The first day of school is something I always dreaded as a child. Now, being the parent, I couldn't wait for it to start again. My 10 year old son, Nathan, had other ideas on the subject. He whined at me as I herded him into the car to do some clothes shopping. "Aww Mom, I don't want to back to school." "Sorry Kiddo, it's the law." I cheerfully replied, getting into the car. After glancing in the mirror to make sure he had buckled himself in, we started off towards the local K-mart.

As I drove, I listed the things we'd need to pick up while there. "Okay Nat, we have to get you some new sneakers, a few pairs of shorts, underwear, and new t-shirts. I'll let you pick out some of the T-shirts okay?"

I glanced back in the rear view mirror at his sullen face. He was staring out the window with his arms crossed over his chest. I sighed to myself. Nat had the same look on his face that his father got when stubborn about something. Turning my attention back to the road, I started listing more back to school supplies. "We'll also have to pick up some new pencils, folders, notebooks, a lunchbox and some crayons." Nat snapped back at me this time, "I'm not a baby. Babies use crayons. I want colored pencils."

Well at least he was back to talking to me. "Okay then, colored pencils it is."

I turned into the parking lot and maneuvered my bulky van into the closest spot I could find. Surveying the parking lot, I muttered under my breath about the place being a mad house. As Nat and I entered the store, I looked around and decided that yes, this was a mad house. I pointed off to the right side of the store and told Nat to pick out the supplies he wanted while I started finding clothes. He grumpily nodded and walked over in that direction. Sighing to myself I grabbed a cart and headed over to the boys clothing section.

I propped my purse up in the infant seat area of the cart and started rummaging through racks looking for clothing in Nathan's size. I had just triumphantly pulled a pair of pants in the right size off of the rack when he returned. Glancing at the pile of school supplies thrown haphazardly into the cart, I spotted something else. "Sorry Nat, this trip is for school supplies only. If you get good marks first quarter we'll come back and get it then." I retrieved the small hand-held video game out of the cart and handed it back to him. "Put this back where you found it and we'll pick out your shirts." The look he gave me could have melted the paint off of the walls. Shaking my head sadly, I returned my attention back to the clothing racks. If this was what being a single parent consisted of, I wanted none of it.

I heard Nat return, his old sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Glancing over, I saw him digging around in my purse. "My pack gum is in the little pocket on the outside Sweetie, if that's what you're looking for." Nat grunted at me and swiftly pulled out the pack of gum. He popped a piece in his mouth and came over to where I was standing with my arms loaded with clothes. Together we picked out a few new shirts, he even laughed at one of the goofy ones I let him pick out. Laughter, it had been a while since I'd heard him laugh. Maybe we would make it after all, just him and me. Nat behaved himself wonderfully as I had him try on all of the new clothes, not even complaining about me coming into the dressing room with him.

Once I was satisfied that all of the clothes fit him well, we went over to the shoe department and picked out a new pair of sneakers for him. We finally had everything and headed over to the checkout. The pale teen with the obviously dyed black hair behind the counter looked bored as she quickly scanned the items and dumped them unceremoniously into a bag. The cashier finished bagging all of our purchases and totaled the sale. "That will be $147.62." I whistled through my teeth at the price, but pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. I may carry a purse, but it's so much safer to keep your wallet on your person at all times. I handed her the credit card and prayed it wasn't over the limit. To my joy it wasn't. As she handed me my receipt, I glanced at her name tag. "Thank you Mina." She looked surprised but managed a "You're welcome."

Nat and I headed for the door when a hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to flinch and jerk away from it. "Ma'am I'm going to need to check your purse." The look on my face must have been one of shock, my mind rapidly tried to explain a hundred different reasons why he would be stopping us. The security guard gave me a grim smile and nodded towards the purse. I had no idea what was going on, still desperately trying to make sense of it, but handed him the purse anyway. I knew that I hadn't put anything in there.

My heart nearly dropped to the floor when I saw him pull out the video game that Nat had tried slipping in with his supplies. "Nathan Michael Cole," I began to yell, barely paying any attention to the security guard. The guard cleared his throat and said that we should go to the back room to discuss it. I grabbed Nat's shoulder and roughly guided him, following the security guard. When we got to the dingy back room the security guard turned and closed the door so that the three of us were alone. He pulled out a note pad and had me tell him my name, address and phone number. I spouted off the information he requested, still too stunned that my son had tried to steal something.

The guard cleared his throat and said, "Ma'am I'm going to have to completely search your belongings and bags to make sure nothing more has been taken." I nodded at him barely paying attention to a word he was saying, all the while glaring at Nat and telling him how much trouble he would be in when we got home. The security guard took his time slowly rifling through my purse and our shopping bags, making sure that only items purchased where in them. When he was satisfied with that, he turned back towards us. I was caught in mid-yell, with my finger shaking and pointing at Nat, whom still had not said a word. I let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to the guard.

The security guard was standing there with his hands folded over his chest, trying very hard to hide a smirk that had the corners of his mouth twitching. I don't know what came over me, Lord I really don't. I was so angry and frustrated at Nat that I lost my temper and strode towards the guard, jabbing my finger into his chest. "And what do you think is so funny about this?" I demanded.

The twitch disappeared as he quickly grabbed my wrists and using one hand to pin my right arm behind my back, used the other to adeptly start fastening handcuffs around my left wrist. The guard then grabbed my right arm and I felt the cool metal slide around my wrist seconds before I heard the familiar click of the lock fastening. He guided me over to a chair and forcefully, but gently pushed me down into it. "Stay." He commanded me. I glared at him angrily, and shouted "I am not a dog, how dare you speak to me that way."

The guard shot me such a look that I immediately regretted my words and sat quietly watching. He walked over and knelt down in front of where I had sat Nat and looked him straight in the eyes. "What's your name son?" he asked in a gentle tone of voice. Nat looked over at me, fear written across his face and I nodded at him to continue. "Naaa Naaaat, Nathan. Nathan Cole" He managed to stammer out. "Well Nathan Cole, do you understand what's going on here?" the guard asked him.

Nat nodded his head slowly and replied, "I put a video game in Mom's purse even though she said I couldn't have it." The guard nodded again and asked, "And why is that a bad thing Nathan?" Nat swallowed and answered, "Because you have to buy it." The guard firmly caught Nat's gaze and said, "Do you know what happens when you steal something Nathan?"

I could see the look of recognition spreading across Nat's face. He had just realized what he had done. "If I steal, Mom will get mad at me, and I'll go to jail." Nat answered slowly. The guard smiled at Nat and stood up. The guard opened another door in the room and flipped on the light, revealing what looked to be a staff break room. "Nathan, I want you to sit in here for a minute while I talk to your Mom." He instructed Nat. Nat jumped up from his chair and practically ran into the room. He plopped down onto the couch and sat looking expectantly at us as the guard shut the door, turning back to me.

He gestured for me to stand and turn around, and I could see he'd gotten the keys for the cuffs out of his pocket. I sighed and said as I stood and turned around, "Nat isn't a bad kid, he's been acting out a lot lately and I know my divorce has really done a number on him. He realizes what he's done was wrong. What will I have to do, pay for the game, a fine, or something like that?"

The guard didn't answer my question. I felt him move behind me, with one hand on my arm, but to my shock and dismay, his other hand rested on my hip. I felt him move in closer, his chest brushing against my back, lowering his head so that his face was next to my ear. My heart started racing and all I could think of was oh my god he's going to assault me. I started to lift up my leg to kick backwards, hopefully catching him in the knee or something, when his gentle voice stopped me. He softly whispered in my ear, "It's been a long time since I've seen you Shannon. You still look as divine as ever. You don't seem to even remember me, but I certainly remember you."

That voice. It made my heart stop and then start pounding so fast and loudly that I could feel it with every muscle in my body. Had I been so lost in my own problems and worries that I hadn't recognized the familiar tones of that voice? I trembled slightly and whispered, "Barry?" The low chuckle from deep in his throat spread a rush of warmth through my entire being as he slowly turned me around and gazed into my eyes. His hazel eyes had always seemed to pierce through clear into my soul when I was forced to look into them. Time had not changed that.

He grabbed my hip tightly, pulling me into himself, his other hand sliding through the strands of my hair, guiding my lips towards his own. My body melted against his as he kissed me, all of the nerves in my body responding, sending a tingle down my spine that was so intense that I swore sparks flew off of the handcuffs. As I inhaled his clean scent, all of the memories, emotions and desires flooded back to me as though someone had broken a dam deep within my soul.

Just as the tears were threatening to spill from my eyes, he broke the kiss, pulling back so that I could see him. He'd gotten older, not that I hadn't as well I ruefully reminded myself. Gone was the look of innocence that he'd once had. The man who stood before me now was still as handsome and rugged, but was now coupled with confidence making him look like a completely different person than he had so many years ago. The lust burning in his eyes was the same as I had remembered. They still brightly reflected everything he was, everything he had to offer.

Barry put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around, slowly unfastening the cuffs that bound my wrists behind my back. When they were free, I turned and hugged him, a thousand questions burning in my brain. He smiled at me and said, "I recognized you as soon as you walked in the door. You're still so beautiful. You didn't notice it, but I followed you while you shopped. When I saw your son try to pawn the game, I had to take my chance. I needed to reconnect one more time with you."

Nat. How could I forget about my son. I quickly ran over to peer through the glass into the room where he waited. Nat was flipping through a discarded video game magazine, unaware of what had transpired on the other side of the door.

I turned back to Barry, desperately trying to regain control of my racing heart. I shyly looked up at him, trying to act like the adult I now was. "What are you going to do about the video game?" I asked, not daring to look into his eyes.

Barry took a step forward and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him again. He smiled at me and replied, "Nothing. I'm going to let Nathan off with a warning. Has his mother forgotten that I did the same for her all those years ago?" I blushed furiously, and answered, "If I'm not mistaken, when his mother was caught she was given the choice of being turned over to the police or turned over the knee of a certain security guard."

Barry grinned back down at me. "She has the same choice now. I found that game in HER purse, not on her son's possession. The difference this time is that she also has to promise to speak with her son about the consequences of stealing." Honestly, up until that point, I did not think that I could have blushed more. I was wrong. I started to speak, "Barry, things are different now, I…"

His finger pressed against my lip stopped me as he spoke. "One last time Shannon and I promise to be gone from your life for good." My body was betraying my mind. My heart knew, my body knew. I had never stopped loving this man, never stopped loving and needing my Master. I nodded slowly, giving into my own needs and desires.

He smiled at me and said sternly, "Tonight then. Your son should spend some time with his father. Do you remember how to greet me?" I slowly and deliberately nodded, feeling more alive than I had for many years whispered back, "Yes Master." He proudly looked down at me and patted my rear as he walked over to get Nat from the other room.

As he walked us to the car he spoke again to Nat. "Now young man, I don't ever want to hear of you doing anything else like this again, or next time you will not get away with it so easily." Nat nodded as solemnly as a ten year old could and said "I won't ever do it again." As I closed the car door once Nat was inside, Barry whispered to me, "Seven PM pet, make me proud."

I confess that I drove home in a daze. I vaguely remember talking to Nat about what had happened, and how I wanted him to stay out of trouble. I remember calling Nat's father and talking to him about it, and getting him to agree to take Nat for the night. Thank the gods for small favors. In a daze I kissed my son goodbye and told my ex-husband to go easy on Nat, as I had already grounded him for the incident.

It felt automatic as I prepared for Him. I went to the bathroom and carefully showered, letting the hot water soak into each muscle, and then taking my razor and shaving away every trace of body hair below my neck. My fingers must have trembled when I brushed my hair out and tightly braided it into a long single braid down my back. I know I felt as giddy as a child in a candy store as I smoothed out the sheet on my bed and went to the closet for the old shoe box that had gathered dust for years.

I will never forget the smell of the old dusty leather as I parted the soft wrapping inside of the box and pulled out my collar. It had lain for so long, and yet had been crafted so finely that the leather was still soft and supple. It curved naturally around my neck, the cool metal of its single ring brushing lightly against my skin. I remember trembling as I pulled out the only other item from the box. A long solidly crafted wooden hairbrush emerged and I held it to my nose, inhaling its scent before resting it on the night stand by the bed. My heart and soul must have known, though my brain was not fully ready to accept it when I threw away the now empty box, instead of placing it back on its shelf where it had sat gathering dust, nothing more than a memory for me, till now.

I nervously drew my robe around me and went about the house closing the blinds. Ten minutes to seven, I clicked the answering machine over to field all calls. Five minutes to seven, I started pacing the rooms. As the first bell from the clock struck Seven PM, I stood behind the door, waiting. The first gong, my muscles are tense. The second gong, my stomach starts doing flips. The third gong, my mind is screaming I cannot do this. The fourth gong, the first drop of arousal starts to slide from my slit, dripping down my thighs. The fifth gong, I realize my nipples are hard, erect nubs, throbbing with desire. The sixth gong, I hear a car pull up and freeze in place. The seventh gong, I hold my breath.

How many seconds standing there had passed I do not know, will never know. My breath rushed out of my lungs when He knocked, two sure and strong knocks against the front door, one for the past, one for the present. I breathe slowly and open the door. He enters and closes the door behind Him, as he turns to face me, my robe falls away from my shoulders and I kneel with my legs parted. My pounding heart is making the ring on my collar vibrate slightly as I bow my head and interlock my fingers behind my neck, feeling the smooth leather of my collar. My voice does not sound like my own ringing in my ears as I say to Him, "Welcome home Master."

My heart pounded in my ears as Master took his time inspecting me, slowly walking around my body as I trembled. It felt as though my body shook with each step he took, slowly circling me, becoming reacquainted with my body. Once, twice, three times he slowly circled. It took all the willpower my body possessed not to break my position and pounce on him. Had it really been that many years since I had knelt in this position, so exposed and vulnerable? My mind felt as though it had been racing for an eternity, desperately wanting his return to be permanent and knowing that I was being too greedy with my desire for him.

I had just determined to myself that I would enjoy his presence while it lasted and that I would regret nothing, when Master stopped in front of me finally. I knelt there shivering under the power of his gaze. My attention was now riveted on his shoes, tattered old sandals. I had forgotten his love of them and the realization of the familiarity of this scene, this act, made me smile to myself. He reached down and patted my head, stroking away the lose piece of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes. He uttered one word, "Stay."

As he moved away from me, I could hear him pick up the bag he'd dropped in front of the door and walk away. Moments later I heard the creak of the stairs as he started walking up them, and then nothing. I was once again lost in my own thoughts. I wanted desperately to move and stretch my muscles as they began to grow tight, but my former training had already set in and I knelt there, closing my eyes and getting lost in remembrance.

I was just starting to get to the point where I could not have held my position any longer when I heard the telltale creaking of the steps again, knowing he was returning. He stood in front of me again and attached a leash to the ring on my collar saying, "Follow me little pet. You may walk, but keep your hands in position." I slowly rose up onto my feet, groaning softly as my knees cracked, wobbling a bit as I tried to steady myself. Once I was steady, Master jerked on the leash enough to indicate for me to follow him, but not enough to make me falter.

He led me up the stairs slowly and headed straight for my bedroom, pausing at its entrance. "My pet, do you remember our safe words?" I nodded my head as my heart beat faster, answering, "Yellow for caution and Red for stop Master." I don't know if he intended to do it, but he suddenly swept me up in his arms and held me tight. As he broke the embrace, He smiled at me and said, "Then it begins pet."

My eyes widened in surprise as he led me into the room. My bedroom barely resembled its former self, the light smell of vanilla washing over me as I entered. The room itself was bathed in warm candle light. My bed had been pulled away from the wall, the blankets and sheets removed, and four leather straps and cuffs were now attached to the short posts of the frame. Lain across my dresser was an assortment of gags, plugs, vibrators and clamps. A chair sat in the middle of the room, and on its seat sat several paddles and a flogger. My skin prickled in excitement and nerves.

It felt as though I must have jumped a mile when his hand suddenly caressed my ass, though in reality I know I must have only jerked in surprise. He let go of the leash, letting it fall between my breasts as the end of it rested on the floor. He moved behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them roughly, whispering in my ear, "Your skin is far too pale my pet, it's time we warm your cheeks and remind you what color they are supposed to be." He walked over to the chair and picked up the toys from it, placing them on the floor before settling into it. He snapped his fingers and I quickly moved over to stand in front of him. My head was still bowed, my arms, long since grown tired, still locked in place behind my head. He reached up and twisted my right nipple, then the left, causing me to quickly inhale. I could hear the low chuckle deep in his throat, and knew that so far, my reactions were pleasing to him.

He patted his lap and I quickly moved so that I leaned across his lap. My nose almost brushed against the floor where the paddles and floggers lay, the scent of the leather from the flogger permeating my senses. I felt his hands roam over the smooth planes of my ass, a firm pinch occasionally as I let my mind drift, trying to mentally prepare for the physical endurance I was about to face. I had just cleared my mind of all other thoughts when suddenly his hand came crashing down upon my left cheek. I jerked slightly and said, "One Master." He used his other hand, pulling my hips closer to himself when the next smack came to my right cheek, "Two Master." His next blow connected in the center between both cheeks and I grimaced before saying, "Three Master."

Master continued to spank me with his hand as I counted out the blows for Him. When I said, "50 Master," I braced myself for the next one, dangerously close to tears. Instead, I felt His hand gently rubbing my skin. His touch felt cool compared to my skin, which was already starting to lose the stinging feeling, which was quickly replaced by an itching throbbing feeling. He placed his hand on the small of my back, steadying Himself as He leaned down and selected a paddle from the toys on the floor.

I felt the coolness of the smooth wood tracing over my ass, my muscles involuntarily tightening. He pinched my thigh and as I jerked, the paddle came down on my upturned cheeks. I whimpered at that first stroke saying, "One Master." He pinched my other thigh, and as I squirmed, the paddle came down on my cheeks again, "Two Master." I felt the paddle rise off my cheeks again, but this time, as it connected with my flesh striking both cheeks at once, he reached between my legs and pinched the lips of my slit together. Embarrassed at the arousal I could feel dripping from my lips, I softly said, "Three Master." I heard him sigh softly again, finally becoming aware of the hardness of his cock pressing against my belly.

"For now my pet, I want you to count in your head. Do not lose count, for I will ask when I am done. Be as silent as you possibly can," He instructed me. I nodded my head answering, "Yes my Master." The next blow came barely after the word Master had escaped my lips and I groaned loudly, quickly biting my lip, determined not to make another sound. He alternated between my cheeks at random, sometimes hitting one, then the other, then both at the same time. I almost lost count once or twice when he hit the same spot in rapid succession. I was fighting back the tears in my eyes again when a particularly hard blow striking both cheeks at once, causing the tears to fall, and me to scream out.

He dropped the paddle to the floor, and started massaging my aching ass. I sighed and relaxed as his hands slid from my ass, feeling his nails gently racking across my thighs. His touch made me quiver even more as one of his fingers slowly traced along my lips, slowly pushing between them. I stiffened as his fingernail slowly, teasingly scrapped across my clit. My mind screamed out, wanting more, needing his touch to push me over the edge, all the while knowing that he would allow me to orgasm when he decided it was time. My groan turned into a moan as Master removed his finger, leaning down and pushing it into my mouth. I enthusiastically cleaned his finger off, licking away my own juices, tasting the sweet muskiness of myself.

As he removed his finger from my mouth, he patted my rear and said, "Bed little one, spread eagle, now." I quickly hopped up off of his lap and walked over to the bed. I lay across it and positioned myself so that my arms and legs were near the restraints. Master stood and walked over to me, taking his time fastening the cuffs so that they were tight, but not too tight. Before he attached the ankle cuffs, He had me raise my hips so that he could place a firm pillow beneath them. Once all of the cuffs were on my wrists and ankles, he walked around the bed tightening each of the straps so that I was stretched tightly. Master leaned down over the headboard and unfastened the leash that was still attached to my collar. I whimpered as a pair of clamps came into view.

Master frowned disapprovingly and grabbed both of my nipples, twisting them roughly as my back tried to arch to alleviate the pain. "Your body is mine little one. Do not think that your moans and whimpers have an effect on me," He sternly warned. I nodded my head slowly and whispered, "Yes Master." He pushed one end of the clamps through the ring in my collar, pulling it through till the center of the chain hung from the ring. He cupped my left breast and pulled it up towards the clamp. Picking up the clamp with his other hand, he fastened it to my nipple, and released his hold of the breast. I moaned as the weight of my breast tried to pull the nipple back to its natural resting place, but the clamp bit fast, pulling the nipple up high. Master repeated the process with my right breast, and then stepped back to watch me squirm, as each time I exhaled it caused the clamps to pull more.

Master walked over to the dresser and selected an anal plug, a vibrator and something else which I could not see. He eased his way onto the bed, sitting carefully between my legs. He placed the items between my stretched legs and grinned up at me with a wicked grin. Master picked up the first object and showed it to me. It was the anal plug, which appeared to be small enough for me to be able to easily take it. He first slid it deep inside of my slit, lubricating it on my own arousal. He pumped the plug several times in and out of my slit before removing it and positioning it at my puckered asshole. I moaned with desire as he slowly slid it into me. It had been years since I'd had anything plugging me in that way. He remembered though. My body remembered. Each inch that slid inside of me felt delicious. As the plug slowly slid home, Master watched my facial expressions as my moaning increased and my hips twitched from pleasure.

Master winked at me, and I felt the plug inside of me grow. I had not realized that it was inflatable and as it continued to grow, I could feel my arousal gush from my slit. When I grimaced slightly, Master asked me, "Is that your limit my pet?" "Yes Master, I do not think I could take anymore," I half answered, half panted back. He grinned evilly at me and gave the pump on the plug one last squeeze, causing me to scream out slightly.

He reached between my legs again, and I soon felt the cool smoothness of a vibrator being pushed into my slit. I moaned and tried to grind my hips against it, but my bonds would not allow me that much movement. I nearly screeched with pleasure and pain as that too began to inflate. Master was watching my face the entire time and stopped pumping it up when my telltale grimace appeared.

"One more thing my pet," his voice sang out, breaking me from my concentration on the two monsters that now filled me. He held up a butterfly vibrator and used one hand to hold it in position while the others attached its straps around my thighs. I closed my eyes, tensing and releasing my muscles around the plugs, feeling the rubber knobs on the butterfly lightly brush against my clit. I was lost in the feeling of the plugs when I screamed out from sudden pain streaking across my chest from one breast to the other. Master had removed the clamps from my nipples both at one time. I had been so lost in other sensations that I had forgotten about them and had not noticed him stand up.

He reached into his back pockets, and brought out two items. The first I recognized as our old hair brush that I had lain out on the nightstand. The other I did not recognize, but it looked like some sort of remote control. I quickly learned that it was indeed a remote. Master smiled his wicked grin at me, and pressed the first button. The plug in my ass started to vibrate. The vibrations were soft enough not to drive me over the edge, but enough to keep my desire slowly building, teasing. He pressed the second button next, and the vibrator in my slit came to life, its intensity the same as the plug in my ass. I whimpered as the butterfly remained off, still pressed against my throbbing clit, still teasing. He grinned and put the control back into his pocket and picked up the hair brush.

Master sat down on the edge of the bed near my side, and slowly traced around my breasts with the bristles of the hairbrush. The sensation was light and almost tickled me. I have a bad habit of closing my eyes and getting lost in those sensations, because as soon as I did, Master quickly hit the side of my breast with the flat part of the brush. I moaned and said, "One Master." He reached over and placed a finger across my lips, "Don't count this time pet. Just get lost in the feelings I am building in you. Remember who you are."

I nodded and smiled at him as I closed my eyes again. I let my mind focus on the plugs, the vibrations, the feelings as he hit my breasts with the hairbrush. My body jerked and danced around within its restraints with each impact. My body had become a solid stream of pain and pleasure. As I panted faster, moans escaping from my lips, he stopped using the hair brush. I only noticed that he had stopped when the vibrations from the plugs stopped. Master stood up and picked up a candle from the nightstand.

I whimpered softly, half out of fear, half out of desire as he came over and knelt over my breasts with the candle. I held my breath as he slowly tipped the candle. I could smell the vanilla scent before I saw the first drip of wax start to fall, watching almost as if time had stopped. I followed the drop, drawing in my breath as it splashed against my sore breast, the heat from the wax taking a second to register in my brain. I cried out a few seconds later when it did. Master moved the candle and let another drop fall on my other breast. I cried out again and tried to wriggle away, desperately pulling at my bonds, feeling each impact of heat as the wax hit my skin. Master's voice broke through my moans and cries, "Do not cum." He rapidly pressed another button on the remote and both plugs and the butterfly came to life, vibrating harder and much more insistent than before.

Master continued to coat my breasts with the wax, though I admit that I barely noticed it at this point. My entire focus was on the vibrations and forcing my body to hold off. I had almost reached the point where I was going to orgasm like it or not when they stopped. My chest was heaving, my skin coated in a layer of sweat, and I could smell my own desire permeating the air, when Master asked, "How many times did the paddle spank you my pet?" I rapidly searched my brain for the answer, gulped and prayed that I was correct, "57 times Master." He looked sternly down at me and I felt my heart drop, realizing that I must have miscounted. He leaned down and fiercely growled in my ear, "Cum my slut," and the vibrators roared to life inside of me. It must have taken less than a second for me to cum. My body went rigid as my muscles spasmed around the plugs, the butterfly hammering away at my engorged clit mercilessly. As I rode out the wave of pleasure, the vibrating increased again, and my body was lost as another orgasm crashed down upon me. I have no idea for how long I lay there shaking. It seemed endless. Finally the vibrations stopped and my body collapsed. Through the haze I vaguely remember smiling up at him and saying, "Thank You Master."

I must have passed out from exhaustion, for the next thing I remember is waking in bed, with my head resting against his chest, all of my bonds removed. He had undressed and was softly playing with my hair while watching me sleep. He smiled at me and hugged me closely against his body. As he hugged me, I became aware of his hard cock pressing against my hip. Suddenly shy, I whispered into his chest, "Master may your little pet please suck on your cock." He chuckled and pulled the blanket away from himself.

Master sat up, resting his back against the headboard as I knelt between his legs. I slowly licked around the head of his cock before licking my lips and lowering my head so that his cock slowly slid inside of my mouth. I kept swallowing as inch after inch slid into my mouth. Once his entire length was in my mouth and throat, my nose pressed against his groin, I paused. I held every inch inside of my mouth, swallowing around him, so that the muscles of my throat gripped his cock tightly. I slowly counted to 30 in my head, my hot breath rapidly hitting his groin as I breathed through my nose. When I had counted to 30, I slowly started to slide the length of his cock in and out of my mouth. My tongue flicked and rubbed along the underside each time it slid back in. I tightened my lips and sucked harder each time his cock withdrew from my throat. When I noticed Master's breath start to get ragged, I used the palm of my hand to slowly start massaging his balls. As his moans got louder, I briefly pulled back to suck just on the swollen head of his cock, using my tongue to flick at the slit. He moaned loudly as I did so and grabbed my head, pushing down on it as his hips thrust upwards. I heard him scream out seconds before I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I kept swallowing as he came, briefly tasting the tangy muskiness of his cum. I kept my mouth impaled upon his cock, gently sucking until his spasms stopped

When he released his grip on my head and collapsed back, I slowly slid his cock out of my mouth, using my tongue to lick and clean every inch of it as I did so. I swallowed the last few drops of his sticky cum before permitting his cock to leave my mouth. I licked my lips and smiled up at him. He slid back down on the bed and patted his chest. I crawled back up to him and nuzzled close as he pulled the blankets around us. Just before I drifted back off to sleep I whispered, "Thank You Master."

I awoke feeling a bit stiff and sore. I rolled over, wanting to nuzzle against him, only to find that he was not in bed. I rose from the bed and looked around. Gone were all of the toys and candles. Reaching up to touch my throat, I realized that the collar was gone. I choked back a sob as I saw my robe hanging on the doorknob. I reasoned to myself that just because he had brought it up from the floor downstairs that it didn't mean he had left. I knew better though. I looked around the house for any sign of him. I found none. I started to cry as I entered the kitchen, the aroma of fresh coffee greeting me. He'd thoughtfully left a pot of coffee on and I got myself a cup. As I reached into the fridge for the half and half, my heart skipped a beat. There was a note attached to the carton. I quickly ripped the note off and started to read, standing there with the fridge door open.

Good morning pet. I've left this note where I knew you would find it. Even time can't change your need for coffee first thing in the morning. I'm going to take a guess and say you haven't even finished making it. Stop reading and do so.

I blushed and giggled to myself as I read the first part of his note. He was right. I was almost overcome with emotion as I realized how well he knew me. He knew every bit of my personality and habits as though they were his own. I put his note in my robe's pocket and quickly finished making my cup of coffee. I took the cup into the living room with me and settled down into my favorite chair. I took one quick sip and pulled his note from my pocket and continued reading, occasionally sipping at the coffee as I did so.

Good girl. Now you have your coffee to drink while reading my note. Aren't you so lucky to have a Master who knows you?

I nearly choked on the coffee as I read this line. It was so like him, love and caring tainted with arrogance.

I'm sorry I had to slip away so early this morning pet, but I had to go to work. You looked so innocent and angelic, as you lay sleeping that I could not bear to wake you up. (Even as I write that I'm laughing at my choice of words.) I will admit that I was tempted to tie you up and let you wake in lovely bondage. I have stashed my bag of toys in the closet in your bedroom. I'll have to come back tonight and retrieve them. I'll be there at 7 P.. M. again. I initially intended for last night to be the last time. Now, I do not desire to let you slip away from me again. That choice however is yours my pet. We had something once. It's still there. I know that our lives have changed and that it will not be easy. If you say yes, I will never let you go again pet. If you say no, I will respect your choice and leave it at that. See you tonight. ~Master

I took a deep breath and shakily set my cup of coffee down. Forever? My mind reasoned with itself. I love him. I needed him. I have a son. Nathan needs me. How will Nat react to a new man entering my life so soon after his father's departure? How can I be a submissive with a child in the house? Master just reappeared in my life. I don't even know what has changed in his life in the years since I've seen him.

I spent most of the day in a fog, my brain trying to use reason and logic, while my heart and body yearned for him. I tried reading, but ended up tossing aside the book after having read the same page four times. I was finally able to get lost in cleaning. I crawled around mindlessly scrubbing the kitchen floor, determined to get every speck of dirt up. As I worked, the front door opened, startling me. I looked up just in time to see Nat and my ex-husband tracking dirt across my clean floor. "Couldn't you two have taken your shoes off first?" I groaned at them as I threw the rag playfully at Nat.

I stood up and hugged Nat, asking him, "Have fun?" Nat nodded and ran off to the living room. I looked awkwardly at my ex-husband before breaking the silence, "Thanks for taking him. After what happened yesterday, I figured some time with his father would be good for him. I hope you weren't too difficult on him?" My ex-husband shook his head and said, "I sat him down and we talked about it man to man. He's having trouble adjusting, but he's a good kid, and I think we just need to make sure he continues to spend more time with both of us to get through this." He gave me a stiff hug and started towards the door, calling to Nat, "I'll see you later Buddy, don't give your Mom too much trouble." Nat waved to his father and returned back to his video game.

I showed my ex-husband to the door and went back to scrubbing the fresh dirt off of the floor. I had just about finished when someone knocked on the door twice. "Nat, can you answer that please?" I hollered over to him. I heard him get up and go to the door, and after a moment heard his shaky voice call for me.

I got up off the floor and walked to the door where Nat stood shaking, Master still standing on the front porch. I had to stifle a giggle, imagining what Nat must be thinking. I invited Master inside. Nat eyed him warily and hid himself behind me. Master chuckled and knelt down in front of me, speaking to Nat, "I'm not here because you're in trouble Nat. I'm also an old friend of your Mom's." Nat looked relieved and I told him he could go back to his game. He smiled and ran back to the living room.

I motioned to the kitchen and Master followed me. I spoke in hushed tones so that Nat would not overhear. "I need to make dinner and eventually get Nat in bed before we talk, is it okay if we talk after that?" He nodded and kissed my cheek. "What's for dinner?" I laughed and said, "Nat's favorite, hamburgers and macaroni and cheese, which if I recall, is also yours." He chuckled at me. "You know it. I'm going to go see if Nat will let me play that game with him in the meanwhile." I smiled sadly as I watched him retreat into the living room.

While I prepared dinner, I could hear Nat quizzing Master on all of the video games he knew. I had to chuckle when Master started quizzing Nat back about some of the games. As started to set the table and I could hear the two laughing at each other. I had just started to place the food on the table, and nearly dropped a dish when I heard a scream from the living room. Running in there, my heart nearly stopped as I saw Master fall over and Nat laughing hysterically. "What's going on in here?" I anxiously asked, dropping down to my knees to check on Master. I was shocked to see him smile back up at me. "Everything's fine. Your son just completely demolished me in the game." He sat up laughing and shook a finger at Nat, "Just you wait, someday I'll learn how to play this and then we'll see who is laughing." I finally dissolved into laughter, realizing that the two were indeed playing around. Between giggles I said, "Okay you two, come on in for dinner."

Dinner was surreal to me. Everything looked and smelled delicious. We seemed like a perfectly normal family eating. Yet, we weren't even close to being one. All the feelings in my soul overwhelmed me and made the food taste bland and dry in my mouth, even though I knew it was not. I had to smile as Nat and Master competed with each other over who could eat more macaroni in one bite. The both looked dumbfounded when I beat the pair of them.

After dinner I cleaned up and put the coffee pot on and glanced at the clock. "Nat, your first day of school is tomorrow. You should get to bed early tonight." Nat gave me a grumpy look and was about to argue with me when Master spoke up, "If you don't do well in school Nat, your Mom will have to ground you, and then I'll have no one to play video games with." This made Nat grin and he ran up the stairs towards his room.

I hugged Master tight and whispered, "Thank You". He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I followed Nat upstairs and got him tucked into bed. As I was kissing him good night, Nat asked me, "Mom, will he really come back to play games with me?" I smiled softly at my son and replied, "As long as that's what you want Nat, its okay with me." He nodded happily and snuggled against his pillow. I blew him a kiss and headed back downstairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that the coffee pot was half empty and that Master was not there. I walked around the house and finally found him sitting on the swing on the back porch. He handed me a cup of coffee as I curled up next to him. After taking a few sips of the bittersweet coffee, I sighed softly and cleared my throat. Master stopped me by placing a finger against my lips, "Its okay pet. I know that your son is the most important thing to you in the world. I wouldn't dare dream of interrupting your life with him." I shook my head and knelt down in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "Nat is the most important thing in my life. I do not want him to feel alienated having someone so new in his life. But," I took a deep breath. "But you are my Master. You always have been, and always will be. It would be foolish to deny my heart's desire. I've watched how you interact with Nat. He likes you Master. You will not replace him as a father, but with time, I know he will accept you as more than my friend." Master cleared his throat and cupped my chin in his hands. "What are you trying to tell me pet?"

I flushed bright red, and tried to lower my eyes, but he held onto my chin, forcing me to gaze directly into his eyes. "Master, I," I faltered, wishing I was anyplace else than there at that exact moment. My words came out in a rush. "Master I am saying that I wish to fully commit myself to you, heart, soul, mind and body." Master wiped the tears away from my eyes and though he whispered into my ear, the words went straight to my soul. "Thank you my little one. I will do my best to provide caring and love for not only you, but Nat as well. I know this process will take time, but knowing that you are mine, will make it worth the wait."

Master drew out a small package from his pocket and opened it in front of me. Inside the box lay a thin silver necklace looking collar. A small silver key lay in the center, between the coils of the collar. He picked the collar up from the box and encircled it around my neck. I could hear the clasp shut as my heart pounced wildly. He paused for a moment, watching me. I'd closed my eyes, feeling the cool metal encircling my neck and feeling as though the world finally made sense to me.

Master picked up the key and inserted it into the hidden lock on the collar, looking deep into my eyes. "Are you sure this is what you desire my pet?" I swallowed once before bowing my head and placing my hands behind my head. "I am yours now and forever Master." With those words, he turned the key in the lock and I heard a click as my future was sealed. Master kissed my forehead and as he did so, I could feel a few tears that had fallen from his eyes.

He removed the key from the lock and unfastened a small chain on his own neck. He slid the key onto the chain and fastened the chain back around his neck. I cannot tell how long I knelt there, our eyes fixed upon each other, sharing our love and commitment without a word. After what seemed like a thousand eternities, he leaned over and scooped me up into his warm arms, holding me tight, whispering into my ear, "We are both finally home my dearest little one."

Shannon quietly wiped away the tears that were streaming down her eyes with her sleeve. She quickly placed the old tattered journal away on her nightstand so that the ink wouldn't run on its now yellowed pages which contained tales and memories of her life as a submissive. Another sob rose into her throat, threatening to choke her as she allowed herself to fall face forward onto the bed. She sobbed, not caring if anyone heard her, but needing to release the pent up sadness and sorrow that filled her soul. As she cried her hands curled into fists around clumps of the blankets on the bed, her soul yearning to cling to anything and everything.

When at last the tears had slowed, and her stiff muscles began to relax, She gingerly forced herself to sit upright on the bed. She bit her lip, trying to be strong and force back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes again. She stood slowly and cautiously took a few steps. Once she was sure of her own feet, Shannon picked up the journal from the nightstand. She gently brushed her fingers along the polished wood of the hair brush that had lain in the same spot since her Master had claimed her again. She moved over to the desk and slowly settled into the chair. As she sat there, Shannon ran her fingers along the delicate silver collar she wore, the familiar pain in her heart as her fingertips brushed against the small lock that kept it permanently around her neck. She opened the journal, its dusty smell permeating the room, and picked up her favorite pen beginning to write. As the tears brimmed in her eyes, she knew this would be the last entry ever made.

Today is a day I knew was coming for a long time. Today is the day I finally said goodbye to my Master. He is and was and always will be the Master of my heart, soul and body. I thought I had lost him once before, but he found me again. I would not trade any second of the thirty-nine years since that day. He loved me completely as a wife, a mother, a best-friend, a lover and as his submissive. He restored me so I was whole, and made life make sense again. He became a second father to my son, and loved him as though Nathan were his own. Someday I will meet him again, somewhere out in whatever afterlife there is waiting for two soul mates. It is our destiny to remain together for eternity. I will continue on here, knowing when we meet again, he will say to me, "Welcome home my pet."

Mrs. Baker had two adopted sons, Thomas and Michael. Unfortunately she had no husband. If she had, things might have turned out different, but as it stood, Thomas and Michael were the only men in her life. Young men, that is.

Born just one year apart, Thomas was the older boy at nineteen. He had dark hair and a slender yet definitive build. He was cut, as Mrs. Baker liked to think when she watched him get out of the pool in the backyard and observed the tiny drops of water dripping from his jagged chin. Smart and sexy, Thomas had it all: the looks, the charm, and the body, to get any girl he wanted-but he was his mother's son.

Michael was the complete opposite of his adopted brother. A bit on the pudgy side, not too bright, and a bit defiant-yet he had already managed to have at least one girlfriend by the time he had turned eighteen. A sultry slut named Cindy who had stolen Mrs. Baker's boy away from her for a summer. She broke his heart and left it lying in a puddle of tears on his pillow. Mother had consoled him as best she could, but in the end it wasn't enough, and she had sought out comfort in Thomas.

"Shh, it's okay," he would say late at night when they were both huddled together under the covers. "He'll come around."

Mrs. Baker wanted to believe her boy, but she just didn't see how Michael could ever love her like Thomas did. She wanted him too, of course. She wanted him to caress her hair the way Tommy did, brush his lips against hers, feel him pressed up against her while she wrapped her legs around him tight. It was impossible, though. Michael had a mind of his own, and nothing she could say would ever change it.

"I'll have a talk with him," Thomas would say.

And he did. Over and over again. It didn't work.

Then one day Michael brought home another girl named Chloe. She was as pale as Casper and wore black eye shadow to match her black clothes that hung off her like seaweed. As much as she hated her then, though, Mrs. Baker had to credit Chloe with doing what she never could have done on her own: make Michael love her.

It was on a Saturday afternoon. Chloe was over and the two were in Michael's bedroom with the door shut. Mrs. Baker, being the consummate snoop that she was, stood at the door listening to their conversation. They were talking about sex, and all the different things they had done. Of course, most of what Michael was saying was made up, as he had only been with one other girl, and Mrs. Baker doubted he had done half the things he was claiming. There was no way he had sixty-nined that little Cindy bitch, or fucked her ass and blew his load all over her face. Even if he had, Mrs. Baker was sure it was no good. That little tramp was just a young, inexperienced harlot. How could Michael know what it really meant to feel good?

"What about you?" he had asked Chloe.

Mrs. Baker listened as she told him tall tales of blowjobs and getting her pussy eaten by two guys at once. She was appalled by her words, but the way she described the things she was saying made Mrs. Baker think she just might be telling the truth. That's not all they made her, either.

Standing outside the door, listening to her son and girlfriend talk about sex, made her feel warm. Chloe definitely had a mouth on her, and as Mrs. Baker listened to her describe the way she gave oral, it made her think about Michael and how good her son would feel between her lips.

She reached down and traced the top of her yoga pants with her fingers. Her entire body tingled as Chloe talked about swirling her tongue around the head of some boys cock before sliding her lips down the shaft. Mrs. Baker reached into her pants and felt her swollen pussy lips dance with excitement. When she parted them, she slid one of them into her with ease, as she was already sopping wet from listening to her son's conversation with his girlfriend. As it entered her, she caught her breath and continued to listen to Chloe talk about sucking on balls and deepthroating while she slowly moved it in and out of her hole, squirming against her hand at the same time.

"There's nothing like the feel of a hard dick in my mouth," Chloe said.

Mrs. Baker had to agree with her on that point.

Then she felt someone behind her and she jumped. It was Thomas. He cupped his hand around her mouth so she wouldn't make a sound, and when her eyes found his, she knew he had been listening along with her and was just as riled up as she was.

Her son's hand slid up her top and he ran a thumb across her hard nipple. She gasped in silence, parting her thin lips and closing her eyes. They pressed together and she could feel the bulge in Thomas's track pants grow bigger and bigger as Chloe droned on in the background. Her son lifted her shirt and breasts as big as cantaloupes spilled out into the cool air. He bent and took one in his mouth while she reached down to massage him. Thomas sucked on it as hard as he could, something she adored.

Not wanting to be found out, but wanting her son just the same, Mrs. Baker lowered herself to her knees after just a few more moments. Thomas placed a hand on the wall for balance as she pulled his cock free from the confines of its cotton prison. It dangled like a carrot before her and she quickly placed it between her lips, just as Chloe had described, sliding them up and down the shaft.

Thomas stared down at his mother sucking on his cock. He ran his hands through her auburn hair and relished the way her big green eyes stared up at him as she worked her mouth over him. She paid close attention to his fat head, sucking on it almost as hard as he had sucked on her tits. After a moment he cupped one hand on the back of head and thrust his hips forward, making sure his mother took all of him in. When he felt her nose press up against him, he trembled, and released his grip on Mrs. Baker's head.

She gagged, just a little, and pulled away. It felt so good to have at least one son in her mouth. Tommy was a good boy, that's for sure. Mrs. Baker stuck out her tongue and slapped his cock against it, then against her cheek. She loved his dick so much, and the way he used it. She wanted him to fuck her right there in the hallway outside Michael's door, but she knew him and Chloe would hear them. Instead, she went to work some more on Tommy's cock, sucking, licking, and deepthroating him more and more until his body convulsed and she felt the warmth of his seed spill down the back of her throat. It dripped into her stomach like honey and she gulped as much of it back as she could.

When they were done, Mrs. Baker stayed behind to listen to the rest of Chloe and her son Michael's conversation.

It had moved on to them talking about their favorite positions, and she couldn't believe that they weren't both naked by now. How could they not be completely turned on by what they were talking about? She would have had her son on his back by then, straddling his dick and riding him like a pony.

She smiled at the thought while thinking about Thomas's cock once again. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, by the sound of a belt buckle being undone.

There it was.

Chloe was finally going to let Michael into her pants. Mrs. Baker's thoughts went from pleasure to anger as she thought about her son going down on someone that wasn't her. It wasn't going to happen, not in her house. She waited a few more moments, and when she heard Chloe start to moan she burst though the bedroom door.

"What is going on in hear?" she screamed.

She saw the pale girl on her back, legs spread, shaved pussy exposed, while Michael looked at her in shock. His chin was already slick with her juices.

"Mom!"

"Jesus Christ," Chloe jumped and pulled her pants back up. She almost toppled over trying to gather her things. "What the fuck?"

"Get out of my house you little bitch," Mrs. Baker yelled. "Get out and don't come back."

The look in Chloe's eyes told her that she had gotten her point across well, instilling fear into her heart just like she wanted. She observed as the pale slut ran from the room and listened as her footsteps clomped down the stairs. When the front door slammed shut, she turned back to her son, who was sitting dejected on the bed.

"Why, Mom?"

Mrs. Baker went and sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder and holding him close.

"Shh, it's okay. She's gone. Now it's just you and me again."

"I don't want it to be just you and me though, Mom."

Mrs. Baker pulled away from her son. "How can you say that? It's always just been you and me, and your brother. What more do we need? What more do you need?"

"I don't know," Michael sniffed. "I just need someone like me, someone who understands."

"Is that it?" Mrs. Baker asked, her face a portrait of surprise. "You don't think I understand?"

Michael shook his head as Thomas came and stood in the doorway. "Everything okay?" he asked.

Mrs. Baker nodded. "You're bother was just telling me that he doesn't think I understand him."

"How can she not understand you, Mikey, she's your mother? Of course she understands you."

Michael shook his head again. "No she doesn't. All she wants is what's on the outside. She doesn't care about what I'm thinking or feeling, she just wants what's good for her."

Mrs. Baker, reeling from her son's words, stood and looked down at Michael, "That's not true. Ask your brother. All I ever wanted from you boys was what's on the inside. I want to know you both, inside and out. From having one comes the other, don't you see that?"

"It's true," said Thomas, stepping past the threshold and into the bedroom. "Mom loves me with all her heart. We talk for hours about life, and our feelings, and you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. She loves you so much, Mikey. Mom just wants to be a part of your life in the most intimate way possible. From that comes understanding. She knows me better than I know myself, and that's the reason why."

Michael, still not sure if he should trust the both of then, looked up at his mother as a tear spilled down his cheek. "Is that true?"

"Oh, honey." Mrs. Baker crouched down in front of him and held her son in her arms. "Of course it's true. I just want to know you like I know your brother, that's all. Won't you let me in?"

They rocked back and forth for a while as Thomas looked on, smiling. Michael was crumbling, and when he saw his brother's hands slide up his mother's back, he knew he had finally caved.

"Okay," he mumbled in the crook of her neck.

Mrs. Baker pulled back and cupped her son's face in her hands. "You mean it?"

Michael nodded.

His mother leaned in and softly brushed her lips against his, just like she had always imagined. Michael tensed up at first, but quickly relaxed as their lips pressed harder together. There was no doubt that he was still horny from going down on Chloe, and Mrs. Baker knew she could capitalize on that.

Thomas came up behind her and massaged her shoulders while his mother and brother kissed. When they were finished, she stood up and allowed him to remove her top. Like in the hallway, her breasts spilled out again, this time for Michael to see.

He admired their size, as well as their smoothness. Her leaned in close and saw traces of green veins running through them under the skin. Her brown nipples were already as hard as stone, and he took one of them in his mouth for the very first time while cupping it in his hand.

"Mmm," moaned his mother. "That's nice."

Behind her, Thomas bent down and lowered her yoga pants to her ankles so she could step out of them. When she did, Michael looked down to see her pussy waiting for him.

It wasn't shaved like Chloe's but it was close. There was a thin trail of pubic hair leading down to just above the lips, but everything else below that was clean. His mother's clit poked out, inviting him to suck on it. When Michael leaned in, he slowly ran his tongue over his mother's pussy while his brother squeezed her tits from behind. She leaned back into him and moaned once again as Michael slid his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her wetness.

It was finally happening, what she had always dreamed of. Her youngest son allowing her to be the mother she had always wanted to be with him. One who cared, wholeheartedly, about his entire being, and was willing to do anything to comfort him. Now he was there, between her legs making her feel like the perfect woman, tasting how much she loved him. She felt his tongue slide into her hole while Thomas pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Michael wiggled around inside of her, sending tiny tremors of passion pulsating through her entire body. She looked down at the top of his head and back over her shoulder at his brother. They kissed, tongues finding one another like high school lovers after so many years apart.

When Michael was finished, he pulled back and looked up at them both. "Was that okay?" he asked.

His mother leaned over and kissed him on the lips, tasting herself on them. "That was wonderful." Her son smiled. "Now lie back on the bed, Mommy has something special she wants to give you."

He did as he was told and she removed his clothes, staring down at his dick; which stood at attention like a good little soldier.

"Oh my," she proclaimed. "Such a pretty cock." Mrs. Baker got on the bed and crouched down in front of her boy with her ass sticking up in the air. Thomas got down on the floor in front of it and continued where Michael left off, tasting his mother's sweet pussy. She looked up at her other son who was eagerly awaiting his mother's mouth. She smiled, and took him in, sucking his manhood back down her throat.

Her head bobbed up and down as she gave her son the best blowjob he had ever received. Experienced, she knew how to hit all the right buttons. She provided the right amount of suction, and went back and forth between licking and sucking, even taking his juicy balls in her mouth on occasion to tease him while she stroked the shaft. Her breasts dangled down in front of her, resting on his thighs as her mouth worked him over.

"Oh God, Mom. That feels so good," Michael groaned.

She licked him like a lollipop and smiled. "I knew you'd like it, son."

Then she felt a jab as Thomas entered her from behind. She cried out in surprise, not even knowing he had stripped down to nothing. She had been too focused on Michael's cock to see anything. As he pumped her cunt from behind, she moved in unison with the rocking, making sure her mouth continued bobbing in motion up and down her son's dick, while feeling her older son slide in and out of her. It felt so good that way, and she was able to take him deeper than ever before. Thomas pumped her good from behind, slapping her bottom twice, which made her moan while Mikey's cock was stuffing her face. She imagined him there, seeing her pussy lips wrapped around his dick, her walls closing in around him as he jabbed the head in harder and faster. It made her shiver with delight and that, coupled with the fact she was with Michael for the very first time and loving it, was too much to handle. After a few more moments she removed her son's cock from between her lips and screamed out as she came, sending rivers of juice flowing out over Thomas's penis.

When she was finished, she looked at Michael through a sweaty mess of tangled hair as Thomas withdrew from her. Still wanting her younger son, now more than ever, she straddled him. Mrs. Baker gripped his cock in her hand and jerked it up and down for a moment as he closed his eyes. Then, slowly she sat down on it. She moaned as he penetrated her hole, then cried out as the thick shaft of his cock stretched her out, and finally she giggled when he was all the way in and she could feel his balls on her ass.

"You feel so good, son," she purred.

Michael reached up and massaged her tits while she began to buck her hips back and forth. Thomas looked on as his mother and brother fucked, secretly applauding them for finally consummating the relationship that had been torn for so long. He was proud of them both, and knew that from that moment, things between them would be okay. After this, the sky was the limit, and who knows how many more encounters they would all relish in before the boys went off to college? He hoped it was many, because seeing how much fun his mom was having pleased him to no end.

Mrs. Baker leaned forward as Michael grabbed her ass. She let him take over, ramming his hard cock inside her over and over again. She nodded her head yes countless times, showering him with sweat. Thomas looked down to see a thin sheet of cum covering his brother's dick. It was a beautiful sight.

"Atta boy, Mikey," he said.

Mrs. Baker cried out again as her son fucked her good. Something was missing though, something she desperately needed.

"Come here, Tommy," she said.

Thomas came closer and stood on the bed over his brother and in front of his mom. She gulped back his cock and sucked it as best she could, tasting her juice on him still. It was salty, and that made her thirsty for his cum.

"Come on, Tommy. Cum for me. Cum for Mommy."

Michael laughed from below them. "Don't get any on me," he said while pumping his mother's pussy still.

She looked down at him. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Thomas furiously worked his hand over his dick, stroking it as fast as he could for his mother. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Michael fucked her harder and harder, slamming himself into her over and over. "Ah fuck, ahhh yeahhh," she moaned with her open mouth.

"Here it comes, Mom," Thomas yelled.

He moved the head of his penis directly into his mom's mouth as it began to spurt thick ropes of hot cum down her throat. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked, gulping all of it down, making sure not to spill a drop of it onto Michael. Thomas shivered again as his mom drank his cum, and smiled down at his brother and winked. "See how good this is?" he asked.

Michael nodded as Thomas stepped off the bed. Mrs. Baker had drained him and he was beginning to soften.

"Good boy," she said to him, then she looked down at her other son. "Now it's your turn."

She continued bouncing on him, her tits swaying left and right as the jackhammer that was his cock pummeled her pussy. She grinned from ear to ear, still tasting Thomas's cum in her throat. Michael had given himself completely over to her-finally. Afterward, she knew she would stand in the shower and cry tears of joy but for now she was enjoying the feel of her son inside her. She had dreamed about this moment for so long, and to have both of them there to experience this with her was amazing. It made her feel like the perfect mother.

"Come on, Michael, do it. Do it for Mommy," she breathed into his ear.

He gripped her ass tight and bucked his hips up. She grinded down onto him and rolled her pussy around his throbbing cock. She wanted to feel him, all of him, inside her. Every. Last. Drop.

"Cum inside me, baby. Cum inside Mommy."

He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock. Really? Is that what she wanted? He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

"It's okay, honey. I'm fixed."

At that, hearing that it was okay to spill his seed deep inside her, Michael let go. Mrs. Baker threw her head back and screamed as she felt him spasm inside her, and felt the warm sensation of his cum flowing through her pussy. He jerked upward as he came, emptying himself into his mom. Spurting as much cum as he could.

"My God that's beautiful," remarked Thomas.

His mother purred and grinned at him as Michael collapsed on the bed, softening inside of her. He felt remnants of his sperm drip down from her cunt and onto his balls. She hopped off of him and lay beside him on the bed. Spreading her legs, she reached down and scooped some of her son's cum onto her finger. She smiled at him, and let it fall into her mouth. She swallowed, and put her head on his shoulder. Thomas joined them, lying down on the opposite side of his brother.

"See, that wasn't so bad," he said.

Michael shook his head. "No. No it wasn't."

Mrs. Baker propped her head up on her hand and traced Michael's chest with her fingernail. "I told you Mommy knows best."

The three of them laughed.

Soon after, the Baker family fell asleep together for the very first time.

My adopted brother masturbated in the barn, way up high in the loft, lying alone in the soft, clean hay we shoveled down for Da to feed the animals. I didn’t understand at first, what he was doing. I think he would have heard me, that first time I climbed up the ladder, ready to tell him that Ma needed a hand moving something in the kitchen, if he hadn’t been about to make a mess. I saw him, lying down, black hat tossed aside, head cocked at a funny angle, and at first I panicked, thinking he was hurt. But then I heard his fast, labored breathing, saw his hand moving between his legs, and knew he was holding onto his privates.

But what could he be doing to them?

I stood frozen on the ladder, eyes wide, as his hand moved faster and faster, like lightning, up and down. He gave out a soft moan, his hips bucked up, and I stared, shocked, as thick, white streams shot over his fist, up onto his bare belly, where he’d pulled up his shirt.

I knew it was a sin. I couldn’t be anything but. Instead of confronting him that first time, I snuck down the ladder as quiet as I could. I told Ma I didn’t feel well-and no, I didn’t find Eli in the barn, I said-and went to my room, which was really mine and Ada’s and Becca’s together.

I felt sick, remembering what I saw, but I was curious too. What could he have been doing with himself like that? The sounds he made were sort of like he was in pain…but why would he be hurting himself? And at the end, the shock of the liquid shooting from his privates…it wasn’t pee. I knew what that looked like. My littlest brother, Isaac, had peed on me enough during diaper changes for me to know that.

I lay there a long time, feeling funny down low in my belly, playing the scene over and over in my head. Eli was the eldest, in his twenties now, me just behind him, turned eighteen last spring. He was Ma’s sister’s boy really, but when my aunt died of sepsis soon after he was born, Eli’s father had left our order, too full of grief to stay, and the baby had stayed too. My parents had raised him as their own and we had known each other as brother and sister from the beginning. I knew I shouldn’t have watched him, that I shouldn’t be feeling the way I was, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

That’s when I decided to watch Eli, to see if he did it again. It was the next afternoon he disappeared from the side of the house where Da had him stacking wood. I was hanging laundry and saw him head to the barn, so I followed.

This time, I saw it all, from beginning to end. I peeked over the top of the ladder to watch, even untying and taking off my white cap-a sin in and of itself-hoping the darkness of the barn would hide me, and let my brown hair blend into my surroundings. If he looked over, he would only see that-the top of my head and my wide eyes. I watched him lie back in the hay, unfasten his pants, and start touching his privates.

It was soft at first-a small snake in a nest of hair-but the more he touched it, the bigger it got. I stared, aghast, when it stood straight up, more than double its original size. Eli licked his palm, calloused from hard work, and wrapped his fist around the length, moving his hand up and down, just like the day before.

His breath came faster and faster-and so did mine. That funny feeling was back in my belly, low down, cradled in my pelvis. Something ached there, throbbed, like a tooth does, only it wasn’t a hurtin’ sort of agony, but a delicious kind. I wanted more of it. And the more I watched, the more the feeling swelled until I felt like I was going to burst.

It wasn’t long before he was moaning again, whispering, “Oh, oh, oh!” and then shoving his privates up into his fist, that thick white stuff flooding out the end. There was so much of it!

I didn’t go to my room this time. Instead, I hurried down the ladder and went back to hanging laundry, but that gnawing tickle took a long, long time to go away. Eli’s hand touched mine when I asked him to pass me the milk pitcher during dinner and I thought the heat that rushed through my torso would make me faint. He gave me a funny look, but I just kept my eyes down and finished eating.

Still, I didn’t stop watching. I couldn’t. I felt compelled, even though I knew it was a sin, I knew the devil was in me, and I had to rub him out. I tried. I did. I stood on the ladder, watching my brother pump himself like he was a well, waiting for that blessed moment when the liquid finally surfaced, and I lifted my long skirts to touch myself too.

I didn’t have what he had. Girls and boy had different parts, I knew that much from changing diapers for Ma when the babies needed it, but I never knew how complimentary the parts were, how different and yet how similar. I pressed myself there over my undergarments while I watched him, worrying myself between the legs again and again. I knew if someone came into the barn-if Da had come in…my blood curdled just thinking about it.

But he never did. And one day, when Eli was thrusting up into his hand and I was at my usual spot on the ladder, watching, I felt that little tickle between my legs build to a sneeze. Something had to give. My fingers moved, back and forth, around and around, my whole body tingling with sensation, and then…it happened.

The world exploded.

I cried out-I couldn’t help it-my whole body trembling with the force of the devil inside of me, and I wondered briefly if I had finally driven him out. My legs wouldn’t hold me. They turned to jelly and I fell, catching myself halfway down only to lose my grip again and land, hard, on the dirt floor below.

“Sarah!” Eli was calling. I was okay, but dazed, breathless, still stunned by what had happened, and I didn’t answer him. He took the ladder two rungs at a time, sweeping me up over his shoulder and carrying me back up like I was a sack of potatoes.

When he had me on the hay, touching my face, calling my name, I finally opened my eyes. He was concerned, but embarrassed too, and I knew he was wondering how much I’d seen. Oh, Eli, I’ve seen so very much, I thought, catching his hand and bringing it up to my heart.

“I know it’s a sin,” I whispered, lifting his fingers to my mouth and kissing them. “But I can’t help it.”

“Help…what?” His dark, puzzled eyes met mine, and I searched his earnest face with my heated gaze.

“I saw you.” I admitted it, feeling the heat move into my cheeks. He flushed, too. “Eli, it was so wonderful!”

“Sarah, I’m sorry.” His eyes dropped to the hay. “It is a sin. I shouldn’t. I need to stop. I know you’ll have to tell Ma…or Da.”

“No.” I swallowed hard at the thought and cradled his hand against my cheek. “I don’t want to tell.”

“But…”

“Something that feels so good can’t be a sin,” I insisted, half sitting now, back on my elbows. “It can’t possibly. I just…I understand now. Why you keep doing it, how the whole world opens up for a moment and you feel like you’re dying, or flying. I felt like I could touch God himself.”

He was staring at me, wide-eyed. “How long were you watching?”

“I’ve watched lots of times.” I lifted my chin, defiant, in spite of my flushed cheeks. “I touch myself too.”

Eli gaped. “Where?”

I hesitated before slowly placing a hand between my legs, over my long skirts. “Here.”

Puzzled, he frowned. “But you don’t have…”

“I know.” I shrugged. “But it feels good, all the same.”

His eyes brightened, still focused between my legs. My hand still rested there. “Will you… show me?”

Stunned, I stared at him for a moment, unable to breathe. The sort of sin I’d committed so far was nothing compared to what he was asking. Only babies were allowed to be naked in front of others. I looked into his eyes, saw the eagerness, the hunger there, the longing I felt too, and slowly I started to lift my skirt. His gaze followed its path, up my knee-sock covered calves, and then my bare knees. He gasped when he saw those, his eyes following the path of my skirt up my bare thighs until I had it pulled up to my waist.

Then I pressed my hand between my legs, over the heated, damp mound there, and began to rub myself. He watched, fascinated, his breath coming almost as fast as mine.

“Have you ever taken these off?” he whispered, tugging at my undergarments.

I shook my head, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Will you?” he breathed, his eyes meeting mine. What I saw there made me want to do anything, anything at all for him. “Oh Sarah, please.”

The desperation in his voice moved me and I tugged them down and off. The air over my privates was cool, and I explored with my fingers a place I had only touched through my clothes, or when I quickly washed myself on Saturdays. The sensation was incredible, so intense, my fingers growing wet as I parted the dark hair and probed in between.

“That’s so lovely,” he breathed.

“Do you like it?” I asked, glancing down at my parted thighs, the dark triangle.

He nodded, eyes transfixed, and I saw his hand rubbing his privates again through his breeches.

I rubbed the most tender spot, finding a little nub of flesh there I hadn’t felt before through my clothes. Touching it made me moan, and my breasts felt suddenly heavier. “It feels so much better without my clothes.”

“I know.” He grinned sheepishly. “I started doing it at first through my clothes too.”

“I guess it feels like less of a sin that way.” I grinned back. “Oh, Eli, it can’t be a sin…it feels so very good.”

“I know.” He swallowed hard, still watching, his hand moving to undo his breeches and reach inside. I wanted to see him too. “Sarah…” His hand reached out, hesitated. “Can I… can I touch it?”

“Can I?” My eyes dropped to where his hand was wrapped around his privates.

He startled. “Do you want to?”

I nodded, my hand out, tentative. He moved forward so I could reach, gasping when I brushed the tip with my fingers. It was a little wet there, and I rubbed that over the top, making him moan.

“Oh that’s so nice.” He groaned as I wrapped my hand around it like I’d seen him do. It was thick and pulsing, and not anything like I’d expected. I explored for a moment, curious, until I felt his fingers parting me down there, slipping through the wetness.

“Oh, Eli!” I breathed, my legs parting themselves as he explored too. It was different when he touched me, and my breath came faster. I squeezed him, tugging, making him jerk and thrust. I liked the motion.

“Rub it here,” I said, showing him the spot, and his fingers moved there, making me spread wide and thrust too. It seemed like the natural thing to do.

“I want to see you,” he whispered, not asking, just unfastening my clothes, my skirt, my blouse, and I let him. The air was cold, and he stared down at me, completely nude before him, no longer seeing me with a brother’s eyes. “Oh Sarah, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I glowed from the inside out, and when he leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth, the way I’d seen the babies do, latching on to Ma for milk, I thought the sensation would make me faint.

“More,” I whispered, my hand in his hair, arching my back. “Suck them hard.”

He groaned, burying his face there, licking and sucking, his privates swelling even larger in my hand. My whole body was on fire, his fingers probing between my legs, finding a place I had never explored and slipping inside.

“Eli!” I gasped when another entered me. He was inside-his fingers were inside of me.

“It’s how men and women join together,” he whispered against my neck, fingers moving, in and out. “It feels… it’s…”

“Oh Eli,” I moaned, rocking, tugging at him, aching for more of everything all at once. “Please, yes, please, let’s…”

He moved on top of me and I took the weight of him, the long length of his privates rubbing up against mine as we kissed. His mouth was hot, urgent, his hands buried in the length of my hair, completely down now and spread out on the hay beneath us. He rocked on top of me, rubbing that tender spot until I thought I would die, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples, sending me flying.

“Eli, oh, oh, it’s happening,” I whispered, closing my eyes as my body took flight, shuddering involuntarily underneath him. His breath was hot in my ear as he whispered my name, shifting his hips and pressing hard. I gasped, clinging to him as he entered me, feeling my body opening to him in a bright red burst.

“Oooooooohhh!” He gasped, shivering, and I pulled him to me, the hot throb of him between my legs almost too much to bear. “Sarah, Sarah, oh you feel so good.”

“Yes,” I whispered as he rocked, thrust, shuddered. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his neck, as he moved deeper, faster, until he gave a great, sudden cry and collapsed in my arms, trembling with the force of the explosion inside of him.

We held each other close in the hazy afternoon light coming through the slats in the barn, stunned by each other, by the world, by everything we had ever thought or believed was true.

“It’s not a sin,” I whispered, stroking his sweat-dampened hair.

“No.” He shook his head and kissed me breathless until everything faded away. Finally, nothing else mattered but me and Eli and the weight of the world was lifted.

I’ve been staring at the clock on the wall, wishing the phone would ring. I’m in bed alone, and you’re back in your wife’s bed. I wish you would stay.

It’s killing me to be attached to a married man. I told myself it was a bad idea, and yet I let my guard down, letting you charm my pants right off. My friends told me it I should stay away from you. There’s too much pain sharing someone you love.

You share your life with her, but you run to my bed when you want passionate sex. It doesn’t have to be this way. You could come here, stay with me, and we could be happy together. I know you say it’s messy, but I’ve been hanging on for too long, and I just don’t know what to do anymore.

I’m so glad you’re finally back here with me. I wish you wouldn’t rush off and leave like that. We need to talk. I look into your eyes, and I want to get lost in them forever. Your kisses are deep and real, and I wonder if you share those same kisses with her. You tell me you don’t have feelings for her that way any more. I don’t know what the truth is or how many lies you’re feeding me anymore. I lie to myself, believing you’ll eventually leave her and spend your life with me.

You’ve told me that it’s over. You’re only there for the kids, and you’re going to do it — finally make the break. You’re just waiting for the right time. It’s never the right time. I’m teetering dangerously between holding on and getting ready to free fall and just let go once and for all. I almost made it last time and you begged me to come back to you. You promised me you were going to do it. You didn’t. I’m a fool for staying, it’s just nobody else makes me feel like you do. I hate you and love you all at the same time.

I hate that you pull me along, making promises I know in my heart you won’t keep. I hate that I let you lie to me. I hate that I need you so much, and that I am not strong enough to walk away. I hate that your sweet whispers melt me within seconds, making me hungry for your touch. Fuck you, I hate you. I hate you for not respecting me enough to let me go. I hate that I love you.

My heart is being held hostage, and the price we have to pay is too high. Maybe it’s time for me to finally do it. I have to. I always wonder if we split up, will you just find another to replace me, or will you work it out with her. Why does it have to be me? What do you see in me that holds your heart hostage? Or is it your dick I’m holding hostage?

I have a secret though, and I think you should know. I’m sleeping with your wife too. She doesn’t know that we are together; she thinks she’s the only one. I don’t love her; I just need to know where I stand and what’s going on with your family. Did you know your wife was cheating on you? Did you know it was me she was sleeping with? Did your heart just break or does it turn you on?

You can’t tell her you know, or I’ll tell her about us. You can’t watch, even though your dick is hard at the thought of us fucking without you. You’ve always wanted to be with two women, and now the two women you’re screwing are doing each other. Well, technically, you’re screwing me; you’re just screwing her over. What happens if I fall in love with her? Where will that leave you?

I don’t think I can watch your kids anymore. This is all getting too messy. We’ve all known each other too long now, and the risk of getting caught is going to destroy everyone.

Did you know your wife likes to put on a strap-on and fuck me hard? She’s got a lot of aggression to get out I think. You can be a real dick. She likes to stick her tongue up my ass too. Does she do that for you? No, I didn’t think so…she doesn’t love you anymore. She’s only there for the kids.

How long have I been sleeping with her? That’s my secret to keep. Secrets suck, don’t they?

Listen, I need you to know. If you don’t make a final decision by the end of the month, I’m breaking it off. I need to get on with my life. I’ve wasted too much time on this back and forth stuff.

What? You want me to what? Fuck…why are you doing do this to me? Yes, I’m crying — fuck you. Yes, I love you. Really, do you mean it? Can I trust you this time? I love you so much — come here.

Mmm, I love when you run your hands over my ass. Baby, please fill me up with your big juicy cock. I want to feel you in both of my holes tonight. Mmm, yeah, fuck my pussy hard and then slide it deep into my asshole. I love when you fuck my ass. Does she let you do that to her? No; not anymore? That’s a shame. She likes anal, apparently just not with you. Yep, I fucked her in the ass with a dildo last week…ooh, does that get you hard?

Aww, don’t get mad that she won’t let you anymore; you have been a jerk to her lately from what she says. Of course she has no idea that I’m fucking you. She laughs about it, and thinks we’re best buddies. She’s wrong; I’m in love with you. I’m just fucking her. I’ll have to end it with her if you leave her. I’ll feel badly, but only for a few days. You know it’s you, it’s always been you.

Even when I was younger, I was smitten. I know I was too young, it was just a crush. Who knew we’d end up like this all these years later? Aren’t you glad I didn’t go away to college? Yeah, about 2 more years until I graduate with my degree…are you going to fuck me or are we going to talk?

Oh baby, spread my ass cheeks and do it. Fuck yeah, that feels so good. I can feel your cock sliding deep into my tight ass. Slowly, mmm, yeah, just like that. I don’t want to cum too fast. Oh shit, I can feel your balls tapping at my pussy, it feels amazing. Honey, spank my ass, will you? Oooh, harder, yeah like that. Mmmm, nice and steady, in and out, ooh, that’s nice…ahhh, ahhh, fuck…yeah, come on baby, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that felt amazing.

Do my parents know? Nah, I know better than to say something. My dad would kick your ass. I won’t tell them until you’ve officially left your wife. He’d get mad at me for sleeping with a married man, and he’d be pissed you were touching his girl. Yep, he’s overprotective. I used to hate brining guys home. He does find it odd that I don’t bring home many guys these days. I just tell him I’m focused on studying and working to pay off my student loans. Yeah, I think he believes me…and I can’t tell him otherwise.

Yeah, I appreciate the extra cash — thanks. Don’t think that’s why I’m here. I can easily find other men willing to give me gifts and money. Guys are like that when they’re getting laid a lot. It will be nice to not have a lot of debt when I graduate. Mmmm, we have been working hard, haven’t we? It’s funny, guys shower you in money and gifts, and your wife just fucks me. She doesn’t feel the need to throw cash at me, women aren’t like that. We’re all about the emotions. I don’t mind though, you guys can’t afford to both be so generous. You’ll have to put twins through college one day.

Go rinse off love, I want to suck on your balls. What? She always ignores your balls? Sex is straight and boring if she even lets you touch her? She’s not horny, because she’s doing me. Sorry mate, she’s getting her fill with my pussy. Shame we can’t all share together, but I don’t think either of us would go for it.

Funny…right, like you would actually ask her. You’re full of shit. I know…you don’t have a poker face, but nice try.

Lay back hon, I want to climb between your legs and nurse on your balls for awhile. I love how you smell all up in there. It turns me on so much. Yeah, I could suck on them all day, but your penis is always fighting for my attention too.

That was yummy. Sucking on your balls was awesome, let me sit on top of your stiff cock, I have some more fuck left in me. Think you can handle some backwards cowgirl?

Gosh I love when you pull my ass cheeks up and apart so you can see better. Yeah, you like that too? What? Yes, I am wet. I can feel my pussy juices dripping down your cock. I hope you’ll let me lick it off when we finish. You know how much I love to taste myself on your dick. Mmmm, I’m glad I turn you on. I wish we could spend the entire night together.

Shit, it’s your stupid cell phone. Don’t answer it, not now. Let’s finish first, okay? You can call them back later.

Fine! You’re a dick. Go run home to her and don’t bother coming back. I hate you… yes, I’m fucking crying, what do you expect? Your cock is buried in my pussy, but I don’t get to sleep with you tonight. You go when she calls; when the hell do I get to be the priority? Yeah, whatever — fuck you. I’m getting tired of waiting. I don’t need this bullshit…there are other men who wouldn’t do this to me.

Yeah, you love me, you love me, you want me, but out the door you’re going to go. Please just stay, I’m begging you, please, just this once. Don’t go. I’m tired of being lonely. Just tonight, please. You’re an ass; just go. Get the hell out, but don’t bother coming back. I can’t do this anymore.

You can’t give me what I need. You need to go. No, I mean it this time. I’m tired of waiting and hurting. Get out. Please leave. We’re finished. I mean it this time. I do…

I’ve been staring at the clock on the wall again, wishing you would call. I’m in bed alone, and you’re back in your wife’s bed. I wish you had stayed. I’m hungry for your touch, as much as I hate you right now. I just want to hold you, to be with you. I want to feel your cock buried in my pussy. I hate that I love you. I need to figure out how to walk away. This is never going to change.

Sometimes I wish I was just like the other guys, who make it seem so easy to get a date. The truth is I prefer older women, so going around with my friends arm in arm with a forty year old isn't something you see very often.

This story all started last year on my eighteenth birthday when a few neighbors were invited around for drinks and a barbecue. Lisa, who lived next door, was a thirty year old single woman. She'd lost her husband in the gulf a few years previously, and she was someone I liked, someone I liked a lot.

I'd mow her lawn for her and do the occasional errand, so I get to see her quite often. She didn't know that I had a crush on her though, as I tried not to make it too obvious. I guess I thought if she knew how I looked upon her she'd distance her self from me and I'd never get to see her.

Anyway on this day she came around and because we have a pool she was wearing her bathing costume. My God she looked sexy in that two piece suit. In fact it took a lot of effort not to stare as she walked along the pool before diving in. I remember thinking how she'd probably laugh if she knew how an eighteen year old guy looked upon her, and what he'd like to do to her.

The day wore on as days do, and pretty soon people were congratulating me and leaving the party. When it came time for Lisa to leave she gave me a hug and asked when I had a minute could I fix the shelf in her kitchen. Of course I was only too happy to do so, but first I had to clean up the mess in the back yard. Having told her that she said she'd see me later then.

What I didn't tell her was that I always liked to get cleaned up before going around to her house as I guess if any opportunity did come up I'd be at my best. Silly I know but hey, it's better to be prepared right?

So there I was knocking on her door and waiting for a response. When the door opened I found Lisa dressed in a short skirt and tight tank-top, which all showed off her figure incredibly.

"Hi Richard, come in," she said, opening the door wider.

I walked in trying to keep my eyes to myself, and she directed me to the kitchen. I found the problem straight away, as one of the screws in the shelving had snapped. It just needed a better plug, and before long I'd fixed it. Lisa had been hovering behind me all this time, which made me wonder if she was watching me work or just watching me. I guess I hoped the latter, as it would fit with my fantasies.

When I got down from the shelving, Lisa thanked me and asked if I'd like a drink. Now I'd already had eight beers during the day, but I wasn't about to let that stop me so I said yes please. She immediately poured a couple of vodka tonics and handed me one. Of course I didn't tell her I didn't like vodka, so I just drank it as we talked.

Now face to face at the kitchen table I could see her midriff, and realized that she must work out as she had a well toned body. She caught me looking, and asked if I like what I saw.

"You clearly look after yourself, that's evident by how well toned your stomach muscles are," I said.

"Why thank you Richard, I do try to keep in shape," she replied.

"Football keeps me fairly fit, so I don't need to work out much," I said, trying to keep the conversation going.

"I used to watch football a lot, look I'll show you," she replied.

She got up from the table and crossed over to the other side of the kitchen where she had personal belongings under one of the work surfaces. As she bent down to rummage through the various papers and books, I realized I could see the thong she was wearing. My eyes were clued to that spot, and I realized I'd gotten a boner. My God she had a nice ass, but the sight that really turned me on was the material that was barely covering her pussy, I could see the indent of it as she moved around. ‘Oh my god, what I’d like to do to that,’ I thought as she stood back up.

"Here it is," she said, placing a photo album onto the table.

She flicked through a few pages and found the ones she was looking for.

"That's me when I was twenty five cheering on the team," she said, pointing to the picture.

When I looked I blurted something out that I wouldn't normally say, but it felt appropriate at the time.

"My God you look incredibly hot in that photo," I said.

I realized what I'd said in an instant, and attentively looked up to gauge her response.

"Thank you Richard, that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in quite some time."

Then it happened, I was about to have the best day of my life and appropriately it was on my birthday. Lisa stood up and took hold of my hand, making me stand and then she kissed me. It was a tender kiss, and I responded by placing my right hand on her cheek and kissing her passionately.

Next thing I know we're both pawing at each other's clothing, and stripping off right there in the kitchen. I found out later that this was something she'd wanted to do for the past year, but she'd waited until I was eighteen. So there we were kissing hard and totally naked and for the first time I saw what all my fantasies told me I'd see.

She had an incredible body, but the best part was that she had shaved her pubic region. That always turned me on, and when she looked down and caught sight of my hardness she made a comment that just made my day.

"My God you've got a nice cock."

She then ran her hands over my hardened member, as I reached up to cup her breasts in the palm of my hands and squeezed gently. She then dropped to her knees and licked the end of my cock before allowing it to pass her lips. This was high on my fantasy wish list, and had been for some time. I looked down to see her mouth covering more than half of my hardness, and it felt wonderful.

She was doing this delightful little thing with her tongue whenever she drew my cock out, she would lick around the ridge before allowing it to sink back in. I realized straight away that she was clearly experienced at giving a blow job. My cock had never felt this rigid, and the thought occurred to me about how long I could hold off with this treatment going on before I shot my load. I really didn't want my first load to come too quickly, as I felt it would show an immaturity on my part. I know, these things go through our minds at the worst times, but I wanted to impress her.

I loved watching her breasts jiggling in that delightful manner whenever she bobbed back and forth. I then realized that I was close to coming and told her so, but she carried on until she could feel my cock throbbing. She then removed it from her mouth and pointed it down towards her breasts while still rubbing the full length with her right hand.

When I came it was a long string of semen that exploded from the end of my cock and landing squarely on her breasts. She then engulfed my cock again for the second burst and swallowed the rest as it escaped. I moaned out loud, and watched my first load as it trickled down her chest. She stood up a moment later still rubbing my cock with both hands.

We kissed again and then she whispered that she wanted me to taste her sex. I never hesitated; I cleared the kitchen table and sat her down on the top. She lay back and I spread her legs. With both hands I spread her delicate pussy lips apart, and started to lick the outer edges. She placed her hands onto the back of my head pressing me forward, and I licked her clit vigorously. I soon found out when doing that that she was a vocal person as she began to moan out loud, while she bucked her hips up and down.

I decided at that point to bring a finger or two into play and began to finger her whilst still licking her clit with the tip of my tongue. This made her almost scream, which I found very appealing and quite a turn on. She then shouted that she was going to cum so I redoubled my efforts to make sure she came well.

"Oh yes right there…keep it going…yes…yes. Oh my God I'm going to cum," she shouted, closing her legs slightly as she quivered with her first orgasm.

I carried on until she shouted to stop, and then I stood up between her legs. At first she was just slumped on top of the table, and I guessed she was coming down from that lovely place we all strive to get to. She then smiled up at me and opened her legs wide. I didn't need a second invite as my cock was now rock hard once again and ready for action. I held both her legs apart and spread them a little further before positioning myself. At first I just rubbed the end of my cock through the delicate folds of skin that surrounded her pussy, before guiding the tip into the entrance and slowly pushing forward. She raised her hips a little and I found it easy to glide my cock deep into her womanhood.

"Oh God you're big," she said.

I then began to rock back and forth watching as my cock stretched her opening, and she began to moan out loud again. It was when I began to really fuck her that she lost all control. Her demeanor changed and suddenly she was a wanton slut as she was screaming out profanities.

"Yes…fuck that pussy. Harder…harder, God I fucking love your cock," she shouted.

By now I was slamming it in and the only thoughts passing through my mind was how much I wanted to make this little beauty scream with another orgasm. I watched her squeezing her nipples painfully as the onslaught continued, and then she let out an almighty yell that she was coming. I fucked her harder and faster at that point and could feel that she was completely soaked. The muscles in her pussy wall seemed to be gripping me harder, and suddenly she gushed over my cock with a scream that filled the kitchen.

I only stopped when she placed her hand onto my stomach and pushed me back slightly; indicating that she'd had enough. She lay there for a few seconds composing her self, and then opened her eyes and smiled up at me before sitting up on the edge of the table.

"That was wonderful Richard, but you didn't cum?"

"I was on the verge but you came quicker, so I figured we could carry on."

Without saying a word she got off the table and turned around to bend over it instead. I wasted no time as she spread her legs wide apart, by positioning myself as before and slowly entered her with ease as she was still very wet. Holding her butt cheeks with both hands I began to fuck her hard. The sounds of my upper thighs slapping her ass cheeks as I fucked her from behind filled the room, and soon she was egging me on to fuck her harder once more. With all the sights and sounds of that moment going through my mind it wasn't long before I shouted out that I was going to cum. She in turn pulled away and turned around to lower her self into position just as I came for the second time that day.

It turned out that she wasn't quick enough for the first explosive exit and caught the full load on her face before getting it under control and sucking me dry once more. After that we got dressed and talked for what seemed hours.

I still see her occasionally for sex, but I found out that she wasn't looking for a relationship. All of this left me wanting older women, I just felt they were more mature not to mention more experienced. I still haven't found one, but hey I'm still young and there's plenty of fish in the sea, or so they say.

The End

You can find Sophia online via Facebook, @SophiaV_erotica and at www.sophiavale.com

Tara threw down her pen and looked at the mass of notes strewn across her desk. Studying just wasn’t going to plan. All she could think about was the game she and dorm mates played on a regular basis. Sexting for girls, they called it, only it had gotten dirtier and dirtier the more they played. She wasn’t sure the other girls knew quite how much she loved the game — and she suspected she loved it more than they did. There was something about looking at those hard young bodies, with their high, firm breasts that made her wet. Actually she was living in a permanent state of sexual arousal and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

Slipping a hand below her skirt, she rubbed her clit through her panties, thinking about how hot her dorm mate Tori had looked in the latest picture she’d received. Tori had been in the library, sat in one of the little cubicles in a dark corner. She’d been perched amongst a stack of books, her white blouse unbuttoned and her chestnut hair all around her shoulders. Tori hadn’t been wearing a bra so her breasts stood out and proud. That had been her favorite photo yet. She loved that sexy, intelligent look. Not that she would tell Tori how hot it got her. Tori was definitely straight, and Tara was pretty certain her dorm mate had the hots for someone, even though she wouldn’t say whom. All she knew was he wasn’t one of the dorm guys in their building. She wondered if the guy had anything to do with Tori musing about going blonde.

The rubbing wasn’t doing much so Tara stood, wriggled out of her panties and sat back on the chair, her heels resting against the narrow wooden strut at the back of the desk. She could already feel that familiar feeling of getting damp below and she knew her clit would already be slightly swollen.

Tara hadn’t had any qualms about realizing she was bisexual, she just hadn’t had the opportunity to act on it. She could easily imagine going down on another girl, and knew she would love it if it was reciprocated, but she loved cock too much to turn it down forever which was partly why she’d bought something very naughty — mail order — to keep her going during dry patches.

Tara dropped her head back, forgot her studies, and just enjoyed the feel of her fingers sliding through her wet pussy lips, rubbing up and down, over her clit, teasing it until she couldn’t wait any longer and had to push her fingers inside.

Sharing the dorm room with two other girls meant masturbation was a rare opportunity so she was determined to enjoy every second of it. She had only been able to use her new vibrator once because it seemed like the room had someone else in it every minute of the day. That was hardly conducive to an orgasmic moment or two.

Tara flicked a glance over at her nightstand. If she was quick, she could get it, fuck herself silly, climax and hide it away again before Tori got back. She licked her lips, smiling.

“Hell, yeah,” she said to herself, sliding her fingers out and licking one of them. Taking one glance at the door — it was locked, thank goodness — Tara crossed the little three-bed room and opened the drawer. The vibrator lay there in all its neon glory, still in its box. She pulled it out, looking at the bed. What was the best way to do this? Lie down with her legs spread, snatch facing the door? Could she stand it upright on the bed and lower herself on to it? Or lean over onto the bed and fuck herself from behind? Were her arms even long enough? Tara giggled at the absurdity of her thoughts.

She was already panty-free so Tara raised one foot onto the bed and held the vibrator between her legs. With a light push the fat, realistic, head poked at her lips, parting them. On the first pass she merely slid it between her lips. It was cool, softly molded rubber over a rock hard shaft and she was so wet it glided through easily. She repeated the motion a few more times, growing more excited as she started to angle the toy upwards to sit at her entrance. It was so big, the first time she’d used it, she wasn’t sure it would even fit in her cunt, but she’d carefully stretched herself around it, plunging it in before pressing the little ‘vibrate’ button. That time, she’d come so hard in two minutes flat that her neighbors had banged on the wall and asked if she was okay.

There it was, just poking in. One prod, then another and it breached her hole. She pushed it in with the heel of her hand, her breath coming in pants, as she felt it fill her. Sure it wasn’t like the real thing; it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t attached to a hard, sweaty body, but it sure felt good as she crammed it inside her tight little hole.

She rocked her body against it, her pussy clenching around it, her eyes closing in bliss as she imagined Tori’s naked breasts.

Then the door was opening, and Tara’s eyes were flying open, her mouth wide in shock.

“Holy cow!” breathed the female stood in the doorway.

“Shut the door! Shut the…”

“I’m totally shutting the door,” said Tori, bumping it with her hip. “Are you setting up a picture for the game? That is so fucking hot! Wait there, I’ll take it for you.”

Tara was paralyzed; the vibrator halfway inside her pussy while Tori scrabbled amongst the notes on Tara’s desk, found her cell phone and snapped a picture. She looked at it and frowned. “You can’t really tell what you’re doing. Pull your skirt up a little. Yeah, that’s right. Ooh! You shaved your pussy. That’s so totally hot. Oh, this one’s perfect.” Tori held out the cell for Tara to peek at the picture. Yeah, okay, she had to admit, it was a good picture and she would totally win the week’s game with that one.

Tori bit her lower lip between her teeth and sucked in a breath. “You know I’ve never used a vibrator before. Is it…nice? Does it feel realistic?”

Tara hadn’t moved for the last couple of minutes. She blinked, thinking how crazy it was that Tori wanted to have a conversation when she had a fake dick stuffed in her cunt. “Well, uh, it’s not like the real thing, but it’s cool, and sometimes, you know, needs must,” she stuttered.

“If you got an itch, scratch it, right?” Tori paled, seeing the scene in a new light. “Oh. Em. Gee. You were scratching it! And I walked in! I am soooo sorry.”

“Uh, no problem.” Tara pulled a face.

“Um, I came back to change because I spilled a soda down my shirt.” Tori pointed to the wet patch on her shirt. “But, um, I don’t want to stop you because, like, I know how it is when you really need it. So, just go right ahead and er, do what you gotta do.”

“Right,” Tara squeaked, because that wouldn’t be weird at all. Sure that got changed in front of each other, and sometimes there was a rush for the shower, with them all naked and trying to get in and out as fast as possible, but it wasn’t like they pleasured themselves with an audience. Well, as far as Tara knew, they didn’t.

Tori turned her back. Tara watched her friend’s shoulders move as she unbuttoned her shirt, sliding it off and tossing it into the hamper they kept by the door. Slowly, seeing as Tori wasn’t watching, she started to move the vibrator again, in and out, watching as Tori shucked her bra, her chestnut hair falling in long waves over her shoulder blades. Tori moved the vibrator faster.

With a glance over her shoulder, Tori asked, “So, does that thing have one of those vibrating functions?”

Tara nodded.

“You ever used it?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you using it now? How does it work?”

“No, I’m not using it now. You’d hear the little motor working if I was, and it’s got a button on the base that you press.”

“Oh, okay.” Tori turned around, and Tara nearly sighed at the sight of those gorgeous tits facing her. A few steps and Tori was next to her, her hand reaching between Tara’s legs.

Tara felt a little bump as Tori’s hand knocked the vibe a little further into her pussy then almost jumped when the vibrating function came on. That explained where Tori’s hand had suddenly disappeared to. Her pussy clenched in surprise, her knees buckled and she lost her balance, falling back onto the bed. “Oops.” Tori giggled. “You know we share everything right? Would it be okay if I watched? I mean I’ve thought about getting one, but I don’t know if I’ll like it.”

“I guess it would be okay.”

“Start moving that hand then, missy.”

Tara liked the cool, playful, in-charge Tori. It was a little strange at first to move the toy in and out, shallow at first then longer strokes. The vibrations were making her tingle, not just in her pussy, but spiraling all the way through her. Her nipples felt hard, and she wished they were free like Tori’s, instead of restrained in her bra. Oh, that got her thinking about Tori’s boobs again. She worked the vibrator faster, then as her pussy began to clamp down on it, she slowed and gasped, moaning as she climaxed. Her pussy clamped down so hard that she felt the toy being squeezed out until she had to pull it out the last inch or so. For a few minutes she couldn’t move, fully aware that Tori was sat on the end of her bed with a full view of her satisfied snatch.

“That had to be as good as it looked,” Tori breathed. “And you don’t even have to say thank you, or wait while a dude gets off.”

“I have no idea if it’s as good as it looks, it just feels damn great.”

“Maybe I should get one?” Tori mused.

“Try mine if you like.” Tara was surprised to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“Really?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I mean it’s yours.”

“It’s not like it’s my boyfriend, I’m not going to get jealous if it likes you more than me.”

“I guess. Move over.” Tori waited while Tara shuffled over on the narrow bed, then lay down beside her. Tara didn’t even jump when she felt Tori’s breast brush against her arm, it just felt kinda nice. “When did you shave your pussy?”

“A couple of weeks ago. I like it.”

“I’m going to do it too.”

“Stop teasing.”

“What do you mean?” Tori shuffled onto her side, supporting her head under one hand. She was so close, Tara could have reached forward and kissed her.

“Well, I kinda like girls and you’re lying there half naked, talking about your pussy.”

Tori looked down, seeming to notice for the first time she hadn’t put on a clean top. Or any top. “So, are you gay?”

“I think I’m bisexual.”

“How do you know?”

Because I get turned on whenever I see you. “Um, I just know. I’ve always been into girls and lately, it’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Never, okay!” Tara rolled her eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me? See what it’s like to kiss a girl.”

Tara hesitated. “Not if it’s going to make things weird between us.”

“You already kinda said you fancy me, and I’m not weirded out about that at all. If anything, I’m flattered” Tori reached over and ran a hand through Tara’s hair, the silky black tresses falling over her hands. “C’mon. Let’s try it out. Like, try before you bi!”

“What if Natalie comes back?” Their third dorm mate had left for lectures before they’d even gotten up that morning.

“I just saw her on my way back and she’s stuck in the lab until five.”

“Oh.” Before Tara could think of any more excuses, Tori leaned over and brushed her lips against hers. Tara was surprised into kissing her back, enjoying the feel of Tori’s full lips. Her lip gloss smelled, and tasted, like cherries. Tentatively, Tara dipped her tongue inside her dorm mate’s mouth and was rewarded with it being met by Tori’s. Time seemed to slow as they wound their hands in each other’s hair, their bodies getting closer. Tara felt bolder, excited, and snuck a hand up to run over Tara’s breasts. They felt exactly like she imagined: firm, heavy, tight little nipples perking under her fingers.

When they broke apart, Tori looked just as flushed as Tara felt.

“So,” said Tori. “Do you still think you’re bi?”

Tara didn’t even have to think about her answer. “Definitely.”

“Cool. Well, at least one of us got some answers.”

“What do you need an answer to?” asked Tara.

“About whether I should get a vibrator or not. I mean, the guys on this floor are major sex bunnies but it’s not like I want to hit one of them up for sex whenever I feel like it. It would be kinda cool to get one like yours. Hey, do you think Natalie would get one too. We could fuck together!”

“Seriously, Tori? I just came while you watched, and if I think about you, me and Natalie having sex parties, I’m going to have to masturbate all afternoon and I have a paper due Monday.”

“Mmm, sex parties.” Tori flashed wide eyes at Tara.

Tara knocked a fist lightly into Tori’s shoulder.

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. Natalie probably wouldn’t. Besides, I think she’s screwing her professor six ways to Sunday.”

“Why do you think that?

“I want by their lab last week, you know that night we were all going out for pizza, because it was on the way and I thought we could walk over together. I was calling for her and she kinda stumbled out of a storage closet, looking all flushed.”

“So?”

“Well…” Tori leaned in, lowering her voice, not like there was any chance of them being overheard. “What I didn’t tell her was her buttons were all done up wrong, and his fly was open. They were totally screwing in there.”

“No. Way.” Tara tried to look appropriately shocked and intrigued. Screwing the faculty was completely against policy so Natalie must be getting something seriously good to even risk suspension.

Tori nodded then thought about it. “Allie would totally do a girly sex toy party though.” Allie shared the room to their left with a prudish girl they barely spoke to. She frequently escaped to their room for giggles and the four were tight.

“I think Allie is too busy screwing her way through the campus. I swear she has literally started notching her bedpost.” After a moment, Tara added. “Plus, a few trees, the girls’ gym lockers and at least two frat houses.”

“How does she find the time to do all that and still get grade As?” Tori mused. “I’m jealous. I got a B in my English paper and hadn’t even had sex for the entire semester.” She wriggled over and reached for the vibrator, picking it up and holding it in the air above them. “Okay, show me how to use it.”

“Well, you gotta take your pants off,” Tara pointed out.

“Oh, right. Duh!” Tori rolled off the bed and unzipped her pants, pushing them down. She was wearing a little pink thong that disappeared fast, leaving her buck naked. Tara’s breath caught in her throat as Tori grinned. “Ready!”

“So, uh, lie back on your bed.” Tori backed up until the frame of her bed knocked against the backs of her knees. She sank down and lay back as Tara approached.

“It’ll be easier to get it in if you’re aroused already,” she said as Tori widened her legs, pulling them back so that her heels rested on the edge of the mattress. Tara stood still, taken in the gorgeous sight of her spread-eagled friend, her snatch on show without a care in the world. Tara was going to dream about this for months.

“Well, I got a little wet when I was watching you, but I’m not all that aroused at the moment. Don’t suppose you have a fake tongue or something? A little licking always gets me ready.”

Tara stuck out her tongue. “That’s the only one I’ve got.”

“Oh, well, use that,” Tori suggested. “It’s cool. We’re friends. I need to get fucked and you need a few more lesbian experiences.”

“Can you justify everything?”

“Yup.”

“I see a future in politics for you,” Tara giggled as she dropped to her knees. She ran her hands down Tori’s thigh, enjoying the feel as Tori’s legs quivered as she reached the junction of her body. She wasn’t going to ask again; if Tori gave her permission to experiment, that was good enough for her, and besides, they were both going to get something good out of it.

First, Tara stroked Tori’s outer lips, teasing them apart until she could run a finger on the underside of her labia. She felt so smooth and warm and the more she stroked, the more Tori seemed to respond. She pressed her thumb against Tori’s clit, rubbing it the same way she enjoyed hers being touched, smiling when she saw Tori’s fingers curl over her thighs, keeping them wide apart for her.

Bending her head, she licked the little knot, sucking it between her teeth, Tori’s moan echoing in her ears. Getting a little more daring, Tara licked Tori’s snatch, the soft folds of pussy sliding over her tongue. Wow, this was yummy. Not the same as sucking a dick, but just as appealing. She licked lower, finding Tori’s hole glistening and wet. Running a finger around her pussy entrance confirmed what Tara thought. Tori was ready; the vibrator should slide in no problem at all. She licked a few more times, just to be certain Tori was wet enough, before sitting back on her heels.

“I’m going to rub it over your cunt a little, okay.”

“Mmm, yeah,” was all Tori said.

Tara picked the vibrator up from where Tori had let it drop on the bed and adjusted it until it felt right in her hand. She wasn’t exactly experienced at the self-pleasuring so she wanted to make sure she got it right for Tori, especially seeing as it was her first time playing. Tara sucked the end, swirling her tongue around the fat rubber head so it wasn’t so dry then ran it over Tori’s pussy lips, slipping it between them and running it from tip to hilt in a rocking motion.

“That feels huge,” Tori said, with awe in her voice. Her fingers were pinching her thighs as she held them back, waiting.

“It doesn’t go all the way in,” Tara promised. “But it is pretty fat. If you don’t like it, just say.”

She skimmed it between Tori’s pussy lips a few more times before pulling back, pointing it at Tori’s entrance, nudging it in slowly, drawing it in and out in firmer strokes, going a little further each time. Tori tipped her hips upwards, pushing against the toy. Encouraged, Tara thrust it until it sat as far as it could go inside Tori’s cunt, her pussy lips stretching around it on either side.

“How’s that?”

“Good, really good. Wow, it looks big, but it feels massive.”

“That’s because your pussy is tight. I’m going to start fucking you with it. Tell me to stop any time.”

“Do it, Tara.”

Tara thrust the toy slowly, enjoying the feel of it resist and slide, only for her to plunge it in again. Tori’s breath came in short, hard puffs, interspersed with little moans.

Servicing her friend’s pussy didn’t feel strange. It actually felt intimate and Tara felt a surge of emotion towards Tori. It was cool that they were sharing this together, that Tori was letting her experiment and get in touch with how she felt. She was just glad she could give her some pleasure back. Tori had obviously enjoyed being licked out by another girl, just as much as Tara had enjoyed doing it. She seemed to enjoy being on the receiving end of the dick too. It made Tara proud that she could whip her friend into a sexual frenzy.

Moving her thumb slightly she pressed the little button. Tori immediately stiffened as the shaft began to vibrate inside her. Tori held it there, fully inserted, for a minute until Tori was writhing and gasping, then moaning as Tara began to fuck her with it again.

“Oh, ooooh!” Tori squealed. “That’s so good!”

“Turn over. I want to try something out.” They were a mass of limbs as Tori rolled onto her stomach, while Tara kept the vibrator rammed in her pussy. “On all fours, shoulders on the bed.”

“Oh! Like doggy style?”

“Yep,” Tara confirmed. “I wanted to try it but I’m not sure I could reach.”

Tori curled her arm backwards, over her back and reached for the vibrator, her hand wrapping around the exposed shaft. “I can just do it.”

“Hmm, I guess I’ll try it next time.” Tara swatted Tori’s hand away than ran her free hand over her friend’s ass cheeks. They’d both caught some sun over Spring Break, and Tori’s ass still had tan lines from her bikini. She felt so smooth. Tara teased the seam of Tori’s cheeks, parting them slightly to see her friend’s little pink asshole, then moved her fingers further down, past the big shaft in her pussy to capture Tori’s clit, teasing it as she drove the vibrator in. Tori was sighing and moaning, and pushing back so Tara flicked the speed up a notch.

“I’m going to come!” Tara gasped, a minute later. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” She nearly knocked Tara over as she rocked backwards, her pussy slamming onto the shaft then holding still as she shuddered. Finally, she fell forward, prone.

Tara slid the toy slowly out, tossing it back on her own bed. So,” she said, perching on the edge. “Do you still want one?”

Tori was quiet for a moment then she rolled over, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Her eyes sparkled. “It was awesome! I’m ordering one tonight.”

“Hah! I converted you.”

“You know the other stuff was nice too. Not that I’m a lesbian, but the kissing and touching was cool.” She smiled, reaching forwards to curl a hand around Tara’s neck, kissing her full on the lips. “I’m glad you came out to me.”

“I’m glad you let me kiss you, lick you,” Tara paused for effect, “then fuck you.”

“Have I unleashed a monster?”

They giggled, snuggling together on Tori’s bed, their warm, satisfied bodies enjoying the close comfort of each other. Tara just wished she’d had the presence of mind to take her clothes off too so that they could be naked together.

“Things aren’t going to get weird, are they?” Tara asked. “I know you said they wouldn’t, but you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Silly. I’m not going anywhere. Well, I’m going to visit my stepdad in a couple of weeks but that doesn’t count.” Tori hugged her tighter, and Tara wrapped her arms around her. “We’ve still got our game to play, too, which reminds me…are you going to send that photo?”

Tara untangled herself and got her phone, sitting back on Tori’s bed so they could scroll through the photos together.

“The second one,” said Tori. “Where you’re lifting your skirt up. I bet there’s a few more bi, or at least experimental, girls after this one gets out.”

Tori pulled a face then pressed send, holding the phone away from her like she couldn’t bear to see the little bar cross the screen as the message was sent. Across the campus a dozen cell phones would trill, announcing its arrival. “I can’t believe I did that!” She tossed the phone face down, ignoring the messages as they started returned. “I still like guys you know. I guess, I’m just…”

“Greedy?” teased Tori.

“Lucky,” replied Tara. “I have the whole campus to choose from!”

“Well anytime you get an itch…” Tori’s hand snuck under Tara’s skirt, feeling for her bare pussy, finding it and slipping a finger between the lips, all the time keeping eye contact, “let me know, and I’ll scratch it. That’s what friends are for.”

Lily was nervous about going to work at the Socard estate. There were all kinds of rumors about the Socards: that you never saw them outside of the house, or that they were all inbred, that people disappeared. When she found that the current living Socard, Lionel, had asked for her specifically at the temp agency, a tiny voice in the back of her head had started to recite those stories and she couldn’t seem to make it stop.

She pulled up to the Socard mansion and drove around to the rear, to a genuine servant’s entrance. She knew the Socards were traditionalists but this was a little more traditional than she’d expected. The mansion deserved the name; Lily had no idea how big the building was but it was the biggest one that she’d seen outside of the state capitol. She went up and knocked and after a measured amount of time the door opened. A tall man in a severe suit looked at her as if she had lice. “Yes?” he said.

“Lily, um, Peck. I mean, I’m Lily Peck,” she said, cursing her nervousness. She sounded like a mouse. It was bad enough that she felt like one.

“Quite. Please follow me.” He turned and glided into the mansion, moving quickly enough that she nearly lost him when she turned to shut the door. She hurried to keep up.

“I am Preston,” he said, as if she should be impressed. “I run the day-to-day for the Socards.” He led her through several hallways, moving through the maze with the ease of long practice. He stopped in front of a door and turned to allow his nose to stare at her. Once more she felt herself wilting a little. “I’m sure you’ve been informed that you were specifically requested by mister Socard. Please try to make his choice a wise one, hmm?”

He unlocked the door and swept inside, revealing a very plain suite. “This is the maid’s dressing room. If you wish, and if you work out, you may use it as your private quarters as part of your pay.”

“A room? The ad didn’t say anything about a room,” said Lily, looking around in surprise. There were no decorations but there was stout furniture and a separate bedroom off to the side. She glanced inside and saw more of the same, though the bed was larger than she was used to. It was a lot better apartment than the one she’d managed to find off campus. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay in this huge old building’s basement or not but it was tempting.

Preston shrugged; either she would take the rooms or she would not. “Regardless, your uniform is in the closet in the front room. Do put it on. I’ll wait outside, of course.” His tone implied that he wouldn’t wait very long.

Once he stepped out into the hall, Lily scrambled to get into the uniform. It wasn’t exactly a bondage-style French maid outfit though it was black and had white trim and ruffles. She felt slightly ridiculous but the mirror told her that the outfit actually looked quite nice on her. It flattered her slim curves and she felt comfortable enough in it. She put the dust-shield in her hair and bustled out to meet Preston, who stood there looking as if his day was ruined by her mere presence.

He looked her up and down and his face relaxed slightly. “Acceptable, I suppose,” he said. He turned and started gliding again. Lily followed him. “You’ll now meet mister Socard. Do not refer to him as anything but mister Socard. Your goal is to be neither seen nor heard, but if you must choose one try to remain unheard. Your duties are strictly cleaning. You will not be asked to prepare or serve food, nor anything beyond the scope of your cleaning duties. You will have Thursdays and Saturdays off to start.” He droned on about her duties as she followed him, and she gradually phased him out while she looked around.

The passageways got larger and more opulent as they ascended into the house proper. Small statues and paintings decorated the halls, set in recesses with discreet lighting that set them off without drawing attention. She stopped at one painting with a gasp. “Is that a Van Gogh?” she whispered.

Preston raised an eyebrow, irritated at being interrupted. “Of course,” he said. He continued and she made a mental note to come back and admire the painting.

Preston stopped again, this time at a pair of large, closed double doors. He said, “The master is in his study. Do try not to embarrass yourself or me.”

Lily opened her mouth to respond but the words died on her tongue when Preston opened the doors. Socard’s study was elegant and well-lit, walled mostly with dark walnut shelves that stretched to the ceiling and groaned under the weight of hundreds of books. A few small recesses held more tiny antiques. Socard’s desk dominated the end of the room, the rich red wood top reflecting the lights in its polished surface. A laptop sat open and a few paperweights held down perhaps half a dozen documents but the expanse was otherwise clear. Lily wondered for a moment what it would feel like to touch the smooth wood. Those thoughts melted away when Socard stood to greet them.

Lionel Socard was somewhere between thirty and forty, tall and dark. He had the clearest green eyes that Lily had ever seen, and he stared at her as if he could see straight through her. He was lean, with long muscles like a swimmer’s, and his straight back and broad shoulders implied impressive power at his disposal. Lily instinctively lowered her eyes, face flushed. She could still feel him looking her over. A brief image of his wide hands touching her flashed through her mind and she flushed more.

“Lily Peck, correct?” he said. Lionel had an odd accent, as if several had been joined together and sanded smooth. The timbre of his voice made her shiver, the sound vibrating through her and into the deep parts of her body.

“Yes, sir. Um. Mister Socard. I’m Lily.”

“Excellent. Quite the pleasure to meet you. I hope Preston hasn’t scared you off yet.” She dared to glance up at Socard and was surprised to find him half-smiling. He looked genuinely amused at something. She glanced at Preston, who was not, and went back to looking at the floor.

“No, mister Socard.”

“Good. Well done. You may go.” Socard turned back to his computer, dismissing them entirely. Lily found it difficult to refrain from staring at his broad back and sculpted behind.

Preston bowed. “Sir.” He turned and stared at Lily until she remembered that it was time for her to go as well. He followed her out of the study.

Preston wasted no time in showing her what was expected of her. It was easy work, especially given the pay that she was to receive, and Lily tuned him out when she realized that many of the rooms required exactly the same care. Her mind was full of Socard’s green eyes, the ones that had read her so fully in the space of a few seconds. She suspected that she was going to dream about him later that night.

Lily suddenly became aware that Preston was looking at her without speaking. “Sorry, what?” she said.

He sniffed. “I said, do you have any other questions?”

“Oh, no, nothing.”

“Very well. You start tomorrow.”

He turned to glide away, and she said, “Oh, I did have one thing. You hear rumors in town, about girls who’ve gone missing up here, and I was wondering if there’s any…any truth to…” She trailed off under his irritated glare.

“Mister Socard is a fine, upstanding gentleman,” said Preston, snapping off the words. “Rumors are simply that. Attend to your duties and only your duties, please.”

Lily went back to what she had decided were her new quarters to change back into her street clothes. She’d be crazy not to take the room and board, random disappearances or no, so she headed back to her apartment to pack up what little she owned. As she expected, her last thought upon closing her eyes was the image of Lionel Socard’s green eyes. They chased her into her dreams and though she didn’t remember much about them she knew that there was heat. Her sheets and pillow were damp with sweat and other things when she got up.

The next day, she drove back to the Socard mansion early in the morning and carried her boxes in through the servant’s entrance. She got dressed in the maid outfit and inspected herself in the mirror. It certainly looked like something practical, but there was still a decadent aura about it. Maybe her neckline was a shade too low, or her skirt showed just slightly more of her legs than would have been completely necessary. She shrugged at her reflection; she knew that she looked good, though she hadn’t had a lot of chances to show it off during her college career. It would be nice to wear something that made her feel a little sexy. She made a mental note to get some nice stockings.

Then it was off to work. It wasn’t difficult or dangerous. It wasn’t even boring thanks to the multitude of beautiful things that Socard owned.

He had entire rooms filled with valuable antiques and it wasn’t until her third hour or so that she saw that each room had a theme. Preston had probably covered that, but she’d been distracted. One room was full of musical instruments, for instance, with beautiful music makers of all kinds, gilded or made of rare wood. The centerpiece was a grand piano that was so black that light seemed to fall into it without escaping. She was tasked with cleaning everything and while nothing was seriously dirty most of it had to be dusted. When she finished with the music room, everything shone. She looked at the clock and was surprised to find that most of the day had gone by as she’d finished the one room. Her work was cut out for her.

Lily headed down toward the kitchen to see about wrangling a late lunch out of the chef. He was a nice, nearsighted old man who enjoyed looking at her legs so she figured that she wouldn’t have too much difficulty. She was wondering what she would ask for when she turned the corner and nearly ran into Lionel. He stared at her with those deadly eyes and she shivered.

“Oh, mister Socard, I…sorry, I didn’t know you were there, and…” She caught herself halfway between a curtsey and a bow and forced herself to stand up, though she kept her eyes down. She realized that she was staring at his crotch and she blushed.

Before she could try to say anything else and embarrass herself further Socard took her chin in his hand and lifted her face. He stared at her, and once again she felt his gaze penetrate to her core. She blushed further, trying not to think about the word “penetrate” when standing in front of his overwhelming maleness. He said, “You’re quite pretty.” He spoke as if making an observation about the weather. He let go of her and said, “Is the work too much?”

“Oh. No. It’s nice, actually, I spent most of the day dusting and cleaning the music room.”

He looked blank for a moment and then nodded. “Ah, yes. It’s been quite some time since I was in there. Perhaps I shall play the piano today.”

“It’s ready for you.” She forced herself to shut up before she started babbling and he smiled slightly. He stood aside without another word, and she carefully didn’t run away from him. She passed very close to him as she went, and she could feel the heat baking off of his body. His scent was smoke and spices, heady and disorienting. When she turned the corner she leaned against the wall and fanned herself. No man had ever made her so hot with his mere presence before. She couldn’t get his eyes out of her mind.

Lily was right; getting a lunch out of Nigel the cook was a simple enough task. She sat at the counter to eat and they passed the time by talking about the rumors of the missing girls.

“Nothing to it, of course,” said Nigel as he scrubbed potatoes. “Just small-town gossip. Fact is, the girls came and worked for a while before finding something else that they preferred. Most of them ended up working for other houses along the coast, but I’m sure you’ll find something a bit more in keeping with your education, won’t you.”

She smiled but didn’t answer. The truth was that she didn’t know what she was going to do but she was too distracted by Socard to think about it right now. That night, in her new quarters, Lily dreamed of Lionel again. When she woke she was certain that she could smell his scent on the air.

The rest of the week went by in much the same way. Lily got used to dressing in the uniform. She spent a lot of time on each of the display rooms, cleaning the dust off. Toward the end of the week she found that she was running out of displays. She really needed to clean the office but Socard never seemed to leave it.

Eventually she found that she didn’t have anything else to do. She went up to the highly polished double doors and knocked quietly, ready to sneak away if anything bad happened. Instead, she heard Lionel’s deep voice say, “Enter.”

She opened the door and peeked inside. “Uh, it’s Lily, mister Socard.”

He looked up and nodded. “What can I do for you, miss Peck?”

“Well, the office needs a cleaning, and I thought that I would ask when would be a good time for…”

He nodded again. “Now is fine.”

She entered with her little bucket of cleaning supplies and looked around. She pulled the dusting cloth from her belt and started working on the books. From time to time she would glance at him, but he never seemed to notice. The sight of him as almost as affecting as his voice, and she felt herself start to slip into a daydream that involved kissing his strong mouth. She kept dusting and polishing, lost in her daydream. She had no idea that he had moved until she turned and found him standing right behind her.

Lily gasped and jumped, dropping her bottle of dusting spray. She pressed herself back against the shelves and stared at him, her fist knotted at her throat. Socard simply stared at her with those piercing eyes for what felt like forever. He smiled. “Nothing to be scared of, Lily.”

He bent down and picked up the can, handing it back to her. “Sor…sorry,” she whispered. Socard reached out toward her suddenly, stroking her cheek. She gasped again, delicious tension filling her and sparking a damp heat between her legs.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Tell me, Lily. Are you curious as to why you were recruited to my service?” He put a slight emphasis on the last word. She swallowed.

“No, why?” she said, hating the way her voice trembled. He did that to her with his alpha-male confidence and the rich scent that overcame the smell of the dusting spray. “I’m not very special, or…”

He touched her lips and she stopped talking, overcome with mingled apprehension and arousal. Socard said, “You’re quite special in this day and age, Lily. Unless I’m quite wrong, you’ve never been with a man, have you.”

It was a statement rather than a question and it made her cheeks turn bright red. “Mister Socard, that’s not…I…” Her confusion was all the confirmation that he needed.

A small, satisfied grin twisted his lips, and for an instant she hated him. “Yes,” he said. “Come with me, Lily.”

He walked out the double door, his stride powerful and confident. He obviously had no doubts that she would be right behind him. She crept behind him, a mouse in the wake of a lion. They passed the music room, and then the tapestry room and the sculpture room. He flung each door open, silently contemplating the multitude of priceless objects inside. Lily had already seen them and cleaned them, so there was nothing to distract her from the way that his shoulders flexed and what his tailored pants did to his behind when he walked. He seemed to grow taller with each roomful of treasures and she felt the delicious tension rising inside her again. She did her best to keep him from seeing it. When he glanced at her and smiled she saw that he was fully aware of her reaction. Judging by the bulge at the front of his pants, it did more than simply amuse him, and she felt the tension jump higher at the sight.

Finally they reached the end of the hall, and he stopped at a small door. “I imagine Preston didn’t show you this room.”

“Um, no, mister Socard. I didn’t know that it was part of my duties.”

He reached under his shirt and pulled out a small key on the end of a chain around his neck. “And so it isn’t.” He unlocked the small door with a flourish and gestured for her to enter. She was more aware of the heat that he radiated than the contents of the room until then she looked around. Her eyes widened.

The room wasn’t nearly as large as the other display rooms. Each of the walls was covered with dozens of small glass display boxes and inside each box was a single gem that sat on a stand made out of gold. The room glittered when Socard turned on the light. Lily gaped for a moment before her gaze was drawn to the display stands in the middle of the room. Three things sat on the three stands: a crown encrusted with gems, a sapphire the size of a baseball, and what appeared to be an egg about the size of an ostrich’s. Socard walked into the room behind her and spread his arms. “This is the heart of my collection. Of my hoard.”

She looked around at the incredible wealth displayed and turned to look at him again. She gasped when she saw him. His eyes glittered with the gems, appearing to glow red, and he cast a strange shadow up the wall behind him. If she looked at it directly it appeared to have wings and horns. She shook her head and said, “Why the egg, mister Socard?”

“Ah,” he said, covering the distance to the display stand in two steps. Had he always been so tall? Had the fingers that caressed the egg always had nails so long and pointed?

“Truly, this is the most valuable thing in the room, my dear. Who can put a price on such a thing?” Socard opened the display case and picked up the egg. He held it to his mouth and breathed on it, and the egg glowed a quiet red. “Someday,” he said, “This will be the next generation.”

He put the egg down and turned to look at her again. His eyes were still green and just as penetrating, but they had changed shape. They had vertical slits for pupils, like a cat. He smiled, his teeth slightly pointed. “Only here, surrounded by my wealth, only here can I be who I truly am. Here…and with certain very special people. People like you, Lily.”

He approached her and she shrank back, but he merely walked by her and stood out in the hall, holding the door for her. His clothes rustled as he passed, sounding like scales rubbing against themselves. When she exited he re-locked the door and turned back to his study. She followed, feeling hypnotized.

Back in his office, Lily picked up the cloth that she’d dropped earlier, wringing it nervously as she stood by his desk. He closed the doors behind them.

“How am I special, mister Socard?”

He grinned at her. “You already know. You possess something that is valued by my people.” His grin revealed sharp teeth again, and his eyes were still vertically slit.

Lily was torn between fear and desire, petrified by balanced urges. The tension built inside of her, manifesting in stiffened nipples and growing wetness. “What…mister Socard, what are you?”

He took slow steps toward her, his voice as hypnotic as the sway of his powerful body. “There are many names. Wyrm. Wise one. Serpent. Even my name, Socard, is simply Dracos in reverse.”

“That’s crazy,” she said, knowing that it was true. His shadow flickered again, appearing as if great wings stirred behind him. Lily was captivated by his eyes, his scent. She wanted him to touch her, knowing that it might lead her to her doom.

He was just a foot away, his presence holding her. His eyes filled her vision. “Unusual, certainly. Do you know who we prefer? Who we ask for?”

Her mind tried to race but it only darted about in a panic. Lily touched on something that he had said earlier and she whispered, “Virgins.”

He inclined his head, his hair momentarily appearing to be a crest of horns instead of soft strands. He took another step and she tried to wrench her eyes away. Her gaze landed on the front of his pants and she gasped at the sight of them tented out by his own arousal. Her desire was rising, the wetness almost to the point of dripping. “Yes,” he said. “And do you know why?”

“Please,” she said. “Please don’t…hurt me.”

He smiled his predator smile. Lionel leaned toward her, his mouth inclined toward her ear. “Lily,” he whispered. His breath was incredibly hot on her neck, “Even my kind have needs.” She gasped suddenly when she felt the flat of his hand between her legs, pushing strongly against the base of her belly. His fingers trailed downward, curling closer to the top of her wet heat, and she moaned slightly.

“Don’t kill me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He licked her earlobe and she shuddered when fire and lightning rippled down her spine. “I’ll try,” he whispered back.

Before she could react to his words he wrapped both hands around her slim waist and lifted, turning and depositing her on the edge of his desk. It was strongly made and didn’t even shiver at the impact. Lionel pushed her skirt back to reveal the hidden cleft that was putting forth so much heat and moisture. He grinned and she saw the dragon behind his smile. “Do you know why dragons prefer virgins?” he asked. Lily shook her head mutely.

Lionel knelt by the desk, his powerful head level with her knees. “Because they taste the best.” He tugged at her panties and Lilly pushed up on her hands to loosen them. He pulled them down to her knees and then off, and then he put his face up next to her. She moaned when he blew on her, the fire in his breath streaking through her body. She had never been with a man before but that wasn’t to say that she had never pleasured herself with fingers and vibrator in the past. Her previous experiences simply didn’t compare to his tongue and his fingertips. He stroked at the delicate skin of her inner thighs, his touch as hot as his breath. She wondered if he was burning her and decided she didn’t care.

Lily moaned and he chuckled. “Mm. I thought you might like that. You’re so soft and delicate, my dear.”

She caught her breath and said, “Oh, mister Socard. Why…why me?” She lost it again when he stroked at her netherlips, his finger tracing a faint line from top to bottom on each side.

He chuckled. “Lionel will do, Lily. It’s as I told you. You have the best taste. Untouched by another, unsullied by some human’s seed…Lily, come fly with me.” He finally kissed at her, and then his tongue teased at the hood that covered her pearl. She shuddered as he caressed her, his tongue even more skilled than his fingers. He worried at her, opening her bit by bit until she was shivering and moaning. She wanted to seize his hair but settled for running her fingers through it instead.

He went on until she was shuddering and calling his name, and then he slowed his restless tongue. He eventually stood and started to unbuckle his pants. Her shudders faded but she still wanted him. She said, “Yes, Lionel, please…”

He grinned, unhurried in his movements. He pushed he pants down to reveal himself and she gasped. She’d seen pictures but they hadn’t seemed quite so large there. The desire overcame her fear when he stepped closer to her again. She kept her legs spread wide, and she didn’t shy away when he neared her. He felt as hot as glowing steel between her thighs but his eyes were calm and comforting.

Finally he was at her lips again and this time he didn’t slow. He reached around to hold her, both hands full while he pushed into her. Lily’s eyes widened when she stretched to allow him access. She worried that he would tear her open and for a moment when he broke through her internal barrier she was afraid that he had done so, but she was more flexible than she thought she was. There was pain and joy mixed together, and through it all there was the burning heat and desire. He filled her, and then again, and again until he was fully sheathed in her. Lily shifted, trying to adjust to the feel of him inside her, but his size made it difficult.

Then Lionel leaned his head forward and kissed her on the lips for the first time and she forgot all about the discomfort. His lips were as hot as the rest of him, the inner fires searing her. She was surprised when he slid his tongue between her lips, giving him a dazed whimper. Awareness of his shaft inside her returned slowly, but he kept distracting her with his incredibly experienced tongue. He pulled his hips away, and she was so tight that her hips slid toward him along the polished surface of the desk. He pulled free of her and entered again, the friction much more enjoyable this time. She was growing to relish the stretching and the tightness, the way that she could feel every vein and bulge. He continued kissing her, and she threw her arms around his neck.

Her slickness allowed him to pull free and slide in again, plundering the riches that he found inside her. His tongue did the same, and she was hard-pressed to say which gave her greater pleasure. Lionel settled into a slow rhythm designed to drive her higher and higher with each movement. She met him as best she could, his hands pulling them together and his tongue busy on hers.

For long minutes they rocked together until breaths became shorter and movements more urgent. Lily welcomed him now, quite at home with his length and girth, and he lanced as deeply as he could. He touched off sparks of pleasure inside of her, sparks that grew into stars that filled her like the night sky. The stars kept swelling until she feared the sensations they would bring when they exploded, even as she strove for that moment. Lionel’s sliding rhythm became shorter, and then he moaned and pulled her tightly against him. She felt him pumping, filling her with his tribute, and that was what she needed to finish her own journey. She hugged him tightly as her hips bucked against his and she drowned her cries in his chest.

His fire at last darkened and his shaft lost its hardness, pulling out of her. They stood holding one another until their breathing returned to its normal patterns. Lily could feel his worship dripping out of her, and she felt a faint sadness that she was unable to keep it all.

Lionel tilted her head back and smiled at her. His eyes were green but fully human again, and there was no hint of sharpness in his teeth. She smiled back and moved to kiss him, but he pulled away. His hand dipped below the neckline of his shirt and pulled the small key out. He pulled it over his head and held the chain and the key in his palm.

“You have some of my fire in you now, Lily. Will you care for the egg? Will you clean the hoard and breathe my breath on the egg’s skin until the day that it hatches or you tire of my service?”

She smiled and took the key, carefully slipping it over her head so that it nestled between her breasts. He smiled back, his eyes kind and relieved. She said, “For a price, mister Socard.”

“Of course. What do you require?”

She reached down and grasped him, faintly surprised by her own behavior. “Just that you rekindle the fire inside me as often as you can.”

He smiled, starting to stiffen in her hand. “My pleasure, my Lily.”

Erica entered the restaurant tentatively, her knees nearly knocking. She’d spoken to Ben on the phone for months, and they’d even been…intimate. Phone sex! Something Erica thought she’d never do, but they got on well when just talking. The question was: what if the chemistry wasn’t there in person?

She’d been pleased when he suggested a restaurant on the shore and wondered if she mentioned how much she loved the beach? It was nestled right on the boardwalk with wonderful views, and at that time of day, with the sun retreating, the view was spectacular.

Erica’s eyes scanned the restaurant, and she wondered whether he was already there. She fought the urge to turn around and leave, but then she saw him. He looked just like his picture. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Handsome. Was he out of her league? She pushed her insecurities aside and walked toward him, excited yet hesitant. She would not let fear sidetrack her. Her heart thumped in her chest, and she took a deep relaxing breath.

When she reached the table, she slid into the chair across from Ben, silently drinking in all his details. A photo didn’t do justice to the deep brown pools of his eyes, nor did it convey the vitality he exuded in person. The air seemed charged around him. Maybe that was just her exhilaration.

She laughed self-consciously before managing to force out a hello. Ben laughed too and reached out to grasp Erica’s hand across the table while he caressed her fingers lightly. The tension was broken.

"You’re beautiful, just like your photograph." He sounded like he meant it. She knew her clean-cut look appealed to some men and he must be one of them.

Ben picked up the wine bottle. "I hope I wasn’t presumptuous in ordering some celebratory wine?"

"No…not at all." Her nervousness made it hard for her to meet his eyes for any length of time.

Ben poured Erica a glass and proposed a toast. "To personal meetings."

Erica returned his smile and they began to chat. Soon it was like they’d been meeting for months. The closeness they’d formed on the phone translated just like she hoped it would. In their conversations he’d been intelligent and funny, and he was the same in person. As she relaxed, her shyness evaporated letting her display the wit and humor Ben had come to know.

The conversation progressed, and Erica couldn’t help blushing as images of their previous interactions entered her mind. That, coupled with the wine, created a slow, building heat within her. She’d been uninhibited at times, and at his urging, she’d let her fantasies take flight. She’d even shared many of her innermost secrets with him. It embarrassed her, and yet on some level it was freeing. He knew so much about her and accepted her.

At times she wondered if the same sensual thoughts crossed his mind, and whether his gaze was heated or if it was just the lighting? Occasionally their knees or feet would touch under the table and she would feel a little zing of excitement. She hoped the reaction was mutual.

Erica ate lightly, a little pasta, a little salad, enjoying his attention. The time passed in a whirl and eventually she realized that the low voices of the other patrons had disappeared and it was time to go.

Ben paid the check and led Erica out of the restaurant and into the night air. A cool ocean breeze floated around them and he guided her down the boardwalk, walking close. His hand brushed against hers, fingertips touching, and he enveloped her hand in his.

They approached a small staircase which served as an entry point onto the beach and Ben gestured toward the sand. She slipped off her shoes, leaving them on a stair and they stepped out into the deep, dry sand. Erica’s foot sank the moment it touched it, and Ben steadied her balance.

They crossed the beach until they were within a few feet of the waves on a wet, densely packed area that supported their weight. They strolled away from the lights of the boardwalk businesses as the waves rolled in and drowned out the sounds of the nightlife around them.

Erica loved the beach. She especially loved it at night when the moonlight reflected off the water and the sound of crashing waves broke on the shore. There was no one else on the beach but the two of them, and the solitude was lovely. During the day, the beach was hot, crowded. But now, with the moon and stars it was a place of dreams. She’d fantasized many times about being on the beach with a lover, alone together in the darkness, the water drowning out their cries of ecstasy. She shook her head ruefully. She was getting ahead of herself.

A gust of wind swept up, and Erica shivered a bit. Ben stopped, running his hands over her chilled arms and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Liquid pleasure filled her and Erica strained closer, bringing her hands to his shoulders. Finally, the moment was here. She’d waited all evening to feel his lips. Again and again, Ben kissed her urgently. He slid his tongue into her mouth, rubbing against the inside of her lower lip while Erica pressed herself fully against him. They embraced for a moment more and then pulled apart and continued down the sand.

Erica moved closer to the edge of the water and a wave broke over her feet, soaking the hem of her long, gauzy skirt. She laughed as the cold, swirling water retreated. Ben grasped her hand, pulling her back toward the dry sand which clung to her feet. They collapsed onto a small, raised dune, and Ben reached down and brushed away the sand. His fingertips brushed lightly over the tops of her feet, sweeping the grains away. She leaned toward Ben and his lips met hers again, kissing ardently. Closer and closer, Erica wrapped her arms around him and he sank back into the sand, taking her with him. She felt her bonds slip away. This man knew her. She could be exactly who she was.

Erica pressed close against Ben, but the barrier of their clothes was intolerable to her. Button by button, Erica opened his shirt and slid her hands inside. Her palms pressed against the smooth skin of his warm chest, touching, caressing. She fingered his nipples, tracing around the edges and rubbing across the puckered texture. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, and Ben sat up so Erica could push his shirt and jacket down his arms. She nipped his shoulder with her teeth and slid her tongue over the mark, pressing her lips against his skin.

Erica sat back and reached for the bottom of her blouse. She pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the side. Ben reached behind her back, his fingers releasing the hook and eye closure of her bra. His hands slid back around to her chest, underneath the fabric and inside the loosened cups. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples which were stiffly erect, and her bra floated down her arms. She shivered as the night breeze brushed her heated skin.

Ben pulled her to him and pressed his face in between her breasts, licking in the cleavage. Her hands grabbed his belt, unfastening the buckle and then the button of his pants, unzipping them. She cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, feeling him grow hard against her stroking hand. She pressed him deeper into the sand as he licked and sucked her nipples, his hands fondling the undersides of her soft, full breasts.

"Oooh." Erica laughed playfully. "I want to bury you in the sand, just a little." Her hand dug out a furrow by his shoulder, and Erica took his arm and placed it there. Digging through the dry sand to the wet beneath, she scooped out handfuls of wet, dense sand and packed them around his arm. Erica kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she piled the cool, heavy sand over his arm, encasing him shoulder to wrist. Her left hand pushed away the sand beneath his other arm and Erica packed sand around that one too. "Don’t move them."

Erica crawled off Ben and moved down to his feet. She grasped one shoe and then the other, pulling them off. She traced one finger down the center of the sole of each foot before grabbing the tip of one sock and then the other, tugging each one free. She gripped the cuffs of his pant legs and tugged hard, pulling them down and off. Her fingers circled his ankle, lifting his foot, bringing it between her breasts and resting it there. She took the other and raised it to her lips, gently kissing the sole. He remained still, his eyes fixed on her face.

This was her chance. This was the time. She was empowered. He was her fantasy come to life. It was the perfect setting with the perfect man. She knew something of his sexual inclinations, and she was going to use every bit of that knowledge.

Pressing her tongue between his toes, Erica sucked on the pads of the underside. She scraped her teeth against the ball of his foot and then brought his foot to her breast brushing the arch against her nipple. She took the other foot again, one in each hand. Rubbing them against herself, she dragged the soles of his feet over the soft flesh of her breasts over and over.

Erica brought her feet around inside his thighs. She grazed her toes against Ben through the fabric of his underwear. Her toes wiggled against the straining hardness of his erection, and she probed inside the fly opening with her big toe. Her eyes were riveted on him and his struggle to restrain himself and keep his arms still. She bent down, licking the tips of his toes while she continued to rub his feet against herself.

She moved her own foot up his inner thigh and slipped her toes inside his boxers. The fabric bunched around her ankle as she pressed further inside until her toes touched his cock. She stroked her toes up and down, pressing his cock into the nook between. She could see the pleasure in his face and his toes dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. She was living her own fantasy, but she would fulfill his as well.

"I want to taste you. I want to take you into my mouth and make you come there." Erica pulled her foot free of his shorts and moved to her knees, close to him. She grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. "Lift up a little." Ben complied, raising his hips off the sand while she slid his boxer shorts down over his legs. She leaned over him, kissing his stomach and pressing her chest into his groin. She moved her body lower, bringing her face closer to his cock. He smelled musky and male. She licked his thigh and rubbed her hands up and down the sides of his legs.

Erica smiled at Ben in the moonlight. "Shall I kiss you?" Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips to the tip of his shaft, licking just a little and nibbled her way down to the base. Her hands slid to his abdomen and rubbed in a circle over his muscles. Her hair brushed against him, silky strands touching him, tangling with his erection. He shivered in reaction, struggling against his instinct to move.

Erica moved closer and rubbed her cheek against the shaft and snaked out her tongue for a quick lick on the side as she inhaled deeply. "You smell so good." She pressed her face between his legs and pushed her tongue against his soft sack, licking and rubbing Ben with her lips and his cock twitched against her cheek. She slid her tongue over his balls, wetting them. Grasping him with her hand, she brought his cock to her mouth and took him inside for a brief moment. She looked up into his face and winked. "You taste good too." She flicked her tongue around and around and very gently rubbed her teeth against him. Her hands moved between his legs and she cupped his balls, caressing gently.

Taking Ben into her mouth again, Erica sucked harder stroking her tongue against the underside of the head. He was hard and hot between her lips. His cock throbbed against her tongue while she guided him in and out, again and again. She massaged the underside of the head of his cock with her lips and tongue and then took his cock back inside her mouth sucking deeply.

Erica put her hands under his ass pushing Ben toward her, loving how he felt going in and out of her mouth. She held her lips tight around him, caressing him with her tongue and sucking gently and then harder. Erica rubbed her tongue against him, bringing his cock deeper inside and increased the pressure, and then the friction. She kneaded his ass. A few grains of sand caught between her palm and his skin creating a rough abrasiveness. She let the fingers of one hand slide up and down the crack of his ass.

Erica saw the intense expression on his face in the moonlight. His body was shaking. "I don’t want you to come yet."

"Erica…" His voice was thick and raw with desire.

She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She crawled up his body, kissing and nibbling, flicking her tongue over his nipples and then rubbing her cheek against his jaw.

"I want you. But first, I want you to make me come hard." Erica straddled his face, pressing her wet slit against his mouth, the fabric of her skirt draped around him.

Erica moved herself against his mouth, pressing his lips against her clit and sliding down until he was right at her opening and he wiggled his tongue inside. Ben licked in little circles, swirling around and back up pressing against her clit.

"Oh please, yes." Erica shook as her pussy heated up.

Blowing hot breath on her clit, Ben wrapped his lips around her sensitive flesh and sucked, biting softly, drawing it into his mouth.

Erica moaned softly. "Oh yesssss." She pressed more firmly against his mouth, demanding more as she become increasingly aroused. He was sucking and licking her all over making her quiver against him. Sweet sensations welled up inside her as she rubbed herself harder against him, more urgently. Ben started humming, his lips buzzing against her clit as she ground her hot pussy against his face. She felt him slide his tongue into her wet, hot hole and she started to twitch against him. Her body burned. All her muscles in spasm, she contracted wildly inside, and she reached up to hold her breasts and pinch the nipples as her head fell back.

Just when Erica thought the sensations were subsiding, Ben blew inside, frantically licking his tongue around and around and pressing his whole face into her until she started coming again. She pressed against Ben hard as hot waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. She shook, her skin flushing, the lips of her pussy swelling and her breasts tightening.

Erica couldn't move for a moment. She gasped as the last of the incredible spasms drifted away. She stumbled to her feet and tore off her skirt. She knelt down in the sand and straddled his hips, rubbing herself against his cock. She moved up and down against him, making him slick with her wetness. She pressed her thumbs against his nipples, around and around and then squeezed a little.

Erica rose up over Ben and took his cock in her hand and rubbed her thumb over the head and held it between her legs. She pressed the tip of his cock around her vaginal opening. "Oh, I need you right now." Bearing down on him, his throbbing cock filled her. She squeezed her pussy hard, pressing him deep inside and pulling back off. Moving him in and out, slow and steady, she closed her eyes and arched her back. She shifted against him, rocking a little and then sliding him out. She moved back down again holding him tightly while changing the angle so his cock hit her in just the right spot.

Erica drove deeper, increasing the friction. She started to twitch around him a little. Her legs trembled as she pressed him inside again and again, rubbing back and forth. Sliding up and all the way back down, pressing hard against him, she moved a little faster up and down and up and down. Pushing him deep and lifting off him, she held him tight within her and released.

Erica slowed her pace and lay on his chest, her soft breasts flattening. She sank right into him, boneless. Her muscles twitched around his cock, rocking against him. She squeezed and released, fucking him over and over, clasping and then letting go. She snuggled against him, rubbing her cheek against him while she contracted tightly around him again and again.

Her mind was spinning in pure pleasure, and it didn’t take long for Erica her to feel her orgasm building within her. She squeezed herself around Ben hard, held a few seconds, released and then did it again, concentrating, focusing deep. She gasped a little with the effort, pushing herself hard against him.

She sat up on top of Ben again, arching her back as she pushed him deeply into her tight, wet pussy. She took a deep breath, gripping Ben with her vaginal muscles, feeling wonderfully stretched by him. She tightened around Ben and rose and fell just a little, not moving much but holding him, pressing into him. He lifted underneath her as waves of sheer pleasure radiated out from deep inside her.

Hot tingles swept over her catching her a little by surprise but Erica didn't resist, letting it wash over her in long, liquid waves of pleasure. One after the other, they kept coming: slow, deep, intense contractions. Rippling against Ben, reaching peak after peak, her whole body quivered, shook. She trembled against him, gasping, as her body spasmed over and over. She felt him then, heaving beneath her, straining as he spurted inside her.

Erica collapsed against him, stroking his chest and still twitching inside now and again. Slowly a relaxed and languid pleasure seeped into her body. Ben raised his arms up out of the sand wrapping them tight around her, pulling her tight until there wasn’t a millimeter of space between them. She laughed softly, sighing and gasping as Ben rubbed her back with slow gentle movements.

She buried her face in his neck and whispered, "That was so much better in person."

Zoey stretched sensuously. She loved sunbathing, and the feel of the hot sun on her tan skin. She cut her big blue eyes toward the family room window, and the blinds snapped back into place. Her lips curled into a smile. The eighteen year old brunette loved it when her step-dad and his naughty friends covertly watched her sunbathing, or doing anything for that matter. Indeed, the only reason she was sunbathing was to give that group of thirty-eight to forty year old men a cheap thrill.

She squirted some suntan lotion into her hand. Movement in the window let her know they were watching. Zoey lifted her right leg, locked her knee straight, and started rubbing in the lotion. She wondered if they realized she expected and wanted them to gawk at her, why else sunbath in stiletto fuck me pumps? Taking her time, she made sure to rub lotion on her inner thighs, especially close to her most private girlie bits, before moving to her other leg.

A quick side glance showed all four men in the window, looking mesmerized.

The beautiful teen began rubbing suntan lotion on her tone, flat belly. She started just below her breasts, and slowly worked her way down to her barely covered pussy. Her bikini bottom was so skimpy she had to maintain a full Brazilian to wear it. If anything, her top was even worse, being just a pair of tiny triangles that barely came up high enough to cover her nipples.

But boy, it’s worth it, she thought, remembering how her step-dad’s head snapped around as she walked through the family room, heading to the pool. I almost gave all four of those naughty men whiplash.

The sound of her five-inch red stiletto pumps silenced them all as she passed through, silky brown hair bouncing, boobs bouncing with each step, and hips swaying. Two of them, Ted and Charlie, actually gawked at her, mouths open. Her step-dad and Charlie had bulges in their khaki shorts before she was halfway through the room.

I should go in and innocently join them, she thought, her smile growing wicked. Just to cool my hot, shapely, barely dressed teenage body off a bit. Nothing sinister in that, right?

Using a towel, Zoey cleaned off the suntan lotion. Then she rubbed herself down with a light coat of baby oil. Just enough to give her skin a nice gleam. Something to accentuate all of her curves and show off her hard earned muscle definition.

“I’m going to miss these weekend taunt and tease games when I go to college next week,” she said as she stood and stretched again. Yeah, she noticed the men watching her. Amazing how she suddenly needed a nice long stretch whenever they were all watching. “But probably not as much as they will.”

Zoey left all of her sunbathing paraphernalia behind. She would be back in a bit. It would be cruel to tease those horny men up close and personal for too long, right?

As she headed for the door, Zoey heard the men rushing back to arrange themselves around the room as if they were interested in the game and each other’s company. It was a shame, too, since those sexy shoes really forced her body into the most incredible shape, and they totally missed her sassy little strut. When she entered, the men were all staring at the TV amid unnatural silence. Zoey smiled knowingly.

“Hi, guys, what’re you doing?”

“Oh, just watching,” Bill said.

Zoey slanted a look at her step-dad, and he suddenly realized just what he said.

“Watching?” she said, casually brushing at the long bangs in her eyes. That never failed to get a reaction from dear old step-dad. He loved her hair.

“The game! Yes, we’re just watching the game,” he said, face red.

She noticed the bulge in his pants was starting to shrink. Must be the embarrassment.

“Who’s playing?”

Silence. Every man turned toward the TV and looked. The names of the teams were usually displayed, but a commercial was playing. Amusement tugged at the corners of Zoey’s lips. It was going just about as usual when she popped in for a brief visit.

“White Sox and Twins,” Stan said. Like her step-dad, he was tall, brown-eyed, and dark-haired. “It’s the sixth quarter…I mean sixth inning.”

“If I stayed, would you guys teach me everything?”

“Oh, God, I’d love to teach you a few things,” Charlie said, face filled with the most lusty look she’d ever seen on any of Bill’s friends. She’d seen that look on step-dad’s face many times, though.

“Really? Like what?” Zoey said, and smiled sultrily at him.

Charlie moved up fast, and took her hand in his. It was the first time ever one of Bill’s friends actually dared to touch her. She was a little surprised, and a quite thrilled. They had taken it up a notch. Zoey liked it. She gave his hand a little squeeze, as she looked up into his dark blue eyes. Both stiffened as a deep, base connection flowed between them.

Zoey broke the connection, feeling hot and tingly all inside and out. And a little breathless. Looking around, she noticed the other men were staring. They all looked surprised that one of their number was actually having some success with her.

They all probably think they have a chance to score with me now, she thought. Good, I can up my game.

“I’d love to hang with you guys, but I put baby oil all over my body,” Zoey said, pleased to see the men look long and hard at her gleaming body. “To make my skin silky soft and smooth to the touch.”

“Silky smooth and soft,” Ted said. He was the lone blonde of the group, with pale blue eyes. Though the shortest, he was the most handsome and youngest looking, despite being the eldest at forty. He spoke so softly, longingly, as he stared at her thighs, hips, and barely covered pubic mound. “Looks so soft.”

No one but Zoey seemed to think this mindless mutterings odd and out of place, but then she kind of liked it. Driving the men crazy with desire was her goal, after all. Score one for Zoey. Then she decided to run up the score, and stepped away from Charlie and up to Ted.

“You think so? That’s so sweet,” she said. He was sitting at the end of the couch, so she took hold of his hand and placed it on her upper thigh. “Does it feel soft and smooth?”

Instead of stroking her thigh, as she expected, he gave it a firm squeeze. Zoey let out a tiny gasp. A warm tingle formed deep in her lower belly, and it suddenly got a lot warmer in there. After a long second, she realized she was holding her breath.

“Oh, you have such strong hands,” she said when his other hand joined the first on her thigh. So high up her thigh. So hard to breathe. “Oh my. You are a bold one, aren’t you, Mr. Holden?”

“Damn, look at how hard and erect her nipples just got,” Stan said, sounding almost like he was talking aloud to himself.

Zoey’s hands came up to her boobs, fingertips lightly stroking her nipples in an unconscious act. She was just as surprised as the men by her body’s reaction.

One of Ted’s fingers brushed across her mound, proving just how sensitive it was when she gasped and tensed. Suddenly, she felt a little disoriented, and looked around at all of the lusty faces. Everyone, especially her step-father, looked so damned horny. Their lust sucked the air out of her lungs, leaving her panting lightly. Her insides melted.

“Call me Ted, Zoey,” he said. Ted released her thigh, and grabbed her well-rounded hips. He moved Zoey over his knee, facing him. “Sit right there.”

Zoey didn’t fight it, she really, really loved it when a boy took complete charge of her like that. She let him maneuver her, manipulate her, so that she ended up sitting atop his hard, boney knee. It pressed against her hot, achy pussy.

“Is the AC on? It’s so hot in here,” Zoey said in a breathy voice.

Ted started bouncing his knee, driving it into her twat. He sent pulses of erotic pleasure through Zoey. Her jaw dropped as she stared into his eyes, her hands on his forearms. She felt her hair and boobs bouncing, and all of it felt good.

“Oh my God, her tits are starting to bounce out of her top,” Bill said.

“You boys enjoy watching her titties, I want a taste of those kiss-me lips,” Charlie said.

Charlie pressed up to Zoey, pulled her hair back so that her face was up. He cupped her face with his free hand, and kissed her. A long, lingering kiss. Zoey groaned.

I’ve done it again, she thought. I’ve pushed it too far and lost control. It’s the basketball team party all over again.

Instead of trying to regain her composure, her control, Zoey thrust her tongue into Charlie’s mouth. She felt someone remove her top, but barely thought about it. Her body was all squishy hot inside, and she didn’t want to stop.

“Oh man, her nips are so hard,” Ted said, rolling both nipples between his fingers.

Intense jolts of pure pleasure ripped through her body, from her nipples to her pussy, as Ted rolled them, squeezing so wonderfully hard. Stan dropped to his knees behind Zoey, and started kissing and nuzzling her firm white butt cheeks, while dear ole daddy moved up on the opposite side of Charlie, and pushed his hand under the front of her skimpy bikini bottoms. Bill started rubbing her clit.

Ted couldn’t bounce her on his knee anymore, what with everyone else all over her like that, so Zoey began grinding her pussy into that knee. She didn’t know what was tripping her trigger the most, the clit rub or the kiss, but the nipple roll was pretty good, too. They already had her at the brink of bliss, and she could ride that sweet wave all day long.

Zoey’s eyes popped open. She didn’t have all day, because Mom would be home from the store soon. The pretty teen couldn’t begin to imagine all of the trouble she’d be in if her mother caught them all like that.

“Guys. Wait…oh, Ted, that feels so…ooooh,” she said, but Ted started sucking on a hard, super sensitive nipple. Her head rolled back, long silky hair caressing her back. “So good, but we have to stop.”

Zoey summoned the last of her inner strength and pushed Ted away, and stood up. The men all stepped back a step, watching her intently. She felt such power. She was the center of their universe.

“Sorry, we don’t have time,” Zoey said, breathlessly, feeling hot and a little dizzy. “Mom will be back any minute now.”

“Oh, yeah, your mother,” Bill said, sounding disappointed.

Zoey was still straddling Ted’s leg, but had forgotten she was topless. She fluffed her hair and tried to regain some composure. It wasn’t happening, what with her body all hot, squishing, and tingly. Her pussy felt wet and needy in a way she really enjoyed.

“We’ll stop when she gets home,” Stan said, and pulled Zoey up against his chest.

Zoey yipped, and looked up with big blue eyes into his lusty face. A lust that couldn’t be denied, so she kissed him. Bill took the opportunity to pull her barely there bikini bottoms down and left them on the floor around her stiletto-heeled feet. As she enjoyed her open-mouth and deep tongue kiss with Stan, step-dad began running his bold hands all over her butt, hips, and pussy.

“My turn,” step-dad said, pulling Zoey away from Stan.

“Oh, Daddy.” Zoey threw her arms up around his neck as he engulfed her within his arms. He hugged her so tight. If she had any self-control left, any reservations, it melted away with that fierce, possessive hug. As their heads tilted, lips parting for the approaching kiss, “This is going to be so good.”

When the kiss finally ended, Bill said, “You are so beautiful.”

“Oh, Daddy, please,” Zoey whispered hoarsely. “Fuck me. I need it so badly.”

“Someone just confessed to needing a good, sound fucking,” Ted said, pulling her away and starting to kiss her neck, cheek, and ear. “And I’m just the man to give it to you right and proper.”

Zoey cupped his bulge. “Oh, you’re a big boy, Mr. Holden…I mean, Ted.”

“And you’re a big girl, Zoey,” Ted said, cupping her tits in both hands.

She pulled his face down with both hands, and kissed him.

Charlie pulled Zoey away from Ted. All that pushing and pulling was starting to make her head spin. Charlie’s hand went straight for her pussy, and she looked down as two of his fingers curled up inside her.

“Oh my, I’m naked,” she said. Zoey couldn’t remember getting undressed, but she couldn’t remember much of anything at that moment. It was always like when she was making out with boys.

“You’re not naked,” Charlie said, grinning. “You’re still wearing those awesome Fuck Me Pumps.”

“How appropriate,” Ted said.

Zoey licked her dry lips and swallowed to loosen her throat. She cut her eyes up at the clock. No time. It was probably for the best.

“We can’t fuck,” Zoey said. She pointed at the clock. “Mom could be home at any minute. I really, really wanted to fuck each and every one of you, but I can’t.” They looked so disappointed. She almost broke and gave in. “Besides, I have a little problem. Once I fuck a boy, I can never say no to him again.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Ted said. “We have time for a gang bang. Throw her up on the table.”

“What?” Zoey said, as she was pulled backwards toward the dining room table. “A gang bang?” Her insides melted again. Exactly like the basketball team party. And that went very well for all involved. “We’ll have to be fast and furious. No dallying, boys. Promise?”

“Promise!” they said.

Zoey was lifted up and sat on the edge of the table. Her long, shapely legs hung off, dangling. She leaned back on her hands, back bowed and watched the expressions on their faces. Such hungry, lusty faces, too. Ted and Charlie both made a move to be first.

She stopped them with stiletto-heeled feet in the center of each of their chests. They began to stroke her legs, her shoes, the long stiletto heels. That position opened her legs, exposing her bare pussy. Not a hair to be seen. Her feminine folds were shimmering wet, and ached with need. Then she reached down with her right hand, and extended her index finger.

“Funny how people accuse me of being a teaser, when we can all see what a wonderful pleaser I am,” Zoey said, starting to rub her clit with just the tip of her finger. Every few seconds she lightly dragged her long fingernail across it. If there was a button to be pushed on her, that was it. She pushed it every day, morning and night. Masturbation was how she started the day, and how she ended it. Zoey glanced at the baseball game on the TV, and smiled. “Before we get started, you boys need to work out who’s on first, who’s on second, who’s on third, and who your closer is going to be.”

“Whoa, I’m impressed,” Bill said, after glancing at the TV.

Her big blue eyes sparked with that compliment. “I have my moments.”

It quickly became obvious the men would not be able to work out the order of fun before her body cooled down and she lost interest. So Zoey pushed both Ted and Charlie away and sat up. The men fell silent and waited for her decision.

“Okay, boys, here’s how we’re going to do it,” Zoey said, giving them a sultry look. “I want Daddy first, then Ted, Charlie, Stan, and Daddy again bringing up the rear.”

“Oh, man, Bill, you lucky bastard,” Charlie said, slapping him on the back.

“That’s Daddy’s Little Girl,” Bill said. He’d never called her that before, but she found it thrilling to hear nonetheless.

Zoey opened her arms and took him in for a wonderful hug and kiss. It was their first on the lips kiss. Ever. He combed one hand through her hair, until it was behind her head, the other hand cupped her face. Zoey’s heart raced as their lips met, and she moaned softly as he opened her mouth with his, and their lips started that sensuous slid all over each other. The tip of his tongue stroked the roof of her mouth, and she responded with her own tongue.

Catching his lower lip between her teeth, she pulled and giggled. When his tongue came probing, she released the lip and sucked in the tongue. She sucked hard on his tongue as she ran her hands up under his polo shirt, and raked her nails down his chest.

Bill fondled her boobs with both hands, starting to breath harshly through his nose as their long kiss continued. Zoey savored the feel of his big hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples, pulling on her nipples. Squeezing and caressing.

They finally broke the kiss and gazed deep into each other’s eyes for a long moment, the energy flowing between them driving Zoey wild. Her pussy was burning with tingling need. Bill continued to fondle her, and his eyes finally dropped to her boobs.

She unbuttoned his khaki shorts and unzipped him. The shorts fell to the floor without help, but the boxers had an elastic waistband. Zoey pushed the boxers down over his hips, and his erection snapped up at her. The teen jumped slightly, gasping, then giggled. First she palmed his hairy balls, since she had a thing for balls, and then palmed his cock. Her long delicate fingers slowly wrapped around him.

“She even has beautiful hands,” Stan said, a look of awe on his face.

Zoey smiled at him. She got a manicure early that morning, in anticipation of going to college on Monday. She usually went with red nails, but had gone for a sexy French manicure instead. She really liked the way it looked wrapped around her step-father’s cock.

With her free hand, Zoey collected the pre-cum off of Bill’s cock on the tip of her finger. The men got big eyes as she lifted that pre-cum to her mouth, and sensuously licked it off.

“Mmmm, delicious,” Zoey said, voice an octave lower. She slid off the table and eased down to her knees before her step-father. She pulled his boxers all the way down and off. “I think we need to start you off with something special.”

She stroked his length firmly, as she fondled his balls with the other hand. Bill jumped slightly and groaned when she raked her long nails across his balls. Zoey ticked the bottom of his cock head with the tip of her tongue for a moment, before opening wide and taking just the head into her mouth. She alternated between sucking and rolling her tongue around it, and then she slowly began to swallow him. He buried both hands deep in her hair, massaging her scalp as he watched her lips sliding down his shaft.

“I dreamed of this, but never thought it would happen,”

Zoey bobbed a few times up and down his length, before pulling off and standing up.

“Next time I give you a BJ, you can come in my mouth,” Zoey said, stroking his cheek. She winked at him. “I always swallow.”

She thought the men all looked like they’d died and gone to Heaven. Charlie even groaned wantonly. Zoey giggled and plopped back atop the table. Everyone perked up, especially dear old dad.

The beautiful teenager laid back and spread her legs wide. “Take me, Daddy. I like it hard and fast.”

“Party time,” Charlie said.

“Oh yes,” Bill said.

He guided his cock head to her shimmering pussy lips, and rubbed the head all over. Zoey loved the way if felt, and loved how much he enjoyed doing it even more, but she began to squirm. Her body was so achy. She needed him inside her. The horny teen needed divine release so badly it hurt.

“Don’t tease me, Daddy. Take me,” she gasped out. “I need you so badly.”

“My pleasure, baby girl,” he said, and pushed.

Zoey bowed her back, gasping and clutching at his hips as he penetrated her. He spread her so wide. She groaned, tensing her pussy muscles as he pushed half his length into her, before pulling back almost out, and thrusting deeper. Her eyes rolled up and her head began rocking back and forth atop the table. The teen began making tiny animal noises when he started fondling her sloshing tits.

Within a few minutes she was at the brink.

“Oh my God. Oh yes. Oh my yes,” Zoey gasped out. “Harder. Faster. Make me come, Daddy! Make me come!”

“I’m trying,” he said, turning red as he humped her as fast as he could.

“Almost there! Just like that,” she said. “Just. Like. Aaagggghhhh.”

Her whole body experienced that orgasm. It washed through her, bringing bliss and joy. She felt it mostly in her lower belly and pussy. So intense there. Everything tightened up sweetly, making her muscles clamp down on Bill’s pumping cock. He gasped, and as the shock waves of her climax started to recede, he exploded deep inside her.

“Oh yes, it’s a beautiful thing,” Zoey said, and sighed.

Her mother once asked Zoey why she was just a little slut. That was why. Orgasms. The fact she usually climaxed before the boys was even better. And an orgy or gang bang meant multiple orgasms. Zoey wondered how she could be anything else but promiscuous (she didn’t like the word slut, since she didn’t think there was anything wrong with a girl getting it on with any and all).

“Wow, that was awesome,” Ted said. He tapped on Bill’s shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Ha ha, you’re funny,” her step-dad said, as he pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of her.

Ted moved in between her wide-spread legs as Bill headed for the bathroom. Zoey envied him. She’d like to clean up, too. But Ted’s cock was out and he was rubbing it up and down her slit. That felt wonderful. Her insides were still quaking, lower belly quivering. When he mounted her it would be incredible.

“What about a BJ before we start?” Ted said.

“Too tired. Just do me, baby.”

Ted shrugged, looking a bit disappointed. But he took hold of the long stiletto heels of her shoes and held them wide as he pushed into her. His penetration surprised her. She knew he was mounting her, but hadn’t really looked at his dick. Ted wasn’t very long, just average, but he was thicker than anyone she’d ever had.

“Holy shit,” Zoey cried. “Ooooh, yes. That hurts.”

“Sorry,” Ted said, smirking.

“Don’t be,” Zoey said. “It hurts real good.”

Since Ted seemed more interested in fondling her shoes while he banged her, Zoey had to fondle her own boobs. She pinched, rolled, and pulled on the nipples, only occasionally stroking or squeezing the whole boob. Her pleasure was all about the nipples.

Ted was pounding her so hard his hips slapped wetly against her butt cheeks. That sound, and the squishing of his cock sliding in and out, filled the room. Zoey’s head began to rock again, her mind clearing as erotic pleasure filled her. Pure bliss. Ted did it just right, hard, fast, and unrelenting until he came. Oddly enough, she failed to even get close to another climax, but she enjoyed being in that special place nonetheless.

“Good boy, Teddy,” Zoey said with a slow sultry draw. It was so hard to think, much less speak after getting it twice in quick order. “Who’s next?”

“Me,” Charlie said, leaning over her. His finger probed her butt hole. She clamped down, stopping him as she smirked up at him.

“Access denied,” Zoey said, and giggled.

Charlie shrugged with a grin. “It was worth a try.”

“Yeah. Try banging me like a big boy should,” Zoey said, reaching down with both hands to spread her pussy lips open. “Show me what you got, baby.”

“You are such a wild child,” Charlie said, guiding his cock to her waiting pussy. “This is a wet dream come true, baby.”

Zoey watched him mount her. Charlie was the opposite of Ted. He wasn’t thick, but he was long. He slipped into her without resistance, pushing the full length of his cock into her. Filling her up. Zoey’s head began to swim. Her overheated, oversexed body was already fired up, highly aroused. Within three strokes, Charlie had her at the brink. It was a good place to be.

“Oh, shit, a car,” Stan said.

They all froze. Zoey held her breath as they listened to the car approaching. And then pass. They all let out a long sigh of relief.

“Party’s on,” Charlie said, starting to hump her again.

Zoey placed both of her feet on Charlie’s chest as he fucked her. That got Ted’s attention more than Charlie’s. She stored that information away, because she had a feeling her step-father and his friends would be seeking her out in the future, and she really couldn’t say no to any of them after that afternoon.

The car kind of killed it for Zoey. Charlie was slowly working her back up into that special place, but she doubted she’d get off before him. Apparently, her step-father understood her problem, because he came around to the other side of the table, next to her head.

“We’re just ignoring your beautiful lips, hair, and face,” Bill said.

He kissed her upside down, his hands deep in her silky hair. Zoey felt her excitement start to build again as their lips slid around, and he started sucking on her lower lip. Charlie slapped her left butt cheek. It stung good. She didn’t complain, so he gave the right a firm bootie slap.

“Mmmmm,” Zoey groaned, squirming. She was feeling the glory again. Ted pulled her left foot off Charlie’s chest, and started nuzzling and licking her long, red stiletto heel. Stan pulled her right leg to him, and started doing the same to her calf and lower thigh. Then Charlie started fondling her sloshing boobs, even as he increased the rate he was humping her. All together, the man had pushed her back to the brink. “Hhhmmmmgggh.”

Bill broke the kiss, to nuzzle her cheek and ear. Then he thrust his hot, wet tongue deep into her ear. Zoey’s sucked in a sharp breath, back bowing, and climaxed.

“Holy shit, she’s coming hard,” Charlie gasped out. “You cannot believe…how her pussy muscles…are pulsing, squeezing me… oooooh, yes. That did the trick.”

Zoey felt him coming inside her. Oh, how she loved that feeling. Step-dad took over fondling her breasts when Stan replaced Charlie. With Bill sucking on her earlobe and fondling her so wonderfully, she had no calm down period before Stan mounted her.

She watched breathlessly as Stan’s dick slid deep into her body. It felt divine. Still in that place just shy of climax, she licked her lips and smiled up at Stan.

“Hey, baby, I’m in a really good place. If you fuck me hard and fast, you can make me have multiple orgasms,” she said.

“Really? Wow,” Stan said, and started humping her with gusto.

The table started to creak under the strain, as Stan pounded it home like no one ever had before. Zoey got the most beatific look, her whole body shaking from the fierce fucking. In no time she crossed the line, and climaxed. Then another a short time later. Not major, mind numbing climaxes, but little intense monsters that energized her body and made every fiber of her being tingle. It didn’t take long for Stan to come.

“You still feel up to taking me one more time, Zoey?” Bill said.

“Oh yeah.”

Bill hurried around the table. Zoey opened her arms and legs for him, but he had other ideas. He pulled Zoey off the table, turned her around, and bent her over it. She propped herself up on her elbows, back bowed and ass in the air a step-dad moved up behind her.

“My fantasies about you usually involve doggie style,” Bill said, guiding his cock into her pussy.

“Oh, hell yes,” Zoey groaned, feeling him penetrate and push in deep, deep. Her vagina muscles were taut, almost painfully tight. His cock forced her wide, with a little pain. Pain in a good way. He grabbed her long brown hair, yanking her head way back as he laid a firm bootie slap on her hiney. “Yes! Ride ‘em, cowboy!”

“Car,” Stan said.

Ted moved over to the window and looked out. Bill kept on riding Zoey. She just relaxed and enjoyed it. It was probably another false alarm anyway.

“Oh man, this is better than my wet dreams,” Bill said. “Man oh man, you are so hot, Zoey.”

“Better than mine, too,” Zoey gasped out. “Oh yes, better than the basketball team.”

“What?” step-dad said.

“It’s her mother,” Stan said. “Dammit.”

“Oh God, Daddy, don’t stop,” Zoey cried. “I’m almost there.”

He was still pumping hard and fast, but time was running out. Zoey despaired she wouldn’t get that last sweet moment of bliss. Bill saved the day, by pulling her up to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you in new your dorm room Monday.”

Zoey envisioned it, and came. Came hard. Bill came again, at the same time.

“She’s in the driveway,” Stan said urgently.

Bill kept pumping into Zoey, his cock long, thick, and hard. His cock milking her orgasm of every last ounce of pleasure for both of them.

“She’s out of the car.”

Someone tossed Zoey’s bikini on the table next to her. She climaxed again.

“Oh yes, yes, yes! The best ever!”

“I think your mother heard that,” Stan said, almost a squeak. “She looked up and around like she did. She’s picking up grocery bags.”

Bill finally went limp and he pulled out. He gave her shiny round hiney a playful slap, and started pulling on his boxers and shorts.

“She’s heading inside,” Stan said. “And she’s moving fast.”

Zoey took a deep breath, held it, and released slowly. Then she grabbed her bikini and staggered out the back door on wobbly legs. Her mother entered the house just as she exited.

Going to the lounger where she sunbathed, the dizzy teen quickly slipped into her bikini and laid down like she was sunbathing. Hopefully her mother wouldn’t notice her heavy breathing and rock hard nipples from the window.

Once she was breathing normally again, Zoey got up and gathered her sunbathing paraphernalia. She was actually quick proud of how well she could walk, at her quick recovery. Her mother was putting away groceries as she passed the kitchen.

“What are you wearing, young lady?”

“Oh, Mom, you’re home,” Zoey said.

“Don’t ‘oh, Mom” me,” she said, looking her daughter up and down. “Why are you so flushed?” Then she turned to her husband. “Bill, how could you let her parade around in front of your friends in that?”

“I can’t control her,” he said. “She’s done what she’s wanted for the past three years.”

But her mother was more interested in looking her daughter over. “What is wrong with you? You look discombobulated. And very tired.”

Zoey knew a moment of panic. If her mother continued on that track, her mind would work of the signs. They would all be toast.

“I feel asleep sunbathing, and had a…um…weird dream,” Zoey said, unable to look her in the eyes.

“I bet you did, wearing such revealing clothes,” she said, eyes locked on Zoey’s still erect nipples. “I can only imagine, and it explains a lot. Go get dressed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Zoey said, moving past her. “I think I’ll take a shower, and spend the rest of the day deciding what I’m going to do on my first day in college.” She locked eyes with step-dad, and winked. “I’ll probably spend it locked inside my dorm room.”

“And so, Victorian-era beliefs about a woman's sexual pleasure were obviously repressed, but also tied into the pervasive belief that sex was only for procreation. Women were expected to have sex with their husbands on demand, and the sole purpose was to produce children. Preferably as many male children as possible.” Professor Amy Janney took off her glasses and turned to us. She looked like a model — coal-black hair, eyes like sapphires, and a rack that made me ache with envy. I'd read in our homework assignment last night that women during the Victorian era often removed their bottom ribs so that their corsets would fit tighter around the waist and give them a 16” or 20” measurement. Professor Janney seemed built by God for Queen Victoria's time, but with breasts that shoved up, as if God were trying very hard to draw them closer to heaven.

“Sex on demand, huh? Maybe I should get married,” Chuck Smicker called out. The guys in class snickered and most of the women rolled their eyes.

Professor Janney froze, then turned her entire body toward Chuck, slowly sauntering down the aisle in those come-fuck-me pumps. She leaned toward him, just enough to get him nervous. “If you need to be married in order to have sex on demand, Chuck, then you might be doing it wrong,” she said quietly. The words hung in the air, the hair on my arms stood up, and my nipples contracted, suddenly itching for a good pinch or lick. God dammit, this class was going to kill me.

No one said a word.

But most of the women were squelching smirks.

“OK, then, make sure you read the Charlotte Gillman Perkins short story for next class, and enjoy your weekend. Happy Friday!” she announced. Most of the guys took their time to stand up, and when they did, they held their books over their dicks. It didn't take a Ph. D to understand what Professor Janney had just done to the guys in her course.

Maybe we should rename her Mistress Dominique. She was one hell of a dom, and with those heels, 4” red stilettos that went well with her uptight, overly conservative suit. If she was trying to send a message, it was working.

Come fuck me. My way.

I stood and gathered my laptop and readings, throwing them in my backpack. That uncomfortable blue clit feeling didn't help; I'd need to do rub one off in a quiet stall in the bathroom. Then again, so would a few other women, and all the guys, given the strange looks of detachment and confusion I saw mirrored in my classmate's eyes. Arousal was common for us; being in the 18–22 age range meant we were horny nonstop, but also able to do something about it.

Just not between classes.

Even Chuck's pole would feel good right now, as long as I could ignore the ass attached to it.

“Alicia?” Professor Janney's perfume hit my senses. Smelled like cinnamon, cardamom, and musk. I wanted to lick her arm, which she perched on the desk next to me. If I licked her arm, would I get extra credit? Tasting any part of her right now would release me. I'd climax on the spot. Throw me out of school. I didn't care. Just let me have one lick of her elixir.

Instead, I mustered all my will to just answer her. My red, swollen clit didn't help. “Um, yes?”

“Nice work deconstructing the meaning of the pessary in the Victorian age. You have the makings for grad school, you now?” Her warm smile and encouraging words gave her a safer, more motherly look. Considering she was, at most, three or four years older than me, “mother” was a stretch. But the ache in me dialed down a notch, and the urge to grab her face and shove my tongue down her throat, slide my hands through those long, back waves of silk, and finger fucker her right there on the ancient, carved schoolkid desk receded just enough.

“Thanks. I appreciate that,” I mumbled.

She reached out and fingered a piece of my long hair. “You have the most beautiful auburn hair. It's not just the color of copper — it's like copper and burgundy blended together.” She dropped the strand. “I'm jealous. I always wished I had any color hair than boring old black when I was growing up.”

A huge wave shifted and pushed up from my soaked pussy, through my lower abs, over my stomach and into my diaphragm, removing all ability to speak. I inhaled through my nose, pretending to sniff, distracting myself and suppressing the huge climax that wanted to erupt right there. “I was born with it, so it's all I know,” I laughed, throwing my backpack over my shoulder and avoiding her eyes.

She smiled again and returned to her desk, shuffling papers and files. “Have a great weekend,” she said absentmindedly.

“Yeah. You too.”

And in that moment, I knew two things: I would go into the bathroom and have a ripping orgasm in three seconds flat, and that I would fuck her. Soon.

I was right about both.

Janine sat in Laura's kitchen just like every Monday morning. It had become a ritual. They lived next door to each other in a gated community and had for the past 14 years. They had a lot in common. Both women had what looked to the casual observer like perfect lives. Wealthy successful husbands, beautiful kids and magnificent homes. Neither woman worked and had maids and gardeners to take care of the chores.

However, below that shiny surface, both Janine and Laura were unhappy. Janine's husband slept with his secretary five years back and though he seemed to have remained faithful since, the affair broke their marriage. Nothing was quite the same since and Janine thought about leaving her husband nearly every day. Only her daughter, Sarah, kept her around. She was sixteen and a junior in high school. It wouldn't be long before she left the nest like her older brother had last year and Janine could leave their father.

Laura was even less fortunate. Her husband was a serial cheater. He'd had numerous affairs and her marriage to him was little more than a sham. She too stayed only for her kid’s sake. Her oldest daughter would graduate this spring and her youngest next year, along with Janine's daughter. Laura was looking forward to her own divorce after her youngest daughter graduated. The two housewives often joked with each other about which would get the bigger alimony settlement.

Janine watched as her friend made tea. Even in sunny Southern California, it was chilly in January and a cup of tea warmed the bones. The kettle whistled and Laura filled the cups she had prepared with the boiling water, brought them to the breakfast table to steep and retrieved the lemon wedges from the fridge. She always had her maid, Inez, prepare them the night before because Inez had Monday's off.

Laura sat and continued her story as the women added sugar and lemon to the cups, “So, then I found a text from a woman named Trixie of all things. Trixie? Really? It didn't say much, but add that to the golf trip,” which Laura emphasized with air quotes, “when he booked the honeymoon suite at the bed and breakfast and the mysterious charge at the jewelers right before Christmas and yeah, I'm sure he's sleeping with another bimbo. I know I didn't get anything from the jewelers for Christmas.”

Janine set her cup down, put her hand on Laura’s arm, and said, “I'm sorry, baby.”

“You know, you'd think I'd be past getting upset about his affairs, but it still bothers me. He could at least act as if we're husband and wife. It’s become so blatant. The Bastard doesn't even try to hide it anymore,” Laura complained patting Janine's hand.

“Excuse me dear, but my husband is the Bastard, yours is the Asshole,” Janine corrected her friend. They both laughed. It was an inside joke. They rarely referred to their husbands with each other as anything but “The Bastard” and “The Asshole”. Janine added, more seriously, “Only seventeen months more and we're both free. You can make it.”

“I know. Thank God for you. If you weren't my best friend, I'd go crazy,” Laura said and sipped her tea. Janine followed suite. It just didn't make sense. Laura was a beautiful woman. Blonde with nice breasts, womanly hips with a thin waist and long sexy legs. She could've passed for thirty-five, even though she was in her mid-forties. The Asshole apparently tired of Laura when she turned thirty and preferred younger women. His loss. Laura was drop-dead sexy and a lot of fun. Janine just didn't get it.

Janine herself had always wondered what made her husband, the Bastard, seek out the younger woman he had an affair with for over a year. She wasn't even that pretty. Janine wasn't as voluptuous as Laura was, but she was still attractive with her brown eyes and long dark hair. She worked hard with her personal trainer to keep her sleek, athletic body in shape. She got her boobs done to please the Bastard and they were even bigger than Laura's were. Before the affair, she would have done anything for her husband sexually. Janine even had sex with a woman once so he could watch, but the Bastard still stepped out on her.

Laura finished her tea and asked, “You ready, sweetie?”

Janine nodded and sipped the last of her tea and placed the cup back on the table.

Laura walked toward the back of the house and Janine followed. She couldn't help but notice how sexy her friend looked from behind. It made Janine wet. Laura turned and smiled, catching her friend staring at her naked ass and said, “I got you a surprise this weekend.”

“Ooh, what is it?” Janine asked.

“It's in the bedroom,” Laura answered. Janine skipped ahead, excited to see what her friend had got for her. She walked into Laura's bedroom, the one she didn't pretend to share with the Asshole, and saw a brightly wrapped box on the bed. The “spare bedroom” was Laura's private space and it was almost as big as the master bedroom and had its own bath. It was all browns and pinks, with a big bed covered with decorative pillows. Janine loved that bed.

“Well, are you going to open it?” Laura asked. Janine sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the box, and ripped it open. It was a plain cardboard box. Janine tugged at edges of the flaps, breaking the tape that held them down and dug inside. She pulled out a long double dildo, shiny and black. Janine turned it over, examining the toy and then tossed the box aside and popped off the bed to hug Laura, the long sex toy dangling from one hand.

“Thank you, baby! I love it. Can't wait to play with it,” Janine said and kissed Laura, pressing her naked form against the other woman's nude body.

“Glad you like it. I thought it looked like fun.” Janine replied, scrunching up her cute nose as she said it.

“Mmm, I love Mondays, baby,” Janine whispered and kissed Laura, slipping her tongue between Laura's lips. Laura responded by sucking on Janine's slick tongue and grabbing Janine's tight ass. Laura nudged Janine toward the bed and pushed her gently onto it. As Janine lay back, she batted the empty box onto the floor and then slid father onto the bed. Laura followed, never breaking the kiss they shared.

As Janine settled in amongst a pile of pillows, Laura began kissing her way down Janine's body. Her friend's soft kisses felt so delicious, but she knew it was just a prelude to the rough fucking Laura would give her later. Almost every week Laura had a new surprise for Janine, usually an oversized sex toy or some piece of bondage gear. Since it was all courtesy of the Asshole's credit card, it didn't matter how much it cost.

Laura came on to Janine after the Bastard admitted his affair. Janine had helped Laura through two prior affairs, but she had no clue Laura had turned to other women to satisfy her sexual desires. At first, Janine was hesitant, still believing she could repair her relationship, but as her marriage cooled and finally all but died she sought comfort and love in Laura's bed. They had been Monday morning lover's ever since.

Laura reached Janine's pussy and began eating her friend. Janine luxuriated on the massive bed amongst the big, soft pillows and savored having her pussy pleasured. She rarely missed cock anymore. It usually came with a man attached and Janine decided they weren't worth the trouble. Besides, Laura was a better lover than the Bastard had ever been, soft and tender but wild and kinky too.

Laura lapped and nibbled at Janine’s bald pussy, paying special attention to her clit. Janine felt an orgasm build. She never needed much foreplay after sitting around with Laura drinking tea, or when the weather permitted, sunbathing nude by the pool. Lounging nude with her friend, even after all these months, made Janine's pussy wet and she was always ready to go by the time they went to Laura's room.

Suddenly Janine slipped over the edge and came, moaning loudly as Laura sucked on her clit. Janine pinched her nipples and tugged at them roughly, as Laura continued to eat her pussy. Another orgasm hit her, harder this time, causing her to scream. Janine was writhing, her breaths short and ragged, but she managed to beg, “Fuck me, Laura!”

Laura's eyes flashed up to Janine's face and she winked as she slipped two fingers into Janine's pussy. That sent Janine over the edge again, screaming freely. Laura knew just how to rub Janine’s g-spot to drive her wild. Several more orgasms shook Janine as her friend kept up the pressure on her pussy. Janine felt like she was absolutely dripping and that was only confirmed when Laura raised her head and Janine saw her face, from nose to chin, was slick with pussy juice. Laura looked so sexy like that.

“You want to try the new toy? You're wet enough,” Laura offered, but Janine was too busy coming. Laura knew Janine couldn't answer, since her fingers were still buried in Janine’s pussy. Finally, Laura slipped her fingers from Janine’s pussy and Janine whimpered as her last orgasm ran its course. It took a few long moments for Janine to regain enough composure to respond.

“What about you? You don't want me to eat your pussy?” Janine said, between deep breathes. Janine loved eating Laura’s pussy. Laura only trimmed her pubic hair short, leaving the soft fuzz covering every inch of her pussy. Janine enjoyed it that way, natural and nasty.

“I'm plenty wet enough to get the dildo inside me. I've wanted to try it since I saw it, but I wasn't going to until you were fucking the other end. If you want to eat me, fine, but I'm gonna fuck you while you do,” Laura said.

Janine's eyes lit up and exclaimed, Yeah, OK!” Laura lay down after she grabbed the giant double dildo, her head near the end of the bed. Janine climbed on top, her pussy in Laura's face and Laura's pussy directly below Janine's face. Janine lay on Laura's soft body and began licking her friend's pussy. Laura was indeed dripping wet and tasted so good. Laura, on the other hand, wasted no time in slipping the thick, black cock into Janine’s wet pussy.

Janine tried to concentrate on pleasuring Laura, but it was difficult. Laura had the dildo inside Janine as far as she could get it and was roughly fucking her with it. Janine gave up trying to be subtle and began sucking and licking Laura's clit as she slipped two fingers of one hand into her friend's pussy and massaged Laura's anus with the index finger of the other.

Both women approached climaxes and as if they were racing, each woman pleasured the other with more earnestness. If anyone was keeping score, Janine came first, her screams muffled in Laura's furry mound. Laura was only moments behind her, moaning as Janine assaulted her clit and g-spot. Both women came several more times, each moaning and screaming, neither ready to give up just yet.

Finally, Janine pressed on Laura's g-spot especially hard and rubbed it until her hand began to cramp from the effort. Laura tensed and suddenly she squirted all over the pillows at the head of the bed, screaming wildly, and Janine was almost thrown off as Laura squirmed. Janine took a face full of the clear liquid, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed making Laura explode like that. It was the hottest thing Janine had ever seen.

Janine relented and rolled off her friend and waited for Laura's eventual scolding. It was all in fun, but Laura always insisted she didn't like it when Janine made her do that, but Janine knew instead that she liked it too much. Janine had never been able to squirt like that, but she knew how intense it was when Laura tried to make her do it. Laura didn't move for a moment, her chest heaving. Then she swallowed, glowering at Janine, who was giggling.

“You fucking bitch. I wish you never learned to make me do that. I fucking hate you,” Laura said jokingly between deep breaths.

“No you don't. You love it and you love me,” Janine answered as she sat on her heels next to Laura and began softy caressing the woman's voluptuous body. Janine loved her shapely friend's body. She wasn’t big, just curvy and womanly. Janine sometimes wished she had curves like her friend, but Laura always assured her that she considered Janine’s tight, athletic body just about perfect.

“You know how sexy you look with my juice all over you?” Laura asked, reaching out and spreading the watery liquid over Janine's big breasts. Janine looked down. She was indeed covered in the stuff. “Why don't you come up her and clean it up, Inez?” Janine teased, calling Laura by her maid's name. Laura scrambled to her knees, quicker than Janine could have imagined. Janine squealed as Laura tackled her, both of them landing in the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, laughing. Laura began lapping at Janine’s big, fake tits as Janine giggled and squirmed.

After a few moments they settled down and began making out, kissing deeply, exploring one another with their hands, their legs entwining. Janine felt Laura's wetness that soaked the pillows here and there and the room smelled faintly of Laura's pussy. Janine shivered, the odor intensely erotic. After a moment, Laura lifted her head and asked, “Do I get to see what the big cock feels like, or what?”

Janine sneered and answered, “Or what!” Laura grabbed a nipple, tweaked it hard and Janine screamed.

“Brat! Get down here and fuck me,” Laura teased and crawled to the middle of the bed and sat facing Janine. Janine grinned as she rubbed her nipple to make it stop hurting and joined her friend. They sat face to face, their legs intertwined and Laura handed the double dildo to Janine.

Without a word, Janine spit on the end and rubbed her saliva around the head of the dildo. Janine then rubbed it against Laura's pussy. Laura was plenty wet enough, but Janine just wanted to be sure. Laura was leaning back on her outstretched arms and watching Janine. She felt Laura's eyes on her and smiled to herself as she began to work the dildo between her friend’s slippery folds.

Laura was so wet it only took a moment before the dildo was deep inside her pussy. Janine fucked Laura with the dildo for a moment and Laura moaned and said, “That feels so good, but it'll feel so much better with you on the other end.”

Janine looked at Laura and bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure why, but Laura’s words made her feel so sexy. Janine bent the dildo, slipped it into her pussy and then scooted closer to Laura, leaving just enough exposed to grab and slide the dildo back and forth a few inches. Even then, Janine was stuffed full of the black cock. She could see Laura’s pussy stretched around the fat shaft. It was fucking bigger than it looked, but it felt wonderful.

Janine grabbed the thick toy and began sliding it back and forth, first into Laura, then into herself. Laura moaned and reached out and stroked Janine's tight belly. Janine looked up, stroking slightly faster, and found Laura's eyes. Laura swallowed and said, “I love you, Janine.”

“I love you too, baby,” Janine replied. Janine wasn't sure when she fell in love with Laura, but she had. At first it was just sex, just a way to feel wanted and seek sexual release. However, somewhere along the way, Janine and Laura fell in love. Seventeen months from now, they would leave and be together for real. Neither woman wanted their family homes in the impending divorces. They didn't want the maids, the fancy cars or the pools. They just wanted each other.

The steady thrusting of the toy was beginning to drive Janine towards orgasm. Laura was getting close too, Janine could tell. Janine increased the speed of the thrusting and then Laura came, moaning and writhing. Janine watched as her own orgasm took her. Janine sighed deeply and then moaned. Laura was humping the dildo and Janine let go of the toy, slid forward and soon, the entire dildo was swallowed and their wet pussies rubbed together.

Janine leaned back on her arms and came again. These were slower, deeper orgasms. No wild screaming or squirming, just deep, satisfying pleasure. Janine thought Laura came again, but it was hard to tell. Both women were moaning, sighing and whimpering as they shared the big dildo. For many long minutes, they fucked the dildo and each other. Though she loved fucking Laura, Janine wasn't sure how long she could do it. The orgasms were intense and sapping her strength.

However, just when Janine was ready to give up, Laura was there. Janine leaned forward and Laura pulled her close, her hand on the back of Janine's neck their foreheads meeting. Janine placed a hand on each of Laura's shoulders. Laura was slick with perspiration, and Janine realized she was too. Both women continued to sigh and moan. Janine's orgasms were indistinguishable from each other. It was just a steady ebb and flow of burning pleasure.

“C'mon, honey, you can do it,” Laura whispered. Janine knew what she meant, but she wasn't sure. She was spent, but still she tried. Laura kissed her and Janine pulled her tight and kissed her back. They kissed passionately and Janine felt herself losing control. She sobbed and then cried. The pleasure was amazing, deep and emotional. Janine couldn't contain it anymore.

Laura was soon sobbing along with Janine. The women cried and came and kissed. They shared the raw emotion, but for how long Janine wasn't sure. She realized at some point that she was no longer humping the dildo or coming. She cupped Laura's face and held it. Laura smiled back and Janine laughed her emotions raw. Laura joined her as they kissed again and then hugged each other tight. It wasn't always like that, but when it was, it was special and always made Janine sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Laura.

They leaned on each other, embracing and caressing each other until Laura lifted her head and said, “I don't know about you, but if I don't get this giant fucking cock out of me, I'm going to die.”

Janine laughed aloud, even snorting at one point. Laura joined in, but then said, “I mean it, Janine. Move so I can get this cock out of me.” Janine let go of Laura, still laughing, and they extracted the dildo together. Laura took it and flung it across the room. Janine fell back into the pillows and Laura joined her. Janine rolled over and rested her head on Laura's soft breast, her most favorite pillow of all. Laura embraced Janine. The room still smelled faintly of Laura. Janine loved Mondays, but she couldn't wait until she could be with Laura every day of the week.

Megan knew she'd been driving too fast. She never thought they had cops set up as speed traps in this neighborhood. Or at this time of night, either.

And there were good reasons she'd been driving too fast. This was just a fast car; nothing she could do about it. Besides, she was trying to get home before it was even later, or her husband Frederico would be pissed. He was sixty years old, and he traveled all the time on business. Over the past year, she'd started thinking he was actually a drug dealer. Whatever. He was home tonight. She'd told him she was doing volunteer work with the homeless. More like volunteer work with the horny, ha.

When she got married to a much older, rich man, her mother had said, "Megan, you're just going to be a trophy wife." Then, Megan had thought that was a good thing. That was the only career plan she'd ever had. Now she saw it had a downside, after all. Frederico was never around. And he just didn't want to fuck as often as she did. Which was all the time. What was she supposed to do?

What she did was find Sean. It would never do for Frederico to find out about him. Just thinking about Sean, Megan felt a little wet jolt in her pussy. Even though she'd just spent the evening fucking him. She was almost ready to turn around and do it all over again.

He was so hot. Six feet of rapacious muscle and searing flesh and thick, hard cock. He liked to eat her pussy more than any man she'd ever met. He was crazy for it. Any time they were sitting around having a drink in his little apartment, he'd somehow get himself into a position on the floor with his head between her legs up her skirt.

But Sean had his downside, too. He was more than ten years older than she was. He'd lied about his age when they met. He was really thirty-two. And he had a wife and a baby. The little apartment was just his fuck pad.

So Megan pretty much thought he was a shit, actually, no matter how hard his dick got. Obviously, she hadn't known about his family when she started fucking him. She went there tonight because she was breaking up with him. Nobody could blame her for one final fuck, could they? Tonight she'd ridden him like a carousel horse, grinding his cock as deep as she could into her.

Maybe they didn't have to do it twice. She felt a little bit guilty about the second time. But who knew when she'd get the chance with anybody again, she thought as she was showering. She was only twenty-one, and even though she was beautiful and rich, she was frustrated and lonely.

So that's partly why she was driving too fast. And now there were cop car lights flashing in her rear-view mirror.

Megan didn't see how she had a choice. Sure, she could probably outrun them, but they had her plate number, now. She pulled over and flicked her long silky hair off her face. When the cops got out of their car, one stood behind Megan's R8 Spyder, shining a bright light through the rear windshield. The one who came to the window was tall. He had a flat belly under his khaki uniform, and a big gun. Megan couldn’t see much more of him than that, because he was standing up beside the car.

He shone his flashlight into the car. "Keep your hands on the steering wheel, miss." He had a deep voice. He played his flashlight beam over her. Her breasts, straining at the fabric of her red silk tank top. Her long legs under a short leather skirt. She couldn't see any of him now, not even his flat khaki belly and his gun. The light was too close, glaring in her eyes. She felt as though she was on a stage, under a spotlight.

He played his flashlight over the rest of her again. "Would you get out of the car, please, miss?" Megan got out and stood beside her car. She still couldn't see him very well. Just his silhouette. Wide shoulders. Slim hips. Long legs.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" he demanded. He kept running his flashlight over her. He gave her a number that seemed really high. But maybe she really had been going that fast. It was a fast car. She shrugged.

His partner came over to where they were standing. She couldn't see him, either, because he had a flashlight, too.

He said, "I ran the plates. She gets a lot of speeding tickets. She's got five points."

"I'm a fast girl," said Megan.

The cop said, "You won't be for any longer. That's all your points gone. I can't even let you drive home tonight." He walked over to Megan's car and took the keys out of the ignition.

"No!" Megan's heart plummeted. If she couldn't drive, what would she do all day? No malls, no beaches, no restaurants, no driving around to anywhere to hang out. She might as well not even be alive.

"No," she said again. "There must be something I could do." The first cop played his flashlight up and down her body. She smiled at him. Not that she could see him. She thought she had a pretty good idea of what she could do.

"Take off your clothes," he said. That was pretty much what she'd had in mind.

"Here? By the side of the road?" There was no way Megan was doing that.

The cop said, "Up to you." He started to walk back to his car. With her keys! His partner turned to follow him.

What was she going to do? She needed her car. And Frederico would never give her enough money for a car and driver. She didn't want a car and driver, anyway. She loved her car. It wouldn't be the end of the world if she had to suck off these two cops.

Or whatever it was they wanted her to do. Whatever they looked like. "Wait," Megan said.

They both turned around. She wished she could see them. She reached for the hem of her top and took it off. She stood there in her bra. The second cop said, "Fuck," and cleared his throat. A car sped by them on the road. The first cop said, "Okay. We can't do this here. What if a driver saw you half-naked out here and crashed?" He talked like that would be Megan's fault, but now wasn't the time to argue with him.

The second cop said, "We'll get back into the cruiser and go up a side road."

"Take my Spyder," said Megan. Both of the cops started grinning like it was Christmas. "You can drive."

In the car, Megan sat on the second cop's lap. She was still wearing only her bra on top. She found out that the driver's name was Kyle and the other cop's name was Tim. She could see them better now. They were both young and muscular. Not much older than her. Pretty fine, really. Kyle put the car in gear and pulled away. "Fuck," he breathed. He sat with his gaze fixed on the road. She couldn't see much of his face but his square jaw. She could see his lap, though, and it looked as though he had something for her there. Unless it was the car doing that to him. It was a pretty nice car.

Tim, the one who wasn't driving, reached over and insinuated the tips of his fingers under the edge of her black bra. When his fingers reached her nipple, she gasped. He grew more insistent, and pushed back the cup of her bra. He bent his head and sucked on her nipple, sending waves of desire from her tits down to her pussy. Seeing her arousal, Tim pushed the other cup of her bra down, and sucked at the other nipple.

The car was hurtling down the road. Kyle had all his attention on driving, because they were driving so fast. Megan loved catching brief glimpses of red taillights as they overtook and tore past other cars. Like the other cars were standing still, thought Megan, raising herself up higher to see more. She saw a momentary flash of a face, startled by the brief sight of her mostly naked tits in the window of a two hundred thousand dollar sports car.

Tim licked all over the underside of her tits and sucked at her nipples. She felt electrifying little pulses moving down to her pussy. Even though she'd fucked Sean twice tonight already, she wanted more.

She sank to the floor of the car. She had the sensation of being just inches off the road, hurtling down the highway at who-knows-what speed. She moaned with pleasure and reached for Tim's dick. It felt like a rock, only cloth-covered. She unzipped his fly and stuck her hand though the opening. Her hand found hot, hot skin covering hard, hard flesh. She took his cock out of his pants and kept stroking it.

The vibrations of the floor of the car made her ass and her pussy tingle. She wished he could reach some aching part of her. She really wished he could reach it with his thick hard cock. Megan moved her head toward his cock and put her lips over the head. She licked a drop of moisture from the tip, and flicked her tongue over the seam on the underside. Then she started to suck it in earnest, her head bobbing up and down. He groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, yeah! Suck it!"

The car swerved a little bit and then the tires grabbed the road again. Kyle said, "This is no good. I want a piece of this, too." Megan's head was still bobbing up and down on Tim's cock. She was aware of the change in sound and speed, and in the vibrations under her ass. The car must have left the highway and turned up an exit ramp, she thought. Soon they came to a stop. There was a golf course on the other side of a fence.

She'd always wanted to do it with two guys at the same time. But she hadn't had the chance before. You'd think she would have found two guys that were interested before now. Lots were interested in doing it with Megan and another girl. She didn't mind doing that. Frederico liked to watch her with other guys sometimes. But most guys just didn't want to be in a position where they'd have another guy's hard dick to compare themselves to. Unless they were really interested in seeing the other guy's hard dick. And then not so much interested in Megan.

She lifted her head from Tim's cock. It stood there, wet with saliva. This was turning out to be a pretty good night. She felt some uneasiness about what Frederico would think about how extremely late she was going to be. But she pushed that worry down in her mind.

Megan got up off the floor and sat on Tim's lap. "Put the top down," she said to Kyle. Her head would bang against the roof of the car if she tried to sit on their dicks in here.

Tim undid her bra. She shrugged it off. Kyle said, "Those real?"

Before Megan could say anything, Tim said, "Fuck, yeah, they're real. Just feel them." He was rubbing and playing with Megan's tits.

Kyle took the one nearest him and squeezed it. He pinched her nipple. She squirmed around a bit on Tim's thigh. This was driving her crazy. She was so wet, and her pussy throbbed with desire. She reached for Kyle's zipper, turning away from Tim. She was so fucking lucky! This was the third hard cock she'd have in her hands tonight.

She took his cock out. She was mesmerized. It was enormous. Maybe the biggest one she'd ever seen. Thick and red and hot as flames. When Megan put her hand on it, it twitched so hard it sprang away from her.

Tim's dick was still standing there, and she closed her hand around it again. Now she had one man's cock in each hand. She closed her eyes. She could hardly believe how exciting this feeling was. She'd never had two men's cocks in her hands at the same time. Both were as hard as iron. They were thrusting as hard as they could into Megan's hands. For the moment. She couldn't wait till they were thrusting hard into something else.

Megan thought of how different their cocks would feel fucking her. The thought aroused her more, and she flushed. Fuck, she couldn't wait. After the workover she'd had from Sean earlier, she looked forward to the exhausted, used feeling she'd have after two more cocks had filled her pussy. They'd stretch her wide open.

Kyle's hand moved down to her leg. He thrust two fingers under the edge of her stocking. His thumb rubbed her shaved pussy through her silk g-string. She bent her leg and lifted it over the gearshift toward Kyle. She leaned back against Tim, who was still playing with her breast. She spread her legs. Kyle moved the little scrap of transparent, soaked fabric aside. He put two fingers into her. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "So hot and tight."

She slipped off her useless wet knickers. She threw them over the edge of the car. "Shit, I'll never find those again in the dark. Oh, well." That would be a little treat for somebody tomorrow. Now she was naked except for the skirt bunched up around her waist. She was a little treat for these cops right now.

And both of them were focused on her naked wet cunt. She was burning with lust. Her pussy was so wet, and hot to the touch. Kyle thrust his fingers into her again, and moved them in and out. Tim rubbed her clit. She'd done a lot of dirty things in her life. Doing dirty things for Frederico was how she got this terrific car. But she'd never done anything as bad as this. Mostly naked, sitting in the passenger seat of her car while two gorgeous cops played with her pussy.

She wanted one of them-both of them-to fuck her. She wondered what it would be like to have them fuck her at once, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Her pussy clenched at the thought, sending a little thrill through her. She thought that kind of double-teaming wouldn't be easy in a teensy sports car like this. They'd have to take turns. That thought made her pussy clench, too. She was just a dirty girl. She never got enough.

"Hey," said Tim. "Finish what you started."

Megan moved from his lap. She slid down between his legs onto the floor again. She opened her mouth and fit it round the fat head of his cock. She sucked it and ran her lips over the ridge. At the same time she cupped his big shaved balls in her hand. While she played with his balls, she took his whole cock deeper into her mouth. She moved her head up and down. "Oh, yeah," he said. He grabbed her head and forced it down further, forcing his cock further into her throat. She choked and spluttered.

When he was in her mouth as deep as he could get, he held on to the sides of her head, fucking her face. She still gagged on his cock once in a while. She was still holding his balls and she felt them get tighter and harder and hotter. He said, "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm going to come in about twenty seconds; this feels so fucking good."

He thrust harder and harder. His cock started to convulse. Jet after jet of hot thick jizz spurted into her mouth. It overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin. His cock kept on pulsing and throbbing, shooting more come into her mouth. The pulses were slower now, and she felt as though she could breathe again.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Oh, fuck."

Megan lifted her head from Tim's depleted cock. She smiled up at Kyle in the driver's seat. Her lips were still wet with Tim's come.

Kyle held out his arms and said, "Come on, then." Megan stood up and wiped her mouth. He helped her over the seats to the back of the car. He guided her to a position where she was bent over the back of the car onto the trunk.

Almost immediately, she felt his monster cock battering at the entrance of her pussy, pushing at her slippery lips. At last the tip slipped into her wet hole. He groaned loudly, "Oh, fuck."

He pushed it in bit by bit. Megan felt split in half down the middle. He was still easing his cock into her with short sharp strokes. She felt him slide the head into her. She felt stretched by just the few inches he had in her, and wondered if the whole thing would even fit.

"Oh, fuck, so tight and hot." He sounded as though he was climbing a mountain, instead of pushing his big weapon of a cock into her tight little pussy. "It's like a hot little virgin cunt." She couldn't believe he said that. It seemed like an awfully a long time since she'd been a virgin. She sure as fuck wouldn't be this good at it if she were still a virgin.

He was driving into her fully now. He stroked in and out, using every inch he had, filling her up, stretching her, giving her tickly little thrills though her thighs and her pussy and her ass. She looked around again. Kyle was watching his cock disappear into her. His eyes were riveted to the sight of his huge dick plunging in and out of her tight pussy.

"Oh, yeah. Ram that thing into me."

He fucked her faster and harder. Her tits were pressed against the cold metal of the trunk of the car. Her pussy was so hot she thought it would burst into flames from the slippery friction of his cock pounding her. "Hot little bitch. Is this how you got that car?"

"Pretty much," Megan said, before she could think better of it. He laughed. She didn't care. Every second was full of sensation. The cold metal, the leather of the seats, Kyle's hot flesh against hers, his searing cock hammering into her. "Woo-hoo!" She slapped her open palms on the trunk of the car. "This is so — fucking — great!"

"Yeah!" Kyle shouted as he pounded into her. Both of them were fucking with every bit of strength in them. Megan loved to feel pounded and bruised. She felt the beginnings of tiny little tremors. Shivers up the back of her thighs. Her toes curled.

"Oh, yeah. Come all over my cock, bitch."

Her pussy, her whole fucking body, throbbed with wave after wave of pleasure. Her cunt clenched onto his cock, squeezing it in spasms. "Oh, fuck!" It went on and on, the surges of sensation like pyrotechnic flashes.

The feeling of her orgasm got to Kyle. He groaned, "Oh, fuck." His cock started convulsing and jerking. He thrust in to her with each pulse, and groaned. Spurts and jets of hot come hit against the walls of her pussy. He collapsed on her.

In a little while, Megan got out of the car and opened the boot. She put on some clothes she kept there. Some lace knickers, a red bra. She took out a pair of jeans and a tank top. "Is it illegal to drive barefoot?" she asked Kyle.

"I don't know. I'd probably pull you over anyway."

"I'll keep it in mind." She smiled.

She drove the cops back to their cruiser. She'd have to remember to drive too fast along this stretch of highway again.

The first time I realized that daddy wanted to fuck me was almost a month ago, I was getting ready to go to the mall with my friends. I dropped my earring and it rolled under the couch. I was wearing a little flippy plaid skirt and a black thong, and was on my hands and knees, digging under the couch for it.

“Whatcha doin Pumpkin?” Daddy stood in the door watching me. I squirmed around, trying to force my short arm farther under the tight space. “I dropped my earring and I can’t reach it.”

I heard his footsteps crossing the floor and then he was kneeling behind me, his stomach and chest pressed against my back as he tried to look under the sofa too. I didn’t think much about it just then, of course looking back I can see that he would have had a better view if he’d knelt beside me, not directly behind me. He pushed his arm under the sofa and felt around, at the same time I could feel the growing bulge of his cock as his crotch rubbed against my ass cheeks.

He held my hip with one hand while he pressed tighter against me, when he finally snagged my earring he took his time moving away, then he helped me up and gave me a hug.

Ever since then all I could think of was having daddy fucking me. He’s not my real father, my real father died when I was seven. Mom married Hank when I was ten, I’m eighteen now and I’ve always thought of him as my daddy, until now. Now I find myself thinking of him as a man. He’s taller than I am, which isn’t saying much I guess since I’m only five three. He works out so he’s muscular, his hair is dark brown and his eyes are a shade lighter brown.

Ever since that earring incident I’ve being trying to catch his eye. I knew he and mom weren’t getting it on anymore, they even slept in different rooms. I didn’t know exactly why, I never heard them fighting. Then again I never really tried to listen either.

Now, as I lay in bed I thought about him, about his hands massaging my tits, his cock thrusting into me, I knew it was time to make a move. I was sure if I didn’t get him to fuck me soon I would explode from wanting him. Just thinking about it made my pussy wet and aching. I tugged on my nipples as I pictured his mouth sucking on them, my pussy was soaking wet and I fingered myself while watching the clock but then I stopped before I actually came. I didn’t want to cum alone.

When it was a little past midnight and I knew mom was sound asleep I slid out of bed and crept down the stairs. The living room was dark and empty but there was light coming from under Hanks bedroom door. It used to be his home office until him and mom stopped sharing a room, then he moved all of his stuff down here turned it into a bedroom.

I listened but didn’t hear anything for a long minute, then I heard the squeak of his office chair. I knew the room layout, he was sitting in the chair in front of the computer. I took a deep breath and knocked softly, just a light tapping on the door.

I heard the chair squeaking and I tweaked my nipples quickly, making them stand out in hard points, pushing out the fabric of the tank top I was wearing. My only other article of clothing, if you could call it that, was a black lace thong. I waited, nearly holding my breath and finally he called out “come in.”

I pushed the door open and put on my best, scared, groggy little girl face and stepped into his room, making sure to close the door behind me. He was sitting back in his chair, he was shirtless and wearing loose fitting sweat pants. I could still see the bulge of his cock and felt my pussy growing wetter. I wondered if he’d been watching porn.

I rubbed my eyes and shuffled over to him, pretending I wasn’t fully awake. My heart was thumping so loudly I wondered if he could hear it. He sat forward and looked at me quizzically “what’s wrong Candy?”

I paused in front of him, then slid my arms around his neck and insinuated myself on his lap. “I had a bad dream daddy.”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me, stroking one big hand across my back. I nuzzled my face against the side of his neck and wiggled on his lap, making myself comfortable and making sure the ridge of his cock was nestled into the crack of my ass. Hank shifted around and tried to reposition me but I tightened my hold on his neck and pressed my lips to the skin just below his ear.

I felt his whole body shiver and kissed the spot again, then moved my lips lower and started kissing the line of his jaw. He settled one hand on my knee and slowly stroked it up to my thigh. I nibbled on the corner of his mouth and he drew back and stared at me. “Candy, we can’t do this, go back to bed.”

I tightened my hold on him and pouted. “I don’t want to daddy, I had a bad dream and I want to stay here with you.” I let my fingers trail down his chest, teasing with my nails until I hit the patch of hair just below his navel, then boldly I dipped my fingers into the waistband of his sweat pants.

“Candy…” He moaned as my fingers found the tip of his cock and stroked. “Candy there’s only so much tempting a man can take.”

I smiled and nuzzled my lips against his. “I know. I don’t want you to hold back, I want you to fuck me daddy.” I pressed my lips against his then and his tongue thrust into my mouth, invading, exploring, tasting me. I shifted on his lap and slid my hand more into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and stroking along the length of his cock. My thumb teased over the little opening at the tip, spreading around the drops of pre-cum that leaked out.

His hand caressed my thigh and slid around to cup my ass, his fingers tugged at my thong and slid along my cunt lips. I could feel how wet his fingers were as he dipped between my folds and circled my clit. I pushed against his hand and tightened my fingers around the base of his cock. I was moaning but I couldn’t help myself, it felt so good to finally have my fantasy become reality.

After a few minutes of stroking he stood and set me on my feet, pushing against my shoulders as I tried to snuggle up against him. “Candy, we shouldn’t…”

“But we should! There’s no reason not to. I want you, I need you Hank.”

He drug one hand through his hair and I bit my lip, worried that he would really send me away. I reached down and hooked my fingers under the edge of my top and pulled it up, tossing it away so that I stood before him in nothing but a little lacy black thong.

“Candy, I’m married to your mother.”

“Yes, but you sleep in separate rooms, and I know you’re not having sex anymore.” I stepped close to him and pressed my tits against him. The light patch of hair on his chest tickled my nipples and I moaned and reached for his crotch, caressing his cock through his pants. I rubbed my tits back and forth across his chest and he pulled me tighter to him, holding me like that as his hands roamed up and down across my back. He cupped my firm ass cheeks and ground his crotch into mine, I knew he was giving in and I whispered “please fuck me daddy.”

He lost it then and lifted me up and laid me back across his bed, his weight pressed me down into the mattress and his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily, his mouth devouring mine as his fingers tugged at my thong, finally snapping the thin straps. My hands were busy pushing his sweat pants down. He stood then and skimmed them down his legs and stepped out of them.

I laid there and marveled at his body, he had more hair than the boys I’d been with. Hair on his chest, on his legs and at his groin. His cock jutted out and bobbed as he lowered to his knees. My heart beat faster as his hands settled on my knees and he pressed them apart, the scrape of his stubble along the inside of my thigh made me jump.

I felt his hot breath blow across my pussy lips and the muscles in my stomach clenched with anticipation. The first rasp of his tongue across my outer lips sent a shock through my body, then his fingers were spreading my pussy and his tongue flicked across my clit. I nearly shot off the bed and clutched his head, holding on while he lapped my pussy like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream.

My hips bucked up and his tongue stabbed into my hole, dipping and out until my head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Each swipe of his tongue over my clit made my whole body shake. “Oh yes, daddy eat my pussy, it feels so good!”

He sucked on my clit until my pussy clenched and I couldn’t hold back. “God I’m cumming daddy I’m cumming, don’t stop daddy please don’t stop!”

Daddy ate my cunt until I came then he slid his body up along mine, gripping my legs under my knees and pulling them up as his thick cock prodded at my dripping wet hole. I clutched his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin as he rocked his hips, filling my cunt an inch at a time with his hard dick.

“Oh damn Pumpkin your pussy feels so good, so nice and tight and hot.”

He was fully inside of me and I could feel his cock throbbing, he was so much bigger than any other guy I’d been with. I held on tightly to him as he held still, enjoying the feel of my tight young cunt enveloping his meat. Finally he started moving, his hips pumped, sending his cock sliding in and out of me. My back arched, sending his length deeper and soon he was fucking me with a steady rhythm.

“Mmm so nice Candy, that’s right fuck, your daddy baby.”

His words drove me crazy and I bucked up, meeting each of his thrusts. His balls were slapping against my upturned ass and the hair at the base of his dick tickled my shaved cunt lips. My body was covered with a sheen of sweat and my breathing was ragged. I was so light headed from passion I could hardly think. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass, pulling him in tight to me. “Fuck me daddy!” I cried out as I came, my pussy clenched tight around his cock and my body arched, every muscle drawn tight as he pounded away at my dripping slit.

“That’s right baby, cum for daddy. Sweet sugar Candy cum for daddy.”

He was driving into me over and over and finally his cock grew harder and even bigger inside of my cunt and suddenly I could feel his hot bursts of cum filling my hole. He collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock pulling out of me and his hot sticky cum was dripping down the crack of my ass.

When he finally rolled off of me I was too tired to move. He stretched out beside me and pulled the covers up over us both, then he slid one arm under me and pulled me tighter against his side. “You need to be back in your room before your mother wakes up.” He kissed me lightly but I was too tired to do more than nod. As I drifted off all I could think about was how soon could I get daddy to fuck me again?

“Hey Lindsay, how’s it going?”

I looked up from the couch where I was watching television, to see my brother standing in the doorway.

“Hi Zack, I wasn’t expecting you home this early.”

I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. My brother had just come home from college this past weekend, and before that I hadn’t seen him in over five months. It was nice to see his smiling face again.

“Yeah, Billy had to work, and all my other friends are busy.”

Not only did I miss having him around, I also missed checking out his fantastic body. He went to college on a swimming scholarship, and had the physique to match. Tall and lean, his body was muscular with broad shoulders, but not over the top like a body-builder. Add to that his tousled blonde hair and friendly smile, and he was definitely easy on the eyes. The girls certainly kept him busy his last two years of high school, and I was looking forward to finding out how his social life fared in his freshman year of college.

I wanted to know not only because I was curious about him, but also because I was starting college in the fall, and wanted to know what was ahead of me. Being eighteen and a cheerleader, I had plenty of boys interested in me, but I was looking forward to meeting some older guys at college.

“No old girlfriends to hook up with?” I asked with a grin.

He smiled. “A few have called me, but none were free tonight.”

We had only been brother and sister for three years. Our parents met and got married when we were both in high school — me a freshman and him a sophomore. When he and his mom moved in with me and my dad, it took some getting used to, but I enjoyed watching him grow from a gangly teenager into a handsome young man.

“So it’s just you and me tonight, huh?” I said.

“Yeah, I guess so. Mom and Dad aren’t home?”

I shook my head. “They’re having dinner at Dad’s boss’s house, and they told me they’d be out late.”

He nodded. “That’s cool. You want to watch a movie later?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“I’m going up to my room to relax for a bit, then I’ll be back down. Ok?”

I felt the flutters return to my stomach. I knew what he meant by ‘relax for a bit’, and my pussy twitched warmly as it began to moisten.

“That works for me,” I said, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. “I might rest some myself.”

“Cool. I’ll see you in a little while.” He turned and walked to the stairs, and I watched his sweet ass as he went up.

After a few minutes, I turned off the TV and went up to my room, the buzz of anticipation still churning in my tummy.

One of the perks of living in this house before my brother moved in, was knowing all of its secrets. For example, I knew how to climb the stairs and miss every one of the creaking floorboards.

Another one of the house’s secrets was right in my bedroom closet. My brother’s bedroom was right next to mine, and our closets shared a back wall. But for some reason — I never could figure out if it was intentional — that back wall didn’t reach all the way to the top. There was about a four-inch gap between the top of the wood and the ceiling. Because the wood was a dark maple, this gap was practically invisible.

I had noticed it when I was twelve, but that was back when my Dad and I were living alone, so there was no one using the bedroom next to mine. By the time Zack moved in, I’d forgotten all about it. But one day two years ago I was hanging up some clothes, and I happened to glance up. I stared at the dark line for a moment, forgetting what it was. But then my eyes opened wide as I recalled the gap, and I realize what it meant.

There were a few boxes of books at the bottom of my closet, so I stacked them into a precarious pile and climbed up. The top of my head brushed against the ceiling, and the tip of my nose was right at the top of the wall. Perfect. I could see directly into my brother’s room.

I anxiously waited for my brother to return home from swimming practice. After what seemed like hours, but was only twenty minutes, I heard him come in downstairs. After talking to Mom briefly, he came up to his room. I was already in place, and I watched with wide eyes as he came in and lay on his bed. He grabbed his ipod from his bedside table and put on the headphones.

I thought that's all he was going to do, but five minutes later, he sat up and took the headphones off. He stood and began unbuttoning his jeans, and my breath caught in my throat.

His back was to me, and after he pulled down his zipper, his thumbs hooked into the waistbands of his jeans and boxers, and pushed them down. I almost gasped as his naked ass came into view. It was perfect, just as I imagined it would be.

He stepped out of his pants, and with his back still to me, walked to his dresser. Opening the middle drawer, he reached under the folded shirts to the back, and pulled something out. Turning around, he went back to the bed and tossed the item onto the blanket.

I paid no attention to it, because my eyes were focused on his cock. I stared at it, unable to think. It was huge. It wasn’t even hard, and it was huge. It was slightly swollen, and hung down droopily. The head was full and round, slightly bigger than the shaft. I involuntarily licked my lips as I stared at it.

I had already lost my virginity at that time, but I had only been with two boys. Three, if you count Tommy Sanderson, who I sucked off in the woods at camp the previous summer. I had no complaints about their size, but none of them came close to having what my brother had between his legs.

He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, and picked up the object he had retrieved from the drawer. I finally recognized what it was. It was a nudie magazine, and I could read the title. ‘Bald Pussy,’ it said, in big red letters.

He opened it and held it in one hand, as his other hand began to stroke his cock. I felt like I was going to pass out, hyperventilating from the sight in front of me. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. I had heard that all boys did this, but to actually see my brother with his hand around his cock was completely different than thinking he might be doing it.

My pussy oozed its honey into my panties as I watched his cock stiffen and grow. It kept getting bigger and thicker, until finally it arched up solidly, curving slightly upward as it pointed towards the ceiling.

He would occasionally remove his hand so he could turn the page in his magazine, but for the most part he stroked himself as his eyes remained glued on the pictures in front of him. I had never seen him like this, and I stared with fascination at the lust on his face. It reminded me of when I had fucked Brian Wendt in the back seat of his Camaro. As I lay there on his faux leather upholstery with my legs spread in welcome, he lay between them and thrust his cock inside of me, staring down into my eyes with the same expression my brother was currently wearing.

Sometimes when Zach stroked upward, a small drop of clear fluid would drool from the tip. He would move his hand up, and smear this liquid around his cock head, making it slick for his strokes.

I licked my lips again as I recalled the taste of Tommy’s cock in my mouth. He hadn’t lasted long, blasting his warm cream into the back of my throat less than three minutes after I began. But before that I had enjoyed flicking my tongue over the tip of his dick, licking away the delicious pre-cum that oozed from the meaty slit.

Zack’s hand slid tightly over his rigid dick, stretching the skin tightly with each down stroke, then causing it to bunch under the head as his hand moved upwards. I stared raptly, taking it all in with unblinking eyes.

He set the open magazine down on his thigh and gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place as his other hand continued to stroke. His breathing was turning harsh, and his stomach muscles twitched.

The motion of his hand slowed, and I knew he was trying to draw out the pleasure, teasing himself to make it last longer. His cock jutted up hard and proud, looking like it had been carved out of solid stone.

Suddenly, he groaned and twitched. Moving quickly, he snatched a Kleenex from the box on the bedside table, and draped it over the swollen head of his dick, sliding his hand down to hold it around his shaft.

He groaned louder and his hips lifted, and I watched entranced as his cock pulsed and the top of the Kleenex turned dark as his spurting semen squirted against the makeshift enclosure.

My clit pulsed in empathy, and I almost came from just watching my brother’s orgasm. His body twitched and shuddered, and he kept his grunting sounds to a minimum, knowing anyone could be walking past his bedroom door.

Finally, he lay still, breathing deeply as he clutched the now-soaked Kleenex around his dick. After a minute, he came back to life, pulling the Kleenex off and wiping off all the remaining traces of his cum before tossing it into his waste basket.

He put his magazine back, then got dressed and went back downstairs. I climbed down and immediately went to my bed, soothing my suffering clit with my finger until I mimicked my brother’s actions and came with a shuddering climax.

After supper, he went out with his friends, and I snuck into his room. I went to the waste basket, removed the used Kleenex, and took it back to my room. Studying it intently, I ran my fingertips over its soggy wetness and then rubbed them together, feeling the slickness on my skin. I brought it close and sniffed, then flicked my tongue out to taste it. More memories of Tommy returned. I recalled going back to my cabin with that taste in my mouth and smell on my skin, thinking all the other girls had to notice it.

Since that first day, I watched my brother regularly, and saw him jack off many times over the next year and a half, before he went off to college.

So now, I went to my room in nervous anticipation. It had been five months since the last time I'd spied on him, and my pussy was getting wet just from thinking about it.

I climbed up on my trusty boxes, and peeked into my brother’s room. Perfect timing. He was sitting on his bed, with his pants and boxers already off, and holding a magazine. I saw that it was titled ‘Shaved Coeds’, and I grinned seeing that my brother’s tastes hadn’t changed.

As my brother’s cock began to harden in his hand, my own shaved pussy grew wetter and twitched, and the desire to touch myself was overwhelming. When his erection reached full mast, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and pressing my fingers against my pussy through my shorts.

His hand began stroking, and it felt like the good old days, back where we belonged. I normally allowed him to finish before I moved to my bed and touched myself, but having gone five months without seeing him do this, my pussy didn’t want to wait. My fingers moved to the button of my shorts and popped it open, then slid down my zipper.

As I watched my brother’s hand glide up and down his shaft, I pushed my shorts and panties down onto my thighs, giving my fingers room to slip inside my slick cunt.

We moved together, my finger on my clit matching the rhythm of his fist around his dick. An idea occurred to me. Maybe I could time my orgasm so we came at the same time. I had seen him do this so many times before, I was sure I could tell when he was going to come. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? It would almost be like we were having sex with each other.

I focused on his cock as the pleasure in my pussy increased. This was going to be good.

Then he did something odd. He shifted back closer to the headboard, which made him sit up straighter. It was subtle, but since I was so used to his routine, I noticed the difference. Then he set the magazine to the side. That was definitely different. Had he picked up new habits while away at college? I watched with interest as I continued to flick softly at my clit.

His hands slid down around the outsides of his thighs and he seemed to hold them tightly. Left alone, his cock stood straight up, its large smooth head reaching towards the ceiling. I was confused. What was he doing?

Then my eyes opened wide in shock. My brother was bending over, lowering his head, as his hands gripped his thighs more tightly.

No, he couldn’t be doing that!

His head moved lower, directly at his cock, and his mouth opened. My own mouth gaped in astonishment.

I watched, dumbfounded, as Zack’s mouth closed over the head of his dick. His hands pulled upward, and another inch or two slid into his mouth.

I was too stunned to think. Unconsciously, I took a step back. I realized my mistake at the last second, as my foot felt nothing but air. I attempted to step back further, but my shorts around my thighs impeded my motion. I tried to reach for the edge of the wall, but missed, and my balance shifted. The boxes below me tilted, and then toppled, and I went down, falling hard on them, striking my side and bouncing off onto my bedroom floor.

I lay there in a daze, with pain shooting through me. I must have twisted my ankle in the fall, because it was throbbing. My side also hurt from where I had hit the boxes.

“Lindsay!”

It was my brother’s voice, and he was standing just outside my bedroom door. Panic overcame me, and I tried to call out to him, but my voice wouldn’t work.

“Lindsay! You okay?”

“Don’t come in!” I tried to yell, but it came out more like, “Dunkamin!”

I guess he heard the ‘come in’ part just fine, because my bedroom door burst open, and he hurried to me, kneeling at my side. He had put on a pair of his athletic shorts.

He must not have noticed anything at first, because he said, “Lindsay, what happened? Are you okay?”

I just let out a groan, realizing I had been caught. It was only a matter of time before he put it together. I managed to pull my shorts up most of the way.

He picked me up and laid me on my bed, staring down at my face. “Talk to me. What happened? Are you hurt?”

Maybe I could talk my way out of this. I winced and said, “I was putting something away in my closet, and I fell.”

“Are you injured?”

“No, just a little sore.” He was buying it!

Then I watched his eyes travel down my body. He looked at my shorts and panties, which were still open and unbuttoned, revealing the top of my smooth mound. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked back at my face.

“You were putting something away?”

“Um, yeah.”

He looked at my closet, and his eyes lingered over the toppled boxes. I could see the gears in his mind working as his gaze moved upward. He stared at the dark line of the gap for a moment, then back down to the boxes.

He stood.

“Zack?”

He ignored me and walked over to the closet.

“Zack, don’t.”

He stared up at the gap again, then stepped up on the one box that still remained in place. Because of his greater height, this brought his eyes to the level of the gap, and he peered through it.

I grimaced, knowing what was coming.

He turned to me, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then he looked through the gap again. When he turned back this time, his face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. He stepped off the box, and stood at the foot of my bed with his arms folded, glaring at me.

I stared at him with timid eyes, waiting for him to speak first.

“How long have you been doing that?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I’m mad at you. How long?”

“You’ll get madder.”

He took a deep breath. “I won’t get madder. I just want to know.”

“Promise?”

“Lindsay, just tell me.”

“Two years.”

He stared at me. “Two years?”

“Yes.”

“For two years, you’ve been watching me… doing things?”

“Yes.”

I could tell he was fighting to hold his temper.

He took another deep breath and rubbed his forehead, as if he was getting a headache. “Why?”

It wasn’t a question I was expecting. I thought the answer was obvious.

“Because I liked to.”

Despite its obviousness to me, it seemed to surprise him.

“You liked it?”

“Yeah.”

“But what about my privacy?”

“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d find out. And I figured if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t care.”

“What kind of logic is that? What if I was spying on you? How would you feel about that?”

I wanted to tell him I would like that very much, but instead just said, “I don’t know.”

“Come on Lindsay, you know you wouldn’t like it. You would feel like I was invading your privacy, and you’d be right.”

“What about that time you walked into the bathroom when I was getting ready to take a shower?” That had been a good day, and I had masturbated to three orgasms after that incident.

My brother looked flustered. “It’s not the same thing. That was an accident. And I didn’t do it for two years.”

He had a point. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “You’re not sorry. You’re just sorry you got caught. If you hadn’t, you’d still be doing it.”

Another good point. I was losing this debate, so I decided to change the subject.

“Are you gay?”

He stared at me with wide eyes. “What?”

“I saw what you were doing. Are you gay?”

“No, I’m not gay.” The flush had returned to his cheeks, along with his anger.

“Why were you doing that then?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s private. Of course, you wouldn’t understand what that word means.”

“But I don’t understand. How could you do that if you’re not gay?”

He took a deep breath and gave out a resigned sigh. He then moved around to sit on the edge of my bed, looking down at me.

“Lindsay, think of it this way. You touch yourself, right?”

I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. “No, I don’t do that.”

“Lindsay, I just found you with your pants down and your pussy hanging out. Don’t tell me you don’t touch yourself.”

The blush deepened. “Ok, maybe I do.”

“Now, would you ever touch another girl like you touch yourself?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Eww, no way. That’s gross.”

“Why is it gross? Your hand touches your pussy, why can’t it touch someone else’s?”

“Because it belongs to someone else.”

“Exactly.”

“What?”

“It’s the same way with guys. All guys jack off, but that doesn’t mean they want to touch other guys’ cocks.”

I began to see what he was getting at.

“It’s the same with what I was doing,” he continued, “Just because I do that to myself, doesn’t mean I want to do it with other guys.”

I thought it over for a moment, then nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess? Lindsay, you know me. Probably a lot better than I thought you did. You know I’m not gay.”

“You’ve been away for five months.”

He chuckled. “People don’t turn gay in five months.”

“You didn’t do that before.”

“I never thought of it.”

“What made you think of it now?”

“My college roommate.”

“Huh?”

He laughed again. “It’s not what you’re thinking. One time I came out of the shower and my towel slipped off, and he caught sight of my dick. I guess he was impressed, because he said, ‘Holy shit, if my cock was that big I’d never leave the house. I’d just stay home and blow myself all day.’”

“I kinda just laughed it off, but it got me thinking, and the next time I was alone I finally worked up enough courage to give it a try.”

Did it feel good?

“Yeah. Weird at first, but nice. Then afterwards, I felt guilty, but I did it the next time and it felt even better.”

“Does that mean you’ve given up girls?”

“What? No way. Have you given up guys since you’ve learned to masturbate? Nothing feels better than someone else touching you. Touching yourself doesn’t come close.”

I nodded. I could agree with that.

“Do you, um, you know?” I asked.

“What?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Um, do it all the way?”

“Sometimes. And sometimes I get close and finish with my hand.”

I didn’t want to ask the next question, so I was glad when he answered it before I had a chance to.

“And no, I don’t swallow it.”

I smiled. “I do. I like the taste.” As soon as I said it, my cheeks felt hot. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that to my brother.

He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly. “I’m sure the guys you’re with like that.”

“And you know something else?” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Sometimes, when I touch myself, I like to taste it.”

“Taste it?”

“You know, on my fingers. So, I guess we aren’t that much different.”

He smiled again. “I guess not.”

“Zack?”

“Yes, Lindsay?”

“I’m sorry I screwed things up between us. I hope you don’t hate me.”

“Lindsay, I don’t hate you. I’m just angry you invaded my privacy like that.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

He shook his head. “No. Just stop doing it.”

“Ok.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“By the way, how are you feeling? You took a nasty fall there.”

“I’m fine. My side hurts a little, and I twisted my ankle. But I think I hurt my pride more than anything.”

He chuckled. “You were a sight, lying there with your pants down and your cunny in plain sight.”

“Please, don’t remind me.”

He pointed to my right ankle and said, “Is this the one you hurt?”

“Yeah.”

He slid his hand under the heel and lifted my foot, then softly caressed my ankle.

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little, but that feels nice.”

Encouraged, he continued to gently massage my foot. As he touched me, his hand moved over an ever-widening area, until he was up on my calf. My pussy began to warm up again.

Suddenly, an inspired idea came to me.

“Zack?”

“Yes?” He was looking down at where his hand was caressing my leg.

"I just thought of something."

"What's that?"

I kinda do the same thing you do."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you." I sat up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, revealing my white, lace-trimmed bra.

“What are you doing?” he said, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Showing you. I watched you, now it's only fair that you watch me."

I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. It loosened, and I pulled it off, revealing my large, rounded breasts to my brother’s gaze. He stared at them in stunned amazement.

“Lindsay, I don’t think…”

"Just watch," I whispered, and held one of my breasts in my hands, and pulled it up as I leaned my head down. Aligning the nipple between my lips, I sucked gently at it, watching my brother’s eyes the entire time.

His mouth dropped open in shock, and I almost giggled from his expression.

I repeated the actions with my other breast, then lifted my head. "See, we're not that different."

"That was so sexy."

I glanced down and saw that a huge lump had grown at the front of his shorts. “I want to see you," I whispered. "Take your shorts off.”

The indecisiveness in his eyes only lasted a second, and then he stood and pushed down his shorts. As he stepped out of them, I watched that beautiful cock spring free.

He moved up onto the bed, and sat back on his haunches. We stared at each other for a long moment.

I broke the silence. “Zack?”

“Yes?” His voice was breathy.

“Would you do that for me?”

“Do what?”

“What you started to do earlier. With your mouth. I want to see it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

“I have to sit against the headboard.”

I moved out of the way, and my brother moved into position. He scooted backwards, so his back pressed against the headboard. I sat directly in front of him on my knees and bum, watching in anticipation.

His cock stood straight up, with a small line of pre-cum running from the slit in the large, swollen head. He gripped his thighs again and leaned over, lowering his head.

I watched raptly as his mouth approached his cock. Despite his size, he still had to stretch to reach it. My pussy twisted and clenched in pleasure as his lips closed around the very tip of his dick.

Pulling his hands tighter, his cock began to slide deeper, until the thick ridge popped past his tight lips.

I groaned softly, not believing the sight in front of my eyes.

He allowed himself a moment to become accustomed to this position, then pressed his head down harder. One inch of shaft, then another, slid into his mouth. He held again.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I whispered. I leaned forward, bringing my face less than a foot from his dick, getting a close-up view of my brother blowing himself.

His head rose, and his lips slid back to the tip. The part of his cock that had been in his mouth now gleamed with his saliva, and the head seemed like it had swollen even larger.

I moaned again when I saw his tongue flick out at the slitted hole, licking away a drop of fluid that had gathered there. Then his lips were sliding back down, gripping tightly around his shaft, taking his dick even deeper. He began to rock slowly, and his cock slid in and out of his mouth.

I had no intention of joining in, but my hand had a mind of its own, and reached out and slid under his balls, cupping them gently. He groaned from the sensation, and I began to massage them slowly.

He continued to suck himself, occasionally stopping the up and down motion to lick at the head. His lips reached a little lower on each down stroke, but he finally reached the limit about halfway down the shaft, unable to reach any further. I stared at that neglected half of his cock, wondering if I had the courage to do what I was thinking of.

I leaned in closer and kissed him, right at the base of his shaft, just where the skin began to loosen and become his ball sack. My tongue flicked out and I tasted his skin, reveling in the musky maleness of it.

Lifting his balls, I sucked at each one in turn, gently drawing it into the warmth of my mouth. Turning them back over to my hand, I kissed and licked slowly up his shaft.

He pressed deep and held there, and my lips found his, kissing him and darting my tongue along where his lips stretched tightly around his swollen cockflesh.

He groaned from the sensation, and began to lift his head, causing his lips to slide up his shaft. I followed with him, licking over the newly exposed skin, tasting the mixture of his spit and leaking pre-cum.

When we reached the head, our tongues met as we both licked over the spongy knob, searching for any remaining traces of his juices. I speared the tip of my tongue into his cock slit, as his tongue danced around my lips.

Tightening my lips, I pressed down on him, taking his thick cock into my mouth. Its bumpy underside slid over my tongue and my lips stretched wide. I kept pressing down until the head lodged into the back of my throat. I had gotten it in farther than he had, but there were still several inches left at the base of his cock. I began to bob my head, sucking him tightly as my lips rode up and down his dick.

He groaned and nuzzled into my hair, kissing my cheek and ear.

After several moments, I slid my mouth off and held his cock in my hand, aiming at his mouth. He leaned back down and took over, and I returned to the bottom, licking and sucking at the base of his cock.

I had never been hornier in my life. What we were doing, and the fact I was doing it with my brother, combined to make my cunt pulse with wet desire.

We switched off again, and I sucked him deep, wishing I could take him all the way in. My throat made wet choking sounds, but I still pressed down hard as my lips strained to go lower.

His breaths were getting short and quick, and I knew he was getting close. Removing my mouth from him, I once again turned his cock over to his own lips. This time, I gripped his shaft down low, and as his head bobbed up and down, my fist followed it, stroking up and then down, matching his rhythm.

A low groan began in his throat and he picked up speed, driving his face down on his jutting cock, his lips making wet slurping sounds.

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered. “I want to watch.”

His groans rose in pitch, and I could see the muscles of his legs cording, as his body twitched in anticipation of his orgasm. His eyes were closed in concentration as his mouth rode up and down his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” I said, combing my hand through his hair, “Your sister wants to share your cum.”

I wasn’t sure if my words put him over the edge, or he was ready anyway, but he let out a loud grunt and a shudder went through him. His mouth pressed down, and his cock pulsed in my hand as the first jet of sperm surged up his shaft and into his mouth.

His groans continued and his muscles spasmed, but he kept his mouth locked around his cock as more bolts of warm cum jetted up and into his mouth. He breathed harshly through his nose as his lips fought to maintain the seal. But finally, I saw a thin line of white escape from the edge of his lips, and I quickly leaned down and licked at it with my tongue.

More cum escaped, and I worked desperately to capture it all, licking and lapping around his lips. His orgasm ebbed, and he slid his lips off his quivering cock. I followed him up, and as soon as his mouth was clear, I kissed him hard. He straightened his back, and I climbed up on to his lap, keeping the kiss intact.

I pried at his lips with my tongue, and he finally opened them, allowing his seed to spill from his mouth into mine. I opened my mouth and took all of it, loving the feel of the warm cream on my tongue. I swallowed a big gulp, but it continued to pour from his mouth, and I kept swallowing until it was done. Then I pressed into him, my tongue invading his mouth, searching for any remaining traces of his seed.

We kissed for several minutes, then, finally, I pulled back.

“Oh god, that was so fucking hot,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

He smiled. "I never knew this sexual creature was living in the room next to me.”

I grinned and laid my head on his shoulder. But our rest was short-lived, as we were both startled by the sound of our garage door opening.

He leapt off of me, snatched up his clothes, and ran back to his room. I wiped my face on my sheets, threw on my pajamas, and went downstairs to greet my parents.

Mom looked closely at me, and asked if I was coming down with something. I told her I felt fine, never better. A few minutes later, Zack came down wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt. Mom asked us if we wanted popcorn, and we said sure. So, ten minutes later Zack and I were sitting in our living room, munching on some popcorn, watching a movie, and trading mischievous grins.

It was going to be a fun summer.

In the village of Umberton, deep in the wood live eight fair maiden sisters, each born within nine months of the other and as beautiful as the next.

The girls were orphaned at a young age, but before their deaths, the girls’ parents confessed that each of the sisters had the curse of virginity laid upon their fair heads and could not be lifted. You see, their parents, as relatives, formed an unholy union and were banished from their town by the King who also cursed the couple’s unborn children. Their parents further explained that if the sisters attempted to fornicate with a man, especially when children, the girls would burn until there was nothing of them left but ash and soot. The girls lived in the cottage in the wood their parents left to them upon their deaths and as they grew and began to know the feeling of desire, reminded each other of the curse. And over the years, they shunned many male suitors for fear of being burned alive, but as Ella, the smartest sister of the eight pointed out, they were only required to stay away from fornication with men. This realization made the girls very happy as they all experienced the ache of longing at the same time. They found each other and some of the women in the village to be suitable to take their ache away for short bursts, but they craved the flesh of men.

On the day of the youngest girl’s eighteenth year, the oldest sister Elizabeth had a great gift for the sisters and proclaimed they should all seek to be deflowered.

“But what of the curse?” Bettina, one of the middle girls asked.

“I’ve spoken to the old witch who lives in the corner forest by the mighty tree. The curse will be lifted if we fornicate at the first full moon, as long as we are all together. But we mustn’t wait,” Elizabeth said.

“But I like what we do to make each other feel good. And I especially like what I do to make myself feel good. Why do we need a man?” Alyssa the wickedest maiden asked.

“We need a man to lift the curse.” Elizabeth said and smiled. “But we do not need to stop doing what we do to each other or ourselves.”

“Good, and if you don’t mind, I need to take my bath now.” Alyssa said and kissed Elizabeth on the cheek and left.

As it was a beautiful, balmy day, Alyssa took her bath in the large tub in the garden. She poured the soft spring water, warmed by the sun, into the large basin. She undressed; her skin glowing in the afternoon light. She sprinkled rose petals, which reminded her of the velvety lips her sister’s cunts and poured a stream of thick cream into her bath. Her large breasts heaved up and down as she stepped into the tub and lowered her hourglass figure into the warm water.

As her sisters, Alyssa was a beautiful girl, with big almond-shaped eyes the color of sea glass and a full, red mouth. Her lips sucked on many cunts throughout the village, sucking at the bud that brought women so much pleasure like sucking the meat from an artichoke leaf. Alyssa knew her breasts to be the biggest of her sisters and they brought her much wicked pleasure, especially when she lifted the dense orbs to her beautiful mouth and sucked on the nipple like a baby to its mother’s tit. Her dark hair curled over her smooth shoulders and down her back and her ass, firm, large and high was extremely sensitive as she sat fully immersed in the milky, rose-scented water.

She spread wide and hitched her legs over the sides of the tub as she leaned back and stared at the blue of the sky. She closed her eyes when her thoughts turned to the maid Therese who lived in the cottage next door. Therese worked for a rich family at a large manor in the village and always told Alyssa about the parties and feasts held for the aristocrats who came to visit. Therese wore prim dresses and tight corsets which made her large breasts practically topple over the bodice and emphasized her big, strong hips. Alyssa’s sister Marisa said Therese was fat, but Alyssa only wanted to lift Therese’s dress and get her face in between those massive thighs.

Alyssa spread her legs wider and took a rose petal and stroked the soft, wet petal over her nipples. They hardened to stiff points begging to be suckled. She lifted a tit to her mouth and sucked the nipple with her cushiony lips. She swirled her tongue around the nipple and nibbled at it with her beautiful white teeth. Shocks of pleasure ripped through her lower belly and she brought the rose petal to her cunt and rubbed up and down in between her cunt lips with the velvet flower. While she sucked harder on her nipple, she pulled up on her pussy mound exposing her big, pulsing clit. The warm water lapped against it as she steeled her legs against the sides of the tub and bounced her hips up and down off her ample ass.

And then she opened her eyes to see Therese standing next to the tub, watching her.

“Don’t be shy,” Therese said when Alyssa stopped playing with her cunt and tried to cover her breasts. “I like what I am seeing.”

“Then come, join me,” Alyssa said.

“Alyssa, I am too large for that tub,” Therese said and lifted her dress to expose her large thighs. “I will never get this body into that bath.”

Therese continued pulling her dress up and Alyssa saw that Therese was not wearing any undergarments. Absently, Alyssa swirled her pinkie finger in circles around her clit under the water. Therese had a big, fat cunt to match her big, fat ass and Alyssa wanted nothing more than to stick her face in Therese’s pussy and suck away as if taking the meat from an artichoke leaf.

Therese took one of her legs and put it up on the side of the tub and brought her hand to her meaty cunt and rubbed. Alyssa mimicked Therese’s motions and rubbed her own cunt, bouncing up and down in the water on her ass.

“Come,” Therese said hoarsely, “come to the stables now.”

Alyssa threw her dress over her head and followed Therese quickly across the garden to the stables. Once inside the stables, Therese swung Alyssa around and threw her into a bed of hay. Spines of hay pricked at Alyssa’s skin, but she cared not for anything but having Therese’s large body cover her. Therese stood in front of her and undressed completely. She laid the dress on top of the hay next to Alyssa and ordered Alyssa to stand.

“Spread your legs wide, bend over and grab your legs as close to the ground as you can reach!” Therese ordered.

Alyssa did as she was told hoping that the odd callisthenic would lead to Therese’s face buried in Alyssa’s cunt. Therese pulled a riding crop off the stable wall and smacked Alyssa’s ass. Alyssa’s juices ran from her cunt down her leg as Therese continued to flog her with the crop. Alyssa bent deeply and poked her ass higher toward Theresa hoping Therese would begin slapping her pussy with the crop.

“Therese, please hit me harder. Whip me like a man!” Alyssa begged.

Therese whipped Alyssa over and over again until Alyssa felt she was on the verge of exploding.

“Stand!” Therese commanded.

Alyssa stood and Therese pulled her by her arm over to the large saddle buck in the corner of the stable. She pushed down on the device, used to keep the stable master’s saddles in pristine condition.

“This should hold me well,” Therese said.

Therese threw one of her legs over the buck straddling it and lowered herself toward the stable master’s prized Roman Calvary saddle. The saddle was a mass of leather with four large, horned pommels protruding phallically from its corners. Therese thrust her hips forward and rubbed her pussy on the outside of one of the horns, bucking up and down against it while reaching out and squeezing Alyssa’s breasts.

“You must do this,” Therese moaned. “You must feel this Miss Alyssa!”

Alyssa straddled the saddle buck facing Therese. She thrust her hips forward and bounced up and down on her legs, grinding her wet cunt against the pommel. She reached out and started pulling on Therese’s huge pink nipples which looked like cow udders.

“Oh yes Alyssa, pull them!” Therese moaned and Alyssa tugged on Therese’s nipples harder.

“Rub harder against the pommel Therese,” Alyssa said. “I love watching your fat, hairy cunt lips close over the pommel.”

Therese bounced harder against the pommel and then brought herself straight up and slammed herself down on top of the leather horn. Her wet, puffy pussy swallowed the horn and Therese pulled up on her luscious mound exposing the large red bud that looked like a dog’s pecker. Therese’s massive thighs jiggled back and forth as she slammed her pussy up and down on the saddle horn. She grabbed Alyssa’s hand and brought it to her clit demanding it be attended to.

“Rub it Alyssa!”

Alyssa jammed her fingers in Therese’s large mouth and brought them out, wet with her saliva, and pinched and tugged at Therese’s clitoris as she increased the intensity with which she rubbed her own pussy against the saddle horn.

“Oh Alyssa,” Therese screamed, “I’m close! You do this too.”

Alyssa immediately stopped rubbing Therese’s cunt and stopped rubbing her own cunt against the saddle pommel.

“I cannot Therese,” Alyssa said.

Fire came up in Therese’s eyes because Alyssa stopped doing the thing that made Therese feel she was close to heaven.

“What do you mean you cannot?” Therese asked. “And why did you stop you selfish girl?”

“I cannot sit on the pommel because I am a virgin and cursed. If I sit on the pommel I will no longer be a virgin and I will turn into ash and soot,” Alyssa said sadly.

Therese looked at Alyssa for a moment and wondered if the girl was insane. She laughed at the thought of being turned into ash and soot while fucking. Therese would have long been dust if that was the case.

“I’ve heard everything now, silly girl!” Therese chuckled. “Fine, but we will finish here what we began one way or another.”

Therese stood and lifted her pussy off the saddle pommel. She bent down and closed her mouth over the pommel sucking her juices off the leather horn and smacking her lips.

“That tastes better than any aristocrat’s feast!” Therese exclaimed.

Alyssa wanted to taste the honey from Therese’s cunt too, but more than that, Alyssa wanted Therese to make the painful throbbing in her own cunt go away.

Therese grabbed Alyssa by the arm and brought her to the side of the horn where Therese’s cunt had laid. She grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her face toward the pommel.

“Put that luscious mouth over the horn and get it nice and wet!” Therese commanded.

Alyssa did as Therese demanded and brought her plump lips down around the musty horn, sticky from Therese’s cunt juice, and sucked. Therese grabbed Alyssa’s long hair and pushed and pulled Alyssa by the back of the head and the horn plunged in and out of Alyssa’s mouth. Therese straddled the middle of the saddle a bit in front of the pommel she just fucked. With the horn sufficiently soaked with Alyssa’s saliva, Therese told Alyssa to move behind her.

“Part my ass girl,” Therese said and leaned forward on the saddle buck. “Part my ass wide.”

Alyssa straddled the back of the saddle buck and got behind Therese and parted her massive buttocks. Therese the stood and told Alyssa to keep hold of her ass cheeks and she then lowered her ass slowly down on the saddle pommel. Alyssa got her face closer to Therese’s ass and looked on with amazement as Therese’s asshole swallowed the horn as her cunt had.

“Ooh, that is wonderful!” Therese squealed as she swiveled her big hips side to side to fully sit upon the horn. “Get in front of me girl and be quick.”

Alyssa scurried around to the middle of the saddle buck and threw her legs to each side straddling the buck and lowering herself onto the saddle in front of Therese. Therese spread her legs wide and rested one of her feet against the stable gate close to them and braced the other against the wall. Her massive legs contracted and relaxed and she used her muscles to propel her fat ass up and down over the saddle pommel.

“Now, obviously I cannot move, so you scoot all the way toward me and rest your legs over top mine,” Therese moaned. “Then bring your pussy forward to touch mine.”

Alyssa leaned back on the saddle buck and jutted her hips forward until her pussy smashed against Therese’s. Alyssa used her leg muscles and the padding of Therese’s legs to pump up and down against Therese’s pussy.

“Harder!” Therese screamed. “Rub that cunt harder against mine!”

Therese’s massive breasts bounced up and down, practically hitting her own face as she drilled the saddle pommel in and out of her asshole while using her dripping wet cunt as friction against Alyssa’s dripping wet cunt. Alyssa moved even closer to Therese, grinding her cunt into Therese’s and lifting up and down with her arms steeled against the saddle buck. Alyssa moved forward and grabbed one of Therese’s tits in her mouth and sucked and nibbled at Therese’s long nipple. Therese pulled up on her fat mound and instructed Alyssa to do the same until their clits touched. sending electrified jolts through both of them.

Therese felt it first, building and building and building until the orgasm exploded in her cunt. And she bucked wildly up and down against the pommel in her ass and Alyssa’s cunt.

“It’s here!” Therese screamed. “Oh lord in heaven, it’s here!”

The pommel in her ass pressed into something magical and Alyssa’s eyes widened as fluid squirted out of Therese’s pussy causing the friction against Alyssa’s pussy to intensify.

“Oh yes!” Alyssa screamed. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

They were quiet for a moment; each remaining still and breathless. Finally, Therese spoke.

“Well, I must be going now,” she said and raised herself off the saddle pommel and dressed quickly.

Therese left Alyssa naked and straddled against the saddle buck, pinpricks of decadent satisfaction stabbing at her skin.

During this time, there lived in the village a shrewd businessman called Julian Newhouse who knew of the girls, was aware of their virginity and the considerable breasts they were blessed with. Julian concocted a scheme to put the maidens to work as wet nurses for the noblewomen in the nearby village of Castleton.

The town was recently blessed with a bounty of infants and Julian, always dreaming up scams, knew that this plan was his best ever. He had to ensure that the girls, fresh and lovely, weren’t approached by admirers hoping to take the maidens for wives so he set off into the woods to approach the sisters and convince them to participate in his business idea.

When Julian arrived at the ladies’ cottage, he was nearly struck down by their magnificence. It was one thing to be in the presence of such extraordinary exquisiteness, but to be in that presence and have that presence be one of purity too, well that was otherworldly. But Julian was first and foremost a businessman and as such, he had to put his growing carnal desire aside and focus on the matter at hand.

“Are you the one who will lift the curse?” Elizabeth asked after he gathered them all in the garden.

“What are you talking about?” Julian asked. All of the girls looked to him for something but he was perplexed.

“The curse,” Jaedara one of the girls said. “We are all virgins and if we are deflowered together and soon, the curse will be lifted.”

“Our parents told us that we were cursed with virginity and if we fornicate, we will die as ash and soot. But the old witch in the east forest said that we can break the curse if we do it together and soon,” Bettina the youngest said.

“So is it you sir?” Cadence asked. “Is it you who will deflower us and break the curse?”

Now at the thought of deflowering the maidens gathered before him, Julian the business man, grabbed his thick penis through his pockets and gave the hardening flesh a slight tug, but then Julian the man allowed that tug to turn to a long pull before he stopped himself. If these women wanted a curse slayer, well a curse slayer they would get.

“Yes, I am here about the curse,” he said. “But I am not here to deflower you to break the curse as the witch foretold. I am here to tell you that the witch was wrong, in fact, she lied because she wants you maidens to turn to ash and soot!”

The girls gasped together and Elizabeth began to weep. Silly girls, Julian thought, I have them now.

“Fear not maidens!” Julian declared. “I was sent here to save you. I will lift the curse that has hung over you for your entire lives, but you must follow my instruction without question and to my satisfaction. Only when you have done this, will the curse be lifted.”

“Oh thank you sir!” Serena exclaimed. “Thank you for saving us sisters!”

“What do we do?” asked Alyssa.

“Well this is what you must do if you ever hope to have this evil curse lifted from your beautiful heads so you can go on to live good lives with good husbands and good children,” Julian said.

Julian went on to tell the sisters of the increased rate of births in the noble town of Castleton. How the aristocrats looked to fair and pure maidens to nourish their children. How these people of class sought wholesome milk as sweet as honey and warm as the womb for their children. How this milk could only come from women as pure and untouched as they. And how all the maidens would be handsomely rewarded by the lifting of the curse.

“So you see my gentle ladies, if you follow my instructions and do this work, you will no longer be cursed. You can go on to lead the most wonderful lives knowing that you were maids to the children of the noble and you will no longer have the curse of ash and soot over your beautiful heads.”

“We do not want to be maids,” the petulant Maria cried. “We were put on this earth to have maids, not to be maids!”

“My dear lady, you will not be a maid, nothing so vile. A wet nurse is a creature considered almost as noble as the very noblewomen for whom they work! But if you don’t want that, or do not wish to do this, well I cannot force you. I only wanted to help you eight,” Julian said and turned to leave the garden. “Good day ladies.”

The maidens all came together and began to whisper and argue amongst each other. Finally they were quiet and Elizabeth called out to stop Julian, who had no real intention of leaving, from leaving.

“Wait sir!” she cried and ran toward him. “Do not leave us. We will do it. We will do anything you say. Please just help us to lift this curse from our blessed heads.”

“Okay ladies, but you must follow my instructions exactly to the detail. You must remain here at your cottage, secluded from anyone and anything. I will bring you everything you need. I will take care of you,” Julian said and all the maidens ran to him and fell at his feet in gratitude.

As Julian went back into town, he could not believe his luck. How easy it was to convince these dumb, silly girls of his plan. He didn’t even have to convince them, only to say he’d lift the curse. Oh a pretty penny would be made off the virginal heads of his eight maidens. A pretty penny indeed.

He set to work, attending to every detail of his extremely well-planned plan.

He traveled to Castleton and informed the handmaidens and servants of his new business. That he employed the fairest and most pure wet nurses in the land and soon they would be ready to nourish the noblewomen’s children. The servants soon got word to the butlers and cooks who got word to the secretaries and pages who got word finally to the noblewomen themselves. He had a list of thirteen families wanting to employ the maidens and as the convincing conniver he was, had the noble people of Castleton ready to pay ten times the premium for the milk of his untainted maids.

He then set off to get the maidens prepared. He isolated them from the town. To ensure the men of the village stopped sniffing around the sisters like feral dogs, he spread a rumor around the town that the women were tainted with a curse so dastardly to cause a man’s cock be ripped from his body. He planted a garden filled with alfalfa and had an Indian valet bring him large sacks of fenugreek seed. He put the sisters on a special diet that they were forbidden to deviate from and always had the threat of the curse not being lifted at the ready for any dissenters.

The truth of Julian Newhouse was that he did not have to be an unseemly huckster. A man with a brilliant mind, since he was a young boy, he was forever coming up with inventions and sought ways to, as he claimed, modernize the mundane. But his greedy and lazy persona dictated that he do the least amount of work for the largest amount of money. Julian was a brilliant man who did not like hard work. So he sought the path of least resistance in everything he did.

During his research, he received information on ways to stimulate milk production in women who did not bear children. The herbs and spices he learned of were fairly easy to implement. The breast stimulation was not.

Simply playing with the breasts, or even tugging on the nipples was not a sufficient way to stimulate lactation in a short amount of time. The women’s breasts were not keeping up with the rate at which the births were anticipated. No, the maidens required hard sucking on the nipple to ensure they produced sufficient amounts of milk.

At first, he enlisted the help of a few men friends from the village, and of course, selfless Julian volunteered himself, to suck at the tits of the maidens. He and his men friends organized the women in a group. He had them lay on their backs on the floor of the cottage in a circle, naked. He purported this being the first ceremony of removing the curse when the hard-headed Frederique refused to go along with the plan.

But a curious thing happened, as the men and he sucked on their large, creamy breasts, the maidens were prone to fits of hysteria. First, their hands rose to the heads of the men and their graceful, long fingers twirled through the men’s hair. Then the ladies applied pressure to the backs of the men’s heads, forcing them to take the maiden's breasts into their mouths deeper and deeper still.

With the men’s mouths stuffed full of the maidens’ voluptuous tits, the ladies parted their legs and arched their backs greatly. Then, up from the bellies of the sisters came an evil, raw moan, a collective primal squeal which reverberated off the walls of the cottage, through the windows and echoed off the hills and valleys of the village. As the men sucked harder and harder on the sister’s tits, the sisters bucked their hips wildly while grinding their exposed cunts against their hands with the ferocity of a lion ripping a lamb apart.

As all of this madness went on, Alyssa screamed, fuck me now, at her stimulator Michael Talbot. Julian rushed at Michael, pushing him off Alyssa and across the cottage right before Michael plunged his hard cock into Alyssa’s wet cunt. All of the men, Julian included, could listen to these begging women and hardly resist the urge to answer their begging by ramming their hard cocks into their virginal cunts. So that method was put to rest. Forever.

Once again secluded, but still not producing sufficient milk, Julian got the idea for his invention in the most delightful way.

It came at dawn while Julian spied on the beautiful Veronica in her bath in the garden. Julian hid behind the tree to the right of the tub, pants down around his ankles, and yanked and jerked meanly at his cock while watching Veronica languishing in the tub. Her breasts, as all the maidens, had grown even larger as they began to ready for the milk. Her tits were buoyant in the water, bobbing like two of the sweetest, heaviest apples low on a branch. The ladies complained their breasts had grown extremely sensitive to the touch in the days before they readied for the children. The water was obviously soothing to Veronica because she leaned back in the tub and sensually stroked her huge tits.

Julian gripped tightly the shaft of his cock as he pictured milk as sweet as honey and warm as the sun flowing freely from Veronica’s exquisite tits. He took his other hand and slid the tube of skin that covered his cock up and down the hard rod in short furious bursts. He felt the tingling begin in his scrotum as he closed his eyes and saw himself kneeling under Veronica’s pendulous tits as she lowered her dark nipples into his mouth. He pictured himself closing his lips tightly around her beautiful nipples and bearing down while suckling harder and swirling his tongue around to get the milk running. Julian spread his legs wide and thrust his hips deeply back and forth while gripping his cock and pretending he was ramming it in and out of Veronica’s tight cunt.

Finally, he came against the tree when pictured the milk spurting out of Veronica’s tits like his semen spurted from his cock; his lips tight, guzzling her warm, sweet milk and draining her tits by sucking down every last drop.

Julian bit down hard on his bottom lip to prevent himself from screaming. When he was done making quite a mess against that poor tree in the garden while spying on poor unsuspecting Veronica in her bath, he was left quite disheveled and breathless. He steadied himself against the sticky tree and watched Veronica as she stood in her full glory from the tub. And that is the exact moment when the idea for his amazing milk-producing invention came to him. As he stood there gazing upon the pristine Veronica, looking like Venus rising from the shell, heavy beautiful breasts slick with the water from her bath, the steam rose off her stunning body like smoke tendrils.

And that was the answer: steam.

Five, four, three, two, one…game! State wins," I shouted; the bar erupted in cheers. State beat Lane by a field goal, which meant we were headed to the championship game for a three-peat baby. The bar was crowded with State fans and a few Lane buttholes were scattered about. I can't say that I understand the game of football that well, but I support my team. After moving to the South, football became a part of my life. Anywhere you went in Alabama you were asked, State or Lane? You had to pick an allegiance.

So, why the South? My dad got this once in a lifetime job that uprooted the entire family from Vermont. Leaving all my friends behind was hard to do. I even contemplated living with my Gran until I finished high school. But moving to Great Plain, Alabama in my sophomore year wasn’t so bad after all. Rounds were purchased and the celebration had just begun. "Chris!" Someone shouted from across the room. I turned, trying to make out who it could be.

"Chris Saturday," the voice yelled out again. With my beer in hand I turned and caught a hand waving frantically in the air. It could only be one person, Justin. Justin was my old roomie from freshman year. He’d decided that college wasn’t for him and became a private entertainment dancer, a stripper. After a year of stripping he opened his own club. Two more quickly followed.

Justin was from here, so his accent was thick; not the Paula Dean fake-thick, but the genuine southern man's drawl that’d give a man like me a raging hard on.

“Long time no see.”

"You exaggerate too much. We saw each other last week at Kellie's party," I said, giving him a playful jab to the stomach.

"I know, but it seemed like longer. I’ve been so gosh darn busy. I think I'm getting that disease that's been going around."

I looked at Justin in amazement. The things that came out of his mouth were unbelievable. I sat back down on the stool to brace myself. "What?" I said, trying to contain my laughter.

"Ah, that celebrity exhaustion disease. You know Kenny James who won that singing competition on TV?” he asked. I hunched my shoulders. I didn’t watch that crap.

“Chris, the new voice from Nashville? Anyway, he came down with a case and had to cancel three shows," Justin said with a puppy dog face.

Justin wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he meant well. Thankfully his folks were smart enough to hire a business manager for his business to take care of the important stuff.

"You better take it easy buddy, I hear there isn't a cure," I said, trying to keep a straight face. Justin furrowed his brow and nodded in agreement, “I know, right.”

Before I came to State I was a pure virgin. I thought of myself as being asexual. I just didn't have any desire to be with anyone, male or female. I was focused on graduating at the top of my class, scoring higher on the SAT’s and getting a full scholarship. It never crossed my mind that I might be gay, or maybe I was just in denial. Luckily, I had Justin to introduce me to a new world, a world full of sexy men. After a few more drinks, and more laughs than I could count, it was time to hit the road.

Though the irresponsible Chris would have loved to stay and whipped a few asses in shuffleboard, I had work in about 8 hours and I needed my beauty rest. My granny always said the night air ages you quicker; that stuck with me so I always tried to make it in at a responsible hour.

“Nice cheerleader outfit,” Blake says, looking me up and down.

I smirk at him. “You know I’m a cheerleader,” I say.

“Still, to see it… wow.”

I laugh. I am standing in my bedroom in front of my dresser mirror, brushing my long dark blond hair. I check the eyeliner around my dark blue eyes. Still looks good. My boyfriend Blake is standing in my doorway.

“You know I’m just going to mess it up again,” he says, coming towards me seductively.

“Shh,” I say. “Close the door.”

He chuckles. “Erica.” Still he humors me. He closes the door and leans against it with his tall lanky frame. He is goodlooking. He has short dark hair, lean muscles, arms folded across his chest. He’s in college. I’m in high school. A senior. I turned 18 a few months ago. He’s my best friend’s older brother. That’s how we met. I feel my heart rate speed up as I imagine what we are about to do.

I set my brush down. He takes a step toward me. I start to shake a little bit. It’s not like we’ve never made out before, but this is different.

“Shh,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek. He has on black jeans and a black T-shirt. It makes him look vaguely sinister, but I like it. His green eyes sparkle down at me.

He kisses me, and his hands immediately move to my large round breasts. I kiss him harder. He moves his hands to my small waist. He slowly backs me up toward the bed.

“When does your stepdad get home?” he mutters between kisses.

“Five thirty,” I say.

“So, we have time,” he says, then kisses me again.

I live with my stepdad, Bill. My mother died a few years ago, and I’ve never met my real father.

Blake awkwardly kicks his shoes and socks off while kissing me, standing next to my bed. I laugh. I step out of my shoes and then reach down to pull off my socks.

He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He keeps kissing me. He whips his T-shirt off. Then he unzips the back of my cheerleader uniform. It’s my long-sleeved one because it's winter. He pulls the little outfit off of me, leaving me in my white bra and panties.

“Oh, God, Erica,” Blake says as he kisses my cleavage. I shiver. I can feel wetness gathering between my legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he reaches around me to unhook my bra. He pulls it off and looks amazed as he stares at my breasts. I run my hands over his muscled chest. I am nervous, but this is so exciting.

“I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” he whispers as he dives between my breasts with his face. I moan. I run my fingers through his hair. Then he starts to pull my panties off. I start to shake again.

“Shh, Erica…” he says quietly. Then he starts to kiss my neck and ears, and then down to my breasts. I am panting. He reaches his hand down to my vagina and puts his fingers inside. I shiver, and get more wet.

He unzips his jeans, and shrugs out of them quickly, boxers too. He is breathing heavily.

“Are you ready?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.

He reaches down with his hand and guides his penis into me. It feels so big. He thrusts it gently into me as deep as it will go. I feel a sharp pain inside.

“Ow,” I gasp.

“Sorry,” he says. “I guess it always hurts for girls the first time.”

He stares into my eyes as he starts to thrust into me. I moan. It still stings inside, but it feels good too. So good.

He thrusts for a few more minutes and I feel a strange sensation build up inside me. It’s like I want him more and more. To go deeper or faster or something. The pleasure is wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never even masturbated. Then all of a sudden there is a burst of pleasure, so exquisite I can’t believe it. I moan and my muscles clench involuntarily.

Soon after, Blake groans and ejaculates into me. He laughs and says, “Oh, my God, that was awesome.”

I laugh. I agree. I wrap my arms around him as he kisses me.

I never knew sex felt this good. Blake and I have been having sex for 2 months now. Almost daily. My stepdad, Bill, is a professor at the local university. English literature. He gets home about 2 hours after me. That gives Blake and I plenty of time to do it. We don’t use condoms, but I’m on the pill, so it’s okay. Bill doesn’t know I’m on the pill. I had to go to the women’s clinic, where they don’t make you pay much. I’m sure Bill doesn’t know I’m having sex either.

Tonight is an unusual night. Blake can’t come over. He has to go to his grandmother’s big birthday bash. So I’m alone. Bill is late coming home too. It’s getting dark and stormy outside. I may have to make a sandwich for dinner.

I’m reading a magazine on the couch when Bill gets home. He shakes the rain out of his short thinning brown hair. He’s handsome for a 50-year-old man, though. In a professorly way. Tall and thin. He walks a lot, so he’s got lean muscles. He does yoga. He’s got those sensitive brown eyes that girls love. His students get crushes on him. He looks sort of quiet and harmless and cuddly.

He’s holding a pizza box in his hand. He holds it up to show me, “I got dinner.”

“Cool,” I say. I hop off the couch and follow him into the kitchen. He gets out two plates.

“No Blake tonight?” he asks.

“Nope. He had a family thing,” I say as I take a bite of pepperoni pizza. He hands me a glass of water, then gets himself one. We walk over to the little square wooden kitchen table where we always eat.

“How’s school?” he says as he chews.

“Good.”

We finish our dinner and then he goes up to his office to grade some term papers. His office is right next to my bedroom. I hang out watching TV downstairs for a while, then I head up to my bedroom. When I walk by his closed office door, I hear a strange noise.

It almost sounds like a groan. Like he’s in pain. I stop to listen. I hear another one. I put my hand on the doorknob. Should I really go in? He moans. What if he’s sick or injured? I open the door. I am not prepared for what I see.

Bill is sitting in an armchair in his huge home office. In front of him are a big TV and a VCR. He’s watching a tape of Blake and I having sex. I am stunned.

Bill hasn’t noticed that the door opened. He’s moving his arm up and down very fast. I am standing behind him. I take another step. I see he is masturbating. A tube of lubrication sits next to him on a little table. He is rubbing his hand up and down his penis as he watches Blake and I have sex on the screen.

I feel shocked, but I am so turned on too. Seeing Blake and I have sex, seeing Bill masturbate to it. I feel that familiar surge of desire well up in me again. I can’t help it. I quietly unzip my jeans and put my hand inside my panties. I start flicking my clit with my finger and feel my heart pound.

Bill groans. I feel pleasure shiver through me. I can hear Blake and I groaning on the tape. I can see us having sex. It’s always the same position with Blake, him lying on top of me. So I can’t even tell when this tape was made. Or how.

I can feel my pleasure build up as I quietly flick my clit. I am drunk with it. Suddenly, uncontrollably, I moan. That changes everything.

Bill turns quickly and sees me there. He looks like he’s in a haze of desire, but also like he’s horrified. He leaps up, pants still open, and pushes me with both hands out into the hall, then slams the door shut between us.

I am breathless. Shocked. I put my hands on the door. I can hear Bill breathing hard just on the other side of it. I want him to do what Blake was doing to me on the tape. I want him to have sex with me. I can feel the sexual tension through the door.

I can’t believe I feel this way about my stepfather. He’s raised me on his own since I was 15. He was married to my mother since I was 5. This is sick. But it doesn’t feel sick. It feels like we love each other, and this is just an extension of that. But I barely care about the appropriateness right now. I just want him. I start to pant.

He opens the door. He stares down at me. He is tall, but not as tall as Blake. His eyes are full of fierce desire. He pulls me inside the room by my arm. Then he closes the door and quickly pushes me against it, with my back to him.

“Oh, Bill…” I moan. He pulls down my jeans and panties, quickly, all the way to the floor. I step out of them. Then he presses me to the door as he quickly shoves his cock into my pussy. I gasp. My heart starts to race.

He starts to thrust hard into me, almost angrily. I moan loudly. It feels so good. My hands are on the door near my shoulders. He puts his hands over them, holding me tightly there. This is so hot. Almost like he’s forcing me, except I want him. Blake never does things like this. I feel like I need it. I am breathing hard as he thrusts into me.

I can still hear Blake’s and my moans from the tape. I can hear us getting close to orgasm. Just like Bill and I are doing now. Bill starts to pant and groan with each thrust. I moan loudly as my orgasm builds up. Then I groan deeply as it explodes inside me. It's a much harder orgasm than I have ever had. I feel another little orgasm surge through me right after. I grunt.

Bill shakes and grunts loudly, then ejaculates inside me, as I hear Blake and I orgasm on the tape. Bill immediately slides himself out of me and steps away.

“I’m sorry,” he says, out of breath, as he zips up. He quickly walks over and turns off the tape. My muscles are weak and wobbly, but I manage to pull my panties and jeans back on.

He turns to look at me. He looks anguished. But still his face is full of desire. He looks how I feel. I take a step towards him.

“Erica,” Bill warns. “Don’t.”

“We’ve already done it,” I say in a whisper. I keep walking to him.

“It’s just…” he says, taking a small step away from me.

“But I need it,” I say as I look up at him. “I need you. Please…” I put my hands on the sides of his face. He looks down at me with those soulful brown eyes.

Suddenly he grabs me by the arms and pulls me closer and kisses me. Hard. I moan. He is a good kisser. It’s like he knows things Blake would never dream of knowing. I can feel my pussy get wetter. I press my body to his as he kisses me. He groans. As he kisses me, he walks us over to the couch. He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and stops kissing me long enough to lay it on the carpet. I start to pull off my navy blue T-shirt. He stops me. Then he pulls it off himself. I shiver.

He kisses me more as he unhooks my white bra and pulls it off of me, exposing my large breasts. He moans as he squeezes them with his hands. He massages them and kisses me and I am in heaven. I start to unbutton his long sleeved tan plaid shirt. He finishes for me. He tosses it to the ground. He has lean muscles underneath. I run my hands over them, and up his back. He shivers.

Then he starts to undo the fly of my jeans. I moan. I pull my jeans and panties off again and kick them to the side. I reach for his pants and he quickly unzips them and steps out of them and his boxers. I was barefoot already, but he pulls off his socks and shoes. Now we are totally naked.

His cock is a nice size. It’s bigger than Blake’s. Just a bit. It’s totally erect for me again. I stroke it with my fingers. Bill moans. Then he picks me up in his arms, and kneels on the floor and lays me down on the blanket. He stares at my body as he kneels above me.

I spread my legs for him and feel my face turn red with a blush. I can’t help it. I want him. No matter how embarrassing it is. He closes his eyes and looks ashamed. Then he lays his body on top of mine and starts kissing me hungrily again. I want him so bad now it hurts. I can feel my large tits squish against his bare chest as he presses his body to mine, and it turns me on more.

He starts to pant as he kisses me. He reaches his fingers into my pussy. I am slippery. He starts to flick my clit and I moan loudly. He groans. Then he parts my pussy lips with his hands and slides his cock into me.

“Oh, yes…” I moan. He shudders. Then he starts to thrust in and out of me. He starts slowly, but then he gets faster and harder. Deeper. I am panting and moaning. He starts to really pound himself into me. I can feel my tits bouncing around as he thrusts hard. I can feel him hitting all the pleasure spots inside me with his dick. I stare at his face, we are both drunk with desire. I reach down to grab his butt cheeks to push him deeper into me. He groans. He shoves his dick into me a few more times and I start to feel my pleasure peek.

“Oh, God!” I yell. It is going to be a hard orgasm. “UGGHHH!” I yell as it rips through me. It lasts for a while. My pussy clenches around his dick.

“UGGHH!” he groans loudly as he shoots cum into me again. Then he collapses on top of me, panting. I wrap my arms and legs around him. He shivers.

“What are we doing?” he says, almost to himself.

“Shh…” I say. I run my fingers through his short hair.

“Oh, God, Erica,” he says. Then he moans. He quickly sits up as he slides out of me. I think he is going to kick me out of his office, but instead, he pulls me up, and has me get on all fours on the blanket. I shake with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

“God, yes…” I whisper. He groans. Then he kneels behind me, and parts my legs a little bit so he can kneel between them. He puts his hands on my bare ass, and I shiver. Then he slides his hard cock into my slippery pussy. I groan.

He starts thrusting in and out. He hits my pleasure spots inside in a different way in this position. And I think he’s going deeper too. It feels so good. He starts picking up his pace and I feel pleasure start to buzz inside me. I am dripping with cum.

“Oh, God, Bill,” I whimper. He picks up his pace again. He starts to really slam himself into me. His hips are slapping my ass as he thrusts. It makes a loud noise. It is so hot. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, he leans forward and gathers me in his arms and pulls me back up with him, so we are both kneeling upright. I groan. He leans me forward a little bit, so he can still slam deeply into me, but now he starts to massage my big tits greedily with his hands as he thrusts. He is breathing heavily on my neck. I am moaning. I feel like I am losing my mind with pleasure. I want to be fucked forever.

I reach back to hold his ass in my hands as he fucks me. He starts fucking me harder than ever. I moan and whimper with each thrust. He grunts. I feel pleasure surge up and take me over. “UGGHHHH!” I yell as an orgasm grips me hard. It clenches my pussy up and surges through my body. Then I feel another one right after. I groan in ecstasy. I feel it tingle through me. He fucks me for a few more seconds and then groans a long loud groan as he shoots a load of cum inside me.

He is panting as he wraps his arms around me. Then he lets me gently fall to the floor, face down. I am weak with pleasure. He lies down next to me on the blanket, face up. He is out of breath.

He looks at me with sadness. “I should probably kill myself now,” he says to me.

I am alarmed. “What? Nooo…”

I crawl over and lay my body on top of his. I look him in the eyes and kiss him. “Why would you say that?”

“Having sex with your stepdaughter?” he said. “A pretty big no-no.”

“Shh…” I say, kissing him again. “I loved it.”

He puts his hands on my arms, and looks me seriously in the eyes. Then he puts his hands on the sides of my face and gently pulls me to him for another kiss.

“But we can never do it again,” he says seriously when he pulls away.

“Shh,” I say. “I already want to do it again.” I laugh. “I will always want more.”

“Oh, my God, I’m going to Hell,” Bill says as he closes his eyes. I laugh again, and lean down to kiss him hard. His tongue swirls inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and I know we will do it again. Often. I’m so happy he agrees with me.

“ Ah! Oh shit! Yes!” Stephen cried out as his lover pounded into his ass from behind. The fingers that held tight around his hips gripped tighter. He would probably have bruises on his hips tomorrow but he couldn’t care about that right now. “Fuck yeah!”

He snaked a hand down to his cock, stroking it to the rhythm of his lover behind him. “Come on, big boy!”

“Fuck!” Stephen heard his lover Ethan roared and growled before thrusting even harder and more erratic, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the bedroom. He sped up his hand on his own cock to match, tossing his head back from the sensation of Ethan’s thick girth rubbing against his prostate.

Ethan made one last powerful thrust then stilled, a loud gasp signaling his climax. Stephen followed him off the edge with a strangled cry not too long after, shooting his load all over his hands, torso and the sheets below.

Stephen collapsed forward onto the bed, not caring that he was basically rolling in spunk-they’d clean it up later. He only hissed slightly as Ethan withdrew his still-hard cock from his ass.

He was floating in the afterglow but he felt exhausted. Rolling to his side, he wriggled until he was on his end of the bed before pillowing his head on his arm. Moments later, the other side of the bed dipped slightly and a hairy arm came around his waist, holding him back against a solid wall of muscular body. Ethan slowly stroked Stephen’s chest and belly with his fingers as he peppered kisses along Stephen’s shoulder and nape.

Stephen loved this feeling of being surrounded. It was the best part about being with Ethan. The love and affection was clear in the way Ethan held him, clear in the way Ethan made him feel safe. The man was huge, six-four and well built. Stephen wasn’t anyone’s definition of a small man, but he felt dwarfed by his lover. When Ethan wrapped his arms around him, Stephen always felt like he was completely surrounded by Ethan. It reminded Stephen of that warm blanket he had when he was a kid, and it was nice.

It really was unfortunate that the sex wasn’t as good as he had liked.

Ethan was a fantastic lover-everything one could ask for in a partner-and Stephen loved him wholeheartedly. The only problem was that the man was a bit shy and unimaginative when it came to the bedroom. Ethan was a great top, powerful yet caring, but vanilla sex was getting a bit… routine. And boring.

Stephen had thought about introducing some… kinkier activities, like cuffs (he loved to be held down on occasion), blindfolds and a good spanking at times, but he was afraid of scaring Ethan.

He remembered the last time he’d sprung a butt plug on the man-that had been complete snafu. They managed to both orgasm at the end, but, well, it just wasn’t worth the effort of trying again. The next day Ethan had looked something between apologetic and dejected, like a lost puppy. And despite Stephen’s best effort at telling Ethan that it was okay, that there were things between them more important than kinky sex, he knew Ethan had thought about it a lot.

Stephen yawned, settling deeper into his lover’s arms.

Oh well. He was willing to forgo hot wild monkey sex for this man, so why bother thinking more about it?

I shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair, trying to ignore my mother’s loud book reading.

You’re probably asking yourself short of an audio book, how does one read loudly? Let me present exhibit A: An uber religious housewife who spends her days hovering and overstepping. Fulltime mother=full time pain in my ass.

I flipped open a dated brochure on the table beside me where a turkey held a sign that read, “Be Thankful for Jesus.”

If there was such a thing, a God, I suppose I should be thankful for my genes. I had my mother’s white blonde hair, though mine was crazy curly unless I flat ironed it. I had dark blue eyes that guys always claimed they could stare into all night. I had a petite body, only clocking in at 5’5 and 115 pounds.

I pulled out a compact, checking myself. There wasn’t anything better to do.

“That’s what got you here in the first place,” Mom said with a sigh. “You’re more concerned with the flesh than your eternal soul.”

I snapped the mirror closed, taking her straight on. “It’s not like I had a bukkake fest with the whole senior class, Mom. I just hooked up with a guy, who happened to be my boyfriend. It wasn’t nonconsensual and you only found out about it because I decided to tell you about it.”

She held her button nose high in the air. “I’m not sure what this bukkake is, but just because it wasn’t as bad as it could have been doesn’t make it any less heart-breaking. You had sex outside of marriage, Leslie.”

“What if I told you that I don’t want to get married?” I said, fighting the urge to grab her by the shoulders and give her a good shake. “What if I don’t want to end up barefoot and pregnant or wondering if my husband’s screwing the secretary?”

She gasped like I slapped her across the face. I wasn’t sure why she feigned surprise. Steve Johnson, the latest guy that was playing hubby, spent what little time he was at home with his eyes glued to my chest. The rest of her track record was no better.

“How could you say something so horrible?” Mom said, lips quivering.

I let out a sigh. “I didn’t mean it, Mom.”

“You did,” she sniffed, pulling a tissue from her purse. “It’s the devil in you.”

“For Christ’s sake-”

The door to the pastor’s office swung open and he stepped into the waiting room. Words dried in my throat. I used to think it was because he was in a position of power, commanding respect from the pulpit. But ever since we…

I swallowed, trying to fight the urge to fall to my knees right then and there. I forced my eyes from his groin, up past his cherry red V-neck sweater that barely hid his sculpted abs and defined pecs. I found my way to his strong chin, lusting over his thick red lips. When our eyes met, his chocolate eyes softened, before they went blank. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair before his attention turned to my mother.

“Mrs. Johnson, I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to you-“

Mom shot out her hand. “Don’t worry about it, Pastor. I really appreciate you seeing us on such short notice.”

He held open the door for us, casting a quick glance in my direction. “I’m here to help in whatever way I can.”

I kept my mouth shut as she steered me inside his office. She gushed on and on about the Picasso behind his desk, spinning around as she took in the room like she was in some sort of museum. I wanted to tell her that the only work of art I saw was Pastor Lewis…and what he had tucked inside his pants.

“You’re a Picasso fan?” Pastor Lewis said to her, a smile at his lips.

“Oh lord yes,” Mom said with a dopey grin. “I just love that one he did with the dark colors and towers and swirly things.”

I raised an eyebrow. “ Starry Night?”

She scratched her chin, but nodded after a moment. “I think that’s it. Yeah that’s my favorite piece by Picasso.”

“That was Van Gogh,” I said with a cruel chuckle. I sunk into a chair in front of his desk. “We already see that keeping secrets isn’t your forte-apparently art isn’t either.”

She gasped, but it was Pastor Lewis that made me hang my head.

“I think you owe your mother a little more respect than that, don’t you Leslie?” There was a tone in his voice that told me it wasn’t a suggestion.

I gulped. “Yes sir.”

He gestured at the empty chair beside me. “Why don’t you have a seat, Mrs. Johnson?”

She paused for a moment, like she was afraid my hatefulness was contagious before she squat in the chair, crossing her feet at the ankle. “Thank you, Pastor.”

I watched him walk behind his desk, his strong shoulders rippling beneath the argyle. I could already feel my fingers stretching across them as I plastered my body to his. Just the mere memory of being with him was enough to make me cream my underwear on the spot.

I crossed and uncrossed my legs, trying to relieve the pressure that boiled in the heart of me. This was gonna be a highly awkward sit-down…but worth it. It was the only way-even if it meant an uncomfortable conversation with Mom and a look of disappointment from Pastor Lewis.

He cleared his throat as he swiveled to face us. “Alright. What brings you two here today?”

She flipped her frosted hair over her shoulder. “Well, Pastor, it’s just a mess.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “It’s not a mess, Ma. I’m 18, I consented-”

“It’s not of God!” she thundered, slamming her palm on the arm of her chair.

The room went quiet after her outburst, a pensive atmosphere giving us all pause. I stole a glance at Pastor, but his eyes were on his desk. Why wouldn’t he look at me? Why wouldn’t he give me a reaction?

I was the first to speak. “It’s really none of his business.” I turned to her. “You promised if I told you what was going on you wouldn’t freak. You promised it would just be between us.”

“That’s before I knew what you’d done!” she wailed dramatically.

Pastor Lewis leaned back in his seat, his focus on my mother. “Mrs. Johnson, you know I want to help you whatever way I can, but Leslie’s an adult.”

“Eighteen years old,” I piped.

His eyes went stony as he flashed me a look.

“Sorry,” I said with an apologetic smile.

“Like I was saying, Mrs. Johnson,” Pastor Lewis pressed on, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “Leslie’s an adult. If she doesn’t want my help, or to talk, I can’t force it on her.”

I had to swallow the desire to rush him at that exact moment. I wanted him to force me, turn me out…I couldn’t stand this distance thing. I knew I saw something flash across his face. He had to care. He just had to.

Mom reached out and clasped my hand, the guilt pouring off her in waves. “Leslie, I’m sorry I got upset, but what you did…” She squeezed her eyes shut like she could barely stand the sight of me. “What you’ve done is so sinful and unholy.”

One of his frames clattered to the floor and we both turned in the sound of the racket. He found my eyes and for a split second, I got what I wanted. His eyes may as well have been ivy green because the jealousy was as plain as the nose on his face.

Mom moved from her chair and picked up his frame, cooing as she looked at the family behind the glass. “Such a lovely picture.”

He flashed her a smile. “Thank you.” He took the frame and laid it on the desk, not bothering to stand it back up. “So you were discussing Leslie’s behavior.”

She nodded. “She needs someone to talk to, pastor. Some guidance.”

I let out a sigh of disgust as I leaned over and pulled my phone out of my purse. “This whole thing is ridiculous.” I’d left the volume on and every punch of my fingertip was broadcast loud and clear. I could practically feel Pastor Lewis cringing. “There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.”

“Put the phone away.”

His voice was a crack of a whip, snapping my eyes up to his. With trembling hands, I slid it back into the heart of my belongings. “This is all so silly.”

Mom reached over and clasped my hand, willing me to look at her. I almost felt bad staring into her aqua blue eyes. She had no idea that Billy was just a ploy. She had no idea that I would have sucked and fucked the whole freaking town if I thought it would get me in Pastor Lewis’ office.

“Please,” she begged, squeezing my fingers so tight they went numb. “Please talk to the pastor. For me.”

Oh I wanna talk to him alright, I thought to myself, trying to seem detached and annoyed. “Fine, Mom. I’ll talk to him.” I ripped my hand from hers and shook it out, tingles of sensation rippling as feeling returned to my digits. “But I don’t think it’s gonna make a difference.”

“Of course it will!” She cheesed like Moses himself had just come down from the mountain to tell her I wasn’t gonna burn in hell after all. “Tell the pastor exactly what you told me.”

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the nerves tumbling in my gut. In my mind, I saw it going this way-I’d tell my slutty story and Pastor would send my mother out so we had some time alone. He’d pout and apologize for ignoring my calls and getting his secretary to lie about him being in the office and then he’d lay me out on the carpet and screw my brains out.

Still, there was a seed of doubt that festered-what if my plan blew up in my face? What if my actions just drove us further apart?

I licked my lips. “It happened last night.” I folded my hands in my lap, the jittering of my possibly rash behavior rippling across my body. The jarring sensation took me back to Billy Edenton’s F-150, the cab jerking as it went down the old dirt road. The smell of the night air, Paisley on the radio, and the feel of his shaky hand on my thigh felt so real. I knew what we were doing; what it would mean-and I didn’t care.

Pastor Lewis’ voice was clear as a bell. “Leslie? Did you hear me?”

I blinked rapidly, floating back down from the memory in my head. “I–I’m sorry, Pastor. What was your question?”

His lips were a firm line. “I asked what happened between you and Billy.”

“Ah,” I said, scooting to the edge of my chair. “Where was I? Oh yes-after our date.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs. “We’d just gotten back in town. Me and Billy’d gone to see some zombie flick up in Marville. I still had an hour before curfew.”

Pastor Lewis nodded. “Go on.”

“So we were gonna-” I took a beat and made an obvious gesture with my eyes. Mom turned her head away with disgust, but Pastor Lewis just stared ahead at me, like I was talking about the weather instead of hooking up with some guy the night before.

“Just say it out loud, Les,” Mom said acidly. “If you’re grown enough to do it, the least you can do is say it.”

I glanced back at the pastor. Why hadn’t he asked Mom to leave yet?

“Well Mom,” I said, equal portions of disdain in my voice, “Maybe if your husbands of the week had spent less time ogling me and more time being father figures, I wouldn’t feel the need to screw guys on back roads.”

She leapt from her seat, almost toppling me over when she got in my face. Talking about her ex’s was always a sure-fire way to get into a hardcore confrontation.

“How dare you!” she screeched, spit flying in my face. “Don’t make this about me…no one touched you. No one made you spread your legs!”

“Oh I see,” I said with a bitter chuckle, “I’m a whore. That’s great, Mom. Real Christian-like.”

“You ungrateful-”

“Alright!” Pastor Lewis cut in loudly, calling a timeout. “Obviously tensions are high.” He drummed his nails on his desk before conceding. “Maybe it would be best if you waited out in the tabernacle, Mrs. Johnson.”

“But I-”

“I will help Leslie,” he said gently. “But I think things would go smoother if it was just she and I.”

She peered over at me, her face still colored with hurt and anger. “You want me to go.”

I tried to look sorry and hoped she bought it. “Yeah. It would be easier, Mom.”

She shot another look at the pastor then forfeited, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her skirt. “I’ll be out in the tabernacle if you need me.”

I turned my head in the direction of her departure, each click of her kitten heels taking me closer to my goal of being alone with him. As soon as his office door snapped closed and I heard the tap of the second set of doors shut, I bounced from my seat. “I thought she’d never leave!” I bridged the distance between he and I, my heart roaring in my chest. “I’ve missed you so much.”

But instead of sharing in my delight, he gave me the cold shoulder, turning his head when I leaned in for a kiss. “What’s this B.S. with you and Billy Edenton?”

I took a step back. “Well, Billy is my boyfriend.” I scooted onto his desk, swinging my legs in and out with barely-contained glee. “You jealous?”

His dark eyes narrowed. “Answer me.”

His voice shook the playfulness from my tone. “It didn’t mean anything, John.”

“Pastor Lewis,” he corrected with a sneer. “If it didn’t mean anything, why did you tell Maureen?”

I bit my lips, suddenly worried that my whole plan was gonna blow up in my face. “You pushed me to it. You stopped answering my texts, my emails. You got your bitch secretary to lie to me-”

He backhanded me, sending a jolt of pain across my cheek. “You pushed me to it. You know I’m married, Leslie. I have a newborn kid for crissakes. You were talking crazy, rambling on and on about us living happily ever after.”

“Is that so ridiculous?” I tried to steel my voice but it wavered. “John-Pastor Lewis, I can’t get you out of my head. I did the only thing I could think of to get your attention.”

I cried out when he reached out and gripped my chin roughly, forcing me to look him dead on. “Tell me what you did.”

His nails dug into my skin, sending a renewed bout of pain to my already raw flesh, but I didn’t pull away. “You refused to see me.” The discomfort his ferocious hold caused was replaced by a craving that I knew all too well. I was obsessed with him…ever since we hooked up on the beach during a church trip to Myrtle Beach. His powerful caress, the way he moved in me while the waves crashed against the sand. I’d do anything, be anyone, bed anybody if it meant that I could just breathe the same air he breathed.

He let go of my chin with a snort of disgust. “So you decide to seduce me by acting like a petulant child?”

“I’m not a child,” I said, my voice rising.

He turned from me, shaking his head with disappointment. I had to salvage this…I had to remind him how good we were together.

“I’m wearing that perfume you like. The cotton candy one.” I angled toward him, stopping a few inches from his mouth. “Wanna smell?”

His lips twitched as he lingered there, but he just moved away, creating some distance.

“Don’t you miss me?” I pouted.

He pulled at his sweater. “Leslie-”

One word melted away my inhibitions and I dove back in, burrowing my cheek in the nape of his neck. “God, I love the way you say my name.”

He responded to me at first, letting out a sigh of his own before he grabbed my shoulders and knocked me backward. “I said this was over. Last time was it.”

His words were like a blow to the stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. I wanted to cry and beg for him, explain that nothing compared to the feel of him inside me, but that wouldn’t shock him back to reality. We both knew we belonged together. Right or wrong, we made sense.

I slid from his desk, realizing the only way to get something, anything from him was to get a rise. I had to make him jealous.

I lowered myself in the seat across from him. “I thought you wanted to hear about Billy.”

He massaged the bridge of his nose. “You should leave, Leslie.”

I twirled a gold tendril around my finger. “But don’t you want to hear about what happened last night?”

“Leslie-”

“We drove down Fort Run Rd.” I paused, trying to seem nonchalant. “You know that road, don’t you Pastor? The one out past McLane Farm?”

“Don’t do this,” he said hoarsely, his face turning red.

I licked my lips, only emboldened by his visible reaction. “I was already pre-gaming, rubbing him through his pants.” I clucked my tongue when I saw his hand creep off his desktop to his lap. “It was just Billy and I, with some depressing drawl on the radio. The real show was going on in his pants…and I had front row tickets.”

I let my hand travel up the skirt of my dress as I recounted the prior evening. “He was so nervous, Pastor. I could practically hear his teeth chattering.” I let out a hint of a moan as my fingertips brushed the seat of my panties, the moistness sopping me to the bone. “I asked him what he had in mind and he asked me if I was serious.”

“Serious?” Pastor Lewis said, his eyes glazed over.

I nodded. “I’d told him about a fantasy I had.”

“Oh God,” he whispered. I had to strain to hear it. He was trying so hard to be good, to deny what was rightfully ours.

I swallowed a gasp of my own as I sunk my index finger inside my sheath, its warm embrace making me dig my heels into the floor. “I–I told Billy that I had this fantasy of being fucked by three guys at once.”

“You’re so d-dirty,” Pastor Lewis stammered. “So full of sin.”

I let out a giggle that morphed into a wheeze of elation as I flicked my pleasure knob. “That’s what Billy said too. ‘No way Jose’, actually. I told him that was okay-that all I really wanted was his cock.” I swirled my finger around my button. “You should have seen how he bulged in between my fingers after I said that.”

“You sucked him off?”

I nodded as I slowly rubbed inside my nether lips, my body racked with a tide of bliss at my touch, at the thought of Pastor Lewis’ touch. “He couldn’t unbutton his pants fast enough. I got up on my knees and then-”

“Get your ass over here.”

My eyes widened in shock. He usually liked when I talked about my slutty behavior. “Say what?”

“You heard me,” he said bitingly. “Get over here now.”

I bat my eyelashes. “I thought we were done.”

“Don’t make me ask again.” His voice was ominous and unnerving, but I shrugged it off. He liked to play tough but he was a pussycat in between the covers-so gentle, so caring.

I sashayed back behind his desk. “Want me to show you what I did to Billy?”

My gazed trailed down to his crotch, expecting to see him erect and oozing, but it was still tucked in his pants. Hidden. “I don’t understand.”

“Strip down.”

I hesitated, but shrugged, moving to lock his door.

“Leave it,” he ordered. “Strip. Now.”

A sliver of need tickled my center as I sauntered to the door, flicking the dead lock. The last thing either of us needed was my mother to walk in on us.

I slowly walked back toward him, wanting him to take in every jiggle, but his face was blank and unreadable. Thinking maybe he needed a bit more skin, I reached behind and unzipped my dress, slowly releasing my thin body for his approval.

He still didn’t say a word.

Getting a little concerned, I unhooked my bra, setting my breasts free and bent over, giving him a pendulum of lust as I stepped out of my thong. I was bare before him, butt naked.

I dropped my hand to my crotch. “You wanna watch me touch myself?”

He said nothing, only crooking his finger, beckoning me to him.

“Playing the strong, silent type, eh?” I slid back over to him, my cotton candy peaks swelling as I remembered how his mouth felt on them. “Am I playing the demon possessed slut?”

He kept up the quiet game, the only sound the creak as he swiveled his chair to face me. He was starting to weird me out. “Everything okay, John?”

He gestured at his lap. “Get over here.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “I want you to come in my mouth this time. I tried this new thing and, OUCH!” I let out a squeal as I reached over and snatched me to him, his touch stiff and cold. I spilled into his lap, all knees and elbows. I tried to steady myself, but he held me still until I was firmly laid out across his thighs.

My mind flitted back to standing in front of my parents’ bed, stealing glances at my father. What had it been? Stealing a candy bar from the grocery store, getting a C on a report, or getting an attitude with Mom?

In the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t matter. He just pulled out his belt and took me over his knee. Every lash he dished out made me wince until I cried out that I was sorry, but inside a want grew; a want that made me feel dirty. Slutty.

Now, here I was in a similar fashion, laid out over a much older man’s knees, bare bum in the air. Pastor Lewis’ behavior was bizarre but intriguing. What did he have planned?

My body cried out in anticipation when he began to rub my naked cheeks, his palm cool against my skin.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Did he want me to be naughty or good? I just stayed quiet. I let out a yip when his palm collided with my bottom, sending a biting pain over me.

“Answer me,” he said sternly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Leslie?”

I wriggled against him. This wasn’t the lover I remembered. He was supposed to be tender, a protector-not callous and unforgiving.

But I went back to those bouts in a dark room, fear etching a dismal masterpiece as I waited for the belt. Did I like being hurt? Did I want to be punished?

He pounded me again, almost closed fist so it sent a dull throb across my center. “You deserve to be spanked, don’t you?”

I squirmed, shaking my head back and forth. “No!” Yes, a voice whispered inside. God yes!

A third strike told me that he wasn’t buying it. “You sucked off Billy and you liked it, didn’t you?”

I lolled my head up and down. “And I guzzled every bit of his cum.”

He struck me. “You’re a dirty slut.”

I stayed quiet, the sting of the beating eliciting warm tears that clouded my vision.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I grunted.

“That you’re a dirty whore,” he said thickly.

I swallowed a moan when I felt him move, swelling in his pants as I fought against his hold on me. “I’m a good girl, Pastor.”

I held my breath as he leaned forward, rustling through his drawer. Was he pulling out something to hit me with? A ruler?

He settled back in his seat, one of his arms looping around my waist, securing me firmly in his lap. “What else did you do with Billy?”

When I felt the head of something toy at my hole, I let out a giggle as I grinded against him. “After he came, I kept sucking, getting him good and hard all over again. He hardly lasted at all. He’s not like you, John.”

“Don’t deceive me with your evil tongue.” His preceding slap on my bottom made me holler in agony. I knew if I had a mirror my bum would be as red as a tomato. We had officially traveled from the erotic zone to the solitary blush of anguish. It wasn’t fun anymore.

“What did you two do next?”

I tried to untangle myself from him. “C’mon John, I think I’ve had enough.”

He held me tight. “You’re a little temptress, aren’t you? What were you wearing?”

I froze up as I felt whatever tool he had teasing the slit of my derriere. “I–I wore that flowered dress of mine. All we had to do was hike it up.”

I let out a bloodcurdling scream, but he smothered it with his other hand, turning it into a muffled wail. He’d taken the brutal instrument and shoved it into my butthole. The thunderbolt of pain made me dizzy.

After a moment he moved his hand, a string of saliva from my mouth trailing to the floor. I let out a mute sob. “D-don’t.”

He ignored me. “Did you think of me while he made love to you?” He grinded it into me, ripping his way as he pumped.

I shimmied and shook trying to break free. “You’re hurting me!” All the lust was gone from my voice. “Let me up!”

“I thought you liked being used,” he said coolly. “Like a plaything.”

“It hurts!” I protested, fighting with a renewed vigor. He just kept pumping it harder and deeper, oblivious, or uncaring that he was ravaging me.

“I’ll lube you up when you say it,” he said, his voice hot with desire. “You’re a naughty slut, aren’t you?”

“YES!” I said hoarsely, squeezing his calves. I tried to take my mind off the ferocious quell that made tears gush from my eyes. “I was naughty!”

I expected him to release me, but he just turned the dildo. “Apologize.”

“F-for what?” I sobbed.

“Your pussy, your ass, your body belongs to me.”

I panted with horror as he pushed the whole thing inside me. It was so massive that I thought it’d spill out my gaping mouth. “I just wanted you to notice me!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head backward, sending shards of pain across my scalp. “You were trying to make me jealous, but now I’m just angry.” He released his grip on my hair and my head slumped back down. “You think I want some punk’s sloppy seconds?”

He pulled the dildo from me and my body spasmed with relief, but he just replaced one pain for another as a brutal strike landed on my raw bottom. “Don’t let it happen again, Leslie. You’re mine.”

I let out a round of sobs at his last words. He slackened his hold and I spilled from his lap into a pile at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I curled into the fetal position. “I just missed you. I missed you so bad.”

When he pushed out of his chair and leaned down to me, I flinched. But instead of another lick, he stroked my hair. The affectionate lover I knew had returned.

“You really missed me?” he asked.

I nodded, sniffling through my runny nose. Tingles rippled over my naked body as he unzipped his fly.

“You don’t want anyone but me?”

“No one else,” I swore, moving to my knees. “Only you.”

When I saw his swollen head peaking through his boxer briefs, I let out a hiccup of elation. His veins were a road map of desire as he uncoiled his full length. He released it, allowing me to take hold of his engorged rod.

“Oh John,” I moaned, one hand deep in my warmth. I used the other to steady his member, easing it inside my mouth.

My tongue dashed out, swirling around the tip. I lapped up his sticky precum, a white hot pressure building in my groin. I brushed with great strides up and down his length, matching it to the thrusts of my fingers as I pumped my pussy.

He stroked my head, running his hand to the nape of my neck, pushing me to take all of him. His rod filled me to the max, choking me. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I’d dreamt of this moment.

I pulled my digits from myself and took a hold of his sack. I massaged his balls the way he liked, steady and slow. I smacked on his member like it was the last time I’d see it, taste it.

I rocked my hips back and forth as I worked him. He had to know how much I wanted him. All the boys in the world couldn’t stack up to my pastor. Nothing else compared.

I felt his muscles contract and spasm. He was getting close.

He took a hold of his stiffness and jerked it. I assumed the position, my face a blank canvas for his desire. I wanted it to sink into me. I wanted him to tattoo my flesh.

He let out a grunt and we soared together, my thighs spasming as the tingles coursed over my bare body.

As his cum pelted me in orgasmic rhythm, it hit my eyelids, my nose and careened down my chin. My body shook as my own coursed down my inner thigh. I was a creampie. I was Pastor’s lil’ slut.

After the last stream emptied from him, I took my hand and smeared his stickiness all over my face then brought my palm to my mouth, licking it clean.

“Be my good girl,” Pastor said, his voice shaky. “Be good and I’ll give you everything.” He turned back to his desk, pulling out a terry towel.

I held out my face for him. I was his.

All his.

"It's time to get loud!

It's time to represent!

Gray Uni, what time is it?!"

The squad finished their stomp/clap combo and let out a big sigh of relief.

I knew mine was louder than most. After a week full of finals, my parents on my back about declaring my major, and breaking up with the biggest douchebag at Gray University, I wasn't in a very cheerful mood.

Coach blew her whistle and we all headed to the locker room, free until next week's practice.

Mark Collins headed over to me and my body, like, instantly switched on. My nipples swelled beneath my wife beater. My heart stuttered in my chest. Butterflies danced from my tummy to my groin as he loped an arm around my shoulders. The whole thing was pretty pointless considering he was gay-his boyfriend, Jake, was equally delicious and cheered for Gray too.

"Hey," I said with a smile. "How's it going?"

"Good," he said quickly. "Everything's good." He was sweaty as hell, as all of us were, but I didn't even care. The nearness of him made me ache.

“Cool,” I said with a nod. “How were your finals?”

He shrugged. “Could go either way.” He seemed kinda antsy, like he had something to tell me but wasn’t sure how to put it. "So I heard about you and Scott," he said finally.

I shot him a look. "Here to say 'I told you so'?"

He unhooked his arm and gave me a playful shove. "Don't be like that. I just want you to be happy."

"We all do!" A couple of the other male cheerleaders had gathered near the lockers.

Mark's boyfriend Jake gave me an awkward wave before running his hand through his curly blonde hair. "Just in case you want that prick taken care of, I know a guy…"

I grinned at the bunch of them. "That's really sweet guys. Sweet, but unnecessary."

Mark was beside me and when he pulled off his t-shirt, I had to gulp a moan away. His chest was, like, something out of an action movie-muscles, danger, sex. It oozed from his pores.

I forced my attention to the locker, spinning the combo and pulling out my gym bag. Me and Scott had a pretty hardcore round of angry sex, complete with anal, back scratching and pissed off stares. It was pretty hot-and had done a number on my thin frame, but I found myself wondering what Mark would do if I slammed him against the locker and dove my hands inside his shorts.

I scolded myself as I turned to join the rash of teammates that were headed out the door, but Mark gripped my arm, stopping me. "Can you hold up a minute, Kate?"

I turned back around. All the other girls and guys had filed from the locker room. It was just me, Mark, and Jake. I glanced at them. They were both stealing glances at each other, obvs fidgety. "What's going on, yall?"

Jake licked his thick lips and his cheeks were red hot as he nudged Mark. "You tell her."

"Nah man," Mark said firmly with a nervous chuckle. "It was your idea!"

I crossed my arms. "Well somebody better start talking or I'm going back to my dorm. I still have a paper due in Poli Sci and I haven't even begun packing for break."

Mark shot daggers at Jake before he let out a sigh. "Hold on a second." He pushed past us and did a quick sweep of the locker room, checking all of the stalls before going to the door and flipping the lock.

I stole a look at Jake who looked doubly nervous, his sky blue eyes trying to seem reassuring but failing miserably.

I took a few steps forward, starting to get really weirded out. "Okay, kinda starting to freak me out guys. What's going on?"

Mark rejoined us and my mouth fell open when I definitely saw his cock firm against the thin fabric of his basketball shorts. Without closer inspection I was just guessing, but he had to be at least 7 inches. I forced my eyes up to his face. No point in daydreaming about it when he played for the home team. But when Jake started to stroke himself beneath his shorts, I couldn't stifle the moan that rose in my throat. Both of them were hot as hell, like Abercrombie and Fitch models. I'd be a liar if I said just watching them kiss didn't totally make me wanna plug my pussy, but what was happening? Why were they both looking at me like they were imagining me with my clothes off?

Mark jabbed Jake with his elbow. "Jesus, can't you wait until she at least says yes, babe?"

Jake's eyes fell. "S-sorry."

Mark flashed me a smile, his half dimple making me swoon. God he was so hot. "You'd probably never be down for something like this Kate, but since you're single and we're looking to do some experimenting, we figured we'd ask."

My throat was as raw as sandpaper. I cleared it. "A-ask me what?"

Mark's dark brown eyes glittered as he took a step toward me, his massive form not stopping until he was so close that my peaks were against his solid chest. I felt his cock pressing against me like it was fighting, begging to be set free.

Mark took a deep breath and when he exhaled, peppermint and lust streamed from his lips, filling my nostrils. Filling my body. "Me and Jake wanted to know if you'd be game for being with us."

I perked an eyebrow. "Being with you?"

Jake pushed forward, his eyes scanning me before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "We wanted to know if you'd do a threesome. With us."

Kyle Winters flung a bit of spaghetti and remnants of Jello from the front of his t-shirt. His mind went to the most bizarre place, some documentary that their sociology teacher showed about people that dumpster dived. And here he was, riding a wave of trash, thanks to Joe Woods and Co.

“I think the sauce is good for the skin,” Brent Goodson, one of Joe’s imbecile friends snickered. “Exfoliating or some girly shit.” He nudged Joe with his shoulder. “Aren’t gay dudes into that kinda stuff?”

Joe’s cheeks burned red as he jostled his friend back. “Do I look gay, man? How the hell would I know?”

Kyle seethed as Brent flashed an evil grin and walked over with a carton of milk, emptying the contents onto his head, adding to the sludge of embarrassment. He steeled his stomach as it made an unhealthy roll. He’d passed on breakfast this morning but he had a feeling he’d pass on dinner too…maybe just passing on food altogether. He moved in the rubbish, gagging as a whiff of fresh garbage filled his nostrils.

He should have been used to it…everyday, after third period, Joe Woods and his band of jocky idiots would corner him and figure out some way to completely ruin his day. Usually it was just running him into a locker, knocking his books on the ground, or chunking Starbucks on him, but they were especially imaginative today. Today, they brought out the big guns.

Finding strength as he finally steadied himself, rising to his feet, Kyle realized he was wrong as he sunk back into the dumpster letting out a yip of surprise and frustration.

Brent, a mass of muscles, blonde hair, and an endless fountain of NFL stats let out a guffaw that made Kyle's blood boil. "Did we mess up your designer jeans, fag?"

His name calling barely fazed Kyle. He'd known he was gay since, well, forever. But when Joe joined the chorus of chuckles, Kyle bit back a sob.

Not Joe…not after all they’d done. Not after he looked forward to their hookups, always carting around a container of lube, just in case.

"Aww," Brent goaded, his green eyes narrowing. "Are you gonna cry, bitch?"

Kyle struggled to the rim of the dumpster, daggers shooting from his eyes. Joe saw the look and stopped laughing immediately. His strong, angular face went blank and he shot his blue eyes downward in shame.

Good, Kyle thought with a small measure of satisfaction. It immediately faded away as a rush of tears burned his eyes. He should feel guilty for what he let his friends do.

It was pretty obvious that Brent didn't feel the same contrition. Kyle's look of defiance made him ball a fist.

Kyle squeezed his eyes shut, gearing up for a blow to the face.

"Nah, man," Joe's husky voice cut in. He shoved his bonehead friend back. "He’ll tell. Or report you.”

Brent sneered, shooting Kyle a look that made him gulp. “No you won’t, right, Kyla?”

Kyle bristled preparing to tell him that he was planning on making a detour to the principal’s office, but Joe finally put an end to all of it, roping up his friends.

“Let’s just head back in,” he told them. He ain’t worth it."

Kyle watched them hustle inside. Joe cast one look over his shoulder. A look that betrayed the truth. Kyle grimaced as he stumbled out of the mouth of the dumpster. His clothes were stained with food and debris, but it didn't compare to how he felt on the inside. What good was the truth when Joe was still at the top of Gray Central's totem pole and he barely scraped by on the bottom? What good were his kisses and promises when he clearly had no problem letting his friends bully him during the day and fucking him in the locker room in between classes?

With one final snarl of anger, Kyle pushed back into the school building. He was glad today was gym and he had a change of clothes in his locker. He knew a tardy for fourth period would earn him detention, but he was kinda glad the halls were deserted and no one had to witness his walk of shame.

"Hey Kyle, wait up!"

Kyle kept walking, his back taut.

“Kyle!" Joe’s voice was urgent.

Kyle nibbled his lip as he turned down a corridor, hoping Joe would get the message. He rolled his eyes as he spun his lock, hearing the sound of Joe's sneaks against the marble floor.

Joe clapped him on the back, a buddy pat just in case someone popped out of one of the classrooms that lined the back hall. When no one appeared in the hallway, he let his hand trail down to Kyle’s ass, giving it a slap that made Kyle’s cock thump in his pants. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

Kyle said nothing.

"You ignoring me?" Joe said, slight hurt in his voice.

Kyle slammed his locker shut. "Sorry. I couldn't hear you over the cafeteria food stuck in my ears."

"About that-"

Kyle held up a hand. "Save it."

Joe’s sky blue eyes flashed. “Don’t be like that.”

Kyle crossed his arms. “Don’t be like what, Joe? Cold? Stuck up? Don’t pretend like there’s nothing between us?” He shook his head with loathing. “Why the hell shouldn’t I pretend? You do such a great job with it.”

Joe reached out and brushed his cheek. Kyle cursed his body. It instantly snapped to attention at Joe’s touch, an uncomfortable swelling growing in his jeans.

“I’m sorry,” Joe whispered. He glanced around them then yanked Kyle to the side corridor, out of sight. It was just he and Joe-the quarterback and the art geek.

Kyle’s breath caught in his throat as Joe cupped his chin, willing him to look him dead on. “You know it’s all bullshit. You know how I feel about you.”

“Do I now?” Kyle said sarcastically.

Joe rolled his eyes. “It’s just smoke and mirrors.”

Kyle pulled away, his shaggy brown hair dusting into his eyes. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, man. Whatever helps you get by.”

“You don’t think I care about you?” Joe’s shoulders squared as he pressed Kyle against the wall. He smelled like sweat and body spray and the syrupy scent of shampoo. Kyle felt his erection against his abdomen. He had one of his own, tugging at the seams.

“Call me crazy,” Kyle said, ignoring his body’s carnal reaction, “But generally when someone cares about a person, they don’t let their friends treat them like crap.”

Joe took a step back, gripping his hair in frustration. “I can’t control them, Kyle. They’re idiots.”

“They’re your friends,” Kyle said pointedly. “What does that say about you if you hang out with idiots?”

“I’m not their keeper,” Joe said with a shrug.

“That’s real mature,” Kyle said with a snort. “We’re both adults here, Joe. Eighteen years old. Why don’t you take some responsibility for your actions and stop acting like a damn infant?”

He held his gym bag tight to his side as he breezed toward the locker room. Once inside, he angrily threw the bag on a bench and kicked off his chucks. What he needed was a good long shower. Maybe he could covertly call it a day and camp out in Starbucks before school let out.

He froze when he felt Joe come up behind him, running his calloused fingers down his side. He and Joe were polar opposites. Joe was a beefcake, with caramel brown skin, compliments of football and track. His body was rippled with muscles that made Kyle's mouth water. His face was strong and handsome, with a tease of dimples when he smiled, sky blue eyes and curly dark ringlets.

Kyle had a lean figure, a result of years of ballet. His features were softer, with large set green eyes and waifish hair. His thick lips seemed out of place with his other gentle features but they were perfect for kissing, among other things.

“Just go away, Joe.”

"I'm sorry,” Joe’s voice was insistent. “You have to believe me.”

Kyle wanted to, but he remained quiet.

"It's not so easy for me," Joe explained. "I'm not you."

Kyle stepped away from him. "It’s a brave new world and I’m not the first or only gay guy at Creighton High. This whole doe eyed, living in the 1900’s shit is getting old."

"Yeah, but you promised you'd give me until freshman year. I can be whoever I want in college."

"Puhlease," Kyle snorted, unzipping his fly. "You'll go to State and become some football frat boy douche…and maybe I'll find someone who'll let me hold his hand in public." He pulled off his sticky t-shirt, then his pants. "Just go fuck a cheerleader or make fun of some handicapped kid. It's what you do best."

Kyle twisted the hot faucet on and stood under the stream. He cocked his head to the side when he heard the curtain snap to the side.

"What the-"

"There's one other thing I do best," Joe said thickly.

Kyle's protests were silenced when Joe's hand stroked his dark hair and pressed his soft lips against his. It was magic, some sort of mindfuckery, Joe's kisses. They had the ability to reduce Kyle to a puddle on the floor. In those moments, the whole world stopped.

Joe joined him beneath the shower head and Kyle brought him closer letting out a moan as he felt Joe's swollen cock.

Joe trailed his lips from Kyle's mouth across his cheek to his ear. "Let me."

Kyle wanted to grab a tuff of his hair, take him to the floor and shove his cock down his throat, but he shook his head instead. "No, I'm not gonna do this."

Joe took a step back, his face registering shock. Even Kyle's member thumped in surprise. For someone who played straight like a champ, Joe could suck one helluva cock. But the feel of his friend's hands lifting and dumping him in the garbage was still fresh in his mind. His body longed for a good blowjob, but his head, his heart reminded him that outside the locker room, Joe treated him like shit. Good blow or not, it just wasn't worth it.

Kyle turned his back to him. "Get the hell outta here, man. I'm not interested."

Joe ignored him, slithering a hand to his groin and taking Kyle's hardened cock in his firm grip. "Your dick says otherwise."

He knew he should struggle, but he let Joe jerk him. Kyle put both hands on the shower wall, the beads of water pelting him as waves of pleasure rocked him as Joe worked the length of him. His hold was strong and sure. He knew how to make a cock feel good.

"Let me show you," Joe murmured.

Kyle let out a gasp as he felt Joe's erection against his flesh. The sensations were magnified when Joe nipped at his neck, making his way to Kyle's ear.

"Oh god," Kyle whispered. Joe's teeth grazed the tender flesh of his earlobe. It was Kyle's spot. The area that burst with feeling. One kiss, one lick, one bite and he’d be putty in Joe's hand.

"Show me," he whispered, conceding. "Show me how sorry you are, baby."

Joe's hand trailed down his side, making its way to his stiffy, taking hold of it. He squeezed it, making Kyle cry out in ecstasy. He liked a good, firm touch from his man. He liked it a little rough.

He let out a mewl of devotion as Joe gave his ass a good slap, then another. "Spread those legs," Joe whispered thickly.

Kyle turned his head to the left as he made an X with his body, spreading his legs wide. The water rushed down his flesh, adding to the symphony of rapture. He knew what was next and it was enough to make him cum on the spot.

No, he told himself. After all he put me through, I can make him work for it. I have to.

The thunderclap of water lessened and Kyle sunk his teeth into his lip. He felt Joe's hand on his hips, making their way to his cheeks. He massaged the mounds, making them jiggle.

"Yes," Kyle moaned, throwing his head back. Joe was grazing his ass cheeks with his teeth, doling out teasing bites as he massaged him. He felt the cool air combine with a warm steady trickle of water as Joe spread his cheeks. Joe grabbed his hips and buried himself inside his crack.

"Oh yeah," Kyle groaned. Joe's tongue darted and flicked, teasing his tight little hole until he squirmed. The bumpy ridges of his tongue were divine, each stroke blurring the dumpster incident.

"Tongue it," Kyle coached. "Put it inside my ass."

With a moan, Joe obliged, burrowing his tongue inside Kyle's butthole. Kyle rocked against the thrusts, wanting to freeze time, freeze the moment and make it last forever.

But third period P.E. would be coming in at any moment and as badly as he wanted Joe to tongue his ass for hours, unless they were both ready to make some confessions, they couldn't tarry. Joe had to fill him with his cock.

"The lube," Kyle said hoarsely. "It's in the side pocket of my gymbag."

Joe let out a chuckle. "You naughty bitch. You were counting on this, weren't you?"

"Counting on it is a stretch," Kyle called after him, jerking his length. Wishing was closer. Hoping. Praying.

Joe came back in, brandishing the tube. Kyle went to turn around, but Joe stopped him.

"I'm not done showing you how sorry I am," Joe said, his eyes sparkling.

Kyle's heart beat out as his stud, his Joe, with his glistening muscles and All American good looks, lowered himself to his knees.

Kyle pushed wet strands from his lover's eyes. "The tile doesn't hurt?"

Joe shook his head. "Not as bad as this want for you." He leaned forward, taking hold of Kyle's rod. He teased the tip, his tongue diving in his slit and following it with his thumb. His hand measured him with a stroke before he took the length of Kyle in his mouth.

Kyle leaned his head back, the water cascading down his face. Joe's mouth was made for his cock-it knew his ins and outs. He'd tease him with speeds, always knowing just how much to give before pulling away, leaving Kyle starving for more.

With one final slow slob, Joe rose to his feet. He brought Kyle's lips to his and they kissed, the taste of desire mingling and driving them both wild.

Joe leaned back, teasing Kyle's nose with his own. "Now I'm ready for that ass."

Kyle promptly turned. He bent his knees slightly. He felt Joe's cock against his butt as he took hold of his hips and lifted one of his legs. This was one of their favorite positions, giving Joe access to Kyle's hole but still letting Kyle hold the reins and determine the speed.

"You ready?" Joe whispered hotly.

"Do it," Kyle whispered. "Fuck me!"

Joe let out a moan as he entered him and Kyle swore he could feel it in his bones. His ass squeezed Joe's thickness, quivering with each thrust. Kyle rocked against him, relishing the feel of his lover filling him up. He brought his hand to his erection, jerking himself in time. This moment was bliss. No dumb jocks, no diva theater teachers. In the locker room, beneath the warm water, they were just two guys with needs that only the other could fulfill.

"Oh Kyle," Joe whimpered, his thrusts becoming wild. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. Cum with me!"

With Joe's lips on his neck, tugging his earlobe, Kyle felt his thighs contract, his balls filling with desire. "I'm about to cum…oh god…oh god!"

He felt the rhythmic spray of Kyle's sperm as he unloaded in his ass, the warmth oozing from his hole. His own sperm splattered on his chest, making a slow trail down the shower wall as his labored breathing relaxed.

Kyle stepped beneath the stream of water, smiling to himself as Joe wrapped his arms around him. After one last peck, Joe turned to grab a towel, but Kyle yanked him back, holding his face in his hands as he gave him a kiss that robbed the air from his lungs.

Kyle was the first to pull away, doing one last rinse before he shut off the water and dried himself off with the towel.

Joe still stood where he left him, flabbergasted. "What was that for?"

Kyle walked from the stall, drying off his hair. "I want you to think about that kiss, about what we did and the sounds you made next time your fucktard friends decide they wanna mess with me."

Joe took a step forward. "Kyle-"

"No," Kyle said, shaking his head as the brutal truth reared his head. "You know, graduation's in a few months. You'll go to State, I'll go to New York. After your star dies you'll probably end up back in this crappy town with an apple pie wife and a couple of kids." Kyle pulled on a shirt and jeans. "I actually feel kinda sorry for you. I mean, Craigslist will help you find a blowjob or two, but in the night, when you're beside the woman who'll never really make you happy, trapped, remember that you could have chosen a different path but were too much of a coward."

And with that, Kyle looped his bag over his shoulder, pushing back into the hallway.

“Mom! You can’t be serious! I have to be ready for the pool party, and I can’t do it without you!”

Josh Granger glanced over at his stepsister. Amy looked pissed, which only made her look cuter. Even with both her hands in casts. He didn’t intend to listen in on her private phone call, but as loud as she was shouting, he would’ve heard her from a couple of streets over.

“No, I can’t,” she snarled. “None of my friends can help me tonight, and I have to be there at eight tomorrow morning. I can’t-”

She rolled her eyes at something his stepmom said. “Fine. I’ll think of something. If I bleed to death, it’s your fault.” She snapped her phone closed and slumped in the easy chair with one of her casts over her eyes.

“Problem?”

He made sure to keep most of his attention on the video game he was playing. He had no desire to be on the rough side of her tongue. Even though she was his age-eighteen-she had the skills of a much older woman when it came to verbally dissecting someone who annoyed her. She’d gotten even better at it since she’d taken that tumble off her ex-boyfriend’s shoulders at the last pool party.

“The airline cancelled our illustrious parent’s flight because some idiot broke the damned plane. The earliest they can get home is tomorrow afternoon. I am so screwed.”

“Why? I can give you a lift.”

She gave him a flat stare. “I was already counting on that, but it won’t do me a bit of good if I can’t get ready.”

He paused the game and stared at her with a frown. “I know those things are a pain in the ass, but you’ve been getting dressed without help for weeks. How hard can a swimsuit and flip-flops be?”

“Hello? Bikini. I can’t damn well shave my legs with casts on my hands.”

That explained the ‘bleed to death’ comment. “None of your friends can take the time to help you out? That sucks.”

“Tell me about it. I already called everyone and got a ton of excuses.”

“You didn’t ask me.”

He grinned to show her he was kidding. They’d lived together since their parents had married four years ago, and while he still fantasized about her, she’d made it crystal clear that she wasn’t dating someone living in her house. Not even someone unrelated to her. After seeing how prickly she could be, he quickly found himself coming to share her point of view.

She opened her mouth to snap at him, but froze before saying a word. The funniest look came over her face. “You know, that might work.”

He almost dropped the controller. “Say what?”

“I’m being serious. I don’t have a lot of choices. Will you?”

“Uh, sure.”

What kind of idiot wouldn’t want to get that close to a hot girl he saw every day, who usually insisted on running around the house in shorts that Daisy Duke would hesitate to wear?

She gave him the eye. “There will be no hanky-panky. I tell you what to do, and you do exactly what I say. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He held up his hands. “You’re the boss.”

“I know this is a huge mistake, but I’m out of options. Don’t make me kill you.” She stood up and headed for her bedroom without another word, gesturing for him to follow.

Her room was bigger than his was, which was sometimes annoying, but he could understand why. She had stuffed her closets full of clothes and shoes. Other stuff covered every flat space. She’d disabused him of the notion that girls were neater than boys were.

He stepped inside and eyed the familiar mess. Her dresser didn’t have a top, from what he could see. There was only a sea of bottles and tubes. More than any one person could possibly need. True, women’s makeup was a mystery, but seriously.

The bed was only a twin, but a queen wouldn’t have fit. A frilly pink comforter and dozens of stuffed animals covered the silk sheets.

She opened the door to her bathroom and stepped inside. “I’ll sit on the toilet. My razor is in the shower, with the shaving cream. You can start with my underarms, and if that works out, my legs.”

She took a deep breath and started tugging her blouse over her head awkwardly. Josh stepped up and tugged it out of her fingers, pulling it smoothly over her head, taking a quick moment to admire her bra-covered breasts while she couldn’t see him. With her arms over her head, they looked even bigger, which was saying something. Amy was seriously stacked.

Her eyes had narrowed when the blouse finally came off. “Were you staring at my tits?”

“Absolutely not. I’m a professional.”

“You’re a jerk, and of course you were staring. Eyes up.” She sat down.

He found the razor and shaving cream right where she said it would be and set them beside the sink. “Okay, give me the lay of the land. If this is anything like when I shave, you have certain directions that get closer to the skin.”

“I can’t see how you guys stand those thick hairs poking through your skin.” She shuddered and raised her arm. “Be careful. If I bleed, you bleed.”

He knelt down beside her, a process made more difficult by the boner tenting his pants. It was probably better for him if she didn’t see that.

He’d never examined a woman’s pit closely before. Her hair was short, looking like a delicate five o’clock shadow on her gracefully curved flesh. Her delicate feminine scent was making his dick as hard as an iron bar.

Noting the direction the hairs ran, he turned on the water, making it hot, but not scalding. The hairs scratched against his fingers as he dampened them and spread a little shaving cream.

The process of shaving her underarm was a lot more erotic than he expected. The soft sound of the razor, the smoothness of her skin under his touch. The swell of her breast right there in front of his face.

He used a damp washrag to clean her skin. A last run of his fingers only found a couple of spots needing a second pass. When he finished, he leaned far enough forward to see her face.

“How’s that?”

She looked a little flushed. Probably embarrassed. She stood up and examined herself in the mirror. “Better than I expected, actually. I’ll have to face the sink for you to get my other side.”

Her eyes locked on his crotch when he stood up, her eyes widening before she scowled at him. “Jesus! You’re turned on!”

“Seriously? You think I’m a saint? Of course I’m turned on! You’re hot, and this is sexy. Don’t worry. I’ll control my lust.”

He held her elbow while she sat down and repeated the process on her other armpit. When he was finished, he and his hand had an appointment.

Amy eyed him a bit uncertainly before standing up. He brushed her hands aside and undid her belt. “Just think of this as my reward for helping you out.”

Her eyes rolled, but she didn’t club him with a cast. “You are such a pervert. I’m your freaking stepsister and you want to undress me. You’ll probably run back to your room and beat off.”

His only answer was a smile. He undid the button to her jeans and slowly lowered her zipper, revealing a slice of heaven. In this case, heaven was a pair of silky black panties. He tugged her jeans until the fell to the floor, never taking his eyes off her.

“Hello? Eyes up here. It’s rude to stare at my underwear.”

He reluctantly moved his eyes to her face. “It’ll be hard to shave you without looking.”

She sighed. “Fine. I must be crazy. Stare all you want, just as long as you get busy.” She explained how best to cover her legs and leaned back to let him work.

He tried to focus on her legs, but his eyes kept darting up to her cloth-covered mound. The lavender scent of her body wash made his cock even more sensitive. He’d better be careful, or he might pop a load in his pants.

Her feet were unexpectedly dainty. He started at her calves and worked up to her knees. The higher he climbed, the easier it was to get lost staring between her legs. He could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the fabric. He noticed a slightly musky scent and wondered if that was her sex.

If he thought her armpits had been an erotic adventure, her legs were ten times better. The touch of her soft skin made his mouth water. The sound of her breathing seemed to match his heartbeat, which was racing. She would never admit it, but he thought this was turning her on.

Once he reached her knees, she had no choice but to spread her legs to give him better access. That brought her pussy into full view. He could see the shape of her lips through the cloth and the musky smell was stronger.

She reached down and tapped her mound with one finger. “Up periscope, perv. You’ve stared at the goods long enough. Shave.”

He had no idea how long he’d been staring, but it hadn’t been long enough.

Josh pulled her to the edge of the toilet so he could get all her exposed skin. The outer legs were interesting, but the fun started when he started on her inner thighs.

His position made him all too aware of how close his face was to her pussy. Close enough to imagine going down on her. And close enough to see the damp spot on her panties.

She was getting into it!

He enjoyed every second of shaving her upper legs, taking care to get every sensitive spot possible under his blade and then his fingers as he searched for rough spots. Her breathing definitely got a bit ragged when his fingertips brushed her mound. The wet spot got bigger, too.

She would probably be taking care of business later, too.

Josh paused while he considered that. The cast only left the ends of her fingers exposed. That would make it hard to reach where she would have to get, especially since she couldn’t bend her wrists. He didn’t think she could manage.

He also thought she would club him to death if he offered to help with that little task, too, so he kept his mouth firmly shut.

“There. I think I got everything.” He visualized her in her skimpy suit and frowned. “Wait a second. Where’s your suit?”

“It’s hanging on the back of the door. Why?” Her voice was a little shaky.

He set the razor down and found the suit. It was even skimpier than he remembered. He held up the bottoms for her to look at. “These are a lot narrower than your panties.”

“So what…” Her voice trailed off as what he was getting at hit her. “No.”

“If you wear this, you’ll have a nice little strip of hair poking out the sides.”

She licked her lips. “And you think that means you get to shave me there? You have lost your mind.”

“Do you have another suit?”

She shook her head.

“Then you have to make the call. A little extra trim or you look like Sasquatch.”

“Oh, and you have no horse in this race? You just want to see my pussy.”

“Your panties don’t leave much to the imagination, so I’ve already seen your pussy. A little more skin and you’re done.”

He continued when she still looked torn. “Look, let’s not bullshit. You’re turned on, too. Stopping now won’t change that.”

Amy swallowed noisily, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “I knew I was going to regret this.” She opened her eyes and glared at him. “This is all your fault.”

“Of course it is. Look, no one ever has to know.”

Amy sighed again. “This is humiliating.” She spread her legs. “Get it over with.”

He stopped the grin before it made it onto his face, picked up the razor, and knelt between her legs again. His palms spread her legs as wide as they would comfortably go, vastly improving his view of her pussy through the thin fabric. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible, and he thought they might be bigger than they were a few minutes ago. The wet spot certainly was.

The next bit was tricky. If he moved too much cloth, she would balk. If he touched anything more than absolutely necessary, she might even kick him. But he would finally be touching her in a sexual way. She might never say anything, but he knew she was horny because of him. That would tide him over many lonely nights.

His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties on one side and pulled them back half an inch, exposing both the stubble from her last shave and a few long, curly hairs. She felt as hot as a furnace under his fingers. A glance up revealed she had her eyes closed and her mouth a bit open.

The shaving cream was incredibly fun to spread around the edge of her panties, especially since applying it made her squirm. He took special care to be gentle as he shaved the exposed part of her mound.

The heel of his hand brushed her pussy as he switched to the other side, making her gasp. He froze, but she didn’t say anything. The damp heat against his hand raised his desire to even higher levels. He pretended not to notice where his hand was resting and started shaving her other side.

She didn’t speak until he was done. “That…that was okay. I was thinking, maybe you should finish.” She sounded breathless.

His heart froze in his chest. “Are you serious?”

Her answer was to raise her hips.

No way was he arguing. He set the razor down, hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties, and slowly pulled them down.

Her pussy was just as pretty as he’d imagined, with light brown hairs covering it just enough to shade the red, puffy lips of her pussy. It opened a little like a flower as he watched.

“Okay, this is totally different than me shaving. What do I need to do?”

“There are some scissors in the drawer. Get close with that. Be very careful, and go slowly. Start with everything away from…you know.”

“Your pussy? I think it’s okay to say the word.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re getting pretty full of yourself. If I could use my hands, I’d do you next.”

“You can do me any time you like.”

She closed her eyes. “Dammit, I walked right into that.”

He smiled as he dug out the scissors. This was already turning into the day of his dreams, and it might get better, if he played his cards right.

He ran his hand across her mound, reveling in the feel if her pubic hair across his palm.

She gasped. “Josh!”

“Did that feel good?” He didn’t wait for her to respond before starting to trim her curly hair as close to her skin as possible. She gasped a wiggled a little, especially when he got close to her pussy lips.

He held his breath when he finished, and brushed his fingertips down her slit. She gasped and bit her lip, but didn’t stop him.

That emboldened him and he took his time spreading the shaving cream across her mound. By the time he had her ready, she was not quite able to keep her soft moans to herself. Her hips twitched every time he came near her clit.

Shaving the stubble off her mound had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever done. Her breathing went all ragged, and her body kept twitching. Her legs slid as wide open as she could get them, and he could see a little way down the pink tunnel beside his hand.

Amy licked her lips when he finished wiping her off with the washcloth. “You’re not done yet. There are a bunch of little hairs on my labia. Please be careful.”

He almost stopped breathing. She really wanted him to touch her pussy. It was a dream come true.

The scent of her arousal was unmistakable when he got closer. Her lips were hot and moist under his fingers as he spread her wide, looking for the almost invisible hairs in all the awkward places. A dab of cream and a slow slide of the razor here and there set her to quaking. That made the task very challenging, but a massive turn on.

When he couldn’t find any more hair, he knew the moment of truth had arrived. If she didn’t really want him to do more, she’d hurt him.

He brushed the tip of his index finger across the top of her slit, making her moan. When she didn’t say anything, he started rubbing her in slow circles. He watched her face as he played with her pussy. Her eyes stayed closed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Her voice was almost too soft for him to hear.

“Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes were unfocused when she opened them, but he could see a hint of her usual fire in their depths.

“I think you know what I want. I want to come. It’s been weeks, and I’m going crazy.”

He ran his finger down her slit, until it sank into her depths. Molten fire gripped his digit and squeezed. He worked it inside her and watched her shiver and moan. A second finger made her squirm even more. He quickly found a rhythm she liked, fucking her with two fingers while his thumb rubbed her clit.

“Does that feel nice?”

“God, yes! My pussy is on fire. I had no idea it would be so sensitive. You feel so good. Go faster.”

He sped up a little and kissed her inner thigh as he brought her higher and higher. When she was almost ready to come, he slowed down. That got her attention.

“You bastard! Don’t do this to me. Make me come.”

“I will. I just need to know you’ll take care of me when I’m done.”

“Josh, I can’t use my hands!”

“You don’t need them for this.” He leaned down and swiped his tongue across her clit. She jerked as if he’d electrocuted her. He dug between her folds with the tip of his tongue, teasing her nub.

“Jesus! Eat me, and I’ll do it. Please!”

He spread her pussy with his fingers and started exploring her with his tongue. The musky scent of her and the tangy flavor made every movement of his cock in his pants pure torture. His previous girlfriend wouldn’t go past third base, but she had educated him on how to go down. His stepsister clearly approved.

In just a few minutes, she almost clubbed him unconscious trying to grab his head, crying out and gushing nectar onto his tongue. He plunged two fingers into her depths and enjoyed the crushing sensation of her muscles contracting as she came.

He pulled back before she became too sensitive, kissing his way slowly up her stomach. He paused at her belly button and teased it, enjoying the salty sweat that had gathered in its depths. He looked up and watched her watch him as he made his way toward her bra-covered breasts.

This was certainly going the opposite direction from where things were supposed to go. He had gone down on her without ever having see her tits or kissing her.

He reached around her and fumbled a bit with her bra, finally popping it loose. He brought his hands in front of her and slid them under the fabric to cup her firm globes. She arched her back and moaned.

It took a bit of finesse to get the straps past her casts, but he finally dropped it beside her panties. Her tits were everything he had imagined: large, firm, and they had the cutest little brown nipples.

She groaned when he took one in his mouth, chewing on it gently. “Yes…that’s it. Suck my nipple. That feels so good.”

Josh took his time exploring every inch if her flesh, licking, kissing, and sucking. By the time he worked his way up to her neck, she was trembling again.

Her neck turned out to be incredibly sensitive. She gasped and moaned as he kissed her. Her earlobes and the spot just under her jaw were particularly susceptible.

“Do me again, Josh. Finger me till I come. I’m so close.”

He slid his hand back down to rub her clit while he licked her neck, and she came almost instantly. He teased her ear while she writhed in pleasure. When she came back down, he kissed her on the mouth, parting her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back aggressively, forcing her tongue into his mouth and dueling with him. The taste of her was indescribably sensual.

She broke the kiss after a minute and looked at him with eyes filled with desire. “This won’t be comfortable for either of us. Help me up.”

Josh stood and helped his beautiful, naked stepsister to her feet. She walked out the door with a swish to her hips, emphasizing her curves and her killer ass.

Amy sat on the edge of her bed and rested her casts on her legs. “Much better. If you’ll do the honors?”

His heart raced as he stood in front of her, trying to get his pants to unzip. His cock was doing its best to bust out on its own, which slowed progress.

Her eyes danced with laughter as she watched his struggle. She leaned forward and blew hot air through the denim.

Her hot breath sent a shock through his system, but he managed to pull the zipper down. Feeling a little self-conscious, he fished his cock out of his underwear.

She smiled. “Nice. Why didn’t someone tell me my brother was hung like a horse?”

“We both know that isn’t true, but thanks.”

Amy opened her mouth and swiped her tongue across the head of his cock, capturing the bead of precum that head leaked out. “Mmm. You have nothing to feel ashamed about.”

She tilted her head and licked his length like a lollipop. “You smell nice, and taste even better. Remember I can’t control your depth, so don’t push too hard, or I’ll choke.”

The combination of her mouth and her words made his cock twitch. He didn’t even know if his legs would support him when she swallowed him.

Her mouth scorched his flesh when she took his head between her lips, sucking it gently and rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue. She moaned, and the vibration shot through him to his fingertips. She started a shallow bobbing motion, taking a few inches of him into her mouth.

Even without her hands, she gave better head than his last girlfriend had. He was already on the verge of coming. He wanted this to last, so he thought of math problems. That was usually good to keep him from getting there too quickly.

That didn’t work this time. His mind kept coming back to how good his stepsister’s mouth felt as she blew him. The way she looked up into his eyes didn’t help, either. The lust was plain in them.

She pulled back. “I’m going to take you all the way. Hands down.”

He hadn’t even realized he had his hands on her head, guiding her as she sucked his cock. He dropped them to his sides.

Amy took a deep breath, and took him deep. She swallowed and took him halfway down. Her lips writhed as she kept swallowing. She ate his cock until her lips settled around the base of his cock. She looked up at him with those doe eyes, her nose buried in his pubic hair, and stuck her tongue out to lick his balls.

He almost lost it right there, watching her smile around his meat, but he managed to hold off. She pulled back slowly, her teeth gently scraping his flesh as she withdrew.

“I didn’t think I could manage that. I love deepthoating. And licking a man’s balls.”

She ducked under his cock and sucked one of his sensitive balls into her mouth while his shaft rubbed her cheek. He’d never felt anything like it. She licked and sucked his balls until they were wet with her saliva.

He ran his hands down her arms as she did the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to him with their mouths.

After a few minutes, she pulled back and looked up at him. “I can suck you off, or you can fuck me, if you have a condom.”

He almost broke his neck trying to run with his pants around his ankles. A couple of stumbling kicks sent them into the hall, and he sprinted for his room. Seconds later, he returned with the box.

Amy smiled as she pushed herself back on her bed, brushing some of the stuffed animals to the floor. “Get naked, Josh. I want to feel every inch of you pressed inside of me. Hurry.”

If there was a Guinness World Record for getting naked, he broke it. His trembling fingers dropped the package twice before he tore it open and sheathed his cock in latex.

She had the grace not to laugh. Her smile was more hungry than humorous. She spread her legs lewdly. “Get over here and fuck your sister.”

He knelt between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit to lubricate it. She moaned and thrust her hips, trying to help him slip inside her. When the angle felt right, he pushed forward and sank into her steamy depths.

“Oh, God!” she cried, as he pressed his body against hers, every inch of them touching.

“It’s been too long. I should’ve snuck into your room instead of brushing you off. If I knew how well you could eat pussy, I would have.”

“I’m not adverse to the idea. You wouldn’t even need to sneak tonight. We could take our time.”

“That’s later. Fuck me hard and fast, little brother.”

He grinned. They didn’t share any blood, but the taboo thought still made his cock jump. “I’m only a month younger than you.”

Her answer was to wrap her legs around his waist and squeeze.

His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, fucking her with short, sharp thrusts. Her legs loosened a little, letting him pull almost out of her and plunge back inside her with smooth power.

She cried out in pleasure every time he bottomed out inside her. The sound of their flesh slapping together was sexy as hell. It pushed him toward the edge fast, but he kept pushing it back. He wanted her to come first. Her pleasure was the key to his, especially if he wanted this situation to repeat.

The sensations of her body moving against his made that very hard: her legs holding him close, his thighs rubbing against hers, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her nipples trying to dig a hole in his skin, her mouth wet and hungry on his and her tight, hot pussy clenching his cock tight with every thrust.

Even though it was close, she came first, crushing him inside and out as she thrashed about in unspeakable pleasure. He slammed his cock into her, enjoying the nasty, wet squishing her pussy made as he plunged into it. He felt that moment of no return drawing close. “I’m going to come.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Come on my face!”

Josh pulled out of her, ripped the condom off, and crawled up her body just in time to come. His hand hardly touched his cock before it shot stream after stream of white cum onto her face as she lay there with her eyes closed and mouth open.

The first rope of cum landed on her nose, the second straight into her mouth, and the rest left her cheeks a sticky, gooey mess. She made a big show of coating her tongue with his seed before swallowing it.

“I can’t see or use my fingers, so you need to feed me the rest of your cum with your fingers. Just scoop it in.”

He gathered some of it with his finger and slid it into her mouth. She promptly sucked it clean as if she was giving it a blowjob. He repeated the process until the last of it was gone, leaving a sticky residue.

She opened her mouth. “Cock, please.” She sucked it dry, and licked it clean with a moan.

He climbed off the bed on shaky legs and used his undershirt to make sure her eyes were free and clear before wiping her face clean. When he was done, she smiled up at him, her eyes soft with satisfaction.

“This was definitely a good idea. My pussy is so sensitive; I thought my head was going to explode.”

Josh snuggled against his stepsister and kissed her deeply, tasting himself, but not minding. “You sure know how to treat family, big sister. You feel up to going another round?”

She smiled. “Hell, yes, but you can’t wear me out too much. We have a pool party to go to tomorrow morning. I can’t swim, but I bet you can distract me.”

“Won’t that start everyone to talking?”

“Fuck ‘em. We’re not related.”

“You say that until our parents find out. Besides, I’d rather you fuck me.”

Amy smiled lazily. “Suit up and come to big sister.”

Claudia pulled up to the curb in front of Paul’s office building and he stepped out to meet her. He’d actually gotten off on time today, so she only had to circle the block twice. She smiled and admired the view. No way would she ever get tired of seeing him in a suit.

He dropped his briefcase into the back of her convertible and slid into the passenger seat. He leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss before he buckled up. “Hey, beautiful. Thanks for picking me up.”

She pulled back into traffic and started working her way uptown. “It’s the least I can do for my boyfriend on his birthday. Especially when I have super-secret plans that I don’t want disrupted.”

“Disrupted? Am I that unreliable?”

She slapped his leg. “No, silly. You’re sometimes little…unpredictable. I want your birthday to be perfect.”

He laid his hand on her leg and rubbed the fabric in small circles. “Just having you with me makes it prefect.”

Her heat level rose at his touch. He knew exactly what to say and do to make her all mushy inside. He really was the one she could share her life with and tell all her secrets to.

“I feel the same way. You mean everything to me. And because of that, I’m going to give you a very special gift tonight.”

“Mmmm. I like surprises. Is it under this dress?”

She slapped his hand when he reached for the hem of her cocktail dress. “No peeking! You’ll have to wait until after dinner to find out.”

He leaned back in his seat. “Peeking while driving could be interesting, but I won’t use my powers of disruption to ruin your plans. What can you tell me?”

“First comes dinner at that new restaurant at the resort.”

“The one you’ve been trying to get a reservation at for the last two months? I thought they were booked solid all the way through the summer. Now you tell me you got a table on my birthday. Do you have super powers?”

She grinned at him. “I had to do a lot of fast talking and there was this contract written in my own blood I had to sign.”

“I’m honored that you’d make a deal with the Devil to get us in, but I’d rather you keep your soul, if that’s all right.”

“Don’t worry, lover boy. I didn’t have to trade my soul. I talked with the owner and we came to an…understanding.”

He smiled slyly. “Don’t tell me you traded your virtue for a dinner reservation. Unless, of course, he was hot.”

She gave him a sultry glance. “Is that what you want to hear? That I bartered sexual favors in exchange for a table? Maybe he was gay. It might be you paying the bill.”

Paul laughed. “Touche! I’ll stop teasing. Thank you for getting us a table and thank you for going to all the extra effort for me. I really appreciate it.”

“You are so worth it. After dinner, we’ll adjourn to a room at the resort so that you can get your present. I’ll give you a hint. It’s one of those little fantasies of mine that get you all worked up.”

“Ooooo. Which one?”

She shook her head and pulled into the resort parking lot. “That would be telling. I’ve taken the liberty of getting the props into the room, so all you have to do is get through dinner to find out.”

“Maybe we should-”

“Don’t you even think about it. After everything I went through to get this reservation, we are damned well going to eat first.”

She stopped the car in the valet area a bit more aggressively that she normally would have, making the tires chirp. The valet helped her out with a smile and handed her a claim ticket.

Paul held the door to the restaurant open for her and bowed from the waist. “My most humble apologies for letting my base male instincts slip out.”

“Jerk.” She pinched his side and made him yelp. “That’s better.”

Tourists and vacationers filled the lobby, hurrying here and there to do whatever people did on vacation. The echo of their footsteps on the marble floor was like an ocean of sound, crashing onto the shores of her ears in waves. The volume trailed off as they followed the signs to the restaurant.

The maitre de smiled politely at them. “Welcome to Bolisimo’s. What name is the reservation?”

She smiled as she redirected his attention from Paul to her. “Claudia Beckham.”

The man checked his list and nodded. “I have your table ready, Miss. Please come this way.”

He wove through the crowded tables and led them to the back of the room near the kitchen doors. Once they sat down, he handed them menus. “Mary will be serving you tonight. If I might be so bold, the lobster is excellent and we have a French white that would set it off nicely.”

Just the thought of lobster made her mouth water. She definitely would be following his advice. “We’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

Paul pursed his lips and examined the menu. “Hmmm. I think I’ll go for a T-bone and a beer.”

“Don’t eat too much. You’ll be working out.”

He grinned at her lazily. “Will I? I thought you were running this show.”

“And you think just because I’m calling the shots, you’ll get to lay back and take it easy? Think again, pal. You are going to beg me for a breather.”

A woman’s voice from behind Claudia startled her. “That sounds like fun.”

The woman must’ve come out of the kitchen when they were talking. She stepped up so Claudia could see her. She was a few years older than she was and had bright red hair. “Sorry if I surprised you. I’m Mary. Have you decided what you’d like to have for dinner tonight or shall I just take your drink order?”

Claudia rolled her eyes when Paul’s eyes took a quick detour of their server’s tastefully covered, but ample breasts. She kicked him more as a matter of principle than anger. Men were men, after all.

He jumped a bit and his eyes shot back to the woman’s face. He turned his yelp of pain into a cough. “Oww, um, I mean I’ll have a T-bone and loaded baked potato. Surprise me with your best draft.”

Mary looked at Claudia, only smiling at the byplay. “And you, Miss?”

“I’ll have the lobster and a glass of the French white. The man who brought us back suggested it.”

“I know the one. I’ll be right back with your drinks and your meals will be ready in just a few minutes.”

Claudia kicked Paul again as soon as the woman turned her back and headed for the kitchen.

“Oww! What was that for?”

She smiled sweetly. “That was to keep you from giving her ass the same look you gave her tits. Focus, cave boy. I’m the main act tonight.”

He laughed. “Sorry. It was just an automatic thing. It didn’t mean anything. You’re the only woman I’m interested in.”

“Now that’s what I want to hear. Your faithfulness will be rewarded in just a little while.”

Late on a Saturday morning, she pulled up to the house after driving a half-mile deep into an old growth forest. As soon as she turned up the bumpy gravel road under a canopy of very tall trees her nervousness disappeared and it was instantly replaced by a sense of calm, euphoria and eager anticipation for the wild and wicked sex she had dreamed about for many years.

She had been emailing the man she was about to meet for over a month. She had been masturbating sometimes six or seven times today after rereading his emails and thinking of all the things he said he would do to her, with her, and most definitely in her.

She had always been the good little girl. Got As in high school, was a cheerleader, and lettered in basketball and track. Actually she was the leading scorer for the basketball team and placed in the top 10 in the state in the marathon.

She had a firm lean body that was quite flexible-as a matter of fact, he told her to keep stretching her body until she could lick her own clit-that was the key she had to show him that allowed her to enter The Wicked Woods. She accomplished this wonderfully self-serving feat within the first two weeks, but he made her wait until she could do it long enough to get herself off. She emailed him on Tuesday after she had accomplished this three times out of three attempts in the morning while thinking of what her great reward would be for this special favor that she learned to do for him.

He had called her for the first time on Friday afternoon after she got back to the apartment she shared with two other 19-year-old female college students. Her knees nearly buckled when she heard his smooth firm rich hypnotic voice speak her name for the first time.

Not her real name, but the name that he gave her early on in their email exchanges — “TT” — for r her tiny tits. She told him that in high school she didn’t need to wear a bra, but did anyway hoping her body would get the hint. Her main rival, also a cheerleader, gave her that name in the showers after the first football game of her sophomore year.

Her rival got all the other naked cheerleaders to compare tits, but TT being embarrassed did not want to join in. They grabbed her and all of them played with her always-erect nipples and called her TT until she ran out of the shower crying. She told him it was the most humiliating experience of her young life. She also told him that she first started masturbating after this experience; it was humiliating but it turned her on so.

As she continued up the drive in her ’65 convertible mustang, she cupped her left breast in her left hand. Heredity paid off in the end for now she had conical extremely firm 36 C breasts and her nipples were pressing hard against the skimpy half tee shirt he told her to wear. Desperately she hoped they would be big enough to please him even though she knew that he would call her TT to humiliate her and get her soaking wet at the same time.

She parked where he had told her and she looked at her watch. It was just one minute past noon, her scheduled arrival time. Actually she had been a half hour early and just kept driving around until she just couldn’t wait any longer. She had unlocked the heavy gate using the combination he had told her and then once through locked the gate behind her. This scared her a little, but she also knew they would want complete privacy to do all the things they had written about in the emails.

She found it hard walking in the high-heeled boots he told her to get and she was having a hard time keeping her skimpy leather skirt from riding up her bare ass. What a naughty little Slut she felt like. Getting ready to let a man she had never met, a man older than her father, a man she had long dreamed about, do just about anything he wanted to do to her.

“TT’s” pussy was so wet she could feel her juices running down the soft insides of her thighs. Should she clean herself up for him or would he like to know what kind of effect he has on his hot little slut. The juices were down to the tops of her fishnet thigh highs and her knees wobbled and her hands shook by the time she knocked on the door.

“Master, Sir, Tiny Tits is here to serve you,” with that said she pulled off her half tee shirt and put it on the doorstep. She kneeled at his feet. He was so tall and so sexy, but she knew what he had told her to do once she introduced herself to him and she had better get started.

She very nervously and gently reached inside his shorts and felt his hairy balls and flaccid cock, which she put fully into her mouth and then held still just as she had been instructed. He motioned for her to grab her butt checks with her hands and to give them a long hard squeeze.

He wrapped his fingers and finally his hands in her long curly bottled blond hair and started moving her head up and down on his cock. His cock grew big and then even bigger in her mouth as he fucked her before saying the first word to her.

After a long time, he withdrew his cock from her mouth and she knew that she had to lick his balls clean next. His balls were licked from top to bottom, right to left, left to right and bottom to top, over and over again. She was so wet now that she could not help smelling her own juices as a small puddle was starting to form between her knees.

Abruptly, he pulled her head out from his crotch, pushed her down to the patio and said his first words to her in person, “Alright, you fucking little Slut hole, show me the key and make it good.” She rolled herself into a ball with arms and legs intertwined as her cheeks became streaked with her now cold pussy juices.

Her tongue touched her swollen eager clit and she felt a heat rush boil up and spread throughout her body. He grabbed her by her thighs and rolled her up so her cunt was staring up at the glorious blue sky and bright fall sun. “Lick that clit, Slut; you know that is the key to get you into The Wicked Woods.” She came hard when she heard him speak to her and then she came again. She knew she could not stop licking her clit until he told her and she loved the feeling and most definitely enjoyed pleasing her new Master.

He started spanking her firm ass with his right hand as he started probing inside her with fingers of his left hand. She screamed out in ecstasy as his fingers made their way deep inside her and his spanks get harder and harder. Finally he told her, “Cum, cum, cum, and cum again. Keep cumming, don’t stop, cum, cum, cum and cum again. Come on hole, I told you to keep cumming,” and with that a sharp crack on her sore ass that started off another wave or orgasms. She had been reduced to a spent, used, and abused hole sitting in a puddle of her own cum and that was just the first hour in The Wicked Woods, what would the rest of the weekend bring?

He left her lying there on the patio, whipped and unable to move. He returned later with two glasses of champagne and poured some into her mouth after pulling her up into a sitting position. She reached for the glass and he slapped her hand, “No, I am your Master, I decide when you drink. Remember, you are just a lowly slut trainee.”

“Yes Master. Yes Sir. I am your little fucking cunt Slut hole. I will drink when you want me to drink. I will eat when you want me to eat and I will fuck when you want me to fuck. I will do whatever you want me to do Master.”

He wrapped his arms around her long lanky body, picked her up and carried her inside the house of The Wicked Woods. He carried her first to the couch where he pinned her on her back and first had a taste of TT’s not so tiny tits. Next he filled her face with his cock and balls as he slapped and pinched her tits.

He asked her to shake her head yes or no to any to questions he might ask, she was not to speak unless he gave her permission first. Her tits were so soft, firm and round and her nipples so hard and tasty that he just had to fuck them. He knew she had never had her tits fucked and always dreamed about having big fuckable tits like her two roommates. She got to lick some precum off of her nipples and the tip of his cock. Oh how she wished her high school cheerleading squad was there to watch this-TT getting her tits fucked for the first time at age 19.

He played with her, fucked her, spanked her, tickled her, tied her up, tied her down, bit her, nibbled her, slapped her, pulled her hair, and did everything he wanted to her for a day and a half.

He did her downstairs, upstairs, on the stairs and bent over the upstairs railing. He had her indoors, and outdoors, tied to trees and tied to the bumper of her car. He gave her outfits to wear, some that he tore off of her hot trembling body before ravaging her and others he gently removed in a most seductive way.

He always kept her guessing. She never knew what was going to happen next, a soft kiss on her lips or nipples or a hard smack on the ass. She loved his mind, his imagination, his way with her, his wonderful voice, and his awesome cock that had given her more orgasms in a day-and-a-half than she had altogether in the 4-? years that she had been sexually active.

Late on Sunday afternoon, he walked her to her car. She was dressed in a simple all-white dress with nothing on underneath. She did not want to leave, but she knew he was right that she had to get ready for classes the next morning. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to this beautiful caring and most dominant man; to give her body to him to fuck over and over again; to let him do the most intimate and sometimes most humiliating things to her; to give him whatever he wanted.

He gave her a long, very deep wet kiss and told her he was going to give her a present as she had been an been better slut than he expected. What is it she wondered? She found out soon. He had her in the passenger seat of her convertible with the seat as far back and down as it would go. He stood over her and told her to pull down his shorts and lick his balls and cocks clean and that was to be her present.

She eagerly complied and licked and licked and licked him some more. He grabbed her head and forced it up and down on his cock before pushing her head back firmly against the seat with the weight of his body as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her hot wet eager mouth. He came loud and hard with the force of his cum overpowering her; she came in one giant long — lasting orgasm herself.

As she drove down the half-mile gravel driveway, she felt every one of his kisses, every bite, every tickle, every clothes pin, every drop of wax, every piece of ice, each piece of fruit and vegetables that he used on her during her first visit to The Wicked Woods. She knew that this had just been “basic training” and that subsequent visits would be much more intense, intimate, physical and unpredictable-she could hardly wait.

She hadn’t swallowed all of his cum when he fucked her mouth just a few minutes ago. Some of his hot sweet cum she kept under her tongue. She now swished it all around her mouth and savored the taste before swallowing the last drop as she turned on the road as she left The Wicked Woods, for the first time.