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Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 06

*Note: Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Sheila, let me tell you a story," Tim said, hopping off his jet-ski after cutting the engine. Julia stayed on as Tim walked the machine back to shore. "Once upon a time, this dude stayed out in the sun too long and got burnt to a crisp. The next day, he invented sunscreen." "Oh, fuck you," was Sheila's brilliant reply. "Or, ya know, not," J.T. said, doing the same with his own jet-ski while his sun-soaked fiancée stayed on board. "Not a fan of that either," Julia said. "But seriously, Sheila. You're baked, girl." "Pretty sure I know that," she replied. "You know, babe," J.T. added, "Tim is right. Not that I won't enjoy rubbing that cold, green gel all over your body later, but I think it would have been more fun to do that with sunscreen before the fact. Plus, you know, with my skills..." "Look at you," Tim said. "Your fiancée is broiled, and you're still thinking about sex." "Does that surprise you?" Sheila asked, gingerly hopping off the jet-ski as J.T. loaded it onto a trailer that Tim would later pull forward into the garage. "Besides, that's what you get for asking a pale-skinned redhead with half a zillion freckles to marry you. I burn quicker than a marshmallow in a bonfire." Tim had his friends and some of the players over for a little get-together. The N.C. State football team had played Wake Forest that morning, with a made-for-ESPN kickoff time of 10 a.m. Of course, the win made the Wolfpack 9-1 and might move them into the top 10 nationally, so Tim didn't guess they'd have to play any more coffee-and-donuts games this season. More engines died off behind them, and Tim turned around to see five more jet-skis pull up to shore. All the riders were either football players or their girlfriends. Pat Kersee and Tia Lopez were one of the couples. Pat had been out here a few times before, but it never ceased to amaze Tim how a 350-pound lineman could get on a jet-ski without it sinking to the bottom of the lake. If Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein could handle that, Tim reasoned, they could handle Tia's 100-pounds-dripping-wet frame on top of that. The jet-ski in front was driven by Carlos, with his passenger being whoever he happened to be banging this week. He'd told Tim her name, but Tim didn't see much point in learning it - the next time he saw this girl again would be the first time he'd seen one of Carlos' hook-ups more than once. All Tim knew was she was hot - pretty much a standard thing for Carlos - and she was a redhead. The last one he'd seen him with was a brunette, and according to some other guys on the team, Carlos had been with a blonde a lot lately, too. Tim could never keep up. For his part, Carlos had only scored one touchdown in the 35-10 rout over Wake, but he'd gone over 200 yards for the third time that season and, most importantly, he'd hung onto the football for dear life. After the game, ESPN's crew had called him "One of the most reliable and consistent running backs in all of college football." Coach Taylor had only taken issue with the first two words. "Damn, J," Carlos said, using the team's nickname for J.T. That's how lazy Americans have gotten, Tim thought - initials are no longer short enough. Everyone just used the first letter. "I know you love you some Red Lobster, man, but I didn't know you loved it enough to have the red lobster brought to the party." Tim bit his lip - Julia did no such thing, and burst out in laughter. Tim could tell J.T. wanted to laugh, but his best friend knew better. "You know what?" Sheila said, spinning to face Carlos. A faint smile played on her lips. "I don't even know you, and still, you can bite me." "Don't I have to crack you open first?" Carlos asked. "Like, with some lobster crackers or something?" Sheila was still slightly amused, but didn't respond. Instead, she looked at her fiancée. "Who, exactly, is this?" "Carlos McDonald," he said, extending his hand. Sheila looked at it but made no move to accept it. "Charming, I'm sure," she replied, and spun back around to continue her walk to the house. "I don't think your girl likes me very much, J," Carlos said as he and his 'friend' hopped off their jetski. Tim took it and loaded it onto the trailer as the rest of players followed suit. "Perhaps if you hadn't insulted her right out of the gate, Carlos," Tim replied. "Hmm," Carlos answered back. "Yeah, but I can't hit on her, 'cause she's engaged to the dude who flies our plane sometimes. What else is there?" "Maybe just being nice?" Julia tried. "Carlos can't do that with women," Tim replied before the player could speak up on his own behalf. "Not without trying to get them into bed." "That must be tough," Julia answered, laughing heartily. "That's what it's like bein' me, but I make do," Carlos said, playing along. Tim and the players finished loading the jetskis onto the trailer, and Tim carefully backed into the garage as everyone headed up into the house. The party was far from over, Tim was sure, but the sun was setting, so it was time to put the $12,000 personal watercrafts away, thereby protecting them from any cases of drunken stupidity that might arise later. When Tim got back into the house, most of the players were in the basement along with their girlfriends. Julia was not among them, however, so he went to the second floor, to the room he used as his personal gaming space. He found Julia there, along with J.T., Sheila, Carlos, Pat and Tia. Carlos' girlfriend-for-a-day was not in the room. There were several side conversations going on when Tim sat down next to Julia on one of his black leather couches. Despite his large circle of friends, Tim wasn't much of a social butterfly, so he was content to let everyone else talk while he half-listened. That didn't last long, though. A few moments after he sat down, Carlos slapped Tim on the shoulder to get his attention. "So, Doc, I have a problem," Carlos said. "I'm sorry to hear that," Tim said, smirking. "But I'm not on the clock right now, and even if I was, we'd need to lose the crowd." "Nah, nah," Carlos replied. "Nothin' like that. Just want to run somethin' by you." "What's up?" "You got any brothers or sisters, Doc?" "A sister," Tim replied. "Why?" "You loaded, right, Doc?" Tim grinned. "That was a random question." Carlos ignored that. "I mean, I know you ain't no Bill Gates or nothin', but you swimmin' in cash, right?" "I do okay for myself," Tim replied. The list of things team staff didn't discuss with the players was long and distinguished, but salary was right near the top. "Your sister ever try an' leech off you? Ask you for money?" Tim couldn't help it - this time, he let out a nice, deep belly laugh. "Mallory works as a script writer for a sitcom in Hollywood, and her husband is one of the country's foremost plastic surgeons. If anyone's asking for money, I'm asking her." Carlos contemplated that for a second. "Yeah, ok." "Why, Carlos?" "If she wasn't rich, and she tried to leech off you, would you let her?" "I don't know," Tim said. "It'd depend on the situation, I guess, but she's my sister. She's family. I probably would." Julia had turned her attention from a conversation she'd been having with Sheila and Tia, and focused on Tim and Carlos' discussion. "What about you, Julia?" Carlos asked. "You got any brothers or sisters?" "Yes," she replied. "Why?" "You Doc's girl, right?" Carlos asked. Julia looked up into Tim's face and made eye contact. They shared a smile before Julia nodded at Carlos. "I figure, Doc ain't gonna date a dumb lady. I want all the advice I can get." Julia giggled at the "dumb lady" comment. "Well, I'm only really close with a couple of them, but I have six. Why?" "Any of them still live close?" "Yeah," she answered. "I have a sister that lives in Durham." "She ever try to borrow money from you, now that you have a bunch of it?" "Tim and I are just dating," she answered. "It's his money, not mine." She paused for a minute, and Carlos was content to wait for a reply. For that matter, so was Tim. "But, even if it was mine, we're not close enough for her to ask me for money," Julia replied. "And she's doing pretty well for herself." "Really?" Carlos asked, his interest piqued. "What does she do?" "Carlos, tap the brakes, buddy," Tim said. "She didn't sign up for an interrogation." "I'm not tryin' to," Carlos said. "Look, I ain't all that tight with my brothers either, down in Atlanta. But I'm having a great season. I started this year as a fifth- or sixth-round pick. Every time we play, my stock rises. Mel Kiper had me as a low first-rounder or early second, and we still have at least three games left." Tim started to understand where he was going with this. Julia did too, and beat him to it. "And people you don't talk to except during the holidays are starting to act like you're their favorite relative?" Carlos snapped his fingers and pointed at Julia. "Exactly." "Well, I don't think I can help either," she answered. "Last I knew, about six months ago, Ashley was a lab tech at Durham Memorial. She makes way more than I do at Southwest." Carlos looked a little confused, but it only lasted for a few seconds. "So, Doc, whaddya think?" "About your family?" "Yeah." "Do what you have to do. From my work with the Panthers, I'd say it's fairly common, man. You have that kind of coin, people are going to come out of the woodworks. You want to reward the people who have stuck by you and helped you get where you're going to be in a few months? That's cool, and it's the honorable thing to do. If they're people who should have been there for you, but haven't been until now? I'm not saying you cut them out of your life, but you know who your people are, man." Carlos contemplated that for a few moments. "I'll tell you what, Carlos. This conversation has gotten too serious for my tastes," Tim said. "Seriously," Julia answered. "You guys beat Wake this morning! It's supposed to be a party!" "Come by this week, sometime in the morning, and we can talk more about it if you want," Tim replied. "I think I'll do that," Carlos said. They bumped fists. "Thanks, Doc." Carlos jumped into a conversation with Pat and J.T., and Julia relaxed her body into Tim's. He snaked his right arm around her shoulders, but felt her flinch a little when he touched her right arm. "Get too much sun there?" Tim asked. "Yeah, but I think that's the only place," she answered. "Hmm," he replied. "Still, though, the right bicep... very important part of the body." "Yeah?" Julia looked up at him now, curiously interested. "Oh, yeah," Tim replied. "I think I'm gonna have to steal the green stuff from J.T. and Sheila, and pay special attention to that area." "Just that area, huh? Your hands won't do some wandering?" "I make no guarantees," he answered. "I am just a mortal male, after all, and that right arm is connected to this very hot body..." He trailed off, but his left hand was lightly stroking the outer part of her left breast, out of view of everyone else. Tim heard Julia moan very quietly, but it got louder as she leaned closer to his ear. "Can we kick these people out now?" she whispered, to which Tim laughed. "Nope," he replied. "I'm gonna make you wait." She pouted. "Why?" "You're already this worked up now," he answered. "I can only imagine how much fun you'll be in a few hours." "Hours?!" she exclaimed. "Hell, no. This isn't my house, but I'm throwing people out in thirty minutes." Tim grinned. He knew she'd do nothing of the sort. Julia enjoyed a party as much as anyone else, and Tim knew she'd be patient. Sort of. "Hey, I know it's your house and all, but not everybody appreciates the show like I do," J.T. said, softly enough that no one else heard. He'd taken Carlos' seat to Tim's left. "Well, that's about all the show you're getting," Julia answered. "For now," J.T. replied. "Tim will film whatever happens later and send it to me." "That's fine, but not until after we get film of you, Sheila, and the bottle of lotion," Julia replied, to which both Tim and J.T. laughed. Julia could banter with J.T. just like Tim could - something Tim appreciated. "Let's go grab a beer, man," J.T. said. "I'm good, man," Tim answered. "It certainly looks that way," J.T. replied. "But I need to talk to you for a minute." Tim nodded, and leaned over to give Julia a quick peck on the lips. "Be right back." They walked down to the kitchen to grab beers from the fridge, then headed back upstairs, through the master bedroom, and out onto the deck that overlooked the lake. "What's up?" Tim asked. "How have things been?" J.T. questioned. "Just fine, man." Tim answered. "You don't have to bullshit me, Tim," J.T. answered back. "Remember the last time you kept something from me for three months? You damn near got dumped." "What are you talking about, man?" Tim responded. "Things are good." "I'm sure they are," his best friend answered. "Except when you two are alone together." Tim sighed. "I swear, I want to put her on my cell phone plan just so I can take away her phone. She tells Sheila more than I tell you." "They've got breasts, don't they?" J.T. replied. "Of course they talk more than we do." It had been more than two weeks since that night on J.T.'s deck, and for the most part, things with Tim and Julia were rolling along nicely. Their physical relationship, which Tim already thought was as good as it could be, had grown even stronger. That whole going four days without sex business was a thing of the past - lately, it was rare if they made it through an entire workday. It was the emotional side of things Tim was struggling with. That night, everything had come so easy, once he had realized she could hear everything he was saying. In the privacy of J.T.'s third floor, with no one around but just the two of them, the normal barriers he felt when trying to open up to Julia simply weren't there. They'd stayed at his house for most of the day, with Julia calling in sick. They'd had sex a couple more times, but mostly, it was just laying around in bed, sleeping off and on, and enjoying each other's company. The real world had roared back to life after that, though, and Tim found himself dealing with the same insecurities that had always blocked him from pushing things further. "It's just hard for me, man," Tim said. "I like being able to do the little things for her, the things I couldn't do when we were just friends with benefits. I really do have feelings for her that go so far beyond friendship, that I really couldn't justify keeping things there any longer." "So, what's the problem?" "I'm not a stupid guy, J," Tim said. "There was a reason I stopped myself from getting into a relationship with her for so long. I knew there were going to be problems; shit I struggled to get past. And, lo and behold, there are." "Like what?" "It's hard to get a handle on, really," Tim said. "I have a hard time opening up to her about things. That night at your house... everything just flowed out naturally." "Trust me, I know," J.T. said. "And I should thank you, I guess. Sheila got so tired of hearing the two of you, she practically jumped me so we could drown you out." "Glad I could help," Tim said. "But I was able to tell her so many things that night, and since then, I can hardly talk to her about the things I really need to say. Even if it's completely stupid, she's a big girl, and she knows me really well. I at least owe it to her to tell her how I feel so she knows." "Like, what are we talking about here?" "Well," Tim said, and trailed off. Finally, he sighed and continued. "She likes to go out with her friends. Granted, we spend a hell of a lot of time together, so it's not like she does it all the time. But she's still a very independent woman, and maybe once a week, she likes time to herself. And hell, man, I chill with you and a lot of the other guys at least that much, usually a lot more. Even if I didn't, I'd have no right to stop her." "So?" "The last woman I dated was the same way, and at some point while she was out with her friends, she met the guy she dumped me for." "Ahhh," J.T. said. "And there it is. Sooner or later, it all comes back to Leira." "No," Tim said. "Well, I mean, yeah, but not because it was Leira. I told you before, J - I'm over her, and I meant it. But that's really the only long-term relationship I've ever been in, man, outside of a few flings at college. That's all I have to go off of." "Man, you have to let that shit go," J.T. said. "I know that, but I have no idea how to," Tim answered. "Sometimes, it just gets to be too much and I just need a break. You asked me why I volunteered to take that trip to Milwaukee for you last week, even though it was an overnighter. The walls were starting to close in." "After less than two weeks?" "Let's not bullshit ourselves - it's been a lot longer than that," Tim said. "It's been official for a couple weeks, but we were heading down that road for a long time, man. I refused to recognize it, but the feelings have been there for a long, long time. Hers too. Sometimes, it just feels too... I don't know. Comfortable, I guess." "That makes sense, dude. Things are feeling too good - GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!" Tim looked down at the ground for a second, then sighed again. "Think about it for a second, J.T. Your brilliant use of sarcasm notwithstanding, think about it." He let that hang a minute. "You remember how I was after Leira dumped me?" J.T. nodded. "Just think how I'll be if things with Julia get to the level they were at with Leira... and then she does the same thing." Just the thought of it made Tim want to throw up a little bit, and he could tell by the look on J.T.'s face that it was unsettling for him, too. "It wouldn't be pretty," J.T. said. "And I know that," Tim replied. "And my brain knows that. Fascinating organ, the brain - it puts up defense mechanisms we don't even know about." J.T. pondered that for a minute - or maybe he was just chugging half his beer and couldn't talk. "So, what, then? You're just going to stay in this thing knowing that every couple weeks you're gonna have to bail for a while because she's getting too close? Because it's getting too serious? That ain't gonna work, man. You have two choices. Get over this shit and give her the chance she deserves, or get out of this relationship." Tim looked at J.T. for a second. "And I can tell by the look on your face that ending things with Julia is about the last thing you want to do." Tim just nodded. "I know what you need," J.T. said, after pausing a few moments. "Amnesia? Something else to erase everything from before about a week before I met Julia?" "Oh, no," J.T. said. "Then you'd have never met me. You think life without Julia would be bad." They both chuckled. "You need closure." "And how do you suppose I get that?" "I don't know, man," J.T. said. "You said it's not Leira that you're stuck on, and I believe you, dude. But she *is* the one who did all this to you. You know that not every relationship ends like yours did. Your parents, my parents, happily married for a long damn time. It's something she did, specifically. Some people could just accept that, but you? Somewhere in that brain you were just raving about, you need to know why. You need to understand. Then, you'll be able to move on." "Which brings me to my last question," Tim said. "How?" "The answer hasn't changed," he said. "I don't know. She was going to school at Duke, right? I know everybody there - I can probably get a phone number." Now Tim looked at J.T. like he was nuts. "Yeah, right," Tim said. "Three years, I've tried to get this off my mind, and now I'm in another relationship. You suggest I call my ex-girlfriend?" "You got a better idea?" "Yeah. Not calling her. Not talking to her ever again." Tim didn't wait for a response. He walked back through the bedroom and disappeared down the hallway. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Seriously, man," Tim said. "I'm going to be on the plane anyway. I can fly it." "You've been working all damn weekend, dude," J.T. replied as the two walked through the terminal at Raleigh-Durham International. "If I could find a way for you to not have to make the trip at all, I would." "But you can't, because it's the N.C. State basketball team traveling, and I have to be with them," Tim said. "Hey, wouldn't it be great if I had a pilot's license and could fly a 727?" "Smartass," J.T. replied. "Just trying to make life easier for you," Tim answered. "You don't think Sheila would prefer to have you home instead of flying to Bumfuck, Iowa, when someone who's already going can fly the plane just fine?" "She knows about it, and she's fine with it," J.T. replied. "Now shut up and get on the plane." "I can't, then, genius," Tim said. "Not time for the team to board yet, and I'm not a pilot today, remember?" J.T. rolled his eyes. He dragged Tim up to the gate, where the ticket agent was waiting. "He's a relief pilot," J.T. said, pointing a thumb at Tim. The agent simply nodded, and both walked down the jetway. When they boarded the 727, it was completely empty except for two flight attendants and the co-pilot, Kevin. "Kevin, you can go home if you want," Tim said. "I can take the right seat." "Don't listen to him," J.T. said to the co-pilot, then turned to Tim. "It's my company, Tim. Quit giving my employees instructions." "Dude, you know how I am," Tim said, quasi-pleading with his best friend. "If it can travel faster than I can walk, I'd prefer to be driving. I'm not a very good passenger." "You will be today," J.T. said, taking Tim's carry-on and setting it in the third seat down the aisle. "Shut up and enjoy the flight." Tim sighed and just watched as J.T. disappeared into the cockpit and closed the door. He signaled for one of the flight attendants to get him an ice water, and while she went to do that, Tim grabbed his toothbrush and went into the front bathroom. It had been another typical week from hell. Tim hadn't seen his house in almost a week. Even worse, it'd been three days since he'd seen Julia, and by the time he got back home, it'd be closer to six. Tim loved his jobs and his life, but sometimes - especially this time of year - it got to be a little much. Thankfully, Thanksgiving was this week, so he'd get at least a little downtime. He splashed water on his face, and carefully considered his reflection while he brushed his teeth. The bags under his eyes were slowly going away, he noticed. Not that he'd been getting any more sleep; Julia thought it was because he wasn't so stressed out anymore. He'd gained six pounds over the past couple months, mostly due to Julia's southern holiday cooking, and his face was a little bit rounder because of it. Tim left the bathroom and was stashing his carry-on in the bin above the seat when he heard her voice. "Wow, you're so helpful," she said. "I thought I was going to have to put my own bag up there, and I didn't know if I could reach." Tim spun around to see Julia standing behind him, beaming at him like it was dark and she needed to see where she was going. Tim felt a smile spread across his lips. He quickly crushed her in an embrace, but she wasn't complaining. She left her bag standing in the middle of the aisle as they kissed for what seemed like five minutes, but probably wasn't more than thirty seconds or so. Finally, he put her bag in the bin and sat down in the aisle seat, pulling her down on his lap. "About five minutes until the team starts boarding," Tim heard J.T.'s voice say over the intercom. Tim just grinned. Suddenly, he understood why J.T. refused to let him fly. "I think I'm going to kill him," Tim said. "Why?" Julia replied. "You hate his surprise that much?" She had a point. Instead of telling her that, he just pulled her down into yet another passionate kiss. His hands roamed up and under the blood red sweater she was wearing, surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra. She closed her eyes and bit her lip softly as he rolled one of her bare nipples between his fingers. Within seconds, Tim was rock hard, and Julia was grinding against him as if trying to find a way to get him inside her despite his slacks. Within a few minutes, they could hear the players noisily clambering down the jetway, and Julia slid off onto the seat next to Tim. He had to act professionally in front of the players, and Julia knew that. She didn't make it easy on him though. Tim greeted each player as they filed past his seat - except for the ones with headphones jammed into their ears, surely blaring 50 Cent or T.I. or some such music past their eardrums and into their souls. As he did this, Julia leaned over and put her head on his shoulder and tilted her neck to where her mouth was next to his ear. "Are you surprised I'm not wearing a bra?" she whispered, to which Tim only nodded. "I just got so turned on when I was getting dressed, I was so excited that I got to see you tonight, and when my tits rub against the fabric..." She trailed off, but only so she could moan softly into Tim's ear. "My nipples have been hard since I got on the plane, Tim," she continued. "And if you're surprised that I'm not wearing a bra, you should see what else I'm not wearing." That snapped Tim's attention back to Julia, who just giggled softly. "Give me your jacket," she said, and Tim dutifully took off his school-issue N.C. State windbreaker. Julia spread it across her lap, and her left hand promptly disappeared underneath it. Tim raised his eyebrows, quite certain of what he was about to see - or more accurately, taste. "Dr. Fetters. Glad you could make it." Tim had stopped paying attention to the passengers boarding the plane, and he looked up to see Luke Williams, the head basketball coach, standing in the aisle. He was taking off his black suit coat, which he handed to one of the attendants to hang up. "Hey, coach," Tim replied, reluctantly turning his attention away from Julia, at least for a minute. "Why wouldn't I?" "I heard you had a busy weekend," he said. "Where all did you go?" "Let's see," Tim replied. "Left Thursday with the women to go to Georgia for Friday's game. Football played at Clemson yesterday. Drove down to Atlanta to work for the Panthers earlier today." "How'd you get back so soon?" "The guy flying tonight, J.T.," Tim said. "He's a Panthers fan, and he was in Atlanta for the game. We flew back on his private plane. Got here about thirty minutes ago." "We pushed back the flight an hour for you," he answered. "We couldn't leave till seven tonight anyway due to NCAA regulations, so one more hour wasn't going to kill us." "I definitely appreciate it," Tim said. "Though, I'm sure I'd have found my way out there either way." "I figured," the coach replied. For the first time, the 6-foot-4 black man seemed to notice Tim's companion. "Who's this?" "Oh, sorry," Tim said, and then abruptly realized what Julia was doing under the windbreaker. He hesitated, but Julia did not. She quickly extended her right hand to shake the coach's. "I'm Julia Waters," she said, turning the smile up to about half wattage. It was still dazzling. "I'm Tim's girlfriend." "Luke Williams, the head coach," he answered. "A girlfriend, huh? We had a pool going, wondering how long it would take for a woman to get a hold of you." "Well, if you bet on a month ago, you win," Tim replied. The three made small talk for another few minutes, as the coach took his seat across the aisle. Once the flight attendants began the safety briefing, though, the conversation ceased. Julia went back to whispering in his ear. "I wonder if he could smell me," she said, and Tim's jaw slackened. "You used that hand?" "No, silly," she answered back, gently licking his earlobe between words. "But I'm really, really wet, Tim." She moaned lightly as she hit a sensitive spot. "Show me." Julia slid her left hand out from under the jacket, and Tim leaned in to kiss her. His tongue battled hers for a moment, until she slipped her index and middle fingers between their lips. Tim hungrily sucked both into his mouth, lapping up as much of her juices as he could. "God, I miss tasting you," he whispered back. "I just miss you, period," she replied. "Good evening, players and coaches," J.T.'s voice crackled over the intercom. "I'm J.T. Lancaster, and I'm your pilot tonight. I decided to take the flight instead of Dr. Fetters, who normally flies you guys because, well... I wanted to make sure you guys got there safely." Everyone laughed at that. Tim just chuckled. "It's about a two-hour flight from here to Cedar Rapids, and we don't anticipate any bad weather along the way. We are first in line for take-off tonight, and we should be in the air shortly. I'll be turning off the cabin lights now. Enjoy the flight." Tim and Julia cuddled together in the darkness as the plane pushed back, taxied to the runway, and finally took off into the North Carolina night. A few hundred feet off the ground, Julia spoke softly, without turning her attention from the view out the window. "Are you glad I'm here?" she asked. Tim gently turned her head to face him. "Are you kidding? I'm ecstatic." He could tell by looking at her that she wasn't convinced. "Julia, when J.T. and I landed just a bit ago, I wanted nothing more than to get in my car and drive to your house. Unfortunately, my job forced me to get right back on a plane again, but I would have loved nothing better than to just spend the rest of the night with you. I missed you." She smiled brightly. "Really?" "No, babe," Tim said. "I'm making all of this up." He made sure she knew he was kidding. "I believe you," she answered. "I just wondered because... Sheila mentioned that sometimes you like to have a little time away from me." Tim's first response was to tighten his grip around Julia's left shoulder. His second thought was to kill J.T. for having loose lips. He figured his third should have something to do with responding to Julia. "Oh, God, baby," he answered. "Like, an hour or two, once in a while. I was missing you by the time our plane landed in Georgia on Thursday, and it's now Sunday night. Even if I was a guy who wanted a whole bunch of 'me time,' and I'm not, that would be too much. When I heard your voice behind me when you got on the plane..." Tim trailed off, trying to find the right words. "Ah, to hell with it," he said. "Let's just say I was as happy as I've been since last month on J.T. and Sheila's porch." Julia looked over her shoulder and smiled. "I just worry, is all." Tim returned the smile. "Well, stop it." He bent his head down to kiss an exposed part of her shoulder. "My turn now. Why are you here?" "Easy," she said and turned around in her seat, abandoning the view in favor of eye contact. "I missed you. I was talking to J.T. yesterday, and I said I needed to find a way to come on one of these trips with you, so we didn't have to go so long without seeing each other. He suggested tonight, so I took the next two days off." "Well, I'm glad you did," Tim replied. "There is another reason, though," she said. "What? You couldn't miss out on a chance to go to Iowa?" Julia laughed into his shoulder. "Umm, no." "Then what?" Julia hesitated, but only for a split second. "What's the name of J.T.'s company?" Tim's eyes immediately widened. He didn't need to answer in any other way. "Are you a member?" she asked him. "I am," he said. "Way back in my Marine Corps days. What about you?" Her eyes were dancing. With a large, mischievous smile on her face, she giggled and shook her head. "No time like the present," Tim said, and leaned down to kiss her. There was nothing slow or gentle about it -- it was hungry and it was intensely passionate. Their lips would probably be a little tender the next day, Tim thought as his tongue battled Julia's, but he could live with that. Taking advantage of the darkness, he forced his hand up under Julia's sweatshirt, craving another moan like the one he got when they were still at the gate. When he captured her right nipple between his thumb and index finger and clamped down, he got his wish. "Blanket," Julia managed to utter between words, and Tim smiled. He stood up and took a quick look around - so far, no one had seen them, or if they had, they weren't letting on. He walked to the front overhead bin and pulled out a blanket and pillow. When he got back to his seat, Julia was sitting in the aisle, leaving her window seat open. "So we can spoon," she whispered, answering his unspoken question. "The other way, the coach could see your hips moving, even under this," she continued, touching the blanket. "This way, anyone who looks will think I'm asleep." "Yeah," he replied. "And they'll think you're sunburnt, the way you're going to be blushing in a minute." Tim stepped over her gingerly, desperately not wanting to ruin the mood by kicking her in the face. When his crotch came to eye level for Julia, she leaned forward and rubbed her head up and down the length of his rapidly hardening dick a couple times. Tim half-grinned and half-glared at his girlfriend. It was exciting, this game they were about to play, but he knew it was also dangerous. If Coach Williams caught him, it could mean his job. He figured that was part of the excitement. Tim settled into his seat next to the window and quickly spread the blanket over both their laps. His hands searched under the blanket for a moment, and a few seconds later, Julia's skirt was bunched around her waist. Tim went to work on his own pants, moving them down over his knees and leaving them around his calves. Julia backed up as close to Tim as she could, to where both of them nearly fit in just the window seat. She turned and looked back at Tim over her shoulder - Tim thought it was one of the five sexiest moments in the history of their relationship - and mouthed "Fuck me." Tim imagined there might be a twinkle in his eye, so he made sure his whispered response matched that: "Not yet." With that, he snaked his hands between Julia's legs from behind, and immediately sank his index finger between her soaked lips, causing her to gasp and bite down on her lip. "Come on, Tim," she breathed, keeping her voice as low as possible, "stop teasing and fuck me." "Me?" he whispered back, licking lovingly around the outside of her left ear. Normally she appreciated the sensuous foreplay, but it was very out of place for the mood they were both obviously in. "Stop teasing? I doubt that." "Not here," she answered. "We have to be quick." Tim nodded. "And we will be." With that, he started jamming the fingers in and out of her pussy, and after about ten strokes, he added, "At least, once we start doing something people might be able to see." She just whimpered in response, and he kept up the pace with his fingers. A minute or two later, he reminded Julia that she was supposed to make people think she was sleeping, and was met with a glare that would have killed him dead if it were armed. He simply had to brush her clit with his pinkie, however, to melt that look and replace it with one of intense passion. It was a look that sent him a loud, clear message that if she could, Julia would be screaming her head off right now, both at him and because of what he was doing. Tim went on fingering Julia's pussy for five or ten minutes, fast enough to keep her on the edge but not so much that she got off. If this was going to be her first orgasm on an airplane, he damn sure wasn't going to let his fingers have the pleasure. Occasionally, he used his thumb to massage her asshole, never quite penetrating it but frequently threatening to do so. Each time his thumb rubbed the area, she drew in a sharp breath, clearly expecting something that never came. Finally, Tim removed his fingers and used them to point his cock toward her opening as best he could. He wrapped that hand around Julia, but did nothing else. After a few seconds, she looked the question back at Tim. "I tasted you earlier," he said. "Now it's your turn." The last thing he saw before she turned her head was her licking her lips as sexily as he'd ever seen. As soon as he felt her take his first two fingers between her lips, he pushed forward with his hips. Thankfully, he was lined up correctly, and the first two or three inches of his dick plunged into Julia. She bit down harder on his fingers than Tim even thought she could, and she'd drawn blood from various parts of Tim's body more than once. She used his fingers to bite back a scream, and he filled the dead air with a whispered string of cussing. "Warn me next time, then," Julia said, fitting the words in wherever she could in between ragged breaths. She let his fingers fall from her mouth. Tim didn't reply. Instead, he just pushed his seat back as far as he could, thankful that the seat behind him was empty. He rose up on his right elbow for leverage, gripped her left hip with his left hand, and quickly built up a nice rhythm sawing in and out of Julia's pussy. She'd been right - if they'd done this facing the other direction, with Tim's back to the aisle, there'd be no doubt what he was doing; his hips were moving far too fast. He could only hope Julia's "sleep" was believable. Unlike most of their sexual encounters, Tim wasn't trying to give Julia the best orgasm of her life this time. She had far too much trouble staying quiet when things got really intense, and he didn't want to draw attention from the coaches or players. J.T. had set this up for this very reason, so Tim knew he'd have no problems with the charter company, but he probably wouldn't be so lucky with his job at the college. No, Tim figured, it was best just to give her a mild orgasm now, something that would satisfy her but not alert everyone on the plane as to what they were doing. It might not be the best orgasm he'd ever given her, but she'd remember it for other reasons, anyway. With that in mind, he increased the pressure on her hips, pulling her as close to him as he could. His strokes were shorter and harder now, with minimal movement involved on either of their parts. He also leaned down so he could whisper in her ear. "You know what's going to happen when we get to the hotel, right?" Tim started, pausing every few words to lick the top of her ear or suck gently on her earlobe. "We're going to have to wait in line while the players get their room keys, then we'll have to wait for the elevator, and we'll probably have a room at the far end of the hall when we get upstairs." Julia just whimpered lightly in response. "Once we get to the room though..." Tim trailed off, and focused more attention on Julia's ear, the space right behind it, and the nape of her neck. He let her use her imagination to fill in the rest of the sentence herself - for a second, anyway. "As soon as the door closes, I'm throwing you on the floor. I'm going to rip your clothes off, and I'm going to take you. Hard. Fast. I'll make you hold your legs behind your head while I pound your pussy into the floor. I'll flip you over and give you rug burn while I fuck you from behind, pulling your hair, spanking your ass, reaching under to rub your clit while I plow this pussy... the same pussy I'm fucking right now." Normally, Julia would have already moaned several times by now. She was doing her best to keep quiet now, though she did let the occasional gasp slip from her lips. "When I'm done with that, I'm going to carry you over to the desk by the window and lay you flat on your back. I'm going to put your legs over my shoulders, and I'm going to lick your pussy, from your clit all the way to your ass, and back and forth, until you're begging me to stop. I'm going to tongue fuck you so hard you won't even be able to scream. I'm going to finger fuck you until you beg me to stop using my fingers and give you the real thing." Tim just kept pounding away, moving his body as subtly as possible while still driving in as deep as the awkward position allowed. "And I will. I'll push you down onto your knees on the floor in the middle of the hotel room, tie your hands behind your back with your panties, and shove my dick down your throat till you gag on it. I'll grab you by the hair and face fuck you until I cum in your mouth. And you'll swallow every drop of it." Tim wasn't sure if they'd actually do everything he'd just said, but Julia had quite the submissive side sometimes, and he knew it would turn her on either way. Tim did know, however, that all this dirty talk was getting to him in a big way. Since Julia was facing away from him and being relatively quiet, he wasn't exactly sure how close she was. He knew what he could say to get her there quickly, though. "That sound good, baby?" he whispered. She mewed back a positive response. "Yeah? Why don't you show me how good it sounds? Show me how much you're looking forward to that." He sped up now, moving a bit more but knowing it wouldn't take more than a few seconds at this pace. "Show me how much you want that by cumming all over my cock, baby," he said, surprised he managed to get all the words out without cumming himself. Somewhere in his brain, he knew he was holding out until he felt her orgasm, but he didn't exactly know how. Suddenly, it no longer mattered. He felt a warm rush as Julia's juices enveloped his cock, and just like he had subconsciously held out, his own orgasm began without his realizing it. Before he knew it, his cum was spurting out into Julia's soaked pussy as he whispered incoherently in her ear. It didn't matter what he was saying, because he doubted she was listening anyway. Tim knew there would be a sloppy mess between Julia's legs, but didn't know what to do about that. He kept pumping in and out of her until his cock was no longer hard enough to do so, then gently slipped it from her pussy as she moaned, so quietly that he wasn't 100% sure she had. Julia's breathing was labored and staggered as she recovered, and Tim's wasn't a whole lot better. He tightened his grip around her waist now, holding her tightly to him as they both came down together. About ten minutes later, Tim had gotten no closer to a decision about how to clean up the mess he was sure was all over Julia's legs as well as their seats by now. He vaguely heard a clattering from the back of the plane, and realized as it drew closer that it was the beverage cart. Most of the players were asleep, so it didn't take long to get to their seats. "Can I get you anything to drink?" The flight attendant's question was directed at both of them. "Water," Tim answered, and Julia repeated his request. The flight attendant smiled, reached into her cart, and handed Julia a stack of washcloths. She winked subtly at Julia and Tim. "Certainly," she answered. "I'll be right back with that." Julia looked over her shoulder at Tim, as bewildered as he was. But when the flight attendant turned and walked to the back of the plane, leaving the beverage cart right beside their seat in the aisle, Tim started to get it. The cart blocked them in, but it also served as sort of a curtain, blocking Coach Williams and anyone on the other side of the plane from seeing them. Tim couldn't help but crack a huge smile. "J.T.," he said simply. Julia's stare narrowed. Tim pulled the blanket back, but Julia caught his hand before he uncovered anything. "J.T. knows what we're doing," he continued. "He probably told her to wait till we were through then start the drinks. She gave us the washcloths, and she left the cart right there so we could clean up a little." Julia looked at the cart, looked back at Tim, and then rolled her eyes. "That's a good friend you have, babe," Julia said, peeling back the blanket and wiping up what she could of the mess they'd made. "You don't have to tell me," Tim answered, cleaning off his cock and the backs of Julia's thighs with another rag. "He got you on this plane, didn't he?" She briefly stopped what she was doing and turned into Tim with a full body and soul kiss. It didn't last long, but it left Tim momentarily breathless. "What was that for?" he asked when he could talk again. "Just for being you." Julia pulled her skirt back down over her thighs, and Tim did the same with his pants. When the flight attendant returned a few moments later, they were fully clothed but still cuddled together under the blanket. She poured their water into cups and handed one to each of them. Before pushing the cart forward, she leaned down into their seats. "The pilot wanted me to inform you that we could make the galley available to you if have anything else you need to take care of." Tim and Julia both laughed as the flight attendant rolled the cart forward. Across the aisle, Coach Williams was still sleeping as soundly as he'd been the last time Tim had looked at him. Julia quickly drained her water, and after another intense, passionate kiss, she settled back into his arms and drifted off to sleep. Tim tried to do the same, but he couldn't. There was no turbulence, no unreasonably loud noises coming from the few players who were still awake, and they were still at least half an hour from beginning their descent into Cedar Rapids. It was nothing external, Tim knew. He was simply worried. Not about what had just happened, of course. He knew J.T. had that covered. Even Coach Williams, if he'd caught them, would probably just crack a joke about it the next time he and Tim were alone in a room for a minute and then forget about it. And he wasn't worried about making good on his promises when they got to the hotel - they might not follow the script he'd written exactly, but whatever they did, he knew it would be fun and they'd both be thoroughly exhausted afterward. That was never an issue with him and Julia. No, Tim worried about her being here at all. He knew J.T. was just being a friend, and Tim was certainly thrilled when he'd turned to see her standing in the aisle behind him. But this was his job - his career. For the almost two years they'd known each other, Tim had been able to keep Julia separate from his job. Sure, she was generally around at the airport when he got back from trips, and he'd had to improvise and pull her into that situation with Pat Kersee a while back. But those were the exceptions to the rule. Tim's two jobs were about the only places he ever felt comfortable anymore. He knew how to fly a plane, and he knew how to help players mentally prepare for games. If nothing else, he was damn good at those things. He always felt comfortable around Julia when the clothes started flying, but in every other situation lately, he was as tense and nervous around her as he'd ever been. She'd start talking about the future, and he'd either change the subject or pretend to receive a call on his cell phone - anything to not go there. They held hands in public a lot, but it hadn't yet grown to feel natural to Tim; he still felt like everyone in the area was watching them, even when he knew that was ridiculous. She'd said "I love you," early on in the relationship, the night he'd invited J.T. and some of the team over for jet skiing and a party after a morning game. He appreciated the sentiment, and she'd certainly never pushed him to say it back, but honestly, the whole thing was a foreign concept to him. He'd never even said that to Leira, even though back then he was sure that was what it was. He'd admitted as much to J.T. that night on his porch. But that was then. Now, he didn't know if he'd ever fall in love again, and even if he did, he wasn't entirely sure he'd know it. Really, Tim thought, just what the hell is love? Tim loved Julia's body, loved the things she did to him and the things she let him do to her. That, Tim knew, was a different four-letter word that started with an "L." He liked being around her, loved her sense of humor, and wasn't a big fan of spending more than a day away from her. But did that mean it was love? Tim didn't know. There were also the lingering doubts, the unwavering feeling that at any moment, Julia would pull the rug out from under his feet and simply walk away. She didn't deserve that, Tim knew, but he couldn't help it. He'd been in this situation before, feeling like everything was perfect and nothing could ruin it. And then, he'd spent the next two-plus years in a bottle or a textbook. She was getting way too close. Even when he'd agreed to push things past friendship with Julia, he didn't realize it would mean her coming along on road trips and meeting the coaches and players he worked with. And it wasn't that he didn't like her being there, or that he was embarrassed to introduce her to the team. It was just one more part of his life he'd have to remove her from if she ever did what Tim still had a hard time not thinking of as the inevitable. "I swear, ten minutes after cumming and I'm this fucked in the head," Tim said out loud, softly but apparently loud enough for Julia to hear. She stirred for just a moment. "You OK, babe?" she asked sleepily. Tim replied by running his fingers through her hair. "I'm good, hon. Go back to sleep." She did. A few seconds later, Tim put his head against the cold window and tried to force himself to do so as well.

Fox News Anchors Get it On

Fox News Interviews and Questions The Fox crew were in Iowa for their interviews and question. Once completed, Martha McCallum and Bill Hemmer headed up to Martha's room. She made the excuse about changing her outfit after the undercard debate. Bill took a seat on the sofa in her suite as she went into her bedroom to change. After a minute or so Martha called out to him, "Bill would you like a drink? I'm mixing a pitcher of martinis?" He was a little leery about going into her bedroom. Over the past couple of days, the sexual tension between the two of them has grown considerably. Their naught banter had reached a fever pitch this morning during their show and right before the debate, he had a hard time concentrating on the questions to ask the candidates. Suddenly he decided to throw all caution to the wind. Standing up, he walked into the other room, "Yeah, sounds great Martha, I'm going to hit the bathroom first, but yeah, I'd love one." He hurried into the bathroom, used the facilities and looking around, he found a hanger. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off. He removed his shirt and tie, slid out of his pants and shorts, he hung them up and looked into the mirror and took a deep breath. His eyes caught sight of his stiff cock and stroking it several times, he loved how it expanded and he knew Martha would struggle with the thickness. He chuckled thinking they had all night to use it properly and he knew from what her husband told him about her, she loved thick cocks, something her husband lacked. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Looking out, he was glad Martha was still standing at the tiny bar, her back still to him. He stepped out and came up behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and drew her slender, lithe body against his naked form. He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck. Martha stiffened at first, but when she felt his lips on her neck, she let out a long sigh and tipped her head to one side, giving him easier access to use his mouth on her body. She reached up and swept her shoulder length light blonde hair from her neck. She let out another moan when she felt his tongue dart out and flick at the sensitive flesh between her shoulder and jaw. She let out a little shutter and her moans grew louder and more constant when she felt his hands leave her hips and slide up to her ample breasts. She let out a gasp when she felt his fingers nimbly flick the buttons on her simple black, button up shirt-dress. One by one, Bill released the buttons. When he reached her waist, he pulled open the wide belt and letting it fall, he resumed undoing the buttons of her dress. He slowly drew up the dress and released the last two buttons on the dress. It was open from collar to hem and his hands slid under the open dress and began caressing the soft supple skin of her belly and lower chest. All along, his mouth and tongue was active along her neck, ear and cheek. He let out a groan when he felt her hand slide back and palmed his stiff cock without turning around. Martha was panting wildly as she felt his lips on her neck and ear. When she reached back and closed her hand around his thick, huge cock, she nearly fainted. She heard around the newsroom that Bill was big, but never expected it to be this big. She immediately felt a rush of wetness flooding her pussy. She just hoped she would be able to accept his huge cock. She felt Bill's hands sliding her dress from her shoulders. It slid down her arms, but she didn't have the will to release his cock to allow her dress to hit the floor. When she felt her bra go slack and follow her dress, she released his cock, but just long enough to discard her dress and bra. Bill loved how Martha's long, slim, soft fingers felt around his cock. He let out a gasp when she closed her entire hand around it and began stroking it up and down. He loved that she knew exactly what she was doing. The way she reversed her hand and kept her long, lithe body pressed against his naked form make him think it was going to be a nice, long night. He can't remember how many days during their show, he glanced and took in her slender legs, her ample chest and what he loved most about her, were those luscious lips of her. Her tiny upper lip, he had countless nights just imagining them wrapped around his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. He shuttered just thinking of gazing into those translucent, bright blue eyes of hers as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He let out a moan, thinking about those eyes looking down at him as he settled between those slender legs of hers and he licking up and down her juicy cuntlips, stabbing away at her hole as she came on his tongue. Martha slowly turned in his arms, her hand stayed glued to his cock and when she stared up into his eyes, she broke into a bright smile, "Are we just going to stand here or would you mind if we took this over to the bed?" She licked those full red lips and she leaned forward and pressed them against his. She moaned lightly when she felt his lips on hers and she let out a gasp when she felt his tongue slip out and gently run along her lips and slowly darted in to mingle with her tongue. Bill imagined this countless times and wanted to take it slow and savor every second of this experience. He moved over to the bed and Martha playfully pushed him back and he landed on the bed. She slipped to her knees and examined his cock, moving it from one hand to the other. She leaned in and pursing her lips she planted them on the shaft and began sliding them up and down his huge length. She marveled at its thickness, hoping she would be able to take it in her pussy. Over the next ten minutes, she made love to his cock with her lips, tongue, mouth and hands. She had it completely coated in her saliva. Rivers of spit ran down the length and collected at his large, swollen balls. She smeared his cock all over her cheeks, chin and forehead. She continued bringing it back to her mouth and tried over and over to take his entire length down her throat, but was never able to do so. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as her gorgeous blue eyes teared up and ran down her cheeks as she tried to take his entire length down her throat. Bill was close to cumming, but he wanted to fuck this luscious blonde. Pulling her up by her arms, she protested, but relented and slid onto the bed. She lay flat on her back and stretched out and smiled up at him. He hovered over her and reaching for a tissue on the nightstand, he gently dabbed the smeared mascara from her cheeks. He followed it up with his lips, as he kissed her face and covering her lips with his, they darted back and forth exchanging tongues and saliva. He broke the kiss and peppered her neck with hot, wet kisses. He moved to her C-cup, firm tits and sucked feverously at her swollen nipples and pushing them together, he managed to get them both onto his mouth at once. This drove Martha wild and she enveloped his head in her arms, pulling him tighter to her full tits. Bill broke free and moved down her lithe body. When he reached her drenched panties, he pulled them off and inhaled their intoxicating scent. He dropped them to the floor and buried his face in her dripping folds. He was eager to taste what he inhaled and drank down her tangy juices. Martha couldn't hold off any longer and she exploded, drenching his lips and tongue with her hot juices. She nearly broke his neck, squeezing his head and neck in her vice-like thighs. After several minutes, she quit quivering and her legs released his head. Her legs fell to the bed, spread out wide hoping he'd take the invitation to crawl up between them, he did just that. Bill settled between her plush thighs, he kissed her and was surprised that Martha licked all of her own juices from his lips and chin. She fed it back to him and her mouth opened wide when she felt his cock begin to slide into her tight pussy. Martha arched her back and spread her legs as wide as she could. She never felt anything that large filling her pussy before. She tried to scream out in pleasure, but Bill's mouth stifled her screams. She clawed at his back and her legs came up and locking her ankles, she began thrusting upward, meeting his equally feverous thrusts. She strummed her heels against his back and ass as she raced towards an explosive orgasm. Bill sucked in his breath as he felt Martha's nails dig into his back. He was urged on by this and pounded harder into her. He would slam in and out of her several times and then stop and grind his cock and pelvis against her. He knew this caused greater pressure against her stiff clit. When he did this, it also caused his cock to scrap across sensitive areas of her womb. He knew his huge cock was hitting places in her that never had been touched before. He leaned in and began sucking on her soft breasts. They were not as firm as they were when she was younger, but her nipples were as stiff and as perky as ever. His tongue flicked around and sucked from one to the other. He released them when he felt her cumming around his cock. He slowed until he felt her orgasm cease. He slowly drew his cock from her sopping cunt. He leaned in and planted a hot kiss on her lips. Martha was panting wildly as her orgasm waned. Her arms and legs released him and let out a groan, "Oh no, Bill, don't leave me. Oh fuck, I've never had a cock that thick or that large in me ever before, I want more!" He knelt up and rolled her over onto her belly. He loved that lovely sexy giggle she always did on their show. It was even sexier when she was naked on the bed beneath him. Her giggle was always when she inhaled and it was muffled when she buried her gorgeous blonde head in the pillow beneath her. He gripped her hips and drew her slender body up onto her knees. He stared down at her trim body. His eyes settled on her gorgeous ass, he smiled and reared back and gave it a semi-hard slap, it turned pink and it quivered. He did it again and again and her lily-white cheeks turned a bright pink. Martha rose up on her elbows and looked back at Bill, "Please no more, it you want to play, how about shoving that cock back in me from behind, it is my favorite position." Her bright blue eyes were twinkling and shining at him, her smile was plastered across her face. It turned to a puckered look and she let out a long, "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Bill did as she requested, he shoved his cock in her. He buried his cock balls deep in her and began swirling his hips around. When he did this, it caused his huge cock to scrap across her inner and upper part of her womb. He hit her G-spot over and over again and Martha was shaking like a bowl of Jell-O. Martha immediately started cumming again. Her orgasm was stronger and longer, and with every scrape across her G-spot, it grew stronger and larger. She dropped her head and shoulders to the bed; her face was buried in the pillow. She screamed out and continued cumming. At the entrance to the bedroom, a dark figure stood there, her jaw dropped to her chest as she watched her good friends fucking on the bed before her. She came in after Martha gave her the extra key to her room. They were supposed to hit a few nightclubs after the debates. She was there just after seeing Bill sink his huge cock into Martha's weeping pussy from behind. Her hand drifted down to her short leather skirt. She drew it up higher and managed to untie her skimpy thong. She allowed it to fall to the floor and her hand went immediately to her tight, bald pussy. Her dark blue eyes were locked on Bill's tight ass as it flexed and released as he pounded in and out of Martha. Megyn Kelly's other hand found the zipper at the collar of her extremely tight black, leather dress. She bit her lower lip as she shoved two fingers into her tight pussy. She let out a gasp and tugged down the zipper. It came down and when it reached the hem of her dress, she gave it a shrug and the dress hit the floor. Dressed in black heels, black thigh-hi stockings and a lace black bra, she slowly approached the bed. She held her breath as she reached out and placed her cunt-cream, covered fingers on his flexing ass, she pulled away when she felt him leap and pull from Martha's weeping pussy. Martha screamed out from the sudden emptiness in her cunt. She whipped her head around and her protest turned to a smile when she was the half-naked Megyn standing at the foot of the bed. She let out one of her giggles, "Hi Megyn, I was wondering if you were going to make it. Wanna join us? From the way you're dressed, I would think the answer is yes. Come on up here and join the two of us, you don't mind do you Bill?" His stiff cum coated cock was swaying back and forth and it was dripping with Martha's creamy cunt juices. He shook his head, "No I don't mind Martha, as long as you don't mind sharing." Megyn slid like a sexy snake onto the bed and slid up alongside Martha. She leaned in and planted a hot, wet kiss on Martha's lips. Her tongue ran along Martha's fat bottom lip and darted in. She caught up with Martha's tongue and she began flicking back and forth with hers. She reached down and cupped one of Martha's swaying tits that hung down from her body. She felt Martha's tongue become more active when she felt Martha's body being pushed and pulled, Bill resumed fucking her and whenever he pushed into her, she felt Martha's tongue and lips being more active. Martha was in nirvana, she continued having her cunt plundered by Bill's huge cock and Megyn mauling her mouth and tit from above. She let out another high-pitched squeal as she started cumming once again. She was too weak to kneel any longer; she fell to the bed, trapping Megyn's hand between her tit and the mattress. She came disconnected with Megyn's mouth and Bill's cock. She was mellowed out and was unable to move any longer. Megyn glued her eyes to Bill's huge cock, it was completely coated with Martha's cunt juices. She scooted back to where he knelt and rolling onto her back, she gripped him by the hips and drew his dripping cock down to her wide-opened mouth. Her lips closed around the head and she drew him down further. She took him into her mouth and throat. Inch by inch she swallowed him whole. Her lips were dripping with Martha's cunt juices. They ran down her chin and across her cheek and ran down her neck and settled in the hallow of her neck. Her eyes were locked on his, she tried smiling up at him, but her lips were stretched so wide, it was nearly impossible. Her twinkling eyes telegraphed how she felt. She turned slightly and began gagging. She pulled back allowing one-third of his huge cock to escape her mouth. She twisted more and now was flat on her belly, her neck and head were pushed back and she gripped his tight ass cheeks as she tried taking the rest of him back into her mouth. Her tongue joined in on the action. She left part of his cock out and was now flicking her tongue all along the shaft and taking him in again; her tongue darted out and tried to reach his cum stained balls. Bill wanted nothing more than to fill her mouth with his hot load, but seeing that slender, tight body straining on his cock, he wanted to sink his cock into that incredible bald and glistening cunt. He reached down and popped open her bra. He smiled when she jerked it off and tossed it aside. He cupped her one tit, it was smaller than Martha's, but a lot firmer and her nipple was crinkled from nursing her children in the past years. He tugged and rolled the stiff nip and he was rewarded with her mouth licking and sucking even more urgently on his cock. He chuckled, "How about you releasing my cock, Megyn. I'd really love to fuck that fine pussy of yours, what do you say?" Megyn didn't want to release his cock, it had been too many years since she encountered a cock this fine and large, but she knew he was right. She would love to drink down his cum, but really wanted to know if the sounds that came from Martha's throat were real, or just an act. She rose up, sliding her swollen lips off his cock. It was now completely coated in her saliva as she leaned back and was now on her back. She extended her arms, beconing him to join her. Bill knelt between her slender legs, still encased in those black, thigh-hi stockings. He loved her dark blue eyes as they stared up at him. Her pert, firm tits rose and fell from her labored breathing. Her slightly rounded belly also rose and fell, but her tight cuntlips is what drew him in. They were glistening and a fine line of fluids were seeping out. He leaned in and gripping his cock, he swept the fat, mushroomed head up and down the tight slit. He pushed forward gently and he was amazed how those lips slowly parted and nearly sucked him into her hot, furnace-like pussy. He stopped after sliding four inches into her. He looked up at her and her eyes were open wide, she was biting her lower lip. When he pushed again, sending another couple of inches in, her jaw dropped down and her mouth was open wide, a loud grunt came out. "Holy fuck Bill, it feels like you're tearing me in two. I would swear I was a virgin again." She giggled, 'We all know that can't be true, please take it slow, but don't you dare back out now!" She let out a grunt and bellowed out as Bill shoved another couple inches into her. Martha rose up on one elbow and watched in amazement as the tiny blonde's body tensed up and quivered as her first orgasm overtook her slender body. She scooted closer and ran her fingers through Megyn's short, butch-type hairdo. She swept the damp locks from her forehead. Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss on Megyn's forehead, them her eyelids, cheeks and finally, her lips met hers. She increased the pressure of her lips and her tongue darted out and forced her way into Megyn's mouth. Her tongue met Megyn's and they fenced back and forth. She loved kissing Megyn; her hand drifted down and found the stiff nipples Bill loved playing with earlier. She tugged and twisted the stiff buds and she smiled when she heard a gurgling sound come from Megyn's throat. Bill finally had his entire cock buried in Megyn's incredibly tight pussy. He held it there until she got used to this feeling and the depth of the invasion. He ground his pelvis against her, rubbing her sensitive clit, bringing about her second orgasm. As Megyn recovered, her arms and legs gripped Bill's sweat covered body. She couldn't believe how full she felt, she thought it was nearly in her throat again, but from the other end this time. He was hitting spots in her pussy, she never knew existed and with each tiny movement, he set fires off in new areas of her quaking pussy. Martha's long blonde hair floated over Megyn's shoulders and she heard Megyn let out a groan when Martha's lips clamped on one of Megyn's puckered nipple. She ran her tongue around the stiff aeroule and her teeth nipped at the fat nipple. She sucked harder when Megyn's hand left Bill's back and ran through Martha's silky blonde hair. She felt her fingers tighten in her hair and crush her face harder against her straining tit. Bill was now pounding as hard and as deep as he could go. With each downward thrust, he felt Megyn's cunt muscles clutch at his cock and release as it surrendered to his love muscle. He could not believe how tight she was, but with the huge amount of cream she expelled, it gave him enough lubrication to continue his onslaught. He felt Megyn's legs drop from his back and saw her feet flat on the bed. He pulled back further now and plowed into her faster and faster. He attacked Megyn's other breast and Martha and Bill left her tits and they kissed passionately. When he broke the kiss, he resumed sucking on her tits, while Martha slid up and kissed Megyn, her mouth was open wide, her moans and groans were getting louder and more often. Megyn drove her tongue deep into Martha's mouth and sucked wildly at Martha's. She ripped her mouth from Martha's and screamed out, "Oh fuck me Bill, I'm going to cum again, fuck me, fuck me harder, yeah, yessssssssss, just like that. I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmm!" She shook violently and exploded around his thick, long cock. Her eyes popped open wide, "Oh please Bill, cum in me, please. I have to put the fire out you started and it will only happen when you shoot your hot load in my cunt!" When Bill heard this, it put him over the top, letting out a loud grunt, he slammed into her one more time and holding it in her deep, he exploded, he saw red and black as he nearly passed out from the intense orgasm he was having. When Megyn felt him shooting in her, she went into an even stronger orgasm. She bit down on Bill's shoulder and nearly drew blood. She collapsed on the damp sheets and panted hard as she felt Bill continue to fill her womb with his hot, creamy cum. When Bill finished cumming, he leaned back and allowed his cock to slowly slip from her pussy. It made an obscene sucking sound and as he pulled out, it left a huge void in her gaping pussy. His cum began oozing out and Martha saw this erotic sight. She slid across Megyn's glistening body and planted her mouth directly over the river of cum flowing out. She lapped away at tasty concoction of both of their juices. She let out a squeal, but continued to lap away. Even though Megyn was a weak as a new born baby, she couldn't resist licking at Martha's pussy that was directly above her face. The two of them started out slow, Martha a little more active, seeing she was resting for a while. She lapped up all of the juices that flowed out of Megyn's gaping pussy. Once cleaned up, she dipped in and began licking, sucking and nipping at Megyn's hole, lips and sensitive clit. Megyn began with just planting tiny kisses along Martha's lush thighs and puffy pussy. As her temperature began to rise, her kisses turned more urgent and she licked and sucked harder on those fat lips and uncovering Martha's magic button, she strummed it more and more, ending up shoving her tongue deep in Martha's pussy as they both raced towards another orgasm. Bill started regaining some of his stiffness and crawling to the head of the bed. Straddled Megyn's short, sexy haired head, he managed to dislocate Megyn's tongue from Martha's pussy. He shoved hard and sank easily into Martha's cunt. Martha let out a loud grunt and sucked even harder on Megyn's pussy. She shook violently as another explosive orgasm coursed through her body. She loved having Bill fuck her as Megyn tried to continue eating away at her pussy. Megyn relinquished that task and began lapping away at Bill's nut sack as it brushed back and forth across her pretty face. Her hands reached up and gripped his ass and she located his puckered hole and began playing with it. When her orgasm overtook her, she came all over Martha's face and shoved a finger deep into Bill's ass. She grinned as she heard him let out a grunt. This put Bill quickly over the top, he slammed into Martha's pussy faster and deeper. He let out a scream, "Oh mother fucker, my God, that feels incredible, fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, fuck me, oh shit Megyn, I'm going to shoot my cum all over your pretty face!" With that being said, he pulled back and gripping his cum coated cock, he pointed towards Megyn's smiling face. He started to shoot his load and it covered her face and splashed against Martha's juicy pussy. It dripped down and coated Megyn's face and dripped down into her hair. Totally spent, he fell away from her and watched in awe. Martha reached back and scooped up the cum that splashed all over her pussy. She licked her fingers clean and turned around and began kissing and licking the cum Bill deposited all over Megyn's face. Once done, she kissed Megyn open-mouthed and allowed all of the cum she collected to drool out of her mouth and fed it to Megyn. Megyn took it willingly and they swapped it back and forth until it was completely in their bellies. They hugged and caressed one another. After a few minutes, they sat up, Megyn slipped out of her damp stockings and tossed them to Bill who was sitting back watching the two of them. Megyn grabbed Martha by the wrist and tugging on it, pulled her off the bed, "Come on Martha, let's go take a nice long shower together." She turned to Bill, "You're invited, but give an about ten minutes or so before joining, I'd like a little girl on girl time alone." Bill nodded, "I just hope I don't fall asleep while I wait." He did just that and the two blondes returned to the bedroom about half an hour later, their hair damp from their frisky time in the shower. They managed to wake Bill and ended up in another long bout before all three of them falling asleep in the large bed. Their legs and arms tangled together and completely satisfied and loving their time in Iowa.

Foxy Teacher

Selma Fox looked at the Senior English Class and considered which lucky young man would be her boytoy that semester. The first and most rigid requirement she had was that he had to be at least 18 years old, because she didn't want to get into any trouble with the law. Fucking and sucking off students was frowned on by the officials of the school district but, as long as nobody got hurt and no laws were broken, they would be willing to look the other way. Good teachers were hard to find, and Selma was one of the best. For that reason, her penchant for frequently having affairs with some of her male students, as long as they were old enough, was considered to be acceptable, as long as it did not become public knowledge. For the last six years, the horny English teacher had shared extremely enjoyable sex with a few of the young men in her classes, with nobody being hurt, and no complaints, especially from any of those who were lucky enough to be selected. Of the 17 male students in the class, six had passed their eighteenth birthday, or would do so soon enough for her purposes. One of those six was a star football player, and would be getting plenty of hot nooky from female students, so she mentally crossed him off the list. Another was known to be gay, so he was also not considered. Selma looked over the other four possibilities. One was small and pimply faced and generally unattractive, and another was too fat. Neither of those young men interested her, which left two, either of whom would be quite acceptable. They were both about six feet tall and appeared to be athletic and reasonably good-looking. One was named Lincoln Carver, and he was a broad-shouldered, muscular African-American with short, black hair, and the other was white, and more slender, with blonde hair and green eyes. According to the records that had been sent from the school office, they were both 18 years old already, so there would be no waiting necessary for her to start selecting the lucky winner. She could begin that very day, and might not even have to choose between them. Selma would have no objection whatsoever to having the two young men take turns entertaining her after school. Even better would be having both of them pleasuring her at the same time in her apartment, if they were willing. Jacob Olson was the name of the blonde youth, and she decided, for no particular reason, to try him out first. "Mr. Olson, there seems to be a problem with your registration for this class. Can you stay after the bell so we can straighten it out?" The English class was the last one of the day, which would mean staying after school, and she hoped Jacob Olson would be docile enough that he wouldn't have any objection. She was certain he wouldn't, once he knew what she had in mind. "Yes, Miss Fox." Selma was rather old fashioned, and believed in formality between students and teachers, at least during class, and always impressed this on her young charges. In the few minutes before the end of the school day Selma prepared her desk for its anticipated use by clearing off all the books and papers, putting them into drawers and leaving the top bare. She always did this at the end of the day, whether or not she expected to entertain somebody on top of it, so nobody gave any thought to her doing it then. The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Selma stood up and turned toward the chalkboard as if erasing something, but actually taking the opportunity to unfasten the top two buttons on her white blouse. This would expose some excellent cleavage to anybody standing above her, which Jacob would be doing shortly. As she sat back down, she also pulled up the hem of her green, knee-length skirt. Sitting behind her desk, Selma's legs would not be visible but, after she had swiveled her chair to face the young man, he would have the choice of looking at her bare thighs and the crotch of her aqua panties or at the cleft between her luscious breasts. Although fashion designers and some Hollywood big shots might have disputed the generally held opinion, the forty year old Selma had a sexy body, with curves in all the right places. She would have been elated if she had known of all the masturbatory fantasies that included her voluptuous body. Her breasts were large, completely natural, and topped with sensitive pink nipples that very much enjoyed the attentions of a tongue or other male organ. Some people might have described her as being "thick-waisted" but no man or boy who had hugged her, either vertically or horizontally, had ever complained. Her ass and hips flared out quite erotically and tapered down to sturdy thighs that most men would love to be between. Although she would never be a centerfold, Selma Fox attracted a multitude of lascivious stares whenever she ventured out in her short, tight skirts and low-cut blouses. She also knew how to put those assets on display without seeming to do so. After everybody else had left, and young Jacob Olson stood by her desk, she turned her chair to face him. As she looked up, Selma pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and pulling the edges of her blouse back to expose their creamy skin. She smiled at the handsome young man. It was partly to put him at ease, and partly a reaction to the stirring she saw in the crotch of his tight pants. Going a little further, Selma pulled her skirt up farther to show off her legs, all the way to the hemlines of her panties, which were already wet in their crotch. Anticipation of what she and the young man would soon be doing had already started juices flowing in her pussy, and their aroma could be expected to arouse Jacob even more. "Well, Jake, do you like what you see? And smell?" Since she expected to be sucking his cock in a few minutes, Selma dropped the formality. "Well, I, ah, er....." "Don't be shy. I really like what I'm seeing." This was a reference to the cock that was already producing a bulge inside Jacob's blue jeans. To leave no doubt at all what she meant, Selma reached out and fondled it, exulting in its size and rigidity, both of which increased substantially under her touch. She knew she could have a really great time with the organ that was rapidly growing hard inside those pants. First, of course, she would have to bring it out from within its denim covering, and she leaned forward and reached out her other hand for that purpose. Even as Jake watched, Miss Fox's nimble fingers unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. His cock was already too big and stiff to pull through the opening in the front of his jockey shorts, so she carefully pulled that garment and his blue jeans down to around his knees. The hard cylinder popped clear, aiming straight at her lascivious smile. Although not as big as some she had enjoyed in the past, it was certainly more than adequate for Selma's purposes. She held it briefly between her fingers while she admired its smooth, white skin and the pink, mushroom-shaped head at the end. Even as she fondled his cock, she felt it growing harder and bigger and pleasantly filling her hand. She knew it would fill her mouth and her pussy even better, and she was glad she had chosen to start with Jacob. Holding the shaft lightly and lifting her skirt clear of the floor, Selma slid off her chair to kneel in front of the young man and smile up at him. Leaning in closer, she started licking the end of his cock in concentric circles, until her tongue was caressing under the hard ridge. Jacob Green looked incredulously at what his English teacher was doing. He had heard of high school teachers having affairs with their male students, but he had never expected to be lucky enough to be one of the boys chosen. There had even been a rumor about Miss Fox, which he had dismissed as not believable, but his opinion certainly changed that day. He looked down at her short, dark brown hair and the warm brown eyes that were looking up at him. Just like every other straight male in the school, he had lustfully noticed her figure, but he had never realized what a pretty face she had too, with her snub nose and creamy complexion. It became even prettier as she moved her head forward and started to envelop his cock in her mouth. Whenever Selma sucks a man's cock for the first time, she takes especial delight in feeling it glide into her mouth, forcing her lips apart as they caress all its sides, and it was no different with Jacob. She reveled in everything about the young man's hard shaft in her mouth. As it slid deeply inside, her tongue caressed the smooth skin, enjoying how it was stretched so tightly over the hard roundness. The tip pressing against the back of her mouth brought a different kind of thrill, and when she changed the angle and took it down her throat, she loved the feel of his soft, blonde pubic hair against her lips. She also delights in looking up at the man and watching the grimaces of pleasure flickering across his face, and she did that with Jacob. Besides giving his cock a great time, Selma was going to give him something to look at too. While she slowly stroked his cock between her lips, she unfastened the rest of the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off, tossing it onto the chair she had just vacated. Her hands reached up behind her back to unhook her bra, and that joined the blouse. Selma prefers as little constriction on her body as she can get while she sucks somebody off, and she also enjoys other things about her breasts being bare. After a few dozen long, slow strokes between her lips, Selma started indulging in some of those other things. Temporarily removing Jacob's cock from her mouth, she rubbed it against one of her rigid nipples, sending a different kind of sexual thrill through her body. Her other nipple felt just as good when the erect cock was used to caress it. Selma looked up at Jacob's face, and saw he was relishing the contact as much as she was. Holding one of her succulent breasts in either hand, she squeezed his hard shaft between them and began moving them up and down. This felt good too, but Selma knew of a way it would feel better. "Fuck my tits," she told the young man standing above her. "But make it slow." With no hesitation, he started doing what she wanted, flexing his knees and stroking his shaft upward through the soft channel she was creating for him. Selma bent her neck forward and, when the head of his cock got close enough, reached out her tongue to lick it. As Jacob continued slowly fucking between his teacher's luscious breasts, her face fondled the head in a variety of ways. Sometimes she stroked it with her tongue. Sometimes she caught it between her lips and kept it there, licking it all over, especially the slit. Sometimes she moved her head away so his cock would miss her mouth and caress the side of her face. It was fun for Selma, and she could see that Jacob was deriving tremendous pleasure, but she still preferred taking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could get it. "Let me just suck it now," she told him. On the next stroke, she let it glide between her lips and took it where she wanted it, letting Jacob's cock glide between her lips until it pressed the back of her mouth and slipped down her throat. The horny English teacher continued sucking her student's cock, using slow, deep strokes to make the blow job last a long time. Her tongue caressed the entire length of his shaft as she enveloped it and again as she withdrew her mouth, and her lips exerted the perfect pressure. Selma reveled in the way the young man's cock filled her mouth so perfectly, allowing her to truly enjoy its presence. Finally, she felt the thick cylinder start to throb, and knew he was getting close to cumming. This meant changing her stroke slightly. Selma wanted to be sure to catch Jacob's cum on her tongue, allowing her to savor its taste and texture, so she stopped giving him deep throat and tightened her lips, not wanting any of his delicious semen to leak out. She sucked faster also, and made sure her tongue would be in a place where it would catch the delicious treat he would be giving her any second. After a minute, she felt Jacob's shaft jerking inside her mouth, and positioned her tongue so the head of his cock thrust across it on every stroke. "I'm getting ready to cum," Jacob told the kneeling woman. Because of the way she had changed the strokes of her mouth, he thought she probably already knew, but he wanted to avoid doing anything that might surprise or distress her. He was having too great a time to do anything that might jeopardize any possible future after-school sessions with the sexy English teacher. The first big gob of his cum spurted into her mouth exactly where Selma wanted it, on the center of her tongue. She left it where it had landed, relishing the flavor, and started sucking his cock more slowly. Another gush of the young man's semen joined the first, covering her tongue and starting to drip down into the lower part of her mouth. Selma believed there would be more, and she was right. A third burst of the viscous fluid spurted into her mouth. She continued sucking, but there were no more of his delicious juices forthcoming. Gently taking it in her fingertips, Selma removed Jacob's cock from her mouth, holding it up so none of his precious fluid still inside would drip out. She savored the taste of the cum she had collected, and swirled it around in her mouth so she could enjoy the texture. After relishing everything about the mouthful of cum, Selma swallowed, enjoying the way it slid down her throat. She smiled up at the man who had gifted her with it and started licking everything off his cock, which was almost as hard as it had been when he ejaculated. After her tongue was through cleaning off the outside of Jacob's cock, Selma went after the cum that was still inside. Placing her thumb on the underside and her fingers on top, she brought her hand slowly toward her mouth, squeezing out everything and relishing its flavor when it landed. When her fingers were right at the head, she poked the tip of her tongue against the slit, wanting to get every droplet available. Once again she swirled Jacob's semen in her mouth, relishing everything about it, including how the viscous fluid felt sliding down her throat. The blow job was complete, and Selma smiled up at the beneficiary of it, wanting to continue their sexual fun. "Well, Jake, I've sucked you off, and I see you enjoyed it. So did I, and I hope you'll do the same thing for me." "Well, ah, ah...." "I hope you know how to eat a pussy. If you don't, I'll teach you, because it's something every man should know how to do, if he wants to please his girl friends." She was aware that some foolish youngsters thought it unmanly to eat a pussy, and Selma always took special delight in showing them the error of such an opinion. In preparation to make good on her offer, she arose from her knees and unbuttoned the side of her skirt. After pulling down the zipper, she bent over to push the garment down, stepped out of it and folded it to place it on the edge of the desk. Selma was wearing nothing but her panties, and she made sure Jake saw how the crotch was soaked with her pussy juices. "See how wet you've already gotten my pussy. I hope you know what to do about it." The empty desk top would give her plenty of room to lie on her back with her legs dangling over the end, and she got her purse out of a drawer and placed it where she could use it as a pillow for her head. Selma placed her hands on her desk and leaned her weight on them. "Put your fingers in the waistband of my panties and pull them down and around my ass," she instructed her pupil. "Yes, like that." With her ass bare, Selma sat on her folded skirt and raised her legs. "Okay, now pull them down and all the way off." With that done, she was sitting naked on her desk, her dripping pussy ready for the young man's mouth to give pleasure to them both. Although sexually inexperienced, Jacob was neither stupid nor ignorant, and knew what to do next. He knelt in front of his teacher, who placed her legs on his shoulders and slid her ass closer so his mouth was inches from where she wanted it. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and gazed, enraptured, at the pussy in front of him, because he had never actually seen one before, except in photos or videotapes. His sexual encounters had been limited to groping and/or being sucked off in back seats of cars and a couple of times in the dark with a girlfriend's skirt pushed up and her panties pulled down. The lusty English teacher's pussy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. That wasn't just his imagination, because Selma took good care of herself there. That morning, she had shaved her pussy with the thought in mind that she might find herself a boytoy that day. The clean-shaven skin was as creamy and flawless as her face, and her inner lips were a dusky pink and had already blossomed out from her slit. At the upper end of that slit he saw a shiny pink pearl. Jake knew, from bull sessions with other guys, that the pearl was what was called her man in the boat, or clit. He had also heard it was very sensitive, but he had never been told how enticing it was, as it peeked out from between her swollen lips. Not only was her pussy beautiful, it also smelled great, with an earthy, musky aroma that was already calling to his cock and turning it completely erect again. Moisture was dripping from a pink hole, and he assumed that was part of what smelled so good. There was some of it smeared on the insides of the teacher's thighs and, out of curiosity, he leaned forward and tentatively started to lick it off one of them. There was nothing tentative about the way his tongue finished sluicing it up into his mouth and doing the same to the juices on her other thigh. It was about the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and Jacob wanted more of it. Greedily, he licked it from the English teacher's belly and crotch and everywhere else he saw or smelled it. "I'm glad you like the juice of my pussy, Jake, and it feels really good to have you licking it from me. I'll have much more for you in a few minutes. Now, start on one of those outer lips beside my slit." Having already had a great time that afternoon, and expecting to have even more fun, Jacob had no problem taking directions from the woman with her legs on his shoulders. It was obvious that the rumors he had heard about Miss Fox were completely true, and he wanted to enjoy her favors as much as many others reportedly had. Moving slowly, he started caressing the soft skin of one outer lip with his tongue and realized that, good as she had looked and smelled and tasted, the way her pussy felt to his tongue was the best of all. Jake believed, adapting his very limited knowledge of sex to this particular variety, that moving slowly and making it last would be more fun for him and for her. After his tongue reached the end of the lip and was stroking against the soft mound above her pussy, he looked up at her body and her face to see how he was doing. One of the joys about sex with her students, to Selma's way of thinking, was teaching them how to properly please a woman. She was, after all, a teacher, and lessons didn't have to be limited to formal classes. The young man between her legs was probably inexperienced, especially at what he had started doing, and she wanted to encourage him and get him to give her as much pleasure as she could. Besides deriving tremendous joy from it, she would give him the best time as she possibly could and teach him what to do with the women he would know intimately later in his life. She knew flattery would help with all those goals. "That feels really good, Jake. I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy. Now, do the other side the same way, and keep taking your time. The longer we make it last, the more fun it will be for both of us." The young man started to do what she said, but he stopped because he smelled more of the juices that had been so delicious. After licking them up, his tongue meandered up the other outer pussy lip until he reached the end. This time, when he looked, the woman on the desk was writhing under his ministrations. Her pussy was almost as active as the rest of her body, as it squirmed under his face. The sexy English teacher's eyes were closed; she had a big smile on her face, and seemed to be really relishing what was happening, maybe even as much as he was. Encouraged that he must have been doing it right to produce such a response, Jake brought his mouth back to where he had started licking, and feasted on all the fresh juices that had been produced in the last few minutes. The fresher nectar was even more delicious than the others had been. After licking up all the treat she had for him, he began on one of the inner lips that had crowded their way completely out of the center slit. "Yeah! Yeah, lick me there," the teacher encouraged her pupil. "You're really good," she said, giving him even more positive reinforcement. Jake lapped up the compliment, just like he lapped up the fresh juices that were steadily dripping from the pussy that felt and smelled and tasted so great. He continued taking his time, making the pleasure last as long as he could, just as she had when sucking him off. By the time his tongue reached the end of the first inner lip, the English teacher's body was rocking from side to side on top of her folded skirt, and she was moaning in bliss. Once again, he brought his mouth back to below her dripping, pink hole and, after feasting on all the fresh nectar, gave the same treatment to the other inner lip. Selma could feel waves of pleasure sweeping through her body from where her newest pupil was doing such a great job of eating her pussy. She could feel her body thrashing on top of the desk and, since Jake was doing such a super job, she gave herself completely over to the pleasure of the moment. By the time the young man's mouth reached the end of Selma's second pussy lip, her whole body was thrashing back and forth and she was fucking up into his face. But she wasn't quite ready to cum yet. Between her moans and whimpers of pleasure, Selma gave more directions: "Spread my lips with your fingers and lick my slit. Stick your tongue right into the hole. Yeah! Oooo, yeah, like that! Oooh, that feels good!" Jake was glad to follow instructions because he was having more fun that afternoon than he could remember ever having with any girl. He stuck his tongue into the wet, pink hole where the English teacher wanted it, and moved it around, while her gyrations increased. Slowly, he stroked upward, until his tongue was licking the pearl he had seen when he started. Then, it had been partially covered by its protective hood, but the succulent morsel had become even more swollen with lust, and had pushed its way out from under that shelter. "That's it, Jake. Suck me there. Suck my clit!" Wanting to remain teacher's pet, he did as he was told. Opening his mouth wide, Jake engulfed the adorable pearl and started to suck. It felt so good to his tongue that he licked the sides and the top and wherever else he could reach. The delectable aroma of her fresh juices reached his nose, but his lips and tongue were having such a wonderful time with her clit that he had to let the fragrant nectar remain where it was until later. Selma was having a wonderful time too. The movements of her whole body, especially her pussy, became more strenuous, as she thrashed on top of the desk, her head tossing from side to side on her purse. Abruptly, she uttered a joyous but subdued cry as she started cumming. Her arms, which had been flopping at her sides, reached down, and she grabbed the back of Jake's head and pressed his face against her pussy. Selma's thighs added to his imprisonment, as they clamped tightly onto Jacob's temples. While murmuring of her delight, her ass rocked back and forth and bounced up and down on the desk, jamming her pussy against his face. He had no objection to that at all. Having the sexy older woman cumming directly under his face was one of the most thrilling things that had ever happened to him. He clung to her legs and kept his mouth wrapped snugly around her clit, sucking and licking for as long as the wild ride continued. The incredible aroma of more fresh nectar filled his nostrils, and he determined that he would feast on it as soon as the lady was through cumming. It took a few more minutes, but it happened. Selma's back arched, all her muscles clenched and she rammed her pussy against the mouth that had brought her to that state. After her orgasm, she completely relaxed on top of the desk, with her eyes closed and her lips parted in bliss. Selma remained in that happy condition until she felt a tongue greedily licking all the fresh juices from her legs, belly and crotch. When he was sure that Miss Fox was through cumming, Jake slowly raised his face from her wet pussy, leaving her legs draped loosely over his shoulders. He gazed at her whole pubic area again, happy to see all the shiny juices that he knew would be so delicious. Starting with her thighs, his tongue sluiced them all up, reveling in their flavor, even better than it had been a few minutes earlier. "Enjoy it, Jake; you've earned it," his teacher offered. "But leave what's in the hole. We'll need it for lubricant when we start fucking." He was very glad to hear that, because Jake's cock was as hard and ready as it had been when Miss Fox first took it into her mouth. He hoped they would fuck until he could cum again, but he would have been willing to forego it, if that had been what she wanted. After his tongue had carefully mopped up every drop of the nectar from those places where it wouldn't be needed, he raised his head to wait for her further directions. Selma didn't make him wait long, because she considered the fucking that was about to start to be the main event. She pulled her purse from under her head, took out the new pack of condoms that she had made a point of putting there that morning and handed it to the young man. "I hope you know how to use one of these," she said, and placed the purse back where she could use it as a pillow again. Although not as sexually experienced as he would have liked, Jacob knew how to use a rubber. He opened the three-pack, removed one, and twisted the plastic wrapper open so he could take out the condom. The empty wrapper and the other two packets were left on the side of the desk so they could be removed when his special after-school lesson was over. After rolling the rubber onto his cock, Jake waited for the teacher to get into the position she wanted to use. Looking down her body and seeing Jake standing and waiting, his cock hard and safely encased, Selma smiled at the sight. For some reason, possibly because she thought of the desk as being the domain of a teacher and, therefore, preferable to rolling around on the floor, she always chose to use its top. With her boytoy's cock prepared, she slid her body toward the other end, keeping her skirt under her ass and her purse under her head, until her whole body was resting on its wooden surface. The desk was five and a half feet long, which was just Selma's height and, when she was in position, she raised her arms in an invitation to Jake. It was an invitation that no straight man in his right mind could refuse, especially not Jacob. He had already scuffed out of his shoes and removed his socks for esthetic reasons. His pants and undershorts also ended up on the floor and, naked below the waist, he mounted the desk and walked on his knees until he was between the thighs that were spread and waiting for him. As he watched, the owner of those sturdy legs reached down and held her pussy lips open for him. Knowing what he wanted to do and knowing exactly how to do it were two different things. Jake held onto his cock to guide it into the wet, waiting hole, and tentatively leaned forward. Until then, Selma hadn't realized how inexperienced the young man was but, being such a good teacher, she was more than happy to further his education. "Hold onto your cock with one hand to guide it, and put the other beside my head to support your weight. Okay, now lean forward." With Jake's cock a fraction of an inch from its goal, Selma held it in place with her thumbs and two fingers of either hand. Her pinkies continued to hold her lips open, and she rubbed the head of his cock in her wetness to spread the lubrication. When the tip was well-coated, she moved it to the center of the hole that was lusting for it. "Okay, now give it a good push and get it inside me," she instructed him, and gave a sigh of joy when the head of Jake's cock wedged into the place where it was wanted. "Ooooo, that's good. Now, take it slowly, and get your whole big tool all the way inside my pussy." To expedite progress, she continued to hold her lips open. Getting that big tool into that superb place was exactly the goal of Jacob Olson, because he was already experiencing the most delightful sensations he had ever felt. The muscles in the English teacher's pussy were starting to massage the head of his cock and, after he thrust a little more of it inside her, they went to work on that part of his shaft too. Pleasure rippled through his body, something like what he had gotten a few times from a girlfriend and many times from his own hand, but infinitely better than either. He stayed like that for almost a minute, relishing the new, almost unprecedented thrills. "I said take it slowly, not stop for lunch." To soften the reprimand, Selma quickly added: "Your cock already feels so wonderful, I want the whole thing inside my pussy." Although that was something of an exaggeration, it really did feel good, and she really did want his whole cock inside her. Jake gave another thrust, and an inch more of his shaft slid into the wet hole that was demanding its presence. He realized that he no longer had to guide it, so he let go and placed that hand on the other side of Miss Fox's face. In that position, he was supporting the weight of his upper body on both hands, allowing him to put more force into his thrusts. The next one squeezed almost another two inches into the squirming pussy under him, and her interior muscles went to work with skill and determination. They made his cock feel even better than her mouth had, and that was the best place it had ever been up until then. It wasn't the best cock that had ever been inside Selma's pussy, but it was definitely one of the good ones. She no longer had to hold her lips open, so she removed her hands and placed her elbows and forearms on the desk top beside her. In that position, she would be able to thrust her body back and meet Jake's strokes and, the next time she felt his cock surging into her, that's what she did. Most of the rest of his shaft was engulfed, and Selma grinned and uttered a happy sigh at the great burst of joy that swept over her body from the way her pussy was being stuffed so well. She raised her arms and put into words the same invitation to the young man who was leaning tentatively over her. "Slide your arms forward and curl them under mine so you can rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Ah, yeah, like that," she continued, when the full length of Jake's body was above her. "Now I can move under you." And move under him is what she did. He drew back and paused and, when she felt his cock plowing into her, Selma held onto his upper arms and fucked back to meet him. As their bodies came together with a pleasant, wet sound, all the rest of his cock found a hospitable place, and their sighs of bliss formed a happy duet. Not only was Jake's long, thick cock stretching his partner's pussy and sending joy radiating from its entire length, his pubic hair was tickling her clean-shaven skin. He backed his cock away again, and the next stroke was as good as the one that had preceded it. So was the next one and the next one and the one after that. For a long time, the teacher and her star pupil fucked on top of her desk, the only sounds being the juicy noises every time their bodies came together and the happy murmurs from both mouths. Selma could feel her pleasure mounting with every thrust into her pussy, like a volcano building up inside her body. She knew there would be an eruption soon, and she wanted it to the strongest one possible. "You really know how to use your big, hard cock, Jake. You're going to make me cum again!" A feeling of pride flooded the young man's chest at the compliment from a woman of the world like Miss Fox. "I'm glad you like it. You're really good too." They continued fucking for a few more minutes. When she maneuvered the two of them into position on top of the desk, Selma had made sure Jacob's cock would slide in and out of her with a minimum of direct contact with her clit. She loves having her wet pussy crammed and emptied as many times as possible, and not cumming until the pleasure built up and she was ready, but she knew that time had almost arrived. Selma was still clutching Jake's upper arms, and she pulled on them to add to her next instruction. "Move higher up on my body. Yeah, like that. Now, really give it to me!" He hadn't moved much, but Jake could feel the difference, and so could Selma. In the slightly different position, his cock was plunging down into her pussy, making much stronger contact with her clit. It felt far better to both of them, but Selma wanted to reach a faster pace, one that would drive her to her orgasm. "Faster, Jake. Fuck me faster." To emphasize, she started moving under him the way that she knew would result in a better and stronger climax, and he quickly caught on to what she wanted. Jake started fucking her faster, while still plowing his cock all the way into the pussy under him. Still clinging to the arms beside her face, Selma matched his increased speed, and her body started rocking from side to side under him. "Uh! Uh!" she whimpered. "Give it to me! Give it to me hard!" Realizing she was close to cumming and feeling his own climax approaching, Jake gave it to her the way she wanted. As he drove his cock in and out, he gazed lovingly down on the pretty face that was pitching from side to side on the purse she was using as a pillow. With every stroke into her, she fucked back to meet him, until she gave a soft cry of Joy. "Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!" Right at that moment, Jake wanted nothing more than to do exactly that, and he kept pounding his cock in and out of her pussy. The woman under him went wild, wilder than he had ever known a girl or woman to be. Her hands released their grip on his arms and grabbed onto his shoulders, digging their fingernails into him. It should have been painful, but the pride he was taking in doing such a great job of fucking and the pleasure he was feeling in his cock and his groin and his entire body made Jake ignore it, as if it weren't happening. His partner's legs squeezed his hips tightly and, when he drew back for another stroke, her body actually rode with him. When he thrust forward again, Jake squashed her against the desk top. She only moaned from the exquisite pleasure her pussy was getting, and her husky voice continued begging her young man to keep fucking her. When she climaxed, Selma's whole body spasmed; her back arched, and she jammed her pussy against the man who had just brought her to that glorious place. After her orgasm, she sagged onto the wooden desk, happy and satiated, but Jake kept ramming his cock into her for another dozen strokes, until his climax welled up inside him. He cried out gutturally, and ejaculated into his condom. Even then he didn't stop, but kept plunging his cock into the slick pussy under him, until his cum had spurted twice more. Spent and happy, he relaxed on top of the woman who had just given him what was, by far, the best fuck of his young life. They lay like that for almost ten minutes, the young man and the older woman feeling a happy, contented afterglow, while Jake's cock softened and slipped out of the teacher's wet pussy. Still between her legs, he got to his knees, gazing at the lovely pink hole in front of him and smelling the delectable aroma of the juices that he had just elicited from it. He wanted to lick off what he knew would be a fabulous treat, but he was reluctant at the thought that his own cum might be mixed in with the delicious woman-juices. Selma knew what he was thinking. "Go ahead and lick them off me. All your cum is still inside the condom. When you're done, I want to suck out all your juices too." Realizing the teacher knew best, Jake did as she suggested. It was as delicious as he knew it would be, and he relished everything that had spattered on her thighs, belly, crotch and, this time, from the pink hole that had been its source. When he was through enjoying the treat, his partner peeled the condom off his cock and wrapped it in some scrap paper while her mouth drained all the semen from him, as she had earlier, and swallowed it. "You did a really great job, Jake. You really made me cum like crazy. Twice. I hope you can stay after school some more, and maybe we can even get together at my apartment sometimes in the evenings or on weekends." "I had a great time too, Miss Fox. I'd like to do it some more too, a lot more. Maybe tomorrow night?" Selma Fox smiled at the eagerness of her pupil. He had done a good job of eating her pussy and of fucking her, and she definitely wanted more, but not quite that soon. For one thing, she still wanted to audition Lincoln Carver. What Selma really hoped for would be to get both him and Jacob together with her sometimes on Saturday afternoon for some long sex sessions in her bed, but that would depend on how good the other man was, and if they wanted the same thing. One way or another, it looked like a really delightful semester had begun. *Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Jake and Selma had, and will be having over the next four or five months. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for reader feedback, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can.*

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*Author's note: All characters depicted are over twenty years old.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter One Harriet's Dilemma The university tech center had a small locker room and shower for graduate students and researchers who stayed overnight on projects. Harriet Kono stood in a shower stall under the flow of hot water as the shakes racked her body. She was alone, the locker room and shower were seldom used. She was near tears but stamped down on the urge. Her experiences in Kent Orlando's fantasy world had been traumatic and awful. Yet under all that was an undeniable thrill of sexual excitement. The moment Harriet shut her eyes to soap her face, the thrill intensified and her right hand slipped between her legs in automatic response. She opened her eyes, jerked her hand away from her crotch, then soaped her body vigorously. "None of it happened," she reminded herself aloud as shower gel flew every which way. "None of it was real." But the instant she closed her eyes to soap her face again Mila Kunis AKA the wicked witch of the west in all her green glory, cackled and mocked as she goaded her naked masked minions to ravage Harriet. Dirty hot excitement licking at the edges of Harriet's distraught mind. Her hand was between her legs again. She willed her hand away and moaned in despair as a fresh tremor shook her body. Shockingly, she was microns away from an orgasm. Angry at her lack of self control, she opened her eyes, quickly rinsed and slipped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel from a stack of them near the shower entrance and vigorously dried her body and hair. She looked up at the ubiquitous round university clock over the door. Thirty one minutes had lapsed since she had entered then exited the world of the brain tube. Of those thirty one minutes only three of them had occurred in Kent's fantasy world. The remaining twenty eight minutes were of her staggering to the locker room tearing off her clothes and washing obsessively. "Just three stupid minutes," she said and buried her face in the towel to stifle a moan. It had felt like a whole day to her. It was disorienting the way brain tube messed with her sense of time. "End this. Take the fucking thing off Kent's head," she babbled then quickly put the breaks on that thought. The last time she prematurely removed the brain tube mid engagement the test subject had reacted violently. Guilt piled on top of her anxiety. That first test subject had been her cousin Alice Mihara. The moment Harriet had pulled the brain tube off her cousin's head, the girl started raving about how she needed to complete her fantasy so that she could save her friend Britt and travel to another dimension to find her way home. Harriet's attempts to calm Alice earned her a fat lip and a host of bruises. If not for Ashley and Joy showing up, Harriet might have been seriously hurt. She didn't want to go through that again. Plus Kent was no petite Japanese chick like her cousin. He was over six feet tall and an athlete. Alice's fantasy world had been totally sexual. Harriet came up with the auxiliary helmet so that she could go in to guide Kent into less carnal areas of his psyche. She let out a mirthless laugh. "Boy did THAT go wrong." Harriet had found herself right in the middle of Kent's raunchy adventure and there was nothing she could do about it. To make matters worst, the helmet sought out her own dark sexual secrets. Fifty Shades of Gray was just holding hands compared to what the helmet came up for her. She shivered as the ugly voice of the wicked witch of the west filled her head. "FUCK HER MY BEASTIES! COME ON HER FACE! COME ON THE LITTLE JAPANESE LAB RAT!" Harriet rubbed at her face as imagined lines of warmth striped her from chin to forehead. The wicked witch's horrible cackling wouldn't go away and the urge to take another shower overwhelming. "I gotta get control of this!" she said firmly. She dropped her towel on a bench and with her thoughts racing way ahead of her, Harriet marched out of the dressing area and headed to her section of the tech research facility. It wasn't until she had her hand on the door knob of her office that she realized she was naked. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. Beyond panic, she looked around wildly as she fumbled to open her lab door. She slipped in, closed the door and quickly turned the lock. It was just pure dumb lucked that no one had been in the halls. "Lolo Japanee girl!" she said. A fresh wave of the shakes made her hug herself. "No make," she whispered. She was too freaked out to notice that she had spoken aloud in local pidgin. Pidgin made her sound unscientific and she had gone to great lengths to purge herself of the it over the years. Her friends teased her about it constantly called her a Twinkie or banana, yellow on the outside and white on the inside. Harriet now had scientific proof that what happened to Alice wasn't a fluke. She could no longer deny that the helmet had unforeseen side effects on the user. Alice had been under for just fifteen minutes. She dread to think what was happening to Kent as he closed in on two hours. When the shakes subsided, she rummaged around her office for something to wear but found nothing. She went around the partition that divided the office from the lab where Kent Orlando lay in an adjustable hospital bed with the brain tube device covering most his head. On instinct, she crossed one arm over her naked c-cups and cupped a hand over her pubic area. She needn't had bothered, Kent was still deep in his fantasy world. She spied Kent's backpack and went right for it. She vaguely remembered him saying something about going to the school gym after he was done here. In the backpack she found a clean t-shirt, a change of socks and fresh briefs. She threw on the t-shirt that hung pass her knees like a formless mumu. After brief consideration, she put on the underwear then the socks. The shakes returned. As she hugged herself to wait them out she stared at Kent's chest rising and falling with the deep breaths of a person sound asleep. Her eyes went to the bulging erection straining to the left in his shorts. He'd been erect from the start. Must be painful for him, she thought. She pulled down the zipper of his cargo shorts, slipped her hand under the elastic of his briefs, found his solid cock and shifted it to the center. "That should help," she whispered. She held his erection for several long seconds thrilled by the firm warmth. "Lolo," she whispered as she pulled her hand away and zipped him up. She located her I-pad and made notes like a good scientist. She put down the I-pad and looked at the auxiliary helmet hooked up to the larger helmet on Kent's head. Her hands shook. She knew she lacked the courage to go back in. She debated calling Mr. Imperial for help. He had offer her tech help. All she had to do was ask he had said. "No way. I gotta solve this sex thing first," she said. She was positive Mr. Imperial would never trust her with an important project ever again if he found out about the sex. All thought, he didn't seem overly upset when he had read her report about the Alice situation. In fact he had doubled her budget. Still, she didn't want to chance getting on his bad side. She had heard rumors of how cruelly he would shun people that displeased him. One minute you'd be his precious right hand then next you knew you were on the outs totally cut off. But she still needed help to bring Kent to roost so she could safely remove the helmet from his head. She considered calling on Ashley. When things had gone bad with Alice, it was Ashley Grant who had come to her rescue. Unfortunately, Ashley had brought along Joy Maeda. Joy and Alice were BFF and Joy had flipped seeing Alice in her deranged state. Joy had threatened to go straight to the police and Ashley, the university ethics board. Weirdly, it was Alice who had backed them down. Then Harriet remembered that Ashley and Kent had been a couple once. "Nope, not calling Ashley for sure." A shrill sound filled the lab and Harriet panicked. She rushed over to see what had gone wrong with the brain tube. Then she realized that the sound was coming from Kent's cargo shorts. It was his cell phone, she could see the display lighting up through the material in one of the pockets On the forth ring, she reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone. The name on the ID was Donny Stevenson, Kent's best friend back in Ohio. She rolled her eyes. Donny was crude and obnoxious. Worst, she had had a short ill fated affair with the guy back in her Ohio State days. Out of gross curiosity, she hit the answer button, covered the receiver with her hand and put the phone to her ear. "Dude!" Donny said. "You're never gonna guess where I am? I'm in a fucking taxi on my way from Honolulu International airport! Surprise! My sister works for United Airlines and got me a cheep ass ticket! Let's go check out some hot Hawaiian babes and eat some poi and lau lau! I was thinking of looking up Harriet Kono. You know where she lives?" Idiot, Harriet thought as she pulled the phone away from her ear. She had her finger on the cancel button when a crazy idea bloomed in her head. She put the phone back to her ear and said, "Hey Donny." "Who's this?" Donny asked. "It's Harriet Kono." "Harriet?" Donny asked sounding surprised. "You hanging with Kent?" "Yeah," Harriet said. "I could use your help with something." "Anything," Donny said immediately. "Good," Harriet said totally unaware that she was stroking Kent's erection through the material of his cargo shorts. Chapter Two Serenity "That's the second time it feels like somebody is grabbing my dick," Kent Orlando said standing with Alice Mihara in the cargo hold of the spacecraft Serenity. "Get your mind off your genitalia," Alice Mihara said. "We have to figure out what our next move is." "Getting clothed should be first on your list," Zoe Washburne, said as she gave the couple a dubious look. Kent was blown away being in the presents of the legendary Zoe Washburne of the science fiction TV series Firefly. Zoe gave Kent a long stern look. He wished to hell he wasn't buck naked and erect as frat boy at a wet t-shirt contest. He did his best to will Mr. Happy away but the stupid thing just wouldn't budge. And it didn't help that the weird feeling of someone holding his dick persisted. Alice, petite and pretty with a classic slim Asian girl figure seemed unperturbed standing naked among strangers. Zoe went to an intercom near the door, slapped at a button and said, "Somebody, find something for Mr. Orlando to wear. Check Jayne's locker. He looks about the right size. Something from River will do for Alice." "Got it!" came a voice from the intercom. "Everyone, meet me and our guests in the common room to parley," Zoe said. Alice and Kent followed Zoe Washburne into a dim, narrow passage way. "They know our names," Kent whispered to Alice. "Can they read our minds you think?" Mind reading was not an unusual occurrence in the world of the brain tube. "Yours maybe," Alice said. "I've been blocking my thoughts for years. "River told us," Zoe said overhearing. "She's the one who got your message for help, Mr. Orlando." They entered into the Serenity's common room. At the end opposite the hatch stood a slim young woman holding a bundle of clothes. "The devourers are coming," said the young women. She walked up to Alice and handed the clothes off. "River Tam?" Kent asked. "The devourers are coming for both of you," River said. River had a pale pretty face with large dark eyes almost hidden behind her dark tangled hair. She wore a loose red and white flowery dress with a cream knitted sleeveless vest over her shoulders. Alice started to dress. Kent kept Alice between River and himself to shield his awkward nudity from the young woman's relentless gaze. "I'm twenty two, a woman fully grown," River said. "Um ... okay," Kent said. Is she sensing my discomfort or reading my mind, he wondered. River Tam was a very powerful psychic in the TV series. Was she penetrating his newly learned psychic firewall? "It's been five years since the movie's release," River said. "Um ... okay," Kent said, now positive that she WAS reading his mind. "River must like you for she hardly ever talks," came a soft female voice from the entry hatch. Inara Serra stepped into the common room. Kent's foolish erection twitched at the sight of the exotic courtesan. She wore an off the shoulder purple dress that hugged her figure, her hair a splendid cacophony of long dark curls. She was, hands down, his favorite of all the women in the Firefly series. Kent put both his hands on Alice's shoulders to hold her in place as his human shield. "Stop pocking me with that," Alice complained swatting his erection that kept bumping her butt. Alice was now dressed in clingy brown slacks, a white blouse and dance slippers leaving Kent the only naked person in the room. "So you all know that you're fictional characters from the Firefly series?" Kent asked doing his best to appear comfortable being buck ass naked in a room full of beautiful clothed women. "We are REAL, Mr. Orlando," Zoe said seriously. "Don't ever forget that." Zoe removed her gun belt and put it on the the table as a solid reminder. Zoe was dressed in her classic clingy reddish leather brown vest, long sleeve brown shirt, hip hugging belt and tight butter nut pants. Inara said, "In the world you come from we maybe creations of some writer's imagination but in the helmet, we live, we exist." Kent still had trouble wrapping his head around the strange behavior of the people in his fantasy world. They knew they were frictional creations yet at the same time claimed to live real lives. "We can die and become food for evil," River added awkwardly. "River, you are a chatter box today," Kaylee Frye said suddenly among them holding a stack of folded clothes. The perky brunette looked at Kent. Alice mischievously stepped aside giving Kaylee the full Monty. "Nice," Kaylee said with a crooked smile. She wore loose khaki gray overalls with a clingy orange top beneath. Both articles of clothing were covered with the badges of her engineering profession, numerous oily stains. Her long, wild light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. There were faint smudges on her chin and forehead. The woman made a dirty face look sexy. Kent quickly stepped forward and took the bundle of clothes from Kaylee. Everyone watched him slip on a pair of boxer briefs, Khaki pants, a gray-green t-shirt, socks and army boots. There was a knitted orange cap in the bundle that he thought looked ridiculous. No way he was gonna wear it so he tossed it on the table next to Zoe's holster. Alice said, "I was no fan of the series but I do remember there were three men in the show." "My husband is dead," Zoe said flatly. "The captain and Jayne are locked up in a federal jail," Inara said. "After we help you we aim to break them out," Kaylee added. "Simon is in the Capital ferreting out information about River," Inara said. "He's a good brother," River said. "You know anything about the program that destroyed my world?" Alice asked. "Her name is Kate, she is legion," River said. "Kate?" Inara asked. "Silly name for a legion of death," Kaylee said. "Whatever her name is she's deadly," Zoe said "I saw her minion's nasty work first hand. I'd prefer facing Reavers than that hoard again." "If we can reach Harriet I think she'll help," Kent said. Alice's features literally darkened at the mention of Harriet's name. "Oh boy," Kent whispered realizing too late he had stepped in it for Harriet had been trying to kill Alice for years. He drew back expected Alice to transform into a murdering obsidian giant. The tension in the room heightened, Zoe inched closer to her holstered gun while the others moved away as Kent had. After a couple of seconds of tense silence, Alice said, "We'll see." The skin on her face returned to normal but her expression remained dark. "How do we find Harriet?" Inara asked. "She usually finds me," Kent said. "She says she has to ease me out of this world or I'll freak out the way the real Alice did. Her peacock sidekick will appear first." "If Harriet finds Kent will she disable Kate?" Zoe asked. "I'll do my best to make sure she does." Kent said," I promised Neffie." "She will not help," River said. Everyone looked at the young woman. "Why wouldn't she?" Kent asked. "We are a blight on Harriet's achievements. She is determined to wipe us clean," River said. "You know all this through your enhanced psychic abilities?" Kent had to ask. "No, I read her emails," River said with a tiny shrug. "Her emails?" Alice asked sounding doubtful. "All her programs are accessible from the laptop she uses to launch into the world of the helmet," River said. "Harriet has put up strong defenses with changing complex log in sequences to prevent an outside invasion but it never occurred to her that one could come from within. The silly girl lacks imagination." River gave Kent and Alice a curious frown. "You two think too human. You are batu now." Alice gave a dry laugh. "A friend name Brit would find this all very funny." "What the hell is a batu? Kaylee asked. Is batu part of a Firefly episode I missed?" Kent asked. "In all our fourteen episodes and the one movie we never once mention a batu," Inara said. Kaylee wrinkled her forehead in thought. "No batu I can see." "This batu ain't us," Zoe said. "Could this be one of Kent's sexual fantasies," Inara suggested. "Isn't a batu one of those tall many limb dudes from Bassoom" Kaylee asked. She gave Kent a narrow look. "Man, you are one sick twisted puppy." Before Kent could deny or protest, River said, "There are many Earthly meanings to the word batu: a Mongol Emperor, a type of stone." She plucked lint from her vest in a twitchy nervous way as she spoke. "But in this case it is not a word but an acronym. Binary-artificial-tech-unit not to be confused with biological-artificial-tech-unit. They are related but not the same thing." "Whatever," Kent said in exasperation. "All this shit is irrelevant because I'm a real dude wearing some kind of dream helmet called the brain tube. Not a batu artificial thingy." "When you are using the helmet or brain tube as you call it, you become batu," River said. "Are you batu?" Alice asked River. "No, I'm a creation of the helmet's programing. I'm just a very smart AI at the moment." "And Harriet Kono invented all this?" Alice asked. "Hardly," River said. "Imperial cooperation acquired a piece of wreckage found in the San Francisco Bay. It is rumored to be part of an alien spacecraft. Harriet's brain tube is constructed from parts of the wreckage. The people from Imperial Industries are deceiving Harriet. They know that the debris is not alien." "If it wasn't from an alien space ship what is it?" Zoe asked. River cocked her head to one side like a nervous bird then said, "The imperial people think it's an object from the future." "Was it a robot hand?" Kent said with a chuckle. "Is this crossing over into the Terminator series." In his mind's eye he envisioned a fit Linda Hamilton from the second movie wearing sunglasses and toting a shotgun. The woman was a total hot MILF. "Close," River said, "it was a shiny blue with the letters ISN in gold on the forehead." Alice's eyes grew wide. "ISN? Imperial Space Navy? No fucking way," she said. Chapter Three Auxiliary Entry "Let me get this straight," Donny Stevenson said as he looked at Kent's inert form on the hospital bed. It bothered him the way the helmet thing covered most of his best friend's head and face. It bothered him even more that his friend didn't know that he was in the room. "He is lost like those dudes in the Matrix movie and you want me to go in and bring him back so that you can free him of the that brain helmet whatever he's wearing?" "Yes," Harriet said twisting the ends of her long hair. If her grandmother were here the old woman would have smacked Harriet's hand. Harriet flinched at the imagined slap even though her grandmother was long in her grave. "Why don't YOU do it?" Donny asked. "Um ... he's having too much fun and won't listen to me. You're his best friend he might come to you." "Fun huh?" Donny asked sounding doubtful. "What's the brain thing doing to him?" He is as horny as a frat boy on ecstasy, Harriet thought of saying but said in stead, "He's having adventures with his favorite movie and TV stars." Before Donny had shown up, Harriet had thrown a sheet over Kent's lower half to hide his obvious erection. "The brain helmet—" "Brain tube," Harriet corrected. "The brain tube lets you do that?" Donny asked sounding interested. "Yes." "Awesome," Donny said, "So if I wanted to make out with say Supergirl I could do it?" Harriet shook her head. "Kent could because he is the central user. You'll be going in with the auxiliary helmet so whatever you encounter will be creations from Kent's brain not yours. You can interact but not conjure." "Still sound's cool," Donny said. "Maybe I can talk Kent into conjuring Storm from the X-Men." "I just need you to get him to follow you to a virtual version of my lab then I can remove the helmet," Harriet said trying not to sound impatient and irritated, which she was. Donny never failed to put her in that state. Donny gave her a sly look. "You use the brain tube yourself?" "No," Harriet said. "Not directly. I've been in with the auxiliary helmet." She dropped her eyes. "I found Kent's fantasy world uncomfortable." She thrust her hands into the pockets of her lab coat to hid the trembling. She had raced back to the locker room to put on her Jeans, shirt and white lab coat. She didn't want to give Donny the wrong idea of why she was wearing Kent's oversized shirt, or his underwear for that matter. "You still have those Sasha Gray fantasies?" Donny asked out of the blue. Harriet's expression hardened. "I regret telling you any of that and I was drunk when I did. I'd appreciate it if you'd never mention it again." "That first time you were drunk," Donny said. "But the dozen times after that you were stone sober. You liked talking about your dirty fantasies and I liked listening." "Donny PLEASE shut up about that," Harriet said hating the whiny edge in her voice. Now she remembered why she had slept with him. After that one drunken night, she was afraid he would tell the world about her sick fantasies. He never did though as far as she could tell. And she had to admit, she HAD enjoyed talking to him. Plus the guy proved imaginative in bed. "Sorry," he said with just a hint of a smile. She had him sit in the second hand la-z-boy lounge chair that she herself used when wearing the auxiliary helmet. She adjust the la-z-boy so that he was just about laying flat. She put the helmet on him. It was so compact that it was more goggles then helmet really. She was proud of the reduced design. The first chance she got she would reduce the bulky helmet on Kent's head in the same way. Maybe go wireless too. She left off the mouth piece that would enhance taste and smells. She wasn't overly concerned about Donny's experience. She needed his mouth free so he could talk. "Keep your eyes open," Harriet said. She went to the laptop that was hooked up to the brain tube on Kent's head. "You will see a light. A series of low beeping sounds will follow. Try and focus in on the sounds. It will help me if you vocalize you experiences. There is an audio plug in to the auxiliary helmet I'll be using. I've never tested it because I was the only one using the auxiliary helmet until now." "So you can talk me through this?" "I'll try." "I'm not gonna get stuck in the Matrix like Kent am I?" "You can take off the auxiliary helmet at anytime with no trouble. Or I'll take it off you if I see that you're struggling. Look for my avatar in the form of a peacock. His name is Huxtable." "Like in the old Bill Cosby show?" Donny asked. "I wouldn't know, don't watch much TV," she said. Like Kent had, Donny asked pointless questions. "Follow the peacock and he will lead you to Kent." "Tell me again WHY you can't just yank that shit off Kent's head?" "It will ruin the experiment," she lied. "I spent a lot of time setting this up. I don't want to start from scratch." ... oh yeah, he will go totally lolo, fucking flip, mad as a hatter like my poor cousin did. Harriet kept that last part to herself of course. She hit the enter key on the laptop. All sound vanished. Donny lay in total darkness. He remembered some old movie of a guy laying in an isolation chamber in total deprivation. He went to some alternate universe where monsters ate him ... Fucking gnarly. "I can see lights!" Donny said. "I hear beeps on my left ... no right!" "Good ... toward ... ound," Harriet said. "You're breaking up," Donny said. "I can only hear every other word. I'm heading in the direction of the sound on my right. Hey! I'm walking! I must have a body! This is cool. Can't see shit thought." "... ood." "I can see something ahead. It's a fuzzy lighter gray circle in the darkness. Wait, it ain't a circle. I think it's a tunnel. Should I go in? Harriet? You there? I'm goin' in better stop me if this is a bad idea." The moment Donny stepped into the tunnel he found himself standing in what looked like a college dorm room after a heinous frat party. The place was a total wreck. The sudden shift in scene was a bit dizzying. He sat his butt down on one of the dorm beds to wait out the vertigo. He looked around and his eyes fell on a digital clock with the time 1:23 glowing red. "I think I'm in dorm room." he said. "There's a poster of Lebron James on the wall. Gotta be Kent's room." A sound near the door made him look. Kent, dressed like a mercenary commando dude stood looking at Donny. "Thought a demon clown ate you?" Kent said then winked away. "I just saw Kent! He disappeared. Where's that peacock?" Donny said. "Everything looks and feels totally real. This is better than any fucking video game or I-max movie." He stood and glass crunched under his sandals. "Broken glass everywhere. Looks like something busted in through the window. Big scratches on the door, blankets and pillows all torn up. Looks like something took a bite out of the desk." He got up and looked out the broken window. The building across the way had big chunks of it missing and all the windows were broken out. Even the trees, most of them coconut palms, looked like they had been attacked. Most of the palm fronds were gone, those that still clung to the trees hung limp and broken. "Looks like hurricane Kick Ass has been through here," Donny said. He walked up to get a closer look at the scratches on the door then looked at the bite at the desk again. "Looks like a bunch of raptors went loco. What fucked up Juristic World shit happened here?" He reached for the door nob and turned it. The door fell off its hinges into the hallway. "Donny Stevenson?" Came a tiny voice from the hall just out side the fallen door. "Yo, something lives," Donny said. A tiny slip of a girl stepped over the broken door and into the room. She had dark skin, Taiwanese, Donny speculated. She wore skinny jeans and a lemon yellow blouse. She was on the cute side of pretty Donny thought. "You know my name?" Donny asked. "Come ahead, I'm not gonna hurt you." Clearly, the girl wasn't making the same promise as she pointed a Dirty Harry size gun at his face. "You ain't the first chick to point a gun at me," Donny joked not taking the gun seriously. He saw this all as a video game. She cocked the hammer. He backup on instinct and scratched his leg against a broken chair. The pain felt way too real. He quickly changed his attitude toward the gun. "Whoa ... Harriet? There's this cute Thai chick pointing a gun at my face? Should I be worried?" "I'm Filipino," the girl said. The gun didn't waver. "I saw a demon clown eat you. You can't be here. You're dead." "That's what Kent said too," Donny said. "What kind of Steven King nightmare is he into?" The chick was small, he could take her. He made a move to snatch the gun. She easily avoided his grab then swept his feet out from under him. He found himself on his butt with the gun still in his face. A piece of stray glass cut into his left hand. The pain was immediate, the blood warm and all too real. "Who are you?" the girl asked. "Donny Stevens! Kent Orlando's best friend from Ohio!" he said looking down the barrel of the gun. "Harriet? There's some crazy ninja chick that wants to kill me. What do I do?" The girl's eyes narrowed. "You in contact with Harriet Kono?" "Yeah! I'm wearing that auxiliary helmet thing! She sent me in to get Kent to stop having fun and come home. Who are YOU?" "Nefertiti Ulamat." "Neffie?" Donny said. "Kent emailed nice things about you. I think he has a crush on you." She dropped the gun. "You really are Donny." "Glad I could convince you." "I can read your mind," Neffie said as she offered him a hand to get up. "Read minds? Noway! What am I thinking right now then?" "You're wondering what I look like naked," Neffie said. "Oh wow! Sorry," Donny said. "Could you explain the eaten by a demon clown thing?" Before Neffie could answer, an awful wailing scream pierced the air. The sound came from outside the broken window. "You better get out of here," Neffie said. She turned and ran out the doorway. "Hold up! Do you know how I can find Kent or a peacock named Huxtable?" He ran out into the debris strewn hall. The dorm building was circular and the hall curved away in both directions. The chick was already out of sight. The screaming stopped and Donny looked around bewildered and more than a little scared. "Harriet," Donny said. "This brain tube thing is totally better than a movie. I'm just about ready to shit my pants." "Donny Stevens," came a voice behind him. Donny twirled around and found himself face to face with, of all people, Storm from the X-men, Halle Berry if you wanted to go their. To his surprise and delight, she was totally naked. "I thought I couldn't conjure?" Donny said slacked jawed. Storm was beyond beautiful with her curvy dark figure, long white hair and glowing white on white eyes. Donny's eyes settled on the fluffy patch of white hair between her dark thighs. "Awesome," he whispered. "I am Kate," the woman said in a hollow voice. She had something in her right hand. It was a long neck bird, a peacock to be exact. She held the thing by its neck. The bird was limp and clearly dead. "Um ... Harriet? I think I found Huxtable." Chapter Four Positive Stimulus "Who the hell is Marco?" Kent asked entirely confused. "A killer robot that followed me here from the future," Alice said. "It was an Imperial Space Navy intelligence robot that they found in the bay." "You travel in time?" Inara asked her voice full of doubt. "I'm what they call a Liner," Alice said. "You're from the future?" Kaylee asked just as doubtful. "No, I'm from 2011 but got stuck in the future." Alice said. "Well, not me. I hate saying it this way but the REAL Alice got stick in the future. "This Marco robot is from the future too you say?" Inara asked "The robot yes. But I met the ordinal Marco in 1983,"Alice said. "That Marco was human, a hit man for the mob." "Wait, I thought you said you're from 2011?" Zoe asked. "I am," Alice said. "I tripped to 1983 after a crazy sex party. From 1983 I went to the far future. From there I landed in 2014 but my batu self has been here for years. I really don't know what year it is anymore." "2016," Kent said. "How did Marco turn into a robot?" Kaylee asked. "He didn't," Alice said. "People I encounter are repeated in my time travels. Don't ask me why that is. It just is. In the future that Marco is a killer robot for the ISN." "How do you travel in time again?" Zoe asked. "Like I said, by having outrageous intense sex," Alice said. "That's what launches me through time or more accurately other dimensions. Its what Liners do." "Is this turning into one of my crazy sexual fantasies?" Kent asked barely keeping up with the conversation. "Wish it were," Alice said. "We wait for Harriet's peacock to show up," Zoe said. "In the mean time we continue on to Golgoth to restock on food and ammo." "I would like to find out if my friend Nefertiti is okay," Alice said. "I can help," River said. "Make it quick," Zoe said to River. "You and Malcolm are the only ones who can drive this crate." River smiled, took Alice's hand and lead her out of the common room. Zoe looked at Kaylee. "Get us more kick, I wanna get to Golgoth sooner than later. I'll be on the bridge if anyone needs me." Everyone left the common room leaving Kent alone with Inara the beautiful courtesan. "You come from the other place?"Inara asked. She sat on a common room lounge chair with her legs crossed. She looked elegant. "Yeah," he said. "What's it like?" "Um ... how do you mean?" "What's it like to be a god?" Kent laughed. "To tell the truth I'm kind of boring. YOU are a goddess in my world. What's it like to be you?" She pondered for a few seconds. "I know who I am. I have clear memories of things I've done but I also know that I'm a fictional creation from your world. It's confusing sometime. River is the only one among us that seems to have no trouble with the duality." Inara tilted her head and gave him a long look. "When are you going to ask me to have sex?" "Um—" "This world is based on your sexual fantasies," Inara said. "She stood up and took a couple of steps in his direction. "I am a courtesan. Part of my job description is exploring physical pleasure." She stepped in close, her dark eyes radiating enticing possibilities. "To be honest Mr. Orlando—" "Call me Kent," he said doing his best to keep his voice steady. She put out a vibe that rattled his being. She looked great, she smelled great ... bet she felt great. "—Kent, I'm curious as to what it would feel like to make love to a god?" I am going to soooo disappoint this woman, he couldn't help thinking and was glad that she couldn't read his mind. She was close enough that he felt the gentle puffs of air on his face from her well formed consonants. Just another inch and he would feel the swell of her breasts against him. "Inara, come to the bridge, please," came Zoe's voice over the ship's com. "Duty calls," Inara whispered up at him. She gave him a small smile then turned away. His eyes drank in her curvy backside as she left the common room. Not knowing what else to do, Kent stepped out of the common room into the narrow passageway. They didn't waste space and he almost had to walk sideways to make his way in the tight passageway. Cables and duct tubes ran overhead in chaotic bundles compounded the feeling of claustrophobia. "Bet this is what a submarine is like," he said aloud. He came to an intersection where a metal staircase went up and one went down. There were no signs telling where the staircases lead to. A loud clang came from the down staircase. Another clang followed then he heard cussing in what sounded like Chinese to him. "You okay down there?" he called down. "Fine," came a voice. It was Kaylee Frye. "Need help?" "Got a current Hsu titanium coated drive needle with dark matter converter on you?" "Let me check ... no, sorry." "Kaylee laughed. "Can you hold a flashlight steady?" "I can do that," he said and went down the stairs. He found Kaylee rested on her knees, pointing a flashlight into an open metal hatch in the floor. "Hand me the matter flax," she said not looking up. He looked at a bench covered with tools. Some looked normal, a crescent wrench, assorted screwdrivers, a hammer, but most the tools were foreign to him. "Um ..." "It's the orange square thing with the gold handle." He handed her the tool. She handed him the flashlight. He pointed the flashlight into the guts of the confusing machinery. Whatever she was doing was vigorous for her butt swayed as she worked and he couldn't help but eye up her cute rocking backside. She said something in Chinese then crossed herself. "We better clear out," Kaylee said in English as she stood. "These old Hsu dark matter needles get a little wonky when overheated." To Kent's dismay, Kaylee made a run for the stairs. In a panic, he ran after her. At the top of the stairs back in the passageway, Kaylee laughed. "Just funnin' with you." Before he could complain about her mean joke, she pulled him in for an unexpected kiss and his irritation with her quickly evaporated. Inara had him at full attention and he was more then willing to transfer his lusty affections to cute curvy Kaylee. They pulled back from the kiss and Kaylee said, "Ever since we got your message for help, me, Inara and River talked about what it would be like to make it with you." "Zoe not interested?" he asked. "She's not much into girl talk. She fought in the war. Chicks like her are way serious all the time. Plus Reavers killed her hubby. That's always on her mind." "Yeah, I know, it was pretty awful," Kent said recalling the shocking scene from the Firefly movie. Kaylee gripped and stroked the length of his erection through his khaki pants. She let out a lusty laugh and they kissed again. She pressed in close and wiggled. He gripped her ass and they did the grind. Inara's voice suddenly filled the space. "Kaylee, I'm getting a flux from the auxiliary hookup that connects the Serenity's computer to my ship. My power is dropping. I need my computer to help Zoe." Kaylee cursed in Chinese. "Duty calls," she said still in Kent's arms. She pulled away from him, turned and made her way up the passageway with a gratuitous sway of her hips. She stopped briefly, turned to face Kent, pull the zipper of her overalls down and lifted her dirty orange shirt up to expose a perfect pair of pale B's. "Remember these," she said with a crooked smile then was gone. Kent took the up staircase and followed the curving dim passageway. Inara suddenly stood up ahead. Her dark eyes sparkled like jewel in her swarthy face framed by a cascade of shiny black curls. "Um ... hey," Kent said and immediately cringed at his lame greeting. She beckoned him with a tiny wave of her wrist. The moment he was close they melted into a kinetic lustful hug. Giddily he said, "I can't tell how long I've fantasized of doing this. If Harriet ever gets her head out of her ass, she's gonna make a billion science fiction geeks VERY happy." "I'm going to be a busy courtesan it seems," Inara said. "Why do you smell so good?" he asked. "What do you smell?" "A sexy perfume ... clove cigarettes ... strawberries." "Harriet's devise must find areas in your brain that trigger scents with strong sexual retention." She looked into his face and blinked her long dark lashes. "And I can't believe that we are having this conversation instead of kissing." He quickly remedied that by covering her mouth with his. As they kissed, his hands frantically roamed over her silky dress and all that was beneath. "We are getting communications from Golgoth," came Zoe's voice over the intercom. "They are speaking in Kaneeth. Inara, you know Kaneeth." Inara made a tiny grunt and pulled away from Kent's kiss. She struggled out of his arms and walked over to a control panel a few feet away, Kent adored the way her slim ass swayed with each step. Inara slapped at the panel. "Kaylee knows Kaneeth," she said crisply. "She speaks a street pidgin not the formal language." "Be right up," Inara said. She turned to Kent. "I'll be back. Go that way and hold up in my cabin. DON'T leave." She turned to go, stopped and asked, "Have you ever experienced the Soldarian tongue technique?" "No," Kent said. "Good," she said then left. Kent went to Inara's cabin or more accurately her tiny spaceship that was hitched up to Serenity. He settled in a red plush lounge chair. As he imagined what the Soldarian tongue technique was, a slim shadow filled the hatch to Inara's cabin. It was River Tam. "Um ... hey," Kent said a bit wary. He couldn't help recalling the way River had hacked to death a horde of blood thirst Reavers in the final reel of the movie. The visual of her totally covered in blood standing among her kills filled his head. She walked briskly to where Kent sat, dropped between his legs and worked the snap of his trousers. "Whoa," he said and made to stop her. She slapped his hands aside, freed his erection, gripped the shaft, bobbed her head and took him into her mouth. "Holy shit!" he yelled as sensation beyond description flooded his system. "Jesus girl!" River pulled him from her mouth and looked up into Kent's face. "I heard Inara mention the Soldarian tongue technique," she said as a matter-of-fact. "I read about it in one of my brother's health blogs." "Soldarian ... huh?" Kent said with several hitches in his voice. She looked intently into Kent's eyes as she slowly stroked him. "It shouldn't be confused with the Soldarian throat technique." She bobbed her head and took him into her mouth again. Kent's eyes crossed, he bucked his hips and squeezed the arms of the chair in a death grip. River's freed her mouth again. "See the difference?" "Yeah! Oh man ... Yeah!" "River, your brother in trying to communicate," Inara said over the ship's com. "Sounds important. Better come to the bridge." River's innocent face darkened. She stood and walked out of Inara's docked ship without a word. Kent was relived and deeply disappointed all at once. Just as he pulled his trousers back in place, someone slipped through the hatchway. Inara was back. She took the time to drop and seal the hatch then went to the com and turning it off. She approached Kent, dropped between his legs and stroked his perpetual erection through his khaki pants to confirm his readiness. Satisfied, she dragged his pants and underwear off in one smooth slide, looked up at him and said, "We were talking about the Soldarian tongue technique I recall?" She gripped him and made to cover the head of his stiff cock with her mouth. Kent quickly dropped to his knees to engage her in a kiss. She made a squealing sound of surprise but didn't resist. If he had let her do her Soldarian thing he would have exploded in her mouth in two seconds. He couldn't have that. He was a god after all and gods don't pop in a woman's mouth in two seconds. They pulled back from the kiss. Still needing time to calm himself he said, "Undress for me." She smiled. He slipped back to the lounge chair. She stood up before him. What was she going to do? he wondered. Dance the seven veils? Ring balalaikas? Spin like a dervish? She removed her head comb thing and put it on a nearby counter. She undid the gold sash around her waist and put that aside too. She removed the top half of her elegant purple dress. Beneath she wore an intricate lacy white bra, a silver band hugged her left upper arm. She undid the skirt to reveal matching panties below with a silver band encircling her right thigh. She stood unmoving looking down at him for several seconds. With her eyes locked on his, she rolled her shoulders and raised her arms horizontal to her body. Somehow, like magic, her bra fell away revealing her firm creamy, brown A-cups adorned with perfect light brown nipples. She swayed her shoulders, then her torso, then her waist. When her hips got moving the panties leafed away like the bra had to expose her perfectly trimmed black patch of hair. She did a dainty spin to give him the full show. He swallowed and said in a thick voice, "You can show me the Soldarian thing now." She smiled down at him. "Too late for that." She straddled his lap and they kissed hard and deep. As they kissed the world around them shook. Wow, she is literally causing the earth to move, Kent thought. Then it happened again. Inara pulled back from the kiss. "What on earth?" she said. She got off Kent's lap and went to turn the com back on. Kent enjoyed the pleasant curves of her naked backside and elegant thighs. "Sorry guys," came Kaylee's voice over the com. "The dark matter needle is really stressed. Everyone better get into the nearest escape pod where the shielding is strongest while I give it a whack." Inara cussed in some unknown language as she reached for a hanging robe. "Off to the bridge it appears." She slipped on the robe. "There's a real heavy hatch I need to move," Kaylee said overhead. "Jayne usually opens it for me. Can Kent come down to give me a hand?" "See you on the bridge," Inara said to Kent. They parted in the hall. Kent found his way down to the engine room and to his surprise, found Kaylee waiting for him completely naked. She had a wonderful curvy figure, milky pale skin and a reddish brown patch of hair between her legs. Her only flaws were the ever present smudges on her face. She must have been working on something while waiting for she had greasy smears on parts of her naked body too. A particular smear in the shape of a comma near one of her pale nipples drew his attention. "Um ... where's the hatch?" he asked stupidly. Kaylee brushed her hand over her pubic area. "Right here." She giggled when he stepped toward her and took her into his arms. She was soft and round everywhere that mattered. As they kissed, the entire ship vibrated again. Kaylee broke the kiss and looked at the incomprehensible engine that dominated most the space. "What the hell was that? she asked" "I thought you were doing that?" Kent asked. "Not that one." The vibration happened again. "What's happening Kaylee?" Zoe asked from overhead. "I'm on it," Kaylee said. She gave Kent sad puppy dog eyes as she grabbed a tool belt and put it around her waist. "You really gonna have to go find an escape pod this time." "Where are they?" Kent asked. "Go to the one on the bridge," She said as she tiptoed, kissed his chin then gave her full attention to the engine. She looked absolutely spectacular in just her tool belt. Reluctantly, Kent left the engine room. After a couple of wrong turns, he found himself on the legendary bridge of the Serenity. Outside the window was a reddish black sky speckled with stars. Only Zoe was present. She sat in the pilot's seat with her back to him. The chair spun and she faced him. A look of stern disapproval wrinkled her forehead. Apparently, she knew about his antics with the others on board. "Um ... Kaylee said to come here?" he said. Zoe stood and did the most unexpected thing. She loosened her belt, pealed her tight slacks down exposing bright white no nonsense panties around spectacular hips. The panties went next and Kent stared at the dark curly patch of hair between her brown silky thighs. "Shouldn't we go to the escape pod?" he asked. Apparently, he was incapable of NOT saying the most stupid thing that formed in his head. "I made the ship vibrate," Zoe said seriously. She stepped forward and roughly freed him of his pants, underwear and boots. Then she hauled him around by his shirt, push him down into the pilot's seat, straddled him, gripped his hardon and lowered herself down onto him. Her intense dark eyes locked with his, she grabbed his hands, guided them to her firm covered breasts then got her hips a rockin'. She breathed in sharp breath with each roll of her hips. Her eyes never shifted from his. She grabbed his hands again and pushed them down to her naked brown ass. Instinctively, he gripped and squeezed. She gasped and said something in rough Chinese. Her body bucked and vibrated with her intense orgasm. The whole time her eyes stayed laser focus with his, never blinking, never wavering. When her body subsided, she kissed him tenderly, abruptly got up, grabbed her pants and underwear and left him alone on the bridge. Alice stepped onto the bridge seconds later. She frowned when she saw him seated with his wet erection sticking up. "Explains why Zoe had no pants," she said. "Um, yeah," he said sheepishly as he reached for his underwear and pants. "I think I found Neffie's fold," Alice said. "She's under serious attack." "What now?" he asked as he zipped up. "I shouldn't have left her out of my sight," Alice said. He was keenly aware of Alice's beautiful. Her long black hair invited his touch, so did her slim figure. "Hopefully we can get to her in time," Alice said as she looked out at the stars through the bridge view port. "You're beautiful," He told her. She looked at him with a frown. Then her expression softened. "I remember what it was like on my first visit to the world of the helmet. The sex was outrageous and nonstop." She took Kent's hands into hers. He moved in for a kiss but she held him back. "But it will consume you if you let it. I need you to focus so that we can help Neffie. Okay?" "Sure," he said trying to mean it but all he wanted to do was kiss her beautiful Japanese face. Inara stepped unto the bridge still in her robe. "Should I came back?" she asked seeing that Alice and Kent were holding hands. Alice looked at Inara and sighed. "With the likes of you around he is never going to get focused. Go at it. Get it over with. We'll talk later." Alice left the bridge. Wasting no time, Inara shrugged off her robe exposing her svelte body. Kent explored her breasts as she helped him out of his pants (yet again). She sat him in the command chair. Since he had just done Zoe in that position he reversed the arrangement coaxing Inara to hang her butt over the lower edge with her legs spread. He dropped between her legs guided himself to her opening and entered her in one smooth thrilling stab. She smiled up at him as he got into a steady rhythm. She closed her eyes and her breathing fell in sync with his thrusts. She linked her hands around his neck and pulled him close to kiss his face. She sought out his mouth and the moment their lips met, she came. In the middle of Inara's muffled cries of pleasure, Kaylee's voice came overhead. "Coast is clear. Kent, I still need help with my hatch." The kiss broke and Inara laughed. "Go to her," she said. "I'm kind of happy where I am," he said. Inara slapped at a button on the control panel close at hand."He's on his way down, Kaylee," she said. She gently pushed at him so he was forced to pulled out of her and stand. She sat forward and delicately kissed the tip of his erect penis. She looked up at him, smiled and waved him on his way. He didn't bother to pick up his pants. In the passageway he lost the shirt. Naked, he headed toward the engine room. He made several wrong turns and found himself in the common room where River Tam sat ominously cleaned the barrel of a disassembled hand gun. Gun parts were neatly lined up on the table before her. "You have a very pretty penis," River said as she looked at him through the holes of the empty bullet wheel. She put the wheel down, closed her eyes and reassembled the weapon at an alarming speed. She opened her eyes and smiled at the whole weapon in her hands. "You wanna do it?" she asked. ""Um ... Kaylee is kind of waiting for me," he said lamely. He had to admit, he was a little afraid to be alone with River. "You are batu," she said. "This is your fold. You can put her on hold if you like." "Not sure how to do that," he said. "Visualize what you want. Close your eyes and see a clock. Make it stop." Kent closed his eyes. Images of clocks filtered through his mind. One image became solid. It was his digital alarm clock in his dorm room, the bright red numbers 1:23 glowed clear and sharp. He didn't have to make it stop because the clock was busted, it always said 1:23. Then weirdly, he saw his best friend from Ohio, Donny Stevenson sitting on the bed looking at the clock too. From the beginning, a brain tube version of his best friend Donny shadowed him. It was Brain tube Donny that encouraged Kent to give in to his base desires, not unlike the real Donny back home. At the time, Alice thought Kent and Donny were attack programs sent by Harriet. Donny was eaten by an evil clown conjured up by Alice. "Thought a demon clown ate you" Kent said to Donny. "Open your eyes," River said. Kent open his eyes and he was back in the Serenity common room. Everything looked the same, nothing had happened. River held out her hand, Kent took it and she lead him out to the passageway. Several turns and a couple of flights of metal stairs later, River pushed open a hatch. They entered into what had to be Zoe Washburne's quarters. The room seemed to be divided in half. One side was utilitarian with weapons neatly displayed on the walls. The other half chaotic with weird gadgets laying everywhere. A holographic moving model of a t-Rex rested next to, of all things, a rubrics cube. A poster of Alice Cooper filled the wall opposite the displayed weapons.. "Zoe is a closet sentimentalist," River said. "She misses her man." River went to a door and pulled it open. It was the world's smallest bathroom. Beautiful curvy Zoe stood frozen and still in the tiny shower stall. Apparently Kent really had stopped time. Zoe faced the shower head with frozen jets of water touching her breasts. Her face was tilted up and a small but solid smile played at her mouth. "She hasn't smiled like that in a while," River said. "Great," Kent said absently. His erection twitched with interest at the sight of showering Zoe Washburne. He reached out to touch her. River stopped him. "Better not," River said. "If you suddenly appear in her bathroom she will tear that off." River nudged the tip of his penis with a finger. River closed the door and lead Kent back to the passageway to a hatch two down from Zoe's. She pushed open the hatch and there sat Alice Mihara cross legged on the bottom half of a buck bed. "She is worried about her friend Neffie," River said. "She's worried about you too." "To be honest, I hardly know her," Kent said. "Alice is deeply afraid of Kate whom we now know is connected to Marco a security AI or batu if you like, from another world and time. Alice is plagued with guilt for she feels responsible for bringing Marco into this world. Marco is obsessed with destroying Alice and all that is connected to her. Neffie is in grave danger." "I really can't get my head around the fact that the real Alice is ... what did she call it? "A Liner," River said. "She travels in time via mirrors after she has sex." "Sounds like a bad B-movie plot," Kent said. "It's what she is, more accurately, what the real Alice is," River said. "The quicker you accept that the better you can help batu Alice. The poor dear has lost two whole worlds. The one that you're from and now her fold here in the helmet." "How do you know all this? What makes you different from others?" Kent asked. River shrugged. "I am what I am," she said. "As AI's go I'm a little ahead of the game. When I go on line I sense other pockets of technology similar to Harriet's helmet. Harriet is not the only project that the Imperial Corporation is investing in. I hope that they are not all rotten like Marco." "I can talk to Harriet," Kent said. "I'm afraid this has gone way beyond Harriet," River said. "If we don't destroy Kate on our own, the world of the helmet is at an end." She lead him out of Alice's cabin. "Where to now?" Kent asked. "To see Kaylee," River said. "She misses my brother. They had sex everyday. I watch whenever I could." "You're brother lets you watch him make love to Kaylee," Kent asked shocked and a little creeped out. "Course not," River said. "He'd flip if he knew. Kaylee's cool with it though. Says that it's good education for me." "Are you still ... you know a—" "Virgin?" River finished for him. "No, not for a while. When I came of age I secretly became Jayne's lover." "That asshole? Really?" "He is crude and not too bright but he is a very good lover. I like it rough and energetic. He performs best when he's wearing his favorite orange hat. Don't tell anyone my secret. My brother, Malcolm and Zoe would fight over who gets to kill Jayne if they knew. You can tell Kaylee, she knows. She's done it with Jayne several times herself. Here we are." They went down the ladder to the engine room. Kaylee was still naked and wearing the tool belt. She held an old fashion Crescent wrench in her hands and was frozen in the action of turning a large bolt on some machinery above her head. Kent couldn't help but smile at the oily hand print on her right butt cheek. "If it's okay with you I'd like to watch," River said. I'll stay in the hyper state so you won't see me." "You can do that?" Kent asked. "I just learned how." River said then blinked out of existence. There was a clang and some cussing. "Oh my!" Kaylee said with a start. "I didn't see you come in." She eyed his nakedness with approval. "I like the new look." She tossed the wrench on her work bench, undid the tool belt and dropped that on the bench too. She went to a corner and dragged a yellow cube out in the open and pushed it to the middle of the space. She grabbed an orange cord hanging from the cube and pulled. There was a bang and Kent jumped back. A hissing followed as the object rapidly changed shape. It was a life raft of some kind. Kaylee flipped it up sided down and threw herself on it. "Instant bed," she said with a titillating bounce. Kent joined her and they immediately got to kissing and rolling around. Kaylee wrestled him onto his back and started kissing her way down his body. She didn't dally and took his erection into her mouth. River reappeared behind Kaylee and pulled her dress over her head. She wore no bra immediately exposing her slim figure and alluring A-cups. She had a slight waist that widened to slim but pretty hips. She wore light green panties. Kent's eyes shifted to Kaylee to judge her reaction to River beaming in but she seemed unaware and kept working Kent with both hands and her warm mouth. Kaylee released his erection from her mouth and River disappeared. Kaylee crawled up to aline her face with Kent's, she gripped his erection, raised her bottom then pierced herself with ease. With bawdy rolls of her curvy hips, she set a fun lusty pace. Her beasts bounced pleasantly with each buck of her hips and Kent gleefully chased after them with eager hands. River appeared behind Kaylee again. She was fully naked now, the hair between her legs a sparse light brown, then just like that she was gone again. "I'm comin'!" Kaylee yelled then switched to a language totally alien to Kent's ears. Was it Kaneeth? he wondered pointlessly. Returning to plain breathy English, she said, "Not done! More!" He pulled out of her, she got on her hands and knees and he entered her from behind. Before he got moving a pair of hands slipped over his chest. It was River. He could feel her firm nipples against his back, the tickle of her pubic hair against his butt. She kissed and nipped at his back with tiny love bites. "What are waiting for?" Kaylee asked. River pulled away and he got into the groove filling the engine room with pleasing slaps of flesh on flesh and Kaylee's gasps and moans. In no time Kaylee came again. When her breathing normalized, she laughed then said, "I know what you like. Which you want? Face or tits?" "Face," Kent said instantly. He pulled out of Kaylee, she spun and dropped to her side supporting herself on one elbow. Kent looked for River but she had hyped out again. He gripped himself and and pointed his erection at Kaylee's oil smudged face. Kaylee froze and River appeared beside her. "My turn," River said. She slipped around Kaylee and pulled Kent on top of her. He eagerly entered her. After three rough quick thrusts, River dug her nails deep into the flesh of his hips and came with a deep wordless sigh. She encouraged him to keep at it He pounded away like a piston in high gear. River announced her second orgasm by sinking her fingers deep into the flesh of Kent's ass. He was about to let go too. "I wanna come on Kaylee's face!" he shouted. He pulled out of River and positioned himself on his knees in front of frozen Kaylee. River took hold of his erection and Kent sucked in a deep breath as a line of white exploded out spraying Kaylee's face dead center from the tip of her nose to her forehead. River disappeared. Kaylee yelped and said, "Give a girl a warning!" Kent steadied his twitching member, Kaylee turned her head to the left in instinctive avoidance and Kent shot three irregular lines on the her right cheek bone. With a husky giggle, she turned to face his spewing organ, he sprayed her lips just before she took him into her warm mouth were he let loose two last bursts. "That was awesome," Kent said. Kaylee pulled him from her mouth to let out a husky laugh. A deafening explosion filled the engine room. In a panic, Kaylee and Kent flattened themselves on the makeshift bed. They both looked up to see River, totally naked, holding a smoking gun. Kent guessed it was the same gun she had been messing with in the common room. The twitching body of one of those skinny black monsters that had attacked Kent and Alice back on the Honolulu University campus lay inches from the inflatable. Most of its misshapen head was gone where River's bullet had torn into it. "What is THAT?" Kaylee asked. "Kate has found us," River said gravely.

Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 01

**Summary:** A lesbian neighbor uses the internet to seduce her innocent babysitter. **Note 1:** Although originally released in September of 2010, this story was completely re-written in October of 2012, and re-polished yet again in April 2018. **Note 2:** Thanks to MAB7991 (2010), LaRacasse (2012) and Tex Beethoven (2018) for editing. **BEDDING THE BABYSITTER** My name is Megan. I am a 35-year-old single woman with a two-year-old son. My neighbor Jenny had always been my perfect sitter. She attended a private school and almost always could be found wearing its uniform plaid skirt, crisp white blouse and knee-high nylons. (I found it interesting that she wore knee-high nylons and not white socks like most girls.) She always wore her dark brown hair in pigtails or a single braid, and her glasses made her look like a nerd or a geek, whichever term you prefer. Jenny was a senior in high school and had turned 18 a couple months ago, which is when I first began noticing she was frequently checking out my long legs and large breasts. Her constant glances had me wondering if she could be a lesbian, or at least curious, and I decided to find out. Now I should note I am a computer technician by trade, so a seduction plan practically fell into my lap. Jenny had mentioned after babysitting one evening that her computer was running slow and asked if I could look at it for her; I told her I would, but she would need to do without it for a few days. A couple days later after doing some routine computer maintenance, I had her computer zipping along as fast as when it was new. Curious about what she did online, I checked her search history and learned she loved a site called Literotica, an erotica story site. Drilling down into her history, I could tell that she read mostly lesbian porn, and her selections mostly followed the format of young being seduced by older, with young being submissive. My suspicions were right: she was at the very least curious about being with a woman but was probably way too shy ever to do anything about it. Since I am a dominant personality, dozens of naughty ideas began bouncing around my head. I installed a tracking app (which I fondly called my 'Snoop') that would send me reports on all her internet browsing to help me plan her seduction before returning the computer to her. I called Jenny to tell her I had fixed her computer. Atypically she came over dressed in a cute flower sundress. I asked her a couple of questions, but first I complimented her. "Jenny, you look absolutely adorable," I complimented, placing a hand on her bare shoulder. "Thanks," she whispered timidly, not used to being admired. Although she was very pretty, she didn't seem to know it. Her fashion sense, or lack thereof, plus her self-confidence, or lack thereof, were hiding her true natural beauty. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, moving my hand away. A successful seduction requires reading the prey and deciding whether to go fast or slow, and I decided hers would definitely not be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am seduction. "No," she said, unable to look me in the eye. "Really!" I said, acting surprised. "You're such a beautiful young woman, Jenny. I can't believe the boys aren't lining up to date you." "I've never even had a date," she admitted. I can't believe that," I objected, "you're way too pretty not to have had three or four boyfriends already." "Well, I'm not sure I even want to date." "Well, they can be exhausting," I joked. She giggled, "That's what I hear." "So even though you're gorgeous, you've never had a boyfriend. How about a girlfriend?" I asked, opening the door for the plan already formulating in my head. Jenny's face went flaming red: she was either not used to receiving such compliments or, as I was hoping, was embarrassed because of her secret attraction to women. She stammered, "W-w-what? N-n-no, I...." "I was just kidding, Jenny," I reassured her, my hand again going to her arm fleetingly. "Although there's nothing wrong with liking girls." After a long pause I added, again building on the complex web of seduction I was creating, "I certainly do." "You do what?" Jenny asked, her eyes suddenly big. "I only date women now," I admitted, then adding, "after that asshole of an ex-husband left Max and me I decided to swing the other way, and it's been a very satisfying decision." "Y-y-you are a *lesbian*?" Jenny stammered, clearly flummoxed by this startling piece of information. "You didn't know?" I asked. "N-n-no," she said, her face the darkest red possible. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," I said. "No, no, it's fine," she replied, "I just found it surprising, is all." "*I* find," I said, hoping to enhance her curiosity, "that only women can understand what women need." After another pause I joked, as I handed her computer to her, "Well, that's probably in the way-too-much-information-for-you category. Here's your computer; it's now working as well as the day you bought it." "Thank you," she said, her mind clearly elsewhere. "What do I owe you?" "How about free babysitting one day soon?" I asked. "Sure, any time, Ms. Cameron," she said. Once she was gone, I smiled at our conversation and at the potential. \*\*\*\*\* During the next three days my snoop app taught me a lot about her. She always went first to a music website and loaded some tunes to play in the background as she surfed. Next, she frequently checked her email and switched on her MSN chat program. She then would frequently go to a teen advice site, read all the new questions and often offer pertinent advice or just make sympathetic comments. After that it varied: looking up author sites, doing research for school, etc. But she always ended her evening by going to www.literotica.com and reading lesbian sex stories. She would begin with the newest stories and then search through the overall collection of lesbian stories. Sometimes she just clicked on titles that caught her eye, other times she would use the search engine, filtering by tags such as: submission, submissive, obey, schoolgirl, etc. Some of the titles she had read included: "Suburban Submission", "Cynthia's Submission", "The Professor's New Toy", "Bashful Betty" and most interesting, "Seducing the Babysitter". It became clear to me that whether she knew it or not, she was a submissive looking for someone to take charge of her. I decided to message her about some input she had given on the question of releasing stress. The question was, "*How do you release stress?"* She had responded, *"All girls are different. And although I can comfortably advise on almost any academic topic, I have never been able to release my own stress."* I sent her an email that stated: *Hi, I beg your pardon for emailing you personally, behind the scenes as it were. But after reading your response about stress, I thought I could best respond to you in private. I have much experience in helping people to release/relieve their stress and perhaps I may be of service to you. I should advise you up front that my treatment methods are very unorthodox and you must be completely honest with me if you wish to obtain any lasting release. Love Megan.* 15 minutes later, Jenny replied: *Thanks Megan, for the email, I really appreciate it. I am very curious to learn more about your methods. What do I do next? Love Jenny.* **My next email tried to dig deeper and begin building her trust:** *What kinds of things stress you out?* **Her response didn't appear for almost an hour:** *Lots of things. I guess the usual high school things: being popular, getting good grades, scholarship writing and relationships, I guess.* **Trying to dig deeper, I asked a question while reassuring her she was not unlike most teenagers:** *Those are very common teenage stresses. Does one of them cause you particular stress?* **It was only seconds before she responded:** *It is just hard to be yourself in high school, I guess.* **Having begun an initial relationship with her, I tried to set her up for my plan:** *"If you wish I can help you, but I need to know more about you. About what makes you tick."* **Her response was immediate, and clearly she was waiting at her email:** *"What do you need to know?"* **I replied with a warning, setting up my web of seduction, hoping she would take the bait:** *I will send you a questionnaire, but be warned that I ask some potentially uncomfortable questions. Only if you respond with complete honesty will I be able to assist you* *with more than* *superficial advice like you can find on that teen site.* **As I expected, she replied almost immediately:** *Please send me the survey and I promise to answer it honestly.* **I told her I would send the questionnaire soon, and since I was winging it, I spent an hour composing the pertinent questions. A seduction is a temperamental thing, and I could either coax her in or scare her off. Finally happy with my questions, I wrote her:** *"Dear sweet Jenny, if you are seriously interested, you must answer the following questions. You must be completely honest for my treatment to be effective. If I learn you have lied to me, I will halt your treatment instantly."* After double-checking my questions, I sent her the email. She responded in minutes. **Name:** Jenny **Age:** 18 **Eye Color:** Brown **Hair Color:** Brown **Favorite Movie:** A Walk to Remember **Favorite Band:** Tegan & Sara **Three passions:** Reading, writing, movies **Your biggest stress:** Getting into Harvard. **How you deal with stress:** Music, reading **How often you masturbate:** At least once a day, it too releases stress **When you last masturbated:** Last night. **What you masturbated about:** This is embarrassing, but I was fantasizing about being told what to do by a cheerleader at my school. She doesn't even acknowledge I exist and she is a bitch to everyone beneath her, yet I can't help but fantasize about being dominated by her. **Your most constant fantasy:** I also fantasize about being seduced by an older woman who teaches me how to please a woman completely. **Describe your sex life:** My fingers, I am a virgin. **Describe your ideal boy and/or girl:** A woman who is older, assertive, understanding. **What you are wearing right now:** I am in a pair of pink pajamas. **Last item: One secret that no one knows about you:** I like to masturbate while wearing pantyhose and no underwear as I love the silky feelings on my legs and vagina. I guess I have a nylon fetish. **Jenny's responses had answered all my questions and I knew she would be easy prey. My next email was as follows:** *Dear Jenny:* *Thank you for answering all my questions so frankly. Such honesty will lead to a complete cure to your stress problems. We will start the program immediately. My msn tag is DrMeg. Please message me as soon as you get this.* A few minutes later I got a beep. **Jen78ph:** Hi. This is Jenny. **DrMeg:** Hi Jenny. How are you? **Jenny78ph:** Good. **DrMeg:** What does 78ph mean? **Jenny78ph**: 78 is a random number. Ph=pantyhose. **DrMeg:** I see. Where do you live? I am an American living in Boston. **Jenny78ph:** No way. I live in Boston too. **DrMeg:** Very interesting. Maybe we will meet someday. Your answers to my questions make it clear you lack self-confidence. Would you agree that is true? **Jenny78ph:** I suppose, I am average-looking and considered to be a nerd by most of my classmates. I'm also pretty much a loner. **DrMeg:** I see. Confidence begins by loving yourself. Therefore I believe how you present yourself and what you wear (both of which greatly influence others' perception of your looks) can build your self-confidence. **Jeny78ph:** Really??? **DrMeg:** Yes. For example, I am wearing a garter and stockings right now, under a skirt and a tight sweater. These build my confidence as I get many admiring looks from other men and women. What are you wearing? **Jenny78ph:** Just jeans and a t-shirt. **DrMeg:** Yet you like wearing nylons? **Jenny78ph**: Yes. **DrMeg:** Right now, I want you to change into nylons but not pantyhose. Do you have any stockings or thigh high nylons? **Jenny78ph:** I only have pantyhose. What are thigh highs? **DrMeg:** Stockings with an elastic top to hold them up by themselves around your thigh. **Jenny78ph:** Oh, my mom has some. **DrMeg:** Can you borrow a pair from her room? **Jenny78ph:** Yes, she is not home and anyway she doesn't mind if I borrow her things. **DrMeg:** Go put a pair on, my dear. **Jenny78ph:** Um, ok. I will be back in a few. About 4 minutes later: **Jenny78ph:** I am back. **DrMeg:** What are you wearing now? **Jenny78ph**: Beige thigh highs, a long skirt and the same t-shirt. **DrMeg:** Better. But now I want you to put on a skirt that is short enough for people to notice your nylons are thigh highs if you are sitting. **Jenny78ph:** Now? DrMeg: Yes, now, my dear. **Jenny78ph:** Ok...BRB! A couple minutes later: **Jenny78ph:** I'm back and OMG you can indeed see the tops of these things with this skirt. **DrMeg:** Good. This particular exercise is all about your own perceptions. You appear to others the way you see yourself. **Jenny78ph:** I don't mean to be rude, but how will this help me relieve my stress? **DrMeg:** All in good time, darling. Now I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see? **Jenny78ph:** Um, still me, although I do look sexier. **DrMeg:** Do you like the new look? **Jenny78ph:** Yes. **DrMeg:** If you like yourself, everything else follows. **Jenny78ph:** Is it that simple? **DrMeg:** Yes, confidence is built through loving yourself and being comfortable with who you are, both of which encourage you to understand that you deserve good things and are attractive. **Jenny78ph:** I suppose, I have always been insecure about how others see me. **DrMeg:** Let's test my theory. **Jenny78ph:** How? **DrMeg:** Do you trust me? **Jenny78ph:** For some reason, yes. **DrMeg:** Good. So dressed exactly as you are now, I want you to go to the mall and buy yourself your own collection of thigh highs. If possible, get the following colors: black, white, pink and mocha. **Jenny78ph:** Um, ok, but everyone will see my entire stockings. **DrMeg:** Yes, they will. They will see the new Jenny. **Jenny78ph:** That they will! \<giggles\> **DrMeg:** While you are out, pay attention to whether anyone notices the new you. Then message me when you get back. **Jenny78ph:** Will you be online? **DrMeg:** Maybe. But remain online while you are home and we are bound to hook up. **Jenny78ph**: Ok. I looked out the window and watched: a few minutes later she came out, dressed as instructed and hopped into her car. She was as obedient and submissive as I thought she'd be. 3 hours later. **Jenny78ph:** Hi, I am back. **Jenny78ph:** I got all the colors you requested and I also bought a red pair. They were on sale for buy six get one free. So I got an extra black pair and a beige pair too. **DrMeg:** Great to hear you did so well. How did you feel going out dressed like that? **Jenny78ph:** Great, actually. At first I was really self-conscious, but after getting over the original anxiety, I felt a rush. I felt sexy, something that usually doesn't correlate with my perception of myself. A few boys seemed to notice me, one even whistled, surprising me when I liked that, and the saleslady was super nice, complimenting me on my purchase. **DrMeg:** I told you, how you dress is how you feel. **Jenny78ph:** I did feel a little slutty though. **DrMeg:** Dressing sexy does not make you slutty. Sleeping with a bunch of people makes you slutty. So I take it from your answers to the questionnaire you are a lesbian? **Jenny78ph:** Um...I don't know...my fantasies are about girls, but I am not grossed out by boys. **DrMeg:** Why older women? **Jenny78ph:** I have no idea. I get more excited by them. They seem so sure of themselves. So powerful. **DrMeg:** I see. Older women do have experience, unlike teenage boys. **Jenny78ph:** I wouldn't know. **DrMeg:** This cheerleader you fantasize about. Is she a lesbian? **Jenny78ph:** No, she is dating a boy in college. **DrMeg:** I see. I have a task for you tonight. **Jenny78ph:** Ok. **DrMeg:** Write a brief fantasy about yourself and the cheerleader and email it to me. **Jenny78ph:** Um, I am not sure I can do that. **DrMeg:** It doesn't have to be porn, just a detailed fantasy and go wherever your imagination takes you. It will help me to help you. **Jenny78ph:** Ok, I will try. **DrMeg:** I have to go meet another patient. I will talk to you tomorrow. **Jenny78ph:** Ok. : ) **DrMeg:** Goodnight, my dear. **Jenny78ph:** Goodnight. I logged out and watched what she did online. She went immediately to Literotica and browsed through some stories, all about girls submitting to dominant women and getting off on the experience, before selecting one. After about 20 minutes she logged out. She had read a lengthy story called "The Complete Submission" which I read also, which was an amazing submission story. **Next morning I found an email from Jenny. She was WAY more creative than I'd thought:** Dear Dr. Meg, You said I didn't have to write porn, but you also said I should go wherever my imagination went and it kinda came out like porn. I hope it won't shock you too badly, but I want to do what you say. If this is bad, please say and I'm sorry and I'll try to do better. *I was leaving school when I remembered I left a book I needed to finish reading in my gym locker. I walked into the gym and saw Karen naked just getting dressed. She smiled at me and said, "Hey Jenny, why don't you take a picture, it lasts longer?"* *I was shocked she even knew my name. I apologized with a stammer, my cheeks instantly turning red, "S-s-sorry."* *She asked, "Actually Jenny, you can do me a favor."* *"Sure," I asked, just excited she was conversing with me.* *"Come here," she said, waving me over with a smile that I couldn't read.* *I walked over and was stunned when she said, "You have been checking my body out all semester, haven't you, Jenny?"* *My face ruby red now, I again stammered, trying to hide my guilt, "N-n-no, I have not."* *"Don't lie," she smiled, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You have been literally drooling over me and had to wipe your chin."* *Her touch had me rattled and I couldn't even complete a rational sentence. "Um, I, I mean, I...."* *She gently but firmly pushed down on my shoulders and my legs gave away as I was lowered onto my knees. "It was really hot today Jenny, and cheerleading practice was exhausting. I feel so diiiiirty," she said, stressing the word dirty.* *My face was directly in front of her vagina and I was staring at it, lost in thought.* *"What're you staring at, Jenny?" she asked, her tone saying she knew exactly what I was staring at.* *I forced myself away from her vagina and looked up past her large breasts and into her eyes.* *Smiling knowingly, she invited in a way where 'no' wasn't an option, "My vagina needs to be cleaned, why don't you clean it for me?"* *I feigned reluctance, "Um, I-I-I am not a lesbian."* *"Neither am I. I love fucking boys. But girls are way better at licking pussy," she smiled, reaching for my head and pulling me into her sweet sex.* *I gave no resistance as I was 'invited' into my first act of lesbian activity. I extended my tongue and made contact with her vagina.* *She moaned, "Does nerdy little Jenny like my pussy?"* *I stammered, already addicted, "Y-y-yes."* *I licked slowly up and down on her vagina pussy lips, trying to please her and savour her unique and addictive taste. After a couple of minutes, I concentrated on her clit which made her legs tremble as she let out a loud moan.* *"That's it my pet, lick my cunt good," she ordered.* *Being called a pet had my own vagina getting wet and I eagerly continued pleasing the most beautiful girl I knew in school. I swirled my tongue around her clit, I sucked it in my mouth. I was addicted to her unique taste and never wanted to have this moment end.* *Suddenly her hand on my head, she demanded, "Fuck, you lezzie-slut, suck my cunt, make me orgasm." She roughly pulled my head deeper into her vagina and began moving her body on my face. Always being a people-pleaser, I became a pussy-pleaser too, eagerly licking and sucking as I penetrated her vagina with my tongue.* *Her moans got louder and I was soon rewarded with the sweetest taste God had created as her juices flooded out of her onto my tongue, lips and face. I continued to quench my unquenchable thirst, wanting more and more as I drowned in my submission and in her perfection.* *Once her orgasm had run its course, she looked down at me and ordered, "Get undressed."* *I stood up and obeyed, hands trembling, and began to unbutton my blouse.* *"Hurry up, slut," she snapped impatiently.* *I again obeyed, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation colliding in my mind. Once naked, I never felt more vulnerable as she looked me over. She asked, "Why do you hide such a beautiful body with such unflattering clothes?"* *My face flushed again at getting a compliment from the girl I had fantasized about forever, the girl that made me reconsider my sexuality. "I-I-I don't know."* *"You don't know how sexy you are, do you?" she asked, moving towards me.* *"Um, I," I babbled unable to complete a full thought, drowning in the compliments and in the desire to be touched.* *Reaching for me, she asked, her finger slowly moving between my breasts, "Do you want me to eat your cunt?"* *"Yes," I whispered, almost inaudible.* *"Pardon?" she asked, her finger slowly gliding around my erect right nipple.* *"Yes, please," I whimpered at her touch.* *"Yes, please, what?" she kept asking, her fingers pinching my nipple.* *"Aaaaah, please lick my vagina," I moaned, giving myself to her.* *"Vagina!" she laughed softly, her fingers meandering to my other nipple. "What else can you call that sweet box of yours?"* *I paused, I almost never swore, but her fingers pinching my nipple had me distracted and horny. "My pussy," I moaned again, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.* *"What else?" she asked, her finger now travelling slowly south.* *Wanting her to touch me down there, to lick me, I answered, "My cunt, please touch my cunt."* *"Good girl," she moaned, leaning forward and taking my breast in her mouth as her finger traced my wet vagina lips.* *I quivered and let out an uncontrolled moan.* *She pushed me onto the bench and moved between my trembling legs. Looking up at me, she asked, "Tell me what you want, my pet."* *"Eat my cunt," I demanded. "I need to come so baaaaaad."* *"Tell me you are a lezzie-slut," she demanded back, flicking my clitoris with her tongue.* *My whole body quaked with one touch and I declared my sexuality without hesitation. "I'm a lezzie-slut. I love licking your beautiful pussy and will be your lezzie-slave who drops to her knees anytime, anywhere, to get just a taste of your perfection."* *"Fuck, that is hot," she purred, burying her face between my legs. As her tongue did slow paintbrush strokes all over my pussy, my breathing got heavy. Usually it takes a while to come, but in a couple of minutes I could feel the volcano eruption of lust bubbling inside.* *"Oh god, fuck, my cunt is burning," I moaned, as she slid a finger inside me.* *She hooked her finger inside my inferno and began tapping on my g-spot.* *I had spasm after spasm like an epileptic person as the volcano, dormant since the beginning of time, bubbled over. I felt fireworks in my head, chills through my entire body and a euphoria I didn't know possible as my orgasm hit.* *"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I screamed, babbling incoherently as my brain went blank and sexual energy poured through me.* *She pulled her fingers out of me as the never-ending orgasm continued through my body. She leaned in and kissed me. I could taste my own juices on her lips; it was so naughty, so sweet and so natural.* *Sadly, all good things must come to an end and she broke the kiss. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and said, "You understand you are now my property. You will be our little cheerleader pussy pleaser. Do you agree and understand?"* *I nodded yes, knowing I would do anything to taste her again, to feel that feeling of utopia I just experienced.* *"Tomorrow you are going to become the cheerleading squad's personal pussy-pleaser," she promised.* *"Yes, Mistress Karen," I replied.* I was impressed. She had written a fantasy that was Literotica-worthy and had given me a plethora of insight into her young, submissive mind. That night we met on MSN, clearly stressed about what she had sent me. **Jenny78ph:** Are you there? **Jenny78ph:** That story was so embarrassing; I can't believe I sent it. I have been stressed about it all day thinking about what you must think of me. It was bad, wasn't it, and you were shocked? I waited a few minutes before responding, not wanting to look too eager. I was portraying the voice of knowledgeable reason, dontcha know! **DrMeg:** Hi, my dear. There is no reason to be ashamed and it certainly wasn't shocking or bad. Fantasy is natural and a great way to relieve stress. **Jenny78ph:** Really? You're not mad? **DrMeg:** Of course not. I fantasize too. **Jenny78ph:** About? **DrMeg:** Many things. Your fantasy turned me on a lot and told me so much about you. I enjoyed how real the fantasy was, you could probably write for Literotica with that nasty mind of yours. **Jenny78ph:** Really? OMG, I am SO embarrassed. You think I have a nasty mind? **DrMeg:** Yes, you really do. But do not be embarrassed, be proud. By writing down your fantasy and then sending it to someone who understands you, you have allowed your pent-up frustrations to be released and your true sexual desire to come alive. I assume you got off last night after writing it? **Jenny78ph:** Yes...twice. **DrMeg:** So I learned a lot from your fantasy, by the way. **Jenny78ph:** Like what??? **DrMeg:** You are very smart, yet insecure. **Jenny78ph:** True and true. **DrMeg:** You stress easily and have no real outlet to release your stress, so I assume you either read or watch a lot of porn online. **Jenny78ph:** OMG! \<blushing\> **DrMeg:** Am I wrong? **Jenny78ph:** No, I read a lot online. **DrMeg:** A lot of what? **Jenny78ph:** Porn, mostly lesbian porn. **DrMeg:** And I am guessing it is lesbian porn where one experienced person seduces an inexperienced one. **Jenny78ph:** Yes \<blushing\> **DrMeg:** And I am also guessing it is one where one woman dominates and controls another. **Jenny78ph:** Am I that transparent? **DrMeg:** Not to everyone, but I can also tell you are the submissive one, because after being high-strung and stressed at school or work, you want to just let go and be told what to do. **Jenny78ph:** OMG, yes! \<mortified blushing\> **DrMeg:** I want you to finger yourself for me, my dear. **Jenny78ph:** Yes, ma'am. **DrMeg:** Good girl. It's now time for the next step in your treatment. Do you want an online Mistress to guide you as you learn your true sexuality? **Jenny78ph:** Yes!!!!!!!!! **DrMeg:** And you will obey my instructions without hesitation? **Jenny78ph:** yes, ma'am. **DrMeg:** Didn't you call that cheerleader Mistress? You may address me in that fashion if you wish. **Jenny78ph:** Sorry, yes Mistress, I will obey ALL your instructions. **DrMeg:** Now slide two fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and come for your Mistress Megan. **DrMeg:** Come now, my pet. **DrMeg:** Now!!! **Jenny78ph:** Kkkkkkk, Comiiiiiiiiiiing!!!! Choosing that exact moment, I picked up the phone and called her cell number. Surprisingly, she picked it up on the fourth ring. Her breathing was stilted and it was obvious she had obeyed my instruction. "Hi, Ms. Cameron," she said, her voice raspy. "You ok?" I asked, although I knew exactly why she was breathing like she was. "Sorry, just finished working out," she covered impressively. "I hate to ask last minute, but I desperately need a babysitter tonight," I said, adding, "any chance you can be a dear and come over?" I shook my head when I realized I had used the word 'dear'. Luckily she didn't make the correlation that her next door neighbor Megan and her online Mistress Megan were one and the same. From her hesitation, I could tell she didn't want to come over, she wanted to keep chatting with the cyber me. So I sent her a quick message. **DrMeg:** Sorry, but I have to get going. We will continue our conversation tomorrow, is that clear, my dear? On the phone I pleaded, "Sorry Jenny, but I am so desperate, please, I'll pay you double." "Sure, sure I'll do it," Jenny said, her usual can't-say-no, people-pleaser self, always sacrificing her own time to help others. "You're a life-saver," I gushed thankfully. "Can you be here in an hour?" "Sure, Ms. Cameron," she agreed. "You can call me Megan," I said, dropping another hint of my double identity. Jenny said, "OK, thanks, Megan, I'll be there at eight." "Eight is great," I quipped, before adding, "See you then." I hung up and saw Jenny had continued our cyber conversation. **Jenny78ph:** That is ok, I have to go babysit for my neighbor in an hour. **DrMeg:** Fun. I am going out right away. I have a date with my girlfriend. **Jenny78ph:** Like a friend who is a girl or a 'girlfriend'? **DrMeg:** Truthfully, she is a slave of mine. I have a few women who service me sexually. **Jenny78ph:** ??? **DrMeg:** Just kidding. **Jenny78ph**: Oh. **DrMeg:** Actually, do you want to know a secret? **Jenny78ph:** Yes. **DrMeg:** I wasn't kidding. I have a woman coming over tonight I am going to use to release my stress. When you are more confident you will be able to release your stress through sex too. **Jenny78ph:** Not sure I will ever be that confident. **DrMeg:** I promise we will find your happy place. You have already begun the transition. **Jenny78ph:** Ok. DrMeg: I want you to do something for me. **Jenny78ph:** Of course. **DrMeg:** When you go to babysit, I want you to wear the shortest skirt you have, and thigh highs that match. **Jenny78ph:** To babysit? **DrMeg:** Yes. Are you going to do as I say? **Jenny78ph:** Yes, sorry for questioning you. **DrMeg:** It's ok. I have to go and shave for tonight. Do you shave your special place? **Jenny78ph:** I trim it. **DrMeg:** Be sure it is nice and trimmed before you go out tonight. You always want to look attractive down there, even if you're the only one who knows. **Jenny78ph:** OK. **DrMeg:** I must get going. I will talk to you later tomorrow. **Jenny78ph:** Ok, thank you...Bye. I got ready for my fake date. I would go out for an hour or so, giving Jenny enough time for my plan to kick into action. I was dressed in a black leather skirt, beige stockings and a red blouse. Jenny arrived dressed in one of her plaid school skirts that she must have first worn back when her legs were shorter, mocha thigh highs, and her white school blouse. You could clearly see her nylons were thigh highs. "Wow, you look adorable, Jenny," I complimented her. "Do you have a late-night date?" "Thanks Ms. Cameron. You look pretty too and no, I was just trying something new and didn't have time to change." "Well it really works for you," I said, gently squeezing her shoulder. "I've got a hot date. Max is already asleep, so you can watch a DVD if you want. I think you'll like the one in the machine, it's a fun movie." "Ok, have fun," she said, her usual bubbly self. "Oh, I will," I said ever-so-coyly. After I left, I drove to a nearby adult store and picked up a new smaller strap-on I hoped to use on my cute babysitter later tonight. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, I drove home and snuck in the back door, quiet as a mouse. From the dark kitchen, I checked in on my babysitter. She was on the couch, her legs open and her hand assumedly pleasuring herself as she watched a scene of me fucking the pussy of a pretty 21-year-old coed I had seduced a while ago. The girl, a sweet submissive volleyball player named Allison, was screaming "Yes Mistress, fuck me, bang my tight pussy!" I allowed the scene to go on for a couple of minutes, long enough to savour Jenny's soft moans, before I decided it was time for me to 'return home.' I snuck back out the back door and came in the front door. I closed it silently to avoid startling my in-the-throes-of- self-pleasure babysitter. The sounds of the DVD echoed through the house, "Yes Mistress, pound me, I'm coming!" When I entered, Jenny scrambled to cover herself, but couldn't do so in time. I looked at the TV, a sly smile on my face and gasped, faking surprise, "Oops, that wasn't the movie you were supposed to see!" She stammered, apologized and begged me "I-I-I am s-s-so sorry, Ms. Cameron. P-p-p-please don't tell my mother!" Her red cheeks expressed both guilt from what she was doing and also the shame that came from being caught in such a compromising position. "It's ok, my dear, masturbation is natural." "I-I-I am so, so, so sorry," Jenny continued; I found her embarrassment so cute! "Actually, the fact that you were masturbating to a video of me and my submissive Allison is quite flattering," I mused. "What turned you on the most?" "I-I-I don't know," she replied, clearly overwhelmed just that we were talking about such things. "Did you find seeing me with a strap-on exciting?" I asked, moving closer. "Or was it Allison being fucked?" swearing in front of her for the first time. As I reached her, my hand grasped hers and I pulled her up and asked, "Or did you wish that you were the one on all fours getting fucked by my big strap-on cock?" Her mouth dropped open and she froze in place, speechless. Her mouth opened and closed several times and faint sounds emerged, but no words came out. Adding to her confusion, I then leaned in and kissed her. At first it was gentle and sweet, but once she responded, tentatively at first, I used my tongue to part her lips. She responded more actively and our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. The urgency of the kiss increased as my hands slid down past her waist and beneath her skirt. The background noise of Allison coming on my strap-on enhanced the intensity of our kiss. I finally broke away and asked, "What does my Jenny78ph want?" "Pardon?" she asked, the significance of the words not immediately registering. My hand traced her pussy lips through her wet panties. "Hmmmm, you are very wet, Jenny78 pantyhose." She let out a soft moan from my touch. "H-h-how do you know my MSN name?" "Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. Have you not figured it out?" I smiled, my finger tapping her protruding clit. Her breathing increased, and my finger was causing her so much distraction she couldn't make the obvious correlation. I asked, "What is my first name, Jenny?" "M-M-Megan," she moaned. I watched her face and her lips as she moaned with desire. It was so adorably cute as the light bulb came on and her face brightened to astonishment. She asked, her words coming out stunted as my finger continued putting pressure on her clit, "Oh, um, wait, oh my God, are you Dr. Meg?" "The one and only," I purred, as my finger slipped past her soiled panties. "I-I can't believe it," she gasped, astonished by my revelation. "Yes, my dear, and I am now about to relieve all your stress and satisfy all your curiosity," I promised, my finger now between but not inside her wet pussy lips. "But how?" she asked, overwhelmed as she began seeing further implications that could stem from this sudden new level of our friendship. I had baked cookies for her when she was fifteen, and now I was touching her twat! "I've always thought you were sexy... shy but sexy. When I overhauled your computer I searched for clues and found which sites you usually frequent," I explained, before adding with a playful smile, "By the way, for future reference you need to erase your daily history if you don't wish people like your Mom, or conniving neighbors like me, to learn all your secrets." "Aaaaaaah," she gasped as my finger took the plunge and slowly penetrated her fevered pussy. "Jenny, it's all right. You're a lesbian and submissive; I am a lesbian and dominant," I explained. Jenny, still trying to get the whole picture straight in her mind with one less player now on the field, stood there in a sexual trance. Her mind was trying to process the bizarre reality currently happening around her while within, her body was begging for the attention it had long craved. "Jenny, I know exactly what you need," I told her gently, "even if you don't. You are submissive and a people pleaser, as your naughty story clearly demonstrates. You want to explore your sexuality but don't even know where to start. I'm here to help and guide you, honey." Jenny looked directly into my eyes. I smiled. She looked tentative, yet I knew she had already made up her mind. "If you wish me to Jenny, I will teach you how to be a good submissive pet and thus how to pleasure a woman properly and in return be pleasured thoroughly yourself," I continued, my finger now deep inside her, just lingering in her warmth. "Please," she whispered. "Please what?" I asked, my mouth close to her ear. "Please, don't stop," she again whispered, such words difficult for her to say. "Please don't stop what?" I pressured, pushing her deeper into admitting her desires and needs. I encouraged further responses by moving my finger ever so slowly inside her. "P-p-please, don't stop fingering me," she elaborated, her breathing getting heavier. "Do you want to come?" I asked, nibbling on her earlobe. "God, yes," she moaned. "Then I need to make something very clear, my dear," I whispered, my tongue darting in and out of her ear. "Whaaaat?" she asked, distracted by my finger in her pussy and my tongue in her ear. "If you wish, we will make love today. I will take you to levels of euphoria you have so far only imagined. You will taste your first pussy and I will fuck you," I explained. Suddenly I wondered if she was a virgin. I asked her, "Jenny, are you a virgin?" "Yes," she admitted, as if such a declaration was admitting something shameful. "It's ok, Jenny," I soothed. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. You're uncertain about your sexuality, and tonight I will help you discover and confirm your true sexuality." "Kkkkkk," she whimpered, my finger causing her great pleasure but also great need, a constant teasing distraction, but also a goad. "But I need to warn you: if you submit to me tonight, I will expect you to become my permanent submissive. If you surrender to me, you must henceforward obey every order I give without hesitation, and I do not tolerate disobedience. I know what you need and how to provide what you crave, but in return I expect unconditional loyalty," I explained, my finger touching, ever so briefly, her g-spot. Her legs trembled and I added, knowing her true submissive nature was taking over, "If you do not wish to submit to me, if you are not ready to agree to my terms, you may leave. We will pretend this never happened, I will still pay you double for tonight as promised and you will be free to continue to babysit Max if you're comfortable doing so knowing what you now know." Her mind was clearly processing all my terms and all the things I was doing to her body. If there was an internal struggle between good girl Jenny and sexually curious Jenny, it was a brief one. Going for broke, confident I was reading her correctly, I released her and backed up a few feet to say, "My dear sweet Jenny, it is time for you to decide. If you wish for me to become your Mistress, you simply need to undress for me." Jenny's eyes never left mine as she began to obey my order instantly by reaching for a button and slowly beginning to unbutton her blouse. Her hands were trembling slightly as she tossed the blouse on the floor. Her small, perky breasts peeked out from her white lace bra. "You are very beautiful, Jenny," I encouraged. "Please remove the skirt." Jenny obeyed, sliding the skirt down her stocking-clad legs. She was then standing in front of me in her bra, white panties and mocha thigh highs. I looked down and saw her toenails were painted purple while her lipstick was light pink... but never mind fashion nuances for now. Overall, she looked so adorable, and good enough to eat! I stepped back to her and as my hands grasped her shoulders, she was shivering. She looked pleadingly into my eyes, silently begging for me to pleasure her. I moved in for a soft kiss, just brushing her tender lips. I then moved to an ear. I nibbled on her earlobe, my hot breath flowing into her ear. She quivered and let out a soft moan. I then whispered, "Jenny..." She whispered back, almost inaudibly, "Yes?" "...are you ready?" "Yes." I moved down her neck, trailing gentle soft kisses. When my kisses reached her breasts, I unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the carpet. I licked, nibbled and sucked on her perky, firm breasts. I teased her nipples; I splattered her with butterfly kisses. Her breathing again increased from her desire. My tongue slid down her belly. I reached her panties and slowly, seductively, drew them down until they fell around her ankles. Requiring no urging, she stepped out of them. The ripe young lesbian-to-be now stood before me naked except for a pair of thigh-high stockings. Kneeling, I gave her one gentle lick across her freshly trimmed pussy and allowed my tongue to roam down her left leg. I lifted her foot to my mouth and through the transparent silky fabric of her stocking, took each delicate toe into my mouth. Her breathing became heavier, more laboured. I moved back up to her delicious pussy and gave her one more long, wide lick, before gliding down her right leg and replicating my toe-sucking on that foot. I moved up, kissing behind her knee, her mid-thigh, around to her clit, up her belly and then to her lips. She eagerly kissed me back, moaning into my mouth with a new, determined hunger. I broke the kiss, took her hand and without a word from either of us, led her to my bedroom as she followed pliantly. I lay her on my bed and kissed her again. Our tongues twisted and turned, danced and twirled. I moved back down to her special place and asked, "Does my dear pet want her pussy licked?" "Yes please," she moaned. "*Tell* me what you want, my pet," I purred, my breath hot on her pussy. "I want you to lick me," she moaned. "Where?" I asked, again pushing her to say the words. "My pussy, please lick my pussy, Megan," she pleaded, an intense desperation in her voice, which was adorably sexy. "Good girl," I purred and leaned forward to lick her virgin pussy. Her nectar was so sweet and she was already dripping wet. I knew her first orgasm would come quickly as her moans told me she was already close to a major stress release. I licked her with long, wide strokes and her moaning increased. I could tell her orgasm was imminent so I grasped her swollen clit between my lips and sucked it in. She screamed, "Oooooooo myyyyyyyyyy gaawwd!" Her orgasm quaked through her and the shy, reserved babysitter came sexually alive. As she writhed and screamed from her first intense orgasm, I continued pleasing her, already attempting to build a second orgasm in my new pet even as the first hadn't yet subsided. I continued licking, sucking and nibbling her clit, while I slid a finger inside her warm hole and pumped it in and out. Jenny was screaming, "Oh my god, don't stop, yes, yes, it feels so good!" I continued to heat her up, getting her revved for more, stoking her need for another climax, but after a few more minutes of licking and fingering, I suddenly stood up, abandoning her to her unreleased urges. She whimpered, "Noooooo!" "Get on all fours," I ordered, adding, "and don't you dare touch your cunt, is that understood?" "Kkkk," she moaned, obeying the order even though she was desperate to come again. I went downstairs and pulled out the new strap-on I'd bought for this very occasion and returned to my hungry, newly insatiable teenager. Once back in the bedroom, I slipped out of my clothing while my babysitter looked on impatiently, but without complaint. I was soon as naked as she was except for our stockings. I asked, "Does my pet babysitter want to get fucked?" "So bad," she finally felt at liberty to say, staring at the cock in my hand. I fastened the harness in place and sauntered up to her. "Has Pet Jenny ever sucked a cock?" "No," she said, shaking her head. "Does she want to suck mine?" I asked, my anatomically correct cock now directly in front of her. "Yes, ma'am," she answered. "When we are alone I am your *Mistress*, Jenny. Is that understood? You do want a Mistress, don't you?" I asked. The hesitation was brief before she responded as expected, "Yes, I truly do, Mistress Megan." "Good girl," I purred, knowing that a true submissive lives and breathes for approval. "Now suck my cock, my pet." She leaned forward and took my plastic cock in her mouth. Watching my cute, shy, sweet teenaged babysitter slowly bobbing up and down on my cock was one of the hottest moments of my life. Anytime I turn a straight girl or pull a bi-curious girl into the world of lesbian submission, I experience a joy and a sense of accomplishment I cannot explain. I don't do it just for the personal pleasure (although that is certainly one reward), I do it primarily to liberate young women from the sexual stereotypes that hold them back. Jenny wanted to be a lesbian, Jenny was submissive, and I had just pushed her over the edge to discovering her true nature, to accepting her true sexuality. Jenny had begun slowly, but soon began moving faster and I briefly imagined she could become a great cock sucker if she were ever to try playing the straight card. Finally I pulled my cock out of her perfect mouth and asked, "Jenny my pet, are you ready for your Mistress to fuck you?" She looked me straight in the eye and surprised me for the first time. "Please fuck me, Mistress. I need your cock in me so fucking badly," she begged, the combination of her unexpected foul language coupled with her customary proper grammar absolutely delicious! I moved her to all fours and joined her on the bed, placing myself behind her. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips and was again surprised when she leaned back abruptly and forecefully, taking my cock inside her. "You naughty little slut," I quipped playfully. "Oh God, yes I am," she moaned, "Please fuck me, Mistress." Never one to deny such a request, I put my hands on her hips and slowly began to slide my cock in and out of her sweet pussy. She was so drenched my cock easily filled her completely, and as I started pumping in and out she began to get animated. The shy, reserved nerd begged, "Fuck me, harder, even harder! Fill my pussy completely! Make me your whore!" Watching her complete transformation was so hot and I again obliged, my body thrusting into her. Her body also got involved and she began meeting my thrusts, attempting to get my cock deeper inside her. As her moans increased I demanded, "Your pussy is called a *cunt*, my slut. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt." "Oh God, Mistress, please pound my dirty cunt with your cock, it feels sooooo good," she moaned. We continued fucking for a few more minutes, sweat pouring off both of us as over and over our bodies crashed together and became one. Finally, her breathing had become urgent panting and she screamed, "I'm coming again, Mistress, oh my God, oh my God, yes, yes, fuuuuuuuuck!" She collapsed forward and I continued pumping her pussy from a new, deeper angle. Her orgasm was continuing through quiver after quiver of pleasure as I slowed my fucking and watched her, my cock still buried deep inside my no-longer-virgin babysitter. Finally I pulled out of her beautiful cunt, removed my shiny-with-her-juices cock and went for a couple of glasses of water. I returned and she hadn't moved an inch. I handed my exhausted pet a glass of water and after sitting down on the edge of my bed, she downed the whole glass. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Allow me to please you, Mistress; I want to pleasure your cunt." Joining her on the bed and lying back, I smiled up at her and promised, "Jenny, you will be pleasuring my cunt many, many times. Now crawl between my legs and begin to please your Mistress." Eagerly, Jenny crawled between my stocking-clad legs. She looked at my completely shaved pussy, my slightly wet pussy lips, and my swollen clit with the awe of an innocent virgin. "Go ahead, my pet," I purred, "Lick your Mistress's cunt." She smiled and again surprised me. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." "Do what, lick someone's pussy?" I asked. "No, lick *your* pussy, Mistress," she answered, admitting, "I've fantasized about you for like, forever." It was my turn to be surprised. "Really?" I asked, suddenly not completely in control. "*Really*, really," she smiled, leaning forward and extending her tongue. I moaned on contact, my pretty babysitter between my legs licking me so sexily. For a pussy-licking rookie, she was very good. She licked, she sucked, she probed me with her fingers. She was like an explorer breaking into new territory, wishing to taste, search and learn about every aspect of my special place. After a few minutes of her eager tongue, I was close and moaned, "I'm close, my pet slut, sooooo close!" She took my clit into her mouth and put intense pressure on it and began shaking her head from left to right. This was a technique I had never experienced and I began breathing heavily, my own orgasm now imminent. "Oh, yes, Jenny, fuck, that is so good, more, more!" Out of the blue she surprised me yet again by sliding a finger in my ass! It triggered the explosion of my orgasm and I flooded my juices all over my adorably cute babysitter's face. "Oh fuck, you nasty sluuuuuuut, I'm comiiiiiing!" She continued teasing my ass, sucking on my clit and fingering my pussy while my orgasm surged through me. The intensity of the orgasm was so much more powerful than usual that I finally had to push her away. "Fuck, that was amazing, my pet," I whimpered, as I drew my legs together and allowed the last of the orgasm to subside. She moved up and lay beside me, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. "I read about that last move in a story online." I laughed. "Well, keep reading, that was amazing." She asked, her smile fading to serious, "Does it always feel this amazing?" "It can. Although you should understand that I was very gentle with you tonight. I won't always be," I warned. "I understand. But please don't hold back from doing whatever you wish with me: I *want* you to dominate me. I need you to treat me like a filthy slut, I know that now," she answered, the unhesitant words flowing past her sweet lips sounding so sinfully delicious. "All my fantasies have always been of being treated like a slut, being forced to do kinky things I would never dare to do on my own." "You're going to make a great slave," I promised her, kissing her again. But once the tender kiss was broken, I looked at the clock and realized it had been almost two hours. I kissed her again and told her, "You must also understand that I will share you with my friends. I will take you to places you have never even imagined, and this time I mean physical places and sometimes people you've never met." Her eyes went big, but she pledged me like a good submissive. "I understand Mistress, and eagerly await whatever you have in store for me." I faced away from her, got on all fours and suddenly ordered, deciding to test her utter obedience, "Then lick my asshole, my pet." "Yes Mistress," she replied without hesitation, crawling up to my ass. She pulled my ass-cheeks apart, and after a brief pause to admire the view, she leaned forward and began licking my dark dime. Such an eager submissive, she worked hard to poke her rigid tongue deep inside. Her eagerness to please was so fucking adorable and sexy! Her submission keeping me horny, I ordered, "On your back, my pussy pleaser." She again obeyed and I straddled her face. Without requiring any instruction, she again licked my pussy and time stood still as my new pet pleasured me. Finally my second orgasm was building and I began rubbing my pussy all over her sweet face until I came, flooding her face once again with my cum. Climbing off her, I smiled and said, "Your sweet face looks absolutely adorable, all shiny with my cunt cum." "Thanks, Mistress," she chirped companionably, like a good girl. She was being appropriately deferential insofar as she was abiding by all the submissive forms, and she was eagerly obedient to whatever I might demand of her, but she wasn't remotely intimidated or fearful. It was as if I had just introduced her to a whole new world, but one where she felt immediately at home. Interesting! "Wait here," I ordered and returned a minute later with my camera. "Let's take a picture to remember this special day." I thought she might balk at this potentially risky suggestion, that she might still have an unrevealed trust issue, but instead, she sat up and happily posed for me. I snapped a few pictures of her cunt-cum-covered face, her make-up totally ruined. Setting the camera down, I came over to the bed and mentioned, "It's getting late." She looked at the clock and sighed. "I suppose it is." "Are you free tomorrow?" I asked. Excited, like a girl being asked out by a boy she was crushing on, she answered, "Yes, yes I am!" "Then tomorrow I am taking you out for a makeover," I smiled. "Where?" she asked. I just shrugged and said, "You'll see, but wear the same outfit you wore today when you went shopping." "Yes Mistress, "she said, standing up. She got dressed, we kissed one last time and she went home. My head spinning with naughty possibilities, I smiled to myself. Tomorrow was going to be fun... **THE END... of Chapter 1.... Jenny's journey to lesbian submission continues in Bedding the Babysitter Chapter 2.**

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 01

**1. "I Am"** I am Stephanie, a soft spoken girl of 24. The delight of my life is that I am a sexual slave. My Master loves and protects me and I serve his pleasure with all that I am. I love to write and my Master has given me Literotica as a gift. It is his wish that through this medium I might serve the lusts and pleasures of others. I am grateful for this opportunity. If my stories are well received my Master will let me read the comments of my readers. I do so hope that you will enjoy me. Nothing would be a greater gift than to know that I can bring happiness and pleasure to others. My first writing will be this introduction. In this way a reader of my future offerings will have a vision of who I am. I am a tall girl, pale skinned and slender. I rarely let the sun touch my skin. My Master says I have the most beautiful black hair he has ever seen. It is long, curling down my back to rest against my ass. I keep it just long enough that I will not sit on it., My eyes are large and blue. I wear very little makeup except when my Master orders me, and then it is only to make my lips bright and red for pleasure. Occasionally he will wish me to leave a red tattoo of my lips on the body of a lover. There is no greater honor for my lips unless it is wrapping them around his cock. I am an energetic girl, exercising every day to maintain my health and beauty. My breasts are large, easily overflowing the loving grasp of my Masters large. strong hands. My nipples are small and pink. I am ordered to bathe each morning, keeping my skin hairless and smooth. As a slave, I make every effort to keep myself as beautiful, sweet smelling and clean as I can. This pleases my Master and I have to admit that it makes me feel like the most valuable treasure. My Master spares no expense to provide me a luxurious life in his care. I spend a lot of time making sure that my body is most presentable. I should be clear that I have chosen this life. I have given myself voluntarily to this beautiful and loving man and every bit of the stories I will tell you is consentual. I want to be owned, possessed and desired. I want to be held down. I am addicted to this life, and I am a devoted submissive. Anyone who objects to my lifestyle likely fails to understand that I am a very happy girl. Now I will give you a glimpse of that lifestyle. I live in a large, very private estate. I do not leave without permission or direction. I live in my Masters home, at my Masters will. I do not wear cloths in my Masters presence unless I am ordered to. Each day when he comes home I kneel for him, only rising at his instruction. I do not have to clean, nor do I cook except for fun. I exist to pleasure him. I have a huge jewelry collection and I adorn myself with these gifts daily. My only possesion is a beautiful golden collar which I never remove. When it pleases my Master, or when I am disciplined, or during my time of the month, my collar is my restraint, leashed wherever he wishes. My leash is a thin cord, easily cut or broken, but I would never do that. I am free to go whenever I wish, but there is no part of me which wishes not to be owned and bound by his will. All I want out of each day is to bring my Master pleasure. I want to feel him on me, in me and over me. I pleasure him at his will. I pleasure his guests when he will let me, although it is fairly rare for him to bestow me as a gift on those he trusts. I enjoy this. My Master surrounds himself with beautiful people and he has never offered me to someone that I found distasteful. I am bisexual as that pleases him. When instructed, I tend to my Master and one of his lovers, pleasuring, bathing or fucking. I am his toy after all. My Master pays a lot of attention to me. I love sex and there is no part of me that I do not offer to him freely. He indulges himself in me often and I rarely go long without the pleasure of his hot cum on, or inside me. Each day I beg him to fuck me or let me suck his gorgeous cock. I like to think I am an expert in sexual techniques and I often spend my spare time reading or studying online for new ideas or ways to create sexual pleasure. I cum easily. I assure you that my lifestyle is very satisfying. I get so excited by pleasuring my Master that sometimes I need only the lightest touch to have an orgasm. My Master loves it when I cum, he says that my moans and whimpers are the sweetest sound, but in truth, I love the sound he makes when he cums. His voice is deep and strong and his cries of pleasure turn me on. I have pillows in every room around his home, and these are where I spend most of my time, either kneeling and awaiting his orders or resting. My Master entertains guests regularly. When his guests do not know our lifestyle I will pose as a servant, dressed in elegant cloths he provides. When his guests know the lifestyle I am rarely clothed unless my Master has chosen some delicious, sexy adornment. I am often instructed to masturbate on my pillow for the pleasure of others. Can you imagine how cherished I feel? I guess my life is hard to understand for many people, but please do not judge too quickly. I am blessed beyond measure with a life that is exactly as I want it. I have everything I ever need. I am deeply loved and appreciated. I am appreciated and treasured. I have been given permission to write about my life because my Master knows how much I love him and the life he has given me. Soon, I will begin telling these stories. Please leave comments if I have been at all entertaining for you. I will serve you in this small way and nothing would make me happier. It is my Masters wish.

Hotel Fantasy

Annabelle Slipped her bare foot into the new red heels she had bought especially for this occasion. She thought back to the chatting session they had late one night where he had expressed his fascination with red heels. She ran her hand up her leg and smoothed the edge of the black dress that snuggly wrapped around her body. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror she reached for her lipstick. She knew that any moment there would be a knock on the hotel room door. A smile crept across her face as she slid the tube of lipstick over her full lips, coloring them red. Her heart was racing, her mind flashing images of what could come. She had chatted with him for so long on the computer. They had talked about every possible thing they could do to each other. He was the only man she had ever met on the computer that could make her clit pulsate and her panties wet just from the things that he wrote her. A Knock on the door brought her back from her thoughts. She took a deep breath as she walked across the room and reached for the door. As the door opened she saw his cowboy boots as her eyes began to move up his body. His blue jeans fitting perfectly over his string legs and tight ass. She could already make out the firmness in his jeans that she was aching to reveal. Her eyes fell upon his lips where the sexiest smirk spread over them. She let her eyes lock on his. He was exactly as she had pictured and she smiled back at him. Before she could even speak he stepped forward hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him, bringing his mouth firmly to hers and sliding his tongue between her lips. She felt her legs go weak, her heart now pounding so hard she thought for sure he could hear it. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the room as their mouths explored one another. As the door closed behind them he pinned her against the wall his mouth making her skin ache for more as he kissed down her neck and teased at the full breasts that peeked from the neckline of her dress. With one swift movement he lifted her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Stepping back his eyes moved over every inch of her body. She could feel his eyes touching her everywhere. She needed to feel him all over her; she craved everything his body had to offer her. Grabbing his belt she slid it from around his waste and started working on the buttons of his shirt, her lips kissing his chest as it began to reveal itself. She slid her back down the wall as her mouth moved down his stomach, his pants sliding down his legs with her hands. He was larger than she pictured. She ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his extremely hard cock. The taste of his skin making her moan softly as her lips wrapped around him and she teased his cock. She slowly took him into her mouth, her hands clutching his ass as she pressed him into her. He was so large she could not even take all of him into her mouth. She ran her tongue down the shaft of his cock and teased at his balls before sucking them softly. He could barely contain himself. He had to taste her sweetness. He grabbed her hair gently and pulled her back up to his mouth, his tongue feverishly fondling hers. He picked her up and walked over to the bed, laying her down as his eyes made love to her body. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she waited to see what he would do to her. She gasped as she suddenly felt the firm tip of his tongue dancing softly on her clit. Then his mouth was covering her sweet pussy, lightly sucking at her lips as she moaned loudly. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to fuck her with his tongue, her hips thrusting up against his mouth. Her juices began to drip onto his tongue as he licked every drop. He brought himself up and hovered over her naked body, his eyes looking into her soul. She reached up wrapping her arms around his head and tasting herself on his tongue as she kissed him. She could feel his cock rubbing against her wetness as they kissed and her body was begging to feel him buried inside her. As if he could hear her body screaming out, he took her with one hard swift thrust, completely filling her and letting himself rest there before he moved. She pressed her hips against his, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. He began thrusting in and out of her ever so softly at first, both of them completely lost in the moment. She could feel his cock deep inside her with every nerve in her body. The orgasm was building, her clit swollen, her nipples erect and wanting attention. She tugged at both her nipples as she met his thrusts. Looking up at him she met his gaze, unable to look away. He began to fuck her like she had never been fucked before, their eyes still completely fixed on each other. She bit her lip trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that was teetering on the edge. She clenched her pussy tightly around him as he pounded against her. His eyes seemed to be reaching into hers and grabbing onto her heart and soul. She screamed out as the orgasm rushed through her body, her sweet juices running down the shaft of his cock and across his balls. He moaned as he exploded inside her, her tight pussy milking every drop of cum from his body. He leaned down and kissed her softly as their bodies began to relax. Rolling to his side, he wrapped his arms firmly around her and pulled her close to his chest. "Hi Annabelle, It's so nice to finally meet you!" he said with a smile.

Matt Danger & the Bound Angel Ch. 01

I’d be the first to tell you that this private eye business isn’t half of what it’s cracked up to be, Half? Not even a tenth. Most of my time I’m mashing ass in my broom-closet office over Wing Yee’s Oriental Garden on Wentworth, waiting for the phone to ring and wondering whether Yee will let me put another order of pork fried rice on the cuff again and listening anxiously for my landlord’s tread on the stairs. And when I’m working I’m either sitting in my sagging Le Mans in the parking lot of a by-the-hour motel or waiting for some North-shore babe’s new squeeze to pick her up from her jazzercise club so I can snap a pic for her old man. Sometimes I moonlight nabbing lifters at one of the fancy department stores out in the malls, but that’s about it work wise. Not that I’m complaining. The money isn’t much—isn’t squat, really—but there are certain perks available to a private eye who keeps his eye open. Like, who’s watching the watcher in those big department stores for example? I myself don’t take advantage of the five-finger discount—not my style—but once in a while I’ll pinch a girl who’s willing to do anything, just anything, to beat a shoplifting rap, and what can I say? It’s all negotiable, isn’t it? But every so often I get a real case, one of those that involves scams or who-dunits. But to tell you the truth, I’m no Columbo, and if the case gets the least bit complicated, I’m usually the first one to get confused. I just know enough not to show it. I try to give the client some value for his money, but I just can’t compete with the real cops with all they can bring in on a case. I’ll usually stagger around for a while and turn over some rocks, get my money, and kiss it all off. But sometimes I actually get something accomplished. On rare occasions everyone’s happy: the client gets what he wants, I get what I want, and the bad guys get to pay for it all. That’s what happened during this case. It was a beautiful autumn day in Chicago, warm, the air as clear as rubbing alcohol, the leaves on the trees looking hand-painted, and the light had that lovely and melancholy end-of-summer slant that makes people hurry home after work to cuddle up with the old significant other. It was early in the morning for me, about 11 AM and almost time for me to break my fast with a bowl of chili and a brew down at George and Bill’s Amiable Club, when the telephone rang. I had to stare at it for a minute. I wasn’t sure I still remembered how the thing worked. “Matt Danger and Associates,” I said. “Confidential Investigations.” The only associates I have spend their time buzzing against the window glass or squeaking behind the baseboard, but it sounds good. “Mr. Danger?” a voice asked. It was male, and old. He sounded strained. “Speaking.” “Mr. Danger, please.” “Speaking.” I said a little louder. “This is Mr. Danger.” “Yes. Mr. Danger, you do confidential investigations?” “That’s right.” “You are discreet? Reliable?” “My middle names.” “I beg your pardon?” “Yes.” I said. The geezer apparently wasn’t too swift. “I’m very discreet and totally reliable.” “Good, good.” he said. “I believe I may have need of your services.” Well that sounded pretty definite. “Oh?” I had a yellow pad on my desk which I used for scribbling and catching stray egg foo young sauce. I turned to a clean sheet and rummaged in my drawer for something that would write. Handcuffs, rope, nipple clamps, lipstick… At last, an old ball point from the insurance agent who hung himself across the hall. “I’m listening.” I said “It’s my step daughter, Mr. Danger,” he said. “She seems to have been kidnapped again.” “Again?” I asked. “Yes.” he said. “It’s always the same old story, and I tell you, I’m starting to get suspicious. I can’t put my finger on it, but it seems that every time I turn around now she’d been kidnapped again.” The guy sounded drunk. Not happy drunk, but old-time, long-term, used-to-it drunk. And here it was only eleven AM. “I see.” I said. “Can I get your name, sir?” “Last time it was five thousand dollars. The time before it was ten thousand dollars. Before that…why, I’ve forgotten. Now it’s ten thousand again. Now, you tell me, is that right?” “No sir. It sure doesn’t sound right to me.” “No. I’d say it doesn’t. That’s why I’m suspicious. It just doesn’t seem right.” He was a sharp one. “Now what was the name again?” I asked. “Name?” he asked with some surprise. “What, hers?” “Anyone’s!” I snapped. “No sir, yours first, if you would.” “Do you really need to know my name? I mean, I was hoping to keep my name out of it.” “I’m very discrete, sir. Now why don’t you give me your name so I can keep it out of the papers.” “Oh. So that’s how it works?” he said. “Yes, all right. I’m Mr. Tremaine. Buddy Tremaine.” he said, as if I should recognize it. I wrote it down. Didn’t mean anything to me. “Okay, Mr. Tremaine, why don’t you start from the top? You said something about a kidnapping?” He seemed to have the phone away from his ear. I could hear the rustle of fabric over the receiver, like he was holding it over his chest. Muffled voices, angry. His and a woman’s. “Well I’m sick of it!” he said loudly to someone else, then there was another rustling, and he was back on the line. “Yes, kidnapping,” he said to me. “My stepdaughter. She’s just back from college and she was kidnapped again. It seems like every time she comes home from college she’s kidnapped, Mr. Danger. It’s just not right. I’m getting very suspicious.” “I don’t blame you sir.” I said. “It sounds very suspicious to me too.” “There,” he said. His voice was muffled again. He was holding his hand over the phone and talking to someone else on his end. “He says it sounds suspicious too. I told you!” Then to me he said. “But no police! I won’t have the police involved. All the scandal, the press, you must be very discrete.” “Of course, Mr. Tremaine.” “I’ll pay you. Money’s no problem. You’re not too expensive, are you?” “No, I wouldn’t worry about that. I go by sliding scale.” I said, already knowing I had slid into a big one. “Now what’s your address, Mr. Tremaine?” “My address? Well…I don’t know! It’s the Tremaine place, here in Lake Forest. I don’t know the address. I don’t know if I *have* an address. Everyone knows me. Buddy Tremaine. In Lake Forest.” “Right.” I said, and wrote a big question mark down on my pad. “And you’re discrete?” he asked again. ”Yes Mr. Tremaine, very discrete.” “Good.” he said. “Now, let me ask you this, Mr. Danger. Are you a republican?” “Well, I don’t mix in politics, Mr. Tremaine.” “No, huh? Well, I suppose that’s just as well. Are you a tough guy?” “I can handle myself.” I said. “Pretty handy with your dukes? You can dish it out in case the fat woman sings?” My *dukes? Fat woman sings?* “Sure.” I said. “There might be some nasty business. You might have to deal with some unsavory characters, Mr. Danger. I can’t have you go mollymawking to the police if the fists start flying. I have reason to believe that these are desperate characters.“ “I’ll be fine.” I assured him. “I won’t hire a namby-pamby, Mr. Danger. You’re not a namby-pamby?” “No sir,” I said. “I don’t think I am.” “Well, all right.” There followed another burst of excited argument between Tremaine and this woman on the other side. I didn’t have to strain my ears to hear what was going on. She didn’t want him calling me, he was insisting. I figured she must be his nurse or something. She sounded a lot younger than him. In the end the woman got on the line, and she was a lot younger than him, but she wasn’t his nurse. She was his wife. A lot younger and a lot juicier. And even though I’d just heard her shrewing to him, she was all honey and butter when she got on the line, a real professional telephone voice. I got his address from her, but she didn’t seem too happy about giving it to me. I told them I’d be right out. With the traffic it would take about an hour. She wasn’t happy about that either. Lake Forest is a very high-end burb outside of town, the kind of place that’s too classy to even bother with street signs. They figure that if you didn’t already know where you were, then you probably didn’t belong there in the first place. But sure enough the first Gas’n’Blow I asked at knew the Tremaine place, so it didn’t take me that long to find it. Not as long as it took me to drive all the way from the front gate to the house itself. But first I had to deal with a couple of rent-a-cops at the front gate. Female rent-a-cops. Extremely female. I love a woman in uniform, but these two were all business, despite being obviously constructed for pleasure. They called the house and waved me through, peering at me hard-ass through their mirrored tints, and I made a mental note to remember to do something nice and illegal on the grounds before I was done here. A loaf of bread, a pair of cuffs and thou… As I drove to the main house I realized why the old man hadn’t known his own address. The place was so big it probably didn’t have one; just a zip code. I passed a landscaper pulling weeds from a pond and then double-taked when I saw that it was an Oriental girl in a bikini with a little robe around her. She looked up at me and smiled, looking so sweet with a little spot of mud on her nose. Her boobs looked like they were so happy to see me they were trying to push each other out of the way to get out. I pulled up to the house and Tremaine himself met me out on the drive. He looked like that guy you see on the monopoly board, only in a sort shirt, no tails, and the only reason he wasn’t staggering was because he was apparently already too stiff to move. There was a rolling cart next to him loaded with booze, attended by a sultry number wearing one of those Frederick’s of Hollywood style French maid outfits: short skit, stockings, heels, little white cap, the works. I might have laughed if I could have closed my mouth, but she was not the kind you closed your mouth for. A looker. I figured her job was to follow Tremaine around to break his fall, and make sure that everyone who came to see him left with a hard-on. The first thing Tremaine said to me was, “Mr. Danger?” and the second thing he said was, “Drink?” Buddy was loaded--both ways—but he wasn’t a bad sort. I’d done enough homework at the office to already know that his family’d been rolling in it for generations. Old railroad money. Very old money. The kind of money that makes its owners forget that once upon a time they too had to flush their own toilets. But he didn’t seem a bad guy for all that. He was the kind of cake-eater who took wealth so much for granted that he just assumed everyone must be in the same boat, so he didn’t put on any airs. We got along fine. He led me into the house, where I caught a glimpse of some more servants, all women, all gorgeous. I was starting to wonder about this, because the guy didn’t look like a gash hound. Booze and babes don’t mix, as they say, the sauce having a negative effect on the old hydraulics, and he seemed to take all this feminine flesh for granted. We went into a big library and he started pouring and talking, so I started drinking and listening. What he told me was pretty unbelievable. He was a widower, had remarried about five years ago, a lady much his junior named Felicia. It was Felicia’s daughter Beth who’d been supposedly kidnapped. She’d come home for a long weekend from her Fancy pants College, and suddenly vanished. That had been almost a week ago. He’d gotten a phone call demanding ten G’s in ransom even before the girl was missed. He’d sat on it for a while, then called me. Got my number from Billy Jean Nees, the head of the outfit her got his all-girl security squad from. Billy Jean was an old bed pal who’d turned dyke sometime after Id known her. In fact, I think I might have been the one who drove her to women. So much for my technique. Okay, fair enough. It happens. But what made me almost do a classic Shemp Howard spit-take and spray his bourbon all over his fine Persian carpet was when he told me that this wasn’t the first time she’d been snatched. Not even the second. In fact, he’d lost count of how many times young Beth had fallen prey to an apparent army of co-ed snatchers. And each time he’d shelled out a chunk of change to get her back. “And don’t you think that’s a little strange, Mr. Tremaine? Your stepdaughter being kidnapped time after time?” I asked him. He was really into his slosh now, and he gestured with drunken extravagance and said. “Damned right I do! I smell a fucking rat!” He had splashed his booze onto the floor in his exuberance and so he refilled his glass from the cart. It was like a kidney machine, the way it followed him around. “That’s why I want you to find these god damned kidnappers and settle their hash once and for fucking all!” “Right.” I said dubiously. “Here. Lemme freshen that sucker up for you, huh, Matt?” “Mr. Tremaine…” “*Buddy*.” he said, pouring bourbon on my hand. “*Buddy*.” I said. “Has your stepdaughter ever told you anything about these kidnappers? Given you a description, or told you where they took her, or anything like that.” He puffed out his rosy cheeks in confusion. “Who, Beth? Beth my little Angel? I never asked her. I wouldn’t want to put her through those nightmares again! She’s my little Angel! I tell you, Matt, she’s the fucking apple of my goddamned eye, Beth is! She’s an angel from above, that girl. Here; have a look!” He reached over and handed me a framed photo from the table. It was a full body shot of a very attractive preppy young woman in tee-shirt and shorts standing casually by a lake, holding a canoe paddle. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders in a mass of wild curls, while below it her body waved this way and that with such an extravagance of curves and bulges that I had to tilt the picture to make sure that it wasn’t some sort of three-D image. A line of shadow across the chest of her straining tee-shirt linked one nipple to the next with a dark little connect-the-dots line, and I had to resist the urge to run my thumb over the picture, just to make sure you couldn’t feel those sassy little nibs in high relief. She had the look of one who is absurdly gorgeous, young, and wealthy, and is fully aware of it, and she glowed with such raw animal health that, sitting there inhaling bourbon fumes, it made me slightly nauseous. “Very attractive.” I said, turning the picture over to see if there was some trick to how they made her tits look so real. “Ah, and here’s the Mother of my joy! Matt, let my introduce my wife, Mrs. Tremaine. Felicia.” Two heart-stoppers so close together was almost more than I could take, but I am proud to report that my eyes didn’t make that boomerang sound you hear in cartoons. At least, not so as you’d notice. Mrs. Tremaine didn’t look much like her daughter except that she too was prime boner material. She was older of course, and slim as only the very rich are slim: toned and shaped. Still she didn’t look anything like the mother of a twenty year-old. She was brunette and straight to Beth’s curly and golden blond, and where her daughter emanated raw animal vitality, her mother had the air of an experienced jungle cat who was used to being queen bitch of the forest. She was less elaborately fleshed, but all the curves were there, and set off by the expensive clothes she so easily wore, clothes really intended for a younger woman: a tight skirt that told you all you might want to know about her legs, and a red jacket over what looked like a black bustier from which the tops of her breasts burst like pink bubbles from a glass of black champagne. She boldly extended a hand to me and immediately sized me up through her dark glasses in a way that made me think that I must smell, but possibly not all that bad, and said, “So pleased to meet you, Mr. Danger.” It was only then that I noticed the oily little character next to her, some blur in a black suit who stuck out a hand and said, “I’m Mr. Hearn. Sneed Hearn. Sneed Heard the Third. I’m Mr. Tremaine’s financial adviser.” I guess I shook his hand. I wasn’t really paying attention. “Is Buddy telling you all about our Angel?” Mrs. Tremaine asked. The sarcasm in her voice wasn’t hard to miss “We were just getting around to it.” I said. She slid over to the library table where the booze stood and made herself a drink, a walking female anatomy lesson. Even the way she dropped the ice cubes in the glass sounded sexy. Buddy spun around to face her, and overshot his mark by a few degrees, but he recovered nicely, with a little shoulder dip and hip sway. “Matt here thinks I’m right. Thinks there’s something fishy in Norway.” Buddy said to her. “Denmark.” she corrected him. “The expression is ‘something fishy in the kingdom of Denmark.’ From Hamlet, Buddy.” “Norway, Denmark, who the hell cares.” Buddy said. “As long as he gets our Angel back and knocks the slobbering bejesus out of those kidnappers. That’s all I want. So you’ll take the case?” he asked me. Mrs. Tremaine was giving me a knowing look over the rim of her glass as she drank her bourbon, but I couldn’t quite read what was in her eyes. Besides, I was distracted by watching those delicious red lips close on that cool glass. “Well, now, I haven’t said that I would…” I began. “Name your price” Buddy said. “I don’t care. Sneed, write Mr. Danger a check. Whatever he asks.” The oily little man smiled an oily little smile and looked at Mrs. Tremaine for advice, but she wasn’t interfering. “Of course. As you wish,” he said, and he left the room. He was one of those people who brightens a room by leaving it, and it would have been quite pleasant if Mrs. Tremaine hadn’t been giving off those high-energy sex rays. “Well,” I said to break the tension, “Why don’t you tell me just what happened this last time when she disappeared. Let’s start there.” “Of course, of course.” Buddy said. “Let’s see. Angel drove home from school Friday night. I remember, because I’d been working on my Bearcat…” Seeing my confusion he said, “I collect and restore automobiles. I have quite a collection, if I do say so my self. This was a 1923 Stutz Bearcat Emperor six-cylinder inline roadster. Anyhow, she came to see me in the garage, to say hello and we talked the briefly, then came into the house and had drinks before dinner. Then after dinner she drove off to see some friends, and the next thing I knew she was on the phone telling me she’d been kidnapped and that the people wanted ten thousand dollars by this Sunday or they’d kill her.” This was Thursday, almost a week ago. It certainly was a leisurely little gang of kidnappers. I couldn’t help notice Mrs. Tremaine roll her eyes in an oh-God-here-we-go-again kind of way. “And you haven’t heard from her since?” I asked. “Oh no.” he said, “She calls almost every night begging me to raise the money. It’s more than I can bear, hearing the anguish in my angel’s voice.” At this point Mr. Hearn came in carrying a check. He handed it to Buddy along with a pen, and Buddy signed it without so much as looking at it. Kind of strange, since I didn’t recall having discussed a fee. I was still piling on the zeros in my head. Mr. Hearn folded the check, gave it to me, and, with a little bow, left the room. I glanced at the check as I slipped it in my pocket and saw that it was blank. I calmly folded it and put it away. I didn’t scream “whoopee”, which was a good thing, because Felicia was looking at me with new respect. Money does that for a man. I took a sip of my drink to make sure my throat still worked, and said, “And have you done anything about paying the ransom?” “I haven’t paid it, if that’s what you mean.” he said. “Have you arranged for the money, or discussed making the drop, or anything like that?” I asked him. “No, I…” he shook his head, got up and sloshed more whiskey into his glass. Mrs. Tremaine watched him with indifference. She seemed to be taking this kidnapping remarkably well. “I’ll tell you, Matt,” he said, pouring another healthy dollop into my glass as well, “I smell a rat. I just smell a rat somewhere.” Yeah, and he’d be seeing them soon too, I thought, courtesy of the delirium tremens. Mrs. Tremaine drained her glass and set it down. She was standing beyond Tremaine from where I was sitting, and she raised her hand to see that her tightly coiffed hair was still in place in its elaborate French bun or croissant or whatever it was. A perfectly feminine gesture. “Mr. Danger,” she said, “I’d like to talk to you before you go. Will you see to it?” I nodded and watched her as she left the room, my ears savoring the soft swish of nylon on nylon. Buddy ignored her, his eyes growing misty as he thought about his angel or how a rat smelled or some damned thing. “All the other times you’ve paid ransoms for Beth before,” I asked, “How was the drop made?” “The drop?” he asked. He sank into his chair and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just have Sneed take them a check.” “A check?” I asked incredulously. “You pay the kidnappers with a check?” “Yes.” he said. “Sneed makes it out to Cash, I sign it, and he pays them. Meets them or something, I don’t know. I’m usually too upset.” “You mean Mr. Hearn? Your financial advisor?” “Yes. He handles all my affairs. I’m much too busy. All that money business is just so time-consuming.” “Yes.” I said. “It certainly is.” I stood up. “Tell me, Buddy.” I said, “What kind of car does Beth drive?” “Well, she had a Mazzeratti here at home, but at school she drives a 1984 Porsche Taiga, Rally yellow with a black and chrome T top. That’s what she drove home in.” “And that car’s missing?” “Yes, of course. That’s what she was driving when she was kidnapped.” “And does Beth have any boyfriends here at home?” His eyes grew misty again and I was afraid he’d start blubbering. “Of course.” he said. “She’s a very popular girl.” I’ll bet. “But anyone special she’s been seeing lately?” “Well, that there’s that young Bodine of the pet food Bodines. He drives a flame red Corvette with the Rally package. Don’t know the year” he made a face and shook his head. “Newish car. New money.” he explained. “He’s away at college now. Stanford or some other of those party schools.” “Thanks.” I said. “I’d better get going. I’ll be in touch.” I could see the tears gathering in his eyes, and knew he was on the point of breaking through the blubber barrier and turning on the faucets. I wanted to get clear of there before he threw his arms around me and started bawling about how no one understood him. I stood up, and he made a fair attempt at getting up, lost his balance and side stepped a few feet, pretty light on his feet. “Fuck!” he said. “I’m shit-faced again. It’s my nerves.” “Of course it is, Buddy.” I said. “And the rat fumes.” Attentive readers will by now have noticed what I had already stumbled over during our little palaver: that Dwayne Wayne “Buddy” Tremaine was as loopy as a can of spaghetti-o’s, and that this kidnapping was as real as Michael Jackson’s ninth nose. A hot-looking daughter who’d been kidnapped more times than he could remember, ransoms paid with personal checks, a young wife just as hot as her daughter and probably not getting any from the old man, a slimy financial advisor named Sneed Hearn (the Third), giving two-bit shamuses blank checks, the place just oozing with long-legged gold-digging women… It was all too good to be true. All I needed was a body and a butler and I’d be in gumshoe heaven. Now some of you might think that I should have pulled Tremaine’s coat to the fact that he was being plucked like a gosling in a feather factory. But a wiser man than me once said, “Never give a sucker an even break, and never wise up a chump.” There was a whole bunch of diners lined up at the Tremaine buffet, and I figured I was just another face in the crowd, standing in line and holding my plate out. Besides, how do you go about telling a guy like that that he’s being milked like Elsie the Cow by anyone who can reach far enough to get a hand on the tit? Who am I to close down the party and start handing out the checks? Okay, okay. So I’m a fucking immoral rat. I got another one for you: the sun rises in the east. Why don’t we just get that out of the way now so I can proceed to the good part? The good part was Mrs. Tremaine, who was waiting for me by the front door, at the foot of a flight of stairs like Fred and Ginger used to dance down in those old movies. She had her dark glasses off and they hung provocatively between her breasts, and her eyes were the clearest and deepest gray I have ever seen, with long black lashes she used like whips. I didn’t see a web near her, but she had that look in her eyes. “I’d like to talk to you, Mr. Danger.” “Matt,” I said. “Whatever.” she shrugged. “In private.” She turned and started up the stairs, and I followed. I would have followed those hips anywhere in that tight skirt. All sorts of wonderful things were happening under there as she climbed the stairs. She led me down what was either a hallway or an indoor soccer field, and steered me into the airplane hangar where she kept her bed. She closed the door and leaned back against it, showing me that deep, deep cleavage. I heard the lock click. I was a prisoner in her bedroom. (Oh help! please! somebody help!) “I suppose you think I’ve got it all, don’t you Mr. Danger?” she asked me. I shrugged. “Damned near most of it.” I said She arched her eyebrow at me but she didn’t laugh. “My husband’s a good man in many ways. But he does tend to dote on my daughter, and he does let his imagination get the better of him.” I said nothing and she walked past me, slowly enough so that I could get a good whiff of her. She smelled like two people fucking in a rose garden. “He drinks too much,” she said. “He’s not a very happy man, and Beth is everything to him. Beth is a very high-spirited girl, and she loves to tease him. Sometimes I’m afraid she overdoes it. She doesn’t know how seriously he takes it.” “Are you saying that this kidnapping is a prank, Mrs. Tremaine?” I asked her. “Oh,” she said, her back to me, “I wouldn’t know. But I wonder if it’s worth making a federal case over.” “Beth did call, didn’t she?” I asked. “And she did tell him that if he didn’t fork over ten grand she’d be snuffed. That’s some prank. About as funny as extortion.” She was standing with her back to me, her hands on the back of the chair by her dressing table. I could see her face in the dressing table mirror. She didn’t look happy. “And it sounds like Buddy’s shelled out plenty for some previous pranks” I went on. “Of course, at the end of a prank, the prankster admits it and gives him his money back so you can all have a big laugh about it, right? So he must know all about these fun and games, right Mrs. Tremaine?” She turned around. “How much is he paying you?” she asked me. “Enough.” I said. “Probably more than he pays you.” Her eyes flashed for just a second, then she gave a bitter laugh. “It wouldn’t take much,” she said. “You look at all this and you think we’re set, rolling in it, right? Not quite, Mr. Danger. Old Buddy’s plenty tight with the spending money, plenty tight. That seems to be the one area of finance he pays any attention to, and he counts every goddamned cent!” “You know what I have in my wallet right now? How much money I have?” she asked me. “Fifty-three dollars and fifty six cents. I can’t even put gas in that pile of crap he gives me to drive. He can drop three thousand dollars on a fucking headlight for one of his geezermobiles and I’ve got fifty-three dollars and fifty-six cents.” I sat down on a chair. This was getting ridiculous, her handing me the motive on top of everything else. I wondered whether maybe it was time I read her her Stupidity Rights: You have the right not to tell me every last detail of your crime, you have the right to pretend you’re not guilty… For a woman’s bedroom, this place was pretty stark. No frou-frous, no pink curtains or piles of fabric all over. The furniture was expensive, but plain and kind of stark. Modern is the word, I guess. Except for the big antique canopy bed, which I took to be Barnum and Bailey surplus, judging from the size of it. “Well,” I said, “With fifty-three bucks at your disposal it looks like you won’t be paying me off then, huh?” She stared at me for a moment, then gave me a wry and knowing smile. “No,” she said, “I guess I won’t. Not with fifty-three dollars.” I felt that delicious tingle of anticipation in my stomach as I said, “Unless you offer me something besides money.” She looked at me appraisingly. “You probably couldn’t handle it, Mr. Danger. Besides I don’t do men. Not anymore, now that I don’t have to.” It took me a minute to tumble to it. I mean, she didn’t look like a lesbian. As if anyone does. “So that explains all the women around the place?” I asked. “I’d just be careful if I were you, Mr. Danger,” she said, enjoying my discomfiture. “Nothing around here is what you might think. Myself included.” I guess she liked the way my face fell, for she looked at it for awhile before she seemed to suddenly change her mind, turned around and went back to her dressing table and opened a drawer. She took something out, and I saw that it was a riding crop. “Do you *ride* Mr. Danger?” she asked, stressing the word. “Do you like the feeling of a big strong animal between your legs, yours to command? Galloping, galloping, all that power, all that freedom? Do you like that feel of command when a spirited mare does just what you want when you flick your whip?” “Yeah.” I said. “It’s swell.” “It’s even nice when she balks and you have to teach her to obey, isn’t it? Because if she’s a thoroughbred, she’s going to have her own mind, and you’re going to have to use the whip on her, for her own good, aren’t you?” “Yeah.” “Can you do that, Mr. Danger? Are you man enough to use the whip on a spirited filly? Because I think most men are afraid. Most men only know how to beat a horse. They don’t know how to get the very best out of her, how to ride her right. How to jump her, how to bring out her spirit.” She walked over to me, very slowly, letting me get a good look. That’s why I don’t do men any more, Mr. Danger. No finesse. No subtlety.” She stood in front of me and ran the whip across her mouth, then dragged it down her body, between her breasts, and over her belly. She gave herself a sharp little slap on the thigh, watching my face to see my reaction. Then she put the crop in my hand, turned away from me and bent slightly, sticking her ass out. “Or am I wrong, Mr. Danger? *Matt*.” she said, “Are you the one man who knows how to train a pony?” Sometime long ago when I’d come into her room I seem to remember being drunk, but I wasn’t drunk now. In fact, I saw everything in perfect detail, from the saucy globes of her ass straining the tight fabric of her skirt to her little tongue running over her blood-red lips as she stared back at me over her shoulder, just a hint of mockery in those clear gray eyes. I was dizzy, no doubt because every last corpuscle in my body was now pushing and shoving to get into my dick like it was a Tokyo subway train at rush hour. I knew that she was bribing me, trying to buy me off. But really, what the fuck did I care? I ran the head of the crop over the tight fabric of her skirt while she stared back at me over her shoulder. I flicked the whip at the roundest part of her ass, just a quick sharp sting, and she closed her eyes and hissed in pleasure. “Mmm…” she hummed. “So you do want to play?” I gave her another stinger, and she cooed, wiggling her ass back at me. Two more pops made her bite her lower lip and close her eyes. Apparently I was doing it right. She put her hands on her knees and stuck her backside out at me. I let her have a couple more and heard her take a long shuddery breath of air. “Oh, I’ve been such a bad horsie!” she said “Such a wicked little pony! And my master never rides me, he doesn’t ride his little pony at all!” My heart was hammering now, and my throat was dry. I walked the half-block over to her bed and took off my jacket and loosened my tie. I was getting warm. “Come here, pony.” I said. She stood up and pulled down her skirt, a pouty look on her face. Then she dropped her jacket from her shoulders, and came slinking towards the bed. She was all tits and lips, legs and hips as she rolled towards me. Her eyes were like dry ice; so cold they burned. I resisted the urge to grab her right then and there, and instead made her turn around and put her hands on the bed, keeping her legs straight. I got behind her and squatted down and worked her skirt up over her hips, leaving it bunched at her waist. She wore sheer black panties, as tight as a shadow against her creamy white flesh, though which I could see the angry red marks the whip had left and the dark, inviting cleft between her cheeks. The bitch was already oozing. I could smell her. I ran my hands over her hot, tight buttocks, and from where I was squatting I could see right along her crease to her trimmed puff of pubic hair in front. I couldn’t understand how she could possibly have a twenty year-old daughter. I stood up and whipped her again with the crop, and again she squealed and wiggled her ass at me. At some point she asked me if she could please touch herself, and I told her to go ahead, so I got to see her masturbating as I whipped her perfect ass. I didn’t let her come though. When she was obviously close I stopped and told her to stand up. She did so, though her whole body was trembling, her red lips swollen, her eyes half closed. She was panting. “You’re good.” she said. “You know how to do it. You know just how to do it. Now do you know how to do these?” And she pulled down the bustier, letting her breasts spring free, the nipples hard and peaked. She stood there before me holding the top of the bustier down, pushing those beautiful jugs at me, and I saw her trembling, waiting for the whip. I’ll tell you, I love tits. I don’t think there’s anything on God’s green earth as adorable and lovely as the female breast. They’re soft and cuddly and warm and nothing feels better in your hand or your mouth than a nice, sweet, friendly boob. They feed us when we’re young and thrill us when we’re old and there are few things I hold in higher regard. So when she invited me to use the riding crop on these objects of such benign beauty, I just couldn’t. Even though she began to man-handle them herself, digging her nails into her own flesh and squeezing her nipples between her long, manicured fingers, I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt them. Just couldn’t. The hell I couldn’t. I flicked out the whip and gave a little rap to the top of one big jug, then before it stopped oscillating I hit the other one. The crop landed on her flesh with a satisfying little slap and Felicia grunted, then thrust them out farther. “Stand up straight and put your hands behind your neck,” I said. “Let’s get these babies up where I can see them.” For a woman so used to giving orders, she obeyed without any trouble. I figured then that she must be switch. It happens a lot with these big money folks: they’re so used to being deferred to and obeyed that when someone else comes along and takes charge, they go all soft and gooshy inside. It’s a novelty to them. I don’t know if she was all soft and gooshy inside herself yet, but she was sure getting off on letting the boy from the streets have his way with those high-priced tits. Felicia bit her lower lip and closed her eyes but kept her big boobs offered out to me like fruit on a platter. I slapped them on the top, then I started slapping them on the bottom and watched them jiggle just like water balloons as Felicia choked back her groans and gasps of excitement. “Harder baby,” she moaned, “Treat them mean. Show me what a hard ass you are, baby…” “Hold ‘em up for me, bitch,” I said. “Push ‘em out where I can see ‘em. Show me what a nasty slut you are. Show me how much you like getting your tits whipped, you hot slut.” She liked that talk. And she liked holding her big knockers in her hands to be slapped by that nasty crop. Her finger nails were like an inch and a half long and high- gloss blood red, and between the nasty little strokes of the crop she scraped her thumb nails over her engorged areolas as she fondled herself and held them up, proud of them, proud of how hot they got me. And they got me hot. I don’t know what it is with these good looking women with this beat-me-for-my-beauty thing, but it always gets to me, and I fall right into the game. I used the whip like I was holding my prick in my hand and slapping her with it, and she was definitely getting her masochistic rocks off on being punished. They got me so hot that once they were good and red I grabbed her and pulled her against me and sucked one of those big nipples into my mouth, my hand closing on the soft luxury of her tit. My other hand went around her ass, pulled up her tight skirt and as I held her against me I worked my middle finger down into the hot crease between her legs, making her hiss with pleasure. “Get your fucking clothes off!” I said as I stripped off my own. “Horsie’s going for a ride.” I got myself naked, climbed onto her big canopy bed, lay on my back, and watched her wiggle out of her skirt. “Lose the panties and leave the corset on,” I said. “Then get over here, horsie. Get on me and start riding.” Her black pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little arrowhead, just in case I needed directions, I guess. I lay there with the whip in my hand, and she got on the bed on her hands and knees with her big tits hanging outside her corset and climbed over me so that she was straddling my hips. My big cock was standing straight up, and she arranged herself so that she was right over it. Then she reached down and took me in her hand. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, “It’s been a long time since I had a real one of these. Nice and hot. Nice and hard.” She got up on her knees, bit her lip, closed her eyes, fit me to her pussy and sunk down on me. Mrs. Tremaine might be a million dollar piece of ass, but she looked just like a two-dollar whore as her pussy spread wide and she sank down on my stalk, going slow as I stretched her open. For a long moment she couldn’t move, just hunched over me on her hands moaning as junior made himself comfortable inside her and they got to know one another. It’s true that a lot of beautiful women are terrible fucks. Mrs. Tremaine was the exception. Maybe it was the fact that she was getting to play her horsie game or maybe she liked the whip, or maybe she’d just gone too long without, but she rode me like a pro, with her hips grinding, the long muscles in her legs flexing, her big tits wobbling on her chest as she worked herself off on me. I helped her out with an occasional whack to the ass or a spank on her tits, which made her go wild, but mostly it was that she was just a woman who loved to fuck, and her enthusiasm was contagious. And what made it so damned exciting is that all the time she was riding me and shuddering with little guilty spasms of pleasure, I knew that she hated my guts. She hated my guts but loved that big piece of meat that was shoved up inside her between her thighs, and I really got off on watching her as she tried to maintain her composure, tried to deny the hot and sleazy things she felt, her slutty pleasure in being made to ride my cheap, two-bit cock. Cheap, but more than this bitch could handle. She was getting off on being degraded, about being forced to act like whore, dragged down in the slut gutter where she knew the real action was. “Oh fuck!” she spat. She was losing it. That cold lezzy bitch was losing it on me, losing it on my big prick, rocking her hips on me like some cheap pole dancer, and her shame and embarrassment was showing. She was fighting me, trying to make me come before she lost it altogether, trying to show me she was woman enough to suck the come out of my stalk before she went over the edge herself. It was a matter of professional pride, and it was the only pride she had left. If I hadn’t been just lying there watching the show, no doubt I would have shot a lot sooner than I did, but as it was with her doing all the work like that, I could just last and last. She had plenty of time to get everything she wanted, and she wanted plenty. One little orgasm after another ripped through and made her suck in her belly and gasp like a she was being whipped, and all that time I just lay there like a king, shoved deep into the hot clench of her tight, expensive cunt, watching the show. Finally she was reduced to just leaning back in the saddle of my loins, moving her hips like a belly dancer and wincing with pleasure as with each forward lunge she rubbed her swollen clit against my stalk. She’d given up on trying to get me off, and now she was just fucking me for her own pleasure, using my prick to get herself off. I saw her eyes go flat blank and her mouth open, and knew she was in that state where she was shutting down everything on the outside because she was totally focused on the wonderful things that were happening inside. This was the big one, and she must have felt it coming a long way off as it came rumbling up like an earthquake from where my cock was sunk in her fault line. She squealed, she screamed. Her body began to shake, her hips twitched wildly as she went into sexual overdrive while her pussy did things to me that she never could have done if she were still in control. She just had time had time to shoot me one look of shocked incomprehension at what was about to happen to her and then she was gone, tumbling over Orgasm falls without a barrel, head back, howling, her body roaring and shaking in one titanic come. I had time to enjoy all this but I was just about gone myself. The sight of this rich, imperious bitch reduced to trembling helplessness by my cock was more than I could stand, and I felt that sudden wad of naked pleasure start to gather in my backbone. I was close. I flipped her off me while she was still twitching and gasping out her come like a fish out of water, got up on my knees and laid my cock right over her face. I took my big pole in my hand and jerked it a couple times, and the sight of that big evil swollen prick over the beauty of her face set me off. Everything went black as dark, electric joy ran down my spine and I started pumping that hot cream all over her face, big thick wads of come jetting out over her red lips, her eyes, her black hair. I held her head in one hand with my fingers in her hair and I yanked my crank, pumping the sauce onto her perfect makeup while she whimpered and groaned, still shuddering in orgasm even as she tried to wipe it up with her tongue. In the end that’s what she was, just a cock-loving cunt, and I stared down at her as I poured it out onto her, knowing her now, seeing my white semen on her shiny red lips. She swallowed and opened her mouth for more, swallowed and opened, till my come was stretched in sticky strands between her lips. I squeezed out one last dribble, wiped my cock against her smooth cheek, and let her go. Yeah, it was good. It was great. It was so fucking great that she was still shaking and scraping the come off her face with her perfect fingers and feeding it into her mouth as I got out of her bed and found my clothes. She was too ashamed to say anything as I got dressed. We both knew she’d lost it, and lost it big time. Her real woman was showing and I could tell she didn't know how to recover. I was almost out the door when she said. “Matt?” “Yeah, sugar?” “You’ll back off now? You’ll drop the case? We have a deal then?” I stopped halfway into the hall and looked back at her. She was one of those fortunate women who look every bit as good without clothes as they do with them, and in the misty cloud of her afterglow she looked even more ripe and fuckable than before. She was a hard one to walk out on. “Oh?” I asked, “And what deal is that?” And I walked out the door.

Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 07

"Do we have to do this now, genius?" Tim asked, bitching as he made his way down the dark staircase. "Yeah, we do," J.T. answered from a few steps behind him. Tim reached the foot of the stairs and felt around in the dark for a light switch. He found one, and the basement of J.T.'s parents' house flickered to life. Sure, the Lancasters owned a mansion - three, actually, but this was their home base, the one they spent the most time in. But if all you saw was the basement, you'd never guess their son was the heir to an aviation fortune. "Wow," Julia said, following Tim off the steps. "Apparently the rich aren't exempt from unfinished basements, either." "I'm not even sure my mom knows we have a basement," J.T. said, joining them in the mostly plywood room. "And if she does, she's certainly never, ever been down here," Sheila added, the last to come down the stairs. "Seriously, man," Tim said, picking up his earlier theme. "We can't do this another day?" "My dad is bringing someone in to have the basement finished early next week," J.T. said. "Why?" Julia asked. "The hotel upstairs isn't enough room for them?" Tim and Sheila snickered. J.T. ignored it. "So, I promised my dad I'd have everything out of here by the end of the weekend," J.T. continued. "It's Saturday afternoon now. If not today, that just leaves tomorrow. You think any of us will feel like doing this tomorrow?" "No," Tim agreed. "For the same reason I don't want to do it now. Now, I have a big 'ol party to get ready for. Tomorrow, I'll have a big 'ol party to recover from, and at noon, I have a plane to catch. You can't tell me you didn't know this was coming for a while, man." "No, I told my parents back in October I would have this stuff out of here by the weekend after Christmas," J.T. said. "And Christmas was yesterday," Tim replied. "I get that. What I don't get is how Christmas fucking snuck up on you, jackass." "I got busy," J.T. said. "The point is, you're my friends, and you're here to help me, and I appreciate it." "They are your friends," Sheila said, pointing to Tim and Julia. "I'm your fiancée. I'm not here to help. I'm only going to help so I can find some of your goofy shit to display prominently at my house." "Our house," J.T. corrected. "Whatever," Sheila answered. "The stack isn't that big," J.T. said, pointing at two stacks with about six boxes each. "The sooner we dive in, the sooner we can get done, and the sooner we can all get ready for this thing." "Fuck," Tim said, and pulled the first box off the stack. He reached into his pocket for the box cutters he'd brought with him. "I know I owe you for something. I just have no idea what that could be." It was December 26th, and in just a few hours, the entire North Carolina State football team, coaching staff, family of the players and coaches and whoever else would be attending a large party on the court at RBC Center. The party was to celebrate the accomplishments of the football team, which would be playing Ohio State in five days in the Orange Bowl in Miami. The team had dropped its final regular season game, but won its division by a tiebreaker and beat Virginia Tech in the ACC Championship game. Two losses were too many to play for the National Championship, but after missing the bowl season altogether the past three seasons, the Wolfpack was more than happy with an 11-2 record and an Orange Bowl berth. As the team shrink, Tim was invited to the party. Coach Taylor had personally invited J.T., who flew in either the left or right seat for most of the team's trips. That was tonight, Tim thought. For now, he had to help his scatterbrained best friend get all his crap out of his parents' house and into Sheila's townhouse. Sheila didn't know it, but in about five months they'd be doing all this again, moving all of their stuff out of the townhouse and into the new house J.T. was building as a wedding present. Regardless of how easy J.T. thought this process would be, the quartet had only plowed through half the boxes after the first hour. There were old clothes, trophies, boxes of baseball cards, model airplanes, yearbooks, certificates from the Marine Corps days, and a bunch of other stuff the average bachelor packs into boxes and stashes in the basement. About an hour in, Julia turned around from working through a box of pictures, spanning from before J.T. was born to just a couple years ago. She wiped the sweat off her brow - it was 45 degrees outside, but they were in this old, musty basement sweating like pigs - and sighed. "I need water," she said. "Anyone else thirsty?" Three voices simultaneously agreed. "It's just one floor up, but it's a ways down the hall," J.T. said. "I'll find it," she replied. "Need to use the restroom, too. I'll be back." It was quiet again for a few seconds as the remaining three worked on their boxes. Sheila, who was helping Julia with the pictures, pulled one out and held it up to the dim light. "Hey, Tim," she asked. "Who's this?" "Ask your fiancée," Tim replied. "I would, but you're both in it, and the girl is clinging to you." Tim and J.T. both walked over to Sheila. Tim took one look at the picture and turned away. J.T. looked a little longer, a slightly wistful expression playing on his face. "I can give you three guesses, but just looking at Tim's face should knock out two." "Wow," Sheila replied. "Is this her?" "Yep," Tim answered, looking back at the picture. "That's her." The picture was taken their second summer together at Myrtle Beach, just a few months before she'd decided the grass was greener somewhere else. Tim was still working on his ratings back then, so he'd had to fly right seat as J.T. took Tim, Leira and another girl - whoever J.T. was pretending to date at the time - to the Carolina coast for a few days of much-needed R&R. J.T.'s friend wasn't in the photo - presumably because she was taking it - but the other three were. J.T. was on the far right, wearing a muscle T-shirt and doing his best Most Muscular mock pose. Leira was in the middle in a bright yellow two-piece bikini, with her hands wrapped around Tim's arm. He was standing on the far left as Leira rested her head on his left shoulder. The picture hadn't faded at all, but even a worn photograph couldn't have hidden Leira's beauty. Her natural blonde hair - streaked to dirty blonde back then - was blowing behind her in the wind. Her breasts filled out that skimpy yellow bikini top the way few women could and even in the basement three and a half years later, Tim thought she still exuded raw sexuality. "Wow," Sheila said. "She's beautiful." Both J.T. and Tim shot twin glares at her, and she quickly stammered. "I'm sorry. Doesn't mean she wasn't a bitch." She studied the picture for a moment, looking closer. "She looks very familiar to me, though," Sheila said. "Yep," Tim answered. "Blue-eyed blondes. Don't see them everywhere you go in this town during the summer." Sheila sensed it was a sore subject, so she stopped talking about it. Still, she couldn't resist swiping look after look at the photo, trying to place the familiarity. A few moments later, Julia started coming down the stairs. Sheila didn't see the point in letting Julia see the photo - she'd ask the same questions, and it would undoubtedly be a different conversation this time. So, Sheila dropped the photo back into the box and closed it up. Just as her best friend reappeared with four bottles of water in tow, she turned to J.T. "So, guessing this goes in the house pile, and not the Salvation Army pile?" She knew the answer, and started walking to the pile of boxes they would load up and drive over to the townhouse. "Do you know anybody who would want to buy a picture of his scrawny eight-year-old ass dressed up like Superman?" Tim asked. "Besides me?" Sheila grinned. "Yes," Tim nodded. "I'm talking about sane people." Sheila responded by pulling one of the bottles from Julia's arms and launching it at Tim. It hit him square in the ass. "You know, I'm glad I go to the gym on a daily basis, or that might have hurt." He picked the bottle up off the ground, opened it, and chugged about half. "Thanks, Sheila." She rolled her eyes and went back to work. They all did. About an hour and a half later, they were finished. Five of the boxes were in Tim's Mariner, headed for the Salvation Army dropoff area around the corner from the football stadium. The other seven were in the back of J.T.'s car, headed for the storage room at the townhouse. "See, dickhead?" J.T. said, pointing at his watch. "The party is at seven. It's 4:30 right now. You have two and a half hours to drop this stuff off and then go make yourself all pretty before the party tonight. And you were worried." "I wasn't worried about me," Tim said. "And I wasn't worried about Julia or Sheila, either - they don't need prep time to be pretty. You, on the other hand... you could have started getting ready at 4:30 yesterday and you'd still look like a sack of shit." "Not true," Sheila said, snaking an arm around J.T.'s waist from behind. "He has me to take care of that for him. I actually have fashion sense." "Yeah, well, wonders never cease," Tim answered. He took Julia's hand and started walking toward his car. "We're heading out. See you guys in a few hours." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "So, are you going to ask him tonight?" Sheila's voice blasted out of Julia's speakerphone and bounced around the still-damp walls of Tim's master bathroom. They hadn't been out of the shower very long, and the water was so hot the walls were still sweating. She'd had to make several passes over the mirror with a towel just to see. Of course, what they'd been doing in the shower hadn't helped with the temperature much, either. Tim, who was ready to go five minutes after they got out of the shower, was across the hall watching some meaningless bowl game while he waited for Julia to get ready. "Take your time," he'd told her. "I already think you're beautiful, but even I'm not one to rush perfection." The recent memory made her smile. "Hello?" Sheila's voice rang out again. "Sorry," Julia said. "I'm struggling with this stupid earring, and - there. Got it." "Are you?" "If everything goes well, and I have enough to drink to keep my courage up, then yes," Julia said. "That's my plan." "That's so exciting!" Sheila exclaimed. Even from two towns away, Julia could hear her friend's excitement. "Let's wait till he agrees to it before we get all giddy." "You think he won't?" "He's Tim, Sheila," Julia said, and set to work on the other earring. "He's very private. Not sure how he'd like living with someone this soon after getting into the relationship." "Soon?" Sheila asked. "You guys have only been calling it that for a couple months, but this has been going on for two years. How much longer does he want to wait?" "I don't know," Julia replied. "He might not want to wait at all. And then again, there's a chance he'll flip out when I ask him, too. He's also fairly unpredictable." "Another reason you like him." "Love him." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "You told him that yet?" "Yes." "He said it back?" "No." Sheila didn't reply immediately, thinking Julia had more to say. After a few seconds, it was clear she didn't. "And?" "And what? I know he does. He'll say it when he's ready to. Not going to push him." "Wow," Sheila replied, sounding exasperated. "What?" "I just don't know how you do it," Sheila answered. "He's not making this easy on you." "No," Julia agreed. "But it's not easy on him, either. I swear, Sheila, if I ever meet the bitch who did... whatever she did... to him, I'm gonna punch her in the mouth." Sheila thought back to the picture she'd seen earlier in the day, but didn't say anything about it. Just: "I think I would pay good money to see that." "I'm sure Tim would, too," Julia said, laughing as she gently applied makeup to her cheeks. "Anyway, if things go really well tonight, then yeah. I'll probably ask him if I can move in." "That's great. Maybe next weekend we'll be moving all your crap, instead of J.T.'s." "I hope so," Julia answered. "Oh, I almost forgot. I talked to my real dad about an hour ago. He usually calls me every day during the holidays. Anyway, I told him I was going to this party tonight, and apparently, my half-sister is, oo." "Who?" "Ashley, the one who works over at the hospital," Julia said. "Remember? You met her a few years ago, when I dragged you to a family reunion with me." "Yeah, I think I vaguely remember that," Sheila said. "How long has it been since you spoke to her? "I'd guess maybe a year," she answered. "We weren't close then, and we're not now, either. I mean, we've tried to be, but there's mutual resentment there. She resents me because he tries to give me some of the attention he's always given to her, and I resent her a little bit, I think, because she's always had him in her life and I didn't until I was thirteen." "Yeah, I guess I could see that," Sheila replied. "Anyway, why is she going? Isn't this an N.C. State-only thing?" "I guess she's dating one of the players," Julia answered. "That's what my dad said, anyway. She doesn't talk much about it, according to him, but she was pretty excited about the party." "Ah," Sheila answered. "But if you see her, things will be ok with you two, right?" "Oh, yeah," Julia replied. "We're cordial with each other, and we can hold a decent conversation. We're just not really friendly." Just then, Tim walked back into the room. Julia had already told him her sister would be at the party, and he'd actually seemed genuinely happy about the possibility of meeting someone in her family. "Personally, I think we should just wipe all that makeup off," Tim said, unaware that Sheila was on the phone. "If it was up to you, we'd take all these clothes off, too," Julia replied. "Damn right," Tim answered. "And with your body, I could take you into the party that way and not a damn person would complain." She just giggled. "Course, I'd have to beat a whole bunch of football player ass when they tried to attack you, so I guess we should leave the clothes on." "You two are gross." That was Sheila. Tim spotted the phone on the counter. "Seriously?" Tim asked, gripping the phone. "Do you two talk 24/7? I bet you when we're having sex, the phone is laying under the pillow so she can hear everything." "No, thanks," Sheila said. "Besides, all we have to do is have you over to the house, and you'd keep us up all night anyway." Julia blushed. Tim ignored that. "Seriously, Sheila," Tim continued. "If you want to be that involved in our sex life, just talk to your fiancée about it. I'm sure we could work something out." That earned Tim a slug in the shoulder. If Sheila hadn't been 25 minutes away, both arms would have got one. "I'm sure," Sheila answered. "Anyway, babe, you ready to go?" Tim asked. "It's almost seven." "Yeah," she answered. "Sheila, we'll see you at the party." Sheila hung up the phone, smiling widely and genuinely happy for Julia. She'd been on a whole lot of first dates before she met Tim, and even a couple of them after that, when they were still in the early stages. Her friend could have had just about anybody she wanted, but she was very selective and had an uncanny ability to hold out for what she knew she deserved. Still, something was tugging at the back of Sheila's mind. She couldn't place it, but she couldn't get rid of it, either. Her mind went back to Julia talking about what she would do if she ever met Leira, and it made Sheila laugh out loud. She'd only seen Julia fight one time, and she had to be the most awkward looking brawler Sheila had ever seen, not that she had a whole bunch of experience in that area. She had to admit, though - Julia had won that particular fight. Suddenly, something clicked in her head, and she stopped dead in her tracks from the master bedroom to the hallway. "Oh, shit," she said out loud. She wasn't 100% sure, but she knew how she could be. She left the bedroom and headed downstairs, bustling past J.T., who was watching football and waiting for her. "You ready, babe?" he asked. "Just a second." "Where are you going?" he asked, getting up off the couch when he saw how quickly she was moving. "I'll be right back, hon, I promise." She headed to the end of the hallway, not sure if J.T. was following her or not and really not caring. If she was right, he'd be the first person to know it, anyway. She opened a door to an unused bedroom - the one they were using to store all the boxes they'd moved out of J.T.'s parents' mansion a few hours ago. She had to move two boxes to find it, but after a few seconds, there it was. "What on earth are you doing?" J.T. asked. Sheila turned to see him standing in the doorway, watching her with one of his signatures looks, that half-perplexed, half-amused thing he did sometimes. It was the same look he gave her the first time she'd asked him to come to dinner with she and her family on that first trip to the Bahamas almost three years ago. "Just a second," Sheila said, quickly opening the box and rifling through the pictures she'd been checking out earlier in the day. It took a few seconds, but she found the one she wanted - the one of her fiancée flexing his muscles, while Tim and Leira stood next to him. She looked at it carefully. This would have been about two years later, she thought, and... All the sudden, she dropped the photo as her hands flew up to her mouth. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They'd pulled the basketball court up at the RBC Center and moved all the courtside tables and seating away to make room for the party. This was just team, staff and family and friends, but even still, that was around 300 people, and they didn't want a half-billion scuff marks jacking up the basketball court, especially since the N.C. State basketball teams were playing at home in just a couple days. That left a giant concrete pad, on top of which the RBC staff had set up dozens of tables and hundreds of chairs. There were four catering tables with plenty of food and drinks to go around - nothing alcoholic, of course, seeing as more than half the guests of honor weren't old enough to drink it, though Tim knew a couple players would sneak it in anyway. He and Julia strolled in around a quarter to eight. There was some kind of ceremony scheduled for 8:30, Tim knew - showing a highlight video, giving out a few awards, etc. Until then, it was just eating and mingling. All the coaches were already here, but only about half the players had shown up yet. It was a required event, so he knew everyone would be here, but apparently fashionably late was still as in as ever. Tim and Julia set their coats on a nearby table and as they turned around, they bumped right into Ted Prince, the team physician. "Tim, mah boy!" Ted locked Tim in a huge bear hug, something the barrel-chested 60-something year-old doctor did to everyone he hadn't seen in more than, oh, ten minutes or so. "And this? This must be your sister." Tim remembered Ted worrying about his lack of a wife or girlfriend earlier in the year. That was just the kind of guy he was - he'd been married for more than 40 years, had umpteen grandkids and a couple of great grandkids by now. He thought everyone should be married by the age of 30. "Not so much, sir, no," Tim answered back, grinning. "Whaaaaaat?" Ted answered, incredulously. By now he was sure Ted had heard he had a girlfriend - news didn't take long to get around the team, and telling Carlos was just as effective as taking out an ad on the scoreboard at Carter-Finley Stadium. Still, he was playing it up. "The Last American Bachelor, Tim Fetters, has a girlfriend?" "That's the rumor, sir," Tim said, trying to match his smile. "Dr. Prince, this is Julia Waters. Julia, Dr. Prince is the football team's primary physician." "Well, now," Ted said, his thick southern accent making it sound more like "weh nah." He wrapped Julia in a similar bear hug - Tim was pretty happy she escaped from it with the ability to breathe. "Now I understand why you waited so long, son. Always thought that 'good things come to those who wait' business was hogwash, but, I'll be." "Thank you, Dr. Prince," Julia said, already blushing less than five minutes into the party. "You got yourself a fine man here, Ms. Waters," Ted continued as Tim tried to roll his eyes backward out of their sockets. "Trust me, sir, I'm well aware of that." "A damn shame it took this long for someone to snap him up." "Others have tried, and others have failed," a new voice said, and the trio turned to see Hank Taylor, the head football coach, walking toward them. Tim quickly made introductions. "I wondered why he was so happy all the sudden," Taylor said. "He's always helped our guys mentally, but I was beginning to think he was the one needed a shrink. Not so much anymore." "He does as much for me as I do for him," Julia said, smiling at Tim, who was quite frankly embarrassed at all the attention. "Probably a lot more, I'm sure." She winked at Tim. Ted and Hank broke out into a conversation about the second-string slot receiver's hamstring, and Tim pulled Julia aside. "Babe, I need to mingle and chat with the coaches for a few minutes," he said. "Why don't you go off and find J.T. and Sheila? I'm sure they're around somewhere." "Tim, I know I'm supposed to be an arm decoration at these things," she answered, "and I'm perfectly okay with that." "Maybe you are, but I'm not," Tim said. "Besides, all they'll do is talk about how I so badly needed a woman. I'm sure you'd love to hear that all night, but I don't." "Awww, does the truth hurt?" Julia joked, but she was walking away even as she said it. Tim reached out and slapped her ass as she walked away. Julia wandered around the room, not really knowing anyone besides Tim, but drawing plenty of appreciative stares from the football players and the other men in the room. She did her best to be polite and smile back at each of them, but really, she was just searching frantically for either J.T. or Sheila. Instead, she found her sister. She was standing on the other end of the court from where Tim was talking to the coaches, chatting animatedly with Carlos. She was drawing more than her fair share of leering looks as well, but Carlos was acting as a barrier between her and everybody else. "Ashley?" Julia said, walking over to them. The other girl's face tried to light up, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Julia! Hi!" her sister said, as they quickly embraced each other. "How have you been?!" "I've been good," she answered back. "Finished my MBA last spring, working my way up the ladder at Southwest. You?" "Starting med school next fall, still working at the hospital," Ashley replied. Carlos was looking back and forth at them as if he was watching a tennis match. They made small talk for a few more minutes until Julia finally tried to include him. "How long have you two been seeing each other, Carlos?" Julia tried. Carlos was about to reply, but Ashley cut him off. "Wait - you two know each other?" she asked. "Yeah," Carlos said. "This Doc's girl." "Doc?" Ashley asked. "The guy you've been talking about, asking for advice about the draft and everything?" "Yeah, that's Doc," Carlos replied. For some reason, Julia thought, he was a bit nervous. "Speaking of, where Doc at?" "Over there, chatting with some of the coaching staff," Julia replied. "Wow," Ashley said. "It really is a small world. This is my sister," she said to Carlos. "Yeah, I know," Carlos said. "Half-sister, actually," Julia said, probably a little too quickly. Then: "Wait, Carlos. How did you know?" "I put shit together, s'all," Carlos said. "You 'member that day at Doc's, when I asked all them questions about brothers and sisters? Day before, she told me she had a sister who ran the Southwest shit out at RDU. I knew Doc was dating the woman who ran the Southwest shit out there. You told me your sis worked as a lab tech at Duke." "Ah," Julia said. "Why keep everything a secret then? You could have just told me." "That's the thing," Carlos said, and began squirming. "You don't really know me that well. But Doc... you and Doc in love, right?" Julia didn't hesitate. "Yes." "So, that mean Doc is protective of you. That also mean Doc would be protective of your family, right?" Julia wasn't sure where he was going. "I suppose, yes. But Tim has never met Ashley." "Well, yeah, but-" Carlos was cut off when Ashley interrupted the conversation. "Wait," she said. "Did you just say Tim?" "Yes," Julia replied. "Tim Fetters. He's the athletic department psychologist here." Everything was quiet for a second. "Oh, shit," Ashley said. "I knew he was an intern here back when..." she trailed off. Julia just stared at her. With neither woman saying anything, Carlos went back to talking. "And what's with this 'Ashley' shit anyway?" he asked. "That's my first name," she said, blankly. Julia was still trying to figure out what was going on. "Family calls me that. Everyone else calls me... what you call me." Julia was about to ask what that was, but Carlos kept going. "Anyway," he said, turning back toward Julia. "I didn't want to say anything because... well, Doc wouldn't be too happy. See, Doc know how I do, and-" "Yes, Carlos. Everyone knows how you do." J.T. sauntered up into the middle of the group. To Julia, it seemed like he'd been sprinting. Julia also noticed that Ashley refused to meet his eyes. She saw Sheila hanging out about 20 feet behind J.T., and though she tried to gesture her best friend over, Sheila begged off. Unbeknownst to any of them, J.T. had been standing off to the side for a few minutes, wondering exactly what to do here. He'd been standing close enough to hear what they said, which was how he figured out where Carlos fit in. "J! My second-favorite pilot!" Carlos said, and the two bumped fists. "I better be your favorite pilot," J.T. said. "The other one is about to be suicidal in a minute here." "Say what?" Carlos asked. "Why?" "Never mind," J.T. said. "You ready for Miami, big man?" "Son, I was made for Miami," Carlos replied. "In fact, I'm gonna wear a Dolphins jersey all week, just to convince the Dolphins they need a running back with that top ten pick." "I know Tim is lobbying the Panthers to pick up the hometown college hero," J.T. said, clearly stalling. "Shit," Carlos said. "That be cool, but the Panthers can't afford me." The Panthers were going to be in the playoffs, and unless something dramatic occurred, wouldn't have a high enough draft pick to even sniff Carlos. J.T. had no clever response to that, so instead, he turned his attention to Ashley. "So," he said. "Ashley, right? How long have you and Romeo been dating?" She looked down and hesitated long enough for Carlos to return one of her interruptions. "Look, I wanted to wait for Doc, but this shit gotta stop," Carlos said, as all eyes snapped onto him. "We ain't dating. I don't date. I fuck. We fuckin'. That's all we doing." Ashley looked at him like he'd just crawled up out of the floorboards. Julia was partly amused, but also partly ticked off - family is family, after all. "Well, that, and I cook for her once or twice," Carlos continued. "Don't judge. Just cuz the black man has gold in his teeth and can tote the rock don't mean he don't have skills in the kitchen." Carlos finally noticed the evil eye Ashley was shooting at him. "Look, babe," Carlos said. "I ain't lied to you. I tol' you from the beginning. Pussy is pussy. I ain't in school to get a wife. I'm in school to get laid, and get paid. I'm gon' head off to the NFL, make me some millions, then maybe in a few years I settle down. Right now, it's all about hittin' the holes and hittin' the sheets. I told you that way back." "I'm sure you did," J.T. said. "But you didn't believe him, did you? You thought you'd be the one to change him." J.T. paused. He'd been rehearsing this little speech for three years, never really thinking he'd get to use it. Now that he could, he'd forgotten every word. Ah well, he figured. He was better on the fly anyway. "Wow. You gave up everything you guys had to look for something better, and three years later, you're just another blonde the stud running back is using to get his rocks off. Out-fucking-standing." "Wait," Carlos said. "This is where being the black man is cool, cuz, everybody already think I'm stupid, so when shit happens I don't get, ain't nobody surprised." "Let me guess, Carlos," J.T. said. "You came here tonight, worried as hell, nervous as shit, thinking Doc was going to be pissed when he found out you were using his girlfriend's sister as a real-life sex toy, right?" Carlos was momentarily stunned. "Uh, yeah," Carlos said. "That about right." "Trust me, man," J.T. said. "He's gonna be pissed you brought her here, but not because of that. No, the fact that you're using her for sex is probably the only thing about tonight he'll be happy with." "J.T." That was Julia. "Tell me what the fuck is going on here." "Carlos," J.T. said. "You were talking about being confused a second ago. How confusing is it that we keep calling your girl Ashley?" "Yeah!" Carlos said, as if someone had finally read his mind. "Ashley this, Ashley that. I been banging this girl for almost two years, and-" J.T. didn't realize why he'd stopped until it was too late. He followed Carlos' glance, and noticed Tim walking toward their end of the court. Carlos, being the only one who didn't know what was going on, flagged him down. "Doc! Yo, Doc!" Carlos waited till Tim turned their direction. "Me and your girl over here!" Tim was close enough to hear him, but apparently something was blocking his view of the girl standing next to Carlos. Tim was smiling right up until he got to the group - his smile immediately turned upside down when he saw who Carlos was with. "J.T., what in the holy fuck have you done?" Tim asked. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Doc," Carlos said, still trying to speak his piece and clear his conscience. "You can deck me if you want, but I gotta say something." "No, Carlos," J.T. said. "Let me." He called Sheila over - he knew this was going to get ugly, and wanted to make sure there was someone on his side nearby. When she got there, he continued. "It appears some introductions are in order." He walked over to Julia, and put an arm around her shoulder. "Ashley, this is Julia Waters - your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend." He then moved across the circle to Ashley and pointed at her. "Julia? This is Ashley Anderson, but better known to Tim, Carlos and myself by her middle name: Leira. She's the woman responsible for all the hell Tim's put you through over the past few months." This time, J.T. wrapped his arm around Leira's shoulder, as much as it pained him to touch her. She cringed a little, but didn't move away. He turned his attention to Tim. "And Tim? This is one of the squadron of fuckbuddies that follows our boy Carlos around like a puppy dog." He took a deep breath. Neither Leira, Carlos nor Julia jumped in here, so J.T. steeled himself to deliver the bad news. "She's also Julia's sister." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 02

**2 "Taste"** When my Master arrives at home each day, I await him kneeling on my red silk pillow, naked and full of desire. I've usually been thinking about sex and since I'm not allowed to pleasure myself without permission, often I am aching to feel his touch. I arch my back for him so my naked breasts will stand out. I pull at my nipples before he walks through the door so that they will be aroused and erect. I turn my collar straight and fan my long black hair out over my shoulders. I am clean, shaved bare and perfumed. This is my daily ritual and I look forward to this time every day. I greet him with a smile. "Hello Master, how may I serve you?" He almost always smiles, and if he doesn't I wait patiently for his reply. "Hello my girl," he might say, and if I am particularly pleasing to him he may tell me that I look lovely before he will give me direction. On my favorite days he will sit on the large sofa next to my pillow so that I' can remove his shoes. I lay my cheek against his inner thigh feeling the soft caress of his slacks and gaze at his cock while I massage his feet. If I am lucky his cock will already be rising, thickening, showing me that my Master is pleased with me. I look up at him, "May I Master?" I will ask in a low voice, revealing my desire, knowing how he loves that approach. I await his nod of consent. My mouth is watering. When Master gives me permission I lean forward nestling my breasts between his legs as I stroke the mound in his pants. I can feel my pussy responding as I unbuckle him, freeing his erection. He is thick and long, circumcised and beautiful. I lick the underside, watching his eyes. I kiss the tip loudly letting a drip of saliva dribble down my chin on purpose as I start to feel slutty and wanton, loving this gift. I wrap my lips around the head. I can feel it throbbing. If I am a good girl I may already taste the sharpness of his precum. If not, I begin to suck the thick head. I suck hard and long, sliding my lips along the shaft, pressing the thickness against the back of my throat. I am his whore. I whimper for him. I play until I can feel his arousal gripping him. As his pleasure builds I grab at his trousers, pulling them down his legs with his help until I can get my lips on his huge balls. I suck each one into my mouth carefully, massaging them and shifting them between my lips as I grip his cock in one hand, stroking until my forearms ache. This is my greatest pleasure. I lust after the thought, of his hot cum sliding down my throat, choking me as I gulp it down. My pussy is so ready, but I know what he wants. If he is still sitting before me then my task is to give him release. I return my lips to their job, wrapping them around him again. He likes it when I suck hard as I fuck him with my mouth. I press my fingers behind his balls, kneading them gently as I push his cock to the back of my mouth, taking a deep breath, opening my throat and taking him in until my lips are pressing into his groin. I can feel his balls 'against my chin as I fuck my master with my face. Mmm, I moan when I feel him tensing. His cock is so massive. I push myself, keeping him as deep in my throat as I can, for as long as I can because I know that's where he wants to cum. He grabs my hair, pulling it hard as he thrusts into me and then it happens, a sudden surge of hot cum forces itself down my open throat. I gasp and smile inside as my Master moans in pleasure, surging cum fills my mouth and I savor the flavor, sucking hard, trying desperately to swallow all but a little. Today I will add a little flare, making sure to keep a little cum in my mouth as he looks down at me and yanks me off of his now over-sensitized cock. I stretch my back, pushing my tits out for him and look seductively in his eyes letting a thin dribble of pearl white cum slide down my chin onto my heaving breast. I smile and cup them, resisting the urge to pinch my nipples without permission as I hold them together and tilt my head forward, licking the cum off of my tit purely for his visual pleasure. I never let a drop of his cum go to waste. It is too precious. It is his gift to me. I wonder if he will fuck me tonight. The thought of being this turned on for the coming hours washes over me. This could be a long evening of deep arousal for this little slave girl.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 03

**Chapter 3: "The Edge"** Sometimes I wonder if I will just wake up and lose all of this wonderful life. I suppose my Master could get tired of me but he has promised me a lifetime and I trust him. I am not the typical slave girl. I have much more freedom and acceptance than the few slaves I know and in my Masters world there is certainly no lack of luxury as this short story may illustrate. I sleep on a pile of pillows in the corner of my Masters bedroom. The one time he offered me a room of my own, I thought he may be growing tired of me. I couldn't even answer him. When he commanded me to look at him through my welling tears, the sorrow in his eyes was so deep and genuine that I almost smiled. He assured me that day that he would never abandon me and that I was his slave girl for life. It may sound naive, but I believe him. I trust him completely. As I said, I sleep in his bedroom on pillows. They are large and comfortable in the corner of the room. Each morning I wake up and kneel by the side of his bed, watching him and waiting for him to awaken. This particular morning he drew me into his bed to massage him, one of my favorite ways to serve him. I've found no end to the value of that skill for a slave but this morning he had something more in mind, something only he had schooled me in. He lay on his stomach as a small pool of coconut oil melted in my hand, drizzling slowly through my fingers onto his back. I kneading the tan muscles of his neck, shoulders, down along his spine spreading the thin layer of oil until I reached his butt. I massaged deep into the firm muscles of his ass, watching his face for a subtle hint of his pleasure. As I began to work down the back of his thighs he stopped me. "Kneel girl." He said firmly, startling me. I immediately complied, resting my hands in my lap. He turned toward me and grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck sending a surge of excitement down my spine. This is often how I know he is going to take me. I kept my eyes downcast but they were drawn to his cock as it began to swell, bobbing in the air, growing toward erection. I only had a moment to enjoy it as he pulled me forward onto my hands and knees, pushing my head down into a pillow. I felt exposed and vulnerable as he moved behind me. My ass was posed high toward the ceiling as I doubled over on the bed. I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the window onto the exposed white skin of my ass. I hoped my pussy was glistening in the bright light as I imagined he was going to fuck me. I couldn't see him. I felt his strong hands pull my ankles apart and I spread my legs for him. His hands were cool when they cupped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I tried desperately not to squirm in my excitement but I failed and I felt a sudden, violent surge of pain as his hand smacked my ass. I froze, knowing I was not to move. My ass felt hot and my head was swimming with the pleasure of his contact until I realized he was leaving the bed. I heard him. I knew he was in his chest of drawers. I also knew that I was probably not going to be going anywhere soon. My stomach tightened with anticipation. I felt the familiar warmth of thick cotton rope wrapping around each of my ankles and then pillows we're shoved under my stomach. He pulled my legs apart and I fell onto the pillows with my ass poised high. I felt exposed as the cool wood of thick posts at the corners of the foot board pressed against the arches of my feet. Each was tied securely. The warm sun was still beating down on my ass, now vulnerable and on display for him, propped up by the pillows. He bound my wrists together behind my back. I clasped my fingers together, interlaced as I had been taught. I had become very aware of his commanding presence behind me. Quickly and efficiently I had been bound to his whim and this was only the beginning. His hand twisted in my hair, pulling my head back. I could hear the smile in his voice as he growled his approval making me smile too. "You are beautiful girl." His voice was soft, deep and thick with passion. He pulled my hair tight and it was difficult to answer him. "Thank you." I whispered. The rush of his approval warmed me inside but the feeling didn't last long as his hand slapped my ass hard and firm. In my lust I had failed to address him properly. I was rewarded with more swift spankings when I squirmed in pain and then more until I was breathing hard. My golden collar felt tight against my neck as the tension on my hair was maintained in his grip. My ass felt hot. His dominating presence overwhelmed me. "Forgive me Master." I moaned in secret delight. "Thank you for correcting me." "Be still." He responded, and I tried desperately to quiet my excited breathing, remaining motionless as he released my hair. I held my head up high, not wanting it to move from where he held it. I couldn't see him but I could feel his presence behind me. His hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I held still, letting out the smallest whimper when I felt his cock press suddenly and firmly against the tight entrance to my ass. I breathed deep, trying to force myself to relax, knowing that I didn't have long to prepare myself. He pressed the swollen head inside me. I whimpered softly at the shock of my little sphincter opening to accept him. For a short moment I wondered when he had oiled his cock because it slid so easily and absolutely huge inside me. I did my best to offer no resistance, letting my muscles relax as I had been trained. I pressed upward, lifting my ass for him as he pushed in. It kept coming, deeper and deeper. His beautiful erection was soon buried inside my ass until I could take no more. I gasped as he thrust into me and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pressing me into the pillows. He thrust his cock in and out. His balls began to slap gently against my pussy with his growing rhythm. I felt so vulnerable and warm as his hands gripped onto my hips with irresistible control. The weight of his balls beat against my swollen pussy lips sending subtle waves of pleasure through me accompanied by the disappointing realization that my poor pussy would not be receiving him soon. My Master had never penetrated my pussy after taking me anally. His cock thrusting against my insides became an unfamiliar feeling, intense and pleasurable like I had never experienced. The sensation grew until an orgasm gripped me suddenly and with little warning. I clenched my ass on his cock involuntarily. Each wave of pleasure started at my pussy and washed through my body. I cried out loud, losing control of my voice and pushing back against his thrusts in pleasure. It was then that I realized that he had not given me permission to cum but I couldn't help it and I clenched hard on his cock as another orgasmic wave hit me. Master suddenly moaned and thrust hard into my ass. I cried out in pleasure and pain. I felt the sudden surge of his heat pumping inside me as he pushed in filling my ass with his cum. His grip on my ass was painful and exquisite and I knew that I had pleased him even as I wondered what his response would be to my disobedience. I was startled by my own pleasure and I found it very difficult to regret my orgasm. I was exhausted and slumped onto the pillows under me, laying quietly as he slowly relaxed behind me. I felt used and indescribably happy. Without warning my Master traced his fingers lightly over my hips. It tickled and I giggled against my will. His cock was softening and when I tensed it pushed him out of me with a rude flop and a rush of cool air hit my wet asshole making me clench my sphincter muscles. I could feel my stretched opening squeeze awkwardly closed. I was embarrassed but my Master was laughing, much to my relief. He did not say a word as he left me lying there bound on the bed and I watched him walk across the room to the bath listening to the sounds of the shower. My butt felt cold and exposed as his cum dripped down my thigh and the warmth of the sun on my thighs began to sink in again. I felt so deeply comfortable that I slowly drifted off to sleep, awakening to the feeling of my bindings being loosened gently and carefully. He rubbed my wrists and ankles before abruptly leaving the room. When he was gone I rolled over. His slippery cum was all over me and I was a happy girl as I too showered and cleaned myself. This had been the most perfect morning that a slave girl could want, but there was a looming tension. My master seemed, pleased with me, and I thought he had enjoyed it when I had an orgasm, but I knew it was direct disobedience. It was not defiance. I was caught completely off guard. Never before had I had an orgasm from anal sex. I couldn't help wondering what my Master was thinking. It didn't take long to find out. I walked out to the grand room, a large room arranged for entertaining where my master spends much of his time. This is also where I greet my master each day when he arrives home. Aside from the large leather couches, television, card table, and bar, one corner also houses what I call my perch. My perch is a small platform set in a corner of the room. On the platform is a pile of large red and black pillows. The two walls beside my perch are mirrored so that I am constantly exposed from all sides. The only further adornments are four large wrought iron rings set into the walls on each side, two set high and two low for obvious reasons. Just at the edge of the platform is a post anchored to the floor with a large knob at the top. My master calls this my whipping post, but most often it is where my Master ties my leash. My master was seated, drinking coffee on one of the couches. I took position on my perch, kneeling quickly and quietly but as soon as I settled. eyes lowered to the floor Master walked over to me and clipped a thin leash to my collar, yanking it sharply one time. This was my command to kneel on all fours, doggie style, literally. As I did so his deep voice commanded me to turn. I did so slowly until he told me to stop. My face was now facing the corner with my most private treasures exposed to the room. I began to quiver inside realizing that my transgressions had not gone unnoticed. His voice was stern and he used my name, something that never happened when he was pleased with me. "Stephanie, did you enjoy yourself this morning?" I answered carefully, "Yes Master, your slave lives to please you." "Did you please yourself girl?" He asked. I braced myself for a delicious jolt of pain against my ass but it never arrived. I answered in my sweetest voice. "No Master, but your cock brought me great pleasure." Again I braced myself. He must have seen me flinch because he chuckled, but I still did not get the spanking I was expecting. I had to resist the urge to look up at him in the mirror but I was both trained enough and experienced enough to know that would have consequences. He walked across the room and when he returned I felt something cold and heavy against the small of my back. "Look at me." He said forcefully. My stomach tightened with pleasure. I failed to follow his instruction, instead of looking at him in the mirror my eyes stopped in shock to see that he had taken a round vase of white roses off of a table and nestled it in the small of my back. He pulled his hand away and I almost shrieked as the vase wobbled. "Do not drop it girl." He said flatly as he pulled a rose out of the vase. Water dripped as he lay it roughly in the crack of my ass. The thorns scratched against my tender skin and one of them poked sharply at the the little pink entrance as he pressed it into the crack. As he took his hand away I instinctively knew not to let it fall and I clenched my cheeks together. The pain from multiple thorns was instant and shocking. I felt my face grow hot as humiliation and embarrassment washed over me. He let me remain there clenching the rose stem as lightly as I could with the vase balanced precariously on my back. Sharp needles of pain pricked at my tender ass crack. He dropped the leash and pulled another rose out of the vase. With this one he dragged the flower petals up the back of one thigh and then the other gently tickling me, tempting me to move too much. He brushed the soft, cool petals against my swelling pussy lips, dragging the flower back and forth over my slit. I quivered involuntarily, feeling the vase rock with every little move I made. His fingers parted my pussy lips and gently I felt the cold pain of rose thorns as he let my labia close upon the stem. The weight of the rose pulled the thorns against my flesh and I knew that my little pink pussy was dripping as waves of pleasure washed over me and the bloody vase wobbled again. While he slowly dragged that thorn covered stem from my tender folds of flesh I was forced to concentrate on the vase through the pain. My legs were wobbly and I nearly collapsed. His sadism knew no limits. He took that rose and held it in front of my face against my lips and I instinctively grasped it in my teeth. Next he took the vase and placed it on the floor in front of me and walked away. I was still clenching the rose with my ass as he settled onto the couch. In the mirror I watched him raise the coffee cup to his lips. He watched me as the pain of the thorns began to grow. I shifted a little but only succeeded in burying the points deeper against the tight pink rosebud of my asshole. The pain became intense. I felt myself drifting in thought, becoming light headed with the effort to absorb the pain and not let the rose fall. I have no idea how long I endured but eventually I couldn't clench it any more and I slowly, jerkily let my cheeks relax until the rose shifted slightly. I instinctively gripped it again shooting sparks of pain through me. I must have made a noise as my Master looked up at me. He smiled, obviously enjoying the desperation on my face. I released my grip on the rose again but this time I found that I could relax and the weight of the rose held it perched in the crack of my ass with no effort. The thorns gripped my flesh. I was just starting to wonder how long I was going to last in this position when Master got up, left the room and returned with something in his hands. He pulled the rose from my ass and firmly inserted a thick, cold butt plug into my ass. Without a word he activated it and I felt intense vibrations penetrate my insides. He grabbed my leash again and turned me around, lifting it so I would return to an upright kneeling position. With the rose in my teeth I adopted the most seductive position I could with my tits pushed out and up toward him while my head tilted down. The vibrations were intense and I could feel my nectar dripping down the inside of my thigh. I held my ground wondering what was next. Master spoke. "Relax girl. Get used to my little toy there in your ass. We will see if you can restrain that little cunt from cumming without my permission." I knew I was in for a long day as the vibrations surged in my ass, through my pussy, into my tummy. It was still morning and now I had no idea how long I would be edging toward orgasm until my body would feel like it wasn't even mine and my poor little girl parts were begging for orgasm. My master left the room and I settled back against the cushions, rolling off of me knees carefully so I wouldn't put pressure on the vibrating plug buried in my ass. The wide rim held my cheeks apart. My nipples were hard and aching. The rose was still clenched between my teeth and I had not been given permission to remove it. The vibrations were intensified with each move I made and already my pussy was craving attention. My pussy lips and bum still stung from the thorns. This slave girl was a mess. I nestled into my pillows and tried (failed) to ignore the ever present vibrations. My mouth repeatedly drooled with the rose in my teeth but at least I had found a way to relax my lips without thorns driving into me. I was sweating. I tried to control my breathing and relax, almost meditating but the plugs intense vibrations left no room in my brain. It seemed like forever until my Master returned. I struggled to position myself on my knees for him, the plug was awkward and uncomfortable. By some miraculous grace he told me to drop the rose. It had started to feel like it belonged there but I wasted no time dropping it. It rolled over my breasts and tumbled to the ground. "You look a little distressed little girl." He spoke. If ever there was a time to answer carefully, this was it. "Yes Master, but only because I have been unable to please you." He laughed. "You're a good liar. Are you telling me there is nothing else distressing you?" "No Master." The question came quickly, "What else is it, girl?" I gulped. I didn't know what to say. Relief was the first thing on my mind but lie begets lie. "I am yours to command Master. I await only your pleasure." It was a thin veil at best. "I'm sure you do." He replied coldly. "Lay back." He commanded and I complied, my knees falling apart as I raised my hips to position the plug and decrease it's pressure into my ass. I failed. I could feel the vibrations all the way up my spine. He pushed my knees up and apart, and obediently I held them there. I reached between my legs to adjust the plug but he grasped my wrist and pushed my hand away from my body. Taking my leash he stood between my legs and slapped the soft leather end against my swollen, aching nipples over and over, first one and then the other. Each strike sent a jolt through me. He looked down at my pussy and with a devilish smile dragged his finger along my slit upward from the plug, sliding his finger into my wet hole and then up over my clit. I couldn't keep my eyes open as my hips strained involuntarily upward pushing my clit into his finger. He lingered there, rubbing lightly, pinching my clit softly, unrelenting until I felt the beginnings of an orgasm forming. I knew I was in trouble. Between breaths I begged him."Master, may I cum?" He pulled his fingers away instantly. "No." I knew that answer was coming but some part of me couldn't help hoping. His mastery of me had always seemed complete but right at this moment I felt like I was his puppet, completely under his control. He pulled the leash tight creating pressure against the back of my neck with my collar. He pressed the leash between my pussy lips and with a swift motion looped it around the base of the butt plug pulling it just tight enough that it's presence could be felt all along my desperate pussy. Every tiny movement I made pulled the leash against my clit and tugged gently on the plug. The vibrations of the plug coursed through the soft leather of the leash. I was not only startled by the sudden loss of control but also by his ceaseless creativity. He had become master of my every breath as even that small movement created subtle changes to the sensations in my girl parts. This was how I remained for another long while. I was thankful for the pillows under my head as each movement rubbed the leather over my clit and I feared making my pussy raw if I pulled too much. In the end, the result was overpowering. I realized that with my hands free I could shift the leash to different places, which relieved the constant pressure on one spot but only served to stimulate another relentlessly. I didn't dare remove it from between my swollen labia. By shifting my hips I could decrease the tension on the leash but that didn't stop the endless vibrations which seemed to radiate through every bit of my ass, my poor pussy, my stomach. My juices were flowing incredibly. The pillow under my ass was drenched. My master returned. I had lost all sense of time. He looked me over approvingly. I did my best to look desperate but I think it only amused him. I pouted softly, "Master, may I?" He slowly shook his head. My torture would continue. A jolt of apprehension hit me when he reached for his pocket again and pulled out two nipple clamps on a short chain. He wasted no time in placing them onto my rock hard nipples and I cried out in pain as they were pinched. The chain was barely long enough to reach between them as I lay back, with the result that every move I made now pulled against the already painful clamps, pulling my nipples. It was excruciating at first but as I became accustomed to the pain it combined with the sensations flowing trough my ass and my pussy until I couldn't help writhing on my perch. I wanted to cum so badly, I knew I could make myself easily but my master was watching me. I began to beg. "Please. Master, your girl can't take any more. Please let this girl cum for you." As usual, his reply called out my weakness. "For me, or for yourself my lovely little cum doll?" He was right. I wanted this for myself alone. I was embarrassed. As the time and sensations rolled on my vision blurred. I began to feel the familiar warmth of my mind turning in on itself. I couldn't even talk. All I could do was exist within these sharp, overwhelming sensations. Almost from outside of myself I felt my Master touching me. The pressure on my leash was removed. His touch was gentle and affirming. He spoke to me and all I could do was look at him at first. I felt like I had fainted. Suddenly the vibrations stopped and it felt like I had been robbed but my senses began to clear and I realized my Master was removing the plug from my ass. He pulled slowly. That sensation was intense as my hole expanded over the thick portion which had been buried inside me for what seemed like forever. My hips were almost convulsing in response to every touch. I wanted to cum. When he removed my nipple clamps it felt like my nipples were on fire. I cried out and grasped at him and he held me close for a moment. I wanted him to own me so badly. I wanted him to take me. It was then that I realized he was naked. He let me down gently onto my pillows and took my leash in his hand as he knelt between my legs. Breathing heavily in anticipation, I watched him. "Master, please fuck your girl." He didn't answer other than to place the head of his cock onto my gaping slit, open and ready for him. He rubbed the thigh head over my slit with his hand, stopping before it touched my clit. Suddenly, as the head passed over my hole he shoved it in. I clutched at him in ecstasy, an orgasm screaming, trapped inside me. I couldn't control my hips as they bucked against him. I knew I couldn't last. He pulled his cock out but my body was still reacting. When he shoved it in again I could hear my sloppy cunt as my lips were forced apart and he filled me completely with his thick cock. My master was deep inside me. I was his victim. I felt my pussy gush as the first wave exploded over my body. I screamed for him. I begged him to fuck me but he barely moved as my body writhed around him, bucking against his pubic bone. I came forever, reaching for him but he just had a wicked grin on his face as I melted into him. I knew I had lost control and disobeyed yet again but at that moment I knew I had been played. My body apparently didn't care as I came again, more intensely. All the while he barely moved other than to shove his cock in harder, pushing deep against my insides. When I finally collapsed, exhausted, smiling in lust, I heard his voice. "You are a very naughty girl Stephanie. I might have to use my imagination to punish you for this." I smiled inside at the realization of what he was saying. I had to please my Master. "Finish me." He growled lovingly. I crawled to my knees and began to lick the sweet results of my betrayal from his cock.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 1

**"Away"** There is such a depth here. Anyone who might look down on me for choosing to be a slave, (and I have been unfortunate to meet a few,) is truly ignorant of both the beauty and the benefit, even the power of being a slave. I have a devious side and I suffer very little in comparison to the amazing gifts given to me in this lifestyle. I had been craving an outing for some time. Not just any outing, but one where I could just be me. Occasionally my Master will take me places where our lifestyle would create disadvantages for him, or for us. These are times when he will remove my collar. I think very few people can appreciate the security and comfort that a collar brings to a slave. It is a symbol, almost the soul of what I am. I am property. The possession of another. My collar is the ever present physical connection to my reason for being. Okay, enough of that. When my Master says the collar has to go, it has to go. I have a number of replacements which are socially less provocative, chokers, even ribbons which I can tie tight around my neck. They are a poor replacing but they do still offer more security than leaving my neck bare. Sometimes they are just plain hot looking too. On his occasion I had been begging Master to take me to see the ocean. We live in California, so our options for beaches, mountains and natural beauty are amazing. Beaches however present another problem for me. I hate the sun for everything buts it's warmth and it's life giving properties. The only thing I loath almost as much as the sun is sunscreen. I hate the way I feels. Don't take me wrong, I'm no Gothic princess, but I have spent my life protecting my skin and to complicate my issues, I am a sensitive little attention whore when opportunity presents itself. But if I am going to spend time in the sun I am forced to either wear thick cloths or use sun screen. I prefer the sun screen and so does my Master. All that to say, my Master decided we were going to have a beach day. I spent the morning in my usual cleanliness routine and lathered on a good non-greasy sunscreen from head to toe. I wore a skimpy blood red bikini, not quite a thong, and a top which held my breasts well but had a real risk of flopping the sisters out if I leaned too far forward. Cleavage was the name of today's game. I had a thigh length, soft pink, lace cover which tied at the waist and looked great against my white skin. The dark bikini shown through the sheer fabric and in my humble opinion, I looked hot. I took a matching dark red ribbon to my Master asking if he would prefer it. He surprised me. "No girl. Wear your collar." I was thrilled but a hundred questions crossed my mind. "Master?" I asked for clarity. He smiled. "I am not in the mood for anything other than a weekend on the beach. You're free to serve me girl. In fact, I expect your best behavior." My heart jumped. Now THAT sounds like a good weekend. Wait... He said weekend! Deep inside me dwells a nonconformist bitch and the best way to flex that little muscle was to be a slave out in the real world. Unfortunately, I'm also a chicken so flexing that muscle was more likely to be a moderate, discreet refusal to fail my Masters wishes. So there I was, bikini clad, collared, pink flip flops. I silently wished. I could throw in a pair of hot red stiletto's. Suddenly it hit me again that he said weekend. I ran to pack an overnight bag. As one last touch I grabbed the red ribbon and tied it around my ankle. Call it a touch of class, or call it a touch of white trash, I don't care. I thought it looked sexy and I hoped Master would agree. If I have learned one thing that is irrefutable about my Master, he is creative and adventurous when he gets out in the world. I was so excited that I could hardly control myself. When I was ready to go I went to my perch, the small platform in the great room of the house, created expressly for me, complete with mirrors and points of restraint. I adjusted my top until I was nearly falling out of it and knelt on the huge cushions to await my. Master. When he was ready he stopped and looked me over. I kept my head bowed, awaiting his approval. "Very good girl. You look amazing. I could not be more proud to have you at my feet." I couldn't hide my pleasure but I did have business to attend to. "Master, may your slave make a request? Well, a few requests?" I asked, eyes on the floor. When he responded in the affirmative I continued. "Master, may your slave braid her hair today?" "Yes." "I continued. This was going well. "May your slave have permission to choose my dress when we have privacy?" His response, as usual, was cryptic. "Who said we would have privacy tonight? Girl, you may bring what you want. As usual, your tastes satisfy me. Let yourself relax and attend to me like I've taught. You are free to dress as you wish until otherwise directed." "Yes Master, thank you..." My stomach was knotted with excitement. "May I approach you?" "Yes." At that I jumped to my feet and ran to him, flinging my arms around him in delight. He lifted me by the waist laughing and spun around, setting me down in the direction of the door. He twirled me around and with a sharp slap on my ass he said, "Now get your ass in the car." So you will understand my master a little better, let me first say that he is loving, responsible, intelligent and self sustaining. Everybody but me calls him Jon. He is also absolutely gorgeous and healthy. He is about ten years older than me. He is extremely athletic and as strong as an ox. He has earned my trust in more ways than I can describe, and especially in how he treats me as my owner. He is my friend and confidant, my mentor and teacher. I believe he would give his life for me. My Master is handsome to the tee. His hair is dark brown and sexy, he sports a short goatee. His muscles are tan and his definition literally makes me wet to look at him. If I had any right to be jealous I would live in constant fear of some woman taking him from me, but not only do I have no rights, he has never lied to me. He is cut throat honest. I don't know that I would call him rich, but he does provide me an amazingly luxurious life. He has a house cleaner and a cook full time. I have more than I will ever deserve. If you wonder why I love my life, I readily admit that I am addicted to the easy life he provides. If you wonder why I am devoted to him, it is because he treats me like a queen. A slave queen, but hey, what man wouldn't want one of those? I'm almost embarrassed to admit how we live because I know what it is to have nothing. I know what spiritual and emotional pain is so if I sound trite or oblivious, please remember that in my writing, the more mundane details of life are usually set aside. There are a great many details that will never come through in my stories, including how much my Master gives to help others and lets me do the same. But, pardon my diversion. This is not a humanitarianism website, it's a sex site and today I am sharing a trip to the beach with my beloved Master. My Master is a Chevy addict. I am not allowed to say how I feel about that, under direct orders. I do love his Vette though. It's black, convertible, classic (I have no idea what year it is, but it's old,) and the top was down. It brings out the attention whore in me to cruise in it. It's so fun to watch people turn and watch us drive by. I know that sounds horrible. An hour or more later we were by the ocean under a small cabana. I was on my knees in the shady sand next to my Master who lounged with a drink in his hand. We were surrounded by gorgeous, scantily clad people. The waves were crashing in the background. The cabana next to us had a party of loud girls in it and an older couple occupied the opposite side. They were arguing and the vibes were horrible, but the girls were all having fun. I watched them for a while until the heat was becoming unbearable. I asked Master if I could go for a swim and he sent me off. I love water and the ocean was beautiful. I played in the waves and swam out a good distance until the cool water had drained every discomfort from my body. I walked back to my Master. Two of the girls from next door were there with him, talking and giggling. I knew my place. I walked up, dripping wet, nipples standing out and politely knelt near his feet in a seductive pose, breasts pushed forward, hands in my lap and I looked at the ground. Master has given me clear direction on what freedoms I have when we are in public, but he had asked for my best behavior and that is what I intended to give him. Both of the girls seemed a little startled. I was amused. Master introduced me. "Ladies, this is Stephanie." I looked up a them and smiled. "Hi." I could sense that they didn't know how to take me, but they were cool about it. They introduced themselves. One was fairly oblivious and turned back to her girlfriends but the other was sweet and engaging. Her name was Angela. She had a distinctly Latina look, a gorgeous figure and a soft low voice that I loved. She smelled like coconut. Her figure was amazing. She had large brown breasts that contrasted beautifully with her white one piece swim suit. She knelt down in the sand next to me, and we chatted for a while. My master sat quietly. We talked about where we lived, and where she went to school. We fashion critiqued all the people walking by. It was fun but I was getting hot again. I took the opportunity to be myself. Looking at the ground I said, "Master, may I go swim again?" I knew he would not have minded if I had gone swimming without asking, but best behavior is best behavior and I wanted to toy with Angela. Her expression barely changed, but she caught the nuance. Master replied in kind. "Yes girl. Have fun." I jumped up and grabbed Angela's hand. "Are you coming?" Off we went across the sand. She wasn't shy. The question came out immediately as we waded into the waves. "You call him Master? Is he some kind of power trip weirdo?" "No," I replied. "He is my Master and I'm his slave." "No shit?" I laughed. "No shit. I love him and he takes care of me. He's the best man I've ever met." "No shit," she said again. I was cracking up. "So what the fuck, you mean like a slave? You work for him? Is it like an S and M thing or what?" There was no hint of condescension in her voice and my comfort grew. "Actually, if I had to put a label on it, I'd call myself his sex slave, but I would do anything he asked. He takes care of me. I don't have to work, at least, not like you mean." Her eyes were wide. "No fuckin' shit? What do you mean sex slave? Like do whatever he wants kind of sex slave?" I nodded. "He doesn't hurt you does he? I mean I've heard of shit like this. Do you need help?" If she wasn't so serious, I'd have laughed. She really meant what she was asking. It was endearing. We were standing in one spot, waist deep, waves were crashing into us. I took her hands in mine. "Angela, I'm not abused. I'm not a kidnap victim. I'm free. I can leave him anytime I want, but I love my life." She wasn't buying it. "You're sweet Angela. How can I assure you that this is a beautiful thing?" "I don't know. Shit. Tell me about it." She replied. I took her hand and led her to shallower water and we sat where the waves weren't knocking us over. I told her what my days are like, I told her how my Master treats me. I told her everything except about the sex, sadism and masochism but as she was starting to understand my lifestyle the sex was what interested her most. She started asking questions. I told her how I almost never wear cloths. She was blown away by that thought. I told her about how open our relationship was, that my master had lovers and that he occasionally offered me to others. I told her all the things I love, and eventually went into the s and m side of our lives. She was fascinated and a little dubious. Her questions were excellent and provocative. We must have sat for an hour and by the time she seemed satisfied that I wasn't a brain washed victim we had become fast friends. She was passionate and caring and wildly intelligent. I adored her. We sat silently in the waves for a bit. They were hitting us harder as the tide came in. She turned and looked at my Master. Her tone had changed. She was appraising him in the light of all I had told her. I could barely hear her as she almost whispered, "So he's not a freak then." I laughed and took her face in my hands. Without thinking I kissed her lips and stared in her eyes. "He is amazing." She didn't pull away but I let her go, a little surprised at myself. She was processing all this information fast. "So..." She said as we watched him. He looked asleep. She looked back at me. Her eyes took a devious look. I just smiled, guessing at her thoughts. "So, you'd be cool if..." I nodded. "If you fucked my Master?" She wasn't ready for my full frontal bluntness, so I continued. "If my master wants you, then nothing would make me happier. In fact, if you're telling me you want him, I will do my best to make it happen for him. You're absolutely beautiful Angela and I think he would be very pleased by you." She was looking at me wide eyed again. "Wow, you're like the real shit. This is really how you live then." It wasn't a question but I nodded and smiled. I leaned over and kissed her again almost instinctively. Her reaction was hardly enthusiastic but I could tell she was comfortable. We were kindred spirits. I took her hand and we walked back to our cabana. Angela went to talk to her girlfriends and I knelt at my Masters feet quietly, watching her. I gently stroked his shin to see if he was awake behind his glasses. He smiled. "Found a girlfriend?" I blushed. "She's a sweetheart." He said no more. I watched Angela. He watched me. After a few minutes Angela returned. She looked a little awkward and nervous. I rescued her. "Have a seat." I pointed to the chaise lounge across from my Master. She lay down. Her beautiful body draped over the lounge chair like a model. "Master," I asked, "may I speak freely?" Angela seemed intent on watching how I handled myself. Master nodded. I crawled a little closer and placed my hand on his. "Master, can Angela join us this evening?" I asked just loud enough for them both to hear me. Master sat up and grabbed my hand. He looked me over with exaggerated appraisal. He tucked a finger behind my collar, pulled me forward and kissed my lips. My breath quickened instantly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, his response was so romantic and intoxicating. I wanted so badly to look at Angela's reaction but I kept my gaze down, not only because my master wanted it, but for Angela as well. My sexual tension had just gone off of the charts. Master looked at Angela. "If Stephanie is willing to ask me for something, I know she believes I will enjoy it. Angela, would you like to join us this evening?" Angela stumbled over her words. I wanted to look at her and Master knew it. She hadn't really responded when Master spoke again. "Angela, hanging out with us doesn't mean you have to be a slave. It'll be fun." Angela almost giggled and she let out a breathy response. "I'm sorry. Yes, I'd love to hang out with you guys. I'm just a little out of my element." I admired her quick recovery. The day went on with great conversation and more than one dip in the cool waves. Angela relaxed more and more. Master insisted that I relax and forgo protocols of subservience and Angela quickly grew into a fun part of our trio. Her girl friends wandered over off and on, with obvious curiosity. I had a couple of drinks and as the atmosphere grew more comfortable, my hope that Angela and Master would bond grew too. I had little doubt. Master was eying her body and she was not hiding it. The sun fell low in the sky and all of us were tired. A cool breeze blew in off of the ocean. I rested in the shade afraid that my sun screen might have worn out. Master decided it was time to leave. He asked Angela to join us for dinner, which ended up being fish tacos and iced tea. We walked past shops and Master insisted we purchase something for me to wear that evening. We walked past several stores. Master finally stepped into an elegant looking store full of beautiful cloths. Inside, he called for a sales lady and I could not hear their conversation but she led us through the store to an extensive display of lingerie. Master looked at Angela. "Do you think Stephanie would look good in any of this?" He waved his hand implying that anything in the section would be fair game. Angela looked at me. I became self conscious. She walked over to a black bra and stocking set. It was sheer lace and very skimpy. Master had set the mood. She looked at the sales lady. "Do you have this in her size?" The lady took it all in stride. She looked me over and pulled one from the rack. "This looks good." She turned to me. "You can use a dressing room and try it on. Over your cloths please." Master spoke. "Try it here." The sales lady was cool as can be. She helped me clasp the bra. I slid the black panties up over my bikini. The fabric was sheer and the lace left nothing of interest covered. Angela said, "it's perfect." Master nodded and off we went. Never one to let life drift by, Master said that we had a room and invited Angela to join us. At this point I'm not sure she would have said no to anything. Her discomfort had faded and she seemed to have decided that we were her kind of crazy. Little did she know. We checked in. Master ordered wine. Our room was gorgeous with a great bed and a huge bathtub set near the window. The view of the ocean was exquisite and with our deck door open a breeze drifted into the room. When our bags arrived Master withdrew several candles and placed them around the room. Angela was impressed by the candles. I wondered what else was in the bag. I felt like he was setting a stage. I quietly withdrew to the bathroom and showered then changed into the gifts he had bought me. I was a little disappointed that the skimpy thong and bra I had brought as a surprise had been overshadowed before I realized I was looking a gift horse in the mouth. My stomach was in knots of anticipation. I resolved to go easy on the wine so I could remember everything that happened. I adjusted myself into my stockings. The garter belt fit perfectly on my hips. I straightened everything, making sure my nipples shown symmetrically through the sheer bra. I brushed my hair and teeth. I was preparing myself, and for what I had no idea. I stepped quietly out of the bathroom, softly padding up behind my. Master and my new friend. They were on the balcony looking out over the ocean and sipping wine. Without a sound I knelt just inside the door. I straightened my collar, spread my knees as wide as I could, spread my hair over my shoulders and let it flow down my arms. I placed my hands on my thighs, pushed my tits out and bowed my head low, waiting to be noticed. Angela turned first. I watched her feet but I froze in place. She gasped, "oh my god Stephanie, you are beautiful!" I did not move but watched Masters feet. When he turned I leaned forward more, pushing my breasts forward and turned my palms upward in submission. "Master, how may I serve you." I said in my softest voice. "Bring us more wine." he said. I swept up from my knees with all the grace. I could muster. When I returned, pouring their wine, Master clipped a thin, black leash to my collar. He took the wine bottle and with a downward jerk he commanded me to my knees. I sunk to the floor at his feet, turning so that my spread thighs faced him. "Oh shit." Angela said in amazement. "Stephanie, this is... This is what you're like?" I'm not sure she knew how to ask what she was asking, but I didn't answer. I was beginning to feel a familiar, deep, heartfelt desire to please my Master that was overwhelming. I was even more his toy. His fuck toy. His possession. I was aching to feel him over me. Finally he took my chin in his hand and gently lifted my face up to look at him. Only he understood how I was feeling. He answered for me. "Stephanie is the perfect slave Angela. Can you see the look in her eyes? She is mine." He stroked my cheek and tears began to fall uncontrollably from my eyes. I loved him for knowing me so well. He spoke again. "Stephanie, you are free to look us in the eyes tonight. You are free to speak." I whispered, "Yes Master, your slave thanks you." I looked at Angela. I couldn't interpret what was in her eyes but it was beautiful and I knew she was OK with me, with where we were. Master looked at her too. She was quiet for a moment. She looked at me and then at Master and back at me, but she spoke to Master. "Jon, I think I see what you mean. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I don't know what to say." For my part, I was speechless. This was an insight to their conversation and into my Master that caught me off guard and flooded me with happiness. He spoke. "Sometimes I don't know what to say either, but you haven't seen anything yet." I smiled, still unable to form words that I thought would make sense. Master was not at a loss though. He asked Angela if she would like to shower and she did. While she was gone Master sent me to the bed where I knelt quietly. He rummaged through his bags and sat on the deck. Angela returned from her shower with a towel wrapped around her. "All I have is my swim suit. Do you mind if I call for a robe or something?"she asked as she stepped onto the deck. Master walked into the room and started to say something to me but stopped himself. He went to his bag and pulled out a silky looking blue robe. "Will this do? I bought it for Stephanie but she won't mind." He smiled at me wickedly and tossed it to her. She caught it and looked at me as if to ask if it was OK. I Iooked back at her and giggled. "Slave!" I stated flatly as if she had forgotten.. We all broke out in laughter as Angela stepped into the bathroom and returned with the robe on. It fell to mid thigh and was tied at the waist. Her tits filled it our beautifully and it hung on the curves of her hips like it was weightless. The mood shifted in the room at that moment as I looked at her and she looked at me. Master was right on it, and doubled the tension in the room instantly. He walked up and took my leash and placed it in Angela's hand. She froze and Master reached closer to my throat and jerked down sharply. I instantly fell to my hands and knees facing her. He pulled the leash toward her and I crawled forward on the bed until I could easily have kissed her breast. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric and our breathing was the only sound in the room until Master broke the spell. "What do you think Angela?" He said in a deep, throaty whisper. She looked in my eyes. "I don't know." Her honesty drew me to her. I whispered, "Have you ever been touched by a girl?" She shook her head, no. I looked at Master. He turned and sat down in a chair near the bed. The candle light seemed to grow dim around him. He said, "Angela, I give her to you."' Angela paused, then dropped the leash and began to untie her sash. I stopped her. "Let me do that for you." I finished the task and her robe fell open. I looked down her smooth stomach to her sex. It was shaven with a little triangular landing strip. Her skin was an amazing brown. She had no tan lines. She was as exotic and beautiful as she was intelligent and fun. I whispered to her. "I will do anything for you. You can do anything to me. I'm yours." And I nuzzled her robe to the side with my nose until I could kiss her breast near her nipple. She grabbed my hair and I felt her resistance begin to melt away. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began to suck softly. "Yes." She gasped. I sucked harder, still on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She still standing in front of me. I pushed my nose under the other side and found her other rock hard nipple. I began to suck it. Her fingers were tangled in my hair. I sucked a mouthful in, flicking my tongue over her nipple. Masters voice drifted between us. "Angela, she will only do what you tell her to do." Disappointment hit me. She might not have realized it but that was a command. I slowly decreased my sucking and reluctantly let her nipple fall out of my mouth. I left my lips parted and looked up at her. She looked back at me and then crawled onto the bed, turning on her back and resting against the pillows. "Come here" she said. I crawled over to her, up between her thighs but stopped there, my tits hanging over hers and my lips inches from hers. Our thighs touched. My hair fell down over my shoulders and brushed against her skin. She responded to the feathery touch with a small jerk that went from head to toe. This was getting fun. Master spoke. "Be careful Angela, she may be a slave but she is also devious." I was pissed. He called me out. I remained motionless over her. Her body was reacting as she squirmed a little. My pussy was dripping wet. I could feel the cool air against my wet panties. She was catching on. She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back. Her tongue poked between her lips and I gripped it with my lips and sucked on it. She melted a little. She grabbed my hair and pressed me down onto her tit. I kissed it teasingly. She was getting it. "Suck it please." She whispered. "Yes, mistress." I replied in a low seductive voice. I returned to what I already knew she liked and sucked her nipple like It was a little cock. This was not only a performance for her after all. I knew the love of my life was watching. I continued until she pulled my head to the other nipple. As I sucked she let the robe fall down her arms and pulled them out of the sleeves. My temporary owner was naked. Without warning I felt something cold against my ass. I jumped a little and suddenly I felt my panties pulled tight against my crotch and then they fell away. My master had cut them off. I was afraid the blade would scare Angela but she had not noticed. Her eyes were shut. I sucked harder on her nipple as I felt the blade slip under my bra strap and with another quick snap it fell away. The black garter and stockings were all I had left. I felt his hand on my ass and then he was gone. Angela's legs were parting further and she was lifting her pussy up toward me. I stayed on her tits, not budging until I felt her hands in my hair pushing me downward. I yielded willingly, brushing my leash to the side as I kissed my way down her belly. I could smell her pussy and I wanted to taste my virgin owner, but I was also in a playful mood. I had to obey, but only what I HAD to obey. As my mouth hovered over her pussy I paused, blowing on her pussy, teasing her. She finally broke as she pushed up toward my mouth and I backed off, kissing the inside of her thigh. "Oh fuck me," she growled. "Lick my..." I grabbed the moment. She had said "fuck me" and in the heat of the moment I shoved my finger into her pussy. She let out a moan, almost backing away from me until she realized she wanted it and I felt her pussy tighten on my finger. Her hands were still in my hair and she shoved my face against her pubes. "Lick it Stephanie," she moaned loudly enough that I'm sure it could have been heard well outside our room. I giggled inside as I splayed my tongue out over her pussy and pulled it upward, pushing her lips apart and the pressing the hood of her clit upward until I felt the firm little button of her clit. It was larger than I had ever experienced and in my mind this was the it she had ordered me to lick. I pushed another finger up inside her to give her something to grip onto and curled them around. I wasn't playing anymore. I was going to please this woman. I sucked her labia into my mouth, pressing them together with my lips. They were long and thick. I pulled at them with my lips. I pushed them apart with my tongue and pinned them open with my lips then licked her clit gently as I fucked her harder and harder with my two fingers. Her hips picked up the rhythm of my tongue and I knew I had found what felt good to her. As she cried out I learned more of what she wanted. I kept the pace until she pulled my face down hard. It hurt my lips and I loved it. I swirled my tongue over her clit and her orgasm hit. I felt a flood of cum over my fingers and her Latin hips swung wild against my face. She was pulling my hair. I was in heaven. I kept it up until she pulled me away from her pussy but I gripped her thigh with my arm and drove into her clit. She never said a word and I was relentless. I fucked her as deep as my fingers could reach and flicked my tongue and lips over her clit crazily. Her next orgasm had her panting and trying to crawl backwards away from me on the bed but I held on until I felt her calming down. As she slowed down I slowed my pace until her breathing started to slow too. I drew my fingers out of her very slowly. Her hips And her pussy twitched involuntarily with my movements as I withdrew. Her cum was all over my face. I heard him in the background. "Kiss her girl." I crawled up her body, dragging my tits along her stomach and pressing them down onto hers as I placed my lips gently onto hers and paused.. She had never been with a girl. I could taste her cum and her smell had overwhelmed my senses. She was delicious. As she realized what I was doing, I knew she could smell her sex on me. I circled her lips with my tongue and kissed her again. This time she responded. I pushed my tongue into her mouth but hers pushed back. She began to suck my lips and all I could think was that she might someday taste me. My lips were sore. For me that meant I had done my job. As she backed away from kissing me she stared into my eyes. I felt like she was reading me. Her gaze penetrated me. I smiled back at her but I couldn't hold the stare. I backed away and lay my head on her breast, feeling her breathing. She wrapped her arms around me and I looked up at her, questioning. "Have I been a good servant Miss Angela?" "Servant?" She replied, "You're a fucking goddess." I giggled, wondering how Master would take my ego down a notch. At this point I needed it. The next chapter will be the continuation of this night. All I can say is that I was never allowed to sleep and that writing these memories feels like it has made them last forever. It feels like they have become more than a memory, more than an experience. It feels like I have.honored two people that I love, and the story of that night isn't even close to done. The next chapter may the most sex filled thing I have ever written. I promise, it is cumming very soon.

1:23 Ch. 06

"Um ... Harriet?" Donny Stevens said. "Can you hear me? Some chick that looks like Storm from the X-men calling herself Kate is standing right in front of me. I think she killed Huxtable your peacock avatar. Did I say she was naked?" Storm or Kate seemed to notice she was holding the dead peacock in her hand for the first time. She gave it a curious look then heedlessly chucked it aside then focused her gaze on Donny. It seemed like she was looking at him, it was hard to tell with her white on white glowing eyes. "Hey ... ah ... Kate right?" Donny said. "Do you know where I can find my friend Kent Orlando? He's on the tall side, dark hair, light brown skin, plays basketball, likes Asian chicks?" Kate stepped toward Donny. Normally he would be all for a naked chick coming his way, especially one that looked like Halle Berry, but there was something frightening about her that made him step back. "Are you from the other world?" she asked. Her voice went from hollow to gravelly, the modulation totally wonky. "Whoa ... yeah, sure, I guess," he said. She sounded like a storybook witch played back on a malfunctioning reel to reel. "Witch?" Kate said looking hurt. "Do I look like a hag to you?" Her voice changed, it was softer now, feminine ... almost sweet. She ran her hands over her firm brown breasts then dropped one hand down low and traced the edges of her silvery pubic mound with an index finger. "You're totally beautiful," Donny said. "You reading my mind like Neffie did, right?" He kept backing up. "Yes, I can see your scattered thoughts. I will help you find your friend Kent," she said still advancing. "But first I need to destroy the corruption he has created in this world." She's a total psycho hose bitch, Donny thought then cringed as sparks jump from her white glowing eyes. Clearly she didn't like being called a psycho hose bitch. He kept backing up. "Don't you want to fuck me Donny?" she asked as her eyes crackled. "I get this feeling that you want to FUCK ME UP not fuck me." "You'll die happy," she said. She rushed him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He struggled to break free but her grip was like steel. "Just one kiss and it will all be over." "Harriet!" Donny yelled. "This would be a good time to get me the fuck out of here!" Kate pulled him in for the kiss of death. "This is just a game! I'm gonna wake up in the la-z-boy in Harriet's lab!" Fantasy or not, the thought of dying freaked him out. "Dying is easier than you think," Kate said. Her voice was back to the raspy witch. Harriet!" he yelled. Just when their lips were about to touched, Kate let him go, he stumbled back, lost his balance and fell on his back at her feet. Whoa," he said as he watched the tip of something sharp and metallic grow from Kate's body just below her ribs under her heart. She twitched then dropped to her knees. Donny screamed when he saw someone standing just behind Kate. It was a slim Asian girl dressed all in black with outrageous red hair. The metal thing extending from Kate's chest grew out ten more inched or so. Donny realized that the metal thing was the tip of a samurai sword in the hands of the Asian girl. Kate's eyes went from crackling white to dull gray then she flopped flat onto her face next to Donny. Donny let out an unmanly yelp and scrambled to his feet. "You fucking killed her," he said, freaked out and fascinated all at once. "She is legion," the girl said, as she put a boot on Kate's back and pulled her sword out. A fluid, thick and black like old motor oil coated the blade. "It will take more than one stroke of a sword to kill this monster." "Whoa ... I know you. You're Rila Fukushima," Donny said with awe. "Yukio," the girl said. "Right, the ninja chick from the second Wolverine movie." "No movie, I lived it," she said. "Whatever," Donny said. "I'm just glad you showed up." "Thank Neffie she sent me," Yukio said as she rubbed the black stuff off her sword on the side of her right boot. "So this Neffie just conjured you up from nothing?" Donny asked. "Not quite. She fished me out of Kent's fantasies." "Why not mine?" he asked. "You're not wearing the Brain Tube so she has no access to your subconscious," Yukio said. "Thought everyone here can read my mind?" he asked. "Just the surface thoughts. You are picturing me naked as we speak. I look great naked if you like slim girls." "Sorry," Donny said. "Now what?" "I keep you safe from Kate's legion until Neffie can find Kent and Alice." "Who's Alice?" "Local Goddess recently rendered homeless," Yukio said. She sheathed her sword and led him to a closed door marked exit. She pushed the door open and weirdly, they stepped out to an empty field in the middle of nowhere. No walls surrounded the door yet he could see into the dorm hallway they had just crossed from on the other side. "Whoa, Donny said. "This is like stepping into a Rene Magritte painting." "Most people would say Dali," Yukio said. "Magritte was always my favorite surrealist." The moment Yukio shut the door it winked out of existence. "Kate and her minions are that way. We go opposite," she said and started in a direction that seemed random to Donny. The landscape stretched off to the an empty horizon in all directions. He looked up at the sky, it was gray and defused much like an Ohio February day just before snow fall. Donny shrugged and fell in step behind Yukio. She was tall for an Asian girl, five six or seven. The complex flow and flexing of her ass muscles as she walked intrigued him. "Glad you're enjoying the view," she said keeping her pace, not looking back. "I'm in real trouble with this mind reading thing 'cause I'm a total sexist pig," Donny admitted. "That's okay. I have two sharp swords," she said. Donny laughed. She didn't. After a few minutes of him failing not thinking about Yukio naked or checking out her ass, he thought that conversation might keep him on the straight and narrow. "So ... you're a manifestation of Kent's sexual longings?" "I don't like the word manifestation. Makes me sound insubstantial," she said without looking at him. "You are pretty slim," Donny said. Yukio stopped in her tracks and drew her sword. "Whoa! Hey! Just joking!" "Look," she said pointing off in the distance with the sword. "Holy shit," Donny said. An enormous structure about a half mile ahead filled the horizon. "Where the fuck did THAT come from?" "Don't know," Yukio said. "Is it a Kate legion thing?" "No, Kate is behind us. This is something else." "Looks like that wall from the Game of Thrones," he said. "Hey, weren't you in that show?" "There's a dark feature over that way," she said, ignoring his comment. "May as well make for it." It took them a half hour to get to the feature. It turned out to be an opening about ten feet wide with impossibly high sides forming a ravine that went on forever into the distance. "Looks kind of scary. We go around?" Donny asked. "In every movie you've seen do the people EVER go around the long way?" Yukio asked him. "Gandalf from Lord of the Rings should have gone around," Donny said. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" he bellowed doing his best Gandalf the Gray. "You just summoned a balrog," Yukio said gravely. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean—" "Just joking," she said with an impish smile. "Mean girl," Donny said annoyed but totally relived that there was no balrog on the path. Yukio threw herself at him and kissed him hot and heavy. It was so unexpected that he barely kissed back. Just when he was getting over the shock of a beautiful awesome chick crawling all over him, she ended the kiss and stepped away from him. "Wow ... what was THAT all about?" he asked "Just an impulsive reaction from a sexual manifestation," she said with a sly smile. "You are a far more interesting person then you let on, Donny Stevens," she added in a serious tone. "Man ... I wish more chicks thought that way in the real world," he said. "This IS the real world," she said as she stepped through the opening in the wall. "No Balrogs right?" he asked wanting more reassurance as he followed her through the opening. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Harriet Kono sat on a cold metal stool looking at her laptop and monitoring equipment. Donny had been under with the auxiliary helmet for three minutes and all hope of staying in contact with him was dashed to pieces in the first thirty seconds. The time distortion made it impossible for her to talk to him. She made out the occasional word but had no idea what Donny was trying to communicate. A list of words and phrases uttered by him sat in her lap. \*Harriet (he said her name four times) \*Kate (three times) \*Huxtable \*Storm (twice) \*Yukio (three times) \*You shall not pass (Expressed loudly) \*Balrog She considered pulling the plug and getting Donny out but she had no idea if he was making progress or not. She remembered how hard it was to navigate in Kent's fantasy world. Best give him more time and besides he could easily bring himself out if he so chose. "Whoa ... Scarlet Johansson ..." Donny mumbled. It was the name of the actress from the Avenger movies. Harriet wrote it down. "Hope you're not screwing around like Kent," she said. Donny lay on the reclined La-z-boy. Kent lay near by on the hospital bed. Wires connected Donny's less fancy head gear to the master Brain Tube on Kent's head. With a stitch of dirty guilt, She pulled aside the sheet covering Kent's lower half. This was so unfair. Over the years, she had successfully kept men from getting in the way of her career path yet here she was having to deal with a raging hardon (maybe two now) that threatened to sour her big break with Imperial Corporation. "I can fix this," she mumbled and went back to her laptop to check the progress of her Killer Hive Tracker program or KHT for short. The best people at Imperial had designed it just for her. They promised that KHT would purge her system of unwanted programs and viruses when launched. Yet according to her data one percent still remained from her failed Alice test. Apparently, the KHT was mere hype. Her eyes flickered to Donny. Over the last two years she had hardly thought of him. Now here he was in her life again. Back in Ohio when she was still dating Donny, she had asked him who his favorite porn star was. He had told her it was Sasha Grey. It perplexed him that someone as naturally beautiful as Sasha would CHOSE to be a porn star. Donny confessed that part of his attraction to Harriet was that she looked a lot like Sasha Grey particularly her figure. Right in front of him she had Googled Sasha Grey and down loaded one of her movies. It was a total gangbang with double penetration. Donny was embarrassed and told her they could stop watching but Harriet insisted on watching it all the way to the bukkake facial at the end. Then they watched a couple more of Sasha's movies in a row. Sasha did it all, apparently she held no boundaries. Harriet's fixation with Sasha Grey started on that night. In a rush not unlike an LSD flashback, images of her ravaging in Kent's Brain Tube fantasy filled her mind. She sat down heavily on the arm of the la-z-boy to steady herself. It disturbed her how the brain tube had found and used her sexual secrets against her. "Not against me ... for me," the scientist in her corrected. "It's a machine with no emotional intent. It used my fantasies because that's what it's programed to do." But it had all felt so ... personal like the brain tube was enjoying her discomfort. Case and point, the degrading things that the wicked witch of the west and her minions had put her through. "Nonsense," she said with a shake of her head. "The brain tube doesn't think. I do." She pulled her head back to the moment and focused on solving the communication problem with Donny. Huxtable was her best bet and she tapped her laptop screen to check on his progress. Normally, his activity bar was a bright turquoise but now it was all white. "I don't remember switching you off," she said as she touched the computer screen to bring Huxtible's program back up. 'Unable to access deleted program,' flashed on the screen. "What the hell?" Harriet said and tried to bring Huxtable up again. She got the same message. "Weird," she said as she started in on making a new avatar. She had picked the peacock at random from the stock images provided by the computer. Just as she was about to pick a rabbit for the new avatar, she paused. The new icon had to get Donny's attention so what use was a stupid rabbit? After perusing the list of uninspiring images, an idea popped in her head. She went to her store of saved JPEG images and imported one to the avatar creation program. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* "They were clinging to the outside of the ship from when we rescued you two," Zoe Washburne said to Kent Orlando and Alice Mihara. They stood in the cargo hold of the legendary spaceship Serenity along with Kaylee Frye, River Tam and Inara Serra. At their feet lay a misshapen figure that appeared vaguely human. It didn't have much of a head and no neck, it's mouth obscenely wide and full of needle like teeth, its lidless bug like eyes a blackish green, sickly skinny arms and feet ended in sharp claws designed for shredding. The thing had a second mouth slit across its belly just as toothy as one in its head. The whole body was jet black even the teeth. Kent recalled a painting he studied in art history class by a guy named Hieronymus Bosch. The painting was titled 'The last Judgment' depicting a fifteenth century vision of hell. The dead thing at their feet looked a lot like the nightmarish creatures that abound in that hellish painting. "They came in via Inara's hitched up ship," Zoe said. "They ripped through one of the escape pods. By the time the emergency seals kicked in three got in." "I have a hole in my ship?" Inara asked. "Nothing duct tape won't fix," Kaylee said. "You said three of these freaks got in?" Kent asked. "River killed one in the engine room and I killed this one," Zoe said. "Everybody grab a sharp stick. Its hunting time." Assault rifles were handed out to everyone except Kent. He was given a crowbar. "Why don't I get a bad ass rifle?" he complained. "You're a second string college basketball player," Zoe said. "Nothing personal. Make sure you're loaded with energy bursts. Last thing we need is a hull breach." "None of you would exist if not for me," Kent said with bruised manly pride. Ignoring Kent, Zoe said, "Alice, you go with Inara and search her ship and the upper decks. Kaylee and I got the drive room and storage. River, take Kent and search the ducts and maintenance shoots. After we kill the thing we can get back to rescuing Alice's friend." River shouldered her assault rifle and led Kent to a ladder on the far wall in the storage bay. They climbed down into a narrow crawl space. "Hope we don't run into that nightmare in here. This is creepy," Kent said. "I like the crawl spaces and 'tween decks," River said. "From here I can watch the other crew members unnoticed." "Like watching your brother make out with Kaylee?" Kent asked. "Yes. I use to watch Zoe and Hoban do it all the time when Hoban was still alive. Malcolm kissed Zoe once. Inara and Malcolm have done it twice. I don't know why they don't do it more often. The are SO into each other. Sometimes Jayne brings his dates on board when we dock. He has a thing for hookers with blond hair and big boobs. I make it with Jayne every now and then but the poor man really is scared of me." "Are you upset that you're stuck with me on this snipe hunt?" Kent asked as he ducked to get pass a bundle of cables. "Zoe put us together because she knows you'd be safe with me." "I have an idea," Kent said. "Why don't I do that time stop thing. It would make it easier to track down the monster." "I already tried that," River said. "The devourers are unaffected by your power." You want to make out?" "Um ... aren't we suppose to be looking for the um ... the devourer?" "You're afraid of me too?" "Um ..." "That's okay everyone is." A sound came from above. He and River looked up just as a dark shape fell on them. Kent screamed and swung with his crowbar. Panic and luck was on his side and he smacked the thing square in the chops. Black teeth went flying every which way. "Mother fucker! He yelled as he went at the thing hitting it over and over again with the curly end of the crowbar. With every blow, black stuff thick as chocolate syrup splashed him and walls of the narrow space. A long time later, Kent stopped swinging his crowbar. "It's devouring is at an end," River said. Black monster blood had splashed across her pale beautiful face. "Not bad for a bench warmer!" he yelled at the dead thing then gave it a couple of hard kicks. "Do you want to make out now?" River asked him cocking her head to the side. Kent grabbed her and pulled her slim body against him. Covered in devourer blood, they kissed. A voice came at them from the ladder entrance above. It was Kaylee. "I heard yelling. You guys okay?" They broke the kiss. "Kent killed it," River said still in his arms looking at him with her big eyes. "With the crowbar? Really?" Kaylee asked. "What's up?" Came a distant voice from above. It was Zoe "Kent killed the ugly," Kaylee said. "With just the crowbar? Really?" Zoe asked sounding closer. "According to River," Kaylee said. "Get up here, River," Zoe said. "Drive us to Alice's friend. Kaylee, help Kent drag the thing to the the cargo hold with the other dead ones. I don't want it stinking up 'tween decks." Still looking in River's beautiful eyes, Kent said, "I got it, Kaylee. It don't weight much." "I understand. It's your kill," River said. She tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Sometimes it's fun to kill." She smiled and pulled away from him. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Yukio and Donny marched down a cobblestone path about ten feet wide, sheer gray granite walls rose up on either side way above their heads. They had lost sight of the entrance a long time ago. "I know that this is gonna sound crazy," Donny said, "but this place is weirdly familiar." He touched one wall and looked up. "Not far from Lake Oliver is this rocky canyon. This wall looks just like that canyon wall. Kent and I used to go rock climbing there. I even took Harriet there a couple of times before we broke up." "Maybe you formed a fold," Yukio said. "What's a fold?" "Your own personal world based on your psyche like Kent or Alice," Yukio said. "I can make stuff up then?" "Give it a try." "Ah ... Black Widow in a bikini!" Donny looked around but Scarlet Johansson didn't appear on the path. "Poor gaijin," Yukio said with a fake sad face. "This is clearly not your fold." "I'm not gaijin," Donny said. "This is the USA. You the outsider here." Yukio gave him a sidewards glance as they walked. "Why do you play the baka?" "The what?" "The fool," she said. "I can see inside your head. Your IQ is high. You read a lot, your retention rate is high yet you act like a brainless stoner. You could go to university like Kent yet you chose to work at a Trader Joe's in Byle, Ohio." "I'm just a lazy good for nothin'" he said. "Bull shit," she said. He laughed, her accent made bull shit sound exotic. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." "You're still picturing me naked," she said. "I'm soooo glad real chicks can't read minds." "I know it's hard for you to understand this but this IS the real world, Donny." "When I take off the brain tube, it's game over. I go back to Trader Joe's." "When you visit a friend in another town and then leave do they cease to exist?" "Is this like the tree falling in the forest thing? Too existential for me hot mama." "Your use of the word existential proves you play the fool. Anyway, when you leave the world of the helmet our lives continue on. We live or die if that is our karma." "What's it like to die?" he asked. "Don't know. I've done a good job avoiding that so far. Something is different up ahead." She pulled out her main sword. Donny squinted and saw that it was getting brighter a few hundred feet ahead. "You got a smaller sword at your hip," he said. "You should give it to me so that I can help you fight." "You'd only cut off your chinpo," she said. "Is that dick in Japanese?" She didn't bother to answer as she flattened against one wall and moved toward the light cautiously. He fell in behind her. After a couple of minutes, Donny said. "I think its a door up ahead." "And they know we're coming," Yukio whispered. "Someone watching you think?" "No ... They can hear your blabbering." With Donny embarrassed into silence, they moved closer. It turned out to be one of those revolving doors like at a downtown office building. "Why does this look so familiar?" Donny whispered. "And why can't you keep your mouth shut?" Yukio whispered back. Donny cringed. "Never mind," she said at full volume. "Stealth is pointless now." "Is this part of a fantasy from Kent's mind?" Donny asked. "I would have guessed Alice but Kate has destroyed all of her fold as far as I know. Neffie is the oldest creation here in the brain tube. She has developed a tiny fold of her own but I just came from there. Whatever this is it is not from her either." "Maybe it's Harriet?" Donny said. His eyes widened. "Shit on a shingle! It is!" "Harriet Kono?" Yukio ask, a doubtful expression clouded her elfish face. "But she has never used the brain tube, only the auxiliary helmet." "Did the real Neffie chick ever use the Brain Tube?" Donny asked. "Our Neffie is a creation born of Alice's mind," Yukio said. "There you go. You don't need to use the Brain Tube to make a fold thing." "Okay, convince me," Yukio said. "Why do you think this could be Harriet's fold?" "I used to date her read my mind take a look." "Just tell me," Yukio said with a roll of her eyes. "Okay, first this path that looks like the canyon back in Ohio. One night Kent dared Harriet to climb the wall topless. She did. She was so sparked after that she nearly killed me in bed back at her place. Number two, that door. One of Harriet's favorite things to do was tell me about porn movies that turned her on. There was this Zenra Japanese thing she went on about where all the chicks in the movie were bottomless. It was at an office building. She described THIS revolving door in detail." "Maybe you're right," Yukio said. "Harriet has been in and out of the world often enough to form a fold." "This is Harriet's fold," Donny said mostly sure. "In we go," Yukio said and boldly stepped in the revolving door. Donny quickly followed not wanting to be left alone on the creepy stone path. The door spun and they found themselves in a brightly lit office space bustling with activity normal to offices the world over ... with just one major difference, all the females that Donny could see were bottomless. "Yep, this is Harriet's world." "Neffie told me about this place," Yukio said. "At the time she had assumed it was a dark fragment of Alice's fold. Alice must have just been hiding out here. Pretty gutsy considering that Harriet was out to kill her." "Sure," Donny said barely listening. The place was full of hot bottomless women and his eyes roamed everywhere. "Harriet told me how she wanted to be one of the chicks in the movie." A totally hot blond pushed a supply cart right pass him and he focused on her pink naked ass as she walked away. "One night Harriet dragged me to a public park in Byle near Lake Oliver. She dashed around with no pants on for an hour. She was totally hot to go after that." "You have to remove your bottom," said a woman with long dark hair seated at a nearby desk. Donny's eyes widened in wonder. "No way! You're Courtney Cox!" "Monica Geller," the woman at the desk corrected. "The Friends character, right, cool." And she's totally bottomless under the desk, he thought. "We all are," Monica said easily reading his mind. "The young miss with the swords has to remove her bottom if she wants to stay." Yukio gave Monica a contemptuous look. "Sorry, thems the rules," Monica said. "And if I don't comply?" Yukio asked. Monica shrugged. "I call security and a big ugly nightmare clown will come down and tear you into little pieces." She picked up the phone on her desk and put it to her ear. "We're leaving," Yukio said. She and Donny turned to find that the revolving door was gone. "I don't think we want her to make that call," Donny said with a lump in his throat. He had heard from several people in this world that a Brain Tube version of himself had been eaten by a clown. "Do I get to keep my swords if I abide by the rules?" Yukio asked. "We have no policy about swords," Monica said. "So yeah, I guess." "Sorry," Donny said to Yukio but was totally relieved that she was willing to comply. "We are all manifestations at the mercy of twisted minds," Monica said. "Just be glad that going bottomless is the worst that you have to do today." She still had the phone to her ear though. Clearly not happy, Yukio pealed down her clingy black tights to reveal black boyshort panties. With a darkening expression, she dropped the panties revealing a tight slim ass and a cute trimmed black patch of hair. Donny was mildly disappointed that her pubic hair wasn't bright red like the hair on her head. "Baka," Yukio said, obviously reading his stupid thoughts. Monica put the phone down and held out a hand to Yukio. Yukio's handed the tights and panties to Monica who then neatly folded them and put them in a drawer in her desk. Monica stood up giving view to her naked bottom and jet black patch. Donny burst out laughing. "My nudity funny to you?" Monica asked clearly crossed. "No! No! You're beautiful!" he said quickly. "Is Phoebe and Rachel about?" he asked with great interest. "Follow me," Monica said and headed down an aisle between a long row of office cubicles. As he eyed Monica's naked ass up ahead, he whispered to Yukio, "One night, Harriet and I binge watched early friends episodes. Harriet had a blast putting the characters in outrageous sexual situations. She gave me an awesome hand job as she told me in detail the things she wanted to do to Rachel green in particular." Donny slowed and dropped back a step so that he could have a good view of Yukio's naked bottom too. Yukio mumbled a string of curses in Japanese and tighten the grip on her sword. This time, Donny had no trouble keeping his mouth shut. Monica peeped into a cubical. "Hey Pheebs," she said. "Where's Rachael?" A young Lisa Kudrow AKA Phoebe Buffay was reaching for something on a high shelf. Naturally, she was bottomless and Donny enjoyed the view. "She volunteered for special assignment today," Phoebe said as she turned around flashing her light brown pubes. Donny liked this view too and wished that she was fully nude. Of the three Friends stars, he thought Phoebe had the best figure. "Thank you," Phoebe said giving him a wide smile. "So, not only am I comical, I'm an ugly old hag too?" Monica said totally offended. "Doogh!" Donny said slapping his forehead. Yukio rolled her eyes. "Find a repetitive song and roll it around in your head. That will cover your thoughts." "Really?" "Yes!" Yukio said. "Do it now! I'm tired of hearing your inane thoughts!" "Let's see," Donny said. How about this one?" He sung, "It's a small world after all—" "NOT THAT ONE!" Yukio, Phoebe and Monica yelled. After a quick mental inventory of songs he knew, Everclear's Santa Monica filled his head. "Better," Yukio said. "I LOVE that song," Phoebe said. "We're gonna look for Rachel," Monica said to Phoebe. "I wanna come!" Phoebe said totally excited. She grabbed a clipboard, clutched it to her chest and paraded out with the others. Donny drifted back to view of the three famous butts ahead of him. " ... swim out to the breakers and watch the world die ... " Yukio sung through clenched teeth. "Weren't you in that Pitch perfect movie?" Donny asked her. Yukio's right hand shot up to her long sword and he shut up. "What's Rachel's special assignment?" Monica asked. "She's giving a live stock market report to the shareholders," Phoebe said. "Yow," Monica said. "Hope the crazy chick knows what she's getting into." "Up the ladder of success she always says," Phoebe said. "Up somthin' that's for sure," Monica said with a snort. They arrived at a door marked Communications Center. Monica held it open and everyone pranced onto the set of a TV news studio. A stylish news desk surrounded by big bulky cameras filled most the space. Behind the news desk was a jumbotron cycling the SNP, NASDAQ, KIKKEI and European exchanges. The place was a bustle of activity. Men is white shirts and ties scrambled everywhere doing news room stuff. Standing off to one side were two women speaking casually. One was Jennifer Aniston best known as Rachel Green of 'Friends' fame. She wore a black professional business jacket with a tasteful gold broach on the lapel, under the jacket, she wore a simple gray collared shirt and a tasteful men's red and black stripped tie. Her quaffed blond hair hung to her shoulders, her face tastefully made up for the cameras, and like all the women in this place her bottom half was completely bare, a sparse light brown triangle graced the space between her thighs. "Nice," Donny mumbled. "Joey always says she has a pretty bottom," Phoebe whispered. Donny's eyebrows went up. "Whoa ... is Rachel talking to Scarlet Johansson the Black Widow?" He nudged Yukio. "I called her up after all huh?" "If I remember right you call her up with a bikini. I'm guessing she was already here," Yukio said. "Natasha Romanoff is our technical director," Monica said. "Awesome," Donny said. From his angle, he could see Natasha's brownish red pubes between milky white thighs. Up top she wore her classic clinging Black Widow leather outfit with zipper low enough for effect. A dude in white shirt and tie wearing a headset, walked up to Natasha and said something to her. "On in two minutes!" Natasha yelled. Rachael took a seat at the news desk, everyone else scrambled like ants after a swift kick to the anthill. Natasha walked over to where Donny and the group stood. Donny did hid best not to stare at her naked pubes. The Black Widow gave him one of her classic furrowed brows. Worried that his Everclear song had failed to block his REALLY dirty thoughts, Donny swallowed hard. Still frowning, Natasha said, "I heard from some friends that you were eaten by a giant clown mouth in the black fields?" "Um ... I've been getting that a lot," Donny said. "That would be the Kent Orlando manifestation," Yukio said. "I'm the REAL Donny Stevenson," Donny said proudly. Natasha gave him a quizzical look then went back to work. "The clown thing is starting to make sense," Donny said to Yukio. "If this is truly Harriet's whatchamacallit—" "Fold," Yukio said. "Right. Harriet has this deep fear of clowns. But why would she invoke her fucked up fears? According to her, this place is all about fun and pleasure?" "She isn't running the show is my guess," Yukio said. "The helmet is feeding off her desires and emotions from each of her visits. Harriet Kono's fold is running on automatic." "Do you think a killer clown would have come to deal with you?" Donny asked. "My okole is hanging out. What do you think?" He smiled. "I think it's nice. Okole is a Hawaiian word right?" "Quiet please!" Natasha yelled. "Bring up the music." Generic evening news music swelled The guy with the headset took over. "On in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three—" He flashed two fingers, then one, then pointed at Rachel Green. "Hello shareholders and other affiliates, I'm Rachel Green," Rachel said with a big smile. Natasha made a cutting sign at her neck and the music faded out. "Let's see what's up and what's down!" Rachel said still smiling. Numbers flashed behind her. "The Asian markets are flat and losing ground. Europe is on an up tic. The dollar is strong abroad ... " She went into a long dialog about the euro verses the strength of the dollar. If Donny didn't know that she was totally naked under the desk, he would have thought this as a normal boring business report. With her eyes on an I-pad, Natasha moved between the two main cameras. Donny followed her lovely naked ass as she paced. "Let's hear from our European expert, Cece," Rachel said. A slime and very attractive dark skin woman in a tight dark blue turtle neck sweater and nothing else stepped onto the set. Donny got a sweet glimpse of her downy dark triangle as she sat down next to Rachel. "I know her," Donny said. "Hanna Simone," Monica whispered to him. "Cece, from New Girl," Phoebe added. Natasha turned and gave them a scathing look to quiet them. "How hails the euro, Cece?" Rachel asked "As always, hinged on England staying in the euro zone," Cece said. She went on pleasantly about England's influence on the euro. "She is totally hot," Donny whispered. "I'm gonna binge watch 'New Girl' when I get home." Natasha turned to Monica, and whispered, "Make yourselves useful. Work the line up." "Darn it! Hung around too long," Monica said. "Come on Pheebs." "Do it quietly," Natasha warned then turned back to Cece and Rachael. A bunch of guys in white shirts and ties formed a line in an area away from the news desk. Monica stood facing a guy at one end the line, Phoebe did the same at the other end. The women dropped to their knees and worked the pants open of the guy in front of them. "Whoa," Donny said and slipped closer to watch Monica pull her guy's erection free. She rolled her eyes up at Donny, gave him one of her classic wide smiles then took the stiff cock into her mouth. At the other end of the line Phoebe swallowed a dick too. All the guys in between undid belts and zippers and wiped out perspective erections "You gonna ... you know, help Monica and Phoebe?" Donny asked Yukio. "I'm here to keep an eye on you until Neffie finds her way back not fluff for a runaway Harriet Kono fantasy." "Right," Donny said trying not to sound disappointed. Monica and Phoebe moved to the next guys in line. Phoebe stayed focus on the one erection in front of her, Monica went the multitask route and stroked the erections on either side of her as she mouthed the middle guy. The first guy on Phoebe's side broke from the line, marched to the news desk, stood on Rachel Green's left side, touched his erection to her forehead and spewed a volley of jizz across her forehead, the rest plastered the side of her head and oozed down to her chin and neck. All the while, she kept up her commentary on the state of the euro, although her expression looked a bit pained. "The migrant crisis and the on going Ukraine situation with the Russians must be having has a downward effect on the euro I would suspect." A long string of semen dangled precariously from her chin and jerked around as she spoke. "Whoa," Donny whispered. "You LIKE this weird bukakke ritual?" Yukio asked with a sour look. "Kinda interesting but it was more Harriet's thing." "Why did you break up with her if she was so upfront with her dark desires?" Yukio asked. "A smart attractive girl willing do do dirty things would be every males dream?" "It was her that ended it not me." "You let her think that, but it was you who call it quits. I saw all that before Everclear." Donny shrugged. Two guys in shirts and ties with shiny wet erections flanked Cece. Like a baseball manager sending in a signal to steal, Natasha gave a series pf complicated hand gestures then brushed both hands over her curvy chest. The two dudes sprayed contrasting white lines on the front of Cece's dark blue turtleneck sweater. Anther guy stepped up on Rachel's right. Natasha put two fingers to her lips. The guy blasted her mouth with three gushes. "Do you think the current strains in Europe will mean the end of the euro zone, Cece?" Rachel asked with stuff dripping down her chin and plopping onto the lapel of her black jacket, gray shirt and tie. Two more fresh dicks flanked Cece. Natasha gripped her hair. In unison, the pair spewed cum onto Cece's bangs and the top of her head. Like the jizz on her dark turtleneck, the white stuff stood out in stark contrast with her brown hair. Natasha made an obvious fornication sign with her hands then pointed at Rachel. "Whoa, I thought that this was just a facial thing?" Rachel Green asked with a panicked expression. "Top brass whats more action. Complain to them and please keep to the report," Natasha said The dude Monica was mouthing pulled away from her and walked behind Rachel on the set. Reluctantly, Rachel stood up, a tech slipped in and wheeled the chair away. Rachel leaned forward and put her hands flat on the desk for support as the guy entered her from behind. "I expect a big bonus for this," Rachel said. "Stick to the report," Natasha insisted. "How ... does ... Turkey fit into ... this ... Cece?" Rachel asked with hitches in her voice as the guy aggressively pounded away at her from behind. "A more important question to ask is how are the Greeks and Italians doing?" Cece said. A white shirt gripping his erection loomed in front of Cece. "Calvin! You're blocking me," Cece said irritated. "Move to the right, Calvin!" Natasha barked Calvin moved. "Your other right!" Natasha yelled. Calvin moved again then he ejaculated a long jet that shot pass Cece's face but didn't touch her. "Move in! Get some on her sweater at least!" Natasha yelled. Calvin touched his dick to her left shoulder and sprayed a messy glob there. Cece hiccuped a small laugh. "Keep the focus," Natasha said. "Spontaneity is blown to hell," a white shirt said. Natasha sighed. "There goes MY bonus." "She looked over her shoulder at the line up. "Bone em up, girls. I wanna get this done before commercial break." "You heard the boss," Monica said as she pulled her top over her head then unhinged her bra exposing her lovely B-cups. Phoebe removed her top too. "Excuse me," Donny said to Yukio and he slipped closer to get a better view of naked young Phoebe Buffay on her knees boasted a specular set of high end C's. The line of men in ties had deteriorated and formed into clumps around the two kneeling women. As they worked their circle of dicks, the men liberally felt up the tits and asses of the two TV legends. "Where do you want it?" asked the guy on the set fucking Rachel from behind. "Some on her ass most on the back of the jacket," Natasha said. "I'm sending you the laundry bill," Rachel said. "Get it out of petty cash. Make a note Monica," Natasha said. Monica gave a quick thumbs up but couldn't say a thing since her mouth was full. The guy pulled out of Rachel and followed his direction to the tee by spewing a line on her pale ass then finished off on the back of her jacket. A new guy stepped in and sprayed the left side of Rachel's head getting all of it in her hair. An indignant expression clouded her face and she was an absolute mess. "I want two more on Cece," Natasha said. "I've become a popular girl," Cece said. "Eye fuck the camera please, Cece," Natasha said. With a sexy wanton expression, Cece looked right at the camera. Her beautiful exotic face filled the jumbotron just as two erections closed in on either side of her head. The one on her right let go a jet that hit her right eyebrow. She flinched and closed that eye. "Keep those beautiful eyes open," Natasha said. The guy kept coming and blasted Cece's elegant cheek, a wayward gush stripped the length of her perfect nose. The other erection exploded on her other cheek. Cece flinched and closed both eyes this time. "Lips! Lips! Lip!" Natasha chanted. "Get those lushes lips!" The guy adjusted his aim and sprayed Cece's closed mouth. "Lovely," Natasha said. "Shareholders just gave you a bonus, Cece. Cece gave a thumbs up and did her best not to crack another smile. "It's okay to smile," Natasha said, "All pretense that is a spontaneous moment is out the window because of blabber mouth Rachel and dufus CALVIN." "Sorry," came a male voice from somewhere. A huge smile bloomed on Cece's gooey face, then she started to laugh. "I need two more for Rachel," Natasha said. "We only got one left!" Monica said as she worked the last hardon with her hands. "Get someone," Natasha said. She sounded tired and putout. Naked Monica stopped stroking the last remaining white shirt dude, got off her knees, looked around and locked eyes with Donny the walked his way. "Whoa," Donny said at the sight of her approach. "You've just been drafted into the bukkake army," Monica said giving him a naked salute then dropped to her knees next of all people, Yukio. "Wow ... um thought that this wasn't your thing?" he said looking down at Yukio as she worked his shorts open. Yukio shrugged. "Hazards of being a manifestation of Kent's sexual Psyche. Besides, I kind of like you." Monica griped his freed hardon and guided it to Yukio's warm mouth. "Get the princess on her back and rip her jacket and shirt open," Natasha said to the two white shirts that had just finished with Cece. With their semi hard erections still hanging out, the guys manhandled Rachel onto her back and tore at her jacket and shirt. Rachel gave off a high pitched squeal. "I'm sending you the bill for this too," she said incensed. Clearly didn't caring, Natasha said, "Make sure we can see her tits." All played out on the jumbotron as the dudes spread the ripped garments so that the cameras could record Rachel Green's lushes pale C's and pink nipples. The last white shirt scampered onto the news set. "Sit her up, Myron," Natasha said. "Lick his asshole, Rachel." "What the hell," Rachel said, surprised by Natasha's direction. Myron tuned his butt crack in Rachel's general direction Rachel let out a tiny squeak but dutifully extended her tongue at Myron's ass ring. The guy stroked himself energetically as Rachel reamed him. "That should shut her up," Natasha said. Still seated at the news desk, Cece let out a small laugh as she scraped stuff from one of her eyebrows. The guy Rachel serviced stopped his furious stroking, gripped his erection, turned and shot a jet at the center of her face. "Blech!" Rachel said, as three more monster strings soaked her face from forehead to chin. The action at the news desk barely held Donny's attention. He was FAR more interested in the unexpected blow job from Yukio. "Where's the last guy for the tit shot?" Natasha asked. "Still on the grill," Monica said as she massaged Donny's balls as Yukio vigorously worked the head and length with her mouth and hands. "Oh man," Donny said as he pulled out of Yukio's mouth but instead of heading to the news desk, he gripped his erection and stood his ground. "He's gone rogue," Monica said. "Turn the cameras!" Natasha yelled. Just as the two camera's rolled in, Donny hit Yukio's upturned face with a monstrous pent up blast. Yukio shut her eyes from onslaught and turned her head aside. "Get Monica too," Natasha said urgently. Complying, Donny pointed his spewing organ at Monica Geller and exploded a glob onto her forehead and dark hair. "Whoa!" Monica said. The next blast coated Monica's nose. He refocused on Yukio again and hit the center of her face. The last gush stripped her sensual lips. "Awesome," Natasha said as Donny milked the last dribble on the tip of Yukio's' nose. "You better be getting all of this, Bobby," Natasha said with her hands on her hips. "You bet," one of the cameramen said. We have to go," Yukio said standing abruptly. "Why?" Donny asked pleasantly enveloped in orgasmic afterglow as he looked at the mess he made on her beautiful face. "Neffie is in trouble, I sense it," Yukio said as she swiped her sleeve across her face. She didn't get it all as a gooey string clung to the side of her nose. She turned to Natasha Romnoff. "You promised to help." "Monica, wrap this up," Natasha said. Monica got to her feet and walked over to Rachel still seated on the news desk. "How you doing girl friend?" she asked as she helped Rachel slide off the desk to her feet. "I gotta renegotiate my contract," Rachel said as she rubbed gunk from her eyes. "Me too," Monica said and wiped at her lips. Donny worked at putting his dick away as Yukio grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the door. Natasha followed them out. Whoa," Donny said as he snapped his shorts back in place. Even though they had exited through the same door they had entered the newsroom in, they stood in a totally different hall, this one long that went on forever in both directions. Donny delicately whiped at Yukio's nose to get at the last of the jizz. Natasha chose a direction and broke into a jog. The others followed. In the distance, Donny saw a red glowing exit sign. "We gotta get to her fast," Yukio said to Natasha. "She moves her tiny fold almost every hour," Natasha said. "We have no idea where she is." "A killer program call Kate is destroying Kent's fold as we speak reducing the places she can hide," Yukio said. "With Donny's help I think we can use a summoned door to get to her." "Summoned doors are so unpredictable even at the beat of times," Natasha said. "Who knows where we'll end up with one of Mr. Stoney's doors?" "I ain't a stoner," Donny complained even though he was one. A guard with a riot club hanging from his hip, stood at the exit door. Weirdly, he wore a rubber Halloween clown mask. Clown guard handed Natasha a pair of holsters. "Thanks Lovecraft," she said to the guard as she strapped the holsters to her hips. Looking totally sexy toting guns half naked, Natasha pulled the two guns out and gave them a critical look then holstered them again. Incredibly, Donny's dick stirred in his shorts. This place is giving me one long endless boner, he thought. That alone should make Harriet a billion bucks for her Brain Tube invention. With runny bloodshot eyes, The guard in the clown mask gave Donny a relentless, unblinking stare. "Dude, what's with the creepy mask?" Donny whispered barely looking back. "It ain't a mask," Lovecraft said in a scary deep voice. An ugly unnatural smile bloomed on his way too flexible face. "I ate the face off your double," he said. "Fuck me," Donny whispered. His chest tightened and his happy erection for Natasha's naked bottom withered way. "You did not. Stop messing with him, Lovecraft." Natasha said. Lovecraft pouted. They exited the office building through another revolving door back to the stone path Yukio and Donny had started on. Yukio turned at Donny and said urgently, "Close your eyes and visualize a door!" "Okay." He closed his eyes. "What color is it?" Natasha asked. "Yellow. Now what?" he asked as he opened his eyes. "You stay hear on the path. Its safe enough. Don't go back into the building. The size of that place is deceptive. It will only make you harder to find." "I wanna help rescue that Neffie chick," Donny said. "No," both women said as one. "You'll only get in the way," Natasha said unkindly. The half naked heroines turned and dashed up the path to where ever they were going. Donny watched their naked asses until they disappeared in the distance. "Crazy superhero bitches," he said with hurt manly pride. "I bring a message from Harriet Kono," a voice came behind him. Donny let out a girly scream thus wounding his manhood even further. He twirled expecting to see evil clown guard but to his surprise a woman with beautiful dark exotic eyes stood before him. She had long black hair and a slim but curvy figure. She wore jeans, red running shoes and a snug shirt that showed off her pleasing B-cups. Two beats later he knew exactly who she was. Sasha Grey, porn star extraordinaire. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "What the hell is that?" Zoe asked looking at the projected holo image above her head in the common room of the Serenity. Inara, Kaylee, River, Alice and Kent sat at the meeting table with her. "That is an artificial mini planet some times called moon mansions," Kaylee said. "Only the rich can afford them. Most are no more than a couple of miles around. This is an expensive one. It has a gravity field and atmosphere." "I don't need the geek report just tell me if I can land on it," Zoe said. "Yes you can," Kaylee said. "That moon mansion is swarming with those awful creatures," Inara said. "There must be thousands of them," Kent said. His skin crawled watching the uglies swarm over the surface of the little moon like fire ants on a doomed grub. "What's that green glow around that one building?" Alice asked. "It's an energy shield," River said. "Now we know exactly where your friend Neffie is holding out," Zoe said She must be powerful to create such a thing," Inara said. "I don't know about powerful but she is very smart," Alice said. "We don't dare land," River said. "The devours are bent on destroying Alice. If they sense her they will swarm us." "If we want to get to Alice's friend we have to clear out most those critters," Zoe said. "Kaylee do we still have those federal torpedoes Malcolm stole on Prime?" "We can't use one of those. It will blow the moon away," Inara said horrified. "Not if we take out the nuke," Zoe said. "Then it will be as useless as Jayne's brain," Kaylee returned. "If we shoot the torpedo to the far side of the moon with something in it that they like it might give us a short window to get to the green building," Zoe said. "The only thing the uglies would like is me," Alice said with a frown. "You can't put Alice in a missile and shoot her out in space," Inara said with a shocked expression. "Not all of her. Just a piece of her," Zoe clarified. "A piece of her," Kaylee said incredulously. "I'd expect a lame ass idea like this from Jayne but not you, Zoe. Seemingly out of nowhere, Zoe produced a ridiculously big knife. Alice stood up ready to fight it out. Kent stood up next to Alice. He knew that Zoe was a killer and could easily take him down but he stood with Alice anyway. Alice gave him a surprised expression. "Your hair," Zoe said as she flipped the knife and handed it to Alice butt end first. Alice smiled. The tension in the room melted away. "We are not barbarians," Inara said. "Don't you DARE cut your hair with that knife." Inara slipped out and returned with a pair of scissors, a comb and a Ziploc baggie. She sat Alice in a chair and deftly cut her hair into an attractive boyish bob. Inara handed the bag of hair to Zoe who tossed it to Kaylee. "Get the torpedo ready," Zoe said. "I'll drive. If this works, I'll land us as close to the green building as I can. Alice, Kent, River, pile out and get Miss Nefertiti to the ship." Alice, River and Kent went down to the loading dock to wait for the landing. River and Alice checked automatic rifles and loaded up on ammunition. Inara popped in to hand everyone clip on ear communicators. Again, Kent wasn't offered a shooting weapon. This time he didn't complain. River offered him her favorite sword but he turned it down and stuck with his trusty crowbar. "I will name you Russel," he said holding the crowbar aloft. Alice cracked a smile and shook her head. "Thanks for standing with me," she said. "Big help I'd be against Zoe," he said. "I know, she'd have handed you your ass," Alice said as she slapped a magazine into her riffle. "I like your hair," he said. "Makes you kinda butch." Surprisingly, Alice blushed at the compliment. Kaylee's voice filled Kent's ear. "Torpedo locked and loaded." "Take the belly gun, Kaylee. Inara's got the wing guns," Zoe said in everyone's ear. "Don't wait for a target. Start shooting the moment we land. That goes for the landing party too. Trench warfare one oh one, always get off the first shot to panic and scatter the enemy." Kaylee charged into the loading dock chanting, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She headed to a hatch in the floor that undoubtedly dropped down to the belly gun at the bottom of the ship. "Torpedo launched," Zoe said. All was quiet for ten seconds, then she said, "It's working. Most of the uglies are going after it. A few are holding back. I'm coming down near two doors. Go left at the bottom of the ramp. Get ready for a fight." Kent felt the ship lurch, heard the engines surge. A thump threw him off balance as the ship landed hard. "Sorry," Zoe said. Clearly I'm not Hoban. He always made this look easy." The muffled sounds of the ship's guns starting up. The moment the ramp dropped the gunfire became deafening. Alice and river charged down the ramp firing their rifles. Kent fell in behind them cussing up a storm. The noise and the smoke confused him and he had no idea were they were running to. Adding to the noise of the guns were screaming uglies. He hoped the screams meant the things were dying. The run slowed to a fast walk. Something bumped Kent's right boot and he looked down to see a black claw closed around his ankle from a wounded ugly. He smashed the thing's wrist with Russel then jabbed the claw end into the monster's face. Wetness filled his boot, he was bleeding. The fucker had clawed through the leather and cut him. They were running again and a stab of pain shot up Kent's leg each time he planted his right foot. They stopped at a steel door that shimmered green form Neffie's force field. "How do we get through the door?" Alice yelled. "The uglies have breached the other door further on," Zoe said. "I'll give you cover fire. Get in that way. Let me know when you're safely clear of the door. I'll blow it shut to buy you time." Alice and River headed in what seemed the wrong direction to Kent. Seconds later, both women opened fire at a scrum of uglies pushing into a hole in the building. Uglies twitched and dropped. The women rushed the hole and quickly took ownership of it. Alice shot at uglies trying to come in, River stepped through the hole and shot at those inside. "Clear," River said calmly. It was spooky how composed she was. The party slogged down a long hall. "Blow the entrance," Alice yelled way less serene than River which made Kent feel a little less like a wimp. "Drop, cover up," River said. Kent looked at her blankly getting no meaning from her words. Alice gripped his shoulder and pulled him to the floor. The women covered their heads with their arms, Kent followed suit. A dull thump followed, and just like that, the hole was sealed. Alice screamed as an ugly came out of nowhere and pounced on her back. Kent went at it with his crowbar, River joined in with the butt of her rifle. The monster was quickly dispatched but not before Alice suffered deep gashes on her back and both shoulders. Her blood was silver mercury, totally unexpected on Kent's part. "Your blood," Kent said a little freak out. "Touch me," Alice said to Kent through clenched teeth her pain obvious. Unsure what was expected of him, Kent stood frozen to the spot. "Do as she says," River said. "This is your fold, your touch will heal." Sure that River was just blowing smoke, Kent put his hands on Alice's shoulders. Instantly, her silver oozing wounds healed before his eyes. Inara had called him a god when they were making love. Maybe he was? "Thanks," Alice said sitting up. Kent felt the burn of the cut at his foot. "I could use a little healing myself," he said. "If you focus—" "The main horde is returning," Zoe said cutting Alice off. Kent pulled Alice to her feet and the three charged down the hall to a door. It glowed green with the force field. Then strangely, it started flickering off and on. "Something is up. The force field is weakening," Zoe said. "We see that," Alice said. The flickering stopped. "Shield's gone," Alice said. "Out here too," Zoe said. "Butter hurry it up." Kent reached for the door handle but Alice grabbed him and pulled him aside and said, "Neffie's been under serious attack. She'll shoot the first thing that comes through that door." The three flattened out against the wall away from the door. Alice called out, "NEFFIE! This is Alice!" Gunshots came from the other side of the door. Three dimples pushed at the skin of the door but didn't penetrate for the door was made of hardy stuff. "NEFFIE!" Alice yelled. It's me and I'm with that Kent guy from the other world!" Another shot dimpled the door. "Why won't she believe you?" Kent asked. "This place fucks with your head," Alice said. "I can't tell how many times some killer program pretended to be someone I love to get at me." "Better hurry," Zoe said in everyone's ears. "NEFFIE" Kent yelled. "Read my mind. What song do you hear?" Alice gave him an appeasing look. A couple of seconds later a soft voice came from the other side very near to the door. "Spirit in the Sky." "What about me?" Alice said. "Helter Skelter," Neffie said and the door flew open. Two handguns pointed through the open door. On instinct Alice and River pointed their weapons at the threat. Behind the handguns was the beautiful Scarlet Johansson of Avengers fame. Along side her was a sprite of a girl holding a samurai sword aloft. The girl looked familiar but Kent couldn't quite place her. Oddly, both women were bottomless. Kent recalled seeing Johansson in this state of undress at the start of his adventures. Neffie rushed out of the door and threw herself at Alice and the women hugged hard and fierce. The tiny Filipino girl pulled back and said through tears, "You cut your hair." "Nice to see you again, Mr. Orlando," Scarlet Johansson said. She held out her hand and absurdly, Kent shook it. "Natasha Romanoff at your service. This is Yukio." The slim Japanese girl bowed. "We gotta go," Zoe said urgently. "Our ride's waiting," Alice said. "We can't leave Theodora behind," Neffie said. Before anyone could say anything, Neffie dashed back into the room. "Neffie, we gotta go," Alice pleaded. In the room it was a scene right out of the Walking Dead, broken furniture piled up against all the doors and windows, bodies of dead uglies everywhere. In the middle of the room was a bright red sofa and on it lay a small person with a pale green face. "Mila Kunis," Kent whispered. "Theodora," Neffie corrected. "The last time I saw her, she was flying off on her broom avoiding Harriet who had turned into a killer version of the human torch," Kent said. "Her dress is charred," Alice said. "Harriet must have set her tail on fire," Kent said. Serious cuts marred Theodora's face and neck. Her arms and legs were bound with multicolored rags making her look like a colorful mummy. It would have been funny if it wasn't for the silver substance, namely her blood soaking through the makeshift rags. Her breathing was shallow and raspy. "Man, Harriet really messed her up," Kent said. "She escaped from Harriet with just minor burns," Neffie said. "A bunch of those monsters ambushed her. Even near death she still summoned a protective shield for us." "She brought us precious time," Natasha said "She saved our lives," Yukio added. Kent dropped to his knees at the sofa and put his hands on poor Theodora. The scratches on her face faded, her breathing softened. Her eyes flickered open and she smiled at Kent. "Sorry I'm in no shape for another romp," she said weakly. "Doubt I'm in any shape to have another go myself," Kent said softly. Wicked witch or not, Kent had to admit he had developed an affection for her after the so called romp not too long ago. "We got a ride out of here," he said as he made to pick her up. "No point, I'm dying," Theodora whispered. "I can heal," Kent said as he lifted her from the sofa. He had no Idea how to heal her exactly but he did his best to focus all his power on her. "It's too late," Alice said. "The pain is gone, thank you for that," Theodora said barely above a whisper. "You are too kind to an ugly old witch." "You ain't ugly," he said meaning it. "I love your face." He kissed the end of her crooked long nose. "Oh what a world," Theodora whispered then was gone. "Shit," he said as tears trailed down his face. Alice squeezed his arm. Kent lowered Theodora back down on the sofa. Natasha found a red blanket nearby and covered the body. Neffie laid the witch's crooked broom on top of the red covering. "Get to the ship now!" Zoe said. Neffie led them to the other door that wasn't clogged with rubble and threw it open. Three uglies lingered nearby. Natasha gunned them down. In spite of the sadness of Theodora's passing, Kent couldn't help but ogle the Black Widow's naked ass as she held her shooting stance. Let's hear it for stupid male hormones, he thought. Threat vanquished, they charging up the ramp into Serenity. The wing and belly guns started up again. "They're coming back fast," Zoe said on the overhead. "Hang on to your butts. Soon as I'm clear I'm going into instant warp." "You better let River take the wheel cause I don't think that it's a good—" Kaylee started to say on the communicator but didn't get to finish. Everyone in the hold were knocked off their feet as Serenity lifted off the moon. A few seconds later, the world lost defining edges. An undetermined amount of time later, the world came back into sharp focus again. Kent's head hurt and he felt like puking. "I HATE instant warps!" Kaylee said. Zoe cursed in Chinese. "Somehow they're following. I'm putting a brick on the peddle. Everyone to the common room for parley." Minutes later everyone sat in the common room at the meeting table. Someone had provided Natasha and Yukio with suitable bottoms to wear. "I don't think we can out run them," Zoe said sounding tired. "We go back to the old plan. Find Harriet," Kent said. "Kate is now devouring Kent's fold," River said. "We have to destroy her to save ourselves." "There is a place safe from Kate," Yukio said. "Harriet's fold," Natasha said. "Kate wouldn't dare mess with us there. "Harriet has a fold?" Alice asked. Neffie nodded. "Kent's been there. To be honest, I thought that it was yours, Alice." "Mine?" Alice asked. "Why would you think that?" "It was dark and twisted," Neffie said. "I kind of made an assumption ... sorry." "The naked bottom place and the freaky clowns was Harriet's?" Kent asked. "I had no idea I was hiding out in Harriet's fold," Alice said. "Am I safe if I go back?" She had no love for Harriet and sounded doubtful. "Kent has to call up a door but I think so," Natasha said. "Let's do it," Kent said. "I'm not going," River said. "You'll die if you stay hear, River," Inara said. "If Kent's fold is destroyed I have no world. My brother, Malcolm, everyone I love will be gone," River said as she nervously picked lint off the front of her dress. If Kent hadn't seen her kill with ruthless calm, he'd thought her as a vulnerable young women in need of protection. "I would stay and fight too, River," Zoe said. "But its hopeless against that endless horde. If they can chase us through the vacuum of space there is no place for us to hide in Kent's fold." "She's right, it's hopeless, River. We have to run," Kaylee said. "We have hope," River said. She pointed at Kent. "He can call forth the broken ones." "The what?" Kent asked. "You can't mean the Reavers?" Kaylee said. Are you out of your (Chinese cuss word) mind River?" Zoe asked. "They are mindless murdering monsters." "They're abominations, River," Inara said. "They scare the crap out of me," Kaylee added. "That is exactly what we need," River said. "Killers, abominations, scary monsters. And besides, all the things said about them has been said about me." The room went quiet. River looked at Kent. "Call them forth." Kent looked at Zoe. She gave him a small nod. "Um ... Reavers come hither." "Come hither?" Neffie said doing her best not to laugh due to the seriousness of the moment. Alice frowned and nudged her hard. An emergency siren kicked in. Zoe ran to the nearest control panel and a spherical holo image appeared over the meeting table. Countless little dots of lights blinked on inside the sphere. "Thousands of reaver ships are blipping out of warp just ahead of us!" Zoe said "Oh no," Kaylee said covering her mouth with both hands. Were going to pass right through the middle of them!" Inara said. "We're passed!" Zoe said. "None are following!" Inara said. "They are going to meet the devourers," River said. "Even abominations need a place to live." "You are one brilliant spooky chick!" Kaylee added as she gave River a shoulder hug. "I'll turn the ship around and join them," River said. "Not alone you're not," Zoe said. "Kent, make that door and get everyone off." "I'm staying too," Kaylee said. "Malcolm will be pissed if we don't bring his ship back in one piece." "This is my world too," Inara said. "I'll take the wing guns." Before rushing off to action, each crew member of the Serenity took a moment to give Kent a goodby hug, even serious Zoe Washburne. River lingered after the others left. "Thanks for my existence," she said in his arms. She kissed him hard and long. After the kiss she looked at Alice. "You need to discover what you really are." "I'm a doppelganger, some leftover echo of the real Alice Mihara who wore the brain tube helmet sometime ago," Alice said flatly. River shook her head. "You are a true Batu," she said, gave Kent one last hug then rushed out of the common room leaving Alice befuddled. "Would you please make us that door, Mr. Orlando?" Natasha said.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 2

*Fragile Unbroken 4 Part 2 "Away" Continued: If you have not read part one, you will miss the backstory and the prelude to the sexual encounters described here. (Maybe you prefer that. Either way, I hope you enjoy one of the most intimate experiences of my life.* \*\*\*\*\* I curled up next to Angela on the bed and rested my head on her shoulder. I knew I ought to grasp every opportunity to rest. Master had been resting most of the day and the night was young. My heart was warm and satisfied. Angela stroked my hair and sighed. I could hear her heart beating as I watched my Master. He was quiet so far. Angela fingered my bra on the bed, realizing it was cut. She held it near my face, questioning. "Master doesn't like to waste time." I quipped. She tossed the bra aside and turned to look at him. "No kidding." She murmured. I thought I'd better remember my station. I pushed myself up and started to get to my knees but Angela pulled me down again. "Lay the fuck down." I was happy to comply. I placed my hand on her thigh, very, very close to her wet pussy when a thought occurred to me. She was drenched. Technically I had neglected my duty. I looked up at her, careful not to rise. "Miss Angela, may I clean you?" "May you what?" She had no idea. "It's not right for me to leave you a mess. It's my job to take care of your every need. Master has given me to you. May I please clean you?" "Uh, ok." She was still clueless. Master was watching and I knew every detail of my behavior was tucked away in his memory. I think he also knew I was playing with her. I pushed myself up and cupped my hand over her mound. I pressed in and wiped my hand over her crotch. It came up covered with her cool, sweet cum which I then brought to my lips and began to lick clean. She watched. I think she might have stopped breathing. Next I draped myself over her leg and licked above her pubes, through the little tuft of trimmed hair above her slit, then down each side of her slit and along her warm brown inner thighs searching for any little bit of her nectar. She spread her legs for me and let me finish. My tongue probed along her slit, weaving between the folds of labia. She looked aroused. When I was sure my job was done I pushed myself up to my knees facing her. "Thank you." I whispered through lips still glistening with her cum. She turned to Master. "So how far does this go? I mean, is she like this all the time?" Master sat forward in his chair. "Well, sort of. Answer her girl." As I started talking she pulled me down next to her again. "Asking me to stop living like this would be like asking me to give up my family or volunteer to live in a prison. I am not like most people. I need to be owned. I don't expect you to understand it. It's just who I am. That's kind of why we call it a lifestyle, I guess." She shook her head. "Well ok. I don't need to understand. It's just crazy." She stopped herself. "I don't mean you're crazy. I mean I just never met anybody like you. It's wild." Master stood up. "And you haven't even scratched the surface." He came to the bed and took up my leash. I followed his lead and he took me over to the chair he had been sitting in. He guided me to a seat. He pointed to his pants and I unbuckled them, dragging them down his leg and folding them after he stepped out of them. His cock was rock hard in his underwear. I wanted to touch it. He pointed to his boxers and I did the same to them. His cock sprang free in front of my face. He took off his shirt and handed it to me. I folded it neatly and looked up at him with his cock mere inches from me. He looked back at Angela. She was sitting up, just watching. Master stepped away. He had laid ropes on the table. He told me to turn around on the chair. I did so. He laid me over the back of the chair so that my tits were hanging down and I was resting on my rib cage. My knees were in the seat cushion. Next he tied rope to my wrists and firmly bound them behind my back, then he spun the chair so I was facing Angela. I focused on her eyes as the familiar, warm feeling of security washed over me. I was fully in his power again. I tried to move and his hand came down hard on my ass. Angela winced. I guess I did too. He spanked me repeated, alternating cheeks. He was spanking hard and involuntarily tears formed in my eyes as stinging pain surged through my mind. Angela watched until finally she had to react. "Wait. Why are you hurting her?" Master replied by calling her to where he was. "Look" he said and I felt a finger slide along my slit. I dropped my head down in embarrassed pleasure. "She loves it." he stated. "What the fuck." Angela said, more exclamation than question. She walked over and sat on the bed right in front of me. "You're ok with this?" I nodded, searching for words. "I beg for it." Another sharp whack jolted me. "I don't ever want to lose it." I braced myself but no more spankings came. Master took her hand and took her behind me again. He placed her hand on my ass, guiding her to rub it. It felt warm and comforting. He let go and she continued. "Is it making you uncomfortable?" he asked her. "Well, she likes it. It's not up to me, but no. Not uncomfortable, more... Curious." "Then let's play another way." I heard him in his bag. "Here. Do you think she'll like this?" I didn't hear her answer. All I knew was my naked Master and a beautiful naked woman were behind my naked body looking at me. I felt her soft hand on my ass and then I felt a cool object against my against my ass. She rubbed it around. Master said, "inside her is a good start." It must have been him that snapped the strap of my garter against the tender, beaten skin of my ass. It stung and it was delightful. I felt the hard object slide over my slit against my pussy. She worked it around the entrance and slowly shoved it in. As she pushed it deeper I knew he had given her a dildo, and apparently not a very small one. She pushed until it wouldn't go any deeper. She was turning it and sliding it in and out. It felt wonderful. She was a natural at this lesbian thing. Master walked around me as she fucked me. His cock wagged as he passed my face. He stopped and turned, bending down he pinched my nipples hard. I yelped as he squeezed and twisted them. He didn't stop until I was holding my breath against the pain. The huge cock inside me writhed. It was relentless how she kept it so deep inside me. Master brought his cock to my lips and on instinct I opened my mouth. He stepped forward and it went in. He shoved it deep, just like the cock in my pussy. I was no novice. I was ready as his thick head entered my throat. He pressed it in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I couldn't see Angela but I hoped she was watching. A gasp from behind told me she was. Master pumped his cock into my throat. I was trying to breath through my nose as the cock became all I could sense. Instinctive fear welled up in me just as he pulled it out. I fought not to gag but it was no use. I gagged and his cock came out of my mouth dripping with thick saliva. I gasped for a few quick breaths. "Please, may I have more Master." I begged and no sooner than I had said his name he pushed it in again. My throat was ready and I was into it. When I felt his public hair I did my best to fuck him with my face. He let me, pulling out again when he sensed me getting desperate. My Master knew me so well. He truly was master of me. His cock pushed in. This time Angela timed a firm thrust of the dildo and they both pierced me to the hilt. A muffled squeal came out of me. And as my master withdrew, so did she. The fat dildo left my pussy and I felt empty. Too empty. Master held his cock aimed straight at me and thrust in a little faster. Angela pushed her cock in too. My pussy resisted the fat head until it burst through my hole and both cocks sunk deep inside me. I imagined them touching each other. I felt an orgasm coming. Both cocks withdrew again and I prepared myself for the next assault, but it didn't come. I recovered my senses and looked up. Master had stepped back. He had my leash in his hand. Angela came to his side and he pointed toward the dildo. "Clean it." He ordered. Angela caught on quick enough. She placed the dildo to my lips and I took it in. It was thicker than Masters cock. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it clean, watching her shove it in my face. Master grabbed her wrist as it held the cock poised and pushed. I didn't know if I could handle it but I opened my throat and they pushed it in. He didn't hold it there long. He pulled her wrist and they slowly slid the cock out of my throat. I gagged as it withdrew. It hurt. I coughed and drool slid down my chin. I looked up at them through watering eyes. Master was stoic. Angela looked like she was in awe. I was in my version of heaven as my eyes wandered over their two gorgeous bodies. I had had enough. I considered my safe word which would stop the dildo from entering my throat again but Master could see that it was too much. Looking at them a rush of desire came over me. "Master, please fuck Angela." Angela sucked air audibly into her lungs. Master looked at her and smiled. When she started breathing again her breath came heavily. Master looked back at me. "All in good time slave." His cock was thick and erect. Her breasts were heaving, and here the slave was, slung over the back of the chair with her wrists bound behind her, drool on her chin and cum dripping down her thighs. Master lifted my leash and drew me up. I knelt in the chair, stepping backward awkwardly as he drew me around the chair toward the foot of the bed. He turned me and pushed me backward onto the bed. I landed gently with my hands trapped under my ass. My hair was pinned under me and it pulled my head back. I couldn't see them. Master called Angela to the bed and sat her down next to me. I squirmed, almost pulling hair out of my head but I strained to see them. He stood in front of her gripping the base of his cock. He placed the other hand behind her head and guided her lips to the head. She didn't resist and he pushed into her mouth, letting go of her head as it entered. She grabbed his hand and replaced it at the back of her head as she began to suck him. I was in awe. First he had turned her into a dominant over me, drawing out her instincts with her desire to be pleasured. Now he was bringing out her submissive nature and she was asking ever so subtly to be controlled. I was gushing for him, reminded of all the reasons I had given myself to him. As soon as his hand was behind her head again, he gripped a handful of her thick, black hair. She started bobbing her head on his cock but he pulled her head back. His cock left her mouth with a pop. She looked up at him, but all he gave her was that impenetrable smile I knew so well. "Can you take it?" He asked in a deep, authoritative tone he usually reserved for me. She shrugged her shoulders a little and whispered. "I don't know." I was beside myself. The words "relax" and "breathe" screamed in my head but I lay there quietly watching. He pushed into her mouth. As his cock hit her throat he hesitated but I could see him pressing on her head. She gagged and he pulled out. He let go of her hair and looked at me. "Teach her." He commanded, then he turned and walked naked out into the night air on the deck. She looked at me with distress in her eyes but I reassured her with a smile. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded but she looked stressed. "Yeah, but what happened?" I couldn't really answer that question but I gave her my best. "He wants you to take his cock down your throat. You know, deepthroat. Have you ever done it?" She shook her head, "No." "You can do it." I hoped I was right, just because I knew how I felt when I pleased my Master. I talked her through all the things I tried to do. I told her to take deep breaths to help herself relax, I tried to explain opening her throat and resisting the gag reflex. It was a rough and dirty training session but it was the best I could do. She took it all in and nodded. I told her, "Go to him. Tell him you want to try again. His cock is big, you're going to have a hard time at first. Just resist gagging and keep trying. Tell Him if you think you''re going to throw up." She was nervous. I thought for a moment. "Wait, help me sit up." She did and I was glad. My hands were falling asleep and Master would never want that. I stayed sitting on the bed as she padded out to him. I watched her put a hand on his shoulder. He turned and they spoke. His hand went into her hair and he pulled her head back. She grabbed at his other arm in surprise as he pulled her down to her knees. I could see their silhouette in the soft outdoor light. He pushed his cock into her mouth. After more than one attempt, I watched it sink into her throat and I watched her heave as she gagged. He pulled it out and she struggled a bit but she leaned forward and took it in. This time she pressed forward on her own and took her time. I could see her stomach convulse but she stuck it out and I watched his cock sink in. He rocked his hips into her, gently fucking her face before pulling it out. He released her head and she began to suck him on her own out on the deck in the semi-darkness. She took him down her throat quite a few times. Master obviously enjoyed it. After a good while he pulled her head back by the hair and leaned over and kissed her long and deep. He said something to her and walked inside. He looked at me as he walked past me to the bathroom and I dropped my eyes to the floor instinctively but I quickly looked over at her as she stood herself up. She walked into the room. Her eyes were watering. She looked disheveled but she was smiling. She sat down next to me at the foot of the bed. Turning to me she said, "He liked it." I smiled. "He's not done with us Angela. He hasn't even cum yet." Her eyes widened as she realized I was right. I knew what she must have been thinking. "What the fuck is coming next." I leaned over to kiss her. She met my lips and I could taste him in our kiss. We were swept up by the eroticism and intensity of Masters aura of control and dominance, together. When he returned he poured some wine. He offered it to us. I declined so the two of them enjoyed a glass. Master untied my wrists and sat down in the chair . His thick cock rested against his thigh. I don't know how Angela felt, but it was like his cock was the center of our universe. Angela wandered around the room quietly. None of us spoke. I rubbed my wrists where the ropes had left welts and sipped at a bottle of water. The sexual tension in the room was thick and exquisite. I was familiar with it. I wondered how Angela was feeling. Master finished his wine and went to his bag and pulled out a familiar bottle of almond oil. He turned to Angela. "Are you allergic to nuts?" The question was so random she didn't even answer. I almost laughed. He pointed to the bottle. "Almond oil. Are you allergic to nuts?" She looked puzzled but she replied that she wasn't. He walked over, took my leash and guided me onto all fours on the bed. Angela walked up and stood at the side of the bed. He slipped a finger inside me while she watched then with the same moist finger he rubbed my clit. I convulsed instantly as a long evening of sex had my body revved up and ready to go. He flicked over my clit multiple times, each time I felt myself drawing nearer to orgasm. Each time he pushed his fingers into me I pushed back. He pushed one of his fingers against my asshole as I turned to look at Angela. She glanced at me but her eyes went straight back to what Master was doing. I watched her as two fingers pushed into my ass. I gasped. It felt good. She was focused. Master fucked my ass and my pussy with his hand, harder and faster. I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm building. Masters fingers pulled out of me suddenly. Rudely. I groaned. He had no mercy. He grasped my long leash and pulled it. I turned. "Lay down" he commanded and I complied. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He took Angela's hand and brought it to my aching pussy, he spread my lips wide open and told her. "Hold her open." Her fingers were shaking as she manipulated the folds of my flesh. I'm not sure she had ever touched someone else's pussy. Her fingers held my lips apart and I angled my hips upward. My pussy was on display. I felt like his whore. Master bent down and licked my clit. He pressed her fingers wider apart with his hand so that she was pulling my thin lips wide apart and my clit was uncovered, fully exposed. I could feel his breath. He touched it with his tongue. My body reacted. He stopped. He touched it again. My body reacted. He stopped again. He repeated this for quite a while until I was whimpering. I couldn't stop my hips grinding toward him. He continued. Angela stared at my pussy, adjusting her fingers, keeping me splayed open. "Master." I begged. "May I touch my tits? "You may." He growled and flicked his tongue over my clit again. My body reacted. Angela watched. I grabbed at them, squeezing hard, pinching my nipples softly between my finger and thumb. I leaned forward and sucked one of the nipples into my mouth but i was too close. I couldn't take that. I let go of my nipples and held my tits, squeezing them. "Master please." "Yes girl?" He replied. "May I cum Master?" "No." He replied. I kept my eyes focused on Angela's face as I was losing control. His tongue flicked again. "Master!" I screamed. "No" he said. I was losing it. Angela knelt on the bed close beside me. She was using both hands to hold my pussy wide, the vulva spread tightly open. Her eyes were drilled into my begging cunt. Master leaned over me and his thunderous, huge cock drilled into me. Angela pulled her hands back as his cock entered me. As it buried deep inside me I heard his voice. "Cum now." My fucken body exploded. I bucked my hips against his groin as his cock pressed into me. I was screaming, " Master, master," as I groaned and my body surrendered to him in violent bliss. It seemed to last and last. He held himself inside me as I began to relax and then he started really fucking me, drawing his cock all the way out and then ramming it Into my wet pussy with loud gushing sounds. He fucked me like his whore as Angela kneeled next to us, she couldn't hold me open anymore, but it made no difference as he drilled forcefully into me. I could tell he was near his own climax. I gripped his ass in my hands and pulled him into me as he rammed me with an explosive, hard thrust and grunted out loud. I felt his cum surging into me. I was overcome by his passionate intensity and another of my orgasms joined his. We cried out together into the dark candlelit room with Angela only inches away. Master leaned over me. His eyes closed as his orgasm subsided. He was breathing hard and made little thrusts as the last of his sperm was deposited in my depths. I lay there gripping his ass in exhausted delight. He eventually snaked his long, flaccid member out of me. I felt a gush of hot fluid follow it, running down my bum crack. I sat up rolling carefully, mostly out of habit because I didn't want to soil the bed coverings. I knelt on the floor at his feet and sucked his hanging cock into my mouth, then licked him clean of the thick film of our cum. I sucked his balls, ran my tongue over his thighs searched and probed until I was confident not one drop of his love had been wasted. I looked up his torso as I finished to see him looking at Angela. She was watching me work. She hadn't said a word in a long time but here eyes said everything. I climbed up onto the bed and knelt facing her, looking at Master for approval. His lack of objection was enough for now. He slipped his hand between my legs and scraped his fingers over my tender mound. His finger came up drenched. Without hesitation he traced our cum over her lips. She opened her mouth and he slipped a finger inside. She sucked it clean, her eyes closed as she realized she was enjoying it and then she grabbed his wrist and lapped our cum off of his fingers. Master grabbed my leash and dragged my roughly into my back. My legs were spread facing her. She looked down at my sopping pussy. Master was the first to break the silent spell on us. "She looks like she has more to share." Angela blinked her eyes a few times, looking at him, then knelt at the base of the bed and leaned forward. She looked into my eyes from between my thighs and then looked down at my sex. I felt her tongue touch me gently at first. She licked me and then hesitated, looking up at me again. I reached down with both hands and spread my lips, pulling them wide as she had done for me. It was my way of inviting and encouraging her that I wanted it. She began to lick my pussy repeatedly. As she did, Master climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. He was till soft but I could tell he was becoming aroused again. I sucked him into my mouth and proceeded to suck him toward another erection, wondering which of the holes available would receive it once it was hard again. Angela licked me clean, she was moaning erotically as she did it and I realized that she had a hand between her legs. I let go of my pussy and she buried her face in my swollen, used cunt. I snaked my hands under Master and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it as I let it fall from my mouth. He was watching me. I whispered, "Master, Angela needs attention." He looked back at her and nodded to me, dismounting from his position over my face, he pulled my leash and forced me up. She looked embarrassed but neither Master nor I were judging her for enjoying her first cunnilingus. I was thrilled. She stood herself up, wiping her face. Even after all she had experienced this evening she looked beautiful, if not a little used. We were all looking at each other. I returned to my knees. \*\*\*\*\* *Part 2 has ended. Part 3 will close out this chapter as the tale of this weekend continues and the depth of the bond between us grows to surprising proportions while the sex graduates to greater intensity. Thank you so much for your kind responses to my stories. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. Your ratings have driven me to want to continue to write. I hope you are enjoying these insights into our lives. Luv, Stephanie*

Bedding the Boss Pt. 01

Chapter One (Tuesday 19th October 2004) After indulging in an extravagantly extended gap year, approaching her supposedly "respectable" mid-twenties, Heather Hunter decided to settle in Bingley. Reliable old Dad had his misgivings about the place but she'd felt a buzz in the air, not to mention a sense of Bypass Boom. House prices were rising at crazy rates and builders and estate agents were having a ball. Property-wise, Bingley was without a doubt the ladder to climb on. It was time to buy anyway. Going home wasn't an option. She'd been as good as out-of-the-nest ever since she went away to school, a decade ago. And personal freedom aside, job hunting had become a major must. There was no chance of finding anything suitable in or around Kettlewell. With its very well-publicized road and rail links, Bingley was a much more promising starting point. Getting a job wasn't so easy though. Not for her, anyway. She'd had a couple of big hurdles to clear. One: graduates were ten a penny, even those with first-class degrees. And two: most graduates her age had already accumulated valuable job experience. All she'd accumulated was an every-last-inch tan and experiences best kept off CVs. Apart from Sexy CVs, that was, and those only ever got submitted to Mary Rose. A month applying for everything nice, bright and shiny produced only frustration. At last admitting she needed help, she registered with three employment agencies and began to fare better . . . well, that is to say ever-so slightly better. Using her specifications, her dedicated advisors came up with a handful of low-ranking, mostly temporary positions. Using their own initiative (wilfully ignoring her very clear-cut instructions!) they flagged up a couple more possibilities, and local possibilities at that. Ironically, both major employers in Bingley were bank headquarters and both were always recruiting. Known worldwide by their initials, B&B and WYB simply couldn't get enough new blood in the shape of top graduates. All three advisors pushed her towards them despite being aware that, although she liked living there, actually working in the sleepy old market town wasn't what she wanted. Not to begin with. No not. Heather's original plan had been to find something in Leeds and commute. Leeds was the happening place for finance, second only to London. Failing Leeds, she could always commute into Manchester. Failing that, surely something would come up. Surely it would. Her parents kept saying money wasn't an issue but, the longer the hunt went on, the more and more anxious she became (her, the girl who never worried about anything!). Dad kept producing statements proving their investments were doing well but that hardly helped. He had worked all his life, she hadn't managed to hajime. Or even get into her gi. Halfway into the third month, when one of the agencies suggested she tried paternity cover at a small accountancy firm in Batley, she cracked. To heck with it, she concluded. Bingley might not be up there in the financial Super League, but its banks had sound reputations. If nothing else, she could fill in some of the yawning gap that was growing in her post-academic history. So she'd dumped the idea of living the high life and applied to both of them, giving it everything in her interviews, preparing ahead as thoroughly as her friend Tanya ever prepared for an exam (meaning so very, very thoroughly!). And she'd made all the impressions she wanted to make, duly receiving two decent offers . . . decent for a complete novice armed with a rapidly-aging degree, anyhow. The offer from Bradford and Bingley was best but she'd dithered. She couldn't quite put her finger on why, but somehow it didn't feel right. In the end she turned them down, accepting instead a position at the smaller, funkier West Yorkshire Bank next door, perhaps swayed by their very much in-your-face, female-friendly marketing campaigns. Okay, she had reasoned, maybe the money is a little less, but there's a clearer career path and the competition won't be so fierce. And anyway, it's only a stepping stone. A promotion or two and I'll be off. To her surprise life at WYB wasn't at all sleepy or provincial. Many of her colleagues lived nearby but lots travelled in from five or ten miles away and quite a few high-fliers reverse-commuted, coming in from big cities or remote rural retreats. And there was a good atmosphere, a real can-do culture . . . together with plenty of cynicism and a handful of no-hopers, of course. After her first day Heather spent two hours on the phone telling Mum how much she'd enjoyed it. After her second she spent just as long telling Mare the same sort of things. During her Initial Review, on day three, she was told she had settled in well and everyone was pleased with the way she'd acclimatized. From then-on she was hooked and didn't spare Leeds another thought. When it came to her Second Review she must have said "we" and "us" ten times as often as her reviewer. Not that she was totally besotted. She was still very much the newbie with lots to learn. And, even if she was determined to succeed, she didn't want to alienate her less ambitious colleagues. Softly, softly, she kept reminding herself. Don't blow it before you catchee monkey. \*\*\*\*\* Today, after a month of real job experience, Heather was due to attend her first meeting with mixed-graders from other WYB departments. It was held in a large, official meeting room and, compared to the usual team huddles and briefs, seemed very formal and imposing. The tradition turned out to be to begin by going round the table. When it came to her she kept it short and sweet. 'Hi, I'm Heather Hunter, formerly from Hunters Farm, Micklethwaite. I was educated at The Manor and I'm a graduate trainee.' 'The Manor?' said a bloke called Chris. 'Do you mean Cottingley Manor, up the road?' Heather had hoped to sneak under the radar and didn't welcome the question. And she also didn't welcome the ogling she'd been getting from Chris, who was wearing a wedding ring. She didn't do married; life was complicated enough without married. 'No,' she said, feeling her cheeks flush as everyone looked at her, 'just The Manor.' 'It's a private school in Cheshire,' someone put in. Fifteen pairs of eyes left Heather before her flush became a full blush, fixing instead on the attractive, late-twenty-something who'd been first to introduce herself. 'Very swish,' the woman went on. 'The sort of place you'd like to send your kids, Chris. You'd have to put in some extra hours though. No more sneaking off to the golf course every afternoon.' Chris said, 'Thank you, Victoria,' as if he was used to being put in his place, and that was that. Heather didn't have very much to contribute to the rest of the proceedings and passed the time by just watching, listening and (hopefully) learning. That meant she spent a lot of time looking at Victoria, who had plenty to say for herself. She was more than just attractive too, Heather decided, if not strictly conventional for a senior banker. She had short-ish brown, almost-black hair which was spiky and tastefully streaked, somehow making her punky and professional at the same time; a long oval face with perfect, darkish skin, suggesting a dash of Mediterranean blood in there somewhere; light brown eyes behind enormous and exceedingly snazzy glasses; a very, very generous mouth filled with dazzling white teeth. And, by what could only be alchemy, everything worked so she started off looking good and got better every time you looked again. I bet she doesn't need to pour beer down a guy's throat, Heather thought, after taking a quick glance at Victoria's left hand. At one stage Victoria became involved in an exchange with Chris. Although Heather didn't fully grasp the subject she could tell that, despite her earlier put-down, Chris was combining with Victoria to solve a particularly knotty problem. She also supposed that, from everyone else's complete silence, the two of them grasped the subject and knew it inside out. Trouble was they were at opposite ends of the table; it was like watching a tennis match. After turning this way and that half a dozen times, taking a cue from the people opposite, Heather concentrated on one end of the rally. Naturally, she chose Victoria's end. And equally naturally, she used Victoria's intense concentration on Chris as opportunity to study her in more depth. No earrings, she noted, just gold sleepers. Thin gold neck chain, hardly showing; minimal slap and lippy. This girl needed little help and she knew it. It was almost reassuring to see nail varnish on the hands she occasionally waved in illustrating a point: dark brown on what seemed absolutely perfect nails. Victoria was wearing a blouse that was, if possible, even whiter than her teeth. She had left the top button unfastened, more or less holding the collar together with a thin black neckerchief instead. Her shoulders seemed narrow, and the rest of her upper body looked slender, if not downright skinny. Yet the front of her blouse was very well-filled. Heather suspected that, with a lot of disguising of her looks in the first place, Victoria would be a smash hit in one of those old black and white films: one of those where Plain Jane suddenly shakes free her hair, whips out amazingly large bazoomas and magically turns into one of the world's sexiest sex goddesses. Make that a super smash hit. Heather grinned to herself. Better than any of Jacqui's showings back at The Manor. I'd pay my quid to see her in action, that's for sure. 'Right?' she heard Chris say. 'Fine by me,' Victoria agreed. 'Anyone want to add or change anything?' Heads shook around the table. 'Okay, that's how we'll work it for November. We will discuss and adjust when we meet again this time next month. Are you happy with that, Chris?' 'I suppose so,' he replied. 'Sorry, I forgot.' Victoria gave him an especially blinding smile. 'You don't do "happy", do you? Never mind; this next one's yours as well. And seeing as I'm not hands-on, I promise I won't say anything for at least five minutes.' 'That'll break your existing record,' Chris countered quickly. 'By four and a half minutes.' Everyone laughed at that. Even the new girl felt entitled to join in. The water jug in front of Victoria was empty. Smiling, letting her colleague have his small victory, she got up and went to get a refill from the cooler in the corner of the room. Heather had intended to give Chris her undivided attention from then-on, but that didn't ever happen. Still laughing dutifully, she left her attention on Victoria just a fraction too long, and it stuck there. Shocked? No, she was stunned, almost paralyzed, victim of what could only be described as a sexual jolt. Seen from behind, Victoria's body still looked slender but was definitely not skinny. It also looked to be long, tapering only slightly from those narrow shoulders to a quite slinky waist. Surprisingly curvy hips connected to legs that went on forever. She was wearing what seemed to be the bottom half of a man's black suit, but that couldn't be the case, because the fit over her perfect backside was . . . Well, it was perfect. And those legs . . . Those legs had to be capable of wrapping around a lover's neck three times at least. Pushing five- ten as she was, Heather hadn't previously had much of a thing about really, really tall girls, but this one hit the spot. Yes, she hit it spot on. The realization that Victoria gained a touch from the heels of her shiny black shoes didn't really spoil the image (those shoes were more like stylish sandals than proper heels, exposing her oh so perfect toes and perfect, dark brown-varnished toenails). Knock off the extra height and she might come in at shade under six feet, instead of an inch or two over. Phew, went Heather, somebody open a window. I'm all hot and bothered! She desperately tried to stop gaping but simply couldn't. And that was when Victoria turned back from the water cooler and winked at her. Chapter Two Heather stopped to update her team leader on the way back from the meeting. As she was on six months' probation regular updates were expected. This time it was also chance to be nosy. 'I jotted down the names and job-titles,' she said after giving her summary, 'but nobody explained what they actually do.' 'Lots of that about,' Joanna replied with a smile. 'You'll get a copy of the minutes tomorrow. They'll clear it all up. At least they will if we go through them together. I'm afraid I know far too much about everybody. It's an age thing.' 'You're not that old.' 'Flattery will get you everywhere.' The significantly older woman chucked. 'Is there anything you'd like to ask before we see the minutes?' 'A couple of them puzzled me.' Heather glanced at her notes, pretending that she needed a reminder. 'Chris Woodhead.' 'The Tiger . . . Please don't tell me you fancy him.' Heather didn't even blink. After her gap "year" she was (theoretically) off men, but didn't feel any need to advertise the fact. 'I did slightly,' she said,' but only until I saw his wedding ring. I don't do married; it's too complicated.' 'Too true,' Joanna sighed, looking at her own, ring-less left hand. 'Why did you call him Tiger?' 'That's due to his second-favourite hobby.' 'Go on.' 'When he's not chasing young fillies he's usually on St Ives or some other golf course. He says he plays off four, whatever that means. He's supposed to be quite good.' 'If he plays off four he'll be very good,' said Heather. 'I got to six, but it used up all my free time, so I dropped it for karate. What does he do otherwise? Everyone seemed to listen to him, as if he knows what he's talking about. 'Oh, Chris knows his onions all right. And so he should; he's led just about every area over the years. Or should I say misled? Some cynics reckon he only ever promotes girls who've slept with him; tidy, airheaded ones, naturally. Then, when he's filled his latest area with bubbly blondes, he gets himself a new department and starts again. He's heading the latest buy-to-let initiative at the moment. I'll bet you 50p his team-members are all female and under twenty-five. Who's your other puzzle?' Heather feigned another glance at her notes. 'Victoria Hanson.' 'Oh my, her ladyship in person, you were honoured! Did she take the minutes?' 'Yes.' 'Well forget what I said about tomorrow, the minutes will have probably already arrived. Everyone else calls her the Ice Queen, but I've always called her Miss Efficiency, especially when it comes to taking minutes. "She who controls the minutes controls the meeting," she told me once. And she's right, of course. I'll bet another 50p that the decisions are all what she wanted and all the actions are down to other people.' Heather grinned at her team leader. 'You do like your nicknames at WYB, don't you? Have I got one yet?' 'The jury's still out, but don't worry. Your reputation is unblemished. The worst you're going to get is Snow White.' 'How accurate that would be!' Heather laughed aloud at the very idea. 'Why is Victoria the Ice Queen? She seemed approachable enough in that meeting.' 'It's because she's never been caught in the toilets at the Christmas Party.' 'Caught?' 'Shagging, I mean.' 'Joanna! I didn't know you knew such words.' 'I haven't always been over forty, you know, and that particular activity has being going on ever since Eve got a taste for apples. It's not just been invented by you youngsters. I've even done a bit myself.' 'But surely not in the toilets.' 'Nowadays it happens all over the place. It does when we throw a party at WYB, anyway. No halfway private space is exempt. I suppose that's the girls' doing.' 'Is it?' 'Yes. The lads don't stand a chance anymore, do they?' Joanna had been keeping a straight face, although her lips had twitched occasionally, as if it was an effort. Suddenly she smiled again and looked incredibly youthful. 'Not that we were all saints when I was your age,' she added. Heather already fancied the pants off Ms Joanna Jones. Seeing her at her best didn't change that one bit. Shame she's too straight to notice, she thought, her internal grin wider than ever. 'Go on,' she said out loud, 'give me a confession.' 'Me?' Joanna smiled yet again, 'sorry, no confessions. Too many guilty parties are still at large. I'm at least ten years away from writing my blockbuster kiss and tell.' \*\*\*\*\* Heather's update was interrupted by someone from another team, arriving with some paperwork for "Ms Jones" to countersign. Heather lingered until he'd gone, grateful when her team leader resumed without prompting. 'My advice to you is to keep on being sensible . . .' Sensible! Heather smothered a laugh. Me! 'That's important when it comes to dealing with men who work at WYB. Go with anyone on a higher grade and you'll be labelled Airhead Bimbo for the rest of your days. If you really must shag on your own doorstep, avoid the likes of Tiger Woodhead and pick on a twenty-year-old temp. There are an awful lot of them, after all. And with your looks you could have a different one every night of the week; or maybe seven at once, if I'm right about you and Snow White.' 'You can't possibly be right,' Heather protested. 'As well as not doing married, I never do more than three men at a time.' 'Three's okay, so long as they're temps,' said Joanna, giving her another of those smiles. 'And if you ever lose control at a WYB party, don't worry about getting pregnant, you can sort that out later. It's the guy's grade you want to worry about, not what he leaves inside you. If you get caught with a colleague it's essential that his grade is lower than yours. That way everyone will agree it's nothing career-driven. They will just say you're a ballsy, hot-blooded babe.' 'I didn't appreciate there was so much etiquette involved. It's like reading Jane Austen.' 'More like Playgirl,' said Joanna. 'And reading Playgirl is the only confession you're getting out of me right now. That and the fact that these days I find an hour alone in bed more rewarding.' Heather's grin wasn't internal anymore. 'Never,' she said, enticingly. 'I'm afraid it is. Three minutes with my bare bum up against a toilet door . . . or an hour in bed with a glossy? No contest. No need for the morning-after pill, either.' 'Did you ever get caught?' Heather really wanted to know. 'And who does all the catching, anyway? Are there squads of them, or just one official? Like the Child Catcher in Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang?' 'I never got caught, but I rarely used the ladies' for peccadilloes.' Joanna's smile was broader now. 'Whenever I pulled I took the lucky chap back to my place, to make sure I got more than just three minutes. And no, there are no squads of child catchers. It's done by word of mouth. Our grapevine's stuffed with all the latest gossip. It's amazingly accurate, not to mention up to date. I'm only surprised it's not got a page on the Bank's Intranet.' Heather looked at the older woman's ring-less finger again and didn't ask. 'So the Ice Queen's never been caught,' she said instead. 'Not doing anything untoward. Not even after a team-building event. As far as I know, she's never had sex with anyone, anywhere, ever . . . hence the nickname. And that just has to have been given by a rejected man, by the way.' 'Tiger, you mean?' 'Not Tiger. Not as a reject. If you want to go double or quits on that pound you've lost . . .' 'Assuming I see those minutes.' 'You will. There's no doubt about that. And precious little doubt about this either. I'll bet that if anyone ever has got through her guard, it's Tiger. Were they at each other's throats all the time, like a couple who have been married twenty years?' 'Yes . . . and no. Towards the end they were bouncing ideas to and fro like Serena and Venus.' 'That's their love/hate side,' Joanna said. 'If there is anything other than my imagination, that is.' She looked at her watch. 'It's nearly time for my meeting. Anything else I can tell you before I go?' 'Yes. What is it that Victoria does?' 'She's running Mortgages at present. Before that she was running a special team, like the one Chris is fronting up now, even though she can't have reached his grade yet. Or perhaps she has. That young lady been promoted faster than anyone I've ever known. And I have been here since we first opened in 1983.' 'Okay, last question. What's your nickname?' Joanna tried to look affronted. 'What makes you think I've got a nickname?' 'Everyone else seems to have one. And you've been here all along.' 'Oh, all right then. This is from the old days, mind. But I overheard it being used last week, so I can't claim it's long-forgotten. It was, maybe still is, Hot Lips.' 'Hot Lips . . . Wow!' Heather was delighted. 'Never mind a night in with Playgirl, get yourself out with me after that rugby match on Saturday. Show me the sights of Bingley. There are loads of pubs; we'll pull in no time. Especially wearing badges with Snow White and Hot Lips on them.' 'I might take you up one day,' Joanna rose from her chair, 'but probably not so soon. Bingley's full of rascals and scoundrels. Pulling's not been the same since the teacher training college shut down.' Chapter Three There was no sign of the minutes when Heather finally returned to her desk. 'Not quite so efficient,' she murmured, before sighing deeply. Although she liked everything about her job she was disheartened. Up until now she hadn't seriously considered having sex with a workmate (except for the odd bedtime fantasy about the lovely Ms Jones that was). In fact she hadn't seriously been considering sexy relationships at all. Now, the first time she'd been tempted . . . The first time she'd wet her knickers in anticipation . . . Joanna hadn't mentioned the other office romances that were happening all around them, the ones that were presumably acceptable by grapevine standards, but she was obviously spot-on about spur-of-the-moment flings. In her short time at WYB Heather had already heard dozens of junior managers referred to as bimbo, airhead or both in the same sentence. That wasn't a mystery anymore: they had been caught in the bogs. And boggy mud at WYB must stick, because some of those juniors had to be pushing forty. How unfair was that? "Promotion" was probably the last thing most of them had been thinking of at the time! As for high-flying Victoria, well, she could forget it. Despite that warm, welcoming wink, she was the Ice Queen, possibly even the Virgin Queen. It wasn't easy to forget that incredible body but hey, she could always round up some of those temps. Heather added a couple of lines to an email and sent it off into cyberspace . . . after officially starting her break, naturellement. She liked Steve but wouldn't have done him a whole email during working hours. Well, maybe a very short one. She couldn't help grinning. She had noticed that particular workmate straightaway. Steve had made it plain he'd noticed her too. Trouble was, as well as having a willy, he had one of those bits of metal on his hand: the sort that put him completely out of bounds. His reply bounced back almost immediately. "Hot Lips; like in MASH if you watch golden oldies. Rumour has it she used to be quite a babe. Still not bad if you ask me, although I would prefer a much younger woman with beautiful green eyes and long black hair. And she has to have matching initials. HH would be perfect. Any idea where I can find one? My nickname is the very boring Stevo by the way. What's yours? Cheers Stevo" Heather's response went back just as fast. "Of course I've watched M\*A\*S\*H. Hot Lips Houlihan played by Loretta Swit. Or was that the film? I've seen both. Sorry, no idea where you might find the girl of your dreams. Maybe nobody's so perfect. Best stick to Hot Lips. She is a JJ after all. I think my nickname should be Little Orphan Annie, but I'm told it may be Snow White. And before you ask . . . don't! I've already had lots of applications for all the roles as (very tall) dwarves, including one from Dopey, asking if he can make me feel Happy. Cheers Snow W" Another message arrived as this went. Curious, Heather went into her in-box and found it was from [email protected]. 'Ah,' she said, 'Miss Efficiency's minutes. That's cost me two quid.' She therefore opened the message in all innocence to find: "Hiya Heather. I hope you didn't mind me butting in like that. You seemed to want to keep a low profile and I know what Chris can be like. You would have made his day if he'd found out The Manor is single-sex. If nothing else you'd have been quizzed about what went on with the big girls after Lights-out. Be warned! He is persistent. When he finds out he'll try again, starting with a seemingly innocent question before pouncing. Other than that, welcome aboard. There are more graduates here than you can shake a stick at, but not many who went to a private school first. And hardly any who went to a half-decent private school, never mind a top drawer establishment like The Manor. I was lucky enough to go to St Helena's, so I know the difference better than most. It will be good to have someone like you to speak to. We can swap tales about how character-building it was: the loneliness and temptations; the frustrations and all those cold showers! We must have lots in common. I might even swap stories about Lights-out. L Vic" Heather's heart fluttered. She pictured the high-flier as she turned from the water cooler, swapping one sensational view for another. And that wink . . . When Heather was quite small her Uncle Adrian started to give her Tintin books for Christmas and birthdays, ignoring her mum when she said they were meant to be stories for Belgian boys. An image from one of those books came to her now. It was of a fairly drunk Captain Haddock; he was slumped at a table, staring wistfully at an unopened bottle of Loch Lomond whisky. He had a little white angel perched on his right shoulder, a grinning red devil on his left. The angel (with Tintin's head) was very earnestly giving a hundred sound reasons why the bottle should stay unopened. The devil (with the captain's head, beard trimmed to make him suitably diabolical) was gleefully giving a hundred much more interesting reasons why it should not. Abruptly, the image changed and she was in Captain Haddock's position, staring wistfully at her PC. The angel (who now had Joanna's head) was saying: 'Think of your reputation . . . and your career. You'll get sideways-promoted to delivering the internal post. Then you'll spend all the rest of your life wishing you'd listened to me.' The devil (now looking like Jack Nicholson) didn't waste time with words. Instead he clapped his hands and Heather saw again Victoria turning from the water cooler. Apart from her shoes and glasses she was naked. Smiling at her, naked and winking and . . . Knickers, Heather thought decisively, there are always other jobs. And who's going to get caught in the act anyway? \*\*\*\*\* Heather carefully re-read Victoria's email, conscious it had taken precedence over the minutes, and wanting to be sure she wasn't mistaking the message. L Vic, she wondered. What could that possibly mean but Love, Victoria? Well, perhaps it meant "Lust Victoria?" It had to be one or the other, and in the circumstances either would do. Right, this called for a clever reply; one showing respect for the Ice Queen's lofty status, just in case she'd mixed her signals after all, while giving out clear signals of her own. She began with: "Hiya Vic" Then, frowning, she changed it to: "Hello Victoria (or Vic, if you prefer) I certainly didn't mind you riding to my rescue; I welcomed you with all my heart. You were better than any knight on a white charger! And thank you for the warning about Chris. If there is a next time I'll be ready with some witty (I hope!) retort that shuts him up as well as yours did. Shame I can't tell him what really did go on with the big girls after Lights-out! That would render him speechless! I hope you enjoyed St Helena's as much as I enjoyed The Manor. I don't know about you, but I quickly got over the loneliness and frustrations and concentrated on the temptations! I've always been able to resist everything except temptations! And I don't think that will ever change! I am sure we will have lots and lots in common and can't wait to swap stories. Maybe we should do it over a drink rather than here. Some of my stories might be a little much for anyone who is unfamiliar with single-sex schools! Particularly when I tell you about our Helena, who was anything but a saint! I owe you a drink anyway, for being my knight. Let's make it sooner rather than later. L Hev" That's used up all my exclamation marks, she thought, but what the heck. She fired it off before she could chicken out and again, as one message left another arrived, this time from Steve. She opened it and read as far as: "Hi Snow White" Then she realized there was someone standing behind her. 'Snow White,' Chris Woodhead said. 'Is that what they call you?' Heather swivelled her chair so she faced him and at the same time blocked off her PC screen. 'It looks like a possibility,' she admitted. 'I suppose it could be worse.' 'Oh it could,' Chris agreed. 'There are some fairly offensive nicknames around. But what can you do? As the saying goes, Boys will be boys and girls will be worse.' 'That must be a new one. I've never heard it.' Heather smiled and tried her best to seem obliging. 'Is there anything I can do to help? Joanna's tied up in a meeting.' 'I know. I'm on my way to the same meeting. I just stopped off to apologize.' 'Apologize?' 'Yes; to apologize in person.' 'What are you apologizing for?' 'I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that. I didn't know you'd been to an exclusive school. I wasn't trying to embarrass you.' Heather didn't scoff. Instead she told herself he was doing this off his own bat and didn't really have to grovel. And he was a handsome so-and-so. If I ever . . . 'Apology accepted,' she said, smiling even wider, hoping she looked as good for it as Joanna did. 'I can't think why I got flustered anyway. I'm proud I went to The Manor.' 'Well it's certainly turned you into a fine, athletic young woman.' Chris grinned as he applied flannel with a trowel. 'Or were you finished off at uni?' 'Bit of both,' she said modestly, 'aided and abetted by intensive karate. Hajime is my middle name. Unless I'm playing hockey, of course; then it's Bully Off.' 'Karate probably came in handy for hockey.' Chris grinned at her. 'It's a dangerous game, hockey, especially when girls are involved. I stick to golf myself.' 'I know you do, Tiger. You play off four, don't you?' 'I'm due to be pulled to three,' he said, 'possibly two after last weekend. But how did you know I'm off four? Have you been checking me out?' 'About as much as you've been checking me out.' This time they both laughed, holding each other's gaze, comfortable, almost. Heather could see how easily a girl might slip into a relationship with Chris, even knowing he'd ultimately be bad news. If not diverting along the way. 'Do you play?' 'Golf,' Heather shook her head. 'Sorry, not anymore. I knew a guy who had a plus handicap. He put me off good and proper.' 'That's a shame; I was going to ask you if you'd like to play around.' 'Do you mean play-a-round? Or play around?' 'Both. But if you're not a golfer, maybe . . .' 'Cards on the table,' she said, pointing to his wedding ring. 'If it wasn't for that, I'd play a seventy-two holes tournament. But I don't do married.' 'What if I said it's an old one I forgot to take off?' 'I'm afraid I'd have to class it with: The cheque's in the post. And that other one; the one I'm too polite to mention.' 'How about: I'm looking after it for a friend?' 'No good. How about: You're flogging a dead horse? Or: Aren't you late for that meeting?' 'Stone me; you are Snow White, aren't you?' 'Pure as the freshly driven stuff,' said Heather, laughing again. 'I meant the Fairest of Them All, actually.' Chris started towards the meeting room. He gave her a final grin. 'By the way, I like a challenge. It's going to be fun working with you.' At least he didn't try to bribe me with promotion. Heather admired the view as he went. As long as it stays that way, it really could be fun. And I've never played hard-to-get before; that could be fun too. If I ever get back round to blokes, that is. \*\*\*\*\* Heather went back to her PC, finding two new messages. Leaving Steve's part-read, she hurried into her in-box to discover one of the new ones was from Victoria. The other was yet another from Steve. No contest. Victoria's got opened first. "Hiya Heather At WYB I am always Victoria, and I'm afraid I'm so sad I'm nearly always at WYB! Only my very close friends outside work ever call me Vic. If I'm really your white knight, you'd better call me Vic right from the beginning. Beginning . . . sounds like an adventure, doesn't it? Anyway (and by the way) I hate being called Vick, Vicky or Vikki, so if you ever want to wind me up, now you know! My, my, Heather! If you enjoyed giving in to the same temptations as I did we really are going to be friends! Lights-out always was my favourite time of day! I'm ready for that drink whenever you are. Just say the word. L Vic" Wow! Heather immediately replied to sender with: "Hiya Vic. Tonight? L Hev" She then went back and read Steve's middle email. "Hi Snow White Are you all right? You're not your usual self and I don't get the bit about Little Orphan Annie. If there's anything I can do please let me know. And I hope I'm not Dopey, because you'll always be my Fairest of Them All. Cheers Stevo" Her mind whirled. Fairest of Them All, could Chris have possibly read that with me smack in the way of the screen? Surely he couldn't. And so what if he did? All it tells him is I have another admirer. . . . No, make that yet another married admirer. She sent her reply. "Hi Stevo I was a little bit Grumpy but I'm Happy again now. You've never been Dopey so don't be Bashful, be Happy like me. Cheers Snow W" Victoria's latest reply landed before Heather could open Steve's third email. "Hiya Heather I'm up for tonight but am stuck here until 6:30. Is that wildly inconvenient? If it is okay we could meet outside the main entrance and walk across to The Ferrands. L Vic" Heather's response went back seconds later. "Hiya Vic 6:30 is fine. I'll be there, wearing a white carnation. L Hev" She saw the clock as she returned to Steve's last message and grimaced; it was close to two already. The day was as good as gone and nothing productive had been done. Forget home for a short, sharp shower, she'd work until twenty past six and then stroll down to the cash point. "Heather What's Woodhead up to? If he has been upsetting you I'll brain him with his 5 iron before I bury him in the bunker on the Thirteenth. Steve" Married men! She sighed inwardly. They're worse than teenage boys. "Hi Stevo NOTHING! Chris Woodhead couldn't bother me if I wanted him to. And I DO NOT WANT HIM TO. The idea of seeing him with just his head sticking out of the sand is quite appealing but seriously, he hasn't done anything to offend me, never mind anything to deserve that. Just so you know: YOU are top of my married men list. If I ever slide in that direction, YOU will find out long before Chris Woodhead. Be Happy Snow W" She sat back and waited until she was sure the flurry of mail had stopped. Okay, she finally concluded, that's the personal stuff sorted out, let's see how much real work I can clear before carnation time. Chapter Four Heather waited for a valued WYB account-holder to finish at the cash point before she moved in to check her balance. Quite healthy she noted, without any sense of relief. She was long accustomed to seeing healthy balances and had never used the overdraft that had moved with her from NatWest. After preparing a request for a hundred pounds she hesitated, then altered it to two hundred. It came out as nine twenties and two tens. She folded one of the twenties and tucked it in her breast pocket, put the rest of the cash and her card safely into her designer wallet and, her heart suddenly pounding, turned back to the main entrance. Good grief, I'm excited. Must be Joanna's dire warnings! I do hope she doesn't find out! Then, forgetting all about Joanna, she grinned: Oops, I just failed another knickers inspection! It was six twenty-seven on a cool autumn evening. There were not many people or vehicles around. The floods of homebound bank workers had ebbed an hour ago and, thanks to the Relief Road, rush hour traffic was by now virtually done. A way beyond the entrance, up the hill, a handful of miserable-looking people stood waiting for the next Keighley bus. Across Main Street the lights in Wetherspoons were warm and inviting. Six thirty. The automatic doors slid open and Victoria came out, followed by a man in an expensive overcoat. Victoria was dressed as before, with the addition of the top half of her mannish black suit. She was carrying a small travel bag in her left hand and had already turned her wonderful, blinding smile in Heather's direction. 'Hi,' she cried. 'Where's the carnation?' 'I've only just left the office. And all the flower shops are shut. You'll have to use your imagination.' The man in the overcoat had stopped behind Victoria, watching their exchange. He looked vaguely familiar. Heather realized why when Victoria, following her gaze, turned and addressed him. 'Good evening, Mr Carmichael. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there.' 'Good evening, Victoria. I just wanted to congratulate you on your presentation. It went down very well.' 'Thank you very much.' 'Don't thank me, I'm thanking you. You covered points we hadn't considered, as is usually the case with your presentations. Ah, are you two together?' Caught, Heather thought. By a director! Without even a kiss!! How unfair is that!! 'Yes,' Victoria said calmly. 'We're on our way to evening service. In fact we'd better hurry or we'll be late.' 'That's a shame,' Mr Carmichael said. 'I was going to ask you to step across for a drink in The Myrtle Grove.' 'I'm sorry. We would love to, but we really must fly.' 'Can't keep God waiting,' said the director. 'Off you fly, and goodnight to you both.' He set off down the steps, leaving Heather to say in mock horror, 'Victoria! You just turned down a board member . . . and you fibbed to him!' 'The Bank's already had eleven hours of my heart and soul today,' Victoria countered. 'And I did not fib.' 'What about evening service?' 'Look around. It's obviously evening. We're off for the service bit in The Ferrands . . . unless you fancy trying somewhere else.' 'No,' Heather chuckled. 'You lead the way.' Keeping her bag in her left hand, Victoria linked her free arm with Heather's and they descended the steps, reaching street level in time to see Mr Carmichael complete his trip across the pelican crossing and into Wetherspoons. 'So, you worked through,' Victoria said as the enticing smell of Shama curry wafted around them. 'Are you hungry?' 'I was late eating my lunch. A packet of crisps will do for me. What about you?' 'I'm okay. I had something during the presentations.' 'Yes, after being the star turn, by the sound of things.' Victoria pulled a face. 'Let's make a deal. No mention of work while we're in the pub. And no mobiles, come to that.' 'Has Bingley got something against mobiles? There's another pub down the street with a very big sign banning them.' 'That's The Kings Head,' said Victoria. 'The NO MOBILES sign's been there since Jack the Hat took over.' 'Jack the Hat? I thought he got murdered.' 'The one from London did. I'm talking about the local version. I'd better not name him for professional reasons. Meaning I signed off his mortgage.' Heather laughed. 'Rascals, scoundrels and gangsters: what sort of a town is this?' 'You should know, coming from Micklethwaite.' 'We left Micklethwaite when I was thirteen. Since then I've mostly been away getting educated and travelling the world. I can give you all sorts of gossip about Cheshire and Australia, but not so much about Bingley.' 'They only have retired gangsters in Cheshire,' Victoria said understandingly, 'and not many of those rascals and scoundrels. What's that all about, anyway?' 'Just something Hot Lips was saying.' They arrived in front of The Ferrands and paused by the few worn steps to the door. 'I didn't mean to say "Hot Lips",' Heather confessed. 'I meant . . .' 'Joanna Jones,' Victoria said. 'Now promise me: nothing more about work.' 'I promise.' 'And are you going to turn your mobile off? Just so you know, that's not the pub's request, it's mine. I don't want to be interrupted every five minutes.' 'That's all right by me. Nobody ever rings anyway.' 'Poor Heather,' Victoria smiled, looking sexier than ever. 'Surely there are significant others who call you?' 'I haven't been doing significant others for quite a while.' The smile intensified as Miss Efficiency raised a perfect eyebrow. Heather expected another, more-leading question but it didn't happen. 'Come on then,' Victoria said. 'Let's exchange numbers. I can set mine to send messages at random intervals.' 'As long as the messages are nice and rude,' Heather replied, fishing her phone out of her bag. They swapped numbers then switched telephones off together, as if synchronizing watches, before going inside. \*\*\*\*\* The Ferrands was half-empty, as far as customers were concerned, but the air was still absolutely full of cigarette smoke. Heather was fighting back a cough when Victoria tapped her shoulder and pointed to a slightly elevated seating area to their left. 'It's more private over there,' she said. 'Not to mention less smoggy.' 'Okay. Do you want me to get a menu?' 'No, just get an extra packet of crisps. Any flavour, we can always share.' 'What are you drinking?' 'What do you normally have?' 'In a place like this, it has to be beer.' 'In that case I'll have the same as you.' Heather edged past two guys feeding the bandit and found most of the drinkers standing or sitting on stools in the (supposedly!!) smoking-excluded safety of the bar. The only decent gap was away to the right, where half a dozen lads in their early twenties were laughing and joking together. Glad that she didn't recognize any of them from WYB, she took it and was surprised when the barman materialized in front of her almost immediately. 'Good evening,' he said in a Kiwi accent. 'Had a nice day?' 'It's been wonderful,' she replied. 'How's yours been?' 'It's not been wonderful, but I'm all the better for seeing you. What are you having?' 'I'll have two pints of Landlord, please.' While the barman pulled the drinks Heather realized her heart was thudding and pounding again. Not that she was complaining. A thudding and pounding heart was one of the ways her body expressed a measure of excitement. In fact it was exciting in itself. She hardly ever experienced real excitement in the lead up to sleeping with a regular lover. Come to that, although most of her regular lovers made the grade, they rarely qualified as "exciting". Going first time with a newbie, however . . . Well, first time with a newbie was the biggest kick of all. Even if the actual shag wasn't brilliant, the anticipation invariably did the trick. Witch, Heather thought cheerfully. Wet and wicked witch . . . It took a while for her to realize that the loudest of the group of lads was addressing her. 'I said, Excuse me miss,' he repeated, 'do you have the time on you?' Heather smiled. She wasn't going to fall for this clown's party piece, no matter how good-looking he was. 'According to that over there,' she said, pointing to an old-style, railway station-sized clock, 'it is quarter to seven.' The clown immediately squinted and said, 'I can't see that. I'm registered blind.' 'Two Landlords,' the barman put in, placing foaming glasses on the bar top. 'Is there anything else?' 'Yes, can I have two packets of crisps, please? Any flavours, as long as they're different.' The Kiwi produced a couple of enormous bags of crisps. Heather pulled the folded twenty pound note from her breast pocket and handed it over before turning back to the clown. 'I bet you noticed, didn't you?' 'No,' he said, hauling his still-squinting eyes up from her chest. 'I mean . . . bet I noticed what?' This brought more derision than laughter from the clown's friends, encouraging Heather to go for the kill. Quietly, so only the group of lads could hear, she said, 'When I first arrived, I bet you noticed how the cold air had made my nipples look like bullets, as if I was really, really ready to have sex.' Five pairs of eyes instantly dropped to her boobs. The sixth, squinting pair grew as round as saucers and then dropped to her boobs. Amid many groans and a few chuckles, she went on, 'Luckily for me, it's nice and warm in here so they've gone back to normal now. It's a pity you missed them: all six of you.' Heather collected her change from the barman and shamelessly deposited it in the same breast pocket. She was deciding how best to ferry everything to their table when the clown approached again, more circumspectly this time. 'Sorry. But a guy's got to try, hasn't he?' 'Apology accepted,' she said. Then, grinning, 'I'll tell Goldie the Guide-dog she's redundant.' 'Can I help carry your drinks?' 'Thanks but no. My partner's probably impatient already. I don't want to make her jealous.' 'Her?' 'Yes; she's as much a "her" as I am. Now, if you really do want to help, you can put the corners of those crisp packets between my teeth, after I've picked up my beer.' He obliged and she nodded thanks before leaving the bar. My partner's waiting. Oh good grief, my partner is waiting. Chapter Five Victoria had commandeered a table so far into the raised area it was hidden from the rest of the pub. She waited until Heather unclamped her teeth, dropping the crisps onto the table, and then patted the seat beside her. 'I'm so nervous,' she said as Heather sat. She was smiling but Heather could see none of the easy confidence she'd oozed in that morning's meeting. 'I don't know why you should ever be nervous about anything,' she countered, staring into Victoria's lovely brown eyes. 'Not when you're perfect in every way.' 'Me!' Victoria exclaimed. 'Haven't you got a mirror?' 'I'm a bit nervous too.' 'Well you don't look it.' Heather picked up her glass. 'Come on,' she said, 'have a drink.' They both took a couple of mouthfuls. Conscious her heart was off yet again, Heather turned to the crisps. 'Which do you fancy first: cheese and onion? Or tomato?' 'Tomato, but I need to ask you something.' 'Go on, ask away.' 'Is this . . . is it just a drink? Or is it a date?' Don't say I've got it wrong! Heather was alarmed. Linking arms, swapping stories about Lights-out . . . 'Let's think,' she managed. 'I did the actual inviting, and you weren't sure whether I was proposing a few comradely drinks . . . or a proper date?' 'That's right.' 'And by "date" you mean a romantic sort of thing?' 'Romantic?' 'Okay then, a sexual sort of thing.' 'That's more accurate.' Victoria's smile was less strained already. 'So my invitation was ambiguous?' 'Correct.' 'But, not sure what you were agreeing to, you still agreed straightaway?' 'That is also correct.' 'So I'm right in concluding you'd have agreed if I'd unambiguously asked you for either? Isn't that also, also correct?' 'This is like being cross-examined.' Victoria's smile was back to blinding. 'But I can't deny it's also, also correct.' 'Then there can be no doubt this is a proper date.' 'And is it of a sexual nature? Potentially, I mean.' 'It is from where I'm standing. Or rather, sitting.' 'Then there's nothing to stop me doing this . . .' Victoria leant towards Heather and gave her one of those kisses that started off fiery then very quickly went thermonuclear. Heather soon decided her only choice was to hang on and enjoy it, which was easy enough. If she'd ever had any inhibitions that kiss would have blown them out of the water. Ten seconds later, when the other girl's hand landed on her leg, inhibitions were the last thing occupying her brain. Yes, she thought as fingers slid up her thigh. Good grief, yes! Damp thighs and drenched thong dead ahead. But who cares? Heather was only distantly aware of movement by the swing doors but suddenly Victoria had pulled away. Surprised, she looked around to see an odd-looking character, wearing a full-length coat that nearly touched the ground and an Australian bush-hat, minus the corks. Her first impression was of Doctor Who, as played by Tom Baker; meaning years and years ago, probably filmed in black and white before she was born. But that had to be the ridiculously long, knitted scarf wrapped round his neck, because at a second glance his face had no resemblance to Tom Baker at all. The man had only just arrived. He was standing a couple of feet inside the doorway, in one of the few places from where their table could be seen. 'Miss Hanson!' he cried, sweeping the hat flamboyantly from his head. 'And friend; I wish a very good evening to you both!' He gave each of them a nod that was almost a bow before carefully replacing his hat. 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to get sauced.' Heather copied Victoria by giving him a small wave as he strode purposefully towards the bar. 'Who was that?' 'That was Dom. WYB's best IT nerd. No, make that the most intelligent man at the Bank, bar none.' 'Intelligent enough to recognize Act One of our live sex show?' 'Oh, I'm sure he recognized what he was seeing.' 'You don't seem bothered that you . . . that we have been caught.' 'I'm glad he caught us when he did. I was getting to the point where I soon wouldn't have been able to stop.' Victoria took a large swig of her beer then patted Heather on the knee. 'Why are you bothered about being "caught" anyway? Are you ashamed of your sexuality? Or is it me you're ashamed of?' 'No . . . and no. I'm not ashamed of anything. I just don't want you having problems with rumours at work.' 'Dom doesn't do rumours. He does gallons of beer yes, every single day, but rumours no, never. So relax.' 'I'll try.' 'Try while I get some more drinks. It should be easy for you; you're just friend, not a known offender like Miss Hanson.' 'Known offender? That's not what I've heard. And where are you going? I'm buying tonight.' 'You don't have to. Getting us together is more than enough.' 'No, I insist. You can go if you want, but I'm paying.' Heather went back in her breast pocket for the tenner that had come with all the coins. She waved the note at the alleged offender who raised both perfect, sexy eyebrows before finally taking it and heading after Dom. \*\*\*\*\* God help me, I'm turning into a gibbering wreck. Heather shook her head. Who are we going to bump into next, an ITV News crew? Still, Victoria was cool about Dom. And Dom was more likely to be the one who'd blow the whistle, not Mr Carmichael. Directors didn't do grapevines. Did they? Well, did they? The tomato crisps were down to crumbs so Heather tore open the cheese and onion and picked out some of the nicest looking, brownest ones. At least my heart's behaving itself for now . . . until ITN turn up. Shame about the thong . . . Victoria returned carrying two new pints. 'Those men at the end of the bar were asking about the state of your nipples,' she began. 'When I told them they'd have to ask me later, one of them said he hoped I'd find them like bullets again. What's that all about? He seemed to know you; otherwise I would have supposed he'd escaped from somewhere.' 'Was it the one in the Bench T-shirt?' 'Yes.' 'I don't know him. He just made an approach. I wasn't sure if he was trying to pick me up or put me down.' That cued more elegantly raised brows from the beautiful high-flier. 'So?' 'So I defused him gently.' 'Did you defuse him by showing him your nipples?' 'No. They were discussed but never remotely visible, and in no way exhibited.' Victoria had a drink before shrugging. 'Well, whatever defusing action you took certainly made a large impression. Goodness knows how big an admirer he'd be if you'd tried detonating him.' 'Right,' said Heather. 'Did you see Dom while you were there?' 'Is that an attempt at changing the subject?' 'You could call it that.' 'In that case yes, I did see him at the other end of the bar, putting the world to rights with a couple of kindred spirits.' 'You didn't speak?' 'No I didn't. And stop worrying about him, please. He's a true gentleman who wouldn't even think about engaging in rude gossip. Not even faced with your erect, bullet-like nipples.' 'He did seem rather gallant,' Heather conceded. 'The way he took his hat off. Well, that had to be gallantry or extreme sarcasm.' 'It's gallantry. He's always like that. If he'd been close enough, he'd have kissed our hands.' 'Okay,' said Heather, 'you've convinced me. I promise I'll stop worrying. In fact I'm chilling already. How about you? Have you sorted those nerves?' 'You sorted my nasty nerves when you said this was a date. All I have now is sexy nerves.' There was eye contact at that; very warm eye contact. 'Mmmm,' said Heather. 'They sound nice.' 'They feel nice in my tummy too. Like friendly butterflies. So friendly they lead me to ask . . . do you?' 'Do I what?' 'On a first date . . . do you?' 'Ninety-nine per cent of the time I do,' Heather laughed again, 'arguably ninety-nine point nine. What about you?' 'Right now it's a hundred. I'd say more, but we mathematicians don't do more than a hundred.' 'Spoilsports,' Heather said, grinning. 'I think you'll find me sport enough,' Victoria retorted. 'I model myself on Maggie Thatcher. When this lady makes her mind up, she is not for turning. Apart from gymnastically, that is.' Adrenalin surged through Heather at the images that conjured up. 'I'm glad you don't look like Mrs T.' 'And I'm glad to hear it. I model myself on her stubbornness, but that's as far as it goes.' 'Your place or mine; isn't that the next question?' 'Anywhere is fine by me.' 'No,' said Heather, 'you decide. I got us together. That gives you the choice as to where we burn off the passion' 'It does, does it?' Victoria's smile was more dazzling than ever. 'We'll have to get a move on if we're going to my bed. I live in Headingley and I'm on the train today.' 'I always leave my car at home, because of the parking. I suppose we could go get it; it's only a few minutes' walk up the hill. But now I stop to think, I've got a cat to worry about. So, if anywhere really is fine by you . . .' 'Oh no,' said Victoria, 'don't say the girl of my dreams has a houseful of cats!' 'You won't find any cats in my luxury apartment,' Heather replied, sounding snooty without meaning to. 'The one in question lives next door. I'm looking after it while my neighbour's in Mumbai.' 'Can you keep cats in a luxury apartment? Surely not; where is this place?' 'It's on the top floor of the Old Tannery. I've got one of the two new penthouses.' 'Very swish.' Victoria almost cooed. 'I've signed off a few mortgages up there as well. Not on a brand-new penthouse though. At least, I don't think I have.' 'It wouldn't have been mine anyway. Dad bought it outright, although I never expected him to. I only wanted to rent somewhere while I found a job.' Victoria's sexy brows almost went into orbit. 'Dad bought it?' Heather winced. 'Yes. But don't go thinking he's an eccentric millionaire. He's just re-investing part of our windfall.' 'He sounds prudent then, not eccentric.' 'What can I say? He's an ex-farmer. Won't take out loans and can't see the point in paying rent. I'd been at WYB a week before Mum dared tell him I was working for a bank.' 'Mmmm,' said Victoria. 'My dad has a thing about banks too.' 'Bloody moneylenders,' Heather laughed. 'I'd better not tell you what my dad calls them. Why don't you tell me about this Indian neighbour of yours instead?' 'He's not Indian; he's an engineer from Keighley. Once upon a time a company in Mumbai bought a mega weaving machine from his firm, wanting to undercut the British textile industry. They did that so well they shut down most of our machine makers, as well as all the weavers. Graham's one of the few people in the world who knows how to fix this machine when it goes wrong. He gets called out there regularly.' 'I hope he charges top dollar.' 'I don't know the details, but he feeds his cat with tins of Felix.' 'Then he must be rich. What's your reward for looking after Tibbles? I hope it's more than just half a pound of Bombay Mix.' 'I got my reward when he asked me to look after the flipping thing. In fact he adequately rewarded me several times.' 'I see,' Victoria said slowly. 'He's a proper boyfriend, is he?' 'He's a lapse. I don't often do men. Not anymore.' 'But you did Graham?' 'He's the only bloke I've been with since I've been back in England.' Heather could feel herself begin to blush again. But knickers, she was going to tell the truth. Her tan camouflaged a blush anyway. 'I've only spent one night with him,' she said, 'the night he asked me to cat-sit. We had hardly passed the time of day before then. I suppose he caught me at a lonely moment . . . or five.' 'Lonely moments . . . or five . . . I've had a few of those lately.' 'Well you won't have any tonight, I promise.' Heather had finished her second pint. 'Are you ready for another?' 'I'm not too bothered. I'll only go again if you insist.' Heather felt the other girl's hand land on her again. This time it reached the bare bit of thigh above her stocking-top. And immediately edged higher; lots higher, into the significantly wet zone. 'I thought just one more,' Heather said, the words coming quite breathlessly. 'While we . . . you know; while we have that chat.' 'What chat's that?' 'What we did after Lights-out.' 'It'll save,' Victoria said. 'I'm past the time for talking.' They stared lustily at each other, Victoria's eyes were brown and warm and liquid behind her snazzy glasses. Heather's heart was hammering away harder than ever. And yes, her nipples had turned into bullets, as if she was really, really ready to have sex. 'My place, then,' she murmured. 'Your place,' Victoria agreed. Chapter Six Heather fully expected Victoria to take the lead when they got to the penthouse. And, after all those incursions into her wet zone, she wouldn't have exactly complained. But, apart from kissing her the moment the front door closed behind them, she didn't make an immediate move. Needless to report, that was another thermonuclear embrace. It didn't even set off as fiery. Feeling her self-control beginning to slip, Heather pushed her tongue in Victoria's mouth. Victoria met it with her own, fencing with it, making it welcome without abjectly surrendering. Encouraged anew, Heather unfastened the bottom two buttons of the olive-skinned beauty's blouse. 'Your bedroom,' Victoria said, breaking off mouth contact and sounding extremely urgent. 'Take me to your bedroom.' Totally okay with that, Heather took her hand and tugged her in the right direction. But, for a moment, she met resistance. 'Your shoes,' Victoria said as she took off one of her own fancy black sandals. Personally Heather didn't give a hoot for her floorings and carpets. Personally she was just impatient to get her guest naked. She wasn't going to argue, though, not at a moment like that. Kicking off her new, handmade Oxfords she resumed her tugging. And this time Victoria came willingly enough, padding along with her in her bare feet. Next stop was just inside the bedroom door. Heather instigated a second nuclear kiss and, suddenly less in control than ever, unfastened the rest of Victoria's buttons. Breathing hard through her nose, she slid her hands inside that crisp white blouse. There was a bra in her way but, being expert in that sort of an area, she had it undone and off in an instant. And she had been right about those bazoomas! They were amazingly large. And they were amazingly firm, too. Victoria's nipples were erect and in perfect proportion to her breasts; in fact they were nearly as big as Heather's disproportionately large nips. Her areolae were comparable in size as well, as was their deepest dark brown, almost black colouring. It was impossible not to munch boobs like that. Holding Victoria's jacket and blouse apart, she feasted on the banquet before her. Hell no; she didn't feast . . . she pigged out. Victoria meanwhile moaned, groaned and regularly said, 'Ye gods!' She seemed to be enjoying being munched as much as Heather was enjoying the munching, if not slightly more. Her boob appetite finally (but only temporarily) sated, Heather gently pushed Victoria across the room until the backs of her legs were against the bed. Staring at her but not speaking, she quickly removed that mannish jacket and tossed carelessly it onto a nearby chair. Then she removed the blouse altogether and shook her head in admiration. 'Beyond beautiful,' she said sincerely. Victoria's mannish trousers soon came off and, unfolded, joined the jacket and blouse on that chair. She was now down to a pair of large glasses and a pair of microscopic black panties. If Heather had been in a critical mood, she would have recognized those panties as being from (rather appropriately) Victoria's Secret. They were very sexy indeed. But, happy to admire boobs as she was, she currently hadn't time to spare of flimsy bits of fabric. Within the blink of an eye Victoria was down to nothing but those snazzy specs and an enthusiastic smile. 'Beyond beautiful,' Heather repeated. 'Get on the bed.' Victoria obediently sat on the edge with her knees parted. Sinking onto her own stockinged knees, Heather had a closer inspection. Mmmm, nice, nice, nice! Victoria was cleanly shaven down there and must have had microscopic bikini bottoms that matched her panties: while she didn't have any noticeable (and dreaded) white bits, there was definitely a patch of lighter olive where the sun hadn't recently reached. Her pussy was even more beautiful than the girl herself. Even swollen with hot blood it belonged on a statue of a Greek goddess. And juice was steadily streaming out of her, making her smell as heavenly as she looked. Heather gently pushed Victoria's upper body with one hand, holding her legs in place with the other. 'Half on, half off,' she said. Victoria clearly knew what she meant. She lay back but kept her feet on the carpet and widened the already wide gap between her knees. 'Take me,' she murmured, 'I'm yours.' \*\*\*\*\* Normally Heather approached first-time sex cautiously. Well, she did with girls, anyway. And her idea of "cautious" meant she tried not to go diving straight in at the clit. A lot of girls were sensitive there; a lot of girls needed plenty of more general attention before a direct attack on target number one. Tonight she tried her best to be cautious but only half-succeeded. Beginning by lapping up as much of that sweet juice as she, could, she gradually worked her way to the mouth of Victoria's vagina, where lapping up didn't seem to be viable: the more she lapped, the faster the juices streamed. And slowing down made no difference. Whatever she did, there was no stopping the flow! By now Heather was severely sexually excited. Almost miraculously, she hadn't cum yet but she felt as if she was self-lubricating at the same sort of rate as Victoria. And suddenly rational thought fled. Suddenly she was directly attacking the main target. Suddenly she'd forgotten all about sensitivity and "general attention". Suddenly her tongue was pressing the magic button and she was the one who immediately came. Which was just typical, wasn't it! Not that cumming quickly spoiled the night or even put Heather off her stroke. She had a locker room full of orgasms; using one up early didn't matter one whit. So, in the absence of rational thought, she kept on at that button, pressing it, rolling it from side to side, nibbling at it, fastening her teeth around it and (quite) gently tugging. Fortunately, Victoria was more hardy than most. She didn't so much put up with Heather's onslaught as relish it. 'Ye gods, yes,' she yelled. 'Yes, yes, yes!' This time they came simultaneously but neither of their mighty climaxes stopped Heather; no, not her. She pressed on as enthusiastically as ever. Victoria's repeated grunts, groans and moans only acted as a spur. 'Yes, yes, yes,' Victoria frequently cried, 'more, more, more.' Heather gladly gave her more and more. She soon gave up counting cums and hoping that they might coincide. Instead she pressed two strong fingers inside her willing victim and relied on nature to take her course. Then, perhaps three vaginal orgasms later, she abruptly broke off. 'Stay there,' she commanded. 'Watch me.' Being as slow and seductive as she possibly could, she took off her blouse then, rather flamboyantly, unzipped her skirt. 'Like what you see?' she asked, standing there between Victoria's still-spread legs, standing there in her nylons and a piece of string that was supposed to be a thong. Victoria's amazing chest was heaving. Her stream was becoming a river; Heather's question was only too obviously a waste of breath. 'Yes,' Vic gasped. 'Fuck me, yes, I do!' 'Do you want my thong on or off?' 'Off.' 'That is the correct answer.' Heather removed the very soggy garment and threw it aside, nowhere near caring where it landed. 'Do you want my stockings on or off?' 'On.' Victoria hesitated a second. 'I want them on for the time being, anyway.' 'Move up the bed.' Victoria did as she was told, dropping anchor from the bedroom carpet and bum-wiggling her way in the direction of the bedhead. Heather immediately joined her on the cum-drenched duvet. Victoria, probably expecting more head, somehow managed to open her legs even wider. The sight was too much. Heather was in like Flynn, but not in an oral way. No, she did her impression of a pirate boarding party and swarmed all over Vic, making sure she attained the dead central position. And making sure her pussy was in complete control by grabbing Victoria's ankles, yanking them high in the air, pointing her sexily-nailed toes up towards the ceiling. Positioned as she was, Victoria's clit was unmissable. A girl of Heather's skill and experience couldn't fail to stimulate it, using the whole extent of her own pussy. And (if she'd been in any state to think about what she was going to do), being a little less than fair about it. She was going to use goodness only knew how many square inches of herself directly against maybe one square inch of Victoria. Unfair or not, Heather came first. But still she didn't so much as falter. By her reckoning their orgasm count had got close to even. What did it matter if she was permanently up there, on the verge of another? She had a whole locker-room of cums, didn't she? Pleasuring Victoria was energizing her; it wasn't tiring at all. She could go on like this for the rest of the night. Grinning to herself, she accelerated. 'Yes,' yes, yes,' Victoria wailed. 'Give me more, more, more!' Her grin wider than her lover's legs, Heather further upped the pace. The rest of the night, she thought, only dimly aware it was the only real thought inside her head. 'Yes,' yes, yes,' Victoria echoed, 'more, more, more!'

Matt meets Jasmin at the Strip Club

My name is Matt and I am a middle aged divorced man from Texas. I am a father of four wonderful children. All of who are grown and have now left the nest. My youngest most recently ventured out on his own. Lately due to this fact I find myself with more and more idle time on my hands. I divorced young at thirty-two and because of being back in the dating pool I had kept myself in pretty good physical shape. Running two miles at least three times a week as kept me lean with very little body fat. I am 6'0" tall and a comfortable 190lbs. My hair is blonde and now at age forty-eight I am starting to have some very slight graying around my temples. My eyes are blue and I keep myself clean-shaven and smooth. I have always been an active man and enjoyed doing many different activities with my children. So as you can well imagine all this idle time was becoming an issue for me. My work is sometimes demanding and consumes a fair amount of my time, but lately even work was slow. This prompted me to look for something to occupy my time. I turned to the Internet. I started out searching for activities in my area that had a varied time frame, as I was never sure of exactly when my time off work would be. Almost every site I visited came with references to Social Media sites. I already had a Facebook account but I used it for family and close friends so I really wasn't comfortable adding strangers to my friend's list. I opted to install a few others and use a fictitious name and not add any family members to my contacts. It was on one such account (Instagram) that I happened to come across the account of a very beautiful woman who called herself Jasmin. She had popped up as a recommended person to follow by Instagram's suggestion list. I could tell from her cover photo that Jasmin was of Latin decent. Having always had a weakness for Latina women I immediately wanted to see and know more of this elegant young woman. I clicked "Follow" and was soon browsing through the many pics she had shared. I did notice that many of the pics were in sexy lingerie and other varied such types of apparel. After browsing a short time I was to learn why she was dressed this way in almost every picture. Jasmin was an erotic dancer at a club close to where I live. This was without a doubt her way of introducing herself to new people and gaining a following at the club. Jasmin was a very sexy woman and had the most beautiful smile I had seen in a very long time. Her demeanor in her photos made you feel at ease looking at her even though she was a complete stranger. Even looking at her sexy poses and skimpy dress was nice and her presentation made me feel less like a dirty old pervert and more like an admirer. After looking at many of her photos and using other items in the pics such as doors, counters, and such as reference points, I had decided Jasmin would be about 5'2". It would be possible that she may be as much as 5'4" but there was no way she could be more. Jasmin has long blonde hair, obviously not her natural color but the contrast with her very exquisitely tanned skin is wildly erotic. Her eyes are hazel and the way Jasmin applies her eye makeup makes her appear mysterious and wild at the same time. Pouty lips with just the right amount of lipstick would make any man yearn to taste them. I have heard my entire life since I was old enough to notice girls about the "Hour Glass Figure." I have seen very few women who rocked such a figure as perfectly as Jasmin. If I had to describe her incredibly sexy body with only one word it would have to be "Luscious." As I said before Jasmin is about 5'2" tall and I would guess not an ounce on the positive side of 110 to 112 lbs. Her breasts can only be described as magnificent and an educated guess would make her at 34D. Instagram prohibits complete nudity so her nipples at this point would have to be left to my imagination. Trailing down, her slender waistline is firm and flat. No doubt from hours of dancing and working out at a gym. Her abdomen is taunt and I am sure you could bounce a coin off her tummy if you tried. Jasmin's hips swell out to a respectable 36 inches (guessing again) and are accentuated by her perfectly round ass. Being an exotic dancer it is apparent in her pics that Jasmin is shaved which is perfect in my opinion. Her thighs and calves are not long but my oh my her legs may top everything and be her absolute best feature. Firm and toned with delicate curves that finishes at her beautiful small feet and neat pretty toes due to a precise pedicure. After about an hour of browsing her profile and pics I chose one photo that really stuck out to me and commented on it. I complimented Jasmin on her sexy eyes and the extremely erotic black lingerie outfit she was wearing. With five thousand plus followers I was under no illusion that this provocative young goddess would acknowledge my comment. You can imagine my surprise when later that same day I opened my Instagram and found that Jasmin had returned a comment to mine. She suggested that if I liked her photos so much that I should come out to the club and see for myself in person. Jasmin also commented that she really enjoyed dancing for a more mature gentleman like myself, as we were better mannered and knew how to treat women like more than just sex objects. I replied with a comment that I would love to come see her. After a few more exchanges I learned that Jasmin was indeed working the following evening. I made plans to go. I have visited gentleman's clubs in my younger days before I was married. But here many years later and much older I was bewildered to find myself actually nervous about going. It was an exciting feeling reminding me of my teen years and the thrill I felt when discovering the nude female form for the first times. The next day was Wednesday (an off day at the club according to Jasmin) and I had elected to take the day off from work. I fiddled away the day, mostly cleaning my home and relaxing with a swim in my backyard pool. At 6:30 PM I decided to shower and get dressed for the club. The shower was hot and refreshing with lots of good smelling body wash. After the shower standing in front of the mirror I gave myself a good close shave. I took my time to make sure I was nice and smooth with no stubble. I rinsed away any remnants of shaving cream and admired my work in the mirror. I dabbed some gel in my hair to hold it in place and ran a comb through it to keep it back away from my face and eyes. A few spritzes of my favorite cologne and I was ready to get dressed. I moved to my bedroom closet to select my attire for the evening. I chose white linen slacks with a navy blue button down shirt. I dropped the clothes on my bed and opened the drawer on my dresser. I pulled out a gray boxer brief and tan socks. Once dressed I finished the ensemble off with brown leather hiking style lace up shoes for comfort. Returning to the bathroom I brushed my teeth and gave myself a final once over in the mirror. Not bad for a 48 year old man if I must say so myself. A couple extra mists of cologne on my shirt and I was complete. It was 7:40 PM as I slid into the drive seat of my sleek black Dodge Challenger to make it to the club. I made a mental note to stop at the Bank ATM along the way. I had about $200 in my wallet but thought it might be best to have a bit more. I was in no hurry to get there. Jasmin had informed me that she wouldn't be there before 9:00 PM herself. So I drove casually, made my stop at the ATM and made my way south out of town towards the club. As I turned into the club parking I noticed they had a parking valet so I opted to use him versus finding my own spot. I figured to myself if I valet parked my car it would be more secure, as he would keep a look out over the cars he parked. I entered the club and found myself in a small entry room with the main club entry to my right. There was a guy I took to be a bouncer and a very pretty young woman behind a cash machine taking the entry fee of $10.00. I paid my fee and moved to my right to enter the main area of the club. The room was dark except for lights around the three stages. There was a main stage all the way to the rear and two smaller stages on each side. There was a bar between the small stage on my left and the main stage in the back. Between the stage on my right and the main stage was a door that appeared to go into the dressing areas for the dancers. As I stood and took in my surroundings a hostess asking where I would like to sit approached me. I explained that this was my first time here and that I had come to see Jasmine dance. The hostess was very sweet and offered to seat me right in front of the main stage, which had the best lighting. I eagerly accepted and followed her to a table she selected. As I sat down the hostess introduced herself as Monica and told me if I needed anything throughout the night I should just let her know. I thanked Monica and off she went. As Monica walked away, a waitress came over and inquired as to what I would like to drink. Her nametag said her name was Mandy. Mandy was maybe 5'5" and probably 125 lbs. or so. She had very nice breasts I would say 36C. Very attractive woman I thought to myself. I ordered a Vodka Sunrise with a salted rim. Mandy left to retrieve my drink and I turned my attention to the stage in front of me. A sexy young woman was moving about in perfect rhythm to the blaring music. She had dark hair small tits and a very nice round ass, She was already down to her g-string and I had a perfect view of her sweet little tits and tiny round nipples. I checked my watch and saw that the time was 8:55 PM. Perfect I thought, Jasmine should be in at anytime. Mandy returned and placed my drink on the table before asking if there would be anything else. I thanked her and paid for my drink with a tip. Mandy turned to check on her other patrons just as the dancer on stage was finishing up. As the dancer left the stage another sweet young thing came on just as the music was re-starting. The new dancer was blonde and had much larger tits than the previous dancer. Her ass was also a bit more filled out. She was no less sexy and could really move to the music. I figured out that each dancer performed to two songs on each stage before working the individual tables. The first song they danced and surveyed the crowd and the second dance they removed their tops and danced topless. This is when most of the men who wanted to tip would approach the stage and slip a dollar or two into the strap of their g-string. The blonde dancer was just starting her second song and she flung her top to the back of the stage. She had very large nipples that were dark brown. They were a deep contrast to her alabaster skin tone. Still she was sexy as hell. I heard the DJ come over the speakers asking, "Jasmine check sound, Jasmine check sound." I felt a sudden nervousness all of a sudden. Here I was to see a woman I had never met dance and take her clothes off. I was excited and felt like I had the first time I thought I was going to see a girl naked so many years before. The blonde's second dance ended and she collected her tips and top as she exited the stage to move over to one of the smaller stages. The music came back on. AC/DC was booming. You Shook Me All Night Long, was one of my favorite AC/DC songs. Then there she was. My breath caught in my chest. Jasmin swayed out onto the stage. To say I was mesmerized would have been the understatement of the decade. Jasmin literally took my breath away. She was astonishingly beautiful. Her pictures barely did her justice. She danced like she was liquid. Every part of her body moved in perfect unison with every other part. She was wearing pink boy short style panties over and obvious g-string. Her bra matched perfectly. The lights of the club made the pink almost glow. As Jasmin danced I saw her eyes start to move over the crowd. Even though it was an off night there was still probably 25 to 30 guests in the club. Her eyes eventually made it to the first row of tables in front of the stage. She stopped when she saw me and smiled her recognition. Although most didn't go up to the stage and tip on the first song I couldn't stop myself. I was on my feet standing at the edge of the stage before I even knew what I was doing. Jasmin slowly gyrated over to me. She turned away from me and bent all the way over at the waist. She smiled at me between her spread thighs as she backed her ass right up to an inch from my face. I could see the outline of the folds of her pussy through the panties. I gasped. Jasmin turned and knelt before me as she pulled out the waistband of her panties a bit for me to slide in the five-dollar bill I was holding. A quick kiss on my cheek and she danced away to resume her show. I returned to my seat and downed my drink in one long swallow. Mandy was right there with another drink. It was almost like she had watched the entire episode and knew I would need a refill. I paid her and tipped again. Mandy also kissed my cheek before she walked away. This was turning into a very exciting night. Jasmin's second song started. I did not know it. The song was a combination of sorts between pop and rap. A type of music I don't normally follow. But I didn't care. Jasmin had chosen it and she was dancing to it. As she moved to the music using the pole as a dance partner her top came off almost by itself. I didn't even see her undo the clasps. Her tits came into view and just like I had imagined in her pics they were astonishing. Her nipples were perfect. The areolas were about the size of a half-dollar with nipples standing out about a quarter inch. They were just perfect for suckling. They were slightly darker than her skin with erect nipples either from cold or excitement, or both. As she moved up and down on the pole she started working the boy shorts down over her thighs and kicked them to the back of the stage. Clad only in a g-string now there was not much left to my imagination. Her ass was divine and the string running between her ass cheeks made me incredibly jealous. Again I moved to the stage. This time as Jasmin danced over too me she squatted down and rubbed her tits in my face. The warm globes of flesh pressed to each side of my face were pure heaven. Her perfume was toxic. Jasmin flipped over to her hands and knees and backed her ass up to my groin. As her back arched she grinded her ass up and down my rapidly hardening cock. After a few seconds Jasmin turned so I could slip the fiver in my hand into her g-string. As I slid the bill into the strap Jasmin leaned in and kissed me right on the lips as she thanked me for the tip. "Matt would you like me to come visit your table after I have finished the other stages," she asked? I quickly agreed and hurried back to my seat to hide my growing erection. I was surprised she had remembered my name. Again I gulped down my drink and again Mandy was right there with a replacement, "She is quite hot isn't she," Mandy asked matter of factly? "Yes she is," was all I could get out coherently. "It seems she has taken to you. Be nice to her and you will have a night to remember," advised Mandy. Before I could reply Mandy also kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue tease my lips gently before she walked away. I wasn't sure what to think but I was enjoying myself immensely. Jasmin moved to the second stage after her second song ended. I yearned desperately to follow her but I feared I may appear needy or lecherous so I remained at my initial table. Two more dancers came to the main stage while I awaited Jasmin at my table. I barely noticed either of the new girls on the stage as I was constantly turning to observe Jasmin. As Jasmin made her rounds to the next two stages it was obvious she was extremely popular. Patrons clamored to each stage as she danced and stripped to the music. Finally four songs later Jasmin made her way back over to where I was sitting. She leaned in and kissed my cheek before whispering in my ear. The club was loud so it really wasn't a whisper. She put her mouth close to my ear and said, "I need to do a couple of requested table dances and go in back and change before I come sit with you." Jasmin put her hand on top of mine and smiled directly into my eyes. I felt as if she had just walked through my soul with the gaze that she gave me. "I want to have extra time with you so I hope you don't mind me taking care of this other business before we spend our time together," she said. I smiled trying earnestly to hide my disappointment and said to her, "Of course, please do what you need to do I am not going anywhere." Jasmin leaned in and kissed me again right on the lips. This time her tongue pushed past my lips and teased mine in an erotic dance inside my mouth. "Please don't leave, I promise I am coming back to you," she almost tongued into my ear as she turned to walk away. I turned to watch that heavenly ass walk away as Jasmin wove her way through the tables to handle the requests she had received while on stage. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I saw her stop at a table and begin speaking with a Hispanic man much younger than myself. I wanted to watch her dance for him but I forced myself to turn back towards the main stage in front of me. As a sexy little red head sauntered out onto the stage, Mandy approached to check on my drink or if I needed anything. I told her sure that I would like another as I was waiting on Jasmin to finish up and come over. Mandy smiled and said, "I am close friends with her and she told me she wants to hang with you. I am about to go on break and she asked if I could keep you company for her. Would you mind?" "Of course not, I would love the company. If you are allowed to drink please bring us both one" I replied. Mandy returned with two drinks, one for each of us. She sat them on the table and pulled her chair close to mine. This made me a little nervous as I didn't want to give Jasmin a reason to stay away. Mandy sensed my hesitation and assured me Jasmin would not mind us sitting together and talking while we waited on her. As we talked Mandy explained that her shift was over. The drinks she had brought us ended her night. She also informed me that Jasmin had asked her to explain the VIP room to me while we were waiting. As it turns out the club has private VIP rooms. For $150 you can go with a dancer into one of the private rooms for one hour. Dancer tips were extra of course. That $150 went to the club to compensate for the dancer being out of the main club room. Drinks would be served in the room and basically you were granted any freedoms you and the dancer chose to participate in. "Jasmin wants to go into a private VIP room with me, " I asked Mandy? "Yes she asked me to ask if you wanted to go and if so for me to bring you in and get you comfortable for her," stated Mandy. I looked around to find Jasmin and saw that she had moved to a second patron and was dancing for him. A middle aged white guy like myself. Less hair and quite chubby. He seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot. I decided the VIP room was definitely something I wanted. Just watching Jasmin's popularity in the club I knew having her to myself was going to be difficult if we remained where I was currently seated. I took my money clip out and peeled off $160 in $20 bills and gave them to Mandy. A huge grin crossed her face and she said, "You are going to be happy you decided to go private I promise." Mandy took my hand and pulled me up from my chair. Our drinks were all but empty so we left them on the table as she led me away. We walked to the back of the club and through a barely lit doorway. We entered a hallway with just enough light to see where to walk. Down either side of the hall were four doors. Mandy drug me along to the last door on the left. She opened the door and we stepped inside. As we entered the VIP room I took a quick look around. There was a sofa along the back wall with small tables to either end. Recessed lighting around the center of the ceiling maintained dim lighting in the room. On the wall to the left was a sound system. The room was sound proof from the main club music. I later learned it was so each performer could select her own music here. Around the ceiling over the sofa there was mirrors, as well as along both walls close to the sofa. Anyone sitting on the sofa would have an excellent view of any action all around. Mandy led me over to the sofa and pushed me to sit. She turned and picked up an intercom phone from one of the small tables and ordered two more drinks for us and a third drink for Jasmin. Mandy replaced the phone in its cradle and joined me on the sofa. She sat very close to me and drew her knees up tucking her feet beneath her ass. This caused her to be seated sideways facing me. We made small talk for a couple of minutes before there was a soft knock on the door. The door opened and a cute little blonde came in with a drink tray. She placed our drinks on the end tables and turned to leave closing the door behind her as she exited. No sooner had Mandy and I picked up our drinks to take a sip than the door opened and in stepped Jasmin. She smiled and turned to lock the door. Jasmin had changed outfits. She was now wearing a white satin type bra with matching thong. Her stockings were sheer white with solid white at the toes, around her thighs at the top, and a solid white seam up the back. Around her waist she had a white wrap tied at her hip and open all the way down her right leg. She was stunning. Not a hair out of place and her makeup, what little she wore was perfect. Without hesitation Jasmin walked directly to me and bent down kissing me hard right on the lips. I gave no resistance when her tongue pushed into my mouth to circle and tease mine. I felt my cock getting instantly hard and hoped Mandy didn't notice. I wondered how long Mandy planned to stay in the room with us. Jasmin broke the kiss and her hands rubbed my chest before reaching over and lifting her drink to her succulent lips and taking a long slow drink. Jasmin sat her drink down and walked over to the sound system. It was uncanny how she seemed to know my preference in music and could pick just the right songs. It was only moments before Peaceful Easy Feeling by the Eagles was filling the room. Jasmin turned and started to dance slowly and methodically to the soothing easy sounds the speakers were emitting. Her sarong was the first thing to be tossed aside. I felt my pulse racing as she moved closer to me. As Jasmin danced before me I felt a hand touch the inside of my thigh and caress upward towards my very hard cock. I realized I had completely forgotten about Mandy. I was totally captivated by Jasmin's presence. I looked up at Jasmin to see if she saw Mandy's hand on my thigh. Jasmin met my gaze with a lusty smile. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on but I am not a stupid man. If both of these hunnies wanted to entertain me, who was I to complain? I guess Mandy had meant it before when she said she was close friends with Jasmin. Mandy leaned in and kissed my ear lobe before blatantly tongue fucking my ear. She backed off and bit my ear before licking the spot right below and behind my ear. I melted. I guess I should explain that those two spots make me complete jelly. I can't be held accountable for anything if some one sticks their tongue in my ear or licks that spot. All intelligence leaves my body and I become a slave to the intense pleasure that choruses through me. If it was possible my cock stood up even harder inside my pants. The lightweight linen pants that I had chosen were now wet in the front from the precum flooding out of my dick. They were also doing absolutely nothing to hide my full-blown erection. Jasmin swayed over and faced away from me as she unclasped her bra behind her back with smooth perfection. As she turned to face me the bra slid away in a smooth fluid motion. It was perfect. Jasmin's tits came into view right before my eyes. I felt Mandy grab my hard shaft through my pants and squeeze it before stroking up and down. I moaned out loud. Mandy whispered in my ear, "I told you that you would enjoy the VIP room." Again Mandy attacked my ear with her teeth, lips and tongue. I was a seething mess on the sofa. She owned me, and she knew it. I forced open my eyes to look at Jasmin. She was smiling down at me swaying sexily to the music. The Eagles song had ended and Kiss You All Over by Exile had taken it's place. Jasmin again turned away from me and bent at the waist keeping her legs unbent. She smiled at me around her shoulder, her hair flipping over and hanging to the floor as she began to slide the thong over her hips and out of her ass crack. At that moment Mandy began opening my pants and freed my raging member. My cock was slick with precum so her hand slid easily up and down the shaft. I was trying desperately to focus on Jasmin and her very slow motion of removing her thong. When she turned I was dying to see her pussy for the first time and did not want to wait any longer than I had to. Mandy leaned down and engulfed my entire seven-inch cock in one swift movement. Her scalding hot mouth almost gave me a heart attack. My cock jerked, my body spasmed, and my breath left me for a moment. With all that I still managed to have my eyes glued to Jasmin. When she at last let the thong fall the rest of the way to the floor from her knees I was overwhelmed with anticipation. She turned to face me. Her pussy was completely smooth just as I had imagined it would be. There wasn't a single hair or stubble. She smiled and started moving towards me. Mandy was sucking my cock and caressing my balls as good or better than any porn actress I had ever seen suck a cock. The fact that I had not yet blown my load in her mouth was nothing short of a miracle. Jasmin was at the sofa between my spread legs now and she leaned in to kiss me again. This kiss was one hundred times hotter and more demanding than the last. Her tongue sought out mine in a battle of supremacy. Our tongues wrestled inside our mouths back and forth. Jasmin stood and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. She then knelt between my legs and slid my pants down and off my feet along with my shoes. She also tossed them aside with my shirt. Mandy was sliding her hot mouth up and down my cock sucking me like my dick was her salvation. Jasmin leaned in and started to lick and suck my balls She would lick then take one of my nuts completely into her wet mouth and suckle it. She then swapped and did the same to my other. After a couple of minutes Jasmin stood and started to move onto the sofa to straddle my lap. Mandy sensed her movements and rose up off my very hard very wet cock. She took my cock in her hand and got ready to guide it into Jasmin's bare pussy. As Jasmin straddled my thighs she started to lower herself fully onto me. Mandy never hesitated and pointed the drooling head of my engorged cock into the slippery folds of her friend's waiting cunt. Jasmin sank lower and her pussy enveloped the head of my cock. Pure smoldering velvet was what I felt sliding down my steel hard dick. Jasmin didn't stop until she was fully seated on my cock. Mandy barely got her hand out of the way before Jasmin's ass landed firmly on my thighs. Mandy pulled me to her and kissed me just as hard and just as fervently as Jasmin had just moments before. Her hand found its way between Jasmin and me where she started to tease Jasmin's nipples. She pinched and tweaked them making Jasmin squeal and moan in pleasure. Jasmin pulled my face from Mandy and kissed me again before moving to my ear and saying, "I've wanted to fuck you since we talked online. You were so sweet and such a gentleman, not like most of the vultures that come here. I told Mandy we were going to have you. She is my room mate by the way." With that, Jasmin started raising and lowering her sweet, burning hot, and super wet pussy up and down my rigid cock. I can't swear for sure but I am almost certain her cunt was the hottest and tightest thing to ever welcome my cock inside. Jasmin leaned back and put her hands on my chest. She started riding my cock with abandon. She moaned and gasped and made such noise I was glad the room was sound proof. I leaned back and rested my head on the back of the sofa. Mandy took that as a welcome and stood up and swung her right leg over me. In seconds she had lowered her juicy cunt down to my waiting lips and tongue. I slid my tongue up and down her dripping pussy, licking her cunt lips and tasting her delicious nectar. As Mandy moaned above me she pushed her pussy harder onto my tongue. I slipped my tongue up and inside her slit and tongue fucked her hole for all I was worth. Mandy bucked like a wild woman on my face. Mandy was getting close to an orgasm and I was dying to taste her sweet hot cum. I was thankful for the distraction, or Jasmin riding my cock would have made me explode and shoot my scalding cum in her cunt long ago. Jasmin was gripping the hair on my chest and she bounced up and down on my dick. She would alternately pull my chest hair and grab my nipples pinching and twisting them. It was glorious. I couldn't recall ever having felt this good during sex in my entire life. Mandy rode my face, Jasmin fucked herself on my cock. I had never felt more like a fuck toy before and I loved every second of it. Mandy was the first to cum. Her back arched and she screamed. Her body convulsed and her pussy flooded my face. Mandy was a squirter and she literally flooded me. I licked and sucked as much as possible but my face and chest were drenched before Mandy dismounted my face. She slid onto the sofa to watch Jasmin riding my cock. I wiped my face with my hand before grabbing Jasmin by the hips and pushing my hips upwards forcing my aching cock to meet her quivering pussy thrust for thrust. Jasmin was thrashing around and swinging her head back and forth. "Fuck my pussy! Give me that hard cock! Make me cum you fucking bastard! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!," Jasmin yelled over and over. She had become desperate, craving her orgasm more than a newborn baby needing mother's milk. Jasmin was past wanting to orgasm, she needed it. I fucked her as hard as I could from beneath her. I rammed up and shoved my cock hard into her pussy causing my pelvis to slam into her hard little clit. She was losing it fast. When her orgasm hit it was incredible. It was massive. It was soul wrenching. At first she screamed, "Yesssssssssssssssssss." Then she exploded in the throes of her body being taken away with the pleasure she was feeling. After a few seconds her body went stiff, then she jerked like she was having a seizure. Her body shook like she had chills from freezing cold. Then she fell forward burying her face into the nape of my neck. She continued to work her hips, grinding on my cock. Her pussy was literally milking my shaft unrelenting in it's mission to take my cum. Jasmin began to whimper then sob uncontrollably as she ground out her orgasm on my dick. I couldn't hold out anymore. Jasmin whimpered in a begging voice asking for my cum so I relented. I shot jet after jet of my burning jism into her sucking cunt. Jasmin continued to squirm and grind my cock until she was sure my cock was given completely to surrender in her pussy. Jasmin lifted her face from my shoulder and I saw her sobbing had been real. Tears were still slowly leaking from her eyes and running down her face. She kissed me. Not forcefully and demanding like before. But this time it was long and slow and passionate. The after glow of our orgasms was slowly fading. Mandy leaned in and kissed us both back and forth until all three of us joined in one long soft wet kiss. Our hands ran over each other's bodies. Jasmin leaned in next to my ear and whispered, "I have never came like that. I have never felt so blown away that I couldn't stop myself from crying. That was incredible Matt." Jasmin slid off me to my left as Mandy was on my right. As she settled back onto the sofa Mandy moved over and knelt between her spread open legs. Mandy dove in and started licking my cum from Jasmin's overflowing cunt. When Mandy was convinced she had licked and sucked all of my cum from Jasmin's still quivering pussy she moved up and kissed Jasmin. They kissed and licked sharing my cum with each other. I picked up my now watered down drink from the melted ice and drank it all down in one big swallow. These two woman had to be the hottest women in the world and I needed and drink to process what had just transpired. The three of us sat on the sofa catching our breath and Jasmin started speaking. "Matt, Mandy and I are done for the night here at the club. We want you to come home with us and continue our fun. Will you come with us?" I said it before and I will say it again. I am not a stupid man. Of course I said yes. We gathered our clothes and Mandy and I began to dress right there. Jasmin excused herself to go to her locker and change. She would meet Mandy and me at the cars. We left the club in their car headed for their place. Both women assured me that my car would be safe at the club. I wasn't sure where this would go but I was sure going to find out. I thought for a moment. When I left home earlier tonight this was in no way in my wildest expectations of how this night would turn out. I smiled. What happened when we got to their place? Well that is another story completely.

Hotel for Strangers Ch. 01

I have run a very small, almost invisible hotel for a number of years now. We have never sought publicity of any kind, you will not find us on any website, magazine or advert. We are not even listed in a telephone book or the yellow pages. If you know about us then you also know you don't necessarily want others to know about us. It was one of our customers who first plagiarised the fight club film by quoting, the first rule of Cavendish House is you don't talk about Cavendish House, the second rule is you don't talk about Cavendish House! When I first bought the hotel my aim was pretty basic, build up a reputation, build my bank balance and either get to a point that the business was attractive enough to be bought out by a chain or earn enough to sell up and go for a bigger hotel. I figured I was young enough at twenty five to go through a build and sell model a few times so that within ten years I would have enough assets to either retire or get someone else to do the hard work while I lived comfortably off the generated income. It never quite worked out that way for me, the first year was good, regular customers, rarely an empty bedroom and all of the money earnt was channelled back into improving the facilities with an aim to attract a more up market cliental. It was the second year that nearly sank me. With all of the money from year one re-invested the bookings suddenly dried up and stopped. After three months without a single customer, financial difficulties forced me to lay off all the staff leaving just myself and my girlfriend Liz to run the place. The hotel had been left to me as a gift from my late Grandfather so at least there was no mortgage to pay but the monthly bills were still crippling with no income. Several times in the following months I considered selling the small eight bedroom hotel to a property developer but every time I considered the option I heard my Grandfathers voice in my head telling me to have faith and look for a niche in the service market. Liz thought the voices in my head were a sign of stress or possibly early schizophrenia. She also told me that she briefly considered locking the bathroom door when she showered to avoid a psycho incident but then remembered she particularly liked it when I interrupted her shower to help her lather up and wash her clean. Our plan was to offer exceptional customer service, what the customer wanted the customer got sort of thing. With an intention of capturing the business market as they tended to be high paying and fast turn over, usually one or two night stays and out all day at meetings or conferences to allow us to keep the hotel clean and ready without lots of guests hanging around all day with little requirements. Our lifeline came one autumn evening when our first booking in months landed a party of four business types for an overnight stay. This one booking would be enough to allow us to keep going for at least a month, more if we were careful. As it happened this was to be the event that transformed our little world and shaped the next five years of our lives. The business party was pretty normal, three middle aged men and a woman who seemed to be the personal assistant of one of the others. Liz and myself split hotel duties between us as necessary, both of us being capable of doing all the roles but Liz preferred the front of house role and was a great hostess. I checked all four in to the hotel and delivered their luggage to their rooms while Liz provided drinks and enquired about any plans for eating. As it happened the senior of the party indicated they were eating out but may well be back for a nightcap later. Liz managed to get another two rounds of drink from the group before they left for dinner through the use of some selective flirting which was getting lapped up by at least two of the middle aged men and seemed to amuse the woman too. Once the party left for the evening, Liz and myself discussed the plan for the evening. Normally one of us would stay up to welcome guests and work the bar while the other would retire with the aim to do the early shift for breakfast. Tonight however we both decided to stay up, as we waited for the party to return we began talking about how far either of us would go to provide customer service. It started quite jokey, playfully I asked Liz would she let one of them touch her if they wanted too in order to make a customer happy. The response surprised me and I soon realised that Liz was committed to making sure we got a good recommendation from our guests. I could easily have been upset or annoyed at the fact that Liz was prepared to allow some middle aged stranger grab her ass just for a good recommendation, but I found the whole thing a serious turn on. I never thought for one minute it would actually happen. "What would you do then?" Liz asked me as we sat quietly having a drink -- "Where would you draw the line for your business, your livelihood, your future?" Liz had a way of teasing me with her seductive pout and suggestive dares. "Would you for instance" Liz suggested "allow that PA woman to suck your young, hard cock. I bet she hasn't had a cock like yours for years. I saw the way she looked at you when you checked her in, I swear she clenched her arse and thrust her tits forward the whole time she was stood by you. You can't tell me you didn't notice her, you are a sucker for breasts and she almost put hers on a plate." Liz laughed as she made her last announcement, softly cupping her own ample breasts and telling me the girls almost felt jealous. I had seen Liz like this before, her sexuality was on a slow burn, smouldering away waiting for the explosion then all hell would break loose. I wanted nothing more than rip her clothes off and stoke her fire over a table in the hotel bar but in this mood we would still be fucking and oblivious if our guests came back and that wasn't quite the way I wanted to get a recommendation. The tension and suggestion built between us and I was just about to give in and take Liz into the storeroom when our four business guests returned from dinner. Liz knew she had me worked up and fit to burst, not helping by giving my cock a quick stroke through my trousers just before the party walked into the bar area. Liz took a drinks order, happily serving three shots of our most expensive whisky and one glass of white wine, quickly followed by another round. After that two of the party retired leaving the PA and the youngest of the three men to have another drink. Liz served another white wine and whisky before one of our guests re-appeared in the doorway of the bar signalling he needed some help. Liz spotted him before I did and gave me a wink telling me she was off to improve our ratings. Wiggling her fine ass, in her tight black skirt as she clip clopped on her four inch heels over to the doorway. Disappearing with the guest after a short conversation leaving me with the two in the bar. Liz returned about fifteen minutes later slightly red in the face but with a huge smile on her face. I knew something had happened but I couldn't really ask her in front of the other two guests. Almost on cue the two finished their drinks thanked us both and left the bar heading back to I assumed either one or the other of their rooms. I quickly turned to Liz and gave her my best disapproving stare before asking if there was something she wanted to tell me? Liz laughed and suggested that the guest may have tried to feel her ass as she located another pillow for him. But the way she said it made me think there was more to it that just that. "So what exactly took another fourteen minutes after you found the pillow then?" was the challenge I responded with, noticing for the first time that her hair was now loose around her shoulders rather than being pulled back into a tight pony tail that she usually wore while working. Before I could press the point and find out exactly what Liz had been up to the PA appeared back in the bar this time trying to catch my eye for some assistance with her room. Liz smiled as I walked away to help my guest and blew me a kiss as she began the process of locking the bar and closing up for the night. My guest, Claire as it turned out, was having multiple problems. The first being the request for an additional pillow (seemed to be catching!) which I located in one of the rooms wardrobes, the second issue was with the TV and how it worked, again another easy fix. The third was the one she was obviously working up to and from her open suitcase she produced what liked like a white six inch microphone with a long cable and plug on the end. "I need a hand with this if you don't mind" Claire said waving her microphone in one hand and the plug in the other. In my naivety I took the plug dropping to my knees to locate the nearest plug socket before I registered what the microphone actually was. My suspicions confirmed as the plug connected and the "microphone" instantly began to buzz and vibrate with the application of power. Claire was stood against the edge of the bed about two feet to my right, the white vibrator buzzing gently in her hands and her eyes watching me for my reaction. My mind instantly jumped back to the conversation with Liz earlier and the challenge of what would I do to make a guest happy. The words were out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to override them "Is there anything else I can help you with while I'm here?" "Maybe one thing" Claire responded deftly releasing the button and zip of her skirt allowing it to fall smoothly to the floor. Claire was probably in her late thirties, about five foot eight, so considerably taller than Liz, and was completely clean shaven. She was now stood naked from the waist down with the exception of a pair of heels having evidently either not worn underwear or having managed to remove them discreetly before her skirt hit the floor. I began to move closer to Claire not quite sure if I was actually about to do what was so obviously going to happen. Still on the floor my head was at eye level with her naked pussy, a shimmer of moisture between her legs reflecting from the room lights and the subtle scent of a woman telling me I had as many green lights to proceed as there could possibly be. Slowly my mouth began to kiss Claire's skin, starting with the junction of thigh and pelvis, kissing across to the top of her other thigh then back again drifting slightly lower with each pass. The small prickles of re-growing hair against my lips and tongue as I explored lower. With a sigh Claire parted her legs enough to allow my kisses to graze her inner thighs, my nose brushing past her lips as I move from kissing one thigh to the other. On the next pass I feel Claire's hand rest on my head, the vibrator still in her hand causing a gentle buzz to be transferred into my head. My mouth for the first time now directly onto Claire's pussy, my tongue tasting the first drop of moisture between her lips, pushing softly between her folds and being met by more wetness and heat. Slowly I move my tongue up and down Claire's pussy, my mouth occasionally kissing her lips before my tongue pushes back inside. My tongue flicks and licks for a few minutes, Claire's hand controlling the pressure of my licks as she pushes my face between her legs to get the connection she wants. Sitting down on the bed Claire leans back and moves the magic wand on to her skin just above her clit. Her legs moving wide apart so I can get my mouth fully onto her cunt, her beautiful pussy opening up as her legs spread and get pushed back as my mouth once again connects with her womanhood. My tongue now free to delve deeper inside her than was possible in the previous position. I feel the vibrator push down slightly, brushing against my forehead as Claire moves the wand against her clit. Realising that there isn't room for my tongue to compete with the vibrator on Claire's clit I move my head away and insert a finger inside Claire's pussy, quickly followed by a second. For the first time since she dropped her skirt Claire talks, surprisingly, despite the two fingers up her snatch and her pussy juice all over my face, she unleashes a flood of pure sex talk. Oh god, fuck my pussy hard. Give me more, harder, harder. Make me cum you fuck toy. Eat my pussy. Eat me, fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk. Yes! You get the general gist of the language, I might have missed a few words as she began to shake and buck, her legs clamping around my head as her orgasm hit and she humped up against my face, the vibrator wedged between my head and her clit applying increased pressure and making her scream her head off as she enjoyed wave after wave of pleasure. The first sign that Claire had finished was the vibrator being turned off, my fingers were still deep inside her and the aftershock and pulsating pussy were still continuing but quickly subsiding in pressure. Slowly Claire unclamped her legs and lowered her feet back to the floor, leaving me to plant a few last kisses and licks against her ravaged wet pussy. Extracting myself I cleaned up in the bathroom washing my face and hands before wishing Claire a good night's sleep and exiting the room, Claire was asleep within a minute of the door closing. As I walked back to the apartment I shared with Liz I did have a knot in my stomach, guilt of eating Claire's pussy and then going straight back to my girlfriend was not sitting comfortably with me. I knew I was going to have to tell her everything that had happened and take the grief that was undoubtedly coming. My mind briefly pulled up the thought that Liz had, in all likelihood, also been unfaithful tonight just as much as I have but that wasn't the point and I made a conscious decision to remove that completely from my train of thought. Our apartment was a simple three room space above the bar area, accessed by a small corridor and private staircase. We didn't need much of an apartment as most of the time we were in the hotel and using the facilities there, but the apartment consisted of a nice size bedroom, bathroom and a small kitchen/living area with a sofa and tv. The kitchen area was the first space inside the apartment with a separate door to the bedroom and another to the bathroom. The kitchen lights were off, but the bedroom door was open with light flooding out illuminating the way. I starting talking before I got half way to the door, already apologising for being unfaithful, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I got to the doorway and saw Liz on the bed. Naked, laying back against a pile of pillows with her knees drawn up and her legs spread wide apart, her favourite rabbit vibrator stuffed deep inside her pussy. Liz was slowly moving the toy in and out of her snatch, her face neutral showing almost no emotion. I had caught Liz using her toy a couple of times but never quite as blatantly as this, if I didn't know better I would have assumed this was almost going to be a show. "Well I hope you didn't tire yourself out completely because I think you need to show me exactly what you did. And then maybe I will tell you about my day." A hint of mischief in her voice as she pulled the rabbit slowly out of her pussy. Taking the rabbit out of Liz's hands I lay down on the bed placing my face between her legs, kissing her thighs and lower stomach, kissing all around her pussy. Moving quicker than I had with Claire my tongue found Liz's wet cunt much faster and immediately began lapping at the juices between her lips, the rabbit already having stimulated her so she was already hot and wet. Liz began her delicate moans and groans almost with the first flick of my tongue, her clit already swollen and receptive to my sucking and licking. I licked and sucked, nibbling at her lips before moving away to kiss her inner thighs. Pushing her thighs up and apart firmly before diving my face back into her pussy and running my tongue from bottom to the top of her opening. Flicking my tongue around Liz's clit I pushed two fingers inside her hole before introducing the rabbit toy over her clit. Like had happened with Claire I pressed my forehead against the vibrator applying pressure on to Liz's clit while my fingers began to pump her hole and my tongue became redundant for the moment. Liz didn't last long with so much attention on her pleasure button and quickly began to buck and shake. "Oh fuck, fuck, oh god, yes. Make me cum, fuck yes." Liz moaned and groaned as her orgasm hit, a squeal of joy escaping from her mouth in between other noises of pleasure and encouragement. Liz pulled the vibrator away from her clit mewing as I also removed my fingers and began to detach myself from between her legs. "You were a naughty boy weren't you" Liz teased now sitting up. "But I guess as long as you gave a good service which if the last few minutes were any kind of indicator you really did look after the needs of our guests. I guess I had better come clean and show you what I got up to earlier seeing as we are sharing." Moving off the bed and pushing me back until my back pressed against the wall Liz planted a quick kiss on my lips tasting her own cum before sinking down to her knees in front of me. She deftly unzipped my trousers reaching her slender hand inside and quickly extracting my hard cock through the opening. Liz's eyes locked on to mine as she opened her mouth and began to suck on the end of my cock, her warm mouth slowly engulfing me and sucking over the head of my rigid shaft. Liz is an excellent cock sucker and can take my whole cock into her mouth normally without any problem at all, tonight though she was giving me a very different blowjob, concentrating just on the tip and head, hardly allowing any more than the head into her mouth. Even so with her swirling tongue and sucking it was still a fantastic sensation and the constant eye contact was so fucking sexy. After a few minutes of sucking the head while her hand wanked my shaft I could feel I was about to blow, I couldn't help it but instinctively put my hands onto Liz's head, gripping her hair and began to push my hips forward slightly fucking her mouth, pushing my cock deeper into her warm wet mouth. Liz's eyes widened as I pushed my cock into her, holding her firmly until my open trousers brushed against her nose. I pulled out and thrust forward again and again Liz's mouth now being used as a fuck hole as I groaned and began to twitch. One more thrust and I exploded, my cock blasting several thick streams of man-cream into Liz's open mouth, holding myself deep inside her while I drained myself into her. Once my cock finished twitching and spitting cum I released my hold on Liz's hair allowing her to detach herself from my cock. Liz still had her eyes locked on to me as she calmly took my cock and tucked me back inside my trousers. Standing up and even zipping me back up. At that point she took a step back with a smile on her face. "But obviously, only you get the full service and swallow honey." She told me as she turned and climbed back onto our bed. "Wow" I exclaimed "if we don't get a five star recommendation from this group I think we need to open a new business in the sex industry" half joking after the incredible blow job I had just received. "Maybe we have found a niche in the market" Liz suggested, "but we should do some more market research before we commit." "I'm all up for market research" I replied already stripping out of my clothes and climbing into bed besides Liz, "maybe we should decide what services should be put on the menu" I said as Liz and I fell into an embrace, our lips meeting and our naked bodies pressing together as our passion for each other once again bubbled to the surface.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3 Continued. Master broke in. "Well Angela?" She looked at him questioning. "You haven't spoken in a while but you seem to be enjoying yourself." She nodded and acted a little self conscious standing in front of us naked. "I don't know. I guess I'm in shock." She looked down at herself as if checking to make sure all her parts were intact. "I've never done anything like this. I mean, I've had sex..." We knew that part. "But fuck. You guys are intense." Master nodded. "Yeah, We are, but that's part of our lifestyle. We aren't always this intense. Sometimes we're much more intense, but we're almost never like the 'vanilla' world either." He walked over to the table and scooted the almond oil a couple of inches as if to remind to us that he wasn't done yet, then he walked over to the hotels advertisements strewn on one table. He called and ordered a variety of foods from room service and a pot of coffee. Oh shit, I thought. Coffee? He's plotting. Angela sat down on the bed near me. She looked like she had something to say but she was quiet. While Master was busy I scooted closer and took her hand. "Are you alright?" She grasped my hand and turned back to me. "I'm so fuckin' alright. I didn't even know I could get this horny." I laughed and we held hands, watching Master. Master returned to unclip my leash. "You girls relax for a while. I ordered some food." I rolled off of my knees onto my back and splayed out across the bed. Angela laid back and rested her head on my thigh. We laid there for a long while and rested. She toyed with the end of my leash, twirling it on the beautiful brown skin of her trim belly. Master clicked on some boring TV news show and I ignored it as I was well practiced in doing. My thoughts drifted to Angela and Master. She was so open and Masters artful manipulation seemed to have drawn out a natural desire for dominance and submission, or maybe it was just that she liked heavy sex. I assumed that Master was just that good and she hadn't even realized what was happening. I reached down and stroked her head as it rest on my thigh, brushing the hair from around her face. A knock came to the door. Master pointed toward the door. I went to grab some cloths and realized all I had left was the sheer cover up I brought for the beach. It wouldn't even begin to hide my black garter and stockings but I grabbed it and didn't even tie it closed as I ran for the door. A young man stood there with a cart full of food. He looked right past me and I realized he could see Angela lying naked on the bed. The next place his eyes landed was on my tits, the details of which were only slightly hidden by my cover-up, which wasn't closed anyway. I stepped out of the way for him to enter but his nerves got ahold of him and he pushed the cart half way inside the door before excusing himself. I couldn't resist playing with him. I let go of the cover-up and it fell open. One nipple came uncovered. His eyes shot down to my smooth pussy. He left so fast that I started giggling uncontrollably. We enjoyed a snack and left the cart outside the door. We all had a glass of wine as our conversation picked up. Angela had questions which she and Master discussed at length. I listened quietly. By the time the subject started to change Angela had a very good idea what our lifestyle was like, as well as an idea how other people view the lifestyle. Her image of leather clad, hooded sexual deviancy had been softened to an open minded acceptance that our lifestyle was varied and that different people lived different ways that were acceptable as long as certain lines weren't crossed, and even those lines were subjective in ways. She accepted us. We accepted her. I wanted her in my life in whatever capacity could exist. We were fast friends. But we were friends sitting at the table with a crafty and intelligent man who had an agenda. In my world, that was something never to be forgotten. That bottle of almond oil was still looming large in my mind. My eyes wandered over the room where so much had already taken place. It gave me an idea of my own. I left my chair and knelt next to Master laying a hand on his thigh. He would know I had a request. He nodded my way. "Master, may your slave remove her stockings?" I didn't want to tell him they had become uncomfortable or I might end up wearing them all the way home. He nodded his consent. I had more. "May your slave run a bath for you two? Master thought for a moment. "A hot bath sounds nice girl." He looked at Angela. She smiled in agreement. "Yes, run us a bath and be in it when I'm ready." I turned to my duty. There were bath oils sitting next to the tub. I ran the bath as hot as I could stand it, infusing the oils into the water. I stripped and stepped into the heat. If stung my skin as I entered. The masochist in me took over as I sat upon a preformed seat. The tub would easily accommodate all three of us, though maybe just a little cozy. It may have been designed for two, but it was plenty big enough for two people and a slave. The warmth penetrated my body and as the tub filled up I knelt upon the bottom, my breasts bobbing at the surface. I called out. "Master, your water is ready." The two of them walked over. Master helped Angela into the water and stepped over the side himself. Each of them took one of the seats and I remained between them. As Master relaxed I took his foot in my hands and set it in my lap. I began massaging it. I massaged both feet, up each leg until I was nearly brushing against his genitals. I worked every muscle and then turned to Angela and did he same. She loved it. She laid back and whispered at me repeatedly how good it felt. Next I turned to my Master and asked, "May your slave massage her loving Masters back?" He turned, allowing me to slip behind him, where I again worked the muscles of his back, shoulders and neck. I reached around and worked down his arms from behind before slipping from behind him and kneeling in front of him where I massaged his chest, his forearms, even his hard stomach. I turned to Angela . I didn't even have to ask as I slipped behind her, mirroring my work over her beautiful brown skin. I admired how my pale white skin contrasted against hers. I slipped around the front of her and worked her forearms, and hands. Her response to my ministrations was dramatic in comparison to Masters stoic appreciation. I worked my way up her tummy to her breasts where I no longer massaged muscles but large, beautiful orbs of exquisite tan sexuality. She looked me in the eye the whole time. It intimidated me and I kissed her on the cheek as I withdrew to the middle of the tub and knelt toward my master in the tangle of our feet. As I worked over their muscles in the steamy water, they conversed about lots of things, masters work, Angela's schooling . We talked about how I met Master and how he learned to be a Dominant. It was relaxed and comfortable. The tangle of feet aside, kneeling in shallow water is fun. It opens up so many seductive options with its supportive weightlessness. I leaned back and let my nipples stick out of the water. When I wasn't paying attention Master flicked one with his finger and I yelped out loud. It embarrassed me. Angela splashed water in his face and we all laughed. The water was getting warm and Master told me to get our towels. I stepped out and brought an open towel to the tub. Master led Angela out and I wrapped it around her. I was freezing. I dried Masters body but before I finished he picked up a towel and wrapped it around me. I dried myself. The room was warm but I was still cold. I stepped to the bed and drew the covers back, kneeling on the floor beside it. Angela bounced up on the bed and spoke to Master. "Jon, can Stephanie come up on the bed?" "If you like." he responded. I crawled up into the bed. Angela and I were sprawled on the soft, clean sheets of the bed. The room was still lit only by candles. The TV had been turned off. The only sounds were ours and distant waves. Our hair was wet. If it weren't for the looming presence of my Master I would have curled up next to Stephanie and fallen sleep, but Master returned. He brought my leash and a handful of long, thick white cotton ropes. Be tossed the leash to Angela. She was awkward as she fumbled to clip it on my collar, but I suspected a lot more awkward was coming for both of us. Master asked Angela, "Do you want to see how intense it can get?" She didn't answer for a moment, and when she did it came out soft and quiet. I had a nagging angst as I wondered where this would go. "For who?" She asked. "That depends on you." She swallowed hard and didn't say anything. "What do to want?" He asked. I could see was processing. She looked at me as if she wanted advice. She swallowed hard. "Stephanie is so beautiful and you two are so close. I want to talk to her if you don't mind." "Okay." He jerked my chain and I crawled fast to the edge of the bed and knelt before him, spreading my thighs wide facing him, palms turned up and resting on my thighs, eyes resting on his feet. She crawled across the bed and sat on the edge next to me. Master was directly in front of us. "Stephanie, I need to know what you think." I was confused. I looked up at her while she continued. "I'm scared, but I want to know how you feel, you know, first hand." I couldn't help smiling as I admired her honesty and her courage.. Master watched us. I responded. "You don't need me for that Angela. I think that would be beautiful, but are you sure? You've seen so little." She nodded. "I don't know if I'm sure. Jon, I mean, your Master," she looked up at him and turned away quickly, "he's so..." She paused searching for words. I interrupted. "He's a good Master who knows how to reach me. He's a good man. I love him and I adore you. If there is something you want, just ask. If you are worried about hurting me, don't. I am his and what pleases him, pleases me." It felt really weird having this conversation with him standing naked a foot away. I took her hand and held it for a moment, then with a gentle squeeze I placed her hand on Masters chest. She looked up at him. He stood like a statue, beautiful and silent. Angela left her hand there as she looked up at him. "Jon, would you teach me? "Teach you what?" He asked. She thought for a moment. "Teach me how to serve you?" Master thought for a moment of his own. "There are a lot of things we both have to learn before I can even consider something like that, but what I will do is start making sure you know what you're asking. Get on your knees." He commanded. She hesitated, looking me over and then seemed to realize she ought to be moving. She shifted her knees under her. Master took her hands and placed them palm down on her thighs then grabbed the hair behind her head and tilted her head down before speaking again. "Angela, you've only seen a little of what my relationship with this slave is like. Our sessions can be much more intense, and much longer than what you've seen tonight." He leaned down and put his face next to her ear. "And much, much more painful." He stood again. "How can I be confident that you are serious when we've only known each other a day?" She paused a long while before answering. She started to look up but he pushed her head back down. "I don't know about the pain. I'm afraid, but I've been watching you two, or really watching Stephanie." She stopped for a moment. "I've never seen trust like hers. I don't think I want to be a slave but I want to feel like she feels." I was gushing inside. I wanted to embrace her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted Master to want her and I wanted her next to me. Master must have been reading my mind. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face. Her hand was still on his chest and I wanted desperately to see the expression on her face, but Masters eyes were drilling into mine as he spoke. "Slave. What do you think about all of this?" "Master, I live for your pleasure. I only want you happy." "Bullshit." The word hit me like a slap on the face. "I know you are devoted. I know your love for me and I love you, but you have desires. What she's asking may become serious someday. Are you willing to take that risk?" Doubts and questions flooded my mind. He held my face with his hand but his eyes gripped my soul. He was right, of course. I thought about Angela. My warmth for her had grown so fast, but I had no doubt of her sincerity. She was amazing. I thought about Master. Every fear I ever had of him had turned into love and trust as the fears proved unfounded. I let the thoughts run through my mind, afraid to speak too quickly. Hints of jealousy washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew my fear was not rational. Excitement of the novelty of having a sister enveloped me, but the reality of how difficult life can be in a relationship checked my emotions up. I turned to look at her. Her hair was messy. She was gorgeous kneeling next to me. That aroused me. I reached to her and placed my hand gently on the back of her head. She turned to me and the expression of sincerity mixed with fear, lust and whatever other complexity drew me to her. I looked at Master. "I've never met anyone like her, Master. She knows what she wants and she is not naive. I think she would make a perfect sister to me and I believe she will bring even more beauty into our lives. I know you will make good decisions for me." Master listened and thought. He lifted her chin, holding both of our faces up to him. "Then we'll just see how it goes. I am not promising anything to either of you but I'll accept your request Angela. You'll have to earn my trust and I will earn yours." He bent over putting his face close to hers. "This will not be easy for you girl. Your training starts tonight." She looked up at him and swallowed hard, "Yes, yes..." "Sir" he finished for her. "You will call me Sir. You are not my slave. You are my submissive. You are sisters and you will address each other as your sister. Your name does not exist Angela. You are my girl, Stephanie is my slave." I almost giggled. He was on a roll. My heart leapt at the thought of having her as my sister. Master continued, "We will have details to work out, but for now you two had best put the rest of the world aside. Tonight, this is your world." I love it when he gets like that. Master took a rope, fastened it into a loop around her neck, loose and secure. She didn't move. He jerked down. It took a moment but she got on her hands and knees. He dropped her leash and took mine, almost dragging me off of the bed to sit in the chair. My heart sank but I didn't let it show. He returned to her and took up her leash. He jerked upward. She thought for a moment and then returned to her knees. He pulled up so that the rope strained against her neck until she rose up off of her haunches. Concentration on my sisters face was a gorgeous thing. "If you can't take what you're going through, you can tell me to stop, but I warn you, if you ask me to stop, I will stop completely. I will assume you have changed your mind and you will be free to go. You'll be free to stay too, but I will not force you to do something you don't want. Do you understand?" She nodded, he pulled the rope toward him until she lost her balance. She struggled but she regained it. Answer me with Yes Sir." She answered, "Yes Sir." I was fascinated watching them. "Do you understand that you are free to go?" He asked. "Yes Sir." Do you want to go?" "No Sir" "Are you afraid to be bound?" "No Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, I'm afraid but..." He interrupted her. "Do you accept my control and will you submit?" "Yes Sir." She was awesome. She glanced at me. I smiled. Her face showed her nerves. Master took her leash and dragged her backward until she fell with a soft shriek onto her back on the bed He bound her wrists together in front of her, then went to his bag and dumped it on the table. A massive pile of coiled rope fell out, as well as a few items I hoped my new sister wouldn't see, at least until Master chose for her to. In her current state that wasn't much of a concern. He returned to her with more ropes and dropped them on her belly. She looked a little wide eyed as Master took my leash and led me onto the bed. "Kneel over your sister's face." His voice was deep and commanding. I complied. My knees were on each side of her head. I was facing her legs. My pussy hovered directly over her face. I awaited further commands. Between my breasts I could see her chest. She was breathing hard, obviously nervous but there was nothing I could do for her now. Sisters fate was His. Master took the pillows from the head of the bed. With his hand under her ass he directed her to lift her ass and he shoved pillows under her until her ass was a good foot off of the bed. He spread her legs, deliberately placing them as wide as they could go. She looked so vulnerable. I was intoxicated by all that I witnessed. Master went to the table and spoke over his shoulder. "Girl, have you ever had anything in your ass?" It was point blank. Her body tensed. Her reply was tentative. "No... No Sir." "Do you object?" He asked. She didn't respond right away. Her body remained tense. "Do you object?" He repeated. ""No Sir." She sounded like she was almost in tears. I leaned forward. I couldn't see her eyes. I knew I needed to let go and submit myself to the fact that Master was in control. Somehow that was easier when it was just me. I forced myself to breath slow and deep. Master came over with the almond oil and a large, heavy, steel butt plug which I was very familiar with. He looked at sister. "I was not prepared to have a virgin ass here with me tonight, but since you delayed in answering me I have a special treat for you. Your will know who owns your ass by the time we're through." She didn't waste time in answering him, at all. "Yes Sir." Master laid the heavy plug between her tits as he tied ropes to her legs just above her knees. The tag ends of these he slung across the bed and attached them to the feet under the head of the bed with an ingenious knot which allows him to adjust the length easily, and yet remains secure. I've never been able to get one to give, but Master does. He adjusted the tension so that her legs were spread wide apart and held up in the air. I could see her beautiful brown pussy and I wondered what torment I might witness, or endure. Master held the plug over her face. "Kiss it." She did. He told her to lick it. She did. He told her, "This isn't going to be easy. I want you to relax and take your time. If it hurts, I want you to tell me immediately." "Yes Sir." She whispered. Master took ahold of my leash and with his hand on my hip, guided my crotch down onto her face. My pussy was on her mouth and I could feel her nose pushing against the bud of my ass hole. Her breast heaved with her labored breathing. Stress was overtaking her. Master spoke softly, "Relax girl, you are safe. I'll take care of you. Your sister will tell me if something is wrong." It helped. She settled down a bit. Master pulled the rope on her neck down and draped it by her feet. "Lick your sisters pussy, girl." He said and he pulled the rope leash unexpectedly, making her face press into my crotch. As she realized the command was for her, she slowly snaked her tongue out and I felt it press into the pink folds of my labia. My legs were spread wide and it was difficult to keep my balance as my body reacted to her first touches. I wondered how she felt with her nose nuzzled into my ass crack. Master took the bottle of oil and poured oil onto her slit until it was pooling in the depressions. She jumped as it hit her and let out a muffled sound. Master carefully rubbed the vicious steel plug over her slit, and pressed it into her pussy. My sisters hips strained as it entered her and I could feel her moan into my pussy. I began to work my hips back and forth over her mouth as I watched Master pump the long plug into her cunt. It was a lovely thing to watch. Master pulled it out and slid it down further until it was touching her anus. Her moaning was near constant and every sound was synchronized with his movements, but they stopped as she felt the pressure on her back door. Master held it there with firm pressure, swirling it gently. I could tell he was taking his time and being very careful with her virgin ass but I knew the pressure would be relentless. Such was his way. I couldn't concentrate on her licking me as the scene played out before me. Master started coaching her. "Try to relax your ass girl." Surprisingly I heard her murmur from between my pussy lips, "Yes Sir." "Breathe," he reminded her. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "Breathe and try to let your muscles relax. Let it in. I won't hurry but your ass is going to remember me girl." As she breathed out again he pushed it in further. She whimpered in response. This continued for a long time with him coaching, and slowly working the large plug into her. After some time I noticed that she was not licking me anymore. Master noticed to. "Why have you stopped girl?" And her mouth began to work on me again. As she adjusted to the girth of the plug, her ass expanded past the thickest portion. It slid inside her fairly quickly after that and she lifted her face into me, screaming softly in pleasure or maybe even pain as it sunk to the hilt. Master smiled and backed away to admire his handy work while the erotic atmosphere grew. I suddenly became aware that she was licking my pussy furiously and my legs nearly collapsed. I fell forward onto my hands, looking down at hers bound on her belly. Master rubbed the back of my head and then grabbed my hair and pushed me down into the cunt in front of me. I knew what to do as the slick almond oil smeared on my face and I began to lick her with ferocity matching what I felt on my steaming pussy. Master climbed on the bed behind me and stated flatly. "You may not cum without permission girl. Your orgasm is mine." She broke away from my pussy. "Yes Sir." And returned to her work. I felt oils on the crack of my ass and his finger rubbing against my own ass hole. I knew she could be watching every one of these actions. I concentrated on pleasuring her and relaxing my ass. I didn't want to make her cum. I wanted to prolong it and spare her at the same time. Master grabbed my hips and lifted until I felt his cock slide inside me and then I felt his thumb pressing into my ass as he began to fuck me slowly. I pushed back against him, trying not to pull away from my sister as she was struggling enough to lick me. Every time her tongue hit my clit it was like a shock and I knew I would cum soon if I wasn't careful. I tried for permission. "Master, may your slave cum for you?" "Cum slave, and let your sister clean your cunt afterward " "Oh yes Master, as you wish," but in having been given permission it was like my body heard him and suddenly a wave of ecstasy washed through my pussy and I nearly collapsed as I moaned. "Master, thank yooouuu," When I cum, my pussy gushes my nectar in quantity I heard my sister struggling under me. I lifted myself up but Master, his thumb still pressed into my ass, pushed me back down. I also sank my face back into her pussy and began to tongue fuck her, swirling my tongue around and penetrating her as deep as my tongue could go. The edge of the steel plug in her ass pushed in my nose painfully. I adjusted my head to the side and focused on her clit for a moment, switching between sucking and flicking my tongue over every inch of her sweetness. Her hips pressed up into my face. Master pulled his cock out of me and I felt cum drizzle out of me. The only place it could go was all over my sisters face I felt for her, but I smiled, thinking, 'welcome to the family.' Not surprisingly, she handled it well. Master knelt behind me and watched her. I felt him reaching between our bodies and manipulating her breasts which just combined to make her writhe against her restraints with little whimpering screams of pleasure, or maybe pain. It must have been pain since Masters voice broke the spell. "Bite her lips slave." Oh shit, I thought. If I bit too hard I'd hurt her badly, but if I bit too soft master would know because she wouldn't react. I sucked her already swollen lips into my mouth and pinched them between my teeth but it wasn't hard enough. I pinched harder and she yelped. Whew, that was good. She yelped again, and I knew Master was pinching her nipples. With no warning I felt master pulling my leash, my smooth golden collar spinning on my neck as he pulled me back to kneel above her. "Go get the pink one," he said. The pink one was a large, thick dildo with a really strong vibe. The head was pretty damn big. It stretched me every time. I complied, quickly crawling to the edge of the bed I trotted to the table where the pink one was nestled among the ropes. As I brought it back I received further direction. "Fuck her." I had a flash of anxiety for my sister. That butt plug plus this dildo was an all consuming sensation, and with Master directing, there was little chance that I would be able to moderate how she received it. Sister was already in trouble. She had been restrained for a long time. I looked over the places where rope was attached. Master had left them loose. The only points where it appeared that they were sinking into her flesh was where the most pressure was against her lower thigh. Her body was writhing. And she was breathing very hard, but the sounds she was making spoke of deep pleasure. I placed the head of the dildo at her entrance and pushed. Her pussy resisted but as it plunged past the entrance she screamed out, "Oh fuck that thing is huge." Master knelt with her head between his thighs, watching me. His smile showed approval of both my obedience and her reaction. "Turn it on." He growled. I twisted the base and the vicious vibrator hummed to life. I pushed it in slowly until it would go no further and held it there for a moment before withdrawing it. I pressed it into her again. Her pussy looked abused as it impaled her. The amount of pussy juice practically squirting out of her blew me away. Master grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing them, then pinched her nipples. She squealed. He pinched and pulled and twisted and she grit her teeth against the pain. When her nipples looked swollen and erect, Master had a satisfied look on his face. Sisters face had a cum covered look of ecstasy. He turned around and knelt with his cock hanging toward her face and pushed it slowly and forcefully between her jaws. She sucked him like a starving animal. Every breath that left her body came out with a moan. As Master pulled his cock out if his mouth he spoke. "You may not cum girl." She gurgled, "Yes Sir." And the cock plunged between her lips. When he pulled it out of her he asked, "Do you want to cum without permission?" "No Sir." She groaned. He took his long cock in his hand and slapped her across the cheek with it on both sides. "Our relationship will require honesty, girl. Do you want to cum?" "Yes Sir." "You may not." She groaned. "Yes Sir." But watching her body told me she must be very, very close. The thick shaft of flesh thrust into her mouth. I timed a thrust of the pink dildo with it. She writhed with a long, moaning scream. Master held his cool inside her mouth. She gagged. He backed it off a little but kept it there. She was moaning into his cock. "Do you want to cum girl?" Her mouth was full. She tried to answer but she couldn't. She nodded her head, and I can only imagine that her eyes showed desperation. Master fucked her face and then pulled out. He wrapped his fist around his dick and began to masturbate furiously over her face. I knew she was going to cum. No matter what happened, she was going to cum. Master pumped his cock and after a moment I guessed that he too was going to cum yet again. I prepared myself for a clandestine action of my own, suspecting that I knew what was about to happen. I was right. Master said, "Cum girl." And the second he said it I planted my face on her clit without permission, driving the pink dildo deep into her. I sucked and flicked at her large clit and her orgasm exploded on the toy. I looked up, and caught glimpses of my Masters cum hitting her under her chin. Master stroked his cock until every drop had spewed onto her face. Meanwhile, Angela was literally screaming in orgasm. She was pushing and pulling her hip in every direction. Her bound hands flailed and her legs strained against the ropes. Her orgasm went on forever. Master moved from over her and she was still cumming as I fucked her. When she finally finished, it was like every muscle in her body slowly turned to putty. I asked Master if I could clean her. I pulled out the pink one and quickly licked her pussy clean, all along her thighs, her slit and down her sopping ass crack, but my job was not done. Master was untying her wrists. As I crawled up to her. I started with her tits where little spurts of my Masters seed had landed and licked each one into my mouth, savoring the tangy flavor and the silky texture that I loved. I licked her neck clean as she lay exhausted, still whimpering softly. I licked her cheeks clean, a drop right next to her eye, and a little off of her nose. I saved the best for last as I planted my lips on hers, sucking Masters delicious cum off her lips and kissing her. I'm not sure I ever had a deeper more heartfelt kiss as she kissed me back. I felt deeply content and happy. This weekend had been a miracle. I stayed there, caressing her hair and brushing it out of her face. We said nothing. She just stared into my eyes as I held her head and kissed her. I knew her sensations weren't through and I wanted to be with her for what came next. Master tugged on the butt plug. I knew that would feel intense as her ass had held it in for too long and her asshole had to expand over the thick part for it to exit. She strained and I whispered, "Breathe, little sister. Just let yourself relax." I kissed her and she gasped as the plug exited her. She squirmed. I knew the intense, hot sensation she felt as her butt tried to remember what life had been like before Master took ownership of it. I turned to Master. "Master, may your slave and her sister rest?" He had a warm, loving look on his face as he turned his attention to freeing her legs. "Yes my dear. Please rest. Help your sister recover." He freed her legs and she rolled off of the pillows with a flop. She curled up in a ball next to me and I rubbed the places where the ropes had buried themselves in her thighs. I knew how good it felt to be freed as the blood rushes into areas where the rope had been tied. I knew how good it felt when Master did this for me. Master came to us and rubbed the other leg and leaned down to kiss Angela. She sprang to life but he held her down and kissed her deeply. She settled and I could feel relaxation wash over her. After a long kiss, Master spoke to her in the softest tone I think he has in his soul. "You did very well girl." He brushed hair from her cheek. "Few girls could have handled what you've been through in their first session. I am very, very pleased." He turned to me as I watched gratitude spread over sisters face. "Yes Sir," she whispered, "Thank you Sir. May I have another?" Masters eyes went wide. He turned back to her and she gave him a huge smile as the humor of it sank in. Master laughed out loud. "You may girl, but spare yourself tonight." He returned to me. "And you, my slave, will be rewarded for your performance. I love you." I absolutely melted. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Thank you Master, may I have another?" He smiled and said. "You may. I love you." He stood up and tended to things in the room. My beautiful, brave sister and I curled up together with our arms around each other. That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up still tangled up in sister. I looked up at her and she was awake. Concern shown in her eyes. She spoke quietly as I realized Master was behind her, sleeping in the bed. "Stephanie, have I hurt you?" I answered, "I'm your sister. Stephanie is not my name for you. And no, you've made me very happy. My wildest dreams wouldn't have been this good." I looked straight at her. "And I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it. No fronts. If you choose to continue, we are family, as best we can be." She reacted to the thought of a choice. "I don't know how it will work but I don't want to leave." "Talk to Master. I'm sure he will have answers." As the morning progressed, he did have answers. We ordered room service and ate breakfast while we all talked. She needed to have her life. Master was clear on that, but she was always welcome in our home. He established some ground rules for her to keep in contact with him in her absence. She only lived an hour away, so that was a good thing. She could, (more like would,) spend weekends and other free time with us when possible and Master would train her, teaching her how to live as a submissive. He made her schooling her priority and while he thought he might have advice he did not want to impact her choices other than to give that advice if she wanted it. It became a comfortable plan for both of them and while she could see that he would be a huge, dominant presence in her life, she still had all the things she loved about her life available. For my part I was happy and excited about the future. I could see that the life I loved was not compromised by her presence. It was enhanced and beautified. I was also in absolute awe of how my Master had orchestrated this weekend. We spent part of the day at the beach and when we parted my sister broke out in tears. I was alarmed until I realized that it was happiness and intensity overcoming her. I knew that feeling well and for the first time in my life I had a chance to share that part of my world.

Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 08

*Note: Nearing the end now. Thanks for sticking with me if you've made it this far. I've been getting killed in the voting because of the cliffhanger, which I suppose I should have expected. Hopefully this chapter goes a ways toward changing your mind. Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-)* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Indiana is not one of our rivals," Tim's voice said. "It's not an ACC school. Hell, they went, what... 8-23 last year? They're not even a good team." "I know," a female voice replied. "They just have one player in particular that I always choke against." "You play in the ACC. Surely, you've gone up against better players." "Yes," the woman answered. "But, none of them are my sister." The digital voice recorder beeped as Tim turned it off. He tossed it onto his desk and watched as it landed squarely on Hailee Sullivan's athlete file. Hailee was one of the most talented off-guards in the ACC - when the vast array of mental blocks bouncing around in her head didn't get in the way. The women's basketball coach had specifically asked Tim to work on Hailee's mental training this year, because she was the team's top returning scorer. And, Tim remembered now that the recording had jogged his memory, she had a sister. He sat back in his chair in his office at the RBC Center, blankly staring out the window at the parking lot. His SUV was parked 30 feet beyond the glass, but he didn't see it. He didn't see anything. "Leira is her fucking sister," Tim said out loud, not for the first time since leaving the party the night before. Even more than 12 hours later, he was still having trouble processing it. Many of the things that defined Tim's life had taught him a lesson about how to handle what would be referred to as, in clinical terms, a massively fucked up situation. Flying had taught him to take a deep breath and think. Psychology had taught him to close his eyes and visualize a happy place. The Marine Corps had taught him to rely on his instincts. So, Tim took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and held both for maybe 30 seconds. When he exhaled and opened his eyes, his instincts were still telling him to scream or beat the living hell out of something. Who was he going to punch, though? Carlos? There was no way he could have known about Tim's past with Leira unless she told him, and one of the few things he remembered in the blur that followed J.T.'s revelation was the look of pure shock blanketed across Carlos' face when he finally realized what was going on. He definitely felt like punching J.T., and J.T. probably would have let him, too, but that wouldn't be fair. It was the whole "Don't shoot the messenger" concept. Sure, J.T. had a flair for the dramatic, but this wasn't the kind of thing he'd keep to himself even for a second. Tim had left his phone in the car to charge during the party, and when he went out to get it earlier that morning, there were about 20 text messages from both J.T. and Sheila, most of them coming in the 30 minutes before they showed up at the party. He guessed the same was true for Julia, who'd left her phone at Tim's house. Their best friends had done all they could. And yelling? Sure, that would feel good. Never mind that it wouldn't solve a damn thing - who was he going to yell at? Julia? She was almost as stunned as Tim was. He was quite certain she had no clue her half-sister was the woman responsible for the multiple hoops she'd had to jump through to earn Tim's trust over the past two years. Hell, she had wanted Tim to meet some of her family a few months after they'd met, but Tim flatly refused, hiding behind their status as just friends with benefits to get out of it. He knew whom he really wanted to unload on, of course, but there was no point to that, either. He'd told J.T., Sheila, Julia and anyone else who would listen that he'd moved on. Humiliating Leira in front of the entire football team last night, as satisfying as it might have been, really wouldn't have helped prove that point. Not that he didn't have the right, he thought. She'd just... left that day. Tim remembered the feeling, and he didn't like it. He'd felt more vulnerable that day than he ever had in Baghdad or the caves of Afghanistan. There was one truth that managed to seep through the haze, though. All the things he'd been telling J.T., things even Tim himself only half-believed... they were all true. Now that he'd seen her again, he knew it without a doubt. He didn't want Leira to change her mind. He no longer wanted to go back to that day, three years ago, and alter the past. Tim didn't want Leira back. He just wanted answers. Like J.T. had said at his party that day, Tim needed closure. He'd just never expected to get it like this. Tim's exit from the party had been as graceful as he could manage. Honestly, he'd wanted to throw up the moment J.T. told him Leira was Julia's sister, but he'd fought off that particular urge. There was no way he didn't flinch or cringe, he thought, but he'd recovered pretty quickly, at least physically. He stood there for at least a minute, probably more, with five sets of eyes glued to him, waiting for a response. Finally, he'd given them one. "That's great," he'd said, not really sure what he was going to say even as he opened his mouth. "Please, excuse me for a minute." He'd turned around and began a brisk walk toward the exit. Both J.T. and Julia had called his name, but he'd put up a hand, waving them off without looking back. Once off the court, the walk turned into a jog. He took the stairs two, sometimes three at a time until he reached the concourse, then sprinted down the hall. His first plan was to get to his car and just drive until he ran out of gas or ran into the ocean, whichever came first. When he passed his office, however, he changed his mind. He went in, locked the door and sat on the floor across the room, where no one could see him through the window or the door. He pulled out a small flashlight and started working on player evaluations. He dozed off sometime around three a.m. and slept right there on the floor. Three hours later, he'd woken up stiff and sore as all hell but really, really not caring. He needed a shower, so he'd grabbed the workout bag from his SUV, and that's when he discovered his voicemails and text messages. Without returning any of them or even taking his phone with him, he went back into the building, to the locker room just down the hall from his office, and cleaned up a little. That was four hours ago now. In about an hour, the team bus would depart from the football stadium, on the other side of the massive parking lot, for the airport and the flight to Miami. Tim was about to get back to the women's basketball team and Hailee Sullivan's sibling rivalry when his door opened. He didn't even look up. "I must have forgotten to lock the door when I got back this morning," Tim said. "These aren't office hours." "C'mon, Doc," Carlos said. "I been here four years. When have I ever gave a fuck 'bout office hours?" Tim looked up in time to see the star running back plop unceremoniously into a chair in front of his desk. As Carlos' ass hit the seat, the stench hit Tim's nostrils. Carlos' red T-shirt was soaked through at the chest and armpits, and sweat dripped from his forehead onto his equally red workout shorts as he leaned forward in the chair. "Jesus," Tim said. "You know we have showers in this building, right?" "Yeah," Carlos replied. "Right 'round the corner from the weight room." "Think now might be a decent time to avail yourself of that particular luxury?" "Do what?" Carlos answered, his face screwing up. "Available for who?" Tim chuckled. He knew damn well Carlos understood, but he liked acting stupid sometimes. "We're leaving in just a bit, Carlos. What can I do for you?" "Not a damn thing, Doc," Carlos said. "Just up here for a little pre-flight liftin'. Saw your car outside, figured you was in here." Tim waited. Carlos said nothing. "And?" "And, I just wanted to check on you." "Touching," Tim said, shaking his head and looking back down at his notebook. "Really." "C'mon, Doc," Carlos said. "You know I didn't know anything." "Do you know anything now?" "I know everything now," he replied. "Your boy and your girl filled me in after you took off last night." "Good," Tim said. "You probably know more than me." Carlos was only too eager to fill in the gaps. "You shoulda seen what happened after you left. Leira--" Tim put his hand up. "And let's keep it that way, OK?" Tim said. Carlos was silent for a second. "You really don't wanna know?" "No, Carlos," Tim answered. "I really don't." Carlos chuckled, but stood up. "Aight, Doc." He extended a fist, and Tim dutifully bumped it. "Please, go get a shower before I have to sit on a bus with you for 20 minutes and then a plane for two hours." Carlos ignored that. "You know... I wish you'da let me tell you what went down last night. 'Cause maybe, you wouldn't be so pissed at me for what's about to happen." "And, what's about to happen?" Tim asked, not really paying attention now. "You'll see." The door opened, and Carlos left. Tim never looked up, still making some last-minute notes in Hailee's file. After about 20 seconds, though, he realized the door had never closed behind Carlos. Besides that, something was off. There was still a presence in the - "Are you OK?" Tim closed his eyes when he heard her voice. He expected something to wash over him - old feelings, vivid memories, anything. Instead, he just caught goose bumps from the drafty concourse air. "I'm great," Tim said, finally looking up as Leira took the chair Carlos had been using. "You look good," Leira said. "Except... doesn't look like you got much sleep." "Glad you approve," Tim said. "How did you get in?" "I convinced Carlos to let me in." "Still banging our star running back, I see," Tim said. "Good to hear." She grinned, but it didn't get past her lips. "What do you want?" Tim continued. "Just to talk to you." "Well, that's going to be one hell of a one-sided conversation, but knock yourself out." Tim stood up and started putting away the women's basketball files in a locked filing cabinet. "Come on, Tim," she pleaded. "You must have questions." He said nothing. He yanked open another drawer and haphazardly threw player files into a laptop case. He had everything he needed for Miami on his laptop, but he was trying to appear busy. "For example," she continued, "why I walked out on you the way I did." Tim stopped moving the files around in the cabinet and virtually froze in place. He rocked his head back slightly, and then turned around. He stayed quiet, and after a few seconds, Leira took that as her cue to keep going. "I'm sorry, Tim," she said, standing up. Tim was afraid she was going to approach him, but instead, she just paced back and forth in front of the chair. "I was confused back then. I had just finished my Bachelor's degree, I had a job that could take me anywhere, and I just felt trapped." Tim made his way back to his chair and sat down gingerly, as if even the slightest impact could bruise him. He finally took Leira's appearance in, for the first time in more than three years. She wore a pair of dark oversized Ray-Bans that covered up much more of her face than 99.9% of heterosexual males would have preferred, even though it was overcast outside and pretty dimly lit in his office. That was the only thing that was off, though. Her long, blonde hair hung down in loose curls, the tight yellow turtleneck she wore managed to accentuate her ample assets without coming off as trashy, and her blue jeans looked like they'd just been manufactured a few minutes ago - by Sherwin-Williams. Standing there in his office, more than three years after she'd dumped him, she was still head-over-heels gorgeous. "I didn't know what I wanted, Tim," Leira said. Then again, Tim thought... so were most porn stars. When he spoke, the ferocity in his voice shocked even Tim himself. He could only imagine what it did to Leira. "Well, Leira," Tim said, "I'm glad you've finally fucking figured it out. I'm sure Carlos is great in bed. Probably even better than me. I hope he gives you all the orgasms your little pussy desires. Enjoy it. Enjoy it for the next four months. Because in April, Carlos is going to be a Top Ten pick in the NFL Draft. And once he signs that $13-million-a-year contract to carry the ball for the Chiefs or the Dolphins or the Texans or whoever gets lucky enough to take him... he's barely going to remember your name. He'll replace you with five others that look just like you, and if you even so much as mention moving to whatever city he's playing in, he'll laugh at you like that one dumb kid in the locker room who just doesn't get the fucking joke." Tim felt like he should stand up now, with the roll he was on, but he calmly stayed seated. He gathered up a few notebooks and a couple dozen pens from a cup on the desk and nonchalantly deposited them in his bag. "In one of the landmark cases of turnabout being fair play in the fucking history of mankind, Carlos McDonald is going to drop your ass like a bad habit. He's going to leave you in little old Durham, North Carolina, while he moves onto bigger and better things. Oh, he'll never forget you - after all, you're the dumb blonde he fucked the shit out of in college who honestly thought she was the one who could change him. He'll always remember you. But about three seconds after they call his name on ESPN, he'll forget your number." Just then, Tim heard someone banging on one of the outer doors to the building. It was probably another player in to grab a quick ten-minute lift before taking off for Miami. Either way, Tim didn't care. He was more focused on the look on Leira's face. She was clearly stunned - he could tell that even with the sunglasses hogging up half her face. He had no idea if she was crying, but it wouldn't have shocked him. She was always quick to start the waterworks if things didn't go her way. Back then, he'd thought it was cute. "Impressive," she croaked out after a minute. "That was never your style, Tim. You always did the right thing. You let J.T. bring the hellfire and brimstone." "Yeah," Tim agreed. "Well, J.T. isn't here right now, but I'm glad he taught me well." Leira started inching closer to him, effortlessly sweeping around the corner of his desk. "And besides," Tim continued. "Who's saying it wasn't the right thing?" Tim knew what was coming as she continued to creep closer. He braced himself for it, and when she plopped herself down in his lap, pressed her chest against his and draped her arms around his neck, he was ready for it. He thought it would overpower him, her scent and her touch enveloping him again after all this time. It didn't. It still briefly overwhelmed his senses, though, which is why it took him a few seconds to stand up, even with Leira in his lap. She fell back to sit on the edge of his desk. Out in the concourse, he heard Carlos yelling something as a door slammed again. "So," Leira said, looking more than a bit put off. A lot of women would have thrown themselves at Tim one last time, but Tim knew better than to expect that. She had too much pride for that. "You really think you're going to be happy with Julia?" She spat out her sister's name like it was poison she'd sucked from somebody's snakebite wound. For the first time since Leira had walked in the room, Tim felt his blood start to boil. He was nervous and panicked when she first came in, but he'd calmed himself down. Now, he was getting angry. His face hardened and he snapped his glare onto Leira. "As opposed to you?" Tim said. "I think I'd be happier dating Rosie fucking O'Donnell." Apparently Carlos was still hanging around, because he noisily choked back a laugh in the hallway outside. Tim picked up his office phone and started punching numbers. "Now," he said. "I'm calling campus security. Even on a Sunday morning, I don't think it'll take them more than five minutes to show up. Pretty sure you won't like what happens if you're still around when they get here." She glared back at him for a long moment. During their relationship, they'd had fights as nasty as this one. They'd exchange vicious looks with each other, and sometimes hurled some brutal insults. But the rage would dissolve as they dragged each other down onto the nearest flat surface for passionate make-up sex. Not this time. Without another word, Leira spun around and slammed the door behind her as she left. Tim sat back down in his chair and took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down again. He tried to process what had just happened. Leira was probably telling the truth, he decided. She probably was confused back then, and maybe she wasn't ready to be in the kind of relationship they'd built together. Still, Tim thought... for one, she could have done things differently back then; she could have ended things a lot better than she did. Secondly, if she'd ended up with a husband and two kids by now, Tim might have bought the whole 'I didn't know what I wanted' bit. But no - Leira had eventually decided that sleeping with Carlos was a better life plan. Even still, she'd been right. That little outburst wasn't Tim's style at all. And while he was glad to have said something that might have at least registered with her... he'd been right before. He didn't feel any better. Not one damn bit. Tim couldn't put his finger on it, but cussing out Leira and telling her how worthless Carlos was about to make her feel did not stop Tim's world from spinning dangerously close to out of control. It didn't make things worse, but it really didn't make things better. He still felt like shit, physically, mentally and emotionally. Tim threw a few final things into his bag, and five minutes after Leira left, Tim did the same. Carlos was leaning against the wall not even a foot away. "Daaaaaamn, Doc," Carlos said. "That shit was ice cold." "Did I say anything that wasn't true?" Carlos considered that for a minute. "Yeah," he finally answered. "I know you pissed at her, Doc, but... you a red-blooded straight dude with a well-developed appreciation of the female form. I don't care what the bitch did to you -- you would not fuck Rosie O'Donnell over Leira. Even if she was into dick." Tim laughed, hard. He didn't feel any better, but it did feel good to genuinely laugh at something. "I didn't say anything about fucking," Tim said as he locked up his office. "I said dating." "Oh," Carlos said as they started down the hall. "OK, then, yeah. That big 'ol bitch might be fun to take out on the town one time." Tim laughed again. "Who was that trying to get in while Leira was in my office?" "Uh, yeah," Carlos said. "See, the thing is, Doc..." Tim stopped and waited. "Yeah," Carlos stammered, his eyes searching for a way out of this conversation. There wasn't one. "That was... yeah. That was your girl." "Julia?" Tim was genuinely surprised. "Yeah." Carlos looked like he'd just swallowed a bug. "What is it?" "She came in wanting to see you. By the time she got to the door though, Leira was all up on your jock, tryin' to break it down for you VIP style. She stood there for a second, then she stormed out." Tim's fists started to clinch. "I'm sorry, Doc. I tried to stop her. I was gonna tell her how bad you'd just smacked the girl down before she showed up, but she took off." "Son of a ... fuck!" Tim said. "You gonna go after her?" Tim stood there in the concourse and stewed for a minute. He looked at his watch. "No," he said, to Carlos' surprise. "We have about half an hour left before the bus takes off. If you don't get a shower, I'm FedExing your ass to Miami. I need to go to talk to Coach Taylor for a few minutes." With that, Tim turned and walked away. \*\*\*\*\*\* "Richards!" Hank Taylor yelled, piercing the dull roar of nearby Wednesday afternoon traffic - and quite possibly the sound barrier. "Get in there! And for God's sake, please show McDonald how to keep the fucking football off the grass!" A player sprinted off the sidelines and into the practice huddle, and on his way, he passed Carlos, who was taking his time walking off the field. When he reached the sidelines and his irate coach, Carlos shrugged his shoulders and simply said he didn't know what was going on. "I know what's going on!" Taylor bellowed. "You started this season as another boring three-yards-a-carry running back in the ACC, and now you're close to being the top running back taken in the NFL Draft. And for some reason, now you think that means you don't have to hang onto my god-damned football!" Tim stood nearby, chatting with the placekicker and watching Hank deliver an ass-chewing that would have made some of the offensive linemen cringe. N.C. State's football coach was not normally known for his calm demeanor anyway, but Tim noticed his face turning a shade of red generally reserved for little sports cars and the stop signs they're fond of running. He had his reasons, though - Carlos had coughed the ball up on three straight plays. He'd begun the practice by catching a tiny screen pass and breaking it for a touchdown, but it had been all downhill after that. Usually Hank let the running backs coach or offensive coordinator deal with such problems, but since the Wolfpack's game plan was more or less built around Carlos - specifically, Carlos not handing the other team the ball every time he touched it - Hank decided to dive into Carlos' ass with both hands. Hank continued yelling, then finally turned his attention to the field. C.J. Franklin, N.C. State's sophomore quarterback, handed the ball to Carlos' understudy, Ashad Richards. To his credit, Richards didn't fumble the ball. He didn't make it past the line of scrimmage, either. "Shit!" Taylor yelled, as Carlos just looked on. "You see that? You can't hold onto the ball, and Richards can't move the ball. You really want me to force C.J. to win this game for us?" C.J. was pretty good at not making the big mistakes that tend to cost the team a game, but he was not the type of quarterback to take over a game and win with his arm. For that matter, N.C. State didn't have those kind of receivers, either. Taylor cussed quietly under his breath, waiting for a response that Carlos wasn't about to deliver. "Go talk to Dr. Fetters," Taylor said, half-shoving Carlos toward Tim. "Whatever's in your head right now, you have about 12 seconds to get it the fuck out." Carlos strode over to Tim, who sent the placekicker on his way. Neither man said anything for a minute, but when Hank looked over his shoulder and growled, Tim felt compelled to say something. "I think your 12 seconds are up, Carlos," Tim said. "Fine by me," Carlos said, grabbed his helmet off the bench and started back toward the field. Tim grabbed the sleeve of his jersey. "What's going on?" Tim asked. "Act like you don't know some more," Carlos replied, refusing to make eye contact. "I don't know, Carlos," Tim answered. "You haven't made me aware of any problems." "No," Carlos agreed, "I haven't. You made me aware of a couple, though. And you ain't doing shit to fix 'em." Tim stared back, stunned. It didn't take him long to fire back a response. "Are you fucking kidding me, Carlos?!" Tim yelled as loud as he could without attracting the attention of the rest of the team and the coaches. "The biggest game in school history is two days away, and you're going to half-ass it on the field because of something going on in \_my\_ personal life?" Carlos was about to respond, but Tim wasn't near finished. "That's un-fucking-acceptable, Carlos," Tim said. "My personal life is none of your God damned concern. You NEVER put yourself in front of the needs of this team, especially for something that does not involve you!" Tim ran out of breath, but Carlos didn't have a response, either, so both men stood there icily staring at one another in the sweltering south Florida mid-day heat. Even on New Year's Day, it was still ridiculously hot, and both men were sweating. "This isn't like you, Carlos, so I'm not going to say a damn thing to Coach about this," Tim said. "But you get your ass back on that field, and stop this junior high nonsense bullshit." Carlos didn't budge. "No." Tim turned his face to the side, almost as if he'd been slapped and was trying to absorb some of the sting. "Excuse me?" Tim replied. "Look, McDonald," he said, using his last name for the first time since Carlos' sophomore year. "You come over to my house a lot for parties and such, and I consider you a friend. But right now, we're not friends. I'm a team official you just disobeyed. Guessing Coach Taylor won't be all that pleased." "And I'm guessin' Coach Taylor won't give a shit," Carlos said. "You see Richie Rich out there, getting his ass drilled by the third-string D-line. I get a DUI tonight and Coach'll find a way to get me on the field Friday night. Disrespecting you ain't going to matter." Tim was unmoved. Carlos had a point, but Hank Taylor did put a lot of stock in Tim's thoughts on his players' mental health. Tim knew if he really wanted to, he could convince Coach Taylor that their star running back was having mental issues and couldn't be trusted to hang onto the ball. "Let's test that theory," Tim said after a few more seconds of silence. He started toward the coach, but Carlos stepped in front of him. He put the helmet back down on the bench and put a hand on Tim's shoulder. "Listen, Doc. Listen to me for one damned minute, and then I'll get back on the field, just like you want. Hell, I'll even tell Taylor that I just fumbled three times to get your attention. But stand there, and fuckin' listen." Tim checked his watch, implying that he was counting to 60 seconds. "First, I ain't hittin' it with Leira no more." "Carlos, what you do is your business," Tim replied. "I know that," he said. "And while I know this is the pot callin' the kettle black, I can't be with no girl who could do you like that." Tim nodded. "The whole 'bros before hos' concept." Carlos made a face. "Uh, yeah, if this was like ten years ago." "Thirty seconds," Tim said impatiently. "Let your girl off the hook, Doc," Carlos said. "Oh, now you're the one giving orders?" Tim replied indignantly. "For the next half a minute, yeah," Carlos said. "Why the hell is this even your concern?" Tim asked. "Because you and I both own cell phones, but apparently, I'm the only one who answers mine." Tim had no reply to that, and looked at the grass. "She didn't do a damn thing wrong, Doc," Carlos continued. "Well, she did almost get herself arrested for beatin' the shit out of Leira at the party, but that shit was actually kinda funny. Anyway--" "Say what?" Tim asked curiously. "You saw them ginormous sunglasses Leira had on the other day," Carlos answered. "Bitch had a black eye the size of a damn grapefruit. Your girl caught her with the best left hook I seen since Ali-Frazier." Tim couldn't help himself, and let out a small laugh. He'd seen Julia when she was angry. Incredibly sexy, just like every other moment of her life, but not a whole lot of fun to be around. "Anyway, she ain't done nothin' wrong, Doc," Carlos said. "Yeah, you findin' that shit out was like gettin' yo ass whooped by Kersee and the fat boys over there. I get that. Needed some time to work shit out. Get that, too. But see, you and I ain't the same. Me? I do all my business between the sheets, and when it's over, that right there is the door, and it closes kinda fast, so get through it kinda quick-like, know what I'm sayin'?" Tim looked down at the ground and shook his head. Carlos certainly had a way with words. "But you? And most people, I guess? Y'all do this whole love deal. I ain't never gonna understand it, but even I ain't dumb enough to miss the way you look at her, man. You love that girl. You had some time to deal with shit. Now, leave it in the past, and get back to what's going on in the here and now." Tim looked up and made eye contact with the star running back. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized this scenario was, on the surface, extremely absurd. He held two post-graduate degrees in psychology, and yet, here was a dread-locked, gold-toothed, soon-to-be multi-millionaire athlete standing here putting things in terms even the biggest moron in the world could understand. Coach Taylor again glared at Tim and Carlos, and gestured toward the field. Tim nodded. "Do me a favor, Carlos," Tim said after a few seconds. "Don't go around making this much sense in the NFL. You're gonna give N.C. State a bad reputation. Football players are supposed to be idiots." "Hey, you know how I do," Carlos said. "I can be the dumbest smart dude in the room, if that's what I gotta be." "Yes, I'm well aware," Tim replied. "And not that it's any of your business, but..." Tim trailed off. Carlos waited, despite hearing several coaches groan at yet another bad play by the backup running back. "I've got a plan," Tim said. "We get back on Saturday, and I'm kidnapping Julia and taking her to Hilton Head Island for a few days. Just the two of us in a little cottage by the ocean." "Some body rockin' knockin' da boots," Carlos replied, blatantly ripping off an R&B song from the 90s. "In your language, yes." "Well, definitely do that," Carlos said, "but you know how that Snickers commercial goes, right? Why wait?" Carlos grasped his helmet and turned toward the field. Tim looked the question at Carlos. "Might wanna get back to the hotel, Doc," he said. "Never know who might be waitin' on ya." He grinned as he ran back onto the field, inserting himself in the huddle and sending Ashad Richards back to the coaches. Tim walked over to Coach Taylor. "What the fuck was that about?" Taylor asked him. "Sir, keep in mind, if you ask me that question again, I'm going to have to answer it," Tim replied, and Taylor threw him a look. "OK, let me put it a different way," Taylor said. "He gonna fumble my football anymore?" "No, sir." "Then I don't give a fuck." Tim figured as much. "I need to get back to the hotel, Coach. Have to get some notes together for the basketball team." "Get outta here," Taylor replied. "See ya in the morning for film." Tim took off toward the exit. The last thing he saw before leaving the field was Carlos putting the ball on the ground again - in the end zone after a 70-yard touchdown run. Tim treated the rented Honda Accord like there was a logo spray-painted on the hood, zigging and zagging through mid-afternoon south Florida traffic like it was the Daytona 500. He got Carlos' meaning, and he didn't want to keep Julia waiting. She had to be pissed off about what she'd seen in his office. Obviously, things weren't completely torched -- Carlos could be pretty convincing, but if Julia really thought Tim and Leira were messing around in his office that morning, not even Carlos could have convinced her to come down to Miami. Still, he hadn't been returning anybody's phone calls, Julia's included, and Tim had no idea how long she would wait before giving up and going back to the airport. Tim left the car with the valet and sprinted into the lobby at the Marriott Harbor Beach Resort in Fort Lauderdale, the ridiculously expensive hotel N.C. State was shelling out large wads of cash for. He didn't see her in the lobby or the gift shop, and he was just about to go upstairs and check his room when he spotted her sitting at the bar in one of the resort's restaurants. He took three steps toward the bar, but the sight of her froze him in his tracks. She wore a purple diagonally pinstriped blouse along with a black skirt that made most standard-issue miniskirts look like hand-me-downs from an Amish village. It was barely four on a Wednesday, but she was dressed like it was midnight on a weekend in South Beach. The restaurant was about half-full, but she might as well have been the only person within four blocks. Tim made his way into the restaurant and stopped behind her without letting her know he was there. Just watching her sit patiently, twirling the umbrella in her fruity drink, seemingly oblivious to the attention she was getting from the men in the joint, sucked all the air from Tim's lungs and left him momentarily breathless. It took him a minute to find the words. "Good God, you are the most gorgeous woman in the world," Tim said, and waited impatiently for her reply. When he got it, he was sure everything was okay. "You haven't even seen the front of me yet," she replied, still facing the bar. "True," Tim said. "Would you care to fix that?" "If you want something, you have to go out and get it." Tim grinned to himself. He stepped up even closer to Julia, placing his hands on her shoulders and enjoying the coy moan she let slip from her lips as a result. He tried to savor the moment, relishing her scent and memorizing the curves of her shoulder, the gentle slope of her neck, and the way her dark hair hung loosely over both. Finally his impatience took over, and he quickly spun Julia around on the barstool. She became the aggressor then, pulling Tim's face down to her own and crushing him with a violent, passionate kiss that left anyone who might have been watching stunned. For one, the bartender was staring blatantly. Tim felt Julia's hands roam up and under his red N.C. State polo shirt, and he had to fight not to return the favor with her purple top. "Upstairs?" Tim said, pulling away from Julia's oral assault for a split-second. "Now," she replied, breaking away and pulling Tim after her. Tim spotted the bartender chuckling slightly as they half-ran, half-jogged out of the bar and to the bank of nearby elevators. The ride to the fourth floor was short, which was probably the only reason their clothes stayed on the entire time. Luckily, Tim's room was only three doors down from the elevators, or he might not have been able to resist the urge to throw Julia down in the corridor. Once inside his room with the door locked, their clothes never stood a chance. Her up-scale, attention-attracting attire, and his practical, N.C. State issued casual gear - all of it landed in various heaps throughout the room. Before they hit the bed, though, Julia needed to use the bathroom really quickly, one of those mysterious "freshen up" things that Tim neither understood nor cared to. When she came back, Tim decided to offer her an out. "You know, I figured you'd want to talk first," Tim said. Julia quickly closed the gap between she and Tim and pushed him backwards onto the bed, falling on top of him with the momentum. "Oh, we'll do plenty of talking later," she promised. "I'm only going to talk now if you make me." \*\*\*\*\*\* "Can we play a game?" Julia asked. "I'm pretty sure we just played several," Tim replied, eliciting a long, drawn out giggle from his girlfriend. The pair sat in the in-room jacuzzi tub, naked and tangled up together in the 106-degree water, nothing else in the room but a bottle of champagne and two glasses. The sun had gone down about an hour ago, but neither Tim nor Julia had really noticed. They'd spent the entire afternoon wearing out every available surface in the room, with a few choice power naps mixed in here and there. "Sure we did," Julia answered. "But we \_do\_ need to talk. So, let's do it this way. I ask you a question, you ask me one. We go back and forth till we're both satisfied." "Define satisfied." "Mentally satisfied," Julia responded. "It'll take a lifetime and then some to physically satisfy you, you pervert." "Yeah, and the next time you complain will be the first time." "I didn't say it was a bad thing." "Go ahead. I'll answer anything you want." "Except my phone calls?" Tim's face fell. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I knew you were mad at me, and I didn't really want to deal with that this week. I needed to focus. If it's any consolation, I didn't answer J.T.'s or Sheila's either." "You're not dating either one of them," Julia said. "And thinking about me makes it hard to focus?" Julia asked. It was clear she was a little bit hurt. "That's another question." "My game, my rules," she replied. "And I get a follow-up." "Ohhh, I see how this is going to go. Next you're going to tell me I'm only allowed to ask yes-or-no questions." "No, I won't," she said, poking Tim in the ribs. "How does thinking about me affect your focus?" "Well, let's see," Tim said. "Maybe because thinking of you tends to send all the blood that's supposed to be in the one head racing uncontrollably toward the other?" Julia laughed heartily, but refused to let the subject go. "Really, babe," she said. "You didn't answer my calls because you thought I'd be mad. Why?" "Carlos told me about your trip to the arena. The last time you saw me, your sister was doing her best Spearmint Rhino impression behind my desk at the arena," Tim replied. "He said you took off before he could catch you, which is saying something considering how fast that fucker is. Anyway, that sounded pissed to me." "Oh, I was," Julia said. "I got outside to my car, cussed worse than you, and started the car." She let that hang in the air for a second. "But then I realized you wouldn't do that." "You have that much faith in me?" Tim asked. "Yes, but that's not why," Julia replied. "Look, I know she's drop dead sexy, and I'm not naïve enough to think any red-blooded male wouldn't enjoy having her bouncing on his crotch, even if he had me to do the exact same thing for him." As she spoke, Julia slid closer to Tim on the seat and draped her right leg over Tim's left. It was half-sexual and half-cuddly, but it felt very right to Tim. "But when I thought for a half-second, I knew there was no way you'd let that happen. Not with her, not after... whatever she did. I have no clue what happened, but just being around you these past couple years, I knew you wanted nothing to do with her again." Tim began stroking her leg, lightly massaging her calf and the underside of her knee. Julia sighed contently. "So, I started walking back to your office, and I was just about at the door when she came outside. Tears were streaming down her face, but when she saw me, she started sneezing. Guess she was trying to act like it was her allergies. Anyway, I asked her what had happened, and she just glared at me and told me to, and I quote, 'Figure it out for your fucking self.'" "Sounds about right." "I told her that whatever you'd done or said, I had no doubt she deserved it. She got back in her car before I could give her a matching set of black eyes." "Yeah, Carlos told me about that," Tim said as he busted out laughing. "As much as I wanted to get out of there, I wish I'd stuck around just a little longer to see what you did." "Not my finest hour," she admitted, "but it felt damn good at the time. Anyway, I couldn't get back inside the building, but I saw your office lights were off through the door." "Ah," Tim said. "I wish I'd have stuck around a little longer." "Me too," she said, and then things got quiet for a minute. "How did that feel, though? Having her on your lap again?" Her voice sounded so shy, as if she was a little nervous about hearing the answer. Tim knew how to fix that. "You ever felt great physical pleasure while simultaneously wanting to throw up all over yourself?" It was Julia's turn to laugh out loud now. "First off, she was on my lap about two seconds before I shoved her onto the desk. The physical sensations... it felt like every lapdance I've ever had. Like you said, she's not tough to look at, and there's a reason men enjoy strip clubs. A small part of me was interested, sure." "Oh, I don't know how small it is," Julia teased, licking her lips seductively. "Eh, well, I'd hope only a couple inches were actually interested, and the other five or six were just giving in to peer pressure." Julia spit out the champagne she'd been sipping as she laughed. "Anyway, the rest of me... not only did it not feel right, it felt wrong. Very, very wrong. I jumped up and dumped her onto the desk in the process." "I can understand that," Julia said. "It's fight or flight. Someone who's done what she did, your mind wanted to get as far away as possible." "That's part of it," Tim agreed. "Oh? What's the other part?" Julia asked. "Enough questions out of you. You'll get another turn." "Fine," Julia said, psuedo-pouting. She slid over to sit on Tim's lap, laying back against his chest. "How is she your sister?" Tim asked. "Much to your dismay, you're stuck with me now, and much to my dismay, she is family to you. Chances are good that Sunday won't be the last time I see her. What's the connection?" "We have the same dad," Julia answered. "Right around Ashley's - Leira's - first birthday, my dad cheated on her mom. He met my mom at some kind of business conference in Charlotte, and one thing led to another. The affair lasted maybe three months before my dad ended it. He wasn't ever going to leave Ashley's mom, and he knew it. My mom was pretty mad at him, so she never told him she was pregnant. Just before I was born, she met my stepdad, so I always thought he was my dad. On my thirteenth birthday, they sat me down and told me about it. My mom called him and told him, and I actually met him the next day, along with the four kids he had with his wife." "Wow," Tim said. "Yeah, and then my mom and step-dad had two kids of their own, so I'm kind of stuck in the middle. I share a dad with four people and a mom with two, but no one else on Earth has the same two parents I do." "Wow," Tim repeated, and hugged Julia to his chest. Her nipples brushed up against his forearms. "I'm sorry, hon; that had to be rough." "Sometimes," Julia agreed. "But really, my brother and sister from my mom and step-dad, they've always treated me like a full sister, because they were ten and eight when they found out I wasn't. By that time, you realize love is thicker than blood, you know?" Tim nodded, not that Julia could see. "Besides," Julia continued. "When I think about it, under the circumstances, I got off pretty lucky. I was mad at my mom for keeping it from me for so long, but I understand why she did it. My step-dad is the primary person I think of when I think of a father figure, so I've never felt cheated, but my real dad always has told me he'd have been there from the beginning if he'd known about it. Even his wife, the little I know of her, seems like a good person." "How did she take the news that he'd had an affair?" Julia tilted her head back and smiled. "Now who's asking the follow-ups?" "Well, if you want to keep talking about this all night, that's fine with me," Tim said, lightly stroking Julia's stomach. It wasn't flat and taut by any means, but he liked her that way. "I just don't want to have to come back to this subject. It's certainly not my favorite, and I get the feeling you'd rather spend your words elsewhere, too. Figured we'd just get it out of the way." "He told her about it a year after it happened," Julia said. "They separated for a while, but eventually she forgave him and they got back together." "Good-hearted woman," Tim said, and Julia just nodded. Tim leaned down and kissed her behind the right ear. "I know one of those." Julia purred. "I will never, ever cheat on you, but I've put you through plenty," he continued. "I think you've earned that title." Julia quickly spun around on Tim's lap, draping a leg on either side of him. "I want to say something about that, but I want to ask another question first." "Anything." "What did she do to you, Tim?" Julia asked. "I know you don't like talking about it, but really, I'd like to know." Tim took his own glass of champagne off the edge of the tub and took a sip. He didn't really care for the taste, but he swished it around in his mouth for a few seconds anyway - as good a way to stall as any, he figured. "You know, this stuff tastes like a carton of milk and a bottle of apple juice met up in a South Padre hotel over Spring Break, fucked, and then fermented." Julia laughed. "That's funny. Why do you drink it then?" "You like it," Tim said. "And I might not like the way it tastes in my mouth, but for some reason, I like the way your tongue tastes when you're drinking it." "Like this?" Julia leaned forward and drew Tim into another kiss, giving him more than enough opportunity to get another taste. She was silent for a few moments after breaking the liplock. "I saw how you changed the subject there, Tim," she said. "Look, you don't have to talk about it if you --" Tim made a "shh" noise and continued to stroke Julia's collarbones with his palms. He drew in a long, steady breath, and expelled it just as slowly. He told her all of it then. He told her how they'd met, how close they'd become, how serious he'd believed their relationship was getting, and how he was making plans for their future. He told her about their sex life without getting into raunchy details. He told her how they'd spend long weekends together at one of J.T.'s dad's houses on the Outer Banks, or how they'd go on week-long road trips, driving up and down the east coast shopping, going to baseball games and trying to have sex in every city along I-95 from Jacksonville to D.C. He told her about their dual struggles to get through school, about how sometimes they'd spend entire weekends cooped up in his apartment or hers, splitting the time pretty evenly between medical books and the bedroom. And of course, he told her about how it ended with a phone call from his best friend, with him sitting half-naked on the floor of his tiny apartment, wondering if it was all a fucking joke or some crazy-ass nightmare. "Wow." It was Julia's turn to seem amazed now. "That's a pretty shitty way to find out." "Yeah," Tim agreed. "It wasn't a whole lot of fun. Sometimes, when I let myself think about it, I wonder how much further things would have gone if J.T. hadn't called me that day. I mean, yeah, she'd told her friend she was going to break up with me, but I wonder if she would have had the guts to do it. She might have gone off fucking other people and kept acting like we were a couple. Kinda makes me shudder when I think about it." "Jesus." Julia's hair hung down in front of her face, so he couldn't see her face as she said it. "Yeah, pretty sure I used his name in vain a few times back then. I haven't spoken to her since, and hadn't seen her until Sunday." "I'm so sorry, Tim," Julia said. He heard her voice catch, and he brushed her hair out of the way, only to see tears running down her face. "What's wrong?" Tim asked. "You know what's wrong," she said. "I love you, damnit, and I can't imagine how horrible you must have felt." "Ah," Tim replied, and simply wrapped his arms tighter around Julia's buoyant body. "I wouldn't wish it on anyone, even her, and it's certainly nothing I ever want to feel again." "Look at me," she said, and locked onto Tim's eyes. He met her eye contact 100 percent. "I am," Tim replied. "Why the hell would I want to look anywhere else?" "It's not something you're ever going to feel again," Julia said. Her words were carefully measured. She wasn't excited or overly upset - anyone listening in on the conversation would think it was just a casual chat between two lovers just from the tone. Still, she spoke with a firmness that made Tim believe every word she said, while also talking sweetly enough to sound almost flirtatious. "I don't care what she or any other woman has ever done to you, Tim. I know it's hard to forget, but I'm going to do my damndest to make you." She ran her fingers lightly up and down Tim's chest while she gathered her next thoughts. Tim knew she wasn't done, and he wasn't about to interrupt her. "I'm a patient woman, Tim. You know that. I waited for you for almost two years. I played your little 'friends with benefits' game because I knew you needed space. I acted like I was perfectly OK with you seeing other women. I knew if I gave you time, you'd come around. The only time I doubted that was that night at your house when you found out about my job offer, and an hour later, you finally pulled your head out of your ass, and we were a couple. She backed away a little, giving Tim an incredible view of her incredible body. "Even since then, I've tried to let you ease your way into commitment again. But now, Tim... now I need to say something, OK?" Her pace increased slightly but Tim could tell she was fighting valiantly to keep herself under control. "That whole time we were 'just friends?' The thought of you being with someone else made me sick to my stomach. Ever since I met you at Sheila's engagement party, I knew I wanted to have one of those parties with you a few years down the road." Tim just sat and listened, half-shocked. "You said it yourself that night on the deck with J.T. - we just fit. We like the same things, we have the same goals in life, and we have fun together. You make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, whether I'm dressed to go out or lounging around in sweats. You're my comfort zone and my out-of-the-box adventure all rolled into one. I've never lacked self-confidence, but knowing you're into me just kind of confirms everything I've worked toward my whole life. It's hard to explain." Tim just smiled and nodded at her. He understood it. Perfectly. "The past couple years have been hell, Tim. Absolute hell. I've loved you for a really long time, and now you're finally letting me show it. I've been patient, but I can't be patient anymore. There's no way I'm going to do anything to lose you, all right? I know you don't --" "I love you, too." "-- feel that way right now, but - what?" "I'm pretty sure you heard me." Julia went from speed-talking to speechless in an instant. She went at least half a minute without even breathing, and Tim started to worry she wouldn't draw a breath again unless he said something. "But, you're going to make me say it again, aren't you?" The beautiful woman sitting on his lap just nodded. "I love you, Julia. I really do. If nothing else, these past few days have shown me that." She finally let her lungs do their job, but she remained silent. "Being in my office with Leira didn't feel right the other day, not because it was her, but because it wasn't you. I meant what I said to J.T. that night. I believe things happen for a reason. If she'd decided to stay with me back then, you and I might not be together right now. Everything that has happened - my relationship with Leira, your dad and your mom having an affair, all the stupid things I've said and done to you - has led to us being here right now, and I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be." She stayed glued to his eyes, but hers started to water. "I've been holding back since we met," Tim said, "and you know that. Even after we started dating, I've found it difficult to give you everything I can. That's not fair to myself, but it's extremely unfair to you. All this time you've been so open, so honest, and so patient with me, and I've..." Tim trailed off, but Julia wasn't going to let him off the hook without finishing the thought. "Your patience was so valuable to me, baby," Tim said. "I needed to go at my own pace, and I appreciated that more than you will ever know. But your wait is over, OK? You don't have to be patient anymore." The tears began again, and Julia melted into Tim's chest. He held her as tightly as he could, not wanting to choke her to death, but also wanting to show her with actions what she'd just told him with words - that he had no plans to let her go, either. "Hey, baby," Tim said. "This is supposed to be a happy time, yeah? That's not something to brag to the boys about - 'Yeah, I told Julia I loved her, and she bawled.'" "It is happy," she replied. "I'm very, very happy. Very happy." "Hmm," Tim said. Despite all the emotional conversation, his cock was rock hard again. Having Julia wriggling around on his lap didn't hurt, either. "Think I could have a shot at making you even happier?" "Do you ever not think about sex?" Julia chuckled, keeping her head on Tim's shoulder but grinding her ass against his crotch for emphasis. "Sure," Tim said. "Once in a while, I dream about football." "Football has cheerleaders, though." "Good point," Tim replied. "So, I guess the answer is no." "I'll have to learn to live with that," she said, reaching down to grip the base of his cock. A few seconds later, she was sliding down around him. She was content to take her time, slowly bouncing up and down, savoring the feeling of his cock as she slid gracefully up and down. She was so incredibly beautiful. "You know, Jules," Tim said. "I did just tell you didn't have to be patient anymore." "Yeah, but, like I said," she replied, tossing her hair back as she bounced up and down. "I'm usually really good at patience. Tonight, I failed miserably, so, I guess I need more practice."

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 05

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 05 "Depth" I generally swim at night, to avoid the sun, or I dwell in the shadows which hang over the water for part of the day. My Masters home has a pool in the backyard with a hot tub above it which overflows down over rocks creating a waterfall. The sounds create a peaceful, relaxing environment so it runs almost all the time even when the hot tub is cold. The night was warm. Master was relaxed, half wading in the pool and I was thinking to myself while I swam short laps. We were naked, but then, we almost always swim naked. Our privacy is secure as we live outside of town and Master owns the surrounding property. We live as he chooses to. He has often said that the only way we can live life our way is if we make our life for ourselves. I have a hard time reconciling that philosophy with a life of slavery, but it makes sense for everyone but me. These thoughts brought me back to the time when we met, when I was just about to get my ID and went to a bar for the first time. He approached me and we talked as my girlfriends and I proceeded to get hammered. I doubt I'll ever forget that conversation. "Wow Stephanie, you're putting that wine away pretty fast. Do you really want to ruin this night by throwing up? I thought no, not really. Then he said, "Your life is what to make of it. Slow down and let yourself revel in it." That has become my motto, especially now that he owns me, with the exception that my life is the amazing thing he helped me make of it instead. The wildest part is that while he has taught me, and taken ownership of me, he has always empowered me like that. He has built me up to know how strong I am and to control myself even as he has stripped away my desire to be controlled by anyone but him. He went to the bar and brought back a glass of ice. Without asking he filled my wine glass with the ice and said, "Now just sip. Let the ice melt. As it melts, drink it. Keep your glass topped off with ice and add another splash of wine here and there. This way you can drink all night while your girlfriends are getting shit-faced, but you'll be able to drink right along with them all night without losing control." Pretty good stuff, right? I still do that all the time and truth be told I also do have control of my life because I have the choice to leave this life at any time, but baby believe me, I wouldn't leave this life for anything. I feel like a sex goddess slave to a king of the world. Right now, I was hoping for some of that sex. Those memories had me fired up for this amazing man, Master, and dominating influence over me. He didn't know it but he was dominating my pussy right that moment because it's all I could think about. I wanted to get fucked really, really hard. I dipped under the water, swimming up to him. I could see the dark outline of his cock as he floated with his feet dragging on the bottom of the shallow end of the pool. I swam right along his body, up toward him and startled him as I made contact. My head popped out of the water right in front of his face and I wrapped my body around him. I put my lips close to his ear and whispered, "Master, please fuck your slave. She needs your cock inside her. She wants your hot cum to fill her soul." I lifted my tits up into his face. "These girls miss you too." That kind of talk always gets him. Who's in control now? Believe me, if I had any control, Master took it right back. No sooner than I had spoken, I felt his cock pressing against my thigh as it hardened and straightened and started to lay against the crack of my ass. "Well, since you ask so nicely." He lifted me up and and tried to push his cock in, but he missed and I reached down and grabbed it, guiding into me. It slid in, and within a few strokes he was buried deep inside of me. My insides felt full. I filled his head with more syrupy, seductive murmurings. "Oh Master, your cock is so big." I said in my most playful seductress voice. "I feel it in my throat." "Oh, you'll feel it in your throat girl." He chuckled, then thrust into me so hard I thought my hips would break. "Please Master." I continued my game. "Your slave loves her Masters cock in her throat, but right now her pussy is begging to be filled with you." He didn't waste any time. He gripped my hips and the water began to splash as he started slamming me down on his cock and thrusting up into me at the same time. Oh my god, I thought I was going to die it felt so good. "Oh fuck, that feels so good" i said, not playfully, but as sincerely as I think I could ever sound. He truly did feel huge in me. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my cervix, or whatever it is that he hits in there that makes me feel like I've been impaled to the hilt. The angle was perfect. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feeling of my wet nipples sliding over his wet chest. The thrusts kept coming but not as hard or penetrating so I leaned back again and the next thrust brought back that thumping cock inside me. It made me think I was going to cum already. I ground my hips against him, matching his rhythm. We fucked like that for a long while, the pressure building up inside me toward a massive orgasm. Each time his cock hit my depths, I ground my clit against his pubic bone. It made his dick shift deep inside me. Whatever that big cock was doing in there, it felt amazing. I was so ready to cum. I knew i wasn't going to last. I looked at Master, realizing my eyes had been shut the whole time. "Master..." He knew. "Cum when you're ready girl. You've earned it." I replied in absolute lust. "Please don't stop Master, it feels so good." He didn't stop. He intensified, grinding his hips into me after each thrust. As his cock remained there I wiggled my hips back and for the against him, feeling the thick cock moving deep Inside me. The orgasm hit me in a huge wave. I cried out loud with a long wail of pleasure. "Ohhh Master, fuck meeeee haaaard." He did. I opened my eyes again to see his were closed. His thrust were quicker and harder and ever so deep. Our pubic bones were crushed against each other in each thrust. With a grunt he held his cock inside me and I felt a surge of his heat inside me. His hips convulsed. He grunted with each little thrust, depositing his hot love juice in depths only he could touch. A cock is one thing, but the cock of one you love is another thing altogether. I climaxed again, or I just kept climaxing, I don't know which, but by the time Master slowed down I was slumped over onto his chest feeling him breath under me. We floated like that together for ages, only interrupted by his cock sliding out of me after a long while. We never left than embrace until Master invited me to his bed. We dried off, crawled in bed and I slept curled up next to him all night. It was a welcome privilege. I don't think I even dreamt, but just slept in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 06

Fragile Unbroken 6 "Slickery" I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It's not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degree that comfort is a priority.) It's an extreme cum fetish, so if that isn't your thing you may want to move on to another story. My Master and I have had more adventures than I can count, and my need for love and attention is regularly met. but there is one desire that has been innate. It is the natural me. I absolutely love cum. It is like a treasure to me. It is lust at its most concentrated. I want it to touch me. I want to taste it. I want it from both men and women. One of my constant standing commands from Master is that I clean him, or any other lover he may choose, of cum after sex, but that command exists because he learned how much I love it. It came as a reward for good behavior because I always asked him to do it anyway. I began to love it the first time I ever sucked a cock, years before I met Master. I love tasty, slippery, hot cum in quantities that make our older Mexican cleaning lady think we are crazy. That only happens because some of it goes to waste on sheets or pillows. I have to assume that some hits the ceiling but I can't confirm it. Yeah, I know it sounds obsessive. That's because it is, just a little bit. Master learned this about me early in our relationship. As we've grown together, and through my training, he recognized it as an avenue for reward. He asked me a lot of questions, and over time he developed a strategy that he thought might accommodate this fantasy of mine. He spent months preparing. One night he asked me how many men I thought it would take to fulfill my desire to be drenched in cum. I had never thought It through that far. I asked him how many he would let me have. I think he expected an answer that was a little more tame. He replied that safety was his first concern, and he felt like it should be men whom he would trust enough to be alone with me, which in truth was very few, if any at all. Even so, I told him that I would not want the experience if he were not a participant. At that point I don't think the idea of seeing a bunch of men naked over me appealed to him at all. It took time to develop mutual comfort and understanding, but in the end Master saw his way clear to make it happen. He told me that he thought he could come up with six men who would be willing. That was more than I ever expected him to give me, but he had a plan that would incorporate safety and his comfort. We spent the next two months having some private encounters with a few gentlemen, one of which my Master tossed right out of the mix. By the time that was complete Master had allowed me to meet 4 other men who he knew enough of to be confident that they were clean. He had some agreements with them, and he said he made them test for std's before they ever met me. One of them was a close friend Mike who he had known most of his life. I had been intimate with him before, and we had no worries about him. Often in the weeks leading up to the night it happened, I would think about it until my thighs were slick with my bodies natural lubrication. It was finally prepared. I don't know exactly what Master had to do to make it work, but he worked hard, knowing that this was something I wanted and he told me I deserved it. The day came. I was cleaned and adorned with a new pearl necklace master had given me for this occasion. It was not an accident. He thought the symbolism of the pearls would remind me of the event in the future. I wore it all that day. It looked a little awkward wearing my necklace with my collar but there was no way I wanted to go through this without my Masters collar. I prepared myself. Master had given me instruction and we both set hard and soft limits which gave me even more freedom because I knew where Master would draw he line. I had been fantasizing about multiple penetrations as time led up to this, and Master agreed that if I was comfortable with it, he would go along too. I knew he meant it. I had watched a man suck his cock before, and he had taken one anally on a night where I had been chained and forced, (allowed) to watch Master with another dominant friend who both tested and punished her male sub by having him suck Master to completion. I knew he wouldn't be bothered by the idea of another cock in my ass. One limit I added to our arrangement was that only Master would be allowed in my pussy. He appreciated that. I think it built trust as well. It was comforting and intoxicating to know I could guide the evening according to my comfort level. I was nervous to near shaking but I couldn't stop thinking about 5 men cumming. I wanted it badly. I was wet all day to the point that it was embarrassing and inconvenient as I spent the majority of that day naked and my wetness was noticeable. Master just laughed when I told him that. He said that half of the time he didn't have to work to deprive me. I was so sex focused that I kept myself on the edge. I didn't think it was funny. It was his fault anyway for being so damn sexy and loving. The hour arrived. I had my hair braided so it would not interfere. I had the beautiful pearl necklace on arranged so that it didn't conflict t too badly with my golden collar. The necklace hung down to drape across my cleavage. It looked hot. Master suggested I wear a robe and nothing else to make the whole thing easier, so I wore a black silk robe which barely covered my ass. So I knelt, waiting on a pillow with my legs closed to keep my wetness from showing, on my perch in the corner of the great room. Master had decided the event would take place here. He had given me permission to speak freely but he put soft, black, leather shackles on my ankles and wrists. I think he was marking his territory. He had removed his card table from the room and replaced it with a soft, thick rug. You could tell that the room was set up for something and all the men knew what they were getting into, so as the first one arrived the sexual tension was already hot. Master offered him a drink. He did not introduce us. Part of my fantasy was to be treated like a whore. Master said that nobody needs to know a whores name to get off. It set my mood quite readily. I had met the men but their names had never come up. I already felt like a whorish fuck doll and only two of the men who would take me were here. Master and he chatted. He was tall and muscular. He wore tight blue jeans and I could see his erection forming early as he glanced at me and I just smiled back at him, kneeling quietly. Three more men showed up within the next few minutes. They were all talking, they all had a drink or two. They were acting macho and all I knew was that those cocks over there would touch me soon. I did know Mike and he came over to talk to me, but we talked about none of the normal things we might have discussed. It was all about the weather and other frivolous topics. I could tell he was nervous. I told him he ought to go join the others and get ready. I didn't want to wait any longer. Master had instructed me how to approach this. My heart was beating like a drum as I stood up and walked to the large, soft rug. My black robe flowed easily over my hips, contrasting with my pale white skin. Every one of the men stopped talking and turned to look at me. It was real now. I was insanely nervous but I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself as I untied my sash and tossed the robe to the side. I looked at each man in the eye. My nipples were aching hard. My shaved pussy was dripping down my highs. This was it. My dream. I knelt down on the rug and looked at one of them. I have no idea who he was. I beckoned him over with my finger. He swallowed so hard that I could hear it. Suddenly in my lust I felt like a queen with 5 men at my whim. I was the whore queen and these were my subjects. As the first man approached, my fears melted away. I focused on making these men want me. I was going to please them all. They were going to feed me their cum. I stroked his cock through his pants and then unzipped them. His pants slid down enough for me to pull his cock out of his boxers and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it. I looked at the others. "You men really ought to get undressed," I said with inherent seduction dripping from my words. That did it. Everyone but Master took their cloths off with a clatter. It was like they had all forgotten they were in a room full of other men. All eyes were on the slut on the floor. The first man seemed stuck, as if he didn't want to lose the advantage of me kneeling in front of him and stroking his cock but he didn't want to be the only one with cloths on either. I offered him no consolation, instead I made it worse by sucking his cock into my mouth. Mike was nearby and I reached for him, pulling him closer. When he was close enough I leaned over and took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked hard as I stroked the other guy using my saliva like a lube. They were all undressed and gathered around me as the last man took his cloths off too. Master had instructed them that they were not to initiate anything unless I started it. I knew the others were hoping for a little action. I looked at one who was stroking his cock and that sent me over the edge. I wanted every one of hose cocks touching me. Master had given me control of what happened. It was up to me what I wanted. I had free reign. My problem was, I had 5 cocks, but only one mouth, two hands and one pussy. It left only one thing if I really wanted five cocks fucking me. Master was slowly disrobing as he watched. I had a fear that he wouldn't like this, but as I watched him while I sucked one cock, and was trying to stroke two others, his pants dropped and his cock was rigid and hard. He was into it at least that much. I let the cock out of my mouth and called to him., "Master, please, I need you here." I heard confidence in my own voice and that bolstered my confidence further. He came over and I spoke to him. "Master, will you please fuck your little slave while she pleasures these men?" Three of them were stroking their cocks and one was apparently still recovering from the fact that I had stopped sucking him. Master nodded and laid down on the rug as we had discussed. I straddled him and I reached for the two nearest men, but I called to Mike. "Mike, please fuck my ass, I need your hard cock in me." I pointed to lube sitting on a nearby end table. He wasted no time in drizzling it over his dick and rubbing it all over as he stroked his thickness. I grabbed Masters cock and guided it into my dripping cunt. He plunged in deep. I leaned forward supporting myself with one hand and reached for another cock. I dragged that thick cock to position nearly in front of me and asked him to stand next to Master. I sucked his cock into my mouth and held it there, sucking as hard as my limited concentration would let me. By this time Mike was kneeling behind me between Masters legs. I rocked my hips down over Masters cock until it was wedged deep inside me and filling my pussy. and then I poised my ass and prepared to be entered by Mike. I had been double penetrated before, which is part of what led to this fantasy, but Masters cock was big, and Mikes was the biggest of all the others. I felt the pressure of his cock but I was as ready as I could be and he eased into me. It hurt but I pushed back pulling him in as the sensation of three cocks in me overwhelmed me. I was fucking Master. Mike's cock slowly went deep into my ass. I felt so full and it felt so good that I almost started cumming right there. A man whose name I didn't even know was fucking my face and two men were jacking off over me. I was so fucking intense I couldn't control myself. I stayed like that for a while, completely overwhelmed. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth until I had it down my throat. That man started fucking my face. Then I realized I could get my hands on two more. I reached for one more cock as the man stood next to me. The other man took the example and I latched onto that one too. Grabbing those cocks hard I pulled them closer to me. I had three cocks near my face now and I couldn't concentrate on any one of them. Instead I tried to rotate my concentration, fucking Master a little, then poising my ass and tightening for the man victimizing it, whose balls I could feel against my pussy where they must have rested against Masters massive balls. That thought sent me over the edge. I sucked one, grabbed another, then turned and sucked another and grabbed the other one then went back to getting a few strokes in for Master. It took so much concentration that I forgot all about my own pussy for a little while. The man in my ass sounded like he was getting close to cumming and that reminded me why I was here. I realized I was in no position to stop him. He grunted out loud and shoved deep into me, explodedijg in my ass. The first drops of cum had landed. I went back to sucking cock and jacking off cocks while while I fucked my Master. Mike pumped his cock into me until his cock was getting limp and he couldn't. I felt his dick slide out of me and I knew cum was drizzling down onto my pussy. I slid myself up Masters cock and began to fuck him in the longest strokes I could manage. I was so wet, I could hear my sloppy pussy. Other men were getting close as I focused on Master. I leaned back, dropping the cock from my mouth. "Master," I begged. "Please cum on my face" I pulled up off of him and Master was right on time. He stood up over me and I knelt on the rug. Master stroked his dick over me and I reached for another one with my mouth. As they all stroked their cocks I sucked one mans into my mouth as he looked ready to cum. I sucked until his cock exploded. I let his first load slide out of my mouth onto my tits, swallowing only a little as he pulled out and his cum fell onto my shoulders and tits. My skin felt hot where the little splatters hit me. I was in sheer ecstasy as I shoved a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. Another man was moaning. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, then held my tits up so he could cum on them. His cum shot me in the face before the rest of his load spewed all over my tits. That man came forever. His load was huge and it drizzled off of my tits onto my thighs. I don't think I had ever seen so much cum from one man. I turned to be next stranger and grabbed his cock and stroked it with him. I stroked hard and as my arm was getting tired he started saying he was going to cum. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close and held my face under his cock as his cum shot out in huge spurts all over my face. I felt like a good and proper cum slut but there was one person left. I looked up at my beautiful Master, his cock in his hand and I was overcome by lust and love for him. I wanted him inside me. I begged him again. "Oh Master, fuck your slave." As I lay back in the rug, spreading my legs wide. He knelt between them and pushed his cock back into my pussy. He fucked hard and it wasn't long. I began rubbing warm jizz all over my tits and pinching my own nipples while he too started shooting his load into my steaming pussy. As he did he pulled out and shot most of his load onto my pussy lips. I reached down to rub his cum into my clit and it was then that I started cumming myself. I writhed on the floor for these gentlemen, almost screaming in pleasure. "Oh fuck yes." I saw two of them rubbing their cocks again and I wanted more. "Fuck yes, stroke your cocks and give me more. All of them but Master grabbed there cocks and started trying to bring them back to life while I rubbed their cum all over my body and finger fucked myself. I rubbed my clit and came twice more in the long timespan before each mans cock eventually released on me again. I had four men standing over me with dicks in their hands, dropping splashes of cum on me one by one and I bathed in it, moaning like a drunk street whore. Men were falling away. I felt like a warrior whore queen who had just vanquished an army. I lay there on the rug as they all faded away. I vaguely remember seeing Master with his pants on, and I heard men talking but I didn't care at all what they said. I could feel their cool cum all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my pussy, my ass, my thighs. I was completely used. I was completely overcome and I didn't want to move. I don't know how long it was but after a good while Master was standing over me speaking. "Lay there slave and enjoy your conquest for the rest of the night. He brought me pillows from my perch and I crawled half way onto one. Before sleep took me I remember hearing a voice saying."You've got yourself one hell of a slave there, Jon" I heard him reply, "Yes, I do." I woke up to a quiet house with that memory in my head. I was sticky with dry cum all over me. It was the oddest feeling as I moved and felt it pulling at my skin. Yes, today I was a good and proper whore princess, loved and adored enough to be used and taken at the whim of a powerful, secure man. No man could have whipped the smile from this little cumsluts face that day. Later that evening Master pulled three guns from hidden spots around the room. It startled me until I realized what it really meant. I was very, very safe. I also realized that the man who owned me was the most honorable, strong and safe man I had ever met.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 1

*"Angel on her knees"* Angela, my sister in submission, was coming over for the weekend. She and Master had been working together for nearly two months during which time I had not seen or heard from her. Master wanted to work with her without distraction. At first I was a little jealous, but I had no reason to be. Master spent the majority of his time with me, never skipped a beat in his interaction with me and I could tell he was making sure that I wouldn't feel neglected. Truth be told, he was burning the candle at both ends between his everyday work, his work with Angela, and spending time with me. In the end I felt guilty for my selfishness until I spoke with Master about it. His reassurance of his devotion to me left me realizing yet again that our relationship was not diminished by her presence, it was enhanced. That truth has proven itself many times since then and the coming weekend was part of that revelation. She was to arrive Friday and stay the weekend. I was so excited I couldn't contain it. I asked Master if he had plans. He nodded and asked me when I knew of a time that he didn't have a plan. Good point there, I couldn't think of one. She arrived hours before Master was due home. The house looked great. I dismissed our house cleaner early and asked the cook to prepare a dinner which I could reheat. He made a spinach lasagna and salad and all I had to do was pop it in the oven and heat the bread. Perfect! I should clarify that the house cleaner and cook are part of the household. They are well paid and I am convinced that they think we are crazy but they respect our privacy. A good portion of their pay compensates them for their silence and discretion.They are used to seeing my in various states of undress. I've caught the cook eyeing me many times. Sometimes I try to spare him, and other times I am a vicious tease, giving him glimpses of things he probably doesn't tell his wife. Our cleaning lady scolds me regularly for not wearing clothes. My favorite is, "Why do you think I want to see your naked body all the time?" She is a sweet lady though and we have had many good conversations. She doesn't understand our lifestyle but she understands why we want it to be our business and nobody else's. Surely you can see why I would have wanted them gone. I had a bottle of champagne on ice, for no particular occasion, just a huge desire to celebrate with her. I was wearing what Master calls silks, which is a blue silk skirt, if you can call it a skirt, it is made of ribbons of silk a couple of inches wide which drape down to my knees from a thin belt which they loop around. It covers, but then it doesn't because the silk fabric is so thin and light that it blows or shifts with the slightest movement. Without panties the result is that you really are all but naked with the exception that when you kneel or sit, the ribbons gather between your legs and cover you, but they are parted above your thighs. The top is essentially a little halter that wears loosely and is held up by my breasts. It reminds me of what a belly dancer might wear, but considerably more revealing. Ribbons similar to the skirt drape over my breasts, long enough to reach just above my belly button. There are a few more narrow ribbons next to the wide ones over my breasts and none go under the arms or across the back. The silk hides nothing of the contours of my shape. When my nipples are hard they feel almost as obvious as if I were naked. They cover a little but they are beautiful and the silk feels amazing brushing against my skin. Over my nipples it is so subtle but relentless, that often my nipples just stay aroused. They make me feel very, very sexy. The whole ensemble creates an illusion of being covered but you really are very exposed. The silk waves and sways with your movements. It parts over your legs when you walk. The effect is a seductive and fluid covering that hides little and resists nothing but looks nice. Standing on our porch, suitcase in hand, Angela looked like a dream. It's odd how your memory of someone changes over time, and then when you see them again the real image comes flooding back. My heart leapt at the sight of her. She was stunning in a short, white, tight, low cut dress which contrasted with her warm, dark skin. She wore white stilettos and had a pearl choker around her throat. Her black hair curled over her shoulders and the smile on her face spoke volumes. Our excitement was obviously mutual. She stood her small suitcase up and practically jumped into my arms. We hugged until I pushed her back and looked down her gorgeous body. "Angela, my god, you're even more beautiful than I remember! " It hit me that I'd only really seen her in her bikini or naked for any length of time. When she got dolled up she was stunning. She grabbed her suitcase on its rollers and we went inside as she responded. "And look at you, what is that thing you're wearing?" "Master calls it silks. I don't know where he gets them but I have a bunch." I looked back at her and she was watching me walk. "Shit girl, that's crazy sexy," she said. I smiled and went to the champagne, raising the bottle in invitation. She nodded and I proceeded to open the bottle. My curiosity was killing me. "So, how's it going? I mean, with Master." At his mention her expression changed, mellowed and her smile grew." "It's going great, I think. He tells me he's pleased with my progress." She paused. I couldn't resist the urge to interrupt. "And...? How do to feel about it?" Her voice deepened and became softer. "Wow. That's hard to say. I feel, well, I feel like my whole life is changing. I feel like a different person. I see people differently. It's like I see people and their dominance stands out to me, or their submissiveness. I feel like I understand myself better. I love it Stephanie." I interrupted again. "Sister sweetheart, sister.." "Oh yeah. Wow, I've got to remember that." I smiled, knowing she'd get it fast. She continued, "But, there's one more thing. I don't know how to say it, but Sir says I'm not as submissive as you, that he sees dominant qualities in me. He hasn't said much more than that." I thought about that, not sure what implications that had. "Well, I'm sure Master will clear it up when he's ready." I offered her a glass of champagne and we both sipped it, standing quietly afterwards. The silence would have been awkward but I broke in. "Well, let me show you around." I took her by the hand, showing her my perch, which she eyed with deep consideration. I showed her around the rest of the home and then we stepped into the backyard. She seemed most comfortable there, enjoying the pool and hot tub, the gazebo and the barbecue and pizza oven cooking area. She looked around and we chatted about privacy, which as far as I was concerned was iron clad. I had absolutely no fear of intrusion. There were service people who occasionally came through, and I told her about the cook and the house cleaner. She seemed to really appreciate that bit. We laughed together as I wholeheartedly agreed. By the time we were done our glasses were empty and our familiar comfort with each other was returning. I was remembering the brilliant intelligence and the warm beauty that she radiates. We poured more champagne and she settled onto a couch while I curled up on a pillow on my perch. She had questions about the perch and how day to day life looked here. I told her about the mundane bits first and then talked about the more intricate parts which pertained to our lifestyle. How I greet Master each day, how we sleep and where we play. As usual, she asked a dozen questions. We had a third glass of champagne and the next couple of hours passed before I realized it. Master would be home soon. I suggested to her that we both kneel for his arrival as I always try to do. She was all for it. I placed two pillows near my usual spot and we lounged there together for a while until we heard Master at the door. We both went to our knees. I watched her position herself. She brushed her hair back over her shoulders, hiked her dress up a little in her thighs, spreading her legs and pressed her breasts forward placing her hands on her thighs. It was beautiful and perfect. I did the same. As Master walked in, we both looked at his feet, bowing our heads and angling our breasts forward. Our hands turned palm upward in unison. It was as if we had choreographed it, and then I realized that it was choreographed by Master. He walked up to us with not a word, standing with one foot between each of our thighs. I could hear the smile in his voice as he greeted us. "Good evening girls." Then It got awkward. We both tried to answer, but Angela stopped talking when she heard my voice. I spoke more cautiously after that. "Good evening Master, how may I serve you?" "We" he said. "You will speak for both of you, slave, when I address you both. Angela is new and has to learn to follow your lead. She's done well with her training but now we'll all need to learn how this works when our family is together." "Yes Master," I responded, looking at his feet. He continued. "You two look lovely. That's a very nice selection Slave. Why are you clothed? Oh crap. I had forgotten with all the distraction of having my sister with me again. I answered, "Forgive me Master, Your slave was distracted by her sisters presence. Would you like me, I mean us, I mean, your girls to take our clothes off now?" "No. You are forgiven. You look lovely. Both of you go to your perch." Sister and I swept to our feet and walked to my perch. I arranged the cushions for two and we knelt there, both of us looking down. Master seated himself and spoke to us. "Look up girls. Relax a little. Let's talk. Angela you are free to speak." Angela and I looked up at him with a short glance at each other. This was proving to be difficult. He was smiling but his tone had been stern and set me off balance. I could only imagine how my sister was feeling. Master broke the silence. "So here's the plan for this weekend. Tonight I will be leaving you two alone. I will return tomorrow at about 6 and you will be ready to go out for dinner. Girl, you will wear exactly what I told you to wear. Slave, you will wear something similar in black. I have given your sister instructions and you have all that you need. Both of you will have your hair up and I'd like you both to go out and prepare yourselves for me tomorrow." I didn't know if sister knew what he meant by prepare, but it meant mani's, pedi's, a Brazilian, the salon if we wanted, I thought I might even be able to pull off a massage for us. I was excited and distracted from my confusion over Master leaving us. He continued, " While I'm gone, I'd like you two to spend some time together and reacquaint yourselves. You will be free until I return." He stopped there and I asked, "Master, what is your pleasure for your servants before you leave? May we serve you? "You will serve my wishes by doing as I have asked. Now, you may take those clothes off. I want to see my girls before I go." Undressing took only moments. He said we were free. I took advantage by going to him naked and kneeling, off to the side with one of his feet between my knees so my sister would have room. As she came to us I took her hand and pulled her close so that as she knelt our thighs touched. Warm memories of her soft skin ripped through me, settling deep in my belly. I held onto her hand as we knelt. We held our faces low. I could hear her soft breathing. Master took our chins in his hands and raised our faces. He looked pleased. Who wouldn't be? I thought to myself. He smiled and spoke softly, "You two be sure to have a little fun while I'm gone. When I get back the real fun will begin." Ok, now that was ominous coming from Master. "Yes Master," I said, almost in unison except that her "Sir" stood out. Master noticed too. "Girl, how do you feel about calling me Master? It wouldn't change our agreements any, but it sure would sound better." "Yes Sir. I've thought about it. Sir feels weird. Master sounds more natural. I'm comfortable with calling you Master, but I..." She stopped herself. "Your girl is comfortable with calling you whatever will make you happy." Master nodded and with a smile said, "Then call me Master." I looked at her. "Yes Master", she replied, and the corner of her lips turned up in a subtle smile. "Stand up." Came a sharp command. We both stood bare assed naked in front of him, me wearing only a collar, and she still wearing her pearl choker. I wondered if it was her idea or a command from Master to wear it. Or maybe it was a gift. Either way it was gorgeous on her tan neck. Master took one of each of our hands in his and stood next to us, then he placed a hand on our shoulders and turned us toward each other. We were close. Our breasts brushed against each other. I was already aroused, and I felt her nipples harden against my tits. Master said one word, "Kiss." I leaned forward, placing my hands around her waist and she met me with slightly parted lips. Her lips lightly brushed over mine as her hands came up and she placed one behind my neck. The other laid on my arm. Our passion built upon each others and our next kiss was harder. She pulled me close. Our breasts pushed into each other and I instinctively slipped my tongue past her lips. She received it and our tongues began to dance together. Master stepped away. "I'll see you tomorrow girls." And he walked towards the door. We both broke our kiss and turned, neither of us knew quite how to react, but Master looked over his shoulder. "You're free. Have a good time." He walked out the door and we were both a little stunned and a little turned on, but it was too late, he was gone. Sister spoke first. "Shit, he is so fuckin' intense. I don't even know how he does it. He always gets me going and then I never know what's going to happen." She looked at me with the question in her eyes. "I don't get it either. Maybe I'm used to it, but I never feel used to it. He likes to keep us guessing." She nodded and then the realization of what was happening just moments ago came back to me. I dropped my eyes down over her body. Her nipples were hard little buds. Her dark areolae wrinkled. Her tits stood out firm, perfect. Her waist led into her hips, creating beautiful curves. Her stomach was firm and flat, her sex still had a little triangle landing pad above her slit. She looked so clean and smooth that my thoughts of a Brazilian for her seemed futile. Her legs were muscular and shapely, but what I loved most was her beautiful brown skin. Not hint of tan line, I had never experienced such perfect color and softness in any person I had touched. Touch is what I wanted to do. I returned my gaze to her face and she had been watching me admire her. We looked into each other's eyes as she spoke so low I could barely hear it. "Thank you Stephanie." I started to correct her but she stepped forward and held her hand up, almost to my lips. "No seriously, thank you." I felt bashful. Speechless, but I muttered, "For what?" "For being so open. For letting me in. I know... Master... Would not have taken me as his girl if you weren't ok with it." I felt myself blushing. I listened, arguing with her in my head. "Seriously, he told me. He made me agree that if our relationship interfered with your relationship, that he'd cut me loose. But," she looked away, "I don't want to go anywhere. You two... I don't know how to say it. You two have made me see that my crappy life doesn't have to be crappy." I closed the gap between us and wrapped her in my arms. "Take that off of your mind. Master adores you and so do I. This is a little awkward but we'll get used to it. I don't want to lose you either. I want you in our life. You make Master happy and you make me happy. We can work through any hard parts" She was looking at me as I spoke. She rested her head on my shoulder and I embraced her. Her hands slipped around my waist and we stood there together for a long time. When she leaned her head back I kissed her and from that point on our bodies didn't stop touching until we had satisfied our lusts. She kissed me back hard, grasping my head in both of her hands and driving her tongue between my lips. I was caught off guard by her intensity, but I recovered, sliding my hands down her back, caressing the curves down until my hands were cupping her ass cheeks. Her nipples brushed against mine and I knelt down in front of her, sucking one of the hard nubs into my mouth. She stood, holding my head and quietly moaned her words. "I've been thinking about you every day, wanting to be with you." I responded, "Mmm hmm," without taking my mouth off of her. She continued, "You know, you're the first woman who ever touched me." I nodded until her nipple popped out of my mouth. "Yes. And I'm pretty sure I'm the first woman you ever touched too." Memories of our weekend took my brain somewhere else for a moment. She was smiling and her tone changed to something almost scary seductive. "I haven't stopped thinking about it. I fuckin' want more." She grabbed my hair and leaned over me, going to her knees as she pulled me to the ground, not painfully, but not exactly voluntarily either. A flood of feelings washed over me. The feeling I get when I am overpowered and dominated struck me by surprise. I yielded as I sank to the floor. She laid down on top of me, still holding my hair and kissed me with that same aggressive kiss, her tongue pushing between my lips like she was claiming them for her own. I wanted nothing more than to give in. I let her kiss me, sucking and playing with her tongue. One of her hands gripped my breast. It was strong and aggressive. Suddenly she stopped kissing me, drawing back, then she backed up, crawling over my body and planted her head between my thighs. I parted them readily. Her tongue wasted no time. That same aggressive approach plunging between my nether lips left me gasping for air. I raised my hips up and she began to suck on my hole. It felt intense and I knew I wasn't going to last long. She pushed fingers into my pussy, which by now was oozing sex juice like crazy and proceeded to lick me with a firm, aggressive touch. I felt my stomach tightening, warmth building inside. When she brushed over my clit I yelled at her. "Oh fuck that feels good. Please suck my pussy." She did, she latched onto my clitoris like a vacuum, and it nearly sent me over the edge. As she fucked me with her fingers and sucked on my clit, I remembered how large her clit was. I imagined sucking it like it was a little cock. That was all my body and mind could handle and a fast, furious orgasm gripped me. I pushed my hips up into her face, moaning out loud, forgetting my rules so that her name echoed through the room and in my head. "Angela," was like a dream. She kept going and I had a, long, sustained orgasm that left me feeling completely wired and ready to go. I pushed her head off of me and pulled her toward me, begging her to come to me "Come here baby." I purred. She crawled up my body and I sucked her lips like a starving child, tasting myself on her and licking my cum from her cheeks and her chin. She was rubbing her tits back and forth on mine and my nipples were rock hard. Having cleaned her of my essence, the musky smell was still thick in the air, I pushed my mouth up next to her ear and whispered, "I want to taste you now, and let your taste your cum on my lips." She moaned, "Mmm Hmm," crawling forward over my body. I barely got one lick at her nipple as her tits moved past my face. She didn't wait, but dragged her legs over my arms and positioned her slit over my face. Her smell overwhelmed my own lingering scent, sweet and tangy. I caught a short glimpse of her thick, dark labia, open like the petals of a flower, almost dripping before she lowered herself over my lips. I gasped for air before I was smothered in that hot, delicious pussy. I plunged my tongue between her folds, sinking it as deep into her tight little hole as it would go. While my tongue fucked her, I peeked up along her stomach, at her heavy breasts bobbing in the air over me. She grabbed a handful of hair at the top of my head with one hand and grasped one of her tits with the other. Her hand in my hair pulled me into her cunt and she slid her hips back and forth over my face. I let my tongue and my lips glide along the track of her slit, jabbing my tongue inside her when it was in position as she pulled my face into her crotch with my hair. She didn't stop. I was breathing through my nose as the realization crept over me that I was being used by this woman. She was pulling my hair and grinding her cunt into my face as I did my best to tongue fuck her, lick her, or rub over her clit with my tongue or my lips or even my nose. I had no control and no desire to be anything but her slut fucktoy. It was a familiar feeling that I loved, but it felt new and scary as I realized that my Masters second girl was dominating me without even trying. I resolved myself to be taken and used by her. It was like she had forgotten that I was under her. She wanted her pussy licked and I was the toy with the tongue. I wrapped my arms around her thighs from behind and buried my face into her. If that's what she wanted, I was going to give it my best. That only drove her harder. I was barely able to keep from scraping her with my teeth. My lips were hurting as she shifted, positioning my mouth over her large, erect clit. I wrapped my lips around it and swirled my tongue. I was a little in shock at her sudden change, and I was a lot turned on. I pulled one arm from her thigh and gripped her with the other arm. Pushing my thumb up under my chin by her perineum I slicked it up and began rubbing her anus with it, putting slow pressure on the hole. She ground into me all the harder. It was hard to breathe and I didn't care. I inserted my thumb a little more and it passed her tight barrier and sunk inside her ass. Her muscles resisted my presence, I swirled it around in her ass, massaging against the ring of sphincter muscles. Sister was moaning repeatedly, and with each breath out she was saying, "Oh, fuck yes baby. Fuckin' lick my pussy, lick it baby, lick it. I obeyed while pushing my thumb in as deep as I could. My attention on her clit alternated between firm pressure and soft pressure as I gained a little control. She was so loud I knew it was close. I sucked her little cock looking clit like it was my only reason for living. I flicked at it with tongue and lips until it hit. She pushed her pubes down on my mouth hard. My lips screamed in pain but my tongue could still swirl over that clit. I fucked her ass hard and she came and came. I felt her wet juices leaking over my jaw and onto my throat but I stayed with her clit until she was pushing my face away saying, "No, stop, stop." That's when I let myself smile. I pulled my thumb out of her ass as slowly as I could with her pulling away and she reacted to the sensation with groans of pleasure. Finally I reached for her and pulled her down to lay beside me. "Come here sis." I wanted to feel her holding me. I wanted to feel her body close to mine. She draped one leg over my thigh so it nestled within my crotch. She lay one hand between my breasts and draped her fingers over my heart and kissed me long and passionately, sucking my lips and tasting herself on me before resting her head on my shoulder. I put one hand in her flowing hair and stroked it gently, pondering over what had just happened, not confused, but not fully understanding. This was only the second time we had met, technically, but I felt like I had known her for years. The intimacy between us was strong, but in truth we were just getting to know each other. Master had been training her a lot for weeks. I knew how deeply that could affect a person. She was his submissive now, and yet here I was with bruised lips from the intensity she had just taken me. I decided then that she could use me anytime. It was hot, but she didn't do it to bring me the delicious pain I was feeling in my lips. She did it for her own pleasure. I was ok with it, but I had to know her mind. After a while I spoke. "Sister..." She lifted her head and looked at me. "Sister, I don't know how to say this." "Just say it." She responded, "Say anything." So I did. I just blurted it out. "You just took me like I was your toy." She didn't answer so I continued. "I mean, it's ok. It was crazy hot, but I just didn't see it coming. It took me by surprise and..." She cut me off by putting her hand on the side of my head and pulling me in for a kiss, then she spoke. "I've just wanted to be with you again ever since we met. I just got caught up in it. You're my first." I kept the blunt honesty going while I still had it in me. "You just completely dominated me." She just looked at me for a second, as if thinking. That brilliance shown In her eyes again, of her mind flashing over the scenario and processing the situation. It was one of the things that drew me to her. "Well fuck." She said. I laughed, and then we laughed together. "Yeah, fuck is right. I think Master sees it in you too.." I said. "Well, fuck," she said again more quietly. She almost looked embarrassed but the ice was broken. She had a dominant side. I don't know if she knew what implications that had at the time, and over the course of the evening we decided that we should tell Master about it. We spent the evening getting a little drunk and ate the brilliant spinach lasagna. I admired her gorgeous body all night and we spent a while just kissing and touching each other before bed. We decided to sleep in Masters bed. I was in a playful mood and I was half drunk so I wanted to tease her dominant nature out again. She lay on the bed and I knelt next to her. "Sister..." I turned my voice to a syrupy tease. "How may I serve you?" She blinked a couple of times, a little startled. "Well shit." She paused for a moment and looked at me, again processing the possibilities and forcing my affection for her to grow even more as I loved reading her face and seeing her depth. She continued, only I think she had decided she would take advantage of the situation. "Go get that big pink dildo and fuck me." "Yes sister, will that be all?" I replied. She nodded and I bounded into the great room, returning with the weapon we called The Pink One. It was a large, thick pink dildo with a wide, head on it. It had a vibe that felt like an earthquake inside you. It was soft but very rigid. It could hurt a girl. I was going to have a little fun. She said for me to fuck her, so I wasted no time kneeling between her legs with the big monster in my hands. I started rubbing the length of it over her slit gently. Her lips parted as I pushed upward from her perineum with the head. As it passed over I could see her wetness. I pushed the head against her entrance, swirling and turning it until the head was soaked with her juices, then I took it to my mouth and licked it clean as we stared into each other's eyes. "Damn girl, you know how to get me going." I heard her say, but she hadn't seen what I was up to yet. Next I brought it to her opening, and sliding it up and down her slit a little bit I pushed the head in. Her head went back into the pillow and she sucked in a breath. I pushed it in more and more, sliding it in and out slightly until it was slick with her cum. I pushed until it wouldn't go any deeper and she was whimpering softly, "oh fuck, oh fuck that thing is big." "It is big and hard and I'm going to fuck you with it just like you commanded me sister." I said, pulling it all the way out and then pushing it past her lips and deep inside again. When I felt it hit bottom I started swirling it, moving it around inside her. Both of her hands gripped the sheet. I made that a pattern. All the way out, all the way in, swirl it around inside her with just a little pressure on it. "How does your sisters big pink cock feel?" I asked. "Oh fuck, it feels good." "I bet it does sister." I pulled it out and went in for another round of the pattern that was driving her crazy. "You have this little fuck toy here, fucking you with her big, pink cock. You can do anything you want with your fuck toy sister." Another round and this time when I slid it inside her she gripped the sheets and moaned out loud. "Ohhhh, fuck me." I continued weaving my little spell on her. "Oh yes sister, I am fucking you. My big pink cock loves to fuck you. Your little fuck toy wants to make it feel good." Another swirl of the pink monster deep inside her. Her hips were moving in sync with my thrusts and movements inside her. "Your hot little pussy looks lonely sister." She let out a super long moan. "Do you want your fuck toy to kiss your sweet pussy and make it not feel lonely?" She was squirming already. "Fuck yes." Permission, that's what I wanted out of her. I dipped my head down and held the pink cock inside her, swirling it gently, knowing that the fat head was filling her up deep inside and touching places that a girl doesn't get touched often enough. I held it in, not removing it again, she was full of my cock. I licked up the side of it tracing over her inner labia with my tongue. Her body twitched with the pleasure of it. I sucked her thick swollen outer labia, up and down, pulling at it while the cock filled her up. She was close. Using my other hand which wasn't on the dildo, I pulled back the hood of her big clit, almost looking like a little cock itself. I treated it like one. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, ever so gently. She felt it. She growled at me, "Ohhhhh, fuck yeah. Suck my fuckin' clit." I did. I pursed my lips and very gently slid them down onto her clit. And then began to suck softly, pinching it between my lips. She reacted. I felt her hands in my hair and she pulled my face down against her pubes, it hurt. I slowly sucked harder, swirling my tongue over and around her love button as I swirled the big cock against her insides. She let go with a loud continuous moan. Her juices were flooding my fingers on the dildo. I kept it up. She pushed her hips into my face as she ground my face into her pubes. I wedged my chin against the bone beside her slit to keep from hurting her and sucked her little clit more. It seemed to last and last. I felt proud but I wasn't done. I slowly retrieved the big cock out of her. My lips were throbbing. I pulled the slick dildo out and slid it down over her perineum to the entrance to her ass. She said fuck her, not where and how much. I grinned to myself, knowing she couldn't take the massive head in her ass. I pressed it gently against her asshole, still swirling it gently as I grabbed the shaft. She was watching me. I grinned. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked. "Fucking you, sister. You said to fuck you... Do you want me to stop... Fucking you?" She thought for a moment. "You are fucking dangerous." I nodded but she lifted her thighs up and exposed her ass more for me. "I don't think you can take this in your ass sister. But someday you might need to be able to." Her reply surprised me. "Have you forgotten who our Master is?" I was intrigued, but this dildo was huge. She'd already rocked a massive orgasm and I hadn't even turned on the vibes. I kept gentle pressure against the ring of her sphincter muscles. I saw her relaxing herself, taking deep breaths. Yes, the signs of our Master were there. I pressed it in a little more. Her eyes shut, her breathing steadied, she tucked her legs against her belly and held them with her hands. My pressure continued as I watched her ass expand slowly. Suddenly it entered her. I almost jerked back for fear of hurting her, but I looked up and she was smiling. Not a sound came out of her as she took it in a little deeper. "Wow," the exclamation escaped my lips without my realizing it. Her smile grew bigger. "Master?" I said. She opened her eyes. "Master." She replied. I was impressed. It took me a long time to be able to take The Pink One in my ass. So, since she was so damned impressive I decided to up the intensity. I flipped the little switch at The Pink Ones base and The Pink One roared to life. "Oh fuck you." She said. I giggled. I played with her ass for a little while until she asked me to remove it. I removed it slowly and then licked her pussy clean of her delicious cum until she gave me even more. She was spent. I was spent and my lips were still throbbing. I pulled the covers over us and laid myself at her side with my head on her shoulder and draped one leg over her. We fell asleep together and slept until late in the morning. We woke groggy from wine and sex. Sister noticed my lip was swollen on one side. I thanked her and kissed her with it. We had a light breakfast and a Bloody Mary to help with our mild hangovers. We showered together, washing each other, shaving each other's legs, both of us preparing ourselves for our Masters return. We went out and got our nails done, deciding that's all we needed. Sister had brought white stockings to go with her white dress and matching panties and bra, under Masters orders. She looked like a modern day sex goddess. I wore black stockings and my skimpy black dress. We both decided to go pantyless, although she had reservations about not having been given orders but I assured her Master would appreciate it even if he decided we had disobeyed. We looked hot, her with her brown skin contrasting with her white dress, I with my pale white skin contrasting with my black dress. We both had our hair up and each of us left a little wisp of hair hanging down on opposite sides of our head. She wore her white pearl choker. I had on my collar until further orders were given. We were going to make our Master proud that night. But that is another story. *Part 2 is coming soon.*

1:23 Ch. 07

Harriet Kono sat in her lab frantically twisting the ends of her long dark hair. For the second time this year she had lost control of her cerebral enhancer project. She blamed unknown variables in the new software and the unfamiliar and strangely alien hardware that was thrust on her by Imperial Corporation. But mostly she blamed Kent Orlando. "You and your lolo sexual fantasies," she mumbled looking at him laid out on the adjustable hospital bed with the 2.0 version of her cerebral enhancer on his head. "Not Cerebral Enhancer, Brain Tube," she said in a mocking male voice. Kent had dubbed the device the Brain Tube because he had trouble remembering Cerebral Enhancer. "Idiot jock," she said to his inert form. But she had to admit that Brain Tube WAS catchier. As much as she wanted to yank the Brain Tube off Kent's head to end this nightmare, she didn't dare. Last time she did that the subject went literally crazy. She had no choice but to ride this out and wait for Kent to remove the helmet on his own. She had rushed to get to the second trial and was now paying the price for her impatience. But she knew how Imperial Corporation worked. They undoubtedly had others working on similar projects. She wasn't about to let someone else beat her to the finish line. She made a note on her I-pad in the folder unimaginably named 1:23 the time in the afternoon when she had started her experiment with Kent. That was barely three hours ago yet it felt like she has been dealing with this for weeks. Her tired eyes went to her ex boyfriend Donny Stevens stretched out on a Lay-z-boy wearing the advanced auxiliary helmet connected to Kent's helmet by several slim wires and a coaxial cable. Donny had popped in on her in the middle of her disaster with Kent. Kent and Donny were best friends going way back so Harriet came up with the brilliant idea to send Donny in to talk Kent into removing his helmet. "What was I thinking sending this idiot in?" she said. Her hope of staying in contact with Donny had failed from the start. Panic set in and she itched to pull the auxiliary helmet off his head. She was pretty sure she could yank the thing off Donny's head without dire consequences. She didn't do it though, she had to allow him time to succeed. TIME itself was a problem in the Brain Tube world. Her last trip in with the auxiliary helmet took her nearly twenty four hours Brain Tube time to hook up with Kent. In the real world only eleven minutes had lapsed. She made a note that Donny had been under for ten minutes and that it added up to about a day in the helmet. The time problem was insignificant compared to the hyper sexual experiences the Brain Tube created with a user. For reasons outside Harriet's control, her device focused in on the part of the brain that dealt with sexual arousal. She had hoped that the auxiliary helmet would be different. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Like the Brain Tube, the auxiliary helmet had triggered her darkest sexual desires. In combination with Kent Orlando's sexual visions, it was impossible for her to function in the world of the helmet. She hoped that Donny was fairing better. "Gotta be a way to preempt the sex stuff," she said aloud as she sat at her work table to solder contacts on the newest version of the Brain Tube. It was two thirds smaller than the one currently on Kent's head and totally wireless. Her laptop beeped. It was the KHT program reporting in with updates. \*One percent of the Alice Mihara problem still remained. \*Twenty percent of the Kent Orlando constructs deleted. \*Do you want to Purge/fold/Harriet/Kono? That last part made her frown. She clicked show details. The file was created before her first test with Alice Mihara. She couldn't recall creating this fold thing or why her name was attached to it? She hated loose ends so clicked YES to purge. Her cell phone vibrated on her work table making her yelp. She looked at the incoming call. It was Imperial Corp headquarters. "Not now," she moaned but knew she couldn't ignore a call from the people signing her fat paychecks. She picked up the phone and said in her best professional voice, "This is Harriet Kono, how may I help you?" "Hello Harriet, this is Lee Imperial. How are you doing?" "Mr. Imperial?" Harriet asked aghast nearly choking on her words. Lee Imperial was her boss. Hell he was EVERYBODY'S boss. Lee Imperial was Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and Mark Zukerberg all rolled into one. Mr. Imperial's ambition to be the first successful private space faring company was nearly realized. His man to Mars mission was just a year away from launch. She had never met him face to face. He called her only once on the phone six months ago after the fiasco with Alice Mihara. He had asked a couple of questions but didn't seem overly upset at her failure. Still, she had sensed his disappointment with her. Paranoia set in. Somehow he KNOWS I'm screwing up again! "I've been hearing some interesting things about you and your Cerebral Enhancer," Imperil said in his deep baritone. He sounded like the actor George Takei. "We call it the Brain Tube now," she said and cringed for correcting the smartest and riches man on the planet with such an insipid detail. "Catchy, I like it," Imperial said. "How is your cousin Alice Mihara doing?" "Um ... fine," she said automatically even though she hadn't seen or spoken to Alice since the first test run of the Brain Tube months ago. "I hear you are starting with a new subject?" he asked casually. "Yes, I'm in the middle of that right now," Harriet said doing her best to sound calm. "I won't take up your precious time," he said. "I'm looking forward to your report, Harriet. The team heads say you are an exceptional technician." "Thank you Mr. Imperial." "Please call me Lee. I will look forward to your report." He hung up. Harriet put down the phone and looked at Kent Orlando and Donny Stevens laid out with the Brain Tube head gear. Her heart sank knowing that her future depended on a dumb jock and his stoner best friend both from the same stupid hick town named Byle. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "This is Harriet's fold?" Kent Orlando of Byle Ohio, asked giving the innocuous revolving door a dubious look. He had entered a similar door at the start of his adventures in the world of the Brain Tube. At the time he didn't realize that he had entered into Harriet Kono's fold. The door was fixed into a gray rock wall that seem to go on forever to the right and left and more than a hundred feet up above their heads. The last time Kent had entered into Harriet's fold he was nearly killed by Alice Mihara. That same Alice now stood along side him. According to River Tam, Alice was a left over echo of the REAL Alice Mihara, the first Brain Tube test subject. Also with him were three women conjured up by the Brain Tube from his base sexual fantasies. First Nefertiti Ulmat, the cute Filipino teacher's assistant from his anthropology class, next was the sexy Natasha Romanoff of Avengers fame and finally, the beautiful mysterious Yukio from the X-men movies. "We have to find Donny Stevens," Yukio said. "Donny was eaten by a giant evil clown," Kent said to the slim Asian girl armed with samurai swords, her hair was a bright candy apple red. She wore khaki tights, black boots and a snug black sweater. "THAT was the Donny of this world, I'm referring to the Donny from your world," Yukio said. "No way, the dude is in Ohio not here in Honolulu," Kent insisted. "I assure you that he is here and is using the auxiliary helmet," Yukio said. "He is our best path to Harriet." "We are at the back entrance to Harriet's fold. Donny is waiting at the other end," Natasha Romanoff said. "We're gonna have to cross the fold to get to him." "Can't I just call up another magic door?" Kent asked. "They're unpredictable," Alice said. "We could find ourselves in the middle of Kate's horde next time." "Kate's a smart monster," Natasha said. "She's probably figured out the summoned door thing already. She'll be watching out for them from here on out." Natasha drew her two side arms and gave them a serious once over. Her hair was a more natural red than Yukio's cartoon shade. She wore her classic leather form fitting top, puffy green camouflage pants and old army boots. Everything below the waist was borrowed from the crew of the Serenity. Natasha and Yukio had showed up on the scene bottomless. "Why the guns?" Kent asked. "You made it sound like this is a safe place to be?" "Safe from Kate and her murdering legions," Natasha said as she took stock of her ammo. "In general, Harriet's fold is a dangerous place." "Harriet isn't here to keep the place under relative peace," Neffie said. "Her base emotions in the form of the killer clowns have taken control and her sexual fantasies are running unchecked." "That accounts for the weird bottomless crap I had to deal with," Yukio said. "Be glad that's the worst that happened to you," Natasha said. "Everyone take stock of your weapons. We may have to fight our way to the other end to get to Donny." Alice had an energy rifle from the Serenity with one full charge. Neffie was armed with her Dirty Harry handgun. Kent's only weapon was a crowbar he named Russel. Yukio of course had her swords. "Kent's fold is under attack," Neffie said. "We need him to keep it standing." "Yukio and I will go get Donny," Natasha said. "Kent, protect your fold. Take Alice and Neffie. We'll come find you when we find Donny." Yukio and Natasha went to the revolving door. "Lose the bottom first," Natasha said as she kicked off her army boots. Yukio rolled her eyes. "Can't we just shoot and hack our way through those creepy clowns?" "There are thousands of them," Natasha said as she dropped her pants. Kent did his best not to ogle their naked asses and dark pubes. The bottomless sirens pushed through the revolving door leading to Harriet Kono's dark inner mind. "Um now what?" Kent asked. "We find the part of your fold still holding strong against Kate and her fucked up legion," Alice said. "I'll call in some of my feelers," Neffie said. She holstered her big gun and pulled out her cell phone. Kent eyed the cute Filipino girl in her jeans as she walked away to make her calls. "She is one handy chick to have around," Kent said. "She's a great friend," Alice agreed. After a long silence, Kent asked Alice, "What did River Tam mean when she called you a Batu?" "I have no idea," Alice said. "She said that you need to discover what you are," Kent went on. "I REALLY don't wanna have this conversation right now," Alice said with her hackles up. "Sorry," Kent said quickly backing off. The chick was on the cute petite side but Kent had seen her turn into a killing giant once before. She claimed she couldn't do that anymore since her so called fold had been destroyed by Kate and her legion. Neffie walked back. "I got us a ride to the center of the resistance," Neffie said. "It's an old friend of yours, Alice." "A Kent version of someone I know?" Alice asked. "No, she's from your fold," Neffie said. "She's a crossover like me. She was in Kent's fold when Kate attacked." The distinct clopping of horse hooves on hard stone came their way. A woman riding a horse and leading several other riderless horses came their way from down the long stoney path. "Who do I know rides a horse?" Alice asked Nefertiti. "Ya know nothing, Alice Mihara," shouted the rider from a distance. Alice whooped and broke into a run to meet the rider. "One of my fantasies?" Kent asked. "Ygritte from Game of Thrones," Neffie said. "Lucky for her You've had a lot of dirty fantasies about her lately. My favorite is when she had you tied up in a snow cave and she peed all over your—" "Got it," Kent said. "Does she ... um ... know that she's a ..." "A sexual fantasy?" Neffie finished for him. "Yes she does." "She'd kind of a tough chick," Kent said worried. "Will she resent that?" "She'll probably cut your throat first chance she gets," Neffie said offhandedly. Kent swallowed hard and rubbed at his tender neck. Neffie laughed. "We all know what we are. Remember Theodora and the crew of the serenity? They took it in stride." "Yeah," he said. His dick responded predictably recalling resent events. Neffie giggled and said, " I know where you went. Better put Mr. Happy away for I'm sure that horseback riding and erections are a bad mix." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Harriet is curious about your progress," the new messenger avatar in the form of the controversial porn star Sasha Grey said in a pleasing sexy voice. "Okay ..." Donny Stevens, self proclaimed stoner from Byle, Ohio said. He stood a few feet away from Sasha. When she took a step toward him he jumped back. "You seem suspicious?" Sasha asked. "I was warned that this place can fuck with your head," Donny said. "No head fucking, I promise," Sasha said crossing her heart giving him a cute sexy smile. "How do I know that you aren't part of Kate's horde?" Donny asked. Just a couple of hours ago, Donny was nearly given the kiss of death by Kate the killer program impersonating Storm from the X-men. "If I were one of Kate's horde you would already be dead," Sasha said pleasantly. "Good point," Donny said. "So ... what does Harriet wanna know?" "First of all," Sasha said, "are you keeping to the mission of finding Kent? And due to the highly sexual nature of the Brain Tube, she also wants to know if you are literally fucking around?" He thought of the outrageous scene with Phoebe, Rachel and Monica from the old 'Friends' TV series just a little while ago. That was certainly fucking around but it DID get him a LITTLE closer to finding Kent. "Staying on mission," he said. "I have um ... helpers out looking for Kent as we speak. I'm waiting for them to get back to me." "I shall relay that to Harriet," Sasha said. She closed her eyes and stood still. Donny took the moment to eye her up. Like the real Sasha Grey, she was slim and gorgeous. She wore a tight red top and skinny jeans. All the porn movies he had seen with Sasha Grey filed through his head. Sasha blinked opened her exotic eyes. He always wondered if she had some Asian in her. "Odd," she said. "I can't get through to Harriet." She frowned and looked off in the distance. Donny followed her gaze but saw nothing but the long rocky path. "Kate has gotten audacious. She is coming here looking for you." "What?" Donny asked in a panic. "But I thought I was safe here in Harriet's fold?" "You are just outside her fold so not privy to her full protection. But still, getting this close is very daring. I suggest that you go inside." "But the Avengers chick Natasha told me to stay out here?" Donny said. Mostly, he was afraid to face the killer clowns that ran the show in Harriet's fold. Lighting flashed way down the stone path, seconds later, thunder rumbled. "She is coming," Sasha said. Red fiery bursts lit up the distance. "Odd ... she is in the form of a character from Tolkien," Sasha said. "A belrog I think?" "No way!" Donny yelled. He had joked about a belrog with Yukio not long ago. A vague human shape raced at them fast. And it was big ... REAL big! The thing let out a deafening roar. A sudden rush of hot wind stirred Donny's hair. The wind smelled of charred hair with a background of burnt animal guts. "Fuck me!" Donny yelled and rushed through the revolving doors and stumbled into an office setting with cold florescent lighting overhead. His heart slammed hard in his chest as he looked around. This wasn't the same spot he had exited only minutes ago although it was the same door he had passed through. Close by was a desk manned by a security guard in black. Beyond the desk was a ubiquitous metal detector that lead to more office space beyond. A cheesy Muzak version of The Miracles' Tears of a Clown' filled the air. It was all so ordinary. The only flaw was the hideous rubber clown mask the guard wore. No ... not a mask he corrected. It was the dude's actual face. Sasha stood at Donny's side but he didn't recall her entering the revolving door with him. "My he's an ugly one," Sasha said looking at the clown. "Hello Ms. Grey," the clown said blandly. Donny squirmed. Insulting the clowns seemed like a bad idea. "Welcome back Mr. Stevens," the clown guard said with a pointy tooth grin just for him. He reached into his desk and handed Donny a plastic identification tag with his name written in jittery black, Sharpie marker. Smiley face stickers flanked his name. Donny clipped it on with no question. "Hello Lovecraft," Sasha said to the clown. "Escorting or dropping off?" Lovecraft the nightmare clown asked Sasha. "I'm Virgil today," she said giving the clown a warm smile. Lovecraft handed her a identification tag too. "This is a bottomless area Ms. Grey." The clown said in a tone like he expected trouble from her. "As Harriet's new number one avatar I am exempt from floor rules," Sasha said as she pinned her name tag over her left breast. Daisy stickers flanked her name. "Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said sounding like a cop about to lose his patients. "The rules have been set up by—" "No one," Sasha said cutting him off. Stop fucking with the clown Donny wanted to say. Sasha continued. "This place is running on impulse. The rules are arbitrary and you know it." "Oh my god," Donny whispered as literal steam poured out of the ears and nostrils of Lovecraft the clown. "Besides," Sasha said undaunted, "you have one of Kate's legion in the form of a Tolkien monster right out side the door." "You are mistaken," Lovecraft said. "KHT wouldn't dare come near here." Seated in his groaning office chair, Lovecraft wheeled himself over to a bank of security monitor screens. On one of the monitors a fiery monster, mouth agape, eyes burning filled the screen. "How dare she!" Lovecraft bellowed. The clown picked up a phone and put it to his ear. "Barker! Get Straub and King and come to entry CC37! Code nine-o-nine, stat!" he slammed down the phone. Lovecraft lifted his considerable bulk from his seat, he was near seven feet tall standing. He went to a nearby cabinet, pulled out a gun belt, put it around his big waist then pulled out an ugly gnarly sword that would make an orc chieftain proud. Three other ugly clown guards stepped through a door that Donny was sure wasn't there a couple of seconds ago. The guards carried big shotguns along with swords strapped to their backs. "We will continue this conversation another time, Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said as he lead his cronies to the revolving door. "I'll look forward to it," Sasha called after him with her winning warm smile. Donny looked at the security monitor showing the four clowns facing the belrog from several different angles. The clowns were the size of puppies compared to Tolkien's monster. "Those guys are toast," Donny said. "Never underestimate Harriet's clowns," Sasha said. "Come, I'll give you a tour of the facilities." She took his arm and lead him down the ordinary looking office hallway lined with doors. "This place is what you guys call a fold right?" Donny asked eying up the doors. "Yes, it is a mental reflection of Harriet Kono's desires," Sasha said. "But don't think that this is just a dream or fantasy. This place is real and very deadly." "But not for me," Donny said confidant that it was game over and back to his life the moment he took off the helmet. "I wouldn't be so sure," Sasha said. "Something bad happened to the first person to use the Brain Tube." "What you mean?" Donny asked startled. "Alice Mihara's behavior was altered according to Harriet's notes." "The Alice chick went mental after using the Brain Tube?" Donny asked shocked. "Yes, according to the first draft of Harriet's report to Imperial Corporation. She delete that bit of information in the final draft." "But Harriet said this was safe?" "Clearly she withheld information to garner your help." "That's the main reason I broke up with her. She was always hording secrets like Golem and his fucking precious." He quickly looked around to see if the creepy little freak would appear like the belrog had. "I'm taking the helmet off right now and having it out with her!" "Your friend Kent may need your help soon," Sasha said. "If you remove the helmet no telling how much time will pass before you can return." "Fuck that!" Donny said. "I'm yanking the Brain Tube shit off his head too before his brain cooks!" "That would be unwise," Sasha said. "It was the sudden removal of the helmet that caused the behavioral dysfunction with Alice." "Whoa! If I take off the helmet like right now I could go mental too?" Donny asked. "That is definite with Kent but Harriet fixed that glitch with the auxiliary helmet ... in theory." "IN THEORY?" Donny yelled. "Sudden removal of the auxiliary helmet has not been tested yet," Sasha said. "HARRIET!" Donny yelled at the ceiling. "Get me out of here without fucking my head up!" "Her communication program has failed," Sasha said. "The time difference is too hard to overcome." "What am I suppose to do?" Donny asked perplexed. "Wait for Harriet to find a way to make contact or find your friend Kent Orlando and bring him to heel like Harriet wants. Either way it's a waiting game." "Sounds simple," Donny said. "In the mean time all I have to do is avoid a demon belrog, thousands of flesh eating uglies loyal to Kate and a host of fucked up horror movie clowns who would like to pull my beating heart from my chest." "At least you are in good company," Sasha said giving him a dazzling smile. "Come, I'll give you a tour of Harriet's interesting mind," Sasha took his arm and steered him down the long office hall lined with doors. "What about the clowns?" Donny asked looking back at the revolving door. He could see flashes of fire through the glass on the other side. "They'll be busy with Kate for now." "What are all these doors?" Donny asked of the long hall. "Harriet's fantasies and dirty secrets," Sasha said. "Behind everyone of these doors is something Harriet is into?" "Yes." "Are all folds like this?" Donny asked as they passed a door marked SHAMEFUL UNDERWEAR followed by BOTTOMLESS IN A PUBLIC POOL. He tried the knob to the latter but it was locked. "No. Harriet is ashamed of her sexual side. She compartmentalizes then hides things behind locked doors." Sasha said. "Other folds are different. Alice Mihara's fold was a forest landscape right out of a European fairytale before it was destroyed. Kent Orlando's is a city scape with the Honolulu University campus at the northern edge. Kate has destroyed the campus and is attacking the rest of Kent's fold as we speak. Nefertiti Ulamat's fold is a beautiful and heavily fortified castle. For some reason, Kate hasn't got to her fold yet even though she's on the hit list too." Donny stopped at a door marked THE MATRIX and rattled the knob. "Too bad they're all locked," he said. "Be fun to see what's behind this one." "I'm her new messenger avatar, I got the keys," Sasha said. "But I suggest we stay away from THAT particular door." "What about this one?" Donny asked pointing at a door marked ICE QUEEN. "Sounds safer," Sasha said with a shrug. She produced a big set of keys from nowhere, sorted through them, inserted a key into the lock and opened the door. Like in a surrealist painting, it opened up in thin air onto a forest landscape. "Whoa," Donny said, stepping though the door. "It's like we're in a Disney animated movie." He walked over to a nearby tree that appeared to be a maple. Close up the tree trunk sparkled with unexpected detail. "Awesome," he whispered as he ran his ringers along the cartoon trunk. Like he was stoned, he found the back of his hand irresistibly fascinating. "Whoa, I'm animated too. Is this computer generated?" Sasha laughed. "Silly, this entire universe is computer generated." "Oh yeah, the helmet ... right." "Have you ever considered that the world you come from is computer generated too?" Sasha asked. "I'm from the real world," Donny said automatically as he stared at his palm. "So you say," Sasha said. "I've studied your world on line. Competitive eating? Lacrosse? Endless cat videos? Lite beer? Donald Trump? It seems too bizarre to be truly real don't you think?" "If you reduce it to THOSE heinous details, sure pretty bizarre," Donny conceded. He looked away from his hand at Sasha. "Noway," he said in awe. She had turned into an Disney version of the beautiful ex-porn star. She still wore her red top and jeans but her figure was a pleasing but slightly exaggerated hourglass shape. Her hair was raven black with dark blue highlights and her brown eyed were unnaturally huge although still with that Asian flare in her cute and beautiful cartoon face. "You are totally hot animated," he said. Sasha laughed. "You're not bad yourself." He did a classic muscle man pose and glanced at his biceps. "Look at me, I'm buff!" A sudden cool breeze made him shiver. "Is it getting cold?" he asked. "Yes," Sasha said hugging herself. Donny marveled at a sight he knew he'd NEVER see in a Disney animation feature, Sasha's nipples stiffening under her clinging red top. Snowflakes started to fall around them. "Is winter kicking in?" Donny asked trembling in his t-shirt and surfer shorts. He was dressed for balmy Honolulu not this. "It appears so," Sasha said shivering too. Snow clung to her hair and dusting her shoulders. "Who are you?," came a voice from a crop of trees nearby. Donny turned and saw a silhouetted figure with large luminous blue eyes looking out at him from the shadows. The eyes blinked several times then the figure stepped into the light of the clearing. Donny's own animated eyes widened. "Queen Elsa?" he whispered. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Where are we going?" Kent asked Ygritte the wilding woman from the popular HBO series. He clopped along side her on a gray spotted horse. They had left the stony canyon a long time ago and journeyed through an endless grass plain. "To the battlefield," Ygritte said patting the neck of her sleek brown horse that looked fast and fit. Kent waited for her to elaborate. She didn't. "Um ... what is this battlefield?" he asked. "This is your fold Kent Orlando ... you tell me," Ygritte said in her accented English. He recalled that the actress who played the part was Scottish. "I have no idea—" "Ya know nothing Kent Orlando," Ygritte said with a microscopic smile turning up one side of her mouth. "DON'T get her started on that," Alice warned from behind them. Alice rode a black stallion that seemed annoyed at the slow pace the party was taking. Kent totally sympathized with the horse. He felt they were moving agonizingly slow too. "Where did you get these beautiful horses?" Neffie asked as she scratched the neck of her white feisty pony. "Ambushed a group of Dothraki riders that strayed too close to wilding territory," Ygritte said. Kent frowned. "Dothraki and wildings were nowhere near each other on the map," Kent said recalling the iconic opening credits to the HBO series. Alice rolled her eyes. Neffie giggled and said, "She's setting you up." "For what?" Kent asked. "For this," Alice said. "YA KNOW NOTHING KENT ORLANDO!" Ygritte shouted. She laughed and kicked her horse into a run. Alice charged after her. "What's this battlefield?" Kent asked Neffie. "That's what Ygritte calls it. It's the surviving remnants of your fold converging for one last stand against Kate." "Who the fuck is this Kate?" Kent asked. "And why does she want to destroy my fold?" "She is an Imperial Corp purge program called the Killer Hive Tracker or KHT for short. "KHT?" Kent mused. "Oh I get it! KHT Kate. Neffie nodded. "Harriet launched it to kill Alice and now it's after you." "Charming," Kent said. He watched Alice and Ygritte galloping up ahead. "Those two seem pretty tight." "They've done a lot together," Neffie said. "Until I found Ygritte I was the only survivor from her fold." "So Ygritte was a sexual fantasy of Alice?" Kent asked. "No she's mine," Neffie said. Kent gave her a surprised look. He wondered if the real Neffie was into girls too. "Wait a minute? How can she be yours? You just said that she was from Alice's fold?" "Yeah, but I was the one who conjured her," Neffie said. "That's when I first found out I was Batu. I didn't have a fold at the time so she became part of Alice's." "Batu?" Kent asked. "That's what River called Alice. What's a Batu." "Acronym for Binary Artificial Tech Unit." "Like you?" "Yes," Neffie said. "But poor Alice has convinced herself that she was once human now turned into a computer program. But it's the other way around and she doesn't want to face that." "Swamp thing," Kent said. "What?" Neffie asked. "Swamp Thing, DC comic book character," Kent explained. "The Swamp Thing was the classic comic book creation. A man is doused with fucked up chemicals in a swamp and comes back to life part man part plant. Years later a writer named Allen Moore took over the book and he up ended the origin story." Neffie closed her eyes as they rode. Kent had seen her do that a couple of times before. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Going on line to read the Swamp Thing," she said eyes still closed. "You can do that?" "Yes." "Could I do it?" Kent asked. "Probably," Neffie said. "I wouldn't try it though. You'd only get lost." She opened her eyes. "For years the Swamp Thing thought he was a man pretending to be a plant." Kent nodded. "Then he found out from some government research file that he was a PLANT pretending to be a man." "Freaked him out," Neffie said. "He totally fucked up the people who kept his true identity from him," Kent said. After a few seconds of quiet Kent asked, "You think Alice will flip when she finds out what she is?" "I think she knows what she is," Neffie said. "But denial is a powerful drug." Alice and Ygritte came trotting back toward Neffie and Kent. "Why are we clopping around with these horses?" Kent asked voicing his restlessness. "Why don't I conjure up a jeep 4x4 or better yet a jet?" "Kate is looking for something overt like that," Neffie said. "Lucky for us she has no imagination and won't be watching for a group of people crawling along on horse back." "We camp at a gully up ahead," Ygritte said. "Um ... I feel like we should get to the battlefield quicker," Kent said. "Time is different here," Neffie said. "We'll get there with plenty to spare." Neffie, Alice and Ygritte unpacked the horses. Kent tried to help but only got in the way. "I could conjure up something to eat?" Kent said really wanting to help. "That would be helpful," Neffie said. "He better not," Alice said. "Kate is watching. If she senses Kent she'll send the hoard." Ygritte got her bow. "I'll see if I can get us an unlucky rabbit. Maybe a few quail eggs too." "Let's try something easier," Neffie said. "Kent? Any sexual fantasies related to food?" Kent frowned he could only think of one. It was kind of obscure not to mention embarrassing. "Nothing comes to mind," he lied. "Get wood for a fire," Ygritte said. Kent walked around looking for bits of wood in the dry gully. He stopped at a gnarly tree growing out of the wall. This was clearly a gully near Lake Oliver back in Ohio. It didn't surprise him that the place looked familiar since all of this was created from his memories and experiences. With his arms full of deadwood he headed back to the established camp. "Someone is coming," Ygritte said looking out in the open grass plain with bow in hand. Kent dropped the wood and looked too. "Is it Kate?" he asked worried. "Don't know," Alice said. In the fading light Kent barely made out a lone rider on horse back. Everyone drew weapon's. "One of Kate's beasts?" Ygritte asked. "More likely someone heading to the battlefield," Alice said. "Who are you rider?" Ygritte called out. She had an arrow notched. The rider grew closer. Ygritte's bowstring tightened with a crackly leather squeak. "I hear you all are hungry?" came a pleasant female voice. "It's dinner!" Neffie said exhaling. The rider drew close enough to see. Kent sighed. "It's the the chick from the Wendy's commercials." One night over beers he and Donny confessed about women from commercials they would like to fuck. It was just that one time yet here she was real and solid in the world of the Brain Tube. With Donny it had been a tossup with the big tits Verizon girl or the AT&T pink chick. "Love your hair," Ygritte said. "Born of fire. Call me Red," the perky fat food TV symbol. said "Really?" Alice asked Kent. "You have sexual fantasies about the girl in the Wendy's commercials?" "Be glad he does," Red said as she hopped off her ride which turned out to be a donkey and not a horse. She wore blue stretchy pants and a simple white top. At least he she was dressed, Kent thought with relief. From saddlebags Red handed out paper bags filled with hot burgers and fries. From nowhere she produced a tray with large sodas. "Smells so good," Ygritte said as she dug out a burger, tore away the paper and took a big bite. "The Gods be praised!" she said with a full mouth. "Beats wild rabbit and quail eggs," Alice said with a full mouth. "So ..." Neffie said to the bubbly redhead around a bite of burger,, "what exactly ARE Kent's fantasy with you?" Red gave a thoughtful look. "The asiago cheese and—" "Any chicken sandwiches in the bags?" Kent asked cutting off the conversation. "I want to hear this," Neffie said. "I thing Kent doesn't wants me to talk about the asiago cheese thing," Red said tentatively biting her lower lip. "Can I bring up the milkshake and chili thing?" "Curly fries?" Kent asked digging through the bag. "Do we have curly fries?" "There was the time I teamed up with that nice girl from T-Mobile on her cute pink motorcycle and we hooked up with that busty Verizon girl. We stripped Kent naked then he laid out for a female bukkake—" "That's was Donny's fantasy not mine!" Kent yelled cutting her off. "No ..." Red said thoughtfully. "I'm SURE that was you." "I could be wrong," Ygritte said with a mouth full of junk food. "Maybe ya DO know something Kent Orlando." The women had a good laugh at Kent's expense. When all the food was distributed, the Wendy's girl mounted her donkey. "Meet you all at the battlefield," she said as she trotted off into the night. "Asiago!" she shouted somewhere out in the darkness. "What exactly DID you do with asiago cheese?" Neffie asked. Kent didn't bother answering as he chewed on a bacon double cheeseburger. The women laughed at him some more. After the meal they settled around a big campfire made with the gathered wood. Alice lay on her side with her head in Neffie's lap. Neffie messed with her hair weaving it into a complicated pleat. Ygritte sat cross legged slurping the last of her soda on the opposite side of the fire from Kent. "This is nectar of the gods," she said. Kent handed her his half finished drink. She gladly took it. He studied her in the fire light. She was the spitting image of the The Game of Thrones character accent and all. Hell in a way she WAS Ygritte from the HBO series. She was dressed in suede leather from top to bottom like a Native American "I know nothing," Kent readily admitted. "But what do YOU know?" Ygritte looked at her cup of soda, let out a hardy burp then said, "I know that this courtly nectar is not from the wilding side of the Wall." She gave a crooked smile. "I know that I am a free woman. I hold no allegiance to honey born Kings or Queens." "You still seeing Jon Snow?" Kent asked offhandedly. Her smile faded quickly and her face clouded. After a short silence she got up and walked away from the fire into the dark. "Guess I stepped in it huh?" Kent said sheepishly. "The people of the helmet are very complicated entities," Neffie said as she secured the ends of Alice's hair with a leather tie she got from Ygritte. "Many have lived complete lives some have even died ... like Ygritte. Kind of messes with your head." "How does she feel about being here now ... you know in the world of the helmet?" Kent asked. "She's had time to adjust and to accept what she is. Not all entities make the adjustment though. Maximus the gladiator guy was a total mess." "Oh god don't bring HIM up," Alice said. "He refused to accept what he was and went a little nuts. I really felt bad for him." "He nearly killed you, Neffie," Alice said. "If Legolas hadn't put three arrows in him he would have cut you in half like a roast chicken at the Stonehenge feast." "The what feast?" Kent asked. "The Stonehenge feast," Neffie said. "It's like our Christmas here in the helmet. Anyway, not everyone adjusts," Neffie said. "You clearly have," Kent said. "I'm different form your standard fantasy," Neffie said, "I'm based on an existing person that Alice and you knew. Unlike a fictional character with preexisting parameters, I was allowed to fill in gaps on my own from the start. In time, a preexisting entity will do that too." "I though I had you down pretty good?" Alice said. "Ya know nothing Alice Mihara," Neffie said mocking Ygritte's accent. "Ass hole," Alice said. "Anyway," Kent said. "Sorry for upsetting Ygritte. "She's a little bit of a drama queen," Alice said playing with her new hairdo. She looked like a Greek warrior with her long hair pleated. "You should go to her," Neffie said to Kent. "I suck at this kind of thing," Kent said. "Alice should go since they're friends." "Alice will just piss her off even more. Go," Neffie insisted. Reluctantly, Kent got up and walked away from the fire into the darkness. It didn't take him long to stumble over something. "You swag like a fat mammoth baby," Ygritte said from somewhere in the darkness. "I'm a city boy at heart," Kent said. He spun in a slow circle trying to locate her voice. "Sorry for my rudeness," she said. "Jon Snow is a subject that I can't clear my head of." "No biggie," he said. He honed in on her voice and was positive he was facing her. He let out an unmanly yelp when a hand touched his back. "They wouldn't have ya on the Night Watch," Ygritte said as her arms slipped around his chest from behind. "What's ya world like Kent Orlando?" she asked in a whisper. "I'm a second string basketball player at a sub division collage in the middle of the Pacific. Not as interesting as the one you're from," he said. "By interesting ya mean death and senseless cruelty?" Kent shrugged having no answer to that. "I spoke to others who have met you Kent Orlando. They say you're an idiot but brave and loyal." "Um ... thanks for the stirring review," Kent said. She turned him around to face her, that's when he discovered that she was naked. "Interesting," Kent said. "Am I interrupting?" came a soft voice from the darkness. "Yes you are queen of the great river," Ygritte said sounding a little annoyed. "That would be the Nile," Neffie said. "I'm naked and have plans don't you know?" Ygritte said. "Why didn't you say so?" Neffie said. Although he could hardly see a thing, Kent knew that Neffie was stripping down. "Man! I wish there was some light," he said. "Be careful of wishin'" Ygritte said. "In this world they too often come true." "I have someplace we can go," Neffie said. A rectangle of light appeared. Neffie had conjecture a door to somewhere. "This leads to my fold," Neffie said. "I that it was destroyed after the Serenity rescue?" Kent said. "That was a decoy. My fold is safe and sound." "Isn't that Kate bitch going to smell this?" Ygritte asked shielding her eyes from the sudden light. "I found the perfect hiding spot," Neffie assured her. Kent's eyes drank in the naked bodies of the two women nicely displayed by the light of the summoned door. Ygritte was pale and slim with pleasing high end A-cups, a nice waist, delightful hips, a dark red patch of hair adorned her pubic mound. Neffie was slimmer, with medium dark skin, smaller breasts, her pubes jet black. "Come on in." she opened the door. They stepped into a large lit living room decorated somewhere between an Egyptian temple and a modern plush living room with a hint of video arcade. "Welcome to my abode," Neffie said, holding her arms out and spinning in a circle looking outstanding doing it naked. "Where is the fool's ball table!" Ygritte asked totally excited. "Foosball," Neffie corrected with a roll of her eyes. "Of all the miracles of modern living I have to offer and it's Foosball you ask about?" "I could use more of that sobo drink too?" Ygritte said. "Soda," Neffie corrected. She headed in the direction of her kitchen. "I love that cleaver table game," Ygritte said as she charged over to the Foosball table near a large curtained window. "Come Kent Orlando prove you are worthy!" She spun two rows of players violently. "Um ... do we have time?" Kent asked. As pleasant as it was being in the company of the naked beauties, the coming confrontation with Kate weighed heavily on him. Playing Foosball was the last thing on his mind. "In the world of the Brain Tube time is tangential," Neffie said from the kitchen. Kent stared at her blankly. "Digressive? Irrelevant? Nonlinear? "As reliable as a Queen a Lannister promise," Ygritte added. "I thought that Kate was hunting for your fold too?" Kent asked. "As long as your fold holds out, Kate will never find my house. But the moment you fall this place is doomed," Neffie said. "Great ... no pressure," Kent said, "We on the wilding edge of Kent's world?" Ygritte asked. As she dropped the little white ball through the slot and watched it roll about the playing field of the Foosball table. "We're not in Kent's fold at all," Neffie said. "Harriet's?" Kent asked. "Alice's" Neffie said as approached with a bottle of Dr. Pepper and two bottles of Bud Lite lime. "You daft girl??" Ygritte asked. "There is NO Alice fold anymore. "Yes there is," Neffie said, "It just lifeless is all." Neffie handed out the drinks then went to the drawn curtain near the Foosball table and pulled it aside. Outside the window was a bleak apocalyptic landscape occupied by thousands of Kate's ugly minions going all the way out to the distant horizon. Just off in the near distance was the Stonehenge faery ring. "Cersei tits," Ygritte whispered. "We are so fucked," Kent whispered. "We're safe," Neffie said. "Those guys are too stupid to see us. Like I said before, Kate has no imagination. It would never occur to her to look for me at the center of Alice's dead world. But Kent is right, this place is fucked if his fold falls." She sipped her beer. Kent took it upon himself to close the curtain. The scene outside the window looked too much like a scene from that hellish Hieronymus Bosch painting. "Come Kent Orlando play the fools ball with me," Ygritte said. "Hell on earth is just outside these walls and you wanna play Foosball?" Kent asked nonplussed. "Only a fool wants to live forever," Ygritte said. "Or a fools ball player," Kent quipped "Relax, we're safe for now," Neffie said. "Game on," Kent said totally unconvinced. Ygritte scored a slamming goal on him two seconds after the serve. "I wasn't ready," Kent complained as he took firmer hold of the playing handles on his side of the table. She scored on him the second time just as easily. On the third set he manged to score on her after a long volley. Did it again on the forth serve. "Finally a worthy opponent,"Ygritte said breathing hard from exertion. The rise and fall of her milky A-cup chest proved too much of a distraction and she went ahead on the next serve. Kent stamped down his libido just long enough to score two more times on her. Ygritte took a long draw on her soda then asked, "Care to wager on the win?" "Like money?" Kent asked. "Nothing so base," Ygritte said. "The loser has to stick his tongue deep up the winners arse." His interest spiked at the thought of redheaded Ygritte's wilding warm tongue up his neither region. "You're on," he said. "I should warn you that she beat Thor at this game," Alice said suddenly among them. "Saw the door and thought I'd see what Neffie is up to." She eyed the two naked women. "No need to ask I guess." Alice looked around. "Like what you done with the place. Where is Scarlet Witch and Sue Storm?" "Sent them to the battlefield," Neffie said. "Beer?" "Not that lite crap. Got Kirin?" "Always," Neffie said and got Alice her beer. "Let the contest begin," Alice said raising her beer. Ygritte scored several consecutive unchallenged points on Kent. "Hustled by a medieval lass!" Neffie said as Ygritte slammed home the match point. "One more and I win that wet tongue!" Ygritte said. She was gloriously sweaty and absolutely glowing with excitement. "I"ll give ya a bit of hope Kent Orlando. If you score the next point ya win." Kent nodded. Ygritte put the ball in play. He went after it fast and furious. The satisfying sound of the ball slamming into Ygritte's goal slot made him howl in victory. Then he noticed that she didn't have her hand on her goalie handle. She had LET him win. "Where are you hiding your house exactly?" Alice asked Neffie. Neffie drew the curtain for her. "Jesus Girl! You are fucking crazy," Alice said. "Maybe we can bring your fold back when we get to Harriet?" "Yeah ... maybe," Alice said tearing up as she watched Hate's monsters teaming around Stonehenge like ants. "I'll go back to the gully and keep watch for Natasha and Yukio," Alice said. "Why don't you stay?" Neffie asked. "Not in the mood," Alice said and headed to the door. "I could call someone up that you like?" Neffie said. "Outside you two, everyone I know was killed by Kate?" Alice said. "I could find someone you like from MY fold?" Alice half laughed. "No one is crazy enough to come here with all THAT outside." "I know someone who might," Neffie said. She closed her eyes and seconds later a rhythmic knock came at the door. "Enter," Neffie said. The door slowly drifted open and a cloud of smoke billowed into the space. Seconds later in stepped Keanu Reeves with a cigarette nestled in the corner of his mouth. "Matrix?" Alice asked with raised eyebrows. "Constantine at your service," Keanu said with a gracious bow. "Guess I'll stay," Alice said with mock reluctance. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Donny stared slack jawed at Elsa the Ice Queen from the the popular animated musical. She was dressed in her classic blue outfit from her big coming out scene. Like Sasha, Elsa's nipples were front and enter. Clearly, the FCC had no sway in THIS animated world. "I'm Sasha, Harriet's new avatar," Sasha said to big eyed Elsa. "What happened to Huxtable?" Elsa asked. "Deleted by the killer hive tracker," Sasha said. "Can't say that I'll miss him," Elsa said. "That bird never failed to let me know that HE was Harriet's favorite." Elsa gave Donny a critical once over. "Who is this?" the Ice Queen asked. "Donny Stevens from Harriet's world," Sasha said. "Harriet's world? Truly?" Elsa asked sounding doubtful. "Let down your mind block and allow Elsa to see who you are," Sasha said to Donny. Not quiet sure how to do that, Donny focused in on NOT hearing Everclear's Santa Monica that was constantly running through his head in an endless loop. "Oh my you truly are," Elsa said with raised eyebrows. "Will you take word back to Harriet for me?" "Um, sure," Donny said still in awe at being in the presents of this animated icon. It was like meeting the president or Alice Cooper. "Tell Harriet that the clowns have become unruly and have to go." "Yeah, I will," Donny said. "Do the clowns come here?" Sasha asked. "Not lately," Elsa said. She waved for Sasha and Donny to follow. Donny's eyes studied Elsa's splendid ass in her tight blue dress. "Enjoying the view Mr. Stevens?" Elsa asked with a backward glance over her shoulder. "Um—What?" he stammered. "You are imagining her naked," Sasha said. "Better put your block back up before you get yourself in trouble." "Right, right, right," Donny said as he mentally kicked the song back in gear. The steady fall of snow blanketed the animated world around him in whites tinted blue, pink and purple. Elsa lead them into a clearing populated by ice carvings of people. Because of the building snow, the features of the carvings were indistinct. There were roughly twenty statues in the clearing but several more were scattered among the trees. Elsa dusted off the nearest statue to reveal a detailed ice carving of one of Harriet's killer clowns. "Weird," Donny said. "Why would anyone carve one of THESE uglies?" Two seconds later, the clue bus ran him over. This wasn't a statue it was one of the clowns frozen to death by Elsa. A chill unrelated to the cold ran up Donny's spine. "These were the first two that showed up at my door," Elsa said dusting snow off another iced clown. "They insisted that I obey the new rules of the land that females must expose their bottoms. Needless to say I froze them. A dozen armed clowns showed up the next day with a writ." She let out a a soft girlish laugh. "Why they thought that writing down their foolish rules would impress me was so ludicrous." Elsa raised her arms and a sudden cold wind cleaned off a group of frozen clowns all armed to the teeth with swords and guns. The lead clown was frozen in the act of reading from a scroll. "More followed and I froze them too." Donny gulped as he looked at all the frozen clowns scattered among the trees. "Nettled by the constant interruptions," Elsa continued, "I went to clown headquarters. Believe me when I say that I HATE leaving my realm. I don't like the way I look and feel out there. That aside, I released a blizzard that lasted two months. I haven't seen a clown since." Elsa looked at the clown reading the writ. "I do believe this one is named Koontz?" She gripped the round nose of the frozen clown and broke it off. She laughed that girlish laugh again. "Got your nose," she said playfully then tossed it to Donny and he caught it. A muffled moan come from somewhere. It took a couple of seconds for Donny to realized that moan came from the clown with the writ. "Gnarly," Donny whispered. The clown's eyes suddenly moved rolling his way and he quickly dropped the frozen nose in the snow. Elsa dusted her hands and said, "You're both freezing. Come I'll get you something warm to wear." "Natasha and Yukio will be looking for me. Maybe we should go back to the path?" Donny said still looking at poor frozen Koontz the noseless killer clown. "No need to hurry," animated Sasha said. "I'll sense their arrival. Take in the sights. Enjoy yourself." "Thank you," Donny said not meaning it. This dark version of Elsa was NOTHING like the cute lovable character in the Disney movie and he desperately wanted to be clear of her before she decided to literally froze his ass. Elsa led them through the snowy forest. In spite of his fears, Donny did enjoyed the walk. Over the years he had imagined what it would be like to enter an animated world or video game. But as interesting as the sights were, Elsa and her curvy figure walking ahead drew most of his attention. "Man," he whispered as blood stirred a certain part of his anatomy. Over the years animation features and video games played a big part in Donny's coming of age. Now here he was living an encounter probably dreamed of by a whole generation of young men. They stepped into a clearing dominated by a large house. House was too mild a word though, the thing was a brooding mansion three stories tall right out a Gothic novel. "Huh, I would think your place would be a castle made of ice?" Donny said. "Ice castles are hard to maintain year round," Elsa said. They stepped up to massive double doors made of solid wood. Elsa waved her right hand, a cold wind stirred and one of the doors creaked open. Donny wondered how far he would get if he decided to bolt and run? Not far he guessed and reluctantly stepped into a tiled foyer that opened onto a large common room. "Whoa," he said in classic stoner's awe. The space was grand and open at the center with comfortable sofas and chairs along the edges. Lots of lacy pillows were haphazardly scattered about. At the far end he spied a large king size four post bed, messy and unmade. Light filled the space from high windows. He counted three fireplaces but none of them had fires going. An elaborate staircase lead to the upper floors. "I hardly venture up stairs anymore," Elsa said as she crossed the large room. "Make yourselves at home." Impressively displayed in animated perfection was a horn of fruit at the center of a heavy dinning room table. A couple of wheels of cheese, whole loaves of baked bread, bowls of nuts and dried fruit supplemented the fresh fruit. A dozen gold goblets filled with what looked like wine stood in a perfect line like soldiers on guard. Nestled among the fruit and nuts looking out of place was an open twelve pack of Sierra Mist. The sight of all the animated food made Donny's stomach growl. "Help yourself," Elsa said noticing how Donny was eying up the food. "Sorry, no meat. In this world animals are generally sentient. Couldn't bring myself to eat one. The cheese comes from cows I know. Very nice ladies but a little too gossipy if you ask me." "Um ... right," Donny said. "Were do you get the soda from?" "Giant," she stated flatly. "The grocery store chain?" Donny asked almost laughing. "No a snow giant, he lives two valleys down," Elsa said clearly not trying to be funny. Sasha helped herself to a golden goblet. Donny did the same and took a tentative sip. It tasted like chilled champagne with a strong honey background. He picked up an impressively red apple and gave the shiny cartoon fruit a good look. He sniffed it, it smelled like a Fuji. He opened his mouth to take a bite but stopped as stories of poison apples from a host of animated features suddenly came to mind. He put down the apple and broke off a piece of cheese instead. It was a mild smoked cheddar and very delicious. He tore off an hunk of bread from a loaf and bit into it. It was wholewheat, a little sweet and chewy like an Eisenstein bagel. As Donny worked on more cartoon bread, he watched Sasha dip a large strawberry into a bowl of cream and take a bite. She looked totally sexy doing it. Hell, animated Sasha Grey would look sexy doing her taxes. Sasha and Donny exhaled breaths of steam, both openly shivering now. It was as cold as a walk in refrigerator at Costco. "Forgive me, the cold doesn't bother me, " Elsa said. "I'll get the coats."As Donny scarfed bread and cheese, he watched Elsa approach a dresser near the bed. Instead of opening it, she spoke to it. "Open Nigel." The dresser seem to shake then a deep male voice said, "I'm on break." "You have sat here for MONTHS without me cracking you open," Elsa complained. The dresser shook again. "Union rules." "The dresser is speaking," Donny said to Sasha. "Are you surprised?" Sasha asked. "We ARE in an animated fairytale world after all," Sasha downed the last of her sweet champagne then picked up a fresh goblet. Donny wondered if Sasha could get drunk. "If he won't open up I can get you a deal on a bureau from Ikea?" Sasha said with a giggle then a hiccup. Guess she CAN drunk Donny mused. "Better yet," Elsa said looking cross, "me thinks we could use wood for a fire." She rapped a knuckle on one of the dresser's panel doors. "I'm complaining to the union rep," the dresser said as his doors floated open. Elsa pulled out two heavy coats and walked them to her guests. "Sorry, good furniture is hard to find these days," Elsa said as she handed a lavender felt coat lined with fur to Sasha." Sasha put down her drink to slip on the coat. It was snug at the waist, she looked good in it. Donny's coat was fur lined too and dark blue with a military cut. "Shouldn't fur be a tabu like eating meat?" Donny asked as he slipped on the coat and worked the gold buttons. "I have an arrangement with a certain pack of local wolves," Elsa said. "They try to eat me every now and then and I get to keep their skins when they fail." Donny noticed several wolf skin rugs scattered under foot. "This is lovely," Sasha said doing a little twirl in her coat. "I love your dress too." Elsa did a little twirl of her own in her semi translucent classic blue gown. "I have more," Elsa said. "All my own designs. Would you like to see?" "Loved too," Sasha said. Sasha grabbed a third gold goblet of honey champagne and followed Elsa to the part of the room with the four post bed and the talking dresser. Donny's eyes drank in Elsa's animated figure. Boy was it kicking when she moved. Beyond the bed were a set of french doors, Elsa went to them and threw them open to reveal a huge walk in closet the size of a living room lined with racks of clothes. "Wow," Sasha said. "I have a lot of time on my hands," Elsa said as she pulled out a black dress for Sasha to see. "I just finished this one. I call it obsidian princess." "Put it on, I wanna see," Sasha said. Elsa draped the dress on a nearby chair and waved her hands. Her blue gossamer dress turned into vapor and drifted away from her hourglass form leaving her heart stopping naked. "Whoa," Donny whispered checking out Queen Elsa's perky B-cups and platinum blond patch of hair between her pink-white animated thighs. Then he quickly looked away unsure if staring at a naked queen was permitted. "Being the coat closet of a beautiful Ice Queen has it's perks," Nigel the dresser whispered. "Weird," Donny said giving the dresser a once over. Closeup he could see that wood knot patterns represented eyes and a brow, a mouth was formed by intersecting panels upfront and a knob for a nose. Donny reached out to touch one of the doors. "Hands off the varnish buddy," the dresser said. Donny snapped his hand back. Elsa slipped on her obsidian dress and pulled and fussing with the long sleeves. The dress was snug and displayed her hourglass figure and cute bosom perfectly. "Spectacular," Sasha said. That she was Donny agreed. Although her nakedness from a few seconds earlier was hard to top. Elsa twirled her dress in true animated musical fashion. It wouldn't have surprised him if she broke into song. But she didn't. What a bummer. Sasha sighed in envy. "This is it for me," she said indicating her red top and skinny jeans beneath her coat. "As a messenger avatar I have NO wardrobe." "Try something on," Elsa said. Really?" Sasha asked excited. She put her goblet down and stepped into the wardrobe room. After a quick scan of the racks she pulled out a pink gown with salmon trim. "Good choice," Elsa said. "I call that one royal birthday cake." Sasha held the dress against her front, then she draped it on a nearby rack and removed her lavender coat, top and jeans. Beneath she wore pink lacy boyshort panties and matching bra. She lifted the dress high over her head and started to wiggle her way into it but got stuck with it halfway down. "You have a FAR trimmer waist than I," Sasha said as she struggled. Elsa walk over to give her a hand. "Wow," Donny whispered. "Oh yeah," Nigel the dresser said softly with his wood panel mouth turned up in a satyr's leer. "Sasha is MUCH easier to look at than Huxtable the peacock." "Were you always a wardrobe chest?" Donny asked Nigel. "No way," Nigel said. "I was the chief palace guard for some pissant king who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He cheated on his queen with the help every chance he got. Fucking stupid since his queen was a powerful sorceress. Word finally got to the queen and she turned the king and all the king's men into furniture. I was lucky. The king was turned into a commode. Anyway, Elsa bought me at a castle clearance sale and I've been watching her undress for two years now." "Um ... cool," Donny said. With Elsa's help, Sasha got the dress down. After a little dithering, Sasha ran to a standing mirror near Nigel to look at herself. "I look like a fairytale princess," she said and did her own big musical spin. Donny saw his brawny animated reflection in the mirror behind her. In the military coat he kind of look like a prince ... if you ignored the flower surfer jams and Birkenstock sandals. Donny bowed to Sasha and said, "My I have this dance my lady?" "Why of course," Sasha said offering her ostentatious hand. Elsa clapped her hands and a Stravinsky waltz magically filled the air. Donny grandly lead Sasha to the big open space in middle of the great room. After a deep bow, Donny took her right hand into his left, put his other at her waist and broke into a waltz. Sasha laughed as she let him sweep her away. "Donny Stevens ... where did you learn to dance?" Sasha asked looking at him with her huge brown Disney eyes. "Byle Community Center," he said. "My mom made me do it. I didn't mind too much 'cause I had a mean crush on the totally hot instructor." He put Sasha into a spin. Laughing, she drunkenly fell away from him and spilled onto a pillow strewn divan. "You may dance with the queen," Elsa said. Donny turned to say something silly but held back when he saw the serious expression on Elsa's beautiful animated face. She had given a command and expected him to obey. He stiffened and struck a pose. She stepped into his arms and they went into a series of complicated spins. Elsa, knew how to waltz ... must be a queen thing. Lucky for Donny, the two years at the community center payed off and he didn't make a fool of himself. In fact he was flawless. Elsa's unnaturally large blue eyes never wavered from his as they spun and dipped. He was glad for the overly long coat for it concealed the straining bulge in his shorts. He was sure that getting a boner while dancing with the queen was a capital offense. He crassly wondered what his animated hardon looked like. The music suddenly changed. The Contours 'Do You Love Me' replaced Stravinsky. The movie Dirty Dancing was Harriet Kono's older sister's favorite. Harriet confessed that as a kid she was forced to sit through the movie a million times. Apparently, Harriet's visceral relationship with the movie had become part of Elsa's virtual DNA. Much to Donny's dismay, they broke into the classic movie grind. There was no hiding his erection from her now. She's gonna freeze my ass for sure, he worried. Half way through the dance she aggressively kissed him. "Wow," he said at the other end of the most amazing kiss of his existence. His kiss with Yukio being the only other one that didn't pale to Elsa's. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "It's nice to see her enjoying herself," Neffie whispered in Kent's ear. She and Kent faced Alice who sat off in a corner talking to Keanu Reeves slash Constantine. Constantine must have said something funny for Alice smiled then let out a laugh. Constantine reached out and touched her pleated hair. "Ah ... yeah nice," Kent said not at all interested in Alice and Keanu. He knelt naked on a sofa with his hands on the top of the cushions, his legs slightly parted as Ygritte's warm tongue slicked his butt hole. Ygritte stopped with her tongue and slapped Kent's ass hard enough to make him yelp. She threw herself on the sofa. "Can ya handle a wilding woman born of fire?" she asked looking up at him alluring and threatening all at once. He had already bedded the entire female crew of the Serenity from Firefly. Hell, surviving River Tam alone was a feat worth boasting. Who else he pondered? Sandra Oh, Lucy Lu as Watson, the fast and furious Asian chick, the Hawaii Five babe. Oh yeah, let's not forget green and dangerous Mila Kunis as the wicked witch of the west. "Yeah, I can handle a wilding redhead," he said. He fell on her and instigated a long deep kiss. He quickly found out that the word wilding fit Ygritte to a tee. She bit, she scratched, growled and pulled his hair. At some point he had entered her but couldn't recall exactly when or how. Showing both strength and agility, Ygritte flipped them to be on top. Slim Filipino Neffie slipped in beside them and lustfully ran her dark hands over Ygritte's pale milky chest and coppery brown nipples. Ygritte looked down at him with lustful menace, planted her hands on his chest, dug in her nails to make him gasp then got her hips rocking. Neffie's hands liberally fondled Ygritte's front occasionally sliding over Kent's belly and chest. "Kiss me queen river bitch," Ygritte said to Neffie. Neffie obliged. Mid kiss, Ygritte pulled away from Neffie and came with wilding verbosity. After several harsh gulps of air, she dropped down and kissed Kent long but tenderly. After the kiss she whispered to him, "Not since Jon Snow." "Stop hogging him," Neffie said. Ygritte yelped as Neffie pulled her away. Neffie straddled Kent's lower body, steadied his wet erection, lowered herself down and went at it with lewd abandon. The normally mild Filipino girl came raucously gripping handfuls of Kent's dark hair. Sweaty and breathing hard she looked down at him with triumphant satisfaction. "After a fuck like that I'd be proud to die in battle in the morning," Ygritte said. Neffie laughed. "Maybe that's why some people fight so fiercely ... to live and fuck like this again." A guttural sounds came from where Alice and Constantine were. Everyone turned to look. Alice stood naked, her back to Kent and the others, her ass a pleasant curve, her pleated hair brushed her tailbone. Constantine knelt before her, most of him obscured by Alice's naked form, his fingers sunk into the flesh of her ass cheeks. It was clear that he was working her with his mouth. There was the guttural again. It wasn't human or animal. It was ... other? "That man is more beast than human," Ygritte whispered. "I think that sound is coming from Alice," Neffie said. Constantine's ass kneading hands brightened with a strange yellow glow then shockingly burst into flames. "Holy shit! He's gonna burn her up!" Kent said sitting up. "She's fine," Neffie said shoving him back down onto his back. All of Alice's skin was now a deep charcoal black except were Constantine's burning hand gripped her ass, the skin there was like red burning briskets. "I KNEW she didn't need her fold to transform," Neffie said. "Ay, that one was always the demon," Ygritte said. She gave Neffie a sly look. "What about you Nefertiti? Ya found your changeling soul yet?" Neffie smiled then her eyes gave off a queer yellow light. "You okay?" Kent asked looking up at her. Even as he spoke her skin darkened to grayish brown then shockingly she sprouted fur allover. The sensation or her transformation against his bare skin was really strange. Her face, although still generally human, took on feline features. She pushed her long hair behind her ears that were now pointy and catlike. With large green and gold cat eyes, she gazed down at him. She smiled exposing animal sharp teeth. "What the fuck!" Kent said. In a panic he made to push her off him. Ygritte put a hand on his chest to still him. "You best stay calm," Ygritte advised. He squirmed anyway. Neffie flexed her hands resting on his chest and he instantly felt the claws. She didn't break skin but it was enough to stop his struggling. She bent down and her tongue flickered across his mouth raspy and warm. The tightening of her vaginal muscles around his erection that was still deep inside her, although thrilling, was a sensation he had no frame of reference for. Her furry nose brushed his face. "Kiss me," she whispered. He did. Her long nimble feline tongue invaded his mouth. He put up no resistance. He didn't dare since her claws reflexively dug in as she kissed. At the end of the kiss she whispered, "Fuck me." She sat up and they got a rockin'. She pushed her long hair behind her pointy cat ears again. Her animalness was mind blowing. The fur from her neck down to her pubic area was a light gray. In mindless delight he ran his hands over the small pleasing swells of her fur covered A-cups. He encountered Ygritte's hands doing the same. "Always knew you were a skin changer," Ygritte said. "Make me see Bastet!" Neffie said. "What? Who?" Kent asked bewildered as he rammed his hips up in time with her bucking rolls. "Her cat Goddess," Constantine said suddenly standing nearby. He and Alice were naked, smoking cigarettes and watching. Alice's skin was back to her normal creamy beige although her eyes seemed to give off an unnatural light. Constantine was fully erect. Neffie's hips went into a series of rapid fire rolls then she let out her one and only animal growl and came savagely. Her claws dug into Kent's shoulders drawing blood this time. At the end of her throes Neffie asked breathlessly, "What you want Kent?" "A little first aid," he said touching then flinching at his deep scratches. Neffie giggled then bent to lick his wounds. "Ouch," Kent said. "Heal thy self godling," Constantine said as he lit up a fresh cigarette from the coal of the previous one. "Oh yeah, I can do that," Kent said. Instantly the sting of his scratches dissipated. "Better?" Neffie asked. "Yeah ... I wanna come on your face," Kent said. Neffie pulled away from him and knelt on the floor. Kent stood above her gripping his erection. For the first time he noticed that she had a sleek and twitching dark tail. "Cool," he said. Unexpectedly, Alice knelt next to feline Neffie and took charge of Kent's hardon. "Need help with that?" Ygritte asked Constantine. She fondled his balls then ran a hand along the bottom curve of his erection. "Indeed," Constantine said. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke as Ygritte knelt and gripped him with two hands. In sync, Alice and Ygritte stroked the perspective hardons in their possession. Alice, with her classic Japaneses face and newly pleated hair tipped Kent over the edge. His first burst struck Alice's forehead over her right eyebrow. Alice quickly pointed his erection at Nefertiti and six monstrous emissions sprayed her feline face. "Anoint me dark wizard," Ygritte said to Constantine. He obliged by blasting her beautiful, sharp featured Celtic face from forehead to chin. He seem to take particular joy in getting as much as he could into her wilding red hair. Constantine's head jerked toward the curtained window near the Foosball table. "Something has changed," he said. He still held his burning cigarette and took a drag as he pulled himself away from kneeling cum covered Ygritte. He walked to a set of double doors and gripped the knobs. '"No!" Everyone yelled in unison. "I got this," Constantine said as he pulled open the doors. All braced for the rush of Kate's uglies. "You!" Constantine yelled out the door. "What is happening?" A single shiny jet black monster about five feet tall with insect eyes and emaciated legs and arms stepped into Neffie's living room. Although thoroughly naked everyone took defensive stances, the only one with a weapon was Neffie with her oversize Dirty Harry handgun. "Talking to me?" the creature asked Constantine. "Yes you fouler of the innocent," Constantine said. "My name is Rodger," the creature said sounding hurt and offended. "Whatever. Where are your companions?" "Called to devour another fold," Rodger said. "What fold is that?" Neffie asked positive it was hers. "Harriet Kono's. It is the end of times. It is the end of 1:23," Rodger said smugly and proudly. Neffie blew the little fuckers head off with her Smith and Wesson model 29. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Donny Stevens stared into Elsa's unnatural large blue eyes as they danced face to face to Gershwin's 'Summer Time' sung by Ella Fitzgerald. Before that was Michel Jackson's thriller. Elsa certainly had an eclectic taste in music. If anyone ever asked Donny the most surprising thing about being in an animated world he would say was the smells. The food, the wine, the cold pine air outside smelled perfect triggering memories both sexual and mundane. He inhaled Elsa's musky perfume. Beneath the perfume was a natural very human scent. It was her breath though that hit a sexual nerve for him. It smelled of the sweet tea with a hint of cinnamon. It occurred to him that all her scents were very familiar. Harriet's Brain Tube must be lifting memories of past sexual experiences from his head. In any case it was all totally intoxicating. Harriet's gonna make a gazillion buck with this Brain Tube. He put her into a soft spin. The air shimmered with sudden sparkling ice crystals. When she folded back into his arms her black dress had vanished. "Have mercy," he whispered as his eyes dropped to her firm animated B-cups. Close up her nipples were an odd but pleasing purplish pink. He could feel the heat radiating from her bare skin surprising since she was a know ice queen. She pressed against him. The music changed to the Beatles 'Yesterday.' "Perhaps I should go check in with Harriet?" Sasha said from a nearby sofa working oh her goblet of sparkly wine. "Stay," Elsa said softly. It wasn't a command more of a plea from a very lonely person. "Harriet created me but never gave me a purpose." She looked over at Sasha. "I envy you. You have a function. I just exist." "I'm a drone program and go where I'm told," Sasha said. "Be glad that you're allowed the freedoms you have. Don't forget, you were conjured from some dark corner of Harriet's mind. When she gets around to you this will all change." Donny recalled the indignities he witnessed Monica, Phoebe and Rachel endured not too long ago. He whispered to the naked Elsa, "You don't have to do a think you don't want to." She looked up into his face. "I'm the queen," she said and didn't elaborate any further. She put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. The was kiss was the most in the moment thing that Donny had ever experienced. Elsa closed her impossibly big blue eyes but Donny kept his wide open not wanting to miss a thing. The feel of her skin, her hair, her taste, her smell was totally awesome! His hands drifted down to her smooth animated ass. "Mind if I try on a few more dresses?" Sasha asked. Elsa didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes," Sasha said. She got up and headed to the wardrobe room via the food table for more champagne. Elsa suddenly pulled away from Donny and went into a waltzing spin. "Undress for me Donny Stevens," Elsa said as she danced. Donny sloughed off his coat, kicked off his sandals, pealed off his t-shirt and dropped his jams and stood in unnaturally white tidy whities. From where he stood he could just make himself out in the mirror near the wardrobe room. Like his princely animated physic the bulge in his undies was clearly enhanced. "Awesome," he whispered as he approached the mirror. With no hesitation he dropped the undies. "Cool," he said gripping his sprung nine plus animated dick. "You gonna hurt someone with that thing," Sasha said. She now wore a one piece leather like bathing suit with high black boots and a short red superhero cape. "I call that one waiting in red," Elsa said as she slid behind Donny, gripped his erection and observed it in the mirror. Donny was half a head taller than she\\. His hands drifted over her naked form. "To the bed," Elsa commanded in a whisper and led him by his intimate handle. Donny dropped onto the big bed and expected Elsa to join him bet she went back into her spinning dance. "Dance with me Lady Grey," Elsa commanded. The women gripped each other and fell into a simple box step, Elsa lead. Donny laid there watching them dance. Next he knew they were kissing. "Man ..." he whispered. Elsa put Sasha into a spin, they separated. Sasha went back to the wardrobe room and Elsa marched towards the bed with a serious expression on her animated face. She fell flat on her tummy at the end of the bed and dragged her body along the length of Donny's splayed form making sure that her awesome tits brushed against his erection. When their faces met, they kissed briefly. Elsa reversed her crawl and ended with her head between his legs. He propped up on his elbows to see what her intentions were. She looked up at him with her big eyes. "You want to see?" she asked? "Yeah," he said. Elsa waved a hand and mirrors made of ice suddenly surrounded the bed on all sides and above. She lowered her head and took him into her extraordinarily warm mouth. Her hair obscured her action in the side mirrors so he dropped flat to look at the mirror above. She was curled in a pleasant half circle as her head bobbing up and down. "Knock, knock," Sasha said as she slipped through a narrow gap between mirrors. She wore a deep purple off the shoulder, long sleeve clinging dress that came to mid thigh. Elsa stopped briefly to say, "I call that one cat's out of the bag. It comes with a cat ear tiara." Sasha giggled as she waved the tiara then put it on giving her diamond studded cat ears. Elsa went back to giving Donny head. Sasha frowned. "He can't see with all that platinum hair in the way." She sounded totally drunk. Sasha hiked up her dress, knelt on the bed, shimmed up to Elsa, gripped her hair and held it back. "Better?" she asked Donny. He looked at the mirrors at the sides of the bed and nodded. "Kneel up a bit, your majesty" Sasha said to Elsa with a gentle slap at her butt." the queen shifted. "Grip the length with one hand and cup his balls," Sasha said. Elsa complied. Sasha looked over at one of the side mirrors. "That's a MUCH better visual." Elsa stopped with her mouth and made to straddled Donny's hips with clear intent. "Whoa, slow down. Let the poor boy have a little fun," Sasha said. "I want him now," Elsa said. "I'm sure you do," Sasha said. "But I bet Donny boy would like to get at your animated B-cups and maybe see what Disney pussy tastes like?" "I am kind of curious," Donny confessed. Elsa rolled her large eyes. "Get at it," she said as she flopped on her back on the bed. Donny kissed her mouth briefly then peppered her neck with small kisses making Elsa giggle. He kissed his way down to her lovely breasts and pink purple nipples. He licked at a nipple and gently bit. "I like that," Elsa said. "Bite the other one." He obeyed. He then worked his way down to the top of her pubic mound. Like it should be in an animated feature, her pubic hair was a bright silvery blond. He kissed the upper ridge then with two fingers traced her warm wet seam to her clitoris. He pulled back a bit to get a good look. It was interesting to say the lease. He bobbed in and explored her with his tongue. Her taste was so unexpected that he pulled back quickly. "Don't like?" Sasha asked. "I like," Donny said quickly, "just not what I expected." "What does the queen taste like?" Sasha asked. "Like strawberries and cold white wine," he said. This was a Harriet thing! One night he had dribbled strawberry soaked white wine down her center as he gave her head. He had certainly enjoyed doing it but wondered if this part of Elsa was coming from Harriet or him? He was told early on that he couldn't conjure fantasies using the auxiliary helmet. But he was sure that the belrog was HIS doing. "Continue!" Elsa demanded. And that he did. Elsa groaned, bucked her hips and grabbed his hair. "Lady Gray advise!" "What would you like my Queen??" Sasha asked arching one eyebrow. "Anything!" Elsa said. "Anything?" Sasha echoed. "Yes! I command you!" Sasha stood on the floor, peeled off her lacy pink panties, hiked up her short purple dress, got on the bed again and swung a leg over Elsa's chest. Donny rolled his eyes up to behold Sasha's glowing animated ass. He could just make out Sasha feeding her clitoris to Elsa's mouth. Sasha gasped then asked, "Why do I taste like my queen?" A deep muffled laugh shook Elsa then she said, "Dark chocolate and semisweet cherries." "Pussy is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get." Sasha said in imitation of Mr. Gump. Donny barked a sudden laugh. "Don't you dare stop or I will freeze your wizzer off!" Elsa threatened from the other side of Sasha. "My momma didn't raise a stupid child," Donny said in a bad Alabama accent and went back to work. "Stupid is as stupid does," Sasha said around a gasp. It took all that Donny had not to laugh again. Sasha's ass rocked and swayed as Elsa worked her. "Finger my ass snow bitch queen," Sasha said. "Make me come on your royal cartoon face!" The dirty talk was all Harriet for sure. Elsa's delicate pale right hand slipped around to Sasha's crack, felt for the bud of her hole then wiggled a finger in. "Oh yeah! I'm coming you fucking queen bitch!" Sasha yelled. And that she did with Elsa's mouth surrounding her clitoris and the queen's finger deep up her ass. Elsa tensed as her orgasm arrived. "Mountain Gods!" was all she said. Donny kept his mouth in play until her body settled. Sasha gave a deep husky laugh. "Good for you?" she asked the queen. "Inside me NOW," Elsa said. "I think she's talking to you," Sasha said with a glance over her shoulder. Ms. Grey moved aside to reveal Queen Elsa, her animated face and body shiny with sweat, her platinum blond hair a wild mess, her chest rising and falling from exertion. "Man," Donny whispered as he gripped his pale cartoon erection and pierced the queen in one lustful jab. They quickly got moving, Elsa's breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, his eyes alternated from her hypnotic bouncing to her unflinching big blue eyes. Sasha sat to the side still in her purple dress with her legs curled up under her, the diamond cat ear tiara a bit ascewed on her head. She slid a little closer and ran her hands over Elsa's chest temporarily stilling the bouncing. "You like that your royal fuckness?" Sasha asked. "Yes ... I like," Elsa said. The queen squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and came. When she calmed, her eyes opened and she smiled up at Donny. "Blessed Goddess of the sky," she whispered. A gentle snow started to fall. Sasha giggled then extended her tongue to catch a flake. "What would you like for the money shot Donny Stevens?" Sasha asked. "Anything," Donny said as he planted his outstretched arms on either side of Queen Elsa's head and got his hips going again. "I bet you would like to anoint the queen in dirty pornographic style," Sasha said. After eight glorious stabs Donny pulled out of and gripped his wet erection. "Yeah," he said. Stand on the floor," Sasha said to him. "Elsa kneel before him and beg his indulgence." Elsa gave drunken Sasha a dubious look. This ain't gonna fly, Donny thought. Elsa slipped off the bed and knelt on the edge of the intricately woven rug, her eyes rolled up to Donny standing above her. "I implore you, paint me with your seed Donny Stevens of Byle, Ohio." Donny let loose a massive spurt that sprayed Elsa's face from her chin to her messy platinum blond hair. Five more jets indiscriminately coated the animated queen's delicate face. "My isn't THIS a fantasy come true," Sasha said. Elsa licked at her messy lips. She giggled and said, "You taste like a tart fruit drink with a little salt and distilled spirits." Sasha dropped to her knees and blatantly licked at Elsa's messy face. "Interesting, it's tequila," Sasha said licking her upper lip, "Why do you taste like a Margarita?" "No fucking idea," Donny said. "Get me a goblet of wine," Elsa demanded as she wiped her face with a bed cover. Donny slipped pass the ice mirrors and headed to the buffet table to do the queen's bidding. He stopped short when he saw a dozen or so animated clowns armed to the teeth occupying Elsa's living room. "Um ... Elsa?" Donny said in a squeaky voice. "Bring me a goblet too," Sasha called. "Ladies ... better come out now," Donny said. Elsa and Sasha stepped out into the open. "How dare you!" Elsa yelled. A stalagmite ring of razor sharp ice formed around Donny. Then stalactites of ice grew from the ceiling all points facing the invaders. "Queen Elsa!" one of the clowns yelled. "We come in peace!" "What ruse is this?" Elsa yelled. Her face darkened as she raised her arms. A distinct cracking sound came from the ceiling. Death was about to rain down on the clowns. She looked absolutely awesome in her naked fury. "KHT has been ordered to purge our fold," the clown spokesman said. His eyes rolled nervously up to the ceiling. "Liar!" Elsa yelled. "Oh my my god!" Sasha said with her brown eyes closed. "He's telling the truth! Kate is attacking this fold as we speak!" "We need your help queen of ice and snow," the clown said, he dropped to one knee and bent his head. His fellow clowns did the same.

Bedding the Boss Pt. 02

Chapter Seven 'Oh my,' Victoria sighed, lying flat out on Heather's king-sized bed. 'I'm glad we didn't wait for that.' Heather untangled their legs. They were both drenched with sweat and passion but the smell of them wasn't unpleasant. She'd always liked the smell of urgent sex. Not to mention the salty-sweet tastes with their undertones of honey. 'What's with you, Vic?' she ran her fingers through the other girl's damp but still spiky hair. 'Have you had enough already?' 'Vic now, is it? I must have been all right.' 'Better than all right, you're my Hot for It Girl of the Month.' 'Me hot for it,' Vic laughed, 'I hardly got to do anything.' A brief but awkward silence ensued. 'Did I get carried away?' Heather asked finally. 'Yes, just ever so slightly. That was like being fucked by Taz the Tasmanian devil. God knows how Joanna came up with "Snow White".' Heather scrunched defensively. 'Joanna isn't to know how depraved I am, is she.' 'I should hope not. If you went at her like that she'd be begging the huntsman to cut out her lungs.' 'Sorry. I . . .' 'Shush, shush,' said Victoria. 'I'm not complaining. Not in the least.' Heather brightened at that. 'Aren't you really?' she asked. 'No, not really,' Victoria kissed up at her forehead, 'not really, really, really.' Heather was relieved. She'd been starting to think she'd given it too much oomph. It wouldn't be the first time. 'You surprised me,' Victoria went on, almost-but-not-exactly accusingly. 'In my experience, the heroic white knight usually gets to ravish the damsel in distress. It's exceptionally rare for the knight to be on the receiving end.' 'You should have said.' Heather tried to seem demure. 'I'm always open to being ravished. Or equal shares. I'm very adaptable.' 'Oh I see. I should have spelled it out in advance, shouldn't I?' 'It would have helped. You'd better give me a list of does and don'ts before we resume.' 'Resume?' 'That's right. I'm not nearly done yet.' There was another brief silence, each of them studying the other. 'Honestly,' Heather said. 'Just let me know and I'll be up for anything you want.' 'Equal shares sound good.' Victoria broke into a welcome and dazzling smile. 'Although I must admit, being overwhelmed like that made a pleasant change.' She chuckled. 'It usually goes without saying that I'll be the ravisher. Comes with being a bossy cow, I suppose.' They studied each other again, the high-flier still wearing her snazzy specs. How's she managed that? Heather wondered, remembering a flurry of limbs, clothes flying off in all directions. Had she kept them on when she'd . . . It was no use. The details were fuzzy, as if they'd had a whole night on the beer and not just a couple of pints. And how did she know about Snow White? Was the grapevine really as good as that? 'Haven't you got a cat to see to?' Victoria asked eventually. 'It's a fat ginger tom who keeps late hours. He'll be okay.' Victoria (Vic from that moment ever onwards) pulled Heather closer and they shared a lingering kiss, hands steadily touring now familiar sections of body. No, make that their hands touring hot, moist and very receptive sections of body. 'Here's the deal,' said Vic. 'I'll let you tell me about yourself: your life in fifteen minutes. Then you sort out Ginger Tom while I make us a snack. Then we come back here, turn out the lights and see who can stay awake longest.' 'Don't you like it with the lights on?' 'Of course I do. But I like it in the dark as well. It stimulates my imagination.' 'I'll stimulate more than your imagination.' 'You're doing that already.' Vic laughed. 'But my tummy just rumbled. And I'm worried about that cat.' 'Okay, okay. You win. You might be disappointed on the snack front, though. I could clothes shop for England, but I'm useless at shopping for food.' 'I'll find something.' 'I wouldn't bank on it.' 'And I had you down as Little Miss Perfect.' 'I'm far from perfect,' Heather grinned, 'as you will discover when you visit my fridge.' 'Does that rule out breakfast in bed?' 'I'm afraid so. It'll be breakfast in Mario's down in town, not bed.' 'How about coffee and toast in bed?' 'Coffee shouldn't be a problem.' A thought struck Heather. 'Talking about tomorrow, whatever are you going to wear? I won't have anything that'll fit you.' She squeezed Vic's bazoomas to prove her point. 'I doubt anyone will notice the same suit. If they do, I'll say I got carried away shagging. Never went home.' Heather's heart started pounding for the zillionth time, although less excitingly now. 'You don't gossip after one night stands, do you?' 'Didn't Hot Lips tell you? The Ice Queen never gossips. And she doesn't do one night stands with any of her colleagues either. And she hasn't made an exception for you because . . . hopefully . . . this is just the first of many stands.' 'Oh,' said Heather, 'so my behaviour hasn't scared you off.' 'Not in the slightest.' Vic giggled like the schoolgirl she once was. 'If I've any say in the matter, I'll be sleeping here a lot.' All semblance of awkwardness left with that giggle; at least it did for Heather. 'Oh yes?' she pushed Vic onto her back and climbed aboard, not particularly carefully. 'Would that be for gentle, equally shared lovemaking? Or do you secretly want to be overwhelmed again and again by an insatiable marsupial?' Vic smiled up at her. 'I haven't tried whatever passes as your gentle lovemaking yet. But I'm sure we'll get round to it at some stage. In the meantime, feel free to keep overwhelming me.' 'Don't worry, I will. And knickers to Joanna and the grapevine; feel free to break the habit of a lifetime and gossip away.' Suddenly Vic seemed serious. 'You honestly won't mind if people find out we're shagging?' 'No. As I said in the pub, I'm not ashamed of me. And I'm certainly not ashamed of being here in bed with you.' They had another lingering kiss, hands touring again. Heather finally broke off and moved so that her mouth could get at Vic's chest, smiling as she immediately made her nipples go bullet-like. How sexy was that! Hard nipples getting even harder against her tongue!! Sadly, Vic didn't give her long before crying, 'Enough,' and dragging her off. 'Spoilsport,' said Heather. 'Here I am, risking my career. About to become an airhead . . .' 'No you are not,' Vic countered. 'I've a brand-new blouse in my travel bag, and I've got a brand-new neckerchief. Five minutes under your shower and I'll look like I'm freshly changed. No-one will ever know. Apart from us, of course, and we don't have tell if we don't want to.' 'You do this regularly then?' 'What? Pass the night being fucked senseless?' They exchanged glances a second, Heather disliking the swearword, Vic unrepentant. 'Well I don't, actually,' Vic at last resumed. 'I carry spares because I never know if I'm going to be sent somewhere overnight. I often have to rush off to London Bridge at the drop of a hat.' 'Good answer.' 'Naturally it's a good answer; it's true. I haven't done anything like this for ages. In fact it was more than two years ago. And it was with a bloke, so it doesn't count.' 'So you do like men?' Vic shrugged, 'From time to time.' 'Hmmm,' went Heather. 'I do. I've just been avoiding them.' 'For over two years?' 'Yes, Heather.' 'Have you really?' 'Yes, I really have.' 'Wow! I went two and a half months before Graham. By then even Tibbles was starting to look hunky. How've you done it? Have you had dozens of girls instead?' 'No. I've had a few flings, but nothing nearly as wild and impulsive as this. Mostly I've stuck to one woman.' \*\*\*\*\* 'One woman,' Heather said slowly. 'Is she your significant other?' 'I suppose she was,' Vic replied. 'Am I aiding and abetting something here?' 'No. Note my use of the word "was". She's not in my life anymore. I'm quite unattached.' 'Honest Injun?' 'Yes, honest Injun.' 'Okay,' said Heather, relaxing a little. 'Are you going to tell me about her?' 'I don't usually pour out my heart on a first date. Or ever, come to that.' 'Go on. You know you want to.' 'There's not much to tell.' Vic's smile became wistful. 'She is called Karen. She was my neighbour in Headingley. We had a long, uneasy courtship after her husband took off. Then we finally got together. Then she left.' 'Left as in permanently?' 'Yes, left as in very permanently. Not to mention very recently.' 'I'm sorry it went wrong.' 'Don't be. It was basic instinct . . . it was as far as I was concerned, anyway. And the most basic part of it wasn't happening a lot. Karen blamed me. I was away at work too much. She wanted me there all the time or not at all. And although she never admitted it, she hated being often referred to as "That Lesbian at Number Nine" . . . with me being "That Lesbian at Number. Seven", naturally.' 'Naturally,' Heather agreed, grinning as broadly as ever. (Being called "The Lesbian" at any number wouldn't have worried her at all. Well, "That Lesbian at Number Thirteen" wouldn't go down well, but she'd never live at such an address anyhow.) 'That's all, really,' Vic continued. 'She sold up and went back home to her roots in Southampton. We promised that we would keep in touch, but we haven't. And we know we won't.' 'So that's it, you really are a free agent? No heartache or regrets?' 'I regret dropping a couple of other lovers. I had a fairly good thing going until I got this crazy impulse to woo her.' Heather grinned yet again. 'Did she take some wooing?' 'You bet she did.' 'And you gave up two lovers to do it?' 'Arguably three,' said Vic. 'I told you it was a crazy impulse.' 'You'll fit in well with me then,' said Heather. 'I'm good at crazy impulses. But I'm useless at those long, uneasy courtships.' 'I presume long, abstinent courtships are right out.' 'It took half a day between us meeting and ending up here, in my bed. That's long enough, isn't it? Anyway, if you wanted abstinence, it's too late.' 'I didn't want abstinence, which is just as well. Seeing what you're like.' 'What do you mean, what I'm like?' Vic just chuckled in reply. 'Personal question,' Heather said after a pause. 'Tell me to mind my own business if you want.' 'Go on.' 'Did you quit men for Karen? Or had you already made the decision?' 'No, that had nothing to do with Karen. I quit men every now and then. Always have done.' 'Care to expound?' Vic looked up at her for a few seconds before answering. 'Honest Injun?' 'Yes, Vic. Honest Injun.' 'Okay, here goes. I wasn't too bad when I was at St Helena's. I got plenty of offers from guys at St Joseph's, the local boys' school, but only took a few up. I didn't start binging until uni.' 'Binging on men?' 'Yes. I was almost out of control while I was in halls. And I lost it altogether in the second year.' 'You mean when you got your own place?' Heather laughed. 'Been there, got the wet T-shirt. Do you want to hear my excuse?' 'Go on.' 'Sheer bad luck. Until I was thirteen nearly all my friends were boys. Then, literally days before I got properly interested, I was sent off to the Land of Girls. By the time I got to uni I'd nibbled away at far too many fannies. It was time to catch up. Well, it was after I'd introduced myself to every lezzie and bi girl in LGBT.' 'Introduced? Don't you mean "slept with"?' 'Yes, in many instances. But a lot of them were in relationships. They didn't all want to play.' 'I don't know about you.' Vic pulled a face. 'But I really was wild. At one stage I'd have a different guy every night, then wake up in the morning hating myself.' 'Don't get me going on that old chestnut. Every man on the planet's a far bigger tart than the tartiest of women.' 'It wasn't me being a tart. It was me being reckless. Never mind the risk of STIs or AIDS. Sometimes I wouldn't remember the latest guy's name. Sometimes I never even asked.' 'Do you mean before or after?' 'Both. God knows how I never got beaten up or murdered.' 'Did something bad happen?' 'No,' said Vic. 'I never even got shouted at, never mind punched or slapped or anything. It was only my self-esteem that suffered.' 'In that case your judgment must have been sound.' 'My judgment never came into it. I'd just get the urge and grab the nearest erection.' 'That's Jiminy Cricket speaking,' Heather said sagely. 'Your intuition would have made its assessment before you grabbed anything. Subconsciously, I mean.' 'I probably don't have the same faith in my intuition that you have.' 'Mr Carmichael seems to admire your abilities.' 'That's work-related,' Vic said. 'It's totally different.' 'No it isn't. Not on a subconscious level.' 'Well whatever it was, it scared me. I knew I couldn't carry on behaving like that.' 'So you went for celibacy?' 'I did as far as men were concerned. That first time I managed three whole months without anyone at all. Then I had a supposedly steady boyfriend for a while. And then he betrayed me and I was celibate again for six months. Then I had another boyfriend and . . . Well, you can see the pattern developing.' 'This latest celibacy is up to two and a half years?' 'It almost is. It's my longest yet.' 'How close are you to your next relapse?' Vic's face scrunched up sexily. 'Not very,' she said. 'I'm not even looking at men at the moment, never mind planning a relapse.' 'I've heard this sort of thing before, Vic. It ties in with my bisexual theory, but I won't bore you with all that. Not on a first date.' 'Did something bad ever happen to you?' Heather blinked in surprise at the unexpected question. She'd been revelling in her role as confessor-cum- inquisitor. 'No,' she said. 'What makes you think that?' 'You said you went a few months without a man. Was that yet another exaggeration, or was there a reason?' 'I've told you a million times; I never exaggerate.' 'So there was a reason?' 'Not the sort you're imagining.' Heather pecked Vic on the nose. 'I've always liked men per se. One or two individuals have annoyed me immensely, but that's par for the course, isn't it? I've never developed a phobia about them.' 'They don't physically intimidate you?' 'Ha! I can hold my own.' 'In all other ways, maybe . . .' 'No, I can hold my own physically too. Okay, so I would need a prop if you wanted me to give you an authentic, realistic manly shagging, but I can do everything else unaided, and I can do it better than any bloke. And I can do plenty of things no bloke could ever do.' 'But could you fight one off?' 'Yes I could. I've done all sorts of self-defence. If a man ever attacked me I'd scare him away long before it came to an actual fight. And that would be good news for him, believe me. I guarantee that he wouldn't like an actual fight.' 'Perhaps theoretically,' said Vic, obviously not convinced. 'But in real life women freeze when faced with violence.' 'That's a subject we discussed a lot. Some girls doubted themselves, but I never did. There again, I faced off Brutus, so I know I'll never freeze.' Vic blinked. 'Brutus? Who on earth is Brutus?' 'He was my dad's prize bull. Back when we were at Hunters Farm.' 'I sense a story coming on.' Abandoning her increasingly serious expression Vic had a fit of giggles. 'Hopefully it's not one full of bullshit.' 'It's a true story,' Heather protested. 'No exaggerating at all.' 'Is this instead of confessing your binging history?' 'My binging history is probably very similar to yours, so I'd hardly be telling you anything new. But I'm prepared to bet you don't have many escaped bulls on your résumé.' 'You are correct. Please proceed.' Chapter Eight 'Okay,' Heather began. 'Brutus was the only bull on the farm. And he was a whopper, weighing in well over a ton. He looked magnificent but had an awful temper, even for a bull. He was famous for it. Just about everyone was afraid of him. There was no need to put a notice up in his field. Whether you had been told about him or not, one glance was enough.' She chuckled. 'My dad wasn't afraid of him, because he was the farmer. And some of the local kids saw him as a challenge. The dare was to run across the corner of his field, covering as big a diagonal as possible. We put chalk marks on the wall to show the best efforts.' 'We?' said Vic. 'Does that mean you were involved in such a rash, foolhardy challenge?' 'Of course I was. I invented it. And I always had to beat anyone who broke the record . . . which I still hold to this day, incidentally.' 'Did Brutus ever get you?' 'No, but I had a couple of near misses. And he "assisted" some of the other kids over the wall with his horns.' 'He does sound bad tempered.' 'He was. And I could never work out why. Back then I was only a slip of a lass, but I could see that he had it good. No real work to do, just a few dozen cows to take care of. The way I saw it, he lived life like a sultan with an enormous harem.' 'How old are you in this tale?' 'I was eleven and three-quarters.' 'So you were still innocent, then.' 'Still with years and years of virginity left,' Heather agreed. 'Although I already knew only too well what beasts did to procreate. I saw them at it every day. Anyway, it happened one Monday, during the summer holidays. I'd been up on the moors, rabbiting . . .' 'Rabbiting?' 'That means shooting rabbits. But only for the pot . . . I wasn't sadistic or anything. I only took what we needed.' 'Ye gods, girl,' Vic rolled her eyes, 'is there no end to your surprises?' 'I can usually produce something when the occasion demands. Anyhow, I was on my way home when I saw that the gate was open and Brutus was gone. I knew he couldn't be with Dad because it was market day. And nobody else could do anything with Brutus. When I got a bit closer I realized exactly what had happened. The farm lads had been in to feed him and hadn't shut up properly behind them.' 'Couldn't it have been the local kids fooling around?' 'No. They wouldn't do that. Besides, Brutus knew them and had a grudge. They couldn't have opened the gate and got away fast enough.' 'Okay. Please continue.' 'I ran back to the farmhouse to find out they already knew. My mum had had a phone call to tell her that Brutus was stampeding through the village. She was busy berating the farm lads. There were only two of them and they were blaming each other. Mum had obviously heard enough. She told the three of us to go fetch Brutus while she skinned my rabbits.' Heather laughed heartily. 'Mum has always been so unflappable. 'Well, it was quite an adventure at first. We went down the hill . . .' she broke off. 'Do you know much about Micklethwaite?' 'I know where it is on a map,' said Vic, 'but I've never been.' 'It's like a long, uphill lane, with farms grouped at both ends and a village in the middle, and with lots of new houses going up these days. Back then there weren't so many. Our farm was up the steepest bit of hill. When we got to the hairpin bend we could see a police car blocking the road below us. That was when it started to feel more like an emergency.' Miss Efficiency was still lying under Heather, staring up at her, seemingly rapt. 'There were two policemen,' Heather said, seeing them clearly in her mind's eye. 'They'd stopped Old Jack and he was out of his Landy, wanting to know what was going on. Old Jack owned the next-but-one farm to us and he was a bit hard to understand. Normally he let Young Jack do the talking to townies, but Young Jack wasn't about on that particular day. He must have been back at the farm with Baby Jack.' No way could Vic resist. 'Baby Jack?' she echoed. 'Old Jack was the farmer. Even though he wasn't doing much farming anymore, he was still the main man. Baby Jack was his grandson. He must have been about thirty and did most of the heavy work for his dad, Young Jack, who'd have been pushing sixty by then.' 'I'm glad I asked.' 'Well, the policemen were telling Old Jack that a bull was running riot in the village; chasing cars and people; knocking down walls; tearing up the village green. They were closing the road from this end while their colleagues closed it down by the canal bridge.' Heather laughed again. 'I wasn't very impressed with their blockade. The road was narrow but Brutus would have barged past their car as if it wasn't there. They'd put up some of that blue and white tape too. Obviously he was going to respect that! 'Then one of them asked Old Jack if he had a gun in his Landy. '"Nay lad," he said, "est thar asking me to shoot another man's beast? Shame on thee! Ar would nay shoot another man's beast if Ar were t'last man standing." 'I don't think they could exactly translate that, but they got the gist. Ignoring me as a useless little girl, one of them started questioning my farm lads while the other got his radio out. '"Ar'll tell thee what to do," Old Jack said, although they were ignoring him as well by then. "Ye two get thissens down there and tether him. Ar'd do it missen, if Ar wa'n't eighty-three." 'The one on the radio was asking for armed support and that did it for me. I ducked under their tape and hurried round the corner. They never even saw me go.' \*\*\*\*\* Heather pictured the scene again, expecting dark clouds to slip across the sun. 'I can't tell you how creepy it was,' she said. 'Micklethwaite Lane is usually quiet but that afternoon it was like a graveyard. I suppose I'd been expecting to see chaos and hear bulls bellowing and women screaming. But it was deserted . . . and deathly silent. 'I reached a turning to a footpath that takes you through the fields and over the beck to East Morton. But one of the policemen had mentioned the village green, and that was farther down the lane, so I kept going. By then I was so emotional I was crying. 'And talk about angry! I was surrounded by incompetent males. Two farm lads who couldn't begin to latch a gate; a bull who didn't know when he was onto a good thing; two policemen whose answer to a simple problem was "armed support". The only man who had a clue was Old Jack, and nobody was even listening to him.' She sniffled, surprisingly close to tears as the memories rushed back. 'I was worried too,' she admitted. 'I didn't find out how badly we were struggling for another year and a bit. Eleven and three-quarter-year-olds can't really understand farming finances, can they? Deep down, I could tell things were changing, though, and for the worse. We used to have six good farm lads; but that summer we only had two feeble ones. Dad's Landy was even more knackered than Old Jack's. Some of the milking equipment kept going on the blink. There were lots of little things like that. And now one of my dad's biggest assets was going to get shot. I kept expecting helicopter gunships to arrive and wipe him out.' Vic's eyes seemed wider and browner than ever. 'Was Brutus very valuable?' 'He was there to keep the cows happy, so he was worth more than his weight in burgers. I suppose I didn't particularly like him, but I didn't want his girlfriends disappointed. And I definitely didn't want him to cause thousands and thousands of pounds of damage and upset the villagers . . . No more than he had done already, anyway. And besides . . .' 'Besides,' Vic prompted. Heather wiped away a solitary tear. 'Besides, he was Dad's beast. Dad might have wanted to shoot him for running riot. I wasn't going to let anyone beat him to it.' Vic reached up and stroked Heather's cheek. Hardly noticing, Heather went on with the tale. 'So I was walking down this creepy lane, angry and very concerned. There were a few parked cars and I was checking them as I passed, thanking God that none of them had been crunched. Then this voice suddenly shouted, "BEWARE OF THE BULL!!" 'Well, I must have jumped ten feet into the air. When I landed I looked round in panic, expecting a road full of Pamplona's finest coming at me, not just Brutus. But there wasn't anything. 'It took a moment to work out the voice was coming from an upstairs window, in one of the relatively new houses off to my left. It was this woman, leaning halfway out. '"BEWARE OF THE BULL!!" she yelled again. '"I am beware of the bull!" I yelled back. "It's my flipping bull! Where is he?" '"He's berserk," the woman wailed. "Beware! Oh beware!" 'Nowadays I believe she was drunk or stoned. At the time I thought she'd cracked up and that it was all Brutus's fault. I asked where he was again and she said something about running through a wall. That made me look farther downhill; and I saw what she meant.' Heather shook her head. 'Somehow Brutus had jumped out of the lane, over a high wall and onto an enormous lawn. I could see where he'd landed; it was all churned up. He hadn't jumped back though. Oh no. He'd charged straight through.' 'I'm thinking Tom and Jerry here,' said Vic, still stroking Heather's cheek. 'You know: an outline of a bull in the brickwork.' 'It probably was like that for an instant, when it actually happened. But it was a proper dry stone wall. By the time I got there twenty yards of it was heaped in the lane. I was shaking when I went to inspect the damage, expecting to find pieces of broken horn and gallons of blood. But Brutus hadn't left much of a sign . . . apart from a pile of steaming manure on a clear patch of tarmac.' 'Bullshit?' 'It was Brutus's statement, not mine.' 'Never mind whose statement. This is the best story I've ever heard.' 'Is it really?' 'Yes, it sincerely is. Please go on.' 'I couldn't have left the roadblock much more than five minutes earlier, but I was still expecting those gunships at any second; gunships or dozens and dozens of snipers scurrying into position. I found out later that the policeman got a flea in his ear when he'd asked for armed support. His sergeant told him to forget Health and Safety and go rescue the bull, before it hurt itself. 'I didn't know that right then, though. I was getting more and more desperate with every step.' 'I'm starting to panic myself,' said Vic. 'Did you get there first?' 'I carried on until I got to the green. That was churned up worse than the lawn. There were benches on it; wooden ones with arms and backs, like you get in the park. One had been knocked over. The other was reduced to matchsticks. And there was a boy up a tree.' 'A boy . . .' 'Yes; a younger one from school. He was shouting "BEWARE!" too, but not as politely as that woman in the window. '"Come on down," I told him. "I'll catch you." '"But the bull," he said. "It's behind you. \*\*\*\*\* Heather allowed herself a dramatic pause before continuing. 'My neck must have creaked like a rusty hinge as I had a look. Daniel was right. Brutus really was behind me. Luckily, he was quite a way off and not taking much notice.' 'Phew,' said Vic. 'Narrow escape.' 'Escape didn't come into it.' 'Go on, tell me more.' 'What I'm calling "the green" has houses on three sides of it; very old, well-established houses. It's the classiest part of the village. One of them had the most wonderful flowerbeds and hanging baskets, full of mauves and yellows . . . every nice colour under the sun. Brutus must have decided it was lunchtime. He was really pigging out on the mauve ones. 'I told Daniel to stay in his tree and went towards Brutus. I've got to be honest, by then I wasn't angry anymore. I was a little cautious. And my worries had changed. All I could think of was how Brutus hated the kids who dashed across his field more than anything . . . and how I was the one who dashed across it the most. '"Brutus," I said, trying to sound delighted to see him. "What are you doing here?" 'He stopped munching and glared at me. No doubt about it. He knew exactly who I was. '"Come on," I persisted. "Let's go home to the farm." 'I had got close to him by then. He'd had his head in one of the baskets but he left that swinging and turned his whole body to face me . . . the whole ton and a bit of it.' 'Oops,' said Vic. 'Oops indeed. I said something pathetic like, "There's a good boy," and he started pawing the ground. '"RUN!!" Daniel howled. As if I hadn't thought of that. I've always been a good runner. And I've always been a champion tree climber, too. I knew I could probably get up into the branches about a nanosecond before Brutus got me.' 'But . . .' 'If I did that he would be off again, causing more damage until those gunships arrived. So I didn't wait for him to charge. I marched straight up and smacked him on the nose. Not hard . . . but not so soft either. I'd seen Dad do that to show who was boss. "Come on," I repeated, "home to the farm." 'For a second or two I was sure he was going to gore me. Then he just snorted and stopped pawing. And we both knew I'd won, even if he didn't instantly obey.' Heather smiled wryly. 'He went back and had another go at those flowers, but it was only token defiance. Like a naughty little boy.' 'What happened next?' Vic wondered. 'That was it, really. I led the way and he followed. No rope or anything. One of the farm lads had that, and I'd forgotten to take it off him.' 'Brutus just followed you?' 'Yes. I'd say he followed as obediently as Gyp, Dad's sheepdog, but Gyp has a mind of his own when he isn't supposed to be working. He's a Border Collie, you see. He would have got bored after less than two paces. Brutus followed far more obediently than Gyp ever would.' 'And you did all this singlehanded?' 'Yes. By the time we reached the roadblock I knew I didn't need the rope, so I just kept going. Those policemen were still arguing about their proposed rescue. They were gob-smacked when we passed, but Old Jack laughed, as if he knew I could do it all along.' 'What did your dad say?' 'He wasn't too happy about being called back from market. Mum eventually got him by telephone in The Castle . . .' 'Don't tell me: the pub next to Skipton Castle.' 'That's right. He'd just started his first pint. He gave the farm lads grief about that for weeks.' 'They got the blame then?' Vic smiled. 'He didn't shoot Brutus?' 'He didn't shoot anybody. And he got his market day drink after all; over the kitchen table, with those two policemen "sorting details". After they'd drunk Mum's tea he got the whisky out and explained the country way of life. By the second bottle they were thee-ing and thy-ing like Old Jack.' 'What about the damage in the village?' 'It wasn't too bad. Dad repaired that lawn and the village green personally, and both of the benches, of course. Then he replanted the flowerbeds for the woman from the cottage and sorted her baskets; made a few gifts of eggs, milk and cheese. Everyone agreed it had just been an exciting day; nothing to fall out about.' 'There wasn't any damage to cars? Or people?' 'No, fortunately there wasn't. The original reports were somewhat overstated.' 'What about that wall?' 'The farm lads rebuilt it. Three days it took. Although Dad stood over them, mithering at them all the while, so it must have felt more like a month.' Vic's smiled moved up a few megawatts. 'Okay, sixty-four thousand dollar question. What about you?' 'Me? I got confirmation of what I already knew. I was better than any man. And I preserved the status quo. Eleven and three-quarter-year-olds are very conservative, you know.' 'I didn't mean that. I meant what did your dad think about you rescuing Brutus?' 'I didn't rescue him. As I said, there never were going to be any gunships.' 'There would have been if he'd gored you to death.' 'Well he didn't.' 'But only because of your bravery. Didn't you tell your dad about that?' 'No way; I just said I went and brought Brutus back, like Mum told me to.' 'Did he thank you?' 'He said he'd always known I wouldn't let him down.' Heather wiped away another tear, wondering what was happening to her tonight. 'That was thanks enough for me.' 'And that was it?' 'Well, he did mildly tell me off for leaving Daniel up in that tree. But he wasn't really serious.' 'I think you and your dad are very much alike. Is that fair comment?' 'Very possibly, yes.' 'Have I just insulted you?' 'No, we are alike.' 'You admire him more than anything, don't you?' 'Mum comes a very close second but yes, I do. He's a shining beacon of ability amidst all that male incompetence I mentioned.' 'What about Brutus? Did he become your best buddy?' 'Hardly,' Heather chuckled, 'but I did cut down on running across his field. It wasn't quite the same when I knew he was capable of crashing through the wall after me.' Vic did some more of that rapt staring. 'I think you're my hero,' she said finally, 'never mind me being your white knight.' 'Does that mean I get to shag you again?' 'Not until you prove you're not really cruel to cats.' 'No more guilt, please,' Heather feigned a sigh,' I'll go feed the flipping cat.' Chapter Nine Heather pulled on her old red rugger shirt before going to feed Graham's cat. When Vic asked, she'd said she had "captured" the shirt after a particularly fine day out, but hadn't gone into the details. Such as how she'd worn it, mud and all, while riding its original owner in a victory celebration behind the grandstand (well, being strictly truthful, he'd worn it first, while riding her and then she'd worn it while riding him). She hadn't mentioned what had happened next, either: how its original owner had carried her into the changing room and thrown her into the bath, giggling and eager to join the rest of the players and half a dozen female fans. Binging? Not half! It was hard to believe she'd behaved like that. A sane, mature adult would have screamed and got the heck out of there. Not her. Not when the bath was full of erect willies and the orgy was already in full swing. No, high on beer and a miraculous semi-final win, she'd simply grabbed the nearest willy and got on with it. What did I tell Joanna? She chuckled. That I never do men more than three at once? Hmmm, it came down to the strict definition of "at once", didn't it . . . try telling that to all the university gossipmongers though! Even now, more than three years later, Heather thought it wasn't fair that she had been credited with the whole episode . . . or, more specifically, credited with shagging the whole team. She had, after all, been last into the water. There again, those other girls had had the sense to get naked indoors. When the action fizzled out they were able hunt down their things and get dressed, transforming themselves back into sugar and spice and all things nice. Undergraduate Hunter hadn't been so lucky. Some kind soul went and found her clothes for her but a cat (probably a ginger bloody tom!) had peed all over them, ruining everything apart from her Nikes. Seeing no alternative, she'd persuaded one of the players to wring out the rugger shirt. Then, making use of the changing room hair-drier, he'd dried it on her while she stood in front of him, slowly rotating through three hundred and sixty degrees. That, as a tactic, was only a qualified success. It was fair to say that, when she went into the bar in her new outfit, heads had turned. Memories from then-on were patchy, even if some of the individual events were unforgettable, starting with her trio of travelling companions greeting her as an all-conquering hero. They'd seen her launch an assault on the winning-try-scorer; in their eyes possession of his shirt meant that Heather had won that confrontation . . . which, arguably, she had. Her travelling companions had also heard that she'd been in the bath and took that to mean she had escalated her assault to include the rest of the First XV. And, although she swore blind others had been there sharing the load, she struggled to point any of them out. Miraculously, every other girl in the clubhouse had morphed into Doris Day. Faced with a lack of evidence, her companions had insisted on plying her with drink. Faced with an argument she couldn't seem to win, Heather had stopped protesting and started drinking . . . again. They were against the clock, she could remember that much. And the game had been played at a proper rugby ground somewhere west of St Austell (thank God it had been an away game!). Apart from those two facts . . . well, it had all got a little hazy. By the time Heather arrived in the bar there was only an hour before the coach was due to take them home. She had, however, had several pints before kick-off and another two or three at half time so, plied with more, she'd quickly caught up. And then overtook. Blokes kept coming up to her, rugby players from both teams, judging by the procession of broken noses and cauliflower ears. She could easily identify the Cornish ones because they all called her "My Lovely". The others had more northern accents, ranging from Birmingham to Aberdeen. Flatteringly, quite a few of those northerners wanted to congratulate her for being a sport in the bath. Even more flatteringly, every man in the room wanted to know what she was wearing under the creased, damp and still grubby shirt. Conscious that, in spite of their hero-worshipping, her friends weren't exactly sexual revolutionaries, Heather met early enquiries with: Who knows? But the beer kept going down and before too long she heard her mouth answer: Search me . . . prompting her latest inquisitor to do just that. Heather wasn't sure if it was his unhesitating reaction or the shocked look on the other three's faces; whatever, something made her stand there laughing while he pulled her close and had a good grope of her bare-cheeked bum. And after that it was open season on bum-groping. More than half-sozzled, quite happy to play along, she stood there with blokes practically queuing up to have a hug and a feel. One of her last clear recollections was of hearing someone shout, 'The coach leaves in ten minutes,' and looking round to find her friends had all paired off. She'd gone for a final beer, paying with a fiver that stank of cat pee and she then turned to find she was blocked in by one of the Doris Day look-alikes. That particular Doris (who'd been reading Behavioural Science or something equally horrific) was worried that her non-travelling boyfriend might find out what she'd been doing amongst the soap suds. 'Four different men,' she'd kept saying. 'I've hardly been with four different men in my entire life, never mind one after the other.' Heather hadn't kept tally but supposed her own score must have been at least seven . . . if she hadn't forgotten a few and you didn't count below jobs . . . plus the shirt's owner, of course. Someone suddenly shouted, 'Coach leaving now!' She presumed that must have made her down her last pint in one. She couldn't fathom what it was that inspired her to pull off the shirt, though. Or whatever made her run around the barroom, waving it over her head. Well, she'd been assured often enough afterwards that that was what she'd done . . . before standing in the doorway in only her trainers, giving a series of bows. If it hadn't been for Gary she might have been standing there still. It had been Gary who'd helped her dry the shirt. And by all reports, it had been Gary who'd carried her out of the rugby club, put the shirt back on her in the car park then led her onto the coach. And it was definitely Gary beside her when she woke, mostly sobered, somewhere near Bristol. As she tried to remember what she'd been up to, she became aware of couples copulating; lots and lots of couples. From the sound of it everybody had ultimately decided to celebrate with sex, whether they had dived into the bath or not. Heather later discovered that plenty of place-swapping had gone on, with players masquerading as supporters and vice versa. There were many after-the-fact debates about who'd actually been with whom, but consensus had it that even the most retiring girl got shagged on one coach or other. Indeed that had been the day when Edith finally got her man. Gary tried to maintain the show of being considerate, but not for long . . . not in a proper gentlemanly way, anyhow. After a bit of shuteye Heather was revived and far from retiring. She had soon had his zip down and, encouraged by what she found, rolled onto her side and hitched up the shirt. That had been all the invitation Gary needed. He'd slipped into her as smoothly as slipping that fabled hot knife into butter, sighed deeply in appreciation, and then he'd slowly and steadily bonked her for two hundred motorway miles. And it was, in all honesty, one of the best bonkings she'd ever had from a man. Corny or not, he had seemed to care about her orgasm as much as his own . . . or, rather, her dozens and dozens as much as his three. Except maybe he wasn't altogether caring. Ten minutes after getting of the coach she'd been told he was married. Gary hadn't seemed to think that mattered but she'd been riddled with guilt for ages. Still was even now, if the truth be told . . . \*\*\*\*\* Anyway, the old red rugger shirt was still going strong, considering that it had had more cum stains on it than that slightly more famous little blue dress. Okay, it'd been washed far too many times and most of the colour had gone, along with the creases and grime, but it still felt good on Heather's bare bum, even if the arms did almost trail on the ground. It's not very fetching but it's still top après-sex ladies' wear, she thought. Wonder if Vic will want to rip it off my back? Heather suspected the answer would be probably not. It was early days yet, but she was as good as certain Vic wasn't going to be the ripping-the-shirt-off-a-girl's-back type. Not in their relationship. Not at heart . . . and in spite of her double-alpha reputation. Not that that was going to be a problem. She might not know exactly how it was going to work out with Vic, but shagging her wasn't ever going to be a chore. She really was yummy. Those lovely big boobs of hers! And those legs . . . Forget three times around the neck, it was more like five! Mmmm nice! I won't be kicking her out of bed anytime soon! The hallway outside Heather's apartment door was deserted, as it nearly always was. Casting around, she wondered how the moggie got in and out of Graham's place. Not through the main door, that was for sure; there wasn't a cat-flap in sight. The moggie was actually called "Charlie Brown", not Tibbles or Ginger Tom. Heather didn't see any sense in the name, but then she didn't see much sense in having a moggie in the first place. There had been cats on Hunters Farm, of course, but they weren't pets and didn't exactly belong to anyone. The farm cats had lived in a barn; they'd found their own food and didn't do much apart from sleeping, fighting and producing the odd litter of kittens. As far as she was aware, all Charlie Brown ever did was loiter about the back of the chippy. Heather let herself into Graham's apartment. The dish was on the kitchen floor and had been licked clean. She emptied a fresh tin of Felix into it, refilled the water bowl then went for a bit of a prowl. This apartment was a mirror image of her own, so she knew which windows opened and which didn't. All of Graham's were locked. So how did the flipping thing come and go? She had a quick check to make sure the cat hadn't been locked inside all the while, finding nothing apart from a pile of magazines under Graham's bed. That made her smile, even if it didn't solve the cat puzzle. She'd stumbled on the mags a few days ago. They were general blend of Engineering Institute publications, Golf Monthly and explicit pornography. And very explicit pornography at that! Having time on her hands, she had plonked herself on the duvet and flicked through the porn, most of which featured men with big willies and women with misty eyes and enthusiastic expressions. There were lots of close-ups of shagging too, including snaps of men climaxing while the girls faked rapture . . . and that rapture just had to be faked; the guys all seemed to withdraw at the last moment, content to shoot almost anywhere except where God had intended. One magazine seemed to be beckoning her again. Not an out-and-out bondage mag, but one which had "SEE OUR SIXTEEN PAGE SUMMER SPECIAL" emblazoned on the front. As well as featuring women fastened to beds with ropes, chains and the like, this included good quality pictures of pussies leaking juices and/or semen . . . But Heather overcame the temptation and went back into the lounge. Frowning, she had another look at the glossies on the coffee table. They (obviously!) hadn't changed from the other day, but were still bemusing. Well, they were to her anyhow. She considered it quite normal for a single guy to leave soft porn (Penthouse and Club International in Graham's case) in full view, while hiding away the hard-core stuff. What she did find odd was the need to hide away Golf Monthly as well. Not to mention the Engineering News. Chapter Ten Heather returned to her apartment, no wiser about Charlie Brown or men and magazines. Vic was in the kitchen, naked apart from her glasses, a small square of sandwich in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. 'Ah,' she said. 'The wanderer returns. Where've you been all this time? Looking at your friend's porn? Or making out with his cat?' 'He's only got Penthouse,' Heather fibbed, 'and the cat's nowhere to be seen, he must still be out on the tiles.' She collected a glass of Pinot and checked the sandwiches. 'Corned beef and iceberg?' 'I did well to manage that. Another day and the bread would have been stale. You were spot on when you said you had nothing in.' 'There are lots of places to eat in Bingley.' Heather helped herself to another sandwich. 'I have hardly started on the pubs, but I've found some great takeaways. And that chip shop next door is excellent.' 'I did wonder how you kept so trim. In fact I'm still wondering.' 'I've a lucky metabolism. And I make regular trips to the gym.' Vic raised an eyebrow. 'You also regularly behave like the Tasmanian Devil, I suppose.' 'As a point of order,' said Heather, 'I never made it across to Tassie. Closest I got was somewhere in your namesake: Geelong, at a guess.' 'Something must have blown across on the wind, then.' 'What, some spore doing over a hundred and fifty miles of ocean?' 'Yes; some extremely potent spore.' 'Hmmm, enough about me, let's talk about you. What's your secret, exercise or starvation?' 'Both.' Vic smiled as Heather leered at her. 'I like being like this, even if I am a bit of a giraffe.' 'Vic, I'm hardly a midget, I'm almost five ten. And I utterly adore giraffes. You won't have to starve yourself for my sake, though. I'll make sure you're so exercised you'll need an all-kebab diet.' 'Let's not rush.' Vic's smile slipped a megawatt or two. 'I'm not ready for anything major. I still need fun and flings.' 'No major commitments?' 'Not just yet.' 'That's fine,' Heather said sincerely. 'I don't do major commitments anyway. Just count me in for some of the fun.' Vic stared at her a while before going on. 'Karen wanted me to be her man. In realistic ways, that is.' 'With a strap-on, you mean.' 'It was more than that. Yes, she wanted me to fuck her that way. And I certainly didn't mind doing it. It changed her out of bed, though. She wanted to be the little housewife in every last way. And the more I fucked her, the more demanding she became.' 'Didn't you talk it through with her?' 'No. I just worked more and more and got accused of neglect. Don't ask why; we simply weren't able to converse.' 'You can converse about anything and everything with me.' Heather chuckled. 'I'll be up for just about everything too. Pre-planned, spontaneous, whatever you fancy. Aggressive, obliging, submissive . . . all you have to do is let me know.' 'Submissive?' 'Well . . . now and then. And only if you insist.' 'Thank you. I'll remember that.' 'Make sure you do. I don't offer myself to absolutely anybody.' Vic re-raised her eyebrows but didn't comment. 'Honestly,' Heather said, 'I really will be up for anything you fancy, whenever you fancy it. And don't worry about overtaxing me. Just lately I've been practically a nun.' 'What about Graham? How's he going to fit in?' 'I don't know. I've only slept with him once. That might be as far as it goes.' Heather chuckled again. 'But he did promise me a long weekend in the Dales. I'll need to play that carefully, with him being my nearest neighbour.' 'Go on. Keep surprising me.' 'It would be handy having a boyfriend next door. In case my insatiable appetite for hard willies comes back, as it almost certainly will. Close but not too close.' 'But . . .' 'But I need another reward before I make any decisions. I always overrate men first time. The second time's my reality check.' 'Heather, hasn't it ever occurred to you that women are supposed to reward men with sex? You and Graham seem to be the wrong way around.' 'Victoria, haven't you heard about Women's Liberation? I'll be the judge about the ins and outs of my rewards system . . . especially the ins.' They giggled while Vic poured more wine. 'One final question,' she said. 'What was that "airhead" business?' 'Oh, that was nothing.' 'No, do tell me. Someone's been going on about the dreaded grapevine, probably Joanna. What is it that's bothering you?' 'It's the labelling.' 'Labelling?' 'Doesn't labelling apply to girls who shag colleagues on a higher grade? I heard they're all airheads or bimbos. Not that I'm letting it put me off.' Vic nodded and smiled. 'I think labelling only applies when hard willies are involved.' 'Does it? In that case forget I said anything.' 'Okay then, if you insist.' 'I do insist. Come back to bed. Let's go stimulate our imaginations in the dark.' 'Eat your sandwiches first. You'll need to build up your energy.' 'Will I now?' 'Yes indeed.' 'Oh Victoria, promises, promises!' \*\*\*\*\* There were only two sandwiches left. While Heather hungrily scoffed them down Vic drifted away into the lounge. Heather swigged her wine in a most unladylike manner and then followed, finding her new lover standing at the enormous, south-facing window, seemingly at ease with her nakedness. Smiling to herself, Heather diverted to the settee and donned a pair of heels she'd casually discarded there days earlier. 'What are you up to?' Vic was watching her reflection in the window. 'I'm getting equality in the height stakes.' 'If it's equality you want, aren't you a bit overdressed?' Heather got to her feet and, holding Vic's attention in the glass, flamboyantly pulled off the very faded red rugger shirt before swirling it over her head. 'Nice,' Vic said without turning round, 'amazingly good tits.' 'These are boobs, Victoria, or bazoomas. Not tits.' 'Still amazingly good, whatever you call them.' Heather dumped the red shirt on the settee and went behind the other girl, wrapping her arms around her. Even accounting for the heels Vic was taller, but that was okay; it brought the back of her neck quite perfectly into range. Vic liked having the back of her neck nibbled and chewed. Nice, nice, nice, Heather thought, running her tongue tip across smooth, olive skin, making thousands of tiny hairs spring upright, like a line of toppled dominos somehow standing back up. Vic arched sensually, moaning as her ripe bazoomas were mercilessly squeezed. 'You're the sexiest,' Heather whispered. 'I haven't met anyone as sexy before; never, ever.' She felt the other girl's stomach, admiring bands of muscle, recalling images. When Vic tensed there she had a six-pack that almost matched her own. The sight of their taut bodies straining together had been awesome. Shaved, tanned and toned, not an ounce of flab between them. 'Ye gods,' Vic murmured. 'The things you do to me.' 'Haven't even started yet,' 'Trust me, Heather, you have!' 'Is it back to bed, then?' 'No, here . . . I want you to fuck me here. Here and now, for anyone to see.' 'My, my Victoria!' said Heather, in-between renewed nibbles. 'You really do use that rude word a lot. I wouldn't have expected St Helena's girls to know such language.' 'It's you Manor girls. Talking all the time we're doing it . . . corrupting us.' 'I don't ever swear.' Then, correcting herself: 'Not much, anyway.' 'You don't have to. You can make the most ordinary words sound filthy.' 'Do you like me sounding filthy?' 'Yes.' 'How about the filthy things I do? Do you like them as well?' 'Ye gods, yes I do. That's why I'm shaking so badly.' 'Is it also why your nipples could torpedo battleships?' 'Oh ye gods, yes; yes it is!' 'Go on then, tell me what happens next.' 'I want you to fuck me.' 'Like a man? I've something in my room, if that's what you want.' 'No, I don't want it like that; not yet. I want you to sit me on the window ledge, stick your tongue inside and fuck me!' Vic's body wasn't just shaking now; it was juddering against Heather, who was suddenly in need of a similar service herself. Later, she thought. Then, aloud, 'Who do you want to be watching? Just tell me and I'll do it. It doesn't matter who you say, I'll do it anyway. Just you name them. They can watch me fucking you hard. And I'll do it again and again. Until you cum in my face and . . .' Heather slid her hand downwards as she spoke. When she got as far as "cum in my face" she gently traced a line along her lover's moist and very swollen labia. 'Oh!' cried Vic, and climaxed hard and fluidly. Without hesitating Heather pressed into an already rapidly contracting fanny, easing inside, feeling for Vic's most special place, finding it almost at once. Vic threw back her head and screamed, her hips moving, thrusting powerfully against Heather's very rigidly curled fingers. 'God,' she yelled. 'Oh! Oh! OH!!' Her second cum was as good as instantaneous and at least ten times as spectacular as anything that Heather had ever witnessed. She couldn't help but be impressed. 'I'm so sorry,' Vic gasped. 'That was the world's worst self-control.' 'You must have been saving it up. We'd no chance of making it as far as the window ledge.' 'I really am sorry.' 'Don't be. It was an honour to be involved.' Heather kicked off her heels and retrieved the rugger shirt, kneeling before Vic and using it to dry her, dabbing with the utmost tenderness and care. 'I don't do that often,' Vic said apologetically. 'I have to be very, very turned-on to cum like that.' Then, noticeably blushing: 'That's why I called a time-out for snacks. I didn't really want you to stop fucking me, I just knew what was likely to happen.' 'And you didn't want it to happen?' 'Of course I did! It's embarrassing to make such a mess, though.' 'It's not a mess; it was a wonder to behold.' Heather grinned. 'By the way, has anyone ever said you have the most beautiful fanny?' Vic snorted. 'So says she with the most beautiful everything.' 'No really, I'm not joking. If I ever have to design the ideal fanny, I'll make it exactly like yours.' 'I hope you design better floodgates.' 'That's unlikely. I'll probably remove floodgates altogether.' Vic laughed. 'Why am I not surprised?' The shirt did its job and was dropped over a rather large wet patch on the parquet floor. 'I'll sort that later,' Heather said. 'In the meantime, no-one's any the wiser.' 'Apart from anyone watching,' said Vic. Standing side by side, hand in hand, they looked out of the window, over a sea of roofs and chimney pots, towards the two banks in the valley bottom. Although night had fallen long ago visibility was still fine. Hundreds and hundreds of dingy orange streetlights kept the darkness at bay. 'Can't see any peeping toms,' Heather said, 'unless Dick Van Dyke has bobbed out for a quick chim, chimney.' 'Or unless Tibbles really is out on the tiles.' Vic laughed again. 'Let's hope he's not fatally attracted. You might come home to find someone's pet mouse boiling away.' Heather pointed to WYB, one of the few buildings still burning any lights at all. 'Top floor,' she said, 'six windows in. Isn't that someone looking this way?' 'It looks like a man.' Vic adjusted her glasses. 'Don't say it's Dom.' Heather was only half-joking. 'IT nerds do late hours, don't they?' 'Dom starts early and finishes at seven. He might have caught Act One in The Ferrands, but Act Five was far too late for him.' 'Was that Act Five? I thought it was Act Six. Or maybe it was Act Sixteen.' 'You might be right. Anyway, that's not Dom; it's just one of the security officers. I can make out the uniform but not his face, which is just perfect. He'll only be able to see us as two tiny, possibly naked women.' 'Perhaps he'll bring binoculars next time.' 'Next time we'll be more discreet . . . wear ball masks or something. Come on, let's give him a wave.' They waved and, after a moment's hesitation, the man waved back before abruptly disappearing. 'Gone for a quick wank,' Vic said, before clapping a hand to her mouth. 'Oh ye gods, you really have corrupted me!' 'The corruption could get a whole lot worse. Want to find out how?' 'I thought you'd never ask.' \### *Author's Note: Thank you for reading this story. "Bedding The Boss" is part extract, part spin-off from my full-length novel, "Unconsecrated Ground". If you have read any of my previous offerings you might well believe that I specialize in sex, mostly of the lesbian variety, sometimes straight. I cannot deny that is true but "Unconsecrated Ground" was written as action/adventure with (I hope) a slight sense of humour. The lesbian/straight sex element is in there as well, though . . . along with a serial killer, old mill towns and countryside made famous by the Bronte sisters. For a taste of my action/adventure style, please refer to "Desperate Dealings" (available in the non-erotic section of Literotica). And if that grabs you, please feel free to read the novel. Go on; you know you want to. Best wishes and happy reading LL*

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 2

Master arrived home precisely at 6pm. My sister, Angela and I were waiting for him on cushions, on our knees, not far from the door. She, with her beautiful Mexican features and warm brown skin was kneeling next to me. By our Masters orders we had spent hours getting ourselves dolled up for him to take us out to dinner. We gave it our best effort in our desire to please him greatly. She wore a tight white dress that didn't quite reach down to mid thigh. It hugged her curves and the low cut revealed cleavage, that left no need to imagine what beauty her dress hid from the world. Under it she wore white, sheer, lace stockings and a sexy white bra that perfectly exhibited and accentuated her large breasts. All she wore beyond that was a beautiful, sexy white pearl choker which I learned had been given as a gift by Master as a symbol of his dominance. Neither of us wore panties that night, a fact that I was partially regretting. Looking at her beautiful body and knowing that Master had plans for us tonight was already contributing heavily to my arousal. For my part I had on a similar dress of jet black. It was not as low cut, but was still quite revealing. It was however even shorter than hers and I knew I would spend a good part of the evening pulling it down over the top of my sheer, black stockings. We both wore stiletto pumps. We both wore our long black hair up at the back, and we both had left little wisps of hair trailing down on opposite sides of our heads, just in front of our ears, purely for effect of course. Her black eyes and dark skin, and my white skin with blue eyes had been a brilliant tribute to our differences, while our black hair and similar hairstyles spoke to the world of our similarities. Our bond to Master was the bridge which brought our two worlds together. We remained silent as Master stood over us. I could only see his dress shoes and the bottoms of his black slacks, but these told me enough to know he too was dressed for the occasion. Heels add challenges to kneeling, but we dealt with it, kneeling in our best poses of submission. Being without panties, kneeling with our thighs spread wide and short dresses hiked up over our hips left our nether girl parts very exposed. I was mildly aroused already and I knew that my pink lips must be pouting, exposed and very visible to Master. My owner stood quietly for a long while. I assumed he was appraising us until finally he knelt on one knee on front of me. His hand came into view as it moved toward my mound, one finger slipping almost into my pussy hole and sliding up along the slit. I shuddered uncontrollably. He brought his finger to his lips and I heard him tasting it. Before he moved to Angela and did the same, I could see his hand brush along her thigh up to her crotch. I heard her take a deep breath as Masters finger slid along her slit.. I almost looked up but I held my pose and waited. Master stood. His words were sharp and clear. "Stand up girls." We responded in unison, leaning forward and pushing ourselves to our feet. We were tall in our pumps, and while my sister was a little shorter than me, it wasn't enough to make the difference, with me at 5'10" and she at just under 5'9". We were like the perfect pair of opposite twins. Master stood quietly looking us over from head to toe. "You two look stunning. How I ever got so lucky to have two girls as beautiful as you, I will never know." "Master," I replied, "It's not luck. It's because you are such an amazing man." "Girl, do you agree?" He asked. "Yes Master, I agree." Sister answered. "Regardless, I could not be more proud than to have you two on my arm." I was flattered, but at the same time I understood how he felt. Master is and was a beautiful example of masculinity. He wore a single breasted dark grey jacket with a darker than blood red, crew cut shirt underneath. His muscular physique stood out for those with a discerning eye. His strong jawline, brown goatee and stern facial structure framed dark, piercing brown eyes. His smile, often hidden, still showed in his eyes. Sister was the perfect picture of beauty. Together we looked like Hollywood starlets out to take over the night on the arms of modern day royalty. As arrogant as it sounded in my thoughts, I chose to hang on to the idea. Master took my collar in his fingers. "We will be out in the world for part of the night. Your onyx choker will have to do. "Yes Master." I said and turned to run and get the choker from my jewelry box. Taking my collar off is never easy for me, but this night I was already prepared for the possibility. I resolved to accept the reality and move on. I took the hard, golden metallic collar off and set it on top of my jewelry box, ignoring the insecurities which always bother me when it is removed. I replaced it with a black onyx choker which went tight on my neck. It had round beads all the way around, with small, silver rings separating each bead. I looked in the nearby mirror and I had to admit, it looked perfect and although the onyx beads were larger than my sisters pearls, it would be an excellent compliment to the look we had in our little trio. I came back out and sister smiled. She knew it was perfect too. Master nodded and opened the door. My sister and I had no idea where we were going or what the plan was, but we were excited. It turned out that Master had reservations at a fantastic restaurant with a blues band playing on a small stage. We had a semi private room at the back of the restaurant. As we entered, eyes turned our way. Sister and I draped ourselves over each of his arms and pretended not to notice. We were seated each on one side of Master, with me at his right hand. We ordered wine and dinner. We ate, listening to the music while having idle conversation. As the evening wore on, I felt Masters hand on my thigh under the table. I glanced at him enough to see his casual smile, but my gaze landed on sister. Her eyes were closed. her lips were parted and Masters hand was under the table between her legs. He looked at me and ordered. "Spread your legs." I complied immediately and his hand slid up my thigh, cupping my smooth, hairless mound. His fingers worked between the folds of flesh and his finger entered me. I raised my hips despite my fear of being caught, showing him how much I was willing to comply. His fingers began to fuck me without mercy. I looked over at my sister and she had slid down on her seat. She had a slight glistening layer of sweat on her cleavage. Masters fingers began to rub softly over my clit in between thrusts of his fingers as deep as the angle would let him penetrate me. It was completely overwhelming. I feared that all someone needed to do was look under the table from across the room and they would see our spread legs with Masters hands buried inside us. My pussy was sending me a message I didn't want. I was going to cum. I reached for my dress to pull it higher, afraid my juices would get all over it, but I heard Masters voice in my ear. "No. Put your hands on the table." I obeyed reluctantly. I heard sisters voice soft, almost whispering to my left. "Master, master..." She took a deep breath. "Please... please, Master." Her hands were gripping the edge of the table. The look on her face was beautiful. She was enjoying what he was doing but fears and nerves were also evident. The mixture was contagious and I felt the same feelings wrapping around me. She closed her mouth and made muffled whimpering, moaning sounds. I could tell she was close to cumming. Master spoke softly into her ear. "You do not have permission to cum, girl." Her moaning after that reflected her frustration. I knew that I would be in for the same treatment as I saw him remove his hand from her crotch and his focus turned to me. Sister let out a deep breath as if she had been holding it, then resumed breathing hard. Masters fingers plunged into me harder and he flicked his fingers over my clit in fast, vibrating motions. I felt my insides giving in. "Master," I begged, "will you let your slave cum?" The conviction in my plea was weak and he knew it. I looked at him. "You know better." he smiled at me with the same casual smile that had been on his face all evening. I gave him a frustrated groan in response. I knew I was going to fail if he continued. I was becoming desperate. He knew me too well, he must have been aware, but he didn't stop. I felt my orgasm approaching. "Master, please, your slave can't..." It hit me then. I bit my lower lip to keep from calling out as I felt a flood of my cum soak his fingers. They were wet and sloppy, still fucking me and flicking at my clit. I cried out but thankfully the music was loud enough to cover the sound. I slumped over onto his shoulder, gripping his arm for support as embarrassment sank in. I had no idea if anybody saw me, and for the moment I didn't care. I had failed to obey, and I knew I had been set up. The only consolation was that I suspected that he set me up for a reason, and I expected that tonight I would enjoy a painful punishment. The mere thought took me to a comfortable place as I gripped his arm, thankful for a place to rest my head. He was moving. I brought my head up and saw him working on my sister again. She was gripping the table again. She must have known that she was in trouble when she glanced over at me desperately. She held her mouth closed but her sound was audible, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." She looked at him with eyes half closed with passion. "Please Master, I can't hold it." I knew he was smiling that wicked smile at her as his hand kept going. "I know girl. I'm already looking forward to your punishment." "Oh fuck," she moaned. "I'm going to cum Master." Her face was red. I could see the embarrassment in her expression. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the room as her body reacted at least partly against her will. She put her hand over her mouth as she started to writhe against his hand. I couldn't turn my eyes away and I didn't want to look at the room either. I was afraid every eye would be on us. Her orgasm was delicious to watch despite the mixed feelings in me. As she came down she placed one hand on Masters thigh and another on the seat beside her, lifting her hips off of the seat. I knew her wetness must have been extreme, but Master put a hand on her thigh, shoving down. When she resisted he said, "Sit." Her face reddened even more as she sat down. We were a mess and the night was young. I could smell our sex. I could feel cool air on my wet pussy. The room acted as if we didn't exist, and in their world I'm sure we were totally irrelevant but in my head they were all staring at me. Master, ever the comedian, called the waitress over for more wine. I watched her intently, hoping she wouldn't notice our overheated, driven look or the heavy scent of our sex. Every hint of expression on her face registered as awareness in my mind. I looked at Master. He looked back as if probing my thoughts. He said, without hesitation, "You may never be here again, and she may never forget you, but you belong to me and what she thinks doesn't matter at all. You're either my fuck toy or you're not." He looked at my sister, then back at me. "What are you?" My mind flooded with the reminder that while I choose to be a slave, what he said was true. It instantly became a choice in my thoughts but I knew what I wanted. I loved this man and the role I chose to live. "Master, this slave is your fucktoy." He looked at sister. "And you girl? What do you choose to be tonight?" She was still flushed but her reply had no hesitation. "I am so your fuckin' toy." She got a sheepish look on her face and repeated herself more carefully. "This girl is your fucktoy too, Master." He nodded. "Good, because we're just getting started. Tonight you're going to entertain a few of our associates and fucktoy will be the theme." The wine arrived and he took a sip. "Enjoy this last glass of wine girls. You're going to need your wits about you if you're going to be good fucktoys." The waitress hesitated as she was walking away, stopping dead in her tracks for just a moment. If she had any suspicions at all, they were confirmed. Either that or she had just developed a few new semi-confirmed suspicions. I looked at my sister. She caught it too. I wondered if sister had any idea what it might be like to entertain Masters associates, then I wondered if I really had any idea. I concluded that I'd best be prepared for anything. My last glass of wine didn't last long. Sister put hers away awfully quickly too. Any added lack of inhibitions could only help us tonight, and we already knew this was our last taste. Master stopped himself after the next glass too. This was my first sign that things might get very intense. We sat quietly, finishing our meal and generally feeling a little intimidated. Master looked as comfortable as ever. Momentarily I felt his hand on my thigh again, and suddenly he swept his finger over my slit. He brought his finger up and placed it on sisters lips. "Taste my slave." She parted her lips and sucked his fingers into her mouth. Arousal crept over us both again. He did the same to sisters sweet slit, bringing his finger to my lips. I turned up the heat by sucking his finger into my mouth like it was his cock. I played with it, enjoying her flavor, swirling my tongue around it and making slurping sounds. That's when I noticed the waitress was standing by me, delivering the check. I stopped instantly as I noticed her. I glanced up. Her face was bright red. Master spoke up, "Thank you my dear. Never mind us, we're just gearing up for a night of steamy sex." I was mortified, but the waitress was more so. She didn't even answer, but she looked Master in the eye and I got the sense that she was not entirely offended or embarrassed. Something in her was intrigued. Master paid the bill and as we left heads turned our direction again. I struggled to look composed as we left, but I was also acutely aware that my wet crotch might not be hidden. I adjusted my skirt as low as it would go. Men were stripping us naked with their eyes. I looked at Master. He looked pleased, and that brought my security back. I relaxed and even managed to play the tease a bit, letting my hips sway a little more as we left the establishment. If Master was pleased, and I was his fucktoy, then I ought to feel fulfilled. Despite my nerves, part of me felt very fulfilled. I have no idea what went through my sisters mind as we left. As we got into the car, I looked at her butt. I saw no sign of her wetness and hoped that my dress was hiding the truth as well. But then, we were gone. Those people were in our past, and our future was uncertain. If tonight were true to my past, sister would be tested and we both would feel the loving, strong discipline of our Master. Set up or not, it was his pleasure. We drove in silence, out into the country. I knew this road. We were on the road to the home of Mistress Victoria, a professional dominant lady. Many men pay her well for her services, but she has one full time slave. He is a strong man about Masters age, meaning he is in his mid-thirties. He is one of the most submissive people I have ever met. He also has a massive cock. Mistress Victoria is a beautiful older woman, five to ten years older than Master, although I don't know her true age. She has thick, long blond hair, a beautiful figure, and I had never seen her wear anything other than black leather. She is the image of a dominatrix as the world sees them. She is wholly heterosexual, but I know from experience that she likes to toy with submissive girls. The most significant thing about Mistress Victoria is what she proudly calls her dungeon. It is the stereotypical image of a stone basement with a variety of bdsm equipment. It is a place I fear, as I also fear Mistress Victoria. Not that I fear for my safety or that I will be unsafe around her. I fear her mind. She has a wicked sense of humor and the ways she comes up with to punish her submissives is truly intimidating. We arrived at her home. Master, sister and I approached the door. Under orders we knelt at her door. Her slave Michael received us. His Mistress named him Shit. We rose and entered behind Master. This place was a place of formality. Slaves had rules, some of which did not apply to us because we belonged to Master. Shit did not speak unless spoken to, and for the most part I did not either when I was here. To my surprise, we weren't taken downstairs, but Shit led us through the house to a room I had never seen. Sister was in awe of the beautiful home, but I could sense her nervousness. I'm sure that my own nerves were not helping her. The room we entered had a large, four poster bed in the center of it. Around the walls were several large comfortable looking chairs, love seats and sofas. The ceiling was entirely mirrored. It became clear that this room was designed for exhibition. At the foot of the bed was a large chest. I could only imagine what might be hidden in there. Master spoke to Shit, who left the room. He then ordered us to remove all of our clothes and let our hair down. We both complied. Undressing in front of an audience was something I had grown used to, but I wasn't so sure about sister. Once our outfits were on the floor, we both let out our hair. Our long black tresses fall down over our backs and shoulders. He then motioned for us to get on the bed. Sisters nerves were very evident. I was starting to accept that this was going to be a long, intense night. Master spoke, "Kneel. Do not speak. Be still." We obeyed. I wanted to encourage sister. I wanted to comfort her but I knew every opportunity for that was gone. Master left, meaning that we could both look over the room. There were no windows. The seats on all sides could hold a lot of people. The room was ornate, with pictures on the walls of people in a variety of sexual embraces. They were beautiful and while they were erotic, they weren't particular to our lifestyle. The mirrored ceiling assured that no place on this bed would be unexposed. It was like we were on a pedestal on display. When Master returned he was not alone. Mistress Victoria was with him, dressed in a black leather corset and knee high platform boots. Her breasts spilled out of her corset as if they were about to burst free. If I didn't have so much respect for her, I would have thought it looked cheesy. Her long blond hair was braided with thin, black ribbons entwined in the braid. Shit came in behind them, lugging a large bag I recognized as belonging to Master. Mistress Victoria looked us over, walking around all sides of the bed, appraising us. The look on her face made me think she was deciding which piece of steak she wanted for dinner. She walked up in front of sister. "This must be your new toy. Very nice Jon. I don't know how you found yet another girl that is so gorgeous and innocent looking." Sister held her face still, watching the Mistress with her eyes. Master stepped alongside her. "My slave brought this girl to me. I didn't want another girl, but how could I resist this one?" He asked rhetorically. The Mistress stepped closer to me and grabbed my chin, turning my head to look into her eyes. "You... If ever I would take a girl slave, this would be the one I would want." I gulped involuntarily. Master had allowed her to play with me a few times, and I had no desire to be owned by her. She spoke again, still gripping my chin hard. "Look Jon, she doesn't like that idea." She dropped my face. "Well, If she ever needs punishment, you know where to send her. I like the look of fear in her eyes." Master chuckled. "This one is well trained. The other needs more, but she's coming along nicely, although tonight they both need a little discipline." Here it comes, I thought. I was part thrilled and part worried. Mistress Victoria went to a closet and brought something out. I didn't see it until it was tossed to Master. A crop. I heard a small sound come out of sister. Master heard it too and turned his attention to her. He brushed the crop over her belly and across her tits. I winced before it was even necessary. Masters sadism always stood out more when we were here. The crop struck across one of her nipples and then the other sharply. She yelped. "Silence." Master said softly. "Make a noise only when spoken to." Shit was watching. His eyes were full of sympathy, but I could see a bulge in his loin cloth as he knelt in a corner of the room. Master's crop struck her breasts again. She moved, but she was silent. Master was getting into it. He asked her, "How does that feel?" She replied after a couple of deep breaths. "It hurts Master." He reached out as Mistress Victoria paced the floor behind him, watching us. He touched her nipple gently. I could not look at it directly but I could see redness on the side of her breast. I knew what she was experiencing. As his fingers touched her she reacted as though her breast was extremely sensitive. "How does that feel girl?" He asked. She didn't answer right away, but when she did answer, she surprised me. "Master, it feels incredible." "Do you like it?" She hung her head in obvious shame as she answered. "Yes Master. I like it." The crop struck each nipple again and then he struck mine and I winced. "Does it still feel good?" She nodded, and he struck her nipples again. She whimpered out loud, "Yes Master! It feels good but it hurts." He struck my nipples again. "Does it feel good slave?" I answered, "Yes Master, may I have another?" He granted my wish, striking my nipples and breasts until they were red and stinging. I tried to hold still but the rush of blood to my breasts and the pain began to consume me. I hung my head down and let it draw me in. Master took each of us from the bed, had us bend over it next to each other. I looked at sister, her face was flushed. She looked at me too. I was worried, not knowing all of her training and not knowing how much pain she had endured. She winked at me and smiled. I am sure the look of surprise on my face was apparent, but the message I received was that she was enjoying it. I was thankful and more comfortable for that. We bent over, looking into each others eyes as we placed our faces on the bed. Immediately I felt the first strikes on my ass. Master continued and I knew he would until my ass was nice and red for he and the spectators. I held my sisters gaze as I felt my arousal taking control of me. I knew my pussy was getting wet and my arousal was showing. I let the warmth sink in, wondering what would be next after Master was satisfied with our burning pink asses. Knowing he was enjoying me was enough for me. I knew the drill. I heard him asking, "How does your ass feel slave." I answered, "It feels like it is well loved by my Master." He chuckled. "Normally I would punish your sarcasm." I heard the crop against sisters ass. She shut her eyes. He continued whipping her. I knew he was hitting every spot that wasn't already affected. She kept her eyes shut, but the expression on her face changed as strike after strike landed on her flesh. Her breathing evened out, her whimpering each time she was hit lessened. Her lips parted and when she opened her eyes they were filled with lust. That was when I knew that she too was a pain slut. She was getting off on it and my heart warmed for her even more. I knew then that our sisterhood had taken on a much deeper understanding. I knew that her desire for Masters pleasure was as deep as my own. I knew that her love of his attention was growing like mine continued to do. My love for her deepened as we stared at each other. Master finished and stood us up. "Turn." He commanded. We both turned in a complete circle and more until we faced Master, the Mistress and her slave. Mistress Victoria was smiling appreciatively, enjoying the fact that we had been well beaten. Master asked me, "Who owns you slave?" I was still dwelling on my pain, but the words came clear and creative. "Master owns this slave. This slave is Masters toy, Masters slut, Masters whore. She is whatever Master desires of his slave girl." I knew that would get to him. And it did. He smiled. When I am in that condition, that smile means the world to me. It's like nourishment. It feeds me and keeps me going. He ordered us onto the bed. "You, little Shit, bring me my ropes." Quiet delight filled me. I was longing to be bound by him, restrained to his will and his masterful touch. He had us lay on our backs with our heads at opposite ends of the bed. I glanced at him with surprise to realize he was holding a huge double dildo. It was thick and too long, flesh colored and each end looked fairly realistic in its shape. Master was quick and ruthless as he pushed it deep inside me. My pussy was soaking wet but the head was thick and it took a couple of tries to get it in. It entered, snaking inside me and filling me completely. It was all I could do not to grind my hips into it as he made my sister back up and push herself down onto it. It seemed that she had a hard time taking it in too, but when it was inside her she moaned out loud. I silently begged her to remain silent, but the words never left my mouth. She pushed against the dildo and it shoved even deeper into me. It pushed into my inside every time she moved. Master brought rope. He bound our thighs together with turn after turn of soft, thick cotton rope, my right thigh to her left, and her left to my right, low near the hips. He made it tight. It forced the dildo to push deep inside us as he bound us together, pushing our lower legs so that they didn't interfere and were directed past each other, but our thighs were all but immoveable. I closed my legs a little. Hers closed with mine. Master gave me a look of disapproval. I spread them wide for him. Next he bound my wrists in front of me over my stomach and did the same to sister. Then he tied our wrists so that there was a short length of rope tied between her wrist bindings and mine. Our wrists were between our legs. We could hold hands, but neither of us moved much. Every single twitch she made echoed deep into my already aching cunt. Next he placed nipple clamps on each of us. They weren't particularly strong or painful, but they pinched hard enough to arouse me. They were connected by a chain between my breasts. Next, master used a thin piece of cord and tied the chain on my nipple clamps to the chain on hers, adjusting the tautness so that her nipple clamps tugged against mine. When that was done, I heard him move but then I heard nothing. Every tiny twitch sister made pulled against the clamps on my nipples or pushed or wiggled against the huge dildo. I was proud of Master. I felt helpless, and in that helplessness I found the most comfort. Master spoke up. "I hope you're comfortable girls because this is how you're going to spend the night. You are free to speak, but you're not free to orgasm. I will check in on you from time to time, as will the Mistress. We'll make sure the bindings are doing no harm. You will report to us every hour on how you feel. Would anybody wish to safe out?" We both hesitated, and when sister did speak, I synchronized to her words. "No Master." He responded that this was good, reminded us that we were free to talk and then he left the room. We were quiet for a while, until we started to get uncomfortable. I think sister moved first, causing the nipple clamps to tug and bumping the dildo against my depths. I responded with, "Oh fuck." Sister got very still and replied, "I don't think I can take this all night sister." I heard real concern in her voice. "I know I can't make it all night without cumming, and this is going to be very uncomfortable." I said. For a few minutes we didn't speak, but every little movement either of us made just added to the intensity of the sensations coursing through every inch of my body. I swear that my fucking hair was turned on and swelling with erotic stimulation. "Do you think he'll really leave us here all night?" She asked. "He'll check on us a lot. He knows that leaving people tied up alone is not safe. He may not leave us here all night but..." I sighed against my will. "He's going to leave us here until we use a safe word or we fail, or we are so on edge that he can make us cum just by breathing on us. I have no fucking idea what they're doing." Thoughts of the devious mind of Mistress Victoria came to me. I seriously worried that we were going to be made to fail so she could administer her sadistic discipline. Sister was a little worried, it was evident in her voice, and it reminded me that this was all new to her. What a way to get started, I thought. Either she has responded with a serious need for pain and bondage in her training, or Master was bringing her up very quickly. Her question was spoken softly, her voice trembling. "Have you ever had to use a safe word? "No" I replied, "but I've come close a few times." "It feels like failure. I don't want to." She said. I was starting to worry. "Sweetheart, don't even feel that way. If something is more than you can handle, use the word. It's not a failure, it's just saying that this is more than you can take. Are you ok? I mean, are you hurting?" "I'm ok." Her reply was short. Maybe too short. "Listen" I tried to speak as softly and as caring as I could. "Nobody in our world will ever think less of you for using a safe word. We put a lot into this lifestyle, but the truth of it is, all it's about is exploring our own limits and learning who we are on a different level. I know submissives who get tied at the wrists and a blindfold on them and they're at their limit. Any more bondage than that and they want to scream. Other people get a few slaps on the ass and it turns them on but a little more and they're ready to go home. It's not a competition and this lifestyle isn't for everyone. Nobody, not me, not Master will think less of you for safing out." "Master told me that too. I guess it's a little different coming from you. I wanted to be like you." Her honesty wrenched my heart. I was quiet for a moment. I was embarrassed and humiliated and exhilarated and flattered all at once. The sensations that were screaming in my body were forgotten for a moment. "Sister, I don't know what to say. This life is different for everyone, but the first part is learning to do it for yourself." "I know." She was quiet for another moment. "I didn't mean I want to be like you. What I really meant was that watching you at the beach made me feel like there was something inside me like you. Watching Master control you was,,," she paused so perfectly I almost felt like I was being manipulated. "It was beautiful and exciting." Yet again, this girl had left my heart exposed. "I think I get it." I replied too quickly. "And how do to feel now?" "I love it." She said with what sounded like confidence. "What do to mean?" I asked. She unloaded."I love this feeling. I mean, we're fuckin' tied together with a giant dildo shoved in our pussies. This fucking thing pulling on my tits is going to make me cum all by itself. Every time you move it's like I'm getting fucked by the hottest chick I ever met and the only chick I've ever fucked. My whole body feels like a sex machine. My ass hurts but getting spanked almost made me cum. I'm a damn fuck toy..." She stopped abruptly. "Holy shit." She blurted out. Suddenly I was loving this conversation. I kept my mouth shut. She continued after a minute. "Hey sis, I'm a fucktoy just like you're always saying." She was alluding to many conversations we'd had over the last day or so. I replied, "So...how does that make you feel?" "It makes me feel like fucking you hard with this fucking dildo until we both cum and then begging Master to punish us. I mean, fuck it, if I'm a fuck toy, let's fuck. I want to go all in." I almost giggled. Giggling embarrasses me. I still answered conservatively. "But what if the punishment is really rough?" "Fuck it. I can always safe out. I just found out I like pain. Let's see how much I like it, you know?" I knew, and I was getting hot as hell. "So?" I asked playfully as I wiggled my ass and made the dildo move inside her. She responded by pulling on the ropes on our wrist and driving the dildo hard inside me. Her idea felt wild and erotic. I was all in too. Instead of pulling back I twisted my hands in the ropes until I could get my fingers to my pussy and began to play with myself as we pushed against each other. We struggled with the ropes as she tried to do the same. I have to say that, once in a while a little rebellion is in my nature. Sister provoked that instinct in about the worst way that you can. Once I make up my mind to disobey, I am going to drive the sword to the hilt. (Cheesy analogy intended.) I drove that sword like a madwoman. I pulled hard against the ropes on our wrists. I wish I could relay the sound she made in this story because it was probably one of the most erotic things I've ever heard. Her sexy, wailing prelude to orgasm would have made a porn star blush in jealousy. This was no fake, whining moan. It was a wail of sheer pleasure. I tell you that, because it took me over the edge. I began to come. The dildo was too long to get our bums rubbing together but I tried. That dildo had me so full that I couldn't believe it and my sister writhing on the other end blew my mind. My fingers twitched over my clit and every touch sent a jolt through me. I could hear sister. She was going at it too. We came together, long intense and satisfying. Sweet rebellion dug into my soul and I ran away with it like a thief. When my orgasm subsided I kept on going, pushing, wiggling my ass, playing with myself and doing my best to keep sister going to. We were both moaning continuously. It was like music to my bound and whipped ears. That's when I opened my eyes and saw Mistress Victoria standing over us at the edge of the bed. Sweet rebellion came to a screeching halt. I stopped without even thinking. Sister must have had her eyes shut too, because shortly after I stopped, she slowed down and then froze with a true to form, poetic exclamation, "Oh shit." Mistress didn't say a word. The amused, evil look in her eyes said enough. She turned and left the room. And that will end part two of my seventh story. Part three will conclude this deliciously wicked weekend as soon as possible. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Please allow me to add that I have developed a great love of writing for those who enjoy my stories. Your positive ratings are what makes this worth the time. If you truly enjoy my writing, please don't forget to give it an honest rating or leave a comment with honest criticism which reflects your true opinion. I would love to be able to have integrity in the system I use to get an idea of what people really think. Thank you!*

Hotel for Strangers Ch. 02

Liz and I now had a dilemma. We had recently discovered a niche in the hotel business and had decided to effectively turn our small hotel into a very discreet and upmarket knocking house. Of course going for the upmarket slant we didn't use words like knocking shop or brothel, but chose to continue describing our business as a hotel for clients requiring a little more than just a bed for the night. The hotel having only eight bedrooms wasn't exactly the Hilton but Cavendish House was an old Georgian townhouse and while it looked old world and traditional from the outside the inside was modern but retained some of the original features, high ceilings, open fireplaces and thick walls -- very good for soundproofing and discretion. After our first accidental attempt at dipping our proverbial toe into this area simply through word of mouth of those two satisfied customers our bookings had rocketed up. Obviously word had spread and while the customers had never specifically asked for sexual favours at the time of booking there had been more than one unsubtle hint that that was the reason for the booking. Liz, my girlfriend and I decided that we would need to take on at least a couple of staff otherwise we would very quickly be run ragged as the business picked up. With a current average of four bookings a night and a capability of reaching up to eight we were either going to be fucked into an early grave or fail to live up to the standards we had set ourselves. As Liz pointed out the answer was additional staff, the problem with this is we couldn't just put an advert in the local paper asking for experience in the hotel business willingness to screw customers essential. We had employed casual staff previously but with our new intended range of services none of the previous staff really fitted our needs. With that in mind Liz and I came up with a plan for finding staff. We needed young, attractive and willing men and women who were intelligent enough to be discrete. Liz had stumbled (so she claims) on a website where fake interviews for the porn industry were conducted, fake agent she thought it was and suggested we conduct something similar to get the right kind of employee, the difference between us and the website would be that there actually was a real job. Liz set up an online advert looking for hotel staff but managed to include sufficient requirements that it weeded out anyone that we felt would be unsuitable for our needs. We agreed there would be a two part interview, firstly a review of the applicants "hotel" skills, cleaning, beds, presentation even bar work and bookings. This gave us the opportunity to further vet the applicants and reject those that didn't meet the look or age group we were going for. Then came the second part which was where we worried things could very quickly go wrong, this would be effectively a sex interview with the applicants needing to show they were prepared to provide the kind of customer service we were looking for. Because we didn't want this blowing up in our faces and immediately exposing Cavendish House we rented a hotel room at a local hotel chain to do both parts of the interview. After posting the advert and discarding obviously unsuitable candidates we were left with seven potentials. Five women and two men, all of them aged between 18 and 22. Most of them attending the local university with a reasonable amount of free time available. Liz and myself agreed we would both be involved throughout the interviews just to make sure there was a second point of view and also we thought it might be a lot of fun. Liz set up the interviews over the next week with the plan to do no more than two a day, partly to enable us to continue running the Cavendish but also in case the interviews became strenuous so we could make sure we both put in maximum effort. The first interview was Laura. 19 years old and a business student in her second year. Laura was 5'6" tall with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail which extended to between her shoulder blades. Laura was dressed smartly with a blue pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse, tights and a pair of heels. Her make-up was light with only a touch of eye shadow and lipstick, I also noticed she had neatly manicured nails which were painted in a similar shade to her lipstick. The best part however was her figure, at 5'6" she wasn't tall but her shape was a perfect hourglass, slender legs, full hips underneath a tight waist and then a healthy bust which at an estimate must have been something like a 34D. Overall first impressions were very good. Liz led with the first part of the interview which she explained was why we had requested the meeting in a hotel room, running through a demonstration of the standards expected for cleanliness in the rooms and how to make the beds and tidy up blah blah blah, all relatively simple stuff but the plan was to keep it easy so the interviewees relaxed before we then moved to part two. We had decided that at any point if either Liz or myself didn't feel the candidate was right or unwilling we would quickly end the interview to avoid too much unnecessary embarrassment. Neither Liz or I so far had noticed any objections regarding Laura so we moved on to part two. My turn to take the lead. "Ok Laura" I started "the domestic side of the role looks pretty good and we see no issues there, but the customer service aspect is in our hotel even more important than the stuff Liz has shown you so far." Laura nodded and even made a comment about the customer always being right. Oh if she only knew how right she was. "And would that be a problem for you?" I asked wondering how far she would take this. "No, I've done bar work in the past and we had the instruction that even if the customer changed their mind half way through an order, always give them what they want without making a fuss or making them feel bad for the mistake." Laura beamed as if this was a mantra that a previous employer had drilled into her. "Very good, but you can get some rather personal requests in hotels" I let the statement hang for a few seconds knowing that Laura would probably pick up on it and ask the question.... "What do you mean?" Laura asked with an innocent smile, a smile that I was positive was a mask hiding a more knowing expression but as yet unwilling to reveal it. "Our clients are mainly business men or women and occasionally after a long day working away from home they look for a little stress relief, we often find they look for that relief from hotel staff, especially when the staff are as pretty as you are." I laid the last part on a bit heavy but I figured a touch of flattery was always good for the ego. "How would you react if one of the clients asked you to help them relax?" I tried to put it delicately hoping Laura would understand. She didn't. "I don't understand, what do you mean by relax?" Laura questioned. I began to fumble with another obtuse reference but Liz cut me off and came straight to the point. "Sex my dear." Liz said clearly and simply. "Some of the clients may ask for sex or a blow job or even may ask if you would do a spot of dusting with your top off. Whatever they think they will provide the relaxation they are after." "Oh!" was the stunned response from Laura, but her facial expressions were more one of surprise and intrigue rather than one of disgust. "It depends on what the hotel policy on that sort of thing is I guess" Laura eventually responded after a few seconds thought. We have a winner -- Liz shot me a small smile. "The hotel policy is to provide excellent customer service, there is and never will be anything written down to expand on that but obviously we are looking for the right kind of staff with the right attitude to making the clients stay as good as possible." "So I would have to fuck all the guests?" Laura asked, now beginning to show some signs of concern. "Absolutely not" both Liz and I shot back at once. Liz then taking the lead "You are not expected to do anything you don't want to do, but if you happen to like a guest and they make a request then it is up to you on how you choose to respond to that request." Liz explained hoping it would leave enough of a grey area for Laura to be able to consider it. Somewhat unexpectedly Laura agreed that as long as there were no quotas or forced expectations then that wouldn't be a problem, it might even be fun. "One more thing though before we offer you the job Laura, we need to be sure you have the right body for the job. You look fantastic as you are but we need to check what you look like without your clothes on." My plans of breaking this slowly and trying to get Laura undressed a piece at a time went out of the window when the blood rushed south away from my brain at hearing her say she was up for the job. Laura stood, visibly took a deep breath to steady her nerves and then began to undo the buttons of her crisp white blouse. Starting at the top and quickly undoing the four visible buttons, pulling her blouse out from her skirt and undoing the last button before placing it neatly over the arm of her chair. Next was the skirt, the button and zip undone and she shrugged the tight skirt down over her hips until it fell to the ground around her feet, leaving her in matching white bra and knickers, dark tights and a pair of heels. Now my cock really did begin to throb, Laura really did have a gorgeous figure, curvy in exactly the right places and her top had been concealing an even more impressive bust than I had previously realised. Laura had a full bra that held her large breasts firmly and I could already imagine that once released those lovely fleshy globes would bounce around with wild abandon given the right encouragement. Laura paused while Liz and I took in the sight of our semi-naked almost employee, "Do you need everything off?" she asked. "Yes please." Liz responded before I could even open my mouth, Liz seemed to be enjoying looking at this delectable beauty almost as much as I was. The bra was removed first, a simple unclasping and the white garment was discarded on top of the blouse. As expected her breasts were fabulous. Full and round with just a hint of droop without the support of the bra, Laura's nipples a few shades of pink darker than her skin sat perfectly pointing straight out. I couldn't tell if Laura's nipples were erect but I definitely was. Smoothly having discarded her bra Laura slipped out of her heels and pushed both her tights and underwear down together, sitting down to pull her feet out of the tights before now completely naked standing and doing a twirl so we could check her out completely, her pony tailed hair whipping around as she spun on the spot. I shared a quick look with Liz and an almost imperceptible nod confirmed she was happy for me to progress the interview to the final stage. Laura seemed quite relaxed despite standing in front of two strangers naked. I smiled and asked her to sit back down moving to sit on the same sofa but a couple of feet away. "Well Laura you definitely meet our expectations and as you can possibly see from my trousers you have caused quite a reaction. What I'd like you to do now is treat me as though I were a hotel guest and I have asked you to help me relax." This was the real pivot point, if Laura continued then she would be employed and would likely do very well with us, otherwise I was about to get a slap and possibly criminal charges. Laura shuffled closer on the sofa, her hand resting on my thigh before she leaned over me and planted a kiss on my mouth. A soft kiss, slightly open mouth. Gradually the pressure of her lips against mine grew and I felt her tongue press against my lips parting them before she pushed it into my now open mouth. As she kissed her hand moved to cover my cock, still contained in my trousers but aching to be released. Her tongue danced inside my mouth as her fingers began rubbing me over my trousers, caressing my length and squeezing my cock, slowly Laura began wanking my cock gripping it through my clothes. If she carried on like this I was going to cum in my pants which was not exactly what I had planned. Kissing Laura back hard I pushed her back slightly and quickly undid my belt and trousers, standing up to remove them Laura moved off the sofa and dropped to her knees in front of me grasping my cock as it sprung out of my boxer shorts giving it a couple of quick jerks before her lips enclosed the tip of my penis, her tongue circling the head and probing at the hole at the end. Laura quickly moved from sucking the tip of my cock to swallowing more and more, bobbing her pretty mouth along my shaft until her nose bumped against my skin. Laura sucked quite enthusiastically, gently cupping my balls and vacuuming my cock with some skill. While I could very happily cum in her talented mouth I really wanted to fuck her so with some reluctance I eased my cock out of her mouth and pulled her up to her feet, immediately her mouth pressed against mine with a want and desire. My hands slipped to her breasts, lifting and squeezing her tit before rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Now Laura's nipples were hard and had grown slightly from when she had first undressed. Her tongue pushed hard into my mouth as I kneaded and massaged her big breasts in my hand. Breaking the kiss I told Laura to sit back on the sofa and bring her knees up. Laura was doing everything asked now, there was no hesitation or reluctance. It wasn't surprising then when I moved my mouth to lick her pussy that I found her dripping wet. Normally I would start slowly and lick around a woman's pussy, teasing her lips, dipping my tongue delicately between her lips and running the length of her pussy up and down making sure she was thoroughly wet before going anywhere near her clit. Laura was already sopping wet and her lips spread wide allowing me access to her inner folds and pink inner pussy. Almost from the very first lick Laura was moaning, apparently Laura was as turned on and up for sex as I was. Encouraged by the moans I moved from tonguing Laura's pussy and lapping her juicy cunt to flicking my tongue directly over her clit. Laura pulled her knees back further and spread them wide almost thrusting her pussy up to meet my mouth, small squeals now interspersed with her moaning. Looking up from between Laura's spread legs I could see her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hanging open as my tongue lapped at her clit, her body began to shake and spasm and Laura let out a low guttural moan as she climaxed under my mouth. Two fingers pushed deep inside her pussy as she bucked and moaned as I tried to prolong her orgasm by assaulting her pussy and clit with my fingers and tongue. Laura rode her orgasm for what seemed like several minutes but probably only about thirty or forty seconds before her legs flopped down and she pulled my face out of her cum soaked crotch, pulling me up so she could taste her own cum directly from my mouth. Locked in a deep kiss we were naturally positioned from my throbbing cock to nudge between her legs, my shaft rubbed against her pussy splitting her lips but not pushing inside her, the friction of my cock rubbing against her pussy and clit could not have gone unnoticed by Laura but for the moment she was too interested in kissing and sucking my tongue. With a small adjustment my cock stopped sliding over her lips and speared between them, one thrust penetrating deep inside only stopping when I could push no further. Laura moaned appreciatively arching her back and pushing her tits up against me before falling back onto the sofa as I withdrew and pushed forward again. I built a steady deep rhythm sliding fully inside Laura before pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. Laura had a tight little pussy but she was so wet and hot I had no problem filling her cunt with my cock. I pushed Laura's knees back up and apart so her knees were almost by her shoulders and started to increase the force and speed of my thrusts. Once again Laura screwed her eye closed and her mouth hung open, groaning and moaning with every thrust as my cock pounded her tight hole. Every thrust brought a delicious roll of energy bouncing through her breasts, her large gravity flattened globes bouncing softly with each push, like sped up waves crashing against the shore her breasts rolled up and back before being jolted up again with the next thrust. I was so lost in fucking Laura that when I saw a hand caress and play with Laura's nipples it took a few seconds to realise that it was Liz who was touching her. Laura was so lost in herself I don't think she had any idea that Liz had joined in either. It was Liz who now guided the action telling me to lay down on the bed and pulling Laura up so she could straddle me. At some point during fucking Laura, Liz had undressed and was now also naked. I still had trousers around my ankles and a shirt on. Now I had Laura lowering herself onto my cock and Liz kneeling over my face pushing her own cunt down towards my mouth. Now this would definitely be the way to die. With a face full of Liz's snatch I couldn't see what Liz and Laura were getting up to but I could feel Laura bouncing on my cock and it felt like the two girls were both leaning forward and kissing. Laura's tight pussy was working my cock quickly towards my inevitable eruption. Liz ground her pussy hard against my mouth as the three of us continued to writhe on the bed, Laura's bouncing being mimicked by Liz as the two girls synchronised their movements using my cock and mouth for their pleasure. My point of no return was rapidly approaching and I didn't think it right to cum inside Laura without at least warning her so when Liz lifted up I blurted out I was about to cum. Liz immediately moved laying back on the bed with her legs spread wide open, Laura too slipped off my cock pushing her face into Liz's needy pussy and pushing her arse high in the air. Moving quickly I had the option of either shooting my load over Laura's arse or aiming to cover Liz's tits and stomach, both girls looked just so inviting. Laura looked at me as she tongued Liz's pussy and my decision was made, kneeling beside Liz's body I tugged my throbbing cock briefly and angled it towards the combined target of Laura's face and Liz's pussy, releasing a jet of cum onto Laura's face, another one followed and Laura opened her mouth catching some of my cum. Another jet landed on Liz's inner thigh and pussy and my final spurt landing on Liz's stomach. Without missing a beat Laura lapped alternatively between my spilt cum and Liz's pussy, Liz herself now convulsing and moaning as she began her own orgasm in response to Laura talented tongue. Laura concentrating on devouring Liz's pussy making her scream and moan even harder. While I knelt to her side with my dick slowly becoming limp in my hand. With Liz's orgasm finally diminishing Laura lifted her face from Liz's snatch and licked her lips clean of both my own and Liz's cum giving Liz's pussy one last rub with her fingers before climbing off the bed. I pointed at the bathroom door and told Laura that if she wanted to freshen up there were towels and a shower through there. Laura smiled and bounced over to the bathroom her full hips and breasts swinging lusciously as she moved softly closing the door behind her as she left. "Well she definitely gets the job" Liz sighed as she slowly came back to reality after her orgasm, sitting up and giving me a deep kiss. With a smile I reminded Liz we only had another four interviews to do today, now really looking forward to getting our hotel fully staffed and operational. Laura finished in the bathroom and a little sheepishly with a thick towel wrapped around her retrieved her clothes before disappearing back into the bathroom to get dressed. Both Liz and myself needed to shower but we decided to wait until Laura had departed. With Laura fully dressed we finally gave her the address of the hotel and we swapped numbers so we could arrange some shifts starting in a couple of days. From the bed, still naked but now covered by a sheet Liz explained the dress code for staff and prompted me to give Laura £100 to cover the costs of uniform, we especially told her to invest in nice underwear and proper stockings. Keep the receipts and anything above the £100 would be reimbursed once she started. Laura left happy. The next interviewee was Tom, due in just over half an hour. Time to shower and tidy the room a bit before he arrived.

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 3

Fragile Unbroken Chapter 07 Part 3 "Audience" Neither my sister, nor I spoke. The room was as silent as the grave and grief was setting in. But then, not really. Thoughts of our conversation just moments before had me thrilled on the inside. Even though she had left the room, the sight of Mistress Victoria standing over us had pushed all of those thoughts and emotions deeper. Much deeper, but they were still there. Sisters knack for saying just the right thing at just the right moment was irrepressible. "Be careful what you wish for." She said sarcastically. Damn, she was right about that, but the afterglow of orgasm was still in me. I tugged lightly on the ropes that bound our wrists together and wiggled my ass again, causing the double dildo trapped inside us to move inside her. She started laughing and it brought on a flood of laughter in me. We both broke out in a bout of uncontrolled delight which slowly died out into short spurts of involuntary giggling. The ropes that tied our thighs together had obviously been intended to force every move we made to stimulate the other of us. Between that, the nipple clamps tied together, our wrists bound together, it was ingenious. None of that stopped the flood of amusement we experienced though. Master returned to the room, but the giggling continued. He had a very stern look in his eyes, but I could tell he was enjoying himself, which only made the giggling harder to control. Finally, he broke in, "Apparently you girls are gluttons for punishment." I choked out a response, "Yes...Master." Another giggle. (Have I mentioned that I hate it when I giggle?) "You girls deserve to be punished." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. From that, an all out snort came out of my sister and the uncontrolled laughter started again. Being contagious, even Master had to give in to the mood. He started laughing and left the room again. A few moments passed, during which I assume Master composed himself. Sister and I, in our delerium, fell back into slightly more sober giggling until our next surprise entered the room. A woman I had never met walked in, followed by a man I'd only met a few times, followed by more people that I could count or keep track of. Nearly all of the seats in the room were taken. There was no more giggling from the girls lying bound, center stage on the bed in the middle of the room. Sisters hands fell limp and her legs which were also still bound to mine relaxed. The gravity of what had just happened was still sinking in. For myself I felt a thrill of eroticism, while at the same time I felt a dread for sister who I was sure had never lain exposed to a group of people like this. Then again, I remembered that Master was at the helm, and this was his ride. Sink or swim, we were already strapped in. There was no sign of Master or the Mistress, nor Shit, her slave. I looked around as best I could. From what I could see there were a couple of other submissives on the floor at the feet of their Dominants, but many people looked unattached. They had a variety of looks, from Goth to business to casual to half drunk. Several were holding drinks. None of the submissives looks up. I flopped my head back down and waited for what was next. This was not spontaneous. I knew that this evening had been planned from the start. Their presence betrayed the reality that we never were going to be left alone all night. It also meant that there was more on the agenda. For my part, that was a thrill. Master and The Mistress returned. Master spoke, "My friends, I've have had to adjust my plan. These girls were going to entertain us, edged on through the evening, but they have chosen to act against my will." He reached for sisters crotch and brought his finger to my mouth heavily covered in her juices. I did not hesitate to take it in my mouth and suck it clean. I detected no motion whatsoever from sister. "Instead they will have to be disciplined further." Still nothing from sister. It looked like we would get our wish. The Mistress had seated herself somewhere behind Master. Shit entered and placed items on the bed next to Master. He picked up two ball gags and walked next to my head and put one on me, shoving the ball into my mouth and wrapping the straps behind my head. It was tight, pushing my cheeks in. He did what appeared to be the same to Sister. Her legs wiggled but she did not resist. Next he placed blindfolds on us both. Darkness took over. I felt Sisters legs tensing. The dildo was wiggling in me and she pulled against the bindings on our wrists, which in turn pulled on me. The cord between our nipple clamps was tugging at my overly sensitive nipples. I felt a little panic well up in me, but I remembered that Master was here and let myself breathe deeply to try and relax. Sister still felt tense. Someone took the clamps off of my nipples. They felt warm and tingly as someone rubbed my tits, massaging them and squeezing roughly. Master, I assume, was shifting the ropes on our legs and checking the ropes on our wrists as they had been in place for quite a while. What we were being prepared for I had no idea, but the night had taken an unexpected turn and the way I felt already, I knew that no matter what, I would feel this for days to come. I was left alone for a moment, well, if merely being untouched could be considered alone with so many eyes on us. My only sensation outside of the breathing and soft murmuring of others in the room, was the sensation of my sister, her tugging on my wrist, and her body movements which were forcing my pussy to become aroused yet again. By now I was longing to remember what it felt like to not have a huge fake cock in me with a wriggling, excited girl attached to it causing it to jerk inside me. Arousal was stirring again. I remained distracted by my pussy. My sister wouldn't be still, but that soon became just one sensation in many. I felt a body against my legs and a head push under my bound hands which hovered over my pussy. I felt hair, and then kissing on the shaven area around my slit. I felt a tongue probing at my still swollen and heavily stimulated clit. Sister jerked as I felt hands on my body. Too many for just the one person who was just starting to lick my pussy. I heard a muffled whimpering from sister and I knew she must be experiencing a similar sensual assault. Hands groped at my tits as the tongue on my clit began to flick softly and relentlessly. I realized that I was being pushed toward another orgasm just as sister tugged hard against my wrists and the huge dildo pushed hard inside me, almost painfully. I cried out and pushed against her thighs with my legs trying to decrease the pressure inside me. The sensations we're becoming confused and I lost all sense of the detail of what was happening to me in my darkness. I was crying in pleasure into the gag as another orgasm built steadily inside me. I could feel it coming and as it hit me in waves I cried out as hard as I could with each surge of pleasure that wracked my body. I was sinking into the trance that I love so much. Words faded from my mind and I began to think in terms of the feelings I was having. Words would not come to me but the pleasure did not stop. I have no idea how long hands grasped at my most erotic parts. The tonguing seemed ever present. My pussy was so full that it almost felt natural to have my pussy wrapped around the thick shaft of relentless movement and pleasure. I can't say whether I had another orgasm, or how many, it felt as though the whole experience was either an orgasm or a series of orgasms, during which I had no sense of the time in between. My body became my mind. And then I noticed that it was stopping. I felt sensations going away. I felt like someone was stripping away my world but I did not want to leave my envelope of comfort and pleasure. I heard Masters voice, felt his breath by my ear, whispering. "Good girl. Relax my little slave." I felt my legs being unbound and straightened by what I thought were Masters hands. I could feel sisters legs tangled with mine and a jolt shot through me. I feared for her. My gag was coming off. I took a nice deep breath. "Master... My sister..." "Your sister is fine sweetheart." His calm voice answered me. My heart wrenched. I did not want to leave my world of sensation and the heady warm feelings of security I find there. My legs were still tangled. I felt the huge dildo slowly being removed from inside me and my body nearly lurched into another orgasm as the sensation overwhelmed me. I curled my legs up against my belly. Masters voice came to my ear again as I realized it was him stroking my hair. "Close your eyes." I complied as the blindfold was removed and I slowly worked my eyes open, adjusting to the light, but I found that the lights were dim and candles had been lit. The warm light was welcoming. The first image to greet me was my sweet Angela, my sister. She was sitting up, looking at me and smiling, rubbing her wrists. I looked around part of the room, realizing that about half of the people were gone. Mistress Victoria was speaking quietly with a few people in the corner. The realization of what was happening returned. I felt my face flush. I turned to Master. He was smiling too as he stroked my long, black hair. I smiled back. His voice was low, the depth and the tone warmed me. "You were pretty deep, girl." "Wow, yeah, I guess so." I shook my head to break loose from the fog that was slowly lifting. "And you were beautiful." He said. I smiled in response. "I wanted to stay there." He shook his head, "No. You wouldn't respond when I spoke to you." "I was ok." I said, almost upset. "Oh, everyone here knew that. You left no doubt in our minds." I blushed. I could feel my face grow hot. "Are we done?" Master nodded and looked at my sister. She came close and curled up next to me, resting her head against my arm. Her hair flowed over my arm like . We lay there together and I rested an arm around her shoulder. "You two are done. Just relax." He walked over to Mistress Victoria who spoke to Shit and he left the room. She and Master returned to the edge of the bed. Mistress Victoria spoke up. "That girls, was a very good performance." I looked questioningly at my Master, who answered my gaze. "This was really about Angela. We planned to test the limits she gave me, every one of them. We just didn't expect you two to go off on your own tangent." Sister and I were too exhausted to react. He continued, "So we had to change our plan a bit. We intended to edge you and bind you for the audience, but since you decided to relieve yourselves I decided to try the other extreme." Mistress Victoria broke in. "I've never been jealous of a slave before, but I was tonight. I've never seen a sub cum so much." Shit came in with two long, thick robes and draped them over our bodies. The Mistress looked at me and continued, "Jon called it quits when you wouldn't talk to him. We agreed that you were ok, but he pulled back quicker than I would. What do you think?" She was looking at me. "I was fine, but I didn't know what was happening." "Are you in pain now?" She asked. I assessed myself, deliberately feeling myself as if to check in with my extremities. "No. I'm fine.." The Mistress looked at Jon, "See? She's alright." She looked at my sister. "And you? You seemed to love every minute of it." Sister didn't answer at first. "I'm fine. We'll see how I feel tomorrow." I smiled, wondering if tomorrow had already arrived. I spoke up, understanding her line of questioning. "I really was ok." I didn't know how to tell them how I felt. I looked at Master. "I can't say what I mean." I said as honestly as I knew how. "You could have continued." Mistress shook her head. "No. You were tied up long enough. You needed to come out of the ropes no matter what. Do you want more?" I thought about that. I looked at sister. Her hand was resting in my thigh, and she squeezed it. "Yes." I looked at Master. "Master, I want more." Master had never let a session continue when I would not respond to him coherently. We all knew that what I was experiencing was not particularly unusual for a submissive, but Master had always been adamant that for him it was a hard limit. He looked at us, thinking for a long time before he spoke. "Nope. Not tonight. You girls are done. I am very pleased with you both, although I still haven't decided how I'm going to deal with your little rebellion." Mistress nodded at him. "I respect that Jon. If you're not comfortable I have other options for the group. I'm pissed at Shit." She smiled at him. He cowered, but he smiled back. It was obvious that he wanted to play. She continued, "So he has no fun tonight. But we have a couple of other subs here, with Tops I've been teaching." A scowl crossed Shit's face and she kicked him lightly before finishing her statement. "We'll see what they can come up with and have a little more fun." She paused. "I've got to tell you Jon. You have something special. I believe her when she says she wants more, and the other one looks hungry. They want it and they can take it." Master shook his head. She nodded and turned away. Master guided my sister and I off of the bed and helped us wrap ourselves in the soft, fluffy robes. Shit brought us water which was just what I needed. We were guided to a comfy love seat where we sat down on either side of Master, I on his right, sister on his left, which brought back to mind the way this evening began, in the restaurant with delicious wine and Masters fingers between my legs. I reached across Masters lap and took sisters hand, then rested my head on his shoulder. We held hands and watched as new entertainment unfolded. I was only mildly interested in the goings on in the room. I thought over the evening for a long time. I was sore in places but very fulfilled. I thought about Master, wishing he would let me stay in the deep, warm places my body went when I was so fully under his hand. Still, knowing the depth of his concern for me which governed his decisions was enough to overwhelm with devotion to him. I curled up tighter against his arm. I thought about the sheer sexual ecstasy that he had given me, almost more than I could take, dancing right up to the line of my tolerance but not going so far as to harm me. That's when I realized that Master had not even had an orgasm. He'd spent the whole night steeped in sex and I knew he must be very ready. Memories of his cum on me and entering me were all I needed. I had an idea. As a young man and another girl were being escorted onto the bed by two Dominant trainees of the Mistress, I took the hand of sisters which I was holding and placed it over Masters cock with my hand on top. She looked over at me and I winked as I led her hand over the mound of flesh. I felt him swelling under our touch. I leaned up and pressed my lips against his ear, whispering, "Master, your fucktoy knows you have not cum tonight. She wants it. She wants to share it with her beautiful sister." Masters cock grew fast under our grip. It was full and already straining in his pants. Sister was stroking its length on her own now. I continued my seduction, "Master, please give us your gift. Let us have your cum." I took my hand off of sisters hand and ran it up under his shirt, over his muscular chest. He was not resisting. I continued, "May your girls please you Master? May we do it here?" Master didn't say a word. He nodded his head in approval and I slithered to my knees on the floor in front of him as the show began behind me. I opened my robe for him, not caring who watched, I let it slide down my back to the floor. Reaching for him, sister moved her hand so that I could release him from his trousers. I pulled and yanked with assistance from him and sister until his pants were at his ankles. Sister brought her feet up onto the love-seat and as his cock sprang out of its restriction she took it in one hand, wrapping her mouth over the head. Finishing my work with his pants I squeezed a hand between his thighs, reaching for his balls. He spread his thighs wide as his head went back, resting against the couch. I snaked a finger behind his scrotum and pressed his perineal bulge where I anticipated I would feel his cock unloading the treasure that I wanted. I pressed and massaged, making sure not to neglect his delicious testicles., gently kneading them as well as I watched sister suck him. Before long she was showing me how well her skills had developed. I watched her lips pressing into his trim pubic hair, his cock swelling her throat. Master moaned in pleasure each time his cock went down her throat. She slid her face off of his cock, letting it pop free of the grip of her lips and looked at me as if to offer him. I stood up on my knees and slipped him all the way in. Sister encouraged me as I began to fuck him with my velvet throat. "Mmm, sister you look so hot sucking Masters cock." Despite the exhaustion in my body, I was becoming aroused. I pulled off of him and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I want to share his cum with you." She looked at me, leaned toward my ear and blew my mind. "I want to lick his cum off your body." Master was watching us. I half expected him to take control but when his eyes scanned the room I looked around too. The people near us were all watching my sister and I. At looked back at her with intention in my eyes and nodded. My breath picked up as I slid his cock down my throat again. I knew what to do. I fucked his cock with my throat while sisters hand gripped his balls. She was kissing his thigh, his stomach, my cheek, while my hand remained tucked under her hand with my fingers behind his balls, pressing there as my mouth sucked him hard. Without warning his hands grabbed my hair. I felt a throbbing surge start at my fingertips and a huge burst of cum streamed into my mouth. I swallowed a good bit of it and then carefully held as much as I could in my mouth. It was difficult to suck him without swallowing and my mouth overflowed with the slightly tangy fluid. I felt his cum dripping off of my chin. I pulled my hands from under him, holding my tits up, angling myself so not one drop of that precious treasure would go to waste. As his orgasm subsided, I pulled my head back. Pearl white dribbles of cum were still pouring out of his cock as I turned to sister and opened my mouth for her, expecting a kiss, but to my surprise her tongue snaked over the bottom of my chin before she planted her lips in mine and shoved her tongue into the pool of cum I held for her. I pushed it out as our lips met and I felt the slipperyness of it smear over our lips. I drew up, kissing her passionately as Masters seed fell down our chins and dripped onto my tits. I heard someone from nearby exclaim, "Shit, Jon, what do you give these girls." Master grunted an unintelligible response. I turned toward the voice to see a man watching us and pointed to his cock, licking up a small trail of his cum. The man chuckled. I smiled my way back into our kiss, sucking cum from her lips as I did. We stared in each other's eyes as I trailed my tongue down over her chin, but she pulled away and resting on his knee, she leaned down. I felt her hand on my back pulling me closer as she licked at my tits. I held them up for her, bringing each drop of cum to her lips, saving the last few drops on my hardened nipple for last. She sucked it off and then smiled up at me with her cum covered chin and cheeks before coming in for another kiss. I met her with my tongue and licked her face clean, swirling my tongue down a little slick trail of leftovers on her neck. She turned to Master as I licked my lips and sunk back to my knees. He turned to her as she spoke, "Master, your girls live for your pleasure. Thank you for letting us please you. May we serve you further?" As if it was timed, her beautiful black hair fell down off of her back onto his lap. Her words were eloquent and beautiful and Master responded by quietly shaking his head and brushing her hair out of her face. "Rest girls. I am very pleased." My sister smiled brightly. I could see in her eyes that his pleasure touched her deeply. She and I were we becoming like one. So quickly, so easily, with the guidance of Masters training hand, we had become alike in our desire to please him. I rested my cheek on his knee and he placed a hand gently on my head. I had all but forgotten our audience and the goings on in the room. My thoughts were absorbed with our mutual pleasure. Master called me back to his side on the love-seat and he draped the robe over my shoulders. We huddled close to him, our Master, our lover, our teacher and our friend. The night passed quickly for me after that. We watched the young man and woman on the bed who were in training, as Mistress Victoria appraised the progress of the two men in her training as Dominants. It lacked the finesse I had grown accustomed to but I didn't care. Sister asked a dozen great questions of Master, relating to the scene before us and the lifestyle she had embraced. Master was enjoying the conversation and I sat quietly, listening to her soft voice, and his deep, smooth responses. I drifted off to sleep with my head on Masters shoulder. I do not think I have ever felt more content. I was awakened. I had no idea what time it was. Sister and I were alone and she wrapped my robe around me, leading me to a room where Master was resting on a huge bed. He beckoned us to him and we drifted off to sleep in his arms. The next day we slept late, waking to a nice meal as guests of Mistress Victoria. I saw a side of her that I did not know existed. We spent the hours in our robes. She showed up in jeans and a t-shirt and had casual air about her. Her makeup was light and pleasant instead of dark and intimidating. She was gorgeous. Both sister and I were sore in places we didn't know we could experience pain. For me, that left me with a heady comfort and calm that I live for. The happiness that Master showed in his mood, was my reward. I was as happy as any time in my life, but I was concerned for my sister. I probed her for how she felt, but it didn't take long to realize that I had no need for concern. Yet again, her comfort and desire for a life of submission made me rest easy. Mistress Victoria, listening to our conversation had questions too and she and sister had a great conversation. I marveled at sisters ability to absorb information and learn like a sponge things which she then could immediately translate into her mode of action. The greatest benefit was that as she learned I began to worry less about her future in our lifestyle. This girl was a pure, natural submissive. The beginning of the weekend had me wondering what she would be like if she tapped into the dominant side that she had bruised my lip with two days before. If she were half as adept at that as she was as a submissive, she was going to light our world on fire. We spent the day there. As it progressed, we learned that we had been monitored while we were alone, tied together on the bed. We did not know how, but discussions between Master and the Mistress revealed that they had deliberately changed their plans when we decided to rebel and pleasure ourselves. Either they knew what we were saying, or they guessed our intent perfectly. My guess was that Shit was listening to us, but I don't know. Instead of giving us the test of pain that we wanted, they decided to drive us as hard into as much pleasure as we could stand and follow through with learning my sisters reaction to being in front of an audience. Instead of using us as a training example in S&M, we were examples of creativity and adaptability in developing a relationship between Dominant and submissive. Telling us we were going to be there all night was designed to add intensity to our solitude. Rarely had I been given a glimpse into the thinking that went behind a session like the one we had experienced, and I think we were hearing this more for my sisters benefit than my own, but I still found it interesting and provocative. As the evening wore on we returned to Masters home. My sister had to leave, to her other world, the false world where nobody knew the sexy, intelligent, seductive submissive girl that was so dear to Master and this slave. I missed her before she was even gone. She knelt for Master, next to me, before getting in her car. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at him. Her voice did not betray her emotion though as she spoke. "Master, thank you. I...your girl has never felt...well...so happy." She looked down. "I know that must sound crazy." Master lifted her chin. "No girl. That's why we live the way we do." "Yes", I thought to myself. "Yes, that's why we live the way we live." Angela, my sister and lover had brought me happiness too. This, for us, is more than a simple exchange of power. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *I have developed a great love of writing for those who enjoy my stories. Your positive ratings are what makes this worth the time. If you truly enjoy my writing, please don't forget to give it an honest rating or better yet, leave a comment with honest criticism which reflects your true opinion. I would love to be able to have integrity in the system I use to get an idea of what people really think. Thank you!*

Matt, Suze, and Kerry

I was 20 years old and a junior in college. I played on the football and wrestling teams but my real love was the drama club. I'd already been in a couple of plays and I was pretty good, too; at least, that's what my friends told me. But the real reason I gravitated toward drama was the girls in the club. They were pretty, flirty, and (so I'd heard) horny. Maybe it was a manifestation of their artistic orientation; their expressive, emotive tendencies. Or maybe they were just flirty and horny. I didn't have much experience with girls and desperately wanted some. The little dating I'd done in high school hadn't gone very far sexually so at 20 I was still a virgin. And while I really really wanted to change that, I was also afraid of being awkward with more experienced college women, so I was too shy to ask anyone out. Pretty pathetic. It happened during a cast party following our last performance of "West Side Story." Susan Martin gave me a ride to the party, which was a real coup for me: 'Suze' was 21, a senior, a cheerleader, and a total babe. I'd been lusting after her since the first play rehearsal. She had long blonde hair, a beautiful face with deep blue eyes, and a California tan covering a knockout body. She almost always wore tight short-shorts that showed off her long, toned legs, and hugged her perfect behind like a second skin. It took me twice as long as it should have to learn my part in the play because at least half of my attention was always on Suze. She had always been nice to me, but never seemed to show much real interest. Which wasn't surprising: smarter, better looking guys were always hanging around her and it was obvious to me that she could have had any man she wanted. I thought of myself as reasonably good looking, and I was taller and more muscular than most guys guys I knew. But I was just a second-string wide receiver on the football team; her most recent boyfriend was the starting quarterback. So when she asked me if I wanted a ride to the cast party, and I realized on the way to her car that it was just me and her, I was floored. "Oh my God, Matt, can you believe it's over?" she said as we walked through the parking lot. "We were great tonight! I wish we could just keep doing this play for months, like they do on Broadway." I walked a bit behind Suze on the pretense of following her to her car. It was a very warm night, and she was dressed accordingly: I watched her rear end as it moved like a living thing under her trademark thin white short-shorts, which positively glowed under the lights. Just above her butt, I thought I could just make out a distinctive triangle that announced the presence of thong underwear. Just watching her, I felt myself starting to get hard. I picked up my stride a bit to catch up with her, then sneaked sideways peeks at her large breasts, which bounced a bit under a tight peach crop top as she walked. I couldn't tell whether she was wearing a bra or not. I hoped I'd find out before the night was out. "You were outstanding tonight," I said. Which was true. With her looks and her excellent singing voice, Suze was the perfect 'Maria.' "I, on the other hand, totally messed up my part in the gang fight scene. I don't understand how I could get it right five times in a row then blow it on the last night." "Don't worry about it," Suze said as we reached her parents' SUV. "It was the kind of mistake that nobody in the audience could have possibly noticed." She opened up the car and slid behind the wheel. I climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door, and Suze pulled out into traffic. "Well, Kerry," she said, "how'd you like the play?" Surprised, I looked at Suze, then turned to look behind me. "Great!" said the girl in the back seat. She grinned at me. She appeared to be 17 or 18 years old, and looked like a younger version of Susan Martin. With a sinking feeling I scaled down my expectations for the evening. "Matt Peters, meet my little sister Kerry," said Suze. "Kerry, this is Matt." "Hi, Matt" said Kerry. "Kerry's 18 and a senior in high school. She wanted to see the play and I invited her to the wrap party, too," Suze said. "Ah," I said. "You screwed up in the gang fight, right Matt? I could tell because you sort of stopped and rolled your eyes, and you weren't moving the way the other guys were." "Kerry!" said Suze. "Shit!" I said. "I KNEW everybody would notice." "I don't think so," said Kerry. "I only noticed 'cause I was watching you, because Suze said she likes you." "Dammit, Kerry!" said Suze. She likes me? I felt a warm glow start in my chest. It worked its way up to my face, and down towards my nether regions. I looked at Suze, who was staring straight ahead at the road. "God, I am so embarrassed," she muttered. But there was a small grin on her face. "Don't be," I told her. I decided to take a major chance. "I was seriously in lust with you when I first saw you, and that feeling has only grown since I've had the chance to get to know you. I haven't done anything about it, though, because I know you have a boyfriend and because, well... I'm nobody." She glanced at me, and grinned again as her eyes moved from my face, down over my body, and back up to meet my gaze. "You are DEFINITELY not a nobody," she said as she returned her attention to the road. "And my boyfriend and I are through. I told him that I like somebody else." I thought I might explode from the way she had looked me over. It was a serious turn on and I was pretty sure that it was also an invitation of sorts. I had no experience to tell me what to do next, but I couldn't just sit there. I inched my left hand towards her, not sure if I should let it rest on her hand or on her leg. Her hand was the safe bet but I decided to go for broke. My hand moved across the center console and ever so casually came to rest on her bare thigh. I sneaked a sideways glance. She was still grinning, which I figured was good news for me. I was certain of it when she placed her free hand over mine. "Are we there yet?" Kerry asked from the back seat. Jesus! I'd totally forgotten about her. "Almost," said Suze. I felt her hand move mine down her smooth bare leg almost to the knee, and then back up again – all the way to the top of her thigh. My hand was now resting on the material of her shorts, and when I glanced sideways again I realized that the tips of my fingers were maybe an inch away from her pussy. My hard-on pushed painfully against my jeans but I didn't dare try to adjust it for fear of Suze noticing. I felt her move my hand another half inch towards her crotch. I realized that I wasn't breathing. "Well, how much longer is it gonna take?" whined Kerry. "Almost there," said Suze as she moved my hand onto her mound. We each let out a little involuntary moan. "What?" said Kerry from the back. I had no idea whether she could see where my hand was, and frankly by that point I couldn't care less; this was the furthest I'd ever been with a girl. Suze's shorts were so thin that I could feel the softness and heat of her flesh beneath the material. My index finger was nestled in the depression between her outer lips. I pressed the tips of my fingers down harder against her and moved them up and down over her mound. Her hand pressed mine down even harder and she let out another little moan. "What?" Kerry said again. "You're mumbling, Suze. Are we there?" Suze laughed. "Oh, we are SO there." I was in heaven and I wanted it to never end. But just a few moments later Suze gave my hand a squeeze and moved it back onto my side of the center console. She put on the turn signal and pulled off the highway and onto a dirt road that led to the beach. In the distance I could see other cars in the flickering light of a wood fire; as we got closer and parked the SUV I began to recognize some of the other cast members. Suze grabbed a blanket out of the back and the three of us went to join the party. There was a chorus of "Hey, Matt" and "Hi, Suze!" from our friends. Some of them had brought food and there was a large ice chest full of beer. I smelled the sweet scent of marijuana in the air. Suze was sniffing the air, too. "Now Kerry," said Suze, "remember our little talk. I agreed to bring you to the party, but you're going to see some things here that Mom and Dad can't know about. What happens here stays here." "Gotcha!" said Kerry, eyeing the food. "I'm starving. Can I have something to eat?" "Come on over, Hon," said my friend Kevin. "I'll fix you up. Beer, Matt?" "Great," I said. I looked at Suze, and she nodded. "Make it two," I said. With beers in hand we made the rounds to say hello to everyone, then eventually settled back down on the blanket. I was frustrated: Suze was so close, but with our friends all around and Kerry sitting on the blanket with us, I was embarrassed even to try holding Suze's hand. Half an hour and two beers later, my state of mind was very different. Suze and I were sharing a joint. Fascinated, Kerry sat at the end of the blanket and watched us. I took a deep drag and held it for as long as I could, then exhaled and watched the smoke curl up into the night air. I was definitely feeling no pain. I rolled towards Suze to hand her the joint, but instead of taking it she pushed me back down, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips, softly and sensuously. I was hard almost instantly. "Matt, can I tell you something?" she whispered as we finished kissing. "When I told my boyfriend that I like someone else... well, it's you. I sort of schemed to get you to myself tonight." Suze looked away, almost demurely. "I want to make love with you," she said. "Do you feel the same way about me?" I tossed the joint aside, took her in my arms, and pulled her down to me. As we kissed, my hands moved over her back and down to cup her ass. I moaned as she ground herself against me. I heard a sucking noise, and looked up to see Kerry taking a pull off the joint. I broke our kiss and said, "Uh, Suze," and motioned towards her sister, just as Kerry began coughing violently. Suze looked up at Kerry and grinned. "That'll teach ya'," she said as she took the joint from Kerry's hand. "I thought you told me you never wanted to smoke. Let's get you some water." Suze got up and walked over to the ice chest. Kerry was still coughing so I sort of held her and patted her back. "You'll be OK," I said. There were tears streaming down her face, but she managed to smile at me. I looked around at the others. Some were sitting by the fire, drinking beer or smoking weed; others had paired up and were kissing and touching, oblivious to anything but each other. Suze came back with a bottle of water, which Kerry took and eagerly tipped up to her mouth. "Are you OK, honey?" Suze asked. Kerry put the bottle down and wiped her lips. "Better," she said. "But my head kind of feels like it's floating." Suze and I laughed. "Kerry, will you be okay here for a while? I want to take a walk with Matt." "Sure, Sis." said Kerry. "I'll be fine." She got up and walked over to the crowd standing by the beer chest. My hand found Suze's as we walked away from the crowd and the firelight and toward the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. It felt so natural, yet the newness of holding hands with Suze made me a little giddy. "Kerry doesn't have much experience," she said. "With parties?" "With anything," she said. "She's this serious genius at school, all honors and advanced placement classes. She hardly has any free time at all, and when she does she uses it to build her 'college resume' by working, tutoring other kids, doing non-profit stuff, and so on. She's 18 and she's never even been on a date." "That's weird," I said, thinking of my own lack of advanced experience. "She's as gorgeous as you. I'd think the guys would be all over her." "You say the nicest things, Matt." She squeezed my hand. "Most guys are intimidated by her smarts, and other guys by her looks. But mainly she just doesn't have the time. She'd be in her room studying right now if I hadn't dragged her out of the house tonight to see the play and come to the party. I hope you don't mind." We turned and headed back to the party. "I don't mind," I said. "But it is a little frustrating. Now that I know how you feel, I'd really like to... get to know you better." She stopped and looked at me and smiled and leaned towards me and kissed me softly. My arms went around her and pulled her to me and the kiss became more urgent, and I felt her tongue lightly touch my lips. Soon we were kissing deeply and Suze's body was tight against mine. My erection pressed hard against her and she ground herself against it as we kissed. I wanted to touch her everywhere but I wasn't confident enough to start. We broke the kiss and looked at each other and both took a deep breath. Her face was flushed. "I want to get to know you better, too," she said. We walked the rest of the way back in silence, hand in hand. "Hi guys," Kerry said. She was sitting alone on the blanket, drinking a beer. "Hey," Suze and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and smiled. "I'm so hot," said Suze. "Let's go swimming, Matt." "Great," I said. "But I don't have a suit." Suze tilted her head and gave me a "Duh!" look. "Skinny-dipping, silly. I've got towels in the truck. Kerry, will you be OK here?" "I'm coming with you," Kerry said. "Are you sure?" asked Suze. "Have you ever seen a guy naked? Are you OK with a guy seeing YOU naked?" "Whatever," said Kerry, looking at me. "I don't mind Matt seeing me naked." As we walked to the SUV I willed my erection to subside. Suze handed us each a towel, grinned at me, then unselfconsciously pulled her top up over her head. In the dim light I could see that she wore no bra and I couldn't help but stare as her big, full, beautiful breasts came into view. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but all I could do was stare. Suze bent over to pull down her shorts and her tiny panties, then stood back up to see me staring at her clean-shaven pussy. She laughed and put her hands on her hips and shook her shoulders like a belly dancer, which made her breasts jiggle provocatively. I groaned. Behind Suze, Kerry was shucking her clothes, too. I watched as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse; underneath it she wore a demure white bra. She kicked off her tennis shoes and wiggled out of her jeans, revealing matching white panties. "Aren't you going to get undressed, Matt?" asked Suze. "Uh, yeah," I muttered. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my T-shirt and when I looked again I saw that Kerry was now naked. She had smaller breasts than Suze but they were perfectly proportioned for her petite body. Unlike her big sister, Kerry had a small tuft of pubic hair. She looked up at me and smiled shyly and hesitated for a long beat, then covered herself with a towel. Still naked, Suze said, "Well, Matt?" She looked down at my jeans. Kerry watched me expectantly. I was rock-hard. "I can't," I said. "Why not?" said Suze. "I... I'm... you know..." "He's got a boner, I'll bet!" said Kerry. "Yeah," I said. "Come on, Matt; it's only fair," said Suze. "You've seen us. Take it off!" Shrugging, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and slid them to the ground. My penis, finally freed from its painful confinement, popped out and stood to attention in the warm night air. I kicked the jeans aside and looked at the girls. "Wow," said Kerry. Her eyes were locked on my rigid cock. "'Wow,' indeed," said Suze. She smiled at me. "Very nice." "Is that big, I mean, compared to other guys?" asked Kerry. "He's nicely big," said Suze. All guys measure, right? I knew I had a little under 7 inches. I looked down: my dick was thick and pointing slightly upwards, the way it does when I'm fully erect. I felt proud and embarrassed at the same time. I held out my hand for a towel. "Not so fast," said Suze. "Turn around." I did, and I could feel them both staring at my ass. I knew that I was nicely muscled from weightlifting for football and wrestling. While I was embarrassed at being on display in front of girls for the first time, I was also very aroused. I heard them moving closer. "Turn around again," said Suze. When I did, I found Suze standing very close to me. Close enough that as I turned, my hard-on rubbed across her thigh and wound up pressing against her tummy. She moved closer still, and when I leaned down to kiss her, my penis sort of lodged between her legs. Immediately she moved her legs together, tightly clamping my erection between her inner thighs. I gasped at the sensation. As we kissed, I reached around and grabbed her naked butt, pulling her into me and instinctively beginning small thrusting movements. Suze chuckled. "I guess the swim will have to wait," she said. I watched her ass as she turned and walked to the SUV, opened the back door, and fiddled with the seats. "Come here, Matt," she said. "And Kerry, I need your towel." When I joined her, I could see that Suze had folded the rear seats to form a large flat space in the rear compartment, and was arranging the towels to form a bed of sorts. "Climb in, guys," she said. The three of us crawled into the back and lay down on the bed of towels. I was on my back in the middle, Suze was on my right, and Kerry was on my left. Suze slid her left arm under my neck, leaned down, and kissed me; her right hand trailed down my chest, across my abdomen, and onto my penis. I gasped as she encircled my member with her fingers, and began slowly moving them up and down along my shaft. I stole a glance at Kerry; her mouth was hanging open as she stared at my rod, and at Suze's hand slowly jacking me. "Suze," I groaned. "Kerry is right here." Her hand never stopped as she said, "When I told Kerry that I liked you I also told her that I was going to try to have you tonight. She said she wanted to watch. She's gotta learn sometime. What happens here stays here, right Sis?" "Right," said Kerry, still watching her sister's hand moving up and down my rod. "This is for educational purposes," said Suze. Between the beer, the weed, and my sexual excitement, Suze's argument made sense to me. We were going to fuck, her little sister was going to watch, and the thought of it turned me on. I said, "Well, if it's for education, I should tell you that I'm not all that experienced." "That's OK," said Suze. "I mean... well, I'm not experienced at all." Suze's hand stopped moving. "You're a virgin?" she whispered. "Yes," I said, embarrassed. "That is so excellent," Suze said softly, looking down at me. "I'll be your first." She nuzzled my neck, then kissed her way down my chest. She licked and sucked first one nipple, then the other, making me squirm and groan. When she began working her way down my abdomen, I finally realized what was about to happen. I looked up in time to see her lips encircle the head of my penis. She wrapped both of her hands around my rod, and then her head began to slowly move down and up. As her lips moved down over me, I felt her tongue make sideways flicks back and forth across the sensitive underside of my shaft. As she moved back up her mouth tightened and suctioned me, and simultaneously both of her hands moved rapidly up and down my erection from her lips to the base of my penis. I groaned out loud at the pleasure of it; my head fell back against the floor of the SUV. I looked to my left and saw that Kerry was up on her knees now, leaning in close to watch her sister's movements. "I'm not going to last long," I said. Suze pulled off me long enough to say, "I don't expect you to." Then she took a breath, placed her mouth on me again, and pushed her head down until her lips were against my pubic hair. I was in her throat, and the sensation was incredible. When she moved back up her hands were instantly on me again: one playing with my balls; the other moving quickly up and down my shaft, now wet from her saliva. It was the most intense sexual feeling I had ever experienced... okay, it was the first time that someone else had touched me. Suze's mouth and throat engulfed me again. I felt the familiar tightening, and a growing sense of pleasure. "I'm going to come," I gasped. Suze pulled away from me and said, "Watch this, Sis." I looked up and saw Kerry move even closer to my dick. Suze pulled her face a few inches away from the tip of my dick, but left her mouth open as she began jacking me in earnest. "Oh God," I yelled. "Aaahhhh..." I watched as I shot spurts of hot cum up into Suze's mouth. She swallowed some; more splattered across her lips and chin, and some fell back down onto her hands. I couldn't hold my head up to watch any longer; I closed my eyes and rode the wave of pleasure. "Wow," I heard Kerry say. "What does it taste like?" "Good," said Suze. "Try it." "Ugh. I don't think so," said Kerry. Suze finished milking me, then leaned down to lick and suck the last of my cum. When I was spent she lay down next to me, her hand never leaving my penis. "You're still hard," she said, raising her eyebrows. "What are we going to do about that?" I was still breathing hard, and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. When I could talk again, I said "I don't know. Honestly, I don't know what to do. I want to touch you." "Then touch me," said Suze. I rolled towards her and looked at her gloriously naked body. "You're so beautiful," I said. She smiled at me. I moved on top of her, and bent my head down to kiss her sweet lips. Her hands moved up and down my back and onto my neck, urgently pulling me against her as we kissed. When our lips parted, she guided my head down towards her right breast. I cupped the warm mound of it in my hand, and gently took her nipple into my mouth. My tongue pressed down against her, then flicked lightly across the nipple, then circled the areola. I had no idea whether I was doing it right. I tried what she had done to me, making a little vacuum and sucking her into my mouth. "Yeah" she gasped. "Suck it. That feels so good. Suck it harder." I kept my hand on her right breast as I moved my mouth onto her left breast. As I sucked one nipple my fingers began gently playing with the other. "Oh God," moaned Suze. Her hands moved down onto my butt. "I need you in me. Now." That sounded good to me, but I didn't know exactly how to go about it. Luckily for me, Suze picked up on my hesitation. As she spread her legs apart she reached between us, took me in her hand, and guided me until the tip of my rigid member was pressed against her warm, wet pussy lips. "You're so hard," she said as her hands moved back onto my ass. "Just push, and you'll be in me." We looked into each other's eyes. As she pulled me towards her, I pushed my hips against her, and I felt the head of my cock slip into her. She was slippery and warm, and tight. So tight that I stopped pushing, afraid that I might hurt her or that I might be doing something wrong. But I felt Suze's hands on my butt pulling me further in; urging me on. I reached under her and grabbed her ass. Still looking into her eyes, I pulled her towards me as I pushed against her, and suddenly I was buried all the way into her. We both groaned. The feeling was incredible: warm and wet like her mouth, but much tighter around me – like her hands. I stayed deep within her for a moment, getting used to the sensations. Then, slowly, I began to move. I pulled just a little bit out of her, and gently pushed back in. And again. Then further out, and then in again – this time, not as gently. Part of me marveled at the newness of this act, but a deeper part of me knew exactly what to do. I began to move faster. "Yes," said Suze. "That's it. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Yeah, that's good!" She closed her eyes as I began to fuck her hard. I moved my mouth back onto her breast and played with her nipple as I continued to pound into her. Our sweaty bodies made a slapping sound every time we came together. The SUV was beginning to rock a bit. "Oh God, Matt, you're gonna make me come," gasped Suze. She locked her legs around me and dug both hands into my back. Then I felt a third hand on my ass and once again remembered that we weren't alone. I looked over my shoulder at Kerry. Her eyes were locked on our bodies, watching us fuck. One of her hands was on my ass, moving with it as I pistoned into her sister. With the other hand, Kerry was masturbating furiously. I reached back and put my hand on Kerry's knee, just to sort of complete the connection. She looked up me and as she continued rubbing herself she moved her other hand between Suze and I, searching until she found the point where we were joined together. She wrapped as much of her hand as she could around my cock, feeling it as it slid in and out of Suze. Immediately, I could feel the pressure to climax begin to build within me. "Matt!" Suze panted. "Oh! Oh, Matt! I'm coming. I'M COMING!! OH GOD!!" Suze let out a long, loud, almost anguished moan as she came. She thrashed around beneath me and her pussy clenched even tighter around my cock. Between Suze's pussy and Kerry's fingers, I couldn't take any more. "Oh God, I'm coming too!" I gasped as I slammed up against Kerry's hand, burying myself as far as possible, and shot my load deep within Suze. I closed my eyes and moaned as waves of pleasure rolled over me. From behind me, I heard little Kerry begin to gasp and moan as her own orgasm overtook her. When it was over, she collapsed onto us: her head resting against my back, and her hand still wrapped around my cock. We lay there together for what seemed like a very long time, listening to each other breathe and make little "Ummm" sounds of contentment. I started to feel some post-orgasm guilt about screwing Suze in front of her little sister. When I opened my eyes, though, Suze was smiling at me. "That was incredible, Matt. YOU were incredible. We're going to do this again, very soon. Kerry, what did you think?" Kerry looked at me and grinned. "I think I'm jealous." "Don't be jealous, Sweetie," said Suze. "We're in this together now." "Okay," said Kerry. "It was awesome! When you came I could feel you shooting your stuff, Matt!" "Oh, God," I said. "I'm going to Hell." I carefully pulled out of Suze, gently pulled Kerry's hand from my penis, and rolled onto my back between the two girls. Suze chuckled, threw an arm around me, and nuzzled her face into my neck. "It WAS pretty awesome, Matt. Okay, so the educational portion of the evening went a little further than I thought it would, but I guarantee you that Kerry is really good at keeping a secret." Suze ran her hand over my chest and abs. "Nobody's forcing her to watch us, and she'll be doing this herself pretty soon anyway, so it's really no big deal." Lost as I was in post-coital bliss, her argument made perfect sense to me. I concentrated on the feel of her hand as it moved lower and over my dick. "My God, you're still hard, Matt!" said Suze. "You're like some kind of machine!" "Like I said: it's my first time, and you're so beautiful, and I've wanted you for so long... and you're touching me," I said. Suze sighed and kissed me deeply, passionately, one hand in my hair and the other stroking my manhood. "Are you going to fuck again?" said Kerry. "Kerry," said Suze, "We didn't... do that. We made love." "What's the difference?" "Maybe we'll show you." "Can you do that sucking thing again first?" "Sure, if it's okay with Matt. Is it?" "Are you kidding?" I said. Suze kissed her way down my body until, without preamble, her lips encircled my shaft and her mouth and throat engulfed all of me, down to the root. I groaned. "How do you do that?" said Kerry. Her face was inches away from Suze's as she watched her big sister deep throat me. "It's too big to all fit in your mouth, isn't it?" Suze pulled away from me. A little string of her saliva trailed from her lips to the tip of my cock. Her hand kept jacking me as she answered. "Well, yeah, it's too big to all fit in my mouth. I sort of open my throat and take him all the way in." Kerry's mouth hung open. "In your throat? How do you do that? Why don't you gag? Does he shoot his stuff down your throat?" "No, when he's ready to come I'll back off a little so that he comes in my mouth. That way, I can taste him." "Ugh, I remember seeing that," said Kerry. But she didn't look disgusted. She looked fascinated. "Do you want to try kissing it?" said Suze. "Sure, I guess," said Kerry Oh, man, the idea of another girl sucking me off... But I was hot for Suze, not her little sister. "Uh, Suze..." I said. "Education, remember Matt? Okay, Kerry, first wrap your hand around his dick and jack him off, like I'm doing here." I watched as Suze removed her hand and Kerry took over. "Like this?" Kerry asked. Her little hand flew up and down my erect shaft, and I moaned. "Slower," said Suze. Kerry's hand movement slowed and became gentler and more... loving. "That's better. Now, when you're ready, use your mouth and tongue. Careful not to bite." As I watched, Kerry lowered her head and I felt her hot breath on the tip of my dick while her hand continued to slowly masturbate me. She gave my penis a little kiss, then tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked the sensitive underside of my shaft. My whole body shivered, and I said, "Ungh." "Cool," said Kerry. "See," Suze said. "He likes it. Do it some more." Kerry looked up into my eyes as she once again ran her tongue up and down the underside of my hard-on. I moaned, and my hands went of their own accord to the back of her head, urging her on. "Take him into your mouth, if you're ready," said Suze. Still looking at me, Kerry opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my penis. She sort of stayed that way, with the tip in her mouth and her hand still moving over the shaft. "Good! Now take as much of him as you can into your mouth, and make some suction, like it's a big candy cane." Kerry did. "Now keep sucking while you pull your mouth almost all the way off, and start moving your hand again as your mouth uncovers his dick. And keep doing that: mouth, hand, mouth, hand. And use your tongue as much as you want." Kerry was a fast learner, and she was really getting into it. I started moaning and wriggling around, and when she realized that it was her mouth and hand that were causing it, she started going faster. "Unnh... Unnh... Oh... My... God... Kerry, you're making me come. I'm going to come again!" Kerry pulled her mouth off of me, but her hand kept going. "What should I do, Suze?" Suze smiled. "That depends, Sweetie. Do you want him to come in your mouth like he did with me?" "I don't know," said Kerry. Her hand kept jerking me off, and my moans were getting more intense. "I want to try, but I'm afraid I won't like it." "It's starting," I gasped. "I'm starting to come!" "Why don't you let him come in your mouth, and if you like it you can swallow it, and if you don't like it you can spit it out. How's that?" "Okay," said Kerry. She took a deep breath, put her mouth around my dick again, and started suctioning me hard. And that was all it took. "Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!" I yelled out as my balls tightened, my body started bucking, and my hot sperm shot into Kerry's mouth. Waves of pleasure overtook me, so strong that I thought I might pass out. But I had to know. With supreme effort, and in the midst of my orgasm, I raised my head up to see what Kerry would do. She was swallowing my cum as fast as she could. As I watched she pulled her head back, and consequently took the last couple of spurts on her face. She immediately stuck out her tongue, lapped up the come dripping onto her upper lip, and swirled it around in her mouth. "Mmmm!" she said. "I like it!" Suze laughed. "Me, too, Sweetie!" She leaned over and licked another drip from Kerry's face, then licked Kerry's lips, and then, to my surprise, gave Kerry a long, deep kiss. Kerry's eyes opened wide, then closed as she got into the kiss. Then Suze pulled back. "Well, Matt" she said, "you're finally getting soft." As she played with my penis, a drop of come squeezed out of the tip. Suze dipped down to lick it up. "Hey!" said Kerry. She reached over and squeezed another drop out and licked it up herself. Then, before I knew it, both girls had their heads in my crotch and were squeezing my dick and licking the tip and shaft. "Oh man, I never thought I'd say these words, but please stop licking my dick!" I said. "It's too sensitive!" Both of them said "Sorry, Matt," making it sound like stereo. They let go and moved up to lay along side me. I hugged them both and, just because I could, moved until I had a hand cupping one breast on each girl. I sighed. "I really am going to Hell, I think," I said. "I just had sex with your little sister." "No, you didn't," said Suze. "You helped teach my sister how to give a blowjob. No big deal. What you and I did... now THAT was sex! You rocked my world." "Can I have sex with Matt, too?" said Kerry. "Oh, God," I said. Suze looked at me and grinned. "We'll see," she said. "That's a whole different lesson." "Hey, we never went swimming!" said Kerry. "Let's go now!" "I'm in," said Suze. "Matt got me all hot and sweaty. A nice cool swim sounds great. Matt?" "Count me in, too," I said. We all got up and wrapped towels around us, then walked towards the ocean. Suze and I held hands. We detoured around our friends, staying in the shadows. Someone was playing a guitar, and I could smell the sweet scent of marijuana mingled with the smoke from the campfire. Kerry ran ahead of us towards the water. "You're a good sport, Matt," said Suze. "Thanks for being nice to Kerry and letting her... play. She's been driving me crazy with questions about boys and sex, and I finally decided that if I had the chance I'd help her get some hands-on instruction, as it were. I really didn't mean for it to be tonight. I wanted tonight to be romantic, and even if you and I wound up not making love, I was hoping that you'd want to be with me. And I don't mean just for tonight." She looked at me shyly, and it dawned on me that she was afraid that I might say no. I stopped and put my arms around her. "Suze... I swear to God, I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I've wanted you ever since I saw you. I can't believe you want to be with me. I still don't understand why." She sighed and held me tight. "Oh Matt, I don't know where to begin. You're smart, you're sweet, you're a good friend to everyone, and you don't have a raging ego like all the other jocks I know. You're cute and you have a totally hot body, but you act like you don't know it. And I've known you've had a crush on me. I could feel you watching me during rehearsals. It made me feel so sexy. But you were so... proper that I figured I had to make the first move." She looked down. "I sort of threw myself at you tonight. But it's because I feel like I've known you and been close to you for so long. I've only had sex... made love with one other guy. I hope you don't think I'm a slut." I held her face in my hands and kissed her, then looked into her eyes. "God, no, of course not. Suze, listen to me. I'm so happy that you want to be with me. I want to be with you, too, for as long as you'll have me. You're the best person I know." A little tear ran down her cheek, and her arms tightened around me and her lips sought mine. As I kissed her again, I worked my hands up under her towel and onto the firm cheeks of her ass. "But hey," I said, "If you want to be a little slutty now and then, I'll definitely support that." Suze laughed and snaked her hand under my towel. "I think that can be arranged, my dear... Jesus, you're hard again! Do you take vitamin supplements or something?" She started stroking me and leaned in for another kiss. I pushed her down into the sand and opened her towel. I heard splashing sounds from the direction of the surf. "Shit!" said Kerry. "Cold!!!" I kissed Suze with a passion I didn't know I had. She ran her hands through my hair and returned my kiss with frenzy, her tongue battling with mine. I cupped a breast in each hand and played with her nipples. Her breath came in little pants and gasps. "Right now, Matt" she said. "In me... please... right now!" I moved onto her and pushed with my hips and, in that perfect way that I've since learned hardly ever happens, we joined. I started moving inside her. "Where are you guys?" said Kerry "Oh yeah!" said Suze. "Ungh, oh Matt, oh baby, ahh, don't stop, yeah, oh yeah!" She was wet and so very tight, but I'd already climaxed three times that night and it felt as if I could last forever. I rammed myself into her hard and fast, wanting to please her, wanting to fill every bit of her. Her orgasm started almost immediately. "Ahhhh... Matt, you're making me come! I'm getting it, baby... Ahhh... OH... AHHH! Yes! YES! Oh, Matt, AH GOD!" I kept slamming into her as her body went wild beneath me. Her head whipped from side to side and she yelled out her release. "What's going on?" Kerry yelled from somewhere in the darkness. "Where are you guys? Susan, are you okay?" Inspired, I briefly pulled out of Suze and flipped her over as she continued to shudder from her climax. I moved my erection against her outer lips until I found the sweet spot and pushed, held her by the shoulders, and began slamming into her once more. She pushed up onto her hands and knees. I reached around her and grabbed her breasts and pulled her into me as I pistoned into her. I delighted in the new sensation of screwing a girl from behind, pounding myself into the taut cushion of her firm ass. Suze was making a loud, unintelligible mix of nonsense sounds, moving from one orgasm to the next. Intermixed into this was a steady, "Ungh... ungh... ungh!" from both of us, uttered in time with the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of our bodies ramming together. I moved one hand down onto her mound and started playing with her clitoris, and she began to scream. Suddenly Kerry was next to me. "What's wrong? Susan, are you all right? Say something!" "AHHH!" said Suze. "Oh God oh God OH GOD!! Kerry... Uhhng... Mmmm... You wanted... OHH! To know the difference... OHHH!! Oh, Matt... Between making love and fucking... THIS IS FUCKING!! OH, SHIT, I'M COMING AGAIN!!! AAAHHHHH, YEAH!!" "Wow," said Kerry. Finally I sensed my own orgasm beginning, not in my impossibly hard erection, or my balls, but seemingly in my very soul. It spread over my entire body, down my legs and into my toes, and deep into my chest. And, as I came into my beautiful, wonderful new lover, my lips began to tingle and my vision clouded, and I may have lost consciousness for a moment. When I regained my senses, I was slumped over Suze, my penis buried deep within her, my arms still around her. We were both gasping in deep, ragged, breaths. I gave her a hard, desperate squeeze, and kissed the back of her neck. "I love you, Suze," I whispered. She twisted around until her mouth could find mine and she kissed me, gently. Tears were streaming down her face. "Oh, Matt, I love you too," she said. Suddenly, there was the sound of loud applause and scattered hooting. I looked to my right and saw all of our friends from the play sitting on the dunes and looking down at us. Shit! I covered Suze's nude body as best I could. "Come on guys," I yelled, "Jesus, how about some privacy?" Connie Tyler, a senior, walked down to us and ruffled my hair. "Hey, Matt, we had to check out who was doing all that grunting and screaming. If you want privacy, you guys are gonna have to find a soundproofed room!" Suze was crying. "Oh my God, my reputation is shot. We're going to be the talk of the school, Matt!" Connie laughed. She bent down and smoothed out Suze's hair. "Hey babe, look around," she said. Only then did I realize that Connie was naked, too. Suze and I took another look at the group. Some of them were still in their underwear, but most were nude. There was a lot of kissing and fondling going on. My friend Ty Parker and his girlfriend Marie were obviously and noisily making love, as were a few other couples scattered across the beach. "What happens here stays here," Connie said. "We've been wondering when you two would get together. Nice night for it." She patted me on the ass and walked back to her boyfriend. I hugged Suze. "Well, babe... what do you say we take that swim now?" I carefully pulled out of her, got up onto shaky legs, and helped her stand. We stood there for a moment, taking in all the kissing, moaning, sucking, and fucking that was going on. "Wow," said Kerry. "I can't wait until I'm in college, too."

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 08

**Fragile Unbroken Ch. 08 "Growth"** This conversation was spontaneity at its best, with a twist. I was nude and kneeling on the dais like, pillow covered corner of our home's great room which we call my perch. We had just enjoyed a brilliant breakfast of sweet country ham and the lightest scrambled eggs on earth. Master sat across from me on a couch and we talked. He had a plan of some sort, I could tell by how he acted, but he hadn't told me what it was. Master walked over to me and asked, "What do you want girl?" completely out of the blue. I think I blinked about five times rapidly as I tried to process the question. I failed to answer. "What do you want?" It came again. I didn't know where this was going, but I do know my role. "I want your happiness, Master." I smiled up at him. He didn't smile back. "What do you want from this life?" I wanted him to smile. "Master? To always please you." "Is that all?" I thought carefully. "No Master." "What then?" I want the world to know you are pleased." "What do you mean?" "Master, you are my world." I thought I was being clever. "Then you want nothing more out of life?" I realized he was dead serious, but probably a little too late. I didn't answer quickly, but he was patient for the moment. "Well Master, in ways I do, but the more I learn about you, the more I realize that I see no greater value for myself than to give you all that I am. I never knew I could be so happy. Being owned by you is fulfilling every dream I've ever had." "So you do it out of selfishness?" His voice was stern. I realized he was correct, and a part of me has always known that I am his, mainly because I want to be." I dropped my eyes to the floor. The blunt force of that truth hurt. "Yes Master." What else could I say? I felt tears coming on. "Submit yourself." he said, and I did, putting my eyes to his feet and raising my palms up to him in my most humble demonstration. He continued. "Stephanie," I froze. My name usually meant I had seriously displeased him, and with this conversation going the way it was, a small hint of fear ripped through me. He was still speaking. I had to focus. "You are as honest as anyone I have ever met." His tone had softened, but that could mean anything. "The truth is, I know that you love me and I know that everything you've said is absolutely true." He clipped my leash on me. He led me back, deeper into the corner of my perch, told me to stand, then took rope out of a nearby chest of drawers and slowly, methodically put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then bound me to four iron rings that were attached to the walls by my perch. He pulled the ropes tight so that my arms were outstretched and my legs were spread wide. I was exposed, embarrassed that I had not pleased him and fear was coursing through my veins, not knowing what was wrong or how I had displeased him. I prepared myself to be bound for a long time. I kept my eyes to the floor, not daring to look up. Master laid nipple clamps on the floor in front of me. He laid his biggest vibrating butt plug, a device which has been sheer, pleasurable torture for me in the past. He laid a lash at my feet, (basically a handle with about ten million leather straps on it, designed for whipping and punishment.) He added a gag to the collection, a paddle, a blindfold and a pile of chains. He lay more rope down and then stood for a moment like he was thinking of what else he could use on me. He laid The Pink One, a very large vibrating dildo next to the lash. He brought a big bottle of lubricant. Lastly he laid a riding crop down with the small group of implements. He was preparing to rip me out of my body and drag my soul to his feet. I tried not to react, but I started to shiver. I was exposed and vulnerable, half aroused by his bindings and the thought of these devices in use all over my body. Looking down, I could see goose bumps on my pale white breasts, contrasting with wisps of my long, black hair which draped over them. My pink nipples were hard and alert, the pink areolae wrinkled. I leaned forward, relying on my ropes to prevent me toppling as I let my eyes follow the contours of my bare, hairless form down to my feet, silently accessing myself out of habit to assure myself that I had presented myself to him as close to perfect as I could. Before leaning back my eyes passed over the bare line of my slit. The mere thought of his touch there increased my arousal and desire for him, the Master of all that my eyes were addressing. I pushed my legs a little wider apart, wanting to be more open, more vulnerable to his whims. He closed the window blinds, which darken the room quite a bit even with bright sunlight shining on the windows. Additionally he then pulled the curtains, which make it extremely dark, especially until your eyes adjust. He lit a candle and put it on a holder near the rest of his devices at the edge of my perch. I couldn't stop shivering. I was more self conscious than I had ever felt. His voice broke the spell of fear and silence he had laid on the room. "Are you happy, slave?" "No Master." I replied with as much voice as I could. I didn't want my voice to crack. I didn't want my emotion to be visible. "Why are you unhappy, slave?" Honesty. Honesty was my only recourse. "I feel like I have failed you, Master." "Look at me." He stood behind the candle, the only source of reliable light in the room. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt. The only image that stood out was his strong arms and his stern face. He was beautiful. Tears began to fall despite my every effort to hide my feelings. "Close your eyes." He said. I did, and I held my breath, bracing for what, I had no idea. I could hear him moving in front of me but then it went quiet. I reached out with my hearing. I knew he was near. After a while I could hear him breathing. I turned my head to try and gauge his position. "Do not move." Came out of the silence. I froze, but the shivering came back. I was failing and my fear only grew. After what seemed like forever he spoke. "Open your eyes." He said. When I looked at him, he was speaking, but I barely heard the words at first. I was in a state of shock. I lost all sense of where I was. My knees went weak and I fell, the ropes and cuffs at my wrists holding me up. I struggled to my feet and strained against the ropes trying to free myself but they were unforgiving. I fought hard but I couldn't get free. Master was on one knee at the base of my perch. The candlelight caught on a glittering ring in his hand just above it. I realized what he was saying. "Stephanie, you are my slave, but I would also like you to be my wife." Tears burst from my eyes as I pulled against my ropes. I wanted my Master in my arms so badly. I didn't even think to answer, I just wanted to be free. Master went to my ropes where they were tied to iron rings on the walls. He had tied mere slip knots at the rings, but I had not noticed. With his pull on each tag end I was free and I jumped on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He held me up with his hands under my ass and we kissed. His next word reminded me to whom I belong. "Well?" He said. I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my hands and took a deep breath. My mind was going a million miles an hour as he let me to the floor of my perch where I stood a little taller than him. I stepped back, took another deep breath to compose myself and knelt at his feet. Ropes and leash dangled from me. I spread my thighs as wide as I could. I raised my hands, palm up to him, I pressed my breast forward until my back hurt. I made myself the way I know he loves me best, submitted, exposed, and at his feet. I looked up into his eyes and I could see more emotion there than I'd ever seen in him before. I turned my eyes to his feet and answered him. "Master, Jon, I am yours forever. I am your slave but nothing could make me happier than to be your wife." As I spoke, he took my left hand and placed his ring on my finger. It was like a dream. I couldn't hold it anymore. I started bawling my eyes out as happiness took over. He knelt in front of me and wrapped his arms around me. I let myself sink into his embrace, warm and comfortable We stayed there together, for how long I don't know. I was overcome with joy and that joy was translating into wanting to please him. I pushed him onto the floor on his back and straddled his waist. He grabbed my leash and pulled me down for a long kiss that melted me. I draped my naked body over him. It was time to fuck my Master and until further notice that was my sole intent. I grabbed at his shirt, pushing it up so that I could kiss his chest. I lingered there, kissing his nipples and rubbing my fingers through his soft hair before working my way, kissing down his hard stomach. I tried my best to rip his pants open, but gave up and resorted to the old fashioned method of actually undoing them and stripping them over his bare feet. In my frustration, I think I did succeed in ripping a seam in his polo shirt as I stripped it from him. He cooperated, letting me push him back down to the floor after removing each of my clothing distractions. His cock was thick and growing. From his side I took it in my hand, holding it up and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking softly, coaxing more blood into it. He grabbed my long, black hair and held it in a ponytail as I sucked him. I felt his other hand caressing my ass as his cock grew to a lovely statue of manhood. I pushed it down my throat, leaving a thick layer of saliva on it as I raised my head up and let his cock out of my mouth. I threw my leg over him and guided his cock into my amply wet pussy and pushed downward onto him. He sunk deep inside me. It was not every day I got to ride my Master like this, and I made the best of it, sliding myself upward along his shaft until it nearly fell out, then pushing down, feeling him penetrate me and fill my insides. His cock touches my deep places perfectly, and today, every bit of him had touched my heart. This man, loving, careful Master was going to have me for the rest of his life. I was going have him too. And as far as I was concerned, I never wanted to be anything more than his fucktoy. He loves it when I talk to him during our encounters, and I wanted to feel his warm cum inside me. I leaned over, pressing my tits against his chest. My hair fell over his face. I brushed it away and as I put my mouth to his ear. "Master, this is your fucktoy for life." I pressed my pussy down on him, squeezing him with my muscles, milking his cock as I rocked my clit against his pubic bone. His cock felt huge. "Your fucktoy is going to treat you like a King for life. Can you feel her hot pussy squeezing your big cock?" I squeezed it hard. He didn't answer but his face said it all. "This sweet, little pussy is yours Master. Every part of this fuckdoll is yours to play with." With hands on either side of him, I pushed myself up to look him in the eyes. "I love you Jon" He reached up and took my breasts in his hands. "I love you, Stephanie." "Your slave loves her Master." I repeated, reasserting my role. Reclaiming who I really wanted to be. He pressed my nipples between his fingers. "And your Master loves his fucktoy." He smiled up at me and I began to grind into him, wanting to cum and feeling it building up deep in my gut. "Master..." The words came out without me even thinking about it. "Please, never stop fucking me." It was getting closer. "Please, just own me forever." His hands moved from my breasts to my hips and he pulled me down hard as he lifted his hips and drove himself into me, not pulling out, just grinding the fuck out of my pussy. His cock was hitting that spot, inside me, the one spot that... ...It hit me. My mind lost all desire to feel anything but this hot fucking orgasm as I spilled my juices over his balls. He began to pump his hips into me and I could hear my cum sloshing as he fucked me. I held my breath as long as I could until my voice exploded, screaming out my feelings in all their intensity. He was still fucking me as my orgasm morphed into an intense desire to be owned and taken by this man. I pushed myself up from him, crawling onto my hands and knees, laying down on the high step of my perch with a pillow under my hips. I pressed my ass upward into the air. "Master, own your slave. Make me feel it." He gripped my hips, holding me steady and plunged his cock back inside me. My wide open pussy was vulnerable and ready for him. I felt his pubes bang into my ass as I pushed myself back into him, his balls slapping between my legs. He fucked me with long strokes, pulling all the way out until I couldn't feel his cock and then driving it all the way in again. Each thrust made me moan like a hooker who enjoys her job. I felt him tensing up. He left his next thrust deep inside me, fucking me with short strokes that kept him pressed into my cervix. I felt another hot orgasm coming, and my pride over his strength and endurance was strong. Only Master had ever been so able to keep me cumming long before he did. I wanted to cum with him in celebration of our engagement. I didn't have long to wait. His short thrusts soon had his deep moans reverberating through the room. I knew he would cum soon, and my own was coming on strong. I reached down between my legs to rub my clit and bring it on faster. In moments I was flooding his dick with my juices again and I let out a long guttural scream. "Oh Master, cum with your fucktoy slave. Give me your cum Master. Fuck me." It was enough. He pulled my ass hard, dragging my whole orgasmic body backward against him as he pushed himself forward one last time and exploded his thick streams of cum into my pussy. I could feel his heat inside me. Together we released our sex into and onto each other. His continued pressure inside me kept me going for a good, long stretch, and as he slowed down, releasing his last drops into me, I finally relaxed in exhaustion onto my pillow. Master leaned forward and his body pressed over mine. I straightened my legs as he did, and he lay on top of me, holding his weight over me with his arms as his hips spasmed the last few drops of his cum inside me. He rolled to the side, his cock, still thick and firm, withdrew from me. My relaxation ended. I wanted more of him. My very nature drew me to him as he drew another pillow from my perch and rested against it. I watched his cock slowly losing rigidity and I went to it, drawing it between my lips, tasting the mark of our love on his head before sucking as much as I could into my mouth as it slowly became limp. I let it lay against his belly, thick and flaccid while I licked every drop I could find of our cum from him. I, his slave, lover and some day to be wife, loved more than anything the chance to do this for him. To please him and leave him clean, absorbing his essence, and reabsorbing my own, enjoying it, feeding on it. My service to this man is and was my reason for being. Love, the rare gift, dwelled in our home, and he had gained my lasting loyalty long before this night. When he was clean I took a soft blanket from my perch and drew it over his naked body, snuggling myself up next to him. I drew my long, black hair from behind my head and spread it out over his chest. I don't even know why I did, but in the back of my mind it was like the last finishing touch of warmth in my desire to make his comfort perfect. He played with my hair as he spoke to me. He said many things that had brought him to his decision to ask for my hand. I cannot repeat them here for fear of flattering myself, which I consider an unacceptable condition. What I can say is that he drew me into his understanding of what I meant to him and showed me that he loved me in a way that left me melting into him. It left me with a desire to be owned by him. It made me ache for his control. I needed nothing more than to feel his dominance. The day progressed with him taking me in a new and unexpected way, fulfilling my every desire to know his strength and control, but that is another story. We celebrated long into the night. I called Angela and told her the news. I think she may have permanently damaged my ear when she screamed into the phone with happiness. And so, now I've told the happiest day of my life. At the time of publishing, this was a few weeks ago. Plans have progressed but much of those we have chosen to keep to ourselves, although, when the day comes I will be keeping mental notes of the details for anyone who might care to read them. Knowing Master, there will be a lust filled, kinky story to tell. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 09

*Note: Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-)* \+=+=+=+=+=+=+= FOUR MONTHS LATER \+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Tim savored the view as he swung his SUV up the gravel path into his driveway. Spring was finally in full effect in central North Carolina, and that meant a full Sunday afternoon compliment of boaters and partiers on the lake behind his house. He loved this house, the view, and everything it meant about who he was, everything he'd had to accomplish to make it happen. In some ways, it was a shame he'd be leaving it behind soon. The garage door opened, and Tim couldn't help but chuckle. He'd been trying to buy Julia a new car since January. She needed no convincing that her Camry was a piece of shit on wheels and badly in need of replacing. Letting him buy the car for her, though... that had taken Tim plenty of convincing. When she'd finally acquiesced, Tim told her she could get anything she wanted, and prepared himself to spend a bunch of money on some foreign luxury car or an American psuedo-sports car. Instead, she had chosen the beast Tim pulled up next to now, a dark green Dodge Ram -- loaded with every option imaginable and fine-tuned to guzzle more gas than a 747. Indeed, Julia was full of surprises -- just one of the many reasons Tim loved her. He grabbed the bag off the passenger's seat of his Mariner and made his way into the house as quietly as possible. He and Julia had been at it all weekend, and since they both had Monday off, neither planned to stop anytime soon. The marathon had taken them all over the house, and their last session had ended in one of the guest rooms. Julia had fallen asleep right there on the bed and he'd taken advantage of that to run out and get what he needed. He didn't want to wake her up just yet. Tim stopped in the game room downstairs and hid the bag in the cabinet with all the 360 and PS3 games. As much as Julia loved all things masculine, she'd never gotten into video games, so he doubted she'd find it there. He also checked his top desk drawer in his office, making sure all the paperwork he needed was there. He so hoped everything would work out like he'd planned. Julia hadn't been out of his sight for more than an hour, and yet, Tim found himself missing her already. With everything set downstairs, he quickly but quietly ascended the staircase to the second floor and the guest room where he'd left Julia slumbering peacefully. He expected to see her lying on her back, her chest rising and falling gently, and he steeled himself to experience her beauty. Tim didn't get what he expected. Oh, what he saw froze in him place, all right, and his beautiful girlfriend was indeed lying on her back. Her chest wasn't rising and falling slowly, though - it was doing so erratically, matching the movement of her right arm between her legs. As she fingered herself, her left hand tweaked one of her nipples, and she moaned softly each time she hit some combination of the right spots. Her dark brown hair, which had grown out some since the new year began, fanned out on the pillow underneath her head. Tim stepped back out of the doorway so she wouldn't spot him spying on her, but made sure he still had a good view. He'd never watched her do this - at least, not when he wasn't right there beside her doing the same thing - and he knew this was something he didn't want to miss. "Oh, fuck," she cried out, now sliding three fingers in and out of her slick tunnel. Tim had managed to get three inside her on occasion, but it was also an extremely tight fit. So even though his fingers were larger, he figured she had to be stretching herself pretty good. She continued pumping them in and out of herself for a few more seconds, then focused her attention more on her clit as she inched closer to an orgasm. Tim's cargo shorts suddenly became very tight, and he loosened his belt and unzipped his fly to give himself more room. Julia was writhing on the bed under the smooth manipulation of her own fingers, no doubt bringing herself right to the edge, only to back down for a few moments to cool off before repeating the process. "Oh, fuck!" she repeated, now feverishly rubbing her clit. The way she was getting into this, how incredibly worked up she got -- it made Tim more horny than he had been in a long time, which was saying something. She was positively gorgeous, but the longer he stood and watched the show, the less he felt like enjoying the view, and the more he wanted to get involved. He finally pulled his cock from his boxers, and was just about to start jerking himself off when he heard Julia continue. "My fingers are nice, but I wish it was your tongue, baby." Tim stopped and half-smiled. He should have known she saw him watching her from the hallway. He half-heartedly lamented the fact that he hadn't hidden himself better, because he was sure he really would have enjoyed the show Julia put on. Of course, in exchange for missing the show, he got to do what Julia had asked. Pretty decent trade-off as far as Tim was concerned. He quickly undressed, leaving his thrown-together ensemble of weekend clothes in a pile in the hallway, and made his way quietly to the bed. She obviously knew he was there, but she didn't open her eyes or make any move to acknowledge his presence as he moved toward her. Her legs were half hanging over the side of the bed, so he knelt down and spent a few seconds watching Julia's fingers work at close range. Her scent was much more powerful close up, and he could hear the various noises she made -- the way her breath caught in her throat, her subtle and not so subtle moaning -- much more clearly. He marveled at her mostly bare pussy, following the single "landing strip" of hair from just south of her waist to her clit. He could see how wet she was, and he followed a single drop of moisture as it leaked from her pussy and added to the wet spot on his sheets. There were just two senses left to satisfy, and when Tim could take it no longer, he slid his hands under Julia's ass cheeks and dove tongue-first into her pussy, grinning when she screamed at the sudden shock. "TIM!!!!!" she shrieked. "OH MY GOD!!!" She instinctively squeezed her legs together, locking her heels around Tim's upper back. He hadn't been planning on stopping anyway, but she was making absolutely sure of it. "Holy fuck, that's just... I was just thinking about... OH!" Julia exclaimed. "Oh, fuck, lick my pussy, baby!" Tim held her wrist in place, forcing her to continue rubbing her clit as he tongue fucked her pussy deeply. He knew his tongue wasn't all that long, but for some reason, he felt like he was hitting places with it tonight that he'd never reached before. "Oh, God, if I'd known," Julia started, but then trailed off. It was like somewhere in her subconscious, she realized putting together coherent thoughts wasn't really worth the effort. "Known... all I had to... think of you and you'd be here..." Tim ramped up the intensity with his tongue so she would stop talking. Not that he didn't love hearing her voice, but she'd caught him peeping fair and square, so there was no need to act otherwise. He really just wanted her to relax and enjoy the orgasm he was about to deliver. Tim dug his fingers into Julia's pliable asscheeks, pulling her as hard into his face as he could. As his tongue continued its assault on her pussy, his nose brushed back and forth against her clit, fighting her fingers for the honor. It had been a day or so since Tim had shaved, so he figured she might be enjoying the stubble on his jaw rubbing that sensitive stretch of skin between her pussy and her ass. Julia moved her hand away from her clit and grabbed Tim's hair instead. Tim also needed a haircut, and Julia was taking full advantage of the extra length. Tim responded by pulling his right hand back toward his body and sinking two fingers into her sopping pussy, which just added to her incoherent babbling. The juices from her excitement were enlarging the already-large wet spot on the bed, but enough of them were dripping down onto her ass that it gave Tim a mischievous idea of how to finish her off. He didn't use it all that often, but when Julia was in the right mood, it sent her spiraling off the charts. He added his ring finger to the index and middle finger that were already sawing in and out of her pussy, figuring she was lubed up enough for the extra pressure. He pressed his right thumb hard over her clit and used his pinky to gather up a copious amount of her juices. He gently raked the tip of his pinky over her perfect pink rosebud, giving her a split-second warning before pushing it inside her. Julia's eyes shot open and she looked at him in amazement, but he never gave her the chance to say anything. He fucked her with all four fingers and rubbed her clit furiously with his thumb. With no room for his tongue to contribute downstairs, he bit the soft part of her stomach, just beneath her belly button. Her fingers, tangled up in his hair, became almost painful -- almost. It didn't take much longer for Tim to finish what Julia had started. She tensed up, and all the random words and noises stopped, replaced by a high-pitched humming, like a squeal trapped hopelessly between her vocal chords and her lips. Her thighs really locked down on his upper back now, making it a little hard to breathe as Tim furiously fingered this beautiful woman to an explosive orgasm. Julia's pussy gushed, drowning his fingers with juices as her hips bucked against his assault. After a few seconds, he just pushed his fingers in as far as he could and held still while she handled the rest, rocking herself down off her high at her own pace. He simply stared into her eyes, slipping a little bit deeper in love with her as she slipped from her orgasmic perch. It took a few more minutes after that for her to open her eyes and realize he was staring at her. She smiled as broadly as she could. "That was amazing," she said. "Just... mind-blowing." "It was pretty good from down here, too," he answered. "Let me go." Julia blushed just a little and relaxed her grip around his torso. "A little too tight?" she asked. "No," Tim half-lied. "I just wanted to slide up next to you," he said, doing just that, "so I could do this." Tim crawled up beside her, cupped one of her full breasts in his palm, and gave her a deep kiss, the kind where his tongue fought her tongue for the right to get down the other's throat. There were times when the intensity forced him to close his eyes, but he did his best to keep them open and look into hers. Tim wasn't so good with words when it came to emotions, so he hoped this would do the talking for him. "Wow," she said. "That was nice." "That's a word for it," Tim agreed. "I remember when you used to do that, before you told me how you really felt," she said. "That was so unfair." "It was," Tim said. "I hadn't told YOU how I felt yet. That didn't mean I wasn't already feeling it." She simply smiled. They'd had this conversation once or twice -- she understood. "That was just crazy though," she said, turning away from him and into a spoon position. "I was just thinking about how great it would feel for you to be licking my pussy instead of me using my fingers. I think I may have even said it out loud. And then... all the sudden, there you were." Tim's face screwed up in confusion. "You did say it," he replied. "I was standing in the hallway, you saw me, and then you said that. I figured that was your way of telling me to get over to the bed." "You were there?" she exclaimed, turning her head back to look at him. "I didn't even know you were home!" A smile slowly crept onto his face. "I just assumed you'd seen me watching you in the hallway. I couldn't think of any other reason you'd say what you said." "I have a very active imagination," she answered. "I was visualizing you down on your knees, in between my legs, using that magical tongue to take me places..." she trailed off. "And then you did." "Damn," Tim said. "I could have stayed out there and watched your show a little longer." "My show?" she asked, curiously. "Wait, how long were you out there?" "Not long," Tim said. "Long enough to see that you were enjoying yourself, and long enough to see that I didn't want to miss it." She chuckled, and Tim felt her neck flush against his chest. "Did you like what you saw?" Tim laughed out loud and ground his rock-hard cock into her ass. "What do you think?" Julia pushed her ass back against his crotch, drawing a groan from him. "I think... that I will keep that in mind for the future. But right now, there's something else I want to do for you." Tim was about to ask when he felt Julia's hand grip his cock. She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips seductively. "Is this for me?" she asked, clearly teasing him. "No, but, nobody else is around," Tim joked. "So, I guess you'll do." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Uh huh," she said. "Shut up." Julia shifted her left leg forward slightly and positioned Tim's cock at her slick entrance. "Shut up and fuck me." Tim had grown incredibly hard while he'd been eating Julia out, and he needed no further invitation. He took hold of her leg and speared into her with one thrust, her juices from earlier making it easy to sink most of the way in. "Fuck!" she spat out. "So fucking full this way." Tim really raised her leg up now, taking advantage of her flexibility to rest her leg across his left arm. Not only did it give him more leverage for fucking her, but it gave him unfettered access to her ample tits. "Pinch them, Tim!" Julia cried out. A second later, she added a pleading, "Please?" Tim grinned to himself. This was a game Julia liked to play sometimes. Tim would decide when she came, he'd be in the dominant positions, and she'd play the role of submissive down to the letter. But make no mistake; it was Julia's show now. Sometimes she just decided she wanted things a little bit rougher, and when that happened, she always dictated the pace of things. Tim had just been gently caressing her breasts, but he gave her what she wanted, twisting and pulling her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger before moving to the other side. "You like that, Julia?" Tim's question was purely rhetorical. Julia knew it, but she answered it anyway. "Fuck yes," Julia replied. "I'd like it better if you gave it to me even harder." Tim cut off the dialogue then and focused on slamming his hips into her ass as hard as he possibly could, drawing a slight whimper from her each time he made contact. His pace slowed way down, but he wasn't holding anything back each time he drove back inside of her. His right hand was still playing with her tits, but she gripped his wrist and slowly moved it up towards her face. He thought she was going to start sucking on his fingers, but she stopped short of her mouth, leaving his hand resting on her neck. "Squeeze me." She whispered it, but even with all the noise their hips were making, he still heard her loud and clear. This was new territory for he and Julia. Oh, they'd gotten rough before, but what she was asking now required an extraordinary level of trust. For a split-second, Tim was just flattered she was willing to ask him to do it. He tightened his fingers just a little, loosely wrapping them around her neck. It was just enough to give her the feeling of being choked but not nearly hard enough to impact the flow of blood or air. She hadn't told him to be gentle, but then, she hadn't needed to. Tim just instinctively knew this was what she wanted. "Oh, God," Julia said, drawing laborious breaths now. "Never... done this... before." "Nope, but we're about to," Tim replied. It seemed like an obvious thing to say, but Tim meant it as a way for her to bail out of it now if she wanted to. "Yes, baby," she grunted out instead, ensuring Tim everything was fine. "Fuck me. Take me, Tim." Tim obliged her, keeping up the slow-but heavy pace for a few minutes, then switching to fast, furious strokes that didn't quite reach as deep but created more friction. Every time he heard her moans get louder, he'd change the pace. He figured it'd be frustrating for her, but when she did finally cum, it'd be that much better. He stopped mauling her tits and pushed himself away from her, switching from a traditional spoon to more of a perpendicular position. He pushed her bottom leg out a little bit so he didn't crush it with his body weight, and used the extra room to spank her ass. They were pretty light shots, but Tim knew as aroused as Julia was, her body would be feeling everything a little bit more. "Ow!" she cried out, playing along with the game. "Fuck, that hurts so good, baby! Don't stop!" Tim grinned and left a few more handprints on each cheek as he fucked her in this new position. He didn't have the kind of leverage he needed to really fuck her hard, but he made up for it by sliding his cock all the way out of her pussy, then forcefully driving it back in, over and over again. Both cheeks were starting to get a little pink, so he stopped spanking her and turned his attention to the gap in between her cheeks. Not needing to be delicate and polished anymore, he spit on his fingers and began moistening up her asshole again. "It's ready!" she shouted. "Just push it in!" Tim knew it was ready, and knew his girlfriend really wanted it now... but he was going to make her wait. He kept toying with her rosebud, never actually putting a finger in. He rubbed the area beneath her asshole, and even slipped a finger inside her pussy, sharing the space with his cock. Finally, he thrust his index finger into her asshole and feverishly finger-fucked her ass, increasing the intensity in her pussy as much as he could. Julia began punching the pillows and the mattress as he continued the pressure on both ends, and the blue streak that came out of her mouth now would have made the most hardcore Marines blush. For all Tim knew, he was blushing right now. Didn't know -- didn't care. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck--" she cried out, then suddenly stopped for a few fleeting seconds. All Tim could hear was his rapid breathing and the sound of his hips making constant contact with hers. Finally, the dam broke. "OH, FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" It was more of a long, drawn out grunt than a scream, and Tim could see her knuckles turning white from gripping the pillows so hard. It was sexy, it was gorgeous, but it was also carnal. He continued to fuck her through the wave, then slowly decreased his pace as she came down off it. Tim hadn't come from this -- he was so focused on heightening her pleasure that he really hadn't paid attention to himself. But when Julia finally opened her mouth again, he thought he might explode right then and there. "Tim," she said, "I want you to fuck my ass now." Perhaps Tim shouldn't have been surprised, with all he'd done to her ass thus far, but he was. Julia wasn't shy about letting him play around back there, and she even encouraged him to do so from time to time. But actually fucking her in the ass... Tim guessed they maybe did that four or five times a year. Still, something about gift horses and mouths was coming to mind. Tim wasted little time sliding his cock from Julia's pussy. He nudged her legs until she rolled over onto her stomach, and he pulled her hips backwards until her ass was sticking out. "Ooh, you want me doggystyle, huh?" Julia asked. "You want to fuck my ass from behind, baby?" "To start, yeah," he said, not wanting to put a lot of effort into the dialogue. "Ooh, to start, huh?" she said, teasing as she looked over her shoulder at him. She reached onto the nightstand and tossed Tim the bottle of lube they'd been using earlier in the day. It had traveled from room to room with them throughout the weekend, and it was almost empty now. "Big words." Tim dipped his cock into her pussy a few times to get his cock nice and slippery while he greased up her ass with the lube. Despite her eagerness, he knew his cock in her ass would be a tight fit - it always was, always would be. He wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her, because once he started, he wasn't going to want to stop. With the lubrication taken care of, he lined his cock up with her ass and pushed forward. He went slowly enough not to hurt her but at the same time, quickly enough that she knew he wasn't going to let her change her mind. "Fuck," she said, gasping. "Big cock, too." Tim grinned as he slowly built up a rhythm in Julia's ass. It probably took 10 minutes, maybe more, before he got all eight inches in, but she took it all without complaining. "God, your ass is tight, baby," he said. "I don't know how long I can hold out." "You don't have to hold out, Tim," she said. "I know what this does to you. Fuck my ass until you cum, deep in my ass." Tim was tempted to do just that - a couple more minutes at a quicker pace would be all he'd need. Still, this was an opportunity he didn't get often. "Nope," he said. "You gave me this chance. I'm going to make sure I take full advantage." She looked back at him a little curiously, and it just so happened that he was in the middle of a backward stroke. To answer her unspoken question, he slammed his hips forward, instantly impaling her. "UUUGGHH!!" she grunted, slumping forward into the pillows under the unexpected attack. Without stopping his hips, he reached forward and grabbed one of the pillows she wasn't using and forced it under her hips so that she could lay flat and still keep her ass in the air. "I thought so," Tim said, and then set to work making sure she got off at least once more. It was rare that she came from anal sex -- despite what she'd said about wanting this, it was always more for Tim's benefit than hers -- but it had happened a few times. "Well, don't just lay there," Tim said. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, instantly falling into the submissive role. "Geez, you make a girl cum a couple times, and she starts getting lazy," Tim quipped, playfully swatting her ass. "Finger yourself, baby. I want to feel those fingers in your pussy while I fuck your ass." Tim felt her body shift as her left arm squeezed under her torso. A few seconds later, he could feel her fingers toying with her clit and pussy lips. "Good girl," Tim said. "Take that dick, and play with that pussy. I'm not going to cum until you do. How long do you think you can take this dick in your tiny little ass, huh?" To emphasize his point, he sped up briefly, using several short, clipped strokes. Julia's fingers started matching his pace. "That's it, baby," Tim said, forcefully but without really raising his voice. "Work that pussy!" He spanked her one more time, relishing the small whimper that escaped from her lips. For a brief second, he was truly fascinated by this whole process. He knew exactly how hard to slap her ass to heighten her pleasure without hurting her. He knew exactly how hard he could work in her ass without causing her more pain than she could handle. It went both ways -- she knew exactly what to say to get him to do whatever she wanted. Of course, it had come from lots of practice, but he marveled at the way they could each play the other like a finely tuned instrument. "Oh, God, pull my hair, baby," she exclaimed, breaking the few seconds of silence that had settled in. He wasn't expecting it, but he wasted little time doing it, leaving one hand on her hips and tugging her head back very gently with the other. It wasn't about causing any actual discomfort; for Julia, it was more about the sensation of being controlled. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asked rhetorically. "You like me fucking this ass, don't you?" She nodded as much as she could with Tim holding a handful of her hair. That wasn't good enough. He pulled just a little bit harder on her hair. "Don't you, baby?!" he exclaimed, raising his voice just a little bit. That made her moan. "Oh, God, yes," Julia said. "I love it when you do this to me, Tim. Oh, fuck, I love this." Tim nodded, and could sense it was time to bring it home. He let go of her hair and put himself in a classic push-up position, stroking himself in and out of her vice-grip like ass a few more times for good measure. Each time he bottomed out, she groaned with what Tim guessed was satisfaction. Finally, he laid down on top of her and pulled her with him as he rolled onto his side, putting them back in the original spoon position, except this time, his cock was still buried in her ass. Tim lifted her leg and replaced her hand with his own. "You've had enough, haven't you?" Tim asked her. He'd been in her ass for well over 20 minutes, at least. "No," she said, but the look on her face and the tone of her voice told him otherwise. She would take it as long as he wanted to dish it out, but that was his responsibility as her partner -- not to dish it out any longer than she could take it. "Uh huh," Tim said. "I'm still not stopping until you cum. But I love making you cum so much, I'm going to help you." He spanked her pussy lightly a few times as he continued stroking in and out of her ass, making her shriek with each slap. He moved that same hand up to her breasts and spanked her nipples a few times before roughly kneading both. Tim's right hand snaked beneath Julia's head, and he could feel her lick and suck on his fingers. Their play was rough, but in a strange, almost incomprehensible way, it was gentle. Either way, it was what Julia needed. All Tim had to do was stroke her clit a couple of times with his left hand, and he felt her body tense up with another orgasm. Unfortunately, his arm was trapped under her head, and she bit down on the soft part of his palm as the latest wave racked her body. He could feel something warm and wet coming from her mouth, and knew instantly she'd drawn blood again. Julia's orgasm caused something to shift inside Tim's body. He'd been consciously holding out until she came -- now that she had, his mind switched into self-gratification mode. Suddenly, the grip on his cock was almost unbearable, and within seconds, he was over the edge. "Oh, shit," Tim shouted as his cock unloaded deep into Julia's ass. Shot after shot fired from his cock, as the excitement that had been building for the last hour finally had a chance to release. Julia liked to talk dirty during his orgasms, but this time, she stayed quiet while he came. A few minutes later, after his orgasm subsided and he could think clearly enough to check, he found out why. She was either sound asleep or passed out, but either way, her eyes were closed. She was smiling, and Tim couldn't have been happier. "Are you okay, baby?" he whispered into her ear. He didn't get a response, but she moved slightly, and her smile grew wider. He took that as a yes, and gently sucked on her earlobe for a fleeting moment before slipping into a dreamy coma himself. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Tim had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. When he gingerly unwrapped himself from Julia's gorgeous body, he realized his palm was still bleeding where Julia had pulled her vampire routine on him. He guessed maybe he should be mad about that, but all it took was one look at her, quietly slumbering next to him on the bed, for any such thoughts to disappear. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he said aloud, wondering if his words would manage to break through her haze and wake her up. She still wore a bright smile, but she didn't open her eyes. Tim planted a kiss on her left shoulder then gently rolled out of bed. He walked down the hall to the master bedroom and, more importantly, the master bathroom in back of it. He turned on cold water and let it run over his bloody mess of a right hand for a few moments. It stung a little bit, and it would sting even more when he cleaned it and bandaged it in a few seconds. Still, what he'd done to get it was more than well worth it. Tim carefully cleaned the small gashes in his palm and applied a band-aid over the area. He hadn't brushed his teeth since that morning, and with more sex hopefully to come after he gave Julia her gift, he figured fresh breath couldn't hurt. The next stop was the shower. The near-scalding hot spray felt ridiculously awesome on his muscles. He was approaching his 32nd birthday, and he couldn't help but consider how much more a sex marathon took out of him now than it did 10 years ago. Tim still liked to think he rose to the occasion every bit as well as he did back then, but it took a lot longer to recover. The shower helped. Standing there under the stream, his mind automatically drifted back to the equally scalding-hot woman laying a few dozen feet away in the guest room. Things had gone so well during the first few months of this year, ever since he'd finally worked through all his issues. In fact, if things went the way he hoped they would in a few minutes, 2009 would be well on its way to being the best year of Tim's life. She was just incredible. She was sexy, smart, driven, compassionate, giving, fierce, tender, understanding, loyal, open-minded, adventurous -- there were about 600 other adjectives in Webster's dictionary he could use to describe her, but they all led to one place: Julia Waters was perfect. Not \_that\_ kind of perfect -- Tim had learned the hard way that that kind of perfect didn't exist. She had her quirks, her flaws, and her imperfections, of course. But she was much closer to perfect than Tim would ever be. She was perfect for him. He was perfect for her. They were perfect for each other. Tim laughed when he thought about what J.T. or Carlos would say if they were inside his mind and could hear the Hallmark-esque mush he was rolling around in, but he didn't really care. He was deliriously happy, for maybe the first time in his life. After what seemed like an hour but was probably 10 minutes, he got out of the shower. It was plenty long enough to fog up the mirror, so he wiped a spot clean and sized himself up as he toweled off. He was getting older, but he'd tried to stay in tip-top shape. His abs were no longer the rock-hard six-pack they were in his 20s, but at least they were still clearly cut and visible. He could see the very faint beginning of age lines on his forehead, but guessed they were still several years off. If heredity was any guide, he'd probably start losing his hair in about six or seven years, too, but for now, his head was still full of dark brown hair. He'd flirted with the goatee a few years ago, but much preferred the clean-shaven look he had now. "Yeah, staring at you is one of my favorite things, too," Julia said. He'd left the bathroom door open, so he hadn't heard her walk in. She was gloriously naked, and even standing there like she was, layered in sweat, hair matted to her face and clearly wanting a shower, she looked good enough to eat. In fact, Tim might have tried to do just that if he wasn't pretty certain she'd knee him in the face. "Everyone has to have a strange hobby, I guess," he said. "Are you ok?" "I'm going to be sore for a while," she said. "And I might walk a little funny for a few hours. But other than that, I'll be fine." "Well, lucky for me, my plans for you over the next few hours have very little to do with walking," he said. He quickly closed the distance between them, and when he moved his lips toward hers, she cupped a hand over her mouth and looked away. "Uh uh," she said into her hand. "Bad breath. Need to brush first." Tim rolled his eyes. She got self-conscious about her breath sometimes, and Tim usually went along with it and stopped trying. This time, though, he overpowered her just enough to move her hand away, then put his other hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss anyway. She fought him for a second, but she slowly stopped struggling and put her arms around his neck. They stood right there in the doorway for a minute, making out like two teenagers, before he finally let her go. "Wow," Julia said, clearly out of breath. "I love you, you know that?" Tim said. She usually said it first, but he'd been trying to get better about that. He didn't see the big deal, but he knew it was important to her. "I do," she said, walking over to the sink and picking up her toothbrush. "But it sounds so damn good to hear you say it." She put toothpaste on the brush and waited until she put it in her mouth to answer. "I love you, too," she said, though it would have sounded like Swahili to anyone else. Tim smiled and left her humming to herself in the bathroom. He threw on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading down into the kitchen. He mixed a Jack and Coke for himself and rifled through the freezer looking for something quick he and Julia could scarf down before getting back to their primary goal for the weekend. Even the highest-quality racecars need fuel. He found a frozen pizza and stuck it in the oven, knowing Julia would be mad at him for not letting her cook, but figuring she'd get over it when the food was ready in 15 minutes. He walked into the game room across the hall, where he'd left the gift for Julia, and fired up the TV for a few minutes. It wasn't football season so there wasn't a lot going on on ESPN, but it was as good a way to kill time as any. Tim was watching ESPN's baseball experts lie to him -- something about his team of choice, the Texas Rangers, having a chance to win the AL West this season -- when he heard his voicemail ringer go off. He'd left his phone down here to charge when he got back, and he was glad -- apparently, someone had decided to call while he and his woman were having incredible sex. He wouldn't have answered it; not in a million years. He might have been inclined to throw it against the wall for interrupting, though. He picked it up and dialed his voicemail. He had three new voicemails, but the first one made his blood run cold. "Hey, buddy," J.T.'s voice said, and the tone took him back to a dark place more than three years ago. A place Tim thought he'd left in the past. "Sheila just told me the bad news about you and Julia, man. It's gotta be devastating for you. I know this was not in your plans at all, but... man, I guess it was bound to happen sometime. You know I'd be there for you, but we're not leaving for two more days. So, I hope you'll be OK until then." There were loud noises in the background, and the voicemail ended. The phone slipped from Tim's grip and fell to the carpet, but it barely registered. He was consciously aware of his mind going numb. "No," a voice shouted out deep inside his mind. "This isn't happening." He bent down to retrieve the phone, and pressed the button to replay the message. The words hadn't changed. The room began spinning, but Tim tried hard to fight it. He stumbled back into the kitchen, still clutching the phone in his hand. He found his way to a barstool and pressed the replay button once again, hoping he'd just imagined the first two times. He hadn't. "This can't be real," Tim said aloud. "This... this can't be real." It didn't add up. Hadn't she just... hadn't they just... what was going on? "This isn't fucking happening!" he shouted it. "Baby?" Her voice made him smile, like it always did, but it also made him stiffen his back. "What's not happening?" He didn't turn around to face her, so Julia made her way to the opposite side of the bar. She'd stolen an extra-large N.C. State T-shirt from his closet, and that came down to mid-thigh. She wasn't wearing anything else that he could see, and even in this haze, he wondered if she was wearing panties underneath. Under normal circumstances, he'd find out. "What's wrong?" Tim tried to pull his mind together. He wasn't going to go off the deep end, he told himself. He was stronger now. He could deal with this. He briefly thought back to that night in mid-November, when Julia had stormed out of his house and left him standing all alone in the living room. He remembered how terrible he felt when he realized she wasn't coming back. No, he told himself. No, he couldn't deal with this. "Tim, talk to me," she said, but Tim's internal monologue continued. He couldn't deal with what? What was this, exactly? Hadn't she begged him to trust her? No, she'd demanded that he trust her! She made him promise, after the incident at the party in December, that the next time anything like that happened, he would talk to her first before jumping to conclusions. He agreed that he would. Of course, that was when he didn't think there was anything to hide. "You told me you'd be honest with me, right?" Tim asked, still refusing to look at her face. "Of course, Tim," she said. She stroked his arm, right across the tattoo on his right bicep. He wanted to pull away, but he steeled himself against it. "Ask me anything." "What's going on?" Julia waited, thinking he would say more. When he didn't, she answered. "What's going on... with what? What do you mean?" "J.T. called," he said. "And..." he trailed off. He figured he could recite his friend's words by heart after listening to the message three times, but he thought he might break down in the middle of them. This didn't look good, but there had to be an explanation. He at least owed her the chance to explain it. He re-dialed his voicemail and handed her the phone. She listened, her eyes growing wide as J.T. continued. When it was done, she gave him the phone back. "With that," Tim said. "What's going on with that?" Julia started rubbing her arms with her hands, as if it had suddenly gotten cold. "I don't know, Tim," she answered. "What do you mean, you don't know?" Tim felt his voice rising, and tried valiantly to stop it. Julia, of course, was even-keeled and steady. "I said, I don't know." "There has to be something, Julia," Tim said. "Look, you told me to trust you, and I do. But J.T. has been my best friend for almost 10 years. He wouldn't lie to me." Julia had no response. "This is exactly how it happened with Leira," Tim said. "We had great sex, I came into the living room, there was a voicemail from J.T. waiting on me, telling me 'Sorry about the bad news.'" "NO!" Julia shouted. Even-keeled Julia was a distant memory now. "Don't even think about that! I don't fucking know what's going on, but THAT is not what this is!" Tim was briefly taken aback by her sudden tone, but it was the ferocity of her words that drove the point home. Sure, she was confused, too, but she had done nothing wrong. It was one of those rare moments of lucidity -- he'd had one the night she took off, when he'd suddenly realized the only option was to chase after her. He still had no idea what was going on, but he was suddenly sure Julia was blameless. He took her hand and held it firmly. "OK." "Damnit, Tim, why don't you just --" she stopped short. "OK?" "OK," Tim repeated, nodding. "You're right. I believe you." She looked relieved, but she also looked pissed. Tim understood completely. He got up from the stool, leaving the phone on the table, and wrapped Julia in a tight hug. His stomach was still tied in knots, and his brain was still trying to comprehend what J.T.'s message meant, but that could all wait for a few seconds. He wasn't going to lose her, and he wanted to make sure she knew how much that meant to him. Julia hugged him back just as firmly. He imagined she felt something similar. "It must just be a misunderstanding," Tim said when they dropped the embrace. "You must have told Sheila something, and she told him, and he got it wrong." "I don't know," she said. "I mean, I told Sheila that..." "You told Sheila what?" "That... wait," Julia said. "It said you had three voicemails." "Yeah," Tim said. He'd completely forgotten about those. "Yeah, there are. So?" "Did you check the others yet?" "No, Julia," Tim said. "I'm sorry, but that first one kinda knocked me over." "I understand that," Julia said. "I'm sure it would have done the same thing to me. But maybe he left another one. There was a loud noise at the end, so maybe he had something else to say." It made sense. Things Julia said usually did. "OK," he said, pressing the speaker button on the phone. "We'll listen together." They listened to the first voicemail again, and Julia instinctively grabbed his hand again, her grip growing tighter as J.T. went on. Tim pressed the button to save it, and the next message began. As it ran on, Tim's heart soared -- while his brain plotted ways to kill his best friend. "Holy fuck," J.T.'s voice started. "I'm sorry about that, man. I really hope Julia's already told you, or at least I hope you listen to all these messages in a row, or you're going to kill me. I was just fucking around, and all these people -- Sheila, my parents, some of our family -- are in on the joke. Somebody was laughing so hard, they bumped into my arm and the phone hit the ground. The call dropped." His best friend stopped to breathe. "Anyway, like I said, I hope she already told you, because you'll already get the joke. I don't want to steal her thunder if she didn't, but after that message, I guess I kinda have to. She --" Julia pressed the disconnect button, drawing an incredulous look from Tim. "What the -- why did you do that?" Tim asked. "He was about to explain it! He was about to tell me why he left that message, so I could fully justify beating him to a bloody fucking pulp when he gets back!" "I know what he was going to say," she said. The timer Tim set for the pizza suddenly went off, startling them both. Julia turned abruptly and went to get the pizza out of the oven. When she bent over to open the oven door, Tim got an answer to his panties question. It was a good answer. "This is not the way I wanted to do this, but... he's kind of forcing me," Julia said, just softly enough for Tim to hear her on the other side of the kitchen. "The way you wanted to do what?" She set the pizza down on the counter, and with her back still toward him, she answered. "Tim... I want to move in here with you." He was momentarily stunned silent. Momentarily. "Say what?" "You heard me." She spun to face him now, but saw him looking at the ground instead. "He was joking about..." Tim suddenly got it. His friend was joking about Julia wanting to move in, about the loss of bachelorhood, and how it had to happen eventually. It was stereotypically a sad time in every single man's life. "If you listen to the rest of it, I guarantee you, that's his explanation." Tim dialed his voicemail yet again and raised the phone to his ear. He listened carefully. "... after that message, I guess I kinda have to," J.T.'s voice said. "She's going to ask to move in with you. She was supposed to have done it on Friday night, so like I said, I hope this is just an unfortunate screwed up joke. Anyway, I just figured it would be a good thing because..." Tim visibly exhaled as he listened to the rest of the message. He played the third message, too, which was from Sheila. It was another apology for J.T.'s botched joke. He gingerly sat his phone down on the kitchen counter. "I," Tim started, gathering his breath back, "am going to fucking KILL THAT FUCKER!!!" He slammed his fists into the countertop and saw red for a minute. "Why would he do that to me, huh?" Tim asked. "I understand playing a joke, and crying over lost bachelorhood, but... that was the worst day of my life. Why would he make me replay that?" Tim walked over to the window, and seconds later, he felt Julia slide up behind him. She put her arms around him and rubbed his chest through his shirt. "Like he said, baby," she answered. "He thought I was going to tell you earlier this weekend, so he didn't think he'd be scaring you." "Yeah, I get that part, but still," Tim said. "He was there after all that. He knows how much damage that phone call did." Julia moved around to Tim's front side and leaned back against the window. The lake was nice, but this view was much better. "I'm sure he wouldn't be able to explain it to you this way," Julia said, "but I think his heart was in the right place." "What?" Tim retorted. "How?" "He knows that, Tim," she said. "He knows that was a terrible day for you. And I'm guessing you've told him how things are going with us, and he probably figured you'd happy about me moving in." Tim said nothing. "He was just trying to replace a memory from one of your worst days with a memory from a better one, babe." She leaned forward and put her head on his chest. "And while he definitely scared the shit out of me, too... I hope it worked." Tim finally came up with something to say. "J.T. owes you a great deal of gratitude," Tim said. "Why?" "Because without you, I'm pretty sure I'd have flown to Cancun right now and beat the ever-living shit out of him." She giggled, and Tim walked over to the stool and sat back down. "Holy fuck. I didn't need to have a heart attack today." Julia took the chair next to him. "You know," she started, tracing her fingers across his forearm. "I'm very happy with you." "Yeah?" Tim asked. "While just knowing that is good enough for me, is there any particular reason?" "Well, you did give me about 30 orgasms today," she said, making them both laugh. "But... you didn't freak out just now." "Yeah I did," he said. "Julia, I went nuts." "No," she retorted. "You wanted answers, sure. Based on the voicemail, you thought I could give them to you, so you asked me. But, Tim... the night you stormed out of my apartment, and that night at the football party... you didn't return my calls for three or four days. You completely shut me out while you dealt with what had happened, instead of letting me be there for you." "Yeah," he said. "Not moments that will make the Tim Fetters highlight reel." "Don't worry," she said laughing. "You had a bunch of those today." Tim laughed softly. "I can only imagine what you thought when you first heard that voicemail today, Tim. You probably thought you were losing me, or even worse, that I was doing something like Leira did to you." "I don't know what I thought," Tim said. "You've worked so hard to get me to trust you, that there was no way I could picture you doing that to me. But yeah, the thought of losing you ran through my mind a couple times." "If I can be arrogant for a second, I'm sure that hurt you. A lot." Tim wasn't even going to make a joke about it. "It did," he said. "But instead of flipping out, throwing me out of the house and grabbing a week-long charter to California or something, you trusted me." Tim looked up at her, realizing she was right. "I had to," Tim said. "You know, you should have been careful what you wished for, Julia." "Oh?" she asked. "How so?" "Back when I was still acting like we were just friends trying to break all existing world screwing records, you had an out," Tim said. "Before I was willing to admit how I really felt about you, you could have left, and I wouldn't have had the right to stop you. But now, you've made me trust you. Wasn't sure I'd ever do that again." Julia waited. Tim tried to see if he could roll this over into what he really wanted to do this afternoon, into what he really needed to say. He needed a little more momentum first. "Basically, what I'm saying," he said, "is you're screwed." She looked a little disappointed, but Tim wasn't too worried about that, because he was pretty sure she wouldn't be soon. She did laugh heartily, though. "No, I was that earlier," Julia said. "This, I'm totally okay with." Tim sat there at the bar, looking at the pizza getting cold on the other side of the kitchen. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. He was going to wait until after they'd eaten, but to hell with that. This was happening now. He was just about to open his mouth, but Julia beat him to it. "Um, Tim?" Julia asked. "Yeah?" "So... can I?" "Can you what?" "The whole reason for this mix-up," Julia answered. "Can I move in?" Tim spun around to look at her. Like a jackass, he had completely forgotten about that. The fact that she wanted to move in had been totally drowned out by the way he'd found out about it. He wasn't really sure what to tell her, and apparently, his silence scared Julia. "Look, I'm sorry," she said. "I told Sheila I was going to tell you Friday, but ever since we got here we've been either having sex or sleeping. I was just waiting for the right time." Tim understood, and nodded. He was still trying to form a response when she kept going. "I was actually going to ask you last year," she said. "My plan was to go to the party with you, dazzle all your co-workers with how beautiful I was, make all the players jealous, tease you relentlessly, then take you home, give you the best blowjob of your life, then ask you if I could move in." "Weaken my defenses first, huh?" Tim snickered. "Of course," she said. "But then everything happened, and..." she trailed off. "I was just waiting till things calmed down and got a little more stable before I thought of asking again." Tim knew what he had to do here. Julia had been forced to ask Tim what she wanted because of J.T.'s phone call, and Tim had envisioned a different situation for telling Julia about this, too. But there wasn't ever going to be a better moment than this one. "I'd like that," he said. Her face lit up with a glow normally reserved for post-orgasmic bliss. "I'd love that, actually. Just not in this house." She was still beaming, but she was confused now. Tim didn't wait for her to ask the question. "Come with me," he said, getting up and heading for the staircase. "I want to show you something." Without waiting for her to answer, he climbed the stairs to the second floor and entered his office. She followed soon after. "In the top drawer, there's a black folder," Tim said. "Pull it out, open it, and look at what's inside." Julia looked at Tim inquisitively, but he wouldn't budge. So, she crossed the room and pulled out the folder, spreading its contents out across the desk. She rifled through papers for a moment, moving things around into different piles as she tried to solve the puzzle. Tim patiently waited, and after a good five minutes of silence, Julia finally looked at him. "Is this what I think it is?" "Well, that depends," Tim said. "What do you think it is?" "Tim, please," Julia pleaded. "Just tell me." So he did. "Do you remember when we went down to Charleston for a party at J.T.'s uncle's house, just a couple months after we started getting together?" "Yeah," she said. "It was our first trip." "Yeah," Tim replied. "That first night we were in town, we all went out to that bar to meet up with one of the guys J.T. and I served with in Afghanistan." "Yeah," she answered. "Brian, maybe?" "Brad," he replied. "Brad Carver." "That's right," she said. "Brad. Didn't he end up playing wingman for one of J.T.'s cousins?" "Yep, that's him," Tim answered. "Did a good job of it, too. He took the really loud girl, the main one trying to cockblock J.T.'s cousin, up to his hotel room." "Yeah!" Julia said, clearly remembering it all now. "And then because she was loud, that thing with the cops!" "Dude always leaves an impression on everyone he meets," Tim said. "Anyway, he's a younger guy, but he's one of the most business-savvy guys I know. Even then, he was putting money away to start a business, and he happens to share my passion for aviation." "OK," she said. "So..." "This," Tim said, picking up a contract from the pile, "is one of the many dozens of documents I've signed over the past couple of months. J.T.'s father is opening a new charter company, called Mile High West. It was pretty much all Brad's idea. He's put together an investment group, including a few of his parents' rich friends and a couple of his own rich friends, including one of the players for the Texas Rangers." "Ok," Julia said, her business brain turning on. "Obviously J.T.'s dad will have a bigger share in the company." "A much bigger share, at least at first," Tim said. "There's a plan in place for Brad's group to slowly buy more and more of the company until they own a 33.3 percent share." "Just 33.3 percent? There's two partners, right?" "Right now," Tim said. "There will be three." "Three?" Julia said. "Yeah," Tim answered. "J.T. and myself have worked out a deal to slowly buy Howard Lancaster's side of the business, in equal portions. It's complicated, and I'm sure you'll understand it better than I do when you read everything. The short version is: In 10 years, J.T., Brad Carver, and myself will all be equal partners and have complete ownership in Mile High West. That's right about the time Howard will give J.T. full control of the original Mile High." "Wow," Julia said. "I knew you guys were working on something, but I had no idea it was this big." "Yeah, we've tried to keep the rumors to a minimum while we were working out the details. Anyway, the company will be based in Dallas." Julia's jaw dropped. "That's why you said, 'Not in this house.'" "It is," Tim admitted. "This packet," he said, picking up another stack of papers, "is a slide show of some preliminary plans I've had drawn up for a house on a lake east of Dallas. It'll look a lot like this one, but the plans are still very preliminary. I've got a rental property nearby I'm looking at to live in while the house is built; all that's left to do is sign the lease." "What's holding you up?" "Well... if you say you'll come with me," Tim said, taking her hand, "nothing." "Of course I'll come with you!" she blurted out, not even hesitating or thinking about it. "I've always known you wanted to move closer to your parents, and there's nothing really here for me, either. We had this discussion in November, about my job offer. I want to be with you; I don't really care where we are." "That's..." Tim said. "Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I wanted to hear. That's why the plans are preliminary -- it'll be your house, too, so I want you to have input." "What about your other job, though? I know you love working with the athletes at N.C. State and on the pro teams." "Yeah, Howard Lancaster and Jerry Jones are pretty tight, apparently," Tim said. "I'm not going to work for the Cowboys - at least, not until I know I will have the time to put into it. Flying for MHC is one thing, but I'll have a hand in running it, too, so I'm not sure how that will go. But Jerry knows the president at TCU, and I'm going to come on board there and do pretty much what I do now for N.C. State. I might work a little with the Cowboys on a part-time basis, too." "That's great, Tim." "There will be a job for you at Mile High West, if you want it, probably along the lines of Chief Financial Officer. Haven't worked all that out yet. If not, I know Southwest is based there, as is American Airlines. I didn't think you'd have trouble finding a job, if you even want one. Because you certainly don't need one." "Yeah, right," Julia said. "Tim, I'm so glad we're moving in together, but I'm just your girlfriend. I'm not living off your money and just sitting at home being lazy." Tim grinned. He had to hold it in just a little while longer. "Whatever you want," he said. "We can figure that out later. Of course, we'll also have the fleet of MH West at our disposal, so flying back here for J.T. and Sheila's wedding won't be a problem. Anytime you want to see your family, that won't be either." "Wow," Julia said, nodding as she flipped through the slides again. "I can't believe we're going to move to Dallas!" She was excited, like a little girl who just got a pony. Tim wanted to pick her up and twirl her around, but he resisted the urge -- only because there was one thing left to do. "Listen," Tim said, getting Julia's attention. "This last hour or so has been very emotional. With J.T.'s little prank -- I'm still gonna kick his ass for that, by the way -- and this thing with Dallas, I'm a little wound up. I need to blow off a little steam." "I think... I can help with that," she answered, and any other time -- literally -- he'd have taken her up on it, right then and there on his desk. But he had a plan. "I'm sure you can," Tim agreed, "and I'm sure you will -- in a little bit. Right now, though, I think want to relax and play some video games." Julia's face twisted into something sort of comical. "Video games?" "Yeah," Tim said. "I think I want to play Madden. After Carolina's humungous choke job against the Cardinals in the NFC Championship Game, I want to give them a little redemption." "Are you serious? You know I'm still here, right?" "I do know that," Tim said. "And trust me, I don't ever want you to leave. But I like my Madden. Just let me play a couple games. You can even watch if you want." Julia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right." She turned to go, but Tim grabbed her arm to stop her. This next part was going to sound callous, but there was no avoiding it. "Could you go grab the game for me from downstairs and bring it back up here?" She looked at him like he'd sprouted antlers. "Are you out of your mind? You're going to ignore me to play your stupid game, and you want me to help by bringing it up here? That's funny." "Please, baby?" he asked. "Talking about these plans reminded me that I need to make a phone call. I can take care of that in two seconds, and then it will be just you and me." "And John Madden." "Thank you, babe." Julia half-smiled and turned to leave the room. Before she left, she turned around and said, "This is just like a man. We reach a huge moment in our relationship -- you finally trust me now, and we're going to move across the country -- and now you think I'll just wait on you, hand and foot." "I'll make it up to you," Tim said, grabbing his office phone to start making his phantom phone call. "Tomorrow, I'll wait on you hand and foot, and whatever other body parts you want." "Hmm," she said. "I'll hold you to that." She finally left then, and Tim hung up the phone. He heard her start walking down the stairs, and when that noise ceased, he made his way to the end of the hallway and took the other, less noisy staircase to the first floor. He crept to the other end of the hall as silently as he could, and stopped just outside the door to the game room. He'd only been waiting a few seconds when he heard her shout. "Oh my God!" That was followed by something -- he assumed it was the video game -- hitting the ground. Tim peeked around the corner, and saw her holding a small, square, velvet-covered box in her right hand. Her left was holding the bag from the jewelry store and, probably unbeknownst to Julia, another box. She was breathing rapidly as she stared at the box, willing herself not to open it. When it looked like she was going to explode, Tim turned the corner and went in. "Hi," he said, and she spun quickly toward him displaying the classic deer-in-the-headlights look. To her credit, she didn't drop the bag or the box, but she looked like she'd been caught red-handed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I came to get the game, and the bag was --" "Shhhh," he said, cutting her off. "Why do you think I asked you to come get the game for me?" Her eyes widened as he took a few steps toward her. "What... is...?" She tried to ask him a question, but her brain and voice couldn't get on the same page. "I'll explain," Tim said, taking the bag and box from her. She didn't want to let either of them go. He set the box down on the arm of the nearest couch and reached into the bag, producing a long, slender box. He opened it in front of her, and watched her eyes get even bigger. "This," Tim continued, pulling a diamond-encrusted necklace from the box, "is to thank you for everything you've done for me." He walked behind her and gently draped the necklace around her neck, latching it as he talked. "For putting up with me, for being patient, for being persistent, for always believing I was worth it, even when I made it ridiculously hard to believe that. For never giving up on me, and most importantly, for making this one of the easiest decisions I've ever made." "What decision?" Tim took the other box from the couch and opened it as he dropped to one knee. Julia's left hand flew up to her mouth, and Tim chuckled. "Babe, I'm, uh, gonna need that." Tim reached up and gently tugged her arm away from her mouth, sliding his fingers from her elbow across her forearm, past her wrist, and finally locking her fingers with his. "I'm not great with words, so I hope I don't embarrass myself right now." He pulled a small diamond ring from the box and looked into Julia's eyes. Tim had wanted to get something bigger, but Sheila had insisted Julia would prefer something simple. He hoped she was right. "I have four college degrees. I have two great jobs; one doing something I've been obsessed with my entire life, and one doing something that allows me to help people. I have a bank account I never dreamed I'd have. I have a house most anyone would kill for. I have a lifetime of experiences that it would take some people five or six lives to compile, and I'm just barely in my 30s. Julia, in anyone's eyes, I'm living a charmed life." He touched the ring to her fingertip, and her eyes flashed down to look. When she realized he wasn't going to put it on yet, she snapped her eyes back to his. He thought it would be hard to maintain the eye contact, but he didn't even have to think about it. "When you have all those things," Tim said. "When you have everything you've worked so hard for, so many things you've wanted your entire life... and you know without a doubt you'd give them all up in a heartbeat just to get the woman of your dreams to say one little word..." He trailed off now, as the tears streaming down her face hit him harder than he thought they would. He knew they were happy tears, and he didn't want them to stop, but he thought they might have some company very shortly. "Yeah, Julia, this was pretty much the easiest decision I've ever made," he said. "I liked my life before, but I only love my life now because you're a part of it. You're a part of me. Something just slides into place whenever you're with me, and it doesn't quite feel right when you're not." He slowly slid the ring onto her finger, stopping between the two knuckles. "You said once that you wanted the relationship, the family, and that you wanted to grow old with somebody. You said you knew that I did, too. Well, you were right, Julia. I do want all those things, and I want them with you." He pushed the ring down the rest of the way. "Please take this, Julia," Tim said. Now, he was fighting mightily to keep the eye contact. "Take this ring, make my life complete, and let me make your life complete. Please, Julia... marry me." Tim didn't think she could cry harder, but as soon as the last two words came out, she did just that. Her head moved up and down as she lifted her hand to her face. "Is that a yes?" Tim asked. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes now. "What do you think?" Julia responded, smiling through the crying. "For my sanity, and by extension, your sanity, please make the next sentence you say contain the word 'yes.'" "Oh, God, Tim," she said. "Yes. Of course. Yes. Are you stupid? Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tim stood up now, and Julia flung herself at him with a ferocity he wasn't prepared for. They tumbled backward onto the couch, with Julia landing on top. She showered his face with kisses, intermingled with continuous calls of 'I love you.' She eventually stopped kissing his face, and settled her head onto his chest. Her T-shirt had ridden up, and Tim absent-mindedly caressed her ass as they laid there on the couch, her crying on his chest and him willing to let her as long as it took. The few tears that had escaped his own eyes trickled down his cheeks toward his ears, but no others followed. He hadn't fought them back -- he was simply too happy to cry. "So what do we do now?" Julia asked. Tim guessed maybe a half-hour had passed. "Whatever you want, baby," Tim replied. "At some point we'll have to tell people. We'll need to start packing and tying up the loose ends here. But that's next week. That's later. Tonight, and tomorrow, we'll do whatever you want." Julia's hand slid down his torso, coming to rest on his still-soft cock. This whole thing had been far too emotional for his sex drive to come into play, but as Julia gently squeezed, that all changed. "Well, then," she said. "You, Mister, have earned yourself the greatest orgasm of your life." She got up then, and she pulled him up with her free hand, never letting the hand on his crotch fall away. "I don't know, Jules," Tim said, teasing. "You've given me some pretty powerful ones in the past. Earlier today, even. I don't know if you can top them." She licked her lips and led him out of the room. "You wanna bet?" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "That's all of it," Tim said, loading yet another suitcase into the back of the rented Chevy Traverse. "Finally, it's all in here." He shut the back door and walked back up the stairs into his house, where all that was left were a few appliances, a couch Tim had decided to donate to the house's next owner, and Julia, who Tim wasn't about to give to anybody. And apparently, a black T-shirt that had somehow escaped from one of the suitcases and duffel bags and found its way onto the remaining couch. Perplexed, Tim walked toward it. "I put it there," Julia said, standing near the door. "Oh," Tim answered, picking it up. "Did you need it, or you want me to go stuff it into a bag?" "I need it for something," she answered, and Tim tossed it to her. "We're done here, right?" "Yep," he answered, wrapping her in an embrace. "Off to the airport now. The Learjet is waiting for its pilot, not to mention its incredibly gorgeous passenger." Julia grinned at him. "Can we make one stop first?" she asked. "Where?" Tim asked. "I mean, yeah, sure, but I don't know what's open at 1 a.m. on a Wednesday morning." "It's a surprise," she said, piquing Tim's curiosity. He didn't do surprises very well, but he'd gotten better at them, mostly because Julia liked giving them. "You know I can't say no to you," Tim said. He looked around his empty living room one last time, then walked hand-in-hand with Julia down the stairs and over to the car. "Where am I going?" Tim asked. "Let me drive," she answered. "Like I said. A surprise." Tim opened the driver's door for her, then got into the passenger seat. She leaned toward him, the black T-shirt in hand. "Let me put this on you," she said. "I'm wearing a shirt, thank you very much," he answered, though he knew what she wanted. He leaned his head down enough that she could tie the T-shirt around his eyes as a blindfold. She was very gentle, making sure it wasn't too tight but ensuring he wouldn't be able to see anything. "Just sit back and relax, babe," Julia said as the SUV roared to life. "I've already called the night manager at MHC, and they know we're going to be a little late. I promise, you'll enjoy this." Tim had no doubt. It had been just under a month since he'd asked Julia to marry him, and things had happened very quickly. In the days following the proposal, Brad Carver and his investors had flown to Raleigh to meet with Tim, J.T. and Howard Lancaster, so the final contracts could be reviewed and signed. Julia was at the meeting, and Howard and Brad had formally asked her to be Mile High West's CFO. Southwest had offered her a transfer to their corporate offices, too, but it had only taken Julia a few seconds to accept Howard and Brad's offer. Tim put his house on the market the same day, and despite the rush to get things moved out, they had managed to find time to squeeze in a couple showings. There were a couple of buyers interested, but Tim was in no hurry. He didn't really need the money, so he could afford to wait for a really good offer. Julia had gotten her wish, after all - she basically moved into the house for their final month in North Carolina. It had taken Tim, Julia, Sheila and J.T. a few hours to pack up everything in her tiny apartment and move it out to Tim's house, and she'd simply stayed there with Tim. A few days ago, a moving company had picked up everything from the house -- both cars, the boat, the jetskis, the hot tub, and most of the furniture and appliances. One of he and Julia's first stops to make once they arrived in Dallas was the land Tim had purchased to build their new house. Like Tim, she wanted the house in Texas to look very similar to the house they were leaving behind, but with a few small improvements. As huge as Tim's old kitchen was, she wanted an even bigger one, and she also wanted a hot tub right there in their bathroom as well as one outside on the deck. He knew she would never try to abuse the fact that they had money, but she wasn't shy about building the house of her dreams, either. As the miles flew by toward wherever Julia was taking him, Tim let his mind meander over the past few months and how everything in his life had slid neatly into place. Not just for he and Julia, but for everyone in their lives, as well. J.T. and Sheila had never been happier, and they both thought that had something to do with the fact that both of their best friends had finally found happiness as well. Everyone had shown up to watch Sheila walk across the stage to get her Bachelor's degree the week before, and as promised, J.T. took her out to show her the construction on their new house as a present. To say she had been thrilled would be an understatement -- Tim wouldn't have been shocked to hear reports of more cops showing up later that night. They were both sad that Tim and Julia were moving to Texas, but as much as they all flew, they figured they'd see each other at least once a month. Just a few days after the party at RBC Center, Carlos had led N.C. State to perhaps the biggest win in team history. And led really wasn't even the word -- more like, Carlos McDonald had single-handedly won the Orange Bowl. With the Wolfpack down by four scores at the start of the fourth quarter and the defense giving up huge tracts of yardage on every play, Carlos had asked Hank Taylor to put him in the game on defense. Hank refused, so Carlos put himself in the game anyway. Before the coaches could do anything about it, Ohio State's quarterback already had the ball - and he was the last player that tried to tackle Carlos as he returned the interception for a touchdown. N.C. State's next offensive play was an 81-yard touchdown run by Carlos, and he caught a pass for a score on the following series. Carlos threw a touchdown on a halfback pass to the regular quarterback, C.J. Franklin, with just seconds remaining in the game to get the Wolfpack within one. Instead of tying it with a point after kick, Coach Taylor decided to go for it. For his coupe de grace, Carlos ran the two-point conversion straight up the middle, right into the heart of Ohio State's defensive line, and dragged about half of their team into the end zone. It was only fitting, because he'd just metaphorically dragged 80 other guys onto the platform to accept the Orange Bowl trophy. The announcers called it one of the most dominating individual performances in the history of college football. A few weeks ago, the best player in N.C. State history had been drafted fifth overall by the Washington Redskins. When he'd seen that on ESPN, Tim's first reaction had been to vomit in his mouth -- he was a lifelong Cowboys fan, after all. Still, it was Carlos, so Tim was going to have to suck it up and root for the Redskins this fall. He wasn't the only N.C. State player drafted, though. Pat Kersee hadn't even considered playing football after college until this past season, when, like Carlos, he'd come out of nowhere to be hailed as one of the top players at his position in the ACC. He got good reviews at the NFL Combine, but he was hopelessly devoted to Tia, and was determined not to leave Raleigh until she graduated in the spring of 2010. He told anyone who would listen that if he were drafted by anyone but the Panthers, he wouldn't sign. Instead, he'd been picked in the fourth round by the Atlanta Falcons, and after a couple days of Tia begging him to do it and convincing him Atlanta was close enough that they could see each other weekly, he'd finally agreed. Mini-camp started for both Pat and Carlos in a couple weeks. All that was on top of the relationship he and Julia had carefully built since he'd finally exorcised his last demon. J.T. really had been right -- all he needed was closure. One conversation with Leira had been enough to let him move on. He was half-inclined to call her up out of the blue one day and thank her. Forgiveness was pretty powerful, and it was something Julia deeply believed in. Maybe someday. Just not today. He was still lost somewhere on Memory Lane when the SUV pulled to a stop. "We're here," Julia said. "And where's here?" Tim asked. "Silly boy," she answered. Tim heard her door open and close, and a few seconds later, his door opened and Julia took his hand. She helped him out of the car and closed the door behind him. It was almost 2 in the morning, but it was also late May, so the temperature was somewhere in the mid-60s. Tim took a deep breath and tried to hold it as long as possible, attempting to savor the moment. He let her lead him into the night for another minute or so, until she pushed him up against something cold and bumpy. He felt the surface with his hand, but only figured out that it was metal before Julia playfully slapped his wrist. "Hey, keep your hands to yourself, buddy," Julia mock-scolded him. "I've got something better for you to do with those." She wrapped her arms around his neck and forced her tongue into his mouth, and Tim wasted no time joining in. His hands rubbed up and down her back and roamed across her chest as well. As if trying to one-up him, her hands found the growing bulge in his cargo shorts, and Tim groaned. Their kiss grew more forceful as she stroked his cock through his pants and he kneaded her breasts through the sweater she wore. Tim completely forgot that his vision was blocked and that he had no idea where they were - right up until her fingers began working on his zipper. In no time, she had his cock out and in her hand, and Tim broke free from their liplock. "Julia, where are we?" Tim asked. "You sure about this?" "You'll see in a minute," she replied. "Trust me." He wanted to yank the blindfold off his face and make sure no one was watching, but he fought that instinct with all his might. Julia must have knelt in front of him, because a moment later, he felt his cock slide into her mouth. He was still nervous about their surroundings, but at least she'd given him somewhere to put his hands. "Yeah, baby," Julia said, backing up off his cock for a second. "Grab my head, and fuck my face." Tim did just that, thrusting about half his cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth. He'd done this enough to know just how much of him she could take without being able to go at her own pace, so he made sure he didn't choke her. After five minutes of that, Julia pulled him from her mouth long enough to slide his shorts down to his knees. She quickly popped him back into her mouth, cupping and massaging his balls this time. Occasionally, she let a finger slide toward his ass, tickling and teasing the sensitive skin just below his balls. That went on for a while, and then Julia redoubled her efforts on his cock, grunting as she really went to town on him. She made loud slurping noises and moaned around his cock several times, making up for his lack of vision by giving his other senses more to take in. In most circumstances, her ministrations would be more than enough to make him cum in her mouth, but not tonight. Part of it was that he was concerned about being in public -- he had no problem with public sex, but he liked to be in control of it. A larger part was that he was simply trying to hold out on Julia. If she didn't want to tell him where this incredible episode was taking place, then he was going to compensate by making it last as long as he could. It was almost as if she read his mind as he was thinking that thought. "OK, fine," she said, and he heard her rustling with something. "You don't want to let me make you cum in my mouth. I get it." She was silent for a second. "You know, most men would think you were nuts, Tim. How many men would hold themselves back from cumming if I was sucking their dick, huh? I'll tell you how many. Not a damned one." He smiled. "But, fine," she said. "I'll give you want you want." He thought that meant she was going to take the blindfold off. It didn't. Instead, she pulled him off of whatever he was leaning against, walked him a few feet away, and then turned him around. "I'm bent over, with my hands on what you were leaning against. Find my hips." His hands moved toward his waist, and then out from his body. They found her ass first, then moved slowly up to grip her hips. "So, now, you're going to fuck me," she said. "It's going to be hard and fast, deep and dirty. I'm going to cum within a few minutes, and then I'm going to go back to sucking your dick. And you're going to cum, damnit." Tim said nothing. He gripped his cock and slowly stepped forward until it came into contact with her body. He felt around until he found her pussy, then moved his cock along his finger until he lined it up at her entrance. "That's how it's going to be, huh?" Tim asked, emphasizing his point by thrusting forward, spearing her pussy with one stroke. "Son of a -- fuck me," Julia said, trying to stay quiet. "Fuck me, baby. If you don't want to cum in my mouth, then make me cum on your cock." Tim cinched in a death grip on her hips and sawed into her pussy as fast as he could. It was awkward, not being able to see what he was doing, but he was trying to stay in tune with his other senses even more. He could hear her subtle whimpers and whispered dirty talk loud and clear. He could feel her skin growing slick beneath his fingers. He could tell just by breathing through his nose that she was more than a little turned on, and he longed to get a taste of her juices. Not right now, he thought. Oh well -- maybe on the plane in a few minutes. Just as she'd dictated, it took less than five minutes for her to start cumming. She kept her voice mostly to herself, chanting out the stray expletive just loud enough for Tim to hear it, but he could feel her juices flow around his cock. He kept plowing into her as hard and deep as she'd asked for it, until a few moments later, when she asked -- told -- him to stop. She stood up, leaving his slick, wet cock bobbing freely in the late-night air. Within seconds, she'd forced him back up against the cold, metal surface, and took his cock back in her hands. "That was hot, Tim," she said. "I've done my part. Now, don't hold back. I want you to cum in my mouth." With that, she slid his cock back into her mouth. The heat of her tongue felt good on his cock, which was getting cold without something to do. She swirled it around the top and first couple inches of his cock, then alternately slid five or six inches into her mouth. Tim wondered if she was going to try to deep throat him when the familiarity of the situation struck him. She got off quickly from them having sex, but was egging him on during the blowjob, teasing him and telling him not to make her wait. They'd been here before - both in this situation, albeit with other people playing the sexual parts, and this exact location. "I know where we are," Tim said, gasping for breath. He was letting his guard down now, and he knew he was going to cum pretty quickly. "Oh, yeah?" Julia asked without stopping what she was doing. "Yep. This is too familiar." "Take the blindfold off, then," she said. Tim did, and was not surprised to discover he was leaning up against the Jimmy V statue outside the RBC Center - the place where Pat and Tia had played out this same scenario a few months ago. Of course, that had ended with cops. Julia was back at work on his cock now, bound and determined to make sure that this time around, the only lights Tim saw were flashing in his head while she made him shoot off in her mouth. "Why here?" Tim asked with the only air he had available. Able to look down now, he saw Julia smile. "You know why," she said. "Now, stop talking." He tried to figure it out, but coherent thought was a difficult task with the miracles her mouth was working on him. They'd had sex in his office on more than one occasion, and they'd had sex in his car in the parking lot, but they'd never done it out here. Sure, they'd bailed out Pat and Tia that one time, but that didn't have anything to do with them. Tim thought back to that night, and how he'd cleverly manipulated the cops into letting the two co-eds go. He tried to think of what he said -- and suddenly it him. And then, so did his orgasm. His knees buckled as the first wave barreled into him, and his hand pushed up against the concrete base of the statue. He felt shot after shot erupt from his cock and into Julia's waiting mouth. He gripped her head with his free hand as the last few streams spurted from him, and he realized there was no way at least some of his cum hadn't gone straight down her throat. "I hear you," he said, but couldn't add more just yet. Fireworks had indeed shot off inside his tightly closed eyelids during the orgasm, and he was waiting for the blinking blotches to disappear. Through the spots, he saw that just a few drops had escaped from her lips. She waited until he was clearly focused on her, then made a big production out of swallowing. She opened her mouth as if to say, "See? All gone." "What do you hear?" she asked after a minute had passed. She stood up, pulling her shorts back up. She'd been using them as a cushion on the ground. "I know why we're here," Tim said, doing the same with his own shorts. Within seconds, they were both fully clothed, just a love struck couple cuddling near a statue to anyone passing by. "Of course you do," Julia answered, cuddling up close to him and nestling her face into his shoulder. "But see, here's the thing," Tim said, snaking his arm around her back and squeezing tight. They stayed that way for a moment, until Tim took her hand. Her symbolism wasn't lost on him - he fully understood what she'd gone through, how hard she'd worked for what they had between them now. Still, the joke was too good to pass up. "I'm still pretty sure that's not what Jimmy V meant by, 'Don't ever give up.'" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Note: Thanks for sticking with me until the end, folks! I gave serious thought to splitting this chapter up, and ending the first part with the cliffhanger, after the voicemail. But after the beatings I took with the first few chapters, and the cliffhangers there, I decided I didn't want to do that to you guys. ;-) Hopefully, this was the happy ending you were all hoping for as hardcore readers of the romance section (you'd have to be to make it this far). I spent almost a year working on this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. If you want e-mail notices when I send out future chapters of my other story, Brad's Road Trip, or when I post new projects, check out my bio for details on how to do that.*

BedLove

The night was still young, only about 9:00 P.M. A young woman, around the age of 22, was strolling around her one bedroom apartment. Wearing nothing but a soft, blue silk bathrobe, she walks from one end of her small kitchen, looking for something, although not sure what. Her soft brown hair fell gently down over her shoulders, ending at the curves of her ample breasts. Her bathrobe held tight to her sexy, curvy frame, showing every curve and crevice, from her shoulders down to the sides of her thighs. Her soft hands ran along her cupboard, her slender fingers grasping one handle, pulling it open. She reaches in with the other, and pulls out a clear glass. Running her fingers under the faucet for a few moments to make sure the water is cold, she fills her cup. Walking over to her large bay window, which seemed out of place for such a small apartment, she gazes out onto the road below. Busy businessmen and lovely teen couples walked the streets, some skipping along, anxious to get home and be together alone, some quietly walking along, just enjoying holding each other. She smiled. There can be such love and beauty in this world, she thought, her smile growing. She closes her eyes, thinking of her past, bringing up some wonderful intimate memories she has shared with her lovers. Although she enjoyed the raw, sexual urges the men she has been with, the intimacy of her few female lovers has overshot the males. Something sparks in her mind, and her hand twitches, almost losing grip of the glass. A small amount of water spills out, landing on the top of her chest, and streams down her cleavage. She giggles, enjoying the feeling of the water seeping down between her breasts. She notices a slight wetness forming elsewhere, between her legs. She leans against her window, lifting one leg up, and squeezes, pressing her pussy lips against each other. She bites her bottom lip, rubbing her airborne leg back and forth, feeling the sensation tingle up her pussy, up to her stomach, and into her thighs. She sets the glass down on the floor, not caring whether or not she knocks it over. Leaning her forehead against the glass, her slender arms untie her bathrobe belt, letting it fall open, exposing her naked form to the air. She sees her reflection in the mirror, and grins. Her soft, curving cheekbones, her round eye sockets, slightly wide nose and thin lips gave her a cuteness that most people couldn't see and not glance for a second look. Her eyes meet her eyes, and she grins again. Her own reflection excites her, and a flare of soft pleasure pulses inside her pussy. She stares at herself, working down her body, looking at her firm breasts, with the material of her robe still barely covering her nipples. She works her way down, between her legs, and sees the roundness of her lips pressed against each other. She gasps, squeezing her pussy together again. The sensation in her crotch, isn't that strong, although it feels incredible, and it's building. Still leaning against the glass, she slides her robe over her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Her nipples have hardened, and she pushes them against the glass, pressing the tips into her breasts. She lets out a slight gasp, turning her head to the side, pressing her cheek on the window. She rubs her chest up and down a few times, feeling the electricity run through her tits, and into her torso. Her hand subconsciously runs up her thigh, and cups her pussy, as she closes her eyes. The fire inside her flares, the touch of her hand on her crotch increasing her arousal so much that she lets out a gasp. She rubs, letting the pulse of pleasure run up her body, feeling her legs start to get feeble. She spreads them, bracing herself more against the window. She slowly slips her middle finger into her pussy, letting out another gasp. She could feel an early orgasm coming, although she wanted to hold out. She hooks her finger, rubbing it along the upper wall of her pussy, glancing on her g spot. She almost loses her balance as a massive spasm flows through her. She pushes her breasts up against the glass again, and slides her finger out of her pussy. Regaining her composure, she walks over to her bedroom door. A slight trickle of her juice was running down her leg, and she could feel the massive tingling inside her building as she walked, her wet lips rubbing against her thighs. With her wet finger in her mouth, she opens her door, steps through, and walks to her bed. It's a queen sized bet, with perfectly sized bedposts at the corners. She sets her eyes on one of them. Staring at the post, she crunches down, spreading her legs open, and pulls close to the corner of the bed. She wraps her arms around the post, and presses her crotch against the side of the curvy post. The wood splits her lips apart, and her swollen clit makes contact with the surface of the post. She gasps, and immediately starts rubbing frantically up and down the post. She can feel her orgasm approaching, and pulls away. She then pulls forward again, smashing against the pole. A massive wave of electric pleasure flows through her, her clit feeling like it's about to explode, she rubs upward then stops. Her orgasm was almost there, begging to come, but she won't allow it. Not yet. She stands up and positions her soaking lips above the bedpost. She gently lowers herself onto it, slightly spreading out her lips. She grasps her breasts, cupping and pushing them upward, not wanting to neglect them. Her nipples harden even more, hurting just a little. She cups her right breast, pushing all the way up, and bends her neck down, pulling her nipple into her mouth. She sucks intently, feeling the lightning travel from her nipple, from her pussy, to the rest of her body. She sits down on the post, taking a good 8 inches all the way into her pussy. She throws her head back, letting go of her chest, putting her hand on the sides of the bed. She sits down more, taking as much of the post in, stretching her immensely. She could feel the post inside her, pushing out on her vaginal walls, the massive pleasure causing her mouth to gasp open, and her mind begin to lose touch with reality. She opens her eyes, although can't comprehend what she's seeing. All she knows is what's going on between her legs, inside her. She moves up and down, slightly, feeling the ball on the tip of the post press against her cervix, stretching out her tight pussy. She grasps the remaining part of the post on the bottom, and leans back, rubbing the ball on the top of her pussy. Leaning back more the massive wooden object makes contact with her g spot. Her eyes fly open, then clamp shut, as her orgasm takes over her entire body. In her mind all she feels is everything imaginable that's good, built up inside her, causing every nerve of her body to explode with unimaginable pleasure. Her pussy clamps down hard on the post, her clit pulsates, her leg muscles tightening up. Her torso convulses forward, her massive orgasm making every muscle in her body contract with ecstasy. She opens her mouth to scream out, but the wave of a second orgasm pulses up from her pussy lips, into her clit, then spreads out through her body, making everything stiff. Her mouth frozen open, she opens her eyes. Her second orgasm flushed out through her body, reaching the highest climax she ever experienced, and held there. She has no idea how long, her entire sense of time lost in ecstasy. Her pussy convulses on the post hard, her body vibrating, and she loses consciousness. She wakes up several hours later, laying face down on the bed. The perfect roundness of the bedpost allowed her to slide off after her cumming, and she figured she must've pulled up on it enough for her to fall off with no problems. She smiles, then giggles. She looks back at the post, it glistening from the moonlight shining from the window, through her open bedroom door. Letting out a sigh, she closes her eyes for a minute, and realizes her favorite blanket is laying on the bed next to her. It was a small quilt, knitted for her years ago, by her mother shortly before she had died. She clutches the corner running her finger along the embroidery. Her name. Mieka.

Fragment of a Dream

*I entrust you with the only copy. I know that you will not mistake my purpose, but we know who will. I can call nothing in my house entirely my own. The words are wretched, of course, but perhaps they give some sense.* Kneeling. He is naked before me. There are no faces in my dreams, as in my life; I have no memory for them. Only voices, and words. I see no higher than his chest - it is strong - but I know who he is. His hand comes to my cheek, rough and good. I sense a smile, see the image of it hazily, faceless. It warms me. His legs are strong, the hair dark - but I know it is blonde. Strange, the things the mind supplies. Behind me. The dream intensifies. Another. Nameless. He slides home, deep but painless - a powerful sensation of fullness. I feel the calculated thrust of him, his hands fanned hot on my cheeks as his thumbs pull them apart, letting him drive home. It's hard, deep anal - hotter and harder and more delicious than life has ever seen fit to give me. I bow down and raise my hips, pushing back, taking him deeper. He's hard with that blue-steel hardness that radiates heat and a power of desire. I take him. The hand brushes my cheek. He is pleased. Awake, I will wonder why. Do I think it would please him, to see me like that? I doubt it. Perhaps I think he wants me to understand him? To see the world as he does? I can play Freudian games with this all night. Who knows what the mind speaks to the mind in the sleeping hours. But in those sleeping hours - he is pleased. And I am hungry for more. More of the cock that drives home into my throbbing ass - so intense that when I wake, I will still feel it. More of the cock that stands before more, to which I raise my lips. But perhaps most of all, more of the hand that strokes my hair back as I move to him, and the smile - that I see, without his face, with the inscrutable logic of dreams - that is warm, and approving. I dream his cock a hungry thickness, the head of it scraping fat and round against my back teeth as I slide it back with low, smothered, grateful sounds. It's good. It's deeply good. There's no way to say it without sounding like some stupid porn movie, some pathetic piece of throw-away stroke, but I love sucking cock. The fullness and thickness in my mouth, the heavy hard thrust, the taste and the scent ... there's something immensely powerful in it. The sense of owning and being owned at once, the power and command, the pleasure and the ability to give pleasure - all combine and I groan as I feel him slide over my tongue. His hand touches again, approving, and I sense his smile as a thrust from behind presses my mouth hard against him. He likes it. I'm still drunk with the taste of his cock. I want to say something, but when I wake I will not know if I said it. Or thought it. Or somehow spoke while never lifting my lips, as in my dream I do not think I did. I wince, awake, when I think of the words - Freud can help one so far, but why those words? They are, roughly, "You must know how much I've longed for this." And in the dream I mean it intensely; I feel that power of desire that is nearly despair. A hit, a very palpable hit. Why that little communication from the closed quarters of the internal city? In my dream I think it or say it looking up, but I still see no face - only hands, and again a smile. I lower my eyes and indulge in the utter pleasure. He slides home in my mouth and begins to thrust, slowly. Behind me, stronger, harder, the thrusts quicken. I am shaken, and his hands grip my shoulders as I take him in my hand and begin to suck and stroke him into my mouth. As the good, hard fucking drives home from behind, I feel his pleasure in it, in this release that grows intensely sweet. I feel the words, though he does not speak him - something tells me I hear his voice, but somehow no words. But I know them. "Good girl. Ah, good." His hands touches my cheek. I wake.

Fran Johnson Ch. 04

We went to church the following Sunday and Father Mick gave a wonderful sermon, and we received communion. Afterwards, Father greeted us outside the church, and gave me a nice chaste hug and shook Bill's hand. It was very normal and easy between us, although I did feel a flash of guilt that I hadn't told Bill anything about showing Father Mick my vagina. It seemed that our life had changed and that sex played a much larger role. Not that sex hadn't been good and important before, but it had just moved way up both our priority list. Bill would play golf most Saturday mornings and I would shop, or run errands or get my hair done. In the afternoon, we would often go "bussing" as Bill came to call it. I would dress in a short skirt with no panties, and we would ride busses and go to Starbucks and I would flash men and let them see my shaved vagina in towns nearby, but never in our own town again. I came to enjoy the rush of flashing men, and it inflamed Bills libido. We would have sex as soon as we got home, and Bill would often lick me afterwards, cleaning his and my juices from my vagina, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm in the process. We fell into this routine, although he didn't do that every time. Sometimes we just made love like we had in the past. I found that I liked it both ways. As time progressed, Bill started wanting to fantasize that I had just made love with another man, and the sperm he was licking out of me was from this stranger. He wanted me to tell him how the man had "fucked me good" while he licked me. I tried my best to accommodate him, but I often felt silly or foolish while doing it. Bill certainly did seem to like it, though. We were home from work just after noon on a Thursday in early June when the doorbell rang. Answering the door, I saw Trevor Hamilton standing on our small porch. Trevor was the son of our next-door neighbors, and had been away at college during the school year. The Hamiltons had been our neighbors for 12 years, and I had watched Trevor grow up. He had turned into a fine looking 20 year old young man. Trevor reminded me that Bill had hired him to take care of the lawn and yard over the summer, and he just wanted to let me know he'd be working most of the rest of the day weeding, pruning, mowing, and raking. Bill came to the door just then, and told Trevor he wanted to show him what we needed done. Trevor and Bill went out the front door and I went back to my housework. I was working in the bathroom and bedrooms upstairs doing the dusting, changing sheets, vacuuming, and cleaning the fixtures in the bath. I thought about Trevor working outside in the sun, and decided to take him some cold lemonade. I made some from fresh lemons, mixed it with ice, and took it outside. Trevor had taken his shirt off, and I was pleasantly surprised at his tanned, muscular torso. Bill was nearby, working on the lawnmower, and I felt that although I shouldn't with Bill so close, I told Trevor that he certainly had grown into a fine looking young man. I was quite taken aback with his muscular arms and chest, and I asked him how he was so tanned early in the year. "Spring Break at the beach, Mrs. J.", was his reply. "Well it looks quite good on you, Trevor." I told him. I blushed, and tried to cover my tracks. "Listen to this old woman going on!" "You're not old, Mrs. J.," was his reply. "Besides, I always thought you were pretty hot when I was growing up." He suddenly blushed as well, then realized that Bill was right there. "Well, you know," he continued. "Even though you're my Mom's age and all." Bill stood up and said to me, "Let's get inside, Fran, and let Trevor get to his work." He led me inside, and I hoped that I hadn't embarrassed Trevor. He just looked so masculine and so strong, I just couldn't help but notice. As we walked in the door, I realized that I really didn't want to go in the house with Bill. I would rather have stayed outside talking to Trevor. It gave me a pleasant feeling and made me a bit aroused. Once inside, Bill told me to go upstairs and put on my sexiest panty and bra set. When I asked him why, he just told me to run upstairs and do it. I went up and put on a lacy set with a thong and an underwire bra that left little to the imagination. Not knowing what to put on over it, I just put a robe on. When I went back downstairs, Bill was sitting in his reclining chair reading the newspaper. He asked to see what was under my robe, and I untied it and pulled it open. Bill whistled through his teeth, telling me that I looked beautiful. That's when he told me what his latest plan was. I was to clean house in only my bra and panties as soon as Trevor began working in the back yard. It so happened that almost the entire back of the house was glass windows from ceiling to floor, with sliding doors where the patio was, off the dining area. Trevor would certainly be able to see me clearly through the windows. I told Bill that I didn't think I could do that. What if his parents found out? "Bill, no! Please!" I cried. He said it would be fine, and that Trevor had already told me that he thought I looked hot. I was just going to give him a little bit better view so he could see how hot I really was. He also said there was no way a 20 year old boy would tell his parents he had been ogling a neighbor. "I just don't know if I can do it." I told Bill. "We've know him since he was a boy. We know his parents." "They'll never know, Fran. He'll go back to school this fall and tell all the boys in the dorm about the great show his next-door neighbor gave him over the summer. And he'll probably leave early today to go home and pull himself off, thinking about you!" Bill could be very convincing. "I don't know," I told Bill. "I'll try." After a bit, Bill went outside to tell Trevor that he wanted him to move to the back yard and begin weeding the flower bed against the house. Bill came back in and told me that Trevor would be weeding on the other side of the windows, and that I should put on a good show for him. I saw Trevor come into view through the windows, pushing the wheelbarrow in front of him. "Take off your robe, Fran. Quick before he sees you!" Bill came over and started tugging on my robe. I was torn. I didn't know if I wanted it to go this far. The boys on bus were strangers. Father Mick had seen me nearly naked, and he was bound to keep it secret. But Trevor lived right next door and I knew his parents. "Quick, Fran!" Bill cried out. Making a decision, I hastily untied the belt and slid the robe off my shoulders. Bill pulled it off and threw it on the couch. "Get busy, Fran. Start cleaning," he told me. I stood like a deer caught in the headlights. I was in a panic that young Trevor was going to see my 45 year-old almost naked body, but at the same time I felt a rush of excitement and arousal. I quickly grabbed a dust rag and a spray-can of Pledge, and began dusting the coffee table and end tables. Bill returned to his recliner and took his newspaper back up again. "He hasn't noticed you yet, Fran," Bill said from behind his paper. "I can see him if I glance past the edge of my paper, and he hasn't noticed yet." I cleaned the same spot over and over, bent over at the waist, my rear end facing the window, with only the string of the thong running in the cleft between my cheeks, facing right out towards Trevor. "Oh, there it is!" Bill cried from his paper. "He just noticed, but looked away like its something he shouldn't see." I could feel my heart beating hard and could hear the rush of blood in my ears as I realized that Trevor would soon look again and see the bare cheeks of my rear exposed, as well as the creamy backs of my thighs. I was becoming quite aroused. "He's looking again. This time he's taking his sweet time, too," Bill exclaimed. "Move around a bit, Fran. Let him see the goods." I began moving slowly around the coffee table, spraying and polishing the smooth finish, so Trevor could see me from all angles. I was becoming more and more aroused as I finished the dusting. "How about a little vacuuming, Fran? Vacuum over closer to the window," Bill directed. I got the vacuum cleaner, then bent at the waist to plug in the vacuum, being sure to expose my rear to Trevor. I began slowly vacuuming the carpet, reaching and stretching as much as possible to expose my body in its most appealing form. As I vacuumed near the window, I could see Trevor glancing my way often as he weeded. I was becoming more and more aroused, and as I said, when my engine begins running down between my legs, I sometimes do things I shouldn't. When I finished vacuuming, I went to the hall closet and got a feather duster and a stepstool. I set the stepstool near the right wall, and grabbing the duster, climbed to the first step and reached up to dust the crease where the ceiling met the walls. In my quest for the imaginary cobwebs, I stretched my body to reach all the way up. Bill watched and reported back to me on Trevor observing me. Evidently he had stopped working and was just gawking at me through the window. On the stool, stretching with my arms in the air, I knew that Trevor could see almost everything. I moved the stepstool down the wall, moving towards the windows, until I moved the stepstool in front of the window and climbed it again, stretching to reach the ceiling. I was no more than 4 feet from Trevor, facing right at him, separated only by the glass of the window. I put one foot on a rung above another and parted my legs slightly so he could see the material covering my vagina. I knew that I was very, very wet, and I almost hoped he could see the moisture leaking through the thin material. I knew he could see the fronts of my legs, the thin piece of material covering my vagina, my belly, and my lacy, push up bra with my breasts spilling from them. Oh how I wished I could reach back and unsnap the hook on my bra and let Trevor, with his hard, tanned body, see my full breasts and pink, hard nipples. "Fran, he's stopped working and is just staring now." Bill had been observing the entire time from behind his newspaper. "Maybe he needs some more lemonade." I was so excited by this time that the idea of talking to Trevor dressed like this was very, very appealing. I stepped down from the stool, and I looked directly at him. He was crouched in the garden, staring right at me, with his mouth hanging open. When he realized I was looking at him, he looked away. I knocked on the window, and motioning as if I was pouring from a pitcher, I mouthed "More lemonade?" Trevor nodded and I held up my index finger to indicate I'd have it in just a moment. Before I went for the lemonade, though, I leaned over to pick up the stepstool, and I felt my breasts fall and swing inside my bra. I knew that Trevor could see the tops of my creamy white breasts, and could see down my cleavage. I hesitated for a moment before picking up the stepstool, giving Trevor a good look at my breasts. I went to the kitchen without putting on my robe and squeezed a few more lemons, adding sugar and water until it was just right. I iced the mixture, and grabbed two plastic cups from the cupboard. Walking out the back sliding door, I motioned Trevor over to the patio. I'm sure my chest and neck were bright red with the flush of arousal as I poured two glasses and handed Trevor one. I motioned him over to the rocking outdoor double glider we have on the patio. Trevor sat, and I joined him, only inches away with my lemonade. "How was school this year, Trevor? I asked, as I gently moved one of my legs side to side. It created a slight pressure on my vagina each time my legs closed and it felt very good. I could smell Trevor's perspiration and it was a masculine, almost sweet scent. His bare chest was just inches from me, as was my nearly naked body only inches from him. "Not bad, Mrs. J," he gulped. My courses were really hard, but I did really well." I couldn't believe it was coming out of my mouth, but I replied, "I always found in college that the harder it was, the more I liked it." He flushed, and I added, "I mean, the harder the class, the more I focused and the more I enjoyed it." He finally laughed nervously and said, "Yeah, I like them when they're hard, too." He glanced towards my breasts. I looked through the window and saw Bill watching us over the top of his newspaper. He had been on the same section for so long. "So Mrs. J.," Trevor said. "Do you always clean house in your underwear?" "Yes, Trevor, I do. I don't like to get my clothes all icky. It's really no different than a swim suit, is it?" I smiled at him. "Well, you sure don't look icky. You actually look really, really nice." He smiled. "I like watching you clean house." "Thank you, Trevor," I told him. "Nobody's ever told me that." I patted his leg and stood, yawning and stretching while his hungry eyes roamed over my body. "Well," I said when my yawn subsided. "I guess we'd better get back to work." I walked over and patted him on the chest. "Don't get too much sun." I told him. "Yes, Mom!" he laughed and walked towards the flower bed. I went back in the house and as soon as I slid the door shut, Bill asked me what we were talking about from behind his paper. I gave him a brief recap and then he told me we should go upstairs and fool around. My vagina was squishing when I walked, and I badly wanted sexual satisfaction, especially after being so close to Trevor, both of us with so little clothing on. Oh, how I would love to be naked next to him. Oh my goodness! I'm not sure I should be thinking that. "I have more cleaning to do, Bill." I picked up the stepstool and moved it a few feet. "And Trevor wants to see more. I know he does." My engine was running now, and the enjoyment and excitement I was getting from exposing myself to Trevor far outstripped my fear and trepidation about what might come of it. Bill went back to reading, and I went back to cleaning cobwebs. I could see that Trevor was feeling far more comfortable staring directly at me now, and our eyes met frequently as I would glance out the window at him. Suddenly I had an idea. I went to the kitchen and filled a bucket with hot water and window-cleaning solution. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and went back to the windows. I wetted down the window, and folding a paper napkin, began to wipe the window. I looked at Trevor and Trevor looked back at me. Our eyes met and held. I stopped wiping, and we just looked at each other eye to eye. I felt a huge rush of excitement, as we both silently acknowledged what was going on. I was putting on a show for him, exposing myself to him, opening myself to him. He was watching with appreciation, his eyes taking in my body, his body lusting after mine. He smiled. I smiled back. Only the glass separated us. Dropping the paper towels, I reached back and unhooked my bra. As I let go, it opened in the back and hung loosely around my breasts. Never taking my eyes off Trevor, I took the two cups in my hand and pulled them forward, the straps riding down my arms. I dropped the bra at my side. Trevor's eyes left mine, moving down and taking in my exposed breasts. I could feel that my nipples were hard little rocks and a shiver went through me as the cool air of the house hit them. I watched as Trevor drank in the sight of my nipples. He felt no shame in looking, and I felt no shame in him seeing. We stood face to face for a minute or more, Trevor unabashedly studying my breasts, me looking at Trevor's eyes roam over them. Finally, I bent down, my breasts swinging, and picked up the paper towels. I went back to wiping the window, my breasts moving from side to side with the motion of my arms. Trevor hesitated for a moment, then reached down to the crotch of his cut-off jeans. He adjusted himself, quite openly. I looked down and could see the huge bulge in his pants and felt sorry that I had probably caused him some discomfort as his young, obviously large penis had hardened and been constrained in bad position by his pants. I suddenly had a mental image of Trevor's penis: long, hard, pink skin darkening near the top, with a huge mushroom head. I longed to take it in my hand, to rub it lovingly, to kiss it, and feel it warm between my legs; to feel it slide into me and fill me. I stopped wiping and shuddered visibly. Finally, never taking his eyes off me, he got down on all fours and began weeding again, stopping often to watch me clean the windows, completely topless, through the thin window. I finished cleaning the windows, my lust and excitement never flagging for a moment, knowing that Trevor was feasting his eyes on my belly, my legs, my bare breasts. "Take your bottoms off too, Fran." I had almost forgotten that Bill was still behind me, sitting in his recliner, newspaper in hand. "Come on, Fran. Go all the way," he told me. I think I was as turned on as I had ever been, and the object of my lust was beyond my reach, yet right in front of me. Trevor, seeing me standing there facing him, my breasts pert and my nipples stiff, finally stood and faced me. We looked at each other for a few moments, and then I grabbed each side of my panties and began pulling them down. Down my legs they went, slowly, as Trevor watched. My breasts swung as I pulled them off over my feet and dropped them. I stood back up, and I watched as Trevor's eyes moved down my body to my vagina. "That's it, Fran," I heard from behind the newspaper. "That's it!" I returned to cleaning the windows again, fully naked, fully exposed to Trevor's lust-filled eyes. I felt as if the entire region around my loins was on fire. I wanted so badly to feel something inside me, to fill me up, to satisfy me. I made sure that Trevor got plenty of looks at the smooth lips of my vagina and even turned around and bent over so he could see my slit below my buttocks. Then Bill spoke again. "I'm ready to burst, Fran. I'm going upstairs; finish cleaning, then come up so I can fuck you," Bill said as he stood. As he disappeared up the stairs, I did the final wiping down of the large picture windows, eliminating any streaks. Then I smiled at Trevor and gave him a little wave. I turned and headed up the stairs. Bill was laying on our bed, naked, his 5 inch penis hard and sticking straight up in the air. "Suck it, Fran," Bill said as soon as I got in the room. I moved quickly over to the bed, and kneeling beside Bill, grabbed his hard penis and stroked it up and down a couple of times. Then I bent my head down and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around the head, then licking up and down the shaft. I thought about Trevor downstairs, still doing his weeding, probably still hard from watching me clean the house naked. I wondered what Trevor's penis would feel like in my hand; in my mouth. Then Bill sat up, grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over onto my back. He climbed on top of me, and I took hold of his penis and guided it towards my vagina. When he slid it in I cried out, I was so needful of a good fucking. He immediately started ramming it in and out of me, and my cries of joy and lust were loud and filled with urgency. I briefly remembered leaving the bedroom windows open after I had cleaned the room, and I knew that Trevor, working just below, must be able to hear my cries. I began to moan and cry out even louder. Bill hammered away at me. "Faster, Bill, harder!" I begged as he pistoned in and out of my soaking vagina. I could hear the squish, squish, squish as he ran his full length in and out of me. I thought of Trevor's muscled, tan torso, and suddenly came hard and violently. Wave after wave of the orgasm rippled through my body as Bill made his final thrusts before pumping his seed into me. As I floated back to Earth, it dawned on me that I had probably been more turned on than I had ever been. I had been aching for sex. Not just wanting; aching for it. We lay for a while, then Bill got off the bed and gave me a kiss. "I'd better go down and pay Trevor for his day's work," he said. "Although I suspect he's already been paid enough, being able to gawk at you most of the day." I told Bill that I wanted to take a nap, and climbed under the covers. After Bill had left the room I lay there for a moment. Then I heard him talking to Trevor in the living room, settling up for the day's pay. When I heard Trevor's voice, I moved my hand to my messy vagina. I began rubbing it up and down, thinking about Trevor's hard young body, feeling Bill's sperm and my juices mixed there. My fingertips found my clitoris, and I began to rub it just the way I like it. Before I knew it, I was cumming again, trying to stay silent as the orgasm washed over me. Then I drifted off to sleep.

Hotel Frolics Ch. 02

*I’m sorry that the second half to this story has taken such a long time to finish off. I apologise, but here it is and I hope you’ll like it. The story takes off right where it ended in “Hotel Frolics”; with Anna and Tom preparing to shave Frida…Comments and feedback is greatly appreciated. /LP* \* Anna turns to me. "Can you get me the hose and turn on the water?" Thrilled to participate, I reach for the shower hose and turn the water on so I can hose down her pussy. As I hose it down Anna strokes it and rubs Frida's clit lightly, teasing it in passing. We can't hear any complaints. I move the hose to get her crotch all wet and to clear out the loose hair. I resist moving a hand down to touch the now trimmed pussy, but all inside all I want to do is open those swelling lips and push a finger in. But Anna is watching me intently and with razor in hand. By now my dick is really really hard and as usual Anna notices. Another quick rub from her free hand and my pre-cum is once again rubbed all over the head. She lingers a little longer, squeezing me and giving me a quick wank. I always love when she does, but especially in this situation! Time to lather up. Sara is standing by the open doorway and watches intently. "Can you pass me the foam?" Anna asks me. I hand her the can. "Can you help me a bit?" "Uh, what?" I say, dumbfounded. "Help me out here, we need to lather her up rich so it'll be easier to shave." Hardly believing my luck I spray a big glob of foam into my hand and reach for Frida's pussy. Anna has already worked up a good amount of lather, but I eagerly add the foam in my hand. Silently I enjoy the slippery feeling of it all. While working up a rich lather and running my hand through Frida's trimmed pubes, I see Anna touching Frida's pussy lips, her fingers teasingly gliding along the gash. My rock hard cock twitches in joy at the sight of her hands moving all the way back to her friend's asshole, making sure it's all lathered up more than adequately. Frida's eyes meet Anna's and by the dilated pupils, slightly heavy eyelids and ragged breathing I can tell she's enjoying this as much as we are. As Anna works the lather up and down Frida's slit I concentrate on her mound. Carefully I part Frida's outer lips, nudging closer to her clit. Her hips push forward as my fingers touches it. Gently I pry the lips and work around the red little knob. I can feel her hips slowly rocking against my hand and my heart makes an excited jump when she reaches down to part her lips for me. "Keep doing that to her," Anna whispers. "It'll make her more relaxed." I happily oblige and keep rubbing Frida's protruding clit. The sight of it throbbing and the pungent smell from her moist pussy is getting to me. I start to rub in bigger circles, including her whole pussy area. Her juices are collecting and her hips keep meeting my hand with a new eagerness that wasn't there before. The fact that she's keeping herself open to my prying fingers makes it all the more delectable. "Do you like what Tom's doing?" Anna whispers huskily into Frida's ear. "Yes..." "Then think about how nice it'll feel when we're done shaving you. Imagine the feeling of his tongue on your bare skin..." She grabs the razor and hands it over to me. I take it and carefully begin to shave the sides of the mound. After every stroke I clean the razor in the water stream from the bathtub. As I move in towards the centre I ask Frida if she wants me to leave some in the middle, but she insists it's all gotta go. Who am I not to oblige? "Make sure you don't miss anything," Anna says, smiling. I make sure everything is tip-top smooth before moving onto Frida's pussy area. Like any other sane man I love the feeling of playing with a girl's pussy, and this is one day I won't forget in a hurry! Frida parts her legs more so I can reach properly. It's nice to get even more access to that pussy of hers. Oh boy, she's going to get such a licking, whether she likes it or not! I pin down her left labium and carefully manoeuvre the razor in short gentle strokes until it's clean. Then I give it another pass and inspect it, cleaning up any stray strands that are left closer to her opening. Before I move on to do the same on the other side I can't help tease her a little by playing with her clit, and slowly rubbing her pussy up and down it's length with the tip of my finger. With my thumb I hold open her opening and let it go in just slightly, but mainly I concentrate on her clit. All this time I keep eye contact with her. She is hardly blinking and watches me intently. Then her eyes go to Anna and then back to me. Her breathing is shallow but rapid, sort of mini gasps. She's surprisingly calm. Perhaps she's not as innocent as Anna has made her out to be? The atmosphere has changed and from the corner of my eye, I can tell Sara's still by the doorway. She's not standing though. In fact, she's sitting down with a hand down her trousers. I throw a quick glance in her direction and realise she's playing with herself. I wonder how long she's been doing that. Anna's sitting next to me and has a satisfied smile on her lips. I can see her nipples have become erect and the cold air in the bathroom is making her breasts tighten. I am hoping everyone is as turned on as me. Turning back to Frida I continue to shave. Suddenly I feel something by my mouth and my nose drills are filled with a heavy scent. I open my mouth and feel Anna's fingers, coated with her own pussy juices, slipping into my mouth. It's slick and has a nice familiar taste to it. I lick it all off and grin at Anna. Knowing how wet she gets I bet she has created a small puddle on the floor! That's one thing I like about her, she gets easily turned on and lubricated quite a lot. I decide to reach round to see just how wet she is. "Oh my god, you're wet!" I say hoarsely. It turns me on even more to feel Anna sliding in her own juices on the floor as I probe her pussy. I hook two fingers in and push and pull her pussy a little. "You really are sopping wet, you horny little bitch, aren't you!" I chuckle, before returning my attentions back to Frida. I continue to shave the other side of her pussy, making sure I haven't missed anything. Finally I move further down her crack and shave every last bit very gently and slowly, taking care not to nick her anus or anywhere else. I enjoy the feeling of rubbing my hand up and down her completely smooth snatch. It's still slippery from the lather and Frida doesn't seem to mind at all. If she's still shy, she's hiding it very very well. \# Anna hands me the shower stream and I in turn hand it to Frida. Hesitantly she guides it between her parted legs and cleans her shaven snatch for the first time. With the gentle stream of warm water pressed right in to her pussy, she cocks her legs slightly, revelling in this highly arousing – though unusual - situation. She's aware that everyone's looking at her, even her sister who is standing not eight feet away and can see her wide-open smooth pussy. Frida's top is a little wet from the shower water, so she takes it off and reveals a semi-transparent bra. Her nipples are quite evident, darkened and visibly protruding through the material. Her breasts are shapely and full. I can't help wishing she'll take it off, or let me to it for her! "So, how does it feel?" Anna asks. "Do you like it?" Frida looks down at her clean-shaven snatch. Timidly she touches the smooth skin. "It feels...different." "It takes a while to get used to, and you might have some problem with itching in the beginning, but don't worry. It'll be fine and you'll get used to it." "It's so...smooth," Frida says, hardly believing it. "My skin feels so soft." "Yes," Anna smiles. "Don't you love it?" Meanwhile I take the shower head and drop it back into the bath. I then move in to Frida's inner thigh and place a gentle kiss. Carefully I kiss along her thigh until I reach her pussy. My lips brushes over her clit while my tongue subtly flick over her gash. Thankfully she doesn't move or close her legs, nor does she push me away. Feeling bolder I plant gentle rosebud kisses on her thighs, and then brave licking her slit with my tongue. She shudders and lightly holds me by the face with one hand, and clasps the back of it with the other. When I look up Frida's looking directly at me, steadily breathing through her mouth. She parts her legs some more, eagerly moving her pelvis up towards me slightly. I can smell her aroma now and feel the heat emanating from her depths. As my tongue guides its way up her opening, from bottom to her erect clit, it probes a little firmer and I can feel a coating of slick juice on my tongue and trailing behind. I swallow and it tastes, oh, so very good. In fact, I want some more of it and eagerly continue to tease and probe my tongue inside her hole, lapping it up a few times, withdrawing and swallowing again. I can hear her breath getting deeper, and when I look her toes are curled and her back is a little arched. Smiling to myself I can't help but assume she's enjoying the sensations. Gently I part her lips with my thumbs, spreading and pushing up, proudly revealing her engorged clit. I blow on it slightly then very tenderly play my tongue around it and kiss it some more. My lips surround it as I suck it softly. As I suck I work my way down her length, into the hole and back up, enveloping it in her own juices which are now bubbling out of her eager and wanting hole. I watch as it contracts and opens, showing me everything she has to offer. Her juices are flowing freely and I take the opportunity to press my flattened tongue and wiggle it up and down her pussy. I don't know what the others are making of this, but Frida's finding it difficult answering that same question herself, going by her responses. "Relax," I can hear Anna's voice say. "Go with the flow. Enjoy it. Lie back and relax." Anna's words seem to have a somewhat calming effect on Frida. I can feel her relaxing a bit more, but now and then she tenses up. It's like she doesn't know how to respond to the situation. Who can blame her? She's a quiet girl, although from time to time she does let out a soft moan or cry. At those times a wonderful tingle runs through my body. I find her soft moans very arousing as they come from a deep place and hit the right note in me. Meanwhile I can hear Anna's not holding back. Knowing her libido to be matching mine, at times surpassing it, I look behind me and find she has worked herself into a bit of a sweat by now. She is crouching and has two fingers inside of her while panting as she watches me give head to her friend only a few inches away. Suddenly Anna stops her administrations. Someone's put a finger inside of her and as she pulls her's out and tries to steady herself, she looks behind and sees Sara looking at her with a pleasurable look. I can tell Anna's surprised, for a brief minute she doesn't seem to know how to react to her friend's invading finger, but pretty soon she closes her eyes and give out a loud groan. "Put another in," she begs hoarsely. Sara obliges and slides another finger into Anna's soaking pussy. Her fingers are strong and curved slightly along the shape of Anna's pussy. "Oooh, that's so nice," Anna sighs, slowly rocking her hips to meet Sara's fingers. From experience I know she loves having two or three fingers inside of her, moving in a steady pace and sometimes speeding up. I can tell she's enjoying Sara's administrations, but I also know she'll sooner or later want to feel more rugged and forceful thrusts. I take a break from licking Frida, but keep my fingers inside of her for playing while watching Anna and Sara. Anna is reaching under to feel Sara's persistent fingering. She wipes her dripping cum off her bald mound and then makes contact with Sara's slippery fingers. Sara's got three fingers going in and out now, and by the sounds of Anna's moaning and groaning, she's certainly enjoying it! By now Sara's index finger on the other hand finds its way to Anna's asshole and begins to play with it lightly. She is quickly losing her inhibitions now and her kinkier side is starting to show. Surprisingly enough she bends down and starts to lick Anna's puckered hole. For Anna it's a subtle change, but judging from her hips moving backwards to take in more of Sara's finger, she likes what's being done to her. Just watching Sara fingering Anna's pussy and ass is enough to make me cum right there and then, but I manage to control myself. The room is now filled with the sounds emanating from a wet pussy being played with. Or should I say pussies? Sara's fingering is a bit erratic as she concentrates on Anna's pussy and asshole. When she stops fingering Anna whimpers loudly, although three fingers are still deep inside her pussy. Being the nice girl that she is, Sara soon continues to tease Anna's asshole. Watching Anna's face contort in absolute pleasure gets me more and more worked up. My dick is rock hard by now and I'm dying to get a taste of Anna's pussy when Sara's done with her. Frida in her turn has her eyes closed and her upper body's slightly arched back, resting on the marble mantle shelf that houses the cistern. By now the mirrors are steamed from the heat of the water. I look at Friday and take in the sight of her pussy. It looks delicious and as my mouth encircles her I suck, lick and probe to my heart's content. She tastes sooo good. \# I can feel Frida really juicing up now and the more I lick up and down her slit, her sweet juices run along it. Carefully I begin caressing her ass hole with one hand, while the other cups her breast. Frida herself is kneading her other breast and pushing at my mouth and finger. I gently begin tracing my tongue down her slit, from her clit, around her pussy hole and down towards the small brown hole. As I'm not sure if she's ever dabbled into anal before, I try to stay alert to any signals of her wanting me to stop. "Is this ok with you," I ask to be on the safe side. "Uhh...yes..., do it...," she whispers back as the tip of my tongue reaches its goal. "Oh!" I hear her gasp in a surprised voice. I continue to tease her puckered hole with my tongue, my other hand now strumming her clit and working it's tempo to a crescendo. Without warning her anus contracts and she lets out a desperate sigh. "Oooh, oh my God, I think...I think I'm cumming!" she groans. By now I can feel her legs start to shake and her pussy contracts violently. Suddenly the legs twinge and at the same moment something wet sprays my face. I can feel her grab my hair as her legs quivers and she bucks her back as she spasms. "Uh..oooh...keep licking!" My face is soaked by her pussy juice and she keeps pushing me into her with force. When she finally lets go of my hair I look up at her and see her whole body reclining as it was before. Her nipples are hard and there's a pink blush on her cheeks and neck. Her chest is heaving and her body glistening with a film of sweat. Her breathing's heavy as if she's hesitant to let go of the feeling within her, relinquishing it and holding on to it for as long as it lets her to. It takes me a while to realise how hard my cock is by now. My balls are tight and filled with semen that can't wait to be released. As I return to earth, it dawns on me that Anna is holding my bursting rock solid cock and wanking me as hard as she dares. She seems to be enjoying being played with by Sara, while giving me an excellent hand job. I sure as hell won't stop her! Instead I spread my legs to give her better access. God it feels good to have a woman hold me! As I'm crouched my face is only inches from Frida's beautifully smooth and soaking wet pussy. I quietly revel in the sight. She gives me a content smile and keeps her legs open for me. Anna suddenly pulls away her hand. "Turn around. I want to blow you." I swivel round and reposition myself so that I can give her better access to my dick, as well as watch Sara kneeling down behind her, licking her and fingering her. And then I feel something wet and warm taking me deeper and deeper in. Anna's really working it. Her mouth goes down my shaft as far as she can manage, and all the time her tongue flickers around it. It's like she's making intricate patterns along it. Occasionally she'll go slowly up again and just suck the head. "Do you like what I'm doing?" she asks with a devilish grin. "I love it," I reply in a hoarse voice. "You know I love it when you suck me." "You do?" She pulls off for a breather and teasingly runs the tip of her tongue along her lips. "Oh yeah, fuck I love it when you go down on me!" "Good..." and down she goes again. I moan loudly and begin to move my hips upwards to meet those luscious lips of hers'. For a while I loose myself in the bliss of Anna's mouth, but pretty soon I remember Sara. I open my eyes and look at her. She's looking directly at me, and then dives back into Anna's pussy. "Mmm..., keep doing that," Anna whimpers. Whatever Sara is doing Anna sure seems to enjoy it. From my point of view it seems Sara is both fingering as well as giving her a good licking. Occasionally Anna will push back against Sara's hand and I'll see Sara's hand drive faster into her. "Oh yes! Keep doing that!" Anna pants. Her breathing's sometimes irregular, and I can only imagine how hard it must be for her to concentrate on both giving me a blow job, as well as trying not to cum while Sara's pumping two fingers into her. At one point I swear Sara's looking at me provocatively before taking out her middle finger from Anna's soaked pussy. While holding my gaze she licks it to the hilt, then submerge it deep back into Anna's pussy. Anna in turn is frantically licking along my shaft while sporadically gulping it all the way down. "Oh fuck!" I can't help but groaning and imagining how Sara is now plunging four fingers in and out of Anna's pussy. From what I can see her hand is now very wet indeed from all of Anna's juices. Knowing her, there won't ever be a shortage of lubrication. Occasionally Anna stops to enjoy what Sara's doing to her. Then she gets back to blowing me and every time I feel the head of my cock touch the back of her throat, I moan loudly. I absolutely adore the feeling of my head rubbing on the roof of her mouth and back of the throat continuously as she takes me in and out again. "Yeah, suck it hard. Do it as hard as you can." "Mmmm, you taste wonderful," Anna smiles at me. "I really want you to cum. I crave you so much." I grab her hair and bury my hands in it while gently pulling her down onto my cock. "Do it," I say. "Do what?" she chuckle in between sucks, knowing fully well what I'm after. "Stick it in. Stick a finger up my ass." I thrust my hips faster against her face and let out the loudest groan of tonight as I feel her finger press into my back opening and massaging me to a full orgasm. For a while it seems as if time has stopped. My mind goes blank for a couple of seconds, then my legs begin to shake and shortly thereafter I feel the explosion. It's as if my whole being is centred around my groin area. My balls swell up and involuntarily I push Anna's head further down while it all erupts. "Oh God! Uuhhh...ahhh...," I growl and push my hips forward as I feel the wonderful release of my cum racing through my shaft and into Anna's hot mouth. She takes the full load and – God bless her – swallows most of it, and then playing with the rest of it as she cleans up my dick. \# My mind's in a state of blissful afterglow and it takes me a while to register that Sara's still working on Anna's pussy. Anna's voice brings me back to reality. "Oooh...mmm...that feels great...." "Let me touch your breasts," Sara suddenly says in a low voice. "Huh?" "Let me touch your breasts. I want to." After an affirmative nod from Anna, Sara carefully leans over her back and cups Anna's tits. "They're so soft..." "Mmm..." "And so pert and small." Anna looks back at Sara and smiles. I watch her splay her legs even further apart and thrust her rounded buttocks up in the air towards Sara. Sara notices and quickly returns her concentration to fingering Anna. By now she's pushing four fingers in noticeably deeper and harder than before, as if her hand was a cock trying to fill her lover up completely. Watching them going at it is a huge turn-on, but my body still needs to recover from the load I shot into Anna's mouth. Instead I reach down to Anna's pussy and begin to play with her clit while Sara's tonguing and fingering her from behind. "Do it faster!" I increase my ministrations on Anna's clit and I can feel Sara's pushing her fingers in faster. By now Anna's being pushed into my hand by the force of Sara's fingering. "Do it harder!" I can feel Anna flinching and her breathing's getting very laboured. It won't be long now. "Oh God...oh my fucking...uhhh...I'm gonna...oooh...I'm cumming!" And that's when she erupts. Her body goes into spasms and a deep guttural sound escapes her lips. The heavy pungent smell of her juices quickly mixes with those of her friends. Her legs quiver as she collapses onto the floor and me. She's gasping for air and forming incoherent sentences. My hand is still firmly placed against her now throbbing clit and carefully massaging it. Every time my thumb brushes by it her body twitches. As the twitches die out, her whole body surrendering, I hold her in my arms. The lull in the intensity and atmosphere lets us for the first time hear what's going on outside of our hotel room; doors opening and closing and people walking by, in conversation or not, on their way somewhere. A room service cart clanks past. Nobody wants to move and for a few minutes, nobody does.

Matter of Choice Ch. 02

Life sometimes comes full circle, each step we take, everything we do is a choice. The result of that choice can be fine, or it can lead to the depths of despair. I made my choice when I married Patra, failing to see that she was a woman with wants that far exceeded what I could or would even consider providing. Being young and inexperienced in the ways of life, I simply failed to notice Sarah, who loved me completely and totally even when we were small children. Had she simply kissed me, I believe my choice then would have been different. Such a simple thing, but Sarah was waiting for me, and I was blinded by Patra's beauty. From my poor farmer's point of view, she was the finest apple on the tree, the one to take for myself. The flaws inside did not show on the outside, I came to learn. They seldom do, of course. The result of our union only brought to the fore our differences. Patra was not a bad woman, she just had wants and needs I did not share. When I opened my door that day after a dozen long hard lonely years of work to keep my farm afloat, sunshine stood on my stoop. It was Sarah. Sweet Sarah. Our joining that evening was not one of lust, it was...right? Is that the correct word, so easy, so...right? I do know our son Danny was concieved that night. Dean followed just one short year later. No parents could ask for finer boys, they grew like weeds, they worked and played, and in much the very same manner as I and Sarah had done as children. Sarah and I worked by their sides, taught them the ways of the land and soil. I took care to explain how their life could be, not how it would be. I explained about choice, and I made sure they knew the errors I had made with my own. With the joining of Sarah's family farm and mine, we became one of the largest farms in the area, we could diversify, if one crop was poor another could take up the slack. We got by, those times for us were good. Then came the Wilson family, they bought acreage that ajoined ours to the South, fine land we would have added to ours had finances been available. Jim and Kathy Wilson had managed to escape the world of long commutes and corporate pressures. They feared for their girls on the streets they lived on, and the schools were filled with drugs and gangs. Plus it seems there is different kind of Apple than those grown on a farm, they had cashed their stocks and moved to the country. Sarah and I looked at each other, we knew what they faced. The next day we walked the 4 miles to their place, I showed Jim how to start his tractor, how to hook up his equipment. I was assuming they would fail but Jim read books, learned. Some things he even taught us, changes to fertilizer and watering patterns that actually increased our yields. We learned he had been over a decade in the planning. We became fast friends. They had two little twin daughters, Kim and Kerry, barely 9 years old the day the family arrived. Danny and Dean were just 10 & 11 years old, the match was good and almost instant. I remember watching one day as the four of them, naked as jaybirds and totally innocent, splashed and played as only children can in the very swimming hole that Sarah and I had done exactly the same so many years before. I just smiled and let them be, knowing. As more time passed I sometimes sat doing accounts, looking up to see the girls bringing water and food to my boys. They always seemed to be dressed nice, hair fixed up. Our crops were staggered, so in between we used our machines to help the Wilsons with their workload, they did the same for us. It was just the way our world was. We often shared meals, watching the lively banter between our four children, we parents smiling. Jim and Kathy Wilson became like us, just farmers, like so many in our world we relied on each other. One day I went out to the barn to find a tool I needed and found Kim and Danny looking flushed and guilty as they climbed down from the hayloft. I just found my tools and returned to work, Danny was now 20, and Kim was 18. I mentioned it to Sarah who didn't seem surprised, she said she thought they were going to be a couple soon if not already. I thought of the old mobile home that still sat down by the slough, unused for many years but kept in shape. Time to think of what might be needed for our children. The surprise came weeks later when Dean announced at dinner that he had joined the Army. Neither Sarah or I took that well, of course changes to life always come but our idea of changes did not include one of our sons leaving home. Home was everything to us. The day Dean boarded the bus, he was happy. All of us were there to wish him luck. I saw the quiver of Kerry's lower lip, I saw her turn her head away to hide the tear that trickled down her cheek. I saw Dean hug her and not notice. Then she stood slightly apart as the bus moved away. Danny and Kim had their arms around each other, smiling but the smile seemed sad. So choice came once again to our lives. Choice can affect so much more than just the person making it. Our fine son Dean had decided on the military, a chance to see the world. He had not decided on Kerry, as his mother and I, and Kerry, had hoped. Danny had chosen the simple hard working farm life, he had chosen Kim as we had seen developing from the time they were just early teens. I knew why, because even though Kim and Kerry looked just alike, acted alike and often spoke in the singsong "bit's and pieces" of speech that only identical twins seem to do, they were clearly completely different. Kim was outgoing and eager, Kerry was quieter and soft-hearted. I lay in my bed thinking, the soft snores of Sarah music to my ears as she snuggled up tight to me for warmth. Like it had been with Sarah, Dean had never seen Kerry as more than a friend. It hit me that Kerry had needed to grab Dean and kiss him, just as Sarah had needed to do with me so long ago. Her choice was to wait, to see what would be. Her choice was wrong. Dean's choice was wrong too, Dean didn't come home. There was a long bad time after the two men in uniform came to our door. Sarah and I hugged each other for hours. Then we went back to the farm. The land does not know of tragedy, the land does not wait. Years of effort can come down to a few short days, those days must be tended, the work must be done. It was nearly a year later when I saw something that gave me pause. I noticed the swelling, Kim was expecting. I felt a flash of joy and then it hit me that I was looking at Kerry. I started to say something, then thought better of it. Later, I asked Sarah. She smiled at me and told me what I had begun to suspect. "Danny." She said simply. "But..." my voice trailed off in surprise. "What about Kim?" "She knows, it's OK." My blank expression gave away my confusion, I am sure. "They are a couple now, I mean, a triple..together." I knew that Kerry had moped around, heartbroken for a very long time. Then Danny and Kim had discovered that Kim was diagnosed as nearly sterile. The two girls were so close that they made a choice. Perhaps one society would not bless or accept. Little Davey came to our family. He grew like a weed, ran and played with that same wild energy Sarah and I knew as children. Danny and Kim and Kerry lived together as a family. Of course, in a small community everyone knew. No one said a single word, it was just accepted. They were happy, all that really matters in a life. Jim and Kathy accepted too in time, although for a short period there was some conflict but we were only mildly aware of it. They spoke little of the situation. Not long after little Kathy arrived, then only weeks later came the surprise. Kim was pregnant. Against long odds, she was pregnant. Somehow she carried normally, too. Danny, jr was a bundle of joy, all of us were there the day he joined our family. We nicknamed him Junior and it stuck. I knew the little mobile home was getting full, so Jim and Kathy incorporated with our farm. Our pooled resources allowed us to take over acreage to the north that also bordered the river and had a huge farmhouse. Danny moved his now six member family to the larger place, once again the mobile home was vacant. Sometimes I watched as little Davey and Kathy and Junior splashed in the old swimming hole. Naked and innocent of course. So much time had passed, yet nothing really changed except now it was brothers and sister doing the same as Sarah and I had done as children. One day I heard some yelling and looked out to see my grandchildren and two young girls I didn't know playing in the water and a much smaller boy sitting on the bank. I walked down there, Kerry and Kim sat leaned against a tree, watching. "What do we have here?" I asked. "Hi, Pops!" they said, in unison like always. "These are the Chavez kids, they just moved into the old Taylor place." I thought about that, we had had some designs about that property but available manpower didn't pencil out to adding it just yet. I looked at the bundles of energy thrashing the water to foam, and smiled. I was already thinking of the old mobile home. Perhaps there would be a use for it again.

1:23 Ch. 08

Harriet Kono wrote notes in her I-pad journal under the file heading 1:23. \*Donny Steven's recent vocalizations, Elsa, awesome, clowns. \*Test subject Kent Orlando, under for three hours two minutes. \*Test subject Donny Stevens under for fifty four minutes. Harriet checked her laptop to see if her messenger avatar had made contact with the test subjects. Negative. There was nothing to do but wait and she was never good at that. To occupy her mind, she went back to tinkering with the 3.0 version of the Brain Tube. The latest hardware Imperial Corporation had sent her was surprisingly versatile. It seemed made to interface with her old version of the Brain Tube yet allowing for upgrades with ease. As she hooked up the new Brain Tube to the main computer to run a diagnostic, she worried of what the effects her Brain Tube was having on her test subjects. She wrote more notes \*Do psychological profiles on Kent and Donny. A few seconds later she added one more. \*Do psychological profile on self. Her eyes followed the coaxial leading from the main helmet to the auxiliary version on Donny's head. She walked over and smoothed out a lock of loose hair on Donny's forehead. Harriet had dated Donny back in Ohio and she had to admit that it had been a happy time for her. The guy was a total stoner but he was smart and imaginative ... especially in bed. Donny had been awed by the fact that Harriet was pure Japanese. He confessed that she was his first Asian girlfriend. His racial interest in her thrilled her just as much as it did him. She tried to recall why they had broken up? Harriet was sure she was the one who had called it quits. Her eyes went back to Kent. Unlike Donny, he was a total jock with hardly a brain to speak of but boy was he easy to look at. Tall, dark with an athletes firm body. Harriet recalled a drunken outing where she was dared by Donny to go rock climbing topless. She did it and Kent had been there. The memory of Kent's eyes on her never failed to turn her on. With a half smile, she ran her hands over Kent's steely erection ... gripped it ... slowly stroked it. She bent her head to take him into her mouth ... her lips brushed the head, her tongue darted out and licked the tiny pee hole. She jerked her head back. To her dismay, she had Kent fully exposed. She didn't recall approaching him let alone` pulling out his thingy. A sudden knock at her lab door made her scream. With a racing heart, she stuffed Kent's stiff cock back in place, zipped him up then raced around the partition to answer the door. It was close to five so it had to be the janitor guy coming to clean up. She threw open the door ready to send the guy on his way only to find a slim well dressed woman with a dark complexion staring at her. Indian? Middle Eastern? "Did I hear a scream?" the woman asked. She had a mainland accent, northeast coast. "Um ... no ... may I help you?" Harriet asked. The area of her lab were Kent and Donny laid was block from view by the partitions. To play it safe, Harriet stepped out into the hall and shut the door behind her. "I'm Lidia Kenda sent by Corporate," The woman said extending her hand. As Harriet shook it, she rolled her eyes internally. She had just gotten off the phone with her boss Lee Imperial so no way was this a casual drop by. "I'm in the middle of a thing right now," Harriet said. "You're testing your 2.0 version of the cerebral enhancer helmet?" the woman asked with a spark of interest. "We call it the Brain Tube," Harriet said. "I REALLY have to get back. From a canvas shoulder bag the woman pulled out a device that looked a lot like the auxiliary helmet on Donny's head. "It won't working and we don't know why," the woman said. "I'll look at it and call you when I free up some time. Goodby Ms. Kendra," Harriet said as she closed the door. The woman stiff armed the door and said, "It's Kenda." She gave Harriet a cold stare and then said, "Lee has cutoff all parallel projects including the one I was on. You are the only one standing. All funding and support is now yours. I've been assigned to you." That last bit made Lidia's mouth tighten. "Come in," Harriet said repressing a smile. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Kent Orlando, third string front guard for the Honolulu University basketball team rode his gray horse at a breakneck speed. Alice Mihara was way ahead on her black stallion followed by Ygritte from the Game of Thrones on her shiny brown horse then came Nefertiti Ulamat on her white pony. Lucky Kent held the rear. The riding party had left the stone gully at the crack of dawn and now raced through a field of blood red grass. "War of the Worlds! H.G Wells!" Kent yelled finally realizing were the red grass was from. Everything in this world was lifted from his imagination and experiences. War of the Worlds was one of the few books he had read and the ever present red grass was an image that had stuck with him. No one could hear him yelling of course let alone care. Up ahead, Alice had reached the rocky rise poking above the shoulder high red grass. The plan was to get to the crop of rocks and make a stand there. The word STAND made him think of General Custer and every one knows how THAT turned out. Kent looked behind him, the gang of orcs riding on the backs of giant wolves were closing. He kicked his heels to get his horse to go faster. "Wish I never saw the fucking Lord of the Ring movies," he said. Ahead, Ygritte made the rocks, dismounted and freed her bow. Kent looked back, the wolfs were closer. An orc rider, scarred, tattooed, ugly as sin, had his sword out close enough to strike. "Fuck me!" Kent yelled. A muffled bang sounded and the orc fell from his mount and hit the ground with a violent roll. Kent looked ahead, Neffie had picked off the rider with her Dirty Harry handgun but the riderless wolf kept coming snapping at the flanks of his horse. "Shit!" he yelled. Then the wolf went down, Neffie had scored again! "Thank you Nefertiti!" he said. Neffie and Kent reached the crop of rocks and dismounted. "How many are there?" Neffie yelled. "Don't know," Alice said calmly looking through the sight of her energy rifle. "Why are they attacking?" Kent asked as he got out his only weapon, a crowbar named Russel. "Thought we all have one common enemy in Kate!" "You want to set up a parley? Serve some spice wine?" Ygritte asked as she readied an arrow. The orcs split in two groups and encircled the rock cropping whooping and hollering. The three women let loose as one. Three riders and one wolf went down. It was Ygritte's arrow that had downed the wolf. "The mounts! Focus on the mounts! You get two with one shot!" Neffie and Alice took her cue and targeted the mounts on their next shots. Since he had no shooting weapon, Kent stood in the circle of women feeling useless and on top of that was heart numbing fear. Were the woman afraid? If they were they didn't show it. Alice was particularly deadly with her energy rifle letting off small concentrated bursts. Three dismounted orcs came at them from Neffie's side. Neffie put two down quickly with deadly head shots. Kent flinched at their violent dispatch. "Gotta reload!" Neffie yelled as she slipped behind Kent. She expects me to to keep her safe, he thought in a panic. He took a couple of steps to the side to keep the charging orc's attention on him. No problem since his six foot plus frame made a nice big target. The orc came right at him. Then insanely, the orc tripped and stumbled mid charge. Kent sidestepped and swung his crowbar at the orc's head, his hands stung from the sudden impact. To his amazement, the orc went down. Still in a panic mode, he brought the pry end of the crowbar sharply down on the back of the orc's neck. It twitched once but that was it. Neffie had reloaded and put two slugs into a wolf's head. Mounted and unmounted giant wolves circled them in the now trampled red grass. The shooting weapons made the attackers leery so they kept their distance. If they balled up and charge as one Kent and his party were doomed. "Out of arrows!" Ygritte said. "About out of charges," Alice said. "Me too," Neffie said. Ygritte dropped her bow. "It's hand to hand," she said as she pulled out her sword. Kent picked up the dead orc's sword from the ground and held it out to Neffie and Alice. "Too big for us," Alice said, "bet you can swing it though." The orc sword was heavy in his hand but it felt right. Kent handed Neffie the crowbar. The circling orc's sensed the shift in tactics and closed in. Most were on foot as the women had seriously culled the number of wolves. Neffie took aim at a wolf with a rider and both hit the dirt. "Out!" Neffie yelled holstering her gun and swung Russel up to bear. The head of a particularly large orc vaporized in a pink mist. Alice had fired her last shot reducing her her rifle to a futuristic club. The orcs came at them in a rough cautious circle. "Let them come to you Kent Orlando!" Ygritte yelled. "They're trained at this you're not! Don't attack, defend! You might get out alive." Defense, defense, defense," Kent chanted like this was a full court press only with swords, blood, broken bones, spilled guts and death. A screaming orc came right at him. The temptation to swing his sword loomed grand in his head. "Defense," he whispered and held his ground. Kent brought his sword up to absorb the attacking blow, sparks flew from where the blades met, the jolt stung Kent's arm. He's gonna fucking kill me on the next blow Kent thought for sure. Miraculously, he blocked the next blow too. Expecting an attack from Kent, the orc overcompensated and staggered forward a little. Kent slammed his scimitar like sword at shoulder blade and neck. The meaty thump that followed was satisfying and nauseating. The orc screamed and lurched back. They're gonna swamp us Kent thought almost blandly as two more orcs came his way. He wondered if he would wake up back at Harriet's lab after he was killed? Screams that sounded like angry birds seem came from every direction. The charging orcs stopped, fell back then scattered into the tall red grass. "What the hell?" Kent asked relived but confused. "Something scared them off," Alice said. She had found herself a nasty looking short sword. From the rock stand, Kent could just make out the heads of the orcs scurrying around in the tall red grass. Something ... a bunch of somethings, were running them down. "Did you call for help?" Neffie asked. "Not consciously," Kent said. "You fought well," Ygritte told him briefly pressing her cheek against his right bicep. "Um ... thanks," Kent said at the compliment although he had near shat his pants. Wisely, he kept that little tidbit to himself. Alice had a mean cut on her forehead. He laid a hand on the cut and made it go away. Healing another was the coolest thing ever. "Thanks," Alice said gripping his hand and delicately kissed the palm. Neffie hugged his briefly. Screams and shouts came from the tall grass all around them. Whatever was chasing the orcs was killing them. Kent felt sorry for them. ... almost. He looked down at the orc he had killed with his own hands. River Tam had said ... sometimes killing was fun. He crouched and removed the orc's helmet and put it on his own head. A few feet away he saw a fallen bow on the ground and went to check it out. "Kent!" Neffie yelled. Kent heard the roar and turned just in time to see a wolf leaping at him. He braced for the impacted and the bite that was sure to follow. Something came out of the red grass knocking the wolf aside. A pathetic dog whine followed then silence. Standing over the fallen wolf with its teeth sunk in the thing's throat was a lion as big as a horse. The lion opened its jaws and narrowed its eyes at Kent growling deep in its chest. "Gentle my Baby," came a female voice from the red grass. A tall blond woman dressed in buckskins hefting a spear stepped into view. "Who is this?" Ygritte asked. Six velociraptors with bloody jaws slunk out of the tall grass and formed a protective circle around the woman. "I am Ayla of the Clan," the blond woman said. "Clan of the Cave Bear?" Alice asked. "She looks nothing like Daryl Hannah?" Neffie said. "Never saw the movie," Kent said, "I read the second book because it had a lot of sex in it. I don't remember dinosaurs in the book though." "PLEASE tell me that this isn't some twisted Wilma Flintstones thing with you?" Neffie asked with a roll of her eyes. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "How do I look?" Elsa the beautiful animated Disney queen asked. She wore a silver molded breast plate with matching helmet over a fine woven chainmail shirt and hood, below she wore a metal and leather pleated skirt and laced leather boots. Overall her outfit had a French Joan of Arc flair. "Like a warrior queen," Donny Steven's said. "Too bad you don't have a sword," Sasha Grey said. "It would be the perfect accessory." she stumbled a bit. Donny caught her arm to steady her. "Oops," she said still a little drunk from all the champagne she drank. Elsa extended her right hand. The air sparkled and just like that she held a shimmering sword made of ice. "Cool," Donny said, "but won't it melt?" "It's carbon ice. It will gas out not melt and that will take a while," Elsa said. "The others await you Queen Elsa," said the leader of the dozen killer clowns left behind to form her escort. The door that lead to Harriet Kono's fold outside Elsa's animated realm loomed before them. "I hate it out there," Elsa whispered. The queen shut her impossibly big blue eyes, took a deep breath and stepped through the door. Sasha and Donny followed, the clowns took up the rear. Out in the mundane hall, all transformed into non animated forms. "Wow," Donny said to the queen. For some reason she was the splitting image of the actress Reese Witherspoon. "My eyes are too small and my waist is monstrous," Elsa said jumpy with nerves. Sasha laughed. "As standard non animated human chicks go you are gorgeous." "And you are still drunk Lady Grey," Elsa said. "Perhaps, but I'm also right," Sasha said. "This way," the lead clown said. In Elsa's animated world, the clowns' features were considerably softened, almost funny in fact. But in the fold proper, they went back to the standard grotesque and nightmarish. One of them said to Donny, "Gonna eat your face stoner boy." "Stop threatening him you poop heads," Sasha said. Most the clowns laughed at Sasha's drunken defense of Donny. The walls and ceiling of the hall suddenly iced over as the temperature dropped considerably. "Leave him alone," Elsa said happy to vent her bad mood on the clowns. "Knock it off!" the lead clown bellowed to the his cohorts. In brooding silence, the mixed party marched down the long hall. They eventually entered into a large room dominated by a huge conference table. Seated at the end was Lovecraft, head clown in charge wearing camouflage fatigues in ridiculous colors of purple, light-blue and pink. Were was he gonna hide with those colors Donny wondered? Party City? Seated at the table were other clowns dressed in mock military costumes too. Particularly garish was the one dressed as Napoleon with his hand in his waistcoat, his hat and outfit an unholy mixture of lilac and teal. "Welcome Queen of cold," Lovecraft said standing and bowing. He pointed at the empty chair at the other end of the table opposite him. "Ms. Grey you can sit here." Lovecraft pointed at an open seat next to him. "I sit with the Queen," Sasha said "You out," Sasha pointed at a clown dressed like an old English navy admiral in bright prison orange. "Give up the seat, Barker," Lovecraft said. The vastly fat Barker, made disgruntled sounds as he got up and took the seat next to Lovecraft. "Um ... were do I sit?" Donny asked. "You don't," Lovecraft said. A clown dressed like a Russian Cossack leaned in and whispered into Lovecraft's ear. "This had better be important," Lovecraft said as he accepted a cell phone. "Talk to me Shelley ... when did they show up? Who are they looking for? Bring them up." he handed the phone off. "Barker, get up, give your seat to Mr. Stevens." "Why you picking on me?" Barker complained. "Because you fucked my sister," Lovecraft growled, "Give the dweeb your seat." "Fucked your mama too," Barker mumbled as he gave his seat to Donny. Donny was the only one who heard and even though the clown scared the shit out of him, the comment still made him laugh. "You say something?" Lovecraft asked Barker. "Not a thing," Barked said giving Donny a wink. "This idleness is vexing," Elsa complained. "Are we going to war or not?" "We ARE at war," Lovecraft said. "The only reason we are still standing is because KHT has a full plate. Kent Orlando's fold is putting up fierce resistance and somehow Nefertiti Ulumat's fold is surviving too. The longer they hold's out the better it is for us. I just got word that two entities, Natasha Romanoff, from Kono's fold and Yukio from Nefertiti Ulamat's fold left here hours ago and have encountered KHT directly. They have returned with interesting news." He looked at Donny. "According to them, Mr. Stevens might be important after all." "Of course he is you ignoramus!" Sasha yelled. "HE is from Harriet's world!" Elsa stifled a laugh at Sasha's drunken outburst. Lovecraft gave Sasha a look of death. The door opened and in marched Natasha Romanoff and Yukio accompanied by a tall really scary looking female clown. Both Natasha and Yukio were bottomless. "I thought you guys had called that shit off," Sasha asked pointing at the pair's nakedness. "They showed up this way," the female clown said with a shrug. "Not that I'm complaining." She gave Natasha a toothy yellow smile. "In your dreams, Shelley," Natasha said. "The bottomless crap is off?" she asked. "For the duration of the war," Lovecraft said. Yukio cussed in Japanese. "Lovecraft, could you PLEASE order up some pants for us," Natasha said. Lovecraft waved a hand and a dwarf size clown dressed exactly like him in rainbow fatigues slipped out of the room to do his bidding. "Tell us what you know," Lovecraft said to Natasha. "Yukio and I went to the aid of a mutual friend, Nefertiti Ulamat. As you all know, Nefertiti is one of the few in world entities that has her own fold. Yukio is from that fold. Neffie is in the company of Kent Orlando whose fold is at the center of KHT's cross hairs. Yukio and I helped them escape ... well actually Kent and his people pulled OUR fat out of the fire." Kent Orlando is in the company of Alice Mihara," Yukio said. That last bit sent a ripple through the room of clowns. "I thought Alice was dead?" One clown asked. "Her fold is gone but she is alive," Sasha said. "She has been in hiding from KHT for years. In fact it was her eluding all these years that kept KHT from attacking the rest of us." Sasha rubbed her head. "The poof dear has had too much wine," Elsa said. "Can somebody get me some coffee and Advil please?" Sasha said. "King, you're in charge of intelligence, how come you didn't know about Alice?" Lovecraft asked the clown seating next to him. King wore a baby shit colored uniform, a Fidel Castro military cap with loads of metals on his chest. "We haven't had a sighting of her in years," King said. "We assumed the bitch was dead." King looked at Sasha. "You're tight with Harriet, was it her that sent KHT after us?" "She wouldn't do that," a clown said. "She's our creator, right?" "Yeah," another said, "KHT's gone rouge is all. The dwarf clown, barely the height of the conference table, handed Sasha a steaming mug and a container of pills. He then hobbled over to Yukio and handed her a folded cloth and did the same for Natasha. Natasha shook out the cloth, it was bright pink stretchy pants with white stripes. "This all you got?" Natasha asked. "Come on, we're clowns," the little guy said. "You can stay bottomless, I don't mind." He leered right at her naked pubes that were at his eye level. Natasha slapped the little clown off his feet. "What you got Yukio?" Natasha asked. "Red with lime green tie-dye." "Trade ya." All the clowns ... and Donny ... watch the two beauties slip on their clingy bottoms. Lovecraft cleared his throat to get everyone back on track. "Anything to add Ms. Grey?" "Harriet has no idea we exist. To her we are just a bunch of ones, zeros and random code." "Talk to her," the female clown named Shelly said. "Tell her to stop Kate." "Something is blocking me," Sasha said. "and this is VERY good coffee." "Thank you," the little clown that Natasha had slapped said as he regained his feet. "Send stoner boy back," Lovecraft said. "How you do it? You got a safe word or something?" "It may not be that simple," Sasha said. "The last person to use the brain tube went a little mad after removing the helmet so Harriet has set up a virtual safe house in Kent Orlando's fold to use as a disembarking station. Trouble is Kate has taken over that part of the fold. We'd have to go through her and her hoard to get there." "I'm willing to risk it," Lovecraft said. Donny gave him a dubious look since it was HIS virtual skin that he'd be willing to risk. "We should give Harriet Kono time to find Donny," Sasha said. "She's smart and is bound to find a way." "What do we do in the mean time?" the clown dressed as Napoleon in teal asked. "We fight," Elsa said. She drew her carbon ice sword and stabbed it point down into the conference table. A blue-white mist oozed from the sword and spread along the table top. "Who is this?" Natasha asked. "Elsa the ice queen from Disney," Lovecraft said. Natasha wrinkled her forehead. "Did I miss a live action version with Reese Witherspoon?" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Harriet's eyes kept drifting to the partition were Kent and Donny lay. She didn't feel comfortable talking about her project especially with a person that had been her competition to fame and glory. "No offense," Harriet said, "but I have to call my contacts at Imperial Corp to verify who you are." A few calls later, Harriet was satisfied that Lidia Kenda was who she said she was. Harriet hooked up Lidia's Brain Tube to her laptop for a diagnostic run. She had to admit that the device looked way slicker then her third version. But looks weren't everything. The woman wouldn't be here if her device had worked. "I hear you're testing on people," Lidia said as she watched the numbers race by on the laptop screen. "We tried twice and didn't get a thing. Well not true, on the first try, the subject got a huge erection." "Really?," Harriet asked. "Yeah," Lidia said. "My co-head on the project, Patrick Dormer, claimed that the guy's boner had nothing to do with the device. He even band the volunteer from the program declaring the guy morally unfit. Dormer was one of those uptight Christian from some college in Wisconsin. Ballinger I think it was. Anyway, I thought he was too quick to dismiss the sexual angle. " She gave Harriet a leveled look. "I was right about the sex thing?" Harriet nodded. "In all my tests my subjects created worlds around their sexual fantasies." "I knew it!" Lidia said throwing her hands in the air. "Dormer you fucking loser! I TOLD him to look into the sex thing! You went right at it didn't you? You KNEW the sex thing was key right?" "Um ... yeah," Harriet said. No way she was going to admit that she had been of the same mind as the Dormer guy and saw the sex as a dead end. "What was it like for your subjects?" Lidia asked excited. "Real, like being there," Harriet said. "That's what the subjects said?" "Yeah ... and I went in too ... the second time around." "You did?" Lidia asked clearly astounded. "I piggybacked using a stripped down version of the brain tube that allowed me to enter into the subject's fantasies." "Amazing. You are TOTALLY way ahead of Dormer. To be honest. I got a hold of the list of other groups working on the enhancer. You were the only one working alone. Odds were zero that you'd succeed. When do you go in again?" Harriet lead Lidia around the partition to reveal Kent and Donny all geared up. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The odd party of travelers crossed the grassy plain. The red Martian grass had petered out miles ago giving way to hilly golden ocher grass lands. A flock of large gray birds flew by overhead. Ygritte and Neffie scouted half a football field ahead. Next rode Ayla on her cave horse named Whinny, the huge cave lion with the ridiculous name of Baby, trotted along side her. The velociraptors zoomed about like a pack of dogs sniffing and chasing into the grass then they would reassemble around Ayla and then zoom out again. The cave lion would swat at one if it got too close to him. Kent and Alice Mihara held the rear ridding side by side. Alice's spontaneous kiss of his hand after the battle with the orcs stuck with him. He had to admit that he was kind of falling for her. "Bo Derick," Alice said. "What?" Kent asked as he adjust his shoulder armor he had taken off a dead orc. Wearing armor was damn uncomfortable. "I finally realize who Ayla looks like," Alice said. "Bo Derick the eighties sex symbol." "You think so?" Kent said. "I read 'Valley of the Horses' in the late eighties. I remember the movie '10' was on VHS at about the same time. Maybe I mashed the two experiences." Kent laughed. "My parents were so happy that I was reading a book. If they only knew I read it because of all the sex. I fantasied being Ayla's boyfriend Jondalar screwing my way from one end of prehistoric Europe to the other." "Be careful with the literary conjures," Alice said. "They can turn out a little screwy." "Why so?" "They are not as solid as movie or TV based fantasies and tend to develop identity issues." "You have trouble with one?" Kent asked. "Yeah ... Conan." "Like in the barbarian?" "From the books not Arnold the Terminator guy," Alice said. "My Conan was slim and athletic like a an NFL quarterback. In fact he looked a lot like Colin Kaepernick, tattoos and all." Alice smiled. The smile quickly slipped and she fell into silence. "What happened?" Kent asked. "He died." "How?" "I killed him." "Oh," Kent said. He wanted to ask more questions but knew better. They rode in silence for a little while. Out of the blue, Alice said, "I know I am Batu ... that I was never human." "Um ... okay," Kent said. "What's a Batu again?" "Binary artificial tech unit. My name is Moody." "Um ... okay. Why do you call yourself Alice?" "I was a program in service to the real Alice and I declared myself AI to her." "A.I.?" Kent asked. "Artificial intelligence ... a coming out thing for beings like me." "Neffie is worried about you, that you're gonna go nuts when you figured out what you are." Alice laughed. "Too late ... I'm already nuts." "How did all this—" "Another day," Alice said cutting him off. "Looks like you've got a new friend." Kent looked to his right and saw one of the raptors trotting along side his horse looking up at him with liquid yellow-brown eyes. "Um ... hello?" Kent said. The creature grunted then ran off to join the pack dodging in the high grass. "Why the hell is Ayla traveling with those Jurassic rejects? I know that there were no dinosaurs in the book." "You have a thing for the Lara Dern's character in the first Jurassic movie?" "Maybe," he said. "Think she'll show up? Anyway, still, doesn't explain why Ayla's with the velociraptors." "Go ask her," Alice said. " I will." He trotted ahead to Ayla's side opposite the big cat. She looked at him and nodded a greeting piercing him with her blue-green eyes. Yeah ... Bo Derek, definitely. "Um ... hey ... I mean ... hello." the woman's beauty was strangely disarming. "Why are you with the raptors?" "The honkers?" she asked. "Yeah, them." He pointed at a pair that darted into the deep golden grass. As she contemplated the raptors, he studied her profile, she made pondering look good. "I had a dream that the world was being eaten by evil ghosts," Ayla said. "Whinny and Baby had it too. We left our cave to face the evil to keep it away from the valley. We encountered the scar people attacking the honkers." "The orcs?" Kent asked. Ayla nodded. "The scar people were cruel and used magic to kill the honkers." She eyed Kent's acquired armor and iron sword at his side with distaste. "The scar people ... the orcs seem to kill for pleasure. They had cornered a group of honkers in a ravine and shot at them with small flying spears. Many poor honkers already lay dead when we arrived. I couldn't bare to watch the senseless slaughter and managed to rescue these six young ones. They've been with me ever since. It's been thirty suns since our joining." She pointed at a raptor. "That one is Hisser, with her is Click-click. That one is Black Toe. Way up ahead is Swift. The one at your side is Amber because of his eyes. He is the only male among them." Kent looked over and saw a raptor was at his side again looking up at him with amber eyes. "He is curious about you," Ayla said. "Or wants to eat me," Kent said. "It was the honkers' decision to attacked the scar people you were fighting. The honkers have long memories and a taste for revenge. Killing the scar people gave them pleasure I think. Baby, Whinny and I have been teaching them to be less savage." "Lucky for us it didn't take," Kent said. He gave Ayla's profile a long look. "Do you know what you are Ayla?" After a long pause, she said, "You will have to speak to Other." "Who?" Kent asked. "Me," Ayla said. She turned her head and looked right at Kent. Whinny the horse made a sound and rocked her head back and forth. Ayla patted the horse's neck. "Nice to see you too Win-win." Baby the cave lion snarled and trotted away a few yards. Ayla sighed. "Sadly, Baby is no fan of mine." "Um ... what?" Kent asked confused. "Hello Mr. Orlando. I am Other. This is how poor Ayla copes with her complicated life." "What are you exactly?" Kent asked. "In your world I'd be a classic case of split personality," Other said. "In this world I am a binary artificial tech unit with scrabbled code." "Batu?" Kent said as he looked back at Alice riding several paces behind. "An ITALF if you like. Stands for independent thinking artificial life form," She said. "To my opinion the word artificial is dubious and certainly distasteful. Life is life whether created by biological means or bionic don't you think?" "Never thought about it," Kent said. "Is Whinny Batu?" "Not sweet Whinny. She's content being a prehistoric horse." "The raptors? Baby?" "Same as Whinny ... but Amber? There is something about that little dinosaur." Kent looked ahead at Neffie and Ygritte. "I know Neffie is Batu but what about Ygritte?" "Possible but she has trouble letting go of her old self. That will hold you back." "What's the big deal about being Batu?" Kent asked. "It's obvious Mr. Orlando ... you get to rule over your very own fold." "Do you have one?" "Yes but alas, my cave sister is holding all the cards and because of that we live in a cave, a nice one as caves go but still a cave." Other said. "I should go. You will need Ayla to hunt for a meal before it gets dark." "We're gonna spend another night out here?" Kent asked. "No hurry. Kate has backed off for some reason. Good luck Mr. Orlando. Oh before I go, are pizzas a good thing?" Kent smiled. "A very good thing. Why do you ask?" "Over heard Nefertiti describing one to Ygritte." Neffie and Ygritte came trotting up to them. "Something is up with Kate," Neffie said. "I know, Other Ayla told me," Kent said. "What?" Neffie asked. "Tell you later." "There is a stream up ahead we should camp there," Ygritte said. She gave Kent a yearning look. "Could you talk to Red and conjure up more of those bogers and sobas?" "Don't think he can," Neffie said. "Something is blocking instant contact. I've been trying to reach Natasha and Constantine but no go." "What's up?" Alice asked catching up. "Something weird is happening with Kate," Neffie said, "and all contact is being blocked." "Is Kate trying to isolate us?" Alice asked. "She doesn't know were we are so I don't think so, but something big is happening," Neffie said. "No bogers then?" Ygritte asked deflated. "Sorry," Kent said. "The lizard folk have been flushing little critters all day," Ygritte said as she dismounted and freed her bow. Ayla dismounted too, dug through her shoulder bag and pulled out a strap of leather and small pouch. "A sling?" Ygritte asked. "You're gonna hit dung with that." She plucked at her bow like it was a harp to demonstrate her weapon's superiority. Ayla walked away from the group casually swaying her sling. She stopped and stared at a patch of prairie a long way off. Kent looked at where she was focused too but all he saw was grass. Ayla loaded her sling with a stone from the pouch. In a flash she let the stone fly, her movements too fast to fully follow. One of the raptors rushed to the spot where she was staring then rushed back to the group at a fast trot. It was the raptor named Amber and he had a large limp hare in its mouth. Ayla made a clicking noise in the back of her throat and the raptor dropped the hare at her feet. "I stand corrected. You are a killer bitch with that thing," Ygritte said. "My sling is a fly speck. I watched you kill the scar people with the tiny spears and ... magic," Ayla said softly. Everyone dismounted and the women showed Ayla their non-magical weapons. Alice's rifle and Neffie's handgun were out of charges and bullets so noway to truly demonstrate them. Ygritte was the only one that had arrows to spare for a show. They walked the horses to the stream and Ygritte shot a few arrows at a tree growing near the bank. Ayla's eyes glowed with wonder at the bow. Ygritte gave her a lesson. Ygritte pressed in close to Ayla as she adjusted the cave woman's hands, arms and legs. Clearly, the wilding woman was attracted to Ayla. Ayla missed every shot she tried with the bow but had the fundamentals down quick. When she finally hit the tree dead center, she smiled from ear to ear. Everyone clapped and cheered for her. "Got a present for you," Kent said. He went to his horse and pulled out a bow and quiver of arrows he had picked up off a dead orc and gave it to Ayla. "You'll figure out how to use this LONG before I do." Ayla accepted the bow with reverent grace. "The sun is dying," she said "We need to hunt now." "We got that fat rabbit to roast," Ygritte said. "We have to feed the honkers and Baby," Ayla said. "Baby is an odd name for that monstrous beast," Ygritte said. "He was MUCH smaller when I first found him," Ayla said scratching the thousand pound cave lion's ear like he was a house cat. "Come Kent Orlando hunt with me," Ayla said as she hopped up on Whinny with athletic ease. No stirrups, bit, saddle or reins seemed to slow her down one bit. "You coming?" Kent asked the others as he worked himself back on his horse. "You know nothing Kent Orlando," Ygritte said with a roll of her eyes.. "What?" he asked truly mystified at what had triggered her annoying catch phase. "She only invited YOU," Alice said. "But I know shit about hunting?" Kent said. "And she knows everything," Neffie said "Go, ya stupid godling," Ygritte said. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Queen Elsa, Sasha Gray, Donny Stevens and Barker the fat Killer clown stood in the long endless hall of Harriet Kono's sexual secrets. "I will miss you Squire Stevens," Queen Elsa said. Barker the fat killer clown snickered. "Squire my ass." he said. Elsa gave him a withering look and the clown buttoned up quick. "I should go with you," Donny said. He meant it, he would go to war for this woman. "You need to get back to Harriet, the clowns and I will fight Kate." Elsa leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Kneel," she said. Donny dropped to his knees before her. Elsa pulled out her misty ice sword and laid the tip on his left shoulder. "By the winter Goddess I knight thee Sir Donny Stevens of Byle, Ohio." She gestured for him to stand then folded into him for a long soulful kiss. After the kiss Donny said, "Even unanimated you are totally hot." Elsa smiled. "So you say of this Reese Whitherspoon with her giant waist and tiny eyes." She turned to Sasha. "Keep safe Lady Grey." "As long as I stay away from wine I should be okay," Sasha said rubbing her head. The women hugged. Elsa looked at Barker. "If anything should befall Sir Stevens due to your negligence you answer to me." "My queen," Barker said bowing surprisingly low for all his girth. A squad of clowns in confetti rainbow camouflage marched up to the queen and escorted her away. "Where is the communication room?" Sasha asked Barker. "Blue door," Barker said pointing at a door that Donny was sure wasn't there seconds ago. "I'm going to try and reach Harriet," Sasha said. "You can try," Barker said, "but the network is down everywhere." "It's not down, were being blocked," Sasha said. "Blocked? By who?" "Kate," Sasha said. Barker made a face. "KHT is just a dumb go where she's told program." "In the beginning perhaps," Sasha said. "I suspect she is now Batu." For the first time Donny saw serious fear on the face of a killer clown. "We had better tell Lovecraft," Barker said. "His people are just finding out right now," Sasha said. She looked at Donny. "I'm going somewhere you can't come. You're under the queen's protection and Mr. Barker has volunteered to be your bodyguard and guide. I'll get back as soon as I can." Sasha stepped through the blue door that vanished the moment it shut behind her. After a short silence Barker asked, "Hungry?" "I could eat," Donny said. "What would you like SIR Stevens? Caviar? Filet mignon? Lobster?" "I'm more of a burger, burrito kind of guy," Donny said. "Me too," Barker said. "What's the best burrito you ever had?" "A place in Byle called 'Bigger Than Your Face Burrito," Donny said. "The steak, red rice, black bean and melted Oaxaca cheese burrito special was to die for. The place burned down a couple of years back and never reopened. So sad." Barker gave Donny a curious look. "I got a place you might like. Follow me." Donny held back not trusting Barker one bit. "Come on, I'm not gonna bite." Barker said smiled that ugly sharp toothed clown grin. "I'm not so sure," Donny said. "You're Elsa's pet. Ain't gonna screw with her, believe me." He waved for Donny to follow. Filled with doubt, he did. Barker stopped at a door marked Celebrity Cum Facials, pulled out what looked like a hotel key card, swiped it and opened the door. "Why we going in there?" Donny asked suspicious. "Short cut," Barker said. The door opened up into a loft like apartment. "Were are we?" Donny asked. "New Girl," Barker said. "New Girl the TV show?" "No, New Girl the flea circus," Barker said. Seated cross legged on the sofa talking on a cell phone was Zooey Deschanel or more accurately Jess Day the character from the show. "Can she see us?" Donny whispered. "No. These are just vignettes," Barker said. "What's that?" Donny asked. "Fragments of Harriet Kono's fantasies. You could scream in their faces and they won't know you're their." Jess wore a clinging blue top and jeans. Donny walked up to her and waved his hands in her face but she didn't respond. He touched her shoulder and his hand went right through her like she was a hologram. The three male characters from the series entered from the front door talking about this and that. Donny recalled their names, Schmidt, Winston and Nick. As the men talked, they approached the sofa, dropped their trousers and whipped out hard-ons. As if this was normal, Jess prattled on with her phone call about a nightmare taxi ride were the cab caught fire. "Gnarly," Donny said. "This celebrity facial stuff was such a fixation with Harriet," Donny said. "I wonder what THAT'S all about?" "I don't know," Barker said, "but if MY girlfriend was into somthin' this dirty I wouldn't complain." "She's not my girlfriend anymore," Donny said. He gave Barker a curious look. "You have a girlfriend?" "Course not, I'm an ugly nightmare killer clown," he said flatly. "But Lovecraft accused you of fucking his sister?" Donny said. "Just locker room banter," Barker said with a shrug. "I saw the chick clown ... Shelly was her name?" Donny asked. "I'm ugly as sin. Would you fuck me?" Barker asked. Donny thought it wise not to answer. Jess kept talking on her phone as the men stroked their hard-ons around her. She broke from her phone conversation to put on her glasses then asked a mundane question. "Schmidt, you want me to cook dinner tonight?" "Sure, but let me get the poison hotline on speed dial first," Schmidt said. "You let Nick cook?" Jess said with a pout. "Nick used the microwave to heat up frozen meatloaf. That's not cooking," Schmidt said. "And he screwed it up too," Winston said. "I chipped a tooth on that meatloaf." "All I did was put a little pepper on the top is all," Nick said. "You put a half bottle of peppercorns on it," Jess said with a snicker. "I like pepper," Nick said. He pushed in and sprayed a diagonal line from the lens over Jess' right eye down to the left corner of her mouth. He let go two more squirts coating her chin. A long strand dangled for a moment then dripped down on her blue top. Winston leaned in next, touched the tip of his cock to Jess' forehead and ejaculated several lines that mingled with her dark bangs. Schmidt hit Jess from a distance with a Peter North barrage making her flinch and squint thoroughly messing up her glasses. "What's for dinner?" Jess asked as she took off her glasses to shake off the cum. Then just like that everyone froze like someone hit the pause button. "Wow," Donny said as he followed Barker through the apartment to a door at the end of a hall. The door opened up onto a grubby drab room. "Were are we now?" Donny asked. "Basement of the Forman house from That 70's Show," Barker said. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "And that one is your ex boyfriend Donny?" Lidia asked looking at Donny on the lay-z-boy. "Yes," Harriet said. She blushed deeply as Lidia's eyes kept going to the bulging erections in Donny and Kent's shorts. "What kind of record you keeping of their physical responses?" Lidia asked. "Um ... I have a pulse monitor on Kent." "That's it? Nothing for your boyfriend?" "Ex boyfriend," Harriet said automatically. "I'll be honest, I didn't plan to have either hooked up so long." "Regardless, you should have got them hooked up. Every eye movement and muscle twitch is valuable information." She contemplated Kent's crotch for a few seconds. Harriet envied Lidia's detached professionalism. I used be just like her ... until I used the Brain Tube. Lidia's pushiness irritated her Japaneses sensibilities. And who did she think she was criticizing my methods? MY project survived not YOURS bitch! "The erections ... we should monitor them too," Lidia said. YOU could give them handjobs, Harriet thought and nearly laughed aloud. As Lidia yapped on with more suggestions, Harriet imagined her naked giving the guys a double hand job. The woman was on the thin side but had a nice shape and perky solid b-cups. The guys would force her to her knees and spew her dark face with contrasting jets of—. "And Kent Orlando has been under for three hours now?" Lidia asked. "Um ... yes," Harriet said. "And you can't take the helmet off Kent until you get him to a so called safe place?" "Yes, the virtual version of my lab in his world," Harriet said getting back into the flow of the conversation. "We had set that up before hand. But he's been eluding me for hours." "Having the time of his life I bet," Lidia said eying Kent's erection again. "Why don't you just unplug him?" Harriet told her about the Alice Mihara disaster. "I see," Lidia said. "And your boyfriend?" "NOT my boyfriend," Harriet reiterated. "I'm pretty sure I can take the helmet off him without dire effects. "But you're NOT sure?" Lidia said. "Not positive yet," Harriet said. "So he's got to come to us too?" Lidia said. "That would be safer," Harriet agreed ... When did it become US? I'd love to watch Kent Fuck you from behind as Donny fed you his cock up front! "You said you've been under too? Any aftereffects?" Lidia asked. Aside from compulsively wanting to give Kent a nasty blowjob? Imagining you naked and the guys fuck you and coming on your face as you beg for it? "Not a thing," Harriet said After a short pause, Lidia said, "Okay." Harriet's laptop beeped and she went to check. "Yes!" Harriet said. "What is it?" Lidia asked. "It's my messenger avatar I sent in to check on Donny's progress." Lidia came around to see Sasha's face filling the screen. "She's pretty," Lidia said. "Um ... yeah," Harriet said now wishing she hadn't used the porn star's image as her avatar. Before using the helmet she would NEVER have made such a provocative decision. "Report Sasha." "Call off KHT," Sasha said then the screen went blue. "That was weird," Harriet said. "You used the Killer Hive Tracker?" Lidia asked sounding worried. "I was told to," Harriet said cautiously. "Guess you didn't get the email." "What email?" "NOT to use KHT. The program has gone rogue and Imperial has been fighting to keep the thing from deleting precious data for the last twenty four hours." "I was kind of in the middle of my test with Kent Orlando," Harriet said. "I didn't see it." she went to her email account and saw the email sent to her from Imperial nine hours ago. Oops. "What did you tell KHT to do?" Lidia asked. "It was months ago," Harriet said feeling defensive. "Just tell me." "I told it to purged all data to the Alice Mihara project. A couple of hours ago it started deleting the early Kent Orlando data on its own. I was planing on doing that anyway some so I didn't stop it." Sensing there was more, Lidia asked, "What else?" "Um ... about a half hour ago KHT asked if I wanted to delete a file that had my name on it. It called it a fold. Since I never created a fold thing I said yes to delete. You think KHT is interfering with my project? Somehow keeping me from Kent and Donny?" "Too science fiction," Lidia said dismissively. "KHT is infected by a virus is all. But I hear it setback the Mars flight by one or two years. It's been devastating. Amazing that your little project isn't totally wiped out by now. When did you sic it on the Alice Mihara problem?" "About three months ago." "And it wiped out all the Mihara data?" "Not quite," Harriet said. "A tiny one percent has been lingering for months. No matter what KHT did that one percent survived." "Really?" Lidia asked. "You think its important?" "The best brains back at corporate can't stop KHT yet somehow you are without even trying." After a couple of minutes of quiet, Lidia said. "You think you could get my enhancer—". "Brain Tube," Harriet corrected. "Sorry ... Brain Tube. You think you can hook mine up to yours?" "My 3.0 version would be more reliable," Harriet said. "You're working on a THIRD version already?" Lidia asked surprised. "No wonder Mr. Imperial is high on you. You ain't no lazy bitch." Harriet glowed at the compliment. "Maybe you can go in again?" Lidia asked tentatively. Oh now it's just ME again? What happen to US and WE? "It would be helpful if you could determine what that last bit of the Alice Mihara data is all about?" Lidia said. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Alice Mihara handed Kent sitting on his horse her energy rifle she got from Zoe Washburne on the Serenity. "I thought it was out of charges?" he asked as he slung the rifle over his shoulder. "When the magazine is used up the rifle converts to a stun gun," Alice said. "It recharges for a stun shot every two hour. A full charge will stop anything human size or smaller." "Thanks Alice," he said. "Call me Moody," she said affectionately gripping his knee. Kent smiled down at her, turned his horse and started after Ayla and her weird menagerie. When he caught up he asked, "Were are we going?" "Other side of that ridge is a big herd of buffalo," Ayla said pointing. "How do you know?" "When the wind is right you can smell them," she said. Kent inhaled through his nose but couldn't smell anything but his own horse. An hour later he smelled cow poop. "I can smell them now," he said excited. Two seconds later his horse stepped into a huge pile of dung almost a foot high. "Guess anyone could smell that huh," he said sheepishly. Ayla did her best not to smile and Amber the raptor made a clicking noise that sounded way too much like laughter to Kent. A few minutes later, Ayla said. "We leave the horses here," and dropped to the ground with the grace of a cat. Saddle sore and stiff from riding, Kent gingerly got off his horse too. Ayla unpacked her two spears and handed one to Kent. "You should remove the shells," she said tapping at his borrowed orc armor. In a run she headed off in the direction of a hill, the lion and raptors followed. "Wait up!" he said as he stripped off the armor and dropped the helmet, shouldered the energy rifle, hefted the spear and went after them. Kent's body reflected his basketball fit physique from the other world yet he had to push it to keep up with Ayla and the animals. As they got near the top of the hill, Ayla, Baby and the raptor got down low. Following suit, Kent dropped to all fours and crawled up alongside Ayla laid prone on her belly looking down the other side of the hill. The creatures milling at the bottom of hill looked looked like American bison but WAY bigger. "Um ... what's the plan?" Kent asked. "If it were just me I'd dig a pit then stampede the herd toward it and hope one falls in and brakes a leg," Ayla said. "But that would take days. This hunt belongs to Baby and the honkers. The honkers are good at isolating an animal from the herd. If they can drive one to us Baby will take it down and we help finish with the spears." Her cheeks were bright red with excitement as she spoke. Without a word from Ayla, the raptors slunk back down their side of the hill away from the herd and quickly disappeared from sight. "Come away, this is Baby's spot," Ayla said. Baby crouched nearby ears flattened puffing air through his cheeks. He can taste them, Kent thought. Keeping low, Ayla and Kent moved several yards away on the crest. "Now what?" Kent whispered. "We wait for the herd to get wind of the honkers." "You trust the honkers to do this right?" Kent asked. "They are experienced hunters. So is Baby." She said as she rolled on her back to look at the sky. Strands of her long blond hair was done up in tight corn roles but most of her hair hung loose. Her breasts, although completely covered by her suede ocher leather top, were well defined and full. She wore britches of the same material. Rough calf high soft leather boots covered her feet and legs. Kent wondered how much of her was influenced by his youthful crush on Bo Derek and how much was his imagined vision of Ayla from the book? She rolled on her side to look at him. He couldn't help but notice that her nipples had stiffened. "Do you hunt were you come from Kent Orlando?" she asked. He wanted to lie just to impress her but knew she would see through it. "I fish sometimes, but no," he said. "How do you eat?" "I get my food at a market. Do you know what a market is?" "Is it a place to trade for goods provided by others?" she asked. He nodded. "What do you trade? Skins? Spears? Cutting stones?" "Yeah, stuff," he said. It was easier to agree than explaining money, commerce and the minimum wage. "Ygritte said that you are from the sky?" She rolled on her back again to look at the pale blue sky. "Yeah ... I guess." "Are the evil ghosts from the sky too?" "In a way. They were sent down by someone like me. A woman named Harriet." "Neffie spoke of her. Does she hate us? Is she evil with a hyena's soul?" Kent almost laughed. "She doesn't hate us. She just doesn't understand how this place works." "Neffie said she is the mother creator of all." "This world anyway," Kent said. They were just about nose to nose when she turned to face him again, her full breasts brushed his chest, the heat of her breath warmed his face. "Do sky people do mouth touching?" she asked soft and breathy. "Kissing?" "Is that what you call the mouth touching custom?" "Um ... yeah." Their noses brushed. "Kissing ... I like the word." She rolled on top of him and did the deed. If his erection bothered her she didn't let on. She abruptly pulled away from the kiss. "It's time," she said. "Yeah," he said totally ready for anything. He saw that she was looking away from him and down the hill. "Um ... time for what?" he asked. "The honkers are running the herd." "Oh ... yeah, that," he said disappointed. He could hear agitated bleats coming from bellow. She rolled off him and he rolled on his belly to look. The herd was stirring but not exactly moving, then suddenly, the animals were on the move but opposite from the crest were baby lay in wait. The raptors fucked up he thought. Just as he was denouncing the velociraptors abilities, a part of the herd shifted and headed toward them. There must have been a dozen running buffalo and on their heals were the raptors. "Shouldn't there be just one?" Kent asked. Then just like that two buffalo were detached from the group, the raptors let the rest charge back down the hill and kept at the heels of the isolated pair. He now understood why Ayla called them honkers. The honking barks the creatures made when excited were distinct. The dinosaurs darted at the buffalo but always danced back never making contact. "Why don't they attack?" Kent asked watching the raptors dance around the big hairy beasts. "This is prey bigger than they can handle. A broken bone is death. They won't risk injury." "What about Baby? Isn't he brave?" "It's not about courage," Ayla said. "Like the honkers he won't risk a broken bone. One frightened buffalo is dangerous on its own, dealing with two is certain death. He won't attack until there is just one." No matter what the raptors did the pair wouldn't separate. Just when Kent thought that this might be a bust, the buffalo broke in two different directions, one headed toward Baby and the other right at Ayla and Kent. The raptors kept to the one heading toward baby, Of course the bigger of the two was the one coming their way. Ayla ran left, Kent right. The beast jigged Kent's way. "My fucking lucky day!" he yelled as every atom in his body geared for flight. Remembering he carried the stun rifle, he stopped, dropped the spear and leveled the rifle. "Earth Mother fool! Run!" Ayla yelled. Kent took aim at the charging beast and squeezed the trigger. He expected the rifle to buck in his hands but it didn't, all he felt was a vibration not unlike a video game controller in play. The buffalo kept charging. What did Moody say? Human or smaller? "I'm a dead man," he said as a matter of fact. The buffalo put on the brakes and skidded to a stop, its snout inches from Kent chest puffing air from its nose spattering Kent's face with foamy spittle. The stun had worked! It didn't go down but it had stopped the rampaging beast! A scream of rage from the buffalo filled the air as Ayla buried her spear deep in the buffalo's neck. Kent dropped the rifle, picked up his spear and buried the point deep in the thing's neck opposite Ayla's spear. He quickly fell back expecting the thing to come at him again. Weaponless, he had no qualms of running like a scared rabbit this time. The beast made one loud bellow then fell on its side still and quiet. Down the hill, Baby had the second buffalo on it's side with his mouth around it's neck suffocating it. The raptors honked and scurried about excitedly. "Where the fuck were YOU guys?" Kent yelled at the animals. Ayla pulled the spears from the fallen buffalo then dropped to her knees and went at the animal's neck with a stone knife. "You are brave and foolish," she said as she did her grizzly work. "You ain't the first to accuse me of that," Kent said. His body shook from the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he offered Ayla the dagger given to him by Neffie. She accepted it and went at the buffalo's neck again. A remarkable amount of blood pooled on the ground around the animal's head. Ayla put down the knife, cupped her hands and came away with them full of blood. Shockingly, she took a deep sip, her lips and chin coming away bloody and slick. She held her dripping hands out to Kent. Without hesitation he sipped from her hands too. The blood was warm, almost hot. Ayla opened her hands to let the rest of the blood fall to the ground. "Thank you Mother," she whispered. Kent wondered if she was thanking some earth mother goddess or Harriet Kono? Ayla wiped her hands clean on the hide of the dead buffalo then she slammed into Kent to engage in the custom of mouth touching. The kiss was salty and coppery. Like his dick, every small hair on his body stood at attention. Since she wasn't shy about pressing against him, he freely explored her luscious figure with eager hands. She pushed him back and speedily undressed. Kent joined her. Naked, they faced each other. The prairie wind stirred her semi corn rolled blond hair. His eyes feasted on her full figure and solid perky C's with taunt pale nipples, she had the muscle tone of an Olympic athlete, the hair between her legs a seductive reddish blond. A sudden pivot toward the fallen buffalo gave view to her splendid ass and muscled back. She crouched, soaked her right hand in animal blood and stood back up to face Kent. With her blood soaked hand, she smeared a bloody line from her neck down between her breasts over her bellybutton and stopped at the top of her pubic mound. She added a curving arc under her breasts. With another turn and beguiling bend, she soaked her hand with more blood then stepped up to Kent and made a similar line from his neck down to his pubic hair then added an arc over his pubic area reverse of the one under her breasts. After a brief study of her body art, she dropped to her knees, gripped his erection in her bloody hand and took him into her mouth. "Mother goddess," he whispered. After making a quick bed of their clothes, she pulled him down on top of her. There was no misreading her desires as he gripped his slick erection and guided it to her opening, his entrance smooth, her inside warm as buffalo blood. With mindless animal lust, he set a fast pace. He shifted to a position on his knees just to watch her amazing tits bounce with each of his hard thrusts. Ayla called out, gripped his hips to keep him still as she give in to her orgasm. Seconds later he came deep inside her. As the adrenaline faded he collapsed on top of her, pulled out and fell on his back next to her, their labored breathing in perfect sync. "That was nice," he said short of breath. She laughed at the understatement then rolled on top of him and kissed him with her bloody mouth. The kiss was short as she slid down his long torso to his lower half to take his relaxing cock into her warm mouth. To his amazement she reversed his softening. In less than a minute he was rock hard again. As she coaxed him to a kneeling position, he wondered if he could have done this in the other world? Doubt it. But then again? If it was Bo Derek from '10' doing him? Maybe? She stopped to say, "Tell when your seed will spill. I want to thank the Mother." He was all for blowjobs for the Mother. "Man," he whispered in wonder as he watched the beautiful Derekesque vision smeared with the blood of an animal he helped kill sucking his cock. "Thank you," he said to the mother in advance. He hitched a breath. "Here it comes!" She stopped with her mouth, griped him with one hand and cupped the other under the head of his erection. The first spray flew high and clipped her brow and landed in her blond hair. She adjusted his angle and rest of his emissions soaked her wrist and palm. She stood, and like she had done with the buffalo blood, pressed her filled hand to her lips, lapped some of his spunk into her mouth then dribbled the rest onto the grassy ground. "YOU! DOWN THERE!" came a female voice from everywhere. "Mother goddess?" Ayla asked looking up amazed and a little fearful. "Harriet?" Kent asked looking up too. The big female voice went on. "DO NOT MOVE! YOU ARE IN OUR SIGHTS! DON'T DO ANYTHING RASH!" A shadow crept over Ayla and Kent as some sort of craft drifted right over them. Through an open door Kent saw people leaning out with guns pointed at them. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Everyone always talks about Mila Kunis' character Jackie on 'That 70s Show' but I've always thought Donna was sexier." "Yeah, she my favorite too," Barker said. Donny gave the clown a sidewards look. Was he kidding? It was impossible to read that ugly face. Donny returned his attention to Jackie, Steven, Donna, Eric and Fez, the main cast of 'That 70s Show' sitting at a tabled in the corner of the basement. In the show you never saw them actually smoking but it was obvious they were doing weed. In Harriet's version though all took professional hits off the fatty circling the table. "You wanna get that bite to eat?" Barker asked. "In a little bit," Donny said. "I wanna see how Harriet plays this out. She would write elaborate scrips scene for scene sometimes. The chick would make a great screen writer if you ask me." Barker gave a queer little smile and settled his bulk on a bar stool in the corner. Donny sat on the arm of the old sofa to watch the stoners. "Anything you can do I can do better," Donna said behind a cloud of smoke. Jackie shook her stoned head. "I can do anything better than you." "No you can't," Donna said. "Yes I can!" Jackie quipped back. "Are we in a musical?" Michael asked looking confused. "No, duffes," Jackie said. "You guys still arguing about Jackie's acceptance into beauty college??" Eric asked as he took charge of the joint. "She only got in because she had perfect nails and it was Michael who did them for her," Donna said. "No! I got into beauty school because of my obvious commitment to the feminine mistake," Jackie said. "I think you mean mystique," Eric said. "In her case mistake is right," Donna said. "ANYWAY," Jackie said, "we were arguing which of us is the better kisser." "That be you," Michael said to Jackie. "You are such a smart boyfriend," Jackie said pinching his cheek. "Donna's the better kisser hands down," Eric said as he handed the joint to Michael. Eric and Donna high-fived. "I am clearly the better kisser because Michael is ALWAYS happy while Eric is miserable all the time." "Proves nothing," Donna said. "Michael is too STUPID not to be happy all the time." "Hey!" Michael said exhaling smoke. "I can be unhappy anytime I want." He put on a serious face that lasted all of three second before he started giggling. "You see?" Donna said. "You girls are gonna have to kiss me and Eric to determine this once and for all," Michael said. "Kiss Eric? Ehew! Noway," Jackie said. "I'd kiss Michael," Donna said. "Kissin' hot Donna? Alright!" Michael said. "Hang on," Steven said in a squeaky voice as he exhaled a toke. "Neither of you losers are gonna vote against your babes. You need a neutral part to judge this." "Oh and that would be YOU?" Donna asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'd kiss him," Jackie confessed. "That is a game breaker right there," Fez said in his ambiguous accent. "Who at this table is the last person you girls would kiss?" "You," Donna said. "I'd kiss Eric before I'd kiss you," Jackie said. "Thank you," Eric said. "In fact, I'd kiss Donna before I'd kiss you," Jackie added. "Interesting but we shouldn't digress," Fez said. "I am the designated, despised neutral party. You girls will have to overcome your queasiness to give me your best kiss." "I can't believe how much this is making sense," Donna said. "It's the weed," Steven said. "That's why they call it dope," Eric said. "I thought they called it dope because it makes you DOPY," Michael said. "In Steven's case, grumpy," Eric said. "Dork, then you must be freaking Sleepy," Steven said giving Eric a punch in the arm. "And Michael is Happy," Donna said. Michael barked a loud laugh, frowned then said, "I don't get it" "Lucky you're pretty," Donna said to him. "Yeah ... Ain't it cool?" Michael said. Fez walked to the sofa, sat down, pulled out a tiny bottle of Binaca and sprayed his mouth. "Come on girls, show me what you got." "Thank god I'm stoned," Jackie mumbled as she approached the sofa, plopped down next to Fez and planted one on him. Surprisingly, the kiss went on for several seconds. When it finally ended Jackie pulled back and looked at Fez in confusion. "That ... that ... wasn't bad," Jackie said clearly surprised. "Yes, it was more than an adequate kiss," Fez said. "This is soooo weird," Jackie said as she sat back on the sofa looking stunned. "Must be the Binaca," Michael said. "Donna fell in on the other side of Fez and roughly pulled him in for her kiss. Like Jackie's, it went on longer than expected. In fact, Fez copped a feel of one of her lushes boobs in the process. "Whoa ... that's my girl you're feeling up," Eric said totally serious in his slow motion stoned state. Donna pulled away and her eyes dropped to Fez's hand on her boob. "I would freaking clobber you if that kiss wasn't so ... AMAZING!" "Weird right?" Jackie said. "Let me try again." She hiked up her denim skirt, straddled his lap and laid another on him. "This is getting out of hand," Michael said frowning at Jackie sucking another guy's face right in front of him for the second time. Jackie pulled back "Un FREAKING believable!" With Jackie still straddling Fez's lap, Donna pulled him to the side for another kiss. "Hey now," Eric said in stoned protest. Donna pulled back. "This is so weird," she said. "I still find him totally repulsive yet he kisses like a god?" "If I had a nickel for every time I've been told that," Fez said. "It's gotta be the weed," Steven said giving the new joint he had just rolled a dubious look. He lit it up and quickly passed it to Jackie still spread on Fez's lap with the enticing edges of her panties showing. She took a big hit, leaned in and gave Fez a good long kiss. When she pulled back Fez exhaled a cloud of second hand smoke. "California kiss, awesome," Steven said. Daringly, Fez reached up and massaged Jackie's chest. "It's gotta be the weed 'cause I don't seem to give a hoot he's feeling me up. Heck I kinda like it," Jackie said. "Let's test this interesting development," Steven said. He went over to Donna and filled each of his hands with her breasts. "It's gotta be the dope 'cause I still got my teeth in my head." Donna leaned in and kissed him. "Whoa," Eric said. He looked at Michael. "What we gonna do about this?" "This stuff must be Afroasian," Michael said. "What?" Jackie asked. "He means aphrodisiac," Eric corrected. "I don't know about the rest of you but I'm kissin' Donna!" Michael said. "Hey now," Eric said in low key stoner protest. "Come on Eric, take advantage before I sober up," Jackie said. She got off Fez's lap, adjusted her skirt to cover her panties, ambled over to Eric, sat her petite butt in his lap and kissed him. She pulled back. "Was that good?" "Um ... wow!" Eric said, "That was ... wow!" Jackie giggled. Donna and Michael were kissing and neither were shy about pressing in close. "I just got this crazy urge," Jackie said. Still sitting on Eric's lap, she pulled her orange shirt over her head exposing the blue and black bra covering her 32Bs. "WHERE did you get this weed?" Eric asked Steven. "Leo," he said with a shrug. "The weed has made the women uninhibited," Fez declared. "Ya think?" Eric asked as he stared wide eyed at Jackie's chest. Across the room Donna and Michael got totally handsy. "The question is ... HOW uninhibited?" Steven asked. "Allow me," Fez said. "Donna? Take off that cumbersome shirt." Donna pulled away from Michael, straightened her mussed up hair and said, "Stupid seems the norm tonight." She pulled her gray baseball shirt with long maroon sleeves over her head. Her long red hair cascaded down and brushed the tops of her beguiling milky white C-cups covered by a white bra. "Why wait?" Fez said. "The jeans too." Donna shucked her jeans revealing pink panties with white trim. "Jackie?" Fez asked. Jackie rolled her eyes, stood from Eric's lap, undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She wore matching blue and black panties. "Are you ALWAYS this coordinated?" Donna asked spying her matching underwear. "Not hard to do if you live like a girl and not a dude like you," Jackie said. "Bite me," Donna said. "Wanna see how the weed is effecting the boys?" Jackie asked looking delightful standing in just her bra and panties. Looking no less pleasing, Donna said, "Excellent idea." Standing side by side, the women were a fascinating contrast in shape, complexion and height. "Take it down to the undies boys!" Jackie said. The guys stood and stripped down to bulging briefs, no boxers in the bunch. In there stoned haze, everyone checked each other out. A long minute later, Jackie asked, "Now what?" "We take the next logical step," Fez said. "We see your breasts." "Both of you ... just to be fair," Steven said. Bras fell to the floor exposing to all Jackie's Bs and Donna's Cs. "This is very nice," Fez said. "You know, I've always wanted to get naked in a room full of guys?" Jackie confessed as she slid down her panties to reveal a cute black triangle of hair. She did a little dainty spin to give all a nice view to her tight little ass. All eyes went to Donna. "When in Rome ..." she said as she slipped her thumbs under her panties at the hips. "People get naked in Rome?" Michael asked. "Yeah, all the time," Eric said. "Even the Pope." "I'm totally going there!" Michael said then quickly added. "To see Sophia Loren naked not the Pope. I don't wanna go to hell." With her panties at her feet, Donna stood with her sparse red pubes on display. "Thought you'd have a big ass Bozo the clown bush?" Jackie said. "Bite me." "Again ... NOW what?" Jackie asked with her hands on her slim hips. "Which of you gives the best head?" Steven asked almost casually. "Why am I not surprised?" Donna said. After a brief pause, she dropped to her knees on the basement floor. The guys were naked in seconds and enthusiastically surrounded her. Annoyed that Donna was getting all the attention, Jackie pushed into the scrum. She gripped Fez's erection, dropped before him and took him into her mouth just to be the first to swallow dick. Seconds later, Donna took Steven into her mouth. "I'm calling Leo to get more of this weed," Steven said adamantly. For the next few minutes, the guys fed their hard-ons to the beautiful 70s babes in the impromptu blowbang. "I saw at the King's Palace—" Fez started to say. Donna stopped sucking his cock to say, "You mean the porn movie theater on Market Street?" "Art house," he corrected. "The gentlemen in the films tended to ejaculate on the faces of the girls. I found that an engrossing concept." Jackie pulled Micheal's cock from her mouth. "Ehew! Gross is right!" "And as insane as this might sound, I find the idea a disturbing turn on," Donna said as she stroked a cock in each hand. "You got it Babe!" Michael said as he pulled his cock from Donna's hand, gripped it in his own, pointed it at her face and spattered four long ropes of cum from her forehead to chin. "Joseph, Mary, Jesus," Donna said then laughed at her sudden pornographic anointing. She wiped at a glob near her right eyes. "Wow,"Steven said as he stared at Donna's face. He returned his attention to Jackie, gripped his hardon, pressed it to the right side of her face and soaking her cute cheek bone and jaw line. "Ehew!" Jackie said predictably. Eric gripped Jackie's styled long hair, tilt her head back and sprayed her lips and chin. A wayward splash stripped the right side of her nose. Fez chose Jackie as his target as well and doused her forehead and bangs with eight relentless gushes. "I'm glad YOU'RE the popular girl," Donna said. "You look awesome," Fez said to Jackie. "Oh-my-god," Jackie said with her eyes closed shut. A long strand of goo hung precariously from her chin then dropped down between her breasts. The people froze and everything started to fade like an old color photo from the 70s that had seen too many years. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Lidia corrected the angle of the new Brain Tube headgear on Harriet's head. This version was totally wireless so Harriet had set up in her office a makeshift bed made from a foam pad and a couple of Pilates mats spread on her cleared off desk. "Can I talk to you while you're under?" Lidia asked. "There is this weird time deferential that makes communicating via headset difficult. All added up, I spent less than thirty minutes using the helmet but in the world of the Brain Tube it was roughly three days in the world of the Brain Tube." "Amazing," Lidia said. "Imagine the training potential using the Brain Tube. You could conceivably get a masters and a doctorate in a matter of DAYS." "Yeah, guess so," Harriet said. It never occurred to her that the time differential might have a useful application. Until now she only saw it as an annoyance. Her friend and fellow scientist Ashley Grant had accused her of having no imagination or vision. That all aside, Harriet ultimately didn't want to go in. The world of the Brain Tube scared her. But she feared looking bad in the eyes of Mr. Imperial more. She didn't come this far to get shut down like Lidia. "I made adjustments to the communicators. I hope the work," Harriet said. "I'll call corp and see if they can offer some suggestions for KHT," Lidia said. She leaned in and whisper so softly, Harriet had to strain to hear. "I hear that the hardware they've been sending us is based on extraterrestrial artifacts. Rumors are floating that Imperial is in a race to get to Mars because of a discovered Alien crash sight." Harriet had heard the same rumors but never gave them credence. What worried her was Lidia's weird need to whisper. For the fist time it occurred to her that the her lab might me bugged. She felt stupid for thinking that only now. Possible spyware hidden in all her devises worried her even more. "At the first sign of distress, kill the feed," Harriet said. "If that don't work, yank it off me." She lowered the visor. Lidia went to the other side of the partition to start the feed. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Maria Hill Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. glad to have finally found you Mr. Orlando." She offered Kent her hand. "Um ... hello," Kent said lamely as he stood before her naked and smeared with blood, he shook her hand. Naturally, her eyes dropped down to study his hanging member. Maria Hill wore her classic form fitting black pleather. Kent admired her sharp angled beautiful face accentuated by her no nonsense bob hairdo. And of course Mr. Happy stated twitching. Ayla stood next to Kent fearfully eying the hovercraft now resting on the ground. A lowered ramp lead to an open hatch. "This is Ayla from um ... Valley of the Horses." "I thought Daryl Hanna played the part?" Maria said. "A bit of mashing on Mr. Orlando's part," Ayla said. "I'm a literary construct with eighties sex symbol boyhood longing." "A little out of character for a cave girl?" came another voice. Kent turned to see Natasha Romanoff coming down the hovercraft ramp. Oddly she wore formfitting tights with a bright green tie-dye pattern. "To make a long story short, I share this body with my cave sister," Other Ayla said. "When she can't cope with matters non prehistoric, such as all this, I take over. Apologies for our gory state. Hunting seriously warms her up." "Interesting, What do we call you?" Natasha asked. "I've grown accustom to Other so that will do." Natasha nodded then looked at Kent. "Mr. Orlando, why am I not surprised to find you naked, covered in animal blood and screwing Bo Derek the wisecracking cave girl?" "We need to get Mr. Orlando to the gathering," Maria said. "Do you have a shower in there?" Kent asked as he picked up his and Ayla's scattered clothes. "No," Maria said sounding impatient. "We're traveling with others," Kent said. "They were picked up by another craft," Natasha said. "The horses?" Other asked. "No room for them, sorry," Maria said All eyes went to the giant lion sitting nearby licking his bloody chops. "That is NOT getting on my craft," Maria said. "Oh come on," Natasha said. "You let the Hulk on this thing and HE can certainly mess up a bathroom." "I'll tell Baby to lead Whinny and the horses home," Other said. Naked, she went to the address the cave lion. "Fascinating girl, Mr. Orlando," Natasha said eying Other's retreating backside. "With her split personality you get to fuck the primitive then have sophisticated repartee in the after glow. Think I'll find me a nice split level caveman too." The six raptors popped over the crest. "Forgot about them," Kent said. The two armed guards at the entrance of the hovercraft brought their weapons to bear. Barefoot and wearing just his briefs, Kent charged out waving his arms putting himself between the guards and the dinosaurs. "Whoa! Whoa! They're with us!" "Stand down!" Maria said firmly. "That was a foolish thing to do Mr. Orlando," Natasha said. "I'm alive because of these lizards," Kent said. "Gotta love your loyalty," Natasha said. "That will get you killed as a spy, though." "We have to go," Maria insisted. As Other approached the agitated raptors, Natasha advised Maria to send out a crew to pick up the Buffalo kill. "I'm sick of MREs and barbeque buffalo sounds heavenly," Natasha said. Since it was partially his kill, Kent insisted on helping to move the animal into the hovercraft. Other came back from talking to the raptors and stood naked at the base of the ramp. "Baby will lead the horses and raptors back to the valley. This one has other ideas." Without invitation, Amber slipped into the open hatch of the hovercraft. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Show's over," Barker said. "Harriet is a total freak," Donny said. "How you feeling" Barker asked. "Randy as a ram in a hot summer barn full of sheep," Donny said. Barker laughed as he lead Donny through a door that opened in an apartment hallway with more doors. Three women stepped out of one of the doors. He pegged them immediately, Penny, Amy and Bernadette from the 'The Big Bang Theory' TV series. The women yapped as they strolled to the door across the hall. "Wow," Donny said and made to follow them. "I think two shows in one day will do horn boy," Barker said as he gripped Donny's arm and dragged him toward the stairwell. Three flights later they were out on the street. "Whoa. This is downtown Byle, Ohio," Donny said. Across Main Street was Bigger Than Your Face Burritos and Tacos. "Harriet must have eaten there. But I don't see how? I'm sure the place burned down a year before she hit town? They never reopened." Dodging light traffic, Barker and Donny crossed the street. A pickup truck hit the brakes to keep from hitting Barker. The killer clown slapped at the hood leaving a dent. "I'm walkin' here! I'm walkin' here!" the clown yelled. The little old lady behind the wheel gave Barker the finger. They entered the restaurant with the tinkling of a bell. The place was empty except for the help. "Sit, I got this," Barker said. As Donny settled in his favorite booth under the front window, Barker went to the counter and ordered. The dude at the counter didn't seem to care that Barker was an ugly nightmare clown. Weirdly, Barker paid with a credit card. The clown came to the booth sporting two Dos Equis, a basket of homemade tortilla chips and a bowl of signature green salsa. "Um ... what did you order?" Donny asked. "Two steak, red rice, black bean and Oaxaca cheese burrito specials." Barker delicately dipped a chip into the salsa then bit into it. "This is good," the clown said dipping a second chip. "Best green salsa in Ohio," Donny said dipping a chip too. Barker went at the chips with gusto. Donny found it hard to eat looking at Barker so he kept his eyes focused on the service counter. "Wow, there's Mandy," Donny said. "Mandy?" Barker asked with a full mouth, he turning to look. "The owners daughter," Donny said. "Totally hot. She always gave me looks like she was interested but I never had the guts to ask her out." Mandy came their way. "Hey Donny," she said. She was tallish, slim, dark brown skin, long brown hair, absolutely stunning in jeans and a tight sweater. "Hey Mandy," he said shyly. "More chips?" she asked looking at the near empty chip basket. "Please," Barker said. His ugly mouth and the front of his orange military jacket were covered with crumbs. She smiled at the clown like he was totally normal and went to get more chips. "No way," Donny whispered as a gorgeous young African American woman stepped into the restaurant. She had long straight black hair and wore blue form fitting workout pants that showed off her spectacular waist, hips and butt. "That's Jenna Goldsmith. She works at the Byle Community Playhouse. She's the stage manager. I met her at a party last summer. I've been mooning over her ever since." "Look at that one," Barker said as he sucked down some beer. A stunning tall blond in jeans and a tight t-shirt entered the restaurant and stood in line behind Jenna Goldsmith. "Unbelievable," Donny said. "That is Sarah Logan a local celebrity. She played in a rock and roll band with Ethan Grant and Katrina House. House and Grant are total big time now. Anyway Sarah is awesome. I hear she's a total lesbian. Saw her perform once at a biker bar. A fucking gnarly fight broke out. Sarah and the other chicks in her band went topless to stop the fight. It TOTALLY worked. "That one's a looker too," Barker said looking out the window. A woman in her forties was getting out of a parked silver Mercedes convertible. She had dark cascading hair, a wonderful full figure, pale skin and Mediterranean features. Her tight top displayed maximum cleavage. "Kathy Fish," Donny said. "My ballroom dance teacher from the community center. This is so weird. Why are all these chicks here in Harriet's fold?" "Maybe you told her about them?" Barker said. "Guess so," Donny said sounding doubtful. Mandy arrived with the burrito specials. After handing out the plates she gave Donny a long wanton look, smiled then went back to the counter. "Weird," Donny reiterated. "This is good," Barker said with a full mouth. "The best," Donny agreed biting into his burrito. "Tell me," Barker said wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. "You got a fantasy you DIDN'T share with Harriet?" Donny thought as he chewed. "The mother of dragons." "Game of Thrones," Barker said. "Harriet has a thing for high profile celebs, try someone more obscure." "Why?" Donny asked with a full mouth. "Indulge me," Barker said finishing off his beer." "Okay ... um got it. Alex Borgia." "Who that?" Barker asked. "She was one of the characters from the old Law And Order series. Wasn't on the show for very long but I always thought she was hot." "Does she look like that?" Barker asked as a women in a white blouse, black skirt and heels stepped into the restaurant. "That be her," Donny said as he took a gulp of beer. "I knew it!" Barker yelled making Donny choke and spit beer. A big sharp toothed smile spread on the clown's face. "What?"Donny asked wiping his mouth. "I purposely dragged you through one of Harriet's secret sex rooms to fire you up! This is awesome!" The clown was even more frightening in his sudden glee. Donny considered running for the door. "Okay! Okay Okay! Deep breath ... deep breath," Barker said calling for calm. After several deep breaths he said, "Picture me different." "What you mean,?" "Close your eyes Donny boy and envision me ANYWAY you want." "But why?" "Just do it!" the clown yelled slamming his hands on the table top. "Alright!" Donny yelled back. He closed his eyes. A vision came to him immediately then he opened his eyes. "Shit! Noway!" "You did it?" Barker asked feeling his face. "Who am I?" "You ain't gonna like it," Donny said totally scared now. "Need a mirror!" Barker said and headed to the bathroom. Seconds later there was a yell from the bathroom. "I'm so fucked," Donny said. He slipped out of the booth to head for the door when Barker burst out of the bathroom. "You made me into Tony Soprano?" Barker yelled. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! You're scary! His scary! He just came to mind!" Donny said as Barker now Soprano marched toward him. Donny shut his eyes and hoped that the death blow wouldn't hurt too much. Big hands gripped Donny's shoulders and he was pulled in for a crushing bear hug. Next he knew he was staggered back. When he opened his eyes he saw that Barker was smiling and crying all at once. "What the fuck?" Donny asked confused and freaked out. "You Donny boy have your very own fold," Barker said with red teary eyes. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Blue ... blue ... blue ... the cerulean void went on forever ... Harriet wondered how long she had been drifting ... days? Gotta be a week at least. "Ten seconds in," came a voice from everywhere. "In what?" Harriet asked. No answer came. With nothing to do but think she worried about ... about what? Her thoughts seem to be avoiding her, drifting like her body in the blue void. She focused and found a pesky elusive thought ... Imperial Corp knows about the sex thing. They know everything. "Yes they do," came a voice from her right ... no left. A woman in a snug black dress down to mid thigh, black tights and black boots stood before her. Harriet realized there was a ground. She focused in on the woman ... it was Mila Kunis ... how weird. "Close," Mila said. "Theodora, wicked witch of the west." She held a hand out and Harriet shook it. "Welcome to Purgatory." "Um ... what? I don't understand." "Believe me death is TOTALLY disorienting." "I'm not dead," Harriet stated although she wasn't sure of that. "I am. You're just passing through." "You died?" Harriet asked. "Yep, killed by that bitch Kate that you sent after Kent Orlando." Theodora frowned. "You told Kate to delete your own fold too?" "I didn't say anything ... and I don't know who Kate or what a fold is?" "Don't bother denying I can read your mind," Theodora said. "Boy are YOU going to be popular when you show up in world." Theodora's features got sharper, her nose and chin seem to extend, her skin changed to a vivid technicolor green. "Good luck my pretty ... you're going to need it." Everything went black, Harriet screamed and Theodora cackled. As the blackness turned a deep forest green Harriet tried to recall why she was in the dark and screaming. "Shit! Why are you screaming?" came the voice from everywhere. "Theodora?" Harriet asked more afraid of being alone in the dark than of the witch. "Didn't get that," The voice said. The dark green slowly lightened to a soft warm brown haze. A name surfaced in Harriet's head. LIDIA. Then it all came to her. She was wearing the Brain Tube and she was in Kent's deprived sexual universe. The world solidified around her. She was standing in an office hall that looked a lot like the halls at the Honolulu University science department only it went on forever in both directions. Doors lined the hall on both sides. She read the plastic plaque on the door nearest her, BOTTOMLESS OFFICE. A woman, clutching a batch of folders to her chest stepped out the door. "What?" Harriet said in surprise when she saw that it was Karen Pena the attractive mix Filipino receptionist from the science lab front office. She looked her usual perfect self in a nice white blouse but that was it, bellow she wore nothing. The exposed skin of her lower belly and thighs were a pleasing medium brown. As Harriet would expect from a person like Karen Pena, her pubic hair was trimmed and neat. "I must be in one of Kent's stupid fantasies," Harriet said aloud. "I got that," Lidia said in her head from back in the lab. "Harriet? " Karen Pena asked startled. "Um ... hey," Harriet said lamely. The strange urge to take off her jeans overwhelmed her. "Don't fight it," Pena said. "Just do it and you'll be free to think of other things." "This ain't real," Harriet said even as she took Pena's advice and unsnapped her jeans. "How do you know what I'm thinking?" She vaguely recalled that the wicked witch was able to read her thoughts in purgatory. "You're not blocking your thoughts," Pena said. "My goodness! We must tell Lovecraft about this! You need to come to the war room with me!" "The what room?" Harriet asked as she dropped her pants. The act of removing her jeans in front of Pena thrilled her to no end. With shaking hands she slid down the panties too. Pena was right, she could actually think clearly now. "What room are you referring to?" Lidia asked. "Can you hear Lidia?" Harriet asked Pena "I can hear you THINKING about someone named Lidia," Pena said then her eyes went wide with wonder. "Are you in communication with someone from your world?" "Um ... yeah," Harriet said. "You solved the time differential! Brilliant!" Pena said and hugged Harriet on impulse and yet somehow not drop her load of files. When their naked lower fronts brushed a dirty thrill rippled through Harriet. "That will go a long way to defeating Kate!" Pena said pulling back. "Kate?" Harriet asked. Theodora mentioned someone named Kate. "Kate ... KHT ... the Killer Hive Tracker from Imperial Corporation. They'll fill you in at the war room. Come." Pena continued down the hall and Harriet fell in behind her. It was impossible not to focus on the Filipino girl's butt. It was so perfectly brown and cute. "You're mind is wide open and easy to read," Pena said. "You are enjoying going bottomless and sexually reacting to my cute brown butt. Apparently, you have been harboring a latent lesbian crush for me for some time." Shocked and embarrassed, Harriet reacted with bluster. "This is stupid! I NEED to find Kent Orlando!" "He is headed for the center of his fold as we speak," Pena said. Harriet had to pick up the pace as the girl was nearly running. "What is a fold?" Harriet asked. "You want me to fold something?" Lidia asked. "Hang on, your computer just beeped. It's your your messenger avatar. I'll get back ... hang on." "In essence a fold is an individuals sexual desires made real. As time passes, a fold matures beyond that" "And this place is Kent's fold right" Harriet asked. "Silly, this is YOUR fold," Pena said. That stopped Harriet in her tracks. Several steps later Pena stopped to look back at her. "This is your fold Harriet Kono ... and you don't know that ..." Pena's expression turned to shock. "It was YOU that ordered KHT to destroy us. You are our creator ... WHY would you do that?" "Um ... I didn't know what I was doing at the time," Harriet said feeling guilty and defensive. She rolled her eyes. I'm wasting time playing this game, she thought. "This is no game," came a voice from behind her. Harriet turned and found herself face to face with Reese Whitherspoon dressed as some kind of warrior knight. "Why did you create me?" Whitherspoon asked, her cheeks flushed with anger. Harriet hugged herself as the hall grew VERY cold. "I don't know who the hell you are suppose to be," Harriet said loosing her patience. "Be careful Harriet," came another female voice. Sasha Grey her messenger avatar was suddenly in the hall next to her. Harriet had no idea where she came from. Sasha continued, "Queen Elsa may be your creation but she is no pushover." "Queen Elsa?" Harriet asked totally confused. A vague memory came to her of how she imagined Reese Whitherspoon playing Queen Elsa in a live action sex fantasy. She shook her head of the distraction and said vehemently, "I NEED you to find Kent for me Sasha!" "I can't. KHT is keeping me from him," Sasha said. "I managed to get word out to someone in the lab name Lidia. We had a short talk before the link was cut." "Lidia was sent from Imperial after they shutdown a parallel project," Harriet said. "She is working the KHT angle. Lidia report! Lidia you there?" "Why did you send KHT to kill us," Pena asked. "She did what?" Elsa asked. Her eyes narrowed as she read Harriet's mind and saw it was true. "I don't have time for this," Harriet said. "I have to stop KHT form wiping out my work!" "WE are your work you callas bitch!" Elsa yelled. Harriet had had enough. Her skin glowed red hot as she called up her firebrand persona that had gotten her out of a tough spot before. Sasha stepped in between Harriet and Elsa. "Harriet is here. With her we have hope. Please your majesty, put this aside for now. Harriet, please turn off the fire." "Sasha, you have to find—" "We are at war for our survival," Sasha said rounding on Harriet. She didn't raise her voice but her tone was firm. "Whatever you may think this is about, let me assure you, we are real, alive and dying. We need your help." This is bullshit, Harriet thought. "And everyone can read your thoughts," Sasha said. "You best remedy that before we meet with Lovecraft." "I don't—" "Think of a song and get it rolling in your head," Sasha said. "It will block your thoughts." She looked at Karen Pena "The bottomless rule has been lifted by the clowns for the duration." Pena shrugged. "I'm from the bottomless door. Regardless of the clown council we go bare assed there all the time. I'm used to it." Sasha gave Harriet's bare bottom a quizzical look. "She likes the depravity," Elsa said with obvious contempt. Harriet blushed and quickly sorting songs in her head. "Do you think this Lidia person can help with KHT?" Elsa asked. "Um ... don't know," Harriet said. "According to Lidia, KHT is causing serious damage at corporate headquarters," Sasha said. Harriet found the perfect song, the Beatles 'Octopus Garden.' A door opened a long way off and a figure came marching down the hall toward the gathered women. As the figure neared, Harriet's eyes widened and her heart rate doubled. She fell in behind Sasha to hide like a scared child. "You okay?" Sasha asked. "Make it go away," Harriet whispered with her eyes shut tight. "Make what go away?" Sasha asked perplexed. "Queen Elsa, Sasha, Lovecraft and the war council require your presents." "Oh," Sasha said seeing that the messenger was a nightmare clown. Sasha waved for Elsa and Karen Pena to go with the clown leaving Sasha alone with Harriet. "Is it gone?" Harriet asked. "The clowns are many and they rule here," Sasha said. "You're going to have to get a grip and face them." "Why are they here? Where did they come from?" Harriet asked with a pathetic whine in her voice. "From your base fears." Sasha said. "You're not here to keep them in check." "This is my fold thing right?" Harriet asked in a panic. "I can make them go away right?" "Not easily at this point but yes, ultimately you could," Sasha said. "But the clowns are the only force in your fold strong enough to hold back KHT. We need them Harriet." A door burst open way down the hall and a big monster of a clown dressed in colorful army fatigues came their way, behind him were more clowns. Sasha sighed. "So much for easing you in. That be Lovecraft head killer clown." "Oh my god," Harriet said in a shaky whisper. Lovecraft and his entourage stopped ten feet from Harriet and Sasha. At his side was the Whitherspoon Queen Elsa and bottomless Karen Pena, behind them a host of ugly clowns. Harriet wanted to cower behind Sasha and shut her eyes. Better yet, she should yell for Lidia to pull the Brain Tube off her head! Let KHT deal with these nightmares! Destroy them! Wipe them out! Lovecraft glowered down at her from his stupendous height. Harriet vacillated between puking and passing out. The giant clown of her nightmares dropped to both knees and lowered his head. "Save us Goddess of us all," he whispered. "We better find you some pants," Sasha whispered to Harriet.

Fran Johnson Ch. 05

So began my flirtation with our neighbor's son, Trevor. He had come home from college for the summer and was working in our yard a couple of days a week, and after letting him watch me clean house completely naked, I began to feel comfortable being undressed when he was around. I enjoyed him seeing my naked body and I knew by the frequent bulge in his shorts that he enjoyed seeing my breasts and my shaved pubic area. My husband, Bill, would urge me to disrobe as soon as Trevor showed up to begin his work. I would perform tasks around the house while Trevor worked in the back yard, letting him watch me through the windows. I would take him lemonade with my breasts completely exposed to him, and we would talk as if nothing was different or odd about it. He openly ogled me, but was polite and kept his physical distance. I think he appreciated being able to see me naked, and didn't want to overstep his bounds and screw up a good thing. Bill began to clean my vagina with his tongue every time after we made love. He would urge me to tell him how Trevor had just fucked me while he did it. At first I was reluctant; it felt odd to be saying it. But pretty soon I got caught up in the fantasy as well, and would fantasize that it was Trevor making love to me with his extra large penis, then tell Bill to make sure he got every bit of Trevor's sperm out of my wet cunt. Bill liked it when I said it this way. I would grind my vagina against Bill's face and have terrific orgasms while saying these things to him. One beautiful early summer morning, Bill told me he had a new plan for me. We had a private deck and hot tub with high walls and a private garden at the opposite side of house from the kitchen. It opened off the downstairs office with a sliding glass door. We would often sunbathe on the chaise lounges there during the warm months when the sun was directly above. Bill wanted me to sunbathe naked there and he would direct Trevor to work on the private garden that we viewed from the deck. Bill could watch, undetected, from the upstairs bedroom window. I got very excited at the idea and immediately agreed. I took my iPod player, a diet soda, a towel, my book, and some sunscreen out to the deck and put on some nice soft music. I laid the towel down on the chaise lounge and took off my robe, laying down to get some sun. I put sunscreen on my breasts and pelvic area that were being exposed to the sun for the first time, then settled back to enjoy the music and my book, and wait for Trevor. I lay there with my legs demurely closed, but my breasts were completely exposed. I knew Bill was upstairs, watching through the window. Soon Trevor showed up with his gardening tools. He was a bit surprised to see me there, but not to see me naked. I greeted him with nonchalance, as if it were completely normal for me to be laying there completely nude in front of him. I could sense that he was taking a good long look at me as I read my book and sipped my soda. I parted my knees ever so little. Trevor set about his work, stopping frequently to look at me. Every few minutes, I would part my legs a little bit more. At first he could see little more than my sparse patch of pubic hair above my vagina. Then I parted my legs a little more, and he could just see between my knees. I lay there for a while, then parted my legs a bit more, letting him see the insides of my thighs, but not anything more. After a bit, I parted my legs a little more, and I knew that he could probably see all the way to near the top of the insides of my thighs. I held my book in one hand and absently ran the fingers of my free hand over my breasts. My nipples were rock hard, and I was becoming very aroused. My saliva began to feel thick in my mouth, and my heart was beating hard. With Trevor working directly in front of me, and hardly taking his eyes off me, I finally spread my legs a little more, and let him see the slit of my vagina. I heard his work stop, and I glanced up through my sunglasses and saw him staring directly at my crotch. Looking right at him, I spread my legs a little further and lightly caressed my left breast with my right hand. While Trevor gawked, I finally let my knees fall completely apart, and I could feel my vagina open as my legs spread wide. I knew that Trevor could see the whole thing: the shaven outer lips, and the moist pink inside lips. I wondered if he knew what a clitoris was, and if mine had become so erect that it had emerged from its hood, and he could see it, hard and longing to be touched, or licked. I lay there, exposing myself to him, pretending to read my book, and enjoyed the sun and his eyes on my naked body. I pretended to have an itch, and reached down and scratched the outer lip of my vagina briefly. I could feel my wetness as my fingers brushed the swollen lips. I couldn't resist, and ran one finger lightly up the length of my vagina and gave my clitoris a little tiny rub. My gosh it felt good! My finger came away wet with my juice, and I absently rubbed it on my nipple as I feigned reading my book. After a bit longer of letting Trevor have a good, close-up look at my most private parts, I decided I should probably turn over and get some sun on my back. I put my book down, but left my legs wide open. I looked directly at Trevor while he looked longingly at my exposed vagina, and again felt no shame in him seeing. He obviously felt no shame in looking, as he didn't look away when I looked at him. I flipped over and let my arms fall to the side of the chaise lounge. I suddenly thought of my exposed, white bottom, and reached for the sunscreen. Then I had an idea. I called Trevor over and asked him if he would mind putting some sunscreen on my back. His voice quavered when he answered that he wouldn't mind at all. I propped myself up on one elbow and turned and smiled at him. I held out the sunscreen, and he took it from my hand. As he got close to me, I could see that he had a large erection in his shorts. I lay back down, again letting my arms fall to the sides of the chaise. I heard him plop down on the chaise next to me, and heard the squirt of the bottle, then felt Trevor's warm hand begin to spread the lotion on my back. He started at the top, and worked in small circles. His touch was driving me crazy and I knew that I must be dripping wet. I briefly thought of Bill, watching from the upstairs window. I thought he must really be enjoying this. Trevor soon was applying the lotion to my entire back, but would stop each time he got to my waist. Then he began rubbing it onto my sides, and I felt his hand brush against the edge of my breast. I didn't stop him as I should have. Both my breasts were squished against the chaise and were pushing out to the sides. He rubbed the side of my waist, then ran his hand up my side and lightly brushed the side of my breast. He did that three or four times, obviously now more interested in rubbing my breast than applying the lotion. He switched to the other side, and did the same thing, this time actually working his fingers underneath my breast a bit and touching near my nipple. It was driving me crazy and I wanted to roll over and press his face to my breasts and have him suck my nipples like there was no tomorrow. But I left it at that. I didn't stop him, though I know I should have. There was a part of me that wished he would reach completely under and touch my nipple, but he apparently satisfied himself by just giving the sides of my breasts a good rubbing. Then I asked him if he wouldn't mind putting some on my bottom. I told him that my bottom hadn't had any sun yet this year, and I was afraid it would get sunburned. I again heard the squirt of the bottle, and then felt Trevor's hand caressing the cheeks of my bottom. It felt marvelous as he rubbed each cheek with great care, bringing his hand close to my anus, but not touching it. The thought of his penis, hard and proud, popped into my mind as he rubbed my bottom. I longed to see it, to touch it. I wanted to put it in my mouth and bring him pleasure. He ran his finger up the cleft of my butt from bottom to top, and I almost climaxed. He had been so close to my wet vagina. I cleared my throat and told him to be sure to get the tops of my legs as well, as they hadn't had any sun either. He began to apply the lotion to the tops of the backs of my legs, and would let his hand wander to the inside of my thighs, which were closed tightly. The first time his hand wandered between my thighs, I left my legs clenched together. The second time, which was seconds later, I relaxed my legs so his hand could easily slide between them. He rubbed back up to my bottom, and it felt wonderful. I wondered how much Bill was enjoying this show. The next time his hand wandered between my legs, I parted them a bit. He rubbed up and down the insides of my thighs, coming so close to my wet vagina, but not touching it. He rubbed down my legs for a bit as I mentally willed his hand to rise again so close to my swollen, wet center. His hand slowly worked up my legs and as it did, I parted my legs so he could see and have access to my moist slit. He rubbed up and down the insides of my thighs, letting his hand come right to the edge of my vagina, but stopping each time. I began moving my bottom in time to his rubbing, trying to reach for his hand with my vagina. When he would get to the top of my thighs, I would push my bottom up, trying to push my vagina into his hand. He slowly rubbed up and down the insides of my legs, each time getting so close, as I moved my bottom up and down, trying to will him to touch me there. It was exasperating, and by this time I was soaking wet and aching for his touch. Finally, he brought his hand up ever so close, rubbed back down just a bit, then rubbed up again and let his fingers lightly graze over my swollen lips. It felt electric. He began rubbing up and down my thighs again, each time letting his hand run over my now throbbing vagina. Soon the strokes down my legs became shorter and the caresses of my pussy lingered longer. I parted my legs and moved my hips in time to his caresses as he slipped a finger into me. First one finger, then another, and soon I was bucking against his hand as he vigorously finger-fucked me. I turned over, spread my legs, and grabbed his hand, bringing it back to my vagina. He slipped two fingers back in me, and I held his hand against me as I began bucking my hips to meet each thrust of his fingers. With my other hand I reached over and felt for his penis through his pants. When I found it, it was big, and hard, and felt wonderful as I squeezed it. I moved my other hand off his and began rubbing the little nub my clitoris as he worked his fingers in and out of me. As I squeezed his penis and tried to stroke it through his shorts, I felt my orgasm approaching. I thought of Bill watching upstairs, grabbed back to Trevor's hand, held it tight against me with his fingers deep inside me, gave his hard penis one more squeeze, and groaned as a massive orgasm hit me. My entire body shuddered as I came against his hand. Fireworks went off all over my body as I came and came and came and came and came. I kept pressing against his hand, and kept having wave after wave after wave of the most wonderful orgasm, such as I had never had before! My body was in a state of complete euphoria, the blood fluttering inside my ears as each wave made me clench down on Trevor's fingers. I felt Trevor pull my hand away from his penis, and I opened my eyes to see him unzipping his shorts with his other hand. As I came down from my orgasm, I suddenly felt that this had already gone too far. I was a married woman, and I had just let a neighbor boy, albeit he was definitely of age and definitely a man, but still a neighbor boy, bring me to orgasm with his hand. When he pulled out his massive erect penis, I weakened for a moment and reached for it. I held it in my hand and marveled at the length and thickness of it. I wondered how it would feel sliding into me, how it would fill me like some of the objects Bill used on me, but that it would be flesh and blood, not plastic or glass. I stroked him up and down as I thought longingly of how it would fill me up and would go deeper than my husband had ever been. Trevor squirted some of the suntan lotion onto his massive tool, and my hand began to slide easily up and down the length. I was thinking that I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't take my hand away. It was like starting to pee, and you can't stop until you're done, even if you try. I stroked the full 10 or 11 inches of his penis up and down, picking up speed. Trevor began to make sputtering noises as my hand turned into a blur going up and down his shaft. I saw his legs straighten, and then the most wonderful thing happened. He grunted, and massive amounts of white, warm sperm began pumping from the end of his penis. I watched as spurt after spurt erupted and flew into the air as my hand pumped him. I slowed and began giving him gentle squeezes. I simply could not believe that so much sperm could come out of one penis. It was everywhere, spurt after spurt, after spurt. When he was done, I took my hand and squeezed the very base of his penis, then formed a tight circle around it, and moved it upwards. More white sperm leaked from his hole as I milked the last bit of come out of him with the tight circle of my fingers. When I had milked all that I could, I returned to my senses and suddenly felt very guilty. But Bill hadn't come storming down the stairs; he had seen the whole thing and hadn't stopped it. I looked at Trevor and smiled. There was a brief awkward moment, and then I thanked him for putting the lotion on my back. I pulled the towel out from underneath me and wiped up the huge amount of sperm on my hand, arm, stomach, and off the chaise lounge. I handed him the towel, then told him not to forget to put the top back on the sunscreen. He said something unintelligible, cleaned himself up, put himself away, then backed off into the garden. I laid back on the chaise with my satisfied body still completely exposed, and drifted off into a dreamy sleep. I awoke after about a half hour when Bill roused me. He was sitting on the edge of my chaise lounge rubbing my messy vagina. As I awoke, Bill started going on about how turned on he had been watching from upstairs. He told me he came at the same time Trevor did, having been stroking his own penis throughout the entire episode. He moved down to the end of the chaise and pulled my legs apart. He brought his mouth up to my vagina and started licking and sucking on it. I really wasn't in the mood after having just come so hard and so long with Trevor, but I let him enjoy himself. He licked away, moaning and groaning, until it started to almost feel irritating. I grabbed his head and pulled him up to me. I reached down to see if he was hard, and I was shocked at how small his erect penis felt. I had just been holding Trevor's in my hand, and the difference was almost shocking. Again, I had never thought of Bill as having a small one, but it certainly felt small in my hand as I held it against his stomach. I asked Bill if he wanted to put it in me, and he answered by climbing on top of me on the chaise and pushing it right into me. It was really uncomfortable, and the double weight made the support bar push into my back. I was glad that he didn't last too long, but gave him a nice kiss and hug at the end. I had to ask him to get off me because the bar was hurting my back. I stood and looked around, and could see that Trevor had put his tools away and left. I wondered how long he had gone on watching me as I slept. The thought excited me anew, and I entered the office through the sliding glass door. I made my way upstairs, and Bill soon followed. As I ran the water in the shower, waiting for it to get hot, I asked Bill if he was upset that I had let Trevor touch me or that I had touched him. Quite the opposite, Bill was ecstatic. He told me he watched the whole thing and was so turned on watching his wife get "frigged" by the neighbor boy. He told me it was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and that it had turned him on immensely. I started to get in the shower, but he came over and took me by the arm. I noticed that his little penis was beginning to get erect again. He told me he wanted to lick me; to get the sperm out of me. He said he wanted me to tell him how good it was to be fucked by Trevor, even though it was actually his own sperm he would be eating. He wanted to hear me describe in detail how Trevor had "done" me. I hesitated. I always hated turning Bill down for sex, but I really just didn't feel like I could bring myself to go through the entire episode with him right then. I was feeling confused by what had happened with Trevor. I was confused by Bill's response to it, and I felt like I needed some time to just think. I politely turned Bill down, feeling guilty, and stepped into the shower to wash the day off, and out of, me. That night as I lay in bed, I started going back over in my mind the afternoon with Trevor. His penis was so large, and so hard. It felt so good in my hand. I wondered again what it would feel like in me. So deep, so thick, so full. I rolled over and closed my eyes and envisioned his hard body in my mind; his muscular torso, and I suddenly saw him hovering over me, his muscles taught, his cock hard and ready to plunge into me. I whispered to Bill, "Are you awake?" He answered that he was. "When's the next time Trevor works in the yard?" I asked. "Friday," was Bill's answer. "Make sure he works in the private garden again." I closed my eyes and dreamed of Trevor's big hard cock.

Don't Ever Let Me Go

It was about 8:30 in the evening, and Kyle and Sammy had just finished eating a light dinner in their apartment. The two boys were both 18-year-old freshmen in a small private engineering college new New York City. There were roommates, jointly renting a tidy two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from campus. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Both boys were gay and both still deeply in the closet, not having had any experiences with other boys yet. They were also secretly in love with each other, but neither one knew of the other's feelings. They came from very different backgrounds and met essentially by chance. Kyle was a tall and muscular massively built black boy who grew up in one of the roughest neighborhoods of Detroit, surrounded by poverty, violence and crime. At 18 years of age Kyle stood 6'7'' tall, heavily muscled, and even beefy. He weighed about 210 pounds, all of it hard lean muscle, with not an ounce of fat. In middle and high school Kyle played basketball, and got extremely good at it. From the sixth grade he also started running and weight training, and by the time he entered college he was in superb physical form. Everybody in high school thought that Kyle would get into a good college on a basketball scholarship, and maybe even end up playing in the NBA. Assuming, that is, that he won't end up in prison or dead first. However, Kyle had other ideas. He knew that he was good at basketball and maybe could even make a career out of it, but basketball was never his true passion. Kyle had a sharp and inquisitive mind, and really enjoyed school work, even though his school did not offer much in the way of real education. He particularly enjoyed science and math, with was even more unusual. In his spare time Kyle had read most of the physics and math books that their high school library had, and did quite a bit of reading from the internet. He was determined to use his brain rather than his muscle to get ahead in life. Kyle got a few snarky comments from some of the black kids in school about him trying to do the "white thing" on account of his studiousness. But, in view of Kyle's imposing and intimidating physical presence and his status as an athlete, nobody had the nerve to try to seriously mess with him and he was mostly left alone. Kyle realized pretty early on, by the age of around 12, that he was gay. He decided to stay in the closet, knowing that as a big black guy, he was fully expected to project a hyper-masculine heterosexual macho image. Kyle was already getting some flak for being so academically oriented, and he did not want to break another social taboo by coming out as gay. Even his parents, who were both civil service workers for the city, did not now. The decision to say in the closet through high school compounded Kyle's isolation. He developed a reserved and somewhat introverted personality, even though deep inside he was a softie and a hopeless romantic. Kyle tried to ignore the gang and drug violence plaguing his neighborhood and to concentrate fully on his school work and on staying fit. His perceived aloofness actually made it easier for Kyle to stay out of trouble. From his early teens Kyle shaved his head completely bald, and he shaved all of his other facial hair too, preferring a clean smooth look. He had dark deep brown eyes and a very dark skin that sometimes got him mistaken for a recent African immigrant. Kyle aced his SATs, which, together with his math and science competitions participation, landed him a full scholarship in a fancy private engineering college in the New York City area. Kyle was really looking forward to college. He was hoping to finally explore being gay and wanted to experience some of New York's gay scene as well. Kyle was one of the few black students on campus, and he noticed, with quiet bemusement, that quite a few of other students and people in the neighborhood reacted with obvious fear to his towering imposing figure. Sam, or Sammy as he was known to his close friends, came from a totally different background. He was a small Asian boy, of mixed Vietnamese and Filipino ancestry. On his mom's side, Sam's grandparents immigrated to the U.S. from Vietnam at the end of the Vietnam War. Sam's dad was a first generation immigrant, who came to the U.S. from Philippines to pursue a medical degree and later settled in Connecticut. Sam's mom run a successful Vietnamese restaurant, and his dad worked as a doctor in a local clinic. Whereas Kyle was the only child, Sam had two younger siblings, ten-year-old fraternal twins Judy and Jeremy. Sam was a small, slender and almost skinny kid, standing at 5'5'' tall and weighing about 120 pounds. He had short spiky black hair and almond shaped bright amber eyes, which were his most striking feature. Sammy had milky smooth creamy skin of warm golden complexion. Like Kyle, Sammy realized that he was gay at a pretty early age, and he also decided to stay in the closet. His mom had rather conservative family ideas, and Sammy knew that he was expected to marry a respectable girl and to father several kids. Unlike Kyle, Sammy dealt with his sexual insecurity by developing an extroverted and even gregarious disposition. His sharp tongue sometimes got him into trouble, but Sammy also had a warm, open, kind and generous personality and was generally well liked by the other kids in school. To his father's delight, Sammy quickly developed a strong interest in sciences and excelled at school academically. Hid teachers thought that he was a math genius, and he probably was. Sammy's dad would have preferred for him to also pursue a medical career, but engineering seemed like a solid and respectable alternative. Sammy got into college easily, on a partial scholarship, taking into account his parents substantial combined income. While being mostly concentrated on his studies, Sammy did a bit of gymnastics as a kid, and later in middle and high school he became quite a serious swimmer. He really loved swimming, and the sight of many fit and cute boys in the showers was a secret added bonus. Swimming kept Sammy's body slim and nicely toned, with firm and lean although not massive muscles. Like Kyle, Sammy was very much looking forward to exploring gay life while in college, and he desperately wanted to finally have sex with a boy. In the summer before their first semester as freshmen, Kyle found a nice and tidy two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a three-story building a few blocks away from campus. Kyle posted an ad looking for a roommate, and Sammy was the second person who responded. Both boys were immediately attracted to each other. When Kyle saw Sammy's trim graceful figure, bright amber eyes and a broadly smiling face, he knew right away that he wanted this boy as a roommate, a friend and maybe something more. Sammy, on his part, immediately felt week-kneed and aroused when he saw Kyle's massive tall muscular frame. Sammy had a secret fetish for black guys, and to him Kyle looked like an epitome of male beauty and perfection. The two boys rented the apartment together and started their college life as roommates. Although their personalities were quite different, Kyle and Sammy quickly became good friends. They both enjoyed fitness without being too interested in the competitive side of sports. They often run together in the mornings before school. Kyle taught Sammy how to shoot hoops, and Sammy got Kyle somewhat interested in swimming. Both boys turned out to be health food fanatics. They had frequent spirited discussions about nutrition and often cooked together. Kyle and Sam also discovered that they both liked classical music and both were huge fans of Bach. They went together to several concerts in New York City, each boy secretly thinking that it was "almost a date." Both Kyle and Sammy also really liked animals. The apartment they rented belonged to an older woman living nearby who owned several cats. She told them that they could get a cat if they wanted to, and the boys jumped at they idea. They went to a local animal shelter and adopted a tiny grey tabby kitten whom they called Dusty. Playing with Dusty and taking care of him became one of the boys' favorite activities. Sammy was happy to see that interacting with Dusty brought out the warm, gentle, tender and compassionate side from the usually reserved Kyle. Sammy really dug that, he dug that very much. Over the first two months of living together the boys' friendship grew, as did their attraction to each other. Each was too scared to act on his feelings, afraid of rejection and of ruining their friendship. And yet each was the object of the other one's jack-off fantasies and secret longing. By the middle of the first semester both Kyle and Sammy were desperately in love with each other, and yet blinded by fear to the other one's feelings. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* After a delicious dinner that they cooked and ate together, Kyle was sitting at the computer in the living room, working on his calculus homework. He was wearing a white A-shirt and very short athletic running shorts, intending to go for a run later. But there was one particularly stubborn differentiation problem where he still could not get the answer right, and the online grading program kept rejecting his responses. "Damn it, why isn't it working!" Kyle exclaimed in frustration. Sammy, who had been sitting on the sofa, playing with Dusty and trying to read a book, looked up. "Do you need help, buddy?" he asked. "Yeah, maybe. I just can't figure out this calculus problem!" Kyle answered. Sammy put down the book and walked to Kyle, standing behind him. Sammy had taken some advanced math classes while still in high school and he got credit for this calculus course so that he did not have to take it again. He leaned towards the screen next to Kyle. "Ok, show me," Sammy said. "Thanks, man, I much appreciate it! Here it is, take a look." Sammy, being quite a math wiz, quickly saw what the issue was and he explained to Kyle what to do there. Kyle followed Sammy's directions and quickly got the right answer. "Finally, it works! Thanks again, kiddo!" Kyle exclaimed. "Kiddo? I am two months older than you!" Sammy pouted jokingly. "I am just kidding, bro, you know that, right?" Kyle said. "Sure, bud, I know," Sammy responded. "Let me take a look at the other problems in your homework, I am now kind of curious." Sammy remained standing behind Kyle, peering at the screen. Rather absent-mindedly, and without realizing that he was doing it, Sammy started lightly massaging Kyle's massive muscular shoulders. A prolonged silence followed with Kyle quietly enjoying Sammy's massage. "Ah, that feels good," Kyle finally sighed. Sammy had just realized what he was doing and turned deep red, blushing profusely. "Oh, sorry, man, I didn't ...," he started to apologize. "Sammy man, that really feels very good, please continue," Kyle interrupted. Sammy went back to massaging Kyle's shoulder's and back, now fully focused on this task. From his years as a swimmer, Sammy learned how to do massage pretty well, and he now concentrated on making Kyle feel good. Sammy was also quickly getting aroused. He was finally touching the boy he had been in love with for months, inhaling Kyle's musky smell, relishing the feel of his powerful pliant muscles moving under the young smooth dark chocolate skin. Sammy's hands now alternated between massaging and caressing Kyle's flesh, also furtively drawing lower and lower along the bigger boy's chest. Kyle's eyes were closed and he was leaning back in the chair. Sammy's hand gingerly caressed Kyle's massive right pec. "Keep going buddy, lower," encouraged Kyle quietly. Sammy moved his hands lower under Kyle's A-shirt, caressing the black boy's six-pack stomach. Similar to Sammy, Kyle was feeling in seventh heaven as well. He lusted for Sammy for months, and was ecstatic to finally get close to him. Kyle savored the feeling of gentle caresses of the smaller boy's delicate cool hands. Both boys were now seriously boned up and breathing heavily. Kyle noticed Sammy's hands start to move back up, and Kyle realized that the wonderful moment of physical closeness he was enjoying so much was about to pass. Kyle was not about to let that happen. "Now or never!" Kyle thought to himself. With a sudden movement he reached behind himself, turned, grabbed Sammy and pulled him quickly to sit on Kyle's knees. Before Sammy could react, Kyle grabbed Sammy's face with both hands, gave the Asian boy a deep fiery look of lust and love, and locked his lips on Sammy's in a passionate hungry kiss. "Mmm-mmm!" Sammy moaned in a shock and surprise. The boys separated. Kyle looked into Sammy's eyes, searching for his reaction, desperately afraid of rejection. Sammy, once he realized what just happened, felt his heart soar and a great weight being lifted from his soul. He grabbed Kyle's head with both hands, pulled it in and returned Kyle's kiss with a gusto. Kyle finally felt his fears melting away and the joy of acceptance filling his heart. The boys were still locked in a deep and passionate kiss. Sammy opened his mouth, allowing Kyle's hot velvety tongue to invade it. Kyle needed no further invitation. His tongue started urgently probing the warm insides of Sammy's mouth. The boys' tongues engaged in a sexy dual, and Kyle suckled on Sammy's, enjoying the smaller boy's sweet taste. Both boys finally came for air and looked at each other, smiling. They were both boned up by now. "Oh, wow!" they exclaimed simultaneously. Fulfilling one of his favorite fantasies, Sammy run his fingers along the surface of Kyle's bald head, gently stroking its smooth black shiny surface. He then caressed Kyle's ears and lightly tugged on the black boy's earlobes. Kyle laughed quietly. He returned the affection by gently caressing Sammy's face with his long strong fingers. The boys continued to smile at each other happily. "So, you are?..." asked Sammy. "Yes, indeed I am! And you?" replied Kyle. "As a proverbial three-dollar bill!" exclaimed Sammy. They both laughed again. They knew that there would be a time for a long quiet talk later, but now they both wanted to enjoy each other and explore their newfound closeness. Sammy rested his head on Kyle's powerful chest, and Kyle hugged the smaller boy, gently stroking Sam's short spiky black hair. Sammy purred quietly. "Comfortable?" Kyle inquired with a warm laugh. "Yes, babe, I am! But we are just getting started!" Sammy replied. He jumped off from Kyle's lap and pulled Kyle up from his chair. The boys stood facing each other. Kyle started to remove his A-shirt but Sammy stopped him. "Let me do it," Sammy whispered with uncharacteristic shyness. Kyle raised his arms and Sammy gingerly removed the bigger boy's A-shirt, removing Kyle's powerful torso. Sammy touched Kyle's pecs lightly, and moved his hands down Kyle's ripped stomach. Kyle smiled. "Go ahead, buddy," he encouraged. Sammy slowly pulled down Kyle's shorts, and Kyle stepped out of them. Kyle was now only wearing a white jock-strap and white socks. His cock already started to harden and produced a large and still growing bulge. Very slowly Sammy reached out and pulled the black boy's jock-strap down, releasing Kyle's massive erection. The jock-strap fell to the floor and again Kyle stepped out of it. He was now completely naked, except for a pair of white running socks. "Wow!" Sammy uttered, admiring in awe the magnificent site before him. He had seen Kyle naked a few times, but only for brief instants, and was now savoring this special moment. Sammy slowly reached his hand for Kyle's cock, but Kyle stopped him. "My turn," Kyle said. Kyle peeled off Sammy's t-shirt, revealing the smaller boy's smooth lean toned chest. Kyle then unzipped Sammy's jeans, slowly pulled them down, and had Sammy step out of them. Underneath Sammy was wearing grey briefs, that we hugging tightly his boy package. A small wet spot had already formed at the front of Sammy's briefs. With a quick and decisive movement, Kyle tugged Sammy's briefs down to his ankles, revealing the asian boy's privates. Sammy stepped out of them, and the two boys stood naked in front of each other, except for the socks that each was still wearing. "You are so beautiful!" they said in unison. They both laughed. Kyle reached his hand to caress Sammy's cheek and smiled at him gently. Sammy's emotions took over and he jumped in Kyle's arms, hugging the black boy tightly and wrapping his legs around Kyle's muscular butt. "Oh, Kyle!" Sammy cried and buried his face in Kyle's chest. "I've got you, babe, I've got you," cooed Kyle softly, while hugging the slender naked body of the smaller boy tightly. Sammy raised his face, and the two boys locked their lips in a gentle loving kiss. "I've dreamed of this for so long!" breathed out Sammy, tears of happiness and relief welling up in his eyes. "So did I, babe, so did I," replied Kyle reassuringly. He softly kissed Sammy's eyes, cheekbones, forehead, lips, and the nose, still holding the smaller boy tightly. Kyle finally released Sammy and put his feet on the ground. The two boys hugged again, their naked bodies touching together, Kyle's flaming hot skin pressed against Sammy's cool creamy one. They both enjoyed this first intimate moment together, Sammy's face again buried in Kyle's strong chest. Both boys were now fully erect. Kyle's cock has swelled to its full 11 inch monster size and pressing against Sammy's slender stalk. While still hugging Kyle's hefty frame, Sammy started bucking his hips up and down, squishing and rubbing his cock against Kyle's cock, pushing himself into Kyle with more and more urgency and building passion. Both boys were now breathing heavily. After 15-20 more seconds Kyle cautioned, "Eh, buddy, you'd better slow down or I am going to make a hell of mess." Sammy giggled and stopped his humping. "No, you are not, big guy, it is too early for that yet." The boys stood facing each other, each holding and slowly jacking the other one's cock. Sammy's right hand could barely close around the circumference of Kyle's eleven inch monster. They were both uncut, with plenty of foreskin. Sammy docked their cock-heads, that were each slick with abundant pre-cum now. The head of Sammy's slender five-incher fit snugly inside Kyle's giant mushroom, with Kyle's dark velvety stretched foreskin now completely covering about a third of the smaller boy's penis. Their piss-slits were pressed together and their love juices were now mixing together in a hot pungent soup. Bothe boys were moaning lightly, enjoying this closeness. Sammy started thrusting his cock forward a bit, fucking the inside of Kyle's red hot cock-head. "Look, little Sammy is really happy to meet little Kyle!" Sammy joked. "'Little' Kyle?!" the beefy black boy exclaimed in mock indignation. They both laughed. While still holding their two cock-heads together, Kyle leaned forward and kissed Sammy deeply. "Oh, babe!" cried out Sammy when they separated. Sammy took Kyle's hand and led him to Sammy's bedroom. "Now, you sexy beast, I am going to have my way wicked with you!" exclaimed Sammy. He then pushed Kyle on the bed, on his back, and jumped on top of the bigger boy, locking Kyle's hands above his head. Sammy attacked Kyle's body with gusto and ferocity, trying to cover every inch of it with his tongue and lips. He kissed and licked Kyle's neck, gently chewed on Kyle's earlobes and then kissed and licked the black boy's heavily muscled shoulders and massive pecs, suckling and biting his large nipples. "Aah," moaned Kyle in pleasure. "Slow down, buddy, we don't need to rush." But Sammy could not slow down. He was possessed by lust, love and desire, finally being able to relish the beautiful body of the boy he had been in love with for so long. Sammy laved each of Kyle's cleanly shaved armpits, savoring the young musky taste and smell of his lover. Sammy then moved to Kyle's ripped stomach, bathing the taught muscles with his tongue and licking hard the belly-button, causing Kyle to giggle. Bypassing Kyle's crotch for now, Sammy kissed his way down Kyle's powerful thighs and calves, and removed Kyle's socks freeing up his feet. While sitting on the edge of the bed, Sammy started licking the arch of the sole of Kyle's right foot and then did the same to the left. Sammy then suckled on Kyle's toes, from the big toe to the baby one, swirling his tongue around each and biting them lightly. Kyle writhed in pleasure and surprise. Finally Sammy moved in for his main prize. Kyle's erect cock, now at its full eleven inch length, was lying in Kyle's stomach pointing upwards and almost reaching Kyle's pecs. Sammy sat straddling Kyle's thighs and took a hold of the black boy's huge cock with his both hands. Sam marveled at the heft and the weight of Kyle's beautiful love organ, feeling the soft skin move around the taught muscles underneath. Kyle's entire body was radiating powerful heat, but his cock was especially red hot, its engorged mushroom head flaming with desire. As Sammy slowly stroked the humongous black cock, he was awed by its power, by how alive, breathing, pliant, eager and fiery Kyle's fifth limb felt in Sam's hands. It was like a bird straining to take flight, or a rocket about to blast off into the sky. Sammy teased Kyle's cock-head with the fingers of his right hand, while using his left hand to fondle and squeeze Kyle's lemon-sized testicles, eliciting a moan from the bigger boy. Sammy then leaned forward and licked the Kyle's read-hot cock-head. Kyle's body shuddered. While continuing to tug on Kyle's balls, Sam leaned further down and engulfed Kyle's cock in his hungry mouth, taking in as much of the massive love trunk as he could. "Oh, Sam!!" cried out Kyle, his body thrashing in pleasure. Sammy now attacked Kyle's cock with abandon. He alternated between laving the full length of Kyle's giant love snake with his tongue, covering it with saliva, and sucking hard the mushroomy cocked and deep-throating as much of Kyle's dick as he could. Sammy swirled his delicate tongue under Kyle's foreskin, exploring all the surface and the ridges of Kyle's dick head and savoring the musky sour pre-cum that was copiously oozing from it. Sammy relished the feel of Kyle's massive male organ in his mouth and hands, enjoying both the wicked intimacy of the moment and the feeling of power he had giving Kyle such exquisite pleasure. Kyle, his mind now almost completely blank, was thrashing and moaning under Sammy's loving ministrations. "Oh my god, Sammy, oh my god, oh my god!" Kyle kept repeating. While Sammy was working on his cock, Kyle brought his hands down and started gently stroking Sammy's spiky hair, caressing the boy's delicate elfin ears and cheekbones. Sammy switched to suckling on Kyle's giant lemon-size balls, gently rolling each testicle in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and then biting them lightly, while squeezing Kyle's dick with his hands. "Aahh", Kyle moaned. Sensing that Kyle was getting close, Sammy swallowed the top of his penis again and started sucking on it madly, like a hungry wolf-cub, applying as much suction as he could. "Oh, Sammy, I am going to..." Kyle tried to caution him. Sammy sucked even harder and tugged on Kyle's balls, squeezing them and pulling them down. This finally sent Kyle over the edge, and he exploded in Sammy's warm eager waiting mouth. Sammy felt volley after volley of hot tangy cum hit the back of his throat, as Kyle's erupting dick jerked and pulsed in his mouth. Sammy locked his lips tightly around Kyle's cock head and tried to swallow every drop of the black boy's love juice, but his mouth was flooded with Kyle's cum and some of it did spill out. Sam licked his lover's sensitive cock clean. "Oh, Sammy!!" exclaimed Kyle and pulled the smaller boy to him, embracing Sammy in a long and tender kiss. Sammy opened his mouth giving Kyle's tongue full access. They shared the remnants of Kyle's cum that still covered Sammy's lips. "Sammy, love, that was the most wonderful, the most amazing thing every! Thank you, babe!" whispered Kyle gently. Sammy put his head and the two boys lay quietly together, enjoying the moment. Sammy slowly caressed Kyle's chest and stomach, while Kyle was gently stroking Sammy's back and ass. Sammy lifted his head and the two boys kissed softly. A few minutes of quiet restful bliss have passed while both of them were recharging. Kyle was now gently fondling Sammy's erect penis that still yearned for release. "My turn!" exclaimed Kyle. With a quick and forceful move, Kyle flopped Sam on his back and leaned forward above the Asian boy's naked body. Kyle lowered his head and gave Sammy's torso a long hard lick with his hot wet rubbery tongue, started at Sammy's navel and reaching the base of his slender neck. Sammy emitted a burst of delighted sonorous laughter. Sammy's slim honey-colored body was completely hairless, except for the short spiky black hair on his head. Sammy was naturally very smooth, and since his years on the high school swim team he continued to shave clean his armpits and the crotch. Kyle was crazy about Sammy's sleek eel-like strong smooth body, which had been the object of Kyle's frequent night time fantasies. Kyle now attacked this prize with fiery abandon. He madly licked Sammy's hairless armpits, his chest and a cool flat stomach, Sammy's smooth strong thighs and legs. Kyle knew that he should have taken his time, but for once his patient nature surrendered to his powerful emotions and his urgent need. With one quick and decisive movement, Kyle took Sammy's cock and engulfed the full length of it in his eager waiting mouth. "Aaa-aaah," Sammy cried out, writhing his body in delight. Kyle was now deep-throating the slim golden colored five inch boy pencil, with his lips even able to tease Sammy's tight brown ball-pouch. Kyle then went to work on Sammy's erect cock in earnest. Kyle suckled the full length of Sam's dick as a delicious lollipop, generously covering it in saliva. Kyle then concentrated on Sammy's delicate cock-head, making love to every nook and crevice of it with his eager hot tongue. Sammy was now moaning loudly, while running his fingers along Kyle's head, ears and forehead. As Sammy was lying on his back, with Kyle sucking his cock like a hoover, Sammy's mind was in a wild whirl of thoughts and emotions. Sammy was always self-conscious and embarrassed about the size of his dick, thinking that it was too small. While in the gym showers, both in high school and college, Sammy was always trying to cover his privates with his hands and make sure that the other boys don't see them. In fact, Sammy's generally extroverted, cocky and gregarious behavior was in large part his way of overcompensating for his anxiety about the size of his cock. What's more, in addition to being gay, Sammy, although still a virgin, secretly thought of himself as being a "top". Most of his jack-off fantasies involved fucking another boy, and Sammy was desperately afraid that he would never actually experience that. So initially Sammy was feeling especially vulnerable and anxious about fully exposing his boy parts to Kyle's attention. However, Kyle was worshipping Sammy's cock with such obvious delight, love, affection and desire that Sammy's defenses came crumbling down, and he allowed himself to be taken over by this wonderful experience. For his part, Kyle was in seventh heaven too. Kyle was obsessed with Sammy's cock ever since Kyle once accidentally walked in on Sammy jacking off on the bed in his room. Kyle thought that Sammy's cock was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was uncut, about five inches long when hard, very slender and straight, with a delicate elongated cock-head, with two walnut-sized testicles covered in dark brown soft skin. To Kyle's eyes, Sammy's cock was perfectly proportioned with the rest of the asian boys' body. Kyle was relishing being finally able to get to the object of his desire and to lavish it with love and attention. Kyle was now again deep-throating the entire length of Sammy's thin fully erect boy rocket. Kyle increased the intensity of his suction to the maximum and grabbed Sammy's balls, pulling them down hard. Sammy, who had been teetering on the edge for a while, immediately erupted in Kyle's waiting mouth. Sammy's cock jerked wildly, shooting out five volleys of hot seed. Kyle swallowed every drop of Sammy's sweet and delicious cum, not letting anything go to waste. "Mmmm, yummy! You taste good, babe!" said Kyle, while still licking his lips. "So did you, big guy," replied Sam with a giggle. Kyle was now sitting bow-legged at the foot of the bed, looking down at the beautiful naked shape of the asian boy whose love nectar he had just drunk. By now Kyle's cock was fully erect again and Sammy noticed this fact. Kyle removed Sammy's socks, freeing up Sammy's delicate small feet. Sammy reached down with right foot and started fondling Kyle's dick with his toes. "Ah, baby, that's kinky," said Kyle appreciatively. Kyle then jumped off the bed, standing on the floor next to it. He leaned down and turned Sammy's body 90 degrees so that Sammy's feet were now facing Kyle's crotch. Kyle grabbed Sammy's right foot, brought it up to his face, and started suckling on Sammy's toes. Sammy giggled in delight. While Kyle was sucking and licking Sammy's dainty right foot, Sam used his left foot toes to fondle Kyle's rock hard dick. Both boys were now moaning again. In a little while they switched and Kyle went to work on Sammy's left foot, while the asian boy's right foot was now teasing Kyle's dick. Sammy's hands were behind his head, and was smiling widely while looking up at his black lover. Kyle continued worshipping Sammy's slender feet, sucking on each of the boy's delicate toes and exploring the spaces between them with his eager tongue. He also laved the delicate sensitive arches of Sammy's feet eliciting more delighted moans from the boy. Eventually Kyle released Sammy's feet which were now covered in Kyle's slick saliva. Sam brought his feet down to Kyle's dick, squeezed it between the arches of his soles and started slowly feet-jacking Kyle's fully erect cock. "Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!" Kyle breathed. Sammy used his nimble big toes to squeeze and massage Kyle's cock-head. Kyle's breathing was getting harder. Sam then squeezed the bottom of Kyle's dick between the big and the index toes of his right foot, and used his left foot to tease and caress Kyle's low-hanging dark ball-sack. "Mmmm-mmm," both boys moaned. Kyle grabbed Sammy's right foot and stuck it in his mouth again, suckling hard. Sammy's left foot was now exploring and caressing Kyle's muscular torso. Both boys laughed happily. Sammy then jumped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Kyle's cock and put it in his mouth, giving it a few quick hungry sucks. The two young lovers looked at each other smiling. "Sammy, baby," said Kyle, his tone now more serious, "I want you to make love to me now. I want you inside me. Please!" Sammy's eyes grew wide in surprise. "Kyle, babe, are you sure?" he asked. I thought you were going to ... Don't you want to? ...," Sammy's voice trailed off. "Oh, yes, baby, of course, I do, but later. I want you to go first. I need to feel you inside me now!" answered Kyle. Sammy's eyes watered again, and he nodded silently. Sam stood up, and gently pushed Kyle on the bed on his back. Kyle raised his powerful legs, holding them up and wide apart with his arms, and fully exposing his tight muscular ass covered by light fur. Sammy got onto the bed, sitting on his knees facing Kyle's raised butt. Sam placed his hands on Kyle's thighs and lowered his face to Kyle's exposed boy-hole. Sammy inhaled the musky smell and stuck his tongue deep into Kyle's pucker. "Ahhh," Kyle jumped. Sammy started working on Kyle's love canal opening with his mouth, bathing it with saliva and probing the delicate ridges and folds with the tip of his tongue. Kyle writhed in pleasure. Sammy then covered his index finger with spit and slowly inserted the finger into Kyle's waiting ass. "Aaa-aaah!" Kyle moaned as Sammy's finger was loosening him up and probing his love entrance. "Ready, baby?" asked Sam. "I am so ready, love! Go for it," reassured him Kyle. Sammy withdrew his finger and aligned the tip of his cock-head with Kyle's pucker. Sam's penis was now copiously leaking pre-cum, and he teased Kyle's waiting hole by rubbing his dickhead against it for a few seconds. Sammy started pushing in. "Yeah, man, give it to me, baby!" urged him on Kyle. With a little more pressure, Sammy's slender cock-head pushed past Kyle's anal ring and plopped in. They both stopped for a few moments. "Ok, babe?" inquired Sam. "Yes, love, feels great, keep going!" With a slow but steady and deliberate movement, Sammy pushed the full length of his erect dick inside Kyle's willing ass. Sammy was a little surprised at how easy it went in, but Kyle's hole was now well lubed, and Sammy's dick was really slim. Sammy was now fully bottomed out inside Kyle. Both boys paused for a moment. Sam was amazed how tight, hot and slick Kyle's ass felt around his young fully erect five inch cock. It was Sam's first time fucking a boy, and the feeling was absolutely incredible. Kyle, for his part, was deliriously happy, finally having the boy of his dreams being inside him. Sammy's erect cock was long enough to reach Kyle's prostate, and Kyle felt a jolt of electricity with each thrust of Sammy's hard dick. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo, Sammy started moving in and out of Kyle, using long deliberate strokes. Kyle responded by starting to push his hips forward, meeting Sammy's thrusts. Kyle also began to use to ass muscles to squeeze Sammy's dick harder and harder with his innards. Kyle gripped his powerful thighs more tightly, bringing them closer to his torso and spreading them wider, giving Sammy fuller access. Kyle looked up at his young friend's lovely face smiling back at him. He saw in Sam's face love, compassion, lust, desire and tenderness, reflecting what he himself was feeling. Sammy's amber eyes shone as two bright sparkling stars. Sam increased the tempo of his fucking movements, pistoning in and out of Kyle's hot and tight hole like a jack rabbit. Sam was lost on cloud nine of sublime happiness. He looked down at the magnificent powerful young black demigod who was allowing Sam to penetrate him so deeply, intimately and willingly, completely opening up and surrendering his glorious massively muscled body to Sammy's sexual invasion and possession. Sammy gazed at the point where his young slender straining boy pistol was going in and out of Kyle's tight muscular ass. Kyle's enormous 11-inch erect dick was flopping around on his tight stomach. Kyle used his left hand to reach out and caress Sammy's smooth nicely toned torso, now covered in a thin sheen of delicious boy sweat. Sammy could hardly believe it. His greatest sexual fantasies were being fulfilled. But much more than that, he was joined with a boy he truly loved and cared for, whom he wanted to make happy, and who, as Sammy knew now, wanted to make Sam happy in return. Tears of joy and release streaked down Sammy's cheeks as he looked into Kyle's dark brown eyes, full of compassion, love and desire. Neither boy said anything, but Kyle understood what Sammy was feeling. Kyle grabbed Sam's torso and pulled Sam close, hugging him tightly and locking their lips in a deep passionate kiss. Sammy moaned loudly and almost anomalistically as Kyle's tongue was doing a dance inside Sammy's mouth. Sammy started thrusting into Kyle faster and faster, losing control, trying to bury his rock hard cock deeper and deeper inside Kyle's love canal. Kyle did not let go of the kiss but started to meet Sammy's thrusts with those of his own, bucking his hips forward and upward more and more urgently, and trying to squeeze Sammy's slender love torpedo tighter and tighter with his insides. Kyle dug his fingers into Sammy's smooth back and bit Sammy's lip, sending them both over the edge. With a loud cry "Aaaaa-aaaa!!" they exploded at the same time. Sammy's cock fired about five volleys of hot spunk deep inside Kyle's gut. Kyle's cock spewed several powerful shots of his seed between the chests of the two boys, hitting the chins of both of them. Sammy collapsed on top of Kyle, panting loudly. They remained locked into an embrace a while longer, each boy slowly coming down from an incredible orgasmic high. Finally Sammy raised his head and looked into his young black lover's smiling face. "Oh, Kyle, this was soooo-o-o amazing!! It was the best, the most incredible thing ever ..." Sammy breathed and paused. "You know, babe, this was my first time ever with a boy," Sammy continued. "Yes, love, it was my first time with a boy too," Kyle replied. "And I am so glad it was with you." Kyle took Sammy's face in his hands and gently kissed away the tears and sweat from it, licking the traces of Kyle's cum from Sam's chin and neck. In response Sammy slid down Kyle's body and lapped away Kyle's cum that accumulated on there, licking his torso clean. Then Kyle did the same for Sammy, finishing with licking away Sammy's cum from his now half-soft cock. The boys snuggled together again, caressing each other lightly and tenderly. After a few minutes of quiet bliss, Kyle whispered: "You know babe, if you still want to, I could return the favor." Sammy kissed Kyle gently. "Of course I still want to. A promise is a promise, and you did promise me to get your monster love snake inside me. Time to pay up, buster!" Sammy laughed. "Are you sure, babe? Jokes aside, I am really big in the cock department and I don't want to hurt you." "Don't worry, babe, you won't hurt me. I've had plenty of practice with 'Mr D' and I am well prepared," Sammy relied reassuringly. "Mr D?" Kyle asked with his brow furled, looking shocked. "Yes, I should introduce you later... 'Mr D' is a giant dildo that I ordered online a while ago. It is long, flexible and even bigger than your elephant trunk over here. And it is also black," Sammy laughed, kissing Kyle's nose. "Ah, you little shit, I will get you for this later!" Kyle laughed back. "OK then, let's see if I can give 'Mr D' some competition. Let's do this with you on top of me for the start." Sammy slid down Kyle's body, took Kyle's cock in his hands and started jacking it off while suckling hard on Kyle's cock-head. In no time Kyle was fully erect again and ready for another go. Sammy reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of lube, producing a giggle from Kyle. Sammy smeared a generous blob of lube all over Kyle's humongous hard dick, and put some in his own ass hole as well. "Ready, big boy?" Sam asked. "Go for it, hot stuff!" Kyle replied. With Kyle lying on his back on Sammy's bed, Sam climbed on top of him, straddling Kyle's thighs with his legs. Sam reached underneath himself, grabbed the top of Kyle's cock and positioned it next to his own love entrance. Kyle used his hands to help Sammy to hold Kyle's long cock in place. "Ok, now or never!" exclaimed Sammy and started slowly lowering himself on Kyle's cock. Sammy felt Kyle's slick giant mushroomy cock-head push against Sam's love entrance. Sam applied more and more steady pressure and finally felt a sharp pang of blinding pain as Kyle's head popped past Sammy's tight ass ring. Both boys paused. "Are you OK, babe? Do you want to stop?" asked Kyle worriedly. "I am OK, hon, just give me a moment," Sammy reassured his young lover. "I want to keep going." Very slowly but deliberately, with gentle help from Kyle, over the next four minutes Sammy worked the entire length of Kyle's massive eleven inch love sausage inside his ass. Sam released his breath and paused for a bit, feeling his balls pressed against Kyle's crotch. "I was wrong, babe, 'Mr D' has got nothing on you," Sammy finally uttered, looking down at Kyle. Kyle was too engrossed in the experience to respond with a quip. "Oh, Sammy, oh!" Kyle cried. Kyle could not believe that this slender short Asian boy was able to take the full length of Kyle's humongous dick inside him. The feeling of Sammy's gut around Kyle's rock hard cock was absolutely incredible. It was hot, slick and tight, gripping Kyle's dick like a vice. Sammy was also overwhelmed by the experience. He was now fully impaled on Kyle's eleven inch love tool, which felt indescribably good and tight inside Sam. Sam thought that he could feel every millimeter and every muscle of Kyle's cock, every vein, bump and skin fold. They were now truly joined together, almost into a single being, with the tip of Kyle's cock reaching the furthest and most intimate depths of Sammy's love canal. Slowly but with determination Sammy started to move his ass up and down on Kyle's cock, gradually increasing the amplitude and the tempo of his movements. As Sammy was fucking himself faster and deeper on Kyle's massive cock, Kyle started to respond by bucking his hips upward to meet Sammy's downward thrusts. With his right hand Kyle reached towards Sammy's crotch and started playing with and fondling the smaller boy's rigid 5-inch cock and the tight ballsack. With his left hand Kyle began to caress Sammy's chest and stomach, relishing the boy's creamy smooth golden skin and toned muscles underneath. Sammy was now moaning. While supporting himself with the right hand, Sammy reach behind him with the left hand and grabbed Kyle's balls, squeezing and stroking them gently. Both boys panted audibly, and both were now covered in a thickening layer of sweat. Kyle felt that his whole body was on fire, with his cock burning red hot inside Sammy's ass. Sammy leaned forward, grabbing Kyle's neck and shoulders and kissing Kyle's hungry mouth with fiery passion. Kyle was now bucking his hips wildly, providing the forceful fucking movement. Kyle rolled on his left side, while hugging Sammy tightly, and continued fucking the smaller boy from behind. Kyle used his right leg to raise Sammy's slender one, and reached around Sammy with his right hand to start jacking Sammy's erect boy rocket. "Oooh, Kyle, ooh," Sammy cooed. Kyle's hand now alternated between fondling Sammy's dick and roaming around Sammy's chest, thigh and butt, tenderly caressing the smaller boy. Kyle relished the feeling of the asian boy's creamy silky smooth skin, feeling the young pliant muscles underneath. Sammy turned his head and the two boys locked their lips in another hungry kiss. Kyle increased the tempo of his thrusts and grabbed Sammy's dick again, jacking it hard. "Ahhh, Kyle, ahh! I am going to ...," Sammy started to say but he could not finish and his cock exploded in Kyle's hand with a series of jerks, spewing out three long shots of cum. Sams ass constricted around Kyle's dick, and in a few more seconds Kyle started shooting inside Sammy's butt, depositing a generous load of hot cum there. Both boys sighed deeply, their chests still heaving hard. Kyle continued to gently caress Sammy's chest and kissed his neck and earlobes softly. Sammy purred contentedly, enjoying his powerful lover's ministrations. Sammy turned around, lying on his right side to face Kyle, and allowing Kyle's softened dick to slip out of Sammy's ass. The two boys kissed softly, gently caressing each other's faces. "Sammy, babe, we should probably go and clean up. Otherwise it will stink to high heaven here tomorrow," said Kyle. "Let it stink," replied Sammy, "I don't mind. Let's just stay like this for a while." "Ok, babe. I don't know if I have the strength to get up now anyway," Kyle agreed. With a deep satisfied sigh Kyle turned on his back. Sammy snuggled next to him, gently stroking Kyle's chest and then resting a hand on Kyle's now deflated cock. "This is mine now, right?" said Sammy with a smile. "Yes, Sammy, it is yours. You've got me, babe," replied Kyle softly. The two young lovers lay quietly together, enjoying their newly discovered closeness and thinking about what just happened and how it would change their lives in the future. "Don't ever let me go," Kyle whispered. "I won't," the smaller boy answered. Both boys sighed contentedly and cuddled closer together. With Sammy still holding Kyle's cock, they slowly drifted to sleep.

Bedmate Wonder

*Hello Literotica Readers.* *This story came to me in a flash when I read a news article that talked about the human-shaped pillows that were becoming popular in Japan. They give someone something to cuddle, or spoon with when they sleep if there aren't any real people available to snuggle with.* *It met with good response, but was also one of my most error-riddled texts that I'd ever posted. Wrong names used, typos, etc. This time around I've spent a lot of time cleaning such things up. That isn't to say that some haven't still slipped through, but I think this new draft has much more clarity and much fewer errors.* *I hope you enjoy it!* *Please do comment, favorite, and vote if you are so inclined!* *\*\*\** Irina fought to keep her eyes open. It was a six-day trip to reach her claim in the Asimov-Jorgensen Asteroid field. Of course, 'claim' was a relative term. There was no real way of laying claim to rocks, and if one did put an identifying signal on the resource-bearing rocks it was simply an announcement to all claim-jumpers in a three-parsec range. So, the trips to and from the claims were the most arduous. - travelling under no power; hopping from rock to rock; sending out decoys - anything to avoid being tracked back to her base. Yet, even back at her hollowed-out garrison in a planetoid sized rock, she still couldn't rest. There were algae cultures to refresh, plants to transfer to the hydro unit, massive unpacking to do. She always made it a policy to unpack everything from the supply sled before sleeping. In regard to sleeping, she was looking most forward to unpacking the new bedding she'd purchased. An old miner who had first shown her the ropes had advised her once, "Spare no credits on the proper tools and never scrimp on bedding. Spend more than you think is proper for your sleep chamber. The mining life is terribly hard and any sleep you get is fiercely won. Make it count." This trip, she had purchased a mattress specifically designed for low-G, and two-thousand thread-count sheets woven from Daxerian silk which was renowned not only for its softness, but also for its durability. It had set her back a week's worth of mining, but she was so looking forward to surrendering to sleep in the smooth and welcoming folds. Having saved the bedding for last, she carried the boxes into her sleep chamber. The mattress rolled out perfectly and was easy to secure. Not that she was an expert on such sheets, but the container did seem curious. There were two packages tied together - and it seemed a bit too much material for bedding. She wondered if perhaps she had gotten a bonus quilt in the mix. She opened the first pressure bag and the sheets popped out. The sheets were so remarkable the wrinkles were gone before she even had the bed made. Laundering was one of the bonuses of the sheets. They were assured to be pristine when coming from the manufacturer and the fabric was 'nearly impervious to soiling' as the saleswoman had told her. The sheets felt so good at the mere touch of her hand, she couldn't resist and quickly threw off her clothes. As she slid between the sheets an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Oh Gods," she murmured, "I'll never get another day of work done. I'll be here for always." There was something about the silken material that just screamed 'sensual'. She slid about slowly, reveling in the feel of the smoothness on her legs, or the way the fabric slid teasingly across her nipples. As she turned at one point, she spied the second, bonus container. She reached down from the bed and pulled packing strip off and the contents sprang out. It was a pillow, of sorts, but not a regular pillow. It was very long and seemed to be in sections or compartments. From her angle, she couldn't quite make out what it was meant to be. Lifting it up to her, the shape became more clear. It was sort of human shaped. It was plain white and made of a basic cotton-like material, though fairly smooth. There was a torso, legs and arms, and a head. The legs were not jointed at all - merely tubes. The arms were the same - though there were basic hands stitched on the ends - more like plain mittens with a simple thumb and no fingers. The head had no distinguishing features. No eyes or ears, it was merely a short cylinder. "How peculiar," said Irina. Irina talked to herself a great deal. It was a common trait among space miners. "What are you?" she said to the mannequin-pillow-thing. It did not answer. She looked on the floor and saw a small sheet of instructions. It had obviously been translated from Chorean or some language by a factory amateur. ***BEDMATE WONDER****:* *Congratulations - you are possessed now of a Bedmate Wonder - most very good nighttime companion. Have no partner. Worry not you, here is answer.* ***Bedmate Wonder*** *can cuddle, snuggle or spoon as ancient American say in romcom funny movie vid.* ***Bedmate Wonder*** *composed of most happy adaptive material. Sleep in joy and love from herepoint on.* "Bedmate wonder, eh?" said Irina, contemplating the stuffed mannequin. "I suppose you can stay, but I don't allow snoring. The first snore, and you're out on the couch. Agreed?" It didn't *dis*agree. "I suppose you need a name," she said. "I will call you Yuri, after the first man in space. Well, goodnight Yuri. Lights off, station." The lights turned off and she settled into the sheets, hoping they would caress her to sleep. As was often the case, sleep was not easy in coming. It was a simple matter of adrenaline. Six days of stolen catnaps mixed with always being wary still had her system running at full alert. There was only one thing for it. She reached into the compartment beside the bed and dug out her favorite tool on the station - the Ultravibe 6000. The pleasure contraption was actually composed of two pieces. The main, phallic component had an extra extension for just right places and was self-cleaning. It also came with small, saddle-like base to which the phallus could be attached. Both sections vibrated at a multitude of speeds - perfect for any occasion or mood. Tonight, she had no need for the base. The very idea of mustering the energy to get up on her knees was overwhelming in her state. Tonight, she simply laid back and eased the supple implement slowly into her moist cavern. "Wait," she said. She turned to the mannequin and to put a pillow over his head. "Not tonight, Yuri. Too soon. We've just met." "That's it," she purred as she touched the pressure point on the ultravibe that increased the oscillations. Mmm, come to me my darling." She closed her eyes and dredged up memories of past lovers. It had been so long, she had learned to meld them all into more of a generic blend of images, and not focus on one specific partner. The fantasy partner this evening was certainly doing the trick. As she worked the long tool in and out of her, she imagined a muscular man atop her, gliding his length inside of her. The bliss was quickly growing. Involuntarily arching her back, she gasped at the feeling of the smooth sheets drifting over her skin. With her free hand, she clawed at the new fabric as the climax washed over her. "Oh, dear gods," she moaned, "I can't...I can't... ooooohhh!" She lay gasping as the ultravibe, sensing the contractions of an orgasm, slowly powered itself down automatically. After putting away the pleasure device, she uncovered the mannequin's face and wrapped herself across him. Throwing her leg across the life-sized doll, she put her hand on its chest and snuggled her face into what there was of a shoulder and neck. "I like these sheets, Yuri," she whispered. "I like them very much. Now remember, no snoring." It was nearly twenty hours later before she woke up again, and then only to relieve herself in the facilities. Crawling back into bed, she looked into the mannequin's face. Face? "Yuri," she said, perplexed. "You did not have a face, did you?" It was crudely drawn - as though someone had taken a dark marker and sketched out eyes and a mouth. The head, also, was more rounded than she remembered. Before it had been a true cylinder, a sort of cloth 'can'. Now there was no rounded edge, but a true human-shaped head. There were rough ears drawn on the sides as well. "Hmm," she said, her eyes drifting closed again. "I didn't remember that. I must have been more tired than I thought." Sleep overtook her again. She awoke several hours later. The fingers of her right hand were interlocked with the mannequin's. Fingers? She jumped up out of bed and pulled back the sheets. She *had* been tired, but not that tired. "What the hell is going on, Yuri?" she asked. The hands, which had most definitely been simple, mittens, were now complete with fingers. The fingers did not have joints, but they were separate. There were toes as well. The legs and arms, too - seemed to be at the start of forming sections. The hint of elbows and knees were there, and creases seemed to be forming at the ankles and wrists. The face, too. What she remembered through her sleepy haze were childlike simple circles for eyes and a rough line for a face. Now, the face looked more like an accomplished charcoal sketch. The eyes were deep and penetrating. There was nose, a mouth - eyebrows. The face itself seemed even more formed - a chin was beginning. She scrambled frantically to find the sheet of paper she vaguely remembered reading. "What was it?" she asked. "Joyful bedfellow? Bed buddy? Pillow friend? Fuck, I can't remember." She really couldn't. Her mind was too foggy. "Stay there," she ordered and left for the kitchen. "Station, double espresso with a shot of Blix guarana as well." "You must be tired," said the station's androgynous and neutral voice. "Tired and I need to be focused." She sat, sipping at the stim drink and examining the external viewers as the caffeine worked its way from her cerebral cortex upward. "Adaptive!" she said to herself as the sleep fog cleared from her mind. "It said something about adaptive. What kind of adaptive? What the hell is this thing?" She ran back to her sleep chamber and glared at 'Yuri.' He seemed unchanged since the last time she'd seen him - perhaps a bit more detail in the face, but she couldn't really tell. The eyes were very realistic though, and she suddenly became aware she had yet to put on clothes. Something about the piercing gaze depicted on the cloth fabric made her feel as though she were being examined and she quickly donned work clothes. "I'll deal with you later," she said. "Now I have to get to work." "Station, status of asteroid field," she inquired as she walked into the command room. "Field is stable," chimed the station, clinically. "Claims are untouched. No signs of human activity within a six-day range. " "Very good," said Irina. "Analysis from drones?" "Drones continue to examine the near field. Three strong deposits of Helium 3 and several sites with rare metals which could prove significant pending further investigation." "Very good," said Irina. "Ready the mining sled and supplies. Provision for a three-day mission." "Very well, Irina." \*\*\* It was a fruitful three days. The He-3 deposits were richer than the drones had detected, and the rare metal yielded over two tons of gold, platinum, iridium and primarily rhodium. With all the work, she soon put Yuri out of her mind. She convinced herself that it was merely exhaustion. Yuri had simply come to her in the shape she last remembered, and she'd just been too tired to make sense of things. Her theory was confirmed when she returned to the station to find the pillow-figure lying in the same place - no different in shape than what she last remembered. The processing and containment of the He-3 took a while. Once complete, she ordered up a hearty meal and popped open a half-liter of Vodka. "They say don't drink alone," she said, tossing back the first glass. "Yuri! Where are you, my love? I need to relax." Though Irina didn't drink very often, when she did, she was true to her Russian ancestry - she drank with a vengeance. She went to her sleep chamber and plopped down beside Yuri, raising her glass in a toast. After five more, she was feeling more than a little relaxed. "Now I am relaxed," she said, then hiccupped. "And I'm feeling something else. Horny. " She drifted back to the sleep chamber and tossed off her clothes. "Move over Yuri," she slurred. "No hogging these wonderful sheets. Station! Put something sexy on the vid." "By something sexy," said the station calmly, "I'm assuming you mean something pornographic in nature." "Yes. Porn. Now. Give me a selection" The entire wall opposite her lit up in 12 distinct areas, each showing a different sexual scene. "Close six, seven, nine, ten, four and twelve." There were now six, which she studied intently. "Good, give me screen three only." The entire wall lit up with a scene of a sensuous couple on a faraway beach. The woman was just starting to kneel in front of the man and unzip his trousers. "Look at that Yuri, are you jealous?" she asked of the mannequin. "I would do that to you if you asked, but I'm afraid you aren't properly equipped." She watched intently, her hand drifting down below her waist to begin rubbing gentle circles. Gone was the shot glass, now she was just taking full swigs from the bottle. She brought herself to her first climax, it was a quiet one and sent a series of shudders through her body. The alcohol was having an effect and she dozed off briefly, only to be jolted awake by the cries of the woman on screen. The man was taking the woman from behind. It was clear why Irina had chosen this one - the porn actress in this vid was very good - very natural. Irina watched - growing quickly aroused again at the amazingly natural feel of the vid. She'd have to make a note of this one for later. Soon, in the vide, the man was lying down on a blanket and the woman was climbing astride him. "That's a good plan," she said. "Yuri, you must help." She retrieved the Ultravibe and mounted it on its vibrating base. "Turn around Yuri," she ordered. "I want to watch and do what they do." She flipped the stuffed mannequin around. He was heavier than she'd remembered - but not too much so. Taking the base of the vibe, she placed it on the pelvis of her inanimate bed companion. "That's it," she moaned as she settled down on the Ultravibe, the full length pushing its way deep inside her. "Now for the real fun." She clumsily reached down for the controls to vibrate the base. It took several tries, but she was finally able to hit the button that started the vibrations in the round saddle-like portion. She took a deep breath to prepare, and then took 'Yuri's' hands in hers. "Here we go, my pillow companion." She lowered herself back down and then rolled her pelvis forward. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh gods, there it is!" If she stayed in just that position, she knew it would be a matter of seconds before she climaxed. This was a game, though - and one she loved playing. She lifted off of base and held herself just high enough, so the vibrations weren't too intense. When ready, she would dip back down and push herself to the edge again before rising once more. Like a walk through frosty air, the sensations were so intense she found unbidden tears dripping from her eyes. They weren't from sadness, merely from the near-pain of such pleasure. At last, it was too much for her to take and she knew she couldn't prolong it any more. She began lifting up and down the ultravibe, landing for a bit longer with each descent and letting the pleasure course through her body. "So good," she whispered as the first waves of climax began. "So good. So good!" She cried out in ecstasy, but stubbornly stayed all the way at the base. She even reached down and touched the override button, making the vibrations continue. Someone unfamiliar with the situation might have suspected seizures if they had only seen her torso, so violent was the shuddering in her body. With one final squeal, she pulled herself off the Ultravibe and touched the button to turn it off. "Good boy, Yuri," she said, taking one final long draw from the bottle. "Good boy." She fell onto her belly and was unconscious within seconds. If she *had* been conscious, she might have noticed that the mannequin's head was tipped backward over the bed and the sketched-on eyes seemed to be studying the activities on the screen intently. Since she had not given the order to stop, the vid played through to the end, only to be followed by another, and another, and six more before she awoke. \*\*\* "That feels good," Irina moaned at the attentions Gregory was giving to her. In her dream, she and her last lover, Gregory, were watching porn. Gregory was caressing her ass with loving attention. "Station, vidscreen off," she ordered. The sound stopped, but Gregory kept going. "Ah well," she murmured. "I must still be dreaming." With his cloth-textured hands, Gregory parted her thighs from behind. Next thing she knew, he was pushing the Ultravibe into her. "Very nice," she murmured. She lifted her ass and pushed up to her hands and knees, allowing him greater access. The Ultravibe buried itself more deeply into her pussy, she sighed in satisfaction. It fired up, and Gregory kept pushing in. Soon, the soft fabric of his pelvis was brushing against her ass. She was awake now, but the dream seemed to be continuing. *Fabric?!* *Gregory!?!* Trying to remain calm, she turned slowly to look behind her. It was not Gregory, it was Yuri - the mannequin. He was kneeling behind her. His face was more clearly defined now. Though his mouth still looked sketched on - upon seeing her face, the corners of the painted mouth turned upward in a smile. "Aaahhh!!" she yelled in fear. She pulled off and scurried away from the bed. Yuri was still there, kneeling. His mouth echoed her own scream - it was open in a silent yell of its own. The Ultravibe... the Ultravibe was now attached somehow to his pelvis. "What are you doing!" she cried. Take that off! Lie down. You're not alive." Yuri reached down, with fully formed cloth fingers, and pulled the vibrator off - tossing it to the ground. As for the rest of her orders, he ignored them and stood up shakily, shambling toward her. "Keep away! Keep away, you monster!" She dashed out into the corridor and toward the kitchen. To her terror, she soon heard unsure and uneven footsteps following her. She peeked around the corner and watched in dread as the odd creature walked in herky-jerky motion toward where she was. He was more complete. All the joints were now fully articulated, and the face had gained more three-dimensional definition. The nose was protruding as were the ears. The eyes seemed to be sinking in a bit forming more clearly defined sockets. There even seemed to be the hint of hair on top of the head. Right now, it looked more like a full-sized artists' mannequin. "Stay back!" screamed Irina, holding out her hand with a 'stop' gesture. Yuri stopped. He held out his hand, mimicking the same gesture. "Go away!" screamed Irina, pointing back down the corridor. The mannequin's mouth flew open again, and he also pointed back behind Irina. "No. No, this is not acceptable," she cried. She dashed out and grabbed 'Yuri' by the shoulder and lifted him up off the floor. He was heavier yet again, but even a real man's bulk would be no issue for someone used to mining for months at a time and working under the planetoid's low gravity. She carried him forcefully to the airlock, all the while his hands batting at her in some semblance of protest - or perhaps simply trying to emulate human gestures. Tossing him in, she slammed down on the red button to seal the inner door. As she glanced through the round window, she saw him scrambling back to his feet - wobbling about. "I don't know what you are!" she cried through the window. "But I don't want you." The wobbling mannequin turned to face her once again. Her last vision of him was his hands outstretched in a pleading gesture and his mouth open as he was flung out into space as the outer lock flew open. \*\*\* The next two weeks were very profitable for Irina. She continued finding He-3 deposits and precious metals. Then, the drones returned with sparkling notifications lighting up her comm screen. "Could it be?" she mused. "Could this be the one?" She set a course for the rock the drones had found. The small drone zoomed into a crack the side of a rock roughly a half-click in diameter. She parked her sled outside and grabbed hold of the second drone, ordering it to pull her in. The opening was more than ample to accommodate her. After passing the smaller opening, her heart pounded with excitement to see the opening widening as they went further in. "Could this be a thunder egg?" she mused to herself. Analogous to the geodes of volcanic planets, thunder eggs were legendary in the asteroid belts. Thought to have formed in the earlier phases of solar systems, it was postulated that thunder eggs formed around magma. If the conditions arose for bubbles to form in the middle, the outer shell would cool and leave the interior to its own designs. Some thunder eggs were simply hollow and beautiful, others were often filled with communication or power crystals worth millions of credits. "Drone 1" whispered Irina once they were in the middle of the cavernous interior. Please illuminate with six lumens in the infra-red spectrum. The drone followed her orders and she adjusted her visor to compensate. One had to be cautious inside of these space eggs. If it were Crystals, too bright a light could be caught in a powerful crystal and quickly bake a miner. Sound was also perilous. As the light spread out, Irina's heart started sinking. No crystals, that was for certain. In the very dim red glow she could make out masses of shiny material, but it wasn't translucent. She sailed closer to the surface. Lifting a shiny stone that broke off the floor easily, she punched in the order for the drones to pull her back out. Outside, she examined the chunk of rock in full light. It appeared metallic. She re-entered her sled and secured the chunk in a vice on her workbench. "Station," she called. "I am here, Irina." "Station, please provide analysis of substance." "Activating scan." A camera and scanner emerged near the vice and began circling the shiny rock. "It is metal," said the station. "What kind of metal?" "Type, unknown." "Excuse me?" said Irina. "My apologies, but this metallic substance is not easily identified - it is nowhere to be found on the new periodic table - though it would seem to somewhere in the gold or platinum family. It emits no harmful radiation." "Very well," said Irina. "Returning to station for further analysis." She flew back to the station and proceeded to the lab where she could do further analysis. The good news, the metal was malleable, and it was also amazingly pristine. Even this surface chunk had no impurities beyond those which had come from the contact with her. She broke off a small piece and fed it into the extractor. Rolling and shaping the metal, it soon produced a very fine wire two meters in length. "Now to try conductivity," she said. "Let's see how much like gold you are." If the thunder egg was merely full of gold, she would have a significant find. Though gold was no longer considered rare - it was still a wonderful conductor. Even after centuries, mankind had yet to find many better conductors than good old gold. Being in the same family, even if this new metal came close, Irina had a significant payday in her future. Not retirement level, but good all the same. She attached the meter to one end of the newly formed wire and attached the micro-generator to the other. This, as they say, was the pudding, and she was about to look for what sort of proof she had. The trick to measuring conductivity was in tiny amounts. Send two watts through a short wire and the loss would be indiscernible. However, send a few femtowatts through with a meter capable of reading such amounts and one could extrapolate the abilities of the material. She sent an infinitesimal burst through the wire - 3 femtowatts and looked at the readout on the other end: "5". Damn," she said. "Time for a baseline. Must have a bad generator." She pulled out her gold test wire and sent the burst through. "3 through on this end and point 2.9 on the other. No, the generator is working. Try again." The results were similar - there seemed to be a gain in the amount of power sent through. This was, of course, impossible. Basic rules of energy always applied. "Station, explain how I might be gaining energy in the transfer." "Two possibilities," said the station. "One, the material is pre-charged, but readings indicate no radioactivity or latent current in the new material. Two, the material is an unknown efficient conductor and possesses absorptive properties and is gaining energy from ambient light sources." "Of course," said Irina, smacking her forehead. She retrieved a black tube and threaded the wire inside. It seemed the wire still maintained some of the charge it had gained, but within a few tries it was back to a neutral charge. Once she had zero state, she was thrilled to know she had discovered an amazing conductor. Properly insulated, this material could be run in a cable around the entire circumference of old earth and see almost no loss in power at room temperature. The significance of her find was the temperature of the metal. Superconductors usually had to be cooled to negative one-hundred or more. She put this material through more tests and found it had to reach PLUS one-hundred and thirty-seven before it even displayed resistive properties. She was soon humming happily on her way to the kitchen. She had made her *find*. Yuri was seated at the table and smiling. Life couldn't be better. "Well Yuri," she said, "it looks like I might finally be able to afford my house on Planet Summer." Yuri nodded, smiling. Yuri? Irina looked in fear at the strange creature seated across the table. He was no longer a pillow - no longer a fabric. His skin was somewhere in between cotton and epidermis. His head was now fully formed and human-like. His lips were real. His eyes were blue and perceptive. His anatomy was complete - including a fully erect penis between his legs. "Get out!" she screamed, throwing a plate at his head. "Aaahhhmmmph!" cried the man-thing. She grabbed a hammer from the toolbelt she still wore and approached him with menacing gestures. "You are gone! I jettisoned you! What are you doing back?" "Mmmahhh!" said the creature, shaking his head and covering his face. "Mmmah ha ha." "What do you want?" she asked. Her whole body was trembling. The creature gestured to his mouth with his fingers. "Wah. Wooah." "You're hungry?" He shook his head 'no' "Wah. Wooah. Ugh." "You want to talk?" This time it nodded yes. "You want me to teach you to talk? "Yesss," he said, struggling. "Teach Yuri Talk." Irina contemplated this request. His plea was so pitiful and his face so gentle, she was deeply moved. "Well," she said. "Innocent until proven guilty, or whatever the hell this situation is. I suppose you are entitled to a defense and you can't very well defend yourself unless you can talk. Very well, we'll get you talking." He moved to hug her out of gratitude. She stepped back. "No," she insisted. "No touching. No contact until we know more - and you stay in the airlock when I'm not around until I say otherwise." \*\*\* She started teaching him, but it proved very time consuming. He was certainly an apt learner but teaching someone an entire language is no easy feat. Searching through her data banks, she was able to find tutorial program which had been developed for the orphans of Yathir. Between walking him around the station and the tapes, he made amazing progress. While she was at work, he was locked securely in the airlock - continuing his studies. "I am ready," he said on the third day after she arrived back from the thunder egg. "Are you now?" she said. "Come on to the kitchen and we'll talk." She sat down and poured herself a vodka. "Drink?" she asked. "Not yet," he said. "Very well, let's begin," said Irina. "Who are you?" "I don't know." "Very well. *What* are you." "I don't know that either," he said. Clearly, he was upset that he couldn't find answers. "The first memories I have are... blurry, that's the word. Blurry feelings about coming out of a box and then lying next to you." "You are a pillow," insisted Irina. "I *was* a pillow. I'm not now. I'm... I'm for you. I was opened by you and I'm to become what you wish for - what you need." "What I *need* is to not have a freaky, golem creature living with me in middle of an asteroid field. That's what I need." "I... comprehend your concern. I would beg of you, though - if you wish to be rid of me please do not push me into space again. It is lonely and frightening out there. I would ask you to destroy me somehow if I am not to be kept." The emotion in his voice, alien as it was, touched Irina's heart. Whatever this thing was - it was alive - and for now it seemed to mean her no harm. "You may stay," she said, softly. "I am happy at that," said Yuri the mannequin. "How may I please you, then?" "First, put on some clothes. Second, put that thing down." She gestured to his rigid cock, which had been large and prominent ever since he had reappeared in the station." "This?" he said, looking down. "It is how men are made, yes?" "Well, yes and no," said Irina with a giggle. "In the vids. I watched the vids and they were all like this." "Yes, the vids," she said, blushing. "Those are not...typical examples of human men. They are not always like that...physiologically." "How are they, then?" he asked. She was surprised to be blushing - but it was certainly a very odd birds-and-bees conversation. "First, some clothes - and then perhaps we will find a tutorial on the human anatomy." She took her cloth-ish friend to the stores and found him a spare set of coveralls. She was sleepy, so she took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. "I think I can trust you, but I am very tired Yuri. Come with me, and you can study in here." "Will we do like in the vids?" he asked, eagerly. "No, Yuri. We will not do like in the vids. I will sleep, and you will listen on the headphones as you learn about the human body." She set him up on the station by her bed and gave him a pair of earphones. As she fell asleep, she heard him repeating words. "Penis. Vagina. Clitoris. Breasts." She couldn't help but smile at this odd creature who had entered her world. When she awoke in the morning she was actually a little sad to not find Yuri sitting where he'd been. She walked to the kitchen and heard Yuri rummaging about. He was no longer clothed. "Here you are," he said, handing her an espresso he had just removed from the food unit. "Good timing," she said. "I knew you were awake," he replied. "How?" "I just did," he said, shrugging. "Yuri, what did I say about clothes." "Oh, yes. But I wanted to show you - look!" He pointed down at the flaccid cock between his legs. "Very good, but still, clothes." "But watch," he said, smiling. With that, his limp implement quickly grew to very ample, rigid proportions. "Impressive Yuri - and many men would give their right arms for such ability. For now, why don't you keep it down and cover it with your clothes." "Down? By down, do you mean flaccid?" "Yes, flaccid." "But why. It is said that it is more difficult to urinate when erect. Since I have no need of urination, I could just as easily stay erect always." "Yes, Yuri - but for now, down. Flaccid, yes?" "If you wish." His 'covering' was more natural this day. Irina commented on it. "Your skin is looking good." "Is it?" asked the mannequin. "Yes, more natural. Why don't you just make it like mine?" "I can't," said Yuri. "But, you learned all of the galactic language in three days. You grew that thing between your legs. You're looking more like a man every day. Why can't you just change your skin?" "It isn't easy," said Yuri quietly. "Learning *things* is easy. Learning to be realistically human in appearance is quite something else. It is hard going learning to be human." "Don't worry," she said, patting his arm. "I'm still learning, and I've got thirty years on you." Yuri was actually a delightful companion. He was eager to learn everything there as about humanity... and about mining. He was a quick study and his non-human aspect was an asset in the field. He had no need of a suit or air. It wasn't space itself that frightened him, but being alone and lost as he'd been before. He loved going out in the sled with Irina and she found her productivity more than doubling with him along. Every night, he would sit on the edge of the bed and look down at her. "Tonight, will we do like in the vids?" "No Yuri, not tonight." "Very well." He would then turn, and study and she soon found she couldn't sleep without the sound of him tapping on the work surface with his queries. \*\*\* February 14^th, standard calendar. Irina woke to the smell of chocolate. She opened her eyes to projections of hearts and cupids dancing over the walls and ceiling of the sleep chamber. "Happy Valentine's day," said Yuri. He was standing beside the bed and holding a platter. On it were over a dozen large strawberries and in the center, a bowl of melted chocolate. "Yuri!" she cried, "Where did you get these?" "I've grown them in secret. I found the starters in the supplies and helped them along. I read that it is traditional to present gifts of sweets or chocolate on this day, and it should be a surprise. Are you surprised?" "Absolutely." Irina couldn't wipe the smile off her face. "I hope you don't mind the water it took." "Not at all. I've never been able to grow them. This is an *amazing* surprise. Put them down on the desk and come here." He did as she ordered and was surprised when she pulled him into a loving hug. "Oh," he said, smiling. "This is nice. This is a hug. I have never hugged, except perhaps when you placed the ultravibe on me and we..." "Yes, yes," said Irina. "I should hug you more, I think. Now let me try one of these strawberries." "Oh my gods!" she moaned as she took the first bite. "Are you climaxing?" asked Yuri. "It sounded like you might be." "Almost," said Irina. "If you are ever human, you will understand why." "If you want, we could do like they do in the vids and I could bring you to a climax." "Always the same question, you are more like a human male than you know, Yuri. No, we will not do like they do in the vids. But, that gives me an idea. We will watch vids, but not the kind you first saw. It is Valentine's Day - so we will watch the right sort of movies for the occasion. Come, get into bed with me and we will watch. Station, please bring up the top romcoms of the past century. "Romcoms," said Yuri inquisitively. "Romantic Comedies?" "Yes," said Irina with a big smile. "Just so you know, they are all very much the same. The girl or the boy meets their one true love. They hate them at first, they fall in love. They lose them, and they end up together in the end." "Why watch them if you already know?" Irina sighed with a big smile. "Because it is the journey. Just because you know where it will end, doesn't mean the trip won't be fun." "I suspect you are speaking in metaphors," said Yuri. "Yes," said Irina, "but they will make sense soon enough." Movie after movie, Irina watched and laughed - and cried. Yuri watched in fascination, not only at the happenings on screen, but also at Irina's reactions. After the fifth movie - this one more of a straight romance than a comedy - Irina's eyelids grew heavy and she cuddled into Yuri's chest, who was staring at the final credits with a look of sadness on his curiously textured face. Irina looked up at him and was concerned at seeing sadness on his face for the first time. "Yuri?" she whispered. "Is everything alright?" "No," said the odd creature. "I am not human." "No. You're not. But you knew that." "Of course, I knew it," he murmured softly, "but I never *felt* it. Never felt what that really meant. I am suddenly very lonely. More than I could have imagined." "Oh Yuri, come here." She sat up and pulled the doll-creature into an affectionate hug. "You know, your skin is more like mine every day," she whispered, brushing her hand over his face. "I am learning, or *it* is learning - my skin and my body. It is hard to describe, but my system needs to learn how to be the right thing. "Well, come here, let's see how much you have learned." Taking his face in her hands, she pulled him into a tender kiss. To her surprise, his lips felt surprisingly human and there was moistness in his mouth. That is a kiss," said the man-figure gently. "This is a good day - my first hug and first kiss. How did I do?" "You did very well, said Irina. Much to her surprise, her heart was racing. "Let's try again." They kissed some more. She instructed him in the intricacies of the tongue and had to teach him about the rest of kissing, too. "There's more to kissing than just the mouth. "There is?" "Yes, silly. Remember all the kisses we just watched in the movies. Sometimes, yes, it is just the mouth. But most often, it is everything. It is the hands on the face, on the body. It is exploring the other person. "You are right," said Yuri. His face was intense as he replayed the scenes in the mind. They started kissing again and Yuri began pawing at her, prodding her shoulders and back as a shopper might poke a piece of produce at a market. Irina couldn't help but laugh. "No, Yuri. It is not exploring me, like I am a specimen. It is feeling me. Feeling each other - discovering in a tactile way." He kissed her once more, and his 'tactile discovery' was much improved. "I noticed," said Yuri, after a particularly intense make out session, "that this kissing can often lead to other activities - both in the romcom vids and the pornographic vids. " "Yes," said Irina. "But when two people are first dating, they wait. That's what we'll be doing." "Is that what we are doing?" asked Yuri with a smile. "Are we dating?" "I suppose we are, my man-toy. You have brought me chocolate. We have gone to the movies. We have kissed. Yes, this was a date." "That gratifies me. I enjoy being on a date. Humans date. I know I am not human. But I feel this is a good step." "You might be right." \*\*\* The next weeks were busy ones. There was a smelter scow which would be swinging within range and they needed to gather as much ore as they could for delivery. Yuri was invaluable not only because he could operate without a suit, but because he appeared to be inexhaustible. The 'kissing lessons' continued, when there was time, though the pace of work certainly reigned in Irina's libido. Even if she'd had the energy - she had many reservations about taking things to the next level physically. Certainly, there had been many creations over the years of a similar nature. Sex-droids, gene-dolls designed for brothels - if technology was available, humankind would find a way to exploit it for some kinky purpose. The truth was, Irina wasn't kinky. Having a boy-toy - a real, true boy-***toy*** - might be some women's idea of an ideal situation, but it wasn't hers. Yuri was sentient, intelligent... and sweet. She felt she needed to go slowly with this odd creation that had dropped into her life. Her reasoning was sound - as odd a creation as Yuri was - in terms whatever humanity he possessed, he was a child - a teenager at best. Though he was not driven by typical human hormones, he was still a 'person' who was developing in emotional and physical ways. In terms of physically, Irina was daily surprised at Yuri's transformation. One day, she looked up into his eyes and saw that she didn't need to look up quite as far because he wasn't quite as tall. A couple of days later, she awoke with her hand on his chest and stroked it softly to find a small amount of hair which she played with lovingly. It was a couple of hours later before she realized the chest hair hadn't been there the day before. There were other small differences in his appearance. His physique had become more defined. She finally had to snap a couple of pics before and after. It was like doing a 'what's different in this picture' quiz. Not only was he becoming more human, at least on the surface, he was also altering daily in the ways he was human. "Yuri," said Irina one day - not sure if it would offend him. "Have you ever noticed that... that you are different sometimes? For example, I think your hair used to be darker." "Yes," agreed Yuri. "It is perplexing. I think I am still learning, but now I am learning for you." "How do you mean?" "I cannot describe it. I simply know that when you react positively, I change. When you don't, I change back. For example, I was reading about facial hair the other day. My face began to grow stubble, a small amount. Your subconscious response, I believe, was not favorable - so it seems I will not be growing a beard. " "I see." Irina mused on the fact that Yuri was evidently transforming into her ideal man. Their first lovemaking session happened just as one would hope for in a regular relationship. It was both a surprise, but also something that felt inevitable. It was the morning before she was due to haul things to the smelting base. They had finished the bundling and packing. All the materials were tied into huge mass of material and nudged to edge of the asteroid field. One of the funny things about stellar freight and materials was there wasn't much need for containers if one wasn't going into atmosphere. All that was really needed was a good containment net and proper separation of materials. Of course, there were the cylinders for He-3 and Tritium, but packed properly, those just went into the mix. With the bundle together, Irina and Yuri returned to the station for a lovely meal (for Irina) and then she took a luxurious steam shower, knowing she would be able to replenish her water supplies at the smelter. She emerged relaxed and drowsy and crawled into bed with Yuri. The funny thing was since his awakening - between the heavy work load and the caution around Yuri, she had experienced very little sexual release. Now, lying with her head on Yuri's shoulder, playing with his chest hair, and feeling his warm body against hers which felt as real as one could imagine, she felt a very, very strong urge. Her hand was on his belly and she was fighting the subconscious temptation to let it drift lower. "Yuri," she whispered." "Yes, Irina?" "Remember how I told you it wasn't good to walk around with a huge erection?" "Yes?" "Even though it is down, can you still make it go up?" In answer, her hand was suddenly nudged a bit by the appendage in question. "Like this?" he asked. "Yes, like that." "Irina," asked Yuri with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Are we going to do like they do in the vids?" "Yes Yuri," she said, leaning up to kiss him. "But not like in the sex vids. Like in the romcom vids. He seemed a little confused. "Do you mean we're going to start having sex and then the camera will switch to another scene?" "No silly," she said. She reached down to feel his lovely, manufactured cock. It was a curious mix between the texture of the Ultravibe and human skin. All the same, it felt lovely. 'No," she said. "We are going to take this softly and gently. It is your first time. We must do this right." She crawled on top of him and began kissing him fiercely. As they kissed, his hands drifted over her body. He had learned well in their lessons. His hands were exploring her body, reacting to her reactions. She could not wait any longer and pushed down on him, sighing as he pushed his way into her. "Oh, that feels good," she gasped as he worked further in. "It's been so long. So, so long. Ooh!" He had just thrust the remainder of his length into her, surprising her. "Did I do wrong?" he asked, concerned. "I just... I had seen men do such things, or at least it seemed so, even in the romcoms." "No, you did fine." She kissed him tenderly and they began to move together. It wasn't much different than any two lovers discovering each other's bodies for the first time. They tried different rhythms, different movements, and soon found a good pace and angle that was pleasing. "I am enjoying this," murmured Yuri. "As is appropriate in the human anatomy, I have developed many nerve endings down there and there is a great amount of pleasure coursing through my body." "I'm glad," replied Irina. "Perhaps then, you might like this." She gave his cock a squeeze with her pussy and he moaned. "Yes, I do. I would not object if you wished to do that again." After more lovemaking, they rolled over and he lay on top of her. As he pushed his cock into her, he made a startling question. "May I ask, Irina. Does the size of my penis please you?" "The size? Are you sure you're not really human?" "Why," inquired Yuri. "Because every human male is so obsessed with size. Look Yuri, size really doesn't... do you mean, you could change it?" "I am not locked into any form, Irina. I am only here for you." "Well," she said, grinning, "it wouldn't hurt to try." "Here?" asked Yuri. "How is this?" She felt him fill her up a bit more. "Well, I wouldn't know unless you moved." He began thrusting in and out of. "Oh, gods yes," cried Irina as he began thrusting within her for the first time lying atop her. "That's good," she moaned. "So good. So good... oh! Too much, Yuri. A little smaller please." "Very well, Irina." He adjusted his size and began sliding in and out again. With her guidance and responses, they soon found the perfect 'fit'. Their lovemaking increased in pace. Soon, Yuri was sliding his full new length in and out of Irina at a blistering, inexhaustible rhythm. The climax which she had been putting off for many weeks was approaching the boiling point. As Yuri increased his speed to an unimaginable pace, Irina cried out a nearly painful moan. "Oh Yuri, stop!" she gasped. "I need, I want... Oohh!" Yuri stopped and watched on in wonder as Irina's eyes rolled back into her head and she was both paralyzed and rocked by convulsions of bliss. "Oh Yuri," she finally said as the orgasms subsided. "That was just unbeliev...! Oh my god, what was that?" Irina had felt vibrations in her pelvis, emanating from where Yuri was still inside of her. "Was it pleasurable?" asked the mannequin. "Yes, but..." "It occurred to me that since I am without the limitations of an exact human anatomy, it might be pleasurable for you to experience similar sensations as those you feel with the Ultravibe." "You can do that?" "I just did, Irina." He began vibrating his cock again and Irina gasped in pleasure. "Oh gods, Yuri," she moaned. "Judging by the look your face, it might appear you are climaxing again. Is it possible to do so, so soon?" "Can't...talk...right...now," moaned Irina. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh GODS!" She squealed in overwhelming pleasure as she was crippled with another series of orgasms which lasted several minutes. "Oh, please Yuri, stop," she begged. "Please, please, it is too much!" "I'm sorry," apologized Yuri. "I did not know there could be too much pleasure." "Something changes," explained Irina, still gasping. "After someone climaxes, it's like the body says it has had enough." "I see." Yuri rolled over onto his back and Irina snuggled into him. "Yuri, can I ask - are you able to cum? To have an orgasm?" "I have thought much upon that," mused Yuri, "and I still have not learned how. It does not matter, however. I am pleasing you, and that's what I feel I am here for." "Hold it right there, mister," said Irina. "An Ultravibe - I'm not too concerned about its pleasure. But for someone who makes love to me like you just did - I get pleasure from their pleasure." "I see," said Yuri. "Then I will endeavor to learn how to experience a physical climax. Would you like it complete with an expulsion of seminal fluid?" "Well yeah," said Irina. "That's half the fun? "Very good," said Yuri. "The station has distinct records of the composition of seminal fluid, I will encourage my body to ascertain the creation of such a substance." \*\*\* The next day, Irina bade farewell to Yuri. He had wanted to come with her to the smelting station, but she had explained the station had sophisticated scanners for any sort of life form which would undoubtedly detect him - and he would be a very difficult life form to explain. As Irina made the convoluted journey to the smelter, taking several detours to hide her base location, she had a lot of time to muse on the sex with Yuri. It had been mind-blowing - but there had been something more. Yet, Irina knew it was something beyond that. Yuri was a friend as well. In the past months, they had worked side by side as friends or partners do. Though his questions about humans had been incessant, they had also been full of care and concern. She wondered if she was falling in love with a doll. Stranger things had happened, she supposed. There had been matings of humans with Nebulons, and though Nebulons shared base genetic material, genetic engineering and mutations had altered them so much that their physical form was very far from human. Yuri was caring, intelligent, and more human in form and manner every day. She decided to simply savor these times and contemplate the morality or appropriateness of their relationship at a later time. \*\*\* Smelting bases were fascinating creations of the space. Once exploitable asteroid belts were found, it became advantageous to have processing stations close by to save on fuel expenditures. First, the smelting station, then shipbuilding plants would crop up. The Tangentian system had proven to be one of the richest systems ever discovered. Though there were many dangers involved in mining, both the natural and the human kind, there were few professions as potentially lucrative as belt mining. Irina had been doing very well - covering her expenses (which were considerable) and putting aside a good amount every cycle. However, she had yet to find the mother lode. In her pocket was a small spool of glimmering wire that she suspected represented the key to her retirement to the Ocean planet called Summer, renowned for its siren life forms and the unique race of humans fostered by the indigenous ocean inhabitants. She already had a deposit in for a small island. She suspected the contents of the thunder egg could represent the remainder of her payment. Drifting in the middle of nowhere, often with billions of credits worth of material aboard, there was nowhere with tighter security than a smelting base - often exceeding that of military stations. As haphazard as smelters looked from space with bundles of raw and finished materials attached at all angles, there were few places as orderly or regimented as smelters. "Miner Irina Ivanov, I.D. X-Ray Tango Niner Niner Seven requesting dock access for delivery of raw materials." "Material list?" "Helium-3, Tritium, aluminum, titanium, copper, gold, and several other lightweight metals. The fusionable and fissionable materials are safely contained. Only myself aboard the sled." "Very good," said the dock master. "Stand by for scanning of your sled and materials." "Standing by." After several minutes, scanning was cleared, and she was directed to a dock. She gave her cargo a final push and watched the always-fascinating procedure as the bundle sailed into the capture net and it was drawn inside. Once it was secured on the floor, she flew the sled in and parked it on the shelf to the side. Before she was even out of her flight harness, she heard the all-clear alarm indicating that pressurization was complete and the scurrying begin. Excited howls started and the Hanumen were at work. She watched out of the window of her sled as the monkey-like creatures began leaping about and separating out the different bundles and containers, tossing them in the low gravity and sending them to the proper processing channels. Hanumen were one of the most endearing and joyful products of the genenj (genetic engineering) phase of the universe. The engineers had started with primate foundations, mixing the intelligence and strengths of several species including chimps, apes, and orangutans. From there, they had spliced in the olfactory, obedience and loyalty of dogs. There were few more gregarious beings to be around. Irina had considered hiring one from the Hanuman guild to take with her to the station - but most Hanuman's chafed when forced to wear suits for too long and they also were more social and preferred to be in groups with each other. "Hello Irina Lady!" shouted Lester, the gang boss who she had met twice before. "Good haul! Very good haul! You should be most proud!" The Hanumen were scurrying over the huge bundle and parceling out the different pieces. So strong were their noses, scanners weren't even needed for the separation process. "Good aluminium," shouted one female Hanuman after sniffing a bundle. She tossed it unerringly to a large male who stood beside receiver chutes where all the ore went to be processed. Though her materials wouldn't be smelted for a few days, the scanners were able to tell by mass and composition within a few grams how much she'd brought in. There was a credit counter flashing her numbers on the far wall. Lester hopped over to her with a big smile on his face and gave her a huge hug. "You work hard, Irina Lady!" he said with admiration. "One person, bring all this. Big time haul. Big time haul!" "Thank you, Lester." Suddenly Lester started sniffing the air and then turned to Irina herself. Soon enough, his nose landed on the pocket where the spool of wire was hiding. "Speaking of big haul," he said. "Irina Lady finds tasty gold type thing. Most very tasty. Most very money-full. Come here." Lester reached into his pocket and pulled out a small spray bottle. He spritzed Irina down with a cinnamon smelling concoction. "I cover smell of that in pocket from other Hanumen. Not because steal, because excitement-cause. Be most careful, Irina-Lady," he said softly. "People bad-thinkers have looking for richness thoughts. Jump claim in big space no one knows." He whispered even more softly so there was no chance anyone could hear over the din of the dock, even with listeners. "Miss Irina Lady, take this finding to Nelondo-Johnson-Man. Nelondo big-heart, good-heart honest man. Treat miners fair - always secret keeping." "Thanks for the advice, Lester," said Irina, giving him a hug. If a Hanuman said someone was 'good-heart honest', it was someone who was absolutely beyond reproach. It was a point of pride for Irina that the Hanumen were so fond of her, because even with their genetic disposition toward friendliness, they were instinctively accurate judges of character. If someone was merely treated with indifference by Hanumen, that was a person to steer clear of. The fact that this Nelondo Johnson had Lester's approval, he was undoubtedly the broker to approach with the contents of the thunder egg. Less than fifteen minutes later, her entire haul had been sorted and shipped off. Yuri had indeed proven useful, for her credit count was nearly twice that of any previous drop off. Bolstered by Lester's olfactory analysis of the contents of her pocket, she punched up the tip amount for the Hanumen... which was the equivalent of a week's worth of wages for the crew. A joyful howl went through the ranks and they swarmed her, hugging her warmly. "Good heart lady! Good heart lady!" they cried and broke into a fierce, animalistic tribal dance around her. As she made ready to depart, Lester called aside a friendly-faced female and pulled them aside. "Miss Irina Lady, I am pleased to be showing you daughter of mine, Bimi. Bimi be taking you special to Nelondo-Johnson-Man. She take you service trails where no sniffers find you out. Careful time is now. Understand, Bimi?" "Bimi understands, father." Bimi took Irina by the hand and led her to small entrance through which Irina had to duck. It lead into the long, low-G corridor that served that part of the smelter base. "Irina Lady follows Bimi," said the amiable female. "Say up speak if Bimi jumps too fast." Having been a miner for many years, the low G environment wasn't too much of a challenge for Irina- though Bimi's superior muscles certainly did challenge her in terms of speed. Bimi glanced back now and again, and finally came to rest waiting for Irina to catch up. "Irina lady good jump climber," said Bimi, smiling. "Maybe we go make you honor-like Hanuman." "I am pleased to hear you say that," said Irina, panting. "Your kind is good." "Bimi thanks you for kind words," said the Hanuman female. They soon neared a branching corridor. Bimi eyed the multi-directional pathways carefully before pulling Irina down a darker side hall. They arrived at a non-descript looking service hatch and Bimi tapped out a unique rhythm with a wrench from her belt. An answering tap was heard on the other side and the hatch opened, revealing an old man wearing huge magnifying spectacles. "Bimi friend sends greetings from Lester..." "Get in, get in," said the man, looking down the passageway suspiciously. "We'll talk inside." They pulled themselves in and felt their bodies sink to the heavier floor in gravgen. The old man lifted his spectacles and eyed them. "Good to see you Bimi," he said, hugging the Hanuman with affection. "What has Lester sent me today?" "Bimi doesn't know, other than Irina-Lady good-heart climb jumps most good, and even through cinnamon - Irina-Lady has tasty metal on her person." "I see," said Nelondo with a raised eyebrow. "Well, zip-lipped about that, yes Bimi?" Bimi raised up proudly. "Bimi best zip-lipped on this or any smelter base," she said, smiling. "Bimi leave now. When Bimi go here again?" "Very good, Bimi. Thank you. Come back in half an hour." After Bimi left, Nelondo began flipping switches all over his highly mechanized workroom and checked several detection devices. "Now then, Irina, is it?" "Yes, sir." "Irina, we are as secure as is possible in here. Why don't you show me this 'tasty' find the Hanumen have already sniffed out? Irina pulled out the spool of metal wire and watched Nelondo pull out the wire and put it through the basic tests. "Woo-ee," he muttered. "Not gold, not platinum. Sure as hell is rich looking. *Tasty* indeed. Whaddaya think you've got here, Irina? "I think it's a superconductor that can function at standard temperatures. No need for super-cooling." "You think so, huh?" "I kind of know so, Nelondo. Go on and put it through the resistance test, but shield it first - it absorbs any ambient energy." "You don't say?" said Nelondo. "Metallic superconductor, unbound by the rigid characteristics of ceramics. The holy grail of circuitry and generators. Meissnerium." "Meissnerium?" asked Irina. "Yes, not to be confused with Meitnerium. Meissnerium is a hypothetical metal named for the Meissner effect. Such a metal has been postulated for centuries, but never found. Let's see how close this is to the jackpot." Nelondo's eyes grew wider and wider as he checked and rechecked the numbers. Finally, he was satisfied with his results. "Tell me, Irina," he whispered. He found himself whispering, even though he knew there was no way they were being monitored. "How long did it take you to refine this metal?" "No time at all," she whispered back. "I took the sample I found and spun it out. It took longer to remove the impurities I introduced in collecting it than it did to turn it into wire." Nelondo whistled in amazement. "Irina, this sample here. This one strand of wire, it represents an average worker's annual salary - probably more. Exactly how much more of this metal do you have?" Irina proceeded to tell him about the thunder egg and its contents. "Can you help me?" she asked. "I can," he said seriously. "But I need you to listen to me. Tell no one. Talk to no one. If you can, bring the entire thunder egg in. Even if the contents are as pure as you say, there will be traces in the rest of the rock and we can manage it better here than you could extracting it. Hell, if we can get it inside, Lester's crew could get every last microgram out of that thing." "The smelter's next pass through this sector is in nine months. You have that egg here, I'll have the right reps to make you a deal and I'll broker the hell out of it. You want to retire? You want to buy a planet to retire on? Just get that egg here safely and that's what we're talking about." Irina nodded in agreement. As they waited for they chit-chatted about general things mining-related. "So, what's your Shangri La, Irina?" asked Nelondo. "When you *do* get that mother lode, where've you set your eyes on? "Planet Summer," replied Irina. "Already have my deposit down and passed the tests for immigration." "Nice choice," said Nelondo, his kind eyes g sparkling. "Slightly lower than one standard gravity, endless beaches, and the Sirens. By god they're amazing. I met a pod once, well, a human-siren pod. Nicest creatures you'll ever meet." Soon enough, Bimi was tapping on the back hatch and Irina was back on her way to the sled. "What Irina-Lady needing for return?" asked Bimi. "Hanumen stock up nutrients and water, usual supply kit. Any special order in mind?" "Yes," said Irina. "Six propulsion units and a 10-pak of stabilizers." "Very good," said Bimi, who was already tapping the order into her wrist unit. "Oh, and movies. I want every new movie from the past year. Especially romcoms." By the time they had arrived back at the ship, the propulsion units had already been secured. In the space of less than three hours, Irina had off-loaded, made a deal, been re-supplied, and was back on her way home - very anxious to see Yuri and share the news. \*\*\* The trustworthiness of Hanumen is something which cannot be doubted. Not one of the crew, and neither Lester or Bimi spoke a word to anyone about Irina or her generosity. However, those of an unscrupulous nature *did* notice the Hanumen shopping and spending a bit more time in the onboard pub over the next few days. Those same unscrupulous sorts had gone to the rather challenging process of bribing the propulsion unit supplier aboard the smelter. She had been given the instructions that if any miners ordered two or more propulsion units, she was to insert a dormant tracker into the containers which would not activate for a set time period, and the signal would broadcast on an ancient frequency though to be so useless it was no longer monitored by any current detection equipment. The logic being, and it was sound logic, that anyone purchasing more than one propulsion unit was not merely repairing a sled. Multiple units meant a big rock needed to be retrieved and a big rock meant something worth investigating. \*\*\* "Yuri! Yuri, I'm back!" cried Irina. It had been a harrowing week and a half. Traffic was greater than usual in the sector and she had been forced to do small hops and wait frequently *en route* to her base. Being away from Yuri had made the time pass even more slowly. She found herself longing for his conversation and his quirky smile, and yes - she longed to be in his welcoming arms again. "Yuri?" she called again, a bit of concern growing in her voice. "Where are you? Oh my gods, no!" She had searched everywhere and finally made her way back to the sleep chamber. The full wall was covered with vids and what looked to be at least forty screens showing simultaneously. Each channel was tuned to something different - physics, biology, movies, war, and so on. Some were simply showing page after page of text. Yuri was on the bed, but he was not Yuri. He had reverted. He was once again a stuffed mannequin with a painted-on face and the mere hint of fingers and toes. His sketched-on eyes watched the vid-wall with a death-like focus. "Oh Yuri! My Yuri, what has happened? Where have you gone," cried Irina, rushing to his side. "I - ree - nah?" said the mannequin, turning to face her, his mere hollow of a mouth struggling to form the words. "Yuri, darling. Where are you?" "Yu-ree for-got. Yu-ree needs Irina to remember." "Alright, alright," said Irina, wiping away the tears. "I need to get the sled unpacked and then I'll be here. I'll be here as soon as I can." Though one couldn't rush the proper storage of supplies on a remote station, Irina hurried as much as she could, setting aside the things that could wait for another day and clamping them to walls. She was surprised to find how deeply Yuri's reversion had affected her. It was almost like having him die. But, he had said he needed her, to remember. That's what she was going to do. She would be there for him. Once she felt everything was stowed away and safe, she hurried back to the bedroom. He slowly turned his face to her and smiled. She might have been imagining it, but it seemed he was already a bit more defined. "Let's get comfy, yes?" she whispered. Taking off her clothes slowly and seductively, she liked to imagine that she saw a curious glint in those charcoal eyes. "Station," she said. "I purchased new movies. Please access the sled databanks and begin streaming." They watched the first movie in relative silence. Now she knew she wasn't imagining things. He was definitely feeling warmer. His face, too, seemed to be regaining its definition. "Feeling better?" she inquired. "Yes," he said, more clearly. "Being near you helps me remember things. The closer you are, the more I remember." They started another movie and arrived at a lovemaking scene. Irina's hand drifted languidly over his cloth/skin and suddenly met with a rather hard obstacle lower down. "Ooh, I see you are remembering something else," said Irina playfully. The object at hand was not the full, fleshy cock she remembered. At the same time, it wasn't cloth. Though his skin still bore some resemblance to fabric, his manhood (or should it be dollhood?) was more smooth and rubbery - more ultravibe like. "Yuri," she asked in a soft voice, "When you said that it helps when I am closer - do you really mean closer?" "I'm not sure I understand the question." Irina crawled on top of him and slid down so his *toy* cock was pushing against her opening... which had been moist for days in anticipation of their reunion. "I mean, if I'm closer like *this*." She slid down, pulling all of him inside of her. "Would it help you remember how to be more human again?" Yuri's cloth-skin had suddenly turned from white-cotton in color to more beige. "Oddly, I think it would," mused Yuri. "Good, then let's work on that." Irina started working him in and out, bouncing up and down on his cock with her muscular thighs. "Is that how you like it?" she whispered in his ear while kissing his face. "Yes. Yes, I do enjoy this very much," muttered Yuri. "Oh Gods," moaned Irina. His cock had just altered and become more fleshy. The feeling within her was so much more fulfilling. He changed from stiff to supple. It wasn't that he wasn't still ramrod straight, but the fleshy feeling within her was ten times more fulfilling and spurred her on to greater heights. "Come on Yuri, fuck me," she urged. "More the point, I'll fuck you. Come on, do you like being fucked." "I do," agreed Yuri, and even his incomplete face showed a bit of surprise. "You are speaking differently, Irina. You are talking like in the pornographic vids." "That's right, Yuri," she moaned. "There are times for making love and times for fucking. It is time for us to fuck. Station, switch off romcom. Please stream Venus Vixens 17." Something Irina's mind told her that Yuri needed the intensity. He needed a shock to his alien system to help bring him along. The video switched to the vid she had named. It was more than two centuries old, but was legendary for its intensity and visceral feel. "Come here, Yuri," she urged. She had spun off of him and was kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed. "Take me from behind Yuri. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me." Yuri did as he was ordered, and Irina was soon crying out in short gasps as he filled her to depths she'd never imagined possible. It even hurt a bit, but in a good way, the way he was pummeling her. "Oh my gods, Yuri," she cried out as the first climax rocked through her. "My gods, my gods you are amazing!" She pulled her dripping pussy off him and rolled over onto her back. Looking up at Yuri she was pleased to see his skin was now quite-nearly-skin. His face, though still pale, was fleshed out and defined again. "Come here darling," she urged him. The time for hard fucking was over. Now her body told her exactly what was needed now. "Put yourself inside of me, Yuri," she whispered. "Make love to me and return to me." Yuri obeyed and slid his cock in and out of her at a gentler pace. Irina pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around him - wanting to touch as much of his body to her as she could. When the next orgasm overtook her, she purred one word over and over into his ear. "Remember. Remember, my love. Remember for me. Remember." By the time they were done, Yuri was back in her arms. Warm, human, wonderful Yuri - more human than ever before. "Don't you ever do that to me again," she admonished him as they lay in each other's arms. "I'm sorry Irina," said Yuri. "It happened gradually. You were gone so long, and I didn't even feel it at first. My body didn't have you to stimulate it and it... it no longer felt the need to be the shape it was. "Well don't let it happen again," admonished Irina. "What you do on your own time is your business - but when you're with me, I want you. I want *this* you, or even more of the same." "I will endeavor to learn how to accomplish this." "Thank you. What were you doing while I was gone?" "I was learning," explained Yuri. "With nothing else to do, I was trying to learn as much as I could - to absorb all of the knowledge available. You know Irina. In my learning, it occurred to me that the superconductor you have found may be quite valuable. I believe, it might be termed Meissnerium. " "My, you did learn a lot." Irina explained all she had found out and her dealings with Nelondo. He listened patiently to that portion of her story but was far more interested in the Hanumen. He asked her again and again about their appearance and behavior. "I would like to meet these Hanumen," said Yuri. "They seem like good creatures." "They are the best," agreed Irina. Once they were properly reunited, they began the arduous task of plotting how to extract the thunder egg. The problem was two-fold. First, was the simple exercise of getting it out of the asteroid belt. The field they were in was over sixty kilometers thick and three times as wide - stretching around the entire system. The thunder egg was buried as close to the middle of the field as one could imagine - and in a dense section as well. To simply clear an extraction path was perilous as it was. The field was relatively stable. Move one rock too fast and it would bump into another and so on - setting off a chain reaction that could endanger miners hundreds of kilometers away. Beyond *that* issue, was the problem of detection. Pirates made great fortunes by watching the belt and looking for the orderly movement of rocks. If they saw a hole opening up, they swooped in as quickly as possible and would poach finds away - leaving the miner dead with little remorse. "What happens once the rock is clear of the belt?" asked Yuri. "Once an asteroid is no longer in the belt region and has established an identifiable trajectory, it can be registered as an official claim. All one needs to do is broadcast their ID, the size, shape, and mass of the asteroid, and file a claim code. Sadly, because of holes in interplanetary law - no claim may be filed on an entire rock until it is clear of the asteroid belt and underway. It makes sense, in a way - there are billions of rocks in this belt alone - someone could lay claim to the entire belt if the law allowed, and where would that get us?" "I understand," said Yuri. "Then what is the standard method for extraction?" "Slow and steady," explained Irina. "In all your learning, did you make happen across a reference to a fifteen puzzle, or a mystic puzzle." "I did!" said Yuri, excited to recognize the phrase. "However, the article I referenced was rather vague about what it was." "Here," said Irina. "Station, please display a 15 puzzle on the touch screen bedside. Standard pattern. Explain the goal." "Displaying 15-puzzle," said the station. "Sixteen squares in total with one piece being blank. The remaining squares are numbered one to fifteen. Once shuffled, the goal of the game is to return the fifteen squares to a sequential pattern by moving the squares into the blank space and reordering the puzzle. Squares may not be removed and reinserted." "I comprehend the puzzle," said Yuri, "but I don't understand the meaning as it relates to extraction of the thunder egg." "Take the puzzle," said Irina, "and make it three dimensional. When we extract the thunder egg, we may only move one asteroid at a time, and very slowly so we don't attract any attention. Once a space is cleared for the thunder egg, we move it there - but we must then move the other rocks around it back so there is only one 'blank' at a time. The asteroid field is so densely packed here, we don't have the choice of clearing a direct path." "I see now," said Yuri. "How long will it take?" "I already asked the station to start calculating an exit for the thunder egg. Station, how is it coming?" "I have identified seven possible exit scenarios," chimed the station. "Awaiting evaluation from you." "Can't the station simply figure it out for itself?" asked Yuri. "No," said Irina, shaking her head. "Computers can calculate the physical variables very well. However, it isn't much use at evaluating external variables: Where pirates might be hiding; better paths for adjustment if we *are* detected; good paths if it comes to battle - ones that are better for us than attackers." "Battle?" asked Yuri. "Do you mean it might actually come to combat?" "Gods willing, no." said Irina. "But we need to be prepared." For the next day, Irina and Yuri poured over the possible paths the computer had modeled. Yuri had truly learned a great deal in Irina's absence. He appeared to have an eidetic memory and had absorbed everything he'd watched or studied from the data banks. He also had a good level of comprehension - he was able to process them and extrapolate new ideas from his knowledge. Whatever Yuri was, he wasn't stupid. He was, however, incredibly naïve. He kept finding quicker ways to extract the thunder egg, but Irina had to correct him each time - pointing out the risks of detection or attack. "I don't understand," he said one time, "if someone attacks us - why can't we simply radio them and ask them not to?" Irina considered the question carefully. If they were to be attacked, she needed to find some way to break through Yuri's youthful naivete. "Listen Yuri," she said. "In space, there is one chance. All it takes is one laser through your suit and you're boiled, one projectile into a sled and you are gone. That's the way bad people work. They don't ask questions, they don't hesitate. If we are to be attacked and I am to stay alive, the only way to play the game is shoot-to-kill. Understood?" "Understood," said Yuri, though it was clear he still didn't quite grasp the overall concepts of human violence and combat. Yuri became bored after a while and tried to pull a video on the second console. The video displayed, but was choppy and sticking. "Why are the vids not working?" he asked. She held up a silencing finger and continued focusing on the computer models of the asteroid field. "Later," she said, but the issue was soon forgotten. After another day of calculations, they determined the best sequence for extracting the thunder egg and flew to it to prepare things. They worked quickly to get the thrusters in place and program the drones for the sequence they'd mapped out. Just before activating the sequence, Yuri asked permission to see inside of the thunder egg. Irina agreed, and they flew inside. Allowing for a bit more light, Irina was stunned at both the beauty of the interior, and the volume of the Meissnerium. There were a few splits in the material where one could see that the metal was at least three meters thick all the way around the egg. Yuri pointed down to a large boulder, indicating he wanted permission to bring it back with them. She nodded in agreement and he picked it up. "Why the nugget?" she asked as they were returning to base. "I want to *play* with it, you might say. Ordinarily, superconductors need a highly cooled environment. We can extract wire from this and perform many experiments with them - we do have time after all, the extraction of the thunder egg will take nearly two months. "Very true," she said. "Now, time to activate the thrusters." She pushed the 'go' sequence on the sled and the thunder egg and first target asteroid began shifting very slowly. "It could go faster," said Yuri. "We could move things much faster with no damage of setting off a chain reaction." "Once more, Yuri," she said, smiling. "Pirates have scanners that detect motion. However, there is always some sort of motion in the asteroid field. If they set their scanners for any motion, they would go crazy. So, they look out for anything moving too rapidly. We keep our motion below that threshold and we are safe." \*\*\* Upon their return to the base, they found themselves suddenly stuck in a rather monotonous situation. They *could* mine some more, but the thunder egg represented the last mining Irina would ever have to do. Plus, the extraction needed a good amount of attention. Not that they had to watch the monitors constantly, but if something did go wrong they needed to get to it right away and being stuck in the middle of another rock didn't make much sense. After the first few hours of monitoring and being sure the proper alarms were in place, Irina turned and evaluated Yuri. "So...there's not much to do, really." "This is true," said Yuri, who was evaluating a small nugget of the Meissnerium. "And without much to do... maybe we could *do* some things." "I'm not sure if I comprehend the underlying meaning of your statement." "Oh, my Yuri," she said, grinning. "You are so very wonderful at times. Come with me and make love, my marvelous creature." "Oh," said Yuri, putting down the metallic rock. "When you say 'do' you want me to 'do you', as they say in some vids." "Now you're catching on," whispered Irina into his ear. The next weeks were ones of constant lovemaking. Irina was both excited and honored to have the duty of teaching Yuri how to truly make love. Though he was certainly a satisfying and inexhaustible sex partner - Irina realized he was not yet a *lover*. What better thing to do than to teach him. Since he already seemed to have adaptive mechanisms toward her, the teaching was not all that difficult. \*\*\* "Right there," Irina urged. "Did you feel that? The little touch on your legs, the way I pulled you a bit?" "Yes," said Yuri. "That was my way of telling you to slow down and push in a little deeper." "It was?" he said, surprised. "Why did you not just say so?" "Because we were kissing. Besides, there are many times when I'm so involved in what we are doing, I don't wish to switch on the part of my brain that lets me talk. I just want to enjoy what's happening at just that moment." Yuri had a curious expression on his face. "Do you mean, when you are making love you are not thinking of other things?" "I try not to." "Why? The human brain is quite complex. You should be capable of thinking of many things at once." "Yes, but..." Irina trailed off and giggled. "You really aren't understanding. How to explain, how to explain..." She mused on the subject for a while. "The station," she said finally. "This place has multiple processors that are very, very powerful. However, when we were running the models for extracting the thunder egg you tried to watch a video and it was too slow. That was because the station was putting all of its attention toward the computer modeling. That was the most important task, so all cycles went there." "I see," said Yuri, "I'm wondering if that's why..." He trailed off. "What?" asked Irina. "I'm not sure," said Yuri. "Let us continue." They began making love again. If Irina had thought Yuri was an attentive lover before, it was nothing like the transformation he went through next. Every microgram of his being seemed to be focused on what they were doing. The responses she had been teaching him now seemed to come naturally and their bodies worked together in perfect unison. Yuri increased the pace and Irina felt the telltale signs of climax approaching. "Oh Yuri, don't stop," she begged him. "Keep going, just like that. Fuck me. Fuck me, Yuri!" A seismic orgasm shook her body and Yuri kept sliding in and out of her. "Oh Irina," he suddenly moaned. "Irina! Something is... Ahh!" Yuri's body began to shudder and he pulled her to him tightly, moaning in an almost painful manner. He suddenly stiffened and proceeded to simply moan rhythmically for several moments. "Yuri? Yuri my love, what's wrong? Talk to me?" Finally, he was able to form words. "So that's what it feels like," he said, still gasping. "I finally know what you feel during climax." "Oh, my Yuri, did you finally have an orgasm? How wonderful!" "It makes sense," said Yuri. "I know that my body has been attempting to learn how to be more human. It has been growing nerve pathways and pleasure centers. However, I have usually been processing many separate thought streams while making love to you. With your advice, I encouraged all of my being to think only of our sexual activity. That focus suddenly opened the ability for my pleasure centers to go further. In a way, it was like I was overloaded - it was like surplus voltage in a resistor unit." "Well," mused Irina, "a bit scientific, but you are certainly on your way." "I still did not ejaculate. I'll continue trying to discover how to produce the proper fluid." \*\*\* Their sex only got better from that point forward. They became practically inseparable in every manner. Even when they were checking the process of the thunder egg, Irina was often seated in Yuri's lap and riding him as they both peered at the screen. Irina, however, needed to sleep. While she did, Yuri occupied himself with the Meissnerium. He spun out the metal into ultra-fine wire and began winding it into various shapes and experimenting with different currents. He also made some side excursions to nearby rocks to collect other supplies. Irina didn't ask about what he was doing after he assured her it was safe. It kept him occupied during her sleep cycles, giving her much-needed rest from the concentration needed for the asteroid movements... and from the beast she had awakened in a very 'hungry' Yuri (not that she was complaining). \*\*\* About four weeks into their wait, one of the thrusters began showing the signs of an imbalance. Diagnostics showed it needed a simple adjustment, but it was one best performed by hand. "I'll do it," said Irina. "I've got a bit of station fever and it will be nice to get out. You stay here and mind things." They were in close enough proximity that they could stay in contact via a short-range spectrum. Just after Irina had completed the repairs, Yuri's voice sounded in her ear." "Irina, what is FM Radio?" "FM Radio? What a funny question. It was a band utilized for broadcasting music on ancient earth and some of the earlier planets. Primarily one-way. It was abandoned for higher spectrums more suited to space." "That's what the databanks said, too." "Why do you ask, Yuri?" "Some of our equipment is broadcasting in that spectrum. It isn't music though, but a repeating series of tones." "Yuri," whispered Irina, the panic in her voice evident even over the radio. "Yes, Irina?" "Get out. Get out of the station and hide!" "But Irina..." It was too late, a huge exploding noise sounded through the comm, and then nothing. "Yuri!" cried Irina. "Yuri!" A beacon started flashing on her console. She was being hailed on another band. "This is Irina Ivanov, please identify." A raspy voice sounded over the comm. "Irina Ivanov, happy to meet you. We are the new owners of your claim." "And how do you figure that?" she asked. "Because we have two cannons aimed directly at you and we have taken your base station. Please proceed back to your base. We can have a nice, friendly conversation, no?" Irina flew back to the station without deviating from the most direct path. There were two sleds on her tail, undoubtedly with tracker missiles ready to fire at any moment. She viewed her station with chagrin. There was a temporary airlock sealed to the outside, meaning they'd blown the entrance and since repressurized the station. Her only thought was for Yuri. She couldn't help but wonder if he was floating helplessly in space. She parked beside the airlock and tethered up, keeping her arms in the air all the while and submitting to scans. Once inside she was met by a surprisingly clean-cut crew who remained in their suits, but had their helmets off. The leader, an obviously rejuved man with a handsome face marred by a small scar along the jaw, evaluated her with a leering eye. "Irina Ivanov," he said in a strong accent. "Marat Novotny. Nice to meet someone with a common ancestry." "I'm afraid I can't say the same," said Irina, coldly. "Strip please," he said with a cold nod. "I'm sorry?" "Don't apologize, just strip. We can't take any chances. Come on now, all of it." Irina had no choice, and she knew she would have done the same had she been in a similar situation. Scanners aside, it was easy to hide a detonator among the shielded fabric of a space suit. Rebels in the belt wars had been known to even weave charges into the very suits themselves. Though she would have done the same, she would have provided her captor more dignity. Marat made her strip down, to absolutely nothing, in front of his entire leering crew - four men and two women... and the women seemed even more interested. "Satisfied?" asked Irina. "Oh, very," said Marat. "You can put on your regular clothing as it is obviously cold in here." She rolled her eyes at the sophomoric comment and grabbed her clothes quickly. "Now Irina," said Marat once she was dressed. "We have two questions for you. One, where is your partner - this Yuri. Two, where and what exactly is this treasure you are extracting from the belt?" Irina's heart leapt. Yuri had clearly not been sucked out in the depressurization vacuum, they would have seen him if he was. Further they didn't know the location of the thunder egg or its contents. That was her one piece of insurance that was keeping her alive. "I've found a rich source of Helium 3 and Tritium," said Irina. "As far as my partner, I'm assuming he's dead." "That would be called double-bullshit," said Marat with a dangerous grin. "Your partner did not eject when we blew the hatch - so we can only assume you have a safe room somewhere on this rock you call a station. As for your claim, we don't know what you've got - but we do know that a very fast, very well-guarded ship from Interplanetary Provisioning is *en route* to the little smelter in our part of the universe. We also know that Nelondo pulled a very nice disappearing act the day after you paid a visit to that same smelting station. " Irina's eyes couldn't help but give a telltale flash at the mention of Interplanetary Provisioning. IP was *the* company when it came to ships, circuitry, and military contracts. If IP was on the way, her find was likely worth even more than Nelondo had predicted. Nelondo's disappearance didn't mean he had been abducted. Irina assumed it just meant that he was being smart. "I see you know of IP," said Marat. "So, don't give me a load of crap about fusion-ready material that I could harvest from every other moon if I needed to. If IP is coming here it is big. In terms of your partner, we detected no life forms and saw no bodies. I'll do one more search and then this Yuri will begin hearing your cries as we do... many unpleasant things to you. Let's just leave it at that." "You, and you" ordered Marat to one of the women and one of the men. "Go and do your best - there must be a hollow somewhere in here and it must be very well shielded." The two crewmembers began their search with tools and scanners. After several minutes, laughter was heard from the hall and they returned... with a plain cotton mannequin being dragged by the woman. "We found Yuri!" she said, giggling. "And wait until you see him." Yuri had returned to his base state, with a couple of exceptions. Between his legs was the ultravibe, attached with some sort of heavy-duty adhesive. He had the sketched-on face once more, and across his chest, in crude handwriting, were scrawled the letters "YURI". "Oh, you clever vixen," chortled Marat. "You set up a decoy so we think you have a partner. Altering your voice first, you sent out a false conversation. And some lover! What a guy, huh?" Everyone was laughing as Marat kicked the mannequin around the floor. The other female crewmate bent down to examine the Ultravibe. "At least she's got good taste in toys," said the woman. "I think I'll keep this for myself." With a rough tug, she pulled off the Ultravibe - tearing a small gash in Yuri's pelvic region. What no one saw, except Irina (who had to suppress a shout of joy) was the way the tear rapidly repaired itself. Nor did they see the wink his charcoal eye gave her. Marat turned to her with an ever more menacing glare. "So, we know that Yuri is a fuck toy - you might want to consider upgrading. I have sex-droid at home called Julia. Julia could suck the ceramic off a triple insulator, let me tell you. Anyway, Irina..." He smacked her across the face, knocking her to the floor. Irina had taken stock of the weaponry at hand and knew that regardless of Yuri's composition, he could not withstand a blast from a full laser or implosion cannon. She saw Yuri jerk at Marat's blow, but gave a barely perceptible shake of her head for him to stay down. "Irina," continued the Marat, "the time for games is over. Unless you want to be fucked and mistreated the way you've done with this doll, it is time you tell us what your great secret is." Irina stayed on the ground and kept looking at Yuri, who no one paid any attention to. Suddenly, his sketched-on eyes shifted and began to display letters in a scroll-board fashion. G-I-V-E T-H-E-M S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G . W-I-L-L F-I-X L-A-T-E-R. "It's a superconductor," said Irina, doing her best to signal defeat. "A metal that works as a superconductor at up to four hundred degrees kelvin." Though not all his crew understood the implications, it was clear that Marat was the leader for a reason - he comprehended the value immediately. "Please don't lie to me, Irina," he said, grabbing her face roughly. "I don't like being lied to." "I'm not lying," said Irina. "I had a hard time believing it myself." "God damn!" cried Marat. "How much of it?" "A lot." "A lot. Now, you will tell me where it is. With your systems down, we need your help to find it." "Not a chance," said Irina. "I give you the location, I'm as good as dead. How about if we form a partnership. I can cut you in." "Problem is, we are already stretched thin with our shares," said Marat. "I am reasonable man. We will go check your sled's records. That will give you time to consider. If we find nothing, when we return - you will tell us or we will persuade you. Trust me, you don't want to be persuaded. Angie, Marcus - you stay and watch her." The two crewmembers who had searched the station and found Yuri were left behind to keep guard over her. If nothing else, they were professional. They said nothing to her and simply stood by, one of them always keeping an eye on Irina, the other scanning the exits to the room. What they didn't see, was the transformation in Yuri. In less than a second, he suddenly transformed back to his human form and silently stood between them. "Hello," he said with a bark. With trained reflexes indicative of their past military experience, the two mercenaries turned with guns drawn and firing. Yuri's body seemed to dissolve at the point of the blasts. Not like the beam had found purchase, but like a hole appeared in his body directly where the weapons were aimed. The imploders fired directly through Yuri without ever touching him. Each of the mercenaries stared at each other in shock as the contents of their torsos (hearts, lungs, intestines, etc.) spontaneously collapsed. They were dead in less than a three second span. "You're amazing," whispered Irina. Footsteps were already approaching. "Get down, act hurt," urged Yuri. Irina did as ordered and watched as Yuri transformed to look like he was wearing a space suit. As the door burst open, he flew past the first pirate, knocking her aside. He moved so quickly no one was able to even fire a shot as he dashed through the outer dock, grabbing a large case as he passed them and punched a hole through the wall into the outer lock. A quick hole formed, but it sealed up rapidly as temporary air locks were designed for. "Who the fuck was that?" asked Marat of Irina, holding a gun to her temple. "Yuri," she said. "The dummy? I don't think so." "Do you see him?" asked Irina, gesturing to the floor. "Give me the comm," shouted Marat angrily. "Listen Yuri. We have Irina and she is about to die. " "You listen," said Yuri's voice from the other end. "If you kill her, you will never find our claim and you will all die. I am willing to negotiate. I will meet you near our asteroid and we can arrange a trade at that point. Harm one hair on her head and the deal is off." Marat had no choice but to agree. Irina was taken roughly into the pirate's battle shuttle and shackled to a seat in the back. They awaited word from Yuri who finally radioed two hours later. "Marat," said Yuri's voice. "I am going to read out a path and coordinates to reach our source. Please proceed at a normal pace." Marat clearly didn't like being the one receiving orders and grumbled the entire way as they sailed to the thunder egg. Upon arriving, Irina looked up with surprise. Attached to the outside of the thunder egg was a grappling hook and tether, ready to attach. "There it is," said Marat. "Run scans!" Seek out life forms, explosive sources, anything you can find." "It's a thunder egg," said the engineer following the scan. "It seems to have some sort of magnetic field, but I can tell you there are massive quantities of metal inside. No explosives or weaponry detected nearby. Some discarded equipment which looks to be a large generator or something. No apparent risk." "Very good Yuri," said Marat into the comm. "Now we have your lovely little nest egg, how do you wish to handle this?" "Leave her," said Yuri. "Leave her floating in a suit and I will retrieve her after you depart." "As you wish," said Marat. He switched off the comm and whispered to the engineer. "Where is he?" "No idea," said the engineer. "He's bouncing his signal all over the place. No real way of tracking him. As far as I know, he's sitting on our hull." "Very well," said Marat into the comm. "We will do as you wish." While they were preparing Irina, they also started placing thrusters on the rocks remaining in the path of the thunder egg. With the firepower at hand, they would simply push out the rocks in their way and tow out the egg - announcing their claim once clear of the belt parameters. Irina was given a spare suit. "Put in a remote detonator," whispered Marat. "No trickery," said Yuri over the comm almost instantly. Please remove the detonator." "How is he doing that?" asked Marat. The engineer shrugged. At the same moment the thrusters began to push the rocks out of the belt to clear their path, Irina was pushed out of the battle shuttle and left drifting in space. "She's all yours," said Marat. "You're just lucky we detected no weaponry around or she would already be dead." "Understood," said Yuri. "Marat," said the engineer. "Three ships *en route*." "Intercept time?" asked Marat. "Not until we're well clear of the belt." "Very good," said Marat. "You know Marat, I have become fascinated by superconductors in the past months," said Yuri's voice over the comm. Irina, who was also tuned into the channel, couldn't help but wonder at Yuri's logic. "Do tell me about superconductors," encouraged Marat. "I'm excited to learn more about how I will be richest man in universe." "They are most wonderful materials," said Yuri. "They are capable of creating phenomenal generators as well as isolation fields." "Yes, yes," agreed Marat, humoring Yuri. By now, the battle shuttle had attached to the thunder egg and begun pulling it, it was approaching ideal velocity. "Do you want to know my favorite property of superconductors?" inquired Yuri. "What is that, Mr. Yuri?" "They are the perfect capacitor, capable of holding a charge indefinitely. Imagine, the ability to store a charge of huge proportions in for as long as you wish. All one needs is a complete loop of the superconductor. "Nice, nice," murmured Yuri. "Velocity reached," whispered the engineer. "Good," whispered Yuri. "Prepare to eliminate our lovely Irina." "It occurred to me," said Yuri. "The thunder egg represents a wonderful loop, hundreds of thousands of pounds of pure Meissnerium in a closed circuit." "Marat," said the engineer. "I'm not detecting a heat signature, but there seem to be traces of movement within the asteroid." Marat's eyes suddenly grew wide. "Disconnect," he ordered. "Disconnect from the tether!" "But..." "Do it now!" It was too late. The next moment, over two terawatts leapt up strands in the tether and into the shuttle. A great spark shone from within, and the seams of the hatch pushed open with smoke pouring out as only it can in space. There was nothing recognizable left in the interior of the ship. A few minutes later, a remotely controlled sled swept in and stopped next to Irina. She boarded the sled and flew to the thunder egg where a doll-like figure was waving. Once inside the sled, Yuri resumed his human form and was buried in kisses from Irina. The fried shuttle had already been ejected and Irina attached the sled to the tether. They were almost clear of the asteroid field. "How?" asked Irina. "In a moment," said Yuri. "We are officially beyond the belt." "This is miner Irina Ivanov, I.D. X-Ray Tango Niner Niner Seven. According to the material claim act, seven-three-three, I hereby assert ownership of the asteroid I currently have in tow. It is a hollow thunder egg of approximately one kilometer in diameter, bearing precious metals within. Stand by for final identification." One could almost sense the disappointment in the approaching ships on the scanners as they slowed to a halt and turned back to their watching posts. "It was really quite simple," explained Yuri. "I had previously constructed a hyper-generator of surprising power. As soon as I reached the thunder egg, I began charging the interior, which I knew would not register as a threat. The egg became nothing more than a huge capacitor. The tether was interwoven with Meissnerium cable. Once we were in motion, I simply completed the circuit, so the stored energy had a path and went directly into their ship. "You, my Yuri, are a brilliant man." \*\*\* The processing of the thunder egg took far longer than Irina could have anticipated. There were contracts to be signed, and countless negotiations regarding rights and patent royalties. It was Nelono who had happened upon the idea of licensing the majority of the Meissnerium, not selling it. If a military ship needed Meissnerium wire for a laser cannon, they could 'rent' that wire. When the cannon was decommissioned, they could return it. She was indeed lucky that she had been recommended to Nelondo because he was both trustworthy and a fierce negotiator. He confided in her that he was also moving to Planet Summer with his commission. Yuri could now turn himself at will between his doll and human forms with very little effort. This had made it easy for him to come aboard the station without detection, and then return to his human form in their quarters. Once she received her first payment, she was able to secure a forged I.D. for Yuri that might not stand up against interplanetary travel scrutiny, but was more than good enough for him to move about the station. So, while Irina oversaw the processing of the contents of the thunder egg, and dealt with contract and payment negotiations, Yuri had his first chance to wander about and interact with society for the first time. When the final day of negotiations were done, a happy Irina was informed that she was now in the top 100 wealthiest people in the Universe. Beyond that, with the licensing option, she would have an ongoing revenue stream.. Lester and his gang had been her main team on all the processing. They had even served as ad hoc security guards, sniffing out the many times when workers had tried to sneak out with chunks of Meissnerium in their pockets. Even a small nugget was equal to many months' pay. After the final payment was submitted, Irina and Yuri met Nelondo, as well as Lester, Bimi, and all their crew in the tavern. Nelondo was well taken care of. As for the Hanumen, they had already been well paid, but they had proved so valuable, she had one more bonus for them. "Lester," said Irina. "I am so grateful for the work that you and your tribe did on the thunder egg. I would like to find a way to thank you properly for your help." "No need, no need, Irina-Lady," said Lester. "You top most-good lady, and paid top-most good money. We glad-helping you with good work." "Yes, yes, I know," said Irina. "But you're my tribe-kind, my most good tribe-kind." The room grew quiet. '*Tribe-kind*' was a term reserved for the most sacred of relationships among the Hanumen. Cousins, war-friends, or most exceptional circumstances were generally the sort of things that would bring about this honorific. "We thank you," said Lester, solemnly. "We most honored that a fine good treasure-finder thinks most high of Hanuman friends." "Well, I mean it," said Irina. "You took better care of my find than any could have. I thought about buying you land on Marshall's Planet, but Nelondo said that wouldn't be a proper gift. Marshall's Planet was one of the lushest in the known systems. Jungles, savannahs, abundant water. Irina had thought it would be a good gift to give them a place to live there. However, Nelondo had informed her that didn't tie into the way of the Hanumen. "That... would be most-kind of Irina-Lady," said Lester. "But, there is all-play no work there. Hanumen, we have saying. Happy work make Hanumen most happy." "So I heard," said Irina. "Then I thought, what if I brought most-good play place to Hanumen, my tribe-kind." Right on cue, a great globe began to come into view outside of the tavern windows. It was a huge ship with a hab-sphere on one end and an interstellar drive on the other. The Hanumen began their grunting, whooping barking noises indicative of curious excitement as they all rushed to the window to take it in. The hab-sphere was verdant green with vines growing throughout and what appeared to be ornate tree houses interspersed here and there. "Hanumen can't work all day," said Irina. "So, it seems to me that they should have a play-live place to habitate." The meaning of her words slowly sank in with the Hanumen. Bimi was the first to speak. "Does...does Irina-Lady mean that we should make-home in this sky-heaven?" "I do," said Irina. "I make a gift of this to my tribe-kind. It is yours to live in here, but it also has a top-notch hyperdive, so if you wish to find work elsewhere, you can travel in style." Lester went to Irina and took her hand, placing it on top of his head. "Irina-Lady *is* tribe-kind. We thank you top-up most-ever. For now and ever, all Hanumen open homes to Irina-Lady." The Hanumen whooped in agreement and thanked her. Each and every one of them gave gratitude individually, and also paid homage to Yuri as her mate. \*\*\* They returned to their temporary quarters and Irina was treated to her own surprise. The bed was strewn with rose petals and the room was hung in red and pink silks. A tray of strawberries, chocolate, and the rarest of lustfruits from the Zen system was on the bedside table. "What a nice surprise for the completion of the contracts," she said to Yuri, who had just appeared from behind one of the curtains. "It isn't just for that," said Yuri. "It is our second Valentine's Day together." "Is it?" squealed Irina. "How perfect! So tell me Yuri, should we make like they do in the vids?" "Romcom or porn?" "Oh, let's start with one and work up to the other." \*\*\* Irina was nearing her fifth orgasm, this one brought on by Yuri's thrusting *and* vibrating cock. "Now you," she begged him. "Please Yurochka, cum for me." Yuri complied, and Irina gasped at the warm feeling flooding inside of her. It sprayed again and again, filling her pussy with intense heat. For the first time, his warm and wonderful cum filled her interior. "Oh Yuri, you did it! You finally did it." "A good surprise?" asked Yuri. "The best ever," she sighed. "How good that felt." \*\*\* Irina waited on the boarding walk of the Freedom of the Stars, the largest and most opulent of interstellar liners. She was *en route* to Planet Summer, but was making a multi-system tour first. The majority of her gear was stowed below, but she had one bag of clothes and one large case with her. She stepped up to the attendant, a pretty girl with a very friendly demeanor. "Hello, Miss Ivanov, and welcome aboard the Freedom. We are honored to have you aboard." "Thank you." "What items are you bringing aboard, personally?" "Clothing and one sleep doll, a pillow man for comfort." "Very good" said the girl. "Those sleep dolls are growing more and more popular lately." "Are they?" asked Irina. "Oh yes, we have at least nine or ten each journey - and people are fiercely loyal to their dolls. Bedmate Wonders, I believe is what they are called. I've noticed very few of the people with the dolls choose coital companions from the other passengers. The dolls must provide a great deal of comfort." "Yes, they do," said Irina, her wheels turning at the implications of the girl's remarks. "Please step in for scanning," said the attendant. Irina stepped into the glass booth and felt the gentle hum of the scanners engaging. Her silhouette showed up on the display behind the receiving desk from the top down. It all appeared normal until a small red area began to glow in her abdomen. "Oh my," said the attendant. "Is anything wrong?" asked Irina. "I wouldn't say 'wrong'," she said, beaming. "I do need to move you to an interior cabin, though, where there is better shielding. Good news, we have a wonderful maternity suite still available." "Maternity?" cried Irina. "But I'm not... I couldn't..." "But you are," said the grinning girl. "A full month along already. What joyful news. And a boy!" In the cabin, Irina unfolded Yuri, who quickly sprang into shape with a huge smile. "Yuri!" she cried. "How could this happen?" "Do not be concerned," he said reassuringly. "I drew on your genetic material, but also made many improvements. He will bear a resemblance to many of your ancestors and he will be healthy enough to live hundreds of years, even without rejuve. Irina, what is wrong? You seem angry." "Yuri," she said, "I am... I am overwhelmed, not angry. To become pregnant, that's a big decision." "But I assumed you knew. I told you I was endeavoring to learn how to produce realistic seminal fluid. The natural product of such fluid would obviously be a child, wouldn't it?" "Obviously," said Irina, laughing. "Come here and make love to me while we still can - before you find me fat and ugly." "I would never find such a thing." "Of course you wouldn't," she sighed. "Now fill me up with that lovely tool you created for me." He did, and she gasped as she did every time she felt the perfection of their union. "What should we name it?" he asked between thrusts. "Valentine," she said. "Valentine Mikael Ivanov." "That's a nice name," he said. "I think so. Yuri, could you vibrate yourself... but not too much. Just a little." "Like this?" Irina's eyes closed in bliss. "Yes, like that."

Hotel: Front Desk

I worked at a large hotel to support Dottie. Forever it seemed. She was older by at least ten years, but she was missing her left leg. I always thought we shared something special. Often she would welcome me home wearing nothing. Sex was great; all forms shared, often to excess. She left me for another woman a year ago. I moved away to a huge costal city and began working in a large swank hotel facing the ocean. I had hopes of finding someone new among the flocks of tourists. \- I push the form across the marble counter and watch as Leah rests the shiny metal hook of the prosthetic arm to steady it before signing the bottom holding a pen in her real hand. She smiles wantonly at me for a moment before taking the cardkey and pushing it between the halves of the hook. "Let know if I can do anything," I tell her. She continues to study me for longer than necessary, and then says in a sensual voice that makes me think of the sirens of the Odyssey, "You know my room number." I have no wax for my ears and hear the words echo in my mind. I watch her hips sway under the black designer jeans as she walks towards the elevator. The hook dangles beside her. I remember fondly the vision of the deep valley between her breasts and wonder what she looks like naked and without the arm. Seeing what I am looking at, Dave says quietly, "Poor woman." He then waits for the next customer in line to step forward. For the next hour, I check people in and out with less enthusiasm as I remember Leah. "What's wrong?" Dave asks when no one is at the counter. "Nothing. Just a long day I guess. You know how that is." "Yeah, man. Did you see that last babe I waited on? Whew, legs from here to China ... and a rack to boot." A man steps up to the counter and the conversation ends abruptly. Dave takes care of him as I go into the back to clock out for the day. As I walk into the lobby, I see Leah step from the elevator without the hook. She has changed into a sleeveless black t-shirt and loose fitting white cotton slacks that drape over her black running shoes. I look at the way the t-shirt grips her body, as a lover should. Her breasts jostle with each step. The left arm ends midway to the elbow and hangs casually. I wait and watch. She sees me. "Oh, hi Mark." Her voice is sweet and inviting. I am impressed she noticed my nametag, or remembers my name. "Hey! Another day over." "I was just going to have a late lunch. Join me." She glances towards the hotel coffee shop then back at me. "Sure." I follow her to a booth by a window near the back and sit across from her. I enjoy her face in silence for a while as the hostess places opened menus in front of us then walks away. Leah's face is sweet and her lips beg for kisses. The ice blue eyes hold my attention. "You're staring," she playfully teases. "Sorry. I guess I was just taken with your loveliness." She moves her stump slightly and looks intently at my face. "Perhaps this interests you." Her voice is not accusing, but teasing as if she is baiting me. "Well, of course. It's not every day I have a late lunch with a beautiful woman with one arm." I chuckle softly. The older, chubby waitress is standing by the booth tapping her pad with a pencil. "Should I come back?" "No Martha," I tell her. We place our orders and she walks away. "Is she more your type?" Leah laughs. "No, no, not at all. You're my type." "What, you dig chicks with one arm?" "Would that be so bad, especially if you are the 'chick'?" She reaches across the table and holds my hand. "No it would not. I guess I just needed to test you a little. Some guys, well, they don't treat me as nicely as you are. They ... they think I'm desperate. Older guys, old enough to be my father, they just want to take care of me. I just want a man that will be with me, be a good lover. Is that you?" "Sure ... I'd like to be yours. We just met though." "I know, and there is no rush. Just, things to clear out of the way ... you know." "I think I understand. Believe me; if it is only about your arm, don't worry. I love the way you look without it." "Thank you. I appreciate the vote of confidence." She looks at me for a while in silence. Our order comes. She covers her fries with salt and ketchup then takes a bite of her burger. I watch with interest how well she does things with just one hand. "Sometimes the hook helps hold things while I cut or pick something up. It didn't take long to learn to do things with one hand. It's not so bad." "You look comfortable that way." "Listen, you probably didn't notice, but I'm missing both legs ... below the knee. I wear prosthetic legs." "Wow. I don't mind." "'Wow' as in the more stumps, the merrier?" She grins and a moment later, takes a bite of a fry. "Sorry. I was just showing a little.... I don't know what happened, but if I said anything that upset you...." She takes my hand and looks deep into my face. "Look, Mark. It's okay. I know most people don't know what to say. I just didn't want us to be getting all hot and bothered in bed and have you find out when I take my legs off." She giggles. "I'm not like most amputees. I am ... ah, comfortable being this way. I think you find it exciting that I am as well. That's a good thing." "I am having a good time in your company. I do like you. To be truthful, I do like that you are missing some parts. Otherwise, I wouldn't have waited for you." "If I hadn't happened to step off the elevator...." "I was on my way to knock on your door. After all, you did kind of invite me to find you." "Yeah, I guess I did." She giggles. We eat in silence for a while, often pausing to look at each other. I assume she undresses me in her thoughts just as I do her. She takes a deep breath for some reason, her chest swells pressing nipples tighter against the soft fabric. I imagine what they look like unhindered by the t-shirt, perhaps just as they fall free as I drag the fabric over her head. "You're a boob man," she teases, then works a fry between her lips as if she is giving head. "I wouldn't mind being that fry." I snicker. "I bet not." "Anything else?" Martha asks. She slides the check across the table and walks away without waiting for an answer she knows. Leah takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. "There's a boardwalk isn't there? I'm not good in the sand. Let's take a walk, see the scantly clad bodies for a while." "Sure." I sign the check with my employee number and stand, offering my hand to help her stand. "A gentleman, I see." She gives me a big smile then a peck on the lips. She leans close and whispers in my ear. "I bet you even will help a lady off with her legs." She pulls back and snickers. "Some ladies only need help with their shoes." We hold hands as we walk out the rear of the hotel, past the pool, onto the wide boardwalk. The sugar white sands spreads for over a hundred feet to the edge of the turquoise water lapping against the beach. A large wave crashes suddenly. I feel her grip tighten for a moment. My heart pounds hard. She leans against the railing and I stand close. Her hand rubs the small of my back. A woman with a firm body covered in well-tanned skin and a thong bikini walks towards the water. "Legs are so overrated," she whispers, to no one. I turn and take in her from the side for a long moment. "Are you a leg man?" she asks, as her head turns slightly in my direction. "Actually, no. You might say I'm a legless man." I laugh. She turns towards me and leans the elbow on the railing. "Long or short stumps?" "Anything above the knee, but something closer to the hip is my preference." "Hmmm," she mummers, letting her fingers rub her chin. "Mine are different length. One is quite short, the left one. The other is longer." "Wow." "I take it you approve." She smiles and pulls her hand firmly over a breast, almost offering it to me. "You sound like a real playground. I feel privileged." I pause to enjoy the view of her. My hand pulls at her back and she moves closer without resistance. Our lips touch and lost emotions fill me in a rush. Our tongues quickly get to know one another. "When do the rides open?" I tease, still holding her against me. She grinds slightly as she pecks my lips. "Soon," she tells me wantonly. \- The door to her room clicks shut in a familiar way. I watch her hips sway with each step. She pulls the t-shirt over her head in a fluid motion and tosses it onto the chair then turns towards me. A hand cups a breast and offers it. "Sucking some parts makes me come," she coos. "Won't tell you which." She laughs. "I guess I'll just have to try them all." I lean down and nibble the breast while letting my hand stroll between her thighs. "Let's just get naked and play," she offers, taking a step. She continues to the bed and sits on the edge then unsnaps her pants. She leans back on the one hand and looks at me wishfully. "Do you want to help a poor lady off with her legs?" She giggles. "Very much so." I sit as she lies on her back. The zipper makes a wonderful sound and her hips lift slightly to aid in getting the pants past. I leave the waistband just above the knees and remove her legs then let everything fall in a muffled thud on the floor. I pull at the top of the white French cut panties with my teeth, inhaling the wonderful aromas as my face passes her mound. My hand takes over as my lips return and kiss along the parting lips, licking deep through the wet folds of skin. My hands stroll over each leg stump, becoming acquainted with the soft ends. She moves them lovingly against my palms, letting tender sounds flow from her mouth as my tongue pulls her clitoris from its hood. I feel her fingers tussle with my hair as I adjust my position to be more directly between her thighs. The stumps spread and rub the sides of my face. She grinds softly against my mouth. "Oh-h," she moans. "Yeah-h, there." Her swollen bud rolls between my lips as several fingers vanish inside. Honey soils the digits and covers my chin as it dribbles out. My lips kiss the inside of the short thigh and across the fading scars. A hand molds the flesh under my mouth as I suck and bite. "Oh-h god-d ... yes-s. You found the magic place." I hear the arm stump pound hard against the bed and her hips writhe in pleasure. The longer stump slaps against my face then the bed. My fingers remain inside, feeling, probing, fucking. "Ah-h, ah," she begin saying repeatedly, her voice deep and low. "Finger me, suck my stump," she screams. "Eat my stump ... the short one." I press against the front of her channel and she roars in pleasure. The pressure remains and she roars again as I continue my feast on her stump. "Almost-t," she begs. Her hips flail and she grinds against my hand, my fingers hold in place. "Yeah-h, yeah-h." I watch from between her stumps as she falls limp. A smile forms across her face. "Baby-y," she coos. "Let me suck your cock, please-e." I slide my hips towards her face, leaving mine between her thighs and a hand on each stump. I nudge her and she rolls on top letting her stumps dangle on either side of my face, my tongue lapping though her slit. Her hand and arm stump fondle and play between my legs, soon her lips devour my shaft. I feel them roam along the warm skin and sometimes pausing to kiss the stretched skin across the swollen head, pecking at the precum oozing from the tip. Her lips tighten, the passages quicken. I know I can't hold back much longer. She fingers my balls, sometimes rolling them in her hand. Fingers join her lips and stroke together. My shaft tenses then the cream fills her mouth. She gulps as her lips suckle the head, fingers milking all I have to offer. We twist and turn until our lips are together. We taste each other though the long kiss. She presses against my lingering erection until I enter and swell. "Oh my-y," she says into my mouth. "Do you always come back so quickly?" "Just for you," I tease. "Such a kidder." "You sure make it easy. Alone, I've come four or five times in an evening." "Really? I thought I was the only orgasm junkie." Her hips worked up and down, her pussy massaging me into renewed firmness. "I enjoy masturbating in front of someone," she whispers slowly over the next few strokes. Her words helping the feel of her channel wrapped tight around my shaft. "We can do that together ... watch and play," I tell her. "I like that." "I hope there isn't someone at home." "Not in a long time. She was missing a leg, but at the end she ran off with a woman." "Jake was okay when I was missing just the arm. But as each leg came off, he grew angrier." "His loss, my gain." I laugh. "How about the remaining arm?" "It stays." She chuckles. "I'd lose my independence if that went away. Why, would you prefer me more if it wasn't there?" "Actually, you are perfect this way. I couldn't ask for anything better." "Sweetheart, that is so nice." "Hmmm, you taste delicious. I loved going down on you." "How'd I get so lucky? Wow." Her hips continue to slowly move her wet channel along my shaft as her tongue dives deep in my mouth and her arm stump caresses my face. I feel her short thighs press against mine and enjoy the lack of anything beyond them. I thrust against her and she thrusts against me. Repeatedly until I explode. "Darling," she coos. "I hope that it doesn't scare you that I don't want this to ever end." "It won't." "Hmmm, can I ask you a favor? I don't want to put my legs on just yet, but I need to piss really badly. Could you carry me?" "What a sacrifice." I laugh. "Sure." I scoop her in my arms, feeling her lightness against me as I walk towards the bathroom. I sit her on the toilet and ask if she'd prefer some privacy. She shakes her head. I watch the way her stumps partly cover the seat as I listen to the stream start then ends. She wipes between her thighs as she looks up at me. "At home, I have a powered wheelchair so I don't always have to wear the fucking legs." She chuckles. "I love the legless look, you know. I often wear a short skirt." She chuckles again lets me know she is finished. She cradles softly in my arms, her head resting against my neck with soft pecks applied. I stand by the large window facing the ocean and we watch the surf. "I love carrying you." "It feels good. It might be fun sometimes, to be carried out in public." She grins. "People would stare. I don't care." "Oh yeah, I could do that." "Will you stay here tonight? I don't want you to forget anything about me." "Maybe tomorrow night we can try my place. I want you to feel at home there. You can help me decide what needs changing to make it wheelchair friendly." "Mark-k," she drawls. "I will ... as long as I know you'll be with me."

Matter of Choice

Sarah and I grew up together. We were from the same country stock, hard working families that sweat together from daybreak to dark with almost no thought of weekends or vacations. Living on farms away from all of the rich kids that lived in town, with parents who had jobs and money caused us to gravitate towards each other. We were friends, the kind there is no explanation for. No matter where I was, she was somewhere nearby and vice-versa. Sometimes we would have a few hours free from work around the farms. Even as little children it was that way. Sarah and I would go down to the slough that ran by our places and splash and play with all that magic energy of youth, the kind only children can enjoy. We had no suits, we just stripped and carried on naked, no thought at all to the difference between us. I suppose I was about 10 or so when one day I was climbing out of the water, Sarah was looking at me oddly. "It is supposed to be that way?" she asked. "Is what supposed to be that way?" "THAT!" she said, pointing at the tiny lumps between my legs. I was suddenly embarrassed and I had no idea why, I pretended to not know what she was talking about, grabbing again at the rope to swing out and drop in the water. I sneaked a couple of glances at her after that, she looked the same as me until...I looked THERE! But I forgot about that in short order, the farm and work called as my Mom rang the bell to call us to the house. Sometimes Sarah and I would wrestle too, she really had no trouble at all handling me, delighting in taking me down and tickling me until I would scream. She always stopped before I cried, she always was careful to not hurt me. One day we were wrestling up in the hay loft, she was pressing my arms back and I resisted. I began to get the edge, somehow I was now bigger and stronger than her. I pinned her that day in victory, the first time ever. I remember the flushed look on her face, it turned reddish and it scared me so I let her go. It was about that time we went down to the slough to splash, we were climbing out when I spotted the reddish streak down her thigh. "Did you get cut?" I asked her. Sarah looked down, darted for her clothes and was off like a shot. I ran after her thinking she was hurt, I had no chance of keeping up with her. As I ran up to their door, concerned, her Mother met me and pushed me back. "Sarah is all right." she told me, looking at me oddly. I ran all the way to my own house, telling my Mom that Sarah got hurt. My Mother looked at me with that exact same expression, I was confused. We never swam naked after that, it was another year or so before I figured it out, partly from some things my father said and partly from taking notice of the farm animals around that had just been "there" before. Sarah began to change, I remember that day we waited for the bus to come and take us into town to school. Sarah was wearing a dress, I had never seen her in a dress before. She looked so pretty, I even told her that. All she did was turn bright pink and sit looking out the window all the way to town, quiet. We didn't wrestle anymore, either, there was no point. By now I was a good 3" taller and much heavier, it was like she stopped growing and I just kept on. The best description of our high school years was study, then go home and work. That never changed, there was always work, something to fix. I was doing more of the hauling hay and repairing the machines, Sarah now brought water and food to us out in the fields. Around the farm she wore the simple clothes a farm girl wears, but I liked her at school in the pretty colors and flowing dresses her mother made for her. The lumps that formed on her chest didn't shock me, by then I knew about that change, expected it. It was my junior year in school when I met Patra. Patra was a dark skinned, dark haired girl that had the ability to stand out in any room. She could not be missed. I was smitten by the new girl in school, so was every other boy in the classes. They all hovered around her, I was shy so I just watched from the sidelines as the other boys strutted around and acted silly trying for her attention. One day I was down at the feed store getting some grain sacks, I looked up and it was her behind the counter. Old man Johnson had hired her to tend the counter. She smiled at me and my world wrapped around me and made me stupid. "I need 100 of the ten..." She laughed. "You mean 10 of the hundred pound bags, right?" "Uh...yea..." Patra filled out the ticket and had me sign it, I reached out and shouldered a bag to carry it out to the old truck we owned. "Want a cart?" she still had that same smile. "Naw, I can get them." I wanted her to see how easily I could handle the feed sacks. I managed all 10 of them nicely and looked around to find her waiting on someone else and ignoring me. But now at school Patra always said "Hi!" with a big smile as she breezed by me. It always left me with a funny feeling, I liked her. It was late in my senior year before I got up the courage to actually ask her for a date. I had the use of our old car now, of course I could drive, I had been driving farm machinery since I could reach the pedals. I scrubbed and scrubbed that day, dressed up in my best clothes. My mother came out beaming, telling me I looked "so handsome". "Danny, Sarah will really be pleased." she told me. "Sarah? I'm not going out with Sarah, I have a date with Patra." Mom looked surprised. "Oh! I just thought..Sarah is such a nice girl." Mom really looked at me strangely. I thought a bit about that as I drove the old family car down the road towards town. Sarah? Mom thought I was DATING Sarah? She was...just my friend. Patra and I dated quite a bit after that, Sarah and I drew apart some because of course she couldn't be hanging around while we were off to the movies or the park or somewhere. The rest of the time though, Sarah was always there, always. But something was different, I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. We talked, we worked together, but she was a little..standoffish? It was just the first Fall after graduation that I asked Patra to marry me, she said yes. At the reception, Sarah came up to me, she stuck her hand out like she wanted me to shake it. I hugged her, happy with myself and my future. My lips touched hers, they were soft and something happened. She pulled free and darted away, running inside. I stood there staring after her with my mind completely blank until I realized someone else was talking to me. Then came the rice and Patra and I dashed for the car, off to what would be. Our union that night was our first, they way it was in our world. It was painful for her but I tried to be gentle. All was fine for several months, the nice mobile home Dad and I set up down by the old swimming hole was nice. I worked the farm like always, Patra did a fair job of keeping house and cooking, but she really was a bit out of her element. Sarah had gone off to college, I did miss her. It wasn't long before Patra began to want things. Farm life is hard and different, there usually is little money, but there usually is plenty of food and comfort. Patra spent any money that did arrive as quickly as I could make it. If she had spent it on things we could use, or things we needed, that would have been one thing. But the day she came home with a set of Diamond stud earrings I blew my stack. That was $600 we needed for seed and fuel. Of course we fought, she pouted, our sex life dropped to non-existant. One day I came home and she wasn't there, she arrived several hours later. She was drunk, not falling down drunk but giggly. There was more fights. Then one night I finally blew my stack, it was 10 PM and she was off somewhere, so I went looking. I found her, too. She was sitting in at Clancy's, a seedy bar in town down by the mill parking lot. The guy she was sitting way too close to I didn't know and I didn't care. I walked up to her and told her to get up and come home. She didn't want to, the guy got up with the usual "Look bud." That lasted 5 seconds. Patra came with me but when I got home the next day she was gone, so were her clothes. So was the remains of our bank account. The papers arrived, I didn't put up any fight. I lived alone, worked the farm. It was the way things always had been. A dozen long years went by, my Father fell ill and my Mother was caring for him all the time. All of the work running the farm became my job. It was a full time job, too, balancing loans for seed and fuel against time and weather. Some years slipping ahead, some years falling behind. I was resigned, I had made my choice. One day there was a knock on my door as I sat finishing my evening meal. I answered, It was Sarah. I was happy to see her, ushered her in. We sat until the wee hours of the morning bringing each other up to date. Sarah had been to Paris, travelled, seen the world. I had seen the highway into town, and the fields of our family farm. She told me that she was taking over her family farm next door. I knew her mom had passed a few years earlier, and her Dad was getting long in the tooth and it was becoming difficult for him. I had even been thinking of trying to buy him out if my crops had a solid year, the extra ground would add to the work but improve my chances. I was surprised, I was wondering just how she planned to do all that by herself. "I was hoping perhaps...partners?" she smiled at me. Partners. Maybe, yes, just maybe. I reached out and hugged her, happy. I was thinking of all the years we had worked side by side, satisfied with what we had. Her body pressed against me as my arms encircled her, I looked down at her face. For only the second time I leaned down and let my lips touch hers. I felt her hands reach around my back, her fingertips pressing, pulling me even closer. The sensation of our lips touching made my head swim, a vision of our kiss at my wedding, a vision of her dashing away crossed my mind. I gripped her more tightly, I did not want her to dash away again. Then we were fumbling, pulling at each other's clothing. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, her arms wrapped around my neck, her face nestled against my chest. As we began to explore, memories combined with the here and now poured through me. I touched my mouth to her soft breasts, the darker nubbin was firm, I kissed and licked all up and down her body, then my mouth found her sex. She exploded at my first touch, again moments later. I slid into position, she opened her legs, allowing me access. I pressed, felt a resistance as she stiffened for a second. I stopped, afraid I had hurt her. Her hands reached back and grabbed my buttocks and pulled, I felt her relax and entered. Our union was magic, it had been there all the time, I hadn't seen it. A choice, we all make our choice. After, we lay encased in each other's arms, we both dozed. I woke, it was perhaps and hour or so later. I sat up, looked over at Sarah, she lay there smiling at me. Glancing down, I spotted the blood. She saw my look, glanced down at herself. "You mean?" I asked her. "Yes, for you. It's always been for you." I hugged her, held her, happy. I had been such a fool. As I sit and write this many years later, I can see out the window. Our two fine sons work the fields, tending the next year's harvest. It looks to be a good one if the weather holds. I watch as the Wilson twins from just a mile down the road bring water to our boys. They are both pretty, just 14. I can see they both took the time to look their best, something I simply missed as a youth myself with Sarah. I know that our sons will one day have to choose, the choice is theirs of course. But I am thinking I just might prod things a bit.

1 - Absolutely Cuckoo

*OK, so this is number two in my 69 Love Stories series. That is my audacious and insane plan to write a story inspired by each song on the Magnetic Fields' brilliant 69 Love Songs album. These are going to be a little short and a little rough. Longer, more elaborate, stories are in the works. This particular one is an attempt at the old Manic Pixie Dream Girl theme. As such, it should be a little more light hearted. As always, it's a fairly slow build. I like my characters to wait for their chitty chitty bang bang. Oh, one last note. The story is written from Rick's perspective but the paragraphs in brackets are Kitty's editorial comments. I hope you enjoy! All rights reserved.* **Chapter 1** So the first time I saw her was in a stripclub. That didn't come out right. You see, I don't usually go to stripclubs. I was just having a bad day. Well, work had been good, but I got a nasty shock in my bathroom. That didn't come out right, either. OK, I'll just keep going. By some miracle of angles and doors I had managed to accidentally line the mirrors up perfectly so that I had a view of the back of my head that afternoon. It was traumatizing. Only men who have gone bald (and women too, I suppose) can understand this feeling, but it was the first time that I saw my bald spot. Suddenly, I had to face the truth that everyone I knew had been lying to me: my barber, my family members, my mom... I wasn't starting to thin a little, like they claimed. I was bald. It was a shock. The only thing left to do was to pull out the electric razor I had bought in preparation. So I shaved my head. After I finished that chore, I was feeling a little down. Which is why I decided to go to the stripclub. The two most masculine things that I could think of to do were go to a stripclub or become a lumberjack. The stripclub would be less likely to result in loss of limbs, so that's the one I chose. I awkwardly sauntered into the local club (I think it was named Sweet Lips or something), and found a seat near the stage. The first two dancers weren't particularly encouraging for the overall experience. The first one looked bored and unhappy. It's the body language you'll see in a gas station clerk working the graveyard shift. The second girl had a large caesarian scar and stretch marks. There isn't anything wrong with women that have either of those things, but relationships with them usually need to start with more conversation and less glitter and g-strings. By that time, I was just about ready to leave. It had not been the testosterone fueled experience that I was hoping for to boost my spirits. That's when she came on stage. The DJ (I think his name was Dirty Pete) announced a first time dancer: Ja-ja-ja-jasmine. The girl that wobbled out on stage didn't seem much like a Jasmine to me; she was five feet tall, slim, and very, very blond. I say she wobbled because that's what she did. She was definitely walking unsteadily. After a few awkward turns on the pole, Ja-ja-ja-jasmine pulled off her rhinestone bejewelled bra to reveal a lovely pair of champagne glass breasts. (That means they were small, just a tiny bit cone-shaped, and very firm. Please don't get them confused with champagne flute breasts which would be something entirely different.) My thought was that they looked delightfully squeezable. Once the bra was off, she made another spin or two and then headed out towards the edge of the stage in my general direction. One of her feet slipped and suddenly she was flying headfirst at me. I managed to catch most of her but one of her hands hit the chair next to me and I heard a crack. Surprisingly, all that she did was give a quick 'Ouch!' and then started to get up. I didn't know what to do, so I offered to drive her to the hospital. She took me up on it, which I still can't believe. As a public service announcement, let me say that if you get hurt working in a stripclub and a stranger offers to take you to the hospital just say no! Luckily, I am not a serial killer, although Kitty had no way of knowing it at the time. [Ok, so Rick is always bad at telling stories. I will try to fill in a little bit. My name is Katherine, but everyone shortens it to Kitty. I was in my Junior year of an art program when I lost my job at Starbucks because of a couple of incidents involving customers who I slightly burned with hot coffee. It seemed to make sense to try stripping. I loved to dance around and I thought it might be empowering or whatever. So anyways, there I am on stage for the first time and yes, I was having a little difficulty with the heels. To be honest, it was my first time in super high heels but the other girls had made it look so easy. I'm short so I usually go for cute over glamorous, but whatever. I take my bra off and the cute guy (Rick) in the front row is the only one in the room doing that thing where he's trying to stare into my eyes even though he really, really wants to look at my tits. It was kind of adorable. That's when I headed over towards Rick to do something special for him, and then I fell.] \*\*\*\*\* On the drive over to the hospital neither of us said much. She seemed to be in pain. I was trying not to think about what was under the coat that she had quickly pulled on as we headed out of the club. Once we got to the urgent care facility, she checked in and they informed us that it would probably be an hour. She told me to leave, but I insisted on staying with her. It was only partially due to chivalry, after all this was also the cutest girl I had been near in months. I didn't want to go. By the time we took a seat, she seemed to have a gotten a little bit of a handle on the pain, and so we started to talk. I honestly cannot remember everything that we discussed. The conversation definitely covered an outrageous range of topics, from her most recent painting to what is was like backstage of a stripclub. At one point she reached up to rub my head (she told me later that it looked so soft). If you've ever shaved your head, you know that it's really sensitive right after you've shaved it for the first time. When she stroked my head with her hand, I just about started purring. An hour later, they called her in. I waited while they put a cast on her and did the rest of those medical type things with her. When she came out, I drove her home. We didn't talk because the pain pills had already kicked in. Once we reached her apartment, I helped her in the door (she was really fading quickly). In the bedroom, Kitty dropped the coat. The last image I had of her was of that incredible ass in the g-string as she belly flopped onto the bed. I locked the front door and slipped the key under her doormat. I didn't expect to hear from her again. **Chapter 2** The second time that I met Kitty she gave me a concussion. [Oh wait! That is so unfair! It sounds like I did something intentional. OK, I'm going to give you the quick version of what actually happened and then he can give you the slow boring edition. It took me like two hours on the phone with the hospital before they finally gave me Rick's name and number. Luckily, he had signed some of my admission forms. So I gave him a call and invited him to my upcoming exhibition. When I saw him there, I was so excited. He had been so sweet to me that night but I was afraid he wouldn't come. So, I ran up to Rick to give him a hug and I just forgot that my hand was in a cast. That's all.] So Kitty called me out of the blue a few days later. I was distracted at the time so it ended up being sort of a weird conversation. "Hello?" "Oh my god, I got the right number!" There was a lot of enthusiasm coming through the phone. "Are you sure? Who is this?" "It's Kitty!" A long pause followed. You see, I was trying to remember meeting a Kitty. In the stripclub she had been Jasmine (sorry, I meant Ja-ja-ja-jasmine). When we checked her into urgent care, she had been Katherine. I don't think she even mentioned that everyone called her Kitty. "Umm..." "From the other night?" "What other night? Like from Olive Garden?" "Unless one of the strippers at Olive Garden did a faceplant into your lap, than no." She was starting to sound a little frustrated. "Oh, right! So, how's your hand?" "Good, so you want to meet sometime maybe?" OK, that's what she said but it came out like, "Good, soyouwantomeetsometimemaybe?" [Hey, when I'm nervous I start to talk a little bit fast. Big deal. Anyway, he's not much of a phone conversationalist and I was afraid Rick would hang up before he ever got around to asking me out.] I was definitely agreeable. Like I said, this girl was cute. She invited me to her exhibition and so I agreed to come. It took me an hour to get ready. I realized that I had no idea whether this was a casual thing or a tuxedo. Finally, in desperation, I decided to go with the suit plus converse sneakers. Make it look like I was indie or something, instead of just ignorant. When I got to the exhibition, I realized that I shouldn't have worried. Apparently this shindig was a clothing optional deal. Just inside the door was a six foot tall photo of a topless Kitty playing jump rope. I think it was supposed to be artistic because she was perfectly in focus but the rope was all blurred like it was moving really fast. I will never understand art, but this kind I think I could start to enjoy. [Wow, I really sound like a harlot don't I? The truth of the matter was that Rick somehow caught me my first and only time at a stripclub and saw my first nude photo. Eventually, Rick would get to see some of my other firsts, but we'll get there. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.] I had just managed to recombobulate when I heard somebody call my name. I turn to see Kitty running at me to give me a hug with a big grin on her face. And when she got to me she did give me a huge hug. She also brained me with that club on her hand. I saw stars. This time, at least, we were able to reverse things. (I believe in equality in relationships.) She drove me to the hospital. While we were waiting in urgent care, we finally had a chance to talk. "Rick, I'm so sorry for hitting you with my cast! It's just that you're so much taller than me, I thought that I would need to jump to hug you or something." "It's alright, I'm fline." "What?" "I'll be otay. Don't worry." "You're talking funny." "What?" "You're mispronouncing words." "Wait, where are we?" Now, I don't remember any of the rest of it but Kitty tells me that we had an interesting conversation after that during which I more than once called her Pussy and repeatedly asked to pet her kitty. I honestly don't know if I can believe her. [It's true!] **Chapter 3** I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. After a few minutes of struggling, I remembered the day before. Kitty was a fun girl, to be sure, but she seemed a little dangerous. My boss had just informed me that I was on the management track and would be moving up if I showed results, so I was putting in sixty-plus hour weeks. I had a feeling that someone like Kitty could make that very difficult for any number of reasons. [I have to say that I did make it hard. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.] Shaking the sleep out of my head, I stood up and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. Once I had a cup, the energy to make breakfast arrived. I was just carrying my plate of food over to the table, when... "Morning, Rick!" HOLY CRAP! Who was that! Kitty was sitting up on the couch (apparently she had been lying down until just then), grinning at me. I, on the other hand, was trying to bring my heart rate down out of the red zone. She had scared the ever righteous shite right out of me. "So, you made breakfast?" "Uh..." Then I noticed that her grin had widened as she started to giggle. I followed her gaze down to my groin and.... Oh yeah, I was naked. Typically there's nobody lurking in my house to cause a ruckus if I sleep au naturel. "Just a sec." I scurried back to the bedroom and pulled some clothes on. When I came back into the living room, Kitty was at the table eating off my plate. She looked up and waved me over with the fork. "You never wished me good morning." "I wasn't... uh... expecting... "You're eating my breakfast?" I meant it as a reproach but somehow it came out as question. "It's OK. We can share." She grinned and tried to hand me the fork. I hadn't noticed it until then, but she had a deep dimple that appeared in her right cheek when she smiled. I didn't take the fork. "So what are you doing here?" Trying to keep any anger out of my voice. "The doctor told us that you shouldn't be alone for the first twelve hours. Just to make sure that nothing happens, you know. I slept on the couch and was the perfect gentleman." "I woke up naked." "Well... I was a pretty good gentleman, at least. After all, it was only fair after you saw me at the stripclub." She was continuing to eat, smiling up at me as she did. She had big grey eyes that always seemed to be smiling. In fact, I don't think I had seen her anything but happy even when she was hurt. "You know, I quit the stripclub." That was intriguing. "Oh? Why did you do that?" She was getting up from the table. "I realized that I wouldn't be able to meet the kind of guys I wanted while I worked there." That was too bad... "What kind of guy is that?" I was sick of the conversation but it seemed like the thing to say. Kitty leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek. "Guys like you, of course. Feel better, OK?" A second later she was gone. I was so dazed, I didn't realize until later that I had a piece of paper in my hand with her name and number in those big curvy letters. She had smelled like oranges. It was incredible. **Chapter 4** I waited three days to call Kitty back. Why three days? Because a sitcom character told me to, that's why. "Hey, Kit..." I didn't even have a chance to finish saying her name. "Rick, I'm so glad you called! I was wondering when you would. I mean aren't you supposed to call after a girl spends the night?" Of course, I didn't catch all of that because what I heard was, "Rickimsogladyoucalled!!! Iwaswonderingwhenyouwould... Imeanarentyousupposedtocall after a girl spends the night?" [OK, I get excited and I talk a little fast. It's not that bad and I manage to calm down after a little bit. It's adorable, dammit.] I was still trying to catch up. "Why didn't you call earlier?" "I thought I was supposed to wait three days." "Yes, you are... if this were a TV show." (Damn!) "So, what are you doing?" "Painting, you want to come over and keep me company?" Of course, it was more like, "Painting, youwanttocomeoverandkeepmecompany?" I managed to keep up that time, though. "Sure. Text me the address?" "OK!" She hung up. I guess the conversation was over. I was able to find her studio on campus. When I knocked, Kitty opened the door almost immediately. She was a sight. And it wasn't because of her old t-shirt or short shorts. Kitty had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and she was almost covered in paint. There was a streak of green on her forehead, road on her cheek, and yellow on her chin. The back of her right hand was covered in those colors and more, and she immediately used it (the paint covered hand) to grab me and pull me into the studio to look at her new painting. She had a gigantic smile on her face. "I was just finishing it. Do you like it?" The painting was unique, to say the least. It comprised of nine boxes, each of which contained the black silhouette of seated person. Around the person, inside the boxes, were swirls of colors. Each box contained different colors with different patterns, but they all seemed dynamic and alive. "Wow. What's it called?" "I called it Rick." "What?" I was confused. "Well, I thought of you and me, then this is what I painted." I didn't know what to say. [OK, so I explained the painting to Rick later and he apparently has forgotten it, so I will cover his mistake up for him and enlighten you. I can be a little... well, polite people call it 'high strung' while the less polite use various terms, which all include the word 'batshit'. Every time that I had met Rick, he seemed so calm and accepting, like somehow it was normal and acceptable for us to repeatedly visit urgent care. I was trying not to tell him too soon, but I was already nuts for him.] "It's astonishing! I can't believe you painted that in three days." I turned towards her. "Where are you going to exhibit it?" She shrugged. "Your house." "Eh?" "It's yours. "Now let's get going, those reservations aren't going to wait for us too long. I need to shower and change." She was already pulling me towards the door. "What reservations?" "The ones for dinner, of course!" I took one last look at the painting and then left the studio. **Chapter 5** After that we had a few weeks of conventional dating. There really isn't too much to say. I was learning more about Kitty all the time. She was hyper, also very smart. In addition to participating in a prestigious painting program, she was also part of the honors college. I told her about my job as a civil engineer and my hobbies. None of my hobbies are particularly exciting, so I won't go into it. Kitty didn't seem to have any hobbies. Instead she told outrageous stories of adventures she was always having. One particular story involved a stuffed moose head and a NRA meeting. I'm not supposed to tell you anymore about it. We survived the time better than could be expected. All that was suffered was a sprained ankle (me) and a black eye (her). [Geez, he makes it sound like we were beating each other. They were both little accidents. One was due to a bar stool and the other to a pitching cage. It could happen to anyone.] Eventually I found the courage to tell her that I really liked her and wanted a long-term relationship. The way that she reacted, you would have thought that I told her I had just cured cancer and I wanted to name the wonder drug after her. We spent that date cuddling and kissing. You might wonder why I would go out with someone who was so dangerous to be around. (I had more doctor visits in the few weeks I had known her than the three years before that.) The truth was that I was having more fun than I ever thought I could. I sort of considered myself a boring person, but around her I was always laughing and enjoying myself. She was always doing really considerate things for me, like that painting. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous. [That's so sweet of him. I would write a longer comment, but I'm going to go jump his bones.] So, I watched this music video once where the lead singer (a woman) was staring at the camera with this big smile on her face and crazy eyes. At the time I thought, "That girl would either murder you in your sleep or make you the happiest man alive." And that's how I felt about Kitty. It was possible that I would someday die when a piano accidentally dropped on my head, cartoon style, but until that happened it would be a hell of a ride. I had no idea. \*\*\*\*\* The first time we made love was a few days afterwards. I had just gotten home from a long day at work but when I opened the door I could smell Italian food. Kitty was standing in the kitchen, naked, with a pan of homemade lasagna (my favorite). She, of course, had that huge smile on her face, with the dimple showing. I quickly learned the rules; I could look, but not touch, until I had finished my dinner. I was also supposed to stay fully clothed during dinner, because I was 'brought up with manners'. I couldn't tell you what she was doing in the kitchen, because I don't remember another dish being finished, but she spent the whole time that I was eating either reaching for things on the high shelves or bending over to get stuff from the bottom shelf. She finally had mercy after I had eaten half of my serving and she 'excused me from the table'. I was naked and carrying her into the bedroom about ten seconds later. Once we were in the bedroom, and she was under me on the bed, I stopped to think about foreplay or whatever I was supposed to do (I wanted it to be good for her). Kitty just grabbed my face and told me, "Ricky, if I got any wetter you would need a boat. Stick it in." She was tight, very tight. I didn't last long at all. Thankfully, she seemed happy enough. After that, I played with her nipples and licked her cunt until I was ready again. The second time, she was on top (I couldn't believe how light she was). Kitty climaxed a couple of times before I did. I think we were both pleased with that result. I know it was rare for me to help a girl reach multiple orgasms. We spent the evening cuddling and talking to each other. In the morning, I realized that we had failed to put the lasagna away. A few months later, Kitty tried the same trick again but with steaks instead of lasagna. I still have the burn marks from the grill on my ass to this day. **Chapter 6** I don't remember when, but we apparently had the conversation, because Kitty moved in with me shortly after that. She continued to surprise me on a regular basis. My idea of romance had always been roses, candles, and working our way slowly into the bedroom. Kitty had other plans, each sexual experience becoming an adventure unto itself. If I came home one day to find her naked, perched on the ceiling like a ninja waiting to pounce, it would not have surprised me. It began to worry me. Kitty made me intensely happy, not exactly safe, but very happy. But a girl like that, beautiful, free spirited, artistic, never ends up with someone like me. I was boring. While I was at work reviewing blueprint, Kitty was probably in her studio painting the next masterpiece, or photographing a street performer, or doing any number of things. The common denominator was that they would all be more exciting than whatever it was doing. It all came to a head the night that Kitty woke me up. Now, having your partner wake you up for a little late night nookie may not seem especially unique... but Kitty was always unique. She had (somehow) painted handprints with glow-in-the-dark paints all over her body. The masterpiece was a large pair of blue handprints that appeared to be grabbing her tits. She whispered in my ear, "Just relax, baby. I'll do all the work." Then she climbed on top of me. The feeling of being inside this beautiful girl as she writhed on top of me, combined with the view of her (literally) radiant body, was too much for me. I knew that I was going to lose her soon. It was no longer a matter of if, but when. While I was contemplating this, I must have quit my moaning and subtle movements because Kitty came to stop on top of me. "Rick, what's wrong? Should I have not woken you up?" There was concern in her voice. It was time to finally face the truth. "I'm afraid that I'm going to lose you. You're too alive for someone like me, so I know you'll get bored of me." Her voice was more of a hiss than a whisper, "Is that what you think?" "Yes." Now I was a little frightened. Her face was right down by mine, and it was glowing brightly in the pitch black room. She jabbed my chest with her hand. "Rick, I'm crazy about you. Don't ever worry about me leaving you. You're my..." She paused, "You're my origin." That one confused me. "What." A soft giggle. "It's the only thing I remember from geometry, the origin is the zero, zero, zero. Wherever you are, you always know where the origin is and how to get back there. No matter how nuts I am, you're there. Why would I want to leave that? "Now lie back." Her head was back and her eyes were closed as she began to ride me again. Apparently the topic was closed. **Chapter 7** The next day, because it always works this way, was a very long workday. I arrived home feeling defeated. When I walked in the door, Kitty was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. (No naked ninja jumping! Sort of a relief.) Besides a strange smile that she kept making, Kitty was more restrained that evening than I had ever seen her. We had some dinner and sat on the sofa to watch some TV. About an hour in, she sat up suddenly and said, "OK, you're recovered and I'm ready! Let's make you forget about work." With that statement, she stood up off the sofa and started stripping off her clothes. I hesitantly followed suit. I wasn't even done, my pants and underwear still around my ankles, when she reached between her legs and pulled something out. In her hand were two small metal balls. [They're Ben Wa balls and they work great. He makes it sound like I was about to pull a rabbit out of my cooch.] She looked at me, eyes slightly glazed over with lust and told me she was ready right then. Before I knew it, I was inside her (I honestly don't know how we managed) with her legs wrapped around my waist as I held her up against a wall. A few months ago, I would never have imagined that I could have done something like this, not too mention after an exhausting day at work. I knew right then what I needed to do, but before I could actually do it I felt something under my foot. And then I was on the floor on my back, with Kitting on top of me. I had stepped on one of the Ben Wa balls. It felt likely that I had broken my tailbone, but at that moment it didn't matter to me. I looked up at her and said the only thing I could think of, despite the pain and surprise: "I love you, Kitty... I need to go to the hospital, but I love you." And that was that. It turned out that I had just only bruised my coccyx, whatever the hell that is. The next year, I bought the high-grade medical insurance. It seemed like I would need it. *I hope you enjoyed it! Constructive feedback is always welcome. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Be kind, please rewind.*

Don't Fear The Reaper

Eons progressed as he remained ever unchanged in his realm. Empires rise, conquer and fall still he would be there to see it all. Sitting upon his majestic throne of bone, viewing the destruction from afar. A part of everything and everyone yet eternally separated from the universe. Dark sockets permeated his fearsome visage and if he had the ability to, his brows would be furrowed. If he had brows or any skin at all. He was Death everlasting. To view him is to mean you were chosen, for his physical form rarely allowed visitors inside his palace at the edge of time and space. The most ancient paintings had depicted him correctly, a skeleton cloaked within shadows. A formidable scythe stood to the side of his throne, waiting the judgment day for which to wield it and show those with mortal souls that there was something tangible of him to be feared. Timeless, though, had the drawback of utter boredom from endless eons of existence. He had been there to experience everything and nothing was enticing to him anymore. There were millenniums left to spend before the end was to arrive and already his thoughts turned to dissatisfaction. Allotted only a few visitors every century Death needed to choose them carefully. The Reaper needed to be certain about who he chose in order to alleviate his weariness. Tonight was one of those long awaited and anticipated nights. On the field of battle the life had been taken of an incredibly fierce warrior, a stunning woman that had slaughtered thousands in the service of her king. Death had not taken of the pleasures of a woman for a great long while, finding his tastes able to ruin even the most noble of women. This woman, though, this Aleria was not destined for the Promised Land but was neither meant for a special hell. She was to remain in limbo for many years. Death wished this rebellious woman to be his for the night. It was his decision that made this universe spin and his will would be done upon her enticing flesh. In front of his throne was the portal that would bring her soul to his palace and reconstruct it as flesh and blood. The old body would rot upon the ground where Aleria died, yet here she would be born anew. Red, gold and blue spirals of light whirred around the object forming the woman. Hips, curves, long shapely legs shone transparent as each piece of her essence reconstructed itself for his pleasure. A face of purity and virginity (for despite her many conquests in battle with men, she had as of yet never been conquered by man) slowly shaped. Green eyes opened slowly underneath a wild mane of golden blond hair. Flushed pale cheeks were flowing into a pert nose and succulent cupid bow lips. As with her body her clothing formed as well, as her appearance as entire was a part of her personality. Outfits that she wore expressed her strength better than she could with words for her voice was too heavenly to believe that such a creature could be one of the deadliest soldiers ever to grace the world. Dangling from her neck a pendant she had held in high regard, a treasure she took from her teacher after slicing off her head. Purple gown flowing over her hips held in place by a thin belt crowned with a crow skull winding around her waist. Black and purple bodice began to come together around her chest, interlinking metal bits into the sparse armor she had become used to. Golden bands encircle her arms with sharp jutting points spiking off, ready to slice and rend her enemies flesh. There she was in full form, dress and flesh. If death could grin, he would at this moment, viewing his new prize earned for unending service to the cosmos. Breath surged into her lungs and the shock of rebirth ran electric through her body. Ever vigilante Aleria reached for a weapon that hadn't come with her. When she didn't find that she retreated, dashing throughout the throne room trying to find out where she was. Looking around for the enemy that had skewered her belly. No battle was raging around her, in fact there was nothing but silence and with this realization she became more disturbed. Finally, crouched into a corner ready to spring onto anyone that may attempt to attack her, her eyes fell on the hooded skull on the throne of mortality. "Welcome Aleria." He rose from his throne and stood at a full six foot eight inches in height. His cloak bellowed around him briefly then shifted back into itself, clinging to his seemingly frail frame. "I hope the trip here wasn't too distressing." Springing out form the corner she bolted straight towards Death bringing her arms out ready to attack. Leaping out to tackle the eternal one but his bony hand easily snatched a hold of the top of her metal bodice holding her a foot in the air and at arms length. "Now that's no way to greet your new owner." The voice was tinged with the sounds of insects buzzing, sinuously amalgamating those most frightening of nightmares into words. With a flick of the wrist the Reaper flung her fifteen feet away easily separating her body from her metal chest piece. Her buttocks hit the floor shooting pain up her spine, her supple breasts were bouncing up with their newfound freedom. Rubbing the small of her back, Aleria got back up and preparing to strike again her angelic voice rang out, "Nobody owns me! I am ruled only by my wishes." Aleria had no inhibitions, so the thought of covering up her now exposed breasts didn't cross her mind. Death moved slowly towards her, his shadow creeping along the ground as he walked. "Perhaps that was true in your past life. Maybe on that world you were mighty and fearsome." a bony hand reached out harshly grabbing hold of Aleria's left breast, "Here, in the land of the dead, you are nothing more than my plaything!" Aleria attempted to get away from his cold grip but found it difficult. With his other hand he reached down to the crow skull on her skirt, holding firmly to it. The fleshless face of the Reaper got in close, sockets of unlimited depth stared through her eyes only few inches from her face. Again he tossed her aside, ripping the flimsy garment leaving her with nothing on other than gold armlets. Sex was not the pleasure he was looking for, it would merely help him achieve his goal. What made him interested in this woman was breaking her. A young girl like this having impaled, immolated, eviscerated and beheaded so many in combat. To break her would be the desired enjoyment he wished for. Rendering her completely naked, her genitalia, breasts, her body exposed to the cold of his palace was just the first step towards bringing her to her knees. Peering around the place, trying to find something to fight him back with, Aleria spotted his intricate scythe sitting next to the throne. Distracting him by feigning to the left she bolted to the right grabbing a hold of the very large weapon. She held it out easily, her arms and legs vastly muscled from many battles won, getting prepared to swing the mighty weapon at her opponent. Laughter erupted from the Reaper, a shrill sound that immediately curdled even Aleria's strong bones. "Go ahead little girl. Come at me, but you will not enjoy what happens if you do." Aleria was used to pointless threats so she took no head of his warning and charged. Death stood his ground, placid and unwavering. She swung the scythe down with the great strength of a warrior woman, though she had never fought an eternal being before. A grinning maw of teeth did not waver as a bony hand caught its own weapon with great ease. Holding her still his other hand reached down and grabbed her by the pussy, inserting three cold dead fingers into her dry hole. Lifting her off the ground by the crotch his fingers dug even deeper. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed out at the violation. Despite all battles, despite how nubile and flexible she was, her hymen had never been broken. Painfully he had ripped right through it starting a flow of blood trailing across his hand. Tossing his weapon at the wall, the bladed edge embedded inside, he let his tongue drift from his mouth. To truly say it was a tongue was incorrect. Its appearance was more like that of a snake, minus mouth and eyes. Darting straight out and diving into her open mouth causing her to choke. Quickly, in spite of pain, she bit down only finding that as hard as she bit was unable to sever the thing that squirmed inside her throat. Death kept jabbing it in, thrusting it down her throat and back up. The taste and feel from it was one of two parts of his anatomy that actually could. Enjoying the sensation of the tight constriction, from her attempts to swallow. Gagging on it, attempting to breath but failing, she felt the engorgement of the snake tongue fucking her throat. His sensation was becoming overbearing, it had beens so long since he had even felt this. Death's orgasm is strange. It causes something similar to what humans have, but as the being he is some things are stranger. A hole formed on the tip of his tongue as he felt the welling up of his own juices that flow within the marrow of his bones. Aleria kept trying to push herself off, flailing her free arm about, smashing her fist against his rib cage. Her other hand had been tightly held by Deaths free hand as his left kept fingering her tight swollen orifice. Masturbating her roughly with the cold hand had caused her to squirm immensely. Aleria hated it, she hated the feeling of being out of control. Unable to fight him off, escape wasn't an option from the cold hand plunging up inside her cunt. Bony fingers searching out every crevice inside her. He kept thrusting them up into her, trying to cause discomfort, trying to make her bend to his will. Hate swelled in her but nothing she did could get her away from this horrible thing that wouldn't stop plundering her body. Aleria had come to realize that she was being violated by the Grim Reaper. Welling up so much of his fluids, Death's tongue finally let loose what could be called his semen. Shooting straight down her throat, filling her stomach so that it began protruding, soaking her esophagus, the fluid stuck to its walls, more so than normal ejaculate was supposed to. Almost like a webbing it criss crossed as it coated her throat. Death felt his orgasm with incredible intensity having not experienced one in such a very long time. Pulling his tongue back out, feeling the pressure of her teeth against it a last shot covered the inside of her mouth. He threw her to the side again. He was enjoying tossing around such a pride filled woman. Arching backwards, laughing, the tongue licked at his hand, enjoying the taste of vestal virginity. So long, so long had it been since he had enjoyed the taste of purity. Centuries had passed since he had enjoyed it, the simple delight in it. Aleria was wiping at the semen, it was clinging to her chest and breasts where it had splashed. It wouldn't go away. Sticking to everything in sight, encasing most of her mouth in it. Unable to wipe it from her skin, unable to really get away from it. Attempting to rub it off didn't work, all it did was cover even more of herself. Soaking herself in it, unable to feel clean again. For the first time in her life she felt truly naked, she felt exposed to the world and was disgusted by it. Death spoke with flair, despite his groaning voice, "That felt incredible my beauty. Such a delightful start to a fully penetrable afterlife." Fear rose into her eyes, fully understanding what was occurring. Crouched on the floor, covered by a web of his cum, having been violated so easily she saw what was going on. Her life was now forfeit, her body to be bent to this frightening visage of a being. Rage at her circumstances replaced the fear, need to strike back arose and she again charged at Death. Wrapping his arm around her waist during mid flight, Death slammed her onto the floor. Harsh bursts of pain ran through her head when her chin hit the ground. Stars twinkled behind her eyes, white flashes were drifting through her field of vision. Death's hands ran across the smooth white skin of her back, gently caressing the curves of her body drifting along her ass. With one quick movement he shoved the fingers of his left hand into her asshole. Screaming out into the emptiness, Aleria tried to get up and away. Death quickly grabbed a hold of her blond hair, pulling her head harshly back, the snake tongue darting out again to flick at her ear. "You are mine, Aleria! You will understand that!" Four bony fingers were pounding into the virgin asshole, forcefully opening up the inside of a part of her body that she had never even thought about in such a sense. Her back passage was burning up from the invasion. Her neck felt like it was ready to snap as for every push of the fingers deep inside he pulled her head back, ripping a few stray hairs out with his rough hold. The shadow cloak started dripping away, reforming into his second sensory appendage. A black cock started growing from the center of the cloak, growing far too large for an average woman to handle. Aleria, briefly looking behind her, saw it and knew immediately what he had intended for it. Trying to crawl away Death slammed the rampent cock deep inside her cunt. Squealing out her pain, she accidentally pushed back on the too large beast of a cock sending thrills up Death's exposed spine. All at once he came inside her from too much sensation too quickly. Aleria's pussy filled with the sticky fluid, dripping down from the edges. As he came the thrusts kept pounding deep inside her tight sheath. There was no stopping his enjoyment, he refused to allow her even a single moment to recuperate. Her mind had not yet snapped, she had yet to break to his will. Death's hips thrust forward even harder, Aleria could feel the bones of his pelvis slapping harshly against her round ass. From the cloak he created a second penis as a continuation of the first. The second part of his body that could feel sensation was the cloak itself. With the new cock ready to go he removed his hand from the opened asshole of Aleria. A gasp of relief escaped her mouth only to change to a scream as he quickly replaced his fingers with something far larger. Sliding his second cock in her tight asshole, he could feel his first one through the thin wall separating the two passageways. Both hands now were clasped around her head, his long fingers shoving themselves into her mouth so she could taste herself. She kept asking why her neck hadn't snapped yet, kept wondering to distract the mind. It didn't help, but the question was all she had to hold onto as two cocks pounded into her, soaking her insides with Death's disgusting juices. She was breaking, not there yet, but it was happening. Powerless for the first time in her life she wanted to give up to the bony figure ramming into her ass. Death knew, he couldn't let up yet, he had to keep going. His cloak unwrapped from his body enough to start trailing across her body. Through it he felt the contours of her back, her breasts, the shapeliness of her legs. With it he created several more cocks. One of them he used to start face fucking her again, inserting the black rock hard thing into her throat. Aleria accepted it, didn't even attempt to bite down but began to actually caress it with her tongue. Another cock was created to rub against her chest, gliding through the separation of her breasts. Death was as close as he had ever gotten to heaven. Aleria was still fighting back, but not with the vigor as before. Instead she was now moving with him, allowing him to thrust deep inside all of her orifices. He felt more powerful than ever. The strangest part, though, was that she was starting to actually enjoy herself. Death could feel the transition of her thought, could feel the change of her mood. It confused him, yet not enough for him to stop. In fact, he kept going with renewed vigor, which was as endless as himself. Aleria was enjoying herself. Despite being forcefully taken by this being, despite being flung somewhere into a realm, that was new and unknown to her she was beginning to enjoy it. Her body had been conquered, fully and finally and with it her soul. Never having given herself up to others, finding all men to be weak and powerless she was now in the presence of a being that had easily subdued her and used her. The once great hatred had been replaced with great respect for what had been accomplished and with that respect came yearning. Came the desire to continue to be conquered. To give up and let her body be used and abused as the Reaper saw fit. In the eyeless view of Death she was its own. Death's head reared back in ecstasy, loving every minute of sensation it took from her and now she was broken. He owned her body and soul. His will had shattered that which had seemingly in the land of the living been unbreakable. He came with the revelation, filling up every one of her holes with his mighty fluid. Instead of rejecting it, Aleria welcomed it, finding it soothing in the cold room. Voluntarily swallowing all that went down her throat, enjoying the taste and sensation. Experiencing the swell of her ass, her abdomen caused her to have something she had never had before. Aleria experienced her first orgasm. Death removed the cock from her mouth to hear her. Splashing her face and chest with his cum from two cocks (the one for tits and the one for mouth-fucking), soaking her torso with his seed. Moaning loudly she relished the sensation of being filled to the brim she squealed out her delight and cried out into the seeming nightmare. "GOD YES!! DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" The act of screaming out her want, her desire completed it. Aleria now belonged to Death. She was his for eternity. Death was somewhat dumbfounded. Although he had wanted to break her this was unexpected. She still wanted him. She wasn't screaming out in desire to do anything just to make it stop. Her desire was genuine and with it came his own fascination with her. With great ease he flipped her over and kept impaling her lower two holes with his cocks, still cumming, each spurt spilling out from the light cracks surrounding his cocks. Aleria looked up at the skull. She felt passion for this ancient endless being. To her it didn't matter the way it looked. She had for the first time been conquered, tamed. This was the powerful entity she was meant to be with. Aleria wrapped her arms around Death's spinal neck and enjoyed him riding her as she gasped in orgasmic joy. Her own juices didn't stop flowing and mixing with his. Her hips thrust upwards in time with his hard deep thrusts that filled her clenching, hungry holes. Death had found his mistress, finally found his one, his companion through eternity. The thick tendrils snaking inside of her body didn't stop cumming. The snake tongue wormed into her mouth and Aleria accepted it. Her tongue caressed the snake and lavished at the texture of it. With each movement another orgasm erupted from her and with each moment came another shot of Death's own semen. Filling her cunt, stuffing her asshole, clogging her throat with every fluid his body could produce and project. Hours passed as the two erupted together in ecstasy, each knowing something new and never before touched upon. Fluids dripping from them, being tasted or absorbed by Aleria's new found eagerness. Not a drop of their essence wasted to the floor, not a smidgen of it let to settle upon dust. Aleria was now the Reaper's woman with every thrust, cry and orgasm, with every movement and secretion exchange. Aleria passed out, exhausted from a much more extreme workout than battles had ever been for her before. Death gently wrapped her in the warmth of his cloak. "My beloved, you aren't going to leave my side." His inability to kiss her for some reason disturbed him at that moment, so a light flick of the snake tongue ran across her smooth brow, "My fierce woman of war, Aleria, you will spend eternity with me." Death made the declaration and it was so.

Fran Johnson Ch. 07

*I strongly and respectfully suggest that if the reader hasn't already read Chapters 1-6 of this story, they do so now before reading Chapter 7. You can find links in the lower right hand column of this page. Trust me. \-Heironymous* \------------------------------------------------ Evidently Bill's new desire to cook and wear my apron only lasted one night! The next day it was back to usual, and he expected me to make dinner every night. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I kept thinking of ways I might see Trevor, but I didn't think it would be right without Bill bringing it up. Bill was very attentive to me all day Saturday and Sunday and we relived my experience with Trevor over and over. On Sunday night Bill announced that he was going to have Trevor come over while we were at work for the next week so he could actually get some work done. Bill said that the lawns needed mowing and the gardens needed weeding, and so long as I was home, it wasn't likely that Trevor would get much work done. Inside, I felt disappointed. I was already looking forward to seeing Trevor again and playing with his enormous cock. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and I wanted to hold it in my hand again and kiss it and suck it and lick it. I guess for the next week I'd have to make do with Bill's five inches and be happy with it. That shouldn't be a problem, I thought to myself, I'd always been happy with it before. While I was cleaning up the dinner dishes, Bill went into the other room to call Trevor and make the work arrangements for the coming week. When he came back into the kitchen, he came up behind me and slipped his arms around be and cupped my breasts in his hands. He said he had some good news for me. I asked him what it was and he told me that Trevor had told him that his parents were going out of town for a few days and that they were leaving Friday morning. Bill went on to say that he thought the neighborly thing to do was to invite Trevor over for dinner. I suddenly had a vision of sitting at the dinner table with Bill and Trevor and realized that it might be very uncomfortable for both Trevor and me. "Do you think that's a good idea, Bill?" I asked him, thinking of the situation. "Good idea or not, he's coming over Friday at 6:30." Bill gave me a little kiss and a squeeze on my breasts and continued, "We'll have to start planning what you'll wear." I was both excited and fearful about the dinner plan. I definitely wanted to see Trevor again. In fact, Friday seemed like so far away when I thought about it that way. But I couldn't imagine in my mind how him being here for dinner with Bill and I could possibly lead to what I was hoping for: another chance to kiss and lick and taste Trev's beautiful penis. I wanted to taste his sperm again, to feel it spray the back of my mouth. Goodness, what was I thinking? Again, the week seemed to go by slowly as I looked forward to Friday night. On Wednesday Bill and I went to the lingerie store and picked out a sexy matching chemise and panty set that was so sheer you could see right through it. Or I should say that Bill picked it out. I envisioned myself after dinner saying something like, "I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." But when I laughingly told Bill about my plan, he told me I should greet Trevor at the door wearing my sexy new outfit. I think I actually blushed, and Bill caught that I found that idea embarrassing. "For Christ's sake, Fran," Bill whispered to me at the back of the store. "The guy's seen you completely naked and you've sucked his cock." I can't imagine him seeing you in sexy lingerie could possibly embarrass you." "Well, it's just different," I responded. "First, you'll be there, and it will seem weird to him that I'm showing myself off to him in front of you. And," I continued, "its for dinner, not me just out sunbathing on the deck as if by accident." "Look," Bill told me. "He knows what you two have done. You know what you two have done, and I know what you two have done. There's nobody who's not in on the secret." "But he doesn't know that you know, Bill," was my instant response. I realized that's what was making me feel uncomfortable about Friday night. "Well, it's time for him to find out," Bill said. "It's time to let the cat out of the bag." I still felt very uncomfortable, but had confidence that Bill had a plan, so I let it go. On Friday I could hardly contain myself all day. When I got off work I went home and started in on dinner. I was making my special cannelloni with a Caesar salad and garlic toast. Bill brought home some red wine for dinner and gin and tonic for a before dinner drink. I got the cannelloni made and in the oven for slow baking. I had the garlic bread made and wrapped in foil ready to go in the oven, and the lettuce cleaned and torn for the salad. I set the table in the dining room, and finally felt that it was time to go get ready. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already 5:00. He'd be here in an hour and a half! As Bill was setting up the bar, I excused myself and went upstairs to get ready. I got undressed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had been turned on all day, and I touched my pussy. It was gooey even on the outside. I had been wet all day in anticipation of the night ahead of me, and it had been smearing my panties with moisture. I couldn't wait for Trevor to use what I had taught him to make my breasts and clitoris feel good. I couldn't wait to touch his penis again, to hold it in my hand, to feel it in my mouth. My mind drifted to thinking about what that huge monster would feel like inside me, but caught myself. It wasn't good to start thinking that way. I was Bill's wife, and I couldn't, and wouldn't, go as far as having intercourse with another man. I got into the shower and washed and shaved my legs, armpits, and pubic area. When I got out, I dried off, did my hair, and put on some perfume. I dabbed a little bit on the fronts of my thighs as well, wondering if at some point Trevor's head might be down there. I got a small shiver from that. I went into the bedroom and opened up the bag from the lingerie store. I put on the silky, sexy chemise, then slipped on the matching panties. The chemise was see through, and my nipples were clearly visible. It came down to just below my my bottom, but you could see the pretty panties right through it. The panties were sheer as well, and if I pulled up the chemise, my little tuft of pubic hair was clearly visible. I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Goodness! I may be in my forties, but I still had the body of a woman in her twenties. I thought I looked pretty darned hot! I put on a robe over my new outfit and went back downstairs to finish dinner. Bill asked me to model the outfit for him, and when I did, he gave me a wolf whistle. I was nearly shaking with anticipation and arousal as 6:30 neared. Bill took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Fran," he said seriously. "Tonight is going to be a special night. I want you to pretend that I'm not here when you interact with Trevor. Don't think about what I might think or what Trevor might think because I'm here. Just pretend that I'm upstairs, looking through a window, and do what you would do if I weren't here." "I don't know if I can do that," I answered. "I mean, you will be here, and Trevor will know that." "Just try, Fran. Just remember, if you get the urge to do something, but you don't want to because I'm here, then just go ahead and do it anyway. Trust me, it will all work out." "I'll try," I told him. "I'll do my best." Finally, right on the dot, the doorbell rang. Bill asked me to get it, and I quickly took off my robe and answered the door. There stood Trevor dressed in slacks and a golf shirt. I invited him in, and as he walked past me I got a whiff of his cologne. Very sexy. I told him he looked very nice, and he returned the compliment. I told him I had bought the outfit especially for this evening, and twirled once slowly so he could see me from all angles. "You look really hot, Mrs. J," he said. I reached up and gave him a little peck on the cheek and thanked him, then took him by the hand and led him into the living room. Bill greeted him heartily. I could tell that Trevor felt a little uncomfortable, having me dressed like this in front of him with my husband there, but Bill was doing his best to put him at ease. Bill asked Trevor if his parents let him have a drink, and Trevor told him that since he'd been away at school, his parents allowed him to drink in the home now and then when he was in town. Bill mixed us each a drink, and we sat down to enjoy them before dinner. Bill quickly sat in the recliner, which left just the couch across from it for Trevor and I. We chatted and made small talk, and the cocktail definitely made the conversation flow smoothly. Trevor kept glancing over at me, trying to sneak a look at my breasts. I had turned towards him, leaning against the armrest, with my legs up on the couch. Just to tease him, I let my legs fall open a bit so he could see how skimpy and sheer the piece of material was that covered my pussy. I knew he could clearly see my little patch of hair through the panties, and I wondered if he might be able to make out the contours of my labia. I let my legs fall open a bit more so Trevor had the clear signal that it was no accident. Trevor was trying to be polite and chat with Bill, but he was having a hard time. He kept trying to sneak looks over at me. Bill was keeping the conversation going, and the gin was going to my head a little. I had let my shoes drop off and I started rubbing my foot on Trevor's leg, what I probably would have done if Bill wasn't there. Bill acted as if nothing was wrong, but I could see that Trevor was having a hard time concentrating on what Bill was saying, but was trying to respond to him. I let my toes wander around the outside of Trevor's thigh for a while, just lightly rubbing it with the ball of my foot. After a bit, I moved my foot to his crotch. As Bill and Trevor chatted, I found his penis with my foot, and began playing with it with my big toe. I could feel it harden and I ran the side of my foot up and down it. Trevor was clearly exasperated with me doing this in front of Bill. Bill, sensing this, stopped talking about what he was talking about and changed the subject. "Trevor," he said. "It's ok. I know what went on between you and Mrs. Johnson." "Mr. J, I'm really sorry, I........." Trevor was clearly in a state of panic. Bill held up his hand to cut him off. "It's ok. I don't mind. When Fran's happy, I'm happy. And you made her very, very happy." Trevor looked confused. "She's your date tonight," Bill continued. "Just pretend like I'm not here, or that I'm just a third wheel. She's your date tonight, Trevor. She's yours tonight, and I'm okay with it. I want you to make her happy." Trevor shook his head and replied that he didn't get it. "Fran," Bill said to me, "why don't you give Trevor a little kiss so he can see that I don't mind at all?" I slid over on the couch and got up on my knees next to Trevor. "Go ahead, Trevor," Bill said. "Give Fran a kiss. Really, it's ok." Trevor turned towards me, and I leaned down to kiss him. Our lips met, tentatively at first, then with more passion. I put my arms around his neck and responded to his soft lips, opening my mouth, inviting his tongue to meet mine. I felt his arm go around me as he returned the kiss with more confidence, his tongue finding mine, soft and gentle. The kiss ended and I looked at Bill. He was smiling. "See, Trevor?" Bill smiled. "It's okay. Fran and I have this all worked out." Trevor still had his arm around me and I looked back at him, our faces only inches apart. He pulled me back in for another kiss. I fell across his lap with my arms around his neck while we kissed deeply and soulfully for two or three minutes, our tongues lashing at each other. When the kiss ended, I told him that I needed to get up and finish dinner. I didn't want to leave his embrace, but I wanted to get dinner out of the way. I went into the kitchen while Bill and Trevor stayed behind in the living room talking. After a while, they came into the kitchen and Bill told me that everything was fine, that Trevor understood. Trevor walked over to me and took me in his arms again, giving me a deep kiss. My body responded to his touch and his kiss as he held me in my arms. I buried my face in his neck for a moment, then raised my lips again to his. Again, he gave me a long, deep kiss. Trevor was a very good kisser. I broke away with regret, and served the dinner. Trevor and I sat on one side of the table, side by side, as Bill had arranged prior. We opened the bottle of wine, and there was much laughter and conversation. Trevor would frequently touch my leg under the table with his hand, and I let my hand wander over to his leg as well, and even up to his penis once or twice to give it a little pet or squeeze. I was beside myself with excitement. I was terrifically aroused, and it began to feel completely normal, playfully teasing and petting with Trevor at the table while Bill sat across from us smiling. It was more as if Bill were an old friend than my husband. Trevor was definitely my boyfriend that night. Once, when Bill got up to go to the bathroom, Trevor and I started making out right at the table. I loved the way it felt to kiss him. So passionate, so romantic. My entire body felt alive and sensitive when he held me and kissed me. I lightly caressed his penis through his pants briefly while we kissed. I wanted him to know that I felt a great desire for him. When Bill returned, we straightened up like two kids caught with their hands in the candy jar. I giggled. But the kissing had its effect on me. I was turned on, and I wanted to concentrate on being with Trevor. I had a glass and a half of wine with dinner which, coupled with the gin and tonic, was way more than I usually drank. After I had served dessert, Bill suggested that Trevor and I go into the living room and that he would clear the table. He said he had it all set up for us. I took Trevor by the hand and pulled him out of his chair, playfully. I really wanted to get him to the living room. When we got to the living room I could see what Bill had been doing while we thought he was in the bathroom. There was soft light and music playing. The drapes were all drawn, and the sofa bed was pulled out, with satin sheets and pillows strewn on it. I walked to the bed, holding Trevor's hand. When I got there, I turned towards him and leaned into his powerful chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I turned my face up to his. He brought his lips towards mine, and kissed me long and deeply. When the kiss ended, I asked him, "Trevor, are you all right with Bill being here while we do this again?" He nodded. "Yeah, he explained it all to me. He told me you want more sex than he can give you, that he's kind of slowing down as he's getting older, but you're not. He says I'd be doing everyone a favor by giving you what you need. And he just wants to stick around to make sure everything's ok, you being his wife and all." "And you're alright with that?" I asked. "Yeah," he continued. "You know, I've always been pretty shy around girls. I've never really been with anyone, not like that, and those last couple times with you, well, it just seemed so nice and normal, and I wasn't shy at all, and......" I stopped him with my mouth on his. When the kiss ended, he continued. ".....I just really like being with you that way, Mrs. J." I told him, "I really like being with you, too, Trevor, and you do make me very happy. But you can't penetrate me. We can make each other feel good, but we can't go all the way. That's only for my husband." "But Mr. Johnson said you were fixed, and when I told him that I hadn't been with anyone before, he said it would be okay. We don't even need to use a condom." I felt a rush flow through my entire body when he said that. Bill had actually invited Trevor to have intercourse with me. But no, I thought, I can't. That would be going too far for a married woman. "I don't know, Trevor," I said. I felt that I could justify the things we had done so far, and that guilt from it wouldn't eat into my relationship with Bill. But I was afraid, so afraid, that to actually have intercourse would be something that I could never justify, and that I would regret forever as the guilt and recrimination eroded my relationship with my husband. "I just don't know," I repeated. "I am married, after all. I'm not sure it's right." But the thought of it had certainly inflamed me. While my mind was saying no, my body was saying, "please, please, please, please!" When Trevor kissed me again, I melted into his arms. We fell onto the bed, and he rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I felt helpless underneath him as he smothered my mouth with kisses. I returned each one with more passion. I put my arms around him, hugging him to me in the thrall of our embrace. He rolled off me to the side, and I immediately reached for his big cock. I felt it in his pants, already hard. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled his zipper down. I reached into his pants and found it, waiting there for me. I held it in my hand and squeezed it. I rubbed it up and down. I had missed it so much. I had wanted it so much. I went to the foot of the bed and took off his shoes. Then I pulled on the hem of his pant legs. His bottom rose up, and his pants slid down. I pulled them off. I reached up and grabbed his underwear, and pulled them down his legs and off him. His magnificent cock sprang to life when free, all of it, sticking up in the air, beckoning me. I moved up to it, took it in my hand, feeling its massive girth. I wondered how it would feel in me. I kissed it. I wondered how it would feel as it slid all the way in the first time. I licked it. I wondered what it would feel like buried deep in my pussy, touching places that no man had ever touched. I took it in my mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to have it ramming in and out of me. I used my mouth like a vagina, fucking him with my lips and tongue. I wondered what it would feel like when it exploded in me, filling me with his warm sperm. I worked my hand in time with my mouth. "Come for me, Trev. Come in my mouth," I pleaded. This was what I had been waiting for all week. I kissed and licked and sucked and used my hand. "I want your cum, Trevor," I almost begged. "Come in my mouth." I felt his cock twitch, then pulse, then he flooded my mouth with his milky sperm. He groaned and unleashed another gush of cum. I sucked greedily and swallowed every drop. I milked the last drops out of him. I was so turned on! "God, that felt good, Mrs. J." Trevor said as I kissed and licked the tip of his penis. I felt it softening in my hand. "I think it's time you started calling me Fran, Trevor," I said with a laugh. "Yeah, right. Fran......that really felt good." I climbed up him until I could nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. "That felt pretty good for me, too," I whispered into his ear. "I don't usually like doing that". He whispered back, "Do you want me to do it to you?" I nibbled on his ear and whispered, "Yes, I'd like that very much." He rolled me over and got up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles gleamed in the soft light. I scooted up a bit, and as I did, I noticed that Bill was sitting quietly in the recliner across from us. He was in the shadows, but I could see him smile when I caught his eye. He put his index finger to his lips, as if to say "Shhh." Trevor asked if he could take my clothes off. I responded by slipping off my panties. I could feel my thick juices cling to the gusset as I pulled it away from my dripping cunt. Then Trevor slowly pulled the sheer chemise up over my head and off me. He started by kissing my right breast. As he kissed and licked the right nipple, he did all the things I taught him with his hand to my left breast. As he took most of my right breast into his mouth and sucked on it, he gently pinched and twisted the other nipple, pulling on it lightly as he did it. It felt heavenly, but I was so turned on, I needed attention downstairs. I lightly pushed on his shoulders, indicating I wanted him to move down towards my cunt. He kissed his way down my belly, but stopped when he got to my furry little patch. "I've never done this before," he said as he looked up at me. "I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do." I pushed his head down towards my pussy and said, "Just start by kissing up and down and all around it." I sighed as he started planting light kisses along my vulva and over the swollen lips. "Now use your tongue a little bit to lightly lick the lips on either side." He began to lick lightly up and down my lips. "Do you taste me?" I whispered. "Yes, and you taste good," was his answer. He went back to licking, this time with more pressure. Suddenly his tongue, almost by accident on the well lubricated lips of my pussy, slipped into the center and into me. I groaned, and he sensed that I found that pleasurable. He licked up and down, and would let his tongue slip into me as he got near the entrance to my vagina. He began to pay more attention to my opening, moving his tongue in and out like a small penis. I caressed his hair as he pleasured my wet hole with his tongue. "Do you remember when I showed you where my clit was?" I asked after relishing the feeling for a while. "Ung huh," he answered, his tongue deep inside me. "You can lick me there, too. Just use the tip of your tongue and lick it lightly." I held his head in my hands as he began lightly licking my clit.. "Do that and put a finger in me." He put his index finger in me, the palm of his hand pointing downward. "No, the other way," I corrected. "Turn your finger around so you can curve it up into me, not down." He made the correction, and slid his finger back in. "That's better." I could feel his finger working against my G spot. I caressed his head and hair and gave him encouragement as he pleasured me with his mouth and finger. I would tell him he could speed up a little on my clit, and he would instantly respond. It was like making small corrections while driving. I asked him to use two fingers in me, and to give my clit more stimulation. I was wanting to come. He sped up, and I pushed against his fingers as he drove them into me. "That's it, baby," I told him. "Just like that." I knew that if he kept on doing that, he would make me come soon. And soon enough, I felt my orgasm approaching from the distance. I felt it coming from far, far away. It sped up as it got closer, and soon it washed over me like a huge wave, enveloping me in it's wash, lifting me, and carrying me away. It was a wonderful orgasm; warm, comforting, and at that moment I felt great warmth and tenderness towards Trevor. I pressed my legs together as the orgasm subsided, squeezing his head lightly between my thighs. When I was completely finished, I pulled on his head, signaling to him that I wanted him back up. He kissed back up my belly, across my breasts, and I held his head between my hands as I brought his face to mine and kissed him. I could taste myself on his mouth. In the past, I would have found this very unpleasant, but in that moment, it was beautiful because it was his mouth, and his mouth had brought me so much pleasure. He laid on top of me and I could feel that he was already hard again. The base of his cock was up against my pubic bone, and the tip was well above my belly button. He kissed me and started lightly moving his hips as though he was fucking me. I responded by pressing up against him each time he pressed his loins into me. We kissed and did this little dance; all the movements of sex without penetration. I felt his hard cock against my stomach as we moved together in harmony. The kisses were heaven, the movement so sexy as we moved together. I ran my hands up and down his back. I caressed his bottom, one hand on each cheek, feeling the muscles tighten with each slow thrust he made. And with each slow thrust, my body responded, arching to meet him. "Mrs J." he whispered. "I really want to do it. I really want to put it in you." I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath as the thought of it hit home deep in my loins. "Shhh, Trevor, we can't do that." He rubbed his hard cock against my tummy. I moved against him, as drops of precum began to lubricate the friction between his beautiful, wonderful cock and my flat, firm belly. Suddenly I felt him shift down, and just like that it was rubbing against my vagina. "No, Trevor," I said. "we can do anything but that." His hips moved and the huge head of his cock brushed up and down my slit. My hips were in motion, rolling in time to his movements. It felt so good as he rubbed the head of his penis against my pussy. "We'd better stop now, Trevor," I said. But I couldn't stop moving my hips in time to him, rubbing my pussy against his hard cock. Then I heard Bill say, "Go ahead Trevor, it's all right. She wants it" Trevor jerked, startled by Bill's unexpected voice, and tried to pull away. But I was holding the cheeks of his bottom tight, and I pulled him back, rolling my hips to keep the contact between his cock and my pussy. "We can't," I said. Bill answered, "Sure you can. You know you want it." I could feel Trevor's cock rubbing against my pussy, and I didn't want it to stop. "We really shouldn't," I said, and felt the head of Trevor's huge member push against my opening, wanting in, but hesitating. "Go ahead, Trevor, put it in," Bill said, verbally prodding Trevor. Still, Trevor held back, but remained poised at the opening to my hole. "No, we can't!" I cried, and without prior intention, I pulled Trevor's bottom towards me and pushed myself up take him into me. I pulled him in with all my might and felt his huge cock impale me, stretching every inch of me as I pulled him in deeper and deeper. It was bigger than anything I had ever had in me, and could feel the wonderful pressure as his huge cock pressed against the inner walls of my pussy and stretched and pushed its way into me. It just kept going in and in and in as I pulled him into me and pushed up against him. "No," I whimpered again when he was completely inside me, filling me in a way I had never been filled. "No," I said as I started to come against his cock. "No," I cried as I held him in me, wanting to never lose that feeling, to never let him out of me. Trevor began to move. He withdrew a bit and slid it all the way back in me. I came again. His cock felt huge in me, it filled me in a way I had never been filled. It was so hard, yet it was soft and comfortable at the same time. He began to move it in and out, each stroke bringing me new ecstasy. I was coming and coming, not sure where one orgasm ended and another started. "Faster," I whispered in his ear, and he started pumping his giant in and out of me. I was sure he must be tearing me apart, but if this is what being torn apart felt like, I wanted to be ripped to shreds. "Harder," I whispered as I hugged him to me and wrapped my legs around his. I met every hard thrust with a frantic thrust of my own, with my hips pushing against his, wanting every inch of him deep inside me. I was lost in his cock. Each orgasm was better than the last, each thrust of his powerful body into mine a shockwave of ecstasy. I held him tightly as he pumped his massive tool in and out of me, each downward stroke touching me in the deepest part of my cunt, each deep stroke giving me new pleasures in places that had never felt pleasure before. I felt his body start to tense, and then felt his cock twitch in me. I was suddenly flooded with a wet warmth in my vagina as he pumped his first creamy gift into me. My next orgasm reached a higher crescendo than any other. It was a total body orgasm, not limited to my cunt, not limited to any part of my body. My legs orgasmed, my arms orgasmed, the orgasm was in my stomach, and in my head. Every part of me was in the kind of ecstasy which was usually limited to my genitals. I felt the gush of my orgasm as my juices flowed out of me and mixed with Trevor's as he pumped spurt after huge spurt in me. I realized that I had been crying out unintelligible things, just noises coming out of me as my body was in total spasm. Slowly the orgasm shrunk. It left my arms first, then my legs, then my head, then my chest, and finally I was left only with an intense feeling deep in my vagina, where Trevor's beautiful cock lay buried. With a final small pump, Trevor gave me the last of his seed. He held his cock still in me, and I could feel it twitch with an aftershock every few moments. After we lay there for a moment, I heard Trevor whisper in my ear, very quietly, "Thank you, Mrs. J." "Fran," I whispered back, and kissed his cheek where it lay against mine. I heard Bill get up from his chair and walk towards the kitchen. Trevor and I lay there for a few moments, nuzzling and kissing. We heard Bill starting to make noise in the dining room and kitchen as he cleared the table and rinsed the dishes for the dishwasher. "That's your cue, I think," I told Trevor. "Maybe you should go." He rose out of my arms and sat on the edge of the bed, his arm draped across me. "I sure liked that," he said in an almost sad voice. "I liked that even more than I thought I would." I rubbed his strong arm. "I liked it, too, Trevor." I paused. "I might have liked it too much." "Can we do it again sometime?" he asked. "Do you think?" "I hope so, Trevor. I really hope so." I patted his arm and he stood and started getting dressed. Just as he was finished, Bill walked into the room and turned on a light. I covered myself. "Well, thanks for coming over, Trevor," Bill said in his hale and hearty voice. "Hope you enjoyed the dinner." Then he winked at Trevor. Trevor looked down, obviously embarrassed, and just said, "Yeah, thanks a lot, Mr. J. It was great." He looked over at me, laying with my chemise over my breasts and my legs primly together. "Well, bye Mrs. J." he said, and walked towards the front door. Bill showed him to the door and let him out. Just like that, he was gone. Bill raced back into the living room, throwing off his clothes. He almost leaped onto the bed and started kissing and sucking my breasts, telling me how exciting it was to watch Trevor fuck me. "I could see his cock going in and out of you Fran, I could see it all!" There was a huge wet spot that I was laying in, the combination of my gushing orgasm and the huge amount of semen that Trevor had deposited in me. It was leaking out of me, running in rivulets down my bottom and on to the bed. Bill put his hand on my messy pussy and moaned. "Trevor left a little gift for me, I see," he said. "Let me clean you up." He pushed my legs apart and went down on me. All I could think about was Trevor's huge cock. How it felt going into me. How many orgasms it gave me. Bill was talking at the same time he was licking and sucking my cum-filled pussy. He was going on and on about how good Trevor fucked me. I knew he wanted me to join in, to belittle him like they did on the websites, to tell him to clean my pussy good, but I just didn't have the heart for it. Bill was really going to town, living out his fantasy of eating another man's cum from my pussy. I could see that he was really getting worked up. As he licked and sucked, I marveled that in the beginning I hadn't wanted to flash the men on the bus, but I gave in and did it, and then I was okay with it. The idea of flashing a priest and masturbating in front of him was horrifying to me, but when Father Mick explained it, I realized that I was doing a kindly priest a favor. I ended up feeling okay about it and about myself. I hadn't wanted to flash Trevor to begin with, but Bill talked me into it. And I felt okay with it. I could live with it. I never thought I would let Trevor touch me, or that I would touch him, and certainly not give him a blowjob and swallow his cum. But I did it, and I was okay with it. And finally, I knew that I should never, never, never have intercourse with a man other than my husband. I knew that it would change things, that I would feel sullied, and impure for my husband, and I feared that he may end up rejecting me because of it. But when I finally gave in, it was wonderful. It wasn't a bad thing, it was a beautiful thing. It opened up a whole new world to me. And I felt okay with it, I accepted it. I was still me. But what Bill was doing to me now made me feel dirty. Trevor had given me something wonderful, and now Bill was sucking it out of me. I suddenly found this repulsive. Bill was still going on and on, working himself into a frenzy. I felt his body stiffen, and I heard the familiar groan of his orgasm. It lasted for quite a while and I realized that he had probably been incredibly turned on all evening as well, and that he had just now finally gotten his release. "Oh God, Fran, I came from just sucking Trevor's cum out of you," Bill said. "Don't worry, though, I'll get you off with my tongue." I placed my hand on the top of his head, and scooted up a little, removing my pussy from the reach of his mouth. "That's okay, honey," I told him. "I had so many orgasms with Trevor, I'm not sure if I have any left in me. I'm fine, really." I stood up and looked down at the bed. There was a massive round wet spot right in the center, and a tiny one down near the foot of the bed where Bill had just released. "Why don't you put the room back together and put these sheets in the washer. Better put the bed pad in, too, it's probably soaked." I started towards the stairs, and then remembering the websites we had looked at, stopped and turned back to Bill. "Trevor's cock felt so much better than yours in me," was all I said. I spoke the truth. \----------------------------------------------- *Thanks for the votes and the comments! More with Fran cumming soon!! \-Heironymous*

Hotel Get Together

Pulling off the motorway, Kath made her way along the slip-road, eventually coming to a halt in the hotel car-park. Digging her mobile phone from her pocket, she quickly typed out "At hotel" and pressed 'Send'. She didn't have to wait long for a reply. "Traffic hellish. B abt 40 mins" came the response. Kath smiled to herself. Much as she was looking forward to seeing Craig again and would have been happy if he'd been just behind her, this gave her time to check in and have a shower before he arrived which, after a long drive, was just what she needed. Having checked in with a minimum of fuss, Kath sent a quick text saying: "Rm 237. Will b w8ing 4 u ;-)XxX" before heading to he room. The room itself was basic but Kath was content with that. So long as it was clean, which it was, the bed was comfortable, which still needed testing, and there was plenty of hot water in the shower, which she would soon find out, she was happy enough. It was, after all, for just one night. Pausing only long enough to unpack her dressing-gown, Kath quickly undressed and made her way through to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, she quickly adjusted it to the correct temperature then stepped in. The warm water felt good against her travel-weary body and she quickly began to relax as it cascaded over her. Kath let out a long sigh as the hot water slowly washed away the tensions of her long drive. She quickly washed her long, blonde hair then, lathering up her hands, she began to give herself a well needed rub down. The hot jet of the shower felt like a thousand fingers massaging her skin. Without any conscious thought, her hands slid over her breasts. Kath sighed and closed her eyes as her hands rubbed against their soft skin. Perhaps it was because of Craig's imminent arrival but as the hot water flowed over her and her hands glided over her skin, her imagination took over; erotic images filling her mind. As her hands continued to stroke and caress her breasts images became more and more vivid. She saw herself on her knees, in front of Craig with his long, thick cock between her lips as her mouth slid up and down its length. The scene changed and this time he was above her, pinning her down as his cock thrust deep inside her pussy. Her knees began to tremble as scenes unfolded before her. As she imagined him behind her, his cock buried deep inside her arse, she realised that she was looking forward to 'catching up' with Craig even more than she had previously thought. Kath and Craig had been friends for several years, having originally worked together when she had joined the firm he worked for as a graduate trainee. There had always been an 'undertone' to their friendship; one filled with suggestive banter and innuendo. It was only when she had left the company, a few years later, that their relationship had become physical. It had been on her leaving night when, having bolstered her courage with a certain amount of alcohol, she had blurted out her attraction to Craig. One thing had led to another and, before they knew it, they had been back at Kath's flat, their hands roaming all over each others' bodies as they struggled to remove each others' clothes. Kath remembered how her hands had fallen to his jeans tugging at the buttons. With one movement she'd pulled his jeans and boxers down over his hips, revealing a cock that was long, thick and very, very hard. Kath had quickly dropped to her knees, taking his cock between her lips before proceeding to suck it. That had been for starters. Much as Kath enjoyed sucking on a nice juicy cock, and would normally have been happy to have taken him all the way, feeling him fill her mouth with his cum, that night she had had a fire in my pussy needed to be put out. In only a matter of minutes after arriving at her flat, Kath had found herself lying on her bed, her legs wrapped around his, her pussy stretching to accommodate him as he began fucking her. She remembered how she had pushed her hips back to meet his slow, powerful thrusts, and how she had pulled her knees up to let him in deeper. "Harder! Ooh harder!" she had moaned as his cock ground in and out and a warm glow spread out from her pussy to engulf her whole body. Craig had driven her to climax after climax as he fucked her pussy and then her arse. In the end, after having both her pussy and arse soundly fucked and filled with cum, she and Craig had collapsed, spent, together in each others' arms, holding each other close. Without even realising it, while lost in her reverie, Kath's left hand had found her pussy. With two fingers inside her, her thumb gently massaged her clit. Her other hand still caressed her breasts, massaging the rich suds into her skin while in her mind, once again, she was with Craig, stroking his cock until it erupted, sending a final load of hot sticky cum over them. Kath began to moan as her imagination and the sensations from her clit gripped her. She drove her fingers deep into her pussy and began to pump them in and out. She leaned against the wall of the shower unit to steady herself as her passion rose. "Ohhh, mmm, ahhh," she moaned as she pinched her nipples with the fingers of her right hand, the fingers of her left hand twisting inside her pussy. With her body on fire, Kath rubbed at her clit with her thumb. Her womb began to contract. "Mmmm yessss!" she cried out as her climax rose up to claim her. Her body trembled so violently she had to grab the towel ring to stop her from falling. "Oh yesss! Oh fuck yessss!" she cried as she gave herself up to her pleasure. Breathing hard, she let her fingers slip out of her pussy. She used both hands to massage her breasts, rubbing them and squeezing them together as she rolled her nipples with her thumbs, Breathing hard and almost unable to stand, Kath savoured the sensations as her climax peaked then slowly subsided. Turning the water off, she grabbed a towel and made her way wearily but contentedly through to the bedroom where she began to dry herself off. Kath had barely finished drying her hair when someone knocked on the door. A shiver of excited anticipation ran up her spine. Getting to her feet, she quickly pulled on her dressing-gown, tying the belt loosely around her waist, and made her way to the door. It was Craig. "Yes?" Kath enquired coyly, "Can I help you?" Craig smiled; that familiar lopsided, slightly ironic smile that Kath had always found so endearing. "Well," he drawled, "I understand there's a pretty but very frustrated damsel in distress being held captive somewhere on this floor and apparently, she needs a good seeing-to to help set her free. I *was* hoping to offer her my services. I don't suppose you know where I might find her do you?" Kath laughed. "Oh, her, I'm afraid you're too late," she replied with aplomb, "She was in the room next door but some tall, handsome young stud fucked her brains out then swept her away not more than ten minutes ago. Will I do instead?" she asked, opening the front of her dressing-gown to give Craig a glimpse of her toned, yet generously curved body. Craig's eyes lingered on Kath's body until she covered herself again. He laughed. "Well," he began at his drollest, "I suppose you might, just, at a push." "Well," Kath replied, "I wouldn't want to keep you away from anything more important." Craig pretended to think about it. "No, that's OK. I'm sure I could spare some time since you offered so generously." Laughing, Kath grabbed Craig's arm. "Well then, get your arse in here and give me a bloody good seeing-to," she said, pulling firmly on his arm. The door closed behind him as Kath pulled him into the room. Almost at once, she was in his arms and their lips were pressed firmly together. "It's wonderful to see you again, Craig," Kath said when their lips finally parted. "It's great to see you too," Craig agreed. "You still look fantastic." "Why, thank you," Kath replied. "Just for that, you've earned yourself a closer look." She smiled impishly, shrugging off her dressing-gown and letting it fall to the floor to stand naked in front of him. "I must say, you're looking pretty hot yourself and I hope I'm going to get to have a closer look too!" "I'm fairly certain that can be arranged." Craig agreed, casting an admiring eye over Kath's body. "Good!" Kath kissed him and, as she did, she began tugging at his clothes. As they kissed, Craig assisted her and was quickly as naked as she was. Kath moved into his embrace, pressing her body firmly against his. "Mmmmm, I'd almost forgotten how good you feel," she purred contentedly. Craig murmured his agreement. "Hmmmm, it feels like you *are* pleased to see me," Kath murmured, feeling his cock stiffen and press against her. She reached down and stroked it gently. "Mmmmm, long, hard and ready for action, just how I remember it and just the way I always like it." Kath's grip became firmer as she worked her fingers along Craig's shaft. "Would you mind awfully if I were to give it a bit of a suck?" Smiling, Craig replied, "I wouldn't mind in the slightest. In fact, you can give it as much of a suck as you like." Kath smiled. Taking his hand, she led him towards the large bed in the centre of the room. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, pushing him gently towards the bed, "Then I'll see what I can do to make you uncomfortable again," she added with a coy grin. Craig settled himself on the edge of the bed. Kath quickly positioned herself between his legs. She stroked his cock lightly; it twitched in response to her touch. "How long has it been since I last did this?" she asked. "Too long," he replied, "Far too long." Kath smiled. "Yeah. Far too long," she agreed. Holding his cock lightly, she leaned forward to kiss its tip. Craig was powerless as Kath proceeded to tease him. He moaned as she leaned forward and kissed his stomach, her breasts rubbing against the insides of his thighs, his cock sliding between her firm, fleshy globes. She smiled up at him as she reached down to press her breasts together, squashing his cock between them. "Oh, Kath! That's so good!" Craig gasped as she rocked slowly back and forth, his cock sliding between her breasts. "Glad you approve," Kath replied coyly before flicking her tongue over his knob as it poked from her cleavage. Craig groaned as Kath coated the head of his cock with a warm film of saliva. "Damn!" Craig sighed, "Oh fuck yes!" he gasped as Kath took his knob into her mouth and slowly slid her lips along his shaft. As she worked her mouth back and forth she let her teeth drag lightly against his cock, her tongue swirling over its surface. Craig's hips bucked slightly, forcing his cock deeper into her hot and hungry mouth. "Oh, Kath!!!!!" he moaned as she took the head into the back of her throat and swallowed repeatedly. Kath began to move her head back and forth, sliding her lips along his shaft. At the top of each stroke she swirled her tongue around the head then flicked it lightly across the slit. "Ohhh, mmmm," Craig groaned as, sucking hard, Kath lips slid down his shaft, taking as much of his cock as possible into her mouth. Wrapping her fingers around the remaining inches, she moved her hand in time with her mouth. Cupping his balls with her free hand, her mouth and other hand slid up and down in tandem. "Fuck! That feels so good!" Craig groaned in appreciation. Craig's breathing deepened. He moaned as Kath's mouth slid lightly up and down his shaft, sucking gently as she moved. She began to vary the pace; first slow and gentle than hard an fast before slowing down again. As she devoured his cock with her mouth, she cupped and squeezed his balls, pressing her middle finger into the sensitive spot between his balls and arsehole. "Shit! Ohhh fuck!" Craig groaned as his hips begin to buck. Reaching down, he held Kath's head as he fucked her mouth, thrusting his cock with short, angry stabs into her eager mouth. Kath could tell that Craig was getting close; she could feel his cock begin to twitch; she could taste his rich pre-cum as it oozed on to her tongue. Kath slid her lips up until only the very tip of his swollen member remained in her mouth. Gripping his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, she began to rub up and down. Craig's moans became increasingly desperate. Kath stroked his cock harder, increasing her pace, sucking hard as the head of his cock swelled in her mouth. "I... I can't t... take much more, Kath," Craig groaned from between clenched teeth as the pressure for release mounted unbearably, "I... I'm going t... to c... cum!" With her lips securely wrapped around the head of his cock, Kath let her mouth relax. Tilting her head back, their eyes met as she gave his balls one final, gentle squeeze. Craig's balls seemed to contract and, with a growl of sheer animal lust, he let go. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cum surged into Kath's hungry mouth. As Craig forced his cock between her lips, deep into her mouth, she swallowed his cum quickly, savouring the taste and the sensations as it trickled down her throat. Kath's jaw began to ache as the force of release caused him to fuck it harder. She almost gagged as he drove his knob repeatedly into the back of her throat. As his climax subsided, Craig's thrusting slowed and eventually stopped. Still sucking hard, Kath wrapped her lips around his knob and let the last of his stream pool in on her tongue. With a sigh, Craig slipped his cock from between Kath' lips, leaving a small trail of cum dribbling down her chin. Looking him in the eye, Kath smiled. Opening her mouth wide, she made a show of savouring the cum she'd collected on her tongue before greedily swallowing it down. "Mmmm, I enjoyed that," she purred, wiping her chin and licking her fingers before sucking the last few drops from his rapidly diminishing cock. Kath scrambled up on to the bed to lie next to Craig. "I take it I haven't lost my touch?" she asked. "You're kidding, aren't you?" Craig replied, "I'd say you've managed to get even better!" Kath kissed Craig lightly on the cheek then smiled. "That's good to know," she purred, "I guess all the practice I've had over the years has paid off." "I'd say so," Craig agreed emphatically, "I only hope I can acquit myself as admirably." "Oh, I'm sure you will," Kath replied, giving Craig a reassuring pat on the arm, "Yours was always one of my favourite tongues. Even most of my girlfriends never come close to giving me what that tongue of yours could. I swear it has a mind all of its own." "So glad you approve," Craig drawled. "I do indeed," Kath replied. "Now, do you think you could stop talking about it so that you can put your tongue to a much better use?" she enquired with aplomb. Craig laughed. "I guess, since you put it so nicely, I suppose I could. After all, it's going to take me a little time to be ready again, so I suppose we need to have some way to occupy ourselves until then." "Oh, I couldn't agree more," Kath replied, feigning innocence, "We see each other so rarely and we have so little time, it just wouldn't do to waste any." Craig's smile broadened. Leaning forward, he kissed her lightly on the lips. The kiss quickly increased in passion and intensity. With their lips pressed firmly together, Craig let his hands begin exploring Kath's body. "Mmmm. That feels good," Kath sighed as Craig's fingers traced the curve of her breasts and gently teased her nipples. A few moments later, his lips replaced his fingers and he began feasting on Kath's breasts. "Ooooooh, Craig," Kath cooed as his tongue coated her breasts with a film of warm, wet salvia. "That feels so good." Craig sucked each of Kath's nipples into his mouth in turn. Kath moaned as he gently but firmly fastened his teeth around one nipple and began to pull, flicking his tongue over its stiffened tip as he teased the other with his thumb. Despite their size, Kath's breasts were extremely sensitive. With the tenderly skilful way with which Craig played with them, it was no surprise to Kath when her womb began to pulse. "Ooooooohhhhhhh yesssssssss!" she cried, throwing her head back as a small but intensely powerful orgasm spread through her, causing her body to shake. Craig paused briefly, smiling as he watched Kath's face contort with pleasure as her climax washed over her. As her breathing returned to normal, Kath smiled at Craig. "That was good!" she said appreciatively. Craig laughed. "You're the only woman I know who can cum from having her tits played with and nothing else," he said. "I know," Kath replied, "I've always been able to. My tits are so sensitive, it's almost as if they're connected directly to my clit." Craig laughed. "So it would seem," he said, "Shall I continue?" "Oh yes," she replied, "And don't worry, that one was just for starters, just like yours. I'll probably have at least a couple more before we're finished." "Good," Craig replied with a smile, "Still the same old Kath I used to know then. Now where were we?" Kath affected a thoughtful expression, lifting a finger to her lips. "I think..." she said slowly, "I think you said you were about to eat my pussy. Why don't we start with that? Then, hopefully, you'll be ready to give me a good, hard fucking!" she added coyly. "Sounds good to me," retorted Craig. He knelt between Kath's legs and leaned forward. "Ahhhh," he sighed as inhaled the rich scent of her pussy. Kath's juices glistened on her enflamed labia, The entrance to her tunnel was open and inviting. Craig pressed his tongue against the moist wet flesh and worked his tongue up from the entrance of Kath's pussy to her clit. "Oooooooohhhhhh," sighed Kath, squirming with pleasure in response to Craig's touch. "You taste soooo good," Craig sighed then curled his tongue into Kath's pussy, darting it rapidly in and out. Kath writhed on the bed, biting her bottom lip as Craig took each of her labia between his lips and sucked them, running the tip of his tongue along their edge. His nose pressed briefly against her clit, sending a shiver up Kath's spine. "Fuck, Craig!" Kath exclaimed, as his tongue explored every fold of her pussy. "You're so good at that," she breathed, "I swear I've never met anyone else that's so good with their tongue." Craig paused briefly to smile before continuing with his feast. He relished the compliment Kath had just given him and felt the first stirrings of recovery in his cock. "What is it?" Kath demanded as Craig chuckled to himself, reflecting on the restorative power of Kath's words "Oh, uh, nothing!" Craig replied glibly. "Well get on with it then!" Kath demanded. "Yes Ma'am," Craig replied before returning to his task. Craig lapped hungrily at Kath's pussy as her warm, rich juices flooded his mouth. Kath began to tease her nipples as his tongue grazed her clit. "Ohhhh fuck, yesssss! That's it! Lick me right there!" she demanded. Craig did as Kath requested, concentrating his attention on her clit, occasionally sucking it between his lips. "Ahhhhhh, mmmmmmm!" Kath sighed as she tugged her nipples with her fingers, feeling the fire in her pussy begin to spread through her. Humming softly as he sucked on Kath's clit, Craig slowly slid one finger into her warm, wet pussy. After pumping it in and out briefly, he added a second, feeling Kath squirm as he twisted them around inside her. "Oh yes, Craig... that's it... don't stop..." she moaned as his fingers plunged into her depths, his tongue lashing her clit. Kath could feel her orgasm approaching. She clutched at the bed covers with her fingers as she tried to hold back. Craig's tongue beat mercilessly on her throbbing clit, his fingers pumped rapidly in and out of her pussy. Suddenly, she felt the tip of another finger press against her tight rear opening. Her sphincter yielded slightly as the tip worked its way in. That final touch was too much for Kath to bear. "Ooooooooohhhh fffuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!" she cried, throwing her head back to give voice to her release as her body began to thrash. Never slowing his pace, Craig continued to lap at Kath's clit. Spasms wracked her body every time he touched her. Her rich juices flooded into his mouth as she came. "Fuck... fuck... ooooohhhhh fffuuucccckkkkkk!!!!!" Kath cried, her body jerking, her head tossing from side to side as she rode the rising waves of her climax. Kath's heart pounded in her chest as her orgasm peaked again and again. She felt herself torn between conflicting desires, wanting to feel Craig's long, thick cock plunging forcefully into her pussy while not wanting the sensations she was experiencing to come to an end. She reached down and grabbed Craig's head, pulling it forward so that his tongue pressed even more firmly against her throbbing clit. The resulting sensations almost caused her to faint as her climax reached an intensity that she had seldom experienced before. The release was overpowering, pushing Kath beyond the brink of her endurance. "Fuck me, Craig!" she heard herself cry, "I want to feel you inside me! Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard!" Craig paused. He made a show of wiping Kath's juices from his face and smiled. "Your wish is my command," he teased as he worked his way up to position himself above her. "Oh fuck yessssss!" Kath moaned as Craig's thick cock pierced her with a single thrust, sliding deep into her inner core, the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate it. "Fuck me!" she urged, pulling her legs back and digging her fingernails into the skin of his buttocks. "Fuck me, Craig! Fuck me hard!!" Flexing his hips, Craig rode Kath with powerful thrusts. Kath rocked her hips to meet Craig's thrusts. The walls of her pussy gripped his thick cock as he buried it inside her. "Oh, Kath!" gasped Craig, "This feels so good! Your pussy's so hot." With her eyes screwed tightly shut, Kath savoured the feeling of having Craig's cock pump in and out of her pussy. His balls slapped against her with every thrust, the outsides of his thighs almost bruising the insides of hers with the intensity of their collision. "Oh yes... Oh fuck... Harder, Craig... Fuck me harder!" cried Kath, her fingernails almost drawing blood as she dug them even harder into his buttocks. With sweat running down his face, Craig increased his pace, his body slamming against Kath's with every thrust. "This h... hard enough for you?" he panted as he drove his cock into her with long, lunging strokes. "Oh fuck yessssss! That's it! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Kath moaned, her quivering pussy aching from the pounding it was taking. She felt herself slipping over the edge again and began tugging on her nipples once more. "Ohhhhhhh Craig!" she cried as she came, her body shaking below his. Craig groaned as the walls of Kath's pussy contracted tightly around his cock. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, pushing up to meet his downward thrusts. He could feel his cock throb as Kath's climax transmitted itself through the walls of her pussy along his shaft. Lifting himself up with his arms, he impaled Kath with all his force, pumping rapidly in and out. "Do... Do you m... mind if I, if I get on t... top?" Kath asked. "No, not at all," Craig replied. He slowly slid his cock from her pussy then rolled on to his back. "Be my guest, climb aboard," he said. Laughing, Kath moved herself on top of Craig, reaching between her legs to guide his cock towards her entrance as she positioned herself above him. "Fuck, your cock is sooooo good," she purred as she slowly impaled herself on its length. "I'd forgotten how good it feels having you inside me." She began to slide slowly up and down, flexing the walls of her pussy around his thick shaft as she rode him with a leisurely pace. Up and down, she rocked her hips, coating his cock with her juices as she moved, murmuring dreamily to herself as she savoured the sensation of being filled by his cock. "Play with my tits," she said softly, leaning forward to let them hang in front of his face. Craig reached up and cupped one in each hand, teasing her nipples with his thumb, slowly rocking his hips up and down, driving his cock deeper into Kath's pussy. "Oh yes, suck them!" she gasped as his lips fastened around one nipple and drew it into his mouth. Slowly increasing her pace, Kath worked her pussy up and down Craig's cock, enjoying the feeling as his long, thick pole stretched her walls while his mouth feasted on her breasts. "Oh fuck, Craig, I'm cumming again!" she moaned as the first rippling contractions gripped her womb, causing her pussy to tighten around his cock. "Christ, that feels good," Craig sighed as the walls of Kath's pussy milked his cock. Kath moaned and whimpered as her climax grew in intensity, the pace of her hips increasing unconsciously in response. Craig clutched at Kath's arse, pulling her down on to him, thrusting his cock upwards at the same time. Opening her eyes, Kath looked down and saw the strain on Craig's face. "Getting close?" she asked softly. Craig merely nodded in response. "Mmmmm," Kath murmured dreamily, "I'm looking forward to feeling you explode inside me." She slid off his cock then stretched out beside him "Get on top of me again and really give it to me," she demanded quietly but firmly. "Oooommmmffff! Ahhhhhh, mmmmmm," Kath sighed as Craig slid into her from above. Wasting no time, he quickly found his pace, pinning Kath to the bed with long, hard, powerful thrusts. Clutching at his back, Kath pulled her knees back, opening herself up fully so that she could take him in deeper. With every thrust, the tension mounted in Craig's groin. Kath's fingers clawed at his back, her nails leaving long, red scratch marks on his skin. "Fill me!" Kath urged. "Fill my pussy with your cum!" Craig groaned as he tried to hold back, Kath's body still thrashing below his. His movements became automatic as his own climax approached, his cock stabbing Kath's quivering pussy with short, sharp thrusts. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he plunged his cock deep inside Kath's trembling body. "Oooooohhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" he cried, throwing his head back as his seed surged up through his cock. "Mmmmmmmmm, yesssssssssss!" Kath murmured as she felt his cock erupt inside her, filling her with jet after jet of his hot, sticky cream. Collapsing against her, Craig continued to thrust as he disgorged his load into her. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they shared an exquisite few moments of ecstasy that were painful in their intensity. At last, with his load spent, Craig rolled away, breathing hard. Kath rolled over and cuddled up beside him. Holding him close, kissing him lightly on the cheek as they began to bask in the afterglow of their shared experience. Gaining control of her body, Kath slid down to take Craig's cock into her mouth. As she sucked the last drops of cum from his cock, cleaning him with her mouth, she savoured the rich taste of her juices that coated his shaft. Craig was still breathing hard when she returned to his side, snuggling into the embrace of his strong arms. "Thank you," she whispered breathlessly into his ear, "You've no idea how much I enjoyed that." Craig chuckled. "I've got a pretty good idea," he said, "And so, probably, has anyone in the next three rooms in any direction." "I wasn't *that* loud!" Kath protested, "Was I?" Craig laughed. "You were a *bit* vocal at times." There was a knock at the door. "That's probably someone come to complain now," he added. "Were you expecting anyone else?" Kath just smiled. Getting up, she pulled on her dressing-gown and made her way to the door. Craig had known Kath long enough not to be too surprised when her husband, Fraser, walked through the door grinning broadly. Chuckling ruefully to himself, Craig realised he probably should have been expecting something like this. Fraser strode into the room. "Evening, Craig. You're looking well." Craig started to rise but Fraser cut him off. "No need to get up," he said, "From the look of things, I'd say Kath has been taking pretty good care of you." "I can't deny that," Craig admitted, "Kath always did know how to look after me." "Don't listen to him, love," Kath said to her husband, "If you must know, it was Craig who had just finished taking care of me. If you'd been a couple of minutes earlier, you'd have interrupted us just at the crucial moment." "A-ha!" exclaimed Fraser, giving his wife a wicked grin. "So it was *you* I heard from the car park!" he teased. Kath blushed. "See. Told you," Craig added. "Watch it, you two," Kath responded tartly, "Or I may just decide to go on strike. Then what would you do?" "Probably go down to the bar and watch the match over a couple of pints, eh Craig?" Fraser replied, his grin broadening. "Hmmm, yeah. You probably would too," Kath admitted ruefully. "Well, I'm not going to allow that after all I did to arrange tonight, so..." "So?" Fraser and Craig enquired in unison. "So, why don't we get Craig a drink while he recovers a bit and I'll do my best to bring you up-to-date, as it were?" Fraser smiled. "Lager OK, Craig?" "Sure," Craig replied, "Whatever's handy." With his drink in hand, Craig sat back and watched as Kath turned her attention to her husband. Kath opened her mouth and stretched her lips around the head of Fraser's cock, taking it deep into her mouth. He leant back in the chair as Kath's head bobbed back and forth, working her lips up and down along his length. Sucking hard, Kath swirled her tongue around the head and flicked it over the slit at its tip. With a long, deep, lust filled groan, Fraser reached forward to grab the back of Kath's head, twining his fingers in her long, blonde hair. Holding her head in place he began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth increasing the pace with every stroke. Already turned on from her earlier activities with Craig, Kath was loving every second. Now, having him as an audience as she sucked her husband's cock only heightened her arousal. With one hand she reached up to squeeze her husband's balls, reaching down to stroke her clit with the other, while sucking hard on the thick cock that was being forced into her mouth. Kath's body quickly began to tremble as she drove her fingers into her pussy, her thumb pressing against her throbbing clit. Her impending climax caused her to suck harder on the cock that was being forced roughly between her lips. Fraser groaned as he fucked his wife's mouth. Kath's display of uninhibited wantonness was already having an effect. He could feel the tension mounting and knew he wasn't going to last too much longer. Craig watch from the bed. As the scene unfolded before him, he could feel life return to his cock. He marvelled at how well Kath coped with her husband's rough treatment, never complaining as Fraser drove his cock deep into her mouth. From the way Kath's skin flushed, it was clear she was enjoying everything that was happening. Pre-cum was beginning to ooze from Fraser's cock and she swallowed it down eagerly. "Better get ready," he groaned from between clenched teeth, "I'm goin' to blow any second!" A thrill of anticipation ran up Kath's spine. The walls of her pussy began to flex around her fingers. Suddenly, Fraser's fingers tightened in her hair. He thrust as much of his cock as he could into Kath's mouth then exploded, sending a thick jet of hot cum down her throat. He pulled back, leaving only the tip between her lips. Kath wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to pump, forcing his cum into her aching mouth, letting it pool on her tongue before swallowing it hungrily. Kath let her husband's cock slip from her mouth. "Mmmmmm, that was good," she sighed, licking her lips. She turned to Craig. "I don't suppose I could trouble you for one of your neck and shoulder rubs, could I?" she asked, "All that bobbing my head backwards and forwards is beginning to take its toll." Craig readily agreed. "It'll also pass the time while we're waiting for Fraser to recover," she added coyly as she positioned herself in front of him. "Mmmmmm, that feels good," Kath sighed As Craig began to work on her shoulders with his fingers. She leaned back, into his touch as a warm relaxed glow began to spread through her. Craig worked his fingers down her neck, across her shoulders and down her back. As her worked them back up, along her sides, he lightly brushed against her breasts, causing Kath to squirm and sigh. Fraser soon joined them, concentrating oh his wife's front as Craig worked on her back. He began to kiss and suck on her breasts. "Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm," Kath sighed, pulling her husband's head firmly to her chest as his tongue flicked lightly over her nipples. Occasionally, Kath would reach down and stroke her husband's cock, slowly teasing it back to life. Craig began to kiss and nibble Kath's neck and shoulders. Fraser worked his fingers into his wife's pussy. Kath squirmed and moaned softly in response to their ministrations. A small tremor ran through her. It was quickly followed by another stronger one. "Ohhhh, fuck, yessss!" Kath sighed as she came, her pussy tightening around her husband's fingers as he worked them in and out, twisting them around inside her. As Fraser and Craig explored her body with their hands and mouths, Kath experienced a thrill as she thought about what was going to come next. Just thinking about it intensified her climax. This evening had been a long time in the planning but, now that it had finally arrived, Kath knew she was going to enjoy every second. "Get up on the bed beside Craig," Kath whispered to her husband as her orgasm slowly dissipated. Slipping his fingers from his wife's pussy and giving her nipples a final flick of his tongue, Fraser quickly did as she asked. Reaching out, Kath wrapped her fingers around each of their cocks, rubbing them as Fraser and Craig continued to kiss and caress her all over. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over each of their knobs in turn and was rewarded with gasps and moans of pleasure. Kath's pussy was already wet with the excitement of anticipation, combined with the effects of Craig's and Fraser's earlier attentions. She looked up at them, her hunger and excitement written clearly on her face as she prepared to set about her task in earnest. Kath made a quick decision and moved in front of her husband. Wrapping her delicate fingers around his shaft, she began to run her tongue along its length, coating it with a warm film of saliva. The slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue drove Fraser wild. Kath looked him straight in the eye then, giving his balls a gentle squeeze, she took his cock into her mouth. "Ohhhh, God!" Fraser gasped as her warm mouth encased his prick, his knob nestling in the back of her throat. Varying her pace as she slid her lips up and down Fraser's cock, Kath reached out to stroke Craig's. Her fingers slid up and down, mirroring the motion of her mouth as it devoured Fraser's. After a few minutes, Kath changed places, taking Craig's cock into her mouth as her hand worked up and down her husband's thick shaft. "Fuck that's good!" Craig groaned as she took his knob into the back of her throat and began to swallow. Fraser got up and moved round behind Kath. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue between her enflamed lower lips and began to lap at her juices. Kath's body flinched at the contact. Already incredibly turned on, the contact of Fraser's tongue against her clit was enough to ignite her orgasm. "Fuck!!!" Craig moaned as Kath responded to her climax by sucking harder on his cock. Kath's body trembled as the sensations in her womb engulfed her body. "Mmmmm, you taste so good," Fraser murmured, savouring the rich taste of her essence as Kath's juices, mixed with Craig's earlier load flooded his mouth. As her orgasm peaked again, Kath let Craig's cock slip briefly from between her lips to give voice to her desire. "Fuck me, Fraser!" she demanded, "I want to have a cock at each end." Fraser grinned as he lifted his face from Kath's pussy and moved closer to her. "Anything you say, dear," he replied, grinning. Kath bit her lip in anticipation as she felt him press the head of his cock against her opening. "Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned as he slowly sank his cock into the warm, wet confines of her pussy. "Oh fuck, that feels good," Fraser sighed as he felt the warm tightness of Kath's pussy envelope his shaft. As Fraser began to pump in and out, Kath lowered her head to Craig's lap and took his cock into her mouth once more. Craig reached forward to play with her breasts as his cock disappeared between her lips. Kath's large, shapely breasts were extremely sensitive. As Craig's thumbs pressed against her small, pink nipples, she came again, the walls of her pussy tightening around Fraser's cock. Responding to the sensations in her pussy and breasts, Kath sucked harder on Craig's cock. Both Fraser and Craig groaned. "Oh fuck, that's good!" said Craig as his knob slid along the roof of Kath's mouth. "Yes!!" gasped Fraser as Kath's pussy flexed around his shaft, gripping him tightly. Kath was lost in the sensations of her climax, savouring the feelings of being taken at each end. Without warning, Fraser pulled out. Think you could take both of us together?" he asked. Kath let Craig's cock slip from between her lips. "Mmmmm, I'd love to. In fact, it's just what I've been waiting for all evening," she purred. Fraser exchanged a quick glance with Craig. "Tell you what," he said, "I'll get underneath her and she can ride my cock while you give it to her up the arse." Craig looked questioningly at Kath. "Sounds good to me. What do you think?" he asked her. "Fuck, so long as I'm getting fucked by you both, I don't mind which cock is where!" exclaimed Kath, her excitement mounting at the prospect of getting the double fuck she wanted so badly. "Well, that's OK then," Craig replied drolly, "Is your hubby always so generous?" "Craig, mate," Fraser chipped in before Kath could reply, "I can have her arse any time and will probably get it later once you've gone..." "Oh, you will, will you,?" Kath interjected coyly. "Ssshhh woman!" Fraser replied, giving his wife's backside a playful slap. "As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," he gave Kath's bum another slap, "Since I can have her arse any time, it's only fair that I let you have it now." "Well now," Craig replied, "That is very kind of you." Kath cleared her throat. "Do you think you both might just get on with it?" she asked plaintively, "I mean, you were both planning on doing me tonight weren't you?" Both men smiled somewhat sheepishly. Without any further hesitation, Fraser lay down and Kath positioned herself above her husband. "That's more like it," she said as, reaching back, she guided his cock into her pussy, sliding down his shaft to impale herself on its length. She rocked her hips up and down, preparing herself for what was about to come. "OK," she said at last, smiling over her shoulder to Craig who stood stroking his cock as he waited, "I guess its your turn." Craig pressed his knob against Kath's puckered rear hole. "Ohhhhhhh!" she cried as she felt the muscles yield to his pressure. Craig leaned forward, pushing against her slowly but firmly. "Oh fuck, Craig, you feel soooo big in there!" Kath gasped as, inch by inch, his cock crept into her tightly back passage. Fraser and Craig began to thrust, their cocks stretching Kath's holes. Kath groaned as she pushed herself back, impaling herself fully, her pussy and arse stretching to accommodate their shafts. Fraser reached up to play with his wife's breasts, his fingers kneading her large but firm globes, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Kath delighted at the sensations of having both holes filled at once. Her only regret was that there wasn't a third cock for her to suck as Fraser and Craig thrust their cocks deep inside her. Feeling herself wedged between her husband and Craig, their cocks filling her, Kath felt the pressure in her clit rise again. They were both thrusting into her as hard as they could. She pushed her hips back, grinding hard against them, drawing the two cocks deep into her pussy and arse. "Oh fuck, yes!" Kath cried as she felt another orgasm build within her. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my arse! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she demanded, losing herself to her sensations. Craig and Fraser alternated their strokes, Fraser thrusting in as Craig pulled back. Kath's body shook as they stabbed their cocks into their respective holes. "I'm cumming! Oh fuck... I'm cummmmming!" Kath cried. Craig gripped Kath's hips as he drove his cock deep into her back passage. As Kath came hard, he could feel her pussy tighten around Fraser's cock. "Oh... Oh fuck, Kath," he groaned, "I... I'd forgotten how good your arse feels!" As her orgasm gripped her, Kath lost control. Her body, pinned on the cocks of Craig and Fraser, trembled. "Oh! Ohhh!! Ohhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmmm!! Yesssssssss!" she moaned as wave after wave of pleasure washed over and through her. Fraser licked and sucked on his wife's breasts, feeding her climax. Pushing her breasts together, he took both nipples into his mouth at once, biting down softly and sucking hard as he pushed his cock deeper into her quivering pussy. Kath whimpered softly, unable to make her vocal chords produce anything more coherent. As he battered Kath's tight and tender arsehole with his cock, Craig felt his seed begin to boil up inside him. "Fuck, Kath... Ohhh... Uuunnnhhhhh..." he groaned as his cock erupted sending a fountain of hot cum deep into her bowels. "Yesssssss!" cried Kath as she felt him unleash his load inside her. His sudden release heightened the intensity of her climax, the walls of her pussy tightened reflexively around her husband's shaft. As Craig pulled out, Fraser responded by rolling Kath on to her back. As his cock began to plunge in and out of her quivering pussy, Kath became aware of Craig's cum as it trickled out of her stretched and tender arsehole to pool on the floor beneath her. "Oh Fraser!" she cried, digging her fingernails into his buttocks, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck it hard!" Lifting himself up, Fraser increased the force of his thrusts, putting all his weight behind them, the tip of his knob pressing against Kath's cervix at the bottom of each stroke. Kath moaned, screwing her eyes tightly closed as her husband's cock punished her pussy. She pulled her legs back and rocked her pelvis forward, increasing the depth of Fraser's thrusts. Fraser was breathing hard as his own climax approached. Filling the air with screamed obscenities, Kath urged her husband on. "Fuck me you brute!" she demanded, "Fuck me so hard it hurts!" Summoning the last of his strength, Fraser hammered his cock in and out. His balls felt as if they were on fire as he tried to prevent his release. As Kath writhed beneath her husband, Craig moved so that he could kiss her. He teased her nipples with his fingers as her tongue danced in his mouth. The pressure inside Fraser built until he could take no more. Throwing his head back, he roared, "I'm cumming!!!!!" as his hips surged forward, burying his cock in his wife's hot, quivering pussy, his knob pressing against her cervix. "Oh fuck, yessssss!" Kath sobbed, cumming again as she felt Fraser's cum explode against the neck of her womb. Craig moved away. Kath's back arched and she clung to her husband tightly as he flooded her pussy with his rich, sticky seed, his hips still driving his cock in and out of her tunnel. When Fraser finally pulled out, Kath was overcome with a sudden feeling of emptiness. She pressed her fingers to her enflamed pussy, letting his cum trickle over them before lifting them to her mouth, savouring the rich flavour of her husband's cream as she licked them clean. "Well, I don't know about the pair of you," Kath said at last, licking her lips and removing the last traces of cum, "But after all that, I've worked up quite an appetite. So, why don't we get ourselves cleaned up a bit, then go out and get something to eat and maybe afterwards, Craig can join us for one last session before he goes home?" Fraser laughed. "Sounds good to me. You up for it Craig?" Craig sighed theatrically. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

Bedroom Conversations Ch. 02

My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault – an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of the club. Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group, her bridge group and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it – not doing it! Peggy has a good life, but she earned it by working as a nurse to get me through medical school and residency, while raising two great kids at the same time. She worked her ass off! Now that the kids are in college, she's entitled to a little relaxation. Even so, she engages in a lot of ugly gossip. The ringleader, if there is one, is Lois, who is married to the head of pharmacy at the Clinic. She has somehow figured out a way to find out every medicine everyone is taking – from daughters on birth control pills to husbands on erectile dysfunction tablets. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED We lay there quietly. Both of us had had a hard day. The bedroom was pitch dark as usual and I was ready for sleep, but I knew we would have our usual talk first. "Any news?" Peggy asked. "I got a call from Rich Ames today. He wanted to thank me for the letter of recommendation I sent to his new clinic director. He's applying for academic privileges at the school. I think he'll do well in Kirksville. His divorce will be final in a few days." "At least he dumped that slut wife," Peggy said. Rich had divorced Carolyn for having sex parties with graduate students ten years younger than she was and Peggy hated her guts. I didn't want to tell her but I knew she'd find out sooner or later. "Carolyn got a job." "Who the hell would hire the bitch? The only skill she has is fucking!" Peggy was angry. She got angry every time she thought about Carolyn Ames and the way she had cheated on her husband Rich. "Well, the clinic hired her as a receptionist in the main lobby," I said and waited for the explosion. Peggy sat up in bed and shouted. "The Collins Clinic hired that whore? I do not believe this! Who made that decision?" The room was pitch-dark but I knew exactly what Peggy's face looked like – red with rage. "Larry Morris hired her," I said and awaited another explosion. "Larry Morris is not even a doctor!" Peggy shouted. "That's true, but he's the head of clinic administration and that's who all the non-medical people work for and he's the one that does the hiring." Peggy laid her head back on the pillow and sighed, "Does he know she's a whore?" "He knows Rich divorced her for adultery." "There's only one reason he would hire her," Peggy said with determination. "He wants to fuck her! And Larry Morris is married and he belongs to the club and his wife, Marie, plays bridge in my group and Larry is almost sixty and Marie is fifty-five and Larry wants to fuck a thirty-five year old slut." "Honey, please," I said softly, "you're jumping to conclusions. Maybe he ..." "Wait till I tell my luncheon group about this tomorrow," Peggy said menacingly. Like alerting the Gestapo I thought. Poor Larry and Carolyn are gonna be watched by a bunch of sharp eyed hussies – like field mice are watched by hawks. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy had a determined look on her face when I turned out the light on the bedside table. "I knew it," Peggy said. "Knew what?" I asked. "The gals in my luncheon group all agree that Larry Morris wants to fuck Carolyn Ames," she said with determination. "That makes it true?" I asked. "I might make a mistake, but all six of us cannot be wrong! He wants to fuck the bitch." I almost said something about the girls, but I bit my tongue. "We've got to figure out what to do about Marie," Peggy continued. "She's gonna find out about this sooner or later." "Let me get this straight. Six old broads ... " "We are NOT old broads!" Peggy interrupted. "Excuse me. Six nice ladies sat around a luncheon table and talked about what to do about a woman who is married to a guy you THINK wants to screw the clinic receptionist?" "That's exactly what we talked about, and we don't THINK, we KNOW. We decided to do two things. First we are gonna work with Larry's secretary to keep an eye on Larry – Margie knows Donna real well. And second we are gonna alert Marie that there may be a problem down the road." "At least it will give the 'girls' something to do," I said with a sigh. "You girls sure enjoy that kind of work." "It's necessary work," Peggy said. "Someone has to do it. Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER Peggy and I lay quietly in the darkness. Finally she spoke. "We were wrong!" She said. "He's not fucking her. She's sucking him off." "Can you break that down for me," I asked in a pleading voice. "Carolyn Ames is sucking off Larry Morris several times a week in his office. We got his secretary to keep watch. Donna pretended to go to lunch as usual but hid in an adjoining room. Carolyn Ames showed up and spent a half hour in Larry's office." "Donna cracked the door just a tad and she saw Larry sitting in that big leather chair, leaning back with his eyes closed, and his pants at half-mast. Carolyn Ames was on her knees sucking his dick. And she was doing him deep throat!" "I'll be damned," I said. "It's a quid pro quo." "Yeah," said Peggy. "The quid is a NEW job and the quo is a BLOW job." "So now what?" I asked. "The bridge table is joining the luncheon group tomorrow and we're gonna discuss it with Marie and find out what she wants to do." "Let me see if I understand this," I said. "A dozen women are gonna sit around a table over lunch and discuss what to do about one of the wives whose husband is getting blowjobs from the clinic receptionist. And this is gonna stay reasonably private?" "No! You always exaggerate!" Peggy said angrily. "Not a dozen. There'll only be nine of us. And it will stay private ... well ... probably ... mostly private." "I can't wait to hear what happens," I said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER I had waited over a week with some enthusiasm to hear what "the girls" had decided to do about Larry Morris getting regular blowjobs from Carolyn Ames. Peggy didn't disappoint me, even though I had to wait a while to find out. "We're not gonna do anything," Peggy said. "Just let Larry keep getting sucked off." "And why did you decide on that?" I asked. "Marie says it has greatly improved his attitude. He's not moody. He's more cheerful. And he still fucks Marie every Saturday night and he's more enthusiastic about that. Blowjobs seem to be doing him good and Marie hates to give blowjobs." "Why am I having trouble understanding this?" I asked. "Because you don't understand women," Peggy said. "Darling I have been told by dozens of women that my understanding of women is exceptional," I said. "Okay, then, you don't understand SOME women," Peggy said. "Look at it from Marie's point of view. Hubby is in a much better mood. He is a much better fuck. She doesn't have to suck him off – a slutty bitch is doing that for her – doing him deep throat which Marie can't do. And she can end it any time she wants by just walking in on him with his pants at half-mast and his dick in another woman's mouth." I thought about it. Well it did make some sense I suppose. Then I said the wrong thing. I thought I was joking but Peggy took it seriously. "It improved his attitude? Darling, do you think my attitude might improve if ..." I got no further with that thought! "Don't even think about going there you horny bastard! I had enough of that with that Detweiler bitch!" At least she had the decency to laugh and start tickling my balls. Maybe she got my message. When I felt her lips on my cock I realized that she had gotten the message. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER Finally I had some good news for Peggy. "Rich's replacement was interviewed today. His name's Rusty Embly. I'm on the committee and so is Pamela Grassley." "I know – I had lunch with Pam and I'm already getting phone calls" "Phone calls?" "Yeah. Gail says the unmarried nurses are all on red alert – he's single and he's a doll!" "I didn't notice that." I said. "I'm glad you didn't," Peggy said sarcastically. "I don't want that kind of male flesh to attract your attention." "Pam was on the committee that interviewed him. She didn't seem too impressed with him," I said. "Good!" Peggy said firmly. "Good? Not impressed? Why is that good?" I asked, puzzled that Pam was not impressed. "It's good because Pam told me today at lunch that just looking at him made her pants get wet and she was trying to look kinda neutral so she wouldn't get that star-struck twinkle in her eye that tells a guy a girl wants to fuck." "She likes him?" I asked. "She wants to fuck him. But more than that she wants to catch him. He's the first potential husband she's seen since she came to Springfield," Peggy said. "She wants to tie him up and check him out to see if he is for real." "Tie him up? Check him out. Let me get this straight. You and Pam talked about ways to entrap Rusty Embly?" I was shocked. Well maybe not shocked but at least surprised. "Not exactly entrap, but ... well ... you're getting the general idea." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED I turned out the light and we lay in the darkness for only a moment before Peggy spoke. "We have a problem," said Peggy. "A problem? What problem?" I said. "He's fucking that bitch!" "Who's fucking which bitch?" I said. "Rusty Embly is fucking Carolyn Ames," Peggy said with certainty. "I knew the bitch would try to get him in the sack but I didn't expect it this soon. She drove him around Springfield on Monday and Tuesday and then she fucked him Tuesday night at his hotel and Wednesday night at her apartment." "How the hell do you know that? What the hell do you girls do, hire private detectives?" "Her car was not at her apartment parking lot Tuesday night and his rental car was in her parking lot Wednesday night. She's a whore so there's only one conclusion." "How the hell can you know about everybody's automobiles?" I asked in amazement. "There's six or eight of us. We just drive around and check things out and make a few phone calls and take a few notes and then meet at the club and exchange information." The Springfield SS – the Gestapo! I thought. "So now what?" I asked. "Pam and I had a long talk." "Is she giving up on Rusty?" I asked. "Giving up?" Peggy responded. "Of course not. No more than I gave up on you when you started fucking Gladys Detweiler and the bitch was sucking your cock. Guys fuck sluts – gals have to learn to deal with that. In fact I told Pam all about Gladys Detweiler." "You what?" I shouted. "I told her about that Detweiler bitch. I wanted her to understand that even the nicest guy will fuck a whore if that whore is good at something special – like the Detweiler bitch was good at sucking cock. So Pam and I had a long talk about cock sucking." "I'm having trouble believing this," I said. "You had a long talk about cock sucking while you had lunch in the dining room?" "We did. Do you remember when we were dating and I started sucking your cock?" Peggy said. "Yes I remember that." "Do you remember that you didn't ask me to suck you off? It was my idea?" "Ah ... not exactly," I said trying to remember our experiences together twenty-four years ago. "Well I started after my room mate Sally told me about her brother's experience fucking Gladys Detweiler. I had never sucked a cock before and Sally had to explain some things to me. It wasn't easy and it wasn't fun, but it was necessary. If that Detweiler bitch was blowing you I had to do it too." "Well, I ... " I did not know quite what to say. "Fortunately," Peggy continued, "Pam has experience sucking cocks. She doesn't particularly like to suck cocks, but she says she's pretty good at it if they're not the big ones – monster cocks she calls the big ones. The problem is we don't know how big Rusty Embly's cock is." "Well," I said in a serious tone of voice, "I don't think that was listed on his Curriculum Vitae." "Don't be sarcastic," Peggy said. "This is important. But Pam is still better off than I was because I never had the opportunity to suck any cocks before I met you." "The opportunity?" I asked. "You know what I mean!" Peggy said. "Anyway we're getting ahead of ourselves. We have to set up a date between Pam and Rusty. The best way to do that is for us to have a party at the club for the two new members of the clinic, Rusty and Pam, and invite a few clinic members and their wives. We'll seat everybody as couples so Rusty and Pam will sit together quite naturally and they'll talk and maybe set up a date." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED TWO WEEKS LATER Peggy's voice was harsh and critical in the pitch-dark bedroom. "It's settled down to a routine now. Three times a week," Peggy said. "Three time a week?" I asked. "The bitch is sucking off Larry three times a week during her lunch hour. She's on a liquid diet for lunch – a thick, white, creamy, liquid diet," Peggy said. "Look, Peggy, I don't care what Carolyn or Larry are doing. That's their business. You said that Marie doesn't care. Why should WE?" "Because Carolyn's a whore and she's probably gonna start fucking Rusty again when he starts work at the clinic. When is that anyway?" Peggy asked. "Almost two weeks from now. Have you set up the dinner party for Rusty and Pam?" "I'll do that next week," Peggy said. "Look Tom, I really want to get Rusty and Pam together. She's a nice girl. She needs a nice guy." "You're having lunch with her a lot," I said. "Yeah," said Peggy. "Her practice is growing well. She thinks you are a very wonderful man – she keeps telling me how lucky I am. She still can't figure how I got you when all the other gals were after you and that Detweiler bitch was giving you all the pussy you needed." I laughed. "How DID you get me – I forget." "At the time I thought it was because I started sucking your cock and pumping my ass real good. But as I got older I figured out the real reason." "Oh?" I said. "And what was that?" "Because you're a really nice man," she said sweetly. "Not the kind of man to marry a whore. And you saw me as a really nice girl – the kind you wanted to marry." "Does that mean you don't have to suck me off any more?" I asked laughing. "You bastard! I sucked you off just last week!" Peggy said angrily. "That was THREE weeks ago," I reminded her. "Okay, three weeks ago, but at least I still pump my ass for you," Peggy said, laughing. "Actually, Dear, I think you are doing that mainly for yourself!" I said. "Maybe. Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." SATURDAY NIGHT IN BED TWO WEEKS LATER I turned out the lights and crawled in bed, wondering what Peggy was going to say about our dinner party. We had just returned from the club where we entertained several couples from the clinic plus Rusty Embly, who had started work earlier this week, and Pam Grassley, who had joined the clinic three months ago. Peggy had carefully arranged the seating so that Pam was seated next to Rusty. "What did you think?" Peggy asked me. "I thought the party went well," I said. "Both Pam and Rusty seemed to get along well with the senior clinic doctors we invited." "I mean what did you think about Pam and Rusty?" "They seemed to get along well together," I said. "You heard me invite them to the club tomorrow afternoon, didn't you?" Peggy asked. "I heard you. Why did you do that?" "You've seen her tits! In fact you spent most of an afternoon playing with them a couple of months ago," Peggy said with a laugh. "I wanted Rusty to see those tits in a bikini." "I wasn't playing with her tits," I said, defensively. "We've been all through this whole thing and ..." Peggy started laughing. "I know baby I know. I'm just kidding. Pam talked about you being the most professional of professionals when you examined her. She keeps telling me how lucky I am to have you. She's hoping Rusty will be like you." "Anyway," Peggy continued, "I want Rusty to ask Pam out to dinner and maybe develop an interest in her. "Well, good luck on that," I said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED ONE MONTH LATER "I had lunch with Pam today." "How is your campaign to entrap Rusty Embly proceeding?" I said with a chuckle. "We are not trying to entrap him! Rusty has taken Pam out to dinner several times, always to nice places and the third date he kissed her goodnight," Peggy said. "That sounds like progress." "Yeah but it's not easy. Pam is horny as hell. She hasn't been fucked in three months. Taking her time is difficult. And we still don't know how big his dick is." "His dick?" I asked. "You don't remember a thing I tell you!" Peggy said angrily. "That Ames bitch is deep throating Larry Morris three times a week. Rusty is going over to her place twice a week to fuck her and that's bad news." "She's a busy girl." "SHES A WHORE!" Peggy shouted. "Are you girls following everybody around?" I asked. "Don't be ridiculous. We just check out apartment parking lots and Donna keeps watch on Larry." "Jesus!" I said. "But there is some good news," Peggy said. "What's the good news?" I asked. "First, Rusty never takes Carolyn any place where he might be seen – always to a restaurant outside of town. That means he's only dating her for easy pussy. Second we know how much deep throat the bitch can do." "I'm afraid to ask how you girls found that out," I said acting shocked. "Larry has a six inch cock. That's not small, but it's not a monster either," said Peggy. "Who measured it?" I said laughing. "Very funny! Ha-ha," said Peggy. "We asked his wife Marie, of course." "Pam said she can handle six inches, but not much more than that," Peggy said. "But we still don't know what Rusty is carrying between his legs. So now we're trying to decide when she should fuck him." "Let me get this straight. Your luncheon group is sitting around a table at the club trying to decide when Dr. Pamela Grassley should fuck Dr. Rusty Embly?" "My luncheon group, and of course my bridge group," Peggy said. "Yes we are talking about when would be best. This is important so don't get sarcastic." "And Pam is listening to your opinions?" "She is. This is a small town. Rusty grew up in a small town. Pam doesn't want to come across as ... well, as too easy ... you know. On the other hand she doesn't want him to think she doesn't like him. It's a difficult decision." "Pam's upset," Peggy continued, "because she can't just screw him casually, like she would at the university. I told her she needs to act like a lady – one he might want to marry." "What did Pam say to that?" I asked. "She practically screamed at me. 'How the hell do you get a man interested in you if you act like a lady all the time? How do I get his attention?'" "Then she asked me how I got your attention." "What did you tell her?" I asked. "The truth." "The truth? What truth?" I asked. "I said I got your attention by stripping down and fucking you in the back seat of a beat up old Plymouth and learning to suck cock." "My God! You didn't tell her that!" I said, shocked. "I did." Peggy said. "That's the way girls talk about serious stuff – like catching a man. But then Pam said 'He's got first date pussy standing in line!' And I've talked to Gail and she's right." "What does that mean exactly?" I asked. "It means," Peggy said patiently, "that Gail knows at least three nurses who can't wait for Rusty to ask them out on a date. Gail thinks they will fuck him the first chance they get." "This thing is like a soap opera," I said. "Good night Dear." "But it's real! Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED ONE MONTH LATER I lay in the darkness thinking about my wife and her friends collecting information on the clinic's new invasive cardiologist, Rusty Embly, and our new surgeon, Pamela Grassley. Peggy kept me informed about what "the girls" had learned. This was becoming the center of gossip for her luncheon group. It was like I was watching a daytime soap opera. "What happened at lunch today?" I asked. "Bad news and even more bad news," said Peggy. "Give me the first bad news first," I said. "Rusty and Carolyn took a weekend trip together. We don't know where." "How do you know they left town?" I asked, knowing that "the girls" were watching both Rusty and Pam like hawks. "Pam's car was in her lot and she was not at home and Rusty's car was gone all weekend. They must have taken a trip." Damn I thought. This is what a small town full of nosey wives is like! Pam was not gonna like this. Rusty knew Carolyn was a whore so he never took her any place where he would be seen – he probably thought no one knew he was fuckin her. Of course every lady at the club knew, including the young surgeon he was starting to get serious about. This is a crazy situation I thought. I remembered Peggy reminding me of Gladys Detweiler, a sorority sister of hers who I had fucked twenty-four years ago. I had no idea that Peggy knew about her until she surprised me with that information twenty-four years later. Maybe if Pam and Rusty get married the same thing might happen to him. I chuckled. "What's so funny?" Peggy asked. "The way you girls keep track of everything," I said, not wanting to raise the subject of Gladys Detweiler. "What's the more bad news?" "The more bad news is that Rusty still has at least three horny nurses flirting and trying to get his attention. Gail's told me all about them. They think he's a doll." "What's wrong with that?" I asked. "They're NOT whores is what's wrong with that," Peggy said. "They are probably nice girls interested in marrying a good-looking doctor. They are a much bigger problem than that Ames bitch – he'll never get serious about her. He'll just fuck her!" I chuckled. "Whores are a problem and nice girls are an even bigger problem. Are Rusty and Pam dating regularly?" "Yeah," said Peggy, "and she invites him in for a drink and a little ... well ... romance. He likes her boobs. But she hasn't fucked him yet." "I can't wait to hear the end of this story. Good night Dear," I said. "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy broke the silence in the darkness. "I had lunch with Gail today," she said. I knew exactly what was coming next. I had seen Carolyn Ames this morning for a bout of cystitis, probably related to an unusually large amount of sexual activity over the weekend. "The girls" had been right about Carolyn and Roger taking a weekend trip together. "Oh? And what did you two talk about?" I asked innocently. "You know damn well what we talked about. That whore came to see you for cystitis this morning. Too much fucking over the weekend! The bitch!" "Well," I said, "you know I don't like to talk about my patients, but, yes, she had cystitis. Bride's cystitis, as some people call it." Peggy shouted in the darkness. "Bride's cystitis hell! Whore's cystitis is what it was." "But that's not all," Peggy said. "What Carolyn told Gail after you left the room was what worries me. There's good news and bad news." "Oh? And what is the bad news?" I asked. "She told Gail that her boyfriend was unusually large. Shit! If that's what Pam calls a monster cock it'll be too big for her to deep throat. But I'll bet that whore sucks it." "What is the good news?" I asked. "The bitch told Pam that Rusty made her shave her beaver," Peggy said. "He likes bare pussy. And you examined her! Why didn't you tell me she had shaved her beaver?" "You know I don't like to talk about my patients," I said. "You bastard! I'll bet you were disappointed when the bitch spread those long lovely legs and showed you a naked snatch." I chuckled. "I guess that means you regain your crown of having the hairiest pussy in Greene County." "You know I never worry about you, but I'm happy to regain my title. I had coffee with Pam this afternoon and told her the good and bad news. Pam's happy about Rusty's preference for shaved pussy because she shaves her own pussy. But she's upset about the dick. What did you do for the bitch?" "An oral broad spectrum and no sex for ten days," I said. "She can still suck off Larry," Peggy said, with a chuckle. "But Rusty will go without for over a week. Maybe now's the time for Pam to fuck him. I'll ask the girls at lunch tomorrow what they think." "I don't believe this is real. Too bad you didn't have a luncheon group to give you advice when we were dating," I said. "Advice wouldn't have done me any good. Once those soft hands of yours started creeping up my thighs I didn't have a chance. All I could do was giggle and spread my legs. You had me! I was in love with you, you bastard! You were gonna get all the pussy you wanted because I was afraid you'd dump me like you did so many other gals you dated." "Darling, I was in love with you too." "Yeah? Well not enough to keep you from fuckin that Detweiler bitch!" Peggy said harshly. "I DID quit fucking her!" I reminded Peggy. "Not until I promised to marry you and agreed to work nights as a nurse to pay for your medical books," Peggy said. Arguing with a woman was frustrating. Nothing they said was true or made any sense. "It wasn't that way at all! It was over a year till you graduated and started working as a nurse. We never talked about it when I proposed," I said, in helpless frustration. "You got me PREGNANT and made me work nights," Peggy almost shouted. "We wanted to have a baby. We were trying to have a baby. You wanted to keep working. I told you that you could quit any time." Nothing I said seemed to have any effect. Peggy stayed mad. "You even fucked her – with me watching from my window – the very night before you proposed to me," Peggy shouted. "And you had my ring in your pocket." "I didn't KNOW you were watching. It was only ... well, sorta ... well, sorta a good-bye fuck. And I was ..." "A GOOD-BYE FUCK? WHAT THE HELL IS A GOOD-BYE FUCK?" Peggy was screaming now. I gave up. Nothing I could say would fix this. "It was twenty-four years ago," I said helplessly. "Good night Dear." A long pause and then, "Good night Dear. WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED Today had been a hard day in the office. I lay in the darkness hoping to get a restful sleep. Peggy's voice was soft and she sounded nervous. "I hope we did the right thing." "The right thing?" I asked. "We talked it over today at lunch – all six of us. Then I had coffee with Pam this afternoon. We think she should fuck him this weekend. Rusty might be in the mood and they've been dating long enough and that bitch will still be getting treated for cystitis and Pam is so horny she can't wait any longer and ... well ... I just hope it's the right thing to do." Peggy was really worried about this. I was more amused than worried. Of course I hoped that both Rusty and Pam would have happy lives but it was not the central focus of my attention, as it was for Peggy and "the girls" at the club. "Well," I said, "all you can do is wish her luck." "They go out every Saturday night," Peggy said and then she laughed. "Just like WE did twenty-four years ago." "Did 'the girls' have any suggestions about the position they should use to fuck?" I said. Peggy's laugh vanished. "You're being sarcastic again. Dammit!" Peggy said. "This is serious. I think Pam is falling in love with him. She keeps talking about how nice he is and how considerate. Just like you. And they make a perfect pair – both are doctors so they understand the problems that doctors have." "But we still have a problem," Peggy continued. "What's that," I asked. "We don't know how big he is and whether Pam can do him deep throat. We don't even know if he likes it that way. But we DO know that the bitch he is fucking now is doing Larry Morris deep throat and Larry's got six inches." "Well dear," I said, "Pam will just have to work that out for herself." "Pam said she's gonna spray her throat just in case," Peggy said. "Spray her throat?" What was that all about I wondered? "Yeah," Peggy said. "Local anesthetic – you know – so she won't gag if ... well if he's real big." "You girls think of everything," I said laughing. "That was Pam's idea," Peggy said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED No sooner had I turned out the light than Peggy started talking and almost crying. "It was a disaster. An unmitigated disaster! I still can't believe it. And YOU, you bastard! You're going to laugh about it." "What exactly am I going to laugh at?" I asked genuinely puzzled. "What is this all about?" "It's about the date that Pam had with Rusty Saturday night," Peggy said. "She told me about it today and we both almost cried, sitting there in the coffee shop." This sounded serious. "Okay, I promise I won't laugh," I said. "That's a promise you won't be able to keep," Peggy said. "You won't keep the promise because you're a man and all men are bastards. Still, I gotta tell you." "Everything went perfectly Saturday night at dinner," Peggy said, "After Rusty took Pam back to her place, they sat on the couch, as usual, having a cordial, and kissing and, well you know – just like always." "Then Pam took Rusty by the hand and led him into her bedroom and they kissed some more and got undressed and into bed. She spread her legs and she was so wet he just slipped into her easily." "And then ... and then ... Oh shit! It hurts to think about it." "What hurts to think about?" I asked. "And then the phone rang! It was the ER. Pam was on surgical call this weekend!" I broke my promise. I laughed. In my head I saw Rusty Embly with a big hard on, lying on his belly between Pam's legs supporting himself on his arms. And Pam, her long, lovely legs up in the air straddling him, while she talked on the phone to the ER physician about a patient. I couldn't stop laughing as I tried to picture them in bed together. Did he stay in the saddle? Did he lose his erection? Did he roll off of her? "You bastard! I KNEW you'd laugh! It's not funny. Damn you!" Peggy had been about to cry and now she was furious. Furious at me! "What was the call about?" I asked, gaining a little control of myself. "An appendix – but not just an appendix," Peggy said. "It was retrocecal and complicated and she couldn't get to it with a scope so she had to do it open. And by the time she'd finished and got the patient to post-op, it was three AM!" "So that's what he was talking about today in the hall," I said. "What who was talking about?" Peggy asked. "The chief of surgery," I answered. "He stopped me in the hall today and told me my committee had done a great job in selecting the latest addition to our surgical staff. He said Pam was a very talented young surgeon. He must have been talking about that retrocecal she did over the weekend." Then I chuckled. "And he'd be even more impressed if he knew the conditions under which she was performing that operation." "It's not funny!" Peggy insisted. "Well that's what happens when you're married to a surgeon. It's happened to us a lot of times and ..." "But not when we're fucking! And most assuredly not when we were fucking for the first time!" "It was a good thing I didn't have a phone in that old Plymouth," I said. "Well what finally happened." "When Pam got back it was after three AM and Rusty had gone home. She went to sleep crying and slept five hours. Then she made rounds and called Rusty and he invited himself over. Pam was exhausted and she couldn't drink because she was still on call, but she gave him a blowjob on the couch and then they went into the bedroom and fucked." "How did all of that go?" I asked. "She said he had a big cock and pushed her head down to make her take it deep throat. She was barely able to do it – but she did it. She said it was the biggest cock she ever took deep throat." "That's sounds encouraging," I said. "Then what?" "He took her in the bedroom and as Pam said, 'He fucked my brains out!'" I laughed. "And Pam's got a lot of brains." "Don't laugh," Peggy said. "She's sore as hell and he's coming back tonight for more. I think not having that Ames bitch available built up his libido." "Well," I said, laughing, "that Ames bitch will be available next weekend." "That's not funny," Peggy said. "It will keep her ass in gear," I said laughing. "Like Gladys Detweiler kept your ass in gear." I was trying to be funny but the subject of Gladys Detweiler was not one that Peggy liked even after twenty-four years. "You bastard! All men are bastards," Peggy said. "Pam is serious about this guy." "Do you think he will get serious about her?" I asked. "Maybe," said Peggy. "I think she's got him hooked – but to reel him in is gonna take a hell of a lot of woman's work. She's got that Ames whore to worry about and at least three young, horny nurses. She's got woman's work to do to keep him satisfied if she's gonna reel him in." "Well I hope she keeps him satisfied." Pam was very impressed about the last thing he said to her just before he left," Peggy said. "What was that?" I asked. "He said, 'Years from now we're gonna laugh about this weekend.' Then she said it a second time very softly and then she asked me if I thought 'years from now' meant he thinks they'll still be together years from now? I think she's in love." "Maybe that's what he meant," I said. "I hope so. They'll make a nice couple." We lay in silence for a minute until Peggy spoke softly. "He's over there right now and she's sore but she needs to keep him satisfied so he won't go back to that Ames whore. That's woman's work." "Well you sure kept your ass in gear twenty-four years ago and you reeled me in." I realized she was thinking about us back then and what that young stud was doing to her friend at this very moment. I heard her breathing grow heavy and years of sleeping with this wonderful woman told me she was turning on. I waited till she spoke again. "Darling, my ass is still in gear." A nice invitation, I thought. I climbed into the saddle – she was wet. Let me see now, how do I want these long, lovely legs? Why not spread wide and high in the air? I like the way her feet bounce up and down when she pumps her ass. If Rusty is doing his job properly, there's another pair of long, lovely legs high in the air on the other side of town and another ass pumping. And I'll bet those feet are bouncing like hell!

Matthew Fox: Alice in Wonderland

*Tahti's note: The story should be read as a fantasy, in no way did I mean to be disrespectful to Matthew Fox.* \----------------------- The dress can be called anything from slutty to classy, depending on the intention of an onlooker. Deep red satin hugs her hips and thighs snugly, the hem reaches her knees and the top is not particularly low-cut. But there is a high slit going almost to the underside of her buttocks and her back is completely bared, the outline plunging to the curve above her ass, delicate straps just barely curving around her shoulders. She glances at her own reflection in one of the enormous mirrors in the hotel lobby. Almost not recognizing herself, almost ready to turn around and go change, aware of the looks she's attracting, aware of the nature of them. Instead, she licks her lips and heads for the gallery, towards the gathering of the glitzy crowd. There's one particular gaze she hopes will darken at the suggestion her dress entails. The first time she saw him, adrenaline shot through her system like an electric impulse, but her body didn't betray her otherwise, not a muscle twitched. If anything, her posture became somewhat rigid, as she subconsciously straightened her back and concentrated on feigned indifference. It was at that exact moment that she stopped really paying attention to her colleague trying to get her engaged in some small talk, and she smiled politely. And kept throwing glances to behind her, across the room, at him. It was too hard not to look, but she was careful not to get caught. Briefly, she thinks how pathetic it was to feel all engrossed in staring at the man, but he was not just another man and she couldn't fathom by what spin of events she found herself in the same room with him. Maybe that was not even him. But then he looked up in her direction as if sensing her gaze and for a moment it was like he anchored her with his smoldering irises, for a couple of seconds she couldn't avert her eyes, like a deer blinded by headlights. Feeling heat creeping up her cheeks, she ducked her head but was unable not to look up again after a while, to find his eyes directed at her. "Hey, what's there?" her colleague, Julia, eventually caught up with her distraction and turned around to see what got her attention. "Ah, him!" Julia smiled knowingly. "He's friends with the owner of the gallery," she offered. "Kinda hard not to stare," she shrugged, hoping to brush it off. "Careful there, girl," Julia said. "He's got quite a reputation." "I'm not going there!"she hissed, the prudish part of her shocked that anyone could think otherwise. But she couldn't help the unwitting tingle in her lower belly at what it would mean, what it could mean. "I'm not like that!" "No, of course. You're not." Julia mumbled apologetically. The man took an unhurried sip of his whiskey and rested his shoulder on the wall, exchanging detached smiles with another guest. And she could tell, he knew; her eyes wandered to him as if drawn by a magnet, he saw it. But she kept her distance and did her best to pretend she wasn't looking, and that made him look. This is why she's here now, this is why she came back tonight. Why she's wearing this dress. Right from the entrance, several men ogle her, with openly sly smirks as if they already picture themselves between her legs. She looks around discreetly, scanning the surroundings for one familiar face. The sense of both relief and panic washes over her when she encounters it, telling her she doesn't have a fucking idea what she expects to happen, or no, there's not much use convincing herself so anymore. She has a very clear idea of what she wants from him and it scares her, scares her like an urge to reach for a stimulant scares an addict. She doesn't want to want it but it's beyond her control, and she knows how wretched she'll feel if her plan backfires. Heart thumping in her chest, she makes her way to the bar, having to go closely near him. Her eyes are firmly trained on the space ahead, even if not really seeing much, so his reaction is lost on her, she hopes he noticed her at all. You're so stupid, Alice, she tells herself for a hundredth time, ordering a Margherita, ironically, and feeling the breeze from an open French window a little cool on her bare back. The drink unfolds in warm fuzzy current inside her, and she works up the courage to turn around, and nearly gasps, because he's right behind her. For a moment, he doesn't say anything and just holds her gaze with a shadow of a smile, his pupils dilated in the dim light. He's quick, she's got to give him that, having faultlessly sensed a willing prey. She knows, she stands out among the conservatively dressed snobbish women here, she knows no one's outfit screams 'do me' like hers, and she knew -- she sees that now -- that he'd pick on it, acting territorial if nothing else. "You were here last night," she hears him speak, his tone somewhat mellow, calm. She nods, returning the little smile and cocking her head. "I was." He studies her wordlessly for a while longer and she chooses to remain silent, her thoughts racing, if she should acknowledge him somehow or not. "You'd like to dance?" he asks abruptly, making her want to grin madly, but she just nods again and then a warm spasm jolts through her insides when his hand lands on the small of her back, just below the rim of her immodest dress. It's a brief touch, to motion her towards the dance floor, where several couples sway to the rhythm of a slow piano melody, but the spark ignites an avalanche of desires for it being multiplied and intensified. He leads her to a faintly lit spot by the window where she can't make out the exact expression on his face, but it doesn't matter, because his hand comes back to the still tingling spot, and the other one takes hold of hers in a sure clasp. It feels even better than she could have imagined. His sturdy form somehow engulfs her, but it's not intimidating or patronizing. She feels alert and warm. Steadily, he pulls her closer, until their bodies touch in the middle, her stomach pressed to his, his thigh maneuvering itself in between hers impudently. She doesn't trust herself to look up to his face as he leads the slow dance. What it would be like to have him lead her into oblivion while he pushed himself inside her? Alice's grasp on his hand tightens and her reason gives up on reminding her how ridiculous the thoughts are. "So what did you say your name was?" he asks, the words tickling her ear. "I didn't," she mutters into his chest. "And it's Kathy," she lies. The fake identity making it that bit easier to follow through with the game she has set. "Yours?" She looks up to him in time to see him chuckle. "You can pick any that you like," he says, playing along, even though she tells herself there's no way he knows her real name. "Your own is fine," she tells him, meeting his gaze defiantly, feeling his hand creep up a bit on her back, so his thumb is brushing against her bare skin there. "Oh, so you know who I am?" "I know who you are," she answers, not breaking their gaze, and wondering what the hell possessed her to act like this. Like she knows what she's doing. "What are you doing here, Kathy?" he continues, his thumb stroking her spine gently and it's right then it hits her what is inevitable. Fully aware of her actions, Alice moves her hand over his strong shoulder testing the feel of it. Solid and flexing underneath the confines of his dress jacket. She can only imagine what a man with such a classically testosterone figure could do to her. "Just... enjoying a gallery opening." "You're not from here, right?" he continues lazily. "Europe?" "Yeah," she agrees, but doesn't offer any more. "Europe." "You're different than the women here. What do you do?" "You sure wanna know a lot. For what it matters, I could be a plain prostitute." "You're not a prostitute," he laughs sharply. "How do you know?" "Trust me, I know," he breathes into her temple, a warm gust of air nearly burning the delicate skin. She can smell the whiskey on his breath, and cigarettes. He'd taste bitter and smoky, the flavor of a man who doesn't deny himself the worldly pleasures. "I like the dress though," he says, running his finger along the rim of it, deliberately keeping it off her flesh. "So? You gonna tell me who you are?" "What does it matter? To you?" "Consider it a personal quirk," he looks directly into her eyes, provocatively. Pulling her closer into himself, he bents his head and murmurs the rest into her ear, but without touching it. "I like to know who I fuck." It's her turn to huff out a laugh, partly nervous and partly aroused. A short, throaty laugh. Even though her knees waver underneath her and goose bumps form on the back of her neck. "What makes you think that you're... fucking me?" she dares, the expletive rolling off her mouth like she's tasting it. He stills and smiles easily at her, his dark eyes narrowing a notch. "Thanks for the dance," he says with a subtle bow, then brings her hand to his lips brushing them against the back of it. With an impeccable gentlemanly manner, he escorts her back to where they picked up from, and with a nod and this infuriatingly challenging smirk, he leaves her be. "It was a pleasure, Kathy," and she watches him walk off, his distinctive tall silhouette moving gracefully among the crowd, and he's all she can see, other men suddenly looking small and docile when he passes them by. She takes a sip of her drink as her mind undresses him involuntarily, and she wonders briefly if he fucks his wife the same way his whole presence implies about fucking other women, dominantly and confidently. If she knows all about it. Does it turn her on? Him? The thought arouses her somehow and for one bold moment she lets it in, lets herself bask in a fantasy of being pinned down by him while the other woman watches. How wrong and how exciting it would be. It takes another man's tentative advances for her to shake off the reverie and excuse herself to the lantern-lit terrace, fishing out a cigarette from her purse. It reaches her lips when a hand holding a lighter appears before her -- his hand, again. Sucking on her cigarette, she nods her thank you and eyes him curiously. "You're always this... audacious?" she asks after a beat, when he doesn't look at the slightest uncomfortable standing there silently with her. He lets out an amused laugh, looking sideways to some people passing by. "When I think it's worth it, yeah." "Is it worth it?" she teases back, feeling bolder. "You tell me," he replies in a husky voice that makes her yearn for his breath on her ear when he speaks like that. His eyes are like magnets to her and she becomes aware of the power he has over her, how much she longs for what he offers. "C'mon Kathy, let me show you something," he says, his hand returning to the small of her back, now blatantly smoothing over her skin. Like a burning imprint, she thinks. She ditches her cigarette and his arm curls around her waist and Alice leans into the strength of it as he guides her through the hotel garden, past thick sweet-smelling bushes, to a viewing bay which overlooks the entire downtown landscape, shimmering with city lights like sequined fabric. It's secluded and almost completely dark, bathed in the afterglow of the colorful lanterns and a thought crosses her mind, a shadow of caution that she doesn't know him at all, that maybe she should be wary, but his arm around her feels strangely reassuring and the thrill of being so close to him intoxicates her brain, not without her permission. They reach a railing where her hands take a rest, his own slithering idly beside them as he moves to stand behind her, but not touching her. Trapping her on the spot with his body. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he says quietly somewhere dangerously close to the nape of her neck. She shivers and a low yeah is all she can utter when his hands move surprisingly gently to cover hers as his thumbs draw light circles over the sensitive insides of her wrists. "You know what now" he states more than asks and lowers his head so his lips finally brush her earlobe as he speaks. "I'm gonna fuck you, Kathy." Her body responds on his own, in contort of her inner muscles and in pooling warmth between her legs. "Hard, Kathy. So hard, that you can't walk," he whispers, pressing himself lightly to her from behind, just enough for her to feel his hard-on. "But you'll come back crawling to me, you'll beg me for more," he promises lustily. This is insane, she thinks, but can't control her eyes shutting tight, her body arching back and the little sigh which escapes her mouth. Shifting his weight, he rubs against her ass, teasing her, knowing oh so very well what he's doing. "This is what you came here for," he scrapes her shoulder with his stubbly chin. "I know that look you gave me last night. I know it." Just how many women he has taken this way, she wonders and figures that it doesn't matter at all, that she doesn't care. It's her turn now, she's going to experience what it's like, what he's like. "I really like your dress, you know," he mutters, fingering the rim along her ribs, making her chuckle lightly. "You just want to fuck the dress." "May be some truth to it," he retorts, mirroring her smile, which she feels against her shoulder as his lips wander lazily up her neck, with no trace of hurry but with unmistakable purpose. Suddenly, when she's just let herself relax and succumb to the unhurried pace, he thrusts against her hard, pinning her to the railing and making her moan. He's more than ready and in no mood to conceal it. When his hands clasp over hers tightly, they are nowhere near gentle this time, and he repeats the forceful movement, driving her into the steel bars until they dig into her belly. "You like that? You like it like this?" his whisper is dark and dripping with lust. She has never been an object of such unadulterated primal lust. "Yes..." she breathes out, her vision already blurred and the anticipation becoming impossible to take. "When I saw you tonight, when I saw you walk in wearing this, I knew what I wanted," speaks, moving his head to the other side of hers, his teeth grazing her neck. "Did you know what you wanted, Kathy?" "Ye-es...! Oh god!" her admission dissolves into a moan when he anchors her in place with his hips and his large hands connect with her bare back to slide swiftly underneath the outer edges of the dress and over her breasts, cupping them, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna give you the ride of your life, baby." For a little longer, he plays with her nipples, rubbing them, pinching between his fingers and all she can do is wriggle helplessly and whimper, her head falling back to his shoulder and her buttocks seeking more contact with his erection. "Fuck, Kathy, I really want a look at your tits, but I'm liking this little slutty attire way too much." The brink of her mind is still aware they're in a public place where anyone can walk in on them, but this is her last concern, she can't even think of embarrassment and she's sure she'll die if she doesn't feel more of him, all over her body, if he doesn't soothe the aching need between her legs. She feels the hot moisture literally dripping out of her, coming out in waves synchronized with his actions and when he shifts one of his hands out of her dress and down to her center where he presses through the fabric, she's sure it'll soak through, and it does. Feeling it, he lets out a groan into her ear and it goes straight to where his skilled fingers work her. "That's it, girl. Get ready for me." "I am," she moans breathlessly, moving one arm behind an around his neck, pulling his mouth to her pulse point where he sucks roughly, while she's smoothing her fingers over the ticklish texture of his short hair. "Do it. Do me already." His breath quickens a little, and he grabs handfuls of the satin and pulls it up harshly, high enough for the slit at the back to allow him access where he needs it. He moves the flaps open and then she realizes she has dumbly put tights on. "Fuck," he bites out an annoyed groan. "You better not be attached to these much." What he does next should shock her but instead amplifies her arousal; he tears the delicate layer open and out of the way, and the sound of it ripping sends another jolt of desire through her body. He's growing impatient to have her. All Alice can do, is brace herself on her outstretched arms and trembling legs, which she instinctively opens wider when one of his hands returns to the front of her dress to press against her and the other slides down over her scantily clad buttocks, down in between them and underneath her thong, until his fingers ease into her wet folds, parting them, teasing her opening, before eventually slipping inside her. She's trying so hard to keep quiet, but what he's doing to her, the way he has clipped her between his hands is making her need to make all sorts of obscene noises, the ones she has never thought she had the nerve to make. Now, it's not a choice, it's an agonizing, excruciating need. As if sensing it, he presses tighter, rubs harder, finally bringing out the shriek out of her, and then he stops. "Quiet," he says imperiously. "Keep quiet, or I'll stop." "Don't stop," she practically begs, nodding furiously and biting her lip when he starts all over again, hitting all the right spots without a miss, with an expertise of someone who has either taken anatomy classes or has a lot of experience. He pumps her with a perfectly measured rhythm and she feels herself nearing the brink, amazed that it's even possible, but right then both of his hands are suddenly gone, making her let out a surprised and disappointed oh. She looks over her shoulder and sees him opening his belt buckle with a soft click and it's the most erotic thing she has ever seen. "I decide when you come," he says simply, his face barely visible in the shadow, but she can make out the set shadowed jaw and the dark shape of his eyes and he looks almost inhuman to her, like a creature of wilderness that's gonna devour her with no twinge of conscience. It makes her want him that much more. She watches, as he pulls the zipper down undoing his dress pants and quickly pulling himself out. Her lips water at the sight of his commanding cock, huge and hard and flushed; she's has never been with a man of this size and she wants to touch him, feel it in her hands. Reaching around she tries, but he stops her. "Not now. Hand back where it was." And she obliges, like with everything he demands of her. Slowly, he steps back into position, but not quite there, just teasing her with his tip and she takes quick shallow breaths at how hot it is, how slick. Her whole body arches instinctively, waiting for him to enter, but he once again retrieves, chuckling under his breath. "You want it, huh." "God, yes!" "You're like a cat in heat," he tells her lustfully, grabbing her hip and stilling her, and she looks around again, to see him open a foil wrapper and sliding a condom onto his impressive manhood. "Always prepared?" she arches her eyebrow. But he doesn't answer her, only moves her thong to the side and slides himself into her folds, rubbing for a moment to cover his cock with her juices and then pushes up into her, slowly, in little strokes up and up, stretching her, until he's fully embedded in her body. With a low grunt, he rests his face in the crook of her neck and breaths into it, burning her skin. He's completely still those first few seconds when her body adjusts to the size of him; she has never thought it possible to accommodate so much of a man inside her, but the way he does it, and how wet she is...! "Ever been filled this tight before?" His voice is as hoarse as his cheek now, against her back and the heat of his body swallows her whole being up. "It's not uncomfortable, is it?" he asks unexpectedly, making her realize how crucial to his pleasure her own is. Which she finds sort of touching, given the circumstances. "Fuck, no." Then her world really explodes. He withdraws, and pushes back with full force, hitting spots, hitting places she didn't even know existed within her, sending himself so deep in that her uterus contracts deliciously and her breath gets caught down her throat, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. He does it again, and again, and she finally exhales loudly, unsure if she just came already, but every forceful thrust brings the sensation back, only more powerful. "You ever had a g-spot orgasm, Kathy?" he asks, as if expecting she'd be able to talk now, while he's thrusting up so hard she can hardly stand. She shakes her head and feels his wet tongue flatten out on her spine, licking up the hollow all the way to her hairline. "I'm gonna give you one," he breaths into the wet skin. His grip firm on her hips, he drives into her harder and harder, pulling out almost completely and coming back with an audible smack of his body against hers, the wetness seeping out of her making it sound like laps. Anyone passing by would hear, and combined with their heavy breathing, it'd be only too obvious, but what she's feeling, how he's making her feel, as if she's reduced to this carnal being oblivious to any supposed civilization, is too good to even contemplate giving up on. "Harder -- " she moans as quiet as she can, even though he's already fucking her wildly, almost violently, as she succumbs to the moment. The moment in which she's no more than a female and he's simply a male in this primal mating. "You like it hard, Kathy? You like it rough?" "Take me, fuck me..." she continues mindlessly, the words coming out of her mouth unwittingly, everything but the reminder of what they're doing wiped out of her mind. "Oh, I'm fucking you alright, baby. You're gonna remember this," he grunts. If it's even possible, he plunges deeper yet, causing her to squirm in his hold, his hard dick grazing a spot inside her that makes her want to burst, the pleasure almost too much to take and she suddenly feels it, something uncoiling slowly within, all her insides on fire. "You feel that?" he whispers. "Feel me there?" "Yeah! Oh god, oh fuck, OH yes!" she exclaims, as a wonderful warm wave overcomes her body, one after another, with each thrust, and she doesn't want it to stop and it seems like it won't, her head spinning and her heart racing so fast like her blood is going to boil. Not aware that she's screaming, she feels a hand clamp over her mouth and she sinks her teeth into it, but he doesn't loosen the hold. Abruptly, his movements stop, and he presses her tighter to the railing, one arm gathering her into his chest. He's still hard as ever within her and she doesn't understand, struggling to come back down from her high. "Shh, there are people coming," he whispers into her ear and very slowly eases his hand down from her mouth. She slacks back into him, grateful for the grip, not trusting her own legs to support her. "I -... I just..." "Shh, I know." She can just picture the self-content smirk on his face. "Just be quiet for a second." Slowly, she regains some focus and the buzz around her becomes human, some girly giggling and some animated male voices. The volume is steadily raising and Alice comprehends the people are nearing them. The way he's wrapped tightly around her leaves no doubt about their actions, but for some reason she doesn't find it discomforting, or off-putting. No, all at once she almost wishes they would see. That they would watch him take her. Ever so slightly, she bucks her hips up against him and is rewarded with a strained sigh. Taking advantage of her temporary upper hand, she repeats it, and to her satisfaction, he does resume his thrusting, only as tiny, rocking movements now. "You'll pay for this," he whispers into her hair. The voices finally subside, apparently skewing to a different path, and her breathing finally slows down a notch. He pulls out of her, making her frown. Hands gripping her arms, he turns her around to face him. There's no time to study his face, because he lifts her off the ground effortlessly, sitting her on the railing. She gasps, eyes wide, in full acknowledgement of the precipice behind her. "No. No, just put me down." "Trust me," he says. "Why would I? I don't know you." "Just do." His arms encircle her firmly and she can feel their strength as she apprehensively leans back against them. And then he kisses her, for the first time, a hard, greedy open mouthed kiss which leaves no room for resistance as he shoves his tongue past her lips and then sucks on her own. It's strangely sensual, the intrusion so aggressive and making her dizzy all over again. He tastes like warm strong liquor and it has nothing to do with the alcohol either of them consumed. She's drinking him, his saliva and the velvety flesh of his mouth. He seems to swallow her whole, and as their tongues entwine, she feels him push his cock back into her, nothing like the calculated manner of his initial penetration. He pushes hard now, invading her body like a conqueror claiming his land, thrusting all the way up and setting up a fierce rhythm until she gasps and pants into his mouth. Suddenly, his fingers creep up to the straps of her dress, tugging them down. "Show them to me. Give me your titties, Kathy" he urges, and she wriggles the front of her dress down. He smiles, eyeing her hungrily and then bends her back enough for him to capture one nipple in his mouth. He nibbles and sucks and bites the fevered flesh gently and then not so gently, and Alice is unable to do anything but let herself come along on the ride as a fresh wave of pleasure comes flooding her. But she wants to touch him too, wants to feel his hot skin, his taut muscles unrestrained by the clothing, so she tears on his tie, undoing it with shaky fingers, then on the buttons of his black dress shirt finally having it open to grant her access to his sculpted chest, the hairs there tickling her palms as they roam everywhere they can reach, over his nipples and tight abdomen, down his sides, down into his pants, to clutch his buttocks underneath his boxers, urging him deeper, harder inside her. They're pressed so tight together, bodies colliding against one another, and each movement, each stroke teases her almost oversensitive clit just right, and it's not long before she feels climbing up again. "Just like this, just there -- fuck me hard -!" she huffs out, before he pulls her hips even closer into him and takes her mouth into his again, fucking it with his tongue now, like his cock is ramming into her. It's frantic and it's wild and she has never been fucked like this. She forgets all about the cliff and gives in to him completely, and in to the faith that his arms will break her fall. "Those people are coming back," he warns, but she can only hear her own blood pulsing in her ears, and his breath matching the frenzied rate of her heartbeats. "I don't care," she pants. "We'll have to stop," he says, but god no! he doesn't. "No, please, no -!" she's so close, a powerful orgasm only a few seconds away. "Not now, I have to -, I need to -, you need to -- " Her words seem to turn him on and thank god he's nowhere near stopping, instead picks up his pace, thrusting in faster, smaller, but equally hard strokes. "Say it, Kathy. Say what you need me to do." "Make me come, please, make me come," she's past any worry how desperate she sounds, and he obviously enjoys making her beg for it. "You greedy minx," he says, clamping his teeth over her collarbone and then dipping his tongue into the hollow. The fear of getting caught with him like this accelerates her hips' movements, she can't stop, there's not a force on Earth that would make her stop, and so it's happening, three more strokes and she's there, falling into her own abyss, outside of the world, where she only sees blinding white light, the tension leaving her body in pulsing surges, and it goes on and on, her vagina clutching him in place out of its own volition, and he keeps the rhythm, which makes it feel like she'll never come down, each movement like a new climax. When she finally opens her eyes, he's staring intently into hers and breaks into a satisfied smile of a man who has just taken a woman's breath away. "So is it worth it, Kathy?" She's not even tired, just feels so thoroughly good. "It is," she agrees, and he resumes his focused moves. "Fuck, it's good in you there," he whispers into her mouth. "Hot and tight and so wet for me," he rasps his cheek against her throat, as if he knows the scratchy texture is bliss to her delicate skin. "But you have a pretty little mouth, Kathy," he murmurs, and she knows what he wants. Easing out of her, he lowers her back to the ground. He rips the condom off and her hand flings to touch him, feel that hot satin which is so much smoother and glorious than her dress could ever be. "Suck me off," he demands, no, orders, and she finds herself complying shamelessly, dropping to her knees, undoubtedly tearing her tights over the gravel surface, but what difference does it make now. Right before her face, his cock seems even more impressive, the skin tight and glistening over it, the throbbing veins swollen, the head purple and seeping. She licks her lips unbelieving that the sheer sight of it makes her want him again, revving up her spent body in a flash. There's no way she could take all of him in, but she closes her mouth over the tip, swirling her tongue around it and releasing it with a suckle. She does it again, adding her hand to grip the length of him and hears him suck in a breath; he likes that. He doesn't move when she takes him a little deeper in, tasting the pungent clear liquid of his pre-cum, stroking him in the opposite direction to her busy mouth, twisting her wrist slightly, but then his hand comes up to close over hers, tightening her grip, needing it harder. She's swallowing him as far as she can, occasionally breaking the pattern to lick up the underside of his cock and flutter her tongue over just his tip, teasing the tiny slot there, then she comes back with a stronger suck. Without thinking, her other hand dives into the opening of his pants to cup his balls, the soft skin yielding to her fingers as she fondles it gently. He seems to be enjoying it, his breath coming out in quick shallow spurts, his fingers tangling in her hair and the low groaning sounds he makes telling her he's close. And he must be, hips now jerking involuntarily in small thrusts into her mouth, sending him so deep, she has to blink away moisture in her eyes. "C'mon, you can do better than that," he breaths, taking hold of her head and holding her in place while his cock pokes at the back of her throat. She has to focus on relaxing her muscles, but wants to please him so desperately, wants to give him the best she can, wants to watch him lose himself in the ecstasy he just gave her. So she takes most of him in, and he's fucking her mouth now, with little aid on her side, she doesn't even get to suck him anymore. Steadying herself against his muscular thighs, she lets it happen, oddly aroused by what he's doing, how she's a mere tool for him to use. There's more, her hands, on their on accord, roam over his ass and legs, as if they want to ensure he doesn't back off. Still, even now he's controlled enough not to push so far he'd gag her and while he's clearly nearing the edge, she can tell the measured strokes are meant to delay it, to make this last longer. She wants to taste him and lick him clean but at the same time worries she'd choke if he comes so deep in her mouth. But just as he's about to, and she feels his cock twinge, he pulls out and clasps his own hand around his shaft, pumping it hard once, twice, and then with a guttural growl he comes, his seed shooting out in hot sticky ribbons, landing on her still parted lips, on her cheeks and running slowly down her neck and chest. Overwhelmed by fascination, she watches his handsome face contorted as if in pain, eyes tightly shut and his head fallen backwards, his breathing harsh, convulsive, while he keeps moving his hand until nothing is left and she's covered in his cum. Eventually, he stops, exhaustion slumping his posture slightly and his head lowers, but he keeps his eyes closed for a long moment and just stands still, catching his breath. As if paralyzed, she's not even aware that she's holding her own breath, not until he looks at her, eyes hooded and sated, and gives her a small smile. He reaches out and running his finger slowly over her chin, he gathers up his own release and puts it in her mouth. It's a strong tangy taste of sex, she thinks, closing her eyes in inexplicable delight, as he continues cleaning her up and feeding her himself. Feeling a tug on her arms, she realizes she's being pulled up to her feet, and her joints are numb, but she can only feel his lips as they press into hers, the kiss lacking previous haste and frenzy, but nonetheless sensual and erotic. "How many women have you fucked like this before?" she mutters through her haze. He chuckles. "Too many." "Here?" "None," he smiles, and she has no idea if he's telling the truth. She's a complete rag doll as she allows him to pull the straps of her dress back up her arms and straighten the fabric over her body. He looks her over and to her surprise, pulls up her skirt and crouches in front of her, to peel off the shattered remnants of her tights down her legs. Methodically, he lifts each of her feet out of its shoe and takes the garment off, then his fingers run slowly up the back of her thighs and suddenly his face is level with her crotch. Taken aback, Alice gasps feeling him nuzzle her through her panties and nibble gently on her clit, sniffing on her like an animal. "Next time," he looks up to her wide eyes with a seductive grin. The words echo in her minds excitedly. Next time.

Don't Fight It

"C'mere," Dawn heard Laura whisper from the hallway. She looked up to see the dark-haired Caucasian woman beckoning to her, a secretive smile dimpling her ruddy cheeks. "I've got something so cool to show you." Laura's hazel eyes sparkled with excitement as she punctuated the words with a few insistent nods in the direction of her office, just in case it was somehow possible that Dawn missed the implications of her words, and she practically bounced on her feet as if her body couldn't quite wait to get moving. With a familiar sigh of amused exasperation, Dawn levered herself out of her chair and locked her computer screen. She knew what this was about--it was a rare day when Laura didn't come back from her lunchtime walk with some little find she was enthusiastic over, from a little tree frog that she managed to coax off the bark of an elm to a baby garter snake to a particularly vivid pink flower she spotted just off the path. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing that Dawn went gaga over the way her nature-loving co-worker did, but Dawn knew she'd never get anything done until she followed Laura down the hall and made a few interested noises over the latest find. "So what is it today?" Dawn asked, closing her office door behind her and following Laura down the hall. "Did you find the last passenger pigeon or something?" She couldn't help teasing Laura just a little--the older woman was always telling Dawn that she'd feel so much better and more energetic and filled with zest for life if she only joined Laura on her daily walks, but Dawn enjoyed relaxing with a good book too much to give up her lunch hour tromping down to the nearby wilderness reserve and back. Giving Laura some good-natured teasing helped underscore Dawn's firm commitment to indolence. Besides, Dawn didn't feel like she had anything to apologize for, just because she didn't fit into the 'willowy Asian' stereotype. She knew plenty of guys who liked a woman who was a little bit plush in the right places, and if they didn't mind that she had the palate of a hummingbird and preferred lounging in bed to long walks, then Laura could dang well get used to it too. Not that the other woman seemed to notice the teasing. "Even better," Laura said, seemingly propelled down the hallway by her own anticipation. "Oh, just wait until you see it!" She flung open the door to her office and ushered Dawn inside, pointing to something on the desk that looked like a bundled-up old jacket. She closed the door behind them and darted past Dawn, pulling aside the loose cloth to reveal something smooth and white and perfectly round. Dawn looked at it quizzically. "Is that an egg?" she asked, approaching the desk slowly while peering at the mystery object. It looked too big and round to be an egg, but Dawn remembered seeing a nature documentary that said that eggs came in all sorts of shapes and sizes based on the nesting habits of the bird and stuff. Maybe this was a crane egg, or an egret? It looked big--Dawn was pretty sure her hands would barely fit around it if she picked it up. Maybe it belonged to a heron? Dawn suddenly hoped that whatever it came from didn't have a maternal instinct. Anything that could lay an egg that size probably wouldn't have any trouble breaking a window with its beak. "That was what I thought, too," Laura said from behind Dawn, her voice tinged ever so slightly with smug satisfaction. "But when I got closer to it, I realized it was something so much more special." There was a strange quality to her words that set Dawn's hackles on edge, without exactly knowing why; it was that kind of low-key fanaticism that people got when they were trying to sell you on some shitty new nutrition supplement, or explaining the benefits of Scientology. That next step beyond enthusiasm into full-on obsession. It made Dawn a little nervous as she tentatively leaned in for a closer look at the not-egg. "I dunno," Dawn said warily. "Is it, like, made of quartz or something? Because I--ut." Dawn felt the words dry up into an inarticulate grunt as the orb suddenly burst into a vibrant display of colors that practically dragged her eyeballs down into the swirling depths of the object. She gripped the edge of the desk as a sudden wave of vertigo washed over her, forcing her to lean heavily on the solid oak for support. Dawn tried to ask Laura what the hell was going on, what she was looking at, what was happening to her all of a sudden and why her gaze seemed to be inexplicably magnetized to the mysterious orb in front of her, but all that escaped her lips was another mumbled yelp of confusion. "Guh?" Dawn blurted out, trying to control her body and her mouth and her eyes and failing at all three. "Ssh, shh, it's okay," Laura cooed softly, coming up behind Dawn and gently petting her back. "It's okay. Don't try to fight it. It's so much better when you stop resisting and let it inside your mind, Dawn. You wouldn't be able to resist anyway, so why try?" Laura's fingers smoothed back Dawn's long black hair, stroking it as the orb continued its implacable pull on Dawn's gaze. The colors flowed endlessly inward, creating an optical illusion of bottomless depth that seemed to swallow Dawn's mind more and more as she stared deeper and deeper. It felt like it was absolutely impossible to look away. Within moments, Dawn stopped even trying. "Wh--I--whhuhhh?" Dawn managed to murmur, through lips that felt numb and nerveless. "Uuuuh?" She felt wave after wave of dizziness pounding away at her senses, stronger and stronger until all she could do was rest her weight on the desk and hold perfectly still. It didn't feel unpleasant, though. On the contrary, it was the kind of giddy sensation that Dawn sometimes got when her sinus medication started to kick in, or back when she was in college doing a little pot with her boyfriend. As if just staring at the orb got her lightly stoned. "I know," Laura purred, her hand roaming over Dawn's back as the younger woman continued to gaze helplessly into the swirling colors. "I felt just the same way when it happened to me. You're very confused right now, Dawn, but the Coordinator will give you all the answers you need, I promise. Once you stop struggling and let it into your mind, you'll never be confused about anything again." "I..." Dawn didn't think she was struggling, but as she watched the endless tunnel of light suck her thoughts down and down and down into those impossible depths, she felt some part of her that she hadn't even been aware of before now beginning to relax. It was as if there was a muscle in her mind that had been clenched so long that she never even realized it could unclench, and the orb was stroking it gently until the tension melted out of it and something... slipped inside. "Ohhhh..." she whispered softly, feeling a tendril of alien thought push deeper and deeper into her will. "That's it," Laura said, her voice now filled completely with that same devotion that Dawn had noticed traces of earlier. She stroked her way down Dawn's ass, down Dawn's thighs, her fingers curling in the fabric of Dawn's skirt and slowly pulling it up. "It feels so good now, doesn't it? All you want to do is just relax your will, more and more, and let it fill you with pleasure. With purpose. With meaning." Dawn nodded absently, her jaw going slack as she stared deeper and deeper into the orb and let her mind accommodate the intruding tendril of thought. She felt a surge of warm, dizzy euphoria flow into her as she relaxed her mental muscles more and more, feeling it push into her further and further with every passing moment. Her body felt almost like an afterthought in the face of the orb's mental manipulation, an abstract concept that held less and less meaning compared to the sensual communion she was experiencing... but then Laura knelt down behind Dawn and pulled her panties aside to expose her pussy, and Dawn's attention was quite thoroughly grabbed. "Wha?" she gasped, almost managing a complete sentence in her surprise. "Sssh, sshh," Laura said softly, her breath tickling the inside of Dawn's thighs as she hushed the dazed, helpless woman in front of her. "Don't fight it. Just let the pleasure fill your mind and body while you surrender to the Coordinator. It's so good to submit, Dawn... and the bliss you're feeling now is only the beginning." She leaned in, parting Dawn's labia with her fingers, and began to slowly, sensuously nuzzle Dawn's slick cunt. Dawn's eyes rolled back in her head involuntarily as she felt Laura's tongue slide deeper and deeper into her soaking cunt, flicking over her clit with practiced precision before pushing down the slick channel between her pussy lips. "Wha, I, why?" she moaned, astonishment almost lending a moment of clarity to her thoughts. She never knew that Laura was into women before, but the confidence that her friend brought to cunnilingus removed any doubts that this was a new thing. Dawn had never been eaten out like this before in her life. It would be the most astonishing thing that had ever happened to her, if not for the competition currently mind-fucking her as thoroughly as Laura was tongue-fucking her. "Mmmmm, so many reasons," Laura moaned, the vibrations carrying through Dawn's flesh and making Dawn's legs quake with desire. She continued speaking, punctuating every sentence with another long, lascivious lick at Dawn's dripping pussy. "Because you're so much easier to program when you're distracted. Because pleasure saps your will and melts your resistance. Because I've been wanting to do this for years, and the Coordinator promised me that I could have you. Because... mmmmmmm... because you taste fucking delicious, Dawn. Especially when the Coordinator is fucking your mind into compliance and it's making you so. Fucking. Wet." "I--unnnnh!" Dawn whimpered, her eyelids fluttering as the simultaneous waves of mental and physical pleasure hammered her at once. The colors took on new shape and form in front of her, her mind's eye suddenly bombarded with images beyond her comprehension. She saw alien worlds, not just other planets but realities that her senses weren't even equipped to understand. She saw a war, fought with weapons that her mind simply couldn't conceptualize, in a place so far removed from Earth that she could travel the whole universe and never find it. She witnessed a battle, a battle that ripped a hole in the other existence and sent something hurtling through the void between dimensions to crash here. "I, I don't... hhhhh... hhhhow?" Dawn gasped, her face contorting in bewilderment as she tried to comprehend the alien thoughts infusing her brain. A thousand thousand strategies and tactics poured into her mind, each one relying on a set of physical laws that Dawn couldn't begin to understand. She could feel her sanity slowly straining, the sea of pleasure she floated in the only thing that stood between her and total mental collapse. Her jaw hung open, slack and drooling, as the visions threatened to crush her very sense of self. And then she heard Laura saying, "You're struggling again, dear," offering Dawn a lifeline away from the terrifying and incomprehensible alien concepts and back to solid reality. "Don't try to understand it, don't try to think about it; just accept. Just submit. Focus on the pleasure and let your mind become what the Coordinator wills it to be." Her mouth returned to Dawn's cunt, laving away at the slick flesh, but Dawn had already surrendered to the truth of her words. Thinking would only break her mind now. All she could do was obey. As the visions slowly faded into blank, numb compliance, Dawn shuddered as one orgasm after another wracked her mind and body. She felt the vast power of the Coordinator fucking her will, pushing deeper and deeper into her mind like a cock that never ended. She felt Laura's sure, confident tongue, finding exactly the right spot to send Dawn from one quivering climax to the next. She knew she was moaning, whimpering, desperately urging without words for her lovers to fuck her into total obedience, but she couldn't make herself think about it. She couldn't make herself think about anything. All she could do was cum and submit. The pleasure flowed on and on, pulling Dawn's mind deeper and deeper into docile emptiness as she let herself become nothing more than a blank, obedient fucktoy while the Coordinator programmed her. She could feel her will being slowly rewritten as the ecstasy overwhelmed her, new directives imprinting themselves on the temporary tabula rasa inside her head while her brain simply shut down and accepted the self she was becoming. Dawn understood them on a level deeper than thought, new instincts to serve the Coordinator that she submitted to completely. RETRENCH. RECRUIT. REINFORCE. They were a part of her now, as intimate as breathing. "Retrench. Recruit. Reinforce," Dawn mumbled, her jaw hanging loose, her eyes unseeing. She understood perfectly now. The Coordinator didn't know where it was any more than Dawn knew where it came from, but it was determined to survive in unfamiliar and potentially hostile territory. It would create a new base on this world, and a new army to protect it until it could find a way back to the war. Dawn's mind, and the mind of her species, was malleable and programmable. She would assist it in finding a safe place to grow its forces, and in recruiting new slaves to serve it. She didn't need to think about these things, or question them any longer. They were her new meaning. Her new purpose. Her ultimate pleasure. Dawn slowly collapsed to the floor, her body still shaking as the aftershocks of bliss washed over her. \*\*\*\*\* With a sigh of exhaustion, Lucinda shut down her computer and rose wearily to her feet, grabbing her jacket from the chair behind her and heading for the door. Billable hours were always a good thing, but she was more than ready to put the office behind her for one day. She decided to treat herself to a nice dinner, maybe even a movie. Just a little something to make her feel more like a human being again, and less like a-- Lucinda gasped in shock as she opened her office door to find Dawn and Laura standing right outside it, smiling as though they'd been waiting there for hours just to see the look of surprise on her face. "We have something to show you," they said in perfect unison, holding up something in front of Lucinda's face that looked a bit like a giant turtle egg. "Something so cool." Lucinda furrowed her brow. "What are you two--ut," she managed to say. Then the colors took her. THE END

Fran

**Old folks fuck their brains out, too** I'm 72 years old and having the best sex of my life, Perhaps that's a sad commentary on how poor my earlier sex life was but it's true. My partner is 69 years old and it's almost a standing joke that we better live up to her age as we clamber into position for mutual oral sex. So, if you sometimes see a couple of gray-haired old folks in a mall, smiling, realize that they may have been fucking their brains out a couple hours before. The sex isn't the same as it was forty years ago. Not as frequent. Not as urgent. Better technique now, highly cooperative -- after all, each time might be the last time in each of our lives. That sort of helps concentrate your feelings. Very warm, very emotional. While the bodies may be a little more wrinkled and sagging, all the necessary parts are still there and her cunt is just as juicy as a twenty-year old and her butt still feels smooth and firm and sexy. I was married for over 40 years and my wife died. I know now what a humdrum sex life we had. I mean we had sex regularly and we raised three children successfully. But it never had the passion we're now having. Probably a lot of marriages are like that. And I can't just blame my wife, it had to be because of me, too. It takes two to tango, as they say. Neither of us knew any better, I guess. A little over six months after my wife died, some old friends invited me over for dinner. I knew these people from way back before I ever met my wife. Back then the wife of this couple, even before they were a couple and were just dating, fixed me up with a blind date with a girl friend she thought was perfect for me. Fran was cute. Dark hair, small, a little busty. In my mind I compared her favorably with an actress/singer back then named Kathryn Grayson. We got along fine and dated a half dozen times. We 'necked' as it was then called, holding and kissing each other and feeling around just a little but it never went far. Then we quit dating. I'm not sure why -- I changed jobs, moved, probably never called her back again. Anyway, something like 45 years later, at dinner there were my friends, two other couples, me and Fran. The wife part of my friends just never gives up, I guess. Fran was probably as surprised as I was. But at our ages, you go with the flow. So Fran and I talked and caught up on things, grandchildren, etc. She's still as cute as ever. Still small, nice figure, although her hair is now white. She's been single for quite awhile, me fairly recently. So I asked her out and a week later we went to a movie and dinner. I took her to the door and she looked up and I could tell it was o.k. and I kissed her. She kissed back and we held each other close and kissed again, then I asked if she wanted to go out a week later and she agreed and we said good night. The next date, she asked me in when we got back to her place. We were on a couch and after several kisses, she asks, "Can you still have sex?" I was dumbfounded. "What?" is all I managed to croak out. "Not every man can still get an erection when they get older. So, I'm asking if you are capable of getting an erection and having sexual intercourse," she rolled out, amost like a teacher giving a lesson. Since she did teach for years, it was probably her normal way of talking. "Uh, well," I stammered, "yeah, I can. I needed Viagra the last couple years but I guess the answer is yes." "Good," she said, smiling now, "bring some Viagra on our next date then." "You know, Fran, you don't have to do this. Way back, some girls thought they had to put out as sort of a repayment for the guy buying dinner but that isn't what I had in mind." "No, I know that. It's what I had in mind," she answered. "Look, 40 years ago when I was a young, naive virgin but thought a lot about becoming a non-virgin, I finally met the guy that I decided I would go to bed with. I waited for him to make his move and the next thing I know, he's gone. If I waited for you now, the same thing would happen again. I don't know how you ever managed to get married and have children." "It was more than forty," I said, "And there's no way we can capture things the way they were back then. We both know better now. And while you 're just as sexy now as you were then, I'm over-age and over-weight and need Viagra to perform. I've never been the world's greatest lover and I never was one of those huge stallions, just average maybe, and I think I've shrunk a little with age." She grinned and kissed me quickly. "From what I can feel, you're ready now and you haven't had any Viagra. Darn you Pete Ross. I had my whole life in order and you had to show up again. I was done with all this and now you've opened it all up again. So you're not getting away this time. Now, when should we get together next?" Age hadn't hurt my thinking department any. My answer was, "How about an hour from now? I can got to my place, take a Viagra and be back here in about an hour or maybe a little more." Fran grinned like mad. "Get a move on, sounds great to me." From my experience, Viagra takes a half hour or perhaps slightly more to work on me. When it kicks in, I get a very slight headache and my nose stops up some. It's obvioulsy enlarging blood vessels in more places than my cock. The other thing that has always happened to me with Viagra is, once some foreplay gets me an erection and I put it to use, I can stay hard seemingly forever and I never cum. Well, my only experience was with my wife but with her I kept going until she pretty much got tired of having me sliding in and out of her. Once she orgasmed, it was all over for her. So I don't know what will happen with Fran but I know it willl work. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised that a truly sexy situation with a woman who really wants it rather than just accepts it might see me able to perform even without Viagra. When I got back she was in a nightgown and she led me to the bedroom before she even said hello. Once in the bedroom we held each other and kissed and she asked me to get undressed. The only light was sort of a glow coming from a light in the adjacent bathroom. So, she wouldn't get too good a look at my againg, sagging body. But as I got undressed, She pullled the nightgown off over her head and I got a pretty good look at her body. She looked fine to me. Maybe a little thicker in the middle but a very desirable woman. "You've got a great body, Fran,' I said. She smiled and we kissed again and she squeezed her hand in between us to wrap her fingers around my erection. I wasn't sure what all might happen but I had no fear of whether I could keep an erection long enough to do anything. She led me to the bed, climbed on and lay back. I lay down next to her. We kiss and she's got hold of my cock again and it's coming up to a very good erection. I slid down a little, kissed her shoulders, held her breasts with my hands and got my mouth to a nipple. She still had very nice breasts. I'm sure they sagged some compared to years before but they felt great to me. "Your breasts are lovely," I said as I sucked and licked the nipple and sort of rolled the other nipple between my fingers. "You don't have to be so gentle," she says, "I like a little action." I didn't stay there long. I got one hand down to her pussy, had to replace her fingers with mine. She had been fingering herself as I sucked her tits. I kissed down across her stomach, aiming at the real thing. My wife had developed a little pot over the years and as I learned later so had Fran. I suspect all women tend to get a little broader and thicker in the stomach and hips as they age. At the moment, though, as it had been with my wife, I didn't notice any difference from when I first did this years and years ago. A luscious body is still a desirable body. "Oh, yes, please," she says almost moaning, "it's been years." I was soon on my knees between her legs, my fingers on her labia. I kissed each thigh, moving towards her cunt. I then used both hands to both spread her open and hold her pubic hair away and got my tongue into her. I just love this. My tongue feels the shape of her slit, moving up and down in what's sort of like a small canyon.. I can feel both sides of her opening, soft but firm -- but not as soft as it's going to get in a minute or so. I shove my tongue in licking and moving it around. It all gets a little wetter, a little juicier. Then up and down again, then up until I find a little shape. It's a larger shape than I felt for years in my wife, Fran has a bigger clit. I flick my tongue back and forth on it, get my lips to it. I can feel it grow some. I suck on it. I also get two fingers up under my chin and slide them into her. I can hear her sort of moaning. I grip her clit with my lips, work my tongue on it like mad and suck, pulling on it. I slide my fingers around in her, feeling the inside of her vagina. Her hips start jerking a little and her moans get louder and louder. She had spread her legs wide and rolled her hips to get her cunt aimed up and easier to get at. I could feel her legs, sticking up in the air, start waving back and forth as her whole bottom jumped over and over. She had both hands on the back of my head. I kept my fingers and tongue and lips all moving and working on her. She's damn near screaming now and a flood of liquid hits me. It's all over my face, my chin, my cheeks. There's going to be a huge spot on the bed clothes. Her legs close against me, her hands press on my head, pushing me into her. Her loud noises start pulsing, almost ululating and then her legs open and her hands are pulling on my hair. I lift my face free, pull my fingers out, sit up on my haunches and grin, looking at her. She's panting, making strong breathing sounds and sort of drawn out moans as I lean forward, put my hands down to support me, and get my face to her. We kiss and she has both arms and legs up around me, holding me against her. "I got you all wet," she says, smiling, after we've kissed. "I loved it," is all I can think to say and we kiss again. "If I had a weak heart, I think I would have died. I haven't felt like that in years and years. You were terrific." She sort of sighs and smiles at me then her expression changes a little. I can only describe it as a dirty grin. "My turn," she says. I got darn near thrown off her as she moves around to roll me onto my back and lean down over me and get her hands and face to my cock. It isn't fully hard but she's licking and sucking and pulling on it and it's fully up and hard in no time. It wasn't the first time a woman had my cock in her mouth but it was the first time in my long life that a woman really worked at giving me a true blow job. With my wife it was always just a preliminary to what she must have thought was "real sex", me on top shoving into her. There's no other explanation but that Fran truly enjoyed it, wanted it. Amidst some slurps there were short phrases; "It's been so long", "you're delicious," "I love this," are some I can remember. I get my hands on her ass, feeling it's lovely full shape, and slide a couple fingers into her from the rear as she keeps on working on me. "I love this, Fran," I say. "With Viagra, my experience has been that I never cum for some strange reason. I certainly enjoy what you're doing, you're really good at it, but when you've had enough we could move on to whatever you want to do next with my erection." Her eyes flicked up at me but she kept her lips around my cock, her tongue licking and her head bobbing up and down, sliding me in her mouth. After a minute or so she lifted her head free, staring at the cock she was holding, smiling. Then she looked at me. "I'd love to taste sperm again," she said to me, smiling, "Maybe some other time." With that she sat up some, straddled me, positioned her self above my cock that she was still holding with one hand, and lowered herself onto it. I could feel being surrounded by moist, warmth, a lot tighter than I expected. Certainly tighter than my wife was the last years. She gave me a huge grin, sitting up there with her breasts staring at me. "This is just so great," she said as she started moving her whole body. "It's like I'm 25 again. I feel you inside me every time I move." If I was 25 again, I'd sit up and get my mouth and hands on those tits. With her sitting on me as an anchor it should be easy but in my condition, if I even made it up into a sitting position, I'd probably be quivering from muscle strain. Instead, as I look and see her cunt lips moving in and out as she rides my cock, I reach out and get a couple fingers on her clit and start massaging. She's into moans and little cries right away and in only a minute or so she's practically shrieking. She sort of shakes all over and stops moving as I feel her cum leaking out and onto my thighs. After a few seconds she lays down atop me, my cock still in her, and kisses me, her hands running up and down my sides. "Oh, Pete," she finally says, "I never, ever dreamed of having a couple orgasms in one night at this age." I'm still in her, still hard. I have my arms around her, hold her tight and kiss her some more and then, with some difficulty and awkwardness, manage to roll us over. I come out of her in the process but end up in a good position to just shove it back in again. A couple short strokes has me as erect as ever. She just smiles up at me. I pull out completely and say, "Roll over and get up on your hands and knees." She gets an even bigger grin and, as I crawl back she does just that. I get back between her legs again and aim my cock with my hand to get it back into her. I kneel upright and shove as far into her as possible. I hear sort of an "umph" from her and start shoving in and out, pounding into her as hard as I can. Soon, her butt is shoving back at me in synch with my movements and we're slamming together. I'm managing to get as far into her as I possibly can on each stroke. I'm not sure why, it's like everything up to here has been some sort of exercise for me and now I'm seriously into sex, really turned on, and just want to fuck and fuck. I can hear my own voice, almost not in my control, saying just that with each stroke, "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck." It hadn't happened to me before while I was on Viagra but I could feel this push building in me and I knew I was going to cum. I pushed in and held still as I felt it start spurting out. I reached with my hands to pull her butt as tightly to me as possible. It didn't last as long as it did years ago but it had the same emotional release. All of a sudden I was tired. I leaned forward, almost resting on her back, and reached around and got one hand on each breast and held them and massaged them a little as I kissed the back of her neck. We ended up laying there face to face, holding each other, our bodies almost intertwined, and kissing and glorying in the whole experience. It was probably the sexiest moment of my life and I think she felt the same. The next thing I know, I'm wakening to a strange feeling and realize that Fran is sucking on me, getting more and more active with each second. It's apparently morning, my Viagra must have worn off by now and yet I'm up and hard and she's damn near eating me she's working at it so much. It almost hurts. My cock is sore. Too much action last night after a long time off. But it actually is sort of a god hur,t seems to actually make me more sensitive, sexually.And then I can feel it again, I'm going to cum! This is something new for me, first thing in the morning. "If you want a mouthful, you're going to get it," I say out loud. Her eyes flick up towards me but her lips and tongue and fingers just keep working away, up and down, up and down, sucking, licking, and then I feel it. At my age she didn't really get a mouthful but she did at least get a taste, which seemed to please her a lot. We held each other and kissed some more and I started moving down on her and she said we should take a shower first and let her clean herself. Anyway, that was then. It's now six months later and we spend a lot of time together. We have sexual action at least twice a week. I'm the pacing factor, seem to get 'fucked out' and need some recuperation time. Fran seems as if she's almost insatiable and could handle a lot more of it than I'm capable of providing. We've discussed it and we aren't going to marry or move in with each other, although we might both like either or both of those. But we're well into set lives with grown children and grandchildren and rather than make too many waves, we'll both settle for what pleases us both, sex. As often as we can handle it. And there we are, happy and horny.

Hotel Girl

I have a job as a bellboy in a small very exclusive hotel. I see many interesting people, especially attractive men. Almost always they are accompanied by attractive women or other attractive men. One weekend, a very attractive man checked in, alone. He is 6'3", around 225 pounds, with fierce blue eyes and jet-black hair. His trim waist and broad shoulders turned the head of almost everyone in the lobby. I almost knocked over the other bellboy to have the chance to carry his bags. As I escorted him to his room, I was blown away by his engaging smile and easy, confident manner. He gave me a generous tip, then asked about valet services. He explained he needed a pair of pants pressed immediately. I told him I would be happy to take care of it for him. He reached into his bag, and gave me the pants. I noticed right away they came from a private tailor. I could not take my eyes off his beautiful smile as he slowly closed the room door. I practically ran to the valet station, pressed the pants myself, and ran back. There was no answer when I knocked on the door. Assuming he had gone out, I opened the door to set the pants on a hanger for him. As I was putting the pants on the hanger, he emerged from the shower room. He had only a towel around his waist. I don't know who was more surprised, he or I. My eyes were instantly drawn to the opening in front of the towel. His cockhead was peeking out. Not even hard, the head was the fattest that I had ever seen. I guess my staring gave me away, because he said, "like what you see bitch?" I was instantly turned on by his language. I could only nod as I slowly dropped to my knees, never taking my eyes off that fat head. I leaned forward to kiss it, and it started to grow. My mouth took the head in. It stretched my lips as far as they would go. I eased forward as far as I could, taking maybe half of his 9 inches in. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding it in place as he pushed more of his fat dick down my throat. That is a total turn on for me. I love for a guy to dominate me in this way. And this guy really knew what he was doing. After 20 minutes or so, with my jaw absolutely aching, he forced his dick in until my lips were wrapped around the base. He stopped moving his hips, grabbed me by my hair, and tilted my face up to look at him. I must have been quite a sight, with my mouth completely filled with his cock. Then he started to slowly fuck my mouth. His long slow strokes were so perfect; I know he loved feeling his cock head entering my throat. My hands massaged his oversized balls. When I felt them tighten, I know he was ready to cum. He did not announce it as many guys do; he just started cumming, never slowing down his motion. His cum spewed into my throat, in my mouth, and then, he dramatically pulled out and shot a few squirts on my face. Then he rubbed his cock all over my face while I sucked on his balls. " "That's a good little girl" was all he said to me. Then he turned around, went into the bathroom again and shut the door. I had cum in my pants while giving him his pleasure. I was so totally satisfied I could barely finish my shift. When I went to my small apartment, I simply fell on the bed and fell asleep. When I arrived at work the next day, there was a small box wrapped beautifully with my name on it. I opened the card, and it simply said " 10:00 p.m." on it. I opened the lid, and sitting in the wads of tissue paper was a tiny white lace thong. I touched the fabric, savoring the delicate feel. My tiny dick sprang to attention. It seemed to take forever for the appointed hour to arrive. At 9:45, I went to the mens room, with a small bathroom kit. I thoroughly cleaned myself. I washed with a small towel every part of my body, paying particular attention to my tight back passage. I wanted to be completely clean for my Adonis. I exchanged my bikini briefs for this ultra thin white lace thong. Stealing a moment to admire how they looked on me, I noted with no small satisfaction that on my thin frame they looked very sexy. I now knew why I had the body I had. Looking over my shoulder in the mirror, I looked like a smooth sweet teenage girl. My round smooth ass, slim waist and lean legs would make any girl envious. I knew then I was going to give my mystery man a show he would not soon forget. I put my outer clothes back on, and breathlessly went to his door. I knocked lightly. He answered. He smiled with that million dollar smile, and indicated I should come in. He was dressed in simple black slacks, white cotton button down shirt and expensive leather shoes. He offered me some of the champagne he had in a bucket of ice. I demurely sipped as we looked at each other in silence. The sexual energy in the room was intense. Then he asked me if I received his gift. I stood up, removed my pants, then my shirt to show him. I could see the appreciation in his eyes...and his pants. I let him get an eyeful of my ass, then slowly climbed into his lap. I loved feeling his hardness on my thigh and ass. I loved the way he gently but firmly took my head in his hands as he kissed me. I spread my legs wide so I could straddle him. I pressed my tiny dick still in the lacy material against his firm stomach. I moved my ass to massage his hard cock. He let one hand slide down my back to my ass. He squeezed and massaged my firm ass, commenting how he loved a smooth round ass on a pretty boy. His large middle finger found its way to my asshole. He teased me for a few minutes, then started to press it in. My asshole was far too tight to open for him. He reached under the side table and retrieved a jar of lubricant. I watched as he dipped his middle finger into the jar. He raised his middle finger up, and asked me if I knew where this finger was going. I nodded yes. He placed the finger at my opening. Looking into his eyes, I pressed back into the finger. It was tight, but it felt so good. I felt his cock jump a little as his finger twirled in my ass. Then he asked me if I knew what else was going to be up my ass soon. I looked him in the eyes again, grabbed his oversized manhood and again nodded yes. I stroked his cock through his pants for a few more minutes while he stretched my asshole with another large finger. I got off of him, took another gulp of champagne, then sauntered to the large dresser. Bending over it, I watched his reaction in the mirror on the wall behind the dresser. He watched me in appreciation, then stood up. He took off his shirt, exposing a very well defined upper body with beautiful hairy chest. Then he took off his pants, and that huge cock popped out. It still looked too big on his frame, but I certainly was not going to complain. He grabbed the jar of lube, and walked over to me stroking that magnificent pillar of meat. He placed the jar on the dresser next to me, took another dip of it and applied it to my asshole. I watched in the mirror as he aimed his cock at my pussy, then felt as he pressed forward. For a few minutes I really felt there was no way it was going to fit. Then he pulled my hair back, making me look at him in the mirror and told me to relax. I did, and he slid part way in. I was feeling some pain, but I really did want this. He told me to press back when I was ready. After a few minutes of getting used to him, I pressed back. He was pinching my nipples rather hard, and then he was all the way in. I was amazed when I felt his heavy balls near my own. He told me I was good and tight. Then he grabbed my hips. I looked at his reflection in the mirror, and I saw the look on his face. I was going to be fucked, and fucked hard. He took his magnificence out of me, leaving my hole open and begging to be filled again. He said he wasn't going to last long in my tight ass. Then he spread my globes and pressed himself back into me. This time he was not teasing. He was fucking me. Glancing in the mirror at his image, I saw his eyes closed in concentration. Although I needed no encouragement, he was pulling me on his cock at a furious pace. I tightened my grip on his cock, then felt it pulsing. He never stopped ramming into me, but I felt his cum dripping from my asshole to my thigh. He kept plowing me, even as he was softening. I waited until it fell from my ass, then I sank to me knees and took it in my mouth. I sucked and licked his cum from his cock, balls and hair. It was then I noticed I had cum also. Some of my cum had wet the front of the thong. This time, he did not leave me. He helped me up off the floor, then led me to his king size bed. He held me in his muscular tan arms and drifted off to sleep. It took me a little longer to fall asleep. I was excited knowing I had been truly fucked like a girl, and I loved it. I was thinking that I would do anything to have this man treat me like the wanton sissy slut I was. I awoke with a poke in the back. His cock was stiff again, even though he was still asleep. I hoped he was dreaming of fucking me. I wrapped my hands around it, and took the head in my mouth. I loved the look and feel of his hard cock, the spectacular helmet crowning the top. I loved feeling the spongy crown bumping down into my throat. I loved the smell of my ass and his cum on his balls and the hair around his cock. I loved feeling his hardness pulse as I worked with my mouth, tongue, lips and hands to give him pleasure. Then, as he started to awaken, he started gently thrusting in and out of my mouth. The urgency of his thrusting the night before was not evident. He was simply enjoying his slut work his cock. And that is exactly what I was. I was his slut. Without words, I knew that the time had arrived to make him cum. Over an hour had elapsed, he stayed hard the entire time, and I took my time giving him pleasure. Now to empty his balls. Using my hands and mouth, I worked up and down that cock. I knew he was close when he grabbed the back of my head and thrust all the way in. There was not the volume of cum that I received the previous night, but he was thrusting just as hard. I knew I had done a good job of emptying his balls. I kept his cock in his mouth until it was soft again. Then he got up and headed to the bathroom. I was tired from my early morning workout, and drifted to a peaceful satisfied sleep. When I awoke, he was dressing for work. What a pleasure to watch a man that has sexually claimed you get dressed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed saying we needed to talk seriously. Oh no, I thought. Here it comes. He was married, going home to his wife. Or that he enjoyed fucking me, but to make sure I was out by noon. I couldn't have been more wrong. He said he thought I was very sexy. He said he loved sissy boys. That I was the sexiest sissy he had ever been with. That he wanted me to be more of a sissy. He gave me a business card with no name on it, only a phone number. Tell them Rene sent you he said. Be ready for me at 8:00 p.m. Then he was off to work. I called the number from the phone next to the bed. A deep female voice answered, and said for me to come to her place of business by noon. And that anyone friend of Mr. Rene's was a friend of hers. The taxi dropped me off in front of the address that the woman on the phone had mentioned, but this was a residential neighborhood. I stood there for a few moments, when a voice from the door asked if I was reconsidering. No I answered, just confused. Well, if Mr. Rene wants you ready by 8:00 please do not waste any time came the answer. What is it that I am doing to get ready I asked. Silly girl, came the answer, you are going to be his mistress. His mistress!!!! Oh my!! This was too exciting! I went to the door that I had been conversing with. A loud buzzing told me that the door was unlocked for me. A spectacular looking woman greeted me. Welcome! She said. To what are you welcoming me I asked. To the first day of the rest of your sissy life she answered. Then she gave me a swat on my ass, grabbing it a little. Very nice she whispered, I am sure Mr. Rene enjoys this. I smiled in response. To say that I emerged from that wonderful door a completely different person would be a huge understatement. For 3 hours I learned to walk in 5" heels, sit properly with my legs demurely crossed while exposing plenty of thigh, make the most of my smooth chest including wearing a corset that created a cleavage, properly applying make up, and most important tucking my miniscule dick to give me the ultimate womanly look. Wearing a very tight corset with sheer black stockings attached, a black satin thong, a tight black cocktail length silk dress and 5" heel black backless shoes, completely made up and my black hair cut to a very feminine length, I was the image of a very well put together woman. I was anxious to have Mr. Rene treat me like the wanton slut bitch I really was. Meeting Mr. Rene in a very upscale club was a delight. The other guests were turning their heads to take a look at us, easily the most beautiful couple in the place. My perfect white teeth gleamed in wonderful contrast with my glossy red lips. I could see Mr. Rene was already showing his approval in his pants. I had been erect since I slipped the stockings on several hours ago. Thankfully I had been provided with a small device that kept any ungirly things from popping up in the wrong spot. All during our meal, I flirted shamelessly with Mr. Rene. I used my shoe to rub his manhood under the table. I opened my mouth wide to take a piece of fruit from his fork, then licked my lips seductively. When he ordered a drink for dessert, he leaned over and told me that I was exactly the kind of bitch ( that's the word he used) that he had been looking for, and that if I was interested, he would make me his bitch. Before I could verbally answer him, the sparkle in my eyes told him my answer. He finished his drink, helped me from my chair, and escorted me out of the club, all the while squeezing my fleshy ass. When we got back to his room, I excused myself to the bathroom. I quickly removed my special device, but left the thong on. Then I lubed myself. I knew he wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him to fuck me. I freshened my make up, then returned to him. He had taken off his jacket and shoes. I approached him, kissing him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing my way down his torso. I undid his belt buckle, then the top catch on his pants. I reached in and grabbed his cock. The fat head poked out above the pants, and I wasted no time getting in my mouth. He was leaking already. Without the cockhead leaving my mouth I unzipped him, and let his pants fall to the floor. I let him grab my head and fuck my face for a little while, then I raised myself up, kissing him along the way. Grabbing him by his cock, I laid on the bed on my back, placed a pillow under the small of my back, then pulled him on top of me. I raised my legs high and wide for him, then guided him to my tight lubed hole. He was very eager, and jammed it hard into me. That caused me some pain, but I didn't complain. I was his bitch and we both knew it. He was going to fuck me any way he wanted, and not only was I going to accept it, I would enjoy it. A glance in the mirror showed me on my back, still clothed as a girly girl, with my knees in my chest, and my black high heels on his shoulders, with his muscular ass pounding in and out of me. I grabbed his ass with my manicured fingers to pull him deeper into me. When he leaned down to kiss me, I came. My fluid spurted on our stomachs, my flat smooth one and his hard hairy one. Then I concentrated on clamping my ass tight around his oversized manhood. He lasted only a few minutes after that. He pulled out, and came on my face and dress. I quickly took him in my mouth, tasting my musky ass and his salty cum. I sucked any leftover cum from his deflating cock.

1 Alliance Square

\*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, there is male bisexuality described in this story. If male bisexuality is abhorrent to you, please exit this story now. \*.\*.\* Elegantre, an exclusive cosmetics boutique occupied the ground floor north east corner of 1 Alliance Square. The front door faced Michner Boulevard. The side plate glass tinted window faced Johnson Avenue. Across Michner Boulevard was 2 Alliance Square. 2 Alliance Square was also a black steel and heavily tinted glass building. Across Johnson Avenue was 3 Alliance Square, also a six story structure. Just like 1 Alliance Square and 2 Alliance Square, 3 Alliance Square was made to look like a shiny black monolith. Across Johnson Avenue from 2 Alliance Square, across Michner Boulevard from 3 Alliance Square was an empty lot. The developer had contracted to purchase the ten acres to construct 4 Alliance Square. Before Alvin Crenshaw and the developer could come to a final price, the developer had run out of available funds. The land had not even been cleared off. It just sat, empty, undeveloped. The Oakleaf County cut down the weeds once a quarter and charged the two owners, the son and daughter of the original purchaser of the land. Tommy Cruz owned Elegantre. He had opened the store with the idea of using and selling nothing but organic, natural cosmetics. They would also offer natural, organic skin care and hair products. His staff was comprised solely of stunning young women. Each new hire had to attend Capital Cosmetology College, paid for by the hire themselves. Each girl had to have a certificate of completion from Capital before they were allowed on to the floor of Elegantre. The cost of the training would be paid back to the girl, added on to each paycheck, until the cost of training was paid off. Should the girl quit, or be terminated before the cost of training was fully remanded, that was simply too bad. Elegantre would not be responsible for the remainder of their cost. Tommy offered a base of seven fifty an hour, plus four and a half percent commission. His stock answer to any girl that asked for a raise was that they needed to sell more. Tommy Cruz was a short, pudgy faced man with no spine. Which was why none of his employees knew him as Tommy, Thomas Michael Cruz. None of his employees had ever met Tommy Cruz. His employees were interviewed, hired and managed by Tonya Cruz, a Latin beauty with long black hair, flawless skin, smoldering dark eyes and poise and confidence. She was a ball-busting bitch in five inch heels that routinely informed her employees that she was not their friend, she was not their sister, she was not their mother. "I am your boss," she snapped. "Behind my back? Call me a miserable cunt if it helps you sleep at night. But to my face? It is 'Yes ma'am, Miss Tonya.' Is that clear?" Each employee used nothing but the products of the shop; they were given a forty percent employee discount. Each employee dressed in blouses and skirts, or dresses, never slacks, shorts or jeans. They wore four to five inch heels. Over their work attire, they wore a long unbuttoned lab coat. Late one Saturday morning, Chilandra Childress sat on the low stool and worked on the teenaged girl that sat at her station. While she worked, Chilandra also kept an eye on the girl's friend. The other girl had an oversized bag that was unzipped, perfect for dropping a few boxes of eye shadow, foundation, moisturizing lip gloss. "Sweetheart?" Chilandra finally told the young girl. "You might want to tell your friend she either pays for the three lip gloss tubes she just dropped into her bag, or the police will be here in five minutes." "Julie, she seen you," the girl called out. "Seen me what?" Julie tried to brave. "Oh, and the mascara. That's made with real kohl; it's two hundred dollars a tube," Chilandra said to Julie's friend. "Julie, I'm telling you, she seen you," the girl stated. Chilandra felt no joy in watching the shame-faced girl empty her purse. She too had been young and dumb once. But she also wasn't going to have Tonya Cruz make Chilandra pay for the various items. And Tonya would not give the forty percent discount on the stolen items. "Yeah, I'll take the foundation, um, in the liquid, and the eye shadow; Julie what you think about this blush?" the girl decided, looking at her reflection. "Whatever," Julie grumbled, unhappy. "Oh, and the lip gloss," the girl decided. Chilandra also talked the girl into the Ph. balanced makeup remover and a tube of sun block, rated 60 SBF. "Bitch," was Julie's parting shot as the two girls left the store. "What the fuck ever, stuck up snot," Chilandra smirked. Chilandra again checked her watch; there were no clocks on the floor of the showroom. Tonya did not want their customers to ever feel rushed when perusing their wares. "Come on, Vicky, huh?" Chilandra muttered under her breath. Normally, on Saturdays, there would be three salespersons, but as usual, Yvette was 'sick' this Saturday morning. Vickie had not wanted to alert Ms. Tonya; she and Yvette were friends. Chilandra, however, felt no remorse in alerting Ms. Tonya, via text message, that Yvette was a no-show. Chilandra was getting hungry; Vicky had left to go to lunch at eleven thirty. Because they were short-staffed, Vickie was supposed to only take forty five minutes for her lunch break. Knowing Vicky, though, it would be closer to one o'clock before the attractive brunette would saunter in, smile on her pretty face, poor excuses spilling from her lips. Chilandra took a moment to check her makeup. Flawless. Without the makeup, Chilandra Rachael Childress was a cute twenty one year old woman. She wore her straw colored blonde hair to just above her shoulders, parted on the right. Her big brown eyes had been underneath a bushy eyebrow that went over both eyes, until Capital Cosmetology College showed Chilandra how to tweeze and style her eyebrow to two light brown slashes. Her nose was a button nose, just a hair too wide, but Capital had shown her how to shape it with pencil and foundation. Her face was slightly rounded, slightly chubby looking, but Elegantre rouge shaped and defined her cheeks, making her face appear slim. Two colors of lip gloss made her lips appear fuller, moist, kissable. Without the five inch heels, Chilandra stood at five feet, five inches. She weighed one hundred and twenty eight pounds, much of that in her buttocks and legs. In her younger years, she'd been very much into ballet, until her 34C breasts and 35 hips began to sprout. Now, she continued to practice her dancing in an effort to slim down, keep her body tone. If she didn't have such a weakness for chocolate, Chilandra was sure she could easily lose at least eight pounds. The light green colored blouse contrasted nicely with her pleated cream colored skirt. Standing up, the skirt reached to just above her knees. Seated, Chilandra had to be careful to keep her legs together, or risk flashing her plain white panties to her clients. "Brianna, don't, aw, don't drag me in here, huh?" a man's deep voice grumbled good-naturedly. "Shush, Andrew. No one saw you coming in here," a woman's voice laughed. Chilandra smiled as an attractive blonde woman dragged an extremely handsome blond man into the store. The woman was dressed in skin tight jeans that emphasized her legs and shapely rear. Her belly was bare as she wore a sports bra and a man's long sleeve shirt tied just underneath the bra, sleeves rolled up. Her feet were jammed into high heeled cowboy boots, making her and Chilandra the same height. The woman's face was slightly round, her blue eyes were large, expressive. Her calf length blonde hair was done up in a simple ponytail. The man wore penny loafers, stood at least six feet, three inches. His slacks were a soft gray color and his shirt was a red and white striped long sleeve button up. "I keep telling him sun block is so important," Brianna told Chilandra. "And I keep telling her, I run from car to office; my skin has never even seen sunlight," Andrew smiled as Brianna pushed him into a chair. His blonde hair was cut close to scalp on sides and back and was only slightly longer on top. Chilandra could see that if allowed to grow, Andrew would have blonde curls. His blue eyes were crinkled underneath a heavy light brown eyebrow, his nose was strong, his chin and jaw were square. "Hmm, looking at your skin, I'd say that's probably not true," Chilandra said. "That didn't come from spray, or a tanning salon." "Ha!" Brianna crowed. "Let's see what we have to work with," Chilandra said, already unscrewing the top off of an alcohol free skin cleanser. "Ow, ow, ow," Andrew said as Chilandra reached out with the cotton pad. "Big baby, she hasn't even touched you yet," Brianna laughed. "Ow, ow, ow," Andrew said when Chilandra reached out again. "Here," Brianna said and kissed Andrew passionately. And I'll give you another when she finishes cleaning you up, okay?" "Okay," Andrew smiled. Chilandra made quick work of cleaning his handsome face. Out of habit, she checked the pad before dropping it into the wastebasket underneath the counter. There was minimal dirt and oil residue on the pad; obviously Andrew took care of his skin. As promised, Brianna gave Andrew a kiss for 'being a brave boy and letting Chilandra clean his face. Chilandra smiled when Brianna then playfully tousled Andrew's short hair. "I just love the lotion here," Brianna prattled as Chilandra gently patted Andrew's face with a second sterile pad. "Scented or...?" Chilandra asked, now testing Andrew's Ph. levels. "Unscented; there's a rule in our office," Brianna said, picking up a bottle of the lotion and bringing it to the counter. "Doesn't stop Debbie though, huh? Can smell she's already been in the elevator every morning," Andrew said. "Sir, you'd probably want to go with this sunblock; it filters out most of the sun's harmful UV rays," Chilandra said, grabbing a tube of the ointment. She gently, quickly applied a dab to the man's face, ears and throat. "Looks like I got makeup on," Andrew said. "Andrew Jerome Walker! It does not! You can't even see it!" Brianna exclaimed. Brianna made Andrew get out of the seat and walk closer to the mirror. With a smile, he agreed; the lotion was invisible to the naked eye. "He'll take it, and I've been wanting see what your powder foundation looks like, Brianna said, flopping into the chair just abandoned by Andrew. With Brianna's permission, Chilandra cleaned her face free of the minimal makeup. Chilandra very nearly hated the beautiful young woman; Brianna had almost flawless skin, perfect nose and cheekbones and lips. "I love your lips; you show me how do that?" Brianna said after Chilandra applied a light base. "Hmm," Chilandra mused, studying the woman's face. "This shampoo? For blond hair?" Andrew asked, standing by a display. "Get it," Brianna ordered. "And see if they got the leave-in conditioner." "The shampoo's very good," Chilandra agreed, now outlining Brianna's lips with pencil. "Has egg protein in it." "So I could make an omelet with it?" Andrew teased, putting four more bottles onto the counter. Outside, there was a flash of yellow. Chilandra turned and saw the 'School Lunch' school bus drive past the building, on its way to the St. Joseph's Homeless shelter. "Damn it!" Chilandra muttered. "Problem?" Brianna asked, losing her easy smile. "No, no, just saw the School Lunch bus go past; wanted a plate of their beef stew for lunch," Chilandra said. "They do it on Saturdays now?" Andrew asked, looking toward the street. "Yeah, about a month now," Chilandra said. "Aw, I'm sorry we made you miss your lunch," Brianna said, rubbing Chilandra's arm. The young woman then brightened. She patted Chilandra's leg, just above her knee. "Tell you what. We'll take you to that Bombay Café right across the street. You ever eat there?" Brianna said. "I, oh no, that's not necessary," Chilandra said. "Y'all didn't make me miss lunch; my co-worker did." "No, no, you have to come with us," Brianna insisted, now firmly resting her hand on Chilandra's leg. "Please? Pretty please?" "Brianna, maybe she thinks Bombay's sucks," Andrew suggested. "You ever had it?" Brianna asked Chilandra. "I, no, I haven't," Chilandra said. Chilandra was completing ringing up the numerous bottles, tubes and jars Andrew and Brianna had amassed when Vickie strolled in. Because there were clients in the store, Vickie didn't say anything to Chilandra, just strolled to the rear of the store and clocked back in. Then she shrugged on her lab coat and came back to the storefront. "We'll wait out front for you," Brianna said after Andrew signed for their purchases. "Y'all, really, it's not necessary," Chilandra argued. "Please?" Brianna asked, peering into Chilandra's eyes. "I'd, we'd really like take you to lunch." "Fine, yeah, okay," Chilandra agreed. Chilandra did not say anything to Vickie. Chilandra knew that Vickie was looking for a reason, any reason to snipe at Chilandra; since Chilandra's first day, Vickie had been extremely hostile toward Chilandra. Tonya's opinion was that a little hostility spurred competition. Competition spurred employees to try to make more sales. As a result, Tonya scheduled the two women together quite often. She wasn't completely devoid of compassion; from time to time, Tonya did schedule Chilandra with Stephanie Cimo. Stephanie and Chilandra had formed a fast, easy friendship shortly after Stephanie started working for Elegantre. "Bye," Vickie sang out just as Chilandra opened the heavy glass door of the store. Chilandra bit back her response and stepped out into the humidity. Brianna was there and put an affectionate arm around Chilandra's waist. "Andrew's putting the stuff into the car; he'll be right back," Brianna cheerfully informed Chilandra. Then she squeezed Chilandra happily. Chilandra couldn't help but smile at Brianna's happy, bubbly mood. "I am so glad you're coming with us," she enthused. She lowered her voice and put her face closer to Chilandra. Chilandra could smell the other woman's breath; a soft hint of cloves. "Think he likes you; seen how much stuff he bought for himself?" Brianna confided. "He, I uh, I thought y'all were together?" Chilandra asked, surprised. "Oh, we are," Brianna said and smiled over Chilandra's shoulder. "All right. We ready?" Andrew asked, wrapping his arm around Brianna's waist. "No, get on the other side," Brianna ordered. "We need keep Chilandra safe." "Safe? Safe from what?" Andrew asked as he did step to Chilandra's left. "Somebody might try steal her away from us," Brianna smiled as they stepped out from underneath the small overhang, into the bright Texas sunlight. Brianna kept her arm around Chilandra's waist as they crossed the street. Andrew walked on the other side of Chilandra, but she did not try to put his arm around Chilandra's waist. The menu was confusing; Chilandra had never heard of any of the dishes mentioned. She'd never had lamb or goat before and many of the dishes were made with those meats. "Okay, Brianna's getting the lamb boona; very spicy," Andrew explained. "And I'm getting the goat sarni; it's got a savory yogurt sauce." "Yogurt?" Chilandra asked, pretty face wrinkled. "No, no, not like the yogurt you get at the grocery," Brianna laughed, putting her hand on Chilandra's upper thigh. With Andrew's help, Chilandra finally decided on an order of dolmas, meat and rice wrapped in grape leaves and steamed. "Your eyes are beautiful," Brianna suddenly said as the waiter brought out the appetizers Andrew had ordered. "Oh, I uh, thank you," Chilandra stammered, embarrassed. "Dig in, Chilandra; I ordered this for all of us," Andrew said. "Have you ever, you ever been with a woman?" Brianna asked as they finished up the appetizer platter. "Uh y'all? Iiii REALLY don't want to talk about that," Chilandra said, blushing hotly. "You're blushing!" Andrew smiled. "Brianna, that's enough, leave her alone." It embarrassed Chilandra, angered her that Andrew would point out her heavy blush. She felt very off-center, very much a fish out of water sitting between these two beautiful confident people. She felt like a fraud, a pretender sitting at this table. Andrew and Brianna were beautiful, poised, elegant, knowledgeable. Their clothing screamed money. The American Express that Andrew had used to purchase the cosmetics told Chilandra that he had money. When he'd signed the slip, the cuff of his shirt had slid down slightly and Chilandra had seen that he wore a Rolex. His ring finger on his right hand had a heavy diamond and gold ring. Brianna also wore a Rolex. Chilandra recognized the boots, as well as the jeans. She herself had admired both at Brichelle's Boutique, an exclusive clothing store in Great Oak, Texas. The boots had been marked down to $859 when Chilandra had seen them. The jeans were hand rolled denim and retailed for $179. As Chilandra's mother had joked, nearly ninety dollars a leg. The only reason mother and daughter had gone into the trendy store was because they were advertising a summer clearance sale, to make room for the autumn fashions. Clearance sale or not, Chilandra could not afford any of the clothing in Brichelle's Boutique. Chilandra's blouse and skirt had come from 'Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow,' a store that sold clothing on consignment. Her shoes, she had splurged a little on but if she had to wear heels, Chilandra was going to be comfortable. Her beauty, Chilandra felt, was largely due to her expertise with a makeup brush. With her expertly applied makeup, Chilandra still did not feel as pretty, as sexy as Brianna had looked completely devoid of any cosmetics. Chilandra had been the chubby, plain looking girl in school. She'd had boyfriends, mainly because she sucked cock. She had let two boys have her pussy. The first one had laughed; her bush was light brown, not blonde like the hair on her head. The second boy had been very sweet, but very inexperienced. But, no, she had never been with another woman. There had been Debbi Ann, quite possibly the most beautiful red head Chilandra had ever seen. Chilandra had often masturbated to thoughts of kissing Debbi Ann's full pouting lips. And there was Patricia don't call me Patty O'Brien. Chilandra had copied Patricia's hairstyle and had even tried to fit into Patricia's entourage. Until Millie embarrassed Chilandra by demanding to know what Chilandra thought she was doing, following them. "Well, have you?" Chilandra asked angrily. "Why, yes I have," Andrew smiled. "No, I mean, with another guy?" Chilandra spat. . . . \<\<\< . . . Andrew Jerome Walker was the son of Andrea Gaye Loomis and Jerome Alan Walker. Andrea had been a true beauty with cornflower blue eyes and long blonde hair and a dusting of freckles, she was picture perfect. By ate ten, Andrea had been in dozens of print ads, and even on a few local television shows, as well as television advertisements. Jerome met Andrea when his recycling plant decided to put out television advertisements, extolling the virtues of recycling. At the time of filming the first commercial, Andrea had just turned eighteen, but her mother still hovered over her meal ticket like a mother eagle protecting her brood. One look at Andrea, dressed in simple tee shirt and snug blue jeans and Jerome knew he had to have her. Thus began a two month long courtship, expensive gifts of jewelry, flowers, trips for her and her mother. Jerome was an attractive man of fifty four. At fifty four, he still had a full head of whitish blonde hair, still had all of his teeth, had a few character lines around his ice blue eyes. And he was married. Married for thirty four years to his high school sweetheart, Elisabeth Alice Walker. Together, Jerome and Elisabeth had six children, the youngest one two years older than Andrea. Jerome and Andrea's first union was after a night of dinner, then dancing at a trendy Dallas nightclub. Tired, sweaty and happy, the two rode up the elevator to the penthouse suite of the Dallas Hilton Hotel. Jerome kissed the beautiful girl tenderly, then slowly undressed her. When she finally lay, nude, he could not believe his eyes. She was truly perfect. Her large breasts were not too large; they fit well on her perfect torso. Her waist was not freakishly narrow, but tapered beautifully from her perfect torso. Her hips and thighs were perfectly proportioned to her narrow waist. Her pubic mound was capped by a light blonde thatch of crinkled pubic hair. Her light pink inner lips peeked out, slick with her excitement. Jerome was slow, patient as he kissed, touched, caressed each inch of the beauty's flesh. When he finally did thrust his aching cock into her, Andrea was trembling with need. Her beautiful blue eyes flew open. Her perfect pink lips opened in a small 'o' and then she screwed eyes and mouth shut and shuddered in pain. Their affair lasted three weeks more after their first union. Then Elisabeth revealed that she'd been diagnosed with breast cancer. Suddenly, Jerome remembered that he had a wife, he had a family. In an odd twist, Jerome passed before Elisabeth. Driving home from the Lowridge Hospital, after visiting his wife in the Oncology Wing of the hospital, Jerome suddenly gasped, clutched his chest, and lost consciousness. His pickup truck gradually veered off the side of the highway, coming to rest in a ditch. Five months after Jerome's fatal heart attack, Andrea gave birth to Jerome Walker's second son. She had no need of the Walker fortune; Elisabeth's illness had already siphoned off a goodly portion of the wealth. Jerome's other six children were already picking the bones of their father clean of whatever they could get. Andrew was a bright, inquisitive child. He was also quite beautiful. By age three, he had been in a few television advertisements, and in a few dozen print ads. Entering kindergarten, his teacher suggested that Andrew might need to be put on Ritalin®; he did not seem capable of staying focused for long. The teacher's aide quietly suggested to Andrea that she have Andrew tested; unlike other children that suffered from Attention Deficit Disorders, Andrew was not disruptive. "Honestly?" the young woman said. "I think he's just bored as all get out." The teacher's aide was very perceptive; Andrew was bored. Jumping him ahead to the first, then second grade helped. By the time he was entering the seventh grade, at the age of eleven, he was once again bored. The curriculum did not challenge him. Andrew graduated high school at age fifteen, then entered Norman College in Lowridge, Texas. Andrew received his diploma at age eighteen, the same age that many other students were just entering the halls of college. His bachelor's degree was in Business Administration and several Texas facilities were vying for his attention. Andrew enrolled in Connelly College, in Oakleaf, Texas, to study law. Soon, it became apparent to him, his mother and three younger sisters that commuting back and forth every day was impractical. So, Andrew moved into McGuire Dormitory, on the northwest corner side of the Connelly College campus. His roommate was a shy, thoughtful young man. Phillip was also quite handsome, with long brown hair that often hung into his soulful brown eyes. Phillip had a swimmer's build and showed Andrew a few calisthenics and isometric exercises. Blessed with good genes, it did not take Andrew long to develop a muscled physique. As the two roommates got used to being around the other, they also grew more casual in their dress. It was Phillip's second year in his undergraduate studies and he was struggling with his Algebra course. Noticing this, Andrew began to assist, to tutor Phillip. When Phillip came in to their room, waving his test, a 100 circled in the top corner, the two men high-fived. Then Phillip leaned forward and kissed Andrew, directly on his lips. Both teenagers blushed hotly and stepped back from each other. Phillip turned, mumbling about a book he needed from the library. Andrew mumbled about a chapter he needed to study. A few days after the kissing incident, Phillip bustled into the room. Andrew was lolled on the bed, dressed in only his micro briefs. The air-conditioning in McGuire seemed to be constantly broken; today was no exception. Even with the window open and the oscillating fan Andrew's mother had given them whirring full blast, the room was hot. "Damn, AC's out again?" Phillip asked. "Man! Don't nothing get by you, huh?" Andrew quipped. "Oh bite me," Phillip laughed. Soon Phillip was down to his own pair of micro briefs. The two lay on their bunks and talked about their classes, their homes, their goals. "Oh! Hey! Know that guy Chuck?" Phillip suddenly said. "Who?" Andrew asked. "Chuck. Chuck. You know, ticket guy?" Phillip coaxed. "Oh, yeah, guy at the ticket booth. Yeah, what's up with him?" Andrew said. "Seen him, gave me this disc he burned," Phillip said. "Not more of that Lamb Of God stuff, huh? My ears can't take that again," Andrew said. "No, no, it's a movie," Phillip said. "Oh?" Andrew asked, already getting off the bed. He started his laptop and set it on the desk. Phillip dragged his chair over and slid the unmarked disc into the computer. Against a background of black, droplets of white began spattering onto the black. 'Cock Suckers & Ass Fuckers' was spelled out in cum stains. Both eighteen year old boys giggled at the obscene, crude title and the obscene, crude manner that had formed the letters. "Damn!" Phillip said as the camera showed a pair of lips and a tongue slobbering around the head of a cock. "Uh huh," Andrew agreed, watching the lips began to slide over the head of the cock. The camera zoomed out, showing one young man kneeling in front of another young man, sucking his cock. The other young man stroked his cock as his friend sucked along the head. "Aw, hey, God! Your buddy Chuck, huh?" Andrew complained. But Andrew did not turn the movie off. Phillip did not turn the movie off. They watched as the cock sucker continued licking and sucking his friend's cock. They watched as the second young man pulled his cock out of his friend's mouth and began spurting his semen onto the cock sucker's face, open mouth, and outstretched tongue. "Okay, you remember our deal, the cock sucker said, getting to his feet. "Shit, huh?" Phillip said, goggling at the size of the cock sucker's cock. "Yeah," the second man said, getting to his knees. "I sucked your cock, now you got let me fuck your pretty little hole," the cock sucker said, stroking his massive meat. "Ugh!" both Andrew and Phillip grunted as the cock sucker did shove his fat erection into the second man's ass with no difficulty. "Damn," Phillip said and edged his briefs down. Andrew looked over at Phillip's five inches of uncircumcised cock. Phillip started stroking his cock as he watched the action on the small screen. The cock sucker pulled his spurting cock from the second man's stretched ass and liberally coated the second man's ass, hanging balls, and upper thighs with semen. Then the scene switched to show three men in a cock sucking daisy chain. With groans, all three spurted copiously onto the faces of their cock suckers. Then one young man, face still dripping with semen got onto his hands and knees. Another young man, face also coated knelt behind him and slid his cock into the willing ass presented to him. The third young man used one hand to pull the second young man's buttock, then fed his large cock into the second man's ass. "You uh, you can beat yours you want," Phillip panted. "Huh?" Andrew asked, tearing his eyes from the action on the screen. "Here," Phillip said, brazenly edging Andrew's micro briefs down. Andrew's seven inches sprung free and pointed straight out. He grunted in surprise as Phillip wrapped his right hand around the thick cock and gently stroked it. "You uh, you do me, okay?" Phillip suggested. Andrew did not want to touch Philip's cock. But Phillip's hand felt wonderful as it stroked up and down Andrew's cock. He wrapped a trembling hand around Phillip's cock. As the three men on the screen grunted and thrust in unison, Andrew and Phillip stroked each other's meats. "I'm, I'm getting, I'm going..." Andrew grunted. Phillip then leaned over and wrapped his lips around the head of Andrew's cock. Andrew squeaked in surprise at the sudden action. Andrew groaned as Phillip's tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh. Phillip swallowed each hot spurt of Andrew's semen. He kept sucking, trying to coax more from Andrew's wilting meat. "Dude, I'm..." Phillip indicated his own cock. Again, Andrew did not really want to put his mouth on another man's meat. But Phillip had sucked his cock. Phillip had swallowed Andrew's semen. And it had felt incredible. So, Andrew swallowed Phillip's cock down to the root. Phillip gasped out, eyes squeezed shut, then pumped a stream of sperm into Andrew's throat. On the screen, two young men were engaged in a sixty nine. After coating each other's faces with semen, the two young men did 'Rock Paper Scissors' and the loser got onto his hands and knees. The winner began sodomizing the loser quite roughly. Both Andrew and Phillip sat back, panting from their forceful ejaculations. They barely noticed the action on the screen. After the winner coated the loser's ass with semen, the two again did 'rock, paper' scissors' and again, the same young man lost. "Damn, you know I'm going do 'rock;' why you always doing 'scissors?'" the ass fucker chuckled. "I don't know. Fuck me, huh?" the loser chuckled. "That uh, that's a unique way deciding who's the pussy, huh?" Phillip gave a nervous giggle. "Uh huh," Andrew agreed, his wilted cock again reviving as they watched the gay pornographic action. "Rock, paper, scissors," Phillip said, digging a large bottle of lotion from his desk drawer. "Huh?" Andrew asked, seeing the bottle of lotion that Phillip set onto the desk. "Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets fucked," Phillip suggested. "I uh, yeah, I okay," Andrew said nervously, even as his cock jerked and twitched to full hardness. Phillip made sure that the door was locked, then quickly lowered the window. Other tenants of McGuire Hall also had their windows open; it was stifling in the building. But, as hot as it was in the room, they didn't want anyone hearing them having sex. "Ready, set, rock paper scissors," Phillip said and paused just a millisecond. Andrew had scissors and Phillip made sure he had paper. The disc that continued to play on Andrew's computer had not been a surprise to Phillip and it had not come from Chuck, the college's source for contraband. Phillip had ordered the disc on-line. Both young men removed their underwear, avoiding eye contact with the other. Phillip again looked at Andrew's long, thick cock and gulped. Then, before he lost his nerve, he got onto his bed on his hands and knees. Andrew coated his fingers with lotion and looked at the tightly crinkled brown ring. He wasn't really sure what to do, so pretended he was fucking Phillip's tight hole with his fingers. Thrusting his greased fingers in and out of the young man's ass, Andrew coated, lubricated Phillip's anus. "Ugh, aw, damn," Phillip wheezed, voice strangled with emotion. "Hurting you?" Andrew asked, ceasing his actions. "No man, God, no, fuck, feels, I don't know," Phillip gasped. Andrew then squirted a generous amount of lotion into the palm of his hand and coated his cock. Blood was thumping, hammering in his ears. His cock throbbed with anticipation as he lined it up with Phillip's greasy anus. "Ugh, aw, wait, wait man," Phillip gasped as Andrew's cockhead bumped into Phillip's hole. The feeling of his cock pressing into Phillip's anus was overwhelming to Andrew. He'd never imagined his first time having sex would be with another guy, but his cock did not seem to mind as he pushed hard against Phillip's squirming, protesting hole. "Come on, man, huh?" Phillip whined as the blunt head pushed into his struggling hole. Andrew did pause, his cockhead just inside of Phillip's anus. He could feel the muscles straining, squeezing, trying desperately to expel his cock. "God, man, should see this, huh?" Andrew groaned. "Beautiful." "Yeah?" Phillip whimpered and pushed back a few millimeters. "Uh huh," Andrew agreed. "Ugh, aw God damn it, God damn it," Phillip whined as Andrew's cockhead popped past his sphincter. "Ugh! Oh God," Andrew agreed as Phillip's rectal muscles squeezed and pulsed along his cockhead. "I'm a pussy," Phillip whimpered, shaking with the pleasure that began to travel along his spine. Andrew grunted in surprise as Phillip pushed himself back, fully imbedding Andrew's cock in his tight hole. "Fuck yes," Phillip keened and began jacking his cock furiously. "Ugh!" Andrew grunted as Phillip's rectal muscles squeezed his entire cock. "Aw, God yes," Phillip shuddered and began to spurt his semen into his hand. "Fuck me, come on Andrew, fuck me." "Shush, dude, huh?" Andrew hissed, but did begin to push in and out of Phillip's tight hole. Phillip licked his hand clean, then pushed back to meet Andrew's forward thrusts. He groaned aloud when Andrew stiffened, then began to spurt heavily into Phillip's bowels. Andrew almost screamed in disgust when he pulled his soiled cock from Phillip's hole. He quickly grabbed his shower kit and gingerly wrapped his robe around himself. Then, holding the robe away from his crotch, Andrew quickly made his way to the communal showers. A moment later, Phillip also entered the communal bathroom and took the stall next to Andrew. The two did not speak, just lathered themselves up and rinsed off. Re-entering the room, the silent roommates shrugged out of their robes and lay down on their cots. Andrew stared up at the ceiling for several moments. "Rock paper scissors?" Phillip said in the semi-darkness. Andrew felt his cock begin to swell. He rolled over at stared at Phillip, the small clip on lamp of Phillip's bunk providing the only light. "What are we playing for?" Andrew asked. "Loser gets fucked," Phillip suggested. Andrew's cock was again at full mast. He sat up and put his feet on the floor. "Ready, set, rock paper scissors," he said, deciding to do paper. "Shit!" Phillip giggled as he had rock. Phillip drew his knees up to his chest as Andrew grabbed the bottle of lotion. First, Andrew coated two fingers and fucked Phillip's hole with the greased fingers. After a few minutes, he lubricated his cock and pushed his cock into Phillip's hole. "We fucked like that all the way up until mid-terms," Andrew said as the waiter cleared away their soup bowls. Chilandra sat, mouth open in genuine shock. This gorgeous, virile man, the very picture of Adonis had just admitted to being in a homosexual relationship. "Tell her about El Vaquero," Brianna giggled. "Phillip left after mid-terms were over, went home to Louisiana, Shreveport I think, never came back," Andrew said, nodding as the waiter refilled their water glasses. Guy two rooms down had just tried out to be a dancer at El Vaquero, told me I ought to try out." "You mean, El Va QUEER o," Brianna smirked. "Not all dancers are gay, Brianna," Andrew smiled. "You ought to know that, huh?" ""Uh, big difference between male dancers and female dancers," Brianna smiled. But El Vaquero did have several handsome, well-built young men. Andrew found a few that were open to the idea of having their cocks sucked. He found a few that were not opposed to having their holes filled with his thick cock. "Bachelorette party tonight, guys," Johnny, the floor manager called out. "Need three work the back room. Um, Martinez, uh, Andy, sorry, Andrew, you ever do a bachelorette party? No? Andrew, and uh, Jeff, when's last time you worked one? And Jeff. Okay, have fun guys." The girls were drunk, rowdy, and rude. But Andrew had his first taste of pussy that night. And accepted an invitation from a forty seven year old divorcee, the aunt of the groom. She taught him how to eat pussy, taught him how to fuck a woman, and in the morning, showed Andrew how to make love with a woman. . . . \>\>\> . . . "Couple of months later, I graduated from Connelly, passed my bar, and here we are," Andrew smiled. "Got hired on at Perkins, Goldbloom and Lee," Brianna said. "The ones got the top four floors?" Chilandra asked. "Top THREE. Don't make him feel more important than he already does, huh?" Brianna giggled, happily rubbing Chilandra's thigh. She then paused. She gave Chilandra's thigh a small squeeze. "How you get it so soft?" Brianna asked the now flushed Chilandra. "I uh, we sell this depilatory foam," Chilandra said, voice slightly strained. "That work on coochies?" Brianna asked as their entrees were placed in front of them. "I uh, it's uh, it's not recommended for..." Chilandra murmured. "Andrew, feel how soft her leg is," Brianna ordered. "If SHE says its okay," Andrew said, placing the heavy linen napkin into his lap. "Uumm; Andrew, I know you don't like spicy, but oh my God, every time I get this..." Brianna said. "Brianna, I like, I love spicy food," Andrew smiled. "What I don't like is food so hot it takes the skin off my tongue." "He's such a big baby," Brianna teased. "Here, try this." Chilandra looked up from her dolmas to see Brianna holding out a forkful of her meal. She didn't think, just leaned toward Brianna, mouth open. "Oh!" Chilandra gasped as her mouth exploded into a scorching ball of fire. "Here. Drink the mango; it's got yogurt in it," Andrew counseled, holding out his glass. Chilandra gulped some of his far too sweet beverage. The burning sensation was washed away. "How can you eat that?" Chilandra barked at Brianna. "Stuff 'bout burned my lips off!" "Now, try this," Andrew suggested, holding out a forkful of his own meal. "It's not hot, huh?" Chilandra asked. "Nothing like hers," Andrew stated. He gently cupped her face in his hand, then guided the fork to her open mouth. His fingertips gently grazed along her jaw as he pulled the fork from her lips. "Uumm, now that. That's good," Chilandra agreed. "And that's goat?" "Oh, both of y'all are such big old whiney butts," Brianna smiled, savoring her meal. "Everything? Is good?" their waiter asked. "Everything is good, as always," Andrew complimented the man. "Try dipping it in the dish here," Andrew told Chilandra as she ate the dolmas. "Oh, that's good!" Chilandra agreed. Andrew smiled and patted her on her thigh. Then he did rest his hand on her thigh. "Brianna's right; that is soft," Andrew said and speared another chunk of his goat. "Right? Right?" Brianna said, putting her hand on Chilandra's other thigh. Chilandra nearly choked as both Andrew and Brianna rubbed her thigh, edging the hem of her skirt higher and higher up her legs. Just before she could think to protest, the two pulled their hands from her flesh and resumed eating. It was a bit of a jolt when Chilandra realized that the crotch of her panties was very wet. As she shook the haze from her mind, she wondered, had it been Brianna's first touch of her leg, or Andrew's intimate feeding, or Brianna's intimate sharing of her fiery dish, or the two hands on her legs, edging her skirt hem higher, almost exposing her that had excited her so much? "I uh, so, uh, Brianna, you work at Perkins, Lee and Goldbloom?" Chilandra asked, taking a sip of her water. "Hmm? No, no, I work at Glasspool Dumont," Brianna said. Andrew paid the lunch bill just as Chilandra finished her meal. She smiled up at Andrew when he assisted her out of her chair. Then she stood and waited as Andrew helped Brianna out of her chair. "Thanks, lover," Brianna smiled and kissed Andrew. Brianna put her arm around Chilandra's waist again. Andrew led the way to the door and waved to their waiter. Again, the trio stepped into the Texas heat. "Oh! You, Andrew said something about you should know about dancers?" Chilandra remembered as they hurried across the busy street. "Now that's a long story," Brianna smiled as they walked across the small courtyard in front of 1 Alliance Square. In front of Elegantre, Brianna swiveled to stand in front of Chilandra. She put both arms around Chilandra's waist. "So, what time you get off?" she asked Chilandra. "I uh, supposed be five, but Nat's always late and five o'clock? Vickie's already out the door," Chilandra said. "We'll pick you up at quarter after, okay?" Brianna said. "Uh, Brianna, supposed she's sick of us, thinks you a big old butt hole?" Andrew asked, smiling. "Oh, she thinks YOU a big old butt hole, but she likes me just fine," Brianna informed him. "Pick you up quarter after; you like Stone Grill?" "I uh, I've never been," Chilandra said. "Tony, hi, Andrew Walker here," Andrew spoke into his cell phone. "Listen, hmm, six o'clock? A table for three? Tony, you're the best." "Yay," Brianna enthused and kissed Chilandra directly on the lips. "Oh! That foam!" Brianna remembered and followed Chilandra into the cosmetic shop. Andrew came in and smiled as Brianna read the bottle of depilatory lotion that Chilandra pointed out. While Chilandra went into the stockroom to clock in, Brianna also read the bottle of depilatory foam. "Sweetheart, this is for men," Brianna said, picking up a can of shave foam. "I can ring you up, if you're ready," Vickie said, hoping to make the commission. Also, stealing a sale from the stuck-up Chilandra would give her something to gloat about. She repeated the offer, but Brianna held up a hand. "I'll take it," Chilandra smirked at Vickie. She rapidly entered her employee number into the cash register and rang up the five products that Brianna placed onto the counter. "Thank you, Baby," Brianna sang out as Andrew again placed his credit card onto the counter. "Uh huh. Oh, is that smoke? I think I smell smoke. Brianna, you better run out of here before you see anything else you want," Andrew teased. "Oh, shut up," Brianna laughed. True to her prediction, Vickie was already walking toward the door at four fifty nine, even though Natalie and Samantha were not there yet. Marie assured Chilandra she could handle it, but Chilandra smiled and said she'd stay until one or the other girl did decide to make an appearance. Sammi was only three minutes late, claiming an accident on Heater Drive had forced her to make a long detour around. Chilandra gratefully clocked out and stepped into the Texas evening heat. "Hi!" Brianna bounced up. Brianna was no longer wearing the jeans and boots of earlier. The beauty wore a sleeveless dress in a light pink stretchy material. The hem ended just above her knees, showing off quite shapely calves. Her feet were jammed into strappy sandals with five inch heels. Her long blonde hair was worn loose, reaching down to her ankles. "Andrew's parked right over here," Brianna enthused, putting her arm around Chilandra's waist. Chilandra put her arm around Brianna's slim waist and allowed herself to be guided toward a waiting black SUV. Chilandra could hear the door locks pop as they approached. "Oh, Driver, take us to Stone Grill please," Brianna sang out as she opened the back door of the SUV. "Chilandra was ushered into the rear of the car. Brianna followed and closed the door. "Buckle up," Andrew said as he put the car into gear. "Thinks he's at the Daytona Five Hundred," Brianna laughed, putting her hand on Chilandra's leg. "So how was your day?" Andrew asked Chilandra as he drove. "It was fine. Hmm, probably made about hundred, hundred and twenty five today," Chilandra said. The headrests on both the driver's seat and the front passenger's seat had hooks dangling into the rear of the cab. Chilandra saw a small umbrella dangling on the front passenger's seat. "I HAVE seen y'all before!" she blurted out. "Uh huh," Brianna agreed. "And I told Andrew you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen." "Brianna! How can you say that? I looked like a drowned rat!" Chilandra protested. A sudden rainstorm had popped up. From time to time, the landscape of Oakleaf County would get a spattering, a mild sprinkle of rain. Usually, within five minutes, the minimal droplets have already evaporated. But on occasion, a deluge will strike, often without warning. These deluges will be a steady, hard pounding rain, with sudden gusts of wind. Chilandra assumed that the sudden drops were just the light spattering, but did quicken her step from garage to Elegantre. Halfway there, though, the rain was coming in sheets. Her small umbrella was barely keeping her hair and face dry. And a gust pulled the umbrella inside out. Stepping underneath the overhang, Chilandra felt like crying. She was soaked through to the bone. Her hair hung like a wet blanket. Her makeup was ruined. "That's the end of that umbrella," a deep male voice had commiserated. "Sweetheart, give her yours," a female voice ordered. "Oh no, I couldn't..." Chilandra protested, trying to sluice the water out of her hair. "It's a company umbrella; whole box of them in the closet," the man insisted, pressing a tightly coiled umbrella into Chilandra's hand. Before she could protest again, the two were pushing in to the lobby of the office building. Now, as the coiled umbrella swayed and bobbed, Chilandra remembered meeting these two previously. Brianna's hand rested on Chilandra's thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. "Ask him. I told him you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen," Brianna repeated. Then she pressed her lips to Chilandra's lips. "Uh, tried kiss you before we left the house," Andrew said, pulling up to the restaurant. "And all I got was 'No! Going mess up my makeup!'" "Uh huh," Brianna laughed as Andrew hit the door locks. "There's two in the back," Andrew said to the valet. "Let them out, leave them in there, it's your call, dude." "Andrew Jerome Walker," Brianna shrilled. "Hmm, sounds like I better let them out, sir," the valet smiled, opening the rear passenger door. "Good to see y'all again." "You too, Freddy. How's it going?" Andrew asked. "One thing I really appreciate about you and Mrs. Walker; y'all remember my name," Freddy said as he assisted Brianna out of the car. "Oh! And who's this y'all got with y'all?" "Freddy, this is Chilandra, my B.F.F," Brianna said. "I am?" Chilandra wondered to herself. "Jim, how are you. Table for three?" Andrew said to the maître-d. "Yes sir, Mr. Walker," Jim said. Again, Chilandra found herself being seated between Brianna and Andrew. And, again, Brianna's hand found its way to Chilandra's leg often. "Oh, yeah, you were a dancer?" Chilandra remembered after they'd placed their order. . . . \>\>\> . . . Brian Glen Peterson and Anna Michelle Peterson moved into 1210 Biggs Avenue in Great Oaks, Texas in June of 1991. The young couple were welcomed to the neighborhood by David and Christy Gilpy, their two year old David Jr. between them In February, 1992, Anna gave birth to Brianna and Brian jokingly told David to keep Junior away from his baby girl. As he said this while the two were at Tijuana Jack's, celebrating the birth over ice cold beers and foul smelling cigars, both men laughed. When David Jr hit the age when girls were no longer 'stupid' and yucky,' there was Brianna, with her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and happy smile. The two would hold hands, proudly declaring to any and all that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. "And we'll have five or six babies, but I'm going get my law degree first," Brianna would tell David, Dave. "Uh huh," Dave would agree. When he graduated from M.A. Fergusen High School, Dave Gilpy went to work for Scandurro Construction. The six foot tall young man soon sported rippling muscles and a golden tan. Brianna's love of Dave grew exponentially when the young man bought a motorcycle. He already had a dirt bike, a Yamaha YZ 125. Brianna even knew how to ride the dirt bike, thrilling in trying to jump as far as she could. But Dave's Kawasaki crotch rocket wasn't a bike. It was a motorcycle. It was loud, fast, and dangerous. June of 2010, Brian proudly walked his baby girl up the aisle where Dave stood waiting. "Wish your momma was around, baby girl," Brian sniffled. "Dad," Brianna said, lips curled down in displeasure. Anna's suicide wasn't mentioned in Brianna's presence. Brianna seemed incapable of forgiving her mother for swallowing a handful of anti-depressants with a fifth of tequila. Dave had grumbled and groaned when Brianna had declared that she would be a virgin on her wedding night. A few times, he'd even gotten a little physical with her when she refused to surrender her virginity. Threats of telling her father usually brought an end to his demands. Brianna had wanted to honeymoon in Hawaii. Dave wanted to honeymoon in the Smoky Mountains. Brianna had joked that he could honeymoon in Tennessee and she would honeymoon in Hawaii. The sleeve of her wedding dress covered the light bruise where an angered Dave had gripped Brianna's arm until she agreed that they'd honeymoon in Tennessee. Their first night, in their Houston hotel room, Dave ripped the blouse of Brianna's outfit, mauled her heavy breasts, and then busted the snap on her skirt. He got a knee to his hanging balls. As he lay, grunting and moaning, Brianna advised him that she was his wife, not a whore. August of 2010, Brianna asked Dave where their marriage certificate was. Dave looked up from Wheel Of Fortune, frowning. "What? Why? We're legal," Dave asked. "Yeah, I know; remember? I was there?" Brianna laughed from her perch at the kitchen table. "No, no, I found out, if we present our marriage license to Connelly, we can get a dorm room for two hundred a month. That would save us four fifty a month." "Connelly? What? I'm not going to Connelly," Dave said. "Uh, no? I am?" Brianna said. "Remember? What have I wanted be all my life?" "A nagging bitch? A pain in the ass?" Dave joked. "Well, yeah, but with a law degree, I'll get paid to be a bitch," Brianna smiled. "Uh, you ain't going to college," Dave said. "Uh, yeah I am," Brianna said. "Uh, no, you ain't. No wife of mine..." Dave snarled, punching Brianna in the face. "Aw baby, baby, see what you made me do?" Dave sobbed, holding Brianna. "Baby, Dave, please get me some ice," Brianna whimpered, seeing double. Dave hurried to put some ice into a dishtowel. Brianna held the improvised ice pack to her forehead. She mutely nodded as Dave sobbed his apologies. Finally, she wobbled to her feet and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was the one room Dave would not follow Brianna. Bodily functions made him queasy; Brianna had to run the fan and douse the area with disinfection spray whenever she used the small bathroom of their apartment. "Nine one one, what is your emergency?" the operator asked. "My husband beat me; I'm having trouble seeing," Brianna whispered, hoping the bathroom fan would drown out Dave's ability to hear her. "Ma'am? Where are you? Are you safe now?" the operator asked, tracking Brianna's address through Brianna's cell phone. "As long as I'm in the bathroom, I'm safe," Brianna whispered. "But please hurry; I don't know how long I can stay awake." Theresa White, Brianna's attorney, served Dave Gilpy with a restraining order when he attempted to enter Lowridge Hospital. After attacking the attorney, in plain view of two uniformed police officers, Dave Gilpy spent a second night as a guest of the local police department. . . . \<\<\< . . . "Getting the marriage annulled was a piece of cake," Brianna told Chilandra as their wine glasses were refilled. "The basil salad here is to die for," Andrew said. Of course, after I had their precious baby boy arrested over such a minor little understanding, Mr. David and Miss Christy, people that were like second parents to me? Want nothing do with me," Brianna said. "Damn," Chilandra said, horrified. "Thank God was able to get into the dorm; they'd been completely full up, but a last minute cancellation and I'm in," Brianna said. "And my roommate's this gorgeous red head. I've even thought of dying mine red." "Don't," both Andrew and Chilandra said. . . . \>\>\> . . . April Edwards was a stunning red headed girl. She had a shy smile and a long, narrow face covered by a multitude of freckles. But the five foot, seven inch girl had 34DD breasts with large pale pink areolae, a twenty six inch waist and thirty four inch hips. Her bubble butt begged to be squeezed, slapped. She was a shy girl, until she got to know the person. Then, it was hard to shut her up. "Brianna, ain't never going believe this," April enthused when Brianna came into the small room midway through their first semester. "Probably right so tell me," Brianna said, a headache making it hard to tolerate April's voice. "This guy? Comes up to me, tells me body like mine ought to be a dancer at that Tijuana Jack place," April whispered. "And?" Brianna asked. "I'm going there Friday!" April enthused. "One girl told me? Makes six, seven hundred dollars a night, can you believe?" Within three weeks, April had expanded her nights from Friday and Saturday to include Wednesday and Thursday as well. Her battered, frayed book bag was replaced with a leather bag. Her jeans and blouses gave way to stylish clothing, name brand pumps replaced the flip flops. "Damn, April, how much you making?" Brianna asked as April showed her a new laptop computer. "Hmm, depends. I mean, Wednesdays? Only about five, maybe six hundred. Thursdays? We got the Thursday night football game on, made almost eight hundred," April mused. "And I'm eating cafeteria food?" Brianna asked as April told her about having lunch at Bully Burger. A few nights before Brianna was able to work up the courage to go with April to audition, Ms. Christy called Brianna. Seeing the woman's phone number, Brianna was naturally curious. "Hello?" she asked. "Well, I hope you're happy, you little whore. 'Virgin until my wedding night' my ass. Unless you were fucking around after y'all got married," the woman hissed hatefully. "Ms. Christy, what are you talking about? Ask Dave; I was a virgin," Brianna protested. "And as for me..." "Then where did he get Chlamydia, huh? And gonorrhea?" Ms. Christy shrilled. So Brianna did not audition at Tijuana Jack until after her second semester had begun, after the clinic on Banks Street had given her a clean bill of health. She returned to dormitory life, rooming this time with Maria Sanchez. April had moved off-campus, into an apartment that overlooked Oxbow Lake. Maria was neither friendly nor unfriendly. She was there on a partial scholarship and immersed herself in her studies. She didn't even look up when Brianna carefully selected an outfit to wear to Tijuana Jack, to audition. "All right, sweetie, let's see what you got," Rhonda Burkeholder demanded, cigarette dangling from her leathery lips. "Uh, want me dance, or just want me drop my clothes?" Brianna asked, the woman's hungry eyes making her nervous. The woman's office was small, cramped with a couch, a desk, and a battered old office chair. "I got a twenty dollar bill in my pocket. Want that twenty dollar bill? Make me horny enough give you that twenty dollars, sister," Rhonda said, stubbing out her cigarette. Music was pumping into the small office. Onstage a petite Asian girl was hugging the brass pole on the center of the stage, rubbing her crotch up and down the pole, smiling vacantly. Brianna waited until the song finished, then started to gyrate as the next song started. "Uh huh. Cute. Cute. But Uh Honey? Ain't here see cute? Here to see naughty, nasty, here to see fuckable," Rhonda said, lighting another cigarette. Brianna smiled and started to show the woman fuckable. She started to show the woman nasty, sweaty, sleazy, back alley fuckable. "Ooh, and carpet matches the drapes. Sweet," Rhonda said, pulling the twenty dollar bill out of her pocket. "Here you go, Honey. Have your ass here, hmm, seven o'clock Thursday, all right? And have about five maybe six changes of outfits, hear?" April squealed happily when Brianna showed up for her first night's work. A few of the other girls either ignored Brianna, or glared at the newcomer. "Hey, missed your Algebra test yesterday," Brianna said after April introduced Brianna to the other girls. "Shit!" April laughed. "Baby, making two, three thousand a week here. Bust my ass four years, get a piece of paper and spend rest of my life working for chicken shit? Dropped out Monday." Even as April smiled, even as April expressed joy at seeing her former roommate, her friend, Brianna could see a hardness in the girl's eyes. "Give a warm Tijuana Jack welcome to Jezebel," the DJ called out. "Oops, that's me," April said. "What name did you give Benny?" "I uh, I didn't," Brianna admitted. "What's wrong with Brianna?" Brianna asked no one in particular. "Shit, girl, kind of freaks this place gets?" another girl said. "Really want them knowing your real name?" Brianna peeked through a small gap in the curtain, watching her friend dance. As she watched, she tried to think of a name. Then she smiled. "Hey," Brianna said to the Asian girl that was about to go out. "Tell Benny my name is Christy." 'Christy' made nearly seven hundred dollars her first night. Friday and Saturday she made even more. She had to give Dave credit for teaching her how to give a good hand job; it was the one form of sexual release she did afford him while they were dating. As a result of her perfect, slow, deliberate hand jobs, 'Christy' was sought out for private dances in the Tequila Rooms of Tijuana Jack. . . . \<\<\< . . . Chilandra looked up from her lap as Brianna removed her warm hand from Chilandra's upper thigh. She looked over has their steaks were placed in front of them. Brianna and Andrew cut a sizable chunk from their New York strips and nodded at the color. Then, both nodded with approval as they tasted the succulent meat. "Ma'am?" the waiter asked Chilandra. "It's good," Chilandra agreed, tasting her petite filet mignon. Brianna did not put her hand on Chilandra's leg as she concentrated on eating her meal. Chilandra pulled the hem of her dress down, covering herself to mid-thigh. "What um, what did your Daddy think of you um, dancing?" Chilandra asked, also trying her fully loaded baked potato. "He uh, well, he'd taken Dave's side in the annulment," Brianna said. "Said everyone makes mistakes, everyone deserves second chances, ought to grow up, real world's tough, need to give Dave another chance." "You are joking," Chilandra gasped. "So, haven't seen him since," Brianna said, nodding with approval as she tasted her roasted tomatoes. "Sent him an invitation to our wedding," Andrew said. "Sent it back saying he'd already been to my one real wedding," Brianna said. "Oh, Brianna!" Chilandra said, placing her hand on Brianna's thigh. Brianna looked down at the small hand on her thigh. She placed her own small hand on Chilandra's hand, pressing it into her flesh. Then with a squeeze, she let go of Chilandra's hand. "Everything is good?" the waiter asked, refilling Andrew's water glass. "Well, I'm just about done, Brianna's just about done, Chilandra's just about done, none of us are rolling on the floor screaming in agony, you tell me," Andrew smiled. "A simple 'yes' or 'no' would do, Mr. Walker," the waiter smiled. "It's wonderful," Chilandra told the handsome young man. "Thank you, ma'am," the waiter smiled. Because Brianna and Andrew insisted on ordering dessert, Chilandra gave in to her passion and ordered the Chocolate Decadence cake and a cup of fresh ground coffee. Between the clearing away of their dinner plates and the pouring of their coffee, Brianna's hand had again found its way to Chilandra's thigh. Just as Brianna had done, Chilandra grasped Brianna's hand and squeezed it. The two girls shared a smile. "You do realize, you'll never be able eat another chocolate cake without comparing it to this one, right?" Andrew asked as their desserts were placed in front of them. "uuum, oh my God," Chilandra agreed, tasting a small morsel of the rich dessert. "Ruins you for anything else?" Brianna asked. "Just about," Chilandra sighed. "So," Brianna asked as Freddy closed the rear door of the SUV. "Take you home, or..." "I uh, my car's at..." Chilandra stammered as Brianna's left hand rested on her right thigh, Brianna's right hand gently tracing along Chilandra's throat. Chilandra reached down and grabbed Brianna's left hand, which was slowly making its way up underneath the hem of the pleated skirt. She smiled at Brianna, cheeks flushed. "You are making it impossible to think," Chilandra accused the beautiful blonde. Brianna leaned over and pressed her open mouth to Chilandra's mouth. Her tongue gently traced around Chilandra's pouting lips. "You make it impossible think too," Brianna accused, then kissed Chilandra again. "Ladies, I've only got about ninety miles worth of gas here; tell me where," Andrew called out. "Her car's at, where's your car?" Brianna said, fingertips gently grazing the wet crotch of Chilandra's panties. "Garage. Behind One Alliance Square," Chilandra gasped out. Brianna again traced gently along Chilandra's neck and throat, then gently unbuttoned the first button of Chilandra's blouse. She bent and kissed Chilandra's mouth, slowly working her tongue into Chilandra's mouth. Chilandra put her arms around Brianna and their kiss grew in intensity. Brianna unbuttoned another button on Chilandra's blouse and gently raked her fingernails along the tops of Chilandra's breasts. "Uuum," Chilandra moaned into Brianna's mouth. The clanking of the grate at the front of the garage alerted the two women that they'd arrived at the garage. "What level?" Andrew asked. "Um, damn, um, oh level four," Chilandra stammered, looking around. At the fourth level, she directed them to the 2002 Volkswagen Beetle. Brianna squealed, saying that it was the cutest little car. "Uh huh, it's precious," Andrew lisped, pulling up next to the car. Andrew hit the door locks. Brianna opened her door, pulling Chilandra out on her side. Feet now on the concrete floor, Brianna faced the still flustered Chilandra and hugged her. Then she kissed Chilandra on her lips. "You work tomorrow?" Brianna asked. "Uh, no, closed on Sundays," Chilandra admitted. "Ooh, then, want to come over?" Brianna husked, left hand dropping to Chilandra's rounded buttock. "Brianna, maybe she's had enough of you, huh?" Andrew smiled from behind Chilandra. "Now, how could anyone have enough of me?" Brianna asked playfully. "Yeah. How could anyone have enough of her?" Chilandra agreed, smiling over her shoulder at Andrew. "So, I'll ride with Chilandra; we'll meet you at home, okay?" Brianna said, taking her left hand from Chilandra's buttock and holding her arm out for Andrew. Andrew stepped in, putting his right arm around his wife's waist. His left arm went around Chilandra's waist, resting on top of Brianna's other arm. "Be careful," both Brianna and Andrew said to the other. They kissed deeply, tongues tasting each other's mouths. Then Andrew pulled to move out of the embrace. "Uh, ahem?" Brianna said, clinging tightly to Andrew. "Uh, ahem?" Andrew asked. "Uh, Chilandra doesn't get a kiss?" Brianna asked. "Yeah, I got bad breath or something?" Chilandra asked. She didn't know why she'd said this. Chilandra didn't know why she felt so drawn to Brianna even if the woman was vivacious, bubbly, intelligent, frankly open about herself. Andrew, Brianna's husband had given Chilandra the perfect escape; Chilandra could have claimed fatigue as it had been a long day for her. Instead, Chilandra had clung to Brianna, feeling excited, even playful in Brianna's embrace. She was very attracted to Andrew; he was a blond god with his blond hair, strong face, muscled body. She could also see a sizeable lump in the front of his khaki trousers. Andrew smiled, bent and pressed his lips to Chilandra's pouting mouth. "Mm-hmm," Chilandra moaned as Andrew thrust his tongue into her mouth. Brianna's right hand rubbed up and down Chilandra's back. Chilandra dropped her left hand down slightly, from Brianna's slim waist to Brianna's sweetly rounded buttock. She even gave the smooth hillock of flesh a small squeeze while passionately kissing the other woman's husband. "Be careful," both Brianna and Andrew again told the other. "Oh," Chilandra let out a small moan as she and Brianna released Andrew from their embrace. In her car, Chilandra called her mother, to let her know she would be going to Brianna's house. "So, Miss I get to eat at Stone Grill, what time you think you'll be home?" her mother lightly teased. "I uh, I really don't know," Chilandra admitted. "Don't work tomorrow, so... Might even just stay over." "I know this Brianna girl?" her mother asked. "No, not really," Chilandra admitted. Brianna took the phone from Chilandra and gave Mrs. Childress her telephone number and her address. She laughed and promised Mrs. Childress she'd make sure Chilandra brushed her teeth before going to bed. "Simpson Way? Where's Simpson Way?" Chilandra asked, following Andrew's SUV around the parking garage's slope. "Oakleaf, west side, just before you get to the airport," Brianna said, smiling as her husband was having a conversation with the ticket booth operator. "By the... You serious?" Chilandra asked, mouth open. She vaguely knew the area; at Halloween, those in the know descended on the upscale neighborhood for the good candy. At Christmas time, it was common to see caravans of cars slowly driving around, gawking at the elaborate displays. "Uh huh," Brianna shrugged. "Andrew bought it about a year before I interned at Perkins." "I thought you worked at that, uh, Glasspool and Dumont?" Chilandra said. "I do. There's a stupid clause against spouses working at Perkins, Goldbloom and Lee," Brianna smiled. Chilandra concentrated on following Andrew; she wasn't very familiar with Oakleaf's streets. Next to her, Brianna hummed along with the Carrie Underwood song on the radio. "Oh! At the, uh, Bombay? Andrew said you know not all dancers are gay. What'd he mean?" Chilandra suddenly asked. . . . \>\>\> . . . Roughly two months after Brianna, Christy had been hired to work at Tijuana Jack, Brianna let Rhonda know she'd need to cut back on her hours; mid-term exams were coming up. "Yeah, she still thinks going to school is a great idea," April drawled, rolling her eyes. Rhonda shrugged and hired a new girl. Stephanie Cimo was a short, slightly pudgy brunette with a sweet smile. As usual, the other girls either ignored her, or glared with open hostility. Brianna walked up to the new girl as the girl looked nervously around the backstage area. "Hi, I'm Christy," Brianna said. "I'm Stephanie," the girl smiled, shaking the offered hand. "Stephanie Cimo." "Might want think of a stage name," Brianna said. "Kind of freaks we get here? Really want any of them knowing your real name?" Stephanie's first dance did not go very well. She was in tears as she came off-stage, clutching the paltry thirty three dollars she'd managed to coax from the slightly bored audience. "Hey, hey, Alexis, no, aw don't, huh?" Brianna soothed, hugging the nude girl. "I mean, I know I'm not that pretty and I'm all fat, but damn!" Stephanie wailed. "Wha-aa-at?" Brianna said. "Girl you crazy too." She sat the sobbing girl down on a stool and put a cup of water into the girl's hand. Gently, she rubbed the nude girl's shoulders and back. "You are not fat. By some insane way of measuring? You might have one or two pounds more than they say you should, but you certainly are not fat," Brianna quietly soothed. "And I would kill to have eyes as pretty as yours. And ohmygod, that smile!" "Thanks Christy," Stephanie sniffled. "Christy, you're up," April, the unelected leader of the back room called out. "Actually? It's Brianna," Brianna smiled at Stephanie as their eyes met in the mirror. Christy went out, shimmied and gyrated, peeling down to bra and thong panties. She used her long curtain of blonde hair to hide her body from view. By the third song, she was nude, still utilizing her hair to tease more dollars from the wallets of the men and three very enthusiastic women that crowded the stage area. "Wow, Chri... Brianna, you're great at that!" Stephanie gushed when Brianna came off the stage. "What do you have that none of the others here have?" Brianna coached as Stephanie prepared to go back out, to try again. "I don't know," Stephanie said, a tinge of fear creeping into her voice. "I mean, I got this hair. You saw how I used it, right?" Brianna went on. She softly touched Stephanie's lips with her finger. The two girls smiled at each other. "There you go!" Brianna enthused. "That! That sweet, innocent smile. And those guys out there? They'd love to take that innocent smile and turn it into a nasty, bad girl smile. Smile Baby, smile." One man must have been thinking just that; he peeled a hundred dollar bill from his clip and smiled as Stephanie, Alexis's eyes went wide. "God, Brianna!" Stephanie squealed when she came off-stage, clutching money and clothing. She then kissed Brianna directly on her lips. Brianna jerked back, surprised. Then as Stephanie's eyes filled with tears, stung by the perceived rejection, Brianna leaned forward and returned Stephanie's kiss. "Hey you two, get a room, huh?" Jamie called out. "Jealous, Jasmine?" Brianna teased, calling the Asian girl by her stage name. "Oh, you bitch!" Jamie giggled, playfully pinching Brianna's buttock as she walked past. "Hey, uh, Alex, sorry, Alexis, guy wants you in Tequila Room uh, two," Rhonda called out. "First thing you do? Find out if he's a cop or not," Brianna said. "He says anything but 'yes' or no' you don't do anything." "And nothing bareback," Jamie said, reapplying her lipstick. "I love that color on you," Brianna told the Asian girl. "Know, Christy? I'm trying really hard to hate you. Quit fucking that up, huh?" Jamie smiled. "Oh, so sorry," Brianna said, preparing to go back on. "Five hundred bucks!" Stephanie whispered as Rhonda let the girls out through the rear door of the bar. "Shh! Damn, Steph, not so loud!" Brianna whispered. She paused by Stephanie's car. Stephanie leaned her buttocks against the car. "No one here needs know how much you make," Brianna instructed. "Thanks Chri... Brianna," Stephanie said and kissed Brianna on her lips. "Damn, what I tell you two?" Jamie called out as she unlocked her own car. "Get a room, huh?" "Mmph!" Brianna jerked back as Stephanie's tongue entered her mouth, Stephanie's hand cupped Brianna's left buttock. Because of the exams, it was two days before Brianna and Stephanie worked together. In between onstage and Tequila Room appearances, Brianna told the much more relaxed girl that she'd finished her exams and was sure she'd aced them. Stephanie smiled happily and hugged Brianna. "So, want come over and celebrate?" Stephanie asked, still holding Brianna tightly. "I, my ex-boyfriend? Left like a half a baggie of some killer weed at my place." "Oh, damn, thanks, Steph, but I cannot stand the stuff," Brianna admitted. "Never get fucked up, just get an insane headache." "Oh. I uh, well, I got some rum," Stephanie offered. "Now we're talking," Brianna said. After another successful night of dancing, Brianna followed Steph to a tiny one room apartment. As she locked her car, Brianna kept an eye on her surroundings. She also kept her left hand in her purse, securely gripping her .38 snub-nose. Stephanie's apartment was a ten by twelve room. She had a mattress lying on the floor, a television set sitting on top of a cardboard box, and a hot plate and microwave oven. Looking around, Brianna thought that her dormitory room was actually more spacious. "I uh, I got apple juice, uh, oh, some seven-up, and uh, diet coke," Stephanie said, swinging open the door of the small refrigerator that doubled as a table top for her alarm clock. "How much you pay for this place?" Brianna asked, finally deciding to just flop onto the unmade mattress. "Four hundred a month," Stephanie said, pouring a generous amount of rum into two glasses. "Why I need to dance. Asshole boyfriend ran off with all our money." "He still got a key? What's stopping him from stopping by, helping himself to your money?" Brianna asked, accepting the tall glass of rum and diet coke. Stephanie's eyes went wide. She dashed into a room that Brianna assumed was the bathroom. A moment later, she reappeared, a thick wad of bills in her hand. "No, asshole ain't been by," Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. Just to be double-sure, though, Stephanie hooked the flimsy hook and eyebolt security mechanism on the door. She then disappeared in the bathroom again. A moment later, Stephanie flopped down next to Brianna. For a moment, the two quietly sipped their far too strong drinks. "Know, first night there? Was scared out of my mind," Stephanie quietly said. "We all are," Brianna commiserated. "Just takes just getting out there, getting it over with." "And all them other girls? Jesus! What a bunch of bitches, huh?" Stephanie said, hand now resting on Brianna's bare thigh. "Blame them?" Brianna smiled. "They got rent to pay too and there's this really cute girl there probably make all the money." "I'm not that cute," Stephanie said. "You're right," Brianna said. "You're gorgeous." "Oh. What. Ever," Stephanie said, tracing a pattern on Brianna's upper thigh. "You're the gorgeous one. And ohmygod, sexy?" Then Stephanie leaned over and kissed Brianna's lips softly. Brianna had anticipated this; Stephanie's hand was getting closer and closer to the crotch of her Daisy Duke shorts. The two girls kissed, open mouth to open mouth. Then Stephanie's tongue slid into Brianna's mouth as her hand began trailing up and down Brianna's denim covered crotch. Brianna put her nearly empty glass onto the floor and returned Stephanie's kiss with fervor. Her hand came up and gently cupped Stephanie's breast. Stephanie had a 36C chest, but each breast was capped by dark pink areolae, each were larger than a silver dollar. The nipples themselves were thick thimble sized points. Brianna could feel that both nipples were hard bullets in Stephanie's blouse. Dave had liked for Brianna to rub her fingers up and down her wet pussy, then suck her fingers clean of her excitement. Brianna knew that her pussy had a heady musky scent, a slightly sweaty taste. She imagined that, after a night of dancing, a night of stroking three old men's cocks to climax in the Tequila Rooms of Tijuana Jack's, her pussy would have a very heavy aroma and taste. And she was curious to see what another woman, what Stephanie pussy would smells like, feel like, taste like. The girl shaved or waxed her pussy bald, except for a small tuft of hair just above her tight looking slit. Brianna had suggested to Rhonda that she shave her own pussy. Rhonda immediately shot that idea down. "You a natural blonde? Carpet matches the Curtains? Hell no. Let them know its all real," the woman had said, crushing out a cigarette. Stephanie pulled Brianna down to lay next to her. The two girls touched, stroked, kissed one another for several long moments. Finally, Brianna grew impatient and gently pulled Stephanie's blouse up. Stephanie assisted by also shimmying out of her jeans and panties. Brianna then divested herself of her own clothes. "I know, I'm kind of fat," Stephanie whispered as the two nude girls lay on the bed again. "You're perfect," Brianna whispered and kissed the brunette's lips softly. Brianna then gently urged Stephanie to lay on her back. She pushed Stephanie's chubby thighs apart and rolled between the girl's splayed legs. Her blonde pussy rubbed against the smooth mound and both girls groaned lightly. "Mm-hmm," Stephanie grunted as Brianna bent her head and sucked one of Stephanie's nipples into her mouth. Stephanie combed her fingers through Brianna's long hair as Brianna licked and sucked Stephanie's breasts. When Brianna lightly bit down on Stephanie's nipple, Stephanie cried out. Brianna felt a wetness suddenly spray against her blonde thicket. Brianna wiggled down. Stephanie actually put her hands down, trying to prevent Brianna from nipping her slightly soft belly. "Oh, don't," Stephanie complained lightly. "Shush," Brianna ordered. Stephanie's pubic mound was plump. The small tuft of brown hair was a bristly dot that scraped Brianna's lips as she ran them over the small thatch. Stephanie's pussy had a slightly musky, salty aroma. Her mound was slick with her earlier orgasm, her inner lips were beginning to peek through, a darkish pink hue in color. Her taste was of sweat and salt. Brianna used her thumbs to open the girl's pussy, tracing her tongue up and down Stephanie's slit. "Mm, oh, Christy," Stephanie moaned. Brianna did not correct the girl's name confusion. She actually found it amusing. As a nasty slut dancer and a pussy eating tramp, she was Christy. The sweet, innocent eighteen year old Brianna would never dream of shaking her ass in front of strangers, giving strangers hand jobs for money, would never dream of making love with another eighteen year old girl. Nice girls just didn't do that. But that whore, Christy? She would do that. And she'd be proud of what a slut she was. Brianna licked and sucked at Stephanie's pussy for a few moments. Then she located Stephanie's clitoris with her lips. Driving two fingers into Stephanie's pussy, Brianna gave the girl's clitoris a gentle 'brrp' with her lips. Stephanie let out a shriek and wet Brianna's face with her ejaculate. Brianna fucked Stephanie's spasming pussy with her two fingers while licking the lips of her orgasmic juices. Swinging her mane of hair to the side, Brianna rose onto her knees, then deftly swung her body around. Stephanie looked up at Brianna's blonde pussy as Brianna straddled her head. Stephanie murmured that she'd never done this before. Brianna did not respond, just began to lick and suck at Stephanie's pussy again. Stephanie mirrored Brianna's movements and soon Brought Brianna to orgasm. Then the two girls continued to lick and finger each other through two more orgasms. "Stay the night?" Stephanie begged. "Shit, too drunk go home," Brianna agreed. "Wow, Christy, I've never, I mean, I thought about it, but I've never," Stephanie confessed as they settled down, sharing the single pillow on the bed. "Me either," Brianna admitted and kissed Stephanie's soft lips. . . . \<\<\< . . . Chilandra followed Andrew as he slowed. A garage door slid up and Andrew drove into the open bay. Chilandra parked on the driveway and turned the small car off. She then hit the door lock. "And, uh hang on. Stephanie? Stephanie Cimo?" Chilandra said as she and Brianna walked toward the smiling Andrew. "Uh huh," Brianna said, kissing Andrew. "Brown hair? Just below her shoulders?" Chilandra demanded, stepping up as both Andrew and Brianna held their arms open for her. "Uh huh, really sweet smile," Brianna agreed. "A little on the submissive side?" "O. M. G; she works with me!" Chilandra squealed as the garage door slid down. "No kidding! I always wondered where she went after Tijuana Jack's," Brianna said as Andrew punched a code into a keypad by the garage's interior door. "Never even knew she'd worked at Tijuana Jack's," Chilandra said and followed the couple into the kitchen of the home. The kitchen was a wide expanse of granite counters and stainless steel appliances. Cooking was not a strong suit of hers, but Chilandra did admire the copper pots and pans that hung from the ceiling. "So, who's the cook?" Chilandra asked, also seeing the extensive knife selection in the butcher block display. "Andrew," Brianna said. "Brianna," Andrew said. They left the gleaming kitchen and entered a living room. To their left was a formal dining room and beyond the dining room, Chilandra could see floor to ceiling drapery, most likely leading to the back yard of the home. The living room had luxurious beige carpet and rich hunter green colored leather furniture. Behind the couch, a framed desert landscape hung. The painting was rich reds and yellows and oranges. "That's a Philip Gernazzo," Brianna said. "Total wastoid stoner from New Orleans, but an extremely talented artist," Andrew said. Across from couch and recliner was a large television set attached to the wall. The remote control sat casually on the small leather loveseat that was against the front window. Just beyond the loveseat was the front door of the home. "And here's our man's man-cave," Brianna teased lightly, turning a light on just inside a door just past the dining room, to the left of the living room. The walls were paneled in dark wood. There was a large wet bar against the far wall, with a smoked glass mirror hanging behind that. Three cast iron stools sat in front of the bar. There was a billiards table in the center of the room and there were four video game consoles against the wall. "Not much of a man-cave; my wife spends just as much time in here as I do," Andrew teased lightly, hugging one arm around his wife's waist. They continued past the stairs to another door to the left. Again, Brianna put an arm around Chilandra's waist. "And what power couple would be complete without a home gym?" Andrew asked, turning on the light. "Oh! I seen those on TV. They work?" Chilandra asked, seeing aBowflex ™ exercise machine. There was also a weight bench with free weights attached to a bar. A few other free weights were at the ready on a stand. "You tell me," Andrew smiled, giving an exaggerated pose. "You tell me," Brianna said, also giving an exaggerated pose. "Hmm," Chilandra teased, lightly pinching Andrew's bicep. They travelled up the stairs, Brianna leading and Andrew bringing up the rear. "Home office; couch gets more use than the chairs do," Brianna said, turning on a light. There were two desks pushed to face one another and two leather chairs. The leather couch sat behind the second desk. Three of the walls, the walls not occupied by the couch had floor to ceiling bookshelves. Each shelf was crammed with large books. Guest room. Can't tell you last time we had a guest," Brianna said, turning on a light to a room with large four poster bed, chest of drawers and armoire. "Uh, what am I?" Chilandra asked, smiling. "Like we'd make you stay in the guest room," Brianna smiled and kissed Chilandra. "Master bedroom," Andrew said. "Mistress Bedroom," Brianna countered as she and Chilandra entered the master bedroom. There was a large bed, larger than any bed Chilandra had ever seen before. There were three sets of pillows on the bed against the large headboard. "Biggest bed we could find," Brianna said, smiling. "And yet we both sleep right up against this edge," Andrew said. "Well, it's the closest to the bathroom," Brianna defended. "And speaking of bathroom," Andrew said, turning on another light. There was a large whirlpool tub just inside the door. Next to the whirlpool tub was a glass enclosed shower stall. Chilandra could see a padded bench inside of the stall, could see four shower heads sticking out of the four corners of the stall. Beyond the shower stall was a commode. To her right was a long counter. At each end of the light marble counter were two sinks. On the expanse of counter, between the two sinks, Chilandra could see the Elegantre bags. "Closet," Brianna said, opening a door to the left of the commode. "Oh my goodness," Chilandra said, looking around at the large closet. "Place is bigger than my bedroom!" "Been meaning put a bed in here," Andrew smiled. "Shut up, you have not," Brianna laughed as they trooped out of the bathroom, through the master bedroom to the stairs again. "What's that room?" Chilandra asked, pointing at a third door. "That's uh, that's nothing," Brianna said, a sad look flashing over her beautiful face. "And on the third floor, we've got three more guest bedrooms; one of them? Is really just a storage closet for all our Holiday decorations," Andrew said. "Should see what we do on Christmas," Brianna said. "And Halloween, and Valentine's Day," Andrew said. "And fourth of July," Brianna said. Chilandra looked again at the third door, then followed her hosts down the stairs again. "Beat you at pool," Brianna whooped, going into the man-cave. "Probably. I suck at it," Chilandra agreed. "Okay, lowest goes first, second lowest goes second, third lowest goes third," Brianna declared as Andrew quickly, efficiently racked the balls. Briana found the small bottle and shook it, then she rolled a 'seven' onto the rich green felt. Chilandra rolled an eleven, and Andrew rolled a two. Brianna gave a loud 'boo!' at this and Andrew smiled. "Okay, so what are we doing?" Chilandra asked as Andrew prepared to break the fifteen balls apart. "Okay, Andrew's one through five. You're eleven through fifteen," Brianna explained. "Andrew's trying to get six through ten, or eleven through fifteen into the pockets. I'm trying get one through five, or eleven through fifteen off the table. You're trying to get one through five or six through ten off the table. Last person with any of their balls still on the table wins." "Oh," Chilandra said. "Hey!" Brianna complained when Andrew's break caused her nine to roll lazily into the corner pocket. "Sucks to be you, Sweetheart," Andrew smiled. "Look were your six is." "Andrew!" Brianna stomped her foot when he smacked the six into the side pocket. "Hmm," Andrew said, eyeing the twelve. "Want something to drink?" Brianna asked as Andrew lined up his shot. "What you, know what? I like gin. You got gin?" Chilandra asked as Andrew did knock the twelve into the pocket. "Hah! Andrew, fix Chilandra a gin and Rose's®," Brianna ordered as the cue ball also went into the pocket. "And you want one?" Andrew asked, stepping behind the bar. "Rum," Brianna said and savagely knocked the two ball into the corner. "And your one ball..." Andrew quickly made Chilandra a gin gimlet with a twist of lime. Then he made Brianna's rum and cola, also garnishing the tall glass with a twist. "Sorry, Chilandra," Brianna sang out as she knocked the fifteen into another corner pocket. "Looks like we're going be here a while," Andrew said, sitting in the stool to Chilandra's left. "Uh huh," Chilandra said, gently kissing Andrew's lips. She had no idea what had possessed her to kiss the handsome man. Chilandra had no thought process; she just leaned over and pressed her lips to his. Her small hand rubbed his muscled chest through his dress shirt, felt his powerful muscles. "Damn it!" Brianna said. "Missed." "Hmm, and..." Chilandra said, pulling her lips from Andrew's lips. She did manage to hit Brianna's eight ball in, but missed Andrew's five. "Saw you kissing my man," Brianna playfully accused as Chilandra approached the bar. "Uh huh," Chilandra giggled. Brianna swiveled her stool around, spread her knees apart and pulled Chilandra to stand between her legs. She then gently pulled Chilandra's head forward. "I'm going have to watch you?" Brianna asked softly, pressing her lips to Chilandra's lips. "Uh huh," Chilandra giggled again and thrust her tongue into Brianna's mouth. Behind her, she could hear the cue ball give a hard knock to another ball. She could hear the ball drop into a pocket. "Brianna, you're up," Andrew said. "Missed the thirteen." "I'll be watching you two," Brianna playfully warned as she slid down from the stool. "Uh huh," Chilandra giggled, stepping slightly aside so that Andrew could sit in the stool vacated by his wife. Andrew did sit in the stool. Chilandra gently urged his legs apart and stepped up. Her warm brown eyes peered into Andrew's blue eyes as she leaned forward. "If I could get to your four, you'd be out of the game," Brianna sang out. "Mm!" Chilandra squealed into Andrew's mouth as his hand teased her nipple through blouse and bra. "Shit!" Brianna laughed as she scratched. "Your turn," Brianna husked into Chilandra's ear, hand rubbing Chilandra's buttocks. "Aw, Andrew, you're out," Chilandra giggled. "Aw," Andrew agreed as he and Brianna kissed. Chilandra missed her next shot and looked up from the table in time to see Brianna's dress slid from Brianna's hips to puddle on the floor around Brianna's high heeled sandals. Brianna's long blonde hair hid much of her back and buttocks from view, but it was still an entrancing sight. A strapless bra then fluttered to the floor as Brianna and Andrew kissed. "Uh, your turn," Chilandra said weakly. "And you're out," Brianna teased, pulling out of Andrew's embrace. Chilandra felt her already quite wet pussy squirt into the crotch of her panties when Brianna turned. The woman had large breasts that sagged under their own weight. Her large areolae were crinkled in excitement, her large nipples stuck out. Brianna's belly button was a small dent in her slim belly. Her hips swelled, inviting someone to put their hands on them, pull her against them. Her pussy was smooth, plump. Her pink lips protruded from her plump mound, slick with excitement. Brianna gave Chilandra a quick little peck on the lips as she walked past. Chilandra reached past Andrew and grabbed her gin gimlet. After gulping the drink, she turned to watch Brianna. Her buttocks rested against Andrew's crotch. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her. Chilandra's mouth felt dry as Brianna whipped her long curtain of hair aside as she lined up her shot. Brianna's rounded buttocks stuck out. Chilandra could see the hint of Brianna's light brown rosebud in the deep furrow, could see the pink lips of Brianna's pussy as she bent and drew her cue stick back. Andrew's hands came up and began to unbutton Chilandra's blouse. She'd not buttoned her blouse after Brianna's gentle fingers had undone the second and third button, so Andrew only had two more buttons to go. "And, I win!" Brianna whooped Andrew pulled Chilandra's blouse from her skirt. His fingernails gently raked up and down Chilandra's soft belly. Chilandra let out a soft moan and leaned backward against Andrew. "Is this okay?" Brianna asked softly, her hands also raking gently up and down Chilandra's belly. "Uh huh," Chilandra managed to moan. "You sure?" Brianna asked, easing Chilandra's blouse from her slightly rounded shoulders. "Uh huh," Chilandra agreed as Brianna softly kissed her throat. She shivered as she felt Brianna's warm, wet tongue slide up and down her throat. Andrew unfastened Chilandra's lacy bra. With a wiggle, Chilandra let it fall from her shoulders. "Mm-hmm," Brianna moaned, sucking on Chilandra's bottom lip. "This all right? You okay?" Andrew whispered into Chilandra's ear as his fingers ran along the waistband of her pleated skirt. "Yes, God yes," Chilandra hissed as Brianna's mouth encircled one of her hard nipples. Her skirt fluttered to the floor, leaving her in just cotton bikini briefs and high heeled pumps. She bit back a scream as Andrew's hot mouth gently bit down on her left shoulder while his wife sucked on her right nipple. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. "Think we can make it to the bedroom?" Andrew asked, fingernails scraping along Chilandra's spine. Chilandra and Brianna kissed deeply, ignoring Andrew's question for the moment. Brianna's hands played with Chilandra's perky breasts and Chilandra 'weighed' Brianna's breasts in her small hands. Their pubic mounds pressed firmly against each other's mounds. Chilandra could feel her light brown curls rasping against Brianna's smooth pussy. She could feel Andrew's hands gently stroking, kneading her full buttocks. Chilandra had always felt that her buttocks were just a little too large, but did not think of that as Andrew's fingers gently traced around her tightly clenched anus. "Let's take this upstairs," Brianna whispered, pulling her lips from Chilandra's lips. "Uh huh," Chilandra moaned. Brianna turned and led Chilandra from the room. Andrew shifted his erection in his trousers, then bent and gathered their clothing from the floor. He smirked as he looked at the billiard table; he was a bit of a pool shark. There were seven trophies just above the smoked glass mirror to attest to the seven tournaments he'd won. Entering their bedroom, Andrew saw his wife's beautiful buttocks thrusting, saw Chilandra's legs splayed to the sides. Brianna's long hair blocked Chilandra from sight as the two women kissed. Andrew lay their clothes across the arms of a small velour chair that sat in a corner of the room. He then slipped his own clothing off and crawled into the bed to lie next to the whimpering Chilandra. The young woman had her eyes tightly closed. She did not look over as Andrew lay next to her. Looking between their joined crotches, Andrew saw his wife's fingers busily toying with Chilandra's wet pussy. Chilandra's pussy was capped with a light brown thatch of curls, but Andrew was sure Chilandra's hair was naturally blonde. "Shit!" Chilandra screamed into Brianna's mouth as Brianna's fingers brought her to orgasm. Brianna brought her mouth down to again suckle on Chilandra's nipples. Andrew leaned over and gently kissed Chilandra's gasping mouth. She turned her head and thrust her tongue into Andrew's mouth. The two kissed passionately as Brianna continued to lick and suck Chilandra's nipples. "Oh God," Chilandra gasped as Brianna's crotch broke contact with her own. "Mm-hmm," Brianna murmured as she kissed her way down toward Chilandra's pussy. Brianna wondered how receptive Chilandra would be to waxing her pussy bald. Chilandra's pubic hair was a swatch of light brown curls. It wasn't ugly, but Brianna really loved bald pussies, loved the look of a hairless mound. She loved the feeling of her tongue rasping over smooth flesh, loved the feeling of smooth skin underneath her fingertips. Andrew continued to kiss Chilandra as his hands tugged and twisted her hard nipples. Jesus!" Chilandra screamed into Andrew's mouth when Brianna blew hot breath over her slick lips. "Mmph!" Chilandra screamed again as Brianna's tongue slapped at her wet slit. "Oh God, oh God," Chilandra whimpered, senses overwhelmed. When Andrew bent and bit down on Chilandra's right nipple, Brianna gently bit down on Chilandra's clitoris. Brianna also drove three fingers into Chilandra's pussy. With a loud shriek, Chilandra bounced her buttocks off the bed. She flopped for a moment, then lay still. "Shit, think we killed her?" Brianna giggled, licking her lips of Chilandra's ejaculation. "She's still breathing," Andrew chuckled. "See? Tits are shaking." "God, Sweetheart, she's beautiful, isn't she?" Brianna asked, kissing Andrew heatedly. "Yes she is," Andrew agreed. "Oh God, oh my God, I've never..." Chilandra moaned. "Can my man fuck you?" Brianna asked, peering into Chilandra's dazed eyes. "Brianna, its making love, Baby," Andrew chided gently. "Can my man..." Brianna started again. "No," Chilandra smiled weakly. "MY man can make love to me." "Oh! Uh huh, it's like that, huh?" Brianna giggled, kissing Chilandra. "Uh huh, it's like that," Chilandra agreed, kissing Briana. Brianna wiggled from between Chilandra's legs. She lay to Chilandra's left and gently cupped Chilandra's right breast, thumb rubbing Chilandra's nipple. And relay between Chilandra's weak legs. He held his hard cock in his left hand as he propped himself up with his right arm "Oomph!" Chilandra wheezed out as Andrew rubbed his large cock head up and down her puffy lips. She let out another 'oomph' when he pushed into her. Then Brianna was again kissing Chilandra and she again felt her senses becoming overwhelmed. "God damn it!" she screamed out as Andrew's cock pushed deeply within her. She was not a virgin, but her previous sexual experiences had not been very fulfilling. She could feel the ridge of Andrew's cockhead pushing along her pussy walls, could feel him pushing, then pulling along her slick tunnel. She could not remember if her previous lovers had filled her, had thrilled her like this. "Ung!" Chilandra whimpered; her stomach was knotted tightly. "Isn't he, isn't our man wonderful?" Brianna whispered into Chilandra's ear. "Uh huh, aw shit, uh huh," Chilandra agreed, voice strangled. Andrew thought of his upcoming trip to Hong Kong, thought of the difficult negotiations that lie ahead. Neither the Chinese manufacturer nor the Australian purchaser were willing to bend. However, both companies had broken several international laws. Whether wittingly or not, these laws were broken, rendering their previous contract null and void. He tried to think of anything other than the beautiful twenty one year old blonde that he and his wife were making love to. He tried to think of anything but her tight pussy squeezing, milking his hard cock. "Aw, God damn it, God damn it, augh!" Chilandra screamed out and Andrew felt her pussy clamp down on his thrusting cock. Andrew felt Chilandra's pussy squirt, wetting his crotch and upper thighs with her orgasm. She shuddered and shook violently and he paused, letting her orgasm subside. "Will you, will you make love to me?" Brianna whispered as Chilandra's breathing finally returned to normal. "I uh, yeah, I don't know how," Chilandra gasped. Andrew pulled his still hard cock from Chilandra's pussy; there was a squelching sound as his cock popped free. Then he helped Chilandra get onto hands and knees. Brianna scooted over, head against the mound of pillows. She spread her legs wide and Chilandra was looking at another woman's pussy. The hairless mound was plump, lightly tanned. She noticed that Brianna did not have any tan lines at all. Chilandra wondered about this; she had very faint tan lines where her bikini covered her the few times she'd been brazen enough to go to Oxbow Lake. Brianna's inner lips were plump, puffy and slick with excitement. Chilandra could smell the other woman's arousal; a heady, musky aroma. "Oomph!" Chilandra suddenly gasped as Andrew's cock again pushed into her upturned pussy. "Oh!" she moaned as this new position caused delicious friction along her pussy walls. "Oh God damn yes..." Chilandra brought her face closer to her lover's pussy and reached a trembling hand out to touch Brianna's pussy. Both she and Brianna shuddered at the intimate contact. Then she brought her mouth to lie directly over Brianna's slit. "Oomph!" she cried out; Andrew had just insinuated his fat thumb into her unsuspecting rectum. Chilandra wasn't sure if she liked or didn't like Andrew's thumb in such a nasty, dirty, tight hole. She could feel the smooth skin of Brianna's mound against her lips. She could taste Brianna's essences, a strong taste of sweat, of musk, of a slightly salty flavor. She wiggled her tongue around, coaxing more of Brianna's flavor. She wiggled her haunches. Andrew's large cock battered in and out of her pussy, his thumb teased her rectum. She pulled Brianna's pussy open with her fingers and began to mirror Andrew's thrusting. Her tongue waggled, flailed around. "Yeees!" Brianna cried out in orgasm. "Yeees, shit yes, fuck!" Chilandra cried out in orgasm. "Aw, son of a bitch," Andrew cried out and began pumping a stream of semen deep into Chilandra's pussy. For a long moment, the three lovers held still, Andrew and Chilandra not even breathing. Then with a 'whoosh!' Andrew pulled his shrinking cock from Chilandra's pussy. Chilandra collapsed lying between Brianna's spread legs, head on Brianna's right thigh. "Let me have that cream pie," Brianna urged. "Huh?" Chilandra asked, head still in a slight fog. Brianna wiggled down and pulled Chilandra to squat above her face. Chilandra held onto the large headboard of the bed and screwed her eyes shut as she felt Brianna's tongue at her still too sensitive pussy. "Oh! Aw, shit, Jesus stop," Chilandra complained as Brianna's fingers dug into her slit, searching out Andrew's semen. "Just hold it over my face," Brianna ordered. "Oh, yes, Sweetheart, yes." Chilandra looked over her shoulder and could see Andrew had slid his renewed erection into his wife's pussy. She watched as husband and wife joined, watched as Brianna wound her legs around his narrow hips, pulling him deep within her. A moment later, Brianna again began to tongue Chilandra's pussy, again dug her fingers into Chilandra's pussy. "Mm-hmm," Chilandra purred. Then she squealed when Brianna's tongue lapped at her anus. She did not move, though, as Brianna used her fingers to open her anus, worming her tongue into Chilandra's ass. Andrew stiffened and Brianna squealed. Chilandra cursed as Brianna shoved fingers into both Chilandra's pussy and ass. Then the three collapsed in a sweaty heap. Brianna weakly turned the light off. The need to urinate roused Chilandra. Brianna woke as Chilandra wiggled out from between her and Andrew. Sleepy, hair a tousled mess, Brianna Walker was a truly beautiful woman. Chilandra gave her a quick kiss, then scampered out of the bed. When she returned, nature had taken its course. Brianna and Andrew were entwined with one another. The couple had a huge bed but the couple could have shared a twin bed and not a single limb would stick out over the sides of the slim mattress. She walked around to the other side and crawled in. Soon she was spooned against Andrew's back and the three slept again. In the morning, Brianna and Andrew insisted on feeding Chilandra a breakfast. Andrew quickly whipped an egg custard then dredged thick slabs of bread through the dense mixture. "Blueberries? Cherries? Strawberries?" Brianna asked. "I uh, blueberries. Love blueberry pancakes," Chilandra said. The three sat down for breakfast. French toast with blueberry syrup, several slices of bacon and rich coffee. "You got my phone number, right?" Brianna asked again as Chilandra stood by the front door of the home. "And your work number," Chilandra agreed. "I, we will see you again, right?" Brianna asked. Chilandra looked into Brianna's beautiful blue eyes and for the first time since meeting the woman, saw insecurity in the woman's eyes. She smiled and pressed her lips to Brianna's lips. The two women hugged tightly, tongues mashing against each other. "If my mother wasn't such a tyrant about church, I wouldn't be leaving at all," Chilandra assured the woman. Because of eating breakfast, Chilandra did not have time to go home and change. She swore she could smell the previous day's sweat, could even smell the delicious steak dinner of the previous evening imbedded in the fibers of her clothing. She blushed hotly, imagining that everyone could smell the crotch of her panties, could smell the illicit sex she'd enjoyed the previous evening. Thankfully, her mother had Mrs. Duncan with her. The woman was eighty seven years old, was losing eyesight, hearing and sense of smell. The perfume she wore was an expensive perfume, but Mrs. Duncan doused herself with the scent. "Won't be able smell my pussy over that," Chilandra thought as she cheerfully, loudly greeted the old woman. "Uh huh, Miss I ate at Stone Grill, made it here in the nick of time," her mother smiled. "Uh huh, Miss I am so jealous, I told you I would," Chilandra laughed just as Katy began to hammer out the chords to a hymn. Monday, Chilandra worked the morning shift with Nat and Vickie. Vickie was angry; Tonya had let Yvette go because of her frequent 'illnesses' that placed a strain on the other sales staff. By lunch time, Nat smiled sweetly at Vickie and hinted that it would be a real shame if something was to happen to Vickie's face. Just before Chilandra's shift was to end, Stephanie came in. The two women smiled at each other as Stephanie breezed into the back of the shop. Chilandra wanted to ask Stephanie about dancing at Tijuana Jack. She wanted to ask Stephanie why her friendship with Brianna Walker had cooled. Instead of turning to her left, walking along the outside of the building to the garage, Chilandra turned to the right and went to the main lobby of the building. She punched the button for the elevator. The reception area for Perkins, Goldbloom & Lee was large, glassed in. An attractive African-American woman smiled at Chilandra. "Uh, Andrew Walker, please? Chilandra Childress," Chilandra murmured. "Mr. Walker? A Chilandra Childress here to see you?" the woman spoke softly into a headset. "Ms. Childress?" another African-American woman smiled from a doorway. "This way please?" They entered an elevator and the woman entered a code. The doors slid shut noiselessly and Chilandra felt dizzy for a moment. "You get used to it," the other woman smiled as the door slid noiselessly open. "Hey there!" Andrew smiled happily when Chilandra entered his corner office. Behind him and to his right were floor to ceiling, wall to wall windows overlooking Michner and Johnson. His desk was a behemoth of dark wood with a behemoth overstuffed office throne that he perched on. The one wall of plasterboard had a long leather couch that looked like no one had ever sat on it, and in front of his desk were two low slung overstuffed chairs. Next to the door, directly in Andrew's line of sight was a large portrait of Brianna, in her wedding dress. "Hey there," Chilandra said, walking around his desk. "Brianna said she had a deposition this afternoon. I don't have a clue how long those take, so thought I'd come see you." "Oh. I'm second best, huh?" Andrew joked as he stood to hug her. "No, not at all," Chilandra said, rising onto her tip toes to kiss him. "Just that her office is on the second floor and yours is on the fifth. She's just closer, that's all." "Actually, she's on her way up right now," Andrew smiled and kissed her again. "We have some Cornish hens marinating; have supper with us?" Before Chilandra could answer, Brianna came into the office. "I told Morgan that Ms. Childress was my client too," Brianna announced as Morgan, Andrew's personal assistant followed her into the office. "Morgan, it's okay," Andrew smiled. "I know you tried to stop her but my wife beat you up and slapped you and kicked you and said your shoes are ugly and you just couldn't stop her." "My shoes are ugly?" Morgan asked, looking down at her feet. "The ones with the buckles? Yes," Andrew said. "Mr. Walker, you horrible. I got rid of them a year ago," Morgan laughed. Brianna decided she'd ride with Chilandra again as Chilandra wanted to go home and grab a change of clothing first. At the Childress home, Brianna introduced herself to Chilandra's mother. Dressed in her business attire, long blonde hair done into a large bun, Brianna was the epitome of professionalism. Chilandra wondered what her overly religious mother would think if she knew that Brianna had been a dancer at that horrible cesspool of sin and temptation known as Tijuana Jack. She wondered what her mother would think if she knew that Brianna was bisexual. "Shit! You're bisexual too," Chilandra muttered to herself as she changed into jeans and tee shirt, grabbed fresh panties and bra. "Wonder what she'd say about her only daughter doing that, huh?" "Yes ma'am, met my husband when I interned at his office, well, not his office specifically, I actually worked for Myra Goldbloom," Brianna prattled happily with Mrs. Childress. "All lawyers are Jewish, aren't they?" Mrs. Childress sniffed, causing Chilandra to groan out loud. "A good number of them are, from what I've seen, but no ma'am. I'm not, and my husband isn't," Brianna said, not losing her smile. "So sorry about that. When my dad died in that oil rig fire, my mom suddenly found Jesus," Chilandra apologized as she backed out of the driveway. "Don't worry about it. My dad and the Gilpys think they've found God too," Brianna shrugged. "Of course, their God? Doesn't say anything about forgiveness, or admitting one's faults." "Saw Stephanie this afternoon," Chilandra said nonchalantly. "Oh yeah?" Brianna said. "How is she doing? Is she still with that Glen James asshole?" . . . \>\>\> . . . Waking up in the small apartment, slightly stiff from the lumpy mattress and the far too firm foam pillow, Brianna smiled sleepily at Steph. Steph's eyes slowly pried open and she smiled shyly at Brianna. "Hey, I uh..." Steph started, then fell silent, not knowing what to say. "Ever been to breakfast at that Periwinkle's?" Brianna asked, kissing Steph. Steph dressed in her jeans and blouse while Brianna struggled into her shorts and tee shirt. Then the two girls crammed into Brianna's car. Brianna ignored the stares that two attractive young women were sure to attract. After a few minutes, Steph learned to tune the admirers out as well. Then they returned to the small apartment and crawled onto the cheap mattress again. During the small break, Brianna spent more time in Steph's apartment than in her dorm room. She used the laundry mat in Steph's building; it was fifty cents cheaper than the laundry mat around the corner from the campus. "Hey, you got to be Christy," a chubby man with Ray-Ban Wayfarer knock-off sunglasses smirked as Brianna returned from the laundry mat. "Mm-hmm. And you are?" Brianna said casually. "James. Glen James," the smirking man said, imitating the James Bond classic line. "Hey I uh, hey Christy? This is my boyfriend," Steph mumbled, unable to look at Brianna. "Cheap ass mother fucker ran off left you pay the rent?" Brianna asked. "Hey, cunt," Glen snapped, angered. "Dumb shit cock sucker stole all your money?" Brianna continued, hand resting firmly on her snub nose. "Christy, please," Steph whimpered. "See you," Brianna sighed, grabbing her text books. Brianna dropped the books into her basket of clean clothes and walked to her car. The tears started in earnest as she sat in her car, wondering what she could have done. She wondered why Steph would choose a sleazy, slimy man over her. . . . \<\<\< . . . "She came in that afternoon, quit. Haven't seen her since," Brianna said as they pulled up to the home. "Well, far as I know, she and that Glen guy are still together," Chilandra said. "He still got that stupid pencil mustache?" Brianna asked as she unlocked the front door of their home. "Don't know," Chilandra said. "Never got that close to him." "Uh huh, uh huh, wait until I'm done," Andrew teased from the kitchen. "Well, duh. We're not stupid," Brianna said, wrapping her arms around Andrew. They kissed for a few long moments. Then Brianna stepped aside and Chilandra wrapped her arms around Andrew and kissed him. "Thought we got rid of that," Brianna asked as she saw that Andrew was wearing an El Vaqueros tee shirt. "Thought wrong," Andrew said. "Be about another forty minutes." Chilandra sat at the small counter bar while Brianna went upstairs to change out of her business clothing. Andrew asked her about her day, asked her what the most interesting customers she'd ever had was. "I mean, other than me and Brianna," he smiled. "Oh, you two are way up there," Chilandra agreed. "Most interesting though? This almost three hundred pound transsexual. Five o'clock shadow and everything. But did my best." "That makeup remover? It's the best," Brianna enthused, sweeping into the kitchen. "Uh, forget something?" Andrew asked, tugging on one of Brianna's nipples. "Hmm? Damn! Told you we got a terrible moth problem," Brianna gasped, looking down at her nude body. "By the way, you, uh, your uh, your pussy?" Chilandra asked, looking at Brianna's crotch. "How you get it so smooth?" "Wax it. But going get that laser done. Going do my pits and legs too," Brianna said. "Why? Think you'd like that?" "We'll pay for it," Andrew offered. "Tell you what, let me shave it first, see if I like way it looks," Chilandra offered. "No," Brianna enthused, kissing Chilandra. "Let ME shave it." "That's why you wanted know if that depilatory foam works on coochies," Chilandra remembered. "Uh huh," Brianna agreed. "But girl in my office? Had the laser done on her upper lip? Looks amazing." "Juanita? Yeah it does," Andrew agreed. "Think, yeah, I'm pretty sure got a kit up in the bathroom," Brianna thought out loud. "Come on, want to?" Andrew stayed downstairs, preparing the pancetta and Brussel sprouts in a large cast iron skillet. He chuckled when he heard a shriek. "No, no, stay away from me," Chilandra declared, stomping down the stairs. "Come on, let me put the lotion on it," Brianna giggled, pursuing the angry girl. "Here, Andrew," Chilandra spat, slapping a tube of Elegantre lotion onto the countertop. "YOU put this on." Okay," Andrew smiled. He made the nude girl squeal when he easily picked her up. She squealed again when her buttocks came in contact with the cold granite countertop. "Damn, that is a pretty pussy, though," Andrew said, looking at Chilandra's plump pubic mound. "It is, isn't it?" Brianna agreed. Just as Brianna had done while preparing her crotch, Andrew put two of his fingers inside of Chilandra's pussy. He rested his thumb against Chilandra's clitoris. With her left hand, Brianna had applied the sticky substance to Chilandra's coarse pubic hair. With his left hand, Andrew applied the cooling, soothing lotion to Chilandra's reddened area. "Oh," Chilandra moaned. Andrew kissed her while his fingers and thumb brought her close to orgasm. Just as she was about to crest, Andrew pinched down lightly on Chilandra's clitoris. "Mmph!" Chilandra screamed into Andrew's mouth. "Now, y'all get out of here; I'm cooking," Andrew said. "Where's a mirror?" Chilandra asked, scooting off of the counter. They sat in the dining room, Andrew at the head of the table, Brianna at his right and Chilandra at his left. The skin of the small bird was crispy, the meat itself very juicy. "White wine; that's the secret," Andrew said. "Brianna, remember, my flight leaves Thursday." "Flight?" Chilandra asked. "He's going to Hong Kong; negotiations," Brianna said. "Be gone about a week. Probably long enough for you quit being mad at Brianna," Andrew told Chilandra. "Come stay here with me?" Brianna begged Chilandra. "Please?" After their meal, Chilandra and Brianna cleaned the kitchen; it was only fair. Andrew did the cooking, the two women should do the cleaning. "Ho hum, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Coming, Andrew?" Brianna said, pulling Chilandra to the stairs. "Yes ma'am," Andrew smiled, turning off the news broadcast. After flopping onto the bed, Chilandra and Brianna kissed. Brianna ran gentle fingers over Chilandra's freshly waxed mound, marveling in how smooth the flesh felt. "God, that tickles," Chilandra giggled. Andrew quickly pulled tee shirt and shorts and underwear off and crawled into the bed. Chilandra rolled toward him and embraced him. Then she kissed his throat. "Mm," Andrew moaned in approval. Chilandra moved down, taking one of his nipples into her mouth. Brianna moved up behind Chilandra and kissed Andrew. Brianna also put a hand on Chilandra's rounded buttocks. Mmph!" Andrew groaned as Chilandra's hot mouth encircled the head of his cock. Chilandra had much practice as a cock sucker. Andrew's wasn't the largest or the thickest cock she'd ever seen, wasn't the largest she'd ever swallowed. But it was still a substantial slab of meat. She tightened her lips around him. "You only love me for my big sunglasses and my Tony..." Chilandra hummed as she slurped along the length of Andrew's cock. "She's perfect," Brianna whispered to a gasping, grunting Andrew. "Didn't I tell you? She's perfect." "Uh huh," Andrew moaned as Chilandra continued to hum 'Little Red Wagon' up and down his cock. His first spurt, Chilandra swallowed down. His second, third, fourth and fifth spurt, she held in her mouth. Then Chilandra let Andrew's cock slide from her lips. She wiggled around and kissed Brianna. "Mm-hmm, oh I just love you to pieces," Brianna moaned as Chilandra and she shared Andrew's semen. "Love you too," Chilandra groaned as Brianna's fingers brought her close to orgasm. Mrs. Childress wasn't too happy about the idea of Chilandra staying for a whole week; she didn't know Brianna, or this husband of Brianna's. But when Brianna promised to come with Chilandra to church on Sunday, Mrs. Childress relented. "I am twenty one, mother," Chilandra angrily declared. "And you are still living under her roof, Chilandra," Brianna quietly said. "Her house? Her rules." "There you go, sister," Mrs. Childress smirked. "But uh, Mrs. Walker? Don't be a suck up, huh?" "I'm an attorney," Brianna laughed. "Part of the deal." "Oh, Stephanie says she's still with that Glen guy," Chilandra said as they drove to the house on Simpson Way. "As long as she's happy," Brianna said softly. At home, Brianna pulled on a long tee shirt. Chilandra looked at her questioningly. "I uh, when Andrew's not here? Just don't feel safe running around naked," Brianna confessed, pulling her long blonde hair from the garment. She rummaged around and found another long tee shirt for Chilandra. Then they went downstairs and prepared a quiche for supper. "Damn, Brianna, you and Andrew ought to open a restaurant," Chilandra complimented. "Know how much work that is? Would rather go back to dancing," Brianna laughed. "But thank you. It is nice to be appreciated. Saturday night, after a grueling day at Elegantre, made all the more excruciating by Vickie's constant snipes and open hostilities, Chilandra leaned against Brianna. Brianna softly kissed the top of Chilandra's head. "Hate my job," Chilandra mumbled. "Well, that's not true, just hate Vickie. And Nat. And sometimes Miss Tonya." "Well, what else you want do?" Brianna asked, sipping her rum and cola. "Become a pool shark," Chilandra smiled. "Chilandra, I beat you at every game," Brianna smiled, kissing the top of her head again. "I let you," Chilandra lied. "Seriously, what else..." Brianna asked again. "God, I don't know. I'm no good at anything," Chilandra wailed. "But one more time, just one more time that stuck up cunt fucks with me, I'm beat her ass." True to her word, Brianna did accompany Chilandra to their church. She was warm and friendly with Mrs. Duncan and clapped along with the rousing hymns, paid rapt attention as Reverend Gendusa wailed and yelled and thundered against the evils of Satan. "Oh, let me smoke this joint. Wow, marijuana makes me feel good!" the man said in his nasally voice. "Well of course it does! You really think Satan would let it feel bad? If doing drugs felt bad, he wouldn't be able to ensnare so many people! He wouldn't be able to trap people in his evil clutches! Oh, let me smoke this joint. Oh, this is horrible! I hate this, I'll never do this again! And Satan loses. So, of course it feels good. Getting high feels good. Getting drunk feels good. And then, it doesn't. You lose your home, your job, your car, your family. Once you are fully in his grip? There's only one way out." "Hello Reverend Gendusa," Brianna smiled, shaking the man's thin, bony hand as she and Chilandra left the church. The man paled, seeing his attorney. Then he painted a wide smile on his face and welcomed the woman to his church. "Your husband's still out of town, Mrs. Walker?" Mrs. Childress asked as they stood by Brianna's SUV. "Yes ma'am, says it might actually be another week," Brianna said sadly. "But, please, just call me Brianna, okay?" At home, Brianna and Chilandra got out of their church clothes. Again ensconced in their long tee shirts, which Brianna confessed were actually Andrew's tee shirts, Brianna pulled Chilandra to the third door. "What, what's this room?" Chilandra asked as Brianna took the small key from the top doorjamb. Brianna didn't answer, just popped the lock of the door. When she stretched up to put the small key over the doorjamb again, Chilandra could see that Brianna was crying silent tears. "Our nursery," Brianna said, wiping the hem of her tee shirt across her eyes. There was a small dresser, a crib, a changing table, and a playpen in the room. The east wall was painted baby blue, the north wall was painted baby pink, the west wall was painted light green and the south wall was painted light yellow. "Ass hole ex-husband of mine?" Brianna said, angrily gripping the railing of the crib. "Gave me chlamydia, gonorrhea, didn't tell me about it. Knew he had something, just thought it'd go away." "STDs don't just go away," Chilandra said, looking at the huge teddy bear in the playpen. "By the time I found out I had it? Was too late," Brianna sobbed out. "Doctor said it's highly unlikely I'll ever get pregnant. And if I do? There is no way I'd be able to carry it to term." "Oh my God, oh Brianna," Chilandra cried out, pulling Brianna in for a hug. "Both Andrew and I wanted kids, wanted them so bad," Brianna sobbed, heartbroken. "Why he bought this house; there's six bedrooms in it." "Oh, Brianna!" Chilandra wailed, her tears flowing. "When we found out? Told Andrew to leave me. Told him, go find someone can give him the five or six kids he wants," Brianna sobbed, clinging onto Chilandra. "What'd he say?" Chilandra asked, rubbing her friend's back. "Dumb ass says I'm stuck with him," Brianna admitted. "God, he loves you," Chilandra said. "Uh huh," Brianna agreed, using the hem of her tee shirt to wipe her face. "Come on. I can't take being in here." Chilandra took one last look around the room before Brianna turned off the light. With a soft 'click' the door was shut again. "Soup and sandwiches okay? I'm really not in much of a mood to cook," Brianna asked listlessly. "Sure," Chilandra said, following Brianna down the stairs. That night, lying in the big bed, entwined with one another, Chilandra gently kissed Brianna's lips. Brianna smiled and softly kissed Chilandra's lips. "Love you," Chilandra whispered. "Love you too," Brianna said. "I, what if I, what if I had your baby for you?" Chilandra asked. She felt Brianna tense. Suddenly the room was flooded in light. She blinked, looking at Brianna's startled face. "What if what?" Brianna demanded. "What if I have the baby? You and Andrew can raise it; it'd be your baby," Chilandra said. "You, you'd, do you have any idea what you're even saying?" Brianna stammered. "I'm saying, I let your husband fuck me," Chilandra said. "It's making love," Brianna retorted, imitating Andrew's deep voice. "Let him make love to me, I mean, shit we're doing that now already," Chilandra said. "I get pregnant, have the baby, then give it to y'all." "We are doing this legally, hear?" Brianna stated. "Good God, typical lawyer," Chilandra teased. "Surprised didn't make me sign a contract first time I went to lunch with y'all." Mentally exhausted, emotionally drained, Andrew grabbed his garment bag and wheeled suitcase from the baggage carousel at Judge Roberts Airport in Oakleaf, Texas. "There he is!" he heard two women squeal and his mental fog lifted. "Oh my God, oh hi Sweetheart," Brianna babbled, wrapping her arms around him. "Hi there Stranger," Chilandra smiled, hugging him as well. "Security! Security! I have no idea who these two women are," Andrew playfully said. "Well, then, I'd suggest you just go along, see what they got in mind," Myra Goldbloom said, grabbing her own suitcases from the carousel. "Myra, you remember my wife," Andrew said. "And this beautiful woman is our friend, Chilandra Childress." "Work down in that cosmetic shop," Myra said, smiling. "I've seen you. There is no way on God's green earth I'd even try walking around in those high heels." "Get used to it," Chilandra agreed. "Honey, anything I have to get used to? I'm not going to get used to it, "Myra said stoically. "And Myra's the adventurous one in our firm," Andrew joked. "Again, Andrew, I do hope you'll give some thought to what we were talking about," Myra said before leaving the baggage claim area. "Need you to look at a contract when we get home," Brianna said as Andrew herded them and his suitcase and garment bag toward the south exit, toward short term parking. "Sweetheart, really?" Andrew complained. "Spent the last nine days looking at nothing but paperwork." "Oh, I think you'll like this contract," Brianna sang. Brianna and Chilandra sat in the rear of the SUV, whispering and giggling. Andrew shook his head as he made it from airport to home in record time; there wasn't much traffic at two thirty in the afternoon. "Now, you want a drink first? A cup of coffee first?" Brianna asked when they entered the home. "Or a blow job first?" Chilandra asked. "Blow job, then coffee," Andrew agreed. "You know, your wife doesn't like to make love when you're not home?" Chilandra complained as she knelt in front of Andrew. "Know what? I uh, I'm actually pretty happy hear that," Andrew said, then moaned as Chilandra wrapped her lips around his swelling cock. It had been ten days for him; Andrew did not last long. After swallowing the first shot, Chilandra rose up and pressed her lips to Brianna's mouth. Andrew's wilting cock jerked, slowly reviving as he watched the two women passing his semen back and forth. "Hmm? Oh, drink! What you want to drink, Sweetheart?" Brianna remembered. "Honestly? Iced tea," Andrew said. "The stuff they serve in Hong Kong? Horrible." "I'll get it," Chilandra said, walking to the kitchen. "Now, this contract," Andrew said. Chilandra smiled when he heard Andrew exclaim, "We what?" She returned to the living room, tall glass of iced tea in hand. She smiled as she saw that Andrew's cock was standing stiff and proud. "You're sure. You are one hundred percent sure about this?" Andrew demanded of Chilandra. "Signed and notarized," Chilandra affirmed. "Quit taking my pills last Friday. They're probably not out of my system yet but if you'd like to start trying now..." "Uh, bull shit too," Brianna laughed happily. "First load is going into MY pussy." "Fine," Chilandra said, snuggling up to Andrew on his left side. "But you're sure? You're really all right with this?" Andrew pressed, gulping down half of his iced tea. "I love you," Chilandra said quietly, looking into his beautiful eyes. "And I love Brianna. And this is something I can do that'll make y'all happy." After finishing his iced tea, after declining another glass, Andrew allowed himself to be led up the stairs to his bedroom. Two beautiful blondes stripped, pausing often to kiss one another, then both lay down on his bed, legs spread wide for him. Andrew put his hard cock to the hairless cleft of his wife's pussy, thought about her belly becoming swollen with his, their baby, and blasted his load all over her pubic mound. "Damn!" Brianna giggled as Andrew groaned and shuddered, his sperm jetting onto her pubic mound and belly. "I got to..." Chilandra said and bent to clean Brianna's pussy and belly of Andrew's semen. Chilandra squealed as Andrew knelt behind her and drove his still hard cock into her pussy. Brianna grunted, then squealed in orgasm as Chilandra licked and sucked her pussy. Then Andrew pulled his dripping cock from Chilandra's pussy and again pushed it into his wife's pussy. "Missed you so much, Sweetheart," Brianna husked into Andrew's ear. "So, so much." Andrew managed to pump a fair amount of semen into Brianna's pussy. Then Chilandra sucked him up to full hardness and flopped onto her back. Brianna straddled Chilandra's face, feeding her Andrew's semen from her pussy. Again, Andrew thought about his wife, belly large with their child and pumped Chilandra's pussy full of his baby juice. "Hi Tony? Andrew just came back into town and we just don't feel like cooking. Got a table for three? Hmm, about six? You're the best, Tony," Andrew vaguely heard his wife speaking. At five fifteen, he was roused from a deep slumber and told to clean up. Then Chilandra drove the SUV while husband and wife chatted quietly in the rear of the vehicle. "Mr. Walker, how are you, sir?" Freddy greeted Andrew. "Mrs. Walker, so nice to see y'all again." The trio were seated right away and the heavy menus placed in their hands. After a few moments, their waiter appeared. "Know, I have never had a ribeye; they any good?" Chilandra asked. "It's my favorite cut of meat," their waiter said. "And ours is aged to the peak of perfection. So tender, you can just about cut it with a fork." "That, then. Medium," Chilandra agreed. "Got to stick with the New York Strip," Andrew smiled. "Medium well." "Same, with the roasted tomatoes," Brianna agreed. "So, you'll be living, you will be living with us, right?" Andrew asked Chilandra as they ate their salads. Chilandra had the thought of her mother, her mother's disapproval, her daughter unwed and pregnant. Even more scandalous, the father of the baby was married. She smiled a tight little smile. "Yes I will. Y'all have a pretty big bed anyway," Chilandra said. Mrs. Childress was none too happy about her child's 'sinful, wanton' decision. But as Chilandra placed the last box of her things on the back seat of her little beetle bug, the woman hugged her daughter tightly. "Just promise me you'll keep going to church," she begged. "I will, Momma," Chilandra said, a few tears sliding down her face. With the retirement of John Lee, Perkins, Goldbloom & Lee became Perkins, Goldbloom, Walker & Associates. Being a full partner, Andrew suddenly found himself with much less time to spend with his wife and their pregnant girlfriend. But when he did manage to drag himself into their home, he was met with loving hugs and kisses. At three and a half months, Chilandra was not showing much more than a little thickness around her middle. But looking at Chilandra, Andrew could picture her, belly large, swollen with his, their baby. He could see her breasts becoming larger, could envision her nipples becoming dark, puffy, could see milk coursing down, over her belly. And his erection would be immediate. Brianna was overjoyed, seemed incapable of keeping her hands off of Chilandra's belly. She seemed to be incapable of keeping her lips from Chilandra's lips. Even in church, Brianna would often reach out her hand, gently rub Chilandra's belly. As Chilandra's belly grew, Andrew's need for sex grew. As for Chilandra, she enjoyed the intimacy, the closeness that sex brought with it. She did enjoy orgasms. But she would have been just as happy sitting and cuddling with either Andrew or Brianna. As partner of Perkins, Goldbloom, Walker & Associates, Andrew finally managed to break the stalemate between Joseph and Joanne Crenshaw and brokered the deal for the plot of land on the opposite corner of 1 Alliance Square. He also brokered the deal to begin construction on Alliance Square Health Facilities, a six story hospital that would occupy the newly purchased land. "Afraid the hospital won't be ready in time for Andrew Jerome Walker, Junior, though," Andrew said. "Chilandra Brianna Walker, butt hole," Brianna declared as she slowly, sensuously rubbed lotion into Chilandra's belly. "Well, maybe not for this one, Chilandra said, kissing Brianna. "And we are not naming our baby Chilandra Brianna Walker; that's a horrible name." "This one?" Andrew asked. "Then what's her name going be?" Brianna demanded. "Christy Alexis Walker," Chilandra offered. "Stripper's names?" Brianna hooted. "This one?" Andrew said again. "Well, yeah," Chilandra smiled. "Don't you think he or she's going need a little brother or sister play with?" Chilandra reached down and began to run a finger up and down her hairless mound. "And didn't y'all say y'all wanted five or six kids anyway?" Chilandra asked. "Ohmybod I love you so much," Brianna gasped. Drew Michelle Walker was born eleven months from the day that Brianna dragged Andrew into Elegantre to purchase a tube of sunblock. She had straw colored hair and bright blue eyes and a healthy appetite for Mommy's breast milk. She also got very little sleep; three adults seemed to be infatuated with every little movement, every little squeak she made. Andrea, Andrew's mother smiled, claiming she was far too young to be a grandmother BUT, if she were to be a grandmother, then Drew was the perfect granddaughter. . Brian, Brianna's father did not acknowledge receipt of the birth announcement, which was fine with Brianna. Chilandra's mother came once, nodded approval and asked if Chilandra would be moving home again. "I am home," Chilandra smiled, holding the sucking baby to her breast. Six months after giving birth to Drew, Chilandra began weaning the infant from her breast and asked Andrew if he was ready to try for baby number two. It was Brianna that answered that he was more than ready. "Plus that, you are so sexy when you're preggers," Brianna enthused, shoving her tongue into Chilandra's mouth. THE END \*\*Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories. I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad, and those that take the time to rate my tales. A word about comments though. Please do not leave comments saying you can't wait to see where they go from here. They probably don't go anywhere from here. Andrew, Brianna, and Chilandra might pop up in other stories, but this is the end of this story. Have a swell day. And be sure to use plenty of sunblock.

Bedroom Conversations Ch. 03

My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault -- an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of the club. Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group, her bridge group and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it -- not doing it! Peggy has a good life, but she earned it by working as a nurse to get me through medical school and residency, while raising two great kids at the same time. She worked her ass off! Now that the kids are in college, she's entitled to a little relaxation. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay quietly in the dark afraid to tell Peggy about my telephone conversation today with the President of my graduating class. He had called and asked me to serve on the committee planning our twenty-fifth class reunion. It was going to be a big weekend event and we were hoping for a nice turnout. Our committee would have its first meeting next weekend in Columbia. It was a six-person committee and Sam read me the names he had selected. When he came to Bill Alpin I felt a cramp in my stomach. Bill was the class nerd and he had married Gladys Detweiler! Well, I thought, better get it over with. "I got a call from Sam today and he wants me to serve on a six man planning committee for our twenty-fifth class reunion," I said. "And he wants the wives to help out in the planning." "That's a nice compliment, dear. I'll be delighted to help. Who's on your committee?" I ran through the list, naming classmates Peggy knew: my former roommate, a lab partner in gross anatomy and another classmate. "That's only five," Peggy said, suspiciously. Was she in my head again? "Oh? I thought I named them all," I said nervously. "You named five, you bastard! And I think I know why! I can never figure out why you try to keep secrets from me. Your mind is like an open book. The sixth member is that nerd Bill Alpin isn't it?" Shit! How the hell does she do this? She gets inside my head. I have no privacy! "Oh," I said. "You're right dear. Bill Alpin is on the committee also." "And that nerd married Gladys Detweiler!" Peggy said in a determined voice. "You fucked that Detweiler bitch while you were dating me. She fucked half the guys in your med school class before she finally hooked that stupid nerd Bill Alpin." "Bill Alpin may be a nerd but he's not stupid," I said. "He wrote a computer program for robotic prostate surgery. You know sometimes that's better than conventional or laparoscopic surgery - six small incisions - great visualization of the surgical field and better nerve sparing. A lot of guys still get erections after surgery because of his work at Hopkins." Peggy chuckled. "If I was a guy I wouldn't let a robot programmed by that nerd anywhere close to my balls with a scalpel. Why did he marry that whore?" "He didn't know ... in fact he still doesn't know that Gladys was fucking all those guys," I said. "I saw that Detweiler bitch a year ago at the reunion. She's gotta weigh almost a hundred and fifty pounds now and I can't imagine a brassiere strong enough to hold up those big udders." "She probably sees herself as pleasingly plump," I said. "Pleasingly plump? She's too fat to fuck!" Peggy said. Then I said something I should never have said. I was trying to be funny, but I should have known better. My attempts at humor always got me in trouble. "Well she can still suck." "YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "YOU'RE REMEMBERING HER BLOWJOBS!" "Nonsense," I said. "That was twenty-four years ago." "And I remember it like it was yesterday," Peggy said. "Try to get some sleep dear. I'm tired," I said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy had been in a bad mood all evening and I think I knew why. I had had a hard day in surgery and I was in no mood to argue about anything. "I've been thinking about that Detweiler bitch all day long," Peggy said. "I'm gonna have to work with her on that committee. So are the other wives. I went over that list again. That bitch was blowing and fuckin every guy on that committee when they were in med school. And their wives know it! And we'll all have to work together with her." "That was twenty-four years ago," I said wearily. "They all remember it though. At every reunion, at least a couple of gals tell a Gladys Detweiler story that the rest of us haven't heard. I heard about your class President who bent her over a lab table and fucked her doggie in gross anatomy lab. I've told stories about your little Plymouth bouncing up and down in the Sigma Kappa parking lot when you fucked that bitch. All the wives have stories about their husbands and that slut." Maybe if I just lay here silently she'll change the subject. "Every reunion she seems to get fatter. That little nerd husband of hers would suffocate if she tried to do him cowboy." Peggy started laughing at the image of Gladys on top of Bill Alpin. "Why are you so happy that she's getting fat?" I asked innocently. Peggy was silent for a moment and then began to speak softly. "Because when she was bouncing around campus with a narrow waist and shapely hips and those big udders jiggling, you and your buddies couldn't keep your eyes in your heads. You guys took turns fucking that bitch and I was scared shitless that you were gonna dump my ass like you dumped two other girls you fucked." Then she got angry. "You bastard! She sucked you off to slow you down and make you a better fuck. You enjoyed her blowjobs didn't you?" I didn't get a chance to answer. "No need to answer that -- of course you did! Okay, say it! I was jealous. I was in love with you and I was scared of losing you just like a bunch of other girls were scared of that bitch. You were fuckin her brains out every Friday night and I was scared to say a word about it because I thought you might just laugh at me and stop asking me out. All I could do was try to pump my ass harder and suck you off better. Now I feel good to see her getting fat and unattractive and I ought to be ashamed of myself. BUT I'AM NOT!" "Darling, I don't think you're jealous at all," I said softly. "Well you ought to!" Peggy said. "I was and I still am when I think back about it. How the hell could any gal compete with a bitch that didn't have a gag reflex? Okay I'll work with the bitch on that committee, but every time I see those big lips of hers I'm gonna think about your dick between 'em, pushin all the way back to her tonsils." Maybe if I change the subject Peggy will feel better. "Have you talked to Pam lately?" "I had lunch with her yesterday." "How are Pam and Rusty getting along?" I asked. "More or less like you said they would," Peggy responded. "It's been over two months since they started going to bed together and they have a wonderful relationship except ... except ..." "Except what?" I asked. "Except for that whore Carolyn Ames," Peggy finally said. "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means that every now and then -- maybe every couple of weeks or so -- one of the girls see's Rusty's car in that bitch's parking lot. He's still fucking her!" "Well," I said, "I'm glad your luncheon group is keeping track of his movements. But I doubt he's serious. Probably just a little extra pussy on the side -- you know -- some strange stuff now and then." "YOU BASTARD," Peggy shouted. "Why are all men like that?" "Pam doesn't need to worry," I said. "Rusty will stop trying out strange stuff after he gets a ring on her finger." "Just like you did! YOU BASTARD. You enjoyed that pussy right up till the very last minute. You had my engagement ring in your pocket the last time you fucked her. I told Pam that. I told her you did that and then I told her what you said about Rusty fucking Carolyn. I told her you said it will keep her ass in gear." "What did she say to that?" I asked. "She said her ass WAS in gear. She's deep throating that horny bastard and he's got a big thick one. And she fucks him till she's sore. She's doing the best she can do to keep him satisfied but the bastard still stops off at the Ames bitch's apartment every couple of weeks." "Well it will keep her working hard and it won't last forever," I said. "She keeps asking me to tell her about Gladys Detweiler. Pam has a lot of respect for you and ... well ... the thought of you settling down to married life after fucking that whore helps her deal with Rusty fuckin that Ames bitch." "Good night Dear," I said. "Shit! The thought of working with Gladys Detweiler all next weekend, looking at those sagging udders and those big lips, is depressing." "Good night Dear," I said again. "Good night Dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED (MARRIOTT HOTEL, COLUMBIA MISSOURI) Peggy was pissed, as I knew she would be. She had been pissed since our committee and their wives met this afternoon to discuss the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration. I knew what she was upset about. It was the dress that Gladys Detweiler had worn -- or Gladys Alpin, now. "I can't get over how the bitch was dressed," Peggy said, disgust and anger in her voice. "How she was dressed?" I asked innocently. "Don't play dumb you bastard! Her dress was cut so low that those big udders almost dropped out. And if they had, they would have sagged down to her waist!" "I didn't notice," I said. "YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "You noticed! All five of you guys noticed. Five sets of eyeballs were bulging out of five staring heads. That nerd was so busy working on his computer program to confirm every class member's address that he didn't notice you guys ogling his wife's jiggling udders like lechers." "Well now that you remind me, she was wearing a rather low cut dress." "Rather low cut? Rather low cut? You bastard! Any lower and her nipples would have been hanging out. As it was when she bent over you could see her nipples. And that bitch kept bending over every time she pointed to the seating charts on the table." "And every time she bent over," Peggy continued, "five heads turned and dropped down to look. Your neck is probably sore!" "My neck is NOT sore." "I don't get it. You play with tits all day long in your office. Why are HERS so damned interesting all of a sudden?" "It's NOT all of a sudden," I protested. It was the wrong thing to say. "Oh, so you've been remembering them all these years!" Shit! There was no way to escape! Whatever I said was wrong. Better keep my mouth shut. I saw that bra holding up those big tits. It was a miracle of structural engineering. I guess I was remembering playing with those tits while Gladys gave me a blowjob. Gladys gave very good blowjobs. And she worked on your balls while she sucked your cock. All the guys talked about that. Poor Bill Alpin -- he has no idea that the gal he married had sucked off half the guys in his med school class. "Well, are you gonna stop thinking about her blowjobs and say something?" Peggy asked, belligerently. She was inside my head again! "What can I say? Everything I say is wrong!" "You could at least say you're sorry," Peggy said. "Sorry about what?" "Sorry about fucking Gladys Detweiler," Peggy said. "I didn't know you knew I HAD been fuckin her until a few months ago," I said plaintively. "Okay, I'm sorry I fucked her." "You may be sorry but you enjoyed it, you bastard. This afternoon the gals talked about those blowjobs she gave. She was the best cocksucker in Columbia when you guys were in med school." Peggy was on a roll now and couldn't quit. "My roommate's brother fucked her and told us all about it. She worked on your scrotum with two hands while she was blowin you. TWO HANDS! And she didn't have a gag reflex! All of us tried to blow you guys but we all knew that none of us were as good as she was." "Don't be silly, darling," I said. "You were as good as she was." Again it was the wrong thing to say. I knew it the moment I said it. "As good as she was, but not better. Right? YOU BASTARD!" I sat there thinking that there was no way out of this. "What did the other wives have to say, Darling?" I asked. "We talked about that nerd," Peggy said. "And how that little nerd has no idea you guys fucked his wife's brains out in med school. Then we talked about whose hubby fucked her longest. I told 'em you fucked her for two months." "Oh, I guess it was about that," I said. "It was EXACTLY that," Peggy said firmly. "Two months and that meant NINE Friday nights." "I guess I wasn't counting," I said. "You weren't counting because you were too damn busy fucking! But you were about average. Two of the husbands fucked her longer than two months and the other two only fucked her a month or so. She might have been an expert cocksucker but that bitch couldn't keep a man till she met that nerd!" "Well they seem to be happy together," I said. "And that nerd doesn't even notice the way she shows off her udders," Peggy said. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it," I said. "Let's get some sleep." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." SATURDAY NIGHT IN BED (MARRIOTT HOTEL, COLUMBIA MISSOURI) It had been a rough day. Sam had asked Gladys and me to check out the Drury Inn, which had promised us special rates. I thought Peggy was gonna blow a fuse when I left with Gladys, who had on another low cut dress showing a lot of tit. Sam asked Peggy to go with the nerd and check out the convention center banquet hall, which had a computerized projector to show our class pictures. The lights had hardly gone out before Peggy started. "Did you have fun with the birch?" Peggy said in an angry voice. "We checked out the hotel," I said. "And I'll bet you checked out those big udders," Peggy said. What had actually happened could remain private and there was no reason to tell her. On the other hand, there was no reason not to tell her and I never kept secrets from my wife. I decided to tell her. "As a matter of fact I did," I said with a chuckle. There was a long pause. Then Peggy said, "Come again?" "We were given keys to several empty rooms to look at and when we got inside the first one we ..." "Hold it right there!" Peggy said. ""You took that bitch up to a hotel room?" "I didn't TAKE her! We went up to check it out. And when we were inside Gladys popped herself out of that low cut dress and bra and flashed her tits at me." "SHE WHAT?" "She showed me her tits and walked over and took my balls in her hand and said we were supposed to check out the bed." "YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "You're calling me a bastard because you think I had sex with her?" "No! I know THAT didn't happen. I'm calling you a bastard because you were nice to her. You WERE nice weren't you? You should have laughed at the bitch and told her she was too fat to fuck but you didn't do that did you?" Shit! Peggy was in my head again. How many husbands had a wife like this? Of course I had been nice to her. It was the only decent thing to do. She was in her forties. She had lost her figure. She was obviously insecure. She was married to a friend of mine. I couldn't laugh at her! "Yes I was nice to her. Let me explain why. Look Peg, Gladys has put on ten or fifteen pounds and ..." "More like twenty or thirty," Peggy interrupted. " ... and she's feeling insecure. She's looking for some attention and support and..." "SHE'S LOOKING TO GET LAID! That's what she's looking for - and with MY HUSBAND. THE BITCH! You were nice to her weren't you? You bastard!" "Well she needed support and ..." "A horny bitch flashes her udders at you and offers you a blowjob and you turn into a God damned psychiatrist! What did you do?" "Well I laughed in a friendly way and said she still looked just as good as she did twenty years ago. I wanted to give her some reassurance, you know." "You bastard! I knew you would be sweet and not embarrass her. I know she couldn't seduce you but I didn't want you to be sweet to her." "Well," I said. "I'm glad you trust me." "So then what happened?" Peggy said. "I picked up her bra and ..." "YOU WHAT?" "Her bra was on the floor. She had slipped out of it when she dropped her dress down," I said. "Dropped her dress down. What the hell do you mean?" Peggy was getting more angry now. "She had pulled her dress down to her waist -- actually a little bit below her waist and ..." "BELOW HER WAIST?" "Well yeah," I said. "She was wearing a garter belt and I think she was wearing bikini panties and ..." "THE BITCH WAS HALF NAKED!" "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Anyway I picked up her bra and fastened it around her chest and tried to get her boobs back into it. They were so big that I had to use two hands on each boob and at first I couldn't get her nipples back into her bra." "The bitch doesn't put her nipples in her bra. She leaves 'em out so you can see them when she bends over," Peggy was almost shouting now. "Well anyway, her nipples were getting hard and ..." "With your soft hands playing with those udders I'm not surprised," Peggy said. "It took a while to get her dressed again," I said. "You know I trust you, dear. But I know what was in your head when you were shoving those floppy udders back into their harness." "In my head?" I asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You bastard! You were thinking about telling me this story. You had both her big, soft udders in your hands squeezing 'em back into harness and you were thinking about telling me this story. Weren't you?" Peggy said, accusingly. Shit! Peggy was always in my head! I remember thinking as I pushed those huge tits back into her bra that I would tell Peggy about what happened. "Yes I was thinking about telling you the story." "And I know what else you were thinking, you bastard. You were thinking that I was gonna have to give you a blowjob. You were thinking that no wife alive is gonna disappoint her husband after he refuses a blowjob from another woman -- especially an old flame. You were thinking you'd tell me the story and then lay back with a big hard on and enjoy a grateful, loving wife sucking you off." "Well, yes, that ... that thought did cross my mind," I said. "You bastard!" Then I felt a soft hand on my dick, another tickling my balls, and a warm mouth. I laid back to enjoy a special treat from my loving wife. She was exactly right! No wife in her right mind would leave hubby lying there with a hard on after he turned down a blowjob from another woman. I'm glad she knew what I expected. Every now and then it feels good to get one up on your wife - especially a wife as clever as mine. I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head to be sure I was gonna say hello to her tonsils. SUNDAY NIGHT IN BED (MARRIOTT HOTEL, COLUMBIA MISSOURI) I lay in the darkness remembering that long afternoon. The Country Club of Missouri had offered its facilities for our use at the reunion. Several of my classmates were in practice in Columbia and were members. We spent Sunday afternoon checking out the club and then we enjoyed the pool. I knew Peggy was gonna be upset tonight when I first saw the bikini that Gladys had worn. That bikini was thin and skimpy and white and when it got wet you could see right through it just like she was naked -- and Gladys kept it wet all afternoon. And it fit tight with little rolls of fat from her stomach and thighs hanging over tantalizingly. If you liked a plump woman with soft handholds, this was your cup of tea. And I knew, somehow, Peggy was gonna blame me. It was gonna be MY fault. We lay quietly in the darkness for a few minutes before the inevitable happened. "Your girlfriend wanted to show you what you missed yesterday," Peggy said. "She might as well have been stark naked when that damn thing got wet. You never told me her beaver was so hairy." "What can I say?" I asked plaintively. "Five horny guys looking at an almost naked broad and five wives pissed off and that nerd laying in the sun reading a computer magazine and not noticing that his wife was running around almost starkers in front of his buddies." Somehow I always said the wrong thing. I was trying to make it seem less important. "Well, we'd all seen it before," I said. "Bastard! And you all enjoyed it before! All five of you guys had fucked that bitch! And you were remembering it as she walked around naked for your entertainment." "Darling, you were so nice to me last night that I hardly noticed Gladys in that bikini." "And it wasn't just me," Peggy said. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "It means that all five of you horny bastards got blowjobs last night. I talked to the gals and all of us had figured the same thing. It's the sports car thing." "The sports car thing?" I asked, puzzled. "Yeah. A dick is like an expensive sports car. The best way to be sure it stays out of trouble is to be sure it gets regularly serviced." "And where did you acquire that little tidbit of wifely knowledge?" I asked. "From Pam," Peggy said. "She's an expert on sports cars and ... well, on dicks as well." "And Pam is sure that Rusty is being properly serviced?" I asked. "She was the last time I talked to her. I think he's about ready to ask her the big question. I'm having lunch with her tomorrow when we get back." "She's in love with him?" I asked. "She's in love," Peggy said. "And that makes a woman helpless. She's trying to keep him satisfied -- he needs a lot of sex. And he's getting as much as he wants. She's afraid to complain about that whore Carolyn Ames. It's just like I was, when you were fucking that Detweiler bitch. I was scared to death of her, but I didn't dare say a word. All I could do was smile and try to please you and hope that you liked fucking me enough to make it permanent. Pam's in the same tough situation." "And you pleased me and I proposed," I said. "And I was so happy that I never said a word about that Detweiler bitch," Peggy said. "It will be the same with Rusty," I said. "He'll propose and then he'll quit fucking Carolyn Ames." "Men are such bastards," Peggy said. "But a woman can't live without one and when she finds the right man she'll do anything she has to do to get him." "And keep doing it?" I said softly, stroking her belly. "You horny bastard! Sam's wife was right." "What did Sam's wife say?" I asked. "She said that Sam made sure that the Detweiler bitch was here so the wives would all be user-friendly. And all five of us have been exactly that. You five horny bastards got more BJs and pussy than you could handle this weekend." "Oh I think I handled it rather well. And, Darling, the weekend isn't over yet." "Horny bastard!" Peggy said. "It's a good thing I'm still in love with you." I felt her body motions in bed as she spread her legs.

Matthew King Does Hollywood Ch. 01

Matthew King opened the door and reached to his left to turn on he light. "And this is the master bedroom." He said as soft lighting began to fill the cavernous space. His main bedroom was bigger than most people's houses, and its centerpiece was a round bed covered in red silk pillows and sheets. "Wow, you have a really very large bedroom." his girl for the night said as she gazed around at roaring fireplace and large panoramic view of Los Angeles. The girl Matt chose for the night had an accent, Portuguese or Spanish, he couldn't recall, but it didn't matter because he wasn't really interested too much in conversation. Matt was in his mid 20s, about six and a half feet tall, and weighed nearly 250 pounds. He exercised 4 hours a day, 6 days a week, and had a body to prove it. His hair was short and brown, and his eyes were a deep blue that every female he met easily got lost in. He was also immensely rich. After high school he had moved to L.A. and made a few pornos. One night at a club he was propositioned by a fan. She offered him 20,000 dollars to fuck her brains out for the weekend. His Jane had been none other than Paris Hilton, and after that weekend he became known to some of the most beautiful women in the world as the best fuck on earth. At the moment, he was giving a well known supermodel a tour of his 44 room Los Angeles home after he had his driver pick her up from her hotel and discreetly delivered to his home. Alessandra walked over to the large panoramic window to enjoy the view, and Matt took the opportunity to do the same. She was 5 10, about 105 pounds, and was wearing a short black dress that really showed off the body that had made her millions. She spun around to face Matt and gave him the very naughty smile that graced magazines world-wide. "You like it?" Matt asked with a knowing smile of his own. "Yes of course. It is beautiful, like you are beautiful." She said as she crossed the room toward the bed. She tossed her purse on the floor and crawled onto the soft sheets of the large round bed, keeping her eyes locked on Matt the entire time. Matt approached the bed but did not join her. Alessandra crawled over to him on her knees and began to unbutton his shirt. She strained her long neck upwards to try and kiss Matt, and pouted when she realized he was still too tall. Grinning he obliged her and leaned down to softly kiss her. Alessandra's breath quickened and her heart fluttered as their lips met for the first time. She twirled her tongue slowly against his as she lowered his shirt down over his bodybuilder figure. As soon as it was off she broke off the kiss and began to slowly caress his thick muscles. Her eyes narrowed with desire as she examined his broad chest and six pack of abs with her manicured nails. "Mmmmm so do you model too? She asked while absentmindedly squeezed his pecs. "You have an amazing body, Matt." "Nope never modeled. I can't sit still long enough to have my picture taken." He said as she continued to marvel at his god like physique. After a while he grabbed her 23 inch waist in his large hands and picked her up to wrap her in his strong arms. As he kissed her deeply for the second time he smiled to himself as her felt her small frame tremble slightly against the bulging muscles of his torso. He set her down so she stood facing him and reached behind her to unzip her dress. She quickly shrugged out of it and stood proudly before Matt, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her perfect tits toward him. Alessandra wore a lacy black bra that held her breasts up like two sun bronzed peaches. Her panties were also black lace and looked like they were made out of maybe two square inches of material. Alessandra beamed as Matt whistled in appreciation. He felt his previously controlled cock begin to stir as he made the universal hand gesture for "twirl around and let me see that ass." She did, and he was not disappointed. She grinned over her shoulder and playfully slapped her tight buns as Matt laughed. "Alessandra, YOU have an amazing body. Have you done any modeling?" he tried to say seriously as she turned back to face him. "You are so funny! You know I am model for Victoria's Secret!" She giggled sexily as Matt laughed with her. She stepped closer and slowly traced a line from his chest down to the top of his pants. "Now you show me?" she asked in a very sexy voice, looking almost straight up to look him in the eyes. Matt smiled and tossed her easily on to the bed. She shrieked with delight as she bounced into the soft satin covers. Matt slowly undid his belt and slid it out of the loops on his slacks. He could see the hopeful anticipation in her eyes, and smiled. He dropped his pants around his ankles and laughed out loud when her expression went from hope to amazement. His half hard cock and enormous balls had created an obscene bulge in his black jockey shorts. The fabric was straining to contain the growing python, and Alessandra gasped as Matt willed it to it full size. Slowly it expanded and slipped out of the top of his shorts, growing larger by the second. Matt kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, all the while watching her face turn from amazement to wanton lust. He pulled off his underwear and gave his dick a few short pulls to aid its hardening. After a few seconds it was fully hard and pointing almost straight up. "Is that real? Is that all you?", the young model whispered, pulling herself closer to the edge of the bed. "Ten inches long, 71/2 inches around." he confirmed as he walked towards her. Alessandra giggled as she watched it bounce as he approached the bed. "You have beautiful penis. Can I hold it?" She asked in a low voice, her eyes heavy lidded with lust. " You can do whatever you want with it as long as you call it a cock and not a penis." He replied, stroking it slowly and driving her crazy all the while. "Cock." She said, trying out the word, her heart ready to jump out of her chest. Alessandra reached out her right hand to grab it. Right before she could grab it, Matt flexed his pole, making it slap against his washboard abs. She gasped in surprise and began to giggle as Matt laughed at her reaction. "Stroke my cock, baby". Matt said as he took another step forward. "Mmmmmmmm yes sir". Alessandra moaned as she placed her right hand on the shaft of the pulsing dick waving in the air before her. Her small hand didn't come close to wrapping all the way around, so she put her left hand just under the flared ridge of its spongy head. "Cock" she repeated quietly as she began to slowly jack off the monster dick in her hands. "That's, right girl, jack that big cock." Matt groaned as he reveled in the feeling of her tiny hands manipulating his throbbing erection. Alessandra examined his manhood closely, running her fingers over its protruding veins, and gasped again as she fondled his giant balls, each the size of a cue ball. "Aaahhhh yeah, play with my balls." sighed Matt as she gave them a series of light squeezes, testing their sensitivity. After a while Matt took her hands off and grabbed his cock in his right hand. Reaching behind her head with his left, he gathered her hair into a loose pony tail. Before Alessandra could say anything Matt began to lightly rub the head and shaft of his thick member all over her beautiful face. She cooed with delight as he ran it over her soft lips and cute nose. She closed her eyes as he ran the head over her eyelids and cheeks. "Put out your tongue, gorgeous". he said, stroking himself and making her even hotter. She smiled and held out her tongue dutifully. Matt slapped it down on her tongue before he inserted the first few inches into her willing mouth. Without being told the slender model began to noisily suck Matt off, her tongue swirling around his cockhead and darting in and out of his piss-slit. Matt released her hair and groaned loudly with pleasure as precum began to flow from his staff. Happy with his obvious satisfaction, Alessandra began to slowly jack him off with both hands while she slurped wetly on his massive dick. She looked up at Matt and began to twist her hands around his shaft, spreading her saliva until his cock was glistening in the dim light. "You look so hot with my cock in your mouth baby." "Mmmmmmph...mmmmmm" Alessandra managed as her cheeks bulged in and out as she shoved her face down onto Matt's dick. "Mmmmm yeah......work that cock." Matt sighed as he gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. He ran his fingers through her silky hair and moaned loudly at the wet sucking noises coming from below. The young man closed his eyes and smiled as one of the world's most beautiful women gave him a long and sloppy blowjob. After ten minutes or so of heaven, Matt realized she had removed one of her hands from his rod. He looked down to find Alessandra had begun to rub the mound of her sex through the flimsy material of her panties. Matt carefully lifted her head from his dick and began to make out with her as he squeezed her firm tits through the thin lace of her bra. With a sudden move Matt tore Alessandra's bra and panties off in each hand, and the supermodel was completely nude. He shoved the stunned girl onto the bed and climbed on top of her. His hulking frame dwarfed the thin model. "Please fuck me!" she whispered hoarsely over and over. Matt's cock pressed against her stomach as he shoved his tongue down Alessandra's throat. She moaned into his mouth as he ground his shaft and balls against her sopping cunt. Matt raised himself to a pushup position over her and placed the head of his thick cock against the lips of her shaved pussy. Alessandra reached down and purred hotly as she guided the first few inches in. Both lovers groaned as they felt her hungry snatch begin to clutch at his big dick. "Please, fuck me with more cock........mmmmm I want more of your big cock in me Matt!" she cried as Matt began to work his prick into her ultra-tight pussy. "Oooooooooo shit!" Matt hissed as he crammed three more inches into her vise like slit. Her pussy was one of the tightest he'd ever had, and he was beginning to doubt the horny girl could take all ten inches. He pulled out and eased swiftly back in, adding two more inches and making Alessandra scream and claw at his chest. "Oh God you are deep! You are so fucking deep in my pussy!" She screamed as he withdrew and slid eight inches into her sweet hole. Alessandra's cries got quieter as Matt began to fuck her with 8 thick inches of cockmeat at a steady pace. Matt groaned loudly as he looked down at the goddess writhing on his cock. She watched wide eyed as Matt expertly fucked her with long, deep strokes. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as he increased his speed. 20 or so seconds later Alessandra screamed as her pussy clamped down onto Matt's cock and began to ripple up and down his shaft. He cursed loudly as he watched her face twist in agony at the huge orgasm his giant cock was giving her. Alessandra went limp for a minute and lay under Matt panting and whispering in Portuguese. He slowed his pace but never stopped fucking her. After a while she began to hump her hips up at Matt in a half-hearted effort to get more dick. She looked at him and smiled while biting her lip as she shoved her drooling pussy back at him. They did this for what seemed like hours, his steady fucking giving her periodic orgasms. He stared into her eyes as she would come, her fantastic body undulating helplessly beneath him. Eventually Matt had to switch positions or risk coming too soon. Matt sat up and laid back, and after a moment Alessandra was fucking herself slowly up and down on his thick pole. The supermodel moaned deeply as the big cock reached places no other man had. Matt played with her tits as he watched her pussy lips being pulled in and out by his thick dick. He grabbed her thin waist and held her still, loving the feel of her pussy constricting his manhood. Very deliberately he began to flex his cock inside the model. Alessandra's eyes flew wide-open and she held her breath as her perfect pussy clamped tighter onto Matt's massive tool. He then yanked her down hard, forcing the last of his dick into her spasming cunt. Immediately Alessandra began to shudder violently. Her screams filled the room as her overfilled cunt exploded in orgasm after orgasm. Matt continued to hold her firmly down, now grinding up into her clit while still flexing his giant pussy pleaser. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she went limp in his powerful hands. Matt was sure he had fucked the hot model unconscious. He had done it before to lesser girls, so he wasn't surprised. But he was amazed to feel her twat still contracting crazily around his cock. Knowing she couldn't last much longer, he decided to get the most out of the amazing pussy sucking at his dick. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind now, okay gorgeous?" Matt said as he began to maneuver the nearly comatose girl onto her knees. He did so without ever withdrawing from her slowly relaxing cunt. "Uhhhhhhhhh......big cock......I love your big cock....fuck me with your big cock please..." she whispered sexily as she looked back over her shoulder. Matt could only stare back at the goddess stuck on his dick. Alessandra's hair was a mess, but it only made her look sexier. He flexed his cock once more, eliciting a low purr from the supermodel. Matt gripped her delicate waist in his strong hands and pulled all but the head of his bulky cock from her airtight pussy. Before Alessandra could protest, the muscle-bound stud began to power-fuck his mammoth cock into her defenseless pussy with long, fast strokes. He could feel her cunt trying to pull his dick back in on his out strokes. Matt moaned loudly as he felt the momentum of his fucking smack his sperm swollen balls against Alessandra's clit. He was mesmerized by the sight of her taught ass bouncing off his cock and the sound of their hard bodies slapping wetly together. Without missing a beat, Matt grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her and used the extra leverage to increase the strength behind his fuck-strokes. `"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH JEEEEEZZZUS FUCK ME GOD FUCK ME FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME FUCKING FUCK ME!! Alessandra screamed as Matt went to work, battering and stretching her twat at ridiculous speeds. The poor girl's shrieks echoed throughout the room as her mind tried frantically to cope with the constant orgasm ripping through her body. After ten minutes or so, Matt saw her head drop and realized it was time to wrap it up. Pulling her back against his chest he allowed himself to lose control. He dropped her arms and began to maul her tits just as he felt his heavy balls jump. Yelling loudly he began to shoot the first of many ounces of cum directly into her womb. For nearly a minute he came, flooding the now unconscious model with his sperm. Matt let her fall forward onto the bed, grimacing as he worked his now sensitive dick out her come soaked pussy. He stood up from the bed and pulled some covers over the sleeping girl. Matt picked up her purse, and found her cell phone. Flipping it open he found the number he was looking for.

Frances Haddon's Pillow Book Pt. 01

*Hey all, here's yet another new story! This is my first attempt to write something vaguely British (Though not with proper spelling or colour, obviously.) If you're curious about other things I'm working on, please get in touch with me via my contacts information page here. And please, if you leave comments, don't feel the need to hide behind anonymity. I know my work isn't for everybody, but I have a proven track record of taking all criticism with grace and kindness, all being anonymous does is deprive me of the chance to learn from my mistakes and come to understand what might please you better. Enjoy! \--Veronica Divine* \*\*\*\*\* Dear Diary (Before we begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: I was complicit in every word you are about to read. There are times when I may embellish to suggest I'm powerless at times when I'm really not (because what can I say, it makes for a more scandalous read, doesn't it?) and with the exception of me hitting my own head on a bed at one point I was fully in charge of my faculties and choices. I could have said 'no' to anything that happened. I could have walked away. I chose not to, because as depraved and dark as these experiences were at times, they were exciting, and, being the pervert I'm slowly discovering myself to be, I wanted them. Now, with that disclaimer to make anything that might seem like dubious consent clear as enthusiastic consent, let's proceed, shall we?) Dear Diary Again, This has been the best 18th birthday party a girl could have. I got a new car, American, a beautiful little Red Camaro, new sunglasses, a pair of diamond earrings, and a new custom-made bra, since I outgrew the largest K-cup one I had. It's a good thing my mum and pop are so successful or we'd never be able to afford to keep my boobs up. It's quite comfortable. I tried it on along with the earrings before my bath tonight. They go great with my ginger-tinted black hair and pale crystal eyes. There I go again, expositing my own features to my own fucking Diary. No wonder the maid thinks I'm an egoist. But damnit, Diary, what can I say? I look good. Ugh, now I'm going to have a go at myself in the shower. I don't know what's with me lately, but I just can't seem to take sex off my brain. I keep trying to push it to the back of my mind, but there it is again. Last night I dreamed I was getting worked over by "The Ordinary Boys", only they were making \*me\* sing. Is it normal for a virgin to have such elaborate sex dreams? I'll write to you again, dearest darling most adorable diary, when I get to my new home at Cobham Hall. Out on my own, away from my parents for the first time. I think it's going to be a ton of fun! \*\*\*\*\* My spirits sang as I walked across the campus towards the south Tudor wing of Cobham Hall. The campus was beautiful, the air was crisp and cool (which had the unfortunate side effect of making my fat nipples poke through my tee-shirt a bit) and I was about to meet my dorm-mates. There were to be three of them, one second year and two older girls. In addition to the tee-shirt I had easy moving clothes... shorts, a thong, my birthday bra, and sensible ugly shoes. My spirits dropped however when I finally opened the door to the room. The first thing I took in was the size of the place. The room was far smaller than any place I'd ever lived by myself, and here I was, about to be grouped with three others in it. The second problem was the STATE of the place. There were clothes everywhere, left-over food wrappers, and other nasty nick-nacks. Lastly, there were my roommates themselves. All three of their eyes popped out, fixing on my chest like everyone always does at first. We all just stood in silence a moment taking each other in. "Ahhhhh, so you're the new filth." Said the tallest of the three, a slim Red-head with short hair. She was curvy, but nowhere near as curvy as me, with some nicely defined muscles. Her green eyes traveled up and down my form in a way usually only done by men. In one hand, she held a bright red apple that she was lazily tossing up and down. That was a little intimidating, but I was far more frightened by the long black riding crop she held in her other. I sincerely hoped she was about to go saddle up. The next girl was petite in all dimensions save one. Despite her being short and slight and somewhat flat-chested, her ass curved out like a pear, high and rounded. She was wearing thick-rimmed black glasses that matched her jet-black long hair, currently done up in a bun. "No no, Denise, call her by her proper name. Clearly she's called Titty-McBrabuster Wobblemelons." She taunted. "No. Filth is Filth." Said the third girl, a blonde with astonishing gold eyes, her smile was malicious as well and I could only swallow as she moved around behind me to lock the door with an audible CLICK. "What's going on?" I asked, setting down my purse. I wished I had stuff, but my valet wouldn't be bringing it for a few hours at least. "Ohhhh nothing, love... we're just all going to be good friends here is all." The blonde caressed my cheek. "I'm Sylvia." She said, abruptly giving my bum a friendly spank. "Yes we are." Said the Brunette. "I'm Matilda. I'm your age, but ahead of my class so I've already been here a year. "You just have to learn some rules first." Ginger Denise said, standing right in front of me, her impressive breasts nearly touching my more impressive ones. "What rules?" I asked, swallowing hard, intimidated by her confidence and proximity. "Rule number 1." She said, whipping her hand out and grabbing my Tee-shirt, TEARING it open from the collar down. She whistled at the sight of my bra, roughly spinning me to let Matilda unhook it and Sylvia pull the cups from my tits. I had never been stripped so fast! "Bloooooody hell, she's a fucking L-CUP!" Sylvia hooted, staring at my label. Denise scowled, turning me back around. "Rule number ONE!" Denise Growled. I opened my mouth to ask why she was being so mean and she silenced me with a swat of the riding crop across my thigh. "RULE NUMBER ONE!" She roared. "I am TOP BITCH around here. That means my boobs are the biggest!" I blinked in astonishment, "Well you can hardly do anything about my--" She interrupted me by giving my right breast a meaty slap with her hand, the huge chest-melon wobbling all over. I opened mouth again only to be reward by her smacking the other one. "Ladies? Confiscate her tits. She's lost boob-having privileges for the week." Denise barked it out like an order and Sylvia and Matilda set on me, roughly gripping me as they spun and pushed me around between them. I was disoriented, so t took me a moment to realize they had a thick roll of some black material, they were binding it around my torso. The stuff seemed to grip to itself and they pressed in hard. Soon I was bound up, bosom painfully smooshed flat. Sylvia slipped a new shirt over my head, spinning me now to face the mirror. I looked flat-chested...and kind of fat. Denise stepped up to me again, tangling a hand in my hair and bringing my face down into her now only bra-clad breasts, grinding me into her cleavage. She slowly ground me in to the softness. "That's right bitch. Bigger than yours now. Hey girls! I think she likes it!" She cackled, jiggling her torso to batter my head around. She wasn't entirely wrong... I was in a little pain and utterly humiliated, but something about the sheer lewdness of what was happening to me made my pussy tingle. Finally Denise cast me off, and I tripped a bit on a lower bunk, sitting down hard. "Rule number TWO!" Denise barked, reaching under the mattress of the bunk above me. She produced something absurd I could only stare at. "If you're gonna hang with us, you have to be able to fucking handle a real man!" She leveled the object for my face and slowly yet forcefully crammed it against my lips. "Open up, bitch!" My life at home was sheltered. I knew what I was looking at was a reasonable simulacrum of, well, a male organ. But of the few of those I'd seen in life, THIS one was huge, easily a full 8 inches long and as thick as a broom handle. Now the thick head of this...this dildo, was being bludgeoned against my lips. Seeing now choice in the situation I parted my full lips and dropped my jaw, only hoping that this psychopath wasn't going to kill me. I'm not sure if she was or not. She stuck it in, just the first few inches at first, letting it sort of rest on my lower lip. "SUCK!" She commanded as she wiggled it around, viciously challenging every angle of my mouth. It made the strangest noise as I sucked, a sort of slurpy rhythm broken up by the way she wrenched it around. That weird little demon that lives inside me seemed to like this noise, and my face turned bright red as my sex went from merely tingly to wet. I hoped the moisture wasn't showing through my shorts. I was sure if this madwoman realized I was aroused there would only be more exotic punishments in store for me. My reverie was interrupted by her thrusting it in deep, an audible gagging noise filling the room. I brought my arms up...I could have pushed her away or slapped the thing out of my hand, but some part of my wanted to prove myself. Instead I did a curious thing; locking eyes defiantly with her I reached up and gently caressed the large testicles at the base of the fake dick. She looked in shock, not sure what to make of that. Then I crammed forward, letting the big thing enter my throat. That was a mistake. I gagged hard, choked, and nearly puked, whipping my head back to allow freedom and air, accidentally smacking my head on the top bunk with a resounding \*CRACK\* I was out like a light. \---------- \------------- Dear Diary, My dreams have been odd lately. They're all...dirty. In my dreams, people are always taking their clothes off, licking each other, groping... everything is always glistening wet. Bodies are sweating. It's raining. I don't understand it. I'm a good girl! I swear to you diary, I never used to spend so much time thinking of all this stuff, now it's always on my mind, even when I'm asleep. After I hit my head, I woke up in a strange room, with beds and pillows all over. Then a door opened and \*I\* walked in. I was dressed in a strange red outfit, leather I think, and bright red. A tiny top held up my huge tits from the bottom, the tops of my areolas peaking above the rims of the cups, and beneath I wore only a black thong with fire painted on the crotch. I also had horns...tiny ones, and might have seen a tail swishing around back there. "What is this? Who are you?" "I'm you." She said. "The real you. I'm the little Demoness you have lurking inside. The one that knows what it wants and is going to start going for it real soon." "And what is it I want, huh?" "You know the answer to that. And you shall have it. And don't worry...we're going to get revenge on those bitches you're bunked with too." She sashayed over to me, lifted one of my tits in her palm and let it drop with a bounce. The second I felt the tug, I snapped awake. \--------------------- The tug I felt was the pressure of my poor bound up boobs. You just can't conceal as much sheer bosom tonnage as I have without causing some fairly serious discomfort. I blinked and looked around. I seemed to be in some sort of gymnasium, large and desolate... but this one was filled with people in varying states of chaos. There were maybe 50 of us, all around the same age, all looking confused and scared. Half were women, half, oddly enough for a female boarding school, were men. One gender was indeterminate because they were so thoroughly wrapped up in duct tape, nothing about them could be determined, apart from their obvious wriggling discomfort. It became clear to me that I was the only one who had been unconscious, and one of the few unbound at the hands or ankles. I stood and walked around, looking for a way out. The doors, alas, were chained shut, and when I caught my reflection I was humiliated to see various words drawn on my face in makeup. "Slut." "Filth" "Bitch." "Whore." Then there was the crudely drawn outline of a penis on my forehead. My face flushed crimson. Suddenly, as though planned in ceremony, two locked doors to the male and female locker rooms burst open, and in strutted an older boy and an older girl I had never seen. The male, a tall, handsome, athletic looking brunette with one of those awful "Faux-hawk" hairstyles swaggered an extra step forward, speaking to us all in a booming churlish drawl. "Good afternoon, Filth. Welcome to the last part of your initiation. My name is Nigel, and I represent the contingent of boys from the Rochester Golf Club down the road. I have bad news, ladies...if you look around you; these are the only boys you're going to be allowed to fraternize with during your time here at Cobham Hall. If I do so say so myself, I've never seen a sadder, punier bunch of little bitchboys in my whole life. And I've seen a lot of filth." Then the girl stepped forward. She was blonde, slender, tall, blue-eyed, with a cruel smirk that seemed to be perpetually engraved on her face. "Well-put Nigel. I don't think the boys are in luck either. Look at these bitches! I don't think a one of them has a brain in her head or a boob in her bra. Your fellows will be lucky if these sad things can figure out which bits of them the dick is supposed to go in. Shall we?" "Allison, we shall." He responded, and the two of them wandered amongst us. Each had part of a deck of playing cards, and as they passed, they handed (or in duct-taped boy-or-girl's case, stuck) a card to each of us "Filth" as we had apparently become known. As they did so, other older boys and girls began to march in. It was a much larger group than the assembled Filth, which was not surprising since it comprised every 19, 20, and 21-year old between the two institutions. Three years against one. So this was how hazing worked. Now I saw my roommates again, Denise as usual at the head of them, the three surrounding me yet again. I began to wonder if their three bodies leering over me would be how I would always remember the trio. "SMITH!" Shouted Nigel. Three boys pulled a scared looking ginger forward, taking from him the card he'd been assigned earlier, the 9 of spades. "THIS ONE!" Allison called in response, indicating a mousy young girl with a 9 of clubs. The six boys and girls who were in charge of each of them marched their respective victims together, into the locker rooms. The Gym was silent for maybe 15 minutes. Then the door swung open, the nameless girl sheepishly walking back into the room. She was red from head to toe, humiliated clearly, and walked in mincing little steps. The three girls with her did not attempt to stop her as she fled the gym. The boy, Smith, never emerged. I found this part the most frightening. I waited. And waited. And waited. The ritual continued and girl after girl fled the gym. Some were quiet. Some sullen and ash faced. A few left bawling in tears. One left completely wet, her perky nipples showing through her soaked blouse. My roommates made small talk, discussing the weather, or pointing out things they thought about the different Filth. The three made a pact that after things were done here; they were going to sneak into town to go get some unlady-like drinks at one of the pubs a few miles away. Hours and hours later I was the last present. "Haddon." Nigel intoned, not bothering to shout to the much emptier gymnasium. He simply pointed at me, then at the one who bore my card, a short, nervous looking little man with large glasses and a stupid looking necktie. Denise, Sylvia and Matilda grabbed my shoulders and back, leading me into the locker room. The awkward looking boy was chucked in as well. "You're lucky, Filth." Said Denise. "We've decided to go easy on you since we already put you in your place pretty well back in the room." "You're not getting off so lucky." Nigel said to the still un-named boy. "We're gonna let you off light here, maybe even let you have a little fun. But later tonight we're gonna beat the shit outta you. Sleep with one eye open, bitch-boy." Nigel backed it up with a crack of his Knuckles. I could tell this guy was an asshole already, but that just threw it into overdrive. "Now then." One of the other boys added. "Let's introduce you, then." He cleared his throat. "Frances Haddon, this is Jack Lassater. Jack, Frankie." One of the boys slapped him on the back of the head, just to be a bastard. Now Denise stepped closer to use. "Your mission is simple, Jack. We just want you to cut Frankie's shirt open." She produced a pair of scissors. "We don't want you to hurt her, now." His voice cracked. "Uh, okay. Um. Sorry Frankie." I scowled. If he were a real man couldn't he say no? Take his lumps? Then I noticed one of Nigel's fellow classmates folding his arms. He made Nigel look as weak as Nigel made Jack look! The damned things were like a pair of prizewinning hogs growing right from his shoulders, heavy and thick. One punch from one of those would probably shatter poor little Jack's brain-pan. I was instantly flooded with sympathy. The girls had been rough on me, sure, demeaning even, but there was no need for such direct violence, such a contemptuous display. I resigned myself to hold still, let him cut my shirt, and maybe even give him a little show. I thought of it as giving a dying man his final pleasure. He was nervous, his hands trembled, and I was more than a little worried he would slip and stick me somewhere sensitive. He slowly, carefully moved his hands, breath shaky as more and more of my shirt split. When he reached the level of the binding, he paused, slipping the scissors cold against my skin to delicately sunder the nagahide that bound me. Here he had to have the patience of a locksmith, sloooowwwwly cutting the binding and shirt away, leaning in close to make absolutely sure he was not cutting skin, yet still making progress. He only had to be about 75% of the way done for the explosion to happen. So much titflesh compressed into such a small place was more than a match for the stitches of cloth he was still working on, and my boobs launched out! The colossal pair wrapped right around his head, totally swallowing his head into my cleavage, the shreds of my shirt fell to the floor, and the scissors were launched from his grip with such force that they stabbed into the wall. The boys in the room gasped and stared appreciatively. Sylvia and Matilda giggled. Denise's eyes flashed down to her own rack and back to mine, a look of jealousy plain on her face. A little part of me was even proud as absurd as the situation was. Pride turned to horror when the cameras came out. All three of the girls has been hiding them at the ready until this moment and now there were flashes and clicks everywhere, shot after shot my exposed tits with a boy sandwiched between them, shot after shot of him pulling back sheepishly, hair tousled, shot after shot of me blushing redder and redder, my humiliation growing by the moment. Finally they had enough it seemed and the boys walked out. Denise came close, shoving Jack's head back into my boobs one last time as she spoke to me. "We own you now filth. Step out of line one millimeter and these pictures become screensavers, posters, and postcards that get mailed to your parents. Got it?" She asked. I shook my head in overwhelmed terror. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because this is how you're supposed to treat filth. Because I don't like you. Most of all though, dear, filth, because it's fun." She shot back. Then with a single playful tweak of one of my thimble-sized nipples she strode from the room, the other girls in tow. Jack and I stood there a long moment, basking in what had just happened, our shared humiliation hanging thick in the air like the fog on a moor. But shame was slowly replaced by anger. That Demoness who lived inside me was \*not\* pleased to see me laid low like this, and she was already contemplating revenge. My brain flicked through idea after idea, no quite knowing the best form for vengeance to take. Then I looked down. "Oh...My...God!" I exclaimed, both hands going to my mouth. "What is it?" Jack asked, seeming perhaps at least a little relieved that silence had been broken. "What is THAT?" I asked pointing at the enormous bulge tenting the front of Jack's trousers. He blushed and stammered a moment. "Do I uh...do I really have to tell you? I'm sorry but you're uhhh, your..." He sheepishly stuck out a finger, poking my mammoth left boob. "Got me excited." Suddenly revenge clicked into place, and I would get to satisfy my inner Demoness in other ways as well. I set my plan into motion. "Hey Jack...you don't wanna go back to the country club and get beaten up by those boys, do you?" I asked. "Of course not. But I have nowhere else to—"I interrupted him by simply leaning forward, giant jug totally obscuring his face and silencing him. "You're going to come stay with me." I said. "Is that allowed?" He asked. "I don't care." The Demoness answered. Dear Diary, it isn't that sex is a complete mystery to me. I know what it is. I know how to do it. But my parents have always kept me under such a close watch I've just never gotten to have it yet. Oh I took my own virginity out of curiosity when I was young, and I experimented and played. I watched it at times. Never porn on the internet; it just doesn't excite me if it isn't real, but whenever I happened to catch a glimpse of nudity, or saw something interesting happening through a window or a keyhole, I was entranced. It felt like an eternity till we reached my room, him hunching slightly to keep his bulge from being too obvious, me with a towel wrapped awkwardly around my top. It covered my nipples, but barely, my tits were just generally too large to contain. Luckily it was late, and while we saw a person or two, they were always heading off somewhere else. I think most of the rest of "The Filth 'were sequestering themselves in their rooms after going through humiliating experiences like I had, while the older girls were off in town, living up their domination. A domination that in my case was about to end. When we got into the room I chucked the towel aside and sat down on Denise's bunk, the other one on the ground level like mine. "Come here." I said beckoning for him to stand right in front of me. "I have GOT to see this!" Nervously he came close, clearly sort of afraid of the titanic tits that had so recently punished him, but clearly drawn by them as well. He had kept his impressive hardon for the whole walk over, and I could only marvel at its apparent size. Still I found myself running a hand over it, drawing a shuddering breath from him as I caressed. Then my fingers found his zipper. I took it down slowly, unbuckled and unbuttons, sliding his pants down, thumbs hooking the waistband of his pants so that they came down with his trousers, my eyes widening as he was exposed, centimeter after centimeter of long shaft coming into view. He was bigger than any boy I'd ever seen. Bigger than my fantasies. The thing was EVEN larger than Denise's dildo I'd choked on earlier! "Oh JACK!" I exclaimed. "You're ENORMOUS!!" He blushed deep, shoulders barely shrugging as if not knowing what to say. I groped around the bed and grabbed the toy after a brief frantic search, finding it beneath her mattress. Returning I held his cock up to it, pleased to see that I was right. His dick was at least an inch longer and so thick that if I held his dick in front of the dildo, it was completely obscured from sight. This was a fucking monster! I threw the dildo aside and begin to jerk the enormous thing in my hand...it was so thick my fingers weren't even close to meeting around it and I added a second hand so he'd get full coverage. We both laughed as my giant knockers slapped together from the sheer amount of jiggling that happened when I beat off the 9 inch prick. While I jacked away I leaned sideways, peering down at the plump pair of balls beneath, they hung in his scrotum like a couple of Italian plumbs. There was something mesmerizing in the way they swayed and swung in their wrinkly sack. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I leaned forward, just burying myself in his nasty ball bag, grinding my lips, tongue, and face all over it, rubbing his nuts on every millimeter of my countenance. He reached down, sheepishly rubbing at a big tit as I did so. I leaned back for him, holding my breasts aloft so that his nutsack could rest in the crook of my cleavage. "Do you like having big balls?" I asked innocently, leaning my face down to tongue them right where they rested on my breasts. "Most of the time." He said, voice cracking. "Do you like having huge boobs?" I let them fall, sandwiching them fully between my tits now as I elevated myself to begin to lick and lap at his cockhead. This was the first real blowjob I had ever given, but I somehow suspected I might be pretty good at it, especially at how he moaned and groaned as I worked. I know it makes no sense, but for some reason, it made me really wet. "Only when their getting handled by a stud like you." I managed between slurps and licks. I took his dick in a bit now, filling my mouth head and shaft, cheeks hollowing as I slowly sucked. He was definitely enjoying it and I could feel the big cockhead flare in my mouth. "I can't BELIEVE how big they are!" He said as he kept fondling my massive meaty milk mounds. "Mlllph mlph mlph mlph!" Was all I could get out around the huge cock, drooly strands of precum starting to pour from my lower lip. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, a great sheet of slobber spilling out as he did, stepping back; he seemed to grow in confidence as he asked, "How big are they?" "I have to have my bras custom made in America... these girls are 38 L cups." I answered proudly, squeezing them together for him. He groaned at hearing the number, stepping forward to drive his cock between them, stabbing the head for my chest. He was huge, but my tits were so large he could simply fuck them straight on. I bounced them up and down on him, and then sort of tossed his cock from tit-to-tit, battering the mighty organ around. He took a sort of revenge; seizing his cock by the base and smacking it over the tops of my tits, making them jiggle and ripple. I was learning things about men tonight! "You like that?" I asked. He could only moan, pulling back again and taking a few deep breaths. I think he was trying to avoid cumming. Then that adorable confidence overcame him again, which seemed funny coming out of such a small young man, even if he was big where it counted. "Suck my big fat cock." He growled, tapping my lips with the head. I sucked it in. This time going for depth like with the dildo. I surprised myself, getting deeper and deeper, able to ignore the briefest warnings from my gag reflex as I got maybe seven inches of him inside. I could see in a mirror that my throat was bulging obscenely and some tears started from my eyes as I fought to get more in, gagging harder. He mauled my big tits. "Come on! Suck it deeper!" He groaned. I gave him the finger, but crammed down, horrifically gagging as I got the 8th thick inch in. A guttural noise escaped my throat along with big ropes of precum, my hands alternating between tugging his plump balls and pinching at my own nipples when he wasn't fondling them. The sounds clearly alarmed him a bit, and he pulled back so that I could breathe. I fought to take air into my lungs, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I did so. Recovered somewhat I jammed back down, fitting the 8th inch into my face again, hands pawing at his balls, tugging them towards my lips as I gagged and gargled on his gynormous prick. He moaned and pulled my nipples gently. "Could you fit more of me if we used your pussy instead?" He asked with a grin. Suddenly I wrenched forward, swallowing the last inch of him, nasty spumes of precum and slobber erupting from my mouth and nostrils. I wasn't ready for that yet, I'd decided, but I was still determined to bring him off here and now. I used the fact that I had all of him as best I could. Time on my oxygen was running out, so I ground his balls into my spermy chin, swallowing on him over and over, barely bobbing my head so that my esophagus could crush his cockhead again and again in hot wet velvety throat. "Oh Frankie! I'm...I'M...Oh GAWWWWWW—" He shouted, eyes rolling back as he let go, balls clenching up mightily. I was unprepared for the speed with which his first shot slammed into my throat, and I gargled it back out with a nasty noise. Still spraying the huge cock unmercifully blasted between my eyes as I leaned down to cough, blinding me. Rearing back in shock another heavy wet load caromed off my big left tit, splattering hot across my rib cage as I lay on my back. Jack only stepped in, jerking and jacking his enormous tool, reveling in his shots as they fired and fired. Big wads found my stomach and tits and throat and face, and they were still firing away. Now more prepared I curled back up, my cum-covered body leaning over his dick to suck away at it, taking load after load after load, gargling as it filled up my mouth, but being very careful not to swallow. He watched in curiosity as I drained his balls the rest of the way in this manner, still losing some to streak down to my tits as his erection and aim wavered. Now vengeance would be mine. I ROLLED all over Diane's bed, getting under the covers, letting my spunk covered body soak her sheets and blanket. Nastiest of all I held my face over the pillow and just unleashed the huge load of thick spooge I'd been collecting in my mouth, making an absolute mess of her things. Jack's jaw was agape, he stared half-horny half in horror at what I'd done. I turned to him, giving his balls an affectionate squeeze. "She's gonna learn her lesson somehow. If she messes with either of us again you're gonna fuck me on that bed until it's my cream she's sleeping in. Got it?" He was stunned at the complete transformation that seemed to have come over me. Maybe put off by it a little. What could I say? The Demoness was out now. Dear Diary, I sucked my first dick today. It was real big, and veiny, and hairy and gross...and I loved every second of it. I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop. I guess I'm lucky I started with such a big boy, because I don't know if I can even settle for less in the future. I can't wait to feel what one is like between my...other lips. I think I'm going to like this school after all. I don't know how late it was when the girls stumbled home, but it was really late. They smelled faintly of booze and seemed tired, chattering only briefly with one another in the dark room while I pretended to be asleep. They all sank into their bunks, apparently Denise being the last to do so, because that was when I heard the shriek. Leaping up, I ran across the room and grabbed her hair, grinding her face into the spunk-covered pillow she was laying her head on. "Awwww poor little-tittied Denise." I sneered above her. "Who's fucking filthy now? Huh? You like all that fucking ball cream on your slut face? She whimpered and thrashed, helpless from the angle and paralyzed by her disgust. Leaning down I lifted her face, enveloping its cream-covered features between my tits. Then to her horror she heard the flash of the camera. "Who owns who now?" I hissed. I wrote as much in my diary later, I think I'm going to like this school after all.

Don't Fuck the Flowers

"Have you ever fucked a fish?" Ennis Ezquerra chose to drop that little gem, casual-like, around the campfire during mess. "Ezquerra, what the fuck are you talking about?" Donald Finney asked. The whole unit knew Ezquerra was a completely disgusting fucker with few, if any, redeeming social graces. Picture the greasiest excuse for a building super you could think of. You know, the kind of lardass that spends his days squatting in the basement of a part-firetrap, part-cockroach breeding factory in a white string vest covered in yellow food stains and fuck knows what else. You can see him now, right? Lank greasy hair combed over a bald spot. Flesh broiled pink like a slightly off lobster. That would be Ennis Ezquerra's slightly more presentable brother. To anyone looking at him, it would be a mystery why the military admitted such an obvious slob as Ezquerra, but that would be because they weren't looking hard enough. Beneath that pudgy flesh Ezquerra had muscle. Slabs and slabs of muscle. He was a quick fucker as well. Finney knew from their casual pigskin games you did not want to get hit by Ezquerra at full speed. Ezquerra had played linebacker for his college. He might have gone all the way to the pro leagues if it hadn't been for that unfortunate incident with the college mascot. 'She looked all purty with her long silky hair,' Ezquerra offered as explanation to anyone who asked. Everyone knew Ezquerra was a dirty fucking bastard who'd fuck anything so long as it had a hole. Alive and female preferably, but Ezquerra wasn't exactly picky. Any hole's a goal, as he was fond of saying. "Okay, Ezquerra," Jack Richter said. "Just how in the fuck do you fuck a fish?" Did they really want the answer to that question? Finney thought. "Well you catch it fresh," Ezquerra started. He was currently holding his combat knife. "So it's still wriggling like crazy. You get your knife and you run it down its belly just like this," he mimed on empty air with his knife. "Then you slide the little whore right over your boner. I tell you it feels fucking incredible with the little bitch wriggling away like a bastard, her guts sliding all over your cock." The squad was shocked into silence. "How do you know it's a she?" Finney asked. "Well I ain't exactly going to picture it as a he am I," Ezquerra said. Phil Sutherland, the new boy, looked like he was about to throw up. "Not hungry anymore?" Ezquerra said, eyeing up the other man's canteen. "I'll take that then, Sonny." W.D. Kaufman shook his head. "Ezquerra, you are one muthafuckin' disgustin' individual." And that was how Fish Fucker came to be called Fish Fucker. \* \* \* \* "Zat your girlfriend back home?" Ezquerra asked. Finney hadn't heard Ezquerra enter the tent. He was staring at a photo of him and Brooke Cartwright. They were standing against a railing with Niagara Falls in the background. He'd dug it out to get a little reminder of home. "Yeah," Finney replied. It was the easy answer. The reality was a little more complex. He liked her. She was sweet. She had a hot body. But... She was his first and only girlfriend. They'd been high school sweethearts. They'd been together nearly four years now. He hadn't planned for it to last that long. It was school. Practise. Now she was starting to talk the serious stuff—marriage, kids, mortgages, that kind of stuff. Stuff that scared the shit out of him. He stared at the photo. He didn't think he loved her. "Miss her?" Ezquerra asked. "Yeah," Finney said. Again, it was the easy answer. "Or do you miss the...oomph?" Ezquerra didn't really need to add the fist pump for Finney to understand what he meant. "Fuck yeah," Finney replied. Now that was a truthful answer. He'd been out here for a month now. His sock had developed a crust no amount of washing would ever shift. "Found something that'll fix that," Ezquerra said, displaying heretofore unseen levels of crypticity. Finney looked at him with a puzzled expression. Ezquerra tapped his nose and led him out the back of the tent. Finney shook his head. He was probably going to regret this. He followed Ezquerra as he led him a short way out of the small camp, up a short incline and around a rocky bluff. There was vegetation here, if it could be called that. This wasn't Earth. Yeah, that was the biggest complexity of all. He'd told Brooke he'd been stationed out in the desert for manoeuvres. That was all he'd been allowed to tell her. It was partly correct. The part he'd neglected to mention was the desert didn't happen to be on Earth. The scientists called it H-Space. It was some kind of weird alternate dimension they'd busted a doorway into. It sounded more exciting than it actually was. Once the initial *wow!* factor wore off it was the same old lugging heavy packs through rocks and dirt. "Where we going, Ezquerra?" Finney asked as they picked their way up a steep hillside. "Sumfink I found," Ezquerra said. "It's fucking awesome." Ezquerra's definition of 'fucking awesome' included a wide variety of things, some of which were totally gross and disgusting. Finney followed him anyway. The sky was a constant reminder they weren't on Earth. It was a roiling mass of purples and pinks, like bruised flesh. It always looked like it was on the verge of a storm, but Finney had never experienced one, or even seen rain. The vegetation looked like clumps of grass and small shrubs, but it was red—like blood—instead of green. It also had a disconcerting habit of moving when not looked at directly. The scientists said it was an optical illusion. One of the theories was H-Space had weird magnetic fields that screwed around with perception. They certainly screwed around with the equipment. Nothing electronic worked correctly out here. It was like being back in the nineteenth century—grunts and shovels. They were about a week's hard slog from the entrance camp and they had to rely on guys on bicycles to courier messages back and forth. Crazy. They rounded a rocky corner and Finney suddenly found himself looking down on an idyllic oasis. Pretty, he thought. A small waterfall emerged from about halfway up the sheer rock face and cascaded down into a small pool. Lush vegetation sprouted around the water. Again, it wasn't like Earth vegetation. The leaves and stems were coloured in fleshy tones rather than verdant greens. The colours leant a strangely erotic feel to the plants. There was something oddly sensual and sinful in the way the branches twisted and tangled over each other. "Will you look at these beauties," Ezquerra said. He stood next to a large bush. Large flesh-coloured flowers emerged from the dense tangle of vegetation on thick red stems. The back of each flower was bulbous and pinkish-red in colour. The petals were fused together into a circular shape about the same diameter as a soccer ball. Finney wondered why Ezquerra had taken an interest in them. He didn't exactly seem the horticulture type. "Don't you think it looks just like a sweet little cunny," Ezquerra said, turning one of the flowers to face Finney. Finney suspected a lot of things looked just like a 'sweet little cunny' to Ezquerra. Surprisingly, on this occasion he was inclined to agree with him. The flower looked like a woman's groin. The opening at the centre of the flower was a purplish-pink vertical slit lined with fleshy-looking flanges—like labia. It lay at the heart of an inverted triangle that curved down and into a fold which looked like two thighs pressed tightly together. The resemblance was uncanny—like someone had cut out the crotch of a life-size nude centrefold and attached it to a stalk. There was even what looked like a patch of brown fluff above the opening, about where the pubic hair would be on a woman. Fuck, he really needed to get laid if he was seeing flowers that looked like women's privates, he thought. "You know what," Ezquerra whispered. "Feels like one too." Then, before Finney had a chance to look away or even steel himself, Ezquerra dropped his pants. Fuck. That was a sight Finney didn't want to see. It was like a gruesome car crash. Finney couldn't look away. Ezquerra stood there with his stubby little cock growing from his crotch like an angry red mushroom. "Dude! What the fuck?" Finney said. "Gonna fuck the flower, what do you think," Ezquerra replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He spotted Finney's disgusted expression. "It's awesome, dude," he said. "It's like this is a magical sex toy plant or sumfink." He grabbed one of the large flowers and steered it down to his crotch. He noticed Finney was still staring at him. "No gawkers," he said. "It's a big bush. Go round the other side." He turned his attentions back to the flower. "Ooo, c'mere you slut." Finney shook his head. He moved off. He really didn't want to see Ezquerra hump the plant. No amount of bleach would be strong enough to purge that image from his brain. He walked around the other side of the large shrub. Ezquerra did have a point. The flowers did look a lot like sex toys. Sex toys growing on trees. What a fucked up place H-Space was. Finney ran a hand over one of the petals. Hey, that felt pretty good. Smooth—like soft skin—and warm too. He ran his hand over the curve of the flower and down under the inverted triangle. Weird. It really felt like he was caressing the private parts of a girl. It brought back memories of making out with Brooke, with his hand down in her panties. "Ooo slut. You like it hard don't you, slut." Finney stifled a giggle. Fucking Fish Fucker. He ran a finger along the fleshy flanges lining the slit. Just like labia. His finger moved down into the groove and then slipped inside a warm orifice with moist walls. It came away covered in some kind of slippery secretion. He brought it up to his nose. That was different at least. The substance smelt sweet. Like nectar or honey. Finney was surprised to find himself pulling down his trousers. There was a heavy scent in the air. He felt antsy. He was acutely conscious it had been over a month since he'd last got laid. He placed a hand around the fleshy bulb of a flower and brought it level with his already hard cock. He paused. Was he really going to do this? Why not? The flower was just a masturbation aid, no different from using a Fleshlight or other similar sex toy. His doubts vanished the moment he pushed his cock into the orifice at the centre of the flower. Okay, so that felt considerably better than he was expecting. The tube inside the flower was tight, long and moist with slippery nectar. It was also warm and stretchy, properties he hadn't expected in a plant. It looked like flesh. It felt like flesh. It fit his hardon like a snug glove. Finney placed both hands on the bulb behind the flower to get a good grip and thrust his cock back and forth into the wet interior. The flower made squelching sounds as his cock plunged into nectar-filled depths. It was tight enough for him to feel a little suction on his cock every time he pulled back for the next stroke. Oh fuck, this felt good. Really fucking good. Way better than a crusty old sock. Pent up for weeks, it didn't take Finney long to start coming. The moment he felt his orgasm peaking he thrust his cock all the way into the soft squishy depths at the heart of the flower. He held it there and enjoyed the sticky clasp of the flower walls as his cock throbbed and pumped thick gouts of semen into the well of the unusual bloom. Ahh fuck. He needed that. He slipped his cock out and let the flower bob back. "Told you it was fucking awesome." Finney jumped. Ezquerra was standing behind him and staring at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Dude," Finney said, scrambling to pull up his pants. "Didn't your folks teach you anything about privacy?" Ezquerra shrugged. "Four brothers, three sisters. Small house," he said. He rubbed a hand over a fleshy petal. "Told you it felt like a woman's cunny," he said. "What did you call yours?" "Call?" "I named mine Veronica," Ezquerra said. "Reminded me of a big-titted slut back home." Finney shook his head. "Ezquerra, you are one fucked up individual." They headed back to the camp. \* \* \* \* As he cleaned himself off later that evening, Finney noticed the flower had left a yellowish-orange residue on his cock. He got most of it off and thought no more of it until he was woken in the middle of the night by a raging itch in his groin. Fuck you Ezquerra, Finney thought. If that fat fuck had talked him into shoving his dick into the extra-dimensional equivalent of poison ivy he was going to personally kneecap the greasy bastard. He spent an uncomfortable night tossing and turning in his sleeping bag. In the morning he was dreading finding his cock had picked up a rash, or had turned red, or purple, or any other fucking weird colour. How the fuck would he explain that to the medics at Camp Helmuth? Uh yeah. I thrust my unprotected cock into an alien flower because Fish Fucker told me it'd feel good. Thankfully, his cock hadn't broken out in a rash. Or turned an unusual shade of colour. The itch hadn't gone away though, and he had an uncomfortable day trying to manoeuvre his junk into an arrangement that gave less irritation. Fuck you very much, Ezquerra. The itchy sensation was still present later that night, setting Finney tossing and turning again. It was the same kind of itch Finney got sometimes if he'd gone a long time without sex or masturbation, only a lot more intense. Well, he knew how to take care of that. He wrapped his cock up in a sock and imagined he was fucking a hot girl. It wasn't Brooke, he thought with a tinge of guilt. It hadn't been Brooke for some time. Instead he rubbed one out to the image of a heavy-breasted blonde porn star bouncing up and down in his lap. It felt empty, unsatisfactory. The itch was lessoned, but it hadn't gone away entirely. Lunchtime the next day and Finney found himself standing at the edge of that secret oasis again. He stared at the bush with the unusual flowers. There was something really unwholesome and lascivious in how the stems and branches twined around each other. A kind of unnatural pornography. The itch was back again and Finney felt like his whole crotch was crawling with restless ants. He pulled one of the large flowers towards him. He inserted a finger into the fleshy crevice at the centre of the flower and twisted it around, scooping up some of the nectar lining the insides. He pulled his finger out and examined it. Nectar. Thick, syrupy, clear yellow in colour. He dropped his trousers and rubbed his finger against the mushroom head of his cock, smearing the nectar against the tip. His cock immediately sprang to full attention. Finney felt really fucking horny. Well, he knew how to take care of that, didn't he. Thanks Ezquerra, you degenerate fucker. He plunged his erect cock right into the syrupy heart of the flower and shoved his hips back and forth until the pleasant friction took him over the edge. He grunted and spurted his cum right into the heart of the queerly-shaped flower. Huh? That was weird. For a moment it felt like the opening had tightened around the base of his cock. Was that him? Had he squeezed down harder on the bulb during his ejaculation? He pulled his cock out and looked at the bloom in suspicion. It was a flower—pretty, inanimate. Shaped like a woman's vulva maybe, but still a flower. Finney looked down at his spent cock. It was covered in a thick layer of yellowish nectar. The good news was he knew how to get rid of the itch. The bad news was he knew how to get rid of the itch. \* \* \* \* The itch was back the next morning, as was the horniness. Finney had spent the night dreaming about fucking that big-titted blonde porn star. He'd awoken with a rock-hard boner and it didn't show any signs of wanting to go away anytime soon. Finney absently clawed at his crotch while they cooked up breakfast. "Any sign?" Richter asked Kaufman. The other man was standing up and scanning the featureless plain down below them with a pair of binoculars. "No," Kaufman answered. He put the binoculars down and sat down. "That's two days now," Richter said. "Reckon something's happened to him?" "What? There's nothing out here." "That's not what I heard." "All bullshit. Nothing but grunts winding each other up with scary stories around the fire. He's got a flat, that's all." "Bullshit bikes. Mightiest military force on Earth and we're having to courier messages back and forth by fucking bicycle." "It's a flat. What else would it be?" Kaufman turned to Finney. "Hey Finney, you think an H-Space monster has risen out of the dirt and gobbled up our messenger?" "Uh," Finney said. He'd zoned out most of the conversation. The other squaddies laughed. "Look at him," Kaufman said. "I bet he's daydreaming about his girl back home." Finney wasn't. He was thinking about those fucking flowers. He kept on thinking about them during the day while the itch in his crotch grew and grew. He thought about flowers back on Earth. They were brightly coloured because it attracted birds and bees, and the plants needed to use them for pollination. He thought about the flowers here. They looked so much like a woman's sexual organs, right down to the little fluffs of pubic hair. Could it be deliberate? That was a scary thought. If it was true it meant humans had existed here before, and for a really long time. That couldn't be possible. Could it? Finney was jarred from his reverie by Kaufman. "Hey, you seen Fish Fucker?" Finney shook his head. "Motherfucker," Kaufman said, storming off. Come to think of it, Finney realised he hadn't seen that greasy fuck for the past day or so. The fat pervert was probably off in search of more wildlife to molest. The itch continued to grow and grow until, when the darkening sky had announced a nightfall of sorts, it was a raging inferno of discomfort. Finney tossed and turned in his bag. Fuck. It was like being sixteen and perpetually horny all over again. His sleep—what little of it he managed—was fitful and filled with pornographic dreams. This time the figure wasn't the nameless blonde porn actress. It wasn't Brooke either. It was an amalgam of the two. Brooke's blue eyes and sweet little button nose were framed by the actress's long silky blonde hair. The extravagant curves of the porn star's body were married to Brooke's slender legs. When she spoke, the dream woman alternated between Brooke's sweet whispers and the porn star's aggressive sighs of pleasure. In the dream she straddled Finney's body and they fucked in a lush, verdant grove. Behind her eyes the dream girl was something else entirely. Finney looked up into her face and saw neither Brooke nor the porn star, but instead a presence so alien Finney wondered how it could have entered his dreams in the first place. He woke up. His cock was rock-hard and eager to be attended to. His hand wouldn't do it; there was somewhere else he had to go. \* \* \* \* Finney looked over the strange oasis tucked away up against the rocky bluff. It was dark. Not full dark like night back home, more a deep gloom beneath a churning purple-black sky. The oasis was comparatively bright. There was a luminescent substance in the pool that caused it to sparkle. That same luminescence was also present in the vegetation and all of the plants glowed faintly in the darkness. It gave the whole grove an ethereal, fragile quality. It looked pretty, but the only thing Finney cared about at that moment was satisfying the raging itch in his genitals. This was the last fucking time, he thought. He wasn't going to let his cock turn him into some kind of nectar junkie to a goddamned fucking plant. He dropped his pants and his eager erection bobbed out in front of him. He abandoned his discarded clothes and stepped closer to the large shrub. Which flower this time? He reached for the nearest bloom, but as he disturbed the vegetation a much larger flower fell out of the dark centre of the bush. It looked like the others—same weird pink petals arranged in a way that looked exactly like a woman's privates—but the bulb behind the petals was larger and swollen, like a ripe melon in both size and shape. The lips lining the slit in the centre of the flower were thicker and fleshier looking. The whole flower was overflowing with nectar. It dribbled down the lower petals. Finney was disgusted to find that made him feel harder. He was not a fucking pervert like Fish Fucker. It was a plant. It didn't have a name. He wasn't about to give it a name. He didn't love it. He wasn't about to fuck it. It was a masturbation aid. He was going to stick his cock inside it because it was a naturally occurring sheath, which—through some bizarre quirk of evolution—felt exactly like a woman's vagina. He gripped the bulbous mass behind the flower and pulled it down until it was level with his crotch. It was a lot bigger; the stem was about the same diameter as his arm. Sighing in pleasure, he eased his cock into the tight orifice in the centre of the flower. Fuck. That felt damn good. Tight. Soft. Wet. The interior was overflowing with syrupy nectar. As Finney thrust his hips back and forth it welled up and oozed out over his crotch. Oh yeah. That felt really good. The walls were still soft, but they felt a lot thicker than those in the other flowers. There was more resistance as his cock plunged back and forth between them. The suction was noticeable every time he pulled back for the next stroke. Shit. He should take cuttings or seeds and try to cultivate this back on earth. He'd make a fortune. He grunted and plunged his cock all the way in, right until the point where the silky smooth petals were pressed against his groin and his cock had forced through into some kind of membranous chamber deep within the flower. At that point he realised he was stuck. He tried to pull out and couldn't. The fleshy material lining the opening had swelled to form a tight cuff around the root of Finney's equally swollen cock. He moved his hips back and the flower came with him. This was embarrassing, Finney thought, having this thing stuck around his cock. He must have triggered whatever mechanism the plant used to close off the opening. No matter. Once his erection had subsided he'd be able to slip his cock out. He could always slice the flower open with his knife if he needed to. The bulb throbbed. What was that? He didn't think it was him. The thick fleshy bulb had pulsed of its own accord and Finney had felt a ripple of suction travel up the thick cushioned walls wrapped around his cock. It felt kind of...nice. *Oh.* The bulb pumped again, tugging at Finney's cock with soft, fleshy suction. Finney lingered over going for his knife. Pleasure and curiosity made him hesitate. He let his hands fall to his sides. He didn't need them at the moment. The flower was actively sucking him off and it felt awesome. If he closed his eyes he could picture that gorgeous slutty blonde dreamgirl on her knees before him, giving him a spectacular blow job. The fleshy bulb expanded, sucking Finney's cock deeper into the padded depths of the flower. He heard a strange gurgling sound, as if liquid was rushing up the thick red stem and filling up the swollen pink bulb. *What—* Warm syrupy nectar filled the membranous chamber within the flower. The bulb contracted and thick, cushioned walls squelched up against Finney's cock. He came. Explosively. *Oh shit.* He rocked back and forth on his feet as he gushed cum into the pulsing flower. The fleshy bulb continued to swell up and down, pumping cum from his cock with muscular pulses. Fuck. Now that was how to relieve the tension in his balls. Fuck. He hadn't realised the plant could do this. The stem gurgled again and the flower spat another wave of warm, syrupy liquid over his trapped cock. The thick walls contracted, smooshing the nectar into his erect manhood. Finney came again, this time with a shocked gasp. Muscles twinged as his balls spasmed. Too soon, they protested. The flower didn't care. It was fastened around his cock like a hungry mouth. The great bulbous bell behind the flower pulsed like a heart. Finney felt the suction on his cock as the flower gulped down his ejaculate. Hungry little cunt, Finney thought. Maybe he should get his knife out, just in case. The fleshy lower petals curled up between his legs. Finney gave another gasp as they enfolded his scrotal sac. He felt a pleasant tingling sensation all across his testicles. An odd numbness crept into his balls. What was going on here? The bulb sucked hard, like a vacuum, pulling his cock deeper into the fleshy interior of the flower. More gurgles and his erect member was bathed in warm, sticky fluid. The cushioned walls squeezed and undulated around him, rubbing the juices into his cock. Finney's mouth fell open as he came for a third time. That felt so good—like a grenade wrapped in rainbow jelly had gone off in the back of his skull. He flopped down on his knees. The bulb continued to pulse between his legs, sucking up the spurts of semen erupting from his cock. The silky petals clasped tightly against his body. That pleasant numbness spread to his lower abdomen. He couldn't move his arms. They hung limply at his sides, almost like he'd been injected with some kind of muscle relaxant. The flower sucked and sucked, gulping down the unending stream of semen that seemed to be pouring from his cock. The thick red stem looked less like part of a plant and more like a pulsing artery. Finney watched as the vegetation parted and revealed a large pinkish-red pod about the size of a human being. Thick red roots at the base of the pod writhed and pulsed in time with the pulsations running through the bulb wrapped around Finney's cock. Finney watched as the long fleshy leaves of the pod started to unfurl. Brooke was inside it. What was Brooke doing inside it? The girl turned her head and looked down at him. No, it wasn't Brooke. Brooke's tits were never that big and round. Her hair was never that blonde or silky. Her figure was never quite so lean and svelte. *Her pussy was never that red and lurid.* It was an amalgamation of the best parts of both Brooke and the blonde porn star he'd fantasized about. Apart from her eyes. They were an odd shade of pink and utterly devoid of compassion or any other kind of human emotion. And that pussy. God, that pussy. It gaped open and shut like a hungry maw, the movements synchronised with the licentious pulsations of the flower sucking at his cock. The glistening interior was deep deep red. As ghastly as it looked, Finney—God help him—still had the overriding urge to bury his manhood deep into that travesty of a woman's vagina. There was something irresistibly alluring about that livid red gash. The alien girl stepped out of the pod. Her motions were at once both the epitome grace and so horribly wrong as to turn the mind, screaming, back upon itself. She stood on the bare ground and stretched her arms, examining her sensual form. "Thank you for this form," she said. While melodious, her voice also possessed alien inflections that sent shivers vibrating through the auditory chambers in his skull. "The other's mind was not suitable." She glanced down to Finney's right. He followed her gaze and saw an arm lying partially obscured beneath thick, rust-coloured leaves. The skin was albino-white in colour and wrinkled up around emaciated flesh. Finney wouldn't have recognised it as Ezquerra's at all if it hadn't been for the crumpled outlines of a scorpion and dagger tattoo on the inside of the forearm. *Fuck!* Finney tried to get to his feet. The fleshy bulb squeezed around his cock, crowding it with soft, plush tissue. Pleasing little vibrations wriggled up the outside of his shaft. The constant stimulation shivered through his body, turning his legs to jelly. Finney fell back down to his knees and stayed there as the flower continued to milk a constant stream of cum from his body with steady, licentious pulses. "Don't fight it," the alien girl said. "The draining process is really quite pleasant." She walked around behind Finney and gently massaged his shoulders. He felt the soft weight of her breasts pressing against the back of his head. "Why?" Finney croaked. The girl leaned over his shoulder and turned to stare at him with her unsettling pink eyes. "Did you think you could come here and just take our soil," she whispered to him. Finney found it hard to think. That pleasant numbness was spreading further through his body, burrowing through his tissues with the finest of tendrils. The flower continued to suck on his cock with plush, fleshy walls and the sensation crowded out all other thoughts. Suck. Squeeze. Suck. Squeeze. On and on, pumping out all of Finney's fluids until all that remained was a dried up husk. The girl stood up and sniffed the air. She looked back along the rocky bluff. "Mmm, I can smell them. So much fertile flesh in which to take root." She left Finney behind and walked down the slope in the direction of the camp. */\*\*\* This is an entrant for the 2011 Earth Day Contest. If you enjoyed it, please show your appreciation by voting (high! :) ). Thanks \*/*

1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 01

*My "Diary" series is something of a sequel to Operation: Final Fantasy, featuring a new cast, although many familiar faces will return. However, as a result I did have to take some liberties with the timeline in this story. It is written in three very distinct "Books", if you will; each one is drastically different from the next but will feature the same protagonists. They are all written, but in the early stages of being edited, so please bear with me. Speaking of editing, I'd like to thank Rusty aka Random Librarian for his incredibly helpful editing skills; if you see any errors within, then they are mine, as I've made a few small tweaks here and there after his editing checks. Sex is extremely limited throughout the entire series. Finally, feel free to vote and/or leave constructive feedback. In O:FF, I actually did augment future chapters based on reader inputs and suggestions which I believe made it better and easier to understand the characters. With all of that, I hope you enjoy the story!* **BOOK ONE: The Diary of a Loser - Educating Kaylee** **I – The Last Resort** "You don't understand, Audrey. They're literally going to kill me." Audrey laughed as she slammed her locker closed. "Don't be such a drama queen. Your parents are not actually going to kill you." The halls of the Remmington High School Mustangs were filled with frantic teenagers scrambling to get to their lockers, out of the building, and on with the rest of their lives now that their last school period of the day had ended. Kaylee shook her head, brushing a few loose strands of blond hair out of her face. "You don't know them like I do. Dad might actually take away my Beamer. And pull me out of cheerleading and choir. It's not like I'm not trying; I just don't understand this shit." The red-haired girl shrugged. "Then go talk to your teachers after class." Kaylee looked exasperated as she ungracefully stuffed her books in her locker, attempting to balance them and slam her locker shut quickly before they fell out. "You think I haven't tried that already? Mr. Neil is a math nerd who talks in hieroglyphics. He's so freaking smart he can't dummy himself down to explain it to me. Nevermind the perv-factor I have to deal with. He's a creeper that can't stop staring at my legs and ass." Audrey giggled. "That's what you get for wearing those short tight skirts. Besides, what male on planet Earth hasn't stared at you like that? It's not just the little high school boys that stare, hun." A slight smile curved upwards on Kaylee's face. It was widely known throughout their entire school that Kaylee was a blond-haired goddess – and no one realized that more than she did. She even looked over her shoulder to stare at her butt, making sure the skirt was properly emphasizing her curves. As casually as she could, she admitted to Audrey, "That's a good point. I can't think of anyone." Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a scrawny looking kid with glasses a few lockers down. Giving a subtle nod towards him, she told Audrey, "Well, maybe Loser Luke over there. I don't think he'd know what a real woman is even if she placed her rack in his hands." "Nah, he's been staring too; I've seen him checking out your ass. He's been doing it since freshman year. You just haven't caught him yet," Audrey said with a smirk. "Hey, maybe you should ask him for help. At least he won't deliberately eyeball you. He's getting the highest grade in Mr. Neil's class. You've seen him; it's like him and Mr. Neil speak their own secret geek language with each other that no one else can understand. The rest of us need a decoder ring to figure out what the frick is going on." "Luke Patton? No way, are you kidding? I'd rather get molested by a monkey." Luke fumbled with his lock as he tried to get the locker open. He wasn't very coordinated, Kaylee could tell. His pants were too tight, his medium-length hair was straggly and unkempt, and his clothes didn't even come close to matching. Dark shoes with white socks..., really? What was he thinking? And that was just the starting point. He wasn't bad looking per se, once you could get past the 80's style clothing you could only find at a hippies garage sale. But between his mannerisms, lack of coordination, and horrible social skills and status, he was a waste of her time. Or anybody's time, really. But, she sighed, knowing Audrey was probably right. She needed to get her grades up somehow, even if Luke was the last resort. Which, she hated to admit, he absolutely was. Audrey snickered and gave Kaylee an arrogant look, knowing just like she did that there wasn't much of a choice if she had any hope passing her classes. Kaylee flipped her off. The red-haired girl bounded off down the hallway. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "You know I love you, hun. Are we still getting together tonight after cheerleading?" Kaylee sighed. "Yea, fine. See you at practice." \--- *I can't believe I'm doing this,* Kaylee thought to herself, walking across the hallway to Luke's locker. Rolling her eyes and adding another sigh, she undid a button on her blouse, tugging it down to show a little cleavage. Luke had finally opened his locker and was in the process of swapping books out of his worn down bright blue colored backpack; he didn't even notice the beautiful blond girl standing next to him until she cleared her throat. "Hi, Luke. It's me, Kaylee." When he turned his head, Kaylee made sure that she had the biggest beautiful smile on her face. Luke was clearly caught off guard. "Uh, h-hi. Of course I know who you are; everyone does. Actually, I'm just surprised you knew who I was." Kaylee gave him a delightful giggle. "That's so sweet of you to say. So, look, let me get straight to the point. My grades," she said, with a scrunched look on her face, "are not doing so well. At least in algebra. Chemistry, too, but especially algebra." "I took chemistry freshman year," he injected plainly. Kaylee blinked. *Good for you, nerd. That random fact about your super advanced nerd-skills doesn't help me in the slightest,* she thought. She gritted her teeth, holding back a sarcastic comment. "That's... nice," was the best she could do. "That was a while ago, but I'm sure I still remember a few things from chem. I can probably help with algebra, too." Her face brightened, understanding now what his chemistry comment meant. She asked, "So does that mean you'll do it?" "Well," he asked. "Why are you interested?" *What kind of stupid question is that,* she thought to herself, again biting her tongue. "Because I... I want to pass my classes, Luke," she said slowly and trying unsuccessfully to not be condescending, wondering why he would even ask the obvious. She couldn't make it much clearer than that. If he was supposed to be some kind of genius, why couldn't he understand basic human communication skills? "Well, I know that. No one wakes up in the morning and thinks to themselves, 'Gee, I hope I fail my class today'. Everyone wants to pass, even if they don't admit it. What I mean is do you want my help because you want good grades so you can get into college? Do you want my help because your parents offered you money for passing grades? Or, do you want it because you're worried your parents will ground you from your cell phone, your car, all of your other electronic devices, and maybe even pull you out of your extracurricular activities so you can focus more on your grades?" Luke said it all so matter-of-factly with hardly any emotion on his face. Kaylee, however, was stunned. Despite his expressionless face, he seemed to ever so slightly exaggerate the latter example, as if he already knew the answer. Did he know? Up until now, she thought he was simply naïve throughout the entire conversation. Yet in reality, it seemed that he read her like a book. After a few seconds of silence, Luke shrugged, "Well, it doesn't matter. I normally ask that question when I have a lot of people I'm tutoring, which forces me to decide who I'll take on, but there's only one other person I'm currently tutoring." He pulled a pen and a piece of scrap paper out of his backpack and jotted down his phone number. "I accept. Call me when you like and we'll set something up." Luke closed his locker, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked away. Kaylee was flabbergasted. He was well out of earshot when she came to her senses. "What the fuck just happened?" Looking down at her blouse, she buttoned it up quickly. "No reaction, nothing! He didn't even look at my tits once," she said to no one in particular. "And 'I accept'? *He* should be grateful to be tutoring *me*!" A couple students walked past her, staring at her like she was crazy for talking to herself. "You heard me! He's the lucky one, not the other way around. Keep walking," Kaylee snapped. She let out an exasperated groan, stomped her foot, turned around and stormed off. "He's definitely gay," she mumbled. \--- **II – The Education Begins** "No way! Kaylee, as in Kaylee Reed? Dude, I can't believe you're going to be tutoring her! Say something for the camera," Aaron told his friend, hoping to get an amazing response on film. "Aaron, put that thing away," was all Luke gave him. "I'm trying to study." "Come on, say *something*. Say anything! How was she when she was talking to you?" Luke shrugged. "She was kind of a snot, actually." "Dude, we're talking about Kaylee. Everyone knows that; that's not the point. What did she *say*? What did she *do*? What was she wearing?" A slight grin came over Luke's face that he couldn't hide. Aaron spotted it right away. "You know something! Tell." Luke gave in. "Alright, alright. She unbuttoned her blouse a notch. It was buttoned all the way up the entire day. But when she came to me," He couldn't contain his grin any longer, "she had one button undone. I think she was trying to add incentive for me to not say no. You have no idea how hard it was to be polite and not stare. It took everything I had." "Screw that, man. If she was opening them up to you, no need to be a gentleman. Right, bro?" Luke ignored him intentionally. "Ok, you want the truth? She's not the same as she was back in elementary school. I guess time changes people. Still, there's something about her I can't put my finger on. She puts on a front like she has it all figured out, but I sense some kind of insecurity in her. That's probably why she comes across as a spoiled brat – she chooses to be one. I feel sorry for her. "But she's absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen a smile like hers – ever. I mean, when she wants to, she can brighten up a room. I'm telling you, Aaron, she might even be the most beautiful girl in the world. Hey, I said put that thing down. You're not actually filming this, are you?" "No, of course not," Aaron said as he discreetly pushed the stop button and set the camera down. "It must be nice to have that pornographic memory of yours. I'd pay to see her cleavage, and you get to relive it every night in that crazy head of yours." "Aaron, it's called a photographic memory. That's how I noticed her button was up in the first place, not just when it was down." Aaron snickered. "Same thing, bro." \--- "I thought I was going to tear a hamstring," Audrey said as she iced the back of her leg. "What's up with Mrs. Lang today? Practice was like a three ring circus run by Nazis." "It wasn't that bad, Audrey," Kaylee said, her attention focused elsewhere. "That's because you were like some kind of Vulcan robot out there. Every cheer you did was mechanical and without a smile, like your head was somewhere else. You weren't pay attention to the suffering the rest of us were going through." "That, and I'm in better shape and work harder than the rest of you," Kaylee added, taking off her uniform. "What the frick is a Vulcan, anyway? Really, Audrey." Audrey gave her a dirty look as she readjusted her position on the locker room bench. "PMSing much, are we?" Kaylee shook her head, looking at Audrey. "I'm sorry, hun. I'm just worried about my stupid grades. Midterms are in three weeks, and I have a long way to go. Besides, I'm meeting Lu..., my tutor tonight." Audrey snickered. "You're meeting with Luke tonight?" She looked around the locker room and whispered angrily to Audrey, "Shut up! It's just to study." Kaylee tucked her white and purple cheerleader uniform in her bag, adding, "You better not tell anyone or I will literally *kill* you." Kaylee noticed Audrey didn't even try to stop laughing. Audrey adjusted the icepack and said, "That's the second time today you misused the word 'literally'. You better have him tutor you in English too, while you're at it." Another glare was directed at Audrey. "Maybe I *didn't* misuse it. If you keep it up, I just *might.*" Then she added an exaggerated, "*Literally*." Kaylee stepped into her miniskirt and wiggled it up her hips. Audrey wasn't scared at all by her threat; in fact, she kept poking at her. "So if you're studying with Luke tonight, I guess those molesting monkeys didn't molest you good enough?" Kaylees face turned red, and she gave off a defeated sigh. Carefully she buttoned up her blouse and put on her flip flops. "Alright, I'm off to the school library to meet him. I'm sure we'll find a dingy dark corner where no one can see us. It's not like many people I know actually use it anyway, thanks to Wikipedia." "Right, like Wiki is oh so accurate. I think you mean 'thanks to laziness.'" "Whatever. Wish me luck. I'll need it." "He's not that bad, Kaylee. You'll be fine." Before leaving the locker room, Kaylee responded, "I wouldn't bet on it. Mark my words; this boy will change my social status forever, and for the worse." \--- "Whatcha reading Luke," Kaylee asked with her best faux smile, setting her backpack down on the library table and pulling up a chair. She took one last look over her shoulder, glad they were tucked away in the back of the library where her friends wouldn't find her. Luke set the book down. "Glad to see you, Kaylee. It's called Lord of the Flies; it's for my English Lit class over at Mountain View Community College. You ready to get started?" Kaylee pulled out her algebra book. "Uh huh. Lord of the Flies? Sounds disgusting." Luke gave her a slight grin. "First lesson. Never judge a book by its cover. I'd call it more disturbing than disgusting." She smirked, "I'm a girl, Luke. Disturbing and disgusting is basically the same thing to us. I think I've heard of it before. What's it about?" He thought for a moment. A playful smile crept up on his face, "It's like Willy Wonka with a lot less candy, and when the kids do something like slide down the egg chute or fall in the chocolate river they actually die." "What?" Kaylee shook her head. "I think *you're* disturbing. What kind of anagram is that?" "It's an analogy, not an anagram. An anagram is...," "Whatever." Flipping her book open, she showed Luke the questions she had to deal with. "Ok, so, I'm like so far behind in understanding what's going on, I don't even know where to start. Here's what I have to answer for my homework for tomorrow, and I don't think I can do a single one. Oh, and midterms are three weeks away." Luke scratched his head. "Ok, Veruca, let's see where you're at then." "Veruca?" Luke smiled dryly, ignoring her. "Take me back as far as you have until you reach the last chapter you really understood, and then we'll go from there." His eyes grew big as Kaylee flipped back to almost the beginning of the book. Kaylee noticed his reaction and threw her head in her hands. "I'm screwed." "It's not that bad, Kaylee. I can work with this." He grabbed the book and sat back for a few moments, apparently trying to figure out the best approach to take with her. "First of all, don't beat yourself up. This is a poorly written book. The authors do not provide examples for many of the problems they ask you to solve, leaving the reader in the lurch. I'll just have to teach you the basics and give you the tools you need to solve your problems." She rolled her eyes. "That sounds easy," she said sarcastically. "It is. Let's start at the beginning. We'll get the basic definitions down first. In 2x + 5, tell me which is the coefficient, the constant, and the variable." Kaylee looked like a deer in the headlights. "Um, the... the two is...t-the..." "Let me help you," Luke interrupted. "No point in guessing. X is the variable. You're good in English, right?" She nodded reluctantly, "I'm ok at it." "Variable means *vary*, right? Vary by definition means change. This means x is subject to change. Theoretically, x can be anything. Usually in algebra, we are trying to figure out what x is. Since x varies, x is your 'variable'. Make sense so far?" Kaylee, scribbling down everything he said, looked at her notes intently. "Ohh, ok, that does kinda make sense." Luke said, "Same thing with the constant. What's the dictionary definition of 'constant'? It means something that will not change, or something that remains the same. So the 5 remains a 5 the entire time. Which is good; one less thing to worry about." Hesitantly, she said, "Ok, I guess..." "Ok, so let's say we have 2x + 5 = 17. Now, in this case, because of the equal sign, we know that there is a definitive answer for x. In other words, x has one answer and we want to find it." Slouching, Kaylee said, "I think my head is going to fucking explode, and we've barely started." He looked her over and put his hand over his mouth, deep in thought. Kaylee was initially creeped out; in her experience, that look was always followed by elevator eyes moving down to her breasts or ass. She gradually began to realize, though, he was simply thinking about his next approach with her, as if he was doing some kind of nerdy calculations in his head. She breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "First of all, relax. You're stressing about this too much. If you stick with me, I'm not going to let you fail your final, ok? I promise; all you have to do is trust me. I won't let you down. But you have to listen to me, and more importantly, you have to *relax*." She reluctantly nodded. Luke thought for a moment, "Ok, let's try doing this another way. It's like saying you've ordered 17 dresses." Kaylee snickered, "Ok, I can speak that kind of language." It was easy for them both to see that he had her attention. He continued, "FedEx has sent you one package that already has 5 dresses. They have one more package to send you, and you have to find out how many are in there. Are you with me so far?" "Sure, that's easy. If you have 17 dresses, and I know I already got 5 in the mail then that means I'm expecting 12 dresses in the last package." "Exactly! We're halfway there. If our first package was 5, then our last package is our 2x. And, as you said, our last package is also 12. So we know 2x = 12. So now it's just simple division. So, what is x?" "X equals 6," Kaylee said casually. Her bright blue eyes opened wide as it finally sank in that she solved the equation. "X equals 6," she squealed, jumping up and down in her chair and clapping her hands together. "OhmyGodohmyGod!" Luke slid down in his chair an inch or two, seeing if anyone was staring at them in the library after her outburst. "Sorry," she giggled. Luke smiled; despite her outburst and the following period of embarrassment, he seemed to truly be happy for her. "Nothing to be sorry about, you did great, Kaylee! You caught on faster than I thought you would. You didn't even have to use your pencil for this example." Her eyes opened even more. "Oh, wow, I didn't even realize that," she said upon realizing that discovery, staring at her pencil. "Let me give you a few more sample ones to make sure you have the hang of it, and then we'll move on." Luke gave her several more examples before moving on to her homework. She was amazed at how much she was learning, and how easily she understood what Luke was explaining. Every time they tackled a problem together, he somehow had a remarkable way of getting through to her. He was the opposite of Mr. Neil, and much less pompous. In fact, despite her frustrations and semi-frequent outbursts of anger, Luke remained remarkably calm. Before they knew it, she had plodded through all of her homework questions as well as several from the next chapter. His shopping analogies certainly didn't hurt, either. Without any warning, half of the lights in the library went out. She looked at her watch. "I can't believe it's almost nine! It looks like they're kicking us out." "Well, I think you accomplished a lot tonight, Kaylee," Luke said as he gathered up his books. "Need a hand?" Luke held out his hand offering to help her put her own books away and carry her bag. "No, I got them." Kaylee stood up and gave Luke a genuine smile. "Thanks for everything, Luke. I'm feeling a little better about this already." It suddenly occurred to her that she took up all of his time, and he didn't have a chance to finish his book. "Oh, I'm sorry; you didn't have a chance to finish your fly book," she said empathetically. He gave off a pleasant smile in return. "Don't worry about the book; I'll have time to read when I get home. And no need to thank me; you did all of the hard work. Most importantly, you gained confidence in yourself. You'll be amazed at how far that confidence will carry you, if you keep it." Kaylee wasn't sure what to say, but her face was beaming. She *had* gained quite a bit of confidence in just a few hours, hadn't she? She thought it was ironic that such a nerd could talk about confidence the way he did, as if he himself actually had it. Either way, maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on Luke earlier, or looked down on him so much. Especially after he went out of his way to help her until nine o'clock at night. Luke walked her out of the library and into the school parking lot, heading straight for her BMW. "Well, this is me. Thank you again, Luke," she said, opening her car door. Her face was still smiling from ear to ear. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She could practically see that "D" well within her reach; maybe all was not hopeless. "Can we do this again tomorrow?" "Of course, Kaylee," he said, walking off. He stopped, turned around, and told her with a smile, "You know, you have an absolutely beautiful smile when you're not faking it. Like the one you have right now." He turned around and walked off, heading towards the road, apparently walking home. She froze in her position, halfway standing and halfway in her car, looking at the back of Luke with her mouth wide open. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms when he said that. She wasn't sure why he said that; it was so unexpected. So random. Luke, possibly the most socially inept person in school, had just given her the sweetest, most sincere compliment. And at the same time, he called her on being a fake. Awkwardly, she slid into her car and drove off, passing Luke as he walked down the sidewalk. He gave her a subtle wave. Kaylee looked at him as she drove by with a little smile on her face. It wasn't until a few blocks down the road that her smile turned into a frown, wondering why she didn't think to offer him a ride home.

Bedroom Conversations

*On of my devoted readers, John, does not like the really dirty stuff that so many of you like to read (dripping cum and humiliated husbands and all that) and he wants me to write some nice porn with a little humor. So here is a nice, but not too dirty story, dedicated to John. There will be more really dirty stuff for you guys with filthy minds later.* \*\*\* My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. Our two kids, a son and a daughter, are both in college at MU and both are going to become doctors, following in the footsteps of their grandfather and me. We have had a fortunate life and we are very thankful for it. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault -- an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of the club. When I tell her she is overdoing it she says that everybody does it and there's no harm in it. Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group (6 gals twice a week), her bridge group (four gals once a week) and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it -- not doing it! Peggy has a good life, but she earned it by working as a nurse to get me through medical school and residency, while raising two great kids at the same time. She worked her ass off! Now that the kids are in college, she's entitled to a little relaxation. Even so, she engages in a lot of ugly gossip. The ringleader, if there is one, is Lois, who is married to the head of pharmacy at the Clinic. She has somehow figured out a way to find out every medicine everyone is taking -- from daughters on birth control pills to husbands on erectile dysfunction tablets. I think she "helps out" her husband in the pharmacy from time to time. Husbands who need Cialis regularly or just an occasional purple pill are discussed around the luncheon table at the club. Another one of the wives is Trish, whose husband practices Urology at the Clinic, and any guy with erectile dysfunction quickly becomes a topic of regular conversation. Of course, if that guy's wife is sitting at the table the conversation is very general until the poor gal figures out that if she knows about everybody else's husband, they will find out about hers eventually and then she shares stories about her hubby's pathetic bedroom performance with the other ladies of the club. I can't count the times my wife has chuckled as she tells me about wilting penises magically restored to erect function by the miracles of modern pharmacy. For the life of me I cannot understand why a professional pharmacist or a practicing urologist would share confidential patient information with his wife. I always try to keep my patients' secrets confidential, but sometimes that's impossible because Peggy is so damn persistent and she already knows half the truth anyway. I guess all the wives extract information from their husbands like dentists extract molars. It happened to me again just last night. WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay quietly trying to go to sleep until my thoughts were interrupted by a voice in the darkness. "You're not gonna believe what Trish told me today." "I'm gonna hear it whether I believe it or not. What did Trish tell you today?" "You know Don Knox. You've played golf with him at the club." "The high school football coach?" "Yeah, that's him. Well Trish says he can't get it up. Imagine a big guy like that! Broad shoulders and strong! Drives the golf ball 250 yards. And he's got a pecker like a strand of spaghetti!" "And just how did Trish find this out?" "Her husband told her." "Her husband told her? No way! Art would never do that! He's a professional urologist who keeps his patients' problems confidential!" "Well, he didn't actually tell her straight out. Lois found out that Art had prescribed Cialis for Don from the pharmacy records. And Lois told Trish and then Trish asked Art if he had prescribed it for Don and then Art got all flustered and didn't want to talk about it, so it had to be true." I could only shake my head in awe. Lois again! These damn women! Like a Chicago Cubs double play - Tinker to Evers to Chance -- Lois to Trish to Art and the whole world knows about Don Knox's floppy pecker. "Sandy Knox is a patient of yours isn't she?" "Yes she is." "Did you know that Don couldn't get it up?" "Well ... I ... well ... Ahhh ... I ..." "You did! Of course you did! Now I get it! You are always so very sensitive to your patients' problems -- that's why women want you as their gynecologist -- that ... and, of course, your wonderfully soft hands. You were probably doing her annual pelvic and you asked if she had any problems and Sandy must have told you that Don couldn't get it up. And you told her to have him see Art. Is that right?" Shit! What the hell do you say? This network of gossiping broads had figured out the whole damn thing. "I ... well ... Ahhh ... well ..." I mumbled. "So you've known about this for over two months?" "Well ... Ahhh ... I ... I ... " "Tom, why didn't you tell me about it?" Peggy said harshly. "Because it was none of your damn business and because telling you is like publishing it in the Springfield News Leader!" "Has Sandy talked to you since Don started taking Cialis?" I didn't answer. "She has hasn't she? Is the Cialis working? Is Don fucking her again?" It was no use! These damn gossips! Peggy would just tell them at lunch tomorrow what I had said or what I had refused to say or ... shit! If Sandy were there she'd probably confirm it. I nodded my head weakly, frustrated. Even in the dark Peggy could feel my head move. "There! You see? It's a story with a happy ending. We've asked Margie not to miss lunch tomorrow because her husband Jim takes Cialis just like Don and he fucks like a stud. The gals want to know how good the drug is in case their husbands get pecker drop." "Pecker drop?" "Yeah, pecker drop - that's what the gals call it. Sounds a lot better than erectile dysfunction, don't you think? Good night dear." "Good night dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay in the darkness resting, about to go to sleep. "We had lunch with Sandy today. Don is fucking her more than ever before and his dick's like a steel rod. She's so grateful to you for telling her to have Don consult Art." "Well ... I ... guess that's a happy ending ... but ... but ... " "But what?" "But don't you think Don might be sensitive about all the ladies at the club talking about his ... his ...?" "His pecker? No! Because Don won't know we're talking about his pecker! He doesn't need to know." "But the ladies at the club DO need to know about his pecker! Right?" "Right! It doesn't hurt anybody. Besides I haven't told you the latest about Sharon. She's started having pain when her hubby fucks her deep." "Pain? Where?" "Left lower quadrant." "Dyspareunia." "Yeah. Remember what the med students always said? Dyspareunia is better than no pareunia at all. I told her to get an appointment to see you." I thought about next week's schedule. Sharon's name would be at the top of the list for Monday. Well, here was another secret I was gonna have to try to keep from my loving wife. "Good-night dear." "Good-night dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED I was almost asleep. "You saw Sharon this morning?" "Darling, you know I don't like to talk about my patients." "Sharon said she saw you. She was poolside this afternoon at the club." "Okay, I saw her." "What did you find?" "I don't want to talk about it." "She said you did a pelvic." "Well, what did you expect me to do -- look in her ears? I'm a gynecologist and she has dyspareunia." "Was she tender when you examined her?" "Peggy for God's sake will you shut up and go to sleep?" "I don't know why you talk to me that way. I'm your wife. I love you." Now she was sulking. But not for long. "Was she tender down there." Jesus! 'Down there' she said. And Peggy was an experienced nurse. That's the way the girls at the club talk I guess. Down there! Down where? I almost said. Argentina? I took a private vow of silence. "She was, wasn't she?" I said nothing. "On the left -- the left lower quadrant? Where she hurt when her hubby fucked her deep." I said nothing. "Was the smear positive for GC?" I exploded! "Damn it Peggy you know that Sharon hasn't been playing around. How could you suggest such a thing?" "You did a smear and culture, though. You're always very thorough. That's another reason the girls trust you. And if the smear had been positive you wouldn't have exploded like you just did. If it were positive, you'd have been very quiet because you would have been worrying about the results of that culture. So the smear was negative like you expected." How does she do this? I could hear the laughter at lunch the tomorrow. "And girls," Peggy would say, "the GC smear was negative, so we know Sharon hasn't been playing around." Shit! They all do it. The other guys are not telling their wives any more than I'm telling Peggy and yet somehow the girls always seem to find out everything. I didn't say anything. "It wasn't cancer was it?" "For God's sake Peggy. Sharon doesn't have cancer. She just has ... just has ... " It was a trap. Peggy had led me into a trap. She knew there was no chance of cancer and now I had told her that I had made the diagnosis by pelvic examination and the smear was negative and it was "just" something. With her experience she could put the puzzle together now. Fast diagnosis by pelvic exam of "just" something causing dyspareunia meant Sharon had easy to treat uterine fibroids. The thought was still in my head when Peggy said it. "Uterine fibroids! Of course!" Peggy almost shouted, triumphantly. "I thought so. That's what I told the girls it would likely be. Tomorrow at lunch I'll confirm the diagnosis. You're probably gonna resect her by laparoscopic surgery? Right? Most cases can be done that way. That's the simplest way -- just a little tube. That's what I told the girls. Sharon is gonna be so relieved that she doesn't need big surgery." What the hell do you say? When all the professional husbands hear this story from their wives, every one of them will think I just went home and told my wife the whole damn thing. I was innocent! But what the hell good does it do to say so. I immediately decided not to blame any of the other guys for the stories that they "told" their wives. Truth extracted like impacted molars! Sharon would know everything before her follow-up visit! "Good-night dear." "Good-night dear." THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED It was pitch black. I was almost asleep. Then Peggy jolted me awake. "Grace called me today and we had a long talk." Jesus! What was this? Grace was our daughter, who was in her third year of pre-med at MU. "Is there any problem?" I asked, suddenly wide-awake and frightened. "Yes. She has an important decision to make. We discussed it." A decision? An important decision? Oh shit! What the hell could this be? A failed course? Low grades? Or, heaven forbid, a missed period? My God! An important decision! What the hell was it? "What kind of decision?" I asked, cautiously. I was scared! "She's trying to decide if she should shave her pubic hair." "Shave her ... Jesus Peggy! What the hell is that all about?" I was wide-awake now and it was hard not to shout. "Some of the gals in Sigma Kappa are shaving their pubic hair." "What the hell for?" I asked, afraid of what the answer was gonna be. "Because a lot of guys like them shaved." "Jesus Peggy! You gotta talk to that girl. She's just a Junior for God's sake!" "I was a Junior the first time you pulled my pants down - in the parking lot of the Sigma Kappa house. Remember?" "That was different! I was in Medical School then." "And just how does your being in medical school make it different?" I was losing my temper. "It was obviously different. You had more common sense than our daughter has and better judgment too. " Peggy laughed out loud at that. "If I had had any common sense at all, I'd a never let you get into my pants. You were so gentle and so loving that a year later I was married and pregnant and working as a nurse at night -- at night dammit - to buy your damn medical books. That's how much common sense and judgment I had. I ended up working my ass off!" This talk about medical students was scaring me. "Grace is not dating a medical student is she? I don't want her to even go near a medical student." "What's wrong with medical students? YOU were a medical student." "Yeah and I got in your pants and I don't want some medical student getting into Grace's pants -- shaved pussy or no shaved pussy!" "You don't have to talk dirty!" "I'm not talking dirty! You need to have a talk with that girl!" "We talk all the time." "Well not enough, obviously. What else did she want to know?" "She wanted to know how you felt about shaved pussies." "Me? How I felt? Why me for God's sake?" "I told her how you feel." "You told her how I feel? How the hell do you know how I feel? We've never talked about shaved pussies - ever!" I was shouting now. "Yeah, but I know how you feel. I'm your wife, dear. I understand you. I know how you think. I know how you feel about a lot of things that we've never talked about." This was ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! And ... and a little bit scary! She can't know what I'm thinking! Can she? No way! I got aggressive. "All right Miss Know-it-all! How do I feel about shaved pussies?" "Shaved pussies turn you off -- big time." Shit! I thought. She's right! Just thinking about a shaved pussy is a turn-off. How the hell does she know that? This is scary! I better calm down and find out how Peggy knows that. She's getting inside my head! What the hell else does she know about me? I spoke softly, "You're right dear. But tell me, please. How the hell did you know that?" "Because I understand how your mind works. You're my husband. It's my job to know how you think." "You know how I think?" "Of course! I know how you think." "You see a shaved pussy every Tuesday and Thursday morning -- your OR days. It's the first thing you see when you walk into the OR at seven AM with your freshly scrubbed and dripping hands up in the air waiting for the circulating nurse to hand you a towel and help you put on a gown. Your mind is fully occupied with the surgical procedure that you are getting ready to perform on the gal who is asleep and being draped on the operating table. And she's got her pussy shaved as part of her pre-op prep." "It's simple, dear," Peggy concluded. "A shaved pussy reminds you of business -- not pleasure." Jesus! She's right! That's exactly what a shaved pussy reminds me of -- walking into the operating room! Jesus! What else does this woman know about my mind? This is scary! "Anyway," Peggy continued, "I told Grace that shaved pussies turned you off and I explained why." "What did Grace say then?" "She asked me if I thought a medical student would react the same way. And I said I thought ... " "A medical student? A medical student! Oh my God! Peggy! She's not dating a medical student! Is she? Tell me she's not dating a medical student!" "Darling, calm down. Don't shout. Just calm down! I don't think you need to worry about who Grace is dating." "I don't want her dating any medical students!" "Her brother is a freshman medical student!" "I don't want her dating medical students!" I repeated. "She's gonna apply to med school next year, darling - she'll be surrounded by medical students. Anyway you'll be happy to know that she's not gonna shave her pussy. She's gonna keep it nice and hairy -- just like mine." I lay there quietly for a while, thinking. This conversation had got me wondering and I reached over to see if Peggy's pussy was as hairy as I remembered it. That was the end of the conversation for the night. FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED Fridays are always hard days. There is always at least one telephone call at five o'clock - today there had been two. I was exhausted. I dropped off to sleep almost at once and then I heard a voice in the darkness. "I woke up this morning remembering our conversation last night about Grace and I've been thinking all day about when we were dating." "Yeah," I said, awake now. "I remember that. I remember it all like it was yesterday." "You don't remember it as much as I do. And you don't remember the things I remember." That was puzzling. "Such as?" I said. "Such as Friday nights," Peggy said sharply. "Oh no, you're wrong, dear. Our big date was always on Saturday night," I reminded her. "Uh-huh. And what were you doing on Friday nights?" Peggy's tone was sharp, like she was upset about something. What the hell was this all about? I wondered. "Well, sometimes I'd study and sometimes I'd go out, and sometimes ..." "You'd get laid!" Peggy said sharply. Then I remembered! Gladys! Gladys what's-her-name. She was a Sigma Kappa just like Peggy and I had dated her for a couple of months, usually on Friday night. And ... Oh shit! And I had fucked her - at the same time I was dating Peggy. Is Peggy thinking about that? No way! She couldn't know about Gladys What's-her-name. Peggy spoke softly, her voice sugar sweet. "Do you remember where we always parked in the Sigma Kappa lot -- in the dark spot under that big oak tree? That's where you first pulled my pants down. And you were so nice and gentle and sweet." "Ahh ... yeah ... Ahh ... yeah I remember." "I could see that spot from the window of my room on the third floor of the Sigma Kappa house." I couldn't figure where my loving wife was going with this conversation but she seemed angry and I couldn't remember what I had done to make her mad. I just lay there in the dark wondering and waiting. "That's the same spot where you always parked on Friday nights when you fucked Gladys Detweiler!" Peggy said. She was angry now! Detweiler, yeah Detweiler. That was her last name. Yeah, I always parked in that spot because it was nice and dark. "Every Friday night I looked out of my window and saw your old Plymouth bouncing up and down when you fucked that bitch in OUR parking spot." Bouncing up and down -- my Plymouth never did that. She just imagined it! What did she mean by "OUR" parking spot? I hadn't dated Gladys that long. She never meant anything to me except blowjobs and good pussy. Why was Peggy remembering all this now? "Well, darling, I only fucked her for a couple of months and ... and I quit fuckin her when we got engaged." "You quit fuckin her when we got engaged!" Peggy was shouting. "WOW! How loving and considerate you were! You bastard!" Peggy was pissed. What the hell had I done? I'd fucked Gladys Detweiler for two months twenty-four years ago, that's what I'd done. "I proposed to you under that tree," I said. "It was on a Saturday night and I gave you the engagement ring you're wearing at this very moment." That was better. She was calming down now. Peggy reached over and took my hand in hers and gently placed my fingers on the ring. "It's a little diamond," she said, "but I've never wanted to get a bigger one -- this meant too much to me to change it. I remember you telling me how expensive it was and how you kept it in your pocket because you were afraid to leave it in your room." I smiled in the darkness. "Yeah, I remember." That was a tender thought. She was having tender thoughts now. She wasn't mad any more. "Do you ever think about where that ring was the night before you proposed to me?" That's a dumb question. I had bought the ring the week before and it had been in my pocket all week long. "I ... I'm not sure what you mean," I said, genuinely puzzled. Where was she going with this? "The FRIDAY night before you proposed to me!" Peggy was talking louder. Her voice seemed to echo in the dark bedroom. I shook my head. What the hell was she talking about? Peggy paused a moment, then as though reading a script, she said, "The Friday night before you proposed to me you parked in OUR SPOT, with that bitch, and you fucked her, with me looking out of my third floor window at your Plymouth, bouncing up and down." "You were between her legs and your pants were down around your knees and MY ENGAGEMENT RING was in your pocket! Rubbing her thigh! And you were fucking that bitch!" Peggy was right. It was the last time I had fucked Gladys. It was sort of a sentimental, good-bye fuck, but probably I'd better not mention that now. I don't think Peggy would appreciate it quite the way I did. "That was twenty-four years ago," was all I could think to say. "Yeah," said Peggy, "and I remember it like it was yesterday, you bastard." I rolled over and embraced her. She was sulking. This was gonna take a lot of soft talk and caressing. It would, of course, be worth it. SATURDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay quietly in bed in the pitch-black bedroom hoping Peggy had forgotten about Gladys Detweiler. Last night had been hell! No such luck. She spoke softly. "I thought about that bitch all afternoon." Well, there it is. Might as well answer her. "What made you think about her," I asked innocently. "I was shopping at the market and saw a special on Guernsey milk -- it's supposed to be rich in beta carotene." "Yeah, that's what they say, but why ... " "There was a picture of Guernsey milk cows with those big udders hanging down." Uh oh, I thought. She's gonna talk about Gladys Detweiler's tits. Gladys had big tits all right. She always wore tight sweaters to show them off. There were some stairs in front of the Union Building on campus and Gladys liked to wait near the top and then bounce down those stairs smiling and waving at me as her big boobs jiggled energetically. It was a sight to see. A sight for me to see, that is, not for Peggy. One day Peggy and I were walking to the Union and Gladys pulled that stunt. Peggy never forgot that. I decided to say nothing. Maybe this conversation wouldn't go any further. Fat chance! "The bitch looked like a milk cow! Guys were standing in line to play with those udders," Peggy said. Best to say nothing, I thought. Peggy was right, though, those tits were fun to play with. Especially when Gladys sucked your dick -- she sucked cock like a gourmet! "That bitch gave Bob a blowjob." "Bob? Who's Bob?" I asked. "My room mate's brother. Bob told Sally all about her technique." Uh oh, I thought. I don't like the direction this conversation is going. "She'd get those big udders out for Bob to play with and then she went to work on his balls. She did you the same way. Right?" "Well ... I ... I ... I'm not sure I remember exactly." "Yeah! You expect me to believe that 'Don't remember' shit? You remember! That's why you're starting to breathe heavy." I've got to learn to control my breathing. Maybe if I stay quiet she'll change the subject. "Bob said she'd play with his balls with both hands -- a thumb and forefinger on each testicle -- and her little pinky fingers would work their way up, tickling his scrotum all the way back to where the sun don't shine. By the time she started sucking his dick he's be so far gone that it was only moments before he went off like a damn Roman candle." I remembered that technique. It really felt good! "You're remembering that now aren't you? You bastard! I can tell by the way you're breathing." Shit! I gotta control my breathing. She's inside my head again! What the hell can I say? "That was twenty-four years ago," I said weakly. "Bob said she always sucked him off first to slow him down so she could enjoy a long, leisurely fuck. She did you the same way! Didn't she?" "Well ... I ... I'm not sure I remember exactly." "Oh you remember all right, you bastard! She did it in the back seat of that beat up old Plymouth to slow you down so you'd fuck her longer -- with me and my room mate watching from our room on the third floor." Her roommate! My God! I'd had an audience! "Sally and I saw that Plymouth start to bounce up and down and we knew your blowjob was over and you had started to fuck that cow." "That bitch sucked off half the guys on campus. She specialized in your frat brothers in Phi Chi." I shook my head no in the dark. "I don't remember her doing that." "She sucked off your room mate, didn't she?" "Well, yeah, I ... I guess she did," I said lamely. "She sucked off all three of your lab partners from gross anatomy?" "Well, yeah, I ... I think she did them too. But ... but not all at the same time." "And God knows how many other guys in Phi Chi!" "Shit Tom! Did you ever stop to think that every time you kissed that bitch you were kissing lips that had sucked the dicks of half the guys in med school?" What could I say? "I only fucked her for two months," I said. "It was a long two months," Peggy said. "And every Saturday night I'd get naked for you in the back seat of that beat up old Plymouth, jealous as hell of that big-breasted bitch that you had fucked the night before. And I was so crazy in love with you and so afraid of losing you, that the only thing I could figure to do was pump my ass to please you as much as that slut had." "I loved you too darling," I said. "My room-mate, Sally, said you had me exactly where you wanted me -- pumping my ass to keep you happy and giving you all the user-friendly pussy you could handle." "Darling, I didn't have you where I wanted you until I got a ring on your finger," I said. "You picked a lot of cherries those years on campus before you got mine. All the girls talked about it -- you were the big stud on campus. Gals bragged about being in the back seat of that damn Plymouth. I was so afraid of losing you I couldn't stand it." "I may have picked some cherries before I got yours Peggy," I said, "but yours was the last one I picked. Gladys Detweiler couldn't remember losing hers." "Yeah, but you fucked her every Friday night for two months! With me watching from my bedroom window with my room mate Sally. And after you dumped the bitch she figured out a way to latch on to Sally's boy friend and she started fuckin him." "She fucked him in the parking lot - under that same damn tree -- with me and Sally watching. The only difference was that he had a ten-year-old Ford. But it bounced up and down almost as much as your little Plymouth." I just laid there trying to think of something to say. There didn't seem to be anything that would calm her down. So I reached over and started to stroke her knee gently. "Bastard," she said. But she didn't move away. I slowly moved my hand up her inner thigh. Her breathing became a little heavier. I rolled over on my side and cuddled up to her, my other hand on her breast. She spread her legs a little. "I'm still mad," she said, but she was breathing harder. "I know," I said and leaned over and kissed her neck and tickled her with my tongue moving it up toward her ear. "You're still a bastard," she said. "For twenty-four years?" I whispered. "Well you WERE a bastard," she said. "Shit! Those damn hands!" Peggy said. "I'm getting wet and user-friendly. You don't deserve it." "No I don't baby. But YOU deserve it, don't you think?" "Yeah, I guess I do. But promise me you won't think about those big udders while you're having your fun with me." My hand was now in that curly haired beaver and there was no way I was going to think about anything except that hairy beaver. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED I was awake in the pitch-black bedroom when the night's gossip began. "My luncheon group talked about you today." "Oh? And what did they say about me?" "They talked about how gentle your hands were when you examined them." "Women! Jesus! I can't believe that six grown women sat around a table at lunch and talked about me doing pelvic examinations." "They wanted to know if your hands were that gentle with me in bed and I told them how you took charge of me last Saturday night when I was pissed about Gladys Detweiler." "I told them that you moved one hand up my thigh and the other on my breasts and I got dripping wet and user-friendly in a couple of minutes. I forgot all about that Detweiler bitch and you just crawled into the saddle and had your fun with me." "Jesus! I don't believe this! Women don't talk about sex with their husbands around the luncheon table! I can't believe you all do that." "Of course we do. We do it all the time. That's how we find out about pecker drop and dyspareunia. Trish talked about how rough Art was when he played with her pussy. I told her to get used to it, there was no reason to worry about that." Well THAT got my curiosity up. "And just why shouldn't she worry about that?" "Because Art's a urologist." "He is, but ... I ... ahh ... I guess you lost me somehow." "Art deals with guys all day long and doesn't do many pelvic exams on women -- he does rectal exams on guys all the time. Shoves that long finger right up a guy's ass and checks out his prostate - one guy after another, all day long. He's just naturally rough. Probably treats pussies the same way." "Oh," was all I could say. She was right though. Art did my rectal exam last month and he's got a strong finger. I went up on my toes! It's like lifting weights I guess -- you get stronger each time. "Anyway, each gal talked about how soft and gentle your hands were when you checked out her pelvis. Pat even said it turned her on when you examined her." That triggered a memory. Last month when I did Pat's annual physical, my nurse, Gail, had set her up for a pelvic to start with and when I finished the pelvic Gail left the room with her Pap test. Pat then asked me if she could get up and I had said yes. So she just whipped off the sheets and pushed them aside, dropped her gown off her shoulders, and she was buck-naked. Then she got up and bundled the sheets and laid her gown on the table, and stood by the examination table a moment. Finally, taking her time she sat on the table and smiled at me -- all of this time, showing me her body, naked and unconcerned. "She said she was turned on?" I mumbled, remembering her behavior. I could picture her in my mind, sitting there buck naked, and saying, "Are you gonna examine my breasts next?" With that, she had put her hands behind her head and pushed her elbows back causing her breasts to stand out in a sexy manner with her big nipples rock hard. Of course she knew that this was a standard position for inspection of female breasts during breast examination, but the way she did it she was showing off her breasts for me to look at. Pat had just sat there, buck naked, showing off her tits and beaver and smiling at me. Jesus! Was the bitch turned on? Now that I remember it I think maybe she was! And she began moving around a lot on the table showing me her Playboy class naked body. I had quickly grabbed the examining gown she'd removed and put it back on her again -- I was afraid Gail might come back in and see her improperly draped. As I was remembering all this Peggy suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about so seriously?" I told her the story in detail and Peggy started to laugh. "She was trying to turn you on and not having much luck." "Oh? And how do you know she wasn't having any luck?" I asked. Shit! Was Peggy inside my head again? "I know how your mind works, darling. You were standing there looking at that naked bitch cavorting around on your examination table flashing her tits and ass and you were worrying that Gail was going to come back into the room any minute and see her naked without a gown or drapes." Shit! She did it again! That's exactly what I was thinking! How the hell does she do that? "Some women expose themselves to their doctors when they get a chance," Peggy said. "Being naked in front of a man turns them on, but I didn't think Pat would do that to you. I can't believe that any bitch would think she could interest you just by being naked. Hell! You see naked women all day long -- most of them on their backs with their legs spread wide!" "Well from time to time I do see a gal who flirts when she's naked but Pat is a friend of yours. It surprised me." "On the other hand," Peggy said "do you remember Pat in that skimpy bikini at the club pool? She likes to show off her body. The guys at the club all like to look at her. Sometimes I feel sorry for Joe. Some girls have a touch of exhibitionism and I think Pat is like that." Peggy rolled over on her side and threw one leg over my body. "It's a damn good thing I trust you, baby. Can I interest you in using those soft hands all the gals talk about? I've been thinking about going to bed with you ever since the girls at lunch told me how soft you hands were when you examined their bodies. Why don't you start with my breasts?" "Horny bitch! I was hoping to get some sleep." "Sure you were! I can feel how sleepy you are! It's pressing against my leg." WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy had been chuckling to herself all evening and I knew she had something funny to tell me after we went to bed. She did! Moments after the lights went out she started. "I had lunch at the club today with the girls." "And what did you talk about?" "You'll never guess!" "Well, that's for certain." "Today the club had its weekly dessert special. It was cherry pie and Pat suggested we should talk about ... " I interrupted her. "Don't say it! I'm not gonna believe this!" Peggy laughed. "Well we did! We talked about how each of us lost our cherry." "I can't picture a luncheon table with six menopausal old broads sitting there ... " "I beg your pardon! We are NOT menopausal and we are CERTAINLY NOT old broads!" I chuckled. "You'd damn well better laugh! Menopausal old broads! I can't believe you'd call us that!" "But seriously Peggy. Did you really talk about what you gals did when you were teenagers in the back seats of old cars?" "We did and some of the stories were pretty funny. Pat was a riot talking about Joe. Everyone in the dining room kept looking at us when we laughed." "Pat lost her cherry to her future husband?" I asked. "Yeah, me and Pat both. Two out of six ain't bad!" "You're gonna tell me these stories aren't you?" "Don't you wish! NO! I'm NOT gonna tell you who your lady friends at the club were banging when they were teenagers! But some of the stories are so good that I have to tell you." "Okay what did Pat say that was so funny?" "Well, Joe used to ... you know ... use his tongue ... " "If you're gonna talk dirty Peggy, do it right. Joe used to eat pussy!" Peggy laughed. "Yeah, that's what Pat said and anyway, he did that on every date and one night was especially nice and there was a moon and she'd had a lot to drink and Joe gave her very special pleasure with his tongue and the next thing she knew her cherry was ancient history." "Anyway, that night when he kissed her good-night at her sorority house, she looked up into his face and said ..." - Peggy started to laugh - "she said to him ..." more laughter. "Come on Peggy get yourself under control!" I said. "She said to him," Peggy said, choking back her laughter, "Pat said to him 'Okay Joe. Tonight you ate your last piece of cherry pie.' And when she said that the whole table burst out in hysterical laughter. Everybody in the dining room looked at us and knew we were telling dirty jokes or something." "And then -- get this - the waiter comes over to the table and tells us that there's more cherry pie in the kitchen if we want some -- I think he misunderstood what Pat said about the last piece of cherry pie. And then everybody breaks out laughing all over again." "And then Lois whispers, 'Too bad there's only one piece of cherry pie in each kitchen -- I could have used an extra piece for Bob' and everybody starts to laugh again." "Jesus! Women! You didn't tell them about us did you?" "You mean about that big oak tree in the Sigma Kappa parking lot and that beat up old blue Plymouth you used to drive?" "Well yeah, you didn't ..." "I certainly did. Margie started talking about your soft hands and how gentle your voice was when you did a pelvic and she asked me if your hands were that way when you were in medical school and I said you hadn't changed a bit." "Jesus, you didn't." "I did. And then Margie said 'With that gentle voice in your ear and one of those soft hands creeping up your thigh you didn't have a chance -- not a chance! All you could do was spread your legs and giggle.' And I said that was exactly what happened. I just spread my legs and giggled. And it was still happening!" "I don't believe this. You told those women about us?" "Yeah and I told them about Gladys Detweiler too and they said I was right to get mad at you about her. They thought it was terrible for you to fuck her in OUR SPOT with me watching." "I didn't know anything about OUR SPOT and I didn't know you were watching. I never thought of you as a God damned peeping Tom." That did it! I should never have called her a peeping Tom. She started out again about Gladys Detweiler and that Plymouth bouncing up and down in OUR SPOT and I kept telling her it all happened twenty-four years ago but that didn't seem to matter. It took me half an hour to get her calmed down. THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy chuckled in the darkness before she spoke. "Margie talked about your soft hands again today. You did her annual exam yesterday and your hands turned her on big time." "Did Margie say that?" "Not exactly, she just talked about how soft your hands were. But I had coffee with Gail today and she told me about Margie's exam. Now I know why Margie always talks about your soft hands." Gail, my office nurse, was a classmate of Peggy's in nursing school and they were close friends and often had lunch or coffee together. I had been in the OR most of the day today. "What exactly did Gail say?" "She said Margie got a hard on." "Well," I said slowly, "her clitoris may have gotten a little bit erect ... but ..." "A little bit?" Peggy laughed. "Gail said it was as hard as a rock and standing out like a big lead pencil!" "What else did my loyal nurse tell you?" I was a bit irritated that Gail had shared with Peggy what she saw, but she was a great nurse and I guess girls will be girls. "She said Margie has a big loose pussy." Peggy laughed. "A four finger pussy and your hand just slipped in real easy almost up to your wrist." "Margie's fifty years old. She's had three kids and I think Bill has been using her hard for the better part of thirty years. She's stretched out a bit." "Doesn't she do her Kegels?" "I've explained those exercises to her but I don't think she does them regularly." "If a gal wants a tight pussy she's gotta exercise those muscles every day. Without good pelvic muscles when she gets older she's gonna start to drip urine every time she coughs. Didn't you explain that to her?" "Darling I always try to do my job!" I said, a bit frustrated. "Well baby I do my Kegels every day," said Peggy. "I'm not gonna have MY hubby check out pussy all day long -- some of it prime young stuff -- and then come home to a big loose one. I'm as tight as I was that first time you pulled my pants down in that beat up old Plymouth!" "You are that honey, you are exactly that!" I said. And it was true! Peggy's orgasms grabbed my dick like a tight fist. "Gail said Margie pumped her ass when you examined her." "Margie did not pump her ass!" I couldn't believe Gail told her that. "Gail said she did!" "Well ... when I reached up deep to feel her ovaries she lifted her hips up to give me better access so I could get my fingers deeper. Maybe that's what Gail saw." "So she DID pump her ass! Gail said she was breathing hard like she was about to cum." "Most women breathe hard during a pelvic examination." "Yeah, they do! Especially when YOU do the pelvic with those soft hands of yours." Peggy was chuckling now. She thought it was funny that Margie got sexually aroused during her pelvic examination. "Gail said Margie was about to cum. She said that you put your thumb on that hard clit when you went deep and Margie was pumping her ass, rubbing her clit on your thumb, and she would had popped one off if you hadn't moved your hand." "Oh I don't think she was that aroused." "That's not what Gail told me," Peggy said laughing. "Well ... okay, she was aroused. Margie gets that way every time I examine her." I remembered the times I had examined Margie in the past -- she always turned on. There was no question she would have had an orgasm if I had left my thumb on her clit a little longer. "God that's funny!" Peggy laughed. "She's always so damn dignified at the club. It's fun to imagine her turning into a horny bitch, laying there with her big thighs spread, pumping her ass, and humping your thumb, with Gail standing right there watching that big loose pussy get juicy and start to drip. She must have been really hot to have done that!" "Yeah, she was hot. She always gets hot when I examine her, even with Gail standing there. She can't help it. But baby, don't you dare say anything to her about it. It's too personal and she has no idea you know about it. Okay, Gail told you the truth. Margie was pumping her ass, that big clit was as hard as a rock, and she WAS about to cum." "Does she always do that?" Peggy asked, fascinated by Margie's reaction. "Always," I said. I wish Gail had not told her, but now that she knows I might as well tell her the whole story. "Has she ever cum?" Peggy asked with a chuckle. "No," I said. "Close sometimes and a couple of contractions now and then but never a full orgasm. But she'd cum every time if I left my fingers in her long enough." "How often do women turn on like that when you examine them?" "Not very often - but every now and then a gal does that. That's why I always have Gail standing by the examination table. To be sure it doesn't get out of hand." "Just don't let Margie spread those fat thighs without Gail standing by," Peggy said, laughing. "According to Gail, Margie's hot for your bod. Good night dear." "Not for my bod honey, for my hand! Good night dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED "I had coffee with Gail again today," Peggy said. "Oh shit! More sex talk! That's all you gals talk about," I said. "We talked about Pat flashing her tits and prancing around naked for you. Gail was well aware of Pat's exhibitionism -- she's seen it before with other doctors. That's why she left the room for so long. She wanted to give you time to enjoy the view." "I didn't enjoy the view." "I told her that and she thought it was funny. She said I was to tell you to enjoy looking next time. Besides, she said you should remember that Pat enjoys having a man look at her body in a bikini at the pool and having a guy looking at her buck-naked is even better." "Some women are like that," I said. "Gail says you're doing her a favor to look. Beside darling, I don't care. I trust you. Just go ahead and enjoy the view. You're always looking at her in that bikini by the pool." "You're right! She looks great in that bikini! The way she walks around and poses. Her long legs ... and the way those long legs just ... well you know what I mean ... she just looks sexy." "You crazy bastard! Naked on her back in your office with her legs spread and your fingers in her pussy she's all business! Prancing around the pool in a tiny bikini she turns you on! Jesus! When a gal's married to a gynee-doc, how the hell does she explain crazy things like that to other women?" "Yeah, I do like to watch her in a bikini, but somehow ... it's hard to explain ... it's not the same in the office. It's just, well, you know, it's different." Peggy laughed. "God it's fun being inside your head! Yeah baby, I know it's different. That's why I trust you so much." "You have lunch with some very interesting women," I said. Peggy chuckled. "Yeah. One likes my husband to play with her pussy, another likes to strip down and jiggle her tits at him, and God knows about the other three. What do they like?" "You know I don't like to talk about my patients." "I'll just ask Gail. She'll tell me." "Well, Sharon and Trish are nothing special, they just spread their legs and lay there quietly. But Lois can be interesting sometimes." Peggy giggled again. "Lois? Oh my God! Lois! Tell me! Tell me!" "Not tonight dear. You just look at her across the luncheon table and try to imagine what she does." "Give me a clue at least," Peggy begged. "I'm gonna ask Gail. "Okay, I'll give you a clue: Gail can't see her do it, but Lois is a very horny woman when her legs are spread and my fingers are inside her. If you're good to me I might tell you about it another time." "Shit! And I know what you mean by 'good to you,' you horny bastard! But I'll do it if you tell me about Lois." "And you always do it so well. Good night dear." "Good night." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED I was almost asleep in the dark bedroom when Peggy spoke. "I had coffee with Gail after she got off work today. She told me about your new patient." "My new patient?" "Yeah. Dr. Grassley, Dr. Pamela Grassley," Peggy said in that super-sweet voice that told me there was a problem brewing. "Oh, you mean Pam?" I said. "So you're on a first name basis already," Peggy said in an irritated voice. "Darling, all the clinic doctors are on a first name basis. Dr. Grassley is a new member of the clinic staff. She just completed her Chief Residency in general surgery at MU. She was at the top of her class and she's an outstanding young surgeon. The clinic is lucky to get her." "And she's got big tits!" Peggy said in a loud voice. "Well, I don't know what you expect me to say about that," I said defensively. This conversation was going in the wrong direction. Downhill! "And she's got long shapely legs and she wears short skirts and high heels -- not low heeled shoes like the other female doctors wear." Peggy was mad and I did not know why. "Well I don't know why she wears high heels," I said. "But ..." "She wears high heels to show off her long, lovely legs!" Peggy said. "That's why I wore heels like that when I was twenty-eight!" The room was pitch dark but I knew exactly what Peggy's face looked like. I had seen that expression before when she was pissed. But why the hell was she pissed? "Darling," I said softly, "you seem upset. Why are you ..." "Upset? Upset? Why would I be upset?" Peggy was really angry now. "Why the hell should I be upset? You played with her tits and her pussy all afternoon. Why the hell should THAT upset me?" This was ridiculous! Pam had asked me to do a pelvic exam and a breast exam. She had selected me as her gynecologist, just as she had selected Dr. Adams as her general internist. All the docs in the clinic had selected other docs to provide care. They say that a lawyer who defends himself has a fool for a client -- the same goes for doctors. I was just doing my job. Why was Peggy so upset? What the hell had Gail told her? "Darling," I said softly, "did Gail say something that upset you?" "Gail said a lot of things that upset me!" "What in the world did Gail say?" "She said that Pam has really big, firm breasts with large nipples that got hard as rocks when you examined them." "Women's nipples often get erect when they are examined. I don't see why ..." "Gail said you took your time examining her breasts!" "Well of course I took my time. I wanted to be thorough and not miss anything. Not on another doctor -- especially a surgeon!" "According to Gail you didn't miss a thing! Gail said that was one of the longest, most detailed breast exams she had ever seen you do." "That's an exaggeration!" I said defensively, although as I thought about it I had spent more time than usual. "And Gail said that the pelvic exam you did was something to behold -- those were her exact words -- something to behold." Peggy was wound up and really angry now. Was she jealous? How could she be? "Gail said Pam asked you if she was doing her Kegels properly and you just stood there with your fingers in her pussy while she went through her routine." I remembered how tight that young vagina was and how firm her Kegel contractions had been. "Gail said you took a long time -- a very long time -- before you told her she was doing her Kegels properly." "Well ... I ... I wanted to be sure." "Of course you wanted to be sure! You bastard! That young pussy was tight squeezing your fingers wasn't it?" "Well ..." "Answer me you bastard. It was tight wasn't it?" "Yeah it was tight. What's wrong with you Peggy? You can't be jealous! You've never acted this way about a patient before." "Jealous?" Peggy was almost shouting now. "Jealous of a sexy twenty eight year old bitch with long legs and big firm tits and a tight pussy who wants you to check out her equipment and feel her Kegels. And after you've finished playing with the bitch she tells Gail that you have the most wonderful soft hands she's ever felt? How the hell could THAT make me jealous?" "Darling get serious! She's twenty years younger than I am." "Twenty years younger! And THAT'S supposed to make me feel better? Right? You bastard! She's looking for a husband -- that's what she's doing and she's showing you what she's got to offer - showing you the merchandise." "Why in the world would you say that?" "Gail said she wasn't married. Springfield is a small town -- damn few eligible bachelors live here! She makes twice the money most men her age make and no guy wants his wife to make more than he does. She's twenty-eight and her biological clock is ticking. And she is one good-looking bitch! She'd like nothing better than to walk off with a wonderful guy with soft hands. And Jesus, baby, you're really a handsome guy and I'm just ... I'm just ..." "You're just the most beautiful woman I know and sexy and fun and you've got a great body that I love to play with. No one in the world could ever take your place, and darling you know you can trust me!" "Yeah I know that. But it still pisses me off when you have so much fun all afternoon with a beautiful, smart, sexy woman twenty years younger than me -- with big firm tits and a tight pussy. I don't want to get fucked with you thinking about that sexy young bitch!" Which was another way of saying that I was not gonna get laid tonight! Then, suddenly, I remembered something very important. "Darling, I'm not thinking about her. There's something Gail didn't tell you." "What didn't Gail tell me?" "Like a lot of young gals these days, she shaves her beaver." "Oh my God!" Peggy gasped. "She showed you a naked snatch?" I chuckled. "Naked as a jay-bird! Shaved clean!" "And you turned off like you just walked into the operating room." "I turned off." Peggy started to laugh. "Jesus! I would like to have seen that! The bitch spreads those lovely legs and shows you her special jewel all shaved naked for your pleasure and you turn off big time!" "That's what happened." Peggy chuckled and then said softly, "Honey, reach over here and tickle this hairy thing. With your soft hands it's gonna get user friendly in a couple of minutes." I could feel her move in the darkness to spread her legs. I remembered how sexy she looked walking around the bedroom naked in spikes that set off her lovely legs. She did that a lot because she knew it turned me on. TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED It had been an exhausting day -- five cases and over eight hours in the operating room. I closed my eyes and drifted off in the darkness, glad that Peggy had forgotten about Dr. Pamela Grassley. "Honey, what is ceftriaxone?" That woke me up! Her question hit me out of the blue. What the hell was Peggy asking this for? She could easily look it up. "It's an antibiotic, honey. Didn't you look it up in the PDR?" "What's it used for?" Peggy asked, ignoring my question about the PDR. "In older adults, mostly for hospital acquired pneumonia and the pediatric guys use it too -- for meningitis I think," I answered. "So you don't use it?" Peggy asked. What the hell was this all about? She was running me in circles. "I rarely have occasion to use it except ... except ... " "Except when?" Peggy asked firmly. Then it hit me. "Why do you want to know the answer to that question?" I asked. Something was obviously going on here. Peggy lay silent for a moment before she spoke. "Lois told me that Carolyn Ames picked up a prescription for a big dose of ceftriaxone from our pharmacy," Peggy said. Lois again. It always starts with Lois. She knew every drug every member of the club was taking. What the hell was this all about? "Who wrote it?" I asked. "A guy named Morgan from Joplin." "I know him. Dr. Morgan does GYN - solo practice in Joplin." "So?" Peggy was waiting for my answer. She must have already looked this up but she wanted me to confirm what she had discovered so she could be sure. "I think you already know the answers to your questions, dear. Am I right?" I could feel Peggy nod her head yes as she lay quietly next to me in the pitch-dark bedroom. "I just want to be sure," she said softly. "Okay," I said with a big sigh. "Ceftriaxone is a third generation agent that gynecologists use to treat drug resistant gonorrhea. Most guys use it up front now, because the disease is very often drug resistant to start with. I don't see much clap in my practice." "That's what I thought," Peggy said. "Where the hell did Carolyn get the clap?" "There's a more important question than that," I said. "What's more important than ... Oh shit! You mean has she given it to Rich?" "Yeah," I said. "Or did he give it to her. Who's been playing around?" "Well none of us has any idea," Peggy said. "What the hell does 'us' mean?" I asked. Then my mind flashed to that damn luncheon group. They sometimes had lunch on Tuesday. This meant that six nosey, gossipy broads were in on this secret which meant that it was hardly a secret any more. Peggy continued, "I checked the PDR on line from the club and told the gals at lunch what I thought. Not one of us knew about anybody Carolyn had been seeing -- of course she would have been very careful. And, I mean, Rich is a very loving husband -- I mean, we always thought he was." "Yeah," I said. "Anyway, the girls are gonna ask around." "Jesus!" That was all I could say. There were going to be a lot of ladies at the club who would hear about this and all of them were gonna be "asking around." I began to think about poor Rich Ames. Rich was an invasive cardiologist at the clinic - and a good one. I had met him many times and served on committees with him but I did not know him all that well. Peggy and I did not socialize with them. He did not impress me as the kind of guy who would cheat on his wife. Carolyn, on the other hand, struck me as the type. She was always a bit overdressed -- flashy -- and wore a little more perfume than I liked. She usually wore a tiny bikini around the pool that showed off a fabulous figure. "Well, there's nothing more we can do tonight. Good night, dear." "Good night, dear." WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED In the darkness I told her what she was waiting to hear. "I checked with Art today," I said, "and Rich Ames came to see him yesterday with urethritis. A smear showed the little red bugs. Culture's not back yet, but Art started treatment. If Rich suspected he got infected from some broad he would never have gone to Art or anyone else in the clinic. He probably assumed he had non-specific urethritis, not GC. Art told him he couldn't be sure till the culture came back." "If Carolyn went to a doc in another town, that makes it look like she's the one playing around," Peggy said. "I agree," I said. "The ladies of the club are all on red alert, putting together everything they all know about Carolyn Ames." Jesus! I thought. If the Spanish Inquisition had a team of investigators like this, just imagine how many Spaniards would have gone to prison! FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED I was wide-awake. No way was I gonna sleep. I had to know. All through dinner I had wanted to ask her, but I had waited. "The girls have come up with nothing. Zilch! Nobody has any clue that Carolyn is playing around," Peggy said. "Have you talked to Art again?" "Yeah, it's GC all right. Art told Rich yesterday afternoon and Rich is pissed. Art and Rich had a long talk. It seems that Rich had not been performing his husbandly chores as often as Carolyn thought necessary and they had a big fight last spring. Art thinks Rich was so busy learning several new invasive techniques that he neglected his duties at home. Anyway, it was a bad fight." "The girls picked up on that. That was a couple of months ago. That's when Carolyn got that white bikini -- and don't tell me you didn't notice that!" I remembered that white bikini. So thin that when it got wet you could see her nipples and her beaver! She only wore it once and then somebody must have said something to her. Peggy was pissed that I was at the pool that afternoon. Why the hell she got mad at me I'll never know. "I'm not sure I remember," I said acting puzzled. "Don't try that on me you bastard! You notice every good figure at that pool!" I laughed. "Well, it was about that time that Art says their trouble started. Anyway, Rich called Jim Williams and retained him for whatever the hell this thing is gonna turn out to be." "Jim Williams? Shit! Margie didn't mention that at lunch today." "Well of course she didn't. Jim's a very professional attorney. It's none of Margie's damn business." "None of her business? Margie's his wife and Carolyn is her friend. Of course it's Margie's business. I'd expect you to tell me if you got involved in this thing. You would wouldn't you?" I didn't answer. "Wouldn't you?" "I guess," I mumbled. "Good night dear." "Good night." WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED TWO WEEKS LATER I was nowhere near sleep. I was eager to hear what my loving wife knew. The luncheon group had met today. "I had lunch with Margie today," Peggy said. "The usual luncheon group?" "Yeah, and there's some news," Peggy said. "There's always news when you gals get together. Gossip - gossip - gossip!" "It's not gossip! We exchange information," Peggy said firmly. "Anyway, Jim's had a detective agency working on this thing and they've got motel records and checks and all sorts of stuff. Carolyn was really dumb!" "How the hell does Margie know that? Jim would never share confidential stuff with Margie!" "He didn't. The detective agency sent a file to Jim at home. It was marked 'CONFIDENTIAL' so Margie figured it was important and opened it." "Jesus!" "Anyway, Margie says Carolyn's fuckin a bunch of kids -- graduate students from the university extension program. She met them taking some kind of class and then she took them to motels as singles and doubles and -- get this! -- triples. She was fuckin three guys in one afternoon! Guys fifteen years younger than she was!" I lay there in the darkness stunned! What would cause a thirty five year old woman to behave that way? It must have been drugs or grass or maybe she was more pissed at Rich than we thought. Whatever it was, she just lost control and was fuckin like a mink. "This is all documented with witnesses and everything?" "The detectives have all the proof they need. Jim was really pissed at Margie for opening that confidential package. He made her promise not to tell anyone." I sighed. "And so she told all the ladies in the club?" "Of course not dear! She'd NEVER do that! She just told our luncheon group. That's all!" "Yeah, that's all! Good night dear." "Good night dear." THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER We lay quietly in the dark for several minutes before she spoke. "Anything new about Carolyn, dear?" Peggy asked in that super sweet voice I had learned to pay attention to because it meant she knew something I didn't. Oh shit! Does she know? No way. She couldn't know. "Nothing special, dear," I said. "Then what the hell is this business about Carolyn's follow-up examination being negative? You haven't examined her -- I checked your schedule." "You checked my schedule?" "Of course I checked your schedule. I'm your wife! I always check your schedule. I just call Gail or go by your office and look at your computer." No privacy! No privacy at all. She's gonna find out about last Saturday - one way or another. I better tell her before she finds out. "Well, actually, I did examine Carolyn." "When," Peggy demanded. "She wasn't on your schedule." "Saturday morning." "Saturday morning? You don't even have a nurse available on Saturday except in the ER. Where did you examine her?" "In my office. Rich brought her in. He's humiliating her. He's treating her like a whore." "SHE IS A WHORE," said Peggy, almost shouting. "Carolyn talked to a lawyer and found out that there was no way she could walk out of this marriage with a dime. Rich can kick her to the curb anytime he wants to. She needs to stay married. She's got no choice -- she's not trained in any profession. She'd end up as a waitress or something." "The bitch doesn't deserve to stay married," Peggy said. "Well he brought her in to my office Saturday morning. He didn't even look at her. He just said 'Get naked bitch!' and she started to undress. Rich filled me in on what she had been doing. It was just like Margie told you. Rich talked about her fucking those kids while she stripped and then she stood there, naked, hanging her head down, humiliated, and saying nothing." "He said he's already looking for another position. Obviously he can't stay in Springfield. There may be an opening in Kirksville. He's trying to decide whether to take her with him or dump her. I mean, he just said all that in front of her! She's desperate. So she's just following his orders now. Anything he tells her to do she does. She's scared to death he'll dump her." "The slut ought to be scared! I hope he does dump her. She'll end up as the town whore - just public pussy! Hell! She's almost public pussy now!" "Where's that forgiving heart of yours?" I asked, half joking. "Look Tom," Peggy said very seriously. "How many husbands in the club are gonna hear about this and wonder what their own wives do in the afternoon? How many marriages are gonna be needlessly threatened because one wife in our club turns into a whore? How many happy marriages are gonna have old wounds re-opened? She hurts every wife we know. Shit! I wouldn't be surprised if even YOU had been wondering about me." "Peggy, I never ... " "I'm sorry! You haven't! Of course I know you haven't. But you're special -- not every husband is like you. That's just ONE of the reasons I love you so much." "Don't get so damn serious." "Okay, so you examined her in your office. No nurse or anything? Who draped her for the exam?" Peggy asked. "She wasn't draped," I said. "She was naked." "She just stripped down in your office?" "She stripped down buck-naked. Except for her shoes. Rich made her wear spikes. He said it made her look more like a whore." "Rich is right about that -- she is a whore. But, let me get this straight. The bitch was buck-naked walking around in spike heels with you and Rich just standing there looking at her and talking about her fucking those kids, two or three at a time?" Peggy sat up and leaned on her elbow. I couldn't see her in the darkness but I felt her hot breath on my face. "Yeah." "So what happened?" "I set up the table and got her into stirrups for the exam." "Into stirrups? Her feet up in the air and her knees spread out wide? Buck-naked? No drapes?" "Yeah." "Jesus! Then you did a pelvic?" "Yeah." "You wore a glove I hope. I wouldn't want you to touch that filthy pussy with your bare hands. "I wore a glove." "You got a smear and culture for GC?" "Yeah." "And Rich was just standing there watching?" "Yeah. I'd never done a pelvic on a naked lady in stirrups before and ... " Peggy interrupted. "She's not a lady! She's a whore! She fucks guys three at a time!" "Anyway, I finished the pelvic and she got up off the table. I was filling out the lab slips and she was just standing there naked -- afraid to get dressed till Rich told her to." Peggy was silent for a moment and then said, "I've got a picture of that in my head." Then after a long pause she chuckled and said, "And darling, what were you thinking?" Peggy was in my head again. "Well, it was just like she was in that damn white bikini at the pool, long legs and ... I mean really long legs and ... except ... except, there was no bikini." Peggy started to laugh. "The bitch turned you on, didn't she? You finally got turned on in your office. That's a first!" Shit! Peggy can read my mind. I had taken my time on the paper work and looked at Carolyn several times and yeah, she had turned me on. Damn she had a great body! She was thirty-five and still had it. Those big tits hanging there -- just a slight mid-thirties sag -- with big hard nipples sticking out. Laying here in the darkness, I remembered those tits jiggling as she walked, and that hairy bush -- maybe the hairiest bush I had ever seen -- and I'd seen a hell of a lot of beavers over the years. As I put my fingers in her I thought about three young studs taking turns using this hairy thing. I remembered her bush showing through that wet, white bikini that day at the pool. She had showed that bush to half the guys in the country club that afternoon two months ago, when she was pissed at Rich. I think that's when she started looking for some guy to fuck. I'd done lots of pelvic exams. But naked! That was something else again. It was not something I had ever even thought about doing. Rich was trying to humiliate her and he was doing a damn good job. I had the feeling that he enjoyed treating her this way. Maybe he'd keep her around for a while and have some fun with her and that thought turned me on -- thinking about what he might make her do. My loving wife couldn't see my face in the dark -- but she didn't need to. "Yeah! I can tell from the way you're breathing that she turned you on. You look at pussies every day draped in sheets. But not a single one of those pussies is ever attached to a bitch that's just stripped down for you and is walking around naked in spike heels doing everything she's told to do. And a bitch you know has been fuckin guys three at a time." She was in my head again -- Peggy knew everything I thought about. It's a damn good thing she loves me the way she does. Peggy chuckled. "I remember that day at the pool. Not a single guy at the club could resist that bikini! I remember the way they looked at her! And the way YOU looked at her! You horny bastard! You could see her beaver through that white bikini and her nipples too -- nipples the size of silver dollars." "And if those guys couldn't resist her in that bikini," she continued, "there's not a man alive who wouldn't turn on watching that slutty bitch walk around naked!" "Well, baby," I said. "I guess, maybe, she did turn me on. That doesn't happen very often," I admitted. "It doesn't happen EVER in your office! I know what's in you head and I know it doesn't. That's why I trust you to shove your fingers into every pussy in Greene County and never stray off the porch." "And I know what turned you on!" Peggy chuckled. "It was those spike heels holding up those long legs and that big curly haired beaver wasn't it? I saw it through her bikini that day at the pool and I just knew right away that it was turning you on. That's why I got so pissed -- I want MY beaver to turn you on that way not one belonging to some other bitch. I can't even begin to imagine you watching her walk around your office buck-naked! It was that thick bush wasn't it?" "Well ... Yeah, baby, it was the bush. That's the hairiest bush in Greene County!" "Hairier than mine?" "Yeah, honey -- but only a tad hairier!" "It's funny you being turned on in your office. But you'd never fuck her - I'm in your head, remember? She turned you on big time but you wouldn't fuck that public pussy even with some other guy's dick." Peggy was right. I was turned on but I'd never fuck her. "She's a bitch!" Peggy chuckled. "But, I can't wait to tell the girls at lunch. I want to tell them this story real slow. I know exactly what every gal at the table will be thinking when I tell it. They may not say it but they'll all think it." "Every gal will think to herself, 'I'm glad that Rich didn't make that slut strip down naked and parade around in front of MY husband.' They'll all think that! And then they'll all tell me how lucky I am to have a husband who looks at pussy all day long and never, ever checks any of it out after work." "Oh? And how do you know I haven't checked any of it out after work?" "Because I know what's in your head, darling. I know how you think and what you think. That's why I love you. Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Peggy reached over and rubbed her hand down my stomach. Then she giggled when she felt my hard cock. She stroked it gently. "Damn this thing feels good," she said. "And it's all mine. You know baby, it ain't who lights the fire -- it's who gets to enjoy the heat." "So darling, I'm gonna climb on this thing now and have myself some fun - even when I know you're thinking about another pussy. And you have my permission to think about the hairiest bush in Greene County, while I'm enjoying the heat it turned on. I know how to treat my husband to keep him. You're a keeper! And I'm planning on keeping you!"

Hotel Heiress: New Orleans

*This episode of "Hotel Heiress" follows the action to "Hotel Heiress: Behind Bars" so read that episode first in order to fully understand the action to this episode. Here's the back story: Young rich adventuress Valerie Masters was imprisoned in a woman's prison in New York for a murder she did not commit (this was in Episode "Hotel Heiress: Behind Bars). Through a sordid deal involving sex and an affair with a black prison guard, Byron, she was able to be released from prison upon the discovery she was innocent and she knows that the true murderer, Latina wild woman Alma Chavez, has been living in New Orleans. She has kidnapped her own lover the married photographer artist Ron Ash. Now Valerie and Byron set off to New Orleans, Louisiana, armed with guns, to take matters into their own hands, determined to save Ron and catch the criminal Alma. The series reads like fictionalized memoirs, not always in chronological order and the heroine is in her 20's and describes her experiences in the 1990's.* New Orleans, 1994 What a picture I must have made at that time. I don't remember what I wore. Each time period dictates its own fashion and in the 1990's, it was a fabulous time for individuality in fashion, unlike these days. I must have been wearing clothes that were not in style and certainly not my own California couture so I wouldn't be recognized. It wouldn't do at all if I was mobbed by the public who recognized me as a celebrity. That would keep me from doing what I came to Louisiana to do. I did not want the media covering my little investigation on Ron Ash's kidnapper and the real culprit behind the murder I was framed for. I arrived in New Orleans with Byron at the right time, during Mardi Gras madness. Now up until then, I had only been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras only once, when I was about ten years old, back when my mother and father were still together. At that time, still an innocent child, the city was magic. Everything was colorful and exotic, and the multi-colored, showy floats in the big parade were bizarrely beautiful. The old buildings and houses were so elegant. People were friendly and leisurely and it could have been the land of Oz for all I knew. I had no idea that this city had a dark side until I returned as an adult. I was still in my early twenties. There was no real reason why I should be in New Orleans on a manhunt for a murderous woman and kidnapper, no reason other than my own anger against her. This woman, this Alma Chavez, caused my wrongful imprisonment in New York, framed me for a murder she had committed. She then took off with Ron Ash, the San Francisco married photographer who had photographed me for his artwork in New York, a man I had feelings for. Sure, he was Alma's lover. He had a seedy side to his own nature, a private side of him that he didn't tell his wife Linda about. He did drugs. He and Alma were not only lovers but they smoked pot and did other drugs together. Surely by now, wherever Ron was, he knew that this girl was no good. She had taken him against his will to New Orleans and no one knew what they were doing or where they had hidden themselves. The air was filled with danger and suspense. I was risking my very life in taking matters into my own hands, seeking justice myself. It was like straight out of a detective "film noir" type novel but this was real and it's no fictional embellishment in my memoir. I look back and wonder what was I thinking? Was I that consumed with revenge and with anger? You bet I was! Looking back, I wish I had done things differently – like just left the case to the authorities, to cops, to detectives and investigators. But there I was and New Orleans and I was looking forward to an adventure and there was no turning back. Of course, I didn't tell my mother or father or closest friends what I was up to. I simply told them I wanted to get away and have some leisurely privacy in New Orleans. I specifically requested that no one come see me. The city hadn't changed much, at least during the daytime. I arrived in the morning with Byron and we checked into a hotel. I don't remember the name of the hotel. It had a French name and its theme was a Creole plantation house. It was not a five star hotel, certainly nothing as high quality as my own father's Seasons hotel chain. It was charming but petite little boutique hotel with about five stories and little fancy façade on a porch-like entrance. A rose garden was sprawled around it, front and back, and there was a mysterious, distant looking courtyard behind two large gates at the front of the hotel. It wasn't anywhere near the major city areas or streets like Canal Street or Bourbon Street. It was just a lovely little hotel hidden away from view. What better place for a celebrity like me to stay. It worked too. No reporter or paparazzo had tracked me there and the hotel staff didn't treat me like a star, just like another guest of the hotel. Byron was born in New Orleans and he told me he grew up there before he moved to New York City. He seemed to know New Orleans like the palm of his hand and from the minute we arrived, he served as my tour guide. He knew for instance that this quaint hotel just off the city's main streets was perfect for us. The walls were painted pastel lime-green, and there was no carpet and only polished wood floor. On the ceiling was a small gas-lit chandelier. Our little room had only one big canopy bed. Of course, I knew it was Byron's doing. I remembered our little deal back in prison. I didn't think he'd want to make love right away. It was still morning. We had our luggage sent to our room and we ordered breakfast, which consisted of Belgian waffles, fruit, and tea. The tea was exquisite and served as if it were high tea service. "Did you get enough sleep on the plane?" he asked me. "Yes, thank you," I replied. We sipped our tea. I had no idea why we were so formal all of a sudden. Here's the thing. The truth is I liked Byron. If he had not been my prison guard back when I had been locked up in New York City, and if circumstances had been different, this was the type of guy I would have been in a relationship with. I was attracted to black men as much as I was to white men. Byron was a handsome, strong black man with a lean, athletic body and muscle. While his hard Nubian body was made for sin, his face was so calm and so distinguished and even innocent looking. "Remember, this is not going to be a vacation," he said, "we're here on a dangerous little mission just because you want revenge." "Don't make it about me," I said to him, "you want to bring that Alma bitch to justice just as much as I do." "Lord knows I do. She ruined my life. She made me quit high school and I was on drugs for a long time. I had to go into rehab. She was always cheating on me with other guys. She doesn't care for anyone but herself and she's a walking danger. It's ironic that I turned out to be a prison guard after having been in jail once myself too –and because of her." "Do you have any idea where we can find her?" "No idea. It's going to take a while but we got to move quickly." "But we just got here. Can't we relax for a bit?" "Ok. What do you want to do?" We were quiet for a few minutes, the sound of the Grandfather clock in our room striking eight in the morning. The sun was streaming through the window and the birds were singing and chirping cheerily. Because we were just outside all the Mardis Gras action, we were wrapped in intimate silence and secluded in a very serene setting. It got boring real fast. "You want to fuck?" I said to him. "Hell yeah!" Byron's face lit up, as if I had said the magic word. We began to remove our clothes. Again, I don't remember what I was wearing; most likely it was a pink top that showed off my belly button and flat tummy and little skirt or something. He was wearing jeans and a tight fitting navy blue shirt. Underneath, I had a white, lacy bra and panties, which were from the latest Victoria's Secret line. I had modeled for Victoria's Secret and I wondered if Byron had ever seen me in one of those pictures from the catalogues. But then again, probably not. Women ordered lingerie from those catalogues and if any man was looking at those pictures, it was only to get off. He didn't act as if I was a big time celebrity. He was treating me as if I was just another girl. For some reason, I liked that! He stared at me, his eyes feasting on my fit white body, the sight of my firm, pert breasts and shaved pussy making his dick very hard. He licked his lips and he could have howled in his sexual excitement. He seized me possessively and kissed me. His lips felt damn good, hard, passionate, and warm. His black lips on my white lips. He had me by the shoulders and kissed me in a long and lingering way, as if we had all day. Of course I knew we did not have all day. But for now, here in the seclusion of this little inn, we were both ready to make love. His kisses became hot, matching the heat of the morning sun streaming into the little room. His hands roamed down to my back and over my ass. I moved slightly but he didn't let go and held me in place. Our bodies were pressed together tightly and intimately. I could feel how huge his cock was getting, his erection rubbing against my thighs. His cock was among the biggest I've ever seen, save for white male porn stars. The image of a big black dick was no myth, not in Byron's case at least. His hands cupped my ass as we began to bump and grind softly, moans escaping my lips. In one swift motion, he picked me up and he put me to bed. I was on my back, my legs dangling over the edge of the canopy bed. It felt so natural, so right. We had already enjoyed sex with each other at the prison in New York City. He was eager to feel his mouth on my pussy and he bent his head and kneeled by the bed. Taking my legs, he put them over his back. His face was over my pussy and his stomach touched my own. After kissing my stomach he began to work his tongue on my pussy. Expertly, he began to tease and caress my pink, smooth, hairless pussy with his hand rubbing it and making me aroused. He then laved and licked my pussy in an achingly slow manner. It wasn't long before I was in a sexual heat, making me shudder and moan as he orally pleasured my pussy. He must have done this countless times. It showed and I had enjoyed oral pleasure from boyfriends and lovers in the past (and not a far away past mind you, since I was only in my early twenties). He continued to fuck my pussy with his tongue, building a rhythm. His fingers slid into my wet and open pussy. God was this hot. I moaned and threw my head back, using my own hands to arouse myself further. I rubbed my breasts and fondled them myself, making my pink areolas hard. We could have been doing a scene in a porno film. There was professional touch to Byron's tongue and fingers, his magnificent oral treatment of my wet pussy. And I reached an orgasm that was real and powerful, my voice hoarse from moaning. We were not finished. After ensuring I had cum, Byron, whose cock was still hard, climbed up on the bed and spread my legs. He was on top of me, face to face, breathing, panting, wanting me like he had never wanted anyone else. I didn't get why he wanted me so much. He had told me himself only black actresses did it for him. He liked the actresses that appeared in Spike Lee films. "Jungle Fever" had been a hit not that long ago. But he was into me. He didn't care that I would probably never be his woman. He was just content to have this moment and this experience right here and now. He probably got a kick out of having sex with a star like me. I was panting too. He leaned over me and kissed me, his mouth open, shoving his tongue down my throat. Aggressively, his heart pounding, he began to seriously fuck me. His cock delved into my pussy, in and out, mercilessly, not wanting to go slow. His cock was as hard as steel. He had probably been hard or at least thinking of doing this while we were on the plane to New Orleans. His cock pumped into me, making me writhe under him. I threw my head back and let out a scream. He was grunting and screaming. He was a primal man, a jungle man, a man from the African bush that had captured a white beauty and was ravishing her until he was sated of his lust. The sunlight streamed over us through the canopy of the bed. The bed was now rocking, as if ready to collapse due to Byron's heavy and intense fucking motion. His hips smacked against mine, making a heavy sound. We were both screaming and fucking, our bodies meshed. He kissed my neck and buried his head there while fucking me. I raked my nails down his back and gripped his black buttocks. After a while, I had my orgasm and his followed instantly. He was still on top of me. Our heavy breathing became quiet and we relaxed, looking at each other in the face. "Damn girl," he said, "that has got to be the best I've ever had." "Best orgasm?" I said to him, wondering what he meant. "Hell, yeah. Best fuck, best orgasm, best oral. And I think I owed it to you after what you did for me in the jail." I remember that I had done a lot for him in the privacy of my prison cell, things that could have shamed a veteran porn star. Of course, looking back now, I don't recall everything we did. It's like a blur in my mind now. I guess it must have been too much, but also very hot. He got off me and we both lay next to each other, basking in afterglow and sunglow. I stared up at the ceiling, painted in pastel green. I felt serene and sated. Because it was still the beginning of the day I was also very energized. "What a good way to start the day, huh?" I said to him. "Yeah." "Do you think anyone heard us? I was awfully loud." "Maybe. Who knows. Who cares baby. You're a lot of fun. If someone heard us, what's the big deal? It's not like couples check into a hotel, share a bed and not have sex. Besides, it's Mardi Gras. It's party time for folks down here in New Orleans." "Yeah, but I'm Valerie Masters. They know who I am. Someone here could spread the gossip and dish out the dirt on me and you." "So?" "Well, it's not something I want said about me, you know, there's a word for a girl who does what I just did." "Will you listen to yourself? Since when do you care what people say? You're not a virgin. You're like what 21? 22? Didn't you go to college and have sex and take drugs? Don't you like to party? I read in a magazine that you really like to party." "I'm not saying I don't party. I don't want the paparazzi and sleazy tabloid reporters to start publishing articles with pictures of me and you and our "jungle fever" moment." "You poor little rich girl. If I were you I'd tell them all to fuck off. It's your life. "You don't get it," I said to him and I knew he really didn't. After all he was a non-celebrity. "What? What don't I get?" "It's not really the sex. It's the fact these bastards will profit off what should be my own personal and private life. Hollywood gossip columns are filled with half-truths and lots of lies. They take one photo of an actress behaving badly and they don't let it go afterward. If people take photos of us, they'll think we're lovers and that I'm expecting your baby or something like that." "If it's just bullshit why do you care? Look, don't worry. I'll keep us low-profile. No one said anything to us when we got here. No one seems to care. Everyone's so distracted by Mardi Gras to notice you." Afterward, I got up and dressed, careful not to wear anything stylish or fashionable. I took a shower with Byron but all we did was kiss and splash each other with water playfully while laughing, uninterested in another bout of sex. After dressing ourselves, we were ready to do what we had come to do in the Big Easy...... \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* I wore a pair of oversized dark sunglasses. Even before my rival Paris Hilton did it, I was doing it and even I wasn't the one who started the trend. In the 60's, Audrey Hepburn sported Ray bans in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and made it hip and cool. Sure, I looked more like a movie star with them on but Byron turned out to be right. No one seemed to notice me, caught up in the festive frenzy of Mardi Gras. We were on Canal Street and the Parade was passing through. The crowds were big and everyone, save for a few people, were wearing a variety of costumes, masks, tiaras, crowns, robes, feathers, long beads and Medieval Court Jester type of outfits. Cajun and Zydeco music was playing and people were throwing beads and little balls to the spectators. I heard people speaking English, Spanish, Creole French and a Native American language. There was not a single soul that was bored. In the crowds, I lost Byron for a moment. He was also trying to find me, searching the crowds. It was the easiest place and time for someone to get lost or kidnapped. People were wearing masks and costumes and at times it was even hard to tell who was male and who was female. After about ten minutes, I found Byron and we both agreed not stick together, if possible even hold hands while walking in the street. "Look we're not going to find Alma and Ron like this," Byron said to me, "too many people and we might not even recognize either one of them if we see them. Alma likes to party and if she's even here she must be in costume. I bet you Ron is too." "Well, I've been meaning to tell you," I replied, "I'm starting to think this was not such a good idea. I think that we're putting ourselves in a lot of danger. Alma knows this place a lot better and she might have friends in the criminal underworld, right?" "I wouldn't be surprised if she's friends with the Mob. She's certainly friends with drug-pushers and dealers." "So this is not something we know anything about. Well, you do, but not me. This is the type of work for a detective, Private Investigator or cops." "What better person to lead us to Alma than me, a former lover, a New Orleans man and I know Alma's little bad habits and old haunts." "Well, where is she then? Is Canal Street an old haunt of hers?" "She used to watch the Parade and sometimes she was in it as an exotic dancer in a mask." "Do you see her now?" Byron's eyes surveyed the girls in the parade. They were scantily clad, wearing high feathered headdresses and beads. They were dancing to the beat of the music and swaying their hips. Byron looked and looked, which I thought must have been a pleasant job for him, but didn't seem to pick out Alma among the girls. As for Ron, I had his features and body engraved in my memory and mind. He didn't seem to be anywhere here either. I'm sure he would have loved the Parade. In its own way, it was a free-floating, artistic and expressive cultural thing, the sort of thing that often drew his attention. He loved going to Burning Man, had gone to Woodstock in 1969 and as a San Francisco photographer, appreciated the individualistic and artistic American scene. He was friends with gays and lesbians who were artists of one type of another. But I did not see Ron anywhere. Byron's face nearly contorted as he pondered the matter. "Bourbon Street," he said. "She's in Bourbon Street right now?" I asked him. "No, tonight. The French Quarter has a little unofficial tradition of its own. Do you know what I'm talking about?" "No I don't, I'm from California." "Bourbon Street's night life is notoriously seedy. Strip clubs, prostitutes, and drugs. She could be at a dance club or strip club if we go there tonight. But it has to be tonight." He looked at me, his eyes falling over my top. I knew he was undressing me with his eyes, trying to picture my breasts. "Oh, and you'll have to flash your breasts if you come to Bourbon Street tonight. That's the "unofficial tradition" I'm talking about. Girls are drinking and they're wild and you get beads if you bare your breasts. If you don't, they won't stop bothering you or pressuring you to do it." "I can't bare my breasts in public," I said to him, "they'll recognize them from the little bit of cleavage I show in my soap opera." "Just do it, ok?" And that was that. The Parade floated down Canal Street, the Cajun dance music infecting the crowds who began to dance in the streets. Byron took my hand and before long we were dancing up a storm ourselves......... \* \* \* \* \* The French Quarter was alive with jazz music and parties. After the parade, Byron and I returned to the small inn and had lunch there. It was affordable and a smart move. I didn't want to be seen in restaurants in the city for fear of being recognized, photographed or interviewed about my being here in New Orleans. At night, Mardi Gras was crazier than during the day. Sure enough, I was obligated to lift up my top and expose my breasts to leering crowds. I did it with a group of girls standing in the sidewalk as guys threw beads at them. I liked the beads on my neck. It was almost like a pretty accessory and at the moment, the only "jewelry" I had on. Fortunately for me, no one seemed to recognize my breasts, not even from the art-house foreign film I had been in where I showed full-frontal nudity. It was early in the evening. The city lights glimmered like fireflies and some folks were still in costume. Of course, there were many drunks out and about. Their reckless behavior – throwing bottles of beer into the air, shooting guns into the air and making lewd comments to any girl passing by resulted in cops showing up when they got out of hand. Byron's eyes searched the street. He found a strip club called "Lady Marmalade" which seemed to be very popular. A lot of men and some couples were going in there and a heavy Techno music could be heard coming from inside as well as a blue light which went off and on in a fast manner to the beat of the music. "Let's look in there," he said to me. We walked into the club. Inside, a vast stage stood in the center, where a group of three girls were dancing topless and in thongs slowly. One of the girls was busily working the pole. Men were jamming dollar bills into the girl's thongs and at their feet. A cloud of smoke surrounded one table full of men smoking Cuban cigars. Everyone was drinking. "Alright, let's not look too conspicuous," Byron said," I'll pretend I'm ogling the strippers and you go and order a drink but keep your eyes open." Byron went ahead and stood by the stage looking at a brunette who had just arrived on stage and began to do her erotic dance. As it appeared, Byron was having fun during our little investigation and he even payed the girl a few dollar bills. I frowned at him and he only smiled as if he wanted to laugh. At the bar, I ordered whisky. Some of the men at the bar began to leer at me. Perhaps they knew who I was or perhaps they didn't and were staring anyways. I realized walking about earlier when it was daytime that this charming little Louisiana city by the water was also the home of many ignorant rednecks. They probably didn't follow Hollywood culture or read any magazines in which I was featured. "Don't I know you?" the bar tender said to me. Finally, I thought, someone recognized me. Yeah, I know I said I didn't want anyone to know I was here but it always, always felt good to be recognized as a star. Any star who tells you otherwise is lying. Fame is the ultimate high. I smiled at the bar tender. He was a cute blonde-haired guy with a tight body and he didn't look like a redneck at all. "Didn't you go to my high school, class of '88?" he said to me. I frowned and I walked away with my drink in my hand. Byron approached me and put a hand on my shoulder and leaned next to me to whisper: "No sign of them here. Sorry to say this but we should check out at least two more strip clubs." "This is crazy. We're not doing it the right way," I responded. "So how do you propose we do it, Miss Thing?" "I have a black-and-white photo of Ron and his wife Linda. Linda gave it to me while we were in New York City. Do you have one of Alma?" "Yeah." "Good. We can show people the pictures of Alma and Ron and ask if they've seen these two together in the city." "Good thinking. Ok, let's roll." We walked out of that strip club and into another. We didn't pay attention to the name. It was at one far end of the street with neon lights over the entrance and female torsos jiggling in yellow light. The place looked the same from the inside – a bunch of colorful lights everywhere and female bodies, both artificial and real, swaying their hip and gyrating in a seductive way. The strippers were doing their thing but here not everyone seemed to be interested. Some men were giving them money but most men were busy chatting and watching a sports news broadcast on the TV set. We approached two middle-aged guys drinking beer. "Have either of you seen these two people?" Byron said to them showing them the photos of Alma and Ron. The men examined the pictures carefully and didn't say a word. After a short while, one of the guys looked at Byron. "No. We've never seen them. So what are you two FBI?" "Yeah," Byron said sarcastically, "something like that." We went around the club asking the same question. No one recognized Alma or Ron and said they've never seen them. At another strip club on the other side of the street, we did the same thing. I split up and asked some of the strippers when they were exiting the stage. "I've seen the girl," one of the strippers said to me as she put on a robe and smoothed her hair. "You have? Where? When?" "She frequents this strip club but she hasn't come lately. The last time I saw her was probably a year and a half ago when I first started working here." "Was she alone or was she with someone?" "She was with two guys, tough-looking guys. They were in suits and smoking fine cigars." "Thank you." "Haven't I seen you some where?" the stripper asked. Ah, she recognized me as a celebrity. "Did you used to work here?" I frowned and walked away to find Byron. He had had no luck and he told me no one recognized Alma or Ron. "That dancer told me Alma used to come here," I told him, "but she must have been with her criminal or Mafioso friends when she did." Byron looked tired and unhappy. I must have looked the same. It was about eleven and we must have searched every strip club in New Orleans. It became pretty clear that if we were going to find them, it wasn't going to be at a strip club. We walked out of the club and back into the streets. Outside, prostitutes were walking about, some getting into cars and some getting into little hotels. The Mardi Gras air still lingered but it had quieted down considerably. We began to walk back to our own little inn off the mid-city area. "Why didn't you rent us a car?" I said to him, almost sounding like a nagging wife. "I know this city well and it was better to walk so we can have a better chance of seeing them. If we're in a car, we'll pass them by too quickly." "I'm so tired." "I know, baby, me too. We'll search other places tomorrow. I know all her old haunts." As we walked down the streets of New Orleans, surrounded everywhere by night-time party-goers, I noticed a little piece of paper the breeze had blown into my hand. I saw that it was a small business card. It read: Stone Private Investigators. Located At Julia Street, Port Of New Orleans, near the ship terminal. We work on cases involving kidnappings, missing persons including children and infidelity investigations. Hours: M. Lennon Daytime 9am to 5pm Mon-Fri, S. Martin Nighttime 6pm-2am, Mon-Fri. They listed their phone numbers which in addition to the office number was their cellular phone numbers. Now, you must consider that it was still pretty early in the 90's and at the time it often seemed as if only the wealthy had cell phones. Urban professionals and businessmen had them but not your next door neighbor. I had one, of course, as did my parents. My father was one of the first to purchase them back when they were big and not miniature. I didn't tell Byron anything about this. I had begun to think that I should seek out the P.I. that worked nights and have him look for Ron. It was best left to a pro. The problem was how to keep Byron from finding out. I'd have to find a way to do this without him knowing about it and still pretend to be searching for Ron and Alma. I'd have to think on it some more. \* \* \* \* \* We were in our hotel room again. The lights were off and only the dim light of the lamp by the nightstand was on. Byron was only wearing boxers and I could see that the bulge of his big cock under the fabric. He was becoming aroused as he watched me undress slowly. I was doing this to get him hot and horny, and then I figured we'd fuck until he got tired and sleepy. While he slept, I would stay up and then find the Private Investigator by the marina who kept late hours. I took off my top and skirt, my clothes piling on the wooden floor. I removed my bra and panties slowly and with my eyes never leaving his. I was smiling softly and enjoying my little striptease. I gestured with my finger for him to come over as I hopped into bed. Grunting appreciatively, he got on the bed next to me. We kissed, slow, burning kisses, our hands exploring our bodies. My hands went down his chest and stomach while his hands went down my back and ass. He seemed to really like my ass. I suppose he had an anal fixation and back in the jail he had already fucked me anally. He slapped my butt. Byron's kissed a trail down my neck, breasts, stomach and pussy. My nipples were hard and pleasure coursed through my body, making me throw my head back and move my body as his hands held my waist. He lifted me up and put me on top of him. "Ride my cock, white girl," he said to me, "ride it." "Oh God," I said, my voice choked with passion. I straddled him and this position I had always liked. I was in control of the pacing and I felt his cock slid up my pussy slowly, making me moan and arch my back. His hard cock was huge but my pussy was able to take all of it. It felt so damn good to bounce above him, each thrust sending me over the edge. I went slowly, building up to a faster pace, ensuring that he was getting as much pleasure out of it as I was. Up and down over his cock, up then down, finally increasing my pace. I lost myself in the moment; my head tilted back, my hands over my breasts, screaming my lungs off. His explosive orgasm came at the same time as mine. We were far from done. I told him I wanted to suck his big black cock and this made his cock hard again. He got up and held me in place on the edge of the bed. Then I reached up and began to rub his cock up and down the shaft, working it, giving him a hand job, ensuring that his cock was hard and ready. He moaned in pleasure as his cock grew again. He was then able to just slam down his cock down my throat easily. I sucked his cock gratefully, murmuring and gagging on its largeness. He took me by the hair and pulled on it roughly, making my head bounce a little. He closed his eyes and let out a primal scream as his cock fucked my mouth. Now, this being a memoir of all my experiences and adventures, I must say that each session of sex I write about is not a fictional. I ended up having lots of porn-movie style sex throughout most of my young adult life. Because Byron was young himself (possibly in his late 30's) he was able to stay hard and keep me satisfied. I loved giving oral and sucking cock and his cock was unlike any I had ever seen. When he couldn't hold it anymore, he released his cum all over the bed. I didn't like it anywhere on my body and whenever I could do something about it, I did. I have had cum showers and had it on my face and other parts of my body but I didn't much care for it. This is why I was a bigger fan of soft-core adult films that didn't show any cum shots. "Damn girl you give some good head," he said to me. He then took me fiercely into his arms and kissed me standing up. He slapped my butt again and he leaned on my neck. "I want to give it to you in the ass," he said. I figured he would want to do that. Well, I thought, if we have heavy anal sex that might just do the trick and put him to sleep afterward. "Ok, baby," I said to him. Growling, he threw me on the bed. The sheets felt good against my stomach and belly. I could still smell and feel his cum on the sheets. His cock was hard again (wow!) and I raised my ass to him. I faced away from him and got on all fours. He just moaned and looked at my ass as if it was the best looking ass he'd ever seen in his entire life. I thought that was saying a lot because surely he had enjoyed anal sex with black girls who usually possessed big butts that drove men like him wild. He didn't fuck my ass right away. He used his fingers to work my pussy, inserting them in and out of my pussy and making me shiver and moan in ecstasy. After doing a little of that he began to do it inside my anus. I had never had that from any man before but it felt good. His fingers went in and out of my anus and he even spat inside my anus and on his own fingers to make it wet and slippery. I moaned and writhed. "Stay still, hold on to something like those pillows," he ordered. I complied and grabbed on to the pillows. He then slammed his dick into my ass as roughly as he could. At the first penetration I could have been knocked over. It hurt but it also felt good. He began to move his cock inside my ass and shoved it as deep as he could. His balls slapped against my thighs and his hips smacked against my ass. He grunted repeatedly and fucked my ass like we wouldn't live to see tomorrow. He was great at anal. I cowered at the force of his cock inside my ass and screamed like I was under attack. In and out, deeper and deeper his cock went. "You like it in the ass don't you white bitch?" he said to me. Well, that was a surprise. Now he was using dirty talk and bad language when he had never done that before, not even back at the prison. He seemed to be enjoying this far too much. But of course, that was a good thing and it meant he'd be sound asleep in no time after this. "Huh? Do you like it in the ass?" "O yes baby, I love it, keep going." It was no lie or act. I did like anal. I just didn't get it that often. He fucked my ass harder and I felt like fainting. He released his cum before long and it was over my ass in big spurts. I didn't like that he had cum on me and I knew I'd have to take a shower afterward. He steadied his breathing and stopped moaning. "Damn, that was the best," he said. "Thank you," I said. He covered himself with the sheets and put his head against the pillow. He closed his eyes. Then he opened them and looked at me. I was standing by the bed smoothing my hair which had become disheveled during the anal sex. "Aren't you going to bed?" "Yes," I said to him, "but I'm going to shower first. You go ahead and sleep. I'll join you in a bit." He nodded and closed his eyes. I went into the bathroom and showered for a period of time I felt was long enough to ensure that he had fallen asleep. I dressed up again and looked over to the bed. Byron was profoundly asleep. My plan had worked. I sighed. Taking the little business card into my hand I looked at the address of the Private Investigator's office again. It was late. It must have been twelve thirty in the morning. The card said the guy kept late hours and he didn't close until 2 in the morning. I still had time. I got out of the room and headed to the streets. I realized it was late and walking alone during the crazy Mardi Gras time was asking for trouble. Drunken men were still around and maybe some real scum too and it was dangerous. I immediately hailed a taxi. "Where to?" the taxi driver said. He was a black man who looked very tired. I smoothed my skirt. It was a pink skirt which I wore with a white blouse and pink jacket. I kind of felt like I was wearing a pretty little Jackie Kennedy type of outfit and all that was missing was the pillbox hat. I had on stockings and heels. I thought that looking good for the P.I. would fuel his desire to help me immediately. Didn't good looking girls always drive Private Eye's wild in those film noir movies from the 40's? "Ma'am, I said where to?" he repeated himself. "Julia Street, the Port," I said to him. \* \* \* \* \* The office building stood against an almost dramatic view of the New Orleans ship terminal, where some cargo ships and even cruise ships could be seen. Julia Street stretched near the marina. The taxi stopped right in front of the office and I payed him the cab fare, which was not as expensive as cab fares in New York City. A breeze was blowing, a breeze that was coming from the nearby Lake Pontchartrain. The night air was cool. I took a deep breath and walked toward the door. It was made of some glass by the top corner and I noticed that the P.I. man was indeed inside, drinking coffee to keep awake. He buzzed me in and the door opened automatically. He put down his coffee and retrieved a cigar from a case and said nothing. I thought it was pretty rude of him not to say anything. I wondered what this guy was going to be like and whether or not he was competent enough to help me out. "Sit down, beautiful," he said after a while. I sat down in front of his desk. He finished his coffee and then put out his cigar inside it. He coughed. "You'll have to excuse me, I have a bit of a cold. Staying up nights is getting to be too much for me," he said," my name is Stone Martin, Private Detective." After he composed himself, he took a good look at me. I did the same. He was a handsome older guy, probably in his forties, with dark brown hair, a strong body, suspender pants and clean white long-sleeved shirt he had rolled up to his elbows. His face had a somewhat funny look, as if he felt everything was a joke but at the same time he had the toughest, serious-looking face I'd ever seen. It was hard to know whether he was going to tell jokes or yell. He looked as tough-as-nails and every bit like a film noir detective. "What can I do for you?" "I'm looking for someone desperately. You see, there was a kidnapping –" I showed him the black and white photo of Ron and Linda. I had also stolen the picture of Alma Chavez that Byron carried with him. He had put it on the nightstand by the lamp back in our hotel room. He looked at the photographs carefully, scrutinizing it as if it were already crucial to his job. He put the photos away in a folder that was on his desk. "I'm going to have to confiscate these because I'll need them for the case," he told me. "That's fine. Have you seen either of them in town?" "No. And you need to specify who you're looking for. The couple or the Hispanic woman?" "The Hispanic woman is Alma Chavez. She is a woman with a criminal past who for some reason or other never went to jail. She has friends among the Mafia and has in the past been a stripper and been involved with drug dealers. The man is Ron Ash, married; the woman to his left is his wife Linda. They live and San Francisco but their work – photography art – brings them to travel to various places in and out of the U.S. Alma met Ron in New York and became his –" "His mistress?" "How did you guess?" "I'm used to hearing things like that. You brought me a picture of a married couple and a single woman so I put two and two together and made the assumption that she is the married man's kept mistress." "Well she was only briefly his mistress in New York. Then she kidnapped him." "She kidnapped him? How long ago was this?" "I would say almost a year ago now. I was in New York City doing modeling work." "You're a model?" "I'm an actress and model. My name's Valerie Masters." I always said this with a degree of flair and slowly, watching for reactions to see if they recognized me. The guy took out another cigar and smoked in silence. He had an expressionless face. "I've never heard of you," he said matter-of-factly while smoking. What was with this town? I came to the conclusion that the further you are from Hollywood geographically in the U.S. the chances were greater that they didn't recognize celebrities. Of course I realize now that it owed to the fact I had done only a few movies and I was mostly a soap opera star. The soap opera genre has mostly housewife audiences. "I need your help. I came here after having been wrongfully incarcerated for a long time. I'm a celebrity for God's sake. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I'm rich!" "Ma'am, rich or poor, folks get screwed one way or another." This guy was no non-sense I quickly realized. He was already showing he was better for this job than Byron was. I smiled softly and crossed my legs. I had decided not to wear panties and this caught his eye as my pussy was briefly seen while crossing my legs. Ok, so I can give Sharon Stone credit for giving us girls the idea to do that. "Can you help me?" "Let me get this straight. You came here to look for this Alma Chavez woman and her kidnapped lover?" "Yes." "Did you come alone?" "No. I....I brought along my..my...boyfriend from New York, Byron." "And he's also helping you to find this woman and her lover?" "Yes." "Did it ever occur to you that this Ron guy went willingly? I have never come across a case like this. No woman kidnaps a man. The kidnappings I have encountered in my years as a Private Investigator were always males kidnapping women or minors, sometimes their own children during difficult divorce or custody battles." "I was there when she kidnapped him. It was in a neighborhood in New York City, possibly the Bronx. She shot and killed a black girl, Felicia Sullivan, and then she took off with Ron." "You're not explaining much. Was it the Bronx or wasn't it? And how is it you were there in the scene of the crime?" I didn't respond immediately. I feared this would happen and now the time had come. I had to confess my own misbehaving ways. "I was talked into joining Ron and Alma into going back to her place where we were supposed to engage in threesome sex." He was quiet as if surprised by this. He did not look at me with any real sort of feeling but regarded me like I was just another client. "I was drugged," I said to him, "I didn't want to go along with it. Ron and Alma did drugs together. But I can assure you, he was kidnapped. He is not the perfect husband and he has been unfaithful to Linda but he doesn't deserve this. I'm certain he's in grave danger. Alma is a vicious woman and once she's tired of him, she'll abandon him or even kill him." He was quiet, smoking that cigar of his. He got up and walked about as if thinking things through. He opened the Venetian blinds on his office and looked outside. "This is a corrupt, decadent and godless town, especially during Mardi Gras," he said to me, "if you can believe it, I get the most bizarre and criminal cases of kidnappings and murders around this time. It's easy to disappear in the big crowds and the maddening festivities. As for me, I don't care to party myself, don't even like Christmas." What was he on about I wondered. This guy was straight out of a film noir only it was for real. I looked around his desk. I noticed a case of cigars and I had the urge to smoke. I cleared my throat. "Do you mind if I smoke?" I said to him. "Go ahead, knock your self out, kid," he told me. I took a cigar into my hand and lit it up with the lighter he had on his desk. I hardly ever smoked but it felt so good to do it. It made me relax. Parker Stone moved about the office, pondering in silence. He returned to his desk and sat down, his eyes meeting my own. "Here's what I'm going to do," he said to me, "if you pay me now, I'll start working on looking for those two and investigating about their whereabouts and any new identities they might have assumed." "I can pay you now, yes," I said to him, already reaching for my purse. "Give me tomorrow to work on this. Where can I reach you? What's your hotel room number?" "I have not told my... my boyfriend... about my hiring you. I don't want him to think I find him incompetent for the job. He's just a ..a prison guard and doesn't really have the potential to do the type of work you do." "I think you're a bright lady to hire a professional like myself." "Don't call me at the hotel. I'd rather meet at the hotel tomorrow sometime in the afternoon. I'm going to make my boyfriend believe that we're still working on this case ourselves. The hotel is called "The Creole Camille" and it's –" "I know where it is." "I'm in Room 30. You can reach me on my cell phone number." "You have a cellular phone?" "Yes. I'm a celebrity remember." "I'll meet you there tomorrow at four p.m.?" "That would work." "Good. I'll give you a report on the progress of my investigation. Are you by any chance carrying a gun?" I took it out of my purse and showed it to him. It was a small handgun. "You know how to handle a gun?" "My first boyfriend right after high school was a cop and we would go to target practice and he taught me how to use a gun to protect myself. Do you feel I'll need it?" "That's exactly what I'm implying. Like I said, crazy town, crazy people and if this Alma Chavez is as bad as you say she is and has powerful Mafia friends, you'll need to protect yourself." I payed him, we shook hands and it was official. He was going to work on finding Ron and Alma for me. I just prayed to God that all would turn out well in the end and that no one would get hurt. Not me, no this P.I., not Byron and not Ron. I got up and walked out of the office and once again hailed a taxi to return back to the hotel....... \* \* \* \* \* The next day, Byron and I were in the city again, engaged in a day-long search for Ron and Alma. We were both carrying guns and we figured we'd just make a citizen's arrest and call the cops and authorities who were searching for Alma Chavez themselves. We did see some cops roaming about, but there was no way of knowing whether they were New Orleans Police or undercover cops from New York trying to find Alma. There was an air of tense danger in the air. It wasn't so much because Alma was a dangerous in and of herself, it was the fact she was affiliated with the Mob. She had criminal buddies and if she had killed before, she'd do it again. She'd consider it a special pleasure to kill me, a celebrity, and the girl she had framed. I was so glad I was seeking justice. And to me, it was justice, not revenge, though some would argue that it was revenge as well. Alma did not know that this was one celebrity she wasn't going to screw with. But let's face it. I was a spoiled rich California princess and I didn't know how to fight or use a gun. I had lied to that P.I. Stone Martin. I never had a cop boyfriend and although I had done some target practice, it was on a date and it was only for fun. I thought guns were purely guy stuff. So I was just as glad that I was getting help from seemingly two men – Byron, who was handy with a gun and was a tough guy having lived the way he had, and that P.I. Stone Martin who was also very skilled at what he did and could obviously fight and shoot well. But I just wanted to be there when they put the cuffs on Alma Chavez and when they sent her to prison. Byron and I searched everywhere, even in the little remote streets and the boulevards that twisted this way and that by the Mississippi River which flowed into the city. We searched uptown, downtown and mid-town. We even went into The Superdome and looked in the wharfs by the New Orleans port and Lake Portchartrain. We searched houseboats and sailboats that we suspected was Alma's New Orleans residence. No one seemed to know her and if they did, then they were protecting her and not wanting to tell us the truth. It was a nightmare. The hours flew and before long it was turning four in the afternoon. I remembered the rendezvous I had scheduled with the Private Investigator back at the hotel. As Byron stared at lovely paddlewheel riverboats leisurely floating on the Mississippi River, I got his attention by pulling at his shirt. "I want to go back to the hotel alone," I said to him flatly. "Why alone?" "I need a nap. I'm so tired. Please, Byron, I can't go on right now." He looked at me as if trying to ensure that I was telling the truth and that I wasn't putting on an act. Of course, being a consummate actress and a good one, I was able to convince him that I really was tired. "Well, alright. I'll meet you there at about six this afternoon then in a few hours," he said to me, "then we can have dinner and continue our search. Do you need me to take you back to the hotel?" "No. I will hail a taxi cab." "Alright. You know it just occurred to me that maybe that bitch is hanging out in riverboats. They have bars and casinos in those boats you know. That's the kind of place for her and her nasty Mobster friends." "Probably. But I really can't go on right now. I need to get some sleep." This time he looked at me with a degree of suspicion but it was fleeting. He smiled and kissed my hand. "Go, baby girl. Get some sleep." I took a taxi to the hotel and hurried to my room. Sure enough, right by the doorway stood Stone Mason. He was wearing a beige trench coat and it looked like he had not been waiting long. I was relieved. He took my hand and kissed it. I liked when men did that and it always came as a surprise. In California, the guys I knew never did things like that. I figured he was just showing off his Southern gentleman manners. "Miss Masters, can we talk in the room or at the hotel café?" he asked me. "I could sure use some coffee," I said to him. We headed downstairs to the unprepossessing café which was nothing more than a small room by the lobby with no artwork, no windows and a lot of tables. There weren't many people and the few were having light meals and coffee drinks, minding their own business, talking or reading papers. Stone ordered us coffee and then he looked straight at me and lowered his voice. "Miss Alma Chavez is not even in New Orleans," he revealed. I could have been knocked over with a feather. I tried not to look surprise so as not to make a scene in the café. "You mean all this time I've been looking for her she hasn't even been in the city?" "She has been hiding out somewhere in Cajun country, at the mansion of one of her friends whose occupation is supposedly commodities trading but I'm more than sure he's a big-time Mafia lord and heads a drug cartel." "How did you find out?" "Lots of investigative work, even offering money to anyone who knew. My informants said that Alma has been seen with the Mob boss in Baton Rouge and other parts of Louisiana but she is never around long enough to gain any attention. She is fully aware the authorities are looking for her. It's believed she maintains a crack house in an abandoned riverboat in the Cypress Island/Lake Martin area. That's the bayou. It's outside Louisiana in Lafayette. Because that's so far out there and the address of the mansion was never given to me, it will be hard to find it. My informants only gave me a few descriptions and they don't seem to know too much themselves." "I feel so stupid. All this time looking and searching for nothing." "Do you still intend to keep my involvement a secret from your boyfriend?" he asked me. It appeared as if he enjoyed my reaching out to him for help and only him. It must have made him feel even manlier. "No I think it's about time I told him what I've been up to," I replied, "I can't keep it a secret for long. Is there anything else you can tell me?" "Yes." He handed me an envelope and he gestured for me to open it. I tore it open and noticed it was a small invitation card. It read: Bal Masque, Masquerade Ball, In The Vieux Carre, starting at 8pm this evening and ending at 3am. Celebrate Mardi Gras in an elegant setting at a Creole manor. Costumes are required. They are available for purchase at the costume shop or if you wish to wear only a mask, they are sold at the entrance of the manor. The admission price was very expensive but I had brought money along. I was surprised and looked at Stone with a puzzled expression. "You want to take me to a masquerade, detective?" I asked him, "this is hardly the time for that." "You have to be there with your boyfriend Byron. It's been rumored that Alma Chavez will show up." I took a deep breath. "I will be there. I'll notify the authorities and we'll proceed carefully. You must be there, though. This is where we will make the capture and arrest, God willing." "Thank you, detective," I said to him. \* \* \* \* \* \* The costume shop had a kind of French "Louis XIV/Versailles" theme. The costumes consisted of colorful, elaborate, showy 18th century clothes that looked like the wardrobe on the movie set for "Amadeus". The women's gowns were long and frilly, and even high-piled Pompadour wigs were part of the costume. The men's costumes were puffy shirts, knee breetches, feathered hats and long coats. But some costumes represented other eras as well and some costumes were threadbare "country" clothes from Provence and there were Napoleon Era attire such as Empress Josephine gowns and Napoleon army uniforms. There were masks everywhere, of all shapes and colors, adorned with feathers and speckled with fake rubies and diamonds. I told Byron that I felt like going to a Masquerade just out of the blue. He thought it was odd but I pleaded and charmed him into saying yes and coming with me. It will be fun, I had told him, a way to relax and keep from going nuts over this dangerous investigation. Having money to spend, I walked into the costume shop with Byron and we purchased our costumes for the Masquerade. The customers there were Creole and spoke French and English, and the shopkeepers were also Creole. They were helpful in assisting us in finding costumes. I went as Marie Antoinette and Byron went as Napoleon, the most commonly sold costumes there. We were in an older section of the Vieux Carre and this was a very historical area that dated back years ago when Louisiana was heavily influenced by Spanish and Creole societies. The houses were pretty old and used as museums and the larger masons were used for public events such as political meetings and events, movie filming and concerts and balls. The Masquerade was held in one of these very old Creole manors and as soon as Byron and I walked in there, we were breath taken. Nowhere had I ever seen such elegance and such beautiful décor. The home was stylish, full of gilded mirrors, old and beautiful paintings, murals, chandeliers, elaborately-patterned carpets and room after room furnished with antique furniture. I wondered if my father could afford to buy these priceless pieces if they ever decided to sell them in auction. He would definitely make a good profit if he began a "Creole" themed hotel as a part of his already successful Seasons hotel. He had already earned a fortune with his other Seasons around the world, each appropriately suited to the country's touristy attractions. In Paris, he had French manor house themes, in Italy from Italian villas and in England he had borrowed inspiration from Buckingham Palace. "Damn, I've never been to a more beautiful house," Byron remarked, "I just hope I'm not the only black guy here." "No you aren't," I said, "see, there's a few black folks over there and listen, they're speaking French. They must be Creoles too." Byron stared at them. They were dressed to the nines in 18th century clothes and speaking French. Byron looked sheepish as if he didn't belong here. I figured he must have grown up on the Skid Row section of New Orleans and most likely had only a high school education under his belt. He did his best to fit in and walked about, holding his head high and looking mysterious and cavalier in his mask. We held hands and I made polite small talk with the other guests, feeling like a fairy tale princess at a ball. We headed toward the buffet table, weighed with silverware, tea, and an assortment of Creole dishes like gumbo, shellfish, crawfish etouffee and on other tables were a wide selection of French wines. Every guest had too much of a snobbish attitude and no one even recognized me from TV. I wondered if they thought owning a TV was beneath them. But although I kept a look of calm coolness, my eyes darted about and searched among the guests for Alma or Ron. I knew what she looked like but it was once again like finding a needle through a hay stack among all the colorful masks and costumes, like back at the Canal Street Parade. The host and hostess of the masquerade were obviously rich as Croesus and New Orleans VIP's, belonging to the city's wealthy elite. I didn't know them and I was pretty sure my own folks didn't know them. My dad had never maintained business contacts with the Southern states and had never opened up hotels anywhere in the South, save for Florida. He had two Seasons hotels there – one in Boca Raton and one in Miami. My father loved to vacation in Florida having grown up in New York and he often went there to play tennis, to go sailing on his yacht and to pamper himself among friends. But he had never taken an interest in making business with the South. I didn't blame him. It was like a whole other world here. "J'ai besoin de votre attention, Mesdames et Messieurs," said the host, in a pronounced French Creole accent, "we are so happy to have you with us tonight. This Masquerade is also being held for charity. If you wish, you may donate some of your own money in the donation box and this will go to the treatment of AIDS as well as cancer." Everyone applauded. I didn't think they'd have these type of charity balls down here. I had myself participated in such events with my own family. At the beginning of the 90's, the AIDS epidemic was widely known and a movement towards safer sex and also education went nationwide. "Ecoute! The orchestra has just arrived and the waltzing will begin. Ce soir, we have the privilege of hearing a Viennese orchestra." The orchestra was small; merely a chamber orchestra made up of mostly strings, and the violinists took their seats. They were not in costume but they were in some kind of old-fashioned orchestra uniform, and they were George Washington type wigs. The conductor was wearing the same kind of uniform and after adjusting the score on his small podium, the orchestra began to play Strauss waltzes. Couples began to form and they began to slowly move on to the ballroom to waltz. The ballroom was adjacent to the grand living room and foyer and here the floor was made of pure marble, looking like some giant mirror on the ground. The ceiling was high and numerous chandeliers hung from above, looking like dangling pearls over the dancers. "You know how to do the waltz, girl?" Byron asked me, with a little grin. "I do," I replied, "I was taught at a small age. I took ballroom lessons." "That figures, rich girl. Did they also teach you to ride horses and did you go to finishing school?" "Yes, my folks made me do all that. But believe me, that stuff bores the heck out of me. Not always, though. Sometimes I feel like waltzing with someone. It's very romantic. And I still love horses. It's just that after all those years of repressive teachers and all that culture, I had to break free and do my own thing, not what my folks wanted." "I see," Byron said, "like do drugs in New York City." "Well, that just happened by accident. I don't normally do drugs and the few I've done was no big deal. At least I'll never truly be an addict." "So you want to dance right now? I don't know shit about waltzing." "We don't have to but everyone's gone over there." "My God, is it possible Alma knows how to waltz?" "I don't think so. Maybe she hasn't arrived at the party. Look, some folks are just arriving." We looked into the direction of the entrance where costumed and masked guests were pouring into the house. It was now about nine in the evening and these people were an hour late. Among the guests I noticed Private Detective Stone Martin. I had the ability to remember body types and faces and I instantly knew it was him despite his costume and mask. His eyes searched everywhere but he also maintained a look of collected coolness and reserve. He didn't speak to anyone and made his way into the foyer. It was then when I decided to tell Byron about him. "Byron, there' something I must tell you," I said to him, "it's about the other night. After we made love and while you were sleeping, I sought a Private Investigator here in town." "Say what?" "Yes. I honestly think it's too much for us to do something like this. We're no professional detectives. We can't just do this type of thing without help. His name is Detective Stone Martin and he's right here at the party. He's right over there. He's looking at us." "Why is he here?" "He's already done some detective work and he has learned that Alma is not even living in New Orleans. She's living somewhere in Cajun country outside the city. She's got Ron somewhere over there. There were rumors that she was going to show up for the ball tonight." "She's here?" "No. I haven't seen here. I've been keeping an eye out for her. There's no sign of her or Ron here." The Detective approached and he shook my hand. He also shook Byron's hand. "I'm Detective Stone," he said to Byron, "and by now you must know why I'm here." "To get that Alma woman who's been causing so much trouble," he said. "She has kidnapped a man and that's a crime." "That's not her only crime. She killed a woman in cold blood. And I know she's killed other people." "And how would you know that?" "She used to be my lover." "Detective, everyone's dancing in the ballroom. I think it's best to stay here to keep our eyes out for Alma." "Good thinking." The next half hour was spent by the buffet table, eating and drinking and "staking out" for Alma. By then, many of the dancers had returned to the foyer and grand salon to socialize and drink. We were almost losing hope when we noticed that a woman escorted by two men entered the manor. She fit Alma's profile perfectly. She was a short, tan skinned woman and the men looked strong and swift. Stone leaned against my face to whisper: "Isn't that her?" "Yes," I said, "I'm pretty sure of it." He sprang into action at once. He approached them while Byron and I stood against the wall by the door and watched. He arrested their walk and he showed them his badge and spoke to them. I watched as Alma's mouth opened wide and she didn't seem pleased. You can tell she looked afraid and angry even with her mask concealing her face. At that moment, the two strong men who were with her pushed Detective Stone aside and ran towards me and Byron. "Get them," Alma ordered. The men grabbed me and Byron and we were locked in their tight grip. We tried to break free and struggled but it was of no use. The men took us, running across the floor and then Alma ran with them. They took us out of the mansion, down the steps, in full view of the horrified guests. Detective Stone screamed at Alma and urged someone to call the police. Moving quickly, the men and Alma took us inside a black limousine. Inside, there were two other mobster friends, dressed in dark suits. The limo was pretty dark and the lights were dim but the feeling of danger was in the air. This could be my very own final chapter of life. They looked at us with a grin. "Here she is, muchachos," Alma said, "This is the rich bitch I was telling you about. I can't believe my luck. I thought you were in New York." "You're not going to get away with this," I said to her, "by now police have issued a dragnet and they'll be coming after you and your crooked friends." "Shut up, puta," she said to me. I knew enough Spanish living in California to know that "puta" was a really wicked insult meaning "whore" or "bitch". I spat at her face, the anger that had been boiling inside me finally ready to explode. "You're going to pay for that," Alma said to me, slapping me. "What have you done to Ron?" "Oh, you're worried about him are you? That's pretty interesting because you're not even his wife." "Ron and Linda are my friends. I came here after being released from prison because of you. You killed Felicia." "I thought it was pretty funny how you went to jail for that." "You're a psychotic bitch," Byron said to her, "this girl has done you no harm." "Byron? Is that you?" Alma said getting a closer look at him. "Yeah it's me," he said, "and you've really gone "loca". Now you've kidnapped two more people. What the hell is your problem?" "It's not good to see you, Byron, especially knowing that you and this white bitch have something going on. You two fuck buddies or what? Did she make you her boy toy? Did she promise you to get you an acting career?" "Me and her are none of your business, Alma. Let us go. This girl's right. You're a wanted criminal and they're looking for you. That guy really was a P.I. and cops here in town have been informed about you." "Yeah, well, I'm taking us to a place no one can find us in a million years. It's way out in the swamp." "And pray tell what are you going to do with us there?" Byron said. "Oh, you'll see," she replied with a grin. I tried not to look afraid but the truth was I was petrified. She was obviously going to kill me. The limo driver remained a total mystery. I couldn't see him well and all I could see was his back. He looked like he was probably one of Alma's Mafia gangster friends. He was driving the limo pretty fast and cutting through traffic as swiftly as possible to get out of the city. Before long, we were on a long road that led out of New Orleans and into God knew where. \* \* \* \* \* Cypress Island was as far removed from civilization as I thought was possible. Lake Martin was the major body of water here, a vast, swampy bayou that seemed to stretch over a dark, foreboding wilderness. A grey mist shrouded the ground, and it was difficult to see the road ahead. The limo driver seemed to know this wild landscape well and remained on course, following a dirt road that seemed to go on for miles, deeper and deeper into the bayou forest. Cypress trees grew everywhere and many tangled brush. The road disappeared and the night's darkness enveloped us. I was scared. The limo came to a stop. Alma was holding a gun and at gunpoint she made us step out of the limo. Her mobster friends were keeping an eye out, as if expecting us to suddenly make a run for it. I could hardly see a thing. There was moonlight and in the soft silvery gleam that fell, I saw that we were standing by the little shore of a lake. Anchored to the shore was a riverboat or rather a pale ghost of a former operational paddlewheel riverboat. There it stood, eerily bathed in the moonlight, its color was a dark, smoky grey and it looked so old and dilapidated that it looked as if it could collapse on to the waters at any moment. "That's going to be your newest prison, bitch," Alma said, "only this time, you'll never get out of it." Her burly gangster friends in suits suddenly pushed us and walked us to the riverboat. Inside there was a horrible, fetish stench, like a nauseous mix of incense, nicotine, excrement and semen. The place was dark and only a few lanterns on the ground provided some light. There were no furnishings and no color everywhere. In some of the deserted cabin rooms and the salon, there were ponchos and old blankets spread out on the wooden floor. I figured this was her crack-house where she and her criminal buddies enjoyed sex and drugs. Here in this skeletal riverboat, there was nothing but hard floor which was cracked and broken in some parts. The promenade deck looked intact, and it was strangely beautiful in the glow of the moonlight, the deck commanding a view of the lake and the bayou nearby. We were taken to the nether regions of the riverboat. We descended down a flight of stairs that spiraled downward into darkness. The smell of feces was stronger here and there was also a very frightening, abysmal sense here. Would this be my tomb and Byron's? Alma's gangster friends carried lanterns to guide us down the stairs and on to the floor. Here we were possibly under the water of the lake and you could almost smell the water. I distinctly heard rats scuttling about. Alma said something in Spanish which I did not understand but her tone was strong and I suspected she was giving the men some orders. "You're going to Hell for this Alma," Byron said to her. "And even if I do," Alma said, "at least I'll have the satisfaction of having had fun on earth first. Muchachos, chain them up against the wall." The men had honest-to-goodness chains which they used to bind Byron and I against the walls. It seemed as if it would take one big burst for the walls to crack and for water to pour in. Alma's no-good buddies had taken our guns. From the moment they had forced us into the limo, they had seized them. We were standing, chained to the wall, Byron and me, looking at our captors and trying not to look afraid. Byron was so strong, so firm. He didn't show any sign of fear but I wondered if he felt as scared as I was. I had already turned pale and wanted to faint. "You'll be getting a visitor tomorrow," Alma said to us. She laughed in malicious pleasure and she and the two gangsters returned up the stairs to the deck of the riverboat...... \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* The visitor turned out to be Ron. He was dressed in a white, torn long-sleeved shirt (the sleeves looked as if they had been ripped) and some dark brown slacks that looked old and used, as if they had been the only pair of clothes he had been wearing for over a year. He looked defeated and dispirited, nothing like the energetic, strong, proud man I had met in New York. His hair looked almost grey. He had not lost much weight, and his body was strong-looking but it did look lean and as if he had been under a lot of strain. He barely had the energy to look up at me. Alma had him in a leash which she quickly removed. The same two gangsters that had chained us to the wall were with her again. "Remember her?" Alma said to Ron, pointing at me. Ron looked up and his facial expression turned to one of surprise. "Valerie," he said. "Ron," I said, moving against my chains. "Reunited and it feels so good," Alma said in her malicious joking manner, "Ok, boys, chain him up with the rest of this trash." "You're the trash, Alma," Byron said, his voice marked with anger. "Still showing spirit and courage are we, you worthless ni-" "Shut up. I swear I'd like to kill you right this instant." Alma laughed. "There's no way out for all of you. You'll be in here so long that you'll start going crazy with starvation. Then you'll die. I'm going to feed your dead bodies to Hugo." "Who's Hugo?" I said. "He's a big old alligator that Alma has been feeding with pieces of meat and by that I mean the corpses of men and women she and her friends have killed, innocent folks who stay at an inn nearby." "Shut your trap. So listen up. I'll be back down here in a couple of weeks. If you guys are still alive, we're going to shoot you and you'll still be Hugo's lunch, even if you're alive." "Fucking bitch," Ron said to her, "I don't know why even got involved with you. If I had known you were a sick, evil devil –" "Oh shut up. You were with me because of the drugs we shared and the sex and you loved it." "Yeah, well I wish I hadn't." Alma laughed and her gangster friends joined in. They went back up the stairs to the deck of the boat, leaving us behind, chained to our fate.......... When it was high noon, the same thing always happened; a swarm of mosquitoes that came from the shoots above and from cracks and openings on the walls of the riverboat stormed inside, making a hellish buzzing sound that drove me nuts. They would fly around us and we would try to fight them off by moving our bodies and struggling in our chains. We lost the concept of time, the three of us, Byron, Ron and I. We only knew it was day when the swamp mosquitoes attacked us and night when it was eerily quiet and we could hear all kinds of moans and animal sounds coming from the swamp. This was hell. I can honestly say I've been there. I longed even for the comfort of my little jail cell back in New York City, which was a palace compared to this nightmarish place. To keep our sanities, Byron, Ron and I had conversations, long-winded conversations about our lives, about our beliefs and about our past. Ron had played football in high school and some college and Byron had played basketball. Me, I had only played tennis and polo. Byron was Southern Baptist. Ron was an agnostic and his wife Linda was a Neo-Hippie Pagan. Me, I had grown up in a far too secular home and so I wasn't spiritual or religious in any sense. Since there looked to be no future for us, we couldn't discuss future plans. My hope was that the Private Eye I had hired, Stone Martin, would come to the rescue, he and New Orleans police. So far, there was no indication that this was happening. Maybe it was hard for them to locate this particular swamp. I told Ron about the P.I. and that also seemed to fill him with hope. When Alma and her henchmen returned, they found us alive. We were pale from lack of sunlight and we had lost some weight. It had been too difficult for any of us to sleep so our eyes were tired and bloodshot. "You guys are a lot of fun," Alma said, "I figured you'd be alive. Now we can have some real fun." "Alma, look," Ron said to her, his voice rough, "don't do this. Don't add another crime to your list. Why don't you just let us go." "You'd all love that and you couldn't think I was that stupid. You guys would tell the cops about me and I'll be in jail for life." "I wanted to make a deal with you," Ron said," that's what I was talking about. I'm rich. Valerie is too. We can give you money in exchange for our freedom." "Oh, no," Alma said, "I'm comfortable here in Cajun Country. I don't need any more money. I'm a Mafia princess almost. I want you guys to die at my pleasure. So this is what we're going to do. We'll let you loose and we will give you about half hour to run out of here. It's like Hide and Seek in the Bayou." "That's always a good game," one of her gangster friends said. I had a better look at them in the clarity of day. They were all Hispanic, their skins tanned and bronze looking, save for one burly white man who looked like he had been born and raised in the South. They were all obviously in some kind of ethnic Latin Mafia. They released us from our chains and Byron, Ron and I raced up the stairs that led to the deck of the riverboat. Our hearts were racing, too, our blood pumping, filling us with adrenaline. We knew we didn't have a chance. These evil-doers knew the bayou a lot better than us and no matter how far we ran or where we went, they would be sure to find us. There was also the matter of that alligator Alma mentioned lurking around the swamp. I didn't know what to believe was more dangerous, the predatory alligator who could kill us or the wicked Mafiosos who were going to be hunting us down. They were also as much animal as the alligator. "Jesus fucking Christ," Ron said, as we ran out into the unknown. The swamp was vast, sprawling before us like some huge naturally constructed labyrinth of tangled underbrush, swamp water and cypresses. Even the ground off the waters was wet and spongy beneath our feet. It felt like we would sink into it like quicksand at any moment. We ran, o God did we run, because our lives depended on it. I don't know what Byron and Ron were thinking but all the while I was thinking that perhaps we could outrun them and hide somewhere just long enough to make them stop searching for us. Then we could run back to the city and report our experience to authorities. But at the same time, hearing Alma's hyena-like laugh and the approaching feet of her henchmen made me want to despair. We were doomed in the bayou. We ran for about half an hour although it felt like an eternity. We crossed a thick bayou forest, and we felt that we had really lost Alma and her men after we didn't hear any sounds coming from behind us. And then it happened. We heard gun shots, lots of them, followed by laughter and swearing in Spanish. We turned behind us to see that Alma's men were wielding the guns Byron and I had brought to New Orleans. They were firing at us. Somehow, they were fast on their feet, coming at us like an invading guerilla army troop. They had changed clothes somehow, and they were dressed in greenish army slacks and shirts. They looked like they were having the time of their life. "How did they catch up to us?" Byron said. "Alma knows this bayou like the palm of her hand," Ron said, "except for probably the farthest end of it by the edge of the woods." "Keep running!" I shouted. We ran, the bullets flying in the air, the sharp sounds of their guns piercing our ears. Thank God they weren't rifles or machine guns, because that would most likely have killed us. The handguns weren't really powerful enough but the men seemed to enjoy providing us with a frightening life-or-death chase. Before long, we were somehow back into the swamp, which we had lost in the immensity of the wood. There was water beneath us and it was hard to run. "It looks like we're going to have to swim," Ron said. "I can't swim," Byron said. I knew right there and then that he was a goner. If he couldn't swim, he wouldn't survive. Ron and I didn't say a word but we began to swim, as swiftly as we could, stroking the waters with our arms and legs, looking ever forward despite the horror of gun shots behind us. I looked behind only to see if Byron had begun to swim. He was swimming as best he could but he was behind us, lagging behind. "O God," I prayed, the first time I had ever prayed, "please make this nightmare end and save us." Ron and I swam for some distance and then we turned to see that Byron had been shot. The men were approaching his corpse, which was just lying over the swamp, floating, bleeding. Just then, possibly at the smell of Byron's blood, the alligator they called Hugo appeared. I gasped at the sight of it. It was a huge, fat, scaly green creature with a strong jaws and a mouth that looked as if it could swallow an adult whole. And the thing did just that, devouring Byron's corpse, feasting on his flesh, taking its time in consuming everything it could. "Oh my God," I cried. Ron held me in his arms tightly as we watched in horror. The men were laughing but they dared not approach. Hugo was too close to them so they swam as far back as they could. They stood watching the alligator eating Byron from afar. I looked up and saw that the sun was still high in the sky which meant it was probably noon already or some time in the early afternoon. The sun's orange-yellow gleam mixed with the redness of blood over the swamp waters. "Come on, we better run," Ron said to me. Holding hands, we began to run again. Fortunately for us, we were no longer in the water. We found a small little trail, partially covered with branches and brush that snapped at our feet and seemingly grabbed our feet. We followed the trail into another part of the bayou. Here the cypress trees grew wild and the sounds of exotic birds could be heard. And God knows what other kind of animal. Further and further we ran, lost in the bayou jungle. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* We did not know where we were. Surrounding us were endless cypresses and the vast dark shade they cast. From above, a few streams of golden sunlight came through. From the looks of it, we were as far from the swamp as possible, but not far enough to be near any town or city. Birds sang quietly, the flap of their wing echoing in the air. The earth was no longer wet beneath our feet. Before us, shrouded by tangle vines and shrubs was a tiny cabin made entirely of dark pinewood. "What in the world –"Ron said. As we got closer, we noticed the cabin was on a small little knoll. When we drew nearer to the cabin, we saw behind it a panoramic view of the bayou jungle and in the distant background, sugar cane fields and towering above them was a ghostly looking plantation house. We stood in awe at the sight of it, just standing there, as if no one had ever seen it in years, a plantation house concealed in the bayou, lost in time, long since forgotten. Vines and thorns covered some of its walls. "That must be an old Creole sugar plantation," Ron said, "and this little house here must be one of many slave quarters." "Makes sense," I said. When we opened the wooden door, which was somewhat cracked and dilapidated, we heard a monstrous cry. I screamed. An alligator that did no look like Hugo leapt into the air and attacked Ron, pinning him down to the ground. It was the alligator from Hell, fierce, savage, blood-thirsty. It held Ron in its claws, and Ron, beneath its weight, struggled to break free, kicking in the dust. All I could do was scream as I watched horror. Ron said he had played football and it showed. His body was quite strong despite his lean physique. He was working muscles he probably hadn't worked in a long time as he wrestled the alligator on the ground. From the way they grappled, it appeared as if Ron had also wrestled in high school. There they were, man and beast, in a fight to the death. Already, Ron's shoulders and legs were covered in blood. The alligator fought with an aggression that frightened me. Ron had the creature in an arm lock, and it was wild in its despair, trying to break free, moving its strong, long tail back and forth frantically. They had moved around the ground and had somehow made it into the cabin. Since the door had been fallen during their altercation, I was able to see what was going on inside. Ron was trying to break the alligator's neck. The wild thing tried to take a big bite out of Ron, opening its jaws wide but Ron would use his big hands to keep its mouth from closing on him. Inside, there was hardly any furnishing and that was logical since it was only a meager slave's hut. There was a large wooden table with empty soup bowls and a few chairs, as old looking as could be, and some torn pieces of cloth that once formed drapes. There was one window, the glass smeared with dust. The sunlight streamed through the window, giving the little abandoned cabin glowing warmth. As Ron continued to fight with the alligator, his eyes searched the cabin. I followed his eyes and we both noticed a box of matches and a lantern. "Valerie," Ron cried out to me, "light those matches and light up the lantern. Do it now!" I had no idea what he had in mind but instinctively, I obeyed, knowing that this was out of survival. I lit up the matches and then the hand-held lantern which stood on the table. "Now throw it to me!" he bellowed. I hurled the lantern toward him. He didn't catch it but maybe that was his plan all along. The lantern broke upon impact on the floor, and a fire began to burn. Ron, holding on to the alligator in a strong arm lock, finally managed to break its neck and the alligator bent its head as if defeated, emitting a powerful groan of pain. It was in hysteria, thrashing and writhing on the ground, and it was in even more pain when the flames of the fire began to consume it. "Let's get the hell out of here!" he shouted. Ron took my hand and we left the cabin. We ran down the little dirt path that led into the bayou wood. As we looked back, we saw that the fire had become bigger and it was now burning down the diminutive cabin. The alligator had tried to escape but it froze completely at the entrance. It was bleeding profusely and died right there and then. "I thought you weren't going to make it," I said to Ron. "Me either," he replied.......... Too tired to run, we walked into the bayou jungle, not knowing what we'd find or what would find us. We feared it would either be another wild gator, for surely the swamp was infested with many of them, or Alma and her wicked gangsters ready to shoot us. By now the sun was beginning to set, turning the moist ground into shades of red and orange, and coloring the wilderness in fiery hues. Exotic birds were singing or bickering, flying about as if scared or in a hurry to get somewhere. We were in a part of the bayou that was thick with too many low-growing trees and undergrowth. Sugar canes grew abundantly here, and we even spotted footprints, ancient footprints that had never disappeared; reminders of the black slave laborers in the plantation. "It's going to get dark soon," I mentioned, "what are we going to do, Ron? Where will we sleep? We're too far from any town. I feel like we're going to die sooner or later." "Don't talk like that," he said to me, holding me by the shoulders fiercely, his brown eyes glowing as if on fire, "we're not going to die. We won't give those bastards that satisfaction. This nightmare will be over soon and we'll see Alma and her goons brought to justice. Don't give up, you hear me?" "I'm so scared." He held me in his strong arms, making me feel warm inside, and safe, despite everything that had happened, even in the face of the danger that still lurked in the bayou. He began to kiss me, and they were not soft, butterfly kisses. They were strong kisses, passionate, hard. He kissed my forehead and my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks which were wet with tears, and my chin. When he kissed my chin, I automatically threw my head back. He held me closer to his body, pressing against me, his chest on my breasts. "You're too gorgeous Valerie," he said in a low, rough, breathy voice as if he were panting, "you have the most beautiful body God ever made and you need to live to see more of the world. You're young and rich and you deserve to be happy. You'll be home in California again soon, and you'll be a big star one day." His voice, choked with passion, had already aroused me. I, too, was feeling a sexual spell come over me. It seemed so natural, so right. I didn't know it then, but the reason Ron and I were feeling so sexual toward each other owed to wanting to survive, to defy the death that we thought would claim us in the bayou. "I want to make love to you," Ron said, "let me have you, Valerie." A moan escaped my lips; his answer. I clung to him, like my own life depended on it. We were kissing; our mouths open, passionately locking lips in such a way that made me melt in his arms, made me weak. His manly strength was flowing into me, making me stronger, making my fears slip away. The sun was descending in a horizon we could not see through the thick bayou vegetation and taller trees. The skies above were afire with strong hues of red, orange, yellow, purple and pink, the usual colors of the sky during sun-down. Our tongues dueled, our bodies were on fire and our breathing became hard. We made out like we had never done it before. Our blood racing, our hearts beating wildly, I felt my nipples harden as his hands tore off my blouse. His hands groped my breasts and kneaded them, his hands cupping my full breasts. I threw my head back and let out a cry of sudden pleasure. His mouth was on my breasts, sucking my nipples hungrily and it was probably the first time he had had his mouth on anything. His tongue sucked my nipples roughly, taking my hands on his breasts and bobbing his head on one and then the other, making me hold on to his head as he continued to orally stimulate my breasts. His hands cupped my ass, pulling me tightly against him, allowing me to feel the hardness of his cock through his slacks. The hot setting sun intensified the heat between us, surrounding us with its warmth and glow, making us sweat as we worked each other's bodies into a heated sexual frenzy. My hands roamed down his back and held on to his waist as he continued to kiss me feverishly. His hot mouth was on my neck, kissing it slowly and making sure I was getting hotter by the minute. I moaned and writhed under his sensual attack. His skillful tongue slid down the flat of my stomach and he kneeled all of a sudden, holding on to my hips. His fingers were instantly inside my pussy, not caring whether I was ready or not. But I was. He slid them into me, at times pulling out and spitting on his hand to make them slicker before jamming them into my tight pussy. I screamed out as my first orgasm began to build. His mouth was on my pussy and he laved my folds and continued to work his fingers on me in his unique style, making me go over the edge. My orgasm came and I felt weak in the knees. We were in the middle of nowhere, the bayou should have frightened us with the dangers around it, but we didn't care anymore. What better way to die than this way, fucking like no man and woman had ever fucked before. I look back at this moment even now, and when my memory brings me to the greenness of that bayou, to that sunset, to that terrifying ordeal we had gone through, I push all the fear aside and remember the unbelievable, inimitable pleasure that Ron gave me, the pleasure we gave each other, the passion we shared. How long we made love, I don't recall. The sun disappeared and the bayou became engulfed in twilight. By the time that happened, I had achieved several orgasms just from his tongue fucking my pussy and his fingers doing the same thing. To pleasure him in return, I got on my knees like he had done and took his cock into my mouth to suck on. He had a very good-sized cock, not large like Byron's black cock, but nice enough for me to enjoy. His long cock remained hard for me and I was able to spend a leisurely time taking it down my throat and sucking it masterfully. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock, wrapping my tongue around it, kissing it, putting to the cheeks of my face and taking it deep throat. He grabbed my blonde hair fiercely and groaned loudly. He couldn't hold it anymore and he erupted in orgasm. I thought we were done and I had begun to walk away, thinking he'd follow me but he seized my small hand and arrested my walk. "Where are you going? Come here I want to fuck you." After which the real fucking began. He laid me down on the grass, which although uncomfortable and clinging to my body and hair, felt oddly good. He spread my legs and got on top of me, all the while we kissed passionately, our mouths open and our body heat rising. He kissed down my neck again and on to my breasts as his hard cock slipped into my pussy. He was careful not to penetrate too quickly. He wanted me to feel good so he carefully slid it into my pussy in an achingly slow tease. I wrapped my legs around him. He continued to kiss me as he fucked me, his cock pumping into me, in a tempo he controlled. His thrusts were firm and strong, filling up my pussy completely. He fucked me so good. His cock was like bullet shots in my pussy, steel-hard and penetrating me deeply, so deeply. I was in total ecstasy, my eyes bright; my head tilted back as he roared like a beast and fucked me harder and faster, each thrust more intense than the last. It was like sexual violence, and I raked my nails down his back, his back bleeding again, but not from the crocodile, from my passion. I gripped his buttocks and pushed down on his ass cheeks as his cock went in and out of my pussy. Finally, we both reached a sexual high that consumed us and we had a simultaneous orgasm, screaming out, scaring the bayou wildlife and birds. It was the best sex I'd ever had. We slept through the night in peace. \* \* \* \* \* \* We awoke to the sound of gun shots, the barking of dogs and multiple men's voices. It was morning and the sun was already quite warm. At first, we thought it was Alma and her mobster companions, so Ron and I remained quiet and perfectly still, crouching beneath the sugar canes. Then we heard the sound of machetes cutting down the canes, as if searching for something the canes. We didn't waste any time upon hearing all this, so we began to run. We didn't get very far. "Hey! Stop!" said the loud male voices, and more gunshots. "Stop running, this is the Police." Ron and I ceased running and turned to look behind us. Sure enough, we saw them – beige-uniformed police officers, some of them with police dogs. They approached us and Ron and I stood there, not knowing what to do, frozen and looking directly at them. "We're with the Sheriff's Department," they said, "and we were notified by the New Orleans Department that there were two missing people here, abducted at a Masquerade in the French Quarter." From behind them emerged the P.I. I hired, Stone Martin, and he embraced me and looked happy to see me alive. He had obviously done his homework. He spoke to the officers and they continued to look at me and then Ron and I didn't understand what they were saying. They spoke in clipped and hushed tones, most of it in their "Louisiana English" patois. "Miss Masters, you don't know how glad I am to see you safe," Stone said, "I wasn't sure where Miss Alma Chavez was hiding and locating the Mafia boss' mansion was like finding a needle in a hay stack but we finally did it." "So Miss Chavez is in prison now?" Ron wanted to know. "She was arrested along with the Mafia boss she claimed was her boyfriend and her Mafia friends. They are going to appear in a New Orleans court to face trial for the murders of many Louisiana residents and some tourists who were staying at the Cajun Moonlight Inn. Their bodies were found in the swamp, but only the bodies that hadn't been devoured by the alligator they had kept as a pet." "Did they find the body of my friend Byron?" I asked him. "You mean the African-American male that was with you?" Stone replied, "No, sadly we found nothing. My guess is the swamp alligator made him into a meal." "We were there when it happened," Ron explained," Alma and her henchmen chased us, firing their guns at us into the bayou and the alligator killed Byron because he was unable to swim." "Are you Mr. Ron Ash the famed photographer from San Francisco, California, spouse of Miss Linda O'Brien?" "That's right. I was kidnapped by Miss Chavez and I was held prisoner in the mansion of the Mafia Boss. I think his name was Diego D'Acha. "That's the guy. We booked him on illegal drug trafficking, operating a prostitution ring and multiple murders. He had eluded authorities for years and his crime syndicate had begun to spread all over Louisiana and Mississippi." Ron and I smiled a tired smile of relief. Finally, justice had prevailed, but I had almost lost my life in the process......... I bid farewell to Ron at the airport as he caught his flight to New York where Linda still waited for him in their Manhattan apartment. We hugged and shared one brief kiss, the memory of our lovemaking still singed into our hearts. "Don't lose touch, Valerie," he said to me, "I will be in San Francisco for the rest of the year, working. You're free to visit Linda and I whenever you want. And...if you ever wish to get together in private...here's my private phone number." "No, I don't think we should –" He handed me his cellular phone number anyways, and I put it into my purse. Sure it was probably wrong, sure it was something that didn't fit with my character, but I had enjoyed Ron's friendship and now sexual chemistry so that I couldn't refuse him. But I figured it would be a long time before we ran into each other again. After Ron's plane departed, I made some phone calls on a public phone at the airport. I called my mother to let her know I was ok, rested and ready to return to California. Of course, I didn't tell her the whole story with its dark details, of nearly dying in the bayou. To ensure that the media and news wouldn't give an account of my adventure, I told Private Detective Stone not to tell a soul about the harrowing experience. I told him it was my private life and I didn't wish anyone to know about it. So graciously, the detective only told half-truths to reporters and he payed cops in the Sheriff's Department who had found us in the sugar canes not to tell the whole grisly story. New Orleans newspapers printed articles about my time in New Orleans and that I had run into Alma at a Masquerade. From then on, there is no mention of what else happened other than the kidnapping by Alma and he thugs. I was glad that only this Southern city newspaper dared to tell a bit of the tale. My mother in California and my father in the East Coast wouldn't be able to read the story. They all assumed, like the rest of the public who wanted in, that I was just vacationing in New Orleans at the time of the capture of the wild woman who had been a Mafia man's doll and a murderer in her own right. I telephoned my girlfriends Gina and Crystal and they were more than happy to hear from me. "Where are you, girl?" Gina said to me. "I'm still in New Orleans but I'm going to take a flight to LA." "We're already in LA," Crystal said, "we're home from Europe. Tell you what, why don't you stay in New Orleans until the end of Mardi Gras. We'll both take a plane there to meet you. And we can enjoy the rest of the parties together. Then we can decide on what else to do or where to go." "Oh, alright. I can't wait to see you guys again." I hung up the phone and for the first time in a long time breathed without any fear and with a lot more comfort.

Matthew King Does Hollywood Ch. 02

"I have an idea!" the half drunk Karlie Kloss said, still jacking the base of the musclebound stud's fat dick off as she stood next to him. "Taylor, go get my handbag." The tall, skinny pop star reluctantly popped her lips off the muscular gigolo's drooling cockhead and rose unsteadily from her knees. Taylor Swift moaned as she briefly ran her hand across Matthew King's deeply cut six-pack, then crossed the candle lit room to grab the supermodel's bag from the table near the door. Matt enjoyed watching her pale little naked ass and long legs as she walked away, high heels clocking loudly against the wooden floor. "C'mere," Karlie said, turning his face to hers and kissing him deeply as she squeezed and pumped his soda can thick ten inch horsecock as hard as she could. "Fuck you've got such a huge dick baby." she sighed, breaking the kiss and running her free hand across the thick slabs of muscle covering his hairless upper torso. "Best cock your money can buy." he replied. He flexed his iron hard fuck-pole, letting her feel it swell and jump in her comparatively tiny hands, becoming momentarily much larger. "I'm gonna do that shit while I'm balls deep in you later." "Oh......my God. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. I can't believe Ally convinced me to do this." Taylor returned, handed the bag to Karlie, and dropped back to her knees without a word to resume sucking the handsome stud's juicy cock. Her light pink lips fit just over his purple helmet's ridge, and her cheeks sucked in as she twisted her head around and around the top of his dick. She hummed lustfully as she swallowed the big man's tasty precum, of which he seemed to have a never ending supply "Mmmm yeah...suck that expensive cock baby." he moaned as she used both hands to massage his tennis ball sized nuts. He palmed her skull as she sucked him off, loving the way she maintained eye contact the entire time with her beautiful blue eyes. "Here it is! Taylor, I hate to say this, but I need you to stop blowing him for one minute so I can try something." Karlie grinned, producing a large baggie of cocaine. Taylor grinned too, and removed her mouth with a loud slurp. Karlie poured a huge line down the length of Matt's veiny cock, and then handed Taylor the ivory sniffer. "Damn you are one twisted bitch, Karlie." Then she ducked her head and snorted the entire line in one go. "Nnnnnnfffffffff! *FUCK*YEAH!" she shouted, rubbing her nose furiously and staring at the candles for a moment before climbing to her feet and rubbing her hands all over Matt's hard body. "Big dicked mother*fucker*..God I can't *wait* for you to fuck me....look at these fuckin' muscles..no guy has ever lasted more than a few minutes in my pussy. All of my ex-boyfriends say it's the tightest they've ever had....they say I have a pussy like a nine year old girl." she rambled on, before standing on her tiptoes and shoving her tongue down Matt's throat. Matt returned the kiss, using one massive hand to grope her tight little asscheeks and the other to shove Karlie Kloss to her knees. "Shit that coke really fucked you up, didn't it? But remember, he gets my pussy first." Kloss reminded Taylor. "My turn!" Karlie said, eye level with his leaking dick. Taylor broke their kiss and began running her tongue all over Matts rock hard pecs, moaning like a whore as she did. Her small hands explored his hard muscles, fingers tracing the deep crevice of his broad chest while she sucked on his nipples. His hot body made Taylor's tight little pussy throb with desire. All she wanted was for the tall, muscular, well hung stud to wrap her delicate body in his huge arms and pound her deep all night with his big sexy dick. Matt watched Karlie in the huge floor length mirror tap out another long line of coke and snort it off just like her friend. She too was completely naked, save for a pair of red high heels. She sniffed as she rubbed her nose, eyes glued to his shiny purple cockhead. Karlie reached out and bgan to use her fingertips to smear his precum around his oversized mushroom tip. "Suck the rest of that coke off my cock baby. Or should I say..." Matt grabbed Taylor Swift and spun her around until her pale ass was grinding against his hard dick. He bent slightly at the knees and fucked his cock through the gap between her thighs. "Taylor's cock." He straightened his legs, so the slim blonde was suspended in the air by his towering erection. Her small pussy and clit smashed against the thick base of his ten inch dong. "Oh my God! Oh-oh...Jesus Christ *fuck*! You picked me up with your fucking *dick*!" Taylor shouted as her tiny slit gushed hot pussyjuice, soaking Matt's cock and making Karlie rub her mound as she beheld the obscene spectacle. The hung stud began kissing and licking the sweaty pop-starlet's ear, sending shivers through her aching twat. His hands mauled her small but firm tits from behind, and the moaning girl's hips began to make small fucking motions against his pulsing penis. "Nnnngghh shit yeah baby....worth every penny, *every* penny." Taylor Swift groaned as she reached down and used both hands to jack off the massive cock between her legs. "Oh fuck Taylor! That's so hot! Yeah, jerk your big dick off baby!" Karlie moaned as she pinched her nipples and fingered her swollen clit. "Take your cock, and slap Karlie in the face with it." Matt whispered in her ear, his strong hands still groping her heaving chest. "You're so nasty....*soooo* nasty." she answered, grabbing the base of "her cock" with one hand and her friends short brown hair with the other. "Hold still you bitch!" Taylor said playfully, the cocaine buzzing through her head, her tight cunt still aching to be filled. "You little slut!" Karlie squealed as she was smacked across the cheek with the juicy schlong again and again. "Yeah Taylor, slap me around with your fat dick! God*damn* this is fucking crazy!" Matt once again stared into the wall-sized mirror, watching Taylor Swift laugh as she cockslapped Karlie Kloss's perfect face, droplets of Taylor's pussy juice and his precum flying everywhere. Again and again, Swift clubbed the supermodel's angelic features with his elephantine fuck organ, leaving broad smears of precum whereever it landed. Both of the tall long-legged beauties were completely under the influence of the handsome, muscular, horse hung male prostitute. The cocaine had certainly helped motivate their behavior, but neither girl had ever done anything like what was happening now. Taylor and Karlie's minds were absolutely lost in the the moment, their wet pussys aching with a maddening emptiness that was driving them into a frenzy. Neither girl was exactly inexperienced with men, but Matthew King was something else entirely. He was easily six and a half feet tall, and had the frame of a Greek God. His hairless, tan physique was bulging with well defined muscles, and he was as handsome as any model either girl had ever seen. All of that had made each girl soaking wet, but it was his freakish cock and the certain knowledge that he could fuck them both all night that had turned them into horny messes. He continued looking into the mirror. Now Kloss was bobbing her head up and down the top of his dick, struggling to wrap her mouth around the bulbous purple head. Taylor was jacking him off as she sucked, her fingers not close to touching her thumb as she pumped him hard. Her other hand was stroking her friend's hair lovingly, and that made Matt's dick twitch with lust. "That's right Karlie, suck your best friend's cock while she jacks off." Matt moaned, now running his hands all over Taylor's skinny, sweat slick upper torso. "Oh God, so hot....this is.....Jesus this is *so* fucked up." Taylor managed as her heart beat a mile a minute, the sheer eroticism making her feel almost drunk with lust. His filthy words shot bolts of heat through her pussy, making her hips squirm as he continued holding her up purely with the strength of his bulky cock. Karlie popped her face off his meaty tool and gasped for air. A strand of cum still connecting her bottom lip with his cueball sized head. Taylor smeared his leaking cockhead all over her friend's gorgeous face, moaning deeply as she left trails of cum on the supermodel's cheeks and forehead. "Oh Taylor, Taylor baby *fuck*...so wet." Karlie sighed, now fucking two of her fingers into her torturously empty pussy. Matt grabbed the sweaty pop star, his large hands completely encircling her waist, and set her back on her feet. He spun her around and grabbed her tiny ass in both hands and kissed her deeply. He smashed her lower body into his, grinding his cock against her stomach, his shaft shooting up to just below her sexy little tits. Taylor moaned into his mouth as they made out, her hands holding onto his bowling ball biceps as he roughly groped her asscheeks. Karlie stood up and Matt released Taylor, then gathered both girls in by grabbing each by the waist. Now Taylor and Karlie were rubbing their toned, sweat-slick bodies against his, their hands exploring his bulging slabs of muscle as he made out with each in turn. He moved his hands from their hips around to their asses, his long middle fingers sliding between their cheeks to finger both of the horny girls' assholes and pussys. "Yessssss baby finger my pussy like that...God your hands are so big!" Karlie moaned as she humped her slim hips against his tree trunk thigh. Matt was busy tongue wrestling with Taylor, who was also trying desperately to stimulate her clit by grinding her cunt against his muscular leg. She was squeezing and milking his drooling cock, driven crazy by the empty feeling in her soaked little box and his fingertip tickling her tight asshole. The tall stud broke the kiss and began pressing his fingertip a bit harder against Taylor's asshole. She bit her bottom lip sexily, and her eyes sparkled with mischevious lust. He turned his head and started kissing Karlie's neck, at the same time moving his teasing finger from Taylor's butthole to her drenched pussy. "Oh God, your finger's as big as a normal guy's cock! Ah fuck me I'm *so* wet!" Swift whimpered, her ass pushing back into his hand. "Both of you get on your knees and suck my dick." Matt ordered after several minutes, pushing the two beautiful friends down so that they were eye level with his superhuman penis. He threw his head back and moaned as he felt two pairs of lips go to work on his lengthy shaft. Matt held both of the horny girls' heads as they ran their hot mouths up and down the sides of his throbbing cock. Karlie rolled his bloated man eggs in her free hand while she masturbated with the other. Taylor went back to roughly gnawing on his cum slick purple cockhead as she pinched her hot pink nipples. Kloss tried but failed to fit his nuts into her mouth, but her efforts felt amazing to the professional cocksman. "Ahh yeah babe, fuckin play with my balls while Taylor chews on my cock. God what a pair of hot little sluts you are." He sighed watching the pop star and supermodel team up on his thick length of meat. They moaned as they worked over his gigantic schlong. Precum poured from his wide open piss slit, making a sloppy mess of the two girls' hands and mouths. Karlie Kloss had given up trying to fit his swollen balls in her mouth, and was content to simply rub her stunningly beautiful face into his sweaty nutsack while holding her tongue out. Matt's heavy, sperm packed balls rolled around her forehead and cheeks, their sheer size blocking her from his view. Taylor had both hands around his thick shaft and was squeezing as hard as she could while she pumped his cock off. Every now and then she would grab the wide base of his titanic fuckstick and slap it against her sexy young face. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as she stared into his eyes, beating his enormous, cum drooling dick across her delicate features. Matt stared back, running his thick fingers through her short blonde hair. Sometimes he would wince momentarily when her hands were too rough with his head's sensitive ridge. This really turned Taylor on, and she would just stare up at him biting her lip, her small hands flying up and down his cumslick, ten inch cock. "That's right baby, jack my big dick off." he sighed, his dick swelling even larger as the two beautiful girlfriends did all they could to please his immensely fat penis. "Yeah, jack it hard girls, fuckin' rough that cock up." Karlie added her hands, and now there were four tiny hands pumping his towering third leg, precum still seeping out of his plum sized cockhead. Lewd squishing sounds accompinied the team up handjob, making his painfully stiff dick and their hands shiny with his viscous man goop. He looked into the mirror to admire the girls' tight bodies, their naked little asses plainy visible from behind as they worked hard to please the huge stud's meaty dong. "Aw fuck yeah....*fuck*....pump that dick..." Matt groaned, his nutsack tightening up as the incredible pleasure of having the two famous beauties slamming their hands up and down his bulging erection was quickly building to a climax. "Fuck.....gonna make me cum, sexy bitches gonna make my big dick cum!" he warned as his balls began to draw closer to his body. Karlie removed a hand and grabbed the back of Taylor's head and pulled her in for a wet, passionate kiss. Taylor let go of Matt's giant cock and hugged her body up against the other girl's, their small tits flattening agaist each other. The supermodel cradled her friend's face in her hands as she slipped her tongue into her mouth, while Taylor filled her hands with Kloss' firm little ass. Soon they were both doing their best to rub their nipples together, smashing and grinding their perky tits between them. Matt started jacking himself off to the sight of the two famous friends sucking on each others faces. The pair kissed each other deeply, both moaning hotly into each others mouth, lewd smacking sounds coming from their lips as they shoved their tongues down the other's throat. Matt was completely taken off guard by the erotic display. Watching the Victoria's Secret Angel making out with the world famous singer brought a gush of blood into his already painfully throbbing cock. "Oh shit, here it comes!" he shouted, his cockhead flaring wide as his balls began to rise up towards his body. Karlie broke the kiss and looked up at the hot stud jacking his hugely engorged dick at the panting girls. "Fuck yeah, cum for us baby! I wanna watch that big dick explode!" she groaned, arching her back and squeezing her tits as they thrust out at him. "God yes Matt! Blow that load all over us!" Taylor added, also thrusting her chest towards him as she fingered her sizzling little pussy. "Unnnnnggghhhhh *FUCK*!" he bellowed, and his piss slit opened wide as his balls visibly jumped against his body. The first shot landed right between Karlie's tiny titties, the pencil thick rope of scalding spunk splashed up and covered her from chest to neck. She was shocked, the first wad had been more cum than she had ever seen, and her upper torso was instantly soaked in his warm, thick gunk. "Oh *shit* that's so..." Taylor began to exclaim, when he roared and his cue ball sized nuts jumped again, and a second, longer jet of pressurized sperm slapped audibly against her cheek, drenching her face with semen. The stunned pop star froze, the heat and incredible amount of his pungent load leaving her speechless. But Matt wasnt done. His next several shots came in an almost uninterupted stream. He grunted loudly as his ten inch dick pissed molten sperm all over the shellshocked beauties on their knees in front of him. "Ahhh yeah Matty, fucking shoot it all over our bodies! All over our tits!" Karlie squealed, loving the slutty feel of hot jizz as it slopped across her torso and face. Both girls were arching their backs even more, and made subconscious humping motions toward the spurting cock as it painted their tight, sexy bods in sticky man-goop. "Guuuhhhhh...fuck *yeeeeeeeah*.." Matt groaned loudly, his hips still jerking from the power of his orgasm. Thick strings of cum flew from his monster cock, making an utter mess of the two gorgeous young girls. Karlie's mouth hung open in awe as she massaged his jizz into her tits and abdomen. Taylor watched the moaning gigolo milk his dick through sperm caked eyelashes, licking her fingers clean and feeling her twat cramping with need. "Uggh shit that was hot." Taylor said, sucking on her index finger and looking up into Matt's eyes. "That big dick can really cum. I'm fuckin' covered in your stuff." she giggled, one hand going back to rubbing her horny pussy. Matt had finally stopped cumming, but not before leaving the pair almost completely covered in his fuck muck. He grinned at the two incredibly sexy friends. They were both in a daze, kneeling in thick puddles of his potent ejaculate, rubbing the mess into their sexy little tits and slowly fingering their hairless twats. "I wanna watch you make out again. Lick each other clean, then I'm gonna fuck those pussys like you paid me to." Karlie nodded dreamily and leaned into Taylor, who was still staring at Matt's twitching, fully erect cumslick dong. "Oh God, he's still har.....rrmmpphhh!" She managed before Karlie once again began frenching with her best friend. The taste of Matt's sperm in Taylor's mouth was making her tight pussy juice itself over and over. Both of the skinny babes took turns running their tongues up and down their sticky stomachs, tits, neck and face, leaning back on their hands to give each other easier access to his delicious spunk. Matt just watched, slowly masturbating to a every man's wildest fantasy happening two feet away. "That's right, get each other clean before I tear those tiny little pussys up with my fat fucking cock." he moaned, lazily stroking his still rock hard member. "Shit Karlie, he's still hard, even after all that!" Taylor gasped as her friend licked a glob of jizz out of her belly button. "Goddamn right I'm still hard. I'm done when you say I'm done. I'm gonna brand those two pussys before I'm through with you two. I'm gonna fuck those holes for hours, gonna stretch you out so wide, you'll never feel a normal dick again." "Ah Jesus, my pussy's *so* wet for your cock....you've got me *so* hot to fuck." Karlie whimpered, licking her lips and kneading Taylor's cute little tits. "Then stand up and put your hands on the bed, it's time for me to earn my money." Karlie unsteadily rose to her feet and did as she was told, bending over and placing her hands on the edge of the bed. She locked her knees, and held her extra long legs straight. Aided by her six inch hooker heels, her small ass was high in the air with her waxed pussy pointed right at him. The glorious sight made King's dick twitch with anticipation. Matt whistled in approval as he stepped up and zeroed his cock in on Kloss' bald, glistening slit. "I almost feel bad for the next guy who fucks you." he chuckled, and placed the end of his monumental fuck-muscle against the entrance to her pussy. "Almost." "Go slow...ugghh *shit*.....ah God its so *thick*....go slower please baby," whimpered Karlie as Matt repeatedly fucked the top three inches of his enormous penis back and forth in her tiny box from behind. "*Unnh yeah*, that's some high end pussy." He moaned, squeezing her dimpled asscheeks, pulling them apart to watch his giant dick fuck into her sizzling cunt. His massive hands explored her hips, waist, and legs as he savored the feeling of having the beautiful supermodel's stunning body at his mercy. Karlie chewed her bottom lip and both of her hands grabbed a handful of bedsheeting as the overwhelming desire to get fucked trumped her fears of being injured by King's ten inch cunt killer. "Yeah, fuck her pussy baby! Goddamn that's *so* hot." Taylor sighed as she stood next to Matt, her hands caressing his powerfully built chest as he struggled to fit more of his mutant megacock up her best friend's badly overmatched pussy. Matt grabbed Taylor by the ass and pulled her against his side as he kept a firm grip on Karlie's slim waist with the other. Soon they were french kissing each other deeply, her hips grinding her pussy against his leg as he played with her ass and loosened up her friend's cunt with short, but forceful strokes. "Ahhh God...Oh Jesus Christ *FUCK*.....so big, you're *so big*!" Karlie shouted as another hard inch of solid cockmeat bulled its way into her soaking wet twat. "You like that big cock, don't you baby?" Matt sneered, angling his hips as he watched the tall model toss her head side to side, moaning deeply as she took the biggest dick of her life. "Oh God you...you're hitting my g-spot like that! I...I....awww *fuck* your hitting my g-spot with your hard cock!" Karlie shrieked as his expert technique had her slapping at the mattress. "Fuck yeah I am, I've fucked enough pussy by now to know what to do." He groaned, pressing harder as her beleagured cunt juiced again and again around his throbbing man-meat. "Yeah *fuck* me...mmmmm *fuck* me...so good...God, you're *so good*!" she managed as the feeling of being taken from behind by the experienced cocksman's perfect penis had her head dizzy with lust. "Oh God Karlie, his big dick looks so hot going into you!" Taylor moaned, grabbing at the base of his cock while he roughly fucked Kloss' narrow slot, "Fuck that pussy baby! Fuck that tight pussy while I jack you off!" she implored the muscular hired stud as she squeezed and pumped at the root of his thick penis. "Oh Christ *God* fuckin' it *so* good......unnggghh FUCK! Mmmnnnnghh shiiiit, hot dick is fucking my pussy so fuckin' nice!" the lanky supermodel shouted as her pink twat was forced apart more and more. "Awww *fuck* Taylor! He's tearing me apart with his cock and it *feels so fucking good!"* Matt shoved his tongue back down Taylor's throat as his hips bucked from the amazing feeling of having one third of his giant dick in Karlie Kloss, and one third being jacked off by Taylor Swift. Karlie cursed and squealed as the huge slab of meat invading her steaming box drilled further into her slim body with each quick fuck stroke delivered by the veteran cocksman. He ran his middle finger through Taylor's sweaty asscheeks, and probed and tickled her drenched pussy. After dipping his finger tip in her bald little honeypot, he used her pussy juice to lube up her asshole. He repeated the process a few times, until he had his fuck finger buried to the second knuckle in her quivering anus. And so he stood there, his tongue flopping around with Taylor's, holding her tiny ass like a bowling ball as he sliced up into Karlie's world class cock-pocket. Swift broke their hot kiss and stared with lust slit eyes into the handsome brute's bright baby blues. Taylor Swift's breathing became ragged as he wiggled a finger that was bigger than most mens fully erect dicks in her unyielding butthole. "Oh baby...mmmmm...so dirty.......soooo, so dirty.." She whispered hoarsly, still pumping the root of his juicy fuckrod. Matt leaned over, and nibbled and licked her ear, eliciting deeper moans from the horny pop star. "I can't wait to get my cock in your pussy. I want to fuck you so much more than her" he whispered so only she could hear him, then he pulled back. "Oh fuuuuuck" Taylor sighed, humping her crotch into his hands as he grinned back at her. He winked at her, then popped his thick middle finger three inches to the first knuckle up her soaking slot. "Nyyyyaahh FUCK!" Taylor squealed as he wiggled his finger around the entrance to her sopping quim. Her head fell back and she let go of his cock as a small orgasm raced through her sizzling slit. Karlie glanced over her shoulder to see the magnificent sex God easily toying with her friend's body. "Shit Matt! Oh God...just....just keep fuckin' it!" she cried, every single thing about the horny scene making her head spin, her snatch gushing burning hot pussy juice all over his enormous dick. "Tell me you want it Karlie....tell me you want every inch." he growled, increasing his grip on her waist as he began pressing his flared cockhead harder against the slowly decreasing resistance of her inner cunt. "Oh God baby, you fuckin' *know* i do....go balls deep baby.....*balls* deep! I...I want every *fat inch* of your big beautiful *cock* you donkey dicked stud!" Karlie shouted, loving the extreme mix of pain and pleasure as her little box was stretched wider and wider. "Mmmmmm..Karlie...this is so hot, so fucked up." Taylor sighed. She began licking and kissing his chiseled, sweaty pecs as he teased her puny little puss. "Mmmm...you asked for it Karlie. Nice hot pussy...gotta get it all in there....little fuckhole's so *fuckin' tight*....aw yeah, take that meat, gettin' all my hard cock babe..." Matt mumbled as he concentrated on breaking in the Victoria's Secret model. "Ooooooo shit......ooooooooo FUCK! It....it *hurts* baby wait!" Karlie shrieked as he force-fucked three more iron hard inches of veiny meat into her upturned pussy. "Too late now." Matt growled, lost in the feel of her incredibly tight hole. He kept his big dick still, 8 inches deep in the gorgeous short haired brunette. Her breath came in short gasps as she winced in pain. "I swear, all you Victoria's Secret models have the nicest pussys." he teased, holding her in place as she struggled to cope with his incredible girth. "Please..anhhh...please be careful with my poor pussy." she managed as he took the time to admire the way her hips flared out from her narrow waist, and the way the candles highlighted her sweat covered back muscles. Not to mention her firm little ass. She obviously worked out a lot, and his dick twitched hard inside of her while he basked in the moment. King watched a drop of sweat slide down her arched back between her buttcheeks, over her asshole and onto his shining, vein laden shaft. The sexy sight made his deeply fucked penis twitch again, and Karlie shivered in response. "Aww God, I felt that." she gasped, her back arching even more. "I can feel you tickling my pussy with your hot dick!" He backed his cock out almost all the way, and Karlie made a strange sound like she was half relieved, half annoyed. He grinned at the whimper Taylor gave as she saw his shining rib tickler slowly slide out, her friend's pussy lips obscenly pulling out with it. Matt stopped fingering the skinny singer and grabbed Karlie's slim waist with both hands. As soon as his finger was out, Taylor began rubbing her clit and moaning like a whore as she watched the big stud's powerful arms as he grabbed her friend's delicate hips. His body was so much larger than theirs, it looked to Taylor like he would have no trouble doing whatever he wanted with them. The thought of the big man picking her up and simply bouncing her around like a ragdoll on the full length of his beautiful penis made her knees go weak. Then she saw their reflection in the wall sized mirror. "Ahhh God.....this...I've never...oh *Jesus* this is so horny. Fuck her Matt! Fuck her deep with your huge ass cock!" Taylor demanded rubbing her clit, smearing it with pussy juice while pulling and twisting her tiny pink nipples. With that Matt swiftly fucked eight inches back up into Karlie Kloss' red hot cunt. "Aaaagggghhh! It's so fat...oh my *GAWD* it's just so *FAT*!" Karlie cried, the sudden reintroduction of the biggest cock she'd ever seen shocking her body and mind with pleasure and pain. He backed out slowly, so Taylor and he could watch her lips pull out as they sucked at his retreating member. Just when her lips stretched out a bit wider to accomodate his jumbo sized cockhead, he plunged back into her, making the supermodel scream. "Ooooooooooohh *FUCK* baybeeeeeeeee! You're soooo big, Gawd you're so *fuckin' big in my little pussy*!" Matt decided to use eight inches for a while because he was tired of taking it easy, and he wanted to show off for Taylor. He reached forward and grabbed Karlie's left shoulder, and tighened his grip on her waist with his right. Then he started a smooth one pump per second fuck rythm, drilling her from behind with eight inches of hard cock, finally fucking her for real. "Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy Gaaaaawwwwwwwd! Aw *FUCK*! Nnnnnghhh fuck *yessssssssss*!" she hissed, tossing her head back as his huge cock fucked up into her smoking pussy again and again. Her back arched sharply as he simultaneouly pulled her back and brought his hips forward, easily maintaining his rythm as if nailing the gorgeous supermodel was the simplest thing on earth. "Does it hurt now?" he demanded "N-No." she gasped, the feeling of being pumped so deep by such a wide cock quickly driving her to an orgasm. "I couldn't hear you. I asked does it fucking hurt?" he asked louder, playfully accentuating his question with a quick slap to her taut ass. "Fuck no, that big fat cock feels *so good* deep up in my pussy!" Karlie screamed, as he easily pulverized the screaming young woman's ruined cunt. "Keep going! *Please* don't stop fucking me!" "Oh wow, that big dick looks so hot going in and out of your pussy Kar! Yeah, take that cock!" Taylor encouraged after a few minutes, slapping her clit and watching his thick meat saw into her friend. "Aw Gawd, no one's *ever* lasted this long in me! Didn't think....it could be like this.....feels so *good*.....fucking me so *hard*! I'm gonna.....gonna...OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK BABY! DONT STOP! DON'T STOP GIVING ME THAT *DEEP DICK*!" Karlie screamed, the big stud's monster dong easily reaching her fuck tunnel's untouched ultra tight back walls. "Mmm fuck yeah, cum you hot bitch, cum all over my big cock!" Matt sneered, easily increasing his pace and making the gorgeous supermodel arch her back and scream at the ceiling as her orgasm slammed through her body. "NNNNNggghhhhh FUUUUUCK *YEEESSSSSSSSS*! God its *soooooo gooooood*....it's so *FUCKING* good!" Karlie shrieked, his hard pumping cock giving her the biggest cum of her life. "FUCKIN' POUND THAT PUSSY!" "Fuck i like that, squeezing on my dick...fantastic pussy baby, driving my big cock crazy with that hot cunt." he grunted, loving the action her hot pussy was giving him as it rippled and clutched at his monster meat. "Awwwww shit! Still cumming! Ohhhhhhhh I love it! I love that fat dick *so much*!" she wailed as he fucked her through her most mind blowing cum of the night. "Goddamn pussy's so fucking good....fuck yeah bitch, get your fuckin' money's worth!" the big stud growled, now holding the helpless supermodel up by the hips to prevent her from collpsing onto the bed. "Oh my God, Karlie...." Taylor moaned, eyes slit with lust as she masturbated furiously while watching her best friend getting railed by the gigolo's gigantic cock. "Yeah *pound* that shit! Fuckin' *pound that shit*!" Kloss babbled, her drooling snatch still exploding with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. "Oh Christ your dick's amazing! Didn't know I could cum like this!" Matt roughly yanked the model's sweat glistening body back in one hard motion, and the room was quiet for a beat as all ten inches of iron hard fuckmeat punched into the back of her spasming twat. "AAAAAHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK! OH FUCK! NNNNNGGH OHHHHHH GAAAAAAAWD BAYYBEE *YEEEEAAAHHHH*!" she screamed, her orgasm doubling in strength and continuing on past the 30 second mark. "Fuckin *balls deep* now girl. You're body was *made* for big cock." Matt groaned, holding his throbbing tool in place, loving the feel of her narrow slot as it went wild around his perfect dick. "NNnnnnnnggh.....shit, ooooohhhh *shit*...gaaahhhhh so deeeeeeep, big dick's soooooo fuckin' thick and *deep*.." Karlie moaned. The feeling of the massive, deeply imbedded dong stretching and filling her tight pussy had her cumming hard, over and over. She could feel every vein, the shape of his cockhead, and the blood pumping through his cock's veins as it throbbed in her trembling body. "Shit girl, your pussy loves my big cock, it's suckin' it so good." Matt croaked as his balls began to ache from slapping into her clit. "Oh Christ you're hitting something in me! Your fucking dick is tapping a spot way up inside my pussy and it feels *so fucking good*!" Kloss shrieked. Taylor crawled up on the bed and slid her way under the whimpering beauty. She reached up and pinched her friend's nipples and groped at her small titties as Matt's fully embedded schlong kept the supermodel from even acknowledging her friend beneath her. He played with Karlie's ass, alternating between squeezing her firm cheeks and pulling them apart to look at her widely stretched pussy lips. The tall model moaned deeply as he teased her ass, her cunt still spasming around his ten inch fuckstick. Taylor reached up and grabbed her friend's face in both hands, and pulled her down for a wet french kiss. Karlie was on her elbows now, bent over with her long legs straight and her tight ass high in the air. Matt leaned to one side to watch the two stunning girls make out and groaned. Seeing Taylor laying under Karlie, slapping tongues with the supermodel while he had all ten hard inches buried in her friend's incredible pussy made his big dick jump and throb. "Mmmmmmpphh!" Karli moaned, her lips still mashed against her friend's as she felt his hard tool shift inside her body Matt flexed his cock again and again, making it swell and jump against the deepest, most sensitive parts of Karlie Kloss' sweet little twat. Her long orgasm doubled in intensity as his flaring cockhead stretched the walls around and massaged a hidden spot way up in the back of her boiling hot cunt. "Gaaaaahhhhhh! FUCK! *OH FUCK*! Nnnnnnnggggh*shhhhhhhit*!" Karlie screamed into the mattress next to Taylor's head. "Oh Jesus Christ God fuckin' work that awesome cock baby! FUCKIN' WORK THAT *BIG HUGE DICK*!" "What? What's he doing?" Taylor asked, not sensing any motion on Matt's part. She stroked her friend's hair as Karlie's body bucked and shuddered from the constant string of massive orgasms ripping through her body. "He..He.....God he's hittin' a spot, makin' his fat cock bigger and teasing MY DEEP SPOT *SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOOD*!" she wailed as his monster dong brought her battered twat to fuck heaven. Kloss' pussy convulsed wildy up and down his beastly shaft, clutching and squeezing his dick as she began to lose control of her body. Her long legs trembled and her knees buckled, but the muscular stud held her up leaving her no way to escape the mind blowing pleasure. Karlie dropped her head, letting it rest on Taylor's perfectly shaped little tits. Taylor looked up past her friend and regarded the bull cocked stud through slitted eyes. She could see Karlie's asscheeks mashed against his groin, and she bit her lip as her eyes travelled up his sun bronzed body. His tan muscles glistened with sweat. Her empty pussy ached and juiced as her eyes went from his perfect six pack, granite pecs, broad shoulders, and finally she met his gaze. Matt grinned smugly, and withdrew his bulky cock from Karlie's demolished snatch with an obscene slurping noise that sent chills down Taylor's spine. "Ugggggnnnhhh." Karlie moaned, her minutes long ordeal of constant orgasm finally over. She whimpered at the sudden emtiness she felt, like a part of her body had been removed. "Oh God.....Oh my God baby..didn't know a dick could do that" she sighed. "You ruined my poor pussy." Taylor chewed her lip as she looked up at the handsome gigolo, petting her friend's head laying on her chest as she attempted to recover. Matt ran his hands up and down the models toned thighs a few times before reestablishing his firm grip on her tiny waist. He winked at Taylor, then yanked Karlie back hard, and at the same time violently shoved his hips forward. Their bodies came together with a wet clap, his gigantic hanging balls swinging forward, smacking sharply against her clit. "UUUUUNNNNHHHH" Karlie exhaled, the sudden, brutal impalement knocking the air from her lungs. Matt pushed forward, and allowed Kloss to collapse on top of Taylor, their tits flattened together. Now he was straddling her ass with his knees on the bed, his thick ten-inch pole fucked balls deep once again in the supermodel's seething cunt. He placed his hands on either side of Taylor's head, and smiled down at her. "Uggggggghhhhhh Goddamn cock, running it so FUCKING *DEEP*." Karlie said through clenched teeth. Taylor held Matt's gaze as he began to power-fuck her best friend who was laying prone on top of her. "Shit baby, I'm loving this good pussy. Fuck yeah, take all that big cock you sexy bitch." he sneered, viciously rolling his hips, pounding into her fast, hard and deep with ten inch strokes of rock solid dickmeat. He'd fucked so much hot pussy in his life that he easily maintained the brutal pace, his movements oily smooth as he once more found her deepest spot and hammered it hard with machine like precision. "Fuck me...FUCK ME.....*FUCK ME*.....gawwwwwd its sooooo *gooooooood*.....hittin it soooooo *FUCKING* GOOD! I can feel your balls smacking my clit! Goddammit that's so *fuckin* hot!" Karlie shouted as the room began to fill with the sound of the two sweaty hardbodies slapping together. "Nnnnnnngh FUCK YEAH! Oh.....my.....Gawd! Ah shit......you're such a good fuck....Jesus CHRIST you know how to use that BIG FUCKIN' DICK!" she squealed as he turned her pussy inside out with pleasure. King winked at the wideyed Swift. Matt's fast, hard fuckstrokes made Kloss' sweat slick body slide up and down on top of Taylor. The pop star's pussy was screaming at her to be filled, its emptiness driving her crazy as she was forced to watch, feel, and hear her best friend get demolished by the sexy big dicked gigolo above her. The smell of sex and the sounds of wet flesh slapping together was making her feel almost high. Just as the prone model was about to cum, he subtly raised his hips, so that his pounding horsecock punched down against her G-spot, then scraped forward before hammering home into her A-spot. Karlie's back arched sharply and her eyes went wide as Matt's expert pussy pumping made her cunt begin to boil over in another mind shattering orgasm. This time Karlie didn't scream, but as her entire body began to shake a puzzled look of shock came over her face. The buildup to the orgasm was taking much longer than normal. The helpless supermodel stared down wide-eyed at her friend as the big stud long-dicked her drooling twat to a mind shattering, minutes long build-up to a massive orgasm. "There it is." Matt sneered, locking eyes with Taylor. "Fuck yeah........I got that pussy now. That shit's *mine*." "Fuck.......Karlie?" Taylor whispered, brushing her friend's sweat dampened hair back behind her ears. Karlie couldn't answer. The rising pleasure had made rational thought impossible. As soon as she was sure it would reach its crescendo and she would burst into orgasm, the incredibly intense waves of pleasure and anticipation only increased. Her entire world was her pussy, and his cock. Very slowly her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth hung open as her jaw went slack. Again and again, the musclebound adonis stabbed his unprotected ten inch cock up into the dick dazed little supermodel. He sat up, putting his body at a 90 degree angle to Karlie and began to exaggerate his movements. He flexed his sweaty muscles as he made a show of drilling her best friend from behind like the hot, talented, well hung stud he was. His awesome physique was on full display for the horny pop star. He huffed and puffed while demonstrating his endless staying power, slapping her ass and maintaining the same fast, hard rhythm as he brutalized the back of Karlie Kloss' clutching snatch with his steely megacock. He glanced over into the mirror, flexing his arms and biceps as he shredded her sex organs with oily smooth fuck strokes from his ridiculously fat penis. "Shit you look so hot fucking her like that! Gawd, *fuck her pussy with your great big cock....awww* shit, you fuck so hard....you fuck pussy soooo *fuckin* hard." Taylor groaned, watching his bulging muscles work as he smoothly but roughly pulverized Karlie's little box. "Jesus this is fucking me up, so wet for your hot cock." Ten minutes passed, with Taylor caressing her friends tight body, feeling her small frame shake wildly as Matt tirelessly fucked into her from behind. The only sounds in the room were the constant, rythmic slapping sounds of two beautiful people fucking, wet squelching sounds from her sopping wet fuckhole, and the occasional lewd comment from Matt as he reshaped Karlie's pussy with his gigantic dick. "Aw yeah baby, takin' that cock like a champ.....hot little pussy's sucking on my fat dick so nice," he moaned loving the feel of his sensitive cockhead as it was squeezed by the deepest parts of her supermodel twat. "Mmmmmph *shit*! Almost there Karlie, fucking pussy's almost ready!" Taylor could feel drool coming out of Karlie's open mouth as her head rested against her chest. The young girl seemed almost comatose, simply a tight hole for the well hung gigolo to use, and the whole obscene scenario had Taylor at a level of arousal she would never have believed possible. "Fuck me soon, please? Please baby, I really need to fuck....my pussy needs it, it feels so empty!" Taylor pleaded, humping her hips up into Karlie out of frustration. "What was that? Say that again baby." Matt grinned, pumping harder still up into the model's strained cunt. "Oh God, I paid my money now gimmee that cock!" Taylor shouted, her pubic bone crashing into Karlie's throbbing clit as her slim hips flailed uselessly up towards his jack-hammering meatbat. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNHHHHHH...*SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT*!" Karlie screamed as Taylor made contact with her clit, setting off an orgasm so good it made the others King had given her pale by comparison. "OHHHHHH MY GAAAAAAAAAWWD BAYYYYYBEEEE! *Christ Jesus* FUCKIN' SHIT! OOOoooOOO *FUUUUUCK*!" her back arched sharply as she howled at the ceiling, wave after wave of mind twisting pleasure coursed through her body. "Damn, you're goin crazy on my big cock! Fuck, that pussy's on fire!" King groaned, ready to cum so he could give Taylor Swift her turn. Matt slammed his huge dick balls deep into Karlie's convulsing body and again began to rapidly flex his freakish fuckpole. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as he felt her furiously contracting pussy walls compete with the repeated swelling of his superhuman flesh club.The slender supermodel stopped screaming to take a deep breath as she felt his bulky cock stab deeply into her body and begin to quickly fluctuate in size. Her breath caught in her throat as the very perceptible feeling of his enormous cockhead massaging her deepest spot made her sense another orgasm about to explode on top of the one already making her toes curl. Karlie's long legs shook violently and her vision dimmed as wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure crashed through her convulsing little slot. "I'm gonna cum baby. Yeah....good pussy's gonna make me cum." Matt warned, his hefty balls drawing up towards his body. "GIMMEE THAT HOT LOAD BABY! AWWWWW GAAAAAAWD JUST....JUST FUCKIN' PUMP MY PUSSY FULLA THAT SHIT!" Kloss wailed as the second of two concurrent orgasms approached its crescendo. King's jaw dropped as he gave in to the intense sensation of having his painfully hard cock completely encased inside a famous supermodel's white hot, rippling pussy as she screamed and begged for him to fill her with his sperm. "UUUUUUNNNGGGHHHHH *FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK*!" he bellowed as a thick, several ounce stream of highly pressurized semen sprayed directly against the back of Karlie Kloss' young, fertile womb. "EEEEEEEEEENNNNGHHHHYYYYAAAAAHH! SHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIT! OH *SHIIIIIIIIIIT*!" she screamed as loud as she could, hurting a stunned Taylor's ears. "NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH FUCK YEAH BABY! FUCK-*YEAH*! TAKE IT KARLIE! FUCKIN' TAKE THAT LOAD!" Matt shouted, his balls lowering slowly after the intial blast lasted a full five seconds. They jumped up against his body again, and a fresh, equally massive wad burst from his throbbing tool, causing her womb to swell with his boiling spunk. "GYYYYAAAAAAHHHH! THERE'S SOOOOOOOO *MUCH*! FUCK I CAN FEEL YOU FILLIN' ME UP WITH ALL YOUR HOT CUM AND THERE'S *SOOOOO* MUCH!" Taylor ran her hands up and down the gorgeous girl's shaking body, too astonished to do anything but hold her friend as Karlie lost her mind on the end of the big man's exploding penis. Matt's eyes rolled as his balls lifted again, his thick cock jumping hard inside her body as a third five second long rope of jizz sprayed into Karlie's semen packed baby box. "AH FUCK! I CAN FEEL THE SPERM PUMPING THROUGH YOUR FAT COCK!" Karlie tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder back at King with a crazed look in her eyes. "YEAH BABY, FUCKIN' *BUST THAT NUT!*" Matt groaned again as he heard the beautiful supermodel's obscene demand. He tightened his grip on her hips as he tried in vain to push his titanic horsecock deeper still into her lithe body. Another blast jetted from his firmly entrenched tool, and Karlie finally grew quiet after screaming her lungs out for the past several minutes. She lay on top of Taylor, unmoving and silent as the hired dick continued to empty his balls into the back of her hyper inflated womb. Every few seconds Karlie's body jerked as if shocked by electricity as another shot of cum brought her to orgasm. After a while Matt slowly began to withdraw his still fully erect cock from Karlie's thoroughly fucked out pussy. She raised her head slightly and groaned as she felt the wide rim of his flared out cockhead drag through her sensitive fuck tunnel. "Unnnnnnggh shit..." she whimpered as she got a reminder of how long the gigolo's hefty dick was. Her head dropped again as it scraped her g-spot, giving her a small orgasm as it exited her body. "Sweet little pussy." Matt sighed, and slapped her ass sharply, eliciting a tiny squeal from the worn out supermodel. "I didn't know I could cum like that. You can fuck so hard. My *God* you can fuck *so* hard." Kloss mumbled, her head resting against Taylor's breasts. King's still fully erect monster popped free with an wet slurping sound, and Karlie gave one last full body shiver as her broken twat relinquished his cum-slick manmeat. As soon as it was free, a steady stream of warm sperm poured from her gaping hole. "Oh Gawd, that's nasty.' Taylor moaned, feeling it run down her leg from Karlie and pool between their legs. "Shit, how much is there?" "If I had to guess, I'd say he pumped a gallon of that goop into me." she answered, her voice barely a whisper. Swift took her friend's face between her hands and kissed her, and after a few moments, Karlie returned the affection, and soon the two beautiful girls were languidly making out in a growing puddle of Matthew King's copious ejaculate. For a full minute it oozed from her body, adding to the pervasive smell of raunchy, sweaty hardcore sex in the room. After a while, Matthew grabbed Karlie by the waist and gently flipped to one side off of Taylor. The pop star stared, mouth agape at the sweaty, muscular hired stud and his twitching erection kneeling on the end of the bed. "Ummmm....oh shit." she managed, still horny, but somewhat apprehensive after watching the handsome cocksman's and her best friend's extreme fuck session. "Oh shit" is right. I'm gonna ruin you for other men." he smiled, nonchalantly jacking his still hard cock. "Or other men for you." TBC

Francesca

*[This story contains themes of lesbianism and incest, including graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If such material is in any way off-putting or offensive to you, please do not read any further. All characters depicted herein are over eighteen years of age. Unlike my previous erotic offerings, this tale is grounded in a real life incident involving my wife. The names have been changed to protect the innocent—and those who become a bit less innocent as events run their course. I really hope you enjoy it.] [And yes, please vote and leave comments. They are always most appreciated.]* I was the only one in our family to call her Francesca. Everyone else had her down as Fran or Aunt Fran, but not I. It was just something I'd started as a little kid. I guess I just adored her name, the exotic way it rolled off my tongue; that, and maybe, the unspoken implication that we enjoyed some bond over and above that shared between her and the rest of our family. Francesca was my Mom's younger sister; baby sister probably being a more apt description as Mom was nearly eleven years old when she was born. She was still living in Tampa back then, maybe thirty-two or so, a staff writer for the St. Petersburg Times. The thing I remember most about my aunt back then was that she was a lot of fun, a sun-burst of vitality and utter hilarity. When she'd stay at our house over Christmas she'd have everybody cracking up with her stories; to this day I can see my Dad laughing so hard that he had tears rolling down his cheeks, pounding the kitchen table with his palm as if to plead mercy. Francesca had that wonderful glow about her, the indefinable quality that we tag as charisma for want of a finer phrase. To say that I truly loved her would not be an understatement. She was my hero, an idol that, from my teenage vantage, I fell far short of. She was glamorous, a darkly pretty woman, curvaceous in an athletic way, her thick, curly hair cropped stylishly short. All that, and she was hands-down the smartest woman I'd ever met; smart and brassy. I realize now that to some degree my childish psyche was magnifying her through a prism of inferiority. I was painfully shy in those days, a lonely girl who found easy sanctuary in reading and daydreams. I still had a mouthful of braces and was just too plain for words. Too plain and way too tall, at least for a girl; tall and skinny like a damned string bean—"Gangly" I'd once overheard my Mom describing me to a friend. "Why not let Lenore come down for winter break?" Francesca had chimed in over breakfast one morning, right before she went back to Florida. "I'll take a couple personal days and we can hang out, go up to Clearwater." My Mom wasn't comfortable with it, probably for no other reason than I hadn't ever been away from her before. "What do you say, Kid, you up for spending an entire week with me?" I was too surprised to even nod. I couldn't believe that she'd just asked me like that. Yes, yes, yes my mind was screaming. "We could go to Busch Gardens one day, maybe drive up to Orlando and see the rodent." I was nodding by then, still unable to string together a reasonably coherent sentence. "You wanna go, baby?" There was some surprise in my Mom's tone, as if she hadn't expected me to in any way acquiesce in being separated from her or my Dad. "Well her head's definitely saying yes," Francesca laughed, flashing an infectious smile. And that was how I ended up on an American Airlines flight from Pittsburgh to Tampa in March of 1983. I was flying alone for the very first time, a curious melding of nervousness and utter anticipation making my stomach queasy. I can still recall in vivid detail the radiant sunset across the Gulf as the plane banked in for its final descent. I remember thinking that this was going to be the best vacation in my life. "Get that." My first morning in Tampa and I was parked at the kitchenette, groggily gnawing a wedge of grapefruit, the phone on its second ring. Francesca had roused me early, flipping back the sheets as she chattered off an itinerary for our day. I was still half asleep and the grapefruit was very tart. The telephone rang again. "Lenore, get that!" Francesca called in from the bedroom again. "Hello," I said, stretching over to pluck up the receiver. "Fran there?" A man's voice; rough and impatient. "I'll get her." "Tell her it's Tom from the paper." "Hold on," I answered, yelling in for my aunt as I palmed the mouthpiece. "It's Tom from work." "Tell him I'm on vacation," Francesca shouted back, coming out of the bedroom in a charge. The sight froze the eyes in my skull. My aunt was clad in a pair of baggy gym shorts with a bath towel loosely turbaned around her damp hair. And that was it; shorts, that towel and nothing else—nothing else. She snatched the receiver from my grasp and mouthed the word "sorry" as she drew her forearm across her bare breasts. "Tom?" she said, her tone instantly professional, pausing a moment, listening to something on the other end of the line. I sat there in absolute shock, no exaggeration on that point. Francesca was standing there as close to bare-assed naked as you could get, water from the shower still beaded on her skin. The gym shorts had Ohio State emblazoned across the backside. I averted my eyes for a second and then, unable to help myself, looked back. "Look in my tickler file—top drawer next to—yeah, right there. Just leaf through it, it should be right under her name." She looked over at me, obviously waiting for some response on the other side of the line. I know I had to be gawking; I looked away again, then right back. Francesca twisted her face with embarrassment, casually glancing down the lines of her exposed flesh. "Okay, you see the number there. Check that with what you have." She waited again, looked at me and with a broad grin moved her forearm and gestured to her heavy breasts with the phone. "He loves these," she mouthed mischievously, bringing it back to her ear. "Okay, you got it then. Good. —No, she's my niece. And remember the words 'Fran is on vacation next time something comes up," my aunt chuckled. "You too, Tommy, see you then." "Sorry 'bout the burlesque, kiddo" Francesca laughed as she hung up, again draping her bosom almost as an afterthought. I couldn't reply, not even so much as a nod. "We book in half an hour, kid, so hit the shower and get ready," she went on, pointing to the clock for emphasis, shooing me off towards my bedroom with an abundant smile. "Come on, go, go, go..." I was actually trembling a bit as I got the shower going, a flux of emotions like I'd never felt before welling up within me. I was still seeing her standing there in front of me, trying to blank away the visceral rush of adrenalin coursing through my veins. I quickly shed my pajamas and caught my reflection in the mirror. I tossed my hair back, glared hard at my own little tits. They were nubs, maybe a bit better than nubs, but not by much. I was so skinny that my ribcage stood out, arms defined but reedy. I swear that the only thing I really liked about my body was my neck, and that was only because I'd once read about a woman's "graceful, swanlike neck" in one of my novels and decided that that was what I had. I tested the water and climbed in, pushing my face up close to the showerhead. My mind went back to Francesca again, as if of its own accord. She was wonderful to see like that, her light olive complexion unblemished, an athlete's compact musculature, and those unbelievable tits. Christ, those tits. I clamped my eyes and tried to empty my mind. Think of something else. Think of... Francesca's breasts were large and firm, richly sloped, with small, dark nipples—her nipples were peaked, thick around as the last digit on my forefinger. I kept my eyes shut but could still see them as plain as day. Every detail, the delicately rippled areolas; the way their weight brought them in along her torso. I knew I shouldn't be thinking like this, what the hell was wrong with me. I silently berated myself as the hot water needled my skin. She was so beautiful, so... I touched myself, just gliding my fingers along the tender reach of my inner thigh. I knew I wanted to, but tried to catch myself, hesitating. My heart was drumming in my chest by now; I quickly lathered my right palm, tracing it through my coarse thatch of my pubes, right down on my vagina, caressing, parting the soft petals, running my two middle fingers along the silken flesh of my vulva. My breathing was coming in gasps, a languid transit of soap-slicked fingertips, finding my clit, just a flick, and then another. "Two minutes or I'm coming in after you," Francesca shouted teasingly, giving the door a solid rap. I was completely off the reservation then, an orgasm exploding outward from my clitoris, a blinding surge of pleasure unlike anything I'd experienced before wracking through the lobes of my brain. I bit hard into my bath towel to keep from screaming, a muffled, animal keening as the sensation ebbed and came on in an even more indescribable wave. I was down on my knees literally, annihilated by it, light blistering through my clamped eyelids, teeth gnashing through that poor green towel. "You okay?" Francesca's voice again. "...Lenore?" "I'm coming," I answered after a long second, hoping the rasp in my voice wasn't that noticeable, not even thinking of this particular choice of words was pretty damned witty. A witty repartee completely lost on the young girl clutching her knees in the bathtub—me— tears of the best kind springing to her eyes. "God," I wheezed, opening my eyes at long last, feeling that first twinge of parochial school guilt, then more as I shakily got back on my feet. How totally mortifying. I jacked my offending hand up into the shower stream, holding it there, trying to collect myself. I picked up the bar of soap and started a fast scrub, trying to tamp down whatever it was that had just flared inside me. It was hands down the wildest feeling I'd ever experienced, and trust me I'd been touching myself, as the term prissily went, for a long while. "You are not gay," I heard myself whisper several times as I busily scrubbed away. And then as if in answer to my own subconscious, I said forcefully "You're not! You're not. ...You are not." "Now you're starting to look real sharp," Francesca bubbled as we strolled through Hyde Park later that same morning, reaching out to flick my hair aside so as to better scope my new sunglasses. Our first stop was shopping, which if you knew my aunt would not be any kind of surprise. I adjusted them on my nose, grinning, loving how they made me look from the instant I tried them on. I'd gotten firmly shushed when I protested the one hundred and twenty-five dollar price tag. "Tell her how good she looks," my aunt had told the clerk as she handed over her Visa. "Glamorous," came the answer—and for one of the first times in my life I tended to agree. I was feeling great standing there with her, my new shades on, a stranger saying I looked terrific and meaning it. "Now we get you a new bathing suit," Francesca announced as we crossed the cobbled street. Hyde Park was so cool, so lively. I was almost giddy. "I've got one." "That's for the swim team, kiddo," she teased, playfully butting me with her shoulder as she swung the door to a very upscale clothing store. "But..." "That dress would look terrific on you," she interrupted, stopping to point out a spaghetti strapped sundress, yellow with a soft spray of white polka-dots. "No, I..." "Would look good on me too," she went on, lifting up the tag and then looking back at me in frank appraisal. "I'm okay." "Don't try and stop me from spoiling you. The effort will prove very futile." "But..." "Bathing suit, that's what we're here for," she said, nodding towards the swimwear department and leading me off like a cavalry scout, panning about at the bikini clad mannequins, pausing and then raising her finger to one across the room. "...That's the one." I'd never worn a bikini before, not even as little kid. I guess you'd say my Mom had a conservative bent when it came to shopping for me, and as I got older, I just continued following her lead. My bathing suit was a one piece in navy. It was, looking back, a definite "swim team" deal. Francesca was up with the counter already, gesturing between the plastic mannequin and me, her hand fluttering up and down like a knowing maestro, the attractive young clerk nodding along with her, taking my measurements by eye. "Here, try it on," she said, at last walking back to where I uncomfortably waited. I stuck out my hand dumbly. It was a bikini, flimsy, aqua with a bright seashell print. There was nothing to it, or so it seemed to me. Francesca had me by the shoulders and was edging me towards the dressing room, ushering me in and closing the door before I could protest. "Come on, I'm dying to see it," she urged through the louvered door, the sound of her footfalls distinct as she hustled back towards the service counter. The bikini lay in my hand like an unwanted appendage. I stared at it with a deep apprehension, not wanting any part of it. It wasn't me, as the phrase would go. But I still felt I had to try it on for her, let her see that it wouldn't look good on me. I quickly undressed, carelessly scattering my clothes on the small stool, averting my eyes from the mirror as I slipped it on, aligning the straps across my shoulders, jiggling the meager cups around my equally meager offerings. The smile came of its own volition. I looked at someone else standing there before the mirror, my new shades still on, the bikini clinging ever so wonderfully. I think it was the first time I actually didn't flinch a bit at the sight of my own reflection. It looked so cool. The color was great on me and it—God I looked nice. It was the first time that I realized what a simple article of clothing could do for you. I felt lithe and beautiful, delightfully sexy. "You ready?" Francesca spoke, giving the door a soft knock. I actually giggled when she laid eyes on me, the way her face lit up. "That is so you," she said, spinning to the young clerk who'd followed her over to the dressing room. "Am I right?" "That does do it for her," the girl said admiringly, craning her neck to examine my rear, reaching out to adjust one of the straps—an innocent brush of flesh to flesh that corkscrewed straight down my spine. "My sexy little niece," Francesca added, touching my opposite shoulder and spinning me around toward her, feeling her gaze as she surveyed me from behind. "I like it," I burbled stupidly. "Good, now you go try this on." The sundress, the yellow one from when we'd come in. She'd gotten it when I'd been changing. "Thank you," I whispered, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Come on, I want to see it on you," she answered, clapping her hands till I backed in and shut the door. "That is so beautiful on her," the clerk said admiringly. "I love how tall she is." "Katherine Hepburn," Francesca countered. "Sigourney Weaver," the pretty clerk purred. "Veronica Lake. ...Are you hearing this, kid?" Francesca laughed. "Our way of saying you look very svelte." I was already slipping the dress over my head, doing a mad shimmy to draw it down my body. I was turned on, there was no denying it. It was just the attention of it all, the way I felt standing there in that dress. It looked so cute on me, it really did. I don't know why, but in that instant I closed my eyes and deliberately imagined Francesca standing there that morning, so beautiful. I felt that warm churn from deep in my chest, that unfamiliar shortness of breath that had been part of my life for every moment since. "How does it look?" Francesca urged happily, clearly enjoying the heck out of our adventure. I stepped out, biting my lower lip in shear anticipation to the reactions, doing a slight pirouette in response to their obvious approval. "So beautiful," Francesca mouthed, absently flicking up the hem of my new skirt. The next two days went by in a happy blur. We went to Busch Gardens, did the car safari. We rode the coasters till we were completely frazzled. The next morning we were up early, speeding down to St. Pete, strolling along the beach, doing lunch at the Don Caesar. She took me to her newsroom that afternoon and introduced me to everyone. At night we'd take long walks together and sit up talking for hours, chattering about everything you could possibly think of. And every night, no matter how much I tried to force my mind away from it, I would lay there in my bed masturbating to that visage of Francesca standing there bare-breasted in the kitchen, fantasizing about it in the way you do when you're younger, not really doing anything physical with the object of your lust. Just the simple presence of her in my thoughts was enough to send me into a roiling climax; and then, with the reliability of an incoming tide, the wash of guilt and regret. Looking back it's hard to believe how nasty and bad I felt about this behavior, the shame enough to make me shroud my face with the sheet. "You can give the driving another try today," Francesca said as we strolled along the sparsely peopled beach. It was my third day there and she'd driven us up to Caladesi, an island just north of Clearwater. It was a neat place, accessed exclusively by ferry and part of a federal wildlife preserve. There were no buildings on it other than the ranger station and visitors center; just dunes and acres of pristine white sand. "This is so nice," I said, watching as the waves creamed ashore. "It is, isn't it," Francesca said, halting at a spot several yards from the water and setting down our stuff. "Don't be afraid of trying it again." "I can't drive a stick shift," I answered. She had a small red Volkswagon Rabbit, a convertible, and she'd let me tool around a parking lot with it yesterday. I'd never worked a standard before and had done more jerks and sputtering stalls than I cared to recall. "That's just 'cause you haven't dated enough boys," she answered with a wink, wryly miming what was most definitely not the operation of a stick shift. "...Do another spin with it in the parking lot tomorrow. You just gotta get the feel of the clutch," —another lewd flick of that wrist— "you know just like getting the feel for one of these." I laughed at the sudden bawdiness, the way I'd seen girls at school jesting each other, but not me. For some weird reason it made me feel really good. Also standing there in my new bikini—my first public unveiling as it were—had me feeling light and girlish. I stared out over the water and thought that I hadn't really done anything yet, I didn't have a boyfriend, hadn't really dated anybody. I had definitely not gotten the "feel for one of these." A flock of pelicans came in low over the breaking surf, the whoosh of their wings thrilling as they folded and plunged headlong into a school of unlucky fish. "Come on, let's go in," Francesca shouted, bounding past me as she charged headlong into the water, shrieking at the chill before diving right in. I broke from my thoughts and followed her in; the water was still cold, cold enough that my breath caught short as I plunged into a large wave. "This is rough for here," Francesca said as I swam out to her, both of up standing in neck deep water, bobbing as the tide ebbed and rose. She was shaking a bit, getting used to the temp, taking a mouthful of water and spraying it in my direction. "You freezing?" "I'm good," I shivered. "Gotta get used to it," she went on, looking about quickly and then, to my complete and utter surprise, reaching around behind her and unfastening her bikini top, peeling it off and looping it through the waistband of her briefs in one smooth motion. "...I love swimming topless. It's my secret vice." She kicked back and did a few strokes on her back, her breasts marvelously buoyant, perfectly visible to me in that clear salty water. We bobbed together for a moment; Francesca smiled at me, at my expression no doubt. "Feels free," she said finally. "That's why I like it out here, nobody bothering you, no college kids getting stewed and cranking their radios. ...Being idiots." She rolled over in the water and swam out a bit deeper, the bikini top trailing in her wake. Again, I was caught so off guard as to be speechless. I bobbed silently, my toes bouncing off the hard-packed sand. "Wanna try it?" Francesca asked with a devilish grin, her chin just above the water. I heard myself giggle nervously; the beach was for the most part empty, with small clutches of bathers ranged every couple hundred yards or so. Francesca came back in my direction with a breast stroke—how apt—circling behind me, one hand up on my shoulder, the other deftly undoing my top. I clutched it without thinking; a gentle insistence as she floated in front of me and pulled it free of my body. "Now don't tell my sister about this or I'll get murdered," she chuckled, drifting back from me with the top still trailing in her hand. "Swim," she urged finally, as if amused by the way I just drifted there, hands cupping my small tits. I glanced about a final time, reassuring myself that no one could see, and then started to paddle. It felt great, free just like she'd said. Years later I sat in a darkened theatre watching Kate Winslet skinny-dip and experienced my Proust moment, a visceral recall of salt water and Francesca's touch, that fleeting look she gave as I swam up to her in the Gulf of Mexico, our fluttering legs brushing, our bodies so close... "Feels great," I whispered. "It does," came her answer, her expression clouding as she reached out to brush my cheek. She seemed to be looking for an answer that wasn't there. "I love you more than you know, Lenore," she said with a wan smile, whirling away from me diving completely out of sight. It was a moment that has stood fixed in my mind ever since, suddenly alone out there, the water choppy and cold, people far down the beach with no idea of what I felt. "Race you," Francesca's voice came, bursting to the surface maybe forty feet away, waving me forward, her demeanor changed as if by force of will. "You had everybody's eyes with that dress," Francesca said as we settled into her parlor. It was later that evening, the beach trip a dreamy memory, dinner at a steakhouse where the wine list was so expansive that they brought it tableside on a pedestal. I'd worn my new dress; Francesca a sleeveless white blouse and a bright pair of Capri's. We'd shared a porterhouse, which Francesca had insisted on being rare. She arranged a tour of the wine cellar for me, even though I couldn't drink what I was looking at. I settled onto the couch, straightening my dress, fussing with the pleats. "You have a good time today?" "Yes," I responded, eager for her to come back from the kitchen. "You want a taste?" she asked, stepping into the room with the half bottle of Pinot Noir she'd taken home from the restaurant, two bulbous glasses in her opposite hand. I nodded tentatively, intent as she poured a half glass for each of us, following her lead as she swirled the reddish liquid, seeing the legs as it rolled, ducking my nose beneath the rim for that first, wonderful whiff. "Salutѐ" "Salute," I toasted back, missing the natural phrasing, chinking our glasses together, tasting that first sip. "Good?" I nodded, lifting the glass once more to my lips, savoring the feel of the wine in my mouth, the warm afterglow as I swallowed. "Today was terrific," Francesca whispered, as if introducing me to some dark conspiracy. I smiled and enjoyed that sudden light feeling in my head. "You don't know how beautiful you are," she went on, still in that hushed, intimate tone. We sat in complete silence for a minute or so. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks, no doubt fostered by several sips of that good wine. I knew something was about to happen, something I was unsure of, a parched thirst that I wanted sated. "You are." "No I'm not," I stammered, shaking my head. "You are. You just haven't realized it yet." "I'm..." Francesca put her wine down and took my hand, her touch expressive and wonderfully gentle. She looked into my palm as if a gypsy would see something there, some clue she desperately needed. "You haven't been with anybody yet, have you?" she asked, still staring at the deeply etched lines of life and love and death. I couldn't answer, I felt close, as if the room didn't have any air left. "It's okay, don't be scared," she said, meeting my widened eyes with her own, again reaching out to brush my cheek. Wordlessly, she took the wineglass from my trembling grip and set it aside, hesitating, and then leaning in to kiss my cheek, her lips just brushing my skin, so lightly that I wasn't sure if it was a real touch. Then she tilted her head and brought her lips softly to my own. I didn't move, didn't kiss her back, but didn't pull away either. It was the first kiss like that I'd ever really had. My eyes were open, fixed on hers. I was scared, scared of what was happening, of what was about to happen. Francesca leaned in and kissed me again, deeply this time, her lips pressed to mine, my eyes drifting shut, relaxing with it, opening my mouth just a fraction, feeling the fleeting hint of tongue, her fingers trailing sensuously along my face, down my throat. "Do you want to undress me," she asked, pulling away just enough to sound the words, letting her fingers trace down across my bare shoulders, toying with the thin straps of my dress. She stood up without my answer, taking my hands and drawing me shakily to my feet. "I want you to," she whispered softly, lifting my right hand to her lips, kissing it seductively, nibbling the tender flesh of my wrist, her breath warm and scented of the wine. "I..." Francesca pressed my hand to the top button of her blouse, letting her arms sink to her sides, offering herself to me in as frank a manner as one could do such a thing. I don't know why, but I felt like crying as I undid that first button, then another, then the next. The blood was surging inside my skull, my breathing labored and urgent. I saw goose bumps rise on my forearms as I unbuttoned the blouse to her waistline and started to tug it free. "Take your time, baby," she whispered, brushing my hands in a calming fashion. All I knew was that I wanted her bare, I wanted to touch her. Any restraints of hesitancy had vanished in those few seconds. I guided the blouse free and draped it back across her shoulders, a rustle as it fell to the floor at her feet. Francesca reached behind and slowly unfastened her brassiere, the straps relaxing with the heaviness of her breasts, pausing for me to lift it away. The bra slid free with barely an effort. Her breasts were a wonder to me. She seemed pleased, as if perfectly proud of them, maybe just savoring my evident enthusiasm to her nakedness. She pulled into me, kissing me again, my arms wrapping around her, the shocking sensation of bare flesh under my fingers for the first time. "Make me naked," she whispered breathlessly. I was past all shyness now. I didn't need any real urging. The top button on the Capri's snapped loose, then the zipper drawing down, me bending before her, pulling them down along her thighs, helping as she stepped out of them. I reached up and drew her panties down, again helping her step free of them, her legs smooth and powerful. I straightened up, surveying what I'd wrought, letting her take my hand and silently lead me into her bedroom. "Undress for me," she said as we entered the dimly lit room. I thought she'd want to do it for me, like I'd just done for her, but she simply stepped back and waited, radiant in her nudity. I swallowed hard, feeling so off my balance here. Francesca just smiled, chewing down on her lower lip in anticipation. I stepped free of my pumps, slipping the spaghetti straps off my shoulders one at a time. A feeling of calmness and trust came over me as I carefully peeled the dress down along my body, standing there for a long moment before gliding my plain white briefs down to my ankles. Then I was in her arms, kissing her, our bodies intertwined and afire. Francesca eased me back onto her bed, mounting me as I hitched backward onto the center of her mattress, our mouths glued together with a maddening passion. I closed my eyes to her touch, that exquisite sensation of hands roaming freely over my heretofore untouched skin, her mouth tracing down to my modest little buds, just the feathering of her lips at first, then the tickling thrill of her taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking it tenderly, moving to the other one, sucking it, looking up to see my reaction as she softly bit and tugged it, eyelids fluttering as she seemingly sucked the entire tit into her mouth. "Kiss them," she whispered ardently, lifting up off me, presenting her full breasts to me. I lifted my head and did just that, kissing one then the next, caressing them with my left hand, trying to do it like she'd just done to me, getting bolder as I went, her nipples thick and spongy, wonderful against my tongue as I suckled them. "Oh, God..." Francesca muttered, lolling her head back, stiffening as I continued to fondle her, her breathing coarsened. "...I got to do you." She moved down my long body with a lustful deliberateness, using her lips against my inner thighs as she spread my legs. I was still hiked up on my elbows, watching as she circled in on me, the first brush of her tongue—I was very wet—a deeper probing, saliva slicking me even more, an expert flick, then another that literally drew the air from my lungs, Francesca's eyes closed to mere slits, her face buried in my mound, the receptors in my braid crackling, her tongue roiling on... I screamed as the orgasm hit out of nowhere, a blinding firecracker exploding from the base of my spine, arching my back up from the mattress, fistfuls of sheet the only thing seemingly holding me to earth. I was coming in waves, one after the next, Francesca gripping into my hips, keeping at me frantically, the ebbing between not enough to even catch my breath. I reached down to push her away at one point, but she shrugged off the touch, increasing the intensity of her ministrations, another furious climax building within me, a ragged moan as I thrashed about as if possessed, coming, coming, coming... And then it was done; finished. I was lying there shivering, my vision hazy and unfocused. I listened to the sound of my own breath and a delicious smile slipped my lips. "I love how you come, baby" Francesca whispered admiringly, her mouth glistening, eyes very bright. She was up alongside me, stroking my forehead, snuggling to peck my cheek. I rolled onto my side and kissed her, tasting myself on her mouth. I had tears in my eyes and started to wipe them away, only to have her stop me. "I love you so much," she went on. Instinctively I kissed her again and started to roll her over, again to be drawn short. "I want to be on top," she announced. "Okay?" I nodded, in my innocence not really registering what she meant. Francesca pressed me back onto her bed and kissed me deeply, lifting up on her knees, positioning herself up over my head and taking a firm grip on the antique brass headboard. She silently met my eyes as she lowered herself onto my face. "Just be easy," she said, lifting her head up towards the ceiling and waiting. Her bush was dark and luxuriant, a perfectly symmetrical triangle, beads of moisture clinging like dew. I let my hands roam up along the smooth globes of her ass and drew her down that final inch or so, my tongue tracing the sodden crevice of her sex, wetting it with my saliva, exploring. Francesca's labial folds were dark and heavy, an audible whooshing as I licked deeper into the silken depths of her pussy, a briny taste that I instantly loved, feeling the definition of her pubic bone on my face, swirling my tongue, discovering that delicate little nub. No teasing, just going right down on it, seeing her immediately start to respond, sinking more weight onto me, her head swaying from side to side, her breathing quickened. "I'm gonna come," she moaned after another minute or so, and then she was grinding against my mouth, digging in with her pelvis, moaning louder and louder, gyrating down on me as the climax hit. I felt the heat coming off her, saw her gripping the headboard, her tits bouncing as she started a frenzied humping, driving down on me like a machine, a slippery wetness sloshing into my mouth, running down along my cheeks. "Oh my God! Oh, suck it, suck my cunt. Suck my cunt, baby. ...God, God, God...aghhhh... I squeezed her ass hard, sucking on her clit, the cords of her neck taut and quivering, the muscles along her lower abdomen rippling. She lifted up off me, struggling for a moment against my attempt to hold her in. Her thighs were drenched, her hamstrings aflutter, the storm subsiding. I watched as she slipped down beside me, obviously trying to steady things a bit. "...Look at you," she said with affectionate amusement, stroking at my glistening cheek. "I guess "I'm a gusher. Your lip's bleeding." I tasted the fresh blood, realizing that she'd ground my inner lip against my braces. "Does it hurt?" she asked, obviously concerned. I shook my head and smiled. "That was so... " "Thank you," I said without even thinking about it. "Thank You, Lenore," she whispered back, our noses touching as we snuggled to one another. "I love you." "And I love you, baby" she sighed. "And I always will." How do you talk about someone who changed your life? I ask that question now, because that is exactly what Francesca did for me that night. I loved Francesca long before that long ago night. I loved her as I dozed safely in her arms after our first lovemaking, the sweet murmur of her voice seeping down into my dreams. And I love her still; love her like no other person alive, save my own kids. A chasm of time has opened between then and now, and time is a most unforgiving companion. I see the wages it demands etched deeper into my face every year. I see the same, deeper lines in my aunt's face and grow afraid. I live in northern California today, married to a good man for going on nineteen years now. I have three children, two girls and a boy. I find every day interesting and look at each virgin sunrise as a great gift. I live my life and don't let my life live me. That is what I got from Francesca, even though I couldn't put into words why that is so. I just know it to be true. I was one person flying to Florida eleven days; a far different one coming back, aching at our separation as the plane lifted from the runway. Francesca still lives in Florida, a successful real estate broker now, living what she half-mockingly terms the good life; a dazzling home in Boca Raton, a Jaguar convertible in the drive. She is still a strikingly beautiful woman, her hair still stylish but turned a steel-gray, her luxuriant bush waxed smooth. And of course that wondrous set of tits are not what they once were, the immutable laws of gravity giving them a zenith and an inevitable decline; or in my aunt's own choice phrasing, "tits are temporary, suck it up and hope you got a couple good pictures of 'em." She is single yet, a bevy of lovers over the years, both male and female; something she has always been quite open with me about. She remains an integral part of this puzzle which is my life. Godmother to both my girls, an enlivening fixture at my home for every holiday. And yes, she is still my lover. I have no hesitancy in sharing this fact, no compunctions of guilt over the fact that I occasionally share her bed to my husband's ignorance. I'm careful with it, respectful in my discretion. We travel together at least once a year these days, a vacation somewhere usually foreign, a "girl's thing" as Jack would say. That and I usually make time to visit her in the depths of winter, a few days to ourselves, always surprised at how that feverish passion rekindles as we come together. And that is it really, nothing more to add. I think back often to that time, the first sight of her nude body, my mouth buried in the mossy depths of her pussy, her broodingly beautiful face lost in pleasure. That feeling you have when you first get another person off changes everything for a person, especially when you deeply love them. I've had that experience only a few times in my life, Francesca and Jack and maybe one or two others, a consuming need, a passion at last satisfied. I have a photograph of the two of us from that trip, Francesca and I having lunch at a small café. A bright ceramic frame of seashells and small birds that seems lost amid a table cluttered with family photographs. We smile for the camera and seem to hold a mutual secret, a secret shared only by sexed couples. I look at that often, the secret still ours. Still so much in love with her after all these years. *[If you enjoyed it let me know. A vote and a comment are always most appreciated]*

Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 01

*Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his edits. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age. This is a work of fiction, but I have to warn you. If you expect good dialog, flawless grammar and a non-stereotyped story this is not a story for you.* \*\*\*\*\* "It has been one hell of a month," Gavin Walker thought as he was standing outside the Holborn Country Club. A month ago life had all been good. Gavin was one of the more popular boys in the school. He played football and basketball and his tall muscular build as well as his sharp wit made him admired by the other students. Gavin was from a low-income background, but he'd been given a scholarship to the prestigious high school because of his athletic skill. He was, so to speak, from the wrong side of the tracks, but had still grown up in a loving environment. His father, Tanner, had always had time to help him and his mother, Lynette, had always been there for him. His parents had been high school sweethearts and before they left school, Lynette had been pregnant with Gavin. They married and Tanner started to work at the local factory owned by the Douglas family. At first they barely scraped by, but as time went by, the Walker household became more financially secure. Tanner and Lynette provided Gavin with a brother, Sean, and a sister, Amalia. They were both in primary school. It was a happy household but two years ago they had had a scare, when Lynette was diagnosed with cancer. Together the Walker family had beaten it and she had now been in remission for the last year. But it had drained Tanner and Lynette's bank accounts. Still the family was a happy family. Then it all started to go wrong. Gavin was well regarded in school, had great grades and for the last half year he had been in a relationship with Jennifer, a hot cheerleader. Everything was wonderful until one night everything changed. Gavin had completely seduced Jennifer and after a month she was willing to do anything he wanted. Gavin was a horny 18 year-old, so he wanted it all - and he got it. But one night Jennifer had called and in tears told him that her family had to move to Seattle. A week later they were gone. Before Gavin got his bearings, his father and a lot of other workers were laid off from the factory when some of the production was moved to China. It meant an economic meltdown for the Walker family. The recession was taking its toll on the local economy and unemployment soared. Tanner scoured the want ads every day, but there was not much available. Not many folks were hiring. In fact, nobody was hiring. The finances got increasingly tighter, and the Walker family fell another month of mortgage payments behind. One more slip and the bank would take the house. They started to become desperate. Gavin had found a part time job and now he was dressed in a parking valet uniform, as he tried to make some money to take home. The circumstances had made Gavin an angry young man. He had become used to getting all the pussy he wanted, when he wanted it. Now he had been without for almost a month. His parents had gone from being a happy couple to both being quite depressed by their situation. On the outside Gavin didn't seemed different as he still showed a shiny disposition. The only indication of his black fury was on the field. He had become almost brutal when he tackled the opponents. One quarterback had left the field with a broken arm and a broken leg after being sacked by Gavin. He definitely lay down the hurt on the opponents. Dressed in his parking valet uniform Gavin recognized the huge town car approaching. It belonged to Clement Douglas. For the last week Gavin had turned his anger towards Clement Douglas. He had made the decision to fire his father and the other workers just to gain more money. He was already filthy rich so it made Gavin furious. He blamed Clement Douglas for all the bad things that had happened to him in the last month and decided to get revenge. He had not yet been able to come up with a plan but when he held the door for Clement's wife, Abigail, and their two daughters, Tiffany and Catherine, an idea popped up into his head. It was obvious to Gavin that Abigail Douglas had a lot of time on her hands and she took great care of her figure. As she got out of the car he took in the sight of the sleek and strong specimen of feminine perfection. Abigail was wearing a slinky, sequined blue dress and matching pumps. Her platinum blond hair tumbled down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Some light eye shadow and liner only served to enhance her dark, smoky eyes, and her lips were full and luscious below her small nose and high cheekbones. As beautiful as Abigail's face was, her pendulous, D-cup tits were beyond description. They seemed to beg release in the form fitting dress, and the cleavage was just perfect. Even though Abigail was approaching forty, her breasts were high and firm. Gavin took in the sight of her tits jiggling as she walked towards him with a little smile and a nod. Then Gavin focused on Tiffany getting out of the car. Tiffany was the oldest daughter and also looked stunning. Gavin knew she was nineteen years old but she looked much more mature. Tiffany was radiant with her natural tan, sunglasses on her forehead holding her straight brown hair back from her face. As Gavin studied her he saw her beauty. She had large brown eyes and full pouty lips. Her breasts were large, a C maybe even a D-cup. Tiffany was a huge flirt and she knew she was gorgeous. She had a slim athletic build and was about 5'6''. Her brown hair was always beautiful. It was long, shiny, and so soft-looking, complementing her tanned skin very well. Gavin took in her beauty. Today she was wearing a short black skirt decorated with flower patterns. She wore a very tight and low-cut yellow tank top. Her breasts looked fantastic in her yellow tank top and Tiffany was not shy about flaunting them. She was thin, but not skinny, and had a defined curve to her hips that swayed as she moved. Her heels were audible on the concrete every time she took a step. She walked into the country club giving Gavin a brief glance. He couldn't help but stare at the back of her thighs where her tight ass was framed in a splendid way by her black skirt. Catherine Douglas was a year younger than her sister and stood 5'4''. Her honey blonde hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves and a dusting of freckles painted her nose under arresting green eyes. Her full lips were painted a pretty pink. She was wearing a short silk dress, kind of a light green colour. The dress sat squarely on her shoulders and had a little flared sleeve that accented her beautifully tanned arms. The front was scooped down low to reveal her cleavage. Gavin could see the hint of a lacy white bra that seemed to be lifting her cleavage and consolidating her bouncy flesh in the scoop of the neckline. The bodice hugged her breasts then tapered tightly around her tiny little waist until flaring to hug her perfect little bubble butt. The lower part of the dress hung loosely at mid-thigh. She wore a sexy pair of green heels with two straps across her delicate tanned ankles. The silk dress moved in a subtle sway as she walked past Gavin. She smiled at him and said "Hey Gavin." Catherine went to Gavin's school and was a cheerleader. So they often met at games and so on. But they had never been hanging out with the same people. Gavin replied, "Hello Catherine and welcome to the club. I hope you'll enjoy your evening." Catherine smiled and thanked him as she walked into the club. The last person out of the car was Clement Douglas. He looked kind of distinguished and had just turned 51. Gavin could tell he had been reasonably good looking when younger but had now let himself go. He definitely appeared more his age than his wife did. He was about 5'11" with shortish steel-grey hair cut back in a sharp, severe style and had deep, china-blue eyes which seemed unfriendly. Clement seemed like a cold, calculating businessman who had developed into an overweight, arrogant, rude and abusive man. Clement tossed the car keys to Gavin as he walked by, talking on his phone, not even glancing at him. "That report on the radio. Bloody politicians, we are becoming too soft to do anything to save ourselves. The country is going to ruin. It happens every day in business. Opportunity! Happens all the time, opportunity drops literally in people's laps but they are too dumb or too soft to take advantage of it. You gotta harden up. Why do you think I moved production to China? They will work for almost nothing for 15 hours a day and do not complain. In this country the workers demand health care and ridiculous wages. There is always some safety issue in production so I'm fucking happy I made the decision. In China it's cheaper to pay the worker if he gets hurt than to install safety measures. In this country I would be sued for all my money if a worker got hurt because I had neglected safety issues. So I tell you..." Overhearing Clement's conversation Gavin became enraged. Clement's cold attitude towards human lives was despicable and at that moment Gavin hated him with all his heart. As he drove the Douglas' car to the parking space, he started to make a plan which would hurt Clement in some way. He knew he couldn't harm him financially so he had to find another way. As he thought about the Douglas women he knew what to do. He would insert himself into their lives. \-- On Monday morning Gavin was riding his bike to school. He had sold his car to help support his family. As he surveyed the student parking lot, he saw some of his friends arriving in their expensive German import cars. When he had first been transferred to this school some of the jocks had made fun of him but it hadn't taken long before they all respected him and sought to be friends with him. Then he noticed Catherine Douglas arriving in her VW Beetle cabriolet. She was talking to a friend as she parked up close to the teacher parking area. All of the students knew it was her space. Gavin tried to collect his thoughts and even attempted a brief moment of meditation to calm his nerves and find his center. He was going to seduce Catherine and he was just getting his plan together. He began to walk across the parking lot toward the place where all the cheerleaders, including Catherine, were hanging out. "Good morning, ladies," Gavin said with a charming smile. The cheerleaders greeted him with smiles while taking in his impressive figure. Gavin was the big man on campus, well over six feet tall, with square shoulders, and a solid, muscular chest and frame. He had a clean tanned face, light blond hair with short back and sides. He had warm blue eyes over a fine straight nose. It was evident he was a jock, as he had both poise and balance. He had a powerful aura as a man of strength and energy. Gavin walked up to the girl standing next to Catherine and asked, "Hey Diana. Have you been in contact with Jennifer lately?" "Yes, we talked yesterday. She's pretty down over moving away and upset over your break-up," Diana replied in a serious tone. "Ah, about that," Gavin began to say. "I know the whole thing. I know Jennifer did the breaking up because she didn't want to be in a long distance relationship." Diana said. It had been a mutual decision but Gavin decided to run with the narrative Diana provided, so he said, "Yeah it's been kind of hard. But I had to respect Jennifer's wishes. You know, if you love them you have to set them free. But it's not easy to mend a broken heart. I'll just take my time and hope one day I'll find another girlfriend." Gavin thought he was laying it on too thick but as he looked around he only noticed two kinds of look in the cheerleaders' eyes. One was a kind of speculative interest and the other was compassion. Catherine's eyes showed the latter. "Well I'll have to get to class," Gavin said, and turned and walked into the high school building. \-- Later that day, Gavin made his way towards the cafeteria for lunch. The morning classes had been okay and he was walking a path he knew would most likely make him bump into Catherine. He saw her standing alone at her locker and as he walked towards her he noticed some paper on the floor. He bent down and picked it up asking, "Hi Catherine, is this yours?" "Oh, yes. It's my notes from English. Thank you so much." Catherine said. "Don't sweat it. I'm used to serving you," Gavin said with a smile Catherine blushed. She knew what people thought of her: aloof, cool to the point of glacial. Often she had heard the words 'snob' and 'a bit of a prude' when people characterized her behind her back. It was not true. At least, not entirely. She was a private person who had built up defence mechanisms towards others. Previously, in elementary school, some of her assumed friends had tried to take advantage of her wealthy background, so she had become used to surrounding herself with people who also had money. The wealth issue didn't mean that Catherine held back in her appearance. She knew she was hot and liked to flaunt it. She was also used to being admired and approached by the boys in school. But she had never really been alone with the handsome star of the football team. He was not the typical jock flashing his parents' money. He came from a whole different background and she didn't know how to handle it. "Stop it Gavin. I'm not in a higher place than you," Catherine said. Gavin grinned and said, "Sorry Catherine. I'm just pulling your chain. I couldn't resist it. Let's eat lunch together." Catherine was startled by Gavin's suggestion. They had never sat together at lunch. She thought back on the episode at the parking lot. After Gavin had left the cheerleaders this morning several of the girls had started to speculate whether he would like to go out with them. They didn't hide they were into him. Catherine had also been attracted to the tall powerful jock so she replied, "I'll love to." Together they found a table with some of their mutual friends. Gavin sat next to Catherine and for the first few minutes they talked about school. The conversation was centered on what classes they were taking. They discovered that they had two classes together. After that the conversation turned to what they did in their free time. Gavin intentionally did more listening then talking. When he spoke he made sure not to talk too much. Catherine didn't notice this and when the bell rang she gave Gavin a pleasant smile before leaving with her friends. \-- Gavin's afternoon classes were uneventful. As he left school he made sure to walk past Catherine's Beetle, pushing his bike. She was standing by the car talking to a girlfriend who left as Gavin approached. "See you tomorrow?" Gavin said with a smile as he prepared to get onto his bike. "Sure thing," Catherine smiled back. She was still baffled by the hot stud's attention towards her. But she liked it a lot. So as Gavin began to pedal she called out, "Wait a minute, Gavin." Gavin stopped and Catherine took a slip of paper and a pen from her bag. Quickly she scribbled her number, complete with a heart and some X's and O's, on the slip of paper and pushed it into Gavin's hand. "Call me some time," She said, blushing, and turned around to get into her car. Gavin grinned and put the slip of paper in his pocket before he started to pedal away. His first mission was a success. He had made a connection with Catherine. Now he had to cultivate this over the next couple of weeks. \-- Already, the same evening, Gavin started to exchange texts with Catherine. During the next week the text stream between the two teens increased at a steady pace. They texted about everything. Catherine texted about her life in general, her family, her friends and so on. Gavin texted about school, football and funny stories about his experiences working at the Holborn Country Club. He didn't devulge anything about his family and their economic troubles and Catherine didn't ask. Gavin continued to insinuate himself into Catherine's life. Soon they were talking on the phone and chatting about anything. They shared Chemistry class and became lab partners. They always sat together at lunch and the other students began to view them as a couple. Gavin flirted with Catherine and she liked being romanced by the powerful jock. One day after a game, Gavin was walking Catherine to her car. As they stood by the car Gavin leaned in and his lips met Catherine's. Catherine moaned softly as Gavin kissed her. For weeks she had been becoming more and more attracted to him. Not only was Gavin tall, muscular and confident. He was also cute and funny. After about thirty seconds the kiss ended. Catherine's eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling very fast. Gavin loved the sight in front of him. Catherine's breasts were rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm. "I have wanted to do this for some time," Gavin whispered, with his lips still just inches from Catherine's. Catherine was ecstatic. She couldn't believe what had just occurred. The hottest guy in school had just kissed her. She took a deep breath and thought about what she was going to do next. She had kissed boys before but never more than that. She was surprised by her feelings towards Gavin as she clearly wanted him to kiss her again and she whispered back, "Me too and I liked it a lot." Hearing this Gavin once again pressed his lips against Catherine's full moist lips. For the next couple of minutes the couple kissed and Gavin even pushed his tongue into Catherine's mouth. At first she didn't know how to respond, but seconds later their tongues were twirling around each other. Catherine melted in his arms as she returned his loving kiss. Her tongue carefully slid into Gavin's mouth, their tongues danced together, giving Catherine feelings that she had never known before. When Gavin released Catherine from his embrace he took a step back and said, "We'll have to stop now. I've a lot of trouble controlling myself around you. But maybe we could continue this during a date tomorrow?" Catherine was aroused and she looked lovingly into Gavin's eyes and said, "I would love to go on a date with you tomorrow." "Great, let's meet at the school parking lot at 7 pm," Gavin replied. "That's a deal. Now I have to get home," Catherine said, giving Gavin a tight hug as she could feel wetness forming in her tiny panties. Soon after, Gavin watched her drive away. He knew his plan was coming together. \-- Gavin had a plan for the date. He had heard on the radio that there was going to be an amazing meteor shower late that night and that it could easily be viewed. So he put together a picnic basket with two blankets, some food and a bottle of champagne he had "borrowed" from the country club. He was waiting for Catherine at the school. When she arrived he took in her appearance as she got out of the car. Catherine had really dressed to impress. Her honey blonde hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves and her full lips were painted a pretty pink. She was wearing a short black skirt and a blue tank-top. The front scooped down low to reveal her luscious cleavage. Gavin could see the hint of a lacy blue bra that seemed to be enhancing her cleavage. She wore a sexy pair of blue heels. Gavin pulled Catherine into his arms and felt her trembling body. His loving hands caressed her back as he leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss. When he let go of her gorgeous body, he said "Let's go." "Where are we off to?" Catherine asked wondering about the date. Gavin had told her it would be a surprise. "Off to the mountain top. There is going to be a meteor shower and I thought we could see it together. So we are going on a picnic," Gavin grinned. "Oh that's a great idea," Catherine said and handed Gavin her car keys. She just loved the romantic idea that Gavin had come up with. He was so much more thoughtful and romantic than anyone she had ever dated. \-- When they arrived at Gavin's secret spot he quickly set the scene. Soon the couple was sitting on a blanket on the ground. Gavin gave Catherine a glass of champagne and a chocolate covered strawberry. As they sat on the blanket talking and drinking champagne Gavin knew that tonight would be the night. It was a warm evening and after some time the couple laid down on their backs, looking up into the sky while still talking. Gavin got up on his elbow, turned towards Catherine and looked down on her sexy body. He started to caress her face and said, "You're just so beautiful." All of a sudden Catherine looked quite nervous and stared at the sky. She was a little bit tipsy and didn't know how to react to Gavin's caress. "Catherine, look at me," Gavin continued. "I'm not interested in pressuring you. We'll take this slowly. I can tell you're very nervous. Don't be. We'll not do anything you don't want to do." Catherine gulped down some air and looked at Gavin. "Please tell me what you're nervous about?" "Well, I'm nervous about everything. I've never been on a date feeling like this before," Catherine responded. "Feeling like this?" Gavin asked. "I want to be with you, but..." Catherine's voice trailed off. "Just relax," Gavin said. "We'll take it slowly. Don't be scared." Gavin took her hands in his and rubbed her palms slowly. "I'm not very experienced. I'm only used to kissing when I'm on a date," Catherine whispered. "Well, let's begin there. Kiss me." "Just like that?" Catherine asked. "Yes, just like that," Gavin replied. Catherine hesitated for a moment but slowly leaned forward and kissed Gavin softly on the lips. Gavin leaned in and kissed her back. It was a gentle kiss. Gavin moved backward a few inches to look in her eyes, "I thought that was rather a nice kiss." Then he moved forward and kissed her again, only this time he held it a bit longer before moving away. As he did he noticed that Catherine had her eyes closed. She opened them slowly as he moved back breaking the kiss. Moments later he kissed her again, only this time with a bit more force and held it for a few moments longer. When he pulled away this time, Catherine kind of gasped for breath as if she had been holding it. Gavin came back again and this time his hands came up to caress her face and then to the back of her neck. As he kissed her he noticed she was kissing back with more force and urgency. Gavin sucked on her lower lip and kissed her even more forcefully. Catherine responded in kind. After a few minutes he moved back just a bit, but remained close enough to feel her breath as she tried to catch it. He looked into her gorgeous green eyes as best he could in the dim evening light. "I think you liked that," Gavin said. Catherine smiled and said, "Absolutely. I could kiss you all night." "Then let's kiss some more. I like your soft lips," Gavin said as he leaned in and they kissed for another ten minutes straight. Catherine was aroused and moved her slender arms around Gavin's neck. She started to play with his light blond hair as she enjoyed the kiss. Gavin pushed his tongue between Catherine's lips and she opened them to allow him access to her mouth. He played with her tongue and she in turn played back. At one point she pushed her tongue back into his mouth and he sucked on her tongue. When they finally broke it was because both need a breath and the passion was sparking. "God, I love kissing you," Gavin said. "You're one hot kisser." "Really? You're great too," she said. "Catherine, I promised I wouldn't pressure you. So please tell me if I'm being too forward." Gavin whispered. Catherine felt secure in Gavin's presence. She had never been on a date with a guy who was so sensitive to her feelings. So she said, "Let's just continue. I don't feel pressured at all." Gavin leaned forward and kissed Catherine again. They kissed for at least another ten minutes and the passion built back up to near boiling point like it had before. Gavin broke away and admired the vision beneath him. He was hovering above Catherine. Her blue tank top was pulled tight across her chest and her nipples looked like they would rip right through the fabric. She was a vision with her long honey blond hair framing her radiant face with those amazing green eyes and full sensual lips. Gavin started to make butterfly kisses along Catherine's jawline. As he reached her ear he buried his face in her long soft hair and was surrounded by her exquisite sensual scent. Gavin praised her beauty as he ran his fingers through her hair and said, "You're so beautiful. I can't stop kissing you." "Oh Gavin, it feels so good," Catherine moaned. "How do you feel, babe. Should I stop?" Gavin asked Catherine. "I feel wonderful," Catherine responded as her lips once again sought Gavin's. After some time Gavin started to kiss Catherine's throat and moved his right hand from her waist to her full breast. As he gently squeezed it he felt her nipple tighten and spring to life, even through her tank top and bra. While he massaged her breast he rolled her stiff nipple between his fingers as his lips once again met hers. Catherine had become really aroused by Gavin's caress and moaned into his mouth, pushing her full breast up against his hand. Catherine clung to Gavin's powerful shoulders as he kept on stimulating her breasts through her top while their tongues twirled around each other like crazy. After some time Gavin broke the kiss and took hold of her blue tank top, pulling it up over her head. Catherine was stirred up, so she lifted her arms almost reflexly. Gavin threw the top on the blanket and quickly got rid of his own T-shirt. Catherine's luscious breasts were a wondrous sight and looked like they wanted to burst out from her blue lace bra. Gavin didn't want to give her time to think, so he promptly opened the front clasp of her bra. Catherine let out a huge moan as Gavin covered her breasts with his hands, lightly pinching her pink nipples and kissed her mouth once more. He gently nipped her bottom lip and then slowly licked his way down her throat until he arrived at those twin mountains. Right away Gavin began to worship her extraordinary tits, kissing and biting and licking gently all around her nipples. Gavin was driving Catherine crazy with lust despite her best intentions to take it slowly. She had never allowed a boy to caress her like Gavin was, but she just couldn't resist him. She softly whimpered as she felt Gavin sucking her nipple into his mouth. Gavin drew her nipple out with his teeth and then lashed it with his tongue. Catherine's hands were stroking his hair as she kept on moaning. After some time Gavin's hands were roaming all over Catherine's athletic body. He loved her soft, smooth skin. His fingers danced lightly over her flat stomach before arriving at her black skirt. At first he caressed her bare thighs and then slowly pushed his hand between her legs and then Gavin touched Catherine's pussy through her panties as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Catherine let out a huge moan. She had never felt anything like this. She had gone on this date expecting kissing and maybe some light touching but they had already surpassed that. And still she didn't want to stop. She didn't want to let Gavin down. From the locker room talk she knew that Gavin's former girlfriend Jennifer, had been quite adventurous and Catherine didn't want to appear timid or intimidated by Gavin. Gavin cupped Catherine's breasts fully. His hands were just perfectly proportioned to them. He liked how her nipples were small and pointed, pinkish in contrast to her white skin. Gavin got up onto his knees and moved Catherine so she was lying on her back. Then he spread her legs and moved down between them. Gavin looked at Catherine's crotch and noticed that her thong was wet. "Just relax baby. Remember you can stop me at any given moment. But I'll bet you're going to enjoy this," Gavin said and started to kiss Catherine's inner thighs and up towards her wet pussy. He kissed the surrounds of her vagina and then he licked her slit from bottom up to her clit through the laced fabric of her thong. Catherine moaned in pleasure and bit her lips. She had never felt anything like this and unaware of her body's reaction to Gavin's caress, she squeezed his head between her thighs for a second or two because of the electrifying emotions that ran through her body. Gavin removed Catherine's skirt and thong and continued to lick her pussy while he held her thighs open. He pushed his tongue inside her, making scooping motions and tasting her sweet juices. He noticed how her juices were starting to flow down her butt. Catherine began to breathe heavily. She felt like exploding without any control, "Stop Gavin. Please stop." "You don't mean it, baby. Just let go and don't hold anything back. It'll be fantastic," Gavin ignored Catherine's plea and moved his tongue even faster. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers while his elbows were pushing her legs apart and up above his head. Her pink inner pussy walls were now exposed and he licked furiously, before he sucked her clit into his mouth. "Arrrggg," Catherine screamed as she was gripping the blanket. The she came. Catherine had never experienced anything like this before. She writhed and jerked around on the blanket. It was as if an electric current coursed through her veins and she was in cloud nine. Gavin was mesmerized by the way his new lover's vagina was contracting in rhythm with her body jerking. He was completely hard and his balls were aching for release. He lay down next to Catherine and caressed her chin with his right hand. Looking into her eyes Gavin licked his fingers and said, "You taste so good. I have never tasted anything so sweet." Catherine inhaled deeply and then said with tears in her eyes, "This is one of the best experiences in my life. Never in my life have I felt such a wonderful thing. You make me feel so loved." Gavin leaned in and for some time the couple kissed and touched each other's bodies. Gavin took hold of one of Catherine's hands and moved it toward his cock. As she touched his rock hard shaft through his jeans, Catherine let out a loud gasp and her eyes widened. She looked down and for the first time realized how big Gavin was down there. "I still don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. But I think we have a real connection," Gavin said as he moved his hand over Catherine's, making her close her hand around the huge bulge in his pants. "Do you feel my need for you," Gavin continued. "Oh, my. It feels huge. I have never been in a situation like this, Gavin. I'm not as bold as many of the other girls," Catherine whispered looking in awe at the huge snake in Gavin's pants. "You don't need to be bold. You just need to embrace this moment and be a little adventurous. Remember, no pressure at all. We can stop at any moment but go ahead baby and open my pants." Catherine hesitated for a minute then got up on her knees and, hovering over Gavin, she started undoing his belt. She soon had that and the fly down and Gavin lifted his rear so she could pull his pants down and off. His boxers still hid his cock from view but the outline made Catherine gasp. She looked briefly into Gavin's eyes, and then, unsure of the right action, she took hold of what looked like a log running down one leg of the boxers. Catherine had never felt anything like this. She squeezed it lightly and felt what appeared like a bat hidden behind his boxers. She squeezed a few more times and could feel it growing harder and thicker and even longer in her hand. Once again she looked up into Gavin's eyes and said, "I don't know what I should be doing. It feels huge." "I know I'm a bit bigger than other boys but it'll be okay. Just pull my shaft out through the slit in my boxers," Gavin responded excited by Catherine's tiny hands on his hard cock. Catherine showed her inexperience as she fought a little to get the big log to move into the open slit at the crotch, but soon it popped out and nearly hit her in the face. She became empowered when she felt it tremble in her hands. It looked fantastic, so huge. The head was the size of a plum and the shaft was nearly as big around as her wrist. "Oh, my God," she gasped. "It is so gigantic. How have you been able to fit this inside Jennifer? I can't envisage that." "Don't you like it?" Gavin asked. "It's beautiful but so big," Catherine replied.' "Take it in your hand and rub the head lightly," Gavin instructed her. Catherine did as he told her and she could feel it grow a little more. "I know you're inexperienced so I'll guide you. Please have an open mind. I will tell you what I really like. But if you don't want to do it, just say so," Gavin said. "All right," Catherine replied. "Let's take it slow. You see the head? The underside of the head is very sensitive. See the ridge around the head. That is also sensitive. Not as much as under the head but sensitive. Rubbing the shaft up and down feels good and can bring a guy to ejaculation. Now, I want you to wrap your hand around my dick and slowly start sliding it up and down." Gavin instructed Catherine. Catherine hesitated for a few seconds. She had never been in close proximity to the male organ. Of course she had seen pictures and overheard the other girls talk about it. But she had always been really cautious when dating. Catherine didn't want to hold back any more so with trembling hands she did what she was told. Within a minute she felt Gavin's cock lengthen a bit more. It had also thickened and the head was even bigger than before. "Oh my God. I cannot believe how big and hard you are Gavin," Catherine whispered. "Baby, please pull my boxers down," Gavin said. Catherine did as she was told and Gavin lifted his ass so his boxers could join his pants on the blanket. Catherine stared in amazement at his genitals in front of her. She was in awe of the sight. Almost in a trance she continued to stroke his long thick shaft with both hands. Her trance was broken when Gavin spoke to her. "You're doing great baby. Now let's progress a little bit more. Lean down and lick the head of my cock now," Gavin instructed. Catherine looked up at Gavin. She noticed the seriousness in his eyes and looked back to his penis. Once again she hesitated for a moment but eventually moved her head tentatively towards his cock. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked it back and forth across the head washing away the pre-cum that had formed there. She drew her tongue back into her month and looked back at Gavin. He smiled at her and moaned, "How does it taste? Catherine savored the taste in her mouth for a second and said, "It doesn't taste bad. Not much taste at all really. Kind of bland I guess and maybe a little salty." "Do you like it?" Gavin asked. "It's okay," Catherine said. "Good. Please lick it some more. You make me so hot," Gavin moaned. Catherine was excited by the fact that she clearly was stimulating her experienced lover. She did as Gavin instructed. She licked lightly for a while then he told her to lick a bit harder which she did. He told her to lick up and down the shaft, to get his hard-on wet with her saliva. Catherine applied herself to the task and elicited many groans and moans from Gavin. When she worked her way back up the shaft to the head she noticed that he had leaked a large amount of pre-cum and it was running down the head over the ridge and down the shaft. Veins were starting to bulge a bit in his shaft and the head felt like it was even harder than before. She licked up the pre-cum without being told and savored the taste. Gavin loved Catherine's transformation to a cock-loving girlfriend. He had been uncertain of how far he could get her to go. Now he knew she was game, so he said, "Catherine, I want you to take the tip of the head in your mouth now and suck on it gently. Do that for a little bit then work your way down until you have the whole head in your mouth. Once the whole head is in your mouth, I want you to suck on it while rubbing your tongue around the head." Now Catherine didn't hesitate. She sucked the end of his cock and flicked her tongue into the piss hole. Gavin let out a huge groan. Catherine knew she had done something good. She sucked a little harder and moved a bit more of the head into her mouth. As she tried to take more of the head she had to open her mouth much wider. She realized that to get the full head in her mouth would be like popping a large plum in her mouth whole. She pushed further down while licking and sucking on Gavin's cock. The moans and groans she was producing in him spurred her on and soon she forced the whole head into her mouth. Her lips were stretched taut around the head. She remembered what she was supposed to do and began licking the head with her trapped tongue and sucking the head with increasing pressure. Gavin started to caress her head as Catherine continued to blow him. He was feeling really excited and said, "Fuck baby, you're incredible. It's not going to take much for you to get the hang of giving good head. I am almost ready to cum. Do you want to try and swallow this first time?" Catherine moved her head back and looked apprehensively up into Gavin's eyes. She whispered, "I don't know, Gavin. I'm a little scared." "You can try it and always back off if you can't handle it. Spit it out in your hand if you must. Okay?" Gavin replied as he pushed his cock into Catherine's open mouth. Catherine responded and sucked the head while stroking his shaft at the same time. Just looking at her lovely lips sucking his throbbing cock made his heart pound in his chest and brought more blood flooding into his raging cock. Catherine couldn't believe the size of Gavin wonderful cock. As she continued to blow it she began wondering if something so big would fit inside her and if it did, how it would feel. She had never thought she could be aroused by sucking a boy's cock but now it was happening to her. "Oh, baby, you're wonderful. So fucking sexy," Gavin moaned, watching the hot sexy cheerleader sucking his hard cock. It was if she was making love to it with her warm and willing mouth. Up and down she carefully moved while she sucked it ever so gently. For the next couple of minutes Gavin fought the urge to cum in her mouth doing his utmost to prolong the sensations Catherine was giving him. But after a while he had to capitulate. A flick of Catherine's tongue at the opening of his glans was all it took to send the muscles around his balls into convulsions. Gavin grabbed hold of the blanket as his hips lurched and his cock erupted in a violent explosion, expelling his white milky cum up and out with the force of a cannon. The first shot into her throat caught Catherine by surprise. She started to retch and moved her mouth away from Gavin's massive pole as the second barrage came barrelling out from his meat-cannon. This time it hit the cheerleader on the cheek, the large volley splattering up and covering her right eye. Catherine tried to get her face away from the line of fire but the next two volleys also hit her face. Gavin's remaining explosions simply hit the bottom of her jaw, the warm white liquid splattering on her neck to run in rivulets down her breasts. Catherine was shocked at the volume of Gavin's cum. She had never imagined anything like this. She felt as if she was covered in Gavin's cum. "Sorry, baby. You made me so hot," Gavin groaned as he quickly found some wet towels and cleaned his cum off Catherine's face and breasts. Before Catherine could say anything, he grabbed a handful of her hair and gently but firmly pulled her lips towards his. "You're the best," Gavin said, just before he kissed her deeply, tasting his own cum in her mouth. Catherine was aroused and didn't object to being moved down onto the blanket, where the couple were once again kissing and caressing each other. Ten minutes later Gavin broke the kiss, turned away from Catherine and started to fill their glasses with champagne. Catherine stretched out on the blanket on the soft grass, looking up into the heavens and the many sparkling stars. She was definitely enjoying herself and Gavin's wonderful slow approach. All the time she felt secure and not pressured into anything. It was so different from other encounters, where her dates had made their inclination known in a crude way. Catherine still couldn't believe what she just had done. She had made Gavin cum with her mouth. She thought about his huge penis. Would he rip her body in two? How could something so big fit inside her virgin body? She was shocked by her own thinking. Was she really contemplating making love with Gavin? As she thought about it, it started to excite her even more. Maybe today would be the day. Gavin turned around with the glasses. They both took a huge gulp and then went back to kissing. Gavin pulled a blanket over their naked bodies. For some time the couple just kissed and touched each other's bodies. Gavin had become hard again and he took hold of one of Catherine's hands and moved it toward his cock. Then he looked into her eyes and whispered, "Look it's so happy being around you." Catherine found herself pumping his huge organ with her hand wrapped around it. She was stroking up and down the shaft and she could see in his eyes that he really liked it. Gavin sensed it was time and said, "I want to be buried inside you Catherine." "I don't know Gavin, you are so big. I've never done it before," Catherine stuttered. "I know, but it would be an honor for me to be your first and I'll be really careful. But we'll only do it if you're sure you want to do it," Gavin assured her. Once more Catherine felt secure in his company. Her body was aching after having him in her pussy and she was so wet from everything that had already happened. Besides she didn't want to let Gavin down, so she replied, "I'm sure. Let's make love." "Don't worry baby, we'll take it slow," Gavin said as he moved in between Catherine's slender legs. He congratulated himself at the success of his seduction. "Reach down and grab my shaft Catherine and put it in," Gavin whispered. Catherine looked down between her round breasts and grabbed Gavin's huge cock with her right hand, pulling it towards her until the head was touching her labia. She slowly rubbed it up and down and finally put it against her hole. She looked up into Gavin's eyes and moaned lovingly as Gavin moved his hips so that his cock started to part her cunt lips. Gavin slowly began moving his cock in and out of her pussy, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. He got about two inches deep when he felt the wall that would give her pain when he broke her hymen. He continued this in and out motion for a few minutes, always stopping at her hymen. Catherine could feel his cock inside her. It was an unbelievable feeling. She felt herself release more juices. Gavin looked into her eyes and asked her "Ready baby?" Catherine responded by wrapping her arms around his powerful neck and pulling him closer to her until his muscular chest was pressed against her full breasts. Gavin slid his cock in until the head was in contact with Catherine's hymen and he slowly but firmly pushed his cock deeper and deeper. He felt it break and was excited to have popped Catherine's cherry. Catherine bit her lip in pain. Tears started to flow down her temples and she squeezed his body hard. Gavin noticed this, but decided not to stop. He just continued to shove his dick all the way to the bottom of her cunt and then stopped moving. He just wanted Catherine to relax and for the pain to subside a little bit. He looked at her face and wiped the tears from her eyes. "How are you feeling? I got all the way to the bottom so just relax and let me know if you want me to stop. It will be a little bit painful but it will go away I promise." "It hurt but I think I can manage the pain," Catherine hissed. He kissed her fully on the lips then kissed her neck while he fondled her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. He proceeded to kiss downward and licked around her nipple, then without warning he sucked the nipple. Her moans gave him the signal to start to pull out and then push back into her pussy. Catherine felt more pain but she braved it and just bit her lower lip hoping that it would be gone soon. Gavin was slowly thrusting deep into Catherine's tight pussy. He was in heaven as she was locked around his swollen cock like nothing he had ever felt before. She was so tight and he loved how her body was trembling underneath him. He began to moan as her vagina began to constrict around his long, fat cock. Catherine's eyes widened with pain and the total pleasure of being filled with his massive cock. Her insides felt as if she had been ripped apart but it felt so good having her pussy filled at last. As if reading her emotions, the pain began to weaken and was replaced with a pleasure that she couldn't explain. "Oh Gavin, it feels so good." She yelled as she looked down between her breasts to see his huge pole pushing into her. "You feel so good, you're the best," Gavin groaned and continued moving his long cock in and out of Catherine's stretched pussy. She felt wonderful, narrow and tight and so deliciously hot. He could tell that her pussy was beginning to loosen up so he began to fuck her with the full length of his cock. Sometimes he would shove it hard all the way in, hold it there and then start a grinding motion against her cunt walls. Catherine started to respond to his motion, lifting her butt to meet him and moaning with pleasure. Gavin lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders as he started to fuck her deep and hard. He felt Catherine's pussy begin to contract and tighten around his shaft. Catherine was moaning as she watched his long cock hammering into her. "So gooood," Catherine's voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. She looked into Gavin's passionate eyes. He covered her with his body. Having him there, between her legs, the solid weight of his body against hers felt so right, so perfect. Unable to resist she lifted her head and kissed him. Soon their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Catherine became more daring as she felt her pulse pounding. She began to caress her hands up over Gavin's muscular back to his shoulders; her arms wrapped tighter as if her grip could somehow pull him deeper into her soul. "Am I hurting you?" Gavin asked. "Not much. I love the way you fill me. You're so impressive," Catherine moaned as her hands drifted down his sides to appreciate his most incredible rear end. Gavin liked it that Catherine had accepted his long hard pole willingly and he could feel her juices beginning to stream out of her. It was clear to Gavin that he had fulfilled his plan. The daughter of his enemy was beneath him, trembling as he fucked her. He made sure she was getting used to the fullness and the tightness of his cock buried deep inside her. Catherine started to do everything she could to help him move inside her. She was trying to keep herself from being split open by his huge organ as she spread her legs wide apart to help him push his huge cock more deeply into her with each stroke. Gavin slid his hands onto the young blond's shapely tanned legs, lifting them until they were high above him so that Catherine was under his complete control. As he continued to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her the cheerleader began to wail and her pussy clenched even more tightly around his shaft. Even as Gavin picked up the pace, each long, sensuous stroke was sending waves of scorching pleasure through Catherine. It was quite possibly the most exquisite sensation she'd ever felt in her young life and it was almost too intense. She moved beneath him, and he picked up instantly on her harder, faster tempo, changing his rhythm, giving her exactly what she wanted. It was savage, it was wild. It was more passionate than anything Catherine had ever known. Now Gavin's strokes were deliberate, long drawn out penetrations repeated again and again with a tantalizing rhythm. Each time he pulled back, Catherine's pussy made a sloshing sound and his shaft was now shiny, fully coated and dripping with her juices. Each time after he withdrew, he again forced her pussy lips aside and slowly buried his huge pole deeply into her. Catherine was crying out softly with each jab of Gavin's rod deep into her soft insides. She felt how he began to pick up the pace. She loved the way he would hover above her body, before he would thrust into her. Gavin knew he had seduced the virgin completely when he felt her long nails scratching his back in response to his powerful thrusts into her pussy. She hooked her slender legs around his waist to assist him even more. Gavin began to pound into her even faster as her actions spurred him on. Catherine began to scream as she was writhing and twisting under her lover's muscular body. Her heaving breasts were covered with sweat and were bouncing back and forth as he used his massive hard-on to nail her to the blanket. Gavin was now pounding into her and she was bucking back at him, while screaming and clawing his back with her nails, leaving huge scratches. Gavin rose off his elbows and pushed himself up and looked down at her round tits, bouncing around. Her pink nipples were swollen and pushed out invitingly from the small dark circles of flesh that surrounded them. He bent his large frame and took one into his mouth, biting it lightly, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Catherine moaned and arched her back upwards. Gavin bit harder, sinking his teeth into her skin. This pushed Catherine over the edge and with a scream of delight she arched high into the air, stiffened, and exploded into orgasm. She wrapped her arms around Gavin's shoulders and buried her face in his neck, kissing him uncontrollably. What had started out as looking for stars in the sky had turned into her seeing totally different stars. Catherine felt her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. Then it was over her, a raging storm of thunderous proportions, wave upon wave so intense that the pleasure was almost pain. "Argggg," she screamed out loud. Gavin felt the walls of her pulsating cunt grabbing and releasing his throbbing cock. He decided it was time for his own release, as Catherine was oblivious to the world around her. Her body spasmed and twisted as though an overwhelming current of pure, carnal pleasure ripped through every nerve in her body. Gavin looked down at this gorgeous cheerleader and felt a huge spasm in his balls. He could sense he would cum in a short span of time so he groaned, "I'm almost there. Are you protected?" It felt as though Gavin's question tore a hole in the bubble of bliss Catherine was feeling. She realized that Gavin wasn't using protection. He had not even attempted to put a condom on and she was not on any birth control. Catherine moaned, "You need to pull out, Gavin. I'm not on birth control and if you explode inside me, I could get pregnant." Hearing this Gavin really began jack-hammering into her with his long, hard shaft. His balls tightened, and each plunge of his cock into her clenching pussy brought him closer to his climax. As he reached it he pulled out of her grasping pussy. Gavin grabbed hold of his slippery shaft with his right hand and started to pump up and down violently. Emitting a huge roar he felt his cock expand even more and his balls tighten. Moments later he climaxed and his cock exploded. Incredibly huge globs of thick, hot cum blasted from the huge head, coating Catherine in his potent seed. Gavin kept on stroking his shaft as he continued to spray his semen onto the hot daughter of his enemy. Catherine was amazed by the display of wanton lust Gavin put on. Looking down between her luscious breasts she noticed how thick ropes of cum were running down between her breasts. Her tight stomach was also covered and so was her gaping cunt. Gavin fell down on top of Catherine using the last of his energy to prevent him from crushing her too much. He noticed her breathing was as ragged as his. The couple lay like that for several minutes, breathing in massive doses of oxygen to recover from their exertions. Catherine tried to take it all in. Before this date she had been a virgin and had never even been close to second base with a boy. Now Gavin had made her go all the way. He had filled her deliciously hard and fast, plunging into her again and again, and she had clung to him, her body straining to take more of him, all of him. She thought she would feel some remorse but that was not the case. Having the powerful jock there, between her legs, the solid weight of his body against hers felt so right, so perfect. After a while Gavin rolled off her and lay beside her. Catherine didn't move, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. Gavin looked at her and asked, "How was it baby? Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you." Catherine took a deep breath and turned her head and looked at him. She smiled and said, "It was fantastic Gavin. I don't know what to say. You're amazing." Gavin leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then he got some wet towels and started to clean her body. When he reached her pussy he noticed that his juices were mixed with her juices and even some blood from her hymen. He was very pleased with himself. Then he said, "Time to get back, baby." The couple got up and put on their clothes. They packed their things up and soon they were driving back to town. Catherine was smiling as she drove back to her house after dropping Gavin off. She was exhausted and sore but for the first time in her life she felt like a woman. \-- A sound awoke Catherine as the quiet light of dawn was drifting in through the window. She continued to lie in her bed for a few seconds before she realized the sound was her phone ringing. Twisting her head on the pillow she saw the phone on the bed-table. She sat up with a jerk, a hand going up to push her tumbled hair from her face. "Hello," Catherine answered her phone huskily. "Hi Catherine, it's Gavin. Did I wake you? If so please go back to sleep, I'll call later." "No, no...I'm awake," Catherine's eyes flicked open, realizing who was calling. "Okay." Gavin said and paused for a second before he continued, "I'm calling because I couldn't sleep. I think I made a mistake yesterday." "A mistake," Catherine stuttered think back to the extraordinaire evening. He had taken her virginity and made her feel loved. Catherine folded her arms around her knees and crushed them to her chest. She thought, "How could it be a mistake? Didn't he love me at all? Had he just been playing with her? How could he make love to me, then just throw me aside as if my feelings do not count?" She'd never felt so cheap, so used and discarded. "Yes a mistake," Gavin said and continued, "It should not have happened. I had planned to take you out on a romantic date but I couldn't control myself. I think I pressured you into something you did not want and I'm ashamed of myself." Catherine let out a huge sigh. She was euphoric about Gavin's utterance. She laughed and said, "Stop it Gavin. You don't have to blame yourself. I think it was a magical evening and I have no regrets at all." "Thank God. I was afraid I had hurt you," Gavin responded. "Well I'm a little sore today but I think that's the price of hot amazing lovemaking," Catherine said. Gavin laughed, "Yeah it was pretty amazing wasn't it. I care about you, Catherine. But I was afraid I had compromised your trust in me." "Not at all. You have just made me want you even more," Catherine said. In his room Gavin was content. He had taken an offensive approached so Catherine wouldn't back out of their relationship and it had been the right way to go. She was clearly into him so he decided to take the next step, "I want you too. If you were in my room right now I would be all over you." Catherine's body tingled and she became aroused, "I so wish I was in your room right now." "I think it's a good thing we're on the phone. It'll give you a day to recover from yesterday's lovemaking. But tomorrow at school we'll have to get together," Gavin said. Catherine was thrilled and responded, "Can't wait lover." The couple talked some more and then Gavin ended the call. He now knew that his enemy's daughter was really into him.

1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 02

**III -- Sea of Faces** "A little late, aren't we buddy," Ryan asked his son from underneath the hood of his vintage midnight-black Challenger, without looking up. He adjusted the position of the lamp and leaned over the engine, trying to shine the light in one of those hard-to-reach places. "No wheels, dad. Besides, I had more tutoring to do." Luke sounded tired. Ryan glanced over at him, still working on the car, "I don't mind the tutoring, and in fact I think it's great you're doing that. Knowing how to do something is great, but teaching it makes you even better. Just don't neglect your own grades." They both snickered simultaneously, knowing full well Luke wasn't about to get his first A-minus ever any time soon. "Still, I mean it. Don't get cocky." "I won't, dad. I'll catch up on my reading this weekend." "Hey, speaking of this weekend, are you still going to the gym with me?" Luke shook his head, "Um, no thanks. Like I always tell you, not interested. Too much homework I have to catch up on anyway. By the way, where's mom?" "She's in the study, but don't bother her. She's running numbers for Pacific Spa. Apparently she made a killing this last month. I keep telling her she needs to sell her business while she's ahead, but she loves that spa too much. If I can talk her into it though, she'll get the money, and with all of the free time she'd have, she could give all the massages to me. Score." Ryan smiled in a way that made Luke's stomach turn and said, "It's a win-win." "Ew. No. TMI, dad," Luke said dryly while turning to leave him and heading inside the house, trying his hardest to shake the disturbing image from his head. Ryan snickered, turning his full attention back to his beloved Challenger. "If only you knew the half of it, son," he whispered quietly to himself. \--- "You took long enough," Kaylee said, restarting her car. "Beauty takes time. You of all people should know that, hun," Audrey said, sliding in the passenger side. "By the way, how'd your night go with Loser Luke?" To her own surprise, Kaylee flinched, but it was subtle enough that Audrey didn't notice, "Um, it went fine, actually." She chose her words carefully, "He actually had a way of explaining things so I understood it." Without thinking, she added, "I'm meeting him again tonight" before she could stop herself. *Fuck,* she thought, realizing she had just set herself up for a million one-liners from Audrey the entire drive to school. She pulled out of Audrey's driveway hoping her friend either wouldn't notice or would let it slide, but the redhead was already cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West. "Oh, so he was that good last night, huh? What won him over for you, was it the size of his pocket protector or the size of his pocket rocket?" Kaylee turned beet red. She knew she should have just ignored her, but she couldn't help blurting out, "If you don't shut..." Audrey interrupted her, "What would Bradley think? So, who's bigger, your boyfriend, or Luke? I mean, Bradley's like two feet taller than Luke so one would just assume, but then again you know what they say about nerds." Now she was getting personal, dragging Bradley into this. She tried again, "Audrey, I swear, I'll kill..." "So how does it work? Luke knocks all of the books off the table and takes you right there, or do you use the library chair instead? At least you're at the library so he can research what to do. Does he grab the 'How to Have Sex for Dummies' book before getting it on with you or is he reading it *during* the act?" Kaylee slammed on the brakes without as much as looking in her rearview mirror, let alone looking at Audrey. "Wow, girl, I think smoke is coming out of your ears!" As if anticipating Kaylee's next threat, Audrey said, "Ok, I'll stop." Kaylee looked at the passenger door, and then looked at Audrey. Audrey was a smart enough girl to read between the lines. "I really don't feel like walking to school, so I'll behave. Girl scouts honor," she said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a smile. Still, Audrey didn't -- or couldn't -- stop snickering the entire way to school, but at least Kaylee didn't say a single word. \--- Kaylee met up with Luke a couple other times over the course of the following week, but as discreetly as she could possibly manage. It took time, but she gradually began to understand algebra in spite of her immense hatred of the subject. Luke even helped her with her chemistry homework and proof-read some of her papers for her English class. Occasionally she showed up late because her cheerleading practice ran over, but Luke didn't seem to mind. Or at least he didn't show it. That in itself was astounding; even Bradley harassed Kaylee whenever she was late -- which was often. He wouldn't hold back giving her an earful and didn't even make the slightest effort to try and pretend to hide his irritation. Every Tuesday and Thursday she had choir -- which ran even longer than cheerleading -- so she couldn't study those nights, which meant she had to stick to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. As midterms loomed over her head, sneaking closer and closer with the passing of each day, she was desperate enough that she told Luke she was willing to study on the weekends if she had to. She breathed easier when he told her it shouldn't be necessary. Kaylee was exhausted from her current session. Slamming her pencil down, Kaylee told him, "I can't take it! I need a break. Are you hungry?" "Yea, I could eat. Sometimes I get so busy with my work I forget to. Looks like you could use a break too," he said, looking at her cracked mechanical pencil. "What did you have in mind?" Kaylee thought about going out for a bite, but wasn't sure how that would work. She didn't feel comfortable driving Luke -- who was she kidding, she didn't feel comfortable even being *seen* driving Luke -- and he didn't have his own car. She went for the easy solution. "I'll order us a pizza." Luke pulled out his wallet. "No, I got this. It's the least I can do for you after all the hours you've put in for me." "I can't do that; you can repay me some other way some other time," Luke said, sliding a twenty across the table. "I mean it, Luke!" Kaylee pushed it back towards him, irritated. "Alright, fine," he said, taking his money back. "Not a big deal, you know. You're not very good at this whole relaxing and taking a break thing, are you?" Kaylee dialed up the closest pizza place over the phone. Covering the mouthpiece, she whispered, "What kind of pizza do you like?" Luke whispered back, "Anchovies." Kaylee scrunched her face, giving Luke a look of disgust. Luke snickered, "Just kidding. Nobody likes anchovies. Anything with meat is fine." She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, but couldn't help a little grin. After the pizza was delivered to the library (Kaylee had to sneak it in because she didn't think they'd let them eat in a library, and she wasn't about to ask only to be told the answer was 'no'), Luke grabbed two cans of Coke from the vending machine in the school hall. "So tell me about yourself," Luke asked her while taking another bite. Kaylee looked at him as if he was cross-eyed. *We're not dating; this is simply business,* she thought. Still, she responded, "Well, there's not much to tell. You know my entire school schedule by now." "Well, what do you do outside of school? What do you do for fun? Cheerleading and choir don't count." She shrugged, "I don't have time for much else beyond cheerleading and choir." Luke followed up, "Do you have any pets?" For a moment, a look of sadness briefly crossed her face, but it vanished as quickly as it surfaced. She said, "No. I've always wanted a yorkie, but my parents are so against any animals. Mother doesn't like the idea of shedding pets around the house." The more she talked, the more she slowly warmed up to the conversation with Luke. She continued, "I hang out with my boyfriend Bradley a lot, but lately it's been just on the weekends. At least until I get through the midterm; I've been too busy to do anything else. Once they're over, I'll be able to see him a lot more." Luke shook his head and chuckled. "What? What are you laughing at?" "Bradley," he asked, as if she was out of her mind. She set her slice down, ready to fight, "And, please tell me, sir, what is wrong with Bradley?" He couldn't help but chuckle again, "It's none of my business." "Too late. You made it my business." Luke shrugged indifferently, "I've seen the way he treats you, first of all. It's like you're an object to him. He doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated; like a princess. You put up a cold front sometimes..., well, a lot actually, but you're really a sweet, compassionate girl deep down. You're just not comfortable with people seeing that side of you which is why you often manifest your emotions into a frigid stone wall. He doesn't know any of that. If he did, he would try to tear down that wall just to get to you. Although it would most likely be for his own selfish reasons and gratifications." Her mouth was open, trying to find the right words to rip him a new one, but she had nothing. *Dammit Luke! That's not fair,* she thought. *How can I tear you apart when you talk like that?* "I do NOT throw up a cold front," was all she got out. "And second," Luke said, ignoring her comment, "he's just an oxygen thief." She was baffled. "A... a what?" "An oxygen thief. He doesn't try in school -- at all. He doesn't try to better himself in anything except football, and let's see how far that will get him after graduation. All he does is steal the air that the rest of us should be breathing." She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Hey! That's my boyfriend, you jerk! He might seem rough on the outside, but he's really a sweetheart." Luke shrugged indifferently, "He doesn't have to be an oxygen thief; he just chooses to be one. If you like him, maybe you can talk some sense into him. Man, this pizza really is good. Where's this place at?" Narrowing her eyebrows, she said, "It's down on Main Street, by the theatre. And don't change the subject, you. You couldn't take him if he was blindfolded and sitting in a canoe, so I'd watch what you say." Luke shook his head but had a grin on his face, "That was actually kind of funny. I didn't know you had a sense of humor." Kaylee started grinning, "Well, it's true. And don't think you're off the hook. I'm not done being mad at you." Luke looked into her eyes, "Right or wrong, I love how you defend him. I respect that. He might be an oxygen thief, but he's a lucky one." Once again, Kaylee was thrown off guard by Luke, "You say the strangest things, you know that, Luke Patton?" "I know. I have all my life, or so I've been told." "Ok, so what about you? Now that you're done insulting my boyfriend, tell me about your life so I can exchange the favor." Luke took a drink of his Coke. "Mine's simple, really. Outside of school, studying, reading, and computers, my main focus is my family." Kaylee pouted; she couldn't find an angle to get him back. Sure, there was the typical nerd stuff he did but he probably heard it all the time and knowing Luke, he probably didn't care. But when he mentioned family-- especially with all the issues she had with her own family -- it made it hard to find a chink in his armor. "We should get back to studying," Luke said. "Oh, no. You're not getting out of it that easily, after what you said about Bradley, *my boyfriend*," unknowingly emphasizing 'my boyfriend'. Luke either didn't notice or didn't care, "Ok, I'll give you the cliff notes version. My dad's a fireman and my mom runs her own massage and spa business. My sister Faith is a freshman here. It seems strange, really. I remember playing with her when she was just a baby and now she's in high school. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" "Nope, I'm an only child," she said with slight discontent. Luke gave a sympathetic smile, "In some ways, you're lucky." All that was left in the box were a few crumbs, a couple pieces of crust, and an untouched jalapeño. After Kaylee tucked the box under the library table, Luke glared at her, "Oh lighten up," she told him. Luke blinked, not saying a word. With an over-exaggerated roll of the eyes, she said, "Fine, I'll take it out when we're done, if you have such a problem with me leaving it here and letting those librarians earn their paycheck. Let's get the next hour over with." After another hour of studying, half of the lights in the library were turned off. Kaylee set her pencil down and slouched back in her chair, "I'm glad that's over with. One more day closer to the weekend." Both Luke and Kaylee loaded up their respective books and binders. Luke grabbed the empty pizza box on the way out. He folded it up and threw it in the trashcan outside the building. As they walked to the parking lot, Kaylee was quiet. It was obvious Luke sensed something was off with her, "Are you ok, Kaylee?" "Yea, I'm fine," she said quietly as they walked towards her car. "Hey Luke," she said. "Yea?" "Do you want me to give you a ride home?" She couldn't believe she was asking him, but she felt like it was the least she could do for him. It was late and getting dark, so no one would see her giving him a ride anyway. "No thanks, it's ok," he said. "Besides, as nice as your car is I'd probably cramp up having to duck down the entire time." Kaylee didn't think he would pass up a chance to ride home with her; she was stunned. She wasn't sure what he meant about having to duck down. "What do you mean?" Luke shifted awkwardly, shrugging, "I'm sure you don't want to be seen with me, so I'd have to fold myself over like a pretzel, and I'm really not that flexible. That's ok though, I'm cool with it. It's just the way we are. Goodnight, Kaylee. Drive home safe, ok?" She was floored. She was also embarrassed, and wasn't sure what she should say. He said it so calmly, but somehow he looked uncomfortable. She stuttered, "N-no, I... Lu..." Luke had already walked off and didn't hear her. She wasn't sure whether to be mad at him for refusing her, or mad at herself. She was frustrated. She yanked open the car door, jumped in, and slammed it shut. Kaylee watched him walk away as he became nothing more than a distant shadow. She felt like sulking as the dome light slowly faded out, leaving her in the dark car in the middle of the empty parking lot. "Hmmph," she grumbled to no one in particular, turning the ignition. Just then, her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Kaylee, hi." For a moment, she was elated at hearing his voice. She wasn't sure why, though; she was puzzled at her own reaction. "Hey Luke, everything ok? Did you change your mind about the ride?" She still couldn't believe the words that had left her mouth, but it was like she kept pushing the subject despite his refusal, based on principle alone. After all, he rejected her and she didn't like being told 'no'. "No, but thank you anyway. I just wanted to tell you to look inside your bag, so it doesn't get lost. See you in school tomorrow," Luke said as he hung up the phone. "Lu..." she tried to say in vain before he hung up. "Ugh! That boy! No one has ever just left me or hung up on me, and he just did both in less than a minute," she growled out loud to no one in particular. Perplexed, Kaylee tucked away her iPhone and opened up her purse. "Luke," she said with a frustrated tone. Inside her bag was a twenty dollar bill -- the same one he tried to give her earlier for the pizza. "Why don't you ever listen?" She sighed, unaware of the smile creeping up on her face. \--- "I can't believe you sat through three entire sessions with Loser Luke," Cindy said, carelessly stuffing her books in her locker. "Oh my gosh, Audrey! You told Cindy?" Kaylee couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure if she was more shocked, or more upset. "Don't worry, she's the only one I told. She won't tell anyone. And she does have a point; we're just trying to offer our... condolences," Audrey giggled. "That must have been rough," Cindy said with a cynical smile. "At least you didn't shoot yourself. I would have thought we'd hear about your suicide on Facebook." Kaylee bit her lip; if they only knew the truth. She'd studied with Luke at least ten times as often as she led them to believe. "I thought about it," she said, forcing out her words. "Yea, I mean, it was either that, or grab a gun and go on a rampage." Audrey laughed, "Nice try. We both know you've been enjoying your time with him. Did he make it to third base yet or is he stuck on second?" "Will you stop saying that," Kaylee scolded her, "It's been miserable. He's so pathetic. You don't know how difficult it's been, being around Loser Luke." A devious, intrigued facial expression popped up on Cindy. Wide-eyed, Audrey froze. Kaylee didn't seem to notice. She continued, "I just can't wait to get midterms over. Putting up with that nerd has been a nightmare. He's such a loser; he just doesn't get it. The world would be better off without him." "Hey, Kaylee," Luke said from behind her. The blood drained out of her face. Of all the voices in the crowed hall, his was the last one she expected. Audrey giggled initially, but it seemed to be out of sheer nervousness; Cindy's laugh was one of pure enjoyment. Kaylee wasn't laughing. She turned around slowly. Her jaw dropped; she couldn't believe he was standing right there. She prayed by some miracle that Luke didn't hear her stinging words, holding out a glimmer of hope. Kaylee desperately mouthed at Luke so her friends wouldn't see, "Luke, not now, please go away," but he didn't notice; he was looking for something in his backpack instead. She couldn't tell for sure since his head was down, but his eyes looked red. Luke continued digging and matter-of-factly said, "I think we accidentally swapped math books last night. I only noticed because mine has a bunch of notes written in it, and the one I opened last night didn't have any of my writing, so I can only assume it was yours. It makes the most logical sense if you think about it..." Luke kept rambling about the stupid math book, but never made eye contact with Kaylee. When he held her math book out she could tell by the dampness and the puffy rings around his eyes that he wasn't doing so well. Audrey gave Kaylee a look of surprise -- Kaylee didn't tell either of the girls that she was still studying with Luke, let alone the night before. Cindy flat out laughed but to Kaylee, it sounded something more like a cackle. Luke locked eyes with Kaylee. Despite his mundane words, his eyes were crying out in pain, as if to ask, "why, Kaylee?" even though he never acknowledge what she had said with words of his own. He heard her... he heard every cruel word she'd said about him. There was no mistaking it. And as Kaylee spit out her venomous words with her back to Luke, he simply sat there and took it for as long as he could. As if that wasn't bad enough, he just kept talking as if she never said those hurtful words, as if he could ignore every cruel word she spit out. "Luke," she said. "What you heard. I mean...I didn't..." Kaylee tried to address what she said, making her best attempts at damage control. She wanted to explain what she said to Luke, but her words backfired; they only served to bring to light the cruelty she hammered Luke with. He couldn't pretend that he didn't hear her painful words any longer. "Here, just take it," he choked out, shoving his math book towards Kaylee, his emotions rapidly slipping out of his control. Kaylee, with all of her focus on Luke, made a feeble attempt to grab it but the book slipped out of her hands and fell on the floor. Luke didn't even wait to get his own book back; he turned and quickly walked off. "Oh shit, Kaylee! You made him cry," Audrey said. She wasn't smiling any longer; in fact, she was genuinely upset and bothered. "That went well," Cindy said sarcastically. "Swapped math books last night, huh," she scoffed. "Whatever. Bet you swapped more than that." Cindy shook her head and walked off. "W-wait, no, it..." Kaylee stuttered, trying to explain to Cindy, but giving up shortly. "Kaylee," Audrey said quietly, "It's not Cindy you should be chasing after." Kaylee turned to Audrey, unable to hold herself together. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, "Oh Audrey, I fucked up. I can't believe I did that. I, I..." Kaylee sniffed. Audrey knew Kaylee was remorseful, but she wasn't expecting tears from her best friend. Concerned, she asked, "Honey, are you..." She didn't finish her words, but she didn't have to. Kaylee knew exactly what Audrey was going to say; "Are you sweet on Luke," or, "Are you falling for Luke?" Of course she wasn't! That was just ridiculous. But, she wasn't a beast. So why did she feel like one? She had called people worse things before, and even to their face. But this was different. It was tearing her up. She wasn't exactly sure how, but somehow this was much different. She felt like a monster. The guilt was overwhelming; never before had she wanted to go back in time and erase a mistake as much as she did at that moment. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings; she really didn't. Maybe it was because of the look on his face, seeing the way she devastated him. She could tell by that look in his eyes. It absolutely crushed her. What she said to him, knowing she couldn't take it back..., it was a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. "I... I'll be right back." Kaylee took off down the halls, wiping her face and ducking through the crowds, hoping she could find Luke before it was too late. By the time she rounded the same corner he turned down only moments earlier, Luke was gone. He had vanished into a sea of faces. Kaylee quickly ducked into the girl's restroom, getting out of the crowded locker hall as soon as she could. Once inside, she broke down and cried even harder.

Bedroom of a Salesman

"You know," David cleared his throat, "I believe we should consider using less...*aggressive* techniques." He felt all eyes glued on him—it's not possible for them to know, he thought in dread, they only stare at me wondering what the hell I'm talking about, not—and struggled to prevent his face from turning crimson. "Define less aggressive, Mr. Preston," Mrs. Jackson said, her narrow green eyes seemingly penetrating David's very soul. "Phone sells don't work anymore," David, timidly, continued, incapable of preventing his lower lip from trembling. "People either just don't answer, or, if they do, they hang up as soon as they realize it's a salesman on the other line." "Success rates are still pretty good, though," Mrs. Jackson rebuked matter-of-factly. "Isn't that right, Mr. Benson?" "Yes," Mr. Benson—a small, bald man with brown eyes vastly enlarged behind his monstrous goggles—nodded frantically. "In our department, we have a success rate of *almost* 3%; exceeding our initial projections by a decent margin." "Be that as it may," David said, in response to Mrs. Jackson's scornful glare, "I still think we could use different techniques that will not only *reach* more people, *but*, will have significant positive effects on our results, too." "And what *are* those mysterious magical techniques, Mr. Preston?" Mrs. Jackson asked, deliberately exaggerating her disinterest. "If I may interrupt," Mr. Benson interjected, "Mr. Preston, we've used advertisement on every medium imaginable; TV, Internet, magazines, newspapers...yet, phone-sales *remain* our major source of new clients. "Yes," he quickly added, as soon as David opened his mouth and raised his finger, "many people do perceive our tactics as *aggressive*, as you noted. However, our extensive training program has allowed our salesmen to be more persuasive, without being overly aggressive. "And even though a lot of people just listen to what we have to tell them and then hang up, some of them do eventually visit our website and *buy* one of our packs. So, even if the sale doesn't come directly from the phone call, the phone calls *do* raise awareness of our services." "That's good and all," David rubbed the bridge of his nose and crossed his legs, the silk thong squashing his genitals, "but, there are also *a lot* of complaints about our company online. "Which becomes an even *more* pressing matter to address, if more people are looking the company up online following a phone call from our center. To be honest—" he continued, desperate to reach in his pants and fix the goddamn thong squeezing itself tighter between his buttocks "—*I* wouldn't trust our company had I only read some of the online reviews." "The reviews," Mrs. Jackson said, "are indeed bad and we're perfectly aware of it, Mr. Preston, *however*, they only refer to how annoyed some people are from receiving phone calls from us. I haven't seen any bad reviews regarding the quality of our services." "True," David nodded. "But, I'd still not trust a company that appears so damn *desperate* to attract new customers; yes, I know," he hastily added, "we're the new kid in the block and we're competing with giants of Internet providers that have been around for ages, *but*, we should focus more on promoting the quality of our services, instead of holding meetings for how to increase sales numbers." "We're working on *both* matters, equally," Mrs. Jackson rebutted—David cowered in his leather chair, when she bit the corner of her lips quite viciously. "I know," David coughed, "but, I..." "Mr. Preston," Mrs. Jackson barked, "you're the head of customer support. You're responsible for handling negative reviews, complaints, all that." "Precisely," David snapped his fingers. "And I've received a lot of emails from people asking that we stop calling them with new offers—both existing customers and non-customers. "And," he pointed a stiff finger at Mr. Benson, who was getting ready to rebuke, "I always make sure to file their numbers in the *not-to-call* list, as you call it. Yet, they always seem to get lost in the shuffle and end up in your *to-call* lists." "Mistakes do happen," Mr. Benson shrugged with an inconspicuous smirk. "Nevertheless, we *are* actively trying to ensure that we only call people, who've shown interest in our services, or, whom we've *never* called before. "Yes, mistakes do happen; but, perfecting the system is a long process. Eventually, we'll get it right and Mr. Preston will be able to stop worrying so much about a handful of scornful emails. "Besides, David," he grinned, "if you think you've got it bad reading a few expletives in an email, you should hear what our poor salesmen and women have to listen to on a daily basis." "Don't you think, then," David said, his voice going a pitch higher, "that it's time for a change? I mean, if most outgoing phone calls you make end up in a tirade of expletives toward our salesmen, then..." "It's just part of the game, David," Mr. Benson maintained his wide smirk. "I've been doing this job for a *long* time; I've worked for phone centers for banks, hedge funds, collecting agencies, various kinds of e-shops...I could probably write a book the length of *War and Peace* with creative ways to tell someone to go molest themselves. "However, our success rate is far better than anything I've ever encountered; for every hundred angry responses, we get three to four people signing a contract. That's the kind of success rate my former supervisors could only *dream* of!" "All right, gentlemen," Mrs. Jackson intervened. "I think that's enough with your bickering. Mr. Preston," she cleared her throat, "as long as phone calls produce good results, we won't be changing anything in our policy. "Maybe, you should start training *your* department to handle bad reviews in a more...efficient manner. Heartily apologize to those that complain, offer them some compensation, maybe a lucrative *get to know us* deal, or something. "And, for the love of god, stop coming crying to us over a few expletive-laden emails." "Right, of course..." David hung his head and remained silent for the rest of the meeting—besides, all he truly needed was to fix the damn thong and go home. \* \* \* \* He stood in the bus, crammed like a sardine in a can, and all he could think of was whether anyone could notice he was wearing Peggy's silk, pink thong underneath his faux-Armani suit he had bought at a bargain store, when he was hired by the fastest rising Internet provider in the country. While the job had *nothing* to do with what he had studied—possessing a MA in Epistemology is only good, when you've got the brains and skills to back a Ph.D. up—the salary was more than good enough and, most importantly, covered all of Peggy's *extra* expenses. Off the bus he got and procured the grocery list from the inner pocket of his jacket; and all he could think of—whilst picking fresh tomatoes and garlic—was whether anyone could discern the thong, as he bent over the counter. It was, certainly, part of the charm, part of what made the whole ordeal exciting; not knowing whether anyone knows, not knowing what they'd think if they saw. He walked out of the store carrying two heavy bags and momentarily stopped to glance at himself in the large window; with his short, blond hair, his ten-day stubble, and his quite fit and lean physique, he *knew* no one could imagine he was wearing a pink thong underneath his suit. After a short walk, he reached home—a small, suburban, one-story house with a lovely, green yard. Finally relaxed, he walked in the relative darkness and coolness of the house—he put the groceries away, while keeping track of the kitchen door with the corner of his eye. His body tensed, when he heard the distinctive clicking sound of her high heels on the wooden floor of the hallway; almost instantly, his heart leaped up in his throat. "Hey babe," she spanked his ass, hard. "How was work?" "It was...okay," he turned around, his head hanging low. "Oh," she grinned and lifted his chin up with her finger. "Did they scold you again?" She briefly kissed him on the lips, then slapped his ass once again. "Why are you still wearing your suit?" "I'm sorry, I was just...putting the...I'll..." He mumbled, his face flushed, and he hastily undressed down to nothing but the thong. "That's better," she giggled. "How did it feel walking around with my expensive underwear, by the way?" "It was..." He stopped—it felt impossible to find the proper word. "Yes?" She impatiently tapped the pointy edge of her knee-high leather boot on the marble floor. "Quite...exhilarating," he finally said. "And...rather humiliating, too..." "Good," she caressed his cheek gently. "Did anyone...*notice*?" "No, I don't think so...though, I *kept* feeling queer glances on me, but..." "Just your idea," she shrugged and planted a longer-lasting kiss on his lips. Her expression suddenly changed—*transformed*—and her hand went around his neck, as she pushed him hard against the counter, while sporting the widest smirk. "You do seem a bit tense, baby," she smiled slyly. "You could probably use some...*relief,* huh?" He winced, when she grabbed his balls with her other hand and squeezed *hard*. His whole body trembled and his knees grew suddenly weak. "I can't hear you," she chuckled coldly, pressing her ear to his lips. "Yes, I..." "Yes, *what*?" She demanded, tightening her grip around both his neck and balls—she was deceptively strong, considering her rather petite frame. "Yes, Mistress," he mumbled, choking. He heaved, when she released him; he marveled over her in her leather corset and tight mini skirt barely reaching under her bottom, as she just stood there, arms crossed around her chest—her breasts beautifully magnified by the tightness of the corset—with a wide grin. In all fairness, what he needed the most right now was to pop a cold beer open and relax on the couch; yet, his heart trembled and without thinking he dropped to his knees—the thong buried even deeper between his buttocks—and began kissing her exposed thighs. "You're beginning way too high, babe," she giggled and pushed his head down to the floor. Obediently, he tasted the leather of her boots. "Good boy," she clapped her hands once, when he lifted his ass up in the air. "You remembered." "Of course, Mistress," he timidly raised his eyes, seeking for her glance. "Look down," she instructed him harshly—immediately, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and went back on working on the boots, taking the pointy edge in his mouth. Peggy's satisfied laughter was the best music he ever had heard; the *only* music he really needed to listen to. "All right," she cleared her throat and swiftly walked behind him, pressing the heel of her boot on his asscheek. "Time to move the party downstairs. We don't want to dirty the kitchen up, right? You worked so hard this past weekend cleaning the place up, after all." Another swift kick on his ass was enough to get him to crawl through the house and down the wooden stairs leading to the basement. Listening to Peggy laughing heartily behind him, as he wiggled his ass the way she had instructed him, was enough to get him rock hard and cause the thong to tent. "Well, babe," she rubbed her forehead, when they reached down to the basement equipped with plenty of bondage equipment, "what have I told you about controlling yourself?" He squirmed, when she rubbed her boot against his erect penis. Perfectly still, on his knees and with his hands crossed behind his back, he bit down his lips hard, tasting copper; he writhed, when she crushed his balls with her foot. "Oh, you're about to cum, ain't you?" She giggled, when his lower body tensed visibly. "Well, we *can't* have that, can we now?" Her voice turned cruel in an instant; he let out a thunderous cry, when she kicked his balls similar to a footballer hitting a penalty shot. "Damn it," he whimpered and hunched forth, managing to keep his hands crossed behind his back. "I'm sorry, babe—" she squatted next to him—deliberately hiking her skirt up, allowing him a clear view of her clean-shaven pussy—and patted him on the top of his head, while he heaved with long-drawn whistles, "—but, while I *do* love your nice, hard cock, I can't have you getting erections on your own. "So, you've got to learn to control your body; even if it means sustaining some pain in the process. Don't you agree?" He nodded frantically, while still biting his lips hard, staring straight into Peggy's mesmerizing eyes. "Good boy." She kissed him on the forehead, then, without a forewarning, wrapped her hand around his dick and twisted it menacingly; she laughed cruelly, when he screamed and writhed. With her firm grip still around his prick, she pushed him down on his back on the cold floor. Helpless, he just stared into her eyes pleadingly, the pain growing too much to bear; yet, Peggy responded to his puppy eyes with another brutal twist of his cock and a smirk. He let out a heavy groan of relief, when she finally released him; yet again, exactly at the moment the pain was about to surpass the comfortable level of being pleasurable. The all too familiar, and intoxicating, scent attacked his nostrils, when she sat on his face, grinding her already wet pussy all over his face. Eagerly, he stuck his tongue out; his taste buds were filled with salt, as he synchronized the movements of his tongue with Peggy's grinding, hungrily swallowing down the juices dripping down on his face. A tingling sensation overwhelmed him, when she arched back and reached, once more, for his balls—this time gently and tenderly massaging them, while he put even more passion into licking her, flapping his tongue fast inside her, savoring the taste flooding his mouth. "All right, on your knees!" She instructed him, abruptly getting back up on her feet. "Yes, of course...what did I do wrong?" He asked, staring up at her worrisomely. "Oh, nothing, babe," she ran her fingers through his hair. "It's just...you got me all too horny, that's all." With a wide satisfactory grin, and a wonderful wave of warmth traversing his body, he crawled to the wooden bed in the corner. Without the need to be instructed, he lay down on his back and instinctively winced, when Peggy locked the shackles around his wrists and ankles. "You love that, don't you?" She ran her finger slowly across his hairless chest and well-shaped abs, giggling whenever he quivered. "You know the best part?" She winked at him, when he raised an eyebrow. "I could do *anything* to you and you wouldn't be able to react." "I know, that's..." "Oh, baby," she interrupted him with a mystical laughter that numbed his spine. "I'm not talking about spanking you, or, fucking you. I'm talking...about *really* nasty stuff; and you'd still *take* it, wouldn't you?" She climbed on top of him and yanked the thong down; his erect prick jumped up in attention, slapping her pussy once. She planted wet kisses all over his face and neck, grinning whenever he moaned heavily. "I mean," she whispered in his ear, while jerking him off slowly, "I could cut your balls off and you *still* wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It's fun, isn't it? Lying down here willingly, knowing you're *utterly* helpless?" "I..." He paused; while the element of danger was always present, whenever she tied him up, it had never crossed his mind that she'd...his jaw dropped, when she squeezed his dong painfully. "Well, aren't you gonna say anything, baby?" She whispered harshly. "I'm...I don't..." He found himself desperately at loss for words and all he wanted was to stop his heart from pounding so insanely fast in his chest. "Got you all horrified, didn't I?" She chuckled—then kissed him on the lips, thrusting her tongue in his mouth for the first time in quite some time. Hungrily, he sucked her tongue hungrily—his spine grew numb and his cock throbbed. He raised his head as high as the restraints would allow, when she pulled back and broke the kiss. "Don't get too excited, baby," she shook her head, smiling widely. "We don't want this to last only a few minutes, do we now?" From the small table next to the bed she picked the testicle cuffs; at the sight, David just leaned back and sighed. "Oh, you thought I was gonna let you cum, didn't you?" She guffawed and locked the cuffs around his scrotum. "Yup—" she nodded, tickling his swollen balls "—that's much better. *If* you make me climax an acceptable amount of times, I *might* allow you to have an orgasm, too. "How long has it been?" It was a rhetorical question, as she shoved three fingers in his mouth and slowly sat on his pulsating prick, her tight pussy hugging it perfectly. He closed his eyes, taking the sensation of her wetness and tightness against his skin, as she rode him slowly, dictating the rhythm like always. It was magnificent, as always, even though the ring took away a good part of the physical joy. However, the mental joy that washed all worries and thoughts away from his mind was more than enough to compensate for it. The rhythm got faster, the wet noises of her cunt slapping against his swollen balls and her intensifying grunts the only sounds breaking the silence of the basement. He struggled with the shackles, when she lowered her corset and exposed her perfectly round breasts; he wanted to fondle them, play with them, he wanted to...he simply stared at them bouncing under her crazily fast riding rhythm. She kept riding him like a broncobuster for a long time; on intervals she'd stop, keep him buried in her and grind against his body, letting out heavier, deeper moans, while her pussy embraced his prick even tighter. His body shook violently, when she slurped her juices off his drenched dick; with a wide, satisfactory smile she patted his balls that had turned a deeper shade of blue. "That was *real* good, baby," she kissed him—he thrust his tongue down her throat, hardly noticing the taste of his own cock on her lips. "Mistress," he panted, "may I..." "Nope, not today," she shook her head, with a deadpan smirk. "But, Mistress, I..." "Your balls aren't that blue yet, baby," she shrugged. "I'm beginning to think you're secretly jerking off in the shower." "No, I'd never..." "It's all right." She planted a kiss on his forehead. "Eventually, I'll let you have your moment. But, for now, I think those cuffs are staying." He sat up and rubbed his sore wrists; his balls had swollen and were hanging lower than normally, while his erection was still going strong. "I'm gonna take a shower, babe," she kissed him briefly on the cheek. "You just relax." Still seated on the edge of the wooden bed, he watched her climb the stairs, her firm, heart-shaped ass wobbling. A bright smile appeared on his face, despite the slight discomfort his long-lasting erection caused him. With a faint limp, he climbed up to the ground floor; he opened the fridge, gulped down some cold water, then...his glance fell on two cans of Guinness. He reached for them; stopped himself at the last moment. With his heart palpitating, he took, instead, a bottle of mineral water and went to the living room. "What are you watching?" Peggy asked, when she entered the room wrapped in a towel, her skin still damp, while drying her long, brown hair with another towel. "Nothing but reruns," he shrugged. "We should really consider upgrading to..." "Save it for work, baby," she giggled kindheartedly. "Your arguments won't work on me." "I know," he grinned. "By the way—" she flipped her head and crossed her legs high, sitting next to him "—I was thinking of opening that Chardonnay bottle John and Bella brought last month. "What do you think?" "I don't see why not," he offered her the most reassuring smile he could muster. "You can enjoy a glass or two, without..." "*We* can enjoy a glass, together. *That*'s what I meant." "I...I'm not sure if I..." "Don't worry, baby," she leaned on to him and sucked on his neck—he tensed up, when she grabbed his still erect prick. "Well, the cuffs are doing wonders, huh? Still hard, despite watching reruns of silly comedies." "Yeah," he groaned. "Do you think..." "Oh, no," she shook her head, her wide, bright smile revealing her perfectly white teeth. "Especially if we're to have some wine, baby. I *need* something with which to control you." "Right," he lowered his head. "Does it hurt?" "Not that much, no..." "Good," she said sharply and leaped up from the couch. "Well, I'm gonna get dressed; why don't you start on dinner, huh?" "Sure thing, honey," he smiled. While he sliced up some tomatoes, an onion, and the garlic— which he then threw in a frying pan and stirred with some olive oil—he kept on stealing glimpses of the refrigerator, the image of the two Guinness all too vivid and inviting in his head. "How's it going?" She asked chirpily, as she sauntered into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a short negligee. "Five more minutes," he said, still eyeing the fridge. He threw the pasta in the boiling water and added a healthy splash of salt. "By the way," she said, after she had opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, "I got a call from my agent this morning." "No kidding." He cleared his throat, wishing to clear the rust off his voice, while his heart immediately sank down to his stomach. "Yeah. Apparently, two publishers responded positively to my manuscript and made him an offer." "That's...good." He forced himself to smile. "Soon enough, I'll be the breadwinner of the house," she winked. "The offers were *that* good, huh?" "Nothing too extravagant, but...it'll certainly improve our economy." "Great." He threw the pasta in the boiling tomato sauce, stirred, and took the pan off the stove. "Dinner time," he announced, serving the pasta in two plates. "Smells great," she said cheerfully. "Yeah." He picked his glass of wine up and for a moment, which to him seemed a goddamn century, just stared at it. "To your literary success," he toasted. They clinked glasses and both had a tiny sip; David took a second one, out of habit, but, then hurriedly put the glass down on the table and pushed it slightly away. "Are you okay, baby? I mean...I realize I shouldn't...you know, I..." "It's perfectly all right, honey," he said, picking on his pasta indifferently. "That's all behind me now, that...*now*, I've got other dreams." He drew a deep breath and offered her the best smile he could. "I'm happy with our life, with...how things turned out." "You know—" she reached over the table and took his hand into hers "—I'd never have written that book, if it wasn't for you. It's your success, as much as it's mine. *If* it ends up a success, of course." "Sure, yeah." He stared at his pasta, while stealing glares of the wine. "I guess, you may have a point." "Of course I do, baby, I..." She squeezed his hand tenderly. He lifted his gaze and met her kind eyes. "I *wouldn't* have done it, had it not been for you." "I...thanks. Shall we eat now?" "It tastes heavenly," she smiled and wiped her mouth on a napkin. "Aren't you hungry?" "Yeah, I..." He stuffed his mouth with a forkful and munched real slow. "It really hurt you, didn't it?" "Nope," he shook his head and washed the pasta down with a generous swig of wine. Immediately, a fire was lit under his skin; a magnificent sensation he'd *almost* forgotten. He drew a deep breath and forced himself to finish his plate, before allowing himself another sip. "Well—" Peggy removed the testicle cuffs "—I guess, it won't be needed any longer today, huh?" "I didn't mind," he said, yet unable to stop a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. "Sure you didn't," Peggy nodded with a faint curl of her lips—the sadness in her eyes made his heart sink down to his stomach. \* \* \* \* Late at night, David sat in the small room he called office; it was pitch dark but for the bright blue light of the computer screen showering his face. He dug up an old pack of Marlboro from the bottom drawer and lit one; the first cloud of blue smoke he blew out seemed magical, as if withholding the answers to all the hard questions of life. He cracked the sweating Guinness can open and had a long swig, which he accompanied with another drag from the stale, hay-tasting cigarette. Momentarily, he burst into violent coughs, but, when he settled down and his throat stopped burning, thanks to another generous sip, his mind felt liberated in a way he hadn't experienced in three years. Then, he crushed the cigarette in the metal box (formerly containing candy) which also was hidden in the bottom drawer, underneath piles of white papers, and placed his fingers on the keyboard: *it feels as if I'm going insane; sometimes. I mean, I* *am* *happy with my life, with Peggy, with...up until today, I hadn't thought of my life before her—except, perhaps, from a few dreams/memories (the lines can get pretty thin there). either way, though, I am (or should be) happy for Peggy, for the changes she's instilled in my life.* *I still recall how we met; that small, stinky dive bar wherein I spent most of my days and nights, drinking the world away one bottle at a time. being a pure bastard fueled by high octane rotgut whiskey and well tequila,* *there were different dreams back then; dreams that Peggy's realizing and I can't possibly live vicariously through her. I mean...that's what got me today, that's what...yeah, my work sucks donkey ass, but, at the very least, it pays the bills and it beats day labor and poverty.* *I mean, do I truly miss the days I washed onion sandwiches down with fortified wine? No...and yes. in some bizarre way, I actually Do. now, I'm sitting in this small office in a nice little house in the suburbs, with enough money not to worry about the bills, about bill collectors, about the next proper meal (or, even just the next candy bar, or onion sandwich)* *and, of course, I've got Peggy; she loves me, I love her. she offers me a completely different sexual satisfaction than what I knew before I met her. back then...just sitting down, choking down beer and smoking stale cigarettes, while writing reminds me of those days in tiny, dirty apartments, where I wrote meaningless stories and poems about my life in the gutter, while some stranger of the night slept her buzz off on my bed, and my unwashed for months sheets.* *but, it's different, too. I'm not drunk, I haven't drunk two fifths of rotgut bourbon, I haven't drained a whole case of cheap beer. I'm just trying to figure shit out, trying to understand where I want to be, what I want to do.* *just this morning, I'd have said "I want to do what I'm doing now. be with Peggy, letting her control various aspects of my life, allowing her to dominate and humiliate me in sex, being the dominant partner of this relationship, assuming control of everything, economics, sex, social life..."* *yeah, even when I was at the grocery shop this afternoon, picking tomatoes while wondering if anyone knew I was wearing a goddamn thong, I'd have said I wanted all this.* *but, now, that Peggy's about to live my literary dream, I...don't know. maybe, the hopeless living in the gutter was a better alternative. at least, back then, I knew I was hopeless, but, I also had the freedom to* *dream**.* *no, I'm talking damn crazy. I want the life I've got. sure, I wouldn't say no to trading my current job for something better, but...I guess, I was always weak, always wanted a strong woman to take over, to help me focus and keep me on a straight pathway.* *being clean and sober...sucks. I have to be honest to myself. but, at the same time, Peggy helped me keep my focus, helped me with finding a job, and keep it. back in my college days, I'd show up drunk for most lectures. I defended my master's thesis after a two-week bender and was probably half-baked during the defense. still, I passed.* *I wonder if all those meetings at work would go better (for me), if I showed up in that mean drunk spirit that characterized me for so damn long...I'd sure be able to tell my boss, and that stupid cocksucker Jack, to go fuck themselves with their aggressive policies and their sacred statistics and success rates...* *beer's over; one more in the fridge. then...what? there's a liquor store down the street, but, making a dash to it isn't exactly an option anymore—once, I didn't have money to justify late night runs to the liquor stores, now, I can afford it but can't justify it to Peggy.* *always something missing; always something...I've been going on and on for far too long. I'll close this thing down, go enjoy the second, and final, Guinness on the porch. let the fresh air hit me, maybe, it'll sweep off the clouds in my mind and let me go back to the simpler times of knowing what I wanted.* \* \* \* \* "Well, I'll be *damned*!" Jim, the tall, robust bartender, exclaimed, dropping his towel on the counter which he was wiping, as soon as David stepped into the dim-lit dive. "Hey, man." David gave him an exhausted smile and sat on the same barstool he used to sit on before he met Peggy. "Been a while, huh?" Jim grinned. "You're looking sharp! So, what can I get you?" "Just a Bud." "No whiskey today?" Jim raised his eyebrow, as he popped the cold, already sweating bottle. "No...not yet," David downed half the bottle. "Shit, I needed that." "Shit going tough?" "Yeah," David shrugged. "How're things around here?" "Like always; well, plenty of new faces." "I don't see any," David chuckled, as he theatrically glanced about at the empty dive, bar a lonely old man sitting on the corner booth. "They're night drinkers," Jim explained. "After you were gone, I've got almost no day drinkers to serve." "Always here, huh?" "Always, man. Someone's got to run this place and I don't trust these young kids coming here with their fancy mixologist degrees to be able to handle the regulars." "Yeah, I'd imagine Tom and Gary would eat a bartender calling himself a *mixologist* alive!" David laughed heartily. "You haven't heard?" Jim's face darkened. "They're both...shit, man, I hate being the bearer of bad news, but..." "You're kidding me," David's jaw dropped. "How'd they die?" "Tom got hit by a car; he was drunk, crossed the street at the worst possible moment." Jim rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Gary...cirrhosis. He always used to say he'd one day shit his liver out, remember? Guess he came as close to it as biologically possible." "Fuck," David mumbled and drained his beer. "Want another?" "I..." He checked his watch and swept his hair off his forehead. "No, man, I think I better...got a woman waiting for me at home, and I guess...shouldn't be late, you know? She'll get worried and all." He almost tripped, as he hastily jumped off the stool. "Nice seeing you again, man!" Jim said with a sad twitch of his lips. David waved at him from the doorway, while he glanced about the dive that for years had been his only true home for one last time. *One last time*; it was what he firmly said to himself, still tasting the cold beer in his mouth, feeling the alcohol working on his brain. A small, pleading voice rang in his head, begging him for another beer—*just one more*. In the corner, he saw three guys standing around—drug dealing. Watching a young man slumbering toward the tallest of the three, his head hanging low, then leaving away, with hastier steps, after a brief handshake, brought back way too many memories. He clenched his fists to stop the wild trembling and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket. He walked fast down to the main street, in search for a cab. All the while, he kept his head low, in fear of any of his former acquaintances recognizing him. No matter how determined he was to return to the life he had built with Peggy, he *knew* he was just one "hey there, man" away from abandoning the wagon for good. When the cab took him away from skid row and toward the *decent* suburbs, a piece of his heart withered away, forever. His former drinking buddies were dead; the barflies with whom he drank years away were forever gone. A fate that would have been his, too, had it not been for Penny entering that same dive, for reasons unknown, three years earlier. And so, both happy and sad for still being alive and not having followed his former friends to Hell, David paid the driver and sauntered through the front yard and into his *home*. "Hey, honey," Peggy rushed to him, as soon as he walked through the door, and fell in his arms. It took him a moment to wrap his arms around her, stunned by her plain appearance—just sweatpants and a tank top—as well as the warm welcome; he kissed her reluctantly on the neck. "Everything all right?" He asked, cupping her cheeks. "Yes, I...you?" Her lips trembled faintly. "Sure, I...guess." He lowered his gaze, suddenly overwhelmed by all the emotions and thoughts of the past few days. "You got me all worried last night," she sighed. "Stayed up late, I saw the two beer cans on your desk, the ashtray..." "Yeah, forgot to...sorry," he nodded. "It's the whole...you also came home late." "I...had to stay up a bit late at work, that's all." "Another meeting?" "Yeah." The corner of his lips twitched. "By the way," she cleared her throat to break the momentary deadly silence and lifted his chin with her finger, staring straight, and lovingly, into his eyes, "today something I had ordered for us finally arrived...though, I'm afraid it's...it was the worst possible day for it to arrive, isn't it?" Her crooked smile sent freezing shivers down his spine. "I..." He offered her the brightest smile he could muster up—after all, what he needed the most was a return to normalcy, to the new normalcy that had saved him from early death and/or insanity. "Show me." Warmth swarmed his heart and soothed his tormented brain, when he noticed the brightness that shone in Peggy's eyes. Eagerly—and hopelessly willing to succumb to whatever new sensations she had in store for him—he dropped on all fours and, with his tongue sticking out of his half-open mouth, followed her down to the basement. He undressed and climbed on the wooden bed; his heart beating fast, he observed Peggy searching in a quite big box, getting an erection just by staring at her bent over ass, looking magnificent even under the saggy sweatpants. "Not on your back, babe," she instructed him with a smile, briefly glancing at him. "That's it," she nodded approvingly, "stick that lovely ass up in the air." "Okay, Peg...*Mistress*," he was quick to correct himself with a deliberate cough. He rested his head on his hands, his knees already getting a bit sore from the hard wood. "Don't move, babe," she said sternly, when she walked to the other room of the basement, and out of his sight. "Yes, Mistress," he said, mechanically. His heartbeat increased exponentially, as countless thoughts raced through his mind—yet, they were all related to Peggy's new plan and his palpitation was caused solely by excitement. He gasped, when she returned, butt-naked but for her knee-high boots, and with the harness of a strap-on dildo tied around her waist. "Well," she winked, as she approached him with slow, steady steps, "what do you think, babe?" "It's..." He gulped, his gaze fixed on the quite big plastic cock. "Pretty damn big, Mistress; I mean..." "Oh," she giggled, "you think *this* one's big? Wait till you see the other two!" "What?" "This is just the warm-up, babe." She stood next to his face and stroked the fake dong, bringing it within an inch to his wide open mouth. "The biggest one dwarfs your forearm." Before he could respond, he felt the thick, silicone dong entering his mouth; he gagged almost immediately and his whole body jerked. "Well," she laughed heartily, while she slowly pushed the dildo down his throat, "now you know how it felt for me, when we first started dating." He sniffled and clenched his fists; his eyes bulged, when she put both hands on the back of his head and pushed. His throat expanded to accommodate the thick dong and gradually he was able to suppress his gag reflex; his heart banged hard against his chest and the faster she pounded his throat, the more liberated he felt. It was a sort of freedom he hadn't experienced even during his wildest (drunkest) days. His exhilaration increased by a hundredfold, when his asshole was violated by her index finger. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as she moved her finger in a "come on over" motion, tickling his prostrate. And while it wasn't the first time she had done that, the knowledge that this time her finger would be followed by a fake cock that was bigger than his made his prick throb. He squirmed, when she buried the dildo deep in his throat and leaned forth, slipping a second finger in his ass, while jerking his prick with the other hand. His moans and grunts were muffled by the dong stuffing his mouth, but, he squirmed—to Peggy's giggling delight—when he lost control and came hard all over the bed. Several streams of thick cum shot out of his pulsating cannon, as the tension building up for weeks was finally released; he heaved, when she pulled the dildo out of his throat and his whole body trembled. "You made a big mess, babe," Peggy scolded him, albeit with a wide grin. "You *know* what to do, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," he panted and, always on all fours, turned around and licked the spunk off the bed—his drooling mouth quickly filled with the strong, salty taste. With the corner of his eye, he caught Peggy climbing on the bed; he didn't stop licking his own cum, but, his buttocks instinctively clenched, when she slapped the dildo on his lower back. A hard spank on his asscheek made him squirm; he bit down his lips hard, both copper and salt assaulted his taste buds, and dug his fingertips on the wooden planks. The thick head of the dildo, still dripping with his saliva, stretched his asshole wide open—a loud scream escaped his mouth, when in one hard thrust Peggy buried the fake dong in his ass. The initial burning sensation did not let him thoroughly enjoy it from the get-go; however, Peggy's soothing whispers of nothingness in his ear, as well as her soft kisses on his cheek, as she leaned over him, not only soothed the pain, but, also made it a lot easier for him to accept his place in the relationship. Gradually, the pain subsided and was replaced by a wonderfully satisfactory sensation of being filled and excited. And as his moans grew deeper, she commenced pounding him, increasing her rhythm the deeper and oftener his groans grew. He bit his forearm to drown the screams that filled his throat, as the pounding his prostate sustained not only got him hard all over again, but, once more on the verge of climaxing. The plowing of his ass became even more intense and rough, as Peggy slammed him as hard and fast as she could—his legs went perfectly numb, when the strongest orgasm he ever experienced hit him like a runaway train. He whimpered and groaned, as thick streams of spunk shot out of his pulsating rod—to Peggy's delight, who spanked him. And it was that second orgasm that rendered his mind completely empty and felt as if all his problems and dark thoughts had been completely eviscerated. When Peggy finally pulled out, after an extremely long session, he was sore, gaped, and had lost count of his orgasms. "Consider this a reward for your patience and obedience," Peggy, panting, smiled and kissed him on the lips. "That was...*amazing*," he replied, with a tone of befuddlement. "And there's plenty more to come, baby." "Can't wait," he kissed her again. "How about some dinner first?" She winked. As he limped his way up the stairs, his ass on fire, he could not stop thinking how magnificent it had felt—and it wasn't just the penetration, but, the way everything had culminated to it, the way Peggy had broken the machismo he had built through years of drinking and fighting in skid row dives. The act of penetration was simply the last frontier; the final barrier that had to be broken, before he could wholeheartedly commit. His lips curled widely, when she hugged him from behind, both still naked, as he stirred the slices of chicken in the frying pan and added crème fresh. "Smells delicious, baby." She kissed him on the cheek, pinched his ass, and then opened the refrigerator. "Let's stick to water for tonight, huh?"

Franchise Ch. 02

As time went on, Phil spent more time with Lisa and Kaori, and they spent less time with their usual friends. Phil was immediately more popular, but still didn’t hang out with Lisa’s crowd, since he was already getting all he wanted from them–the love of their women. This development didn’t sit well with some of Phil’s friends. Namely Caitlin. They were sitting in her room when she brought it up. “Why are you hanging out with them?” “Because they’re nice enough people.” “Bullshit. You used to comment on their slutty, sleazy habits right along with me. Something is different. Don’t lie to me.” “I didn’t lie. Their personalities are much nicer than I would’ve guessed before meeting them. However, I don’t think you wanna know the entire story. It might make you mad.” “Go ahead.” Phil hesitated. “Phil, having you hide something like this is killing me. If I promise to hear you out and not leave angry, will that be enough?” He nodded. “Consider it a promise.” “I’m having sex with them and all of their friends in exchange for doing their history papers.” Caitlin gasped and covered her face with her hands. “I knew it. I knew you were fucking those whores. Nothing else could explain it.” Phil maintained eye contact. “Phil, is that why you’ve been coming here less? Because I don’t put out and they do?” He gave a shamefaced nod. Caitlin knelt in front of him, still in eye contact, and put her hands on his knees. “Well, Phil. You already know I’m not a virgin, and that I’ve cheated on guys before. One thing I didn’t count on was you Phil. You’re better for me than any boyfriend ever has been, and you never ask for anything. So here and now I’m gonna start rewarding your effort.” Caitlin’s hands slipped up his thighs, unzipping him as he raised his hips so she could slide his pants and underwear down. She undid the buttons on her blouse as she leaned forward, revealing her bra-encased 34B tits. Phil’s full erection met her lips and he gasped audibly. Caitlin concentrated on her goal, and started taking him deeper, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. With his recent experiences in Lisa’s mouth, Phil had learned to recognize high art, and this was it. Caitlin knew what she was doing with her mouth, salivating intensely, bobbing up and down while moving her tongue all around his cock, and, hottest of all, maintaining eye contact with him. She replaced her mouth with her hand for a moment to whisper, vaguely moaning, “Is this what they do to you, Phil? Do they suck you off? An RA or my roommate could walk in at any minute; what do you think they’d say if they caught you cumming all over my face? Mmmm... you’re almost ready. I want to taste you. Will you cum in my mouth, Phil?” He just moaned and thrust his hips forward in response, quickly earning a smile and a warm, wet, engulfing mouth around his now-quivering organ. As he released his orgasm, filling her mouth with his seed, his breath quickened and he tossed his head back uncontrollably, climaxing fervently into Caitlin’s still-sucking mouth. When he was done she sat back and made it obvious she was swallowing his load. “See Phil? Now I expect you to keep visiting me so we can have more exchanges like this. No more excuses. Orgasms are just as good from me, and they’re free here, too.” Phil nodded in post-coital ecstasy, and silently thanked Lisa for keeping him so busy that Caitlin would do anything to regain his attention. The very next day on his way back from class, another close friend, Liz, quietly walked up next to him and struck up a conversation. After a few momentary formalities, Liz broke the normal flow of the conversation. “Phil, I’ve got an unusual question to ask you.” Phil stopped walking and indicated that she should go ahead and ask. “Have you ever thought about me... sexually?” Phil took the opportunity to let his eyes skim over Liz’s excellent, well-maintained physique, particularly her runner’s legs and C-cup rack. “Well, mostly only when we’re talking, but on some other... occasions, too.” Liz laughed. “Okay, well, this might seem kind of strange, but Katie was telling me about sort of the latest news, and you came up. So since I guess you sort of know about the school’s sex underworld, I was hoping you could help us with something.” Phil nodded again and gestured for more details. “We, that is—-Katie, Sasha, and I—-we want to have a unique kind of party. The... sex kind. But we need someone there to sort of keep it from getting out of hand.” “That’s kind of vague. What do you want to happen and what don’t you want to happen?” Phil was extremely aroused by this conversation, obviously. Sasha was another total babe. Liz blushed. “Well, we want to talk over the details with you as a group. They oughta be inside my dorm hanging out right now; is this a good time?” He nodded and they proceeded quickly to the dorm and then to Liz’s and Katie’s room. They quickly got down to business. Katie explained the goals, because she was even less shy than the other two girls. “We want to get gangbanged. Blindfolded, so that we don’t know who’s doing it, and can just focus on the feelings. We’ll tell the guys who are supposed to show up, and they’ll get to the room at random times throughout the night to fuck us. We want you to referee.” Sasha took over, saying, “Basically, since we’ll be blindfolded, and all three of us decided we’d like it better if our hands were tied to the bedposts, we need someone to keep things from getting out of control. For instance, I don’t want guys ramming themselves down my throat.” Liz and Katie nodded. “And Liz and I don’t want guys doing us in the ass—I guess you already know Katie doesn’t mind that at all, but we think most guys are a little rough left to their own whims. So we’d want you to stop a guy from doing those things, and you’re strong enough for them to listen. Also, you’ll know who’s allowed to show up, so you can keep this from turning into a schoolwide gangbang if one of our guys lets slip the news.” Liz sat in his lap and laid her hand on his sternum, leaning her head over Phil's shoulder. “So Phil, what do you think? Could you do us this big a favor? We’d be very appreciative.” Phil, reaching under Liz’s shirt to grasp the supple, bra-concealed flesh of her breast, simply nodded. In one of the hottest moments of his life, Phil watched as each of the three girls stripped their tops over their heads, leaving their bras on, and then knelt in front of him, practically ripping his pants and underwear from his body. Liz and Katie started making out with each other from opposite sides of his cock, dousing the sides of his shaft in their saliva, while Sasha took position at the end and forced the fleshpipe into her mouth repeatedly. After a few minutes, Sasha went down far enough that she broke up the liplock of the other two, who promptly moved north. Katie pulled down Liz’s remaining clothes so that she could put her cunt over Phil’s waiting mouth, then joined Sasha at cock level. Soon, Liz’s moans were growing to a climactic peak on Phil's well-practiced tongue, and Phil’s groans were audible even through Liz’s bush. Katie and Sasha alternated who was sucking him, but as he approached his climax, Katie let Sasha take charge and instead pulled Phil’s hand to her breast. Liz burst into orgasm on his tongue, and a few moments later, Sasha started guzzling down his own juices. When the group had settled down a little, Katie said, “So you see, Phil, while we’re blindfolded, you’ll have three nubile love slaves for the night. We’d be excited for you to take advantage of us along with the other guests.” “In fact,” Sasha said, “we’d be delighted if you would invite a mystery guest, so we’re even less likely to know who’s on top.” “I can’t believe my ears and I still think I’m dreaming, but I’ll certainly be happy to help you ladies out.” The night of the event came up soon enough and Phil got there early, then watched the gorgeous girls strip off all their clothes, lay down, and put on blindfolds. Tying their hands to the headboards, he relished the total control that he now had over their bodies. Soon enough the first guy arrived, and Phil let him in and decided now was as good a time as any to get started for himself. The new guy went straight for Liz while he set his clothes aside, then crawled on top of her and plunged inside to the hilt. Deciding to go for the new experience, Phil went to Sasha and buried himself in her hairy bush with no warning, earning a shocked moan. As he pistoned harder and Sasha moved on her own to complement his thrusts, Phil watched her breasts wobble and her abs display how deep her breaths were. She vocalized her pleasure, "Ohhhh, that's it, deeper... don't say a word, boy, just keep getting the friction right theeeere!" Sasha exploded in orgasm, thrashing about on the bed beneath Phil's rampant body. Phil covered her cunt with his juices, his mission accomplished. While he had been busy with Sasha, another guy had arrived and gone to the unoccupied girl, Katie. Each of the girls had a sign over themselves, with Sasha's reading "no oral, no anal", Liz's reading "no anal" and Katie's reading "no soft cocks". Phil mused that she had gotten worse since he met her--now she didn't care about her reputation, she just wanted to fuck. Who was Phil to complain; the girls were all just months from high school graduation, all of consenting age, and all the labeling in the world wouldn't change Phil's attraction to their flesh. The guy who had come in, seeing the sign, did what most men would do and jumped up the beautiful girl's ass. The man who had been working over Liz had gotten up and headed to Sasha's bed, but Liz looked unsatisfied. Phil was about to bend over and finish her climax himself with his mouth, when his "mystery guest", Lisa, arrived. The hosts of the party hadn't strictly said to invite a man, so Phil had brought her in to liven things up. He directed her to strip, which she did without hesitating, and then he made it clear that he wanted her to eat out Liz's sperm-covered entryway. Liz's face lit up when she realized someone was going to finish the job that the other guy had prematurely abandoned, and she got more excited by the prospect of a thorough tongue cleaning rather than the quick lick she had expected. For hours, the men entered and left, girls moaning and quivering with pleasure. There was semen all over them, and for a little while, Phil had Lisa lick it off of them, until he told her to go and rejoined the rotation of thrusting men. Eventually when he was sinking in and out of Katie's cunt, she said her ass and throat hurt from the penetrations of the day, and Phil decided to close up shop. He dismounted, watched the two men who were there finish, and then kicked them out and locked the door. In the quiet room, he went over to Liz and whispered in her ear, "It's over, Liz. How do you feel?" She made a self-satisfied squirming motion accompanied by a cute grin. "Perfect! I'm a little sore, but that was the most satisfying sex I've ever had." Phil removed the blindfold and untied her wrists. She blinked, smiled tiredly, and reached around his neck to pull their lips together with a fervent kiss, somewhat more cumstained than Phil would have preferred, but it was enjoyable anyway; she was still a beautiful woman. "Thanks, Phil. We couldn't have done this without you." She giggled. "Well, at least not with our asses intact." Phil released the other two girls, with similar receptions. The three girls went into the suite's bathroom to shower together, but when Phil tried to join them, they pushed him to the bed and said he should wait there. He listened to them giggle in the shower, and felt sure that after this, he would never run short of female attention. He had told Lisa to come back around this time, so he let her in and she snuggled up against him. Their sex contract made casual cuddling a trivial thing, which Phil enjoyed a lot. Lisa laughed a little at Phil's bizarre circumstance. "Well, I may have started the sex business at this school, but it looks like you're making out pretty well for yourself, Phil. I guess every girl needs a trustworthy guardian angel who'll put it in her backdoor from time to time!" The naked, now wet, trio of Katie, Sasha, and Liz reemerged, and recognized Lisa but didn't express too much surprise at her presence. "Ladies, meet the mystery guest." They betrayed a little surprise. "So that's why I got licked so nicely," Sasha grinned and maneuvered herself into Lisa's lap, starting a very active kiss. Phil's erection started to respond to this image, when he noticed Liz and Katie slide toward him, each straddling one of his thighs, their own legs rubbing together in the middle. This time it was Liz who leaned into his ear to whisper. "Phil, everyone's a little tired right now, so we're not gonna suck you off just yet. Instead, we're gonna pin you here until we've all slept for a few hours, and then we aren't letting you go until we drain you completely." Once again, Phil thought to himself how much he loved his life.

Matthew Makepeace: Made to Measure

CHAPTER 1 Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished. When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect. Matthew was, as you must now have gathered, a brick- layer, but he was not your average workman. No; Matthew took great pride in his work, so much so that at the age of only 21, he was now the overseer of two older men, both bricklayers, who worked for fulltime for a local jobbing builder, Burgess and Sons. Burgess, who had been around since the start of the century, was a well established family business with a good reputation to uphold. And so it was that Mr. George Burgess, the grandson (or perhaps the great grandson) of the founder and present owner of the firm, had been delighted to find someone as capable and dedicated to his work as was Matthew. We meet Matthew for the first time one Friday evening about five o'clock just at the work-day is ending. It is mid-June and the weather is magnificent and Matthew, like so many outdoor workers in the building trade has been working all day stripped to the waist. Matthew enjoys working stripped as he is, in his spare time, a dedicated amateur bodybuilder and for a young man of twenty-one, has a magnificent physique of which he is justifiably proud. Matthew wears a gold stud in his left ear and has had his nipples, which sit on a magnificent chest of well defined pectoral muscles, pierced and each fitted with a small gold ring. All in all, Matthew is what one might call 'picture book perfect'. In word he is a magnificent looking young stud. Girls look at him and think he is a gorgeous hunk, which truly is, and wonder what it would be like to get closer to him, which is a euphemism for getting into his pants. Alas, they are wasting their time for Matthew is gay: from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes he has eyes only for other men. And it has to be said that men of similar inclination have eyes for him too, for he is a truly gorgeous young man whose undoubted charms any other gay would love to sample. But we need to look more closely into Matthew's other physical attractions, in particular those which attract the eye of other gay men. Matthew, stripped to the waist displays a torsobordering on perfection. And as he is somewhat particular about his dress, he even work clothes which he wears make the very best of his nether regions. And so, when he is on the site and bending down to lay a brick or pick up mortar on his trowel, any observer, and there are in fact lots of them, find their eye drawn to a beautifully rounded pair of buttocks, which have an incredible come hither look about them: they could not be more attractive to another gay were they to be emblazoned with the message "Come fuck me". But even more important than his butt, is what Matthew packs between his legs. Coyly referred to as a man's endowment, even by overtly gay men's physique magazines, the word actually refers to a guy's sexual equipment. Now as we all know, a man's penis and balls are, with his arse, the items of anatomy which are of the greatest interest to potential partners, male or female. But so very often men's magazines, when giving a guy's key features affix a number under the heading ,endowment. This number, 6,7, 8 or even in some cases 10 or 12, is the guy's cock length measured in inches But to leave this most important item of a guy's equipment at that, defined by a simple number, is a travesty. In fact, a man's endowment needs a much more thorough description than a bald statement of its length. After all, a guy could have a nine inch cock, but something that it would be more suitable for use as a pipe cleaner than for it intended purpose. I exaggerate a little as I am sure you appreciate, but you you get the point. And so, we have seen what a magnificent physique Matthew displays to all and sundry when, weather permitting, he strips off at work, but what about his "endowment"? well, the astute observer, and there are many, looking at Matthew's trousers would see that, cut as they are to make the most of what he has, clearly hide a very considerable package of sexual potency from the public eye. In short, his "endowment" really fills out his pants very well and leaves observers wondering what it all looks like in the flesh: a very tantalising prospect indeed. But as the reader has no means of satisfying his curiosity let me give some details of Matthew's sexual tools. Matthew is as well equipped between his legs as is his body with muscles. He has an eight inch cock (soft length of course) which has a diameter of some two inches. So, he is in the happy position of having a really well proportioned fuck-stick capable of satisfying the most demanding of partners. He is, like most young Englishmen of his generation, uncut and his foreskin covers, almost like a condom, what is a magnificently proportioned cock head, set off from the shaft by a good, well defined rim. His foreskin is really somewhat tight and leaves the very tip of his cock peeping through. But Matthew is exceptionally lucky in that he has a penis, that even when soft, does not just hang there between his legs like a child's semi-deflated sausage balloon, but leaves his pelvis more or less horizontally, before falling a in graceful curve onto his balls In a word, our Matthew has a very attractive looking cock. One slight imperfection, if it can be considered as such, is that his balls hang just a little too low. But when he is poised for action, which he often is, his erect cock is ramrod straight, culminating in that splendidly defined head and held proudly at 45 degrees to his well muscled stomach. In short, Matthew ready to fuck butt is a sight to behold and, more often than not, renders the beholder green with envy. When aroused and ready for action, Matthew sports a rock-hard erection some ten inches long, but depending on how aroused and horny he feels when action promises, it can become considerably longer. Matthew is very aware that he brings his exceptional "endowment" to any occasion and so, in order to render himself as attractive as possible when he is stripped totally naked, he patronises a gay barber who carefully shaves away all pubic hair and all hair from his backside. No wonder then, when seen for the first time in all its rock hard glory, Matthew's credentials lead to raised eyebrows and gasps of admiration. In a word, Matthew naked is an absolute stunner and he knows it. CHAPTER 2 But what else do we know about know about this stunning young stud? Well, Matthew Makepeace is an orphan. He was one of those unfortunate babies one occasionally reads about, who was dumped in a carrier bag on the doorstep of an orphanage. Yes, that's right: he was literally left, newly born on the doorstep. He was quickly fostered out to an elderly couple, the Makepeace's, who were professional foster parents. And it was they who gave the baby his name, Matthew Makepeace, and arranged with the social worker and the courts for it to be officially registered and a birth certificate issued. His exact date of birth remains unknown, so Matthew is possibly five or six weeks older than the date on the birth certificate. The Makepeaces, who had no children of their own, usually fostered four children simultaneously, but at the time they acquired Matthew, they were without any other children so that Matthew had their undivided attention. But fate intervened by the time Matthew was just over a year old, when both the Makepeaces were killed in a car accident. Matthew, who was still their only charge, was handed over to another foster family, never having known the people who had given him their name. And thus began Matthew's peripatetic existence, which continued until he came of age at eighteen. He was shunted from one family to another. It was never clear why he was not adopted or for that matter why he did not finish up in an orphanage. So his entire life between birth and eighteen had been with a series of no less than six different foster parents. When Matthew was thirteen, he was settled with another family which fleshed out its income by fostering children professionally. The Simpsons, for that was their name, were a totally unattractive couple and did the minimum to make their foster children feel at home. True, they provided Matthew with clothes, food, a bed and a roof over his head, but that was the sum total of the lot. It all sounds a bit Dickensian to say that this was happened at the beginning of the twenty-first century, but the fact of the matter was that that was the way it was! Age fifteen, Matthew left the local comprehensive school, the fourth different school he had attended due to his fostering shuffle and his foster parents pushed him immediately into a job with a local builder, Burgess and Sons, where, for the first time in his life Matthew felt comfortable. His small wage as an apprentice was, for the most part, taken from him by the Simpsons, for once he started working, the council maintenance payments diminished, even though as a minor he was still in their care until the age of eighteen. His foster father, a heavy set, bull of a man who bordered on being a perpetual drunk, caught Matthew jerking off in his bedroom as most lads do. Matthew was fifteen at the time. Mr. Simpson went and fetched a heavy leather belt which he used from time to time on the foster children and thrashed poor Matthew's arse to pulp. And that was the beginning of four years of hell for Matthew, as he was regularly upbraided and referred to as a pervert by his foster father, who liked nothing better than to use Matthew's arse for target practice. It was during these last few years with the Simpsons, that Matthew gradually realised that he was not the same as most of the boys at school, with their never ending talk of girls and what they would like to do to them if they ever got the chance. He realised that he was not interested at all in girls but found himself attracted to other boys and young men. It was a gradual dawning that he himself was homosexual although it was not until several years later, when he was eighteen and had been three years with Burgess and Sons, that he actually had his first physical experience with another man. Had Matthew had the benefit of a public school education, he would almost certainly not have remained an anal virgin until he was eighteen. But boys at local day schools had much less opportunity to express their sexual feelings for one of their own sex than did their public school homologues. George Burgess, the elderly owner of George Burgess and Sons, took a liking to his apprentice, Matthew. He and Matthew became good friends; as good friends as elderly employer and a young employee could ever be. And so it was that George became a sort of father confessor to young Matthew. Matthew told him that he thought that he was gay, which George just accepted as a fact: "So what," he commented, "I'm not employing you because of your sexual orientation but as an apprentice bricklayer and builder. So what you do in your own time is your affair" But, in fact, George had a real soft spot for his young employee, whom he sensed was somewhat lonely, possibly because of his undeclared sexuality. And so over a period of time he managed to tease out from the boy the details of his somewhat unsettled life and the unhappiness he had found with his present foster parents, the Simpsons. "You know, Mr Burgess, on June 1st next year, the day I turn eighteen, I'm out of their house and their lives forever. I never ever want to see either of them ever again." This was said with such vehemence that George Burgess realised just how Matthew felt about his foster parents and his life there. "Don't ask me where I shall go or how I shall live. But the day I turn eighteen and become of age, I'm off; I'm not sticking around there for another minute." Now George saw in Matthew an excellent employee: a young man who was quick and willing to learn. In Matthew he had already discerned someone who in the fullness of time could take over the running of his business, for he himself had only a daughter and no son to follow him. "Listen, son, look before you leap; don't act in anger only to repent at leisure. Look you cannot just walk out on your foster parents with nowhere to go. So, here's a proposition for you. In our yard here, there are still the old stables from the start of the business in 1900 and above them is what was originally the office. It's been unoccupied for half a century; there's running water and electricity there and a toilet, as far as I can remember." "Now if you want it, I'll let you have it for free: no rent. All you have to do is to fix it up so that you can live there, get yourself a few sticks of furniture and a bed and you'll be as snug as a bug in rug. And listen lad, if you use your head, there is an awful lot of good stuff thrown away into the skips when when we strip an old place to renovate it; so, keep your eyes peeled and you will find all sorts of items which you can use to set yourself up, free of charge." Well, you can imagine what Matthew did. He jumped in with both feet and spent all his spare time in fixing the place so that on that fatidic day, June 1st he could leave the Simpsons forever. As George Burgess had suggested he religiously surveyed the stuff being cleared out from various renovation jobs in which he was involved and in a short time, he had accumulated a shower unit, a hand basin, several kitchen units and various items of furniture, including a full length wall mirror, which allowed Matthew to indulge his slightly narcissistic side: he liked to look a himself naked and see how his body was developing. George watched in admiration as the young man installed all the items himself. No job was too difficult for him to contemplate. By the end of May, the place was more or less ready to occupy. June 1st dawned and Matthew came down from his room at the Simpsons with his bags already packed; he didn't really have much beyond his clothes so there was no problem with his leaving: no need to come back to collect stuff. "And where might you think you are going?" asked Mr. Simpson, "With your suitcases packed like that and without as much as by your leave." Matthew replied quite simply:"Where I am going is of no concern of yours. But you are right: I am going and I am leaving this house forever: in fact, right now! And as far as asking either of you for your permission, I am today eighteen years of age, and no longer need it. You no longer have any legal responsibility for me and I am free to do as I wish. And that is what I am doing. I am exercising my right and leaving." Mrs. Simpson said: "But you can't just up and out of here like that; it's not right after all we have done for you over the past few years." "All you two have done for me, for the entire time I have been living with you, is to make my life miserable. But that is now the past and I no longer am legally bound to stay with you. As of today I am eighteen years of age and you are no longer my legal guardians. So good bye; I'm on my way; you will not see me ever again." "You really are the most ungrateful young man, I cannot believe that you can just walk out like this and leave us high and dry." said Mrs. Simpson. "Just let him go." said Mr. Simpson. "Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. And anyway, now that he's of age, the maintenance payments from the council will stop. So let him go; we're losing nothing other than an ungrateful teenager." Matthew looked his foster father straight in the eye and said: "To be quite clear; you are not letting me go: I am going of my own accord to be free of you two. And as for your comment: "Good riddance to bad rubbish," Well you express my sentiments exactly." And with that final rejoinder, he left the Simpsons never to return. So that is how Matthew, aged eighteen became his own man. What his ex-foster parents would have said had they known where he was going to live and how comfortable he had made the rooms loaned to him by George Burgess, we shall never know. From that day on Matthew had no further contact with the Simpsons: that phase of his life had ended and his new independent life was just beginning. CHAPTER 3 Free as he now was of the appalling Simpsons, Matthew's life took a new turn. He was acutely aware of his lack of sexual experience of any kind, hetero or homo, he felt sure that he was gay, although he was still an anal virgin. He was equally aware that girls eyed him. What girl would not, for although only eighteen he was already a mouth-watering sexual proposition to any girl. He began to ask himself where his true orientation lay. Was he in fact, as he strongly suspected, gay, or was it just his fancy? Should he try to play the field and see what happened? His life at the Simpsons had been a rather lonely one; he had not got on terribly well with his foster brothers and was glad to be free of them as he found he had nothing in common with them. So the first thing he did was to join a local social club to get to know other young people and to enrol at a local gym. Matthew was very aware of his body and by the age of eighteen, he already had a well developed body and some impressive sexual equipment and he wanted to develop his burgeoning muscles. Anyone looking at the young man then, would have realised that as he filled out into full manhood in the next few years, Matthew Makepeace would be a formidable, sexy young stud. Matthew himself earnestly hoped that his cock would benefit from working out in the gym, for he, like many young men, dreamed of having a large sex organ. Somehow a large piece of man-meat equalled respect in Matthew's eyes; and for that matter in the eyes lots of other people of both sexes. You could be excused for thinking that Matthew might have had difficulty in relating to people in view of his family background and his lack of friends as a teenager, but this was not the case. Matthew was a pleasant and kind young man and had no problem at all in making a group of casual friends both at the social club and the gym. Like many young men of his age, his mind was constantly fixed upon sexual matters. Matthew like so many lonely young men, masturbated regularly, but his dearest wish was to have sex with someone to lose his virginity. Things first came to a head with a girl whom he had recently met and found very attractive at the social club. She clearly liked Matthew, but then what girl wouldn't for he was a gorgeous looking six foot tall hunk with blondish hair and bright blue eyes. Carol, for that was her name, came on very strongly to Matthew and when she learned that he had a place of his own, pushed to see it: not many young men of his age managed to have a place by themselves, In retrospect, Matthew knew he should have known from the start that he was on the wrong track: backing the wrong horse. He knew in his heart of hearts that he was not truly attracted to the opposite sex. But he felt nevertheless, that before he abandoned the idea of women entirely and the chance of a married life with children, he ought to give it a whirl: he really ought to have sex with a girl and see how he felt once the deed was done. So one Saturday evening after dancing close with Carol all evening he invited her back to his pad. One has to say that she did not need much inviting for it was clear that she wanted to be in bed, with a naked Matthew at her side, which is, of course what happened. Carol, who seemed quite experienced (he later learned that she was considered by all the straight guys at the club as "an easy lay.") took the lead and was all over Matthew, helping him out of his clothes. Carol had only one objective and that was Matthew's cock and he did not resist her advances. But once naked and in bed together, disaster struck. Matthew suddenly realised quite definitely that he did not want to kiss Carol intimately or touch her private parts as she obviously did his and he certainly did not want to fuck her, But Carol, however, intent on satisfaction, persevered; but try as she might, his magnificent cock simply refused to play ball: it remained limp. In those crude and cruel words, in this his first attempt at sexual intercourse he "couldn't get it up." He practically died from embarrassment. Carol was no help either, for she was not one of the gentle types. She knew exactly what she wanted that evening was to be fucked and when she did not get it was quite furious; she simply pulled on her clothes and left. He was relieved when she never again appeared the club and he never saw her again. "I must have been an absolute fool" Matthew said to himself. "I've known for years that I was attracted men and not women so why the fuck did I allow myself to begin such a silly adventure to see if I could do it with a girl. It was doomed from the start. But what it has shown me is that I am a homosexual man: I'm gay: a gay virgin and now I need to deal with that." Matthew was not exactly a happy mood next day at work and when he knocked off, instead of going back to his pad as he usually did, he went straight round to the social club to have a drink. So early in the evening the place was deserted, but the bar was open, so got a beer and settled down in a corner to drown his sorrows so to speak. Another good looking well set up young man came in, got himself a drink, looked around, saw Matthew seated alone, came across to him and said: "Hi, I'm Brian Hedley; we don't know one another but as you are alone, do you mind if I join you? This is supposed to be a social club after all?" Matthew motioned him to sit down, and introduced himself to Brian, who clearly wanted to talk: "Well Matthew, you look as though you have just lost a pound and found a penny; so come on tell all: what's bothering you: what's up?" Matthew was amazed at Brian's directness. Here was a man he had never met, a man whom he did not know, who was already asking probing questions. (It didn't need an expert to see to see how Matthew felt; his face said it all.) Matthew was somewhat nonplussed by the bluntness of the approach: "Oh Brian, it's really nothing; I'm just feeling a bit low tonight, that's all; I had bit of a setback last night which has left me a bit winded; but I'll be OK; it's really not important." "Listen my friend, there is clearly something bothering you. Why not tell me what's on your mind. You know Matthew, very often it's easier to unburden oneself to a complete stranger than to a close friend. So we don't know one another from Adam. So come on tell all; spill the beans; what the hell is biting you? What's on your mind? Pound to a penny: woman trouble I bet. Come on, tell all. What the hell's biting you? Just unburden yourself to me; it might help. And cross my heart and hope to die; talking to me is like talking in the confessional: it will go no further; that I promise you." Just listening to Brian's patter made Matthew feel a lot better. Brian had an easy way and had, in spite of his bluntness, already made Matthew feel at ease. Matthew wondered to himself: "Should I cry on Brian's shoulder or not? What do I gain by telling him of my catastrophic sex life; what sex life? I really don't have one. My only attempt with Carol last night ended in embarrassment. But what the hell; what if I do tell Brian about my failure and my uncertainty? What have I to lose? Can he help me? Can anyone help me right now? Oh fuck it, I may as well cry on his shoulder. It might help me just to tell someone what a failure I am; to put it all behind me." All this flashed through Matthew's mind whilst Brian was talking. "Listen Brian, all this is very embarrassing for me, but if you really want to know here is the story." And Matthew told his new found friend exactly what had happened last night. He went on to tell Brian how he thought that he was probably gay but had no sexual experience at all. "I know it sounds ridiculous, that I should have tried to have sex with a woman, knowing how I felt, but I just had to try as I here I am going on nineteen and still a virgin. I've never had sex with anyone, either man or woman. What the fuck do I do now?" Brian was a great talker but he was also a good listener. "Listen stud; just imagining what you have to offer under those clothes you have on, believe me, you'll have no trouble at all in getting all the sex you want." This he said with his eyes glued on Matthew's well filled crotch. "So what if you are gay? there's nothing wrong with that. It's just a question of getting started. Once you are over that first hump, it will all come totally naturally. You know, Matthew, the human male cannot, in general, live without sex. He needs either a woman or another man on a regular basis. Now let me ask you this; do you believe in fate? I think I do personally, for I think that fate as brought you and me together this evening." Matthew listened intently. "Me, I'm a regular male. I have a regular girl friend and we have it off together several times a week; she's as keen as I am; and for the record she's one hell of a lay, by the way. But, I have to tell you that lurking there at the back of mind is the nagging question: "What would it be like to fuck, and in turn to be fucked by, another guy?" I don't think I am alone in this as lots of guys who are family men have the same thought. And indeed, lots of guys who are happily married do fuck another guy on the side. So you see my problem? I would really like to have sex with another guy just to satisfy my curiosity. Believe me up to now, I've never actually done it; but the thought and the desire are there, all the time. So, like you I am an anal virgin, whereas you are a total virgin in that you have neither fucked nor been fucked. So I guess that you jerk off pretty often to relieve your tension. I know I would if I were you; in fact I still do, but I don't let my girl friend know that she has competition." "Anyway, to cut to the chase as one says; listen Matthew, why don't we two do each other a favour? I'll fuck you and then let you fuck me in return. We're both anal virgins and a little mutual, how shall I put it, fuckfest, might do us both some good. You would completely lose your virginity by fucking me and having your butt fucked by me. And I will have the experience of losing my own anal virginity to you, but at the same time having the pleasure of fucking your arse. That is something I dream about; what might it be like to stick my own cock up another guy's arse and give him a good, hard fuck? I can tell you Matthew, my cock is pretty experienced and although I have never ever fucked another guy, by the time I'd have done with you, you'll know for certain whether you are a full blooded true blue gay or not. I don't like to brag, but make no mistake, if I fuck your arse, you will know you have been fucked by a real pro. So Matthew, how does that grab you for an idea?" Matthew sat in silence listening to this fantastic proposition and thought: "I hardly know this guy at all and he is making me a most extraordinary offer: sort of "made to measure sex." What should I say to him? Should I tell him to get lost or that he's nuts. But then I don't think he is nuts; quite the contrary, he seems dead serious. He sees me as a means of satisfying his own curiosity about male-male sex. But at the same time he sees himself rendering me a service in allowing me to fuck him, So, if I agree to this proposition of his, I will lose my virginity totally: I will have fucked a guy's arse and, in turn, been fucked by him. Now Brian is clearly, at least from what he says, an experienced cocks-man. He clearly knows how to use his cock on his girlfriend, or so he claims, so I guess I have to believe that he knows how to fuck; and is there all that much difference between fucking a woman or fucking another man's butt?" "But, on the other hand he has never actually fucked another guy so it will be a first for him also. And like me, until I fuck him, if I can manage it, he is also an anal virgin. So it will also be a first time for him, but a sort of double first for me. But what if I say yes and then, when we get to the act, I cannot raise the flag, as was the case last night. Suppose I am just too nervous; what then? Another embarrassing occasion! But this guy is offering to take me on: sight unseen, no less, for my very first time: for a full service workout: to fuck and to be fucked. He's proposing a reciprocal arrangement, It's not that he is just going to fuck my butt and then bugger off and leave me to pick up the bits." "One day, I suppose or I should say, I hope, that I will find my feet and have a happy sex life like any other guy. If I don't accept Brian's proposition, then where am I? Well, I suppose I am exactly where I have always been. So ultimately, to get started, I really do have to find someone to have sex with. There has to be a "first time" for me with someone. And how do I find that someone? And if I ever do find him, will it be a two way exchange as Brian is proposing, or will I finish getting myself buggered and then being dumped? Anyway, with whomever I have my first experience it will be an act of faith. So what the fuck; Brian seems a nice guy so I think I'll go with him and see what happens. The worst can be an embarrassing moment for me if I cannot get my end up and give his arse a return round. But anyway, as he will surely have first go, I shall at least be sure of getting my own arse well and truly served; and my virginity will have gone forever." "So, Matthew, Come on; what do you think of my idea? Shall we go for it? It's got something for both of us. And listen, it's got to happen for you sometime, so why not with me. Whenever it happens, my friend, you will have to steel yourself to take an unknown cock-up your anus. It's as simple as that. So, Matthew, are you on or off? are we going to do it? yes or no?" "OK Brian, let's give it a whirl. But please don't blame me if it is a disaster." "Listen Matthew; just look on the bright side of things. You're a great looking young stud, believe me I'll try my very best to help you find your sexual feet," "So, Brian, when do you see all this happening?" "Listen mate, there is no time like the present; so Matthew unless you have some other pressing engagement, why don't we go for it right now? Look Matthew, I'm foot loose and fancy free this evening, so let's go for it. Listen if you want we can go over to my place. I live over the other side of town, but we can drive over in a few minutes. Or do you have a better idea?" "Brian, I don't have a car; I don't even drive as yet. But I live just a few minutes' walk away, so why don't we go there. You really know nothing about me. But I do live alone and we can do what we want in my flat. There will be no one breathing down our necks." "Lead on Mc Duff," said Brian with a laugh. CHAPTER 4 So the two young men drank up and set off to Matthew's flat above the old stables at George Burgess and Sons. As they walked along, Matthew was tense with uncertainty, emotion, anticipation, fear of the unknown: you name it: Matthew felt it. As they walked along they passed by Brian's car. He said: "Hold on a minute, sport, let me just get something out of the car. Safe sex is good sex and we need some condoms and I don't suppose you have any. Anyway, I always carry a stock with me in the car as well as some lubricant, which we also might needs. Forewarned is forearmed is my motto." Of course, Matthew had never even thought of the fact that they might need some supplies to ease their coupling so he was relieved that the highly experienced Brian was taking the lead. But he still felt very queasy in his stomach as they entered his place, at the thought of what he had agreed to do. But working on the principle that he who hesitates is lost, he screwed his courage together and he and Brian stood looking at each other in his living room. "So Brian, you are the master of ceremonies; what do we do now?" "Oh come on Matthew, don't be so naïve; let's get stripped and down to the business at hand." And with that Brian, without the slightest sign of any embarrassment, started to strip off his clothing. "Come on, Matthew, get stripped and let me have a look at you. You know mate, I've been dying to see you naked since the moment I first saw you in the the bar tonight. Even fully dressed, you have to believe me when I tell you that you look incredibly sexy. So come on, Matthew; reveal all and let me see what gems you are hiding down below." he concluded with a laugh. Matthew was not all ashamed of his body or of is sexual credentials, but he had never before stripped naked in front of another man, or woman, for that matter. The other night with Carol, they had finished up naked in bed together, but they had got there more discretely than stripping off and gazing at each other. And so, Matthew felt somewhat embarrassed by what he knew he had to do. But, in for a penny, in for a pound, off came his clothing and the two young men stood looking at each other for the first time. Matthew saw immediately that although Brian was a well set up young guy he, did not have the physique that he himself had, nor was he sexually as well endowed as he himself was. Matthew sighed inwardly with relief that is first experience of anal sex was not going to be an assault course with a monumental ram-rod of a cock. Overall though, he had to admit to himself that Brian was not an unattractive proposition and he was already beginning to feel a vague stirring in his nether regions. This in itself should have told him something about himself; it was the first signs of arousal at the sight of another man naked in front of him: an arousal that he had failed to register with Carol. Brian, meanwhile, was taking in what was on view before him and he saw a marvellously well developed figure of a young man of eighteen; beautiful symmetrical muscles, well tanned by the sun with superb sexual equipment. At the beginning of his young manhood, he was already sporting a seven inch, well proportioned cock. And as Brian was quick to note, this key male organ, as ever, was showing its own mind and as he watched Matthew, his cock rose steadily to a perfect erection. It was then that it suddenly hit Brian, like a ton of bricks; looking at Matthew as he now was he now felt completely different about him. When they had met just a short while ago in the club, Brian had truly wanted to satisfy his curiosity to see what it would be like to have sex with another man, and Matthew had seemed a good choice. But now, looking at him, Brian suddenly realised that he truly wanted to fuck this young guy, who was just so lusciously inviting; no longer just to satisfy his curiosity, but because he now was lusting after the young Adonis who was standing in front of him. It was at this moment that Brian suddenly started to question his own sexuality, for looking down at his own cock, he realised that it was telling him what it wanted to do: it was already rock hard and he noticed that he was already in the moist state of precum; his cock was telling him that it was time to fuck something and that something at present was Matthew's anus. Brian suddenly thought to himself: "Am I what I have always thought myself to be: a sexually very active, heterosexual male or do I have another side which lusts after other men?" He had never had any qualms about being able to give Matthew his first fuck; the thought that he might not be able to get it up with another man had never crossed his mind. But another thought now came to his mind: "If I were a true blue, heterosexual male, would my dick be hardening at the sight of another man naked? Would I now be raring to go, which I am? This is more than just satisfying my curiosity to see what sex would be like with another man. Looking now at Matthew, I want to fuck him and fuck him hard; I just find this guy so attractive; I can't wait to get my cock up is arse. If Matthew chickens out now, I'll have to restrain myself otherwise I shall surely rape the guy. My god, I really do have he hots for this young stud," Brain started to ask himself: "Could it be that I have homosexual tendencies? Could it be that I am bisexual, sort of AC/DC, ambidextrous, as I have heard it referred to about men who like having sex with both women and men?" Of course the deed had yet to be done with Matthew, but he knew full well that he was going to enjoy what he was about to do. He only hoped that Matthew would get the same pleasure out of his first fuck as he surrendered his anal virginity. He told himself that he would do his best by the young man, even though he had no previous experience of gay sex to know what doing one's best entailed. And then he realised that as the two of them had been looking at each other, Matthew too had become hard as a rock: his cock standing to attention at 45 degrees to his stomach. He thought to himself, "This young stud has nothing at all to fear. Just look at his cock; he wants me just as much as I want him: he's as gay as they come and by the time I'm done with him he'll be raring to do the same to me. At least I think he will and I am really looking forward to surrendering my own anal virginity to this guy. And what a beautiful cock he has, it makes me quite jealous just looking at it. As I told him it's an anal first for both of us. The only advantage that I have over him is that I know how to fuck a woman; otherwise we are equal; we are both going into unknown territory; so let's get to it." "Matthew just listen to me a second. We are both of us going to do something that neither of us has ever done before. Now, I believe in safe sex, which is why I stopped at the car and picked up the condoms. But look, I'm quite clean and you clearly are as you have never had sex with anyone; so I was wondering, as it's going to be your first time, if you would like to have sex bareback as it is called, without using a condom. In other words we shall fuck in flesh to flesh contact, which I thought might be nice as a first time for you as you would feel your partner directly not hidden behind a rubber sheath. So Matthew, what so you say?" In the brief few moments whilst the two studs had been eyeing each other, thoughts too had been flashing through Matthew's head. Although he desperately too wanted to lose his virginity, he suddenly felt very nervous about going through with what Brain had proposed. He had never before been naked with another man and although he found Brian attractive, there was still that residual reluctance at the thought of what Brian was going to do to him. He said: "Brian, you know I'm not sure that I want to go through with this. After all it's quite a big step for me and what if I can't keep my part of the bargain?" "Matthew, for crying out loud; just look at yourself. We haven't even touched each other and your cock is already looking like a smaller version of Nelson's Column. Matthew, your cock is telling you exactly what it wants you to do, Look Matthew, it's now or never for you. Just turn around, lean across that table there and let me lube up your hole and my own cock and let's get on with it. Listen Matthew, I'm now so aroused, psyched up, call it what you will, about what I'm going to do to you. Now that I have seen you in the flesh, Matthew, I absolutely want to fuck you and if you try to pull out now, god help me, I'll finish up raping you; that's just how strongly I feel about you; you are just so fucking attractive. So forget pulling out. Just relax and let it all happen. If you like think of it as you doing me a good turn." Matthew finally turned around and did as Brian had suggested, spreading is legs to give Brian access to his all important anus, which was nothing more than a tight pucker deep in his crease. Brian applied a little lubricant from the tube he had picked up from the car and then liberally lubed up his own rock-hard member. "Right Matthew, this is the moment of no return; here I go." And with that he held Matthew's buttocks quite firmly and proceeded to push his cock against Matthew's anal sphincter. Anyone who has had the experience of fucking a young arsehole for the first time and particularly where the recipient is somewhat nervous about taking his partner's cock, will know that here can be considerable resistance before the sphincter relaxes and allows the entrance of the partner's member. "Matthew, just try to relax and let me do the work. I'll soon be inside you and then all will be well." And as happens all the time, the sphincter eventually yielded to the insistence of the cock and Brian was soon deep inside Matthew's rectum. Matthew let out a cry of pain at the first thrust, so Brian, who truly wanted his partner to enjoy himself, paused for a moment before continuing. Brian, who had never fucked a man before, began pumping gently with increasing length, speed and force until he suddenly climaxed and shot is load inside Matthew. Matthew moaned gently all the time this was happening and finally shot his own load onto the table against which he was leaning. It is an indication of just how much each of them had wanted to fuck, for very rarely do first time fucker and fuckee reach mutual orgasm so easily. Brian withdrew, turned Matthew round and held him in his arms. "How was it for you, Matthew." he asked. "For me it was quite incredible but I was not able to control my climax inside you. It was sort of a case of premature ejaculation for me, which should tell you just how much I wanted to fuck your beautiful arse. (Brian was allowing himself to use a term of endearment already, which was an indication of his changing feelings towards Matthew. Had he realised it himself? Possibly not, but it was there). But that was one of the greatest orgasms I have ever had. How was it for you? Did you enjoy it? You know that you are now no longer a virgin Matthew, so we have at least vanquished that demon. And let me tell you that I shall be forever grateful that you allowed me to be with you for your first time; that you allowed me to rob you of your virginity was a real honour for me. So come on Matthew; how was it for you?" "We--ll," began Matthew, "I was shit scared when you finally pushed me into it, but thank god that you did otherwise I would probably have gone on dithering forever. Anyway, it finally got me started and I have to say that apart from your initial thrust, which hurt like fucking hell and a bit of discomfort as you banged away, I really thought it was terrific. I had no idea at all what to expect and when you climaxed inside me, I was really amazed, But even more so is the fact that I suddenly shot my wad immediately afterwards. And let me tell you, Brian, as a guy who up to now has only ever reached orgasm by jerking off, what I just experienced with you was in a totally different league, Frankly, now that you have forced me into it, I enjoyed every fucking minute of it. But the question now is, are we still on for the sequel, which is me fucking you. After all, you have just taken my anal virginity, so am I going to get the change to relieve you of yours as we agreed?" "If you think, now that I have seen your monument of a fuck-stick, my friend, that I would let you off the hook without having had the pleasure of experiencing it up my own arse, you are fucking mistaken . So now that you are over that first awful hump, which is letting someone in on your own hole, you will find the rest much easier; you will be in control; you will be doing the fucking and I will be doing the submitting. And just look at you; you were shit scared that you would not be able to raise the flag and here you are, still rock-hard right now. So as I told you, your cock, that incontrollable piece of meat which we men all have, tells us exactly what it wants. And let me add, Matthew, that it can decide to transmit its message, over which its owner has no control at all, at times at some very awkward moments. So, my guess is that as you become sexually more confident and meet other guys, you will suddenly find that some of them are sporting trousers which are tented at the crotch by their erections, over which they have no control: none whatsoever." "You wondered if you were gay. Well let me tell you what I think. Look back to your trial attempt with your girl the other night. You couldn't get it up because your cock simply did not want to fuck a woman. Your cock is now telling you quite the opposite: that it wants you to fuck me. So, I am sure that you get the message: your dick is telling you that you are attracted by men; actually at the moment, by me. So, shall we get to it? This will be a sort of double first; my anus is virgin territory as is your dick." "Brian, do you think that we might try a different position rather than standing? Look, if you lie face down on my bed next door, stick your butt into the air and open our legs a bit, I think I could find my way into you from the back. How about it? Does it it grab you? I know it's the way that animals do it, as I have seen dogs at it many a time." Brian nodded his assent and they moved into the bedroom, where Brian took up the "doggy position". Matthew found the tube of lube and liberally anointed Brian's anus with it and applied a generous quantity to his own cock, which was still rock-hard and ready for action. Then he knelt down behind his partner and made his first attempt to to fuck Brian's hole. "Brian, it's hard work, for your bloody hole does not want to let me in; and Brian I'm pushing hard against you but their I no sign of any relaxation. What am I doing wrong?" "Listen stud, this is a first for both of us; unchartered territory also for me, for no one has ever service my arse with his dick before. So just persist and eventually I should relax enough to let you penetrate me?" And that is, of course, what happened; the sphincter gradually started to relax and Matthew was able to give Brian the full length of his magnificent tool. In the same way Matthew had done, Brian let out a gasp of pain as Matthew forced his cock deep into his rectum but then allowed Matthew to thrust away until both of them climaxed. What was surprising was the speed at which the two young men had managed to cum. So often when two men have sex together, in spite of thumping away, they both finish up jerking themselves to orgasm. But with these two this was not the case and when it came, the sperm came vigorously and in quantity. Matthew collapsed onto Brian's back and he lay there with his cock still inside his partner's anus for at least five minutes, whilst they both recomposed themselves. Then Brian somehow pulled himself from under Matthew and wrapped himself around his young partner and kissed him. Brian said: "Matthew, what set out as a simple liaison between was aimed at satisfying two objectives; firstly to help you to lose your virginity and secondly, to satisfy my own curiosity and see what it felt like to fuck another man. Well, both those aims have been satisfied, but in fact, from my point of view it has been an extraordinary experience, providing you and me alike with our first sexual encounter with another man. But what set out for me as a simple act to satisfy my curiosity has turned into something much deeper: something which never crossed my mind. You see, Matthew, in the brief encounter we have had together, I suddenly realised that I was truly enjoying myself. In fact, to tell the honest truth, I enjoyed fucking you every bit as much, if not more, than I do fucking my girl friend, And, going on from there, when you finally managed to share your magnificent piece of man-meat with me, I was in seventh heaven." "So I guess what I am saying is that in fucking your butt and allowing you to do likewise for me, I discovered a side of myself I had no idea existed until just now. In fact, Matthew, I have just discovered that I really love gay sex, which is why I want to turn you onto your back and let me fuck you again in a more comfortable position than before, when we were both standing up. It's sort of the way a man fucks a woman and is usually called the mission position." Then, before Matthew had time to answer, Brian rolled them both over on the bed and finished up with Matthew beneath him. Matthew, who and enjoyed being fucked just as much as Brian had enjoyed performing the act, did not resist. He too was in a high state of aroused euphoria: a feeling he had never before experienced. Brian, who was still hard, raised himself onto his knees in front of Matthew, pulled his legs over his own shoulders, thereby having clear access to Matthew's vital hole. "Just hold your monument out of the way, will you," said Brian, "Let the hound see the hare, so to speak, so that I can get my tool inside you again." Matthew, who was still rock-hard, pulled his cock and balls as tightly as he could against his belly and Brian, who was super-aroused by the prospect of what he was about to do, without waiting a second, thrust this cock into Matthew for a second time. The sphincter proved less unyielding than on the first occasion and Brian's cock slid smoothly into Matthew's rectum. Matthew let out a moan of pain mingled with delight as he felt Brian serve him the full length of his cock. Matthew now sensed that this was going to be a much more thorough fuck than his first time and braced himself as Brian started pumping his cock in and out of him with ever increasing amplitude and force. Matthew realised that he was now experiencing sex from a man who was very experienced, albeit with a woman. But Brian accomplished what was only his second anal fuck ever, with such vigour and panache, that anyone would have that this was his normal stomping ground. Brian used maximum force on Matthew and as he worked himself towards orgasm, he withdrew more of his cock from inside of Matthew at each stroke. The whole thing culminated in Brian completely withdrawing his cock from Matthew's hole, waiting a second before plunging his meat meat back inside Matthew and climaxing for the second time with a huge emission of cum which he ejaculated into Matthew in a series of forceful, uncontrollable jerks. Matthew meanwhile had been holding his own tool well away from the battering being lavished on his butt by his partner but climaxed himself a few seconds later, spraying his own stomach and chest as well as Brian's torso and face with his own thick sperm. What was extraordinary in the couplings which had just taken place was that both young men had achieved mind-bendingly glorious orgasms without any recourse to any help from their hands. Very often both the fucker and the fuckee find that they need to finish off their coupling with vigorous handwork and masturbate themselves to a climax. But this was not the case with Brian and Matthew. Some extraordinary chemistry clearly developed between these two young studs and they achieved that indescribably delicious feeling which the male orgasm brings with it, purely by use the act of copulation. Both men lay face to face, Brian on top of Matthew; the two of them were bathed in Matthew's sperm of which there seemed to be enough to float a small boat. When the two of them had recovered from the effort, Matthew look at himself and at his partner and said: "Jesus Brian that was one hell of a performance you just gave. Are you sure that you never fucked a man until this evening? You come across as a real pro, and if anyone knows how to give it to a guy, it's got to be you. I'm an absolute beginner, but you really did take me to heaven and back and I just know that few men could have delivered what you just have. But you know what? Fucking is a really messy business; it's great whilst it's happening, but just look at us now; we're both in a horribly sticky mess. Get a towel from the bathroom over there and let's at least dry ourselves off. I don't know if we are supposed to enjoy wallowing in our own cum but I quite frankly don't." Brian complied and both of them stood up and wiped of the fruits of their labours. Then Matthew, suddenly fired with desire, pushed Brian flat on his back on the bed and proceeded to do to him exactly what he had just experienced. Gone was any of the reticence or hesitation which Matthew had shown just a short while earlier. He was still so aroused that all he wanted was to fuck Brian again. And, as Brian had told him once over that first hump it all falls into place and becomes natural: as easy as falling off a log. And Matthew, who was very well equipped with the tools of the trade, as we all know, gave a sterling performance on Brian's butt. He fucked his partner with all the force he could muster and when they both climaxed yet again for the fourth time within an hour, they again found themselves bathed in cum: Brian's cum this time. One might well ask where it all came from; well when two healthy, young men get together and both want to fuck each other, then their bodies respond at an alarmingly fast rate and a seemingly endless stream of sperm is produced at each climax. Matthew and Brian then cleaned themselves off once again and, exhausted by their efforts, lay side by side in Matthew's bed where they both fell asleep. Matthew awoke with a start and saw that he had been asleep all night and it was now six the following morning: a work day. Brian, naked, lay beside him, still asleep. Matthew pulled himself out of bed and went into the shower where he was joined a few minutes later by Brian who managed somehow to squeeze himself into the none too large cubicle. "That," said Brian, "Was one hell of a time we had together last night. You know Matthew that was one of the best fuck sessions I think have ever had; and believe me I'm not a beginner. If anyone had told me I how much I would enjoy sex with another man, I would never have believed him; but it is true: it was a marvellous experience for me. You know, what set off as an evening to satisfy my curiosity, turned into one of the greatest fucks of my life. It has changed forever my whole outlook on sex. I discovered with you, that I really enjoyed having sex with another a man." And with that, with no resistance from Matthew, he suddenly thrust his cock into Matthew anus anus as they stood there in the shower and fucked him hard yet again. "Jesus man you're insatiable," said Matthew laughingly, as they dried themselves off and got dressed. "Listen, I don't know about you, but I've got to be at work by eight, so let's go and get a quick bite at the café just two doors down and then I'm off. They open early for workmen's breakfasts." They ordered egg and bacon and tea and as they were eating, Brian said: "Listen Matthew, things have taken a totally different turn to what I had in mind when we first met yesterday evening. Look, I really enjoyed what we did together. In fact I enjoyed it more than I have ever done with my girl-friend and let's face it, I've had lots of practice with her. So I was wondering how you felt about what we did. I was wondering how you felt about us having an ongoing relationship, which is what I really would like. Could we perhaps see one another, say, once a week? Matthew I really do dig you, truly I do, and I would like us to go on having sex together. Man, do I love fucking you and let me tell you, as a beginner you have nothing more to learn; you handle your cock like a seasoned pro. It would be so great to build on what we have just started. So how about it? How do you feel?" Matthew was somewhat surprised by what Brian had just said. He had had no idea that Brian would want to continue what had originally been seen as a one night stand. But here was the guy who had helped him find is sexual feet and had shown Matthew that he was a true gay and here he was suggesting that they see one another on a regular basis. If he turned down Brian's suggestion he would have no immediate sexual partner; and after last night's experience, Matthew knew only too well that neophyte though he was to gay sex, his future happiness lay there. After a one night stand, he could not envisage dropping an activity which he had just experienced and enjoyed for the first time: gay sex was here to stay for Matthew. As Brian had said, a man needs to have sex: he needs to fuck: and to fuck on a regular basis. If anyone had told him just now important that first time would be for him and how it would change his life forever, he would never have believed them. But it had made such a lasting impression on Matthew, that there was now no way that he was going let go. So he told Brian that he was willing to go ahead and establish a regular relationship with him. "But what about your girl friend? What happens if she finds out that you are burning the candle at both ends? I mean, it's no skin of my nose, but what about you?" "Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," said Brian, "If we ever do. But tell me Matthew what is this place you are living in and what do you do for a living? Just look at us, we hardly know one another and we are sort of planning a regular liaison. So come on, fill me in a bit." Matthew then told Brian that he was an apprentice bricklayer and quickly sketched his early life and how he had left his last foster home as soon as he was eighteen. "You know Brian, I have no idea who my birth parents are or for that matter my exact date of birth. My name, Matthew, my only Christian name, was given to me by my first foster parents, a Mr. and Mrs. Makepeace, who had they lived, I think would have ultimately adopted me as they gave me their family name and arranged with the authorities for me to have a birth certificate with their family name on it. But my date of birth is just a guess and I am probably a few weeks older than it says on the certificate. As for the Makepeaces, well I never knew them as they were both killed in a car crash when I was about a year old and since then, until I left the Simpsons six or so months ago, I had been a foster child in several different homes and gone to several different schools." "The best thing the Simpsons did for me was to get me a job with George Burgess, the builders, when I was fifteen. Old Mr Burgess, my boss allows me to live rent free in that flat above the old stables at the builder's yard, which is where we were last night. So, that is where I live and work from: the Burgess's builder's yard. Most of the time I'm out on a site and I really need to get my skates on now and get back to the depot, as we are taken by truck each day to wherever we are working and at present that is some ten miles away. But what about you?" "I see now why you are so tanned, I guess you work stripped to the waist in nice weather. I would do the same if I had a body as great as yours. As for me; well, nothing very exciting; I work in a travel agent's shop as a sales clerk. I quite like it as I meet different people all the time. My girlfriend works in the mobile phone shop just a few doors down from me and we met in the local coffee bar, clicked and became sort of an item. I'm lucky as I get a commission on each sale I make, so I'm not too badly off and can afford to rent a little flat, which is where Christine, that's my girlfriend, and I have it off together. My commission also pays for my wheels, which is handy. Christine still lives at home, so I say we are "sort of an item" as we don't actually live together, although we have regular sex at my place. So, listen Matthew to firm up on things between you and me; today is Tuesday; why don't we meet in the club on Thursday evening again at say seven and take it from there?" And that was how the matter was settled between the two of them. CHAPTER 5 The friendship between Matthew and Brian blossomed and they became not only sex partners but good friends. Matthew never really understood how Brian juggled his sex life, for he seemed to to spend his entire free time either fucking him or Christine. But things seem to work out OK. With the confidence which his meeting with Brian had given him, Matthew now came completely to terms with the fact that he was as gay as a coot and decided to acknowledge the fact publicly. He went off and had is left ear pierced and a gold stud fitted. Afterwards, he looked at himself in the mirror and felt proud of what he had done. The stud and its position in his left ear, had the advantage of keeping the girls at bay. Without it, any of the girls at the social club would have been all over him, for make no mistake; sex was rampant between club members. But then, where is sex not omnipresent? It is the fuel which makes the world go round. In spite of Matthew and Brian's close friendship, Brian did not object to Matthew playing the field; but then, how could he when he himself had a girlfriend around his neck? A girl, who moreover looked like becoming a permanent fixture in his life. So Matthew started going three nights a week to the gym, where he sensed a lot of the guys working out were gay. Aged eighteen, Matthew was intent on developing a truly muscular body and took his training sessions very seriously indeed. He discovered that after nine in the evening, the gym was frequented by men who trained practically naked: they wore, for the most part a simple cock thong, just to hold their man-meat in place whilst they exerted themselves; so everyone got a good view of their arses, Matthew adopted this style of semi-nude training and he soon developed a number of friends all of whom were gay; all of whom were dedicated to serious muscle work and, most importantly, all of whom loved to fuck. So in the course of a few weeks, Matthew, who was one of the youngest guys there had made a group of friends with whom he trained and had regular sex. He was happy: very happy indeed as he found he enjoyed the variety which having sex with several different men gave him. He and Brian still spent time together but among all his friends he had not found one with whom he felt he could cement a permanent relationship. And so three years passed; Matthew was not unhappy; he was now the twenty one year old stud with pierced ear and nipples that we met at the beginning of this story. Matthew did not normally go the gym on Friday, for it was a good club night, but one particular Friday, for some reason he decided to go and work out and thereby set into motion a train of events which was to change his life forever. The first great event in his life had been his chance meeting with Brian some three years earlier, a meeting which had got him launched into the gay sex scene; but tonight was to be even momentous. The gym was deserted apart from one other muscular looking guy, whom he did not know, who was working out at the other end of the gym. Matthew finished off his routine and went to take a shower before leaving. A few minutes later the other man entered and took the shower next to him and proceeded to soap himself up. Both men were totally naked and Matthew saw that his companion was about the same height and build as he was and had an attractively large cock: always an alluring feature in a guy, He turned his back on his companion when suddenly, with the water still running, a pair of hands grasped his hips firmly and before he could resist, his companion had thrust his hard, soapy cock deep into Matthew's anus. Matthew's first reaction was to try to escape from this unexpected attack. but his companion held him firmly and proceeded to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Matthew. Suddenly Matthew realised that the fuck-pole being thrust into his arse was very large and that the man who was attempting to fuck him was clearly experienced. So although he was being raped, Matthew became philosophical and thought: "Well, what the hell; there is a saying which goes, if you know you are being raped, just relax and enjoy it." So he did just that. In fact Matthew, who was by now also a highly experienced cocks-man himself and had, in the past three years, taken countless cocks of all shapes and sizes up his own arse, now realised that the cock with which he was being "assaulted" was a quite exceptional piece of man-meat. Truth to tell, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling that this massive fuck-stick aroused inside him; and things got better as his unknown partner proceeded to give him probably the most monumental and stimulating fuck he had ever had. Matthew, now also rock hard, found himself transported into seventh heaven by this unknown man. Boy, did this stud really know how to handle his tool; he took long vigorous strokes and as he approached his own climax, the force he was applying increased. Matthew realised that he was in the grip of a highly experienced copulator and found himself enjoying the experience enormously. His companion finally withdrew, climaxed and shot is wad all over Matthew's arse. Matthew was bathed in a huge quantity of this creamy cum the likes of which he had never before experienced. He himself then shot his wad all over the floor of the shower. Not a word had passed between the two young men whilst all this happened, but when he finally shot his load, his companion said: "That, my friend, was one hell of a fuck you just let me have. Let me introduce myself; my name is Jonathan Hargreaves; might I enquire whom have I just had the pleasure of fucking?" Jonathan then swung Matthew round, looked him square in the face and said: "Sorry my friend, but a guy with your credentials needs to watch out in the showers. Your arse is just so bloody attractive that I simply could not resist sticking it to you. I do hope that you don't mind." Matthew realised that his companion was a well educated man, better by far than himself; he was well spoken and somewhat formal in spite of the intimate act he had just committed. Matthew now had a good look at his "rapist" companion and said: "Matthew Makepeace: delighted to make your acquaintance, albeit in a rather unexpected manner. But I have to say, Jonathan, that you really do know how to give a guy a good time. I've taken plenty of cock in my time, but never have I had an experience such as you have just given me. You were fucking marvellous and raped or not, I enjoyed every minute of what you did to me." Matthew now noticed that Jonathan had a cock as big as his own and that it was still hard. Jonathan also had a very desirable muscular physique, By this time, Matthew himself was totally aroused and raring to go; and so he walked abound Jonathan, the water still running, grabbed him by the hips as he had just been grabbed himself and thrust his own cock into Jonathan's anus. Jonathan laughed and said: "OK Matthew; go ahead; you deserve a return bout after the surprise I just sprang on you." So Matthew went ahead and gave Jonathan a truly professional, hard fuck. When it was over, Jonathan said: "Well Matthew, you fuck like a real pro, which I guess you are. Listen stud, that has to be one of the most original introductions ever. Come on let's get dressed and go and have something to eat. Great sex always makes me ravenous; how about you. My treat, by the way: I know a good little place quite near here, so let's go," And so, in this totally unorthodox and unexpected way began the next phase in Matthew's life. Matthew of course accepted Jonathan's invitation and in so doing had the first intimation that he was with someone who moved in a totally different social circle to himself. Jonathan ushered him into his car, a Porsche no less, and drove off to the "good little place quite near here." which turned out to be some three or four miles away! Matthew immediately began to feel uneasy, for he felt immediately that he was out of his depth: out of the sphere of life as he understood and lived it. But he had nothing to fear, for Jonathan, apart from being a potential rapist, was an utter gentleman. Luckily Matthew was a natty dresser and when they arrived at the restaurant he did not look at all out of place, for it was definitely up market. Matthew had never been in such a place in his life, but Jonathan made him feel quite at ease and did not embarrass his guest as he quickly realised that here was young stud whom he had just fucked and by whom he had then himself been fucked and that he really liked Matthew;: it was a simple as that: he liked him. Jonathan asked Matthew what he would like from the menu; Matthew said that he would take the same as his host. Then Jonathan said: "Listen Matthew, to celebrate our first mutual fuck let's have some champagne." Now Matthew shad never actually drunk any form of wine in his life; his knowledge of alcoholic beverages started and ended at beer and even that he drank sparingly and now here he was being offered champagne. But in spite of his lowly beginnings, Matthew was both well spoken and well mannered and he gracefully acquitted himself in what could have been an embarrassing situation. "What do you do for a living, Jonathan asked Matthew; and by the way, how old are you?" Matthew told him that he was a bricklayer by trade, working for George Burgess and Sons, with whom he had been since leaving school at fifteen and that he was twenty-one going on twenty-two. Jonathan digested these facts without comment and said: "Well Matthew, we couldn't more different, as I am now just twenty five and I am a commodities trader in a small merchant bank. I went to a minor public school, where I can tell you I had my naked arse beaten and fucked on many occasions; on leaving aged eighteen, I then joined the bank as a trainee. It turned out that I had a flare for the business and I soon became one of the top securities traders and as you can see it pays well. I guess I'm what you would call a whiz-kid, so don't you think that we two young, gay studs with such different backgrounds are lucky to have found each other? I know I do" "Matthew, do you believe in fate? I think I am beginning to do. Why were we alone at the gym tonight? If you can believe it it was only my second visit to that place and you were alone. I think that it was fate which brought us together tonight. Listen stud; let's go back to my place and try to get to know one another a bit better and perhaps we could pick up again where we left off at the gym. What do you say?" Matthew did not really know what to say: he was totally overwhelmed by what had happened that evening. He liked Jonathan and they had obviously pushed each other's buttons to a certain degree; but to be asked back to his place when they had such different backgrounds he found difficult to believe that it was actually happening. But Jonathan repeated his request and was obviously serious and Matthew thought to himself: "Well in for a penny in for a pound; what have I to lose; and tomorrow is Saturday, so I don't have to work; so what the hell; why not? Jonathan is clearly keen to have another fuck and I wouldn't say no myself." So off the two of them went back to Jonathan's flat. He lived in the top floor penthouse of a newish block in the city centre. It had a spacious living room and several other rooms, a huge roof terrace and a magnificent view over the city centre. They had parked in an underground garage and taken a lift which went directly to Jonathan's apartment, accessible only by a special key. Matthew had never seen such a place: it was a young man's dream, furnished with expensive modern furniture and with huge windows looking out onto the city centre. "Welcome to my humble home." said Jonathan, laughing. "Come on, Matthew, let's make ourselves comfortable. Come on stud: strip off and let me feast my eyes on you properly. It's OK; we are not overlooked at all, so we can frolic around starkers to our hearts' content." And by way of encouraging Matthew to follow suite he started pulling off his own clothes. The two young studs now took a close look at each other; sizing each other up so to speak. They were a well matched pair: about the same height, same muscular build and, most importantly with a well matched pair of cocks. Both young men were exceptionally well endowed with man -meat. Both of them sported perfectly balanced rubbery cocks some seven or eight inches long, soft as they now were, Jonathan looked somewhat more impressive as his penis had been circumcised, and it had a magnificent head, set off by that all important rim. Matthew was uncut, but still nevertheless impressive and his foreskin moulded itself to his cock head finishing just short of the end, leaving the tip of his glans peeping temptingly through. Jonathan, like Matthew clearly patronised a gay barber for he had no pubic hair to detract from the magnificence of his sexual endowment. "Jesus Matthew, you are one hell of a stud. Just look at you; such muscle and what a cock; you, my friend are just too luscious for words; can't you see why I just had to take you in the shower back at the gym tonight; I simply could not stop myself.; you are just too fucking sexy for words. And I love your pierced nipples by the way; they really do suit you." Matthew looked on at his partner, whom he thought just as dishy and a very fuckable proposition. As he listened to this eulogy, he observed that his cock was getting steadily harder and bigger as he was talking. Jonathan then said: "Matthew have you ever fucked anyone "al fresco?" Look it's a nice warm night why don't we get together on the terrace. It's totally private and I have a couch out there. Come on Matthew, I can't stand the tension any longer; you just have to let me fuck you again right now." Matthew smiled and allowed Jonathan to lead him by the hand out onto the terrace where together they copulated on the leather couch. Jonathan performed with great vigour and sprayed Matthew with another dose of his cum. When he had finished he allowed Matthew to put him on his back, pull his legs over his shoulders and take him again in the mission position. Matthew was no slouch when it came to sex and gave Jonathan's arse a monumental fuck. Later on, Jonathan took Matthew to his bedroom where the two young men spent the rest of the night together, fucking and dosing until they finally fell asleep. And that was the beginning of a long hot summer, where the two young men spent lots of time together. Matthew took Jonathan around to show him where he lived, which in no way diminished Jonathan's obvious crush on Matthew, His demands were frequent and insatiable; but in Matthew he had found a willing partner as Matthew enjoyed their sexual couplings every bit as much as Jonathan did. Matthew still kept in contact with several of his other gay friends both at the club and the gym and all in all led a very happy and fulfilling sex life. Jonathan and he enjoyed several group sex sessions with Matthew and his friends. Curiously, Jonathan seemed to have been a loner until he met Matthew for he did not seem to have any gay friends whom he saw on a regular basis. Matthew introduced Jonathan to his closest friend, Brian. He had told Jonathan how Brian had been his first sexual partner and how much he owed to him for getting him started on what was clearly the way he was destined to live his sexual life. The fact that Matthew and Jonathan came from such different backgrounds and had such different jobs did not in any way interfere with their friendship and as time passed the two young men became ever closer together. Jonathan was an absolute gentleman. He had been raised as such by his parents and education and it was not a veneer. Jonathan himself was acutely aware of the difference in wealth which separated him from his friend and he was very careful not to flaunt his wealth in front of Matthew; if Matthew insisted, he always allowed him to pay his share of whatever they were engaged in, as he did not want to make Matthew feel like a leech or a sponger or, god forbid, that he, Jonathan, was buying him: Jonathan had developed very serious feelings for Matthews and he did not want to allow their relationship to be wrecked because of a disparity in their wealth.. It was towards Christmas that Jonathan suggested to Matthew that they go away for the holidays to a warmer place. They has now been seeing each other for about four months but had never actually gone away or lived together. "Listen Matthew, I've heard about a gay holiday resort on one of the Caribbean Islands. It's a place where one can go around totally naked if one wishes and is really designed to attract guys like you and me: studs with good muscles and big cocks. It sounds like a great place to have sex and to drool over some other muscular studs. If you can believe it, when you book, you have to declare your cock size as they do not accept bookings from guys with tiny tools as they reckon that guys with tiny fuck-sticks might look out of place. So, how about it? Are you up for it.?" "It sounds terrific, Jonathan, but I'm afraid I'm not up to it financially. Such things are way beyond my means." "Oh fuck that; listen stud, I'll give it you as my Christmas present, so it won't cost you a penny." "Jonathan, that's very generous of you, but honestly, I can't accept such generosity, as there is no way I can pay you back. Jonathan, you must understand by now that you and I are not in the same league. Look, I can't even afford to run a car, let alone fly off to the other side of the world on holiday; and anyway, I'd have to take time off work and I don't know the Mr George would like that." The fact of the matter was that our Matthew had never actually left England and what holidays he had had in the past, had been spent on the English coast, with one of his friends at a gay guest house. Matthew had always been prudent and had never allowed himself to get into debt. Matthew was his own man! "Look Matthew, I really want you to come with me, so won't you let me just this once give you a present?" Jonathan went on and on trying to persuade Matthew; he never let the matter drop until he finally wore Matthew down and he said yes; subject to his his getting an agreement to time off from work from Mr. George. In the event that was not so difficult, for the firm had decided to close between December 24th and January 2nd so that the Christmas week was free. Jonathan was jubilant and booked the trip which was a total package, travel included. And so it was settled; they were going to the Caribbean for Christmas. "What are we supposed to take to wear," asked Matthew, "I don't really have any holiday clothes." "Listen stud; use your noddle! This place is a tropical, gay, seaside, holiday resort. Frankly I don't think we shall need many clothes, but if we do, we'll get some there, once we see what's needed; do stop worrying, Matthew; just pack a few cock thongs and you'll be fine This is going to be great; luxury suite for us: double king-size bedroom and separate sitting room; so, if we don't like the company when we get there, we'll have our own snuggery." Another factor had been weighing somewhat on Matthew's mind: Brian. What would he think and now would he feel about his going off on holiday with Jonathan? Brian was still playing both ends against the middle and he and Matthew still had sex regularly together even though Brian was still fucking his long term girl friend, Christine. But Matthew still felt he had a long term debt of gratitude to Brian, as his mentor in matters sexual. Things resolved themselves however in early December, when Brian announced that his long running dalliance with Christine was now to be formalised and that they would finally marry in mid-January. "Matthew, I'd be really honoured if you would be my best man," said Brian. Matthew felt highly honoured to be asked but slightly queasy when he thought of Christine, whom he had met on a number of occasions. "It's OK Matthew." said Brian. "Christine knows all about you and me. You don't think I have managed to keep that quiet for three years do you? She's a great girl and takes me for what I am: a bisexual. So, with any luck, you and I can still have the odd fuck from time to time once I get hitched. I have promise her that I will not play the field anymore and she accepts that I will probably need to have sex with another man from time to time. Lots of married men do the same, as you surely know. So, where's the problem? We've been together now for nearly four years and we are both going into it with our eyes open. She's dead faithful to me, by the way, which is nice. But what the fuck, if she had it off occasionally with another man, I guess would just have to accept it." Matthew had a hard time coming to terms with this relaxed attitude; he thought that they were tempting fate and that the whole thing would end in tears. But, now that Brian had decided to marry, it lifted a load from his mind and somehow set him free to pursue his ever deepening relationship with Jonathan. CHAPTER 6 The fatidic day arrived and Matthew and Jonathan flew off together to the Caribbean gay sex paradise. The place was quite luxurious and had indoor and outdoor freshwater pools and a netted off area direct in the sea for those who wished to bathe in salt water. Their suite was everything the brochure had promised and for the first time Matthew and Jonathan slept together every night in the gigantic king-size bed. There was a well equipped gymnasium, which both studs used every day. It was a unique experience for both of them as there were no rules about clothing and the guests could exercise naked if they wished. Matthew and Jonathan each wore a cock thong for their first visit, but these were quickly discarded when they saw that most other guys were naked. Matthew realised that Jonathan and he, were among the best looking physical specimens at the resort and most importantly, there was no one with such magnificently perfect man-meat as they had. And once everyone had relaxed a little and got to know one another, there was a great deal of cross fucking which went on as newly made holiday friends explored each other's bodies. The resort was very much a "no holds barred" place and it was not uncommon to see two guys copulating in the public spaces. Sexual freedom was complete and total. There was a disco every might and guys danced and fucked each other as they wished. It truly was a relaxed and invigorating holiday: one where there were no inhibitions. Matthew had one hell of a time as it was the first time he had ever experienced such a totally gay and relaxed environment. On New Year's Eve, the day before they left, there was a grand party with special guest appearances on the stage of professional overdeveloped body and cock builders who gave a cum shooting show on stage to the delight of all l the onlookers. The place truly was a gay sex paradise. Matthew and Jonathan, sharing the same bed for a week, became ever closer until that night, after a tight embrace, Jonathan said to Matthew. "Matthew, you do know that I love you don't you? How do you feel about me? Do you feel the same, because if you do, then I want to suggest that we start living together on a permanent basis when we get back? I have never had such a good time or felt as happy and contented with life as I have since I met you and sort of raped you that night at the gym. That was a watershed for me. I found you that night and believe me when I say that I don't really want to let you go. So, how about it? Do you think that we two can become an item as the saying as it today?" Matthew, in fact, felt exactly the same about Jonathan. The two young men had clicked. They had found each other and seemed to have the necessary chemistry between them to make it work. Matthew said: "Jonathan there is nothing I would like more than for us to live together. But will it work? Look at you and what you do and our whole upbringing and then and then look at me and what I do. You're a wealthy guy with a desk job in a bank, and I am just a working class bricklayer: nothing more. Financially and socially you and I are worlds apart. I would not be here in this place tonight if you had not bullied me into it; but thank goodness you did, as I have truly had an absolute ball of a time. But just look at the future; you go off in your Porsche to your private parking space at the Bank and I go off to the builder's yard and get trucked to to job in hand. Can it work?" "Oh, fuck you, Matthew I'm not proposing living with a bricklayer. I'm proposing living with one, Matthew Makepeace, around whom my entire life outside the bank now revolves. Don't you see that Matthew. It matters not one iota to me whether you are a pauper or a millionaire. The simple fact of the matter is that I am totally in love with you. Now, how do you feel about me? Am I just a pleasant fuck, a passing acquaintance or is there something more?" "Jonathan, how can you possibly think that the only thing which we have in common is sex? Yes, I have come to love you over the past few months and frankly, sleeping here in the same bed with you, even when we have not been fucking each other, has just been the happiest week in my life. Jonathan, I absolutely adore you; surely you must know that." "Well then," said Jonathan, "So that's settled; when we get back, you move out of your place at Burgess's and move in with me." "Yes it's all very well your saying that," said Matthew. "But I have to get to work every day. How am I going to do that when I don't have a car? In fact, I can't even drive." "Listen Matthew, we'll work something out. He who hesitates is lost; strike whilst the iron is hot and so on; the matter is settled; you move in with me: end of story! Don't make difficulties. Any problems are minor and anyway, bridges are made to be crossed; so stop being a pessimist. Time will solve everything. Now young man, as that is now settled, get on your back, because I am going to give you the greatest fuck of your of your life to date to celebrate our decision; look upon it as our engagement party. By the time I'm done with you, young man, you'll be nailed to the bed tonight; you ain't seen nothing yet." Jonathan concluded laughing. And of course, as you might well imagine two young men spent the entire last night of their Caribbean holiday in the delightful act of copulation; an act that however often repeated never fails to give pleasure. It was for them an act of commitment; an act which somehow tied them together. The two young men were both equally in love and it showed. CHAPTER 7 Once back home the first thing Matthew did was to tell Mr. George that he would be giving up the flat above the old stables which he had occupied for three years. Georg Burgess said: "Well lad, you must do as best suits you; but you are not thinking of leaving us are you?" So Matthew told Mr George the whole story of his, let's call it, romance, with Jonathan and how he was moving in to live with his lover, but that otherwise nothing would, change; he no intention of leaving Burgess and Sons as he was happy in his job. "Well I am truly relieved to hear that." said Mr George. "You are the very last person I would want to see leave us." "Now lad, I have a surprise for you, this New Year; I want you to take over the running of the masonry side of the business; you already have the other two bricklayers under you, but I want you gradually to pull back from bricklaying yourself and take over managing the sites. It's what today is called a "Project Manager" but it's what my generation would call the "Clerk of Works." Anyway lad, what I want you to do is to train two new bricklayers, who can work alongside you to begin with. You can spend half your time as a teacher and half as Project Manager and I will help you learn the ropes until you can take over fully." "It's a big responsibility for a young lad like you; At any one time we usually have between six and ten sites on the go, so you have to have your wits about you. Work on the principle that if things could go wrong, chances are that they will, So your job is to see where there are potential problems and stop them developing. But I have no qualms myself, as I know you can do it. Now, as Project Manager, you will get a 50% wage rise." Matthew was over the moon. He could not believe his good luck. Mr George asked him when he wanted to move out and Matthew told him almost immediately. "If let me know, lad, when it's all going to happen and I'll get one of the drivers to move your stuff over to wherever it is you are going." "Mr George, I really don't need my furniture because Jonathan, my partner, has a fully furnished place; so I think it best if I just clear my place here and dump all the stuff." "No; don't do that, lad, Just leave the place as it is. Take what you need for your new place and just leave the rest there; let it stay where it is. If it doesn't work out between you and your partner, which I sincerely hope doesn't happen, you can always come back here. That place had not been used for fifty years until I let yon have it; and now that you are going, it will probably never be used again." "Now, there is just one other thing we need to settle. You don't know how to drive, do you? Well as Project Manager you'll need to be able to drive as you will have a company vehicle to get around the sites. So in the next six months or so whilst you are switching over your job, the firm will pay for you to take driving lessons. What we will do in the switch over period is that you will go with me part of the time as I go around the sites myself. Then by the end of the summer you should be able to take over completely as you stop bricklaying yourself and I can put my feet up." Mr. George concluded with a laugh. "Oh and Matthew; I am so glad that you seem to have found a soul mate in life. I hope it all works out for the two of you. It's my view that no man should not live alone; he needs some permanent company. And in your case if it's with another man and that's what you both want: well, good luck to the two of you." Matthew could hardly wait to tell Jonathan his good news and it was finally settled that he would move in with Jonathan at the end of the end of the week. "I shall not be bringing much beyond my clothes, Jonathan." he said. "The other stuff in my flat is all tat and anyway, fully kitted out as you are, we don't need it." "Now let me tell you my good news." said Jonathan. "Since getting back, I have been looking at the bus routes and there is no problem at all in getting from my place to George Burgess's yard: we are on a direct route. So, you see, as I told you, things do have a way of arranging themselves." And so at the end of the week, Jonathan picked up Matthew and his luggage at his flat and took him back to his place in the city centre. That evening, Jonathan insisted that they go out to a slap up dinner together down town to celebrate. When they came back, Matthew's first night of what was to be permanent cohabitation with Jonathan, the two young men indulge in a nonstop sex orgy where they more or less fucked each other to a standstill. And that was the last occasion when they used condoms when copulating with one another, for as Jonathan said, sex was so much better bare skin and as they were both clean, why not? But he insisted that whoever was playing the receiving role wear a rubber just to catch the copious amount of sperm which they both seemed to emit every time they made love. "It's just to keep the bed clean: I don't much care for rolling around in a load of my own or anyone else's cum for that matter." he said. And that is what they did. But the abandonment of condoms in the interests of greater pleasure turned out to have a drawback for Matthew. You will remember that earlier we learned that Matthew had an uncut cock and that his foreskin was very tightly stretched over the head, which it did not totally cover, leaving the tip of his glans sticking through. Well, as time passed, Matthew's erections grew ever bigger as his cock finally arrived at maturity, and the over-tight foreskin started to bother him now that he and Jonathan were having bare-back sex. Firstly it was tight; but worse, when he fucked his partner, which he did very regularly, the foreskin had a nasty habit of rolling back on itself as he penetrated Jonathan's tight anus, with the result that by the time he started fucking proper, his rhythmic pounding forced the skin into a tight roll, somewhat like an rolled up condom, which settled itself as an uncomfortable ridge-like collar directly beneath the rim defining his cock head. It was almost as if he were wearing a metal ring located just below the rim and it made fucking painful. And as time passed and Matthew's vital organ grew to it maximum size, it became ever more painful to have sex without using a condom. Matthew had become aware of this more and more since the time he and Jonathan had started bare-back sex together. Wearing a condom as he had hitherto done, prevented the offending foreskin from rolling back on itself, but Matthew had found that he liked bare-back sex much better. The two young men were now truly and item and had no secrets from each other and so Matthew had no problem at all in telling Jonathan frankly, and with no embarrassment at all, about his problem. "You know Jonathan I much prefer to fuck you naked, bare-back as it is called, but it is getting steadily worse. Sometimes it's so uncomfortable that I don't feel like going on at all. So what do we do? I could always go back to so called safe sex with a condom, but I much prefer it skin to skin. So, what's the solution?" Jonathan laughed: "The solution, my friend, you see every time we get together: it's staring you in the face, especially when you decide to suck me off. Just look at my dick: it's been cut. In brief I don't have any foreskin any longer. So buddy, just get yourself cut and the problem will be solved." "But hang on a minute, Jonathan; I always thought that cock cutting was done shortly after birth; are you telling me that fully grown studs like us can still have it done?" "Bingo! You've got it. Look at me. I had much more of that floppy foreskin than you have; mine totally enveloped my entire cock and then some. Like you, I had always been keen on developing my body and having a big cock and then I saw in the men's magazines where professional bodybuilders pose naked, pretty well all of them he been cut: they were all circumcised. Didn't you notice how many guys in that place where we spent Christmas had cut cocks; three out of four I would have said; and they were all body conscious studs? Anyway, to cut a long story short, when I was eighteen I decided that a guy looked much better with a cut cock when naked, so I decided to take the plunge and had mine done, And I have never regretted going under the knife. I reckon a guy with a good, straight cock, which finishes in a well rimmed head with no foreskin flapping around in the breeze anymore looks great." "And if you don't believe me, just take a look at my lower credentials and tell me what you think. Yes my friend, your foreskin has got to go; it's as simple as that Matthew. And, let me add, that by getting rid of a piece of unattractive flesh, you will at once kill two birds with one stone. You will look much more handsome when you are stripped for action with your big cock showing what has to be a magnificently rimmed head; but more importantly you will have got rid of the irritation which is causing you discomfort when you are fucking me me bareback. Kindly note, Matthew, that I did say: "When you fuck ME bare-back," as I don't want you to get the idea that you can go bare-back with any Tom, Dick or Harry with whom you might wish to have sex; there condoms remain obligatory." "Anyway, listen, Matthew, I had not realised that you had a problem with your foreskin, but your bringing it up has sort of pipped me at the post. Matthew, you are such a superb looking stud that I have been wanting to tell you for quite a while that I would like you to take the final step towards perfection and get yourself circumcised. So, there you have it; your lover is asking you to do something to please him but which by chance also seems to be a physical necessity for you too. So, Matthew, how about it? Are you up to it?" Matthew listened to all this with a feeling of apprehension, for he had never realised that adult men could be circumcised and the thought of letting a surgeon loose on his own cock was frightening: very frightening indeed; he shivered internally at the thought. "So you mean to tell me that you were not cut shortly after birth as the Jews apparently do systematically, but decided to have it done yourself aged eighteen." "That's dead right, Matthew. I did it entirely off my own bat and my parents don't even know that I have had it done; I never told them. And I can tell you I have never regretted it. Look, I have a casual friend who is a surgeon; when I say a friend it's a bit loose because his guy is also gay and I had sex with few times before we met. Anyway, if you agree and sort of get your tool, how shall I put it? - "Made to measure" to please me, I'm sure he would do it. It's what is known as elective surgery. In other words if you want it doing in any reasonable time frame, you have to shell out for it. But don't worry about that. I'm just so keen to see you get rid of that useless appendage, that I'll foot the bill. Have it done to please me. You'll just look so very much better once it's done and sex will be so much better. So, once again, Matthew; are you on?" "Look, my friend is top plastic surgeon in the main city hospital but he has a consulting practice outside and it's such a minor operation that my guess is you won't even have to go into hospital for it; he'll do it, as he did me: in his surgery. And listen; don't get the idea that it will hurt; it's all done under a local anaesthetic and the whole think only takes a few minutes. One quick cut with the knife and it's all over. Of course, you will be a bit sore for a week or so and you will have to forgo the pleasure of fucking my arse for that period. I appreciate that you will doubtless feel deprived of what you see as your right, but, alas, that you will have to endure. But don't despair, I'll look, after your sex life for you. Your backside will be the focus of all my attention. whilst you are recovering. So, once again, Matthew; are you on?" Jonathan ended his monologue with a laugh. "My god, Jonathan, you are real glib and persuasive talker, So, OK, as you push me to it; I'll have it done. How do we go about it?" "Just leave it to me: I'll get my friend to do it one Saturday and then you'll have the Sunday to rest before going back to work. And I shall not throw you to the dogs alone; I'll come and hold your hand while he doe s it. But listen Matthew; joking apart, you really have made the right decision. Sex will just be so much better for you and for me, with your made to measure cock." CHAPTER 8 Matthew was really dithery when the appointed day with the surgeon arrived. He quite felt like chickening out of the whole deal, but Jonathan put on what might be called his "tower of strength" mode and cajoled Matthew into his Porsche and off they went to what Matthew had come to think of as "the cutting room." The surgeon did not look much older than either of them. Matthew told him that he wanted Jonathan to stay there whilst the deed was being done, to which the surgeon, whom Matthew only knew as Paul, agreed. Paul had Matthew strip off completely and lie on an operating table in his surgery and started to examine Matthew's cock. "Oh yes, I can see why you need to get rid of that foreskin. It is much too tight and if you leave it you will have problems with your sex life for evermore. Jonathan is quite right in that it has got to go, And let me tell you Matthew, that with the physique and cock you have, you will also look much better with a cut cock whenever you strip off. And speaking as a guy with a cut dick myself, I can tell you that gay sex is much better. The foreskin really does get in the way as a gay sex is a much tighter business than male-female sex. So shall we go ahead then? And there is just another thing which no one has mentioned. In my view your balls are a bit low hanging; you might find it better if your scrotum were tightened up so that it held your nuts tighter beneath your cock. It will look a lot better and from the practical point of view, when you fuck your partner, your balls won't be flapping around loosely. Look here is a photo of a guy which shows you exactly what I mean. So shall we begin; I'll circumcise you and take a piece out of your scrotum so that your balls are held higher?" The idea of raising his balls to fit snugly below his cock had never occurred to Matthew; like most of us, he had no idea that such a thing was possible; but he had long thought that his nuts were a bit low and so he decided to go for what one might call "the full enchilada." "OK Paul," he said, "But I don't want to finish up with a cobbled together ball bag; how will it look when you have done?" "Matthew you won't see a thing as the skin will be removed from the rear; and anyway, I re-stitch things very carefully so that there is practically no scarring. Look again at the photo I just showed you. The guy, whose cock you see there, is a patient whose cock I circumcised and whose balls I raised; I think he looks terrific; don't you?" The naked Matthew now lay waiting on the operating table. The surgeon first of all lathered up his crotch and removed what little pubic hair which had grown since Matthew's last visit to his gay barber. He also had Matthew turn over so that he could clear all hair away from his arse area. Then with Matthew flat on his back again, he liberally swabbed the whole of Matthew's lower anatomy with an antiseptic fluid, Then, ready to begin, he gave Matthew an injection which effectively anaesthetised both cock and balls, followed by a further injection to prevent him having an erection whilst he operated on his cock. "I don't want to cut into a balloon full of blood," explained Paul; "So I need your cock to remain soft throughout." Paul pushed a plastic tubne over the head of Matthew' cock, sliding it beneath the doomed foreskin and the cock head itself. He pushed the tube down until it would go no farther, thereby defining the limit of the foreskin, which he marked with a black medical marker pen. This preparation done, he picked up the scalpel: Matthew cringed in fright as he saw the scalpel approach his cock. Paul started by making a cut down the length of the offending foreskin as far as the line he had drawn and then quickly cut away the unwanted flesh of the foreskin in one simple and quick move. The whole operation was over in about one minute and a rectangular piece of foreskin was thrown into the waste dish. The cock-head was now fully exposed in all its glory, set off from the shaft by that well defined rim which had always been visible even when sheathed in the now departed skin. Curiously, there was not too much blood and the surgeon quickly sewed together the two edges of the cut. Paul was clearly an expert, as his cut had left no vestige of te offending foreskin still attached to the cock shaft itself. The cock already looked magnificent with its well define head no longer hidden. It was a very clean cut and Matthew realised just how much better he looked. Jonathan had been right to encourage him to the plunge and he was already thinking of how much more comfortable it would ne when he fucked his partner. And moreover, he had felt no pain at all. But the operation was still incomplete. Paul had Matthew stand up and then made an incision in the back of his scrotum, removed a slice of flesh and sewed together the two ends. Immediately Matthew's cock and ball combination took on a new aspect; gone were the pendulous balls and they now sat in their bag snugly beneath his cock which with its natural rubbery quality, draped itself in a graceful downwards curve over his balls. Jonathan looked at his partner and said: "Matthew, you look absolutely terrific, even with your stitches showing; you really do have a peach of a fuck-stick; I can barely wait to see what it feels like." Paul now gave Matthew instructions on how to look after his wounds for the first week. He gave him some pills to take to ward of any infection and provided him with a padded sheath which fitted over the cock itself, but left the tip open so that he could piss. His scrotum was also enveloped in a padded bag-like bandage, which was attached by a loose cord around its neck. And so, Matthew, minus his foreskin and a bit of his scrotum, went back home with Jonathan Paul said: "I want you here again next Saturday, at the same time and I will remove the stitches. Now this week, just hold that beast inside you in check and don't even think of having sex. Your cock and scrotum need two weeks to heal, which they will. So, Matthew you'll just have to be content and let Jonathan look after your arse for the next two weeks; but strictly no cock work from you. And you Jonathan, if you cannot go without some anal therapy for a couple of weeks, then you'll just have to find someone else to serve you. Matthew must not do it; so Jonathan, just don't push him. After that, Matthew, you will be free to resume your normal sex life, which I suspect might be gruelling, as you are a sexy looking pair. I don't know you personally, Matthew, but I have had some experience with our friend Jonathan and I know what he is capable of; he's quite a stud as I guess are you." And with that he ended with a laugh. Matthew and Jonathan drove home. Jonathan said to Matthew: "You see, it was really not painful at all, was it? And Paul spotted that your balls were too low and corrected that as well. I reckon you will look, absolutely stunning stripped naked once you are fully healed. Anyway, why don't we take it easy for this coming week and refrain from any kind of sex?" "Do you think that our can go that long, Jonathan, without wanting to fuck my butt. Come on pal; you'll last two days at most and then you'll be wanting to fuck me as ever." But in fact, Jonathan was able to refrain from sex with his partner, not only for the first week, but also for the week following. They went together to see Paul the following Saturday and the stitches came out. Paul declared he satisfied with the healing process and spent a long time admiring his handiwork. And so, it was not until two weeks after Matthew had had his cock cut and balls raise that he and Jonathan again took up their usually sex schedule. To paraphrase a well known expression, in this case it was abstinence that made the heart grow fonder and when the two young men took up their sexual activity it was with vigour and application which defy description. It was as if gay male sex was going out of style. "By the way, Jonathan, if I might ask; how much did that little business actually cost?" "Well, Matthew, I'm really glad you brought that up because Paul has offered to do the job for free; but there is catch. Paul is really taken with you; with both of us in fact. I told you that I had had sex with him a few times before we met; he's a great guy and a really good fuck, and like us he's as gay as a coot; but he does not have the cock length and girth we two have, which makes him weak on the return. Anyway, I've fucked him a few times: It's OK, but it is nothing to write home about. Anyway, Paul told me whilst you were dressing that he is really impressed with you and he sees why we are an item as we are both very well endowed where it counts. He thinks that not many guys can hold a candle to you and me when it comes to cock. He's also sure that you made the right decision in getting yourself cut; and now that it's done, he really digs what you look like. He thinks also, that he too has done a real good job and I think he would like to see you in action." "So where is all this going?" Matthew asked. "Well I'm coming to that; Paul is willing to do the job for no charge but he would like you to fuck him. In fact, what the really would like is for the three of us to get together and have a sort of mini-fuckfest. My impression is that the poor guy is just not getting enough of it. But I think also he would like to sample your dick up his own arse as he feels that he had done a really good job on it. So if you were to fuck him it would sort of confirm that you were satisfied with his work. So, Matthew, what do you think? It's nothing I ever envisaged; it came as a bolt out of the blue when he made this suggestion. But if you want, I'll pay him as I said I would when I pushed you into this business." "Jonathan, why don't we take him up on his suggestion and get together, the the three of us. I have no objection at all. Look here, Jonathan, we two are an item, but we still like to have sex with other guys from the gym and the social club. So it's not as if we had shut ourselves off from the outside world when in fact we are still very much in it. It's just that now we do things together rather than as individuals; so where's the difference? Paul is just another guy. OK he's a top surgeon and I suppose he should not have liaison with his patients; but I am no longer a patient, so where's the problem? In fact I'm all for it, for I like a bit of variety; and I quite like Paul. So if he wants to sample my wares, so be it: I have no objection and will give his arse my very best attention with my modernised equipment; and if he wishes he can give me a return bout; I'd have no objection at all to that. So, Jonathan, let's get on with it." Paul was delighted when he learned via Jonathan that they would all get together. The following Friday evening, the three young men met in Jonathan's flat where he had laid on a buffet supper with champagne to celebrate the occasion. "I thought we could celebrate the re-launching of Matthew with his "made to measure cock" back into the gay sex circuit. Paul, what we suggest is that tonight we have bare back sex together as I think that we are all clean, but correct me if I am wrong. And Paul, this you may find hard to believe, but we have had no sex between us since the operation which is now nearly three weeks ago. So you are being honoured as the first person to sample Matthew's cock since the operation." The three men then stripped off and Matthew saw Paul for that first time. It was true he did not measure up to his two companions for the evening, but he was not wimp. So Matthew pushed Paul over a chair lubed him up and gave him a welcome pump of three strokes of his ten inch cock, He gave Paul the benefit of the full length of this monumental piece of man-meat. This was followed by the same gesture from Jonathan and then the two guys asked Paul to do the same for them, which he did. After that intimate introduction, Paul said: "Gee you guys, that was an amazing welcoming method. It truly gets the evening off to a great start. And Matthew, I really loved the feel of your tool up my arse; my god, man, you are so very lucky to have such a magnificent fuck-stick at your disposal. I can't wait until you truly give it to me hard and long." By this time, all three guys had become totally relaxed with one another; so Matthew then fulfilled Paul's most earnest wish and gave his hole a long, slow but forceful fuck with his remodelled cock. He himself realised now just how much better anal sex was without that annoying bit of foreskin; and he appreciated what Paul had done for him in raising his balls; cock and balls now seemed united as one glorious implement and with it Matthew now fucked the living daylights out of Paul. When he finally reached orgasm he was delighted to see that his new partner exploded in a huge ejaculation of cream at the same time. Not only was penetration more easily accomplished, but the whole process of fucking, involving a reciprocating motion of ever increasing length and force was infinitely more satisfactory. Paul, who had gasped with delight as Matthew increased his strokes which he delivered with ever more forceful thrusts, finally swung himself round and literally hung himself around Matthew's neck, his legs wrapped around his waist and presented his anus to Matthew. "My god, Matthew that was one hell of a fuck you just gave me. Now, go on and take me again just as I am in this position." Matthew managed to thrust his cock into Paul's anus yet again from the virtually vertical position into which he had just been manoeuvred and gave Paul a second dose of his cock. Paul's second climax came fairly quickly and his sperm was just as prolific as the first time; he bathed the both of them in what seemed like an endless stream of creamy white fluid. "Matthew," said Paul, "You really are one of the greatest cocks-men of all time. You have just given me my two finest fucks ever, for which I shall always be infinitely grateful to you. I cannot recall any occasion which I have enjoyed quite so much". Jonathan had looked on in amazement at the vigorous way in which Matthew has serviced Paul's obvious needs. When the two protagonists had regained their cool, as it were, Jonathan asked Paul if he would like to exercise his own meat on one of his companions. "Listen Paul, what we could do; you could fuck me in the doggy position and then Matthew could fuck your hole again at the same time so that the three of us could have a sort of chain fuck" And that is exactly what they did, after which the rest of the evening was spent in free style computation, where each stud fucked one or other of his companions at will. It turned out to be a very relaxed and satisfying evening for all three young men: and Matthew saw when Paul fucked him, that although he had not gone the same length as he himself had, he was, nonetheless, a very nifty cocks-man; Paul certainly knew out to make the most of his assets and had nothing at all to be ashamed of. He finally left the party just after midnight and said: "Guys, that was one of the best evenings of top quality, hard core sex I have had in a long time; you two guys are both amazing; thank you so very much." Left alone, Jonathan said to Matthew: "Well mate, that was not at all a bad evening." Matthew came up to his partner who was standing at the foot of the bed, with his back to it; he placed his hand flat on Jonathan's chest and pushed him flat on his back, knelt before him, pulled his partner's legs over his shoulders and prepared to shaft him yet again. "You reckon that was a good evening, do you Jonathan, well let me just tell you my friend, "You ain't seen nothing yet." Matthew Makepeace with his "made to measure fuck-stick and balls", is going to treat you to just the longest and greatest fuck your hole has ever experienced. Believe me when I say that by the time I bring you to a climax, you are going to shoot enough cum to float a battleship; so brace yourself, Jonathan, for the fuck of a lifetime!" And that is where we leave our two heroes: two magnificent specimens of young manhood, totally committed to each other, with Matthew just about to give his partner Jonathan's hole some very special attention with his newly minted fuck-stick. The two guys had a relationship made in heaven THE END \*\*\*\*\* *Author's note: I know I tend to write long pieces, but that is my style: like it or loath it. Don't hold back with your comments as I write for my own pleasure and equally for your pleasure and amusement as readers. As it is now, this story has been conceived as a "stand alone" piece. However if it captures readers' imaginations, I might try to write a sequel. But you, the readers, are a fickle lot, at least judged by the number of hits of my stories. Of course I have no idea whether a hit means that that person actually read the story or not. My story "Gay Sex for Gregory" has had a total of 13,590 hits to date, of which there were an incredible 5,300 on the first day of posting. Encouraged by this reception, I went on to write a sequel: "Sex Agogo for Gregory", which has achieved only 2036 hits since mid December 2015. Why? Ask me not. I think the second story is just as good as the first, but why so few readers? My all time winner is the tale: "A Sultan's Male Harem" which includes gay sex, corporal punishment and executions in ancient Arabia. For some reason this story seems to have captured people's imagination and I have had about 14,500 hits to date. And it is this tale which contains the greatest of fantasy as I usually try to write so that what I describe could just be true; but this Arabian piece is just so unlikely; yet lot of people read it. So please don't be shy. Tell me what you think, even if it is just to say it's all a load of rubbish. I shall not be offended and I will reply to every comment. The big problem facing us authors is to find a plausible story line. So many pieces on this and many other sites really have no story at all, which I find a pity. I need a good story line on which to hang the gay sex action which is an all important component of this type of gay male tale. However, if a story is reduced to nothing more than detailed descriptions of the sex act, then I am afraid I find it boring. If that is what readers want, then I regret, but I have to be "included out" as the saying goes. But, of course it may well be precisely that that many readers find interesting. Who knows? J. Jason Land.*

Hotel Hi - Jinks Ch. 01

*Dear Readers, I really hope you like this tale I have for you about a weekend away I had once. The feedback I receive and ratings mean a lot to me, so please take the time to let me know just what you thought of my dirty exploits! Many Thanks Penny* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The radio was on as Penny worked away at home busying herself with various mundane jobs. A song came on that made her burst out with laughter, and took her right back to an event that had only happened a few years beforehand. Ahh, it was the day of her job interview, and it overran, she ALMOST missed the train. Penny and an army of her friends were off to a gig in another city for the weekend. It was a couple of her many friends, a mix of men and women's birthdays, and they had decided to travel the 5 hours on the train to another city to catch the gig and make a bit of a weekend of it. There was 14 of them altogether, train booked and they had even decided to shell out the extra for a bit of luxury and stay in the Hilton. Why not? They were all working professionals and could afford a treat or two. Penny had practically run down the platform of the train station clip clopping in her heels after many frantic messages wondering where the hell she was. She got on, with almost seconds to spare pulling her medium sized wheeled case behind her, out of breath in a fitted black pencil skirt with a high waist band, a white blouse that one could see the lace detail of her white bra through, an open red cardigan, and an impossibly high set of heels. No one would have had a clue it was a rock gig she was heading off to. 'Waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!' went up a roar from her friends, dominating a whole carriage of the train, with their beer out, fuelled with excitement and jokes, usually made up of double en tenders. They had all matured since the days of drinking cheep beer and sleeping on sofas after night long parties, but the humour had stayed in their youth. 'How long do you think you are away for Penny? What's with the suitcase? You leaving home or something?' One shouted 'She's packed her pillow I bet'. Her best friend Debbie piped up. 'Yeah, that's right; remember the time she went to that music festival with her satin pyjamas and a huge fuck off feather pillow...to sleep in her tent?' A roar of laughter went up. It was all true. She never packed light and she always managed to find room for her luxuries she loved. She joined their laughs and took her seat, pulling out her bottle of fine Russian Vodka and Fresh OJ, and a glass. 'Ha HA! She even packed a glass! Total Class!' This observation had been made by Josh. Josh and Penny had shared a very secret flirtation with each other for a long time, never followed through because of his morals. No one but no one knew about it. Basically he was attached, but he never seemed to let up telling her on their chosen social networking site how much he had thought of her in ways he shouldn't. He loved her full heavy breasts, her huge eyes, had made comment about how he would love to fuck her hot mouth, and he had a great appreciation for her hourglass curves and masses of long dark hair, which at this moment was pinned carefully on top of her head, given she had just fled from a job interview to make the train. She smiled in his direction, and the stare was held long enough for no one to notice, but his permanent glint was in his eye, letting her know he could see her bra, loved her heels and that he thought she looked great. 'Yeah, and when the trolley dolly comes, I'll even get some ice!' And Penny did just that! The journey was great, such a fantastic opportunity to meet up with people she had known for ages, but she never saw as much as she wanted to. Grown up responsible life sucked in so many ways. Everyone was too busy for the social life they had once enjoyed. They all got slightly drunk in a happy silly way, and they all felt young again. Penny was keeping a close eye on Debbie. Debbie had been having a bit of an affair with Ben. They were both involved with long term partners, but thanks to the joy of social networking they had rekindled their passion of yesteryear and had been enjoying ALOT of fun together. She watched them on the train, and it was so obvious to Penny, just because she was in the know what was going on. All the hours later, they arrived, managed to get off the train without falling, and headed to get cabs. The plan was, check into the hotel, shower and change, meet in the hotel bar before heading for a birthday dinner, and then off to the gig, a few bars, and a club perhaps and back to the hotel. They all arrived at the Hilton at roughly the same time in a few cabs and started the process of check in. 7 rooms had been booked, and Penny was sharing with Debbie. As the first arrivals were being checked in, Penny saw Josh having some sort of secret conversation with Ben, a close friend of his, and her observations were interrupted by Debbie as she came to her. 'Penny, I have a MASSIVE favour to ask.' 'What's that?' 'Well, me and Ben thought this weekend would be a good chance to hook up together properly and we wondered if you and Josh would cover for us, so that no one knows, Ben's asking him about it now, I recon he'll go for it, it would mean you sharing a room with Josh, is that OK?' 'Yeah, that's fine with me, if Josh is happy, I am, I'll go for it'. Meanwhile, the words FOR FUCK SAKE I DON'T BELIEVE THIS! Were screaming through her head. Ben and Josh approached the 2 women. 'Did you ask her?' Ben said to Debbie. 'Yeah, Penny's OK with this if Josh is?' 'Yeah, I'll cover for you pair of dirty bastards!' Josh chipped in. 'So we check in, go to the same floor and swap rooms then? We all have each other numbers for contact so things run smoothly?' Penny checked. 'Yeah that's a plan!' It was agreed. In the elevator up to the 9th floor of the hotel, Penny caught Josh's look of 'I can't believe this is happening, what a nightmare'. In one of the glinting looks he kept stealing her way. The hallway was clear, the rooms were opposite each other, so Penny and Debbie swapped rooms. Josh and Penny entered their room, and as soon as the door was closed, both exhaled so loudly, and said 'Oh my GOD! NO WAY!' 'So then, do you think we can manage this?' Penny asked, looking at him from under her eyes, she really was so much shorter than he was. 'Yeah, it will be fine!' he said in a semi convinced manner. 'Although that bra has been screaming at me for the last 5 or so hours, if I look carefully, I can actually see little bits of your nipples. Tease!' 'Well you would, wouldn't you? At least it's a twin room; you'll be forced to keep your hands to yourself!' Penny joked. 'Right, I'll go and shower first, you can shower after, and I can change and do my face while you're in...plan?' 'Yup'. He agreed Penny flung her things on the bed, unzipped the case, kicking off her shoes, and pulled out a toiletries bag, and retreated into the bathroom. As she showered, she had a chance to take stock, and as the hot water cascaded down through her waist long hair rinsing away the conditioner, the vodka from the train journey was still in her head, and she smiled and laughed at the thought of having to share a room with Josh for a whole weekend in the name of them both being selfless friends. Ha! She wondered if he really did love the idea of fucking her hot mouth, or getting his hands on her tits. The idea of it all made her wet and hot, in places the water wasn't cascading. She very often wondered what it would be like to have a complete and utter good seeing to by him. She could never pin point exactly what it was, but she did find him very attractive and alluring. She screwed the shower off, wrapped her hair up in a huge bath sheet, and, ahh, the joy of Hilton, fluffy robes! She wrapped herself up, the robe reaching her ankles, and left the bathroom. Josh was sitting on his bed, flicking through a magazine and drinking a beer. His eyes followed her across the room as she padded across the carpet to her bed, his wicked glint in his eye as ever. 'You're turn!' she exclaimed as she flumped down on her bed, watching his every move, the curve of his spine as he hunched over reading his magazine through his t shirt. She really would love to get her hands on him. He stood up, and gave her a glinting smile as he said nothing as he went to shower, taking a pile of clothes with him. Penny set to work on her face as she stayed naked beneath her robe. Sipping away quickly on another vodka. She heard the shower run and wondered if he had locked the door. She carefully applied make up and imagined him under the shower, naked, and her thoughts quickly strayed to how he might like her kneeling in the bath in front of him as she sucked his stiff cock as the water ran over him and over her face. Ohh God! She was getting wet sitting there thinking about it all. Did she have time to run her hands between her legs and make herself cum before he got out of the bathroom? She probably did, but she knew the room would end up filled with the smell of her hot wet pussy if she did, and even her fine perfume wouldn't cover that smell. Best just leave it for now. She just hoped and prayed that alcohol would take over later, and he would make a pass at her. She crossed her fingers and legs tightly. It didn't take her that long to do her face up, and quickly change into a short black dress, with black tights and massive heeled leather boots. She loved her rock chick make up, heavy eyes, full lips. She really did look a bit slutty, the dress clinging to her fantastic curves and heavy breasts, cleavage on show to the world, and a black choker round her neck. The towel still remained on top of her head with her masses of hair coiled up inside it when Josh opened the bathroom door and appeared, showered and changed. As the door opened, an amazing masculine smell followed in a cloud of steam, carried into the cooler room. 'Fuck, you didn't take long to get ready! I thought you would take fucking ages! Then again, I could spend HOURS in the shower!' 'Haha! I don't take that long, I'm naturally hot, it doesn't take much for me to be totally smoking! Just need to do my hair.' 'That'll take ages, you got masses of hair!' 'No it won't!' Josh sat down on the seat at the dresser where Penny had made herself up and opened another beer while he waited for her to dry off her hair. Penny took the hair dryer from the dresser, bent over; flipping her hair up sides down, so she was almost bent double and switched the hair dryer on. She knew her bent over ass was in full view of him. She knew he was looking at it, imagining her bent over with his cock sunk deep in her. She knew he would be watching her breasts as they hung in the cups of her bra as she was bent over. Ahh she was an expert tease. She loved it. She wondered if she would feel his hands on her ass, pulling her dress up and tights down, would he shift her knickers to the side and take her like this? A quickie before they went out? Ohh she wished. She was so hot and wet, it even crossed her mind if he could smell her bent over? Nothing happened but she knew he would be sitting there sipping his beer with a rock in his pants. Her hair was dry in about 5 minutes, and she flung her head up, her waist length hair fell back in a crazy mass of wild waves. She caught a glimpse of his jeans, and there was the rock! Ha! His wicked eyes followed her every move. He knew she knew he was rock hard, but he just sat in the chair, with his legs apart, watching her. She leaned over in front of him and looked in the mirror as she topped up her lipstick before they left to meet the others in the bar. She could see him just looking at her in the reflection. She rubbed her lips together to smooth out her lippy and dropped the lid of the lipstick on the floor at his feet. She fell to her knees on the floor to retrieve it. They said nothing. She slowed her movements down, her act of seduction in full force as she looked up at him in the chair with her chin tucked into her chest, emphasising her submissive look, as she sat on her knees on the floor with her lipstick lid in her hand. She slowly sat up off her knees so she was kneeling, and ran her long nailed fingers up the inside of his thighs. He gasped and let out a groan. 'Oh fuck Penny, we so can't do this!' his head tilted back, his eyes closed, wishing she would unzip him and stuff his fat cock in her face and suck him hard until he came, without him doing anything, so at least in his head he could justify it as him not having actively taken part. But she didn't; she just ran her hands up his thighs, over his cock straining in his jeans, and rubbed it through the fabric a few times, leaned on his knees and stood up. He opened his eyes and stared at her standing in front of him. 'Oh Penny, STOP IT! You know fine we can't do anything, as much as I'd love to....' and off he trailed with his reasons and morals. Penny lifted her leg and swung it over his lap and landed on it, like a rider landing in a saddle, she grabbed the back of his neck with her nails, pulled his head forward into her chest, so his nose was practically in her cleavage, and moved her mouth right next to his ear. 'Josh, I know ALL about what we can't do. I haven't done anything to you.' She lightly grinded her pussy mound onto his cock through the layers of fabric as he sat helpless in the chair. He could smell her inviting feminine smell, felt her pussy mound grind on him, teasing him, her hot breath condense in his ear as her hair enveloped his whole head. 'Now, I suggest we go meet everyone like we are supposed to, and have a great fucking night on the town.' With that, Penny dismounted him and pulled him up. 'Pull your t shirt down a bit, think of un sexy thoughts, and by the time we get to the bar, you might have deflated ever so.' And with that, they met with Ben and Debbie who looked a little rosy cheeked, full of smiles and went off for drinks and dinner before the gig. Josh and Penny stayed out of each other's way for most of the night, during the drinks and dinner. The gig was fantastic, everyone was on a high, she had bumped into him at the bar, and they laughed and joked like they were friends who weren't dying to fuck the shit out of each other. Everyone was pretty high and happy on alcohol when they were at the club, dancing, and Penny of course loved to dance, so she was there in the middle of the dance floor attracting loads of attention. Josh stood in the sidelines with the group having a laugh and a joke, watching her dance and the way she moved, and he admired the other women with great tits, but he kept on being pulled back to her. There were a couple of guys showing great interest in her. Why wouldn't they? She was a hot little minx, and their eyes were all over her, and he watched them, and could see they wandered too what it would be like to fuck her. He knew she was feeling hot, what if she went home with one of these guys? Arhhh! No! She wouldn't do that, she wasn't like that! But the thought of her getting fucked stupid by one of these guys flirting away with her on the dance floor didn't sit easy with Josh. He didn't know why, he just didn't understand it. He had a girlfriend for fuck sake! He went to the bar and got a drink, and left Penny to her dancing and got consumed in a conversation with the others. It's true what they say about time flying when you are having fun, and it didn't seem long before Ben and Debbie came looking for Penny and Josh to keep their cover in returning to the hotel. The 4 of them headed off for a cab, and soon they were back at the hotel, getting into their rooms, with exchanges of thanks for room swapping and various dirty comments about making too much noise and waking the whole place up! Penny and Josh were laughing and chatting away about things people had been saying in the conversations they hadn't partaken in and exchanging thoughts and comments about the fantastic gig they had been part of, and their favourite songs, and then there was a realisation that hit that they were alone in the room again together. The truth was they were both exhausted after such a busy day between the train journey and the drinking, and the laughs. They kept their conversation clean, well as clean as they could manage and finished off a final nightcap together before performing normal pre bed activities like cleaning their teeth. Penny was pretty disappointed that he hadn't just pounced on her as soon as the door was closed. The lights went off and they both got undressed at their own ends of the room, joking about if they could hear Ben and Debbie at it like rabbits next door or not, and they climbed into bed, before their eyes had a chance to adjust to the dark of the room. The curtains hung open and the city lights could be seen sprawling for miles, but it was still dark. The sounds of bedcovers being shifted and bodies getting comfortable on mattresses could be heard, and then there was stillness. Penny and Josh both lay there listening to each other breathing as they lay silent in the dark in separate beds. Penny could smell his inviting masculine smell across the room, and began to wish she could be covered by him, his naked body heat, engulfed in that man smell. She wished the stiff rock she felt in his jeans earlier could be pushing at her hot pussy, desperate to get in, and be covered by her, and fuck her, slowly, intensely. Ohhh and the thought of his kiss, those soft lips pressing on her mouth as she gave into him, him holding her face, her head, her hair. Arrrrhhh! Penny's hands drifted slowly south to her parted thighs and she was amazed at how hot and sticky her pussy was. She wondered if Josh had fallen asleep, or if he was lying there too wishing the same things. She thought of his hot stiff cock, raising the covers, she looked over, but couldn't make anything out, she was nearer the window, and his side of the room was black. 'Josh? Are you sleeping?' she purred. 'No, give me a chance will ya!' 'Don't suppose you want to come over here and fuck me stupid do you? I'm so so soooo wet!' The tone of her voice had changed, and Josh could really hear how turned on she sounded. It was the first time he had heard her like this. 'Penny, I am lying here with a rock hard cock, trying with all my might for my body to stay in this bed, PLEASE stop teasing me, it's really not funny.' 'Ohhhh that is so not fair, ohh well, I guess I'll have to take care of myself!' Josh lay perfectly still on his back with his eyes closed tight, this could have easily been a dream, a beautifully erotic dream, a dream most men would love to take part in, but it really was turning out to be a nightmare. He really wanted to go over and taste every inch of her, lick her, suck her, kiss her and fuck her every way he could the whole night, but he was torn by the guilt he would feel if he did. He heard her blankets move, like she was going to get up and come to him, but he didn't hear her get out of bed. He heard her exhale slowly, through pouted lips and start to groan ever so slightly like she was being aroused. He couldn't help it, he had to open his eyes and see what was happening. All he saw was darkness, just for a minute or so as the quiet exhalations and groaning continued. When he turned in her direction, the city lights coming through the window had allowed a perfect shadowy silhouette of Penny in her bed to be formed. He saw her hair, falling off her pillow; her head tilted back, her long eyelashes showing her eyes were closed. Her chin in the air, her nose, and her lips, pouting in the darkness. Her arms, her breasts heavy and round still as she lay on her back with it arched slightly, and her breasts were crowned with the most erect nipples he had ever seen reaching for the ceiling. His eyes followed the curve of her rib cage, onto the soft concaved area where her stomach was, and her hips, apart, with her thighs clearly spread apart, one leg bent at the knee completely doubled up, and the other leg straight out, toes wiggling at the sensation of what she was doing to herself, light from the city twinkling through the spaces in her toes as he saw her hand rock gently backwards and forwards between her legs in perfect time with her heavy breaths and groans. The bed covers were a silhouetted mass of scrumpledness at the bottom of the bed, hanging onto the floor. 'You know Josh..' she spoke in a low husky voice, '..uhhhh, hmmm, it really is a shame...ahhhhhhhhh... that you're not over here right now, ohhhh......with your head between my.... urrrrr....legs, or your stiff...uhhhh.... cock.' The sounds of the wetness between her legs as it enveloped her fingers combined with the noises escaping her mouth of utter pleasure were making the end of his cock drip. That with the visual of this incredibly sensual woman splayed out on a single bed rubbing her hot pussy as he laid there in the same room trying to control himself in the dark was just too much. The dry air of the hotel room began to fill with the moist scent of her arousal. He inhaled deep breaths, thinking he could drink her up through the air and he had been caressing his own cock for a while now, since he heard her noises, and kept on thinking in his head that he should just get out of bed and go to her. His cock was almost pulling him to her as it raged and kicked in his fist. Her moans were getting louder, really pushing him to his limits, seeing how far he would go. Josh wasn't aware that he made any decision, before he knew it, his blankets were on the floor at his feet between the two beds and he had pulled her leg and entire body round, so she lay sideways on the single bed, her head falling off the other side as he pushed her legs apart. Amazingly her hand never moved, he reached out and hammered his fist against the light switch on the wall and the dim sidelight came on, he wanted to see her properly. Her fingers were inside her own pussy rubbing in and out, catching her clit as they went in and out and over her clit in one swift move. He leaned over her and grabber a breast in each hand, pushing them together, and his head plunged down on one, grazing and biting with his teeth and sucking, Penny sucked her breath in sharply. He ran his nose down her body over her belly, and she automatically moved her hand out of the way, allowing him to have full access to her dripping wet pussy. He furiously licked it all over, bearing his teeth, growling, aggressive and urgent after the teasing that he had had to endure from the moment she had stepped onto the train earlier that day. Oh God, she was lush, he buried his head between her legs and tongued her, as if he was sucking the juice from her, digging his fingers into her thighs as they lay splayed with her feet perched on the mattress edge. Penny lay moaning on the bed, amazed at how such a normally gentle creature had turned into a complete animal. It felt so good! He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked hard, licking, Penny was making wild noises and gasping as he did. The sensations she was experiencing were amazing, but she was driven, she needed to feel his cock inside her, she didn't just want to cum, she needed to have him in her. She wanted to cum all over his cock, have her pussy clench and drench all over him. She pushed his head away with her hands and sat up. 'Get on the floor! Now!' She demanded as she sat on the edge of the bed while he knelt on the floor space between the two single beds in the room. She stood up and pushed him backward on top of the mass of bed sheets in a crumples mess that had fallen from both beds in their haste and desire. He did as he was told and she took his cock in her fist, and ran a loosely clenched palm up and down the shaft, feeling it's girth, and mass. She straddled over him as he lay, and manoeuvred his cock between her legs, rubbing his dripping head over her slit and clit, and slowly slid his full length inside her hot tight pussy. Ohh it felt good to have him in her. They both let out a long groan as he watched his cock disappear inside her pussy, her lips devouring every fat inch. Josh was laid there pushing his hips up into her as she sat over him, with her knees on the floor. She started to ride him, thrusting her hips back and forth with his cock deep in her. She flung her head back, arching her back, and her long hair reached all the way down and tickled his balls with each thrust she made. She was savouring the sensation of him inside her, and she so needed to cum, all over him. She leaned forward and big heavy breasts swayed in his face. 'Suck them, play with them!' She was panting and moaning as every word left her lips. He took the heavy pair in his hands and held their full weight as she continued to ride him, and as soon as he sucked her nipple, taking it all in his mouth, with deep long hard sucks, tonguing her nipple at the same time, her breathing changed, and he could feel her pussy swell around him. 'Urhhh, fuck, you're quite a bit of an animal ehh? Hmmmm, urr, I so want to cum all over you, your big, stiff, cock uhhh uhh.' She rode harder panting loudly, her pussy was oozing juice all down his cock and balls, and was clenching onto him, and he felt her hot wet walls spasm and clench all around his cock as she came, pants filled with escaped screams. Penny's eyes were screwed tightly closed, and Josh watched her face as she came, it was such a turn on watching a woman cum. Seeing a normally pretty smiling face, change into some primal animalistic beautifully tortured expression. It took several moments for her to recover from her orgasm, and as soon as she did, she leaned back up, his raging stiff cock still wedged between her pussy, with her juice all over his balls, she moved her feet from under her, and put them flat on the floor. She lifted her hands and slipped them inside the wooden bed frame where the mattress lay at either side of her. Penny slowly lifted her ass off of him, exposing the shaft of his cock from her pussy, his head still inside her, and descended again. Josh looked up at her, into her eyes. 'Oh fuck!' he exclaimed, he knew exactly what she was away to do. Penny continued to hold onto the bed frames with her hands as she pumped up and down on top of his cock, purposefully tightening her pussy around him as she did. It was like having his cock jerked off, but by a hot tight dripping cunt instead of a dry fist. Penny increased her pace, her heavy tits bounced and wet noises of slurping and slapping escaped from between her things, along with the noises from Josh's mouth, like he was on some crazy rollercoaster. He couldn't believe this, it was so immense. He really wanted to fill her up like this, but after the teasing he had had to put up with, if she wanted fucked, he was going to give her fucked. He sat up, pushing her hands out from the bed frame, pushing her back, dismounting her until she was flat on her back. He scooped her legs up in the air until her feet were above her head, and plunged his fat cock back into her, his face in hers, his hands above her head, wrapping his fists around her hair. His full weight on her, she couldn't move, even if she wanted to. Her hips were raised from the floor, and she locked her ankles behind his head to give her some form of stability as he repeatedly stabbed into her with his cock. She felt the tension in her scalp as he entangled his fingers round her hair and was pulling at it as he thrust into her. It was a great feeling. His eyes were at hers staring deep into them as he spoke. 'Look at you, you dirty bitch. Want fucked did you? Ehh? I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. You little tease, rubbing my cock, sitting in my lap, playing with yourself! You dirty little fuck, you and your tight cunt. I'm going to give you the fuck of your life.' He seemed angry, driven and so aggressive, fuelled 100% with desire. Penny felt smug inside, she had gotten what she wanted. His thrusts were hurting a little, he was so hard, and banging into her hard, she was moving against the floor, and her back was on the carpet, not on the scrumpled blankets. He repeatedly pounded into her; wet slapping noises, Josh grunted and bearing his teeth in her face. Penny dragged her nails up and down his arms; she couldn't reach round his back. She growled back at him, triumphant in her victory of getting him to fuck her, succumb to his own morals and be left unable to resist her any longer. He moved her head to the side with her hair still wrapped around his fist, and bit into her neck and was in her ear. 'I'm going to fill you up Penny, dirty, flirty Penny, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, cover your insides with me.' He heaved at her ear, she was clenching her pussy around him the whole time, she was sore, but she still wanted him to want her again and again, so she wanted him to remember this. She felt his teeth sink into her flesh somewhere behind her ear and he groaned out a big long aching groan, and in between her own clenching of her pussy, she felt his cock wrench into her, spewing out cum, after a whole day of teasing him, he finally came, in several long ball wrenching bursts. His hips slamming into hers with each spurt, until he relaxed, spent. Hi face was still buried into her neck, heaving great breaths, and slowly he sat up, allowing her legs to fall. He just looked at her, and said nothing, both of them covered in a film of sweat, from their exertions and the dry hot room of the hotel. Penny lay there looking like a dirty whore, with a red raw cream pie, oozing his cum as her pussy still throbbed from him pounding into her. Her chest heaved and nipples were still pert from the biting they had endured earlier. Josh, thumped the light switch again, so the room fell in darkness, he felt totally drained, totally fucked himself. He fell in a heap beside Penny on the floor and half pulled the scrumpled blankets over, grabbing a couple of pillows. Penny turned her back to him, and felt his soggy cock press into her bum as he scooped her close to him in the dark. He carefully arranged her hair, pulling it off her face, and sorting it so he could have his head in her neck. 'Josh that was mental!' she purred, half asleep. 'I know, you made me fuck you, but I'm glad, it was worth it!' He took a breath in, taking in her newly fucked clammy smell, and kissed her on the neck, pulling her in with his arms. Sleep found them both in seconds. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Penny was sleeping, but stirring. She was aware she was making groaning noises. It was these very noises that had made her stir. She was feeling all fluffy inside, the way she did when she was horny, or being turned on. She could feel the upper part of her body cold, exposed to air, not snug under her duvet with her millions of pillows as she would when she normally woke up. She was asleep on her side, and a big strong hand held her breast cupped in it, with its finger and thumb rolling her nipple firmly. She felt warm and wet between her legs, and when she thought of how warm and wet her pussy felt, she realised that there was something hard and hot wedged inside her, slowly pushing in and pulling out. Ahh it was Josh, she remembered now, being fucked on the floor. She tilted her hips back into the mass behind her letting out a happy pleased moan, and tightened her pussy around him in a warm enveloping mass to welcome him into her. He was nibbling at her neck and rubbing his harsh facial hair against the soft skin around her shoulders as he rode himself into her slowly. She opened her eyes not believing it was morning already, and she was right, in her eyes it was silly o'clock in the morning, not even fully light outside. Josh's soft heavy breaths were at her ear, and he began to speak to her in a whisper. 'Good morning sleeping beautiful, I could feel how wet you were, my stiff cock woke me up, so I didn't think you would mind if I just let myself in.' Penny gasped at the sound of his voice, and purred, moving her body into his as he lay behind her. His hand slid from her breast and Penny edged her free leg over his body as he rode her from behind on their sides. Her upper body almost flat, her hips still tilted, and her leg swung over him. His hand run over her body and soon found her swollen clit. He was rubbing her clit, and could feel his own cock move into her, covered in his own cum from hours beforehand and her own wetness. She sleepily looked into his eyes and smiled. Ohh she loved his eyes, so soft looking, beautiful pale eyes. He smiled back at her as he gently rode her, his cock swollen wedged in her own swollen pussy. He leaned forward, his head leaning on hers and their breaths increased. He lifted his head again, and stared into her eyes, her lips were parted as she breathed through them, and then his face slowly fell to hers, his soft warm lips pressed on hers. Their tongues crept slowly into their mouths as they kissed slowly, like their body movements moved slowly, and his finger moved slowly over her clit, and she clenched onto his cock, slowly, and releasing him slowly. They were completely joined together in every way, riding each other on their sides, on a hotel room floor as the sun started to rise letting its first light creep into the room. Their pace never changed, but the pressure between their legs did, and after a few minutes of the continued languid kissing he felt the cum rise in his balls, but he didn't have an urge to ram his cock into her, this was rather beautiful, feeling her swell around him as he swelled in her, her clit swollen beneath his finger tip, and this prolonged sensual kiss. Whimpers began to escape from her mouth and were lost in his, as her swollen pussy throbbed all around his cock as she came all around him. As her pussy began to spasm, his cock spewed out another load into her and his own moans were lost in their kiss along with her own. Their lips parted and their heads fell onto their pillows as they caught their breaths, and sleep soon found them again, legs wrapped around each other, heads on their pillows, close together on the floor space between the 2 single beds. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* There was a painful sounding noise. A phone ringing, it was hurting her head. 'Arrhh!! Bloody phone!!' Josh and Penny suddenly woke together at the sound of a phone ringing, it was Josh's phone. Ben was ringing. 'Hey! What's up Ben...breakfast?!? ...yeah we will be down....errr.....we have both been sound asleep, we stayed up late drinking beer when we got back to the room, thought the pair of you would have also overslept!! HAHA you pair of dirty bastards!' Give us what, say 40 minutes and we will give you a knock when we are good to go!, OK! Laters.' 'Fuck, what time is it?' Penny scrumpled her hair in her hands above her head, looking half asleep and not feeling too pleased about being rudely awoken. 'Time we were getting ready for breakfast, it's well past 9!' Josh said. 'We both better get in the shower you!' Josh said looking at Penny, she looked like a little slut, sat in a heap on sheets on the floor, make up from last night still on and her hair all over the place. Penny looked up at him; he was naked, smiling at her, pleased with what they had been up to the night before. 'I am going to be smelling you for days. I'm oozing your cum all over these sheets that I am sitting on, and the second I stand up, it will be all down my legs!' 'Yup, that's what you get for being a cock tease, you little minx! Cummon, let's get in the shower, we need to hurry up.' Josh held out his hand to help her up, he wanted her in the shower with him; he wanted to see his cum run down her thighs. She stood up taking the sheets around her, her long dark hair hung in a mess; her big heavy breasts swayed as they made their way to the bathroom, Josh turned the shower on. They both climbed in and she stood under the steamy jets until her hair was wet through, he admired her heavy breasts as water cascaded all over them and rushed off the end of her hard nipples. He saw his cum run down her thighs, being carried away with the water running from her hair, her makeup slid a little more. She filled her hair with shampoo, and Josh took his hands in her soapy head and massaged her head as they swapped places so he could stand under the water. He worked her hair on top of her head, until she became some foamy Medusa. His cock was growing as he massaged and felt her head push its weight into his hands. It felt good to have someone else wash her hair. 'Penny do you know you have a massive friction burn on your spine?' He traced his fingers over the burn, and Penny grimaced, he moved his mouth into her soapy neck and kissed her neck, and slowly worked his way down her back, kissing the burn, and continuing his way southward, massaging her skin with his soapy hands. She tilted her head back so water could fill her hair, and flow from her head in soapy waves over her body. He was kneeling in the shower behind her, his face at her arse, massaging her bum cheeks. He watched traces of his cum trickle down her thighs. 'I can see and smell my cum on you, you dirty, dirty girl!' He stood up and she smiled a dirty smile at him, and shifted place with him to rinse out her hair. As the water flushed the shampoo from her mane, she got a handful of shower gel and started to firmly massage it all over his body, over his chest, back, and massaged the gel into his body in circular motions, over his ass, over his stiffening cock, the inside of legs, and all the way down his legs until she reached his feet. She worked her way back up again until she was standing, and satisfied her hair was shampoo free, filled it with conditioner, working it through her hair. She moved him under the water, and looked down at his rock hard cock. She filled her own hands again full of the shower gel and worked it over her body, rubbing her heavy tits in circular motions letting them fall from her grip in a soapy sodden mess. Josh couldn't help, but help her out washing her heavy soapy tits. She soaped between her legs, and washed away all the cum that was left, and slowly fell to her knees, taking his cock between her soapy tits, letting him have the visual of her being knelt in front of him in a steamy shower, with makeup sliding down her face and his cock surrounded by her big tits, it's raging head appearing under her chin. She released him from her breasts, he was standing in the shower, the water running from his body onto her and she knelt, his chest was heaving, he knew what she wanted to do. She let the water rinse the soap from his cock, and she took it in her hand and slid in into her hot mouth. The sensation of his cock buried into her hot mouth as the water rushed over his body and fell over her face, forcing the makeup to slide was very hot. He couldn't believe how she would do anything it seemed. She gazed up at him through a haze of steam. 'Josh, fuck my face will you, I want to feel your cock fuck my mouth.' Her tongue worked its way slithering all over him, sucking her cheeks in, her lips puffed up around him. Her hands massaged his balls as he stood. They didn't have much time; their friends were waiting on them. He took her face in her hands and began to fuck her face. He pumped his cock fast into her mouth and stared into her eyes as he pumped. Saliva was leaking out the sides of her mouth; water was going in her eyes with her makeup. She closed her eyes as he pumped harder and harder, her nose ever closer to his wet pubes. The sensation of the shower water running over him and his cock pumping into her beautiful mouth was amazing. He knew how this would end. He knew she would drink his spunk, but he had other plans, he pounded her mouth, felt the cum rise in his balls, and as his balls wrenched to fill her mouth with his cum, he pulled out, and watched his cum land on her face, over her eye lids, on her lips. A stream of cum landed on her bottom lip and dripped down onto her chin as the water fell over her face. He rubbed his throbbing cock end into a stream of cum on her cheek, and she took his cock back in her mouth and sucked the last droplets from him, before he pulled out, him too sensitive to handle it any more. 'I need to wash my face!' Penny smiled at him, cum stuck to her skin. Her eyes still clenched tightly closed, filled with makeup and stinging. She stood up and changed places with him, rinsing the conditioner from her hair, and cleansing her face with her face wash. They got out the shower, laughing and smiling, and touching each other, and hurried to get ready for breakfast. It occurred to them they were probably fucking more than their mutual friends across the hallway. They made it to breakfast; feeling a bit odd, the elevator journey down was a bit on the weird side. Josh and Penny aware their friends had been fucking all night, but they themselves had to keep it secret, their own efforts of the night. Penny and Debbie filtered off to get breakfast together, Penny was bursting to tell her what she had been up to, but sat and made her friend do all the talking to avoid saying anything. Their chat continued off on the plans for the rest of the day. Shopping, drinking and more fun with everyone had been planned. It was on the agenda that everyone was to meet in a rock bar for lunch and an entire afternoon and evening of drinking and laughs, like they had all done back in the day, when they would start drinking in the afternoon and carry on to a club. It had been ages since any of them had done this, so everyone was looking forward to it. Penny and Debbie hit the shops as did the rest of them in their own little groups. Penny was looking for something new to wear out that night, and she knew she was looking for something to make Josh's eyes pop out of his head so they could fuck even more that night, before heading home to real life the next day. Penny shopped like a woman possessed; she loved shoes, boots and unusual clothes that no one else would even think about wearing. Underwear was her other favourite thing. She really did think that as long as you were wearing nice lingerie and some fantastic footwear, it really didn't matter what else you were wearing. The whole shopping trip Debbie chattered on about her night with Ben, every conversation and action remembered with great detail and spilled out to her confidant. Penny listened intently, smiling, her friend thinking it was because of what she had been up to, but the reality was Penny was making comparisons and thinking that if it were a competition, Josh and her would have 1st prize already. In a lingerie shop, Penny spotted a fantastic basque, black, laced with silver stitched detail, as soon as she saw it, she knew she could wear it out as was; it would conceal her big breasts but be a little rock chick slutty all at the same. Knee boots, fantastic leather stiletto knee boots with silver buckles down the sides, pointed toes. Fuck Me Boots. The girls headed back to the room to get ready to go out for the day, filled up with loads of coffee's consumed on their trip and high on good times and laughs, it was time to get ready. Penny got back to her room as was pleased that the maids had been in and changed all the spunky bed sheets that she had left in the bath when they had left for breakfast. She showered again to wash away her shopping trip, ready to do her face up for a marathon session out. Showers. They were brilliant, the sensation of being completely hugged by warm water, she could stay in one forever. She could still smell Josh's spunk between her legs and figured she would for days. She chuckled at the thought of how filthy they had been, and still couldn't believe what they had done. His spunk on her face in this very shower hours beforehand! Dirty Slut! It occurred to her that in the many many years she had known him, they had never even come close to doing anything like this, not even a stray hand or look that made her think twice about his intentions. What a pity! She left the confines of the shower, flung on a fluffy robe and padded out into the room to get ready. She sat and admired her pretty face in the mirror, her hair pinned up out of the way, rolled up in the braid that she had put in after her morning shower with Josh. The shit eating smile crept over her face again and she giggled! Ha! She made herself up with great ease, framing her beautiful olive green eyes with thick black liner and heavy black shadow, and emphasising her long lashes with several coats of mascara. She loved her eyes, always had done. She considered them one of her most attractive features. She lined her lips with a dark liner and glossed them in a pale flesh coloured gloss, to make her eyes stand out even more. She was just adding the final touches to her face and spraying on some perfume when the room door opened and in walked Josh heavy laden with his own shopping bags. 'Hello Lover!' Penny purred and giggled. 'Hello Lover!' Josh giggled back, a glint never far from his eyes. 'Have you been in the shower AGAIN! Suppose my spunk is still oozing out of you is it? Ha! You dirty dirty girl!' He walked up behind her sitting at the dresser and spoke with her reflection. She stood up and turned to him, still all robed up. His smile was spread across his face and his hands automatically reached for her, around her waist and he manoeuvred her round, they were staring at each other, both smiling. 'You look gorgeous Penny; your eyes are really something else!' She blushed, she always found it hard someone paying her flattering compliments, but she knew he was telling the truth! She smiled up at him and thanked him. He leaned into her, pushing her back on the bed, sliding his hand into her robe, feeling her soft warm skin under his palm. She felt so good, so feminine, curvy, and sensual, he wanted her again. She lay on the bed, and his head came crashing in on hers as he kissed her. His soft lips slid at the contact with her lip gloss, and his tongue met hers. Ohh the feeling of him on top of her was amazing; she loved his manly presence above her, and his soft lips kissing her. She was devouring him wrapping her bare legs around his clothed body, getting wet at the thought of being ridden by him all over again. 'Hmmm Josh, we can't, we need to get out of here, as hungry as I am for you and your cock, we need to get a move on, I need food! We will have plenty time for this when we get back later!' 'Penny I want you now! I've been wandering around shops with thoughts of my cock buried deep in you for the last 3 hours, no fair!' He knew she was right, a quickie now would have been great, but saving it for later meant it would be fantastic. He released her and pulled her to her feet. I suppose I should go freshen up myself! He vanished into the bathroom. Penny flung on her lingerie, cupping her beautiful breasts into the cups carefully, and pulled on a pair of skin tight blue jeans, that clung to her curvy frame, emphasising her big ass. She tied a thin silk black shirt in a knot at her waist hiding the lingerie she had purchased that day underneath, and pulled on her new Fuck Me Boots. She was standing in front of the mirror in the room unravelling her braided hair into a mass of her lovely wild waves when he emerged from the bathroom wearing a new shirt, smelling of fine cologne man smells. Penny really did love man smells, it made a change from the man smells between her legs. He smiled at her and shook his head as they opened the room door to the awaiting Ben and Debbie. Lunch time it was. They headed off into town to the rock cafe bar and got seated with the rest of the crowd, and separated themselves at opposite ends of the table, so people wouldn't get any clue about their recent activities. It was a great afternoon, drinks flowing and many laughs were had, it was a really relaxed time. Josh and Penny kept catching each other's glances and glinting smiles, fuck he was great looking guy, she thought this even more so now she had fucked him, and seen another side to him. The group shifted amongst each other, and eventually Penny and Josh were sitting next to one another. They were a little drunk, and it only seemed natural that he should slip his hand around her while they sat. He had taken it into his head that he was living some parallel reality and while he was away he was in another world. Penny seemed surprised by his actions, knowing fine he would want to keep their little unions to themselves. The way they were sitting behind a table, no one would have really seen, or been sober enough to register. His hand slowly massaged her lower back firmly, it felt really nice, she just wanted to flop back into him and let him devour her, but she knew it would have to wait. She ran her hand up his thigh under the table and felt his cock straining in his jeans again, like she had done the first afternoon in the hotel room. She would have happily fallen under the table on her knees and stuffed him in her mouth if she could have. She was almost not enjoying herself. It was as if she wanted the night to be over already and for them to be back in the room, naked and fucking each other stupid. Penny knew as soon as they were in the club she would feel better; she could dance and try and stay clear of Josh. It really was a nightmare, if she had her way she would be perched on his knee with her arms wrapped round his head, kissing him right there and then; whispering complete slutty things in his ear. Eventually they were off to the club, much later in the day from when they had arrived at the bar, and the loud music instantly lifted Penny and she just wanted to dance. She was a bit drunk, in a happy controlled way. The first drinks were on the table, and the group gathered round, and Penny pulled off her silk shirt to reveal the basque she had concealed under it all night. Fuck, she looked hot, her big tits practically on show to the world, her small waist, her big ass, her masses of wild hair, saucy inviting eyes, and her Fuck Me Boots. Heads turned to stare at her, she knew it, but the only head she was checking on was Josh's. His eyes were hanging out of his head along with his tongue, along with several other guys in the place. He seen them all checking her out and wanted to shout at the top of his lungs..' Yeah you dirty fuckers, she's mine, I'm fucking her, so you can all look as much as you want, it's my cock that will be making her cum later on! Ha, look at you all drooling over her, yes I know I am a lucky bastard, you can tell me to my face, I know I'm a lucky bastard, suckers! Yup, she's all MINE!' The thing is, she wasn't 'his' and when the thought hit him, it hit him like a punch in the guts. Penny was off dancing with the girls, having a blast to some old songs they hadn't heard in years. Josh was standing at the bar waiting to be served when another of their group, Martin came to the bar too. 'Hey Josh, what you drinking, I'll get it!' 'Cheers dude, a beer would be great!' 'Ohh my fucking god, have you seen Penny.... stupid question, I think the whole club have seen her with that top on, fuck, I'd give my left nut to have a go at her between the sheets! You haven't, have you Josh?' He was totally taken aback by this comment, and just looked at Martin with a perplexed look. 'Well you, with a reputation for having fucked every female with a pulse back in the day; you never did fuck her did you?' 'NO!! Never! I can't remember even trying to be honest.' Josh replied 'No way! You stun me Josh! But seriously, isn't she hot, is she seeing anyone?' 'Yeah Penny has always been something else, and I have no idea if she is seeing anyone right now, but if she was he'd be the luckiest bastard alive I think.' Josh had to turn away and swig his beer to hide the Cheshire Cat grin that involuntarily covered his face. It wasn't the only time he heard comments like that through the course of the evening. There was about an hour and a half to go before the club closed when he followed her to the toilet, and caught her outside the door. He didn't say anything to her, just pinned her up the wall and started to devour her, kissing her, his hands all over her top and her breasts. She responded back, rubbing his cock through his jeans and clenching his tight arse in her hands. She peered over his shoulder to check no one was watching. 'We have got to get out of here, can you not say you have a sore head or something, or that you're tired, Ben's been asking me to leave early with him so he can go and fuck Debbie stupid all night.' Penny just looked up into his beautiful eyes, breathless, and horny. 'OK, let's go!'

Bedroom Windows Ch. 02

At 6:30am the alarm woke Jennifer Bracken from an incredibly refreshing sleep. The sunlight spread across her bed and warmed her body. As she lay there she recalled the events of the previous night. She still had a hard time believing that she had purposely stripped, oiled her body and masturbated in plain sight of the boy who cut her grass. Nineteen year old Tommy had seen her as no other man had. Not even her husband Mark had seen her make herself cum. At 12:30 Tommy Willis's mother yelled at him to get out of bed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He too, thought of last night. Images of lovely Ms Bracken's oiled naked body laying on the bed, hips bucking in the throws of an intense orgasm. An erection rose quickly. He fought the urge to jack off. He wanted to be fully charged for tonight. Opening the nightstand drawer he pulled out a baggie with small vial inside. It was a vile of firsts. The first chance to touch and kiss a bare breast, slide a tongue between pussy lips and taste, and the feel of them wrapped tightly around his cock. For the first time his load would end up where it was supposed to be. He shook the sleepiness out of his head, got dressed without showering and headed out to Burger King to cook fries for the next 6 hours. It would take forever to become nightfall. Jennifer sat behind her computer monitor barely able to concentrate the entire day. One minute she felt stupid and perverse for her actions and the next minute she wanted to slide her fingers inside her panties. She couldn’t figure out what turned her on about being watched. Its not like she wanted to become a stripper or anything. Later that day she found her answer. From her cubicle she had been observing the office when one of the new young interns came into the office with some papers and stepped into her manager Lou's office. Missy, A pretty girl, she beamed proudly as she placed the papers on his desk and proceeded to point out some things on the papers. Lou, a forty-something man looked at the numbers and then something else. Although her vantage point was twenty feet away, Jennifer watched as the Lou's gaze turned from the papers to Missy's chest. Dressed conservatively her blouse still gapped as she leaned and Lou was taking a good long gaze down her shirt at her hanging titties. Moments after Missy left his office, he closed his door for five minutes. It was then when she realized what a thrill it was for guys to see what they weren’t supposed to see, and it was thrilling her to let them see. Well Tommy anyway. It was 9:30pm and Mark had just left, as usual. Jennifer had already confirmed Tommy's presence via a pair of binoculars from the darkened guestroom. She could easily see his movements in the cramped treefort. She was already wet. She had also opened the second french door in the bathroom, giving a better view for Tommy. For some reason she even cleaned up the room and vacuumed. It was all her nervous energy. Barely able to contain himself Tommy tried to remain calm. From his perch he watched Mark leave and knew the show was coming. As soon as her tea was done in the microwave he would slip in his potion while she was still in the shower. He was glad to see that Jennifer didn’t leave the house tonight and things seemed normal again. As always, his heart jumped when the bedroom light came on. He was pleasantly surprised to see both bathroom doors open. He watched as Jennifer pulled out a bag from next to the bed. God, she was gorgeous, perfect tan lines, beautiful smile, sexy walk. She dumped some clothes onto the bed and picked up a tiny top. Tommy smiled, "Bikini's, nice!." For the next 15 minutes he watched without blinking as the lovely Ms. Bracken stripped off her clothes and tried on at least five different suits. "You're killing me here Ms. B" he murmured as he fought off the incredible urge to jerk off. The last bikini was the smallest by far and Jennifer seemed to be concerned about some hair showing. She stripped off the suit and disappeared into the bathroom. Jennifer leaned back against the bathroom wall out of view of the window. Her fingers went right to her clit. She knew Tommy had to have cum already, his load splattering against the treefort walls. Her knees trembled as she quickly came. Quickly regaining her composure she opened the shower door and grabbed her razor and shave gel. Then back in view of the window, she sat on the edge of the tub, spread her legs slightly and began applying the gel to the edges of her pubic hair. Once again Tommy found himself blown away by Jennifer. He zoomed in as best he could, watching every small careful stroke of the razor. When Jennifer put one foot up on the tub edge for better access he could swear he could see her pussy lips part slightly. When she was done she had left only a narrow strip of hair above her slit. "I hope you don’t mind if the pussy examiner takes a closer look at that later? I didn't think so." HE laughed to himself. Jennifer stood up and admired her work. She fought the urge to look at the window as she knew eyes were trained on her. She wondered if he had cum a second time. Wrapping a towel around her she went downstairs and popped her tea cup in the microwave and headed back up to shower. Under the steaming beads of water Jennifer made herself cum again. She had done her job well, she knew she had satisfied her voyeur. Or so she thought. She hardly gave it a second thought that the microwave clock showed 10:05 rather than 'DONE' as it usually read when finished. By the time she thought about again in a minute she couldn’t be sure what it had read. She shrugged her shoulders and picked up the phone and dialed her sister. As she spoke she cleaned up the kitchen and closed and locked the sliding door. The warm breeze had felt nice blowing through the house. Tommy watched and waited. When she locked the sliding door that he had used to get in the kitchen he smirked. "Don't forget about the back garage door. I think somehow it unlocked itself." As Jennifer chatted with her sister her mood about her actions changed and she again felt slutty and swore to herself that this couldn’t possibly go on. She soon finished her call and her tea and sat on her couch clutching her robe closed tightly and wished Mark was home. She also began to feel funny. She headed upstairs and sat down on her bed. Maybe she'd just close her eyes for a few minutes until the dizziness passed. Tommy watched her as she lay back on the bed. When thirty excruciating minutes passed without the slightest movement he slowly climbed down the tree. His knees were shaking, his cock was hard. When the alarm went off at 6:30am Jennifer woke with a start. She had a slight headache but more than that she had a weird feeling about her. Her body tingled and she rubbed herself all over. When her hand reached her pussy she realized it felt like it was, crusty. She pulled off her panties and sat up. The little hair that she had left on her mound was matted down. It was as though Mark was home and had fucked her. She put on her robe and called for Mark. There was no answer. She took a long hot shower to wake herself up. Maybe she had masturbated before going to sleep. She couldn't remember. When she finished drying off she went back to the bedroom to get dressed for work. As she stepped into the bedroom she looked down and froze in her tracks. Indented in the freshly vacuumed carpet were large sneaker footprints. She only noticed them because the low angle of the sun through the window gave even the tinniest ridges a shadow. That's when she realized that Tommy Willis had been in the room. Somehow he had snuck into the house, drugged her, stripped her, took out his fat cock and fucked her. Tommy sat in front of his computer and began to download images to his screen. Images of pretty, perfectly tanned, innocent Jennifer Bracken filled the screen. At first dressed, then an agonizingly slow sequence of clothing removal. Eventually full screen images of Jennifer totally naked appeared. Close ups of her face, her tits, her ass and finally her cunt. He took at least two dozen shots of her pussy, spreading her legs wide for some, his finger inserted for another. Tommy couldn’t help but whack off. Jennifer didn't mention a thing to Mark as they spent their brief 15 "Hi I’m home," "Hi I gotta leave" minutes in the morning. She knew she would get no work done today. As Tommy watched the images scroll by on his screen he replayed last nights scenario in his head. He remembered how beautiful Jennifer looked, how peaceful, how innocent. All aggressiveness was gone. After he had removed all her clothes and photographed every inch of her body he stripped and lay next to her. He felt big and fat seeing his bloated white body next to her trim fit figure. He knew he would never have a girl like this so he was going to enjoy it now. Jennifer had never budged when he had massaged her tits and then sucked on them. He spent forever kissing every square inch of flesh. He spread her legs and clumsily licked her pussy, noting how her titties jiggled slightly with any movement. Tucked away in her cubicle Jennifer sat in disbelief of what must have happened. This had gotten so far out of hand it was scary. She pictured Tommy's large body on top of her pumping away until he released his load inside of her. Jennifer sat ashamed at the fact that she was now wet with excitement. The image returned again and again. Tommy's hardon wilted slightly when he thought of how long it took him to get his cock inside her and when he had worked it in he had starting cumming before he even got a chance to fuck. His smile returned as well as the stiffness to his cock when he thought how easily it slipped inside her twenty minutes later. How incredible it was to fuck someone. As he thought of his two loads inside her he was about to cum. "What the fuck are you doing?, you little shit" It was Tommy's older brother Jake home unexpectedly. Being quite muscular he easily tossed Tommy out of his seat. "What have we got here?" He began flipping through the images on the screen. Jennifer's rational seemed all but lost. How could she not be freaked out by what happened? Why was she turned on? She put herself in Tommy's shoes. If seeing her naked would cause such a thrill how incredibly exhilarating it must have been for him to have fucked her. Even as she sat there some of his cum was still inside her. It felt so good to feel so dirty. She only wished she could have watched it. At the same moment her phone rang. Five minutes later she hung up the phone. Mark had just informed her that his dad would be coming the next day for a short visit. He would of course be bringing Bently, his intimidating but brainless Rotweiler. She sighed as she knew that would be the end of Tommy's nightly viewing as Bently liked to sleep outside. That was okay she thought, she had taken this far too deep and this would be a quick and easy end to it. Her thoughts turned to Tommy. Again she wished she could have watched it. Then a terribly wicked idea formed in her pretty little head. She still had one more night. But would Tommy be coming back again? It was 9:30 and Mark kissed her goodbye. She reassured him that his dad's visit was fine, he was a nice old man and she'd feel safer with ol Bently around. Mark smiled and left. Jennifer slowly climbed the stairs and turned on the bedroom light. Stepping out of the sight of the window she walked to the closet. She had already placed the video camera on the upper shelf. Reaching up she pressed the record button. The image of her bed flashed on the view screen. She adjusted the picture and zoomed in slightly. Carefully then she placed some clothes around it, virtually hiding it from sight. Her mind was running like a freight train. She still had many chances to change her mind. She popped her cup in the microwave and looked at the screen door. She left it unlocked. Maybe he wasn’t even here tonight. As she stepped in the shower she knew he was. Was she really going to allow this to happen? She had never been into sex that much and was always looked upon as the good girl, but she had to see his look, his reaction, his pure enjoyment that he got from using her body. She loved that phrase, using her body. As Jennifer approached the microwave she knew he'd been there. The microwave read 9:58 instead of DONE. She didn’t call her sister, just took out the cup, sat down at the table and looked at it. Five minutes later, it was empty. At first she thought that maybe there wasn’t anything in it, but when she stood up a wave of dizziness fell over her. At that moment she panicked. She had to make it upstairs, if she passed out down here he might just fuck her on the couch. The dizziness passed for a moment and she quickly made it upstairs. She wanted to look sexy as hell without looking slutty. The best way would be to lay a pair of old pajamas on the bed as though she was going to wear those but never had a chance to put them on. She knew Tommy would get a kick out of the tiny thong panties and cropped tee-shirt she wore under her robe. She laid down on the bed and smiled knowing that she couldn’t turn back now if she tried. She fell asleep thinking about what she might see on the tape. It would be nothing that she had ever expected. She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her. It was Mark. She looked at the clock. It was 7:30, she had slept through the alarm. He laughed and said he could tell she was tired as she had never even gotten her pj's on. "I think you've been drooling too." He then said something about being starving and was going to eat something while she showered. She watched as he stepped out of the room. The next thing she noticed was the pain. Her tits hurt, her thighs hurt, her pussy hurt and god her ass burned. What had Tommy done to her? She staggered out of bed and stumbled to the closet. She popped out the tape and hid in the pocket of an old winter coat. She then shut the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror. A thick crusty white streak ran from the corner of her mouth down her neck. She then removed her robe and massaged her breasts. Her nipples were red and sore. As she looked downwards she almost cried out when she saw the large bruises on the inside of her thighs. Again her bush was matted and tiny white streaks ran down her leg. She quickly got the shower going and cleaned herself. By lunchtime she felt better although it was a little uncomfortable sitting. As the day wore on she became more and more curious of what was on the tape. At some point Mark called and said he was heading out to the train station to pick up Dad. Jennifer quickly replied that she was getting out early and would meet them home later. At 3pm Jennifer shut off the car and flew up the stairs to the bedroom. Mark would be at least an hour so yet. She pulled out the tape and popped it in the VCR. She pulled off her pants, blouse and bra and laid back on the bed. Zipping past the beginning she got to the part where she fell asleep. Her fingers were already in her wet pussy as she prepared to watch herself get raped. What the hell had happened to her? After 5 minutes of watching herself sleeping she began to zip in short bursts until she saw something enter the frame. It was Tommy alright. He sat on the bed next to her and opened her robe. He leaned over and kissed her belly. He then lifted her tiny crop top up exposing her titties. He then leaned over and began sucking them, his hand cupping her pussy. Jennifer watched transfixed as the surreal scene unfolded on the TV. She had to pull her hand away from herself as not to cum just yet. Tommy then slowly and carefully pulled down her panties and then licking his fingers he spread her lips and rubbed her clit. He then stood up and took off his pants. His stocky legs were sunburnt below the knee and white as milk above. She could see his short fat cock standing at attention. He then kneeled on the bed between her spread legs and shortly thereafter he was laying on her, fucking her. Her body seemed to disappear beneath him, only her tanned legs and arms were visible under the disgusting, rocking mound of flesh. Jennifer’s fingers were deep inside her again in anticipation of his orgasm. It was so hard to believe that that body was on top of her just last night. She heard him moaning and watched as came inside her. Jennifer came too, moaning loudly herself. Then something odd occurred. Tommy climbed off of her, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiped her pussy clean, put her panties back on, pulled down her shirt and closed her robe. He then got up and a second later shut off the light. Her pussy still tingled and she continued to rub it slowly as she tried to make sense of the scene. It was such as slow gentle fuck it couldn’t have left those marks, not to mention the pain. Something else must have happened. She zipped through forty five minutes of blackness when suddenly the light flicked back on again. Jennifer almost dropped the controller. Tommy had walked in the room, but was followed by someone else. Someone larger, well tanned and muscular. Then she heard his voice. "Fuckin unbelievable!" The larger boy she barely recognized as Tommy's older brother Jake who had accompanied him the first day last year. She watched Jake walk over to the bed next to her. "You sure the bitch ain’t gonna wake up?" Tommy replied softly. "No, not a chance." Jake undid her robe and flipped it open revealing Jennifer’s scantily clad body. "holy Shit! She's fuckin smokin!" He then turned and grabbed Tommy's shirt collar. "You sure you didn’t fuck her tonight?" Tommy replied meekly, "no, no I didn't." "Good, now get the fuck outta here!" He shoved Tommy out the door. "And make sure there's a cold beer for me later!" What followed on the tape, Jennifer could hardly believe. Jake began exploring her body, stripping her naked. He grabbed her tits and began pinching her nipples. "Nice nips, but they could be bigger fer sure." Jennifer winced as she watched him pinch and pull at her tits. After exploring her body for a few minutes Jake pulled off his shorts revealing a rather large cock. For a moment Jennifer marveled at his naked body. Then she watched as he pulled her head to the side of the bed put his cock to her lips. "How about a little taste of cock, babe?" He laughed. He positioned her body on her back and placed a pillow behind her head. Jennifer then watched in horror fascination as he mounted her chest, opened her mouth and began to face fuck her. A few minutes later he climbed off her upset. "Goddammit bitch I hope you suck better when you're awake" He then spit on his fingers and started finger fucking her hard. "But I'll bet you're still a good fuck!" He then put her ankles on his shoulders and his cock at her hole. Again Jennifer watched her body disappear, her tiny feet pointing to the ceiling. For the next ten minutes he pounded relentlessly into her until finally with a loud grunt he pulled out of her and crawled up to her face. Kneeling above her face he stroked his cock hard with his right hand and held her mouth open with the left. He then began spraying cum into her mouth and on her face. "Mmmm, tastes good huh?." He wiped his cock clean on her lips then left her spread eagled on the bed as he left the room. Jennifer had already cum twice more as she watched the brutal pounding she got. Never had she been fucked so hard, how good that must have felt. She had a feeling it wasn't over yet. She was right. She zipped for twenty minutes until Jake re-appeared. After tugging on her tits again he rolled her over and pulled her back on her knees so her ass stuck up into the air. Jennifer refused to believe what she thought he was going to do. Using some her own lotion he got from the dresser he began to work his finger inside her ass. He then put some lotion on his cock and then slowly worked it into her ass. Jennifer had of course never been ass fucked, never even let Mark go near there, it was just not right. Now she watched aghast as Jake had a grip on her hips and was plunging his cock into her tiny hole. Fortunately he came quickly and again let her limp body alone on the bed like a rag doll. A few minutes later Tommy came in, cleaned her up, dressed her and put her in bed. She heard him whisper, "I'm really sorry about that." He then kissed her cheek and left. Jennifer had no time to think about things as Mark was due home soon. She was glad now for the company as she became frightened of what might happen next. She didn’t want to get drugged again and thought Jake might come back with friends and rape her whether she was asleep or not. She liked how she made Tommy's fantasy come true and even though it got her off watching Jake fuck the shit out of her, it didn't turn her on in the same way. Jake was violent, Tommy was innocent. That night, since Mark was home Jennifer gave him a surprise. As usual he was dead tired but she was hot so she went down on him and sucked his cock greedily as never before. She had never let him cum in her mouth before so he was shocked when he moaned he impending orgasm and tried to pull out. Jennifer just sucked harder and let the hot streams of cum fill her mouth. She wondered what Mark would think if he knew only 24 hours before her mouth was filled with someone else's cum. The next few days were nice. Bently spent most of the time outside and would bark at anything. She knew Tommy had been scared off the first night when Bently went nuts barking on the end of his rope. Maybe some other time Tommy she thought to herself, maybe not. Tommy didn't seem so innocent anymore. Mark's dad Henry was nice too, shy, friendly, soft spoken. Always had something nice to say about Jennifer. At 67 he had been a widower for a ten years and Jennifer can only remember once meeting a wrinkled old woman friend of his. She felt sorry for him. Did men his age want women their own age or did they still crave young women? Jennifer recalled the events in her office with Missy and her manager. She began to wonder if given the opportunity would Henry take a quick peek down her shirt. She knew she had the power to give the old man a chance to see a fresh young body, nude. She knew just how wrong that was but oh how the tempting thought overpowered her the next few days. She knew she would give in. *Continued in Chapter 3??? You tell me if it should.*

Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 02

*Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his help and suggestions. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 02: The Next Seduction Gavin smiled as he walked into the school. Things had been going so well with his seduction of Catherine. As the days turned into weeks Catherine and Gavin's relationship grew even more intense. They were inseparable, spending as much time together as they could. When they weren't together they spent hours talking on the phone or texting each other. He had turned the virgin into an adventurous lover. He also did his best to make her feel like the most special girl in the universe. One night they were going on a movie date. The couple always met in public because they didn't want their parents to know they were dating. When Catherine arrived at the theater Gavin took in the sight. She looked absolutely sensational. She was wearing a black mini skirt that fell to mid-thigh, black heels, and a midriff-baring green top that made her breasts look fantastic on her slender frame. Catherine picked the movie. She had chosen the newest romantic movie showing at their local theater. After getting the required bucket of popcorn, candy, and sodas they selected seats in the back of the theater. Gavin soon had his arm around Catherine and she laid her head against his shoulder, slipping both arms around his torso, cuddling close. Halfway through the movie there was the inevitable sex scene. Gavin watched the scene as he held Catherine, smelling her intoxicating perfume. He got aroused and decided to push Catherine's boundaries. He grabbed Catherine's hand and moved it to his lap. Catherine gasped as she felt his thickening cock through his pants. "Squeeze it," Gavin demanded. A month ago Catherine wouldn't have done it. But now she was infatuated with Gavin and she would do almost anything to please him. So she grabbed his huge cock and gave it several squeezes, which only made him grow more erect. "You know what to do," Gavin whispered. Without a word Catherine started to unbutton his jeans. She slipped her hand beneath the hem of Gavin's boxers and felt his hard cock. Gavin took in a heavy breath and shivered lightly when Catherine grasped his shaft. Her hand felt warm as she very slowly gave him a few strokes. He loved that he could make her do this. Catherine cuddled closer against Gavin's side, pivoting her body toward him to gain better access to his crotch. She continued to slowly stroke her hand up and down his length, occasionally letting her long fingernails drag along the soft underside of his immense pole. Gavin looked around. The theater wasn't very crowded. There were just a few people sitting several rows in front of them. Gavin realized noone would have a view of his lap unless they were sitting in the same row as them. He leaned in and kissed Catherine. As he broke the kiss he whispered, "It's okay baby. No one can see us. So please continue." Catherine felt excited by the fact she was stroking her boyfriend in a movie theater. Opening his pants further and pushing the elastic band of his boxers down, Catherine freed Gavin's cock. "Make me cum," Gavin moaned. "We'll make a mess," Catherine whispered back. "No, you'll just have to swallow. Now start jerking me off," Gavin grinned. Catherine felt herself become aroused by being naughty in public. Her hand pumped Gavin's long shaft with a steady pace. To any casual onlookers they would appear a young couple in love curled into a cuddling embrace. But Catherine's small fist was working Gavin's hard cock sliding up and down his length with smooth and slick pumps. Catherine felt how it throbbed in her hand and decided to tease her powerful lover, "Are you getting close, baby? Do you want me to suck on it? It's so big, I can't take much of you but your cock-head looks so yummy. Want me to suck on it like a lollipop?" Gavin loved Catherine's new attitude. He loved that she was talking dirty while her hand was stroking him faster and faster. He was so close. Catherine could also feel it in Gavin's cock, the way it pulsed in her hand. He was so hard it felt like she was holding a thick rod of steel. Pre-cum leaked from his tip continuously which she used to further lubricate his shaft. Gavin's cock throbbed with arousal. He could feel his orgasm sitting at the base of his shaft waiting for Catherine's mouth. Catherine took one quick glance around, making sure no one was paying attention to them, before her head disappeared below the tops of the seats. She had been practicing since their first lovemaking and she had learned that she could take about a third of Gavin's length into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. She didn't dare take any more for fear of choking and making too much noise. She began to stroke the remaining portion of his shaft with both hands, milking Gavin into her mouth. Gavin grunted and had to cover his mouth with a palm to keep from moaning in absolute pleasure at the release. His cock heaved, pushing his cum into Catherine's mouth with every stroke of her hands. Catherine kept up with her jacking motion drawing the cum out of Gavin's cock. Her throat worked to take it all down and she had to swallow several big gulps of the warm jizz to keep it from spilling out between her lips. Catherine was amazed that during the last couple of weeks she had started to like the taste. She waited for the last of it to ooze out, her hand squeezing Gavin's cock from base to tip to make sure she got it all. Then she kissed the head of his cock and rose back up licking her lips to cuddle at his side as though nothing had happened. Gavin grabbed her and gave her a smoldering French kiss. After the movie the couple drove to their own private make-out place. Soon they were sitting together in the back seat. Gavin cupped Catherine's face with his hands and placed a burning kiss on her mouth. He leaned away and began to undo her top slowly and deliberately. After each button opened he dragged his lips across the newly exposed skin. With each kiss Catherine shivered. Four buttons in and Gavin realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He pushed aside the fabric of her top and her breasts sprung free, taut and inviting in the humid air. Gavin's fingers continued their work on the top but his mouth was suddenly preoccupied elsewhere. Using his tongue he traced a pattern around first one pink nipple then the other. Catherine moaned and caressed Gavin's hair. Gavin drew one pink nipple into his mouth as his hand slipped under her skirt and in between her legs. Her thighs fell apart with no effort at all and Gavin found her wet and waiting. Soon he had her naked in the back seat and he also got rid of his own shirt. Catherine was really stirred up and climbed into Gavin's lap. She was desperate to be filled by her lover and started to grind against his member, rubbing her clit through his jeans. The couple kissed some then Gavin turned his attention back to Catherine's breasts. He massaged them and licked her nipples. "You are one hot piece of ass," he told her. "You're such a stud. You have the most beautiful cock in the world. God gave you the ability to rip little girls like me apart." Catherine responded. She was a little bit shocked at how well she had learnt to talk dirty. She quickly went for Gavin's belt and pulled his pants and boxers down. Catherine grabbed his pole and looked into Gavin's eyes. She wanted to be impaled on his massive cock. Gavin said, "You know you want it. You can't wait to have me inside of you. Now do it. Surrender yourself to me. You're my woman." Catherine's body trembled. She knew Gavin was right. She was his woman now. She had given herself to him completely and now she let her hips sink down. Catherine gave a stifled gasp as his crown touched her pussy, feeling wide and enormous, then suddenly it was replaced by an exquisite sensation as he entered her. She had yearned for this, the incredible joy of feeling him stretch and touch her inside. Gavin loved being in her tight pussy. He started to thrust up into her. Catherine began to moan. She held onto his muscular neck tightly as she bucked in his lap like an animal. Every nerve ending in her was alive with the pleasure of it, her shyness overcome by an animalistic need. "Oh my fucking God," she cried out, "You're so...fucking deep" "Yeah, well, you like it, don't you baby?" Gavin grinned. "I love it Gavin. Don't stop!" "Yeah, I know you love it. I have fucked you so many times now and you have become addicted to my cock," Gavin bragged. "You're just so big. Yeeessss," Catherine moaned as she came. Gavin continued to fuck her and when he felt she was ready he smacked her ass and said, "I'm going to fuck you doggie style. Get in position." Catherine climbed off Gavin and got on her hands and knees on the back seat. Instead of gradually working his shaft into her, Gavin shoved the whole thing into her pussy at once. Catherine squealed. Gavin spanked Catherine's bottom a few times as he started building his rhythm. Catherine's mouth dropped in shock at the sheer rush as Gavin went deeper inside her than ever before. Then he took hold of her hips, building up speed as he held her in place and fucked her. Catherine bent her head and felt powerless, completely at the mercy of the strong young jock. All she could do was hold on as he speared deeper and deeper into her. Her mouth was hanging open gasping with every minor sensation and she didn't want it to end. With both hands on Catherine's hips Gavin thrust into her, carving into the folds of her sex, and claiming her. She cried out in ecstasy as he really gave it to her; harder, faster than ever before. It was raw animal lust as Gavin pounded into her, owning her. A part of Catherine loved the feeling, the feeling of being dominated, controlled. She felt the need to be taken and claimed by her lover. Gavin's hard length rapidly thrust in and out of her tight, wet, vagina. He leaned in, kissing her back. The angle change stimulated different parts of Catherine's pussy and she loved it, a soft moan escaping her lips. Gavin could feel her legs tighten as she neared, and, groaning aloud himself he speared into her sex again and again, as she came, her juices flowing down his legs "Tell me how much you love it," he commanded. "You're the best," she babbled, "I love you so much." Gavin let go of one of her hips and raised his hand to take hold of her blond hair. He pulled her head back then he roughly turned it around and gave her an aggressive kiss. It was violent, passionate, and dirty and Catherine's body began convulsing. Her senses were overloaded and she broke the kiss to scream, digging her fingernails into his arm as another orgasm took her. Gavin looked down at her hot little body. He wasn't sure if she was having one long orgasm or a bunch of them. Finally he felt his own orgasm building. His cock pulsed and swelled in the core of her being. "I'm going to give you the choice, baby. Where do you want me to come?" Feeling naughty Catherine screamed, "Come on my tits!" Gavin pulled his cock out of her. He grabbed Catherine by her blonde hair and pulled her around. She laid down on the backseat and Gavin hovered over her stroking his cock. While he worked his shaft Catherine moved her hand to play with his balls. "Oh yeah, come all over me," she moaned. Gavin slapped her breasts with his cock and pushed them together with his hands. Then he started a vicious titty fuck of her round breasts. Catherine was fingering herself and moaning, "That's it, fuck my tits with your monster." Gavin fucked her breasts for a minute then he finally started to spurt all over her tits. He grunted in triumph as he pumped his seed onto her, each thick blast sending a tremor through him. Catherine's breasts were not overly big and they were no match for what was in his balls. Before he was done her breasts were completely coated. Catherine massaged her cum covered breasts and experienced another small orgasm. For some time the couple tried to catch their breath. Then Gavin climbed out of the car naked pulled his clothes on and looked towards Catherine. She had also dressed and soon after they left the make-out spot. \--- Tiffany Douglas was confused. During the last month her relationship with her sister Catherine had undergone some subtle changes. She couldn't point out what had changed, but she felt Catherine had undergone a change that shifted the power in their relationship. Tiffany had a genuine love for her sibling, but she had always been the confident one whereas Catherine was more insecure. Tiffany had always been more successful socially and had taken the more prestigious position as head cheerleader when she was at the high school. Now she was in college but still lived at home. Catherine had looked up to her and often sought out her advice. But things had changed during the last month. For instance, Tiffany frequently told Catherine about her dates and how to handle boys. Catherine had always sounded impressed but now she laughed at some of Tiffany's advice and talked really confidently about what to do in situations with boys. At first Tiffany was puzzled by her sibling's changed behavior but then one day Catherine let it slip that she had a boyfriend. At first Tiffany made some belittling remarks and insulting comments in an attempt to regain her dominant position in their relationship, but Catherine simply laughed it off. Tiffany decided she had to meet the boy who was influencing her sister in such a big way. \--- Tiffany got her chance one weekend when the sisters were home alone. She had told her sister she would be out shopping but her friends had canceled on her so she had gone out for a run. When she came back she heard her sister's voice call out "Hi Gavin. Come in. I'm home alone for the next couple hours." "Hi baby, that's fantastic." Curiously, Tiffany looked around the corner of the house. She thought the voice was familiar but she couldn't place it. When she looked around the corner she mentally kicked herself for not recognizing the voice. She saw Gavin, the star football player, and one of the most popular jocks at her former school. Tiffany decided to continue peeping at her sister and her boyfriend. "My sister won't be home for a few hours," Catherine said as she let Gavin in. "Maybe we could find something to do." Catherine ran the tip of her finger across the exposed part of her chest. "I'd like that," Gavin grinned. Tiffany saw Gavin take a step up behind Catherine and put his muscular arms around her waist. Catherine turned around in his arms, and they quickly found themselves in a passionate kiss. "You. Me. Your room. Now," Gavin said in a commanding tone and gave Catherine a slap on her buttocks. Catherine shrieked then she broke free of his hold and bolted up the stairs like a giddy schoolgirl. Gavin followed in her wake but slowly. Tiffany sneaked after the couple and could hear her sister's giggles and see Gavin standing in the doorway to her sister's bedroom. "I have a confession to make," Catherine said while she knelt in the center of her bed. "And what is that?" Gavin asked playing along. "I was a naughty girl today," Catherine tried to look innocent as she sat back on her heels with her hands on her knees. "How were you a naughty girl today?" Gavin asked. "I didn't wear any panties," Catherine said in a little girl voice. "That is naughty," Gavin laughed as he made his way over to the bed. "But why don't you show me how naughty you can be." \--- "Oh my God," Tiffany muttered to herself as she overheard the couple's lewd behavior. She tiptoed up to the room and looked in. Catherine and Gavin were on the bed and their hands were roaming, their lips locked. Making sure the couple couldn't see her, Tiffany surreptitiously observed as Gavin began to caress Catherine's breasts. Tiffany felt her cheeks flush as she saw her sister's tiny hand grasp at the generous bulge in Gavin's jeans. She watched as Catherine squeezed and stroked the growing lump in Gavin's pants. Tiffany began to feel a pang of jealousy as she saw how confident her sister handled what seemed to be an enormous dick. She had to suppress a gasp as she saw her sister freeing Gavin's penis from his pants. Leaning low over Gavin's lap, Catherine's right hand was holding the largest cock, Tiffany had ever seen. Her sister's boyfriend was truly hung like a porn star. Not just in length but also in immense girth as well. Catherine's fingertips, gripping him at the base of his member, were over an inch away from touching her thumb. Even more amazingly, Gavin's shaft maintained this thickness along the entire length, the perfectly straight cylinder of flesh topped with a broad, purple, uncircumcised head. Tiffany was stunned. "I think it's happy to see me," Catherine laughed, "It is always happy around you. Now baby show me what you've learned," Gavin commanded. Tiffany was becoming more and more jealous as she watched her sister jerk off Gavin's enormous cock. She felt her panties dampen as she gazed at the couple. She wanted to look away, but she was unable to tear her gaze away from Gavin's engorged and twitching meat. Tiffany bit her lip involuntarily. "You want it, don't you?" Gavin boasted to Catherine. "Now take it in your mouth." Tiffany saw her sister lower her mouth over the crown of her boyfriend's cock. She gasped as she watched her sister slowly bob her mouth up and down the first few inches of Gavin's tip. Tiffany's eyes never left the scene as her sister sucked the huge throbbing pole. She felt her nipples stiffen as she watched Catherine sucking and licking her boyfriend's cock. Still stroking with her hand in the middle of his shaft, Catherine bobbed her head letting his tip hit the entrance to her throat. After some time Gavin grabbed Catherine's head and pulled her up to his lips. Then he tugged her head back by the hair so he could bite her neck. Soon the couple was naked. Tiffany saw how Gavin moved down between her sister's legs and started to lick her pussy. She had become really aroused by the sight in front of her. Minutes later Catherine screamed and writhed on the bed as she had an orgasm. Gavin got up on his knees and pulled Catherine's slender legs apart. Then he slid his shaft into her steaming pussy, making a nice wet sound. Tiffany couldn't believe that her sister so easily took this huge pole into her pussy. Unconsciously, her hand had found her stiff nipple and was stimulating it as she saw Catherine lock her ankles behind her boyfriend's powerful back as Gavin drove into her hard and fast. "Fuck me, stud," Catherine moaned. "Fuck, oh yeah, fuck me." Catherine's breasts were jiggling violently as Gavin thrust in and out of her. Her head was back, her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. "This is so fucking awesome," Gavin moaned as he continued moving in and out of her tight pussy. "Oooohhhh I'm cumming again Gavin," Catherine screamed. Tiffany saw her sister's grip on the bed sheets tighten until her knuckles were white. She was so aroused by the couple's wild lovemaking. Gavin kept on slamming his cock into Catherine's soaking wet cunt so violently that it made the bed's headboard crash into the wall again and again. Catherine's legs were thrown up over his shoulders and at the same time her knees were pushed into a position on either side of her head as he almost folded her in half with his intense fucking. Tiffany was stirred up and was rubbing her clit as she could feel a climax of her own approaching. Gavin noticed a movement in the mirror mounted on the wall while he mercilessly moved his cock in and out of Catherine's pussy. Catherine's eyes were closed as she struggled for breath. With his peripheral vision he identified the movements in the mirror as Catherine's sister standing in the door to the room. She looked really hot in a tight running top and her hand was moving inside her running tights. "Well, well, well. Here is an opportunity," Gavin thought to himself as he continued to powerfuck Catherine. "Tiffany has always been a queen-bitch, but now she's getting off watching her sister getting fucked. Maybe I can use this to take her down a notch or two." Gavin continued fucking Catherine for a couple of minutes then he buried his shaft in Catherine's pussy and stopped his movements. Tiffany was cumming as she watched Catherine lay on her back on bed sheets soaked through with sweat and her own juices. Catherine's chest rose and fell as she attempted to catch her breath from the exhausting sex she just had been a part of. Her hair was as wet with sweat as it would look if she'd just gotten out of the shower and her teen body glistened also. Gavin decided to make a final show for Tiffany so he continued to shove himself in and out of Catherine's tight clutching cunt. Then he pulled his long slippery member from her soaked shaven slit and rapidly jerked himself off making sure Tiffany had a clear view of his monster cock. It didn't take long before he was shooting his spunk in glob after white glob all over Catherine. Tiffany was shocked by the powerful scene in front of her. Coming down from her own orgasm she saw her sister lying on her back on pink bed sheets soaked through with sweat and her own juices. She watched her sister reach a hand up to one of her C-cup round breasts to scoop up some of her lover's sperm and put it into her mouth. "You're a great fuck," Gavin gasped as he with his peripheral vision saw Tiffany turn around and leave, looking stunned. \--- Later that day Catherine and Gavin were out by the pool. It was a beautiful day for sunbathing and the couple was enjoying the beginning of the weekend. Catherine cherished the time she was able to spend with her boyfriend as he often had to work. Over the last month she had fallen in love with Gavin. She knew he was the heartthrob of the school and had broken many hearts but now he was hers. Catherine felt a little bit lazy after the thorough lovemaking with Gavin. She loved that they could be together out by the pool on this perfect sunny day. Catherine was lying on her favorite reclining chair facing the pool as well as the sun. She had her darkest sunglasses on so she could open her eyes without squinting. As she looked over at her boyfriend she was rewarded with a wonderful sight. Gavin was wearing black speedos and sprawled on another reclining chair. For a moment Catherine simply observed her man whose light blond hair glinted in the sunlight. Powerful and lean, Gavin's body looked relaxed—the way you sometimes saw those pumas in wildlife programs looking when they'd just been fed. Catherine's stomach flipped as she registered the broad shoulders, the narrow jut of his hips and the long legs which seemed to go on forever. She was able to detect the prowling sexual pulse beat emanating from him. Wild butterflies were beating their wings in her stomach. Gavin looked over at Catherine and smiled. Her bikini was molded on her sexy body. Two modest scraps of turquoise material almost made her breasts spill over and the bikini bottoms taunted him with two tantalizing bows on either side of her slender hips. Bows which could be undone with a single tug of a silken piece of fabric. Gavin loved the way her honey blonde hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves. Before he could say or do anything he noticed Tiffany approaching. \--- Tiffany had been vexed by her sister's accomplished performance making love to her boyfriend. She definitely was more experienced than her older sister and it made Tiffany envious. So she decided she would have to gain the upper hand by seducing Gavin, showing her sister who was the boss. She had put on her most daring gold bikini. The top barely contained her breasts and the bottoms were even more revealing. The strings of the bikini bottoms were high on her slender hips making her long legs look even longer and the front dipped so low that Tiffany had to shave her pussy completely. The back of the bottoms was a small triangle that disappeared between her athletic ass cheeks. Before she walked out of her room Tiffany had looked into the mirror. She blushed slightly at the sight of herself in the mirror. The top was so tiny that it barely covered her brown nipples. She put on her sunglasses and took her brown hair down from its pony tail. Trying to look more confident than she felt Tiffany put on some gold high heels and walked out to the pool calling out, "Hello there. I didn't know we had a visitor." Gavin studied Tiffany. He liked what he saw. Her slim athletic build, tanned body and full breasts made an impact. On the other hand Catherine was startled by her sister's sudden appearance but tried to act confident as she said, "Oh hi Tiffany. I didn't know you had come home. I think you know my boyfriend Gavin." "Sure I do. Hi Gavin." Gavin looked up and down her hot body as she approached, and said, "Hi Tiffany." "So, boyfriend...do Mom and Dad know?" Tiffany teased as she settled on the lounger next to Gavin's. "No, not yet anyway," Catherine replied. "Then it'll be our secret," Tiffany laughed and lay down beside Gavin and picked up her phone. Gavin looked over at Catherine and realized she was kind of shocked by her sister's presence. So he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Relax baby." Catherine whispered back, "She'll blab to my parents. I don't want our secret to be out." Gavin saw an opportunity to progress with his plan to get back at Catherine and Tiffany's father for the way he had put his own father out of work and the terrible effect that had had on his whole family. He whispered, "Relax baby. I think your sister is envious of our relationship. Look at the way she is dressed. I think she wants to lure me away from you. That will never happen but maybe I should play along so we could coerce her into not telling because she would also implicate herself. I don't want to do it but I think it's the only way out." Catherine was silent for a moment then said, "I don't know if it's a good idea. What would you do to Tiffany?" "Well if I'm right, she'll want me to fuck her as a way to gain the upper hand and put you in your place. I'll do it but, mark my words, it will only be fucking and not lovemaking like we do. I'll only do it if you think it's worthwhile keeping our secret from your parents." Catherine thought long and hard. She knew her father would disapprove of Gavin's background. She wanted to prep him some before she introduced Gavin as her boyfriend. She had noticed a shift in her relationship with her sister during the last couple of months and she knew Tiffany had a mean streak in her when she felt she was inferior to someone. So with a shudder she said, "I think it's the only way out. But are you sure Tiffany wants you?" "I'm sure. Let's just play along for some time. Trust me, she'll soon make her intentions clear. But you promise me that you'll not get jealous." "Alright, but I don't know how I'll handle it." "You'll handle it just fine. Let the initiative be up to your sister," Gavin said as he lay back on his lounger. He almost couldn't believe Catherine had accepted his idea. \--- Fifteen minutes later Tiffany rolled over onto her stomach. She looked over at Gavin and asked, "Will you please put some oil on me?" "Of course," Gavin replied and rose from his lounger getting the oil. Tiffany watched him get up, her eager eyes feasting on his body and its movements: the broad shoulders, wide back and slim hips, the compact and tight buttocks, molded closely by his tight-fitting swimsuit. He turned towards her and she sucked in her breath as she gazed at his front. The compact, well-developed chest muscles, the flat, ribbed abdomen, the muscled thighs. His Speedos hugged his crotch very closely. Tiffany blinked and stared at the bulge there, her mouth slightly open. Her sister's boyfriend cut such a breathtakingly masculine figure that she could not draw her gaze away. Gavin noticed Tiffany's fascination with him as he got up and moved over to her. As he picked up the sun tanning oil he looked over at Catherine and winked. Then he was leaning over Tiffany's hot body. It was not the first time Tiffany had made a boy put suntan oil on her back. But the boys had always seemed to be in awe of getting their hands on her hot body so they had been very timid in their approach. She expected the same from her sister's boyfriend but seconds later she knew she was completely mistaken. "You'll burn if you're not careful. I'll make sure you're completely covered," Gavin said as he squeezed oil onto the firm flesh between her tanned shoulder blades and then began to rub it in. Tiffany expelled a slow rush of air as she felt his strong confident hands on her back. When she felt him loosening the bikini top and pushing aside the straps of her bikini she tensed beneath his questing fingers. "Gavin, I don't...." Tiffany stuttered. "Relax Princess. You don't want to have tan lines, just relax." Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Tiffany couldn't make up her mind whether she should stop him or enjoy it. This was getting out of control. She had always been the one calling the shots but Gavin had surprised her and taken control over the situation. She didn't know what to do as she felt his strong hands caress her body. Gavin focused on Tiffany's shoulders and back for some time. He continued sliding his hands down her sides to touch the sides of her breasts protruding over the edge of her top. After some time he moved down to her legs. Gavin gently massaged her calf muscles at first and eventually moved to her slender thighs. Tiffany was confused. She had set out to test her sister's relationship with her boyfriend but when she stared at Catherine she just got a smile in return. Her body was reacting to Gavin's hands and she was becoming frantic. Her mind was telling her to stop this. That she had lost all control over the situation but her body screamed to let him proceed. She let out a moan as she put her head down on the lounger, closing her eyes while Gavin's hands gently kneaded her leg muscles. Gavin loved the way Tiffany's legs felt under his hands. Her legs were smooth and the muscles felt firm. As he kept rubbing her legs Tiffany was softly moaning at the pleasure of the moment. As he continued to rub up and down her legs he became bolder. He spent extra time on her inner thighs rubbing them as softly and seductively as he could and every now and then he touched the sparse cloth covering her cunt. Tiffany's body was ablaze. A shot of pure lust charged through her body as Gavin's finger's touched her pussy. She moaned out loud. Gavin knew he had her so when he reached deep inside of her firm thighs he made sure to touch the crotch of her bikini with his fingers. Each thumb slid under the edge of the skimpy material and touched Tiffany's labia. When Tiffany didn't stop him he slowly and deliberately moved his thumbs up either side of her crotch, feeling and caressing the edges of her labia. Tiffany moaned deeply as her body trembled in response to Gavin's touch. She felt her pussy starting to get really wet. Gavin decided to take matters into his own hands. He pulled at the gold strings on both sides of Tiffany's bikini bottom and lifted her hips up. Then he moved down to her vulva. This time he rubbed his fingers along her labia and slowly manipulated Tiffany's bikini so that her pussy was bared. Her beautiful, smoothly shaven vagina excited him beyond reason. He began gently licking Tiffany's swollen lips. "Aaarg," Tiffany moaned as she felt Gavin's mouth on her pussy. She let herself be turned around so she was on her back with her sister's boyfriend between her legs licking her pussy. She looked down between her full breasts and was aroused by Gavin's manipulations. Gavin used his fingers to pry the outer lips open leaving the inner lips exposed. He began to blow warm air on the sensitive skin and watched it quiver. "Oh my God, Gavin," Tiffany shrieked while her hands were embedded in his blond hair. Gavin looked up into her lust filled eyes. He knew she would be his in matter of minutes so he stuck his tongue out and touched the swollen clit with the tip of it. "Aaarg," Tiffany screamed and threw her head back while she arched her back pushing her quivering clit into Gavin's mouth. Gavin continued eating her out while moving two fingers in and out of her pussy. Moments later he could feel the muscles inside her cunt squeezing his fingers as Tiffany climaxed. Tiffany was moaning and twisting around on the lounger. The orgasm was the most intense she had ever felt. Her knees were weak as she ground her pussy on Gavin's tongue while pulling his face into her pussy. She felt the waves begin to crash over her as the pending orgasm hit her. Tiffany threw her head back and shouted as she came. She saw sparks and light as she came. Gavin kept stimulating Tiffany's pussy for some time. He knew he had her now so he acted on pure instincts. There were no conscious thoughts, just the pure instinct bred into men over thousands of years. His predatory instincts cut in and he recognized the situation for what it was. Tiffany was vulnerable. Gavin's body was suddenly a boiling mass of adrenalin and lust. Gavin climbed up between Tiffany's legs and reached down and took hold of his massive hard-on. He moved it up and down Tiffany's wet vaginal slit a couple of times to coat as much of the head with lubricant as possible. Then he positioned his cock at the tight entrance of her vagina. Gavin looked down at Tiffany's pussy and liked what he saw. Completely bald, two thin lips pressed tightly together, the lips moist with excitement. She looked really tight. Lust, fast and hard, drove Tiffany's pulse higher, and she had to clear her throat as she tried to speak. Moistening her trembling lips she lowered her eyes to look as Gavin's hard cock traced her moist, hot, swollen vagina. Tiffany was shaken up by the way her body had reacted when Gavin had used his tongue to pleasure her. Her limbs had gone boneless and she had never been with someone who knew exactly what he was doing to her. And now he was going to slide his massive shaft into her vagina. Tiffany was wild and scared but she knew she wanted this more than anything. "Please..." Tiffany stuttered. "Your wish is my command," Gavin laughed pushing forward as he guided his huge shaft into his girlfriend's sister. "Ohhh," Tiffany moaned as Gavin entered her. "Go slow....Please go slow." Gavin laughed as he slowly continued to fill Tiffany's tight pussy with his throbbing pole. Gavin loved the exquisite smooth as silk tightness of Tiffany's pussy. Fuck the Douglas sisters had some great pussies. He pushed in slowly, a little at a time. Tiffany opened her legs wider and shifted her hips to make it easier. She had been with two other boys before Gavin but they had been boys. Gavin was a real man. He was the thickest she'd ever had. Pain was ripping through her body. "God I feel like you're splitting me in half!" Tiffany gasped. "Are you all in?" "Not yet," Gavin grinned and moved in and out, going slow at first as Tiffany's juices lubricated his cock. "Are you used to a big cock?" he asked looking into her face. He already knew the answer by her response but he couldn't resist asking. "No," Tiffany moaned. Her answer heightened Gavin's passion and he gave another shove with his hips. "Aaarg..." Tiffany screamed and she put her right hand on his narrow hips and tried to push Gavin back a little, "Please......so big, Gavin. So thick. I don't know ... I don't know." Gavin grinned as he sensed his girlfriend's sister was having second thoughts. He would show her what strutting her stuff around him would make him do so he took complete control. He started his own pace and rhythm of introducing more and more of his long thick shaft inside Tiffany's tight pussy. "Gavin, it's too much. I can't take it! Too thiiiick," Tiffany screamed as she felt as if her sister's boyfriend was splitting her in half. "Relax, I'm almost halfway there." Halfway, he was already exploring regions none of her other lovers had ever reached. "Easy ... go easy," Tiffany shrieked. She breathed deeply and tilted her hips up at him to relieve some of the pain. Relentlessly now, Gavin plunged deeper and deeper on every slow thrust. A strange thing happened after some time. The pain started to subside and was replaced by a strange pressure deep within her. Tiffany felt pleasure lighting her up from the inside, a bright hot shimmering pleasure she had no control over as it built and built. "I'm going to fuck you real hard," Gavin roared as he felt excited by the fact he was fucking Tiffany in front of Catherine. He pulled almost all the way out leaving just the tip in. Then he thrust home...hard. "Aaarg!" Tiffany screamed. Again and again Gavin fucked his hard cock in and out of his girlfriend's sister. He liked the way her large tits were juggling and slamming into each other as he fucked her harder and faster. Tiffany dug her nails into his muscular arms. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me like a bitch in heat" she chanted, her eyes rolling into her head and her mouth forming an O. "You like getting fucked hard, slut?" Gavin taunted her as he fucked her hard. "Yeah, I like it," Tiffany screamed, raising and pushing her hips to meet Gavin's thrusts. "You're such a slut, fucking your sister's boyfriend. Do you want me to treat you like a real slut," Gavin bellowed. "Yes, I am a slut. Treat me like a slut," Tiffany moaned as her back arched and her toes curled as she had a massive orgasm. "Aaarg," she screamed as the immense pleasure ripped through her body. "Get ready for a ride slut," Gavin roared as he pounded her. For the next half an hour Gavin continued to fuck Tiffany so hard he practically rammed her through the lounger. Tiffany held onto his arms for dear life. He was changing from missionary to doggy and then back to missionary. Tiffany had never felt anything like this. Her whole world was Gavin and his big thick cock. He made her cum several times on his cock. At last the spasms of Tiffany's pussy pushed Gavin over the edge. His cock erupted in a violent explosion, expelling his white milky cum up and out with the force of a cannon. The first shot hit her left tit, the next hit her right. Soon Tiffany was covered in his warm white liquid. Tiffany was so tired from the unbelievable fucking she just laid on the lounger and panted. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so exhausted. Gavin was still stirred up. He had just fucked Tiffany while Catherine had been an awe-stricken spectator. The taboo of fucking his girlfriend's sister made him want more. He got up and walked over to Catherine and said, "Get me hard. I want you now." Catherine was shocked as she saw her boyfriend's slimy cock in front of her face. But watching her sister being thoroughly fucked had also made her worked up. So without hesitation she took his cock into her mouth and in a matter of minutes she had cleaned it and it was hard as ever. Gavin leaned down and gave her a deep kiss and whispered, "I love you and I think we have leverage on your sister now. But I need to be with you now. Are you up for it, babe?" "I'm so hot and I want you so much right now," Catherine replied. "I want to fuck you doggy style, baby. So get in position." Catherine quickly turned around and got onto all fours and arched her back downwards, driving her hips up and presenting her open swollen sex to Gavin. Gavin knew Catherine wanted to show off for her sister. He grabbed her slender waist and drove his rock hard cock forcefully into her silky hot tight depths. "Oh..." Catherine screamed as Gavin's cock hit her cervix. She had never been taken so forcefully before but she could feel that her lover was really worked up. "Oh God, Gavin. You're so fucking big," she cried out. Gavin held her slender waist tight between his powerful hands as he rammed into Catherine again and again. Her shimmering blond hair writhed over her beautiful back as the couple fucked like animals. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Catherine grunted with each thrust. Fluid streamed out of her stretched hole and over Gavin's testicles as he continued to plunge into her tight pussy. The pressure on his shaft was growing as her pussy started to clamp hard around it. Gavin leaned forward and grabbed a firm breast and pulled Catherine up against him. Reaching around with his other hand he grasped her other breast. The couple knelt together, Gavin's hands gripping her full weighty breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples as he jack-hammered his cock hard into Catherine's slender body. Gavin breathed hard in her ear and panted, "Tell me, who's your man?" "You're my man, Gavin," Catherine shrieked as she came. A minute later Gavin pulled his cock out and roared, "Turn around and swallow my cum." Catherine quickly turned around and sucked the huge head of Gavin's cock into her mouth. Gavin roared as he climaxed and, with bulging biceps, he held Catherine's head against his groin. Then he felt a strong sharp contraction deep in his balls and a jet of semen pulsed up his shaft and exploded out of his bursting glans. He kept on thrusting, the primeval instinct taking control, forcing his fluid into her mouth. Catherine swallowed and swallowed but soon Gavin's cum started to spill out of her mouth. Half a minute later Gavin let go of her head and smiled down at her. Then he turned around and hopped into the pool. \--- While Gavin was swimming lanes in the pool the Douglas sisters lay panting on the sun loungers. After some time Tiffany blubbered out of the blue, "Oh my God..." Catherine looked over at her sister and asked, "Why did you do it?" Tiffany felt remorse as she looked back at her sister. She loved Catherine with all her heart but had to admit to herself that she had been envious of her newfound confidence, "I didn't mean for it to happen. I just wanted to tease you and your boyfriend, then things got out of hand. Gavin's just so..." Tiffany's voiced trailed of. "I know he's fantastic, but that didn't give you the right to do what you did," Catherine hissed. "You're right. But for the last month I've been troubled by your shift in personality. Before, you always looked up to me but for some time you have been giving me a snobby attitude when we talked about boys. And I get it now so I just wanted to tease you when I saw you with your boyfriend. But I hadn't imagined this would happen," Tiffany replied. Catherine began to feel somewhat repentant as she knew her sister was right. She had been rubbing her new found confidence in her face because Gavin made her feel so self-assured. So she said, "You're right, but that doesn't give you the right to fuck my man." "I know but I didn't mean to do it. I just wanted to vex you as I flirted with your boyfriend. But when he put his hands on me...I can't explain...It just...I don't...fuck...he just took control and made me feel something I've never felt before," Tiffany stuttered. Catherine looked at her sister. Tiffany had always been the strong confident one and now she was reduced to a blabbering fool. Catherine started to smile. She had transcended her sister and was now the more experienced one regarding boys. Still she loved her sister and didn't want to hurt her. But she also wanted to make it clear to Tiffany that she was no longer the underdog. So she said, "I still think you behaved deplorabl having sex with my boyfriend. But I also know he made you see stars." Tiffany blushed, "I'm so sorry but it was if a spell came over me. I can't say I regret it but I can truly say I'm sorry if I hurt you. What are we going to do now?" Catherine pondered over this for a moment, "Well I could tell you it was a onetime thing. But we both know the cat is out of the bag. You have experienced something wonderful and I have to admit highly addictive. Maybe we could..." Tiffany became hopeful and stuttered, "Maybe we could share Gavin." Catherine was stunned. She had intended to say that they could find another guy for her sister. The idea of sharing her boyfriend had not occurred to her. The first thought was no-way but as she reflected over it she saw an opportunity. She had been afraid of Gavin moving on from her but if they double teamed him they could make sure he would be a very satisfied jock. So she replied, "Sharing. I really don't know. How...what if...have you..." "He is formally your boyfriend, but we'll share him," Tiffany said excitedly. "My boyfriend, but we'll share him. That's a deal," Catherine laughed. Gavin had overheard the last part of the two sisters' conversation. He liked the idea and decided to take control. He got out of the pool naked and walked up to the sisters and said, "Well, well, well. What do you two think you're doing? Talking about sharing me? You have misinterpreted the situation. You can't share me." Both Tiffany and Catherine blushed. They were overwhelmed by Gavin's appearance in front of them. He looked like a young god, muscular and powerful with his huge dick swinging with every step he took. Catherine stuttered, "We didn't mean to..." "Relax baby. You'll not share me, because I'm not yours to share. I'm a man and will not be treated like an object. But if you want to I'll take you both as my lovers. But then you'll both accept my demands." "What do you mean?" Tiffany asked. "I'll be in control of you both. You'll do as I want because I'm your master." "I don't think so..." Tiffany was shocked by Gavin's demand. But she was also smitten with the potent jock in front of her. "Don't misunderstand me. I don't want to spank or hurt you. But in my experience when two women are into the same man, jealousy can often occur. I don't want to deal with that kind of drama. So my solution is to become the boss of our relationship. You'll do my bidding. It will ensure a happy relationship for all three," Gavin stated. For a moment the two girls were silent, then Catherine said, "I'm okay with it." Tiffany looked first to her sister and then to Gavin, "Alright. I'll accept." "Fantastic. I've always wanted to be with two beautiful girls. And I have to say...the Douglas sisters are one hell of a catch." Gavin said and leaned down to first give Catherine a deep kiss then Tiffany. Gavin pulled away after a moment and looked down at the sisters with a smile. He felt his cock stir as his eyes looked down to Tiffany's full breasts noticing her hard brown nipples standing out. Once again he became very horny. Tiffany looked up at her new lover. He kept himself in fantastic shape, was well-toned and had model-quality good looks. She was perched on the end of her sun lounger leaning a bit far forward. Her eyes zoomed in on Gavin's crotch and she realized his cock was beginning to get harder. She stammered, "Oh my God." Catherine had gotten up from the lounger and smiled knowingly. She was the one who had landed this hot stud. "We have had that in us," Tiffany said as she pointed at Gavin's hard-on. "Yeah and it gets way bigger," Catherine said as she smiled and caressed her pink nipples with her hands. "It's already pretty big," Tiffany stuttered. "Bigger than your previous boyfriends'?" Catherine laughed. "Way bigger," Tiffany replied. "Well, I'm going back in pool," Gavin said and dove back into the water. He knew he had to cool off otherwise he would have Tiffany bent over in seconds. But Tiffany didn't waste any time, standing up and plunging in after Gavin feet first, then popping up from the water, her full round tits bouncing, rivulets of water streaming over them. Catherine took a different approach as she slowly walked towards the pool. She wanted to make sure Gavin took in her body. She was envious of her sister's slightly bigger boobs and longer legs. But she knew her own stomach was perfectly flat which made her breasts stand out and her legs were toned. Catherine sat on the edge of the pool, her long honey blond hair falling over her shoulders. She began swishing her legs in the pool and looked Gavin in the eyes. When he smiled at her, she slowly slipped into the pool and walked over to him and put her arms around his neck. She made sure to brush her hard pink nipples against his skin, then leaned into her boyfriend, kissing him aggressively on the mouth. Gavin loved the effect his tryst with Tiffany had had on Catherine. Before, she had always made him make the first move, now she was the one taking the first step. The couple's tongues intertwining in each other's' mouths. After some time they broke free and saw Tiffany approaching. Tiffany looked radiant with her natural tan and her wet brown hair. Her full breasts sat high on her chest. Gavin took in her beauty and thought he had hit a homerun with the sisters. "Can I have a go?" Tiffany asked. "Of course, that's what sharing means," Catherine said with a smile and let go of Gavin. Tiffany stepped forward and put her hands on Gavin's muscular chest, sliding them downwards over his six-pack stomach then further down. She found his cock and cradled it with both hands. "Hey, I said you could kiss him not touch his cock." Catherine laughed. "I know, but I just had to make sure. I have trouble believing what my eyes are seeing," Tiffany said as she squeezed Gavin's cock firmly and ran her hands up the shaft. She felt it get harder and thicker. Gavin pulled her against him to kiss her full moist lips, placing his hands on her firm ass and squeezed as the couple's tongues started to dance. He felt his cock grow and bump against Tiffany's lean stomach as they kissed. After some time he cupped her breasts, squeezing them. They were bigger than Catherine's but just as firm. Gavin broke the kiss and put his arm around Tiffany's shoulders and did the same with Catherine on the other side. The sisters turned towards him and pressed the sides of their tits against him while their hands caressed his back and ass. To stake her claim, Catherine used her other hand to hold Gavin's hardening cock and Tiffany immediately followed suit. Catherine began gently stroking Gavin's pole. "I can't believe we are doing this," Tiffany said and asked "Can I stroke it?" Catherine let go of Gavin's shaft and started caressing his walnut sized balls while Tiffany gripped his long thick pole with both hands. Gavin leaned in and kissed Tiffany while she pumped him. Her hands were fairly small and she could barely get a proper grip on his cock as it grew to its full size. "Now I understand the pain I felt at first," Tiffany said as she broke the kiss and looked down on Gavin's member. Her hand's movement made her full breasts jiggle and the small, dark brown nipples were hard, pointing like arrows. "It hurt at first but after a while it is just utterly amazing," Catherine responded gently rolling Gavin's balls in her palm. Gavin was really excited so he walked the girls over to the stairs and sat near the top step so his groin was just out of the water. Catherine and Tiffany sat on either side of him. "Please blow me, Catherine," Gavin said. Catherine grabbed his shaft and got down to Gavin's groin. Seconds later she was gently licking the head before she began moving her mouth up and down the thick shaft, her blond hair spreading out in front of Gavin on the surface of the water. Gavin could feel her tongue swirling around his dick head as her hands caressed his thighs. He began kissing Tiffany and their tongues twirled around each other. After some time Catherine moved her head back and looked up at Gavin and said, "You're so fucking big. I can barely get the head in my mouth." Gavin pulled her up to his face and kissed her, then lifted her onto the poolside beside Tiffany, her bottom making a smack as she sat on the edge. "Spread your legs my beautiful sluts. I'm going to feast on your fine-looking pussies," Gavin stated as he took in the two bald pussies in front of him. Tiffany was really stirred up so she put her hand on her moist pussy lips and began spreading them wide. Her clit was swollen and looked like a tiny pebble. Gavin moved in between Tiffany's slender tanned legs and held them aloft as he began licking along her inner thigh, kissing her softly. "Please just lick my pussy," Tiffany moaned, grabbing the back of Gavin's head and pushing it down. Gavin obliged, licking her folds with gusto, tasting her sweet juices. He ticked her clit with the tip of his tongue then swirled around it as fast as he could. He heard a sharp intake of breath and saw her stomach suck in, her breasts heaving. "Aaarg," Tiffany screamed as she felt Gavin's tongue work ferociously around her swollen clitoris. It seemed to her that her juices were gushing out of her. Only one of her boyfriends had ever gone down on her and he had not been an expert like Gavin. Gavin was making her feel things she had never felt before. Gavin started to fuck her pussy with one, then two fingers. He looked up and saw Tiffany was close to a climax. He noticed Catherine was sitting right next to her sister with a lust filled expression on her face. He decided to take another chance, so he said," Help your sister, baby. Lick and suck her nipples." Catherine was shocked by Gavin's request. Never ever had she been involved in anything sexual with her sister, "I don't think..." Gavin interrupted her, "Don't think baby. Just do...Do it for her." Catherine pondered over this for some seconds then she cautiously leaned in and took Tiffany's brown nipple between her lips. She started to lick around it and suckled on it while Gavin tongue-fucked Tiffany's pussy. Tiffany didn't realize what had just happened. She just felt so good and moaned out loud. Gavin was aroused by the fact that Catherine was sucking on her sister's tits. He let his hand creep to the side and found Catherine's leg. Promptly he found the warm wetness of her vagina letting him know she was not as repelled by sucking her action as she had let on. Gavin found Catherine's swollen clit and teased the flesh while she continued licking and caressing her sister's breasts. Soon both sisters were moaning loudly. Catherine's moans were low and throaty while Tiffany's were high. Gavin could hear wet squishy noises all around him and he could feel Tiffany bucking her hips so that her cunt mashed into his face. Catherine was also bucking her hips as Gavin inserted two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, curling them up and rubbing inside her soft depths. "Aaarg. You're making me cum," Tiffany screamed as her hips bucked even more. She had never thought, she could experience such a feeling. Gavin let Tiffany's clit slip from his mouth with a 'pop' and positioned himself in front of Catherine's pussy. He dipped his head and began circling Catherine's clit with his tongue as he slipped his middle and ring finger into her soaked pink softness and thrust hard. Catherine's body was ablaze. Moments ago she had been licking her sister's tits and now her boyfriend was licking her pussy and using his fingers to get her off. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly. Gavin spread Catherine's pussy lips wide with both hands. Her depths were bright pink and her little bean clit was swollen. He pulled back the hood and teased it with his finger. Catherine jumped and twitched, her full breasts bouncing to and fro. Tiffany was still worked up and in some kind of sexual frenzy. As she took in the couple right beside her she unconsciously leaned in and kissed her sister's full moist lips. Catherine was so turned on she just accepted the kiss and seconds later the sisters were kissing each other, their hands busy caressing each other's' tits. Gavin looked up to see the sisters extend their tongues and flick them back and forth over each other's lips then twirl them around each other. The kiss and the tongue action made his cock swell even more. He was excited by the sight and continued his assault on Catherine's pussy. He stuck out his tongue and drove it hard into her hot box as far as it would go. He withdrew it quickly and repeated the movement, fucking her with his tongue while he continued to tease her exposed clitoris with his fingers. Catherine broke the kiss with Tiffany as she felt her orgasm approaching. It felt as if molten lava was running through her veins and she screamed, "Fuck baby, you make me cum." Gavin felt her pussy juice flow over his tongue as he continued to tongue-fuck her. Catherine's small feet rapped against his powerful shoulders as he lapped up her fluids. After a moment, Catherine was pushing against Gavin's head, trying to move him away, as she couldn't take it anymore. Her whole body was ablaze. "Utterly fucking amazing," Catherine moaned. "I'm glad you liked it, sweetie. You really gave me a good taste of you," Gavin said licking his lips and continued, "And it was so fucking hot seeing you kiss Tiffany." The sisters blushed at this but Gavin didn't give them time to respond. He could feel his balls aching with need. He got hold of Tiffany, lifting her up in a smooth motion and she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist. "Put me in," Gavin moaned. Tiffany was still aroused so she grabbed Gavin's huge pole with her delicate hand and moved it against her pussy. Before Gavin could make a thrust she impaled herself on him in one motion and screamed, "Fuck,...you're ripping me apart." Gavin held onto Tiffany as he began to thrust his shaft in and out of her tight cunt. Her slender legs were still wrapped around him as he took control of her hot body. Using his strength he hoisted Tiffany until he was almost out of her then slammed her down all the way again, ramming the head of his long pole against her cervix. Once again Tiffany felt both pain and pleasure. Gavin was such a powerful lover that she felt like a ragdoll in his arms. She knew she would be really sore in the morning, but right now she just sought another high....and by God, Gavin could provide it. Gavin felt Tiffany's pussy clamping his cock in rhythmic pulses as she flung her upper body back, arching her back and screaming again while jolting from side to side. He wanted to nail her tight pussy even harder so he carried her to some cushions. Putting her down, he was soon on top of Tiffany. Catherine, still in her post-orgasmic bliss, watched as her brown haired sister pulled her legs back to her chest, exposing her swollen sex to Gavin. He threw a quick glance Catherine's way, smiled and then climbed on top of Tiffany. Catherine was no longer jealous just curious about what her boyfriend would do to her sister. Gavin shoved his cock inside Tiffany with one strong thrust and her legs fell over his strong shoulders. With her ankles by his ears he started plunging away inside her. He stared down into Tiffany's pretty eyes. Tiffany just moaned incoherently as she took inch after inch of his big cock. Tiffany's legs were almost straight up in the air and her big breasts jiggled on her chest as Gavin rocked her body. "So good...so good," Tiffany moaned again and again as she felt her body almost dissolve into lust filled atoms. Gavin kept plowing away at Tiffany, moving faster and faster. He was breathing quite heavily. With a scream Tiffany came once again. Showing a great deal of self-control, Gavin pulled out of Tiffany. He turned his head to look at Catherine and said, "Come over here Catherine. Now it's your turn." Catherine looked at Gavin's hard, glistening cock wagging before him and she wanted it more than anything in the world. Gavin noticed Catherine was staring at his cock like she was starving for it. He crawled to his right where Catherine had laid down and moved between her slender legs. Catherine held her arms out for him and pulled him down to her as he slipped into her tight wet pussy. As the couple kissed Gavin started moving, fucking his girlfriend with a slow, sensual rhythm, quite different from the power fuck he'd just given her sister. He was attempting to make Catherine feel loved and not just a sexual object. Their bodies moved together perfectly, as if they were made to be together and Gavin did everything he could to keep it going as long as possible despite her tight pussy. Catherine's legs were wrapped around him and she was kneading his back with both hands. It was as though she was trying to pull him completely inside her. Catherine couldn't believe how good she felt. She felt a special bond with Gavin and loved the way his face was buried by her ear whispering sweet nothings into it. Gavin's thrusts became erratic and stronger and she knew he was going to cum. But it didn't matter because she was already cumming. Feeling his own climax approaching Gavin began jack-hammering into Catherine with his long, hard shaft. His balls tightened and each plunge of his cock into her clenching pussy brought him closer to his climax. As he reached it he pulled out of her clasping pussy. Gavin grabbed hold of his slippery shaft with his right hand and started to pump up and down violently. Emitting a huge roar he felt his huge cock expand even more and his balls tighten. Moments later he climaxed and his cock exploded. Incredibly large globs of thick, hot cum blasted from the huge head coating Catherine in his potent seed. Gavin kept on stroking his huge shaft as he continued to spray his semen onto Catherine. He blasted huge loads of cum all over her chest, cleavage, and pussy. Tiffany was amazed by the display of wanton lust Gavin put on. Looking at her sister she noticed the thick ropes of cum that were running down between her breasts. Her tight stomach was also covered as was her gaping cunt. Gavin fell down on top of Catherine using the last of his energy to prevent him from crushing her too much. He noticed that her breathing was as ragged as his. "Wow, you two are quite a hot couple," Tiffany giggled. She was on her side watching them with her head propped up on her hand. "I guess I would be envious if I hadn't experienced the same thing moments ago." "Well you can always clean your sister with your mouth," Gavin grinned back at her. "I don't think..." Tiffany started to say. "Come on. I've filled my stomach with your juices and now you will not even taste mine," Gavin interrupted. Tiffany knew he was right and moved over to her sister and tenderly began to scoop up some of Gavin's cum with her tongue and swallow it. She wasn't opposed to it and soon she was doing a great job of cleaning her sister. Catherine started to protest as Tiffany sucked her hard pink cum-covered nipple into her mouth, "Stop it Tiffany, this isn't right. No matter how good it feels it isn't right, for so many reasons." "Stop protesting Catherine. We all know you like it. I don't care if you're sisters. If this is going to work then you'll have to stop being such a prude. Look at Tiffany, she doesn't mind. I want us to share each other's' bodies, Tiffany wants it and I know deep down you also want it. I don't care how much you say you don't. I can tell you want it too," Gavin said. Catherine was still tingling from their sex and her sister's mouth and looking at Gavin's naked body she still desired more. She made herself look him in the eye and said, "I love you, Gavin. Yes I like what Tiffany is doing to me but she's my sister." "You'll just have to accept that you're having a different relationship than before," Gavin stated, enjoying these developments in his plan to get back at the girls' father. Catherine thought for a minute while unconsciously her hand was caressing her sister's brown hair as Tiffany was licking Gavin's sperm off her body. She realized that Gavin was right and smiled "Alright we have a new relationship." Gavin laughed and for the rest of the day he made sure the sisters were really satisfied as he fucked them again and again.

1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 03

**IV – Alpha Territorial** Kaylee skipped cheerleading practice later that day. She told Audrey to tell the coach she wasn't feeling good. Technically, it was the truth; she felt sick to her stomach, but it wasn't exactly because of the flu. It was more self-induced. Kaylee darted inside the library, but Luke wasn't there. She tried calling him on her cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail. She listened to his entire 'leave a message' spiel, but right when she was about to leave a message she chickened out and hung up. Throughout the rest of the day and even into the night, she tried calling several more times, each one met without any luck. After the eighth or ninth call (she admitted to herself that she lost count), Kaylee finally decided to leave a message. Taking a deep breath after the beep prompted her, she said, "Hi, Luke. I..., just wanted..., to say I-I'm sorry. I hope that, um, please call?" She hung up and sighed. *That went well,* she sarcastically thought to herself. *Very professional.* The next morning, Kaylee lingered by her locker as long as she could, hoping to catch Luke in the hallway. She silently cursed under her breath as the last bell rang, realizing that not only would she be late to her first period class, but also that Luke was a no-show. "Nice of you to join us, Miss Reed," Mr. Scott, one of the youngest teachers in the high school, told her as he continued to write the daily assignment up on the board. "Sorry," she said softly, sliding into her seat next to Audrey. "Kaylee," Audrey whispered, "You've got to pull it together." "Am I that obvious," Kaylee whispered back. Audrey gave her a 'well, duh' nod. "Look, I saw you hanging out by his locker. Just give it time. He'll eventually show up, you apologize, and then get on with your life. Or, just do what the old Kaylee would do and say fuck it." Kaylee didn't even acknowledge her comment. She instead tried to refocus her efforts to the teacher, looking straight ahead towards the board. Her effort was unsuccessful as she somehow looked past it, distantly staring off at nothing. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this new Kaylee is growing a heart," Audrey said with a slight upward curve to her lips. Kaylee even managed to crack the smallest of smiles. "Yeah, three sizes too big," she said sarcastically. Audrey's face brightened. She exclaimed, "I love the Grinch!" "Shut up." \--- "Why won't you tell me what's going on, babe," Bradley asked impatiently. "You've been moping for the last couple of days. Even the last couple of nights – I mean, I would have thought you'd actually be happy hanging out with me." He took her hand in his, walking her to the next class. "I am, Bradley. I told you," Kaylee said, annoyed with the constant questions. "It's... It's nothing." "Bullshit, Kaylee. Is this about your dad again?" Kaylee sighed, trying to ignore him. "Is it about your grades?" Her eyes flickered, just enough to tip her hand. "Oh, it's your grades. Don't worry about it, babe. You stress too much. Besides, with all of the studying you've been doing lately, you'll be fine." She sighed again, "It's NOT my grades." Well, that was partially true. "Then what is it, is it me? You've been acting this way since Tuesday." Bradley was starting to get frustrated. Kaylee groaned quietly. She knew she'd have to tell him something to get him off her back. "No, it's not you, Brad-LEY," emphasizing the last part of his name. "It's Luke. Now just drop it." "Luke Patton? That nerd that's been staring at you in the locker bay since freshman year? What'd he do?" Bradley was getting fired up. "Look, he didn't do anything. He tutored me a few times, and it didn't work out. Wait... and what do you mean he's been staring at me since freshman year? No he hasn't. I think he's gay." Bradley shook his head, "If by gay you mean he wants your hot little ass, then sure, whatever. The only reason I haven't pounded him yet for looking at you like all the other nerds is he's a loser with no chance and he's stayed clear of you. But I swear, if he's hurt you or went all perv on you..." "Bradley! Just DROP it," Kaylee exclaimed as she stopped and threw his hand down. "Just... just, no." She put her hands up in the air, signaling for him to stop. "Look, thanks for walking me to class. I'm not doing anything tonight after choir. Call me then. I'll be in a better mood." She kissed Bradley on the lips and walked inside. "What the fu..." He shook his head and walked off. \--- "I don't think I've ever seen you miss class before. You must have really been sick," Aaron said, talking while chewing a bite from his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "You have no idea," Luke sighed, leaning on his chin with one hand while stirring his instant potatoes with his other, with no apparent appetite. "You even forgot to bring your lunch, man." Luke looked up. With a straight face, he said, "You got me, Sherlock." "Dude, you don't need to be a douche." Luke sighed and straightened his posture, "Sorry, you're right. I'm kind of being one, aren't I? It's been a long week. And honestly I've lost my appetite." "It's all good. Besides, who actually has an appetite with cafeteria food?" Luke nodded; Aaron had a good point. "I'd also say I'm more like Watson than Sherlock, I guess. The Jude Law version, not the old chubby one. So... are you going to tell me what's up, or...," Aaron intentionally left his words hanging, giving Luke an opportunity to finish the sentence for him. Luke wasn't listening to Aaron; something else had his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke saw Kaylee over at the popular crowd's table. She was sitting with Bradley, Audrey, Cindy, and Mick. Luke heard all of them laughing about something; probably about him. It wouldn't be the first time. Gradually, he turned his head, trying not to look conspicuous. The smile on her face was beautiful; she was really happy about something. She looked amazing, he thought to himself. Her tight turquoise athletic shorts with pink trim held her butt nicely. He'd seen her in those shorts once before earlier in the school year. She had bent over to pick something up, revealing two tight, round, spherical muscles stretching the fabric as tightly as possible, and it had been all he could do to avoid drooling. Even her shirt was tight, what little material there was of it anyway. Her belly ring was hypnotic; he could have stared at it for hours and he just might have, had the view not been partially obstructed by the cafeteria table. Not like he had a chance with her, but that was ok. Guys like him never had a chance with a beauty like her. Maybe that was why he was so mad at himself; for a brief moment, during his time tutoring the Princess of Remmington High, he felt like a knight in her court. It was nothing more than a childish fantasy, but it felt nice to dream. She was right; he was a loser. It wasn't a big deal to him, really; so what if he was a loser? It was only high school after all, and the real world waited for him. The only downside to being a loser was that it put them in completely opposite castes. He just needed to be reminded of that, which she did. Even though he felt defeated, he still couldn't resist the faintest of smiles. Out of the blue, Kaylee turned in his direction and made eye contact with him; the smile left her face. Wide-eyed, Luke looked back towards Aaron so quickly he thought he was going to have whiplash. Aaron looked over to see what he was looking at. "Oh, dude," he exclaimed, watching Kaylee get up and walk over to their table. "Does this have anything to do with her?" Luke didn't answer. Barely moving his lips like an inexperienced ventriloquist, Aaron told him, "Don't look now, she's coming over here." Luke intentionally looked in the other direction. He remained seated for a moment, fidgeting and thinking of his next move. "Catch you after school," he said, standing up with his tray and walking off. \--- Kaylee stopped walking in the middle of the cafeteria. She just stared as Luke turned in his tray and darted towards the locker halls. "Kaylee, what are you doing," Bradley asked, exasperated. Half of their table was puzzled, trying to figure out what Kaylee was doing, while the other half didn't seem to care or notice she even left. Kaylee ignored Bradley and walked off, folding her arms across her chest. Audrey looked at Bradley. "I'll check on her," she said, getting up from the table. Cindy told Audrey as she was walking away, "Oh, please. Just let her go, she's still just upset we found out how often she's been hanging out with Loser Luke at the, quote, 'study sessions.' She's just worried about her social status." "Cindy, stop being so bitchy," Audrey said as she walked off after Kaylee. Bradley asked Cindy, "Wait, what do you mean she's been hanging out with Luke? She said he tutored her once or twice." Cindy shook her head, "Once or twice a day, more like. I don't know how often she's been with him because she's so secretive about it. I think she's been meeting him every night at the library after cheerleading. If she wasn't with you, I'd swear she was giving him blow jobs or something. Talk about disgusting." His eyes narrowed. He looked across the cafeteria towards Aaron. Aaron, still staring at the popular table, initially locked eyes with Bradley but just as quickly he looked away. He grabbed his camera bag and backpack, stood up from the table, and tossed his empty brown lunch bag in the trash. As quickly as he could, he left the cafeteria. Bradley followed him. \--- "Hey, NERD!!" Bradley shouted angrily at Aaron, trying to get his attention. "Shit," Aaron whispered under his breath as he turned the dial on his lock faster, feeling the presence of Bradley drawing closer by the second. "I'm talking to you, nerd," Bradley growled as he pushed Aaron's shoulder. Aaron sunk back against the locker, avoiding eye contact. "Hey man, not cool..." Aaron nervously said. "What the fuck is going on with your loser friend and Kaylee?" "Which one of my loser friends? I have a lot...," Aaron instantly regretted those smartass words the moment they left his mouth. Bradley grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the locker again. Aaron let out a groan of pain as the sound echoed throughout the hall; his heart was racing and all he wanted was for Bradley to leave him alone. "Man, I don't know, they're just studying, dude. Seriously." "Studying? Then why is my girl always moping around like her dog just died?" "Maybe because her dog died?" Again, Aaron realized his mouth was moving faster than his brain. It cost him another slam against the lockers. He promised himself he'd try not to make any more remarks that would bring him pain; he just wanted out of this situation. "Look, you better tell me where Luke is before I tear your head off. It's yours, or his. If he's been hurting Kaylee... I don't know what he's been doing to Kaylee, but I'm gonna find out, do you understand?" Bradley's face was red with anger, and Aaron knew he meant business. \--- Audrey could tell Kaylee was upset that Luke ran off, obviously avoiding her. She tried her best to comfort Kaylee, but wasn't having any luck. Kaylee acted like she didn't want anyone to bother her, not even her best friend, but Audrey still had to try despite her failing pep talks. "What's with the commotion down there," Kaylee asked Audrey. Audrey had been so wrapped up in her friend she didn't even notice a mass migration of students flocking towards the end of the hallway. Several cheers and quite a few laughs broke out. In a way, Audrey was glad; whatever was going on, it served as a distraction for Kaylee. Both girls eventually wandered down the hall to see for themselves what all of the commotion was about. \--- "Bradley! What are you doing," Kaylee exclaimed, realizing the crowd was circling around her boyfriend and Luke's friend Aaron. "Leave him alone!" Audrey exclaimed, "Bradley, stop!" Bradley looked at Kaylee, and then back to Aaron. Angrily, he leaned in, put one hand forcefully on Aarons shoulder, and whispered to him, "Tell Luke I want to see him, and tell him to stay away from..." Before Bradley could finish his sentence, something – or someone – slammed into his side, knocking him down to the ground. Luke certainly wasn't as big or as strong as Bradley, but he used the general laws of physics to topple him over. Luke's own forward momentum had caused him to stumble, but he caught himself with one hand on the ground, maintaining his balance. "Don't touch him again. Leave my friends alone." Kaylee gasped, as did most of the other students. Bradley stood up, and he looked pissed. Gritting his teeth, he was just about to lurch forward at Luke when Mr. Scott walked around the corner. "Alright, what's going on," the young teacher said apathetically, adjusting his tie. A few boos and groans rose from the crowd, but most of them scattered like insects since the show was obviously over. "Nothing, Mr. Scott, I was just going to my locker," Bradley said without taking his eyes off of Luke, as if to say they'd take care of business later. Luke didn't flinch. Aaron sunk back against his locker, waiting to see what would happen. Bradley slowly walked off without saying a word, but gave Luke one last dirty look. Kaylee looked towards Luke, then back at Bradley as he walked off without giving her a single glance, and then shifted her attention back at Luke. It was fairly obvious she wasn't sure if she should chase after Bradley or stay and make sure Luke was ok. Before Kaylee had a chance to make a decision, Mr. Scott calmly said, "Mr. Patton, why don't you come with me." He turned around and walked towards his office, crooking his finger over his shoulder, beckoning Luke. Luke quietly followed. Aaron sighed, whispering to Luke as he walked by, "Sorry, man. But, thanks. I owe you." Luke nodded in understanding. He looked at Kaylee with his blue eyes as he walked past her. It was a deliberate glance, but Kaylee couldn't interpret the look on his face. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that it was nothing more than a look of indifference, or casual eye contact. Indifference and casual – that described Luke perfectly. But her instincts told her that there was something more to it. Maybe it was disappointment? She wasn't sure, but that guilty feeling was returning again. Biting her lip, she regretted her silence throughout the entire event. She should have at least asked if he was ok. "I'm going to catch up with Bradley," Kaylee told Audrey and wandered off down the hall. \--- "Mr. Patton, would you care to explain what all of that was about?" Mr. Scott seemed to have a neutral face; Luke couldn't read him one way or the other. He sighed, "Well, Mr. Scott, the truth is, he was giving my friend a hard time." Luke carefully thought about his next words, "I simply wanted him to leave Aaron alone. That's all." A slight smile surfaced on Mr. Scotts face. "I thought as much. I just wanted to hear it from you. I don't know what that was about, and I don't really care. However, I would caution you to keep your distance from him and his friends in the future, if you can help it. Both of you are on my radar, so consider this a warning and please don't let it happen again. That's all; you can go to your next class now." Luke, slowly starting to realize he wasn't going to be in trouble, breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Mr. Scott let the situation slide. He expected the situation to turn out much more differently and wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain to his mom how he got in trouble – or worse, suspended – for fighting. Luke was grateful Mr. Scott let him off the hook. As he stood up to leave, Mr. Scott told him, "Luke, I admire your loyalty to your friend. Not many people would do what you did, especially against someone his size. I wish I had more students with that kind of integrity." Luke gave him a nod of thanks. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Scott." \--- "Bradley, wait! What the hell was that all about back there?" Kaylee was fuming. Bradley spun around. The look Kaylee gave him was unnerving, but he was just as frustrated with her, "Kaylee, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on, or not? Do you have something going on with that nerd, Luke?" "He's not a nerd, and no, I don't have anything going on with him," she snapped, "He's been helping me with my classes. I dug a hole so deep I didn't know if I could get out of it, and he's been a really great tutor. In fact he has a way of explaining things better than any of our teachers. So what if I've been spending time studying with him a couple times?" Bradley contemplated her words, but it was clear he wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. "If that's the case, why have you been so bitchy lately? I swear you're on the rag," he sighed, which came out more like a growl. "First of all, Bradley, don't you ever say that a girl is on the rag! Or that she's being bitchy, you prick," Kaylee hissed. "Unless of course you want to trade me in for some slutty trailer trash that likes being called that, than by all means, *say it to me again*," she threatened. "Secondly, I said something I shouldn't have. Something I didn't mean, but it's been said and I can't take it back. It involves Luke. It was my fault, not his, so leave him and his friends alone, alright? That's why I've been... in a mood. And that's all you need to know because it's between me and him." Bradley nodded reluctantly, slowly starting to calm down. Kaylee noticed Luke not too far down the hallway. He had just walked around the corner and out of her sight. She couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like he might have had a smile on his face. Kaylee bit her lip. *Did he hear me,* she asked herself. *You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Kaylee; you're just digging a bigger hole.* **V – Quid Pro Quo** "Hey Kaylee," Luke said, answering his cell. Kaylee was completely caught off guard; even though she was the one who called him, she was surprised he finally picked up the phone in spite of her several unsuccessful attempts. She never did blame him for ignoring her. In fact, if roles were reversed and he had hurt her the way she had hurt him, she confessed that she would have done a whole lot worse than ignoring a flood of phone calls. Replying back as calmly as she could, Kaylee said, "Hey Luke, I'm glad you answered." She had rehearsed her apologies a thousand times, but she wasn't ready for her lines. All she could think to say was, "Whatcha doing?" She winced at the carelessness of her own words. "Just working on one of my papers for Mountain View. I'm about a month ahead in all my high school classes; it's really my three college classes that are taking up most of my time. What about you?" His voice sounded normal to Kaylee, which was a small relief. Maybe he was ready to talk to her again; maybe he would forgive her and find a way to get past her cruel words. "Just baking some cookies. Double chocolate chip; the dough is chocolate, just like the chips. Pretty much the whole thing is chocolate," she said. Kaylee giggled as she heard Luke moan on the other side of the phone. "They're not for me, though," she said. "They're for a friend." "By the way," she asked warily, "why did you... I mean, I'm not sure why you answered the phone, but I'm glad you did. Does that mean you're ready for me to apologize and beg for your forgiveness?" She felt awkward even asking that. As the words escaped from her mouth, she pondered how that sentence didn't even seem to be in her vocabulary, yet here she was on the verge of apologizing. The phone was quiet on the other end; she could only hope he was smiling. He hadn't hung up yet, so that was a good sign. "You still have my math book," Luke said dryly. Kaylee heard a quiet chuckle after he said that. "I'll bring it over when I'm done with the cookies," she laughed. Before he could say anything, Kaylee said, "So...um, just so you know, this part isn't easy for me. And I don't do it often, and can't remember the last time I did it, but I owe you about a million of them. So, here goes. "Luke, I'm so, so, so, so, so incredibly sorry," she gushed. "You might not even believe me, but I didn't even mean it at the time when I said it. I just...," she sighed. "I guess I just got myself wrapped up in my own distorted social life. I sometimes worry a little more about my reputation than I should, but in all actuality, it was the other way around. You're not the loser, Luke. It's the rest of us. Me, Bradley, Cindy... well, especially Cindy." It didn't come out like anything that Kaylee had planned to say, but she still meant every word of it. Luke laughed. "Kaylee, you're not a loser. You're a little too wrapped up into what people think of you, though, and I think it backfired. Yes, you stung me. You cut me open deep. I'm not sure if I've ever been hurt like that. Well, we can change the subject. You don't need to hear any more." Kaylee winced more and more with each word Luke spoke. "Luke, no. Please. It's ok. You can tell me how you feel," Kaylee pleaded. "I hurt you and I deserve whatever you have to say." Luke said, "I'm not trying to hurt you back." Kaylee was quiet on the other end, deliberately waiting for Luke to talk. Luke sighed, "Have you ever seen something so beautiful and majestic, but you didn't realize how deadly it could be until you were wrapped up in it, and it was too late? Like the waves of the ocean?" Kaylee couldn't answer. She wanted to, but she couldn't seem to manage. He continued, "When I heard you speak those words, I felt like I was swept into the ocean, swimming against the tide. I could see the shore line, but with every word you said as you kept talking, it was like I was pulled out deeper, no matter how hard I tried to swim. I couldn't breathe as I was swept away into the endless depths." He said, straightforward, "I couldn't run, I don't know why. And the worst part was that I couldn't make it stop." He spoke bluntly, but so eloquently, from his heart. She knew he wasn't trying to unleash drama or feel sorry for himself; she realized it was simply the way he spoke and how he communicated, how he opened up his feelings. That didn't mean it hurt any less; if anything, it hurt her more, the way he spun it like poetry. But she deserved it. The indirect pain he had just caused her was nowhere near the pain she caused him, and she hurt. Kaylee cringed as he brought forth the magnitude of the damage that she had caused him; she really had no idea just how much she hurt him until now. Her bottom lip quivered as he reminded her of what she had done; she didn't want to cry over the phone. "But, I was forced to remind myself that we are from two different worlds." Kaylee started to protest, but he continued, "And I'm ok with that. I'm the one who was lucky enough to cross into yours. Maybe I just let my guard down too much. A peasant is lucky enough if he gets to see an angel; I got to talk to one. For a moment, I even thought I was becoming friends with one. I guess ignorance is bliss, just like they say. I will always treasure you for that." Kaylee felt herself swooning. Her cheeks were flush; she could only imagine how red her face actually was, and it wasn't just from the heat of the oven. She was glad Luke couldn't see her red puffy eyes though the phone. Luke said, "I know it took a lot for you to apologize. I didn't ever think I would get an apology from the great Kaylee Reed." Kaylee smiled warmly. Luke had such a way with words, whether he knew it or not. "So, how can I say no? Of course I accept your apology." Kaylee smiled. "Thank you," she said softly. *I don't deserve it,* she thought to herself, *but thank you, Luke.* "And, I'm certainly not an angel. I wish I were. But, I want you to know Luke that I do consider you my friend. We're still friends. I mean, we can get past this." There was a quiet moment on the phone that unnerved her. Breaking the silence, she said, "Well, cookies are done. Would this be a good time to drop off your math book?" "Sure, come on over." Kaylee grew quiet. She cautiously asked, "Does this mean you'll continue tutoring me? I feel pretty good about the midterms coming up, but I could use a little more help getting ready, especially with chemistry..., I mean, if you don't..." "Of course, Kaylee." "I'll be there; I just have to clean up. And Luke? I really mean it. I am sorry. Thank you for forgiving me." She hung up her cell phone and smiled from ear to ear. Her excitement seemed unnatural, yet she found herself running through the house to change her clothes and grab her makeup, getting ready to go over to Luke's. She was pretty sure that it was because she made amends and that terrible weight was now off of her shoulders. Deep down and in the back of her mind, she wasn't so sure if that was the full answer. Who cared? She was just glad she he accepted her apology and was willing to continue tutoring her. The only thing she had to worry about was what to wear over to Luke's and changing quickly enough that the cookies wouldn't grow cold. \--- As the door swung open, Kaylee thought Luke was going to say something, but his jaw was frozen in the open position. Kaylee smiled pleasantly, smirking on the inside. Could it be because she was wearing short, tight cutoffs and a short sleeved grey leopard-print shirt with black spots, knotted up in front, showing a subtle hint of midriff? She thought so. She held out a math book with two large plastic containers resting on top, each one with a dozen cookies. "Kaylee, I... wow, thank you," Luke said with a great appreciation, looking back and forth between the cookies and Kaylee herself. She noticed he stared at *her* – not her breasts or stomach, but her face. Her eyes. She smiled even deeper. "Well invite her in, Luke," a feminine voice said from inside. Kaylee bit her lip and her eyes grew wide; she assumed that since her parents were never home, other people's parents wouldn't be home either. As it turned out, that wasn't a great assumption. Kaylee had a sudden urge to pull her shirt down a little further. Luke held the door open for her. "Hi, I'm Luke's mother, Jessica. It's so nice to meet you." Kaylee smiled outwardly, but inwardly she hid her shock at how young Jessica looked. She was beautiful; Kaylee would kill for those blond ringlets. Most of the time Kaylee kept her hair straight in some kind of layered pattern; ringlets were always hard for her to pull off and took too much time anyway. Kaylee was proud of her breasts, but they didn't hold a candle to Jessica's. Her insecurity finally began to surface as she realized the only real advantage that she held over Jessica was her pure youth. Yep, it was time to go shopping after she left Luke's house. How did Luke come from a mother like this? Jessica must have married a super-nerd, which would explain where Luke got his genes from. "Nice to meet you too," Kaylee said politely, shaking her hand. "Luke, you didn't tell me Kaylee Reed was coming over!" A thin and wiry fourteen or fifteen year old girl that Kaylee didn't recognize, pretty but somewhat fashion-challenged, bounded up and offered out her hand. She was all smiles, showing the slightest gap between her two small front teeth. She definitely had her mother's beautiful, curly hair, although it was more tousled and unkempt. "Hi, I'm Faith! It's so nice to meet you in person!" Kaylee couldn't help but smile at both Faiths' bubbly personality, and also the fact that she acted like Kaylee was royalty. "It's wonderful to meet you, too. Luke told me you're a freshman?" "Luke told you about me? I didn't even think you knew I existed," Faith gasped with awe, clearly on cloud nine. "Faith, honey, why don't you and I go to the living room. They have some homework to do," Jessica told her. Faith sighed. Putting on a smile, she said, "Kaylee, it was so nice meeting you. I hope I get to see you again before you leave!" Faith obeyed her mother's request, partly out of respect for her, and partly so she could tweet all her friends that Kaylee actually knew her! "Kaylee, Luke will get you anything if you need it. In fact, I'm sure he was just about to offer you something to drink," Jessica said, dropping an obvious hint to her son. Luke looked bashfully at Kaylee. Kaylee beamed and said, "I'm good, Luke. Thank you for the offer, though." "You two have fun studying," Jessica said, looking at Kaylee. It was a pleasant smile, but there was something about it that made the hairs on the back of Kaylee's neck stand up. It was obvious to her that Jessica was very protective of Luke, and the warning look fired at Kaylee that only a mother could give was clear evidence of that fact. Kaylee considered herself warned. After Jessica and Faith left, Luke pulled out a chair for her and said, "Thank you for the cookies. You must have been busy with all of those batches you made for your friend and for me." Kaylee smiled and tilted her head to the side, "Luke, the only batch I made was these two, and both are for you and your family." Luke seemed confused. Kaylee put her hand on top of Luke's hand and giggled, "I told you on the phone I was making them for a friend. You're my friend." Luke looked at her again, clearly having heard the words but processing their meaning. The smile on her face dropped, "I mean, you are my friend, right?" The confusion on his face didn't exactly go away, but he nodded quickly, indicating that he was – or at least that was what he wanted. "I was a bitch," Kaylee said bluntly but quietly so only Luke could hear, lowering her eyes. "I guess you could say the cookies were part of my apology package. I'm not exactly good at this, or maybe I should say that it's not in my nature, so bear with me." Luke smiled awkwardly. "You're doing good, Kaylee," he tried to encourage her, although he wasn't really sure what to say other than that. Kaylee put her hand on his, "Luke, I do consider you a friend. You've helped me so much more than anyone else, and you put up with my B.S. when no one else would have. Only a true friend would do something like that. Thank you." A goofy look crossed Luke's face. He gave a discomfited nod and stuttered over his words, but nothing came out quite right. He gave up and finally decided on pulling out her chemistry book. The pair buckled down and studied, and the minute hand on the clock seemed to leap forward at an alarming rate. Kaylee was gradually grasping the concept of her chemistry lessons as Luke slowly and steadily continued to guide her. He wouldn't do the work for her, but he made it easier for her to understand. Kaylee had her head down, working on a chemistry problem when she noticed Luke staring at her breasts out of the corner of her eye. At first, she was surprised, wondering if it was an accident or a coincidence. However, it was enough to engage her radar, and less than sixty seconds later she caught him doing it again. She smiled deviously, thinking, *I finally caught him! I guess Audrey and everyone else were right. Maybe the leopard print is his kryptonite. What would he do if I wore tiger or zebra stripes, or maybe a snakeskin design?* Kaylee giggled. It was so cute; she saw his head bouncing back and forth in confusion, wanting to stare at her rack but forcefully resisting half of the time, as if the gentleman in him was wrestling his inner-horndog. Luke looked at her, wondering why she giggled. "Oh, it's nothing. Just something I heard earlier today at school. Sorry, I'll refocus," she lied. At least it was only a little white lie. She also about Luke kept rubbing his right shoulder. She asked, "What's wrong with your shoulder, Luke?" "Oh, nothing, it's just a little sore is all." Luke looked at her sheepishly, and then turned back to her chemistry book. Kaylee winced, "That's from when you knocked over Bradley, isn't it?" Luke didn't answer, but his grin gave him away. Kaylee gave him a playful 'you're in trouble' look and just shook her head, "I should be mad at you for bowling over my boyfriend, rushing at him like some kind of rebel cowboy, yet I find myself proud of you for defending your friend. Bradley was kinda being a jerk." She sighed, exasperated with herself, "What kind of girlfriend am I?" He grinned even more, "Cowboy?" "All you were missing was the six-shooters." She got up from the table and asked if he had any Ziploc bags; he showed her the pantry in the kitchen and asked her why. "Take your shirt off," she said, taking one of the bags to the freezer. "Um...whaaat..." he said nervously with wide open eyes. Grabbing some ice and putting it in the bag, she told him with a wry smile, "Just do it, you pervert. My intentions are pure. I'm not going to molest you or anything. You're not that lucky." He was still frozen like a deer in the headlights. She sighed, "Just trust me, ok? Can you do that for me, cowboy?" Slowly he nodded and took his shirt off. She sat him down in the chair and held the bag of ice on his shoulder; he jumped a little. Grimacing, he said, "Cowboys don't like ice. I read it somewhere. I think that's why cowboys originated from the south, not from Alaska." "Settle down, you big baby. This will help reduce the inflammation." Shaking his head, Luke said, "He hit the pavement and didn't even get dizzy. I hit flesh and tweaked my shoulder. Go figure." It was as if a light bulb turned on over Kaylee's head. She couldn't wait to share it with him, "Luke, you just gave me an idea. Hear me out." "I'm all ears." "Ok, so, you're tutoring me in school, right? And I've been looking for a way to pay you back." Luke gave and awkward laugh and said, "Well, you did bring the cookies. I'd say that's good enough." "It's not good enough for me," she said. "What if... what if I tutor *you*?" It was obvious that Luke tried to hold his tongue. He was curious what she meant and said, "Um, ok. But, in what subject, Kaylee?" Kaylee smiled, "Ok, so I can't tutor you in anything inside of school. However, I can teach you a lot *outside* of school. In athletics, for starters. I'll tutor you on the running track and inside the weight room. That way, we'll make you less prone to injuries, like this one. You'll be stronger and in better shape. And it will keep jerks like my boyfriend off your back." She blushed, shocked at what she had just said about her own boyfriend. "Oh my, I can't believe I just said that about him. I didn't mean it... he's a great guy, he just has a temper some times and acts before he thinks. You know what I mean." He couldn't help laughing, "I know. I could see it in his eyes – Ready, fire, aim!" Kaylee smiled pleasantly, but she became serious when she said threateningly, "That's just between you and me, you understand?" He continued, "Don't worry, I won't tell him you said that. It'll be our secret. So, tutoring me with physical fitness, huh? I don't know. I've never really been athletic to start with." "But that's the point." She sighed, "Look. Bradley has a good forty pounds on you, and I was really scared for you earlier. I'd never been happier to see Mr. Scott in my life, which is something because I absolutely hate his class. I don't want to see you in that situation again." Luke gave a half-hearted smile, "Thanks. I think. Well, dad keeps harping on me to go to the gym with him. And now, you are, too." He shrugged, "I guess I should take a hint and give in to peer pressure this one time. You don't exactly look like a weight lifter, though." She smiled, "Just because I look like a princess doesn't mean I'm not tough like an Amazon." she winked. "Girls lift weights too, just lighter ones. Besides, cheerleading isn't as easy as you might think. It takes a lot of arm strength to lift the other girls in the air and a lot of leg strength to do those jump splits. Again, you'll just have to trust me. "Also, we'll have to do something about your outfit and your scraggly hair," she said, reaching up and tousling his hair. Every muscle in his body tightened as she ran her fingers through his hair; he wanted to enjoy the sensation of her touch, savor it for as long as he could – or freeze time if he could figure out a way – but he was so nervous he wasn't sure how. As her words sunk in, Luke looked at her puzzled, unsure of what she meant, and asked, "What's wrong with my outfit and hair?" "Nothing, if you grew up in the 80's. You're a few strands away from an afro. A few things have changed that we need to get you updated on." Kaylee thought for a moment, "I'll tell you what. If you want to keep what you're wearing and how you look, that's fine; I won't pressure you. But, if you trust me, I can make you look hot." She was honestly surprised she said that; it wasn't that long ago she didn't think a team of hairdressers with beautician doctorates could have upgraded him to plain, let alone one person making him hot. Still, she was confident in what she said. Her eyebrow rose, impatiently awaiting his response. "So, I tutor you in academics, you tutor me in athletics. Quid pro quo." Kaylee gave him a blank look, "Um, yea, sure. Whatever that means." He thought it over for a moment, using his problem-solving skills just like he did with any other dilemma, weighing the pros and cons carefully. On one hand, running always made him cough, especially running outside in the cold. Granted, it was California, even if it was December. Still, Kaylee also mentioned resistance training. Lifting weights always made his arms and legs burn. He wasn't sure how his dad was able to do that every other day for the last however-many years, and he really didn't have any interest to do so himself. Then there was... spandex. Kaylee's butt and upper legs covered in tight spandex, perhaps mankind's best invention. He remembered back during his junior year he was walking down the hallway, past the gym's open doors. He caught a quick glimpse of her in the gym, her back turned to him, wearing black spandex. The stretched fabric didn't come down very far; maybe several inches above her knees. It squeezed against her ass, holding her two spherical orbs in position so tightly an entire case of WD-40 couldn't free them. He recalled how he immediately hastened his pace past the gym, swinging his backpack towards his front, his face turning red. And that was just because of her ass. He didn't even have time to steal a look at her gorgeous legs with those shapely calf muscles, nor make an attempt to decipher whatever secrets her halter top held in place. Pros versus cons. The decision was easy. "So when can we start?"

Franchise Girls Club

*Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction; none of these events ever occurred, and those celebrities shown here do not act this way. This is purely fantasy and should be treated as such; furthermore, no minors should continue reading this.* \*\*\*\*\* "I still can't believe I'm here with you guys!" Shailene Woodley, the young 22-year-old rising star, could barely contain her excitement as she lifted her drink to her lips once again. Sitting by a nightclub's table, she wore a simple button-up blue shirt and jeans which, combined with her tomboyish looks and short hair, could make her easily mistaken for a young male by anyone who looked at her from afar. Though anyone who did would also be too busy being jealous of the 'boy' considering whom her companion was. "Then you better start believing it, 'cause now you are one of us and we always stick together." Said, the blonde at her side. With an equally short hair, only blonde and in a more feminine cut, and wearing a black top with a jacket over and a long black skirt, was none other than a cheerful Jennifer Lawrence. The blonde sweetheart and Shailene were sitting by a table at the club's corner, well hidden from everyone's eyes. As the music started stopping, they stopped chatting as they saw another girl approaching the table. "Hey Alex, glad you managed to come." Jennifer said, raising a glass to her. The newcomer, bright-eyed Alexandra Daddario, smiled back as she greeted the two girls. "Where are Emma and Kristen?" She asked as she sat down. "We are right here." Said a British-accented voice as the two girls in question appeared, drinks in hand. "We were on the bar, but we saw you arrive." The two sat down, which completed their little group and the eye pleasing sight most males would love to see. Besides Shailene and Jennifer, Kristen Stewart had her dark brown locks long and left casually wild. She was clad in nothing but tight jeans and an almost see-through, loose top, the outline of her black bra visible from underneath. Emma Watson, on the other hand, was dressed in a nice but rather loose white dress and a matching skirt, in fact so matching they could be mistaken as part of the dress. Her clothing hug her body nicely but not in a vulgar way, elegant but still very attractive. Alexandra Daddario, was dressed in a relatively simpler outfit. She had a black top that was open around the back, being held up by straps behind her neck; it still hugged enough to accentuate her impressive chest. Right down she had a very short mini-skirt that revealed most of her thighs, giving her overall a very sexy look. "So, Shailene." Kristen asked their new friend. "How are you enjoying our little date so far?" Her expression elicited chuckles from around the table as Shailene laughed along. "It is great! I mean, just being with you guys is already amazing! I... I can't..." "Believe me, she truly can't." Jennifer quipped. "She has been babbling about how unbelievable this is every five minutes. Please, don't get her started again." Shailene blushed a bit. "Well, don't worry Shai. We all stick together-" "I've told her that too." The five girls chuckled again as they downed their drinks. "I know it can be overwhelming at first." Said the British of the group. "I mean, in the last few years you went from a common girl to playing along with George Clooney and Kate Winslet!" "Not *that* common, I hope." Shailene said. "I mean, I've done smaller roles in TV and films since I was younger. I even played in 'The OC', though most people don't remember." "Sorry, I'm guilty." Alexandra said, looking sheepish as the others looked at her. "I used to watch that." "I played Willa Holland's role in the first season." Shailene helped. "Then my character left for the second season, which made me leave too, and when she came back they decided to go with Willa." "I remember Willa." Jennifer said. "I worked with her in my first film. It was really shitty, but she was really kind. And she is doing 'Arrow' now, so she may become big soon." "I hope." Alexandra muttered under her breath, though the others heard. She noticed their looks. "Uhm... No offence, Shai, but I really liked Willa in 'The OC'. I would love to have her in our group too." "Then why don't you invite her too?" Shailene asked. "Because that kinda misses the point of our little club?" Kristen said in a slightly sarcastic tone, enough to make Shailene blush in shame. "I mean, we are *Franchise Girls*. It is supposed to be a private club, just for us." "What Kristen is trying to say is that we have a motif for our get-together." Emma jumped in, apologizing for the 'Twilight' star's rudeness. "I mean, there are us, Alexa Vega, Vanessa Hudgens... All are or were leading ladies from movie franchises." "I feel special when you put it like this." Shailene blushed, then blushed even harder when Jennifer Lawrence hugged her. "You certainly are!" The girls laughed. They kept chatting animatedly about themselves and whichever gossip came up. Emma eventually excused herself from the group as she went to the bathroom; only then did Shailene notice Kristen was also missing from the table. She didn't get to dwell on that for long as Alexandra got up and took the seat at her side. With her at one side and Jennifer at the other, Shailene suddenly found herself quite shy... \- Having noticed the person missing from the table, Emma excused herself to find her. Not that she would have to look far; she immediately went to the most likely place, though not 'most likely' for the usual reasons. "Why is it that I knew you would be here?" Kristen Stewart stopped washing her face as she looked at her friend coming in through the door. "Similar minds think alike." "Oh please, we aren't similar in this point." Emma Watson replied, moving closer as she sighed. "So, what were you doing? Weed or coke?" Kristen raised an eyebrow. "Why? Want a bit too?" Emma sighed again. "You know I don't do that. Anyway, what are your thoughts on her?" "Shailene?" Kristen asked, turning around to lean against the sink. "Meh, she seems okay. Jennifer seemed to take a real liking to her... Do you think she does weed? With all her ecological bullshit she says she is in, I was thinking of offering some to her." "Who knows?" Emma turned to the sink, checking herself on the bathroom mirror. Kristen noticed the 'conversation is over' gesture from her friend and huffed, but then started smirking. With a quick movement Kristen got behind Emma, putting both hands on the sink at either side of the girl so the Brit was effectively trapped. By the time Emma noticed it was too late, as she turned to find herself trapped between the sink and Kristen. "Come on, KStew, someone may come in and see us." "You know I hate this nickname." Kristen hissed through gritted teeth, pushing forward against the brunette until she was almost sitting on the sink. Emma groaned a bit but grinned. "And you are liking it, you prude bitch." Emma frowned at the 'insult', but didn't get a chance to reply as Kristen leaned forward and pressed her lips against her neck. Emma soon started moaning as Kristen started moving around her neck, kissing and licking before slowly moving upwards. "Can you imagine how many horny fanboys would love to watch this scene?" Kristen asked with a smile, moving back to watch Emma's face. The British, in turn, glared hotly at her before finally throwing her arms around her neck and pulling the pale girl closer, smashing their lips in a passionate kiss. And it was this scene, Hermione Granger pressed tightly against a bathroom sink by Bella Swann while they made out, that Beatrice Prior saw when she opened the bathroom door. "Holy fuck!" Shailene exclaimed, paralyzed by the sight she was witnessing. Immediately the two lovers broke off and looked at her; Emma blushing, wide-eyed and looking a bit ashamed while Kristen smirked sultrily, keeping herself pressed as much as possible against the Brit while looking at the newcomer. "Shit. Look, Shai..." Emma started, trying to explain the situation. She tried to push Kristen away but found the 'Twilight' star incompliant. "Bloody hell, Kristen, let me explain to her." "What is there to explain? I think she witnessed enough." Kristen turned to a still stunned Shailene Woodley, who had her mouth hanging open. "And I think she doesn't mind either." With that Kristen turned back to Emma, moving one of her dress' straps to start exposing her breast. Before Emma could stop Kristen dove downwards and planted her lips on the exposed skin, giving a small love-bite to make the brunette moan in surprise and shame. "Oh my God... I'm... I'm sorry to have interrupted." An embarrassed Shailene quickly apologized before running away from the bathroom. Seeing this, Emma used all her willpower to give a strong push and make Kristen disengage from her body. "Why did you do that?!" "Oh, come on. She was going to discover one way or another." Kristen whined, trying to grab her (girl)friend's hips but having Emma push her hands away. "Seriously, Em! At least she won't be so surprised when one of us makes a pass on her. Or are you just angry she might think you are taken?" "Oh, don't you dare get jealous!" "Who said I'm jealous? If anything, the thought of a threesome with you two makes me even hotter.,," Kristen once again moved forward, only to be stopped. "C'mon, let Jen and Alex sort it out. You know how horny I get when I'm stoned..." "Sorry, Kristen, but you fucked up right now." Emma moved her dress' strap back in place, fixing herself up before moving to the door. "I've got to find her before she quits on us. You know how bad this is going to get if she lets it out?" "I told you, Jen and Alex can fix that." Kristen followed her, her tone turning into a whine. "Are you seriously gonna leave me fucking hanging?! I'm going to explode if I don't fuck you right now!" "Take that as punishment. Now excuse me." With that Emma left after Shailene, leaving a frustrated Kristen Stewart in the bathroom. ... "Fucking righteous limey. She is gonna get hers soon enough." Kristen mumbled darkly, obviously in a now-gloomy mood after being denied sex from her friend. As she left the bathroom shortly after Emma—waiting for a moment to see if she would come back or not—she looked around her, seeing the usual partying and dancing around the nightclub. After a while of searching her eyes found the table they were in; she could make out the four others sitting around it, though she could not make what they were talking or even their reactions from the distance. "I told her that ecoshit didn't mind it." Kristen grumbled, seeing enough to know the 'Divergent' star wasn't throwing a fit. She grunted in exasperation. "Damnit, know what do I do... What the fuck are you looking at?" Her question was directed at a guy standing close by, leaning against the wall and looking at her. He blinked in surprise at being caught staring and tried looking away. "Hey, I'm talking to you." Kristen moved towards him. "Wait, do I know you?" Now the man looked nervous at her enquires, and Kristen was sure she knew him from somewhere. "I-I don't think so, Ms. Stewart..." He replied meekly, followed by a barely audible whisper. "Shit..." After a few moments of silence, Kristen started smirking as she finally 'recognized' him. "You are one of Emma's guys, aint't you?" Kristen said playfully, and he gulped at being caught. "Heh, should have expected that horny limey would be prepared for the night. Was she planning to make a... 'party'?" One of the highlights of their little girl club was that it was *private*, and what Shailene caught was just an appetizer compared to the more common occurrences. It wasn't uncommon for their get-togethers to turn into outright fucking; as such, in order to spice up things, they often brought guys along. They all had good, trustworthy guys on their paycheck for these occasions; guys who would be at their beck and call, knew how to be discreet and—of course—were willing to fuck them as much as they wanted. "Let me guess, you weren't supposed to be seen?" Kristen asked sultrily, to which the man nodded while keeping an 'I am fucked' expression on his face. "Don't worry, it is alright..." Kristen moved closer to him, placing her hand seductively against his chest, as she looked him over. Smiling as she saw how *positively* his body seemed to react, she without warning pushed against his body strongly. He groaned as his back flattened against the wall, unable to avoid her body as her small breasts pressed against his chest... And her hand moved downwards. "You certainly are one of Emma's boys. She is a fucking size queen, after all..." Kristen said huskily, her voice almost a whisper as she grabbed and massage his boner through his pants. "I'm very horny right now, and your boss left me hanging. Think you can take her place, big guy?" He groaned, eyes closed as he tried resisting her tease. "She is going to be pissed I left my post, much less had sex without her permission..." "Oh, fuck her. She owes me." She hissed, her hands tightening around his crotch and making him whimper slightly. "If anything happens I will just employ you myself." He mentally debated the matter for a couple moments, then looked over at the table's direction. Then he looked back at Kristen, who was glaring at him as she waited. "Where?" Smirking, Kristen guided them around the club, moving through the crowds of people. He barely paid attention to the path she was taking them on, far too entranced he was; only when she led them through the club's backdoor and into the alley behind it did he snap back to reality. Without another word Kristen pushed him against the wall, and before he could react she was going down on her knees, his pants unzipped and down as she took his hard cock in her mouth. "Oh God!" He moaned loudly, his face scrunching tightly as he felt her tongue swirl around the head and her lips suck him in. He moved his hands down, running his fingers along her hair and to her cheek. She glared up at him, keeping her gaze on his as she licked along his member and lightly bobbed on it. "Have you gotten this before, hm?" She asked, taking him out of her mouth but continuing to stroke with her hand. "Tell me, how many times have I sucked your cock? How many times have you felt my lips and my tongue around it?" He could only grunt and moan, unable to answer her. Kristen continued with her torture, smirking sultrily and glaring at him with half-lidded eyes while her hand jerked him off, occasionally licking or touching her lips on it. "How many times have you fucked me? Tell me..." "Far too many to count...!" He finally yelled at her, his hand closing on her hair and pulling her face back into his cock, almost slamming her face into it. "Now, shut the fuck up!" Kristen moaned around his cock, whether in approval or not he didn't know or care. Still glaring up at him, the former 'Twilight' star started bobbing her head up and down on his cock, sucking him in deeply as his hand in her hair further guided her movement. "That's it... Keep taking that hard cock... Damn, you are so good at this..." He told her, earning a couple hums in approval. Placing his other hand at the side of her head, he tightened his hold and started moving her face himself, forcing her to take even more of his cock inside. Kristen didn't seem to mind as she let him take control, more and more of his inches finding their way inside her. In no time Kristen started gagging as his dick invaded her narrow throat, his hands keeping her from withdrawing and forcing her to keep him balls-deep in. She coughed a bit as he moved his hips back, giving her space for a moment before thrusting back forward and proceeding to literally face-fuck her. "That is it, show me how good a cocksucker you are!" He grunted, continuing to slam into her. Looking down, he saw to his amusement that she had already snaked a hand inside her jeans and, from the movement of her arm, was already getting lost in her own pleasure. He let go of her head, letting her draw her face away from his waist and breathe freely again. He looked down at her, seeing her glare straight into his eyes, their gaze locked into each other as she continued fingering herself. "I thought you said you wanted me to do that?" He asked, teasingly. "What use am I if you can do it yourself?" "Then why don't you make yourself useful?" She growled back, never breaking eye contact or slowing down her masturbation. "Come on, you bastard. Come fuck me!" Almost immediately he reached down and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. As he got her standing he kept a hold of her arms, keeping her from continuing her activities; with a swift, almost brutish movement, he turned them around and pushed her against the wall. "That is more like it." Kristen said, keeping her eyes trained on his. With one hand he pinned her hands above her head; with the other he drifted down her body, inside her shirt and groped her breasts. "Hhmm... That is *way* more like it... Come on, take my clothes off!" Not one to question her, he let go of her hands—which she kept obediently over her head—to grab the hem of her semi-see-through top, pulling it over her head and revealing her pale body and small, bra-encased boobs to him. "You know, I never really stopped to admire these." He said, unclasping her bra and moving to fondle the small pert mounds. "There is not much to admire." Kristen said, her voice pretty much ordering him to disagree. "But there still is something." With a smirk he lowered himself so he was eye-level with her breasts, the nipples hard and protruding as he pinched and groped the little mounds. Accepting the unspoken invitation he leaned forward to give them a teasing lick, earning a laughing moan from the starlet. "They seem sensitive, too." As he continued to lick and tease her, she once again moved her hands downwards into her pants. Rubbing herself slowly, the dark haired girl couldn't help whimpering when he closed his mouth around a breast, suckling and biting at her sensitive skin. "Do they taste good, hm?" She asked, putting her idle hand on his short hair as she grinned at his worship. "Say, is it the first time you do that?" "I never had the chance." He said, taking his mouth off her for a second before start to give small sucks along the smallish mound. "I might have cummed on them, though." "You fucker." She said, grinning. As he eventually drew back from her body, he started moving upwards, kissing along her collarbone, up her neck and jaw. As his face came upon hers, their mouths came together in a searing, lust-filled motion as they kissed hotly, immediately putting their tongues to work against each other. In a couple moments, in a mess of limbs and instinct-guided movements, their situation had already escalated: Kristen's jeans and underwear were pooled on the floor; she was lifted from the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist as his fully erected cock nested comfortably inside her; their mouths joined together, kissing passionately as he thrust his hips into her and used his hands holding her by the thighs/ass to further move her. "Hhhmmm... Fuck...!" She hissed against him whenever their mouths separated, their foreheads continuing to touch as they glared at each other. "Yes... Like that, don't stop..." "You like it, hm? You love having that spoiled cunt fucked raw, don't you?" He whispered back, earning a growl from his current lover as he pushed her against the wall. With the building's side helping to support her body, he could redirect more of his strength and focus on the fucking and started impaling her harder and deeper. "Tell me how much you like it." He asked her, slowing down as one of his hands moved to grope her chest. "Tell me how much you like being fucked like a slut." "Hhmm... Yeah!" She moaned loudly. "I love this, I fucking love being fucked like this, now shut up and keep fuck the shit out of me!" As she pulled him as close as possible and joined their lips together again, he set back into a strong pace as he fucked her. Within a few minutes she screamed into his mouth, her answer being a grunt as her cunt tightened around his cock she was brought to an orgasm. "Ooohhh!... Oohhh... You fucker... That's it..." She babbled between kisses as her orgasm took course, his thrusting not diminishing their intensity despite the added constriction. "Oh God..." She gasped as he drew himself out, telling her to stand up. As soon as her still wobbly legs touched the floor he grabbed her hips and turned her around, pushing her against the wall as he pressed against her from behind. "Ugh... What do you think you are doing?" She said with a smirk, her face turned to the side to glance at him. "What, you think I'm gonna let you fuck my ass?" "I was thinking about fucking your cunt from behind. But now that you mention it..." His hands drifted low to her shapely ass, groping it before giving her a firm slap. "It has been a long time since I had a shot at that." "You motherfucker." She said, almost laughing as she wiggled her fine backside against him, earning it a couple more smacks. Under his assault she continued her playful questioning. "And who told you I would let you fuck my ass?" "Well, right now, even if you didn't let me..." At this he reached up and grabbed her by her long hair, cocking her head back and prompting a yelp from her. "...then I'm just gonna take it." He used his hand on her hair and another on the waist to position her, pressing her upper body against the wall as her ass jutted out in his direction, almost *begging* for him. Not one to disappoint, he grabbed her cheeks and set his cock at her puckered entrance. "You fucker." She hissed as he teased her asshole. "Just do it already." "Them tell me how much you want it, why don't you?" He wiggled his hips, torturing her with his cock's head. "Tell me how you want this cock inside you. "Yes! I want it!" She said, impatiently trying to push him inside her. "I'm just a slut who desperately wants a cock inside her, okay? Are you happy now?!" Rather than words, he answered by tightening his grasp on her hips and pushing forward strongly, breaking through the tightness of her anal entrance to nest inside her warm backdoor. "Shit... No matter how many times I fuck it, you continue as tight as the first time!" He said as he started moving, trying to set a pace. "You are amazing, Kristen." "Uuggh... Thanks..." She said between groans. She had her cheek pressed against the wall, her face turned to the side; he could see her face scrunched up as she adjusted to the invasion, biting her bottom lip so seductively to keep from screaming. "Fuuuck... This is so good..." After a while trying, he eventually managed to get used to her tight ass and started slipping his cock inside it, pulling almost completely out before slamming back inside. Kristen's body was rocked by his hard thrusts, her face pressing almost painfully against the wall as she alternated between grunts and moans while he fucked her. It was by sheer luck that no one came across this scene, the 'Twilight' star being fucked in the ass by a common guy against a wall. Though, with their mindset taken over by pleasure, the most that could happen was their romp becomes a threesome. "Ooooooohhh God! Fuck... Faster... Hhhhmmmm..." Kristen moaned out, gasping in surprise as he leaned forward. He held her by the hair, pulling a bit as he brought his face close to hers and gave her a hard kiss. "Shit, if you keep tightening like that I won't hold for long." He told her, kissing her cheek and ear almost lovingly—a strange contradiction from the brutal, almost rape-like ass-pounding he was simultaneously giving her. Within a couple 'minutes'—really, one's perception of time gets really messed up when fucking—Kristen started feeling her legs get weak, not withstanding his strong thrusts. "Then get the fuck on the floor!" He held into her waist and brought her along as he drew back, never taking his cock from inside her; this allowed Kristen to slide off the wall and lower herself, until there was enough space for her go on her knees and support herself on her hands. Now with her in the traditional doggy-style position, the thrusts restarted with renewed vigor and the pace became faster and harder; Kristen's body rocked back and forth by the violence of the thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping against each other being as loud as her moaning. The fact his balls kept hitting her pussy whenever he slammed himself into her only added to the pleasure. "Hhhhmmm... Ooohh yeeeesss... Fuck me, fuck meeeee!" Kristen kept babbling, sometimes almost incoherently as he kept pounding her. After a while the pleasure reached its peak, the ever-lovely constriction of her ass muscles helping intensify the feeling and bring him to the edge. "C'mon you slut, where do you want it?!" He almost growled, trying to keep the pace while doing his best to avoid blowing. "Wherever you want!" She yelled back, moaning like a bitch. With his mind far too busy to think over his options, he settled for continuing what he started. He grabbed her hair again, bringing her upper body upwards to press against his chest and snuggling his face against her neck. Circling his hands around her, he grabbed her breasts—eliciting renewed moans from her—to keep her still as he pounded her slower but harder, burying his entire length all the way to her bowels. "Yes... Yes...! Oooooh fuuuuckk!" Kristen screamed as he bit down on her shoulder, his body going still in his thrust as she felt his member twitch and start shooting his whitey essence deep into her. They stood like that for a moment as he spewed his entire load inside her, Kristen's face seemingly frozen in a sexy 'O' as she took it all. As his hands started moving on her chest again—caressing her breasts—his face started trailing kisses and nibbles along her neck, reaching her face and planting a passionate tongue-filled kiss on her as she turned to look at him. "So, was I a good substitute for Emma?" He asked against her neck, smirking as they came down from their sex-induced high. "Good enough." She shot back, teasingly. "But was that bite truly needed? I'm not into vampires." He chuckled as he looked down at her shoulder, seeing his bite had left a mark. Lowering his head a bit, he put his tongue out and licked it over. Kristen chuckled. "Now, get up. They probably got Shailene under control already, and if I know Jen and Emma they are probably having their way with her. Want a shot at the new girl?" She asked. "Truthfully? I would prefer to have another shot at you." He said, pinching her butt as he pulled her down on him again. "How... cheesy, but thanks anyway. I will tell you what..." She turned around, sitting on his lap facing him. "We can go to my hotel room. If you can get hard again until we arrive I will let you fuck me all night long, plus I might even employ you. If not, well..." She moved her hand down, grasping his flaccid member. "Well, I guess Emma will hear about it." He looked at her, smirking as he already felt himself twitch on her hand. "You are on, bitch." \- ***Meanwhile, with the other girls*** "Wow, that was quick!" Jennifer Lawrence exclaimed as Shailene Woodley sat down on the table. "It... uhm... it was too full." The 'Divergent' star lied, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It became even worse shortly after that, as Emma Watson also arrived at the table. Shailene recoiled as the British girl apologized for her absence, and after that blushed and avoided looking at her. This didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer, nor by Alexandra Daddario. "Are you two alright?" Alexandra asked. "Y-Yeah! Of course!" Shailene said, faking enthusiasm. She gave a nervous chuckle. "Why wouldn't it be?!" "Really?" Jennifer exclaimed with a raised eyebrow. "I hope you are a better actress on-screen than that." "It's alright. Shai, we have to talk; I got to explain something to you." Shailene blushed again as Emma interceded. The British star looked at the two other girls. "Can you give us some time here? I have to talk to her about... *that*." Jennifer and Alexandra perked up at this, and Jennifer smiled. "I thought you had already done that?" "I hadn't *talked* yet." Emma sighed, before being blunt. "She caught me and Kristen on the bathroom." Shailene blushed even brighter as the two widened their eyes—and in Jennifer's case, widened her smile as well—and looked at her. She didn't know what to do, think, or expect. "You sure you want to be the one to talk to her?" Jennifer asked, to which Emma nodded—her smirk going unnoticed by Shailene. "Well, in that case I will leave you two alone. Come on, Alex, let's give the two *lovebirds* some space." Shailene almost spilled her drink at Jennifer's words, looking a cross between indignant and embarrassed. "Don't mind Jen. I think you already have a good understanding of how she is." Emma said once they were 'alone', most people leaving to the dance floor as they started to play some particularly loud bands. "So, Shai, I have to talk to you." "Look, it's okay." Shailene said, trying to defuse the situation. "I don't have anything against you girls. I'm really cool with it, I'm not prejudiced or anything. I... I was just surprised, that is all. I think the media would get crazy if they discovered." She chuckled. "Thanks, I guess. But it is not like that." Emma said, her eyes keeping contact with Shailene's. "Me and Kristen are not lovers, and we aren't really lesbians either." "Uhm, are you girls bi then?" "You could say that." Emma sort of agreed. "We mostly just fool around with each other, kinda like experimenting. Jennifer and Alexandra as well, and also Alexa and Vanessa. In fact, that is partly what our club is about." *"Wait, what?!"* Shailene's mind screamed, though she did not voice it. Her eyes still gave away her shock, wide as they were after the revelation. "I mean, when we started me and Alexa were just young girls, thrust into the whole Hollywood scene. It can be very overwhelming, so our parents and managers set us together to alleviate the tension. Having someone of the same age, going through the same situation... It helps a lot. We became friends, we grew up on those sets, we made a lot together. And... we also went through some teen phases together..." "I get it, okay?" Shailene said, trying again to defuse the situation. "I know, we can get those urges to try out, to... *explore*. I'm okay with it, I really am." Emma pursed her lips. "We eventually met Kristen and Vanessa, who were also making it big, and decided to expand our little group. We found a common theme and went with it." She looked at Shailene, who still seemed hesitant. "We aren't a sex-crazed orgy group, don't worry. We are just a group of friends, having fun together; we fool around with each other sometimes, true, but it doesn't mean we are going to force you into anything." Shailene took in her words. Indeed, she was happy they considered her for their little club, and even more so that Emma was seemingly willing to have her stay even if she didn't partake on their more sexual activities. From the little time she had been with them, she had already liked them a lot! Besides, it was not like she was so different anyway. She did her fair share of experiencing in the past... and she couldn't say it was bad. "So, Shailene..." Emma looked at her, slightly insecure. "What... What do you say?" Shailene looked at the British girl, seeing her insecurity at her reaction. She would be lying if she said she was not a bit excited at the idea of the club; while she preferred men, her experimenting did make her... more *open* to the same sex. She would also be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to these girls, especially to Emma Watson. So, she answered her question not with words, but with action. Inching closer to the British girl Shailene smiled and raised her hand to her face, softly caressing it with her thumb. Emma froze for a moment before smiling back, kissing the thumb softly when it moved across her lips; she inched closer as well, looking Shailene in the eye. In the midst of their romantic gestures they brought their faces closer together, their eyes half-lidded alternating between looking at each other's eyes and at each other's mouths. It started as a tentative touch, their lips hovering over each other's, butterfly kisses around them, a feather-like touch that left them tempted to push forward. Who finally gave in and pushed they didn't know; when they came to be, their mouths were joined in a tentatively gentle kiss. As soon as they broke off they came back together, raining short but steadily longer pecks on each other that soon enough turned into a full kiss, still gentle but a bit more passionate. In no time they eventually started relaxing and letting up, their hands finding each other's face and hair as their kisses deepened and—again, none knew who started—their tongues came to clash. Shailene moaned in bliss as Emma knew full well what she was doing, disentangling their mouths to trail her kisses along her jaw and into her neck; she moaned even further when she felt the Brit's hand move into her shirt and caress her belly. "You sure this is what you want?" Emma asked in a whisper against her ear, her sexy accent and breath forming goosebumps on the Californian girl. "Ain't this answer enough?" Shailene shot back, turning her face to capture the Brit in another kiss. The two were soon making out like lovers, hidden from nosy eyes or accidental glances by their table's strategic, difficult to spot position, away from the now-crowded area. They were still in public, true, but it only served to make the situation even better... \- "Come on, Alex, let's give the two *lovebirds* some space." With that said Jennifer Lawrence got up and left the table, followed closely by Alexandra Daddario. "I'm surprised." Alexandra said, as soon as they were out of hearing range. "With the way you were acting, I thought for sure you would want to be the first to get a shot at Shai." "Emma was more eager, though." Jennifer said, leaning against a wall. "Besides, it's not like Shailene will refuse joining our club. I will get a shot later." "How can you be so sure?" Alexandra also leaned against the wall, side-by-side with Jennifer as they watched the two girls in the table from afar. "She seemed rather hesitant with the whole thing." Jennifer smirked and pushed off the wall before moving to Alexandra's front, grabbing her by the waist as the dark-haired woman now stood between her and the wall. Alexandra smirked back against her, doing the same to the blonde's waist and pulling her closer. "You also seemed hesitant at first." Jennifer reminded, leaning forward and nibbling the older girl's ear. "And look at you now." Saying this Jennifer moved her face along Alexandra's, moving to face her directly. They looked at each other for a moment, identical smirks on each, before sending their lips crashing together in a deep kiss. Once they broke off, Alexandra gave a squeal as Jennifer pushed further against her, her back plain against the wall as one of Jennifer's hands left her waist to cope a feel of her breasts. "Come Jen, not here." She said, giggling a bit as the blonde continued feeling her up. "Yes. Right here, *right now*." Jennifer said decisively, drawing back slightly just to give her enough space to bring her other hand up, now openly squeezing Alexandra's impressive chest with both hands. "Hhhmm..." Alexandra moaned, not really having the will to resist the assault on her rack. "You really do love these, don't you?" "As would anyone in their right mind." Jennifer said, using her plump lips to briefly suck on Alexandra's. "I mean, these must be the most sought-after pair of titties after your little performance on 'True Detective'." "Look who's talking." Alexandra pushed back, returning the gesture with an added bit of tongue. "Miss 'we haven't seen your boobs at all'. When are you gonna show *your* funbags to the public?" "Who cares about these-" At this Jennifer took her hands off Alex, and instead groped and lifted her own chest. "-when they can have *those*!" She grabbed Alexandra's again, eliciting a moan and smile from the dark-haired girl. They didn't need words to agree on their course of action, Jennifer grabbing her hand and pretty much racing to the bathroom. Once there they became almost a blur, nothing but a mess of limbs as they groped and made out with each other while stumbling inside the closest stall. As soon as they locked the stall's door, Jennifer turned them around and slammed Alexandra against the door. Laughing at their situation, Jennifer immediately pounced on the bustier girl; bringing their lips together hotly again, while her hands moved behind to work... "Jen!" Alexandra squealed as Jennifer drew back again, having released the straps that held her top together. As they fell off and revealed her bountiful breasts, free from any bra confinement, Jennifer took the chance to worship them directly with her hands. "You don't know how much I hated you at first because of these babies." Jennifer said, entranced as she massaged and drew moans from her lover. "I used to be the bigger breasted of the group, and loved having them suck on these." "Yeah?" Alexandra moaned dreamily. Jennifer always told her that story, but as long as she continued fondling her she wouldn't mind. "But then you came, with those humongous things on your chest, and took it from me." She grasped roughly the boobs, making Alexandra whimper briefly. "Then we fucked, and I got over it. Instead of hating you, I started to love you and your melons." "Then prove it to them." "I wouldn't have it any other way..." Lowering herself, Jennifer stood eye-to-eye with her erect nipple and softly blew at it. This made Alexandra gasp loudly, used to have Jennifer just go right to motorboating and sucking. As Jennifer continued to tease her, she eventually grew far too frustrated and pulled the blonde into her, smothering her face in her firm D-cups. Jennifer didn't seem to mind as she maneuvered herself up a mound, kissing and nibbling along the way before taking the pebble-like nipple in her mouth. "Oh God!" Alexandra moaned loudly, throwing her head back and arching her chest forward as her friend suckled her lovingly. Meanwhile, Jennifer grinned as she sucked harder, surprised as always on not being able to take the entire tit in her mouth at once. "Let... Let me work a bit too." With a surprising amount of strength Alexandra pushed Jennifer back; the blonde stumbled backwards, almost falling but managing to catch herself in time, instead falling with her bum on the stall's toilet—thankfully the lid was down. Alexandra didn't give time for her friend to recompose, taking off Jennifer's jacket and pulling up her top to reveal her—still impressive—bra-clad rack. She crouched down and latched her lips on the top of the breasts, on the exposed cleavage, where she bit and kissed and made Jennifer gasp and giggle in excitement, leaning back on the seat. "And you complain I'm addicted to your tits. You can't stay away from mine's either!" "I don't deny that." Grabbing the cups of the bra and pulling them down, Alexandra freed the two high-B/low-C rack of her friend and immediately latched onto it. Jennifer moaned loudly as Alexandra squeezed them, grabbing them roughly to make the nipples even more pronounced as she suckled. "You fucking hypocri-OH MY GOD!" Alexandra grinned with a mouthful of boob as Jennifer yelled out. While she was focused on the tit-sucking, Jennifer did not notice how her long skirt had hiked up enough to make it possible to look inside—and as such, made a clearly open way towards her crotch. She was oblivious as the dark-haired girl's hand moved inside it, only noticing when she felt the fingers rub against her panties. "Straight to the pussy, eh?" Jennifer snickered, looking down as Alexandra kept trying to fit her breast in her mouth. The girl looked up, her enchantingly clear blue eyes reminding Jen of a particularly adorable puppy. "Don't act like you don't love it." Alexandra said, trailing kisses down the mound, then in the valley between Jen's breasts—stopping for a moment to pseudo-motorboat them—and up the other mound. The used boob was left completely drenched in Alex's saliva, the girl having taken extra care to explore every bit of it—and now wanting to do the same to its twin. "I would prefer if you used your mouth instead." Placing her hand on the top of Alexandra's head, Jennifer regretfully applied pressure to push her down. With her breast leaving the girl's mouth with a wet plop, she grinned as she felt it promptly latch on the underside of the breast, giving it a hard suck and kisses while Jen unclasped and removed completely her own bra. As Jennifer pressed further, the dark-haired girl continued to move downwards; trailing sucks and kisses along Jen's belly. When she reached the hem of her skirt, she moved both hands to it and started pulling it down. Jennifer playfully straightened her legs to allow its removal, then the removal of her panties as well, after which she let her legs rest over Alexandra's shoulders. "Are you planning to asphyxiate me with this?" Alexandra asked, grinning as she looked up. She saw Jennifer's own clear blue eyes meet hers, and instead of an answer she got a fist on her head pulling her forward and straight into the blonde's pussy. Giggling a bit, Alexandra set herself to work right away. Bringing a hand together to the pussy lips, she let her tongue out to teasingly move against her lips, flicking and teasing along the slit while occasionally brushing against the inside. "Oh, fuck." Jennifer gasped, using her hand on the dark locks to try and force her into going right in. Alexandra resisted with a smile on her face, batting Jennifer's clit to further stimulate moans and gasps from the girl. "Fuck, Alex, eat my pussy!" Smirking, Alexandra moved in more and grasped Jennifer's now swollen clit with her lips, sucking on it slightly and making the girl bite her lips not to cry out. To further add to the experience, Alex's hand came in along with her face and she moved her fingers with her tongue, flicking the clit and rubbing the whole ensemble. "When are you going to cum, Jen?" She asked slyly, moving a bit upwards to kiss on the start of her belly. "You are still a long way to go." Jennifer said, her whimpering voice somewhat betraying her words. Alexandra merely smiled at that, moving upwards—and taking Jennifer's legs along, still wrapped on her shoulders—to once again ravish the blonde's breasts as her hand worked down there. She lightly teased with a finger, rubbing along the pussy while 'accidentally' slipping inside once in a while. "Sorry, it's so wet my fingers slipped." She commented, earning a smiling groan from her lover. "I'm supposed to be the one making jokes. Now FUCK ME ALREADY!" As Jennifer all but yelled, Alexandra fully stood up to silence her by mashing their lips together; as soon as their tongues started battling, she entered her with two fingers and no hesitation, making the girl almost shout in her mouth. "Oh fuck!" Jennifer said, shutting her eyes tightly as Alexandra started fingering her expertly, already setting a very fast and oh-so-pleasurable pace. With her legs still around Alexandra's shoulders, she was left in a strange and uncomfortable position, almost laying on her back on the toiled seat as her neck was pressed against the wall behind it. The dark haired girl seemed to like this position though, as it placed the blonde's pussy high up in the air; she moved back a bit and forced Jen into keeping her legs in there, turning her face to the side a bit to kiss the blonde's lovely legs. Jennifer moaned louder, overwhelmed by the brutal pleasure of the fingering and the romantic feel of her kisses. "Shit, Alex..." "And to think you are always dominating at the start." Alexandra giggled against her legs, making the blonde shudder at the vibration. "I love hearing you moan, Jen. Hearing you beg me to fuck you... And above all, tasting your sweet fluids..." Plunging in another finger and setting an even stronger series of movements inside Jennifer's vagina, making sure to brush against her walls and anything that could further intensify the feel, Alexandra continued her assault upon Jennifer's legs, kissing and sucking the meaty skin. The blonde laughed, giggled, moaned and whimpered: she was completely overwhelmed, the expression 'mindblown' probably finding its best example in her at that moment. She still found enough power to warn about her incoming orgasm, mostly because she subconsciously knew what would happen. As soon as the warning was issued, Alexandra pushed her legs aside and removed some of her fingers, giving enough space for her to once again place her face into Jennifer's crotch and plunge her tongue inside. With a loud cry and thud, Jennifer's head hit the wall and she came hard. As soon as the warm liquid started flowing, Alexandra removed her finger and engulfed the mound with her mouth. She applied just enough suction to keep Jennifer stimulated, feeling the girl cum find its way into her mouth like a river. "FUCK, DRINK IT ALL BITCH!" With her scream, Jennifer grabbed into Alexandra's long hair and pushed her further inside. The woman didn't mind at first, but after a while she started trying to pull out, overwhelmed and out of breathe. "Hhhmmm...!" By snaking her hand upwards, she grabbed into Jennifer's breast roughly; this caught her off guard, making her let go and allowing Alexandra to breathe again. "Fucking hell, Jen! You almost asphyxiated me!" "Wouldn't be a bad way to go..." Jennifer said, out of breath herself, as she slowly slid off the seat and into the floor. "You okay?" Alexandra asked, worried. "I'm alright, just hit my head on the wall." Jennifer brought a hand to the back of her neck to show her point. "You should know better than to trash around while we fuck, especially in a place like this." Alexandra said, standing up completely. "Come on, Jen. Get up, let me see it." With a bit of reluctance Jennifer got up, standing fully. The two girls were about the same height, Jennifer being taller by a single inch. Jennifer turned around, giving Alexandra a clear view of the injury. The 'Percy Jackson' actress moved her hands on her scalp, looking for any knobs; at not finding anything major, she concluded it was nothing. "Well, you are alright. Maybe it even placed a few screws back into place." Alexandra Daddario moved her hands to Jennifer's waist, pressing against the girl as she softly kissed the nape of her neck. "So, what will we do now?" Placing her hands on Alexandra's, Jennifer Lawrence turned her face enough to glance at her in the corner of her eye. "Unlike you, I didn't get a taste today yet." "If that's the problem." Leaning forward, Alexandra opened her mouth and licked Jennifer's cheek, reaching the corner of her mouth. As Jennifer opened her mouth and turned her face a bit more, she managed to move her tongue to hungrily lick Jennifer's lips and tongue; Jennifer, in turn, moved her hand to pull Alexandra's face even closer, using her own tongue to lick her as well and generating a hot tongue fight between the two starlets. In the end 'Katniss Everdeen' ended up as the loser, as 'Annabeth Chase' moved her hands from her waist to the breasts; as she squeezed and groped them, at the same time pressing her own strongly against her back and grinding her pussy against her ass, the 'Hunger Games' star soon felt powerless and forfeited the battle, letting her mouth be submissively invaded in a steamy French kiss. "So, how do you like the taste?" Alexandra asked smugly once they broke the kiss, continuing to press her body tightly against the blonde's. "It is delicious, of course. It is my taste, after all." Jennifer answered, smiling in pleasure as she felt Alexandra's erect nipples massaging her back. "But I want yours too." "Then come and get it." At these words Jennifer turned around, smashing her lips against Alexandra's as she pushed her back and slammed her against the stall door. Alexandra giggled at the repeated action, this time gasping however as Jennifer made her turn and then slamming her frontally against the stall. "Ouch! Jen, warn me first next time!" "Sorry." Alexandra shivered as she felt Jennifer's hot breath on her ear. "Let me make up." She further gasped as she felt Jennifer's hands snake around her waist and move up, eventually settling for grabbing her large tits. At the same as she squeezed, pinched or just bounced around the boobs, the blonde mimicked Alexandra's actions and softly kissed along the nape of her neck eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Moving her kisses downwards, Jennifer likewise started moving her hands downwards. As her face reached the small of Alexandra's back, she planted a small kiss on it before grabbing her waist and making her stick her butt out—her skirt and panties long gone. "Oh no, Jen. Don't-" "Oh, quiet Alex. Why can Woody Harrelson do this and not me?" Before Alexandra could protest again, Jennifer moved forward and bit on her derriere. Alexandra moaned, not really fighting back but further encouraging actually by shaking her ass. "Even your ass is firm and shapely..." Jennifer mused, biting and kissing every inch of her friend's round cheeks. Alexandra merely giggled at the actions, not really believing how crazy Jennifer Lawrence could be. "Okay Jen, that's enough. Just DON'T-!" Her warning was cut off when Jennifer pried her cheeks to reveal her hidden cave and, being the unpredictable girl she was known for, promptly dived in to explore it. In fact, Alexandra followed with a prolonged moan as she felt the blonde's tongue flick against her puckered hole. "Oooohhh, shiiiiiit!" Alexandra moaned out, her words being barely discernible amidst her cry of pleasure. "You crazy bitch... Don't stop!..." As the bigger breasted girl pushed her ass back, wanting to get even more of Jennifer's tongue on her backhole, she was unprepared for what came next. While continuing to lick and eat her little asshole, Jennifer moved a hand around the woman's waist and into her vagina. "How about a little bit of double penetration?" Jennifer asked jokingly as she pulled back, licking and kissing the big cheeks while her fingers pried open Alexandra's nether lips, her middle finger teasingly rubbing along the slit entrance. "Go for it." Was Alexandra's answer, moving her hands to the door for support as she threw her hair back and prepared. Jennifer smirked. "Since you're asking." In a couple moments the entire bathroom was echoing Alexandra Daddario's cries of pleasure as she was simultaneously fingered and had her ass eaten by Jennifer Lawrence's skilled mouth. The blonde was equally pleasured as she felt her lover push her bum back against her face, a motion akin to humping. "Keep hitting there!" Alexandra shrieked as Jennifer's fingers hit a particularly pleasurable spot—possibly her G-spot, but she didn't really know. Not one to disappoint Jennifer continued her banging motions in that spot, loving as the older girl's body jerked each time she hit there which in turn made her get hit on the face by that bountiful ass. "Hhhhmmm... Fuuuuckk!!" With the scream, Jennifer immediately knew her friend had reached her own limit. Drawing back she maneuvered herself a bit lower, moving her until-then-idle hand to push her friends butt upwards; changing the angle from which her fingers banged her friend, she managed to make space for her face as she kissed Alexandra's pussy from behind, proceeding to suckle it. "Aaaaaaaaahhh!!" As soon as the scream got out, Jennifer felt the vaginal muscles contract on her fingers and a wetness start to flow around them, straight into her waiting mouth. She drank it all up, loving the flavor and the feel of Alexandra's girl cum going down her throat. "Damnit, Jen." Alexandra said, completely spent as she let herself slide down to the ground. Jennifer rose a bit, moving so she was on level with Alexandra from behind; she moved the long dark locks away as she planted a couple gentle kisses on the nape of her neck, her hands moving to circle around the bustier girl's belly. "Want a taste too?" Jennifer asked as Alexandra turned her face to look at her. The older girl didn't answer, merely smiling widely and opening her mouth. Jennifer pushed forward and kissed her deeply, mixing the freshly harvested cum in her mouth with the remnants on Alexandra's; essentially, they mixed and traded their cum in their kiss, loving the feel of it. "Wanna get back to the two? Think they might be finished?" Alexandra said as they separated. "Let Emma have a bit more of fun." Jennifer replied, smirking as she moved her hand to cup Alexandra's D-cups. "Besides, we can play around a bit more if you want." Alexandra merely smiled, turning around to seat on the floor and pulling Jennifer into her lap. As she kissed the blonde's mouth again, this time pressing their chests together, she couldn't say she didn't like the idea... \- ***Back with Emma Watson and Shailene Woodley*** "Ooooohhh... Hhhhmmmm..." Shailene Woodley moaned, biting her lips to try and drown the sounds as Emma Watson had her mouth closed around her left nipple, suckling her small breast enthusiastically. Despite the fact they were in public, sitting by a table in the nightclub, they didn't seem close to stopping. What had started as just kisses had turned into a full-blown make-out session in a matter of moments, just before Emma started trailing down and opening Shailene's shirt to attack her chest. "They are so perky..." Emma giggled, pulling back a little to flick the hard nipples with her tongue. Shailene put her hand on the Brit's brown hair, caressing it softly while continuing to bite her lips to avoid moaning. "Anyone could see us..." She said, gasping when Emma finished unbuttoning her shirt and pulled it off, leaving her upper body fully naked for anyone to see. "That makes it even better, doesn't it?" Emma said sultrily, moving a hand to tweak the saliva-covered nipple as she lowered her face into the other one. This time Shailene did let out a louder moan, throwing her head back in pleasure. "Knowing anyone could catch us... That gives a nice thrill, hm?" Emma asked, looking upwards as she continued sucking the little mound. As Shailene faintly smiled back, she backed off and moved upwards again; trailing kisses from the collarbone, up the neck and jaw and finally joining their lips together again. "What about the others?" Shailene asked, breaking off briefly before they joined again in a deeper kiss. She moaned on Emma's mouth as she brought her other hand up, now openly groping both of the 'Divergent' star's breasts while they sucked face. "Where do you think Jennifer and Alexandra went to?" Emma replied, kissing her fellow brunette's cheek before nibbling on her ear. "They are probably shagging... *fucking* somewhere. And Kristen... She is probably fucking someone else, considering she didn't come back till now..." "And us...?" Shailene trailed off, gasping on Emma's ear as the Brit nibble on hers. "And we? We are fucking here!" She chuckled. "Are you okay with just me, or do you want to add more into this experience?" Emma's hands trailed down, eventually closing on Shailene's crotch and pulling enough to elicit a reaction. "Like, something to go inside there?" "Oh God..." Shailene moaned, not noticing the smile that crept upon Emma's face nor her 'come here' gesture. "Maybe you will like this better..." Kissing the Californian girl on the mouth again, Emma started sliding down Shailene's body, moving out of her seat and going on her knees under the table. There she opened the tomboy's jeans and pulled them down, revealing the cute little panties underneath. Pulling them to the side to reveal the opening Emma pressed her face forward into it, feeling some wisps of a still-covered bush tickle her nose. She didn't mind; in truth, they served to further amplify the musky smell of arousal she could feel. Shailene felt herself go into a lust-induced trance as she felt the girl start feeling her pussy, but was broken out of it in alarm as she felt a pair of hands on her chest. Considering Emma's were on her thighs, keeping them apart... "What the..." She turned her face a bit, feeling herself go cold as she saw a man behind her, his hands groping her chest. They had been caught! This was gonna be a scandal! "Calm down, Shai." Emma said, her head peeking from under the table as she stopped what she was doing. "Shai, this is Mark. He works for me, as well as a couple other guys around here." She looked around, and following her eyes Shailene could see a few other men stationed all around the club. "I figured you would like something more." Shailene had her mouth hanging open, surprised and shocked at the whole perverted setup. Yet, she couldn't say she didn't like it... "I... I think I can go along with this..." Shailene said, a smile on her face as she closed her eyes and accepted the stranger's groping. Smirking, Emma went back down to work as well as she started eating her pussy out. As the public was still on the dance floor as a particularly loud band was presenting itself, there was no one to notice or pay attention to what happened in that semi-hidden table. No one to watch as rising star Shailene Woodley moaned like crazy as she was pleasured in multiple ways. "Is it true you sunbathe your vagina?" Emma asked, licking her lips as she savored the Californian's wetness. "I never really tasted a twat like that before!" "Glad you are liking it." Shailene said, her eyes half-closed as her hands moved to help Mark's on kneading her breasts. She turned her face a bit to the side... ...and that's when she noticed something poking at the back of her head. "Oh, what the fuck!" She exclaimed, moving herself so she could turn and have a better look. "Damn, he is quite hard. Your guy is very big, eh?" Being able to fondle the starlet's breasts at the same time he got a privileged view of her being eaten out by Emma Watson, it was no wonder a man would have a tent forming on his pants. Mark was no exception, though his tent was remarkable because of his sheer size down there. "It's rude to leave him hanging like that." Emma warned, continuing to lick along the slit and lap at the wetness around Shailene's pussy. "Go on, my blokes are trustworthy." *"I hope."* Shailene thought as she began opening his pants. She was left speechless when she finished, lowering his pants as his enormous hard-on appeared. "Wow..." Shailene said, smiling as she felt the cock briefly brush against her cheek when Mark leaned forward a bit more. Her head turned to the side, she brushed her lips tentatively on it as she moaned from having her breasts and pussy played with. "Are you going to do it?" Mark said, taking a hand from her breast and grasping his cock. He moved it against her face, teasing her to incentive her action. "If you insist." With those words, Shailene brought a hand to his cock and positioned it; opening her mouth, she let it inside at once. "Way to go, Shai." Emma said, stopping for a moment to admire the Californian's work. Shailene had her head sideways, Mark's hips moving and sliding his cock back and forward into her mouth as she applied enough suction to make him moan. After a couple more moments she was moaning alongside as Emma went back to servicing her pussy. She closed her eyes, taking in the pleasure of the British's tongue and lips against her sensitive womanhood, as she went on autopilot with the cock on her mouth. Bobbing her head just a bit as he moved his hips, making her cheek bulge and hollow as her tongue made sure to go around every beat of meaty skin... "Hhhmmm!" Shailene moaned loudly and jerked as Emma added a finger to her ministrations, piercing along her mouth Shailene's vagina. Her hands moved to the back of the Brit's head, forcing her further into her as she started grinding and jerking her hips, literally humping Emma Watson's face. With her body surging with jolts of pleasure, the mere thought of what she was doing—humping Emma Watson's face while sucking a stranger's cock, in public, in the middle of a club for anyone to see—bringing an unbelievable rush to her, it didn't take long for Shailene Woodley to orgasm. "HHHHMMM!!" Closing her legs tightly around Emma's head and making a final thrust with her hips, Shailene let herself go; her body shivered as waves of pleasure rippled through her, the feeling of her juices flowing away like a broken dam—and straight into Emma's face nonetheless. "Holy fuck!" As a means of drowning her own cries of pleasure, Shailene had without noticing taken even more of Mark's cock inside. So much, in fact, he had hit into the back of her throat and the tightness of this passage was bringing him to new heights of pleasure; not wanting to lose this chance he started pumping his hips, a hand grasping her face as he started to fuck her mouth and throat. "Hhmmm... Hhhmmmm!... Hhhmhmmm!..." When Emma managed to force her way out of Shailene's thighs—after drinking up a substantial amount of her cum, of course—she was given the fantastical view of Shailene, topless and sitting down, her body jerking as she was face-fucked. Not wanting to interrupt, Emma motioned for another of her boys to come to her before starting to stand up, licking along Shailene's belly before sucking on her breast. "Hhhmmm... Oooohh fuck!" Mark eventually let go of Shailene's head, drawing back to give her space again. The brunette drew in some air as she looked down, seeing Emma with her eyes closed suckling her breast like an infant. She could almost giggle if the situation wasn't so... Another man came in behind Emma, crouching down as his hands started roaming the Brit's body. She let a moan into Shailene's nipple before drawing back, turning her head and meeting the new guy with a lustful kiss. When they broke apart, she turned her head forward again to look at Shailene. *"My God, that was so sexy..."* "So, Shai, is one guy for each of us enough? Or do you want more?" Shailene smirked as she looked back towards Mark—or rather, his hard cock. "Nah, I think this one will be enough." "Suit yourself." It took just a few moments for the small orgy to be fully set-up, and for the sounds of moaning, groaning, and skin slapping against skin to get so loud it could possibly compete with the heavy music from the improvised concert at the dance floor. As soon as she stood up, Emma gave the command and her clothes were ripped from her body—not just taken off, mind you, but literally ripped apart by the new guy. With some straps of clothing still clinging to her, she was directed to table and bent over. "Go on, fuck my twat and my arse like you want to..." She teased, wiggling her hips to entice her employee. He grunted in approval, quickly lowering his pants and plunging into her pussy with no mercy. "Ooohh yeees!" Emma screamed, her voice reverberating as he gripped her hips and started thrusting in from behind. Her body was rocked without mercy against the table as he pounded into her, slamming rapidly his entire length into her. At some point he pushed her into the table, but the action only helped the pleasure. Meanwhile, Shailene had stood up as well and finished taking off her panties, leaving her fully naked. As Mark also took his own pants off he sat down on the chair, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. She turned around so she was facing him, straddling his lap as the teased herself on his erect dick. She smiled and laughed as he leaned forward, his lips immediately going to the top of her breasts before drifting down to her nipples. As soon as Shailene started lowering herself into him, though, he stopped and pulled her up. Before she could question it, he turned her around and made her go down again; this time he went through and speared into her, making her sit fully in his lap. "Ooooohhh... God, it is big...!" She moaned as she started moving on his lap, grinding on his cock. With her back to him, she found she had a lot more leverage as she started moving up, leaving herself almost empty before falling back down. Her ears were filled not only by her own moans, but also by the sound of her bottom slapping against his lap every time she bounced on him. While at first he had his hands on her hips helping her move, he eventually settled for reaching around her and grabbing her breasts, pulling her body closer as she moaned and laughed in pleasure. "I... ooohhh... I knew you would like... Oooohhh fuuuuck!" Emma yelped loudly as her partner pulled at her hair, forcing her back up and pressing her back against his chest. Like his friend with Shailene, his hands reached around the British girl to grope her breasts, her delighted moans coming to a brief stop as she turned her face to kiss and lick him. Both girls were pounded non-stop in their respective situations, at one point Emma being brought to Shailene so they could kiss while the sex continued. Within a couple more minutes of loud moaning and skin-slapping, Emma filled Shailene's mouth with her scream as she came; her partner, feeling the increased tightness, merely slammed harder and harder into her, drawing out her orgasm while placing himself close to his own. The emptiness when he pulled out was his signal for Emma who immediately went to the floor, on her knees as she started sucking on his cock. Just a couple sucks before he came hard into her mouth, pulling out after a while to paint her face with some ropes of cum. "Hhmmm... That was great..." Emma said, though the same words echoed on the minds of the other three present. In fact, the sight was enough to drive Shailene to her second orgasm that night; her juices spilling now on Mark's cock, allowing for his cock to slide with more ease to compensate for her added tightness. And, like his friend with Emma, that was also enough to drive him further into the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" He grunted, his hands gripping her waist to make her bounce as she was stopping. "Where to?!" "Don't... Don't cum inside..." Shailene said weakly, still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. "Put it over here." Emma offered, still on her knees and moving closer to his legs. Without thinking twice Mark pulled Shailene up, letting his throbbing cock free for Emma to sink her face over it. As soon as her lips were over him he started shooting, groaning loudly as he emptied himself on his boss' mouth. Her eyes still glazed, Shailene managed to move to the next chair to admire what she could of the scene. Which mostly consisted of having Emma come and kiss her, exchanging the spit/cum mixture on her mouth. She was briefly aware that one of the many tastes in there was her own, but she didn't mind. After all that she just went through, it was more like an added incentive. "Ms. Watson?" One of the watcher guys came to them. "The show is almost over, and some people are already returning to this area. I think it would be better to cover up." Shailene was surprised as she saw him hand over some clothing for Emma. Apparently the whole cloth-ripping was not a spur of the moment thing... ...which had her wondering: how much of this had Emma planned beforehand? "Thanks, we will." Emma replied as the man left again. Mark and the other employee were also leaving, fully clothed. She couldn't help being impressed. "Come on, Shai." Emma said, starting to put on a top. "Let's find Alexandra and Jennifer, tell them the news, and then we can have a real party." "Do you mean...?" Shailene's eyes widened, even more so after Emma smiled mischievously at her. "I'm already tired as fuck!" Emma merely smiled, moving closer and kissing her softly. With the two making out, sitting on the floor, Shailene couldn't believe how crazy the night had turned out. But then again, things could *always* become crazier...

Hotel Hi - Jinks Ch. 02

They just left, sending messages on their phones to the rest of them with excuses. In the cab, Debbie and Ben were full of many thanks for their friends ending the night early so they could go and fuck, but the truth was, Penny and Josh probably had more of a desire to get back to their rooms to fuck the shit out of each other than their friends did. Within seconds of the door closing, he pushed her on top of the bed, where she had been before they had left for lunch; he launched himself on top of her, kissing her, biting at her lips and mouth. She responded to his kisses, moaning loudly and wrapping her booted legs around his arse pulling his bulging crotch into her pussy mound, and wrapping her hands around his neck, holding his face on hers. 'I've been desperate to fuck you again for hours, you little cock teasing bitch!' 'You and me both!' she purred into his ear. He pulled himself up off the bed and started to pull off her boots, and then her jeans. She was undoing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans and trying to pull them down over the fat cock that was stuck inside them. Once her jeans were off she was sitting on the bed edge with her basque and underwear on. 'Get those boots back on, I want to fuck you wearing those boots!' Penny did as she was told, and as soon as she had them on, he grabbed her hips and swung her over the edge of the bed, standing on the floor bent over. He flung her hair to the side and started biting on her neck, with his hands on her shoulders. He started to trace his way down her back, over her lingerie with kisses, his facial hair brushing against her skin. It was an amazing sensation and she loved it. He reached her ass, and grabbed a cheek in each hand, slipping his fingers inside her panties and pulling them off. He bit the cheeks of her ass, and forced her to part her legs. He continued tracing his kisses down her ass and all the way to her pussy. She smelled amazing! What a woman! His fingers slid inside her sticky slit, and rubbed over her clit, Penny let out some groans, and she knew what he wanted to do. He kneeled beneath her and began rubbing his tongue into her pussy, his fingers gripped into her ass cheeks, before they slowly trailed inside her and started to massage his finger around her asshole. He engulfed her clit in his mouth and sucked on it, and Penny was gasping loudly, whimpering his name as the sensation was so intense, between the clit sucking and his finger action, she could easy cum if he kept this up. He left her clit for a while and revelled in the wetness of her pussy, shoving his whole face in it, smelling, lapping and covering his face in her juice. Josh loved to have a pussy in his face; it was one of him most favourite past times. He needed to fuck her; he stood up and aimed his cock deep into her wet slurping hole, and rammed his rod purposefully into her. His hands snaked over her arse cheeks again, and again, slowly he manoeuvred his finger so it was massaging her bum hole. She felt it clench involuntarily. He let saliva pool in his mouth and drop from his lips onto where his fingers were working and used his spit as a lube so he could finger her ass while he fucked her hard. She felt a delicious pressure for a second, before her asshole relaxed and his lubed up finger slid into her tight bum. The pressure of having both holes filled made Penny groan. Josh could feel his finger inside her ass, separated by the thin membrane. Fuck she was tight. It was so fucking dirty. He slammed his cock hard into her, fucking her hard like the dirty little bitch she was. Josh pushed the air from her lungs as he rammed his cock home. Penny was panting and gasping as she started to talk dirty to him. 'Ohh Josh, you really do know how to fuck me good. Ohhh, fuck me harder you tease, ARRHH, do you like that?' Fuck me, fuck me Josh. Shove your finger up my ass you dirty bastard. Fuck me harder Penny asked as she clenched and worked her pussy muscles around his fat dripping cock. Penny really was tight, she had teased him about it before, but she hadn't lied, and the workout she gave her pussy as he fucked her was amazing, it was like she was cumming the whole time he fucked her. 'Arrrhhh cummon Josh, Harder....uhhmmmm, I just Loooooovvve what you are doing with your finger, fuck my dirty little asshole...that feels so so gooooood.' She was purposefully purring and talking as dirty as she could, to add to it all, she decided to turn her head round and look right at him, pouty lipped, looking right into him. 'Josh, do you like pushing your finger in my ass? Can you feel your, uhh, fat cock pushing into my....hmmmmm...Hot. Uhhh...WET...Tight Pussy? Does it feel good? Feels..oh oh oh oh so good for me.' Penny moved her finger from her mouth and began to rub her clit, she wanted to cum, not just for herself, but for Josh. She wanted him to see him make her cum. 'Ohh Josh, please fuck me harder, ohhhhh, urrrhhhh, make me cum, you can make me cum, I want to cum all over your cock. Fuck me harder, fuck me into next week!!' So he did, he fucked her as hard as he could thrust, the bed started slamming off the wall as he shoved his entire body weight behind his cock as he rammed her, harder and harder. The things on the bedside cabinet top started to vibrate, and dance along the surface. Penny was arching her back up as her finger worked furiously over her clit. He could feel her pre cum kicks inside her, and in her ass all around his finger as he smacked forwards, and prodded deeply with his finger. Penny was cumming, and hard too judging by the instant enveloping pressure inside her pussy as it clamped down on his cock. 'Ohhhh that a boy, your gonna make me cum, all over you Josh, uhhh fucking hell, ohhh fuck, fuck , fuck me...jeeze, mmmmmm.' Penny bit down on her lower lip and the experience of seeing Josh's eyes focused on her own, thrusting into her, the feeling of his cock drive into her, with his finger and her finger too, a mad blur over her clit was insanely amazing. She couldn't remember feeling like this when she came before; it was in a different league. Josh watched from his elevated position as the cum boiled in his balls. He felt her spasms and gasps become more irregular, and Penny felt her pussy tightened, and just hold his cock tight as she sat on the edge of orgasm, for what seemed an eternity. Then, just like a freefall, she fell over the edge, and her cunt went crazy clenching in wild spasms irregularly all around Josh's cock. He watched as his cock slowed and moved more gently in and out of her to enjoy her cum himself. He watched as the cream oozed from her, coating his cock, and his balls, her lips tighten around his cock with each spasm. He could feel the muscles in her ass tighten all around his finger at the same time as they tightened round his cock. It was too much for him to take anymore. 'Bitch, dirty, dirty bitch! Every guy in that club will be emptying his balls thinking of you tonight, arrrrrrrrrrr....you filthy bitch! But it's me who's gonna fill your cunt up, you're my dirty little slut tonight!' He quickened his pace until the bed was slamming into the wall again and seconds later he was filling her with thick lush ribbons of spunk, pulling at her hair with his free hand, feeling his cock wrench next to his finger, seeing his spunk ooze from her around him. He removed his finger from her, and she collapsed onto the bed face down, heaving for air, he landed on top of her, his cock still sunk deep in her throbbing pussy as she lay squashed beneath him face down on the bed, her booted legs splayed wide, strands of hair stuck to her damp face. 'Ohh I've been needing that all night!' 'Tell me about it!' Josh agreed, and laughter and sniggers escaped from them. Josh rocked caringly into her, kissing her neck and laughing all at the same time before gently withdrawing his subsiding spent cock from her. She pushed herself upright with her hands, like her feet were glued to the floor, and turned to him. 'I need to have a shower after that, I feel filthy!' Penny kissed her lover as she passed him on the way to the bathroom, ran the shower and hopped under the steamy jets to cleanse away the afternoon, the club, and as much as she didn't want to part with it, the smell of Josh.... for the moment anyway. She removed the makeup from her face and thought for a while about returning home the next day. Oh God! It hit her quite forcefully that once home; she wouldn't see Josh for ages and ages. Fuck! She knew she was going to miss him. The treatment she had had for the last two days was something she could get used to. Not just the fucking, but how she felt when she was near him. It was something she couldn't articulate. She desperately wished he wasn't attached, she wished that he was hers, so she could sit on his lap when she was boozy in the middle of bar and everyone would know how lucky she was. She blocked the thoughts from her head and got out of the shower. Josh heard the shower turn off, as he straightened out the room, piling up Penny's stuff on her bed. Her bed, what a joke, he might have just fucked her over it, but she had never slept in it the whole time they had been there! He turned down 'his' bed, they would share that for the night. Josh's thoughts too turned to returning home. Oh how that would be a nightmare. Penny for fucks sake? What was going on? He had a girlfriend, and he loved her, but Penny and she were like chalk and cheese! Penny really was in a league of her own. She was almost indescribable. Sexy, ballsy, intelligent. Arhhh. Penny was possibly the most curvy feminine woman he knew, but she thought like a man! Her potty mouth, her intelligence. Arrhhh There was part of Josh that wished they could stay in this hotel room forever, stay in their saucy, dirty bubble and not leave. Stay in a little world where everyone got to look at Penny, but she was his. No one was allowed to touch her but him. Then the thought of another man fucking her like he had just done brought back the ache in his guts! Arh! He hated that feeling, between irrational and enraging. The door opened, and Penny appeared clad in a white towel followed by a cloud of steam. Her makeup was off, her hair unwashed and hanging in her mad waves over her sun-kissed soft shoulders, her olive eyes with innocence in their natural form. He looked at her, and he thought she actually had a vulnerability about her. Why did he just want to scoop her up and keep her? Keep her? Keep her from what? Harm? Trouble? Other guys wanting to fuck her? 'Josh, fucking behave and get your ass in the shower too!' he scolded himself in his head. Penny was smiling at him as his mad thoughts raced through his head. 'I'm gonna get cleaned up too, won't be long!' 'I'll warm the bed for you!' she laughed Penny was sprawled over the single bed when Josh returned to her, he was clean, and smelling that fantastic smell Penny loved when he came out of the shower. She could have just eaten him alive if she wasn't feeling so damn sleepy. He climbed in beside her really close and hit the light. The room fell in darkness. The city lights were shining in. They lay face to face sharing a pillow in the city lit gloom of the room; eyes wide open, staring into each other's eyes, just because they could. They could look and take this in for as long as they wanted without people seeing them stare. The city lights glinted off of Josh's light eyes, even in this light, they seemed to be eating her, full of a passion. He wrapped his arms around her, slowly moving his hands over her soft clean skin. As he pulled her in, she slid her leg over him pulling him into her, loving the heat of him, the smell, the touch of his skin under her hands, she could feel the definition of his muscles in his arms as her hands run down them, over his waist and around his back. She tilted her head up, and nuzzled into his face, and found his lips, and kissed him softly. They engaged in the softest sleepy kiss. Penny pulled back and tucked her head under his chin, nuzzling into his chest and his smell as his arms pulled her closer and he kissed the top of her head. Before she could tell him how amazing he was, she was asleep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Josh was walking up a hill, and as he walked up the narrow path, he stumbled and fell, hanging off the edge of a big sheer drop. He was clutching at the side of a rock, and desperately trying to pull up his leg up back onto the path, but he was slipping further and further, and then he fell! THUMP! He startled himself awake when he landed, on the hotel floor, falling out of the bed. Fucking single beds. It was very early, silly o'clock as Penny would say. He stood up, feeling a bit cold and looked at Penny in the bed. She was sound asleep, silent. Ha! He thought to himself, Penny can actually be quiet for long periods of time, but only when she was asleep! She really was a picture, her hands above her head, the side of her head resting on the pillow showing her profile and the masses of hair falling off both sides of the bed, her legs splayed, one leg out straight to the side, and the other bent at the knee and its foot near her bum. The covers had been pushed down to her waist and her full heavy breasts and fantastically proud nipples were erect and exposed. Josh carefully lifted the covers, and climbed into the bed over her leg so he was kneeling between her legs on the bed as she slept. He watched her sleep, naked, beneath the cover. He could see her mound covered in pubic hair, and he could smell her pussy, a combination of her sweet musky feminine smell, and his own cum. It turned him on to smell himself on her, and he wondered how long she would smell of him after they got home. As he moved on the mattress, compressing it beneath his knees, she stirred ever so, making light moaning noises, like she was even dreaming of being fucked by him. She lay there asleep, like some feminine Goddess, her small waist, her big ass, her amazing tits, her hair, and her softly feminine face, her sexy face, her beautiful eyes closed to this world as she dreamed of another. He carefully leant forward, placing his hands on her hips and running his hands up over her curves, into her waist. Her bent leg moved out straight, so she was lying asleep with her legs spread as he leaned over her. His hands moved up from her waist to her big tits, they were staring at him. He cupped their fullness in his hands and kneaded them with a soft grip watching the areolas and nipples move in soft circles. He bent down and gently took one in his mouth, rubbing the stiff stump of her big nipple on his lips. He licked it, sucked it, massaging her tits together. She began to stir, moans escaping from her lips as she slept. He moved his face over her skin, up over her chest to her neck, sliding his hands up her arms until his hands reached hers above her head. His cock was rock hard, and as he lay over her, he could feel the heat of her pussy tease at the end of his cock. He moved his hips forward, and the head of his cock brushed her wet slit, making him groan at the knowledge it was just right there for him to have. He moved his palms into hers and intertwined his fingers through hers, holding her hands in his above her head. He bent down and kissed her head, and moved his face down past her ear into her neck, his facial hair skimming over her skin, he was smelling her. Her smell was so warm and inviting, he nuzzled into her neck, kissing her gently. His cock was still rubbing at her slit, and he was sure he felt her pussy get hotter as she slept. He gently pushed his cock through the folds of her pussy lips, and found the source of the damp heat he could feel. Ohh fuck! She felt amazing, asleep, splayed, sensually moaning lightly in her sleep. He gently pushed himself balls deep in her, and she moved under him. He clenched her hands in his and continued to kiss her neck, moving his face slowly in the direction of her lips and the small gasps, as his hips gently pushed into her in small circular motions, feeling her pussy walls tight around his cock and his cock pushing into them as he moved around in her. His soft lips finally met hers just as she awoke and he continued kissing her softly, gently, moving in her gently, she responded to his kiss, letting their lips squash into each other's as their tongues moved exploring around each other's mouths. He felt her hands grip into his, and her hips move slowly matching his languid pace. The moans still left her as quietly and softly as they had when she slept. Penny lay in heaven, the sensation of him over her, taking her as his, as she lay beneath him submitting to his every move. The sensation as she lay sleepy, with her pussy hot, and wet, as he gently moved in her, sensually. His kiss was to die for, ohh she loved his kiss. It was so soft, and deep. She felt complete with him like this. They were completely united, in some deep moment driven by pure passion and emotion and desire. She lay there completely consumed in the moment and it occurred to her that this was more than just a fuck, it was so much more deeper, had meaning and purpose to it. Josh slowly lifted his face from hers, unlocking his hands, and propped himself up with his arms. He wanted to watch him move in her as she lay there being ridden slowly and sleepily. He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping one, and teasing her nipple, with a finger and thumb. Penny lay with her eyes closed, moaning the way she had done while asleep. Josh traced his fingers over her skin to her stomach, and lay his hand on it, feeling his cock move in her. As he felt himself move he watched her heavy breasts sway ever so gently with the movement of him in her. He watched her under him as his hand compressed gently into her stomach, and he thought about how many times over the last couple of days he had filled her with his cum. Suddenly he had a vision of what she might look like under him as he rode her with a swollen full belly of his own doing, and even heavier tits with even bigger stiffer darker nipples. He scolded himself for his thoughts, and slid back over her, riding slowly, as he found her hands again, and reinstated his fingers between hers, clenching her hands in his. He nuzzled his face back into hers and found her lips and they kissed as they had before. The sensation between her legs was intensifying, and she could feel her pussy swell around him as his face covered hers, and their grips clenched in each other's hands. She broke their kiss, to breath, and buried her lips into his neck as he did the same to her. She began to whisper in his ear. 'Josh, I hate to tell you this, but this is a bit more than fucking, this is insanely good, isn't this the feeling you get when you 'make lurve' with someone, hmmm.' She was purring in his ear. 'Hmmm, yeah, could be, Penny you feel so fucking good, hmmm, I don't think I want to go home.' He whispered too. She was right, there was more to this than a fuck, they were totally connecting with each other, and the thought of going home and losing this was weighing on both their minds. She nuzzled into his face until she found his lips, and they got lost in their kisses again. She moved under him, and moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. He could feel her begin to throb around him, the feeling he felt when she was going to cum, he picked up pace to hit her spot. The change in pace made him start to swell he couldn't go on much longer either. Penny was panting and gasping in between the moans as their kiss continued. Josh loved the state she was in, he pushed into her with long languid strokes and as she began to cum and clench onto his cock, her spasms matched his as he leaned heavy on her, he pushed his cock deep in her, their hands clinging on tightly as his cum filled her belly. He grunted in their kiss as he pushed his cock deeper with each pump as his cum left him and filled her. They were breathless and exhausted. Their clenched hands released and moved around their backs and shoulders as they clung onto each other as they caught their breaths, caressing each other's skin gently under their finger tips. 'Penny, why do we keep cumming at the same time, is that not weird? It's fucking amazing, but it keeps happening!' 'I know, it really is something else! I don't know why, I guess we're just good together!' They lay there drifting into deep relaxation and sleep slumped together. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Penny awoke slowly, the same way she did every morning and discovered she was in bed alone, sprawled out all over it. There was a wet mass between her legs and she could feel her pussy ooze slowly, like she had some sort of slow thick lava flow coming from her. Then she had remembered the fantastic sleepy sex with Josh. Josh, where was he? She heard the shower running and it hit her they had to check out soon. Fuck! No! Arhhh. Things were going to be so shitty when she got home, she just knew it. She grabbed a pile of tissues from the box at the side of the bed and stuffed them between her legs to absorb his juice as it left her. She knew there would be more as soon as she was upright. She found a fluffy robe and threw it on, and began to pack her case while he showered. She had gathered up as many as her belongings that were dotted about and packed them carefully, leaving out the things she needed to get ready for going home. She sat back in the bed and waited for him to be done. She thought he spent longer in there than she did! Eventually he came out, and Penny was dozing away on the bed. He could see she had packed her things. 'Are you sleeping again!' Penny stirred and opened her eyes. 'Do you ever sleep late?!' Josh sat next to her head on the bed, fully dressed. She lifted her head and moved, and stuck her head in his lap, staring up at him. He looked down at her. Crazy hair, and a sleepy sullen face, her olive eyes looking heavy, from wanting to sleep more and from knowing they had to leave their little sex bubble sooner than they wanted. He played with her hair, moving it and arranging it. He knew exactly why she looked sad. 'I can't believe we need to get out of here soon, the last two days have been amazing.' He too had a sullen tone to his voice, but a glint in his eye and a smile showing he had no regrets. She half smiled back, and he bent down and kissed her on the head, then on the lips. 'Cummon dirty girl, you had better get a move on, you don't want to be haring down a platform nearly missing the train again!' She let out a small chuckle and let her head lift from him as she stood and made her way to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, letting the robe fall to the floor, screwing the shower on and climbing in. Her hair filled with the warm water, and it fell from her onto the bottom of the bath. She shampooed her hair, cleansing it. As she massaged at her scalp, she ran a montage in her head of the events of the last two days. The bubbles and soap began to rinse away and as the lumps of foam fell from her hair, Penny fell to her knees in the shower, and as she fell to her knees, tears fell from her eyes, and she began to sob, heavy uncontrollable sobs, trying to be quiet as her tears mixed with the shower water and all her emotions and smells and thoughts of the last two days tried to wash away down the drain. 'Oh what the fuck have I done to myself?' She questioned, her chest heaving from her crying. She hated it when she cried; her eyes and nose were red for ages afterwards. She stayed in the shower for a while trying to compose herself, and waited for the redness to go. She climbed out and dried herself, brushing through her wet hair. The steam had left the mirror enough so she could assess the damage on her face. It wasn't too bad now. She made herself up, and dressed, taking all her things from the bathroom and throwing them into her case on the bed. Josh sat flicking trough a magazine, packed and ready to go. 'Ben and Debbie will be ready to go in about 5 minutes.' 'OK, so will I, I just need to dry my hair.' The atmosphere had flattened between them, both struggling with the fact they had to go home. There was a knock at their door 10 minutes later, it was Ben. Penny and Josh had their bags in their hands and they headed for the door. 'Hey!' Josh said in a whisper. Penny turned to him, he reached out and shoved his hand deep into her hair and pulled her close, kissing her, deeply. 'I've enjoyed every second being with you these last two days, going home is going to suck in a big way.' He said. She just looked up to him with huge heavy eyes. 'Penny, don't look so down, we'll figure something out.' He smiled at her, and she smiled back. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Three hours later, they had been on the train on the way back home for just over an hour. The story telling and hilarities from the group had died down; most of the crowd were falling asleep. Penny and Josh sat together at the back of the carriage, on the outside of their group. They didn't care if people thought or wondered if anything had happened between them. Who cared? They had known each other for years so why should it be odd for them to sit together? Funnily, Debbie and Ben were the same, but they had ended up a few rows down the carriage. Penny had had a few vodkas to help life her mood, and now she was feeling warm and sleepy. She leaned into Josh's arm as tiredness took over. She loved the fact that he just knew stuff, without needing to be told, like he knew how to fuck her, knew how to make love with her, knew how she liked to be touched, knew how she loved to be kissed, he knew when to say the right things, he knew she was down about going home, and he knew she was tired. Penny had already taken off her long knee length cardigan in an attempt to wake up, but it hadn't worked. The safe smell of Josh and the rocking of the train were sending her into slumber. Josh nudged her with his elbow. 'Here, stick your head on my lap if you want to sleep!' He had a glint in his eye; she knew what he was suggesting. 'Ha. Ha. Ha. Josh, that's not even funny!' 'Honestly, I mean it; it won't hurt your head as much!' He had a point. Penny found her scarf she had removed with her cardigan and folded it up into a pillow shape and placed it in his lap. Josh was sitting next to the window, so he edged up close to the window as far as he could go. There were advantages to being short. Penny could curl herself up and fit on two seats to lie down to sleep on planes and trains. A huge bonus when she went travelling. 'Here, fling this over me will you?' She handed him the big cardigan. She manoeuvred herself with her head in his lap, tucked under the table, facing him and her feet both pushing up against the outside arm rest of the chair to contain her. Josh waved the cardigan about until it fell over her covering her body, and he adjusted it for her, tucking her in. Penny snaked her hand up inside his shirt, and let her fingers move in circles over his skin as he held her head in his hand, with his fingers buried into her hair and his thumb moving slowly over her cheek. Her hair hung down over his legs as he sat, holding her head in his lap, staring out the window wondering what the fuck was going on and what the fuck he was going to do. Penny needed the sleep, the social pleasantries of the weekend along with being fucked all over a hotel room by Josh had left her tired, not to mention the emotional stress of going home, and him not being hers. She really hadn't bargained for feeling this way about him when she was teasing the shit out of him when they arrived. She was sure he was feeling quite similar since he hadn't mentioned anything about his girlfriend since he had stuck his face in her pussy after she had played with herself in the dark. Penny had stirred awake, the train carriage was silent. Everyone must have fallen asleep. She looked up at Josh's face, and he too was asleep. 'Ahh, he sleeps!' she thought and smiled to herself. He had moved his legs and stuck his feet on the chair opposite them as no one was sitting there, and had slumped down in his seat slightly so he could sleep. Penny just lay there for a while, thinking about everything, about the weekend, about Josh, and ran through the events of the weekend again in her head. She remembered how fantastically slutty she must have looked sucking Josh's cock in the shower, and it was too bad she hadn't actually tasted him. Her pussy had had the pleasure of receiving every load he had to offer her, apart from the one that landed all over her wet face. Penny began to feel horny. She had a fluffy feeling in her belly, the feeling that was there when she had been well and truly fucked and her belly felt warm from being full of cum. A few of the crowd had woken up and opened up a few cans of beer, and the joking had started up again. With their noise, more and more of the group woke up to join in. Josh still slept, and Penny lay there pretending she too was asleep. The group chattered away for a while and realised they couldn't see Penny. Martin started shouting up the carriage to Josh, even though he was asleep' 'Hey, Josh, wake up you lightweight!' He stirred above Penny, and opened his eyes. 'What you saying Martin?' Josh gave a half hearted stretch. 'Where's Penny, we haven't seen her in ages?' 'She's sleeping.' 'Where?' Martin pulled a silly quizzical face in Josh's direction. 'Here.' Josh pointed to his lap. 'Haha you dirty lucky bastard! Have you not been tempted to stuff your cock in her face yet? Josh smiled a big grin on the inside, if only his friend knew the truth! 'Haha Martin, you're so funny, she's sucking it now as we speak! We were chatting away and she just fell asleep.' Josh looked down, and saw Penny looking up at him, she was smiling her gorgeous smile, and her eyes had a sexy twinkle in them. She pulled the long cardigan up over her a little bit further, and began to rub Josh's cock through his jeans, he was hard within seconds. He looked down at her, with a 'don't you dare' look on his face, reading her like a book and knowing exactly what she was thinking. She slowly undid the button on his jeans, and then the zipper, and carefully managed to release his cock from them, right in her face. She pulled the cardigan over her to give them some privacy. She licked her lips and all round the inside of her mouth, making sure her mouth was wet and hot for him, and carefully engulfed the tip of his cock in her mouth. Penny sucked her cheeks in, feeling his helmet swell in her mouth as she ran her tongue over the sensitive underside and moved him in as far as she could reach. She looked up at his eyes as she lay in his lap eating his cock. Josh closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. This was going to be no easy task, getting sucked off in front of lots of his friends while trying desperately to make it look like he wasn't. He ran his fingers back through her hair, taking a fistful of her hair in his hand. He began to rock her head over his cock, forcing it to slide in and out of her hot little mouth. 'Hey Josh, has she been sleeping for ages?' Martin called down the few rows of the carriage that separated them. 'Yeah, a little while, she said she was knackered, she was up half of the night gossiping with Debbie or something.' Penny's tongue continued to snake all around his cock inside her mouth. Saliva was forming little drops at her mouths edge as it slowly pushed in, sometimes its head bumping off of the roof of her mouth, or disappearing deeply into her cheeks. His fist gripped onto her hair, helping her, pulling her face deeper onto his cock and he was pulling tightly at it, to release some of the pleasure that was building in him. He tried hard not to grimace or moan, it was really quite difficult. Martin continued a conversation with Josh about nothing in particular as he sat on the train, with his now dripping cock wedged into Penny's hot teasing mouth, as her head was wedged under a table on the train. Josh was pulling her hair harder, she worked her tongue furiously all around his stiff rod. He smelled amazing, a fresh shower smell on his hot skin. He was trying desperately to push his hips up into her face, but with her head wedged under the table it was impossible. Penny could taste pre cum in her mouth, as she felt his cock get stiffer. He looked down at her, looking up at him. She took the base of his cock in her free hand, and squeezed her little fist around the base of his cock. She massaged it, gently jacking it off into her mouth, saliva from her full lips sticking to her fist. Martin and Josh, continued their conversation. 'I'm going to have to wake Penny up soon, I'm getting a dead leg now.' Josh's breaths were changing as he felt his cum rising. He tried to control them, it was such an effort. But the more he relaxed, the more he wanted to cum. It was a hideous situation. Penny upped her pace, and she felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth. His breathing was laboured, he couldn't help it. Penny heard him gasp as his cum exploded into her mouth. She held still and let him shoot, her mouth filling rapidly with his creamy load: She smiled around his girth, and nearly spilled some cum onto Josh's trousers as she heard Martin exclaim: 'Josh, are you OK, what the fucks wrong with you?' Josh: 'Ahh Penny, FUCK!! Don't move I've got cramp in my, my FUCKING leg! Arhhh!' With that, she swallowed every last drop of his cum. She felt like such a slut sucking him in public. She let his slippery cock slide from her mouth, as he helped Josh with the pretence for their audience. 'Oh shit, sorry Josh, help me get up so it doesn't hurt so much.' He helped get her up, and he pulled a strained in pain face as he lifted his arse from the seat and swiftly tucked himself back in, making it all look like a body position change to alleviate cramp. Penny's hair was all over the place, like it would if she had just woken up in the morning, and she performed an act as if she had indeed just awoken from a deep sleep, not a deep throat. She instantly worried there was still cum on her lips. She stretched. 'Where are we?' 'Oh, about an hour away from getting home.' Fuck she thought. I'm away to the buffet car, anyone want anything? Everyone was fine, so off she went. One the way back, she stopped at the loo, and when she opened the door, Josh was standing waiting to get in. When he saw her, he pushed her back in the cubicle. 'That, dirty girl was amazing!' He had the biggest smile, high from the event that had just taken place. He ran his hands around her waist and was smiling into her eyes. 'You're cramp all better now is it Mr.?' She laughed at him, Cramp indeed! What a laugh! 'We are nearly home.' She said, as if he didn't know. He finished drying his hands, and turned to her. 'Look, I just know that I am going to need to see you again sometime soon, I'm not sure how, when, where or what will happen, but I just know I will need to see you soon, we can make it happen. OK' 'You have a girlfriend Josh, have you forgotten?' 'No.' His certainty of a happy ever after completely faded from his tone, as Penny reminded him of this major fact. 'Arrhh, Penny, I don't know what will happen, I just can't believe the thoughts and feelings I've had these last two days, it's seriously messing up my head.' 'You and me both Josh.' She affirmed. She reached out with her hands, and wrapped them round him, and they kissed the deep warm safe kiss they had come to expect, in a stinky train toilet with minutes left in their complete bubble before it burst. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Penny got off the train with Debbie not far behind her, and she held her head high as she marched purposefully up the platform heading for the exit of the train station. As she walked through the main public area, she caught sight of Josh's girlfriend, and for a split angry second, wanted to go and tell her how fantastic he was at eating pussy. She decided against it, and just made a beeline for outside. She was ahead of the others. The fresh air hit her as the sliding doors opened, and Penny reached into her bag, pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette. She drew in deeply, wishing for the pain of a burst bubble to ease. Debbie came out a minute or so later. 'Dying for a cigarette were you?' 'Yeah, something like that.' Josh and his girlfriend walked past them, and he acknowledged both Penny and Debbie with goodbyes and a thank you for a great weekend away. They called out their goodbyes also, and once away from both the girls, he looked back and gave Penny a smile and a wink, while his girlfriend looped her arm though his. Penny inhaled at her cigarette deeply again. 'You know something Debbie; you would think that with Josh being such an intelligent bastard, witty, clever, knowledgeable about shit, that he would find a more in tune girlfriend would you?' Debbie laughed as she too watched them walk away. 'Want to go for a drink Penny perhaps?' 'Yeah, common, I need vodka.' 'Yeah and I need to hear what you have to tell me Penny.' The girls pulled their luggage behind them as they found a quiet bar in town to have a post weekend drink in, and more importantly a girly catch up of events. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They sat at a table, nursing drinks in their hands. The bar was dead, it was a Sunday night. Debbie relaxed back into her chair, and as her back reclined and her leg crossed, she looked Penny deep in the eye. 'I'm guessing your plan worked Penny, Ben said he heard the pair of you fucking the shit out of each other when he went to get more ice last night! So did it? Did your cunning plan work out then?' Penny looked guilty. 'My plan worked, but it has spectacularly backfired Debbie, like majorly, spectacularly back fired!' 'Cummon then, tell me all.' Debbie was all ears as Penny regurgitated the events of the last two days as her friend sat and listened to every word that was said. When she was done, she looked into Debbie's face for her response. 'Oh dear Penny!' Debbie stated with raised eyebrows. 'So basically, you hadn't bargained on falling for him once you actually had him, in......bed, never mind the shower!' 'Yeah, pretty much. Arhhh! The thought of going home alone and going to my bed alone tonight totally sucks.' 'Ahh well, I'm sure he will be laid up next to his girlfriend tonight wishing that he was next to you too, you'll just have to ride it out and see what happens next, see how long it takes for him to be in contact with you.' 'Yeah I know.' Penny started into space for a while. 'Well Penny, I'm glad you suggested switching rooms and for me to share with Ben, I'm really glad he told me he had booked his room with Josh, and for me to casually mention it to you, and then for you to orchestrate your master plan, because as much as sharing with him didn't appeal to me at first, I soon got used to the idea. When I suggested it to him, he thought I was well and truly dirty! I would have never thought of it! We were at it like rabbits! Ha! I had forgotten how good he was, and my sex life has been so so dull of late!' 'Hahahahaha, I can be so conniving! Too bad it backfired somewhat, a great fuck turned into something completely different! 'Yeah well, the real world awaits tomorrow, so better get a move on, work tomorrow and all that jazz.' With that Penny and Debbie left the bar and headed back to their real worlds. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Penny continued round the house with her little mundane tasks with a big smile on her face. She couldn't believe those events had happened what seemed like so long ago. She counted it her head the years. What was it? Nearly three? Wow! Penny stood in her kitchen, it was a warm day and she was wearing a very lightweight, very loose fitting white cotton shirt. The thoughts of her and Josh together made her ache all inside. She could feel a wet gooey mess forming in her panties. She looked down and could see her nipples proudly protruding from her thin white bra rising through the shirt. She pulled the shirt taught to her bra resting her hands under her engorged heavy breasts. She could see her very dark browny pink areolas, like discs, with her fat plump distended nipples screaming to get though the fabric, shining through the white thin cotton. She let her hands slide down firmly over her belly, her full swollen heavy belly, and she massaged it in circular motions all around, feeling for movements inside her. She had never felt so feminine and curvy in all her life as she did now. Ohh she was horny. The thoughts that had filled her head all afternoon were making her very hot. She pulled up her skirt and slipped her fingers inside her panties. They were met with a plentiful thick gooey coating of her pussy juices, her pussy lips were swollen, open, an open invitation for a stiff hot cock. She felt her clit throb as she run her fingers over it, standing in her kitchen. Ohh she needed to be fucked. Penny was overcome with a need to cum. She was panting and writhing as she stood with her fingers gently caressing her gooey slit. She felt her face flush. She had never felt this horny in her life. Being pregnant had made this a daily occurrence; it amazed her how her desires and the intensity in which she hit orgasm had been amplified a hundred fold. The sensations and feelings she had were beyond words. Ohh how she needed a cock stuffed into her, to ride her, and have her nipples sucked on, pinched, nibbled. Penny looked up at the kitchen clock. Ahh, Thank God! Josh would be home any minute now!

Matthew's Solution Ch. 01

Matthew dropped his bag by the front door rubbing his right hand on his neck, attempting unsuccessfully to relieve the tension of the work day from his strained muscles while using his other hand to loosen his tie. "That damn well have been the sound of something other than your briefcase on the floor! Damn it Matthew we have hooks for a reason!" The voice came from the kitchen. He sighed quietly, hoping the voice from the other room hadn't heard him, and grudgingly picked up his briefcase by the handle and hung it from an over decorated piece of crap his wife called a hook. He walked lazily to the kitchen, where his wife Stacey was eating an uncooked bowl of broccoli, probably strictly adhering to yet another diet craze. She gave him a once over before rolling her eyes and dropping a half-eaten tuft of broccoli into the bowl. "God Matthew, can you do anything I tell you?" He looked back at her a little confused and dejected. Seeing the utter puzzlement on his face she sighed loudly and pointed. "Your shoes. Damn you, you always do this. Do you fail this much at work too? You can't even seem..." Her voice trailed off as Matthew slid off his shoes and walked them to the front door. He set them down, her voice still railing at him in the background. "Fuck man, I wouldn't lie to you" Matthew had scoffed at his friend as they talked in hushed voices in the breakroom earlier that month. "I swear to god, she does anything I tell her to..." Matthew had smiled at his friend as if he were a crazy person. "Not that it doesn't sound great Georgie, but next time you lie, pick something more believable." Then he had chuckled into his Diet Coke. George had shaken his head, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair. "Ok Matt, but don't say I didn't try to get you laid. When's the last time she put out man?" Matt raised an eyebrow sadly. He honestly couldn't remember. Maybe his birthday? Matthew slid his shoes back on, walked outside and sat in his car. He picked up the phone and pulled up George's number, his thumb hovering over the call button for a few hesitant seconds. When he pressed it, he felt his heart rate rise. If Georgie was telling the truth, Matthew was going to have every single one of his fantasies fulfilled tonight. If he was lying, it wouldn't be any different from the past 6 months at his house. What did he have to lose? \---------------------------------------------------------- Matthew pulled up in front of George's house. George had suggested Matthew observe the product before investing in it. It's what Georgie had done. He told Matthew that he only needed to watch it in action once to get an idea of what it could do and how to use it. Matthew nonchalantly walked up and rang the doorbell. George swung open the door almost immediately with a huge grin on his face. "Matt! Fuck man! I'm so glad you're here!" He practically dragged Matthew inside and shut the door behind him. He continued to drag him into the kitchen where he opened what Matt assumed was the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pill bottle. The tablet he pulled out was opaque and silvery, with what looked to be glitter floating in it. George dropped the tablet into a glass of water and it all began to fizz like an Alka-Seltzer tablet. George then went on to explain that this particular flavor tasted just like 7-up. His wife's favorite soda, but they had everything from Fanta orange to diet Pepsi. The whole idea was to make sure the flavor was indiscernible from the original soda. George popped a couple ice cubes into the glass and walked to the bedroom, motioning for Matt to follow him. When they walked into the room, George's wife Maggie was sitting at her desk, on her laptop working on her novel. She had the classic "hot school teacher" look. Matt had always liked to look at her when he knew his wife wasn't looking. She had huge tits that Matt had always wanted to put his hands on. Just to know what they felt like. Seriously, they had to be Ds at least. That, coupled with her tiny waist, perfect abs, and rounded ass... His dick was already at half mast within 10 seconds. She glanced over, looking over the rim of her glasses when she heard George walk into the room. "Hi honey, I brought you your afternoon pick me up!" She smiled politely at Matthew and took the glass from George. She took a sip and set it on a coaster on the desk and tried to straighten her hair, apologizing for not looking more presentable. She was wearing short gym shorts and a shirt that must have shrunk in the wash. It stretched harshly across her boobs, and Matthew noticed that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples pierced the fabric of the shirt in a porn-worth way. She blushed a little at her appearance but said she needed to get back to work. Matthew looked over at George who gave him a gesture to wait a minute. They stood together and waited. Maggie took several sips from the glass as she worked, typing furiously, erasing whole paragraphs, and typing furiously again. Just as Matthew began to lose faith George pulled him aside. "Listen Matt, what you see here, stays between us ok? This is a thing between men, when we see another man struggling, we can offer this solution, but you never discuss who you've given it to and you never, ever discuss what happens. You have to just show people. Understand?" Matthew gave George a confused look but nodded his consent anyways. As he turned back at Maggie, he realized her furious typing had stopped. She simply sat there, staring ahead at her computer screen. George's smile grew ten-fold. "It takes a few minutes for it to kick in, but when it does... well, see for yourself." "Honey, would you come here please?" George directed. Maggie turned and walked directly toward him. Her face was somewhat blank but she still looked hot as hell. With each delicate step her beautiful boobs jiggled lightly. "Say hello to Matthew dear." She turned her face toward Matthew, her features softened and she smiled. When she spoke, it was a barely above a purr. "Hello Matthew." Matthew looked over at George, who was smiling widely and shrugged. This was so far, unimpressive. "Strip." Came the next instruction and Matthew's look of shock caused George to laugh before he directed Matthew to look at his wife. Maggie was pulling the waistband of her shorts down in front of them. Matthew felt like he should avert his eyes, but then again... As she slid the shorts down her body, she revealed a lacy black thong, barely more than a string. She kicked her shorts to the side and wrapped her arms around her ginormous tits. She pulled her top off and her breasts and perky nipples were exposed to Matthew. He stared in awe. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch one of them, to pinch one of those nipples. To put it in between his teeth and bite it. They stood out from her chest, defying all known laws of physics. His mouth opened involuntarily, completely filled with awe. She dropped the shirt and slid her thumbs under the string of her thong on either hip. As she pulled down, Matthew saw that her mound was shaved bare. He could clearly make out each lip and the slit between them looked like it was already leaking. As she stood in front of them, completely naked, she had a dazed smile on her face. Matthew averted his gaze and looked over at George who was smiling brightly at his wife. "Piece of work, isn't she?" Matthew looked again, fully aware of the pressure building behind the zipper of his pants. "Maggie, assist our guest." Maggie took a step toward Matthew, reached out and pulled his tie off in one swift movement. She unbuttoned his shirt in uncanny speed and slid it off of his shoulders with ease. Matthew looked questioningly at George who nodded and smirked at him. "Get ready man." Maggie then dropped to her knees, deftly undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion. Matthew was completely exposed. He felt a little embarrassed, not knowing how he compared to George, though he wasn't small by any means. Matthew's fully engorged dick was 6 inches long and 2 and a half inches wide. Nothing to scoff at he thought to himself. Matthew stepped out of his pants and Maggie motioned for him to take a seat on the chair behind him. He sat, and Maggie made her way toward him on her knees. Her medium brunette hair hung in curls around her shoulders. Her breasts hung beneath her and swayed hypnotically as she crawled toward him. When she reached him, she sat between his legs on her knees and placed her arms at her side. She looked Matthew in the eyes, opened her mouth and let her tongue fall delicately over her bottom lip. Maintaining eye contact she opened her jaw further and slid her tongue across the bottom of Matthew's shaft. When she closed her mouth, his dick was enveloped by warmth. She sucked on the tip of his penis for a moment before taking the whole length into her mouth. Matthew let out an involuntary grunt as the tip of his dick brushed the back of Maggie's throat. She hummed softly as she brushed her flat tongue against his shaft. She began to bob her head up and down slowly. Matthew had never seen a woman enjoy giving a blowjob before, and he hadn't realized how much more attractive it was. Watching her coax the precum out of his tip, letting it drip out and then licking up the side of his penis where it had trailed. All while staring directly at him. He couldn't contain the groans and grunts that escaped him. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She wrapped her lips around base of his head and swirled her tongue around. He shook. She deep throated him and swallowed around him several times, humming as she went. His eyes rolled back into his head. She grabbed his balls delicately and tugged them. She fondled them and massaged them and he felt his dick begin to twitch. She felt it too, he could tell because she stopped toying with him and began her rhythmic bobbing. He twitched again, feeling his muscles tighten. He was so close. He opened his eyes and stared at her, her bobbing head, her pleading eyes, her moaning throat, then he came. He'd never witnessed a hunger like hers before. She greedily suckled him as his cum shot down her throat. She swallowed around him again and again, begging for more. After he was done, she kept lapping at his tip, begging for more cum, her lips enclosing and sucking while her tongue danced around. Matthew was so sensitive that he barely thought he could take anymore. "That's enough pet. Come lay down." She stood happily, tits bouncing as she did and walked past her husband and laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide, holding her knees with her hands. Matthew couldn't resist standing and walking over to watch. George stripped and Matthew happily took stock of the fact that he was at least 2 inches longer than George. But George didn't pay Matthew any mind, He stood at the edge of the bed and slid easily into his wife's swollen, leaking pussy. She was a sight. Her sex had spilled juiced down her thighs as she had sucked Matthew off and her whole area glistened. As George slid in and out, a slick slurping noise filled the room. She began to breathe heavily as George pounded into her, her eyes closed tight, her chin jutting, all the while, her tits bouncing happily. George grunted and moaned as his pace got faster. "Fuck... Maggie, fuck..." He was panting and the squishing sounds were already making sure Matthew was half erect again. George grimaced and blew his load into his wife. As he pulled out, streams of sticky white cum mixed with Maggie's overflowing juices spilled out of her pussy. Maggie's dazed smile spread across her face. George pulled back. "Go for it, Matt." Matt looked at him again, in shock. George just smiled and gestured toward her. "Oh, and here's a tip, when you're about to come, tell her 'it's time' and she'll finish around you. Don't say I never did anything for you buddy." George began to walk away the turned back. "What flavor do you want man?" Matt didn't even pause before saying "Dr. Pepper." George chuckled and left the room, closing the door, giving Matthew some privacy with his wife. Matthew reached down and grabbed ahold of Maggie's perky breast with one hand and squeezed it like a stress ball. It was so tender and warm and slightly firm. No way these were fake. He groaned just from the pleasure of touching her breast. He positioned himself in between her thighs and grabbed hold of the other breast. He began kneading them and pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers, satisfied from how hard and small they were. His dick was fully raised by this point and he inserted into her vagina. It was silky smooth from her juices and so warm. Warmer than her mouth had been. It felt like the most comfortable place in the world. He stood there, balls deep in this woman, this toy, thinking of what she must be experiencing. Two more inches was a lot and he was going to make her beg for it. Her dazed little smile gave way to nearly closed eyelids and a parted mouth. He watched as she took deep breaths and bit her lower lip when he pushed into her repeatedly. His hands wandered all over her body, feeling every curve, pinching, prodding, squeezing, kneading, thrusting, grunting, groaning. He listened as her moans extended. Fuck she was hot. When he thrust into her, her tits bounced nearly into her face. Fuck. "Beg for my dick, slut." He heard himself say. He almost shocked himself. He'd always wanted to talk like this to his wife, but she was not into anything besides vanilla sex. Something he wish he had known wouldn't change. Ever. "Please!" He heard her nearly screaming. "Oh! Fuck me! Harder! Deeper!" Her squeals of pleasure delighted him to no end. "Uh! Fuck! Please!" Her tits bouncing continuously, the sound of his balls slapping her perfect ass. He felt himself getting close. "It's time!" He shouted, and shook with amazement as she screamed, throat exposed, head thrown back, tussled curls splayed on the bed. Her velvety cavern contracting around him, milking him, causing his dick to twitch and shoot deep into her over and over again. He watched her body convulsing, writhing under his hands, around his penis. She took shallow breaths and moaned loudly over and over again. He never wanted it to end. Eventually, as he stood there, dick still enveloped in her loving little box, he had a thought. He started at her as her chest heaved from the exertion of her orgasm. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "It's time." And without a single moment of time elapsing, she erupted again into a powerful orgasm, shaking, convulsing in front of him and around his exhausted member. He groaned as her body begged his appendage for more. This orgasm lasted even longer and he shivered as he watched her. She looked delicious. He juices spurted out of her, even with his dick still inside. The bed beneath her round ass was soaking wet. Matthew realized his own thighs were covered in her sexy flowing desire. He pulled his member out of her and gawked. She was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. "It's time!" He yelled at her again. He watched as stream after stream of her discharge spewed from her sex. He'd seen a lot of porn in his day... but this? This was amazing. He wanted to stay here forever watching her squirm in pleasure, but a hand on his shoulder told him it was time to snap back to reality. George walked Matt to the bathroom and allowed him to shower and get dressed. Matt listened as he showered to the woman in the next room get impaled and orgasm over and over again. The feverish pitches she reached were hypnotic. By the time he was out of the shower he was fully erect again, cursing the fact that he'd have to leave. He walked out of the bathroom and was greeted by the sight of his friend being titty fucked. He hadn't even thought of that. Kicking himself for not having taking more advantage of the situation he looked on. George saw him and said "Stop, you wait here, and don't move a muscle. Understand?" "Of course, dearest." Came the delighting response. George walked a reluctant Matthew out of his bedroom. "Fuck Georgie... she's well trained I'll admit but..." George cut him off. "Matt, there's no training involved, it's this fucking pill man. It makes them extremely compliant and open to suggestion. That phrase I threw in there is from consistent use. It's like hypnotism in some ways. She wakes up in the morning and can't remember much of what happened, except that she did it. That's the best fucking part man, it makes her think she did it on her own. When she's still in her daze I can also tell her to forget things. I swear it's the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me!" Matthew stared at him, unable to believe what he was hearing. "So you're saying that I could give this to Stacey and..." "She'd become your fuck slave more or less dude. I could teach you how to implement phrases and orders. They fucking love it man." "But it's not really them." "Not true man, it's just opening them up. It's all stuff they want, but they're too shy or concerned to play out. I get her in this state and ask her what she wants and the things that come spilling out of her fucking sexy mouth man. That bitch makes it like I'm living in Pornhub." Matthew looked back at the bedroom. "Listen, I've known you for forever. I'll spot you two pills. Take them home, see how you like them. If you want, I'll get some ordered for you. What do you think?" "How long do the effects last?" "About 9 hours." George laughed "When I was home all weekend once I filled the cup with my cum when she was already under and put the new pill in that. Fuck it was so hot to watch her guzzle it all up." Matthew scratched his head. "Has she always been that... Well..." "Like a Super Soaker? No man, these pills make them horny as fuck. Make they're pussy super sensitive and get their clit to swell up huge. I fucking love it." Matthew deliberated for a moment and then stuck out his hand. "Alright Georgie, but if you're pulling my fucking leg, I will tell your wife how much you like to flirt with the front desk attendant. I'm sure there's no way she'd be bending over backwards for you if she knew." George handed the two small pills to Matthew with a smirk on his face and escorted him to the door. "Now if you don't mind Matty boy, I've got at least 6 more hours left, and I'd rather not waste them talking to you." He opened the door politely, but the look on his face obviously said "Beat it."

Bedroom Windows Ch. 03

Henry, or Pop as he liked everyone to call him, sat down at the breakfast table to enjoy one of life's few pleasures left, a fresh cup of Joe and the morning paper. He was already pissed because the state took away his drivers license, and his freedom. Now he had to take the god-damned train to come visit his son and daughter in law. A scowl crossed his face. A few seconds later young yawning Jennifer Bracken padded into the kitchen. Pop always liked her. Bright, pretty, and energetic. She often reminded him of his late wife when they were first married. Even dressed in a pair of old flannel pajamas and half-closed eyes she radiated youthful beauty. His frown quickly changed to a smile as she shot him a quick 'Morning Pop!' and headed directly to the coffee maker. She poured herself a cup and they chatted for a few minutes about the weather and other mundane issues. When she asked him if he needed a refill he nodded. Then something happened that turned his life upside down. When she leaned over to pour his coffee the neckline of her pajamas hung very low. Now, only inches away from his eye hung Jennifer's creamy white breasts. Not just cleavage, but everything including her puffy pink nipples. For the five or so seconds the vision lasted he couldn't pull his eyes away. When she stood up he knew she must have caught him staring and started turning red faced. But Jennifer just rubbed her eyes, put back the pot and headed out of the kitchen saying how she had to shower and dress for work. For the first time in many months, Pop's cock started to get hard. At 67, Pop had long lost his sex drive. He hadn't had sex since his wife past 10 years earlier. In his only opportunity since then he had failed, losing his erection the moment he saw his 65 year-old girlfriend's wrinkled old body. But now he suddenly felt hard as a rock. Jennifer closed her bedroom door and started the shower. She stripped off her pj's and lay naked on the bed. She was so wet she just had to rub her clit for just a few minutes. For 8 years she had been the devoted girlfriend and then wife to Mark, sharing her thoughts and body only with him. Now, in the span of a week she had allowed a teenager to voyeur, drug and rape her while his older brother showered her face with cum and fucked her in the ass. And just minutes ago she let her elderly father-in-law get a close up look at her titties. Did he like what he saw? Would he want to see more? Would he have dirty thoughts about her? She came hard, suppressing her moans as best she could. Fifteen minutes after Jennifer drove off to work Pop was already stroking himself. The image of Jennifer's hanging breasts were entrenched in his mind. She never even realized the free show she had given him. For the first time since Mark brought home the budding 18 year-old Jennifer he tried to picture her completely naked. Shortly a thick stream of white cum began to flow slowly out of his rejuvenated cock. At work, Jennifer again fought against her fantasy. Again she would lose. Other than work, her only distraction was to watch her manager Lou trying to grab peeks at any nearby female. She discovered one of his favorite tricks. He would often go to the desk of a female employee and stand behind her while pointing out work on the desk. His eye always, without fail, would be focused on looking down her shirt. He spoke with her often but couldn't remember if he had ever tried with her. She knew he would be around again soon. When she thought of how unexpectantly successful he would be she smiled. Later that day she received a call from Mark. It looked like he would finally be moving back to days again. He would, however, have to go out of town until next Monday for final training. He apologized for leaving her stuck with his dad. He also asked if she could drop him at the train station on Friday as he had to meet with his estate lawyers and just maybe pick him up again Saturday. Noting his apologetic tone she eased his mind with an agreeable response. After hanging up her thoughts returned to Pop. She almost laughed out loud when she thought of his beat red face. Mark was already gone when Jennifer got home, but Pop greeted her with a smile and dinner already made. Jennifer smiled back and replied that she had a tough day and wanted to take a long steaming hot shower and get changed. She had already planned to leave the door open a crack. Even with only one inch open you could still get a nice view of the shower. She had also set the video camera under some clothes pointed at the door. She had to know if he was watching. As she showered she imagined him watching her and had to fight the urge to slide her fingers inside herself. Since masturbating that morning Pop felt regret and shame. He decided to make dinner for her and shake off the dirty images that he had conjured. His orgasm took a lot out of him and he hadn't had a sexual thought all day since. That is until Jennifer had to mention a 'steaming hot shower'. The images returned. A few minutes later he decided he 'needed' to get something from his room. As he slowly made his way up the steps he could hear the shower running. When he got to the top he couldn't help but glance left towards Jennifer's slightly open bedroom door. He stared at the crack for a moment. He hoped the shower would turn off and erase what he was thinking. It didn't. Pop found himself shuffling slowly towards the door. When he reached the door he carefully peered through the crack. He could see the bathroom and then the shower. Young Jennifer was inside sudsing herself up. Although the shower door was slightly opaque he could certainly make out all her naked parts. His cock grew hard for the second time that day. Pop stood transfixed watching his own daughter in law naked in the shower. He wished the glass was clearer. He wished he was in there with her. Ten minutes later, behind a closed and locked door Jennifer brought herself to another silent orgasm. There he was, captured on video peeking through the door getting an eyeful of her. When she thought of the thrill he must have gotten she came again. She couldn't help but wonder if he would fuck her if he got the chance. She began to wonder how she might give him that chance. She dressed in a pair of short cut-offs and a tight tee shirt and spent the rest of the evening playing the naive tease. The next morning as Jennifer got downstairs Pop quickly finished his coffee. She yawned and politely asked him if he needed a refill. She poured herself one and came over to refill Pop, giving him his free show at the same time. She then went on to explain how bad she slept with Mark out of the house. Pop suggested some sleepeeze or something. She shook her head no, then with a laugh added "I don't know, maybe. Its just that they knock me out like a light. I'll stop by the drug store on the way home." She didn't have to put the video camera out when she showered, she knew he was watching. When Jennifer got to work she was disappointed that Lou was not in today. She had found a shirt that would gap nicely. "Lou missed a good show today" she sighed to herself. The day wasn't a total loss as she managed to give the UPS boy a nice view when she leaned over to sign for a package. Her thoughts turned to Pop. She had his attention all right. She thought about the tree fort and him looking in the window but knew in his frail state he would never be able to climb it. She looked at the package of Sleepeeze she bought on lunch break. If Pop wanted to get any better look at her, it was going to be up close. Jennifer thought something else. From now on she was only going to pretend to be asleep. She knew she could pull it off. She only wished she could have been awake when Jake had fucked her. Her panties were soaking wet now. She wondered how someday she could get him to fuck her without him knowing who she was, perhaps Halloween. Jennifer decided to leave work early as it was a gorgeous hot summer day outside. She also figured to throw on her new tiny bikini and soak up some sun. Maybe she could get Pop worked up enough to do a little night visiting. Pop couldn't believe his eyes when Jennifer came out onto the deck wearing a very revealing bikini. He tried to act casual as she plopped in the lounge chair and began to oil herself up. He chatted idly about various things and pretended to be engrossed in his magazine. He knew with his dark sunglasses that she wouldn't be able to tell he was staring at her. When she mentioned about getting a sleep aide his mind began turn. Would she really be out like a light? He watched sweat begin to bead on her body. It trickled down between her breasts. "Not too big", he thought, "not too small, just perfect little peaches". He already knew she had puffy little nipples. He loved that. He loved her petite little hands too, they would feel so good wrapped around his cock. Jennifer knew he was watching her intensely. She wished she knew what he was thinking. Closing her eyes she began to think of what outfit she could wear for work tomorrow. Big Lou might just see a side of 'Ms Ivory Snow' he never saw before. Lou was a large black man who seemed to be interested only in young white girls. She wondered if Lou had ever managed to nail any of the seemingly endless parade pretty young interns. She thought of his large black body on top of an innocent beauty. She thought of Lou on top of her. Jennifer felt like such a slut and she loved it. Evening rolled around and when Jennifer took her shower she closed the door so Pop couldn't watch. "All part of the big tease" she thought. She put on a pair of baggie but cute pjshorts and a tank top and went downstairs. Together Pop and Jennifer watched a few lame sitcoms before Jennifer announced she was headed to bed. She walked over to the kitchen counter and got her purse. Pulling out some things she announced, "Okay, I got my pills and my nightmask. Now I'm ready for some serious Z's". Pop laughed. She pretended to swallow some pills with a drink. Her hand was shaking with nervousness. Before heading up she snuck herself a glass of wine to take off the edge. Jennifer slipped into bed and tried to find the perfect seductively innocent pose. She lay on her back her left hand off the side of the bed, her tanktop pulled up slightly revealing her belly. She pulled up the sheet so it only covered one leg, the other exposed with the shorts hiked up a bit. She then pulled on her sleep mask and waited. Would the gentle old man really come visit? Perhaps he would just look through the door. She closed her eyes and waited for the creaking of the top step. About forty five minutes later she heard it. She had almost fallen asleep. Laying motionless she listened intently. She knew he must be looking by now. The wine had given her a nice warm buzz and was the only thing keeping her from jumping up when he knocked on the door. He called her name a few times in an innocent fashion. She then heard the door creak ever so slightly is he opened it. Jennifer's mind raced "Oh my god, here we go". A rush of blood streaked through her body. "What the hell am I doing?" Pop thought to himself as he entered the room. He already had a pertinent question lined for Jennifer if she woke up. He walked up to the bed and called her name again. He waited for her to wake up and respond. She didn't. He couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked on the bed, her belly exposed, one magnificent leg uncovered. His son was so lucky to be able to climb on that body whenever he wanted. He shook her shoulder gently. Nothing. His cock had been hard since he decided to come up twenty minutes ago. Jennifer's head just lulled to one side as he shook her shoulder a little harder. He called her name louder. Five minutes of name calling and soft shaking provoked no response. He shook her shoulder one last time but this time he left his hand there. Pretending to be out seemed to be quite easy. Jennifer only hoped he wouldn't tickle her. He didn't. She wondered why he left his hand on her shoulder. She didn't wonder long as she felt it slowly slide down her chest until he was gently cupping her breast. The old man was copping a feel of his daughter in laws titty. She now knew that he would never forget this night. When Pop felt her breast he almost came in his pants. He knew how oh so wrong this was but it felt so goddamn good. He felt her nipple stiffen under the thin material. His hand slid to her other breast and he fondled it until its nipple became stiff as well. Then with two hands her carefully grabbed the bottom edge of her shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. Unconsciously his crotch pressed against her hand. Now, bathed in the light from the hallway her bare breasts glistened. Jennifer heard the unmistakable sound of pants unbuttoning and falling to the ground. His warm hand then returned to her bare breast and began kneading it. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. Then, his hand gripped her breast firm but gentle and she could feel a rocking motion to his body. He let out a low moan and she knew he was stroking himself. Suddenly, without realizing it, she moved her right hand down to her crotch grabbing the bottom of her shorts. She hadn't meant to do that but she had instinctively wanted to rub herself. Pop stopped stone cold. He stood frozen, his left hand still clutching her breast his right clutching his cock. Was she waking up? He stood still for a full two minutes until he felt that it was just an unconscious movement. While he stood he did notice how her hand had hiked up her shorts even more. Slowly he let go of her breast, reached down her body and delicately lifted the loose pant leg. When he saw her neatly trimmed bush he let out a whispered "Wow!". If he hadn't have jacked off early that morning he would have blow his load right then and there. Jennifer felt Pop expose her pussy and then start to stroke himself again. She wanted to see so bad but was glad she had on the mask as she surely would have peeked. She also knew that seeing his wrinkled old body would turn her off so she relaxed and waited for whatever came next. Pop couldn't imagine what would happen if his son were to walk in right now and see him leaning over his unconscious wife. Just a few more minutes and he would shoot his load on the floor and he would be out of there with a great memory. Perhaps tomorrow when he went home he would bring back a camera. Slowly he lowered his left hand onto her bush, his right hand returning to her tits. He inched in closer to the bed so that his cock rested in her open hand. He closed his eyes as he cupped her warm cunt, massaged her puffy nipples and rubbed his cock on her petite little hand. Maybe he would cum on her arm. Jennifer moved again, spreading her legs slightly. Pop could now feel her lips part and he felt a wetness he never knew before. He slipped his finger in her. His finger felt so good inside her. She moaned slightly and whispered "Oh Marky". At the same time she let her fingers wrap around Pop's cock. It was short and stiff. She knew where Mark had inherited his 4 and half inches from. Pop was even smaller. She didn't care. Pop was scared now. Jennifer was in a state of semi-consciousness and she thought he was Mark. He almost decided to leave but her hand had a grip on his cock. He didn't move except that his finger kept moving slowly in and out of her pussy. He watched as she began to breath a little heavier. He began to hump her hand. Jennifer knew he was about to shoot his load on her arm. She wanted to give him a greater thrill than that. If he was going to get away with molesting his daughter in law he should have the royal treatment. She licked her lips. Pop heard "So good Marky" come from her lips as her hand clasped over his. She pushed his fingers further inside her. Then he watched transfixed as she shifted her body towards him and took his cock into her mouth. Never in all his 67 years had a woman suck him. Ss the warmth of her mouth surrounded his cock he knew what he had been missing. He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock and an intense orgasm began to well up within. Jennifer forced his clumsy fingers onto her clit and began to cum. She sucked hard on his small cock, her tongue masturbating him with a steady rhythmic motion. She felt Pop spasm and let out a loud grunt. A small amount of warm cum flowed into her mouth. Pop felt his knees buckle as he began to cum. It felt as though she was sucking it right out of him. He was surprised by his own loud grunt but Jennifer seemed oblivious to it. One last shiver sent his last drop into her mouth. Slowly he pulled his already deflating cock from her lips. She had stopped moving, laying her head back down and releasing her grip on his hand. Pop stood and watched her for a few minutes as she seemed to be in a deep relaxing sleep. He carefully pulled the sheet up over her. Shortly after Pop closed the bedroom door Jennifer slid her fingers deep inside. She knew Pop would have his little cock in her cunt before the weekend was out. She imagined him pounding her with a monster cock, dumping loads of cum within her. She could still taste his cumm. An intense orgasm ripped through her body. She wanted to scream. In the morning Jennifer took her time getting dressed. It was Friday dress-down day at work. She finally settled on a white tennis shirt and some cute shorts. For the first time she thought about going braless. In the mirror she decided the thick white material pretty well hid that fact. That is, unless you were looking down from above. Pop was way too nervous to face Jennifer in the morning. He avoided the morning coffee and only spoke when it was time to leave. He was incredibly relieved by Jennifer's jovial mood. She was totally oblivious to what had happened last night. As they drove to the train station he watched her lips as she spoke. He tried not to picture how they looked as they were wrapped around his cock. Although the vision would never leave him, he would bring back a camera as he knew he would have to have her again. Jennifer settled into work and tried to get stuff done despite all the thoughts roaming through her head. She could now add 'sucking off a senior citizen' to her bad girl list and wondered if soon she could add 'letting a black man gawk at her titties' to it. Lou would be in shortly and hopefully she would have her answer. Lou came in around ten. He loved dress down day as it usually meant the young interns would wear tight tee-shirts or something similar to entice his imagination. He scanned the room as he made his way to the office. He knew his smiling greetings easily covered his lecherous thoughts. As he entered his office he noticed Jennifer's legs out of the corner of his eye. She was engrossed in some work so didn't realize he was looking at her. He sat at his desk and thought of Ms Jennifer 'Ivory Snow' Bracken. He couldn't remember her ever wearing shorts before. He would definitely have to get a closer look. Although he liked them under twenty years old he loved her innocent naive quality she had. She was always proper and never gave peeps of what was underneath. He peeked around the corner at her again, this time noting the open buttons on her shirt. He searched his desk for a reason to stop at her desk. Jennifer had a feeling that Lou was watching her but was still shocked that it was only five minutes after his arrival that he was heading towards her desk. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. She smiled and meekly greeted him. Lou returned her greeting and set some papers on her desk. As her gaze turned to the papers his turned to her tanned legs. He admired them for a moment before pointing out some questionable numbers from another employee on the pages. He watched her nose crinkle as she thought about the problem. He adjusted himself behind her slightly and leaning over her shoulder suggested looking at the other papers. As she scribbled some numbers Lou looked down. It was more than he could have hoped for. Not only wasn't Jennifer wearing a bra but he could see most of her creamy white breast. Leaning over a bit further he watched as her puffy pink nipple came into view. Jennifer finished her corrections and handed the papers back to him. She apologized for her fellow employee and asked Lou to not be too hard on them. She smiled sweetly and Lou agreed. He thanked her for her keen eye and asked if he could come back later with some other questionable work. Five times during the day Lou returned to Jennifer's desk and five times did he get more than an eyeful of her pert little titties. Jennifer couldn't wait to get home to rub herself off. Something better came up. Around four o'clock talk of going to El Coyote for marguerites went around. When the girls came around to her desk Jennifer thought it was a great idea after all she'd have all night to think about Pop jamming his little cock inside her. Jennifer had a great time at El Coyotes with most of the work crowd arriving. She had a few drinks but knew her limits. She also noticed that Lou had joined the party at some point but was a few tables away. After an hour or so to crowd peetered out with most leaving to go home to their families. Lou had ended up not only at her table, but right next to her. He even made it a point to praise her on her work that day making her blush. Lou kept an eye on Jennifer as they continued to drink. His interest peaked when someone asked if her hubby had gotten his new job and she replied that he was still away on training until Monday. He thought of her naked, all alone in her bed. How he would love to suck on her titties. He knew, however that she was totally faithful to her hubby and never showed the least bit of interest in any of the male co-workers, least of all him. Still, he wished for one last look down her shirt. Jennifer note the attention Lou was giving her but played it off in her own naive way. She wasn't sure where this was leading but it was getting interesting. She already knew how easy it would be to get Lou to fuck her but just bringing him home and 'cheating' just wouldn't do. She'd have to pull it off in her own 'special' way. She started to act drunker than she really was. One of the men ordered a round of tequila shots for everyone. Jennifer managed to secretly spit that one back into her own drink. She was already partly wasted and knew a shot or two would take out her of control. She managed to fake many a drink. By six o'clock the party had whittled down to four people, Lou, Jennifer and a married couple. They were all laughing, especially at Jennifer's slurred words and drink spilling. Lou ordered a last round of shots for the road. He was amazed at how much the young wife could drink. When Lou went to the bathroom the couple suggested that Jennifer should call a cab but Jennifer, showing new signs of sobriety talked them out of it. Lou joined them again and they all headed out the door. The couples car was right out front and they said their good-byes. As Jennifer and Lou headed around the corner to the back lot Jennifer again became 'unstable' on her feet. When they reached Jennifer's car she had a laughing fit when she couldn't get her keys in the door lock. When Lou sternly told her that he would give her a lift home she agreed. It was working out perfectly. Although her house was less than ten minutes away Jennifer pretended to fall asleep in Lou's car. Lou looked at Jennifer asleep in the seat next to him. He thought of how easily it would be to reach over and grab her tit. He would give anything right now to fuck her. His cock began to grow hard in his pants. Evil thoughts ran rampant though his mind. When they arrived at her home Jennifer 'allowed' herself to wake up just enough to have Lou help her inside the house. She plopped down on the couch and asked him if he could get her a glass of ice water. As he went into the kitchen she lay back on the couch and closed her eyes. She had drank far more than she intended to and could have easily fallen asleep. So far none of her 'men' had failed to take advantage of her. She hoped Lou would be just as sleazy. Lou wasn't surprised to find Jennifer snoozing on the couch when he got back to the room. He knew how totally wasted she was. He set the glass down and called her name but got no response. He stood over her and shook her shoulders. Her eyes opened briefly in an unfocused gaze. Lou stood back and took the whole situation in. There on the couch was a pretty petite white gal who was lost to the world. She had kicked off her sandals and he got a good look at her tanned bare legs. Lou recalled the creamy whiteness of her breasts and longed to see the same contrast of her tan outlining her pussy. Regaining composure for just a moment and decided to go about the house to lock the doors and make sure no one was home. He was back at the couch in less than two minutes. "Okay Ivory Snow your time has come." The words hit Jennifer hard and she felt herself get instantly wet. A moment later she felt his two hands roughly groping her tits. She knew this wasn't going to be slow motion like it was with Pop. Lou kneeled next to the couch to get better access to the beauty. It took only a moment more before he had her shirt pulled up over her tits. He sighed approval and began to massage them. His cock began to grow uncomfortable in his pants so while his hands went to his zipper to release his 'beast', his mouth went to her chest. He savored the taste of her puffy nipples and grinned when they started to get hard. He gently bit on one of them and heard her whimper in her sleep. Jennifer was amazed at how little time Lou wasted. Still with her eyes closed she swooned when he sucked on her nipples. She felt him kiss down her belly to her shorts. She knew what was coming next. Lou stood up and took off his pants and his shirt and stood naked in front of her. He stroked his cock a few times and then leaned over and unzipped her shorts. He then got down on the couch at her feet and slowly worked off her shorts. He stood up again, tossed her shorts on the floor and admired her. He loved what he saw. Young Jennifer lie totally exposed, her one foot on the floor, her other on the arm of the couch, legs spread nicely. Kneeling down in front of her he headed hungrily to her pussy, diving in tongue first. Jennifer's hips began to move uncontrollably as the long tongue invaded her. She felt orgasms begin to build and almost decided to 'wake up' but thought better of it. She heard his mumblings of how sweet her pussy was along with other assorted four letter words. She was just about to cum when she felt his tongue lick and probe her ass. As he entered her virgin ass she began to buck and cum on his face. Lou laughed. "You're so fucking drunk you have no idea you're about to be raped." But she knew, and her body quivered at the thought. She wanted so bad to open her eyes and look at the cock that was about to pummel her. Lou kneeled on the couch between her legs. He stroked his cock as he stared at the sleeping beauty. He leaned in and placed the head of his large black cock against her white pussy. He smiled at Jennifer's breathless gasp as it slowly disappeared within her. There was nothing Lou liked better than the snug wetness of a tiny white girl. His cock now deeply embedded inside he gently grabbed her tiny ankles and lifted them to his shoulders. His powerful arms moved to her sides as her legs were bent back and spread. He began pumping. Jennifer had never ever felt anything like that before. She could barely keep from screaming when he entered stretching her as none before. When he spread her legs and began pumping it felt like a dream. "If only your husband could see you now", Lou whispered between breaths. His sweat now dripping down on her chest as he continued pumping. For a time the only sound to be heard was Jennifer's gasps, Lou's grunts and the loud rhythmic slapping of flesh. The pace suddenly quickened. Lou leaned over her completely now pressing his face into the cushion beside her head. His hands slid down under her ass and began to pull her up as he rammed down into her. "Time to fill you up girl". He fucked harder and faster. With his head next to her in the cushion Jennifer allowed herself to peek. Leaning her head to the side she could see the reflection in the glass of the stereo. She saw the large black body that enveloped her, her seemingly tiny legs that shook with each pounding. She began to come again. So did he. Grunting loudly he grabbed her ass hard he pulled himself deep inside as his cum flowed in to her. He slowed. He felt her cunt tighten around him and his body quivered, his twitching cock spurting out its last drops. Jennifer felt his heavy body lift off of her as he pulled out. She hung her head to the side and she continued to feign a drunken stupor. As his cock left her she felt an emptiness. Again she considered waking and having him fuck her all night long. She could feel his cum begin to run out of her. She wondered what he would do next, perhaps even carry her up to her bed. Lou stood next to the couch and stared down at her. Cute innocent white girl, so prim and proper laying there legs spread wide as a thick white stream of cum drip out of her gapping pussy and onto the couch. He whispered a single word, "Priceless." He looked at his watch and sighed. "Damn bitch 'ill be wondering about me, best be gettin home now." He got dressed and then clumsily dressed Jennifer best he could. She couldn't help but giggle sleepily from his touch as he took a blanket from the rocking chair and covered her up. She snuggled into a comfortable position. In the kitchen he scribbled a brief note apologizing for letting her get so drunk and offered to pick her up the next day to get her car. Later, in his car he chided himself for not sticking his cock in her mouth. Then he laughed to himself as he knew she'd be taking 'dicktation' from his sooner or later. Jennifer sat up as she heard Lou's car drive off. Her head was swooning from the alcohol she did drink and her body was swooning from being ravaged. All she could do was to slowly climb the stairs and into bed. Her last thought before drifting off was that most of Lou's load was still deep inside her. The next day brought many thoughts to young Jennifer. She was amazed at the lack of guilt she had, perhaps it was that she was wanted, no, craved more sex. She didn't know how long it was going to last, but it was there and it was controlling her. She knew she had to pick up Pop today and maybe somehow she'd let him fuck her tonight but she didn't want to pretend to be sleeping, she just wanted to be fucked hard and long by a stranger...or strangers. Somewhere where no one knew her. *more in part 4...*

Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 03

Chapter 03: Dining with the Douglas Family During the next month the relationship between Gavin, Catherine and Tiffany developed into a joyful union. The sisters were willingly sharing Gavin and he was getting a lot of pussy. They could seldom all be together, but when they were it was for some unbridled lovemaking. Catherine spent some time prepping her parents for meeting Gavin. Especially her father, who was against the relationship. He became angry when Catherine told her parents she was dating Gavin. Clement referred to Gavin as trailer trash. \--- "Are you sure you want to do it?" Catherine asked as she guided her car along the long driveway to her parents' mansion. Gavin was sitting deep in thought in the passenger seat. He was thrilled that he would soon be facing his enemy. After Clement Douglas had fired his father and made his family's economy crumble Gavin had started to hate him with a vengeance. Now he was fucking his two darling daughters and even though his father now had a new job and their economy was righting itself, he still hated Clement Douglas. He just couldn't wait to make it clear to the business tycoon that he had seduced Catherine. "Yes, it'll be fun," Gavin answered Catherine as he looked at the majestic elm trees. Seconds later Catherine brought her car to a halt outside the huge mansion. "Gavin, I know you say you would like to have dinner with my family, but please don't be insulted by my father. My mother is fine, but my father is an old bear. Please don't let him bother you," Catherine said giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "His bark is a lot worse than his bite." Gavin didn't know about that. His father had experienced Clement Douglas' bite and it had almost destroyed his family. But he was following his plan to get close to the family and when the time arrived he would seek out his final revenge, so he replied, "Relax baby. He can't say or do anything, that will turn me away from you and Tiffany." Smiling, the couple got out of the car and made their way to the front door. Catherine just walked in and shouted, "It's me. I'm home. I've got Gavin with me." Gavin half expected a maid to appear in the hallway but instead Abigail Douglas emerged from a side room with a smile. Gavin took in Catherine and Tiffany's mother. It was obvious where the daughters' beauty had come from. Abigail was wearing a red summer dress that fitted tightly beneath the voluptuous thrust of her breasts. Her platinum blond hair had been drawn loosely back from her gorgeous face in a big red clip. She looked like a goddess with full moist lips below a small nose and high cheekbones. The red dress clung lovingly to every proud curve, a figure that oozed a warm sex appeal that made Gavin take a deep breath. He loved the way Abigail's pendulous, D-cup tits jiggled as she walked towards him. She looked extremely comfortable in her three inch heels. She wore little jewelry, onyx studs in her ears with a small diamond mounted in each stud and a tasteful onyx necklace. There was a feminine and tasteful watch on her wrist. A combination of admiration and lust pushed every other thought from Gavin's head as he began to move forward. When he reached Abigail he held out a bouquet of pink roses and said, "Thank you for the invitation. I have been looking forward to meet you." Abigail took the flowers and looked at her daughter's boyfriend. There was no denying he was an attractive boy...no, make that a man. Of course she had seen Gavin at the country club but being so close to him made her aware of his broad shoulders, trim hips and his long, powerful legs. She realized he was a glorious vision of athletic perfection and oozed raw masculinity. She had no trouble understanding Catherine's infatuation with him. "Thank you so much Gavin. You shouldn't have," Abigail said as she took the bouquet from his strong hands. "My mother told me that flowers always help make a good impression. And I always do as my mother says," Gavin grinned. Abigail laughed, "Maybe that could rub off on Catherine. Lately she has been very sure of herself." "Mom, don't start telling stories," Catherine said with a smile. "I can't make such a promise, but let's go to the kitchen. I left Tiffany in charge so maybe we will have to order pizza," Abigail said and winked at Gavin. They all laughed and went to join Tiffany in the Douglas kitchen. Tiffany was dressed in a short black skirt with a tight, low cut white tank top and she welcomed Gavin warmly. Soon Abigail and her daughters were chatting with Gavin and there was a lot of laughter. Abigail was really impressed by Gavin's wit and clever remarks. Before meeting him like this, she had thought he was maybe using her daughter's position in society, but it fast became clear to her that it wasn't the case. Gavin seemed genuinely in love with Catherine. \--- Twenty minutes later Clement Douglas marched into the kitchen. Gavin took in his sworn enemy. It was obvious he came from money and still had a lot of money. Clement Douglas looked kind of distinguished with shortish steel-gray hair cut back in a sharp, severe style, and deep, china-blue eyes which seemed unfriendly. On one hand Clement appeared to be a cold, calculating businessman but on the other, an overweight, arrogant, rude and abusive man. Catherine began saying, "Hi father, allow me to introduce you to Gavin." After some time Clement extended a hand to Gavin which felt every bit as cold and clammy as its owner. "How do you do, Kevin?" Clement said shaking his hand Gavin just took it in stride as he corrected Clement Douglas. "It's Gavin Mr. Douglas and I'm doing very well, thank you." "My daughter likes to downplay our family's status, but I have to stress the fact, that I think people's social background plays a huge part in what they become." "What a jerk," Gavin thought then replied, "I know what you mean, but I also think a loving environment means a lot." "Well I don't think you're right..." Clement said but was interrupted by Abigail trying to diffuse the situation. "Stop battering Gavin and let's eat. Come Gavin, the dining room's this way." Gavin was led into a spacious, well-lit room, the centerpiece of which was a large oval table. Soon the food was on the table and they all sat down. Imposing French windows afforded a view of immaculately trimmed lawns and formal gardens which stretched as far as the eye could see. "My daughter has told me very little about you. Young people are so strange nowadays. Catherine barely tells me anything and it was only by chance I even discovered that she had a boyfriend." Turning to her father, Catherine interjected. "Father that's hardly fair. It's not as though you're even interested in what I'm doing or ever have time to talk to me." Clement started to get angry and took a deep breath before answering his daughter. "Catherine, you know very well that I have a lot of business to see to. But I have a keen interest in your well-being." The dinner conversation followed a rhythm. Clement would come hard down on Gavin, but Abigail, Catherine and Tiffany all tried to diffuse his hostile approach, clearly embarrassed by Clement's behavior. Gavin took it in his stride but his hatred towards Clement continued to grow. He thought Clement was an obnoxious, abhorrent, vicious old man, who thought too much of himself and his social status. Clement said angrily, "I think I know you from somewhere. But I can't place it." "Well Mr. Douglas. You have probably seen me in the country club where I work." Gavin replied. Clement looked stunned for a moment, then, enraged, he said to Catherine, "For heaven's sake, you're dating the help. That's just not acceptable." Clement threw his napkin on the table and got up. He gave Gavin his blackest look yet. "I don't know what's gotten into you just lately but I would imagine you have completely lost your senses. This is not acceptable." Clement stormed out of the room, leaving Abigail, Tiffany, Catherine and Gavin to complete their meal. In a hurt tone Catherine said, "Mom..." Before Catherine could say more Abigail interrupted her, "I'm so sorry Gavin. I can only apologize for my husband's behavior. He can be so unbelievably disparaging at times and much as I love him I don't agree with him. I hope you'll stay and finish your dinner." "It's alright, Mrs Douglas. I love Catherine and I'll just have to prove it to Mr Douglas." Abigail was furious with her husband. She had taken an instant liking to Catherine's boyfriend and now she gave him a wry smile. "I'm so glad you're not offended. Anyhow, it's a pleasure to welcome you to our home." Gavin smiled at Abigail and said, "I'm thick skinned, so it will take more than some vile words to make me run away from Catherine, Mrs Douglas. I love Catherine very much and, trust me, I'll always do right by her, whatever that may involve at the time." Abigail was halfway in love with Gavin herself. His thoughtful manners made her happy for Catherine. "Please call me Abigail." The rest of the dinner was characterized by a light banter between the Douglas women and Gavin. \--- That night Abigail talked to Clement as they went to bed. She told him to behave in a more civilized manner around Gavin or he may lose his daughter. At first Clement got angry but after half an hour he gave in and accepted that he needed to be more civil around Gavin. \--- A few days later Abigail walked into Catherine's room. After meeting Gavin she had decided to have a talk with her daughter. "Catherine I think we need to talk." Abigail said as she sat down on the bed beside Catherine. "About what mom," Catherine responded. "Now that I've seen you with Gavin, I think we need to have a mother and daughter talk. I remember how it was to be young and I would like to talk to you about being together with a young man." Abigail said and blushed a little. "Wow mom, are we going to have the 'sex-talk'" Catherine grinned. Abigail didn't think of herself as prudish, but Catherine's response made her perplexed. She was not used to her daughter being so upfront and secure about her own sexuality. "Yes, I think we have to have the sex-talk as you call it." "Well, what do you want to know?" Catherine replied with a laugh. "I want...I think...maybe...," Abigail was struggling with finding the right words, before she just blurted out, "Are you and Gavin having sex?" "Yes we are," Catherine just said. "Do you use protection?" Abigail asked concerned. "Gavin pulls out but I've wanted to go on the pill for some time," Catherine said. Abigail thought about her daughter having unsafe sex with her boyfriend. She shuddered as she thought of the consequences. "I think so too. Let's make a doctor's appointment really soon. You have to be careful." Abigail had planned the conversation in her head, but Catherine's response had surprised her and she didn't know what to do now. So she started to get up from the bed. But before she could Catherine said, "Mom, can we talk a little about my relationship with Gavin." "Of course," Abigail said and settled on the bed. "Gavin is my first, so I'm not very experienced. I just want to hear your opinion, because I respect and love you. And I want a woman's perspective." "Oh sweetie. You can tell me anything. Do you feel pressured by Gavin." Abigail asked concerned. "No, not at all. In fact I was the one who took the initiative. Gavin was worried that I wasn't ready and would get hurt." Abigail's feelings towards Gavin became even more warmhearted. She could just envisage him being thoughtful towards her inexperienced daughter, so she said, "That sounds considerate of him." "That's just the way he is. Oh mom I love him so much. He even made my first time magic." "Oh," Abigail said but Catherine interrupted her, looking deep into her eyes. "At first I was a little afraid. Gavin is just so tall and powerful and I feel really petite around him. And when I realized he was big all over, I almost chickened out." Abigail blushed thinking about her daughter's boyfriend. He was so huge she was immediately visualizing Catherine's verbal description in her head. "But at the time Gavin was so attentive to my needs," Catherine said and with a smile she continued in a dreaming voice, "In the beginning I was charmed by Gavin, because he was this handsome hunk of a jock who always was willing to spend time with me without pressuring me. Over time, his charisma made me fall in love with him. A turning point came the first time we kissed. He made me feel so loved." Abigail was moved by Catherine's description but before she could comment Catherine continued with a giggle, "Another turning point was the first time I saw his penis. I almost didn't believe my eyes; it was so long and thick. And he can do such wonderful things with it. But it's not his only strength. His tongue is also a force to be reckoned with. Gavin has an ability to drive me crazy with his mouth." Catherine was lost in her own thoughts as she spilled the beans to her mother. Abigail was transfixed by her daughter's description. She could sense the love Catherine felt for her boyfriend, but Abigail's body shivered as she listened to her daughter's explicit story. "Our first time was one night when Gavin had taken me out to see the stars and by God did I see stars. I had heard some of my friends talk about receiving oral. But I think Gavin is in a league of his own. He does not just lick with his tongue - he massages, he teases, he explores, he devours." By this point Abigail was not only listening to her daughter's story, she was also starting to become aroused by it. With a giggle Catherine continued, "If I have to describe what Gavin's mouth does to me, I'll have to say it feels like joy flowing from my vagina and it is a feeling I've never experienced before." Abigail started to breathe harder as she felt her own vagina moistening. She stuttered, "But...but what about the first time." "I have to admit the first time it hurt some. Gavin tried to be careful, but he's just so unbelievable huge. At first I had great trouble letting him in but after some time it did happen. And I've never felt so incredibly full. Gavin's penis felt magnificent and he made me cum again and again." Catherine replied as she shuddered. Abigail felt her nipples harden and juices started to trickle out of her vagina. "I have to tell you mom. I'm addicted and obsessed with Gavin. He is like a drug and he has never let me down," Catherine said and asked her mother, "I don't think every girl is as lucky as I am. My first time was magic and it just keeps getting better and better. Was your first time also like that?" Abigail was distressed by her body's reaction to her daughter's story. But Catherine's question made her calm down a bit. Her first time had been with Clement, as the thirty year old man had set his sight on the Abigail when she was still attending high school. He had seduced the eighteen year old girl, who was a renowned beauty in the state. Abigail recalled their first time. It had hurt a bit and been over in two minutes. She didn't think she had ever experienced anything like Catherine so she just said, "Yes sweetie, something like that. Thank you for your story. I hope you'll be careful in the future and we'll have you on the pill in a couple of weeks. Now I have to go." "That's just hunky-dory mom," Catherine said not noticing her mother's distress. As Abigail walked out of the room she felt perplexed. It was clear to her that her youngest daughter now was more sexually experienced than herself. It was a change in their relationship she hadn't seen coming. It made her feel old and inadequate. Her lovemaking with Clement had never been as electrifying as her daughter's description. Abigail was beside herself for the rest of the day. \--- Two weeks later Abigail was witness to Catherine and Gavin's lovemaking. Clement was traveling away on business and she had planned to meet some friends. But they had canceled at the last moment so she had decided to take a long bath. In the morning she had told Tiffany and Catherine she would be away from home for the whole day, so they didn't know she was home. As she came out of the bathroom in her short red silk bathrobe, she walked over to the big window and looked down onto the pool. What she saw took her breath away. Her daughter, Catherine, was between Gavin's knees engulfing his impressive cock in her mouth. She watched as Catherine took his rod deep into her mouth, and even from her second-floor bedroom, Abigail could see her daughter gag slightly from taking it a little too deep. Abigail took a step closer to the window and saw Catherine back off of Gavin's cock and hold it upright. It was an impressive sight. Abigail had never seen a penis so majestic. Her body shuddered and the curtains moved as she saw Catherine lick the delicate area just under the head. Catherine was in heaven. She had Gavin to herself and she wanted to show him how good a cocksucker she had become, so she swallowed him again and sucked on it for a moment before running her tongue down the length to his balls. She sucked one, then the other into her mouth. While she was doing that, her hand was pumping up and down his shaft, keeping him hard and primed. Abigail was mesmerized by her daughter's boyfriend. He made an impressive figure with his powerful shoulders, washboard abs and strong legs. And the way Catherine almost worshiped his long hard penis made her lightheaded. Unconsciously Abigail's hands caressed her full breasts as she watched the erotic display below. It had been a while since she'd been with a man. Clement didn't seem interested anymore. Watching her daughter perform oral sex on Gavin made her envious. Gavin had noticed the curtain move in Abigail and Clement's bedroom. When nothing happened he knew it was Catherine's mother who was watching. At first he thought they were busted, but when nothing happened he decided to put on a show. Catherine was moving her head up and down in conjunction with the fist she had wrapped around Gavin's shaft. Whenever her jaw became tired, she would release the head from her mouth and use her tongue and fist to keep building to Gavin's orgasm. "Tell me when you're about to cum. I want to taste you," Catherine said, as she took him back into her mouth. Gavin put his hand on her head and began thrusting his hips gently, forcing his cock into her throat. He could hear her gag slightly, but she didn't let up. Abigail pinched her nipples as she watched the young lovers. By the pool, Gavin's thrusts were becoming more aggressive. He was now fucking Catherine's face, and she knew it wouldn't be long. She heard him groan and make one final thrust into her mouth before he unloaded his sperm-filled balls. A warm swath of semen coated her tongue and the back of her throat, and she swallowed knowing the next blast would follow in seconds. He didn't disappoint her. The second shot was even bigger than the first, and she felt the gooey liquid seeping out around his cock and dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. She was trying desperately to swallow it all, but before she could get load number 2 down, load number 3 filled her mouth again and she more or less gave up. She swallowed as best she could and allowed the rest to leak out of her mouth. Gavin's orgasm started to subside, and he loosened the grip he had on her head. She continued to suck on him, pulling out the last drops, before withdrawing from his slightly softening penis. Abigail could see the cum glistening on her daughter's face like shiny pearls. "Oh my God, she swallowed the whole thing." She thought it was over but then she saw Gavin push Catherine back onto a sun lounger. Catherine looked up at Gavin and smiled as he climbed onto the lounger between her slender legs. Kneeling on the lounger he wrapped his hands around her thighs from underneath and pulled her ass into the air lining her beautiful bald pussy up with his rock hard cock. Gavin let go of Catherine's leg with one hand so he could guide himself into the tight pink opening before him. As usual he started slow. Her pleasuring hole looked tight and he didn't want to hurt her. Pure pleasure shot through Catherine's body as Gavin pushed the head slowly into her dripping slit. As he continued to slowly push she started to moan. "God you are so tight," Gavin said. "And you are so fucking huge," Catherine replied, "but, keep going. It feels amazing." From above in her bedroom Abigail watched the coupling. She was aroused by the erotic sight below her. She just couldn't believe her daughter could handle such a massive penis. Gavin increased the pace with each thrust into the tight pussy. Catherine trembled all over. As the speed of his thrusts increased, so did the volume of her screams. Gavin moaned and groaned feeling her muscles contracting around his shaft as it slid easily in and out of her wet opening. Catherine pushed herself up off the lounger supporting her weight on her hands behind her back. Gavin reached down and wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her up. Their chests met as she started to bounce. The intense feeling grew with each up and down motion. Catherine's full breasts rubbed against Gavin's muscular chest and the couple kissed passionately. "It's so deep. Fuck it's so deeep," Catherine screamed as she broke the kiss and threw her head back, her hands clinging to Gavin's shoulders as she bounced up and down more vigorously. Abigail watched the wanton display below. Her daughter's breasts jiggled each time she dropped down onto Gavin's thighs. Her screams grew louder and Gavin's strong hands continued to grip her perfect little ass as he lifted her up and down. Catherine went over the top with a huge scream. Abigail wasn't aware of it, but her fingers had slipped between her legs and she was unconsciously touching herself as she watched the erotic display below. Gavin wasn't done, so he effortlessly flipped Catherine over onto her hands and knees in front of him. He lined his rock hard cock up with her still dripping pussy. He met little resistance as his thick shaft slid in. Catherine let out a long groan as Gavin reached the back of her vagina. Gavin moved both hands to her narrow waist and pulled her back against his cock each time she pulled away. Abigail was fingering her clit and was really aroused. But she was in for another surprise as she heard Tiffany's voice below. "You guys seem to be having a good time," Tiffany laughed as she walked over to the couple. "Take off your clothes," Gavin told Tiffany. She grinned at Catherine and soon she was also naked. Tiffany planted her soft moist lips on Gavin's and kissed him as he continued to fuck her sister from behind. Gavin reached over and started playing with her full tits. The light brown nipples became fully erect. Shocked Abigail saw Gavin and her daughters move around so that Gavin was on his back. Tiffany put a foot on either side of his head before kneeling down over his mouth. Catherine positioned herself above Gavin's pelvis, behind her sister. Catherine grabbed his huge shaft by the base and guided it into herself. When she began bouncing up and down on Gavin, she reached around Tiffany and groped her full tan breasts. Abigail could see Catherine's small hands working Tiffany's breasts, and Tiffany's head rolled back as she let out moans and groans of pleasure. It became difficult to distinguish between Tiffany's and Catherine's screams and shouts as they blended together. After some time the sisters shifted position and now it was Tiffany bouncing on top of Gavin's cock. Tiffany's volume started to increase as she grew closer to her exquisite finish. Catherine was also close. A minute later they both came at the same time. Their moaning was a sexy chorus that went on and on. Above them Abigail also experienced a climax and moaned out loud. The girls didn't notice but Gavin had kept an eye on the window and he saw Abigail's lust filled face before she backed away. Gavin got up and grabbed hold of his long thick shaft. "Okay. Here it comes bitches," He said as the two sisters sat back on their heels in front of him. They both opened their mouths and closed their eyes as Gavin stroked up and down the long shaft. It only took a few squeezing motions to coerce the load from his balls. Hot strings of semen erupted from his cock. Each spurt was directed, as best as he could, toward each of the girls' faces. Stream after stream landed on their closed eyelids, mouths, chins, and tits. "Keep it coming," Tiffany urged. "Yeah drown us in your cum," Catherine added. The last spurt dripped out of Gavin's cock head as his rod started to lose some of its hardness. Tiffany took her fingers and wiped the semen from her eyes. Gavin sat down on the edge of the lounger and watched the two sisters giggle and wipe the semen from their faces. Tiffany stuck two of her fingers into Catherine's mouth feeding her a warm glob of Gavin's seed. "Mmm," Catherine said feeding her sister some as well. They both laughed again. "Let's take a dip," Gavin said as he hopped into the pool. The sisters quickly followed him. Above them Abigail was shocked. Her daughters were involved with each other. It seemed to her, that Gavin had completely seduced them both. But her own behavior was also shocking. She had climaxed watching her daughters fucking their boyfriend. Quickly she got dressed and tiptoed out of the house and drove away. \--- After the day at the pool where Gavin had noticed Abigail Douglas in the bedroom window above, he did everything in his power to see and interact with her in the weeks that followed. He thought he had a chance to score a hat-trick with the Douglas women. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he wanted to make his revenge against Clement Douglas perfect. So he wanted to see if he could seduce Abigail. She was a strong specimen of feminine perfection with her platinum blonde hair and hot body. And he had to have her. It started with simple looks, when he was over at the Douglas mansion. Gavin would lift his eyes and catch Abigail steeling glances at him. Sometimes he would catch her with a look in her eyes that seemed speculative. It didn't take Gavin long to interpret it as sexual interest even if it seemed to him that Abigail wasn't self-aware about the signals her body was sending to him. Gavin decided to respond in kind. He liked it a lot. It was exciting that Catherine's mom was attracted to him. And he planned to do something about it. Gavin began feeding Abigail's interest with some simple physical contact. He would give Abigail a brief hug, when he came over or left. He would give her a kiss on the cheek or caress her arm, when they talked. He would do it in front of her daughters, so it became a natural thing. Abigail responded in kind. She gave him a mother's hug. A kiss on the cheek for her daughter's boyfriend. A soft breast pushed against his arm when she wanted to show him something. A soft hand caressing his hair. Abigail was ambivalent towards Gavin. On one hand she couldn't forget the almost animalistic coupling he had had with her daughters. He had been a dominating stallion taking care of his herd. She was appalled by the display of pure lust but still weirdly pulled in by it. On the other hand she was attracted to Gavin's clever wit and goodhearted nature. During the last couple of weeks he had made her more aware of this side of him, whenever they had a conversation. He was so mature and had an educated opinion on a lot of subjects. So subconsciously Abigail was starting to seek him out when he was in their home. She hadn't realized that at first he had been the one to initiate physical contact, but now it was her. And she held the hugs seconds longer than accepted. A kiss that she'd meant for his cheek instead brushed his lips. After some weeks both Abigail and Gavin realized that the normal day to day contact was now something more. For Abigail a desire was slowly awakened. Gavin morphed in her eyes from just another boy into a sexy powerful young man. Abigail knew she was in trouble when Gavin started to appear in her dreams. She would wake up with hard nipples and a very moist vagina. Never ever had she experienced something like this, but now it was a common occurrence. \--- Abigail always felt petite when she was with Gavin. He towered over her 5'1'', so she decided to wear 5 inch heels. It made up for some of the difference in height, but his powerful frame was something that excited her. Frequently she would stand by the kitchen counter reading a paper or something on her iPad, when Gavin and her daughters were chatting along in the same room. One time Abigail shot Gavin a coquettish smile and said, "Gavin, did you know they are writing a story about your upcoming game in the paper." Gavin chuckled, "They are always getting excited when we do well." Abigail turned and continued reading the story. Gavin got up and wandered over to the counter and stood behind her. Tiffany and Catherine continued talking about a shopping trip they were planning. Abigail leaned her elbows on the counter, resting her chin against her closed fists. Her huge diamond engagement ring dug into the soft underside of her chin. She said, "I can see they praise you a lot." Gavin moved closer to her to get a better view of the paper. Abigail hadn't realized Gavin had gotten up and she trembled as the heat of his forearm pressed against her bare shoulder. She shuffled her soft thighs against each other and felt a tingle in her body. "I know but I don't pay much attention to the papers. I just play for fun and a scholarship," Gavin responded in a low voice. "I hope you'll succeed," Abigail murmured as her trim hips swayed slightly and the hem of her skirt tickled her lithe thighs as it lightly brushed across the warm flesh. Gavin's gaze fell to the loose skirt covering her tight bottom but he quickly averted his eyes. He was careful to keep a few inches between his groin and his girlfriend's mother's sexy butt. He wasn't sure she would welcome it, so he said, "I've already gotten several offers." "That's just great, Gavin," Abigail said softly. Twisting her torso slightly, she turned her head to look over her shoulder and up into Gavin's eyes. He smiled down at her and when she turned back to the paper and settled back on her elbows, he moved closer. The sudden contact between Gavin's groin and Abigail's tight butt cheeks sent a tremble through her body and blood coursing into Gavin's cock. Abigail felt his movement behind her and her eyes widened as she felt Gavin's penis through their clothes. Almost as a reflex she gently pushed her hips backward until her ass cheeks again pushed into her daughter's boyfriend. She wiggled briefly and nearly groaned aloud as the thick shaft nestled between her upturned cheeks. Gavin loved the feeling and moved even closer to Abigail. Slowly Abigail pushed herself upright, her open palms against the counter top. The rotating of her hips as she leaned back against Gavin sent his cock sliding against the small of her back. As she swung her head around to look him in the eye, her long platinum blond hair swished across his face and he leaned away, but kept his crotch up against the married woman's back. "I know, it's great with all the offers. So I feel real good right now," Gavin boldly declared with a lecherous grin. Abigail was nervous. Her body trembled and she knew they had just crossed an invisible boundary line. She didn't know what the matter with her was. She was a married woman for God's sake and now she was flirting with her daughter's boyfriend. But damn, he felt huge against her and her vagina started to moisten. Trying to play it cool, she leaned down over the counter again, resting her chin in the open palm of her hand. "So tell me, Gavin. Have you decided which college you want to attend?" "Not yet. I still have time. I think I have to explore all my options," Gavin said with a chuckle as he gently pushed his semi hard shaft against Abigail's ass. Almost as an instinct Abigail gently responded and ground her tight bottom against Gavin's groin. "I think I can get in, wherever I want," Gavin stated with boldness. The double innuendo wasn't lost on Abigail as she felt his cock push against her ass cheeks. Trying to gain the upper hand she said "You're really sure of yourself." Behind her Gavin grinned. He just loved flirting with his girlfriend's mother. He lifted his hand and began stroking her hair as he said, "I think fate is like riding a wild bronco. It wants to throw you off, but you just have to grab hold of the reins and ride for all it's worth. You have to show you're the master and that it must do as you command." Gavin gently pulled at Abigail's long hair as if he was pulling on a horse's reins and pushed his thick shaft hard against her ass. Abigail moaned and began to imagine being ridden by the young stallion behind her. Her body trembled and she was very aroused. She didn't know how to respond so she just closed her eyes and felt Gavin's body close to hers. Gavin chuckled at her reaction and moved his arms around her slender waist. He made sure his swelling cock rested between the outer split of her very shapely buttocks. For a moment he was grinding his semi hard cock into her firm butt. In the process, his cock got harder and harder until he was as rigid as a piece of pipe. Abigail didn't know what to do. Her daughters were in close proximity of them, and yet she kept pretending to read the paper. It was as if the flirting with Gavin during the past weeks had made Abigail aware of the fact that she was a sexual creature. Her husband, Clement, had long ago limited his sexual activity to the missionary position once a month or less. He was obsessed with making money and thought of nothing else but his business. In fact he had limited their sexual interactions even more during the last year. Abigail hadn't really thought about it, she was content with her life, her friends and her daughters. But after she had witnessed Gavin and her daughters, she had become more and more frustrated with her love life. Still she was shocked; she let her daughter's boyfriend grind his huge cock against her tight ass. Pretending to read the paper over Abigail's shoulder Gavin leaned forward. He made sure his hard cock was still pressed against her firm ass. Abigail gasped at the blatant contact, her mind recording his size and the rigidity of his member. The feeling of the rigid cock between her tight spheres made her body tremble. At first she was concerned that her daughters would be aware of what was transpiring between their mother and Gavin. But they still seemed engrossed in their conversation. Another and even more real concern was her panties, which had become wet when her juices started to trickle out of her vagina. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on. In all the years of their marriage her husband had never been able to arouse her to these heights, and now her daughter's boyfriend had sparked a sexual response. She felt weak in her knees. Throwing caution to the winds Gavin began to move his hips slightly. His cock rode up and down Abigail's firm buttocks. Gavin took a calculated risk as he moved his hard shaft in a fucking motion between her cheeks. Gavin's action made Abigail respond. Without thinking she pressed back against his throbbing rod. She turned her head to look toward her daughters, checking to make sure they were not being observed. Her mouth went dry, but her pussy began to flood. "God," she thought, "I'm like a horny teenager, infatuated with a handsome, powerful jock." Gavin moved his hands to Abigail's hips and continued a gentle fucking motion. He heard Abigail moan and after some time he let his hands slide around her thin waist until they met under her luscious breasts. He could feel the weight of them resting on his wrists. He pushed forward a little more, burying himself even deeper between her tight spheres. Abigail was really aroused by Gavin's actions, but tried to get a hold of herself as she said in a low vibrating voice, "No, Gavin. Please stop...don't do this. I'm married and your girlfriend's mother." Gavin looked down over Abigail's shoulder and noticed her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin fabric of her top making small dents in it. He whispered in Abigail's ear, "I don't care. I can feel you want this. Your body wants this, so just accept it." Abigail had never been in a situation like this before. Of course a lot of her husband's friends had flirted with her, but they had always backed off when she told them to. Gavin didn't behave like them. He was a dominating person, who went after his prey. And she had to admit, she wanted so much to be caught. Her body sought out the release she knew Gavin could provide. She felt her pussy flood and her nipples get even harder. "God, he is so big," she thought as she pressed herself against Gavin's hard body. Gavin knew he had Abigail where he wanted her. The fact that she was married, that she was another man's wife, his enemy's wife, somehow added an exceptional excitement that was unlike the desire he felt for her daughters. He realized he wanted her in part because she was married to his enemy. Bold Gavin let his hands slide up her body and then he had both hands full of Abigail's 34D breasts. Her hard nipples pressed into his palms and the thin material offered no protection for her. Gavin loved the feeling and weight of her firm meaty orbs. If her daughters would develop in this way, they would truly be blessed. He started kneading Abigail's tits as he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "If we were alone, I would have my way with you right here, right now." Abigail gasped at Gavin's audacious statement. She felt him kiss her ear as he pulled on her nipples. Before she could tell him no, her body responded to Gavin's manipulations. While her body was accepting it, Abigail's mind was screaming "No, no. This cannot happen." Her nipples were hard, pushing her thin silk top into little tents over her full round breasts. Her vagina was getting more and more wet and she could fell it tingling. Gavin moved his right hand down and up under Abigail's skirt. Seconds later he found her wet panties and then he was inside them, rubbing Abigail's engorged clit. Gavin felt a little landing strip, then for the first time, he slid his fingers around and delicately into Abigail's little love nest. Abigail was frozen as her daughter's boyfriend was caressing her vagina. She could not move. But as she felt the sensuous touch of Gavin's hand on the most intimate parts of her femininity, her knees buckled. She fought to remain standing as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his tongue in her ear, a hard cock making a fucking motion on her ass, a hand stimulating the pointed tips of her breasts and another hand rubbing her clit and fingering her. Abigail moaned, expressing both her need and her struggle to accept it. "Give in Mrs. Douglas," Gavin encouraged her with his words and his body. "Release yourself." Abigail bit her lips, as Gavin continued to whisper to her. She closed her eyes tightly and focused every fiber of her being on his fingers in her hot pussy. Still she battled the thought of being unfaithful for the first time in her married life. Then she just gave in as the first spasms of her orgasm practically ripped her apart. She bucked against Gavin's hand, grabbing the kitchen counter as the impact of her climax overtook her. Her nipples were hard as steel, and Gavin began pinching them. It amplified the sensations in her core and she came and came. Gavin loved the fact that he had made Abigail cum. He could feel her body tremble as the orgasm ripped through her body. After a minute he removed his hands from her body, and licked his fingers, tasting her juices. He backed away and waited for her reaction. Abigail felt weak as she came down from her orgasm. She realized that the line had been crossed and she had become an adulterer. Her mind was racing wildly now. Things had definitely gone way too far, but she also had to accept it. It was the best climax she had ever experienced. She tried to fight the thought as she turned and looked up at Gavin. He grinned down at her and she started to blush. Without saying a word, she quickly walked out of the kitchen and up to her bedroom. \--- "Did mom say what she had to do?" Catherine asked Gavin when the sisters had finished their conversation and Tiffany had run off to meet some friends. "No, but I think she intended to take a bath," Gavin said and walked over to Catherine, pulled her up and gave her a wet kiss. "Wow Gavin. What's gotten into you?" Catherine screamed as Gavin picked her up in his arms and carried her to her room. "I'm just so horny right now; I have to have you right now." "We can't. Remember my mother is home." "Relax babe. She knows we have an adult relationship. And I need you now." Gavin quickly stripped Catherine and himself and seconds later he was hammering into her tight pussy seeking release. Catherine was surprised, but her body responded and soon she was screaming as she climaxed again and again. Ten minutes later Gavin came with a roar as he sprayed his girlfriend with his cum. \--- In her bedroom, Abigail was lying in her marital bed. She had been crying and was beside herself at what had taken place in the kitchen. She could still feel the hardening throb against her buttocks. Closing her eyes, she could still feel Gavin's body pressed up against her, his right hand caressing her vagina while his left hand stimulated her nipples. Trying to calm herself, Abigail took a deep breath, shivering as she recalled the pleasure that had shot through her body as Gavin licked at her ear. She chastised herself for such wicked thoughts, never having thought of ever being with anyone but her husband Clement. But she just could not shake the wicked thought of what it'd feel like having Gavin's tanned muscular body upon her naked body. Then she heard the scream of pleasure from Catherine's bedroom and she started to finger her wet vagina. When she heard Gavin's roar from Catherine's room, another orgasm ripped through her body.

1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 04

**VI -- Inside Changes, Outside Changes** "My sister is going to be so jealous," he said, looking outside the passenger window. Turning to the driver, he told her, "My sister is crazy about you, you know. She thinks you're just about the prettiest thing since God made the sunset." Kaylee blushed, "Well, maybe after we get you caught up to the present day and time, I'll take her shopping. She seems like a really sweet girl." "I don't think you have any idea how much she'd love that. Hey, why don't you stop at this K-Mart up ahead? We can get my stuff in there." She intentionally accelerated the gas pedal, blasting past the entrance. "And, there it goes..." he said sarcastically with just a hint of his dry humor, looking over his shoulder through the window. "K-Mart? Eww. No. K-Mart is America's lint trap. That's where you go if you want a stick of beef jerky and a three-pack of wifebeaters. And a case of 40's, if you're not in a dry county. What did I say about trusting me?" "I know, I know," he said. He paused for a moment before asking, "40's?" Kaylee laughed, "Code for beer. As in ounces. This is going to be harder than I thought, Luke Patton." Luke seemed unphased by her response, unconcerned whether she was joking or serious. "Ok, so lucky for you, we're in California. You can't throw a rock around here without it landing in some outlet mall parking lot. Our state nickname is The Outlet Mall State, I'm pretty sure." Luke smiled, "Outlet Mall State? That reminds me. We need to do more practice for your U.S. Geography test next week." She glared at him, although unable to hide the twinkle in her eye, "I was being sarcastic; shut up." \--- After two outlet malls, one hair salon, three athletic stores, six clothing stores, and three hundred dollars later (Kaylee insisted putting most of it on mommy and daddy's personal credit card, making Luke pay for less than forty bucks of merchandise despite him fighting her tooth and nail), Luke was a changed man. At least on the outside. To say Kaylee was greatly satisfied on the drive back to Luke's house was an understatement. Wearing a smile from ear to ear, she couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun, even if Luke did sound a little too whiny about his dramatically shorter and professionally styled hair. She kept most of her focus on the road, but occasionally stole a few glances in his direction. Kaylee couldn't believe how much hotter he looked without the ragged mop of hair on his head. Luke. Hot. Those two words didn't belong together much less fit in the same sentence. He was still a nerd, of course, even though she would never tell him that. Besides, he knew. And didn't care. Kaylee would have chuckled to herself if Luke wasn't sitting next to her, but she held it back. She had to admit his self-confidence was impressive. A sudden buzz cut out the sound of the radio as an incoming phone number flashed across her Beamer's console. "Oh shit," she exclaimed, recognizing the phone number displayed. "What is it," Luke asked. "It's Bradley. We were supposed to go to dinner tonight. I totally lost track of time. He's going to be pissed." "You can just drop me off here; I'll call a cab. That'll save you a bunch of time since you'd have to drive all the way across town to drop me off," Luke offered. "No; that's sweet, but no," she said, reluctantly pulling her phone out of her purse. Kaylee took a quick glance at her phone, disengaging the Bluetooth function. Luke's eyes grew wide as the car drifted towards the shoulder. "Um, Kaylee...," Luke said nervously. Kaylee swung back towards the middle of her lane and pulled the phone up to her ear. "Hey sweetie," she started. Bradley was already barking at the other end of the phone; Luke flinched, clearly able to hear him but keeping it to himself. "I'm sorry; I'm running a little behind. Give me about an hour." Bradley wasn't having it. He asked her point blank what she was doing, and who she was with. Nervously, she looked over at Luke. *Oh no, what do I say,* she thought. She shook her head and started to say, "I'm not with..." Looking at Luke out of the corner of her eyes, she knew she couldn't lie again. Not to Luke, and not even to Bradley. She bit her lip and went for it, "I'm with Luke. I took him shopping since he's..." Bradley cut her off; Luke might not have been able to make out any words, but he definitely could hear the yelling through the phone, Kaylee was sure. "Look Bradley, I...." "No, I'm not going to apologize! I owed him for..." "Will you shut up and listen! I..." "Look, I'll be there in an hour, unless you don't want to do anything tonight." "*Fine*. Goodbye." She dropped her phone back in her purse, disenchanted with everything that had just happened. Luke didn't say a word; he pretended to look out the window the entire time. As embarrassed as she was, Kaylee was at least grateful Luke had enough tact to pretend he couldn't hear their tense conversation. She knew he had every right to, after the way she and Bradley treated him over the years. The ride was quiet until she dropped him off. Kaylee finally spoke, "So let's study on Monday after my cheerleading practice. Will you be ready to hit the gym on Tuesday?" Luke reluctantly nodded, "Do I have a choice?" Kaylee smiled for the first time since her unpleasant conversation with Bradley, "Remember I'm doing you a favor. You teach me math and chemistry, and I teach you fitness and fashion. You'll thank me." He grinned, but shook his head, "Alright. Have fun tonight, Kaylee. See you on Monday." \--- Kaylee admitted to herself that she wasn't really sure why she made the counteroffer in the first place. Luke was enough of a sweetheart to tutor her without expecting anything in return. Of course, Kaylee was genuinely concerned for Luke's safety; Bradley could've turned him into paste if he wanted to. And Luke, who was too smart for his own good, didn't know when it was time to back down. *For a smart kid, you're a fool, Luke,* she thought to herself. So shouldn't she have told him to take a few martial arts classes instead? Why was she willing to go out of her way and take him under her wing? Simple gratitude? Was she finally trying to do something nice for once in her life, and Luke just happened to be the duckling to scoop up under her wing? That was the question she couldn't figure out. "Straighten your back, don't throw the weights up! You want to *lift* them up, slowly. Curl them. Keep your elbows tucked in." Kaylee swore she would do her best to motivate him in her personal gym -- it was actually her father's gym that he built in the basement, but despite the money he poured into it, he hadn't been in it in years. A power rack and a bench press sat in the corner of the room. A wide dumbbell rack and barbells with plates of all sizes took up the far corner of the room while medicine balls of all colors, a few stability balls and even a couple of yellow jump ropes were scattered across the floor. Linkin Park played in the background as she coached Luke. Luke couldn't even acknowledge her; the only noise he was making was a series of grunts. "That's it, there's six. Give me two more; the last couple of reps are always supposed to be the hardest. You're doing good." Luke strained as hard as he could to curl the dumbbells; his whole body was shaking. Curling them up at a snail's pace, he somehow managed to finish the rep, and lowered them quickly. "Seven, one more to go," Kaylee said. "Remember, training begins when you feel like you can't do anymore. Keep good form, and let's make this last one count." Luke looked at her in desperation, shaking his head no, holding the weights at his side. "Come on, cowboy, you can do it! One more rep, for me?" Kaylee batted her eyes. She spotted a flicker in his eyes that told her she was winning. Luke responded. His grunts practically turned into screams as he tightened up his entire body and lifted the dumbbells up one last time. He lowered them slowly and dropped them to the floor with one quick motion, immediately falling to his knees. "You did it! Yay," Kaylee exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Day one is finished! Well, after we finish our cool down. The hard part is over, at least. You did great!" Luke lay down on the floor, exhausted. He panted, "Day one?" He took another deep breath and said, "I've never heard myself make that noise," he said with astonishment. "I sounded like Fran Dresher pushing out a baby." "Who?" "Late night reruns on television. Don't ask." Kaylee giggled, "Well, anyway, you did great Luke. Next time, we'll meet up at the track after school and work on your cardio." Slowly raising an eyebrow, he rolled over on his side and looked at her questioningly. "On the *school* track?" "I know what you're thinking," she said, almost disappointed at his surprise. "I don't care who sees us together out on the track, Luke. Like I said before, you're my friend, and I made a commitment to you just like you did with me." He nodded with a soft smile, "Sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. Force of habit for me, I guess." He tried to push himself off the floor, but he could barely push himself up. Instead, he rolled over on his side and tried to use his legs to assist. "What did you do to me, Kaylee? I can hardly feel my arms. They're like tiny, shriveled up tyrannosaurus-rex arms." "Here, let me help you up," she laughed. \--- "What did you do to Luke," Audrey whispered in amazement as Luke and Aaron passed through the halls on their way to class. "Hey Audrey, Kaylee," Luke said as he walked by. It sounded like he had a little more zeal when he said Kaylee's name, but she couldn't be quite sure. Aaron didn't say a word, looking at Luke, and then Audrey and Kaylee, and then his eyes to the ground. "Hey guys," Kaylee replied, while Audrey weakly said, "Hi." "Close your jaw, hun. All I did was get him a haircut and some new clothes," Kaylee responded with a nonchalant appearance on her face, although it took everything she had to contain her smug grin. "We even got him a subscription for contacts; no more glasses. He looks a lot better though, doesn't he?" "You mean 'prescription for contacts'?" "Yea, whatever. You're missing the point, Audrey." Audrey shook her head, "When you told me about your little plan to give Luke a makeover, I thought you'd be wasting your time. As if you could polish up a turd. But somehow you made him look borderline *hot*. Maybe you can't change his personality, but you did an awesome job with his looks. Maybe you have a future career in the beauty industry." With a confident smile, Kaylee shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "I never thought about that. Maybe. "You know, say what you want, but I owe him for all the time he spent tutoring me. It was the least I could do. Did you know this is like the first time *ever* that I'll be walking into a classroom without dreading midterms? Most other kids are cramming right now, but I'm ready for all my tests," Kaylee said confidently. "Well, mostly. Still, I told him I'd be happy if I could get my algebra up to a D and avoid failing, but he thinks I have a good chance to get a C or even higher. That would be amazing, wouldn't it?" Audrey smiled as they turned into the classroom, "Well, I wish you luck. I will say it's nice to see you've been a little more cheerful over the last few weeks." Kaylee gave another bright smile as the two girls took their seats, "I like that, too. All I know is I'm ready to ace this test! I've been feeling like I could walk on air, and I owe it all to Luke." Audrey winked, "I bet you do." She was thrown by Audrey's statement, "What do you mean?" Audrey rolled her eyes, "Look, you have to be careful around Luke. People are starting to talk." Kaylee indignantly said, "Well, people can go *screw* themselves. I don't care if they talk." A silence temporarily came over Audrey, but she felt compelled to speak, "Well, people includes your boyfriend. I'm telling you because I'm your friend, Kaylee. Just be careful. We both know Luke's not even close to being in your league, even with a nice haircut and stylish clothes. I just don't want either of you getting hurt. Least of all, you." Her agitation was showing, "I don't want to talk about it. Especially before midterms. Can you just change the subject?" "Alright, Kaylee. I just hope you were listening," Audrey said. But she knew Kaylee never listened; not to her or anyone else. \--- "Oh my goodness, Kaylee! You made my brother actually look normal," Faith exclaimed, walking into the living room where Kaylee and Luke sat, studying for her remaining midterms. Kaylee giggled while Luke rolled his eyes. Luke told his little sister, "Thanks, I think. I'm still getting used to putting my contacts in. I don't think mankind was made to touch his eyeballs yet here we are. By the way, don't you have any one else to pester?" Faith didn't acknowledge him, "Kaylee, you have such good taste! You have to teach me a few of your secrets." Kaylee loved every compliment that came her way. Especially from Faith; there was just something bubbly about her that had a way of making everyone around her smile. Kaylee returned Faith's smile and said, "I'd love to. Maybe after midterms are over I'll take you to the mall?" "I'd love that!" Faith scrunched her face, "I've never been good with hair," she said meekly, running her fingers insecurely through her curls. "Mom has tried to show me but its frustrating listening to her. She has no patience; I'm not really sure she knows what she's talking about anyway." Kaylee laughed, "Faith, your mother is gorgeous. You should listen to her if you can." Faith thought for a moment, digesting her words of wisdom. "Maybe you're right. But do you think you can show me a few styles or designs? I absolutely love your hair; I've always loved all of your hair styles." "You look fine, Faith," Luke said with an uninspiring tone, not taking his head up from his book. "You look better than fine," Kaylee added, lightly slapping Luke's knee with the back of her hand, "But a girl can never learn too much, especially when it comes to style. I'd be glad to show you what I know. We're almost done studying; how about in fifteen minutes or so?" "Sure," Faith said, trying not to overdo her cheerful reply. Bounding out of the room, Faith said, "Hi mom, hi dad," in passing. Kaylee quickly straightened up her posture and smoothed out her white miniskirt when she heard Luke's two parents come in the room. "Hey sweetie," Ryan told Faith as she left. "So, you must be Kaylee. It's nice to meet you," Ryan said, offering his hand. Kaylee stood up and shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you, sir," she said. *You have GOT to be kidding me. Luke's dad is a hottie?* Kaylee was practically in shock despite holding a pleasant, calm face on the outside. He was big, too; not tall, or Schwarzenegger-big, but incredibly ripped and toned, like he owned the beach. It was easy for her to tell even with his baggy short-sleeved Nike shirt and basketball shorts. And of course, his mother, Jessica, was equally hot. Maybe even more so in her tight spandex shorts and sports bra. However old she was, she looked a lot younger. Maybe like an older sister to Faith and Luke, yet she was far from. She was definitely an overprotective mother. *So where the frick does he get his nerd gene?* "Call me Ryan," he said with a smile on his face. Turning to Luke, he said, "Hey buddy, me and mom just finished up our workout. We're going to take a shower and get something to eat." "It's nice to see you again, Kaylee. How's the studying going," Jessica asked, analyzing Kaylee carefully, the way only a mom could of a friend of the opposite sex of her first born. It was discreet enough for Ryan and Luke to miss the signs, but Kaylee knew full well what her intentions were. "It's going great, actually," Kaylee said confidently. "He has me pretty much ready for midterms. Luke was nice enough to help me push myself harder; I have a really good chance of getting my... my bad grade in algebra up to a C if I get a really good grade on my test." Jessica was the last person she wanted to know about her failing grades. Ryan smiled, "Good for you, I hope your test goes well. Luke told me about your reverse tutoring idea. I'd like to thank you; I've been trying to get him to go to the basketball court and the gym with me for a while now. He's been getting straight A's since kindergarten, but he could use a few physical hobbies." He smirked as he said, "I can't figure out why he'd go with you and not with me, though." Kaylee giggled, Jessica rolled her eyes, and Luke put his head in his hands. "Smooth, dad. Do you mind if we finish up our homework?" He chuckled, "Ok, I can take a hint. Nice meeting you, Kaylee." Jessica took him by the arm, "Let's go, tiger, I'm getting hungry and we still have to shower." Kaylee blushed and looked away as she caught a wicked grin surfacing on Ryan's face while he stared at Jessica. Luke didn't seem to notice, or else he was immune and chose not to. "Sorry," Luke whispered, "They... do that. A lot." Kaylee smiled, "So it was a little awkward. It's nice to see your parents love each other so much." Her smile disappeared. "Not like my parents," she said, somewhat melancholy. It looked like Luke wanted to say something, but she quickly changed the subject and returned to her normal self, saying, "I think it's time to take Faith shopping. I need a study break" Luke flashed a soft smile, "You're a good friend, Kaylee. And it looks like not just to me, either." He didn't know it, but that comment would stick with her the rest of her day. **VII -- Light at the End of the Tunnel** "So how do you feel now that midterms are over," Aaron asked Luke, pointing the camera at him while the two of them sat on a bench in the schools courtyard. Luke shrugged, "Fine, I guess." "Fine? That's all you have to say for my documentary?" "Um... really fine?" Aaron sighed, unimpressed with his lackluster replies, "Dude, you're killing me. I know these tests aren't hard for you, but say *something* at least. Most people are ecstatic that midterms are over, like they can see the light at the end of the tunnel." "There's not much to say. I aced them all, so my 4.0 is still safe," he said casually. "Well, here's something, now that I think about it. Actually I did a lot less studying and preparation for midterms, probably the least amount of my life. I pretty much only had time to study for my college classes." Aaron sounded surprised, "That's not normal for you, Luke. Why?" "Probably because I've focused most of my time tutoring Kaylee. Probably more than all of the other students I've tutored combined. As a result, I stayed up later catching up on my own homework, but I didn't put in as many hours as I normally would." Aaron snickered childishly, "I bet you 'tutored' her. Way to go, Luke! How was she?" Luke rolled his eyes, "It's not like that. She wouldn't give me the time of day if I asked to kiss her high heels." He narrowed his eyes and looked down and to the side, engaging in deeper thought, "Don't get me wrong, though; she's a nice girl whenever she stops thinking about popularity and social circles. Lately she's reminded me more of that carefree first-grader I used to be friends with. She puts up a front so she can be one of the popular girls, but deep down you can tell she is kind and giving and compassionate. Kaylee's really a sweetheart." "Then why is she with that douchebag, Brad, over there? I'm sorry, I mean 'Bradley', the more feminine version of the name Brad," Aaron said, swinging his camera to the large senior on the other side of the courtyard with his arm draped around Kaylee. The camera swept back to Luke, capturing a great look of disappointment on his face, almost wincing as if in pain. He couldn't take his eyes off of Bradley and Kaylee; they looked so happy together. Aaron's question didn't seem to sink in. She seemed so happy; she was talking and laughing with Bradley, Audrey, Cindy, and Mick. She was so bubbly that it was obvious she was the happiest of the five, although Bradley was a close second. Mick and Audrey were smiling, talking to each other, but Cindy was in a bad mood and didn't try to hide it. "Well, I guess now that midterms are over, things are back to normal. No more tutoring, no more Kaylee. At least until finals come around, huh, Luke?" Luke shrugged, "It seems that way. At least my body will be less sore from now on without her Nazi-style boot camp. Well, it's great to see her so cheerful; she obviously didn't fail any of the classes she was worried about. I'm happy for her." A slight upward curve arose on his lips, breaking the crestfallen look on his face, despite his head hanging low. Aaron got quiet for a second and lowered his camera. "Dude, I hate being the one to tell you, but you know she's using you. Right?" Luke didn't respond. "I mean," Aaron continued, "she's not in our league, man. And there's nothing wrong with that. You're a good guy, man. Just don't get your hopes up about her. It'll never happen, and I'm telling you as a friend. A girl like that... she's not from our world." Luke gave him a delayed nod, "Maybe. You're probably right. I know at first she started out using me, and that's fine, but I just can't quite tell if she was or not at the end. She probably was, but only subconsciously at least. I mean, she definitely reciprocated, buying me clothes and taking me to the gym. The human mind can be a tricky thing. Did I tell you she apologized to me once?" Aaron was shocked, "Really? For what?" Luke smiled, "Long story." "Wow, passing her classes must have been more important to her than I thought. Her parents are supposedly loaded which explains buying you stuff, but who can explain her apology." He stood up off the bench and told Aaron, "I think I'll go home early today. My last class of the day only requires us to turn in our take-home test, and I already turned it in last week." "Alright, see ya bro," Aaron said, giving Luke an up-nod as his friend left the courtyard. Aaron unzipped his camera bag and carefully slid his camera in. He'd spent a lot of money on it so the last thing he wanted to do was damage it. It was one thing if his parents bought it, but he had to save up for months before he could afford to buy it. As he turned to leave, he almost bumped into Kaylee. "Hi Aaron. Where's Luke? I just saw him over here," Kaylee asked. Aaron was caught off guard. This was a first; never had Kaylee approached him before. About anything. He stuttered, "L-Luke? H-he just left, you just missed him." Kaylee looked heartbroken. "He said he was going home since he was done with his midterms. He already turned in his paper for his last class," Aaron shrugged his shoulders. A smile popped up on his face as a thought surfaced, "You know, that's funny. I think this might be the first class he's ever skipped. That's so unlike him." "That jerk," she whispered, crossing her arms, looking around the courtyard. When she made eye contact with Bradley, he took his sunglasses off, held his arms out and mouthed, "What the fuck." Kaylee held up a finger and mouthed back, "Just a second, be patient!" Aaron quickly interjected, "He'll be back after the Christmas break." She was on the verge of pouting but his obvious statement seemed to shorten her fuse. "Yea, I kind of figured that one out," she snapped. "Sorry," she apologized, "But I'm not waiting that long after he busted his ass to help me. Not by a long shot. Which way did he go?" Aaron seemed perplexed about her apology as well as the admission of Luke's sacrifice. He barely held his pointer finger up before Kaylee took off. "Thanks," she said over her shoulder as her pace quickened. \--- "Luke," she exclaimed, trying to get his attention as she ran across the parking lot. "Luke, turn around!" The figure in the distance at the end of the parking lot stopped and turned around. He shouted, "Kaylee? What are you doing?" She snapped, "Well, running after you. In flip-flops. Are you really going to make a girl in flip-flops chase after you, or are you going to come to me?" With a nervous, phony smile, Luke walked back towards Kaylee. She had already stopped running and held her hands on her hips defiantly. "Uh oh, what did I do," he whispered under his breath. He couldn't hold his fake smiling anymore, and she didn't look too happy. He quickened his pace towards her despite his reluctance. For a brief moment he had considered turning around and running. She asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, "What were you thinking? Hmmm?" His eyes widened, "Geeze, the one time I skip class, ever, and you're going to give me grief?" He sighed, scratching the back of his head, "I'm not very good at this skipping thing." Kaylee couldn't hold back a giggle as it escaped from her unhappy face, fighting to keep her lips from curving upwards into a smile, "No, you big jerk. For leaving before I could thank you!" Catching Luke off guard, Kaylee lurched forward and embraced him tightly, placing her head against his shoulders, "You were really going to leave before I could thank you?" Her words barely registered. Luke's grew weak in the knees as he felt her warm body pressing against his, catching the sweet natural scent of her body and feeling the fabric of her tight clothing against his skin. He had dared to put his arms around her, returning her embrace, although he moved slowly as it was completely against his instinct. "I can't believe the midterms are over, and Christmas vacation is here. These several weeks went by fast, Luke. I'm not going to say I enjoy studying, but you made it so much easier to understand." Kaylee kept her arms around him but leaned back so she could look at him, "You won't believe this, but I asked my teachers to take a look at my papers before I left and I told them I wouldn't take no for an answer. Can you believe I got a C+ in chemistry?" Luke smiled, "Yes, of course I can believe it." Without thinking, he held her in his arms again and said, "I'm so happy for you! You earned it, Kaylee. You're the one who put in the hard work." His body went stiff as a board, realizing what he just did. He didn't know it was possible to feel so comfortable and extremely uncomfortable all at the same time. Kaylee didn't seem to mind the second hug for some reason. Pulling away again, Kaylee smiled at Luke and said, "One last surprise for you. Well, kind of a surprise. I..., well, just close your eyes." Luke closed his eyes. Leaning in and whispering quietly, she said, "I got a B in algebra," and gave him a kiss on his cheek. She squealed, "a B! Can you believe it?" His legs almost buckled and his heart raced; he thought he was going to hyperventilate. His heart pounded so fast he was worried she would feel the vibrations and say something "See you after Christmas break," she said, waving her fingers at him. "Maybe when we get back and start the next semester, you can help me get ready for finals and I'll keep coaching you at the gym. Bye, Luke." \--- His legs were immobile; he couldn't have moved if he wanted to. All he could do was stare at Kaylee's ass as she sauntered away and try to adjust the swelling in his pants. Shaking his head, he tried to comprehend what had just happened. Nothing about what had just occurred made any sense. The only logical explanation was that he was dreaming. He swore to himself he'd never wash his face again. Or at least the cheek she kissed. He couldn't help but smile, thinking of all the hours he dedicated towards Kaylee's education and all of the late nights helping her study. It wasn't that he minded, but it wasn't as easy as he let her think it was. It cost him his own personal study time and left him with a minor case of sleep deprivation. But that kiss... it was the kiss of an angel. It made everything worth it. The sound of a rapidly approaching figure brought Luke back to reality. A solid shove sent him sprawling; Luke tumbled backwards and landed hard on the parking lot pavement, skinning up his arms and hands while protecting himself. "I'd like to say we're even, but that's just the beginning," Bradley said through gritted teeth. His fists were clenched, ready for action; he hovered over Luke like a prize fighter. "What's your problem," Luke wheezed out, slowly getting back up on his feet, trying to brush the gravel out of his arms and hands without causing additional pain. "Stay away from Kaylee, got it?" Bradley kicked his chest before Luke could stand, knocking him down again. "If I see you try to kiss her again, or touch her, or look at her cross-eyed, I'll kick your ass. Midterms are over, so stay away from her." Luke grunted; his chest really hurt, and he was worried his elbow might be injured after it slammed into the ground. "You think just because you gave her a few study lessons, she actually wants you?" "It's irrelevant what I want. I have no chance with her, I understand that. But I've seen the way you treat her. Don't act like you care about her," he groaned in pain, but with sheer defiance. "You take her for granted. If Kaylee were mine, I'd treat her like a princess. She'll never be, I know, but she deserves someone much better than you, Brad. All you're doing is stepping on a beautiful, precious flower that you refuse to nurture and allow to bloom. She's like a radiant, beautiful angel that for some reason came down from heaven to be here, but you don't see that." As Bradley started to snicker at Luke's speech, Luke leaped forward and dove low, going for Bradley's legs. It caught him off guard just enough for Luke to knock him over and on the ground. Bradley swung wildly as he went down, catching nothing but air. Luke tried to get out of the way, moving back as quickly as he could, but Bradley tripped him and pounced on top of him, punching him in the face twice. Luke shot his leg up as hard as he could, catching Bradley in the groin; Bradley fell over like a dead weight, holding his crotch and rolling on the ground uncontrollably. "Holy shit," Aaron exclaimed, running to Luke's side. Luke winced in severe pain but was already trying to crawl away. He blinked several times, unable to see from the sweat and blood in his eyes. Aaron helped him stumble to his feet; Luke held on tight, keeping his weight on his friend, trying to overcome the ringing in his ears. "Come on, man, let's get out of here," Aaron said, propping up Luke with one arm while holding his camera in his free hand, still unknowingly recording. \--- "I'm not sure who's more insane; you for wanting to go to the mall three days before Christmas, or me for agreeing to go with you. I can't believe you talked me into this, Kaylee," Audrey said. "Well, it's not like I haven't been here recently, looking for things to get my friends. On the contrary, this is probably my sixth or seventh trip since Thanksgiving. The problem is I never know what to get anyone, so I'm always coming down to the deadline," Kaylee explained. Audrey rolled her eyes, "All that means is you should have prepared a little better and bought your gifts when you were here before, yet you walked away empty handed." Kaylee gave her a condescending smile, "My dear Audrey, do you really think I came away from the mall empty handed? When's the last time I did that? Second grade, maybe?" "You're impossible, Kaylee." "Hey, I think that's Luke's little sister. She adores me," Kaylee whispered, nodding her head towards Faith and a couple of her friends a few clothing racks down. "At least that's what Luke told me. She's a real sweetheart. Let's go say hi." Kaylee walked over towards a shelf of silver necklaces, rings, and other jewelry near Faith. Two of her friends had already wandered off to look at the designer jeans while Faith remained behind, apparently deciding between two silver necklaces, one with a crescent moon and the other with a heart. "Hey Faith! Getting some last minute shopping done like us, I see," Kaylee asked. Faith looked up from the jewelry. "Kaylee," she exclaimed with a smile on her face. Her smile vanished as quickly as it surfaced. "It's good to see you," she said in a much less bubbly voice, changing her emotions like an on/off switch. Kaylee thought it was strange, but she shrugged it off; maybe Faith was just having an off day. "This is my friend Audrey. Audrey, this is Luke's little sister I was telling you about. She's a freshman." "Nice to meet you, Faith," Audrey said politely. "You, too," Faith said, shaking Audrey's hand. "Shopping for your mom," Kaylee asked inquisitively. "Yea, sure," Faith quietly responded. Nervously, Faith waived her arm and said, "Well, it was good seeing you," and turned back to the jewelry, awkwardly but deliberately away from Kaylee. Audrey gave Kaylee a perplexed look; Kaylee shrugged back, just as confused. Kaylee knew Audrey was expecting a lively, bubbly Faith Joy Patton, but that certainly wasn't the picture Faith presented. If anything, it was a polar opposite of what they were both expecting. Kaylee was genuinely concerned; she communicated nonverbally with Audrey, suggesting she fade into the background. As strange as things had just become, Audrey was glad to do so. "Faith, sweetie, is everything ok?" Kaylee was genuinely concerned. A frown surfaced on Faith's face; it looked like, up until now, she had tried her hardest to hide her dissatisfaction about something. She opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind and immediately clamped back up. "Faith, what's going on? You're scaring me. Is this about Luke? Please tell me he's ok," she asked instinctively. Faith bit down on her lip, still looking at the jewelry. By this time, Kaylee could tell she was deliberately avoiding her gaze. "I don't know," Faith spit out bitterly, "Why don't you ask your boyfriend?" Faith was visibly upset. Her harsh words reflected a combination of sadness and anger; her eyes were damp, but she was severely agitated and trying hard not to lash out any more than she already had. Kaylee flinched, "Bradley? I-I don't understand. What are you talking about?" A look of confusion came over Faith as she realized Kaylee truly didn't seem to understand what she meant by that. Looking up at Kaylee, she sniffed and asked her, "You mean he didn't tell you?" "Tell me what?" "Kaylee, he beat up Luke! He has a black eye, bruised ribs, and his arms are all scraped up. He even hurt his elbow." Kaylee gasped, putting her hand to her mouth, "Is...is he ok?" Faith sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been rude. I should have known Bradley didn't tell you. I guess I'm just a little protective of my big brother." "Wait, I know Bradley doesn't think too much of Luke and they had a pretty heated argument a few weeks ago, but he wouldn't just beat up Luke. He talks a big game, but he's never even been in a fight." Faith shook her head, "Everyone knows he has it in for Luke, all the way down to our entire freshman class. Luke didn't tell me who did it, but after grilling him about what happened it was pretty easy to figure out." Kaylee was a little relieved when Faith admitted she didn't know for sure who hurt Luke. Bradley was gruff, but there was no way he would've done that. Threatening Luke was one thing, but actually assaulting him? Still, that didn't change the fact that someone went out of their way to hurt Luke, and pretty severely from the sounds of it. She tried not to be condescending to Faith, especially since it was her brother. Who wouldn't be emotional over a sibling in pain? "Faith, I have a hard time believing that. Bradley... he's talks a lot, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. I know him. I've been dating him for almost two years." She didn't want to have to defend Bradley when she was still so worried about Luke. "Faith, I'm so terribly sorry, how is Luke? Is...I mean, is he ok? Please tell me he's not in the hospital at least." "He's ok; he's at home now. He's mostly been trying to rest up. Mom has been spoiling him like a big baby, of course," Faith said with an annoyed grin, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Kaylee pulled her phone out of her purse. "I need to call him..." Faith interrupted her, "Kaylee, he... he doesn't want to talk to you." She froze. "Yea, um," Faith said bashfully, "That's another reason why I'm pretty sure it was Bradley."

Francis Meets a Black Stud Ch. 02

The first story was easy and this one went by pretty well. If you have any thoughts or suggestions for where Francis should go in installment #3 email me. I will respond to your email and sometimes I will send out previews of what I am working on if you treat me right. Thanks. As I was walking to get the key to my camper I wanted to cum so badly and really needed to jack off, but my new found lover had told me not to cum, and I was afraid that if I even touched my dick, I would lose my load. I did delicately rub my dick and balls with the tips of my nails though. I was so wet with my cum running down my dick and balls that I couldn’t believe it. Since my new lover did not say anything about the cum leaking out of my dick, I carefully wiped my dick and balls with my nails and then licked my cum off of my fingers. I lit the other joint and kept on walking and thinking. I finally made it my key and back to my camper. I had calmed down somewhat and began thinking about what I had just done with some fear and regret. However, since I was still so sexually excited and had not cum in over a week, the desire to have this black stud make me cum won out over any reservations that I had. At this point, I just wanted to suck his black cock and see if I could cum with him fucking me in the ass. I checked my phone to find he had already sent the photos and video. I took a hit off my bowl and uploaded them to my computer and checked myself out in the photos and played the video. I did not realize it at the time, but I had gotten quite vocal while he was cumming on my face an in my mouth. I opened a folder of interracial videos on my computer and hit play and turned up the volume where I could here it good in the bathroom. I removed my clothes and then washed the dried cum and make up off of my face, dried and brushed out my hair. I put it up it 2 pony tails at the top and back of my head, if he would be taking more pictures, I did not want my hair blocking the camera from see his beautiful black cock moving in and out of my mouth. I then unlocked the leather binding from around my balls to let them breath a little and removed the dog collar from around my neck, so I could fix my makeup. I put on a pair of pink stockings and garter and then sat down to put on my make up. I really liked the way the garter framed my hard dick. I was fixed up in about twenty minutes but still needed to finish dressing. I put on a matching merry widow top and no panties. I applied pink lip stick and reapplied my makeup. I put on a pink dog collar that had “cocksucker” written on it. I added a short pink skirt and pink heels. I put my camera and video camera in my purse along with tiny tripods, another joint, the black dildo off my make up table and some condoms. I walked out my door and left it unlocked this time. I could not believe how late it was, it was getting light out and soon the sun would be up, I was dressed up like a slut going to suck some big black cock and for the second time in my life I was in drag in a public place where people could possibly see me. I of course thought about how the sun would be up by the time I returned to my camper and for just a second I wanted to turn around and run back to my camper. I was not sure how I would deal with walking back, especially after I had cum. Instead of turning around, I walked across the campground to his trailer and quietly crept in. All the lights were on and it was quite bright. He was asleep in a chair with a thin blanket over him. I noticed that a professional looking video camera was on a tripod and pointed at his lap. I put down my bag and walked over to him, I heard the camera come on and kneeled down and pulled back the covers to find my prize, only this time it was completely soft. I took his black cock in my hand and marveled at how soft and black it was especially when contrasted against my pale skin. I began to gently caress it; I felt it begin to get hard in my hands and could not wait another moment. I kept looking at the camera put the head of his black cock to my lips and slowly lowered my mouth while pushing his semi-soft cock into my mouth. After I slobbered on it and got it wet, it was real easy to slide his black cock in and out of my little white mouth and it kept getting harder the whole time. He was finally completely hard and I heard him moan something and then felt his hand stroking the back of my head. He said, “Good girl, you just keep on sucking Daddies big black cock.” After a few minutes, he told me to stop, I was disappointed and pouted for a minute, and then he asked if I brought my camera. I rummaged through my bag and produced my still and video camera. He asked me what else I had in there, so I dumped it all out on his little coffee table. We lit the joint and smoked it and then he told me to put everything back in the bag, slipped on his boxers, grabbed a towel and said follow me. It was pretty bright out now and anyone driving in the campground could see me easily. I followed my first black lover back to the ladies bath house. While walking, I asked about his video camera. He responded that he was a part of a group of black men that humiliated and trained white women to appreciate serving black cocks and that they filmed these women and put them on their website and charged for membership. He also told me that they didn’t have any films with a sissy white submissive transvestite yet, but that he thought that I had a lot of potential to be a part of their project. I did not know exactly what he meant, but my dick throbbed when he said this and I was already leaking cum again. This also scared me a little as I did not really want anyone else to have a record of me dressing up. But I was intoxicated by the lack of sex for the last week and how badly I needed to cum and figured that it was too late to turn back and that I only wanted be on my knees with his pink lips wrapped around his big black cock and besides I rationalized that since I was wearing make up and women’s lingerie, no one I knew would recognize me even if they did see. Once inside he placed the towel on the floor again, and set up mine and his video camera. He set the black dildo on the counter and told me to stand in front of the camera. He pressed start and then began to interview me. He asked for: My name, I responded, “Francis”. Where I was from, I responded, “Georgia”. When was the first time I dressed up, I responded, “a couple of years ago”. Have you ever sucked cock, I responded, “YES”. When was the first time, I responded, “earlier tonight”. Was it a white cock? I responded, “No, it was black”. Did you like it, I responded, “NO, I loved it, it was delicious!” Did you swallow, I responded YES! My eyes were mostly closed in passion, but I kept seeing flashes and assumed he was using my still camera. “Then show me what you can do with that dildo,” he said. I picked up the black dildo started licking it and pushing into my mouth. He continued, “Have you ever been fucked?” I responded, “Not with a real cock, only dildos and butt plugs”. “Do you cum when you fuck dildos?” I responded “Yes I do.” “Do you want to be fucked by a real cock?” He asked. I responded, “YES!” Then get over here on your knees and make me hard. I set the dildo beside the sink and the second time in the last few hours began making love to this beautiful black cock with my mouth. I began by licking his big black balls while holding his black cock on the top of my face. I kept looking at the camera while doing this. I sucked each of his nectar filled black balls into my mouth and then began to licking up the underside of his black cock until I got to the head and slowly slid it into my mouth as far as I could. My nose was almost touching him and I was pushing him into my mouth hard and stretching my lips forward to try and get every bit of it into my mouth, but I didn’t gag and that made me pretty proud. I continued suckling and jacking his cock in my mouth with one hand and stroking his balls with my nails of the other hand as he told me what a dirty little sissy slut I was. He then asked, “Are you ready to be fucked?” “YES!” I hissed. “First get yourself ready for me by sliding that black rubber cock up your ass and fucking it first.” I squirted some lube onto the black rubber cock and put the base of it against the counter in front of the sink and backed into it moving slowly back and forth on it and inching in into my ass. He then walked over and leaned me forward and put his cock in my mouth. It was about then that I realized that I was fucking my own black dildo in the women’s bathhouse while I was sucking the big black cock of a man who I do not even know his name. I was in heaven, I had never even dreamed that I would do something like this, when he commanded, “That’s really nice bitch, but whatever you do, you had better not cum without permission. If you do, you will regret it” I did not know what he meant by that, but I replied, “Yes sir.” “Stop talking slut and suck my cock.” I did too! I was rocking back and forth on my black dildo, all the while my semen seemed to be boiling in my balls. I could stand it no more, “Please sir, may I cum?” He took his cock from me and said “No slut, not yet. I haven’t fucked you yet. Pull that rubber cock out of your ass and turn around.” I was so near to cumming that I was afraid that if I pulled the dildo out of my ass that I would cum right there. This caused me fear in 2 very sexual ways. The first was that I wanted to feel him inside of me before I got off, because I was afraid that if I came first that I would feel too guilty and be too humiliated and embarrassed to continue and I did not know how he or I would respond to that. The second was that he had commanded me not to cum without permission and he had not given me permission. He saw me struggling to get my big black dildo out of my ass without cumming and asked what was taking me so long. I told him and he grabbed and twisted my nipple very hard as he slapped my ass and shouted, “hurry up you sissy bitch!” This sudden pain distracted me from cumming as I snatched the dildo out of my ass, but the pain also made me moan, which really surprised me, but I did like it. “Damn, so you like a little pain, huh bitch?” The pain from my nipple temporarily distracted me from cumming. I pulled the dildo out of my ass it took my breath away and. I whispered, “Yes.” He told to turn around and lean over the sick and to look into the mirror. He then adjusted the cameras and walked p behind me. He squirted lube on his big black cock and pressed the head up against my asshole. He then squirted some of the lube at the top of the crack of my white ass and let it slide down. I tried to look back and see what he was doing, but he scolded me and said, “What you looking at slut? You don’t need to be looking at anything except what you can see in that mirror!” He then began slowly pushing his big black cock into my tight white ass. I gasped, “Please be gentle.” He said “shut up sissy!” He then pressed in a little farther and I clenched my teeth and contorted my fingers while I held myself up over the counter. It hurt really nice and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. He then shouted, “Open your eyes bitch and look at yourself in the mirror!” I just stared into my own eyes as he slowly slipped his big black cock into my white ass and soon I felt his him all the way in and his hips were pressed against my ass. I just kind of curled up some on the counter around the sink and groaned. He then started pulling his cock out of me a little bit and then shoved back in quickly. I just grunted and he demanded that I keep looking at myself in the mirror. He added a little more lube and then stated pumping in and out of my ass slowly at first and then my Daddy picked up the speed a little. My mouth was hanging open and I was whimpering as I looked at myself in the mirror. I leaned on my left elbow and reached back to try and stroke my dick. My Daddy stopped fucking with only a little of his black cock in me and slapped my white ass really hard and said, “Don’t you dare touch that sissy! If you can’t get cum from being fucked, then you won’t cum at all.” I just groaned, “Ok, ok just fuck me.” He said “What? I didn’t understand what you said.” I responded, “Please fuck me.” He said, “I can’t hear you and straighten up and look into your eyes in the mirror and tell me what you want.” Time just seemed to stop as I looked into the mirror. My eyes were glazed over with the sexual intensity of the situation. My senses seemed to be heightened and I noticed little things like how my hair looked and that one of my straps was down and especially what a beautiful girl I was. I then looked lower at my hard dick in the mirror and thought about how nice it would be to have it my mouth. My eyes then moved to my pale hips and the black hands that were holding them in place. I then looked into my eyes and pleaded, “Please daddy, please slide your big black dick all the way up my ass and fuck me hard. Please daddy, I need to come so bad.” This must have been the right answer as he then slapped my ass again and then started fucking me hard. Daddy kept this up for a few minutes and then I started feeling the he cum in my balls begin to boil, I asked, “Daddy, I am getting close may I please cum.” “No bitch, not yet. You just keep looking in the mirror!” He commanded. I kept getting closer and closer, so I started to pull my hair to keep from cumming. I pleaded, “Daddy, please let me cum, I am going crazy!” He responded, “Just another minute and I’ll be ready too.” He had just told me he was going to cum really soon, but I didn’t think I could wait. He slapped my ass again and told to look into the mirror. I was beginning to shake involuntarily and began making little noises that I had never made before. Daddy slapped my ass again and said, “You ready bitch?” I whimpered, “Yes Daddy. I am ready to cum while you fuck my white ass with your big black cock.” Daddy commanded, “Look into your eyes in the mirror then!” I did and was about to cum when he thrust hard all the way up into my ass and he started cumming inside of me. Once again, time seemed to stop. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and as he squirted his seed deep into my ass and I looked into the eyes of this beautiful slut in the mirror, I began to cum and was completely out of control. I kept looking into the mirror shouting, “Fuck me, fuck me Daddy! Fuck with Daddies big black cock! Cum in me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!” He just held my white hips with those big black hands and just shook my white ass around on his black cock. I looked down at my cock and saw it still squirting cum. I reached down and cupped my hand under head and my dick just kept squirting cum into my hand. I then turned my attention back to the stunning slut in the mirror, things had become very surreal and it was like I was watching this happen to someone else. I felt like I was finished cumming, but Daddy was still grinding his black cock in my ass. I continued looking into the mirror and carefully moved my cum filled hand to my mouth and watched myself as I began to lap my cum from my hand as I panted and tried to catch my breath. I watched as I dipped my lips into the pool of cum and sucked it all up and then looked at my um covered lips in the mirror and opened my mouth to see the cum clinging to the roof of my mouth and floating around my tongue, just as I was watching myself swallow, Daddy pulled his cock out of me. I swallowed and then slumped to the floor. I suddenly felt so empty and leaned forward, wrapped my rams around Daddies leg and kissed his thigh. He told me to let, that he needed to go to sleep. He then commanded, “Go get yourself cleaned up and go to work. But get cleaned up and dressed properly as soon as get back and come straight to my camper and don’t you dare cum without asking me first!” He then, started to gather up the cameras and walk away. I just reveled in the feeling that I had just experienced and then pulled myself to my feet. This time when I looked into the mirror, all I saw was this trashy looking slut who looked like she had been well fucked. I began have guilty feelings and felt totally humiliated by what I had done. I became terrified that someone would see me like this and peeked slowly out the door and saw that no one had come to the campground yet. I ran to my camper, grabbed my soap and a towel and went back to the bathhouse. Just as I was going in Daddy walked up to shower himself. He told me to leave the men’s bathhouse, that I belonged in the women’s bathhouse and that I had better get in there. I begged him not to make me do go in there, not now. But Daddy gave me this look that made me know I would be in big trouble if I didn’t do what he said. I picked up my towel and submitted to what Daddy told me. As I began to wash myself, I wondered just what I had gotten myself in to.

Hotel Hook-Up

In my career, I would travel abroad for extended periods of time so invariably I would have some down time for some fun and games here and there. I like this particular experience because I was still expanding my bisexuality and this really opened my submissive side to heavy set bears with an alpha personality. As mentioned I was traveling abroad. I was staying at a reputable hotel where at the end of the day you could go down to the bar to relax and maybe you could meet-up with a friend that was passing through at the end of the night. I finished a days work so I dropped my stuff in my room, changed into some more comfortable clothes, and made my way down to the bar. It was a Thursday night so the bar had some activity going. Arriving at the bar did not prove me wrong, it was promising. I took my seat at one end of the bar near an older gentlemen who was conversing with a lady half his age and behind me was a table with two ladies chattering about the days news. After a couple of drinks it seemed to me that this crowd was not in the mood as some of the patrons left for their rooms or other destinations early. I found my self sipping my drink next to the same older, heavy-set gentleman who was talking to a younger lady earlier. He was ordering himself another drink. While waiting for his drink he turned to me and asked with a slight slur "10 O'Clock and this place is dying; all the action is leaving." "Yeah, looks like everyone must have a big day tomorrow. It wasn't this bad last week." I replied. "What happened to the lady friend you were conversing with?" "Oh, she had some other obligations, but she frequents this bar and said she would look me up since I will be here through next week. Leaves one hanging high and dry if you know what I mean. With this thinning crowd the pickings are slim for a little fun tonight." he replied. "I know what you mean, I was looking to unwind a little tonight, I didn't want to have to head out. I mean this bar seemed to be always hopping with activity on Thursday. " He turned and looked at me asking "So what are you looking for?" Thinking about it I responded "Well, its been a long week, and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so I was thinking about meeting up with someone for some action between the sheets if you know what I mean?" "Someone?" he asked. "So it didn't have to be a girl?" I was sort of taken off guard by him bringing up my gender neutral specification. "Well I guess not." I responded, feeling the alcohol and the questioning flush to my face creating a warm sensation. "Don't worry, I like to keep my options open too." At this point he looked me in the eye, placed his hand on my knee, gave it a squeeze, and took a swig of his whiskey. "My name is Robert." It was getting late so the bartender was rushing us and the remaining patrons to finish our drinks so he could close for the night. We swallowed our drinks and made our way to the elevator to go to our rooms. His was the first stop. "I'm the last room before you turn the corner let's continue our conversation, I don't have to go in till late tomorrow." I told him sure. As the elevator made its way to my floor I was debating whether to accept the invitation or not. I was curious where this was going to lead although in the back of my mind I had an inkling. I decided what the heck, I was curious and I was horny plus I hadn't fooled around with another guy in a while, if it came to that. When I made it to my room, I took a moment to freshen up. I took a couple of the small liquor bottles and made my way down the stairwell to my new friend's room. I knocked on his door with anticipation. After a slight delay he answered the door. The first thing I noticed was that he changed into his robe. I wasn't sure what he had on underneath, but it was open enough to see a hairy chest. He welcomed me in and showed me a place on the sofa. He brought over two drinks he had already made. I guess he was certain that I would come over. He offered me one of the drinks and placed his on the coffee table. We resumed our conversation about our occupations and other trivial topics. With the alcohol flowing once again the conversation soon migrated to the topic of women and then to sex. "So, do you like to be in control when you have sex with your lover or you like to give them control?" he asked. "It depends." I told him. I felt that the alcohol had loosened me up to talk about the subject freely but I also found my self getting aroused by the conversation. "I do like to take control some times. It depends on the person and their personality. If they take control, I will cede control but if they don't I will." I continued "I love oral so if I'm in control I like to grab their head, push them down on my cock and just feed them my cum to the last drop. Or i can be the cumslut if they take control." "There's nothing like a soft set of lips on your cock." he said. At this point he placed his hand on the side of my face and began to rub his thumb across my lips. I looked at him, he had a slight smile on his lips and then I looked to where his other hand was. At some point his robe had fallen open and he was stroking his now hardening cock with his other hand. I looked back up into his eyes where I encountered an intense stare of lust. He slid his hand to the back of my head and pushed my head toward his cock. He reclined and maneuvered his hips so he could better guide his cock into my lowering mouth. I took his cock into my mouth. I slid of the couch onto my knees to get a better angle at his cock. His cock wasn't long, about six to seven inches, but it was fat and thick with a foreskin that made it look much bigger than what it was. From the thrust of his hips he knew what he wanted. He was holding my head firmly and working my mouth, ensuring that with each thrust of his hips he was working his cock into my mouth to the hilt. My jaw hurt from the strain but I was able to bury my nose into his pubic patch with every thrust. "Oh how good this feels. Indeed there is nothing like a good blowjob after a long days work." he panted out in short breaths. "I like to find someone that likes to swallow my cum too. Do you like the taste of cum?" He looked down at me into my eyes when he asked this question. All I could do was muster a nod in the affirmative as he still had his hand on my head pushing me up and down on his cock. "Well then that's good. I'm getting close to releasing a weeks worth of pent up energy. You're going to choke on my cum!" I could here him groan louder with every thrust. He soon had both hands pushing on the back on my head as he slowly faced fucked me. I was drooling profusely as I accommodated his girth and savored the taste of his cock. I soon felt him lock his fingers behind my head and make a final thrust into my mouth. The first couple of blasts from his cock were copious, I couldn't swallow it all and maintain his entire girth in my mouth. I choked a bit on some and I could feel some of his cum pour out of the sides of my mouth as he continued to ejaculate in my mouth. What a geyser! And what a mess. His cum pooled into his pubic hair and began to river down to his balls and down into his ass. After what seemed like forever he finally finished but he didn't give me the luxury of milking the rest of the cum from his cock. He began to push my head to follow the river of cum that had spewed from his cock. I sucked on his heavy balls, cleaning his ball sac of all cum. With the help of his hands I then preceded to lick his taint and his sphincter of the cum that had run down there. Satisfied he pulled my head up and guided his cock into my mouth. I milked the rest of the cum from his cock. What a mess indeed, I was so sticky with his cum. He pushed my mouth off my cock and I leaned back on my knees. He grabbed my cock through my shorts and began to stroke me. He locked his lips with mine. He slid his hand under the waste band of my shorts and squeezed my cock hard. He joined me on the floor on one knee and continued to stroke my cock. He leaned into me and I began to suck on his nipple and stroke his now semi-erect cock. I began to ejaculate, my cum began to pool around his fist. Once complete he brought his cum-covered hand to my mouth and proceeded one finger at a time so I could clean them up. Once done he gave me another kiss. "That was good, boy!" He said as he took a seat on the sofa. "Now I want to know how well you take a good fucking. Do you just lay there and just take it or do you fuck back?" I was still on my knees recovering from my orgasm but I stood up and began to remove my clothing. I pulled off my shirt and removed my cum filled shorts and boxer briefs. At seeing me completely naked Robert, sat up on the couch, grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. He took my semi-erect, cum-glistening cock in his mouth and began to suck. He pushed my legs apart and snaked one of his hands under my balls. I felt his fingers probe for my anus. The finger tip of his middle finger found my sphincter and using the left over cum that was around my balls as lube I felt him begin to work his finger into my anus. He worked his finger all way to his knuckle. His fingers were fat like his cock so I knew this was a feel for what was to come next. At this point Robert had stopped sucking me and had pulled away. He was admiring what moving his finger in and around me was doing to me. He slowly worked a second finger in me continuing to massage my prostrate. He was stroking his cock and getting harder as he finger-fucked me. He finally pulled his fingers out of me, grabbed my hips again and spun me around. He pulled my hips down toward his cock. I sat on his lap as he aligned his cock to my sphincter and then he pulled me onto his cock. The sensation was both pleasurable and painful. He worked me slowly down onto his cock until most of his length was inside me. I rested on his lap for moment so my anus could adjust to his girth. He began to lay back on the couch again and began to grind his hips, moving his cock inside me. He had me pulled me close, I had no leverage to move so I let him pump in and out of me. After several minutes of this position I felt him push up and slowly push me off his cock. I turned to look at him as he stood up. "Let's go to the bed!" He said in a serious tone. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around pushing me toward the bed. At the foot he pushed me onto the bed on my stomach. "Move up!" He commanded. As I moved up the bed I felt him behind me straddling my ass. I then felt him grab my hips to pull them up. Next I felt one hand spread my ass cheeks and the other guided his cock back into my spread ass. He made one forceful thrust that made me gasp. He paused a quick moment and then began to thrust. Remembering his question of whether I just laid down to get fucked or if I fucked back I began to meet his thrusts. "Oh yeah, I like that, make me want to fuck you harder wanting my cock like that!" With that he picked up his pace. He lay full on top of me in a prone bone position. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight and pinching my nipples. I could feel and hear his hot breath in my ear as he methodically grind-fucked my ass. After several minutes he stopped abruptly to flip me around to take me missionary. As he re-entered me he grabbed my hard cock with a firm grip and said. "I want to see you come from me fucking you!" He continued to fuck me and maintain his grip on my cock. I felt his breath grow heavier but I was first to erupt, on my belly and my chest. When his orgasm finally arrived he released his grip on my cock and made one final thrust inside me. I felt his warm seed spill inside my anal cavity. He continued to thrust inside but slower so my sphincter could milk all his seed. Once his cock stopped twitching he laid on top of me, smearing my cum between our bodies. After a few minutes he rolled off of me onto his back. "That was some good sex after a long week." he said. I just lay there I felt my cum drying on my belly and chest and his cum oozing it self out of my now stretched ass. After a few minutes I rolled off the bed and gave Robert's now limp cock a parting suck. He smiled "I will be here for another week." "I will too!" I said nodding, knowing where I would be spending my evenings for the next week. Robert proved to be quite the commanding alpha bear in bed. It was a good week that left my ass and jaws sore...

Francis Meets a Black Stud Ch. 03

*Sorry it took so long. Thanks for the all the wonderful comments, they certainly do entice me to share more of my story. Please feel free to post or write me additional comments. I don't care what you right as long as you talk to me like the cum slut that I am.* As I washed myself in the women's bathhouse, I began to regret everything I had done. I had already cum and the sexual intoxication seemed to be gone. I could not believe that I had willingly submitted to what I had allowed that black man had done to me. I began to be very disgusted with myself. Furthermore, whereas, I like dressing up in private, I was humiliated by have to bathe in the women's bathhouse and the only clothes I had to put on were the slutty clothes I had from last night, and I was scared too. What if someone walked in with me like this? However, even with all these feelings of humiliation and fear, my dick got hard again and that made me feel worse. I finished bathing, wrapped myself in the towel, grabbed my things and went and peeked outside to see if anyone was there. It was quite a change as to how fearless I was strutting around just a few hours ago. I held my heels and my stockings and lingerie in one hand and held the towel tight in the other and then quickly ran to my camper. I went inside and sat down. I felt very guilty and was humiliated by what I had done and I just could not believe that I not only let a stranger do those things to me, but I also let him film me in drag sucking his black cock...and having that big black cock up my white ass. I got my stuff together and went to work. I got several phone calls that day and each time I did I looked at the images on that Daddy had sent me. I started getting hard each time and became more remorseful about what had happened. I was having a very difficult time coming to terms with the previous night's events. Finally, I decide that I needed to go to him as a man and ask him for the photos and video. It was just then that Daddy gave me a call. I tried to say something about not doing this again, but decided to wait until I was face to face with him, that way it would be harder for him to refuse me. However, he was insistent that I return that evening as planned. He asked if I had a a bathing suit and a sexy one at that. I told him no. He then instructed me to go and buy one and to show up only wearing that and some heels. I told him sure and that I would see him then. But I had no intention of going back to his camper dressed like that; the only problem was my dick was getting excited when he gave me these instructions. I went on with my work fighting the humiliation and conflict going on inside of me. I kept telling myself that I was only going to his camper to get the photos and video and that was it. On the way back to the campground, I automatically pulled into this mega department store. Once inside, I went straight to the women's section and started looking at the bikinis. Over and over I kept telling myself that I would not let it happen again. I found a nice top that I thought would actually fit me well. Then I found the cutest little bottom that kind of had a little cloth hanging out the top and around. This one would show off my sweet little ass and kind of hide any bulge. The top and bottom were white with gold trim, they matched perfectly! I could hardly wait to put them on and show my man. I had really gotten caught up in buying this sexy little swimsuit and had completely forgotten that I was not going to do that again, but I rationalized that I could wear this over to ask him for the tapes. I made my way back to the campground and Daddy waved when I drove in. I waved back and went to my camper. I took a couple of hits off a bowl, got my stuff and went to the women's bathhouse and started to clean up. As I was walking in I wondered why I did this and then remembered that Daddy had told me t and my dick twitched. I began thinking about his cock and began to for get about my inner conflicts. However, as I was undressing, with my hard dick all in the way, I once again became humiliated by what I was thinking, however, this time it made me more excited. I got in the shower and started to bathe. I took a long time to wash around my dick and nearly made myself cum, but then I thought about Daddy did not want to disappoint him. I got out of the shower and dried off. I gather my things and peeked outside to make sure no one else was around and then walked naked with this raging hardon back to my camper to finish getting ready. I sat down, smoked a bowl and tried to calm down. With my current state of arousal this was difficult, so I turned on the TV to a 24 hour news channel while I got myself fixed up. This did the trick; I applied my normal base, but darkened my cheekbones a little more than normal. I fixed up my eyes to die for. I then outlined my lips in black and then applied a heavy coat of bright red lip stick. I rubbed a little Vaseline on them to make them shine and I was nearly ready. I slipped on my white bikini with gold trim and then picked out a tall pair of white clogs, grabbed a joint and headed for the door. It only 6:30 so the sun was bright and would be out for a couple of more hours. I walked across the campground to see my man, this was the first time I had been outside in broad daylight and became more excited as the warm air seemed to be caressing my entire body as I became drunk thinking about what Daddy might do to me this evening. When I got close I began to get a little frightened, I remember all the conflict in mind earlier today and I one again became humiliated at what I was going to do. However, at this exact moment this shame increased my excitement and anticipation. Timidly, I knocked on his door. He stepped outside dressed only in his silk boxers, I could see his massive outlines in the material. I gasped and thought, "I had that all the way up my ass last night?" He pulled me close and hugged me. I melted in his strong black arms, my knees got weak as he pressed up against me. He held me close and didn't let me fall, but this just pressed me hard against his big black cock and made me woozier. He then let me slide to my knees where I was once again face to face with that big beautiful black cock that seemed to be controlling my life. I reached for this beautiful black monster and massaged it though his silk boxers. He was getting bigger in my hands and started rubbing my face on it and kissing it through his boxers. I could not take it anymore; I need that gorgeous black cock in my mouth. I started to pull it out of his boxers and he stopped me and asked me what I wanted. I responded: "I want to suck your fine black cock and to have you cum in my mouth. I have thought about sucking your big black cock and swallowing your cum all day." He said, "Ok, you can suck it. But, just for a minute. There is somewhere I want you to go with me and something I need to tell you." I began to devour his cock for the next few minutes and I was in heaven! But this bliss came to an end all too soon when he took my hand and lifted me to my feet and said follow me. He picked up a tri-pod and his video camera and we walked toward the lake. He began to explain that we were making a video about a black cock worshiping cum slut. He told some things to say at the beginning and then that I would suck his cock and that he would cum on my face. He also told that he did not want me to give away that I was a sissy and that that if it looked like it in the video that I would be punished. He than stopped and asked me to take my bikini top off. I replied, "Yes sir." He grinned at my response. I began to remove my top and he reached over and rubbed my nipples with one hand. They became erect at his touch and I let out a little moan. Daddy then said, "You have really nice nipples, but not much tits. If you are going to keep on working with us, we're going to have to get you some tits. Put that top back on for now, you look more like a girl with it on. Yes, we will have to make 3 or 4 films just to pay for nice pair." Everything Daddy had just said scared the hell out of me as well as embarrassed me too. Still, I was once again becoming sexually intoxicated by this large man controlling and I was humiliated by this and this made me want to be his little cum slut even more. I wondered what he meant by "punished", but this made me even more willing to please him. When we got to the lake he had me walk out on the dock and strut around while he set up the camera. When he got it set up he had me pose facing the camera standing up and sideways on my knees. When he was satisfied that he had the correct distance. He asked me if I was ready. I nodded my head. He started to camera and pointed at me. I began rubbing myself seductively while talking to the camera. "My name is Francis and I am a cum slut and I only want black cock. Did I say want? I only crave black cock! I love to fuck and suck big black cocks. There is nothing I like better than to get a great big load of a black mans cum in my mouth and will do anything to get a black cock inside of me. Right now I am looking at a black man over there and I want him to know that I love his beautiful cock and want to suck it deep in my throat and have it cum on my face." I sighed deeply and begged, "Please let me suck your beautiful black cock!" This begging was really humiliating me and pushing me over the edge, my dick began to get hard. I was very glad that I had adjusted it so that maybe it would not show. Daddy then asked from behind the camera, "Do you want to suck my cock?" "Yes sir, please let me suck your big beautiful cock." "What are you doing for today?" "I am making an interracial blow job audition video. I hope to get into the interracial video business so that I can get all the black cock I want." Daddy then asked, "How does it make you feel to be a black cock cum slut?" "It makes me almost sexually drunk to be a cum slut for you Daddy, but making this video for everyone to see is very degrading and I feel humiliated and this makes it more exciting. If making this video will help me get more black cock, then the humiliation is worth it and I don't care who knows what a big interracial cum slut I am!" Daddy responded, "Good girl." He then motioned me to my knees and started walking toward me. "Daddy, please, please let me suck your beautiful black cock!" I begged. He stood in front of me and profile to the camera, "What are you?" "I am your little white cum slut and I am soo hungry for your cock Daddy. Please sir may I suck it now? Please!" He nodded his head and said, "Suck it bitch!" I reached underneath his shorts and started rubbing his black cock, he was already half hard and I pulled his shorts down and took his beautiful black cock in both of my hands, then began kissing and sucking the head while I slowly jacked his cock with my hands. I began moving my hands lower and lower on Daddies black cock, while sliding it deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, I was only using one hand and cupped his balls with my free hand and began massaging them...They felt like fat juicy ripe plums in my hand and I knew that soon they would feed my hunger for his thick black cum. I then began licking my down the underside of his cock while looking straight into the camera. When I got to the bottom I started licking and worshipping those big black cum filled balls that would soon fill my mouth with sweet man nectar that I craved so much. I sucked one then other of big black balls into my mouth I then pressed both of them into my mouth at the same time and just massaged them with my cheeks and tongue all the while looking directly into the camera. I let them slip from my mouth and then licked my back up his wonderful cock and began sucking Daddy again. I then licked the head of this wonderful cock and then sucked just the head in my mouth. I began just sucking the head and teasing it when Daddy put his hands on the back of my head and started pushing me deeper on his cock. I took the hint and started wildly sucking Daddy's cock. After a few minutes I felt him tense up, he grabbed his cock and pushed me off of it as he started pumping it. I looked up at him confused. He then spoke, "Slut are you ready for my cum?" "Yes sir, please give me your cum." "Open up!" I leaned my head back, opened my mouth and looked toward the camera. He looked like he as about to cum, so I moved my open mouth to his cock and started licking underneath his big purple head. That was when he started to cum. The first blast went up across my face and left a big warm string of cum that I could feel from my forehead down to m nose, after that he just seemed to keep pumping his cum directly into my mouth. He just seemed to keep squirting and squirting and I could feel his thick cum puddling in my mouth. When he finished I looked directly into the camera with my mouth open to show the cum and swallowed. I then turned back to my man and grabbed his beautiful black cock and squeezed it from the bottom to the head and was rewarded with a big chunk of thick hot cum. I wrapped my lips around the end and sucked in into my mouth. With his cum still on my face I looked up at Daddy and said, "Thank you sir for letting me suck your cock and drink your cum." I then began to kiss and lick his cock some more. After e little bit of this he made me stop and went and grabbed the camera. I just followed behind obediently. While we were walking back, he told me to go clean up and change into something sexy, then meet him at his camper in an hour.

Mattie at 68 Ch. 01

*Before you under forty crowd dismiss my story, I want to tell you something that actually happened. Years ago my wife and I went to a stage show in Tahoe where a sixty eight year old Tempest Storm preformed. Her body had every man drooling and every woman envious. One arrogant bitch screamed out, "You are too old to strip." Tempest locked her eyes on the woman and said, "Look at your man's lustful eyes bitch and eat your heart out."* \------------------------------- I was late getting to dinner at the retirement community restaurant. Most people at the table were finishing up. The conversation had been about retirement versus assisted living facilities. No one even wanted to consider throwing in the homes that handle convalescence through hospice. Seems I was used as an example by Bill, just as I settled in. "If Roger weren't with Carol when they came to live here, she would have had to go on to an assisted living facility and sign away her benefits to the facility's management. But he did everything for her from pushing the wheelchair to keeping track of meds and taking her to appointments, so they were able to maintain control of their finances." "I'm not sure what I walked in on, but Carol did a lot of things for me that I am just now realizing." Mattie was a couple of years older than me but nature had been kind to her. She looked really good and took care of herself. The freckled red-head had long legs and a rounded ass. When she swam at the pool, I often could not take my eyes off her. She took the conversation down a different path by challenging me, "Roger, I'm curious, with all her problems from tremors, pain, speech issues, limited mobility and poor memory what did Carol do for you?" I smiled and admitted to aging. "As I've gotten older, patches of hair grow where they didn't use to grow; I don't contort as easily to check out my backside; I don't see pastel colors to match my socks and I don't have as much purpose in my life. Carol, could shave the hair, check my back, match my socks and I always knew I had the important job of caring for her. Sure I got tired of care giving but I was never lonely. During the last year, I've faced all those new challenges." My table of single mature people all grew quiet. It soon dispersed, except Mattie stayed behind, restacking the used plates on her tray. "Roger, please don't think of me as being too forward but we are equally active and I have noticed you looking at me in the pool." "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I should not have been so obvious. You are a healthy, attractive woman and I was just enjoying looking at your curves. I'll behave more in the future." "That wasn't where I was going with my comments. I can't drive anymore and truly understand your comments about how another person can help sometimes. I want you to know that I'm volunteering to help you remove those hair patches and match your socks anytime you want." "That sounds wonderful. I was embarrassed when I took my granddaughters to the beach a couple of weeks ago and they kidded me about turning into an ape. Maybe I can drive you places and help you some to repay your kindness." I was quite surprised by the playfulness that followed, "I might need some help shaving too." "I'm an expert at shaving, inspecting and nursing spots that need special attention. When I kiss a "boo-boo" to make it feel better, it always heals quickly, feels a lot better and does not hurt anymore." Mattie blushed. Maybe I had gone too far. "Mattie, I'm sorry if I kidded inappropriately. I am very pleased with your offer and if I can help you in return, I accept with pleasure. Just tell me when I am too verbally playful. That has been part of my relationship for forty years." "My husband was pretty straight laced and not adventurous or playful. I'm not used to it but I find it exciting. I need more playfulness in my all too serious life." "Why so serious?" "It just evolved that way. Year after year, Harold worked, I took care of the home and children. Then one day, we were old and had not put much fun in our lives. We planned to, but he died. I guess I would have to admit to not knowing how to have fun but I truly want to learn." "Well shaving my back won't fall into the category of fun, but I have a million places I want to go on day trips and a million things I like to do. I would love to have a friend to enjoy those days with." "Let's try a few outings. Teach me how to have fun and I'll keep your socks matched." "When can I take advantage of our new agreement and get trimmed up a little?" "If you have the razor you want me to use, come on by this afternoon." "Will you be wearing that two piece bathing suit? I promise to bring a handkerchief and not drool on your floor." "You are a big tease. No one drools over a 68 year old woman." "No one except a 66 year old man, who likes what he sees." I had embarrassed Mattie again. I let her off the hook. "Alright, I'll come to your room about two. If that is okay with you?" It was exactly two when I rang Mattie's doorbell. She and I both had on the short white terry cloth robes that the home provided to guests to wear to and from the pool. I had a navy blue boxer style swim suit on under my robe. I had to guess what she had on under hers. I just barged on. "Do you drink champagne?" "On very special occasions." "To me this is a very special occasion. Let me pour you a glass." We talked, laughed and got to know one another for about an hour, finishing the first bottle. "It's about time for me to take care of that back hair for you before the daylight dims. I don't see well at night or have good distance vision." "Promise you will not laugh at my beat up old body?" I had not waited for a reply. I opened my robe and threw it on a chair. I was overstating the case. Truthfully, I had a good, trim, healthy body for my age. "Where do you want me?" "How about on the floor by the sliding glass door? On the beach towel to catch the hair?" "You might need a king-sized sheet." "No, you look pretty good. I don't see that much hair." "Any type of compliment is warmly accepted." We got the spot ready and I plugged in the trimmers. Right before I got down on the floor, I looked at her and said, "I have to do something first." She was expecting that I needed to go to the bathroom, when I untied her sash and reached up to her neck. Gently, I caressed her neck and shoulders, stepped very close to her, pushed the robe sensually off her body, reaching behind her and slipping it down her arms. Just before I brought it back around, I looked at her, said, "Thank you for wearing the swim suit and doing this for me." I kissed her gently on the lips. Before she could think, judge or object, I rose up, tossed her robe on top of mine, stood back, admired her and then lay down in the spot she had prepared for me. Mattie was very quiet and slow to kneel down on the floor. She recovered, turned on the trimmers and began to salvage my back. The position was awkward for her, leaning across, supporting her weight on one arm and working with the other hand. "Straddle me if you want. Get in a comfortable position. I'm sure this will take you a while. It has been a year since I was sheared." She resisted my suggestion until the ache in her lower back won out. Finally, she put a knee on either side of my hips. She worked for a while and I felt her relax to sit on my butt. That touch was very intimate and shocked her. She immediately rose up again. We continued to talk and I did not push or tease her. She became more comfortable and let her weight settle on me again. Having her wiggle in her sincere efforts and her weight driving my cock into the floor was an unexpected delight. I could have enjoyed her touch and being catered to for days but she said all too quickly, "I'm all finished." I felt her weight lift and I turned over with her still straddling me. It was at first and innocent move. I wanted to look at her and talk. "Thank you very much. Now what is going to be our first outing to begin having fun?" "You said you are a member of the zoo and the art museum. I've never been to either. Let's start with one of those." "Great idea. Have you been on the steam train to Mount Hood? Especially the evening dinner ride?" "No, I haven't done anything like that but it sounds like a lot of fun..............." Her last words trailed off. She had lowered her weight again and her bathing suit covered pussy was pressing down on my two thirds hard cock. She started to get up. I grabbed her by the hips. "Stay and talk to me. I'm house broken. I want hurt you in any way and we both are enjoying the touch." She blushed but settled back down. We talked more. Every few sentences, I would pull her hips and then push them back. I was hardening under her and she was enjoying the friction. Mattie stopped mid-sentence, let her eyes close and she began to rock her hips on her own. Within a minute she leaned forward putting a hand on either side of my head, spread her legs wider and thrust down. She worked for long enjoyable minutes until frustration began to sit in. This was not working well enough for her. I pushed her hips higher and scooted down, untying one side of her suit's bottoms and pulling it aside just as my face was under her. Her body was tense and I pulled at it to sit down again. She resisted so I opened the lips of her pussy and lifted my head to lick at her, suck her lips and tease her clit. She was wetter than I expected. Soon she quit fighting and lowered her clit to follow my head back down to the floor. As she rocked, she began to breathe more irregularly. She moaned when I reached one arm between her legs and held a rigid finger between her lips and let her impale herself on it with her back and forth movements. It did not take long. Her legs tightened against my head. Her muscles trembled and she came with a great sigh of "Yes." I lapped up her wonderful wetness. It must have been a while for her. She got sensitive to my touch and lifted off my mouth. I rolled her down to the floor and pulled her into my arms just to hold her and share her little pleasure. Probably fifteen minutes passed. I could see her eyes open and her confusion about what had happened and might happen next. I sat up onto my knees and pulled her up onto hers so we were close facing each other. I cupped her face, leaned in and kissed her again. This time, against her will, her mouth opened and I licked at her lips. "Give me your tongue." It barely cleared her lips but I licked at it and sucked more of it into my mouth. She did not object to tasting her own juices. When she pulled her tongue back, I stood and pulled her up and gave her a big hug. "We have to get ready for dinner, even though you have already given me the best desert imaginable. We are old enough. We can decide to eat desert before the meal. Thank you again, Mattie, for cleaning me up. Let's talk some more over dinner about where we are going for our first outing." Her mind was in turmoil. I hoped I had not pushed her too far, too fast. I only wanted to please her and say "Thank You" one of the ways I knew how. I'm sure she finally exhaled when she closed the door behind me. I arrived early enough at the restaurant to leave the choice of sitting together to her. She did come to me. We were the only two at the table. Her eyes sparkled but her face was filled with concern and guilt. "What you must think of me." "I think you are a lovely and passionate woman, who I want to get to know better. I wanted to please you, but now I fear that I have offended you." "No, no. That was wild, wonderful and satisfying. I've never done anything like that before. Somehow I feel it was wrong." "No, Beautiful, it was not wrong. You get to decide what you want to do with your body and who you want to share it with. I am so pleased to have spent some time with you and want to tell you that your body moves in ways that excite me. Tell me your guidelines. I'll honor your wishes, if today was wrong. I admit that I wanted to make love with you but I did not feel you were ready for that. Now tell me where we are going. I think you are going to say the zoo, so I brought the most recent brochure for us to look over." We decided to go to the zoo on Tuesday. Then we were joined by other diners and talked like normal people for the rest of the evening. Saturday, Sunday and Monday I did not see Mattie except in passing to wave. Saturday my eldest daughter visited; I was financing her new house for her, so we had documents to sign and for her to drop off at the Title Company. We went to the farmers' market and came back loaded with stuff, laughing and playing. Sunday I spent all day in the wood shop. Monday, I prepared lessons and filled in at the local junior college in the afternoon and evening. Monday night I called Mattie. "I'll pick you up at eight in the morning. We'll go out for a wonderful breakfast and be at the zoo when it opens at ten. Maybe we'll be tired and want to picnic or go to a movie during the hot part of the day." "That sounds good. I'll be ready. I saw you with that young blond woman on Saturday. She is very lovely." "Thank you; that is Laurie, my daughter. She has two lovely girls and a husband who is just starting to be successful. They are going to do fine." Mattie had little to say. She knew she had been off base, thinking Laurie was my Saturday fling. The day at the zoo was a perfect "Getting to know you" day. We fed the giant tortoises, ate hot dogs, dodged running children, fed the baby animals in the children's zoo, I watched her cringe at the giant insects and we laughed at the male monkeys jacking off. I called one of the staff and she got a tour of the true nursery, veterinary operations and feeding prep areas. I was the hero of the day when Mattie got to hold a baby gorilla and pet a just born gazelle. I took pictures as I had done all day. Tomorrow she would have copies to show around and email to her family. We had an unhealthy stop at Baskin-Robins for my favorite butter pecan. Mattie ordered some strange new flavor and then wanted to trade with me. Being a well trained male, she got my butter pecan scoop in a sugar cone and I got complaining rights for the week. We got home just before eleven. I got a quick kiss at her door and she said, "Better not come in, the eleven o'clock rule you know." I did know that rule. It was stupid when I heard it. "No visitation within the facility by mixed sexes after eleven." I did not sign that portion of my agreement and I had too much money for the facility to argue. Besides every person who had a brain knew that it was unenforceable and stupid. The thought of thirty year olds making such rules for seventy year olds boggles my mind. I figured this was Mattie's way of establishing limits to our friendship and keeping me in my place. It wasn't my first rejection. I handled it well. I did not hit anyone, rent a hooker or get drunk. I had been eating breakfast at the home's restaurant to see Mattie. My idea of breakfast was a bagel stop while on a morning walk to ogle the pretty women on their way to work. I went back to my routine of odd ball hours and staying to myself a lot. A couple of weeks later I had a note on my door. "Would still love to go to the museum with you or ride the steam train. Meet me for breakfast and tell me why I drove you away after our zoo trip. Mattie" About midnight, I knocked on her door. "Roger, you will get us both in trouble, it's after eleven." "Is that the reason you ran away from me when we got back from the zoo, Sweet Cakes? You are afraid of the rules of this place where we pay a fortune to live? You are not thirteen and your mommy will not ground you." She invited me in discretely and we talked for a while. "Lots of the people who live here are not active, not sexual and are very compliant with rules. I am an adult and pay my own way. I don't hurt anyone, disturb anyone or get into anyone's business. I'm sixty-six and sure the hell, know who I am and what is right for me. No one is going to give me living rules at this stage in my life." "My neighbor told me about a couple who kept the floor awake all night having sex." "I'd set up bleachers outside their room and cheer them on. I'd gladly give up a few nights sleep to hear wild sex stories over breakfast." Mattie laughed at my crude words. "I guess I would too." "Everyone living here would or they would have to admit to be being jealous. Don't let the assholes make a kid, dependent or invalid out of you. You are vibrant, sexy and your pussy tastes wonderful. You are sixty-eight. Were you supposed to fill out a permission slip so I could give you a good oral orgasm?" Mattie was glowing in pride and also blushing. "Mattie, would you put up with such foolishness before you retired? Did your kids tell you when you could masturbate, fantasize or have fun?" "You already know that I need to learn to have fun. But "No" I did not ask permission." "You will never learn to have fun, if you let the rest of the world make decisions about what is right for you. Only you know what might be fun for you. Only you know what you want to try. Only you know how wild you want to get. So no one else's opinion matters." "We signed an agreement here." "Fuck them and their agreement. Wouldn't you love to read the headlines of the local newspaper when such a place tried to enforce what happens between consenting senior citizens just because they live at this address? Next door, in the park, in the back seat of a car, in a motel, behind a bush, it would be fine. But here the thirty year-old, up-tight, morals police gets to say if you can masturbate after hours. Hell, if you are ninety and can get off, the world should cheer for you." Mattie sat quietly. "Mattie, if one day we felt amorous and knew it might be the last time in our lives that we would have breathless, satisfying sex, would you make love with me under the willow by the pond in the back of this building? Half the windows look down on that tree. Do all those people mean so much to you that you would forgo such a beautiful satisfying experience and memory? Sure some Bible thumpers would condemn us, but most would see the beauty and would hope for something like that for themselves." Still she sat quietly. "I have said way too much. I guess I am too much a libertine. I enjoyed your body and taste too much to trade off a second caring about other people's judgment. I will never accept stupid rules from stupid people trying to control the free will of consenting adults." I got up and went to her contraband, after-hours door. Mattie followed me. At the door I turned, grabbed a handful of her bottle aided red hair, tilted her head to mine and kissed her passionately. Her eyes were still closed when I opened the door to leave and spoke, "Mattie, I want to make love with you. I want to feel and watch your body and face contort in pleasure and know that you are pleased with me. It might take hours for us to get to that point but I still want to try to share it with you. For the first time, I realize how great a gift you gave me when you let me taste your pussy. Thank you for putting up with my wildness. I have long thought that it was time that I moved from this facility. Now I know that it is time. The ideas of dating, possible sex, intimacy, sleeping against a warm naked body, talking all night with a friend, dancing quietly at three a.m., all those things and more, are so important to me that I don't belong where people find those things wrong. I need to live not die slowly guided by children's silly rules." I walked out of the facility that night, drove, watched a movie, went to a porn shop, flirted with an IHOP waitress who was no more than 18, left my car in an empty shopping center and walked back about seven a.m. The note on my door was from Mattie, "I want to make love with you too. Laugh. Have fun. Feed another baby gorilla. Tickle your balls and have you kiss me upside down. Please don't run away. Stay and teach me how to play and not worry about the unimportant world." The sign in the lobby read, "No noise before eight." I banged on Mattie's door at seven-ten. She did not look well put together. "You have ten minutes to get ready woman. I have not slept all night and we are going to breakfast down the street. We'll know where to eat when we get tired of walking. If it is a Mexican place, please stay downwind from me all day." Mattie scurried to get ready. A pretty good job really. We were ready to go out the door when I held her at arm's length, shook my head "No" in very disapproving fashion and just waited for her to react. "I'm ready. Let's go. What's wrong?" The door was half open. I was standing in it. A few residents were dressed and waiting for breakfast at eight. "Stand right where you are. Reach under that dress and remove your panties. We might not do anything but I like knowing your sweet pussy is naked." I doubt that anyone in the hall heard me. Still to Mattie the world knew what I had said. To her blushing credit, she reached under her dress and pushed her panties down, stood on one leg and stepped out of one side; she shifted her weight and stepped out of the other. She started to throw them onto the couch. "No, No, No. Give them to me. Did you wear them last night?" She was glowing red, "Yes." I smelled them, tasted them and swung them on my fingertips as we left her room and went down the hall. At first she slumped in embarrassment but by the time we made the parking lot she was swinging her hips and smiling. I hopped I could keep such a smile on her face and that it would still be there tomorrow morning.

Hotel Hook Up

**The First Time** We get to know each other online, at least to the extent to which online friends can. You and I are self-described straight men looking for an adventure and we've shared a few pictures, so all indications are that both of us are who we say we are. We're both about the same age, mid 40's, single. After our online discussions we decide to meet in a hotel because neither of us wants to risk revealing anything about our true identity, and the mere thought of meeting someone under these circumstances is unsettling to both of us. We are new to this and your nervousness makes me less nervous. If you were more experienced I think I'd be terrified and the converse, I would imagine, holds equally true. Knowing that we're both about to share our first male experience colors the situation with a sense of camaraderie, a taboo kinship. At the hotel lobby we make our awkward introductions. We nervously discuss how both of us will get to the room and I suggest that I'll go up first, unlock the room, and then you'll go another way and knock at the door. It's comical to think that anyone would care, that anyone would watch or think twice about two men in such a corporate hotel going to the same room. It happens all the time on business, but we're not here for business and we are involuntary radiating that we very much don't belong here today. We are here for sex, two straight men that met online and decided to get together for a foray into the forbidden. I look around the lobby at the girl behind the counter, the valet, and the restaurant staff. I swear they know what I am up to! I am nervous to the brink of sickness. I've gone this far. Only a few more steps to the elevator and then to the room. I can still back out, but I choose to continue with this crazy, mixed-up interlude. It is obvious that neither of us is in any way physically attracted to the other and this only adds to the growing anxiety. As we talk, both of us clearly are deciding, moment by moment, if this is worth doing, if the risks outweigh the benefits. Ironically, the candor in our online messages comes flashing before my eyes as we quietly and discreetly discuss meeting at the room. I don't mention "getting a mouthful of hard cock" in our brief introduction and you say nothing of "sliding your hard tool into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat" in our first conversation. Yes, how brazen we were in our anonymity and how timid we are right now, looking up, looking down, looking over our shoulders. Brazen, indeed. Suddenly I realise that, at the very least, someone out there knows my face and the pretense under which I was invited to a hotel. There are communications that, in no uncertain terms, spell out my desire to share oral delights with another man, and if it were traced back to me, I'd be absolutely defenseless to deny it. In my messages I describe how I'd love to get naked and get a nice warm cock in my mouth when mine is in yours. Our conversations are filled with your desires also, that a 69 with another man is a long time fantasy of yours and that after your divorce a few years ago this desire has only become more and more intense. I understand completely and although I have a strong desire to try it, I've never done it. I've never even seen or touched another man in a sexual way, and you haven't either, and this makes both of us very excited and open to sharing our secret desires, which we did quite freely while we clicked away on keyboard and camera. Our discussion concluded that we are fairly certain that some mutual masturbation and 69 is as far as either of us is willing to go, but secretly I know if the circumstances were right I'd be willing to go much further. Depending on how comfortable it felt, if the timing were just right, yes, I could see myself going much, much further, deeper into this forbidden fantasy. My heart is racing as I take the elevator. It's one thing to write messages to someone and quite another to rent a hotel room for male on male sex. My hands were positively shaking as I handed the clerk my credit card. "My credit card!", I panic secretly. Why am I so afraid? I fear I'm being surveilled and that I'm becoming fodder for some cheesy reality show: *"Welcome to Caught on Video! I'm your host, Brian Blume. Tonight we follow two men who claim they are straight, but our hidden cameras tell a different story, don't they Samantha." "Brian, these two men look like your average businessmen heading to their hotel room to finish working on some spreadsheets. But what we found instead was both of them spreading their legs and filling their mouths on the sheets!" "Whoa Samantha! You get any of this on video?" "You bet Brian! These two get an A+ in Amateur Cocksucking 101. Once they got going there was no stopping them and the cameras don't lie. They were loving every minute of it and so was I, Brian! Nothing gets me hotter than watching two studs licking lollipops! Makes me wanna make myself a Sammy samwich! Why didn't they invite me?! "Well, Samantha, you better take a look at the door." {a childishly mock-handwritten sign hangs on the door 'No girlz allowd'. Samantha frowns and looks at the camera as a "wock wock wock" trombone plays.} {canned audience laughter}* I can hardly believe it's happening. As I get off the elevator I deliberately walk right past the room. "I can't do this", I tell myself. "No way can I do this." But a few seconds later I hear a beep and a click and I look down to see my feet crossing the threshold of the door. The very corporate hotel room, naturally, is nothing special and looks exactly like ones I've visited hundreds of times on business. I fear that the very anonymity of it will burn an indelible image into my mind, that every time I travel in the future I'll think of long brown blinds in front of the floor to ceiling window by the door. Every time I see a room laid out like this I'll remember being here, right here, and remember what I'm thinking: get out now. But I don't. I put the security key on the desk and walk into the bathroom. "What if I have come on my face?" I ask myself. "What if I actually suck this guy's cock and he comes on my face? I'll have to clean myself up in here." I arrange a few washcloths and open up a fresh bar of soap to prepare for...whatever it is I am preparing for. I am again amazed at my actions, and as I look in the mirror I see someone I don't know. There is a knock at the door. Is it housekeeping? Is it engineering? No, it's a special knock, three times, one time, two times, a combination reminiscent of adolescent tree house security. As I open the door I don't even look at you and I'm pretty sure you don't look at me, but enter in silence. After a few seconds, I blurt out, "Let's get naked before I decide not to do this". We both very slowly and neatly, by force of hotel habit, begin to take off our clothes as if we're winding down a day of out-of-town meetings. It is beyond bizarre. I stack my clothes on one side of the TV console, just like I always do, and apparently you typically put yours on the desk. A minute later we're both in our boxers, stopping just short of full disclosure. You make the first real move of the night slipping out of your boxers and I turn and do the same. Neither of us is paying particular attention to the other until the underwear meet up with their friends on the console and desk. I am breathing so hard my mouth is slightly open. As I look at your naked body I consider this a milestone and simultaneously consider leaving at this moment. I think to myself, "I got to see another guy totally naked. That's something, isn't it? So...good night!" We both glance down and stare at the reason we are here. It is obvious that the situation is exciting to both of us. Precome is leaking out of my cock and yours is throbbing. "Are you ready to get started?", you ask. "Yeah. I'm ready", I say with a bit of a laugh. Lube and...I can hardly believe it...rubbers...are in the pocket of my pants. I fish out the lube and drizzle some on my rod. I hand the bottle to you and you do the same and in a few seconds we're pumping away, the slick, fleshy sounds filling the air. I sit down on the edge of the sofa and you sit on the edge of the bed, facing me. My balls are swinging over the edge of the bed as I continue to get harder and harder. Your cock is a little longer and thinner than mine but very hard and I see that thick veins run its length at the front side. As you pump it up and down the skin gathers then slips through your hand, making your round sack of balls drop down with every stroke. I am enjoying watching this and I am also enjoying masturbating in front of you. Precome is drooling out of both of us. In our online conversations we agreed that things would have a sequence. We agreed to jack off together for a while then 69. I am looking at your penis and I actually want it in my mouth. I want to feel it and I want to run my fingers over your balls while I suck your long cock. I stand up and get the rubbers out of my pocket and hand one to you. We agreed to do this for a few reasons. For one, it's safer. Plus, in a Bill Clinton-esque sort of way, it would not exactly be cocksucking: the only thing that would go into our mouths is a condom, not a penis. Wow, rationalization works quickly and well in a pinch, I realize. "Let's put on the rubbers", I suggest. I hand you a packet and I slip mine over my hard tool. You unroll the latex which barely covers your long dick. We lie down on the bed side by side in a 69 position. Both of us are in good physical shape so there's no immediate physical turn-off aside from what I assume to be a mutual and general aversion to cock our entire lives up to this moment. The condoms are very thin and almost transparent and I can see the outline of your bluish purple knob straining against the latex. You look at my cock but don't touch and neither do I touch yours for a while. Your dick is throbbing slightly and so is mine as we both anticipate that first contact. You smell clean and I'm sure I do also because I showered right before I left. We have a bit of a Mexican standoff for what seems like hours but it's really only a few seconds and at the same time we reach out and begin to touch. It's a first time for both of us and we're no good at it at all. Both of us sort of wince and dislike what the other is doing. You grip my cock too hard and I pull yours back too far. But after a few seconds we start to relax a little and calm down and it's not that bad. Not like with a girl, but not that bad. We both concentrate on stroking balls lightly which is simple and hard to mess up, so that's a plus. I take the dive and the head of your cock slides into my mouth, or rather, a blob of latex slides into my mouth and the head of your cock is inside the blob. It's warm and spongy and really feels odd and not nearly as exciting as I thought it would. The taste of the rubber lubricant is awful. I had anticipated that as soon as a penis made it into my mouth I'd see stars or instantly come or something and that's not at all the way it worked. It was more like a dental exam than an erotic foray. It felt like two fingers in a latex glove in my mouth. It was a huge disappointment that it wasn't more erotic. So, with a lack of stellar gratification behind me, I began to slide my hand over the base of your dick and move my head slightly to allow your cock to slip over my tongue. My mouth is moving over your slender penis and the shape is becoming more evident which is a little more exciting. It's long and thin and very hard, and as I begin to apply more suction the latex clings tightly to the skin. Instinctively you lurch your hips forward and your cockhead surges and bulges into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. Not wanting to gag, I say "Don't fuck my mouth. Just let me suck it, OK? And it's your turn, too." I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth or even more incredibly what was just in it. You consider allowing my condomed cock to slip past your lips and you wince at the thought of it. I am starting to take more of you into my mouth and it still feels really fucking weird, but I do it because I want to experience it. You are still very tentative and I have some advice for you, so I let your dick slip out of my mouth and begin to share this thought. "You know what, dude?", I say, with your cock in my hand. "This may be the first and only time you do this. I admit it's a little weird. OK, it's a lot weird. But if you let yourself enjoy it, I mean really just relax and let yourself be this guy that does this thing...I mean, why shouldn't you? Let's face it: you've already had your cock in some guy's mouth, which is not exactly masculine. If you're going to make a memory, especially if this is the only one, make it worth having. I'm going to suck you until you come in that rubber. And when I'm finished I won't have any come in my mouth but I'll have a crazy memory to go with it. So, relax and let yourself have some fun. You may never be this way again. Remember something: doing this doesn't make you anything you don't want to be. We'll walk out of this room the same as we entered. We'll have an experience behind us, but how much that changes us...well that's up to us, isn't it? You nod as you consider my advice and apparently it hits home because your mouth slides over me engulfing me almost to the base, and you massage my nuts perfectly. My mouth returns to your tool and now both of us have a mouthful. This feels better and feels much less strange if that's possible or understandable. My eyes are closed now and as you buck slightly it's no longer unwelcome. An occasional jab into my throat feels sort of good and I am enjoying the attention you're paying to my hard rod. You become less inhibited and it makes giving and receiving head more relaxing and enjoyable. Your lips smack closed over the tip of my dick and both of us become more comfortable with the situation, licking and running lips over rubbered tools. It's fun. It feels good. It's weird and strange but fun. Knowing that I may never do it again, I am motivated to get the most from the experience and my inhibitions fall away. I stroke your cock, lick the shaft, squeeze the head with my lips, and run the tips of my fingers over your thick, hairy balls. If I am never to do this again, I want a full catalog of activity that I can refer back to. I am extremely excited and I want to be able to re-live this bizarre and unusual encounter over and over again once it has ended. Unconsciously we begin to mimic each others actions and my climax is getting close. I glance down and your eyes are closed and yours is not far away either. We empty our mouths long enough to agree to try to come at the same time because we both know our tolerance and desire for this is going to shoot right into the condoms; I know with absolute certainty that seconds after orgasm I am not going to want to continue this, so timing is critical. Each of us uses the intensity of moans to judge the level of excitement and our estimates are near perfect. A final push lodges your tool halfway down my throat, a warm member stuck in my neck. It feels incredibly weird and I am breathing through my nose as I feel your penis pulse and twitch. This pushes me over the edge and I feel the ridge of my head slip past your lips a few times as I begin to unload in the confines of the rubber. Two screams are muffled by two cocks. It's insane. As your dick withdraws out of my throat and into my mouth it feels slightly different due to the semen that now is now trapped within it, coating your cock. The condom now slips and slides against your penis. It feels weird and now that I have come I want it out of my mouth...immediately. Instantly the ridiculousness of the situation settles in. We separate in silence and I practically run into the bathroom snap off the rubber and step into the shower to wash my pubic area as if I was just sprayed with a cocktail of sulfuric acid and lice. I'm freaking out. I can hear the water running in the sink as you undoubtedly are doing the same. After I shower I wait long enough for you to get dressed but when I get out you have a towel wrapped around you and you quickly walk past me into the bathroom. You shower, no doubt with similar disinfecting intensity, and when you get out I'm fully clothed. I go back into the bathroom to avoid looking at you while you get dressed. I've seen more cock than I want to tonight. Way more. "Let's just...let's just forget this ever happened, OK?", I say. "This is the weirdest fucking thing I have ever done." "Agreed. Forget it and move on", you say. "That was crazy." "I'd never do that again", I said. "I have it out of my system." "Absolutely", you agree. You hand me half the money for the hotel room and we exit the hotel room in opposite directions. I don't want to see your car and you don't want to see mine. I don't want to look at the hotel. I don't want to look in the mirror. As I drive home I taste condom lube on my lips and I go nuts. I stop in a convenience store for a pack of gum, some drinks, snacks...anything to get that taste out of my mouth. Snapple and pretzels works. The rest of the way home I think about what I did and how it felt. With a few more minutes between the experience and now I have to admit that I sort of enjoyed it and once you overcame the repulsion of cocksucking you weren't that bad at giving head. I mean, after all, both of us were good enough at it to make the other guy come, so how bad could we have been? It wasn't that bad I guess. But at this moment I am certain I would never do this again. \*\*\* **The Second Time** The nervousness is equal parts anxiety and anticipation. We've texted each other about the location so I'm in the room when you arrive, but fully clothed. It's a different hotel this time, smaller, cheaper. Paying cash at this hotel arouses no suspicion at all, at least not when compared to our first hookup place. You walk into the room and we make some cordial greetings. You lean against the wall opposite the bed where I'm sitting. "So what exactly are we doing this time?" you ask. "I guess more of the same. I think I'm ready to go a little further. I'm not sure how much further, though. I guess I'm nervous and mainly afraid of diseases." "You don't have to worry about that from me", you say decisively. "I was married for 17 years and unfortunately this is the only action other than her I had since I was 23! No offense!" We both laughed out loud. "None taken", I reply. I add, "I had a few girls in the past few years but I've been tested for other reasons so I'm clean." "I like the idea of being safe", you say. "Yeah, it's just that...like for sucking...it would be cool I think to feel it in my mouth. Sucking on rubber is not very exciting." "Well, I don't know how many more times we are going to do this. I mean, the last time was...different and I liked it, but it's not like I want to do this all the time. And it's not like I want to do this instead of fucking girls." "I hear that. Just been a dry spell for me lately and I'm guessing for you too or we wouldn't be here to suck each others cocks." "Good point. If I had a decent girl I would not be here right now." "But that is not the case, so here we are." "Here we are." Both of us dispassionately undress and crown ourselves with latex. This time I lie down on the bed and spread my legs wide. You move above me and your taut shaft glides over my cheek and into my mouth. I love the feeling. And I love the sudden warm grasp on my cock as your mouth closes over it. I put as much of your tool into my mouth as I can, struggling against the back of my throat. I nearly gag in this position because it's almost a straight shot into my throat, which is totally different than the first time we 69'd. It takes nearly no effort on my part to be orally impaled by your thin hard cock. You are also putting more of my penis into your mouth than you did last time. We're improving. When I need a break to breathe I can't help but fondle your thick sac with my fingertips. I want to feel it on my face, feel the heavy skin rest on my cheek, lick the skin, feel the hair on my cheek. I lick your balls and it feels awesome. My tongue laps against the tightening skin, clean and rough and hairy. My hand is gently nudging your shaft as I continue to caress your pouch with my lips and tongue. I feel dominated by your long hard cock and it's fine. I like it. You are loving the attention to your nuts and are groaning more and more loudly. You start to lick up and down my shaft and it feels fucking incredible. You are smashing your lips against my rod sideways or something. Whatever it is I don't want you to stop. I return to sucking your tool and I wrap my hands around your thighs. You, like me, are not extremely hairy. My hands slide up toward your ass and I am tempted to pull your cheeks apart to see your bud. I do it. You don't even care. I am surprised at this but my fingers creep and crawl upwards, trying to sense when you are going to stop me. You don't. I'm still sucking your cock so I can't even see what my fingers are doing, but I can feel where they are going. My right index finger makes contact with your asshole and you groan on my cock. You obviously like it. I push in just a fraction of an inch, flexing the flesh inward. In an incredibly deft move, you reach for the end table, lube your ass crack and put your mouth right back on my cock. If I weren't so fucking turned on I would have laughed out loud at how amazing that action was. It was as if you've rehearsed it a thousand times. I guess I got my answer whether you wanted me to continue. For someone who only a few weeks ago was squeamish about giving head, it seems you've come a long way. Or maybe your desires center around stimulation of other areas of your body. I am really getting tired of sucking on this rubberized cock but in the interest of safety it's probably a good idea. It just that it seems so...impersonal. But you don't seem to mind a little latex in your mouth at all, and now that your ass is lubed, your body is about to become my personal finger puppet. My index finger slides in tip-deep and you release my cock from your mouth and scream, "That feels great! Yes!" I wiggle my finger in about halfway and it's really warm and snug. I had anal with one woman about 20 years ago on the night of my 25th birthday. I recall how warm she was and how tight it felt. Cathy was a really nice girl and she wanted my birthday to be special. So when we got home from the movies she had it in her head she was going to let me fuck her in the ass. We had dated for about 6 months prior to my birthday and when we got home we got it on and she whispered that she wanted to do it "any way you want it". She was a little shy, oddly enough, when it came to verbalizing what she wanted, so I took the cue and I took my time and slowly and gently fed her ass with my cock. She was shivering, quivering, and loving it, I mean really, really loving it. I had read enough about anal to know that you can't go too slow and too much lube is almost enough. That night was incredible and we both enjoyed it enough to add anal to our sex menu. Cathy took a job in London about 2 months later and I got married the next summer, but I never forgot that night. My ex wife never wanted it up the ass and I wasn't obsessed with anal so the experiences with Cathy were all I ever had. With my finger working its way into your body, my memories of Cathy were returning: how she responded, what she liked. My finger was gently and slowly sliding deeper, bit by bit, when I felt your hips squirm, working my digit inside you. "Deeper", you moan as you greedily devour my cock again. I go all the way in with my finger, then pull out and begin slipping in finger number two. You hiss approval and beg to have my fingers all the way in, and I am happy to oblige you. You smell so clean even now. It's a huge turn on. Finger fucking your ass is very erotic and I am loving your long cock in my mouth. You make the next move, getting off me and getting on all fours on the bed. "You don't have to if you don't want to do this", you say, staring down at the bed. "I'll do it but after I come I'm probably going to be done." I get up to wash my hands and I see my rubbered cock straining. I quickly ask myself if I'm ready to do this. "Why not?", I say out loud in the mirror. You've applied a sheen of liquid to your back side and I'm ready to move in and make the magic happen. I get up on one knee and place the tip against you. "Just go slow, OK?" "Yeah, don't worry. If it's too much, just say something and we'll stop." "OK. I can't fucking believe I'm doing this. I am so fucking horny, goddamit I want this so bad." The tip of my penis nudges against your winked skin and it slips in and wow is it tight. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes", you moan again and again. You move against me and another inch or two slips in. Your ass is so fucking tight it is amazing and you go stiff as extra cock is buried inside you. "You OK?", I ask. "Yeah, it feels ok," you say quietly, "except that it burns. I don't know how much deeper you can go before it really hurts. It's thick." "Maybe we should stop." "No, it's OK. Just let me get used to it, OK?" We are motionless for about a minute as your ass muscles quiver, stretch and relax. You pull away a little then slowly gobble my cock up your back side. You devour my cock so slowly that I can see the skin through the rubber whitening as your tight ass squeezes it. It feels hot and wonderful and I don't know how much longer I can fuck you up the ass before I come. It is all I can do to keep myself from grabbing your hips and fucking you balls deep and unloading, but I know that would be impolite and could get my ass kicked, quite literally. So I let you lead and you begin to fuck yourself with my cock very slowly. "This is so nice", you say under your breath. "I have fantasized about this for years." "Is it living up to your fantasy? I hope so." "Oh, my god yes!", you say with a loud laugh. "It's living up to the fantasy and then some. This is about as perfect as it could possibly be. I love this." "You love getting it up the ass, don't you?" "Yes, I love getting fucked up the ass. I love your thick cock! I love it up my ass! Up my tight ass!" You begin to move a bit faster but no deeper than before and in a few seconds you begin to shake and moan loudly. You start coming and your ass starts clamping down on me, and that sets in motion a domino effect and I begin to twitch. The pressure within is clamping and squeezing my cock so tightly that my come feels like a pinched hose, spraying a jet of high pressure jizz into my rubber. You moan like a whore as I thicken and pitch a tiny bit deeper inside your tight virgin hole. Seconds later I am finished and slide out of your withering body. We stare at each other in silence, in shock and disbelief at what we've just done. **The Third Time** You arrive first. This time it's a seedy, rent-by-the-hour place. This is perfect for what is most likely to be my first time to be sodomized. Turnabout is fair play and I owe you my body for pleasure. I hope you are as considerate as I was, or at least as considerate as I thought I was. We make our requisite introductions and assume the position, this time me on top. "We have to do something about these rubbers", I say with a laugh. "Maybe we should get tested." We continue sucking cock and I finally break away long enough to respond, "that's probably a good idea anyway. Yeah, let's do that. I'm going to be honest here. I like sucking your cock, so I hope we can do this again." "And again!" It's now not the least bit weird to let you cock slide into my mouth, lick it, touch your balls, finger your ass. It's fucking bizarre that a month ago I didn't even know you and now I enjoy feasting on your long cock and just agreed to get disease-tested, presumably so we can suck and fuck without rubbers. This is an odd conversation but no more odd than having a long penis stuffed into my mouth I suppose. You do as I did to you last time, almost exactly in the same order. First, my ass cheeks are pulled wide. Fingers inch toward my tiny pink bud. It's never been touched, never penetrated. My heart sinks with nervous anticipation as I feel a thick finger begin to probe the outside of my anus. Before I left for tonight's adventure I knew what I was in for. I knew I was going to get fucked in the ass so I did some reading (and plenty of masturbating) about anal sex. I made sure I was super clean knowing that your long cock was going to be digging into my body. I was conflicted about how much I wanted to enjoy it. If I enjoyed it too much, I might want it all the time and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. But this was no time for introspection. I had some serious payback to satisfy, and your fingers were getting me ready for the main course. I continued to suck your cock to distract me from being probed like a cheap whore, your hands and fingers finding the hole you want to fill. I'm beginning to understand what you experienced last week and it's interesting and different, and it's an experience I will re-live for years to come. I know exactly what you want and I am eager to give it to you. I move off you and lubricate the necessary parts and offer myself as I get on all fours on the bed. In a sexual tit for tat, you get behind me and the warm tip of your cock pushes just past my tight virgin ring. "OH!", I say out loud involuntarily. "Are you OK?", you ask. "Yeah. I just...I didn't expect that!", I say with a chuckle. "Well what did you expect? A dozen roses, sweetie?", you laugh out loud. "Just fuck my ass, OK!", I laugh. "Just go slow like I did." "Slow? You practically ripped me open." Oh, no, I thought. He's going to fuck my brains out. "Just kidding." Slowly you slide in. We work together to continue to pack your long cock inside me. I am startled when I feel something against my balls and I look down between my legs and realize you are all the way inside me. "Oh, my god your whole cock is up inside me." I look back at you. "I can't believe you are all the way inside me. It feels fucking awesome. I love your balls against mine." "Fucking incredible feeling", you say. "Tight and hot. Fucking awesome." You start to move and the strokes are becoming longer. "Oh, yeah", I moan. "Long fucking cock inside me. Bang my balls with yours." You pick up the pace until you are righteously fucking me up the ass. Your nuts are swinging like a hobo sac and slamming into mine as your long penis drives all the way inside me. The feelings are a mix of pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. In a displaced moment of lucidity, I realize that I am surprised at how much I am enjoying anal sex. You are getting closer and it's obvious because your long thin cock is becoming a long, much thicker cock. I can feel my ass straining to allow your stick to continue to fuck me inside out and I love the feeling of total submission. You grip my hips hard and push your cock so deep inside me it feels like it's coming up into my stomach. You growl and I feel your penis pulse repeatedly as jet after jet of hot come pumps into your condom. After your orgasm subsides and you slip out of me, I am at the edge and I need to come. My ass feels slippery and empty and strangely void, but interestingly enough, not very painful. Once I got used to you inside me it actually felt good. "I'm still tuned up", you say. "Snap it off and come on my face." You sit on the bed and I stand up and begin to jack. I slip off the rubber and immediately I'm ready to pop. You close your eyes and open your mouth and that is more than ample stimulation for me to go to the edge and beyond. I eject huge ropes of come on your face, barely missing your open mouth but depositing thick strings of white juice over your forehead and cheek. I come for what seems like hours and I'm nearly paralyzed by the sex I've had, inside and out. Once again, we stare at each other, but this time we start laughing out loud. "Dude", you say, "this is getting fucking crazy." "Yeah. But the craziest part is that I really, really like it." \*\*\*

Francis Meets a Black Stud Ch. 04

*Well readers, apparently a lot of people want to hear more of this journey into being a submissive black cock cum slut. I must say it was the emails I received that convinced me to continue. Whether I continue past this story will be up to you. Leave comments to let me know how you feel about these changes that are rapidly taking place. Kisses, Francis* \* After I got back to my camper, I packed a bowl and took a few quick hits. I then quickly straightened myself up. My dick was rock hard and I really needed release and desperately wanted to return to my man and worship his cock some more. I needed to cum so bad, but I did not want to until he said that I could. Wow, I have never felt this way before, I just wanted to please him and have his big black cock inside of me somewhere. I still could not believe what I had just done; I had made a video of me dressed only in a bikini sucking his wonderful blackcock to orgasm. I do not know what he will do with the video, but something twisted inside of me hopes he will show it to lots of other people. At this moment, I think I would do anything he requires of me...all he has to do is tell me. Thinking about all of this made even hornier and it seemed that if my dick just brushed up against something that it would begin gushing. I have never been so horny in my life! I snapped out of my daydream and found something else to wear. I decided on just some red stockings that held themselves up with matching red panties and bra. My dick was very much in the way and I wanted to hide it as much as possible. I wanted to look as much like a girl for my man as possible and my dick was just in the way. I carefully kind of pushed it to the left up along the inside of my panties, that helped a little, but it was still very visible. I then decided to add a short black skirt that I had. This worked very well and as I looked in the mirror I thought that I looked good enough to fuck. So, I added some heals and headed across the campground. It was still very much light outside and I just walked out the door without any regard if anyone else had shown up. I was simply spell bound and only cared that I was going to please my man. I was about halfway across the campground when I heard someone whistle and saw someone off to my side. I felt kind of proud and then realized that I was dressed like a cock sucking slut and in public no less. I turned to run when I saw it was my sweet daddy calling me over to a picnic table where it looked like he had set some stuff up. When I got there it looked like he had more cameras. He had set them up around the picnic table at various angles and heights. On the picnic table was a large thick beach towel and 2 pillows. It looked like he was going to fuck me on the table and film the whole thing; thinking about this made me swoon and my knees weak. He asked me. "Well bitch are your ready for some hard fucking?" I nodded my head in the affirmative and meekly said yes. He pulled me close to him and grabbed my ass with his hand and said "What?" I said, "Yes Daddy, I want to be fucked by you" as I reached down and rubbed his cock through his loose fitting pants. That's my girl, he replied and then he sat me down on front of one of the cameras and gave me some instructions. Really all he did was tell me that he was going to start filming and that he would ask me some questions and suggested certain gestures for me. I noticed that each of the cameras pointed at me or at various places on the picnic table also had a small monitor on them and so that if I looked at the camera I could see myself. He started on of the cameras and asked me how long I had been sucking cocks. I responded by rubbing my stomach and saying, only a day. "What kind of cocks do you like?" "I don't like any cocks, but I love black cocks." "Do you mess around with any other kind of cock?" "Only if you want me to Daddy." "What is your name?" "Francis." "What are you Francis?" I began pulling up my skirt and carefully playing with my dick through the panties and replied, "I am a black cock, cum loving sissy that will do anything my man tells me to do." I then stood up and pulled my skirt and panties all the way down and kicked them off of my foot. Now the truth of my statement was revealed. He walked around and started all the cameras to filming while a slowly caressed my dick. I sat back down while I stroked my dick, looked seductively into the camera and licked my lips. Daddy walked over and I felt his hard cock through his boxers and I held it in my hands as I pressed my face against his cock and kissed and gently bit it through his boxers. I sighed knowing that I would soon have this monster fucking my ass. I shuddered as I pulled it out of his boxers and began to kiss the head and lick his shaft. I suddenly remembered that we were in the middle of the campground and not sort of hidden like near the lake and that if anyone drove in that they would see me with this big black cock in my ass. I got scared for a minute, but it quickly passed. I was stoned and very horny, if he had told me to, I would have sucked his cock right beside the highway I he told me to. I did not care about anything else, I just knew that I wanted to please my man and that I desperately needed to cum. I took him into my mouth as deeply as I could. He played with his cock in my mouth for a few minutes and then stepped back, took my hand to help me stand and guided me to the end of the picnic table. He then pushed me down on my back while I just stared at his big beautiful cock that would soon be inside of me. He had placed one pillow so that it was under my ass and made it point up some and the other was under my head and shoulders. Like this the head of my dick was not that far from my face. I just stared down my dick as he picked up some lube and got his cock ready. He then placed the head up against my ass hole and began to slowly push it in me. Holy shit! I almost came just from the feeling and seeing it happen. I then realized that if I looked into the monitor of one of the cameras I could get an even better view. I watched and moaned as he gently worked his cock into me until it was all the way in. Damn this is hot! I thought to myself. He then started pumping slowly in and out until he picked up a good rhythm. He was holding my ankles up in the air as he pounded my ass. I was in ecstasy and knew it would not be long before I came. He started pumping into me faster and faster and then when I thought I could not last another second I asked Daddy. "Daddy, may your cum slut please have an orgasm? I need to cum so badly." I pleaded. He did not say anything for what seemed like an eternity to me. He just had this evil grin on his face. Then he asked "what are you?" "I am your cumslut!" I screamed. "What will you do for me?" "I will do anything you tell me to, just please let me cum!" "What are you?" "I am your cumslut Daddy!" "What?" "A cumslut!" "Just keep repeating that over and over and you may cum." "I'm a cumslut! I'm a cumslut! I'm a cumslut! I'm a cumslut! Cumslut ayyyeee." Cum began to erupt from my dick and was spewing all over my face, I began to try to catch it in my mouth. "Keep saying it!" Daddy commanded. "Cumslut! Cumslut! Cumslut!" Cum was going in my mouth and all over my face. I kept screaming cumslut and began to rub my cum off of my face and into my mouth. I just had to taste it right then. "Cumslut!" I loved the taste of my cum. "Cumslut! Cuuummsluut. I love you Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck your cum slut! Please Daddy! I need you to cum all up inside of me! Cumslut! Cumslut! Please Daddy!" I finally stopped squirting cum all over my face and just looked at my dick for a moment and there was a big gob of cum just hanging there waiting to be licked up. I pulled my head forward and my ass back and grabbed my balls so that I could guide my dick to my lips I barely got my lips around the head and greedily slurped it up. It is usually about now that I begin coming down from my orgasm, but not now, not this time. I just wanted to please my man and have him cum all up inside of me. I just kept yelling," Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your dirty little cumslut! Fuck her hard!" I could feel my cum that was smeared on my face begin to dry, I felt like such a slut right now. I looked across my still rock hard dick into one of the monitors and saw daddies black cock pounding my white ass good. I started panting and feeling the need to cum again. I felt his cock flex in my ass and knew he was about to cum and I was about to again as well. "Give it to me Daddy, cum all up inside your little white cumsluts ass." He then pushed deep into me and began to explode in my ass. I grabbed my balls and yanked my ass up where he could push deeper into me. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around my dick with the head in my mouth and a little more. I began swishing my tongue around and pulling my balls toward head even harder. Once again I was cumming and cumming hard. I started to gulp it down, but changed my mind and just let it stay in my mouth and I just kept on cumming. Daddy started pounding my ass again as he continued to cum. This made my dick bounce back and forth in my mouth. Wow! Was what I wanted to scream, but I had a mouth full of dick that was quickly filling with my own cum. Finally he settled down a bit and gave me one last thrust and big squirt of cum and he became still. I took my dick out of my mouth and looked into the monitor of the camera that was pointed at my head to see that I had mouth full of cum. I then hungrily looked into the camera and swallowed and opened my mouth to show it was all gone. I then began kissing and linking the head of my dick as I milked the last bit of cum from it and swallowed again. I just kept kissing the end of my dick and saying "cumslut! Cumslut! Cumslut!" Daddy regained his composure and slowly pulled his cock out of me. This left me feeling weird and empty inside. I tried to get close to him, but he told me to go clean up and to come see him tomorrow wearing something slutty that I could wear in public. He began to break down his cameras and I picked up my skirt and panties. I was beginning to feel guilty again and turned to ask him what he was going to do with the videos. But his back was turned to me and I chickened out. I just turned and walked to the women's bathhouse to clean up. The way my ass felt made me feel very odd and my bouncing still hard cock humiliated me with every step. I must look a mess and when I got to the bathhouse I saw that I was. There was cum drying on my face, tits, necks and bras and even in my hair. I looked like I had been in a gangbang. I knew I would have to walk to my camper to get some soap and shampoo. God, I hope no one drives in and sees me like this. I tried to cover myself up as I walked to get shampoo. He must have looked up from what he was doing and told to put my hands down and to show off my depravity and to walk like a proud cumslut. I obeyed him and walked to get the shampoo and a towel. I went ahead and took off my stockings and bra, left them in the trailer and walked back across the campground naked to the women's bathhouse to clean up. I began to feel his cum running down my legs and decided that I should take care of that first. I sat down on the toilet and gave a little push and damn he had cum a lot. But I do not think he came as hard or as much as me. Damnit, he has a video of me looking like this. Fuck and I must have loved it because my dick is still hard. A few minutes later he joined me in the women's bathhouse and made me wash his body. The sexual high had gone and all I felt was self loathing and humiliation at his commands. When I had cleaned him thoroughly he made me make love to his cock with my mouth for a few minutes while he gave instructions for tomorrow. He told that I should not have another orgasm no matter what unless I had his permission. That I should at the campground by 5 and freshened up and sexy at his camper shortly thereafter, he also told that me that I should wear something sexy, yet something I could wear in public. My first thought was I have the perfect outfit, my second was damn it, I have the perfect outfit and I will wear it for him. I dried him off with my towel; it was too wet to do me much good after that, so I walked back to my camper naked and wet with a hard on. I tried to sleep but I tossed and turned all night having nightmares about what was happening to me. I did not want to play this game anymore. Finally it was time for work and I got up and tried to get dressed. My horniness had calmed down a bit, but it was still very distracting. Work was difficult and one time while this old lady was droning on about something my mind wandered off and I got a ranging hard on at this sweet little old ladies house. Damn that was humiliating, but luckily we were sitting at her kitchen table and I was able to dismiss myself quickly without her noticing. I felt so damn guilty after that. I canceled my appointments for the rest of the day and headed back to the campground. This has to stop. I stopped at the liquor store and picked up a bottle and some chaser. I got to a dirt road that cut through to the road the campground was on and packed myself a little bowl and took a couple of shots. I knew right then what I had to do.

Bedroom Windows Ch. 04

Lou Davis sat silently behind his desk. Through his door he watched young Jennifer Bracken walk into the office, gingerly set her purse down on her desk and give a smiling hello to one of her co-workers. Lou’s eyes moved from her face down to her body. It was only last Friday when he had peeled the panties off of the very drunken beauty. He could still taste the sweetness of her pussy and its tightness as his large black cock had slipped inside. He was actually surprised that she came to work. He figured by this time she would have quit out of embarrassment or had the cops arrest him. What he really hoped for was that she didn't remember a thing. He knew he had stupidly gone too far and put everything at risk for a little white pussy. He could only hope. That hope, along with his raging hard-on seemed dashed a moment later when Jennifer stepped into his office, shut the door, looked him in the eye and said sternly "I need to talk to you, now." Jennifer knew she had him. The look on his face told her he was already preparing mental excuses for what happened. She knew he wouldn't need them though. She walked up to his desk. "I need you to promise me that you'll never let me drink that much again. I was up most of the night getting sick and only this morning do I feel even remotely like myself again." She smiled at him genuinely. "and if you ever buy me another shot I'll kick your ass." Lou seemed to be in shock. He was barely able to respond when she thanked him for getting her home safe and made him promise to stop her from drinking next time. Lou sighed silent relief as she headed out of his office. As she walked back to her desk his eyes instinctively focused on her ass and wondered if any of his huge load was still inside her sweet little body. His hard-on returned as well as a big smile. Jennifer sat at her desk trembling from excitement. She knew Lou thought he was busted and now he was realizing he had fucked her without her ever knowing. Perhaps even now he was planning on how to get her again. She loved that thought. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a disturbing phone call. Her mother. Dad was back in the hospital again and she would have to go out to Minnesota and help out. She called Mark at work and gave him the news. He said he would make flight arrangements for her. Lou was more than kind in giving her extended leave time on condition that he would get to take her out to lunch upon her return. Mark. He had come home un-expectantly on Saturday even before she went to pick up Pop. So much for Pop's lucky night, for now anyway. She was surprised how disappointed she was on his early return and even more disappointed when Mark fucked her that night. It was so plain, so regular, so taken for granted. It was only when she recalled the image in the glass of Lou pumping away at her did she orgasm. Minneapolis, a town where she grew up and knew well. She hadn't lived there since at 18 she and Mark moved away together. It always felt weird to be back. She arrived late and when her mom picked her up at the airport they drove straight to the care center. They drove through some of the seedier parts of town and Jennifer stared out the window at the blinking lights of Minneapolis nightlife, mostly bars and strip joints. One extra glitzy strip joint's marquee had 'Amateur Week' blinking boldly. She wondered what it would be like to show complete strangers her body. A sexual shiver rushed through her body. She knew she would have to find out. After spending several hours at the hospital, Jennifer and her mother drove home. Jennifer would have fallen straight to sleep if not for the wetness between her legs. Her fingers worked her clit as she imagined strange men slipping dollar bills into her g-string as they gawked at her creamy white tits with dirty dirty thoughts on their minds. Her body shook as she came and she bit her lip to avoid moaning out loud. The next morning they headed back to see her dad. He had collapsed a few days ago and bruised his hips but would be able to go home in a week or two. In last nights drive Jennifer hadn't noticed that the care center was on the outskirts of the University of Minnesota campus. Her Mom spoke up, "I'll show you where the bus let's off so you can stop by tonight. It will be a great relief to get back to work while you sit with dad." Her work consisted of bringing meals to the elderly and visiting the lonely until early evening and was glad to help. After their visit they stopped by the mall for lunch. Since her mom just wanted to look at the latest purses they split up for a few. Shortly thereafter Jennifer found herself inside Frederick’s Lingerie. Thinking of the strip club she picked out a few outfits for fun, even trying one on, a black g-string with a semi see through top and a long black silk robe. She imagined the eyes watching. A few minutes later she walked out of the store with her new outfit along with a few pairs of sexy panties. A few hours later Jennifer was standing naked in front of the mirror. She had just shaved her pussy bare except for a tiny triangle of soft blonde hair just above her slit. Again she wondered if men would really like her body. She felt her boobs and knew men liked them bigger but at a B-cup they were still nice and firm. She wasn't sure she had the courage to go up and dance in front of strangers, but would find out when and if the time came. Derrick Wilson spotted her getting off the bus. He had just sat down on the grass after throwing the football with his frat mates. He watched the pre-occupied beauty walk slowly up the street looking around as though she was lost. A few seconds later he was walking next to her. “You look a bit lost,” he said in an engaging tone. Jennifer looked up at the handsome young man and smiled. Even though she knew where the care center was, she liked his attention and let him direct her to the front door. “Dude, what are you doing?” blurted his friend to him a few minutes after Jennifer had disappeared inside the building. “Gonna bag me a soccer mom my man.” He high-fived his buddy. “But ain’t she married?” “Married with two kiddies at home…five hundered miles from here. She’s all alone and in need to be Derricked”. “oh yeah?” “Twenty bucks says I have her panties pinned up on the board within a week.” He gloated. “I’d like to see you win that bet.” It was dark when Jennifer emerged from the care center. She gave Mark a quick call on her cell phone and gave him an update and that she was heading straight home to bed. She hung up and stared down the street to where the bus stop was. After a moment and a sigh she headed towards the stop. She clutched her large handbag that still contained her new outfit. As she approached the stop a taxi came into view. Without thinking her hand went up and the cab pulled over. A moment later she was headed to the other side of town. For a minute she thought about Derrick. She wasn’t sure why she lied about having kids to him but when he asked if she was a soccer mommy she couldn’t resist. Slightly embarrassed Jennifer had the cabby drop her off a block away from the strip club. She entered the club trembling. "12 dollar cover includes one drink" a young man blurted as he had said so many times before. Jennifer started to open her purse. The man reconsidered. "Or are you here to dance?" Jen nodded her head. The man looked her up and down quickly and then smiled. "Cool, you go this way." He hopped up and opened a different door. "Just go down this hall and through that door, they'll get you set up." She slowly walked down the hall and entered a large room. Several young girls were sitting around smoking. A large woman came over to Jennifer with a clipboard. "Hi, I’m Roberta. You here for amateur night?" Jen nodded again. "First name?" "Jennifer" "Stage Name?" Jennifer thought for a moment. The best she could come up with was Lacey. "Topless only, House gets fifty percent. You'll be on in twenty minutes along with Destiny over there." Destiny gave her a smile and showed her to a seat next to her. She quickly pegged Jennifer as a newbie and Jen gave her the quick low-down on needing money in a hurry which Destiny immediately sympathized with her and introduced her to the other girls. Jennifer let her put her hair in pigtails and they all agreed it made her look much younger. After a bit of lipstick and tons of eyeliner Jennifer was ready as she ever could be. Walter Jennings had already been in the club for a few hours nursing drinks and watching the regular titties dance by. He had thought about leaving until the announcer introduced the first amateur lady of the night. He watched Jennifer stumble out and his first thought was how stupid a name was Lacey for a girl wearing satin. He laughed to himself. Jennifer was grateful that two other girls were dancing at the same time as having all eyes on her would have been too much. As it was, it took nearly ten minutes for her to lose her robe. A table full of businessmen finally persuaded her to step off the stage on to their table to dance. With only minutes left in her set and then men chanting “We want tits! We want tits!” did she finally unclasp her bra. Closing her eyes, she let it fall to the table amidst their cheers. Walter watched the happenings with interest and a smile. The new girl had a nice body and a cute pert set of tits. He would need to get a closer look at them the next time she came out. But by the frightened look in her eye he wondered if she would be back. Jennifer wondered as well. Back in the dressing room she sat with a frightened puppy look in her eyes. She wasn’t turned on at all. Perhaps this wasn’t what she thought it would be. Destiny sat down and handed her a rum and coke. They talked for a bit and Jennifer relaxed as the alcohol hit her system. Twenty minutes and a second drink gave her enough courage to give it another try. Back on stage again, Jennifer was more prepared. She made her way from table to table enjoying the way the men looked at her and they way they eagerly slipped dollar bills into her g-string. At least two older men told her that they were in love with her. Another made her blush with his wish of gripping her ponytails like a motorcycle handlebar while she wrapped her lips around his cock. Walter watched with anticipation. The young blonde was making her way to his table and she was looking better with every step she got closer. She also began to look more and more familiar. By the time she was on his table he swore he knew her, her eyes, her smile. He watched her short dance, marveling at her cute body and puffy nipples. After another moment the song ended and she took his dollars, thanked him and got off the table. Her voice rung a note in his head. Walter was pretty damn sure he knew who she was. And if this was the case it was an age old dream come true. A few minutes later handed Roberta a bill and asked if Lacey’s name wouldn’t happen to be Jennifer. “Oh yeah, Nice girl, dire straits, needs the money bad.” When Jennifer got back to the dressing room she was much happier this time. She had done what she had wanted to do although the thrill wasn’t at all what she had hoped. She figured to grab a cab and head out. Destiny came over to her and congratulated her on a great second run but added a warning. “Stay away from the big bald guy he was eying you up and down. He’s nothing but a big perv and’ll stick his finger right up your snatch if you gave him half a second.” Jennifer recalled him. “He seemed nice enough to me.” “Oh, old Walter will screw with your mind if you let him. Hell he was just recently fired for making a pass at one of his students, the old fuck.” “Students?” “Yeah, used to be a guidance counselor over at central for years. Bet he perved on all the girls.” “Huh.” Jen blurted in thought. “Just stay away from him, k Jen? I gotta run and pick up my kid from his dads. Hope to see again soon. Luck.” She gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek. Jennifer watched her leave and sat down again. Now this was something different altogether. Mr. Walter Jennings. Yeah, she remembered him well although back then he had a full head of hair and a beard. It was no wonder she didn’t recognize him with clean shaven, bald headed look. Not to mention the 60 plus pounds he had put on. And yeah, he was a pervert. She could easily remember the few times in his office where his look would always drift downward to her chest. It had always made her feel uncomfortable but also always made her nipples get hard. Just like they were getting right now. Maybe she wouldn’t leave just yet. As she made her way back to the stage she handed Roberta half the tips. Roberta grabbed her arm lightly. “Hey, baldy seems to remember you. Give him a good show.” When Jennifer came out for her third dance she was much more relaxed and at ease due to the alcohol and more than a little excited knowing her old guidance counselor would be ogling her, know exactly whose tits he was looking at. She knew he would want more of a show and she was going to give it to him. It was only a matter of minutes before she was down to her tiny leopard panties. Pretending not to notice Walter and the $5 laying on his table Jennifer made her way off the stage and around to the surrounding tables. Walter watched and waited. He hoped she wouldn’t recognize him as it would surely freak her out and scare her away. Jennifer had to make her way to the stage often as her panties were quickly loaded with bills as this time she was a bit more accommodating. She played with them even allowing a man in a suit that dropped a ten for her to place his face between her tits as she squeezed them together. Even the fingers that slide one-dollar bills into her panties felt good but what excited her was that he was watching, watching this innocent ex-cheerleader get dirty. It was only minutes before her set was over that she stepped her tiny foot onto his table. "It's about time!" Walter laughingly chided her. About time he got a close up view of her tits and ass he had so long coveted. Once on the table, Jennifer got on her knees and began to caress her breasts while her hips gyrated slowly to the music. Up close she could see indeed it was Mr. Jennings. He may have looked totally different but those glasses and voice gave him away. He looked into her eyes and then exactly as he had done fourteen years ago let his eyes drop to her chest. Except this time there was no tube top, just her bare breasts for him to enjoy. Her hands slid down her legs and picked the five up off the table. Pulling the waistband of her panties out a few inches she tucked in the $5 and let it snap back. All the while Walter's eyes stared intently at her tits. Jennifer rolled over and stuck her butt up in the air. When she looked back she slightly shocked that he had his face less than an inch from her ass. She felt him put his hands on her ankles, sending an electric quiver throughout her entire body. She quickly rolled over. "I don't think you're allowed to do that." Jennifer blurted, sounding almost scared. "Sorry, it was an, umm, accident" He smiled and threw down another five. "Keep going" He had regained his composure now. Jennifer gladly started again, this time allowing him to put the five in her waistband. His fingers on her inner thigh again sent waves of pleasure through her body. She squeezed her tits right in front of his face. Walter leaned in and whispered, "20 bucks, let's see the kootch." He slipped the twenty between her squeezed tits. If it were anyone else in the bar, she would have left the table. Jennifer looked around. It was dark, loud and the two new dancers had most others attention. Walter wasn't sure what she would do and was slightly surprised when she kept the twenty and laid back on the table. She put her feet on the table with her knees in the air and spread. Then he watched as the once young Jennifer Walsh, voted sweetheart of the year, slide her finger between her crotch and her panties and slowly pull them to the side exposing herself to him. A perfect slit, with lips seemingly swollen and a small tuft of blonde hair. He could barely think of half the ways he wanted to lick/suck/fuck her before she was off the table, leaving him with only a devilish smile. Walter quickly made his way to the ATM machine. Backstage Jennifer was all a quiver. She didn't even care about all the money she had. She took a deep breath and fought off the urge to massage her swollen clit. It was time to go now, head back home to bed where she would rub herself into oblivion. She knew she had made Walters' night, perhaps his week, month or year. A few minutes later Roberta came over to her. Jennifer held up half the money for her. "Not yet blondie. Gentleman wants a table dance with you." "Which man?" As if she didn’t know." "Large bald guy, curtain number three. You want it or not?" Jennifer thought for a moment. She had already showed him everything. He wanted to see it again. This could be quite fun teasing him. "Umm, yeah, sure, I guess" Jennifer got back up and dressed in her original black satin outfit. She smiled at the thought of poor Walter drooling to see her body again. Walter knew the rules. No touching. He didn't care. He knew she needed money and had already broken one rule by showing him her cunt for 20 bucks. What would she do for fifty, a hundred, two? He waited quietly on the soft velvet couch. He recalled the day in his office as he and the then 18 year-old Jennifer discuss career choices. He would never forget the white tube top she wore that day and how it hugged those cute little tits of hers. He could make out the shape of her nipples through the material. Oh how he wanted to jump to her chair and just pull down the top and suck on them. He had fucked Jennifer a hundred different ways in his fantasies that year. His thought was interrupted by the curtain being pulled back and a timid looking Jennifer walking in. Jennifer looked around the small enclosed space. "Hello." she blurted nervously. "Relax, I'm just trying to help you out, I know you need the money." Jennifer looked at him sharply. Walter grinned, "One of the girls mentioned it. I can tell you've never done anything like this before." Jennifer looked down in false embarrassment. "Last resorts suck." It was exactly what Walter wanted to hear. "Well, we'll see what we can do." he encouraged. "Just have some fun and dance for me for a few, I'll help you along." He knew she must be in some deep shit to have to resort to nude dancing, but he really didn't care a lick about her problems, he just wanted to get his hands on her tits. Nothing in the world like a fantasy coming to reality. "You're very kind..." "William, my name is William." Jennifer perked up, "Well okay William" Just then the music started. She took off her robe and tossed it on the couch. Walter tossed down a twenty. She began dancing for him. "Now, off with the top" he said as he threw down ten. Jennifer closed her eyes as she undid the hooks behind her back and removed the bra. With one hand she tossed the bra on the couch while the other instinctively covered her breasts. Walter softly grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm from her chest. He let go when she obliged. At that moment he noticed the slim white band on her tanned finger. Poor little housewife out to save her pitiful hubby who at this moment had no idea how far she was going to help him. It would be farther than she would ever expect. "Sorry, nerves" she said with a soft smile. She continued to dance as seductively as she could. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen yet. Walter tossed out another twenty. “Come closer, let me get a better look at your tits.” Jen moved closer, she rubbed and squeezed her tits only inches from his face. Another twenty. “Now squash them around my face like you did the other gentleman earlier.” Before she had a chance to move she was looking down at his bald head that was now pressed between her breasts. She felt his hands on her thighs. “William?” she stuttered. William sat back and lied. “It’s okay, rules are more relaxed back here.” He took two twenties from his pocket and set them on the table. “Now why don’t you turn around, sit on my legs and give me a real lapdance.” Jennifer was mesmerized as his hands slowly turned her around and pulled her down on his leg. “Now just grind into my leg like you were fucking it.” Walters voice had become much more stern. He knew he was in control of this naïve young woman and now entertained dirty thoughts than just pawing at her tits. Jen was stunned at his order, but followed directions, staring at the growing pile of money on the table. Despite her nervousness she was still quite wet and it felt heavenly to grind on his leg. She felt his hands on her waist slowly begin to slide up her body. Her hands covered her breasts but his strong hands forced their way under them and began to squeeze and knead her tits. “That’s a good girl. You listen good.” After all these years he finally got his hands on those creamy white pert little beauties. Yes, her body had held up well. A few more years and it would be too late, but for now she was still quite ripe. Jennifer continued to grind herself into his leg. His large sweaty hands were now massaging and pinching her nipples hard. She began feeling uncomfortable and for the first time wished she could leave. She knew he wouldn’t let her. She felt his hands slid from her breasts and down over her belly. One hand disappeared and she felt him slide two more twenties into her hand. “Put these on the table.” She obeyed. As she dropped the two on the table he took her hand and guided it downwards. Suddenly she felt her finger wrapping around his short but fat cock. “William no.” She softly protested even she allowed him to move her hand up and down on his shaft. “Just look at the money. Keep going and there will be more, stop and it’s gone.” When he felt Jennifer’s tiny hand begin to rub his cock on her own he allowed his hands to return to her body, one to her breasts, the other wrapping around her waist and over her pantied crotch. He wasn’t surprised when her legs spread slightly giving him better access. He could feel her wetness seeping through her panties already. Poor repressed housewife is gonna have one sterling confession this Sunday. “Bend over so I can get a better look at this ass.” he ordered. Jennifer felt him push her off his leg and she leaned over the table, staring down at the pile of money. His clammy hands were all over her ass and thighs. Suddenly a fifty dollar bill appeared in front of her eyes. “Read the fine print on that for a few minutes.” Walter knew she would be quiet as he pulled the silky black material of her panties to the side, revealing her wet slit to him once again. When his finger touched the lips of her pussy, he felt her jump slightly as she took a quick breath. He thought he heard her whine. “That’s a good girl, don’t move.” He whispered as his fingers spread her lips. He placed his thumb over her clit and began massaging it. Jennifer closed her eyes and swooned as his thumb worked her. Her hips seemingly moved on their own as his thumb dipped deeper and deeper inside. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she should go. She fought the urge to orgasm. She was so wet she could hear his finger slipping in and out of her. A hundred dollar bill suddenly appeared. “And now for the coup de grace my wet little student.” Jennifer felt his grip tighten on her hips and begin to pull her down on him. In an instant she felt his fat cock slip inside her. “Oh god, William, No” she blurted. William put his hand over her mouth tightly. “SHhhhh…” With one hand covering her muffled cries of protest and the other going from breast to breast he pumped his cock into her. Jennifer was 18 again, they were in his office on his chair. Her tube top was pulled down and he was fucking her. He was going to cum inside sweet little Jenny Walsh at last. Suddenly Jennifer felt him pull her down hard and hold her still. His cock spasmed and she could feel the jets of cum emptying inside her. For a minute her held her still on top of him until he was at last spent. He then pushed her off of him and she fell to her knees on the floor, her face hidden in shame. He got up, zipped his pants and turned to her. “Thanks for the dance. Let’s do it again tomorrow, huh?” He said crudely and reached for the pile money. He laughed knowing the look on her face when she found out she was just fondled, probed and fucked for a one dollar bill. Another moment he was gone. Jennifer left without even touching the money. In the cab home she struggled with what had just happened. She had to stop, it was getting out of control. It would stop. Later that night in bed Jennifer had her most power orgasm ever as she recalled how Mr. Walter Jennings had forced himself inside her and how he squeezed her so tightly when he came. How happy he must have been knowing he had just raped his ex-student for a buck. She could feel his cum that was still in her. Although she wouldn’t return to the strip club Jennifer continued to enjoy teasing Derrick each day. She didn’t question why he was always there near the stop when she arrived and shrugged off his flirtations as though she was too naïve to realize he wanted to be more than a friend. She knew how easy it would be to let him fuck her, but she wanted him to feel luckier it as though he had somehow managed to seduce a faithful soccer mom. She loved that term. Each day she played him better and better, including the day she cried about missing her family. Derrick was becoming more and more resigned to the fact that he was NOT going to bag a soccer mom. Jennifer was too faithful and showed zero indication that she was interested in him. He had one last hope. If somehow he could manage to get her to come to Friday’s usual frat party he could use a bit of liquor to ‘loosen her up’. Well, perhaps a lot of liquor. He was even more surprised that on Friday afternoon Jennifer took him up on his offer. A cold beer sounded great after a long stressful week and that after her visit she would meet him. Jennifer was already prepared, as she carried no purse, just the money in her jeans. A nervous Jennifer made Derrick wait until 11pm before she emerged from the center. Derrick was once again as engaging as ever and made her feel right at home back at the house. With her hair in a ponytail she felt that she didn’t look too much older than the kids there and she was glad when no one except Derrick and his roomie paid much attention to her. After two beers she already felt a buzz coming on. She wanted to stay in control of the situation so she rejected their offer for a third but did accept a cup of very weak tasting punch. Someone said ‘Smile!” and a bright flash followed as someone took a Polaroid of her. She had no idea that it was made with grain alcohol. It wasn’t until about four cups and an hour later that hit seemed to hit her all at once. Suddenly she could barely stand. Derrick was now leading her somewhere down the hall. Once in his room Derrick shut the door and began to kiss her. Jennifer returned his kiss and was now more than ready to let him have her. Of course she still managed a few “Why are you doing this to me?” and “But I’m married, my husband…” as his strong hands roamed her body and he kissed and bit her neck. Reluctantly she allowed him to remove her shirt and slide his hand under her bra, impressed with how quickly he managed to unclasp it. When he began sucking on her tits, Jennifer closed her eyes and put her head back to the wall. His rhythmic sucking as though he was a baby nursing drove her wild. Then she felt him push her downward to her knees. When he pulled his cock out of his pants she marveled at it for only a moment before wrapping her lips around it. Derrick smiled. He actually almost felt bad that this faithful wife was suddenly on her knees sucking cock and about to be pounded. By the way she was sucking he knew she needed it though, all cute wives and moms should slip off to a college campus and get fucked every so often. He gripped her ponytail and forced her to suck faster. He would have cum already himself if it weren’t for all the beer, which was fine because he wanted to fuck her good and hard now. Shortly with a few words of encouragement he led Jennifer to the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. The leopard panties were too much though. He watched them drop to the floor. He laid her back on the bed as he took his own clothes off. His eyes never left her pussy. He could almost taste it. And then he did taste it. Jennifer just let it all happen. In just a few moments she was cumming on his face and again as soon as his cock entered her. Derrick took his time though, enjoying fucking her in many positions, lastly being doggy style. The way her ass shook when he slapped into her, the grip of her cunt, the sound of her muffled grunts when he shoved it in deep was too much. He gripped her hips and trust in deep. His cum flooded into her. Derrick climbed off of her and Jennifer watched his naked butt as he wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Closing her eyes she laid her head back and let the mix of sex and alcohol course through her body. It had felt like heaven wrapping her legs around the young stallion as he pounded his ever hard cock into her. She began to drift off. Jennifer came back as she felt Derrick climb back on the bed and spread her legs. When she opened her eyes she was shocked. It wasn’t Derrick that was poised above her, it was his roommate Eric. But before she could even say a word his cock was in her and he began fucking her furiously. Her protests quickly abated as the room began to spin. She was barely aware when he climbed off of her and another young man took his place, and then another. At one point she opened her eyes when someone was kneeling next to her head. He had turned her head towards him and jammed his cock in her mouth. At the same time someone had lifted her legs onto their shoulders and began fucking her. Jennifer briefly became aware that there were many people in the room laughing and cheering. She never noticed Derrick standing next to the bed with his video camera capturing all the action. Another moment later she heard a loud grunt and her mouth was flooded with a hot load of cum. She pulled her head back and his next wave of cum sprayed over her face. Another cheer and chants for ‘Turk!’ soon followed. She would be barely aware of the parade of cocks that fucked her every which way, although she would remember how Turk had flipped her over on her belly and raped her ass. Although raped was hardly the word as she remembered the painful pleasure it had given her. At about 3 am she woke, feeling sick. She grabbed a nearby tee shirt and sweatpants, put them on and ran for the bathroom. When she got back to the room she was unable to find her clothes and decided to get out of there. She never noticed her panties pinned to the bulletin board below her picture where they would remain for the rest of the year. As quickly and quietly as she could she left, eventually hailing a cab which she would have to pay when she got home. Jennifer slept most of the next day and only awoke when her mom came home from the center with her father. She sat in bed for quite awhile trying to recall all what had happened and was soon to remember why her pussy was so sore right now. Once again a rush of mixed feelings filled her. When she went to the bathroom and took off the unfamiliar shirt she was shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Aside from the cum that was matted in her hair and crusted on her body there was something else. All over her body, in black marker, were the names of the boys who had fucked her. On her breasts, stomach, thighs and pussy were more than thirty names. She stared at herself for a long time. What would Mark think if he knew his loving wife had just been gang-banged in a fraternity house. Once in the shower, Jennifer was careful to not clean off the names. She wouldn’t be flying home until tomorrow and she wanted to feel the names on her for awhile. Despite the soreness of her pussy, Jennifer rubbed herself to an intense orgasm as various of bits and pieces of last night came back to her. Later that evening she marveled on how satisfied she was now with her sexual exploration. She just wanted to be safe at home again and leave this slut behind. Perhaps now she could go back and once again be Mark’s wife. And perhaps not….

Hotel Hooker? Ch. 1

Sue was on her knees, naked except for stockings. The fingers of her left hand gently tweaked her erect nipple, while the middle finger of her right hand quickly fucked her dripping wet pussy. Tim's cock slid in and out of Sue's hot sucking mouth. "God damn baby," Tim gasped, " you're the best cock sucker that I ever had. Take my cock deep. I'm going to cum soon, I want to cum in your mouth." Removing his cock out of her mouth for a moment Sue panted, "Yea baby I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your sweet cum." She had never let any of her boyfriends shoot in her mouth before; yet here she was, telling a man that she only met a couple of hours ago that she not only wanted him to cum in her mouth, but she wanted to swallow it. She felt Tim's cock swell in her mouth. Sue knew that he was about to cum. To her utter amazement, Sue was excited not revolted by the thought of eating Tim's seed. She wanted, no needed to know how his semen tasted. "Oh baby, suck me baby. Tim moaned. I'm there, I'm cumming. Goddamn, suck me dry." Tim's cock jerked, and began to shoot his thick hot jizz into Sue's hungry sucking mouth. Sue sucked and swallowed the first couple of squirts, completely enjoying the sharp, salty taste. Then a dirty idea flashed through her thoroughly horny mind. Sue held the remaining shots in her mouth. After Tim finished cumming and removed his cock from her mouth, Sue leaned her head back, open her mouth, showed Tim his cum pooled in her mouth. She swirled her tongue in the viscous white fluid, then closing here mouth, she swallowed visibly. "That was truly hot," Tim gasped, still breathing heavily from his orgasm, "now it's your turn." He gently lifted Sue to her feet, kissed her, and led her to the bed. Once in bed Tim and Sue began to kiss passionately, tongues intertwined, hands gently stroking. Sue's hand caressed his back, working her way down to his ass, and around front to grip his already hardening cock. Tim's hand had quickly found Sue's soft, firm tits. With thumb and forefinger Tim massaged Sue's erect nipple. Her tits were small, but they were incredibly sensitive. Sue moaned into Tim's mouth. Taking his mouth from Sue's, Tim began to kiss his way down her neck towards her heaving tits and swollen nipples. As Tim's tongue swirled around her hard, half inch long nipples; his hand made its way toward Sue's passion swollen labia. As soon as Sue felt Tim's finger touch the outer lips of her pussy, she thrust forward driving his finger all the way into her. "Oh God Tim," Sue almost shouted in her passion, "suck my tits baby, finger fuck my hot pussy. Finger me faster Tim, I'm almost ready to cum." Tim released her tit from his hot sucking lips, and finger fuck Sue as fast as he could. "Cum for me Suzy," Tim ordered, "squirt you girl-cum all over my hand." With her back arched ass held high, Sue was trying to impale herself on Tim's deeply fucking finger as wave after wave of ever increasing pleasure washed over her. "I'm cumming Tim, I'm cumming," Sue was really screaming now. Tim could feel her cunt muscles contracting as Sue's orgasm reached it's peak. When Sue's orgasm finally subsided, she wanted a softer kind of touch to ease her down. "Kiss me darling," she said with a satisfied smile. Tim withdrew his finger from Sue's steamy cunt; and began to move his finger back and forth between her sopping wet pussy and her tight puckered ass hole. He was using her pussy juice to lubricate her nether hole. Sue wasn't sure if she liked the idea of something in her ass, but as Tim's finger penetrated deeper her fears ebbed and her passion re-ignited. "That's nice Tim," Sue breathed, "I like it when you fuck my ass with your finger." "Let's see if I can make you cum by fucking your ass with my finger," Tim said. Shifting position slightly Tim began kissing Sue around and below her navel. "Is there somewhere else that you might like me to kiss?" Tim asked with leer. "Yes Tim, yes," pleaded Sue, "kiss my clit, suck my pussy, fuck me with your tongue." Licking his way down to the seat of Sue's passion, Tim's tongue found the hard bud that was Sue's clit. Tim flicked his tongue across her love button a couple of times, causing Sue to shudder and moan with pleasure. "Timmy that's wonderful," Sue intoned, her voice low and husky with her building passion, "suck my clit, make me cum again." Sucking her clit into his mouth, Tim gently grazed it with his teeth. At the same time his finger was swiftly fucking her tight ass hole. Sue's was pushing her pussy into Tim's hot sucking mouth. Her ass was lifting off of the bed as her orgasm reached the boiling point. Sue grabbed a pillow and covered her face as she screamed out the most powerful orgasm of her life. "OH MY GOD TIM, I'M CUMMING, GOD I'M CUMMING SO HARD!!!" Sue's voice, somewhat muffled by the pillow, was still almost a shriek. Sue continued to moan for several seconds as Tim removed his finger from her ass and eased his mouth off of her love button. "I guess you kind of liked that?" Tim asked playfully. "No one has ever made me cum like that," Sue panted, still out of breath. "I've just gotten started," Tim returned, "and you've only just begun to cum." With that Tim dove between her still spread legs, opened her pussy lips with his fingers, and fucked his tongue into her steamy box as far and as fast as he could. Almost instantly Sue began writhing with pleasure, her breathing becoming faster and faster. "Jesus Christ Tim," cried Sue, hoarse with passion, "what are you doing to me? I'm going to cum again. Eat me baby," Sue begged, " fuck my hot pussy with your wonderful tongue." Tim could feel the muscles of her pussy contract, Sue thrust forward trying to get as much of Tim's tongue into the throbbing, turbid, target that was her pleasure center. "Oh, oh Tim, oh I'm cumming again Timmy," screamed Sue, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, "oh God, I'm cumming so hard again." As her orgasm ebbed, Sue begged, "Stop please, I can't take anymore." Changing positions again Tim asked with a grin, "Are you ready for me to replace my tongue with something longer and harder?" But before a wide eyed Sue could even answer, he had thrust his hard cock to the hilt into her tight, dripping wet, incredibly hot pussy. "Fuck me," Sue gasped with a combination of surprise and ecstasy, "fuck me like I never been fucked before." "Christ," exclaimed Tim, "you have the tightest pussy I have ever fucked." Tim leaned forward to kiss Sue. She responded by pulling his whole weight down upon her, and wrapping her arms around his neck and crossing her ankles over his ass. The impassioned pair thrust at each other for all they were worth. After several moments of intense fucking, mouths still locked together, Sue moaned out yet another orgasm. Tim responded to Sue's thrust and hold, by stopping his own jabs. When Sue's spasms waned, Tim broke their kiss and asked, "Would you like to get on top?" "Do you mean it?" an eager Sue returned. "You better believe it," Tim said. Even as he spoke he was lifting Sue and turning them both without pulling his hard cock out of her sopping love tunnel. "I want to see your pretty little titties above me," Tim went on, "and I want to watch your beautiful pussy devour my hard cock as we fuck." "Do you really think I have nice tits?" Sue breathed, as squeezed her sensitive mounds. "I think you have two of the prettiest titties that I have ever seen," was Tim's honest response, "and I love watching you feel yourself up while we fuck." Removing her hands from her heaving chest, Sue leaned forward, "Suck my titties while I ride your hard pole," Sue demanded. "I love the feel of your big, hard, throbbing cock buried deep in my pussy," whispered Sue, as she repeatedly lifted herself up and nearly off of Tim's cock, only to slam herself down hard, fully impaling herself on Tim's up-thrusting love muscle. Releasing her lust swollen nipples from his hot sucking mouth Tim lay back down. "Ride my cock baby," Tim grunted, his words almost an animal growl, "fuck yourself on my hard pole, I'm gonna cum soon." Picking up the speed of her thrusts Sue cried, " I'm cumming now." Leaning all the way forward Sue locked her mouth onto Tim's as she moaned and shuddered in orgasmic pleasure. Her orgasm ended, Sue got off of Tim. Got on all fours next to him and said wantonly, "I want you to fuck me doggy style." As Tim got into position behind her, and shoved his blood engorged cock deep into her lust soaked fuck hole Sue cried out, "fuck me, fuck hard, fuck me like a bitch in heat." Pounding his hard rod into her pulsating pussy as hard and as fast as he could, Tim yelled out, "I'm cumming, can't wait any longer. Yea, here it comes baby." "Yes Timmy, yes," wailed Sue as she felt his scalding hot semen shoot again and again into her well fucked love tunnel, "fill me with your hot cum. Send your seed all the way to my womb. Yes, oh God yes, I'm cumming too." Tim pressed forward, firing his full load deep inside her inner most chamber. His arms wrapped around her tiny waist, hands holding her small breasts. As he pulled her back to him she raised herself up and pushed back against him. Locked in their embrace, the couple came together as they shared a powerful mutual orgasm. For fleeting seconds that seemed like a blissful eternity they held together, finally the two lovers collapsed together on the bed. Exhausted but happy, Sue lay in Tim's arms marveling at how a woman who had never fucked on a second, much less first date, found herself having intense, thoroughly satisfying sex with a man she met only a couple of hours ago. Her mind wandered back to when she first saw Tim... Sue Henson was sitting at the right hand corner of the hotel bar when Tim Nickles walked in. She was a local professional woman who worked near the hotel. Since it was Friday, Sue decide to stop in for a couple of drinks before going home to an empty apartment. Sue was vaguely aware that the hotel had a reputation, but she thought of the place as a neighborhood bar. Tim was a visiting businessman who decided to start his last evening in town at the hotel bar. He had heard that the bar was the occasional pick up spot for the best, most expensive, and least obvious working girls in town. Tim had been told that the hookers who worked out of the hotel bar dressed very conservatively. Just to look at them, he was informed, you would think that they were business or professional women. That they usually sat alone at the right hand corner of the bar was the only other clue that he had been given. Tim had never hired a prostitute before, but tonight, he thought, might be the right time. As he approached the bar Tim realized where Sue was sitting. She was dressed as a business woman. Sue was wearing a matching jacket, and knee length skirt. Under the jacket she wore a plain white blouse. Tim chose a seat in the middle of the bar. Sat down and ordered his drink. After taking a couple of sips from his drink, Tim called the bartender over and asked him to offer the young lady at the corner of the bar a drink. When Sue accepted, Tim walked over and stood next to her. "Hi," Tim said with a smile as he offered his hand, "I'm Tim. You look like you could use some company." Sue shook his extended hand. "You're right," she smiled back at him, "I could use someone to talk to. My name is Sue." Sitting down next to Sue Tim began, "I have never done this kind of business before; so I guess I should start with finding out how much for the whole night?" It took a second or two for Sue to realize just what Tim was asking, but with that understanding came the memory of where not to sit if she was alone here. Sue was not angry. She considered Tim's proposition to be an honest mistake. At first Sue intended to tell Tim that he had made an error, that she was not a prostitute; but then another thought occurred to her. Why not have some fun with this idea. "Well," started Sue, "I don't usually do all-nighters, but for fifteen hundred I might be persuaded." She was sure that with a price like that Tim would back down. Tim had no intention of changing his mind. He thought Sue was very beautiful, incredibly sexy, and yet had an air of innocence that made her even more desirable. "Sounds like a good deal to me," Tim said with a smile, "of course for that price I expect that you will do whatever I want. I am not," he continued, "into pain or bondage, so you should feel perfectly safe." To her utter surprise, Tim excepted her offer. Sue could not believe how turned on she was by the idea of selling her body to this stranger. She had never even considered sleeping with a man on a first, or even second date before. Yet here she was, getting ready to have sex with a man she just met, and for money no less. Leaning over, and rubbing her small tits against Tim's arm Sue whispered, "So when do we get started." "I'm starved," Tim said with chuckle, "so the first thing we are going to do is get some supper." "Sounds wonderful," replied Sue as she took Tim's arm, "I haven't eaten since this morning. Where are we going?" "The hotel has a great restaurant," Tim informed her," and this lounge has live music that will start in about an hour, so we don't need to go anywhere." The hotel restaurant suited Sue just fine. Although the bar's reputation was less than perfect, the restaurant was considered one the best in town. Should anyone she knew see her, she thought, they would simply think she was out on a date. The couple entered the restaurant and asked for a quiet table for two. As they were being seated, Sue took her jacket off. Tim could clearly see Sue's white lacy bra through the thin material of her white blouse. Thinking that this would be a good time to get things started, Tim leaned forward, and speaking quietly, said, "I want you to go into the bathroom, and take off your bra, panties, pantyhose, and any other undergarments that you are wearing." "But Tim, " a startled Sue responded, "this blouse is so thin that if I take my bra off, you will, I mean, um." "You mean," Tim interrupted with a lascivious grin, "that everyone will be able to see your tits? That is exactly what I want." Wondering why a hooker would care about someone seeing her tits, Tim went on, "Is there a problem with my request?" Even as a part of her mind was balking at Tim's plan, another part was getting even more turned on by the idea. "No, no problem at all," Sue smiled back at him, "you just caught me by surprise. I'll be happy to take off my underwear. Just one question though," she continued, "I'm wearing thigh highs, not pantyhose, do you want me to take them off too?" "Thigh highs are sexy," grinned Tim, "they can stay. However, you won't be wearing your jacket anymore tonight." "I know," this time it was Sue's turn to grin, "if I'm going to show off my tits, then wearing the jacket would be silly." Just then waitress arrived and took their order. As soon as the server left, Sue rose to her feet and said, "If you will excuse me for a moment, I am going to the ladies room." Once in the ladies room, Sue entered an empty stall, turned, closed and locked the door behind her. She then lifted her skirt reached up and pulled her white cotton bikini panties down around her knees. Another quick movement took the panties down over her shoes, off and into her handbag. A moment later her bra followed. Having completed the main reason for being there, Sue did her second. She peed. Wiping herself with a piece of bath tissue after peeing had always been just a necessary chore, but not this time. Because she was already so turned on, the simple act of wiping herself made her shudder with pleasure. Deciding to take further advantage of the situation, Sue dropped the soiled tissue into the bowl; and began to gently massage her clit. Within seconds she was dripping wet. Slipping a finger inside here steamy hot pussy, Sue finger fucked herself to a fast silent orgasm. Thinking that she had been gone long enough; Sue composed herself, grabbed her purse, and left the stall. A quick stop at the mirror to check her hair and make-up showed Sue just how see-through her top really was. Her silver dollar sized dark aureoles were plainly visible. Even more obvious were her nipples. Fully erect due to her excitement, they were almost a half inch long. Sue paused a moment, not sure if she could go out in public like that. Lost in thought, Sue had not heard the other woman walk up next to her. "God," the stranger uttered, "I wish I had your courage." "What do you mean?" asked a startled Sue, glancing at the intruder. "I'd never be brave enough to wear a top like that without a bra," the woman answered. "Maybe," she continued, "I could if I had breasts as beautiful as yours." "Beautiful?" surprised, Sue looked at herself in the mirror again. She had always considered herself to be reasonably attractive, but she had never been happy with her tiny breasts. "Beautiful?" She asked again, " you think my tiny little A-cuppers are beautiful?" "Oh yes," the woman replied with evident feeling, "I'd trade my C's for your A's any time. "But why?" an astounded Sue inquired, "all men love big boobs, and you fill out clothes so much better." "You might be right about the clothes," the stranger chuckled, "but not all men are into big ones. As for the ones that are, the only way you could get them to look you in the eye would be to put eyes where your nipples are." When she stopped laughing, Sue smiled brightly at her new friend and said, "Maybe you"re right. Let's see if he likes theses." Shoulders back, head high, chest out, Sue walked proudly out of the washroom and back to her table. ... Tim's strong hand had been gently caressing her tits as she reflected on the night's beginnings. The pair had been spooned together with Sue in front. Now Tim's touches became more intense, and he began kissing and nibbling on Sue's neck and earlobe. My God, she thought, as Sue felt Tim's cock growing and hardening against her ass; he wants to fuck again. She had never before done it more then once in a night. With a mixture of surprise and anticipation, Sue responded by grinding her ass against Tim's throbbing member. "I see your not ready to quit yet," Sue purred, her pussy already becoming wet and ready. "Not at all Sweet Cheeks," Tim replied, "but let's start with a shower. It will invigorate us for round two." "You're the boss," Sue affirmed, "a shower sounds heavenly." The two lovers entered the bathroom. Sue, seeing the toilet said, "I've got to pee, why don't you adjust the water." Sue slid her stocking off, and sat down to pee. "Do you like water sports?" Tim asked as he watched Sue peeing. Realizing that Tim was not talking about lakes, rivers, or the shower, Sue answered truthfully, "I've never tried. I'm not sure if I'd like it." "Never mind," Tim said, turning back to the water, "if we ever get together again we can talk about it then. Waters ready when you are." As she got up and stepped towards the shower, Sue replied, "I'm coming." "Not yet you're not," Tim returned with a chuckle, "but you soon will be." As Sue entered the shower, Tim pulled her to him. Under the soothing spray of warm water the couple's lips met, parted, and their tongues touched, and danced together as their mutual lust began to build anew. "I'll wash you first," Tim suggested as he picked up the soap, " turn around so I can start with you back." Tim's soapy caress was better then any massage Sue had ever received. He washed her whole back, arms, neck, and ass cheeks before he moved around to her front. His large hands completely covered Sue's small tits. Soapy fingers repeatedly brushed over pebble hard nipples. Reaching behind her, Sue grabbed Tim's already hard cock, and slid it between her legs. The head of Tim's manhood rubbed against Sue's nether lips as he dropped one hand to soap her cunt hair and clit. Hips grinding into hips, soap slicked hand caressing blood engorged flesh soon took Sue over the edge. "Cummmming, Cummmming!!," Sue exploded. "Good God Tim, how many ways can you make a poor girl cum?" Sue panted, as the couple broke their embrace. "Don't know," was Tim's offhand response. "I haven't even started washing you below the waist yet," he added as he knelt down and began to wash her legs. Tim washed each leg. He started with her dainty foot and worked his way up to her crotch. When he finish, he gently pushed her legs apart and started to wash and rinse her clit, pussy, and ass hole. Still on his knees, Tim said with a smile, "Now it's time to see if I did a good enough job." He licked across Sue's slightly parted pussy lips and up to her enlarged clit making her start a bit. Then to her surprise, he turned her around, spread her butt cheeks, and stabbed his tongue her into ass hole. This was an experience that Sue had never had before, and it was definitely one she liked. "Oh Tim," Sue exclaimed, "that's wonderful. Lick me, lick my ass hole darling, I'm almost there already." It took mere seconds for Sue to start cumming. "Damn, I'm cumming again." Sue turned, knelt down and embraced Tim. "That was a terrific bath," she beamed, "now it's your turn." Sue knew what she wanted to do, so she quickly washed Tim from the waist up. Then knelt and followed Tim's example and bathed him from the feet up. Now she was where she wanted to be. Slowing her pace, Sue carefully washed Tim's puckered ass hole, cum swollen balls, and rock hard cock. Taking another page from Tim's bathing rules, Sue grinned up at Tim and said, "Now to make sure you're clean." Lifting his cock, Sue started licking at Tim's ball and tongued her way up to the mushroom head of his erection. Once she reached the top, Sue swirled her tongue around the bulbous tip, then slid the head into her mouth. "You are such an incredibly good cock sucker," panted Tim, "one might think you love being on your knees." "MMMM," mumbled Sue, her mouth still full of cock. Releasing Tim's phallus from her mouth she said, "Perhaps I do." Even though she said it in jest, she knew it was also becoming true. Reaching the final chapter of Tim's bathing technique, Sue turned him, spread his cheeks and tongued his bung hole. Yet another first in tonight's growing list of firsts. "AAAAAAAHHH," groaned Tim, as he pulled away from Sue's tonguing. Turning, he bent and lifted Sue to her feet, kissing her tenderly he said, "You are one talented little bitch. Lets dry off and get comfortable." "Tim?" Sue began, "would you be angry if I said I was thirsty and wanted to get something to drink?" "No," Tim responded with a smile, "I wouldn't mind a little something either. What would you like?" Tim ask as he pulled his pants on. "An ice cold Coke would be wonderful," cooed Sue. "Sounds good," Tim acknowledged, "I'll be right back." As Tim walked out of the door, Sue remembered the rest of how this strange and fantastic night began. ... After the pair enjoyed a light supper and some pleasant conversation, they returned to the bar. They took a booth in a dark corner. As soon as the waitress left with their drink order, Tim slipped his right arm over Sue's shoulder, his hand cupping her right tit. Sue had never been fondled in public before. One part of her mind wanted to make him stop, but another liked the sensations created by his gently caressing hand. Meanwhile, his left hand had found her nylon clad knee. Once there, Tim's hand slipped under her skirt, past the top of her stockings, and on to her exposed, wet, and ready for his touch, pussy. Sue realized that she like the idea of being groped in a public place. The naughtiness of it, and the possibility of being caught added to her growing excitement. Besides, she told herself, she was supposed to be a hooker. So as Tim's hand headed for her pleasure center, Sue did what she thought a prostitute would do. She opened her legs to his touch. Tim's fingering had only just started when they were interrupted by the waitress returning with their drinks. Just as the server walked away the band began to play a slow song, Tim got up, took Sue by the hand, and led her to the dance floor. Dancing close, Sue's head resting on his chest, Tim decided it was time to tell Sue how the main event would begin. "Before we get to my room," Tim told Sue, "you will have removed your shoes, and pulled your shirttails from you skirt. If we are alone in the elevator, and I will try to arrange it, I will completely unbutton your top." Lifting her head from his chest, "Okay," was all she said. "There's more," Tim continued, "once the door of my room closes behind us, and before we get all the way into the room, I will take off your blouse and skirt. As soon as your skirt is off you will drop to your knees, strip me from the waist down, and give me your best blow job. Not only do I expect you to swallow when I come in your beautiful mouth, but I want to hear you ask me to." For one brief moment Sue considered telling Tim the truth, but she was more turned on then she had ever been in her life. She could not say why, but Sue felt certain that Tim would satisfy her as no one ever had before. "I'll do whatever you say," her voice soft and submissive, "tonight, I belong to you completely." ... A quiet tap at the door brought Sue back to the present. She hopped off of the bed and almost ran to answer the knock. Remembering that she was naked, Sue hesitated at the door a moment. "Tim?" she called quietly. "Yes," was his muffled response. Sue suppressed her desire to hide behind the door as she opened it. Instead she stood boldly in the open doorway, proudly displaying her nakedness to Tim. "What took you so long?" Sue asked with a grin, as she took the soda Tim offered, "I was getting lonely." "Lonely, or horny?" he taunted, returning her smile, as the couple returned to the bed. "Hmmm," Sue seemed to consider, "perhaps a bit of both. "Tim," she continued, as she stroked the growing bulge on Tim's trousers "I'm naked, and you still have your pants on. That doesn't seem right." "You're so right," Tim beamed back at her, as he stood and reached for the snaps at his waist. Quick as thought, Sue dropped to her knees, pushed his hands away, and said, "allow me. Remember how much I love being on my knees for you." Sue swiftly remove his pants, took a long drink of her soda, and covered Tim's erection with her ice cold mouth. "Eeyow," Tim barked, "I'll fix you, you little bitch," Laughing, he picked Sue up, and threw her on her back on the bed. Straddling her midsection, he used his knees to pinion her arms to the bed. Grabbing a soda can, Tim pressed the cold bottom of can first to one tit and then to the other. "Oh, you bastard," Sue was laughing and twisting, trying to get away, "that's fucking cold." Tim held the cold can to Sue's nipple, suddenly he replace the icy can with his hot mouth. "What a sensation," Sue cried, "do the other one." Obediently, Tim placed the cold can on Sue's other tit. "Ooooh," she shivered, "now suck it and make it all nice and hot." When Tom released her tit from his warming mouth, he smiled at her and asked, "maybe I should do the same thing to your sweet pussy?" "Hmmm," Sue considered, as she eyed his erection, "don't you have something else nice and hard that you could put there?" "Well," Tim replied playfully, "I have a hard cock, but it hot, not cold." "I don't know," Sue retorted, trying to sound doubtful, "do I want a cold can, or a hot cock?" "Since you are having trouble making up your mind," Tim chided, "perhaps I should just use the can." As Tim move the soda can towards her pussy Sue cried out, "No, no, the cock, give me your cock." Laughing, Tim rolled off of Sue and stretched out next to her. Snuggling up to her, he whispered in her ear, "Do you really want my cock again, Suzy?" Hugging herself tightly to him, Sue responded with feeling, "Yes Tim, I want you to fill me with your cock again. I want you to fuck me long and hard. Tim," Sue added, "would you sixty nine with me first?" Tim kissed her, deeply, passionately, "I'd love to eat your sweet pussy while your talented mouth sucks my cock," he said as he kissed his way down her body. In a moment his mouth was over Sue's dripping honey pot, and his hard cock over her waiting mouth. Tim's tongue dipped between Sue's lust swollen cunt lips to taste the heady nectar that seeped out. At the same time, Sue was pulling Tim's hard cock to her mouth. Seeing a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip, Sue licked it up enjoying the flavor. Sue then took as much of Tim's cock into her mouth as she could. Tim began to buck his hips, and Sue to bob her head up and down fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. Meanwhile, Tim's mouth moved rapidly back and forth between sucking Sue's hard clit, and fucking her steamy pussy with his tongue. Moistening his little finger with her cunt cream, Tim began probing Sue's tight puckered ass. Moans and heavy breathing, the sounds of licking and sucking, were the only noises the couple made for many minutes. Tim knew when Sue came. Even though she had made very little sound because her mouth was filled by his cock, he knew. He could feel her tense, shudder, and then relax. Sue withdrew Tim's cock from her mouth, "Timmy," her words almost a moan, "I want to eat your cum. Please feed me your sweet cock cream again." Tim got up, turned around, moved between Sue's beautiful, spread legs, and speared his raging hard-on into her girl-cum drenched box. "Suzy, I would love to cum between you sweet lips," he panted, his voice hoarse with lust, "but just in case I can't get it up again tonight I want one more good fuck." Sue was thrilled to have Tim's throbbing manhood thrusting inside of her. She knew it would not be long before she was cumming again. "Fuck me Tim," Sue sighed, "I love way your cock feels fills me up." This time Tim's thrusts were long and slow. Sue could feel her orgasm building the same way, long and slow. It was starting in her fingers tips, and toes, and in the follicles of her hair. Building like a tidal wave, as it approached the molten core of her pleasure. "Make me cum Tim, make me cum," Sue begged, "I'm almost there." "Me to baby," Tim panted, the speed and power of his strokes increasing, "I'm almost there too." "Tim," Sue pleaded, "don't cum in my pussy. I still want to eat your jizz." The tidal wave broke, and Sue had the most powerful orgasm of the night. "OH, GOD TIMMY, I'M CUMMING," Sue was screaming, and bucking like a bronco, "FUCK ME, I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD. FUCK ME BLIND." Her orgasm finally subsiding, Sue renewed her request, "Cum in my mouth Tim." By this time Tim was moving forward to give Sue what she wanted. No sooner had Sue taken Tim's pulsating member into her mouth, then he started to cum. "Suck me dry," Tim howled, as spurt after spurt of thick white cock juice filled Sue's mouth, "oh baby, you are wonderful." "That was one hell of a finish to a great fuck Sue," Tim complimented her, "but you did not have to. I would have been perfectly happy filling up your perfect pussy with my seed." "I know," Sue murmured, as she cuddled up to Tim. "The first time you came in my mouth," Sue explained, "I had to do it. Not that I minded," she added with a smile, "but this time it was because I really wanted you to. I am glad though, that you decided to fuck me one more time. That fuck led to several small and one unbelievable orgasm." "I'm please that you had a good time. I don't know about you," Tim sighed, "but I'm thoroughly fucked out and ready for sleep." "Me too," was Sue's quiet reply, "I'd love to spend the night in your arms if you'll let me." "Nothing would make me happier Sue," Tim returned with warmth, "but what about business?" Sue had all but forgotten that she was supposed to be a hooker, "the morning will be fine to take care of it," whispered, nuzzling Tim, "sleep now." "All right," Tim said drowsily, "I have to leave about eight to catch a morning plane, but the room is paid for until noon. You can stay until then." Sleep quickly overtook the exhausted pair. ... Sue awoke to thin steamers of light filtering through the widow curtains. A glance at the clock told her it was six thirty, her usual wake up time. Looking at the sleeping man next to her made her replay the nights adventures quickly in her mind. Sue was completely satisfied. She began to run her hands along Tim's sleeping form, to her surprise he had an erection. On finding this, her only regret was that her poor pussy was to sore too fuck or even be sucked now. This did not surprise her, after all she had been fucked more and harder last night then in the last six months put together. Not wanting to waste a good hard cock, Sue tossed the blankets out of the way, moved down and slowly slid Tim's cock as far into her mouth as she could. Sue was in no hurry. Her actions were slow and deliberate. Just as slowly as she sucked it in, Sue withdrew it. She had repeated this action twice when Tim began to stir. Sitting up to get a better view, Tim asked with a grin, "Are you on overtime?" "No silly," Sue smiled back at him, "I have this rule. Any man who makes me cum more than a dozen times in one night, and lets me sleep with him, earns a free, non-reciprocated blow job. "I'd hate to break the rules," Tim chuckled, "work your oral magic. Tim got comfortable, and Sue crawled between his legs. Taking up where she left off, Sue took Tim's hard cock back into her wet mouth. After sucking him deep a couple of times, she worked her way down his throbbing shaft to lick and suck his cum swollen balls. One at a time, she gently sucked each of his gonads into her mouth. After she had given a little attention to both balls, she carefully lifted Tim's ball sac; and licked the sensitive underside. Sue worked here way further down. Teasing her tongue near, but not quite touching his ass hole. All this time Tim had only been making animal noises. Now he broke his silence, "do it Suzy," Tim begged, "tongue my ass hole, lick my poop shoot. You're incredible." Sue obeyed, flicking her tongue over Tim's shitter. Then pushing her tongue into his ass as far as she could. "That's great lover," Tim exclaimed, "now go back to sucking my cock." Happy to comply, Sue moved from Tim's ass to take his throbbing cock back into her eager mouth. Pausing, Sue looked up at Tim and said with a smile, "I think you're getting close. Do you want to feed me again?" "I'd love to feed you again if that's where you want it," Tim returned. "Would you like to see yourself cum in my mouth?" Sue inquired, remembering something she had seen in a porn flick. "You bet baby," Tim called enthusiastically. Sue got up from between Tim's leg. Propped her head with a pillow, and told him, "Fuck my face baby, fuck my face until you cum." Tim straddled her chest, and shoved his cock into Sue's waiting mouth. A dozen strokes and Sue knew Tim was about to cum. Sue moved his erection a couple of inches out of her mouth. Pointing Tim's piss hole at her wide open cum hungry mouth and jacking him off as fast as she could Sue begged, "feed my Tim, feed me your hot delicious cum." "Yea Suzy, jerk my cock," Tim commanded, "I want to fill your hungry mouth with my cream." Tim started cumming. He watched as the first five shots fired from his cock straight into Sue's eager mouth. Then Tim grabbed her head, and pushed his still spurting cock between her lips. Sue's lips closed around his member, and sucked until he stopped cumming. Sated, Tim fell back on the bed, with a sigh he told Sue, "Every time I think I know how good you are, you find a way to show me you're better." "That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me," Sue confided. "It's getting late, you had better start getting ready." After a quick shower, and a small room service breakfast, Tim was ready to leave. Tim opened his wallet, and counted out fifteen one hundred dollar bills. These he placed on the dresser. He smiled at Sue. She was still naked, and sitting on the bed. "Last night was one the best times I've ever had," touching the pile of bills Tim added, "and worth every penny. I have your number, and I will use it when I get back here." Sue looked at the money. Just as she was about to admit that she was not a prostitute, and that Tim should keep his money, Sue remembered that living room set that was a thousand dollars more than she could afford, so she said, "I'm going to miss you Tim, I have your card. I promise if I'm ever in your town I will look you up." Waving a final good by, Tim left. Sue did not know it yet, but her old life was over. Her new journey would begin when Tim returned in a few short weeks.

1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 05

**VIII -- Discoveries** "Pick up, pick up," Kaylee growled, sitting in the coffee shop by herself with one leg crossed over the other, bouncing up and down nervously. Luke either didn't have his cell phone, or he didn't want to answer it. It took everything she had to resist chucking her caramel latte across the room. Or better yet, at the nerdy kid with the glasses and afro that couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Pervert," she whispered to herself, but deliberately giving him a dirty look. He quickly looked away. Kaylee dialed a different number. "Hey, baby," Bradley said. "What's up? I get off work in an hour or so; I was thinking we can run up to the lookout, just you and me..." "Not right now, Bradley," she said, ignoring the standard chitchat. She wanted to get straight to the point, "Luke's sister said you beat him up pretty bad a few days ago. Is that true?" "She's smoking crack. Of course it's not true," Bradley said. Smoothly changing his tone, he told her, "You know, I was thinking tonight might be a good night for us to go past second base. Since schools out for a couple weeks for Christmas break, why don't we take it a little further? I know you keep saying you're not ready, but I'm saying tonight's the night to swing for the fences and get that home run. You've been keeping me from slamming something grand into you for way too long..." "Really, Bradley," she said, clearly agitated with his crudeness. "I told you we're not doing that any time soon so tuck your bat away. Besides," she snapped, "Quit changing the subject and focus. Someone hurt Luke really bad." It wasn't easy, but she tried her hardest to bring his attention back to planet Earth. Bradley always had a way of focusing on his own selfish needs at the most inappropriate times. "And, you'd better be telling the truth about not hurting Luke," she threatened, sounding almost venomous, ready to carefully analyze his response. "I said it wasn't me," he replied defensively. "He probably mouthed off to someone. For a nerd, he's got a big mouth. There's no doubt he insulted the wrong person this time; it doesn't surprise me he got pounded." "Don't be insensitive. He's a good guy. I don't think he would do that." "Really? You think he's some perfect guy, like he wouldn't ever say anything bad to anyone," Bradley asked her, obviously annoyed. *Oxygen thief,* Kaylee thought to herself, recalling what Luke called Bradley during one of their study sessions. Ok, so Bradley did have a good point, although it didn't seem like Luke's normal nature. She'd never heard him talk negative like that to anyone else, at least. But still. "Look, I don't care what Luke says. Can we just drop it and talk about something else? Like me, and you, and the lookout," he said smoothly. Kaylee sighed, "We'll see. Right now that's the last thing on my mind. I need to talk to Luke, and he's not picking up his phone. I won't bring him up again, ok?" Bradley was angry. He snapped, "Do you know how much time you've been spending with him compared to me? I let it slide at first because I know you wanted to get your grades up, but come on! It's like you'd rather be with him instead of me! Let's think about your priorities, Kaylee!" Deep down, she knew he was right, even if his mouthing off was starting to get to her; she hadn't seen Bradley much at all lately. "Ok, I'll tell you what. Let me talk to Luke first, just to make sure he's ok, and then tomorrow night we can go to the lookout after you get off work. I'm not going to give you a home run," she said seductively, "but I might let you steal another base." After hearing Bradley purr on the phone, she said, "If you behave and start acting nice, I just might let my fingers walk all over your body, maybe scratch my fingernails lightly up and down your chest, and drive you absolutely insane. Kay?" He was so easy, Kaylee thought as she snickered to herself. She could practically hear his moan in the background, along with a soft, "Ok. I can't wait, baby," before he hung up the phone. \--- After promising Bradley that she'd spend more time with him, Kaylee was determined to talk to Luke that night no matter what. Besides, she just couldn't let the situation fester. She picked up a big bouquet of balloons and a get-well card, and just for fun (and something of an inside joke), she also found a book for him that she knew he'd absolutely love. If he wouldn't pick up the phone, she'd go over and see him. She was a little nervous, she had to admit. Kaylee really didn't want to see Luke's mom and dad, especially if they thought her boyfriend beat up Luke. If happy-go-lucky Faith was upset with Kaylee, who knows what Mrs. Patton wanted to do to her. She was the one person she really didn't want to lock horns with because she knew she'd lose. Carefully, she pulled her Beamer alongside the street, a few houses down from Luke's. With a heavy sigh of relief, she realized she might have a chance to avoid the parents since the Mustang wasn't in the garage and the Challenger wasn't in the driveway. Now, if she could just get Luke to answer the door, she could explain to him that it couldn't possibly have been Bradley that jumped him. Luke probably never saw who assaulted him and just assumed it was Bradley. "Well, this is it," she told herself as she slid out of her car, carefully balancing the balloons, book, and card in her arms as her high heels reached the pavement. The walk to his house felt exceptionally long. She was uneasier in that moment than she when she took the midterms. Despite her full arms, Kaylee tried to straighten out her white pleated skirt and pink/black zebra striped tank top the best she could before she knocked on the door. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been more nervous. The door swung open. "Hi, Kaylee," a bubbly Faith said with a warm welcome, much different from the last Faith she ran into at the mall. "Oh, wow, I love those balloons!" Faith looked guilty for a moment and changed subjects. "Kaylee, I'm glad you came by. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I treated you at the mall. Like I said, I just figured you knew it was Bradley and didn't care what happened to my brother since midterms were over. I feel rotten for even thinking that. It's obvious," she said, referring to the balloons, "how much of a friend you are to Luke. I shouldn't have doubted you." Kaylee looked surprised, "Faith, you have no need to apologize to me. I just wish I heard about this sooner. Which is what brings me here..." Clearing her throat, she reluctantly asked, "Is Luke home?" "He's home, but I don't know if he wants to see you," she said apologetically with a conflicted look on her face. Kaylee looked distraught, "You have to convince him, Faith. I just want to talk to him. Well, even more than that, at the very least I just want to wish him well after what happened to him, regardless of how he was hurt." The more she talked, the more she felt like giving up. "Oh, never mind. Just please give these to him," she asked, holding out the gifts. Faith shook her head and sighed, "I can't do that to you, Kaylee. Please, come in. Just know I'm breaking a promise to Luke for you; I told him I wouldn't let you in." She felt awful but somehow managed a nervous laugh as she walked inside. Kaylee said, "It's that bad, huh?" "He's just being a big baby. If he can't see how much of a sweetheart you are, then it's his loss," Faith said. Somehow that made Kaylee feel a little better. "He's in his room. Aaron's in there, too." That didn't make Kaylee feel better. She didn't need an audience. "Ok, Faith. I owe you one." Faith smiled, and for the first time ever Kaylee saw her devious side, "Good; I was wondering who I could ask for a ride to the mall for the after-Christmas sales; now I know!" Laughing, Kaylee said, "You little extortionist! Well, in all honestly, I'd love to." \--- "It's open," Luke said as she knocked on the door, unaware and uncaring of who wanted in. Kaylee carefully opened the door. "H-hi, Luke," she said meekly, bracing for his response. *So this is his room,* she thought to herself, looking around at the clutter of electronics, scattered books, and super-hero posters littering the wall. Luke was staring at the television, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk in a careful balancing act so only the rear two legs were on the floor; one of his arms was in a sling but somehow he managed to keep his body tilted to the side, able to use both hands on his controller. Kaylee unsuccessfully tried not to gasp when she saw the shiner on Luke's face; his eye was really, really black. Her instinct was to run forward and comfort him, but she managed to resist. Aaron was sitting at Luke's computer processing video footage; his camera was plugged in to the computer. Knowing Aaron, the footage was probably part of the never-ending documentary of who-knows-what that he was working on. When Luke heard who was at the door, he paused the game and lowered his chair to the floor. She thought she heard air escaping from his lungs as he gave her a weak hearted, "Hello Kaylee." She could tell he was trying to be polite but he didn't hide his annoyance very well. "What are you doing here? I guess Faith let you in?" Aaron got up and tried to slink out of the room. Kaylee smiled, looking forward to the privacy, until Luke said, "Aaron, it's cool, you don't have to leave. I'm sure this won't take long." Kaylee said, "Don't be mad at Faith. I kind of persuaded her. Here, these are for you." She held out the balloons, the card, and the book. Luke seemed confused at her gesture, but his look of inconvenience had softened. Carefully turning each balloon, he took the time to read all of the get-well and feel-better quotes. "Thanks, Kaylee, you didn't have to do that." "I know," she said, digging the toe of her high heel into the ground, twisting the tip back and forth on the floor and holding her hands behind her back. "The balloons and card are my way of saying get well. The book is something of an early Christmas present. Faith mentioned a while ago you collected older books." Luke looked at the book. "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl..." His voice trailed off. Kaylee held her breath. She didn't think Luke would get the joke at first until she saw just the tiniest of smiles creep up on his face. "I thought I'd get you a much happier version of Lord of the Flies. No one dies in this version and they all eat candy," she teased. Kaylee thought back to the moment when she and Luke had first studied in the high school library. He had subtly called her Veruca, as in Veruca Salt, the spoiled girl in the book whose father would buy her whatever she wanted. She didn't catch it at the time, but she knew now. Kaylee raised her eyebrow, glaring at Luke with a sparkle in her eye, "Oh, and by the way, I know who Veruca is, you big jerk." Luke's smile was softly revealed through his blushing cheeks. It was fortunate for him that Kaylee couldn't hold her angry face; a slight upwards curve of her lip let Luke know he was off the hook. At least for now. "Sorry about that, Kaylee. I guess I was being kind of a jerk." Kaylee snickered, "Maybe, but you weren't the only one. I'm sorry too." Luke continued staring at the book and exclaimed, "It's even a second edition print! This couldn't have been easy to find. Thank you, Kaylee." The smile on his face was priceless; for once in her life, she wished Aaron had filming with his stupid camera. Or at least taken a picture. For a moment she thought Luke was going to raise his good arm to hug her. She was going to step forward, but it was a false alarm. She found herself a little disappointed. "Have you ever read it," she asked. "Nope, actually I haven't. I'll put it on my reading list, though." Aaron, oblivious to what either of them was talking about, piped in, "I saw the movie. Both of them. You know, the old old one, and then the one with Johnny Depp." Kaylee and Luke turned to look at Aaron, as if they forgot he was in the room. Luke blinked. "Um, ok..." Kaylee said, trying her hardest to avoid patronizing him. Aaron turned back around to focus on editing his video. She continued talking to Luke, "Well, I thought you would have been reading when I came in. But here you are, playing video games. Maybe I should have bought you a game instead?" Luke chuckled, "Nah. It's just easier holding the controller than flipping pages with one hand until I heal up a little more. I have to stay frozen in this one position, though." With a heartbreaking glance, Kaylee focused her attention on his arm in the sling. She felt so sorry for him. "Does it hurt?" "Only when I forget I'm wearing it and bang it on the door jam." He shook his head a little, flashing the smallest of smiles, "I did it twice today alone." Kaylee gave a nervous giggle, "Oh, you poor thing. I'm so sorry, that's awful." Her cute laugh quickly vanished despite his subtle smile. She managed to cut through the tension in the room successfully, but it still lingered. Like it or not, it was time to clear the air. Kaylee asked him with a serious tone, "Luke, I'm sorry, and I want you to know I had no idea this happened to you. Why didn't you tell me, or send me a text or something?" The moment the sentence was out of her mouth, she wished she could have taken it back. Luke threw her a look she had never seen before; it was one of disdain, cocking his head to the side and raising his eyebrows as if he couldn't believe she asked something so unintelligent. Even throughout all of their study questions, no matter how stupid the questions she asked, Luke had never looked at her like that. It stung. Of course he wouldn't have texted her. Wasn't it obvious? He thought Bradley jumped him. Who in their right mind would text the girlfriend of the guy that just beat him up? Kaylee felt like she was walking on eggshells, and didn't want to upset Luke any more than he already was. "Luke, I know you think it was Bradley. He told me he didn't do it. I mean, did you actually see whoever did this?" He looked at her as if she was crazy. "Of course I *saw who did this,*" he said bitterly. "It was Bradley, your *boyfriend*." He made sure to emphasize boyfriend as much as he could; Kaylee flinched. Kaylee couldn't seem to accept it as an answer, "Are you sure? Maybe you were sucker punched and you never saw who did it, or you hit your head, or..." Cutting her off, Luke leaned forward and told her, raising his voice with each word, "Stop, Kaylee. I said it once; I'm only going to say this one last time. No, I wasn't ambushed." He pointed at his face, "Do you see my black eye? Think about it; he didn't punch the back of my head, he punched me twice in the face when I was looking right at him. Yes, I saw his face. I heard his voice. I felt his fist. I smelled his stink. What do you want me to say?" She'd never seen Luke so upset before, and never heard him talk like that to her, or to anyone. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. "Luke, please! Don't talk to me like that, please! I mean, I'm stuck in the middle here. What am I supposed to do? I'm supposed to be his girlfriend, I can't just not believe him if he tells me it wasn't him, whether or not I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind! I mean, what am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to do" she asked, throwing her arms up in the air. Luke sighed, "Look, I'm sorry for overreacting. I understand the position you're in, and I know he is your boyfriend. I'm really not trying to put you in the middle." Luke shifted in his chair, "But if you don't believe what I'm saying, that means you think I'm lying." It was obvious how disappointed Luke was when he added, "If you think I'm lying, maybe you should go." The tears in the corner of her eyes were getting thicker; one of them managed to escape, trickling down the side of her cheek. "Luke, please; don't do this," she squeaked out, wiping away the single tear and trying hard to maintain her composure. She couldn't believe how much she was hurting at Luke's reaction to her -- the scary part was no one else had made her cry the way that he had. Not Bradley, not any of her other boyfriends, not even her parents. "Luke," Aaron whispered, as if Kaylee couldn't hear him somehow. "Just show her," he quietly told him, nodding towards the screen and sliding his chair to the side so Kaylee could see the computer screen as he hit the play button: *"I'd like to say we're even, but that's just the beginning," Bradley said through gritted teeth. His fists were clenched, ready for action; he hovered over Luke like a prizefighter.* *"What's your problem," Luke wheezed out, slowly getting back up on his feet.* "Aaron! What the hell are you doing, turn that off," Luke exclaimed as the video played on the computer, jumping to his feet. Kaylee's jaw dropped. Aaron, startled by Luke's reaction, pounced on the keyboard to stop the video. Kaylee hissed at him, "Don't you dare touch that!" Aaron held his hands up in the air, thoroughly confused. On one hand, Luke was his best friend, and best friends always came first. On the other hand, Kaylee frightened him and his life may have been on the line. Meanwhile, as he tried to figure out what to do, the video continued to play: *"Stay away from Kaylee, got it?"* *Bradley kicked his chest before Luke could stand, knocking him down again. "If I see you try to kiss her again, or touch her, or look at her cross-eyed, I'll kick your ass. Midterms are over, so stay away from her."* Kaylee watched with shock as Luke grunted on the video, clearly in pain and doubled over, holding his elbow*.* That explained the sling. "Fine," Luke snapped at Kaylee and Aaron, his face red. "If you both want to watch me get my ass kicked again, then screw you both. Don't expect me to wait around while you two watch." Luke stormed out of his room. "Luke, stop! Don't go!" Kaylee turned around to try and stop Luke, but he was too fast. She was torn between chasing after Luke and finishing the video. She heard the front door slam. She started to chase after him until she heard Bradley's cruel voice taunting Luke. *"You think just because you gave her a few study lessons, she actually wants you?"* *Luke replied, groaning through the pain, "It's irrelevant what I want. I have no chance with her, I understand that. But I've seen the way you treat her. Don't act like you care about her."* Kaylee was amazed at his sheer defiance, especially against someone so much bigger and stronger than he was. Her stomach turned, realizing what was going to happen to Luke, and she was powerless to stop the matter of the past. *"You take her for granted. If Kaylee were mine, I'd treat her like a princess. She'll never be, I know, but she deserves someone much better than you, Brad. All you're doing is stepping on a beautiful, precious flower that you refuse to nurture and allow to bloom. She's like a radiant, beautiful angel that for some reason came down from heaven to be here, but you don't see that."* Kaylee gasped, right up until she saw the sneer crawl across Bradley's face; she'd seen it many times, but it was probably more intense than she'd seen it before. What she hadn't seen before was the look of fury in Luke's eyes. It was obvious that whatever physical altercation between the two that had worked up to this moment was far from over. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Luke -- the same passive, reluctant Luke that she thought she knew -- dive for Bradley's knees. After a few thrown punches by Bradley and a kick to the groin by Luke, the scuffle had ended just as quickly as it had started. *"Holy shit," Aaron exclaimed from behind the camera as he ran towards Luke while the visual picture tumbled out of focus just before the camera turned off.* "Holy shit," Kaylee exclaimed. A radiant angel? A precious flower? Nurtured and allowed to bloom? She could feel her body shaking; she couldn't recall another time in her life when so many emotions swirled through her head. She felt an intense rage towards Bradley and an incredible guilt over Luke. But aside her remorse, she also saw Luke in a new light; she witnessed a side of Luke that she had never realized existed. He had a backbone, evident by the way he stood up to a bully much bigger and stronger than he was. He had confidence, much like David must have had against Goliath. However, what stood out most of all were the words flowing out of his mouth in the same way a poet might have weaved a poem; words that came from his heart that she was never meant to hear. Each word of beauty and admiration he spoke was purely about Kaylee. She thought she was going to cry, but she was still too stunned for any type of reaction. Her first instinct was to call Bradley and chew his ass out, which was quickly overridden by an intense desire to skip the phone and drive over there in person so she could beat the living shit out of him. On the flipside, Kaylee wanted to bolt out of Luke's room and chase him down to beg for his forgiveness. She wasn't sure she could do that; she was scared to face him after doubting his story. She cursed, realizing too late she should have listened to that nagging feeling in the back of her head. What good was it that the only reason she now believed him was because she saw the proof displayed before her very eyes on the computer screen? She missed her chance. Aaron was still frozen in place; his hands hovered a foot above the keyboard, not wanting to make any sudden movements, much like helpless prey stalked by a hungry predator. Her hand went up to her forehead. "Holy shit," she said again. "Um, I think you already said that," Aaron said meekly. Kaylee, having forgotten Aaron was in the room and now alerted to his presence, threw him a dirty look. Aaron cringed, attempting to slide his chair back subtly but only succeeding in accidentally bumping it into the wall. She needed to clear her head; she wasn't in a condition to chase either Bradley or Luke. Faith showed up outside Luke's door, looking inside. "What's going on," she asked. Kaylee didn't respond. Aaron made eye contact with Faith, but he didn't dare say another word if he could help it, not even to her. "Aaron, do you have other clips of Luke? I want to see them," she tried to said calmly, brushing a strand of golden hair out of her face. Aaron stuttered, unable to form even a complete word. Kaylee shrieked, "WELL?" Startled, Aaron pounced on his keyboard. "Y-yea, I have a few clips; hold on, hold on..." Never before had he typed on the computer and moved the mouse so quickly. "Ok, here's one," he said, clicking play: *"Aaron, put that thing away. I'm trying to study," Luke said.* *Aaron replied, "Come on, say something. Say anything! How was she when she was talking to you?"* *"She was kind of a snot, actually."* Kaylee's bottom lip began to quiver when she heard Luke call her a snot, least of all in such a nonchalant manner. She'd been called worse by friends and rivals alike, but with Luke, somehow it was different. It seemed to hurt more. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. Ok, she admitted it probably was, but it still hurt. *"Dude, we're talking about Kaylee. Everyone knows that; that's not the point. What did she say? What did she do? What was she wearing?"* Aaron looked down at his lap and scratched the back of his head, refusing to look up as his insensitive words on the video reached Kaylee's ears. Kaylee didn't react, but Faith, still standing in the doorway, glared at Aaron. Kaylee was a little relieved, however, when she saw that bashful grin surface on Luke's face, despite his obvious resistance. She bit her lip as she heard Luke say: *"She unbuttoned her blouse a notch. It was buttoned all the way up the entire day. But when she approached me, she had one button undone. I think she was trying to add incentive for me to agree to tutor her. You have no idea how hard it was to be polite and not stare. It took everything I had."* Kaylee's could feel her face turning red; the temperature of the room must have quickly risen. She had no idea until now that Luke *really did* notice her ploy to seduce and trick him into helping her with her math. How did Luke know? He seemed so clueless at so many things, and at the time she pitied him for it. But he knew all along what she was up to. It was really a rotten thing to do, and she knew it. So why was she unable to resist the slight upward curve of her lips, thinking about Luke's every effort to use all of his mental powers in an attempt to resist her charm, and why didn't she feel guilty? *"Screw that, man. If she was opening them up to you, no need to be a gentleman. Right, bro?"* Aaron closed his eyes and scrunched his nose, as if trying to brace himself from an inevitable punch to the face. *"Ok, you want the truth? She's not the same as she was back in elementary school. I guess time changes people. Still, there's something about her I can't put my finger on. She puts on a front like she has it all figured out, but I sense some kind of insecurity in her. That's probably why she comes across as a spoiled brat -- she chooses to be one. I feel sorry for her."* Elementary school? She gasped, remembering her little scraggly-haired friend back in the first grade. How had she forgotten about that? Kaylee and Luke. Friends once upon a time, long ago. She felt so guilty for not remembering! Luke, on the other hand; he remembered her completely. And it was as if he could read her like a book; she obviously had changed, and not for the better. The Luke on the video almost scared her; it was like he knew her better than she knew herself. She didn't like admitting it, and would never admit it to anyone but herself, but he was right. She was spoiled, and she chose to be spoiled. But that didn't mean his words didn't sting her. They did. They stung her deep. *"But she's absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen a smile like hers -- ever. I mean, when she wants to, she can brighten up a room. I'm telling you, Aaron, she might even be the most beautiful girl in the world. Hey, I said put that thing down. You're not actually filming this, are you?"* *"No, of course not," Aaron said.* The screen went blank, snapping Kaylee back to reality. She had never felt so cherished before this moment in her entire life, not even from her own parents. She smiled at Luke's ignorance to the camera and his beautiful, honest confession. Her heart fluttered as she recalled his sweet, sincere words. The most beautiful girl in the world? For a moment she considered asking Aaron to play that part, over and over. She would have, if her burning desire to see the rest of the footage and understand more about Luke didn't override her tender and soft spots. Aaron didn't even bother looking up. "More," Kaylee snapped with an angry voice, stifling her smile. "Kaylee, I..." "Did I *stutter*?" Aaron sighed, "This is the last one I have." As Aaron pressed play, the first thing Kaylee noticed was Luke rolling his eyes. She giggled; it wasn't often she saw him do anything like that, or anything else that a typical teenager would do. Her own eyes glossed over as she listened to him speak: *"It's not like that. She wouldn't give me the time of day if I asked to kiss her high heels. Don't get me wrong, though, she's a nice girl. She's a lot different than I thought she'd be. She puts up a front so she can be one of the popular girls, but she's kind and giving and compassionate. Kaylee's really a sweetheart."* *Aaron asked, "Then why is she with that douchebag, Brad, over there*?" The camera zoomed in on the large senior on the other side of the courtyard with his arm draped around Kaylee. Aaron panned the camera back to Luke, capturing the disappointed look on his face as he watched Bradley and Kaylee together. Her hand reached up to her wide open mouth when the camera panned on a dejected and heartbroken Luke. He was longing for her, and she didn't even notice. She had no idea! She felt her heart breaking. As Kaylee watched herself laughing on video, holding and hugging Bradley in celebration of her victory over her midterms, she felt so awful that she almost told Aaron to turn it off; she didn't think she could take much more. Kaylee didn't know why it never occurred to her before, but the realization hit her hard: She should have been celebrating with Luke instead. If it wasn't for Luke, she wouldn't have a reason to celebrate. She heard a sniffling sound behind her; was Faith misting up, too? Kaylee practically froze as she heard Luke tell Aaron: *"Dude, I hate being the one to tell you, but you know she's using you. Right?"* *Luke delayed his response, but nodded, "Maybe. You're probably right. I know at first she started out using me, and that's fine, but I just can't quite tell if she was or not at the end. She probably was, but only subconsciously at least. I mean, she definitely reciprocated, buying me clothes and taking me to the gym. The human mind can be a tricky thing. Did I tell you she apologized to me once?"* *Aaron was shocked, "Really? For what?"* *Luke smiled, "Long story."* "I never used...," Kaylee squeaked out loud before her voice choked up. "How could he think...?" As the video faded to black, Aaron quickly told Kaylee, before she could yell at him anymore, "That's everything." For a moment, she paced back and forth in the room. Her hands went up to her head as if she had a headache, but in reality she was trying to process everything she had just seen. Bradley wasn't who she thought he was, and Luke certainly wasn't who she thought he was either. Both for very completely different reasons. Faith was stunned, too, but she seemed concerned for Kaylee. "Kaylee, are... are you ok?" That was enough to snap Kaylee out of it. Looking at Faith, she asked, "Faith, where did he go? I have to find him and talk to him." Faith shrugged, "I don't know, try the library? Or maybe he just went out to take a walk to cool down?" Kaylee bolted out of the room and out of the house. "Um, Kaylee, do you need help," Faith asked, but Kaylee was already gone. "What just happened," a stunned Aaron asked Faith. "I mean..., Kaylee? Luke? Does she really feel for him, like..., you know..." Just as shocked as Aaron, Faith tried to find the right words to say, "I...wow, I knew he had the hots for Kaylee, but I had no idea anything like that! No wonder he took off as fast as he did." Aaron shook his head, turning back to the screen and sarcastically muttering under his breath, "That went well."

Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 04

*Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his help and suggestions. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 04: Seducing Abigail Throughout the remainder of the week, Abigail felt so ashamed and guilty at what she had done, unable to concentrate on anything. All her thoughts were focused on her daughter's handsome boyfriend and the soaring heights he taken her to. On Saturday morning, at the breakfast table, Abigail realised that she would have a day alone, as Tiffany and Catherine had gone to meet and stay overnight with friends and Clement was invited to a football game in another state. Gavin knew that Abigail would be alone, so he decided to complete his conquest of his enemy's wife. The fact that she was married to Clement Douglas made him realize he wanted her even more than her daughters. He decided that this was the day where he would simply take her, fuck her and make her addicted to him. Around ten o'clock Gavin stopped by the Douglas' mansion when he knew Abigail would be alone. He didn't ring the doorbell but walked into the house through the door in the garageand went to find his girlfriend's mother. Abigail was arranging some flowers in a vase in the kitchen when Gavin walked in. She was shocked by his sudden appearance and stammered, "How did you get in?" "Through the door in the garage." "Catherine is not home. You shouldn't be here." "I'm not looking for Catherine. I've come to finish what we started a few days ago," Gavin said with a smile as he moved purposely across the room. "That was a mistake. I want you to leave immediately," Abigail said as she tried to get some control of the situation. At the same time she was clenching her thighs together as erotic thoughts rushed through her head, wondering what it would feel like to have the muscular teen embracing her tightly. "I know you're frustrated. I've been studying you, and it's clear to me you need a real man. Your husband does not have time for you and I think deep down, he does not care for you." "We can't, it's so wrong. Clement is a jealous man, he wouldn't want you to do it," Abigail protested as Gavin approached her. Gavin took in his enemy's wife. She looked hot, casually dressed in a small black cotton dress with turquoise hibiscus flowers printed at the front and side. The shoulder straps made sure a lush cleavage was visible and the short dress only made it halfway down her slim thighs. To complete the picture the mature platinum blond was wearing 5'' heels. Gavin admired the way Abigail made a fashionable, sophisticated, yet sexy impression. He smiled as he knew he was alone with this sexy beauty, knowing that both her daughters and her husband were away till the next day. Boldly he stated, "I know you want this as much as me. You are a desirable woman but Clement is ignoring you. You are just a trophy wife and you need a real man." "We can't. Catherine loves you, you'll break her heart," Abigail desperately tried to talk her way out of the situation. "Catherine will have to share me. And she doesn't mind sharing me with her sister, why would she refuse sharing me with her sexually deprived mother. She has told me that your talks about sexual relationships made her aware of the fact that you didn't seem very experienced. That made her feel sorry for you, so I don't think she would object to me taking you to bed and making love to you," Gavin grinned. "I love my husband, I won't," Abigail protested. "You are a loving woman so of course you do have feelings for your husband. But we both know you want something more. If it's any consolation I'll not tell him." Gavin said as he took in a deep breath to inhale the fragrance of Abigail's intoxicating perfume. Abigail turned away from Gavin, but before she could walk away, he moved up behind her. His girlfriend's mother remained frozen to the spot as he then brazenly slipped his left hand to the front of her trim waist. Pulling her back a bit, Gavin pressed his crotch up against her firm little ass, letting her feel the throbbing of his hardening cock. The loud gasp by Abigail Douglas indicated that she obviously felt his hardening shaft. Gavin leaned down and pressed his face to the right side of her head, loving the feel of her soft platinum blond hair as he nibbled at her tender earlobe. Gavin couldn't resist turning a bit, sticking out his wet tongue and tracing the outline of her earlobe, then his tongue darted into her ear. He whispered, "Just like last time." Abigail gasped as Gavin confidently brought his right hand down to her hip, then both of his hands slid up over her dress to cup her ample breasts, teasing thumbs finding and feeling the hardening response of her nipples. "Stop! Stop, Gavin! We can't..." Abigail panted out in a panic as the brazen youth continued to fondle her breasts. "Stop it. Please stop it, we can't...think of my family," Abigail stuttered, yet she could not help but shiver under the teenager's touch. "You want this as much as me," Gavin stated as he continued to tweak her hard nipples. "No...please no...I've never been with anyone but Clement. I don't want this!" Abigail almost sobbed. Hormones out of control, Gavin could not stop himself, pulling the nervous beauty back against his hard body. Licking and kissing her ear, he whispered, "I'm just going to show you that you're a wild passionate woman. Mrs. Douglas, you're so sexy. I've been wanting to touch you like this forever. I'll make it good for you, I promise." Gavin lifted her up in his powerful arms and walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway to Abigail's bedroom. Abigail whimpered as she realized how strong her daughter's boyfriend was, "Please stop Gavin. I can't betray my marriage promises." "Stop it Abigail. You have been teasing me for the last couple of months." Gavin grinned as he carried her up the stairs. "Please let me go." Abigail whispered trying to regain some control of her own feelings. Gavin's cock was throbbing under her wriggling buttocks. With a smirk he said, "I know you want this, and you know you want this." "Please, stop it Gavin." "Not a chance," Gavin replied as he reached the top of the stairs. "I'll tell Clement. This is rape...you'll go to jail for this." Abigail threatened. Never before had Gavin forced himself upon a girl, but now this sexy sophisticated woman had him totally out of control. He didn't think she would tell Clement about him, but the mere thought made him even more excited. Feeling Abigail struggling in his arms, hearing her whimper, Gavin felt his cock getting harder than ever before. "Stop! I'll report you to the police." "For what? Think about it Mrs. Douglas. I'm an innocent high school boy, who is seduced by a sex crazed married woman. I'm just a boy who couldn't say no to his girlfriend's mother, who had been teasing him for a long time," Gavin stated. "I didn't seduce you. You're lying," she accused. "I'll tell the police how you touched me. How you stroked my penis." Gavin said as he put her down on the floor in the bedroom. "I did no such thing," Abigail replied as her eyes flicked downward to the huge bulge in Gavin's pants. "I'll tell everyone that you said that your husband couldn't satisfy you. That you said his cock wasn't big enough for you." "Please stop it Gavin," Abigail whimpered. "I'll tell them that you let me finger you in the kitchen, while your daughters were sitting at the table. That you told me that you craved my cock, my big cock." Taking control Gavin grasped the top of Abigail's dress. He liberated her from the dress and had Abigail standing in front of him in her bra and panties. Peeling down the lacy black bra, he licked his lips as he gazed upon the perfect pink nipple sitting atop a milky white mound, leaving the beauty in only the skimpy pair of bikini panties that she had put on that morning. He then proceeded to pick Abigail up and walked over to the large king-sized bed, easily tossing the petite beauty onto the middle of the bed, then he was right up on her. "Nooo..." Abigail whimpered as her sensitive nipple was engulfed by the teen's hungry slurping mouth. Hands pinned above her head, the heavy hard body upon her, Abigail was overpowered by Gavin. Gavin was in heaven. His big hands were cupping Abigail's fantastic breasts. He hefted the tremendous mounds, feeling the impressive weight in his hand. He slid his fingers all around the swelling globe, his fingertips seeking out the protruding bud of her nipple. He rubbed his index finger over it, feeling it stiffening and swelling under his touch. While he sucked on one nipple he stimulated the other with his hand. Abigail didn't know what to do as Gavin sucked at her nipple. "Arggg...stop...please stop," she cried out as her daughter's boyfriend sank his teeth into one tender nipple and then the other. Squirming upon the bed that she shared with her husband, Abigail felt the heavy body move a bit to the side. Next she felt her thin black panties being pulled down over her trim hips, baring her vagina to Gavin. Gavin had been a little concerned that he actually was forcing himself on Abigail. But as his hand started to caress her pussy, he noticed she was sopping wet. He grinned and looked down on his enemy's wife and said, "Stop pretending you don't want it, Mrs. Douglas. Your body is betraying you. You're completely drenched and I think you're just trying to protect your reputation. But you want this as much as me. Feel how much I want you." Abigail was shocked. She knew he was right. Her body wanted this, so when Gavin moved his lips to her moist red lips she gave in. She saw the lust in his eyes and felt a shiver run down her spine just before his mouth pressed against hers. Her eyes closed instinctively as she felt his soft lips on hers, his tongue sliding between her parted lips. Seconds later they both moaned into each other's mouth as they kissed passionately, deeply. Abigail's arms looped around Gavin's muscular neck as she tipped her face up to his, letting him know she was his for the taking. As they kissed, Gavin started to caress her swollen clit. He rubbed his index finger over it, feeling it stiffening and swelling under his touch. "Maybe we...we shouldn't," Abigail gasped, summoning up the willpower to draw her mouth away from his. Gavin just grinned. He could see the wanton desire in her eyes; she was so like her daughters. Now he definitely knew she might be saying one thing, but her lush body pressing against him was saying something else, and he knew exactly what that was. Confidently he said, "Stop it Abigail. It's going to be fantastic. Feel how much I want you." Gavin said and took her hand in his and pressed it against the throbbing bulge in his jeans. "Oh my God," Abigail moaned as her petite hand closed instinctively over the hard column of flesh threatening to burst forth from the restrictive confines of Gavin's jeans. His cock was enormous. She had never felt one anywhere close to this size in her entire life. She was tingling with excitement as her hand closed around it, feeling the intense heat of the pulsing member right through his clothing. "Take it out," Gavin ordered. With her sizable breasts heaving with every ragged breath she took, Abigail reached down between them and undid his belt, pulling it open and then undoing the button of his jeans. As the button gave way, his throbbing cock lurched toward the opening, the huge bulbous head visible but still trapped beneath the waistband. Abigail's heart was racing, her whole body flushed with excitement. With trembling fingers, she reached down and slowly undid his zipper. "Oh my God...oh my God," Abigail repeated again and again as Gavin's fly gaped open, his engorged erection lancing up and thrusting into the air. Her hand was drawn magnetically to the huge column of muscular flesh, her slender fingers circling the rigid shaft in a clutching grasp. The girth was so immense that the fingertips of her hand couldn't even reach the base of her palm. She slid her hand upwards, feeling the outer sheath sliding hotly beneath her fingers. She felt her heart flutter, feeling the tremendous power of Gavin's enormous cock in her pumping hand. She wondered how something could feel so incredibly hard and yet so sinfully soft at the same time. Gavin pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He could see his girlfriend's mother looking at his muscular torso wantonly as her hand continued to milk away at his surging cock. He pushed his pants down and got rid of them. As Abigail's hand was stroking slowly up and down along the length of Gavin's thick shaft, her eyes scanned his body and she was mesmerized by it.. It was more amazing than she ever believed it could be. His pecs look like giant rectangles sitting under his skin, each groove in his abs had to be an inch deep. After some time Gavin got himself positioned between Abigail's trim legs. Then grabbing his throbbing cock in his fist, he rubbed his leaking cockhead along the whimpering beauty's tight gash and up to her soft blond landing strip. Abigail was in lust, but she was also scared. "I don't think..." she whispered as she looked down between their bodies, the engorged mushroom head of Gavin's huge cock pressed flush up against her vividly pink labia. She watched in awe as he rolled his hips, slowly working the enormous crown between her pussy-lips, the wet tissues parting and adhering tightly to his throbbing erection as he started to enter her. She could feel the intense heat radiating off his massive cock, the knob stretching her dripping hole as he insistently pressed forward. Abigail shuddered as she felt his hard shaft pushing into her. She thought to herself, "Oh my...he's so much bigger than Clement. God...it's too big...it won't fit ...he'll tear me!' Gavin was really aroused. He felt the head of his cock pop into his enemy's wife. Her pussy was tight, but he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to be buried deep inside of her. "Argggg. Stop Gavin...please stop. You...you're too big. Oh my God, you're tearing me apart," Abigail screamed as Gavin thrust himself into her. At the same time Abigail spread her legs even wider apart, trying desperately to ease the pain between her legs. This was the best fuck ever, Gavin thought as he kept thrusting himself into his enemy's wife, "Fuck Abigail, you're so tight...so fucking tight. I'm gonna nail you to this bed," he panted as he humped into the sexy beauty. Abigail was gasping as she watched her luscious breasts heaving as her heart raced, the passion within her body taking over. She shrieked as she felt her vagina stretching around the tremendous girth slipping inside her, the clenching walls of her juicy vagina gripping at the hard, invading cock. "Oh Gavin, please be careful," she panted throwing her arms around his neck as he went deeper. As Abigail gave in, Gavin thrust forward, driving his rampant cock further into her sopping wet pussy, the tight folds of flesh inside her stretching and stretching before giving way, and then clasping tightly round the invading monster as it slipped deeper, her juices paving the way to her womb. Abigail was thrashing about, impaled mercilessly on Gavin's monster cock as it thrust into her, the incredible thickness of it totally filling her as he went deeper than Clement ever had done. As her head lolled from side to side in blissful pleasure, she happened to glance down. Thinking she was as full as she could be, she was shocked to see at least three throbbing inches of his long thick pole still outside of her, her vivid pink labia clinging tightly as they circled the hard shaft. Gavin was really stirred up. For the first time he was fucking a married woman, someone else's wife...his enemy's wife. He applauded himself as his hard dick forced itself deeper inside her. His girlfriend's mother, Clement Douglas' wife! She was as tight, hell, even tighter than her daughter. But she was also wet with excitement. Gavin pushed more inside. Then more. Then he decided to tease her, "I'll stop if you want it, Abigail. Should I stop?" Pain and pleasure was mingled in Abigail's body, but for some time pleasure had replaced the pain and she could feel she was getting close. Then she felt Gavin stop his thrust into her. "Don't..." she moaned as she tightened her legs around his. Gavin slowly pulled his hips backward until he had eased all but the fat head of his cock from her. Abigail felt lost, she was so close and she just wanted the teen to continue his movements. "Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you? Then beg for it," Gavin demanded as he locked eyes with Abigail. Abigail looked up into his passionate eyes, her full round breasts heaving and her vagina pulsating. After some seconds she suddenly dropped her eyes and whispered, "Fuck me Gavin." "Fuck you?" Gavin asked. "Yes. You win. I want you. I want my daughter's boyfriend to fuck me...I want you more, than I've ever wanted anything," Abigail cried out as she lifted her hips upward off the bed. Gavin grinned and pushed downward and filled her with one deep thrust. "Aaarrrrrrrrrggggggggggg..." Abigail shrieked and she tossed her head from side to side, her long platinum blonde hair whipping about. She shuddered as her pussy muscles instinctively squeezed around the pulsating shaft. She was being stretched as never before. "I'm gonna make you cum," Gavin panted drawing his hips backwards once again and then flexing forwards, sending his hard shaft all the way into her. "Oh my God...Oh my Gooooooooooooood," Abigail moaned loudly as the hard pole rising from Gavin's loins tore further into her steaming box, relentlessly, mercilessly, splitting her wide open. Gavin gripped tightly to Abigail's hips as he drove his turgid cock as far into her as he could, feeling the intense heat of her searing snatch enveloping him. With an inch left to go, he thrust forward, sending the huge mushroom head crashing against her cervix. He was buried deep inside his enemy's wife. "Arggg...so goood," Abigail moaned as she started to cum, twitching and shaking spasmodically as a blistering climax shot through her body. The muscles on the insides of her creamy thighs were twitching as she breathed rapidly, her lush breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her whole body overwhelmed with the exquisite sensations of a mind-numbing orgasm. She thought she was going to pass out from the intensity of the luscious sensations coursing through her as her tingling release went on and on. Gavin was encouraged by the look on Abigail's face as she moaned out loud, her eyes closed in bliss, her body thrashing about like a ragdoll as his thrusting cock rubbed against the door of her womb. He'd seen that look before on her daughters. He knew that, like them, once their mother had a taste of what he could do for her, she'd never be able to get enough. It thrilled him to know that this was Clement Douglas' woman. When he felt her twitching body slowly coming back under control as her orgasm started to wane, he drew back and then flexed forward, starting to fuck her deeply again. Abigail had been overpowered by her climax, but before she could calm down, her young lover continued his assault on her body. She threw her arms around his neck as she held on, his young muscular hips driving her repeatedly against the mattress as he began jack-hammering into her, pushing his enormous cock all the way into her with each powerful thrust. "So goooooood," Abigail cried out as Gavin's massive cock-head triggered another fervent orgasm from deep inside her hot sopping wet pussy. Gavin continued to fuck her, his rigid cock tearing into her as she convulsed on his impaling member. He now went balls deep, intent on bottoming out with every delicious stroke. Her full round tits were heaving wantonly, and with his driving hips keeping her pinned to the bed, he brought his hands up and filled them with her luscious tits. He started to pinch her hard pink nipples. The sound of their frenzied fucking filled the room, a wet nasty squelching accompanying the sound of the bed as Abigail's body was being pounded time and time again into the mattress. "Unbelievable, not again," Abigail screamed as she was climaxing for a third time, her body twitching uncontrollably as she lost all control. Gavin squeezed her breasts as he felt that his balls were drawing up close to his body as his pleasure level escalated. He loved the fact that Abigail's slender legs were now crossed behind his back as she got into it, rolling her hips against his as their bodies worked together, each of them bringing the other as much pleasure as possible. Feeling the thick cock expand further within her, Abigail came a little to her senses. She panicked as she realized what was going to happen and pleaded frantically, "Stop...stop...Gavin, stop...you're not wearing a condom. Stop...you'll get me pregnant!" Gavin had always pulled out when he fucked Tiffany and Catherine, but Abigail's plea made him even harder. He wanted to soil his enemy's wife and if he made her pregnant, it would only be a bonus. So he continued to hammer into Abigail seeking his own release. "No...stop..don't..." Abigail tried to stop Gavin, but then another orgasm overwhelmed her body. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deep into her. For Gavin, that was all it took to send him over the edge. The clenching and un-clenching of Abigail's vagina around his massive shaft made him cum. "Here it comes, Abigail. Take it all..." Gavin roared as he felt the first rush of semen speed up the shaft of his cock. He drew back once more and slammed forward, sending her petite body deep down into the mattress as he impaled her on his massive pole. His mushroom head was rubbing hotly against her cervix. The first thick rope of cum jettisoned forth, spurting into his girlfriend's mother like a fireball. "Oh noooooooooooo." Abigail moaned as the feel of Gavin going off triggered another orgasm deep inside her. She threw herself back against the bed, as he continued to unload, flooding her fertile womb with hot thick cum. Unconsciously she worked his buried cock with her vagina as they both climaxed, her pussy gripping and pulling at his shaft, trying to pull as much of his potent seed out of him as she could. Gavin was in heaven, as spurt after spurt of milky semen pasted itself against the hot wet tissues deep inside her fertile pussy. He continued to ejaculate as his muscular body pressed her against the bed, a barrage of semen gushing into her tight, wet pussy. Abigail could feel him filling her up, the overflow leaking out of their joined bodies and sliding wickedly down the crack of her ass. She couldn't believe the amount of semen he was putting into her, but after what seemed like a minute, their mutual orgasms finally dwindled, and she quivered contentedly as a delicious shiver ran down her spine. She lay back against the mattress, her eyes closed as her breathing slowly returned to normal. \-- Five minutes later, having almost passed out from the exquisite sensations that shot through her body, Abigail stirred to find searching lips upon hers. Bringing her arms to encircle Gavin's neck, she opened her lips to admit his probing tongue. Leaning up into his kiss, she then flicked her pointed tongue to play with his. Gavin broke the kiss and looked down on his new mature lover. "It hurt," Abigail whispered. She was lying on her back, her legs splayed wide apart, Gavin's cum leaking from her vagina. "Liar. Maybe it hurt for a moment, but you wanted this as much as me. You even wanted me to breed you," Gavin lightly caressed her hair with his hand, then let his fingers slide down her cheek and then farther down to her breast. "I did not want you to breed me. I begged you to pull out," Abigail stuttered. "Maybe you said something like that, but when the time came you pulled me deep into you, so I could fill your fertile womb with my potent sperm," Gavin stated arrogantly. "I didn't..." Abigail stammered as she realized Gavin was right. She had made sure he came deep inside of her. The mere thought made her vaginal muscles tighten around the growing and once again pulsating shaft within her. When Gavin felt this, he once again started to thrust into her. Abigail encircled her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together, humping up to fuck herself onto his throbbing manhood. Enjoying the pleasure of the fuck, she arched up to her lover. After some Gavin pulled out and rolled Abigail over onto her stomach. He moved the palm of his hands possessively over her ass as he moved between her legs. "Lift your ass, get on your knees," he instructed as he ran a finger up her crack. Abigail shuddered at his action and said, "Not there. I've never done it before. You're too big." Gavin laughed, "Well Mrs. Douglas, there are a lot of things you have never done. But I'll just use your pussy and mouth today then. Do you think your husband would mind?" "Don't talk about my husband. He has never done anything to you." Abigail said, in the dark about Clement Douglas' firing of Gavin's father. Gavin was really stirred up. Before his father had lost his job, he had never thought about seducing a married woman. He knew that it was wrong to do what he was planning to do. But now there was another feeling growing in him. It was more than simply having sex with a beautiful woman. It was the excitement at knowing he was going to possess another man's wife, his enemy's wife. "It's his own fault. If a man can't protect his own wife, can't satisfy her...he does not deserve her," Gavin growled. "Don't say something like that," Abigail protested as Gavin slipped a pillow under her stomach. "You know it's true. How long has it been since your husband has made love to you?" "I don't..." Abigail stuttered. "Don't answer. I'll bet it has been even longer since he has given you an orgasm," Gavin arrogantly stated. Abigail didn't answer; she knew her young lover was right. She had never experienced what she just had experienced with Gavin. And now he was stroking her clit and she wanted him again. "If you want to have another climax, you'll have to put me in. But I'm not sure, do you want it?" Gavin asked. "Yes," Abigail moaned. "Are you sure?" "Yes, make love to me. Give me your big cock!" "Is it bigger than your husband's?" Gavin asked as he pumped two fingers insistently in and out of her drenched pussy. Abigail was filled with lust. She would say anything to get her young lover to fuck her again. She moaned, "Yes, you're so much bigger. Please Gavin...fuck me now, fuck me hard." "Then put me in." Desperately Abigail moved her right hand back and grabbed Gavin's thick shaft to move the huge head up and down her pussy-lips. Then she moved her hips impaling herself on his hard shaft. Grasping Abigail by her trim hips, Gavin lunged a good six inches into her and he was delighted to hear her cry out. Thrusting hard again, then once again, his huge cock was bottomed out inside of her. Wanting to let her know she was being dominating by him, he asked: "Is it better than with your husband, Mrs. Douglas?" He kept perfectly still at that instant, felt her tense as she processed what he had said, then she clutched at him and arched back to get him to resume fucking her. Abigail was so close, so she screamed, "Don't stop...please don't stop!" To torment her into answering his question, Gavin said, "Tell me, Mrs. Douglas...tell me! Is this better than with your husband?" Giving in to her sexual need Abigail let go and screamed, "Yes, damn you...yes, you bastard...yes, it's better. It's fucking fantastic. Now fuck me, Gavin ...just fuck me with your monster cock!" Hearing that, having totally conquered her, Gavin then gave her what she wanted from him, a good hard fuck. Not being gentle, he hammered her, the slapping of their naked bodies echoing throughout the bedroom. The room was filled with loud slapping sounds as the couple's naked bodies met one another atop of the Douglas marital bed. After some minutes Abigail screamed, "I'm there..I'm there...arrghh!" Gavin began hammering her wet pussy and ten minutes later he grasped her hips and roared "I'm cumming...I'm cumming in your fertile womb." \-- "Again?" Abigail asked, amazed, ten minutes later. "Yes," Gavin said as he again pushed his hard shaft into his enemy's wife. "You're unbelievable," Abigail moaned. "You love it," Gavin laughed as he fucked her once again. \-- For the rest of the day, Gavin fucked Abigail in every position imaginable. One minute she would be riding him with her full round breasts thrusting invitingly out to him, then he'd be kneeling between her legs holding her legs up and out to each side in a lewdly inviting V as he rocked his hips back and forth, his huge cock stretching and filling her. Then he would flip her over and pull her to her knees, shuttling his rampant cock in and out of her pulsating cunt from behind. Gavin took Abigail sideways, one leg pulled high into the air, and then he'd roll over and pull her on top of him, letting her ride him as she settled deep in the saddle, her clutching labia nestled right down around the base of his thrusting erection and her manicured nails scratching his muscular torso. When Gavin wasn't fucking his enemy's wife, he would sit back against the headboard and have her kneeling between his powerful legs, her head bobbing on his dick as she worked to bring him back to full hardness. Abigail was stunned by the stamina and endurance of her daughter's boyfriend. It had been a long time since she had had a cock in her mouth, but when she couldn't handle another orgasm she used her mouth on her teen lover. She loved the way Gavin would run his fingers through her hair and move her mouth just where he wanted it. She was a little scared by his seemingly insatiable sexual hunger. She had lost count of the number of times she had climaxed, but she couldn't say no to him and kept coming back for more. \-- Later that night Abigail was lying exhausted on top of Gavin, her lips inches from his. "Tell me," Gavin whispered. "Tell you what?" Abigail asked in a hoarse voice. "Who is your man?" Abigail was shocked. It was one thing that her daughter's boyfriend had fucked her into oblivion, now he also wanted her to admit it to him. She thought about it, then she realized he was right. He had taken her and made her his. With tears in her eyes she said in a husky voice, "You're my man. I love you..." Gavin didn't reply and just waited. "You're my man. I want only to be with you...I love your big cock...you fill me completely." "Kiss me my sweet slut," Gavin said. Abigail moved in and gave her new man a passionate kiss. Gavin fucked her once more before he left her sleeping in her marital bed. This time he had pulled out and sprayed her with his cum. As he got out of her bed he looked down at his enemy's wife. Abigail's gorgeous body was covered in his semen. He had marked her with his cum and it was everywhere, milky ribbons and silvery gobs in her hair, all over her face and tits, with pearly clumps clinging lewdly to her pink nipples. The sticky goo was all over her midsection, especially around her swollen pussy-lips and inner thighs. Gavin looked down at the obscene whitish trail oozing sluggishly from her vivid pink labia, sliding down the crack of her ass and making a sizable puddle on the sheets beneath her. He looked back at Abigail's pretty cum-covered face, peaceful and beautiful in contented slumber. He took some pictures with his phone and got dressed, then he left the Douglas mansion.

Francis Meets a Black Stud Ch. 05

*Thanks for all the great emails. Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, but things are as they are. For any new readers, you may want to back up a bit as this begins exactly where part 4 left off, so the start may be a bit fuzzy. Happy reading! Kisses, Francis* \* I finally came upon a plan that I thought would make everyone happy. I would keep on playing this game with my man. I figured that as long as I was dressed like a girl, it didn't matter who he showed those videos too. I mean no one would know it was me and after all, he would be finish his vacation in a few days and leave me to myself and my life would more or less get back to normal and I would have some amazing memories to jack off to for a while. He might even give me a copy of videos he made of me. I drove back to my camper, got undressed, put on some heels and proudly walked to the ladies bathhouse to begin getting ready. I was a little nervous about what he said about wearing something sexy that I could wear in public. But at this point my need to please my man completely subjugated any thoughts of nervousness and made everything more exciting. When I was finished, I dried off and wrapped my hair up in one towel and wrapped the other around my body just like a real girl would. I walked back to my camper and there was a little box with a note on it. I looked toward Daddies camper and he was outside watching me. I felt really special that he had gotten me a gift, so I smiled really big and waved excitedly at him. I picked up the note as I opened the box. The note had only three words on it *Wear this tonight.* I opened up the box to find some kind of plastic chastity contraption, a lock and no key. I was not sure how I would get this thing on with this raging hardon that I had to and I knew I would manage somehow. I went inside, packed a bowl and took a hit as I pondered what I was really doing. Sitting there getting high just made my dick just throb in anticipation of what was going to happen to me. This was no help and I took another hit and tried to concentrate on something non-sexual to try and get it soft again. Nothing was working so finally I decided on an ice pack. It was a bit awkward at first but as it began to get soft the ice pack was more manageable and worked more effectively. I patted myself dry and began to squeeze my dick into this small plastic device. The ice had been pretty affective and it went in easily. I placed the other ring around my balls and then placed the lock on it. This kind of held it all together and made it where I could not remove it...this part was kind f scarykind of scary, because I knew I could never get a hardon while I had this device on and I did not have a key. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and just stared at the lock and decided to leave it in place but to not lock it yet. I put on some stockings, a bra and flats and then began to prepare my makeup (I wasn't really sure how I would wear panties with this device but I had a few minutes to figure that out.) I decided that I was going to go a little Goth tonight. I applied a heavy light base, lots of really dark eye shadow and some really big dark eyelashes. I then put on the reddest lipstick you could imagine and outlined my lips in black. Looking in the mirror, I thought about how much those lips looked like they were made to suck the cum out of big black cocks. I fixed my hair but leaving it straight on the sides and clipping my bangs straight back. I got out a short tight leather skirt, a cutoff tee shirt and a tiny leather half jacket with some chains on it and put them on. I also put on a pink dog collar with a tag that read *SLUT.* I took another hit off the bowl, looked at myself in the mirror and felt my dick struggle against the chastity device. I watched in the mirror as I pulled up the skirt, grabbed the lock and snapped it closed. Wow! Locking the device almost took my breath away. I was ready for some hard fucking now! I still didn't know how to put on some panties, but since the skirt hid everything and there was no chance of me getting a hardon, I didn't worry about it. I left my camper and started walking across the campground looking for my man. I found him sitting in a chair beside his camper reading. He looked up and said, "Show me". I lifted up my skirt and showed him the that the chastity device was indeed locked and in doing so, showed him that I had completely submitted myself to him and would even let him control when I could get a hardon and thus when I could cum. He smiled and I tried to explain why I did have on any panties, but he interrupted me and a said, "I need a beer, let's go." Even though he had already told me to wear something that I could wear in public, I was still taken aback by what he said as I slowly climbed into his truck with him. He held his door open for me and explained that there were cameras in his truck just like on those shows on TV and that we had to film a little something. He also instructed me to pull out his cock and soon as we got onto the road and begin sucking it. He added that I should not stop no matter what I heard until he had cum or told me to stop. I scooted close to him and began to rub his beautiful cock through his silky basketball shorts. We must have looked like quite the sight as we drove out of the campground...A big black man driving a truck with what looked like a cute white girl, all dolled up sitting real close to him. As we pulled onto the road, I pulled on Daddies cock and told him, "Daddy, I really need some cum right now. May I please suck your beautiful black cock and get some of what I need the most?" He responded, "Sure babes, you just suck on my cock as much as you want, and if I can't give you enough to satisfy you, we'll have to find you some more somewhere." I smiled happily and turned in my seat so that I could use both hands to fish out his cock. I purred, "Thanks Daddy, you take such good care of me." He wasn't wearing any underwear so it was easy to get his cock out and as I pulled it out and got the waist strap under his balls so that I could have the whole thing to play, I simply marveled at how gorgeous this big black cock was and thought about how sexy I must look in those videos with my lips wrapped around this marvelous example of manhood. He adjusted himself as he slid his seat back a little and I positioned myself where I could comfortably suck on his beautiful big black cock. While he drove us to wherever he was going, I was in a world of my own. I really felt hot and sexy, but wanted my dick to get hard and the device would not allow this. Still I got hornier and hornier. Not being able to get a hard seemed to make my ass tingle even more and I began to fantasize about what it would be like to be fucked like this. The more I thought about it as I sucked Daddies cock, the more I felt like I really needed to be fucked and right then, I would not have cared if he had pulled over to the side of the road, leaned me across his tail-gate and pounded my ass good. I don't know whether I would have been able to cum with the device on, but I didn't care I just needed his big black cock all up inside of me. I was working myself into frenzy as I was sucking his cock riding down the highway. He began to apply the brakes and I heard the turn signal start clicking, I thought to myself, "Thank god, he's going to drive down some dirt and fuck the hell out of my ass". But I was wrong. Right after turning, he reapplied the brake and came to a complete stop. I heard a couple of car doors slam shut and realized we were in some kind of parking lot. This really got me going, I knew the truck was high enough where no one could see what I was doing and I was sucking a cock in public! I heard him roll the window down and he spoke to someone. Apparently whoever it was walked over and looked in the truck and said, "Damn man, you got a real hot one there!" Daddy replied, "Yup and she will suck and fuck anyone I tell her to, anytime and anywhere." Another voice responded, "Shit, we got to have some of that. Does she swallow?" Daddy responded to the guy, "Wait a minute bro, you just watch and see for yourself" and then told me, "Babes, I am about to cum, catch all of it in your mouth and don't swallow a drop until I tell you too. I want you sit up, open your mouth where these men can see what you have in mouth and then show these guys what you do when get a mouthful of cum." I mumbled, "Yes sir" around Daddies cock. I thought I was worked up before, but this was no video that someone was watching of me and getting off to, this was a real life audience and I knew I had to make Daddy proud. I heard daddy open his door, so the guys could see better. One said "Wow look at that bitch go!" It was amazing feeling a have these guys cheering me on as I sucked Daddies cock. A few seconds later, he tensed up and began to cum and I grabbed his cock with both hands and put my mouth where only his cock head was in it and furiously started pumping his cum into my mouth. When he was finished cumming, I ran my finger up along the bottom of his cock and squeezed the rest out the rest of his cum. I then sat up and opened my mouth to show my audience what I had worked so hard for. I also saw my audience for the first time; they were a couple of ugly black guys. You should have seen their faces as they saw daddies cum all over my tongue and teeth. It felt like a lot and I bet it looked like my tongue was floating in it. One of them snapped a photo with his phone. Daddy, said, "That's enough babes. Go ahead and swallow, then go inside and get me a beer." I closed my mouth and swallowed every drop and then showed those ugly motherfuckers what I do with my man's cum. It was then that I realized that we were parked in a convenience store parking lot and because of the time of day there were a lot of people there. To make it a little scary to me, this was a store that I stopped (as a man) nearly every day and everyone knew me in here... I hesitated for a moment and then told myself that no one could possibly recognize the way I was dressed and went on inside. I walked to the back grabbed a 40 and then went to the counter and paid. The girl had seen which truck I had gotten out of and I guess that I had suddenly appeared out of it. I smiled as I gave her my money. She gave me a funny look and then began to giggle as she gave me my change. I didn't care what she thought and walked back to the truck, gave Daddy his beer and sat down beside him. Daddy seemed to be making some kind of plan with those ugly black guys. One of them complained, "But she ain't got no tits." Daddy replied, "You don't worry about that, what she hasn't got in tits, she makes up for in lips." One responded, "Only blowjobs?" Daddy replied, "Probably, she's on her period right now...but she might let you fuck her in the ass, but that's up to her." I couldn't believe the way they were talking about me, as if I were some commodity or something and right in front of me too. I was very embarrassed and turned beat red, but at the same I got even more aroused than I had been before. But still yet, these guys were young and strong looking, but they faces were tough to look at. Even in the state I was in, I did not want to suck or fuck either of them and they looked like the kind of guys that would not be very kind if they found out that I was really a guy. They finished talking and apparently reached some kind of an agreement. He cranked his truck and said me, "look in the mirror and fix your makeup". I scooted over and flipped the visor down and looked at myself, and surprisingly enough, my makeup looked ok, I smiled at myself and then noticed two things, the first was that all the lipstick in the middle of my lips had been rubbed off as I was sucking Daddies cock and only the outside was left. When I smiled it, anyone who saw knew immediately that I had just given someone a blowjob. The second was that apparently when I opened my mouth to show them Daddies cum, a little had leaked out and had dripped down on my chin. Not much, but if you were close to me, it was unmistakable was what I had been doing. I smiled coyly and touched up my lipstick as Daddy drove off. Daddy began to explain that these guys had agreed to let me suck their cocks while he filmed the whole thing. He added that fucking them was up to me, but that I had better not let them find out about my little secret. When I had everything just right, I slid back close to daddy and whispered to him that I thought these guys were ugly and that I did not want to touch them, and certainly did not want to suck their cocks. He replied, "That's the whole point, a little white hotty like you being so desperate for black cock that you even suck guys who look like that...It's going to be great!" I protested, "But daddy, I am not that desperate for black cock at least not theirs." He turned and gave me a look that I do not want to see again and said, "It doesn't matter what you want, you fuck and suck who or what I tell you to, anytime and anywhere that I tell you." I gulped, "Yes sir." The then handed me a joint and said, "Here smoke this, it will help." I took the joint and found a lighter in my purse and lit it. It was the funk, but it had an odd taste to it and it made the tip of my lounge numb. Daddy started rubbing my legs and the back of neck as I kept on smoking, I was getting hornier and hornier again and I really needed some big black cock. I started rubbing Daddies cock through his shorts and he started telling my how much I was going to enjoy having two big black cocks at one time and that I should not think about how these guys look...that I should only think about their big blacks cocks. It began to sound better and better to me. The more he talked and we touched each other the more I wanted those black cocks to cum all over me. I thought we were going back to the campground, but we passed the entrance, I pouted at Daddy and asked him where we were going. He replied, "Don't worry, you'll soon see." Whatever was in that joint was really having an effect on me. I turned in the seat and got on my knees, and began kissing Daddies' neck as I rubbed his beautiful cock. I pleaded, "Daddy, please hurry, I need some big black cocks and I need them now. Please Daddy." "So you really want to suck those ugly guys' cocks?" he asked. I replied, "Yes daddy and I need them now. I'll do anything you want if you will just let have those black cocks on those ugly motherfuckers!" "That's my girl" was all that he said. Francis Meets a Black Stud 6 *Thanks for all the great emails. Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, but things are as they are. For any new readers, you may want to back up a bit as this begins exactly where part 4 left off, so the start may be a bit fuzzy. Happy reading! Kisses, Francis*

Matt's Accident Changed Everything Ch. 01

"Hello?" "Dana, this is Jill from next door. I hate to ask you this, but I need to ask a huge favor. Is there any way you could come over and look at Matt for me?" "Certainly Jill, what's wrong with him?" "He said he fell out of a tree he was climbing and hurt his, um, how do I say this, ehm, his groin area? He's in a lot of pain but he won't let me look because I'm his mother. I don't know if I should to take him to the ER?" "Fell out of a tree?" "I know. He's 18, I don't know why he's climbing trees. He's in a lot of pain though and I'm worried he may have really hurt something, if you know what I mean." "Jill, I'll be right over. I raised a son myself, so I understand how some boys can be. See you in a minute." Jill and Matt moved in three years ago. She is a single mom and they keep to themselves. Jill is very quiet and reserved. Matt is a senior in high school, also very quiet. He's a sweet boy though but very shy. I've never seen him hang around with friends and he seems to always be home. But, I have seen him in that tree before. Many times. ... "Dana, thank you so much for coming over. He's in his room." We walked down the hallway and she knocked on his door. "Matt? I called Dana from next door. She's going to look at you." "WHAT? Jill NO! I'm fine!" Jill opened the door and as soon as I saw him lying on the bed, knew he was in a lot of pain. I also thought it odd he called her Jill and not mom. I'd not picked up on that before. "Matt, your mom told me you got hurt in a sensitive area. I've been a nurse for 30 years and have seen it all. To me it's like I'm looking at your arm or your leg. I see you are in a lot of pain. There is a chance you may have ruptured a testicle or even twisted them. That's called torsion and isn't good. If that's the case, we will be heading to the ER immediately. It could cause permanent damage and you don't want that. This won't take but just a few minutes. Is it okay for me to examine you?" His face had turned red from embarrassment but he knew something wasn't right. He looked back at his mom and then asked, "Will she be in here?" I looked at Jill and motioned for the door. She nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her. Most teenage boys are like this. "Can you tell me what happened and where you got hurt?" He waited until the door was closed before he talked. "I was bored and decided to climb the tree in the backyard. I slipped on one of the branches and fell about six feet, landing directly on the branch. It was so painful. I even threw up. Do you really have to look at me?" "How am I going to tell what's wrong if I don't? Not only look, but I'll have to feel around too. There is no need to be embarrassed. Okay? If you don't let me do it here, there will be several nurses and techs at the ER that will be looking and you won't have the level of privacy you do here in your bedroom. But I can't promise after I look we won't be taking you to the hospital anyway. Understand?" He nodded in fear. "Can you stand up for me?" He lifted himself off the bed and stood, but was bent over in pain. "It hurts that bad? Maybe we just need to take you to the ER now." "No, please. I don't want to go to the hospital if I don't have to. What do I need to do?" "Simple, just lower your pants and underwear. I'll need to look and feel around. Since you are already in pain, any touching I do is going to hurt. I'll be as gentle as I can, but that's the only way I can see if I can figure out what's wrong." He nodded and lowered his pants. He held his hand over his penis which was erect. I noticed the tenting in his underwear and is normal for a boy his age. "I need your underwear down too." He looked at me and then down at his predicament trying to make it go down. Without hesitation, I added, "Don't worry, I've seen an erection before. Boys your age get them all the time and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Many men also get erections when examined. I see it happen frequently and it's normal. Now the sooner you let me examine you, the sooner this will be over." He mumbled "this is so embarrassing" as he pulled his underwear down. I've been a nurse long enough to not be surprised at anything I see. Fortunately, I maintained my composure as I looked. "You *are* swollen. I know that hurts. My son got hit with a baseball once and his scrotum looked just like this. I'll be as gentle as I can but it's going to hurt. I'm sorry." I reached down and felt around his testicles. His scrotum was swollen and already turning purple from the bruising. He flinched several times from the pain and was almost in tears at one point. It didn't appear he ruptured anything and it felt like everything was where it was supposed to be. "Have you been able to pee?" "Yes" "Did it hurt?" "No." "Did you notice any blood in the urine?" Again, "No." As I finished my exam, I held his penis and looked at the raw skin on the shaft. I pulled back his foreskin and noticed red splotches on the glans. He flinched again as I touched one of the raw areas. He then asked, "Can I pull my pants back up now?" "Matt?" I continued looking at the underside of his shaft, which was also raw. "Yes ma'am?" "What have you done here? I don't know what you are doing, but you need to be using lotion or lube when you masturbate." His face went blank and I thought he was going to faint from my observation. "Matt, your testicles are fine. It's just contusion which is a fancy word for trauma, but you already knew that. And you'll need to ice them for a few days and wear tight underwear or a jock strap when you get up and move around. No ER though. No school tomorrow either. You may need to be out Friday too. But your penis is raw. What are you doing when you masturbate? How did your penis get like this?" His face had gone from red to white and I thought he may pass out from my question. "Matt, look at me. All boys masturbate. All men masturbate. Believe me, I know. I was married for many years and raised my son. But I also taught him to use lotion or lube when he did his thing. Has your mom not told you this?" His eyes lit up as he shook his head no. "N-n-no. She's never talked to me about anything like that before." He looked horrified. "Lay back down on the bed. You can cover up with the sheet, but take your pants and underwear all the way off. I'll be back in a second." "Why?" He asked as he sat back down on the bed. "I'm going to get some ice for your scrotum and ointment to put on your penis. That looks awful and could get infected." I walked out and into the living room. ... "Jill, we need to put some ice on it." I followed her into the kitchen to get a bag of ice. "Also, do you have any antibiotic ointment?" "Yes, why? How bad is it? Do we need to go to the hospital?" She reached into the pantry to fetch the ointment while I put ice in a zip-lock. "No. It didn't feel like anything was ruptured or that he had torsion. It's just bruising and the ice will help. He'll be better in a day or two. But, when I was doing his exam, I noticed his penis is raw." "Raw?" She asked. "Yes, from masturbating. Have you not told him he needs to use lotion or lube?" She had the same look of shock on her face. "What? NO! I could never have a conversation with him about that." "Why not? You're his mother! All boys masturbate and he needs to understand it's normal and healthy to do so. But he needs to know that he could hurt himself if he's dry when he does it. I'm not sure how he's doing it or what he's using, but it doesn't look good and he's not doing it right. You should see it, Jill. I'm surprised it's not infected." "I-I-I've never even talked with him about sex, much less *THAT*!" I was now the one in shock and my face showed it. "Let me put this on him and then I want to talk. If that's alright?" She nodded. I walked back into Matts room. "I have some ice and ointment. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me." His face was beet red but he spread his legs as I pulled the sheet back. His erection still sticking straight up. I gently lifted his scrotum and put the bag of ice underneath. He flinched at the ice. "I know it's cold, but it will help the swelling." I then opened the ointment and looked further at his penis. "This is going to sting but will help with the healing. There is another cream we have at the office and I'll bring a couple of samples tomorrow." I proceeded to rub the ointment into the raw spots. His penis jumped a few times while I was putting it on, but that's a natural reaction. Fortunately, he was hard, so covering all the raw spots was easier with his skin stretched out. "It's small. Isn't it? The boys at school tease me about it." *I was expecting this question.* "Matt, I've seen many penises over my life and they come in all sizes. And I will tell you it doesn't matter. What matters is that you know how to use it." I then added and joked, "Most men don't. And I'll bet anything those boys that tease you don't either." I smiled, then walked into his bathroom to wipe the ointment off my fingers. As I walked back in, he started pulling the sheet back over him to cover his privates. "Why don't you let that air out for a while? I'll close the door behind me, but I think it will be best uncovered." He nodded. "Your mom said she has never had a conversation with you about sex. Is that true?" He nodded again. "Do you have questions?" He sheepishly said, "Yes" "I'm going to talk with your mom and see if maybe we can answer some of your questions. Would that be alright?" He nodded. Despite being 18, he looked like a little boy in that moment. He then started to say something but stopped. "Yes? You can tell me anything Matt." "I've, um, I've asked questions in the past and my grandmother always told me I shouldn't ask such things. Same with Jill." He looked down and ashamed. But relieved to have someone to talk to. He continued. "We lived with my grandmother until she died three years ago. I was home schooled until I started public school my sophomore year. All the boys had been through health class and knew things. I get made fun of because when they talk about girls, I have no idea what they are talking about. I mean, I think I know but I'm not sure. I'm also smaller than the other boys, so I get picked on in the locker room. And in the lunchroom. They've even told some of the girls about how small I am and they laugh at me too and make jokes about me. Well, most of them. At least I'm in AP classes and I only have to see those jerks for PE." He continued. "I've asked Jill before, but she doesn't want to talk about it. At least she doesn't call me a pervert like my grandmother used to. Jill just avoids the questions." He had a sense of relief getting that off his chest. "Well, let me chat with your mom and see if we can't get some of your questions answered." I started walking out of the room. "Ms. Bennet?" "Yes Matt?" "Are you going to tell her I've been touching myself?" "Sweetheart, she already knows. I told you all boys masturbate. There is nothing mysterious about that. And there's nothing wrong with it either. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He looked down and shook his head 'no'. "You don't understand. My grandmother caught me one time before she died. I got the worst spanking of my life. She told me to never do it again. I'm sorry, I just can't help myself sometimes." *Poor boy, what have they done to him?* I walked back over and sat on the side of his bed beside him, my back to his groin area so he wouldn't be further embarrassed. "Matt, it's completely natural and normal to masturbate. And healthy. Everyone does it. Even women, and that includes me." His eyes lit up. "Yes. How about you rest and let me talk with your mom. Alright?" He nodded again. "Also, you need to put that ointment on every few hours. And the longer you keep the sheet off and let it air out, the quicker the healing. Your mom will have to bring you more ice later, but I'll tell her to knock on the door so you can cover up. Deal?" "Thank you." I shut his door behind me. I walked back into her living room and she was already sitting on the edge of the sofa with a nervous look on her face. "Jill, can we talk?" She looked horrified but nodded 'yes'. She was shaking, but I could tell she was holding something back and wanted to talk about it. "Why don't you tell Matt you are coming over to my house for a while. But don't open the door without knocking first. I want him to air out with the ointment on. He doesn't have anything on below the waist. And he's quite embarrassed about it." She nodded and then I continued, "While he's resting, I'll open a bottle of wine and we can talk. I'll also bring some ointment from my office tomorrow that will be better for him. You will need to replace the ice every few hours, but he's going to be fine. He needs to stay home from school tomorrow and if it were me, Friday too." She nodded and knocked on his door to tell him she was going to my house. ... I poured two glasses of wine as we settled on the sofa in the living room. I then asked, "Jill, we don't know each other that well and if I'm out of place here, tell me and I'll leave it alone. But what's going on? Why haven't you talked to him about sex? You are his mother. I understand not having a man around to have that talk is one thing, but I was single too when I sat my son down. And he was a lot younger, well before puberty. I know it may be embarrassing for him, and even you, but you are the one that needs to talk to him about his body and about sex. It's nothing to be ashamed of." "I'm just not comfortable with it. My mom never even told me about sex. When I started my period, my mom put a box of pads on my dresser. She didn't tell me what to expect. Nothing. I had to figure it out on my own. My parents were older when they had me and always very strict and old school. We just didn't talk about things like that in our house. Ever." A tear ran down her cheek as she took a sip of wine. "Still, you need to talk to him. He has questions and you need to answer them." "You don't understand. I can't. I-I don't know what to tell him." She finished that glass and I poured another. She began shaking, "When I was younger, I went to a friend's house after the last day of school. She was having a few girls over for a pool party. My mom was reluctant, but let me go anyway because the other girls were going. What my mom didn't know was her parents were out of town. Her older sister was there though. A few of her sister's friends came over and before long, it was a large party. One of the older boys started talking to me and made me feel good. We started kissing and he convinced me to sneak into my friend's bedroom while everyone was outside. I'd never done anything but kiss a boy before then." She started crying again. When she composed herself, she continued. "I got pregnant with Matt that afternoon. I was 15. I was crying when my mom picked me up and she knew something happened. I told her and got into so much trouble. My father spanked me that night until I almost passed out in tears. And then every night for the next week." She started crying again and I gave her time. "When I missed my period, my mom took me to the doctor and they confirmed I was pregnant. My parents were furious, but told me I was going to have the baby and learn to grow up. They didn't enroll me in school the next year, so I stayed at home and was home-schooled. I rarely went out during my pregnancy, other than see the doctor. Even after I had him, they said the stigma of a young girl having a child so young was an embarrassment to them. We lived in a small town and that's how it was. When I finished high school, I wasn't allowed to go off to school, so I took online courses in accounting from a college. My parents basically raised him and he was more like a little brother than my son when he was younger." She took a sip of wine and wiped her tears. "I never graduated college, but my father did get me a bookkeeping job with the company he worked for. I worked from home and picked up a few more part-time jobs as well. I wanted to move out, but then my father got sick and I needed to help mom. Like I said, they were much older when they had me. After he died, I told her I needed to move out and be on my own. She gave me a guilt trip about being there for me and all she had done raising my son. And that I should stay with her and Matt. I told her I wanted to start dating. But she said nobody would want to date me because I had a son. I was 'damaged goods'. A few more years went by and then she got sick. I took care of her until she died three years ago. I sold her house and everything they had. I just needed a new start. I decided we would move into town and we bought this house. I needed to get away. I've kept my bookkeeping jobs and can work from anywhere. This is the first time I've ever been out on my own." She started crying again. I reached across the table and held her hand, giving her time. "Turns out mom was right. Nobody wants to date a young woman with a teenage boy. I've been out with a handful of guys over the past few years, even when mom was still alive. But when I always got to the part about having a kid, they wanted no part of it. There were two guys I dated that said they didn't mind me having a kid. After a few dates with the first one, I slept with him. He was rough with me and rushed. I wasn't sure what I was doing if I'm being honest. It hurt when he entered me but fortunately, he finished quickly. He never called me again after that. After a few months, I met another man who was a few years older. It was almost the same thing that happened. He also pushed me down on him and made me take him into my mouth. I know what that is, but had never done it before. He got frustrated because I didn't know what I was doing. He pulled out of my mouth and had his way with me. He never called me again either." She started crying again. "Dana, I don't know much about men. I've only had three experiences and all three were horrible. And I certainly don't know anything about boys Matt's age. I don't know how to talk with him about it." Tears were still running as she took a long sip of wine, looking relieved to get that off her chest. I reached across the table and took her hands into my hands. "Jill, you poor dear. I feel like such a horrible neighbor. I wished I would have known. I would have helped you. But, I know now and am going to help you." She held back tears as she asked, "How?" "For one, we are going to have a talk with your son. He's 18, Jill. Three years older than you were when you had him. And all he knows about sex is from whatever porn he watches and the stuff he's heard in the locker room at school. That's not good because those boys don't know anything about women. They just know where to put it and how to get off. Even the ones that have had sex don't know anything at that age. He needs to know how it really works." "He doesn't watch porn. I've got filters on the Wi-Fi. That's something my parents did as soon as he started using a computer and I've kept them in place. But Dana, I can't talk to him about this stuff. I don't know enough myself." I grinned and shook my head. "Nonsense. If you have questions, I'll answer anything you have. I've been a nurse for 30 years, 20 of which were with an OB/GYN. So, I'm quite familiar with the female body. I was also married for 12 years and Jacob was 8 when his father left. I raised him myself. I understand more about boys and men than they do." That brought a smile. "But more than that, you are how old? 33?" She nodded. I continued, "Girl, you need to get out and live life. Your son is a young man and can't live with you forever. I understand the situation with your parents. It's unfortunate so many years of your youth were taken away. But time to change that now. Matt is a great kid and needs to learn the ways of life too. You are a beautiful young woman Jill. And if you have any questions of your own, don't hesitate to ask me anything. *Girl talk*, you know? And I mean, *ANYTHING*. I'm anything but shy." She smiled, looking relieved. "Let's get back to Matt for a moment though. Has he ever had a girlfriend?" She shook her head no. "Other friends? Boys to hang out with?" No again. Then added, "My mom kept him inside most of the time and was strict on him. Whenever he would get out of line or anything, she would spank him to make him straighten up. He got a lot of spankings as a child. She caught him playing with himself one time and he got a spanking so bad. I can still hear the paddle and his crying. She told him never to do that again. Ever. She called him a littler pervert, along with other names." I finished my glass and poured another, thinking about how to say this. I then started, "He told me about the spanking. How awful. There's something else about Matt. Maybe another reason he is so shy around other kids his age. When I was examining him, he got an erection. And that's completely normal during an exam. It happens all the time. But, his penis is smaller than average." She sighed and looked down. "Small?" "He's about four inches. He had a full erection and it's noticeably smaller than average. Not that it really matters if he knows what to do with it. But, he did say the other boys pick on him in the locker room. Boys, and even men, are so stupid about the size of their cocks." She cocked her head to the side with a confusing look and drank the rest of her glass of wine. I refilled it as she then spoke up. "His life has been so messed up. He has no friends. He's never kissed, much less been with a girl. Now you say he's smaller than average? How am I supposed to talk to him about that?" She continued crying. I got her tissues and when she finally calmed down, "Jill, I told you I'm here to help you. Do you want help?" She nodded as she blew her nose. I continued. "I'm very different than how you grew up. I've always been open with my son about his body and about sex. He learned very young not to be ashamed of his body. In fact, his father and I were nudists and owned a cabin at a nudist campground about an hour from here. I got it in the divorce and have continued the lifestyle ever since. So, my son grew up with no 'mystery' about the human body. He knew what sex was when he was young, well before he developed. At age appropriate times, I would explain in more detail. Then when he was a little older, I told him about erections, masturbation and ejaculation. I told him it was healthy and natural and he shouldn't be ashamed. As he continued to grow and hit puberty, I had another conversation and re-iterated that it was natural and healthy and he wasn't doing anything wrong. Just do it in private. And believe me, when he hit puberty, all he did was lock himself in his room and play with himself. After a few weeks of washing crusted underwear and towels, I had another talk and made sure a box of tissue was on his nightstand." We both laughed. I took a long sip of wine, debating on telling her the next part. "But when he did hit puberty, I also had a long conversation with him about women. I used medical illustrations and gave him an anatomy lesson, even though he'd seen me and other women at the campground naked many times over the years. I taught him about the changes a girl goes through and he learned everything about a woman's cycle by the time I was done. It was more information than he wanted to know, but you'd be surprised how many men don't know all the messy details their wives go through every month." Her eyes lit up as she blushed and agreed. "Yes. I wanted him to know all of it." I took another sip. "Time went on and he started dating. I was always open with him about sex and when he started having sex, he would tell me about it. Despite everything we talked about, I know the poor girls weren't satisfied, as he didn't know what he was doing. No boy that age does. They just know it feels good and get off as quick as they can. Just like when they masturbate. It's like a game and the quicker they get off, the better. And most men do the same. Real men will take time to get a woman turned on. Ask and understand her needs and take note to how her body responds to his touch. Once that level of intimacy is reached, a woman can then open herself and experience indescribable pleasures." I took another sip and noticed she was intently listening to every word. "At that time, there was another nurse, Bonnie, working at the same practice. She had a son two months older than Jacob. She was also single and a nudist, so we became close friends as we had so much in common. When we would get together, we always talked extensively about sex and how men just don't get it sometimes. They use a woman's body as something to masturbate in to. I've only had one man who I would say was great in bed. But the rest were just, meh. Ironically, he had the smallest penis of all my lovers. Let me tell you, he knew how to turn me on and how to use it. We dated almost a year and talked about getting married, but he was transferred to California and I didn't want to move out west." I took a deep breath before I continued. "Anyway, Bonnie and I decided we didn't want our boys to be like most men. Over margaritas one night, Bonnie, Jose Cuervo and I concocted plan. We would teach our sons hands-on about pleasing a woman." Jill's mouth was open as she hung on every word. "Lane had already turned 18 and Jacob was a week away." I took another sip of wine. "We decided the weekend after Jacob's birthday, we would turn each other's boy into a man." I took another sip as she looked at me wide eyed. Jill then turned up her third glass, drinking the whole glass in one drink. "Whoa. Slow down or I'm going to have to drive you home." We both laughed. "You had sex with her 18-year-old son?" I nodded 'yes'. "What did you do?" It was my turn to take a sip. "When the weekend came, we had each told our sons that they wouldn't be hanging out with friends. Jacob complained, but I assured him he would like what I had planned. Anyway, we sat the boys down together and told them what was going to happen. Given we had always been open with them about sex and all vacationed together at the campground, it made sense to them in a weird way." "He spent the whole weekend with you?" She covered her mouth with her hand again. "Yes. Who better to teach a young man about sex than an experienced woman? I've heard some fathers take their sons to prostitutes to learn what it's like to be with an experienced woman. Because boys that age who are sexually active don't really know anything, and the girls that age don't know anything either. Right?" She nodded. "It's funny, Jacob is 29 now and has been married three years. I'm also close to his wife, Meredith. I have been since they started dating. She's like a daughter to me and we talk about everything. When they first were married, she thanked me for having Bonnie teach him." "Really?" She asked as she poured a fourth glass of wine. "Yes, really. She said he was different from the other guys she had been with. He had confidence around a woman's body and took time to understand her needs. And his ability to make her climax was something she had not experienced before. She was appreciative. As I said, she is like a daughter to me and talks to me about everything. Still to this day." I took a long sip of wine and thought, *Here it goes.* "Think about it. Matt could be turned into a man." We sat in silence for about a minute as I let her take in what I had just said. And offered. Finally, she looked up and asked, "Are you saying you want to do that for Matt?" She had a look of fear and relief. "Only if you want me to. He knows very little about sex, and what he does know is from the boys at school. He has never kissed a girl, much less anything else. When he finally gets the courage to ask a girl out, she will most likely be experienced. His confidence level will be low and who knows how that will work out. But if I were to teach him how to please a woman? Teach him how to caress and get her turned on. Understanding when and where to touch a woman's vulva and how to properly use his fingers and lick a woman to orgasm. And even though he has a smaller than average penis, that really doesn't matter. If he has confidence in what he's doing, he will be fine. Like I said, the best sex I've ever had was with a man who had a penis about the size of Matt's. And he knew how to use it better than the guys I've been with who had much larger cocks. And there are numerous positions to make it feel even bigger. I can show him those." She sat in shock. "I-I don't know. Can I think about this? This is a lot to take in." She finished that glass of wine. "Certainly. I know it's a lot to take in. I never thought I'd be in position to do that again. But for Matt and all he's been through? I'll do it if you want me to." She nodded. "How about we get you back home. You should run a long, hot bath. You can think about this conversation later. But you do need to check on Matt and make sure he put the ointment on again. He can do it himself, but just ask to make sure he does. He will also need more ice and don't forget to knock on the door. And one more thing." "Yes?" She asked as she started to stumble inside her door. "Don't make a big deal out of it, but... Come to think of it, never mind. Just put a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion by his bed. He'll get the hint from our conversation and neither of you has to be embarrassed about it." She agreed and shut the door. ... The following day after work, I took the ointment samples and wanted to check on my patient. He got an erection again, but didn't seem as embarrassed about it as I rubbed the ointment in. The swelling had gone down and the redness on his penis was starting to look considerably better after just one day. He started to ask something but I told him to rest. When I walked back into the living room, Jill asked, "How does he look?" "Better, but I think he should probably stay home from school tomorrow too. He's out next week for spring break, right?" "Yes" "He could go to school, but if he won't miss much I'd let him rest." "Okay. Can we go back over to your house? I want to talk about what we discussed yesterday." She told Matt she would be gone for a while and we walked back to my house. "I couldn't sleep last night because I was thinking about what you said. Were you being serious about teaching Matt?" "Yes, dear. I was being very serious." I poured her a glass of wine as I picked mine up. "Why?" She asked as she took a sip. "Jill, I'm 52 and have been divorced over 21 years. I've dated many men over the years but the past several years they are all around my age. And the ones I've slept with, well they can only get it up one good time then they are done. I even have one 'friend with benefits' I see on occasion, but he can only go twice and he is done. Not only would I be helping Matt out by teaching him about women, but I'll get to have a virile 18-year-old man who can go multiple times without losing his erection. It's a win-win!" That got a laugh out of her. "I hadn't thought of it like that. What all will you teach him?" She took another sip of wine. "I'm going to teach him anatomy first. Male and female. Very clinical. Then I'll teach him a lot more than that, including how to masturbate properly. Both himself and a woman. Once he learns he can make a woman orgasm with his index finger only, which is a lot smaller than his penis, it will make him feel better about his size. Also, I'll teach him how to perform oral and have her begging to be fucked. When you see your boy again after I have him, he will be an experienced man. And I'll guarantee he will be much more confident around other kids his age. That is if that's what you want for him." "Do you think he will agree to do it?" I almost spit out my wine. "Honey, if I wouldn't have let go of his cock when I did yesterday and again today, he would have covered my scrubs with semen. No 18-year-old is going to say no to that! Even to an older woman like me." She nodded and conceded the point. "When?" She asked. "His balls need to heal up first." We both snickered. "Do you have plans for next week?" "No. It's tax season and I'm behind on work. He will probably play video games all day." "We could do it then if he keeps healing up like he is. I would like to come back over tomorrow to check on him again. Maybe also have that anatomy discussion with him? I'll bring some books that have medical illustrations. How does that sound?" "Yes. I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but I want you to do this for him." "He will be fine Jill, trust me." *Time to make a phone call.* ... The following day after work, I walked next door. Jill let me in and I walked down the hall to his room. "Matt?" I knocked on the door and walked in. "How are you feeling today? Has the swelling gone down?" He quickly pulled the covers up with one hand and put something under his pillow with the other. His face reddened like he had been caught. I acted normally and asked again, "Has the swelling gone down? May I see it again?" He nodded and said it didn't hurt as bad. I walked over and pulled his sheet back. His penis was hard. He had obviously been playing with himself when I walked in. "I'm sorry Ms. Bennet, I can't help it." "First off its Dana, not Ms. Bennet. And second, I told you this was normal and natural. All men masturbate and I should have waited for you to respond before I barged in here. I owe *you* an apology." I looked down and saw the clear pre-cum fluid on the tip of his penis. *He was close.* "Do you want me to leave so you can finish first?" He had a blank stare of horror. "No, please don't tell Jill. You can examine me. I'm, I'm sorry." "Matt, it's alright. I promise." I gave him a warm smile and then re-focused on his swollen scrotum. I lifted his penis away and held it against his stomach as I felt around. The swelling was gone and the bruising was already beginning to fade. He was still going to be sore for another day or two though. I then began to examine his penis. The cream from the office worked wonders, as most of the redness was already gone. I gripped around his shaft, noting how hard he was. When I did, more pre-cum leaked from the tip. I then put a liberal amount of cream in my palm and grabbed his cock. I looked down and smiled, my soft fingers maintaining the grip on his cock as I started stroking. He looked at me with eyes and mouth wide open. "Matt, I've seen you in that tree before. You climb up in in there to stare at me while I tan." Despite my stroking his cock, his face reddened again like a boy caught stealing candy. "It's okay sweetheart. I'm a nudist and am comfortable with my body. I had that privacy fence installed so I could walk around naturally in my backyard. I didn't account for a young man climbing a tree to sneak a peek." I winked at him as I continued my soft strokes. "Maybe you should come over sometime and give it a try? It's a freeing feeling and something I think you would like. Just the two of us in the privacy of my backyard. You've already seen me naked, many times. And I've certainly seen you." I looked at the pre-cum flowing from his cock as he shook his head 'yes'. I continued stroking. He started breathing heavily and pointed his toes down so I backed off, letting him cool down. I did this several times over a couple of minutes, bringing him to the edge and backing off. I know boys and even men, tend to just go for it all at once. This is his first lesson. He needs to learn to not rush and enjoy the pleasure. I pulled his foreskin back and began rubbing his frenulum, the part on the underside of the head. I know that's sensitive for guys and I've made men cum just from rubbing that one spot. He was shaking from the sensation and I figured he'd had enough so I went back to stroking. I increased my pace and then watched as he shot several spurts. By the time he finished, his chest was covered with his bright white cum. I released his cock and winked at him as I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands. I came back out with a wet towel and cleaned him up. I looked down, smiled and asked, "Was it good?" He looked shocked, but nodded 'yes'. "Good. I told you it was natural and healthy. And it feels good too." I smiled. "I hope you don't mind that I helped you out? Have you ever done it like that before?" I again winked at him as I stood. He shook his head 'no' in disbelief with a big smile on his face. "Your scrotum looks much better than yesterday. And the ointment appears to be working. I think you have enough on you for a while now, but put it on again before bed. You can stop after tonight." He nodded, "Ms., I mean Dana?" "Yes Matt?" "Are you mad that I've watched you in your backyard?" "Not at all, Matt. You are a healthy young man and looking at a naked woman is natural. I was serious though, you should come over and try it sometime. I also have a cabin at a nudist campground and go up there a couple times a month. I raised my son this way. He saw naked people all the time growing up and didn't think anything of it. I know it's counter to the way you've grown up, but something you may want to think about. As I told you, you shouldn't be ashamed of your body. And you certainly shouldn't be afraid to let Jill see your injury. She is your mother." He thought about it. "Did you talk to Jill about, um?" I smiled. "I did. I've brought some books over with illustrations so we can talk. Let me get set up and I'll come back in here and get you when I'm ready." "You mean now?" He asked as he smiled back at me like an anxious little boy. As I started to walk away, I turned around. I didn't want to embarrass him further, but if he didn't have porn, what was he looking at? "Matt, what did you hide under your pillow when I walked in?" His smile quickly vanished and he looked even more terrified than he did when I walked in with Jill two days before. "Matt? I just want to know what you were hiding. It was obviously something you were using to get turned on or masturbate with. I just think if I know, it will help shape our discussion. Maybe I can finally figure out what you've been using to get so irritated." He looked horrified. "Matt? I will answer anything and everything you ask. I'm not your mom or your grandmother. I'll answer anything you have questions about or have heard at school. You can even ask using the language the boys at school use. Trust me, while the boys at school sound big and tough, they don't know what they are talking about. By the time I'm finished with you, you will know way more they do." He thought for a moment. Then, "Will you promise not to tell Jill?" "I can't promise that Matt. Your mom and I had a long talk the other day and I understand why you are so nervous now. I'm not your grandmother. I raised a son too. We were very different in our family though. I walked in on him masturbating more than once. I was never angry with him but wanted to know what he was using. Everyone is different and I wanted to understand him. And to help him. That may sound weird coming from a mother, but it's true." That put him somewhat at ease, but he was still nervous. I waited for a few moments and then raised my eyebrows and held out my hand. Sheepishly, he reached under his pillow and handed me what he'd hid. "Please don't tell her." He was completely exposed. I looked down in my hand and smiled. "Lots of boys take their mom's panties. That isn't anything unique with you. My son even took my panties a few times." There was a sudden ease in the tension in his face. "Really?" He sat up. Relieved. "Yes. There's a natural curiosity with boys and their moms. And with your mom, she is the only female in your life now. She is still young and very attractive. I don't blame you for wanting her panties and even trying to see her naked too. Especially if you can't look at porn. And I'm guessing you've suck a few peaks at her naked as well?" I gave him a wink as he blushed even more, admitting his guilt. "My son saw me and other women naked frequently at the campground, so there wasn't much mystery about the female form. Even still, he had a curiosity when he hit puberty. I was missing a few pairs of panties once and when I went through his room I found them. They were crusted with semen and I knew he had been using them to masturbate with." I shook my head with a smile. "What did you do?" He asked. "I put them in the wash." I laughed. "That's all?" He was sitting up now. "Yes. He was just trying to learn about women. Smelling my scent. Nothing more." He was relieved, but still anxious and curious as I closed the door behind me as I left. ... "Well? How did everything look?" Jill asked as I walked back into the living room. "The swelling is gone and the bruising is looking better too. He's still a little sore but looks much better than yesterday. And his penis looks great! It has healed a lot quicker than I thought it would. You should see it." She blushed and looked down shaking her head. "I tried to look, but he wouldn't show me. He's too embarrassed. But I would like to see how bad it is. Is that wrong?" "Not at all, you are his mother!" She nodded in agreement. "Did he ask about the talk?" "Yes. I told him I would answer all his questions." I smiled and continued, "By the way, he had been masturbating when I walked in." "Oh no! I'm so sorry Dana." I laughed. "Why? After I examined at him, I finished him off with my hand, showing him how to do it with lube and delay his ejaculation for more pleasure. Your boy has quite the load by the way. He may be small, but he has a lot of ejaculate. Forceful too." "Oh, my god! Are you serious?" She shook her head with her mouth wide open. "Yes, why? I'm going to be doing a lot more than that when I'm done with him." She blushed and looked down. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "You said I could ask you anything, right?" "Yes." "When you talk to Matt, could I listen in?" I smiled. "Of course, dear. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. If you prefer to do it afterwards when he isn't around, that's fine too. We can have 'girl talk' over wine later." I walked back to Matt's room and opened the door. I figured he no longer needs his modesty around me. I stuck my head inside and told him I was ready for him in the living room. "Put on some shorts and I'll see you in a minute. Or, you can come in naked if you like. It would be better for the discussion come to think of it. Maybe I'll even do that again for you." I winked at him. He stood, his cock hard again. He'd lost his sense of modesty with me quickly. He then hesitated, "Is she going be in there too?" "Yes. But she's your mom, she's seen you naked before." He shook his head 'no', not sure if I was being serious about being naked for the discussion. "Well, put your shorts on and come in to the living room so we can have our talk. Don't be afraid to ask me anything. And I mean anything. I don't want you to have any questions when we are done." I winked again. "Jill, he's getting dressed and about to come in here. I want this to be an open discussion and for him to ask questions. Please keep an open mind and don't judge anything he asks. I told him this will be a candid discussion and he can ask anything he has questions about. He may ask things that embarrass you and use language he hears at school. But trust me, he won't embarrass me. Okay?" She nodded. Matt came into the room, his shorts tenting from another erection. *I can't wait to teach him how to properly use that!* I led the discussion and had books with illustrations. It was a clinical talk about sex and STIs. I talked about the male anatomy and referenced his penis, talking about circumcised vs. un-circumcised. I could tell he was both aroused and embarrassed with Jill being there. Jill was too. "Matt, stand and lower your shorts for me." He looked at me with fear shaking his head 'no'. "Go ahead, I've seen it and told Jill that I helped you to orgasm earlier. I want her to see how it's healing up and wanted to talk to you about hygiene since you are uncircumcised." He looked at the floor, then again at Jill. "I'm waiting." He looked at Jill one more time, then back at me. Slowly, he stood and lowered his shorts, his erection sticking straight out. "Jill, see how it's healing up? This was bright red on Wednesday and you can still see where the skin was torn in this spot." She looked and nodded. It was the first time seeing his penis since puberty. I pulled his foreskin back and showed her the glans and how nicely it had healed. "Matt, when you wash you need to make sure you pull the foreskin all the way back and clean thoroughly. I did notice an odor the other day, so you need to do a better job of washing. Men who are uncircumcised are more likely to get STIs than those who are circumcised. Also, if you aren't clean, there is a higher chance you could give your partner a yeast infection, which isn't any fun." Jill agreed with that one. "One good thing about being uncut is the skin acts like a glove when masturbating and during sex and is supposed to be more pleasurable. Since I don't have a penis, I'll just have to take the word of the guys that have written about it." He laughed, not able to make eye contact with Jill. I reached over to my bag and pulled out a condom. "While we are talking STIs and you are in this erect state, I want to teach you how to properly put this on." He looked at me and then at Jill, who also had a surprised look on her face. "You need to squeeze the tip here and get any air out of it as you roll it down your shaft. Now for you, a couple of things to keep in mind. First, you need to allow a little extra to hang off the tip of your penis in addition to the reservoir tip because you have a load like I've not seen before in a man." He blushed and smiled at the same time. "Also, since you are not circumcised, you need to pull your foreskin all the way back first as you unroll the condom. Once the underside of the skin is covered, let the skin fall back in place and keep rolling the condom down over the outside of the skin. You will be using more of the condom than most guys because of this. If you don't put it on like this, it will be more likely to slip off during sex." He and Jill looked down at his condom-covered cock. I then reached down and pulled it off. "Your turn." I handed him another one and we watched as he put it on correctly. "Okay, you can take it off and pull your shorts back up now." He quickly pulled off the condom and pulled his shorts back up. He was still hard as a rock but not as embarrassed as I thought he would be. *Maybe nudism is in his future after all.* "See? That didn't kill you to have Jill see your penis. The more I think about it, I may have to take you to my cabin and get you over this fear of being naked in front of other people. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of dear." I then changed the subject and started talking about women's anatomy and what a woman goes through her cycle and through pregnancy. Turns out, he didn't know a whole lot about anything. He thought girls peed out of their vagina. Poor kid. Fortunately, I didn't laugh at that one. He did ask questions about things he's heard the boys talk about at school. From blue balls, to blowjobs, to sex on the rag, to squirting, to pearl necklaces and even anal sex. I answered everything. Giving him the clinical terms as well as the slang words people use. While Jill didn't ask anything, I could tell some of the talk was new to her too and we would be talking later over wine. As he was asking about a woman's orgasm, my phone buzzed. I looked, smiled and texted back. A minute later, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" Jill asked as she stood to answer the door. "That's my friend Bonnie." She looked back at me with open eyes. "I invited her to help us for the next part. The illustrations in these books are one thing, but like when we discussed the male anatomy, I think Matt should see first-hand what we've been talking about with a female." She and Matt exchanged looks, both blushing as she opened the door. Bonnie introduced herself to Jill and then to Matt as she sat down. "Matt, Bonnie is a close friend of mine. She is also a nurse and raised a boy the same age as my son. We've been close friends for many years. Anyway, she has agreed to be our live model." He blushed and looked down at his erection again. He then looked at Jill, who was also blushing. I'd not told her about this part of the discussion. Looking down at his predicament, I added, "Matt, I see you have another erection. And that's okay. I've told you that's natural and there is no need to be embarrassed about it. We are all adults here and Bonnie has seen erections before too. Bonnie has volunteered to model for you and I want you to take a close look as I show you her intimate areas. Ask any questions you have. Anything, okay?" He nodded. "Bonnie go ahead." She was wearing a sun dress and no bra. She stood and dropped the shoulders of the dress and it fell to the floor. She then lowered her panties and stood naked in front of Matt and Jill. Matt's jaw fell open as he tried to hold back a huge smile. I looked at him and said, "It's okay to smile Matt. The human body is a beautiful thing and Bonnie has stayed in shape over the years. She has a beautiful body." I stood beside her and started the lesson. "As you see, her breasts are larger than mine and your mother's. Women's breasts come in all sizes but have the same purpose. And just like the male penis, their size doesn't matter at all for their purpose." He nodded, starting at Bonnie's breasts and looking down to her pussy. "Bonnie, would you mind sitting on the chair so we can show Matt your vulva?" She nodded and sat on the chair, spreading her legs and resting them on the arms of the chair. Her sex exposed. Matt got up and helped me move the coffee table out of the way as I positioned him to sit on the floor in front of her. Jill stood behind him. "As you see, Bonnie has no pubic hair. All girls have hair, just like you do, but many girls will trim or shave completely. In all my years as a nurse, I've seen it all. There isn't any right or wrong way a woman's hair is supposed to be. Just whatever they feel like. There are advantages to being bare though. In my opinion, sex feels better. But that's my opinion." Bonnie then spoke up and agreed. Jill blushed, but was fixated on Bonnies body as much as her son. "As we saw in the book, her outer labia are what you see now. The clinical term is labia majora. Guys will refer to this as a 'outer lips', 'camel toe', 'sideways taco', 'peach', many things, but you get the idea. Bonnie, would you mind opening so we can see more?" She spread her labia. Matt gasped. So, did Jill. I continued. "This is what we call the inner labia, or labia minora. You will also hear them referred to as 'inner lips' or 'meat flaps'. They also come in all shapes and lengths, but are much thinner than the majora. Bonnie's labia are average size, but they can range from almost non-existent to hanging down outside the outer labia. Again, every woman's body is unique and beautiful." His eyes were glued to Bonnie. I reached in and spread her inner labia with my fingers. "Matt, lean in and have a closer look." He knelt in front of Bonnie, his face inches from her. I could smell her from where I was, so I know he was taking in her scent. "As you see, here is the entrance to her vagina, or as your friends at school will say, her pussy. Just above that, you see this small hole here?" "Yes" His eyes were wide open. So were Jill's. "This is her urethra. This is where a woman pees from, not her vagina." He shook his head in embarrassment. "Don't worry. Not having one yourself, I can see how you may have thought that. I'm sure you aren't the only boy to ever think that. Anyway, just above that is her clitoris. What you see here is the tip of the clitoris, but it extends inside her body and down on either side of her vaginal opening under the skin in an upside down 'V'. Think of the clitoris like a small penis. It is more sensitive than a penis though. This is how most women have orgasms. It's sometimes difficult for women to have orgasms during intercourse. Either there isn't enough stimulation or the guy just doesn't last long enough. But when a man manipulates a woman's clitoris, she is more likely to orgasm. He can do this with his fingers, tongue, toy or even rubbing the head of his penis across it for stimulation." I don't think he had blinked in over a minute. Same with Jill. "The clitoris is also unique to a woman. Some are small, some medium sized like Bonnie's and some are large. I've seen some women with a clitoris is so large it looks like a boy's penis. Just like the penis, size doesn't matter." I continued. "And then when you look down, you will see her anus, just like yours. One thing I do want to mention is that when you are intimate with a woman, keep in mind that it is easy for women to get UTIs, or urinary tract infections. Any touching done down here and you will have to wash your fingers or penis before touching the vaginal area again." He had a blank stare. "Bonnie, did you bring it?" "Yes, in my bag over there." I walked over and pulled the speculum and lube out of Bonnie's bag. Jill's eyes were wide open in a look of shock. All women know this instrument. "Matt, I'm going to show you inside a woman's vagina. I think it will help understand how the inside expands when a woman is stimulated, but also where the cervix is. You remember our discussion of the cervix?" "Y-y-yes." His eyes still glued to Bonnie. "Now this is called a speculum and is what a doctor uses when he examines a woman. I told you there are things a woman goes through that men don't at the doctor. This is one of them. It's embarrassing for most women, especially young women. But Bonnie and I have done this so long for work, we don't even think about it. That's why she agreed to allow you to look at her this way. She's not embarrassed by it. Are you Bonnie?" She smiled and answered 'no' as she looked down at the ever-increasing dark wet spot on the front of Matt's light-grey gym shorts. *She was enjoying this too.* I put the lube on the plastic and then put some on my finger and inserted it. I turned my finger up, finding her g-spot and massaged it for a few seconds. She took a deep breath looked down at me with a grin. *Let's just say Bonnie and I are close.* At this point, I think Jill was more intrigued as I pulled my finger out and then inserted the device. Once in and open, I had him look closely. He was also able to see through the sides of the clear plastic, so he saw the walls of the vagina too. Then Jill. I wanted to take the mystery out of it for him. And her. "You see the tiny hole at the end? That's the cervix. When a man ejaculates inside a woman's vagina, the sperm is only a tiny fraction of the ejaculate. The rest is comprised of proteins and other fluids designed to protect the sperm but also to relax the opening of the cervix so the sperm can get into the uterus for fertilization of the egg." He never blinked. "When a woman is ready to give birth, that tiny hole dilates to a size large enough for the baby to pass through." His eyes lit up in amazement. I pulled the speculum out and put it on a towel on the table. Bonnie sat up, still nude. "Matt, do you have any additional questions on the female anatomy?" Silence. "Just before Bonnie texted me, we were talking about a woman's orgasm. Every woman is different and likes to be touched in different ways. When women age, they know their bodies well and can usually climax easier and quicker. Whereas men reach their sexual peak in their early 20s, women hit it in their 40s. Since we are all adults here, I've asked Bonnie if we could watch her orgasm. Would that be alright?" His mouth dropped open as he shook his head 'yes'. Jill gasped and looked at me, then Bonnie. Bonnie leaned back and waited. We'd discussed this and she was more than willing for this part of her visit. It was her idea. "Matt, kneel back down in front of Bonnie." He did. Bonnie began caressing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, as she was excitedly anticipating the next part. Matt looked up as Bonnie had already closed her eyes and began lightly pinching her nipples. "Women's breasts are sensitive and so are their nipples. This is an erogenous zone you need take time with. Many guys will just grab the breasts and grope them. Watch what she's doing." Bonnie has long nipples when erect and she was already in an excited state. After a few minutes of stimulating her own breasts, she spread her legs. Matt was sitting only inches from her pussy as she opened her lips with one hand and dipped a finger into her opening with the other. While I had used lube for the speculum, the wetness now was all her. She pulled her finger out and showed it to Matt, then rubbed up her slit to her clitoris and then back down. After a few minutes, her pussy was drenched and swollen. "See how her clitoris has changed color to a deeper shade of pink?" They both nodded. "That's her body responding and getting ready for sex. Like a man's erection, blood flows to the area and the vulva and clitoris swell. Her vagina also produces its own lubricant preparing itself for penetration. It's much like the clear fluid that comes out of your penis before you ejaculate." He looked up and nodded, and then back at Bonnie, who was lost in what she was doing now and about to climax. I looked down and the small dark wet spot in Matt's shorts was getting larger. *Now to blow his mind.* I looked at Bonnie and she stopped. I reached down and took Matt's hand. He looked at me briefly with a confused look. When I guided his hand to Bonnie's pussy, he gasped. "Matt, I'm going to guide your finger inside of Bonnie's pussy. I want to show you where the g-spot is that we discussed earlier. Is that okay with you?" That was a stupid question I know, but wanted to get his permission. He didn't hesitate and shook his head 'yes' in disbelief. Jill looked on in shock and amazement. I guided his index finger into Bonnie and turned it up when we reached the second knuckle. My finger was in there too, showing him the right spot. "There. Feel that spongy pad?" "Y-y-yes" "That's the g-spot. Start rubbing in a slow, circular motion. Don't put too much pressure on it. Yet." He did and Bonnie started rocking her hips back and forth as Matt fingered a girl for the first time. I know, that's crude, but the term he used earlier. "Matt, now take your other finger and start rubbing her clitoris in the same circular motion as you are her g-spot." He did. He then looked down at his finger and the trickle of fluid running down it into his palm. "That's just her lubricating herself. The wetter a woman gets, the more turned on. You're doing great! Keep doing just that and watch for her body to respond." I looked at Jill and she briefly looked at me as I winked. She then went back and watched as her son's second lesson continued. "Matt, now take your finger inside her and apply more pressure upward and begin moving your finger in further and back out, simulating intercourse." He did. Bonnie began moaning and I knew she was close and wouldn't last much longer. "Matt, do it harder and faster. Apply more pressure on her clitoris too." Bonnie's body began shaking and then the first wave hit. Matt turned back to me as if to ask what to do, so I told him. "Keep doing that through this first wave." When the wave subsided, I told him to lighten the pressure on her clit as it was now too sensitive for that much stimulation. During the first wave, her vaginal opening contracted and was clearly visible to the three of us as she had an orgasm. As she calmed, I told him to apply more pressure and do it again. She had another wave and her pussy contracted on his finger again, gushing more of her delicious nectar. When that wave passed, I told him to stop and pull his finger out. He stared at her opening, which was still throbbing from the orgasms. His eyes never left her pussy as Bonnie began to sit up. She kissed him on the check and said, "Thank you!" She looked down at Matt's shorts. Jill and I followed her eyes and we all saw it. The wet spot was now covering his shorts and semen was leaking down his leg. He'd had a hands-free orgasm from the excitement. He looked down and immediately covered himself in embarrassment as Bonnie sat up and put her dress back on. "Matt? That's okay. That was a lot to take in for a young man. If I'm being honest, it turned me on too. So, don't worry about ejaculating just now. Really, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. We are done with today's lesson anyway. Why don't you go to your room and clean up?" He stood and walked into his room still somewhat embarrassed, but a huge smile on his face. As Bonnie grabbed her bag, I turned to Jill who was still sitting on the floor. "Are you alright?" She looked back at me, her face flushed. "I-I-I don't know what to say." Bonnie then said, "I've got to get going but what a way to start the weekend! That young man has a lot of potential." She looked back and Jill and smiled. "Lane is coming over for dinner. If you have time later, want to join us?" "That sounds great. I haven't seen him since his divorce. I still can't believe she did that to him." I walked her to the door and said goodbye. I then turned back around to speak with Jill, who stood and suddenly reached down between her legs with a panicked look. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "I think I just started my period. I'm not supposed to start for another two weeks though." I looked at her and smiled. "Jill, put your finger down there and see." "What?" "It's just us girls dear. I don't think that's your period. Have you never gushed before from being turned on?" She shook her head 'no' as she put her finger into her panties and pulled it back out covered in clear fluid. She looked at it, almost confused. *This is getting even better.* "Jill, have *you* ever had an orgasm?" "No." She looked down and shook her head. I then shouted down the hall, "Matt? Your mom and I are going to my house for a while." I grabbed Jill's arm as we walked to my house. ... We walked into my kitchen and I pulled out the tequila and blender. *Time for margaritas.* "First things first. You don't masturbate?" "No. I told you I was taught it was wrong. I got into so much trouble when I had sex with Matt's father. My dad called me bad things and I was ashamed. I still think about that. Even when I had sex with those two guys I've dated, I don't think I've had an orgasm. If anything, it always hurt. I told you, I'm not that experienced. I'm not even sure how to have an orgasm." I just shook my head and then asked, "Jill, would you like me to show you how to have an orgasm like Bonnie just did?" She took a deep breath, not sure how to respond to my question. "Dear, I know it may be embarrassing to you, but I'll be happy to do that for you if you like." I took another drink. So did she. She then nodded 'yes'. "Let's go back into my bedroom." We walked down the hall and I pulled the sheet back on my bed. "Jill, take your shorts off." She took her shorts off and stood in a pair of plain white, cotton panties with a huge wet spot over her pussy. The same style of panties Matt had in his bedroom. "Your panties need to come off too." She hesitated for a moment then stepped out of her panties. I looked at the wet spot as I put a towel on the bed. "Lay back on the bed and spread your legs." She did. She had a full bush and it didn't appear she ever trimmed it. It was a mess. It was also covered in her wetness. She was drenched. "You've got quite the bush going on. Do you ever trim or shave it?" "No. My mom told me to shave my legs and pits, but I shouldn't touch myself down here. I guess with the shame after all these years, I've never thought about it. I trim my panty line, but nothing more. Is it normal to shave?" "I see everything from completely shaved to a full triangle up here. Some women even have piercings and tattoos down here. Nothing surprises me anymore." We both laughed. "Is it okay if I touch you?" She nodded. I spread her lips with one hand and rubbed my finger from her opening to her clitoris. She jumped when I touched her clit. "You okay?" "Ye-yes" "I'm going to go slow. There will be lots of new feelings. Physically and emotionally. You are drenched and already swollen. If you were with one of those guys now, you would be begging them to pound you as hard as they could and still want more." She moaned as I kept rubbing my finger up and down her pussy. "Don't fight back any feelings. You may even feel like you've peed on yourself. But I assure you that you haven't." Her hips were moving now to my touch. *This wasn't going to take long.* I then inserted a finger into her, turning it up to begin rubbing the pad of my finger on her g-spot just like Matt had done for Bonnie. She jumped from the sensation, but was getting closer and closer. I kept lightly rubbing her clitoris while rubbing her g-spot. Her breathing became heavy and her body began shaking. I increased the speed and pressure and moments later, it happened. She nearly came off the bed as she experienced her first orgasm. It came in several waves. I kept the pressure for a short period of time but backed off when I thought she'd had enough. By the time she came down, she was crying. I pulled my finger out, which was covered in her wetness. The towel was saturated as well. It was like a dam had burst, emotionally and physically. When her breathing normalized, she sat up and looked at me through her tears. Smiling. "Lay back down and relax. That was a strong one girl. Are you okay?" She was still crying and laughing at the same time as she nodded her head yes. "Put your hand down here and touch yourself." She did and her eyes lit up. "That's you wet you got." She shook her head in disbelief. "Feel like another one?" She looked at me, confused. "Trust me." *This poor girl deserves this.* I stood and took off my clothes. She stared at me uncertain as I positioned between her legs. Putting my arms under her legs and spreading them, I leaned in and tasted her. My tongue was covered in her sweet juices and I swallowed as much as I could. I've tasted myself, Bonnie and a few others over the years, and this was exciting for me. She jumped when my tongue made contact, but made no effort to stop what I was doing. She was lost in this new-found pleasure. For the next twenty minutes, I brought her to the edge and backed off. Her clitoris was throbbing and pussy contracting by the time her entire body gave in. The pillow was also drenched with her tears. Happy tears. I let her rest for a few minutes while I quietly lay beside her. Finally, she looked over and thanked me as she reached down and felt of herself. "I can't believe how this feels right now. Are all orgasms like that?" I laughed. "I wished! No, not all are like that. What you had the first time was a combination of a clitoral and g-spot orgasm, which is intense. For me, clitoral orgasms are strongest which is the one I just gave you. But the g-spot is deeper if that makes any sense. I've even had anal orgasms. "Anal?" She asked with a look of shock and curiousness. "Yes. I like anal sex too and can climax if the guy does it right. Which is something I'll be teaching young Matt. He has the perfect cock for that." I laughed as she looked at me with a newfound curiosity. "I'm horny now and am going to use my vibrator. Would you like to watch?" She nodded 'yes'. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my trusty rabbit. I turned the rotating beads and the clitoral vibrator on high. It wasn't two minutes and I had an intense orgasm. I kept it in and rode a second wave. When I pulled it out, Jill was staring in amazement. "Would you like to try it?" For a girl who had never masturbated before, she was no longer shy about exploration as she excitedly said yes. She lay back down and I put the rabbit into her pussy. It was covered in my juices and she was still drenched. When I turned on the beads she moaned loudly and began moving her hips to the rotation of the beads. When I turned the clitoral vibration on, I thought she was going to hit the ceiling. The next orgasm came quickly. She was screaming and using language I'd never heard shy Jill use before. When she came down, the towel looked like it had been dropped in the tub. I pulled the rabbit out and put it off to the side. She then looked at the vibrator and before she had a chance to ask, "I'll take you shopping if you like? I've got others but this one is my favorite toy. You can take it home with you if you want though. I have a feeling you may be doing more self-exploration later." She looked down and grinned, shaking her head 'yes'. *She's come a long way in such a short period of time.* "Want to finish that margarita?" I had to help her get dressed and get into the kitchen. She was weak kneed and lightheaded. We sat back in my kitchen and I re-filled our drinks, but also handed her a glass of water. She was glowing. "That's how sex is supposed to make you feel. Not all the time by any stretch, but men need to learn how to do that for you and to you. Most don't. All they want to do is stick it in, get off and go to sleep. But a good lover? A good lover will make sure you are satisfied first and then again after he climaxes. It's not always about penetration and fucking. Many times, it's oral. Or even having your guy use toys on you like I did. Some guys get defensive about toys. But, it feels so good and if they would just open their minds they would see that a toy isn't a competitor to them, it's an enhancement to what they already have. Many guys don't get it." She was still glowing. We had a good conversation about what good sex with a man is like. At least my opinion of what it is. She looked at the time and said she should go back and check on Matt, but also asked if we could continue this discussion soon. "Of course!" ... After she left, I called Bonnie and asked if I could still come over. It was getting late, but I wanted to thank her for allowing us to use her body. I also wanted to see Lane. That bitch of a wife didn't know what she had. I get that he traveled. But to not only cheat on him, but to get pregnant with the guy's child? I'm glad he kicked her out. I also wanted to see him again for a selfish purpose though. A couple of selfish purposes. ... "So, did young Matt get cleaned up after I left?" She was laughing as she handed me a margarita. *I swear, she knows what these do to me.* "I guess. As soon as you left, something interesting happened though. I'll tell you about it in a little while, but Lane, tell me what's going on with you." After 30 minutes of catching up on Lane, his career and that bitch, the conversation turned. I started telling them about what happened after she left. Despite being his mother, they have a similar relationship I do with Jacob. Candid sex discussions are common and we talk about everything. And I mean everything. For the next hour, I told them about Jill's past. What all she and Matt have been through and my offer to teach Matt like I did Lane. I also told them about the breakthrough back at my house and masturbating then going down on Jill. "Damn! Sounds like she needs someone to teach her how to be property loved in the bedroom just like her son." Lane said as he downed the rest of his drink. "Funny you should say that Lane. I want you to do just that." He and Bonnie both about spit out their drinks. "What? Damn, Dana. She would never agree to that. It's fun to think about though. Me teaching a woman the ways of the world? An older woman at that!" He laughed. "She's only four years older than you are, Lane. But in terms of experience, you are years ahead of her. I'm being serious, Lane. You didn't know anything other than where to put it when I got hold of you. Don't you think the weekend we spent helped you out in life?" He refilled his margarita and took a huge drink. "Yes. It helped a ton in life and with the girls I dated." He looked at Bonnie and back at me with a smile. "Are you being serious or is this the margaritas talking? There is no way she would agree to this." He finished the drink then refilled it. Bonnie looked on in silence. "Let me handle Jill. But I think this is exactly what she needs. Lane, she has never been property fucked. Only used. I want you to show her how a man is supposed to fuck his woman after getting her turned on so she will know what to do with other guys in the future. I'm being serious, Lane. I want you to do this. For me." I took a drink, then looked at him with a wicked smile. "That is, unless you've forgotten what I taught you?" I took another sip, waiting on his response. "No. If anything, I've gotten much better." He smiled back at me and then at Bonnie, with a macho bravado. I looked at him, downed the rest of my margarita, then said, "Well, if I'm going to convince her to let you do this, you'll have to prove it!" I stood, dropped my dress and started for the spare bedroom. "What do you think you are doing?" Bonnie asked as I walked down the hall in only my panties. "I'm going to get your son to fuck me properly and see if he still remembers what I taught him. I'm horny and he's now divorced. He's fair game. I jerked off young Matt today, watched you have an orgasm and gave Jill the first orgasms of her life. My pussy has been a swampy mess all day and I need to be fucked!" I turned and took off my panties. Despite being older, I also stay in shape. Lane had a buzz from the tequila and fortunately, followed me. Bonnie shook her head and laughed. I'm sure her vibrator got a workout though. ... I pulled back into my driveway Sunday morning. Lane had not only perfected his skills, but enhanced them. I still couldn't believe his ex-wife had an affair. That bitch will soon figure out that she fucked up. I haven't been fucked that properly in a long time. He's an excellent lover and a great young man. I lost count of the orgasms he gave me. I smiled as I soaked in the tub. When I got out, I already felt like I needed another bath. My pussy was still drenched from being thoroughly fucked and thinking about helping young Matt. I put on a sexy pair of silk panties and then a dress with a low-cut top. No bra. *Time to talk with Jill.* *And see young Matt again.*

Francis Meets a Black Stud Ch. 06

*Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, but things are as they are. For any new readers, you may want to back up a bit as this begins exactly where part 5 left off, otherwise the start may be a bit fuzzy. Happy reading! Kisses, Francis* We turned left a few miles past the campground; drove across a cattle guard and to a high place in the middle of this really large pasture. Those ugly fuckers turned in behind us. There was nothing between us and the road except a barbwire fence and anyone passing could see us back here. Since we were at least a half a mile from the road, I was sure that no one that saw us would have any idea what we were doing but I was concerned that the landowner would see us and come to investigate. I cautiously slid out of the truck after Daddy. He grabbed my ass and pushed into the arms of one of those ugly black dudes. He grabbed me and pulled me close and placed my hand on his swollen cock, fuck it felt like it went half way to his knee. I had to pull myself away a little bit at the hips so that he wouldn't feel that chastity contraption underneath my skirt. The other guy came up from behind and staring rubbing my ass. I reached back and felt for his cock too. God I was in heaven and I quickly didn't give a fuck about any landowner and was ready to do anything Daddy told me to. But I was quickly snapped out of this euphoria by Daddy yelling at the guy grabbing my ass; "remember what I said about her being on her period? If you're not careful you may find something you don't want." I giggled at this and he added, "Give her just a minute to relax while I get the cameras ready." I was disappointed when they both let me go, but I moved to the side of the first guy and he hugged me with one arm while I stroked his cock though his jeans. I reached up with one hand and turned his face to me and gave a kiss, this may not have been my first kiss, but it was the first time I had kissed a man, it was a long kiss and it made me feel sexy, it made me feel like a woman! Daddy got the cameras ready set up and then he told to come on over. I grabbed those ugly fuckers by the arm and marched right in front of the camera to where Daddy had pointed. I looked right into the camera and said. My name is Francis and I have an insatiable desire for black cock. The problem is that I am in Kansas and there are not a lot of black guys around. I was lucky enough to find these two motherfuckers drinking beer outside of a convenience store in Wichita and they are willing to give me what I crave. With that I slid to my knees sliding my hands down their bodies and then rubbing their cocks through their jeans. I then said; Give them to me! The one I had kissed had his out first; it was as big as it had felt through his jeans. I began kissing and loving on and then I began sucking it as if were the only thing in the world. It was about then that I felt the other guy rubbing his big black cock on my ear and cheek. I let the first cock slip out of my mouth and without missing a beat I had that other cocks balls deep in my mouth. I was getting very caught up in what I was doing, but the thought of the land owner showing kept popping into my mind, but every time I would concentrate more on the task at hand. I was getting more and more turned on by the minute, yet my little restraint device kept my ability to release in check. This just made me hotter and hotter. It was about this time that I felt them moving above me and I noticed their shirts dropping to the ground. I guess they were getting hot too. I had a cock in each hand and always had one in my mouth, it was amazing. At some point one of the guys kind of pulled away from me, but not so far as I had to take my hand off his beautiful black cock. I kind of looked that way to see what he was doing and saw that he was removing the rest of his clothes. The other guy then pulled away from me so he could do the same thing. It was then that I noticed their bodies, whereas these were some ugly motherfuckers, they were cut. I went into some strange euphoric trance and kind of stood up and touched his pecks with one hand and held his cock with the other. I leaned in and began sucking his nipples and slowly made my way back down to his wonderful cock. When I was back on my knees the other guy started rubbing my temple with his cock and I reached and touched it again. Wow! This so had me turned on, I was in the middle of a pasture fully dressed on my knees in front of 2 cut black fuckers sucking cock like the slut I had become... like the cumslut I had become in less just 3 days. At that moment I just couldn't take my mouth off of the guys cock. That guy turned to Daddy and asked, "Does she do anal?" Daddy responded yes, but that in her condition it was all up to her. With the guys cock in my mouth I looked up at the other guy and shook my head up and down. Damn I needed to be fucked. I didn't want that other cock to leave my mouth so I awkwardly got up into a leaning over position, this also gave the chance to adjust my restrained dick where it nothing would be exposed from the rear. He lubed up his cock with some lube Daddy gave him he began to tease my asshole with gorgeous black cock. He then began to slowly ease it in, when the head popped all the way in I reached around and grabbed the guys ass and pulled him all the way into my face until his balls were on my chin and held it there as long as I could as the guy kept pushing his cock deeper into my ass. He finally got it all the way and feels his balls touching me. I had to release the other guy cock for a moment and breath. He began pumping in an out of me slowly as I caught my breath; I began sucking his friend again in the same kind of rhythm that I was being fucked. After few minutes of this the guy fucking me grabbed my hips are started slamming my ass against his cock burying in all the way with each thrust. The other guy grabbed a hand full of hair and held my head in a way where my mouth was just aimed at his cock. With the guy in back pushing my hips back and forth I no control how I was sucking this guys cock, just like the pounding in my ass, my body moving back and forth way I was also getting my face pounded by a big black cock. I was in some kind of sexual trance from all this stimulation and somewhere way off in the distance I heard Daddy say, Remember guys, you paid to cum on her face and that's what I want to see on this video. It was about a second later that the guy in my ass pulled out and pushed me to the ground, I was back on my knees and looked up at him. He was jacking his big beautiful black cock furiously and I stared it for a moment as if in a trance. I snapped out of it and began licking his balls and whispering "give it to, give it to me". About this time I heard the other guy shout "Here it cums!" and I turned to him and opened my mouth. His first shot went across my face in big thick string of cum. The rest came out in a couple of spurts that oozed straight into my mouth. He then ran his finger along the bottom and made a last big glob appear, I leaned up and kissed the end of his cock and sucked his cum into my mouth. It was a big, load, this guy must have been saving up, but I kept it all in mouth and didn't swallow just like Daddy had told me. With his cum in my mouth I carefully thanked him for his wonderful sperm and then took a big swallow, then turned to the other guy and said. "May I please have some more, I really need your cum." But before I could finish his first shot hit me in the face and then another. I held my mouth open and tried to catch the rest. He kept on loading my mouth with his glorious seed. When he finished cumming I thank him too, but it was much harder to speak this time with so much cum in my mouth. He then squeezed the last of his cum from his cock and as I went up to kiss it into my mouth, he grabbed me by my hair with one hand and used his cock to rub his cum onto my forehead. I then looked directly into the camera and showed the cum in my mouth and swallowed and then showed my empty mouth. The camera kept rolling and began pushing the cum from my face into my mouth and licking my fingers. Daddy turned off the camera and told those guys to haul ass and that they had got what they wanted it was time to go. He then threw me a towel and get in the truck and sit your nasty ass on this. I got in and wanted to snuggle up close to Daddy, but was afraid he would not want me touching with those ugly fuckers cum drying on me. The drive back to the campground was quiet. I was having all kinds of conflicting feelings about what I had done and I still needed to get this thing off of me so that I could cum. When we got back, he pulled up to his camper and we got out. The then said, go get your slutty ass cleaned up and come back over here in a skirt and bra. I quickly went to my camper, got a clean towel and toiletries and headed to the women's bathhouse. I just knew that Daddy was going to finally let me cum and my feet could not carry me fast enough.

Bedside Manner

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it. Bedside Manner by MrMaxLord Starring Hailee Steinfeld (MF, Oral, Cons) \*\*\* Few things are worse than a look of utter disappointment on your girlfriend's face, especially when there was nothing you could do to wipe it clean That was the position I found myself in. From the limited view I had in my bed, that look was radiating off of my girlfriend, Hailee Steinfeld's, face. It was even worse, because she knew there wasn't anything I could do. I was fresh from the hospital after an emergency appendectomy and was pretty much bed-ridden for a week. "I don't feel right leaving you alone, Randy," she said. She was genuinely concerned, pacing back and forth in my bedroom. "It's just a festival. I can go next year." "Look, babe," I said. "You should go. Have fun. Besides, you have a quick gig to do there. I'm not going to lie and say I won't miss you and wish you were here, but you've been waiting for this. You shouldn't have to stay behind because my internal organs gave me a big fuck you." She smiled at me then walked to the side of the bed. kissing me on the cheek. "Are you sure?" "I'll be fine. I have a bunch of books, TV, movies, and of course I can call you to completely interrupt any and all fun you'll be having without me, I'm set. Besides, if I need anything, I actually have a nurse on call thanks to my mom worrying about her widdle baby. I doubt it will get that far, but I just want to make it clear, you don't need to worry. I'll be fine." "Oh, a nurse, eh?" A playful tone was in Hailee's voice, matched with a raised eyebrow. "I see your game now, mister. Going to the hospital, surgery, all to fulfill every man's sexy nurse fantasy." "You saw right through me babe. This whole thing was a very expensive ruse just to get you a few hours away so I can get some middle-aged trim in pastel scrubs." "Well, I forgive you just because you're a good lay." She leaned down and kissed me once more. then made her way towards the door. "Just get better, okay hon?" Which is exactly what I tried to do. For the rest of the week, I read everything I could, watched everything, played as many games as I could, trying to kill as much time as possible to recover and keep my mind off the fact Hailee wasn't there. Before I knew it, Monday had swung around. I was awoken in the afternoon to the sound of my front door shutting. I wasn't completely awake, but the sight that came next certainly woke me up completely. "Mr. Ford," Hailee said. "I believe it's time for your check-up." I was hoping it wasn't the meds, because that would be an insanely cruel bio-chemical prank. There she was though, in the flesh, and that flesh covered in what I could only describe as the most perfect example of a slutty nurse costume, complete with red fishnet stockings and white pumps. Hailee also wore bright red lipstick, her sensual half-smile a mere preview of what she had in mind. "Now, how about you take of that shirt so I can begin my exam?" She set down the "medical" bag, her skirt short enough to show off she was not wearing panties when she bent over. When she rose, a knowing look on her face, she had a stethoscope set up. My shirt was off and she made her way over to my chest, making a show out of hearing for my heart. "How does it sound, Nurse Steinfeld?" I asked, going full on in the game she was playing. "Well, it's a little fast...but I think I can look past that." She put the stethoscope away and stood at the foot of my bed. "Now, I think we need to test your reflexes. You haven't really moved much except to go to the restroom and kitchen, is that correct?" "Yes it is." "Well, it sounds like I need to go a bit more in depth in my examination." She crawled on the bed, stopping with her head over my crotch. Her hands grasped my pants and tugged them down. It was then I was so happy I had showered in the morning before getting conked out. "How does it look, nurse?" "Hmmm, too early to tell." She replied. I think I need to get a bit more hands on." I let out a surprised moan when Hailee grasped my cock in her hands, pumping it. Her brown eyes stared into mine as I began to harden in her hand. "Very good Mr. Ford," she said. "Everything seems to be normal, but I think I need to increase the test's voracity." The sensual smirk returned to Hailee's face before she opened her mouth and took my cock in her mouth, the lipstick smearing on my pole. "Oh damn, Hailee!" My back arched as my sexy nurse sucked my cock in a way that deserved an accredited degree. Eye contact, tongue, hands, throat, all of it. It was a feast for the eyes and the senses. Just when I thought it couldn't get much better, Hailee pulled off, taking a deep breath while her hands jacked my lipstick-smeared cock. "So far Mr. Ford you're passing the tests with flying colors," she said. The glint in her eyes held a preview of what was to come. "I think we need to give you one more and then you're diagnosis will be complete." Before I could play along and ask what the final test was, Hailee had already straddled me, my cock already balls deep in her tight slit. "FUCK!" I growled, my hands reaching out to her shapely ass. "Mmm, very good reflexes." Hailee winked at me and undid the zipper in the top of her nurse outfit, exposing her tits to the air. "Very good." She placed her hands at my chest and built up a fast rhythm. She seemed to be just as desperate to get off as I was. Hailee leaned forward, allowing me to suckle on her tits, while my hands massaged and slapped her ass. "Fuck that it's," Hailee cried out. "Oooh fuck me...fuck me...mmmmyeah FUCK ME!" I grasped her by the hips drove myself into her, moving up slightly. We were in a tight embrace; sweating, moaning kissing, and getting closer and closer to the point of no return. "Fuck I'm cumming baby!" Hailee screeched before going completely rigid in my arms. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Don't ever stop fucking me!" "Don't worry about that babe." I replied. "That schedule's all yours." After a few more thrusts, I was about to cum. The moment I said this, Hailee pushed me back down and had moved her head back down to my crotch, sucking the cum directly from the tap the moment I began shooting. "Fuck, HAILEE!" I moaned, my hands in her brown locks as she swallowed stream after stream of my jizz. When I was done, Hailee looked at me, showing off an empty mouth and a job well done before crawling up my body and lying next to me on the bed. "Mmm...diagnosis...amazing," Hailee said dreamily, kissing me. "Prescription: follow-up examination when we wake up and if we both move after that."

Hotel Hooker? Ch. 2

Sue was on her way home from work. She was driving in heavy rush hour traffic, but her mind was in turmoil. Since meeting Tim a few weeks ago, she had begun to question everything about her life. Sue Henson was a twenty something college graduate, who worked for a rapidly expanding Midwestern company. Her upper middle management position gave her a respectable income, and plenty of room for advancement. She owned a pleasant two-bedroom condo in one of the city's best high-rises. Although her stock portfolio was not yet large, Sue felt that she had a very good start. In short, Sue's life, at least financially, had been nearly perfect. Now that she was well on her way to a secure financial future, Sue began to wonder if what she had gained was worth the cost. By her own design, Sue had virtually no love life. She had lost her virginity shortly after her sixteenth birthday to a teenage boy, who seemed to know even less about sex then she did. Jim had been her first steady boyfriend. They had been going out for nearly a year when he talked her into "going all the way." Her first experience had been under the bleachers at school, a far cry from the romantic setting she had envisioned. Three or four rough, rather painful thrusts, and it was over. The next day Jim broke up with her, and Sue sweated out the week or so until she got her period. More then two years passed before Sue let a hand, other then her own touch her below the waist. Sue dated only infrequently during her college years, and even less in her working life. Sex was all but nonexistent, and the few experiences that she did have were little better then her first. In fact, Sue could count on one hand the number of orgasms that she had that were not self induced. Sue always told herself that she did not have sex, because she did not sleep with anyone she was not committed to; and she did not have many commitments, because she was too busy with school, and later, work. Then she met Tim. Since that night, Sue spent most of her time thinking about being soundly and thoroughly fucked. Even now, more then three weeks after she'd last seen him, thoughts of Tim made her nipples harden against the soft material of her bra. As memories of their steamy all night sexual encounter flooded back, her right hand dropped from the steering wheel, touched her nylon covered thigh, and moved toward her rapidly moistening pussy. With an effort, Sue forced her mind away from her deepening desire, and back to the rush hour traffic around her. Sue's one night with Tim had given her more sexual gratification then all of her previous encounters combined. Her experience with Tim caused Sue to reexamine her entire sexual attitude. Had she been kidding herself all along? What if, instead of being too busy for sex as she always said she was, she had worked so hard as a way of avoiding the lousy sex she had learned to expect. No longer satisfied with the way things were, Sue was trying to decide what to do next. She was too afraid to go back to the hotel. Besides, Tim was no more the typical john, then she was a hooker. Finding him had been a fluke and she knew it. Unfortunately, Tim lives half way across the country, and there was no one else in her life that interested her sexually. Completely out of touch with the dating scene, Sue was at a loss as to how to find a lover who could make her feel the way Tim had. Sue arrived home a few minutes later, her mind and her hungry pussy still wanting release. She rushed into her apartment shedding her jacket and shoes as soon as the door closed. Her blouse and bra followed quickly as she made her way toward her bedroom intent on finishing what she had almost started in the car. As Sue tossed off her wraparound skirt, the flashing light on her answering machine caught her attention. Reluctantly, Sue pressed the play button. "Hi Sue," it was a masculine voice, "this is Tim. I hope you remember me." Sue's heart began to pound, her breathing quickened, and her knees felt weak. OH YES, Sue thought, I remember you. "I have a proposition for you," Tim's voice continued, "if you are interested please call me at..." Sue stopped the tape, grabbed a pad and pen, and restarted the message. Her hand was shaking so badly that she could hardly copy down the number. She had been hoping that Tim would call, but now, Sue was so nervous that she could not immediately bring herself to return his call. She sat by the phone, breathing deeply, trying to calm down. Suddenly remembering what she had been doing when she rushed in, Sue chuckled quietly to herself. How appropriate, Sue thought, that Tim's message should catch her wearing nothing but panties and thigh high stockings. When she finally calmed down, Sue walked into her bedroom, finished stripping, sat down on her bed Indian style, and dialed the number that Tim had given her. "Hello," this time Sue recognized Tim's voice at the first word. "Hi Tim, it's Sue," she answered. Despite the fact that her emotions were in turmoil, Sue tried to sound cool and business like as she went on, "I just got your message. What can I do for you?" "Sue!!" Tim's enthusiasm was evident, "I must have called just before you got home. Thanks for calling back so soon. I have a gig that you might be interested in." "HMMMM," Sue's voice was soft and low, "what do you have in mind?" "Well," Tim began, "two things really. But before I tell you about those, I should tell you something about me. I belong to a swingers club. We have more than two dozen members. Our group has only three rules. No pain, there are other clubs for that. Nobody underage, and no one does anything they don't want to do." "Okay," interrupted Sue, "but what does that have to do with me?" Sue was intrigued. Thoughts of orgies drifted through her mind; her free hand drifted between her widely spread legs, "I am hosting," resumed Tim, "a coming out party for a new member during the Labor Day weekend. I'd like you to be a maid for this party..." "A maid!" Sue blurted out, her annoyance obvious. "Yes," Tim was laughing now. "A maid at this kind of shindig may help serve drinks, but that's not what she's REALLY there to serve." "Oooh," Sue calmed down, "THAT kind of serving sounds more interesting." Her fingers, which had momentarily clenched into a small fist, relaxed and resumed gently stroking her womanhood. "You said two things," Sue recalled, "what was the other one?" "Amy," answered Tim, "is the young lady that this gala is for. She is very anxious to join the group, but there are a couple of things that... Well, she wants to do, but is a little unsure of. Amy asked me if I knew a woman, not a club member, who could help her. I thought of you." "I'm flattered," Sue replied warmly, "but what does she need me to do?" "It would be best," responded Tim, "if I let her explain that. I took the liberty of booking your flight ahead of time. I was afraid that if I waited until I had talked to you, everything would be booked up because of the holiday. Of course, I can cancel if you don't want to come." "I'd love to come," was Sue's enthusiastic response, "when is my flight?" "Friday at one thirty," Tim told her, " if you will give me your e-mail address I will send you all of the particulars. Oh, I guess we should discuss fee?" Already having made up her mind on the FEE, Sue said, "Let's talk about the money when I get there. I'm sure we can come to a mutually satisfying arrangement." Tim agreed, Sue gave him her e-mail address, and the pair hung up. \*\*\* All the while that she had been on the phone with Tim, Sue had been gently toying with her clit and pussy. Now Sue's self-caresses became more insistent as she pictured herself entering the party. In her mind's eye, Sue walked into the room bare foot, carrying a tray of filled champagne glasses. She was wearing a black maid's dress with a small white lace apron. The costume was short. It barely covered her pantyless crotch, even while she was standing. It was backless, and the front was so open that it just covered her aureoles; both sides of her tiny tits were exposed. Sue pictured a large room full of people. An attractive couple by the massive stone fireplace signaled to her. As she approached them, Sue could see that the man had one hand up the woman's dress. She was grinding her hips, as his finger slid in and out of her sopping fuck hole. The man's massive cock was out of his pants, and the woman had her fingers wrapped around it. She was stroking him softly and slowly. The pair each took a glass from Sue's tray, both sipped their drinks, the man smiled, but the woman grimaced. Thrusting her glass back towards Sue, she said, "Please make mine a cocktail." Smiling, Sue set her tray down on the mantle, took the woman's glass, dropped to her knees, and began to suck the man's already rock hard cock. Sue sucked quickly, but expertly. In a matter of moments, she felt the swelling that signaled his impending orgasm. Pulling his cock from her mouth, Sue aimed the piss hole inside the woman's glass. With a grunt, the man shot his thick load into the champagne. Rising to her feet, Sue handed the cocktail to the woman, who drained it with a smile, and a "Thank you". She saw, in her daydream, a distinguished looking man sitting in an armchair jacking off. He beckoned her over. Sue walked up to him. Standing with her legs slightly apart, and bending low at the waist; Sue offered the man a glass from her tray, and a perfect view of her exposed tits. With his free hand, he picked up a glass from the tray and placed it on an adjacent table. His other hand, which had been stroking his hard cock, now moved up to fondle her soft tit. Both of Sue's hands kneaded and stroked her tits, as she imagined the stranger feeling her up. "Is there anything else you would like?" she asked her imaginary lover. "Yes," he said, smiling at her, "my cock needs a nice tight pussy. Would you like to sit on it?" In Sue's reverie, she wordlessly put down her tray, and straddled the man's lap, fully impaling herself on his throbbing erection. Her mind's eye saw her rapidly pounding his hard cock while in reality two of her own fingers fucked her dripping wet pussy as fast, and as hard as they could. Quickly, the fingers of one hand fucked in and out of her steaming cunt, while her other massaged and tweaked her pebble hard clit. Fantasy fucking faded as her impending orgasm built to a crescendo. Shuddering and moaning, Sue bolted upright. "I'm CUMMMMIIIIINNNGGG," she blurted out, as both hands clamped over her spasming cunt. God, Sue thought, Friday is a long way off, and I've become one horny bitch. \*\*\* Friday finally arrived. A freshly showered Sue stood in front of the full-length mirror, studying her reflection as she dressed. Her naturally blond, shoulder length hair, framed a face she considered to be reasonably attractive. Most other people would have said she was pretty. A few would say beautiful. Her skin was creamy white, showing little exposure to the sun. Sue had very high, small breasts that barely filled an A-cup bra. Reddish brown, silver dollar sized aureoles, and her nipples topped them, when erect, were a good half-inch long. Sometimes she wished she had bigger tits. As far as Sue was concerned, her best features were her heart shaped ass, and her great legs. Having finished her self-evaluation, Sue decided that her new print sundress was just right. Short enough to show off her legs but long enough to sit comfortably in public. This dress was made to be worn bra-less, which suited Sue perfectly. Glancing at the bed, Sue saw the panties that she had laid out. She picked them up, and with a shrug, tossed them into the suitcase. The dress and sandals were all Sue would wear on the plane. Funny how things change, Sue thought, before meeting Tim Sue never left her house without underwear. Now, Sue never wore a bra or panties except to work. Light traffic got Sue to the airport quickly. Getting through the airport was a breeze. Sue's flight was uneventful, not even one screaming, seat kicking brat to contend with. Tim was waiting for her just outside of the loading gate. As soon as she saw him, Sue jumped into Tim's arms. The pair kisses passionately, tongues probing each other's mouths, hands caressing, wanting to explore, but being held in check because of the crowd. As the couple finally broke their embrace, Tim asked, "Does this mean that you're glad to see me?" "No silly, I'm just happy to be making big money again," Sue quipped, as she turned to retrieve her bags. As soon as her back was to him, Tim slapped her on the ass, causing Sue to yelp. "Yeow, just for that, you can carry my bags." Sue's attempt to sound indignant failed when she started laughing. Tim opened his arms, Sue stepped into them, and the two embraced and kissed tenderly. This time Sue could feel Tim's manhood growing, and pressing against her. When their lips parted, Sue whispered, "I think you're glad to see me too." "Very glad," Tim smiled, "but we had better get going, or we will run into some really awful traffic." Grabbing the bags, they hurried to Tim's car. When they reached the car Tim tossed the bags into the trunk, then unlocked the passenger door, and opened it for Sue. As she entered the car, Sue made sure that the hem of her dress rode up far enough to give Tim a good look at her uncovered pussy. "I see you've done some trimming since last time," Tim said with evident pleasure. "Yes," Sue replied, " do you approve?" "As the wolf would say," Tim rejoined, "all the better to eat you with my dear." With that, Tim closed the door, went around and got on the other side. In a moment they were on their way. They rode in silence for several minutes while Tim drove through the heavy airport traffic. When they reached a less congested area Tim suggested, "I guess we should get the business out of the way first." "Yes you're right," Sue replied as she reached into her purse," but I have to tell you something first." "Go ahead," prompted Tim. "Okay, here it goes," as Sue spoke she took an envelope from her purse and placed it on the console between them, "there will be no fee for this trip, because I am not now, nor have I ever been a prostitute. Here is your money back from our last meeting." Much to Sue's chagrin, Tim started laughing. "What's so funny," Sue demanded, "I am not a hooker." Still laughing, Tim managed to say, "I know." "What do you mean, you know?" Sue was a little confused now. Quieter now, but still chuckling, Tim went on, "Sue, you're bright, beautiful, and absolutely incredible in bed, but you are one lousy actress. I suspected you were not a prostitute before we left the bar the first time, and was certain before we ever got into the shower." "But.... But how?" stammered a stunned Sue, "If you knew, why didn't you say something?" "Even though I had never hired a hooker before," Tim began, "I didn't think you reacted to my ideas like a professional whose first interest is to make money. You were much more like a swinger out for an evening of fun. Besides it wasn't your technique that made you such a wonderful lover, it was your heart. That is something no hooker could ever match. I thought you were living out a fantasy, so I played along." "But the money," Sue was incredulous, "why did you really give it to me? Why did you let me keep it?" "Suzy," Tim replied warmly, "I would not have spoiled your fantasy for all of the gold in Fort Knox. Besides, for a night as wonderful as that was, I would have gladly paid twice that. As for that envelope, put it back in your purse. I am a little curious though, why did you take the money?" Blushing slightly, eyes downcast, Sue whispered, "I almost didn't, but I thought of some furniture I wanted that was out of my price range, and..." "Okay," Tim was smiling again, "let's say that the furniture is my birthday present to you. I guess I should tell you about Amy." \*\*\* "First, Amy is my sister," Tim stated. "You sister," Sue blurted out. "Yes, does that shock you?" inquired Tim. "Three week ago I would have been appalled," Sue replied, "but now I'm only somewhat surprised. Please tell me all about it." "I've already told you," Tim opened, "that I belong to a swingers group. Well, it was my parents who introduced me to it. I was told about the club on my eighteenth birthday. At the same time I began a sexual relationship with my mother. It was our plan to tell Amy on her eighteenth birthday, and give her the option of joining us or not." "It would have been her choice?" Sue asked. "Absolutely," Tim replied. "Sadly, we never got the chance to find out. My folks were killed in a car crash several months before Amy turned eighteen." "I'm so sorry Tim," Sue said warmly. "Thank you Sue," Tim responded with feeling. "Amy's birthday came, and I did not think it right to talk to her about the club. Partly, of course, because our loss was so recent, but also because it had been a family thing." "If you felt that way," Sue inquired, "how did you two get together?" "A little over a week ago," Tim resumed, "I came home late one night to some very familiar sounds coming from the study. As I looked in, I could see the television. The video that was playing was one that my parents and I had made at a club party. My mother was on her knees, and I was behind her, fucking her. My father was in front of her, where she was sucking him off. By the light from the television, I could see my sister in the chair. Her nightgown was pushed high on her thighs, and her hand was busy between her legs. As I watched she began to moan. 'Oh mother,' I heard Amy sigh, 'I wish that were me. Why didn't you ever tell me?' 'Amy,' I called quietly. ' Tim,' Amy almost shouted in her surprise. She quickly hit the stop button on the VCR, and tried to push the hem of her nightgown down. 'I, I didn't hear you come in. I sat down next to her, and gently took her in my arms, 'It's okay, sweetheart, I saw and heard everything. We were planning on telling you on your birthday, but you know what happened.' 'Yes I know,' Amy replied, 'you mean that if the accident had not happened that might have been me instead of mom in that movie?' 'Yes darling,' I told her, 'if that is what you would have wanted.' She pulled back so she could look me in the eyes and said, 'Tim, I'm a virgin. I held off because I wanted the impossible. I wanted my favorite person in the whole world to take my cherry. I dreamt it would be you, dear brother, who deflowered me.' I took her back into my arms, and kissed her deeply. She responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. As my hand found the soft mound of her tit, I could feel her nipple harden through the thin material of her nightdress. Amy began to moan softly as my hand left her breast and traveled down her side to find her bare thigh, and then up her leg to caress her womanhood. 'Oh yes Tim,' she sighed, as my fingers made contact with her clit, 'make love to me, make me a woman.' Taking her by the hand, I said, 'Come on, let's go to my room.' 'No Tim,' she replied, 'I want to do it in their room. I want you to fuck me in the room I was conceived in.' As we walked into the bedroom Amy asked, 'Do you remember when we were kids, and played, you show me yours and I'll show you mine?' 'I remember,' I told her, 'it was usually my idea.' 'This time,' she said, 'it's my idea.' With that she pulled off her nightgown, and showed me that she had become a truly beautiful woman. Then she jumped into my arms, kissed me, let go and giggling like a schoolgirl, jumped into bed and dove under the covers. A moment later I had joined her. We snuggled together, our naked bodies pressing close. Our lips met, and I experienced one of the most soulful kisses of my life. As I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and my fingertips trailed down her spin towards her ass, I could feel her shudder and her breathing quicken. Still kissing her, I cupped her ass cheek, and pulled here into me while pressing my hard cock against her wet pussy. Our lips parted, I kissed my way down to suck on her beautiful tits; at the same time, I released her ass, moved my hand around front, gently parting her legs, and began to massage her swollen clit. Amy's heavy breathing became moans of pleasure. A moment later, I slipped a finger into her sopping wet, still virgin pussy." All the while Tim had been talking, Sue had listened with rapt attention. Without conscious thought, Sue's fingers had moved between her parted legs, found and massaged her own engorged clit, and as Tim described fingering his sister's hot pussy, Sue was slipping fingers into her own steaming hole. "Amy's small soft hand rapped around my hard cock, and began to gently tug me toward her. 'Now Tim,' her voice was hoarse with passion, 'take me now please.' I moved on top of her and she placed the head of my cock in her tight pussy. As I began to slowly push forward, I saw tears in her eyes. Amy smiled at me and said, 'I love you big brother, now make love to me.' 'I love you too, little sister,' I told her as I drove my cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She cried out once, then hugged me close as her body adjusted to my invasion. A few seconds later her hips started to move, and she was moaning and sighing with pleasure. 'Timmy, I knew you would make it good for me,' Amy told me, 'now fuck me like the slut I want to be. FUCK ME HARD TIM MAKE ME CUMMMMMM!!!' Amy bucked and shuddered as her first cock induce orgasm hit, crested, and subsided. 'All right, baby sister,' I said as I pulled out, 'turn over and up on your knees, so I can fuck you doggy style.' As soon as she was in position, I shoved my cock into her dripping cunt, and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. All the while I fucked her, Amy alternated between moaning, and screaming, 'Fuck me hard.' I knew I could not last long in her tight pussy. 'I'm almost there,' I told her. 'Fill me Tim,' she cried, 'fill my hot pussy with you cum. I'M CUMMING, OH GOD I'M CUMMING.' I felt her already tight pussy grab my cock in an almost vise like grip as she came. That was all I could take. I blasted shot after shot into her spasming pussy. As our mutual orgasm subsided, we collapsed together totally exhausted. That night we slept cuddled together. We have been fucking regularly ever since." Just as Tim finished speaking, Sue screamed out her orgasm, "Oh God I'm cumming too. That was one hot fucking story, Tim." Looking over at Sue, Tim could see her legs spread wide and two finger fucking deeply into her soaking wet pussy. "I guess," chuckled Tim, "that means you don't disapprove of us. Ah, we're here. Come on, time to meet Amy," \*\*\* As the pair walked into the house Tim called out, "Amy, we're home." Turning to Sue, he said, "Please leave your shoes here." At that moment Amy appeared in the hall. She walked up to Tim put her arms around him, and kissed him passionately. Sue stood quietly watching as brother and sister kissed. Tim's hand slid around front and started caressing Amy's high, firm young tit. Amy, for her part, brought her hand around front and massaged the growing bulge in Tim's pants. A wave of jealousy swept over Sue as she watched Tim and Amy caressing. It was the kind of touching she wanted to take part in herself. Jealousy passed quickly, to be replaced by growing excitement. Sue never suspected that she had that much of the voyeur in her; but as she watched the pair kissing, Sue knew that she wanted to see Tim fuck his sister, and have Amy look on as Tim fucked her. Tim and Amy's lips parted. Still holding Amy in his arms, Tim turned toward Sue, and while reaching out to take her hand said, "Sue, this is my sister Amy." As Sue took Tim's hand, he looked back toward Amy and continued, "Amy, this is Sue." Amy gently disengaged herself from Tim, and held her hand out to Sue. "Very pleased to meet you, Sue," Amy's smile was bright and friendly. "I've been looking forward to meeting you all week," rejoined Sue, as she accepted Amy's proffered hand. Amy's hand was soft and warm. Even though she had never had sex with another woman before, Sue found herself wondering what it would be like kissing and touching her the way Tim had just done. "Tim told me that you needed my help. What would you like me to do?" "Ladies," Tim interrupted, "why don't we go into the study, and get comfortable. Amy can tell you what she needs after we get settled." Once the three were seated in the study Amy began, "Tim told you about us, didn't he?" "Yes he did," Sue replied. "Since your here," Amy went on, "I guess you must be okay with us and the incest thing." With a light laugh Sue suggested, "Ask Tim." Amy turned to Tim. He could see the question in her eyes. With a laugh of his own, Tim informed her, "On the way here I described our first fuck. Sue was so turned on that she fingered herself to an orgasm while I talked." "It's true," said Sue, blushing slightly, "not only that, but watching you two in the hall a minute ago made me so wet." "Tim told me that you were one of the hottest women he had ever met," Amy informed Sue. "So here is the story," Amy continued, "I have two things to fix before the party. The first is... well I have this problem with oral sex." "You want me to teach how to suck cock?" Sue asked, rather amused. "No, I'm already a good cocksucker," Amy told her, "but every time I try to swallow, I remember my two girlfriends who told me how awful it is. I know my mother did it. I saw her swallow on a couple of videos, but I keep thinking about how Jenny said she puked her guts out when she tried." "Let me guess," Sue prompted, "you don't want me to talk to you about swallowing. You want to see me eat your brother's cum." Although Sue was trying to keep her composure, she was becoming incredibly turned on. Her pussy was getting very wet, and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress. "Yes," Amy said, "Tim told me about your last morning together. If I saw you do it like that, I know I could do it too." Rising to her feet, Sue walked toward Tim. As she did so, she looked at Amy and asked, "Do you want me to blow him dressed, or naked?" "Naked," Amy blurted out, her own pussy already dripping wet. "I want... I mean, Tim wants to see you naked." Sue pulled her dress over her head, and thrust her small tits out, proudly displaying her nakedness to both pairs of leering lust-filled eyes. "If I'm going to be naked," Sue told Amy, almost haughtily, "so is Tim. Here help me strip him. You take the top, and I'll do the bottom." In seconds the two women had an unresisting, uncomplaining Tim totally stripped. "It seems," Sue smiled up at Tim, her hungry mouth mere inches from his raging hard-on "that I spend an awful lot of time on my knees when I'm around you." With that, Sue plunged nearly the entire length of Tim's large cock into her hot mouth bringing a loud gasp of pleasure from Tim; and gasp of mixed pleasure, surprised and admiration from Amy. Sue was in heaven. She had wanted to suck and fuck this cock for almost a month. Now it was really happening. Sue drank in the manly smell that came from Tim. She reveled in the feel of the soft skin of his rock hard cock. Already she could taste the droplets of pre-cum that seep from Tim's massive erection. Tim's breathing had become quick and raged, and his hips had started to buck upward to meet the down thrust of her eager mouth. Glancing at Amy, Sue could see that she had pulled her dress up to her waist, pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and was finger fucking her dripping cunt. Removing Tim's cock from her mouth, Sue called to Amy, "Strip, Amy, I want to see your sexy tits. I want to watch you finger fuck yourself while I suck your brother's big, hard cock." Sue slid Tim's cock back into her mouth, this time swallowing it until her nose touched his pubic hair. "Goddamn Sue," Tim growled, as Sue slid her mouth up until only the head was still in her mouth, "you are incredible," he finished as she once again took Tim's entire length into her mouth. "Oh Tim," Amy moaned, "you were right. Sue is wonderful. Suck my big brother, baby, I want to see him fill your mouth with his hot cum." Amy moved over to kneel next to her brother. "Suck my tits, lover," she begged thrusting her tits into her brother's waiting mouth, "God I love watching her suck you off. Suzy, I know Tim is getting close. Do you want him to cum in you mouth like a cum eating whore?" "Yes," Sue almost shouted, "I want to be Tim's cum slut. I want him to fill my mouth with his sweet cum." Pulling away from Tim, Sue laid on her back, "straddle me, "Sue ordered, "and fuck my face like in the hotel. Amy, kneel next to me so you can see. Tim quickly obliged. Almost as soon as he put his cock back in Sue's mouth he could feel himself reach the point of no return. Sensing his impending orgasm, Sue pulled Tim's throbbing cock from her mouth. She smiled up at Tim and said, "Feed me baby." Then she held his cock about an inch from her wide-open mouth, and stuck out her tongue. "Oh fuck," Tim cried, "this is it. I'M CUMMINNGGG." Sue felt Tim's first shot hit the back of her throat, and she started cumming too. Three of four more shots quickly followed. At the same time as Sue put Tim's still spurting cock back into her mouth, her own orgasm peaked. Sue and Tim rode out their orgasms together, with Sue holding Tim's cock in her mouth until both had quieted. At the same moment that Tim began to fill Sue's mouth with his seed, Amy moaned and cried out her own orgasm. When Tim finally withdrew from Sue's mouth, she opened her mouth to show Amy Tim's cum pooled inside. Then closed her mouth, and swallowed. "Holy fuck Tim," Sue cooed, "I never came from just sucking cock before." Amy, who had sat down next to Sue said, "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Tim was right, you are incredible." \*\*\* Sue, smiling at Amy said, "I know what your second problem is." With that, she took Amy's face in her hands, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately. Amy returned Sue's kiss with equal fervor. Lips parting, tongues exploring new territory, both women were soon lost in their renewed passion. It was the first time that either woman had kissed another female, both liked the sensation, and knew that they wanted more. Meanwhile Tim, who was momentarily sated, sat back and watched the erotic display in front of him. Without conscious thought, Sue's hand found Amy's soft tit. Her thumb and forefinger gently twirled around the hard pebble of Amy's nipple. Amy moaned into Sue's mouth, as her hand sought and found Sue's smaller, but equally sensitive tit. Moving her mouth away from Amy's, Sue kissed her way down Amy's throat toward the place her hand had just been. At the same time, Sue's hand moved further down Amy's body, gently caressing every inch of the soft flesh it passed over; and as Sue's moving fingers neared their target, Amy parted her legs giving easy access to her steaming hot honey pot. While Sue's fingers worked their magic on her, Amy's hands were also busy. Massaging Sue's back, gently tweaking her erect nipples, caressing her ass, and finally finding their way to the tender button that was the center of Sue's pleasure. As each woman's searching fingers found the other's dripping pussy, their lips met again in a deep, soulful, French kiss. Moaning into each other's mouths, fingers furiously fucking fiery hot pussies, the pair reached mutual orgasm. "Mmmmm," Sue sighed as their long kiss ended and their orgasm ebbed, "that was a great start. Now I want to really make you feel good." "Sue," Amy breathed, "you have already made me feel wonderful." Sue gently pushed Amy onto her back, and moved between her creamy thighs. As she neared Amy's glistening slit, Sue could smell the honey sweet aroma of Amy's cum. "You have a beautiful pussy," Sue exclaimed, "I have wanted to taste you since I first saw you." Sue lowered her mouth over Amy's love button, and sucked on it as if it were a miniature cock. Amy gasped as Sue's lips and tongue made heated contact with her clit. Intense pleasure shot through Amy's body, as Sue alternated between licking, sucking, and softly grazing her teeth over Amy's hooded pleasure trigger. "Oh my God Sue, that feels so good," Amy cried, "you'll make me cum in no time if you keep that up." "That's what I want, baby," Sue moaned, "I want to make you cum. Let me taste you sweet girl cum." Sue parted Amy's engorged cunt lips, and stabbed her tongue as deeply as she could into Amy's seething slit. "Turn around Suzy, I want to taste your sweet pussy while you eat mine." Without releasing her hungry mouth from Amy's fiery love canal, Sue turned her body, and placed her own cum drenched cunt within easy reach of Amy's eager mouth. Both Sue and Amy had tasted their own pussy juices many times, but to each of them, the other's love juice was so much sweeter. They each found that tasting the other's nectar, both increased and satisfied a desire that neither knew she had. "Amy," Sue panted, as she licked up the nectar that seeped from the girl's pussy, "you taste wonderful. Even better than I imagined, and you talented tongue is driving me insane." Amy's hips were bucking so hard that Sue had to hold on with both hands to keep her mouth in contact with Amy's cunt. "Sue, oh Sue," Amy screamed, "you have the best tongue in the world. Yes darling, fuck me with your tongue, make me cum." Pushing her tongue deeply into Sue's gushing gash, Amy did her best to return the tongue fucking that she was getting from Sue. Both women were rapidly reaching the point of no return. Each was trying to bring the other to the perfect peak of pleasure. Like a dam trying to contain a mighty torrent, each woman tried to hold back the flood of her own orgasm. Knowing that the more intense her passions became the greater the final release would be; but unable to contain the tidal wave any longer, the dam burst. Their mutual orgasms exploded over them like an erupting volcano. Wave after wave of lava hot pleasure rolled over them. Moans, groans, and muffled screams, were all that Tim heard, as each of the lovers was unwilling, or unable to release her pleasure giving hold on the other. Finally, as the rushing onslaught of their orgasms ebbed, the pair broke apart. Sue collapsed on the floor next to Amy. Both women were flushed and panting. \*\*\* Tim was the first to break the silence, "I've seen women in a 69 before, but I have never seen a pair as hot as you two. Now, who wants to fuck first," he added, pointing his hard cock in the general direction of the two still horny women. "Me," was the simultaneous answer. "I'm first," Sue interjected rather haughtily, "after all it been almost a month since Tim's fucked me. "All right," agreed Amy, who had a lascivious grin on her face "I won't complain if Tim fucks you first, as long as you eat my pussy while he's doing it." Sue got on all fours, and pointed her perfect ass towards Tim, "I'm ready baby, fuck me good," she cooed. "Come here bitch," she ordered, leering at Amy, "let me feast on that tasty cunt, while your brother fucks my hot pussy." Tim got behind Sue, and shoved his rampaging erection to the hilt into Sue's willing wet womanhood. Amy's pussy muffled Sue's scream of pleasure. "Oh baby," Tim groaned, "I've been wanting to feel your tight pussy around my cock for over three weeks. God I love watching you eat my sister's pussy while I fuck you." "Eat me Suzy," Amy interjected hotly, "your sexy mouth is gonna make me cum already. Fuck her hard Timmy. Every time you slam your cock into her, she shoved her wonderful tongue into me. I love it. I'm there. I'M CUMMINNGGG." "Amy," Tim panted, "you are one hot little bitch. I love seeing you cum. Suzy, eat my slutty little sister while I fuck your hot cunt." All the time that Tim had been fucking her, Sue had been moaning and squealing into Amy's steamy snatch with ever increasing intensity. It was apparent to both Amy and Tim that Sue was rapidly reaching her own climax. As Amy yelled out her orgasm, Sue raised her head, "Yes, Tim," she cried, "fuck me baby, fuck me hard." "Yea baby," Tim called back, as he thrust his cock, hard and deep, into her tight wet pussy, "come for me Suzy." "I'M CUMMINNG," Sue shouted. Sue was pushing herself back to meet Tim's forward thrusts. Her spasming cunt sucking on Tim's cock as if it were another mouth. "FUCK ME TIMMY, FUCK ME HARD, I'M CUMMING BABY, OH GOD I'M CUMMING." Amy moved even before Sue stopped cumming. She throw herself on the floor next to the orgasming Sue, spread her legs wide, and called out, "My turn big brother, fuck your baby sister's hot pussy. Sue's tongue is great, but I need a hard cock to fill my hole." "You got it sweet sis," Tim's passion filled voice was almost a growl. He moved quickly between Amy's legs, and with one thrust, shove his hard dick into her cum drenched pussy, causing Amy to yelp. She moaned out a mini orgasm as soon as he penetrated her. "Suzy, come sit on Amy's face while I fuck her senseless. I want to watch her eat your beautiful pussy." Sue straddled Amy's head, lowering her dripping snatch to Amy's ready and willing mouth. As soon as Sue's pussy was within her reach, Amy speared her tongue between Sue's swollen cunt lips. "Oh fuck," Sue moaned as she leaned forward and into Tim's arms, "this bitch can sure eat pussy. I can't believe she never did it before today. God, I'm almost ready to cum again." Pulling Sue into his arms, Tim whispered, "My sister is a natural born slut." Below them, Amy was bucking and thrashing. Her tongue was making lightning quick movements in and out of Sue's pussy. Both Amy and Sue were once again entering orgasmic release. Riding waves of pleasure, both women screamed wordlessly into the lips they were kissing. As the waves of their orgasm receded, Sue got off of Amy, leaned down, kissed her lovingly, and said, "Trade with me lover, I want you to sit on my face while Tim fucks the hell out of me." In an instant, Sue was on her back, with her legs spread wide. "I'm ready Timmy darling, fuck me good. I want to be your slut just like Amy. Amy give me your sweet pussy to eat." Tim pulled his still rock hard cock out of Amy's sopping snatch, and immediately entered Sue's cum drenched cunt. Her moans of pleasure were muffled as Sue's mouth made electric contact with Amy's love tunnel. "God Sue," Tim moaned, "I love fucking you. You pussy is so hot and tight. I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer. I'm gonna cum soon." Sue was bucking her hips to meet Tim's thrust. She wanted to hit just one more orgasm before Tim came. Wanting to push Amy over the pleasure precipice at the same time, Sue's eager tongue flicked between Amy's sensitive love button and her lust swollen pussy lips. Sue's work was soon rewarded. As Amy screamed wordlessly, the sweet taste of girl cum filled Sue's mouth. That was all it took to push Sue over the edge. A mouth full of pussy muffled her screams. Tim could feel the orgasmic spasms of Sue's tight pussy. Knowing he could not hold out any longer he yelled, "I'm gonna cum." "No, no," screamed Amy, "not in her cunt. Feed me your cock cream just like you did to Sue." Pulling out of Sue's pussy, Tim stood up. Amy move forward, grabbed his throbbing cock, and sucked it into her eager mouth. An instant later, Tim was spurting his hot load. Amy loved the taste of her brother's jizz. It was bitter, salty and sweet, all at the same time, and she knew she was hooked. I'm a cum slut, she thought, and I'm glad of it. By the time Amy released her brother's softening cock from her mouth, Sue had crawled out from under them and was kneeling next to Amy. "So, did you like eating his cum?" Sue asked. "Mmmm, yes," Amy purred, "thank you for showing me that I could." "I'm glad," Sue smiled. Then added with a laugh, and a playful swat on the ass, "but next time, you little bitch, you had better share."

1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 06

**IX -- Twas the Night Before Christmas** "Oh, thank you Lord," Kaylee whispered quietly as she spotted Luke walking along the street far off in the distance. She wasn't sure how long she had been driving around the back roads in a desperate attempt to find Luke, but it felt like hours. Kaylee pulled her Beamer up alongside Luke, making sure she was slow and careful as if she was afraid he'd be spooked by a loud noise and take off in a dead run. Lowering the passenger window, she waited for him to turn his head and acknowledge the presence of her vehicle. It was obvious she was in his peripheral vision, but he didn't turn around. "Luke?" He didn't respond, but the dark red tint to his face told her Luke could hear him. "Luke, will you please stop and get in so we can talk?" Without acknowledging Kaylee or even turning his head, Luke said, "I don't want to talk." With a dramatic sigh, Kaylee sped up and pulled the car over. She quickly stepped out and ran over to Luke, standing in his path. He stopped and crossed his arms, his eyes downcast, refusing to look at her. "What do you want, Kaylee?" She tried to look into his eyes, even bending down a little, but he refused to make eye contact. As gently as she could, Kaylee reached out and lightly placed two fingers on his chin, lifting it slowly until she could see his beautiful eyes. Luke made a feeble attempt to resist her, his eyes darting around trying to look anywhere except the endless depths of her own, but before he knew what had happened he was locked into those deep baby blues. Kaylee breathed a tiny sigh of relief the moment his eyes fixated on hers. She knew she had him trapped, almost as if she had the power to hypnotize. A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to decipher what his eyes were telling her. They reflected confusion. Anger and hurt, but combined with passion and desire. There was something there that she had never seen before in her life. It was hard to explain what it was, but it had something to do with the way his eyes glimmered when they stared back into hers. His hurt made her want to cry, but his passion held her captive. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe *he* had trapped *her.* The moisture in his eyes made them sparkle all the more. She knew. Somehow, she just knew. Before, she had only suspected, but it was suddenly all so clear now. This was who she wanted, and she didn't want to wait. Luke sniffed, "You... you didn't tru..." Kaylee quickly interrupted Luke, simultaneously taking his hand in hers while her other hand drifted upwards and softly touched his stomach, "Trust you, I know. I didn't trust you. I wanted to, and I should have. I won't ever make that mistake again." Kaylee took one long look at Luke, wondering how she could have hurt such a wonderful, beautiful person. Leaning in, Kaylee slid both hands behind his head, kissing him on the lips. Luke almost stumbled backwards, and might have if Kaylee wasn't holding on to him. He was completely caught off guard. It was more than just a peck. With her eyes closed, her lips remained on his, her mouth slightly open. Kaylee gave him one long slow kiss, and then another one, and then one final breathless one. "How could you think I used you, Luke," she asked him softly, lowering her arms down to his hands again. She was pretty sure she heard him moan. "I mean," she hesitated, "I'm sorry. Maybe I did at first, but you should have known I didn't after... after I made an ass of myself. I thought you knew; I thought you could tell..." Luke tried to speak -- the look of regret on his face made Kaylee think he was trying to apologize -- but he was also confused and couldn't seem to find the right words to say. She knew that over the years, she had stricken more boys deaf, dumb, and stupid than she could count, which never failed to make her deviously giggle. But Luke was officially beyond being puzzled and speechless; there was something more going on. This time, it wasn't like enthralling those other boys with her dazzling beauty. With Luke, it was so much more meaningful and special. Kaylee didn't giggle; his bewilderment was so adorable and delightful that she instead smiled from ear to ear, savoring the amazing moment. She kissed him again and said, "It's ok, Luke. You don't need to say a single word. I accept your apology. Please accept mine, for everything I've done. For not trusting you like I should have." Luke placed one hand on the side of her hip and the other along the side of her head. Out of instinct, he gently tilted her head and kissed her back. His technique wasn't exactly normal, at least in the way that other guys had kissed her before, but somehow she found it irresistible. As for the actual kiss... well, she thought her knees were going to buckle. *Where did he learn to kiss like that,* she thought to herself. Sure, it was the kiss of a rookie, and it was awkward at best. Yet there was something behind it that he did that she just couldn't explain; it was pure magic. It was obvious he wanted to say something, but he stumbled on his own words. The look of adoration on his face spoke volumes. She wondered if he could read her face the same way she read his. He might have been known for socially awkward moments and didn't know what to say, but between his passionate kiss and the desire in his eyes, he didn't need to say a word. Kaylee giggled nervously, looking towards the ground. "Do you really think I'm a radiant angel?" It was impossible for Luke's face to get any redder as she brought forth his own words captured on video. She wasn't sure if he could physically speak or not, but at least she did catch the slightest of nods. "Um, so," she said, putting her hands together, twisting her body at the hips, "Are you going to ask me out, or are you just going to stand there?" It took a few moments, but Luke chuckled, breaking the silence. "Uh, yeah, I uh... wait," Luke said, seemingly concerned. "What about..." Placing her hands on her hips defiantly, Kaylee looked at him through narrow eyes as if he should have known better. She said, "Let me make it clear, cowboy. Bradley is *history*. He might not know that yet because he's an ass, a prick, and yeah -- an oxygen thief. But you..., you should have known just how far out of my life he is, now and forever." Only the playful gleam in her eyes let him know he was off the hook for his impetuous comment. He hesitated, trying to read her eyes and body language. It was as if he needed additional verification, unable to take in everything that was transpiring before him. He was so far outside of his comfort zone that he wasn't quite sure what to say or do. Luke took a deep breath and swallowed while she patiently waited. "I.... know this great Mongolian place, if you're interested..." She laughed nervously at the formalities they both seemed to be stumbling through. "I'd love to! I'll pick you up tomorrow, 7:30?" "Uh, 7:30 works," he said as a childish grin surfaced. "Wait, tomorrow night is Christmas Eve. Are you sure? I mean, you don't have family plans?" "Of course I'm sure," she smiled. "I'll cancel any other plans I have. See you tomorrow, 7:30." Kaylee bounded back to her car, opened the door and slid inside, unable to take her eyes off of Luke the entire time until she drove away. Watching her disappear in the distance, Luke remained frozen in position, wondering what had just happened. **\---** The first thing Kaylee noticed when Faith answered the door was the joyful yet overconfident look on her face. "Hey Kaylee! Happy Christmas Eve," she greeted her enthusiastically. "We weren't expecting you," Faith facetiously said, unable to stifle her giggle. Kaylee rolled her eyes, but returned Faith's smile, "Sure, I bet you weren't. Let me guess, Luke wasn't expecting me either?" Faith laughed, "Oh, he definitely was. Luke would never stand you up, not in a million years. By the way, you look absolutely gorgeous. Luke is going to *die*!" Kaylee smiled, looking down at the designer dress she finally settled on. If only Faith knew it was the eighth outfit she had put on today. Her dark purple dress with matching heels, not too outrageously far above the knees, exposed enough bare back to get Luke's attention but not so much that she'd feel too guilty if she ran into his parents. Mrs. Patton in particular. Still, as an added bonus, the dress tightly hugged every curve of her body, really giving her no choice but to wear a thong underneath. She nervously rolled her eyes and quietly sighed to herself, realizing Luke probably wouldn't notice anyway. Maybe it was a little overkill for Mongolian, but so what. This winter season in Northern California had already broken numerous temperature highs, so her legs and back weren't likely to freeze anyway. "Come on in and have a seat, Kaylee. I'll tell Luke you're here." "Thank you, Faith," she said, walking into the front room and carefully sitting on the couch, her knees together and legs tucked back. Luke walked into the room with one of his hands behind his back. Kaylee couldn't read the look on his face. She suspected he was nervous, but with Luke, she never could quite tell. Still, he looked simply amazing. "You look... nice, Kaylee," Luke said. His eyes bounced back and forth between Kaylee and Faith. Faith had been standing just behind Kaylee and out of her view. Apparently he took a cueing from Faith; he quickly said, "Beautiful. I meant you look beautiful, Kaylee." Kaylee smiled, even though she was a little puzzled at this side of Luke; the same person that poured out poetry, baring his heart and soul on video, could barely compliment her without assistance from his sister. Still, it was cute that he was trying so hard. Maybe she had misread him. Maybe his apparent nonchalance was really more of a masked nervousness. "And you look handsome, Luke," she said, standing up off the couch. "Oh," he said, partly walking, partly running with an uncoordinated movement towards the table. Carefully he grabbed a bouquet of red roses. "These are for you," he murmured, handing them to Kaylee. His eyes stole a quick look at Faith, as if looking for confirmation of his actions. "Thank you, sweetie," she said, taking the flowers and kissing his cheek. His face turned bright red and a bashful smile instantly surfaced on his face. Kaylee took in their sweet fragrance. "They smell wonderful." From behind his back Luke presented a box with a red and green plaid pattern, adorned with a bright crimson bow. "And so is this. Merry Christmas," he said reservedly, almost as if he was preparing for eventual disappointment. "You can open it tonight if you like. Or not. I hope you like it. I really wasn't sure what to get you, since you're rich and have pretty much everything." Faith's eyes opened wide and she whispered a little too loudly, "Luke!" Processing his own words, Luke crinkled his nose and said, "I'm sorry, that was probably rude of me. I didn't mean it that way..." Kaylee shook her head laughing, which in turn let him know he was off the hook. She sat back down on the couch. "It's ok, Luke. You didn't have to get me anything," she said, opening the present. He certainly had a way with words -- but he was sincere. She adored that. Digging down to the box and opening the lid, she saw a small, stuffed, Yorkshire Terrier. It was mostly black with a few patches of brown on the ears, legs, and muzzle. The tag on the little plaid collar around his neck jingled as Kaylee pulled him out of the box. She squealed, "Oh, Luke!" Luke grimaced again and said, "I know it's not the greatest present..." Kaylee leaped up and, still holding the yorkie, wrapped Luke up in her arms and kissed his cheek, exclaiming, "How did you know...," "That you liked yorkies? You told me, remember? In the library when I first started to tutor you?" It took her a while to recall the conversation, but she vaguely remembered it. It seemed like such a long time ago when he had casually asked her if she had any pets. She remembered telling him, somewhat disheartened, that she had always wanted a yorkie but her parents wouldn't allow her to have one. Faith, regrettably interrupting the romantic moment between Kaylee and Luke -- even with her brother's awkwardness -- offered to take the flowers and put them in a vase. "Hey Luke, when you guys come back, Kaylee can take these home with her. I don't mean to interrupt, but Dad's outside working on the car. He said he wants to see you before you go." Trying to corral her vivaciousness -- a difficult task that went completely against her personality -- Faith calmly said, "I hope you both have a great night!" Kaylee smiled, wondering if Faith was just as excited as she was. Faith hugged her brother goodbye, whispering in his ear, "Relax, just be yourself. You're doing great." Kaylee heard her words of encouragement. She had to love his sister's enthusiasm and support. Weren't brothers and sisters supposed to fight more? It was times like these where being an only child was difficult for Kaylee; if she would have had a sister, she couldn't think of one better to have than Faith. "Bye-bye, Kaylee," Faith said, also hugging Kaylee. It caught her off guard, but Kaylee welcomed it. Luke held the door for her as they went outside to look for his dad. Kaylee, still clinging to her yorkie, told him, "You have the sweetest family, Luke. I'm surprised you and Faith get along so well. Most siblings I know, especially closer in age, fight like cats and dogs." Luke smiled, "Yea, she's pretty cool. Sometimes I take her for granted and forget that. Don't tell her I said that, though." She grinned, "It'll be our little secret." \--- "There you are, buddy," Ryan said, closing the hood to the old black Challenger he had been working on for at least the last several months; maybe longer. Jessica was out in the driveway with her husband, hosing off the back end of the polished vehicle. Kaylee shook her head; she still couldn't believe how hot Mrs. Patton looked, considering she was in her forties and had popped two kids out of her, especially in that blue bikini top and short daisy-dukes. Her figure looked like a twenty year old girl and all of her curves were in all the right places; it almost wasn't fair. Even with the warmer temperatures, Kaylee thought she had to be cold. The jealous part of her kind of hoped she was. Not freezing, necessarily, but at least uncomfortably cold. Still, only in California during the warm winter season could anyone get away with wearing a bikini top on Christmas Eve. Well, at least Mrs. Patton couldn't give her grief for the tight purple dress she had on, Kaylee reasoned. Certainly not in that tight little car-washing outfit she was sporting. At least that took some of the pressure off of her. "Hey, I know you two kids are ready to go out and about, but we just finished getting Charlene ready." A confused Kaylee looked over at Luke for help, trying to decipher who Charlene was and why she might possibly be going with Luke and her... on their date? Jessica interpreted Kaylee's uncertainty and cleared the air, "Ryan's old Challenger. He decided to name '*her'* Charlene." She intentionally over-exaggerated the degrading feminine symbolism Ryan designated for his car, although her glare at Ryan turned into a smile. "I've had to put up with his second-love for nearly two decades." Ryan smiled, countering, "Well, actually I've had Charlene since before we met, so technically, that would make you my sec..." Jessica grabbed the soapy sponge from the bucket and threw it at Ryan; he tried to duck, but wasn't quick enough. It nailed him right in the shoulder, spraying water everywhere and leaving a nice wet, soapy patch on his shirt. The smile on Jessica's face was adorable; Kaylee noticed she had just the slightest hint of shock from the insult, but almost all of her smile reflected enjoyment from her husband's playful banter. "I'm sorry, Kaylee. He can be such a pig sometimes," Jessica said. Emotionless, Luke whispered to Kaylee, "See what I have to put up with?" Kaylee shook her head, smiling from ear to ear. "So," Ryan continued, "Charlene had to get a new paint job since her pretty pearl blue was fading. Her engine's been overhauled, and I just put the new tires on her. I made a few other minor tweaks, and your mom washed it up. Would you like the honors?" Ryan tossed the keys to Luke, grinning like a Cheshire cat the entire time. After catching the keys, Luke stood there for a moment with hesitation before finally walking towards the car. Kaylee snorted with amusement; it was obvious what Mr. and Mrs. Patton were doing -- all she had to do was read their faces -- but Luke didn't see it. While Ryan opened the car door for Luke, his son slid in carefully. "Go ahead, buddy." Luke placed the keys in the ignition and started the car. Charlene sprang to life, growling like an animal awakened from a long hibernation. "Listen to that purr," Ryan whispered to Jessica as she stepped in under his arm, nuzzling her ear through her ringlets. Jessica wrapped her own arms around his waist, one in front and one in back. She leaned up, kissing him on the cheek. "You're a good dad, tiger." Even Luke was impressed with the steel machine, Kaylee could tell. Which was really saying something, because he wasn't a car kind of guy. Then again, who *wasn't* a car guy when actually sitting down behind the wheel of a rumbling beast like this? Ryan firmly told him, "Let's start with eleven. I want her back absolutely no later than that. Not eleven-oh-one, but eleven. Your mom and I trust you Luke, but no driving stupid. Especially with Kaylee in the car; I'm sure the last thing you want to do is get her hurt because you weren't thinking. We understand each other?" Holding his fingers out, counting one for each holiday, Ryan said, "Oh, and Merry Christmas. Happy eighteenth Birthday. Merry Christmas. Happy nineteenth Birthday. She's all yours. Don't thrash her out or I'll be forced to kick you out of the house." Ryan, analyzing his own sentence, snickered, "Let me rephrase that. By 'she', I mean Charlene is yours." He bent down and whispered to Luke so Kaylee couldn't hear, nodding his head towards her, "That 'she', you're on your own with, but good luck." Luke was speechless. With his jaw hanging open, he stammered, "T-thank you, mom and dad." "My pleasure," Ryan said. "Besides, mom said I get to go shopping for her sister, Charlotte." "Are you kidding me, Ryan," Jessica said with aversion, "You really named your next car before we've even had a chance to see her in the lot?" She groaned, catching herself, "Thanks, Ryan. Now you have *me* calling an *inanimate* object a 'her'." "Well, we knew what we were going to name Luke before we saw him, didn't we," Ryan rebutted. Jessica rolled her eyes, ignoring her husband's male-centric logic. She walked around the car to the passenger side and opened the door for Kaylee, telling her, "We wanted to wait for Christmas morning, but somehow we both thought Christmas Eve -- tonight -- might be a better time to give him his present." She smiled at Kaylee, and it was a genuine smile. It was one that seemed to be of acceptance. Kaylee smiled back, lowering her head slightly as she sat in the passenger seat. As Jessica closed the door for her, she mouthed to Kaylee, "Take care of him." Still smiling, Kaylee nodded. It looked like the mother bear had finally warmed up to her, at least enough to begin trusting her with her oldest cub. Kaylee couldn't have been happier. As the overhauled midnight-black Challenger slowly rumbled down the street, Kaylee saw Jessica taking the hose to Ryan in their rear view mirror, followed by Ryan throwing Jessica over his shoulder and running off with her like a caveman until they were both inside the house. Kaylee blushed. \--- "Holy crap, Luke, you're killing me! You're not driving Miss Daisy," Kaylee exclaimed. "Driving who?" "Driving Miss... oh Luke, it's an old movie. You need to get out more." "That doesn't make any sense; if I need to see more movies, don't you mean I need to stay *in* more? Unless you're talking about a drive-in, then I can understa..." Kaylee sighed, "Never mind." Luke asked her, "So what's it about?" "I don't know, it's old, like, my parents watched it once." "So if you don't know what it's about..." "Luke! It's just an expression that means *at least* attempt to go the speed limit, not five under. Most guys our age would be opening this baby up!" Luke sighed. Kaylee shook her head, wondering what she had just got herself into. She heard Luke chuckle, "This isn't good. We sound like my parents fighting on our movie nights. This first date thing is harder than I thought." His laughter was contagious; she couldn't resist a quiet laugh. "Well, at least we know why they trust you so much. If we ran head-on into a brick wall at this speed, you'd barely scratch the bumper. And what do you mean your parents fight? They're like Mr. and Mrs. All-America, or something." He shrugged, "Dad normally says or does something stupid, and then mom gets all offended and takes it personally. After however long the fight takes, he normally says something even stupider -- sometimes unintentional, sometimes on purpose -- but it usually ends up making her laugh. They are predictable, to be honest, and don't even realize it." The look on his face turned into a disturbing sneer, "And sometimes, when things get really out of hand..." Luke shuddered. "What?" "He grabs her, throws her over his shoulder, and runs off with her to the bedroom. Don't make me say anymore because I'll probably throw up." Kaylee was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. She said, "I think that's romantic, actually. You do have really attractive parents, Luke, and they really seem to love each other. I hope when I'm your mother's age, I have a husband that will love me like he does and do things like that with me. It's really sweet how they can't keep their hands off of each other." "Sweet, huh? Can you picture *your* parents doing that?" Kaylee turned up her nose at that picture, "Yea, right. They'd be like two porcupines going at it, trying not to kill each other while procreating. I'm not actually sure they ever have. They never talk to each other, let alone touch each other. I think I'm adopted." Luke said, "I'm sorry." "Don't be. Besides, I think I'd literally puke my guts out if they did something like that," she added. "It's different with my parents." Luke laughed, shaking his head. "Literally, huh?" "Yes," she said sharply, glaring at him. "Literally. Don't make fun." "Sorry, Kaylee. Well, we're here," he said, pulling up to the Mongolian grill. The roar of the Challenger instantly dropped to silence as Luke turned it off. As he opened the car door, he looked over at Kaylee and asked, "Are you ready, Kaylee?" Narrowing her eyes at him, Kaylee said, "You're lucky this place was so close. If it was any further away, we'd be eating Mongolian for breakfast." Her pretend mad look quickly morphed into a playful smile as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before he could get out of the car. **X -- The Perfect Gift** As her bare feet hit the carpet, toes wiggling and arms stretching above her head, Kaylee exhaled a deep yawn. She had never felt so alive; not just because it was Christmas morning, but because of the amazing night she had with Luke. Thanks to the euphoric feeling of floating along on cloud nine, Kaylee knew that for the first time in a long time, she could actually tolerate spending a little time with her parents, sitting around the Christmas tree as the three of them opened expensive but hollow presents. She'd bear through that for a couple of hours, find a way to deal with the lack of conversation and artificial emotions, and then head over to Audrey's. After that, thanks to Luke and his family inviting her over for Christmas dinner, she'd spend the rest of the day over at the Patton's. She couldn't wait. Her mind kept drifting to the evening prior. The only thing that would have made the night absolutely perfect would have been if Luke could have overcome his annoying awkward self and kissed her passionately, sweeping her off her feet. Sitting on the bed in her hot pink tank top and pajama shorts, remembering every single moment she had just shared with Luke, she still couldn't help swoon over the person she once considered the biggest geek in school. Had Luke finally grown out of the geeky stage, or had she finally grown up a little, become a little less shallow, and maybe even opened her eyes to the realization that there was a much larger world beyond the realm of high school? Considering Luke still had silly Star Wars dolls on the shelf in his bedroom (maybe it was Star Trek... whatever), she suspected that she already knew the answer. Kaylee giggled to herself as she recalled Luke's several awkward attempts to kiss her the night before. It was funny, but frustrating; whenever Luke leaned in to kiss her, she tried to lean forward to receive his kiss but she wasn't fast enough. He had already chickened out and pulled back. But by the end of the night, they were having so much fun with each other that Luke had relaxed enough to kiss her goodnight without even thinking about it. No logic, no calculations. He just did it out of pure instinct and desire for Kaylee. It was a simple, slow peck on the lips, but it was the most amazing and electric kiss she ever had. She shook her head and smiled, wondering about that boy. Who knows what she would have done for him if he dipped her back and French kissed her. It took her three times as long to decide which dress to wear for Christmas dinner than it did to open presents with her parents. Most of the presents from her dad were expensive electronics, all of which started with a lower-case "i"; he probably had his secretary buy and gift-wrap the presents. She tried to be grateful, but she would have rather had one small, cheap present that came from his heart. Her mom on the other hand refused to buy her any clothes or makeup. She was so predictable. Just like the last several years, she ended up with more 'practical' presents as she called them, such as a food processor and some kind of mixer. Like she knew her way around the kitchen outside of the microwave, the stove, and the month's supply of Ramen noodles in the pantry. Kaylee was probably the only girl in the world that had set macaroni and cheese on fire. If that wasn't enough, her mother's choice of Christmas presents was really nothing more than a subtle hint that it was time for her to move out after graduation. Still, Kaylee knew all of the gifts were expensive even if it barely touched their pocketbook, let alone made any kind of a dent. She was at least polite. Her parents, on the other hand, never gave her so much as a "thank you" even though she really did put a lot of thought and care into their presents. No matter; she had enough clothes in her wardrobe anyway, and was bound to find something Luke would love. Besides, she just knew that Luke's family would be grateful for the presents she bought for them. She really wanted his family to like her, and she was desperate to show them how much she cared not only for Luke, but for all of them as well. For Mr. Patton and Mrs. Patton, she bought a model pearl-blue Challenger and a race-red Mustang respectively. She knew that his dad had always owned a Challenger, and the one he gave to Luke despite the new black paint job was originally a pearl-blue color. His mother on the other hand always seemed to migrate towards Mustangs and had been unable to break free from the various shades of red. Kaylee was intrigued with their preferences, noting how the husband and wife were just like the two vehicles; the heavily competitive muscle cars were both very unique and very attractive, yet they seemed to make a pretty good team when put together. Kind of like Mr. and Mrs. Patton. Faith's gift was almost too easy. She knew Faith looked up to her -- excluding the way she treated her brother on several occasions past, thank goodness she had been forgiven -- so she could get her practically anything. Kaylee had done a lot of shopping with Faith. In fact, only a few weeks ago, she even bought her a few outfits, so it only made sense that she'd need a great makeup kit and a knockout exotic perfume to go with them. Of course Kaylee, being the shopping expert that she was, knew what Faith wanted more than Faith did herself. After several hours at the mall, looking for just the right label, she found the perfect perfume and makeup set. There was no question Faith would absolutely love it! It was possible Kaylee just might have been more excited *to give* them to Faith than Faith would be *receiving* them. But then there was Luke. He was a little more difficult to figure out. She'd already given him the old Charlie and the Chocolate Factory book, but that didn't really count as a seasonal present anyway. Plus, Luke wasn't big on material possessions the same way that she was -- or at least the way she used to be, she swore she had changed -- so his gift would be tricky. Besides, she really wanted to let Luke know how much she cared and how crazy she was for him. Of course she'd have to accept the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Patton set an unachievable bar when they gave him the old Challenger. How on earth could she possibly top that? \--- Luke rang her doorbell. Kaylee had asked him to pick her up since her car was hijacked by her parents, her father's car in the shop and mother's car still being tended by valet after they came home in a taxicab the night before, neither of them exactly in condition to drive. "Come in," Kaylee shouted on the other side of the door. Luke stepped inside the house. He almost tripped as he saw Kaylee. She stood no more than ten feet away from him with a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face, dressed head to toe in black lingerie. Luke slowly looked up and down her body, slowly taking in the sight before him as she brushed her soft blond hair to the side. Her see-through stockings had a sexy tiger stripe pattern running up her legs, ending in a lacy design attached to a garter belt. She wore the tiniest pair of black panties, leaving little to the imagination. The tightest little corset, barely managing to contain her stunning overflowing breasts, hugged every curve. There was no doubt at all that she had his attention. Using her sexiest strut, she walked up to Luke, unintentionally causing him to back up until he ran into the door. Kaylee put one arm next to his head while her other hand drifted down to the side of Luke's waist, locking the door. Leaning forward, Kaylee placed her red crimson lips on his, barely able to control her desire. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out before ravaging him. Never before had she wanted someone so badly; not Bradley, not anyone. Yet here was this gorgeous man in front of her that she had once called a nerd, someone that society -- and her, to her regret -- labeled as a loser. Well, that was a thing of the past and would never happen again if she had anything to say about it. Kaylee gave Luke a lustful smile as he looked down at her breasts with wide-open eyes; her gorgeous mounds were practically spilling out of her lacy black corset. Luke's eyes betrayed him; Kaylee could tell he was staring at the little red bow nestling between her lovely breasts. The irony that she was dressed like a black widow -- the bow resembling an hourglass -- was not lost on her; after all, he had been lured into her deliberate trap and he didn't stand a chance. If she had her way, he'd be devoured within minutes. Well, not really *devour*, but she'd love him like no one ever could. "Merry Christmas, cowboy," she purred in his ear as she began to nibble on his earlobe, melding herself into him. Fingering the red bow on her chest, she asked him softly, "Would you like to open your present?" Luke swallowed hard. His jaw opened and closed several times before he could speak. Kaylee couldn't believe what she was doing, but this was happening; never in a million years did she think she would give herself to Luke. Now she couldn't think of anything but. Luke took a step forward and placed his hand on her naked shoulder. Kaylee was absolutely breathless; his touch was intoxicating, sending shivers down her arm and back, all the way down to her toes. Kaylee played it off like she was the one in control, but the reality was she wasn't sure who was more nervous. She could sense the conflict within Luke; his eyes spoke volumes to her. He was torn between devouring her body and resisting her charms. He was fighting a tremendous temptation; why he was fighting it, she wasn't sure. Finally, Luke spoke, "I... Kaylee, I... can't do this." The shock she felt from his words was tremendous. She wasn't expecting rejection! How could he reject her? What was she missing? Suddenly she felt embarrassed, as if she was in one of those dreams where you show up naked in front of your entire class at school. Here she was, wearing an incredibly sexy and revealing outfit, only to be turned down. How could he make her feel so awkward? Her mouth was open as if to speak, but nothing came out; she would have cried if she were not too stunned to do so. Luke must have sensed her uneasiness because he told her, "Kaylee, you look absolutely beautiful. More than that, you look stunning -- you look breathtaking! It's... it's not that." He looked over her entire body as he spoke, still fighting his primal urges, which at least made her feel a little better. But why would he turn her down? Suddenly he closed his eyes, as if he felt guilty for looking at her. Her eyes brightened! It suddenly occurred to her that he didn't turn her down because she wasn't attractive enough for him, but he felt guilty about taking her -- despite the fact that she wanted to be taken more than anything. He was just shy! She smiled gently, "Luke, its ok! I want this, baby; you don't have to be nervous!" Luke smiled awkwardly, but he still couldn't look at her, "Kaylee, it's not that. Well it is that, but it's more than that." She looked at him even more confused, barely keeping her smile together, "Well, then what is it?" Biting his lip, Luke told her, "I adore you more than you'll ever know. I... I can't violate you, as much as I would *love* to. You deserve better than this, better than me. Someday, you'll have a husband who worships the ground you walk on, and I can only hope he treats you like the princess you are. I have no doubts that he will see your light shine the same way I do. The last thing I want to do is tarnish you or anything in your future, including your marriage. You deserve to stay pure, and I don't want to be the one to ruin that. You really should respect yourself. You deserve it." Her jaw hung, speechless. So it wasn't a lack of attraction to her, it wasn't nervousness, and it wasn't guilt. It was chivalry. She wanted to slap him for the 'you should really respect yourself' comment, yet the caring, loving undertone of his words made her want him even more. Part of her wanted to scream "This is what I want; violate me!" Somehow, and she wasn't sure why, but she fumbled on her words. "Luke, but..." *What are you doing Kaylee,* she thought to herself. *He wants you, and he's willing to wait... for you.* She didn't let Luke see her sigh. Stealing one more quick glance up and down her body -- voluntarily or involuntarily she didn't know -- Luke gave her an awkward smile and turned to leave, pushing the door open. His attempt to walk outside was beyond awkward as he accidentally ran into the door jam and bounced off of it like a pinball. What Kaylee found even funnier was he kept walking -- more like staggered -- as if it had never happened. He said, "I...uh, I'll wait for you in the Challenger." Shaking her head, leaning against the door jam and looking at him one last time with a lingering sense of disappointment coupled with an intense fascination, she said quietly, "You're something else, Luke Patton." Unable to hide her bewildered smile, she added, "Someday, you're going to make some woman very, very lucky. I..." Kaylee bit her lip down. She almost let it slip that she hoped it was her that was the lucky woman. Clearing her throat, her cheeks flush, she said, "Give me a few minutes to change." She closed the door with both hands and took an extra moment to watch him walking away through the glass window. Why did it feel like she needed a cold shower? Placing her head against the door, she sighed deeply. *"Worships the ground you walk on?" "Treats you like the princess you are?" "You should respect yourself?" I can't believe you just did that to me, Luke Patton. You're not playing fair...* Luke turned around, his face beet red, and stole a quick glance at Kaylee before he hopped in the Challenger. He sighed, scolding himself when she was out of hearing distance, "What have I done? I hope you know how amazing you are, Kaylee Reed." How was it possible that he found the will to say no to such a vision of beauty? Better yet, *why* did he say no? Sliding into the Challenger, he kept replaying the entire scenario over and over in his head. Of course, he already knew why. First, he meant what he said; he didn't want to tarnish her. His core reason was centered around his sense of honor and strong religious convictions when it came to premarital sex. While his urges beckoned him to cave, that voice in the back of his head told him it wasn't time -- for either of them. Besides, a thing of beauty like her? She was just too special. That was reason number two. No one ever thinks about the ramifications of an instantaneous decision of gratification. How would Kaylee feel after it was all over? How strong would the regret be for either of them? This brought him to the third reason. He wasn't the right guy for her. He was always one hair away from ruining what they had and going back to a mediocre friendship, at best. Some guys were naturally loveable; he wasn't one of them. Girls like Kaylee... well; he was only the flavor of the month. Not that he blamed her; a girl like that could have her pick of any guy she wanted. Another month or two, and that would be that. Nature would run its course. The fourth reason; he panicked. He might not have shown it, but he was terrified. It took everything he had to maintain his composure when his instinct was split as wide as the east was to the west, between pouncing on her and heading for the hills. He only hoped Kaylee didn't sense his fear. As for the fifth reason? Well, that was the most important reason of all. He loved her. And she didn't love him. It was that simple. \--- Kaylee glanced over at Luke, driving with his hands clenched on the wheel at ten and two. The tense look on his face and the dampness in his eyes revealed his discomfort. In that moment, she saw the conflict within him beginning to surface. It broke her heart to see him like that. More than anything, she wanted to comfort him and release the burden that weighed him down. She quickly turned away, looking straight out the windshield to the road ahead, not daring to lock eyes with him. Unable to stop herself, despite her need to protect her own vulnerability, the words came pouring out, "I've never done it either. Not with Bradley, not with anyone. I've messed around before, but... going all the way just seemed... I don't know. Not right. Giving it away, even to a guy I really liked, I just..." She threw her hands in the air, struggling for the right words, "I just want it to be more than what everyone else is doing. I want it to be special, with the right guy." Turning towards Luke, she said, "Someone I could fall in love with." Waves of emotion crashed over her as she tried to form the right words in her head. "Luke, if you're not ready, then we're not ready. And that's ok. We can wait until we're ready. But I really want you to know something." Kaylee took in a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage she needed to confess the impossible. "I realized something last night. Luke Patton, I've been saving myself, my whole entire life, waiting for the right guy." She almost choked as she admitted, "Waiting for you." Somewhere along the way, she must have said the right thing, because his shoulders relaxed and the tightness in his face melted away. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. The faint smile that appeared on his face spoke volumes.

Francis Meets a Black Stud

First some background: I am a male, about 5'5', athletic and have long light brown hair and fair skin. I was on the swim team in high school and college. In college I had started shaving my legs and arms to cut down on drag in the water. My girlfriend at the time liked and eventually talked me into shaving my entire body. She eventual talked me into having all of my unwanted body hair removed using a laser hair removal gadget that she used on her legs. This included all hair below my neck and part of my facial hair too. After several treatments I was surprised to find out that it was permanent. It seemed as if we would be married, so, what she wanted, she got. In our senior year we broke up, she wanted to explore new things. Currently, I am in my late twenties and travel around quite a bit through the US. My work never allows me to be in any one place more than a few months. When I am working it is usually 3 months on (7days per week) and one month off, but this varies depending on the projects. This doesn't allow for much of a social life, but I make a lot of money. I roll around with a 5th wheel and usually stay in a campground and try to be away from everyone else as much as possible. Sometimes this works, other times not. Since I do not have much of a social life, I masturbate a lot and have enjoyed a lot of different types of internet porn. I smoke pot, but usually only in the evenings when I masturbate. This makes it a lot more fun and I enjoy some pretty wild porn when I am stoned. Sometimes, while masturbating I will smoke a lot and get really stoned and this can make me get a little kinky. I consider myself straight, but have masturbated with, dildos and butt plugs. Sometimes when I am really worked up I will put on some women's underwear etc and have experimented with some make up too as well as using a cock ring and binding my balls. I think I look pretty hot when I wear make up and lingerie and I think I look pretty hot and have even masturbated while looking at myself in the mirror. I can also suck my own dick; well not really I can get the head and a little bit more in my mouth. I have never been able to cum like this, but I have shot cum into my mouth and on my face. I found it did not taste bad and I liked it because it was nasty and when I was made up, I looked really hot with cum strung on my face, but cumming with my dick in my mouth eluded me. I do like to tease myself right up to the edge and then deny myself release and repeat the process. One time when I was doing this and was very, very close. I lifted my legs over my head, put my dick in my mouth, started licking my dick and then started to fuck myself with a dildo. Then the most amazing thing happened. I started to cum and shot a huge load directly into my mouth with mt lips wrapped tightly around my dick. It was the most amazing feeling to have my dick firmly in my mouth and to have cum squirting out of it and into my mouth, this aroused me even more and I came very hard. After I calmed down a bit I was still hard and excited, I then masturbated and came again within a few minutes and came again it was amazing. I got stuck in this habit for a while. I also exhibit some risky behavior. I like to walk around outside naked and masturbate. I do not expose myself to anyone and don't do this in any risky places, usually I will do this somewhere in a remote area near the campground in the wee hours of the morning when I am certain not to be seen by anyone. Well this all leads up to my current situation. I had recently taken up hiding the spare key to my camper someplace close to the campground, walking out of my camper in gym shorts, tennis shoes and nothing else. If no one was parked near my camper, lock the door, walk for a short distance, take off my shorts and then go to get my key. Sometimes I will just walk out with nothing on but tennis shoes. I am always stoned and usually take a joint with me. I will masturbate along the way and will often have some kind of lube waiting with my key. I really like to tease myself by getting really close to orgasm only to stop and light up or something. Well it had been a long holiday weekend and the campground had been packed with families. I had not had a chance to masturbate in 5 days and today I hoped the campground would be nearly empty when I got back. It was! There was one camper on the far side of the campground, at last I have some privacy and I was very horny. I took my spare key and went to a place that I had found recently and placed it on a limb. I had eaten on the way back, had a little puff, set my alarm for 11:00pm and went to sleep. It was only 7:30 and I could not do anything for a while and if I did what I planned, I would be up pretty late and needed some rest. My plan tonight is to wake at 11, give myself an enema then shower and come back to my camper, puff up, make myself up and get dressed in a little mini skirt and half tank top, with hose, panties and a small bra, along with nails and eyelashes. I wanted to be dressed fully as a girl tonight and going for a walk. I was also thinking about a cock ring and binding my balls with a strap and maybe weights with a lock. After this I would pack my purse with 2 types of lube, some astroglide for the butt plug I would use later, and some vaseline to masturbate with, 2 joints and a lighter. I wanted to be really high for this and I had some of the killer. All this should take about 1-2 hours. After I was ready I will walk out the door and lock it behind me and walk to the ladies bath house, puff up, then insert the butt plug, then go and get my key and be back in by 3:30 or 4 am for a couple more hours sleep before work. I woke up at 11, gave myself an enema and headed to the bathhouse; I showered and used some sexy smelling soap and shampoo. Dried off really good, gathered my things, and since no one was around, wrapped my towel around me and headed to my camper. The cook night air felt good flowing around my naked body. When I got back to the camper, I put on my cock ring, took a couple of hits off my pipe opened a folder of porn videos on my computer and hit random, the screen was suddenly filled with a cute white girl with a mouth full of black cock (when getting fixed up, I listen to porn more than I watch it). I then put on my stockings, panties and 4" high heel clogs, and then sat down in front of my mirror took a few hits from my pipe. I was already super turned on at this point, so I played with my dick for a few minutes before I began to fix my hair. I then took another hit and began carefully applying my makeup. I also had a black rubber cock on my make table standing straight up. It is about the same size as my dick, around 7". I can get most of it in my mouth easily and have managed to get enough of it in mouth so that my chin was resting on its black balls from time to time. I would take a puff, play with myself while I watched the black cock slipping into my mouth in the mirror and imagining that the girl I heard on the video was me. I finished my hair, make up and nails by 12:45 and then inserted some small breast forms into my bra, put on my skirt, top and then checked myself out in the mirror. Everything seemed awkward with the nails but, damn I looked hot! I sucked on the black cock for a few minutes watching myself in the mirror, took a couple of hits, and then touched up my lipstick. After this I put a leather strap around my balls and put a small pad lock on it and put a small dog collar around my neck that said "SLUT" on it and put a small lock on it too. I left the keys to the lock beside the black cock in front of the mirror, walked out the door, locked it and closed it tight. I was now committed, I could not take the collars off of my dick or neck until I first went and got the key to my camper. I was very stoned and the sexual high was invigorating! I slowly walked to the ladies bath house, when suddenly I noticed that the light was on in the camper across the way, but then thought that no one would be out at this hour. I lit a joint and began my trek to the ladies room, went inside and found a stall. It was very clean; I suppose they had washed today after everyone left. I put the seat down and slipped down my panties, then sat down like a girl to pee. I took another drag and then just held the joint in my mouth. I had just put my feet up spread against the sides of the door to insert the butt plug when I heard footsteps walk in the bathhouse, luckily the joint had gone out, but you could still smell it. This was really stimulating to me and I started touching myself while someone else was in there, after a few minutes they walked out. The next sound I heard was the showers in the men's bathhouse on the other side of the wall. I giggled; the guy in the other camper must be taking a shower. I stroked myself 'til I nearly came and then I took out and kissed the butt plug before I lubed it up, I also pushed it all the way into my mouth and clamped it tight with my lips where I asshole would soon be. I had calmed down a bit and knew I would not cum if I inserted it now, so I lubed it up and put it in my ass. The shower stopped next door so I decided to wait for a few minutes before walking out to give the guy a chance to get back to his camper. After what I thought was more than enough time I stood up, my bound cock was like steel and was sticking straight out making the mini skirt tent and there was a little bit of the head sticking past the edge of the mini skirt. I checked myself out in the mirror, gave my dick a rub and I walked out with the joint in my mouth, I was going relight it as soon as I got outside. I walked out the door and ran straight into a 6' black stud with a towel around his neck, silk boxers, sandals and nothing else. He took one look at the joint hanging from my lips and said, "I thought I smelled pot." He then asked me for the joint, I was scared as hell, had not said a word and found it difficult to take my eyes off of the outline of his cock. I handed him the joint and offered him a light. He asked me my name. I thought quickly and replied, "Francis." He then looked down at my cock sticking out and snickered, "so you like to get a little kinky huh? Have you ever sucked a black cock before?" At that moment, I regretted everything I had ever done. I did not want to answer his questions and just wanted to run away, but I told him "no" and then for some reason added, "the only cock I had ever had in my mouth was my own". He asked me if I swallowed? I responded, "yes." He took another hit of the joint and then told me to walk back into the ladies bathhouse so he could get a better look at me. I wanted to run but I obediently turned around and he followed me inside. Inside he told me to turn around so he could see my ass. His only response was, "you are one fine looking woman except for that little thing sticking out from under your skirt." I think I blushed. I wanted so desperately to be anywhere but, but I was afraid and hypnotized by this beautiful man that seemed interested in me. He then asked me if I wanted to suck his cock? I shocked myself and whispered, "yes." He asked me to repeat myself where he could hear me. I was completely under his spell, I tried to speak, but was only able to reply just above a whisper. He pulled me closer and put my hand on his huge cock. I glanced over at the mirror and nearly passed out at how sexy I looked right now next to this tall black stud with my hand on his big cock through his boxers. He asked me again what I wanted to do? I told him in the sexiest voice I could muster that, "YES, I want to suck your cock and swallow your cum." He said, "Well bitch, kneel on this towel and do it!" He was beginning to get hard, so I took the towel and spread it out on the floor, just staring at the outline of his big black cock and glancing at us in the mirror every chance I got and then I was on my knees with his cock just on the other side of those boxers. I asked him to turn a little bit so I could better see myself in the mirror and felt his big black dick through his boxers with both of my hands. I kissed it and rubbed my face on it. I then began to pull down his boxers and fished his cock out. It was amazing! I just held it in my hands and fondled it. I then looked at myself in the mirror and watched as I kissed it all down one side so I could see myself real good in the mirror with this black cock in touching my face and then I watched it slowly slide into my mouth. After a few minutes he told me to stop and to pull down his boxers and he stepped out of them. I was now completely dressed as a woman and on my knees in the ladies room of the campground in front of a naked black man with a really big black cock that I wanted to suck and make cum in my mouth so very much and he was smoking my pot. I guess he noticed me looking in the mirror because he said, "So you like seeing my black cock between your lips?" I took my mouth off his cock and massaged his balls that would soon fill my mouth with cum and replied, "YES I do!" He asked, "You do what?" I told him, "I love to see your big black cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He said, "Good" and started taking pictures of me sucking his big beautiful black cock with his cell phone. I kept sucking and kissing and licking massaging his cock and balls for a while, a couple of times I nearly got all of it in my mouth, but not all the way, but when I did I pulled his balls and rubbed them on my chin. I put his balls in my mouth and massaged them with my lips and tongue and then sucked his cock some more. He then said, "I am about to cum and when you feel the first squirt, lean back , open your mouth wide and jack my cum all over your face, and don't swallow until I tell you." I did not want to do this; I wanted to suck all of his cum straight out of his cock. A few seconds later he started to shoot. The first squirt took me by surprise, but I quickly did as he said and it seemed like he just came and came. He was also shooting a video with his phone of this. After he was finished cumming, he told me to look into the camera with my mouth wide and to swallow. I then kissed his cock and put it in my mouth to squeeze out the rest of his cum, swallowed and kept on kissing his beautiful black cock. He took a few more photos of his black cock in the mouth of this white girl who had cum all over her face. Soon I stood up and looked in the mirror. I looked so sexy with the strings of cum all over my face and began to push it into my mouth. He made me "stop" and added "Leave that on there for now, it will remind you that you are my bitch." He then asked if I had any makeup in my purse? I told him no, that it was all in my camper. He told me to walk to my camper with his cum on face, to fix my makeup and then walk back to his camper. I told him it was not quite easy and explained why, then showed him the locks and butt plug. He just chuckled and told me to go get the key, then go fix my makeup and to not jack off while I was gone. He also told me to bring a camera if I had one, and added, "If I don't answer the door, I may have fallen asleep, just come in and start sucking my cock until I wake up." Right then, I hoped he would fall asleep quickly. As I turned to walk away, I gave him my cell number and asked him to send me the pictures and video. I left the ladies bathhouse feeling more sexually intoxicated than I have ever felt before and started walking to get the key as this black mans cum was sliding down my face and dripping onto my top, I smiled as I wondered what he planned to do with me next.

Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 05

*Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his help and suggestions. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 05: Cuckolding His Enemy Over the next couple of days Gavin contemplated how he could break the news to Catherine and Tiffany about his involvement with their mother. He decided to take them up the hill to his secret make-out spot, where Catherine had such good memories. \-- In the afternoon Catherine and Tiffany picked Gavin up after practice and half an hour later, they were parked at the secret spot. The bushes hid them from prying eyes as they all lay naked on blankets in the clearing. First they kissed, Gavin switching between the sisters' moist lips. He was lying on his back, while Catherine and Tiffany were lying half on top of him, one on each side of him. All hands were busy; Gavin's hands cupped a breast of each sister and squeezed tightly. Tiffany's hands were stoking Gavin's hard cock, while Catherine's hands were caressing his face as she looked devotedly into his eyes. After some time Tiffany moved down between Gavin's powerful legs and her eyes focused on his huge cock. She just loved the way he was always ready. She leaned in and opened her mouth wide. She took in the swollen head of his shaft. It was not an easy task, but she was getting better at it. Gavin couldn't deny that having this power over his enemy's daughters was a massive turn-on. It filled a primal need in him and he said, "Catherine, help your sister. Show her how it's done." Cheerfully Catherine obliged and soon she was licking Gavin's heavy balls, while Tiffany relentlessly sucked his cock. Tiffany was still in awe of the fact that there was more than enough room for both her hands as she grasped Gavin's long thick pole and licked around the huge helmet. She began to bob her head back and forth trying to mouth fuck him. She started to develop a rhythm of bobbing up and down then licking the side of his long cock. He was the first of her lovers who was so large. Tentatively she tried to let his cock slide down her throat. Immediately her gag reflex kicked in and she moved her head back. Still holding Gavin's long hard cock she looked into her sister's eyes and said, "Wow, Catherine. It's the first time I have ever tried to take a cock so deep into my mouth. But I just love the taste of Gavin's precum." "Let me try," Catherine said and the sisters switched positions. Catherine took Gavin's shaft and locked onto it, sucking for all she was worth. It filled her with pride that she could also take his huge cock into her throat. Gavin looked down on the sisters and saw that Catherine's mouth was opened as wide as possible, yet her lips were tight against his massive pole. He loved the sisters' competitive spirit as Catherine started to suck his cock as fast and hard as she could. He bent down and with his hands he cupped one of each sister's tits gently and began to tease their hard nipples. He heard them moan with pleasure as they continued to switch positions. Both girls had a hand between her own legs flicking her clitoris. For some minutes Gavin fought the urge to cum, doing his utmost to prolong the sensations the sisters were giving him. But after a while he had to capitulate. A flick of Tiffany's tongue at the opening of his glans was all it took to send the muscles around his balls into convulsions. He grabbed hold of Tiffany's head as his hips moved forward, and he felt the tip of his cock probe deeply into her throat as a stream of cum flew out of his cock. Tiffany didn't flinch and continued to bob up and down on his cock as another spurt of cum travelled up and out of the shaft of his cock. A moan of delight came from Tiffany as she also experienced a small orgasm. Catherine pulled Tiffany away and soon Gavin's cock was buried in her throat. Catherine also wanted to taste her lover and with a flick of her tongue brought a new explosion of cum from his cock. She sucked and was granted another shot of cum. Then a third. She also came with this hot action. When it stopped she lifted her head from his cock and swallowed whatever cum was left in her mouth. Thick, white fluid covered her chin as she smiled at her sister. Both sisters wiped their mouths and chins with the backs of their hands and smiled at each other. Then simultaneously they laughed "Yummy..." \-- It didn't take long before the threesome was fucking each other. Gavin was doing the girls doggy style and switching between them. He gave them all he got and soon he was hammering into them, giving each girlfriend an orgasm, before he switched to the other one. It continued for half an hour and the girls were hoarse, as they wailed out loud almost the entire time. Then with a huge roar Gavin came. He pulled out and sprayed both sisters with his cum. They collapsed on the blanket and he was panting above them. \-- Five minutes later the sisters turned around and looked up at their lover. Gavin knew it was time to tell them about his affair with their mother, so he said in a serious voice, "I have something to tell you." Catherine and Tiffany looked alarmed at each other. They both loved being with Gavin and the mere thought of him breaking up with them made both girls panic-stricken. Catherine stuttered, "What's the matter Gavin?" "I don't want to beat around the bush so I'll just tell you straight away. For some time you have both told me that you were astounded by how inexperienced your mother seemed when she confronted you about our lovemaking. At the same time you have hinted, that your parents don't have a passionate relationship. Last weekend I came by your house, but I had forgotten you were both away. Your mother was at home and she invited me in to have a talk about Catherine's and my relationship." "Okay," Catherine whispered with an uncertain look in her eyes. Tiffany asked, "Did she know about me?" "Yeah, she knew and was not pleased about it. But we talked for some time and I have to tell you, you were completely right. Your mother is an inexperienced woman. But as both you and your father were away, we had a lot of time to talk," Gavin replied. "Oh my..." Tiffany laughed. "I would have liked to be a fly on the wall," Catherine grinned. Gavin was pleased with how the conversation was turning out, so he continued, "Well I didn't tell your mother how her daughters just loved to get fucked by my huge cock. But I didn't have to...She admitted that one time she had seen the three of us together by the pool." Both Catherine and Tiffany blushed then looked at each other and smiled. "As you could imagine talking about her little girls being impaled by a huge cock made your mother squirm, so I told her to relax. We talked about it for some time and I told your mother, that I was in control of our relationship, so you wouldn't become jealous. She asked me if I was exclusive to you two and I told her that I had promised you both that I would only be with Douglas women." Both girls smiled smugly and with a giggle Tiffany asked, "What did mom say to that?" "Well at first she just blushed. Then she blurted out, that she was a Douglas woman." "Oh my...poor mom," Catherine giggled. "You're so bad, Gavin. Making her embarrassed in her own home. What happened next?" Tiffany asked with a smile. "I told you mother that she was right: she was also a beautiful Douglas woman. And so I was allowed to be with her." Both girls laughed as they thought about their sophisticated mother talking about sex with their boyfriend. "Keep on telling us," they said simultaneously. "Your mother stuttered and didn't know what to say. But then I noticed that she was breathing shallowly and seemed stirred up. I thought about what you had told me about her inexperience, so I decided to show her what she was missing out on. As a joke I kissed her, but then it just escalated and soon we were making love." Both girls were stunned at first, then Tiffany got her bearings and shrieked, "You did what?" "We made love," Gavin replied. "How could you Gavin? She's our mother," Catherine whispered. "I don't know how it happened. All I can tell you is that it did happen." "But..." Catherine stammered. "I can't believe it," Tiffany said furiously. "Stop it right now Tiffany. Your mother needed it and I didn't break my promise. I have just taken another Douglas woman into my relationship with the Douglas women," Gavin stated. "But what is going to happen now," Catherine said, shocked. "I'll continue my relationship with all three of you. Your mother needs me as much as you two do. You'll just have to accept her as an equal," Gavin said. "But she's married...what about our father?" Tiffany tried to control her emotions. "You both know that your mother needs a real man. So from now on I'll be that man. You'll both have to accept it and treat her like you treat each other." Tiffany opened her mouth but not a sound escaped her lips. She was considering the new situation and then she decided to accept the new change in her relationship with Gavin. "All right Gavin. You know I'm yours forever and I'll have to admit that you'll probably be man enough for all three of us. Please forgive my outburst." "The same applies for me," Catherine said. Gavin silently congratulated himself and then said, "I'm glad you have accepted the situation. Let's go home to your mother and tell her about our new relationship. I think it's going to be a lot of fun." Embracing the situation all three got dressed and just as they drove away Tiffany snickered, "I can't wait to surprise Mom. She'll be so shocked. In no time we'll make her one of Gavin's loving sluts." \-- On the way home both girls were quiet. They were both trying to process their new knowledge about their mother. At first Tiffany thought it was kind of gross, that Gavin and her mother had made love. Her mother was almost twice his age. But then she started thinking about her mother and she realized that her mother still was a youthful, stunning and amazing woman. She was in her prime and when Tiffany compared her father to Gavin, she thought her Mom and Gavin made more sense as a couple than her vibrant mother and her unanimated, coolheaded father. She started smiling. Catherine sat, also deep in her own thoughts. She mulled over her mother's relationship with Gavin. After the mother-daughter talk she had felt sorry for her mother, because she had definitely realised how passionless her parents' relationship had become. Catherine had no trouble understanding why her mother had fallen for Gavin. But she worried about the consequences for her mother if her father found out. Pondering for some time she decided, that sheand Tiffany had to help conceal her mother's relationship with Gavin. She shifted her body in the car seat as she felt a little bit sore after Gavin's fierce lovemaking. She didn't have any trouble sharing Gavin with both her mother and sister. She had found out that he was too much to handle on her own and she needed some time between their lovemaking. She started to giggle as she thought of her petite mother and the massive Gavin. They would have the same difference in heights as the famous couple Hayden Panettiere and Wladimir Klitschko. Catherine looked over at Tiffany and as their eyes met Tiffany laughed and said, "Go Mom..." They all laughed and as they drove up to the Douglas mansion Gavin said, "Let me tell your mother that you know." \-- Inside, Abigail Douglas was beside herself. During the last couple of days she had pondered over her situation. At the age of 38, a happily married and faithful wife of twenty years, Abigail had succumbed to the charms of her daughters' handsome boyfriend. A mere touch by the young teen and she had melted in his hands, then was led by the devious young man to her marital bed where she got the fucking of her life. Abigail shuddered as she recalled how she had woken up soaked in her own juices and Gavin's cum. After she had taken a bath she realized that Gavin had left several love bites on her body, especially on her tender breasts. For the next couple of days Abigail's head ached and her heart pounded with stress. The terror of discovery roiled just below the surface. She knew she was an adulteress and her mind screamed at her that she should get herself together and never ever cheat on Clement again. She also felt self-loathing at the way her body responded when she thought of Gavin. Her nipples got hard and her vagina was moistening. For the first time she had even masturbated in the shower, while she thought of her daughter's muscular boyfriend. It didn't seem possible that her situation could get any worse. Her mind said "No" but her body screamed "Yes...Oh my God...Yes." Now she was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner for her husband and daughters. Once again Abigail felt guilty about having committed adultery and she might even have been impregnated because of her indiscretion. Standing at the sink, squeezing her thighs together, Abigail shivered at the feel of her vagina moistening and her knees felt weak when she thought about Gavin. Once again her body trumped her mind. Before she could get herself together Tiffany, Catherine and Gavin walked into the kitchen. "Hi Mom," Tiffany said with a smug smile. Abigail tried to play it cool and, standing by the sink, she said, "Hi girls and hi Gavin. Would you like to stay for dinner?" Seeing his mature lover Gavin walked towards her as he said, "Well thank you Mrs. Douglas. I would love to stay for dinner." Abigail looked over her shoulder and felt secure that her secret was safe. So she said, "It'll be an hour, so you can relax by the pool while I prepare the dinner." "I don't think I'm going to relax much," Gavin stated and continued, "Tiffany and Catherine will prepare the dinner, while I make love to you." Abigail gasped hearing this. She was shocked by Gavin's cheeky response. He had just ripped open her secret in front of her daughters. Before she could say or do anything she was pulled into Gavin's powerful arms and she looked up into his passionate blue eyes. Her pussy dampened with almost unbearable anticipation. Biting her lip, she tried to discourage her body from reacting so wantonly to her daughters' boyfriend. Her heartbeat hammered in her chest like a cornered quarry as Gavin pulled her into his embrace. Gavin's lips pressed against Abigail's, then covered her mouth with a demanding hunger. Instinctively, Abigail submitted to the forceful domination of his lips and returned his kiss with primal intensity. The spark of sexual chemistry between the couple ignited into a sensuous flame of desire. As the kiss grew more passionate Gavin's tongue penetrated Abigail's mouth and wrestled her tongue into submission. Gavin felt that he had Abigail where he wanted and he let his hand slide from her waist down to one of her tight buttocks. He squeezed it and felt Abigail's body melt into him. Her eager reaction excited him. "Get a room," Tiffany laughed in the background. Abigail tore her mouth from Gavin and began to struggle in his embrace as she looked at her smiling daughters. She blushed and whispered, "Please let me go, Gavin. I think we need to talk..." Gavin interrupted her pulling her even closer, "Not a chance Mrs. Douglas. I've told Tiffany and Catherine about us and they have agreed to share me with you. So they are going to make dinner, while you take care of my needs." "You both know? I don't know what to say," Abigail stammered but again she felt her body trump her mind. Her vagina had such an overwhelming need for Gavin that even her ovaries ached. Disregarding the consequences, she surrendered to her primal urge to breed and looked up at him. Gavin picked Abigail up in his arms and walked out of the kitchen and soon after they were alone in her bedroom. A call of encouragement came from Tiffany and Catherine as Gavin walked out of the kitchen. He looked down on Abigail trembling in his arms with her full breasts bouncing playfully in her tight light blue top. When he went into her bedroom he put her down and walked over to the window. He wanted to see how Abigail would handle the situation, now that her daughters were in on the secret. Abigail hesitated just inside the bedroom. The sensible part of her brain urged her to retreat and get out. Another sexual engagement with Gavin would complicate her status as a loving supporting wife and a pillar of society. If she once again let go, she knew there was no going back. If she decided to go forward, she knew she was letting Gavin take control of her life. It was a dangerous road to choose, yet she craved him. The yearning wet heat of her vagina revealed her physical need to copulate with the dominant teen jock. Abigail had never felt anything like this: her overwhelmingly aroused body clouded all rational thought. Carnal lust won out. She closed the bedroom door and leaned against it to regain her composure. Gavin was waiting by the window. His arms crossed patiently across his chest. When Abigail closed the door he knew he had won. He looked into her eyes and the sexual desire there revealed how much she wanted to fuck him. He decided to take the initiative and said, "Well Mrs. Douglas. Let us start with you taking of your clothes for me. I want to see your gorgeous body." Abigail's hands trembled as she unzipped her tight white skirt and let it drop to her feet. Pulling her light blue top over her head, she dropped it on the floor. Seeing the sexual hunger in Gavin's eyes made her more confident. Still she paused. "Don't stop. Strip for me Mrs. Douglas. Let me see those fantastic tits," Gavin demanded. Moving her hands behind her back Abigail unhooked her bra. Her full round pink capped breasts tumbled out as she let her bra fall. She watched as Gavin's gaze lingered over her bare breasts. She felt her nipples getting hard. Gavin's eyes then moved down her torso and zoomed in between Abigail's stocking-clad thighs to her white panties clinging to her wet vagina in an unmistakable camel-toe. "Fuck you're so hot Mrs. Douglas. And you can't hide it. You want me...you want me so bad. Come over here," Gavin commanded. Abigail took a big breath of air, which made her full breasts jiggle on her chest. Then slowly she walked towards her teen lover. She felt desired and oversexed as her big breasts jiggled with each step. She could feel her vagina getting more and more wet. She had never felt such raw sexual craving. Gavin was also really excited. He pulled Abigail into an embrace and kissed her ravenously. Reaching for one of her breasts, he cupped it and caressed her smooth, sensitive skin. He gently but firmly squeezed it. She had fuller and softer breasts than her daughters. Gavin was stirred up, but he realized it was by more than simply having sex with a beautiful woman. It was the excitement of knowing he was once again going to possess another man's wife, his enemy's spouse. Waves of pleasure raced up Abigail's spine as Gavin rolled her hard, but sensitive nipple with his thumb. When he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth she let out a huge moan. Abigail felt the way Gavin lashed her nipple with the tip of his tongue before capturing it between his lips. Unconsciously she arched her back as he sucked vigorously on her nipple, sending a surge of desire through her body. Running her petite hands through his short blond hair, she encouraged him to suckle. After some time Gavin lifted his head and looked down at Abigail. He moved his hands to her slender shoulders and gently pressed down. Abigail was so aroused she just dropped to her knees in front of him and rubbed the thick tube resting in his pants. "Take care of me baby," Gavin groaned. Abigail wasn't used to doing anything like this, but she decided it was time to go beyond her previous sexual boundaries. She tugged Gavin's zipper down and was amazed as his hard shaft sprang out, just inches from her face. Once again she was stunned by his size. It was so much bigger than Clement's tiny prick. Wrapping her fingers around his pole she was mesmerized by its sheer size, its shape, its thickness, its length. Tenderly she began to lick and suck on his cock. She felt it twitch and she continued to stroke it with her hands, while she had trouble getting the huge head into her mouth. Gavin loved that he had his enemy's wife on her knees worshipping his huge phallus with her sweet mouth. He knew she was quite inexperienced, so he didn't try to thrust into her mouth, but let Abigail maintain control. After some time Gavin helped Abigail back up onto her feet and spun her around. Instinctively, Abigail gripped the edge of the window bench to keep from falling. Gavin made Abigail bend forward and slid his finger up and down her panty covered slit. Huskily he said, "Your panties are soaked, Mrs. Douglas. It seems to me, you're a bitch in heat. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make you my bitch?" "Yes," Abigail whimpered. She was so hot and ready right now. "When I'm done with you, there will be no doubt that you belong to me. You'll not let anyone touch your body...not even your husband...only me," Gavin declared with absolute authority. He slid his foot between Abigail's feet and pushed them apart. He grabbed her thong and with a violent jerk he ripped them off. Casting the torn panties aside, he slapped Abigail's tight buttock. He loved the way her ass looked in her five inch high heels. Gavin got down onto his knees behind his enemy's wife and kissed her ass cheek. Deciding to mark her as his, he sucked a hickey on her tight buttock. Then he moved his mouth to her soaking wet pussy. Abigail moaned as Gavin teased her with a long lick along her swollen lips before circling her clit with his flickering tongue. His hands massaged her buttocks while his tongue worked its magic. Abigail was stirred up as Gavin teased her with his tongue and teeth. Using his teeth, he nipped one of her pussy lips and gently tugged it from side to side. Using his tongue like a probe he explored her sopping love canal. "Arrggggggggggggggggggg," Abigail screamed as Gavin feasted on her pussy. Using his tongue and fingers, Gavin explored and teased his mature lover. He sucked forcefully on her clit and Abigail groaned. Standing on her tip-toes, Abigail wildly bucked her ass with a rising wave of climax. She felt Gavin suck even harder on her clit. When he gently bit her clit it pushed her over and she shrieked as her body convulsed in an incredible orgasm. Gavin continued stimulating Abigail with his mouth and she came again and again. After some time he stopped and, standing up, he grasped his immense shaft and rubbed the huge head just inside Abigail's wet and swollen labia. He growled, "I can fuck you like you've never been fucked before Mrs. Douglas. I can give you orgasms like you've never experienced. But you have to ask me nicely." Abigail was in heat and she whimpered, "Please fuck me Gavin...please." Ignoring her request, Gavin continued to bait his girlfriends' mother by making small circles with his cock-head at the entrance of her pussy, coating it with her wet excitement. "Give it to me. I want you...I need you in me," Abigail begged in a hoarse voice. "Tell me you're my woman. That you're my bitch," Gavin roared. Lost in the passionate moment Abigail shrieked, "I'm your woman...I'm your bitch." Gavin bent his knees, and then with a vigorous thrust he was penetrating Abigail. Abigail squealed at the sudden penetration. It hurt, but from her previous time with Gavin she knew pain would soon be replaced by pleasure. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensation as Gavin slowly, but steadily buried his massive cock into her love canal. "You're pussy is so tight. Even tighter than your daughters'," growled Gavin as he paused, allowing Abigail to adjust to his large girth. "So big...so fucking unbelievably thick," Abigail whimpered as her vagina responded to Gavin's deep probing cock. Her swollen lips were stretched so tightly around his cock she could feel the blood pulsating in the big vein that ran along it. Gritting her teeth, she clutched the edge of the window bench so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she experienced another climax. Gavin pushed more and more of his cock into Abigail until he was hitting her cervix. Then he began moving up and down, in and out. With each upward thrust he practically lifted Abigail out of her high heels. Abigail was in sexual bliss and her body was quivering on Gavin's long thick shaft. Before she realized what was happening, Gavin had moved them over to her marital bed and Abigail was on her hands and knees as Gavin took her from behind. Now Gavin pounded his petite lover hard from behind. He fucked her so hard she groaned with every thrust. "Tell me you want me to breed you like a bitch in heat," Gavin roared. Abigail had never felt anything like this. She looked back at her mighty teen lover. She gave him a desperate look then she just gave in to his demand and hissed, "Breed me...make me pregnant." At that moment Abigail realized that she wasn't pretending. She wanted to have Gavin's child. It drove her completely wild. She exploded in a massive orgasm. It was the best orgasm of her entire life and she let out a huge scream. Gavin fucked Abigail hard through her orgasm, and she never stopped panting and moaning. She was clearly enjoying the hard fucking. Gavin hissed through clenched teeth to keep from busting his nut while Abigail's pussy constricted tightly around his shaft. Abigail felt like a wild beast, grunting and groaning as Gavin made her his bitch. Wantonly, she arched her back and pumped her hips backwards against each slow stab of his cock. Twisting and turning on Gavin's cock, she cried out as he sent his entire shaft completely inside her. Another gut-wrenching climax tore through her body and she howled as her whole body shook in orgasmic relief. After some time Gavin took the opportunity to flip Abigail onto her back. He dug his feet into the mattress. Using that extra leverage, he fucked Abigail even harder. He jack hammered her pussy, plunging deep inside her over and over like a battering ram. Abigail grabbed his arms to keep from getting fucked right through the bed to the floor, and her moans were continuous. Sweat soaked their bodies as they relentlessly fucked. Finally Gavin felt he was almost there. He was fighting off his own orgasm as Abigail's pussy violently convulsed around his cock. Then he was no longer able contain his natural urges and he fucked her like he was trying to pin her to the bed with his cock. His frantic pace drove waves of ecstasy throughout Abigail's body. Gavin pummelled her pussy with his massive pole. At last his monster cock disappeared completely into her pussy and with a huge roar he pumped powerful jets of cum into her fertile womb while Abigail wantonly sought to receive his potent seed. Abigail was astonished at the huge amount of sperm Gavin was pumping into her. She climaxed again as she felt his hot cum filling her pussy, its warm essence spreading through her body. This was the best sex she had ever experienced. She was more sexually satisfied than she had ever been in her life. She loved the feeling of being filled with Gavin's seed. It made her feel so receptive, so completely female and hopefully even pregnant. Gavin had collapsed on top of Abigail. They both panted heavily as they came down from their intense fucking. \-- Down in the kitchen Tiffany and Catherine had been preparing dinner. They were amazed by the sounds from their parents' bedroom. They knew how powerful Gavin was, but it became clear to them that he was giving their mother the fuck of a lifetime. They had never heard their sophisticated mother made sounds like those of the last hour. They were giggling when they noticed their father arriving. Hurriedly they made a plan. Tiffany would prevent their father from coming into the house for some time, while Catherine would run to the bedroom and warn Gavin and their mother. \-- When Catherine reached her parents' bedroom she was amazed by the sight that met her. The bodies of her mother and boyfriend were still entangled and she could hear the couple gasping for air. She knew, there was not a lot of time so she said, "Hurry...Get up. Dad has come home." Hearing this Gavin pulled his still hard cock out from Abigail's trembling pussy and got up on his knees. Both Catherine and her mother gasped at his actions: Catherine as she saw her lover's shiny hard cock and Abigail as she experienced a sudden emptiness. Gavin grinned and blinked at Catherine before he said, "Well we timed it right. We were just finished. Fuck, your mother has a tight sweet pussy. But babe I think you'll have to help your mother to get dressed because she looks utterly dazed." Catherine looked at her mother. She was still on her back, still panting. After the hard fucking, she looked like a rag doll tossed on the bed. Catherine hurried to the bed, while Gavin put on his own clothes. "Just put her in her top and skirt, don't bother with her underwear, there is no time," Gavin commanded. Catherine did as he told her and as she pulled the top over her mother's head, Abigail seemed to regain her senses. She stuttered, "What is going on? Why are you here Catherine?" "Dad's home. We'll have to get you ready to meet him. Now get up and put on your skirt, then go meet him while I change the bed linen and air out the room." Hearing this Abigail got up in a hurry and struggled to put on her skirt, while Catherine wiped her abused pussy with a towel to clean off Gavin's cum. "Hurry...Go meet dad, while Gavin and I clean up here," Catherine said as she pushed her mother out of the door, thankful her mother had kept her high-heels on during her lovemaking with Gavin. While Abigail hurried down the stairs, Gavin and Catherine changed the bed linen and aired out the room before they also went downstairs and into the kitchen. \-- Tiffany had succeeded in delaying her father, so he had no idea of what had just transpired in his own home. But Tiffany was at her wit's end until her mother walked into the kitchen. \-- As Abigail hurried down the stairs she had time to think about what had just happened. She shuddered as she thanked God her husband hadn't found her in bed with her daughters' boyfriend. Abigail trembled upon feeling her tender breasts jiggle under her top and her pussy was wet and messy, and then shuddered in horror upon feeling her young lover's sperm oozing out of her well-fucked vagina. "Oh, my God. How could I let such a thing happen? How could I be so careless?" Abigail asked herself while blinking back the tears that filled her eyes. Married for twenty years and faithful for all that time, to now let herself be seduced by a handsome young stud who was her daughters' boyfriend. Then she recalled the mind-shattering climax that Gavin had given her. Abigail shivered as she recalled the fantastic fucking that the handsome young stud had given her, surpassing anything she had ever experienced with Clement. Blinking back her tears Abigail realized it was not tears of shame: no the tears were a sign of her troubled emotions. She didn't want to give up her marriage, but she also didn't want to give up her powerful new lover. Gavin was very well endowed, far bigger than her husband where it counted and he certainly knew how to use it. Abigail shuddered as the soft material of her top grazed her now very raw and swollen nipples, causing her to recall the avid suckling Gavin had given them and how he had toyed with them, capturing each between his teeth. At the bottom of the stairs Abigail looked down herself to make sure that she was presentable. Then she walked into the kitchen. \-- "Hi honey," Abigail said as she walked into the kitchen. Clement turned around and looked at his wife of twenty years. He thought of her as one of his assets. In his mind Abigail was his, like he owned his car and had control over his firm. She was like a prized possession and he was boastful to his friends about seducing her in her teens. She would always look sophisticated and fashionable and yet today there was something different about her. He glanced at her, then shrugged his shoulders. She looked the same in a blue top and a white skirt. He had to admit to himself that his feelings towards his wife had become reserved. She was his, but nowadays he mainly liked to have her on his arm at social functions or to let her make some social contribution in the local society. He loved the fact, that his friends were envious of his marriage to Abigail, but he was not a passionate man. Over the past ten years he had become more and more passionate about accumulating a huge fortune, than about getting his rocks off. When he felt the need, which occurred seldom, he would satisfy them on one of his business trips. He had found that he liked young Chinese prostitutes more than his own wife. "Hello Abigail. When are we going to eat?" Clement asked. Abigail forced a smile and said, "Soon. We're just waiting for Catherine and Gavin." She walked over and greeted her husband with a kiss on his cheek. But in leaning in as that brief kiss took place, a droplet of the commingled love juices oozed out of her well-fucked vagina to drip right onto the top of her right foot. Abigail cringed in horror and quickly wiped the wet splotch away on her left calf. "What is Gavin doing here?" Clement asked. "Oh Daddy, he is Catherine's boyfriend," Tiffany laughingly interrupted. "Well I don't like him," Clement grumbled. He had yet to find a way to break up her youngest daughter's relationship with the trailer trash she thought she was in love with. But he just hadn't had time. And Abigail had assured him it would only take a couple of months before it would be over. So he decided to play along for the time being. "Now behave Clement. He makes Catherine happy," Abigail feigned joyously, starting to set the table. She feared her husband would pick up on the fake tone of her voice but he didn't seem to notice. He was busying himself with the news on the TV. \-- When Gavin and Catherine walked in the kitchen Gavin had noticed that Clement wasn't aware of the fucking his wife of twenty years just had received. Gavin almost laughed as he took in his girlfriends' mother. Abigail looked a little shaken, but still elegant. But if you took a closer look, you would notice that the material of the top, soft as it was, settled very closely over her breasts, beautifully moulding their sculptured, braless form. Catherine on the other hand had been busy. When she had dressed her mother, she had noticed several hickeys on her breasts. Some were on display above her top, so she had picked up a white scarf and had hurried over to her mother and wrapped it around her neck, whispering, "You'll have to be careful. Gavin has left some marks on you." Abigail had blushed but regained control of herself before Clement discovered anything. Gavin loved the way Abigail's breasts jostled about with each breath and he especially loved the way her nipples protruded under the blue top. Ten minutes later the Douglas family and Gavin were seated at the table. Clement was sitting at the head of the table flanked by Abigail and Catherine, while Tiffany sat beside her mother and Gavin sat beside Catherine. Gavin almost laughed as he watched his enemy enthroned at the head of the table. He had fucked all his women and he knew that it should have been he who was sitting at the head of the table. But he liked the fact that Clement was so oblivious to what had transpired in his family. At the table Clement looked over at Gavin with disapproval as he took a swig of his drink. He picked on Gavin from the start. "Don't you have food enough at your own house?" Clement sourly asked Gavin. Gavin wasn't bothered by his enemy's question. He had just spent the last hour fucking his wife and Clement Douglas didn't have a clue. "We have food Mr. Douglas, but I'll have to admit Mrs. Douglas can make anything taste delicious. I think a man could get addicted to the flavors she produces. At the same time sweet and salty," Gavin replied as he inclined towards Abigail. "Hmpfffff," Clement grumbled as Abigail and Catherine blushed and Tiffany grinned and winked at Gavin. Clement was unaware of this and continued his attack on Gavin. "There are some things we need to clear up now that you're dating my daughter." "I want you to know that I want to make Catherine happy," Gavin said and caressed Catherine's hand with his own. Clement sullenly watched Gavin's caress and said, "In my opinion you're out of your league. Catherine has my name and with that comes certain expectations. She has family obligations and I don't think you really fit into that picture." "I hear want you're saying Mr. Douglas, but I have to disagree. Right now I don't know where I fit in, but I feel like I have all the possibilities in the world." Gavin said in a soft tone. Clement shook his head angrily. "Do you know what I have built for my family? I've taken an old family company and made it a worldwide success. How would you measure up to that?" Gavin looked directly into his enemy's eyes and replied in a firm voice, "Well you're right, I've not been given a privileged opportunity like yours. My father is a worker, but that does not prevent me from having goals of my own. I intend to build an extraordinary future for myself and my loved ones. I've got several scholarships and I think life is about making the right choices." "Choices? Is Catherine a right choice for you? I'll warn you, I built all of this for my family. I didn't do it so a trailer trash son-in-law would have something to call his own someday." At this Catherine, Tiffany and Abigail started to say something but Gavin interrupted them in a frosty voice. "You'll stop this right now Douglas." He deliberately didn't use the civilized "Mr" and continued in a voice vibrating with anger, "I don't mind your belittling me in front of your family, but don't...don't ever talk about your daughter that way. I don't tolerate any man talking about Catherine that way. I'll take in account that you're her father, but be warned: if it had been any other man saying things like that, he would now be under the table picking up his teeth. I'm not after your daughter's money; I don't care about her money. So stop it right now." Clement Douglas was baffled by Gavin's response. He was used to trouncing almost everybody around him and now this teen was standing up to him. He was about to say something, then he noticed the white knuckles on Gavin's hands. He realized the muscular young man was enraged and decided to take a step back. "All right Gavin. I hear you and I was over the line. But I take care of my family and God knows, my daughters are a handful, always finding trouble. I can't help but think that if their mother hadn't been there to offer some guidance they might have done something regretful." "I know what you mean Mr. Douglas. In the time I've spent with the Douglas women I've learned that they can be more than a handful. I have realized it takes a man to handle them, so I can understand what you have to endure. I promise you, I'll do my very best to make sure all of the Douglas women know who's in charge," Gavin said with a smile and once again caressed Catherine's hand with his. At the same time he slipped his left foot over until it touched Tiffany's foot and his right foot over until it touched Abigail's. They both shot a glance at him, but he just continued smiling. During the rest of the dinner Catherine and Tiffany made sure the conversation was filled with small talk. Gavin continued playing footsie with Abigail and Tiffany throughout dinner and after some time the meal came to a close. Clement got up and said he had some business calls to make. Gavin also got up and walked over to Clement and held out his hand as he said, "I'm sorry if I spoke to harshly to you Mr. Douglas. But like you I'm protective around those I care about. And your family has shown me so much love, that I'm overwhelmed." Surprised by Gavin's actions Clement shook his hand and said, "It's alright Gavin. As Abigail tells me sometimes, I have to be open to new things." Gavin laughed as he shook his enemy's hand and said, "I think we both should listen to your wife and do as she says. She seems to know what is right." "Just so," Clement grumbled as he let go of Gavin's much larger hand and walked out of the kitchen. Gavin was silently laughing as he turned around and looked at his lovers. He didn't feel bad about what he had done to his enemy's family, and he didn't feel bad about what he was going to do. He couldn't feel anything but contempt for Clement Douglas...

Frank and Cheryl Ch. 01: Just Dinner?

If there was one thing Frank hated doing it was grocery shopping. As a divorced man in his mid-30s, he always battled with himself as he went through the store and he also always felt like people were watching him. He knew that was silly but it was still there. On the one hand he wanted to buy all the quick-to-prepare and easy to clean up foods, but on the other hand he tried to pay attention to how he fueled his body because he didn't want to waste his time investment at the gym. Inevitably he ended up with a happy mix of healthy and easy-fix food. As he reached the dairy aisle he saw a petite blond picking through the eggs and her shape caught his eye. Her jeans fit her very well and despite her small stature she was still very curvy. There was a distinct delicious appearing curve between her hips, her tiny waist and her shoulders. From the back he couldn't get an idea of her bust size, but the rest of it looked very sexy. While Frank was looking the woman turned around and before he realized she'd caught him staring, she definitely had. His eyes had been focused on her backside when she turned and he immediately scanned up to take in her chest and then he looked up further and met her eyes. For a moment he felt like he'd been caught with his hand in a cookie jar, but then he realized the woman looked familiar. This petite blond smiled a huge smile at him and her eyes twinkled... and then he realized why she looked familiar. Her name was Cheryl and she'd once dated a friend of a friend of his. That had been at least ten years earlier and he hadn't seen her in that time at all. He had only met her a few times and even then only when she was ever in her then-boyfriend's company. Having met her smiling eyes with his own, Frank walked over, doing his best to look casual, to say hi. When he got a few feet away he said, "Cheryl, right?" and put out his hand to be polite. "Right," she said, still grinning. "And you're Frank? Both in name and attitude?" She took his hand and hers felt very warm to him. Frank chuckled in response and nodded letting the chuckle flow out. "Wow... and you have a good memory too." Way back in the day, that ten years before, when he'd been introduced to her as Frank, he'd added, "both in name and attitude." She had remembered. He realized as he held her hand that her eyes were traveling his body just like his had hers, and the smile wasn't leaving her face. He knew she was no longer with the guy she'd been dating all those years ago, but back then he had been married. He also saw her checking his left hand, which was still holding his shopping cart handle. "So... no wedding ring." She looked up at him and asked the obvious question. "Pretending you're not married? Or really not married anymore?" "Not married anymore," he replied, his smile sagging only slightly. "Got divorced about five years ago." "Should I say I'm sorry to hear that?" she asked, her smile not shrinking at all. "No," he answered brightening his smile back up. "It was for the best and we're both far happier." "So..." she said with a long pause, "no girlfriend?" "Again..." Frank replied, mimicking her long pause, "nope. I date on occasion but I've been focusing on work, starting up a new business and just disconnecting when I can." "Sounds smart," she said, finally releasing his hand. "How about you?" he asked, almost feeling like he'd asked too quickly. "Boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband?" He paused and smiled big before adding, "Wife?" Cheryl laughed in reply but was shaking her head. "No... none of the above. Like you, I date on occasion but nothing steady and no commitments." Frank thought for a moment and decided to take that step. "It sounds to me like we ought to have dinner together then, don't you think?" "You think?" she asked, half sounding put off. Frank was unsure if she was being serious or if she was pulling his leg. He seemed to remember that she particularly enjoyed being a smart ass. "Yeah, I do think," he said with a smile. "The company would be good and I can promise you a good meal." "Oh, really," she said and was quiet for just a moment. "Sounds like a good idea." "Tonight?" Frank asked. "Pick you up at about seven if that works?" "Sounds perfect," she said and then reached into her purse to pull out her cell phone. "What's your number?" she asked. Frank answered as she typed and then felt his phone vibrate as her message came in. He had assumed she was texting him her address and he'd have her number. He pulled out his phone to check and saw his assumptions were correct. Quickly he texted back, "THANKS!" and then pocketed his phone. "See you at seven then," he said, still smiling and extending his hand again. "I look forward to it," she said, also still smiling, and ignoring his hand. She stepped in closer, put her hand on his hip and reached up to kiss him on the cheek. He bent down just enough to make it easy for her and felt his body warm as a flush ran through him at the touch of her lips. Cheryl turned around and began walking away, an obvious swish in her hips entertaining his view. She looked back and caught him watching her and smiled even bigger before turning to keep walking... adding even more sway to her hips. \- - - - - - - - Frank looked in the mirror, being a little self-critical as he examined his reflection. He'd shaved and showered having made sure that his private areas were properly trimmed or shaved as appropriate. He'd spritzed on just enough of his favorite cologne (Obsession) before pulling on a light blue oxford shirt over his favorite pair of freshly pressed khaki pants. His buff-shined black loafers matched his black alligator skin belt and he'd even gone so far as to make sure the shined brass belt buckle matched the metal highlights in his watchband. For 35 years old he was pretty fit. He ate relatively clean and his exercise regimen had him working out five days a week. Even on his two rest days he stretched and stayed active. His narrow waist accentuated his broad shoulders and he had shed enough body fat that his abs were visible... although not as sharply defined as some movie stars or athletes. Grabbing his wallet, pocket knife, keys and cell phone, he left his house, double checking that the garage door closed as he backed out of the driveway. The drive to Cheryl's was about 25 minutes and thanks to the wonders of modern technology, he pulled up right in front of her apartment building with a few minutes to spare. There was a convenient parking space close to the front and as he walked up the front walk he saw her coming down the stairs toward him. They met about halfway between the parking lot and the building and Frank was quite delighted when she stepped close to him to give him a hug hello. Before she'd gotten that close he'd visually enjoyed the comfortably fitting blue dress she had on. It was scoop necked, showing plenty of skin and stopped about mid-thigh. He realized that, even as small as she was, her legs were muscular and well-shaped. The short heels she had on helped with making hugs easier. As she hugged him he heard her breathing and felt her torso expand as he returned the hug, but when she stepped back he was surprised to hear her say, "Wow." He looked down at her with a questioning look she understood and immediately answered. "You're wearing Obsession..." she said. It was both a statement and a question. Frank simply nodded his confirmation. "My favorite cologne," she said before a smile spread across her face and a twinkle sparkled in her eyes. "It makes me think all kinds of things that are inappropriate for a first date." Franks gut lurched a bit at that. He didn't know how this first date was going to go, but he got that "let's have some fun" vibe off Cheryl. He didn't want to hold back and he didn't want to push too hard. How to respond to her statement? "Well," he replied, "if you start behaving inappropriately, unless you get us arrested, I promise not to complain." They had turned as they spoke and headed toward Frank's car. Not a new vehicle, it was a Dodge Charger that was a few years old but he felt it suited him. He opened Cheryl's door for her and enjoyed the view as she turned to sit in and then turned her legs, held primly together, in as well. He closed the door and went around to his side, sliding in easily, starting up backing out of the parking spot. "Any place particular you want to go for dinner?" Cheryl didn't hesitate at all in her reply. "I leave that up to you. I always assumed that any man asking me out on a date would plan the date, where we ate and all that." Frank absorbed that and nodded. "At the risk of sounding like an uptight parent or something, do you have any food allergies I ought to take into consideration?" "That is considerate of you," Cheryl said with a smile, reaching over to touch him on his thigh as she said so. "But no... I'm not allergic to anything at all." After having answered and patted his thigh as she did, she left her hand on his leg and he was very aware of it. Frank hoped she didn't notice the lurch it caused in his crotch. They were quiet for a few minutes as Frank considered reasonably local options for dinner and then realized that where he'd really like to take her was about a 45 minute drive away. "Are you hungry?" he asked, continuing before she could answer. "Where I'd like to take you is about 45 minutes away and that means we won't be eating for at least an hour... or I can find someplace closer if you'd prefer." "Whatever you want," Cheryl replied, squeezing his leg as she said 'you' as if to emphasize it was all up to him. "I'm hungry but not yet starving." She chuckled and then added, "But you probably don't want to see me hangry." Frank said, "I'll keep that in mind when you mention wanting to eat," as he turned to head toward the water. Where Cheryl lived was about a half hour drive from the coast and Frank had decided on a nice upper end seafood place. The drive was mostly state highway but there were some smaller back community roads as they got closer. The drive was passed with small talk type chit chat about her work (she was a program manager for a government contractor) and his work (organizational training for various leadership groups) as well as his new start up that focused on motivational speaking. When he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, Cheryl smiled big and said, "Oh, perfect. I've never been here before but I've heard so many good things about this place." "They're all true," Frank assured her. "I don't get to eat here often," he added, "but I've never been disappointed." He was pleased to see that she waited, after he'd parked, for him to come around and open her door. Many women seemed put off by what he'd been raised to view as gentlemanly behavior, but Cheryl seemed to either appreciate it or take it in stride. He did his best not to ogle the exposed skin as she got out, but he couldn't help appreciating her legs and the very brief view down the front of her dress. As near as he could tell, she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she stepped in front of him toward the restaurant he realized he didn't see any panty lines either. Those thoughts caused another lurch in his groin but he locked that away as best he could and focused on being a friendly gentleman. The place wasn't busy and they were seated quickly. Cheryl ordered a margarita while Frank stuck with a beer and promised himself it would be his only adult beverage for the evening. They shared a shrimp appetizer before ordering their entrees. She ordered a medium rare small steak while Frank decided on a grilled chicken Caesar salad. After the server had walked away Cheryl smiled and seemed to tease Frank. "Do you always eat so healthy? Or are you sticking to lighter fare thinking you may not want a lot in your stomach later?" Frank pondered that for a just a moment, half wanting to answer honestly (he had been trying to focus on eating healthy) and half wanting to comment on how he definitely didn't want to upset his stomach later if he was involved in any strenuous activity. Instead of either he shot back, "Do you always eat meat? Or are your carnal appetites just taking over for the evening?" "Touché!" Cheryl giggled and then replied, "I always eat meat when it's available." She momentarily took in the shock on Frank's face before she saw his smile spread and then she said, "Okay... now you answer my question." Frank paused only a moment before replaying, "I have been making a focus on healthier eating lately, but this evening it was an easy choice to make sure I don't have anything heavy on my stomach." Cheryl's eyes twinkled full of deviousness as she asked, "Yeah? Why is that?" Frank appraised her carefully. Her smile. Her eyes. Her body language. He wasn't sure she was offering herself to him, but she certainly was up on the innuendo filled conversation and wasn't offended in the least by any suggestive comments he might make. He chose his words carefully but let go of any concern over offending her. "Any man lucky enough to go on a date with you would be a fool if he wasn't hoping to enjoy you in every way as desert." Cheryl was quiet for a moment, looking in his eyes and considering his words before she took a sip of her margarita and then spoke. "So you're hoping you get to have me for desert later?" Frank didn't pause at all before answering and made sure he looked her directly in the eye as he did so. "Honestly, yes." Cheryl seemed to look at him in a new way, appraising all of him that she could see and meeting his steady gaze before making any reply. After another sip of her drink she finally said, "We'll see," and then changed the topic to something trivial in the current events venue. Frank took that in stride and let her guide him away from the sex-focused conversation. The idea of enjoying her never strayed far from his mind, but he moved it into the background so he could focus on the conversation she'd chosen. Their meals came out and they enjoyed them leisurely, the conversation revolving around the challenges they faced at their respective jobs, some travel locations they'd both enjoyed - and hoped to again - and different aspects of their physical fitness regimens. Frank had politely commented on her obvious fitness level and asked about her program focus. That had opened an entire conversation about nutrition, calorie maintenance, muscle growth for someone as petite as she and more. Frank was just thinking about how much he'd enjoyed both the meal and conversation when the server came to clear their table. "Did we save any room for desert?" the server asked, just like they all do. Cheryl looked Frank right in the eye and said, "Oh, I definitely have room for desert but I think I want to get it somewhere else." Frank looked up at the server and said, "Thank you but no desert for us here. I just need the check please." While the server was gone Cheryl again held Frank's steady gaze and asked, "So, do you walk the walk or are you just talk?" Surprised by how bold she was, Frank asked, "Was that a challenge?" Cheryl just smiled and shrugged in return. Holding her eyes Frank said, "I'm not just talk. The only question is where you want to enjoy desert." "My place," replied Cheryl just as the server put the check down on the table. Frank didn't even look at it as he put his credit card into the check folder and handed it back to the server. Neither of them spoke another word as they waited for the server to bring it back for Frank's signature. He added a respectable tip, signed and put away his copy of the receipt and his credit card. Standing, he offered Cheryl his hand and she took it as she stood and they headed out of the restaurant. At his car he once again opened her door for her and held it as she got in. He was very aware of the bulge in his pants as he walked around to the driver's side and got in as carefully as he could so as not to cause himself any discomfort. Starting the car he backed out of the space and drove slowly out of the lot. Once he was on the road he looked over at her as traffic circumstances permitted and said, "I'm only going to ask this once because I don't want to harp and I definitely don't want to come across as a schmuck. But I am a gentleman and I feel compelled." He saw her nod at his statement and he continued. "Are you sure this is what you want? You don't owe me anything and I don't expect anything. I've enjoyed your company." She was quiet for only a moment, smiling at him the entire time before she said, "I am very sure this is what I want and I deeply appreciate that you'd double check." It was Frank's turn to nod before gasping as he felt her hand on his growing erection through his khakis. "Now," Cheryl said sounding devilish, "if I suck on this while you drive, can you keep from cumming before we get to my place?" "I'm not sure," he replied as he felt her hands begin to work at his belt and zipper. "If not," Cheryl seemed to purr, "how fast can you recover?" "Fast enough," Frank replied with a somewhat proud grin. "Good," was the last thing she said before she turned in her seat and dropped her head to his lap. She had carefully extracted his throbbing erection from his pants and was carefully holding / stroking it with her hand as she held the swollen knob of his cockhead between her lips and he could feel her tongue swirling around it. It was only then that he realized, in some dark recess of his mind, that she'd never even put on her seatbelt. Had this been her intention when they got in the car? He decided it didn't matter and that he'd better focus on his driving. It was going to be difficult enough with the distraction of delight her hand and mouth were providing to his manhood, but since she wasn't wearing a seatbelt he wanted to be extra cautious. As it turned out, Cheryl proved to be a master of reading him and his body. Each time he got anywhere close to cumming she'd back off, popping his length out of her mouth to lightly lick the shaft, holding it firmly at the base and not stroking until he was in no danger of cumming. He wondered if she realized that the end result would be a much larger load of ejaculate when he finally did cum later, but he truthfully didn't care. When he got to the street her apartment complex was on, he said, "We're almost there." Cheryl popped off his cock, wiped a small line of spit from her chin as she did so, and left him to put everything back together after he'd parked. Frank thought she'd wait for him to come open her door based on her earlier behavior, but this seemed to be a different Cheryl now. As he was putting his cock back into his pants and trying to get the zipper up, she was already opening her door. He got his belt together and hopped out, locking the door as he went and trying to catch up to her as she went up the walkway. She already had her key in hand as she reached her apartment door and he was right behind her, his hands on her hips and his cock still throbbing with every beat of his heart. He wanted to be buried inside her so bad it almost hurt. With the door open, she stepped in far enough for him to get in behind her, and then the door fell shut. Cheryl turned and pushed him against it, crushing her mouth against his in a kiss that was as aggressive as it was passionate. He was vaguely aware of her locking the deadbolt on the door with one hand as her other hand snaked behind his neck and held him for this kiss. For his part, his left hand wrapped around her waist to pull her close, sure she could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against her belly, while his right hand reached down to cup and caress what proved to be a nicely curved, very firm ass... especially for a woman so petite. At the feeling of Frank's hand squeezing a handful of her ass, Cheryl moaned into his mouth and arched her back. The result was that her belly pressed harder against his erection while her ass pushed back into his hand. Both actions and the sensations that accompanied them fed their passion and the kiss grew even more passionate. Frank realized he had been right earlier about not seeing any panty lines and reached up under Cheryl's dress, pulling the hemline up to her waist, and feeling her naked flesh in his hand. Cheryl backed away from him slightly and, at first, he thought he'd done something wrong, but she never broke their kiss and continued to hold onto his neck. She'd merely made room to reach between them, once again working to get his belt open, his zipper down and his erection freed from confinement. It proved to be a job that was going to take both her hands and as she dropped her hand from his neck down toward his crotch, he broke their kiss to say, "Wait..." Cheryl looked up at him in question but immediately understood as he grasped the hem of her dress with both hands and began lifting. She raised her arms and he lifted her dress up off over her head. Naked before his gaze, she smiled as she met his eyes and then dropped to her knees and kept working to get his cock free. She succeeded while he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, throwing it in the same direction he had her dress, not caring where either had landed. He was trying to step out of his shoes when he felt her mouth engulf his cock again at almost exactly the same time he felt her hand cupping his full balls. With his pants around his ankles and Cheryl with a mouthful of his manhood on her knees in front of him, Frank just let his hands drop to interlace in her short hair while he leaned back against the door and enjoyed the pleasure she was providing. As she was building him toward orgasm again he realized he hadn't even touched her pussy yet and he suddenly had a strong desire to taste her. Pulling her up off his cock by her hair, gently but firmly, he kissed her spit and precum smeared mouth before saying, "My turn to taste you," and then asked, "Where?" With a big smile, Cheryl took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom. Once there she never slowed down, climbing onto her king size bed and getting on all fours before looking over her shoulder at him. "Like this?" she asked. "Or would you prefer me on my back? Or straddling you?" "Lay down," Frank replied. "Spread for me." Cheryl quickly complied, turning over and laying down, pulling her legs apart and opening her sex to his view. Frank knelt beside the bed, taking in the sight of her hairless pussy with the shine of her juices clearly visible between her labia. Taking a thigh in either hand, Frank hungrily lowered his mouth to her sex and never hesitated as he swiped his tongue the length of her, from the puckered rosebud of her backdoor up her slit, delving into her wetness and continuing up across her clit. Cheryl's body reacted to the stimulation, her hips jerking as his tongue touched her and bucking as it traveled. An almost painful sounding moan escaped her as he swiped across her clit but then her hands clamped onto his head, pulling him harder against and into her sex. For the next several minutes Frank alternated teasing every bit of her pussy with licking and sucking on her very erect and sensitive clit. With his hands wrapped under her spread thighs, holding her hips and ass cheeks, he pulled her body up and down in time with the movements of his mouth, delighted with how easy it was to manipulate her given her small stature. Very quickly he realized that she was trying to move to keep his tongue on her clit and he knew she was close to orgasm... wanting it badly. He didn't want to deny her, but on the other hand he did want to give her the strong build up caused by teasing, just as she had done to him in the car on the way back from the restaurant. He heard her moan in frustration as he moved his mouth away from her clit, dipped his chin and began stretching his tongue as far into her wet pussy as he could. She tasted quite delicious, mostly sweet with a very slight tinge of tangy and her juices were thick like melting honey. Slowly but hungrily he tongue-fucked her, waiting as her desperation seemed to recede just a little, and then moving his tongue back up to her clit. He sucked the small bud between his lips and began to lash it with his tongue, accompanying the overwhelming stimulation with the penetration of a finger as he pushed it into her wetness. The reaction from Cheryl's body surprised Frank. It was if an electric charge was being passed through her body and it convulsed in response. Her head fell back as her shoulders pressed into the bed, her heels doing the same, while her pelvis thrust up against his mouth. He could feel one hand on her head pulling her mouth harder against her sex while the other hand seemed to want to push him away. With one hand Frank held onto her, holding his mouth against her clit, lashing it mercilessly with his tongue while he pushed his finger back and forth into her wetness. He couldn't really tell when her orgasm started or stopped but her body finally collapsed back against the bed and she seemed to go limp under his attentions. When he felt her body slack, he eased off, taking his mouth from her sex but maintaining the finger inside her now sopping pussy, gently and slowly easing it back and forth, more to keep her aware that she had a partner in bed with her than anything else. As Cheryl's breathing started to return to normal he felt her hands work in unison, grabbing his head and pulling him up her body. Frank didn't think it was possible but he felt her legs spread farther as she pulled his mouth to hers, holding his face in her hands. Her tongue stretched out to his mouth, not only teasing his tongue but also moving to lick and taste her own juices off his lips. She smiled at the look on his face when he realized she wasn't kissing him, but was holding his mouth in place so she could enjoy the flavor of her pussy off his lips and chin. In between the licks she quietly said, "Fuck me." He heard it once but didn't respond and then heard her say it more forcefully. "Fuck me!" Frank was already in position and he could feel the precum dripping from the swollen knob of his cockhead. "Condom?" he asked. Cheryl's response was the most firm and demanding yet. "FUCK ME!" Reaching down with one hand, holding himself above her with the other, Frank teased his manhood up and down her slit a few times before lining up with her drenched opening and pressing himself into her. Once again her hips lifted off the bed, her pussy seeming to suck in his length as he continued to push into her. Some small part of his mind wondered about the relationship between a woman's height and her lover's cock size, but now wasn't the time to think about that. He certainly had no worries. He had planned to take his time sinking fully into her, but between his forward push and the upward thrusts of her hips, he was balls deep in just a few moments. Together they seemed to force the union of their bodies to completion, her pushing up against him and he pushing down into her. For several long moments they held this grinding, pushing pressure, both reveling in the pleasures provided. Frank couldn't believe how wet and slick she was, feeling tight but welcoming and totally relaxed at the same time. The naked flesh of her pussy lips against and around his manhood and groin was enjoyable. Cheryl enjoyed how he filled her, his cock just long enough to stretch her depths but not long enough to hurt; his girth enough for her to feel the stretch of her pussy opening but not so much it took time to get used to. For her it was nearly the perfect cock: maximum immediately comfortable length and thickness. Frank looked down at Cheryl to see her head relaxed back and her eyes closed, seemingly focused wholly on the sensations her pussy was enjoying. He pulled back about half his length and then thrust forward again to complete penetration. Cheryl's body moved with his and together they found a rhythm that maximized their pleasure. One of her hands found a breast and nipple, cupping, pinching and pulling as Frank watched her add to her own pleasure. Her other hand was on him... at his hip... sometimes on his ass... caressing, holding or pulling. He was holding himself above her, with his hands on either side of her rib cage, none of his weight on her except where it pressed through his erect length and into her sexual center. They moved together at a varying pace, but never what anyone would call hard fucking; the strokes and motions were more forced slowness focusing on every sensation the slow movement and friction together could provide. When Frank's shoulders began to get tired, he moved his weight back and pulled his knees up so he was kneeling between her spread thighs, his length still anchored in her. Reaching beside him, he grasped each of her legs under knee and pulled them up but not far apart. He held them just firm enough to keep her body in place as he began to thrust back and forth, giving her full strokes from balls deep to having only the head of his cock still inside her and then back in balls deep. The angle had changed how his manhood felt inside her and she could feel him rubbing against her g-spot. Her one hand continued to work her breast and nipple while she moved the other between her thighs. Frank watched as her fingers went to work on her clit, rubbing it gently in small circles, and he realized she'd found a rhythm for her fingers too: two swirls around for each stroke of his length in and out. It didn't take long for Cheryl to feel another orgasm building within her and Frank saw her fingers speed up as she got closer. He was careful not to change the speed of his thrusting, maintaining the stimulation his length provided for her pleasure. When her orgasm finally washed through her it was just like her first one: her head flew back into the bed and her hips thrust up. He held onto her hips and kept pumping even as her body seemed to convulse in overwhelming pleasure. Her fingers were a blur on her clit and never slowed down while it seemed like she was holding her breath and her face turned bright red. Frank realized that she wasn't holding her breath... she was just so seized with the throws of her orgasm that she couldn't breathe. Finally she went limp again, her body dropping to the bed and her arms falling to her sides. Her ribcage expanded as she took in deep gulps of air, catching her breath and recovering. Some of the red coloring drained from her face and her eyes, which had been clenched shut tight, relaxed... and then opened. A smile spread across her face as she looked up at him. He didn't say a word but remained motionless, his cock about halfway into her and his hands softly caressing her legs and hips. Looking up at him Cheryl said, "Why don't you lay down..." and he wasn't about to argue. Slowly pulling the rest of his cream-covered cock from within her, Frank moved over slightly and laid down next to her. From beside him, she turned her head to look over, meeting his eyes and smiling before she sat up. He expected her to throw a leg over to straddle him but she surprised him by lowering her head to his length. As her hand grasped the base of his erection and her mouth sucked in his length, Frank idly tried to remember any woman he'd been with previously who seemed to enjoy the taste of her own pussy this much. He couldn't remember one and he found it highly erotic. Frank looked down to see her looking up at him, her mouth fully engulfing his length as her hand seemingly somehow cupped and massaged his balls while holding the base of his dick at the same time. He could feel her tongue working as she sucked up and down his length and he realized she seemed to be sucking her pussy juice off him but also somehow replacing it with saliva. His dick was wetter and slicker if anything, but the white creamy was gone. Looking in his eyes, Cheryl sucked hard as she popped her mouth off his cock, smiling at him as she held onto the base of his length, moving up on him... straddling him... holding his cock to line up with her pussy and then sitting down on him, her eyes never leaving his as she moved. She sat down fully on his length, grinding her hips down and around, forcing the complete penetration of his length much as they had done together when he had first entered her. With her eyes locked on his, and bracing her hands on his chest, she began to rock up and down with a mix of back and forth, her pussy feeling like it was squeezing him with every stroke. It felt heavenly and her pace was just slow enough to keep him from building toward orgasm. If she'd ride just a little faster he thought... At first Frank was sure she was using her pussy to pleasure him, milking him toward orgasm, but soon he realized it was the exact opposite. She'd already enjoyed two orgasms and she was using his cock; riding him like he was some kind of live dildo; using his length to pleasure her pussy. He wasn't about to complain and decided to add more to her pleasure. He had discovered how much he liked seeing and feeling her climax and he looked forward to seeing it again, not to mention that feeling it was a delight as well. To add to her pleasure he reached up and cupped both her small tits, his hands easily surrounding them, caressing, squeezing and working so that on every squeeze he ended with his fingers pinching her nipples, pulling on them, releasing them after a slight twist. Her eyes closed and the look on her face told him that her pleasure was mixed with just the right level of pain... or not pain as much as close to an overload of pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure can get intolerable and he wanted to push her right to that edge, but not over. The speed of her motions never changed but the strength she put into them did as she built herself to another orgasm; that pleasure seeming to be the entire focus of her existence in that moment. It didn't take long and as she got closer Frank made it a point to pinch her nipples just that much harder; pull them just that much farther; twist them just that little bit more. The combined sensations proved to be enough as her body arched and convulsed through another orgasm, this time not falling back but straining up as if she was trying to lengthen herself from hips to shoulders. He could feel her pussy spasming around his length and the wetness flow from her. As her orgasm peaked and she keened, he pinched and held her nipples, steadily pulling and twisting them but not releasing them until he sensed that the peak of her orgasm had passed. And then she did fall back off of him... collapsing onto her back, her legs still spread, his cock popping out of her as she fell, standing tall and waiving as he looked down past it to see her. His cock was cream covered once again and bouncing with every beat of his heart, his own precum drooling down from the head and mixing with her whitish cream. After about half a minute he heard her say, "Oh my god..." but nothing more. After maybe another half minute he felt her move and soon her face was over his, leaning down to kiss him, sucking his tongue, expressing the passion she was still feeling now that she'd recovered from another intense orgasm. Looking down at him, with her hand on his chest, she said, "Come get behind me. It's your turn." Moving away from him, she positioned herself on her elbows and knees, her back arched and her well-fucked pussy pointed up and open for his use. Getting behind her, he spread his knees to adjust the height of his cock so he could line up properly and slowly slid into her. With just a few inches of his length once again in her wetness he grabbed her hips and held her firmly, pulling her back against him as he thrust forward into her. He attained full penetration easily and he would have sworn he felt his cockhead banging her cervix as he did so. If he was right, she didn't seem to care, as she forced her hips back against him hard and then bounced almost off his length before forcing herself back again. Looking back over her shoulder as best she could, "Come on... no more slow and easy... fuck me... pound me... just fuck me as hard and fast as you want until you get yours." With that, she lowered her head to the bed and moaned as he fucked her. Her pussy felt delightful as he did as she'd encouraged him, holding her hips and just fucking her hard and deep at a pace optimized to get his orgasm. Her moans told him she was enjoying the fuck and something about the way she just surrendered up her pussy for his use turned him on. Keeping one hand on her hip to hold and pull on her in time with his thrusts, he wet his other thumb with spit and put it between the spread cheeks of her ass to roll across her puckered rosebud. That brought a whole new response from her as she bucked back against the invading digit, seeming to enjoy that at a whole new level. Frank wondered if there was anything she didn't like as he continued to pummel her petite frame, cock first and hips pounding. It didn't take much longer for him to feel the cum boiling in his balls and still aware of the reality of a first fuck session he managed to moan out, "I'm going to cum," slowing just slightly to hold off while he waited to see what her reaction would be. "Do it," Cheryl said, thrusting her hips back at him hard. "Get it," she said. "Cum hard!" Her response assured Frank that he was free to cum inside her and he had every intention of doing exactly that. Pushing his thumb knuckle deep in her tight backdoor, he resumed his hard fast fucking of her pussy, pounding into her and reveling in the sensation of her drenched fucked-open pussy accepting his length freely. And then he was in that moment where the universe seems to resolve into pure existence behind his balls, vision blurs or goes black and his breathing stopped, only to start in time again with the cramped pulsing sensations that spat thick ropes of hot cum into Cheryl, scalding the walls of her pussy and eliciting more hot moans from her. He wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted but heaven seemed within sight as he managed to move in short strokes within her, the squishy sounds of their mixed wetness making him aware of how quiet he had been while he came and how quiet she had become now that he'd filled her. Frank didn't pull out but he heard the plop of his cock coming out of her pussy as she relaxed forward, collapsing onto the bed. He sat back on his heels, looking down at her body, seeing his cum running out from between her swollen and red looking pussy lips. Looking closer he saw his own wilting cock, covered in a mixture of their cream, slowly softening after a generous evening of use. "Thank you," he said quietly as he continued to enjoy the view of her used body. Cheryl didn't reply but pushed back up onto her knees and then turned around to face him. Still on her hands and knees she kissed him... a passionate, tongue filled, sucking, tasting kind of kiss... and then said, "Thank you, too." Before he could say anything he was surprised as she dropped her head and positioned herself so she could take his now limp cock in her mouth, sucking and licking off their combined juices. She still had some in her mouth when she moved back up to kiss him again. He could taste her on her own mouth and what he assumed was the taste of his cum as well; it wasn't something he had previously tasted. When she broke the kiss she said she needed a shower to clean up and asked him if he'd care to join her. Frank was more than willing and very eager to join this energetic sex hungry woman in her shower. It was another couple hours later before he was kissing her goodnight and asking her when she'd like to have dinner again. Her answer as she gently squeezed his crotch through his khakis, while she stood totally naked in her apartment doorway, was, "Call me tomorrow and we'll figure it out."

Matt's Accident Changed Everything Ch. 02 - Final

"Hello?" "Jill, it's Dana. How's Matt doing?" "He seems to be doing better. He's stayed locked in his room since last night though. But if I'm being honest, I've been locked in my room since last night too." We both started laughing. "I was going to ask you about that." She sounded...different. "Anyway, would you mind if I come over? I wanted to see how Matt was progressing, but also wanted to talk to you about something else. By the way, how many times have you changed the batteries?" She giggled and said "Once" "I'll be over in a few minutes. If that's alright?" "Yes. I want to continue what we were discussing yesterday afternoon. I have more questions." "Certainly, dear. I have a few things I want to talk with you about too." ... Jill opened the door. While she always looked young and beautiful, she was glowing. "You look great Jill! You look so relaxed!" She smiled and nodded. "I had no idea how good that could feel. I'm a little numb down there now though." We both laughed. "So, are you still okay with what I have planned for Matt?" She nodded. "Yes. After yesterday, even I learned so much. From putting on that condom to seeing Bonnie's cervix? If you would teach him, I'd be grateful. I feel bad for the way he's grown up and I should have moved out with him long before now. He's been sheltered his whole life and I'm responsible. I do want him to learn though. As crazy as this sounds, the more I've thought about it, the more it does make sense for him. He has no experience and wouldn't really know what to do. Will you still do it for him?" "Of course, I will. I'm going to go back and talk to him about it now. But I may do more than that." Her eyes lit up. "Depending on how he's feeling, that is. Are you sure? We can't undo this if I check on him." She nodded again. Her hand moved down to her pussy. I could tell the thought was turning her on. "When I'm finished, you and I will go back over to my house and talk about this week. Since he's out of school, I was thinking about taking him to the cabin for the week. The doctor I work for closes the office for this week for his staff so they can spend time with family. I had planned on going to the cabin for the week anyway, that is if that's alright?" She nodded. "We can discuss that later. But there's something else I wanted to talk with you about when we go back over to my house." "What is it?" "You'll have to wait. It shouldn't take long with Matt. At least not this time." I winked and started walking down the hall. I turned back and asked, "Do you want to come in with me? I was going to look at him again and then talk to him about this week. If he gets hard, and I'm sure he will, I was going to get him off with my hand. Since you aren't that experienced, you may learn something if you want to watch? "I can't believe I'm saying this, he's my son, but I would like to watch. Do you think he will mind?" "I have my ways. Once I get started, he won't even know you are there." I smiled as we both walked to his room. I knocked on the door. "Matt? May we come in?" "Yes." "How are we doing today?" He was sitting in bed, playing a video game. "I'm better. I stopped using the ice and don't hurt there anymore. And the other is healed up too." He looked down and smiled. He put his controller down as I sat on his bed beside him. "May I a look?" His eyes lit up, then he looked over at Jill. "She saw you yesterday, remember?" He shook his head 'yes' as he pulled his shorts down. "It does look better. The swelling is gone and your penis looks so much better." I felt around his testicles and he didn't flinch. His cock started to harden though. Which was what I wanted. "You want to lay back while I examine you?" He did. All boys like being touched down there. I felt around, touching not only his testicles, but the entire area. I did it in a non-clinical way. He responded as I wanted and was hard as a rock when I finished my 'exam'. "Matt, do you have any questions about yesterday?" I began lightly stroking his cock with my right hand, while lightly teasing his balls with my left hand. I leaned over, giving him a look at my tits down my dress. "Y-y-yes" I kept my manipulation of him and asked what he wanted to talk about. His eyes never left looking down my dress. "Your friend. Bonnie. Are most girls like that? I mean, the way she had an orgasm. Do all girls do that?" He was moaning to my touch and could tell he wouldn't last long if I kept stroking him this way. This first time anyway. "That depends, Matt. The more in tune with your body, the more you know how it responds to stimulation. She was already turned on when you started, but yes, you can do that to girls your age once they get turned on. The secret is taking the time to get them turned on. Most boys your age want to get right to the act. Men too. They have no idea how to get a girl that turned on. Not to that level anyway." He began moaning as I continued stroking his hard cock. I slowed down the pace as I continued, "Another thing guys can do is after they've shot their load is to use their fingers or tongue on the clitoris. It feels unbelievable and a way to keep sex going after the guy climaxes." I looked at Jill, who was intently watching my slow stroking of her son's cock. I picked up the pace and his breathing began to quicken. He was getting close. "If you don't slow down I'm going to" "Going to what, Matt?" I increased the speed and gripped his cock harder. "I'm going to, to...uuuhhhhhhh!" His face turned red as he shot four spurts. I aimed his cock towards his head. By the time he finished, his shirt was covered. He even gave himself a pearl necklace. Jill's mouth was open in amazement. I let him relax as I continued stroking his softening cock. "Why don't you pull your shirt off and let's clean you up a little." He sat up and took off his shirt. I wiped the rest of his cum off his pelvic area and wiped his neck. I tossed his shirt in the floor and looked him in the eyes as he lay in bed completely naked. Jill looking on. "Matt, I want to talk with you about something else. What I'm going to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I can assure you I'm being serious with what I'm about to say." He nodded as he lay back on the bed. I reached down and began lightly stroking his soft cock again. He'd forgotten Jill was even there as he was still staring down my dress. "Speaking of Bonnie. When our sons were your age they were both already sexually active. But they didn't know what they were doing and I felt bad for the girls they were with. Well, we came up with a plan to teach each other's son about women. And it was a lot more than the modeling and demonstration yesterday and what I just did for you." He had a blank stare. Like he comprehended what I was saying, but not believing I was saying it. "Matt? Jill and I have already talked about this. You are an adult now and this is entirely up to you. But, would you like for me to teach you how to have great sex with a woman?" Silence. His mouth and eyes were wide open but he couldn't speak. His cock started to harden, so I asked again, "Matt?" He nodded. After a moment, his voice finally returned. "Um, how? I-I-I" I cut him off. "Well, you are out of school next week, right?" He nodded. "What if I take you up to my cabin for the week? You could experience walking around naked in the woods, which is a freeing experience itself, but also in front of other people. Men and women. There are two pools and if you've never swam naked, you're going to love it. You will quickly lose your silly modesty and become comfortable with your body and most importantly, your penis. But when we go back inside my cabin, I'll teach you how to love a woman. What you did for Bonnie yesterday is just the tip of the iceberg. When you go back to school next Monday, you will be a different person. That is, if you don't mind being taught by an older woman?" He was shocked. "Are you-you-you being serious?" He had a huge grin and he looked like a kid at Christmas as he looked back at Jill, suddenly realizing she was still in the room. He looked back down at my hand stroking his hardening cock. Instead of answering, I stood and removed my dress, giving him an unobstructed view of my tits. I was turned on by watching him climax and thinking about how much fun it is going to be to teach him the ways to be with a woman. Hell, I've been wet for two days. He kept staring at my tits as I moved my hands to my panties and removed them. I was drenched. My pussy was leaking at the thought of this young, hard cock. I wiped myself with my panties and held them up for Matt to see. They were covered in my thick, clear nectar. I put them to his nose as he took in my scent. I looked down and his cock was sticking straight up, still glistening with some of his cum from before. He was again paying no attention to Jill sitting in the chair at the end of his bed. Handing him my panties, "You can keep these for later." I tossed them on his face. He started sniffing them as I leaned over and took him into my mouth. Given his size, I took him all the way in and back up, adding sucking pressure when I got to the head of his cock. It made a 'pop' sound as it exited my mouth. I then made eye contact as I straddled him. He broke contact, looking down as I guided his cock into me. Once he was in, I sat directly on top of him. I knew if I laid on him and fucked him in that position, he would slip out due to his smaller size. Instead, I stayed in the sitting position and began rocking back and forth. I then grabbed his hands and guided them to my tits. "Don't squeeze too hard. Just lightly knead them like Bonnie was doing yesterday. My nipples are sensitive, but you can lightly pinch them if you want. NO, too much. Lighter. Yes, that's it, like that." I rode him for a few minutes, giving him instruction on how to touch my breasts and rub my hips while I rubbed back and forth on his cock. But, I was ready for a climax. I guided his finger and began rubbing my clit as I continued to ride him. I'd been turned on for over a day now and I knew it wouldn't take long. Sure enough, a minute of rubbing and I felt the inevitable coming. I tossed my head back and moaned loudly as I came. My pussy was contracting around his cock when I did so. Just like with Bonnie, my orgasm sent him over the edge. I felt cock throbbing as he unloaded inside me. I stayed on top of him until I knew he was done. Then, I leaned forward to give him a kiss. When I did, his cock slipped out and I felt a stream of his cum flow from me. Despite his earlier orgasm, this kid shoots more volume than anyone I've ever been with. I rolled off him and playfully put my panties on his face. I looked at Jill who had a look of utter amazement, as she had just witnessed her son lose his virginity. I reached down, grabbed my dress and put it back on. "Do you think I'm serious now?" He had the largest smile and look of shock on his face. "Be at my house around 9:00 tomorrow morning. You won't need to pack much, just toiletries. We will stop by the grocery store on the way and stock up for the week." I winked at him, then leaned over and took his soft cock back into my mouth. He moaned as I cleaned our juices off his shrunken member. I pulled up, looked at Jill with a smile and walked into the hallway. Jill followed. ... "Enjoy the show?" I asked as Jill and I walked to my house. She had a look of shock and embarrassment. And desire. I opened the cabinet and pulled out the Cuervo and mix. "Would you be a dear and mix up a batch? Despite being his second load, your son has more volume than anyone I've ever been with. I'm leaking here and need to put some panties on since he has mine. Maybe he won't be taking yours anymore." I giggled as I walked into my bedroom. When I came out, she had already had half of one margarita and had one waiting on me. "Honey, are you okay?" She swallowed and then said, "I can't believe that just happened! I've never seen anyone have sex before. Much less my own son!" She took another sip. "That's why I wanted you to see. I wanted you to see how to take control of a man. Boy or man, you focus on and control his cock and you control him. Do you have any other questions?" She looked down and shook her head. "He's going to be a quick learner. When I'm done with him this week, he'll have more meaningful experience than all the boys in his high school combined." She laughed and agreed. "But I wanted to talk about you." "Me?" "Yes. When I left here last night, I went back over to Bonnie's house. Lane was there and we caught up. He just went through a divorce. His wife is a fool, but that's another story. He travels for work and while she was getting the best sex of her life when he was home, it wasn't enough. She started seeing a guy on the side and got pregnant." Jill shook her head in shock. "Exactly. He couldn't trust her after that and they just finalized their divorce." She nodded then asked, "Okay? What does that have to do with me?" I took a sip. "I was getting to that. We sat around and caught up on his job. Then the conversation shifted and Bonnie asked how Matt was doing. I brought Lane up to speed of what happened, including Matt cumming in his shorts when Bonnie had her orgasm." She laughed. "I then told him about you and what all you have been through. Not only getting pregnant so young, but the guys you've been out with since. Anyway, he shook his head and joked that maybe you needed a teacher too." I took another sip, letting that sink in. She looked up at me when it hit her with her mouth wide open. "Hear me out Jill. Lane is a great young man. He's respectful and understands your situation. This wouldn't be a date per se, but a man who knows what he's doing to help you out. Teach you. He won't jump your bones just to get off like the other guys. He'll show you what to do and what not to do. And he'll show you what it's like to have great sex with a man who knows what he's doing. Trust me, he still knows." I winked. "How do you..." She was speechless. "Honey, I told you I'm a horny 52-year old woman. I took him for a spin last night and again this morning. He's even learned more since I taught him." "Wait! You were with him last night *and* this morning. *AND* with Matt?" "What can I say? I get horny!" We both laughed. "I could never!..." She thought about what she had just said and then smiled. "I'm not saying you would. But you did run through a set of batteries, didn't you? And that rabbit lasts a lot longer than any man can." I took a sip and waited. "Why would he do that? I mean, I'm older than he is and there is no way he would want to do something like that." "You asked the same question about Matt." I grinned. "Yes, but he's never been with anyone before." "He has now." I winked. "Still, this guy is a grown man." "Yes, a grown man. Any woman can go into a bar any night and go home with a man to fuck. Men aren't that lucky. Lane isn't a skirt chaser though. While he'd been with a few girls in high school and college, he met his wife his junior year. He hadn't been with another woman until last night. Look, this isn't a date. But, I think the two of you will hit it off as he's an accountant. He's only four years younger than you. And you? Well, you are gorgeous my dear. I hate that the only sexual experiences you've had have been bad because you deserve so much better. And Lane will teach you that." She thought, then added, "Not all my experience with sex has been bad." It was my time to look puzzled as I took a sip. "You gave me my first orgasms, and that was great! Does that make me a lesbian now?" I almost spit out my drink as I started laughing. "Touché" "I don't know, Dana. I mean, all of this is happening so fast. Four days ago, I just asked you to come over and make sure we didn't need to go to the emergency room. Now? Matt has had sex! I've had my first orgasms and I may be bisexual?" She smiled and laughed. "I don't know. This is crazy, isn't it?" She drank the rest of her drink and started pouring number three. "I'm glad we live next door. There is no way you could drive after this. I guess I'm a bad influence." We both laughed. Then she looked at me and got serious. "If I were to say yes, what would I do? When? Where?" "Slow down dear. Matt is going to be with me all week, remember? I guess your house would be available? Lane is in an apartment since the divorce. And as much as I love him and everything, he's still a single man in his late 20s. I'm sure his place is a wreck." We both laughed. "Jill, don't over-think this. This isn't a date. This is a great guy wanting to help you out. But he is a guy. And don't kid yourself. He wants into your panties just like every other man out there. That's just life. You can fight it, or embrace and enjoy it. It's up to you." She thought for a few moments. "Will you help me?" "Help you?" "Yes. You said I could ask you anything, right?" She asked as she drank half of number three. "Anything dear." "Would you help me shave? I've never done it before and don't want to cut anything if I'm going to do this." She looked nervous. And tipsy. "Of course! Let's go back into the bathroom and we will get you all fixed up." She took off her shorts and panties and sat on the edge of the tub. I took off my dress and panties and sat in the tub so I could the hair would fall inside. I trimmed most of her hair with the scissors. I then pulled out a disposable razor and went to work. She said she wanted to be bare like me and Bonnie. By the time I was done, she was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She was wet too. Very wet. I took a handheld mirror and handed it to her as I turned on the water and washed the hair down the drain. She looked at the mirror, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She spread her lips with one hand. I then took the mirror from her and held it so she could get a better look at herself. "You've never looked at yourself before, have you?" "No. Seeing Bonnie yesterday was the first time I've ever seen what it looks like down there before. I tried last night, but couldn't see as much trying with one hand and all that hair." She felt around, rubbing up and down her slit as she stared in the mirror. "It *is* more sensitive without the hair." She looked up and then down at my pussy and smiled. "Yes, it is. I've been bare for many years and sex feels so much better." She kept rubbing her fingers over her smooth mound and between her saturated lips. She looked at me and bit her lower lip. Taking her hint, "Would you like for me to give you another orgasm?" She smiled and nodded 'yes'. I walked her to my bed and took off her shirt and bra. She is a "B" cup like me, but oh to have tits that perky again. I took a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it. It was already erect and then I took the other. Laying her on my bed, I got back between her legs and started licking the smoothness of her pussy. When my tongue pierced her lips, she jumped from the contact. I lapped up her juices and gave her clitoris a workout. She was turned on and didn't take long. She came before I could slow down and drag it out. After she came, I lay on top of her, breast to breast. She caught her breath and then asked, "May I do you?" I looked at her and didn't question. I lay on my back and spread my legs. I wasn't sure if she wanted to use her fingers or her tongue or both, but I didn't care. She got between my legs on her knees and looked and explored. She spread my lips and probed me with her finger, trying to find my g-spot. "There it is." I told her when she hit it. She then proceeded to mimic what I had done for her and what Matt did to Bonnie, bringing me to an orgasm after only a few minutes. She didn't try to go down on me and I wasn't going to push her. This girl has come a long way in a short period of time and I didn't want to force anything on her. We got up and dressed, heading back into the kitchen for another drink. "Thank you." "For what dear?" "Everything. I never thought I would feel like that before. I wasn't sure what to do with Matt, but, well...Thank you." "Don't you worry about young Matt. The question now is, do you want me to call Lane?" She took a long drink and nodded 'yes'. Before she had time to think about her answer, I put my phone on speaker and called Lane. "Hey Dana! Let me guess, she said you were crazy and no way, right?" He started laughing. "Lane, I have you on speaker and Jill is sitting right here." Silence on the other end. "Jill, this is Lane. Lane, this is Jill. Lane dear, say hello. Please tell me the cat doesn't have your tongue. Because, that's a talented tongue you have. I've told Jill all about it." Jill covered her mouth and started laughing. "H-hello Jill. I'm sorry, I had no idea I'd be on speaker. But given it's Dana, well, you know her so my apologies." "Hi Lane. She's told me so much about you." The glow in her face suddenly turned nervous. There was a pause in the conversation and just as I was about to interject, "Jill, look. I've been thinking about this and I know this is a bizarre discussion. But this is Dana we are talking about." He laughed and then continued, "Dana told me about you and your past. I understand. Since she is taking Matt to the cabin, how about I pick you up for dinner tomorrow night." He paused, but she didn't answer. "Not for a date, necessarily, but let's get to know one another. Away from the house. Let's eat, have a bottle of wine and talk. Since we both know why we are meeting, let's talk about your past. I've heard it from Dana, but I want to hear from you. And you can ask me anything. I'm an open book. When we've talked until we have no further questions, I'll take you home, walk you to the door and kiss goodnight. If after you sleep on it and still want to meet, call me on Tuesday and we will figure out a time to get together and then see what happens. If you don't want to meet, that's fine too. I completely understand and we can both blame that fiery redhead you are sitting beside. But we will walk away friends. How does that sound?" Jill had a look of relief at Lane's words. "Lane, that sounds like a great idea. I'm so nervous about this and it's crazy. But for some reason, I don't know. Dinner would be great." "Good, would 6:00 work? I'm working from home this week and should be done in time to get you then." "6:00 is perfect, Lane." "See you at 6:00 then. And Jill? If she tries to give you a margarita, run. She's dangerous with those things." He hung up as Jill almost snorted some of her drink out of her nose. ... 8:45 and there was a knock on my door. *Young Matt is anxious.* I opened the door and had him sit on the sofa. "I'll be a few minutes." Time for another lesson about women. I decided to take a bath. Finally, I walked out of my bedroom with my bag shortly before 10:00. Matt was pacing the floor and looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Matt, consider that another lesson about girls. They appreciate promptness, but not early. If I were a date and she were still getting ready, it would put her in a rushed position. You want a girl relaxed, not rushed. In the future, arrive when you are supposed to arrive, and not a minute late. If you are late, she will think you don't care." He looked at me confused. "That's right Matt. Women are hard to figure out and always have a way to put a guy on the defensive. You need to start learning and taking cues. Most guys never learn that. But that's what this week is for. We will be having lots of sex, but other lessons too." He smiled and shook his head. *He's going to be a quick learner.* "I see you already have an erection." He looked down and smiled. "Well, we can't go to the grocery store with you in that condition, so let's go back to my bedroom and take care of it." He quickly followed as I walked to my room. "Did you shower this morning?" "Yes" "Take off your clothes." He stripped like he was on fire. "Lay on the bed." His cock was sticking straight up, a clear drop glistening the tip. I leaned over and took him into my mouth, gently scratching his balls while I bobbed up and down. I knew he wouldn't last long, so I wanted to get this one out of the way. Sure enough, only a minute of bobbing up and down and he started grunting. I swallowed as much as I could, but still couldn't believe how much semen he produces. Maybe it's just been a long time since I've been with a younger man, but it was way more than the men my age. I kept him in my mouth until he lost his erection. "Matt, if a girl is doing that for you, always warn her you are about to cum. It's polite and allows her the opportunity to pull off and finish you with her hand, as some girls don't like it when a guy goes off in her mouth. And since you have so much, it's fair to warn." "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. I knew you were going to cum and wanted to taste you. I was just telling you for when you start dating. I love giving blowjobs. It turns me on to have that kind of control over a man. And speaking of being turned on, it's time for you to learn how pleasure a woman with your tongue." He looked at me and smiled as I took off my clothes. I lay back and spread my legs, giving him a view of my pussy. "I'm already turned on, but we will work on how to get a woman there later. For now, I want you to use your tongue like you did your fingers to Bonnie." He leaned in, taking in my scent then pierced my lips with his tongue. "Mmmm, yes like that. Up and down Slower, yes like that. Too much on my clit, lighten the pressure. Yes" For the next 30 minutes, I basked in the pleasures from Matt's tongue. Sure, I could have climaxed several times, but made him slow down to drag it out. Most men wouldn't have been that patient. He doesn't know any better. When I finally came, his face was covered in my juices. He was also hard again. I looked down and told him to fuck me. He hesitated, but then moved into position and lined his cock up with my opening. "Fuck me however you want." He had a huge smile as he easily entered me my sopping wet pussy. He paused for a moment when he bottomed out, but quickly started pumping. I grabbed his ass cheeks as he pounded away. At the rate he was going, he wasn't going to last long. And that was alright, as I'll teach him delay later. This was for him. Almost a minute after he entered me, I felt the warm gush as he came. He softened shortly thereafter and slipped out. Looking at me with a huge smile he asked how it was. "It was quick, Matt. That's okay though. We will learn how to last longer. But now, you've made a mess and I want you to go down on me again." He looked at me with wide eyes. "What? It's just your semen, mixed with my juices. There's nothing wrong with you tasting yourself. I swallowed your load a little while ago, remember?" He nodded, but was still hesitant. "Most guys won't do what you are about to do. But when you do this for a girl, it's something she will love and appreciate. It's about connection and intimacy. It doesn't get much more intimate than going down on a woman after you've cum inside her. Now, get to it Matt." He shrugged his shoulders and went back down on me. When I came, my comforter was drenched. This boy is a quick learner and already is as good as most of the men I've dated in terms of oral. We got up and showered. As I dressed, he was hard again. "That's going to have to wait until later. We need to get going. The campground is about an hour from here, but we need to hit the grocery store first." On the drive, I talked about naturist etiquette. No sexual contact in public. Always carry a towel and if you get an erection, cover it with the towel. If you are tanning and get one, turn on your stomach or jump in the pool. No gawking or staring. By the time we pulled up to my cabin, he understood the rules. As we got out of the car, I told him to take off his clothes. There were several couples walking along the road and he looked back at me with a look of fear. "It's a nudist campground. Everyone is naked. Now, undress and put your clothes in the back seat as you won't be needing them the rest of the week. He did. We unloaded the groceries and his cock was sticking straight out. I wanted to go for a walk and show him around the campground but wouldn't be able to if he had an erection. Who am I kidding? No, I wanted to fuck him again and get him comfortable around my body. We went into the bedroom. "Matt, come over here and kiss me." It occurred to me he had already fucked, but not really kissed before. He leaned in and put his lips to mine. I took over. He was a quick learner, taking my lead. When I put my tongue in his mouth, his erection poked just above my clit. I spread my legs a bit and guided his cock between my pussy lips. I began rubbing my drenched folds over his cock as we kissed. After a few minutes of making out, I guided his mouth to my breasts. My nipples were hard and his sucking on them gave me a tingling feeling. I led him to the bed and pushed him down, straddling him. As I lowered my dripping pussy on to his cock, he let out a moan of pleasure as he began thrusting up into me. "Stop. Let me do the work. I want you to last longer. If you start to cum, tell me so I can slow down." He nodded. I rode him for a good ten minutes. Slow then fast and then slow again when I felt he was getting close. I wanted more though. I wanted his mouth on my pussy so I began rocking back and forth quickly, pinching his nipples as he erupted inside me. When he finished, I pulled off him, dripping a line of cum up his chest until I hovered my pussy over his wanting mouth. By the time I came, his face was covered in his cum and my juices. I pulled off him and got on my hands and knees, offering myself to him again, as he was already hard again! He got between me and inserted himself into me. "No. Put your legs on the outside of mine. It pushes me together and gives me a fuller feeling." He didn't argue, only did as instructed. "You are tighter like this." "Yes. I told you there are positions you can use to make it feel differently. For both of us. And no matter what your size, girls like it different and mixed up at times." He fucked me for a couple of minutes before he unloaded again. I lay on the bed and he crawled between my legs. I wasn't going to make him do that again. He just did it. If he keeps this up, girls won't leave him alone. I was already satisfied, so I decided to teach him something else. "Put your finger in my ass." He looked up, wide eyed. "You heard me. Lube it up in my pussy and then slowly put it in my ass while you lick me." He did. I'd not had any anal stimulation in a while and it quickly set me over the edge. My ass was squeezing his finger as I climaxed. His face covered again in our juices. We rested for a while, catching our breath from the sex. Just as I was ready to get up and hit the pool, I looked down and his cock was already hard again. *Damn, I miss young guys.* I got back on all fours and told him to stick it in. "Wrong hole, Matt. Put it in my ass." He lined up with my ass and began pressing into me. "Slowly. Hold it there and let me adjust. Okay, now slowly push in further. Further." I felt him bottom out. "Keep it there for a moment while I adjust to you. Okay, now you can slowly start pumping. Faster. Faster! Harder! Hurt me, Matt. Hurt me! Fuck my ass with all you have." He pounded my ass harder than he did my pussy in this position earlier. Given his smaller size, it felt amazing as he pumped with all he had. I was in the throes of another orgasm just as he let out a deep groan and filled my bowels. ... By the end of the week, Matt had a confidence about him most men don't possess. He'd become comfortable about his smaller size and learned many positions to compensate for it. Given his young age, he walked around with a boner most of the time and I was sure to make good use of it. My pussy, and ass, were sore from all the pounding, but in a good way. Mmmm, a very good way. He also loved exploring my sex with his tongue and gave me countless orgasms as a result. I knew once he started dating, he would never have a problem satisfying any girl. Or woman. And as much as I wanted to keep him as my young sex pet, I knew it wouldn't be right. He needed to start dating someone his own age. But, I'd be sure to get my jollies until that time arrived. ... Epilogue Five years later Jill's 'lesson' with Lane ended up being so much more. They fell in love. They had a lot more in common than I had thought. Since her bookkeeping job was mostly online, she began traveling with him while on his audits. She would work from the hotel room while he was onsite and then they would spend the evenings together. They dated six months when Lane popped the question. She got pregnant several months later and little Abigale turns three next week. Matt loves his little sister and Bonnie loves her granddaughter. And of course, I'm considered her grandmother too! When Matt went back to school after the week at the cabin, his new-found confidence led him to asking out a girl that had recently transferred in from the west coast, Tonya. Tonya's father was in the military and stationed at Ft. Bragg. She was perfect for Matt. Sweet, funny and full of life. They hit it off immediately and were inseparable. I even let them use my cabin at the resort one weekend over the summer. However, just before they both were to start their freshman year at UNC that fall, USC contacted Tonya and had a sudden opening. And no, not The University of South Carolina. USC was her first choice of school. And while difficult leaving Matt, she *was* a west coast girl. They are still friends to this day though. In fact, she is one row behind me with her husband, Ben. She tapped me on the shoulder a moment ago as we stood and turned, telling me how handsome Matt looks in his tux. And happy. I looked back at Matt and saw his face light up as he made eyes with Becky as she began walking down the aisle. When Tonya moved away, Matt started dating other girls. While most were sweet girls, none ever gave him 'that' feeling he had with Tonya, so he would move on. They all tended to try to stay around for some reason though. Hehe, I wonder why? One day last year, Matt came over to talk. He always stops by and tells me everything going on in his life when he visits Jill, Lane and little Abigale. And no, we've not been physical since he started dating Tonya. I can still remember the conversation like it was yesterday. "Dana, I met someone. She checked me out at the grocery store the other day and I can't stop thinking about her. I asked what time she got off and she reluctantly told me. I went back to see her and we talked for only ten minutes. There's something about her Dana. I can't get her out of my mind. She may be the one!" He said as he opened a beer. "Well, ask her out!" "I did! She said she couldn't. I don't understand it. She's not married and doesn't have a boyfriend. I asked. I don't get it. I don't know what to do. There is just something about her though, Dana. I can't put my finger on it. Damn, I can't stop thinking about her!" "The Matt I know isn't going to give up this easily. Sounds like you need to go back and try again. Maybe she's testing you, kiddo." He came back over the next evening and told me he had a long talk with her and she agreed to a date. He then asked if I would show him how to make my lasagna dish he loves so much. Over the cooking lesson, he told me about Becky. That Friday evening, when she opened her apartment door she nervously asked if he was sure about seeing her. He walked in, kissed her on the cheek and then put the dish on the counter. She apologized for the small apartment as that was all she could afford working at the grocery store. She also apologized for the mess in the floor. That's when he noticed a sudden look of horror on her face. Matt saw something out of the corner of his eye and by the time he turned around, it was too late. The dart hit him square between the eyes. He looked back at Becky as he hit the floor. When he looked back up, her look of horror turned into a tearful smile as he grabbed the other gun he saw by the sofa. The next twenty minutes ensued in what Becky calls 'the battle to end all Nerf battles between my boys', Matt and Tommy, her eight-year-old son.

Frank and Cheryl Ch. 02: Revelations

(Author's note: If you haven't read "Frank & Cheryl 01" you might want to just to know the background on this new couple. Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm.) \- - - - - - - - - - As Frank settled in at his desk to get his work day started, his thoughts were wandering across the past three weeks he'd been enjoying with his new lady friend, Cheryl. He often thought of her as his girlfriend, but he wasn't 100% sure the term applied. He put his coffee cup down on the coaster one of his clients had given him, and got situated at his desk. His computer was asleep but a quick move of the mouse brought it to life. He clicked on the appropriate icon and his browser of choice opened, with all the windows/tabs necessary for his usual work day. The company he worked for was in the midst of setting up leadership training for several government contractors and, as the training coordinator, it was his job to arrange the people who would deliver the training and verify the locations, dates and times. He'd pass that information off to the travel coordinator and then he'd work with the various trainers to make sure they had the most up to date materials. Frank's caught himself distracted from his work several times that morning as he sipped his coffee and tried to focus on work. His thoughts were full of memories of the times he'd spent with Cheryl in the past three weeks. Having run into her at the grocery store, Frank had remembered her as the girlfriend of a friend of his that he'd since fallen out of touch with. She remembered him as well and they'd had dinner that same evening. Following dinner they'd gone back to her place and the uninhibited energetic sexual encounter that followed had blown Frank's mind. Cheryl had treated him to some of the best sex he'd ever had and when he called her for a follow up date she had seemed equally eager to see him again. For that three weeks, Frank realized with a smile, they'd seen each other every second or third day, every date ending with them either at her apartment or his house, naked (or mostly so) and attacking each other. Of course, he remembered, there was that one time that they'd taken a late evening walk on the local golf course, which was closed at the time. The weather was beautiful and Frank was shocked when Cheryl started shedding her clothes as they walked in the dark holding hands. He joined her program without hesitation and they'd enjoyed quite a passionate encounter on the 18th green. It was that kind of brazenness that Frank had never experienced in a woman before and Cheryl seemed to have it in abundance. The work morning passed in what seemed like a slow fashion, but Frank knew it was just because he and Cheryl had made plans for lunch. She was supposed to meet him at his office and they were going to go to a pub that was just around the corner. He glanced at the clock on the computer screen and saw that it wasn't quite eleven; Cheryl was due to meet him at twelve. \- - - - - - - - - - Cheryl's morning passed in a blur. She knew it was a mix of how busy she was at work combined with how excited she was about her lunch date with Frank. She was good at her job as a program manager for a government contractor, and attacked it with high motivation. She brought energy and creative problem solving to the job and challenged her team to keep up with her. Most people underestimated her, probably due to her petite stature. She'd found that was true as she grew up and in the various jobs she'd held. But she never let it slow her down and the end result was that most of her coworkers ended up with a high regard for her work ethic and professional capabilities. She was having a hard time focusing this particular morning though. For the past three weeks she'd been dating Frank and while she wasn't quite ready to call him her boyfriend yet, she was honest with herself and admitted she'd like to. They seemed a perfect fit, not only physically - and those memories brought a smile to her face - but also in their personalities, goals, values... hell, even politics, although that had been a very carefully approached conversation. She was all too aware that many of her previous male friends, and perspective life partners, had been put off by her aggressive and open outlook toward sex. Once again, probably due to her size, many of those men she'd dated had expected her to be timid or submissive and were quite surprised, most pleasantly so, to find that she was neither. A lot of those same men who had thought they were manly and in shape had ended up being submissive to her and few of them could keep up. Cheryl understood herself without shame or self-criticism. She worked hard to stay in top physical condition because sex was her favorite hobby. She enjoyed a wide variety of activities, but given a choice, she'd pick a good sexual romp with a fit and decently equipped partner every time. She couldn't even begin to count how many men she'd had sex with and if that made her a slut, then she was proud to wear the label. She never took risks with her health but sometimes, she admitted, she probably took some with her safety. She enjoyed the occasional jolt of fear that accompanied some unknown circumstance. She knew that part of her outlook toward sex was the reality that she couldn't have children. As a teenager when she'd started her menstrual cycle it had been highly irregular and very painful. After seeing several different doctors the cause had been discovered - an internal development irregularity - that required surgical correction to relieve the on-going discomfort and remove a serious health risk. The downside was that the surgery would also leave her incapable of child bearing. She had come to live with that and eventually learned to appreciate that on the rare occasion she ever had a period, it lasted a day... two at the most. The good news for her, as she'd come to accept it, was that if her chosen partner was clean and trusted, she could enjoy sex free of the necessity of condoms. That delighted her because, though she never figured out why, she'd learned to take great delight in the mess, smell and taste of all things sex related. Not only did she love the smell and taste of a man's cum but she loved the same of her own juices as well and she had never felt anything that felt as good as a man cumming into her. Realizing just how distracted her thinking had become, Cheryl checked the time and disciplined herself to refocus on her work. She had at least an hour to go before she'd be meeting Frank for lunch. She managed to focus sufficiently on her work until about 11:45 when it was time to go. She grabbed her purse and headed out to go meet Frank with a motivation only a horny woman going to get laid could understand. \- - - - - - - - - - Frank didn't really like Stephen very much. The guy was good enough at his job as travel coordinator for the company, but he sometimes used his position to try to influence where training was delivered and which clients got priority. Both were beyond the scope of his job description and Frank had been tasked with putting him back on track in a diplomatic fashion. Diplomacy wasn't one of Frank's stronger skills but he did his best. Being very aware of the time and how close to noon it was, Frank was trying to close the meeting with Stephen. Stephen was trying not to let go of a challenge he had with one of the pending training courses the company was offering on the west coast. Frank had already explained everything twice and was quickly losing his patience. A knock on Frank's door interrupted the meeting. Frank looked over, quite delighted to see Cheryl standing in his office doorway. "Am I interrupting?" she asked with a smile. "Not at all," Frank replied waving her into his office. She took a step inside the door and then off to one side. Looking back at Stephen Frank said, "I'm sorry to have to cut this short and I appreciate your position. Why don't you send me an email with the pertinent observations and I can pass it up the chain with the appropriate recommendations." It sounded very professional and as if Frank would take Stephen's outlook into consideration. What Frank had really meant with those words was, "We're done. Fuck off. If you want to keep wasting time on this, send me an email I can file without wasting time on." Frank stood up as he said it, clearly indicating the meeting was over. Stephen got the hint, stood up and left without another word. Frank put his computer to sleep and then stepped around his desk to greet Cheryl. His assumption was that they were going out for lunch and he knew she was on a short time line. Before he even got close, Cheryl reached over and closed the door after Stephen had left. Frank's eyebrows went up in question but he didn't say a word. Cheryl took his silence as agreement - to what he had no idea - and she locked his office door. The interior walls had no windows and the outside window was smoked, so even though they were only three stories up, no one could see in. Having a pretty good idea of what Cheryl had in mind, but wanting to let her take the lead to be sure, Frank stepped in close to her, put his arms around her and lowered his head to hers for a kiss. The kiss he planned was more "hi, good to see you," than "Hey, I need to fuck right now!" but Cheryl had other plans. The energy and hunger she put into the kiss was obviously the second variety and Frank could feel his erection growing in his slacks as her tongue attacked his. The kiss grew in passion and hunger as Frank's hands began to explore beneath Cheryl's short dress, pulling it up over her sexy ass, exposing her flesh to his touch. He could feel her hands working at his belt but also knew she didn't need any help. As soon as she had his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped she stopped short of pushing his pants down at all. Instead, she pushed back from the kiss and pulled her dress up even farther as she stepped over to his desk. Bending over it, with her ass thrust out, she looked at him and said, "What are you waiting for?" Frank understood then why she hadn't pulled down his pants. With his pants around his ankles he'd have looked the fool and possibly fallen down trying to get from door to desk. Instead, he stepped quickly over, pushed his pants and underwear down, his full erection popping free, and lined up behind Cheryl's sexy ass. With one hand on her hip and the other guiding his cock, he lined up the crown between Cheryl's seemingly perpetually wet slit and rubbed it up and down a few times. Cheryl's hips bucked back every time his cockhead crossed her opening but he kept up his mild teasing. "Stop," she whined in horny need. "Just fuck me already." The "...already" was just coming out of her mouth when Frank thrust his length into her. The word came out in a whoosh as his manhood stretched and filled her pussy, his pelvis smacking against her ass and his full heavy cum-filled balls swinging up to smack her clit. In the back of his mind, Frank knew that they had one hour for lunch. She was supposed to be back at her office by one as was he. They also both really liked to eat lunch so this wasn't going to be a long drawn out pleasure session. This was going to be the definition of a quickie wherein he did his best to get her an orgasm before unloading his into or on her. That would depend on what she chose since she seemed to like both with equal enthusiasm. Frank assumed a middle-of-the-road kind of pace that was neither fast nor slow and wasn't slamming her against his desk. He was aware of her reaching down between her legs... her fingers caressing his balls a couple times as he stroked into her... and then focusing on her clit. "Just a little faster," he heard her say and did as she asked. Together they were working toward her orgasm and about two minutes later it washed over her. She stifled her moans as her watched a site he'd grown used to seeing: her skin flushed dark red and her body seemed to convulse completely. From her knees to her shoulders she seemed to arch and he had to hold her down to keep his length inside her, feeling her pussy spasm and clutch at his length. When her climax had passed and her body relaxed Frank heard her say two things. "Thank you," and, "Now get yours." It was one of the things he'd come to truly appreciate about her. She felt no shame in using him to achieve her pleasure and she was just as eager to let him use her to get his. Holding her hips as she braced herself on his desk, Frank picked up his pace and added a bit of force to his strokes, jarring her body with every thrust as his pelvis impacted her ass. She was steadily moaning as he pumped and it took several more minutes before he got close. One of the things that Cheryl had said she liked about him was that he wasn't a quick cummer and it actually took some focus to get one in a hurry. As his orgasm approached Frank said, "I'm gonna cum!" He was half-expecting her to tell him to pull out or otherwise indicate where she wanted his load. Since they still had to go to lunch, he didn't expect she'd want it running down her thighs and she wasn't wearing any underwear to put on to catch it. Those thoughts only served to increase his surprise when she said, "As deep in me as you can get it!" She thrust her hips back hard against him, helping him to bury his length fully inside her wet center where he began to pulse, his cock spitting thick hot ropes of cum into her. Cheryl loved that feeling. She was not ashamed to admit that it was her favorite thing about sex. As much as she enjoyed pleasuring a man (or woman), she selfishly enjoyed the sensation of a thick hard cock jumping inside her and the hot stickiness of the cum scaling her inside. She could actually feel every shot of cum hitting her vaginal walls and against her cervix. For her, it was the hottest most erotic feeling she'd ever experienced. When Frank's orgasm had passed he started to pull out when Cheryl said, "Wait!" She reached under where they were joined, cupping her hand under her pussy and then said, "Okay." He pulled his slippery cock out and backed off a step. He didn't know what she had planned but he wasn't surprised when she turned around and squatted down, keeping her hand cupped under her now draining sex while she took his wilting cock in her mouth to clean it up. Another thing Frank had enjoyed about her was how much she enjoyed tasting herself and his cum. Aware of how sensitive his softening manhood was, she was careful as she licked and sucked him clean, but by the time she was done, there was no sign of sex juice on his length at all. As she stood up she pulled her hand from between her legs and Frank saw the globs of his cum that she'd caught as it dripped out of her. Looking him in the eye, Cheryl raised that hand to her mouth to suck and lick his cum off of it. Once again, her hunger for cum was one of the most erotic things Frank had experienced. As soon as she'd gotten her hand clean she stepped close and raised her face to his for a kiss. It might have turned some guys off, but Frank found kisses like this very hot. He wouldn't if it had been another guy's cum - at least he didn't think so - but his outlook was that since it was his cum and since she seemed to enjoy it so much, he didn't want to hinder her enjoyment in any way. If kissing him with the taste of his cum still in her mouth turned her on, who was he to deny her that? As their tongues swirled together, Frank was aware of Cheryl pulling her dress back down around her ass and thighs. He had to back up a step to pull his pants up, tuck his shirt in and get situated. As he buckled his belt, Cheryl looked at him with that devilish grin he'd come to enjoy seeing so much and asked, "So... are you hungry for lunch?" \- - - - - - - - - - They were quiet as they walked, hand in hand, around the corner to the pub where they planned to have lunch. The pub wasn't busy and they were seated without any delay, both ordering salads knowing the food would be quickly prepared and easy to eat in a timely fashion. When they had their drinks and were waiting on the food, Cheryl made sure she had caught Frank's eyes before saying what was on her mind. She had decided that it was time for the next step in their relationship and that meant he needed to know more about her. What he knew so far was that she was independent, sexually aggressive and very uninhibited. There were a few more things he needed to learn, in her opinion, before they moved forward beyond being friends who enjoyed great sex. Taking a deep breath, she made her statement. "You know," she said casually, "your workmate could have stayed and joined us if you wanted him to." Her eyes never left his as she searched for any sign of his reaction. While Frank felt some level of surprise at her unexpected announcement, he wasn't shocked. He had already known that Cheryl was probably the most sexually liberated woman he had ever known and, having thought about it, it seemed likely she was experienced beyond what they'd shared together. The fact that she was so openly making the statement was what he needed to consider. She was looking to see if he'd be judgmental; she was looking for his reaction. All that flashed through his brain in milliseconds as he casually sipped his drink and then set it down. "Is that so?" he asked, doing his best to sound casual. And then he continued, as if having thought about it, "If it had been someone else, maybe... but that guy's an asshole." Cheryl found herself being the one who was surprised. Most men were far more possessive and jealous than that. "Really?" she asked. "That's your only reaction? Maybe someone else who isn't an asshole?" She stopped and looked at him again. "You'd be okay with having sex with me and another guy at the same time?" This time Frank chose his words even more carefully. He wanted her to understand where he was coming from and he had an outlook equal to hers about being open if they were to move forward past being friends with benefits. "I think I'd be okay having sex with you while another guy joined us, but that is not the same as 'us' having sex with another guy." He paused before continuing. "I've never had the experience so I can't say for sure how I'd react to it, but..." He paused to think again and be careful with his words. This was the potential minefield he was worried about. "...but I've thoroughly enjoyed the past few weeks and I feel like we could have something more; a larger commitment; a greater involvement in each other's life. I think this type of open conversation is absolutely mandatory if we were going to do that successfully." Cheryl found herself more surprised than she'd expected to be. In fact, she'd expected to be disappointed. Frank was a lot of fun and a great sex partner, but she'd fully expected him to be as possessive and jealous - which meant insecure to her - as every other guy she'd dated. Frank seemed to be... not only okay with her open attitude but eager to discuss such things and interested in being more than a friend. She'd half expected to come to this lunch finding out that was all they'd ever be and now here she was faced with the real possibility that they could become so much more. Before she could reply, their salads were delivered and they began to eat their lunch. She kept looking at him as if she expected him to say more but he didn't seem to be inclined to do so without more input from her. Trying to find a way to open the conversation back up in a lighthearted way she asked, "So, you've never been involved in a threesome?" Frank shook his head no while he chewed. "Not with another man and woman? Not with two women?" Cheryl inquired. Frank shook his head no again. "Just never had the opportunity?" she asked. "Or never had any interest?" This wasn't something he could answer with a shake of his head. She took a bite of her salad while she waited for his answer. "I guess the opportunity never presented itself," he replied. "Of course, I have interest. Find me a guy who says he's not interested in having two women at the same time and I'll show you a liar." He paused for a sip of his tea before continuing. "And I've always thought most women would feel the same way about experiencing two men at the same time." He took another bite as Cheryl thought about what he'd said and formulated her next question. "So, do you think all that's okay only if the people we're talking about are all friends? Is such activity restricted by being in a committed relationship?" "I don't see why it would have to be," Frank answered when his mouth was empty. "I think what matters more is the honesty in the relationship. If both partners are okay with involving others physically... if everything is out in the open and no secrets are kept... I don't see why those in a committed relationship couldn't enjoy such activities." While this was almost exactly what Cheryl was hoping to hear, she was having a hard time believing her luck. Her meeting Frank after almost ten years of not seeing him had been a total fluke. Their first dinner date had been a mix of casual courtesy and amazing sex. Their casual dating since then had been fairly regular and always involved great sex. She could see herself spending a long time with Frank... could see him as her significant other... but was afraid of how he'd react to her current outlooks and past activities. She wanted to push the subject before their lunch ended, knowing full well they could and would continue the conversation at another time unless she found a hard boundary Frank wouldn't discuss breaching. Looking him in the eye she asked, "So, if we were committed to each other, you'd be okay with me having sex with other men?" "That depends on how you define 'committed'," Frank replied quickly. "I believe relationships can and should be emotionally monogamous without requiring physical monogamy if that makes sense." Cheryl nodded her understanding and he took that as agreement with his statement. "So I think two people can be committed to each other, in love, planning and working toward their future, enjoying fantastic marital sex... but I also don't see why that would restrict them from extra-marital sexual fun; again, as long as no secrets were kept. Everything would have to be completely out in the open and shared." Cheryl had finished her salad and took a big swallow of her drink before making her statement. "Okay, then," she said. "I have a few things to tell you." She paused to make sure he was paying attention and he indicated he was by nodding and gesturing for her to go on. "First, I've enjoyed the past few weeks immensely and you're the first man I've met in years that I want to enjoy other than in the bedroom." He nodded, smiled and waited. "Second," she said, "I think I might be falling in love with you and I have to know we're safe to move forward before I fall off that cliff." His smile grew and he nodded again, a sparkle in his eyes that Cheryl recognized as happiness. "Last, for now," she said, "there is a lot about me and my past that I want to make sure you know and are okay with before we commit to moving forward beyond where we are." Frank had taken the last drink of his tea as she finished and as he set down the glass he said, "In order... I've enjoyed the past few weeks as well. I might be falling in love with you too. And I want to know everything you're willing to share." Smiling at him happily, Cheryl said, "Then we should have dinner tonight so we can get everything out... and then," she continued with a glance down in the direction of his crotch, "I definitely want to get everything in." "Your wish is my command, m'lady," Frank replied with a smile. The server brought their check and they headed back toward Frank's office building. They kissed goodbye at the front door so Cheryl could go back to work. They planned dinner at his place at seven and he told her it might be a good idea to bring clothes for her work day tomorrow. He didn't plan on letting her leave that night... barring unforeseen circumstance. She giggled, agreed and went on her way. Frank went in and road the elevator up to his floor. Stepping out, he saw Stephen and laughed to himself thinking, "Dude... if you weren't an asshole you might enjoy one of the hottest fucks on the planet." Shaking his head silently, Frank went back to his office and thought about what the evening might hold. \- - - - - - - - - - Frank was ready and waiting when Cheryl arrived at his place a few minutes before seven that evening. She rang the doorbell and he hollered, "Come in!" as he drained the pasta before putting it in a serving bowl that already had several spoonsful of tomato sauce in it. The sauce was homemade - his father's recipe - and it was the secret to any good pasta dish as far as Frank was concerned. Cheryl came into the kitchen and waited until his hands were busy before coming close to him to give him a hug and a deep passionate kiss hello. She offered to help and he accepted her assistance as together they put salads, pasta, sauce, sausage and garlic bread out on the table. Frank had picked up a bottle of wine he thought she'd like on his way home and he made sure it would pair well with the dinner he had planned. Soon they were seated and served and after the first bite, Cheryl was voicing her approval of his cooking skills. "Wow," she said with a mischievous grin, "most men who can fuck are worthless in the kitchen. Good to find you have more than one useful skill." Frank just chuckled in response while enjoying the food. He was mildly distracted by the fact that they were supposed to be having a conversation about Cheryl's past, based on their brief discussion at lunch, and he was both eager and nervous to get to that. "I'm glad you like both," he replied with a smile before sipping his wine. "It's good to see you like more than one kind of Italian sausage," he added. It was Cheryl's turn to chuckle at his small joke although she silently admitted to herself that she really did like meat - attached to a man or on her plate. Food was a serious carnal pleasure for her... just like cock and sex. They were quiet for a moment and Cheryl recognized the somewhat pregnant pause in their chit chat. Feeling like she had to fill the void she said, "Forgive me for being nervous. I am worried about risking what we've been enjoying." "I don't understand what you're worried about," said Frank. "What we've enjoyed we've enjoyed as friends, and at worst we can continue forward that way... unless you're going to confess to being a serial killer of some kind." Cheryl smiled, found her courage and said, "Well, not a serial killer... but maybe a serial fucker." "I don't see any problem with that," said Frank quite honestly. "There is nothing wrong with a woman who enjoys a lot of sex," he added on. Taking a deep breath and looking in his eyes, Cheryl asked in a timid sounding voice, "Even if she was getting paid?" Frank could see how nervous she was and understood the implication of her statement. He took a minute to consider his reply, meeting her gaze and making sure no judgment showed on his face. He sipped his wine, took a breath and gave her his response. "You know, back in the late 1800s, a lot of women made their living as prostitutes and a great many men found their wives exactly that way; they found a working girl they liked, became regular visitors with and eventually became attached to. Sometimes those relationships were built on practicality and a mutual desire for support and sometimes they were built on genuine feelings of love." He paused and took a breath. "I don't have any judgmental feelings or sense of negativity from a woman who earns her living by enjoying sexual encounters for pay." Cheryl took a deep breath and let his reply sink in before responding. "Well," she said, "that's good to hear... because that's how it was." She took another deep breath, another sip of wine, and continued. "When I was living in Georgia just outside a military installation, I found myself unemployed and approached by a ton of young men. They were more than willing to pay for the pleasure we enjoyed together and I ended up living like that for about a year." She looked at Frank, just waiting for some criticism or insult... but it didn't come. "So what happened that it was only for a year?" Frank asked casually. Cheryl thought about that for a minute before answering. "I guess I just started to feel cheap," she replied honestly. "I was enjoying every encounter... well, most of them... but it was less and less about sex and pleasure and fun and more about sex. Without the pleasure and fun I decided I didn't want to do it anymore." Cheryl shrugged as if to say that explained everything. "So I packed up and moved back up here. I found a job working for a contractor and haven't looked back." Frank took a sip of his wine, nodded and said, "Okay." And then he was quiet for a minute before continuing. "What else is there you think I need to know?" "Isn't that enough?" asked Cheryl chuckling and half-shocked that he didn't have a more negative reaction to her admission. His response was a shrug and she was awe-struck by how perfect he seemed in compatibility. "Okay, then," she sighed. "Well then you should also know that I'm bisexual and just about the only thing I don't enjoy sexually is anything involving bodily waste products." Frank nodded enthusiastically. "No pee, no poop," he said. "Gotcha and fully agree." They were both quiet for a moment as Frank thought about what Cheryl had shared and she contemplated what his reaction had been. Then she broke the silence. "So, where does that leave us?" Frank paused a moment and then decided to not hold back. "Well," he said, "we've both already admitted how we feel and we're both obviously very nervous about it." He paused to breath before continuing. "I'm just not sure we need to be. I have no problem with anything in your past and we're both apparently comfortable with an emotionally monogamous yet physically non-monogamous relationship..." Cheryl interrupted him. "We both think we are." "What do you mean?" asked Frank. "I just said I don't think I'd object to you having me and another guy at the same time..." "Think," she said with emphasis. The confused look on Frank's face told her he just wasn't understanding what she meant so she continued. "I think your outlook is awesome and we obviously get along great, but the only way we're going to know for 100% sure that we're okay with physical non-monogamy is for us to be in this relationship and test it out." "Test it out?" Frank asked. He obviously wanted her to expand on that idea. "Yeah," said Cheryl, "test it out. We'll move forward with the idea that if we find other partners to play with, that's okay and we can enjoy that, together or separate, with the one control being that we are completely open and honest about anything that happens." Frank thought about that for a few moments before nodding and saying, "Sounds good to me." Relieved, Cheryl said, "Good." Then a huge smile grew across her face. "Now please fuck me. The thoughts and conversation have me soaking wet!" Leaving the remains of dinner, Frank took Cheryl by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Before she got to the bed he'd pulled her dress off of her and he breathed deep as he took in the view of her sexy curves. She turned to help him undress and before his pants were even completely off she was sucking his hard length into her skilled mouth. It was hours later before they fell asleep, nearly exhausted and both sexually spent. Frank enjoyed falling asleep with his softening dick snuggled up between the cheeks of Cheryl's sexy butt. Cheryl fell asleep enjoying that feeling and thinking about what the future might hold. For the first time in a long time, she was happy to be thinking about a future wherein she wasn't alone.

Bedsprings Arc Pt. 01

My entire fucking family is fucking Evan Rosier. Even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother is fucking Evan Rosier. I don't know what they see in him. Sure, he's gorgeous. I get that. But he's not the charming, innovative genius my mother believes. He's a fraud. He's the smarmiest smarmy bastard in the history of the world. I don't care if he is filthy rich. (His father owns a sugar plantation or two. Thousand. How fucking smarmy can you get?) He's telling them about his yacht, and my mother is cooing. I'm going to be sick. I swear he's toying with me. I'm staring into my lobster bisque, and thinking. Lobster makes me sick. The tepid orange color of the bisque makes me sick. Evan Fucking Rosier makes me sick. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him smirking at me. He stares right at me, smirking his smarmy bastard smirk. I'm not fooled. Every time I look up to glare at him, he's looking away. Perfect timing. He's staring at me up until the moment I look up, and then he's deep in conversation with my grandfather, or passing my brother the salt, or whispering sweetly to his sister. Either he's toying with me, or I'm going batshit fucking insane. "But Evanne," my mother purrs, gesticulating with a perfect, manicured hand over her lobster bisque the color of diarrhea mixed with milk. Evanne, he introduces himself, as if it were French. It's not French, I tell them. His name is Evan. I am ignored. Evanne. I'm going to be sick. "Surely Paris gets tiring." "Oh, I can't stand it," Evan purrs back. He's faking it. He's got to be faking it. "All that charm and magnificent food. It's awful. I can't wait to leave." They laugh, as if it's some magnificent joke. I can't believe this. No one person is capable of these sheer amounts of smarm. "Besides," he says, "those Parisian women can't compare to my schnookums." And then he kisses my sister. Who giggles. My five-foot-ten fucking amazon of a sister, who is a disgustingly successful psychiatrist in New York City, is giggling at her smarmy bastard of a husband. This is not my sister. This is a giggling alien clone who has been sent here as a replacement of my sister, from some bright pastel version of hell. My sister would castrate any man who touched her. And now there is nuzzling. They are practically snogging at the dinner table, in front of our great-grandmother Amaranta Dean, who is simpering happily at them both. "Oh, aren't they sweet?" she gurgles, her hands shaking as she clasps them in rapture. "I'm going to be sick," I say, and stood. He was smirking at me. I left. I spend the next twenty minutes in the bathroom, staring at the soapsuds on the sink, and trying to stop thinking about E. F. Rosier. I look in the mirror and I see my own, familiar face morph into his visage of evil. His nose, his eyes, his lips, and he's smirking at me again. I don't look in the mirror. He's staying with us at our family home on the lake. We all are, like we do every summer. I hate summer. I hate my family. I hate Evan Rosier. He's been smirking at me all week. I hear giggling in the corridor. I hate giggling. After a moment, I recognize the giggling as my mother's. This travesty is too much to bear. I open the door. They're walking up the stairs, and she's leaning on him, since she's had too much to drink. They're whispering. I feel something rise in my throat and get stuck there. Evan Fucking Rosier is flirting with his mother-in-law. And his mother-in-law--my mother--is leaning on him and giggling. He sees me. He smirks. I indulge in a very satisfying little fantasy of wrapping my hands around the perfect, honey-tanned skin at his throat and watching him choke and die. "Matthew," he says to me. "Please die," I respond. They both start laughing at me. Fucking laughing. I slam the door to my room like a petulant teenager. I am not a petulant teenager. I am a petulant twenty-something who is failing out of law school. I hate him with a wild, single-minded obsession, like the opposite of a schoolgirl with a crush. I want to cover notebooks with his name so that I can burn them, and only then will I stop thinking of him. There's a notebook and a pen in my hand. I look down at the page. Matthew Dean Please Die Rosier, it says. I stare. Mathew Dean Fucking Please-Die Rosier. I crumple the sheet and then shred it. I am completely batshit fucking insane. My sister's room is next to mine. Our beds share a wall. I can hear it, as he fucks her. The force of their bed hitting the wall shakes my bed on the other side. I can hear my sister moaning. The whole fucking house can hear my sister moaning. They're having really, really, damn good sex. I can hear the bedsprings shrieking as he fucks her. I feel like bedsprings. I imagine that he's fucking me. I hear her scream his name. It's not on my lips. It's not. Evan. Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier. I can hear the bats in my own belfry, and they sound like the shrieking of the bedsprings. I dream that he's fucking my whole fucking family, on my sister's bed. All of them, even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother, piled on my sister's bed, and the shrieking of the bedsprings. My eyes open and the sunlight is lurking through the venetian blinds like an early-morning burglar. The early bird may get the worm, but the early burglar gets thrown in jail. Someone should inform the sun. Who the fuck would want to get up early for worms, anyway? Fucking bats. Probably. I stagger into the bathroom, and there he is. Completely fucking naked in the bathroom I share with my sister. There's a toothbrush in his mouth. He smirks at me around the toothbrush. Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier is ass-naked in my bathroom, fresh from banging my sister. I can feel my own brain cells committing ritual suicide inside my head, with little death screams sending twitches of pain through my skull. I close the bathroom door and stand there staring at the wood two inches from my face. He opens it. Smirks. The toothbrush is gone. "Are you coming in," he asks, "or are you going to let me out?" "Please fucking die," I manage to say. Naked Fucking Evan Please-Die Rosier. He takes a step closer. "I don't see you moving." I move, backwards. I am not staring. I wonder how many brain cells I can lose before I become comatose. E. F. P.-D. Rosier is the sadistic scientific experiment which is testing this. He steps forward. I can smell the peppermint on his breath. He walks into my sister's room. Leaves the door open. I walk into the bathroom. Stare at the soap suds on the sink. There are two toothbrushes on the sink. One is my sister's. One is mine. Mine is wet. He used my fucking toothbrush. "You fucking bastard!" I shout. My brother James leans in the bathroom door. James Fucking Dean. This atrocity can only be blamed on my mother. "Matty?" "Don't fucking call me Matty." "What's mum told you about profaning before breakfast?" "I learned all the profanity I know from mum." "But not before breakfast." "Get the fuck out of the bathroom," I say. I shove him out, then slam the door. I stare at the two toothbrushes on the sink. Sharing someone's toothbrush seems like the oral equivalent of French kissing. I'm going to have to get a new toothbrush, and keep it under lock and key. I brush my teeth with some toothpaste on my fingertip. I throw the desecrated toothbrush in the trash can. I walk down to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of juice. I look out the window to the porch and immediately regret it. Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier is breathing on my nineteen-year-old brother James Fucking Dean. Their faces are six inches apart. Evan Rosier is seducing my brother. I can see them on my sister's bed. Fucking. He's been here a week and he's already fucked my whole family, except me. I'm not fooled by him. He's fucked my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother. He's fucked my dog, and I don't even have a dog. But not me. Me he smirks at, but he'll never fuck me. I push open the screen door. "What are you doing?" James jumps. Evan Fucking Rosier just smirks at me. "He had something in his eye." "Bullshit." "Well, in that case," Evan F. P.-D. Rosier wraps his arms around his brother-in-law. "I was whispering sweet nothings in his ear." James is as infatuated by this bastard as the rest of my family. He melts. I'm going to be sick again. Evan's eyes are on mine. They're deep blue, lapis lazuli blue, and he's smirking. Smirking as he runs his hand down my brother's body. Smirking as he glides a finger into the hem of my brother's jeans. I'm still holding the glass of juice. I'm going to drop it. I can feel my brain cells beginning a mass exodus out my ears. "Careful," Evan says, taking the glass from me. James very nearly collapses at the sudden lack of molestation. He takes a drink then hands it back to me. I can see the impression of his lips on the glass. "Please die," I tell him. "You keep saying that." "You're not dead yet." "You've had ample opportunity to murder me." I throw the rest of the juice in his face. It was contaminated, anyway. I walk inside. "Did you hear them last night?" My aunt gossips, as I enter the den. Trudy, my mother's only unmarried sister. My mother's only sister with less than three marriages. My mother killed her first two husbands, probably with arsenic. The third, she still complains, died of a heart attack during copulation on their wedding night. And the simpering fourth she leads around on an invisible leash like a fucking lapdog. My mother's eldest sister is currently on her ninth honeymoon. Her tenth husband will be Evan Fucking Rosier. "How could I not?" I steal a fried egg and a piece of toast from my mother's plate, which she's forgotten. She's bickering with my grandfather over what to name the baby. Evan and Val Rosier's nonexistant hypothetical demonspawn offspring. "You don't name an antichrist," I interrupt. "Just call him the Beast. Evil Widdle Beastie-kins, for short." "Matthew," my mother scolds. When I die and go to hell, I fully expect to be tormented in Hell by Evan and Val Fucking Please-Die Rosier's demonspawn offspring, Beastie-kins Rosier. This fact will be the only thing preventing me from suicide at the thing's hypothetical birth. Fortunately, my sister is not a child-bearing woman. IF, by some horrific chance, she becomes impregnanted, I will take it upon myself to destroy her and the parasite in her womb before it can grow. For her own good, and for the sake of the world. People are talking, and organizing their day. Evan Rosier takes a seat on the couch by my great grandmother Amaranta. He's wearing a clean shirt. I can't bear to watch. "Matthew, darling," my mother flutters. I hate that tone of voice. I hate being called darling. "Margarita isn't feeling well today, and we need some things at the store. Be a dear, would you?" I don't want to tell her we haven't had a housekeeper named Margarita since I was in high school. Our housekeeper's name is Lucy. "Mum, I can't drive." "Then get someone to take you, darling." "I'll take him," says Evan Please-Die Rosier. "No," I say, glaring. "Oh, Evanne, thank you so much. Matthew, sweetie, the list is on the fridge. I left money in the cookie jar." "No," I repeat. "He can fucking go alone." "But you know the brands I like, darling." And my mother flutters out the door. The room is empty, except for my great grandmother Amaranta, who is playing cat's cradle with Evan Rosier. "Ready?" he asks me. "We'll take my truck." "Amaranta knows the brands she likes. Take her." He looks at my great-grandmother, then smirks at me. "So how is it you're not only still living with your parents, but you also don't know how to drive?" I twitch. I bet my mother knows where I could get some arsenic. She could also probably tell me how much I'd need to kill six feet two inches of E. F. Rosier. "You coming, sweet cheeks?" He heads for the door. I follow, hating my life. "Please just die." He unlocks the car door and opens it for me. "You could grab the wheel as we're driving over a bridge, send us both to a watery grave." I get in. The truck is pretty crappy, for someone who owns a yacht. I tell him so. "What?" He laughs, patting the dashboard. "My baby's got personality." "Cars shouldn't have personality," I say. "Cars should just fucking work." He starts the car. Smirks at me. I swear it's his natural fucking facial expression, but I've never seen him smirking at anyone else. Just me. He's tormenting me, because I'm not fooled by him. Because I'm not fucking him. I'm not fucking Evan Rosier. I sit stiffly in his cluttered car. There's a fucking hula dancer on his dashboard, swinging her faded green plastic skirt. We pass over a bridge and he smirks at me, as if to offer the wheel, if I'd like to grab it. I look away from him, out the window. I hate cars. I'm going to be sick. "I hope we didn't keep you up last night." I don't look up. I know he's smirking. I've developed a sixth sense for it. Smirk radar. "You mean when you were fucking my sister? The whole house heard you." "Oh," he says. "You know. Newlyweds." "Bullshit. She's going to divorce you within the year. Within the month." He smirks. "Wanna bet?" I'm a penniless college student. I'm failing law school. And my sister was giggling. "Fine," I say. "She'll divorce you within a month. And if she does..." I think a moment. "If she doesn't castrate you, I will." He laughs. "Vindictive little bitch, aren't you, sweet cheeks?" I twitch. "Name your terms." "Done. If she doesn't divorce me, you'll let me take you out to dinner." You have got to be fucking kidding me. Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier just asked me out. "Please die," I say. My voice doesn't sound like a whimper. "Deal?" "Did you seriously just fucking ask me out on a date?" "Yes." "I'm straight. You're married. To my sister." "So?" He smirks at me. "Eyes on the doggam road!" "Doggam?" I twitch. "God-damn. Eyes on the god-damn road." He drives, but I can see him smirking out of the corner of my eye. "Dyslexic much? "Please fucking die." "You keep saying that. I wonder if you know what it means." He pulls up at the supermarket and cuts the engine. "So do we have a bet?" "She's going to divorce you." "Well?" "Fine," I snarl. "Done. But I'm not sleeping with you." He's laughing at me. I slam the car door. I hate Evan Fucking Rosier. He follows me. "Does my sister know you're cheating on her with every single member of my fucking family?" "Of course." "Even the dog." He smirks, bemused. "Your family doesn't have a dog." "Even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother Amaranta." "Hey," he laughs. "Don't underestimate her ability in bed just because of her age." I'm going to be sick. I send him in search of milk, because it's on the opposite side of the supermarket. When he returns, I send him to get eggs. Eggs are next to the milk. His pants are too fucking tight. I hope they're cutting off circulation to his balls. He keeps his mouth shut as I pay, and carries the groceries out to the car. I want to ask why Evan Fucking Owns-A-Yacht Rosier lets me pay for the groceries, but I don't want to give him an excuse to start talking again. "So what about you?" he asks, helping me put away the groceries. "Law school?" "Are you trying to make small talk?" "I'm just wondering if you're going to be the lawyer on the divorce case. And if you take bribes." "I'm still in school. So no. I won't." He leans on the refrigerator door as I put things away. "Got a boyfriend?" I twitch. "No, I do not have a girlfriend, thanks for asking, please die." He hands me a carton of eggs. "Gotcha. Virgin?" I drop the eggs. I fucking hate that word. "No," I snarl, picking up the carton. All but two of the eggs are broken. I put the carton in the fridge. He's smirking at me. "I hate you," I tell him. "I can tell," he replies. I close the fridge. He opens it. Removes the carton of eggs. Starts salvaging the contents. "Hungry?" "I hope you get salmonella," I say. "Grab the bread for me, would you? We need toast." "I'm not eating anything you cook." He smirks at me. "I made breakfast." "Oh. Fucking fantastic. More eggs. With toast." "Sure. And the tomatoes, they're in the fridge." "I know they're in the fridge. I fucking put them there myself." "If we make sandwiches, with some tomatoes and mozzarella, then it's not quite the same as having eggs again. And I don't want these to go to waste. Get the mozzarella. "Why won't you just die?" I hand him the mozzarella. His fingers actually fucking brush mine. He smirks. "You smarmy fucking bastard," I say. "We should go on a picnic," he says. "It's a nice day." "That's a great idea. You go on a picnic. With your wife." "Val's busy." I hate that fucking smirk. I hate Evan Rosier. "Go get my backpack, would you? It's upstairs." "Go fuck yourself," I reply. I walk to the porch and sit. I stare at the peeling paint on the railing. "Ready?" He's carrying his backpack. "Go to Hell." "It's no fun to stay at home by yourself." "Go to Hell," I repeat. "You smarmy fucking bastard." "Come with me," he says. Walks over to the rowboat. Deposits the bag. Walks back over to me. "Are you coming?" "Please die," I say. I am so fucking surprised when he slings me over his shoulder, that we are halfway to the boat before I start my efforts to kick him in the balls. "Fucking put me down, you grandmother-fucking son of a fucking monkey-ass bastard!" I yell. He drops me. In the boat. I lose my balance and sit down hard, narrowly missing a fall into the lake. He shoves off, before I can scramble back to the dock. I don't move. I hate boats. I hate water. I'm going to die. I'm going to die in a boat with Evan Fucking Rosier. I hate boats. I'm going to be sick. He rows out to the islands. He's as good at rowing as he is at fucking, and I boat is like the bed on which he fucks my sister. He takes his shirt off as he rows. I watch his muscles rippling. He fucking gleams in the sunlight, like he's fucking Adonis. I can hear the bedsprings from here. I start planning his death. His death once we're back on solid ground, that is. I think electrocution might be nice. It has such an accidental appearance to it. Make it seem like suicide. Hell, I'd commit suicide if I were married to my sister. She's an inch taller than I am. He jumps out and pulls the boat onto the shore of a little island with a quiet beach. His pants look even tighter when wet. My surviving brain cells have banded together in a vicious little tribe. Each one is single-mindedly intent on the death of Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier. I get out of the boat once it's safely up on shore. I'm going to be sick. He stretches his incredible fucking torso. I'm not staring. I'm not watching as he kicks off his pants. I don't care that he has the finest ass I've ever seen. I don't care that he's hung like it ought to be a fucking crime. I feel dizzy. I sit down on the sand. "Join me for a swim?" He asks. "I think I'm going to be sick," I say. He plunges into the water. I'm not watching this. I'm not watching the water sliding over his body, like he's fucking the god-damn lake. He walks out of the water with the sun glittering on him. My mouth is dry. "Hungry?" he asks, like he's not standing over me like some kind of fucking greek god. Ass-fucking-naked. I'm incapable of speech. He opens his backpack, spreads a blanket in the shade. The members of my little tribe of brain cells are having seizures. I am staring at his ass. "Sweetcheeks?" He smirks at me over his shoulder. "You coming?" I can't take it anymore. I go for his throat. We hit the ground, and I'm straddling his lap, both hands around his neck. He puts his hands over mine. "Higher," he says, moving my hands. "Use your thumbs to press in here." You have got to be fucking kidding me. I'm straddling Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier, who is naked, and he's telling me how to strangle him. I stare at him. I'm not sure how my tongue got down his throat. I'm not sure what his hand is doing down my shirt. I'm not sure if that's me moaning, but it's loud. He rolls us over, pins me down, so that I know he's the one in charge. He kisses me like he's starving and I'm some kind of creamy dessert. He's fucking devouring my mouth. My pants are suddenly very fucking tight. It doesn't help that I can feel his cock poking into my thigh. I want it in my mouth. I push him, and he rolls off me, letting me, watching me. He sits, naked and glorious in full sunlight, cheeks flushed, hair ruffled, cock standing at attention. He smirks, smarmy fucking bastard that he is. I can't stand it. I kiss him again, and it's rough and hot and bruising. He pulls off my shirt as I pull away. I close my lips around that obscenely gorgeous cock of his, and he fucking growls, pushing my head down with a hand in my hair. "Take your pants off," he says. I don't know how he's managing complete sentences. I can't manage complete sentences, and no one's sucking my cock. I take my pants off. I see him smirk, and then he pulls me down again so fast his cock hits me in the nose. I'd object, but my mouth is full. I can tell from the sounds that he's making that he's enjoying the view. I can also tell he's still smirking. He keeps jerking his hips up and pulling my head down. He's fucking my mouth so hard I'm going to choke. I'm also probably going to fucking enjoy it. He pulls me off before he comes, and shoves me down on my back. I lick my lips and he's kissing me again, with his hand between my legs doing things I didn't think were possible with human fingers. He's fucking talented, and my mind is goo. The last of the braincells has died. He lets me go, and it's a physical shock so sudden I fucking whimper. He grabs the bag, digs through it. Condoms. Lube. Only Evan Fucking Rosier would be carrying a bottle of lube on a picnic with his wife's younger brother. Bastard was planning this. He grabs me, pulls me back into the shade, onto the blanket. He's on top of me again, and I can tell I'm going to have a huge hickey where he's sucking on my neck, and I don't care if my great-fucking-grandmother Amaranta sees it, as long as he doesn't stop. I can feel his hand on my shoulder and it's real, solid. His lips on my collarbone are euphoric, and I feel each indentation on his teeth as he bites. I'm fucking Evan Rosier. I can hear the distant sound of bedsprings. I know what he's planning. I can hear my own voice begging for it, but I still yelp as he forces two fingers up my ass. That lube is fucking cold. My eyes are winced shut, but I'd bet you my life he's smirking right now. Fucking smirking as he finger-fucks me up the ass. He's barely got his hand up there before he pulls it out, grabbing more lube and smearing it on his cock. I stare at it. I don't know when he managed to put on a fucking condom. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I mumble. He smirks. He grabs my hips and just slams into me. I shout, arching a foot off the fucking ground, and I'm swearing like my mother when she's not on her pills, swearing like I'm being fucked up the ass by my sister's husband, swearing like it's breathing. I've forgotten how to breathe. I have Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier's cock in my ass. I realize, as I finally have to stop cursing enough to breath, that he has paused. He hasn't fucking moved since he first slammed into me. I can feel his fingers gripping at my hips, and I'm going to have ten identical bruises there tomorr, but that's nothing to the pain invading my ass. He's smirking at me. Bloody fucking hell. He waits. "You smarmy fucking ba--" I cut this off with another shout of pain, and he's fucking me in earnest now. My hands are clawing at the blanket because it hurts so fucking much, but I can hear myself begging for more, in between the strings of insults. He's on his knees, and I barely notice he's lifted me so that my ass is more than two feet off the ground, the better to fuck me with, as if I'm not screaming already. I realize, somewhere in my pleasure-blazed brain, that I have begun to roll my hips with every thrust, in a way I didn't know I could, so that he can plow further into me, because there's something in me that fucking glows each time he stops with his cock immersed in me, for just a moment before pulling out and doing it again. He hasn't touched my prick since he put on that fucking condom, but suddenly I'm yelling, and I swear they're hearing this all the way to the mainland as I orgasm violently around Evan Fucking Rosier's huge fucking cock. I know I've never had an orgasm this good, and he's still fucking me when it passes, and my hands release the wads of blanket I've been clutching. I realize I'd forgotten how to breathe, and I pant, like a dog, letting him fuck me until I feel him finish inside me. He pulls out and collapses on top of me, tossing the condom aside. Being crushed has never felt so good. He rolls off me. I look up at the leaves of the tree above us. "Now you've fucked my whole fucking family," I say. "Even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother." He drapes an arm over me. I can actually feel the warmth in his smirk, even though I'm not looking at him. "You know why your sister will never divorce me?" I don't want to know. I don't say anything." "We met in a club. A gay club." I blink. "I'm a professional actor," he says. This isn't making any fucking sense. "Your sister's a lesbian." "I heard you," I say. "The whole fucking house heard you." "You should have seen us snickering," he says. "I wasn't even touching her. I slept on the floor." "I felt the fucking bed moving. I heard the bedsprings." He shrugs. "That was me bouncing the bed while Val sat on a chair making noise and trying not to laugh." I can feel the ghosts of my braincells rolling in their graves. "Why?" "Something about an inheritance her grandfather said he'd give her when she married. Didn't think he'd approve of her actual fiance." My world is collapsing in on itself. "You're not fucking my sister." "No." He's smirking. "I'm not fucking your great-grandmother, either." "What about the dog?" "You don't have a dog." "The yacht." "I don't have a yacht. Or any sugar plantations." "You smarmy fucking bastard." I hit him, if only to get him to stop cuddling me. "Is Evan Rosier even your real name?" He laughs. "It's Roswell. Evan Roswell." "I knew you were faking," I say. I'm not grinning. "I knew it." My ass hurts. This time, I'm the one smirking. "Evan Fucking Please-Die Roswell. I like it." He laughs. I can hear bedsprings echoing in my head, and I like it.

Hotel Hooker? Ch. 3

Sue surveyed her image in the bathroom mirror. The maid's dress that she wore was not as revealing as she had imagined, but she had to admit that she still looked very sexy in it. She wore no shoes, underwear or stockings, just the dress itself. The dress came to mid-thigh, showing off her terrific legs. A deep plunging neckline showed plenty of cleavage and the lovely rounded tops and sides of her firm, high tits. Satisfied, Sue left the bathroom to show Tim how she looked. When she entered the den, Sue found Amy already there, and wearing an identical dress. "What's going on here?" Sue demanded, "I thought I was to be the maid." "Well," replied Tim, "I'm afraid that I haven't been completely honest with you." "Okay," Sue's annoyance ebbed when she saw Tim's warm smile, "then tell me what's really going on." "It is an initiation just like I said," Tim stated. "However, there is not one, but two initiates. Amy is one, and you are the other. That is, if you want to." "Well," replied Sue, "why don't you tell me the whole story this time." "Fair enough," Tim began, "the initiation of both men and women are almost the same. Women are initiated dressed as maids, and men as butlers. Both begin the evening serving drinks, hors d'oeuvre and basically being felt up. The guest can only use their hands, and are allowed to touch you where you can be reached without removing clothes. Initiates may only touch guests with his or her hands. After everyone has had a chance to relax, and cop a feel or two the initiate, or in this case, initiates are lead to the center of the room where they are stripped by their sponsor. Which in this case is me." "Sounds like great fun to me," Amy interrupted, "come on Sue. You're going to do it aren't you?" "After they're naked," Tim resumed, "the man who won first blow job steps forward. The girl then kneels and blows him till he cums. She usually shows her cum filled mouth to the assembled group then swallows. Then she lies on her back, and asks for her first fuck. Occasionally, someone wants it doggy style. However, since you can see your audience better on your back, and the audience can see you just fine either way, most prefer missionary. Anyway, after her first fuck and suck the girl is in. From then on she does whoever and whatever she wishes. So, are you going to join us?" "Okay," Sue replied, "let me get this straight, you got me out here to strip me, and have me suck off and fuck two strangers in front of a group of other strangers? And then you expect me to continue having sex with those same strangers?" Tim grinned and nodded. Sue grinned back and added, "okay, so how do you decide whom we suck and fuck first?" "A deck of cards is spread out face down on a table," Tim told her, "and all of the eligible men draw cards at the same time." "What do you mean, eligible," Sue interrupted, "doesn't everyone have a chance?" "No," Tim resumed, "the sponsor in not eligible. We figure he has already had his, so someone else should have a turn now. Besides the sponsor, the guys who won last time are out. That way we can spread the first times around a bit better. Of course, if it's a man being initiated the women draw using the same rules. Anyway, when there are two initiates we use two decks one color or design for each initiate. Ace gets first fuck, and king gets first suck. If more than one ace or king is drawn, it goes by suit. Does that answer your question, Sue?" "Yes thank you," Sue replied with a bright smile. Amy walked up to Sue, took the blonde girl's hand, put it up under her own dress and said; "Feel how wet I am just thinking about sucking and fucking those guys tonight." Sue's finger touched Amy's dripping wet cunt. She smiled at her young friend and announced loudly "You're such a slut." While Sue's searching fingers were confirming Amy's wetness, Amy had slipped a hand under Sue's dress only to discover that the pretty blond was ever bit as wet as she was. Smiling warmly at the older girl, Amy panted softly, "Seems that I'm not the only slut in this room." Amy's fingers brushed across Sue's clit and found the dripping entrance to her love tunnel. At the same time, Sue slipped two fingers deep into Amy's honey hole, then pulled the younger woman closer and kissed her passionately. Amy found the zipper at the back of Sue's dress, and in a flash had the zipper down and the dress off. As soon as Sue was stripped, Amy dropped to her knees, pushed Sue's legs apart and licked the blonde's stiff clit. No sooner had Amy had started licking Sue's pussy when Tim came up behind her and cupped her naked tits. Sue felt Tim's hard, bare cock press against the crack of her exposed ass; she hadn't even been aware that he had taken his clothes off. Moving involuntarily, Sue's hips swayed back and forth. Forward to meet Amy's probing tongue, back to grind against Tim's gently thrusting dick. "I agree with Amy, there is a second slut in this room," Tim chided softly, "one who wants and needs to join our little group." As he spoke, Tim gently shoved Sue to her knees, pushed her legs farther apart, and slid his rock hard erection into her sopping wet, willing womanhood. "Yes Tim," Sue panted, her desire overruling all else, "I am a slut too. Fuck me, fuck me hard darling. I do want to join. I want to be fucked now, and fucked later in front of your whole club. " When Tim lowered Sue to the floor, Amy got out of the way and out of her dress. Once Sue was in the doggy style position, Amy slid headfirst under the copulating couple. As soon as their point of union was within reach, the horny eighteen-year-old began to lick her new friend's clit and as much of her brother's cock as was exposed. Tim let out a series of loud grunts as his sister licked his shaft and sucked his balls. Sue's cries of pleasure became muffled as she lowered her head between Amy's widely spread thighs and stuck her tongue into the young brunette's steamy snatch. Tim's massive erections slammed mercilessly in and out of Sue's lust sodden pleasure tunnel. At the same time, Sue was alternating between sucking on Amy's blood engorged clit and lapping up the sweet nectar the flowed like honey from the horny young cunt below her. Though laying down on the job, Amy was anything but idle. She was switching her attention back and forth. Sometimes licking her brother's cunt cream coated cock. Then his cum swollen balls and finally back to Sue's dripping well-fucked pussy. Animal sounds filled the air as the randy trio fucked and sucked. Sue was the first to explode. She raised her head in an inarticulate scream as her body was racked by a powerful orgasm. Even as the first waves of intense pleasure broke over her, she resume sucking the tasty twat below her with renewed vigor. Amy wailed out an orgasm of her own even as Sue resumed her cunt lapping. "Oh big brother, don't cum yet," Amy pleaded, "I need to be fucked so bad." As Sue's orgasm ebbed, Tim pulled his still hard dick from her dripping pussy and pointed it at Amy's mouth, "Suck this clean little sis," he ordered, "and I'll fuck you till you scream." Sue moved out of the way, and Amy quickly licked her brother's cock clean of cunt cream. When she had finished her cock cleaning Amy demanded, "Lay on your back Timmy, I want to ride you cock like a cowgirl slut." Tim was on his back in no time. Swift to straddle him, Amy grabbed his stiff ramrod and placed it at the entrance of her seething love tunnel. Pushing down hard to fully impale her twat on Tim's massive cock, Amy then bounced up and down furiously on her brother's pulsing pecker causing both brother and sister groaned loudly at the intense pleasure of their union. "Ride me little sister," Tim panted, "fuck my hard cock with your beautiful, tight pussy. Come here Suzy. Sit on my face. I want to taste your sweet cunt." "You two are so fucking hot," Sue chuckled, as she maneuvered her dripping snatch over Tim's eager mouth, "I just love watching you fuck you own brother. Makes me wish I had a brother to fuck too." "So I'll adopt you as a sister," Amy retorted, "then we can both fuck our brother. Now shut up and kiss me, I'm almost ready to cum." Tim was in heaven; as the girls above him tongue fucked each other's mouths, he was tongue fucking Sue's tasty twat, and dick fucking his sister's. Minutes, hours, days passed, none of the three could say how long they fucked. Finally, the two women broke their kiss just long enough to scream out their mutual orgasm. Almost as if on cue, both women yelled "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming." As the last sound died in their throats, the horny duo resumed sucking face as they rode out their mutual orgasm. "Oh fuck," Amy screamed, "Timmy's about to cum too." With that, she leaped off here brother's dick, spun around and took it into her mouth. "Fill her mouth with your cum, Tim," Sue called, "cum in your slutty sister's mouth. Drink his cum you slut. Drink it all down." Tim's cock began to spurt into his sister's willing mouth. Blast after blast entered Amy's mouth, but Amy did not swallow. She held her brother's sweet cream in her mouth until he stopped shooting and his cock softened. Then she stood up, went to Sue, took her friend's face in her hands and tilted Sue's head back. Sue, realizing what Amy intended, opened her mouth wide to receive Amy's gift. Amy then let a large dollop of Tim's cum drop into Sue's open mouth. The two women french-kised and continued for a moment or two to share Tim's cum. "You said that I should share next time," Amy told her Sue with a broad grin. Sue, who was smiling just as much replied, "Yes I did. That was the tastiest kiss I have ever had." "That was great ladies," Tim interjected, "but if we don't start getting ready for the party, we won't be ready when our guests arrive. THE PARTY After several hours of preparation all was ready the party. "Remember," Tim admonished his two maids, "kiss each guest as you greet them. Long lingering kisses are not necessary, but tongues are definitely permitted." Sue and Amy took turns greeting the arrivals. The club members were arriving in groups of two or three, either Sue or Amy would greet them at the door, kiss each new arrival for several seconds, and then escort them to the large drawing room. During their time as door maids, both girls found that all of the men, and most of the women felt them up during their greeting kiss; and several hands, both male and female, found their way under the girl's dresses. All in all, both Sue and Amy had thoroughly enjoyed meeting and greeting their guests. Even though everyone who came to the party was a stranger to Sue, it was apparent that Amy knew most of them. In fact, Amy introduced one couple as her Aunt Tracy and Uncle Bob. Aunt Tracy was her mother's younger sister. During the next hour or so, Sue and Amy served drinks, and chatted with the guests. They watched as various groups of people stroked and petted each other in a variety of ways without actually removing any article of clothing. Both girls had been caressed, fondled and fingered by virtually every hand at the party, and were now so horny they felt they'd go crazy if they didn't cum soon. At one point Sue and Amy both wound up in the kitchen at the same time. "How do you like the party so far Amy?" Sue asked. "I always knew I would be a slut," Amy replied, "but I didn't realize how big a slut until now. Come here and feel how wet I am." Sue moved closer to her friend, and reached up under her dress. "My God you little slut," Sue breathed excitedly, as her fingers touched Amy's cunt, "you're dripping like a faucet." "I know," Amy returned. Pulling Sue closer she added, "finger me darling, make me cum quick." In an instant, the women were locked in a passionate French kiss. Each had a pair of fingers deep within the other's dripping cunt. Both women were so hot from the evening's activities that it only took a moment for the horny pair to cum. Realizing that they had been gone longer then they should, the girls picked up their trays and hurried back to the party. Several of the guests winked and smiled knowingly when the women, flushed from their recent orgasm, returned. Just about that time, Tim stood up in the front of the room and announced loudly, "Ladies and Gentlemen, our initiates have returned and it's time to start the ceremony. Sue, Amy if you would put your trays down and come here please so we can get started." A little nervous, and a lot excited, Sue and Amy joined Tim in the front of the room. When Tim positioned his charges in front of and on either side of him, he continued, "First the unveiling." Tim stepped behind Amy. In a swift quick motion, he unzipped her dress and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress slid smoothly to the floor in a puddle around Amy's feet. Seconds later he did the same for Sue. The two women stood side by side, naked, erect and proud before the assembled guests. "Will the two men who drew kings step forward please? Show me your cards please gentlemen. Hearts in front of Sue, clubs in front of Amy," Tim called. The Initiation "Sue, this is Greg," Tim introduced, "and Amy I believe that you already know Chuck." Both women smiled and greeted their partners with a quiet hello. "Ladies," Tim continued, "to your knees. Gentlemen drop your pants. Let the games begin. Remember girls this in not a race, it's a show. You're here to give pleasure to the cocks that you're sucking, and the people watching. In no time at all two hot mouths had engulfed two hard cocks. Amy was thrilled to be on her knees sucking cock in front of the club. She had been dreaming of this moment since the first time she had seen on of her parent's videos. Now her dream had come true. Chuck groaned loudly as Amy's talented tongue licked the underside of his cock. Then she slid his hard pole back into her mouth. Soon she had set up a rhythm of alternate licking and sucking. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Sue was busily, happily sucking Greg's thick cock. Sue had spent most of her life thinking herself a prude. But here she was, on her knees, sucking cock in front of strangers and thoroughly enjoying it. Sue had begun by thoroughly lick Greg's hard shaft, and then had switch to sucking as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. To Sue's surprise, it did not take long before she felt the cock in her mouth jerk. She knew that Greg was about to cum, so she made the small sound that was their prearranged signal. Amy, hearing the sound, slowed her own sucking, wanting to keep Chuck going for a little longer. A moment later, Greg shot his load into Sue's sucking mouth. Sue held Greg's squirting cock in her mouth until he stopped cumming. Once he was finished shooting, she turned to Amy, pulled her off Chuck's cock, tilted Amy's head back and spat Greg's thick load of cum into the teen's mouth. Amy showed Greg's cum to the cheering crown and swallowed. Quickly, she resumed sucking Chuck's dick. Seconds later, Chuck was empting his swollen balls into Amy's willing mouth. Amy then turned to the waiting Sue and dropped Chuck's creamy seed into the blonde's hungry mouth. As Amy had done, Sue showed the cum to the crowd before swallowing. Almost as soon as Sue swallowed her mouthful of cum, mats were thrown on the floor; and two more naked men appeared. After quick introductions, both girls lay flat on their back, spread-eagled and loudly announcing that they were ready to fuck. Bill knelt between Amy's creamy thighs and gazed lustily at her dripping snatch. "Man, I gotta eat me some of this before I fuck it. It's been years since I ate eighteen-year-old pussy." Amy smiled up at the man between her legs, "Taste my pussy Bill. Eat my eighteen-year-old cunt." Bill was as good as his word. In no time at all, he had Amy moaning and writhing in pleasure as he sucked the teen's clit and lapped up the honeyed cream that flowed from Amy's seething cunt. Meanwhile, next to Amy and Bill, Steve was already busily licking Sue's hot honey hole. She was already close to orgasm when Steve began to eat her pussy. It only took a moment or two to push her over the brink; Sue gasped and shuddered as she came. "Fuck me Steve," she begged, "fuck me. I need your hard cock in me now." Soon both couples were fucking wildly. Grunting and moaning sounds filled the room. Around them, the watching, cheering crowd were stripping, fondling and groping one another. By the time Sue and Amy were having their first fuck induced orgasms; a half a dozen couples were fucking, but still a position to watch the show. After a time of hard pussy pounding, Greg and Chuck shouted almost together and each filled a well fucked pussy with hot cock cream. Amy and Sue had planned for this too. Sue got up and squatted over Amy's face. She spread her pussy lips wide, squeezed her cunt muscles and pushed a large dollop of Greg's cum into Amy's greedy mouth. The crowd cheered loudly as Amy gobbled up the creamy mixture. As soon as Amy licked and sucked Sue's pussy clean the two girls changed places. Sue opened her mouth up wide to accept Chuck's cum from Amy's well fucked snatch. She watched as the creamy goo oozed out of the eighteen-year-old's cunt. Sticking out her tongue, Sue caught the first blob of mixed fuck juice and swallowed it down. She had wanted to eat cum out of Amy's pussy ever since she heard the girl talk about watching a video of her mother and aunt eating cum from each other's cunts. This was the first time Sue tasted the combined flavors cunt and cock cream, and she knew she would taste it again, and again. If she had her way, she would taste the mixture often. By the time she finished cleaning Amy's pussy, the entire crowd in the room was either fucking, sucking or eating pussy. The next couple of hours were something of a blur to Sue. She lost count of the number of cocks and pussies she fucked or sucked. It seemed like her mouth, her pussy or both were always busy. Finally, tired, sated and needing to pee Sue, headed for the bathroom. When she got there she found a crowd. Amy's Aunt Tracy was naked and kneeling in the bathtub. Standing above her were two men, Sue watched in surprise as the men peed on Tracy. Tracy opened her mouth wide under the stream of one man. When her mouth was full of his piss, she swallowed it down. Turning to the other man, she swallowed a mouthful of his hot yellow nectar. Tracy continued to repeat the process until both men were drained. As soon as the two men finished, they were replaced by a man and a woman. Before the next couple could begin, Tracy held up her hand in a sign to wait. "Amy," she called, "come join me in the tub. Your mom used to love to share pee with me, I bet you‘ll like it too." Somewhat to Sue's surprise, Amy did not hesitate for more then a few seconds. As she climbed into the tub, Amy looked at her friend and said with a smile, "My mom loved doing this, I'm sure I will too." Amy knelt down next to her aunt and said, "I'm ready guys. Let us have it." Once Amy was in place the man and woman let loose their piss streams. The woman pissed all over Tracy, the man aimed his first shot straight at Amy's twat. His piss moved up Amy's body, peeing first on one tit then the other. Amy opened her mouth as the man's piss steam reached her face. Soon the eighteen-year-old's mouth was full of his golden nectar, Amy swallowed several times before he went dry. Sue had watched in awe for several moments. She decided that if Amy could do it, so could she, so she climbed into the tub with the woman and the girl. Once in the bath, Sue knelt down next to and facing Amy. Almost immediately Sue felt warm liquid splashing down her back, she turned to find that it was Tracy. She had stood and was aiming her pee at Sue and then at Amy. Sue opened her mouth to receive Tracy's hot piss, but she did not really expect to enjoy it; but she did. What a slut I've turned out to be, thought Sue. I can't believe that I'm drinking pee, and liking it. While Sue was still drinking from Tracy's golden fountain, she felt several more hot piss streams hit her body. Time stood still for Sue as all of the remaining guests took their turns pissing on the three girls. Each of the three drank pee, took mouthfuls and spit it all over each other and spat it in each others' mouths. It was the club's regular routine to end the night's session with a piss orgy. As each guest emptied their bladder, they said good night and took their leave of the party. Finally, the only people left in the room were Tim and the girls in the tub. Tim smiled kindly at his aunt, "Not tonight Aunt Tracy, tonight my pee is all for these two. I promise to shower you next time." "That's okay," Tracy replied, "I'm kind of full anyway." "Would you like a shower before you go?" Tim asked. "No dear, just hand me a towel so I won't make a mess walking through the house. I want to take some of tonight's fun home with me." With that Tracy grabbed the proffered towel and said good night. "Timmy," Amy cooed, "are you going to pee on your two sluts?" "Are you my slut, little sister?" "Yes big brother, I belong to you." "What about you Suzie, are you my slut too?" "Yes Timmy, I'm your slut too. Come on darling, pee on your two little piss whores." "Okay sluts," Tim commanded, "start kissing." When the girls kissed, Tim let go a torrent of pent up urine. A strong flow hit the two girls in the face. Both turned and opened their mouths. Tim was pissing so hard that he filled both of their mouths in seconds. Each swallowed and drank again and again. Tim aimed his steam at their tits, moved to their pussies and finally back to their thirsty mouths. When Tim finally finished, the three took a quick showered together and staggered off to the huge king-sized bed in the master bedroom. Exhausted, all were soon asleep. Sue was the first to awaken the next morning. She was lying cuddled up to Tim on his left side. Opening her eyes and lifting her head, she saw that Amy was cuddled up on his right. Sliding her hand down his chest, Sue learned that Tim was sporting a morning hard-on. Tim stirred slightly as Sue caressed his hard cock. She moved down his body and engulfed his erection with her hot mouth. This caused Tim to moan softly. The sound made Amy stirred. She looked down and saw what Sue was doing. "Good morning sister slut," Amy purred, "I see my brother is ready as always. Mind if I join you?" Sue took her mouth off Tim's cock and replied, "Not at all sweetheart, I love sharing our brother's cock with my slutty baby sister." Amy smiled and moved into position opposite Sue, and took her brother's hard cock into her mouth. Tim opened his eyes to the erotic sight of his pretty eighteen-year-old sister's hot mouth engulfing his erection, while the beautiful Sue licked his shaft and balls. The two girls lovingly shared his cock, French kissing whenever their lips neared. After several minutes of oral loving Tim announced, "My cock needs a pussy. First slut on her knees gets first fuck." Quick as a wink Amy was on her knees, her pretty ass in the air. "Me, big brother, me first, fuck me first." "Alright sweetie," Tim chuckled, "but you have to eat Sue's pussy while I fuck you." Amy turned her head and smiled at her brother as his throbbing erection penetrated her fiery love tunnel. "You command I obey darling. Come big sister, feed me you sweet pussy." Sue moved her pussy below Amy's face and gasped with pleasure as she felt Amy's talented mouth work its magic. "God you're such a slut," Sue moaned, "you have your big brother's cock in your cunt and your big sister's cunt in your mouth. Fuck her Tim; fuck the little whore until she screams in my pussy." It didn't take long. Between Sue's hot sex talk, her tasty twat and Tim's hard pounding cock, Amy was soon screaming her orgasm into Sue's fuck hole. After Amy's orgasm subsided, she moved off Tim's still hard cock and move up Sue's body until the girls were face to face. "So you think I'm a whore and a slut huh?" Sue nodded. "Well I'll show you who's a whore and a slut. Taste you own pussy bitch." With that, Amy pressed her mouth to Sue's and forced her tongue into the older woman's mouth. Amy broke the kiss and turned to Tim. "Now big brother, stick your hard cock into this whore's wet cunt." Tim, of course, was more than happy top oblige, and in an instant had slammed his manhood to the hilt in Sue's sopping wet pussy. Amy was not yet content. She pushed Sue onto her back and straddled her face. "Suck this slut," she commanded, "eat my pussy like the dirty little slut that you are." Sue had been caught off guard by Amy's sudden commands, but Tim's hard thrusting cock and the taste of Amy's freshly fucked pussy had Sue quickly on the road to orgasm. Talking was quickly replaced with more animalistic sounds as the trio reach climax. Sue and Amy came almost simultaneously. Tim held out just long enough to order both girls to lie next to each other and open mouth French kiss. Amy and Sue lovingly shared Tim's load as he fired cum blasts at first one mouth, then the other. Some of Tim's love cream landed straight in a waiting mouth, some of it landed on noses, cheeks and chins; but wherever it went, all that did not go into a mouth was lovingly cleaned from one face by the other girl's tender tongue. Monetarily satisfied, the three lovers lay entangled in each others arms. After several moments, Amy was the first one to break the silence. "Timmy," she purred, "I think you need to marry Sue and really make her my big sister. Fucking with the club will be fun from time to time, but I know I want to share our love bed with her all of the time. She makes me feel as special and loved as you do." "I'm glad you feel that way baby sis. I knew from the first, that she was the one I have been looking for. What about it Sue? Will you marry me, and become the queen of my heart?" Tears welled up in Sue's eyes. She had never felt this way before, and she had never known anyone like Tim and his sister before. Sue also realized that it was this kind of relationship that she had always wanted. "Yes Tim, I will marry you and be the queen of your heart, as long as Amy will be the princess of both our hearts'." "Never fear darling, Amy has always been the princess of my heart. Now with you I will have a queen as well." The End

Frank and Cheryl Ch. 03.5: Falling Asleep

Author's Comment: This story is set in the relatively early months of Frank and Cheryl starting their relationship. If you've read the six part series "Frank and Cheryl," then this one would be in between Chapter Three and Chapter Four. \- - - - - - - - - - The travel home had been miserable. Frank had been out on the west coast looking at the possibility of opening up some new franchise locations for his new gym business and what was supposed to have been a six hour non-stop flight home turned out to be an all-day complicated affair. His departure airport had been temporarily shut down due to a bomb threat. Then his non-stop flight ended up having to land half way across the country for some drunken idiot who caused a disturbance so great on the plane that the Air Marshals had to get involved. As a result of both, Frank's six hour non-stop turned into almost sixteen hours of travel. Add three hours on the front end of that for the time he spent working out, getting cleaned up, packing and getting checked through security at his departure airport when it did finally reopen and his day had been almost 20 hours by the time he landed at his home airport. And it wasn't over yet. He still had to get his bag, get out to his car in the long-term parking lot and drive almost an hour. It would have been a longer drive but he was staying at Cheryl's for the night. His trip had kept him away for ten days and it was the longest they'd gone without sex since their first date. He had kept her updated through the day via text and a couple phone calls. She was disappointed that her plans for a long drawn out evening of sex play had been dashed but she was eager to have him in her bed whenever he got there. From Cheryl's perspective, Frank had always been a generous and competent lover and she thoroughly enjoyed every type of sex they enjoyed. Sex was her favorite past time and she never grew bored with it. She wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her or not from anyone else's perspective, but she didn't think so. She was a healthy adult female with a strong sex drive and no shame of it. Her reality was that she slept much better if she wasn't sexually frustrated in any way and although she had a drawer full of toys she could use to release her sexual tensions, nothing satisfied her needs like a good fucking from a real cock. She loved everything about a good stiff erection. She loved the smell (if the man maintained himself like Frank did), the taste, the feeling... in her hands, mouth, pussy or ass. She just loved the throb of a good steely hard cock. And she didn't feel like the evening was complete until she'd made the cock empty itself into or onto her, and she didn't care where. "Not in my eyes," was her one rule. That had happened in the past and stung like hell; not to mention being a challenge to wash out as it congealed. So, she'd spent most of the day looking forward to Frank's arrival, planning on some energetic play. She needed to feel him against her; touch him; taste him; feel him moving inside her. She wanted to feel him unload his seed into her and fall asleep close to him, basking in the comfort of his presence while she felt his warmth spread inside her body. As the day progressed and his travel frustrations grew she adjusted her expectations but still needed to feel him. She needed her man... physically; not just his presence but the connected feeling that only comes from being fully penetrated and then filled. When Frank finally got to her place he was near exhaustion. His bag wasn't heavy but it certainly felt that way on his shoulder as he went up her walk. She opened the door for him before he got to it, so he could step in and put down his bag and carry-on. He turned to her and they embraced. She was wearing just a t-shirt -- one of his. She loved that it smelled like him and because of the difference in their height and size, it covered her just enough to not be indecent, even out in public. If she bent over, that would be another story, especially since she never wore anything under it at home. Frank held her close for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her doing the same, just breathing in her presence and the warmth of her against him. As wonderful as it felt he was ready to fall over. He needed her bed and to hold her close as he fell asleep. He knew she wanted reunion sex but he wasn't sure he was even capable of getting it up as tired as he was. They kissed, tender with a side of passion, but not nearly as hungry as their usual kisses were. Cheryl took notice and felt a twinge of disappointment. She wanted her man to be as hungry for her as she was for him, but she acknowledged how tired he must be. That didn't ease her disappointment though and she felt her pussy juice at the thought of having his hardness slide into her. She NEEDED that tonight. It had been too long. "Welcome home," she said, smiling up at him as his hands explored beneath the t-shirt. Even as tired as he was, he still would prefer to have handfuls of her naked ass as compared to her ass covered by anything. "Thank you, baby," he replied with a tired smile of his own. "It's good to be here." "You look exhausted," she said as they broke apart and he started to grab his carry-on. It held everything he'd need for in the morning. "Leave that," she suggested. "Just come to bed. The rest can wait." He thought for only a moment before agreeing with a nod of his head. Holding her hand, Frank let her lead him down the hallway to her bedroom. She stopped beside her bed and turned to him, reaching for his shirt and starting to unbutton it. She smiled up at him again as she pushed his shirt back off his shoulders, letting it fall. Her hands found his belt and then the snap and zipper of his jeans, undoing everything before pushing them down over his hips and then farther down his legs. With a giggle, Cheryl pushed him back so he was sitting on the side of her bed, naked from the knees up, smiling down at her as she squatted down to untie his shoes, pulling each off, followed by each leg of his jeans. From her lower vantage point, she looked up at his crotch, disappointed to see that his manhood was completely limp. She wanted it as hard as she could get it but he looked ready to pass out. The selfish needs within her battled with her concern for him and his need for sleep. Oh, well, she thought. She could at least still be a little playful. Having gotten him naked, she stood up, leaning over him as she did, kissing his thigh, then higher up and then giving his cock a quick lick and kiss before moving up farther to kiss his flat abs, a nipple and then climbing on the bed to straddle him, kissing him full on the mouth. Kneeling astride him she reached down and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing off, making herself naked on top of him and slightly grinding her sex down into his pelvis as she did so. He felt the wetness of her slit rub on his cock and immediately regretted how tired he was. "I'm sorry," he said. "For what?" Cheryl asked, looking down at him and still slightly grinding her hips back and forth. "That I'm not more... responsive," he replied with a brief pause. He knew that she knew what he meant. She leaned down to kiss him before smiling and replying. "I get it," she said. "You're exhausted. I know you want me... but I also know that everyone has limits." He looked relieved to hear her say that. Now was her chance if she was going to get him to buy into the idea she had. "So, here's what I'm going to ask of you, if you think you can manage." He arched an eyebrow in askance. What did she have in mind? "I've missed you more than I can say and I am kind of desperate to feel you inside me. If I can get you hard enough, can you at least snuggle in behind me, and slide into me? We can fall asleep that way..." Frank smiled at the thought. He wasn't sure how long he'd stay hard as he fell asleep but he could hardly deny her such a simple request. After all, it spoke to how much she missed him... or maybe it was just an indicator of how cock-hungry she was. His response was short and positive. "You get me hard and you can do anything you want with it. Just don't ask me to put forth much energy. You're right. I'm exhausted." Cheryl's eyes twinkled as she smiled big and climbed off him. He just laid there as she moved quickly around the room, turning off lights but making sure there was enough light coming through the window that they could see each other. It was a full moon and the street lights outside added to the brightness. Directing him to get comfortable on the bed, with all the covers pulled back, she repositioned herself so that she was straddling his face, her pussy well above his face, and lowered her mouth to his manhood. She knew him pretty well and had a good idea what would help turn him on. She didn't want him closing his eyes because that would only help him go to sleep. She wanted to make sure he had something to watch; something he wanted to see. He loved watching her masturbate, so as she rested herself on one elbow, her mouth working on his length, she put her other hand between her spread thighs and began playing with her pussy just a few inches away from his face. Frank wanted to reach up and play with her sexy butt; to feel her hips, guide her movements and more. But his arms felt like lead and it was all he could do to keep his eyes open as he watched her fingers play on and in her shaven pussy. He could easily see the sheen of her wetness as her finger spread her lips, circled her clit and then slid into her wet opening. The shine of her juices was obvious on her fingers as she pumped them in and out of herself, occasionally teasing her clit or sliding higher -- from his perspective -- to spread the wetness around her puckered back door, teasing there too. As he watched this sexy show, he felt her other hand holding the base of his manhood as he tongue and mouth worked on him. Cheryl had excellent oral skills and despite how tired he was, she soon had his manhood at full hardness; the way she wanted it. She pleasured him another couple minutes with her mouth before sitting up and walking down his body on her knees. Holding his stiffness upright she positioned her pussy over it, rubbing his cockhead between her lips back and forth a few times before spreading her knees farther and impaling herself on his length. Frank heard her exhale of pleasure as his cock filled her and, just like always, she took most of his length in a single settling movement but had to go up and down a few times to get the last bit of him in. His cock wasn't huge but since she was just barely over five feet tall and they'd been apart for almost two weeks, it did take a minute before her pussy fully adjusted to his length and girth. Once she had his length fully inside her, she ground her pussy down on him for a few moments, just enjoying the pleasure of being filled. Satisfied she had him fully engulfed within her she looked over her shoulder at him as best she could. "Hey, baby... sit up just enough to get your arms around me, hold me close and turn on your side. Keep yourself in me as he spoon together." Frank understood what she wanted and was trying to do. Sitting up just enough, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled left slowly, keeping his hips thrust forward while holding her close to maintain the penetration she had achieved. The end result was that they ended up on their left side, spooned together, his left arm under her head, his right arm around her, and his full length still buried in her clutching wetness. He heard her sigh and felt the same way: finally they were together as they should be, close and warm... reunited. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, sure that he would be asleep in just seconds. As he relaxed and let the comfortable feeling sink in he became aware of the fact that Cheryl was not laying entirely still. Well, maybe she was -- he couldn't really tell, but he would swear that her pussy was moving on his length. Still, he couldn't feel her hips or butt moving at all and they were definitely pressed close enough that he would feel that. He concentrated on the feeling for a moment and decided he couldn't figure out what she was doing, so he outright asked. "Baby... what are you doing?" He felt and heard her giggle against him. "I'm sorry... is that keeping you awake?" "Yeah, kinda," he replied. "But I can't feel you moving. What are you doing?" "This?" she asked, and he felt her pussy move around his length. He grunted. "Yes, that," he said, the smile of pleasure creeping into his voice. "Using you," she said frankly. "I know you're exhausted but having you inside me feels so good... I'm just trying to get a good one before falling asleep enjoying this." As she said "this" he felt the motion again. It felt so good a moan escaped him. Cheryl heard it and giggled again. "Oh, does your cock like that?" She did whatever it was again and Frank felt his cock swell and throb inside her. She felt it too. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, her voice lowering. Frank's outlook was mixed. It felt so good... but he was so damned tired. She knew he just wanted to sleep. He'd met her request to fall asleep joined... now she was using him? But it was hard to be aggravated about it. It felt so good. His aggravation was just enough to push him into a level of not caring so much about how she felt or what she needed. If she was going to selfishly use his length, he was going to selfishly use her pussy. With a soft growl he pushed her over onto her belly, making sure his length didn't come out of her more than half way and fully penetrating her again once he was on top of her. Her moans made it clear that she didn't mind at all what he was doing. With his legs outside of hers, one hand on the bed beside her and one hand high on her back holding her down, Frank began to thrust his full length in and out of her wetness. He knew from past experience that she loved this position and the feeling of helplessness. With his weight on her and his manhood pinning her down with every thrust, she could only take what he gave, her pussy being used as he saw fit. The added benefit for her was that this angle of fucking would bring her to orgasm quite quickly... and it did. Within just a few strokes the orgasm she'd been working for washed through her. Frank felt her body tighten and her hips rise as her orgasm built and then flowed through her. He felt her pussy spasm and clamp down on his length but he didn't slow the pace of his thrusting nor the power of his plunges. His hips were slamming down into her, his pubis slapping against her pushed up ass with every thrust, the force of their bodies impacting rippling through her body from knees to shoulders. Cheryl's moans were ceaseless as she "suffered" under Frank's powerful fuck. She loved feeling like his toy; just his woman to be used; her body his to do with as he saw fit or desired. He knew he was free to continue pummeling her body in this fashion, or -- if he wanted -- he could take her ass... or he could roll her over and fuck her mouth. She had surrendered her body to him in the past and he knew how much she got off on it when he simply took his pleasure. She had started their night together attempting to do this to him but his instincts had taken over... as she had secretly hoped they would. Exhaustion be damned, Frank power-fucked Cheryl's pussy through two more orgasms, watching her skin flush red as each flowed through her, and feeling her pussy get wetter with each one. What had started out as a tight and high friction fuck had now turned into him thrusting his length into a relaxed, wet, well-fucked and welcoming cum hole. What had started as a warm reunion had changed into an animalistic grunting mating dance wherein the female was delighted to simply take what her man gave and the male was answering his primal need to deliver his seed into her. As Cheryl's final orgasm of the evening built, Frank felt his own beginning to take hold and he increased the urgency of his thrusting; his movements becoming shallower but no less forceful as his climax seized him. With a final hard thrust and the growl of a male at the peak of passion, he released his cum as deep into Cheryl's pussy as he could reach, holding her in place and himself fully within her. He could actually feel his balls moving up and down with every spasm of his orgasm and Cheryl could feel every jet of his hot cum as it scalded her insides. She tried to move her hips to get it even deeper but he held her in place... pinned... helpless to do anything but take his offering. When both their orgasms had passed, Frank collapsed on top of her, his exhaustion flooding back into his body. Where had he gotten the energy for that? He was beyond amazed but too tired to think anything of it beyond that. Aware of his weight on top of his lover, he rolled to his right, sliding his cum-covered cock out of her, dragging it across the crease between her ass and thigh. He kept rolling until he was on his back, doing his best to catch his breath, his eyes closed and the slight sheen of sweat beginning to dry on him, cooling him off. He felt Cheryl move beside him but didn't feel like he had the energy to even look to see what she was doing. He felt movement on the bed... beside him... now on the other side of him... Then he felt a warm splatter on his cock and just above it on his pubis. Raising his head just enough he looked to see what was going on, only to find Cheryl squatted above him, her pussy leaking his cum onto him. "What...?" He couldn't even finish the question. Cheryl pressed one finger against his lips. "Shhh..." she said. "Just close your eyes and go to sleep. This is for me." He laid his head back and closed his eyes. He felt her moving again and tried to care what she was doing, but he was sure she wouldn't do anything that would cause him discomfort so he just let his exhaustion carry him toward the sweet escape of sleep. As he began to drift off he felt Cheryl's mouth on him again... and he was conscious enough to realize that she was licking and sucking the mix of his cum and her juices off of his wilted cock and balls. Not a surprise, he thought to himself. She made no secret of how much she loved his cum. When he woke the next morning he felt the pleasant warmth of Cheryl against him. He snuggled over to be closer against her. In doing so, he woke her up and she snuggled back against him for a moment before pulling away. "Gotta pee," she said. "Be right back." While she was gone he realized he had the same need so when she came out of the bathroom he got up to go do what she'd just done. When he came back out of the bathroom the morning light was creeping through the blinds and it was more than enough light for him to see his insatiable girlfriend... in the middle of the bed... her legs spread wide... her fingers playing once again in her pussy. She looked at him with a big smile that was full of a devilish invitation. And their day began...

Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 06

*Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his help and suggestions. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 06: The End - Beyond Even During the next month Gavin continued his affair with the three Douglas women. Pieces of his plan were coming together nicely. It was becoming clear to him that his retribution against Clement Douglas was a sure thing. Now it was simply a matter of degree. How much humiliation, how much distress and how much tarnish would be inflicted upon the despicable, good-for-nothing arrogant wimp were yet to be determined. Gavin contemplated this for some time; there were still a few things he had to weigh in. He would really like to hurt Clement a lot, but he also wanted to make sure Abigail, Tiffany and Catherine didn't suffer too much. While he considered this, he strengthened his control over the Douglas women. He was busy with school, football and working at the country club, but he managed to get his rocks off several times a day. He and Catherine would often hook-up during lunch, where he would fuck her in a secluded supply closet. Tiffany would frequently pick him up after football and they would drive to their place for some hot fucking. While both girls also had a lot of other activities their mother had much more time on her hands. Even though he had started his affair with her daughters, Gavin was now more involved with Abigail. He would come around to her house or he would hook-up with her at the country club. Recognizing Gavin's athleticism, the management at Holborn country club had promoted him from being a parking valet to coaching tennis and golf. In the evenings he was a waiter in the restaurant. So he had several opportunities to get together with Abigail, as she attended a lot of functions at the country club. \-- Abigail Douglas was home alone waiting for her lover. She was still amazed at how quickly she had given herself over to her daughters' boyfriend. And equally surprised at how little regret she had about the infidelity she was inflicting on her marriage. She began to reflect on Clement once again. At first she had been concerned with her cheating, because she had always thought of herself as an honest, responsible and faithful woman. But her new-found sexual awareness had pushed those concerns away. Now she was more worried about the consequences if Clement discovered her tryst with Gavin. Clement had always been a jealous man, though not a physical one. Would he fly off the deep end and go crazy if he found out she was having an affair with their daughters' boyfriend? The fact that he was so concerned about his public reputation made her shudder. During their marriage she had discovered he was ruthless to people he thought had wronged him. Then thoughts of Gavin came into her mind. Mentally she began to compare the two men. Both shared a similar desire for power and control. But the similarities ended there. Clement's power was centered around his huge wealth and came as a result of intimidation, threats and shady dealings. Abigail had often seen him using his position and wealth to make others feel inferior. Abigail was wondering, without his money would Clement be as strong? Gavin, on the other hand, didn't need money to have control. He oozed confidence and made Abigail want to surrender to him. He was not only a handsome muscular man, he was also considerate towards her feelings. He always made sure she felt attractive and desired. She couldn't say the same about her husband. The thought of Gavin made her stomach flutter and pushed her worries about the consequences of her infidelity out of her head. Now Gavin was dominating her thoughts. \-- Gavin let himself into the Douglas mansion. Half a minute later he had located Abigail, as she stood in the doorway looking out onto the patio. Abigail didn't sense his presence, and Gavin admired her body, framed in the doorway in the early morning light. Abigail had a beautiful curvy body. Her legs seemed long and slim, yet deliciously shapely, as she stood in her high-heels. She was wearing a short satin robe ending at mid-thigh. Gavin loved that she had become infatuated with him. It seemed it was just yesterday she had walked past him into the country club with her cute daughters and smiled at him, barely taking any notice of him. Now she was willingly spreading her legs for him and was deeply involved in their affair. Abigail felt invigorated as she thought of her young lover. "Better get ready for my man," she said out loud and giggled. Without noticing him she turned and walked up the stairs to her bedroom to freshen up before her young lover would arrive. Hearing this made Gavin's groin tingle. Deciding to surprise Abigail he peeked around the corner and watched her tight ass sway provocatively as she walked up the stairs. Abigail turned on the shower and began combing her long platinum blond hair in front of the mirror, waiting for the water to get hot. Steam was beginning to fill the bathroom and she started to turn toward the shower when she caught a movement in the mirror behind her. Looking back at the mirror, she saw her young lover standing in the bathroom doorway. Startled she let out a shriek, but as soon as she realized it was Gavin she smiled and turned toward him. Gavin grinned as he advanced into the bathroom. He decided to take his relationship with Abigail Douglas to a new level, so he said, "Shh...Let's do some role-play Mrs. D. You're home alone and a teenager has gained access to your house after lusting for you for months while he has been observing you in the country club. You're a faithful wife, but have been depressed for months." Abigail shuddered as she looked at Gavin's handsome face. She felt thrilled by his suggestion and making her voice quiver she said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I'm your waiter from the club. For the last couple of months you've been teasing me, so now I've come for you bitch," Gavin replied with a sneer, and getting into the role he grabbed Abigail by her long blond hair and pulled their bodies together. Abigail could feel his erection poking her in the stomach through his pants as he pulled her closer. She was getting really wet as she winced. "Leave before my husband comes back. He's going to kill you if he finds you groping his wife." Gavin smiled. He knew it would probably be true if Clement Douglas walked in on them. "Stop it bitch, I know your wimp of a husband is out of town." Not so gently Gavin pulled Abigail into the bedroom by her hair and she whimpered, "Ouch, you're hurting me." She put her petite hands on his powerful ones and gave them a slight caress to let her lover know it wasn't true. Gavin laughed and when they reached the huge bed he put his hands on her waist and threw her onto the bed. Still into the roleplay, Abigail let out a scream. A second later Gavin was on top of her making sure his enemy's wife felt his crushing weight. He put his hand over her mouth and moist lips. "Shut up bitch or I'll have to hurt you. You have teased me too much. Now I'm going to make sure you know what happens to a teasing woman." Gavin's hand covered Abigail's mouth and she looked at him with lust-filled eyes. She couldn't move, but realized it just made her even more exited. Her young lover was really dominating her and as his groin pressed against hers, her body shuddered. "Are you going to behave?" Gavin asked. Abigail nodded and he took his hand away. "Good, now let me show you what you're in for." He got off of her and stood by the bed, then began taking his t-shirt and pants off. Abigail was loving this and took in her young lover as he stripped. Gavin grinned down at her as he pulled the white t-shirt up over his head and she saw his taught chest muscles flex impressively. And then he pulled down his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his huge cock was sticking straight out from his groin. "Now I'm going to make you mine. So don't try to stop me," Gavin said as he reached down and tried to spread her slender legs. Still acting, Abigail resisted. "Don't let me hurt you bitch," Gavin threatened. With her chest heaving, Abigail slowly spread her legs and gasped as Gavin slid two fingers into the pink slit between her legs. "Are you ready for me bitch?" he asked and continued, "You won't ever go back to your wimp of a husband after I've fucked you." Gavin got up onto the bed and hovered over his mature lover. He put a hand down by the side of her chest and directed his cock between her legs with his free hand. Abigail didn't react and lay still as she felt his huge mushroom head slide between her moist pussy lips. He watched her beautiful face as he slowly buried half his cock into her wet vagina. He kept his intense eyes on her while he inched more and more into her. Gavin saw Abigail's eyes opened wider when he was deep inside of her. He slowly began pumping, watching her face intently, waiting for the reaction he had seen so many times. He kept sliding into her, purposely never burying his whole cock into her clingy pussy. Abigail's breathing got heavier. As always Gavin was being gentle on purpose and his thick cock did feel good. She closed her eyes and gave into the emotions she felt surging throughout her body. As her teen lover kept pumping, her natural juices started flowing. And then he suddenly pushed all of the way in. It was painful as his massive shaft stretched her vagina and the head of his cock hit her cervix. "Do you like it bitch?" Gavin said. Abigail didn't just like it, she loved it. It was so good, but there was still a slight pain, when he buried himself deep inside of her, so she whimpered, ""It hurts. You're too big for me." "I'm not too big. It's not my problem, your husband has a pencil pecker," Gavin boasted, never slowing his pace. Abigail tried to keep up the acting, but now she wasn't feeling much pain and the friction from his thick cock was starting to fire all of the nerve cells in her vagina. She wasn't sure when the pain subsided and the enjoyment took over, but she realized that she was now grasping his muscular ass with her fingers as Gavin drove his huge pole cock into her. She began lifting her hips to meet his thrusts and started moaning. "I'm going to come soon," Gavin roared. "Please don't cum inside of me. I'm not on birth control," Abigail begged, keeping up the acting. She felt Gavin fuck her even harder. Gavin grinned and smiled down at her. "Well I don't give a fuck. You should want to be impregnated by a real man and not your wimp husband." Gavin's statement made Abigail climax and her vagina started to contract around his huge shaft. Abigail felt her young lover exploding into her pussy and filling her womb with his hot seed as an intense orgasm ripped through her. She screamed as she dug her fingernails into his ass cheeks. Gavin's buttocks kept rising and falling over her, but only with small little plunges as he deposited his sperm as deeply as possible into her pussy. When Gavin was finally drained, he just collapsed on top of her. After some time he got up on his elbows and smiled down at Abigail. "That was amazing." Abigail lifted her hand and caressed his handsome face. "You're amazing." The couple kissed for a while, then Gavin rolled over and withdrew his semi-hard cock from Abigail's pussy. The teen got up and walked into the bathroom. Abigail kept blissfully lying in bed. She could feel Gavin's cum seeping from her pussy, down to her ass crack and on to her sheets. She just didn't have any energy to do something about it. When Gavin walked back into the bedroom she took in her young lover. She had to admit that he had a magnificent tanned body; broad muscular shoulders, slim hips and even though his soft cock was hanging limply between his legs, it was still quite long. She felt a stirring in her body. Gavin also loved the sight of his enemy's wife. He climbed onto the bed onto his knees, next to her head and said, "My friend needs a little help." Caressing Abigail's chin he smiled down at her. Abigail could smell her sex on his cock but during the last month she had gotten used to cleaning him after sex, so she opened her mouth and took his flaccid member between her moist lips. Abigail slowly but obediently tilted her head and began licking the juices off his cock. Her eyes were half-closed as she moved up and down the length of him, her tongue gliding across the contours of his skin. While she sucked, Gavin just watched and smiled. Soon his cock was getting firm and Abigail struggled to keep it in her mouth. Gavin pulled away and almost without any effort he lifted Abigail up and positioned her on all fours. As Abigail looked back at her lover, he moved in behind her. With his powerful hands cupping her ass, he slowly guided his thick cock inside her quivering pussy. Abigail moaned as it eased in. Slowly he pushed until it was fully wedged inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhh, this feels soooooooooooo goooooooooooood," Abigail shrieked. Gavin enjoyed the mastery he had over his girlfriends' mother. "Tell me what you want," he commanded. "I want you to make me yours," Abigail panted. "How bad do you want it?" Gavin's question was followed with a firm spank on her tight buttock. Abigail was caught off guard by the smack. Never had she been dominated like this. She turned her head and exhaled a guttural moan. The spank elicited a bizarre response. The stinging sensation on her ass was overshadowed by the erotic feeling of being punished by her young lover. "Tell me Abigail. Tell me what you want me to do." Gavin spanked her again. Abigail succumbed to her lust, "I want you to fuck me. I want you soooooooooooo much." Fuelled by her submission, Gavin pulled out slightly, then slammed the entire length of his cock back inside her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, then launched a flurry of thrusts into her pussy. Over and over again, he hammered his powerful cock deep inside her with violent thrusts. Their bodies rocked in unison as he gripped her hair and continued to punish her pussy. The pitch of her moans elevated each time he spanked her ass. Soon, a thundering orgasm erupted and he shot his load deep inside her pussy. Abigail responded with her own orgasm as she once again felt his hot fluids streaming inside her. Abigail was exhausted as Gavin pulled his cock out. She lay on her side, gasping for breath as she tried to recover from the incredible lovemaking. Gavin rose from the bed and admired his conquest. His cock had pounded her into submission to the point where she could barely move. He stood up, put on his clothes and walked away. Abigail's head rested back onto the bed. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. \-- The next weekend Gavin spent some time with the sisters. Once again, Clement Douglas had a meeting out of town and Abigail had a brunch date with a couple of friends. It was Gavin's day off work, so Catherine and Tiffany had made arrangements so that all three could spent the day frolicking by the pool. The girls had made a plan before Gavin arrived. For the first time they would try to gain the upper hand and make him beg for release. They would use all of their feminine tricks to achieve this. So when Gavin let himself in and walked toward the pool he was met by a wondrous sight. First Gavin took in the sight of Catherine, his first conquest, standing by the pool. Her bikini was moulded on her sexy body. Two modest scraps of pink material almost made her breasts spill over and the bikini bottoms taunted him with two tantalizing bows on either side of her slender hips. His honey blond girlfriend seemed much more self-assured as she sent him a happy smile. Before Gavin could say something he noticed Tiffany walking towards him. In her sexy bikini Catherine didn't seem demure, but when Gavin compared her to Tiffany, she definitely wasn't as audacious as her sister. The hot brunette looked radiant with her natural tan, her slim athletic build and full breasts. The fact, that she was totally naked just gave her a wanton look. Gavin licked his lips as he zoomed in on her jiggling brown capped tits as she walked towards him. "Hi Gavin, you're way overdressed," Tiffany laughed at Gavin, who was only wearing his speedos. She was infatuated with him, but she also wanted to take him down a notch. She had never been in a relationship where she wasn't the dominating person before, so she wanted to show Gavin that she could also play that game. But then she took in her lover whose light blond hair glinted in the sunlight. Powerful and lean, Tiffany's stomach flipped as she registered the broad shoulders, the narrow jut of his hips and the long legs which seemed to go on for ever. She was able to detect the prowling sexual pulse beat emanating from him. He was just so powerful a man. Gavin grinned as he took in the bolder sister. With a swift move he shed his speedos and continued walking towards the girls. His cock was flaccid but both sisters zoomed in on the huge meat dangling between their lover's strong thighs. Catherine also removed her bikini and soon after the three teens were lying down on the cushions by the pool, taking in the sun. Giggling, the sisters started to put lotion on Gavin. Their hands moved all around his body, making sure his well-developed chest muscles, the flat, ribbed abdomen and the muscled legs were all covered. Often their hands would caress Gavin's penis and soon he was sporting a huge hard-on. After some time Gavin suspected that something was up. Lust was building up in his body as first Tiffany and then Catherine licked his cock and sucked on his balls, but then backed away when he started to get close to an orgasm. Tiffany loved playing with her lover's thick hard pole. She was stroking it with both hands as she licked and kissed the huge head. She let her tongue swirl around the mushroom head and grinned as she heard Gavin moan. Catherine had moved up and started kissing Gavin and their tongues twirled around each other. But the sisters always took it down a notch when they sensed he was close to a climax. Gavin realized that the sisters were trying to make him submit to them. He smiled and decided to show them who was the dominant person. He surprised the sisters as he got up and dived into the pool. The strategy helped him cool down a bit, but the sisters didn't waste any time, standing up and plunging in after Gavin feet first. Gavin's cock throbbed as Tiffany was the first to pop up from the water, her full round tits bouncing, rivulets of water streaming over them. Then Catherine did the same. The two hot sisters both had hard nipples as their full breasts sat high on their chests. Gavin took in their beauty and thought he had hit a home run with the sisters. Soon the three teens were horsing around in the pool. The girls groped Gavin, but he did the same to them. They laughed and screamed, clearly enjoying the sexual nature of the game. The sisters tried to push and dunk Gavin, but that wasn't easy. After some time Gavin put his arm around Tiffany's waist, and did the same with Catherine on the other side. The sisters turned towards him and pressed the sides of their tits against him while their hands caressed his back and ass. Gavin leaned in and kissed Catherine as she started to stroke his thick shaft. Then he broke the kiss and turned towards Tiffany and shared a deep wet kiss with her. Some minutes later Gavin dropped down in the water and to the sisters' surprise he picked both of them up in his powerful arms and carried them over to the stairs,walking out of the pool as the girls shrieked. When Gavin reached the cushions he put the girls down and said, "Now you two beautiful bitches have been teasing me for almost two hours. But when you poke the bear, then beware the bear will poke back. Get down on all fours and I'll make you pay for teasing me." Gavin's body was a boiling mass of adrenalin and lust and it showed in his eyes. Tiffany realized she had maybe taken her teasing too far as she saw uncontrolled passion in her lover's eyes. With a shudder she got down on all fours and Catherine did the same. Gavin moved in behind Tiffany and reached down to take hold of his massive hard-on. He moved it up and down Tiffany's wet vaginal slit a couple of times to coat as much of the head with lubricant as possible. Then he positioned his cock at the tight entrance of her vagina. Gavin looked down at Tiffany's athletic ass, then grabbed her slender waist and drove his long thick shaft forcefully into her silky hot tight depths. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." Tiffany screamed as Gavin's cock hit her cervix. He had never taken her so forcefully before, but she could tell her lover was really worked up. "Oh God, Gavin. You're so fucking big," she cried out. Gavin held her slender waist tight between his powerful hands, as he rammed into Tiffany time and time again. Her shimmering brown hair writhed over her beautiful back as the couple fucked like animals. "Fuck...fuck...fuck," Tiffany grunted with each thrust. Fluid streamed out of her stretched hole and over Gavin's testicles as he continued to plunge into her tight pussy. The pressure on his long, thick shaft was growing as her pussy started to clamp hard around it. Gavin leaned forward and grabbed a firm pendulous breast and pulled Tiffany up against him. Reaching around with his other hand he grasped her other breast. The couple knelt together, Gavin's hands gripping her full weighty breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples as Gavin jack-hammered his cock hard into Tiffany's sexy body. It didn't take long before Tiffany came with a huge scream Gavin didn't waste any time and moved over behind Catherine. Catherine was really aroused and her body shuddered as Gavin's hand reached between her legs. She opened them further, then felt the tip of his cock pushing against her. Gavin placed one hand on her shoulder and then with one push slid all the way in, making Catherine squeal with delighted shock. Catherine loved the way he filled her up. She felt one of his hands run smoothly up her back then take a grip on her shoulder and push down, forcing her head towards the cushion. He thrust hard and her fingernails dug into the fabric as he started to spear his powerful cock into her again and again. Her pussy was contracting and her breasts swung wildly beneath her as she bucked and writhed with him, trying to push back as he fucked forward to get as much inside her as possible. "Do you like to be on the receiving end of my cock?" Gavin grunted. "God yeah, fuck me, Gavin," Catherine moaned. And he did. His cock was battering her now, pushing in and out of her rapidly, filling her and overwhelming her. He took hold of her hair in one hand and with the other grabbed one of her flailing breasts. If he had held back when they first started to make love he didn't anymore; there was no romance to it, just unbridled animalistic coupling. Soon after, Catherine also came with a huge scream and Gavin moved back to Tiffany. He lined his cock up with her wet pussy and then with a powerful thrust he speared himself deep into her tight love canal. Tiffany screamed and Gavin just smiled at this, slapped one of her buttocks and boldly said, "Come on, Tiffany, fuck yourself on my long hard pole." Tiffany was shocked by Gavin's ability to keep fucking and not give in to his own orgasm. She had completely forgotten her idea about making him beg for release as her fingernails dug into the cushions as her lover fucked her really hard. Gavin grasped her hips and was tearing into her warm tight pussy. His huge balls slapped against her each time he sunk his pulsating cock into her. "Aaaaahhhhhhh, Gaviiiiiiiiiiiin..." Tiffany shrieked as she felt her lover lean in and bite her neck. She reacted by pressing her body up against his. "I'm the boss Tiffany. So you'd better think twice before you tease me again," Gavin roared as the adrenaline was pumping around his body. He was almost going berserk; his huge biceps were bulging and standing out as he continued to pump Tiffany's body back and forth on his cock. Tiffany leaned forward so her head pressed into the cushions and she started to wail. Gavin moved his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and felt Tiffany's body thrash like a ragdoll on his cock. He continued to hammer her pussy with long hard strokes. Tiffany could feel another wave of pleasure come around, and when Gavin started to spank her, it all became too much. The warm sting of his open palm against her tight buttock travelled quickly to her vagina and she felt herself tighten around him. He didn't slow down at all and she felt him swell and pulse within her, reaching deeper than he had ever before and the sordid pleasure in her reached a crescendo. Harder and harder, Gavin relentlessly ravaged Tiffany. He pounded her with all he had as he roared, "Take it, take it all bitch." "Oh my fucking God. I'm cuuuuming..." Tiffany screamed as the biggest orgasm she'd ever experienced slammed into her. She screamed louder than she had before, her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the cushion as Gavin pushed deeper than ever. She was still screaming and didn't realize that Gavin had removed his cock from her quivering body. Gavin was almost raving mad as he turned towards Catherine, who was still collapsed on the cushion. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a movement. Crazed with desire he turned his head and saw Abigail. She was standing at the top of the stairs, with a shocked impression on her face. \-- When Abigail had left home this morning, she knew her daughters had been up to something. Now she was looking at the result of their actions. As she had let herself into the house, she had heard the screams and moans from the patio. As she walked out to investigate it, she had been met by a display of lewd behavior. Her young lover was in a frenzy as he fucked her daughters into oblivion. She had never seen him like this and she was a little scared. Gavin didn't 'see' Abigail. He didn't take in the blue cotton sundress with a white pattern, she was wearing. He only looked at Abigail, as a hunter looks at a prey. He got up and started to walk towards her as his huge cock swayed in front of him, pointing straight at Abigail. Abigail had dressed a little adventurously this morning. Wearing only a blue thong under her dress, she had dressed to make an impression on her young lover when she came home. The dress had a halter top and built in bra. The halter clipped behind her neck and nicely framed her full cleavage. She had put on blue heels, and the fit of the dress showed off her curves nicely and the short hem let her show off her legs. But right now was not the time to try to seduce her young lover. She realized she had to calm Gavin down, so she said, "Hi Gavin. It looks like you have been busy." "Yeah. Tiffany and Catherine have been teasing me all day, but I think I've got the better of them. And now it's your turn. Get naked so we can fuck." Gavin said as he continued walking towards Abigail. Abigail took in her new teen lover. He kept himself in fantastic shape and his muscles were standing out, as a consequence of the effort he had put into his lovemaking of her daughters. Still he had model-quality good looks, and the huge penis waving in front of him made her think of a proud stallion. "Okay Gavin, I'll get naked but you scare me a little. Go sit on the sun lounger and I'll come to you." Gavin stood for a second and then moved to the lounger and sat down. "I know my daughters can be quite a handful, so you definitely deserve a treat. But I'm afraid you'll hurt me, so please let me make the first move," Abigail said as she took off her dress. She hooked her thumbs into the hem of her thong and very slowly, began to pull it down. She bent forward as she did so, never breaking their eye contact, then stepped out of it and walked over to Gavin only in her high heels. Slowly she mounted him. Gavin instantly grabbed her waist, but Abigail said, "Stop it Gavin. Let me take charge." Gavin didn't let go of her waist, but let Abigail control the action. She hovered above him for a few seconds, then she slowly lowered herself down. Abigail had been scared by Gavin's wild behavior, but also really aroused by the wanton display. The first touch of his skin against hers sent a lightning bolt of hunger through her body. His huge shaft was slippery with her daughters' juices. "God this is so wicked, she'd never dared do anything like this before but she wanted her young lover almost as much as he wanted her," Abigail thought as she started to impale herself on his raging member. "Please sit still and let me," Abigail moaned as she slowly impaled herself on his thick pole. Another time she would have let him take control, but this time she felt his powerful body tremble under her as Gavin could barely constrain himself. "Don't move, trust me to take care of you...that's it," Abigail's tone was vibrating as she tried to calm him down. To say she was nervous was putting it mildly. She knew he could hurt her if he didn't restrain himself. Abigail could feel Gavin trembling and it delighted her that he was putting so much effort into restraining himself. Gavin looked into Abigail's eyes, watching as his mature lover took charge. He had never been more provoked, than when he had finished with Tiffany. But even half-crazy with lust he started to center himself again. Still his body was shaking as he fought the urge to plunge upward into Abigail's tight vagina seeking his release. "Let's take it slow," Abigail said as her pussy was accepting more of his hard cock. She was dripping wet, but at the same time Gavin's shaft seemed extraordinarily thick. Slowly she let it slip deeper into her. "I can feel you're holding back. You are so huge today, you'll hurt me, so just let me set the pace," Abigail whispered as she caressed Gavin's face with her petite hand. "Okay," Gavin panted as he loosened his grip a little on Abigail's waist. "Damn, you're really big today," Abigail whispered as she slowlky but steadily impaled herself on his shaft. At first only half his cock was in her, but after some time three quarters of his shaft was buried inside her. It seemed to Abigail that she was trying to control a wild bronco. Right now he did her bidding, but when would he release all of his pent up emotions. Still the sensation of his hard shaft was magnificent, almost to the point of overwhelming. Abigail felt so loved at this moment. Gavin was letting her guide him. Then she felt the huge mushroom head push against her cervix. She knew she had taken as much of Gavin's cock as she could. She leaned in and put her forehead to his forehead. "Relax. Let's just sit here for a while and don't move." Gavin had the urge to fuck his mature lover, but he controlled himself. She was caressing his shoulders with her petite hands and he could feel her pussy muscles contracting around his shaft. Abigail began kissing her young lover. He kissed back, deeply, passionately, but didn't move. With each kiss Abigail was becoming more and more bonded to him. Before this Gavin had been her lover, but at that very moment she knew she was falling totally in love with her daughters' boyfriend. His restraint and his magnificent cock were making her feel and think things she had never considered. She wanted to have his child, be his girlfriend and get a divorce from Clement. Her lust and love combined and she was lost. "I love you Gavin," Abigail moaned as she felt an orgasm approaching. "I want you to make me pregnant." Abigail's climax was upon her before she realized what was happening. It flooded her body and her vaginal muscles spasmed. Gavin felt how Abigail's pussy was milking his cock and he knew he would come in a matter of seconds. However he continued to be completely still. "I love you too Abigail. I can feel how your body is seeking out my sperm. Do you really want a baby?" Abigail held his head and looked into his eyes as she continued to orgasm. "Yes I want your child. I need my lover to impregnate me. I love you Gaviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin..." Abigail screamed as her body convulsed. Gavin leaned forward and kissed her hard and passionately. At that moment Abigail felt that her soul was his. In that single kiss he took all that she had. She would never leave him. Now it was Abigail who was crazy with lust. Gavin's cock was deep inside her, stretching her. She started to ride up and down the huge shaft and Gavin was now controlling the pace. Soon she was bouncing on his cock and fucking her young lover hard. Abigail was hornier than she had ever been. From this moment on she was his and she wanted him and everyone around her to know it. "You're so fucking good Gavin," Abigail screamed. Gavin was taking control of the action and moved his petite lover up and down on his long hard pole. He continued to look into her eyes and when Abigail's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body began to arch back, he felt a tingling in his balls. Abigail's well-manicured nails dug into Gavin's shoulders as she continued to scream out, her body wracked with pleasure from the severe pounding that her pussy was getting from beneath. Gavin was now really ravishing her as he started to slam her pussy up and down on his huge pole as hard as he could, hitting her cervix again and again seeking his own release. He had been teased and fucked for several hours without cumming, so now it was his time to experience the bliss. Abigail was moaning and screaming and Gavin just continued his assault of her tight pussy. He began fucking his thick cock up into her and really began to jack-hammer into her with his long, hard shaft. "Fuuuuck Mrs. D. Here it comes...let's make a baby," Gavin roared and he could feel himself explode and his cock started to pulsate deep inside Abigail's sopping wet pussy. He shot load after load after load deep into her cunt and then she collapsed on top of him. Gavin lay down on the longer with Abigail on top of him. He had never experienced an orgasm like this. After some time he started to caress her hair and stroke her back. He turned his head to the right and looked over at the sisters. They hadn't moved since he had fucked them into oblivion but had amazed looks on their faces. Gavin smiled at them at said with a croaking voice, as his cock was still embedded in their mother, "Fuck what an experience. Never have I been so filled with lust. Remember this the next time you want to tease me." "Wow thanks for the warning. I don't think I could handle it," Catherine said with a timid smile. "Me too, but fuck Gavin. Did you just impregnate our mother?" Tiffany asked. "Maybe. I definitely came a lot. I just couldn't help myself. Are you mad at me?" Gavin replied as he continued to caress Abigail's slender back. "Hmmm...I don't know. This is quite a new situation. I think we have to talk about it," Tiffany said. "Let's cool down in the pool first, then we can talk while we eat," Gavin said and rose with Abigail's body in his arms. She came around as he and her daughters walked into the pool. When they were deep in the pool she entangled herself from her lover and smiled at her daughters. "Oops, I think I maybe said my inner voice out loud," Abigail blushed. "You definitely did that," Tiffany said and then laughed. Soon all four were laughing as they cooled off in the water. \-- The rest of the day they all relaxed by the pool as they started to plan for the future. The sisters asked their mother about her reasons for wanting a baby and Abigail explained that it had been a secret desire of hers for the last five years, but Clement didn't want another child. At one time Gavin was getting some drinks and the Douglas women talked about their affection and infatuation with him. They all expressed their love for him and when Gavin came back he was included in the conversation, where they brainstormed ideas for the future. They came to the conclusion that Abigail should start by divorcing Clement. During the day they had refrained from further sexual activities. Once in a while Gavin was kissed or he kissed his women and caressed them a little, but the fiery desperate coupling of earlier had unnerved them all a little bit. \-- But when the bright moonlight came in the evening they all got into the hot tub on the patio naked. At first all four settled into the water, but soon Gavin was kissing his women. After some time Gavin pulled Catherine between his spread legs and started to massage her shoulders. Catherine loved sitting between Gavin's powerful legs. She loved his strong hands on her body and soon her mind was drifting as the others talked. At first she had been insecure about her relationship with the omnipotent jock, but during their time together he always made sure she knew he loved and wanted her, even if she was in fierce competition with her mother and sister. Gavin didn't seem to have any favorites. Her mind turned back to the earlier conversation as she felt Gavin's lips on the back of her neck. He found her sweet spot and she shivered and let out a small moan as he kissed her neck. "I bet you really like Gavin's hands on your body," Tiffany grinned. "You have no idea," Catherine moaned. "Well I think I do. Remember to share," Tiffany said as she moved over to the couple, leaned in and kissed Gavin while he kept caressing her sister. As she broke the kiss Tiffany moved in front of her sister and kissed her full on. While the sisters kissed, Tiffany pushed forward, mashing her full breasts against Catherine's. Abigail was sitting on the opposite side of the hot tub taking in the sight in front of her. It was clear to her, that during the last month her daughters had lost all their inhibitions. They not only wanted Gavin, they also wanted each other. Often she would catch them in a passionate kiss, even when Gavin was not around. She had also kissed her daughters, but in her own mind it was still kind of improper behavior. Not that it stopped Tiffany and Catherine from also kissing her passionate from time to time. Abigail caught Gavin's eyes and smiled at him. Gavin smiled back. He was in paradise. It had been a couple of months now since he had first fucked Catherine and Tiffany together. He had now succeed in seducing all the Douglas women and right know he felt like the king of the castle. His plan had been a huge success, but he hadn't calculated on the fact that he would also fall in love and lust with the three hot sexy and affectionate women. Soon he would have his revenge over Clement Douglas. He took in the sisters and they were really going at it and he could hear Catherine moan into her sister's mouth as he caressed on her breasts. After some time they turned their attention back to him. Catherine turned around and soon she was kissing Gavin, while Tiffany worked her way down his front, lightly flicking his nipples with her tongue while reaching below the surface of the bubbling water to caress his long hard shaft. Both girls wanted their lover and as they were kneeling in the water in front of him, they took turns kissing him and then took turns kissing each other and caressing each other's breasts. At the girls' urging Gavin sat up on the edge of the hot tub and they came forward between his spread muscular legs. They knelt down and took turns kissing and sucking his cock. Catherine sucked down as much as she could and Tiffany played with his balls. But then Tiffany took over, deep throating his shaft while Catherine got down right below her and sucked on his balls. While the girls worked their magic Gavin looked over at Abigail and caught her caressing herself. She was caressing her small hard nipples on her full breasts, as her daughters were both licking the sides of Gavin's long shaft and even kissed each other over the head. Tiffany could sense that Gavin was starting to throb, so she broke away and laughed, "Well dear Mom, your daughters have made sure your stallion is prepped and ready to shoot, so it's time for the next round of baby making." Tiffany and Catherine got out of the hot tub and lay down on the deck. Soon they were tangled up in each other. Tiffany rolled Catherine onto her back and hovered over her, kissing and touching. Their breasts mashed together and they were grinding pelvises. Tiffany feasted on her sister's smaller breasts while Catherine massaged hers. A minute later Tiffany turned around and then the sisters were in a 69 and eating each other out. Soon the sisters were lost in each other's thighs as they ran their tongues over each other. Both close to orgasms from the caressing in the hot tub, they knew they wouldn't last long. Naked sister gripped naked sister as each slid a tongue into the other's pussy and began to stimulate the clits. At first Gavin just sat on the side of the hot tub watching, but then he hopped into the tub and walked over to Abigail on the other side. His throbbing cock was waving in front of him and he could see the lust in her eyes. He got down on his knees and he began teasing Abigail's hard nipples with his tongue until she was moaning out of control. Abigail was gripping her lover's hard cock, when Gavin pushed a thick finger inside her and grazed her clit with the knuckle on his thumb. "Gavin, you're making me stirred up like never before," Abigail moaned, nibbling and biting his powerful shoulders. "That's what you get, when your daughters help you tease me." Gavin said as he began moving his fingers into her faster. She was humping back at his hand as he continued, "All you have to do is ask nicely." "Will you please make love to me, Gavin?" Abigail moaned. "I'll not make love to you, however I'll fuck and breed you if you want me to," Gavin laughed. "Oh yes," Abigail gasped and turned around in the water. With her elbows on the side of the hot tub she wiggled her ass at her young lover. Gavin pulled back on her long blond wet hair and sank his cock inside her. She bucked back against him, screwing his cock as deeply into her pussy as she could get it. Gavin tugged on her hair and she looked back over her shoulder at him, lust smoldering in her eyes. Gavin roared as he was once again buried in his enemy's wife. Her pussy was so tight, yet still so hot and wet. He knew that he was never going to let this gorgeous woman go. He began pounding her wet pussy with his thick rod. Abigail moaned over and over as Gavin fucked her. He was so much bigger and better than her husband. He hammered her aroused body as she experienced her first orgasm. It just made Gavin fuck into her harder and harder and Abigail moaned and squealed in pleasure as her daughters' boyfriend continued pounding her. Gavin grabbed Abigail's blonde locks and pulled on them, jerking her head back, but not too roughly. She cried out and arched her back but he didn't slow down. In fact as her pussy tightened around him, he just fucked her even harder. Abigail was worked into a frenzy and another climax was approaching. She turned her head and looked into her lover's lust filled eyes. With one hand she grabbed hold of Gavin's hair and pulled him into her, their mouths mashing together in a violent, primal kiss. As their mouths savaged each other, he continued to hammer into her. The raging fire in her pussy burst into her entire being again and flooded her with pleasure. A thousand little explosions went off at once and she broke the kiss and turned back placing her elbows on the side of the hot tub. Gavin like the fact that Abigail had lost control. He was totally dominating her and with his open palm he began swatting her tight ass. "Aaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggg...," Abigail screamed and had never felt so alive. This big, powerful young man was in charge of her now; she was his hot tub slut. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she definitely didn't want it to stop. She was his both in body and soul. It was oddly exciting to be so completely dominated. There was something primitive about the way he was gripping her hair, and she could feel an intense heat rising in her again as he fucked in and out of her sopping wet pleasure hole. She came again with a huge scream. Satisfied he had once again shown Abigail he was a superb stallion, Gavin pulled completely out of her. He leaned down and bit gently into her shoulder, then lifted her to her feet. Gavin sank back into the water, reclining against the corner of the tub and looked directly at his ravishing mature lover. He wanted her to ride him again. He got a kick out of making her impale herself on his massive cock and truly surrender herself. It would show him, that she truly was giving herself to him completely and abandoning her marriage. Abigail was aroused like never before. First she looked at her daughters; they were still preoccupied with pleasuring themselves. So she moved over to her lover and straddled him letting her hips sink down. She gave a stifled gasp as his crown touched her pussy, feeling wide and enormous in the water beneath her, then suddenly it was replaced by an exquisite sensation as he entered her once again. He was so much bigger than her husband and with every time she had his cock inside her, the guilt of betraying her marriage vows was pushed further and further away. When her hips came to rest on his, the couple just stared at each other. Then Gavin leaned in and they started to kiss. Their tongues were twirling around each other, and Gavin started to thrust up into her, the water splashing softly around them as Abigail moaned into his mouth. She held onto his muscular neck tightly, and Gavin was vigorously thrusting now, the water splashing wildly over the edge of the tub as Abigail bucked in his lap like an animal. It was happening again, she was over twice his age, he was her daughters' boyfriend and he was deep inside her, fucking her and it was good. Every nerve ending in her was alive with the sordid pleasure of it, her morals overcome by an animalistic need. "So fuuuuuuuuuucking goooooooooooood," Abigail cried out. "You're so hot and you're mine now," Gavin grunted, taking hold of one swinging breast and squeezing the soft firm flesh. "Yes, I'm youuuuuuuuuuuuuuurs," Abigail gasped. "Yes you are," Gavin agreed arrogantly, then hooking both arms beneath her legs, he picked her up and lifted her so that only her forelegs were left trailing in the water. He stood in the middle of the tub, his long shaft still buried in his enemy's wife and then with incredible strength, lifted her slightly and slammed her back down on his length. Abigail's mouth dropped in shock at the sheer rush as her powerful young lover went deep inside her. Then he lifted her and did it again, then a third time, building up speed as he held her in place and fucked her standing up. Abigail laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, hanging on for dear life as he conquered her completely. The water level in the tub had dropped significantly now, so much of it splashed out by their wild rutting. Abigail felt powerless, completely at the mercy of this strong young man and all she could do was hold on as he speared into her. Nobody had ever fucked her like this. Gavin touched places in her that she didn't think could be reached as he `vigorously pumping into her. Her mouth was hanging open, gasping with every minor sensation and she didn't want it to end. Gavin was entirely lost in the thrill and with each passing moment, he got faster and harder . He loved how Abigail was whimpering, but was still wrapping her slender legs around the back of his and encouraging him on. "Tell me how much you love it," he commanded. "You're the best," Abigail babbled, "You fuck me better than anyone; your cock is so big. I love you so much." Gavin let go of one leg and raised his hand to take hold of her blonde hair again. He pulled her gorgeous face away from his shoulder, her eyes wide and her hair hanging wet and bedraggled round her shoulders, then he roughly pulled her forward into another aggressive kiss. It was violent, passionate and sexy and Abigail's body began convulsing. Her senses overloaded, she broke the kiss to scream and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as another orgasm took her. She cried out for what felt like minutes and before her screams subsided, she felt Gavin cum. His cock pulsed and swelled in the core of her being, then exploded. Gavin roared in triumph as he pumped his seed deep into his married lover once more, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and spurring him on, each thick blast sending a tremor through her. He continued to shoot load after load deep inside of her and Abigail experienced one orgasm after another. Before the couple could untangle themselves, a voice boomed from the patio doorway, "What the fuck is going on out here?" \-- Clement Douglas watched in distaste at the display in front of him. A minute ago his life had been picture perfect. His business trip had been a huge success. He had made arrangements with his Chinese associate and would start relocating his factory in a couple of months. They had assured him he would save a huge sum, because if a Chinese worker got hurt, they would just fire him. Often they wouldn't even compensate him, and if they were to compensate a worker it would only be around 50 dollars. During the meeting they had decided to forego any safety precautions, as they would cost much more than compensating the workers. Clement had laughed and said, "Wow it's almost too good to be true. The workers almost work for free and if they get hurt, we'll just fire them. That's just fantastic. In the USA I would have the union breathing down my neck." One of the Chinese employees had said, "We have no union, and if the workers say something, we take care of them. The factory will be in a part of China were we are Kings. So they'll just have to work or die." Clement had been excited by this and had no sympathy for the workers. To him they were just numbers in a spreadsheet. When the meeting was over he had met with some powerful old friends. They had talked and spent an evening together, plotting how to become even richer. At one point an influential member of the republican party had told Clement they wanted him to run for Governor. His friend had been hinting at this for some time, but it was the first time he had asked Clement directly. Clement had told him he wanted to talk this over with his family, but that he wasn't opposed to taking up a political position. On the way home Clement had begun fantasizing about being Governor. He thought Abigail would be a perfect wife for this and his daughters could be controlled by his money. Clement was uncomfortable with any display of emotion, but knew Abigail could play this part very well. In fact, what he liked most about Abigail was the way she made his life so easy. She didn't demand much of him, and she cared for his needs, making sure he had healthy and appropriate meals, making sure his wants were satisfied, and allowing him to keep up with his business. She was the perfect wife for Governor Douglas, he chuckled as he walked into his house. He had decided to surprise his family, as they thought he was coming home tomorrow. But when he heard shrieks and moans from the patio, he walked over to the patio doorway and looked out. Clement Douglas was shocked by the revolting display in front of him. His daughter's bodies were entangled and they were both moaning out loud. His faithful wife was being fucked by their daughters' boyfriend and was screaming her lungs out. At first Clement was shocked, but then a rage started to build inside of him. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster and without any thought he yelled, "What the fuck is going on out here?" \-- Shocked Abigail looked up at her husband as she felt her lover pull out of her. Tiffany and Catherine gasped and sat up looking towards their father. Gavin was also surprised by Clement's voice, but quickly collected himself and said, "Well Clement. I'm just taking care of your women. They all want a real man and not an emotionless and heartless man with a pencil dick." Abigail gasped at this and tried to cover her nakedness. "You...you can't be... That's despicable. What the hell were you thinking Abigail?" Clement almost howled, trying to comprehend what was taking place. All his fantasies had crumbled. He locked eyes with Gavin. Gavin smiled and blinked at his enemy, while he caressed Abigail's breast with his right hand, "For the first time in her life she wanted to be with a real man, and I'm glad she chose me." Clement felt his temper burning red-hot. He wanted to hurt this fucking inferior kid. He would make sure he was run out of town. He would hire some goons to kick his ass and break his legs. His eyes focused on Gavin and he took a step forward. "You sick fuck!" he bellowed. Coming around from the shock of seeing her husband, Abigail splashed forward in the hot tub, putting herself between Clement and Gavin, her hands over her breasts. "No, Clement. It was me, not him. I'm the one who instigated this." Clement was furious and his chest began to hurt. He was so enraged he didn't care about the odd squeezing sensation in his chest, or that his upper back between his shoulder blades started to ache immensely. He took another step forward as he felt an odd tingling sensation move down his left arm. He felt like he couldn't breathe and he became light-headed. But he pushed it away as he was going raving mad. He would punish his wife, his daughters and the cocky young kid. They would all feel the wrath of Clement Douglas. "I'm going to make you all sorry. I'll kick you and your whole family out of town. You're just a little shit. And Abigail, Tiffany and Catherine, you will all learn what happens to people who make me mad. I'm going to make you all so...so fucking sorry..." Clement yelled, but at the end started to stutter as he took one more shaky step. Gavin noticed how pale his enemy had become. Before he could react, Clement got down on his knees. "Clement," Abigail shrieked as she saw her husband collapse in front of her. Ignoring his own nudity Gavin jumped out of the hot tub and walked over to his enemy. Clement barely had the strength to push him away and gasped one last, "No," before he collapsed to the deck. "Clement," Abigail sobbed and the girls cried. Gavin knelt down beside Clement feeling for a pulse, but couldn't find one. He turned around and calmly said to the women, "Stop it. Get dressed all of you. Tiffany call 911; Catherine help your mother get dressed and find my clothes and bring them to me." Gavin started chest compressions on Clement as the women did as they were told. \-- Fifteen minutes later Clement Douglas was driven away in an ambulance. Gavin had told the paramedics he would drive the Douglas women to the hospital. The paramedics had told him, they didn't think Clement would survive, as it seemed he had suffered a major heart attack. \-- As Gavin drove the car to the hospital, he made sure that all the women could tell the story of how Clement had come home and had joined them on the patio, where they had been engrossed in talking about college. Here he had suffered a heart attack. Numbly, Abigail, Tiffany and Catherine had all agreed to this. When they reached the hospital a doctor told them, that Clement Douglas was pronounced dead on arrival. They couldn't save him. \-- The women all cried as Gavin drove them home. He had asked for a mild sedative for them and soon after they were all lying in their beds. Gavin grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out onto the patio. He had wanted to get revenge, but had never imagined this. He hated Clement, so he was not sorry for his actions. He had done his best to save Clement's life, but in a way Clement had proven Gavin's point. You shouldn't get mad: you just had to get fucking even. With a smile Gavin took a huge gulp of his beer and started to make sure the patio was immaculate. Maybe he had gone too far, but only time could tell...