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Three scenes from the weeks following the beginning of my sexual relationship with my mother:



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On the morning of my graduation, I still wasn’t sharing a bed with mom. We were still a little skittish about things—well, mom was, and she wanted to set some boundaries. But that morning I woke up to the warm, buzzy feeling of her sucking my cock. She gently massaged my tight, full balls with her right hand, while her left hand alternated between stroking my cock and rubbing my leg as she worked to get as much of me in her mouth as she could.



I wanted to pretend I was asleep until I came, but after about five minutes of her sucking my cock, slicking me up with her wet mouth, she could feel me firm my hips and thrust forward slightly to better fill her mouth. She removed her lips from the head of my cock with a wet, sexy pop, and we smiled at each other.



Wordlessly, she pulled herself up slightly so I could see the thin tank top she was wearing, her nipples obscenely visible through the sheer fabric. When she pulled the top off her tits jiggled. Watching them move, my whole lower body tightened. A drop of precum emerged from the tip of my cock, a sticky wetness to cap off my cock that was still wet from mom’s expert sucking.



Mom stroked me slowly, angling my cock against her full tits.



“Cum for mommy, baby,” she said. “I’m gonna keep this cum all over my tits all day today, so I know how good my boy makes me feel.”



It wasn’t long before I came, thick cummy tendrils slapping my mom’s chest and lower neck—ropes of cum, one after the other, reckless and beautiful as a splatter painting.



Purring, she rubbed the thick mess around and around her tits, massaging it into her skin. We kissed and held each other, my softening cock nestled in her thick pubic hair. She was as good as her word that day. Later she would tell me how proud she was of me sitting in the stands watching me get my diploma, and how close she felt to me because my cum was on her skin.



***



At a graduation party I wound up fooling around with a girl I knew from one of my classes. Her name was Katie and she was fat in what I thought a very sexy way—wide, round hips and a curvy ass that ratched up and down nicely when she walked, full tits that she liked to emphasize with low-cut v-neck tops, and a cherubic face highlighted with hornrimmed glasses and her preferred fuck-me red lipstick. Mom was my ideal as far as body types went, but I loved curves in general, and Katie projected a lot more confidence and sexiness than a lot of the skinny girls I knew.



She must have noticed me looking at her and thinking about this as I stood in the corner of a busy apartment living room, working on my third red plastic cup of Jack and coke. Holding a beer bottle, she came over to me, only a little slightly stumbly, and said hello. She placed a hand on my shoulder and stood close to me, her tits nearly touching my chest. She was wearing a flowing green dress cut above the knee and displaying plenty of cleavage. I put a hand on her lower back as we said hello, getting into each other’s personal space more than we would if we were sober.



She cut off the small talk quickly. “So you were the one who was always checking out my ass in sociology,” she said, smiling.



“I don’t think I was the only one,” I said.



She leaned me a little more. My hand slipped lower, practically cupping her ass. Nobody was watching.



“Well,” she said, taking a pull from her beer, “you were the one I noticed.”



Pretty soon we were kissing. A drunk frat boy passed us on his way to the kitchen and gave me a judgmental look that seemed to say, “Way to lower your standards with the fat chick.” I shot him a look that tried to say, Fuck you. This girl with unbelievable curves is all over me.



Katie and I found a closet, where we began going at each other more intensely. I groaned something about how sexy I thought her ass was, and she turned to let me grind against it. My hands pawed at her tits roughly while she circled her hips, expertly enough to make me wonder if she was giving lap dances for money on the side. My hands drifted down over her belly and down between her legs. I could feel how soaked her panties were, and she didn’t pause as I let my fingers slide under her panties and started fingering her clit.



She ground her ass even harder against me, to the point where I felt like I could nearly have cum in my jeans. I stroked faster, my fingers slick with her pussy juice, as she bucked harder, muttering nonsensically. Soon, though, as her orgasm overtook her, her words became a little louder and clearer. “Oh, fuck, yes, daddy,” she groaned. “Do me, daddy.” Her body tensed and she came, releasing a small squeal. She turned around and held me, and I ran my slick-fingered hand through her long black hair. “Fuck yes, daddy,” she groaned.



Everybody’s got a thing.



***



A few days later, mom had to leave town. Once a year she had to head out west to deal with legal issues relating to both her divorce from dad and her family estate. It was usually pro forma stuff—signing the paperwork that made sure she was free to receive the money that kept the roof over our heads and made sure she didn’t have to work—but this trip was more frustrating than usual, for obvious reasons. We’d just started getting comfortable with each other sexually, and now she had to disappear for a week.



We handled it in a way a married couple might. The night before we went out to dinner at one of the fancier restaurants in the city. I put a blazer over my white button-down shirt, open at the collar, and mom dressed in what half-jokingly called “business fuckable”: four-inch black heels, a pencil skirt molded to her hips, a tightly tailored robin’s egg blue blouse that hugged her tits. Lest she look too provocative bouncing down the street showing off her spectacular chest, she threw on a scarf. It didn’t exactly hide her stellar rack, but it signaled a passing respect for modesty in public.



We talked casually as we had dinner—about some sightseeing she wanted to do in San Francisco while she was there, about some job interviews I had planned over the next couple of months. Rubbing my leg with her foot under the table, she asked what sort of trouble I’d be getting into while she was away.



“Oh, you know, mom,” I said. “Smoke weed and jack off all day.”



She smirked. “Well, lucky you, mister graduate. But you know I gave the rest of that pot back to Lynn, right?”



“No. Why?”



Her foot disappeared. She sat up a little straighter. “Sugar, I don’t need it, not with you. It was fun to smoke with you, but now that we’re comfortable with each other….”



“You don’t need weed to get your pussy wet with me,” I said, softly.



“I don’t need weed to know I want your cock,” she said, softer.



Mom idly stroked my cock with her right hand as she drove us home after dinner. “You should do more than just hang around at home while I’m away,” she said. “Hang out with friends, see a movie, go on a date.”



“Would you be OK with me going on a date?” I asked. I thought about Katie, but she was spending the month in Europe with her family.



Stoplight. She looked at me, stroked me a little more slowly. “I don’t own you, sweetheart. I love you. I love you like a son, and I love you like a lover. But you’re young and you should enjoy a lot of things in life. I hope that I’m a woman that you can always come home to, and I hope I can be that woman for you. But you shouldn’t feel shy about living a little.”



My cock thickened at her words and her touch. As we moved again, I asked, “What about you, mom? Are you going to find somebody while you’re in San Francisco?”



“I’m not sure,” she said, a little dreamily. We pulled into the garage and mom unlatched her seatbelt and began hungrily sucking my cock.



“Would you mind if mommy sucked somebody else’s dick, baby boy?”



“No, mom.”



“If your mom let a big dick, almost as big as yours, in her pussy?”



“Only if you told me all about it later,” I groaned.



“What if I let another woman eat mommy’s pussy?” she asked. I could feel her adjust herself as she kept sucking my cock. She had moved a hand between her legs.



“Do you like having you a woman eat your pussy, mommy?”



“Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes,” she said, and sucked me until I helplessly blasted my load in my mother’s mouth.



***



We shared the bed that night, mom letting me fuck her pussy, coming twice before I filled her with another load of cum. The next morning we hugged and made out a little before she left for the airport, promising to check in on each other. And then I was by myself.



I flipped channels, texted with a friend (“dude what wz w/u and teh fat chick?” “dont knock it til u tried it…”), looked at the websites of a couple of the companies I was going to interview with next month. (I studied business, and my father was in the chemical industry; he’d arranged some meetings with sales VPs at a few places, as a favor to my mom.) I checked my email and a new message appeared:



From: Lynn Smith



Subject: Coming Over?



Hi there! Congratulations, graduate! I’m so sorry I missed the festivities, but I’m sure you’re having a good time before the real world shows up at your door. :) We haven’t met, but your mom speaks so well of you. I know she’s out of town, but there’s something she left me that I need to pick up. Is it OK if I come by this afternoon?



XO,



Lynn



I wrote her a quick note saying that’d be fine.



I couldn’t help but be nervous as I waited for her to arrive, though I really had no idea what to expect—or, really, if I should expect anything. She was a friend and former coworker of mom’s who liked to smoke weed, that’s all. Still, my past few weeks had been so hypersexed that I couldn’t help but wonder if she was attractive, especially with mom giving me the go-ahead to meet other women. Would she feel the same way if it was with a friend?



She was punctual in a manner unbefitting a pot-smoker: At exactly 2 p.m. the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to greet her. I’d dressed up, a little—a red polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders instead of my usually shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops.



“Hi there!” Lynn said, cheerily, giving me a hug as she stepped into the house. Stepping back, she put her hands on my hips and openly looked me over. “My goodness, your mother wasn’t joking about how handsome you are!”



I put my hands on her hips and smiled back. “Thank you. Clearly my mother only consorts with gorgeous women.”



Too forward, you think? I had a good excuse. Her top was the same T-shirt with the word “Flirt” on it that mom had, clinging tightly over her very full tits—bigger than mom’s, clearly. She was wearing trainers and workout shorts—the kind that clung tight against her thighs, ass, and pussy mound. She had a great athletic figure, though more rounded than your average female athlete—and a little older, since she appeared to be my mother’s age. In any event, she was a walking turn-on, and her top suggested she didn’t mind flaunting it.



“You’re sweet,” she said. “Of course, I confess I paid a little more for my figure then your sexy mom did.” She took her hands off my hips and coquettishly hefted her tits. Fake.



“You look great. My mom has that same shirt.”



“I know! We each bought one last time we were out. I love shopping with your mom. We wind up getting a lot of the same things.”



Eager to play the good host, I offered her a seat on the couch and a glass of water. I asked her how she got to know my mom and she gave me a quick history lesson. They went to college together and became friends, running in the same circles and going to the same parties. They grew distant after graduating, but Lynn moved back to town about five years ago and began working in the same real-estate office. Like my mom, Lynn didn’t need the money, but it was a nice way to get out of the house and feel productive. She’d never married.



“I never wanted to feel too settled down, you know?” she said, as I handed her a glass and sat next to her on the couch.



“Are you dating anybody?”



“Well, why ever do you ask, sir?” she asked in a fake Southern belle accent. She dipped two fingers in the ice water and ran them along her neck, cooling herself. “Seriously, there’s a guy I see. But I think he’s only in it for the sex.”



“What are you in it for?”



She laughed. “The sex, I guess. He’s great at that, I admit. But I get bored easy if it’s just that. I wish there was somebody I was on the same wavelength with, do the same stuff and just have fun…”



“Sounds like you should be dating my mom.”



She gave me a look I couldn’t quite make sense of. The temperature seemed to change. “Yeesh, I almost forgot I came here to pick up something! That’s what I get for getting distracted by my best friend’s handsome son. She said to ask you to get it—it’s in a box by her nightstand.”



I told her to make herself at home while I got it and she theatrically flopped back on the couch, smiling as her tits jiggled.



Mom kept her bedroom—our bedroom—clean and the box was easy to spot. I couldn’t help but open the lid and look inside. It was a butt plug, the same kind my mom had, with a vibrator insert. Electric-blue silicone with a thick head. A small bottle of lube was nestled in the box as well. Clearly she and Lynn were talking about sex pretty intimately.



As I came back in the living room she sat up and straightened her shirt—a gesture of modesty, though in this case it only accentuated the size and shape of her massive, flirty, porn-star tits.



“Did you peek?” she asked.



“Of course.”



She actually blushed, a little. “What do you think? Do you and your mom talk about this stuff?”



“We talk about sex, yes. We talk about how if you’re not hurting anybody, you have every right to make yourself feel good.” I sat back on the couch and handed her the box.



“Do you want to know a secret?” she said.



“Sure.”



“Promise not to tell your mom I told you this?”



“Promise.”



“Pinky swear,” she said, holding up her left pinky. I hooked It with my right one, but we were quickly holding hands—the sexual tension in the room had just elevated.



“What’s the secret, Lynn?”



She looked at me holding her hand, then into my eyes. “I have such a huge crush on your mom.” She grabbed my hand tighter, almost pleadingly. “You’re OK with me telling you this, right?”



I nodded.



“I don’t know if I’m a lesbian or whatever. Don’t care if I am. When she told me that she likes butt plugs, I wanted to find out for myself. When she told me that she wanted to get high like I do sometimes I was so happy to do something for her. Though I was bummed when she decided to give it back to me, like she never even smoked it.”



“She did. We smoked it together.”



“Really? That’s so great. I’m so happy to hear that.” I wondered if she was going to ask for more details, but she didn’t. Instead she hugged me—not that there was any reason to, but I loved the feel of her against me. I rubbed her back, felt the back of her bra. As we broke our embrace on the couch, I decided to be more forward.



“And these?” I said, lightly cupping her tits. “Did you get these to be more like my mom?”



She looked at me, lust burning in her eyes, and nodded.



We kissed, deeply, my hands mauling her tits, then her hips and ass. I leaned back and let her climb on top of me on the couch. She thrust her crotch against mine as we made out for a long ecstatic minute. She sat up and pulled off her “Flirt” top while I yanked off my polo. Her bra wasn’t particularly sexy—no lace—but I loved the wide shoulder straps and their tacit assertion that a lot of titweight needed carrying on Lynn’s sexy body. As I unhooked her, her crotch ground deeper against mine.



Her bra slipped off and I hungrily sucked on her massive tits, running my hot tongue over her hard nipples. Lynn unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, so eagerly she almost tore the button off.



“I want it in me,” she gasped.



“My cock, Lynn?”



“Fuck, yes, baby, your fucking cock. I want you to fuck me with your fucking cock. Deep fucking dick me, you fucking man. But I mean the butt plug. I need my ass filled good.”



We made our way to my mother’s bedroom—I knew Lynn would only be more excited at the prospect of fucking in the same room of the woman she was crushed out on. I pulled off my pants, then gently guided my mom’s big-titted best friend to lie down on the bed while I pulled off her workout shorts and panties. The shorts already had a wet spot that made it clear how turned on she was, and I could tell from the sight of her glistening shaved pussy, and the sweet humid smell of it, that she was more than ready.



I spread her legs and, kneeling at the foot of the bed, began eating her pussy, splitting the wet lips of her cunt with my tongue and working my way up to the swollen nub of her clit. Her hips circled while I ate her, smearing her juices around my face. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and spread them.



I stopped and looked up at her. “Do you want to get that big toy in your tight ass now?” Her face was flushed. She nodded fervently. I kissed her—I couldn’t resist it, she was so turned on, so ready for whatever was coming next. I took out the butt plug and squeezed out a very healthy amount of lube on the tip, smearing it around.



She watched me do this as if in awe, deeply eager for the toy to go in her ass, where it belonged.



Without saying anything, she got on all fours, presenting her ass to me. Her asshole was beautifully pink and puckered. I slowly began pressing the toy into Lynn’s ass, feeling her resist at first as the head pushed more fully in her. But eventually her sphincter muscles relaxed and it was in. She let out a sigh of relief, even wiggled her ass a little.



I lay down on the bed, my prick sticking out obscenely, precum stickily oozing out. She straddled my chest, her pussy tantalizingly close to my mouth again.



“Baby?”



“Yes, Lynn?”



“You eat my pussy so good. Can you eat it some more?”



“As much as you want.”



She moved up closer, grabbing the headboard of my mom’s bed, her fake rounded tits pressing against the wood. I gave her pussy a couple of teasing licks before sucking her pussy again in earnest.



“Baby, when I tell you, I need you to push that little button on the vibrator,” she groaned. “Will you do that?”



I moaned an assent, my mouth too busy sucking her cunt to say yes, and then she began rocking her hips in wide circles on my face. “Oh, fuck, yes, baby, I can’t believe I’m fucking you. So fucking good. Make my pussy feel good, baby boy.”



I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, grabbed her ass harder.



“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she groaned. “Do it. Push the fucking button.”



I did, and she began bouncing on my face with such fervor I was worried she’d bust my nose. In fierce wide thrusts she pumped her hips, not even caring anymore about my tongue doing anything to her pussy, just riding the feeling of the vibrating plug, radiating pleasure throughout her body. She tightened for a long moment, cumming.



“OHHHHHHHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUCK,” she cried. “Still cummmmmmmmmmmmming,” she said. Then, quickly, crazily, she impaled herself on my cock, my dick slurped up quickly in her gushing pussy.



“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” she chanted. “Cummingcummingcummingcummingcumming.”



Her tits bouncing crazily, her tight pussy like a vacuum, I came inside the cunt of my mom’s best friend. It felt like a gallon of cum was shooting out of me—I was as out of control as she was. She didn’t protest my sudden eruption inside her. If anything she pressed herself even more firmly inside of her, eager to take in every drop of me, even though I could tell that a thick hot mess of cum and pussy juice was already leaking out of her, coating my pubic hair.

Laney had been in Montclair all week prepping for their trip to France, so Max decided to surprise her by taking her to the shindig her company was having for the Russians. It was being held at some exclusive supper club in Manhattan, so they gave her department a half day to get ready. Laney met Max at Penn Station and they hit the salon and spa. All their fine dresses were left at the apartment and they did not want to buy any replacements, so they decided to take their chances and go. When they got there, Mark, the other concierge was on duty. He gave Max a letter, which they had been holding for days. The letter had no postmark which told her it was hand delivered. She knew who it was from before opening it and it confirmed her worst thoughts, he knew where she lived. Hmm, a new tactic, non aggressive, non invasive. Just what was Leo playing at?



Max sat in her living room and read the letter. She could not believe those words were from the same man that had terrorized her dreams and fantasies. Was this for real? In the letter, Leo expounded on how he felt about her, and how sorry he was he terrified her. It broke his heart to know she felt compelled to run from him, and he hoped that one day she would forgive him. The last line simply stated, “I’ve finally seen reason.” Max didn’t know why, but she felt sad and empty, her emotions were running amuck, this is want I wanted, right? If she was going to be honest with herself she could admit she felt drawn to him. He was more than his job and his looks. He was a man, and he had bared his soul to her in words. She tucked the letter away in a drawer in her bedroom and got ready for the soiree.



When Max and Laney walked into the ballroom, everything stilled for a moment. The girls looked jaw dropping divine. Laney wore a lilac taffeta strapless fitted gown with silver accessories. She pinned her hair in an up do style with a diamond butterfly pin. Max’s daffodil yellow, one shouldered chiffon floor length gown, made her look like a cocoa Greek goddess. The gold accessories were the icing on the cake.



Max plastered a smile on her face and got ready to work. She told Laney to circulate and make friends, while she joined the Russian contingent. The Russians were a chatty and flirtatious bunch, all marveling at her grasp on their language.



After two hours of questions and smiles she needed a break. She poked around the hall until she found an empty room. It was hard doing business with thoughts of Leo circulating in her head. She lay down on the lounge chair to rest her eyes a bit. Not realizing how tired she was, she fell asleep. She did not hear the door open, but she did feel a hand sliding up her dress, which made her bolt up. Mr. McCleary was smiling down at her in the most lecherous way.



“What the fuck are you doing?”



“About to teach a little teasing bitch some manners,” he slurred, clearly drunk.



Max did not care, drunk or not. This man was not getting away with what he just did. “You are not fucking serious.”



“I see I’ll have to tame that mouth too, huh.” He leapt forward trying to grab her head. He was determined that she would be bobbing on his cock before the night was out.



All Max’s training kicked in. She released a chop to McCleary’s throat, his head snapped back, leaving him gasping and stumbling. Still he would not go down. In fact, he came after her with more ferocity. Max upper cut him, dropping him on his back, then kicked him in the groin before making her escape. She left him twisting on the floor in agony.



Max’s adrenaline was pumping; she could feel and hear every pulse racing. She needed to steady herself before returning to the party so she ducked into the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. Still, she felt shaky. The only place she wanted to be was in the Leo’s arms. Her thoughts did not make sense to her. Why Leo?



Max returned the party, and found Laney having a cheerful time with one of the young Russian businessmen. She slipped Laney, a note “Gone to see Leo.” Laney knew it was coming. Since the letter Max had been quiet and now her face looked flush like she had been running a marathon. Laney nodded and mouthed, “Good luck.” Having had her fair share of heartbreak and relationships, she got that tug of war between the heart and mind. Max could physically defend herself, but had no real defenses for her heart, and whatever Leo wrote in that letter got to her.



Joe. B saw Max get out of the cab and was dumbfounded. Those other broads on line had nothing on this girl. She looked liked she had just stepped off a runway. He could definitely see why Leo was so taken with her. He let her in with a nod.



Max made her way across the crowded dance floor to Leo’s office. She was about to knock when the door swung open. Leo had gotten the call she was here. He thought for a second they were punking him, but they knew better than to mess with him. Leo spotted her moving so gracefully across the dance floor and got butterflies in his stomach; a feeling he had never felt before with such intensity.



Being this close to her left him speechless. She looked different, like an angel, fragile and ethereal.



“Hey, baby,” was all he could get out before she crumbled into tears before him. He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight until her sobbing died down. “Wanna tell me what this is all about?” he asked leading her to the couch. He was concerned because this was not his tough as nails Max, something was definitely up.



“I don’t know where to begin. I got your letter today. You really laid it all on the line, and it made me feel foolish.”



“That was not my intention.” Leo’s voice was a whisper.



“I know. I have been dodging my feelings for you all this time so I came to tell you face to face, where I stand. Leo Carbone, I am not in love with you, but I like you more than I want to. I think about you all the time, you are in my dreams, my nightmares, I smell you on my skin, hear you in my head, and I don’t want any of it. I look at you and I lose all reason. This is not good for me. I like my solitude, but you have taken that from me. Tell me how to get over you. Tonight at this work thing my boss tried to force himself on me, but I got away and the only place I wanted to disappear to was your arms. With you, I fear that you would make me love you and I will lose control of my life. But he terrified me, and it all became clear. So please, tell me you hate me, and the letter was all a lie, please.” She was so wracked with emotion her voice broke.



“I won’t lie to you Max.”



“Please Leo.” There was so much pain and conflict in her eyes he had to look away.



“You are what I have been missing in my life. I love you, I know I don’t know you, but I know the very essence of you. That may not make sense to you, but it does to me.”



The vulnerability and rawness in her eyes were killing him. He bent down gently and kissed her. Max responded to his kisses and pulled him closer to her.



“Let’s get out of here.” He wanted to make love to her, but not in his office where he took her two glorious times before. They got into his car and drove across the bridge into Park Slope. All the while Max played in his hair gently running her fingernails against his scalp. Leo’s whole body shivered as Max’s finger play turned him on. They stopped outside a beautiful white three story brownstone. “Welcome to my home.”



Max got out of the car pleasantly surprised. She thought he would live somewhere more fortressed or flashy. There are many sides to this man. He led her through the lower level into a playroom and bar area; it was definitely a masculine space.



“Do you like what you see?”



Max nodded, concerned that her mind was imagining her living there.



“Let me give you the grand tour.” He took her through the entire house ending with the master suite on the third floor. “Max, I want to make love to you. Would you allow me to do that for you?” He hoped she’d say yes for both their sakes, he was dying to be inside her again. “I want to make it up to you for all the times I hurt you or scared you.” He felt vulnerable before her, but could not let the night pass without letting her know how he was feeling. “Princess, have you even given thought to what I am going through? I don’t want to feel open like this. It’s uncomfortable and scary. Most days I feel like an ass. You were right, being in love is distracting, and that is dangerous, but I’m willing to risk it. So risk it with me baby.”



Max was in awe at his honesty, hearing him say those things were better than reading it. She put her hands up and began unpinning her hair. He stilled her hand and did it for her. As her hair cascaded down her back, he placed gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders. He raised her hands and pulled her dress off, leaving her standing there in her heels and underwear. His breath caught in his throat. Her sheer black strapless bra was accompanied by a matching tong. He was committed to taking his time, but it would take all his control not to throw her on the bed and fuck her like a madman. His normally brazen Max looked so timid in front of him, he chuckled to himself. It was like his love was taming her.



Max could not breathe. He was moving so achingly slow, building her want. He left her to turn the stereo on some slow rhythms, she recognized as Afro-Cuban Jazz. This man would never stop surprising me. As she rocked slowly to the melody, he put his arm around her waist and moved with her, their bodies melding into one. This is perfect, they both thought in unison. When the third song came on she turned around so they were face to face, so she could look into his eyes. He locked eyes with her and gave her a long passionate kiss that melted her, but she was hungry for more. She broke from his mouth and began to unbutton his shirt.



“Slow down, baby, we have all night.” He pulled away from her, knowing that if she continued all his resolve would be shattered.



“I want you, Leo. Give yourself to me. Don’t hold back anymore. I trust you.”



With her final statement he threw restraint away and attacked her. Tugging off her bra, he devoured her breasts, the dark chocolate peaks were so sensitive Max whimpered.



“Don’t stop,” she rasped tugging on his hair.



He backed her up until her the back of her knees hit the bed. Max allowed herself to freefall onto the mattress. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as Leo undressed. He took his time and, although Max was getting impatient, she was enjoying the show. When he was naked she whistled at him in the same way he did to her. His response surprised her. He blushed.



“Oh sweetie you’re blushing,” she teased.



“You would blush too if you had a sexy thong clad female whistling at you.”



“I believe I would, so let’s remedy that.” Max put her legs straight up and removed her underwear and slingshot it to him. Leo caught it and inhaled the crotch.



“I see my baby is ready for me.”



“Never stopped,” Max responded opening her legs slightly.



He growled, and walked away to nightstand to get a condom.



“Turn around I want to see you put it on.”



“What?” Leo was always a little shy about being watched putting on a condom. He usually did it with his back turned.



“I think it is sexy to watch you put it on.”



“You are weird, but I like you so watch away.” Leo turned his penis toward her and watched her face. Max was wide eyed and licking her lips and his dick got even harder.



Leo could not wait anymore yanked her legs to him, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed. Looking straight into her eyes, her plunged into her.



Max loved the way Leo was beating into her body, she grabbed her nipples and twisted them bringing her to a quick orgasm, but she had so much more to give to him tonight. Leo felt Max’s quick orgasm, and threw her legs on his shoulders to get deeper into her. She knew she was short circuiting before him, as she felt jolts of lightening fly through straight to her pussy. Her body shook and bucked as her eyes rolled behind her head. Seeing her lose control and feeling her spasms around his cock, brought Leo to his own blinding climax. He pumped until every drop was out of him.



When he had regained some sense he collapsed on the bed next to her, rolling her into his arm. Kissing her on her forehead he asked, “Are you okay?”



“Fine baby, just fine,” she murmured and dozed off to sleep.



An hour into their sleep Max’s phone went off; it was a text message from Laney. It stated, “Russian. Millennium Hilton, Rm. 613.” Max sighed. I guess Lanes getting her freak on tonight too. Max sat up, Leo was still asleep, his breathing steady and deep. She studied him, getting turned on more and more with the rise and fall of his chest. She decided to wake him up in a most wicked way, a jaw breaking cock sucking. Max crept over to Leo’s, nearly drooling on his penis as she hovered. She opened her mouth and licked it liked a popsicle, going slowly up and down, until it started to stiffen. At the first sign of the beast awaking, Max engulfed the whole head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and moan from Leo. He was now awake too and loving the sight before him. Hmm this girl has all sort of repressed freakiness in her. He had had many blow jobs before, but this one was off the charts.



Leo raised his hips off the bed to get deeper down her throat, but Max just pushed him back down. She was in control and she was not going to let him forget it. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop and blew on his shaft, causing him to beg for the warmth of her mouth. She went back to sucking on his cock like her life depended on it. He felt himself cumming and tried to pull away, but she held on, vibrating her jaw on the sensitive tip until he erupted in her mouth. She swallowed all of it, leaving him drained. Leo felt like she took the life right out of him. Max got off the bed smiling at her handiwork. She sauntered off proudly to the bathroom for a shower.



She stepped into the glass enclosure and turned on the hot water. Max had turned herself on something terrible with the blow job she had just given Leo, but she wanted that moment to be just about his satisfaction. With the hot water cascading over her she masturbated herself in the shower. Her eyes were shut so tightly as she gratified herself that she did not notice Leo had opened the door and was watching her.



Leo thought he was mistaken when he heard moaning coming from the shower, but after the third sweet sound he had to see what was going on. The sight before him instantly reenergized him. This little vixen is trying to get off without me; there will be none of that. Leo watched the show Max was putting on. Getting jealous of her fingers he slapped her hand away and pinned her too the wall. “Don’t you dare! That pussy is mine and I don’t share, not even with you. What do you want, Max?”



“I want to cum.” His fierceness moistened her even more.



“Stop that.”



She was rubbing her thighs together, creating friction against her clit. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” He watched her use her thighs to bring herself to an orgasm, he had never seen anything like that before. She was trembling while pressed against the shower wall, her breasts shaking, as each tremor took her. His cock was like steel. When she was done, he dragged her wet body to the bed and threw her face down. He was horny and pissed she came without, him. I’m going to give her a lesson in obedience. That ass is mine.



“Get on your knees dirty girl. You know you’re gonna get punished, right?” <Smack> “I asked you a question.” Leo loved the feel of her ass cheek bouncing his palm back.



“Yes, Leo.”



“Head down, ass up. You are going to count each smack. If you lose count, we are starting again.” <Smack> “Did you hear me.”



This submissive position was intensely sexually frustration for Max. “Yes, Leo.”



<Smack> “One.” <Smack> “Two.” <Smack> “Three.” By the fifth smack Max was crying and shaking from an impending orgasm. At ten Leo pumped his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, bringing her to the brink, and then he took his hands away. He leaned in and ran his tongue up and down her spine, making her beg for release, but he withheld it. He put the tip of his penis at her entrance taking shallow pokes. When she thought she could not take any more he spit into her asshole. He thrust his penis into her pussy while he forced his finger into her ass. She had never had anyone put anything in her butt before, but that did not slow her down.



Max could not take anymore and gave into the orgasm that had been building for awhile. While she screamed and creamed all over her his cock, he pulled out and sank it into her open ass, she arched back, allowing him to wrap his hand around her hair as he rode her. Her butt was so tight; Leo did not think he could last long. She was moaning and calling his name to give it to her harder.



“Don’t stop, my lion, don’t stop. Ride me harder, Leo harder.”



Each push and pull motion was taking them to new heights. Max had never experience that much pleasure in her life, and just to add another level he twisted her head back and kissed her while they both came. Her three holes were radiating. Leo fell on her back, never dislodging himself from her tight butt. When he mustered up the strength, he rolled off her and pulled a sheet over them. Max was out for the rest of the night.



**********



Leo looked in smiling awe at the naked body that lay curled up under him. He had had some wild nights in his life, but not in his bedroom. He never brought girls back here. They christened his space perfectly. He knew she was a hot one, but only in his wildest dreams did her ever think she would put it down on him like that. He was getting hard just thinking about the blow job, hmm now that is something a man could get used to.



Max stirred below him as all thoughts of last night began to fill her groggy brain. She jumped up in a panic, almost knocking him in the chin.



“Whoa, girl what’s wrong?”



“Nothing. Nothing.” she replied laying back down.



“Max, I know that face. All kind of shit is wrong. Were you gonna bolt if I was not here?”



“Yeah, I woke up feeling like I was somewhere where I shouldn’t be.”



“Ok, but that is bullshit. You belong here with me. Capice?”



“Capice.” She stifled a yawn. Leo saw it, knowing the working he put on her body last night still had her tired and sore.



“Rest.”



While in the shower, Max realized that she could not put on her ball gown from last night, but was pleasantly surprised to find a t-shirt and boxer for her on the bed. She dressed and went downstairs. Leo almost burned his hand when she entered the room. She look incredibility sexy in his clothes, her nipples were hard as pebbles, and calling to him. He looked away, willing himself to show some restraint, and went back to tending the bacon. Max was a little perplexed by his behavior until she looked down and saw what he was looking at. She quietly removed the clothing beginning her seduction.



“I’m sorry you didn’t liking seeing me in your clothes,” she said faking teariness in her voice. He could not believe she was so emotional this morning. He turned around to apologize and explain but instead dropped the plate. Max was standing there, with her hands on her head buck naked. This is a very wicked woman, and she is all mine. Max realized she must have gone too far when his eyes went from open and warm to black slits. She turned to run, but he grabbed her and lifted her up. He placed her on the dining room table. If she wanted to play, he could play.



“Lie back. Knees up.” His voice was edged with anger. She had really pulled on his heart with her fake voice and he didn’t take kindly to being fooled.

David waited anxiously at the arrivals lounge.



He’d waited a long time for this day and he was getting nervous, when Heather walked through the crowds of people. He recognised her straight away; she looked exactly like she did on her web cam, mid thirties, around five foot five inches, curly shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes.



She was a larger lady, which is one of the things that David liked. He had never fucked a BBW, and the thought of it really turned him on.



Heather had recognised him straight away as well, and they both smiled and hugged each other tightly.



They looked at each other, still in their embrace, and David leant forward and kissed Heather softly on the lips. She responded by sliding her tongue down his throat and David let his hands slide down Heather’s body so they rested on her large arse as he pulled her toward him, letting her feel the bulge growing in his trousers.



She felt it and whispered to him, “The hotel is a twenty minute tax drive away, can you wait?”



“No.” David said bluntly, before nibbling on Heather’s ear.



“Let’s find a place where we can fuck. I need you now.” Heather moaned softly.



They both snuck into the men’s restroom and went into the last stall in the line. Once inside, they took each other’s shirts off, and then Heather’s bra. David played with her large tits as they kissed, enjoying the feel of each other’s tongues. David reached down and lifted Heather’s skirt around her waist, she wasn’t wearing any panties, he slid a finger into her slit and was amazed at how wet she was.



“Fuck me David. I can’t wait any longer.” She said with a moan.



David pulled his trousers down and grabbed his cock. He rubbed the head of it along Heather’s wet slit before ramming it violently inside her from behind, making her scream out in pleasure. David fucked her hard and fast, not caring whether she enjoyed it or not.



He needn’t have worried. Heather loved his cock in her cunt and was already well on her way to an orgasm. She held the toilet lid tightly as she bucked her hips against David’s, moaning deeply as his large tool stretched her cunt wide.



It wasn’t long before David increased his thrusting to a dizzying speed. He grabbed Heather’s large arse cheeks and shot a big load deep inside her. He slid his cock out of the dripping slit and pulled her dress down for her as he kissed her neck.



“That was just what I needed.” David said satisfied.



“Oh. So can I go home now?” Heather said, jokingly.



“Don’t even think about it. Let’s get a taxi.”



They both straightened themselves out and found a taxi rank. David gave the driver the address and got in the back with Heather. They had barely driven to the end off the road before they were all over each other again. Mouths open wide as they played with each others tongues.



David had slipped a hand down Heather’s top and was cupping her breast. He pulled it out. He lent down to take it into his mouth and Heather sighed, prompting the driver to adjust his mirror so he could have a proper look at what was going on.



David had now pulled up Heather’s skirt and was finger fucking her while he continued to suck on her nipple. She was in bliss, and opened her eyes to see the driver, driving very slowly as he was getting a good show, and stroking his erect cock!



It turned Heather on even more to know she was turning this stranger on, and she tugged on her top and pulled out her other breast so the driver could get a good look. David’s fingers were working her clit and cunt and brought her to orgasm, and she was sad when they pulled up at the hotel.



She fixed herself up and winked at the driver as she entered the hotel lobby. The two lovers checked in and hurriedly found their room.



They had barely got in the room and put their bags down before they had their hands all over each other again. This time they could take all their clothes off and they fell on the bed together, David lying underneath Heather, just loving the feeling of her larger body trapping him under her.



As she leant down to smother him with her large breasts, he knew there was nowhere he’d rather be right now.



He covered the tits in his face with sloppy kisses as his stiff cock flopped against Heather’s arse. Without warning she quickly lifted her hips and slipped straight down David’s cock, making the young man yell. This soon turned to the moans of pleasure as Heather soon built a steady rhythm and fucked her younger stud for all he was worth.



She sat up and rode him and her breasts bounced on her chest as she rode him through several orgasms. She felt a big one coming. She held her hands on David’s arm, pinning him to the bed and began to really fuck him, bouncing and grinding her hips against his, making deep moaning noises.



David watched her intently as her big orgasm ran through her body and she shook violently above him.



She then flopped on top of him and mumbled something about how good it was, before nuzzling her face in David’s neck. But he wasn’t done yet. He rolled Heather over and lifted her legs over his shoulder before slamming his cock deep inside Heather’s dripping cunt. The extra penetration made both lovers moan in unison and they both looked each other in the eyes as David continued fucking Heather as hard as he could.



He remembered the first time he had seen Heather; she had just brought herself a web cam and was nervous about turning it on for the first time.



Waiting, David was erect with anticipation and turned his web cam on to show Heather how much he wanted her. The sight of his big young cock made her pussy wet and she turned it on. David was so turned on by Heather and her voluptuous body that he started masturbating furiously. This only made Heather more horny and she stripped for David, before slipping her hand to her crotch so she could finger fuck herself to an orgasm. The sight of her naked body cumming made David jerk his cock even faster and he shot a big load of cum across the room while Heather watched in amazement.



David was approaching the point of no return now and Heather was watching him as his body tightened and he came inside her with a satisfied, loud, grunt. He lay on top of her, his penis still deep inside, and rested his head on her chest.



They lay together for a while as David’s cock fell limp.



“I need to take a shower,” Heather said. “I won’t be long.”



She got up and walked to the bathroom. David enjoyed watching her walk away and when she had gone, he closed his eyes and thought about the incredible sex he had had in the last few hours. He was shocked to feel his cock get hard again already, but he wanted to fuck. He walked carefully to the bathroom and opened the door. Heather heard him come in and pulled back the shower curtain.



“Come in, the water’s nice and warm,” she said with a smile.



David didn’t hesitate and jumped straight in. He played with Heather’s big breasts and kissed her, letting his hands slide between her legs so he could play with her clit. He rubbed it and in no time Heather was clinging onto him tightly begging him not to stop as he brought her to orgasm.



Once she had cum, he took the shower head off the hook and placed it between her legs. Her clit was already sensitive and the sensation of the water on her pussy was too much as she came again. Hard.



She nearly fell over as her legs began to shake.



David knew he could do what he wanted now and told Heather to turn around, which she did. She thought he was going to fuck her dripping cunt from behind as he spread her large arse cheeks with his hands and was shocked when she felt his stiff member poke her tight arsehole before sliding slowly in.



Heather closed her eyes and bit her lip as David pushed his cock all the way in, moaning as he got as far in as he could. He stood still for a short time to allow Heather’s tight arse to adjust to his cock. Once he was sure she could take him without too much pain, he slid out and then slammed his cock straight back in, making the older lady shudder and cry out in pain.



“Do you want me to stop?” David asked, as the water from the shower trickled down their bodies.



“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Heather replied with some urgency.



She was obviously enjoying having her arse fucked more than David had thought. He began fucking it again, slowly at first, and then building up speed. He used one hand to reach down to Heather’s crotch and fingered her clit, making her tremble as he pulled her closer to him. With the fingers in her pussy, the water running down her breasts and the big cock in her arse, she began to shake as she had another orgasm. It felt so strong and powerful as it ran through her body and David had to practically hold her up as she quivered in his arms.



“Th…thank you, thank you so much. I…I came so hard…never had an orgasm like that.”



David was about to laugh and tell Heather she was welcome when he felt an orgasm of his own approaching. He grabbed both arse cheeks in front of him and rammed Heather from behind.



He was finding it difficult to cum as he’d shot so much already today but he didn’t stop pounding at Heather’s arse. Heather was in post-orgasmic bliss and was feeling delirious as the he tried to cum. He was now fucking Heather so hard she was pushed up against the wall of the shower. He felt his balls tighten and groaned as he shot his seed deep inside her arse.



His head felt dizzy and barely remembered lying in bed, but as he drifted off he knew that this would be an amazing few days…

“Craig?” called Maggie as the younger man walked past her office. He frowned and let out a sigh before putting on a brave face and stepping back into her doorway.



“Did you need me?” he asked demurely. So keen to please the CIO despite the shared view that she was an almighty cunt.



Now that he was at her doorway she looked back at her desk, not even maintaining eye contact as she spoke. She was offhand, as usual, as if her whims and wishes were clearly the most important thing in Craig’s day. She rattled off some request: she hadn’t seen the signed-off copy of the capability transfer report Craig had been working on. It was overdue.



He stared at her with undisguised disdain as she spoke, his anger at the pointless request boiling inside him. She was overweight, with a pudgy face and outdated hair. Her skin was smooth and her cheeks had the rosy tint of someone who overindulged. But behind that harmless looking exterior was one mean bitch. Craig had finished the report weeks ago and gotten the nod from all the relevant team leads but he hadn’t gotten around to completing the final step mandated by the auditors: all financial documents must include a cover sheet with all the required signatures. It was a pointless step in the process, pure bureaucracy, but Maggie insisted her hands were tied in this by the auditors and Craig needed to get those signatures before she could mark the deliverable as complete.



She glanced up at him as she finished speaking and his expression flashed back to keen obsequiousness.



“Absolutely, Maggie,” he said, giving her a nod, “I’m sorry about that being late. I’ll get those signatures to you immediately.”



He hesitated, waiting to see if there was more but Maggie simply went back to what she was doing and after a moment he turned to walk away. Fucking bitch, he thought, sucking a deep breath to master his anger. This is ridiculous. Craig stormed back to his desk and pulled out the sheaf of blank sign-off sheets that he had in a file there, filling out the top of one with the report’s details and the date before heading off to find the various team leads’ offices. Five minutes later he was standing at the elevator band, leaving his desk and the actual work he had to do behind to chase pointless signatures from a series of disinterested executives.



- – -



When six-thirty rolled around Craig was leaning back in his chair, stretching after a particularly back breaking stint over a beast of a project plan. He had managed to get five of seven signatures but two of the executives he sought had been MIA. He glanced at his watch, shaking his head. No point going looking for them now, they were not the hardest working execs and by now they would be long gone. Fuck, thought Craig, he had a status meeting with Maggie in the morning and he knew it would come up.



He stood up. This is fucking ridiculous, he thought, and stomped over to the filing cabinet outside Maggie’s office where she kept the signed off documents. There was no way he was going to get into shit because of something as arbitrary as a project sign-off sheet. He would find the signatures of the people he needed on other sheets and photocopy them onto his.



Locked. Shit.



He knew where the key was: in Maggie’s desk drawer, but sure enough her office was locked too, as it always was. But in a perfect example of office moronity the key to her office was in her assistant’s desk. So a minute later Craig was opening Maggie’s door and retrieving the key, all the while rehearsing excuses in case he was caught. After a brief rifle through her desk and a slightly longer one through the cabinet he was back at his own desk, a whole bunch of sign-off sheets in hand ready to copy and paste, literally.



It was not until he had finished copying a couple of previous sheets and cutting out signatures that he noticed it. Dave Wright’s signature was where it was supposed to be. And it was clearly Dave Wright’s signature, but the date was all wrong. Dave Wright was Craig’s old boss, and he spent July, every year, in Nantucket. But here was his signature on July 15th. Craig glanced at the title of the document Dave had apparently flown back from Nantucket to sign: Project Costing and Risk Report.



Wait a minute. Craig looked again. Comparing Dave’s signatures on several documents. They were all his. No fakes here. But wait. They were all the same. Exactly the same. In all the costing reports they were completely identical, down to a tiny mark above the W that was not a part of the signature, but a pen mis-stroke, yet it had still found its way onto all of the reviewed documents.



Maggie was faking signatures on her risk reports. He was going to talk to Dave in the morning and get this bitch fired. CIO or not, faking your costing reports was a fireable offense. Heck, as an officer of the company it may be worse than if a lowly SVP had done it. Either way Maggie’s time was up.



Craig smiled and went back to the filing cabinet.



- – -



Craig’s night was restless. It was all very well to talk about getting executives fired but the truth was Maggie was a very dangerous woman. It came down to whether Craig really had the balls to call her on her hypocrisy. And so it was a very nervous and unsure Craig that arrived at his status meeting with Maggie. He was on time, having been keenly aware of his coming meeting with the woman he had discovered was perpetrating fraud against the firm, and he sat down in silence. His work was in good shape. He actually had a couple of things he needed her to help him with: chasing down answers from the steering committee, that kind of thing, but before he could get into the actual value-added side of the meeting she came back to the signatures.



He flinched. In all the excitement of the night before he had not actually finished faking up his sign-off sheets, but had focused on amassing his board of evidence instead. He blanked. Errr.



“Sorry, Maggie, I got five of the seven but . . .”



She cut him off, “Craig, I don’t understand what the problem is here.” she said with an undertone of contempt, “It’s a simple task. Get the signatures. Why do you have so much trouble doing it?”



Craig seethed. He struggled with his anger, not trusting himself to reply but instead waiting for her to move on to the next agenda item.



But she did not desist, pushing onward with her mean black eyes shining out from her pudgy cheeks as she badgered, “Well, Craig? Is there some valid reason why you can’t get this done?”



He did not reply.



A moment passed.



“I’m waiting.”



Ordinarily Craig would have been mortified. It was not the first time he had seen this kind of childish behavior on the part of an executive, nor the first time he had been on the receiving end of it, and usually the moral superiority and rank of the executive would have made him meek and pliant. But now it was not bureaucracy it was hypocrisy, and Craig felt his patience snap like an overstretched elastic band.



“Well, Maggie,” he said with cold venom, “maybe I should just have faked the fucking signatures.”



They both froze, equally surprised by what had just come out of his mouth. Craig was flabbergasted, a part of his mind seeking some way to cram his own words back into his mouth. But a part of Craig also registered a look he did not recognize on Maggie’s face. Something unfamiliar on that haughty visage.



In an instant it was gone again, masked by a veneer of superiority, and she postured with masterfully feigned indignation, “What did you just say to me?” her face the picture of righteousness.



And then Craig recognized that emotion he had seen in her. It was fear. Something she never felt around such peons as himself. But he had made her feel it and he intended to push onwards.



“I said, Maggie, that maybe I should just fake the signatures, like you do on the project costing and risk reports.”



Her eyes opened wide. Her mask was shattered. She struggled to restore her cool but it was a poor imitation of her previous posture. An imitation which fooled no-one. She was mute, and Craig went on.



“That’s right, Maggie. I saw the signatures, last night I went looking for an old sign-off sheet. Ironically I was looking to copy some old signatures myself so I could avoid your wrath. But then I found a few little forgeries already in the file.”



He saw her shoulders tense, registered a bead of sweat on her neck as it began its path down between her breasts to be lost in her blouse.



“I wonder, Maggie, What Dave Wright would think if I showed him his signatures on those reports.”



“No!” her voice was meek, broken. A squeal almost, and Craig saw her for what she really was: a coward just like every petty bully from kindergarten to college. A feeling of power came over Craig and he felt a serene sense of calm. But then he saw another drop of sweat slide down between her breasts and his calm began to morph into something darker.



“No, Maggie? What do you mean? I shouldn’t show Dave those reports? But what about the auditors, Maggie?” Craig said with ladled facetiousness, “Tell me, Maggie, it is such a simple task, getting the signatures, why did you have so much trouble doing it?” He mocked her tone of earlier in their conversation and she nodded, clearly looking to talk her way out of it.



“You’re right, Craig. I was a bitch.” she said with forced humility, “I shouldn’t have pushed on that. Tell you what, why don’t we take a look at your project plan? I’m sure there is some way we can alleviate some of your workload, maybe give you a Friday or two off, you know, off the books. Huh?”



He chuckled, “A Friday or two off?” he laughed again, “No no, Maggie. I know how important the rules are to you. I think I will go and get my two outstanding signatures and pop into Dave’s office while I am at it. You know I used to work for him, right?”



She implored him with her eyes, “All right, Craig, what do you want?” She was desperate, but there was a hint of anger in her voice and Craig found it annoying. She still thought she was better than him. No. No fucking way. He was going to get even with her. And he was going to get something out of it, too. Not just a couple of days off but a raise, maybe even a promotion. But he was going to put her in her place as well. Not in public. That would cash in his bargaining chip and he intended to hold on to that for as long as possible. Another drop of sweat slid down between those large, heavy breasts. He watched it go and he knew what he wanted.



“You know, Maggie, it’s interesting. At first I thought maybe you had just wanted to cut corners. Maybe you just wanted to shave a little off the process, just like I did last night. I have to tell you that if you hadn’t have pushed me this morning I would probably have ended up just letting it go.” he chuckled softly to himself but she was not registering. She was only listening for the punch line so he decided to give it to her.



“But you did push it, didn’t you, and now you are really squirming. Not just like someone who doesn’t want to be called out, but like someone who knows that something far more serious will be discovered if a certain Mr. Wright takes a close look at those reports. And now you are going to pay for my silence. Certainly with a raise, probably with a promotion, but first and foremost with a fuck.”



Now she was staggered. The raise and promotion she had clearly been half expecting. But had he just said fuck?



“You can’t be serious.”



“Maggie Reid, if you don’t do everything and anything I say for the next half an hour I am going to take all the sign off sheets and their corresponding documents to Dave Wright and I am going to drop you right in the shit. End of career. End of reputation. Your paycheck: Gone. Your retirement: Gone. Your stock options: Gone.”



She was sweating hard now. There was a long pause while Craig waited for his previous statement to hit home. It seemed like an age, but after a while of staring at him, stunned, she shifted a little in her seat, and without a word she nodded.



Now it was Craig’s turn to look like a deer in the headlights. What to do now? This was it. Holy shit he was about to fuck his boss. His bitch boss.



He stood and went to the door, locking it and wedging a chair under it. When he turned back to her she was staring at him in disbelief but he pressed on. Walking over to her he towered over her. She sat there, fat in her chair. Late forties. About forty pounds overweight, and as she stared he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.



She did not move, she just sat there, transfixed by this stunning turn in her day and he reached out and grasped the back of her head and pulled it to him. His cock was hardening by the second and it stuck out, seven straight inches, the big purple head throbbing. Almost involuntarily her mouth opened and he pushed his cock in.



Holy Crap! He smiled broadly in quiet astonishment. His dick was in her mouth. He could feel her tongue sliding over it. Her eyes were open wide, staring at the base of his shaft as it sprang from his pants and he felt the need to do more. To show her how far he was going to go. Still fucking her face, the first four inches or so of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, he unbuckled his belt and undid the buttons, pushing his pants down.



He pulled his cock from her mouth and dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles, then lifted his cock with his right hand and pulled her head in with his left, saying, “Lick my balls, you fucking bitch.”



She flinched at his cruel words and he saw a tear on her cheek but she went in hard, licking them, her fat cheeks rubbing against his thighs as she arched her head back to take his balls in her mouth.



As her tongue flicked over his perineum a thought flashed across his mind and he smiled. “Lie down, Maggie. Lie down on the floor.”



As she clumsily clambered to the floor he kicked off his shoes, pants and underwear and stood over her in his socks and shirt, his feet either side of her head.



He was facing down her body, looking at her lying prone on the floor. She was wearing a black shirt. It was long, like most of her skirts. Fabulous. He was going to get under that skirt today. And he was going to fuck what he found under there. His gaze wandered back to her face between his feet, staring up at his balls from underneath him. She looked afraid. Did she know what he was going to have her do? Only one way to find out.



He lowered himself on to her, squatting on her face. He wasn’t going to poop on her or anything like that but he was certainly going to have her rim him. Long and deep. Maggie the bitch CIO was going to lick his ass clean and then he was going to fuck her.



“Lick it, Maggie. Lick my asshole.”



He plopped his ass on her face, looking between his legs to make sure his balls were on her chin and his hole was right on her face and then he felt her mouth and nose between his cheeks.



Like all bullies she was all talk in the end, and when she was beaten she was really beaten. Her fat tongue came out from her fat lips and pushed straight up his asshole, no fucking around.



He sighed. It felt wonderful. The soft wet tongue fucking his ass with abandon. he had never had this power. A couple of girlfriends had done this to him, always slightly begrudgingly. Once he had dated a real goer who had been willing to go to town, but not on demand, only when the mood grabbed her. This was different. He could get this woman to do whatever he wanted. It would have been cruel but for the fact that she was such an almighty bitch and had ruined so many peoples’ lives for so long. No, Maggie Reid had it coming, and Craig was going to give it to her.



Craig rested one hand on Maggie’s fat stomach and reached out with the other to pull up her skirt. The woman’s legs instinctively pulled together as she tongue fucked his ass but no matter. It was a warm day and she wasn’t wearing stockings. Her milky white legs were exposed under her skirt.



Thick thighs, not flabby so much as full looking, overstuffed. Firm and large. It was a lovely sight, and though Craig was loving having his ass licked he decided he wanted more and stood up.



Stepping over to the seat Maggie had sat in only moments before he sat his bare ass down in it, savoring the feeling of her saliva between his cheeks.



“Get up. I want to have a look at you.”



She did, standing in front of him and glancing at the door as he reached over and lifted her skirt.



Sliding his chair back from the desk he pointed at the bare wooden surface saying, “Bend over the desk.”



She glanced at the door again and then complied, bending away from him and resting her elbows on the desk with large ass presented to him. He reached down and took hold of the hem of her skirt again, this time lifting the whole thing up and over her waist and exposing beige silk drawers beneath. Fuck yeah. Leaving her skirt on her back above her waist Craig pulled her panties down in one swift movement, impatient now, leaving them bunched on the floor around her ankles. Oh my, he thought as he stared at her fat white ass.



He grabbed roughly at the orbs. This was awesome. He pulled them apart, staring at the pussy and asshole between. Her labia was swollen, her body preparing for the coming fucking in spite of her. She was hairy. Not excessively, but black hairs covered her mound where it hid between her hefty thighs and tiny wisps surrounded her asshole which was clearly clean but slightly brown with a pink, puckered center. It was a little sweaty from being squeezed by her fat cheeks. He brushed it with his thumb. It tightened, as if it was squirming away from him. The sight inflamed him. Fuck it, he said, and he buried his face between her cheeks and thrust his tongue up her sweaty ass.



He violently tongue fucked her ass, making her bottom wobble. Occasionally he dipped down and licked the entrance to her cunt. He could not quite reach her clit from this angle but he still slipped his tongue in her pussy too, savoring the contrasting flavors of her tight, tangy anus and her wet, meaty vagina.



Her anal sphincter was tight around his tongue and he fought the urge to thrust his thick cock up there. Compliant she may be, and considering how she had eaten his ass without complaint he could probably get away with it. But if she cried out in pain they would both be left with some explaining to do and he wanted to savor this.



He was loving licking her ass. It was sweaty and fabulous, her fat cheeks wobbling as he held them apart, violating his boss’s shit hole with his tongue. But it was too much. He needed to fuck her and he needed to fuck her now, and if he was going to fuck his boss he wanted to see her face when he did it.



“Roll over on your back, now.”



She did, standing to turn and rest her bum on the desk and then leaning back. She held onto his shoulders as she leant back and then lifted her legs in the air as her back fell to the table. He grabbed her ankles as they came up either side of him and spread them apart, staring down at her hairy cunt, a wet, pink gash gaping at its center and calling to him.



Oh fuck that looked good and some other time he knew he was going to spend hours eating that pussy properly, but for now he held on to her ankles and shifted his hips to position his cock at the entrance to her. He glanced at her face as he did this. Pure, unadulterated hate tinged with the aftermath of her surprise burned in her eyes. But smoldering there too was lust. She hated him for the fact that she was going to enjoy being fucked by him as much as the fact that she had lost all her power in an instant.



But her hatred only goaded him on. He smiled sardonically, locking eyes with hers and pushed his cock in.



Fuck yes. His cock thrust into her with meaty force and filled her cunt. She grunted as it filled her. A nice big cock right up her. Her eyes closed as he started to fuck her. Long deep strokes. He was staring at his cock as it disappeared in and out of her cunt, savoring the sight, but she was biting her lower lip, her face scrunched up as he pounded her.

Heather looked at the line in front of her. Three people. She turned around and looked behind her. One person. And for this, they said ‘Allow three hours to go through security’?



To be fair, she was leaving on a Saturday morning flight. The lines probably looked worse than this during the week, when they had loads of business travelers to deal with. And it wasn’t like Heather really minded. She’d much rather zip through security quickly and spend a little quality time with her mp3 player than stand around in a long line while people stepped back and forth through the metal detector.



Only two people in front of her now. Heather handed her boarding pass and driver’s license to the security guard to be checked. In just nine hours, now, that same driver’s license would be getting her served in a hotel bar in Puerto Vallarta. Sun, sand, surf, and perhaps a cute boy or three.



One person left. Heather pulled her headphones and put her mp3 player in her carry-on, then flicked her fingers through her short blonde hair to fix the slight mussing that the action had caused. The terminal beckoned, complete with restaurants, overpriced gadgets, and magazines for people who hadn’t brought anything to do. It was a place designed to kill time, and as soon as she passed through security, Heather would have quite a bit of time to kill.



She put her carry-on bag and her purse on the conveyor belt, and emptied her pockets into the tiny bin. After a moment’s effort, she added her watch and her sandals to the small pile of stuff. Holding onto her boarding pass, she waited for the guard to beckon her through the metal detector. After a moment, the bored-looking black woman on the other side of the gate did just that.



When she stepped through, Heather was actually shocked to hear the buzzer go off and a bright light flash on the side of the device, stabbing into her bright blue eyes and forcing the pupils to contract. She tried to think of exactly what it was she’d forgotten. “I, um…”



The woman looked like she didn’t care why the buzzer had gone off. “Step back,” she said, “and then try stepping through again.” Heather did so, and even as she was stepping backwards through the gateway, the buzzer sounded and the light flashed red in her eyes. “OK, ma’am,” the guard said, “empty out your pockets before you come back through.”



“They are empty,” Heather said, turning them inside out and trying not to let any irritation show in her voice. She’d heard horror stories about dealing with airport security, how they would take any kind of perceived rudeness as an excuse to drag you out of the line and spend hours going through your stuff. That was not how she wanted to spend the time before her flight left. She stepped back through, and the buzzer and light both went off again. Heather blinked. Did they really have to put that thing right at eye level?



“OK, ma’am,” the woman said, “try taking off your belt and stepping back through.” Heather felt more than a little embarrassed as she pulled her belt through the loops and handed it to the guard. There were now three people behind her, and all of them looked at her with varying degrees of annoyance. But Heather knew that when you were in the security line, you were pretty much completely at the mercy of the people running the show.



She stepped back through, and sure enough, she got another buzz and flash. When it subsided, Heather blinked a few times. They’d certainly made that thing hard to miss, hadn’t they? It felt like it was jabbing straight into her optic nerve. “OK, ma’am,” the guard said, “if you’d like to step back through and come over here?” She gestured to a chair. “We’re going to need to do some additional security procedures.” The guard reached over to the radio clipped to her collar. “Frankie, this is Keisha. We’ve got a bit of a situation, here, and I need you to take over for me for a bit.”



Heather heard Frankie respond in a staticky tone as she stepped through the metal detector again. The flash caught her even more off-guard this time, as she hadn’t really been thinking of this last trip through as part of a screening. She was too worried about the sound of the phrase ‘additional security procedures’ to think about screwing up her eyes to avoid the light.



Half-blinded, she wandered over to the chair in a daze. The other passengers, of course, were just glad to get her out of the way so that they could get through security and get on with their own trips. Heather had never been more jealous of a collection of random strangers in her life.



After a few moments of sending luckier travelers on their way, Keisha let the new arrival, Frankie, take over. She walked up to Heather and said, “If you could please step over here, ma’am?”



Heather followed Keisha. She knew right now she didn’t have a choice. It was stupid and pointless, but her only hope for getting to her plane, her vacation, and everything that went with it was to do what Keisha said and convince her that she was a good little airline traveler like everyone else. It sucked, but that was the way the world worked.



Keisha took out a small wand-like device with two blinking lights on the tip and began running it over Heather’s body, starting with her bare feet. She could actually feel goosebumps where it passed, and worries about harmful radiation danced through her head. How exactly did these things detect metal, anyway? By the time Keisha ran it over her thighs, Heather was actually shivering.



When it got up to her breasts, the wand beeped, and Keisha gave a nod. The bored expression on her face didn’t change, but she sounded a bit more serious as she said, “Alright, ma’am, if you’d like to step back into this office with me? I’m afraid we have a few more additional security procedures to go through.” She took Heather’s boarding pass from her unresisting hand. “Don’t worry, ma’am,” she said, checking the time on the boarding pass, “we’ll still get you to your flight on time.”



Keisha took her through a door into a small, windowless room with a series of cabinets on the wall, and a row of hooks on the door. The thick carpeting on the floor felt good under Heather’s bare feet, and the soft lighting felt good after so many bright flashes. Beyond that, she felt a sort of numb terror overlaying all her other emotions. Somehow, she’d made some sort of huge mistake, she knew that much, but she couldn’t tell what it was or why it was screwing up her trip. Getting angry wouldn’t help, either. It’d just make things worse. All Heather could do right now was be polite, helpful, and do what she was told, and hopefully these people would understand.



Keisha was reaching for her radio again. “Ms. Samson?” she said. “I think we have something of a situation here. Could you join me in Security Room Three?” There was a staticky response. “I’ll go ahead and start without you, then.” Keisha looked up from her radio and over at Heather. “I’m going to need you to take your shirt off, ma’am.”



Heather blushed. Part of her felt deeply awkward about taking her clothes off in front of a strange woman–not that she had anything to be ashamed about, of course. Heather was quite proud of her slim, lithe body and everything that went with it. But she didn’t know Keisha at all. The other woman could be some sort of pervert.



Still, if it was the only way to get out of this…Heather pulled her T-shirt over her shoulders, revealing a set of pert breasts kept hidden by a pink brassiere. She hung the T-shirt up on the hooks. “Um,” she said. She realized she hadn’t said anything at all in some time. She’d just been going along with the flow and doing what she was told. Reasserting herself at all, even by the tiny act of speaking, seemed suddenly hard. “How…how much longer is this going to take?”



“That depends on you, ma’am,” Keisha said, taking the wand back out. “If you do what you’re told, it’ll go a lot smoother and quicker.” She began to wave the wand over her, from the top down this time. She scanned it over the back of Heather’s head, and Heather felt a distinct sensation of dizziness wherever it passed. She was really starting to get worried about exactly what this thing was doing to her, now, but Keisha’s words echoed through her brain as the other woman worked the wand around to Heather’s face. ‘Do what you’re told. It’ll go a lot smoother and quicker.’



Keisha waved the wand back and forth in front of Heather’s face several times. Heather actually lost count. The woozy feeling was so strong, now, and it was all Heather could to to focus on the little blinking lights on the tip and keep her eyes open. She hoped Keisha would be done soon. She was really starting to feel fuzzy. The lights were making trails in the air, and her eyes were having difficulty tracking the wand now.



Just then, the door opened and another woman slipped into the room. Heather started to look over at her, but the sudden motion of her eyes produced a near-sickening headrush, and so she kept her gaze focused on the wand. “Ah, Ms. Samson,” Keisha said, as the door closed. “Glad you could get here so quickly. We have what you might call a situation.”



“Not a problem,” Ms. Samson said, looking over at Heather. “Have you finished wanding her yet?”



“Just about to,” Keisha said, waving the wand down now over Heather’s body. Heather followed the lights down with her eyes, her head drooping as the wand skimmed over her skin. It seemed to cause dizzy tingles the whole way down, but again, it beeped when it got to her breasts.



“I see,” Ms. Samson said firmly. “Yes, you were quite right to call me. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”



Heather wanted to look up at Ms. Samson, wanted to defend herself, but she just remembered what Keisha said. ‘Do what you’re told. It’ll go a lot smoother and quicker.’ So she just kept staring at the floor, and contritely said, “I…don’t know, ma’am. I’m very sorry for all this trouble. I wish I knew what was going on.”



Ms. Samson sighed. “I’ve heard all that before,” she said. “The fact remains, we need to put you through a few more security procedures. Go ahead and take off all your clothes.”



Heather blanched. Strip naked in front of two strange women, in a public building? But she kept hearing Keisha’s voice. ‘Do what you’re told,’ it said. ‘Do what you’re told.’



Keisha rested a hand on Heather’s bare shoulder. “Look,” she said. “I know it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s just a normal security procedure. Here, I’ll go ahead and take my clothes off, too.” She unbuckled her belt and took her pants off, letting them slide to the floor. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, ma’am.” She unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders to reveal a pair of heavy, voluptuous tits. Her body was thicker and curvier than Heather’s, but still pretty in an ‘Earth Goddess’ sort of way. “Even Ms. Samson’s going to take off her clothes,” she said, unsnapping her bra.



Ms. Samson let out an irritated sigh at that, but said, “Oh, very well. If I must.” She pulled her own business skirt off, revealing sea-blue panties, dark stockings on her legs and a garter belt. The panties quickly followed. “I trust I can leave my heels and stockings on?” she asked as she took her blouse off and removed her hairpins, shaking her ash-blonde hair out of its bun.



“I don’t think Heather will mind,” Keisha said, slipping her own panties down onto the floor. “Will you, Heather?”



Heather felt overwhelmed. None of this felt particularly fair to her; she knew she was no crazy terrorist, and to put her through all these extra security procedures seemed downright silly. But she knew that protesting wouldn’t do any good, and that she had to ‘do what you’re told, and it’ll go a lot smoother and quicker’, and these two women had gone to a lot of trouble to make her comfortable, and she knew she had to ‘do what you’re told,’ and she was feeling too woozy to really make a complaint, and she had to ‘do what you’re told’, and…



Her hands made the decision for her, pulling down her shorts and panties in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, and reached behind her to unsnap her bra.



The moment her bra hit the ground, Ms. Samson let out an angry “A-ha!” She stepped over to Heather and grabbed her left breast. “And what do we have here?”



Heather was so confused now. She didn’t even know what Ms. Samson was looking at, but the other woman seemed so angry, and Heather knew it must all be her fault. She was so worried that she wouldn’t be able to board her plane, and all she wanted to do was make Ms. Samson happy so that she would believe that Heather was a nice person and let her go on with her vacation. Tears practically ran down her cheeks as she said, “i’m sorry,” not even knowing what she was apologizing for.



“A nipple ring!” Ms. Samson said, grabbing the tiny piece of jewelry and twisting it back and forth. Heather moaned and whimpered, the whirling blend of pain and pleasure overwhelming her confused and exhausted mind. “What were you thinking, girl?”



“i…i…” Heather’s mind felt like it was coming apart now, none of this made any sense anymore and she just wished it would stop. The only hope she had, the only chance of making it all stop was to do as she was told. She clung to that like a lifeline.



“Were you even thinking at all?” Ms. Samson pinched Heather’s other nipple, as if to show her the proper piercing-free way to present her breasts for air travel.



“i…i…no…sorry…no…” Heather actually felt her brain shut down, then. The air just went out of her lungs in a sudden rush, and she knew that trying to think about any of this, trying to worry about any of this, trying to understand any of this would just get her in more trouble. She just needed to do what she was told and all her troubles would go away.



“I can tell.” Ms. Samson let out an almost theatrically angry sigh. “We’d better make sure she doesn’t have anything else on her,” she said, lowering Heather gently to the floor as the girl’s knees went out from under her. “Keisha, would you like to do a body cavity search?”



Keisha went over to the cabinets. “With pleasure, Ms. Samson,” she said, opening the cabinet to reveal an array of sex toys. She pulled out a thick, long, double-ended dildo and took it over to the other women. “You’ll need to help me, though.”



“I think I can arrange that.” Ms. Samson laid Heather on her back, and the girl mewled slightly in confusion as she felt the soft carpet against her body. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment as Ms. Samson went to the desk and got out a tube of lubricant.



Ms. Samson returned and began to liberally lube up the dildo. “Let’s see what we find in there, young lady,” she said as she pressed the fake cock at the entrance to Heather’s cunt. Heather let out a gasp as the woman relentlessly pushed the massive sex toy into her pussy; the lubricant helped a lot, but it still felt bigger than the toys she normally used on herself. But that was probably because this was a security procedure, she realized. They needed to search every cranny of her snatch.



Heather felt Keisha now, impaling herself on the other end of the dildo. Keisha pushed herself at Heather, and Ms. Samson helped make sure that the double dong just slid in deeper and deeper, filling her so completely. Heather just moaned. She was so glad that they weren’t angry with her anymore, it felt so…so…



She felt Keisha’s body against her own now, the dildo all the way in. Their cunts were barely a hand’s with apart, and Ms. Samson took full advantage of that, diddling both of their clits as they rocked back and forth on the carpet. Heather gasped again. She felt the dildo in her, searching her out completely, finding every nerve and sensitive spot, running over them again and again and again until… When her orgasm hit, Heather was so lost in pleasure that barely even realized it.



After a while, Heather felt Ms. Samson straddle her face, tasted sweat and musk as the other woman pressed her ready twat against Heather’s mouth. Heather couldn’t even remember the reason for this security procedure, but she didn’t worry. There was a perfectly good reason for everything they did in this room, and she didn’t always need to remember it. She just needed to do as she was told. Ms. Samson was telling her that right now, and even if those words sometimes dissolved into incoherent grunts of, “oh, ohyeslickmeyes,” Heather knew it was important to listen and do what she was told.



It felt like hours before Keisha finally pulled the dildo out of her slick, oozing pussy and Ms. Samson rolled off of her cum-covered face. “Now then, young lady, do you understand exactly how serious this whole situation is?”



“yes, ma’am,” Heather responded, her breath still coming in gasps.



“And do you understand how important it is to follow the instructions of Transportation Security personnel?”



“yes, ma’am,” Heather said, her voice thick and muzzy.



“Good,” Ms. Samson said, her tone somewhat mollified. “I suppose we can let you board the plane today, but when you return from Mexico, I think you’re going to need to come back and clear up this whole situation more definitively. It might take several visits, but I think you’d much prefer that to the alternative, right?”



Heather had no idea what the alternative was, but she said, “yes, ma’am,” anyway.



“Very good. Keisha, how long before this young lady’s flight leaves?”



“Another two hours,” Keisha said, pulling her clothes back on.



“Plenty of time, then.”



“Oh, yes.” Keisha finished dressing. “In fact…” She opened the door just enough to slip out, and as she did so, Heather heard her say, “Frankie, could you come in here? I think we have a situation.”



THE END

Ch. 06 – Cathy



There we were on a five day golf getaway to Las Vegas and the guys were acting like a bunch of old men. None of them wanted to stay out late and have a good time. And so that’s how I ended up at the Jimmy Buffett concert all by myself. Our group was staying at the MGM Grand and the concert was in the MGM Garden Arena. As usual it had sold out well in advance, but I managed to score a ticket from a scalper and was set to the join all the other Parrotheads. Now I had been a Buffett fan for a long time and this was going to be the 10th time to see him live. I grabbed my Hawaiian shirt, put on some shorts and was off to a night in Margaritaville.



The crowd was in a party mood and Jimmy put on his usual great show. As luck would have it, my seat was beside a group of ladies who were on a girls’ getaway to Vegas. As the show progressed, I got to know them a little and found out they were from Ohio and were celebrating one of the ladies recent divorce. Donna, a blond with striking blue eyes and a great set of tits, and I seemed to hit it off right away. When Jimmy got the crowd up singing “Why Don’t We Get Drunk And Screw”, she and I were arm in arm and her hand was down squeezing my butt.



After the concert was over, I invited the ladies up to my room for a drink. Three of them took me up on the invitation, while two others were off to play the slots. I was happy that Donna was one of the ones who came. We got to my room and I cracked a bottle of Patron and poured them all a healthy shot. We toasted Jimmy and life in general. After a couple shots, we were all in a very mellow mood. The ladies opened up and I found out that all five were divorcees and that Donna was the most recent member of their group, having her divorce become official just two weeks previously. They had all gone to school together and all lived within a few blocks of each other in a suburb of Columbus.



Now, I don’t know if they planned it, or it just happened, but two of the ladies drifted away and I was alone with Donna, which was just fine as far as I was concerned. Like I told you, Donna was blond with big blue eyes and a great curvy body. She had on a pair of shorts and a Buffett tee shirt that clung nicely to her full bosom.



As I went to pour her another shot of tequila, I impulsively leaned down and gave her a kiss. The drinks were quickly forgotten and she slipped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. The kisses got hotter and deeper and Donna was quickly unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it open. She began kissing my chest and lightly biting my nipples. Needless to say, that made me hot as hell and I started squeezing those big soft breasts of hers. I could feel the hardness of her nipples straining against the material of her tee shirt and bra.



Donna was fumbling with my shorts and being a gentleman, I paused what I had been doing and helped her divest me of all my clothes. Donna pulled off her own shirt and bra and her shorts quickly followed. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock in hand and began stroking the shaft as her lips found the swollen head. She was really into it, and soon my cock was deep in her hot mouth. I grasp her hair and started rocking my hips, fucking her mouth. She moaned around my shaft, sending sweet vibrations through my body. To say that Donna was a talented cocksucker would be an understatement; her lips and tongue were truly magic.



She pulled her lips off my cock and moved up to rub those big tits against my shaft which was wet with saliva and precum. As she did I reached down and began rolling her diamond hard nipples between my fingertips, causing her to let out little yelps of pleasure. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled, obviously enjoying this as much as I was.



“I want to fuck you!” I exclaimed, brightening that beautiful smile even more.



We moved to the bed and I kneeled between her legs. Her pussy glistened with wetness and I just had to have a taste before I fucked her. I dipped down and began kissing her belly. As I did her fingers found my hair and guided me downward. I let my tongue play in the silky hair of her mound and then spreading the lips with my fingertips I began licking that delicious pussy.



Donna squirmed and clutched my hair as I ministered to her. Her hot juices literally gushed against my face as I began fucking her with my tongue. In no time Donna lost control, hips bucking as spasms of pleasure shot through her body. Soft wails of pleasure escaped her lips as I lapped at her hot cunt.



I mounted her then, my hardness slipping into warm wetness. It was a wild ride, Donna meeting every thrust with a tilt of her hips. We went at it like two animals in heat, my cock pounding deep, my hands reaching out squeezing her big breasts.



“That’s it Ed,” she wailed, “Give it to me! Fuck me hard!”



I pumped hard and fast, feeling my body flush, losing control myself as her fingers gripped my shoulders and her nails dug into my flesh. A deep growl swelled up from my chest and escaped my lips as my cock exploded with spurts of hot jizz. I kept pumping as her flesh squeezed around me, milking my cock of its full load.



I held her then, bringing my lips to hers and kissing her long and very deeply as we basked in the afterglow of the great sex we had just shared. I held her until my cock began to soften and it slipped from her. I rolled on my back beside her, looking over into her eyes and exclaiming, “Wow Donna, that was fantastic!”



She smiled that beautiful smile and then ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. She slid down and began licking my cock and balls. Her tongue felt so very good against my flesh and in no time she had me fully erect once more.



She mounted me and began riding my revived cock. She went nice and slow at first and the way she squeezed me with her muscles was a sensation I had never experienced before. My eyes followed the globes of her breasts as they swayed and jiggled with each movement. I lifted up and caught a tip with my lips and nipped it with my teeth, extracting a moan of satisfaction from her.



Now this sexy lady must have had one ultra sensitive pussy because in no time she was crying out again as jolts of pleasure overtook her body. I lay back and just enjoyed the ride, feeling her juices gush over my cock as she fucked me.



I don’t know how many times she came, but her eyes were glassy with passion as spasm after spasm of pleasure washed through her. As her pace slowed, she grinned down at me and whispered, “Thank you, I needed that so bad!”



With that she dismounted and moved down to take me in her mouth again. She began sucking me, her warm wet lips sliding up and down my shaft as her fingers massaged my sac. I was so on the edge, and as she slipped a finger into my ass I lost it. Thick hot cream jizz shot into her mouth and she hungrily sucked and swallowed it all. She nursed my cock letting it soften in her mouth and then slid up and snuggled into my arms, kissing me and giving me a taste of the cum that lingered on her tongue.



We lay there for awhile, just enjoying the feel of our bodies cuddled together. We have dozed off for a little while and when I awoke, I needed to use the can. I extracted myself from Donna’s arms and quietly moved to the bathroom. I lifted the lid and as I stood in front of the toilet, I felt Donna’s body press into my back and her fingers circle my shaft. I tensed and didn’t know what to say.



“Relax,” she whispered, “and don’t worry, I’m not into that water sports stuff, but I do love the feel of a man’s cock as he pees!”



And so she held me as I took my piss, pressing into my back and kissing my shoulders. It was a totally new experience for me and one that I filed in my memory under the “like” column. I must admit, Donna was as uninhibited as any woman I had ever been with before.



We went back to the bed and fucked again. Afterwards, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning when I awoke, she was gone. I never saw her again, but she was definitely a lady who I will never forget.



Later that morning, my round of golf was terrible, probably because of my lack of much sleep. When the guys kidded me about not having a good trip, I just smiled!

The first time I saw Kate I thought she was someone’s grandmother. Rocking slowly in a hard wooden rocking chair, next to the wood-burning stove some previous tenant had installed in what was left of our living room, she was dressed head to toe in black. She was goth long before goth, minus the hollow emaciation. Black beaded purse, black laced-up 1900′s style boots, a black full length, full sleeved, layered 1900′s style dress, one of those little round black hats and even a black lace veil. And underneath all that prudish turn of the century wardrobe, was what appeared to be an old woman. She had a heavy, pasty round face, short whitish-blond hair done in a tight curl set, and thick, undefined body underneath.



At the time, I was living in what was colloquially known as the student ghetto — and older section of rather run down Victorian homes, adjacent to the university, tending to student rentals and the elderly. I shared this mansion of squalor with Jeff, my best friend since high school, another rather eccentric guy named Wally who was almost never around, and Bill the cat. Bill was pure street. He weighed a good sixteen pounds, nothing but muscle, scar tissue and gristle. Dogs coming down the street would detour to the other side if they saw Bill sunning on our porch.



I had just gotten home from work, and pulled Jeff aside. “Is that your grandmother?” I whispered.



Jeff laughed. “Shit no, that’s Kate. She’s cool.”



“Really.” I was unconvinced, but accepted it for the moment and went in to introduce myself.



“Anybody got a light?” she asked, pulling a gigantic joint out of her purse as I walked in and sat down next to her. My jaw hit the floor, and everyone else in the room laughed.



“Ok, you guys got me,” pulling myself together. “My name’s Dan.” I pulled out a Bic and fired her up.



“Pleased to meet you,” she squeeked out, trying not to let any of the smoke escape her lungs. “Want a hit?” she asked, handing me the doobie.



“Why not? I’m done working for today.” I took a toke — it was some good shit — and passed it on. “So how did you meet these guys?” I asked her.



I don’t recall ever getting a clear answer, but Kate seemed to enjoy visiting us. Every few days she would show up, either to hang out and catch a buzz, or maybe we would all go out to a bar somewhere. Turned out she lived in a little no name burg about twenty miles south of the ‘Zoo, and came up regularly in what passed for her social life. She cursed like a sailor, drank like a fish, and always had the best weed. Of course she ended up being part of our gang — she had enough sarcastic wit to keep up with us, never nagged, she was just fun to be around. She never had a boyfriend, or talked of one, or a girlfriend for that matter. And she didn’t seem to care if any of us had a girlfriend, or picked someone up for an evening’s recreation. To Wally and Jeff and I, she was just one of the guys.



One night, we heard that Bram Stoker’s Dracula would be opening on Friday. Kate, being pre-goth, was dying to see it, but no one else was that interested in what they thought was just another horror film. On the other hand I’d heard that it was pretty good, so I agreed to go with her. Friday night came and we hopped in the car and headed for the drive-in.



Now for those of you who may not be familiar with this film, it was more than just another slasher flick. It’s very gothic, yes, which is what I expect attracted Kate to it, and bloody — very graphic. But it was also romanticized, more in keeping with Stoker’s original vision, in that Dracula loved his victims. And the movie was just chock full of kink. “You can’t understand life until you fuck it in the liver” is one quote, as the Count has sex with a corpse.



So there we were, blasted on some tasty Acapulco Gold Kate had brought, watching the movie head in directions I never expected, eating popcorn. To this day I don’t know if it was the weed, or watching the graphic action on the screen, or the fact that it had been a couple of weeks since I had gotten laid, but suddenly I noticed that my cock started twitching whenever Kate’s hand was rooting around in the popcorn bucket in my lap. I hadn’t thought of Kate that way, but there was no doubt I was getting a boner. Chalk it up to being young and horny. I suppressed a snort.



“What?” Kate asked.



“Nothing,” I replied. “Just a stray thought.”



“No, goddamit! I see that smirk. What is it?” she demanded.



“It’s nothing, really. Just kind of a fable, something that little boys talk about.”



“Tell me or die,” she threatened.



“All right. But remember, you asked,” I said. “A guy goes to the movies with his girlfriend, and to try and get some action he cuts a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket and puts it in his lap, sticking his pecker through the hole. Then when his date reaches in to get some corn, she gets more than she expected.” I waited trepidatiously for her reaction.



“You know, that’s actually kind of hot.” Kate finally replied, surprising me. “Want to try it?”



“Seriously?” I asked, dumbfounded.



“Yeah. I always liked hot buttered popcorn.” And after a moment, suddenly shy, quietly, “If you want to…”



So I fished out my pocketknife and started sawing a hole in the bottom of the bucket, trying not to spill any, while she pretended to concentrate on the movie. After a few moments I had everything prepared, pants unzipped, popcorn bucket mounted on my semi-hard cock. Kate scootched over on the seat and started digging into the corn, her eyes still locked on the screen.



Soon enough, her hand brushed the tip of my cock. Even though we both knew it was coming, it was still somehow surprising and my cock twitched in excitement, growing harder.



“Now what is this in my popcorn?” Kate asked, feigning innocence. She felt around in the bucket, her palm cupping the end of my dick while her fingers stroked down the shaft. I was totally turned on — I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. “I’m not sure what it is, but it sure feels good.” She continued stroking me, pushing the kernels out of the way. I felt a drop of pre-cum leak onto her hand as she moved it up and down and all around, playing with me.



“I wonder how it tastes,” she continued. And with that pronouncement, Kate leaned over and put her head in my lap, sticking her face in the popcorn, and started licking the very tip of my hard-on. “Mmmm, is that some butter I taste?” her tongue swirling over my most sensitive spot, just below the opening, finding another drop of leakage.



“Oh my god,” I groaned in ecstasy. “That feels so good, Kate.” By now she had pushed the bucket down further, so that she had the end of my cock in her mouth, her tongue running around the rim of my exceedingly taut head.



“Let’s go back to my place, where we can do this properly,” she suggested. “This popcorn bucket is kind of getting in the way, and we’ll be a lot more comfortable in my bed.” I already had the car started, the speaker thrown out the window.



When we got to her house, we tore off our clothes and were in her double bed in no time. I’ve told you Kate was a big girl, and she was — about matching my five-nine height, but well north of 200 pounds. But she was mostly solid and fairly firm, not flabby. It was a novel experience for me. Yes, things still shook and jiggled, but not as much as I expected. Until that point, I had mostly chased and lusted after petite little women, or at least slender if they were tall. I started running my hands over her body, palming her large boobs, massaging them, rubbing her big brown nipples until they started to get hard. Her hands roamed over my back, while she whispered, “Oh, Dan…”



I snuggled in a little closer, letting her feel my cock stiffening against her hip, letting my hand fall down to her ample waist. And then I kissed her, hard, open mouthed, my tongue diving into hers, probing, testing, deeply, while she matched me. It was another first, for me anyway — being completely naked while kissing someone for the first time.



Finally we broke, and I slid downward, kissing her neck, her throat, the valley between her ample breasts. My hand slid upwards, cupping them again while I lowered my mouth onto her aureole, sucking on it and taking her nipple in my teeth, tugging while I licked the nub. Hearing a breathy “Ahhh…” I smiled to myself, and gave her other tit the same ministrations, this time to hear an “Mmmm…”



I dropped my hand down onto the flat expanse of her inner thigh, and then brought it back up to her loins, turning my hand to cup her mound with my palm. I could feel her pubic hair — she didn’t shave, or even trim it up, but it was soft and downy. As I pressed her with my palm, my fingers tracing little circles on the outer edges of her pussy, I heard her sharp short intake of air and a quick tensing of her body as she opened her legs a little. Her hand slid down between us, grabbing my cock and started to stroke it, pulling me towards her.



Kate was giving me a great hand job — just the right tension, just the right rhythm, her hand sliding all the way down to the base of my shaft, and then up, covering my mushroom capped head, rolling it around a little, and then stroking down again. It felt incredible. I had to share the feeling, so I shifted my hand a little and started rubbing her mound, opening her lips, feeling her wetness. I slid a finger into her hot pussy and ran my thumb up to massage her clit.



“Oh fuck, Dan, that’s so good…” Kate was suddenly soaking wet, her juices flowing like a river, covering my hand and pooling on the sheets. She removed her hand off my pulsating rod, reached down between her legs and wiped as much as she could into her hand. Then she returned her hand to my cock, using her hot cream to lubricate me, gripping me harder while she stroked me. It was exhilarating, knowing where that slick wetness came from while she spread it all over my cock. I knew I would blow if she kept this up much longer, and I wanted her to have the full experience — I needed to speed her up a little, and slow myself down. So I moved down a bit, just out of her hands reach, kissing her ample belly, sticking my tongue in her belly button while I continued to frig her thoroughly.



“What the hell?” Kate exclaimed. “I wanted to make you come, and squirt it all over me.”



“Don’t worry, Kate. I’m going to come, all right — I just think it would be better if we both do.” And with that I climbed in between her ample thighs, took aim on her muff and dived in, zeroing in on her clit, still rotating it underneath my thumb. I started at the bottom of her slit, licking upward with the wide flat of my tongue, up and over the little man in the boat, swirling around it and feeling it swell. Kate groaned and pushed her hips up, into my mouth, while I sucked and nibbled, tasting the salty musky flavor of her juices.



I plugged a second finger into her cunt next the first — a much tighter fit, and curled them upwards so I could rub against the roof of her pussy, while I slid them slowly in and out of her wet orifice. Kate was moaning by this time, rocking her hips back and forth, her fingers locked into my hair, pulling my face into her crotch. Her moans were getting louder, her hips moving more quickly, wildly. I wrapped my arm around one of her legs, pushing it over my shoulder, and locked it in place to hang on. Suddenly her back arched, and she bucked frantically, hips gyrating. “Oh shit, Dan, fuck… just fuck me, hurry up and fuck me…”



I came up for air. “OK, Kate. Roll over, ok?” I helped turn her around, her generous ass up in the air, presenting herself to my achingly hard cock. Her head was down against the bed as I grabbed both of her ample ass cheeks, squeezed them, and moved in place behind her. I leaned forward, and when I felt the tip of my cock lined up with her wet pussy lips I drove forward, sliding smoothly into her hot juicy wet snatch, all the way to the hilt. Kate gurgled a little into the sheets as I withdrew, and then penetrated her again. She wasn’t particularly tight, but I had expected that as she had at least fifty pounds on me. But she was very wet and slippery inside, and the warmth of her cunt felt great as I rocked in and out of her.



The angle must have been good for Kate, too. Soon she was rocking back and forth as well, matching my strokes to meet me, and I could see her hands clenching the sheets in a death grip. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her harder. “Oh shit, yes, fuck me harder,” she cried, muffled by a pillow near her head. I kept thrusting, feeling yet another gush of wetness from her. We were both panting, a slick sheen of perspiration covering us.



I pulled back for a moment. “Roll over again, OK Kate? I want to do you face to face.” We got repositioned, and I knelt between her legs, her arms reaching up for me. I slid my cock back into her satiny wet snatch, feeling the warmth envelop me, and sighed, contented. “God that sure feels good…”



“Tell me about it,” Kate laughed. I started sliding in and out of her, staying upright so I could fondle her large boobs and tease her nipples while we fucked. Her head rolled back, and she had her hands on my hips, pulling me into her, setting the rhythm. And at that moment, I had a revelation. All that extra padding Kate had just meant that I could bang her as hard as I wanted, as hard as I could, and it wouldn’t hurt her. I wondered if all those other petite little things that I enjoyed so much felt the same way, that they could fuck me with abandon if they were on top, knowing they wouldn’t break anything. I had held back sometimes, especially with the smaller ones, worried that I might be too much. It was something I needed to investigate…



Obviously I didn’t have that problem with Kate. She was starting to writhe and twist, her hips locked onto my fully engorged manhood as I drove into her again and again. I could feel her muscles tightening and tensing under her skin, hear her breath start to come in short little gasps. The bedsprings were creaking and squeaking, loudly singing their unforgettable song as I bounced on her, ramming my cock home to the hilt, time and again. I could feel the pressure starting to build in my balls, the wonderful glossy feel of my glans rubbing deep inside her pussy as I thrust harder and harder. “Oh god, Kate, fuck me, I’m gonna come…” I gasped.



She thrust her hips up hard to meet me and then wrapped those muscular thighs around me, clamping me in place as I pounded into her. I held on as long as I could, feeling her squirm and jump against me, but soon enough I was shooting into her, my creamy ribbons of hot jism, deep in her oh so warm wet snatch. It felt so good, all that cum draining out of my balls, that beautiful feeling of release as I continued to pump into her own creamy hot wetness.



“See, I knew you would make me come,” I teased as we wound down, catching our breath. “But I squirted it all up inside you, instead of all over you.”



“Shit, that’s ok, Dan,” she replied. “Besides, you made me come about a million times.”



Afterwards we just lay there a moment, our muscles uncoiling, the tension flowing away, fully relaxed, the sweat of our exertions cooling our skin. As we lay there, side by side, Kate told me I couldn’t stay the night — she didn’t want her neighbors to see me leaving in the morning.



I got up and dressed, and then sat on the bed to tell her goodnight. Kate put her hand on my leg. “I know I’m not your type,” she began, “I know this was just a one-time thing. And I won’t say anything to anyone — I don’t want to ruin your reputation.” After a moment she continued, “But I wanted you to know this was a lot of fun, Dan, I liked it a lot. And thank you.”



“Don’t worry about it, Kate. And I had fun too,” I replied, thinking, “I had a reputation? Who knew?”



Then I leaned over, kissed her lightly, and left. As far as I know she never spoke of it to anyone; nor did I, for a very long time.



Many years later, Jeff and I were reminiscing late one evening, enjoying a fine single malt, and I mentioned that I had done Kate once upon a time. He was quite surprised, knowing well my predilections for tiny and tight, so to speak, and my general apathy towards what we now refer to as BBWs. He asked me why I had done it.



“It seemed right at the time,” I reflected, finishing off my scotch.



And to Kate, wherever you might be, thank you for showing me there are some advantages to being a larger woman, and for proving once and for all that there actually is a kernel of truth to the old ‘pecker in the popcorn’ fable.

Many thanks to my editor, Sully 2818. Also, this story owes a great deal to my beautiful and beloved wife. :-)



This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.




*** CHAPTER 02 ***



I awoke the next morning with the dim light of sunrise just beginning to cast long shadows across the top of the tent. Sarah had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder and a slender arm across my chest. She looked angelic and adorable sleeping there. The warmth and softness of my cousin’s body against mine and the gentle sound of her breathing lulled me back into a state of half-sleep. I took a deep breath, savoring the subtle, comforting scent of the woman in my arms. It felt good lying there with her, but it was much warmer this morning than it had been the previous night, and it was soon too hot for me to continue lying in the sleeping bag with her. Disturbing her as little as I could, I slipped out of the sleeping bag. Sarah stirred a little, and I couldn’t resist giving her a light kiss on her lips. She smiled sweetly without opening her eyes. As I slipped my shoes on, I heard a van door and recognized the voices of my friends and family that had slept there.



As much frost as I was certain that I had seen inside the tent the night before, I expected that there would be a great deal of moisture inside of the tent that we would have to allow to dry out before we stored the tent for any length of time. Looking around, however, I didn’t notice any dampness on the inside of the tent’s walls. There might be dew on the outside of the tent, but the inside looked like it was ready to pack back into the plastic container we kept it in until the next time we needed it.



Someone was walking rapidly towards the tent. Looking towards the door that my sister had left partially open when she had vacated the tent last night, I saw Diana’s smiling face looking in at us. “Rise and shine!” Her cheerful voice filled the tent. “We’ve got coffee going on the campfire, and Erin and I are making bacon, eggs, and pancakes for everyone!”



Sarah yawned and stretched, and we both looked at Diana’s intrusion with good-natured humor.



“We’ll be out in a second,” I said as my friend disappeared towards the campfire.



Sarah lay in the sleeping bag, not quite ready to get up just yet. I was fully dressed, and if my help wasn’t needed with breakfast then there was no rush for me to leave the tent. I sat down beside my cousin. “So how did you sleep last night, Sarah? Are you still OK with what happened?” I asked her.



Sarah reached out and took my hand in hers. She spoke in a soft whisper that the other people outside of the tent wouldn’t hear. “I slept great. And the next time that you and I are alone somewhere where we can have a reasonable degree of privacy again, I’ll be happy to show you just exactly how OK I really am with everything that happened last night. So are you OK? No weird morning-after regrets about fucking your own cousin?”



“My only morning-after regret is that there’s not enough time or privacy right now for an encore.” I whispered back. Sarah smiled wickedly as she began unzipping her sleeping bag.



“Hey, John!” came Kim’s voice from the direction of the van. “Give Sarah some privacy so that she can get dressed, or she’ll be using you as an excuse to stay in that sleeping bag all day!”



Sarah chuckled and replied loud enough for everyone to hear her. “Yeah, John. Get out of the tent so that I can get dressed without you seeing me naked!”



I looked over at her. She wasn’t wearing panties under her t-shirt, and she grinned wickedly as she flashed her pussy at me. I began to move towards her, but she quickly closed her legs. She cackled quietly as she gestured me away with a shooing motion. I began making my way over to the door of the tent as she dug through her suitcase choosing what to wear that day. I couldn’t resist one last look back at the delicious curves of her bare backside as she bent over the suitcase, and I pondered my good fortune in having a cousin like Sarah.



Breakfast has always been my favorite meal while camping, and that morning was no exception. Diana is probably the best campfire cook that I have ever known, and breakfast was phenomenal. I sat beside Diana, and we discussed our plans for the night as she playfully rolled her bacon and eggs up in a pancake and ate her creation like a burrito.



We had about seven hours of driving ahead of us, so we could easily leave at 9:00 and be at Erin’s parent’s place at 4:30 at the latest. That would give us time to unpack, get settled in, and get briefed on the site. Assuming that we spent an hour at dinner, two hours on the walk-through, and an hour setting up, we would be ready to start the investigation well before sunset at 8:00.



I tossed my paper plate and napkin onto the fire. Heather and Erin had already finished eating and started on the dishes, which consisted of our well-used cast-iron pans, our battered tin camping cups, and the silverware. I thanked Erin when she offered to take my dishes, then busied myself with helping to disassemble and stow the tent, folding up the camping chairs, and loading everything in the back of the van.



I had just finished using water from my canteen to brush my teeth when Heather approached me, looking nervous. “John, could you take a quick walk with me?”



The poor girl looked scared to death, and I wondered if she was backing out of the investigation. “Sure, Heather. I’ll be right with you.” I returned my canteen and toothbrush to my rucksack, then returned to Heather. “It’s going to have to be a short walk. Everyone else looks like they’re almost ready to leave. Now, before we go, you know that nobody’s going to think any less of you if you want to back out of taking part in the investigation, right?”



“A short walk is fine,” Heather said. Something was definitely unusual in the way she was acting. Her voice sounded out-of-breath, and her cheeks were flushed. “And I’m not backing out of the investigation. I just have something I need to talk to you about. Now, if you don’t mind.”



“Are you OK, Heather?” I asked in genuine concern. “Is this about the…”



“I promise, I really am fine. I just need to talk to you,” Heather’s voice was pleading. “Let’s walk.”



“Hey, Diane, Heather and I are going to be gone for a few minutes,” I shouted at Diana even as Heather was leading me away. Diana responded with a wave in my direction. She was busy ensuring that the campfire was entirely out. I felt guilty about leaving when there was still work to be done getting ready to leave, but Heather clearly needed me.



Joining Heather, I let her lead me down the road. She was power-walking much more quickly than her usual unhurried pace, and I had to start out in a light jog for a few seconds in order to catch up with her as she headed down the reed-lined gravel road. After about a hundred meters, the road we were on met a larger paved road at a T-intersection. Heather still hadn’t said anything, and I began worrying. I briefly remembered Sarah hearing someone outside of the tent the previous night, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Did Heather know what her sister and I had done together last night? How would she be likely to react if she did, and what would those actions mean for me and Sarah?



After we crossed the paved road, Heather surprised me by keeping on moving straight into the woods on the other side of the road. She isn’t in the best of shape, and she was breathing heavily. I followed her into the woods, our feet making crunching, shuffling sounds in the fragrant brown leaves of the forest floor. She looked around. Seeing a large fallen log, she led me over to it. Taking a seat, she patted the log beside herself and gestured for me to join her.



“John,” she asked, “When you saw your sister’s tattoo last night, you looked like you might have already seen it. Had you seen her tattoo before then?” Heather was breathing hard, perhaps from exertion, perhaps from something else.



I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She wasn’t talking about me and her sister. Still, it was an unusual question to lead someone into such a private area just to ask them, and the nervousness that showed in her voice as she asked it was even stranger. I thought briefly about how to answer her. Did my dream count? “Well, I suppose, sort of.”



Heather nodded. My evasive reply appeared to satisfy her. “Yes, I suppose that I had sort of seen it before then, too.” Her voice was hushed, pensive, and nervous. She reached out with a warm hand that was trembling slightly, and took my own hand into hers. Pulling my hand to herself, she held it gently in her lap. Nothing too bold. Nothing that either of us could say was outside of the boundaries of normal behavior between cousins and old, close friends. Still, it wasn’t quite normal for us. “You know what’s kind of funny, John? Both of us had seen that tattoo before somewhere. But when I asked Kim if she had shown it to anyone before last night, she said no. Not even you.”



As we held hands, Heather turned her head and looked at me. Her piercing blue eyes met mine for a long moment. I could tell that she was thinking very carefully about how to word her next question. I met her gaze, and she looked away from me, unable to look me in the eyes. “John, did you and I… spend any special time together the night before last?”



The only time we had even seen each other at all the night before last would have been in our dream. Heather had to be referring to that, but the notion still seemed impossible. My breathing became heavier at the memory of our incestuous union as I nodded, but I worded my reply carefully. “Yes, we did. And as I promised you at the time, I will never forget it.” Again, my words would only make sense if we had both somehow, impossibly, remembered sharing the same dream. My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered what her body had felt like during our forbidden lovemaking, and I could almost taste my cousin’s kisses again as I remembered what it had been like to be inside of her. But still, the careful wording of my answer meant that, if necessary, I could still save myself from embarrassment by pretending that I was talking about something else entirely.



Immediately after I answered her, I knew that my fears that she and I were discussing two entirely different things were in vain. Her hand tightened around mine, and we looked at each other for a long moment. She was breathing so deeply that I was afraid that she would hyperventilate, her shoulders heaving with every breath and the perfect, pale skin of her cheeks flushed a deep mottled crimson. She looked me in the eyes, meeting and holding my gaze. She was smiling and laughing nervously, but a few tears rolled down her soft round cheeks. She was completely overcome with emotion.



“I’ll never forget it, either.” Heather’s voice was quiet, choking on the power of the feelings that seemed to swell in her pounding heart. We stared at each other for a long minute, her hot hands clenching my own tight in her lap. “I’ll never forget anything about it, and I’ll never regret sharing that with you whether you’re my own cousin or not.” She chuckled nervously as she acknowledged the taboo nature of what we had done together.



“I love you, Heather.” I whispered quietly. I had spoken those words to her a million times before, but this time they meant something entirely different. My heart was pounding in my chest as, for the first time in our waking lives, my cousin and and I moved to kiss each other in a manner that was more than an expression of innocent familial affection.



Our lips met for the first time in our waking life. Her sweet, round, familiar face was pressed hard against my own, our lips and mouths silently communicating a life’s worth of pent-up love between us. We were blissfully drowning in an ocean that washed over us in sweet waves of tender passion. I tasted her sweet mint-flavored toothpaste as her tongue and mine hesitantly met. Both of us were nervous to be sharing the forbidden, incestuous kiss with our favorite cousin and childhood friend. Both of us knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again, and I doubted that either of us could believe that this was really happening. As we held each other close, our kisses soon gained in both confidence and passion. Soon, our lips sealed together in steamy bliss as we rejoiced in our shared love, kissing like a bride and her groom beneath a chapel of tall trees. Our breath soon had her glasses frosted with fog, and she giggled as she pulled them off and stuck them through the waistband of her pants as I leaned her back to rest on the log. My cousin and I held each other close, our tongues intertwining wetly, our arms stroking each others’ backs, our lips moving sweetly together as we kissed one another as lovers. Golden sunlight shone down through the leaves, and somewhere nearby a songbird was cheerfully serenading the two new lovers. Moving my lips, I kissed her chin, her cheek, and moved my lips to her neck.



Moving my lips from her mouth, I kissed the side of her neck and she let out a sweet, quiet gasp. I continued planting light, fluttering kisses upon her neck as her body pressed against my own. She moved her legs to place one on each side of the tree trunk that we lay upon and pulled me on top of her between her now spread legs. I lay between her legs, supporting as much of my weight as I could on the log behind her and savoring the feeling of my favorite cousin’s pelvis grinding against me as I continued kissing her neck. As our crotches pressed together, I could feel the line of her zipper rubbing against me through my pants, and the thought of what lay beneath her clothing had my penis as hard as forged steel. She inhaled audibly as she felt one of the hands that held her slide beneath her sweater and t-shirt to feel the soft, warm skin of her back beneath her clothing. The contact between my calloused hand and the soft skin of her back excited both of us even further, and our minds were clouded by a fog of passion as we continued rejoicing in our shared love beneath the leafy canopy of the beautiful old forest.



Her blue-jean covered pelvis ground hard against me as my beloved cousin’s familiar voice poured out in a feverish whispered rush. “Sweetheart, tell me what we did together two nights ago! Please, tell me! I need to hear you say it!”



“We made love, Heather. And it was the sweeter than I ever thought that lovemaking could be.” She uttered a high-pitched, inarticulate cry of joy at my words, pressing her mouth hard against mine in a sloppy, scalding-hot kiss that a week ago I never could have imagined we would have shared. “I have always loved you, Heather,” I whispered after long minutes of delighting in the blissful kiss, “and that night, you showed me exactly how much you have always loved me.” The erotic memories of making love to my sweet, innocent cousin had my cock straining at the crotch of my pants as though it might tear through them. I knew that even through our pants she could feel my hardness pressing against her sex as our bodies continued to grind together through our clothes. If only that clothing weren’t there!



Heather’s breathing came in ragged gasps. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Ohmygod!” she was whispering. My sweet, pretty cousin was so excited by our circumstances that I could sense that, even through our clothing, the contact between our genitals was about to bring her to orgasm. Her arms tightened around me with more strength than I thought that she possessed, and her pretty round face scrunched up as she let out an inarticulate gasp. Heather’s hips thrust up at me and then froze, her body trembling. She pressed her mouth hard into the shoulder of my jacket to muffle her gasping scream of joy and pleasure as her arms clenched tightly around me.



For long minutes, Heather held me close in trembling arms as her deep, ragged breathing slowly began to return to something that sounded more normal. “Yes, Sweetheart, we made love to each other. Oh, God, you really were inside of me! I got to feel you leave part of yourself inside of me to combine with my essence and create something beautiful together. I got to feel what it was like to have you make me the mother of your child! I felt myself claim you as the father of my own child. I have never loved anyone more than you, cousin.”



We kissed again. I wanted to add something to what she had just said and let her know just how special the experience had been to me, but I was too overcome with emotion to speak. For a long minute, we held each other in silence, savoring the feeling of each other’s body against us. My hand was still against her bare back inside of her shirt and sweater, my hand near the clasp of her bra. I could almost feel her heart beat against my chest as our soft breaths washed over one another’s face. Heather and I were each breathing in the comforting, familiar scent of our beloved cousin, and we were cherishing it even more than we ever had before.



Heather whispered to me, her words coming out in a rapid-fire torrent of speech as though she had either bottled them up inside of herself for far too long, or as though she was afraid that she would loose her nerve and never speak them at all if she didn’t do it at this very moment. “Sarah was right. I have always been in love with you for as long as I can remember! Even when we were small children, I remember how sad I felt when Mom told me I couldn’t ever marry you because we’re related, and I have always believed that I could never have you. But two nights ago, I got to taste your kisses and hold your body against mine with nothing between us. I felt every detail of making love to you. I got to feel what it was like to share an orgasm with someone that I have always loved more than life itsself, and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced! I woke up, and could almost still feel your body inside of me. Then, last night, I got up to go to the bathroom and I walked past the tent. I watched and listened as you had sex with Sarah, and I knew for certain that you have no qualms about real-life sex with a flesh and blood relative.”



Heather pulled my face to hers, planting a wet, sultry kiss on my lips. “Even inside the sleeping bag, even in the darkness, I knew exactly what the two of you were doing. I watched you give her what I have always wanted, and I’m not ashamed to tell you that I stood there and masturbated outside of the tent as I watched you. I knew that what you were doing with her was going to become a reality between us soon as well, cousin. Very soon. We would make love right now if they weren’t waiting for us back at the van.” Heather’s hot lips brushed my own, teasingly. She kissed my neck, and I gasped. “If they weren’t waiting for us, you could have me right here on this log. Maybe in the position we’re in right now, or maybe I would be bent over the log with you taking me from behind. Maybe I would be straddling you as you lay in the leaves. Most likely, I think we would try a couple of positions until we found one that we decided was our favorite,” my childhood friend whispered quietly in my ear, as though afraid that the magic of this moment was so delicate that even a loud word could shatter it. My head swam, and my mind was filled with remembered images of her sweet, nude body and my throbbing cock disappearing into the soft curls between her legs.



Heather’s voice was a barely audible whisper, her breath hot against my ear. “I heard you tell Sarah last night that you didn’t have a condom. Neither do I. And I’m not on the pill. As a matter of fact, I’m super-fertile right now. I felt myself ovulate last night. I’m pretty sure that even if the head of your penis so much as brushed against my vagina, if even a drop of your pre-cum got inside of me, I might get pregnant just from that. But if we had the time right now,” Heather held me close, her voice quiet and strained with nervous emotion, “none of that would stop us! I felt you get me pregnant two nights ago, and it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt! Cousin, I would make love to you until you came inside of me just like you did in the dream we had. We have always loved each other, cousin. We could always be together! We could live together like a husband and wife and raise our children together. But soon, no matter what else is going on, we’re going to become more than the closest of friends and more than the most beloved of relatives.” She kissed me again, her hot, sweet, breath washing my face with the scent of campfire smoke and minty toothpaste. “We’ve always been inseparably close, but we’re going to add a completely new element to our love, and we will become even closer. We’re going to feel what we shared together two nights ago again and again. And we are going to love each other for the rest of our lives.”

We were both trembling. I couldn’t believe that I had just heard those words come out of her mouth. Sweet, innocent, responsible Heather, who didn’t like to go to parties and who had just gotten into graduate school with a 3.9 overall GPA, was willing risk everything for unprotected, forbidden, incestuous sex with her own cousin. She looked at me with wide, frightened, doe-like eyes, as though afraid of being rebuked or laughed at. Instead, I pulled her closer to me.



“I love you, Heather. And soon we will make love. I promise. But can we use some sort of protection? I’m not sure that our mothers will be as happy to have us make grandchildren for them right now as they seemed about the idea in our dream.” I chuckled lightly.



She flashed her brilliant old familiar smile that I have seen a million times before and always loved. “Sure we can use protection. But you had best get some soon if you want us to use it. I’ve always been in love with you, but I thought that because I was your cousin you wouldn’t have me. I’ve waited my whole life for this, and I don’t want to wait another minute if I don’t have to.”



I could see in her eyes that she had told the truth. She would have let me make love to her then and there, without protection and while her body was at its most fertile. I knew that everyone else was waiting for us back at the van and would soon be wondering where we were, and I knew that if I made love to my sweet, beloved cousin there would almost certainly be serious, life-altering consequences for it. But I remembered what it had been like to make love to her two nights earlier. I remembered her beautiful, soft, chubby body as she gave herself to me, and I wanted nothing in the world more than to have sex with her then and there, to plant my seed deep inside of her and make her my own forever. I pulled her closer to me, savoring the feeling of the woman I loved in her arms. After a lifetime of seeing each other almost every day and sharing a million innocent and happy memories together, suddenly getting just a few more minutes alone with my cousin seemed like the promise of heaven. But I couldn’t let myself get her pregnant. She would let me, but I couldn’t do that to her. We had to go back to the van now, while we still had the willpower to stop this.



“I love you, Heather,” I breathed quietly into her ear. I couldn’t resist kissing her soft lips again. I doubt that I could ever get tired of kissing her lips. “But everyone else is waiting on us.”



“OK,” she whispered. But we still clung to each other, neither of us moving. Again, we moved to kiss one another on the lips. In soft, slow, sultry movements our moist lips moved together. My cock was straining hard against my pants as Heather’s tongue and mine slowly caressed each other, and her hand reached down and gently stroked my hardness through my pants. I raised my hips to avoid crushing her hand between us as I gasped into her mouth, and she increased the pressure of her hand against my manhood. Then I felt her fingers on the zipper of my pants as we kissed even more passionately, our saliva being freely shared as our tongues writhed together. I heard and felt my zipper being slid open, the cool air greeting the hot flesh of my cock. Then, I felt my cousin’s soft fingers gently reach inside my pants to caress the skin of my penis.



Our kisses became sloppy and animalistic as Heather freed my cock from my pants and ran her soft hand along its length. I didn’t care if it was wrong. I didn’t care if it was incest. I didn’t care that people were probably waiting on us, and I didn’t care that neither Heather nor I had any protection available to us and we weren’t in a position to raise children together at this point in our lives. The thought of pulling out of her once we began to make love was unthinkable. All that mattered at that very moment was our all-consuming need to consummate our love, to feel myself bathed by the sexual fluids of my beautiful cousin as we expressed our desire and passion for one another in the most natural way we could.



As my beloved cousin stroked my naked cock in her warm, soft hand, I had two choices. I could end this now and protect both of our futures, or I could reach for the button of her pants. Once her pants were unfastened, I had no doubt what she and I would do together, and my heart leapt into my throat as I imagined what that would be. My hand seemed to move of its own volition towards her waist, and I felt the crotch of her jeans beneath my trembling fingers as she sighed sweetly into my mouth. Even through the thick denim, I could feel the heat and humidity rise from her excited sex as my fingers fumbled with the button at the top of her jeans. Those jeans were separating my cousin and I from what we wanted most in this world at that moment, and she raised her hips to give me easier access to the button and zipper that held them on her.



I had never wanted anything more in my entire life than to make passionate love to Heather then and there, consequences be damned. And if we had a child as a result, then we would love that baby and raise it as any couple would. But I couldn’t stand the thought of her promising future going out the window. I loved her far too much.



After I broke our long kiss, I looked deep into her pleading, sparkling blue eyes. “We need to go back to the van, Heather,” I said breathlessly.



“All right,” she replied. Her voice was quiet as I sat up and tucked my manhood back into my pants As I looked into her sad eyes, I could almost see reflections of what we both wished could have happened between us there in that beautiful forest.



We held hands for a bit while walking back to the road.



“I’m glad that we did that, John. I’ve been wanting some time alone with you for the last two days, and I feel better now that you feel the same way towards me that I feel towards you. I was afraid that things between us were literally just a dream on my part.”



“I’m glad, too, Heather.” We smiled at each other, and squeezed each other’s hand.



“You know that things are never going to be the same between us,” Heather whispered. “But I hope that you know that, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you more than anyone in the world.”



“I’ll always love you, too, cuz.” I said with a grin.



Heather and I arrived back at the campsite just as everyone was finishing up a walk-through of the area to ensure that we hadn’t left any belongings or garbage behind. Satisfied that we had left our campsite the way we had found it, we hit the road.



We still had several hours of driving ahead of us. I sat in the van in the back, between Diane and Heather. As the van made its way down the road, it gently rocked back and forth. Erin was driving, and from the front of the van some quiet Christian instrumental music was playing. We had scarcely driven for an hour when Heather lay her head on my shoulder and drifted into sleep. Her soft, warm body against mine and the soothing sound of her gentle breathing soon had me nodding gently in my seat. Diane glanced over at Heather and I with drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, she rested her head upon my other shoulder. Why were we so tired? Didn’t we get enough sleep last night? And those were the last thoughts I had before I drifted into blissful unconsciousness.



I found myself with Diane and Heather in the familiar clearing, but now it was daytime outside. Brilliant yellow beams of sunlight filtered down through the green needles of the fragrant pine trees and danced upon the soft carpet of verdant grass. At the edge of the clearing, the massive trunks of pines the size of California redwoods towered up to the sky. Among the trees I saw tendrils of wild grape vines and ivy. The woods seemed full of a dense fog. Diane ventured towards the forest and stepped into the greenish-gray mist.



“Are we where I think we are?” Heather asked me with nervous excitement.



“I believe so!” I replied with a wicked grin.



Heather’s soft blue eyes met mine as her mouth curled into a wicked smile. ‘We’re dreaming again, so you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant,” she whispered quietly enough that Diana wouldn’t hear her. “at least not in real life. Here, I’m probably already carrying your child!” She smiled giddily. “And, now, nobody is waiting for us.” Looking around and seeing Diane’s back disappear into the woods, Heather kissed me.



“Holy shit, this is the thickest fog I’ve ever seen!” Diane’s voice came from the fog.



“I would not go much further, if I were you,” came a deep baritone voice from nearby. “Diana, would you mind if I led you back to your friends?” I turned and saw the muscular, white-bearded form of Acratophorus gently leading Diana out of the woods by her hand. “In this world, you really can fall off of the edge of the planet into oblivion. Oh, don’t look so alarmed. You’re native to a different reality, and would simply awaken back in the van if that happened.”



“Who are you, and where is this place?” Diana asked him.



“Forgive me,” the god said with a dramatic bow to the ladies. “My name is Acratophorus, the Giver of Unmixed wine. You might have heard me referred to as Dionysus? Bacchus? Yes, I can see that you’ve heard those names before. Regardless of what you call me, I’m the god of wine and revelry. Never mind. I’m a god that hardly anyone worships anymore, despite the fact that your culture would be well-suited for it. There are mortal musicians that have been dead for several generations and still have more followers than I do, and there are far more people that have heard of the latest celebrity gossip in your world than have heard of me.” He said the words with a merry twinkle in his eye and a good-natured chuckle at his own self-deprecation. “It’s nice to meet you, Heather. Anyone beloved of my friend John is dear to me as well. And it’s a pleasure to meet John’s other best friend as well, Diana. That’s a lovely name, by the way. That’s what the Romans called one of my half-sisters. She always preferred being called Artemis, but I think that Diana sounds much prettier.”



“And this place? You should ask the local deity that I put in charge here what he wants to call it.” Acratophorus gestured towards me. “I made this little reality just for John, and here he has powers second only to mine, which effectively makes him the ruling god of this world since I have no intention of doing much with it. He can will things into and out of existence and do whatever he likes here, in exchange for a few tiny favors that I need him to do for me some time soon. This place is his, and the reason it’s so small is because he hasn’t yet had the opportunity to add on to it. As the god of this world, he can construct it in whatever manner pleases him. In just a moment, I’ll leave you all alone to go explore… anything here that needs exploring, I suppose. But first, may I please talk to John in private for a moment? Here, John, follow me into the woods, but first I would like for you to think of a bench beside the ladies here. Any kind of bench. Get a picture in your mind of what you want. Yes, what you’re visualizing will work wonderfully. Don’t look so surprised that I can see what you’re thinking, I’m a god! You know that. Now, just will the bench to exist.”



Diana and Heather looked on in amazement as the silhouette of the bench that I had been visualizing appeared on the ground near them like shimmering, sparkling liquid gold. I gasped along with Diana and Heather as the ornately carved marble bench I had been visualizing appeared precisely where I had imagined it!



“Good, God, John! How the fuck did you do that?” Diana exclaimed gleefully.



I was just as surprised as the ladies and I looked behind myself and shrugged to my friend as Acratophorus took me by the elbow and led me off into the mist of the woods. We wandered through the ancient pine trees as the swirling gray-green mist closed thicker around us. Soon I could hardly see anything more than a foot away from myself.



“Yes, this should be far enough.” Acratophorus stopped. Here, half-obscured by the mysterious fog, the ancient god regarded me gravely as he appeared to mysteriously float in nothingness. It reminded me of the primeval chaos of some ancient pagan creation story. “John, may I borrow your pocketknife for a moment?”



I gave him a questioning look, but seeing that no explanation appeared to be forthcoming I whipped out the large folding lock-blade that I had carried since I had been in the Army, and I flicked the long, meticulously-honed blade open as I handed it to him. He took it from me and held it in both hands for a long moment, looking intently at the blade and murmuring quietly in some strange foreign tongue. He most certainly wasn’t speaking in English, and I doubted that he was even speaking in ancient Greek. For a moment the blade glowed a bright, yellowish white that seemed to radiate a rainbow-like aura through the mist around it like sunlight shining thorough a prism. As I watched in surprise and confusion, my knife gradually returned to its original appearance.



Acratophorus tested the edge with his thumb. “You certainly do like to keep a blade sharp. I haven’t held a knife with an edge like this in quite some time.” I smiled at the compliment. “Be careful with this thing,” he admonished as he deftly flipped it into the air and caught it by the flat of the blade, handing it back to me. “Consider this the first of several treasures that I’ll bless you with. Among other things, the blade can’t break or get dull, here or anywhere else. You’ll find that your knife now has other magical properties as well, but I’m afraid that I can’t tell you about them at this point without the risk of causing both of us a great deal of trouble. I wish that I could tell you more, but I hope that you will come to understand everything soon. I can tell you to take good care of this knife and keep it close to you, because you’re going to be doing a lot of good with it very soon. In particular, I can think of a few souls that have been suffering in darkness for a long time that are counting on you to help them, and your friends will need you as well.”



The muscular old god looked at me grimly as he clapped me on the shoulder. His manner reminded me of some of my old Army buddies before dangerous missions. Some of them had clapped me on the shoulder just like the ancient god just did before we loaded into our vehicles and headed out. And some of those brave young men were now resting in military cemeteries. Taking me by the shoulder, Acratophorus led me back from the misty forest and into the sunlit clearing.



“I wish that I could stay and chat for a bit longer, because there’s a lot that I do need to tell you and soon, but I am desperately needed elsewhere if my plans are to succeed. After centuries of boredom, I’ve suddenly found myself without a moment to spare. Well, I’ll leave you, your friend, and your cousin in peace. Take all the time you want. Erin won’t stop to refuel the van for another three hours, and the rest of your friends will be content to allow you and the ladies to sleep.”



Diane and Heather both looked at Acratophorus as though they were about to ask him questions or say something when he began fading from sight. With a smile like the Cheshire Cat, Acratophorus disappeared into nothingness.



My friends looked at where the ancient god had stood and gaped at the empty space where he had stood only seconds before.



After a long moment of silence, Diane spoke rapidly to me in her excitement. “So, that guy is some ancient Greek god, and he gave you the powers of a god as well? What the fuck, buddy? You became a god in an alternate reality and didn’t think that this was something that you should mention to your best friend? I shouldn’t have to save up my beer money when you should be able to turn water into wine, right?” She chuckled gleefully. “So you just created this bench by willing it into existence, and that guy says that you can actually build an entire world just like that?”



“Well, Diane, how do you propose that I should have started a conversation with you on the whole ‘I’m a god in another world but here it’s all I can do to keep my car running’ thing?”



Diane and Heather both laughed. “You know that I’m just messing with you, buddy!” Diane said.



“I suppose that I did make the bench there,” I said thoughtfully, “but I’ve never willed a world into existence before. I would kind of like to put some thought into exactly what I would like to add on to this place before I do too much,” I replied.



“As far a what to create, maybe a pretty little woodland stream with a cozy little cabin beside it?” Heather suggested. “Kind of like that painting that I’ve got hanging up in my room? Please? Think of it as a gift to me, and practice for whatever you feel like adding on later. And I wouldn’t stress too much about the pressure of creating your own little world. I’m pretty sure we’re all dreaming, which means that momentous decisions aren’t something to worry much about. Plus, if you really are the ruling god of this place, then if you screw something up too badly I’m sure you’ll be able to fix it, right?”



Diane chuckled. “While you’re making the land, just remember to keep the volcanoes and earthquake-ridden fault zones to a minimum. When you’re working on the flora and fauna, go light on things like mosquitoes and poison-ivy. And if things get too badly out of hand, remember that there isn’t much that a nice cataclysmic flood can’t fix. So, Heather, you really think we’re all dreaming? I’ve never been in a dream that felt this real before! Everything around us looks, sounds, feels, and smells real to me, and we wouldn’t really all be able to share a dream together, would we?” Diane walked over to Heather. “Can I pinch you?” she asked her playfully.



Heather never responded to the question, because we were interrupted by a brilliant flash of golden light that exploded from the woods. Old habits die hard, and both Diane and I dropped into low crouches at the sudden brightness. You can know on an intellectual level that you’re in a safe pace, but it’s hard for anyone that has been a veteran of close combat to ever truly feel safe again. Only Heather stood to feel the refreshing rush of warm air that flowed over us from the beautiful forest. There before us, we could see that the mist had receded from the woods. And, through the trees, just as I had envisioned it, was a merrily bubbling stream and a picturesque little stone cabin that was weathered and moss-covered as though it had been there for centuries. Diane and I followed Heather as she ran giddily towards the cabin. I couldn’t help but watch her perfect butt bounce as she ran and remember our interactions from that morning.



Heather pulled the weathered oaken door open into a cozy single room with a large bed in one corner, not far from a large old-fashioned stone fireplace that had a crackling fire burning merrily in it. A small oil lamp flickered on the wooden table at the edge of the room. Herbs were drying in bunches that hung down from nails in the rafters, lending a fragrant smell to the room. I walked into the cozy, dimly lit space.



“Well, welcome home, cousin!” I said with a smile, hoping to distract myself from my wicked thoughts. Here I was, with god-like powers and in the company of two beautiful women, both of whom I cared about deeply and both of whom cared deeply about me. I wouldn’t use my powers to seduce them. But what if not using my powers to seduce them involved not visualizing what it would be like to make love to them or wishing for it? That would be easier said than done under any circumstances. And deliberate efforts to not think about seducing them had roughly the same effect as the old joke about “Try not to think about a pink elephant.”.

“It’s perfect!” Heather exclaimed gleefully as she admired the cabin. “Thanks, John!”



Diane gave Heather and I a funny look as Heather pulled me into a full kiss on the lips and I returned it, but my best friend was too polite to say anything.



“So,” Diane began, “This really is a dream, right?”



“Well, kind of,” I replied.



“And I’m dreaming it, right?” Diane said, staring at me.



“I suppose that all three of us are dreaming right now.” I said.



“Sure,” Diane said dismissively as she flopped back on the bed, her eyes squinted shut and her forehead knit as though she were trying to reason through a difficult problem in her head. “Well, I’m having the most realistic dream I’ve ever had before. I hope that neither of you mind if I’m going to try to change the content of the dream a bit.”



Both Heather and I laughed at the intense concentration that was written on Diane’s face. It was anyone’s guess what she was trying to do, but nobody could fault her for lack of effort.



“Diane, I don’t think that’s going to work for you. Listen, buddy. I just made the cabin for Heather. Why don’t you tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen for you?” I offered.



“Fine,” said Diana in a frustrated tone as she opened her eyes. “If this is going to be the most realistic dream I’ve ever had, then I would like for this to be a dream with some sex in it. I haven’t gotten laid in ages, and ever since I made out with you last night I’ve been hornier than a dog in heat! If I can’t fuck you in real life, then you had best fuck the living shit out of me here in this dream so that I can at least have something to think about the next chance I get to masturbate.”



So much for not visualizing sex and wishing for it. But I took some relief from the fact that the ladies seemed interested in sex even outside of this reality, and Diana brought up the topic here.



“You know,” Heather offered thoughtfully, “I’ve been thinking just about the same thing.”



“But the only guy here is your cousin! Don’t you think that you’ll feel kind of weird when you wake up if you let yourself dream about sex with him? Run on and leave the two of us alone,” Diana pleaded.



“I’m in love with him, and he feels the same way about me Doesn’t it make sense? You know how much John and I have always meant to each other. And in regards to feeling weird after dreaming about sex with each other, John and I have had sex dreams before where we didn’t just have sex, he actually got me pregnant, at least in this reality. And when we woke up, not only did we not feel weird about it, it actually led to John and I making out in real life this morning. And I just about got him to do it with me while we were awake.”



Diana looked at us both with wide eyes. “Dude, you were making out with your own cousin?” she said in shock.



There was no sense in hiding what had happened from my best friend. And if Heather and I were in love, it was only a matter of time before we had to tell everyone. “Yes, Diana. That’s what our little walk was about. She’s right. We were making out.”



Diana grinned at us. “Now I know I’m dreaming.” She squirmed on the bed as she contemplated the notion. “You know, that’s actually kind of hot!” she said with a wicked, wide-eyed, excited smile.



“I’m in love with him, Diana,” Heather repeated quietly. “Whether we’re cousins or not, I’m in love with him.”



Diane was silent for a long moment. “You know that I’m in love with him too, right?”



Heather didn’t answer.



“Since this is all just a dream anyway, can we share him?” asked Diana pleadingly. The moment seemed filled with quiet tension.



“Ladies, don’t I get a say in this?” I asked.



“NO!” they replied suddenly in laughing unison as they rolled over, pinning me to the bed from either side. It was as though my question had magically dispelled the tension in the air.



“You and I are going to finish what we started last night!” Diana whispered hotly into my ear as she kissed the right side of my face and climbed on top of me, grinding the crotch of her blue jeans against my hard cock through my pants. “I’m on the pill, so there’s nothing to worry about, and we’ve both waited way too long for this!”



I saw Heather stand up and fold her thick glasses, placing them on the rustic wooden table. I watched, mesmerized, as she pulled her pink sweater and white t-shirt over her head to reveal the soft flesh of her pale torso. She was beautiful in a rubensque, curvy manner that unmistakably marked her as a woman among women. She smirked at Diane with a cocky grin. “You’re not going to finish what you started with him last night as long as you’ve got your pants on!” Heather said cheekily as she unzipped her blue jeans and slid them off of her smooth, shapely legs. Wearing only her socks, bra, and panties, she climbed back onto the bed and kissed me hotly, her sweet wet tongue in my mouth. This wasn’t a mere kiss between cousins. This was a kiss between two people that had loved each other for a lifetime and were taking that pure, beautiful love that they already had to a sublime next level. “Besides, Diane, I’ve literally known him since we were babies together, and so I’ve waited a lot longer for this than you have. And I’m NOT on the pill, and I’m probably already pregnant with his child, at least in this little alternate reality we’re in!”



I felt more than saw Diane stand up, and heard the sounds of clothing being shed. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled, and felt Diane pull my pants off. “Fine, Heather. You fuck him first. I’ll watch him fuck his cousin before he fucks me. But after you’re done with him, it’s my turn.”



Heather and I broke our kiss just long enough for me to shed my shirt. I was immediately aware of the warm softness of her feminine belly pressing against my abdomen, and the cool, smooth texture of her satin bra pressing against my chest. Reaching behind Heather, I unfastened her bra with one hand. With the other, I reached down, feeling the supple curves of her ample buttocks through her soft cotton panties as she gasped into my mouth. I pulled her bra off, freeing her soft breasts. She sighed, a musical, high-pitched “Oh!” as I rolled her over and sucked one of her pink nipples into my mouth as my rock-hard cock ground against the crotch of her panties.



Heather rolled over, pulling me on top of her. Our mouths moved together, kissing with intense heat and passion, as my hand moved across the warm softness of her breasts, down the soft skin of her adorably chubby belly, down under the waist of her panties, and into the treasure that rested between her legs. She moaned into my mouth as I felt the moist lips of her vagina part to accept my touch to her most intimate region. Everything about my cousin’s pussy was delicious heat, wetness, and sweetness. Everything about her body was delightful warmth and softness. Our mouths were moving intently together as she ground her slippery pussy against my hand.



Suddenly, Heather and I were startled to feel her panties jerked down her legs. “If you’re going to finger your cousin in front of me, you should at least let me see it!” Diane whispered hotly as she pulled the soft cotton panties off of Heather, revealing the heart-shaped nest of curly dark-blonde hair that surrounded her genitals. “You know, I’ve always known that you and Heather were close, but somehow if you were fucking a cousin I would have expected it to be Sarah. Heather just seems too sweet and quiet to do something like that.”



“I had sex with Sarah last night,” I said with a grin in between kisses with Heather as my fingers moved inside of my cousin’s slick pussy.



“So, John, how did your best friend end up being the only one around that wasn’t getting some hard dick? Do you have any idea how horny I’ve been lately?” Diane asked with mock-annoyance.



I looked over at Diane. My beautiful best friend stood near the bed, completely nude. Her curvy, shapely body was a perfect combination of soft femininity and sturdy athleticism, and she was exquisitely beautiful. Her flawless white skin was delicately enhanced with beautiful, artistically executed tattoos that complemented her natural beauty. She smiled at me as she tossed Heather’s panties into a corner. “Like what you see, John?” She said in a boldly husky voice. She ran her hand down to the dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair that framed the moist slit between her legs. “Good. Because our days of being just friends are over. Today, you’re going to find out everything you’ve always wanted to know about your best friend’s pussy. How does that make you feel?”



I couldn’t answer, and I doubted that Diane really wanted or needed me to. The kisses between Heather and I were feverish, our hands frantically taking in every square inch of our lover’s body. It took every bit of my self control not to remove the fingers that my sweet cousin had welcomed into her body, and replace them with my rock-hard cock. “Let me kiss you between your legs, Heather.” I whispered breathlessly.



She nodded her assent, and soon I found myself between her wide feminine hips, my head between the supple flesh of her soft thighs as I eagerly lapped the honey from her moist slit. Her unruly pubic hair gently tickled my face, and I inhaled delightful lungfuls of Heather’s sweet musk. Her scent intoxicated me with arousal as I buried my face in the wet deliciousness of her nether region. She had been so wet that her pubic hair had cool beads of moisture that I felt against my nose and lips as I licked and sucked at her heavenly pussy. I delighted in the delicate aroma of my own cousin’s most intimate parts as I held her tender petals open, sometimes running my tongue up and down the insides of her moist pink slit, sometimes driving my tongue as deep as I could inside of her birth canal. Her sultry gasps and moans rewarded my efforts, urging me to please my oldest and dearest companion however I could. I carefully lubricated a finger with her sweet fluids, and reached inside of her, exulting in the feeling of the ridged texture of her inner body. I curled my finger upward inside of her, feeling a slightly rough patch of flesh on the top of her vaginal wall, and applied gently pressure downwards towards her pubic bone as I carefully licked and sucked at her vaginal opening and clitoris. Reaching around with my other hand, I gently traced a finger around the bottom of her clitoris, lightly massaging her perineum.



A thousand memories from the life that we had shared since birth flashed through my mind, reminding me of how much I had shared with Heather over the years and how much I loved her. My tongue traced delicate circles under the hood of her erect clitoris, lightly flicking her glistening pink nub while my fingers worked on her, inside and out. Her gasps were becoming increasingly frantic. “Oh my God!” she yelled as I went for broke and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, massaging it in a circular motion with the rough top of my tongue. “Ok!” She gasped as she came hard, her body wracked by convulsions and her hand tapping my shoulder as though she couldn’t take any more.



There is something so beautiful that it’s almost magical about the vaginal fluids of a fertile woman. Her natural nectar becomes thicker, richer. It is delightfully slick, like clear melted butter, but with the delicate muskiness of fine wine. It is rich with her natural pheromones, which can melt the hearts and resolve of even the strongest men. A scent that whispers of something safe, natural, nurturing, beautiful, and supremely desirable. As Heather’s fluids bathed my tongue and her scent filled my lungs, I had never before felt such love and infatuation for any woman, or such need to claim her and be claimed by her.



As I gave my cousin’s sensitive clit a break, I felt a hand wrap around my cock, and then I was shocked by a delicious, hot wetness that I felt engulf my manhood. Looking down, I saw that Diana was lying on her back with her head between my legs, sucking my hard cock deep into her throat. Her legs were spread and I could tell that her free hand was working frantically to please her sopping pussy. Diane’s eyes were closed as her mouth moved over my rigid cock.



“Are you ready to go again?” I asked Heather as best as I could as Diane expertly sucked my engorged manhood. Heather nodded, and again I buried my face between her legs. I was sexually excited beyond what I had once believed was humanly possible, and based upon the amount of sweet nectar that greeted me between my cousin’s legs I wasn’t the only one that was experiencing unusual levels of arousal.



I ate her pussy like a man that had been dying of thirst drinking the clear, sweet water of a desert oasis, delicately tracing my tongue over and around the hood of her clitoris. I lapped and sucked between her legs, drinking her precious life-giving nectar, and delighting in the warm slickness of her sweet vagina, the tickle of her pubic hair against my face, and the texture of her swollen labia against my tongue. Her musk drove me mad with unspeakable desire. I needed to mate with this beautiful woman that I loved so much and that I had been blessed to have as a cousin. As these thoughts burned in my mind, I felt my best friend’s mouth moving expertly along my manhood. My body was trembling, and I willed myself not to ejaculate deep into Diane’s throat as as I licked my cousin’s most intimate parts. I couldn’t cum. Not yet.



Reaching beneath Heather, I felt the smooth pink skin between her pussy and the delicately puckered rosebud of her anus. I continued to eat her pussy as I gently traced a finger along the accessible portion of her butt crack, ever so gently running a finger around the outside of her forbidden hole as she thrust her pussy up at me. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, cousin, I love you!” she shrieked. I felt her clenching my hand between the perfect softness of her glorious, milky-white butt-cheeks as she unleashed an unintelligible cry of ecstasy and came again in my mouth, blessing me with even more of her sweet fluid. I exulted in the taste of a woman that, if she was not already bearing my child in this world, would be doing so very soon.



I couldn’t wait any longer to make love to my cousin. I hated to wipe the fluids from my mouth because they had come from Heather, but I knew that she would appreciate my kisses more if I did. I wiped my own mouth with a blanket, and then pulled my cock from Diane’s mouth and positioned myself between Heather’s legs. She nodded at me eagerly. My cock was soaked by Diane’s saliva, and Heather was wetter than any woman I had ever seen before. With one gentle push, I was sheathed entirely in the slick, moist depths of her warm, tight, unprotected pussy. We both let out a gasp of relief as we received what our bodies so desperately craved.



“That’s it, John!” Diana said with wild, excited eyes as she turned to watch Heather and I, my best friend’s fingers working frantically between her legs. “Fuck your cousin! Fuck your own cousin without any protection and cum inside of her!”



The cabin was filled with the wet sounds of frantic copulation between my cousin and I. Heather and I mated, our mouths meeting together wetly in deep, passionate kisses, the soft plumpness of her ample belly making slapping sounds as my abdomen met it again and again. I felt the slick tightness of her vaginal walls clench possessively around my manhood even as I claimed her insides with deep thrusts. At that moment, Heather and I belonged to one another completely. “Oh, cousin!” Heather cried out. “Oh, cousin, I love you so much! Please, cum inside of me! I want you to make certain that I’m pregnant! Plant your love deep within me until my belly swells with our child! Oh, please, make me a mother! Oh, pleeeease… aaaaah!” She never finished the sentence. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I felt the slick walls of her drenched birth canal clench hard around my cock. Heather cried aloud as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Her fingers tightened across my back and her soft legs clenched with all of her strength to pull me as deep into her trembling core as I could get. I could feel the tip of my hard penis pressed against her cervix, and knew that I was feeling her anatomical holy of holies, the most intimate part of her most intimate parts. Here was the entrance to her womb, the opening into the sacred chamber where the child that we would create together would grow. The slit at the head of my cock was sealed tightly against the natural portal that led from my cousin’s vagina, through her cervix, and deep into her womb. If she wasn’t already pregnant, just beyond that womb my sperm would find a ripe egg traveling down her fallopian tubes, and my cousin and I would be bonded together eternally as parents. As my beloved cousin’s screams of inarticulate pleasure resounded within the cabin, I felt a hand lovingly and gently caress my testicles from behind.



“Cum inside of Heather, John. Make sure you’ve gotten your own cousin pregnant! God, I can’t believe I get to watch this!” Diane whispered hotly as fingers that were slick with her own glistening moisture worked frantically between her shapely legs.



I felt like I was experiencing the creation of the universe. I felt my entire existence compressed into a singularity; all that existed was the act of fertilizing my beloved cousin’s precious womb. And then that singularity exploded. “I love you, Heather! Yes, please let me be the father of your child! Please, cousin, have my baby!” I cried out as I felt the contractions begin within my own body, and I groaned with unspeakable pleasure as an ecstatic electricity filled my brain and washed over my entire body. Spurt after powerful liquid spurt erupted from my body deep into the fertile core of my cousin’s drenched insides. I could almost feel her womb drinking my semen, sucking every drop that I could provide for the sacred purpose of creating life within her. Our orgasm seemed to last for ages, an all-consuming, mind-blowing experience that would be impossible to describe to anyone but the two of us who shared it.



Afterwords, I lay there, still sheathed deep inside of my cousin’s hot, slick birth canal, and still rock-hard. My penis was still occasionally pulsing as my cousin and I continued to share our life-giving gifts with one another. “I love you, Heather,” I whispered softly. Just a few weeks ago, I had known that Heather was the dearest human being in the world to me, but I had never taken even a moment to contemplate what it would be like to have her as a lover. Now that I knew what it was like to completely give my heart to someone that I trusted and loved completely, I couldn’t imagine ever not having Heather as both my cousin and my lover. Perhaps even some day my wife and the mother of my children in the real world as well, no matter what anyone said about it.



“I love you, too.” Heather whispered dreamily. She smiled beatifically as she lay beneath me, her pretty round face bathed in post-orgasmic bliss. “God, I feel so… I feel so complete! John, this is just so perfect!” she said as she kissed me. “But for now, you’ve got someone else waiting on you.”



“You’re sure you don’t mind?” I asked Heather with some surprise. I didn’t expect to have the energy to even move after an orgasm like that, but I recovered more quickly than I ever would have thought possible. I suppose that being a minor deity in an alternate reality has its perks.



“I don’t mind!” Heather said. “She’s your best friend, and a deal’s a deal. I got to make love to you first, and now it’s her turn.”



I groaned painfully as I eased my sensitive cock from my cousin’s slippery tunnel, and couldn’t resist kissing Heather’s soft lips again as I saw our mixed fluids trickling gently out of the sacred folds at the center of her vulva. I considered the implications of those warm, slippery fluids flowing together so freely. Our mixed fluids seemed to symbolize our merged hearts, and I felt hesitant to give myself to anyone but my cousin.

So, I was standing there looking at her. I was not sure what to do but I felt the intense urge to follow her rules, mainly because it meant I could get another release.



“So… I just, I just take my pants off and… I mean, right here?”



“Yes, and we’ll do this right. Walk back to the entrance, walk out and ring the bell.”



She followed me to the door, “Now out with you, I will close the door and you knock. Let’s do this how it will be in the future. You will not see me or hear me but you should know, I only open the door IF you have removed your pants. Simple as that.”



She closed the door before I could say anything. What am I doing here?? And even worse, why am I deciding with myself whether I should remove my pants? 4 pm in a hallway where basically anyone could come along. It was dead silent. So I thought but after the door closed I could pick up random noises from all the other apartments. TV noise, people talking somewhere, the typical stuff you’d hear where people live. NOT the place where anyone would undress… Fine, she said only pants, that somehow calmed me down and besides, I really, really wanted to get back in. The though of her monitoring me… Oh, who cares, I blamed it on sex drive and being male so I knocked and undressed…



The door did open, “Come on in.” I followed her and we walked right back where we were before. “You would usually place all the shopping things in the kitchen and place them where they belong. Don’t ask me, search and find it. If you feel that your excitement is going down, you need to come and see me. Explain your situation and ask me to help you with that.”



Ok, I guess the milking thing was an exception, now it was the ‘excitement thing’ and not an erection or boner. I didn’t care and my excitement was beyond excited.



“I see there is no problem there. Fine. Now go to the milking station I showed you before,” pointing her finger at the small table with a metal bowl on top.



I kneeled in front of it, oh boy was I excited. First time naked in front of her, it felt like I didn’t even need to touch my dick. One more word from her and I would have erupted.



“Very simple, you do it very, very slowly. This is not a sex table, this is to get all of it out. If you walk back home, I want your pants to be without a tent until tomorrow. Remember what I said, you feel it coming out, you move your hands on your head and you let it all out for me.”



I looked at her, “But it will not come out then? I mean, that’s why you manipulate it, no?” I sort of copied her and did not say jerk off or rub it or cum…



“It will. You will not have an orgasm but it will come out and that’s what I want to see. If you do it right and if you behave yourself, you may earn things such as a proper orgasm. Keep in mind, you will be healthy if everything is drained, an orgasm is not a requirement.”



What? Damn… That sounded like the first time I made out with a girl, no touching and I came in my pants. Oh well, that was fun too, never not touched it during an orgasm but I so wanted to do what she said. I started to stroke my cock. I remembered her words, very slowly. It was mindblowing, every movement up or down was like a small climax. She grabbed a chair and sat right in front of me. I looked up, I could see her cleavage and maybe even more than I ever saw before.



“You will ask in the future but since you are trying so hard to follow my rules, I will allow it this time. See it as your first award. You may look at my breasts through my shirt to properly drain yourself. Yes, very slowly, rub it very slowly… Stop! Show it to me.”



I removed my hands and pointed my dick directly at her. “Very nice. I see you are on your way. There seems to be a drop coming out. Take it off with your finger, I don’t want it to end up on the floor. What does it taste like?”



I looked down, saw the drop of precum glistening on my head… I was supposed to tell her what it tastes? I moaned and to this day I still don’t know why. Maybe it was because she ordered something and I wanted to follow. In my current state, that’s all I wanted. I stuck my finger in my mouth. “Salty…mmhh….”



“Very good. It is very, very good that you didn’t mind. I was already starting to worry that you won’t like it.”



I ignored that and continued. My breathing became heavier. “Slow down a bit. We want to give enough time for your system to be ready.” Again, no clue what she meant, I looked at my glistening cock being slowly masturbated by my right hand and then at her breasts again. Even though I could see much more than a bit of cleavage, I was in heaven. I so wanted to touch them, taste them… My mouth opened, partially because I had to breathe heavier but also because I pictured myself licking them…



I started to moan heavier, I was getting close. “Remember, hands off and on the top of your head.” She rubbed my back and continued to encourage me. “Yes, that’s it, prepare yourself, let it all out, don’t disappoint me…” She has moved closer to stroke my back and I could smell her, see her cleavage even closer… That was more than I could handle.



“Ohhh… I… I… I am… ohhhuhhhh…”



“One more, come one, one more, I can see it, you are so close to pull away and let it all out…”



“Uhhhh… ohhh gaaawwwdd….”. I yanked my hand away, she grabbed them and placed them on my head, her hand was now massaging my buttocks, we both looked down… I saw my cock twitch a bit, then stop and while it was hanging above the bowl I felt an orgasm coming, I moaned.



She held me in position, both her hands on my butt, she guided my dick above the bowl while I was moaning and shacking… “Yes, that’s it, let it all out for me… goood boy….”. I felt my cum slowly coming out, I saw the first glob oozing out, my cock twitched uncontrollably one last time, a huge wad landed next to the bowl but it remained still then and it looked like a water faucet slowly running cum…



She was now next to my ear, whispering, “Yes, good boy, let it all out for me, drain yourself…”



I fell backwards and was done. But frustrated beyond believe. It could have been the orgasm of my life but no, it just oozed out.



“See, that was very healthy for you. BUT, I told you, no mess. Look at that!”



She was right, the first twitch did send cum next to the bowl. Why a bowl anyway? What happened to good old tissues?



“Very simple, I would have allowed a regular release because you did so well until that happened. But that is not going to happen. And because you wasted so much of it, we need to make up for it. Lick it all up. By tomorrow it will be back in your system and we can have another try.”



What? Where was she in sex ed? Lick it up (yuck!) because it will be back in my system (huh?). Clearly, a yuck and a huh did not make me want to eat my cum or even lick it up. She apparently saw that on my face.



“You know I will not allow any other release until you have done that. And the bonus and rewards I have mentioned will also not happen. Think of the things you want to have as a reward. Think of them! And think how you will not be allowed to experience them.”



And yes, I was picturing them… Touching her breasts, going down on her, rimming, wow, I was almost insulted by my own perverted thoughts but she was driving me crazy.



“Yes, that’s it, you know you want to please me, you know you want to do whatever it is I want from you.”



She was right… I got back on my knees and leaned forward…

“I’m sorry, honey, the doctor said I can’t have any sex until my back is better.”



“Maybe in a week or so I’ll feel well enough to do something for you, but probably not fucking.”



“Because I’ve gained more than a hundred pounds since my back started hurting, the physical therapist says I need to burn lots of calories even though I’m stuck in bed.”



“He said one good way would be to have lots and lots of orgasms because they take a lot of energy but I can do it while mostly holding still.”



“You’ll help me, won’t you darling?”



“I’m going to need a lot of help because the pain pills make it hard for me to get off.”



“The pharmacist said they sometimes also make people speak their mind and say surprising things, so you’ll have to forgive me if I say anything rude.”



“You’re so understanding.”



“Why don’t we start with your tongue, you always like that.”



“Oh, good, that’s very good.”



“Yes, keep going like that.”



“It is taking a little longer than usual, but it feels amazing. You’re fantastic. Don’t stop.”



(1)”God, that was great! Thanks for sticking with me. I’m sure your tongue must be a bit sore.”



“Take a break and go make us some lunch.”



“Do you think your tongue has recovered enough to go again? Well let’s give it a try anyway.”



“Oh, it feels plenty strong.”



“Oh keep going, keep going, just another few minutes.”



“So close. Don’t stop! I love you! I love you! I love your tongue!”



(2)”Ok, it was more than a few minutes, but you did great.”



“Get us some ice water and bring me the pan, I have to pee.”



“Ok, take it away and wipe me off, please.”



“Let’s give that sweet tongue a rest again. Bring me a vibrator, ok? The really buzzy one.”



“Oh, that’s good. I can’t reach around my tummy to hold it there without bending my back. You hold it.”



“A little higher, no lower, now left. Right there. Oh shit. Mmmm.”



“Damnit you moved it! Put it back. Higher. Now hold still! That’s the spot…”



“Stop moving it you idiot! Put it back.”



(3)”That’s it. That’s it. Gnhhh! Hmmm. That got it.”



“Sorry I yelled at you. Just be more careful, ok? It is hard enough to come already without you always screwing up making it harder.”



“Speaking of hard, look at you poor little cock.”



“I mean, not too little, bigger than usual anyway and all drippy. That is pretty hot.”



“I know the doctor said no, but let’s try fucking really really gently. Can you do that? I’d love a stiff one inside me right now.”



“Yeah. That is great. Slow. Slow. You liking that? I bet.”



“Are you close? You are?”



“I can’t wait to feel you pump all your come in me.”



“OH! OW! Stop! Get off! Oh, my back!”



“I’m sorry, sweety, we can’t do that, it hurts me too much.”



“Wow, you look so sad. I’m sorry. It must be tough to get so close and have to back off.”



“Ha! I know just how tough after all the times you got me all wound up just to blow it before you even got far enough in for me to feel anything.”



“Anyway, if you’re good I’ll be sure you get off after I get my ten orgasms today.”



“Yeah the therapist said I should get at least ten.”



“I still want that fucking. Let’s pretend it’s you, so get me that dildo that is just like your cock. You know, the little one.”



“I know I always say you’re big, but I never expected you to believe me over your own eyes, I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”



“Damnit, shut up and get that rubber dick in me, you baby!”



“Fast. And hard. Mmm. Yes. Fuck me.”



“That’s so good. When was the last time you fucked me this long? Ever?”



“Now, pretend it’s your own cock and say you’re about to come.”



“Yeah, come in me baby! Fill my pussy with all your come. Tell me you’re coming.”



(4)”Uhhh! Fuck. That’s good don’t stop, it’s rolling.”



“Yeah, I guess I did move about the same amount when I was fucking the dildo as when I was fucking you.”



“You know what, that’s just too fucking bad. Now go rinse that dildo off.”



“Bring a warm cloth to clean my pussy up a little. I guess I get just as sloppy from coming even when you don’t add your little load.”



“Oh, you know, never mind the rag, just go down and lick me clean yourself. And pretend there’s lots of come leaking out like when the porn stars come.”



“Clean me all up and swallow all that juice. You are so hot today.”



“Did I tell you that one of my exes used to just shoot huge puddles of come and they’d practically gush out of my pussy? Well a few of them came like that actually.”



“I think you’ve got the smallest spurts of any guy I dated since high school.”



“I’m not sorry. It’s the truth.”



“My God, you’re whining again. I can usually bite my tongue when you act like a whiny little bitch, but I guess this medicine.”



“Now, shut up and keep licking and slide that dildo back in while you lick. uh-huh.”



“Just slide it a little while you do your job on my clit.”



“Not much longer. Don’t whine! You can do it, then I’ll give you a break.”



(5)”Suck, lick, suck, hum, lick, lick, lick, lick faster, faster, fast uhhhhh.”



“Did I crush your ears a little? You look like you’ll be ok.”



“Shit I have to pee. You didn’t empty the pan? Idiot. Fuck, I really have to go.”



“Damnit, get your mouth in there and drink it then. Shut up! You shouldn’t have forgotten to empty the pan!”



“Now! I really have to go!”



“Aahh. Oh my god, that is so hot. Drink it all up. You are totally my bitch now.”



“This really is getting me hot again, baby. You complained, but now you’re sucking at me like you hope to nurse some more out. And your cock is throbbing! You’d better say thank you.”



“Hahaha! You’re welcome. I guess I won’t need that pan as much now, huh?”



“That was so surprising and so nasty. I’m really turned on right now.”



“So, now what?”



“You’re right, I did promise you a break. I really just meant your tongue, though.”



“Go downstairs and get us something to drink, I guess. Maybe just something for me, you just had a drink.”



“Is your tongue feeling a little better? How’s your jaw?”



“Well, ok, my clit’s a little overworked anyway. Why don’t you get out the big vibrating dildo and use that?”



“Oh, right, I never told you when I got that one. Oops, secret’s out now. It’s in the back of my workout clothes.”



“Don’t freak out. It’s not even that big! I’ve fucked guys much bigger than that.”



“C’mon, I don’t remember all their names! Stop being such a pussy and bring it over here.”



“No, you can’t use the regular lube with that one, it has that fake skin. I just usually suck it a little first, so do that.”



“Oh, come on. I’m getting really tired of having to say everything twice. I’m not asking you to deepthroat it.”



“That’s a good boy. And that is hot. Moan a little for me, baby.”



“Y’know, you just keep sucking that for a bit while I rub myself a little.”



“Ok, take a little bit more, it’s ok to gag just a little.”



“That’s enough for you, it’s my turn for a real big cock.”



“It’s ok, I got it. You can just watch.”



“Oh, this feels so good. I can’t believe I got by with just your little weenie for so long…”



“This is what it feels like to get really fucked.



“I’m imagining a big, muscled, sweaty guy just attacking me with is cock. Oh fuck yes!”



(6)”God, I love that thing.”



“No, honey, this is the only full sized cock I’ve fucked since we’ve been married, not that I didn’t have plenty of offers.”



“Just for laughs, hold it up next to your cock.”



“Wow! Ok, heh, sorry little guy, I didn’t even realize…”



“It’s ok, just give me some soothing licks and clean me off a bit.”



“You know what would help me go off again quicker? If there was another girl here to give me some attention instead of you and your dribbly cock.”



“You should put your teenie weenie away, by the way, it’s starting to turn me off.”



“Oh, I know! Put on a pair of my panties. Oh! and I have a negligee that I bet would make you look almost slinky. Yeah, the pink one.”



“Now what should we call you? How about Leslie? You don’t like it? Too bad, Leslie, it fits you.”



“Oh, good girl, Leslie. You look almost sexier as a girl.”



“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been missing a girl to play with, Leslie.”



“You can go ahead start making out with my pussy, you sexy girl.”



“Just pretend it’s your pussy and do what you’d want me to do…”



“Oh that’s good, Leslie. Your hands feel so soft and delicate on my body.”



“My husband could never treat me this well.”



“I don’t even want to come yet, I just want to feel your sweet, soft lips all over mine.”



“Such a delicious feeling. I could just lay here and enjoy this for hours…”



“What? Oh my God, I must have fallen asleep for a second.”



“Really? You’ve been kissing my pussy for an hour?”



“You really are a very sweet man…or a very pussywhipped one.”



“Come over here and give me a kiss.”



“Ha, I forgot you’re in the negligee! Come give me a kiss, Leslie.”



“Oh, I miss the taste of a pussy.”



“Yes, of course I’ve eaten pussy. Now stop trying to talk, I’m going to pretend your mouth is Leslie’s cunt and lick you all clean.”



“Mmm. Ok, enough of that, go back down and get some more for me to lick off. And this time, go ahead and make me come.”



“So good. So good. Leslie, I could get used to falling asleep like that and waking up like this.”



“That’s fantastic, keep going. You’re a treasure, Leslie.”



“I’m getting close…”



(7)”Oooh! Oh come kiss me again, you sweet girl.”



“I needed that. I bet your own pussy got a little wet from all that, huh?”



“Don’t look so shy. I may take advantage of my husband, but he and I both know a man like him is very lucky he ever gets to touch a woman like me.”



“But I could never let a favor like that from a wonderful, sexy woman like you go unrewarded.”



“Now, I don’t think I could go down on you, so what can I do?”



“Oh, I know! I can fuck you with my little dildo! That would be pretty hot.”



“Really? You’ve never been fucked before?”



“I can’t believe a delicate thing like you has been able to fend off all the cocks you’ve met in your whole life.”



“Plenty of guys must have looked at you and seen a pussy just begging to be fucked hard.”



“Well, I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re gonna love this, now take down those panties and get some lube.”



“Now bend over. Don’t be shy.”



“Maybe spread a little. It’s in!”



“Can you feel that little one in your tight virgin pussy?”



“Oh, your clit is just throbbing! You’ve been needing this for a long time I think.”



“Want me to go faster? Harder?”



“Go on, ask me to fuck you harder.”



“I’m not quite sure you mean it. Maybe beg a little.”



“Ok, this is getting me very turned on.”



“You take that dildo and use it on yourself while I use my vibe on mysef.”



“That’s it, Leslie! Pound it in there a little harder. Faster.”



“You keep going. Keep going. Tell me how much you love to get fucked.”



“Yeah, faster. I’m almost there. Feel my cock in your tight little pussy.”



(8)”Oh, I’m coming…take it all, bitch, I’m emptying my balls deep inside you. You love it.”



“Ok. You can stop. Stop! I don’t want you to come from this, you little slut.”



“Wow, you really got into that, honey.”



“Now you can take my lingerie off. Correction, that’s Leslie’s lingerie now.”



“So, take my girlfriend’s lingerie off this minute, you sissy!”



“And go wash your sticky butt. I must have dumped a huge load in there.”



“Ok, what can I do to you now?”



“I know! As long as you’re my bitch boy now, why don’t you stick your nose in my ass and give me some rimming?”



“Finally something I didn’t have to tell you twice. I can’t tell if you like that idea or you have just realized that you’re not allowed to disagree anymore.”



“No, don’t stop just so you can tell we which it is. I don’t give a shit as long as you do what you’re told.”



“I can’t wait to see what else I can do with you. Oh, and I’m buying that sports car I’ve been wanting. And you’re repainting the living room this weekend and…



“I’m getting close! Try tonguing my ass while I rub the button.”



“Deeper, deeper, really get in there.”



“Oh I am about to go off…not quite.”



“I wonder if I stopped diddling if you could make me come just from the asshole. I’m in no hurry, let’s try.”



“Ok, I think this might work, if you just suck a little in between the licking and thrusting…”



“Yeah, you are loving this. My asshole is your new best friend.”



“Stop a second.”



“Ok, now beg me to let you eat my ass. Keep going.”



“No. You want it too much. What will you do for me if I let you?”



“Anything at all? Really? God, you’re pathetic!”



“For starters, how about you do all the housework from now on?”



“Ok, and you will obey my every command without complaint?”



“What if I wanted to watch you suck a real man’s cock?”



“What if I wanted you to watch me get fucked hard all night by a guy with a giant one?”



“What if I wanted to watch him fuck Leslie?”



“Oh my God, I’m going to have so much fun!”



“You keep up the licking and nibbling and sucking.”



“Go on and fuck my ass with your tongue.”



“I know I’ve never let your cock in there, but I’ve taken plenty of guys in my ass.”



“Yeah, I remember once I met a guy at a bar and I was pretty drunk and he was in there before I could even complain.”



“He was big, too. Bigger than that big dildo, for sure. And he just rode me.”



“By the time he was even getting close to going off, I was coming and coming and begging him to pound hard and fast.”



“Once he sped up to finally give me his load, I couldn’t breathe from the pressure and almost passed out.”



“And now that I know what a true wimp and sissy you are I get to find studs like that again!”



“Wow, this is inspiring you! Keep going.”



“Oh, I’m going to rub myself too, I’m so close.”



(9)”I’m finally going to fuck Gary at work! Unnhh!”



“Can you believe what a great day this has been?”



“You know what I can’t believe? We’ve been married almost ten years and you never let on how pathetic you are?”



“It pisses me off, really!”



“Think of how much better my life would have been!”



“You know what, bring me your belt. Now!”



“Present your ass, jackass.”



“This is for all the times you got off before me!”



“This is for having a tiny dick!”



“This is for making me do housework!”



“This is for making me watch your tv shows.”



“This is all the guys I could have fucked!”



“Get my vibrator again. I think I can get off on this.”



“This is for not eating my pussy enough.”



“This is for never eating my ass before.”



“This is for acting jealous when guys hit on me.”



“This is for never letting me spank you before!”



“I’m going to get used to this. Does it really hurt?”



“Yeah, it does. You’re ass is getting all red.”



“Do you want me to stop?”



“Beg me to stop.”



“No, I won’t!”



(10)”My God! You just came on the floor! Ahhhhhh!”



“Wow, honey, our first simultaneous orgasm.”

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