kinky

This is a direct continuation of episode one. I recommend you read that first to gain some back story.



Be aware, this is a story about love and passion, so it’s probably not for you if you’re looking for a sex romp to get off on! That being said, it does get pretty hot! I thought it best to let you know that this entire series will contain a mix of One-on-One, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, and Anal, just in case that’s not clarified by the category the stories are in. Also, everyone is 18 or over and is completely fictional. This is my first series so please, please, PLEASE leave feedback if you could!



Thanks, and enjoy!




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I awoke to a fresh new morning, but I kept my eyes closed for the time being. Though I was facing away from the window, I could tell that the sun was shining bright, and I could hear the birds outside. My mind fluttered with happiness; I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful morning. And best of all, there was a very light breeze rolling in through the window, bringing with it fresh, crisp morning air! Hmmm. I don’t remember ever opening my window last night…



As I opened my eyes to go examine this unexpected scenario, I flailed backward in surprise as I was confronted with two big, blue eyes with a little button nose string at me point blank. As I flailed around on the bed, trying to get away from the mysterious giant face that had appeared out of nowhere, I inadvertently rolled myself right off the other side of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. At least I wasn’t hurt.



It was then that I heard the giant face laughing from on the bed, a sight I couldn’t see because I was on the floor. My mind took a split second to catch up before I too started laughing. I couldn’t help it. I laughed at what had just happened, but most of all I laughed at my own stupidity.



Holly had been waking me up in almost the exact same way since I was in the 3rd grade, about a year after I moved into the neighborhood. Every morning before school she would run into my room when it was time to wake me up at lay there on the bed, staring at me until I awoke. And every single time, every single day, I would freak out before once again realizing that it was her. When I got older, about 13, it started to annoy me how she was always there. I could never get a proper rest because she would even do it on weekends, waking me up because she wanted to go somewhere or do something, or hang out. I never did find out why she was always up so much earlier than I was. Especially on school days.



However, I had come to love the little wake up calls during my breakup with Taylor. Even though I freaked out every time without fail, Holly’s being there really made the tough times easier for me, and having her there from the beginning of the day to the end caring for me was very comforting. It’s also one of the little things that finally convinced me how in love with her I was.



During the summer break after finishing high school (before we had gone to Asia), Holly stopped waking me up in the mornings, even though she was there practically as soon as I woke up and got downstairs. It was just one of those things that since I was so in love with her, I really missed it. I don’t know what her reasoning was but all I knew is that it quite upset me, and for a while I was actually a little depressed by it. I thought that it was a sign that she definitely didn’t feel the same way I felt about us, and that she trying to… I guess, wean me off of her? But with what happened in Vietnam and where we were now, I was very grateful to have those little comforts back.



I realized I had stopped laughing and I was now just staring at the side of my bed smiling. I looked up slightly to see Holly leaning over the bed, her legs up in the air behind her. She had a quizzical smile on her face.



“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” She asked me, her head lolled to the side like the little girl that she was on the inside. Although that was hard to say considering what had happened in the hotel in Vietnam.



“You.” I replied as I smirked at her, “I missed this you know.”



Her head straightened back up and she frowned ever so slightly. “You missed what?”



“I missed you waking me up every morning. After graduation you didn’t come by any more. I would wake up to an empty bed every morning, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt.” I knew I was ruining a good moment, but the memories had made me pretty upset.



Despite my melancholy tone, Holly laughed at this, although her eyes sparkled with affection as she did so. “I’m sorry, but I thought you would have been sick of me by then. 11 years of being woken up by me and I thought you would have enjoyed the break! Besides, do you want to know the truth?”



I nodded curiously.



“I had been getting really horny really easily around then, and I didn’t trust myself to not do something stupid while I was lying there alone next to you.” The look on her face was that of a person who was telling a dirty little secret. Which in this case I would say was entirely accurate.



I felt my cock stir in my pajamas and I could see her glance down at it. She giggled lightly.



“Up you come!” She chirped, as she lowered a hand down to help me back up onto the bed. It was then I could see that she was dressed in a gorgeous, light purple summer dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, making her C-cup tits stand nicely to attention, and highlighting that voluptuous ass that turned me on so much. At the bottom the dress flared out a bit. Her hair was in a ponytail, but she still had a chunk of hair running down the left side of her face, and she had dark, white-rimmed sunglasses resting on top of her head. It occurred to me that she must have been up for a while.



“So how long have you been staring at me?” I grinned at her.



“Oh god, I’ve been up since 6. Jet lag, man…” She sighed, as she flopped down onto the bed beside me.



I looked over to the alarm clock on my bedside table. It read 7:45 am. I groaned and laid down beside her. After getting to bed after midnight last night, all I wanted was a good 10 hour sleep. We had arrived on our flight from Vietnam at around 10:30. Both of our parents were in my mom’s minivan as they came to pick us up at the airport. Of course, there were lots of hugs and kisses and greetings, and once we had loaded our luggage into the van and had gotten on our way, the conversation inevitably strayed to how our trip was.



Holly and I had discussed how we were going to broach the subject of our new relationship to our parents. When two people have been friends as long as we have it seems very strange to all of a sudden be more than that. We knew our parents would be very happy about it, but we also knew it would be a little embarrassing at first, what with all the questions and the teasing. And I bet Holly five bucks that her dad would be the first to ask if we’d had sex or not, while she disagreed saying it would be my dad.



Anyway, during the plane ride we had decided to leave the announcement ’til later in the evening, after all the questions were out of the way and the trip had been explained. However, I knew my mom at least was suspicious. I honestly didn’t know how she could have known about us before we told her, but it seemed that she did. She kept looking at me critically all the way home, but smiling if I ever caught her looking.



Once we got home at about 11:15 our family sat us all in our living room before asking us more questions. My dad popped a bottle of wine and everyone took a glass except my dad and I. We were more beer people. The questions continued until around 11:30, and Holly and I silently agreed that it was about time we told everyone about us. Just then though, my mom piped up. It would seem her curiosity got the better of her.



“Ok, you guys have been looking at each other funny all night. What’s the deal, what’s the joke? What aren’t you telling us?”



Holly and I both froze up. This was unexpected. I looked at her, at a loss of what to say, hoping that she would have an answer. I almost laughed when I saw that she was just as stunned as I was, so I decided I might as well break the news.



“Well…” I stalled, trying to decide how to go about this, “Uh, mom… everyone. Uh, Holly and I arrree, dating.” I gave a very simple smile. I was not exactly a social butterfly; situations like these tended to make me very awkward, especially with my parents. I was also nervous as to how Holly’s parents would react. With both sets of parents I knew for a fact there would be no issue, but that didn’t stop me from worrying. In fact, I knew they would be very happy for us, but the whole emotional outpouring part didn’t exactly thrill me. Of someone not approving, I had no issue. With the emotional outpourings, I had less luck.



“You… you are? Oh, honey that’s wonderful!” My mom exclaimed, a huge smile on her face.



“Oh my god, how did it happen? You have to tell us all about it!” Holly’s mom insisted. Before both Holly and I could groan in embarrassment though, Holly’s dad piped up.



“Wait a minute, you two didn’t have sex did you?” He said, eyeing us suspiciously.



“Harold, stop!” Holly’s mom, Rachel, snapped at him.



“No!” Holly groaned, annoyed, as she handed me a five dollar bill from her pocket. It wasn’t really a lie. We really didn’t have sex.



After another 20 minutes of dodging questions we managed to convey how tired we were from the flight to our hounding parents, who begrudgingly let us go to bed. That is to say, Holly and her parents said their goodbyes and went back next door. Before they left, however, when our parents were saying their goodbyes at the front door, Holly and I hung back behind the door that separates the living room and the entrance hall. She gave me a quick but deep kiss.



“Night Danny,” she said quietly, her smile filled with adoration.



I gave her a similar smile and another quick peck on the lips before repeating, “Night Holly”.



But now here we were. It was the morning after and all of a sudden I caught the smell of waffles wafting through the air. Waffles were sort of a tradition around my house ever since my dad bought his waffle iron a few years back. I have no idea why he was so excited about buying a waffle iron but it’s sure served its purpose around here.



“Ahhh, waffles!” I groaned, and Holly laughed.



“That’s actually why they sent me up here,” she admitted. “But now that I know how much you love my visits, I’ll be sure to be here every morning for you.” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me and I couldn’t help but kiss her. At first it was just a small kiss, light, and little tongue. But I realized it had been a while since we’d properly kissed; we’d been on a plane for 10 hours straight, then we were home around our parents who had no idea we were going out, then we were in bed until what was now 7:45. I couldn’t wait another second. I pulled little Holly on top of me and started probing her mouth with my tongue, her tongue shot back in an instant and started wrestling with mine, pushing her lips onto mine harder with each kiss.



Soon we were breathing heavily, panting on each other as our tongues danced and helped us relieve almost a day’s worth of sexual tension. Holly started mewling softly as our kiss became more intense and this turned me on to a whole new level. My cock was straining against the bottom of her dress and my hand found her left tit as I started squeezing it. At this, Holly started rubbing her crotch up against my stomach slowly, her own arousal increasing by the second. But of course, just as I was about to reach around and start playing with her ass, my dad barges into the room.



“Jeez Holly, I asked you to wake him up, not suffocate him until he does!” My dad laughed as Holly quickly rolled off of me. I had to move quickly to hide my rock solid dick from my dad.



“Dammit dad, knock!” I growled.



“Breakfast is served!” My dad yelled as he left the room and went back downstairs. He was laughing the whole way down.



“Whoops!” Holly giggled.



I just groaned on account of my aroused member.



“Oh, poor baby…” Holly pouted at me, stroking my cock over my pajamas. “Soon”, she whispered, then gave me a wink as she left the room. I dressed myself grumpily as I walked downstairs to eat. I found my mom and dad plus Holly sitting at the table already helping themselves. I sat down next to Holly, across from my parents. As I finished my first bite of waffles, my mom smiled and asked us, “So, what are your guys’ plans for the day?”



“I don’t know,” I replied trying to act casual. If I didn’t my mom would find some hidden meaning in it and it would raise a whole new set of questions.



“Well you guys should definitely check out the art museum if you want something classy, or I also heard there’s this really good movie playing, I can’t remember the name of the top of my head but I could always look it up-”



“Whoa mom! Jeez, we’re not going to be spending every day on a date or something. We don’t need ‘something to do,’” I stopped her.



“Aww we’re not going on a date?” Holly tried to look pouty but she was also trying to hold back laughter so it was very obvious it wasn’t genuine.



“Don’t you start with me!” I pointed at her. I was trying to be stern but I was holding back a laugh too and I’m guessing it showed. Holly burst out laughing at this, as did my dad, and my mom just smiled and shook her head. After we had all calmed down a little I continued.



“Nah, I think we’re just gonna go for a little drive today, see what’s new around here, get our bearings again.”



“You’ve only been gone a month”, my dad said with a smirk, “I don’t think it’s exactly a whole new town.”



“Let them do what they want, Brian,” my mom replied. “You guys have a good day today, alright?”



“Course!” Holly replied cheerily.



By then we had finished our breakfast. I asked mom if they needed help with the dishes but they said they were perfectly fine and to just go out and enjoy the beautiful day. I thanked her, and we rinsed our dishes, put them in the dishwasher and hurried out the door to my car. I hopped in, as did she, and we left the house to patrol the town and see what was up.



After driving for a while in our own happy little worlds, Holly broke the silence.



“It feels like being in a movie,” she said as she turned in my direction. “You know, like what happens throughout the movie all culminates into this grand ending? I mean, I used to talk to my mom about my feelings for you, how much it hurt to see you every day and have to act normal. I think it stressed her out a little, because she never wanted to talk to you or your parents and risk messing anything up, but she couldn’t bear to see me so unhappy all the time.” She looked a little troubled and I was about to try and console her when she lit up with a smile and sang a little song into the air. “I, love, having yoooou…”



I laughed and kissed her as we stopped at a red light. She looked like she might want more, but then I saw her gaze dart to something behind my shoulder and her eyes lit up.



“Caleb’s Deli!” She squealed close to my ear. I was stunned for a second and my ear was ringing, but I turned quickly and realized where we were. Caleb’s Deli was a deli that Holly and I used to go to during lunch breaks at school. We would walk, every day, side by side and order our favourite sandwiches before heading back to school. Before long we had the whole system down to a science, and we were never late for our fifth lesson. I was very excited to go inside, partially for nostalgic reasons and also because Holly was so excited to see it again. We turned into the small parking lot and got out of the car. We walked through the door hand in hand to see Caleb himself wiping down a table. There were only three other customers in the place, but we didn’t recognize them.



Caleb was a big guy, about 6’3″ and muscular, but he was also a real softie. We’d always enjoyed the company of our friend from New York. Apparently his family has owned deli’s since before they immigrated over from Italy, but to this day we’re not sure if that’s just tall tales, or the truth. In any case, Caleb beamed as he saw us walk through the door.



“Well, if it isn’t my two favourite customers! What can I do for you two lovebirds?” He grinned. I opened my mouth to speak, but he quickly cut me off. “I know, I know, you two aren’t dating.” Caleb apologized, but he smiled and held up his hand to show us that he was kidding.



“Actually Caleb,” I grinned and squeezed Holly’s hand, “we are dating now.” Holly’s head nodded and then rested against my arm.



“You are!? That’s fantastic! You finally got the guy, hey missy?” He smiled big and pointed at Holly.



“Yup…” Holly blushed crimson.



“Oh, what’s this?” I asked her playfully. “You finally got me? How long have you been talking about ‘getting me’?” I laughed at her. She moved her head behind my arm to hide her face.



“No, stop!” she giggled, embarrassed.



“That poor thing used to come in here from time to time moping and sulking and talk to me about you.” Caleb started to explain, teasing Holly. “I would listen to the poor girl about how she didn’t think you’d ever fall for her, and how maybe she should just give up. It was quite sad really.” Caleb said, but his expression was amused. I was laughing by the time he was finished, and I could actually feel the heat from Holly’s face on my back where her head was buried.



“You two can stop any time!” She said, as her head peeked out from behind me.



“Ah, I’m just messing with you!” The big man smiled. “Anyway, you guys just come to chat and visit or…?”



“Well, we just had breakfast but I wouldn’t mind a sandwich for the road.” I told him.



“Sounds good!” Holly replied, her face still a little red.



“Two of the usual, coming up!” Caleb exclaimed as he walked with purpose behind the counter and started to prepare our favourite sandwiches. Holly and I sat at the bar and talked with Caleb as he prepared our sandwiches, about Asia and all the things we’d done. When he was finished we went to pay for the sandwiches, but Caleb stopped us.



“Oh no you don’t. You two have been my best customers for years, and these ones are for my two lovebirds, on the house!” Caleb beamed.



We thanked him and promised we’d be back soon enough, then we left the little deli hand in hand, Holly’s head resting on my arm. We got back into the car and I asked Holly where she might want to go next.



“Ooh let’s go to the park!” Holly gasped excitedly.



“Ok, ok, to the park we go!” I replied, amused by her overly enthusiastic response.



I had the sunroof down on my old Toyota Corolla down and a nice breeze was filtering in, along with warm late summer sunshine. Holly had the radio on and she was busy staring out the window smiling to herself and moving her body to the music. It wasn’t a long way to the park from Caleb’s and we were down there in under 5 minutes.



Holly practically jumped out of the car and skipped her way around, skipping in circles as I exited the car, and then skipped off into the park. I walked behind, letting her go off ahead as I just smiled and watched her playful little body dart here and there, so vibrant and excited. I admired that little but that I caught glimpses of when she landed and her dress came up. I admired her toned little legs and her flowing hair as she gracefully hopped along the dirt path we were following. I turned when I heard a noise and saw a squirrel run across the ground and up a tree to my left. I loved nature, and I grinned to myself as I watched the squirrel climb into a knoll near the top of the great oak. Wait, where was Holly…?



I turned back to look at the path but she was gone. I ventured forward, hoping to catch sight of her again, but she had disappeared somewhere. All of a sudden a cloud covered the sun, and an eerie breeze picked up in the wood, rustling the leaves and casting a chill over me that, frankly, had me a little nervous. I was on edge as I cautiously continued my trek through the park, and I heard noises and saw shadows around every corner. I was starting to get worried – had someone grabbed Holly? Is that why I was so nervous? The possibilities ran through my head as a low howl swept through the suddenly-foreboding park, and I was now on my guard, looking for any sign of Holly or any clues as to what might have happened to her.

I was walking though a particularly dense grove of bushy oak trees when I heard a rustle coming from above me. I had only a second to think and react as someone landed right in front of me, then jumped off as soon as they landed and tackled me to the ground. There was a flurry of hair and purple fabric as I was knocked down, my assailant letting loose a ferocious growl as I fell backward. I landed partially on my side, and was able to use my hand to stop myself hitting the ground too hard. I felt hands claw at my back, trying to pull me closer, so I used my elbow that wasn’t on the ground to push my attacker up and off me.



Holly fell onto her back and laughed loudly as I finally got a good look at her. She must have been hiding in the tree above me, waiting to ambush me as I walked past. I laid down where I was just as the cloud left the sun behind, and started laughing too. Holly was hot, and cute as a button, but she was also wild. Energetic and just plain wild. My mind wandered as I thought of the implications of that, and my cock stirred. It didn’t help that Holly chose that moment to crawl over to me and kiss me deeply. She did notice my erection though, as she broke the kiss.



“Looks like someone likes it rough…” She grinned at me wolfishly.



“Actually, I was thinking about you, and how you never run out of energy.” I grinned back.



“Never run out of energy, eh? And what do you think that implies about lil ol’ me?” She asked, putting on her sweetest innocent voice.



“What I think it means, is that I’m hard as a rock right now,” I told her, still grinning. I was curious as to where this would go.



“Hmm. That doesn’t sound good,” she replied, frowning, “How do you plan on fixing that?”



“How do I plan on fixing it?” I asked, hinting at her suggestively.



“Oh, you want me to fix it?” She asked, feigning surprise, “What could I possibly do to fix that?” She had her innocence turned way up; she obviously wanted me to be more direct.



“You could give me what’s under that dress.” I replied casually.



Holly mocked horror as she gasped. “Danny! The audacity of such an idea!”



“The what now?” I laughed at the unexpected response. Holly just giggled.



“Maybe later,” she winked, “right now I want to go to the pond and relax. Ambushing you is tiring.” She smiled sweetly and got to her feet, holding her hand out to help me up. I took it and she hauled me up alongside her.



We walked off the path to the large pond we could see through the trees. It was a gorgeous area; open and bright, but with trees surrounding it in all directions. The pond itself had a family of ducks near the middle that quacked loudly as we approached, and it was ringed with moss-covered rocks. Despite all that though, it was still quite a secluded area, as no path led down to it. In fact, the only reason we knew so well about it is that Holly and I had found it while on a field trip to the petting zoo that was on the opposite edge of the park. We had snuck away from the group and gone wandering, and when we had found the pond we were so excited. We climbed trees and skipped rocks for about ten minutes before we decided we might get in trouble if we stayed any longer. We were disappointed to find that no one had even noticed we were gone, but at least we didn’t get in any trouble!



We sat down on a flat bed of grass near the edge of the pond and I held Holly against me as the slight breeze countered the suns gentle heat. It was perfect; the grass was green, the sun was warm, the air was sweet and the wind was cool. But on top of all that I had the best thing in my life pressed up against my left, making soft sighs with every exhale as she closed her eyes and let the beautiful day fill her senses. I did the same, closing my eyes and letting my mind drift. My senses were heightened and I could feel the wind gently brushing against my skin, the sun casting its glorious rays over me, and the smell of oak wafting on the air. My mind drifted farther and I could feel Holly now, the ever-so-soft pulsing of her breathing as her little chest moved in tiny convulsions, her breathing shallow. She was obviously very relaxed. My mind wandered to her, and then to us, thinking about everything we had done and everything we had yet to do. Going to college, buying a house together, having our first child, her stroking my cock…



My eyes opened and as I looked down, I caught sight of Holly’s little hand rubbing slowly up and down my cock. From her breathing and her movements I could tell she was still pretty zoned out, but that didn’t make it feel any different. I had settled down since the heated back and forth after her ambush, but I had sprung right back to life at her touch. I still wasn’t used to this and I didn’t really think I’d ever be. I didn’t want to interrupt her reverie, but I couldn’t help but kiss her on the forehead. As I did so she stirred and opened her eyes, and her hand left my cock for a second. Then, when she realized what she had been doing, she smiled and returned her hand. Her rubbing became more of a stroking as she gripped more, and she continued stroking me for a few minutes more. In the meantime, I was getting increasingly agitated and hot, and I wasn’t going to be able to just let her continue for much longer; I was being pushed to my limits and I had to react. I should’ve guessed that that was what she aiming for anyway.



I used my right hand to take Holly by the chin and move her mouth to mine, but before I planted the kiss I looked into her eyes. She had a determination there that I assumed was actually just horniness, and her eyes were locked in this steely-eyed stare that made me realize that she was getting a little hot under the collar too. But there was also a sparkle in them, one that imparted a passion not just for my dick, but for me too. She was too cute. I pushed my lips into hers and she graciously accepted the kiss, pushing back hungrily at my lips as our tongues danced at the entrance to our mouths. She melted into my arms as I wrapped myself around her, but her hand stayed on my cock, stroking a little faster now as things heated up. Our kiss was intense and lasted for a good two minutes before I could feel Holly losing control. Her kissing got sloppy and I knew what she needed, so I slowly released our kiss. She looked in to my eyes for a couple seconds before looking down to my pants to undo them, deftly pulling my underwear down for my dick to spring out and stick straight up. She smiled as her head went down without hesitation, and I groaned loudly as her mouth took in almost my entire cock in one gulp.



I put my hands behind me as I sat back, my legs slightly spread in front of me while Holly leaned over my left side sucking my dick. Her head was bobbing up and down at a quick but steady pace, while she used her tongue to play with the head. Her rhythm was intense and it didn’t take her long to have me blowing my load in her hungry mouth. She wasted no time swallowing it all down, continuing to suck me until I was completely and surely drained. Wordlessly, Holly retracted her head from my soft member and moved toward my head with purpose, pushing my chest and making me lie down before straddling my face. I was a little surprised to see she wasn’t wearing any panties, and I was also very turned on. This was one naughty girl I had got caught up with! Her puffy pussy was wet and her entire crotch was glistening with her cum. I’m guessing she’d been very horny for a while now.



Holly’s face was concentrated on her single-minded goal of getting herself off as she sat on me, and I wasted no time helping her achieve that. My tongue found its way straight up into her folds instantly, and my lips weren’t too far behind. My first order of business was to clean up around her sloppy crotch! My lips roamed the area around her pussy while my tongue was working inside of her, but I eventually removed my tongue (reluctantly) from her dripping hole and started licking and sucking around her cunt, lapping up her juice and making her moan above me before returning my attention to her soaking wet mound. I dove my tongue back into her pussy and used my upper lip to play with her clit, sometimes flicking it with my tongue. Her moaning was ragged and breathy; she’d obviously been needing this.



“Oh, fuck ya, eat my cunt, fucking eat me! Drink that fucking nasty pussy juice, make me cum on your face!”



The dirty talk was back. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed that. But it was all I needed to energize me and soon enough I was furiously lapping at her hot cunt, struggling to deal with the copious amounts of cum pouring out of her overly aroused pussy. I marveled at the delicious taste and the sheer quantity of her cum as it gushed into my mouth and onto my chin, but soon she was cumming for real.



“Uhh, ahhhh Danny I’m gonna cuuum!!” She screamed out into the forest.



I was worried someone would hear her but I decided that I could wait until after to remind her of that. Holly’s body went rigid and started trembling as she came, and as the cum stopped flowing from her pussy for a brief moment I got the opportunity I needed to prepare for the coming storm. I cupped my mouth over her cunt and used my tongue to probe her hole, helping along her orgasm.



“Ahhh! Fuck… fuck, fuck!!” Holly screamed as she released a literal river of cum down my throat. She wasn’t even squirting, she was gushing. Torrents of her delicious juice came pouring out of her quivering hole and she was riding my face hard, pressing down on my mouth. I continued to drink her until I could feel her orgasm ebbing away, then I collected a mouthful of her cum, letting the last little bits dribble down my chin.



As soon as she released her muscles she collapsed back on to my left side and lay there on her back. I lifted myself up to face her, and she smiled and laughed as she saw my cheeks bulged right out like a chipmunk, my mouth full of a huge load of her cum. She stopped laughing pretty quickly though as the naughtiest smile crossed her face. She leaned up to kiss me, and I released her cum into her mouth. She had her head tilted to the side slightly and she was furiously gulping down her cum as it leaked from my mouth and into hers. Finally, my mouth was empty and she pulled away, radiant in her post-orgasm state but sporting a face that screamed slut. I loved being with a girl this kinky, and her insatiable sex drive was a huge turn on! I was almost scared to see how she would behave if we were to have sex.



I quickly wondered if I’d said that aloud because Holly immediately jumped me and pushed me on to my back, straddling my cock with her pussy. She had taken me by surprise, and that feeling didn’t go away as she positioned my now-rock hard dick at the entrance to her pussy. She looked at me before thrusting down, a devilish smile on her face.



“You ready for this?”



I just nodded dumbly. She pushed herself down onto my cock and not-too-slowly kept going down until I was balls deep in her sloppy wet pussy. Her devilish smile had turned to one of angelic joy as her eyes rolled back into her head and a huge smile creased her face.



“Aha! Oooohhh…” she laughed, then sighed as she finally hit rock bottom. Her eyes refocused and she looked at me as if to say “We’re doing it”! I was too concentrated on my lifelong fantasy playing out before me. I grabbed her hips with my hands and started to pull her up, then thrust her back down again on to my cock, groaning as the incredible feeling of my dick sliding in and out of her well lubricated pussy filled my every sense. I could feel her slick walls clamping around me, and the muscles in her pussy squeezing me irregularly only added to the stimulation. I started to guide her up and down again, building up a rhythm that eventually got faster over time.



Soon enough we were going at a steady pace. Holly had her hands on my shoulders and I had my hand on her tits. She had quickly pulled down the top her dress for me, revealing her bouncing C-cups with those perfect little nipples. I was squeezing them now, and she was moaning from the added stimulation. Her cunt was leaking juices all down my dick and our crotch areas were both soaked due to the splashing that occurred whenever Holly thrust down on to me. We were both staring at each other dead in the eyes, watching our arousal turn into horniness, which then turned into carnal lust.



As our fucking continued our noises got louder and the feelings got more intense. Obviously, this meant that Holly’s dirty talk was about to make a grand return.



“Uhhh, fuck, yeah…! Uh, you like that-that naughty pussy on your dick, baby? Hmm? AH! Fuck yes, ooooohh, fuck my filthy cunt, fuck it!! …Ooooh, fuck me so good, pound me, fucking pound me!”



As her dirty talk became more regular to me I found myself getting less mesmerized and bewildered by it, and more turned on and lustfully aggressive. I flashed back to Vietnam and the filthy words that spewed from Holly’s mouth as I abused her little round ass, and decided it was about time that she cum again. After all, I can’t have her getting ahead of me. I remembered what happened the last time that happened.



Right after Holly’s profane language subsided I took one of the hands that was guiding her on my dick and smacked her ass hard on one cheek. Instantly, Holly lurched forward and screamed out, her face set in a look of surprise and shock. She recovered almost immediately though, and the wickedly kinky smile that was becoming so familiar to me was back on her face.



“Fuck yeah!” She yelled, and lowered her body onto mine, planting her face on mine in a rough kiss. I took over the role of thrusting and continued assaulting her ass with my hands, giving her regular hard smacks that made her growl with lust into my mouth. I continued my ass play, harshly kneading her squishy cheeks in my hands before spanking her repeatedly, hard smacks that jolted her forward slightly. Because she was kissing me she couldn’t release the torrent of language that I was assuming she wanted to, but the urgency of her fucking made it pretty clear how much she enjoyed it. And then an idea hit me.



Looking back, it was a little dumb considering I made the decision in such a state of lust, but it certainly paid off. I moved my right hand from her ass and down to where we were fucking, then I let Holly’s copious amounts of pussy juice soak my finger. I wetted her asshole with my finger, and Holly had a just a second to pull out of our kiss in surprise when my finger popped into her ass one knuckle deep. I realized right then that that could have been a mistake, but I was reassured almost instantly by a screaming “YES!!” from a smiling Holly. She was stunned, but her smile was huge and her breathing was shallow.



“Oh, holy fuck I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, YES!!!”



“You’re on the pill, right Holly?” I managed to grunt out.



“Yes, fucking cum in me Danny! Holy shit, cum in my slutty pussy!! Aah, dammit, and keep fucking playing with my asshole!!!”



My finger was pumping into her hole one knuckle deep at about half the speed of my thrusting dick, and that was all it took to make little Holly scream out in her second mind ripping orgasm of the day. She sat bolt upright on my dick while I furiously pumped into her and she screamed loud as her whole body shook violently. That did it for me (both the vibrations ion her pussy, and knowing how much my anal job had got her off) and I came hard in her pussy. The strength of my orgasm was mind blowing and I nearly passed out as I pumped huge, thick loads of semen up into her spasming cunt. I was deep inside her so my cum was shooting pretty far up, but her cum was flowing out of her in buckets and absolutely soaking my entire lower body. Finally, Holly collapsed on me, her head resting facing the ground next to mine, and she would quiver periodically. I realized I still had my finger lodged in her ass and was surprised to feel that, in my excitement and our orgasms, I had pushed it all the way in. She accommodated it nicely, but I pulled it out of her, eliciting a resigned but satisfied sigh from her tired lungs. I calmly stroked her ass as I felt the suns dying light illuminate us both and keep us warm, reveling in the aftermath of the best sex I ever have and ever will have had.



Finally, Holly stirred and rolled off of me, which caused my limp dick to flop out of her cunt. As it did, a puddle of hers and my cum poured out onto me and Holly groaned. She positioned herself in a 69 position with me and I ate her out to clean up her pussy as she sucked me off and cleaned me up as well. I didn’t necessarily mind cleaning her up; I had cum pretty far up into her so there wasn’t really any of my cum dripping out. It was mostly just Holly’s sweet cum mixed with a small hint of my tangier taste.



Holly took longer to clean me off since she had poured puddles of her cum onto my entire lower body. She didn’t seem to mind though; she seemed to love the taste of her cum. Once we were both clean, Holly got off me and we both knelt in front of each other in the grass and wrapped our arms around each other, pulling one another into a passionate, cum-filled kiss. It was very hot, and it felt so good to have Holly’s filthy mouth pressing into mine while her sweat-soaked breasts slid and squished against my chest. We finally pulled part a few minutes later. Holly had her dress bunched up around her middle, leaving her perfectly round ass and beautiful tits on display for me. I, however, was completely naked as Holly had peeled off my jeans during her first blowjob, and my shirt had come off when she mounted me. We both put our clothes back on and laid down next to each other on the grass.



Holly turned onto her side to look at me. “We just had sex!” Her eyes were full of wonder and adoration, and I couldn’t resist a quick kiss on her dirty lips.



“Mmm, we sure did. That was insane!” I laughed. She laughed too and we both returned to laying there on the grass.



“Holly?”



“Hmm?”



“Why is it you get so hot when I play with your ass?” I asked with a grin. I was interested to hear her answer.



“I really don’t know…” Holly looked genuinely confused. “I just… love it! I can’t explain why, but I just get so horny, it’s kinda weird…” Holly looked uncomfortable and I was pretty sure she was rubbing her legs together. She looked like she needed help so I reached under her dress and started playing with her pussy.



Her lips were even puffier than before and she was extremely hot, but I dipped two fingers into her dripping slit and started fucking her like that. Holly’s eyes glazed over and she was moaning uncontrollably as my fingers fucked her well used cunt and played with her hyper sensitive clit. It didn’t take her long to cum and she groaned loudly as her sloppy pussy clenched around my fingers and some of her juice spilled out on to my hand. After riding through her small orgasm I lifted my fingers to her mouth and she licked them clean, savouring her taste. Then she kissed me softly, and afterward we both got up and dusted our clothes off.



“Phew. We should get home soon, my parents said they wanted me home for dinner.”



“Ya, mine will probably want me home too. Come by after dinner for a movie or something?” I asked Holly.



“I like the or something…” she winked at me. I just rolled my eyes.



“Seriously? You can NOT be horny again!”



Holly just laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not yet, you have a couple hours to wait at least.”



Holly and I left the pond and walked hand in hand back to the car. The sun was hanging low over the horizon so the trees were casting low but warm shadows, and the whole path back to the park was pleasantly illuminated in late summer evening sunshine. We got back to the car without incident and drove home. We were pretty quiet the whole time, but we were both smiling. We had finally gone the final step and it had been perfect. We arrived back at our neighboring houses and I parked my car in my garage. As we stepped out, Holly came to meet me on my side of the car as I grabbed the sandwiches out of the cup holders in the middle space between the two front seats. I should probably put them away or they’d go bad. As I turned to close the car door, I smiled at Holly who beamed back at me. We initiated a deep, passionate kiss as I closed the car door, but we were out of view of any parents since the garage was slightly behind my house and Holly’s house was on the opposite side of it.

It had been a long, busy week. This is why we had not been intimate much all week. I leave work early this Friday afternoon with every intention to rectify that.



As I drive home, the sexual energy is building to a crescendo. I think of all kind of things I want to do with you at an increased pace. Then I think of more things even faster. Then I think of even kinkier things on top of all that! My cock is aching. Longing to break free of my pants and have its way with you.



One I get home I notice the house is very quiet. I think that you must be taking a nap. Not wanting to wake you so that you have enough energy for my sexual desires I enter the house stealthfully. However, once I get to our bed room door, I hear the sheets rustling around. I peer in the room. I see you and you are not napping…



You are completely naked, lying on your back. Your legs spread far apart, and I can see all of you. You are squirming with the vibrator working its magic deep into your pussy as you gently rub your clit. I love seeing you play with yourself. It really turns me on. It is clear that I’m becoming more turned on because as you play with yourself, I take my erect cock out of my pants and begin playing with mself.



You are so involved in your activity that I know I’m going to have to get you’re attention somehow.



“Excuse me,” I say, “but is there room for me?”



You jump as you were clearly unaware that I had been enjoying the show. Embarrassed, you start to cover yourself up. “I didn’t know you’d be home yet. I…. I…” I walk over and lay a couple of fingers over your mouth to signal you don’t need to explain yourself.



“I was enjoying the show,” I say.



“Really? I feel so embarrassed,” you reply.



I take the vibrator off the bed. It popped out of you when you tried frantically to cover yourself up. “I have an idea that involves this. Are you up for it?”



“I’m so turned on that in up for anything!” You say with a sly smile.



“Good. I’m going to start slow. Lay on your stomach.” You comply and roll over. You know what I want, so you automatically stick your feet up in the air so that I can massage them. I rub them gently sometimes and firm and deep at others times. You moan occasionally as the tension leaves your feet. I glance over occasionally at your bare ass. I can’t wait to get my hands on it…



As I finish up you sit up and remove my pants. You run your hands over my body, occasionally brushing and teasing my cock, balls and ass cheeks.



“Mmmmmm… Suck me.” I command.



You gently push me onto my back and begin to stroke and suck my cock. As you suck my cock your hands starts to massage my balls. It feels so good that I squirm. “You’re such an expert cock sucker,” I tell you.



You simply smile and you move your hand down to run your finger along my ass crack. This makes me squirm even more. You sense the pleasure that game me and you suck on one of your fingers and slip it into my ass crack to massage my asshole while you continue to suck my cock. After a few minutes, the pleasure is too intense. If you don’t stop, then I know I’m going to cum.



“Stop,” I say, “Get on all fours. It is your turn now.”



You do as I ask. While you are on all fours you expose your wonderful pussy and ass to me. I begin to lick your sweet pussy juices. Carefully and slowly navigating my tongue around your pussy lips and occasionally brushing your clit. You are so sensitive that when I barely even touch your clit you jump a little bit.



“I know you don’t need to be warmed up much after what I caught you doing,” I say. I promptly slip my cock into your pussy and begin pumping before you can say a word.



I pump in and out a few times and you beg, “Please, please rub my clit while you fuck me.”



“Not yet, this is just to get you warmed up. Remember, I told you I was going to use the vibrator.”



I fuck you for several minutes. Primarily for my satisfaction since your clit is not being stimulated. I pull out and reach for the vibrator. I slip it into your wet, ready pussy and turn it on. The vibrations fill your pussy and are so strong that it stimulates your clit indirectly.



With your pussy taken care of, I focus on your ass. I run my fingers up and down your ass crack that is fully spread to show everything. I can’t resist any longer and I begin to run my tongue up and down your wonderful ass crack. I settle in on your asshole and lick it, suck it, kiss it… You moan with pleasure. I love hearing you moan with pleasure and I rub my cock as I lick your sexy asshole.



“Are you ready for me?” I ask.



“I am, let me take the vibrator out,” you reply. As you reach for the vibrator I stop your hand and move it away from your pussy.



“That’s not what you’re getting. You are going to be double fucked.”



A little surprised, you say, “I don’t know if I can do that.”



“I know you can, babe, you are so turned on right now,” I say as I spread lube onto my cock.



Without hesitation I slip the head of my cock into your sexy, wonderful ass. I slide in slowly, giving you only what your body is willing to accept at each moment. Eventually, I have my entire cock buried in your ass.



“How are you doing?” I ask.



“Good, I think. I feel really full! Try pumping now. I think it will be good,” you reply.



I do as you tell me. Sliding my cock slowly out of your ass until just the head in you and then I slide it back in balls deep. After a little bit of this, I can really feel your body loosening up and enjoying a vibrator in your pussy and my cock in your ass.



“I love how full I feel,” you say. “It almost feels as if the vibrator and your cock have become one giant cock filling both of my holes.”



“I’m loving it too, babe,” I say. “The vibrator is ticking my cock through your pussy. I have never felt anything like this either!”



“My clit is really being stimulated, but there must be nerve endings between my ass and pussy. I feel like my orgasm may start from deep within, not just from my clit,” you tell me. However, I am so deep in ecstasy that I don’t respond.



I can feel my orgasm building, and I pull out to cum all over your asshole. My hot cum covers your asshole. I’m aware you haven’t cum yet, so I slip my cum covered cock back into your ass and continue pumping. My hot, gooey cum oozes from your ass down your thighs… Now that I’ve cum, I can focus on you. I position my body so that I can rub your clit as I fuck you. Between the vibrations and direct stimulation to your clit it doesn’t take long for you to climax.



“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck me in my ass!” you say as you begin cumming. As you cum I can feel your ass spasming around my cock. Your asshole is spasming as well and clamping around my cock.



I can’t help myself either and I have another orgasm right as your begin cumming. However, since I just emptied myself this is a dry orgasm and my cock pulsates in your ass as you cum. My spasming and your spasming feeds into each other and our orgasm intensifies until it is nothing like either of us have ever felt. We both moan and grunt with pleasure one last time before we collapse onto the bed.



With my cock still in your ass I reach around to turn off the vibrator. I lay on top of you with my cock softening in your ass while I gently kiss and nibble your neck and ear.



“Mmmmm… cum home early more often,” you say.



“If this is what I will get, I promise I will!” I say enthusiastically as we continue cuddling together and talk about how we both enjoyed the first time you got your pussy and ass fucked at the same time.

(It is recommended that you view the previous chapters before reading on. These stories deal with several areas of sexuality that some may find uncomfortable in a bad way. If you wish to read on you do so at your own risk. All characters portrayed in these stories are completely fictional and only exist in my mind and those of my readers.)



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It was around noontime; Shannon and Lydia were driving to Deluge City. Deluge City was among other things a sports fanatic’s paradise. There was always something going on at any particular time of the day. If it wasn’t g-ball it was Mechanized Gladiator tournaments or racing or a variety of other sports like speedball and the old games such as baseball and football. People from all over the galaxy flocked to this planet and this city for sporting sensations. Younger people also liked this city, there was always a party going on somewhere and the nightclubs were some of the most popular anywhere. Deluge City is also known as the HUB, it was directly below Tyfur’s Love, which is the primary space station of heaven’s world. Typically shuttles launch from deluge at least once an hour to the various other themed cities around the planet, another reason why heaven’s world is the premier vacation planet anywhere.



Deluge city was the first stop for all travelers. Many clothing shops called it home and there was usually another of the same shop at the themed destination. The whole planet is owned by a singular company called Marava Vacations Incorporated.



Shannon and Lydia pulled up to ‘Hub Central Mall’ which was an impressively large mall. Shoes, dresses, lingerie, toys etc… they had everything you could possibly want to get. They stepped out of the vehicle and it was auto-parked shortly after.



Shannon has been to this planet several times but for some reason this mall was new to her. She looked at the front of the mall with absolute awe. The mall was two stories tall and probably took up an area in excess of about 1.5 million square feet.



Lydia put her hand in Shannon’s and pulled her out of the self-imposed trance.



Shannon snapped out of it and followed Lydia. “Where did this mall come from, last I was here it was just empty space.”



Lydia smiled. “Progress.”



“I guess so, so when did this thing go up?” Shannon asked.



“Hmm, let’s see, you were last here around 8 months ago and this thing, as you say, was completed a little over 3 months ago.”



“4 months to build a mall of this magnitude… Wow!”



“Technology, gotta love it.” Lydia said and held Shannon’s hand, pulling her into the mall. “So, what do you want to get first?”



Shannon looked down the long stretch of the mall, “How about a map?” Shannon snickered.



“Hmm, that might be a good idea. Over there.” Lydia pointed at a large triangular console.



Shannon followed Lydia to the console and passed her watch by it. It chimed and she pressed a button on the watch. A holographic map appeared above her wrist. Just above the map was a line of text. “What do you want to find?”



“Cool gear Shannon.” Lydia said excitedly.



“Military Technology, gotta love it.” Shannon snickered. “It really helps when we’re on a very short leave and want to find something as quickly as possible.”



“I bet. So, shall we find some club wear?”



“Club wear.” Shannon said and the map flickered for a moment and the places that did not deal with club wear were grayed out, there were about 10 stores that dealt with club wear. “Define type?” appeared above the map.



“Perhaps we should start with the closest one?”



“Sounds like a good place to start. There’s a big one just down the left corridor.” As they started walking the map disappeared.



They arrived at the store which was named ‘Vicious Club Wear’ Several display pieces were up in the windows. There was a black vinyl hugger shorts and halter. The halter was split down the middle and laced up. The hugger shorts were laced up on both sides. Another Featured a white sailor shirt and vinyl black tie, flared vinyl skirt and knee high, front laced, black platform boots another model on the left side of the door featured a black mini-dress with side zipper and a lace up back.



Shannon knew she would love trying on all these different clubbing fashions. But she didn’t know where to start. A lot of the items made her wet, leather bustier, baby dolls, some of them looked more like lingerie rather then club wear. Scanning the area she saw Lydia at the far end looking at vinyl schoolgirl outfits. Near her were other outfits, a couple racks away there was this single piece outfit, leather by the looks. She walked closer to the rack and noticed that it was actually vinyl. She took the outfit from the rack and headed to one of the dressing booths, making sure Lydia noticed her pass. The store was fairly empty, maybe seven people including her and Lydia. Shannon ducked into a booth and bolted the door.



Shannon stepped into the one piece vinyl dress. The outfit had laces at the front and the back. The front had to be laced up from the waist to the top of her breasts while the back was almost impossible to lace up herself. The skirt part was about 2-3 inches below her crotch and had half slits up each side. She unbolted the door and opened it and Lydia was a couple feet away. “I need your help, the laces on the back are difficult to reach.”



Lydia looked at Shannon lustfully. “That outfit suits you well. Of course I’ll help.” Lydia glanced around and ducked into the booth, bolting the door behind her.



Shannon turned around to face the back wall of the booth.



“You sure you want me to lace this up?” Lydia smiled.



“Yes, and make it tight. Then I can model for you and maybe I’ll let you take it off of me.” Shannon smiled.



“I like the sound of that.” Lydia smiled, she flipped up the back of the skirt. “We’re going to need to get you some matching panties, boots and a few more outfits.”



“One thing at a time, lace me up.”



Lydia grabbed the ends of the laces and pulled tightly, adjusting it all the way up then finally tying them together, sneakily she moved her hands up Shannon’s sides and cupped her breasts and began to massage them through the vinyl. “Tight enough?”



“The back is, now I want you to tighten up my front some more, I can only do so much from this position.” Shannon brushed away Lydia’s hands and turned around. “You might need to undo me.”



Lydia looked at the outfit, noticing that her nipples were not showing enough through the vinyl. “It looks that way.” She untied the laces and pulled them out. The two sides fell away and revealed Shannon’s breasts and hardening nipples. She leaned forward and licked at one of them pushing Shannon closer to the wall.



Shannon was somewhat startled but at the same time she expected something like this to happen. “If you do too much more of that I don’t think the dress will fit properly.”



Lydia smiled. “Actually, it’s going to get hot and intense in any one of the dance clubs, which means that these things are going to get harder then they are now. You want to be fully comfortable and this is one of the ways to make sure of that.” Lydia smiled and continued her assault.



Shannon kept her mouth shut and enjoyed.



Lydia moved a hand away from the front laces and slowly moved her hand down the smooth vinyl and past the hem of the skirt.



Shannon instinctively spread her legs further apart.



Lydia took the gesture as an invitation and slipped two fingers under the band of Shannon’s panties feeling the warmth and wetness. She pulled her panties to the side and began to slide her finger up and down between her lips. As they began to acquire less friction she pushed two fingers into her.



Shannon let out a quiet moan.



Lydia continued to lick and suck on Shannon’s nipples while fingering Shannon’s pussy with two of her fingers. She pulled her fingers out and reached into her purse. She pulled out a pair of black vinyl gloves, licked Shannon’s juice from her fingers and slipped a glove on. “I don’t want to accidentally cut you with my nails in there.” Lydia said.



Shannon wondered why she said that.



Lydia returned her now glove covered hand to Shannon’s pussy and pushed two fingers into her again.



Shannon let out another quiet moan.



Quickly Lydia’s glove covered fingers were gaining speed and started pounding Shannon hard with the two fingers, occasionally lifting Shannon slightly off the ground, a third finger entered into her, slowing the speed down slightly but eventually getting back up to speed.



Shannon was moaning more and could hear Lydia’s hands slapping against her skin, but it wasn’t loud enough to grab anyone’s attention especially with the loud ambient club music playing in the store.



Lydia continued her assault on Shannon’s pussy and resumed sucking on Shannon’s nipples with a greater ferocity.



Shannon began to quiver and moaned a little louder then she should in this environment, but still not enough to really grab anyone’s attention unless they were really close or even in the next booth.



Lydia gently placed her other hand over Shannon’s mouth just in case.



Shannon began to spasm and whimper. A moment later she began to spill out onto Lydia’s hand. She was cumming more then normal due to being in a public place.



Lydia slowed down her assault, still slowly fingering Shannon’s pussy. “Want more?” Lydia smiled.



With every stroke she quivered more. “Of course I do, but I think we should purchase the outfits and get out of here.” Shannon said almost breathlessly and smiled. “Can you please lace me up now?” She chuckled.



“Of course.” Lydia tightly laced Shannon’s front up and unbolted the door. She peaked out and noticed that the lady clerk was smiling and two other women were talking with various other customers. She slipped out of the booth.



Shannon stepped out of the booth and did a short runway.



Lydia smiled approvingly. “Stay like that for a moment.”



Shannon stood facing the five mirror panel. ‘I’d fuck me too.’ She thought to herself.



Lydia quickly returned with half-boots, knee boots and thigh boots. “Try these on.”



Shannon tried the various boots on and decided she liked them all. Each boot was zippered and fit perfectly with the dress. “I’ll take all of them.” She smiled.



Lydia took off again and returned with soft vinyl panties and thongs of various colors and a few more outfits for Shannon to try on. One was a two piece red vinyl set with hot-shorts, another was a cute school girl outfit, blue and white with a red and blue bow tie. The other outfit was a pair of white vinyl bell bottom pants with black buttons, a black double-ringed belt with silver grommets and a white vinyl halter with black buttons down the center.



Shannon gladly modeled all the outfits and Lydia approved all of them.



Lydia also took similar outfits and modeled them for Shannon. They were both in agreement and purchased all of them including panties and boots and miscellaneous other items like individual matching purses.



“You know there’s no way I can take all these items back on the ship with me. I’ll need to store them at your place if that is okay?” Shannon asked.



“Sure anytime. Let’s pop into another store that I saw on the map.” Lydia said.



“What’s the store?”



Lydia moved closer to Shannon and spoke quietly into her ear. “It’s a store for sex paraphernalia called ‘Intensity’.”



Shannon blushed slightly. “I’m sure what we get there will be quite useful.” She smiled. “Mini-map; Intensity.” The screen of her watch lit up and showed the route to the store.



“I’ve gotta get one of those.” Lydia smiled.



Shannon smiled. “Maybe when something better comes out these will hit the open market.”



A few moments later they were outside the entrance to the sex shop. Shannon took a deep breath and stepped beyond the threshold, the smell of latex, lotions and oils attacked their senses. Toys were everywhere, clit teasers, double dongs, vibrators and strap-on’s to label a few. Intensity was obliviously a place for couples as well as the individual. Racks were full of videos, games, holo-fantasies, mags and novels that matched the store to a tee.



Shannon felt quite out of place in this store; however the aspect of the mega-store was making her horny, perhaps something was in the air.



Lydia seemed to be doing better but it was obvious that she was also feeling the effects of the store. “So, where should we start?”



“Not quite sure where to start. What have you heard of this place?”



“Not a whole heck of a lot, but what I did hear is that there are a few testing rooms.” Lydia said.



“Testing rooms? You mean actual rooms where we can test the various toys?” Shannon began tingling all over. “Are you serious?”



“That’s what I heard, however I also heard that there was a sanitation charge. Not sure how much, but I’m sure we can afford it if you want?”



“It’s definitely something to think about, but let’s browse first.”



A raven haired woman walked over to them both. Her name was Elisa, according to her tag. She was of fair skin and well tanned. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She asked eagerly placing obvious emphasis on ‘anything’.



“We’re just browsing right now, but I have heard that there is a special bank of rooms in this store somewhere that are there for testing purposes?” Lydia said.



Elisa blushed and looked at the two women. “Yes, there are rooms like that, but there is a charge per hour as well as a sanitation charge.” She looked around. “But if you would like I could personally show you our line up of toys and sexual aids.” This woman seemed to be very interested in them.



Shannon turned her head and looked at Lydia almost in one of those should we looks.



“Sure we would love to take you up on that offer.” Lydia said.



“Wonderful, if you could help me understand your current relationship, I could help you two out better.” Elisa said.



Shannon blushed a little but it was noticed by Elisa almost immediately.



“Let me guess, you two are fairly new together?” Elisa asked.



Lydia smiled. “Yes, we have about a day and some.”



“I see, so what in particular are you looking for? As you can see we have pretty much anything you would need here and much more.” Elisa said.



“To be honest Elisa, we really don’t know what to do or what to get.” Lydia looked around and stepped closer to Elisa. “You seem like a knowledgeable woman, perhaps you could assist us in discovering a greater sexual potential?”



“I would love to assist but I’m working right now. If you would like I could set you up with one of our rooms then visit with you when I take my break which should be in about 15 minutes.” Elisa said.



“That would be great, so how does this work? Are the toys actually in the room or do we sign them out?” Shannon asked.



“No, our full line of toys are in the rooms. Other then color they function the same as the ones in these packages.”



“What do you do after someone uses the room?” Lydia asked this time.



“We do a full thorough cleaning of the room and we sterilize all the toys and other paraphernalia that might have been used.”



“So everything is sterilized” Lydia asked.



“Yes, everything.”



“This is definitely a high class establishment.” Shannon smiled.



“Yes it is, and due to that people come back and buy things that they could buy at any other establishments of the type. Customer service and happiness is number one.”



“Well in that case, please show us to a room.” Lydia smiled.



Elisa motioned them to follow her to a door then through a relatively large passage with several rooms on both sides of the hall. Many of them had a green backlit sign indicating that it is occupied. They came up to room 14. Elisa opened the door and revealed a room that was dark purple with a metallic purple border along the top of the room under lights traveling the entire perimeter.



The room was probably 14 feet by 20 feet with an 8 foot ceiling. Left of the door against the far wall was a bed about 2 feet high on the floor. The sheets were a light purple silk and the blanket cover was a lighter purple then the walls but darker then the sheets contrasting nicely. The headboard was padded with the same purple as the walls and bordered with the same color as the silk sheets.



On the wall right of the door was a screen about 75 inches wide and around 42 tall inset into the wall. Also inset was a data-card reader that is commonly used for media and movies. Across the room was a set of glassed cabinets with several toys, other paraphernalia and bondage gear.



On a closer look the bed had padded loops positioned in the four corners of the bed with two additional loops in the center at either end of the bed. Each side of the bed had a hardwood end-table stained to match in perfect contrast with the rest of the room. Inset in each of the tables was sensa-glass, which in these days are similar to a universal remote but completely resistant to liquids and sealed. The glass panel can be programmed to control anything the owner wishes such as a channel changer or switch panel typically the panel is programmed with a menu due to how many possible things it could control. In this case the panels are linked to each other so what happens on one happens on the other at the same time.



Lydia walked over the right side of the bed and looked at the panel, which was backlit in a light red, and glanced at the menu which listed six categories: Instructions, Bed, Videos, Lighting, Holographics, and Emergency. At the very bottom was a timer and a clock showing date and two different times. One clock was local time, the other was galactic time. The Timer on the other hand was at eight zeros. Typically when Elisa leaves the ticker will start up.



“What does it mean by holographics?” Lydia asked.



“That basically means that you can convert the room visually to a specific scene in our database. Everything else will be the same such as the bed, cabinets and the video screen but it’ll look and feel like whatever scenario you choose.” Elisa explained.



“Is there an extra charge?” Shannon asked?



“No, everything in the room is inclusive.” Elisa replied.



“So, now that you have us here and have shown us the room I need to ask another question?” Lydia asked.



“Sure, what is it?”



“How much are these rooms per hour of use?”



“Normally we would charge 100cr/hr. But since I will be coming back here shortly I will give you my discount so it’ll only be around 80cr/hr”



Shannon almost visibly turned blue. Eighty credits and hour, one-hundred normally, that almost seemed insane.



“That’s sounds perfect.” Lydia said.



Shannon looked at Lydia almost in disbelief.



“Okay, once I leave the room it’ll start. I shall be back in about fifteen minutes.” Elisa said.



“Thanks for all your help Elisa” Lydia said.



Elisa gave them both a thanking look and shut the door.



As she said, about a minute later the timer started running with another number beside it showing 80cr.



Lydia glanced through the instructions on the glass then touched ‘back’ and touched ‘bed’. The menu changed to another menu, this one listing vibration, heat, cooling, and equipment. Curiously she touched ‘equipment’. Another display showed up, this one showing highlighted spots on the bed.



Shannon was looking at the toys in the cabinet and took a selection out. 3 vibrators, a strap-on harness and 4 strap-on attachments, 2 different sizes of double dongs and a seven fingered whip.



Lydia touched the highlighted area at the bottom of the bed display and a door opened with a twelve inch rubber molded cock on the end of some sort of machine as well as two padded stirrups and a long and wide seat hovered over the foot of the bed with a sensa-glass panel popping out from the side of the seat.

The truth is, I really had no idea what I was getting into. When I first met Robert, I was waiting tables at the local diner, Panquakes. I am by nature an exceptionally meek woman, 26 years old, slim but not starvation-slender, with a hovering aura of pale grey. My hair is average-colored brown and it hangs down to an average length on my back. When I met Robert, I was living in this world just like a lost cat or fading ghost.



That fateful Wednesday, I was waiting on Robert (oh, the irony of hindsight!). He ordered– I still remember– a ham sandwich with extra mayo and a beer, and then flashed me one of those million dollar smiles. You know, the kind worn by TV actors, gold-plated and warm to the touch.



“What are you doing this Saturday, sweetheart?” He asked, smooth as silk. I was so shocked and flattered, I could barely bring myself to speak. I had never, ever been asked out on the job. When I finally mustered the will to flex my larynx, the words were too fast and ran over each other,



“I’m working morning– in the– but only ’til 4– then– I don’t have– I’m free.”



You see, Robert isn’t the most handsome, but he is built like a real man, with a square chin, and girth between the shoulders. His hair was ash colored and graying strategically at the sideburns. Even his small paunch titillated my narrow female bones.



“Come over to my place, beautiful. I just live a few blocks from here. We’ll eat dinner. It’ll be nice.”



“Ah-ah-ok. Ok.”



I never had a chance. Saying no is something I’ve never been too good at…



Robert left and I already started daydreaming about the ensuing romance we would have– tender kisses, movie nights, and heaps of “huns” and “darlings” on each other’s lips. My palpable desperation transfigured itself into a pipe dream.



***



When I walked over to Robert’s house for our first date, I was terribly nervous. I wanted so badly to make a good impression that I spent hours doing my hair and makeup and choosing the perfect outfit.



“Hey beautiful!” He exclaimed when he opened the door, gold-plaited smile flashing. “Everything’s just about ready.”



And it really was lovely. Robert had ordered take-out from an Italian restaurant, set the table, and even bought a nice bottle of wine. It seemed like all my dreams were coming true– I could almost feel the ocean breeze on our future seaside strolls. When we parted, he kissed me respectfully on the mouth, and we agreed to meet in a few days.



This courting process went on for a few weeks, at a steady pace. On our third date we had very quiet sex. Robert laid me down on my back and thrust his impressive cock deep into my pussy. I shut my eyes tight and bit my lip, hoping that I wouldn’t disappoint Robert. Just being an instrument of his pleasure was enough to send ripples of ecstasy up and down my body as he grunted and emptied his warm load into my pussy hole. He didn’t even ask if I was on the pill, and I didn’t dare bring up the issue… I felt so incredibly blessed to have found Robert, the only man who had taken the time to get know me in a long, long while. In fact, looking back, he probably sensed this about me, my desperation, and ensnared me knowing I was vulnerable prey.



* * *



I’ll never forget how “it” started: the change, the shift, whatever you want to call it. We were in bed cuddling and kissing (this was probably our fourth or fifth week together), when he stopped crooning, shot me a serious look, and said,



“You want to make me happy, right? Don’t I deserve a good loving woman??” A wave of devastation crashed over me.



“Why, I, of course! Have I been… not??”



“Well, I’ve sure been doing a lot for you these last couple weeks. It would be nice if you could show your appreciation for your man once in a while, in a proper way. Cook me dinner or… other things. A good woman that I can show to my friends, you know. A man needs to be treated well.”



Tears sprung to my eyes– I wanted so much for Robert to feel like the most appreciated man in the world. He was, in a sense, my hero, my God. Before Robert, I had no purpose, and now…



“Oh, Robert! I would do anything for you! Anything! You are the most important thing in my life.”



He chuckled, “Anything, huh? Then get to sucking, bitch.” The word bitch slapped me up side the face and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.



“Wh-what, Robert?”



“I said: get on your knees, unzip my pants and take my hard cock in your mouth and fucking suck. You’re mine, right? All mine? Then worship my dick.”



“Of course I’m yours! I-I’ll do anything you want, to make you happy.”



“Then get sucking, bitch.”



Robert stood up and looked down at me with a stony expression. I could see he was starting to get hard through his jeans. For a minute I just swayed on my knees, in a state of shock. Suddenly, Robert became enraged and grabbed me hard by the hair.



“Dumb bitch, I’m not gonna tell you again. I said undo my pants and suck my rod. NOW. Who do you belong to, huh??”



“Oh! Robert! You! You own me!”



I scrambled to undo his pants and expose his thick, 8-inch cock. It was half-hard and growing. I felt terribly honored to have the privilege of servicing Robert’s—my owner’s– cock. But I wasn’t very experienced, and I was nervous I wouldn’t be up to par. I tried my best to take his throbbing rod into my mouth and down into my throat. It felt enormous and I immediately started gagging uncontrollably, so I desperately started licking the head, paying close attention to the ridge, and then traveled down to the base, all the way down to his balls. While I gently sucked and licked his balls, I used my hand to stroke his magnificent dick. I put every ounce of energy into pleasing his cock, to show him what I high esteem I held him in, and, most importantly, to let him know that I was completely and utterly his. It was like I was finally finding my place in the World: serving Robert the best I could.



“Ugh. You can’t suck dick for jack.”



He grabbed me hard by hair and started thrusting himself deep into my mouth, causing me again to tear up and gag. Still, he pumped and pumped into my face-hole, ignoring my spluttering. The sound of his balls periodically slapping my chin punctuated his robust grunting. I grabbed Robert’s buttocks and tried to aid him in jamming his cock even further down my throat. Soon, his thrusts became frenzied, and he gripped my head firmly and shoved me onto his erect member faster and faster, so that I knew he was getting close to orgasm.



“Drink it all, slut! Every last drop.” He yelled suddenly. I felt his warm cum spray the back of my throat and flood my mouth. I hungrily swallowed it all, savoring the light salty taste and viscous texture. It dawned on me that my pussy was dripping wet, throbbing with desire to be used…



After drinking his precious load, I looked up at Robert who was heavily panting, and smiled meekly. My affection was not returned,



“Lick that up– off the floor!” He demanded. I looked down to where he was pointing and saw a few little pools of cum that I guess dripped out of my mouth onto the hardwood floor. Anyways, I didn’t know this whole affair was the beginning of a new era in our relationship (I.e., my subjugation), I just desperately wanted to please Robert and show him that he was my king. So, I barely missed a beat before sinking down to my hands and knees and pressing my tongue to the floor, lapping up the glistening drops of cock juice.



“Good girl, that’s it. Just like a dog. That’s a good bitch. Every drop now….”



I knew I had to prove myself so I scoured the floor and made sure every bit was consumed before laying prostrate before Robert.



“No-oh! Get up on your knees and look at me. You’re not done yet.”



The last ember of will I had had been extinguished: I would do anything and everything.



“Look at me in the eyes,” he said, burning holes into my pupils with his own, “and open your mouth. I need to give your filthy mouth a rinse.”



My compliance was mechanical. In 2 seconds my mouth was wide open. My body shook with delight, though I didn’t have an inkling of what was coming. It didn’t matter– I only had to do what I was told. Robert started hawking up a big juicy loogie (he habitually spits), bent close to my mouth, and spit right into my parted lips.



“Gargle and swallow, bitch. Clean that mouth out. You’re still not done fulfilling your duties as my woman and I need your mouth to be fresh.”



And, just as he ordered, I swished around his spit in my mouth, gargled it in my throat, and swallowed it in a hard gulp. My nipples hardened when I realized I could still taste the faint taste of his saliva– flavored with Marlboro Reds– on my tongue. My pussy was throbbing, but I knew I had to satisfy Robert completely before I began to even consider assuaging my own desires.



“Now that your mouth is clean, clean up my dick. Lick up all the cock scum and make sure you get my balls.”



“Y-yes sir.” I automatically replied.



With pleasure, I took his dick into my mouth, sucking down the remaining cum. I even tongued his urethra to remove any stubborn build up. I meticulously licked every bit of his shaft, then I progressed down to his balls, and tried to get as close to his anus as possible. When I was sure my new master’s dick was completely free of jizz, I looked back up at him, hoping he would be at least satisfied with my work.



“Good bitch. You’re learning.” He asserted, “Now bring me a beer and wash yourself up. Tonight you get the privilege of sleeping at the foot of my bed.”



“Oh– thank you!”



“You mean, thank you, sir.” The training had begun, and he couldn’t afford to coddle me at the crucial induction phase. He reached back and slapped me hard across the cheek.



“Oh my G– I’m so sorry, sir. Right away, sir.”



By now, my pussy was in pain from all the pent up arousal that accumulated over the course of that life-changing experience, but I didn’t dare lay a finger on myself. A significant transformation had occurred– I no longer belonged to myself. I was Robert’s possession; and, like an object, I remained where I was placed last. Also like an object, I had no foresight. I couldn’t imagine the debaucherous and pleasurable revels that would transpire under the guise of my new subjugated position.



I didn’t stop to think long. I crawled to the refrigerator on my hands and knees. I had an order to fulfill.



To be continued..

It was a cold day in February. The weatherman had promised cold and a possibility of snow in the night, and Richard White (or Rick, as his friends called him) had gone to his grandparents’ village for the day. He didn’t want to be caught in a snowstorm, if there was going to be any snow, so he’d left the car at home and caught the early train. Then he took a local bus, and when he arrived it was still morning. He went to the local pub for lunch first and then he took in the sights of the village. He visited the church, and found his grandparents’ graves in the churchyard, and he quite enjoyed himself notwithstanding the cold. It actually grew colder as the day progressed; when he arrived the village pond had still been open but now there was a thin, smooth layer of ice on top.



Rick had retired from work a few months earlier; an old aunt of his had left him enough money to make do with the pension he would get, and he’d considered that it would be alright to call it a day. There were heaps of things he had not been able to do while his wife was still alive, and he didn’t want to wait until he was too old. Visiting the places connected with his family’s history was one of those, and it felt good to be walking there.



He went back to the pub for a drink. The village was rather remote — it was one of those one bus there, one bus back places and he did not want to miss it, so he leisurely made his way back to the bus stop at an early moment.



The route took him down to the village pond first. There were no people to be seen; he supposed everyone had gone in for the cold. He’d almost rounded one half of the pond when he heard someone shout, and a wheelchair came crashing though a dry hedge. It narrowly missed hitting him and went straight into the pond, rider and all. He heard the ice crack and most of the contraption disappeared under water.



Rick didn’t hesitate for a moment; he threw off his coat and ran into the pond. The cold hit him like a sledgehammer, and he tripped over something someone must have thrown in one time or other. Lovely, he thought. Just what I needed. Wet through, he waded through the muddy pond; stirred by his feet the water sent up an unpleasant smell. It took him quite some time and effort to extract the wheelchair from the mud; its rider sat mumbling and didn’t really cooperate.



Meanwhile the bus had dropped a couple of people at the local bus stop and driven on. One of the passengers witnessed the second part of his efforts. She looked at it in disbelief at first. It couldn’t old Mr O’Brien again? But it was.



When Rick finally reached dry ground again he took his coat and put it round the man’s shoulders. Then he was hailed by the woman, who had stood watching the procedure.



“I’ll show you where to take him,” she said, “Mr O’Brien’s generally too vague to do so himself.”



They walked up the road together and after a short while she said, “Here it is.”



She walked up to the front door to knock, but the door was thrown open before she had reached it, and a middle-aged woman came out. “You old fool!” she shouted at the old man. She took the wheelchair from Rick’s hands, unceremoniously dumped Rick’s coat on the frozen path, wheeled Mr O’Brien inside without another word and slammed the door to.



The woman indignantly looked at her vanishing form.



“There’s gratitude for you,” she said. “That’s his daughter-in-law. Are you new here?”



“I was only round for the day,” Rick said. He had difficulty keeping his jaws steady; his wet clothes seemed to be getting stiff. “B-b-but I’m afraid I’ve m-missed my bus. Is there a p-p-place -” His teeth were chattering with cold.



“You come with me,” she said. “We’re not all of us beastly in this village.”



She led him along as fast as he could go. “It’s only a quarter mile,” she said. “Can you manage?”



He nodded.



At her place she opened the door of the porch and pushed him inside. “My,” she said, “you don’t half smell! Ok, then, could you leave those clothes here? I will go and run the bath.”



When she returned Rick was still struggling with his buttons.



“I’m sorry,” he stammered, but -”



“Oh dear,” she said. “Let me do it.”



It took her some time, too, as the temperature in the porch wasn’t any better than the one outside, but she managed to help him out of his clothes, which were left in a smelly heap on the tiles of the porch.



“Ok,” she said, “off to the bath with you. I can’t have you die of hypothermia on me. Lord, look at hose tiles. It’s a good thing I’ve got a downstairs bathroom.”



She led him on to the bathroom and helped him get in the bath. She looked at him with some interest. “My,” she said. “My husband used to be small, but you…”



“That’s nature’s defence mechanisms,” he tried to say, but she didn’t quite get it.



“Hush now,” she said. “I’m going to wash you. That’s a long time ago…”



She remembered washing her children with a smile.



She washed every part of him. He had been covered in mud and the smell of the stagnant pond water was all over him. He was too cold to really enjoy it; even when she pushed back his foreskin and washed his private parts it didn’t make an impact. But he truly appreciated her efforts, and he liked her face. She had soft grey eyes and a lovely smile.



“Will you be alright for a moment?” she said. “I’d like to sort out your clothes.”



“Yes, I will,” he said.



She went back to the porch and surveyed the wreckage. His winter coat was covered in green slime and algae inside. She emptied the pockets and put the contents aside. Then she went through his trousers and his jacket, and put the items she could wash into the washing machine.



Then she collected some pieces of clothing and returned to the bathroom. She went in to find her charge had recuperated a little.



“Good,” she said. “Getting a little warmer?”



“Yes, thank you,” he said. “My name’s Rick, Rick White. My grandparents used to live here.”



“Oh,” she said. “Old Maynard White, he was? I remember him well. Nice man.”



“Yes,” Rick said. “That’s him.”



“I’m Claire,” she said. “Er, I’ve just put some of your things in the washing machine, but I would ruin your jacket and your coat. I’ll have to take them to the dry cleaners, and I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with me for a little time. And what’s more -” she hesitated for a moment – “I am rather smaller than you, and I have no men’s clothes lying about. So I’ve selected my roomiest panties and a big cardigan for you, and a pair of tights — I hope you don’t mind.”



“I could wrap myself in a blanket, too” Rick suggested.



“And go naked under that? I don’t think so,” she said. “Oh, and are there any people that have to be told?”



“No,” Rick said. “There’s no one there.”



She looked at the ring on his hand. “You’re a widower?” she said.



“Yes,” he said. “My wife died of a congenital heart disease.”



She nodded. “I’ll leave you to get dressed,” she said, and put the clothes and a towel on the edge of the washbasin.



Rick got out of the bath and thoroughly dried himself. Then he looked at the clothes with a frown on his face. The cardigan seemed ok. The panties were big enough, too — but they were very thin and completely diaphanous. And the tights — he wasn’t quite sure if they would fit. He put on the cardigan first. It was a thick, woollen one and it felt very uncomfortable against his bare skin. He wiggled his shoulders inside but it didn’t diminish the feeling. Then he put on the panties. There was a tall mirror on one wall and he saw himself in very feminine pink underwear. It made him feel a little uncomfortable — he wasn’t quite sure if he really disliked the experience as much as he was trying to tell himself. The tights were quite simply too small. He pulled down the cardigan, which came just about to the bottom of his buttocks, and opened the bathroom door on bare feet.



Claire met him in the hall. “Comfortable?” she said.



“Well,” Rick said, “The tights you gave me do not fit, and the cardigan is terribly itchy. I er…”



“Oh dear,” Claire giggled. “And they’re my largest pair, really. We’ll have to try and get you into some stockings, then.”



“Er,” Rick said, “don’t bother, you know. I’ll be alright.”



“No you won’t,” she said earnestly. “I’ll be right back.”



She returned with some more pieces of clothing.



“Now you put this on under that cardigan,” she said, “and then I’ll help you with the stockings. I’m afraid I’ve got nothing big enough with sleeves, but it will at least keep your back and chest from touching the wool.”



She handed him the top of the baby doll whose bottom he was already wearing. Rick took it from her and turned around to keep up proprieties — but then he faced the mirror and he realised that Claire could see everything anyway. Oh well, he thought, it’ll only be for a day.



He took of the cardigan and put on the baby doll top. To his embarrassment it made his penis stir a little — the feeling was actually quite pleasant. He quickly put on the cardigan again.



“Good,” Claire said with a little smile. “Better?”



“Yes,” he said. “This doesn’t itch.” It definitely didn’t, but he’d be damned if he admitted he liked the feeling.



“Right,” she said. “Now if you sit down on the edge of the bath…”



He did so. The cardigan hid his private parts from sight, to his relief.



Claire knelt in front of him and told him to lift a foot. Then she put his toes into a rolled-up stocking and deftly unrolled it up his leg. “Other foot, please,” she said.



Rick felt rather confused. He hoped the cardigan would stay in place, because he found the treatment wildly stimulating. Claire was certainly attractive, and he loved being touched by her.



She looked at his face. With impish delight she saw that some beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead.



“Well then,” she said, “please get up again. I’ll make sure they won’t sag and trip you up. Turn around, please.”



When Rick stood with his back to her she lifted the cardigan and the baby doll and put a garter belt round his waist. She noticed he was half erect, and not quite as small at all as she had thought at first. She fastened the hooks at the back.



“This is not too tight?” she asked.



Rick didn’t know what to say.



“Good,” Claire said. She bent down and fastened the clasps to the stocking tops. He looked at her and noticed that he could look down the neck of her sweater to the top of her breasts. She seemed to be wearing a red bra. Blushing, he averted his eyes.



“I’ll put you into the living room,” she said, “and I’ll see about dinner. I didn’t think I’d have visitors, but I believe I’ve got some pizzas in the freezer.”



She took him into the living room. He looked round and saw a room that was obviously loved by its inhabitant, pleasant, well kept and cosy, with a well-stocked bookcase and a stereo in a corner.



“You’ve got a very nice room here,” he said appreciatively, glad the intimate atmosphere of the bathroom was not so evident there.



“Thank you,” she said. “Oh dear, it’s started to snow. With a little bad luck we’ll get snowed up, too.”



“I’m very sorry,” Rick said. “I didn’t intend to be a nuisance.”



“Oh, nonsense,” Claire said. “You’re not. I don’t mind having a human voice around for once in a while.”



She left the room. After some time she returned with a bottle of wine, an opener and two glasses.



“Can you pour us some wine, please?” she said.



Rick got up and walked to the table a little self-consciously. He felt the garter straps move against his legs and the material of the underwear against his body at every step, and he hoped Claire would not be looking at him.



He stood with his back to her as he uncorked the bottle. Claire noticed the cardigan lifted enough to grant her a peek at his bottom. She grinned appreciatively.



He walked back and handed her a glass; then he lifted his own and said, “Thank you for putting me up.”



Claire looked at him and said, “It would be a nasty world if everybody were like Mr O’Brien’s daughter-in-law. I’m happy you didn’t leave him to drown and I’m glad I was there to help you out. Cheers!” She bent down for a moment and saw that Rick glanced at her cleavage. Then he saw that she noticed and blushed.



Rick sat down in a chair opposite Claire and they sat talking amicably about the village and their respective youths. Then Claire looked at her watch and said, “We’d better go to the kitchen and have us some dinner.”



They walked to the kitchen, Rick still a little stiffly as he felt somewhat uncomfortable because of his apparel.



When they were in the kitchen Claire asked, “Are you still cold?”



“No,” Rick said. “I’m fine. Why?”



“You walk as if you were,” Claire said smugly.



“Er, no,” Rick said. “I er, it’s these clothes, really. I feel a bit – well — I don’t know.”



“Did you never look at your wife’s underwear?” Claire asked.



“Yes of course,” Rick answered, “but I didn’t wear it!”



Claire shrugged. “I really love wearing nice underwear,” she said. “It makes me feel good, and I loved to see the effect it had on my husband. Your wife did, I suppose?”



“I don’t know,” Rick said. “We never really talked about it.”



She shrugged again. “Dinner,” she said. “I’ll put the food on the table. Oh, and we’ve forgotten the wine. Be a dear, please, and get it.”



Rick returned to the living room. He did his best to forget the disturbing feelings and walk normal, and he decided that he didn’t really mind the feeling for just once. Claire probably wouldn’t hold it against him, and if no one asked he wouldn’t tell.



“Look, that’s better,” she said. “You don’t look as if you swallowed a stick, now.”



They had a comfortable meal, and then some coffee, and then Claire said, “Will you dry the dishes, please?”



When Rick had finished drying the plates she said, “They go up there, in the top cupboard.”



Rick opened the door of the cupboard over the sink and lifted the plates to put them away.



“Ooh, sexy!” Claire said teasingly when the cardigan rose well over his buttocks as he lifted the plates.



“Don’t you tease me too much, young lady,” Rick said, echoing her mood.



“Is that a threat?” Claire said. She stepped behind him and pressed her hips against his bum, and she put her arms around him she sank one hand into his panties and slid the other up his chest.



“Come on,” she said. “I think you’re nice, and I’m glad you’re here, and I want to fuck you.”



She wasn’t quite certain how he would react — but to her joy he turned his head and tried to find her lips, blushing fiercely. She opened her mouth and sucked in his tongue while she felt his erection. It definitely was not as small as she had seen that afternoon; it seemed a few inches larger than her late husband’s — he’d really been rather small. She hadn’t minded; their lovemaking had always been perfect. But she did enjoy feeling him up for all that.



“That’s what you get for looking at my breasts,” she said.



“I only saw their tops,” he complained.



She released her hold on him just enough to allow him to turn around. With a broad grin she put up her lips to be kissed again. Rick lifted her sweater and pinched a nipple, and Claire ran a hand through the crack of his bottom and tickled his anus. He shivered.



“Come,” she said, “let’s find a better place. It’s nice and warm in the living room.”



They hurried back to the living room and locked themselves in each other’s arms again.



“I’d love to get your clothes off,” Rick said. “I haven’t seen you naked yet.”



Claire smiled and put up her arms. Rick took the hem of her sweater and lifted it over her head. He put it on a chair and stepped back to look at her. She wore a little red bra with diaphanous cups that came only to just over her nipples. It had seams running from the bottom of her breasts to the top of the cups and he thought it was extremely sexy.



“Wow,” he said. “You are beautiful. I can see why your husband loved to look at you!”



Then he unzipped her jeans and shoved them down her legs. She wore a matching pair of panties. He pushed them down as well.



“I’m sorry I’m not wearing any stockings today,” she said. “But they get ruined under trousers.”



Then she unbuttoned Rick’s cardigan and he let it slide off his arms.



“You’d better take that other thing off, too,” she said. “It might get damaged.”



Rick couldn’t see the fastening, which was just below his chin, so she had to help him out. Then she looked at him with a naughty gleam in her eyes.



“You look truly good enough to eat,” she said teasingly. “I love the sight of your cock in my panties.”



She knelt down in front of him and looked at his cock that stood straight in her sexiest bedroom wear, and sucked it in her mouth through the thin nylon. She unclasped the garter straps and slid the panties down his legs and then she redid the straps again.



“I’d like to know how it feels when my partner is in stockings,” she said. “Do you mind?”



“No, I don’t,” he said. “Not any more. Let me lie down, and then you can sit on top of me. I want to taste your pussy!”



He stretched out on the carpet and Claire lowered herself over his face. Then she unclasped her bra and flung it aside. She bent down, rubbed her breasts against his abdomen and took his cock in her mouth. She tickled his belly under the garter belt and stroked his legs. For a moment she wished she were a cat; she felt like purring. And then she grinned round his cock — two fairly staid, middle-aged people going at each other for dear life. But it was wonderful to have someone there again. Maybe –



Rick loved her taste. Her labia were fairly dark, and the inside of her pussy shone like rubies, he thought. “Your pussy is beautiful, too,” he said and then he put the point of his tongue back between the labia, right where it belonged, he thought. Hmm, nice.



Claire slowly rolled her tongue around the head of his cock. He smelled pleasant, she thought, and she thought with a shudder of the way he’d smelled after the dip in the pond. She wished she’d perfumed her pubic hair, but maybe he liked her better the natural way? She’d have to ask — and then she felt with a pang of regret that she didn’t know if she ever would. But she went back to the task on hand and put tomorrow off her mind.



Rick found her clitoris and worked on it insistently. Claire shuddered a little, and then she rose. “I want to fuck you good and hard now,” she said. “Come along to my bedroom.”



They went straight upstairs and Claire said, “I want you on top of me — I want to feel your legs against mine!”



Rick smiled and lifted her bottom. He let her legs fall open and entered her in one slow push. She was soaking wet by then, and when he started to rock they produced a wet slapping sound that was music to their ears. He kissed her lips, and Claire said, “You really feel different — You’re not so small at all.”



“It was just the cold,” Rick panted.



“Ow!” Claire said as his cock touched her cervix. “Easy!”



“I didn’t hurt you?” Rick asked.



“No,” she said, “but I’ve never felt that before. Er, John was a good four inches, you know.”



She kissed him again and he slowed down a little, trying to keep from hurting her.



Claire ran her legs against his. Hmm, she thought, so that’s why men like it. She could feel a few hairs stick through the nylon. Maybe I can get him to shave, she thought. Then she pulled him against her and kissed him and held him fast. She came in a shudder. She found to her dismay there were tears on her face and she saw Rick look at them — and then he bent down to her and kissed them off.



“You’re a strange girl,” he whispered, “and I’m not sure why you’re crying, but I like to kiss your tears away.” He smiled a little at her. “They taste good,” he added with a grin.



“Oh,” she said. “You see — if it weren’t for the snow and your clothes being dirty, would you stay till morning?”

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