more than friends
more than friends I have secretly wanted my friend Sam for my lover for years.
He is a very handsome man who is six foot two and has very broad shoulders.
His six pack abs and hot ass have always made me melt.
Until yesterday, I had just thought of us as friends and as an impossible fantasy.
Yesterday, he told me that he liked me and had always found me to be very attractive.
He asked if I would ever like to be with him.
I was dumbfounded and could not respond, and we left it at that.
I woke this morning feeling really stupid and found myself wanting to call him.
I reached for the phone, but just as I was typing his number, the screen displayed his name.
He was calling me.
Hesitantly, I put my thumb on the answer button and pushed it.
“Hello, babe,” he said.
“Hey,” I answered wearily.
“Can I come and see you?” he asked.
“Sure.
When?” I said.
“Now.
Open your front door,” he chuckled.
I rushed to my bedroom window and looked out.
He was sitting in his car.
He looked so incredibly hot.
I rushed back to the phone.
“It is alright,” he said.
“Just come and open the door for me.” I said, “Just give me a few seconds to put something on.” He laughed, “Oh, please don’t do that.” I put down the phone and threw on my silk dressing gown.
I ran downstairs and, as I got to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it.
As he came through the door, he bent down to hug me.
We both went to the kitchen, and put on a kettle for tea.
I could feel him staring at me.
It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
It felt like he wanted to grab me and throw me down on the table and take me right then and there.
With that thought in mind, I handed him his cup of tea.
He said, “Look, what I said last night was the truth, but I don’t want it to change our friendship.” “To tell the truth, Sam, I have wanted to tell you something for a very long time,” I said.
Concerned, he looked at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.
As I stopped talking, he put his hand on mine and held it tightly.
“Go on.
Talk to me,” he said.
I spoke hesitantly, “I have always liked you and thought about you as more than just friends.” The moment those words came out my mouth, a smirk appeared on his face.
I then remembered that I was not wearing anything underneath my gown and asked to excuse myself to change.
I walked out the room and into the bedroom, taking off my gown.
I opened my wardrobe and started looking at clothes.
Just then, I felt his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck.
I turned around and he put his hand on my face and he kissed me.
Our tongues darted against each other.
He broke the kiss and stared at me.
“Sam?” I said.
He said nothing, but guided me to the bed.
He put me down on my back and started kissing me again, but this time his hand made its way from my hip to my breast, pinching my nipple just the right amount to make me moan.
He then stopped to remove his shirt and trousers.
He was left wearing only his boxer shorts.
I could see he hard cock sticking through the thin material.
I went to reach for it but he stopped me and pushed my hand away.
“No.
This is about you,” he said.
Without saying a word, he started sucking my right nipple and playing with my other nipple with his left hand.
I began moaning as he then moved his hand down my side and slid it in between my legs and up to the warmth of my pussy.
I gasped as his hand brushed my clit.
He felt how wet I was and started sliding a finger inside me.
He then added another, making me moan aloud.
The excitement of fingering me was bringing him close to climax.
He sat up and took his boxers off, revealing his 8-inch fat cock.
I was in shock he started rubbing it up against my pussy, getting the tip wet.
He slid it in slowly.
I gasped as the monster disappeared of inside my tight, very wet pussy.
He slowly started sliding in and out of me.
I was moaning in pure pleasure and he started to pick up the pace as my pussy had adjusted to his size perfectly.
He started to breathe heavily and pounded my pussy faster.
I felt it throbbing deep inside my pussy and knew that I was going to cum.
My pussy tightened around his cock and a wave of pleasure flashed over body.
I screamed in pleasure.
Sam started to get deeper and moaned as he is climaxed with me.
I felt every drop of his hot cum pump inside me.
He slowed down to a stop and put his head on my shoulder.
He slowly slipped his now deflating cock out of me and laid beside me.
He pulled me over to cuddle up to him.
I put my head on his chest and he pulled the cover over us.
I looked up to him and he kissed my forehead.
“You’re my girl now,” he said.
“Guess I am,” I smiled happily.
Fucking Married – Part 1
Fucking Married – Part 1 Chase is a dirty little slut who loves fucking I didn t know he was married the first time I fucked him.
I was waitressing in a bar and he was out with friends, drinking.
It wasn t that late; early evening, in fact.
He was so handsome.
Tall and chiselled, broad shoulders, smouldering eyes.
He struck up conversation while I was serving them drinks.
He was the whole package charming too.
He told me his name was Paul and that if he had his way he would have my number before he left that night.
Some men just have a way to fluster a girl.
He was one of those men.
When he left, he came right up close to me, so I could feel my breasts against him, and he whispered in my ear Thanks for servicing us.
He then presumptuously bent down and kissed my earlobe.
He had to bend down, as I am far shorter than he is.
When I shivered, and placed my hand on his chest and whispered into his neck, My pleasure sir, we had an intense moment of breath It s the only way I can explain how the room disappeared around us and we were in one another s space so intensely.
He whispered again, When is your break? I whispered back, In 10 minutes.
I could feel his lips smile against my cheek.
I ll wait out back for you then, was all he had to say to have me hooked.
I ve always fancied myself a dirty little slut.
Chance sexual encounters turn me on.
I obviously exuded these signals, as I often find myself available to just these situations.
When I walked out the back door, he was standing against a slick silver Jag, carelessly smoking a cigarette.
I walked up to him and took his cigarette, taking a deep drag from it before throwing it on the ground.
He had the sexiest smile.
He grabbed me by the ass and pulled me in for the first kiss.
A hard, passionate, tongue-probing kiss; dirty, just the way I like it.
I remember pressing myself against his crotch hard.
I couldn t waste time, I was on a smoke break.
I wanted to fuck.
He sensed my urgency.
He picked me up and held me against the cool metal of the car.
Pulling my panties to one side he inserted his fingers into my cunt.
I was already wet and sticky.
He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and smirked as I squirmed and moaned my satisfaction.
But this was wasting time.
Fuck me I told him.
To which he obliged.
His cock was enormous.
Not big, not huge enormous! The biggest I ve ever had.
It was a bit of a shock at first but that didn t stop him from pounding hard into my tight pussy.
I was gushing in mere seconds.
He had to hold me up so I didn t fall onto the floor.
It didn t take him long either.
I felt his hot load fill me up, and his cock pulsate as it released the hot sticky cum deep inside me.
Leaning against me, leaning against the car, we both heaved for breath for a few minutes.
Then he said What was your name again? Chase? How about that number now I d like you to meet my wife.
What the fuck? I had never had that happen to me before.
It knocked the wind out of my sails a bit but I did give him my number; I wanted to feel that enormous cock again and I just hoped he was joking about the wife part.
That he was married suited me just fine, in fact, as it meant no commitment expectations.
I liked fucking too much and a variety of fucks, at that.
I was not a one man type of gal.
I didn t wait for his call or anything.
Like I said, my sexual needs are always met.
When I want sex, I find sex.
I m open to it and always seem to be satisfied.
When he called though, I was glad.
Excited, even It s always dirtier when the man you re fucking is cheating on his wife.
I eagerly agreed to meet him again at a hotel room, in his car and a few more times in the back alley after drinks with his friends.
You are a promiscuous little slut.
I find you delectable.
I wonder just how adventurous you re willing to get? Paul said to me one evening while we were smoking a cigarette in the back alley after another mind blowing fuck session.
You never know, baby…
I might just surprise you, I cheekily replied.
My sweetheart I think you might just surprise yourself,” he said and left it at that.
He was interesting, this one.
I couldn t help but wonder where this was all going.
That is, until I got a call from his wife.
Hello is this Chase? she asked.
Yes, that s me, I replied.
Hi, Chase.
This is Tam.
I m Paul s wife.
I got your number off his phone.
I was quiet for a second and then quickly replied, Paul? Who s Paul? She laughed on the other side of the phone, Don t worry, hun I m not phoning cause I m busting you.
I know Paul fucks other people.
I believe you are his flavour of the month.
I just like to meet his girls.
She really didn t sound angry at all.
Again, what the fuck? This was a very weird relationship.
She told me how they have always been open.
She fucks other people, too.
Their only rule is that they are honest with each other about it.
He had told her about all our meetings in great detail , she told me, but didn t actually repeat the detail back to me, thank God.
I don t get shy easily but this made me shy….
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to be continued ……….
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off When two people are such fierce competition on the mat, something somewhere else must pull them together.
When you watch the Olympics, there is always a sport which not many people have heard of – Judo.
I, being the strange and random person that I am, have grown up doing this sport.
Now, I m not on the lighter side of life, so there weren t all that many people to fight me, but I would be useful when it came to the Olympics to fight in the heavier categories.
In competitions in the UK, before training with the Squad, I would always end up fighting Lucy, a brunette who was a little lighter and shorter than me but was older and moved like you wouldn t believe.
Being at the level we were at, we fought regularly and she always won.
My fight was slowly getting worse and I was losing confidence in myself.
Then I got a letter asking me to train with the British Squad.
My life was MADE.
My confidence was coming back up and my technique, speed and agility were getting better.
I was getting a little thinner and taller too.
The next time Lucy and I fought, the match came to a draw.
Step one in the right direction.
Afterwards, when we were getting changed and showered I noticed that Lucy looked good.
Her breasts weren t small; she was curvy, but nice curvy.
In the next competition, I was determined that I would make things change.
I would win three things: the contest, the competition, and Lucy.
The two week gap flew by and next thing I knew I was up at the crack of dawn to get to the competition.
On the mat, Lucy and I stood at our separate sides, bowed, walked onto the mat, bowed, walked to the centre and bowed.
Then the few seconds, arms raised defensively before the referee shouted Hajime (go), staring into each other s eyes, psyching each other out, seeing if we could tell who would go for what move first.
Hajime! We both move a few steps forward on the balls of our feet, bouncing a little as we move round.
The first fight is for the dominant grip.
I m right handed but for some reason I prefer to compete left handed.
I know, I m a little mad.
I get the grip I want, Lucy having to swap to a left grip too, her less favoured side.
The second contest: to use this how I want to.
I move in for an attack on her leg.
My leg catches her and she stumbles, pulling my grip lower down her lapel.
I struggle to get it back up without relinquishing my grip and losing dominance, moving my right hand off her sleeve so I can push my left one up.
She pulls me down to groundwork and we grapple there.
When I have someone held down in groundwork, they don t break past my arms.
She seems to want to pull me into this and I can t figure out why.
In the pulling, my right hand has gone under her jacket and has found her breast of all things.
Pulling at her t-shirt, I manage to rub my thumb over her nipple.
She shudders and I move my hand.
I get her into the hold-down that I want and she is immobile.
I can look into her eyes, and so I do.
Gazing down at her gently, I see the look of surrender in her eyes.
I hold her there for fifteen seconds and the fight is over.
We stand up.
We bow to the judges, each other and the audience.
We leave the mat.
My only contest today was with Lucy, and so I win the competition.
Somehow, I think I know that I have already won everything I planned to today.
We go to shower and get changed into our tracksuits, ready to collect our medals afterwards.
I walk a little quicker to the showers than Lucy does, needing to be in there to soothe a slight injury.
Due to there being a significant number more contestants in the other categories, they are all still out there and competing, so Lucy and I have the changing rooms to ourselves.
I strip off my heavy and sweaty kit and grab my shower stuff.
The one thing I hadn t realised was that Lucy hadn t come in.
I got into the shower and started to hum to myself as the water was turned on.
Letting it run down my body, I felt the heat work on my shoulder as I gently massaged it.
I moved my hand away and started to clean myself, frothing up the soap.
Then a moment of panic as another hand lightly brushed over my shoulder, gently massaging it.
Too soft and smooth to be a man s hand.
I jumped a little and turned round, my face stunned, but then I felt it change to shock as a pair of lips met mine and a hand stroked my face, pulling me closer.
A second hand at the small of my back pulled me in and then moved down a little and squeezed gently.
I accepted their kiss willingly, my eyes closing; I didn t care.
When they released me, I let my eyes slide slowly open and stood back, taking in before me a rather damp looking Lucy in a t-shirt and her underwear.
It was clinging to her.
I swear, she looked so much sexier this time than the last time we were together in the showers.
A new light came upon her now.
She smiled at me, Are you, well, you know do you like me? I stood and grinned at her, What gave me away? I enquired, looking at her with a look of light puzzlement.
Maybe something to do with your swipe of my nipple I d quite like you to do it again.
Th-that is of course, if you want to.
Of course I want to you crazy fool.
I like you.
A lot.
Then I moved forward and kissed the damp person who was residing in the vicinity.
I pulled her closer by her t-shirt and placed my hand on her breasts.
I felt her wrap round me.
She accepted my tongue into her mouth and they danced there for a little while.
I rubbed her breast and put my other hand into a position where I could remove her underwear.
I pulled them down in what would have been one swift movement had they been dry.
She pulled up her t-shirt and revealed to me once again her beautiful breasts, not that I had ever really noticed how truly stunning they were until now.
I got up and brought my jaw with me, kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts, down her stomach and down her thighs.
I could almost taste her juices.
No, wait, I could taste them; she was so wet.
I nibbled on her clit and licked her slit.
Pushing my tongue in, I could feel her tightness, taste her, smell her with how close I was.
All this came as a frenzy.
I had never felt like this before.
I knew I liked her as a friend because sometimes we had to train together too, but now, I think I fell in love with her.
I know this was the part about lust but I didn t care.
I loved her because of how much I lusted for her, if that made any sense at all.
Seconds after she came, we heard the door crack open a little, indicating the first of the losers from the competition going on above had come back to follow an almost identical pattern to the one we had.
This couldn t get out.
We leapt away from each other and Lucy turned on another shower, already wet it wouldn t look suspicious to anyone.
Although the smell of sex was clearly in the air, we didn t care.
It should go with the steam.
We dried and dressed and left the changing rooms.
Glancing across at each other, winking, all the way back to the hall for the medal presentation.
When we were called up to receive our medals, we went up and hugged and held hands for the first time.
I won t lie, my mother and father did send me a strange look but then again, this was the first time I had beaten Lucy.
Little did they know how well and truly I had her beaten.
This could carry on for as long as I wanted to win catch a nipple and she was mine.
Hot Wife Makes Good On A Bet
Hot Wife Makes Good On A Bet Hot Wife Indulges In Some Multimedia Cuckolding I was fast asleep in bed when my phone vibrated on my bedside table.
I thought about ignoring it but noticed in my half sleep that I was the only one in the bed I share with my lovely wife.
Leaning to my phone, I saw that my clock was saying 3:05 and that it was the middle of the night.
My phone blinked KELLY MESSAGE and wondered a: Why my wife would be texting me so late, and b: Where on earth was she at this time of the night.
Fumbling the buttons, I opened the message and blinked to focus my eyes on the words CHECK THIS OUT!! and noticed there was a picture attached.
Scrolling down the screen so the picture came into view, I saw my wife was sat on a sofa smiling at me.
I couldn t work out where she was, or why she would be sending me this picture.
The phone vibrated in my hand again.
I skipped back to the message menu and opened the next text.
This picture made me stop in my tracks.
Same room, same wife, the only thing different was that her clothes were gone.
She was sat on the sofa wearing a matching bra and panties set, that I had bought her for Christmas.
Finishing her outfit were the hold-ups and high heels that she had left the house in hours ago.
I blinked furiously to make sure I wasn t dreaming and this was confirmed when the phone buzzed again.
The accompanying picture showed my smiling wife in the same pose as the last picture, only this time, there were four masked black men stood in an arc behind her on the bed, all naked, holding their meaty cocks with one hand and pointing at my wife with their other hand.
What the fuck was going on? I thought.
I couldn t get my thoughts together.
I thought that maybe someone was having some Photoshop fun and that my wife was passed out on one of her friend s sofas after one too many tequilas! Before I could clear my head, my phone buzzed in my hand yet again.
The message read, CHECK THIS ONE OUT! WHAT A SLUT! I saw my lovely wife, blindfolded, kneeling with her head tilted back.
I could also make out one of her hands buried in her panties while the other hand hung down by her side.
Resting on her milky white face were four long, dark, thick cocks, her tongue was poking slightly out of her mouth, licking the end of the biggest, fattest prick of the bunch! I tried calling her number.
When it was picked up I could hear people talking, but no one talked to me.
I could also hear the unmistakable voice of my wife moaning in the background MMMMM THAT S IT! FUCK MY MOUTH WITH YOUR BIG COCK WAIT IN LINE, I LL BE SURE TO GET TO YOU! I LL LET YOU FUCK MY FACE REAL GOOD IF YOU WAIT YOUR TURN And then the phone went dead! Confused, and, it has to be said, very aroused, I felt my phone go off again.
CHECK YOUR EMAIL The message said this time.
The photo with it had the men in the room lining up, with my wife on her knees in front of them, still blindfolded She had a hard cock into her mouth while stroking the cocks of two of the men either side! The fourth man was lying on his back and my wife was sitting across his face.
Yes, my cock felt like it was going to burst through the underwear I was wearing.
Quick as I could, I went to the computer and turned it on.
I thought I d be able to use the GPS on her phone to trace where she was and go to her rescue (although, judging by her lusty smiling face in all the photos that had been sent, she didn t seem to really want saving !) Opening the email from my wife, I saw that the attachment was, this time, a video.
With my heart in my mouth, and my cock in my hand, I opened the attachment and clicked play on the screen.
As the screen came to life, my wife was sat on a bed, fully clothed, in what looked like a living room.
Looking into the camera, directly at me, she said, Hey baby, you might be wondering where I am right now.
See the thing is, I was out with the girls earlier and we got chatting to these guys from a band from Boston in one of the bars we were in.
As the drinks got flowing, we ended up making a bet that the girls could beat them in a dancing competition.
Anyway, we lost.
The forfeit was that all the girls had to come back to their house and service them in any way they wanted! So here I am! She continued, As you can see, none of the other girls are here with me.
They all chickened out, which leaves little old me to carry the can! She then winked into the camera lens for my benefit.
As she carried on explaining, she began to lift up the dress that she was wearing, slowly revealing the hold-ups that were underneath and then her lacy panties, and then as she lifted it over her head, her amazing 36C breasts! I could hear voices off camera telling her Yeah baby, get that off! and Wow, I can t wait to fuck those tits! and Check this slut out! Stockings, heels! Yeah keep them on.
I m going to tap that ass real good! I don t really know what else to say, but it seems, they have left it to little me to take their forfeit! A bets and bet after all! before adding, Apparently, they want to film themselves fucking me.
So come and introduce yourselves boys! and looked to the side.
One by one, four men walked into view of the camera, all of them naked, all with hard cocks.
All wearing masks! Waving and saying hi to the camera as they passed it, they all grouped behind my wife, each of them helping themselves to a grope of her tits, or a stroke of her pussy as they passed her.
I couldn t believe what I was seeing.
Before my eyes, one of the men, who looked to be sporting an impressive tool, walked up behind her and wrapped a scarf around her eyes.
Two other men took hold of her and pushed her onto her knees on the floor.
As the camera moved closer, the four black guys crowded around her and began laying their cocks on to her face.
While this was happening, I could hear her saying Mmmmm, rub your dicks on me, you filthy fuckers! Treat me like a slut! You re making my pussy sooooo fucking wet! while burying her hand into her panties! And then the screen went blank My Skype app started chirping on my computer.
With some hesitation, I opened it and watched the screen crackle to life.
The image that greeted me was of a very impressive looking fat and long cock! Its owner bent down so his masked face was in the camera.
I guess you ve seen the video we sent? I nodded Do you want to see your wife? I nodded again Just so you know, we haven t started fucking her yet! We ve been waiting for you to join us.
We ve loosened her mouth up a bit though! I looked at my watch.
It was 4.15.
One hour and ten minutes since I received the first text.
I quickly worked out the length of the video, which was ten minutes.
This meant that these four men had been working my wife s mouth with their dicks for an hour! I gasped as he moved away from the camera.
Just behind him was my wife on her knees.
She was facing me.
On either side of her were two men and she had their massive cocks in her hands.
There was another lying under her, helping himself to a mouthful of her sweet, tight, shaved pussy! She was smiling directly into the camera.
As I came into focus on her screen, she winked at me, opened her mouth and began to lick the ends of their fat pricks.
After swirling her tongue around their bell-ends, she tried to fit them both into her mouth at the same time! Her eyes were full of a lust and desire that I had never seen before.
She only removed them to speak directly to me, Glad you could join us babe! I ve been dying to get these big boys into my pussy, but they were very insistent that they waited for you before they offered me up to the biggest dick here! She paused to have a cock thrust into her throat, Are you ready to watch me get passed around these boys?? she pulled away eventually and added.
If that s what you want! , I heard my self say.
Oh yeah, that s what I want babe.
You should feel how wet my cunt is! she finished.
Taking his cue, the man who has treated me to an eyeful of his meaty penis when my Skype loaded took hold of my wife by her hair and pulled her off his friend s face.
Hope you got her nice and juiced up for me boy! I heard him say as he pushed his cock past her willing lips and into her throat.
She had never deep-throated me in ten years of marriage and it was intriguing to have seen her do it to two cocks that were much bigger than mine in front of my eyes.
He pulled out of her face and pulled her up roughly and walked her to the sofa, where he spun her round and pushed her over it.
The person holding the camera followed and closed in on her tight cunt.
As he played with it, Mr Big Cock said, You ve done a good job here boy! Just look at how wet this bitch is! You want my big fat black cock filling up your little white cunt, don t you? I could hear my wife moan as he fingered her tight hole and utter Yes please, give it to me! I watched in awe, with my own cock in my hand as this monster dicked black man positioned himself at the entrance of my wife s swollen pussy.
I heard her beg him to thrust it into her and he duly obliged, her pussy enveloping his dick as I saw his full ten inches disappear.
The guttural moan I heard came from my wife! She screamed in ecstasy as he held her hips and ground his own into her.
OOOOOOHHHH YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS FUCK ME, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME WITH ALL YOU VE GOT! Taking her hint, I saw him pull out of her and thrust back in.
In and out, in and out! She almost screamed the room out.
The other men were cheering him on.
For a full ten minutes he kept a steady pace, fucking my sweet wife with his big dick, his balls bouncing off her clit.
Could someone put their dick in her mouth to stop her from waking the neighbours? I heard him call over the volume of her wailing.
Quick as a flash, two of the other men moved towards her head.
By now, the camera man had moved position to the side of her.
I was treated to the sight of watching eighteen inches of cock disappear into her at the same time ten into her cunt and eight down her throat! I couldn t take my eyes off the screen as they passed her around like a total slut.
This seemed to go on for ages and when I looked at my watch it told me it was 5.25.
For over two hours these boys had fucked her face and pussy like there was no tomorrow.
There seemed to be no letting up in the pace and she was keeping up with everything they were throwing at her like a total black cock slut! I said, Don t you think you boys should come on her now and send her home? She must be exhausted! Mr Big Cock ten-inch cock sauntered to the screen.
The moaning from my wife was still audible from behind him as someone else filled her cunt while she alternated between sucking and stroking the two dicks that were presented to her face.
Again, he held his cock out to the camera.
Anything we want to do was the deal! he said.
I knew where this might be headed.
I haven t even tried to get this into her ass yet! I was correct in my assumption.
I I I haven t even done that to her! I stammered And that is probably why she is out black dick slutting with my band right now! he retorted, adding, A deal s a deal my friend I couldn t speak.
My beautiful wife was about to get fucked in the ass by someone possessing a monster ten-inch dick and then passed around by another three of his enormous ebony dicked friends! And, there was nothing that I could do to stop it! He moved away from the camera to reveal my wife back on all fours on the edge of the bed.
Her stockings were half way down her legs from the furious fucking she had been receiving.
He walked over to her and placed his cock at the entrance of her virgin ass.
PUSH IT IN YOU FUCKER!! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BEAUTIFUL DICK IN MY ASS! I heard her say over her shoulder! He turned to the camera one more time, You heard that did you? he said to me.
Sounds like she s been missing something! Turning back to her and holding firmly onto her shoulders.
He began to push himself into her tight hole as at the same time as pulling her back onto his hard cock.
She was making noises that I had never heard before.
Moaning and whimpering as he impaled her onto his dick.
The camera moved round to her face so I could see the contented look on it.
Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and she didn t even notice that I was looking at her through the camera.
Her hand moved down to her pussy and rubbed at her clit furiously until her legs buckled as she came wildly.
As he landed on top of her I clearly saw the last couple of inches disappeared into her tight ass hole.
She gasped and bucked back on to him.
Filled up and pinned down, she screamed, OH MY GOD, THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! Another fat prick moved again to her mouth.
She rocked wildly between them.
When her orgasm subsided, he pulled his massive prick from her ass and pulled her up by the hair.
Lick it clean.
He ordered and she did as she was told.
Good girl he added, Now I ve loosened up her ass, who else wants a go? Three hands shot up and he instructed one of his friends to sit down.
He lifted my wife off the sofa and sat her down on his friend s cock.
I got a close up on the screen of his tool sliding, without stopping, all the way into her ass.
Another monster dicked man walked over and held his cock to her splayed open cunt lips.
Looking me through the camera, he said.
Bet you never thought you d see your wife get DP d? I shook my head frantically, but it was too late.
He laughed at me as he slid his cock into my wife s cunt.
The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy.
I M SO FULL OF COCK AND I LOVE IT! I M SUCH A BLACK COCK WHORE She kept saying.
She beckoned for the others to rub their cocks into her face and push them into her mouth.
It was nearly seven o clock when they finished passing her around.
Her ass, mouth and pussy had taken such a pounding and looked swollen and well used.
CUM ON ME WHILE I GIVE MYSELF ONE LAST LITTLE ORGASM she pleaded with them while dropping to her knees, starting to stroke her still soaking cunt.
They stood around her and wanked their cocks furiously as she fingered her self frantically.
As the first jet of cum hit her face, she shuddered to her final orgasm of the night and did not stop shuddering until the last arc of spunk hit her tits.
I noticed that she had been cumming for five minutes non-stop.
I have never seen so much jizz and couldn t hold back any longer.
As she, one by one, licked their enormous members clean, I shot my own load over myself Mr Big arrived back on the screen.
Look out of your window! Breathing heavily from cumming so hard, I moved to the window and pulled the blind.
In the window opposite was my cum-covered, waving, grinning wife.
I could see cum dripping from her face down onto her tits and beyond.
Hi new neighbour! We re done with her .
For now! he added laughing! As I opened my front door, I was just in time to see them pushing my naked, except for stockings and heels, wife out on to their drive way.
Her clothes were thrown out behind her as the door slammed shut.
While she scrambled around on the floor picking them up, it reopened, one of my new neighbours leaned out of the door.
We ve moved in for six months buddy! Noticed your smoking hot wife the day we moved in.
Reckon we d like to have her round again real soon! Brazen as you like, my wife finished gathering up her clothes and walked over to me in her heels and stockings in broad daylight, wiggling her ass in the direction of the boys who were whooping from the window opposite! Had no idea I could be such a slut! she said as she passed me, her face still glistening with four men s cum.
I didn t know if that was a question or a statemtent!
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 5
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 5 Janice reveals the power of submissiveness to me.
Janice looked at me and said, “Will you help me shave my pussy?” I had just seen my sister bent over a wooden chair and fucked hard after being spanked and my mind was reeling.
I’d pulled my hand out of my crotch before either of them had noticed it and now I was horny as a goat and stunned at how she and my brother-in-law had acted in front of me.
Now she was on her knees on the carpet naked while I sat in a comfy chair in their living room.
“Um, what just happened?”, I asked.
“I got what I desired.” “You desired to strip in front of me, get spanked and get er…
penetrated in front of me?” “The word you were looking for is ‘fucked’, Geri.
You can say it.
We’re both big girls now.
And yes to all you said.
You noticed that I offered to wear the collar freely didn’t you?” “Yes, Janice, but I don’t understand why.
You used to be so feminist and what I just saw sets women’s rights back 100 years.” “That had nothing to do with women’s rights and everything to do with having a working relationship with my man.
Charles would defend my rights as vigorously as his own and he would not deny me any right that he claimed for himself.
It took some hard work to break him of the habit of ignoring my bad behavior.
Now I can use bad behavior and submissiveness as ways to get my desires fulfilled.
The women’s rights movement can kiss my happy ass if they expect me to give back what I’ve gained by wearing a collar.” “This seems all backwards.
It seems to me like you only lose by being a slave and letting Charles be so selfish.” “I know this might be hard to understand, Geri, but you’ve got it backwards.
The dominant person in a relationship will either fulfill the needs of the submissive person or the relationship will fall apart.
The slave must only do what it takes to earn the fulfillment of her needs.” “Wow! This is too much.
You’re saying that by wearing that collar, you have as much control over Charles as he has over you?” “Yes.
Charles controls the course of events, but I put the events on the menu.
I earned that spanking by disobeying an order that I planned to follow anyway.
Charles knew that I wanted to shave my pussy and that I wanted him to order me to do it.
The dominant person learns what orders the slave needs to hear.
He alsounderstood that not shaving after he ordered me to meant that I also desired a spanking.
We both know that a spanking will get both of us very horny, so we had great sex because he gave me the spanking that I earned.
Clear?” “I’m gonna have to mull that over in my mind for a while.
But I don’t understand why you have to shave your, um…” “The word is pussy, Geri.
Pusssss-eeeeee.
You can say it.
And I don’t have to shave it, but we’ll keep coming back to what I told you before, Charles can’t control what turns him on, but by doing what turns him on, I can get my desires fulfilled.
It’s the same reason women dress in what I call slutwear.
Because it works.” This is give and take stuff.
I used to be a taker.
I demanded what I wanted and I was never satisfied and I always acted as if my way was the only way and I didn’t need to put out anything to get it.
Charles walked out that door once and he was ready to never look back.
He gave up on ever being able to please me.
I had to rearrange my definition of what pleased me and I had to make it possible for him to please me and I had to earn his respect by making damn sure that I was giving him what he desired while getting what I desired.
My desire is for flattering attention and good sex.
You saw me get both tonight.
I thought you were going to cum right along with us.” “Oh geez.
I didn’t think you saw that.
It was just so hot watching his…
thing go in and out of you.” “It’s called a cock, Geri.
You can say that too.
One day, when you write and post the story of your first sexual experiences, these words will be the staples of the story.
So try it.” “His…his cock.
It was making your insides come out a little when he pulled it out and making your outsides go in a little when he pushed it in.
And it was so wet!” “You should see what happens with a really big cock.
But that’s for some other time.
In the meantime, will you help me shave? I always seem to miss a few hairs.” “Sure, I’ll help.” I was curious about how she would look shaved as smooth as some of the women in the photos on the website.
Sis got some supplies and I watched as she shaved her freshly fucked pussy.
When she thought she was done she gave me the razor and asked me to look it over closely and carefully and to shave off any hair she missed.
It was so weird seeing her all spread out and seeing her asshole and everything.
It felt even more weird to touch her so intimately as I shaved off the few spots she had missed.
I was pushing my thumb near the top of her slit to stretch the skin out for better shaving when I felt a pea sized hard little bump slip under her folds.
I rolled my thumb back across it twice to make sure it was really there.
“Hey!” she said with a laugh, “You’re getting a little personal there.
If you keep that up, you’ll have to keep that up a while longer.” “Is that your clitoris?” I asked.
“It’s so much smaller than mine.” “Well, they’re like cocks.
They come in all sizes, but I think mine is pretty typical.” After I finished making her all smooth, she told me that a “smoothie” would make a nice touch for my little schoolgirl look.
“We can take before and after pics and you can post them to your profile so that only your friends can see.
You can also save the most intimate pics to send directly to special friends.
And if you don’t like it or if you find a lover who likes you hairy, you can just grow it back.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to be smooth shaven, but then I realized that Charles would be able to tell it was me if I still had hair and his wife didn’t.
I was hoping to get another night of sleepy-time sex with him.
So I pulled off my shorts and granny panties and after she took a few pics, I started shaving off my bush.
She took pics all along and when I was done, Janice found lots more places to shave on me than I did on her.
When she saw my clit, she said, “Wow, that really is big.
It’s like a little dick.
Do you frig it with one finger or pull it with two fingers?” “Now who’s getting personal? Actually, I do both,” I said with an embarrassed smile.
My clit protrudes from my pussy lips when I’m aroused and tucks in out of sight when I’m not.
The tip swells to about the size of a marble.
I didn’t know I had one more thing that made me not normal until I saw so many explicit pussy pics.
Sis wasn’t shy about touching me as she carefully shaved all the spots I missed.
When she smeared a little shave cream around my asshole, I let a moan slip out.
When she was done, she wiped me with a wet cloth and then rubbed baby oil all over.
It felt great, especially when she rubbed a little on my asshole and I moaned again.
My clit was full size from all the stimulation she was giving me and when I saw her pretty nipples so close as she was finishing up the oil rub, something came over me and I reached up and touched one.
She froze and I was afraid I was making her angry, but I looked at her face and saw this dreamy smile so I reached for the other one with my other hand.
I started to pinch and tug them like I did with mine when I masturbated.
The next thing I knew, she had her face buried in my smooth crotch and her tongue was sliding into my hole.
I pushed my hand against her forehead and said, “Janice, we’re sisters!” She looked up at me with her “I’m being naughty, wanna play?” face and said “Why should lesbian sex be limited to women who aren’t related? It’s not like we’ll be contaminating the gene pool.” Then she brushed one finger against my asshole and all of my resistance evaporated.
Soon she was sucking and licking my clit while two fingers were thrusting in and out of my ass.
Her face was getting totally coated with my juices and her other hand was up my shirt tweaking one of my tiny hard hairy nipples.
The orgasm that had been building all day pounced on me like a tiger and my sister’s face rode my crotch like a rodeo cowboy as I shook and shuddered beneath her while her tongue and lips brought me the soul-wrenching release that I have since learned only a woman’s mouth can provide.
Janice took a few more photos of my slick puffy-lipped pussy afterward, the first few with her fingers still in my ass.
I didn’t know what the protocol was for returning the favor after your sister just gave you the first and therefore best cunnilingus of your life, but Sis had definitely earned the best I could offer.
“Ummmm, your turn?” I asked.
Continue reading The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 4
His Sister's Tutor (Part 5)
His Sister’s Tutor (Part 5) Kristoff and Alise show each other what they’ve learned View Author’s Copyright Information Report Cards “Ladies and gentlemen,” the co-pilot’s voice from the jumbo plane’s cockpit squawked over the speaker, “We’ll be making our descent into Vancouver International Airport in about 30 minutes.
We’d just like to take this moment to thank you for flying with us and hope you’ve had an enjoyable trip…” Alise had tuned out the voice after he said “We’ll be making our descent”.
She looked out her window into the clear night, once in a while seeing a flicker of light floating in the never-ending expanse of the Pacific Ocean.
She was feeling as lost as one of those lights.
10 months.
She’d been gone almost 10 months, leaving at the end of one summer and now returning during the beginning of another.
She rubbed her brow.
She should have been eager to return home from studying abroad in Hong Kong for almost a year.
She should have been excited to see her family again.
She should have been thrilled to be returning to Kris again.
Instead she was wondering if she could just climb back onto the plane after landing and return to Hong Kong.
Actually, with the thought of the night at the Destination club fresh in her mind, it would good if it just crashed with her being the sole damned passenger.
She thought back to 10 months ago when she was just getting to leave Canada.
Kristoff and his sister Illyana had showed up at the airport to say good-bye to her.
She was so surprised to see them that she zealously introduced them to her family, after she had kissed Kristoff long and passionately.
That did not go over well at all.
Her parents and sister were able to quickly piece together all those late nights and daylong outings she was disappearing to over the course of the summer.
She wouldn’t kiss someone who was just a friend like that.
They were able to create a vivid mental picture of the two of them, the reason why she was so discreet and hid the tall young man from them.
And they had been right.
Almost every time she and Kristoff had been alone together, they had been as intimate as anyone could imagine.
She had barely made it out of the check in counter in time for her flight because she was still shouting confusing explanations to her family as she made her way through the line to the security gate.
The last thing she saw was Kristoff holding his little sister close to him, looking despondent.
Almost every email from them or phone call from them was laced with harsh remarks about how irresponsible she was.
They told her she was treating her life like a game and was being disrespectful to the whole family.
While she was in Hong Kong she was expected to behave herself and not bring anymore shame to the family and when she finally got home, she would have to do a lot to rebuild their faith in her.
And what of Kristoff? After the incident at the airport, his correspondence with her became less and less enthusiastic and frequent.
His self-doubts about school and their relationship quickly began to creep to the surface.
She called him once on the phone.
She spoke briefly to Illyana before the little girl passed her brother the phone.
“Your parents are not very happy about us,” he had said, his voice hollow and dull.
“I-I think…uh, it was probably more the shock than anything else,” she said trying to convince Kristoff and herself.
She added, “I shouldn’t have hid anything from them.” “And why did you hide anything?” he questioned.
Alise swallowed, trying to think.
Her nervous stammer appeared again, “I-I don’t…w-we…it,uh, it was all so fast.
I just enjoyed everything between us.
Keeping it a secret…It meant something to me.
Kris, it was so special to me.” She was hoping desperately that he understood.
There was a long pause on the line.
“Kris?” she asked softly, “Is everything okay?” She heard him sigh but still no reply.
Hoping to change the mood she asked, “How’s school?” Kris muttered something that sounded like a Russian profanity.
“It is fine,” he answered coldly, “School is fine.” “Oh.
Good,” she said, disheartened, “I miss you Kris.
I miss Illyana.
Tell her I’ll be back by next summer.
It won’t be too long-” “I am going to prepare her dinner now.
Goodbye Alise,” was all he said, cutting her off and hanging up.
He never tried to call her while she was in Hong Kong.
One of his last emails to her talked about his frustration with school and work.
Then the emails stopped 3 months ago.
The last letter she received from his address was from his sister Illyana.
It brightened her up somewhat.
The little girl was talking about school, how well she did in the last spelling test and how her favourite subject was art.
She included a picture she had drawn of Alise with a white rose.
She wrote that she missed her tutor but will try her best at school to make Ms.Zhang and her brother happy.
Alise smiled to herself as she read the letter again on the plane.
Almost all of it warmed her heart except for one thing: “Bobo is very sad about his school.
He is not very happy.
I think he misses you.” As the plane touched down on the runway, Alise looked out the window again.
She really hoped that he missed her as much as she missed him.
She closed her eyes, saw his face, and felt him touch her.
*********** For over a week after she arrived home Alise stayed holed up in her house.
It wasn’t even at the behest of her parents.
She needed to adjust to the time difference and she took her time unpacking.
She caught up with friends by phone and email making promises to meet up with everyone during the summer.
But there was no word from Krisoff and she held off calling him herself.
She needed to clear her head before talking with him again.
Finally, one early evening, she decided to go out to the library where she had tutored to visit with the staff there and at community centre.
She slipped into some shorts and a t-shirt and her signature flip flop sandals.
Her older sister Carol was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
She looked cross.
“Mom and Dad are just beginning to calm down about you and this guy,” she exclaimed, “You have to be careful.” Alise said bluntly, “I’m just going to the library.” Carol sighed and leaned in close to her, speaking quietly, “I didn’t want to say anything, but I think I’ve seen him around with another girl.” Alise’s mouth slipped open slightly but then she immediately tightened her lips again, staring sternly at her sister.
She brushed past Carol for the front door.
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” her sister said to her as she left.
“Everyone hurts someone they care about sometimes,” Alise muttered to herself.
************ Alise smiled her warm comforting smile as the staff at the library and community centre welcomed her back home.
They gathered around her, quizzing her about her stay in Hong Kong and she shared with them some cookies she had brought home from the Far East.
“Ms.Zhang!” a sweet little voice called out to her.
She turned around and saw a little girl with long curly blonde hair and blue eyes bound towards her.
“Hey! Illyana!” she stooped down to give her a big hug.
Then she looked at her and said, “My gosh! You’re so much taller now!” The girl nodded decisively and held up 3 fingers, “I am 3 inches higher than last year.
Bobo measured me.” “Bobo”.
Alise immediately looked up and around but there was no sign of Kristoff anywhere.
“Look! Look!” Illyana rummaged through her bag and pulled out her report card for the year.
She handed it proudly to Alise.
The woman’s eyes lit up when she saw the report, “Oh wow! Yanny! You’ve done so well!” The little girl pouted slightly and mumbled, “I did not do so well in geography.” “Yeah, well.
We’ll just buy you some maps when you decide to travel the world,” Alise remarked with a grin.
Illyana giggled then she said, “Bobo has me signed up for Homework Club again this year.” Alise nodded, “That’s good.
I’m too late to register as the coordinator, though.” “Can you still help me sometimes?” the girl asked eagerly.
“Of course!” Alise responded brushing her hand down Illyana’s blonde locks.
“And in the fall maybe YOU can tutor ME when I go to teacher’s college.” They both laughed.
Alise looked around again and asked, “Illyana, is your brother here or did Mrs.Talbot come with you?” “Uh-uh,” the girl shook her head, “I just came by myself.” “By yourself?” Alise replied, knitting her brow.
She looked at her watch.
It was past 6 o’clock.
The little girl just lived across the street but still…
“Is no one at home with you?” Alise asked.
“Uh-uh.” “What about dinner?” she questioned.
“Bobo made spaghetti.
It is in the fridge,” the girl said with an innocent smile then she piped in, “Would you like to come for dinner again?” Alise leaned back and blinked, “Uh, sure.” ************* Alise sat at the table in the tiny apartment across the street from the library.
She watched as the little girl happily scurried around the kitchen emptying cold spaghetti from a Tupperware onto two plates.
Glancing around the room, she noted it looked the same except it was a bit more dishevelled with clothes in piles on the floor and papers scattered on the coffee table.
She noted the small worn out couch, memories of her first passionate night with Kristoff were buried under toys and clothing.
Illyana slipped the plates onto the table then brought over two glasses of fruit juice.
Alise smiled and thanked her.
“Oh, right! Before I forget….” Alise reached into her hand bag and pulled out a small paper bag.
She handed it to Illyana.
The little girl’s round apple cheeks glowed as she smiled when she opened up the bag.
She pulled out a small Hello Kitty diary and pen set.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she said bouncing up and down in her chair.
“Now you can write whatever you want and lock it up with this little key,” Alise said smiling.
The little girl leaned over and gave her another hug.
As they ate, she flipped through the diary and printed her name under “This Diary Belongs To…” on the first page.
After dinner, Alise and Illyana washed the dishes together and cleaned up the table.
Unsure if she should leave or not, certainly Illyana was happy for her to stay longer, Alise decided to tidy up the coffee table.
Illyana sat beside her to help.
“Yanny,” Alise said with a slight hesitancy in her voice, “When will your brother be coming home?” The little girl shrugged.
Alise sat back.
“He didn’t say?” “Sometimes I am asleep when he comes home,” Illyana replied.
Alise blinked, her mouth open.
She was stunned.
Something was definitely wrong.
Just then she heard voices in the corridor outside of the apartment.
They stopped on the other side of the doorway.
As she listened to a key insert into the lock, Alise looked at the door, her heart starting to race.
The door swung open.
A tall young man held it open as a short Indian woman with green eyes made her way in.
“Oh! Hello,” the woman said to Alise still sitting on the sofa.
Then she turned to Kristoff, “There’s somebody here.” Kristoff looked up.
His mouth dropped open and his pale features turned even whiter except for her cheeks which were flushed red.
Illyana skipped over and hugged his legs.
He patted her on the back but continued to gaze at the Chinese woman in his apartment.
“Alise has come home!” his sister announced gleefully.
“Alise,” Kristoff managed to breathe her name past his lips.
The young woman on the couch cleared her throat and stood up saying, “Hi Kris.” She stood there in the room, her hands hanging down in front, clasped together.
The woman with Kristoff looked at her and then looked at him looking at her.
Her thoughts worked quickly putting the pieces together.
Instead of asking who she was, she simply leaned closer to the young man, taking his hand in hers.
Kristoff saw Alise’s eyes focus her stunned gaze on their hands and felt the woman squeeze his palm tightly.
He immediately wriggled his hand from her grasp.
“Sonali.
I think you should go home now,” he spoke still gazing at Alise.
She looked at him and started to speak, “But-” “We will talk about classes another evening,” he said finally turning to look at the young Indian woman, “Good night.” Her green eyes zipped back and forth between them, each time her gaze becoming ever cooler whenever she looked at Alise.
She sniffed then spun on her heels and marched out of the apartment and down the corridor.
His eyes still locked onto the young woman standing beside the couch, Kristoff reached into his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars.
He gave it Illyana.
“Yanny,” he said, “Go to the convenience store downstairs and buy an ice cream.” The little girl happily left the apartment.
Kristoff closed the door behind him.
They stood facing one another in silence for several heartbeats.
They both were having difficulty with actually looking at each other in the eye.
Alise finally swallowed then stepped slowly towards him.
She gazed into his crystal blue eyes, looked at his firm fixed jaw and unmoving lips.
As she stood before him, she thought momentarily about how much she just wanted to reach up and pull his face towards hers, locking their mouths together in a desperate and long-anticipated kiss.
His breathing was also deep and unsteady like hers.
He was likely thinking the same thing.
Instead, a sharp snap reverberated through the small apartment as she slapped him across the face with the palm of her hand.
He barely flinched.
She stood there, her face red, breathing hard, not saying anything.
His own cheek glowed a deeper red, but his eyes were unmoving.
Finally she choked out her words, “We need to talk.” ************ Remedial Lessons There was a gentle breeze in the air as the evening sky slowly turned orange and red.
Alise and Kristoff sat on the park bench not looking at one another.
Illyana ran around the playground before them, waving back every so often.
It was probably because the little girl was there that they weren’t yelling at one another.
However now they seemed to have little to say.
Finally Kristoff spoke, “You cut your hair.” Alise smirked, “Yes.
Yes I did.” There was a long silence between them again.
She sighed and looked at him, “Is that it? You’re just going to say that I’ve cut my hair?” The young man shrugged.
Alise shook her head.
Fine.
She would have to be the one to pull teeth, but even she couldn’t bring herself to broach the most sensitive topic.
Instead she asked, “So how’s school going? You’re taking summer classes?” Still staring straight ahead he rocked his head up and down, “Yes.
I failed half my courses last year.
Now I am taking extra courses in the summer to catch up.” Alise nodded, “Well, that’s good.” “Good?” he snapped, “What is good? I failed and now I am spending more money and working less hours so I can take the same courses over again.” “It’s good that you’re trying Kris,” she replied.
“I am failing,” he grumbled.
“I don’t understand why…” “Maybe it is because I am stupid,” Kristoff spat, “I don’t understand how to do reports or write essays or make presentations.” “So in other words, you need a tutor,” she said.
He gave her a cold look.
“I’m not being flippant,” Alise continued, “This is exactly the same problem Illyana had.
She’s a smart girl.
She just wasn’t comfortable with the language or her writing skills.
She was having trouble expressing herself.
I think you’re the same, Kris.” His expression softened.
He looked towards the ground feeling hopeless.
For all his size, all the responsibility he had taken on, he was still very young and very much vulnerable.
Alise realized how much she wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him.
“Let me help you,” she said softly.
“I have been neglecting Illyana as well,” he mumbled.
“I can help you there to.” He sighed.
The big man looked tired and worn out.
He cast a weary eye to her, “And what of your family, your parents?” Alise pursed her lips and nodded slowly, thinking.
She said thoughtfully, “This is my life.
I’ll do what I want.
But I won’t lie to them anymore.
I really think that’s what hurt them the most.
It wasn’t you.” An unexpected sneer appeared on his face.
“If it wasn’t me,” he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, “Then what is this?” She frowned as she took the paper from him.
It was a photo, folded and worn out.
It was a picture of her in Hong Kong hugging a young Chinese man affectionately.
“Wh-where did you get this?” she asked, stunned.
“I went to your home a few months ago and spoke to your parents,” he said, “I wanted to know if they were sending you a package for your birthday, if I could include my gift to you.” He had met his parents at her house? This was news to her.
“They told me to stop contacting you.
They said you had a boyfriend in Hong Kong,” he nodded to the photo, “Then they gave me that.” She stared at the photo.
3 months ago.
He had stopped contacting her 3 months ago.
Finally she said, “This…he isn’t my boyfriend.” Kristoff squinted at her.
“This is my cousin Yuen,” she remarked.
With a stern grimace she added, “And no, we’re not into that whole incest thing.” He frowned, confused.
“I can’t believe this.
I can’t believe my parents!” Alise groaned and looked to the sky.
Then she turned her frustrated glare on Kristoff, “And how can you believe this? After all we did? After all I’ve told you?” Her voice broke slightly as she scolded him, “Do you know how much it hurt to be cut off from you like that these past months?” She held back from pressing him for an answer.
There were indeed consequences resulting from their relationship going cold.
She wasn’t sure if she could share them with him yet.
Kris just sat quietly, stewing in his thoughts.
“Kris,” Alise said after taking a few moments to compose herself, “I will work things out with my parents.
I swear.
I just want to help you and Illyana.” She could see the tension ease in him but his guard still remained up.
After a long contemplative silence he asked her bluntly, “So there was no one else in Hong Kong?” The images and sensations of the Destination club’s parking lot from a couple of weeks ago crept into her mind.
She stuffed them back into the darkest pit of her soul.
“No one else, Kris,” she replied.
He kept his cool blue eyes on her.
She felt her heart skip several beats and she looked away.
Now she was unsure if she could ever look at him without feeling a wave of guilt flooding her heart.
“Wh-what about that woman? Sonali?” Alise asked, “Is she…” “She is a classmate,” Kristoff answered with another heavy sigh.
He paused and then looked at Alise, “And, she has become a close friend.” “Oh.
Okay,” she said softly.
“So, then, are we good?” He nodded and grunted an agreement.
He still didn’t smile though.
Each moment that went by in silence between them made Alise feel worse.
They stared out across the park to the setting sun.
************* In the next couple of weeks, they had settled into a routine that worked for both of them.
Alise had managed to get Illyana into a couple more community summer day camps and she would spend time with the little girl 1 or 2 days out of the week until Kristoff got home from school or work.
Mrs.Talbot took care of her other nights.
Alise was up front with her parents telling them that she was helping Kristoff with his school.
They threw their hands up in the air over her persistence but she used the fact that they had stooped to such underhanded tactics like the photo of her and her cousin to apply some leverage on them.
She didn’t get tossed out of the house so that was a good start.
Then there were the tutoring sessions with Kristoff.
Alise had been right.
She knew he was smart and bright, it was just getting his thoughts down onto an official essay and to organize his notes for reports and presentations.
They made steady progress.
Everything should have been fine.
It was midsummer and they at a picnic table across from one another just outside of the library.
Illyana was inside playing on the computers.
They were going over a report that Kristoff had prepared for school but the work was moving slowly.
Both of them were distracted.
They had been together so many times since she started to help him with his school work but there was no energy between them, nothing resembling the passion they had before she left for Hong Kong.
They barely looked at one another, let alone touch or become intimate.
It was as if they were just tolerating each other.
Alise held his paper up and rubbed her temple as she tried to read it.
She stared at it hard her thoughts always drifting.
Kristoff watched her as she tried to concentrate.
She had been so patient and so helpful, just as she always was.
The sun lit up her face and brought out the shine in her black hair.
She was still as beautiful as the day he had first met her.
He realized his feelings for her hadn’t changed.
He regretted being so cold to her these last few weeks, the last few months.
It wasn’t anger he was feeling, it was guilt.
He shook his head shamefully.
He knew it was his own immaturity had shoved a wedge between them.
He put down his pen and leaned forward to speak, “Alise…” The young woman looked up but not at him.
She gazed across the street.
Kristoff turned his head.
Sonali was walking on the other side of the street, her cold hard glare fixed on the two of them.
Both Alise and Kristoff had an uneasy feeling in their gut.
He sighed, “We are no longer speaking.” “Oh.
I’m sorry,” Alise replied softly.
He shook his head, “I was not honest with her from the beginning.” Alise put the paper down on the table.
She watched him.
His head was bowed to the ground and his features contorted.
It was obvious he was struggling with something in his mind.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what it was, but likely he needed to tell her and she needed to listen.
“Alise,” he said in a deep hushed voice, “Two months ago, when I thought you were with the man in the picture, Sonali and I…” His voice started to break.
It wasn’t something she was used to hearing, he was always so sure and steady.
She steeled herself as he struggled to complete his thought.
“We had gone to Stanley Park to study,” he continued, “But I could not focus.
We went for a walk in the woods.” He finally looked up from the ground, gazed into the gentle dark eyes of the woman seated across from him.
It was wrecking him to see her so concerned as he spoke but he needed to do this.
He said, “We kissed.
We kissed and Sonali did more than just kiss.” He measured Alise’s response carefully.
There was a nervous look on her face but nothing too extreme.
She was just listening intently.
“We kissed and she did…” he repeated himself trying to cross each barrier one at a time, “She kneeled down…” “I think I know,” Alise cut in.
She was surprisingly calm.
It unnerved him.
She said, “Did you two, uh…did you sleep with her?” He shook his head and looked at her anxiously, “Alise, we did not.
Please believe me.
We came close together in the forest but I stopped her.
I told her I did not want to.” Alise blinked, soaking in his confession, listening to him explain his struggles with trying to stay loyal to her.
“Please you must believe me,” he urged.
Alise’s eyes had drifted away just as her thoughts were doing.
After a moment, she nodded and cleared her throat, “I do.
I believe you, Kris.” Believing him wasn’t the problem.
The problem was that he had just confessed everything to her.
She knew why he did that.
She also knew she had to do the same if they were ever to move forward together.
In her mind, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had done far worse.
She reached out and held his hand.
“I believe you,” she repeated.
Her mouth remained open, trembling as she now took a moment to recollect her thoughts and put them to words.
Finally she said softly, “Kris, you have to believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you.” He squinted, unsure of what she was about to say.
She paused for a long, tense moment, painfully recalling her memories of that night at the Destination club.
“On-on one of my last nights in Hong Kong my friends took me to a club,” she spoke very slowly, her eyes instantly reflecting the strain of her memories, “We…I drank a lot, too much.
There were so many people.
We were dancing on the floor.
It was so crazy.
There was this man…” She gazed at Kristoff as she paused.
He was staring at her quietly.
His eyes broke her.
“I thought…I hadn’t heard from you for so long.
I-I was upset…trying…trying to forget,” her voice began to waiver.
She shook her head.
No she wasn’t going to make excuses, she said to herself.
She had to clear all of this from her soul.
Taking a deep breath, she continued, “And he was just…he came on so strong.
I can’t even remember what he looked like.
He was so…he was relentless…I didn’t know what I was doing.” She held onto his hand tightly.
He didn’t try to pull it away.
She struggled to continue to look at him but her eyes were starting to water.
A lump formed in her throat she couldn’t swallow.
“W-we…he took me to the parking lot,” she stammered, trying to catch her breath, trying to control the images of that night as they filled her head, “We…I-I didn’t stop him.
I let him…I-I should have…I couldn’t…didn’t stop him fast enough.” The memory was like a slap in the face and a kick to the gut.
She looked at Kristoff but he was just a blurry image now.
She couldn’t read his expressions, couldn’t tell if he was looking at her with anger or disgust.
She just held on tight to his hand.
“Oh god, Kris!” she cried, “Oh god, I’m sorry! I told him to stop! B-but he already was…h-he already had…” She closed her eyes.
She didn’t want to do this while crying.
She wanted to be honest with him.
But once she started sobbing she couldn’t control it anymore.
Tears streamed down her face.
She felt him pull his hand away from hers.
She cried out softly, “Kris!” Her hand was still outstretched across the table, hoping he would hold it again, hoping that wasn’t the last time she would ever feel his touch.
But as she continued to cry, she didn’t feel a hand reach to console her.
“Oh god,” she sobbed.
She had lost him.
When she felt a large gentle arm wrap around her shoulders, she gasped.
She looked up, quickly wiping the tears from her swollen red eyes.
She turned to face a handsome young man with blue eyes and brown hair who was sitting beside her, pulling her close to him on the picnic bench.
She continued to cry as he cradled her against his chest, lightly brushing her soft hair with his hand.
“Me as well,” he whispered to her, “I am sorry, Alise.
I am very sorry.” They stayed together like that on the bench for almost an hour.
************** Finals 5 weeks later…
“Alright Yanny,” Kristoff said to his sister over the phone, “You must listen to Mrs.Talbot.
But have fun.
Yes, I love you.” He held the phone out to the young Chinese woman seated on his couch.
“She wants to talk to you,” he said.
Alise took the phone and spoke, smiling, “Hi Illyana! You’re so lucky! Have fun at the cottage! Yes, remember to write in your diary.
Careful of the snapping turtles! Bye!” Kristoff took the phone clicking his tongue.
He sniffed, “Careful of the snapping turtles? You will give my sister nightmares!” “She’s a Maximo,” she smiled up at him, “She’ll deal with it.” With a sigh, he sat down beside her on the couch.
He was still anxious.
The cause of the anxiety lay on the coffee table in front of them, an envelope from the school.
The smaller woman nudged his arm.
“Open it,” she snapped.
He tilted his head and grimaced.
“Open it!” He snatched the envelope up and tore it open.
He pulled out the paper and stared at it.
Alise cocked her eyebrow and asked, “And so?” Continuing to stare at the paper, he nodded and grinned, “I have a very good tutor.” She took the paper from him looked over his grades and smiled.
She spoke in a fake Russian accent, “Da! Your tutor is VERY good!” They hugged each other close.
“This is a cause for celebration!” he exclaimed.
A serious look overcame her face though and she shook her head.
“No, Kris,” she replied, “You still have studies.” He sighed, “I know! I know! Another year before I get my certificate.” She turned to him grinning, “No.
I mean your studies for tonight.” Her gentle hands reached up and slowly began to undo his shirt buttons.
He watched her fingers work at his shirt as he asked, “And what are the lessons?” “Hmm,” she said as she pulled his shirt from his pants.
She ran her fingers along his belly and chest slowly.
Then she said, “First lesson: you have to tell me that you want me.” He looked deep into her lovely dark eyes.
He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I want you,” he said softly, watching her as she leaned forward and caressed his chest and nipples with her soft lips.
He sighed his voice quivering slightly, “I have wanted you for so long.” She looked up at him.
They locked their lips together in a passionate, anxious kiss, their first in nearly a year.
They breathed deeply as they pressed and opened and closed their mouths on one another.
It was Alise who held him close and tight to her body, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling his head as close as she could to her face with her hands.
She breathed deeply as she pressed her lips hard against his, drawing the air from his lungs.
When they parted, Kristoff had to lean back to catch his breath.
Both of their faces were red and warm.
It was getting hot very fast.
“I must buy that air-conditioner soon,” he gasped.
“Don’t you dare,” she grinned then she slid off the couch and knelt on the floor beside him.
Kristoff dragged his hand across his brow, wiping away the perspiration that was quickly building on his face as the young woman took her time to unbutton his fly.
He lifted his hips as she pulled down his pants and yanked them off his feet.
Then she ran her hands up his ankles and long, large legs, back to his hips.
She kissed his belly tenderly.
He was amazed how quickly she had gotten his blood to race.
With just her index fingers, she hooked the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down past his crotch.
Alise exposed his long, thick cock quickly twitching to life.
It was a familiar memory but no less enticing.
She wrapped her soft hands around it, leaving only his large dome showing.
With a flick of her hair and a quick lick of her lips, she flicked her tongue at the tip.
She felt his piece twinge in her hands.
As she pressed her tongue into the hole at the end, she listened to him languidly suck in air.
Then, moving her hands, she moved in again and took the top end of his shaft into her mouth.
“Ahh, Alise,” he groaned.
Her rosy cheeks drew sallow as she stroked him slowly with her lips and tongue.
She rolled up on her legs, kneeling between his, her hands pressed up against his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his length.
She gulped and slurped, the saliva building in her mouth quickly, streaks of warm wetness dripping down his cock.
He brushed her fine black hair gently.
The care and concentration she put into any activity she did was there as she worked his cock to over-stimulated perfection with her mouth and tongue.
From his gut, he groaned, “Alise, I want you.” With one last long drag of her lips and tongue from the base of his cock, up his hardening shaft, ending at his tip, she looked up at him and smiled.
She stood up shoving the coffee table back to give her more floor space.
Kristoff, slumped in the couch, looked up at her.
With a coy grin, she kicked off her flip flop sandals.
Then she undid the button of her shorts and pulled down the zipper with painfully slow deliberateness.
She pushed her shorts down just enough to reveal the top part of her lace panties that ran high along her hips.
She let them hang there for a second before seductively swaying her hips.
The shorts slid down her smooth legs.
She stepped out of them as they settled onto the floor.
Kristoff was breathing deeply.
He had taken his staff into his hand, steadily stroking it.
Never shifting her eyes away from him, she lifted her t-shirt up past her belly, stopping just under her breasts.
Kristoff tilted his head, unsure if he could stand the teasing much longer.
With a sweet giggle, she lifted her shirt past her chest and slipped it over her head.
She stood there before holding her shirt.
She was wearing white lace underwear, the fine material lovingly hugging her toned skin.
“Bozhe Moi,” Kristoff croaked as he scanned her body as if seeing her attractive figure for the first time.
He rubbed his cock a little harder.
She flipped her t-shirt into his face.
When he yanked it off, he had a nice view of her lovely ass backing into him.
“Mind if I have a seat, Mr.Maximo?” she asked sheepishly.
He sat upright against the back of the couch and opened his legs.
Alise sat down between them and leaned back against Kristoff’s body.
She felt his hot, hard cock rub against her back.
She bit her lower lip at its touch.
She craned her neck to the side and her mouth was met with his.
They kissed hungrily.
Kristoff’s large rough hands came forward across her body.
They met in the middle at her belly but then immediately parted from there.
His right hand slipped under the cup of her bra fondling the tenderness he found there and teasing her nipple with gentle pinches.
His left sank below the crotch of her panties.
His finger probed through her soft bush and felt her damp slit waiting for him.
Now it was Alise’s turn to groan.
Her hand covered the crotch of her panties, only a layer of silk material between her hand and his.
She pressed down on his hand as he rubbed her, sliding his fingers up and down her moist petals.
He knew what she liked and he liked to please her.
As he kissed the side of her neck, he slipped his fingers gently into her.
“Uhhhn,” she moaned.
Her head rolled back against his shoulder.
Up and down her slit he slid his fingers, then in and out.
He thumbed and pulled and pinched her tingling clit.
His touch made her hips sway upward.
Kristoff’s own hips were rolling, rubbing his bare cock up and down the small of her back.
Her mouth hung open now as she breathed deeply and quickly.
As he fondled her breasts, he could feel her heart beating rapidly.
She had an aching smile as she swallowed and breathed, “Lesson two: tell me you want to make love to me.” “I do.
I do,” he responded quickly as he nibbled her ear lobe, “I want to make love to you Alise Zhang.
All night.
As long as I can.” She leaned forward baring her back to him.
She turned her head to the side, looking back with her eyes, as he undid the clasp of her bra.
As she sat up he pulled the cups off of her tits and slid the straps down her arms.
He clamped his hands around her breasts and massaged them firmly, kissing the back of her neck, as she shimmied out of her panties.
Alise stood up slightly.
Kristoff closed his legs slightly and held onto his cock.
She sat back on his lap, her back to him.
Placing his hands on her waist he, lifted her up and leaned her back against him.
Her heels at the edge of the couch, her legs spread over her lap, she wiggled her hips as she positioned his erect cock against her aching snatch.
She closed her eyes as she lowered herself onto him.
“Ahhn,” she gasped softly.
Kristoff held her close as she slid down over his cock.
She was as warm and as tender as he remembered.
His head was swirling with delight as he enjoyed the feel of entering her once again.
She felt and savoured every inch of her lover as he pushed into her.
The memories of the previous summer came flooding back to her head washing away the darkness of the last few months.
It made this moment, to be able to feel him inside of her once more, exhilarating.
As soon as her soft bottom had pressed up against his crotch, his stiff cock deep inside of her, he thrust his crotch upward.
Alise pushed her heels into the seat of the couch lifting herself up then lowering herself back down.
They quickly got into a rhythm and soon he was pumping his piece steadily into her as she bucked and rolled her hips over and over.
Their breaths became more rapid and they quickened their lustful pace.
Both of their stomach muscles tensed and rolled.
Soon the young woman was bouncing swiftly up and down his throbbing cock, her back sliding against his slick sweat covered chest.
She leaned back and they kissed again, tongues lashing about and exploring each other.
They blew gasps and grunts of air into one another’s mouths.
It was too warm.
They both were glistening from a sheen of perspiration.
They didn’t care.
“Uhn! Uhn! Kris!” She gasped.
She stepped off of him, his piece slipping out.
Quickly she turned around and climbed onto the couch again.
This time facing him, she once more sank onto him as he held his cock under her.
She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, her hands clutching at the hair on the top and back of his head as she pushed his face against her warm soft chest.
As she continued to ride his cock, he suckled and kissed her shining tits.
He made hungry, primal gasps as he switched back and forth between the nicely sloping breasts.
She then yanked his hair, jerking his head back.
“Ahhh-mammnn!” she groaned before she locked her mouth over his.
Again her cheeks went sallow as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.
Kristoff dragged his fingertips down her smooth back, leaving red streaks from her neck down to her butt.
Still she road him, the slick sounds of wet bodies slapping against one another filling the small room.
If they had ever stopped to think about it, they would probably be amazed at how the old couch had managed to handle so many of their energetic sessions.
They were testing its limits now as she rode him quickly and he bucked against her hard.
The couch strained and creaked as they rocked one another.
“Huh! Huh! Alise!” Kristoff moaned loudly.
He clutched at her ass and small of her back then he shifted on the couch.
He leaned forward then, holding her, he stood up.
His large muscles strained as he lifted her up but soon he was carrying her as he continued to roll his hips upward.
Alise locked her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck, lifting herself up only to quickly drop back down onto his slick cock.
He watched her intently, her own eyes closed and her mouth open and gasping.
“Alise,” he breathed, “Huhn! Alise, I have waited to…huhn…waited to make love to you so long.” She opened her eyes.
They were black and watery and beautiful as she looked longingly at him, her handsome young lover with the ocean blue eyes.
She nodded and smiled.
Alise leaned far back, Kristoff supporting her as she barely held on with her fingers to the back of his neck.
He almost wasn’t prepared for it but she let go with one hand and then the other.
He leaned forward quickly, his hands sliding to the small of her back as she continued to fall back.
He felt her legs clutch tightly against his waist.
Alise hung upside down, her back straining in an arch, her belly flattening out, her breasts stretching out, her arms brushing the floor.
Kristoff held onto her tight and continued to drive into her.
His face and neck muscles strained.
She had let herself go completely.
The blood rushed to her head and it was difficult to breath.
As he went in and out of her relentlessly , it had an intoxicating effect.
Awkwardness and discomfort aside, she still had a delirious smile on her face.
The feeling was also incredible for Kristoff.
She was completely and utterly open to him, her sweet pink flesh taking in all of his staff wantonly wand willingly.
The pressure surging in his groin made his stomach ache and his legs buckle.
He lowered her down onto the rug.
He did so gently but immediately stepped up the pace of his thrusts.
He hooked her legs up with his arms as he leaned forward.
His strokes were stiff and unimpeded.
“Hahn! Hahn! Uhn! Uhn-nn!” Alise groaned, holding onto her shaking tits.
His butt shook quickly up and down, back and forth.
Their wet crotches slapped hard against one another.
Her pussy tightened and clenched, while his cock was swelling and his balls ached.
She reached up and pulled him in close as they locked their lips together for another in an unending series of hot, loud and wet kisses.
“Ah-ahhuuun! Mmm! Ahn!’ she groaned.
His own grunts were similar in rhythm and intensity.
She swallowed and grasped at her remaining senses as she gasped, “Kris.” “Alise,” he answered her.
“Ahhn…Kris…tell me,” she moaned and looked at him with her gentle, hopeful eyes, “Tell me…uhn…tell me you love me.” He tried to relax his face as best he could, steadying his pounding heart as he cast his deep blue eyes upon her.
She was the only thought in his head.
He gulped then spoke as clearly as possible, “I love you, Alise.” He buried his face against her neck and groaned, “I love you.” Everything fell away as they melted into one another, every misunderstanding, every doubt, every hurtful moment.
This was their forgiveness.
As they wrapped and held their bodies close and gave and took all they had from one another all was forgotten.
No other words were necessary.
Just their love and desire for one another which intensified with each longing kiss, each surging thrust, each strained groan.
They each earned the compassion of the other.
“Ahn! I love you Kris!” she gasped, “Huhn! Huhn! Love you.” “Huhn! Huhn!” his breaths were strained and rapid.
His body tensed, and he groaned deeply, “Huhhh-UUUUHNN!!” Kristoff stiffened as he climaxed.
He felt the cum rush and spurt out of him and into Alise.
He grunted and bucked against her crotch as strands of his thick goo flowed through and out him.
The moment she felt his fluids fill her tight snatch, Alise convulsed.
“NNN-ahhh! Unn-ahhhhn!” she cried out, tilting her head back and arching her back as she reached her own orgasm.
She felt a rush through her entire body concentrate at her crotch then spill forth.
Her wet juices slicked and trickled down his cock and dripped down to her anus.
“Ah god.
Oh god,” she gasped.
Unabated ecstasy raced through every pore on her tingling flesh.
Kristoff felt the same.
He savoured the feeling that coursed through him.
He lay on top of her spent and satisfied beyond his expectations.
Her body was so warm and so soft.
He could stay like this, joined with her, forever.
She brushed back her damp hair.
She was hot and thirsty but she didn’t want to move.
She let all the tingling aches and tender pains she felt in and on her body sink in.
Gently she ran her fingers up and down Kristoff’s large back.
Finally, reluctantly, the large slid off of her, his cum covered shaft slipping out of her.
He rolled to her side on the carpet.
They both lay on their sides looking at one another.
They couldn’t stop touching each other, playing with their hair or running their hands up their arms and sides.
And they couldn’t take their eyes off one another.
They both looked like they had run a marathon.
Both would say the other never looked better.
After taking their time to quietly admire the glow of one another, Alise said, “Well, I think we both passed.” He chuckled.
As he caressed her breast he said, “It is good that we are both good teachers.” She smiled, “And good students.” They both laughed softly then they looked at each other tenderly.
She spoke with a steady gentle voice, “I do love you Kris.
You know that.” He closed his eyes and nodded.
When he opened them he said to her, “I love you as well.” They kissed softly then.
No more lessons.
************** 1 year later…
Alise made her way across the campus field over to her family standing near the fountain, holding up the skirt of her graduation gown as she walked.
She waved her teacher’s certificate in the air proudly and they quickly gathered around to hug her.
They took endless individual pictures of her.
Then when it came to the family photo, her father looked around.
He handed the camera to a tall young man wearing a new grey suit and black tie.
The young man listened carefully as the older Chinese man explained how to use the camera.
Alise giggled at the sight.
Finally her father joined her by her side along with her mother and sister.
The young man with the camera waved his hand to position them properly.
“Okay! We are ready!” he said with a gentle Russian accent, “Everybody say ‘Borscht’!” They laughed.
Click.
The tall man exchanged positions with the family.
He wrapped his arm around Alise.
They smiled.
“Okay!” said her father.
“Wait!” a small voice called out.
A young blonde girl, who seemed to have grown another 3 inches the past year, scurried over and handed Alise a white rose.
“Thank you, Illyana,” she said as she took the flower.
“Get out of the picture, Yanny,” Kristoff quipped playfully.
The little girl skipped away, sticking out her tongue.
They leaned in close to one another.
“Are you still wearing your flip flops?” he asked out of the side of his mouth.
“Of course,” she replied, “Nice suit by the way.” “Do you think your parents will notice if it is the same one when they come to my graduation next week?” “Probably,” she smiled, “But we’ll just deal with it.” “Okay! Smile!” her father called out.
They did.
*Click*
Mother and Son: The Prequel
Mother and Son: The Prequel This story complements my first 2 stories; it tells of my first taste of incest before my marriage.
Mother and Son: The Prequel Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
After an overwhelming response from my first two stories, especially Mother and Son which has attracted over 350,000 readers; I have decided to open up and reveal my first incestuous experience.
Reflecting back over the years, there is no doubt that what happened between my brother and I planted the seeds for the present day.
I would like to share these experiences with you all.
I was born back in January of 1964 and lived outside a small country town in Victoria, a township called Yallourn North.
My earliest recollections of my life go back to when I was four or five years old.
These memories and flashbacks go through my upbringing, schooling, moving to Melbourne and ultimately to New South Wales where I met my husband in the army.
This story is a combination of reflections and memoires over a 15 year period from 1968 to 1983.
Unlike the great movie, Summer of 42 , this is the Summer of 82.
I can clearly recall the old farm that we lived on.
The rent was free in exchange for the upkeep and minding of the place, which made it quite attractive for mum and dad.
We had a cow to milk, some chooks, dogs, cats and two horses.
There was electricity to the place, but there were no water mains or flushing toilets.
The house was a two-bedroom bungalow type building, with a kitchen, lounge and bathroom.
The laundry was in a shed outside and the toilet was an outhouse with a septic tank.
Fresh water was limited and supplied from rainwater gathered in a large tank.
There was also a dam in the paddock for general watering purposes of stock and a small vegetable garden.
The dam also doubled up as a swimming hole in the summer months.
I have an older brother, Stephen, who is 16 months older than me.
Being a two-bedroom house, we had to share the same bedroom; He had a double bed and I slept in a single bed.
I can still recall every night after dinner, mum or dad would put us in the bath together where we would play and splash water everywhere.
What we never washed ourselves, mum or dad washed afterwards.
In the evening, we would watch black and white television before going to bed.
Bathing together and dressing and undressing together was a normal everyday practice as we shared the same bedroom.
I guess, even to this day, this is the reason why I have no inhibitions; and why I have never been ashamed of my body.
Steve and I both went to the Yallourn kindergarten, then the Yallourn Primary School, followed by the Yallourn High School until it closed in 1977 when I was in year 8.
When the town was dug up for the brown coal, we finished our schooling at the Newborough High School.
At this stage I was 13 years old and Steve was 15 years old.
There was nothing ever sexual between us, not even a hint of it at this stage in our lives.
Nothing happened that shouldn t have.
In the winter, I can recall times of heavy rain on the tin roof we had, as well as thunderstorms near summer with hail.
I was always scared of the lightning and thunder, and on those nights I always crept into Steve s bed for comfort.
Apart from that, like any brother and sister, we would play together on the double bed every morning before breakfast and before going to bed at night.
The next three years passed pretty uneventfully.
I had just turned 16 during the school holidays before commencing year 11 at high school.
Steve had completed his high school and about to start university at the Gippsland Institute of Advanced Education.
After having a bath one night we got dressed in nightclothes, played a game of monopoly and went to bed.
Before putting the bedside light out, I had been reading my favourite book, JRR Tolkien s Lord of the Rings .
Steve was lying back in bed with a sheet over him and he asked me to get out of bed and stand at the end of his bed.
Tracey, can you please stand over here for me? he said, pointing to the end of the bed.
Without giving it a second thought, I did as he asked.
Tracey, take your nightie off please and stand here.
I thought he was playing a game so I played along with him.
Tracey, take your panties off, I want to look at your tits and your pussy.
Quite bemused, I obeyed again to his desires.
Just stand there for a few minutes, Tracey, was his comment.
Unabashedly naked, I looked at him, smiling, not knowing what to expect next.
Looking down at the bed, I noticed that Steve s sheet was still pulled up to his neck, but there was obvious movement beneath the sheets.
I could hear his breathing becoming a little more rapid, his face was beginning to redden.
What are you doing Stephen? I innocently asked.
Nothing Tracey, just looking at you, was his reply.
Shortly after that, the movement of the sheet stopped and he gave out a deep sigh, before asking me to turn out the light and go to sleep.
Bewildered, I turned off the lights and we both went to sleep.
The previous procedure happened again the next night.
I knew something funny was going on but I didn t know what.
After the movement stopped and the gasp came out, instead of turning off the light, I tore off his top sheet.
To my amazement, Stephen was naked under the sheet, his penis was big and hard, and he had all this gooey white stuff on his chest and tummy.
I learned later on, that he had been shown how to masturbate by one of his classmates while at high school.
This was a real eye opener for me as I had never seen cum before in my life.
On commencing year 12 in February 1980, a few of the other girls in my class talked about masturbation and what they did.
I told them that my brother rubs himself until something comes out of his penis.
They laughed and told me he is just jacking off.
It was then that I started to masturbate myself and discover the pleasures that it gave.
I guess it was just a part of growing up and discovering things for oneself.
The next time he wanted to go through his ritual before going to sleep, instead of standing naked at the end of the bed for him, I took off the top sheet revealing his engorged cock in his hand.
I sat down on the bed beside him and asked him to jack off and that I wanted to see him cum.
Although sheepish, bordering on embarrassment, Steve proceeded to jack off and squirt his cum over his tummy and chest.
I can still remember looking in absolute amazement as the ropes of cum were shooting out.
The first two squirts were the most powerful, with each ensuing ejaculation diminishing in power to a dribble.
Fascinated, I leant over and touched his cum to see what it felt like.
It was creamy white, sticky but slippery, and it resembled hair conditioner that I used in the bath.
The most amazing thing for me was that three minutes later it had all dissolved into a runny, water like substance.
During 1980, we got a bit more eventful.
When alone at night or at weekends we would masturbate together and even started to masturbate one another.
I loved the feel of his cock in my hand.
It gave me a feeling of power as I was able to make him cum whenever I wanted to.
Steve would rub my breasts or finger my pussy as I relieved his tensions by depositing his load wherever it landed.
I masturbated quite regularly, learning from other classmates, and progressed to using the handle of my hairbrush which was about the same thickness and shape as a cock.
After completing my HSC or matriculation in 1981, dad got a much better job down in Melbourne.
In early 82, the Summer of 82, we all moved down to Melbourne, leaving the wonderful memories of country Victoria behind.
Childhood memories, memories of growing up, developing into womanhood, and memories of all my friends at the time.
Dad had rented a three-bedroom apartment in the trendy, inner city suburb of South Yarra.
I now had my own bedroom to myself which seemed so strange after all those years sharing with my brother.
Better still, we had running water, a shower and a flushing toilet.
Steve and I still had some time to keep up masturbating each other.
I was 18 now and fully developed with B-cup breasts and a thick bushy pussy.
Several months later, mum and dad were invited to some of dad s work friends place for a party one Saturday night.
This left Steve and I alone together for the night.
We had been watching television when Steve said that he was given a VHS movie to watch from a school friend of his.
Steve was now completing his Engineering degree at the Melbourne University.
The VHS movie was called Debbie Does Dallas .
I had no idea what to expect.
The movie was a real porn movie, something I had never seen before.
There was real fucking, oral sex, everything you could imagine.
I had never once thought before about putting a cock in my mouth, never mind swallowing it as well.
I was sitting beside Steve on the couch whose eyes were glued to the television screen.
I have to admit that I was feeling vey horny and started to rub myself through my shorts.
Steve was obviously getting hard too as there was a bulge in his jeans.
Without even thinking, I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock.
Unrestrained, it unfolded into six inches of hard pliable flesh.
Hardening still further in my hands, I bent over and licked around the head of his uncircumcised cock.
Getting off the couch I pulled off his jeans and underpants and knelt before him on the floor.
I went down on him again, licking his cock, flicking my tongue around the bulbous knob at the end.
Becoming more adventuresome, I slowly lowered my lips and mouth over his cock and engulfed it inch by inch.
I started gagging and eased off a bit.
Finding what was comfortable for me, I started on what I now know as a blow job.
Steve was excited, too excited, and suddenly pushed my face back, let out a groan and spewed his cum over my face.
We looked at each other in surprise, disbelief and burst out giggling.
We then went back to watching Debbie Does Dallas as Steve recovered from his loss of semen.
I loved the end bit when Debbie was fucked by Mister Greenfield who had an amazing cock.
At that instant in time I was wondering what it would be like to have a cock deep inside me, filling my pussy with white hot cum.
My mind and senses were going crazy.
Steve, I got a real wild idea.
Do you want to try something new? I stammered out to Steve.
What s that? What idea have you got now, Tracey? Let s go to the bedroom and try something out Steve…
Like what, Tracey? Follow me to the bedroom and find out, I cried.
I led Steve to my bedroom (the double bed is mine now) and disrobed.
Steve was already naked.
I want you to fuck me like Mister Greenfield did to Debbie.
Please, please, please say yes Steve.
Steve needed no convincing.
He was hot and horny and the fact that we were brother and sister played no part of the equation.
I went down on Steve again with a blowjob to get him hard while he was fingering me.
I was already moist from watching the movie and rubbing myself.
Lying on my back I told Steve to get on top and put his cock inside me.
It was both our first time and there was a bit of fumbling to find the hole and get the alignment right.
I could finally feel him inside.
Push, push, Steve.
Go in and out like in the movie.
But when you know you are going to cum make sure you pull out.
Being over excited, Steve only gave about five or six pushes until he pulled out and cum shot all over my tummy.
We lay there together, embraced, smiled and kissed each other.
Within 20 minutes Steve was ready to go again.
This time he lasted around two or three minutes before cumming again.
This incestuous relationship lasted for around 12 months.
By then we were quite good at it whenever we got the chance to be together.
In early 1983 I applied for a job at the army barracks near Singleton in NSW as an office worker.
I got the job and started up there a month later, leaving mum, dad and Steve back in Victoria.
It was soon after arriving there that I dated a guy who was doing army training there.
The date turned out to be catastrophic as he threw up all over me in the back of a car after a party.
Who could ever forget an experience like that? Having ditched him immediately, I soon dated Shaun, a young officer at the barracks.
We soon got engaged and we were married 12 months later in 1984.
In 1985, our son Harrison was born.
For all you readers who have read my first two stories, you are well aware of my relationship with Harry.
So Harry was not my first journey into incest, but like with my brother Steve, nothing was planned.
Now that I have met up with a lesbian couple through Lush, and they are coming down to stay with us for two weeks next month, I am sure I will have other stories to tell.
Continue reading Mother and Son
Molly Masturbates
Molly Masturbates A girl borrows some sex toys and enjoys them for the first time.
Molly brushed her bangs out of her eyes, the wind gusts blowing her shoulder-length straight red hair around as she stood on the front steps of her house, waving goodbye to the car that was pulling out of the driveway.
She could see her father through the car window as he drove away; her mother turned back in the passenger seat to wave back at her.
As the car moved down the street, Molly waved again, and turned back to go inside the house.
Although it was very bright and sunny, it was still only the second week of April, and so it wasn’t quite warm enough to walk around outside in the tank-top, shorts and flip flops that she had been wearing inside.
She shut the door behind her, and leaned back with a sigh, then locked it.
Finally she had the house to herself, and for at least four days too.
With her parents heading a few hours drive away for a theatre festival, her nineteen year old sister Moira still finishing up her exams at University and not coming home for another week, and her younger brother Michael out of the province at a Rugby tournament with his high-school, for at least the next three or four days, she could enjoy the house to herself.
Having the house to herself was a pretty common event; her brother was usually so busy with sports and her parents were active on the weekends, but this was the first time that they had left her alone since her 17th birthday party a month ago.
She had had a sleep over of her three best friends.
Like all of their sleepovers, they stayed up very late watching movies and YouTube videos and chatting.
They were all 17, as among the small group of her best friends, she had been the last to have her birthday.
As was normal, the conversation had turned to boys and sex, however more about sex than boys.
They had started talking about masturbation, which they had sometimes mentioned before but usually the topic had been changed.
This time, they had continued talking about it.
Jess, the oldest of the three friends, had mentioned that she had purchased a rabbit vibrator after her birthday, and that she had been using it fairly often.
The other friend, Vanessa, had agreed and talked about the vibrator that she had purchased online with her credit card, about which her parents had no idea.
While Molly was comfortable with masturbation, and she actually really enjoyed it, she had never thought about using anything other than her fingers, or the movable shower-head in her bathroom, or the rushing water from the tap in the bathtub.
With her laptop handy, the three girls had spent half an hour looking at toys on various websites, before they all became tired and fell asleep.
Molly had been the last one to fall asleep, and as she had lain there she thought about what it might be like to use a toy, or to try one at least.
She had put the thought out of her mind, but a couple of weeks later she had noticed that she had been thinking about sex toys at least once a day.
She was too nervous to talk to either Jess or Vanessa about it, but there was someone with whom she could talk about anything, and so one night she was working on her laptop in her room when her sister Moira had logged onto Skype.
It was fairly late, their parents were out at the Opera and so when they turned on the video chat conversation she had not bothered to use the headphones and microphone to disguise the conversation.
After catching up on life in general, Molly brought the topic around to sex toys.
As she expected, Moira was not shocked by the topic at all, although she was kind of surprised that Molly had not heard of them before, as she had bought her first one when she was 16.
They continued to chat about toys for another twenty minutes, before Moira said something that Molly had not expected.
If you want sis, I can get a toy for you.
They know me pretty well at the store, it’s just down the block from me, and I have a coupon for 10% off my next purchase.
I was going to buy another dildo for me, but I haven’t bought you a birthday present yet.
Molly was a little stunned, and a little excited at the chance to get her own toy, something she could use to masturbate whenever she wanted.
She looked at her sister on the cam are you serious? she asked, and Moira just responded by raising her eyebrows and nodding.
Although the idea very much excited her, she was torn about the idea of using sex toys at all, and wasn’t sure that she would know how to use one if her sister did get it for her.
Moira smiled, and then tried to reassured her sister Its not a big deal sis.
If you aren’t sure..
there really isn’t any harm in trying one out.
I left a few of my toys at home in my bedroom, so that I could still use toys when I masturbate at home.
If you want, you can borrow my toys, just make sure that you wash them before you put them back, and make sure mom and dad don’t find out! I have about eighty dollars worth of toys at home and I don’t want to lose them.
She smiled again.
“Don’t worry about it sis…
they are very easy to experiment with, and if you want one of the ones I have, show me which one and I’ll get it as a belated birthday present.
Just after that, her parents had come home, so Molly finished her homework and went to bed, although she kept thinking about what Moira had said, and the toys that were somewhere in the room just on the other side of the wall next to her bed.
About five minutes later, the light on her blackberry started to flash.
Molly grabbed it, and saw that her sister had sent her an email with the subject line Where to find what we were talking about .
Although a week or so had passed since that conversation, she had been unable to get into her sisters room to find the toys as her mother had been around the house, working from home for the past few days.
There had been one day when her mother had left to run errands, and by the time that Molly had been able to find the courage to go into her sisters room, and found the box of toys underneath the bed behind the extra blankets her mother had already returned home.
It had been too a close call, and she hadn’t risked taking another chance.
But now with her parents away, she could catch up on the masturbation that she had not been able to do over the last week, and try out her sisters toys at the same time.
She kicked off her flip flops into the cupboard by the front door, then took the stairs two at a time to get to the floor with the bedrooms.
She used the ornament on the top of the bannister to pivot around the top of the stairs, and headed towards the front of the house, where her and Moira’s bedrooms were side-by-side and together composed the front width of the house.
She opened the door to Moira’s bedroom, and moving first to her hands and knees, then to her stomach, she slid sideways so that her left arm was halfway underneath the bed.
Pushing pillows and blankets aside, she pulled out the small tackle box that Moira kept her sex toys in.
She also felt that there was a plastic bag with DVDs in it, and with the very tips of her fingers grabbed that at the same time.
Bringing both with her, she shimmied back out into the centre of the room, then examined what she had.
The bag was full of what was clearly porn.
Although her friends had talked about watching porn, she had never done it herself.
There were mostly pictures of women on the box, giving men blowjobs, or having sex with each other.
One case showed a picture of an older woman, around her mother’s age, with very large breasts who was using a sex toy on herself.
Molly put all the discs back into the bag, then went across the hallway into her room.
Placing the tackle box and DVDs on her bed, she went over to her open window and close the curtain.
She reached down and across her body with both arms, and raising them over her head removed the red cotton racer-back tank top, and placed it onto the bed next to the box.
She then removed the Victoria’s Secret black semi-cup front clasp bra, and placed it on the bed on top of her tank.
Then in one motion, she pushed down her shorts and boyshorts at the same time, then stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
Molly turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror that she had on her wall.
Her breasts were nice and plump, and sat nicely on her chest with oval areolas and good sized nipples.
Her flat stomach was something she was very proud of, but the way that her butt formed a nice half globe was something she was still getting used to, even if her friends all were jealous .
With the box of toys in one hand and the DVD with the woman masturbating in the other, she walked down the stairs then went down into the basement where the home theatre was setup.
She slipped the DVD into the player, then went and sat down in the first tier of seats.
She leaned the seat way back, put the toys on the chair next to her and opened it up as the porn started playing automatically.
On the screen Devon Michaels start talking about masturbation and sex toys.
Molly watched the screen as the porn star took off her dress, bra and panties, everything except her heels.
Molly leaned back in the chair, moved her butt forward and spread her legs, feet flat on the arms of the chair.
She put the fingers of her right hand in her mouth, and bit them gently as she started to play with her breasts with her left hand.
She moved her right hand down to her pussy, and traced her lips with split fingers, then slowly moved her right hand’s fingers inside of her, as she teased her clit with another finger.
On the screen, the gorgeous curvy woman was on her hands and knees, facing away from the camera, reaching between her legs and using a dildo on her pussy, so Molly reached beside her into the box with her right hand, and pulled out the toy Vanessa had called a rabbit.
With it in her right hand, she twisted it so that the bunny ears were facing towards the ceiling.
She had become very wet as she had played with her clit, and after she turned on the toy, she slid it in slowly all the way, feeling it move against her wetness.
Until it slid all the way in and the rabbit ears just touched her clit.
Closing her eyes, she listened to the woman in the porn as she moaned very loudly, and talked dirty about the size of the dildo inside her.
Molly started to squeeze her nipples with her thumb and forefinger on her left hand, then ran her palm over her breast and neck as she started to pull the rabbit out of her, and push it back in.
She had turned it completely on, the beads were turning, the rabbit shaking and every time she pulled it in and out the sensation drove her nuts.
Molly arched her back, lifting her butt off the chair of the seat.
She opened her eyes, and saw that the porn star had attached a dildo to a wooden chair with a suction cup, and was squatting over the seat, lowering herself onto the dildo and raising it again, her breasts moving all around with her efforts.
Although she had not thought she was attracted to women, watching the video made Molly even wetter than she had been before.
She started moving the rabbit in and out of her faster and faster, watching the woman on the stage thrust back and forth, making the chair rock a bit with her thrusts.
As she moved swiftly towards her orgasm, Molly had to fight to keep her eyes open, watching the video as the clip switched, and showed a woman being fucked by a dildo attached to some sort of machine.
Molly shifted, and pivoted so that she was up and down on the chair.
She put the base of the rabbit on the chair, and spreading her legs as far apart on the chair as she could she kneeled, and lowered herself down onto the toy, guiding it into herself as far as she could.
She turned off the twisting beads but kept the rabbit ears moving as she settled them onto her clit.
Grabbing her breasts with both hands, she played with them as she thrust her hips back and forth, and moved them in a circle enjoying the rabbit inside her and the feeling on her clit.
She moved more jerkily as she moved closer to orgasm, and finally the feeling gushed as she shifted back down, rubbing the shaft of the toy against the inside of her pussy.
Molly sagged back against the chair, leaving the toy inside of her and just trying to cope with the orgasm itself.
After a few minutes of recovery, she slid her legs forward over the front of the chair, pulled the rabbit out of her, and dropped it on the floor in front of the chair.
She relaxed for a moment, decided that although the rabbit was a lot of fun, clearly she would have to try the other toys in the box too.
But not now, in a few minutes.
The Reading Room
The Reading Room Kaitlin finds herself in a compromising position In about an hour I’d be sipping a fruity merlot and watching a glorious sunset slip below the horizon.
I’d been promising myself some time away for god knows how long.
Sun, sea and secluded sandy beaches; exactly what I needed.
I gazed out the car window, counting down the miles at each passing road sign.
The chalet was only a few miles from the nearest village, but pretty secluded apparently.
So much so, it wasn’t even on our map.
I wasn’t too bothered, if it came to it, we could always ask a local for directions.
My driver and traveling companion for the trip was my old friend Luke Francis.
To be perfectly clear, there were absolutely no romantic ties between us.
None what-so-ever, not even a passing fancy.
Don’t get me wrong, he was very presentable and had a nice fit body, 6′ 1 tall, with a faint sun tan and dark wavy hair.
I smiled and gave him a side-ways look.
He’d make somebody a good husband some day.
Once he got his life sorted that was.
Commitment wasn’t his forte.
Between working as a journalist and the endless revelry of sports he pursued, there was little chance of finding love.
Half the time I reckon he didn’t even notice the army of female admirers who seemed to flock around him.
He was like their own personal God.
We’d hardly see much of one another anyway over the next day or so.
I glanced behind me at the heap of surf equipment crammed into the back of the vehicle.
I had my own plans anyway, the pile of books I’d brought with me, and a spot of photography would keep me more than busy.
The chalet was a weekend escape that belonged to our friends Caley and Brent Hooper.
It was always last minute with them depending on their timetable that week.
So, it could end up just being me and Luke.
Either way, I was excited about exploring some place new.
Pretty soon Luke was manoeuvring the 4×4 along a dirt track.
Stray branches from over hanging trees scuffed the roof as we moved at a crawling pace.
A small animal darted out in front of us, but luckily the car was barely moving, and it disappeared unscathed into the bush camouflage beyond.
The over-spilling grass verges at either side hampered any real progress.
On-coming traffic at this point would have been disastrous.
I tried to conceal my disquiet by staying silent.
I just hoped we’d found the correct trail, and that we would in fact have a roof over our heads for the night.
Darkness wasn’t far off, and I really didn’t fancy slumming it in the car.
As the minutes ticked by we ventured deeper into uncharted territory.
All of a sudden the forest came to an end as sunlight cascaded through the car wind-screen.
We had arrived.
The Hooper’s chalet sat perched almost on a cliffs edge looking onto a spectacular sea-scape of translucent blue.
There were some other chalets dotted along the same trail, each one painted an eye-catching colour.
There seemed to be no real signs of life.
I got the impression no one had been there recently.
The curtains were drawn and the exterior had a look of general neglect.
I’d brought along a sleeping bag and a few other bits and bobs, but nothing else.
I don’t know what I’d expected really.
Right now I was just anxious to get inside.
Luke went to fetch our stuff from the back of the 4×4 while I checked for a key.
Caley said there was one beneath a flower pot right next to the front door.
I lent down and shuffled the earthen-ware pot to one side.
Sure enough, there it was.
I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the rickety old door.
Moments later I was stood in the lounge, it looked to be comfortable enough if a little basic.
There were two bedrooms and a galley kitchen just off the lounge, and a small w/c at the back.
Whew, here’s your bags…
how long you staying for did you say? asked Luke.
I turned to face him and laughed.
Just til Sunday, why, did I bring too much stuff? He grimaced before drawing back the curtains.
I should have known really, you never travel light.
I shrugged and made for one of the bedrooms.
It was stuffy so I threw open a window to let some air in.
The entire place smelt musty, and reminded me of a past time.
Everything seemed to be in miniature dating back to the 1970′s era.
A revamp wouldn’t go amiss.
A healthy budget and a little imagination was called for.
It wasn’t as if the Hooper’s were cash strapped.
I supposed it was a time thing.
It served the purpose though; their retreat away from it all.
So, does Madam require room service? enquired Luke.
I chuckled wondering if he’d rung up for a take-away.
Then I remembered there was no mobile signal here, or any land-line telephone for that matter.
A bottle of your finest merlot, and a cheese toastie, I said expectantly.
Coming right up, he said turning towards the kitchen.
We’d only brought enough supplies for a light supper and a simple breakfast.
I guessed the light supper was on it’s way.
A short time later……
The sky had turned a coppery amber as we sat outside on the veranda, and the sun was just a hazy glow in the distance.
Do you think Caley and Brent will turn up? I said without looking away from the picturesque scene.
Luke glanced at his watch.
It’s 9:00pm already, a bit late for them now I reckon.
At least they’d stocked up the cupboards, and hadn’t forgotten the wine rack which pleased me.
I took a sip of the merlot and watched Luke drink his lager.
There was one thing, in all the years we’d been friends he’d never tried to come onto me, not even once.
Of course he’d kissed me on Birthdays and at Christmas as a matter of ritual.
I’d lost track of which woman he’s been seeing at the time though.
I laughed, wasn’t it strange, I’d never even been the least bit interested in his personal life.
I was a shoulder to cry on when it all went tits up, as it very often did.
He was hard to pin down was Luke.
As we sat there the temperature was dropping and the last of the evening sun faded into nothing.
The glow of a lantern lit up the area around us.
I sensed a kind of sadness hanging on Luke, it made me want to reach out and hug him.
Under normal circumstanced I probably would have.
I wished the Hooper’s were here.
Brent was so gregarious you couldn’t help but laugh at his outrageous one liners.
Are you okay? I eventually asked.
Sure, I was probably just thinking too deeply, he said.
Sorry if I’m not much company tonight.
That’s okay, I don’t feel like talking anyway, I said with a wink.
The sea air was making me feel slightly drowsy.
I was always the same when I visited the coast, and the wine wouldn’t have helped any.
Bed-time for you I think, he said noting my heavy eye lids.
I nodded and rose from the chair.
There would be another night to sit chatting, and to watch one more glorious sunset.
I’m off for a quick shower before turning in, I said.
Okay, see you in the morning, I leant down and pecked him on the cheek.
Yeah, see you in the morning.
I returned to the room and dug out my wash bag.
The chalet seemed to be well enough kept, everything was spotless clean.
I wouldn’t have expected anything less mind you, the Hooper’s were a fussy pair.
Ten minutes later, and my body reinvigorated, I felt more awake than I had done all day.
I stepped from the wash closet to find Luke sitting in the lounge sipping a glass of port and smoking one of Brent’s cigars.
Make yourself at home why don’t you, I said with a scolding look.
Sorry Mistress, did I need your permission? he quipped, then blew a smoke ring.
I observed him for a moment.
Probably not, I’m sure Brent won’t mind.
Good, I wouldn’t want to get blacklisted….
I love it when you’re so damn bossy by the way.
I threw him a look and returned to the bedroom.
I quickly pulled on a pair of pyjamas and delved into my bag for a dressing gown.
Why not come and join me for ten minutes? Luke called from the lounge.
Okay, give me a minute.
I said.
What harm could it do anyhow? The clock on the dresser said 10:10pm, it was still early.
When I came back into the lounge Luke had poured me a glass of port.
Mmm, trying to get me drunk Mister, I said with a smirk.
Er, no…..
he said.
Just want to spend some time with my favourite dark angel.
Oh really, golden boy, I said lifting the small glass from the coffee table.
He smiled and draped his arm across the back of the sofa.
The tips of his finger were just resting on my shoulder.
So, what’s on the box then? I asked.
Huh? The telly, Friday night’s usually pretty good, what about the…….
Before I could say anything else, he had planted his lips on mine.
I closed my eyes and just went with it.
Holy shit, I was frozen to the spot.
After about a minute we finally broke free and drew breath.
Fuck….
I said.
And there was me had you right up there with Saint Peter.
You were asking for that, he said holding my gaze.
How do you figure that out then? I asked.
If you walk about looking like a fucking clone of Ava Gardner, I’m powerless sweetie, he said.
I laughed.
Thanks, but I’m hardly on that scale.
Oh, you are to me, he said leaning closer.
I was then thinking why fight the natural impulse.
In all probability by Monday we’d be far too busy, or too wrapped up in life to even send a text message.
And life continues as before.
The situation seemed completely surreal.
I was outside myself looking in, but was a much younger version of myself.
He then stood up and stretched out his arm, beckoning me to follow him into the bedroom.
I automatically drifted towards him without any thought of consequence.
So, my dear KC, or would you prefer to be called Kaitlin? he mused.
I shrugged.
Who cares, as long as you don’t cast it up to me in the morning.
Oh my, I’ve waited this long, I’d never do a thing like that, he said brushing his lips with mine.
I really wanted to scream at that point ‘WHY’.
I was angry, so very angry.
Our kisses became more urgent, almost frenzied.
I grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him into my body.
All those years of playing the martyr had back-fired.
Our mutual lust was fuelled by revenge and longing.
He slipped my robe off before grabbing my arm; throwing me onto the bed.
His expression read of a man on a mission.
He then stripped his shirt off, revealing a finely sculpted torso.
Anchoring my wrists to the bed he drew his mouth down one side of my neck, then moved to the other side.
You’re mine tonight, Kaitlin, he whispered.
I couldn’t speak, I swallowed hard and nodded.
Such a sweet angel, but you’re going to be very naughty for me, he laughed.
His tongue then pushed into my mouth tasting and exploring.
Letting go of my wrists he started work on the little pearl buttons of my pyjama top as he straddled me.
You smell so good, I want to sample every part of, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Yes, I’d like that, I managed to splutter.
Good, ’cause so would I, he said calmly.
I stared up at him, I didn’t know this person.
My heart thumped in my chest as he uncovered my breasts, discarding the garment to the floor.
Oh sweetie, this is going to be so painful for me, he said giving a wicked laugh.
I wasn’t sure what he meant, it was pretty damn intoxicating from where I was laying.
My mind was numb, yet my body tingled from top-to-toe.
You bastard, I said quietly.
Aww….
been pining after me darling Kaitlin, he said.
I didn’t think I had been, but since we were both here, I supposed we should get it out of our system.
The image of a perfect woman, he said sweeping his hands over the curves of my breasts.
Look at me! he said in a slightly raised voice.
Oh god, he’d startled me a little, but I held his eye.
The need to have his prize was howling blue murder from his every pore.
I continued to watch as he unbuckled his belt, his erection clearly visible as he undid his trousers, he then quickly kicked them off.
Leaving his shorts on, he sat on the side of the bed.
I want to see you completely naked my beauty, he said taking hold of the elastic waistband of my pyjama bottoms.
Drawing them down, his eye never left my body.
Oh my, sweet heaven above.
I couldn’t trust myself to speak.
My usual emotional state wasn’t playing ball.
All I wanted to do was scream, I could feel it slowly rising in my chest.
Chances are no none would hear me.
There was no escape unless I stole his 4×4.
But I was determined he was going to fuck me come hell or high water.
I lay there now completely naked apart from my lapis gemstone necklace, I seldom took it off.
He smiled and sat there stroking my hair.
Do you know Kaitlin, he started, what I want most of all.
What? I asked.
I really want to see you at the height of ecstasy, he said tenderly.
I turned to look at him, his eyes were pooled with pain, and perhaps love.
I knew then he meant me no harm.
But why now I asked myself.
He could have picked his moment at any time over the past decade.
I’d never played hard to get.
Although, we were hardly compatible as a couple.
I’d most likely have ended up a notch on his bedpost just like the rest of the poor bitches he dated and ditched.
Had I mistakenly assumed I’d meant more to him than that? There was a definite undercurrent of reprisal.
Were we just out to punishing one another? I fixed my gaze on the ruby glow of the table lamp in the lounge as Luke pulled me closer.
I could smell cigar smoke mixed with alcohol on him, it wasn’t unpleasant but strangely provocative.
His lips met mine, more gently this time.
My body responded as his strong hands caressed and tantalized.
I gave a long sigh.
He moved slowly over my alabaster skin, attentively watching and listening to my demands for more.
He was making me feel so nice, so good.
Sorry for keeping you up, he said with a grin.
It wasn’t on the cards, but since you’ve started….
I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of his body on mine.
His hardness pressed against my inner thigh, gyrating so slowly.
His warm mouth met my nipples, electricity pulsed through my whole being.
In the distance the sea crashed onto the cliffs.
The flimsy curtains inadequate in their purpose; it was barely dark outside as moonlight flooded the sky.
Our silhouettes entwined, coaxing and pleasuring one another as we forgot the world outside.
Luke’s touch became more impatient, my head swam, I was inebriated.
If he’d asked me at that moment to swim in the sea with him, I would have.
Oh this can’t be true, he whispered.
I swear, you seduced me.
I’m as scared as hell, he said with a half smile.
Don’t be, I said.
His expression grew more peaceful, the torment in remission for the short term.
I diverted my gaze from his, the fresco like effect in the bedroom soothed my racing mind.
Artistic to a fault, the sweeping outlines of someone’s handy work came alive.
For the fist time perhaps.
It’s quite superb, isn’t it? he said.
Tremendous, a bit like a Michael Angelo in minimal form.
He turned back to me.
We have much catching up to do, my sweet.
There was no perfect solution, all I could ask for that night was to be truly swept away in our fools paradise.
I was helpless, and ready to be taken.
He slipped the shorts down his legs, unleashing his throbbing member.
My breathing felt strangled in my chest as he positioned himself on top of me.
He took my buttocks in his hands, pulling me against him, deftly and precisely easing his shaft inside me.
Soon we were moving in unison.
I closed my eyes and gave a quiet moan.
Our hips thrust back and forth, the gratifying pleasure forcing a series of gasps and groans that seemed to subside into a mere nothingness.
You feel so good my angel, he said in laboured breaths.
So do you, quite something, I said in a haze of delirium.
Lost in the moment we’d completely forgot about protection.
I was sure Luke wouldn’t put me in any danger.
He did feel so natural, there was a very real difference.
Trojans, rubbers, condoms, whatever you wanted to call them, they were a necessary evil.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen one, my sex life wasn’t at all risqu these days.
My chest heaved beneath him, sensing my need for release, he moved faster.
Beads of perspiration coated his brow.
His words had etched a picture in my mind.
It did feel so good, the two of us together.
From now on, we’d surely never be the same.
Oh, oh….
god, oh god, oh god….
I wailed.
Spurned on Luke kept up the pace.
I wondered what I must have looked like as I came closer, my cheeks burnt as the electricity built between us.
Let go my angel, he prompted.
I held on tight, my fingers digging into his bare flesh.
My body shook as he slammed into me, again and again.
I fought to keep control, but was quickly gravitating towards euphoria.
Don’t fight it, he rasped.
As he held me, there were no boundaries and no limits.
All I could hear was the waves lashing the cliffs outside.
The fires raged in both of us as we played out our fantasy.
Luke was talking softly, I tried to make sense of his words as tears pricked my eyes.
All of a sudden my breath caught in my throat, and my body locked-up in a mild spasmodic seizure.
I fell silent as a tide of rhapsody washed its way through me.
He smiled and kept moving against me.
Wow, beautiful, just beautiful….
You now surfer boy, I whispered.
I knew almost everything about him, and now, somehow nothing at all.
When had it all changed I wonder? There’s time enough, sweetheart, he said laying back down beside me.
The weather had calmed outside, the distant rush of the coastal waters lulled my senses; his warm body pressed up against mine as we lay there entangled.
Now it was over, I couldn’t help but feel sex wasn’t that important any more.
Perhaps we weren’t destined to become long term lovers.
The thought of not having him as a friend made me want to cry.
In reality, his silly jokes made me laugh like a hyena.
The following morning……
I was jolted awake by a door bursting open then voices.
I sat up glaring at the unfamiliar surroundings.
Pulling my sleeping bag closer I kept an eye on the open doorway.
The lounge was still in partial darkness, the reading lamp casting a ruby glow into the bedroom.
Caley and Brent walked past gazing in as they went.
I could only sit there numbed as Luke snored softly beside me.
I didn’t have the heart to rouse him.
A few seconds later Caley doubled back, and stood there open mouthed, observing the two of us together.
Morning, I said, my gaze fixed on hers.
She gave a nervous laugh.
Good morning Kaitlin, didn’t you get my message? Message? I said vacantly.
As she stood there with Brent two paces behind her, Luke woke from his deep slumber.
Caley, Brent….
he said in bewilderment.
Don’t any of the two of you check your cell phones? Brent asked.
No point, can’t get a signal way out here, Luke replied.
Oh, but we have a brand new telecom mast and cable television system now, Caley said with delight.
Ah, I did wonder what all the sockets were for, I said.
Caley gave a wry smile and eased the door shut.
Meanwhile Luke searched for his phone, impatient to retrieve the archived messages.
Right then….
one missed call from Caley Hooper – Fri 20:00, message from Caley Hooper – Fri 20:05 – Delayed til Saturday, phone signal & cable T.V active, see you soon, enjoy! Huh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Caley and Brent planned this whole damn thing.
I said furiously.
It sure as hell looks like it, sweetheart, Luke said with a grin.
I knew all along I should have locked the door.
But, we were both smiling.
I’d probably hide behind a pair of dark sunglasses for the rest of the weekend now.
I think I’d had enough excitement for the time being.
The End
Sophie Part 4
Sophie Part 4 Sophie and Vicky go to bed and have sex! You look good naked.
Vicky said standing in the doorway.
So do you.
I replied looking at her in the mirror.
Vicky walked behind me and hugged me, gently cupping my breasts with her hands and kissing my neck.
I owe you an orgasm.
she whispered, Shall we go to bed and see if I can repay it? I quivered again with a mix of shock and excitement and she gently laughed.
I love it when you do that! she said kissing my neck.
I turned around and we kissed properly, our hands running up and down each other s backs.
I turned off the light and we slowly walked upstairs hand in hand.
I hesitated at the top of the stairs and led her into the spare bedroom, not wanting to use the bed I shared with my husband for some reason.
Wow, mirrors! Vicky said.
This is our guest room.
My husband hates the mirrors.
I come in here when I masturbate so I can watch myself.
I explained, It s a much sexier room than the master bedroom.
Vicky was posing in the mirrors, turning this way and that and looking at herself.
Finally she bent over and touched her toes and looked at herself in the mirror through her legs.
So that s the view men get when they take you from behind.
No wonder they like it so much! Vicky laughed.
Not my husband I m afraid.
He loses his erection with anything other than missionary position.
Sometimes then if I move too much! I moaned.
Well he s not here and I have no erection to lose! Vicky said taking me in her arms and kissing me.
We got on the bed, Vicky on top of me with one of her thigh pressing between my legs, and kissed.
We kissed for a solid 10 minutes, just enjoying the feel and taste of each other.
It occurred to me that I d kissed this young woman more in one evening than I d kissed my husband in 10 years of marriage! Vicky broke away and smiled at me.
I want to try something I ve not done before.
she whispered.
OK.
I replied, not nervous now.
Vicky kissed her way down my body, spending time sucking and biting my nipples which I quickly decided I loved.
She kissed my belly, darting her tongue in and out of my belly button which was also something I decided I loved! Finally she moved lower, running her nose through my pubic hair.
She spread my legs wide apart to allow her to lie between them.
I felt her breath on my clit and lips as she examined me then her tongue darted out and licked my pussy from bottom to top! Oh, that s good! I said arching my back with pleasure.
Vicky clamped her mouth over my pussy and began licking at it, pushing her tongue past my outer lips and exploring the pink skin inside.
I stroked her hair, murmuring and moaning as she found a sensitive spot.
Vicky took her time and explored my sex intimately.
One minute she was darting her tongue in and out of me like a snake, the next she was sucking one of my lips.
Finally she moved upwards and her tongue gently pressed my clit.
It was like getting an electric shock and I cried out loud and bunched my hand in her hair.
Her tongue began to make slow circles of my clitoris, pushing sideways to exert pressure on it then occasionally licking it directly.
My mind began to spin with the pleasure and my breathing increased.
Vicky pushed a hand up my body until she found a breast and gently pinched the nipple as she continued twirling her tongue around my clit.
Her other hand moved to my pussy and her long middle finger pushed into me, slowly fucking me as her tongue sent me mad with pleasure.
Oh yes, I love that! I moaned in appreciation as Vicky pushed a second finger into me.
I looked sideways into the mirror, watching the beautiful redhead working between my legs.
I started pushing my hips against her mouth, fucking her fingers and tongue.
Vicky moved her fingers in me then abruptly pulled them out.
I moaned in disappointment but one finger was quickly pushed back inside my pussy.
The other finger began probing below my pussy and I felt Vicky gently touch my anus.
I d always thought that something like that would put me right off sex but it had the opposite effect, my pussy seemed to get wetter and a shiver ran up my spine again.
I looked at myself in the mirror and found myself licking my lips just like Vicky had done earlier! Vicky s finger pushed against the muscle protecting my anus and I felt the finger tip slid in.
She continued the pressure, helped by my gentle thrusts with my hips until her finger was inside me.
It felt huge and very good and I could feel her rubbing her fingers together inside me, rubbing the membrane of skin that separates my two channels.
Her tongue never stopped moving on my clit and I was starting to build to a massive orgasm.
It seemed to come from my toes upwards, making my legs turn to jelly.
Vicky seemed to sense my build up and changed pace with her fingers, fucking me harder and deeper.
The long finger up my bum felt even better than before now it was moving in and out and I put my head back on the bed and cried out for her not to stop.
Her tongue was moving directly on my clit now, licked it with long, firm strokes and I was rapidly approaching the point of no return.
Oh fuck me! I yelled as I finally came, my whole body stiffening and shaking with pleasure.
Vicky carried on tonguing and fucking me at the same pace so as I came down from the first orgasm two other separate orgasms hit me one after the other.
By the end of the second one I was begging Vicky to stop but she carried on until a fourth orgasm ripped through my body.
Only then did she remove her fingers and crawl up the bed to hold me and kiss my face as I tried to get my body back under control.
It took me nearly 15 minutes before I could speak and Vicky kissed and stroked me throughout.
Thank you! I said finally.
No problem Alison! Vicky smiled kissing me gently, I think we need to sleep now.
We got under the covers and curled up together, kissing gently and stroking each other until we fell asleep exhausted.
I woke with the dawn as usual and looked at the beautiful girl sleeping with her back to me.
Instead of getting up as I d usually do I snuggled up to her back, put my arms around her, kissed her shoulder and went back to sleep.
I awoke several hours later and found Vicky had rolled over on to her back and I was lying sideways on to her with my head resting on her shoulder.
She was looking at me with her wonderfully bright green eyes and smiling.
Hello sexy! Vicky said gently kissing my forehead.
Hi, how long have you been awake? I asked kissing her shoulder.
Five minutes or so I think.
I was watching you and enjoying the peace and quiet.
My flat overlooks the motorway and you can always hear cars.
All I can hear here is your breathing and the birds twittering outside.
It s lovely.
she said gently, lightly kissing my face.
About last night I started.
Oh, I hate that line.
It always precedes something really bad.
Vicky said gently.
What do you mean? I asked innocently.
I ll give you an example.
The guy before this one got me into bed and the next morning he said about last night, it was fun but I think it should be a one off.
I fancy you and all but I m not ready to tie myself down to anyone.
That s happened to me four times now with men I ve really liked.
Vicky explained sadly.
OK.
About last night, I had a wonderful time and think we get on really well.
I want to see more of you.
I want to go out with you as you suggested, to a pub or a club or something.
I want to spend all day in bed with you just holding and kissing you.
I said smiling gently at her.
Oh Ali, Vicky said surprising me by using my alternate name, that s so sweet and wonderful! Hang on though, there is a but that you might not like.
I said, I m married remember.
And I have a boyfriend.
Vicky laughed, I m not asking you to marry me; I just want to see you again.
As friends if that was all you were prepared to do but preferably as lovers.
I have a very open relationship with my boyfriend as neither of us wants to settle.
We have fun together but we only see each other a couple of times a month as he works all over the country.
OK, so that s settled.
I stay married and we fuck each other as often as we can and you help me find my lost youth! I laughed.
Your lost youth? You look younger than me and you re only 7 years older anyway! Vicky said pushing me on my back and lying on top of me.
You know what I mean! I said trying to kiss her, Make me less of a mouse.
Vicky grabbed my wrists and put my arms above my head holding them down.
She straddled me and put her face in mine, teasing my lips with hers but pulling away when I tried to kiss her.
Maybe I like you as a mouse! she teased.
You re mean! I pouted.
Yep.
I m going to sit on your face now and you re going to make me cum.
she said quickly moving up my body and straddling my head with her thighs.
I looked up into her pussy, seeing it clearly close up for the first time.
Her bright red pubic hair was neatly trimmed around her bikini line.
Her pussy lips were devoid of hair and quite plump and prominent.
One inner lip was longer than the other and hung down tempting me to suck it.
Her clit was quite large and poking out of its hood already.
I could just see her anus at the opposite end of her sex.
Vicky lowered herself on to my mouth and I pushed my tongue out and twirled it around the prominent inner lip sucking it into my mouth.
Vicky pulled away and started teasing me with her pussy, letting me lick it then pulling away before moving closer again to put another part of it within reach of my questing tongue and lips.
Her teasing was making me horny and I reached between my legs and started to gently rub my clit.
Suck and lick my clit Ali! Vicky whispered lowering herself into position on my mouth.
I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue hard against her clit then started circling it with my tongue as she had with me the night before.
I had to abandon my own pussy, as I couldn t move my arm properly with her thighs pushing down on me.
Vicky started to grind herself against my lips moaning encouragement and running her hands through my hair.
I looked up past her ginger pubes and tiny boobs to look into her green eyes that were virtually glowing with excitement.
I got one arm free and ran my hand up her body to find her left nipple and pinched it between my fingers, rolling it around and pulling on it.
Vicky moaned louder and began grinding her pussy hard into my mouth encouraging me to press my tongue more firmly against her clit.
Suck it hard! Vicky demanded.
I complied, sucking her long, thick clit out of its hood and between my lips.
I used the end of my tongue on the end of her clit, feeling her shudder as I did so.
I pulled her nipple harder making her squeal and gasp with excitement.
Her hand covered mine and encouraged me to pull her nipple hard and rhythmically in time to her thrusts against my mouth.
I doubled my efforts on her clit, sucking harder and thrusting my tongue around the end of it until I felt her thighs tense.
I slowed down and used more pressure on her clit, trying to draw out her pleasure but she came anyway throwing her head back and screaming.
Her clit came out of my mouth as she fell sideways off my face and I quickly rolled over and climbed up the bed to hold her and kiss her.
Her breathing was raged and she couldn t speak so I held her close and kissed her face until she d recovered enough to look into my eyes.
Wow! was all she could think to say.
I kissed her nose and then we shared a deep, lingering kiss before we broke apart and she had to stagger off to the loo to relive herself.
I followed her, slightly worried that she was going to stagger and fall down the stairs but she got to the loo and sat down.
I turned away, a little embarrassed that she was peeing in front of me and heard her laugh at me.
I turned back and did something I ve never done before stuck my tongue out and made a face at her.
This made her laugh even more and I found myself laughing back.
We swapped places and I peed in front of someone for the first time since I was potty training.
Vicky sat on the bath and looked around my bathroom.
I love your house, it s so tastefully decorated.
she said.
I wanted to be an interior designer when I was at school but I took some business courses at college then took over my Mum s shop when she retired instead.
It s always been there in the background as a hobby though.
I explained.
Vicky was looking through the collection of lotions and bath oils that I keep in a glass cabinet.
She pulled out a bottle of olive oil and smiled at me.
Want a massage? she said, I ve done a couple of courses in massage and my friends reckon I m very good.
Sounds nice.
I said and grabbed a beach towel from the airing cupboard.
We walked back into the spare room, which was brightly lit with sunlight from the South facing garden.
I put the towel on the floor and lay down on my back as directed by Vicky.
Vicky covered her hands with oil and began gently massaging my feet and legs.
She spent several minutes on each, slowly moving her way up my body.
She teased me with her fingers as she massaged my inner thighs and I moaned gently with disappointment as she skipped my groin and started to massage oil into my belly.
Patience.
she whispered leaning over and kissing my nose.
Vicky carried on with the massage, doing my hands, arms and shoulders before moving on to my stomach and breasts again.
She spent a lot of time playing with my nipples, sometimes using soft, sensuous strokes, sometimes pinching them hard and other times pulling them so I arched my back.
I was getting really turned on and my breathing was ragged again.
Finally she gently rolled me over and began massaging my back and shoulders.
I was almost purring with pleasure when she d finished my back.
She moved down past my buttocks and massaged my legs and feet again before gently moving my legs apart and putting her hands on my inner thighs.
Vicky straddled my lower back and began stroking her oily hands up and down my buttocks and thighs.
Her slippery fingers finally found my pussy and began to tease my lips and clit.
You re so exposed when you lie like this.
I can see everything! Vicky giggled running her finger around my clitoris then following the line of my lips to my bum.
Her finger gently ringed my anus making me shiver.
Do you like being touched there? Vicky asked gently.
Yes, I think so.
Last night was the first time and it felt lovely.
I replied.
I like a finger or two in my bum.
Vicky said softly pressing her oily finger into my bum then withdrawing it, Sometimes a cock is nice too.
Really? I said breathlessly Oh yes.
Remember I told you about the three guys I fucked at once? I went with two of them again the next night and they DP d me.
Vicky said, playing with my pussy again.
DP? What s that? I said moaning gently.
When you get fucked by two guys at once, one in the pussy and one up the bum or in your mouth.
she explained as if everyone did it all the time, Like I did to you with my fingers but about a million more times intense! Wow! was all I could think to say.
Vicky moved her fingers inside me again, leaning forward over my bum to watch her fingers fucking me.
I spread my legs wider, pulling my knees up to lift my bum off the ground.
Vicky moved off my back so she was knelt between my legs, her fingers never leaving my pussy.
A third finger followed the first two and her free hand moved to my bum, one finger making circles on my anus again.
I looked in the mirror and watched her watching fascinated as her fingers fucked me.
Her finger pushed into my arse again and I sighed.
There was so much olive oil on my bum that her finger slipped deep inside me without stopping.
The fingers in my pussy started fucking me with firm, short strokes and I rocked backwards on Vicky s hand helping her fuck me.
Fuck my hand Ali! Vicky whispered.
I felt her fingers move in me and her little finger joined the other three stretching me wide and making me groan.
A second finger pushed against my arse and I froze just for a second then pushed against it.
I felt it stretch my anus without any pain and slip alongside the first finger in my bum.
I began fucking Vicky s hand again, feeling more of it slip inside me with every thrust backwards.
I was panting now and my lower body felt like it was on fire.
Vicky moved the fingers in my arse so that they were pushing against the hand in my pussy.
I pushed back hard against her and held myself there.
I could feel her hand sliding in me.
Oh Christ Ali, I m almost fisting you! Vicky said sliding her fingers rapidly in and out of my arse but keeping the hand in my pussy still.
Hold on, I m going to try something.
Tell me if it hurts too much.
I couldn t answer as the fingers darting in and out of my bum were sending me crazy.
I felt the fingers inside my pussy curl up slightly then pressure pushing against it.
I later learned that this was Vicky s thumb curling into her fist and the bulk of her hand entering my pussy.
I didn t feel pain during any of this, just pressure and pleasure as I was filled up.
Fucking hell, I ve got my fist in you! Vicky said slowly fucking me with her hand and removing her fingers from my arse.
Now I really was on fire and felt full.
My pussy ached and every movement of her hand made me shiver.
I looked in the mirror and saw Vicky s wrist ended at my bum and almost came with the thought that she had her first in me.
I pushed back and started fucking her hand again.
Vicky leant forward to steady herself and kissed my bum cheek.
She held her hand steady and let me fuck myself at my own pace.
I felt wetness on my anus and realised she was using her tongue to lick me there.
The sensation was weird at first, wet and tingling but built up to a frenzy with the other feelings from my pussy as she began to dart her tongue in and out of my arsehole.
I screamed as the first orgasm hit me and fell forward slightly pulling her hand half way out of my pussy.
I recovered and pushed back, impaling myself on Vicky s fist again and screaming as a second orgasm hit me.
This time I fell face down and Vicky s fist came out of my pussy with a wet plop sound.
I lay on the floor gasping for several minutes then heard Vicky moaning.
I looked sideways and realised that her fingers were buried in her own pussy and she was fucking herself.
Vicky noticed me watching and smiled at me.
Get behind me and finger my bum Al!i Vicky demanded.
I moved behind her and she bent forward offering me her bum.
I could hear her hand squelching as she fucked her pussy.
I pushed one hand under her and found an oily nipple to squeeze..
My other hand went to her bum and I slid a long, slim, oily finger deep inside her arse making her cry out.
Does that feel good? I whispered in her ear pulling and twisting her hard nipples alternately.
Fuck yes! Vicky gasped pushing her bum against my fingers.
I pushed a second finger in and began to finger fuck her kissing her neck and pulling her nipples hard.
Vicky twisted slightly and our lips found each other and we kissed, our tongues fighting for space in our mouths.
We broke away panting as Vicky began to approach orgasm.
Her tongue moved over her lips, licking them and her eyes closed.
I swivelled around a little, keeping two fingers of my right hand fucking her arsehole and bit her nipple hard.
That was it, her arse clamped down on my fingers making me cry out in surprise and a little pain and she began to shake with her climax.
I pulled my fingers out quickly making her cum again and caught her as she collapsed sideways on to me.
I held her in my arms, kissing her hair and stroking her back and side until she had finished shaking.
We lay together on the floor, kissing and caressing each other before going for a shower.
Eventually we were dressed and tidy and I took Vicky out for dinner via her house for a change of clothes.
Around 3pm I dropped her off at her flat and had to head home in time for my husband s return.
We kissed each other goodbye in her living room and I was finding it hard to let her go.
When can I see you again? I whispered in her ear.
When are you free? She whispered back.
Some afternoons this week, but not the evenings.
Oh, but all next weekend.
I m on my own then although we re both working on Saturday.
I said.
I m away from tomorrow morning until Friday afternoon anyway.
Vicky replied You can come out with us on Saturday night.
It will be fun.
We go to a club called The Mission; they play heavy rock and Goth stuff.
It s relaxed and there s never any trouble there.
I think you ll enjoy it if you can cope with the loud music.
I never listen to music so I don t know what I like.
I replied, But anywhere you are will be good.
Oh, will your boyfriend be with us? He s away for another couple of weeks.
Actually all my friends are on holiday so it will just be you and I.
We ll dress up and go and tease the boys! Vicky laughed as I left.