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My husband and I had always had a wonderful sex life. We would go all night until our bodies would fall victim to the waves of climactic pressure. There was one night, however, I remember more than the others. He thinks I was too drunk to remember anything, but I remember everything…



We had stumbled into the house, laughing, walking into walls. It was a typical night of taking shots of vodka, debating about politics, and taking more shots. We finished off a 1.5 liter bottle of vodka that night.



He walked me to my side of the bed and I lifted my arms up so he could remove my shirt and my bra. My pants came down with ease and I never wear underwear. He laid me down in bed and got in on his side. He had intentions of falling fast asleep. I had other intentions.



He laid his hand on my upper thigh, right where the crease of my stomach meets the fold of my leg. I lay there, back facing him, with thoughts of his thickness thrusting into my inner folds. I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers, then moved his hand up to my right breast. He tried to move it away but I quickly stopped him and placed his hand back on my breast. With my fingers still locked in his, I forced his hand to squeeze and massage my breast. I loved feeling his hands on my body.



“We need to go to bed, baby,” he whispered in my ear.



All I could do was let out a slight moan as his hand grabbed tighter and shook my head “no”.



I rolled over onto my back and his mouth quickly found my nipple with all disregard to the statement he had just made. His tongue swirled against my hardened bud and his teeth grazed the tip and then his whole mouth covered my nipple and he sucked. My hands found way to the top of his head and I grabbed the back of it, then I forced his face further down onto my breast. My pleasure was heightened as he began to suck harder, faster. My moans became more sudden, louder, as his lips defeated my nipple.



His right hand made way down my stomach to the top of my mound. He used his pointer finger and rubbed in slow, gentle circles around my clit. My body started shaking, my eyes rolled back and I found way to my first orgasm of many that night.



He then slid his hand down and his pointer and middle finger found way into my soaking wet abyss. He moaned against my nipple and began thrusting his fingers into me. I found myself thrusting up to meet his rhythm, my moans increasing, my pleasure increasing. I loved feeling his fingers inside of me. I told him to push deeper and he would. I told him to go faster and he did. My body was shivering at the feeling of his fingers being inside of me.



“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand.”



That’s all he had to say. My back arched and a scream belted through my throat. I could feel my toes aching from curling up from the pleasure. I was in climactic heaven.



He slowly removed his fingers then slid on top of me. I bit my lip and looked into his chocolate eyes. My mind was already in a haze from the vodka and the first two orgasms. All I could tell him to do was fuck me.



His throbbing tool slid inside me. A small shrill of pleasure rumbled out of my throat. He began thrusting into me, sliding his thickness as deep as it could go. I dug my nails into his back and begged for more. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly as I could feel the third orgasm coming on. He felt so good.



Then it happened.



Just as I was climaxing, his tool slid out and accidentally peeked its way into my ass. This was a forbidden area to us. I squealed, then a moan shook through me as he removed it.



“I’m so sorry!”



I bit my lower lip and moaned again. “It’s okay. I want you to fuck me in my ass.”



I looked at his face, his eyes widened by my statement. “Are you sure?” he asked.



I nodded.



He advised me to roll over, and I did with no reluctance. He slid his tool back into my pussy and got it well lubricated, and then fireworks went off in my head. Sirens and whistles blew loudly and confetti floated through my mind. His rock hard tool was now deep into my needy ass. His hands found my hips and I begin thrusting back, grinding my ass against him with every move. He reached up further and grabbed my breasts as they bounced to our rhythm. I could feel my body shaking violently, gloriously to this new found pleasure. Our bodies made way to the top of the bed where I found my head banging against the wall. I screamed in pleasure as I came again. He slid out and then replaced his tool into my now gushing pussy, then his fingers replaced the hole in which his tool just left. Was I dreaming?



I came hard against his tool, my body convulsing.



He slid out of me and his other fingers now found way into my pussy, all while he still had one in my ass. He finger fucked my ass and pussy so hard, so fast. I couldn’t contain myself. I begged him to go harder, begged him to smack my ass, begged him for more. He obliged.



As I came again, I knew it was my turn to take care of him. I rolled over and told him to lay down. My hand found its way down to his throbbing, rock hard tool and I wrapped my tiny hand around him. My pasty white hand stroked up and down his milk chocolate tool. I licked my lips then dove in.



My tongue found the tip of his tool and it wriggled around the head for a moment. His moans were a good sign. I then slid my tongue down the length of him and it raced around his balls once before sliding back up to the head. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled on my hair. I took the length of him into my mouth and tightened my grip; my mouth slid up and down his shaft as I sucked on his velvety smooth tool. I swirled my tongue against him as I sucked. His hand was now pushing my head up and down, fast when he wanted, slow when he wanted. I was his slut. I took his entire 7 inches down into my throat, gagging a bit then swallowing him whole. His legs started to shake. He was ready to cum and I was ready to take it.



His moans became louder, his grip on my hair tighter, then I felt the warm stream of cum shoot into my mouth. I quickly sucked the cum up, milked him dry, and then swallowed the salty sweet nectar that my love had just given me. I felt his tool beginning to back down and I gave it one last suck before releasing my grip. I laid my head down on his thigh and rubbed on him for a few more minutes with the tips of my fingers before I found the strength to move back up to the fold of his arms, give him a deep kiss, and fall right to sleep.



He claims it was World War II of Fucking that night. I played innocent, acting as though I fell victim to the alcohol. He still smiles about that night when we mention it, and even though I still play innocent to this day, a smile still lingers and a yearning still burns on the inside.

With her skirt off and now hanging neatly from a peg on the door, Lisa turned me towards the wall and had me support my weight on the handrail as Kris had done earlier. She took the belt out of my hand with a sly grin and asked Kris to blindfold me with my tie.



“Assume the position,” she laughed.



I managed a mock protest as Kris looped my tie around my head and began tightening it. My last image before everything went dark was Lisa standing there in very sexy navy blue panties unbuttoning her top. When I leaned over, she smacked me with the belt. It stung a little bit, but not too bad. She took two more swats and I jumped a little bit.



“Oh, was that too much?” asked Lisa, sarcastically. “I hope that didn’t hurt.”



Kris had evidently been looking at my cock during this time. I was beginning to get hard again. She kissed my cheek, took my girth in her hand, and started stroking me slowly.



“I think he is going to be just fine,” Kris reported to Lisa. “Look at this thing.”



With that, Lisa smacked me a fourth time. After that blow, she rubbed her hands on my ass, feeling the warmth of my now-reddened skin. The two of them slowly turned me around and I felt two different sets of hands touching me as they whispered to each other. Their hands were not the same size or temperature and, as they took turns jerking me off, I began to feel that familiar tightening in my balls. The sensation was really getting to me and I announced that I wasn’t going to last too much longer.



“Shhh. No talking,” said Lisa. To emphasize the point, she said, “open your mouth.” I did as she instructed and Lisa stuffed her panties into my mouth as a gag. It was a funny moment and I heard the two of them chuckle.



Next, they started taking turns sucking my cock. It was incredible. I couldn’t tell who was who. They each took their time with me, slowly taking my whole length in their mouths and licking my pre-cum to share with each other. Listening to them murmur to each other, I was as stiff as I could ever remember being. I tried so hard not to cum that I started clenching my stomach muscles to the point that they were shaking.



There comes a point where you just can’t hold back any longer, now matter how determined you are, and I was at that point. Whoever’s turn it was, I wasn’t sure, but this game of musical chairs was just about over. I grabbed head and hair and just mouth-fucked whichever one it was relentlessly. I went completely rigid and cum spewed out of my cock. It felt like one continuous rope coming out of me. I wasn’t aware of my breathing at all just moments ago, but I now realized I was panting like a dog, completely out of breath.



My curiosity got the best of me and I yanked the blindfold off. I looked down to see who it was. There was Lisa, on her knees, smiling but also very short of breath. She wiped my cum off her cheeks and lips and chin. Lisa offered a sticky finger to Kris, who sucked it clean and said, “mmm. Nice.”



I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot I still had Lisa’s panties in my mouth. Lisa and Kris continued tasting my cum and I just stood there dumbstruck, watching them. Lisa’s phone rang. It was Flaherty, but she let it go to voice mail. She took a look at her new Rolex and said, “He usually doesn’t call this late. I wonder what he wants?”



Lisa stood up and Kris immediately went to work on her pussy, probing Lisa’s wet slit with her fingers. I was mesmerized watching the two of them press their bodies together; breast to breast, nipple to nipple.



Lisa’s phone buzzed again, but this time it was a text message. She was having a moment – right now — and didn’t hear her phone at all. With Kris’s mouth on her clit and her own two fingers deep inside herself, Lisa bucked and shimmied and moaned.



“Yes, yes. Oh my God, that feels amazing. Faster,” Lisa cried.



Lisa looked at me, noticing that I was sidelined at the moment. “Are you getting off on this? Are you enjoying it?” she asked me.



“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Very glad to be here.” To ratchet things up further, I tried to turn the tables on her, conjuring some of the same memorable commentary that Lisa herself used on Kris. It was either going to fail miserably or work out great. Go big or go home, I figured.



“How about you, you dirty little cunt? Did you enjoy sucking my dick? You were down on your knees, in a bar, sucking me off like a little whore. Wiping my cum off your face! Did you like that? Did you like how my cum tasted? Did you like having me shoot my load in your mouth? All over your face? I can see my cum in your hair even now, you little slut. I am not done either. I am going to bend you over and fuck you in the ass. And you are going to take all of it. Every vein, every inch.”



Lisa was melting into a puddle with each passing minute. She mumbled something to me, almost unintelligibly.



“I can’t hear you,” I said.



“Yes,” she screamed. “Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to do that to me, now.”



Just the idea of me violating her anally made Lisa grab Kris’s face and grind her pussy against it. Lisa frantically humped Kris’s nose and chin, grabbing fistfuls of Kris’s hair to control the action. I witnessed her reaching deep within herself for a breathtaking orgasm. Kris softly licked Lisa’s clit again and again as Lisa had a shattering climax. After they slowed down, the two friends embraced and smothered each other with kisses.



Lisa’s phone buzzed once again. “What the hell is going on? I guess I should call him back.”



Reluctantly, we all started getting dressed. Once we were ready to make our exit, the girls left the restroom first. To help me sneak out, they remained standing near the door. The signal that it was ok for me to emerge was two knocks. I opened the door and slid into place behind them, glancing around to see if anybody was looking. We walked quickly to the elevator and made our way down to the hotel lobby.



“I am going to give Flaherty a quick call,” said Lisa. “Please excuse me for a minute.”



To give her some privacy, Kris and I went outside to catch some fresh air and to hail a taxi. Lisa joined us shortly thereafter and informed us that she had some interesting news.



“Our company has just been acquired by CPVision in London. They got a very good price, too. Flaherty is going to move over there and serve as SVP — Global Sales. Our CEO is cashing out. He will serve out a six-month advisory tenure to the CPVision Board to help facilitate the integration of the two firms, but after that he’s gone.”



Lisa looked at us closely and let the news sink in for a moment. I suddenly realized that with the change of control, my stock options would vest immediately rather than the customary three years. With no lock-up period, I would be free to cash out right away too, although on a much smaller scale than the CEO.



“Flaherty has offered me his old position,” Lisa continued. “I am going to be the new North American VP of Sales. They are going to announce it during the sales meeting tomorrow morning. Kris, I assume that Flaherty is going to want to take you with him to London. He has been trying to reach you, too.”



Kris took her phone out of her purse and noticed that her battery had died at some point.



“I will call him when we get back to the hotel,” she said. “London would be amazing. I would move there in a heartbeat.”



This was truly great news for each of us, financially. However, Lisa was now going to be my boss. The potential awkwardness of the situation dawned on me and I didn’t think it would be fair to put Lisa in the compromising position of sleeping with one of her subordinates. She had paid her dues with this company and I had only been around for a short while. She shouldn’t have to jeopardize this opportunity by starting out on the wrong foot.



Back at the hotel, Kris went to her room to return Flaherty’s call. I suggested to Lisa that we go up to the bar for a celebratory drink.



Sitting at the bar, I said “Listen, I have been thinking about starting my own company for a while now. This particular trip notwithstanding, I have been a little bit bored lately and it feels like the right time to do something different.”



“I see,” Lisa responded.



“Do you have any plans for next weekend?” I asked. “We should sneak away to Miami; celebrate your promotion with a beach trip. I have a friend who owns a great bar down there, right on Lincoln Road. He makes a terrific mojito.”



“That sounds like fun,” Lisa replied. “I have a ton of hotel points. We can stay at the W in South Beach. Besides, I have a few ideas that might cure your boredom.”



The End :-)

So this is my first publication to this site, though I have quite a few other, tamer, stories floating around the web. I have read so many stories and just haven’t found exactly what I was looking for, so I decided to finally write it myself. Please enjoy just as much as I did writing it.



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The Slaves of a Goddess



Chapter One



In a World where Gods and Goddesses ruled the land, where mythical creatures roamed, and where Halflings, and other creatures were taken as slaves to feed the Gods’ unhuman sexual appetites; there was one Goddess in general, a Goddess of the elements, who’s sexual appetites were tame compared to her brothers and sisters, but darker than those of her mortal counterparts.



This Goddess ruled in her own Kingdom, so great was her power, and had gathered three slaves over her young 300 years, not dabbling in random erotic acts like her brothers, or taking a Harem like her sisters. She still treated her slaves at her whim, and they kept her well satisfied, which was hard for an insatiable Goddess. Her name was Melina.



Her first slave she enslaved on her orientation to womanhood. She found him in the woods, starved and wounded. She gave him food, which she sent for as she herself didn’t need any nourishment in the form of mortal food and water, and healed him with her power. He was a Halfling, bred for enslavement, and yet had been cast away due to his weak body. He was unable to sustain beatings without becoming broken.



She had taken him in, and placed her own enslavement mark around his neck tying his soul with her own. Her mark prevented him from betraying her, physically or emotionally and allowed her to always know what he was feeling, what he wanted and where he was at all times. He was also able to feel her presence whether 10 feet away or 10 000 000 feet away. He was of the feline – humanoid species.



He had a long feline tail, large feline ears and a cat-like tongue, but that was where the Halflings morphology finished. Other than that he was all mortal. His talent lied in licking her pussy, especially with his rough tongue on her clit. His name was Athos.



Her second slave she had found at an illegal otherworldly sex slave auction when she reaching her prime in her control of her powers. She had heard about it from one of her brothers who always found out about them due to his fetish for young creatures not yet reached maturity. The auction was like a cesspool of illegally obtained young creatures from other worlds.



“Exotic” creatures were what he called them. She had seen him at the very end of the auction, hidden away with lots of Gods and Goddesses yelling out bids to own him. He was what they called a ‘shapeshifter’. A creature humanoid in their original shape, but without distinct features, who is able to morph into any creature they could think of. They had telepathic powers that allowed them to see into their masters heads (when enslaved) and fulfil their deepest and darkest fantasies without even being asked.



They were a rarity and were treated as such, once enslaved were never allowed out of whatever prison they were sent to.



She had immediately wanted him as soon as she saw him, especially when he turned his featureless head towards her and seemed to shimmer, becoming her beloved Athos standing there in chains, shivering and afraid. She had known right then and there that he belonged with her, to satisfy her urges and needs. Without further ado, she had swept up her gown and shifted to the front of the stage in a flash of fire, standing holding his chain and throwing a handful of jewels, more than any of the Deity’s in the crowd could ever hope to own, to the slave owner and placed her mark of ownership on the cowering Athos-look-alike with a wave of her hand.



She had felt the gratefulness coming off him in waves as he had snuggled into her thigh and looked up at her with eyes that didn’t belong on him. Her brother had tried to bribe and blackmail him off of her, but she had just waved him off each time, and finally he had given up.



He had no name, so she had named him ‘Ina’, meaning ‘one of all’ in the Olden language. Often than not he took the form of a young, muscular, well-endowed elven man with dark shoulder-length hair who made her cry out louder than she ever had with Athos. He fulfilled her darkest fantasies that she could never have spoken aloud without a batter of an eyelash and even seemed to enjoy himself with Athos watching with awe. His talent lied in fucking her in every way imaginable.



Her last slave that she had collected was a young Thian male who she had rescued from an unimaginably horrific God after she had slayed him, her first kill, for breaking the Unspoken Law. He had been in a dark damp basement for goodness knows how long, chained to a wall, with whip marks and burn marks scattered across his body.



It had taken two weeks for his body to heal enough for him to be able to speak to her, his new Master. Unfortunately, at the time, she had been unable to let him go free because of his conditioning over however long he had been with that unholy God. He couldn’t go without a cock up his ass for too long, and was unable to find release without a small amount of pain, usually in the form of humiliation or spanking.



Luckily for him, and her, she was able to take the form of a God’s sexual appendage. She only had to will it and a cock grew from her Goddess’s mound, still allowing her pussy to remain. She could grow it to any length or thickness to accommodate, and felt every nerve rendering pleasure that any God would have.



A Thian was a species bred from mortals who could heal their own bodies and others with just a touch of a hand. They were always tall in statue and strong in nature. A Thian male was always born with dark blue hair and the women with bright red. The woman were born with four breasts and towered over the men. They were rough in nature and the men were the ones who tended to the young. His name was Tyron. His talent lied in licking her asshole, or being used by her shecock.



Though she had three slaves that tended to her every need, whenever she needed it and sometimes before she even knew she needed it, she had always felt like she was missing something. Like her own small ‘Harem’ was incomplete. It was on a dark cloudless day that she had found another slave to fill an emptiness of her Harem.



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“Melina, surely you have the time to come to the Trade with me?” I pretended not to hear my brother as I swirled a small tornado around my fingertips. He had been trying to get me to go with him to this Celegh Trade for weeks now. I don’t know how many times I had told him that I didn’t need another slave, and therefore couldn’t be bothered mingling with the lower class at one of these Trades. “You could always get a companion for one of your pets.” Again with that word. He didn’t believe in monogamy, instead he whored himself out to any slave he could get his hands on.



“They are not my ‘pets’, Alej. I don’t know how many times we have had this conversation. I do not need to look elsewhere as they keep me well entertained.” To illustrate my point I ran my hand down the back of Athos, who at that moment was curled at my feet and purring. He honestly was the cutest thing. He would always be my first and foremost.



Ina was currently standing behind me, watching with those intelligent eyes of his. Nothing escaped him and I kept him close at all times, just in case one of my brothers or sisters decided to deceive me. His telepathic abilities really were a lovely bonus. So useful to. Tyron, my last slave, was currently tied up in one of my main playrooms with a phallus vibrating up his ass because he was a naughty boy and forgot to thank me for his 100th spank.



“Melina, please? Kira and Utah won’t come with me, and I really want someone else’s opinion before I buy.” There he goes again with his whining and snivelling. No wonder my sister’s had decided they had better things to do.



“If you find me a new Hellis plant, I’ll come with you this one time and make sure you don’t buy some flea-bitten Celegh girl.” I said it as if I didn’t care, but if he found me a Hellis plant I would have gone to any Trade he ever wanted for the rest of his eternal life.



“Melina, really? A Hellis plant… but they are so… eugh, they are so rude and just want to eat you all the time.” He shuddered and I couldn’t help but remember his last run in with my old Hellis; it had taken a chunk right out of his hand – painful for a while, but easily healed. He had killed my Hellis with his power over the sun. Shrivelled my poor baby up right then and there.



Since then, I had been searching the Gorah forests, but had yet to find a seedling. You need to harvest as a seedling so they imprint on you. Such great guard plants, always letting me know when there is an intruder – mainly by eating them, but what can you do?



“That’s my proposition. You know it’s easy for you to find one, just send Tori after one. Our brother practically adores you; he’ll do anything for you.” Tori was only young still, not yet reached his orientation into his Godly status, and looked up to Alej like he was his one shining light. Why, I have no idea, to me Alej is a great buffoon who only thinks with his cock and doesn’t help the unfortunate like he should be at his status.



“Fine, Melina, you win. Grab your cloak; we don’t want anyone recognising the great Melina!” He said it mockingly, but it was true; if anyone recognised me they may wish to attack me. Especially in illegal Trading like this one, were they steal young Celegh woman for their own profit.



Celegh woman were highly sought after, for their perky bosoms, lack of gag reflex and their unbreakable inner muscles that won’t tear no matter what you shove inside them. They were also very beautiful, and very rare to come by. To traffic one was a felony, but once enslaved there was no unbroken law. Our Unspoken Law was strange sometimes, but it was what we lived by and what had helped us through a millennia of peaceful living.



With a sweep of my hand a dark cloak covered myself and Ina from head to toe. Alej just grunted, knowing I would not leave my telepathic slave at home. He was so much more useful at the Trade, warning me if anyone recognised me and allowing me to defend myself in time. I gave my beautiful pouting Athos one last scratch behind the ear and a sloppy kiss on the mouth before Alej waved his hand and we disappeared in a burst of light.

Angela quickly trotted down the hallway towards her parent’s hotel room. She was half dreading and half smiling about what she had to do now. Dreading her father’s reaction but happy for her sister and what she had decided to do. A quick and confident knock on the door.



“It’s open, come in,” her dad barked.



“Hey dad,” Angela said softly now. His grumpiness took her by surprise. Maybe he already knew.



“What?” he groaned.



“I don’t think there is going to be a wedding today,” she said quickly.



“The hell there isn’t,” he cried. “He might be an idiot but I’m not letting him ruin her big day. He can’t get off that easy.”



“Does your sister know?” he asked.



“Geez, I hope not,” he quipped to himself mostly.



“If she knows can you settle her down for me and let her know it’s going to be okay?”



“And where the hell is Derek?” he rattled off questions quickly now. “Where did he disappear to last night? I thought he was watching him so he wouldn’t get into trouble.”



Angela tried to process the information as she answered him absentmindedly. “He’s on a plane with her heading to……. Wait, what are you talking about?” Her head tilted in confusion as she looked at him.



“Quit fucking playing games Angela,” he croaked angrily. He was jumping around on one foot trying to get his shoe on the other. Angela gasped at the sharpness of his comment. He almost never used foul language.



“Tell your sister the wedding will be delayed a few hours but it’s going to happen. We just have to bail Mark out.”



Angela cocked her head again in confusion. “Bail Mark out,” she repeated, trying to wrap her mind around what was being said.



“Yeah,” he sighed annoyed now. “He got arrested last night and needs to be bailed out. That’s why the wedding is off. That’s what you came to tell me, isn’t it?”



“Well,” Angela said innocently. “Kind of.”



“Gee fucking wiz,” he shouted. His foot tapped on the floor impatiently. “Out with it.”



“Only if you settle down and not blow a gasket,” she now fired back.



He plopped down into a chair and took a few deep breaths. “Ok,” he sighed now calm.



“Jessica left,” Angela revealed.



“Left as in how?” he started firing off questions again. “Left to look for Mark, left to get him out of jail, left to get some air and think about this, or left as in gone.”



“Gone,” Angela smiled. She couldn’t help herself.



“This isn’t funny Angela,” he groaned. “Where did she go and why?”



“She had a change of heart and she left this morning.”



“Where?” he ordered.



“That’s not for me to say,” Angela replied holding her hand up. “Jessica will tell you when she is ready.”



“I spent all this time and money and effort on this day and all you can tell me is she left,” he cried, shaking his hands in the air wildly. He looked like a mad man.



“That’s right,” Angela smiled again. “Jessica is making her own path in life. She will tell you when she is ready. As for the money, I’m sure somebody will make it up to you.”



He rubbed his eyes with thumb and pointer finger before snapping his head up and looked at Angela.



“Derek,” he croaked.



***



“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Jessica sighed. She walked off the elevator on the top floor at the condo complex. I reached back and took my small travel bag before walking off. She walked slowly through the living room and took in the view. I stopped to watch her move. Looked so good right now with the late evening sun shining in the windows on her skin. Skin still flawless and perfect as she radiated beauty while she moved about. The white dress she was still in flowed across the floor.



“What?” she asked, suddenly aware of my gaze.



“You look so beautiful right now,” I replied.



“You just want to fuck me,” she teased.



“Well, yes, but you are perfect right now.”



My bag tipped over as I let it go and took her in my arms. Felt so good to pull her into my arms. Knew that she was all mine now as my lips pressed into hers. So soft as we kissed. Bodies melting into one another as our tongues tangled. Hands wrapped around the nap of her neck at her hair line. Moved her effortlessly towards the couch.



She yielding to my guidance. Letting herself fall to the couch and waiting for me to settle on top of her. Pressing her into the leather as our lips met again. Fingers creeping up her leg starting at her calf. Softly curving over her knee towards her center. Touching her center and slipping into her wetness. Pausing for a second to look at her. Panties had covered her earlier on the plane. She just smiled and pulled me back into her kiss.



Figure that one out later I thought as I slid down between her legs. She opened them and pulled her dress into a pile in her lap. Her pink wetness exposed as the sun made it glisten. Lips puffy with excitement as I gently took her garter into my teeth and pulled it over her smooth leg. Slipped it down over her foot and flipped it off to the side.



Fingers curling around her legs as I moved my mouth to her cunny. Sliding them up and feeling her skin under my touch. Loved her skin. Fingers parting her skin at her center as my tongue dipped in. Her taste still pure and perfect. Lapping her wetness as she dribbled out. Her one hand grabbing the armrest, the other curled into my hair and guided me.



Little whimpers escaped her lips as my tongue pressed her clit. Flattened out over it and wiggling it with firm pressure. Legs curled around my back as she pulled me into her. Couldn’t see her face from the pile of dress but I knew that look. Little nose was wrinkled as her breath caught sharply in her throat with a moan. Head tilted and neck exposed as her sounds met my ears. Pure bliss.



My hand left her lips and went to my pants. Wanted to get some relief myself as I pulled them loose. My cock popping out as my other hand pressed into her. She was dripping, sopping wet now as I pressed three knuckles deep into her.



“Fuck, cumming,” she yelped.



Kept lapping but wishing I could see her face. Always so priceless as she came. Never a letdown as she soaked my fingers and tongue. Pressed into her and held deep as my tongue now gently circled her clit. Letting her calm down but keeping her stimulated.



“Hmmm,” she growled softly as I pulled my shirt over my head. My cock pointing straight out at her. Dripping with precum as I centered myself between her legs. My head pressed into her lips. Opening them up and parting her as we became one again. The first time for forever. Sliding down her velvet tunnel until I bumped her end.



Her legs squeezing around my waist as I bumped her. Leaned in and kissed her again. Knowing she could taste herself on my kiss. Biting my lower lip as I retraced my path out of her tunnel. Just the tip parting her, opening her up as I changed course and pushed in. A soft rise and fall now as we fucked.



“You didn’t even try to get me out of my dress,” she cooed.



“Hmmm,” I growled. “It’s more complicated than us.”



Her little girl giggles. Loved the way it sounded to my ears and the way it vibrated against my tongue as we kissed again. Loved to feel her. Felt so right. Felt so good right now. Couldn’t hold on any longer.



She spoke before I could. “Yes, cum with me.” Started right then. Filling her unprotected womb with my seed. Wasn’t worried about that now. Would figure all that out later. She was mine, that was all that mattered now. Filled her. Splashed her walls as we still kissed. Resting now. Just softly pawing at each other as she smiled so content now.



“Bravo,” a voice cheered. Clapping coupled the cheer.



“Great, not now,” I groaned.



“That was quite a show,” Carmen, the black hair beauty, said.



Jessica tipped her head upside down and looked over the back of the couch to see who was there. Never missing a beat she chimed in. “You should have gotten me naked, I didn’t know we were going to have an audience. We could have put on a better show.”



“I think I saw enough,” Carmen said annoyed. “Watching isn’t my thing.”



“You could have joined us,” Jessica teased.



That caught me by surprise as she turned back towards me now. She knew that one would get my attention. I couldn’t let her get one up on me.



“You’ve been with girls?” I asked.



Her laugh, so pure and innocent as she tried to speak. “Just experimented a little, nothing serious.”



“With who?” I asked.



“Hmmm,” she growled. “Can’t say.”



“Angela,” I said almost too quickly.



Her jaw opened wide giving her cover away.



“You shit,” Jessica laughed more.



“How do you know all my secrets?” she giggly asked.



I could only laugh a little evil laugh.



“No big deal, right?” Jessica asked a little worried. “Me and you from now on, right?”



“Only,” I replied.



“Hello,” Carmen barked now, annoyed she had been forgotten. Arms folded with a scowl on her face.



Jessica and I parted as we both sat up on the couch. Carmen circled the couch to stand before us now. Jessica draped what she could of her dress over my lap to try and hide me. I laughed a little at the gesture.



“Who’s that?” Jessica whispered to me making a mockery of the situation. She did it loud enough so Carmen could hear it. She had to have some idea of who this was.



“I’m his girlfriend,” Carmen barked, still very annoyed by everything.



“Girlfriend,” I countered. “Hardly.”



“It’s okay,” Jessica offered. “I almost got married, I understand if you’ve had other, endeavors.”



“Hardly! Endeavors!” Carmen now fumed.



“I’m in your bed every night,” she cried with attitude. One hand on her hip the other pointing at the bedroom.



“And you never wake up in my bed in the morning do you?” I asked. “You don’t even have a tooth brush here.”



“Well,” Carmen searched.



“She is what I have been after for the past five years now. I think our relationship has to take a step back. We can be friends but not with benefits anymore.”



“What about everything we have been through?” she asked. “How do you think I feel or don’t you care?”



“You told me to go and get her as I recall,” I stated factually now. “It was, ‘be stupid for you to let her get away if that’s how you feel’. I took your advice and now here she is.”



“You are something else,” Carmen sneered.



“I think it’s time for you to go,” Jessica offered. “Take some time and sort things out. The friends offer will be there but if you can’t handle that then maybe you shouldn’t come around anymore.”



Carmen stormed out. I leaned over and picked the phone up.



“Hey Winston,” I said into it. “Yeah, I’m back. Listen, don’t let Carmen back into the building for now ok. Too much drama.”



Jessica could only smile as I set the phone down and looked at her.



“Sorry about that,” I offered.



“No, no, it’s ok. Like I said I understand you have been with other people so I’m ok with it. The past is the past. We are moving forward from here.”



“Yeah, but I didn’t want you to have to deal with that first thing.”



She could only shrug.



“I’m going to get some clothes on,” I said. “You want to get out of that dress and into something more comfortable?”



“I’m guessing you don’t have anything for me to wear so I’m going to have to use one of your shirts.”



“On contraire,” I retorted. “I have clothes for you. I always had hope you would come around.”



“You really do love me don’t you?” she asked so honestly.



“With all my heart,” I said taking her hand.



“I’m glad I chose you.”



We stood in the bedroom. I started unlacing her dress. Unhooked all the intricate buttons on the sides. Tickling her sides and behind her knees as I exposed her skin. She soaked it in. Loved to be touched and worshipped as I took my time removing her dress. No way was this what she had dreamed of when she was a little girl thinking about her wedding day. Couldn’t have thought she would have run away with her cousin and he would be the one undressing her. But in that moment, everything was right in her world. Finally the dress opened and exposed her back. I slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stood and kissed her neck. She tilted it, exposing her flesh and yielding to my lips. Just a tease as she pulled away.



“Get dressed and let’s order some food. I’m starving.”



I changed and headed back into the living room. Walked by the bed and noticed the bra and panties still remained there but the shorts and T were gone. Wedding dress still crumpled in a pile where I had left it.



“Don’t you ever wear panties anymore?” I asked.



“I’m at home now,” she said so easily. “I don’t need them.”



“What about the plane? You had them on when we were in flight.”



“Hmmm, I know,” she growled. “Had to take them off after you tried to touch me. I was wet and uncomfortable. I was hoping you would continue but a nap was more important apparently.”



“You didn’t notice the way the guy sitting diagonal was looking at you,” I said.



“Oh, I noticed. Didn’t let it bother me.”



I chuckled a little. Same old Jessica.



“There is something that is bothering me though,” she said after a long pause.



I looked at her and wondered.



“Be honest please,” she started. “I want no skeletons in the closet between us. I played this dumb little game and drug you along for a good chunk of five years, so, if you did things that might hurt me if I find them out from the wrong people I want to know. We are starting fresh from here. Me and you together forever but I don’t want any surprises.”



“Ask away,” I said.



“How did you know about me and Angela?”



“It doesn’t really matter does it?” I asked.



“I just told you, there can be no secrets. We were never a couple until you took me into your arms today at the airport. That was the first moment for the rest of our lives. Whatever you have done is in the past. I can forgive you for almost anything. So, please tell me.”



Looked so intense as she waited on me. Brown eyes watching mine as I studied her face. Knew it was important for her to know the truth even though there wasn’t much to tell.



“Do you remember that time we were on the couch?” I began.



“We spent a lot of times on the couch,” she giggled. The giggle was a welcome relief.



“Aunt Donna’s 60th birthday party, that narrow it down?” Her head tilted in thought as we both sat down now. I sipped my water as she smiled so big now. Yeah, she remembered.



“We were on the couch all snuggled up together under the blanket. You were wearing that loose jean skirt. No panties of course.”



Guilty little smile crossed her lips now. Thinking back I could only remember a few times she wore any panties at all.



“You kept grinding on me as we watched the game. I pulled my cock from my shorts and shoved it right into your ass crack. Thought you would turn me down with all those people around.”



“But I didn’t, did I,” she smiled.



“You were so wet,” I recalled. My cock stirring as I was talking now. “Tipped your hips back and I slipped right on in. So worried about getting busted but not wanting to stop.”



“You felt so good that day,” Jessica interrupted.



“Gently I pressed into you deep and hard. Not stirring too much to draw attention to us as we fucked right in the open with everyone there. So daring that I didn’t last long.”



“I didn’t either,” she teased.



“Filled you right on the couch as your dad starting calling for me to help him with the ice and coolers.”



“You looked so guilty as you climbed over me and went out to help him,” she joked.



“I had just fucked you right on the couch and now everyone was looking at us. Hell I was still cumming as I pulled myself back into my shorts.”



She laughed so hard then. Slapped her hands on the table as I turned red with embarrassment still to this day.



“What did that have to do with Angela?” she asked after finally stopping.



“I helped him. Half an hour, 45 minutes, I helped him. Felt like everyone was watching me and knew what had happened. Finally I got away and went to the bathroom. Splashed some on my face as I looked in the mirror.”



“The lights went out suddenly as I felt someone behind me. Thought it was you as I starting tell the person that I thought we were so going to get busted.”



“‘Oh, but you did,’ the voice whispered. I flipped on the lights and was stunned it was Angela.”



“Oh shit,” Jessica gasped.



“That’s what I said too.”



“‘Yeah, I saw you,’ Angela admitted. ‘Knew what was going on under the covers in Florida too.’ I was about to panic when she smiled.”



“‘Want to fuck another cousin?’ she asked. Thought she was going to try and blackmail me, us. I tried not to laugh but it slipped out a little.”



“What did she do next?” Jessica asked on the edge of her seat.



“Looked very annoyed at my laughter. That’s when I explained to her it was more than just fucking my cousin. I had strong feelings for you. Loved you. Was waiting for you and what we had agreed on. Begged her not to tell anyone, not even you about this. Told her I would find a way to pay her back if she kept quiet.”



“Why didn’t you want me to know?” Jessica now asked. “It isn’t like you had sex with her, or did you?”



“No, nothing like that. I didn’t want you to worry about anyone else finding out. Didn’t want to scare you off. I just didn’t want to complicate things any further. I thought a million things that day in the bathroom, all of them ended with you running away. I thought that it would be best if she just kept quiet.”



“That’s when she asked me if I was sure if it was love on your end. Wondered if you felt the same way as I did. I didn’t understand what she meant. That’s when she told me you two had fooled around. Nothing like what we were doing but some kissing and touching. I didn’t know if I should believe her or not. I just trusted my gut and felt it was true but that you weren’t using me.”



“I’m sorry you had to find out that way,” Jessica offered. “That day was the last time.”



“You had both of us that day?” I now questioned.



She turned crimson. Wasn’t trying to let that one out of the bag. Too late now.



“Jessica,” I sighed. “No secrets, your rules.”



She took a breath. “Ok, here goes. Please don’t be mad.”



“The past is the past,” I quickly reminded her.



“After our fun on the couch I had a little mess I had to clean up. Well, a big mess but you get the idea. I was so horny that day and you do things to me I can’t explain. If my dad hadn’t called you, we would have fucked again right there. I wanted to cum again so badly. I rolled from the couch and went to the bathroom to clean myself.”



“Angela followed me in there. Now it makes sense, she knew what was going on. Could tell I was still horny. Used that against me. Felt my nipples and used her fingers. Pushed me on the counter and went down on me. The first and only time. She had to have tasted you in me.”



“I pulled myself together and stopped her. Left her in the bathroom. Started walking. I missed everything. The cake, the toast, the gifts, I just couldn’t see Angela.”



“I was wondering where you were,” I added.



“I told Angela that we couldn’t do that anymore. Nothing, no touching, no kissing, nothing. I had strong feelings for you but I was fighting it. Didn’t want that to get out and ruin me and you. Just wanted her and I to be as normal as possible. She understood that way too easy as well. Makes sense why now.”



“A few weeks after that, I went to therapy for the first time. Wanted answers and help for what I had gotten myself into with her. I didn’t consistently go and I didn’t say anything about us until that time you flew up for the night. Felt so confused about everything I was feeling. Knew I loved you but knew it was wrong. Used Mark to try and fill in for you.”



“I’m past that now. I stopped going about two months ago. I know what I want and I’m not turning back now. Me and you, forever.”



An odd silence came between us now. We never had this kind of quiet when we were together. Both of us just thinking. Taking in what had been revealed about our past and how they were connected in an odd way. Angela was something else.

“Angela ever tell you she knew?” I asked.



“This morning. Kept her word to you all this time. Hope you kept your word to her and are going to make it up to her.”



“Got a trust in her name,” I replied. “Gets it when she turns 21 next month. She can do whatever she wants with it.”



She smiled at me softly now. Testing the waters about how I felt about everything she had told me. I still had to know something.



“So, if that wasn’t the first time, when was it?” I asked.



“The clubs and the lake always got me into trouble,” she laughed. “Drinking at a club. We kissed. Continued drinking at the lake on the dock. Just used our fingers on each other.”



“What did you tell her?” I asked. “If you didn’t tell her about us I mean.”



“I had just met Mark so I used him as an excuse.”



“Was it that long ago?” I asked.



“Forever ago,” she sighed.



“Anything else you want to know?” I asked.



“Only if it is going to hurt me if I find out from somebody else.”



“Carmen is going to be a pain in the ass,” I warned. “Girl is head over heels in love with me and she won’t give up that easy. We may have to move.”



******



“Morning beautiful,” I whispered.



“Hey babe,” she chirped. Smiled and stretched out on the bed. Kicked the covers off her sensual body and stretched hard. Arms and legs curling. Back arched off the bed, smile never leaving her face.



“Sleep well?” I asked. Leaned in for a kiss. Gentle little pecks on the lips as she cupped my face. My cock was swelling already. Something about her this morning. Maybe the early morning sun on her face. Brown eyes glowing against her now tan face. Florida had brought her tan back nicely since we got here.



“I slept like a baby,” she sighed. Rolled from the bed and simply floated towards the bathroom. Body looked so perfect now. Sun hitting her skin with the softest kiss. Deep tan all over, not a tan line on her body. Ass a perfect heart shape as she glanced back. Little dimples at the small of her back. My eyes burning holes into her backside as she moved with grace.



“I’ll be ready in a minute,” she said as she slipped around the door frame and into the bathroom.



She appeared five minutes later in her lycra running suit. We headed down to run the beach. We stopped just outside the lobby under the cover of the car port and started stretching. Watching her move so effortlessly. Pants pulling tight over that ass. No panty lines of any sort wrinkled her skin tight pants. Just the little folds of her lips as her fingers touched her toes. We stretched this way for a few minutes before we were ready.



“Two or three miles today?” I asked.



“I think I can do three,” she paused. “And a half.”



We started out. Ran side by side for a while. Curved along the sidewalks of the upscale condo complex while making our way to the beach. Hit the sand and ran down the beach. Only a few die hard beach bums were ever out in the morning. We ran for a while before I slowed just a little and got behind her. She all the while knew what I was doing.



Reached the halfway point and made a wide swing so we didn’t break stride. My eyes studied her as we headed back towards the condo complex. Watched her pony tail bounce from side to side with each step. Arms swinging opposite her stride as she pushed along the sand with minimal effort. Hour glass figure tapered down to her hips. The flatness of her back interrupted by the perfect rise of her ass cheeks. They climbed away from her body like two perfect half heart shaped hills. Each impact on the sand making them ripple under the tight gray lycra. Watched the ripple start where her ass creased her pants all the way up to her back. Could watch this flawlessness all day if I had to. My cock on the other hand couldn’t. It swelled at the sight of the goddess like feature knowing that the gray was the only thing hiding perfection.



Caught her glancing over her shoulder at me. Pushed her legs harder and pulled ahead a few strides before I reacted and pushed to pull even with her. One last look at her ass before I tried to pull even with her again. Noticed the triangle of sweat that started to turn her pants a darker shade of gray on the top. Made me just that much hungrier for her.



Her soft flower scent filled my nose as she played around a little. Cutting me off and blocking me from pulling even with her. Loved to play these little games with me. Loved how much fun she was to be with. I tried to cut around her but she blocked me again. Smack.



“Ouch,” she cried. It was the first time I had slapped her ass during our runs.



“Jerk,” she joked as she grabbed at my swollen member. “Bad boy.”



I just laughed and tried to concentrate on a consistent stride. Pulling even with her at this point in the run was almost as bad as being behind her. Nipples were rock solid now as they jutted out from her chest. Her eyes glanced sideways at me as she leaned over and bumped me with her hip. It sent me a little off balance as I sped ahead a little more. I glanced back at her. The space where her legs came together. Little camel toe greeted my eyes as she smiled at me. Knowing full well what I was seeing. Loved me looking at her body.



We pulled even before she bumped my hip again. I bumped back as she hit me. I reached down and adjusted myself.



“You do it to yourself,” she puffed.



“Can’t help what I see and what I like.”



A soft laugh as we both now concentrated.



“Ready?” I asked. She nodded. I pushed the pace faster now for the last half mile or so.



We both breathed hard as we paced around and recovered.



“Good run Jess,” I said. “Best one so far. How do you feel?”



“I feel good,” she chirped. “A lot better than two weeks ago when I started running.”



“Think you could do it again, right now?” I asked.



“Now you’re pushing it Buster,” she teased.



“Hey, two weeks of running and you are doing three plus miles, that’s good,” I cheered.



“Tomorrow we do four,” she said firmly.



I snapped to attention and saluted her.



“Ass,” she teased. Took my hand and started through the parking lot to the room.



“What are we going to do today?” I asked her. Didn’t answer me as she studied something.



“Wow, look at your truck,” Jessica exclaimed.



“Fucking Carmen,” I groaned.



“Give me your phone so I can call her and try to resolve this.”



“I told you she was crazy. It’s up in the house.”



I wiped my finger across the window and smeared the word ‘player’ written on my side. ‘Slut’ was covering the passenger side window. It was clay paint pen and not permanent but still highly annoying.



Jessica headed up to the house as I found Winston.



“I need my truck washed again.”



“That’s the third time this week,” he said shocked.



“You need to keep Carmen off the grounds and you won’t need to wash it.”



“I will work on both,” he said.



“Listen, Carmen,” I heard Jessica say as I found her on the patio. “You can accept us as we are and move on or you can continue this silly little game, but it’s not going to benefit anyone.” Jessica listened for a minute.



“I didn’t steal him away from you. He chased me for the better part of 5 years and I finally saw what he meant to me.” She listened more.



“You are beautiful, go out there and find somebody else. Don’t hold on for him the way he did for me. I’m not letting him go, ever.”



“She hung up on me,” Jessica barked. “Girls got some serious self-esteem issues.”



“Do you blame her?” I asked. “You just told her there was no chance of us ever getting back together.”



“She must feel the way you felt when I sent you that invitation.”



“Not exactly,” I replied. “That invitation was a signal telling me it was now or never. It was almost never.”



“Now, if you would have walked, then I would feel like her but I would have given you your space,” I continued.



“But I’m here,” she cheered.



“Yes you are,” I smiled. Looked at her the way I had been looking at her all morning. The sun hitting her skin so radiantly now. She leaning back in the big patio chair with her legs up on the foot rest spread wide for comfort. Nipples still hard as she fiddled with her pony tail to tighten it up. Her eyes caught mine. Saw the look I had and knew what I wanted.



“Derek, no,” she giggled. Finger wagging at me to enforce her no. “We are not fucking on the patio and especially not the way I feel. I’m all sweaty and gross.”



It was too late for her. Knew how running somehow made her frisky. I was between her legs and on top of her quickly. Kissing the salty sweat from her neck as my hand roughly cupped her tit.



“Derek, no,” she shrilled again. Laughing the whole time as she tipped her head and yielded to me.



“Come on,” I begged. Knew she would give in, just had to play her along a little longer. “You get all sweaty after we have sex so what’s the difference.”



Fingers dug at the valley between her legs. Pressed her lips away from each other as the lycra pressed into her.



“That’s different,” she still giggled.



“You’re wet,” I whispered into her ear. Kissed her wetly under her lobe. Salt tasted good.



“Can’t believe you find me sexy,” she cooed. Tipped her hips into my fingers now.



“Always find you sexy,” I said. Kissed my way down to her throat. Felt her breath catch as her fingers rolled her pants down to her knees.



Her scent reached my nose as her fingers pulled at my shorts. Earth and musk. My cock swelled so full she could hardly get my shorts down my legs.



“Bad,” she sassed as I nudged my tip against her swollen lips. Legs rested together on my left shoulder as I opened her up. Split her in half as my over excited member slipped into her soaked tunnel.



“How can something this good be bad?” I teased.



“Shut up and fuck me,” she cooed. “I’m so fucking wet and horny.”



Kicked my legs hard and sent my shorts sailing. I pressed her down into the chair. Her legs resting hard against her chest as I plunged deep into her. A rapid pace of rising and falling into her. Her little cunny so smooth and slippery as it opened around my shaft. Loved the way I felt inside of her. Still couldn’t believe she came all the way here with me. Mine forever.



“Fuck, fuck me,” she whimpered. Hips started undulating up to meet me now. Knew she was getting close. Could feel myself falling over the edge. Met her eyes as I pushed into her harder now. Somehow her legs opened enough so I could reach her mouth. Rough kisses of animal lust as we both released. Still rising and falling long after I had cum. Making a mess of everything as I remained hard still.



“Hold me,” she softly spoke.



Slipped from her as she pulled her pants up and rolled on her side. I spooned up behind her as we rested and held each other.



“I’m happy,” she finally spoke. “Are you?”



“More than I ever thought possible. I got you. That’s all I need.”



“Good,” she sighed.



“Why, you having second thoughts?” I asked.



“No, not at all,” she quickly replied. “It’s just.”



“What?” I asked, a hint of worry in my head.



“I’m late,” she whispered.



“I knew that was coming,” I cheered. “How late?”



“A few weeks. Could just be stress but it could be something else.”



“You’re not worried?” she asked.



“About what? We both knew that this was going to happen if we continued. Thought this was part of the plan. Alaska, fuck like bunnies, have a bunch of kids.”



Her laugher filled the patio as she roared. “This is about as far from Alaska as you can get. Fucking igloo wouldn’t last 10 minutes in this heat.”



We both giggled at that. Laid there and laughed together. Felt so content right then just me and her on the patio listening to the birds chirp and the soft sounds of the busy road below. Still, unsettled issues hung in the air. Pregnancy was the least of our concerns right now.



“You know, we are eventually going to have to go back and face the family,” I finally said.



“I know, I saw the messages on your phone. I don’t know if I’m ready yet.”



“They know what’s going on Jess,” I stated. “You think they haven’t put two and two together.”



“Angela seems to think they don’t know anything yet.”



“I can’t take anything she says to seriously,” I sighed.



“She kept your secret from me for all those years about knowing about us.”



“I talked to her the other day Jess. They have all the right pieces to the puzzle they just haven’t put them together yet. I know it’s going to be hard to do but we need to come clean and tell them. Settle this part of our life and move on. Don’t forget your mom and dad aren’t the only ones in this. Mark still has no answers either.”



“Oh shit,” she sighed. “I forgot about him.”



“Jess, that’s terrible.”



“I guess I’ve been so worried about what my dad is going to think I forgot about him.”



“We got to tell them Jess. I’m going to be right there with you. I can even break the news if you can’t do it yourself.”



“Come on,” she groaned, getting up from the chair. “Let’s get cleaned up and packed.”



“What, going now?” I asked.



“Yeah, before I chicken out again. Besides the sooner we get this off our chest the sooner we can start looking for a house.”



“A house,” I said confused.



“Yeah, I hear Alaska is nice this time of year.” Coy little smile on her face.



“Wait, what?”



“Shit, did I say house, I meant igloo,” she cackled. Laughing all the way through the house. Me chasing her the whole way.



“Fucking comedian,” I joked as I caught her. Scooped her light frame off the floor and rolled with her to the bed. Kissed her for a minute as we still giggled.



“I love you,” she sighed as I rolled from her.



“I love you too.” Slapped her ass as she walked past me.



She turned with a playful look. Ran at me and jumped into my arms. Wrapped her legs around my waist as we laughed still. So much fun being with her. Loved her so much. Walked with her to the bathroom kissing her. Managed to turn the water on. Didn’t wait for the water to get warm. Walked right into the shower clothes and all.



“Wow,” she shrilled and laughed so loud now. A snort escaped her nose as the cold water blasted her. “You shit, that’s fucking cold.”



“I know,” I yelped as she wiggled around. “I will warm you up.”



“Hmm,” she growled.



Pulled her tighter to my body. Kissed her so deeply. Pulling her mouth into mine. Finding her tongue and twisting it over mine. Pressed her against the cold tile wall of the shower as the water just started to warm. Her hot breath against my face as we continued to pant and kiss. Hair wet and tangled around my fingers as I pulled her to me again. Kissed the soft skin of her neck at her jaw. Felt her shiver as my lips touched one of her favorite spots.



Arched her back in anticipation. Allowing me to kiss down her neck to her throat. That deep moan vibrating my lips as her hips slowly undulated on my groin. Wet clothing sliding against our sexes. Released her grip from my shoulders and pulled hard to get the soaking wet shirt off her body. My lips pausing only for a second as she pulled it from her head. It slapped the tile floor with a wet thud.



Mouth now worked on her nipples teasing and biting. Nails digging into the back of my head as my teeth sent shivers down her spine right to her center. Pressing her nipple into my mouth harder as she panted. Hips tipping harder against my cock. It pressed the thin material into her wet lips but was denied entry. Switched nipples as my hand worked the waist band on her ass.



Cupped the soft skin as her pants rolled over her ass. Worked my way back up to her neck as her shoulders rested against the wall. Could feel her pants slide past her sex. Rolled up enough to expose her but not enough for me to get inside. Her little girl giggles filled my ears as she could sense my dilemma. Legs wrapped tighter around my waist further teasing me.



I could only laugh with her. Kissed her mouth so deeply again. Fingers circled her firm ass cheeks and found her exposed center. Just teased her slit with my tips. Felt her moan into my mouth and kiss me harder. Loved to taste her kisses. Fingers left her slit without ever penetrating and went a little further back. Felt her ass puckered as I now teased that. Never missed a beat as she pushed down and I sank in a little.



Surprised she let me enter her there. Knew it wasn’t off limits but hadn’t tried in forever. Legs suddenly loosened and dropped to the floor. Finger still stuck in her butt as she looked at me. Silently telling me to take her pants off as she pulled my shirt up. My shirt joined her top on the floor as I finished rolling her pants down. She slipped one foot out as I looked up at her smiling before eyeing her swollen lips. Wanted to lick them but knew I was still inside from the patio.



She cupped my neck gently and stood me up. Looked at her looking at me with eyes of passion. Steam now filled the shower as she wrapped her legs around me again. My cock knew where it wanted to be. Slipped into her wet cunny so easily. Parted her lips and pressed into her womb once again. No words were spoken as I pressed her back against the shower wall again.



Just a slow and deep in and out. Her little lips pulling tightly around my cock. Feeling her wetness sliding along my flesh. Her legs pulling tighter around my waist as our skin came together at her center as one. Felt her running shoes digging into my back as I retracted. We would have looked so stupid if we were making a porno film. Fucking in the shower with our shoes on. But that didn’t matter to us. Making each other happy was all we cared about.



Hands cupped her ass as I pulled her away from the wall. Pulling her firmly on my cock. Wanted to penetrate her with every inch. Nails again digging into my back as her hot breath tickled my ear. Gentle little animal moans of lust escaped her lips. Could feel her clit sliding along my shaft. Knew how open her wet little puss was. Felt it start to tighten more as she grew closer.



She pulled tighter. Pressing all her body into me. Could feel her little nipples rubbing against my chest. Quick little pants and grunts. Felt myself sliding easier as she started to cum. Little cunny like a vise gripping and releasing while soaking me. Joined her and started to cum with her. Filled her again as she cried out my name.



Held her and kissed her for a minute. Felt the love she had for me as her lips touched mine. Bit my lower lip before looking at me. Loosened her legs and dropped them to the floor. Arms still wrapped around each other as we let the water pelt us.



“Hmmm,” she growled. “Going to need to turn the water a little colder now. That was good.”



“Shall we shower now,” I teased.



“Shoes please.”



I leaned down and took her shoes off. Tossed them out along with her tangled pants. Looked up at her swollen little lips. Still wanted her. Just a little kiss right at the top of her slit. The tender skin where her landing strip was growing back.



“Derek, no,” she joked. Mouth making a big O as she pulled me up again. “I’m already sore. We need some kind of aversion training.”



She flicked my sack.



“Ok, ok,” I yelped. “I give.”



Her wicked laugh. “Wash me,” she ordered.



“Yes master.”



Took her loofah and lathered it up. Began washing her body. Got to her puss and had the loofah taken from my hands.



“You and those hands,” she laughed. “I know you’re going to touch me and then we are going to fuck again.”



“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.



“Nothing,” she shrugged. “Except I’m sore and I want to get on a plane.”



“Plenty of time for that,” I teased.



“Derek,” she sighed. Finger pointing at me teasingly.



“Joking, come on, let’s get going.”



*****



“There they are,” Jessica sighed nervously.



“Told you I would get them here,” Angela quipped. “Still don’t know why you wanted to meet them at a restaurant.”



“Public place,” I chimed in. “Can’t shoot us here, too many witnesses.”



Both girls cocked their heads around to look at me. Big grin on my face as I tried to lighten the mood.

First let me say that this story happen rather unexpectedly this last winter at a medium sized college in the San Diego area. I am in my mid-40′s, average looking kind of guy who happens to be a professor at a local college-teaching students studying to be in the medical field. As the story unravels I must say that I was in the right place at the right time…as nothing like this has happen before in my 16 years of teaching. Just to be on the safe side I have changed the people’s names including the woman who is the main subject – whom I will call Mary.



Mary was one of 34 students in my class. She was a solid “B” student who took her studies seriously and always attended each class. For the first 5 weeks of the semester I took only a passing interest of her rather attractive features. After all there are many beautiful girls on campus and also the student / professor interaction is rather limited due to everyone’s busy schedules. So while Mary did turn heads on campus, I just considered her just another student who would pass my class at the end of the semester upon which I probably would never see her again.



Well during week 6 the subject material I was teaching was about how to make patients comfortable while in a medical office. We covered all sorts of topics like how to lower a patient’s anxiety level, getting patients to feel comfortable talking with a doctor and even how to conduct an exam with the patient partially naked. This last point always brought about much laughter amongst the students at first until they realized that this was a situation which is sometimes the most difficult to deal with – especially with very shy individuals. I have learned that its the calm and steady attitude of the doctor that allows for even unexpected events to be handled comfortably for the benefit of the patient.



During this semester I had scheduled my office hours from 4 – 6 PM on Thursday afternoons. For the most part only one or two students would visit, which was great for me since I had plenty of grading to do. On this Thursday I was probably working for about an hour grading some papers when there was a knock on the door. I murmured for them to come in upon which the door squeaked open revealing the trim body of Mary. I suppose I should digress a bit and give you a visual idea of what Mary looks like. Mary was 23 years old, stood 5 feet 8 inches, blond hair, sweet face with a little nose, she had great legs, and apple sized boobs and a tight ass. On this day she was wearing a little white t-shirt and some form fitting blue jeans with tennis shoes. After our casual greeting I motioned for Mary to sit down on the small sofa that is across from my desk. The first part of our conversation had to do with some the usual student concerns, grades, papers, that sort of thing. This went on for about 10 – 15 minutes, upon which I had become a bit bored since these are the typical questions I seemed to be always answering for everyone. It was then that Mary then brought up some concerns about the subject material I had lectured about during the past week. Specifically how to make patients comfortable when giving a physical exam.



In many ways the answer was simple – the doctor needs to exert confidence and a professional attitude which tends to relax a patient. Mary and I talked about this in length. While I sensed she understood the basic premise, I could feel that she still felt uncomfortable with how she might deal with a patient. This was something that one has to learn from experience, not just from books or a lecture from a professor. It was at this time that I posed the question to her about what made her most nervous when she had a physical exam. This question made her a little flush in the face as she described her feelings when having to disrobe for a doctor. I must admit the way she was describing her thoughts made me a little flush myself.



It was at that moment that an idea came to me. Reaching into my desk drawer I pulled out a digital thermometer and handed it to Mary. I told her to pop it into her mouth and then after a couple minutes to give me it’s reading. This she did as we looked awkwardly at each other while waiting for the time to go by. After the two minutes were up Mary pulled the thermometer out of her mouth and gave me a reading of 98.4 Fahrenheit – which is about normal.



Alright that was easy enough but now for the embarrassing part. I told Mary that I wanted HER to put the thermometer into her rectum for a reading. Mary looked a bit perplexed at my request; with a bit of a delay she asked, “you mean here in this office?” I nodded yes, but added, “Just lower your jeans a little with your butt facing away from me so that I do not see anything and take a reading.”



Taking a deep breath and looking a bit apprehensive, Mary first looked at me and then the thermometer, finally she murmured OK. Being that my office was a bit small, all that Mary could do was to move by the sofa, which was just 6 feet away from me. At this point, with Mary facing me, she lowered her jeans a little and bent slightly forward – barely exposing a little of her bottom – which I could not see due to her facing me. Giving a bit of a nervous smile Mary then moved her hand with the thermometer around to her backside. Finding the entrance point into her asshole took a moment as Mary gently moved the thermometer around as she probably was trying to open up her otherwise clenched little hole. Mary’s face was now really flushed red as we waited for another two minutes to go by. Finally looking down at my watch I told Mary she could pull out the thermometer. This she did upon which she also pulled up her jeans and finally was able to stand up from her slightly bent down position. Looking at the thermometer Mary read her temperature as reading as 99.0.



So within the course of 5 minutes Mary’s temperature had risen by more than half a degree. Mary’s mind was thinking over the results as I then spoke about what just happened. “You body reacted to an embarrassing situation, including a flush red face which showcased an increase in your temperature. This was partly because I allowed an awkward silence as you took your own temperature.” I then added, “if I had properly taken control of the situation and kept up a friendly conversation you would have been more relaxed.” I could see Mary’s wheels turning in her head as she saw the logic of this conducted in a real life situation. It was then that she spoke up and asked, ” how would you do it…I mean…preventing me from being so nervous?”



“Well,” I said, “I would have first taken your temperature myself while communicating to you everything I am doing, so there is nothing unexpected.”



It was then that Mary’s eyes opened wide, she said; “you mean putting the thermometer in my anus?”



“Yes,” I said, “it happen all the time in medical clinics all around the country, it’s part of the job.” Then I added, “Doctors and patients face many embarrassing situations every week, this is only a real life example which sometimes does not come across in my lectures.”



There was a bit of a pause as the words sunk in. Nodding her head slightly Mary sad, “OK…ah…I would like to see how you would do it…I mean…you know.”



Nodding my head as professionally as I could without showing my excitement, I told Mary to lock the door so that nobody would cause any interruptions, which would cause real embarrassment. After locking the door Mary turned and looked at me a bit apprehensively waiting for my next request.



“Come over here with your thermometer and stand next to my chair,” I said with assuring confidence. Picking up her thermometer Mary proceeded onto the left side of my desk and handed me the thermometer.



“OK Mary, it’s real easy, just turn around so your bottom is facing me.” As she did this I had a close-up view of her tight jean denim wrapped around a heart shaped butt. It was a damn nice view.



I could hear Mary exhale a slight deep breath as I request that she lower her jeans a bit. First her hands traveled to the front of her jeans to undo the front button. Once the front button was released she grasped both sides of her jeans and pushed slightly down. The small of her back was the first thing exposed but as her jeans slowly move downward the firm cheeks of her buttocks came into view. I reached out with my hands to pull down slightly on her jeans until her cute little ass was fully exposed. Then I said, “OK, that’s good enough Mary.”



Mary glanced back at me; I could see that her face was again a bit flushed. “OK, Mary, I can see you are a bit nervous again, which is normal, but now I am going to explain everything you need to do which should relax you.”



“I’m OK,” Mary said in a soft, nervous voice.



“Alright Mary, I need you to bend over my desk resting your elbows against the surface,” As I said this I moved directly behind Mary as she slowly bent over my desk. As her stomach and boobs positioned over my desktop with her elbows supporting her upper body weight – I was treated to a damn nice view of her little asshole as her ass cheeks moved slightly apart. Her buns were tight and her jeans and panties fell a little lower along her nice legs, which now gave me an excellent view of her tight pussy. My face was only a foot away from her asshole as I guided my hand to rub her lower back to give assurance that everything was OK.



“This is really a basic procedure,” I said, “but after you have done it a few times you get used to it and see it as no big deal.”



Opening my middle desk drawer I found a tube of moisturizing lotion, which I normally use for my dry skin.



“Since I don’t have any KY jelly here,” I told her, “I will be using some lotion which will do the same thing.”



I could hear a small sigh escape from her lips. Mary was now in a position that she probably never thought she would be in. Bent over a teacher’s desk, her cute butt, asshole and pussy fully exposed with the tip of my finger making its way to her little crinkled rosebud dripping with some white lotion.



“OK, Mary, inhale a little as the lotion maybe still a little cold,” I said.



As the lotion and my finger touched her asshole for the first time I could watch with delight as little hole tighten up. This was going to be fun. I started to talk to her about her classes as a way to distract her from the events that were happening on her bottom. Amazingly this seemed to relax her as I started to lightly play with her ass with my fingers, using a lot of lotion around her asshole. I used the excuse that I needed her private parts to become used to my hands before inserting the thermometer; otherwise we would get a false reading. As Mary relaxed I started to tell small jokes that allowed her to laugh a little bit. After about 10 minutes of this casual talking with my fingers stroking the rim of her asshole – I could literally see her relax by watching her asshole grow a little larger. Putting a little more lotion on my finger I started to push slightly into her anus – upon which she gave a little nervous giggle.



“I know this might feel a little strange, but you are doing a good job Mary,” I said. “Have you ever had a stranger’s finger in your ass before?”



Mary chuckled, “ah…no. I mean…well a couple boyfriends did put their fingers in there sometime while we were having sex.”



My face was probably about 6 inches away from her asshole. It was a damn good view of my finger moving slowly in and then out of her tight little hole. Still I wanted to get a better view.



“Mary, can you use both of your hands to grab each ass cheek and pull them apart more,” I said, “It will make my work a little easier.”



Mary wiggled a bit as she shifted her weight off of her elbows, which pushed her face down upon the tabletop. Reaching back with both of her petite hands, she gripped each ass cheek and pulled them apart. Her asshole was now entirely on display. I also glanced down at her pussy and could see that it was slightly wet. I could tell that she was starting to enjoy all the poking of my fingers.



“I must say Mary you have a perfectly shaped butt and your asshole is nice and tight,” I said, “I can only get one finger inside your little hole.”



Mary exhaled slightly, “I’m sorry, I am still a little nervous,” she said, “Just keep your finger inside of me so that I can become used to it.”



I was now invited to the party. I pushed my finger a bit more into her hole – just about to my second knuckle. I let it remain there for a bit, it was an exotic sight. To think that just a few hours ago she was sitting on her little bottom in class, taking notes and listening to my lecture. Now here she has with her ass in the air, my finger planted in her anus, listening to her breathing as her most private body parts were being explored by me. After sitting there for a few minutes I could feel her body totally relax by the way her asshole was gripping my finger less.



“How do you feel Mary?” I inquired.



“I think you did if professor,” Mary said, “my body feels more relaxed now.”



“Well Mary, I think you are ready for the thermometer, let’s give it a go,” I said.



I slowly pulled my finger out of Mary’s tight hole. Wow, what a sight.



“OK Mary, you can release your hands from your ass cheeks so that your anus can start to tighten up again for the thermometer,” I said.



Mary released her butt checks and allowed her arms to drop along side her body. Putting a little lotion on the thermometer I slowly guided it to her shrinking asshole. We keep up a light conversation as I pushed the thermometer about an inch into her. I kept an eye on my watch, but allowed the thermometer to remain inside Mary’s little rosebud for about 4 minutes so that I could soak up the view. Who knows if I would have another opportunity to have Mary’s ass up in the air, with my fingers rimming her little hole…this could be just a once in a lifetime event.



Reluctantly I started to pull out the thermometer.



With Mary still bent over my desk, she looked back and asked, “What does it say?”



“98.6, which is back to normal,” I said.



“Wow, professor, it really did work,” said Mary.



Mary started to wiggle off my desk and back into a standing position. Damn, I wanted to prolong the viewing experience. Mary was so amused by the whole experience that it was another minute before she remembered to pull up her jeans. Her real life experiment had revealed to her the importance of having patients relaxed in order to obtain more accurate results.



We chit chatted for a few more minutes about the class, her goals, etc… But my mind was spinning as I realized what had just happened. Looking at the clock on my wall I realized that I had spent the past hour looking at Mary’s cute little butt. Now with her tight jean denim wrapped around her heart shaped ass…I contemplated what a lucky sun-of-a-gun I was. Mary finally gathered her books and made her way to the door. My eyes followed her ass every step of the way. Finally the door closed.



The following couple weeks I only saw Mary in class, her beautiful ass perched on a hard wooden seat. We would make some small talk, but never mention what had happen at my office. It was pure torture. I had to find a way back into heaven.



During the final week of the semester I had come up with an idea. I thought of starting a small private class that would allow health care providers a way to practice their doctor / patient exam skills. Of course I could now allow any students to attend these sessions from the college, as that could backfire if word got out. The fact was I was even uncomfortable getting any doctors involved, but I had a couple close friends of mine who could be interested in something like this. It wasn’t a very good game plan, but it provided me the courage to approach Mary and see if she was game. It really hinged on her – she was the perfect candidate – literally.



Just to prevent any conflict of interest, I waited until after I posted the grades for the class on finals week before making my approach. Mary received a B+; she didn’t get any bonus points if you know what I mean! My first move was actually rather simple, almost cowardly, but I wrote on her final paper that I would like it if she would stop by to talk about her grade. That’s it…I just had to wait to see if she would drop by.



During the last couple of days in the semester I am mostly in my office wrapping things up. It had been two days since Mary received back her final paper – and nothing. I suppose it was to be expected…



Then at about 1:45 PM on Friday afternoon guess who bounces into my office…Mary…sweet assed Mary!!



For the first few minutes we just chatted about the class…stuff like that. I had to either now step up to the plate with my proposal or forget about it entirely. I probably wouldn’t get a 2nd chance.



“Mary ever since my real life demonstration of doctor and patient interaction we had in my office, I came to realize how good of a teaching tool that was.”



Mary chuckled, “yeah, it kind of open my eyes, sorry I was at first a little difficult.”



Gently smiling I said, “well the important thing is that it allowed you to understand how important it is to make patients feel comfortable, and for me it gave me some insight on how to be a better teacher.”



Mary said, “How do you mean…a better teacher?”



Gaining my last bit of courage I laid it on the line, “Mary, would you consider helping me give a class to some doctors who need to better their skills with patient interaction?”



Mary hesitated, “well, I don’t know…what do you need me to do?”



Looking thoughtful at her I said, “just the same thing you did in my office…basic stuff.”



I sensed her major hesitation; she was about to say no when I popped the question…



I said, “how about you just attend the small talk I am having this Sunday at a office building overlooking the harbor?”



I quickly scribbled down an address and time and handed Mary the slip of paper.



Without dropping a beat I said, “Please come, you can decide later if you would be willing to help me.”



Mary nodded indecisively, basically non-committal, and said, “well, maybe…I’m not sure.”



With a simple gesture of my hand I said. “If you are there that would be great, but it’s OK if you do make it…”



With that Mary gave a quick nod to say goodbye and disappeared out of my office. Well at least I tried…



Only problem with my plan now was two fold. First I was not sure Mary would come. Next, I had not told a couple of my good friends about this “class.” This needed to happen fairly quickly as one of my friend’s office buildings had a large conference room that I wanted to use – this was the place I had scribbled to Mary. Since the office building was normally closed and locked on the weekends, I needed to contact my friend Jeff to see if we could use it. It would be Jeff and my other friend Tony who I hope would accept posing as doctors for this little event…if it ever happened.



I quickly got the support of Tony and Jeff and the use of the conference room. These guys are both in their 40′s, just a couple of regular guys. I decided if Mary did not show up we could just have some beers and watch football. But just in case Mary was to show up I did gave a detailed briefing on some very basics of “being a doctor.”



On Sunday afternoon Tony, Jeff and I where situated in the conference room with some basic medical textbooks and supplies on the table. We at least needed to “look” the part. I had told Mary my talk would start at 2:00 PM, so as the hour hand approached the number 2, all our eyes were on a security camera that showed us the front entrance to the building. Well, what do you know…sweet blond haired, 5 foot 8 inch, tight assed Mary walks into the view of the cameras at the buildings entrance. Tony, Jeff and I all look at each other…holy shit…gathering our wits I have both of my friends open their textbooks and act like they are taking notes – as if the class had already started.

Day 2



Her eyes opening, the pain clouding her mind Sara lay restrained, one arm chained to the steel bed frame. Moving it around, she attempted to shake off the ache it had from being in the same position all night. Her arm causing her chain restraint to make unwanted noise. Jingling against the bed frame Sara, still terrified of John’s earlier threat to hurt her should she make to much noise. Wrapping her hands around the metal bars she tried to halt the vibrations in the metal.



The noise halting, the room is quiet again. No footsteps or other activity detected by Sara’s keen senses. Feeling secure, Sara sat up in the bed, a sharp pain quickly reminding her of her broken rib. Gritting her teeth, Sara holding back the shouts she so desperately wants to release. Taking a moment, the pain dissolves. She starts looking around the desolate room, hoping to find something to release her from her bonds, a hairpin, possibly a forgotten key, anything.



Not seeing anything in the bare room, Sara looks at the bed frame. Maybe I can pull the frame apart, she hoped. Examining the crude welding and the rust buildup at the ends of the bar that held her restraint, a glimmer of escape revealed. Sliding the other side of the handcuffs up the bar as far as they would go over the rust and poor craftsmanship, Sara pulled. She struggled more than she had ever in her life, both arms pulling on her handcuffs putting her entire petite frame into dislodging the bar and securing her freedom.



With a snap and a ringing that echoed through the room, the bar popped free. Sara’s handcuffs pulling out loudly, metal sounding on metal. Full of hope, and fear of discovery, Sara used the same technique to quiet the ringing metal. Satisfied with the silence she hopped down, landing on the floor with a small thud.



Opening the bedroom door without any noise was a task unimaginably difficult for Sara. Every little squeak was like booming thunder to her. Her long brown hair dangling in her face, she concentrated on silence. Think quiet thoughts she told herself as she finished pulling the door wide enough for her body to slip through. Peering around the corner of the doorway as she moved, looking for any sign of her captor.



Pausing in the hallway she froze, trying to sense where John might be. Was he asleep? Was he gone? Was he waiting to grab her right outside the front door? She analyzed both of these questions hundreds of times within just a few short seconds. Fear being her main motivation Sara decided her best course was to run for it. If she could get out the door, she could run into the woods and hide should John pursue her. Hopefully she could get enough of a lead before he realized what was going on.



Imagining a gunshot that would normally signal the start of a race Sara ran. She ran faster than anyone on the planet had ever run. She was running for her life and gave it everything she had. The cabin’s front door rapidly approaching her, she reached it within three seconds flat. A new record for trapped teenage girl attempting to escape her rapist and his cabin, should one have existed previously.



The door helping her speeding legs stop her body with a thud, she gasped for air. Panicking she grabbed for the door handle. Wrapping her hand around it twisting, pulling, nothing worked. Using all her strength again she pulled. “Why isn’t it opening!!!?” She started screaming to herself, while continuing to pull and hope the door would spring free, allowing her escape.



Sara blacking out momentarily unsure what was happening felt a lot of pressure against her back, forcing her body tightly to the secured door. “Because it’s locked bitch.” John spat at her as he held her firmly in place. “Are you trying to escape? That’s not very ladylike to fuck and run like that. What kind of a whore are you.” John accentuated his point by rubbing his crotch against Sara’s bare ass. “I know you like that bitch.”



“SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!!” Sara screamed as loudly as possible. Her last resort as any small, weak woman like Sara might rely on. Their are no strong men to protect her today, she has only herself to rely on, and screaming won’t do the job this time. “PLEASE SOMEONE, HEEELP!!!!!” Sara pleaded with the deserted forest outside.



“Their’s no one around for miles stupid. I would have though you knew that walking here. You are one dumb bitch. Here, I’ll do you a favor and show you, so don’t go around telling everyone I’m such a bad guy.” John laughed as he flipped the switch on the doorknob unlocking it, and letting the door swing free. Grabbing a large fistful of Sara’s hair in his right hand and twisting her left arm up behind her back in a chicken wing hold with his left John walked his prisoner outside.



Coming through the door, John walked her out into the open away from the cabin. Sniveling Sara looked around desperately hopeful that someone, maybe even a cop would be outside looking for her. “THERE IS NO ONE HERE, YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH!” Suddenly full of rage John screamed. Releasing Sara he threw her to the ground in his anger. “You believe me yet cunt!?” He questioned her. Kicking her in the stomach, the world turning upside down, while she gasped for air. “I asked you a fucking question!!”



Taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts brought her another brutal kick to her stomach causing her to puke up all the acid she had in her stomach built up from the stress. “Ok bitch, have it your way. I think it’s time for a little fun, now that you’ve got me turned on. A girl walking around naked like you are is just asking to get fucked huh?” John licked his lips with the words. Anxious to have his cock inside this girl again, he grabbed the handcuffs still attached to her arm and dragged her back in the cabin, leaving a small trail of blood from the gravel tearing small pieces of her flesh away.



Closing the door and locking it once more John pulled Sara’s defeated body back to the couch he first found her sleeping body on. Letting her fall face first on the cushions, her ass hanging off the edge, her knees scraping the floor, and bent. Standing up, John took a second to admire the girls body. His cock throbbing as he admired her firm ass, its ass-cheeks parted slightly as if it was begging to be penetrated.



Removing his shirt he let it fall on the floor. John took a second and seemed unsure of what to do and impatient. After a few long seconds John’s hand went to his waistband and pulled his handgun free. Walking to the kitchen counter John laid the gun there. He moved back in a hurry eager to have his prize, pulling at his pants and underwear on the way back, fully naked upon his return.



“That ass looks awful good bitch. I think I’ll play with that pussy of yours today however.” John thought aloud. Getting on his knees behind Sara and her upturned ass he took hold of his rapidly hardening cock. Stroking it up and down its length while he rubbed his cock head along the length of her dry slit. “Don’t worry bitch, I’ll be gentle.” With those words John roughly shoved his cock inside Sara’s parched hole.



Screaming in pain, Sara began to sob. “Please…please…it hurts.” John unfortunately for her was not listening. He was struggling and enjoying shoving his cock deep inside her tight, dry pussy. Feeling him bottom out in her pussy brought Sara some unexpected pleasure when she felt his cock roughly strike her cervix as a battering ram might in the middle ages to a castles gate while supporting troops demanding entry.



Ignoring the crying John let her have it. He grabbed her slender waist with his hands for increased leverage and slammed his cock inside her as hard as he could. The thrusts at first were full of friction and resistance, but it was not long before he could feel the walls of her gripping tunnel becoming slick with lubrication. Ramming his cock home inside this girls loving tunnel John knew he was getting close to cumming after just a few short moments.



“Oh fuck.” moaned Sara. “Fuck me hard.” Sara losing control of her body, always been a girl who thought with her pussy. Pushing back at her warden, Sara wanted his cock inside her as deeply as possible when he came, forgetting that she was not on birth control and may end up pregnant. Maybe it was that, or maybe she had been beaten into submission and was giving herself fully to John now, truly a whore.



“I knew you would like this. That’s my little hooker.” John pleased by Sara’s acceptance of the situation. Thrusting into her pussy John could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock, trying to milk its cum into her waiting body. Thrusting forward hard, meeting her ass violently pushing back at him the two met in the middle with a loud slap. Erupting in orgasm John shot many thick ropes of cum inside her tight milking pussy. Holding her body secure, he kept his cock inside her, depositing his entire balls supply of cum.



Sara bent over, her face shoved into the couch cushion feeling cum spraying into her womb, was lost in orgasm. She could focus on nothing other than the pleasure, and the wonderful cock inside her little pussy giving her womb its stores of cum. “Yes, cum in me!” Sara groaned, voicing her lust, while savoring every drop deposited in her belly.



His cock having completed its job once again, John pulled it from Sara’s still quivering cunt. Standing up John decided to let her remain where she was for a few minutes to recuperate. It was apparent she was still experiencing aftershocks from an extreme orgasm, and he was pleased with her behavior. “Don’t fucking move and I may let you hang out here with me while I watch TV.” With that John went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and find some clean clothes.



Sara, trying to control her body with it’s ass still raised up in the air, helping the cum seep down inside her. Her body didn’t want to move but her mind said do something! Reluctantly winning the struggle, and with wobbly legs she was propelled to a standing position. Her mind racing, her nerves tearing her mind in two. I need to find a weapon, something so I can get away. Maybe a knife!? Sara thought, stress and a torrent of mixed emotions clouding her conscious mind.



Off balance, Sara went to the kitchen. For any outside viewers she would have appeared drunk in the manner that she walked. Every two steps she would lose her balance and fall to the left or right almost coming down to the floor. Finally after the struggle of her lifetime she arrived in the kitchen. Immediately she went for a drawer hoping to find a large butcher knife she could use to defend herself with.



Then she saw it. A ray of light shone down on John’s handgun resting on the counter top where he left it. Grabbing for it quickly she scrambled back to the couch, hearing John’s footsteps start to approach. As silently as possible she reached her original spot and slid the gun under the couch. She sat with her back to the couch and legs stretched out in front of her with the gun resting immediately behind her.



John entered the room feeling like a million dollars. Hell ten million dollars. He just fucked this hot eighteen year old girl, shot his cum deep in her pussy and now he was clean and just feeling great. He was on top of the world. “Good, I’m pleased that you’re finally listening to my commands. I’ll let you watch some TV with me for a while, while I figure out what I want to do with you. You stay there on the floor, that’s where animals belong. On the floor.” With his feelings shared, John sat down, grabbed his remote and turned on his television.



Sara having regained a lot of her composure was calm. Somewhat uncomfortable sitting there naked with cum running out of her pussy on the hardwood floor, but at least he wasn’t hitting her or raping her at the moment. She had a hand behind her wrapped around the grip of the gun. She so desperately wanted to pull it out and shoot John, or point it at him hoping he would let her go if he thought she would shoot him.



She wasn’t sure however. Was the gun even loaded? Did it work at all? She hadn’t seen him actually fire it. Maybe the safety was on and wouldn’t fire. Not knowing much about guns she wouldn’t know where to turn the safety off. What to do, what to do… She needed to test it first. See if it would fire. She couldn’t do it now though, if it didn’t fire he would hear the clicking of the trigger and realize what she was up to, while quickly taking it from her and likely beating her senseless as well. She needed a plan.



The hours went by, the sun went down. Night greeted them through the windows, while John gave his attention to the television still. He flipped through the channels landing on an adult movie channel, with a woman on the floor with a large mans cock in her mouth as she sucked and licked at it. Thank god for porn for once. An idea having entered Sara’s mind.



She could tell John was getting worked up as he watched the female actress give the male in the movie a blowjob. He had put his hand on her shoulder and was slowly rubbing her body. Her peripheral vision giving her a small view of the growing erection in his pants. This was her time to act if their was one.



With the risk of speaking to such an unpredictable man Sara knew she had no choice. Bending her arm she reached back and put her hand on John’s hand that was massaging her shoulder, turned her head and looked him in the eyes. With the most seductive voice she could muster she stated, “I really love to suck cock. One of my favorite things in life is having a strong man stand over me as I sit on the floor with his cock pumping my mouth. I love the taste of cum.” She licked her lips, as she stared at him while massaging her left breast with her free hand.



Taken a little off guard by Sara’s direct approach, John was still enticed. His dick was rapidly becoming erect while watching the woman on the TV while he fantasized about doing just that to her young mouth. “Yeah? Alright, I wouldn’t want to keep you from feeling my hot cum shooting down your throat.” John had never been more compliant which shocked Sara. As long as he got exactly what he wanted he seemed to be in a good mood.



On the floor John moved in front of Sara, his feet apart on either side of her upper legs, the bulge in his pants close to her face. “Get to work then bitch.” John ordered eagerly, swaying back and forth slightly. Sara shakily bringing her hands up went for John’s pants, unzipped and unbuttoned them and with her small hands pulled them down far enough so his cock sprung free hitting her in the nose.



“Owe!” Sara yelled, more out of shock than pain. She’d never been hit in the face with a dick before, accidental or purposely.



“What the fuck bitch? You don’t like my cock!?” John became very angry then, taking her shout as a sign of rejection in him. Bringing his heavy hand down he slapped her across the face leaving a large red handprint radiating with pain. Sara beginning to cry, John was not impressed, his cock was hard he wanted it sucked.



Wrapping his hands around her skull, his thumbs dangerously close to her eyes, kept her stable and brought his cock to Sara’s mouth. Sara panicking after the hard slap was forgetting her plan and began to struggle. Keeping her mouth closed with a defensive reaction to a foreign object trying to forcefully pry into her mouth. Feeling John’s cock-head rubbing on her lips and occasionally spreading her lips to grind across her teeth.



“Bitch, you’re going to suck my cock, and do it nicely or it’ll be time to show you what happens to bad girls who refuse their owners the pleasures of their tight clasping throat.” John spat, moving his thumbs and letting them rest in her eye sockets. He pressed down threatening to crush her eyes and causing much pain and fear in little Sara.



Opening her petite mouth more out of threat of pain that in remembrance to her plan she allowed his cock entry. Doing her best to keep her teeth from his cock, and trying her best to motivate her tongue to lick the invading cock as it penetrated her mouth. It was hard for her to know what to do, John’s thumbs still pressed into her eye sockets, blinding her.



“Oh damn, you’re good.” John proclaimed, face fucking his convict. Getting into it, listening to the need of his cock and its desire to release its cum down this girls throat, John’s thrusts went deeper and deeper into this girl. John had never been deep throated before and he decided now was the time. Pressing deeply into her, his cock slipped down her throat bringing a panicked struggling reaction from Sara as her arms flailed. She couldn’t breath he knew but didn’t care.



Sara unable to breath with this man’s dick forced down her throat began uncontrollably flailing her arms, her body threatening to go out of control and most likely biting down on John’s cock which would guarantee her two crushed eyes, blinding her for life. Having no other choice Sara knew she had to try the gun, this was it. Reaching behind her she took hold of it. John had her head securely held with his two large hands, his cock down her throat having the time of his life.



Sara gasping for air on ever withdraw from her throat, trying to hold back her gagging reflex, held the gun in her outstretched arm between John’s legs. The gun pointed up towards John’s upper back area. John making some loud grunting noises she knew this was her opportunity.



With a loud groan from John she felt cum shooting down her throat, the boiling liquid rolling down her esophagus to her stomach she pulled the trigger. BANG, the noise stung her ears and the feeling of another warm liquid poured on her feet. Temporarily blinded and deafened she wondered if she hit him, was that blood on her feet? John’s hands came free from her head and he slowly fell backwards onto the floor.



Recovering her sense, Sara took a second and breathed. She had been light headed and afraid she was about to pass out. “Just breath Sara”, she told herself. As she composed herself she examined the man’s body. Blood everywhere, and the entire left side of his head gone, pieces of skull and brain littered the floor. Disgusting.



Her legs weak, she was barely able to stand. Slowly walking towards the door, trying to avoid the blood. Flipping the lock open the door opened and she exited hell. Many new feelings were present in this girl. Most of dread, loathing, disgust, but their were a few goods she wasn’t quite ready to admit to herself. This man had giving her such extreme pleasure when he fucked her, something she never would have discovered on her own.



Either way she was free now. Free to go back to whatever life she desired. Sara was not a girl anymore, she was a woman now having experienced true hardship. Her life of innocence gone, and a new life created in her from her captor. In the future months Sara would decide to keep the child and raise it like a loving mother. Determined to remember the man that had changed her life forever.

My name is Aine, and if you haven’t met me before now, allow me to introduce myself. A very young widow, I am a petite redhead with a few curves. It was not long ago when a friend asked me to do her a “favor”. I did that favor, and I have been doing “favors” ever since! This journal entry recounts a follow-up trip with my dear friends Sophie and Darren. They took me to Greece!



Long story short, Sophie and Darren made good on their promise to take me with them on vacation this spring. I had never been to Greece before, so I was thrilled by the anticipation. I did secretly wonder if Sophie would ask me to grant her any more favors while we were globetrotting…I almost hoped she would after my encounter with her husband! What are trips for, if not to make memories?!



By day four Darren arranged for us to rent a yacht so we could tour the islands at our leisure. Our triad up to this point was friendly and joyful — savoring much sightseeing and shopping. Nights were filled with fine dining, some dancing and lots of laughter. I did note this morning, however, that Darren mentioned how close our living quarters would be aboard the yacht.



“Isn’t she beautiful?” Darren said as he helped Sophie and I carry our luggage onto the yacht. “I’ve already been downstairs — wait’ll you see the bedroom. Think there’ll be room enough for all of us?” At this he caught my eye and winked.



I was completely smitten with the sea. Azure blue coastal waters, magnificent scenery and a sense of history made the first day on the yacht perfect. I suffered no seasickness, which pleased me greatly. My dreams of traveling the world now had a starting point. It was our first evening aboard the yacht — which was day four of our trip — that proved most interesting. After a delicious dinner of fresh seafood and a few bottles of wine, we were all giggling and flirting. Sophie kept leaning on me and wrapping her arms around me.



“Darren, love,” Sophie said in her girlish tipsy slur, “This girl is my fave, you hear me? Aine — I love you. You are the best friend a girl could have…” I always hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her soft cashmere cardigan in the cool night air. She smelled like Chanel and wine and friendship.



Darren interrupted our hug, cutting in so he could put his arms around me! “I think you mean woman, Soph. Best friend a woman could have, right Aine?” I felt myself blush. Too much wine always made me blush.



Darren and Sophie and I talked and laughed on deck for two hours. The stars were brilliant and the salty breeze was cooler than I expected. I sat with my knees tucked in my arms. Sophie fell asleep on one of the benches. She was nestled in a pile of pillows and she looked angelic as she slept. After a few moments of quiet, Darren reached over and caressed my cheek. He whispered softly to me.



“Aine love, take my hand…” I accepted his extended hand. I love men’s hands — it is a weakness of mine. Darren’s were large and rough, yet warm and strong. He lifted me into a standing position and I held on as he led me down into the main bedroom. I knew what he wanted and I was more than ready to make it happen. In fact, I was wet the second he took my hand.



The main bedroom was a cozy, intimate collage of teakwood and brass and clean white linens. I felt like I was in a James Bond movie. Darren turned to face me and held his finger to his lips. “Shhhhhhh.” He grinned. He was also a bit tipsy!



I watched as Darren removed his pants, then his socks, then his underwear. This was comical since he had to, at one point, stand on one leg like a stork to remove his pants. The boat’s gentle motion caused him to wobble more than once as he undressed. I giggled a lot. With his white polo shirt still on, I looked down and saw his erection bobbing in excitement. My mouth watered. I sat on the edge of the bed. Darren removed his shirt and gestured to me. “Next.” he said.



Still sitting, I shimmied my bottom until my sundress was no longer held captive beneath my derriere. Looking Darren in the eye, I slowly removed my dress, pulling it over my head with one fluid motion. I reached back and unfastened my strapless bra, tossing it on the shiny wooden floor. All that was left was my pink thong. Looking up at him with my best big innocent eyes, I said,



“You’ll have to figure out how to get these off….I can’t seem to manage it.” Darren didn’t hesitate. He knelt down before me and pushed his hands beneath me, cupping my ass. He lifted me and I was standing with his face pressed against my crotch. Darren took my thong in his teeth and began pulling them down, one side at a time, until the pink cotton thongs were wrapped around my thighs. With his hands on my hips, he pushed me onto the bed and then kissed my stomach until I fell back onto the mattress. There I was, lying on the bed, knees bent and a thong holding my thighs captive.



Darren ducked between my knees and came up between my thighs, with my thong acting like a sling at his back. His hands still on my hips, he got down to business. With the first thrust of his tongue I gasped out loud. I hadn’t had sex since I met Hugh at his office six weeks before, so my pussy was extremely sensitive. Darren’s tongue pushed into my wet pussy, probing every nook. He then ran his tongue up my slit, finishing the trip with a magnificent lick over my throbbing clit. I was breathing heavily and I started to shake. I knew I would cum before we even got to his turn.



Darren licked me like a lollipop, his hands squeezing my thighs and my ass. With each pass over my swollen clit, I was closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. The tension in my abdomen was ridiculous! I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted his cock in my hand. Hell, I wanted his cock IN ME! Lick, push, squeeze. Lick, lick, lick….I was getting ready to cum. By now my eyes were closed and I could only see fireworks. I was delirious with pleasure. I couldn’t remember my own name. Darren knew I was ready to explode so he slowed his pace. A slow lick, then a gentle swirl around the base of my clit. This was agonizing. I broke.



Darren! Please!! Please put your cock in! PLEASE!” I sounded like I had run a marathon.



“Please or what?” Darren mumbled…his tongue on my clit.



“Please or I’ll cum on your face! Is that what you want? Oh GOD! Too… late!”



Lick.



“Darr – - “



Lick.



He performed another slow swirl around the base of my clit while humming a low vibrating moan, deliberately pushing my senses into cum overdrive. My eyes closed, his tongue in my pussy, and the sensation of someone’s hot mouth sucking my left nipple…was I hallucinating? It was too late.



“Oh God! I’m…I’m….Ahhhhhhh!! OH Darr YESohoh!”



“Cumming?” Darren finished. My hips bucked while my legs shook from pure pleasure. My orgasm shot through my body, radiating from my wet pussy lips to the top of my head and the bottoms of my feet. I shouted. I came all over Darren’s face and he licked my cum as I writhed in his arms. I finally had to push his head away using both hands! When I opened my eyes, I saw Sophie. I was shocked. She was naked on the end of the bed and she was fingering herself. It was obvious she had just had an orgasm of her very own.



“Sophie?” I said with wonder.



After my triumphant orgasm at the mercy of Darren’s mouth, he and Sophie fucked like wild animals as I watched in admiration. I had no idea Sophie got her groove back — but I was thrilled to see their naked bodies writhing and pushing — there is nothing in the world like watching live sex right in front of you.



After Darren’s escapade with my pussy, it didn’t take he nor Soph long before they came in unison — Darren grunting and Sophie letting out a high pitched scream as Darren’s cock filled her gorgeous pink pussy. It was a huge turn on. Watching his erection pound her into submission was something I hoped to see again and again.



An hour later I came out of my room, my silk robe wrapped around my body. Darren was passed out on the bed. Sophie was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a thin and sexy gown.



Sophie sat on the edge of the bed, her silk gown a pearly gray against the burgundy comforter. She was lithe and elegant, her furrowed brow the only misdemeanor on her face. Soph was 13 years my senior, but she never looked her age. She took my hand into both of hers.



“Aine, I am sorry….I got carried away with the moment…” She was soft in tone. I placed my left hand on top of our other three.



“No — No apologies. It was thrilling. Don’t ever be sorry for living in the moment! I do not accept your apology. I am more sorry that I was caught off guard — you gave me butterflies you know. I’ve never had a woman suck my tits before!” I grinned. She looked surprised. She squeezed my hand and continued.



“I saw the two of you there — thinking I would peek in like a kid spying on their parents through the keyhole — and the scene took my breath. When I saw his face buried in-between your legs, and the look on your face — I almost came in my panties! It was like something took over my body — I could not stop myself. You and he — like one — sweating and breathing and I had to be a part of it. Aine — I knelt down beside you both and your tits were right there — amazing. I couldn’t stop staring at them….” She paused long enough to swallow.



“Have you,” I asked carefully; “Have you ever been with a woman before?” I was dying of curiosity . I needed to know. Was it me? Was it a fantasy? She looked me right in the eye and after minutes of deciding whether or not to speak, she spoke.



“I was a sophmore — God that was YEARS ago! How stupid. I had this… encounter, shall we say?” She shifted in her seat, giggled in the back of her throat and stared out the window. I looked over to see the sunrise tossing orange glitter upon the water. It was gorgeous. I felt her sigh. She spoke in a dreamy slur.



“This girl — she was beautiful. I had always thought so, but she had no problems keeping a boyfriend. I had never thought of her THAT way — you know — sexually. A woman can look at another woman and appreciate her beauty. Anyway — long story short — she and I ended up in a situation after school one day. We were both in the locker room — just us — and I had to shower before leaving school. I had a date that night, and I knew I wouldn’t have time to clean up when I got home. I had just finished practicing for a track meet. I stripped, jumped in the shower stall and turned on the water. I remember pushing my face into the shower stream — which I still love to do…”



I nodded in agreement. I love that feeling, the water washing over my face, washing away the day’s dirt. I watched her talk.



“I was there, with my eyes closed, empty thoughts, and I felt two hands very gently run down the length of my hair — as if they were preparing to braid it or brush it. Of course, I was nude and in the shower and my hair was wet. I turned around slowly and opened my eyes. It was HER. She was staring at me, trembling. I had no idea what was going on — I was speechless!”



Sophie continued; “She was naked — totally naked and my eyes wandered down to her breasts. God, they were gorgeous. Her areolas were a dark mauve and the size of silver dollars. Her nipples were hard — water dripping off of them. I couldn’t hear anything for the water and then — just like that — she kissed me on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled herself close and kissed me like I had never been kissed before.”



She stopped talking, but I could see was continuing the movie in her thoughts. I realized how horny I was — imagining these two pretty girls together in the shower, nude, breasts rubbing against one another as they French kissed. I was smitten with the idea and wished now that Sophie had continued her participation earlier tonight. She simply stared out of the window, reliving the moment.



My eyes wandered down the sleeve of her silk gown until I saw her nipples, erect and pointing the way through their veil. Sophie turned slowly from the window, as if in a daze, and with her mouth slightly parted I could stand it no more. I moved forward and placed my lips onto hers, my tongue taking advantage of her shock. Her lips were thin and soft and my tongue found its way into her magenta moans. Three strokes and my tongue slid to a halt, resting lightly on her molars, waiting for a response.



Two heartbeats and then she agreed. Her tongue slid slowly against mine, reciprocating my touch. My abdomen tightened as adrenaline flooded my veins. She pushed deeper inside my mouth, penetrating my thoughts. What was this uncontrollable feeling? How addictive was this heat of trying something new, something forbidden, and something so intense?



And then, just like that, I came. Without warning, my pelvis tingled and I came so hard I bent forward, pushing into her shoulder. My spasms were so strong they caused me to involuntarily break our kiss. I was sobbing in ragged breaths. I marveled at my ability to cum so hard without ever being touched!



Trying to gather myself I moaned an apology. I looked up and couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sophie. Her face was masked in what could only be described as lust. She watched me — it was obvious she knew I’d just had the most incredible orgasm. I was still panting as I grabbed her hand and whispered, “Show me.”



Without hesitation she took my arm and pulled me up. I followed her to the shower where we wordlessly stripped. Bare and shaking, Soph stepped into the shower first and turned the knobs. Soon the stall was steaming and I watched as she pushed her face into the shower stream.



As if on cue, I stepped in behind her and ran my hands down the length of her hair. Slowly, she turned and her eyes wandered to my nipples. Water dripped off of them. I folded my arms around her neck and placed my mouth on hers. I kissed her like she’d never been kissed, and she returned the favor.



I let her take the lead. What was I doing? I had never been with a woman before. I let my instincts dictate. Sophie pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth. I heard nothing except the sound of water and my heart beating in my ears. Taking my right hand into hers, she cupped it around her left breast. I let the left hand follow and soon I was kneading her magnificent tits, enjoying how firm they were.



I knew now why men adore our tits. I wanted to stare at them, play with them for hours. I wanted to lick them, suckle them and caress them some more. My thumbs found her nipples and I toyed with them, swirling them in a circular motion. I flicked the water from their peaks, then pinched them between thumb and finger.



I bent over, water running down my back, and savored the first nipple I had ever tasted. As it entered my mouth, I touched the tip with my tongue. She moaned. Her hands playing with my hair while my hands cupped and squeezed her amazing tits. I drank them in as if I were thirsting to death — I couldn’t get enough. Licking, sucking, grazing my teeth over her tiny pink erections. I thought of how much I loved having my own tits fondled and I used my experience to bring her pleasure.



Sophie’s hand lifted my chin. I saw her mouth come towards me, kissing me hard. I was against the shower stall wall, her hands on my chest. Once again taking my hand in hers, she moved our hands down to her pussy. It was time to get creative. For a second I watched her cup my tits and begin licking my nipples. I was hypnotized by her tongue lapping the water off my little pink erections. I was so horny. I was in agony.



I remembered my hand and concentrated on the task of fingering Sophie’s wet pussy. My goal was to make her cum hard. Palm flat against her mound, I rubbed downward, caressing her lips. They were slick and soft — and completely hairless. My middle finger found its way into her cleft and went deeper with each consecutive pass. I could feel her clit growing and each push allowed my middle finger to delve deeper inside her female sanctuary. God how good her pussy felt in my hand!



Sophie was moaning and grinding her pelvis with the rhythm of my hand. Both of us soaking wet, she abandoned my tits and knelt before me. With both hands she spread my pussy lips apart, exposing my erect clit. Moving her head to the side, she watched as a stream of water from the shower head danced over my quivering clit! I was overwhelmed by the sensation and my breath caught in my throat.



“Not yet!” Sophie demanded. She quickly stood up and faced me. My back against the shower wall, she pressed her body up against mine. Hot, wet and slick, our tits rubbed one another and Sophie put her hands on my ass. I put my hands on her ass and what happened next blew my mind. Sophie spread her legs, opening her pussy, and began grinding her clit into mine.



Our wet mounds pressed together to form a slippery friction. First, Sophie rotated her hips in a circular motion, causing our clits to kiss one another in a game of chase. I spread my legs shoulder width apart to accommodate my throbbing pussy. Our juices mingled like honey and I felt every grinding pass as we rubbed our lips, hips and clits together in harmony.



The sensation was more than I could take. I felt myself building to a crescendo of pleasure when Sophie changed the game. Now she rubbed our pussies together in an up and down motion! Our pussy lips enveloped one another and with each pass, our clits were on fire! Grind, slip, a sexy suction sensation and a jolt of electricity. Faster, faster until my clit felt like it would explode!



Grabbing her ass, I moaned her name, then I threw back my head and shouted, “OhhhSophie!! YES! YES! I’m CUMMING!”



Sophie was breathing heavily as she panted in my ear, “I love fucking your hot pussy — I love making you cum all over my pussy…Let’s cum together best friends cum…YES…YESSSSS CUM FOR ME!!!! GOD YES AINEPUSSYCUM!!!”



Our dripping wet snatches locked in a frenzy of friction, Sophie came harder than I ever knew possible! She screamed and so did I! I felt her clit — hard like a tiny pebble — shudder against mine and I followed suit. The pleasure of our orgasms almost blew us apart!



We held on to one another like shipwrecked survivors as our bodies throbbed, shook and bucked. My fingers dug into her shoulders while Sophie left white fingertips on my ass. The water was cool now — which felt amazing against the sweat and heat of our skin. After a few minutes, our breathing slowed.



Sophie wrapped me in a wet hug and laughed! “Oh my god Aine! Oh god…and to think Darren missed THIS!!”



I laughed like a school girl. “Well,” I said, “We’ll just have to show him again later!”

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Halloween has always been one of Sabrina’s favorite holidays. When she was younger, in her twenties or thirties, she had an even more deranged mind than she does now. She always came up with the greatest costumes on October 31st. Most of the time, she would win first place in the Halloween contests, especially if the contest was at the local pub where everyone knew her or at a party where her friends were the judges.



Regardless of bias, Sabrina always had the best and funniest costume ideas. A few of her best costumes included a bag lady (before there were so many real ones), a prostitute from Harlem, the hunchback of Notre Dame and her personal favorite, Waldo the Wanker (during Clinton years, of course).



As the years went by, no one ever forgot Sabrina’s legacy costumes on Halloween night of years past. Friends would go to great lengths to borrow her costumes and costume ideas.



Today, her friends still continue to ask her what costume she will be wearing for Halloween. Sabrina was hoping for the same question, this year.



Sabrina hadn’t dressed up for Halloween in years. She was ecstatic when she was invited to a Halloween party in a few weeks. This was a unique party idea– a special sexy kind of Halloween party. How fun, she couldn’t wait for Halloween night!



Sabrina, the Halloween monger, read the party invitation sent to her:



Saturday Night, October 31st

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