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April 2013



Contrary to most sound bites, not everyone knows right away that they’ve signed onto a great film. But in some weird way, I felt like the exception.



I wasn’t an actor or screenwriter, and I wasn’t even an assistant on the set. My boss was costume designer Michael Wilkinson — the one who actually signed on to do the wardrobe for “American Hustle”



Yet with David O. Russell as director, the premise of con men and the FBI working together in the 1970s, and with the likes of Christian Bale, Bradley Cooper, Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence fitting into wacky 70s clothing — well, even if the film itself tanked, there’s no way the costumes and clothes would.



This was a virtual playground for Michael, and by extension myself as well. We worked to create eye popping 70′s fashion — at least eye popping by 70′s fashion standards. But even if it was terrible by today’s standards, it didn’t matter, which gave us a lot of margin for error. Then again, there wasn’t much these actors couldn’t make look good in some way.



And it certainly wasn’t hard to make Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence look eye popping, in any era. Yet Michael still put in an extra effort, as did I when I was needed.



Together, we created outfits that were sure to be iconic by this time next year. Amy had at least two dresses with some of the lowest necklines I’d ever seen, going almost down to her bellybutton. Her side boobs were only halfway exposed, however — this was an R-rated film, but not that R-rated.



Still, the amount of skin these dresses showed, and the way they clung to the parts that didn’t, would show Amy in a whole new light. Of course everyone knew her as talented, thanks to those four Oscar nominations, beautiful, thanks to that irresistible face and pretty red hair, and even sexy — thanks to some notable moments in her last film with David. But this was another seductive level.



It even helped fill the plot hole of why Christian Bale would have her as a mistress, when the No. 1 it girl in the world right now was playing his wife.



Or at least it would until they saw Jennifer in Michael’s tight, revealing white dress during her big moments.



Like I said, some movies are obviously great right away after all. At least some aspects of them are.



Michael showed his greatness designing and making the outfits, and Amy and Jennifer filled in the rest when they came in to try them out. They came in one at a time, so I didn’t see them next to each other in Michael’s clothing. That embarrassment of riches would be saved for the set.



For that reason and others I put together, I made my case to be sent to the set in Boston, Massachusetts. I’d watch and make sure the costumes worked perfectly, especially in the big party scenes. These were some of the most fashionable sequences in the movie, so I would report back to Michael and assure him it all looked good.



It also gave me an excuse to watch a more intimate moment set in a bathroom. Not in that way — although many dirty minds would fill in the blanks when the movie came out. But this particular moment had Amy and Jennifer in a heated confrontation, while dressed to the 70′s nines in the bathroom.



Jennifer had on the aforementioned white dress that showed off a good deal of her breasts, and the rest of her sinfully curvy body. Amy had one of those aforementioned plunging dresses — the sparkly one — along with unruly curly hair instead of her usual straight style. Jennifer’s blond hair was still straight and long, but pinned up for this moment.



With this setup, these looks and these two actresses, there was no doubt fireworks would fly. I had read the script and this scene, yet I knew that wouldn’t do it justice. And it didn’t.



Especially in the one moment that wasn’t in the script. The one where Jennifer planted a full on kiss on Amy before leaving the bathroom.



Well, those dirty minds would sure fill in the blanks now. Somehow, I knew they would.



I tried to ignore my….knowledge until I could leave the set. When shooting was done for the day, I got my stuff together and started to make my way out of the building. But before I got too far, I barely stopped myself from bumping into someone.



That someone being Amy, of course. Her hair was straight and flowing again, while her dress was green and her neckline was normal. “Sorry for….almost doing something to be sorry for,” I babbled.



“Then apology almost accepted,” Amy played along. She looked pretty chipper, although this wasn’t out of the ordinary for her.



“Least I have a preview of how happy Michael will look,” I responded.



“Of all days for him not to come himself, huh?” Amy said.



“You said it, not me,” I preemptively defended. “When did David come out with that….last minute rewrite?”



“He didn’t have to. I did it for him,” Amy surprised me.



“Is that what you’re gonna say to the press? Should get a good laugh,” I checked.



“The funniest things are true,” Amy still insisted.



“You’re not conning me?” I tried to still be funny, in spite of my shock. “You do know why it’s hard to believe….a man didn’t come up with that.”



“I sure saw why today. I mean, she’s so cute,” Amy joked. Not everyone could be cutesy while talking about a sexy moment like that — although it was technically more funny than sexy. But that was just another crazy, cutesy, sexy layer on this whole thing, and on Amy in general.



“Yeah, that’s the first word coming to mind,” I had to quip, now able to walk down the halls with Amy. “Well, no one will forget your costumes now. Michael will be pleased about that.”



“Yep. Now that his clothes will be the enemy of straight men everywhere,” Amy kept joking. “Okay, I see the ego and sexism there.”



“Maybe. It’s kind sexist I’m surprised you came up with….that, though. So we’re even,” I offered.



“Yeah. I don’t know, with something like this, and with David and Jennifer…..you kind of want to push the envelope, you know?” Amy reasoned. “That’s been working out pretty well for me lately. And I felt it working today. Still feeling pretty pumped right now, really.”



“I can see that,” I commented, wondering if I shouldn’t see it that much. But as Amy said, pushing the envelope from her earlier, sweet, good girl characters had been paying off. If that scene was the next step, it was hard to argue she shouldn’t stick with what was working.



Of course, so many younger actresses went too far going from sweet to sexy. As someone with more experience, more talent and more of a winning personality, Amy seemed to know how to straddle the line. Both in her career and other areas.



Jennifer was younger and flasher with more….developed body parts all over, and the talent and personality to match them. Amy’s beauty was the kind that slowly got under the skin, until you couldn’t get your mind off it.



It would be hard with that modest but still stunning body — even by late 30′s Hollywood mother standards — that sweet, subtly seductive face, all that luscious red hair surrounding it, and a demeanor that could probably switch from girl next door to total vixen in a split second.



Anyone that pumped over thinking up and acting out a kissing scene with Jennifer Lawrence….well, it sure backed up the vixen theory.



“You know what? We might as well take care of it now,” Amy offered. “I’ve got the outfit for tomorrow’s scene in my trailer. You see me in it now, it should save you a trip.”



“You know I’m not just here to check on your outfits,” I qualified.



“I know. But you’ll have one less thing to worry about tomorrow. You helped make us look this….unique. Least I can do is make you bored for your trouble,” Amy figured.



“I don’t think that’s possible here. But if you wanna try, be my guest,” I agreed, as there was little point in saying no to her. With her looking that eager — to model a dress for me in her trailer, no less — the point was completely lost.



I brushed aside any nervous, suspicious feelings I should have felt. Amy’s company should have made that harder, but it was the direct opposite somehow. Besides, no one — especially a married mom — could be that pumped from getting kissed by Jennifer Lawrence to do more with another guy.



Another guy who already helped make whatever she was trying on. Therefore, there was no need to feel anything. Even if Michael and the crew wouldn’t be around this time.



I tried pushing that aside as I sat in Amy’s trailer, waiting for her to change. “So what scene is this for, exactly?” I asked.



“You’ll know it when you see it,” Amy called from behind her door.



“My boss made it, so you got me there,” I shot back. Those words became pretty accurate when Amy came back.



I recognized the white bra, panties, and strings and pearls attaching them together. I already knew Amy would have nothing else on with this outfit. I’d seen drawings of how she’d look with it on, and I’d even seen pictures of Amy herself in it. This….was different.



“Looks in order,” I tried not to croak. When Amy spun around, I found it best not to say anything. After that, I had only one safe idea left — kind of.



I took out my cell phone, set it up like I needed to, and prepared to take Amy’s picture. I did forget one step, though. “Oh, this isn’t for me!” I remembered to say. “I, um, I’m sending it to Michael. In case he sees something I missed. Not that I missed anything.”



“I believe you,” Amy answered. Before I wondered what exactly she believed, she smiled and put a hand on her mostly bare hip. Taking the cue, I snapped the picture of her, then went over and showed her I was just e-mailing it to Michael. Once I finished, I prepared to delete the pic, proving I had no other motive for it.



“Keep it. Call it a souvenir,” Amy offered.



“I’m calling it a lot of things. That’s just one more,” I accepted.



“Well, thanks for proving you’re on the level anyway. I knew you were, but it’s nice you didn’t want me to forget,” Amy praised. I nodded, keeping the thought that I might be more on the level than her to myself.



“And then came the idea you should kiss me and storm out, like Jennifer did to you,” I said, rolling my eyes and sounding extra sarcastic. If I turned my dirtiest thoughts into a joke, that’d probably make it easier. Besides, leaving the married part aside, she couldn’t well leave the trailer in that costume.



That was my last thought at all before Amy grabbed my face and kissed me. It was hard at first, but she made it softer and seductive before breaking off.



She chuckled, like it was just a regular gag, and smiled as if it was just a regular kiss. I was more at a loss, until I blurted, “So now comes the storming out, right?”



“I can’t leave in this. I can just go to my dresser. If that’s what you want,” Amy proposed.



“You’re the star here. And the pumped up one,” I reminded, ignoring how….pumped up I was getting. “I technically work for you. So what do you want me to do?”



It was unfair to put it on her, but she started most of this. Still, I was getting ready to crumble and back out, until Amy made her decision.



Once her lips glided over mine, I gave in and glided back. Once I put my hand on her bare waist, I was just about gone. When I felt those pearls that my boss designed — which I had felt before, but just not on Amy’s body — that was the clincher.



Both my hands went on Amy as our mouths opened and got faster. I alternated between feeling her soft skin and the almost as soft costume. I merely touched the side of her panties and between her bra cups, but I didn’t go further yet.



Before I could, I figured this had to be more even. I took my hands off Amy to try and get my clothes off, yet she broke and had to help me. I got my suit and shirt off and had my belt flung off as well, leaving us both with a lot of skin on display. Now I figured it was my turn to help Amy show more.



I turned her around and stood behind her, reaching for her bra strap as my face went into her hair and neck. “Trust me, I’m going to be careful with this,” I assured her.



“You really should know how to do this, so I trust you,” Amy said. Moments later, I rewarded that trust. Her bra cups fell off, leaving them and the strings dangling between her legs, since they were still attached to her panties. I shook off how it reminded me of a penis and moved forward.



I didn’t turn Amy around, as I kissed down her back and reveled in her soft, firm shape. I soon got down to my knees and put my hands on her hips, sliding my fingers into her panties. Finally, I slowly pulled them down, making sure not to hurt the integrity of the costume.



After Amy stepped out of it, I went forward with debauching my own integrity.



I kissed up her right leg and stopped just shy of her rounded ass. That seemed like the right time to get up and spin her back around. Before I let myself take the front of her naked body in, I led her to the couch and sat her down, then got on my knees right between her legs.



Without giving either of us time to get ready, I dove my head in and started licking. If she wanted this and set this up for me, despite everything, I was gonna make it worthwhile — at least in the moment.



I started by circling my tongue around her opening, then diving it right in and wiggling inside her. My hands followed by sliding up her waist and grabbing onto her boobs. They held on tight while my mouth and teeth worked on her pussy, right as my thumbs teased her side boobs and nipples.



Amy let out some sweet little moans, perhaps needing to be quiet. They got deeper when I teased her clit, then louder when I sucked on each of her lips. My entire face rubbed her while she lifted her legs up and rested them on my shoulders, before putting a hand into my hair.



I looked up and finally appreciated her completely bare front, chest and aroused face. As I cupped underneath her breasts, Amy looked down at me with a fire matching her red hair. There was the sweetheart turned total vixen stuff I was thinking of. “Well?” Amy dared me in that spirit.



I answered by sticking out my tongue and showing Amy how I licked her out. To follow up, I took my left hand off her chest and slid my forefinger into her, pumping away. At that point, I licked the top of her pussy and took my right hand down to lick my forefinger and thumb — before having them go back to tug on her right nipple.



They wet and teased Amy’s nipple and breast while I finger fucked her and tasted her below. Amy let out a deep breath and tightened her legs around my head, pushing my head down deeper between them. I kept up by licking her and rapidly swiping my thumb beneath her pussy, despite my finger slowing down inside her.



“Fuck me harder,” Amy asked while gasping. Instead, I took my finger out of her and lapped up her open space. Meanwhile, my wet finger and thumb rubbed together, before I reached out and put them on her left breast. With her left perky flesh being coated and rubbed, I took my right hand off her right breast.



Now I would use my right thumb to rub up and down her pussy, without going in. My tongue then did the same, much to Amy’s frustration and pleasure. But I did get my thumb into her for a few seconds, though I took it out and let my tongue go in next.



Eventually, I just let my thumb stroke the right side of her pussy while I ate her out harder. Amy put both hands on top of my head and grinded herself against me. Her sounds and taste consumed me — enough so that I brushed off another suspicious sound. One that sounded like a knock.



When I started hearing it again, Amy drowned it out by asking, “You gonna make me cum for you?” in that sweet voice of hers. I did want to do that, and my rhythm was getting good enough to make it happen — hopefully. I didn’t want to stop the momentum now.



“Go on, make me cum for you,” Amy said, passionately and lovingly. I couldn’t ignore that combination.



My mouth, teeth and tongue devoured Amy in one more burst, as my thumb rubbed what I couldn’t eat. Amy groaned and called out “Fuck” — but then I heard another “Fuck” A different sounding fuck. One that sounded like it came after the words “What the”



Yet Amy pushed my head down harder, all but holding it so I couldn’t look up. It seemed the only way out was to make her cum. And I was planning on doing that anyway.



Despite the sneaking suspicion that I had a larger audience, it didn’t make me run away like it should have. I at least wanted something for my efforts first, so I licked and rubbed her all over to get it. I thought I heard “What the fuck?” again in the background, only even more shocked.



I just heard Amy say, “Watch me cum,” and I chose to assume she was talking to me. Once I sucked on her clit and lips, then tugged them with my fingers, I got to see it.



Amy thrust herself up on my face as she came on it, leaving me to lick and collect it up. She moaned enough to drown out anyone else who might be there. But when she got quieter, I heard another voice say again, “The fuck….”



This time things were quiet enough for me to recognize that other voice. Recognize, but not believe who it sounded like. She couldn’t have….



The minute Amy’s hands left my head, I turned and realized she had.



So now Jennifer Lawrence was watching me emerge from Amy’s legs, with traces of her cum on my lips. That’s all I missed earlier. “The fuck?” I asked this time.



“You want a straight answer, get in line,” Jennifer replied, somehow still quippy despite all this.



“I think I started the line and then some,” I retorted.



“Did you get here before Amy invited me here?” Jennifer asked, pulling out her cell phone and showing such a text from Amy. Which seemed to be sent a few minutes before I ran into her. If that’s what it really was.



“You actually have me there,” I admitted, then turned to Amy as she took her legs off me. “Why does she have me there? Were you….planning to put on a show for her?”



“You didn’t seem to object when she came in,” Amy reminded me. “And she didn’t either. Not once she saw what you did.”



Jennifer didn’t have an answer to that yet. It was pretty rare when this chatty, red hot force of nature didn’t have words for something, so this was rare if nothing else. As if I didn’t know that already.



“You haven’t seen something like that in a while. Or been part of it, probably,” Amy appeared to be saying to Jennifer. “With the Oscars and the on-off thing with Nicholas, how could you? Yet you still had enough energy to tear my ass up today. That kind of power shouldn’t burn out. Not without some relief.”



Amy slid down the couch, getting closer to a still stunned Jennifer. “Look, I’m just coming off the Oscars and jumping back to work too. I’ve done this four times in eight years, and I still need stuff like this to give me relief. And I’m older than you and I still haven’t won yet! So what are you gonna do?”



“I, um….I hadn’t thought ahead that far yet,” Jennifer settled on answering.



“Right. As freakishly loved and level headed as you are right now, there’s still some things you need to learn,” Amy laid out. “Since I have the experience, and I’m technically the leading lady around here….I figured I could help you learn.”



“That’s what kissing her and fucking me was about?” I chimed back in, getting back on my feet.



“Well, I’ve only done one of those so far,” Amy pointed out. “I haven’t even seen what I’d be fucking yet. So before I forget….”



Amy slid back over to me, now sitting in front of my crotch. Just as I realized that, she worked fast to unzip me and pull my cock out — still erect despite the little break and Jennifer’s presence. Not that her being around was a boner shrinker.



“There we go. See, this is a good place to unwind,” Amy told Jennifer, before going back to me and licking my head. As if she hadn’t, she continued, “Working off the stress of a busy schedule and big movie….with a guy who had to study your body very close, before he could make costumes that fit it. The parts they covered, anyway.”

“That was Michael. I just double checked,” I stupidly reminded Amy.



“Well, you had to do that stuff too, just to make sure he got it right. Right?” Amy asked, licking down my shaft before I could answer. “And you were very adept at getting them off me just right. She’s not wearing Michael’s stuff now, but I think you could make due. I’ll bet she could make due with a lot of things too. I know I am.”



With that, Amy slowly slid her mouth down my shaft and started sucking. This did take my mind off the other issues for a while. Especially as Amy slid her tongue on me and looked up, her gorgeous blue eyes and lovely face mixed with a seductive hunger.



I enjoyed that for several seconds, until I remembered to check Jennifer’s own lovely face. It wasn’t quite as hungry yet, though she was standing next to me and watching the show instead of running in disgust.



Still, as freakishly mature, level headed and bouncy as she was, she was still only 23. Maybe this was finally the one thing she couldn’t handle. “This wasn’t my idea,” I told her through Amy’s suckling.



“I know,” Jennifer spoke up, shyer than I’d ever heard her. “It has been a while….maybe I do need a breather. Obviously she knows what she’s doing,” she gestured to Amy. “You seemed to know a few things too.”



“She lured you at the right moment,” I said, impressed with my ability to talk while Amy sucked more of my cock in. “It’d be hard to show you now, though.”



“But not impossible,” Jennifer said. With her mind apparently made up, she got bold again and took my right hand, guiding it to the top of her jeans. Although I could slide my fingers in, they wouldn’t be in the ideal place to stroke her. Nevertheless, she unbuttoned her jeans to give me a better fit.



Amy hummed her approval on my shaft and licked it up and down, removing some key bits of doubt. With that, my hand went into Jennifer’s jeans and the back of it brushed the center of her underwear. I still tried to rub it and give her some friction, and it did seem to work after a while.



“Okay, I can see it now,” Jennifer commented, stepping over to stand in front of me and next to Amy. Therefore, when she lowered her jeans and showed her purple panties and long legs, I had a better position to work on them.



My right fingers brushed the center of Jennifer’s undergarment, while my left hand went onto Amy’s hair. It took a handful of that silky surface, as my right hand got acquainted with Jennifer’s. I got a finger into her panties and into her, as my thumb brushed her below like I did with Amy.



Jennifer made it easier — but not at first when she got my hand off her. Yet when she lowered her panties and exposed her bare pussy and voluptuous hips, it got pretty easy. Particularly when I put my finger back in and started pumping her, curling into her pussy while my thumb went up top this time.



After letting me wiggle around, Jennifer took a step closer to me. She studied me, quivered a bit once I got deeper in her, then lunged to kiss me. Between Amy’s lips below me and Jennifer’s lips on my own, it was a formidable double whammy.



My left hand couldn’t reach over to Jennifer, since it was still tangled on Amy’s head. I took a risk by taking my right hand off Jennifer’s center, so I could touch the top of her leg and go over to her ample backside. I squeezed and rubbed her round cheek hard to make up for it, but since she didn’t stop kissing me, it seemed I was okay.



My hand went under her striped shirt and slid up her back, until I found the surface of a bra. At that, I slid back down to her ass and returned to her pussy. Jennifer broke our kiss soon after, taking a deep breath before pulling her shirt over her head.



Once she threw it to the floor, I saw that Jennifer had nothing on but a purple bra. A purple bra with mouth watering cleavage, to go along with the rest of her bare, mouth watering figure.



Jennifer’s va-va-voom, eye catching curves were such a stark contrast to Amy’s more modest, demure but still heart-stoppingly gorgeous features. Yet such a contrast made everything even hotter at this point. Dropping my face between Jennifer’s breasts while Amy stroked and suckled me helped too.



To help Jennifer, my finger thrusted harder into her while stroking whatever it could. Amy took me in harder too, so I tried to sync up my finger’s movements with her mouth. We probably lost the sync up somewhere, but Amy’s mouth, the top of Jennifer’s breasts and her tightening pussy were handy distractions.



“Okay, we can switch up,” I heard Amy say. I felt her leaving my cock alone too, and feared Jennifer’s tits would leave soon after. “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it,” I heard Amy sell further.



Taking her word for it, Jennifer backed away from me and my hand. Amy left the couch to stand where Jennifer was standing, then Jennifer sat where Amy had sat — on the couch and in front of my cock. Getting the idea, her mouth picked up where Amy’s left off.



Jennifer’s tongue slid on my underside and teased it, all as her mouth sunk lower. Like with Amy, I almost trembled at seeing Jennifer’s beautiful face taking my cock in, and at feeling her hot mouth cover more of it. Her hair wasn’t done up anymore, so I could put my left hand in it and play around like I did with Amy.



The same Amy who was already standing bare naked next to me. While I’d enjoyed the bottom part of her body, I hadn’t done the same with her top. And her’s was actually bare.



My head went down to cover Amy’s rosy nipple and rosy, firm breast. Meanwhile, my right hand went down Amy’s back to her peachy rump, sliding my middle finger below her cheeks. It played around with her pussy as my mouth went to her right tit, then up to her neck.



In the meantime, Jennifer was tonguing my slit while wrapping both hands on my shaft. She kissed and coated my head, but soon brought it down to her cleavage. She did slide it over her bra cups, so I hadn’t missed her taking off her bra — which made it easier to focus on Amy’s chest.



Yet I didn’t feel anything on my cock for several seconds after that. Even when I felt Jennifer’s hands back on me, they were on my pants. In all this, they hadn’t been unbuttoned or lowered yet, but she took care of that. After she did, her hands were right on my bare ass while her tongue slid up my staff.



Jennifer kept making me wet, before I felt something fuller on my cock. Two fuller things, actually. That made me finally turn from Amy to see Jennifer’s bare tits — which looked even better out of a tight white dress and on my erection. They pumped it thoroughly until Jennifer took them off, so she could all but deep throat me and then rub my wet shaft on the front of her breasts.



I had to grab them when she was done, rubbing her own saliva onto her ample flesh. She used her remaining saliva to wet my cock even more, making me forget Amy was still there. Until she came back into view and put her left hand between Jennifer’s legs.



“What-” Jennifer started. But I instinctively pushed my hips forward, leaving my head on her lips. Amy slid a finger on her lower lips as my cock parted her upper ones. Eventually, Jennifer took it back in, although her focus was more on Amy than me.



She still looked stunned at all this — yet her moans on me when Amy dug deeper into her betrayed her. Amy sat next to her and placed more of her hand on Jennifer’s crotch, fingering her as Jennifer bobbled on me faster. I went back to holding her tits in the process, but the combined feels and sights were getting a bit much already.



As soon as Amy got more fingers into her, and Jennifer groaned on the bottom of my shaft, I knew my limits. “Oh God, this is too much,” I excused, pulling out of Jennifer’s mouth while it still seemed like a sane idea.



As soon as I backed away, Amy put her head across Jennifer’s lap. “Jesus Christ….oh, Jesus Christ,” Jennifer moaned as Amy made contact. If I touched myself to this, I would likely be finished. So I settled for going on my knees in front of Jennifer, kissing her breasts and putting my hands on her.



I pulled back and watched Amy work on Jennifer, then noticed her ass was almost up in the air on the couch. Therefore, I reached over and grabbed it with my right hand, just as I went back to Jennifer’s chest. The plan was to finger Amy to make her finger and eat Jennifer harder, while my mouth added extra support.



Before long, I heard Amy’s muffled moans get louder, while Jennifer struggled to keep hers down. “You gotta be….oh, fuck me!” Jennifer cried, as her moans and body shuddered for obvious reasons.



I pulled back to see Jennifer’s orgasmic face and movements, as Amy drank her down out of my sight. Once Jennifer got herself still, I looked at her and she looked utterly stunned, drained….and a few other un-describable things. Amy lifted her head up and looked much more confident.



“I think we can give her a few minutes,” Amy told me as she backed away from Jennifer. “If it’s still not too much for you….” She trailed off, lying on her back on the couch after Jennifer got up.



I checked my cock, touched it to make sure I wasn’t that fragile, and declared myself good to go. A still distracted Jennifer gave me room, leaving me to get on top of Amy and settle myself between her. After Amy put her hands on my hips, I pushed them a little further.



After adjusting to Amy’s warmth, I slowly slid in and out of her, needing to prolong this. I then remembered to kiss her again too, while there was still a bit of Jennifer on her lips. Amy let me lick it off before sliding her tongue into my mouth, setting off another slow make out session.



I needed this to settle me down, though I knew Amy would turn this up before long. Therefore, my left hand made its way between us while I savored the sensual kisses. I got to her pussy right as I broke from her mouth, trailing my lips down her neck instead.



I couldn’t give her a hickey or any marks, so I still kissed her gently while I tried to finger and fuck her. My lips went over to her shoulder, allowing me to nuzzle her flowing hair too. My right hand went onto her shoulder to help me keep my grip on her, as my mouth went to her ear right while my hips and left hand went faster.



“God, you’re so sexy,” I whispered. Amy being beautiful and lovely was undeniable, but this took her to a new level of sexy — like the movie was already doing. I figured she should hear it now before everyone else told her in eight months.



“Oh, fuck, thank you,” Amy groaned a little louder, then promptly planted her hands on my ass. They helped move it faster while Amy tightened on my cock, so I just rested my head next to hers and prepared to hold on.



“Don’t finish her without me,” I heard next to me. I lifted my head up to see Jennifer kneeling down next to us, looking much more composed. “She did this for both of us, right?” she asked rhetorically.



Ready to play her part in this again, Jennifer started it the way it began, by kissing Amy. This time it wasn’t by surprise, it was unscripted in a different way, and Amy was able to kiss her back. When she broke apart, I leaned down to kiss Amy myself, then broke to give Jennifer a smooch.



“Okay, now that we’re all acquainted. Sit up, man,” Jennifer asked. It seemed she was much more confident and was ready to go all in, like with everything else she did. Taking her orders, I sat up on my knees and let Amy wrap her legs around me before pumping her again.



Now Jennifer had open space to put her hand on Amy’s pussy, while I was still fucking it. She teased it while I went over to tease Amy’s breasts again. I even tried to reach over and touch Jennifer’s right boob at the same time. Eventually, she slid closer to me and made that easier.



Soon I mastered jiggling two different breasts at once, while Jennifer played with Amy’s pussy and even her own. However, I saw her head inching towards Amy’s pussy. When I figured out what she was thinking about doing, I slowed my hips down in case they’d have company.



Before long, Jennifer took a breath and put her head above Amy’s center. I was able to fuck Amy slow so I wouldn’t bump into Jennifer, who took a tentative lick above her pussy. I pulled my hips back and just left my head in, giving Jennifer more room to experiment.



Her tongue circled the top of Amy’s filled opening, with neither actress noticing that my left hand left Amy’s chest. I did it so my finger could trace and lightly rub Amy’s pussy, all as Jennifer’s tongue was doing the same and my cock was still inside her.



When Jennifer had enough and pulled away, I slammed all the way back into Amy right as they kissed again. She moaned into Jennifer as she tasted herself on her, with more than enough juices going on me as well. “Oh, mother fucker….” Amy gritted her teeth after breaking the kiss.



I had to go slower after that, but it wasn’t by that much. Yet before I fingered her again, Jennifer said, “Let’s try something else while we still can.”



Jennifer made Amy sit up and get off me, which might have been for the best. We watched as Jennifer sat on the couch, before taking Amy’s hand and having her straddle her co-star. After Amy settled down and wrapped her legs around Jennifer, I checked to see that I still had room to get in.



Unfortunately, I couldn’t get back into her pussy from behind her — not with her straddling Jennifer like that. This left one option to go.



Amy already started grinding herself on Jennifer, their pussies rubbing together. I dove my right hand in between, collecting as much wetness as I could. When I had enough to work with, I put my wet fingers right above Amy’s ass, though I hesitated to go lower.



“Mmm hmmm,” Amy muttered, although that could have been due to Jennifer. Just in case, I trailed my fingers down Amy’s cleft, and she didn’t protest. This gave me the green light to smear Amy’s juices over her own backdoor.



I put my fingers back between their other holes to get more, dabbing it onto Amy’s behind. Deciding I had enough, I put some leftover lube on my head before lining it up. My head was all I put in, and all I could stand to put in as Amy’s perfect ass surrounded it.



Amy took some deep breaths, stopping her movement on Jennifer. Still, Jennifer fingered her pussy and massaged her breasts to settle her down. I put my hands around her waist myself, very slowly moving in and out behind her.



Before long, Amy was able to relax and lean against me. Jennifer sat up as well, making sure Amy was sandwiched between the two of us. I took over holding Amy’s tits, leaving Jennifer to stroke her pussy and Amy to play with Jennifer’s chest. All the while, I was speeding up in Amy’s ass and burying my face in her hair and neck.



“Is this what you wanted?” I asked Amy quietly. “Coming between us like this?”



“Not quite there yet,” Amy teased, even in her position. “Oh God….still can’t complain,” she cooed when Jennifer’s finger curled in her just right.



“You’d better not,” Jennifer commented. On that note, Amy bucked herself against my cock and Jennifer’s finger, as we sped up her double penetration. She kept it up even when she leaned forward to push up and taste Jennifer’s breasts, which only made me go faster.



“My God, you two….” I exclaimed. “Why haven’t I cum yet?”



“You gonna?” Amy muttered into Jennifer’s chest.



“Won’t take much now,” I admitted, holding onto Amy’s ass and getting ready for her go-ahead.



“Damnit, I still have to be the good girl,” Amy groaned, more frustrated this time. “That’s why I can’t let you cum until you have Jennifer. So….go on, get out before I change my mind.”



“You sure?” I asked them both.



“Well, some parts of me were getting lonely,” Jennifer conceded. “I could….use a nice balance with you guys.”



I thought it over, until my thoughts gave me the perfect mental image. A few more final pumps into Amy, and I was ready to get it out of my head.



After pulling out of Amy, I had her get off of Jennifer and sit down on the middle of the couch. Once Jennifer got up, I led her to stand in front of Amy. “Hands and knees, please,” I asked, and Jennifer didn’t object.



Once she was on all fours with her face in front of Amy’s open legs, I stood behind Jennifer. “If you wouldn’t mind helping Amy, I can help you out too,” I told her.



I looked down to admire her shapely ass, then positioned my cock head right against her pussy. After brushing my head on it, Jennifer got the hint and put her head down between Amy’s legs. This lifted her ass up further, giving me room to insert myself below.



“Okay, we’re set now,” I insisted, thrusting into Jennifer for the first time. Amy seemed to groan her approval once Jennifer resumed touching her.



This little chain of ours went slowly but surely in pleasing each other. I took it up a notch when I went faster, needing to see Jennifer’s heart shaped rump ripple. If I went hard enough to make Jennifer dive harder onto Amy too, so much the better.



I added on by grabbing Jennifer’s dangling tits while gyrating against her ass. It seemed to make her groan harder on Amy, who put a hand into her hair in return. She pushed herself deeper on Jennifer’s face as I pushed harder against her from behind, making her the DP recipient in a way.



“Fuck, what am I doing?” Jennifer said on Amy’s pussy, more out of amazement than confusion.



“Cumming soon, hopefully,” I answered, putting my left hand on her pussy. It rubbed her while my cock pounded her and my other hand bounced her tits, all as Amy tried to flood her mouth.



“Hopefully that’s going around,” Amy added. Jennifer got the hint right away.



She put her hands on the couch, but still stayed in position for me to keep going. Now that she wasn’t leaning on her hands, she could put her right one on Amy’s side, and use the left one to tug and rub her pussy. As she got a good grip on her lips and clit, she licked rapidly and deeply nearby.



“That what you’re talking about? Huh?” Jennifer teased, as Amy’s barely quiet moans answered her. In my own response, I fucked her faster in a big burst, causing her to lie her head on Amy and grip her harder.



“Right, something like that?” I got out while gritting my teeth. It was a miracle we were all quiet enough at this point. It was a miracle everyone assumed Amy and Jennifer had left — at least I assumed they thought that. If they were looking for them or me, I hoped they could wait a few more minutes.



Less than one might be all I needed to take care of Jennifer. She sounded closer when I put both hands on her pussy and tried to finger it, collecting some juices on my fingers. I put my wet left finger on her ass and rubbed the liquid on her cheek, before lightly slapping it. Jennifer groaned lightly, then did it again when I smeared my wet right finger onto her nipple.



I rubbed both ample body parts as Amy put her hands back on Jennifer’s head. She humped her face as both she and Jennifer hopefully got closer. To make sure Jennifer did, I squeezed her ass and tit one more time, then put both my hands on her pussy and rubbed mindlessly.



“Jesus, fuck, I’m gonna fucking fuck….” Jennifer babbled between Amy’s legs. Finally, she settled for exploding onto my cock.



I had been slowing down ever since my fingers got involved, out of pure necessity. I was almost still by the time she came, so I forced myself to freeze up. I was about there right around the time Amy arched her body and let out a deep cry of her own.



It seemed both Jennifer and Amy beat me with their second orgasm before I reached my first — and maybe last of my life, at this rate. To prolong it at least a second more, I pulled out of Jennifer. She immediately dropped her ass to the floor as she caught her breath, removing her face from Amy’s wet surface.



I risked walking over to them for a better look, my wet and erect cock still standing up. Jennifer rolled out of the way, with some traces of Amy still on her lip. Amy saw the traces of Jennifer on my cock, then looked up and noted, “Still nothing, huh?”

My husband was out of town. Again. Sometimes I felt like a single Mom, raising my two kids without a husband present. He made great money, but sometimes I felt like he travelled so much that I didn’t have a partner. In addition, when he was home he seemed distracted, too busy catching up on his own life to pay much attention to me. Rather than his absence making our sex life or our hearts grow fonder, it seemed to be doing the opposite. I was lonely, and I was often very horny. My loneliness led me to fantasies and my fantasies led me to taking things into my own hands on a regular basis.



My next door neighbors were two recently divorced men who had moved in together to save money while their finances recovered from their respective divorces. Tom, the blonde CPA, was often the object of my fantasies. He was about five years younger than me; probably 35 or so. He had a sailboat and had the ruddy complexion of a man who spent a lot of time in the wind and sun. His roommate, Benson, was probably 40, in business for himself with a strong, quiet demeanor that kept people at a distance. That might have been why he was living in a divorce house with Tom. I suspected that his introverted and self-protective nature may have always left his wife feeling like an outsider. But I must say that he was an intriguing man, and nice looking with a good build, and I sometimes found my mind drifting to him as well while my fingers worked their magic.



As time went by, I became better and better friends with Tom and Ben. There were lots of weekend afternoons that we spent together, especially the weekends when their kids were visiting. I must admit that I found the attention from two good looking, virile men to be quite addicting when my husband was away and I was feeling lonely and abandoned. Tom would BBQ, and I’d make a salad. Ben’s specialty was garlic bread, and we often made fun of him for his meager talents; but the kids would play, and we would drink wine, and these two good men would make me feel like I belonged somewhere in the world.



Sometimes when the evening had worn on, and the kids were in the back room playing video games, and the wine had been flowing freely since 3 or 4 in the afternoon, I would share and tell them how much I felt abandoned by my travelling husband. They were two good souls, and they listened to me and encouraged me to be strong and be the best person I could be with the circumstance I was in. They were truly good friends, and I came to love them dearly.



On one such evening, I was complaining that my husband was coming home for about 4 days, and then would be leaving again for almost two weeks. I told them how I felt I had no control in my relationship, and that my life revolved around the whim of his work schedule. In short, I told them, I was nearing the limit of my understanding and compliance. Money was money, but I needed something more. I needed a man in my life. A real man who was there in flesh and blood.



As we sat and drank our wine we could hear the kids in the back room, screeching each time a zombie was killed or a car wrecked. Suddenly, Tom stood up and said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea!”



I was definitely a little tipsy, and I immediately responded, “OK, I’m in!” Ben stated that he needed to hear the idea first.



“Well,” said Tom. “Next weekend is supposed to be fantastic weather for so early in the year. Neither Ben nor I have our kids; I say we take my boat up to Lake Shandon and spend the weekend. We can sail, swim, lay in the sun, and then BBQ and drink more of this very fine wine in the evenings. We could even beach the boat and have a bonfire on the sand!”



“Will your boat sleep you two, plus me and the kids?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a pretty good idea.



“No!” said Tom. “No kids. Adults only. You spend all your time and effort taking care of your kids while your husband gallivants around the country selling medical imaging or whatever he sells. This is your time. Get someone to take care of your kids, and we’ll just be three free souls out for a weekend of fun!”



I honestly did not see anything inappropriate in his suggestion; we were, after all, three great neighborhood friends, and the idea of a weekend at the lake without the kids really did appeal to me.



“Well,” I said. “My sister and brother in law live only a couple of hours away and they could probably take Jason and Char for the weekend.”



“Settled!” said Tom. “It’s the Barton Street Boating Weekend……next weekend!” With that he raised his wine glass and looked expectantly at the both of us. Ben raised his glass and I raised mine, and we both said, almost in unison, “I’m in!”



That night in bed I masturbated furiously, having wild fantasies about having sex with Tom on his boat. I got so excited I actually left a wet spot on the bed and had to move over to my husband’s side. I left it at that, just a fantasy, and fell into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.



My husband came home the next evening and for some reason for the entire four days he was home I didn’t tell him about my plans for the following weekend. I quietly made arrangements with my sister, Maddie, to come pick up Jason and Char and take them out to their house in the country on Friday when they got out of school. I asked her to keep it quiet, although I didn’t tell her why. Tom and Ben and I conspired in private all week on food, wine, games, and other travel plans for our big weekend at the lake. I had no reason to think it was anything more than good friends spending time together, but somewhere, deep in the woman inside me, I knew I was hoping for more.



With our plans all set, I sent the kids off to school Friday morning, took my husband to the airport, dutifully kissed him goodbye, then drove home with great anticipation. With the kids taken care of, and my husband gone, I felt free and released of all my responsibilities. I actually got turned on driving home from the airport, and even felt the urge to touch myself. I didn’t, of course, but I enjoyed just feeling the urge. I felt free.



When I got home, Tom had the boat hooked up to his truck and pulled in front of their house. I raced in, grabbed the bag that I had surreptitiously packed while my husband was still at home, checked to make sure all the doors were locked, and almost ran next door to meet my friends.



The drive up to the lake took about 45 minutes, and I sat on the bench seat between Tom and Ben. I was wearing my swimsuit with just a cover, and was very aware that my bare legs were very exposed to both these hunky men. Every time Tom shifted gears his hand would brush against my left leg and each time it turned me on just a little bit more. The conversation was lively and fun, and we were three good friends headed out for a great weekend.



We got to the lake and launched the boat with Tom’s expert guidance. We loaded our supplies while Tom raised the mast, then motored out from the dock. As soon as we were clear of the buoys, Tom stopped the motor and stripped down to his board shorts. Following suit, Ben did the same, and with the warm sun on me, I took off my cover, leaving only my skimpy bikini covering my vital parts. Again with Tom’s guidance, we raised the sails and were off in the wind.



It was really lovely sailing around the large lake. Tom moved around the boat, adjusting sails and stowing gear. He looked great with his blonde chest hair, strong physique, penetrating blue eyes, and really cute smile. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of a rather large bulge in his trunks each time he shimmied past me with his crotch next to my face. I actually felt the urge at one point to reach out and touch it, but being the good girl I’ve always been, resisted the wonton impulse.



Benson, meanwhile, seemed to be catering to my every whim. Sunscreen? “Sure, Ben.” and there he was with the sunscreen, even being nice enough to apply it to my back. He brought out snacks, the snap peas and blue cheese dressing I had bought on an outing to Trader Joe’s. And finally, after we had sailed for a couple of hours, he went below and came back with a bottle of Chardonnay and three plastic wine glasses. “Let the fun begin,” he said. I thought it already had. I was in heaven.



When that bottle of wine was gone, and half of another, and the sails were down and we lay still in the middle of a back arm of the lake sunning ourselves, we decided it was time to find shelter for the evening and hunker down. Tom motored us to a quiet cove, and just offshore, he let out the main anchor in the front of the boat as Ben let out a smaller one at the rear. When they were both sure the boat was secure, Tom walked over to me and sat down next to me.



“I’m so glad we could all come out together this weekend,” he said, and gave me a big hug. It felt so good to be held by him and I hugged him back, maybe just for an instant too long.



Sensing that I had held the embrace longer than he intended, I quickly pushed him away and called out, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” and dove over the side of the boat. Both Tom and Ben followed immediately and we had fun splashing and playing in the water. Tom did swim up to me at one point and grab me playfully. His arms and skin felt good in the cool water, and I knew that I had crossed a dangerous line. I was more focused on how good Tom felt than I was the guilt of being there with them without my husband.



The evening was warm and Tom BBQ’ed off the back of the boat. We swam occasionally, prepared food, drank wine sparingly, talked, and felt the day’s fading sun on our skin. It was truly an afternoon to remember. After a great dinner on the boat, Tom went below and brought me a blanket. I was still wearing nothing but my bikini, and the evening was beginning to chill.



Ben went below and came back with a bottle of red wine and three real glass wine glasses. “Ok,” he said. “I’ve been saving this bottle of wine for a special occasion since before I got divorced. It’s a Chateau Laffite Rothschild, 1987. Arguably one of the best wines in the world. My wife didn’t know I owned it, therefore I still have it. Tonight we drink and be merry!”



He opened the bottle and poured us each a portion. “To the three of us,” he said, and put his glass forward to be touched by ours before we drank. I truly felt this was a special moment and clinked my glass lightly against his. I turned to Tom to clink his glass as well and our eyes met, and I felt as though he was looking into my soul in the waning light of the day.



“To the three of us,” he said, and lightly touched his glass to mine, then to Ben’s.



I looked away and took a sip. I don’t know much about wine, but this was very smooth and very, very tasty. “Mm mm,” I said and wrapped the blanket more tightly around me. “Very good, Benson. Very fine.”



I was sitting in the bow of the boat with Tom and Ben on either side of me and I took another sip, put down my glass, and leaned towards Tom. Snuggling up to him just a bit, I sighed and thought about how absolutely wonderful it felt to be with these two good men tonight. Tom put his arm around me, and Ben moved closer, leaning lightly against me. Mmmmm. It just felt wonderful.



We sat in silence as the darkness fell, sipping our wine and just feeling comfortable in each other’s presence. The boat rocked us gently as I felt myself melting into Tom. Ben cuddled me from the other side, leaning in close. I was really in bliss, wrapped warm and comfy in my blanket with men I felt close to snuggling with me on either side.



I felt Tom move slightly, and felt the blanket shift against my legs. Moments later, I felt a hand gently lay itself on my bare thigh and begin rubbing lightly. It felt wonderful, and although I knew I was a married woman, I made no move to resist or stop it.



I leaned into Tom and sighed, which he must have taken as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stroked the top of my thigh down to my knee and back up again as he hugged me close. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s hand on me. He began kissing my neck and ear lightly as he rubbed my other leg, and let his hand linger near the top. I shifted slightly, parting my legs ever so much, wishing and anticipating that he would move his hand towards my moistening flower. I knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right. I snuggled into his gentle kisses.



I felt Ben move even closer and I reached my arm out and wrapped it around his shoulder, covering him with the blanket as well, pulling him closer as Tom’s hand began straying to the inside of my parted thighs. He began to rub the inside of my thigh, up and down so slowly, so tantalizingly. Each time he would come up just short of the top, deliciously close to my now wanting womanhood, wet with anticipation. Ben must have taken me sharing my blanket with him as a go sign, and I felt his warm breath as he began nuzzling and kissing my neck and ear on my other side. What an amazing feeling having a man on each side of me kissing and nuzzling my neck and cheeks.



I became very aware of the thin sheath of material my bikini afforded between Tom’s potential touch and my now soaking pussy. As he rubbed the inside of my thigh, I snuggled into him even more and tried to will his hand to touch me there. I wanted his touch. I needed his touch. I spread my legs a little wider and thrust my hips forward just a little; just enough to coax him to touch me there. He continued to rub the insides of my thighs slowly and purposefully. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.



Ben was kissing my neck and ear, and I felt his hand under the blanket on the bare skin of my tummy. He rubbed in light circles, then touched my breast on the outside of my bathing suit. I felt my nipple stiffen and I reached up and took his hand and pressed it to my breast. As Tom caressed my open thigh within inches of my wet and aching clit, I pulled my bikini top up and guided Ben’s hand to my erect nipple. He flicked it lightly then gave it a light pinch, pulling gently as he did. It felt heavenly.



Ben moved his lips towards mine and I eagerly sought them out. With my lips locked in a passionate kiss with Ben and his hand gently caressing my nipple, I felt Tom’s hand move up the inside of my thigh and begin to lightly caress my wet slit through the now soaked material of my bikini. He rubbed his hand up and down my sex, adding gentle pressure as Ben’s tongue sought mine in our passionate kiss. I moaned into Ben’s mouth.



I felt Tom’s fingers move from the gusset of my bikini bottom and he began rubbing his finger along the seam of the leg hole. I could feel that he was trying to work his finger under the side of bikini so he could feel my bare sex. I had shaved in the shower that morning and I knew that my little kitty was bare and thought for a moment how slick it must be with my juices flowing so freely.



Suddenly I felt Tom’s finger slide under the material and gasped into Ben’s mouth as it probed my sex, then penetrated me. I pushed back against his hand and for a moment he just held his finger deep inside me. The feeling was amazing, locked in a passionate kiss with Ben, having my nipples stroked and Tom’s finger buried deep inside me.



I broke my kiss with Ben and turned to Tom and he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and I had a very mild orgasm as our mouths melted together in a torrid kiss. Not wanting to make Ben feel left out I reached over and put my hand in his lap and felt for his penis. I quickly found a very hard cock and gave it a squeeze as Tom began moving his finger up to my clit and making small circles around it. He teased me, avoiding the hard nub, but lightly rubbing every inch of my slick lips and skin around it. Still locked in my kiss with Tom, my tongue searching and finding his tongue, I stroked Ben’s hard cock. Ben’s hand left my breast, and I felt him open the blanket wrapped around us. In a moment, his head went down and I felt his warm tongue caress first my right nipple, then move to the left one and do the same.



Just then Tom’s fingertip brushed lightly across my clit. I moaned into his mouth. The gentle rocking of the boat accentuated the heaven I was in. Here I was with my two close friends and neighbors, one with his mouth on my breasts, the other with his hand on my sex. I continued rubbing Ben’s cock through his shorts, and with my other hand felt for Tom’s. When I found it, I was surprised by its size. Ben’s felt normal in my hand; about the same size as my husband’s, which was plenty for me. Tom, however, was much bigger around and I suspected longer as well. It was so hard it felt like stone through the material of his swim trunks.



I felt a momentary pang of guilt when I thought about the fact that I was comparing the size of the cocks in my hands to my husband’s. But it passed in a brief moment, and I knew that what was happening here was meant to be. It had been my secret fantasy. So secret that I hadn’t even admitted it to myself. I wanted Tom; he had been the object of my fantasies. But I wanted Ben as well. I wanted them at the same time.



At that moment, Tom broke our kiss. He pulled his face away from mine and looked in my eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, and I felt my heart melt.



“Yes,” I answered. “More than okay. It feels right.” Ben had sat up when he heard Tom speak. I looked over at him.



“Are you okay with this?” I asked Ben.



“Yeah,” he replied. “We both are. We wanted this to happen. We hoped it would happen.”



I pulled Ben to me and kissed him deeply. Then I turned and did the same to Tom. When our kiss broke, Tom moved onto his knees on the deck in front of me. He unwrapped the blanked from around me and put his hands on either side of my bikini bottoms. I lifted my fanny off the seat and with one motion he pulled them down and off. As he did so, Ben reached behind me and I leaned forward. He unclasped my top and pulled it away.



Ben leaned in and began kissing my neck as Tom leaned forward into the V formed by my legs. He gently spread them and I felt his warm breath on my pussy. I felt the first light touch of his tongue on my wet sex and pulled Ben up to kiss me. I reached for Ben’s hard cock again and when I did he untied and pulled open the Velcro fastener. I fished out his cock and felt the smooth warm skin in my cool hand. He was hard, ready to fuck me in an instant if I pulled him to me.



Tom began licking up and down my wet pussy, stopping to nibble and gently suck on my clit. I stroked Ben’s hard cock in time with Tom’s busy tongue as I continued to kiss him passionately. I felt one of Tom’s fingers slip just inside my hole. He held it there as he worked my clit with his talented tongue. Then he slid it in just a little further as he whisked the tip of his tongue over my swollen nub. I began pulling on Ben’s cock. I wanted it near me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. I was at a feverish pitch, Tom working his magic on my wet slit with his tongue, running his finger in and out of me, touching all the right places.



I pulled harder on Ben’s cock and he got the idea. He got up on his knees on the cushion next to me and offered me his cock. I grabbed it and pulled it towards my hungry mouth, and just as I wrapped my lips around it and began swirling my tongue around the head, Tom slipped another finger into me, then another. He began to fuck me with his fingers as he licked and sucked at my clit. The more excited I became the greedier I felt for Ben’s cock in my mouth. I worked him with my hand as I licked and sucked feverishly. Tom was getting me close, so close to cumming. I reached over with my free hand and squeezed Tom’s cock and when I did, holding two cocks in my hand at the same time, I came hard against Tom’s mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on and on in wave after wave and I sucked greedily on Ben’s hardness as each washed over me.

When I was finished, Tom leaned back and stood up. I gently pushed Ben away from me, and was sad just for a moment as his cock left my mouth.



I sat there looking at them, the blanket fallen away, and my naked body exposed to these two awesome men and friends. “Let’s see,” I said. “Which one of you is going to fuck me first?” I smiled. “Eenie meanie, miney moe,” I said, pointing at each alternately. “Catch a monkey by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eenie, meanie, miney, moe!” And as I said “Moe”, my finger was pointing at Tom. His boyish face under his shock of blonde hair broke into a big grin.



He stepped forward and I pulled the string on his board shorts and yanked them down. His long, hard cock popped out as they fell and almost hit me in the face. Oh my god! He was huge. I felt just a moment of fear at the thought of that monster penetrating me, but remembered that two 8-pound babies had fit out of that hole, and it should accommodate any cock just fine.



“What about birth control?” he asked.



“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” I answered as I reached out and took hold of his monster. I pulled him to me and licked it up and down, marveling at the girth and the length. He was rock hard.



“Let me get you a little lubricated so I can fit this big boy in me,” I grinned.



“I don’t think you need any more lubrication,” he laughed, and leaned over me, grabbing the rails of the boat on either side of my head. He bent his legs and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. I looked down and saw the big mushroom head of his cock poised and ready to penetrate me. I reached around behind him and pulled him into me. There was a brief moment of pain as my tunnel expanded to allow his girth to slide all the way up inside me. That brief moment gave way to intense pleasure as I felt him fill me like I had never been filled before. He slowly slid every inch up me and the intense pleasure caused me to gasp, then moan.



I felt Ben’s hand on my breast again as Tom slowly slid out and then back in again up to the hilt. It felt heavenly, Tom’s huge cock filling me, stroking the inside walls of my cunt while Ben pinched and pulled on my nipples. I turned my head to Ben and pulled him towards me, seeking his lips, his mouth as my passion built. Tom began fucking me in earnest, sliding his huge monster in and out of me, while Ben felt the heat of the fuck through our kiss. I was pushing up, meeting every thrust of Tom while I moaned into Ben’s mouth. He was fucking me hard now, hovering over me, supporting himself with his arms as he pounded against my pelvis. Ben moved his mouth down to my nipple and sucked it in as Tom’s cock was hitting all the right places.



I felt my passion rise again and when Ben moved his mouth and took my other nipple in, I came again for a second time, hard, against Tom’s cock. I writhed underneath him as the orgasm shook me. His groans became louder and closer together and I looked up and caught his eye over the top of Ben’s head. Face to face, I saw his eyes roll up, and then closing them, he came inside me with an explosive force. He pumped load after load into me. I had never wanted someone to fill me with his cum as badly as I did at that moment. He grunted and groaned and I held him to me, wanting every drop, every speck of his seed in me. He was squirting against places inside me that had never been squirted on before. Deeper than I knew I could take.



“Oh my god,” he said as he staggered backward. I felt him pop out of me and I suddenly felt empty; barren. At that moment, Ben grabbed my legs and swung them up on the cushion. I slid forward, lay back and opened my legs, holding out my hands to him.



“Your turn, Benson. Your turn now,” I said as he climbed on top of me. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided it up to my messy opening. I could feel the slick combination of my natural juices and Tom’s cum against my hand. Ben slid right in with no resistance.



“Fuck me, Ben.” I whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”



He felt comfortable on top of me as we started to move together in rhythm. He was not as large as Tom, but it felt wonderful nevertheless. I felt so close to him as we moved together.



Tom knelt down next to me and I turned my head towards him. We began kissing lightly as Ben and I moved together in perfect harmony, with the perfect rhythm of the perfect fuck. He felt so good inside me, and so good on top of me. It was almost as if we were floating with the gentle tide rocking the boat. I let my hand fall into Tom’s lap and found his spent cock. It was wet and slick, and still large in my small hand. I gently caressed his flaccid cock and made out with him as Ben and I fucked in our sublime rhythm.



There was no chafing, no discomfort on this, my second partner within minutes. I was leaking juices of my own from being so turned on, and that plus being stretched by Tom and the addition of his slick cum, made Ben slip in and out effortlessly and comfortably. I matched every thrust by Ben, and wrapped my legs around his and moved against him as he plunged his cock into me.



“Come in me, Benson.” I whispered. “Put your cum in there with Tom’s, so all three of us are mixed up together in me. I want you to cum in me.” I felt Tom’s cock twitch and grow a little when I said that to Ben, and Ben began to pick up speed.



“That’s it, Ben. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He began groaning. I turned my face away from Tom’s gentle kisses and locked lips with Ben, wrapping my arms around him as well as my legs. “Fuck me,” I said into his mouth. “Oh, yes. Fuck me.” I kept repeating those words into his mouth as I moved against him. Our tempo increased. I felt yet another orgasm coming from out of nowhere, and I began to shake as I fucked Ben back with all my might. I felt him tense and as he came in me, I came as well, for the third time in an hour, shuddering through each racking wave of pleasure, feeling Ben, my friend, shuddering as well through our shared and simultaneous climax. When the stabbing pleasure subsided I looked over and saw Tom watching us, a smile on his face, his ruddy complexion apparent in the moonlight.



After a moment in which we gathered our senses, Ben slowly sat up, and with a completely straight face, said “Well, there’s more wine if anyone wants it.” We all laughed together.



“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” I squealed as I went over the side of the boat, falling into the dark water.



****



There was a small galley below, with a water closet, a small table with a bench seat, and a big, king-sized bed in the bow. After our swim we sat at the table and sipped the last of the Laffite Cab, talking over what had transpired on the deck. During our conversation, the men admitted that they had talked about it, and they had both agreed that it wouldn’t be weird for them with the other participating. At the end of the conversation, we all decided that what had happened was good, and that while it would be our little secret, we’d all like for it to continue.



We all went to bed together on the king-size mattress in the bow of the boat below. It didn’t dawn on me until we climbed in and got comfy that there was only one bed on board. They must have been pretty confident that we would become lovers before bedtime. Or perhaps they thought if we hadn’t, sleeping together might lead to, well, sleeping together. We all three were nude, and we cuddled and caressed a bit in the bed, but there was no repeat of the scene up on the deck. I guess I had worn those boys out!! I was so starved for sex, or for attention, or for love, that I would have been glad to go another round or two or three with either or both of them.



At about 4 in the morning, I awoke and found Tom snuggling into me. I turned towards him and he took me in his arms. I cuddled right into him, and he found my mouth with his and kissed me gently but intensely. I held him and stroked his back as we kissed, feeling his warm skin against mine. His penis begin to grow hard against my stomach. I reached down and took it in my hand and felt it expand as we kissed. Within moments he was hard, and I scooted myself towards him and put my top leg over his leg, making myself available for him to fuck me. He took the hint, and slid a little bit towards me and I rubbed the head of his huge penis up and down my wet cunt before positioning it right at my opening and pushing forward with my pelvis. I felt him slip into me, and this time there was no pain, only pleasure. I held his face and kissed him while he began to fuck me. It felt so good, so right, so slow, so sexy, and while different from Ben’s movements, was still a perfect rhythm. I focused on nothing but the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of me; on the feeling as his large mushroom head brushed against the top of my cunt, where all my nerves gangle into one intense spot of pleasure. He was slightly above me on the bed, and the position we were in caused his cock to slide against my swollen clit, and I focused on the pleasure I was feeling there as well.



He stopped, and I could hear the steady, heavy breathing of Ben behind me. I reached around behind Tom and put my hand on his butt and pulled him into me.



“Don’t stop,” I breathed in his ear. “It feels too good for you to stop.”



He started again, pushing his cock deep inside me. We kissed, and the feelings of his cock on my clit and his giant mushroom head scraping against my g-spot were even more intense, more pleasurable than before. My whole world at that moment was wrapped up in his cock inside me and the feelings it was giving me. I hardly ever came just from intercourse, but I had cum earlier in the evening on both their cocks, and I knew I was going to cum again on Tom’s very soon. I was just so turned on. He picked up the pace and I matched it with my own, feeling the pleasure of each thrust against him. Each time his cock slid into me, it was heaven. Each time it slid out, it was paradise. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I felt my orgasm arriving like a train from far away, around a hidden bend. I could feel the vibrations on the track, but I could neither see nor hear it coming until it was right at the station. Suddenly it burst into view, and I felt my body tense as the first contraction hit me. I cried out and clutched at Tom and felt that I couldn’t breathe as the pleasure covered me like warm water. I orgasmed with my entire body in a surge, with the pleasure washing over me from head to toe. I gasped for air as pulse after pulse hit me. Then I felt Tom stiffen and I grabbed a handful of his hair as he came powerfully, shaking and shuddering. I held him close and kept cumming with him as he filled me with his seed.



When it was over, I kissed him and whispered, “Thank you.” He kissed me back and rolled away, keeping his hand draped over my waist. As I listened to Ben’s steady breathing I fell back asleep.



When I woke in the morning, I had to pee. I was a little uncomfortable with the stool and bag setup Tom had on the boat, so I climbed naked out of bed and let myself over the edge of the boat in the early light, peeing in the lake. I also tried to wash out my vagina, trying to rinse away Tom’s residual sperm that hadn’t leaked out onto my leg while I slept. I rubbed away the dried, crusty cum from my vulva and leg and then got out. It was chilly that early in the morning on the water and my bottom and legs were wet so I grabbed a towel, dried off, and raced back to the bed, feeling chilled. When I climbed in, my legs brushed against Ben’s and he immediately sat up.



“Oh my god, your legs are cold!” he said and looked over at me. His hair was all mussed up from sleep and he looked so cute.



“I know,” I said. “I’m freezing. I got in the water to pee. Warm me up!” I moved towards Ben and he lay back and took me in his arms. I put my head against his chest and sighed. It felt so good, his quiet strength so comforting. I kissed his lips very gently.



“Did you wake up in the middle of the night?” I asked.



“Once,” he replied. “Didn’t you hear me get up to pee?”



“No, you lucky!! You can just stand and pee over the side.” I waited for a second. “So you didn’t wake up when Tom and I were doing it?”



“No!” he said. “Really? You two did it right next to me and I didn’t wake up?”



Then we heard Tom reply from behind me. “Yes, we did, Benson. And it was spectacular.” Tom sat up, leaned over and kissed my cheek, then said, “Why don’t you make it up to Ben while I make some coffee and a bite for breakfast?” I smiled at Ben.



“It seems only fair,” I said with a fake pout. “I don’t want Ben to think I’m playing favorites.” I reached down and took hold of his semi-erect cock. “It’s time for some Ben, now, I think.”



I started kissing my way down his chest and pulled the covers down, bringing the sight of my hand stroking his cock into view. It turned me on to see my hand on a penis different from my husband’s. I felt it growing and kissed all the way down until it was against my cheek as my hand slid smoothly up and down his shaft. I could hear Tom right there, whistling as he went about his work. I smelled the coffee brewing as I slipped my lips over the tip of Ben’s cock. He held my head as I started licking and sucking on his stiff member, which tasted vaguely like lake water. I got my hand and mouth working in perfect harmony, and I knew that I was giving him a world-class blow job. Probably the best one of my life. I pumped and sucked until I knew he was going to cum, then I took him out of my mouth and held him against my breasts, pumping slowly. I felt the first gush up under my chin, and I pumped and milked him until he had covered my chest and breasts with his pearly cum.



I hadn’t felt this sexy since my husband and I were dating some 14 years before. I lay back, my breasts covered with still warm cum and watched Tom as he moved about the small galley, cracking eggs, buttering toast and pouring coffee. He turned to me with a cup, and he smiled when he saw me laying there, naked, spread-eagled, cum-soaked, with Ben’s deflating cock still in my hand.



“Well good morning,” he said with a smile as he handed me the coffee cup. “Would you like me to get you a damp cloth to clean yourself up with?”



I smiled and said, “Yes, please. And thank you for the coffee.” He ran a cloth under the tap, wrung it out and handed it to me. I wiped Ben’s spunk off my chest and then used the other side to wipe Ben’s cock clean.



Ben looked at Tom and said, “Hey what about me? Don’t I get coffee brought to me in bed, too?” Tom laughed.



“From what I just saw, it looked to me like you were being fully served in bed,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “But here’s a cup anyway.”



I got up from the bed, and not bothering to dress, I poked my head out and made sure there were no other boats in the private cove. When I was confident we were alone and I wouldn’t be seen, I went up on deck with my coffee. The air still had a bit of a morning chill, but the sun had come out and felt good on my skin. I looked down and saw goose bumps on my breasts and that my nipples were stiff and elongated in the cool air. Ben soon followed balancing a plate and his coffee, followed by Tom with two plates; one for me and one for him. He had put together a great little breakfast of eggs, fried potatoes and small slices of fried ham. It was absolutely scrumptious, eating outdoors on the deck of the boat in my birthday suit.



After devouring about half my plate, I took a sip of coffee and said, “Excuse me for my immodesty, but I am feeling really sexy right now with you two, and I want to enjoy the feeling.” Tom and Ben both agreed that they were fine with me being nude, and told me I didn’t have to wear clothes for the rest of the weekend if I didn’t want to. “Well,” I said. “Maybe when we’re in private places, I won’t”



We had a wonderful day that day, sailing, hiking along the shore. Ben had even brought a fishing pole and we caught two or three trout, which he promptly put back in the water. I felt so alive and so sexy. I spent most of the day without my bikini top, ducking below to retrieve it or sinking low on a cushion when other boats came into view. Tom was expert with the boat, and I loved to watch him sail; his blue eyes concentrated on his task, the wind blowing his shock of blonde hair. There were a couple of times during the day that I got incredibly horny and thought about wanting to make love to both these gorgeous hunks, but the day was just so perfect and our activities so limitless that I decided to wait until the evening. I did notice that Tom had a huge erection, though, when we had pulled into the cove where we spent the night and Ben was teaching me to fish naked.



Tom found a spot on the lake with cell reception and I called my husband. He mentioned that he had tried to call me the night before and I told him that Maddie and Jack had called and asked me to bring the kids out for the weekend, so I had driven them out. I covered by saying that I must have been at a spot out on a country road where there was no cell reception when he called. He asked what my plans were for the rest of the weekend, and thinking quickly, I told him that since I didn’t have the kids I was going to go out this afternoon and have my nails done, then shop, then have some dinner and maybe see a movie by myself. I told him I needed some me time. What I really meant was that I needed some “something-in-me” time. I signed off, telling him that I’d call him Sunday evening on his cell. That took care of that.



In the afternoon Tom announced that we should begin looking for a spot for a beach fire for the evening, so we started sailing into coves near the back of the lake, looking for a nice beach with woods behind it for firewood. We found a spot about 5:30 and Tom and Ben anchored the boat right off-shore. Tom advised that I put something on while we searched for firewood, and after I reluctantly covered myself, we all hopped off and waded onto shore to look for firewood.



Within about a half hour, we had a good sized pile and Ben had found enough rocks to make a nice fire ring on the beach. Tom went on-board and brought back three folding beach chairs, a couple bottles of wine and an ice chest filled with cheese, fruit, and other healthy snacks. I had made sandwiches for a late lunch and we all agreed that we’d graze for dinner. We were in a secluded cove again, and no other boats were in the area.



Ben worked on getting the fire going as Tom opened the wine and I put out some cheese and crackers with apple slices. The fire was soon crackling and we all had half a glass of wine in us. I just loved these two guys, and I was having the time of my life. I knew them. I trusted them. And, now I lusted after them.



The fire was warm, and I giggled and said, “Is it okay if I take my clothes off now?” Both immediately said yes, and I stood and slowly disrobed, turning so they could admire me in the waning light of day, lit by firelight. “Not bad for a 39-year-old mother of two, huh?” I asked.



“Beautiful,” said Ben.



“Gorgeous,” said Tom.



I did a little twirl, and sat back down, feeling the warmth of the fire on my skin. I took a sip of my wine and popped an apple slice in my mouth. “Well come on, you guys, I’m not going to be the only one naked, am I?



As they both stood and pulled their T-shirts over their heads and dropped their trunks, I couldn’t help but run my hand lightly over my bald pussy. There were small beads of moisture forming along the outer lips that clung to my fingers as I traced them up my sex. I saw Tom looking out across the darkening water as he sat down, scanning for other boats. Satisfied that we were alone, he sat back down and scooted his chair over closer to mine. Ben did the same from the other side.

I thought Dunlap always had a sweet-tooth for me but I never really thought to do anything about it. As attractive and sassy as she seemed, she was my neighbor down the hall and I was pretty active on my own, getting laid quite regularly. And it’s a bad business, hooking up with a lady who lives almost on the other side of my walls.



We were both in our early thirties and playing it fast and loose. In fact, I was able to hook up with her BFF when the three of us (Dunlap and her pal) ran into each other in the lobby of our building, waiting for the elevator. The BFF and I lasted three months, with me mesmerized by her California blonde thing, and she appreciating the size and stamina of my trusty cock. But there really was less than nothing there except for the hot sex, and we broke it off. Empty is empty and I was bored.



It wasn’t a week later that a knock at my door turned out to be Dunlap, holding a joint and a bottle of wine, asking me if I had company. I didn’t have company, she was wearing a very expensive long robe and I was intrigued by this visit to say the least. “Come in,” I said, and as we walked toward the sofa in my living room, added, “This is a pleasant surprise.”



“It has real possibilities,” she said.



“Weed and wine? Sure!”



She sat on the sofa. “I have something else to share with you,” she said, putting the wine on the coffee table. I got two glasses and put them next to the bottle.



“Pregnant?”



“Funny. No.”



“Locked out of your place, right?” I poured some wine into each glass and sat back down.



She didn’t respond. She took a deep drag on the reefer, and held it out to me. I inhaled and leaned back, exhaling and letting it take me over. “Are you ripped already?” I asked.



“Sort of. How about you?”



“One more toke and I’m good,” I said, putting the blunt to my lips.



“I understand you’ve got a really talented cock.”



All I could manage is “Holy shit!”



“You think Jeannie and I don’t talk? She says she’s never been so well fucked in her life.”



“Well I’m happy for the recommendation! Did she put it in writing?”



She laughed. “Let’s put it this way. She gave you a good reference, orally. And I mean that both ways!”



I think I actually blushed. I couldn’t believe that Barb(that’s Dunlap’s first name) had discussed the exquisite details, oral and otherwise, of my sexual adventures with Letitia Jean Harper. But I cleared my throat, sat up straight and asked, “So you came here to get laid?”



“I came here to get seriously fucked! Indulge me and I’ll indulge you back! Why else would I be dressed like this and why else would I be so wet and willing?”



As she spoke she slipped the robe off her shoulders. Her breasts were braless and much fuller than I thought they’d be, her nipples already stiff. Her fair skin was still lightly tanned from the summer. She was wearing white thigh high stockings and white mesh panties, a tiny low triangle hugging her crotch. Her slit shone through, bare and wet, the dampness of the fabric as evidence. She certainly had walked in hot and ready. I felt a rush of desire overwhelm me at the sight of her.



The length of the robe had hidden her very hot ankle boots, tan suede lace-up 1890′s things with high spiked heels. Her blonde hair rolled in gentle waves down to her shoulders. It all hit me at once and it caught my breath.



Standing over me, she asked, “Is this okay? The panties are new for me. I like the way they feel.”



I said nothing. I just let a long breath go. I put my hand out and cupped her crotch. I squeezed it gently but firmly and she gasped. “I like the way they look,” I whispered. She sat next to me and put her hand on my sweat pants, sizing up my hardened cock. She smiled.



The weed was upon me yet, believe it or not, I was actually thinking clearly. This is too good to be true, I thought. Barbara Dunlap is not too shabby. Not an imp, not a model, not an athlete, but a woman, inviting and highly fuckable! Wide hips. Excellent, narrow back. Luscious ass. There is a serious downside here, I thought. This will be easy to start but maybe really tough to stop. Yet I’m stoned at the moment and fucking this potentially hot woman would be far better than having M&M’s and cold milk.



New pussy was laying itself before me.



She lowered herself to the sofa next to me and leaned back, throwing her arms back over her head. Her hair splayed out over the cushions. Her breasts held their beckoning fullness. I slid my hand from her crotch to between her thighs, my cock throbbing with delight as I grasped their firmness. With my free hand I cupped and pressed against a tit. It felt glorious in my palm.



She opened her legs for me. I again caressed her pussy and then looked at her mouth. In a low whisper, I asked, “Where shall I kiss first?”



Straight in my eyes, a low whisper back: “Where my cunt is.”



I shivered with delight at the obvious message. I bent and lightly kissed the wet, delicious fabric, pressing my tongue against her. She moaned softly and I slid up, squeezing each breast as I pressed my mouth to hers, our flicking tongues meeting instantly. Her arms wrapped around me. I lowered my face to her chest, taking a stiff nipple and sucking it, feeling her pelvis rise and grind against me, her breathing growing heavier.



When I lifted my head from she hooked her thumbs in her panties, sliding them over her mound but leaving them at the top of her thighs, mine to remove completely. As I did she spread her legs once again, her finger circling her swollen pussy. “Now show me” she commanded and I stood, kicked off my loafers, pulled off my tee and pushed my sweat pants to the floor, stepping out of them. My cock was as erect as it ever could be and I leaned toward her so she could take it in her hand.



“Godamn!” she said. She ran her hands smoothly along the shaft and under my balls, cupping them. She traced the vein that ran crookedly along the base. She raised herself up and tasted the head of my cock, flicking it with her tongue, devilishly teasing and probing the sensitive hole at the top, some of my precum shining on it. “Gooooooood” she cooed, squeezing it. “This is going to be gooooood!!”



“As advertised, I hope.”



“Better in person,” she said.



I ran my hand through her rich golden hair. She had completely gotten to me. “You, too,” I said very quietly.



She nodded and then, suddenly, threw her head back. “I want this cock inside me. Now! I don’t want to play first, I need to feel that beautiful cock inside me. Please, baby” she whimpered, “fuck me now. Give me that cock!”



She held me tightly as I moved between her wide-open legs, her cunt lips glistening, her thighs framing her purpled, swollen labia. I had taken my cock from her and now rubbed the tip up and down her slit. She arched her back as if shocked and shouted “Oh god!!” and threw her head further back, her eyes shut. “Jam it! Hard! HARD!!” I thrust myself forward and her cunt felt as if my cock were tearing it open. She shrieked as if she were being split in half, tensing and thrusting back at me, shrieking and expelling air, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” as my cock traveled down her tight tunnel and jammed against her cervix. It was all I could do to keep from cumming with that one stroke. My heart was racing as if it would burst from my chest.



I grimaced at the overwhelming pleasure and again pushed into her as hard as I could, my balls slapping on the mounds of her ass. “I can’t believe … what this feels like!” I panted. “Your cock feels so big,” she gasped, gulping for breath. “You fucking bastard, DRILL ME!! GIMME that cock! GIMME!! Oh, man, fuck me fuck me fuck me…..”



Her legs, bent at the knee and pulled up to open her cunt, now rocked back and forth as I pumped her cunt, holding her close, one of my hands squeezing a full, welcoming tit. Her hips bucked against me and I swiftly grabbed the mounds of her ass, the flesh filling my grasping hands. I spread her cheeks apart as we grunted and pushed against each other. I brushed hair away from her face; she licked at my neck and ears, her hands roaming over my ass and my hips, and all the while the glorious sensations of cock thumping into cunt were coursing through our bodies, my balls tingling. I can only imagine what she felt.



With my hands on the sofa I propped myself up over her, and we both looked down at the exquisite sight of her cunt swallowing my cock. The gentle swell of her stomach rolled up ever so slightly as she lifted and spread her legs as far as she could. “Ooohh look!” she crooned, and smiled up at me, flicking her tongue out into the air, as if a snake struggling to bite. “I’m cumming … I’m cumming now!! It won’t stop!” She sounded ready to cry.



“Do it, baby, do it do it do it! This is so fantastic, your cunt is beautiful! beautiful! beautiful!”



Her thighs tensed and then her body snapped ramrod straight, shaking with sudden violent tremors. She held her breath. “Oh, FUCK!” she finally screamed as the indescribable ecstasy became a violent wave of bliss washing over her, releasing her slowly.



We rolled over and she lay on top of me as she shuddered with waning waves of orgasm. Her cunt clenched me. We caressed each other, exploring these new bodies. I spread the cheeks of her ass, lazily playing in the slit, teasing her rosebud. Minutes passed. Twice, maybe more, her entire body suddenly shook with orgasmic aftershocks, releasing her breath as if startled, “Oooooohhhhhh…”



As I kissed her, I felt her cunt grab at my cock intermittently .We lay still, my cock still hard, my own ecstasy rumbling quietly, my own breathtaking bliss delayed. Finally, she laughed quietly, a low, lewd chuckle. She raised her head and taunted, “Give me some hot cum, baby? Let me feel you shoot your load.” Her cunt clenched even harder at my dick, her hips again thrusting for more friction. She egged me on: “How big a load will you give me baby? Huh? Huh?”



She sat up, straddling me, my still hard cock deep in her cunt, pushing outward against the velvet walls. She rocked back and forth, thrust up and down, her breasts swaying gently. I was spellbound, watching her fuck for the two of us. Her hand went to her breast and she twisted at her nipple, her eyes closing and her face a study in concentration. Tiny, rhythmic “ohs” kept tempo with her movement, and I joined her, grinding and humping up to meet the flesh of her pubis as my cock drove deeper and deeper. I pressed her other breast with my palm and rubbed at the nipple. She was very close to cumming, and so was I.



She reached under me, cupped my balls and laughed, challenging me. With a low, throaty moan she came again, not as violently, bending forward as if in pain.



I came with a roar and felt her legs tighten against my waist. “Ahhhhh,” she softly breathed as my balls launched spurt after spurt of hot semen against her cervix, coating the walls of her cunt and the length of my dick in its soft creaminess.



We were both exhausted. She collapsed on top of me, my cock still full but slowly softening, her cunt continuing to spasm.



After a while she sat up, ran her wrist across her forehead and sighed deeply. “Oh, god, am I glad I did this!” She rolled off onto the rug.



I stood and looked down at her. “And you’re going to do it again and again and again,” I said as I pulled her to her feet. Cum was flowing down her legs. Her hair was wild and beautiful. She looked at her thighs and saw the white fluid dripping onto the tops of her stockings. “Did I provoke all that?” she asked coyly.



“No. I was thinking about Jeannie.” She punched my arm. Hard.



I handed her my sweatpants so she could wipe my sticky cum from her legs. “Come with me,” I said, “We need to fuck in a proper bed.”



My bedroom was a loft; twelve steps led up to it. “You go first,” I said to her and she laughed. “Enjoy the view!” she chimed as she started up the steps ahead of me, her pussy and asshole winking at me, the globes of her ass swaying, her white thighs beckoning over the top of her now ruined stockings.



We threw back the covers and got in the bed. “Comfy,” she said, and immediately sat up and straddled me again, this time backwards, her pussy over my face. She gobbled my flaccid cock up into her mouth, sucking at it, and I felt it swelling immediately. I smashed my face into her cunt and lapped before I asked her: “May I have the pleasure of just looking at this for a while?” I rubbed her pussy gently.



“Ummmm” she murmured. “It’s a work of art,” I said.



“Enjoy” she replied and, sucking away, stroked my balls. I noticed that she still had on those kinky ankle boots.



My kind of girl.

June 2014



“Ready, baby?”



It was a simple two words. An ordinary two words. But when they’re spoken by your new wife in your honeymoon suite, hours after your island wedding, they take on a special meaning.



When your new wife asks this before coming out of your hotel room bathroom, wearing an open white robe, with a green bra and matching panties and nothing else on, it is an overload of special.



And when your new wife happens to be Scarlett Johansson, there aren’t any words left to encompass that. Even if you are a journalist from France.



Of course, no one would remember the name Romain Dauriac for that anymore. No matter what happened after tonight, I would always be Scarlett Johansson’s second husband to most of the world. At a moment like this, however, I didn’t see the downside.



“More than you know,” I actually answered my new wife’s question. Her next answer was to smile and lean against the bathroom door, teasing me even further.



I was well aware that most men not only dreamed of this, but would likely have a heart attack by now. With my months of exposure to sights like this, perhaps I’d build up an immunity. Yet it was straining — along with other things — as Scarlett’s robe hung open, her tantalizing chest and curves peeking out…..and dear God, those legs.



I said I was more ready than she knew — well, she earned the right to know. I was merely in a white shirt and boxers, so she could tell how ready I was, but it was not enough.



To further drive it home, I put my hand in my boxers and took my cock out — every fully erect inch. As Scarlett’s sweet, sultry eyes gazed down, and her full, famous lips curved up, my hand grabbed onto myself and wasn’t prepared to let go.



After a few pumps, Scarlet realized, “I guess I can’t waste any more time,” and walked over to me. As her Goddess-like figure swayed and shimmied under her open robe, I had to slow my hand down out of necessity. “Can you at least let me help?”



I merely nodded, figuring time was of the essence. Then that….essence almost came out when Scarlett dropped to her knees, engulfing my cock immediately with her steamy lips and mouth.



Her tongue bathed every inch of my erection that it could reached, while her lips all but sucked me completely down her throat. This pleasure could have kept me going for hours, yet she stopped after about eight seconds.



Yet as soon as her mouth was free, she still stuck her tongue out and licked up and down. My cock was just about soaked from her tongue, but it was this sight of Scarlett’s seductive eyes, joyful face and flowing blond hair — now back to blond after Avengers 2 filming ended — that nearly made me make her face wetter.



Nevertheless, I held off for some unexplainable reason. I stayed engorged and wet as Scarlett got on her feet, faced me again, and put her hand on me — her own saliva being used perfectly as lube.



“Perfect, now I’m helping,” she said with a chipper tone, as if she wasn’t the hottest woman in Hollywood, and she hadn’t just brought her new husband to the brink of cumming gallons. At that point, I wanted to help too.



As Scarlett’s right hand stroked me, my left reached the front of her green panties. It pulled back and went to my mouth, where I performed my own oral work on my forefinger. Staring into Scarlett’s eyes the whole time, I nevertheless wasn’t distracted — so I distracted her while my right hand lowered the front of her panties.



She probably just pretended not to notice that. She couldn’t fake it when my wet finger jammed right into her, however. I knew her faking face by now, and that wasn’t it — and she was probably too worn out by the Avengers to work on new faking faces.



Now that we were both working each other, the rest of our bodies got into play. My right hand went into Scarlett’s robe and on her bare waist, while hers grabbed my still boxer-covered ass. As for our faces, they came together and moaned, licked and suckled each other until finally coming apart.



Despite how fast our hands were going, and how on edge we were, our mouths got calmer from then on. Slowly savoring Scarlett’s incredible mouth made it easier and more difficult not to blow, and it seemed to have the same effect on her.



We tried to kiss and stroke each other as we headed for the wall next to the bed — the logistics of which kept us distracted too. Eventually, I could press Scarlett against the wall and insert another finger, while she closed her fist around me and lowered my boxers too.



“You expect me to keep holding it?” I had to ask, as her thumb went to work and my mouth went to her neck.



“No, I don’t….” Scarlett breathed. “We got all night, so you don’t have to pace yourself. Probably better if you went early. I can help with that.”



So Scarlett got me to back up, then helped the best way she could. By slowly sliding off that pesky robe, unhooking her bra from the front, and letting that slide down as well. For good measure, she went over to the bed and laid on her back, grabbing her tits and telling me to, “Aim here.”



“Me? Aim?” I asked, for the sake of proving my voice still worked, somehow.



“Yeah, you. I want your cum on these tits,” Scarlett said directly, in that sexy, nearly Oscar nominated voice of hers. “Show me what I’m in for when you fill me up with that cum later. In every hole.”



“Every….” I pictured and almost came on the floor instead. Getting the bright idea to stand in front of her, I asked, “You’re that confident?”



“Show me what I have to be confident in. Cover me in it. You’re the only one who gets to now,” Scarlett reminded. I’d been the only one who got to for well over a year — presumably. But I chose to take her choice of words as ego boosting — as if her tits weren’t encouraging enough.



Scarlett stared hungrily at my cock, pushing her tits and waiting for them to get hit. I was no longer willing to make her wait by then. As such, I finished what I started and she had helped with for a while, pumping my cock furiously to give my wife her husband’s cum.



“Mmmhmm…..give me the first cum of our marriage. Show me that married cum….” Scarlett asked. An odd choice of words, yet anything she said in that tone was hot by default. And by default, it made me even more ready to cum.



A few more pumps and some good aim was all it took, as I shot hours of built up cum onto Scarlett’s chest. She took her hands off her tits in time and let them take the full load, while I tried to paint as much of the large flesh as I could.



Perhaps they were too big to completely cover, but they were big enough to make me churn out a lot. A paradox I was glad to see the bright side of.



“That’s good….” Scarlett praised when I was done. “Now it’s my turn. Get down there and make it my turn.” That was clear enough for me.



I vaguely noted that Scarlett wasn’t cleaning my cum off her tits. However, I was too hungry to use my mouth for words right now. Once I got her panties all the way off, I used it for something much better.



I thought I was eating her as fast as I could in those opening seconds. That was until I saw Scarlett put her hands on her cum covered tits. That was before she rubbed my cum on there, took her hands off to lick them clean, then rubbed the rest of my spunk into my chest.



“You keep going right now,” Scarlett hissed. The sights she was giving me fueled me the rest of the way.



My tongue, lips and teeth devoured Scarlett like a buffet — as if rubbing my cum on those tits wasn’t enough for me. In truth, all of it was enough to really get her there. As she pushed her hips up into my face, trying to rub onto me like her hands rubbed her chest, I was just along for the ride.



I played my part, especially when her hips came up and I reached under to grab her stunning ass. Getting a good handful of both ample cheeks, I jiggled them around and slid my tongue and face side to side on her pussy — all of which made Scarlett grab her tits and hold on for dear life.



A big load of Scarlett soon unleashed itself on my face. Licking it up right away, without bothering to rub it on me first, I lapped her clean as Scarlett’s hips finally came down on the bed. She was sitting on my hands, but I was in no way eager to move them.



I finished licking Scarlett, beginning to kiss her down there once she got too sensitive. I looked up to see Scarlett catching her breath, putting a hand on my hair — in spite of what that hand just touched. Then again, she rubbed her tits enough that she couldn’t get traces of my cum in my hair now — I assumed.



Even if she was, it wasn’t in liquid form anymore, so no harm done. Some of her liquid was still on my lips, though.



Scarlett sat up, so I slipped my boxers all the way off, got myself up and sat next to her. Before I remembered to lick my lips clean, Scarlett did it for me. Tasting herself and me, she playfully tongue lashed me and rubbed her sensual lips on mine, doing it with a smile.



“I supposed you weren’t covered in enough cum,” I noted.



“You gave me enough, I just wanted dessert,” Scarlett commented. “I’ll probably get pretty sticky for it soon,” she predicted, glancing down at her chest. “Would you mind getting me some water?”



I assumed I tired her out and she needed a drink. There was another possibility, but it was best not to get hopes up, just in case. With that in mind, I went out of the bedroom to get one of our remaining water bottles from the refrigerator.



I came back to the bedroom and Scarlett was standing up, still utterly naked and glorious. Yet when she accepted the bottle, took a few sips and then poured a good deal of water on her chest, she improved on perfection.



After sealing the bottle up and settling it on the floor, Scarlett stood straight up and grasped her wet chest again — this time rubbing clear water on it. “That should wash it out,” she figured. “You can help if you want.”



There was no way I could taste my cum on her chest now. If there still was, I was past the point of caring. All I tasted was warm, wet, ample delight as my face landed on her soaked breasts.



Before long, her chest and my face weren’t dripping with water anymore, yet I kept trying to make her tits wetter anyway. “Okay….I don’t think we can get water on the bed now,” Scarlett gasped out. “Maybe we should lie down.”



“Mmmm hmmm,” I mumbled into her nipple, barely paying attention. My hands pushed her breasts up as my face stayed on her left breast, gobbling it up while my right thumb and forefinger headed for her right nipple. Soon enough, her left nipple was between my teeth and her right was getting pinched in another way.



Scarlett gave out a throaty moan, though it looked like her knees buckled at one point. She did need to lie down, but I didn’t want to waste time getting her to the bed yet. So I lowered her down to the floor and laid myself on top of her instead.



“That impatient?” Scarlett caught her breath.



“For this? Can you blame me?” I punctuated by sitting up and massaging her luscious hourglass figure. Scarlett approved by clenching her thighs and pushing them against my stirring crotch. We should have been doing this on a bed, but my impatience got the better of me.



Too stubborn to back out now, I figured I should make her a little more comfortable. First, I remembered to actually take my shirt off. Now that I was completely naked too, I laid my naked body on the floor and got Scarlett’s naked form on top of mine.



With her resting on me, I could massage her body much better and reach a few more places. She rested her head on my shoulder while my hands went up and down her waist, briefly stopping a few times on her ass. On the last time, I was suddenly inspired to trail my right middle finger between her cheeks, before going under and into her pussy.



Scarlett gasped erotically — if anyone could, it was her. Settling in as I dug my finger into her, she lifted her head above me and went back down to kiss me. I kept my right hand between her ass and my right finger in her pussy, while my left caressed her hip and my tongue caressed hers the same way.



I could utterly ravage this woman, but also be aroused and content to slowly make out with her. To kiss those lips, feel those groans against my mouth, and watch that flushed, gorgeous face when my eyes opened. Feeling that chest pressed on me and that body writhing on top of mine wasn’t so bad either.



Putting my left hand in her soft hair while my face went down to her neck pleased me too. Her encouraging moans and her tightening pussy told me she was pleased as well. So did her ass pushing back against my hand.



I was about ready to take her over to bed, until Scarlett made a move of her own. She took my face off her neck, putting hers on mine instead and suckling away. Her hips pushed back slower and deeper while my finger rooted around, although her tongue and lips on my skin was quite a distraction.



“Mmm, a little more….fuck me a little more,” Scarlett mumbled on my collar bone.



“You close?” I felt encouraged and proud.



“No, but that’s good. This’ll get me ready,” Scarlett said cryptically, though I still wiggled my finger around for her. In return, she kissed me up to my ear and grinded herself on my revived erection.



“Yeah, that’ll hold me,” Scarlett tortured me by whispering. Finally, she reached back and got my hand and finger off her bottom.



It didn’t take me long to see I was back at her mercy, as she went down my body and kissed and licked down my chest. Her destination was lower than that, and she kept me lying on the floor so she could blow me then and there.



Unlike when this whole thing started, Scarlett didn’t just suck me down to get me wet. This was a full length blowjob, complete with full use of those full lips and that firm tongue. Soon enough, they even went down to my full balls.



I had to bang my fist on the floor, just to do something to distract me. Yet that was no match for Scarlett, which she further proved by grasping my shaft, closing her lips around my head and circling her tongue around my slit. She dipped it in for a half second a few times, but otherwise it was torture.



My right hand got into her hair this time while Scarlett’s head started bobbing. Before she got too low, I had to gasp out, “Am I cumming in that hole first?” reminding her of her earlier vow.



“Soon,” Scarlett answered when she came off. “Just a few things first.” One of them involved deep throating me, keeping her head still and licking my shaft up, then coming off loudly.



When we could both breathe normally, Scarlett didn’t celebrate by taking me back in. Rather, she got up on her feet and walked past me to reach the bed herself. I wound up getting on all fours to see her saunter away from me, before sitting down on the edge of the bed.



“Come here,” Scarlett said simply. Unable to question her at this moment, I got up and walked to her. “Now get back on your knees. I got you halfway there, you do the same for me.”



I almost asked, “All that was just halfway?” But the more time I asked that, the more it would take for her to go all the way. This realization helped me get down on my knees, in front of the left side of the bed, where I stayed as Scarlett put her legs up and rested her feet on my shoulders.



From this angle, her sexy, shapely legs almost made my mouth water as much as her pussy. They might just be the most underrated part of her, if only because of all the other mind blowing parts. Well, I decided to give them my best appreciation.



My right hand rested against her pussy and teased it, while my left went to work on her left leg. It rubbed underneath just as my right index and forefinger rubbed her pussy lips, occasionally dipping past them. Shortly thereafter, my thumbs went to work on her center and left thigh.



“Jesus, come on….” Scarlett urged, both impatient and in bliss. I inserted my two right fingers into her to calm her down, but riled up her again by pulling out. My right hand went on her right leg instead, while my left drifted to her center and played around.



Scarlett arched her hips forward as I tweaked her lips, all as her upper right leg was massaged. I bent my head down and kissed above her right knee, going up briefly before moving over to kiss above her left knee. Yet she still insisted, “I know you’ve got more than that….”



She probably wanted me to put my mouth on her to prove it. However, I had one more trick before I got to that. Namely, taking her legs off my shoulders, going to her left side, putting two and then three fingers in her, and then kissing the side of her left leg.



As my right hand fucked her harder, my left squeezed her left, full hip until my mouth got on there. After nibbling it, I kissed across the side of her leg again until I got to her knee. When I started to lick up her leg again, my left hand grasped Scarlett’s ass and pushed it forward, all as my right fingers drove deeper into her.



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me….” Scarlett moaned and repeated, thrusting her hips up against my fingers and back against my hand in equal measure. She lost herself while my mouth kept teasing her leg, adding that last little bit to drive her crazy.



By the time I licked and nibbled the lower side of her leg, my right fingers curled in her pussy and my left hand was practically spanking her. This was all Scarlett could take. “Oh God, that’s all I need….fucking stop right now!”



“What?” I asked, since that seemed like an off request at a time like this.



“You got me close….time to take you overboard. Give me that fucking cock again,” she ordered. That much I understood.



I stood up, but Scarlett didn’t even bother to move. She stayed seated on the bed, even as she put her left hand around my shaft and buried her right hand between her legs. It seemed she was finishing herself off while trying to finish me. The way her tongue moved on my head, I didn’t see how she could finish first.



Yet she was urging me on anyway. “Do it. Fuck me hard and fill me up. Make me really taste it this time,” Scarlett ordered before taking me back in. When I thrust forward and she moaned on me in approval — then moaned further from working on herself — I got the gist.



Still, I fucked her mouth slow at first to get her adjusted, and to make sure it didn’t end too soon. Scarlett did more to get me close by bobbling and gargling on my shaft. For real inspiration, she popped off me herself, licked her wondrous lips and used them to lube me up further.



That just about did it for me. When she put me back on her mouth, I started fucking it in earnest. It was just below full speed, and just enough to keep me from blowing early. As such, I could savor her moans, licks and the sights of her working herself too.



Feeling more daring, I grabbed hold of Scarlett’s hair and kept her head still while fucking it harder. Finally, I pulled out to let her breathe, but when she stabilized, she just stuck her tongue out to tease my head. This made me shove myself back in, then after a few hard thrusts, I pulled out only to have her lick my tip again.



The pattern continued a few more times, as I saw Scarlett thrust her hips against her fingers too. She broke the pattern by popping off my hand, putting both hands on my shaft and going down to suck my balls.



“Keep fucking,” she mumbled on my sack, so I had no choice but to mindlessly fuck her hands while she gobbled my testicles. Eventually, she took her right off and really went to town on herself, voicing her joy on my sack.



“I’m ready to cum….you cum with me. Cum right in here,” Scarlett pleaded, swallowing me down anew. Gathering a last burst of strength, I fucked her mouth hard and fast — yet she worked on her pussy faster and harder.



Scarlett came all over herself, getting her mouth off me before she grit her teeth. Yet she still put her lips on me, placing my head against her closed teeth and moaning around me. Sparse amounts of breath got on my head, leaving me hanging in agony as hers faded away.

Ultimately, Scarlett even took her lips off me and opened her mouth, breathing normally again. Needing to keep from just shoving myself in there, I settled for rubbing my head over her lips.



All she did was lightly peck my head, look up and smile, in a way that both warmed my heart and made me want to fuck her lights out. Only Scarlett could do that.



Now for the fuck her lights out part….



Once Scarlett’s lips went around me again, I drove the rest of my shaft in and kept shoving in and out. She kept up by putting her hand on the bottom of my staff, sucking whenever she could. When her tongue came onto my underside, I felt just about ready.



We both groaned, although her groans were muffled on me, which only made me groan and fuck harder. I held onto Scarlett’s hair again and just kept pumping and pumping, until Scarlett forced her mouth off me.



Fortunately, she jacked me off too fast and too hard to make me upset. Plus her mouth was open and right over my head, breathing on me and pushing me to madness. Finally, her tongue dabbed my slit and her lips closed around my head, just in the nick of time.



My hips thrust forward and stayed frozen as I shot stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Eventually, Scarlett pulled her mouth away and had to swallow a bit before catching my next few spurts. Some did only get on her lips and just above her chin, but most landed in her open mouth.



I stayed upright, if only to see her swallow down what I gave her. When I saw her do it, I had no reason to pretend I could stay on my feet anymore.



At long last, I got myself back on the bed, lying on my side. Maybe if I got comfortable for a moment, I could get my energy back and get ready to actually fuck my wife. Scarlett came over and laid next to me without a word, so I decided I’d save my strength and talk later.



The next thing I knew, my eyes suddenly opened — and Scarlett was completely gone.



I cursed a bit in French, at myself for sleeping and at myself for letting Scarlett out of my sight. I made myself get back up and look around the room, but she was nowhere. I took my cell phone and dialed her up, but she didn’t answer back even after I left three messages.



Was this Scarlett punishing me for falling asleep? She was right there, so why didn’t she wake me? Didn’t she want to wake up so we could fuck for real? Did she even want to now? Or were those two preliminary orgasms enough for her? Should that make me pleased at myself or pissed?



I asked these questions to myself for what seemed like forever, but it took about a half hour. I even forgot to put on clothes again, perhaps in some desperate attempt to cling to the mood. It was only 1 a.m. anyway, so there still could have been a lot of time. Assuming I wasn’t the only one in the mood anymore.



Well, I did get to shoot in her mouth, and on her tits. Two out of four desired places wasn’t bad. Who’s to say she didn’t drain me too much to go further anyway? If anyone could, it was Scarlett — but if anyone could take even more loads out of me, it was Scarlett.



If she wanted to.



At that moment, I was relieved to hear my cell phone ring, even before I saw Scarlett’s name.



“Hey, honey,” Scarlett said when I answered, as if nothing was weird. Now my relief turned to annoyance.



“Where are you hey honeying from? And why?” I asked as nicely as I could.



“I’m at the beach. I got myself cleaned up there,” Scarlett said, only barely clearing up my confusion.



“Don’t we have showers in our room for that?” I asked rhetorically.



“I didn’t want to wake you. You were out cold and I know I made you need some rest,” Scarlett explained. “Since it was still early, I figured I’d take a walk outside and get myself revved back up too. This way I wouldn’t disturb you or anything.”



“And what about the cleaning up part?” I needed to know before I officially felt stupid.



“The beach was quiet and deserted enough. I figured I’d take a little swim,” Scarlett stated. “No one stole my clothes and robes on the beach, and the dip really made me feel good as new. Not that you don’t already.”



“Can we go back to your clothes on the beach?” I got fixated on. “Are….are you trying to tell me you swam in the ocean? Naked?”



“Uh huh,” Scarlett replied without breaking her even tone. “Trust me, if there were paparazzi there getting a peek, I would know. But it’s all good.”



“You’re sure?” I asked with trepidation. I did not want to see the Internet flooded with naked Scarlett pictures when I got home. This made me the only man on Earth outside of her birth family with that opinion, probably.



“Perfectly. Would I have swam around naked, and masturbated no less, if I wasn’t? Who do you take me for?” Scarlett asked, before my brain short circuited.



“What? You did what?” I asked in shock. “Why would you….are you sure no one heard you just now?” I scrambled to ask a real question.



“Relax, I’m all hidden away out here. And I was hidden away out there too,” Scarlett assured. “I know I should have asked you to come with me, even if you were tired. But by going in there naked and imagining you were there….it made up for it for a while.”



I started to feel flattered, then I felt something else when she added, “And it’s not like I needed to watch where I came in the ocean. It should dissolve by the time kids get there.”



“You really came?” I checked again, a little disappointed that she couldn’t wait for me — and yet still turned on.



“How could I not?” Scarlett asked. “All that warm water around my naked body…..thinking of your naked body around me too….how wet I was even before I imagined your fingers in me….before I put mine in me….it was a perfect storm. Even in clear weather.”



The weather felt different at this moment, as her voice got more carried away — and even more seductive. “I could have even dived below and sucked your cock for a while, and no one would see. I know it would have felt extra sensitive in there….and you would have had it extra ready by then. Probably would have felt it spraying all over me, even in the ocean….”



My thighs clenched together as the area between them got harder and hotter. Scarlett also sounded hotter as she asked, “You wish you could spray it on me now, huh?”



“Always,” I got out. “Does that make you want to get back faster?”



“Uh huh,” Scarlett moaned. “But I did just cum a few minutes ago. I need to get myself warmed up before I see you. It’s only fair.” I only heard breathing for a few moments, then she continued, “No paparazzi here either. Between that and only wearing a wet bra, panties and a robe….this should be easy.”



Maybe for her. On this end, being so close to this apparent show and yet so far away, it felt anything but easy. Perhaps because my free hand wasn’t where it really wanted to be right now. But until I heard her mastur –



Yep, those were the sounds, all right. That was the right “Mmmm….” and there was the quiet little “Fuck” too. She then said more out loud, but not too loud, “You even wearing anything, baby?”



“Last I checked, no,” I admitted.



“Oh….I really left you hanging, didn’t I?” Scarlett asked, sounding sorry — in both a sincere and naughty way. “I’m sorry….you go ahead and make yourself feel better. I know I am.”



That was music to my hand’s ears as it grabbed my cock, making me moan right into the phone. I felt embarrassed for a second, but when Scarlett moaned right back, I lost my ability to feel shame. I was a little quieter with my next several pumps — albeit not completely.



“This is crazy,” I spoke up. “We’re supposed to have real sex in here…..and we’re having phone sex instead! How did this happen?”



“You fell asleep, not me,” Scarlett reminded. “You left me hanging. I had to find other ways to get me off. At least I did it thinking of you.”



“You were, now?” I made absolutely sure.



“Uh huh,” Scarlett called. “You already fuck me so hard and deep on land. I’ll bet you’d give me quite a show in the water.”



“Maybe we should try that tomorrow night,” I offered, stroking myself anew.



“Let’s not wait till then to try things,” Scarlett urged, as her moaning picked up.



“I never want to wait. Not with you,” I admitted. “Not with that body. Those tits, that ass, that pussy, those legs, that face….didn’t I make that clear tonight?”



“Mmm….only with some of those things,” Scarlett cooed. “My pussy and ass felt so left out….”



“Get back here and that’ll change,” I promised. “I’ll fill them up so deep…..deeper than your fingers.”



“Yeah….I know how much that hard, fat cock can fill me. How do you think I came so hard back here?” Scarlett asked me.



“The same way I cum so hard for that tight little pussy. And that big, beautiful, tasty ass….” I got carried away to confess. “I’m leaking just thinking about it.”



“Me too,” Scarlett said. “You gonna do more than leak? You gonna cover that whole room in cum just by thinking about me?”



“You covered the whole ocean with cum for me, right? Seems fair,” I proposed as my hand got faster.



“I don’t wanna cum on the ocean. I wanna cum all over you,” Scarlett gave a breathy whisper. “You ready to cum all over me?”



“God, fuck yes,” I exhaled.



“Good…..then put your cock down until I get there,” Scarlett’s voice turned bossier. “Don’t you touch it, or I’ll have to cum in bathtub water when I get back. See you then,” she announced, hanging up and leaving me in limbo.



She probably had a point. If I touched myself much longer, I would likely finish before she got back. After all this, I doubted I had another load in me before sunrise. I only got this close for a third time because of Scarlett’s second great voiceover of 2014.



Since she was supposedly at the beach, and since she sounded close too, I expected she’d be back in just a few minutes. Then all of this would be moot.



It wasn’t moot after two minutes. Or five. Or ten. Ten long fucking minutes without touching myself, after Scarlett got me so close. After I expected to cum all over her eight minutes ago.



Maybe it was safe to touch myself now. One little tug wouldn’t set me off at this point.



Yet when Scarlett opened the door at that split second, I never got to find out.



“Hey, honey. How it’s going?” Scarlett asked casually, as if we hadn’t been….talking over the phone. As if she wasn’t wearing another white robe, only tied up this time. As if she didn’t put down her purse and untie her robe then and there to reveal….nothing underneath at all.



Yet instead of tending to my once again growing problem, she picked up her purse –where her bra and panties obviously were — and went over to the dining table. She set the purse on a chair, bending down with her tight little pussy and big, beautiful, tasty ass facing me.



Before I went for a closer look, Scarlett turned around and said, “Hold on one more minute.” Then she made her way past me and to the bathroom.



“What the fuck?” I cursed in French. I knew she knew enough of it to get the question, yet she didn’t turn around. In fact, I heard her playing around with the knobs in the bathtub.



Even if she had psychic powers to see me almost jacking off, she had to know I didn’t! So what the fuck was this? Did I have to ask in English to get a straight answer? After all this teasing and almost phone sex, why did I even have to ask the question?!



“Forgot my hairbrush,” Scarlett interrupted me, turning off the bath and walking by me without a care in the world to her purse. She got out her brush and was on her way past me again — until I snapped and took her wrist.



It took everything I had to remember what thin ice I could be on, if I didn’t calm the fuck down. Scarlett was torturing me, but I was the one who could really ruin this honeymoon, and so many other things. If I just….



Then Scarlett smiled.



Then her hand reached out to take mine, and put it between her legs. Then I finally got the game.



Then I decided that since I had permission to touch her now…..I would really touch her.



Like she said, her pussy and ass had been neglected before I fell asleep. And the way she bent over earlier gave me….too many ideas.



I should have brought her to the bed and bent her over right there. Since I was too impatient and hungry, I merely spun Scarlett around, got on my knees behind her and dug right in.



My hands grabbed her hips while my mouth and tongue were right below her ass, tonguing and nibbling on her pussy. I knew that was just the appetizer, though. Once that tight little pussy quenched my initial thrust, my tongue slid up to start working her big, beautiful ass.



Practically motorboating her perfect cheeks, I rapidly licked her hole and got it nice and wet. I dipped back down to her pussy to collect more of those juices, then licked back up to lube her ass further. After a few more licks, a few squeezes and a few Scarlett moans, I was ready to make her more comfortable.



When I got back up, Scarlett didn’t even wait for me to drag her to the bed. She marched over, laid her stomach and upper body on the left of the bed, and waited for me all over again.



This time I was completely awake. And aware enough that I needed lube. Yet when I saw that pesky water bottle still on the ground — with water still in it — I lost my patience again.



I took the bottle and poured just enough on my cock to cool me off, and to get me wet. It was faster and it made total sense to me, after her own wet and wild ordeal. Before it wore off, I rushed to Scarlett, bent down and gave her a last little dab too.



Now that we were both more than wet, I inched my way into my wife’s lower body for the first time. To help her ass adjust, I gave her pussy a finger’s worth of attention too. It got up to two by the time my whole head got in her.



I hadn’t completely lost control by then. It took a few pumps, Scarlett’s moans, and the way her full ass arched back for me to do that.



The rest of it was a near total blur, although I should have taken it in more. Rest assured, Scarlett still took it all in.



What I did register was her bucking back against me, her groaning and then yelling my name, her grabbing the sheets to hold on, and the way her ass wouldn’t stop jiggling. Otherwise, I went faster and faster without any thought.



Somehow, I did think to lie my body completely on top of hers as I neared the finish. My hands grabbed Scarlett’s shoulders and squeezed as she threw her head back to face me. “OH, fuck! Fill my fucking asshole!” Scarlett commanded.



Without question, or even putting my hands on her pussy, I obeyed. I kept filling her over and over with my cock, until it made something else fill her instead. Once I exploded, I went limp on her back, as I would have crushed her if I was in worse shape.



Still, enough blood finally went back into my brain for me to roll off her. Scarlett followed me anyway, lying on her back on my stomach. I lifted my arms to wrap them around her waist, keeping her against me while I snapped out of my haze.



“You need to take naps more often,” Scarlett joked, in spite of how torn up she was down below. I didn’t know if she came yet.



“I might be way ahead of you soon,” I warned, exhaustion starting to claim me.



“You should cool off first. Maybe that water will do some good after all,” Scarlett proposed. After lying against me for a minute more, she was able to get up and test it.



I saw Scarlett get back in the bathroom and turn the bath back on, then laid back and listened to the water. To further pass the time, I glanced at my thoroughly drained, likely dirty cock, then at the ceiling, then at Scarlett’s ass getting fucked when I closed my eyes.



That wouldn’t be a bad way to lull me into sleep. However, present day Scarlett had other plans, starting with smacking me on the chest to open my eyes.



“Come on, get in,” she requested, standing over me and still naked. From that angle, I was in no position to turn her down, flaccid penis or not.



I got on my feet and dragged myself to the bathroom, where the tub was about 80-90 percent full. That was enough for Scarlett to turn off the spigot, gesturing for me to go in first. With some skepticism, I made my way inside.



After sinking into the water, I laid back and rested my head. Although the bed was more comfy, there was something to be said about resting like this. Now that I didn’t really need a cold shower, a warm bath was much more soothing.



Especially when Scarlett stepped in, turned her back to me and then slowly settled onto my lap.



I was nowhere near hard and I didn’t know if she still needed release. But on that note, I had another question. “Did you really get off in the ocean? Or was that part of the game?” I had to know.



“You really thought I would cum before you,” Scarlett accused, but did it lightly. “What kind of wife do you take me for?”



“I’ve taken you a lot of ways already,” I deflected. Scarlett rolled her eyes and leaned back on me, as my hands settled on her body.



“I did swim in there naked, that was true,” Scarlett confirmed. “But I saved touching myself until I got you on the phone. By then I was so worked up, you barely had to finger me to make me cum.”



“Sorry anyway,” I covered my tracks.



“It’s all right. You did some things right,” Scarlett praised, pushing her ass onto my limp cock. Fortunately, I was still satiated enough to find that funny.



We just laid there in the water, likely both tempted to go to sleep there. Sleeping in a bathtub would probably get uncomfortable after a while, though. So I stayed awake by caressing and rubbing Scarlett under the water, as my hands held her wet boobs and stroked up and down her stomach.



Scarlett leaned on me, putting her hands on my legs and rubbing them slowly. Her ass grinded on my groin again, but it was nice and relaxing instead of making me crazy. The same went for the rest of Scarlett now.



She turned her head to me, gently kissing me while my hands went lower on her. By default, I felt hotter from her lips rubbing mine and her ass wiggling on me. Nevertheless, I was in no hurry, especially since I didn’t know what we could pull off in here — due to the location and how spent we both were.



But in case Scarlett wasn’t as spent as me….and in case she told the truth about not fingering herself in the ocean….



My right hand drifted below her legs, tracing her pussy lips before she could say anything. Before she said anything else, my left hand went up to her chest. Her wet breasts were putty in that hand, just as her pussy was in the other.



For her part, Scarlett arched her hips forward to meet my hand, then arched back on my own groin. She worked my fingers and brushed my cock, all while her head laid on my right shoulder. As she relaxed and groaned, my hands worked faster and her hips responded the same way.



Mine pushed up themselves, meeting the backwards thrusts of her ass. The water began to slosh around as we moved faster, although none of it splashed over yet. Regardless, Scarlett got louder and faster riding on my fingers, with my attention to her chest and ass helping too.



When I felt myself getting bigger, Scarlett maneuvered her ass so that she could rest her crack right on my cock. She virtually massaged it down there, as I inserted a second finger to massage her back. Could I dare to dream for a four-peat?



Yet it was selfish to dream of a fourth orgasm, while Scarlett’s pussy hadn’t been filled once — not fully. Even a third finger wouldn’t quite do. “Turn around, baby,” I asked her, before I spent too much time between her cheeks and changed my mind.



“Oh, here we go….” Scarlett got the idea. Turning herself around, I sat up so she could wrap her legs around me and settle in my lap. Once we were set, I crossed off the last milestone of the night — inserting myself in my wife’s pussy.

It was Simmons’ turn to cook, and she soon proved the old canard about English cooking wrong. Everyone enjoyed a hearty meal during the debrief. That was an idea Coulson had come up with to increase morale. But halfway through the discussion of the Dubai mission, Coulson got up with his phone buzzing. “Sorry, gang, urgent matter. Finish the meal without me and save some chicken. Oh, Ward? Make sure Skye eats her greens.”



He left, prompting a mad rush for the dinner rolls that Skye didn’t participate in. “What was that?”



“Probably just Hill wanting to gossip about Cap,” Fitz joked.



“No, that stuff about me ‘eating my greens.’ I don’t have to eat something if I don’t want to!”



“Coulson just wants you to get all the nutrition a SHIELD agent needs,” Grant assured her. “Besides, you can’t have ice cream if you don’t have your greens.”



“I’m an adult! If I want, I can have my dessert and then my greens!”



“Okay, but I’m telling Coulson.”



Dejected, Skye began to eat her greens.



***



A week later, they’d discovered that the demon of Timbuktu was really a Stark robot with a bug in its programming. Tony apologized profusely, or so Pepper Potts said. Skye was more interested in the motorcycle Ward had been showing her to ride. Her plan was to take it out of the Bus for a night on the town. So she told May when the older woman asked.



“Be back by eleven,” May told her.



“What, I have a curfew now?” Skye put a hand on her jutted-out hip as she asked.



“No, that’s when the plane takes off.”



Skye’s cheeks burned. They generally seemed flammable around May. “Oh.”



“But that’s a good idea. Your curfew is ten-thirty and I’ll be checking your breath for alcohol.”



Skye’s face couldn’t have fallen further if May had told her Justified was canceled. “I can’t drink now!?”



“Not when you’re operating a motor vehicle.”



“Oh. Right. I won’t. And you were just kidding about the curfew, right?”



“Do I look like I do a lot of kidding?”



“But Maaaaay!”



“You’ll have even less time to enjoy yourself if you keep arguing with me.”



Skye grabbed her helmet with a grunt. She came back at ten-fifteen.



***



Skye slept in, coming to breakfast late and only just managing to snatch a crepe. Coulson looked at her with concern as she stuffed it into her mouth. “Getting enough sleep?”



“Yeah. Just need some coffee now because I’m addicted to caffeine.”



“Sure? It’ll stunt your growth.”



Skye gave him a bleary look. He pointed to the coffee machine. She poured, yawning.



“What?” Skye asked of his furrowed brow. “I don’t have a bedtime.”



“No, but if you’re having trouble sleeping, I could go over some mission logs with you until you’re KOed.” Skye laughed. “Or, I know some Gregorian chants. Very soothing.”



Skye’s face froze. “Did I just get a choice between reading a bedtime story and singing a lullaby?”



“…if it’s night terrors, I find that keeping a small light on is very effective…”



I do not need a nightlight!”



Skye’s outburst drew May into the kitchen. “Everything alright in here?”



Skye pointed at her boss. “May, Coulson’s being mean to me!”



Then she realized what she’d said.



And people asked her why she used to hate SHIELD.



***



“Did you know the Heli-Carrier had a gift shop?” Skye asked, spinning through the science lab to show off its wares. On her head was a baseball cap with the SHIELD eagle, her black tee had white words reading ‘Property of SHIELD,’ and her Nike high-tops had Black Widow’s insignia on the sides.



Fitz looked up from the acid he was pouring with a bashful smile. “Wow! You look great, Skye. Not that you don’t look great in whatever you wear. And not that those clothes are better than your other clothes. All your clothes are good. I mean you’d look great with no clothes at all!”



Jemma grabbed Fitz’s test tube before he could pour anymore into his beaker. “He thinks you look nice.”



“Thanks, Fitz.” Skye put her hand on her heart, then noticed the words under it. “Oh, this is just because I’m a SHIELD trainee, not because I consider myself to be a slave to a quasi-corporate military oligarchy.”



Ward charged through the door, nearly bowling Skye over to corral Jemma and Fitz. “We’ve got our mole! Surveillance picked him up at his girlfriend’s place. We can grab him now while they’re—” He was thrown by the sudden sight of Skye. “Having S-E-X.”



“I know how to spell.” Skye protested. “And I’ve had sex, I’m twenty-three!”



Simmons gasped and brought her hand to her mouth.



“We can discuss this later,” Ward said. “Right now we have to deploy. Skye, you’re with me. I’ll be making sure you don’t get in over your head on this one.”



And now I have a babysitter?”



“SO,” Ward corrected.



“Why is everyone treating me like a kid?” Skye cried.



“We’re not, sweetie—” Jemma began.



Ward said flatly “We have a go in ten minutes!”



“I’m not going anywhere until someone tells me why they see me as a child!” Skye stomped her foot in conclusion.



Then she realized what she’d said, again.



She stormed off, resisting the urge to slam the door behind her.



***



There wasn’t much good feng-shui on an airplane, but Skye found the best place to Zen out after a frustrating week was the armory. Every week, May cleaned and dry-fired all the weapons, and she did it in a tanktop that showed off the rest of the guns.



“Why does everyone treat me like a kid?” she asked, leaning against the wall with her arms folded in what was in no way a yoga stance. “I’m a grown woman! I have boobs! Doesn’t anyone notice my boobs?”



May coughed. “It’s a joke. They’re hazing you. If you didn’t get upset, they wouldn’t do it.”



“But why do they see me as a kid? Why would they even joke about that? No one jokes that you get… sexually aroused by toast or whatever.”



“That’s because my attraction to toast is a very sore subject with me,” May deadpanned. As always, it took Skye a moment to realize she was being sarcastic. “Honestly, Skye, what do you expect? You’re young, you’re inexperienced, and people cut you slack because of it. That affects people’s perception of you. If you acted more grown-up, they would focus on that.”



“I thought I was acting grown-up! Just because I have a facial expression once in a while and remember how to blink…”



May threw down a clip. “Skye. Think for a second. When it comes down to this team, you are a child. You’re not held accountable for your mistakes. You don’t take your job seriously. You don’t even participate in the orgies.”



“Now that is just not—” Skye’s brain did a three-point turn. “Orgies? If that’s a joke, you picked a bad time to open your sense of humor program.”



May hummed a bar and went back to her guns. “I thought Coulson had told you about the orgies.”



“Okay, you definitely said orgies. What are we talking about here? Do you mean it in the pro wrestling way, like ‘an orgy of violence and body slams’?”



“No. The sex way. No one told you?”



“No!”



“Then… what do you think this team does?”



“We’re…” Skye waved her hands around. “America’s daring, highly trained special mission force and stuff!”



“That’s G.I. Joe.” May sighed. “I can’t believe they’re making me explain this to you.”



“Explain what?”



May stood up. “Alright. Listen closely. If I have to explain this, I’m only going to do it once; have you ever wondered why we never work with Captain America?”



“Hmm?”



“Captain America? Or Iron Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye—anyone important? Even Maria Hill?”



“They’re… you know… doing other stuff.”



“Skye, the President was kidnapped. We weren’t called. Aliens invaded London. We weren’t called. We cleaned some stuff up and then we met an Asgardian tourist. We’re not the A-team.”



“Okay, so we’re the B-team, I knew that when we didn’t get a spaceship—”



“We’re not the B-team either.”



“We’re… we’re the C-team.”



May stuck her hand in the air and shook it a little. “We have a letter in front of our team. That’s as far as I’ll go. Now, why do you think that is?”



“Uhhh… is it because we don’t wear the matching SHIELD jumpsuits?”



“Let me put it another way: ever wondered why everyone on this plane is bisexual?”



“Well, Jemma and Fitz are both British, so…”



“Let me put it a third way. How many people on the Bus would you like to bang?”



“Uhh… everyone, I suppose. I mean, not you!” Skye said quickly. “Not that you’re, like, unbangable, but I just don’t, uh, think about you that way. Much. At all! You’re like a mother to me. One of my foster mothers. One of my foster mothers I didn’t kinda wanna bang.”



“Whoa. I’ve never wondered what Fitz would be like if he weren’t a twink, but you answered the question regardless.”



Skye planted her ass on the table and stared at May, trying not to show how uncomfortable the muzzle guard under her was “Just tell me what’s up with the orgies. I don’t think I’m slow on the uptake for not being able to get from clandestine intelligence agency to Bacchanalia in six degrees!”



“Look at the Discovery Channel on the new girl,” May murmured, pulling her cleaning rod out from under Skye’s ass. Without it, the muzzle guard actually felt kinda good. “Alright, Skye, it’s like this. Coulson died saving the world, and Nick Fury felt really bad about it. When Coulson came back, he got offered retirement, pension, the whole nine yards. But Coulson’s a born company man. He doesn’t want to leave his post. So they cut a deal. Coulson gets a cushy job investigating rinky-dink stuff.”



“Rinky-dink stuff?” Skye cried. “Those supersoldiers nearly ripped our asses apart!”



“There are about two hundred supersoldier programs in the world at any point of time,” May said matter-of-factly. “We got the one named after a bug. Not even an intimidating bug.”



“Centipedes are scary,” Skye argued. “It’s not like we’re going after… PILLBUG, masters of destruction! And what does any of this have to do with orgies?”



“Let me put it this way. You’ve noticed how Ward is six foot three, early thirties, with a jaw so square you could use it to draw a straight line?”



“Yeah, so?”



“There’s another agent in his mid-forties, five foot seven, who has three black belts and can shoot a housefly with a flintlock at forty paces. He’s covered in burn scars and he’s got a bald spot. Not to criticize Agent Ward, but perhaps you’ve noticed he doesn’t shoot people very much.”



“He’s compassionate!”



“We’re spies. We should shoot people. Pass me my drink, it’s on the other side of your ass.”



Skye picked up May’s drink and handed it to her.



“Thank you. Fitzsimmons. Pretty smart, aren’t they?”



“Yeah!” Skye agreed eagerly, before narrowing her eyes suspiciously.



“Don’t you think a team should only need one scientist? And we could’ve. There’s a seventy-year-old man with twenty-three PhDs. But he’s seventy years old. While Fitzsimmons need to collaborate on how to spell ‘consummate,’ they’re both in their twenties and cute as anime characters.”



“Are you saying people are on this team just because they’re sexy?”



“Not just because they’re sexy. We didn’t let Darcy Lewis join, and she was real keen on shooting people. But if you ask Coulson why he put together this team—” May gave Skye a look. “He did it all for the nookie.”



“But… but… you’re on the team.”



“And not typing on a computer all day. I’m Asian. I like computers. But Coulson said if I flew his Soul Plane, I’d get to fuck and suck a bunch of young, impressionable SHIELD agents. Sure, Grant may whine about how his older brother used to pick on him like a little bitch, but he has a ten-inch hero and his tongue’s made so many people see God that the Catholic Church considered canonizing him.”



“You’re messing with me,” Skye said.



“Yes. His cunnilingus isn’t that good.”



“No! With the orgies! You’re just fucking with me!”



“Actually, you’re the only one on this boat I’m not fucking with. But since you’re skeptical, I’ve arranged a demonstration via text message. Door.”



Skye looked to the door just as Jemma came in, doffing her labcoat to reveal she had nothing on but the frosting over her breasts and the party balloons tied to her crotch and butt. Working fast, she lit the two candles stuck in the frosting. “Happy biiirthday, Agent Maaay…” Belatedly, she noticed Skye. “Skye! May, you clearly texted ’63′! This is obviously a Code 47 at least! Is it even your birthday?”



“Hi Jemma,” Skye said distantly.



“Oh, hello Skye. I was just mixing some frosting and I didn’t want to get any on my clothes, so I… used my breasts.”



Skye cleared her head with a shake. “You don’t have to lie to me, Jemma.”



“Alright. Okay. No more lies.” Jemma took a deep breath. “Skye, when two people love each other very much, sometimes they express that love physically. Or when they love each other’s bodies very much. Or when one of them has a lot of money and the other is an English major…”



“I’m leaving,” Skye announced.



“Shut the door behind you,” May called, and of course, Skye disobeyed orders. “Fine. See if I care. Jemma, get on the table. This shotgun barrel is dirty anyway, so I’m going to do things to you with it.”



“Is the shotgun loaded?”



“No.”



“Can it be?”



***



Chapter Management



Skye did her best to forget about May’s insinuations. She was pretty sure that May and Jemma were playing a prank on her. A prank that required Jemma to shave her vag. Skye didn’t know she had it in her.



The next day Skye was taking her firearms exam again, this time at SHIELD Base 14, which she hoped would be lucky. She focused on that. Aced the written portion as usual. Then went to the firing range and Victoria Hand was there, immaculate except for the ear muffs hanging around her neck.



“Well. If it isn’t Skye again. They let you off the Bang Bus early?”



Skye wheeled on her. “Okay, the first few times you said that, it was funny, but now that I know what you mean, I’m offended!”



“You’re offended? You’ve tried to get a weapons clearance five times.”



“Guns are loud! And scary! And I’m a hacker, I’m honestly never going to use one.”



“Five times.”



“I can flip people. You have no idea how good I am at flipping.”



“Gun’s on the table,” Hand said. “Try to remember which end the bullets come out.”



“Jerk,” Skye whispered under her breath, grabbing the gun. She checked the safety, loaded it, worked the slide…



“You know what I heard?” Hand asked. “I heard that every time you fail your firearms exam, Coulson gives you a spanking.”



“Not true!”



“It would explain a lot. I’m not judging, though. The man has nice hands. If he were a balding, middle-aged lesbian instead of a balding, middle-aged man…”



“Ew!”



“She could wear the same suits, even. I’ll admit it, I joined SHIELD for the pantsuits.”



“You too, huh?” May asked, coming out of another stall on the firing range, depositing her gun on the table, and taking off her ear muffs with a flip of her hair that was everything true in the universe.



Skye closed her gaping jaw so hard that her teeth clicked.



“Agent May,” Hand said. “Nice seeing you. When you’re done playing in the minor leagues, perhaps you could come and work for me. I’d love to have you serving under me.”



“And I’d like it if you fingered me… for a position on your team.” May tilted her head to the side. “But let’s see if Skye’s learned to fire a gun without closing her eyes. Wouldn’t want her getting spanked. It’s not even the weekend.”



“That is not a—I am going to—” Skye groaned in frustration. “Know what? I’m going to fucking ace this test. I’m gonna make it my bitch.” She got in Hand’s face, so close that when she breathed, it fogged up Hand’s glasses. “I’m gonna pimp this test out to other tests until it gets knocked up by the SAT, then I’m gonna pay for its abortion, and them I’m gonna pimp it some more. Dolla-dolla bills, yo. And I’m so sure about that, that if I don’t make this test, I really will get spanked by Coulson. May, you’re… you. Say if I don’t pass this test, you’re getting me spanked.”



May’s arms were crossed. “If Skye doesn’t pass this test, she’s getting spanked thirty times, by Coulson, in front of the team, while bare-bottomed. I swear this on the mystical city of K’un-L’un.”



“Wha?”



“It’s a big deal.”



“No, I know that K-pop group, I’m just wondering about that really specific scenario.”



“Thought you’d prefer it to Hand’s ideas.”



“I suppose it’s a bare-handed spanking?” Hand interjected.



“Yes. And no mustard.”



“You’re getting soft in your remarkably youthful-looking old age.”



“Okay, power lesbians, doesn’t matter, I’m kicking this.” Skye pulled her ear muffs on. “Alright, motherfuckers. Get used to my ass being this pasty, because this test is fucked.”



***



Coulson closed the file gently, breathed in the ambiance of his office, then regarded Skye. He smiled serenely. “So you shot someone. It’s not the end of the world.”



Skye was seated with May standing behind her, like Death, only… nope, like Death. “She shot someone,” May reiterated. “On a firing range. The one environment on Earth most designed to not allow someone to get shot.”



“In my defense, I don’t think my ear muffs were working. Maybe I had ‘em on backwards…”



Coulson rapped his knuckles on the file. “Well, fortunately it was only a leg injury, so he’ll just be going through years of painful therapy and emotional trauma.”



“In my defense, I said I was sorry…” Skye trailed off a little.



“Yes, well, I think it’s best if we train you to be one of those agents who doesn’t use a gun.”



“I’m going to use a bow, like Hawkeye?”



Coulson shook his head.



“Then those cool stinger wrist bracelets, like Black Widow has?”



“No, I was thinking pepper spray.”



“Oh.”



“Once you’ve passed the exam for pepper spray.”



“I accept that. But let’s be fair, I watched a Mythbusters where they said that exactly what happened, couldn’t happen.”



“This is global espionage, Skye, not a wonderful educational TV show.”



“Alright then. I will just go cancel my order for that sweet Battlestar Galactica holster I saw on etsy.” Skye got up to leave.



“Just a minute,” Coulson called.



“What, you want it? It is pretty awesome.”



“I’m also aware that you made a bet that if you didn’t pass your firearms test—” Coulson opened the file, flipped through, and traced his finger to a particular line. “Ah. You would be spanked, by me, thirty times, with the team watching, and bare-bottomed.” He looked up at May. “Mustard?”



“No sir.”



Coulson gave Skye a smile. “Well, that’s a relief, huh?”



Skye laughed incredulously. “You’re really—guys, c’mon, I was joking.”



Coulson regarded the file again. “No, says right here, ‘Trainee Skye was not joking.’”



“Wear the Property of SHIELD T-shirt,” May added. “It’ll be hot.”



“Guys! C’mon! I know you all see me as a kid, but spanking me when I screw up?” Reading the room, Skye decided she probably should’ve have asked from sympathy from someone who had died and Melinda May in general. “Okay, what happens if I say no? Are you just gonna hog-tie me and…?”



“No, you can say no if you wish. But you’ll have to settle that with May. You did make her promise to see this through.”



May’s arms were very crossed. “If you don’t do this, we won’t be friends anymore.”



“We’re friends now?”



“Of course. I’ve never smacked you when you annoy me.”



“Alright, one more time for the person who isn’t a porn star slash secret agent.” Skye took a deep breath. “You expect me to take my pants off and get my ass smacked thirty times in front of all my friends.”



“That’s correct.” “About the size of it.”



Skye nodded to herself. “Can I have some tequila first?”



***



May turned out to be really good at mixing Tequila Sunrises, and after three of them, Skye was feeling really good about getting spanked more or less in public. With May’s hand on her shoulder, she walked out of Coulson’s office.

The others were already gathered, sitting in the conference room’s chairs. Ward looked up at her as she passed. “You know, you don’t have to do this. May will get over it if you don’t.”



“She’ll probably just ignore you for a while,” Jemma agreed.



Fitz added “Two or three years, tops.”



Skye threw her arms out. “Guys, it’s all good. I’m an adult, okay? I get spanked in front of people all the time. Plus, I’m on the internet all day. I’ve seen some shit. Do you know what a midget looks like naked? It is nothing like my Hobbit fan art.”



“You’re sure?” Grant insisted.



“Totes mcgoats sure!” Skye insisted right back. She undid her belt. “Look!” And dropped her pants. “Those are my panties. My big-girl panties.”



“You’re not wearing panties.”



Skye covered her crotch. “Fucking tequila…”



Coulson stepped out of the bathroom, still wiping his hands off with a paper towel. Awww, he washed his hands before spanking me. Skye knew she’d always liked him for a reason.



“Skye, I’ve already briefed the others. Ready when you are.” He took a seat at the front of the room. “If you’re sure.”



“Yes, I’m sure!” Skye kinda—shuffled sideways like a crab might to keep her goods hidden. God, why couldn’t her shirt be longer? Yes, its tightness showed off her boobs, but at what cost? “This isn’t my first rodeo metaphor, okay? I got spanked, like, a hundred times in college.”



“You went to college?” May asked desultorily.



“Yes!” She wilted under May’s stare. “To a party at a college! A community college. Everyone there was very nice.”



“Bend over the nice man’s lap,” May ordered.



Skye sorta beached herself over Coulson’s legs, like a whale. “Yeah! There’s my butt, all spanky.” She gave it a self-confident little shake, which got a harumph from him like one of those old walrus-y Victorian dudes. God, so cute.



May was at Coulson’s side, and Skye felt her eyes on her ass a lot more than his. She also noticed the others were very closely watching the side of her thigh that she was presenting to them; Fitz had his legs crossed. She gave them a hearty smile and was just trying to wink when—smack!



She heard the thunderclap of it a beat before the pain started in her left buttock. It lingered for a moment before turning to a warm soreness pressing into her skin like needles.



Skye gasped and automatically tried to straighten against the pain, but immediately Coulson’s big hand was there, on a pressure point between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. “Easy there, agent. Get used to the sensation. Just twenty-nine to go.”



Twenty-nine? He had to have miscounted. That was… okay, one from thirty, yeah. But Christ, he couldn’t have counted that as two?



“You can’t just spank someone without warning!” Skye whined. “I wasn’t ready, okay, you have to wait till I’m ready!”



“Are you sure you want to do this?” Coulson asked, sounding mainly apologetic. “You’ve taken your pants off in front of everyone already. That’s no small thing.”



“Yeah! It’s fine! I just needed to get my chi up first.”



May crouched down so she was eye-level with the doubled-over Skye. “You’re sure?”



Yes.”



“Because we could make things a little easier for you.”



“Easier?”



May nodded, her exquisite eyebrows knitting together. “Ten spanks. If you don’t cry out, that’s all you have to take.”



“And if I do cry?”



“Then you have to fuck everyone in this room.”



“Whoa!” Jemma cried, jerking upright.



Leo pulled her back down. “Hear her out.”



“Don’t do it, Skye,” Grant said simply.



Skye fixed him with the meanest stare she could while bare-bottomed on another man’s lap. “What, you don’t think I can do it?”



“You can’t do it, and I can’t yodel. Let’s keep our limitations in mind.”



“Dude, not only can I do it, but I’m an adult. Having sex with five people? I do that shit at showings of Harry Potter.”



“So we have a deal?” May asked.



“Hells yeah! Bring on the spanking! I am so ready!” Coulson’s hand stung her ass. “Oww! I wasn’t ready-ready—”



“Smack her ass seven more times,” May ordered. When Skye reached back to rub at her sore ass, May slapped her hand away. “Let her have it, Phillip.”



“Sorry about this, Skye, but you asked for it.”



As the next swat came down on Skye’s cheeks, she mentally conceded it was possible she had made some poor life choices. Her mind would’ve countered that how could it be that bad a decision if she was getting spanked on a private jet, but then the same pain hit her again, worse this time. The stinging heat shot through her ass like wildfire, squeezing her eyes shut and opening her mouth. But the brunette wouldn’t let one stray noise out.



I’m an adult! She thought determinedly. I’m an adult! A fucking adult!



“Harder!” May ordered, standing over her, and Skye took a blow to each cheek, so hard they jerked her body forward. Skye’s lip wobbled and she felt tears almost as hot as the pain run down her face. “Stop!” May called.



Skye laid across Coulson’s lap, her ass feeling the red that it looked, as May circled around her body. Reaching out, May placed her hand on Skye’s ass and applied a gentle pressure to the area where Coulson’s hand had landed. It hurt—but it also felt good, having May do it. The pain was diffused, somehow. Nice.



“You’ve been a very bad girl, Skye. That’s why you’re being punished. But you know we love you and are just doing this for your own good, right?”



“I, uh, what?” Skye lost her already confused train of thought as May’s hand went from feeling to squeezing. Her hair was slipping down over her face and she tried to hide behind it, feeling far more embarrassed than she let on. It wasn’t the spanking or the nudity that was doing it. It was that the heat had moved under May’s ministrations. It wasn’t on her ass anymore. It was lower—deeper.



Like she was getting turned on by this, almost.



“May’s right,” Coulson said. “We’re not doing this because of a bet. You’ve made some poor choices lately and we’re hoping this will help you learn.”



May gripped Skye’s ass painfully, her fingers digging it. “Acting out in the way you have is completely unacceptable. You may be an adult, but you are also an agent serving under us and you will follow our orders at all times. And if you don’t, we will do whatever it takes to make the consequences of your actions sink in. If you want to act like a baby, you’ll be treated like a baby.”



“I don’t—what—but I’m—”



“Hit her again,” May ordered, and Skye braced herself as she sensed Coulson’s hand raising. Even with the warning, it came as a surprise after May’s sweet caress, and seemed to hurt even worse than before, the sound echoing in Skye’s ears. She gritted her teeth together to keep her yelp in her throat. “Say you’re sorry, Skye.”



The tears were flowing freely down Skye’s cheeks. “I’m sorry, May!”



May must have given some kind of signal, because the next spank seemed to come from her. Skye held in a whimper as the pain flowed up her body. “What are you sorry for?”



“I’m sorry for disobeying your orders and questioning you and not being a good agent—” Another smack had Skye arching her back. It hurt so bad, but she could feel herself getting wet. Her cheeks burned as hot as her ass. What was wrong with her? “I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry!”



If May noticed the slip, she didn’t mention it. “Now apologize to the team you’ve endangered with your behavior.”



Skye looked at the others and her embarrassment grew. Some looked ashamed of her, others looked aroused, and which was which seemed to change with every second she looked at them. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! O—” Another spank had her practically swallowing her tongue to keep from crying out.



I’m an adult, I’m an adult, I’m an adult!



“One more,” May said. She wasn’t unmerciful. She petted Skye’s hair as she spoke. “Are you ready, baby?”



Skye nodded, not trusting herself to speak. It hurt so bad, she thought anything she said would be followed by a scream.



“Here it comes,” May announced, and Skye felt Coulson’s hand slap across her ass—at the same time May’s hand twisted in her hair and pulled,hard.



“OWWWWW!” Skye screamed for a good few seconds before stopping herself. A fresh set of tears ran out of her eyes as she looked up at May, her hands shielding her burning ass. “You—that’s cheating!”



“You think there’ll be rules out in the field? You think if you’re being interrogated, your captors will limit themselves to smacking your ass ten times? You need to be able to adapt to changing circumstances, and clearly you haven’t. This is exactly the kind of situation you should’ve exercised good judgment to avoid, but since you can’t, now I’m going to be handling your training.”



Grabbing Skye by the scruff of her shirt, May wrenched her out of Coulson’s lap and then forced her to her knees. Her other hand brushed open Coulson’s legs. Skye saw the bulge in his pants.



“Look what you’ve done with all your wiggling around,” May commented, shoving Skye’s face into Coulson’s crotch. “Look how hard he is. You did that, and you’re going to fix it.”



Skye looked up at May frantically. Her cunt felt like it was on fire and she didn’t know how to make it stop. If she wanted it to stop. “But I…”



May crouched beside her, cupping Skye’s skull like she meant to twist it off her neck. One hand at the nape of her neck and one on her jaw. “Does baby not know what to do? Does baby need help?”



Skye could’ve wept in relief. Yes. May was going to show her what to do. She didn’t know what she was doing. She needed someone to show her. Someone wise and powerful and strong, like Melinda May. “Please will you show me? Please May?”



“Yes, Skye. I will. First, I want you to pull his zipper down. Can you do that for me?”



Coulson cleared his throat, looking out at the rest of the team as she undid his fly.



“Good girl,” May praised, her forefinger petting Skye’s scalp. “His cock’s in there. I want you to take it out.”



Skye did, moving aside the layers of trousers and boxers to get to Coulson. It felt weird touching it. She wasn’t shy, but doing it under May’s direction was different. It tingled.



“Now put it in your mouth.” May’s grip solidified on the back of Skye’s head.



She did, catching a soft exhale from Coulson as her mouth accepted his warm cock. His taste wasn’t unpleasant, like a lot of her boyfriends had been—overall, he tasted clean, with a pleasant smell of body wash.



May exuded a steady pressure with her hand, forcing Skye down onto Coulson’s groin. He wasn’t huge, but he had nothing to be ashamed of either, and Skye gagged as she tried to fit him into her mouth and then her throat.



“Take him,” May cajoled. Her voice was as harsh and unyielding as the pressure she put on Skye. “Take his cock, baby girl. I want every inch of his cock in your mouth. Relax your throat. Swallow it, swallow it.”



Skye felt like she couldn’t breathe, but she kept going. May’s words had her thinking back to trying deep-throating with Miles. She’d researched it on the internet, watched a video of Jenna Jameson doing it, then tried herself. She’d managed it, but when he’d come it had upset her stomach and she’d ended up hunched over the toilet for a good twenty minutes. They’d never done that again.



But the skill returned to Skye with ease. The more she took, the nicer May became, her voice going sweeter and her hand rubbing Skye’s back like a proud parent. “That’s it. You’ve got it. Baby likes cock, doesn’t she? Baby loves sucking cock.”



Skye nodded, eager to please May. It’d once seemed like nothing she did could impress the elder agent, but this was earning her so many brownie points.



Finally, she must’ve been all the way down, because there was nothing more to swallow. She was blinded by Coulson’s thighs, but she thought she saw May take his hands and place them on her head. He gripped her reassuringly tight, petting her hair just as May stroked her back. It made Skye feel magical, making them both happy.



“You’ve done a very good job, Ms. Skye,” Coulson praised under May’s watchful gaze. He sounded out of breath. “An exceptional job. I wish I could last longer, but I’m afraid you’re just too good.”



“That’s alright,” May said. “Come. Come in her mouth.”



Coulson sighed as his hips began to rock, his hands moving Skye’s head up and down on his cock. She gleefully bobbed her head, sucked, licked, anything she could think of to make him come. She knew if she did, May would be happy with her.



“That’s a good blowjob, Skye.” May actually slapped her on the back. “Very good. Look at him. He’s going to come for you. Swallow his come now, Skye. I want you to swallow every drop. Don’t spill even a tiny drop.”



Skye nodded as best she could and moaned happily. The pain of the spanking had receded. All she could think of was how proud she’d made Agent May. And after disappointing her for so long, too.



With a strangled groan, Coulson went hot and burst in her mouth. It felt like she was biting down on a garden hose at full blast, but Skye just kept swallowing in heady gulps and trusted nothing was overflowing. The taste was so strong, but like the intensity of the spanking, that just seemed like one more sign of time spent with May. Everything May did was crackling with energy.



When Skye had milked the last drops from him, she swallowed twice, pulled her mouth away, swallowed again, then opened her mouth to show her empty tongue to May. The other agent gave an approving nod.



“Did baby like drinking come?” May asked nicely.



“Yes, yes, very much!”



“Then let’s see how you like having your cunt filled up with it. Fitz, come here.”



Fitz looked around, like there might’ve been someone else with his name about, then stood. As one might’ve expected, there was a tent in his pants. Despite the blooming red in his cheeks that seemed to go all the way to his hairline, he seemed as much in thrall to May as Skye was. All she had to do was beckon him and he shuffled forward.



“Down on your back, Skye,” May ordered, her voice harsh once more. The message was clear. Skye couldn’t coast on her past accomplishments. She would have to keep proving herself to May.



She laid down, feeling her sweat-soaked shirt on her back and the rough carpet under her butt and legs. May herself undid Fitz’s belt, shoving his pants down to his ankles, and then pushing him easily to his knees.



“You’ve been wanting her,” she told him. “Now there she is.”



“Uh, hi,” Skye said.



“I was just… sorta… thinking there would be different circumstances to this… particular… scenario… of sorts.”



May gave Skye a look and the hacker reared up to take Leo’s face in her hands and deliver him a deep, soulful kiss. She felt his cock pressed against her belly and it took a moment to give a jump, like it was as surprised as the rest of him. Then he responded in earnest, kissing her as hard as he could, as fast as he could. His kisses were wet and a bit sloppy, but the raw enthusiasm worked on her. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ignite the sudden sparks, then May crouched down beside them.



She shoved Fitz down on top of Skye, reached between his legs to guide him into her. As Fitz went to work on her, Skye again knew it wasn’t wholly him that her body was responding to. It was that this was May’s idea, that it was her watching them, ordering them around, controlling them. Her moist pink lips moved into a smile as she came, meeting May’s eyes.



Fitz didn’t last much longer. After a few minutes of jerking, Skye felt a liquid rush inside her, a short-lived fire that kickstarted her lust all over again. Leo breathed hard, his face damp with sweat.



“That was amazing, Skye,” he kissed her one last time. “We should go on a date sometime. Get coffee or—”



May pulled him off her. “Jemma, come.” She looked down at Skye, flat on her back with her legs spread and a man’s seed trickling out of her. Skye smiled innocently at her. “Baby’s good with cock. Let’s see how she is with cunt.”



Jemma arrived as order, standing before May with a bit of nervousness. “Shall I use my fingers or tongue, ma’am? Or I could go get the dildo…”



May ignored her to brusquely free Jemma’s clothes from her body. “No, you sit on her face and don’t let Skye move. She’s not getting up until she’s made you come. I don’t care if she’s never eaten a pussy in her life, she’s going to learn.”



“Yes, mum,” Jemma said instantly, which confused Skye. Had she misheard her say ‘ma’am’? But then May pulled down Jemma’s panties, leaving her in nothing but her lab coat, and the bald pussy Skye had seen her sporting earlier was clearly her usual look.



May knelt beside Skye, her knee almost at the hacker’s throat. “Has baby ever had her pussy eaten?”



“Yeah, she has… I mean, I have.”



“Does baby know what she likes?”



Skye thought of that spot inside herself that always made her come embarrassingly quick, but no penis seemed to be able to find. Whenever a guy fingered her, she always tried to help them get it. “Uh-huh.”



“I want you to be a good girl and do that to nice Miss Simmons. Can you do that, baby girl?”



“I think so,” Skye said, voice quavering. Normally she’d be more confident, but her new and intense desire to please May made her nervous. She didn’t want to let May down like she had before!



“You won’t fail me, will you Skye? You’ll make her come, won’t you?”



“Yes, yes I will!” Skye insisted with a surge of confidence she didn’t quite feel. Anything to keep May from hating her—maybe get her to pet Skye’s hair some more.



May looked over at Jemma. “You know what to do.”



“Oh yes,” Jemma said tersely, as she straddled Skye’s face. “Ride the bitch’s face till her tongue’s broken.”



Jemma did as ordered so quickly that Skye thought she had to be like her—wanting to please May. Skye looked up at the other woman’s cunt. It looked strange without pubic hair; Skye shaved, sure, but she never waxed. So Jemma’s seemed redder than hers, somehow, a hot pink set in her cool skin. And more than a little wet. It wasn’t like Skye looked at hers a lot. She touched it sometimes… maybe Jemma’s would seem more familiar if she went by touch.



Closing her eyes, Skye reached up and—felt a sharp slap between her legs. Her eyes shot open to see May. Of course. Who else could make her hurt so bad and yet want more?



“I didn’t tell you to finger her. I said to eat it. Eat.”



Skye followed orders without thinking, even though she really would’ve liked if May slapped her pussy just one more time. She’d never eaten a girl out either—just kissed a few women at parties, made out with a friend in high school, masturbated while thinking about Jennifer Aniston once. But like May said, she knew what she liked, so… well, it wasn’t like any pussy strayed too far from the blueprint, was it?



Skye craned her neck and started off by sucking Jemma’s clit into her mouth. She usually liked a build-up to the clit stuff, but once a boyfriend had accidentally rubbed his tongue stud against her clitoris and the hard shock of painful pleasure had lit a fire under the whole encounter. It seemed to work for Jemma. She crooned in hurt, then trailed off with satisfaction as Skye lessened the pressure on her clit until she was slurping off it, moving down to her labia.



“Oh God…” Jemma murmured, so low that only Skye and May could hear. Skye squeezed her thighs together. The thought that this was only for the three of them turned her on.



After giving Jemma a bare second to cool down, Skye thrust her tongue into Jemma. The scientist gave a squeak and her hands locked onto Skye’s hair, ruffling it more than anything else as she rolled her hips. Her cunt thrust onto Skye’s tongue and the hacker faithfully held still, letting Jemma fuck herself on her face.

Another slap landed on Skye’s pussy, sending her into a moaning, trembling fit. Her legs pedaled until May sat on them. May spanked one side of her hips, then the other, then pinched Skye’s clit between her fingers. Skye thought she would come and never stop.



“Eat my fucking pussy, Skye,” Jemma laughed, a bit disturbingly, and bucked her hips into Skye’s face so hard that the hacker’s head rebounded off the deck. “Eat me or she’ll never let you come.”



Skye had really, really never gone down on a girl, never even thought about it except for that one weird sex dream about May, but she found herself burying her face between Jemma’s legs. It was a bit like eating a very messy pomegranate, though Jemma’s pussy was surprisingly hot. It seemed even hotter than the skin around it, which had to be impossible, right?



Skye just licked and sucked, concentrating on devouring all the slick juices that Jemma fed her. She had to be doing something right. Jemma was moaning up a storm above her, spewing obscenities that somehow came off as seriously adorable. “Oh fucking cunt—oh, you sweet bitch—eat my fucking puss, you sweet little whore… motherfucking shit!”



Apparently May was satisfied too. She took to petting Skye’s pussy. The more Skye ate, the harder May rubbed, until one of her fingers slipped inside. Skye’s eyes closed and she saw fireworks. Her body was on autopilot—tongue sore, jaw aching with the sheer enthusiasm she showed, but she kept going even as Jemma’s juices ran down her chin and dotted her shirt.



Two fingers and Skye felt herself come; a rolling thunder that had her trapped body surging, trying to get free, trying to get to May. She heard May laugh for the first time, a low rumble that ran up Skye’s legs. “Someone’s made a mess,” May commented, running her hand over Skye’s pussy. She was so wet it was audible. “Messy girl… my messy girl likes eating pussy, doesn’t she? Makes her all wet… dripping wet…”



Skye was screaming May’s name, but only into Jemma’s pussy. She was being sucked into Jemma, drowning in her. If she made Jemma come, then she could fuck May for real. Think, Skye, think! You’re a fucking adult!



Then Skye remembered. Jemma’s clit. She’d ignored it after that first suckling taste. Abandoning the abundant juices Simmons was gifting her with, Skye went to Jemma’s hard clit and practically vacuumed it up. She sucked mercilessly, heard Jemma cry out, didn’t stop, kept going. Jemma’s hips shook, her legs squeezed shut on Skye’s head, but she came. A rush of warmth that covered Skye’s face. A squirter. No wonder Coulson had recruited her.



Jemma went limp into May’s arms, the older woman dragging her off Skye. “Oh, you trollop… fucking slattern… goddamn harlot, I love you.”



“Uh, thanks,” Skye said, wiping her mouth off with her hand. She looked up at May with her most mature expression. “Shall we intercourse now? I mean, uh…”



“Not yet. Turn over. Elbows and knees, ass in the air.”



“You’re… you’re going to sodomize me?”



“Not me.” Arms crossed, May looked over her shoulder. “Ward, get up here. I want to know if our little girl likes a cock in her ass.”



“Whoa, whoa, wait, what?” Skye cried, looking to Ward as he tore his pants open, though with a consolatory look at her. Apparently he knew better than to second-guess May. The mere size of the prick he fished out of his briefs alarmed Skye. “Hey! Hey, put that thing away, I don’t do anal!”



May gave her a look. “You don’t, huh?”



“No!” Skye cried incredulously.



May ignored her, taking a small vial of Astroglide from her belt and going to Ward to lube him up. “Well, you’d better get used to it, Skye. I personally plan on fucking your ass every night this week, and my strap-on makes Grant look like Donald Duck.”



Why did hearing that make Skye feel like riding a washing machine through a whole spin cycle? “Okay, but uhh, couldn’t he just, y’know, missionary or doggy-style or cowgirl or reverse-cowgirl?”



“Ah, I see you’ve read the Kama Sutra,” May quipped as she finished fluffing Ward. He stood at attention as she went to Skye and unceremoniously stuck a wet finger up Skye’s ass.



Motherfuck!”



“Grant’s saved your life a dozen times and you’re really going to give him Fitz’s sloppy seconds?”



Skye tried to ignore that May’s finger felt really good. A lot better than that time she’d experimented by sitting on a Sharpie marker. That’d been an awkward emergency room visit and an important lesson—always take off your Lady Iron Man cosplay before anal experimentation.



“Well, uh, no, but that doesn’t mean—he could fuck my armpit.”



May added another finger. Skye thought it could’ve been a punishment, but honestly, it felt hella good. She wondered if May would mind her reaching down and touching herself, just a little.



“Or I could give him a handjob?” Skye reasoned.



“Handsies? What is this, junior high? You’re being a very bratty little girl, Skye. Do you need another spanking?”



“Yes! Yes, he could spank me!”



“Ward’s shit at bondage,” May whispered. “Always whines like a bitch about his big brother was mean to him. If you need another spanking, I’ll be doing it, and I’ll be using my belt. Trust me, you’re not ready for that. Your asshole’s ready as it’s going to be. Turn the fuck over and take his cock.”



Skye did as told, feeling another jolt in her pussy from May yelling at her. Christ, there was something wrong with her, she just knew it. She was even kinda turned on by the thought of May belting her ass.



When she got on her hands and knees, Coulson was there in front of her. He gave her a reassuring smile, and had thankfully zipped his fly up so Skye didn’t have to think about how she’d fucked more people in the last half hour than she had in high school. Maybe she was a late bloomer?



“May, you sure about this?” he asked. “She is nervous.”



“Nervous, not scared. She can take it.” May patted Skye’s back in a way that almost seemed maternal. “Can’t you, Skye?”



“Yeah. I mean, I think so…” Skye looked at Coulson a bit more wide-eyed than she tended to. “Do you think I can?”



He patted her on the cheek. “Absolutely, honey. Take it from me, anyone can do anal. I’ve taken a lot of stuff up my pooper, and Grant’s very gentle. And if May says you’re ready, I’d trust her.”



All the patting and rubbing made Skye feel a bit like the family dog. Shit, that turned her on too. Was it just being on a plane? Did that make people slutty? She heard a lot about airline stewardesses… “Will you, uh, stay with me?”



“Sure thing, Skye. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Just as long as you don’t tense up, you’ll be fine. Relax your body. Focus on that. May and Ward will take care of the rest.”



Skye felt herself getting misty. It wasn’t the fear of pain. It was how supportive Coulson was, how much he cared. She’d had a lot of boyfriends that virtually forgot about her once they’d gotten off. And now she’d swallowed his cum and he was still here, helping her bust her anal cherry. It made her feel like her crazy SHIELD unit was more than a team, it was a family.



Then she felt Ward hiking her shirt up over her curvy ass, May’s slender fingers opening her up for him.



“I’m scared!” popped out of Skye like a little bubble.



“Don’t be,” Coulson said warmly. “I’m right here. You wanna hold my hand?”



Skye nodded heartily. He reached down and took her hands where she was resting her elbows on the floor.



“Just focus on me. It’s gonna feel a little weird, and not altogether pleasant, but you’re get used to it. And if you wanna scream, you just scream your little head off, okay? No one will think any less of you. We all remember our first time.”



“I had to stop halfway through to run to the bathroom!” Simmons announced.



Skye bowed her head against Coulson’s forehead, the older man sympathetically meeting her. She made a little humming noise. “I can do this. I can do this. I’m an adult, I can do this…”



May was pulling her cheeks as far apart as they would go, offering her asshole to Grant’s cock. Skye could’ve sworn she felt the wind of its passage as his cock approached, then there it was. His cockhead brushing up on the pucker of her ass. She held her breath with expectation, almost whining with fear.



After a few moments, she let her breath out. “Just do it! Put it in me! Just fuck my ass with your cock!”



“You’re sure you want it?” Coulson asked. She nodded desperately. “Tell him that. He won’t do anything you’re not sure about.”



Skye broke away from Coulson’s loving gaze to look over her shoulder at Ward. He did look concerned, brow furrowed with apprehension, though that was his default expression.



“Fuck me in the ass, Ward. Right now. Fuck my ass.”



Like a dog let off the leash, he pressed his cock firmly to her ass, but it didn’t go in yet. She was clenched too tightly.



“Harder,” May ordered, staring intently at Skye’s resistant asshole. “Jam it in.”



Grant, gritting his teeth and already feeling the heated pressure of Skye’s ass, pushed harder. His swollen head entered Skye. Skye screamed horribly as he pushed it in, fresh tears flooding her eyes. She screamed and screamed as he pushed hard and her asshole stretched around his cock. She screamed, because it was all she could do as her SO slammed his cock into her defenseless asshole.



Then, all of a sudden, she wasn’t screaming. She was moaning. Whimpering. Panting. And she could hear the others—Fitzsimmons chattering lowly, Ward groaning in pleasure, even May exclaiming “Look at that tight asshole. Look at it stretch.”



“It’s so tight,” Grant replied, practically gurgling. He was reaching down with his left hand and caressing May’s cheek where she knelt beside Skye. Whoa, what was going on there, Skye wondered.



Then her moment of clarity passed, as Grant pulled back and then brutally pounded her once more. Skye screamed again, even as her long-threatened orgasm hit home. It felt like a bomb had gone off in her cunt. Her arms gave out and she would’ve hit the floor facefirst if Coulson hadn’t caught her. He pulled her into a hug and she clung to him as Grant fucked more of his cock into her.



Skye sobbed, not sure if she was feeling pain or pleasure, not caring so long as it didn’t stop. And Coulson rubbed her back, her Property of SHIELD tee smoothing and rumpling under his fingers. “You’re doing great, sweetie. Hard part’s over, he’s got it in. Now just don’t tense up. Stay loose. Let him work. That’s it, honey.” He gave May a nod.



She looked up at Ward, made it obvious to him that she was reaching between Skye’s legs and fondling her pussy. As if the long moan Skye released left any doubt. She stared into Ward’s eyes expectantly. “Now fuck her.”



He did. Skye had thought he’d been fucking her before, but he’d just been letting her get used to his presence in her ass. Now he shoved all of himself into her small ass, again and again, and her cry of pain bounced off the walls. It was too much for Skye; she thought she might’ve died if Coulson hadn’t pulled her to him, soothed her with every ounce of his personality. She dissolved into tears, her shoulders shaking, she even covered her face with her hands. But it was alright, because Coulson was cradling her in his arms.



“There, there, let it out, that’s good.”



“It hurts!” Skye insisted, wishing he would stop and at the same time not wanting to disappoint May, Coulson, her team. The pain was fading, but she still didn’t know how she could possibly stand another minute of it.



“I know it does, baby. The first time always does. Listen to me—listen to me, Skye.” Coulson’s cool lips moved to her ear. “You’ve been through so much and come so far. You can do this, can’t you?”



Skye just moaned like a wounded animal. Every time Grant’s swollen cock ripped into her, her body lurched under him, mashing her clit against the floor, sometimes against the hem of her shirt. And it felt good. It was brutal and violent and painful and she liked it. It was May, she thought. May’s fingers were just a small part of it, barely noticeable when Grant’s balls were slapping against her pussy and her clit was being scraped on the rug and her tits were mashed against Coulson’s dress shirt, her erect nipples rubbing against his undershirt. But knowing that May was there for her, just as much as Coulson was, made her weep tears of joy instead of pain. They were there for her, even now, even in this.



“Skye?” Coulson said gently, kissing her forehead. “I think you’ve had enough. It’s time to come now, Skye. Can you do that for me? You’re almost there, just a little more Skye, just let yourself come and you’ll be all finished. Come for me, Skye. Come for all of us.”



Then she felt May behind her, silken tresses tickling the back of her neck, breath in her hair, teeth settling around her ear as Grant’s cock filled her ass and May’s fingers clawed at her pussy and she became a mass of helpless flesh, writhing and whimpering as she was fucked in all ways.



“Do it,” May ordered, and Skye came. Her juices flooded her cunt and washed over May’s hand, her scream echoed through the plane, tears fell across her lips so she could taste her own sweet pain, and then it happened again. Her whimpers grew weak, helpless, as she came until Ward joined her with the sob of a crazed animal. She felt explode inside her, felt every last drop being pumped inside her as he panted and moaned, then with a grunt he drew away.



Skye gasped with relief, her body crumpled against Coulson’s, quivering helplessly. May embraced her from behind and she felt the combined warmth of her and Coulson, a heaviness that held her down when she felt like pitching into the atmosphere or sinking into the earth.



It felt being better than the sex had.



“Did you come?” May whispered sweetly in her ear. “Did baby come from having a great big cock in her ass?”



“Yes, mommy,” Skye said, both noticing and not noticing the slip; beyond caring.



“Can we stay like this a while?”



“Mmm-hmm,” Coulson answered, his voice rumbling up from her chest.



Skye purred contentedly and relaxed against his shoulder. She’d been nervous for so long—afraid she’d be found out then, with the bracelet, afraid she’d be rejected—but now she felt safe. Safer than her van and her foster parents and everything that’d ever been in her life, all put together.



She might’ve fallen asleep, but she was stirred by Coulson moving. She mewled in horror as he stood up, leaving her in the cradle of May’s arms.



“Sorry, Skye, I have to go. The plane doesn’t fly itself.”



“It does,” May pointed out, seated behind Skye with the younger woman now fully in her lap. “But SHIELD does expect us to get some work done. If we don’t assassinate at least one drug lord this week, it’ll look horrible with the oversight committee.”



“Tomorrow,” Coulson said. “And somewhere tropical. I don’t want to assassinate one of those drug lords who lives in the middle of a malaria-infested jungle. Let’s do it on the beach. We can work on our tans and do prep at the same time. Skye, you’re looking a little pale. We’ll have Jemma fix you up with that new tanning lotion she’s been working on.”



He walked off, leaving Skye alone with May. The senior agent petted Skye’s hair, engaged but disinterested, like Skye was just a kitten to be played with. Skye relaxed against May. Was ‘kitten’ a step up from ‘baby’ or a step down? Skye thought May would probably like kittens better than infants…



“Where’d everyone go?”



“Business,” May answered. “I wanted us to be alone for this.”



“This?”



“You promised to fuck everyone on this plane. And there’s one person left.”



“Myself? You want me to masturbate?” May was staring at her. “Okay, I’m going to need a glass of wine, some latex gloves, and the last post ONTD made about Thor. I know it’s weird, but it works for me.”



“Me.” May stood up, leaving Skye on her ass on the floor. “You haven’t fucked me.”



“Oh. Okay. I kinda thought all the fingering would’ve counted…”



“Fingering? What is this, The Fosters? I said you have to fuck me, not make me feel good about our relationship.”



Skye nodded, eager to please. “Cool, cool. What’d you have in mind?”



“Good question,” May replied. “Unzip my jacket.”



Getting on her knees, Skye moved to stand, but May put a hand on her head like she was palming a basketball. Skye stayed down. May kept her hand where it was until Skye reached up and pulled down the zipper on May’s leather jacket.



May’s hands dropped to her side. “Well-done. Now undo my belt.”



Careful not to overstep her bounds in any way, as much as she wanted to touch May, Skye put her hands on Skye’s belt buckle and gently undid it.



“Now unzip my fly.”



Skye did that as well. Black panties. She was kinda expecting Hello Kitty. No one she’d ever known was as domineering as May without some kind of soft spot. But May was just tough, through and through.



“Pull my pants down.”



Skye ran them down every inch of May’s perfect legs.



“And now my panties.”



Skye obeyed.



“There’s a good girl. Now, I want you to kiss my ass.”



Skye smiled nervously. “Okaaay. Can you turn around, first?”



“No. You go around me. Crawl.”



Nodding to herself, Skye got down on all fours and crawled around the standing May. Her ass was as perfect as the rest of May. Not pretty like Jemma or (Skye flattered herself) her own body, but supremely confident and powerful, carried with a lack of anxiety that Skye wished she could equal. It wouldn’t be so bad to kiss May anywhere. Not bad at all.



Then Skye noticed May’s head twisted over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering as they regarded the woman on her hands and knees. And under May’s watchful gaze, Skye kissed May’s ass, right at the edge of her hip just so May wouldn’t think she was a pervert or something.



“Again!” May ordered harshly, as if Skye had displeased her somehow. “And each time you kiss me, I want you to get closer to my asshole. Take as long as you like, but your tongue’s going in my ass before you’re done.”



Skye didn’t question it—not something May told her. Just hearing it from May, she knew it was right and good and the best thing for both of them. She got on her knees behind May and reached for that perfect ass, digging her fingers into the creamy flesh as she kissed it again.



May reached back and caught Skye’s hair in her hand, holding it like a leash but not tugging on it, not causing Skye pain as she had before. Skye took this to mean she had pleased the older woman. She kept going, running her hands over May’s smooth ass, even swiping her tongue over the silky skin.



“Mmmm…” May said approvingly. “Baby likes mommy’s ass, doesn’t she? Your tongue is so hot… so nice… I’m really gonna like it when you’re licking my asshole.”



Skye swelled with pride. She felt confidence enough to take a little leeway in May’s orders, moving to May’s other asscheek and lapping at it with the tongue that May was enjoying so much. May hummed, surprised but pleased, Skye kissing her way down and along the crease where her ass disappeared into a well-muscled thigh.



“Enjoying yourself?” May asked, and Skye moaned happily into the flesh of her ass, so sweet, so delicious. Then Skye felt a brisk slap across her face, May’s free hand striking like a serpent. “Enjoy yourself eating my ass. You’re not here for your pleasure, you’re here for mine.”



“Yes, May,” Skye apologized quickly. “Sorry, May. I’ll do better, I promise.” She spread May’s cheeks with her hand, just as May had done for her with Grant. “Look? See? Just like you said.” She kissed the small of May’s back, the subtle protuberance of her tailbone, working her lips lower as her hands massaged their fill of sweet flesh. “I love your ass, May. It’s so nice and round. So full. I just can’t wait to fuck it.”

My name is Randy. I’m 19 years old and I live at home with my Mom and my sister. My parents got divorced 10 years ago and Dad lives overseas as a civilian employee of the federal government. It’s been just me, my sister, and my Mom for 10 years.



Mom is just 37 years old and she’s really good looking for a woman her age but she only recently started dating. She hasn’t brought anyone around for us to meet . . . yet. I think she was waiting until my sister and I had both reached 18. I don’t know why that’s so important but, apparently, it means something to her.



I’m a freshman at the local junior college and my sister is a senior in high school. Her name is Lisa and, since she reached her 18th birthday, she’s been a little bit depressed. I think it’s because she doesn’t have a boyfriend.



Whatever the problem is, it’s not her looks. I think she’s hot. She’s about 5′ 2″ and probably weighs 110 pounds. She has shoulder-length light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She got our Mom’s good looks. Her face is real cute and she kinda looks like a young Kristen Bell. She’s not an athlete but her body is naturally toned. Obviously, she’s petite and her boobs are a 34A; I know because we take turns washing the laundry so I’ve seen handled plenty of her worn underwear.



Lisa has had boyfriends in the past. A few of them were serious boyfriends, like they dated for 6 months or more. I know she’s given hand jobs and blow jobs to her boyfriends; in the past few months, she started talking to me about guys and sex, like what do guys expect and are they content if they just get a hand job. I do know she had sex with the last boyfriend and that was just a few months ago. She didn’t tell me that but I overheard her talking to one of her friends about it. She said it was better than when he just felt her up and made her cum with his fingers but it wasn’t that spectacular. I don’t know how many times they did it; all I know is she’s not a virgin any more.



It was a Friday night early in November and the weather was cool but not cold. Mom had left for a date and, as she was leaving, she laughingly said, “don’t wait up for me.” I really didn’t want to hear that. Who wants to hear their Mom hinting around that she might be hooking up with some guy? Not me.



Lisa said she was going to her high school football game and she was out the door by 7:00 p.m. I hadn’t started dating since I broke up with my last girlfriend, so I figured I’d stay at home. It would give me a chance to have some private time in the hot tub. I don’t get the opportunity very often but getting in the hot tub naked and masturbating is a whole lot more enjoyable than jerking off in the shower.



It was plenty dark by 8:00 pm and I didn’t need to worry about the neighbors because of our privacy fence around the back yard, so I thought I would get an early start on my Jacuzzi jizz time. I went to my bedroom and got naked, then picked up a beach towel and headed out the back door. I put my towel on the edge of the tub and climbed in.



I sat in a corner seat that was deeper than the other seats, leaned back, and closed my eyes. I started fantasizing about my last girlfriend. Heather and I had done the deed 5 or 6 times and she had an incredible body. I don’t think she had much experience because her pussy was really tight and she never took the initiative on telling me what made her feel good. She reminded me of the joke about the girl filling out the medical history while waiting to see her gynecologist. “Q. Are you sexually active? A. No, I just lay there.” Anyway, I was trying to be patient with Heather but I think she just felt inadequate. So, she had a stupid excuse when she broke up with me. I liked her but it wasn’t like I was in love with her.



In my fantasy, I was eating her pussy and she was moaning like she was on fire, then I told her to get up so I could fuck her doggy style. There was something so hot about looking at her ass while I was fucking her pussy.



After a couple minutes of the fantasy, I was hard as a rock. I started stroking my meat, kinda easy at first but more vigorously as I kept going.



“Watcha doin’?” Lisa’s voice suddenly asked.



My eyes popped open in an instant. The hot tub light wasn’t on and it was dark so I don’t think she had a clear view of my manhood but, obviously, she knew what I had been doing. She was standing not more than 2 feet away from me.



“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “How long’ve you been standing there.”



“Just long enough to figure out that you were feeling some kinda horny since you broke up with Heather,” she replied. “But don’t let me stop what you were doing.” She snickered as if she had just scored some major coup.



“Why, are you some sorta perv that wants to watch me? You can go fuck yourself!” I retorted.



“You’re the one that’s naked jerking off in the hot tub!” she defended herself. “I saw you out here and I was just coming out to talk. How was I supposed to know you were doing yourself?”



I wasn’t really that angry at Lisa. I was mad that she had snuck up on me and taken advantage of the situation but I was more embarrassed than anything else. Sure, we had talked about sex, and I knew she wasn’t a virgin anymore, but we certainly hadn’t ever seen each other naked or done anything sexual together. It wasn’t that I hadn’t ever thought about it; after all, Lisa looks pretty hot to me. In fact, recently, when it was my turn to do the laundry, I had sniffed her panties before I put them in the washer. Maybe that sounds kinda lame for a brother to sniff his sister’s panties, but she’s hot and I was horny. I had even masturbated into a pair of her panties a few weeks ago. But, I know where to draw the line and incest wasn’t something that I ever actually contemplated.



Lisa started crying. What a chick thing to do! But . . . it worked on me. All of a sudden, I felt like the world’s biggest shithead for making my sister cry.



I turned around in my seat and got up on my knees in the seat so I could face her directly. She couldn’t see below my waist and I could hold out my arms to offer her a hug. I put my arms around her and she cried on my shoulder.



“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to yell at you, but . . . a guy really doesn’t want his sister around when he’s trying to relieve some stress, if you know what I mean, and I thought you’d be gone ’til later.”



“I’m sorry, too,” she responded. “I had a real shitty night and then, when I saw you doing that, it just kinda took control of me. I mean, I’m not a weirdo who wants to have sex with her brother, but . . . you’re a guy . . . in fact a pretty good looking guy, and it’s been a while so . . . I understand stress, but I can’t relieve my stress like you can. And, watching you was getting me so hot that I just couldn’t make myself turn and walk away.”



A few more minutes of conversation revealed that she was upset because all of her friends were at the game with their boyfriends and they were going to parties later and she was all alone.



“So, I’m curious about what you mean about you can’t relieve your stress like I do? Do you mean that you haven’t ever . . .?”



“No, of course I’ve tried. It just . . . nothing ever happens. I mean, it feels good, but no, uh . . . you know what I mean. Anyway, it’s not like I’m frigid or something, I mean, the fireworks go off when I’m with a guy, but not when I’m alone. And . . . I can’t believe that I just told you that.”



“Have you ever tried it in the hot tub? I’ve only done it a couple of times but, it’s pretty intense for me. You know, if you turn on the jets, I’m sure there’s one of them that would rub you the right way.”



“I’m so fuckin’ horny, I need something,” she said exasperatedly. “Why don’t you get out and go inside and, if you promise not to peak, maybe I’ll try it.”



“Yeah, well, I never really finished what I had started so, if you don’t mind . . .,” I reminded her, hoping that she would leave me alone for a few minutes. We looked at each other in silence for a few moments.



“I have a confession,” Lisa offered. “I’ve always wanted to watch a guy get himself off, I mean I think it would be totally hot. So . . . go ahead! Don’t pay any attention to me.”



“Not so easy. You’ve already watched me. I’m not doin’ nothing unless you’re in here doin’ it, too! Go ahead, get naked and get in here and let me watch you.”



Lisa has never been one to back down from a dare and I think that is how she perceived my comments. She began to unbutton her blouse and it was quickly removed. Next, she unsnapped and unzipped her pants and they fell to the ground as she wiggled her hips.



Lisa was standing before me in just her bra and panties. She had her hands up over her chest, trying to cover her boobs.



“What are you trying to hide?” I asked.



“Well, I’m kinda self-conscious about having, you know, uh . . . well, I guess it’s obvious I’ve got small boobs,” she explained.



“So you think a guy doesn’t wanna see your boobs because they’re not real big? I don’t know where girls get that idea. Here’s a news flash for you: not all guys like big boobs. Yeah, some guys, that’s all they talk about but, most guys, give ‘em a nipple to suck on and they’re in heaven, doesn’t matter whether it’s a big boob or a little boob. Personally, I like cute little boobs and . . . if you weren’t my sister . . ..”



“If I wasn’t your sister, then what?” Lisa demanded in a somewhat seductive voice.



“Put your nipples somewhere close to my mouth and you’ll find out. I think you’re beautiful, you and your little boobs. Especially your little boobies!” I responded with a grin. “I’d love to suck on your titties!”



“Really?” she asked.



“Yeah, really!” I was feeling rather exasperated with her stupid questions. Lisa is such a pretty girl and it was almost like she was fishing for compliments. “If I had a girlfriend who looked like you, I’d stay so fuckin’ horny that I’d wanna fuck you twice a day in every hole. . . . There, are you happy? Now you know!”



“Randy, I didn’t know, and . . . I don’t know what to say. I’m flattered, like really, really, really flattered, because I think you’re a hot guy and . . . if you weren’t my brother, I’d let you fuck me twice a day in every hole!” She smiled as she made the last comment and I started laughing.



“Well, it’s too bad we’re related. Just my fuckin’ luck!” I complained. “And, by the way, you’re not the only one with any insecurities. I’m not exactly hung like a horse. My dick’s only 5½ inches long and I hear that girls really like guys with big dicks. So . . . you show me your little boobs and I’ll show you my little dick.” I turned on the hot tub light and then stood up on the floor of the hot tub, exposing my manliness to Lisa.



She stared at it for about 10 seconds. “It looks perfect to me,” she said. “I’ve heard some girls talk about guys with big units but, frankly, I’d be scared of a guy that had more than 6 inches. And, well, I’ve only done it with one guy and he definitely wasn’t hung like a horse, either, but as soon as he had 2 inches inside of me, he was hitting the right spot, so . . . I think anything more than 6 inches would be a waste. In fact, you look just perfect to me. I’d like to feel something like that inside me, but . . . well, we can’t have sex but we’re both horny and you’re already naked and hard and I’m wet and almost naked and I need to cum so bad it hurts, so . . . if you wanna watch, let’s do it!” she said.



As soon as she finished that statement, she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. She let it fall to the ground and I was treated to the sight of her naked breasts. They were small, of course, because her bra size is 34A, but they were perfect. They stood straight out from her chest and were capped with areolae the size of quarters and nipples that looked like little pencil erasers. Her nipples were hard and I guessed that it wasn’t just the cool air that had her hard.



“They’re beautiful,” I said, then I paused before I continued “and so hard. Does that mean you’re kinda aroused?”



“Yeah, I’m looking at a hot naked guy, I’m almost naked, and I’m wet without even being in the hot tub yet, so what do you think?”



“I think you should drop your panties and get in the hot tub!” I replied.



She put her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and quickly slid them down below her knees. From there, they fell to the ground and she stepped out of them. Her pussy looked perfect. She didn’t have those protruding inner lips like a lot of girls have. All I could see was a simple slit with thin lips that got just a little bit bigger at the top of her pussy. She had shaved all of her pubic hair and her pussy was as bald as a newborn baby’s.



She climbed into the hot tub and settled into a seat.



“I can’t believe that I’m doing this,” she said.



“Me either, but there’s no backing out now. So, you already watched me some, so you start first,” I suggested. The hot tub light was still on and the jets weren’t running so I could see Lisa’s naked body and, of course, she could see mine.



“Yeah, well it still feels kinda weird with you watchin’,” she explained.



“Well, just close your eyes and I’ll be quiet and you can pretend that you’re alone,” I offered.



Lisa closed her eyes and laid her head back against a cushion in the corner seat. She brought her left hand up to her right boob and started playing with her nipple. I could see her right hand lowering down between her legs and the tip of her middle finger came to rest on her clit, or where I assumed her clit would be. She started moving her fingertip in circles.



“This feels good,” she said quietly.



She moved her feet from the floor of the hot tub up to the seat so that her crotch was fully exposed and wide open to my view. I’ve never seen anything go hot in my entire life. After a minute, she started pushing her middle finger inside her pussy, like she was trying to reach her G-spot.



“You look so fuckin’ hot,” I said. “If you weren’t my sister, I’d stick my dick in your pussy and fuck it ’til we both came.”



“Mmmmm. That sounds nice,” she said, “especially ’cause I don’t think this is gonna work. It’s just so different when it’s somebody else’s hand. Do you think you could . . .?”



“Stick my dick in your pussy?” I said as I finished her sentence.



“No, silly, could you give me a hand?” she finished.



I raised both hands and started applauding.



“Very fucking funny!” she said. “Now, get over here and give me your hand.”



I moved so that I could kneel in front of her. I placed both hands on the inside of her knees and slowly moved them towards her pussy. As my hands reached their destination, I raised my left hand until I found her boob. I took her nipple between my thumb and index finger and started rolling it back and forth.



Meanwhile, my right middle finger was moving up and down her slit, going over the slight protrusion that I knew was her clit. Each time that I found the magic button, I felt a wave of tension run through her body.



I know that some girls really get off on dirty talk. I had a feeling that Lisa might be one of those girls.



“If you weren’t my sister, I’d beg you to lick me and suck me and take me in your mouth and swallow my cum. I’d get between your legs and push my dick in your pussy and fuck you as hard as I could. And when your pussy couldn’t take any more, I’d roll you over and play with your other hole ’til you begged me to fuck you back there. I wanna cum in you so bad. I’ve never wanted anybody so much in my entire life!” I hoped that the dirty talk would help her to cum but everything I was saying was true.



I plunged my finger into her pussy and finger-fucked her cunt. She started moaning, “Oh . . . oh . . . oh.” The harder I finger-fucked her pussy, the louder her moaning became. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she cried.



My middle finger was deep in her cunt and my index finger was resting on her ass cheek. I started sliding my index finger towards her middle and soon my finger fell into her crack and I felt the puckered ridges of her anus.



“I’ve never . . . oh, fuck . . . you’re so nasty . . . don’t stop!” she panted in apparent delirium.



I leaned forward until my lips were just a few inches from hers. “Lisa, I want to cum inside you!” I declared. I then closed the gap until my lips touched hers. “I love you, Lisa!” This was the last thing I said before my tongue started probing her mouth. That is what sent her over the edge.



“Oh fuck . . . I’m cumming . . . cumming . . . so hard!”



As she came, her body tensed in waves. She placed her arms around my neck and hugged me, pulling my naked body against hers. Her hard nipples poked my chest. Her naked body was beautiful and I felt so proud to be the one who brought her sexual relief.



“Oh fuck,” she finally gasped. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life. That was so damned nasty . . . but so incredibly good. I’ve never had anybody touch me back there before. Holy fuck!”



“I’m glad you had a fine time,” I responded. “I hope you feel up to returning the favor.”



“You bet I do,” she answered. “How would you like to cum?”



“What do ya mean?” I asked.



“Well, you know, I heard what you said and I’d love to feel you in my, you know, vagina, but . . . it would probably feel great, but it might be a little weird, so . . . other than that one place, where else on, or in, my body would you like to cum?”



“I’m sure any of those places would feel great and . . . well, I only had anal sex once but that might be weird to do that the first time for you and me, so . . . how ’bout in your mouth?” I suggested.



“I don’t know if I’m very good at it but I kinda like doin’ it, especially in a 69, but that would be kinda difficult in the hot tub, so . . ..”



I interrupted her. “We don’t have to finish this in the hot tub. We can go in to my bedroom if you want to.”



“I’d love to!” was her immediate reply. She quickly stood and I watched as sheets of water cascaded down her nubile young form. No movie star had ever exuded more raw sex appeal than did my naked sister at that moment.



Despite everything that had been said so far, I really, really wanted to be inside Lisa. It wasn’t just about sex. In the closeness of what we had already shared this evening, I had started to realize that my feelings for her were more than just lust and more than just brother-sister affection. I wanted to look into her eyes as I filled her with my cum and I wanted to feel her nipples against my chest as she experienced the bliss of a shared orgasm. I wanted to know that I was the one she wanted.



She gathered up her clothes, I grabbed my towel, and we ran inside. We grabbed some more towels to dry off and then went to my bedroom. I have a queen size bed in my room and I had always thought of it as just a nice place to sleep. Now, it was the part of heaven upon which I hoped to make love with Lisa.



I intentionally left the lights on. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her naked body as I brought her to another orgasm. I flopped down, laying on my back with my legs hanging over the side of the bed.



Without any further prompting, Lisa dropped to her knees by the side of the bed. She kissed my left inner thigh and then my right inner thigh. She raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I was already hard, of course, but the feel of her touch gave me an insistent feeling that this couldn’t stop until I ejaculated.



Next, I felt her tongue on the underside of my dick, first moving upward and then downward, followed my lapping licks of my balls. Then she licked up my shaft until her tongue was on the underside of my dickhead. I looked down as the end of my rod disappeared between her lips.



She began licking and sucking at the same time as she moved her lips up and down the last 2 inches of my dick. I couldn’t believe that my dick was in Lisa’s mouth. It felt so insanely hot that I knew I wouldn’t last very long.

Chapter 2: Ana Takes the Plunge



That night Ana lay awake, unable to sleep. She was scared, scared of what she was becoming.



Since first witnessing the Harris family making love a week ago, Ana thought of almost nothing but sex. She enjoyed sex and had no problems or hang ups about it, but it didn’t consume her life. And over the course of this past week that’s what sex had been doing to her. She thought about it constantly. She patrolled the house, hoping to catch the Harrises going at it. Watching television in her room, she found that she wasn’t paying attention to what was on the tube, but was thinking about sex.



She figured that there were three ways this would play out. One, she would turn into a sex-addled maniac. Two, she would come out of this hyper-sexed state and return to normal once the novelty wore off. Or three, she would have to quit her job.



She didn’t want to quit. Not only was the money great and the work light, but she liked the Harrises. It wasn’t just the sex; they were nice people and good bosses. Not stuck up or condescending like so many of the rich people whose homes she had cleaned.



Then she thought that maybe her problem was that watching all that sex was getting her worked up, but she wasn’t getting the right kind of release. Masturbation was fine, but it wasn’t the same thing as flesh on flesh, that surrendering of control to another person. When she touched herself, she was in control, able to bring herself to orgasm or prolong it as she wished. But with another person, you were never in total control, and that made all the difference. It wasn’t planned or mechanical; it was uncertain and very human. That made it more exciting.



But she knew that she couldn’t very well just dive into bed with all five Harrises. That would be too much too quickly. She wouldn’t know what to do, and while that dom-sub play was fun to watch, she wasn’t sure if she’d enjoy actually doing it, like that time her boyfriend and she had tried anal sex. Sometimes the idea of doing something is more enjoyable than actually doing it, especially when you don’t know how to do it right.



So no group sex and no dom-sub stuff, at least not to start. Maybe she could invite Tanya back to her bedroom. The cook had all but said that was willing to sleep with her, and it wouldn’t be like fucking the boss. But she didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring a woman. And face it, while she was open to the idea of sex with a woman, she wasn’t naturally inclined in that direction. She was firmly in the attracted-to-men camp. So no Tanya. And that also meant she wouldn’t be hitting on Mrs. Harris or Amanda, at least not at first.



That left Mr. H and Ryan. Both were hot. But Mr. H was the boss and married, and despite all that she had seen there was still the irrational notion floating around her brain that she would get fired if she fucked the boss. Ryan was closer in age—his eighteen to her twenty-seven—unattached, and less intimidating.



So she resolved to pay a visit to Ryan’s room the next night. And with that, she drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of being fucked by a couple of manly Harris studs.



* * *



The next day the Harrises were all out, so Ana had the house to herself. Tanya was there, and they chatted a bit over coffee, but Ana couldn’t bring herself to tell the cook of her resolution. What if she chickened out and couldn’t go through with it? Eventually, though, Tanya needed to go grocery shopping and begin to prepare dinner, so Ana left her alone. She tried to watch television in her room, but found she wasn’t paying attention.



What was wrong with her? It was just sex with a guy. She hadn’t been this worked up over sex since high school. She wandered the house again, and found that Ryan had just returned. He was walking down the hall to his bedroom when Ana saw him.



Ana almost let him pass before saying anything.



“Ryan?”



“Yeah.”



“I was wondering…” She found she just couldn’t say it.



“What is it, Ana?” asked Michael when it was clear that she wasn’t going to speak.



“I was wondering if you, if you wanted to sleep with me.”



“Oh, yeah. Of course. I’ve wanted to sleep with you since I first saw you. I would have asked, except Mom said to let you join us in your own time.”



A wave of relief swept over Ana. “Well come on, then. Let’s go back to my room,” she said, taking his hand and leading him back to her apartment. Ryan followed happily.



Once in the apartment, she closed the door and leaned against it. She didn’t think any of the other family members would come into her room, but she didn’t want to give the appearance of inviting them in. For this first time she wanted it to just be Ryan.



She looked into Ryan’s eyes, and the boy took the hint. He leaned in, and they began kissing. It was almost chaste at first, just a brushing of their lips together. Then he pressed a bit more firmly, and she opened her lips just a bit. His tongue swept across her lips, not quite entering her mouth. Then unable to stand the teasing anymore, Ana grabbed his head and pulled him hard into her, plunging her own tongue into his mouth and wrapping one leg around his body, pinning herself between the door and his body.



Ryan’s mouth was sweet, and he was a good kisser. As they kissed, Ana could feel him growing hard against her belly.



She broke the kiss, pushed him away, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Again Ryan took the hint and enthusiastically shed his clothes. As soon as the two were naked, Ana threw herself into Ryan’s arms. He swept her up, carried her into the bedroom, and deposited her on the bed, throwing himself down next to her.



From there the pair took it more slowly. They started kissing again, more gently but still insistently, as their hands explored each other’s body. Ana shivered at the feel of his hard body. It was so good to feel a naked man next to her. It had been weeks. She let the back of her hand brush against his semi-hard cock. Then she took it in hand, and gently started to rub it into hardness. It grew to full length, almost eight inches and nicely thick. His mother was right, this was indeed a very nice cock.



For his part, Ryan ran his hands over her breasts, circling the nipples with his finger. That felt delightful to Ana. Then his hand drifted south, gently caressing her belly before finding its way to her sex, which was already glistening with a hint of wetness.



The pair stayed locked in embrace. Ryan broke the kiss for a while to suck on Ana’s nipples, before returning his attention to her mouth. Ana did the same for him, noticing that he shivered as she flicked her tongue across his nipples. Evidently, he liked it.



The eighteen-year-old’s inexperience, or perhaps it was his experience as a sub to his mom and sister, showed. He didn’t move to the next level. Ana was used to the guy taking charge during sex, but she suddenly realized that she was almost ten years older than the boy and that she would have to take the initiative. She already had his cock in her hand, so she positioned it at the opening to her vagina, rubbing the head back and forth along her lips to lubricate it with her juices. Ryan took the hint and pushed forward, entering her.



Ana gasped. She wasn’t used to anything this big. The teen stopped, fearing that he had hurt her.



He hadn’t. Ana grabbed his buttocks and pressed him closer, forcing him further inside. He slipped into her sheath fully, down to the hilt. Ana marveled at the fullness. Just having him all the way inside her was a pleasure. Then he started sliding in and out, and Ana experienced a pleasure that she had never felt before. Ryan’s cock wasn’t so big that it was uncomfortable having him inside her, but it was big enough that it stimulated her clit with each stroke. No other man she had been with had done that for her. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and let him rock her to orgasm. It was a pleasant journey that took a while, but the pleasure slowly mounted with each stroke until after some ten minutes she could take it no longer. Pleasure like burning fire stabbed through her with every stroke, then she went over the edge.



The pain of the pleasure became unbearable. She shoved Ryan away from her, unable to be touched down there, and convulsed as her orgasm rocked her. Usually Ana liked to touch herself throughout the orgasm, maintaining the stimulation until she was done, but she couldn’t touch herself now. She tried to touch her nipples, but they were too sensitive as well, as if a wire ran from her clit to her nipples and then straight into the reptilian pleasure-center of her brain.



When she was through convulsing, Ana thought about climbing on top of him and riding him to his climax, but she was still too sensitive. So she slipped down and took his cock into her mouth. She was a bit worried that she wouldn’t be able to get much into her mouth, but was surprised that she could get about two thirds of him in. She thought about pushing it further, but then thought that gagging on the first blowjob probably wasn’t wise.



She pulled back, flicking tongue around the head and around the ring of his retracted foreskin, then dove back down, taking him as deeply as she could. That was all that Ryan could take.



“I’m coming,” he said.



It was nice that he gave her warning, thought Ana, but she didn’t mind the taste of spunk and persisted in her sucking, and a moment later her mouth was filled with salty goo. At that she started to gag a little and had to withdraw. Spilling cum all over his cock and shaved pelvis, which she then promptly vacuumed up with her lips and tongue. It tasted good, salty and clean.



The pair lay there cuddling, not speaking, with Ana’s hand still on Ryan’s penis, slowing coaxing it back to life.



Ana was enjoying just being held and could have lain there like that for hours, but the boy’s cock began stirring. Young men were amazing, the rebound was so quick. She flipped herself around, pushed his foreskin back, and began sucking him again.



Ryan began to push her legs apart, so she positioned herself on top of him in a sixty-nine, and he began licking her pussy. He was quite good at it. His mother and sister had taught him well. He sucked on her clit for several minutes, before switching to plunging his tongue into her vagina and sucking on her lips, and then moving to flicking and swirling his tongue around her clit. Each time he kept at it long enough for Ana to really enjoy the sensation and start to build toward orgasm, switching before it became monotonous or she went over the falls.



She began to emulate him, taking the head and upper shaft of his cock into her mouth for a few minutes, before switching to licking the underside, and then taking his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. Ryan grew rock hard, and if it were possible, even bigger.



Eventually Ana decided that she needed him inside her again. In the past, she would have opted for cunnilingus over intercourse any day of the week. But the sensation of that large cock inside her was too new and too tempting. She slipped off Ryan and got on her hands and knees. Ryan may have been reluctant to take the initiative, but he was no fool. He got the hint and entered her from behind.



He filled her with one, slow thrust. It felt so good. In keeping with the tone of the session so far, he thrust back and forth slowly, gently. But Ana needed and wanted more.



“Faster. Take me hard,” she ordered him.



He complied immediately, picking up the pace and slamming her hard. God, that felt really good! She had to dig her fingers into the mattress to keep from being pushed off the bed.



Her first orgasm came rather quickly. Then there was a lull where she just enjoyed the pleasure of his pounding, then the second and possibly a third orgasm. She wasn’t sure if it was two or just one extended one. Not that it mattered. Then as she came down from the heights, she felt Ryan stiffen and groan as he came inside her.



They collapsed next to each other, both sweaty messes.



“That was great,” said Ryan. “I’m so glad you finally decided to join in the fun, and especially glad you started with me.”



“Frankly, I was really nervous; I still am. I’ve never done anything like this before.”



“It didn’t seem like your first time,” he said smiling.



“You know what I mean. I’ve had plenty of sex before, but never anything kinky like you and your family are into. I picked you for my introduction because, in addition to being good looking and having a nice, big cock, you were the least intimidating. Your dad is my boss, and I’ve never been with a woman before. Besides, your mother and sister seem rather … aggressive.”



“Yeah, they’re really into the dom thing, but don’t let that fool you. They’re very considerate. They won’t push you into anything you don’t want to do.”



“How long have you and your family been having sex together?” She finally got the burning question out there.



“Amanda and I have been going at it for years. Pretty much as soon as I figured out that I liked girls.”



“I mean most brothers and sisters don’t do it with each other.”



“Yeah, I guess it was growing up in this house. Mom and Dad have always been real casual about sex and nudity. They’re not nudists or anything, but being naked was never a big deal around here. I mean, it’s not like they were having sex in front of us when we were little, but we were always seeing them naked, and I’ve always known they were swingers. Even before I really knew what sex was, I knew they were having fun in their bedroom with friends. And Amanda and I knew what was going on back home whenever they shipped us off to a friend’s house for a weekend so they could have a sex party.”



“Wow. That must have been a wild childhood.”



“Not really. We didn’t know anything different. And when I was thirteen, Amanda and I started having sex. We knew we weren’t supposed to, that incest was bad, and we thought we kept it hidden from Mom and Dad, but of course they knew, almost from the start. But they never said anything. Turns out that Mom had been having sex with her brother since she was a teenager. She still does.”



“Oh my God!”



“Yeah. My aunt and uncle and cousins and us are one big sex family. You’ll meet them.”



“Wow. So when did you start having sex with your mom and dad?”



“That’s actually pretty recent. They waited until I turned eighteen. They started with Amanda when she turned eighteen, but kept that a secret from me for an entire year. I should have figured it out, but I didn’t.”



“So on your eighteenth birthday they just grabbed you and took you into the dungeon?”



“Sort of, although the dungeon is new. It used to just be a regular basement. It was a couple of days after my birthday when Mom came into my room. She was just wearing a robe, which wasn’t unusual, that’s how she usually dresses when she’s just hanging around the house, and she said she wanted to talk and told me that she knew what Amanda and I had been doing.”



“You must have been terrified.”



“Yeah, I thought we were totally busted, but then she told me that her and Dad had known about it for years and that she had fucked her brother, so it was okay. We weren’t in any trouble. Then she just put her hand on my crotch and said that it was something that boys and their moms could do too.”



“You must have been floored. Was it a fantasy come true?”



“Yeah, I didn’t know what to say. I said something; I don’t remember what. I’d never really fantasized about it. I mean, I’d wondered what it would be like to fuck Mom, especially after I’d started fucking Amanda, but it wasn’t like a fantasy of mine or anything like that.



“Anyway, she just started to unfasten my pants and took my dick out and started giving me a blowjob. I blew my load like right away. She just swallowed it and said that if I wanted more, to stop by her bedroom that night. Then she left.”



“What a way to leave an eighteen-year-old boy hanging,” said Ana.



“Don’t I know it. I couldn’t do a fucking thing the rest of the day. It’s all I could think about. I was so horny.”



“I’ll bet,” she said, turning and snuggling up to him. “So what happened that night.”



“I waited around until I was pretty sure that Mom was in her room, then I took a shower, put on a robe and went to her room.”



“Were you wearing anything else?”



“No. I could hear the shower running in the master bath, so just opened the door. Then I realized that Dad was in there too. Mom was in the shower, but he was just laying on the bed watching a porno on the TV with the sound turned down. I’d forgotten all about him.”



“You must have been freaked out.”



“Majorly. But he just said that Mom would be out in a few minutes, and that I could just get on the bed with him. I realized that he must know, but it was weird. We didn’t really say much. We just lay there watching the porno. After a couple of minutes I heard the water turn off and a little later both Mom and Amanda came out of the bathroom, naked. They were giggling and still drying themselves.”



“All four of you. That must have been a surprise to see Amanda there.”



“Yeah, but instantly I felt better. It all fell into place, and I figured out that it was all cool. Mom said that now I was here, we could begin. Mom and Amanda hopped on the bed and started giving Dad and me blowjobs, Mom with me and Amanda with Dad. Then we ended up fucking every which way. I don’t know how many times I came, but we didn’t quit until two or three in the morning.”



“Did you and your Dad fuck too?”



“Not that night. Later that week he sat down with me and told me he was bisexual, and if I wanted, the two of us could fool around. But he said that same-sex stuff was different for guys than for girls, and if I didn’t want to that was fine.”



“Are you bisexual?”



“I dunno. Maybe. I’m not really into guys, but if something happens, I’m cool with it. It can be fun, but I’m not like Dad. He’s into both guys and girls, and he’s got some guy friends he has sex with on his own. But the two of us don’t fuck, not unless it’s part of a group sex thing.”



“Do you like it when fucks you in the ass?”



“Yeah,” he smiled as he said that. “It feels really good. I liked to be pegged too. Amanda is really good at that. She’s death with a strap-on. Better than Mom. You should try it with her.”



“I dunno. The one time I tried anal, it kind of hurt.”



“Had the guy ever done it before?”



“No. We were both totally new at it.”



“That’s where you went wrong. We could try it, but I’m still kind of new at giving anal. And Dad’s kind of big for a first time, so you should ask Mom or Amanda. Especially Amanda. Just tell her that you’re an anal virgin, and she’ll treat you right. It won’t hurt at all, that is unless you want it to.”



“I’m not really into pain.”



“Are you a dom?”



“I don’t know. That’s the kind of thing I’ve never tried. I wouldn’t know how to be a dom. I might like it though, so long as it’s not painful. I do like rough sex, but I draw the line at actual pain.” Ana found Ryan really easy to talk to. He seemed eager to talk about it too. He probably didn’t have any opportunity to talk to anyone about this.



“That’s cool. You’ll figure it out. Just be sure to tell Mom that you don’t want pain. Dad is a sub, and Amanda is more into psychological dominance. But Mom has a sadistic streak, but she won’t do anything you don’t want, so don’t worry about that so long as she knows your limits.”



“This is all so new to me. It’s kind of intimidating.”



“I’ll tell you a secret. You know how Mom seems so self-assured, dominant, and in control?”



“Yeah. I’ve noticed.”



“The other night when you watched us, we were snuggling after sex, kind of like you and I are doing now. Anyway, she told me that she was terrified of you.”

“Of me?”



“Yeah. She didn’t know how you would react to all this. She and Dad are nervous as all get out. They’ve never brought someone into the games like this. I mean, Tanya has been here forever, since back when it was all behind closed doors. And with new friends, they get to audition them and work them into games bit by bit. But hiring a live-in was a big step. You have no idea how many people Mom interviewed, and still she was sweating bullets with you.”



“I had no idea.”



“Don’t tell her I told you that. Just know that you’re not the only one a little scared at all this.”



Ana leaned over and kissed the boy again.



“Go tell your mother what we’ve done,” she said, taking a hint from what Amanda told her dad the other day. “Tell her that she, Amanda, and your dad can take me anytime they want, but that I’m still a bit nervous about it, so they should be gentle.”



With that, she got up and went into the shower.



* * *



The next morning Ana was having a cup of coffee with Tanya in the kitchen when she told her about sleeping with Ryan.



“Don’t you just love a big dick?” said Tanya, smiling. “Michael’s is even bigger.”



“Yeah, I’ve seen it.”



“But you’ve got to feel it inside you, it’s just wonderful.”



At that moment Mrs. Harris breezed through the kitchen, evidently in a hurry to get somewhere.



“Tanya, have you seen the keys to the Benz?”



“They’re on the hook,” said Tanya, glancing over to the wall where the keys to the various cars the family owned hung.



“Oh, yes. Right where they should be. I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached.” Then she noticed Ana. “What are you girls talking about?”



“Your husband’s dick,” said Tanya. Ana blushed.



“Oh, my favorite topic,” said Mrs. Harris. “I wish I had time to compare notes with you. But Ana, I’m glad I caught you before I went out for the day. I’ll be back about four, and I’d like to talk to you then.”



“Okay, Mrs. H. I’ll be here,” replied Ana somewhat nervously.



“Don’t worry. It’s all good. See you then.” And she breezed out the door that led to the garage.



“That could be ominous,” said Ana.



“She’s probably just going to have the talk with you.”



“The talk?”



“Yeah, Susan likes to talk about sex with someone before she sleeps with them. She’ll go over what you like and dislike, what turns you on, what your absolute no-noes are. If you’re into S&M or bondage, she’ll discuss a safe word. That kind of thing. It’s a pretty smart idea, but I think she does it to maintain control, or at least the illusion that she can control things.”



“She doesn’t get jealous of women sleeping with her husband?”



“I’ve never seen it. You have to understand, she and Michael are absolutely devoted to one another. To them, sex with others is just rubbing bodies together. Don’t get me wrong. They genuinely like the people they take into their bed, and some, like Ryan and Amanda, they love. But no one is ever going to get between the two of them. They are soul mates. With them it’s true love.”



“I’m not sure I could do that,” said Ana. “I get having sex with someone you don’t love; I’ve done it often enough. But I’m not sure I could share someone I genuinely loved.”



“I know I can’t,” said Tanya. “If I ever got married, I’d have to quit this job.”



Despite Tanya’s assurance, Ana was nervous about the meeting with Mrs. H. But she needn’t have been. They sat down over coffee and Mrs. H. just dove into the topic.



“Ana, since you’ve decided to join in on our little games, I’d like to get to know you a little better, to find out what your turn-ons and turn-offs are, that kind of thing. We don’t want to overstep any boundaries.”



“I understand.”



“First, don’t worry about me getting jealous. I don’t. You can fuck my husband until the cows come home, and I won’t care as long as it’s all out in the open. The only rule that Michael and I have is that there are no secrets between us.”



“That’s what Tanya said, but I’m still a little nervous about it.”



“Of course. After a while that will go away.”



“Now I know you’re into guys, and I assume that you want to fuck my husband too. But are you into women as well?”



“I’ve never been with a woman. I think I’d enjoy it, but I’ve never fantasized about it or anything like that.”



“Would you like to explore that side of your sexuality?”



“I’d like to try it. I’m pretty much game for trying anything.”



“Except pain. Ryan told me that you’re not into pain.”



“I’ve never done any kind of S&M, so I don’t really know. But I don’t think I’d like it.”



“That’s fair. Do you think you’d like to inflict pain? Do you like to slap your partners? A lot of people are uncomfortable about inflicting pain.”



“I’ve never done that. I don’t know.”



“Okay, we’ll leave the hardcore S&M off the table, at least for now. If down the road you think you want to explore that aspect of your sexuality, we can take it slow.”



“Michael and I are both entirely bisexual, as is Amanda,” continued Susan. “We get turned on by both sexes. Ryan is like you. He’s into the opposite sex, but he is, I guess you would call it heteroflexible. He’ll fuck a guy if the moment is right. Ryan also said that you’re not very experienced with anal.”



“I tried it once with a boyfriend, but we didn’t know what we were doing. It hurt. I’ve never tried it since.”



“Would you like to try it again?”



“Do you enjoy it?”



“Yes, I love it. It’s a very different sensation than being fucked in the vagina. I understand it’s different, more enjoyable, for guys because they have a prostate, but us girls can enjoy it too. You don’t cum like you do from clitoral stimulation, but the feeling of having your ass penetrated and filled is powerful. Do you like the feeling of a man inside your vagina? Not just having someone play with your clit, but having him fill you up?”



“Oh, yes. My last boyfriend, he was a total shit, except he and I had this chemistry in bed. Sometimes he would just keep his dick inside me, not moving. That alone made me cum sometimes.”



“Then you’ll probably enjoy anal, just like me. We’ll leave it off the table at first, and when you’re ready just let us know.”



“Ryan said that Amanda was really good at giving anal.”



“She is, and she’d be happy to take you aside and show you how to do it right. Just ask her. Now, you’re not into pain, but do you like rough sex? Hair pulling? Spitting?”



“Yes. I love being taken by a guy, being thrown about or held down. I’ve never had my hair pulled or been spit on. I guess I’m pretty inexperienced.”



“Not at all. This is pretty advanced stuff. Most people have never done anything except oral and vaginal intercourse. You’re a pretty adventurous girl. Don’t worry about that. And all these things I’m bringing up, you don’t have to do them. If you try something, and it doesn’t do anything for you, we don’t have to do it again. If it turns out that all you really want is vanilla, heterosexual sex that’s fine. Michael and Ryan will be more than happy to fuck you vanilla. Where were we? Oh, hair pulling and spitting. Hair pulling, if done right, doesn’t hurt. It’s a way to control your partner. Spitting is a dominance thing too. We can try it when we get rough, and if you don’t like it just say something and we’ll stop. Have you ever done any bondage?”



“No. I’ve had boyfriends hold me down so I couldn’t move, but I’ve never been tied up. And I wouldn’t know how to tie someone up.”



“Did you enjoy being held down?”



“Yes.”



“Then we can try some bondage. Light at first. Just tying your arms to the headboard or maybe handcuffs. None of us Harrises are really into hardcore rope play, but we’ve got a friend who is a master at devising ingenious ways to tie people up. So if you like the light bondage, you’ll have the opportunity to progress further if you want to. Now Ryan said that you didn’t know if you were a dom or a sub.”



“I don’t. I’ve never done any dom-sub play.”



“But from your answers, I’m guessing that you have a submissive streak.”



“That’s probably right.”



“Good. You should know that the men here are also submissive. So it will be good to have a female sub to play with. Amanda and I are both definitely doms. But don’t worry. We both enjoy vanilla sex too and we bottom when the situation calls for it. And the guys will be happy to throw you around and pound you hard when you want it.”



Ana smiled at that.



“Now, the only thing left to ask is, do you want to have sex with my husband, and maybe with me?”



“Very much.”



Mrs. Harris smiled. “Would tonight be too soon?”



“No, tonight would be perfect.”



“Alright then. Why don’t you come by our bedroom at, say, nine.”



“I’ll do that,” said Ana with a slight hesitation in her voice.



“And this time, come into the room instead of just watching from the door.”



* * *



If Ana had been nervous leading up to the afternoon interview, the wait until nine o’clock was excruciating. She felt a gnawing in the pit of her stomach, and the delay made her perpetually wet between her legs, to the point where she began to wonder if she would have any lubrication left by the time the appointed hour rolled around. She realized that Mrs. Harris had pulled the same tactic on her as she had on her son the first time they had sex. She had been reduced to a nervous wreck. It really was a subtle and very effective domination and control technique.



Ana didn’t know what to wear. It wasn’t a date exactly. They weren’t going out anywhere, so putting on a nice outfit seemed wrong. She could go naked, but she wasn’t confident enough for that. She could show up in her underwear, some sexy lingerie. That might work. But in the end she decide to simply wear a robe. That’s what she’d seen Mrs. Harris wear when heading to or from the dungeon, so following her lead seemed right.



As the hour approached, Ana showered. She debated whether to put on a touch of perfume, then decided not to. She figured there would be lots of sweat and other fluids, and simply being clean would be enough. She did put on some lipstick and a dash of blush, though. Then she slipped on her robe and walked to the master bedroom.



The door was ajar. Should she knock? She thought about just slipping into the room, but that might be pushing it. She decided to compromise, gave a light knock and walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Michael and Susan were on the bed. She figured that since she was going to sleep with them, she should toss out formalities and think of them by their first names. Michael was naked, Susan wearing a robe, but which had been thrown open. She was slowly stroking him and he was running his hand along the side of her left breast.



But when she came into the room, Michael stood up and walked over to her. He kissed her lightly on the lips.



“We’re so glad you decided to join us,” he said.



Then he took her by the hand and led her to the bed. He reached up and slipped the robe off of Ana’s shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then grabbing her around the waist he forcefully, but not roughly, pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply. He was a good kisser, and she could feel his cock hard against her belly.



When they finally broke the kiss, Susan spoke, “Isn’t he a good kisser?”



“Yes, yes he is.”



Susan stood up and came up behind the maid. Kissing her on the shoulder she said, “If you don’t mind, I’m going to play your usual role and just watch and masturbate. I want to turn the tables on you. Is that okay.”



“Yes.”



“If the mood strikes, you and I might play together later on, but Michael and I think you might be more comfortable just with him. At least to start.” Then she moved away and stretched out on a day bed on the other side of the large bedroom.



Ana turned back to Michael and leaned in to kiss him. His hands moved down her back, cupping her buttocks and pulling her even closer to him. After about a minute they broke the kiss and Michael bent down, taking her left breast into her mouth, circling her nipple with his tongue. Her nipples had always been especially sensitive, and Ana closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. All too soon though he stopped, kissed her again lightly. Then she did the same for him, leaning down and taking first one, then the other nipple in her mouth. She gave each one a light bite, just a nip, more pressure than pain.



She dropped to her knees and was confronted with that magnificent cock of his. It was the first time she’d seen it up close. It was at least nine inches and nicely thick, bigger than his son’s and circumcised. Right now it was standing at full attention, in all its glory. She grasped the shaft with her right hand and found that her fingers would not go all the way around it. A cock like this might ruin her, and she thought there was no way that she would ever take something this big in her ass.



Ana brought her left hand into play and began slowly stroking the shaft two-handed. She then leaned in and took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Gradually she worked her way down the shaft, eventually getting about half its length in her mouth before she gagged. Deep-throat had never been one of her skills, but she was surprised she could get this much into her mouth.



She continued to orally pleasure her boss, pushing his cock against his belly so she could lick the underside and take his balls into her mouth. She realized that it was nice that he kept his pubic hair closely trimmed. Ball sucking was much nicer without stray hairs getting in the way.



She felt a tugging at her shoulders and realized Michael was trying to get her to stand up. She reluctantly let go of that cock, knowing that she would have her fill of it soon, quite literally. She stood up and Michael lifted her up and deposited her on the bed. Then he knelt and spread her legs, going down on her and returning the oral favor.



Again Ana just closed her eyes and let the man work magic with his tongue. Soon she felt her first orgasm building. She grabbed his head, pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy as she rode his face through several convulsions, before pulling away and closing her legs because her clit had become too sensitive.



But Michael was not to be stopped. He climbed on top of her, spreading her legs again, and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her vagina. He slowly pushed forward. She dug her fingers into his back as another wave of pleasurable pain swept through her like the shock from a hot electrical wire. A second orgasm rattled through her. Never before had she had multiples this close together. It was like the night before with Ryan.



Michael did not stop thrusting, though, and when she climbed down from the heights of ecstasy she settled into a valley of pleasure. Each thrust filled her and like his son’s cock, his was big enough to stimulate her clit while still inside her. At first she felt that she could go on like that forever, but after about ten minutes she felt the need for different stimulation.



Ana pushed Michael back, out of her, until he lay on his side. She dropped her head down, taking his cock in mouth again, tasting her juices this time. Then she settled into his arms, letting him spoon her. She reached down and guided his penis back into her pussy. One of his hands reached around and kneaded her breasts. The other found her clit.



She delighted in this, being in the arms of a big, strong, handsome man. She realized that he was another woman’s husband and that she was in the room with them. She opened her eyes and looked over at Susan, who had one hand on her breasts and the other massaging her own clit.



Ana locked eyes with her, for the first time seeing in her face the pleasure of watching her husband take another woman. It was wicked. And with this the third orgasm hit her. She closed her eyes and let it wash over her.



Her next coherent thought was realizing that magnificent cock was deflating inside her. Michael withdrew, and she could feel a mixture of his cum and her own juices trickle down her thighs. She opened her eyes and realized that Susan was now in the bed with them. Ana didn’t know that she had the courage within her to do it, but she leaned over and kissed her. Susan eagerly returned it, and for a few minutes they were locked in a battle of lips and tongues. It was the first time she had ever done that, a sexual kiss with another woman. Finally, they broke the kiss.



“Your husband is magnificent,” said Ana.



“Yes, isn’t he. Would you mind if I pleasured you.”



Ana took a deep breath. “Please,” she said.



Susan slipped down between Ana’s legs, scooping up the trail of cum from her thighs with her tongue. Then she reached a finger inside Ana, not deeply, and scooped out some more cum, putting it into her mouth. Then she moved back up and kissed Ana again, sharing her husband’s cum between them. The mix of his and her own cum tasted good.



Then Susan dropped back down between Ana’s legs, taking her tongue to the younger woman’s clitoris. Ana closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. It wasn’t any different than a man, or at least an especially skilled man, for Susan was good at pussy licking. Flicking her tongue back and forth quickly, swirling it around, and sucking it up with her lips. Each movement bringing its own special pleasure. She even took Ana’s clit between her teeth, a sensation that sent a shiver down Ana’s spine.



She had cum so often already, the next orgasm was slow in arriving. But Ana didn’t mind, and Susan seemed to be enjoying her ministrations. Susan’s tongue was enjoyable even without orgasm. But it did arrive eventually. Her fourth orgasm of the evening was less intense, but it lasted longer than the first three. Convulsion after lovely convulsion rippled through her, and through it all Susan kept up the stimulation, prolonging the experience. But eventually she was tapped out. She reached down and pulled Susan’s head up to her own, and the two women kissed again. She could taste her own juices on Susan’s mouth.



As they kissed, Ana’s slipped her hand between Susan’s legs. She very much wanted to return the favor, although she didn’t know how good she would be at it. She broke the kiss and dropped her mouth down, taking first one of Susan’s firm, round globes into her mouth, then the other. After a few minutes, she continued downward journey, leaving a trail of kisses down the woman’s belly, until she came to the closely cropped patch of hair above her pussy. Now was the moment of truth.



“Just do what you like to have done to yourself,” came Susan’s reassuring voice. “I’ll tell you what I like and want more of.”



Ana gently laid a kiss on the Susan’s clit, and then gave it a tentative lick. She dropped a little further down, and placing her tongue in the woman’s vagina and starting a long, slow upward lick. She tasted musky and tart. Ana had been afraid that she wouldn’t like it, but it was quite nice, in its own way. She then concentrated on Susan’s clit, doing what Susan had done to her, quick flicks of the tongue across and swirls around the click, and sucking it up with her lips. When she sucked on it, Susan grabbed her head, pressing it harder into her crotch, moaning “that’s it, that’s it.”



Ana looked up at her boss. The woman had her eyes closed and lips pursed between the moans. Michael was at work sucking his wife’s nipples. It wasn’t long before the two of them brought Susan off.



When her convulsions were complete and she had rested a moment, Susan pulled Ana to her again. They kissed, then Susan asked, “Did you enjoy that?”



“Yes, very much. I’m not about to give up men,” she said, winking at Michael, “but I’m definitely going to do more with women from now on.”



“Now, since you still like men, do you think you can get Michael hard again so I can fuck my husband?”



Without saying anything, Ana leaned over and took Michael’s penis into her mouth. Soft, she could fit the whole thing in her mouth, but it rapidly expanded back up to its full length and girth.

Mischa’s potential client was driving her nuts. Absolutely, certifiably insane.



Oh, it wasn’t that Mr. Jeremy Dalton was difficult. As a self-made real estate investor, he was demanding, controlling, opinionated, hard-headed, and hard-working – all qualities she’d expect from someone who amassed a good-sized fortune before 40. In fact, she not only expected those qualities, but admired and respected them.



And, as financial advisor who wanted his account, she understood them. She worked with personalities such as his on a daily basis, and Mr. Dalton wasn’t nearly as high-maintenance as other clients she’d known or worked with.



That was part of the problem.



Within her firm, Mischa was known as a bit of a shark, willing to do whatever it took to seal the deal, grab the client, and make money, lots of money. She was shrewd, tenacious, and insightful, quick to identify exactly what approach to take to land an account… and she had to admit that Mr. Dalton left her baffled.



It really burned her well-toned ass.



Mischa wasn’t above using any weapon at her disposal – cleavage, flirting, sex, flattery, or her sharp mind and quick wit, if the client preferred to keep things strictly professional – and absolutely none of them seemed to work with Mr. Dalton.



After a long week of wining and dining in LA, she was no closer to signing Mr. Dalton to her firm, and no closer to figuring out what to do to change that. Most of her male clients appreciated at least a little cleavage or flattery, especially from her. With thick wavy black hair, bright green eyes, creamy skin, and a curvy figure, Mischa knew she was attractive, and didn’t apologize for it. She didn’t mind if her male clients, and one delightful female client, wanted to see her in a low-cut dress over dinner. She was willing to drop everything and fly out to wherever her clients wanted to meet; she’d taken meetings on golf courses and ski slopes, in spas and on beaches, over dinners, lunches, breakfasts, coffees, and, yes, in beds – whatever it took to make her clients happy.



That’s why she pulled no punches this past week for Mr. Dalton. When she wasn’t working, she had spent her time lavishing attention on him; she wanted to show Mr. Dalton that she was willing to do the same for him. His newest project was based in LA, her hometown, which would make her firm an excellent choice for his business, but after a four-course meal in one of the hottest restaurants in the city of angels, he still wasn’t willing to commit. He hadn’t said it out loud yet, but Mischa had been observing him throughout the evening very closely, and his face remained as passive and politely interested as it had been all week.



Mischa had a sinking suspicion he’d be getting on a plane tomorrow night without hiring them, and God, she hated losing.



She worked hard to stifle a sigh and maintain an attentive expression on her face as she waited for Mr. Dalton to finish saying goodnight to their dinner companions – his business manager and his lawyer. As the valet brought their car around, Mr. Dalton titled his head and gestured to the limo.



“Shall we?” With a smile, Mischa took his offered hand and slipped inside, congratulating herself on the forethought to hire a larger car. As a potential client, it was a standard gesture, but Mr. Dalton was at least six feet three inches tall, and had wide shoulders. With being such a large man, he wouldn’t have been comfortable in anything smaller than a limo.



She had barely settled into a seat when two big hands gripped her hips, and she was lifted and guided to the opposite side. Blinking, she suddenly found herself on the seats right behind the driver. What the hell?



She must have given him a look because one eyebrow lifted and he smirked at her as he settled back.



“Do you like your personal space, Mr. Dalton?” They had come over with his business manager and lawyer, but both had elected to take a cab back to the hotel. Maybe he just wanted to stretch out?



“Maybe I just want to look at you instead of the horrible traffic here.” His eyes raked down her body so slowly, Mischa could almost swear it felt like a physical touch. Not soft, but firm, deliberate. Across her face, down her neck, onto her breasts for an extra beat before drifting down her legs to her sparkly stilettos. Her dress was short and thin and filmy, with a low, draping front and an even lower back. The only thing keeping it on this side of decent was that it was a dark blue color, but nothing could hide her nipples tightening up under his gaze. They stood out in sharp relief, little nubs pressing against the material.



The little flare of awareness she saw in his eyes told her that her body’s reaction to him didn’t go unnoticed. An answering heat sparked between her legs, though it didn’t take much. Mischa loved sex, lots of it, and after a week of no attention, something with which she wasn’t accustomed, she was aching. The fact that Mr. Dalton with his shaved head, dark brown eyes, and well-muscled body was extremely attractive didn’t help matters any, either.



Maybe that’s why her next words sounded mildly petulant.



“You haven’t spared me very many looks this past week, Mr. Dalton. Why start now?” Mischa heard him chuckle. It was deep and rumbling and made her want to rub herself all over him. Damnit.



“Are you put out that your schemes didn’t get you laid, Mischa? I bet that was shocking to a woman like you, wasn’t it? Not getting what you wanted when you wanted it? I was extremely entertained watching you trying to get a reaction out of me.” Ohmigod, was he… was he making fun of her? “Though I have to admit, you walk the line between slutty minx and businesswoman very well.”



Yes, he was making fun of her. Mischa could feel her face flush in embarrassment, her body frozen on her seat as her mind whirled, trying to figure out what to say or do.



“Don’t cry, Mischa. We wouldn’t want you to smear your makeup, would we?” came Mr. Dalton’s mocking voice. Her spine snapped straight.



“I’ve been rejected before, though not quite as callously, Mr. Dalton. I’ve no intention of crying.” Her teeth were clenched in fury, making the words hard to get out. She was absolutely not going to cry. She wasn’t.



“Do you normally insult potential clients?”



“I’m not sure I care anymore if I land you as my client or not.” Mr. Dalton laughed again, deeper and longer this time.



“Oh, you care. Especially when I tell you I’ve made a decision on whether or not to hire your firm.” Damn him, he was right. For someone who was used to reading people well and quickly, getting the tables turned on her was awkward, at very least.



“So, I’m ambitious. That’s not a crime,” she replied, trying for a casual shrug and not quite sure she succeeded. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he speared her with a look.



“No, it’s not. In fact, to certain kinds of men, it’s a turn on.” She leaned forward as well.



“Are you that kind of man?”



“Aren’t you curious about my decision?” He dodged her question with one of his own. Mischa struggled not to ask, and failed, eliciting another laugh from him.



“Okay, fine. What conclusion have you come to?”



“That I like you better when you’re pissed than when you’re acting like a drone.”



“That’s not an answer.”



“That’s the only one you’ll get right now.”



Deep breaths, Mischa, she told herself. This was not the time to fly off the handle. This was the time for finesse. Hell, this should be easy! This was where she lived and breathed! So, why couldn’t she work up some charm right now? Where had her finesse run off to?



“Are you wearing underwear?”



The calm, quiet question and slightly amused tone interrupted her thoughts. Concentration thrown, she scrambled to answer.



“What?”



“Are. You. Wearing. Underwear,” he repeated, slowly and deliberately, before leaning back against the seat. “You’re not wearing a bra, so it makes me wonder if you have anything on under that flimsy excuse for a dress.”



There was no point in denying it; she wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress didn’t allow it, and thankfully, her breasts were still perky enough to get away without one. But what did she say to the panties question? A search of his face told her he’d wait as long as he needed to for the answer.



“Yes,” she grudgingly admitted. “I’m wearing underwear.”



“What kind?”



“A thong.”



“Show me.”



Show him? Was he crazy? Though she found the idea incredibly arousing, if the pulsing heat between her legs was any indication.



“Don’t you want to find out what I’ve decided about hiring you or not?” As temptations went, it wasn’t much. But he seemed to know she needed some excuse to do what he wanted, what she wanted. It had been a long, frustrating week, and if things went the way she hoped, what might happen next would make up for it. If not, she’d have great fantasy material for later.



Slowly, she slid off the seat, dragging her dress up her thighs and over her ass cheeks. When it was collected around her waist, when her knees hit the ground, she spread her legs and watched his face. She heard a soft grunt of approval, and the small smile he gave her told her that he liked what he saw. Her thong was dark blue and skimpy, with just the tiniest scrap of silk covering her pussy. The strings on either side and down the back were dark blue rhinestones strung together.



As his eyes burned, her irritation faded. She shifted so that she was crouched on her heels, knees splayed open wantonly, exposing a dark wet spot right over her slit. He grunted softly and spread his legs, pointing to the area in between them.



“Come here. And lose the dress.”



A quick flip of her arms, and her dress was gone. She threw it next to her purse, and rose to move to him when he stopped her again.



“No. On your hands and knees.”



Humiliation burned again, and made her pause. A lift of his eyebrow and a quirk of his lips told her he was testing her, waiting for her to back down. The large erection pressing against his charcoal gray suit pants told her that he hoped she wouldn’t.



Staring at it – damn, he was huge – made her mouth water, and she found herself lowering her body down to the floor of the limo. Slowly, she made her way to him, watching as his hands peeled off his clothes. First his coat, shirt, and tie. The muscles on his torso flexed and bunched as he undressed. He was magnificent. Her breath caught as he kicked off his shoes and socks, then undid his belt and unzipped his pants. She kneeled in between his legs and helped pull his pants and boxers down and off. He tossed his clothes aside and sat back, his hard cock pointing up towards his belly button.



Without a conscious thought in her head, Mischa slid her hands up his inner thighs and pressed a kiss against the underside. A tiny bit of her red lipstick transferred to his skin, and Mr. Dalton’s eyes flared.



“Keep doing that.”



More than happy to oblige, Mischa lifted herself up over his lap and kissed the length of his cock. Up, then back down, taking her time before doing the same to his balls. Eyes never leaving hers, Mr. Dalton grabbed his phone and took a call. Mischa never even heard it ring.



She didn’t know how long he was on the phone, but she did know she wanted him off and fucking her. Her body was on fire, her pussy was dripping wet. Her hands stroked and squeezed his thighs, his hips, her nails dragging down his chest. She pressed one final kiss to the head of his cock, then opened her mouth and breathed on the sensitive flesh, a thrill running through her as his body jerked in surprise. God, she wanted a taste of him so bad she couldn’t stand it.



The hand not holding the phone reached down and clamped onto her hair. It was up in a chignon at the back of her head, and his fingers tunneled into it, loosening the pins a bit. Gripping her hair tightly, he pulled her head up slightly and shook his head with a scowl. Mischa only grinned at him, and flicked her tongue out. It brushed across the tip, then under to stroke around. She circled him with her tongue, keeping it light and teasing. His hold tightened even further, but he didn’t pull her away. Instead, he finished his call – success! – and punched the intercom button.



“Driver, how long do we have you for?”



“The rest of the night, sir.”



“Excellent. Take us on a tour of LA, would you?”



“Absolutely, sir.”



“A thorough tour.”



“Yes, sir.” To his credit, the driver didn’t pause or snicker. But her company paid his company enough to warrant full discretion, so Mischa wasn’t surprised. If anything, she was grateful, and made a mental note to give him a hefty tip.



“Aren’t you a naughty one, Mischa? Did I give you permission to use your tongue?” He tugged on her head, pulling it back as he leaned forward over her, his lips brushing against hers. His face was scowling, but his eyes were hot on hers.



“No,” she replied, licking her lips and brushing his at the same time. “But you didn’t tell me I couldn’t, either.”



“You had me almost cumming while on the phone with my lawyer.” Her only response was to grin at him, her hands sliding across his belly and down.



“Oh, no you don’t. Not until I’m ready.”



He moved quickly, grabbing her up and positioning her on her hands and knees across his lap. His fingers gripped and squeezed and spread her ass cheeks, pulling on the string of her thong, tugging it tight against her flesh before rubbing it back and forth. The rhinestones were smooth for comfort, and abraded against her rear hole, teasing her. She whimpered softly, causing him to chuckle and press his finger against her asshole.



“Does this feel good?” he murmured as he rubbed around it, teasing, teasing.



“God, yes.”



“Could you have a phone conversation while this was happening?”



“N-no.”



“What about if I played with your clit?” His other hand reached under her and pressed right against that throbbing nub. The wet silk felt amazing against her clit, and she shook her head.



“N-no.” God, just a few more strokes and she’d be cumming against his hands.



“No, Mr. Dalton,” he corrected, his fingers picking up the pace, stroking her fervently now.



“No, Mr. Dalton,” she repeated, moaning. She was close, so close.



“That’s right,” he said as he pulled both hands away from her body. When she tried to lift her head to protest, one hand landed on her upper back, keeping her down. He maneuvered both of them around slightly and guided his cock towards his mouth.



“You want this?”



“Yes!” God, yes, she did. She was burning for it.



“Where?”



“God, anywhere!” She was desperate, and thrashed against him helplessly. She could smell the muskiness of him, and the dampness of her. She wanted him so bad it hurt.



“In your mouth?”



“Yes!”



“In your cunt?”



“Yes!”



“In your ass?”



“Yes! Damnit, yes! Fuck me already!” His body moved as he laughed, his cock bobbing against her lips, close, but at the wrong angle.



“Ask me nicely if you can suck my cock.” She let out a scream of frustration, which only made him laugh harder. “Ask me nicely.”



Mischa groaned. She didn’t want to, but she could see a drop of precum beading up on the tip of his dick, and she absolutely had to taste him right now.



“Please, Mr. Dalton. Please, let me suck your cock. Let me suck it hard, let me suck you off. Please, please, please!”



“Good girl,” he murmured as he turned her and lined up his cock with her mouth. Greedily, she opened and sucked him down, rapidly bobbing her head up and down, hands gripping him, stroking him thoroughly as he groaned and lifted his hips in time with her mouth.



She lost herself in the blow job, loving the drops of precum she tasted on her tongue, loving the feeling of him moving against her, the heat of his flesh against her palm. His hand landed on her ass, first lightly, then heavier and heavier, making her jump each time, making her body burn hotter. She loved being spanked and he was good at it, his big hand hitting her square and solid, moving around just when it started to get painful. He timed it perfectly to make her swallow more of him each time, and she started moaning her pleasure.



Vaguely she was aware of the sound of the windows rolling down, of the wind rushing in, but it didn’t register until she heard whistles and catcalls. Her eyes popped open and she started to struggle a little. Neither of his hands, not the one on her upper back, not the one smacking her ass, stopped or lifted.



“Don’t be shy, Mischa. You’re putting on quite the performance,” Mr. Dalton murmured softly, chuckling. “Don’t lift your head, though, unless you’d like everyone on Sunset Blvd. to see your face.”



The knowledge that the windows were down, and had been for some time, that people knew she was not only sucking cock but also getting spanked at the same time, that her red ass was on display had her arching her back and groaning deeply. The next spank hit her just over her slit and her orgasm hit, hitting her so hard she screamed out her pleasure around his cock. Bright lights filled her vision and her body froze, shaking and shuddering as she came.



Limply, she collapsed face up on Mr. Dalton’s lap, her hand cupping his cock. It was still hard and glorious, and she realized he hadn’t cum yet. The windows rolled back up, and his hands slid over her body almost tenderly. He slid off her thong and bent his head to nuzzle her breasts, nipping at the hardened tips, making her shiver.



“You are amazing, Mischa,” he whispered, suckling her. “Another woman would have hit me or bit me after that stunt. Not you. You came, nice and hard for me, didn’t you?”



He lifted her and arranged her upright on the seat, ass near the edge, legs spread wide. This time, he was the one to kneel between her legs, his face pressing kisses across her swollen lips.



“I should have bit you,” Mischa managed to say, her hand running over his scalp.



“You wouldn’t have. You’re an exhibitionist,” his voice was so assured and smug. How did he know that? She would have asked him, but he started pressing kisses right on her clit, and the sensations that zinged through her felt exquisite. “You liked getting spanked like that, with my cock deep in your throat. You liked having your ass on display. You liked knowing others could see you but you couldn’t see them. Finding out might have surprised you, but you liked it, didn’t you?”



His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them as wide as they could go, exposing her pussy and ass to him. Her position, so open and vulnerable, made her tremble. He was so big, so strong, he could do anything right now, and she’d let him. He exposed her, guessing she’d enjoy it, and she did. He made her cum so hard with just spanking, without anything in her pussy or ass, that’s how turned on he made her. He was right, she got off on it, hard.



“Yes, Mr. Dalton, I loved it. Absolutely loved it.”



“What do you say to me?”



“Thank you, Mr. Dalton.”



“Good girl,” he murmured before his mouth opened and his tongue started stroking her.



And stroking her it was; not little licks, not teasing flicks, but long, thorough strokes. Through her puffy lips, across her clit, down into her pussy. She had just cum not five minutes before but already he had her writhing beneath him, ready again. She pushed her hips up against his mouth, whimpering.



“What a hungry little cunt you have, Mischa.”



“The better to fuck you with, Mr. Dalton,” she rasped. That made him laugh, hard, and he lifted up to press a brief kiss to her mouth. She tasted herself there, and her tongue darted out to lick his lips. He eyes, dark as night, got even hotter.



“You like the taste of yourself?”



“Mmhm,” she nodded.



“Hold your legs open.” Once she’d done as he asked, two fingers slid down her slit and into her. “You’re so wet and delicious. I want you to taste yourself.” He pumped a few times, enough to tease, then pulled his fingers out and lifted them to her lips. Without missing a beat, her mouth opened and she sucked those fingers in, then sucked them clean. Her tongue dragged across every inch of his fingers, in between the webbing, across the knuckles, over his nails.

Mana slipped off the ledge into the churning water of the cave, her tail firmly attached. She greeted her sister Quinara with a head bump and swam around her making a high keening noise that conveyed happiness to be back in the water.



Quinara motioned towards the land man who was treading water, his limbs moving in panic. Quinara smiled in anticipation and Mana nodded.



Mana broke the surface of the water as her sister reached the man’s legs, feeling her way up them.



“Jesus!” she heard him yell. He was the sandy haired man, the worried one who came looking for his friend. She looked around the cave for Danny, the dark soldier. He was standing on the ledge, fear pulsing off him with a sweet tang.



“Get away from us,” Danny said. Mana admired his nakedness and the long organ between his legs that had used her so well.



“You don’t mean that,” she said, using the full power of her yellow-green eyes on him. Her breasts bounced above the waves under her silky coral hair. “Come in and play with us.”



She glanced back to where Quinara’s dark head was below the water, stripping the man’s pants off. She used her hands to grip his erect penis with the little suction cups on her fingers. He moaned. She began kissing and sucking his balls and licking around and around the tip of his cock.



“Your friend is playing,” Mana said. “We won’t hurt you.” It was a blatant lie.



Danny clenched his fists, his cock starting to swell of its own accord. He watched Mana’s breasts peek out of the water and Quinara’s dark head as she sucked on Sam’s cock below the surface.



“Viens ici… Come, please,” Mana said, her voice a little unsteady. Her languages were slipping up again. She wanted this one badly.



Mana began to pump her tail in circles and she wriggled her upper body, unconsciously performing a mating ritual. She stopped in shock. She could not allow herself to mate in bond until her 100th tidespan. She definitely couldn’t bond with a land man without risking death from her people or his.



She wanted to take this one home with her and keep him in the depths of the ocean. Instead, she and her sisters would lavish him with his heart’s desires before he gifted them with his life.



“I..” Danny was wavering, his desire for her warring with his need to get him and Sam to safety.



Mana hummed a mersong in their high-pitched language, blending the call of the sparkling water, the sun reflecting off the glistening sea, and seagulls drifting on the wind. It was a song for sailors to come exploring and it had lured much stronger men than this soldier. Sam’s moans punctuated the air as Quinara worked on him.



Danny shuddered and took three steps towards the water until his toes were on the edge. Mana’s nipples sharpened to points and her sex tingled in anticipation of making him hers.



To her shock, the man clenched his fists and stopped.



“No.” he gasped, “Stay away from me, you… ” His eyes were glazed with a mix of desire and horror. He couldn’t bring himself to say what she was.



“Mer?” She reached out to touch his naked toes, singing in her language about what she would do to him if she had him in her bed. She sucked on the tip of his big toe then licked the space between his toes.



Impatient, Mana used her tail to jump above the water, grab Danny’s knees and pull him in. The water muffled his yell.



Deep below, she could see him struggling to swim up and tutted in annoyance that humans panicked when it would serve them to conserve their energy and air. She reached out to him. He gripped her arms, his eyes falling to her naked chest then widening as they dropped to her tail.



Mana cupped his strong jaw and sang to him of waters so deep the pressure felt like a massage as you moved, of places with no light where you used your ears and mouth to taste the water.



When she bent to kiss his pursed lips, she opened them and breathed air into his mouth. Her tongue tangled in his. She wove an air spell, something that Merpeople had very little power over, but it would last the night.



He smiled in wonder as he took a deep gulp of water and it formed into air in his lunges. He laughed. He looked wonderful with a smile. He was too serious above ground, she could tell.



She felt a momentary pang that he was to be their sacrifice for her younger sister’s Eventail where they would dance under mother moon and he would make love to a virgin. Then they would kill him, the blood of the earth mingling with the blood of the sea.



“Come,” she whispered. She had faith he would follow her as they swam to the surface.



Quinara and the golden man were not in the water any longer. When she and Danny broke the surface, they saw that Quinara’s tail was off and she was bent over a rock on the ledge of the cave. The man’s face was deep in her pussy from behind, and he was alternating licking her tight asshole and deep into her pink slit. His hands spread her buttocks wide as she knelt on shaky legs. Her heavy breasts were pressed hard against the rock. She held the edges and closed her eyes in rapture.



“Si! Oh yes! Please!” she was screaming and switching from land talk to Mer, gasping in high keening sounds that meant pain and pleasure found only on the earth. The man was so engrossed in his lover that he didn’t notice Mana and Danny, but Danny’s cock had sprung up upon watching her sister and his hands, seemingly of their own accord, felt Mana’s tits, squeezing them and brushing across her nipple.



Mana whispered in his ear as she felt for his hard length, stroking it.



“You like watching your friend fuck my sister,” she said, hoping she used the word fuck correctly like she had heard it from him. “You can have her and me both if you come with us.” Danny gasped as Mana lowered herself, kissing along his body and taking his hard cock in her mouth.



On the rock, the land man had licked Quinara’s asshole one last time, stabbing his tongue deep in the crevice between her cheeks. He leaned back to position his cock at her tight asshole and began to push his way inside. Quinara gasped in surprise and swore as he violated her tight, untried hole, pushing forward as he held her hips steady.



“Come on baby, that’s right, open for me” he said, groaning as his head popped through her opening. He waited, inching forward slowly. He was very large and Quinara whimpered then moaned as he reached around her to tickle the sweet sensitive spot at the tip of her pussy.



He groaned as he pushed further in her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, and spanking one with a sharp crack.



“Yes, oh yesss.”



Quinara was moaning, whimpering and shuddering. He began to move a little faster and harder, eyes closed in ecstasy as he forced her tight asshole wide open with his thick length. He pushed his whole cock into her ass and lifted her torso so he could play with her large, fleshy tits. He began pumping harder, grinding, feeling her tits bounce with one hand as he made her cum with the other.



Quinara screamed as he lost all control and rammed her hard, pulling fully out of her ass and then back in. She came with a sob, loving the pain and the sharp warmth of his hand on her clit. He pumped a few more heavy thrusts, then yelled out, convulsing as he poured his cum into her ass, claiming it as his.



He fell on top of her on the hard floor, his cock still jerking in her spread hole, his head buried in her black hair. He turned his head towards the ocean where Danny’s face was screwed up in ecstasy as Mana worked his turgid cock in her mouth under the water. She sucked and pulled and he gripped her head, her hair spilling upwards under his hand. He groaned and pushed deep in her throat as he came.



Mana smiled in satisfaction as she swallowed his salty semen down her throat. He’d follow them anywhere they wanted now. He was hers.

I woke the next morning to a kiss on the cheek, “Hey sweetie, I’m heading into work early. I left a little note for you on your dresser. See you tonight at the mall.” Opening my eyes I watched Ashley walk out of the bedroom and leave for work.



I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and realized I was still wearing her panties. Did last night really happen? I rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. When I got to my dresser, I saw her note,



“Hey sweetie, This pair is a little big on me so I thought it might fit you better. Not the fanciest but should be enough to get you through the day. We’ll get more tonight! See you at the mall after work! Love, Ashley”



I opened my dresser drawer to find that all my boxers were gone and, in its place, was a solitary pair of red cotton panties. I was a little puzzled. I had assumed that the sissy play would stay in the bedroom but Ashley appeared to have a different idea. I shot her a text asking where my boxers were, but, with no other options, I slid on the panties tucking my soft cock down into them. I turned and admired my ass in the mirror…I guess they did hug it well I thought to myself. I finished getting dressed and went off to work. That morning I got a response from Ashley that simply read “You don’t need them anymore, remember! If we’re going to do this we’re going to do it my way and do it right. Let me know when you leave work and I’ll meet you at the mall.”



The workday was long and I was reminded of Ashley every time I went to the bathroom and saw the panties. I avoided using the urinal for fear of someone seeing them. Sliding them up still got me a little turned on but I’d distract the mind to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit at work. I texted Ashley to let her know I was leaving and she suggested we meet in front of one of the department stores. When I arrived she was waiting there with a smile, “How’s my sweet sissy today? How was your first full day in panties?”



“It was good but I had to sit down when I went to the bathroom. I didn’t want anyone to see. I didn’t think I’d be wearing them all day. I thought we’d just be doing this in the bedroom.”



“I told you that if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this the right way. It’s all or nothing. I didn’t think I’d come home yesterday to my boyfriend wearing panties. Now c’mon and let’s have some fun with this!”



“Ok, I’m sorry…I agreed to this and you’re right!” I said with a smile, “just try to be a little discreet in the store. I don’t really want them knowing this stuff is for more, ya know.”



“Oh, stop. No one is going to know and who cares if they do!”



We walked into the mall and she directed us to the lingerie section in the department store.



“They have some stuff here if you want. It’s a little cheaper but not quite as sexy as a Victoria’s Secret. Do you have a preference?”



I was uncomfortable having this conversation with other people around us, “Ummm, I don’t care. Let’s just get something and get out of here.”



“Stop being like this,” she reached for my hand “we’re doing this together and no one is paying attention to you. Now…do you want to check Victoria’s Secret? They probably have a bigger selection.”



“Ok…sorry…yes, that sounds good.”



Off we went through the mall, still holding hands and talking about the work day. All I could think about was the awkwardness I would feel inside Victoria’s Secret.



“How many are we buying today?”



“How many what? Panties? Well, I figure you probably need about 10 pair so you’re not constantly washing them, then you’ll also need some bras and maybe some other stuff so you feel extra sexy in the bedroom. I figure I deserve a thing or two since I’m doing this with you too.” she said smiling and looking up at me “it’s not like you don’t have the money.”



Ten? Bras? This was starting to add up but I had to admit that I was a little excited. The thought of doing it a little more often with a willing participant turned me on. We walked into the store and I was a little overwhelmed with all the options. Fortunately, Ashley knew her way around.



She looked at me “I was thinking a few lacy pair, since you seem to like those, and these french cut might look good on that ass of yours.. Maybe a thong or two but I’m not sure how they’ll fit you down there…you might…um…spill out. Have you ever tried one?”



Feeling a little awkward discussing it in the the store, I said softly “Um, ya, it’s harder to wear one but we could try a couple.”



“Ok cool…what colors? I was thinking some nice pastels for you and maybe a hot pink!” she said smiling.



I smiled, blushing a little, “Ya, those sound good.”



“Sizing will be tricky. I’m thinking medium but you might need a large…oh miss, can you help me a second?”



I was horrified. Asking for help?! I stood there hoping she wouldn’t notice my face blushing.



“Yes, what I can I do for you?”



“I need to buy some panties, but they aren’t for me. My…friend…is actually probably about his size. Do you think a medium would work?”



Smiling and looking at both of us “Ya, I think a medium would be good. If it won’t embarrass him too much you can hold them up to him too” she chuckled.



“Oh, thanks! Probably a 36 for a bra, right?”



“For someone his size, probably a 36 or maybe a 38. If you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable I can measure you but you’ll still have to guess on the cups.!”



My face went beet red, “They aren’t for me!” I blurted out.



Ashley laughed, “why don’t you just measure him to be safe”



I lifted up my arms and she measured across my chest, “Looks like a 36 would probably work, but it could be snug. Do you have an idea of what her cup size might be?”



“Hmmm….pretty small…probably an A but could do a B if you don’t have it in stock.” Ashley replied while smiling at my discomfort with the situation.



“Well, let me know if you need any help in picking stuff out” and she walked to help someone else.



My face was clearly red now, but at least it was over. I took a deep breath and looked at Ashley, “I thought you said you’d be discrete.”



“Oh stop…we needed sizing anyway. You didn’t want to have to come back and return stuff. I said it was for a friend. If anything you made it worse with your red face and tone. Now come on…let’s find something sexy little sissy.” she said with a smile.



Ashley was pretty good at finding stuff and would just ask my opinion. I generally just agreed with whatever she found but was growing more comfortable and would occasionally suggest colors. Each item she would hand to me to hold on to…I lost count of what we had. When we were wrapping up she approached a mannequin with stockings, garters and bustier.



“We should get two of these…one for me and one for you!”



She looked for sizes and selected hers in black and turned “something lighter colored for you…pink?”



“Sure, that works. We have a lot of stuff…surely we don’t need much more.”



“Hmmm…well, might need a few more bras because I worry those will show through your shirt at work.” she whispered at the end.



“Show through my shirt?”



“Well, ya, I wear one all day…so are you. When are you going to understand this isn’t a one time or every now and then thing. If I’m going to have a sissy for a boyfriend I want you to immerse yourself as much as possible. Now let’s look for something over here that won’t stick out as much.”



“Why don’t we leave this at the counter and they can start ringing it up. They have some cute PINK loungewear I want for around the house and you could use a few things too.”



“Loungewear too? How much are we going to spend? I already have gym shorts to wear around the house.”



“Stop whining. I told you this wasn’t going to be cheap so open your wallet and appreciate that I’m doing this with you and obviously those gym shorts aren’t going to cut it anymore. We’ll just get you a couple pair of shorts and tank tops. They might be snug but we’ll get you on a diet and working on your figure.”



Diet? I thought. I started to question if this was going too far. I thought I would hold on to at least some of my manliness.



Ashley grabbed two pair of pink shorts and a couple for herself. “These will be cute for you!!” she whispered then grabbed a couple tank tops. “Perfect…let’s check out.”



The total came to a mind boggling $450. I couldn’t get over how expensive it was, but Ashley had a smile as we walked out. Shopping with her had made me both turned on and little apprehensive. I didn’t realize how far she wanted to take it



“I can’t wait to get home so you can try some of this stuff on! Maybe I’ll put on something sexy for you too” she said.



“Me too,” I smiled “it’s a real turn on that you’re so into this.”



She gave me a peck and we got in our cars to head home. My heart was racing as I drove home. As painful as the shopping was, I excited to try on my new stuff. My cock was already starting to get hard thinking about it.



Ashley beat me home and I found her in our bedroom unloading stuff into my dresser. “Here,” she said “Start by trying this on.”



She handed me a satiny pair of hot pink panties with lace trim and a matching bra. I disrobed and slid on the panties while she helped me with the bra in back “you’re going to have to learn to put this on yourself. Now…you’re not that hard right now. Can you tuck yourself in between your legs? It would be nice if there wasn’t a bulge.” I did as I was told though I knew I’d be popping up again once I got hard.



“Mmmmm,” she said, “there’s my sissy” she said as she stood behind me, rubbing my ass in the panties. “You get comfortable on the bed while I put on something we got today.” She disappeared into the bathroom.



She emerged wearing a sexy black lacy bra and thong set complete with stockings and garters.



“Wow” I said “you look so hot right now.”



“Mmmm…good” she said smiling “that’s the point. Now let’s put a little of this on your lips to take things a further little sissy.”



She reached out with some pink lipstick and put it on my lips. “Good, now come here”



She leaned forward and we began making out, my hands on her body and her hands cupping my bra and reaching in to pinch my nipples.



“I think you need more practice with your tongue” she said as she gently pushed me on my back and began straddling my face. She moved her panties to the side and I buried my face between her legs. Her thighs against my cheeks as she moved her hands through my hair, moaning, “Mmmmm, nice and slow.” I could taste her getting wet as she moved her hips against my face a bit, moaning louder as I watched her begin to squeeze her breasts over her bra, “Let me turn around and give you a little attention.”



She turned around and leaned forward on her knees, lowering her pussy to my face, “Keep going” she said as she began rubbing my cock through my panties, noting some precum “Hmmm…looks like you’re getting wet too.” I continued going to work on her pussy when she asked me to pull my legs up a bit as she slid her hand into my panties.



“I think you’ll like this,” she said with a smile, “and don’t act like you haven’t done it before,” she said as I felt her finger rub the outside of my asshole.



She was right and I couldn’t deny it, “How’d you know? I just tried it once…”



“You’re wearing panties, so of course you’ve fingered your ass and I doubt it was just once. Now just relax and don’t stop paying attention to my needs.” She moistened her finger and slid it back into my panties and against my hole, gently working it in. I moaned a bit as her slender finger went in. “We’ll get some lube for next time but I thought you’d like a little tease,” she said as she rubbed my balls with her other hand, sliding it in a bit deeper.



With my cock in her face I kept wondering if she would take it out and go down on me. I was so turned on and aching. I finally asked, “You’ve got me so hard and turned on. You could slide me out of the panties if you want to play with my cock a little while you’re down there.”



She took her hand off my balls and pushed her pussy in my face, “I told you that was staying in your panties where it belongs. You need to understand that while you’re wearing panties that your little dick gets less attention. You need to learn how to please and learn new ways to receive pleasure.” She slid her finger out of my ass, sitting up and moving to the night stand. “You’ve got me pretty worked up,” she said as she got her dildo out and handed it to me. She got on her hands and knees, “Take me from behind with it. It’s a position we never got to do much since you slip out but I know it feels so good.” Another reminder of my lack of size, but I took it in stride getting behind her perfect little ass and rubbing the head against her pussy. She looked back at me, arching her back and pointing her ass in the air, “Mmmmm…fuck me hard.”



I loved the dirty talk but couldn’t help but wish it was directed at me and not the dildo. That said, I loved watching her and helping her get off. I truly enjoyed giving her pleasure. I slid the dildo in slowly, “I said hard sissy!” she barked, “Make it hurt.” Words I had never heard, or thought I would hear, from her only turned me on more as I began aggressively fucking her with the dildo, deep, long strokes. “Oh goooooddd, so good,” she moaned, “Get your face in my ass and lick it.”



I hesitated. This was something I hadn’t heard her ask for before “Oooohhh, just do it now!” Her orders turned me on so much, I buried my face between her cheeks, rolling my tongue around her hole. “Oh, god, don’t stop…fuck me harder.” My arm was getting tired as I worked harder on her hole, getting it wet. “Slide your finger in,” she beckoned “I want your finger in my ass too” she whined, moaning louder as I slid my moist finger in her ass. I couldn’t believe this girl was such a freak in bed as we typically only did missionary in the past. “Oh god, don’t stop, I’m going to cum” as she moaned and screamed, her body tensing and trembling before relaxing. I slowly pulled my finger and the dildo out, rubbing her ass a bit before moving up towards her.



“Oh my god. That was so good. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while!” she said as she leaned in to kiss me hard. “It was so good. You’re the best. You want to clean my dildo off again like last time?”



I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed. I was a little taken aback, “I’ve never seen you in the bedroom like this before. It’s really hot.”



“I guess there is a side of me you haven’t seen before and maybe I’m learning about myself a little too.”



“I wish we could have done some of this stuff before without the panties. I’d love to try anal.”



“It’s a little late for that now…you’re already in panties. Also, you’ve never really been, like, a manly man, for me to think you’d be able to make me cum like that or be able to fuck me hard in my ass.” I was a little perplexed and let down. I think she could tell. “Oh sweetie…it’s not your fault. We’re doing it together now and that’s what counts! Now show me how you clean off the dildo, just like last time.” I opened my mouth and she took the dildo, sliding it in as I wrapped my lips around it, “There you go…good sissy.”



She removed the dildo from my mouth and went on, “Now I know you didn’t get to cum today, but you need to learn a little discipline. Girls don’t always cum when they have sex and I’m willing to bet you haven’t made many girls cum with your cock in the past. Therefore you need to learn you’re not going to cum very often. I promise you that you’ll get to cum at some point, but, in the meantime, I don’t want you playing with yourself. Hands off. I’ll decide when you’re ready.”



I wasn’t sure how long I could make it especially considering how turned on I still was. My balls were aching. Would she really know even if I did?



“Ok, I’ll do my best.”



“No, not your best. Tell me you won’t do it. That’s for me to decide now, not you. It stays in your panties, remember.”



“Yes, sorry, I won’t.”



“Ok good! Throw on your new pink shorts and top and let’s cuddle on the couch. You wore me out!”

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