Posts Tagged ‘talking dirty’

“Jason … there’s something I have to tell you,” Kristen said, continuing to stroke his cock as she rolled over to face him. She kissed his lips gently and caressed his hair with her free hand.

Jason moaned slightly at the touch of her hand.

“What is it, Babe?” he asked only half paying attention.

“Something happened this weekend, and I’m not sure how to tell you about it.”

The tone in her voice caught Jason’s attention, and he struggled to focus on what she was saying, and not on the delightful way her fingers were dragging across his balls. She cupped them in her hand, enjoying their weight. She tugged gently on them.

“I’m … umm … listening,” he said, drifting back into pleasureland.

“OK, but you have to let me tell the whole story before you interrupt, and I just want to stress right up front that I love you more than anything else in the world.”

That got Jason’s attention, and his cock deflated slightly despite her attention.

“What’s going on, Honey?”

Kristen began telling how she had awoken the night before last in an excited state and had hoped to have a mutual masturbation session with him via video chat.

“Damn, I wish I’d been online!” he responded.

Kristen playfully shoved him.

“Me, too! But in your absence, I decided to read a story and get myself off all by my lonesome,” she said, referring to the erotic literature on

“Damn, this story is getting better and better, you naughty girl!” Jason said.

“You have no idea!” Kristen replied.

“Anyway, right after I finished my little self-exploration, I received a video chat invitation. I thought it was you, but it turned out to be Rachel.”

“How is Rachel? We need to get together with her and Mark,” Jason said. Rachel was Kristen’s best friend. They had met when Rachel was a personal fitness trainer back when Kristen was dramatically overweight, a fact belied by the lean, hard body she now sported.

“Would you let me tell this story?” Kristen asked, noticing that Jason’s big dick was back at full strength.

“Rachel had just finished a steamy date with Mark, and she told me all the juicy details — how he had brought her to orgasm in the restaurant; how she had then teased him while they ate; and how Mark had taken her hard from behind as soon as they walked into the door.”

“Damn,” Jason said. “I would have loved to have seen that,” picturing Rachel bracing herself against the wall while Mark rammed his cock into her, slapping her ass with his groin.

“What did you think about her telling you all that?”

“Well … ,” Kristen stammered. “It really turned me on.”

“I can imagine,” Jason said, more than a little turned on himself.

“No, I mean it really turned me on … as in, I started touching myself while she was telling the story.”

“Well, that’s no so bad,” Jason said.

“Wait, there’s more. I didn’t just casually touch myself. I really got into it. So into it, in fact, that I came while Rachel was telling me the story.”

“You what!” Jason exclaimed. “I thought you said it was a video chat.”

“It was,” Kristen replied sheepishly.

“You masturbated during a video chat with Rachel?” he asked incredulously. “Did she know what you were doing?

“Ummm, it was a little hard for her not to.”

“Holy shit!” Jason said. “That is totally fucking hot. I can’t believe you did that. What did she say?”

“It was hot, but I was mortified by what I had done. I was so embarrassed, but Rachel was totally cool. She said she knew what I was doing and that it excited her a lot.”

“I knew I liked that girl,” Jason said wolfishly. His cock was starting to leak pre-cum as he imagined his wife masturbating herself while her best friend talked about getting fucked royally by her boyfriend. “Damn!” He wished he had been there to see that little exchange.

Jason’s cock was about to exploded, and he rolled Kristen onto her stomach and sat astride her legs, his hard cock resting on the crack of her ass.

“What happened next?” he asked, as he leaned down, pulling the cheeks of her tight ass apart and allowing a string of spittle to drip into that dark crevice. Kristen felt the warm spit trickle down her crack, and Jason spread it around with his cock, getting her all nice and slippery back there.

He slid his cock up and down her crack, rubbing it across her asshole. Kristen wasn’t into anal sex, but she liked the feel of his hard cock rubbing her tender orifice. She knew that Jason really wanted to take her “that way,” but she was afraid of the pain. Their past efforts at butt-fucking had been rather clumsy and less than satisfying.

Kristen moaned into the pillow as he pushed the head of his cock lower to her cunt and slid the head up and down her slit to lubricate it even more before slipping it into her wet hole.

Jason reveled in the feel of the warm cocoon enveloping his turgid member. He loved fucking her this way. She had a beautiful ass, and while most men probably wouldn’t classify a woman’s back as sexy, Jason loved the way Kristen’s well-toned muscles rippled as she grasped the sheets in reaction to his rutting.

“I … haven’t … even … gotten … to … the … best … part,” she managed to get out between hard thrusts.

“You’re kidding!” Jason said. How could the story get that much better? But, he slowed his thrusting, moving in and out with deep practiced strokes and allowed Kristen to continue.

“Rachel invited me over to dinner. We chatted for a while, but neither of us brought up what had happened during the video chat. As we sat down to eat, though, something came over me, and I had to tell her how I felt.”

Jason paused his gentle thrusts, his cock buried deep inside his wife, realizing that she was approaching the real point of the story.

“What do you mean, ‘How you felt’?” he asked.

“Jason, you know how we’ve talked about bringing another woman into our sex life? I’ve thought about that a lot lately, and I realized that the idea excited me. Not only that, I realized that if I was going to be intimate with a woman, then that woman would be Rachel. Not only do I think she’s totally hot, but I love her too.”

A light was starting to go on in Jason’s head.

“I told Rachel how I was attracted to her. That I had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman — to be with her. I couldn’t believe I said it, but I did. When that realization hit me, I was totally embarrassed and tried to get out of there, but Rachel stopped me. She took me in her arms and held me as I cried, kissing my hair and the tears streaming down my face.”

Jason was breathing harder now. He knew where this was going.

“What happened next? he whispered, feeling like his cock might explode without him even moving.

“We kissed.”

“And …”

“We kissed some more.”

“And …”

“The next thing I know, she was kissing my neck and her hand was cupping my breast. Her leg was between mine, rubbing against me and driving me wild. She told me she wanted to make love to me.”

“Did she?”

“Please don’t be mad at me, Baby. It just felt so good, and I wanted it so bad!”

Jason couldn’t stand it any more. The vision in his mind’s eye of Rachel ravishing his beautiful wife was too incredible. His cock started spewing inside her, and he slammed it in a few times as he convulsed on her back.

“Ugghhhhh! O my God,” he panted, each hard thrust spaced just a little further apart as his orgasm subsided. He collapsed on her back, panting hard. She felt the shudders pass through him as he gasped for breath, and she let him come down from the high before she spoke again.

“Does that mean you aren’t mad at me? she asked tentatively.

“Oh my God, Kristen” he said. “That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever heard. The idea of you fucking Rachel is a total turn on. I wish I could have watched every second!”

“You know I still love you, right?” she asked. “This doesn’t change that one single bit.”

“I know that, Babe,” he said, leaning over her shoulder as she turned her face up to kiss him passionately, or at least as passionately as you can kiss from that angle.

“Damn, I’m going to be able to jerk off to that vision for months,” he said chuckling.

“Would you like me to tell you the details,” she asked hesitantly. “Do you want to know what we did? Do you want to know what Rachel and I will be doing when you’re so far away neglecting me?” she teased.

She felt his cock twitch inside her. Even though he had only cum moments ago, he was already getting hard again. “Damn!” Kristen thought, “this is better than Viagra,” knowing that she was about to get fucked for the third time in less than two hours.

“Oh yeah, Baby! Tell me what you two little vixens did while I was away.”

“Rachel took me into her bedroom. She lit some candles and put on Paula Cole’s ‘Feelin’ Love.’”

“Ooooh. Did it feel like the Amazon was running between your thighs?” Jason asked, quoting a line from that very nasty song.

“That’s putting it mildly! She took off my shirt and blue-jean skirt, so I was standing there in just my thong and bra.”

“Oh, man, I love that blue-jean miniskirt. I want you to wear that the next time we go out, but without the panties.”

“Hmmmm. I think I could stand that,” Kristen said, wondering what was getting into her. She used to be pretty reserved when it came to sex, but now that she had taken a walk on the wild side, she realized she liked it — a lot. She continued the story, as she felt Jason rise up to his knees behind her so that he could control his thrusting better.

“I then took over and stripped Rachel’s dress off of her. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. We kissed some, but I had to have more. I don’t know what possessed me. Normally, I’m not the aggressive one in bed, as you well know, but I took control and kissed my way down her body, taking a detour to suck on her breasts.”

“Is she as hot naked as she is with clothes on?” Jason asked, reaching down to slide his hands over her beautiful ass as he pumped his dick in and out of her.

“You have no fucking idea,” Kristen said earnestly.

“I’d like to find out,” he said grunting with each thrust.

“You may get your wish, but I’ll tell you more about that later.” It was getting harder and harder for Kristen to tell her story. She had to admit that retelling the adventure was making her pussy sing, and as Jason continued to deep-shaft her, she wondered if she’d get through it before she came.

“I kissed down her stomach and then crawled between her legs. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I started to gently kiss her the way you do to me. I was afraid I wouldn’t like the taste, but I needn’t have worried. I now know why you like eating my pussy so much.”

“So … you … liked … eating … her… pussy, …?” Jason asked, punctuating each word with a hard thrust into her.

“Yes!” Kristen screamed.

“You are such a nasty girl,” Jason said, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart and letting another string of spittle drop right on her tight little asshole. He used his thumb to circle her anus, rubbing the spit in and pushing slightly into her hole as he continued to drive his cock into her cunt.

“No,” she said, reaching back to grasp her hand. She was still wary of anal penetration, even by his finger.

Jason slapped her hand away. “Put your hands back on the headboard, bitch. If you can eat a woman’s pussy, then you’re nasty enough to take my thumb up your ass.”

Kristen complied. The truth of the matter was that she liked submitting to Jason. She knew he would never hurt her, and she liked it when he took control. She grabbed the headboard with both hands as she felt him ease his thumb past her sphincter.

“Ugggh,” she groaned at the mild discomfort she felt. “Please, baby, use some KY.”

Jason leaned over to the bedside table and rummaged around in the drawer until he found the lubricant. He pulled his thumb from her ass and squirted a big blob right on her butthole. She flinched as the cold gel came into contact with that very sensitive area. He coated his thumb with some more lube and pried her cheeks apart again.

This time, his thumb slipped in easily, and with a few gradually deepening thrusts, he had it buried up her rectum. He could feel it rubbing against his cock through the thin wall that separated her colon from her vagina. It felt incredible.

“Did you make her cum with your sweet little tongue?” he asked.

“Yes … she came like a storm. I thought I was riding a bucking bronco! Afterward, we fell asleep. In the morning, I was having a wonderful dream, and I woke up as I was overcome by an orgasm. When I finally calmed down, she was between my legs, her face coated in my juices.”

“It was incredible, but we weren’t done yet.” Kristen didn’t think she could take much more. After the brief discomfort, she was finding that she liked the stimulation her ass was receiving in conjunction with the fucking her well-used cunt was getting.

“We took a shower together, soaping each other up and sliding our slick bodies together. She dropped to her knees in the shower and tongue-fucked me to orgasm.”

Jason was banging into her hard now, and his thumb was ramming in and out of her ass. She grunted from the ravishing she was getting.

“Did … you … do … her … again?” he asked.

“I pushed her against the wall, and thrust my finger up her pussy. I started fucking her, telling her that I wanted to buy a strap-on dildo so I could fuck her with it. At the same time, I pushed my thumb up her ass, so I was finger-fucking both her holes.”

“Oh, so you can dish it out but you can’t take it, huh?” Jason teased.

“I’m … taking … it … you … bastard!” Kristen said, thrusting her hips upward to take both probes even deeper.

“She likes it up the ass!”

“Ohhhh God!!” Jason cried. “She’s into anal too!” Jason would give anything to take Kristen that way.

“Yes! She loves it! She says it’s unbelievable.”

“God, Kristen! I wish we could do that, Baby,” he said, feeling the fluid begin to build in his balls.

“Hmmm,” Kristen said as she thought of opening up her back passage to her lover. She continued to push up with her hips, seeing him sliding his cock up her ass in her mind’s eye. She imagined that the thumb that was still pumping in and out of him was his long, hard dick. That thought put her over the top.

“If … you … want … to … ugghhhh!” The orgasm caused her to convulse, ramming her hips up into his groin. The action drove his cock into her to the hilt and his thumb couldn’t go any further up her ass. He felt her tight ass muscles clinch around his probing digit, and her cunt milked his cock.

The realization that she had just agreed to fulfill his fantasy was enough to suck the remaining cum out of his already depleted balls, but the fact that very little fluid came out did little to reduce the convulsions that constricted his body.

They were both drenched in sweat as they allowed their heartbeats to return to normal. Jason eased his thumb from her backside, and she felt the momentary emptiness from her ravaged ass. His penis slipped out of her as it shrunk and was followed by a trickle of milky liquid that drained from her very sore pussy.

Jason flopped onto his back, still breathing hard.

Kristen rolled on her side and looked at her husband with love. He had not only accepted her, but he had awakened a desire to explore new things — a willingness to try things that scared her just a little.

She looked down at his shriveled penis, slick and shiny with their combined juices.

While Kristen didn’t mind sucking cock, she wouldn’t let Mark cum in her mouth. She had never liked the taste. She knew that her unwillingness to do that was a source of disappointment to him, but she had never been able to get past the taste.

So, she didn’t know what prompted her at that moment to lean down and take him in her mouth. She licked the tip of his penis with her tongue, swiping the small drop of fluid that seeped from his hole.

The groan he let out encouraged her, and she opened wide to take him entirely in her mouth. He was completely soft, and she could taste their mingled juices. Yes, there was still the bitterness, but she let it pass and reveled at the amazing feeling of his soft cock in her mouth.

She realized that every other time she had sucked his cock, he was hard as a rock. This softness was a new sensation, and it was very erotic. Jason continued to moan, and put his hand in her hair, stroking it as she continued to suck him, gently swirling her tongue all around it. She licked and sucked until he was completely clean.

She let his organ slip from her mouth and moved up along side of him as he wrapped his arms around her.

“That was wonderful,” he said, kissing her and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, tasting the varied flavors of their lovemaking. “Your mouth felt like a warm cocoon. I could get used to that treatment.”

Kristen licked her lips, realizing that the slight distaste of his cum now seemed insignificant compared to the closeness she now felt and the appreciation she saw in his eyes.

“M’Lord, my mouth and my pussy are yours to do with as you please,” she joked.

“And M’Lady’s ass? he asked, continuing the game.

A shudder went through her.

“Aye … if M’Lord wishes … to use it.”

To be continued…

Hi there! It’s me the horny second grade teacher again. Oh, you don’t think second grade teachers should be horny sluts? Why not, we’re just like you and the rest of your horny, nasty friends. Yes we’re nice sweet young ladies in the classroom, but after we leave the classroom, we can be just as slutty as anyone else.

Now you probably have already read the first two chapters of my story about how I got to know Lynn Basconi, the superintendent of our school district, who turned out to be almost as much of a horny slut as me, and her very sexy husband, Richard, and how after we all watched each other masturbate and then Lynn and I had some really hot phone sex, they invited me to a party that I was pretty sure (well, at least really hoped) was going to be an orgy. Now if you haven’t read them, that sentence will probably tell you enough so you won’t get lost in this story (assuming you didn’t get lost in the sentence), but you really ought to go back and read the first two chapters because, in my humble opinion, they are pretty hot, and I think you will enjoy them and especially enjoy what you are doing while you read them, if you know what I mean. What? Now don’t tell me you don’t do that when you read these stories. I’m not Dickens or some other highbrow boring author. Enjoy!

I got up on Saturday, the day of the party, and went for my usual morning run. I am not sure how far I ran, because I was thinking about the party. I was wondering if it was going to be another dull affair like I had been to the night before at my parents’ house or maybe it was going to be an orgy. Knowing the Basconis, an orgy seemed more likely. “Cool, I’ve never been to an orgy!” I thought as I finished my run.

As I showered, I rubbed my soapy tits and tweaked my nipples, but I resisted the temptation to play with my pussy and my clit. I had decided that I was not going to get myself off all day, so that I was in the right mood for the party. I finished my shower by shaving my pussy so it was nice and clean. I didn’t want anyone getting prickled by stubble when they were eating me later this evening. I didn’t know for sure that would happen, but I had high hopes.

I wandered around the house naked for a while and then decided to go shopping—you know, with no underwear, where the objective isn’t to buy things, but to titillate myself by speculating about how many people can figure out that I am not properly dressed.

I will save the description of that day’s shopping trip for another story. Suffice it to say that I complied with my vow not to get off that day, but there were some other people that I met who certainly didn’t. Then again they probably hadn’t made a vow not to have sex that day—as most folks don’t.

I arrived at Basconis’ high-rise a few minutes late. Parking turned out to be more difficult than I had imagined. I was wearing one of my cute little teacher outfits that I wore to school most days, except I had added three-inch heels to make my legs look extra sexy and, of course, I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. As I rode up the elevator, I unbuttoned another button on my blouse to make sure that anyone who wanted to could get a good look at my tits. I could feel a tingle in my nipples, which had gotten hard as I walked from the car to the apartment (actually they had been hard most of the day), and there was a glow from my pussy that was warming my whole body.

I rang the doorbell on the Basconis’ apartment and waited for someone to answer. I was in an odd combination of nervous, because I was going to a party with some people I had never met, and horny, because I had been thinking about how sexy Richard Basconi’s cock was when it got hard. Eventually the door opened. It was Lynn, wearing a fishnet top with about a one- or two-inch weave, which did absolutely nothing to hide her big soft tits. Like me she had on high heels to accentuate her striking legs, but her skirt was a very short, tight, black leather number—kind of kinky. Not at all like what I am sure she wore to work each day.

“Oh, I am so glad you could make it,” she said as I walked in. “Some of our sexiest friends are here tonight, and I am sure you are going to enjoy them, if you know what I mean.”

“Okay, that means an orgy,” I thought as I followed her down the hall. My nipples stiffened further at that thought.

As we walked, she asked, “Well, were you a good girl yesterday, and did you focus on taking care of the second graders all day instead of on sex?”

“Absolutely,” I said, “except for lunch hour, when I went over to the park to eat my sandwich, and then I thought about how hot it was when I met you and Richard a couple of weeks ago and we came back here to fool around.”

“So were your panties wet when you went back to teaching?” she asked.

I giggled, thinking about how I nearly left them in the park when the dirty old man almost caught me masturbating. Finally I said, “They would have been if I had worn any.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it left out the most interesting details, like the fact that my panties were stuffed in my lunch sack along with my half eaten lunch all afternoon and, oh yes, the fact that I had been masturbating in the park when my boss showed up.

“Oh, you naughty girl. You went to teach the second graders without panties on?”

“Sure, they don’t pay attention to that kind of thing. What were you wearing at work on Friday?”

Lynn laughed. “Well, I started out in my usual conservative outfit, with the underwear, but somehow the panties got lost during the day.”

“Was that because you were playing with your pussy while you read porn on your computer?” I asked.

She giggled, but before she could answer, a tall dark man emerged from a door off the hallway. He was very trim with a dark, closely cropped beard and he wore a red turban and a white garment that looked like a Nehru jacket but which went down to his shins.

“Oh, Lawrence,” Lynn said, “I want you to meet our friend Linda. She tells me that she actually spent all day Friday teaching a group of second graders without a moment’s thought about sex.”

That wasn’t quite what I had told her and it wasn’t even remotely close to the truth, but, “Oh well. Who cares,” I thought.

Lawrence took my hand and stroked it with the softest touch I have ever felt from a man. “If he could do that to my hand, what could he do with my breasts or my pussy?” I was thinking.

“I am so pleased to meet you. Lynn has told my wife and me so much about you. Let me introduce you to Indira,” he said, as he led me down the hall, continuing to caress my hand.

My mind was going a million miles an hour. Half of it was reveling in his gentle touch and speculating about what he had on under his long tunic (nothing I was sure, but perhaps that was wishful thinking) and the other part of my mind was speculating about what Lynn had told him and Indira about me. It couldn’t have been anything I would want my mother to hear, because Lynn didn’t know much about me except things I wouldn’t want my mother to hear.

The three of us walked into a living room, and a stunningly beautiful Hindu woman stood to greet us. Like Lawrence, she was tall and slim with a dusky complexion. She wore a silk sari that went to her feet. It was loosely wrapped and virtually transparent. Her breasts, while not large like Lynn’s, were pointed and capped with dark nipples, which showed clearly through the fabric of her sari. My mind immediately went to the thought of sucking on them. I wondered if I would get to.

Lawrence introduced me as, “The lovely sexy school teacher that the Basconis have told us about. And would you believe, dear, that she claims that she worked all day on Friday without thinking about sex?” This was really beginning to sound like someone else’s Friday. It certainly wasn’t my sex obsessed Friday.

“Well, if that is true, she will be the only one here tonight who accomplished that and most likely the only one who tried,” she said as she came forward and greeted me with a hug. It started out like a standard friendly greeting hug with a peck on the cheek, but as she completed the peck she paused and pushed my hair back and snaked her long tongue into my ear. It was incredibly sensual and I made no effort to pull away. “If she could do that to my ear, what could she do to my pussy?” I wondered.

I sat on a couch with Indira and Lawrence on either side of me. Lynn sat in an armchair opposite me. After a moment Richard came in with wine for all. I stood to greet him and he also gave me a hug. It was a long hug and he rubbed his chest against my tits while he was doing it. I reached around and fondled his ass for a moment and then I sat back down between Indira and Lawrence.

By this time I was getting in the mood, so I turned to Lawrence and asked, “So what is it you wear beneath that garment? Is it like a Scotsman’s kilts?”

“That is what all the girls want to know,” responded Indira, as she placed her hand on my knee and began to slide it up my leg. That felt incredibly sexy, and I made no effort to stop her. Instead, I just reached over and put my hand in Lawrence’s lap. I could feel a nice hard cock beneath his tunic. As I stroked his cock I used my other hand to unbutton my blouse so my tits could be seen by everyone. Lawrence reached over and began to caress one and then the other of my tits. I was right—his touch was soft, gentle, and electrifying.

Lynn was leaning back in the chair. As she watched us she was fondling her tits through the fishnet top she was wearing.

By this time Indira’s hand had reached my pussy, and I spread my legs wide to improve her access. “Are you enjoying watching us?” Indira asked Lynn. “Let us see your pussy.”

In response, Lynn pulled her leather skirt up around her waist. She spread her legs so that we could see her wet, shaved pussy and then slipped two fingers into her cunt. “Richard, darling, come in here, please,” she called out.

“I want to suck his cock,” she said more softly to those of us in the room.

Richard came out as requested and stood alongside his wife while she unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out, quickly sucking it into her mouth. It was a little soft when she first retrieved it from his trousers, but it quickly grew and hardened as she ministered to it with her mouth. It was very sexy watching his dick grow from a flabby little penis to a raging hard-on. She kept her eyes on us while she worked on Richard with one hand and her mouth and kept two fingers of her remaining hand in her glistening pussy. Richard was watching us, but one of his hands was mauling Lynn’s tits.

Indira pulled her fingers out of my cunt, rose, peeled off her sari and released her long dark hair to fall softly on her shoulders. She was, as I expected, naked beneath the sari.

Lawrence stood and pulled off his tunic, leaving him naked, but for his red turban, with his fully erect cock bobbing before him. It was a long thin cock that stuck straight out from his groin and twitched occasionally as I reached out and stroked it with my hand.

After a moment Lawrence kneeled beside me on the couch with his stiff cock opposite my face while Indira knelt between my legs. I pulled my dress up around my hips and spread my legs some more to further improve Indira’s access to my cunt.

I had never been eaten by a woman before. She began licking the outsides of my lips, carefully avoiding my clit. Then she snaked her long tongue into my pussy and began using it to lick the insides of my cunt. The sensation was fantastic.

Lawrence was rubbing my tits with his cock. His pre-cum made my nipples all slippery and even harder than they had been before. I didn’t think that was possible. The combination of his play with my nipples and Indira’s ministrations to my pussy was incredible. It was incredibly erotic watching Lawrence using his long thin dick to smear my nipples with his pre-cum.

After a minute or two, I pulled Indira’s head up and said, “This is incredible, but it would be so much better if you were licking my clit while Lawrence’s cock was filling my pussy. I really want to fuck.”

They both quickly agreed so I knelt on the floor with my ass in the air. Indira lay beneath me on a cushion from the couch and resumed her slurping at the outer lips of my pussy. Then I felt Lawrence’s ever-so-soft hands firmly grip my hips as he slid his hard cock into my cunt. “Oh, shit, that feels good!” I said.

At first, Lawrence just rested with his cock fully in my pussy, while Indira slurped at my pussy lips and my clit. The cock in my cunt seemed to get fuller and harder as it rested there. I wanted him to do more, so I began flexing my pussy muscles like I was trying to milk his cock. God that felt good, but I wanted more. I wanted him to really slam me.

“Come on and fuck me!” I growled. “I really want you to fuck me hard! I want your balls to slap against my pussy!”

Lawrence pulled his cock slowly out of my cunt until just the tip was in. “Quit teasing and fuck me!” I yelled. Then he slammed it as far into me as he could get it, almost knocking me off my knees. He slammed me like that a couple of more times and then began to rhythmically fuck me.

“Oh shit, that feels good!” I cried.

Lawrence just maintained that pace for at least five minutes, and I pushed back, matching his rhythm. Indira was lying beneath me slurping at my pussy, and my head was just over her hips. Her legs were spread wide with her knees pulled up. I reached down with one hand and slid two fingers into to her pussy. She quickly began to cry and groan.

“Make her come, Indira,” Lawrence said. “Lick her clitty, and then I can fuck you just like I am fucking her.”

Indira quickly shifted her licking strokes to my clit, while Lawrence slowed his pace to accommodate Indira’s clitty licking. She snaked her tongue around my clit and then used the tip to give it a whipping. Meanwhile Lawrence slowly pushed his long dick into my cunt so that it was pressing against the end. All I could do was whimper, “Oh, fuck this is good. Oh shit, I am going to cum. Ohh, ohh fuck, I am Cumming!” and then an orgasm ripped through me that just kind of melted all of my muscles.

As Lawrence backed out of my sloppy wet cunt, I tumbled sideways and lay next to Indira for a moment. I think I heard Lynn Basconi groan with an orgasm then, but I was to spent to be clear on what I was hearing.

Indira was far from satisfied, and Lawrence was still hard as a rock. They rose and stood facing each other alongside the couch. His cock glistened with the juices from my cunt. At first they kissed while he pulled on both of her nipples and she milked his still slippery cock with both hands. Then she put one foot on the couch and spread her legs to give him access. Lawrence crouched a bit to get his prick down to the level of Indira’s pussy and slid it into her. He dropped his hands to the back of her ass and pulled her towards him and then began to use his legs to fuck her with strong upward thrusts.

“Oh god that is good!” she said. “You have the best prick. It feels like it is going to go right through me. Talk dirty to me, like we do on the phone.”

“So you really like this cock do you, you horny slut? How many other pricks did you fuck this week?” he demanded in a harsh tone that didn’t seem anything like the polite, cultured man I had been introduced to as I came into the apartment.

“None!” she said, leaning back and looking at him in wide-eyed shock.

“Oh bullshit!” he said. “I was gone all week, and I know what a horny slut you are. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t, go a week without cock in your pussy.”

Indira’s breathing was getting ragged now and she was whimpering as she used her leg on the couch to raise and lower her body in response to his thrusts. She was so engrossed in the fucking that she ignored his accusation.

Lawrence wouldn’t give up on it though. “Come on, Indira. Tell me! Who did you fuck? You have to tell me who it was and what it was like. You know how hard that makes me cum, and I know how much you like it when I squirt my jism in your pussy or all over those gorgeous tits of yours.”

“Okay, okay, I fucked the pool boy on Tuesday afternoon,” she gasped between breaths.

“Oh, so you fucked the pool boy? Was he good? Did he have a big, hard cock that filled your pussy?”

“Yes, but not as good as this.”

“Really? What was his cock like?”

“Ohhh!” Indira groaned as Lawrence continued to pound her pussy.

“Come on slut. Tell me what his cock was like or I’ll stop fucking you.”

“Ohhhh, fuck. . . Okay, Okay. His cock was shorter than yours, but it was fat. Really thick. I thought he was going to split me in half when he first shoved it in me.”

“So you liked that?” he demanded.

She paused for a moment concentrating on the screwing she was getting and forgetting Lawrence’s question.

After a few more thrusts Lawrence said, “Okay, you horny slut, I want to take you from behind.”

They disengaged and Indira leaned forward over the arm of the couch. Lawrence stepped between her legs and put his cock back into her cunt and began to slam her so that we could all hear his balls slapping her ass. Indira had one arm on the back of the couch for support and she was pulling on her tits with the other.

After a few minutes of this action she wailed, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” and then screamed something in her native tongue that I assumed was obscene. After that she collapsed on the couch, just as I had when Lawrence had finished fucking me.

I was sitting naked on the other end of the couch with my legs spread lewdly and I just crooked my finger at Lawrence inviting him to come to me. He walked over to me and I leaned forward and sucked his still hard dick into my mouth. I sucked on the knob as I worked his dick with my hands. It was still sloppy wet from Indira’s cunt. Then I leaned forward and slurped the whole thing into my mouth. His narrow prick slid easily down my throat until his balls hit my chin. I pulled my head back sucking on his cock as it slid out of my mouth and then sucked it back in and down my throat again. I kept this up until I felt his balls tighten up. I was looking up at him and I could see that he was getting short, so I pulled back and said, “Go ahead. Squirt that hot cum on me.”

Lawrence reached down and took his prick in his hands and began to jack off with his prick pointed right at my face. He only lasted a moment before he groaned and hit me in the face with the first stream of cum escaping from his cock. Then he shot two or three more streams that coated my chest and tits. His cum felt hot and slippery. The part I could lick with my tongue was pleasantly salty. I leaned back and used my hands to rub his cum across my face and tits.

I looked across the room at our hosts. Lynn was slumped in the chair, looking as though she had been well and thoroughly fucked, but Richard was sitting on the arm of the chair fondling a rock-hard erection. I had kind of lost track of what the two of them had been up to, but it appeared that he had satisfied Lynn, but still needed more action for himself. “That must have been the noises I thought I heard her making when Lawrence finished fucking me to my first climax,” I thought.

As I watched Richard and the angry-looking prick that he was stroking, I realized he was looking at me. His dick was making me horny again. I stared at him as I continued to rub Lawrence’s cum over my tits. I was also pulling on my nipples and I spread my legs so Richard could get a good look at my wet pussy. The whole time I stared straight at him to make sure he knew that my show was specifically for him. He continued to stroke his cock as he returned my stare. We were acting like there was no one else in the room but the two of us, but looking back on it, I’m sure that the others were watching us carefully to see what we were going to do.

Chapter 3

As the two recovered from their exertions, they didn’t hear the sound of the BMW pulling into the circular drive and into the garage. Stacy’s mom got out of the silver Beemer and lugged her suitcase into the house. She’d managed to catch and early flight home, but she was dog tired from her business trip, and she was looking forward to climbing into her whirlpool tub and relaxing.

She called out to Stacy, but getting no answer, she assumed her daughter must be out. Her mom, Lois, was staying with Stacy, but it didn’t surprise Stacy’s mom that Lois hadn’t heard her come in. Her hearing was getting worse every year.

She climbed the stairs to her master suite. On the way, she passed by the guest room and saw Lois asleep in her leather recliner while the television blared. It was tuned to one of those afternoon talk shows that Stacy’s mom found so irritating. She tip-toed into the room and turned the volume down before proceeding on to her room.

She dropped her suitcase on the floor and kicked off her high heels. She jokingly said that, after a day of walking around in 5-inch heels, the feeling of taking them off was just about as good as an orgasm.

She padded across the floor in her stockings, pausing at the mini-fridge where she grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay and a chilled wine glass before heading to the bathroom.

Her bathroom was as big as most people’s bedroom, and that didn’t include the walk-in closet that essentially doubled the size of the room. Large windows lined the wall near the Jacuzzi tub. The glass was specially treated so that when she flicked a switch, the glass would turn opaque. She didn’t understand the science behind it, but it was pretty cool technology, but the truth of the matter was that she rarely used it. First of all, her back yard was secluded enough that you’d basically have to climb into a tree to see into her bathroom, and second, Stacy’s mom was somewhat of an exhibitionist at heart, and she wasn’t really too worried about someone catching a peek at her body.

She was in her late 30s, having had Stacy when she was only 20 years old, and she still couldn’t get used to the idea that she had a 19-year-old daughter.

She went over to the tub and turned on the water to begin filling it. That’s when she noticed Stacy and her boyfriend lying on the pool beach. It looked like they were asleep. Not for the first time, Stacy’s mom wondered if her daughter was still a virgin. She doubted it — not with a boyfriend like Wayne. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite figure out. He just seemed to have a lot more confidence than she remembered having at his age.

She began stripping off her clothes, removing the tight white blouse that was professional while still being provocative. The tight straight skirt came next, revealing the thong underwear and garter belt that held up the hose. Stacy’s mom couldn’t stand panty hose, and besides, the garter belt made her feel incredibly sexy. She popped the clasps on the garters and, placing one foot on her dressing table stool, rolled the nylon down her leg. She repeated the process with the other leg and then shimmied out of the garter.

She released the front clasp of her Victoria Secret bra to reveal her large breasts, both delighted at being freed from their bondage. She pressed them together and massaged them briefly to restore the circulation. Her nipples hardened immediately, not so much from the manual stimulation as from the cool air in the house.

She stepped out of the thong and walked over to the tub. The water was hot, but it felt good on her sore muscles. She always felt like she had been physically beaten after a long day of travel. She lay back in the tub, and allowed the pleasure of the water to wash over her and lull her to sleep.


Stacy opened her eyes and realized that she had dozed off. She noticed that Wayne had put her bikini back on her while she slept, and in fact, he was still sleeping next to her.

All of the sudden, she remembered her promise to him. “Maybe he’ll forget,” she thought, but quickly discarded that idea. There was no way he was going to forget that she promised to suck him off.

“Well,” she thought, “I did promise.” Even as that thought ran through her head, she realized that she was kind of excited by the idea. After all, a bunch of her friends said they had done it, and they talked about how as long as they gave good head, their guys would follow them anywhere.

Stacy looked over at Wayne’s sleeping form. His legs were hanging down into the water, and she could see the bulge of his cock through his swimsuit.

“Why not?” she thought, looking around to make sure no one had come out onto the terrace while they slept.

Moving quietly, she slid down the beach and into the pool, which was about 4 feet deep where the beach dropped off. She was able to stand comfortably, and she moved between Wayne’s legs, being careful not to wake him up.

Leaning down, she began placing kisses on the outline of his cock and balls. The young man started to stir. She placed her mouth over his balls and blew her warm breath through the fabric of his trunks. That elicited a soft moan from him.

Moving back up, her kisses became more fervent as his cock continued to grow until it extended to the waistband of his shorts. She could actually see the head when she looked down into his shorts. Her little pink tongue snaked out to lick the tip when she noticed a small drop of pre-cum forming at the opening. She scooped it up, tasting the thick, slightly salty fluid, and didn’t find it distasteful at all.

She grasped the drawstring on his suit, and untied it. There was no way she was going to get the suit off of him without him waking up, so she began to rub him through the fabric, stroking the long shaft and cupping his balls.

Wayne awoke to one of the greatest feelings known to man — a beautiful young woman caressing him.

“Did you have a good nap?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” he said, stretching.

“I’ve been thinking about my promise,” she said.


“I want these off of you,” she said without preamble.

Wayne looked around to make sure they were alone, and then lifted his hips from the shallow water and slid the trunks down his legs. Stacy pulled them all the way off and tossed them across the pool.

“Hey! What if someone comes out?” he complained.

“Well, I guess you’d better stay in the deep end until they’re gone,” she said deviously.

With his suit out of her way, Stacy leaned between his legs and ran her tongue across his balls. He groaned in appreciation. She took one into her mouth, and he sucked in his breath, feeling somewhat alarmed that her teeth were now wrapped around his huevos.

He felt her tongue dance over his sensitive balls and decided that the feeling was amazing.


Stacy’s mom awoke with a start. She had been having a dream, an erotic dream to be exact. She was lying in a cabana being pleasured by and pleasuring three young men. Her pussy was tingling, and she reached under the water to run her fingers through her slit. She leisurely played with herself, using one hand to circle her clit while the other squeezed her breast.

She wasn’t sure what possessed her to do it, but it probably had something to do with the young men in her dream, but she looked out the big glass window onto the pool, and what she saw took her breath away.

Her daughter, Stacy, was between her boyfriend’s knees engulfing his impressive cock in her mouth. She watched as Stacy took his rod deep into her mouth, and even from her second-floor bathroom, Stacy’s mom could see her daughter gag slightly from taking it a little too deep.

Instead of being horrified, she was proud of her daughter’s obvious “skills.” She was a woman after all, and old enough for sex. Stacy backed off of Wayne’s cock and holding it upright, she licked the delicate area just under the head. She swallowed him again and sucked on it for a moment before running her tongue down the length to his balls. She sucked one, then the other into her mouth. While she was doing that, her hand was pumping up and down his shaft, keeping him hard and primed.

Stacy’s mom couldn’t help but slip her fingers between her legs and touch herself as she watched the erotic display below. It had been a while since she’d been with a man. Since her husband had walked out on them, she sworn off men for a while. Frankly, she had a lot of trust issues. She’d gotten quite adept at taking care of her own needs, but she realized watching her daughter perform oral sex on Wayne that it wasn’t the same.

She slid out of the water and onto the edge of the tub, where she could recline against the marble wall while she watched the show below and continued to frig herself.

Her daughter had returned Wayne’s cock to her mouth, and she was moving her head up and down in conjunction with the fist she had wrapped around the shaft. Whenever her jaw became tired, she would release the head from its moist prison and use her tongue and fist to keep building to his orgasm.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum. I want to taste you,” she said as she took him back into her mouth.

Wayne put his hand on her head and began thrusting his hips gently, forcing his cock into her throat. He could hear her gag slightly, but she didn’t let up.

Stacy’s mom pinched her nipples and drove two fingers into her own hole as she watched the young lovers. She allowed her little finger to penetrate her anus so that she was filled both fore and aft. She released her nipple and used one hand to circle her clit rapidly while the other kept both her holes occupied. She was spread obscenely wide, and she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror and smiled at the lewd, horny woman looking back at her.

By the pool, Wayne’s thrusts were becoming more aggressive. He was now fucking Stacy’s face, and she knew it wouldn’t be long.

She heard him groan “Now!” loudly and make one final thrust into her mouth before he unloaded his sperm-filled balls. A warm swath of semen coated her tongue and the back of her throat, and she swallowed knowing the next blast would follow in seconds. He didn’t disappoint her. The second shot was even bigger than the first, and she felt the gooey liquid seeping out around his cock and dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. She was trying desperately to swallow it all, but before she could get load number 2 down, load number 3 filled her mouth again and she more or less gave up. She swallowed as best she could and allowed the rest to leak out of her mouth.

Wayne’s orgasm started to subside, and he loosened the grip he had on her head. She continued to suck on him, pulling out the last drops, before withdrawing from his now softening penis.

Stacy’s mom could see the cum glistening on her daughter’s face like shiny pearls. “Oh my God, she swallowed the whole thing,” and that realization pushed her over the edge as she convulsed with her own orgasm. It was so violent that she slipped off her perch on the edge of the tub and slid back down into the water, causing waves that cascaded over the side and onto the marble floors.

As she recovered, she looked down at her daughter who was now licking Wayne’s cock, cleaning all the cum off his shaft and balls, gently and deliberately. Wayne looked like he was in heaven, and Stacy’s mom couldn’t blame him. She had had men in a similar position, and she understood what it meant to hold the power to please in your hand.

She watched as Stacy finished her task and then saw the girl swim across the pool to retrieve Wayne’s trunks. He slipped them back on, and they kissed. They broke apart laughing and jumped into the pool and began playing like all kids do when they get in the water.

Stacy’s mom decided it was about time for her to announce her presence. She climbed out of the tub and grabbed a big fluffy towel off of the towel warmer. She wrapped it around her torso and went to the sink to comb out her long blond hair, much like her daughter’s.

After she removed the tangles, she padded into the bedroom and opened the double French doors that led out onto the terrace overlooking the pool.

“Hey, you two. Looks like you’ve been having fun.”

“Mom!” Stacy said in a surprised voice. “When did you get home? I thought you weren’t coming in until later. How long have you been here?” she asked with trepidation.

“Long enough,” her mother replied with a pause, “to take a nice relaxing bath.” I didn’t want to disturb you two.”

Stacy gulped and wondered what, if anything, her mother might have seen. She realized that the beach was easily visible from her mother’s bathroom.

“How are you, Wayne?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“I’m doing great,” he said with a grin that was just a little too big. “How was your trip?”

“Long and tiring. I’m glad to be home. Oh, by the way, can you come over and mow the lawn tomorrow.

“Sure thing,” he said. “I’ll do it after school.”

“Oh,” Stacy said disappointedly. “I have volleyball practice after school tomorrow. I guess I won’t get to see you.”

“Don’t worry. As big as your yard is, I’ll probably still be working on it when you get home.”

“OK, we’ll see you tomorrow then,” Stacy’s mom said, as she turned to go back into her bedroom. Although, she didn’t see Wayne’s eyes follow her retreat, she knew that they were there. The strategically placed towel couldn’t hide everything, and looking up at the terrace from the pool would have given him an eyeful. The exhibitionist in her enjoyed the thought of him catching a glimpse of her nakedness beneath the towel. After all, what harm could come of it?

Chapter 4

Wayne mowed the lawn while Stacy’s mom watched from the window of her second story bedroom. He had removed his shirt, and she could see the sweat gleam off of his tanned athletic body.

“He’s delicious,” a voice behind her said. Stacy’s mom was so focused on the young man working feverously in her yard, that she was slightly startled when she felt her best friend’s hands encircle her waist.

Karen leaned down to kiss her friend’s neck, which she tilted to grant greater access, but she didn’t take her eyes off of Wayne.

“You want him, don’t you?” Karen asked, reaching one hand up to grasp her bikini-clad breast and squeezing it playfully.

“He’s just a kid,” Stacy’s mom said lamely.

“He looks like a man to me,” Karen replied, rubbing her own breasts against her friend’s back.

“Yes, he does, doesn’t he,” she sighed, starting to react to what Karen was doing to her.

The two women were obviously more than just friends. They were, as they say nowadays, friends with benefits.

Since Stacy’s dad had walked out on them a couple of years before, Stacy’s mom had more or less given up on men, but she still had needs, and her former college roommate did an excellent job of meeting them.

The two had dabbled in a lesbian relationship in college when neither of them had a boyfriend, but it wasn’t a committed lifestyle for either of them.

Karen was definitely the aggressor. She’d come on to Stacy’s mom one night in the dorm when they had been drinking wine and lamenting how the men in their life were either pigs or lousy lovers or both.

Karen had commented that a man couldn’t possibly know how to please a woman like another woman could. She then proceeded to prove her point to Stacy’s mom, and when Karen was done, she believed her.

“I’ll be right back,” Karen said, “just keep watching him. Think about all of the things you’d like to do to him and vice-versa.”

She didn’t have to tell Stacy’s mom twice. The idea of taking the young man’s cock in her mouth like her daughter had done yesterday made her wet, and she slipped her hand down the front of her bikini bottom to play with her clit.

Karen emerged from the closet and saw her friend touching herself. There’s something incredibly erotic about a woman with her hand in her panties pleasuring herself.

She watched for a minute before coming up behind her friend and untying the string holding her bikini top in place. She slipped the strings off her shoulders, forcing her momentarily to abandon her masturbation to allow the top to fall to the floor.

Karen kissed her friends back while she reached around to cup her large breasts, lifting them and pushing them together.

She slid her hand down her flat stomach and into the bikini bottom to join in the masturbation. Their fingers jockeyed for position, complementing each other and bringing Stacy’s mom closer to orgasm.

“I want you to think about him taking you from behind,” Karen whispered in her ear. It was at that moment that she pressed her groin into Stacy’s mom’s ass, eliciting a gasp from the woman when she felt the unnatural bulge pressed against her buttocks.

In her foray into the closet, Karen had donned one of their toys, a 7-inch strap-on dildo, and she was pressing it into her friend’s perfect ass.

Karen grasped the bikini in her fingers and tugged the material down. Stacy’s mom stepped out of the bottoms, now completely naked in front of the large window and still watching as Wayne worked his way back and forth across the 2-acre yard.

Karen was on her knees behind her. Stacy’s mom bent over at the waist, placing her hands against the glass and spread her legs wider to give her lover access.

Karen placed kisses on the woman’s ass, extending her tongue and running over the curvy flesh. Then, she arched her neck and buried her tongue in the pussy before her.

“You want him to fuck you, don’t you?” she asked between licks.

“Yes,” Stacy’s mom replied.

“Would you bend over like this for him?”

“Oh yes.”

“What if he wanted to fuck you here?” she asked, suddenly stiffening her tongue and inserting it into her anus.

“Oh, God, Oh,” she moaned. “No … I mean … maybe … oh, yes … if he wanted to.”

Karen smiled as she returned to her pussy, licking up and down the slit adding her own saliva to the natural lubrication being created by her body.

“Umm, maybe we could do him together,” she suggested. “I bet that would blow his mind.”

Stacy’s mom was only half listening now. She was too wrapped up in the fantasy of making love to Wayne and what Karen was doing to her pussy.

Karen kissed her way back up her friend’s body until she was standing behind the bent-over woman.

Karen took the dildo in her hands and slid it between the wet lips of her lover’s pussy. Using her hips, she thrust it back and forth, coating it with lubrication before setting the large tip against her opening.

Gently, she worked the silicone toy into her friend, who was thrusting her hips back to take it more deeply with each thrust.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me. Fuck me, Wayne. Stick that big cock inside my wet pussy.” Stacy’s mom was totally into the fantasy now.

Karen picked up the pace, banging the dildo into her with a quickening pace. Her own groin was slapping the ass in front of her, and she looked down to watch the dildo penetrate the slippery hole. She withdrew so that only the tip was still inserted, and then she slammed it back in, drawing grunts from Stacy’s mom, who had to brace herself against the glass to keep from falling over.

“That’s it, take it. Of course a tramp like you would want that hot young stud to pummel your pussy and your ass.”

“Oh yes, that’s it, Wayne. Make me take it. I’m yours. Fuck me, baby. Fill me with her hot cum.”

Karen’s hand came down with a loud slap on her ass, and Stacy’s mom squealed in shock. “You like that too, don’t you?”

But Stacy’s mom was no longer responding. Her eyes were locked on the hard body of the teenager outside her window, and she totally believed it was him pounding her pussy into submission.

Karen reached around to manipulate her friend’s clit while continuing to drive into her. That proved to be the thing that pushed her over the top, and Stacy’s mom, ground her ass back onto the dildo as her pussy contracted around it. She grabbed her own breast and squeezed it roughly, pulling at the nipple as her mouth hung open, gasping for air.

Kevin stared at the woman that lay next to him. He had been in the Navy for a few years now and had met a few women that he really liked. As he ran his hand against her soft silken skin, he thought of the talk that he had with his father when he decided to join the Navy.

Could he be as lucky as he was and find someone to love him for who he is? Could she love the man and the monster that dwelled inside? He knew he could control the wolf and its abilities, but could she live with the idea of being married to a shape shifter, a freak of nature.

All of these thoughts ran through Kevin’s head as he looked upon Martina’s sleeping body. The sex during the night, and at the end, the love they shared, was beyond imagination. Kevin wondered if she had ever been to the states, he would love to introduce her to his mother and father. Kevin felt the love swelling in his heart and he leaned down and softly kissed her shoulder.

“Mmmmm if you wake me up that way all the time, I’m going to have to let you move in here. I know it has to be better than that old nasty barracks you stay at,” Martina said as she rolled over on her back.

“I never would have guessed that you’d be even more beautiful waking up, than you are at night. You seem to have a soft glow that just envelops you,” Kevin told her as he kissed her forehead.

“Oh my, I have a little charmer on my hands. You know Kevin, it’s pretty easy to have this — glow — as you call it, I must have cum ten times last night,” she said.

“Well I aim to please, and it’s very easy to please someone that you’re…” he started to say.

“Let’s just say that I’m fond of you,” Kevin finished.

“There’s something I want to know Kevin, have you ever made love in the shower to a woman that will do absolutely anything you tell her to?” she asked.

“Um — no, but I have a feeling that I’ll be able to answer that with a yes later this afternoon,” Kevin replied as he stroked the side of her tender breast.

“I’m going to start a pot of coffee, why don’t you get the shower going and I’ll be right back,” she told him as she slipped out from under the covers.

Kevin watched as she walked out of her bedroom. His heart was beating fast and he had trouble breathing. He wondered if this could be what everyone else called love?

‘Enough day dreaming Dvorska, get the shower going and get a move on,’ Kevin thought.

As Kevin was starting the shower, Martina was getting the coffee on. She had a huge smile on her face as she poured the water in. For most women when they wake up after being fucked silly, they would be smiling, however she was smiling due to Kevin’s feeling. Her plan was working to perfection, and within a few weeks he’d tell her every move his team did.

‘Men are so fucking easy to control. Throw them some snatch and find what they like in sex and they’ll sell their mothers to a pimp for more,’ she thought to herself.

When she finished, Martina went back upstairs to join Kevin. As she entered the bedroom she heard the shower going and stopped at the closed door. She was an experienced operator and knew exactly what to do, as she knocked on the door.

“Excuse me Sir, housekeeping. Would you care for some fresh towels?” she asked.

“Sure, the big fluffy ones are the best. If you have one, a little pillow mint would be a nice touch,” Kevin replied with a laugh.

Martina opened the door and walked into the now steamy room. She slowly pulled the shower curtain back and peered in. Kevin’s taut muscular body was covered in white foamy soap and his back was towards her.

If she wasn’t trying to set him up to be killed, she would have made sure his hard cock was always available and always hard.

She stepped in and moved behind him, running her hands over the firm meat of his ass. As she pressed her breasts against his back, she moved her right hand around and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Slowly and seductively, she began to jack his cock which caused him to moan softly.

“Now that’s what I call room service. I’ll have to talk to my secretary and have her book this hotel from now on,” Kevin said.

“Next time you’re in town Sir, bring her with you. I’m sure I can make her stay just as enjoyable,” Martina whispered as she planted soft kisses across his broad shoulder.

Kevin turned around and placed his hands on the sides of her face. She tilted her head up and accepted the soft kiss as she felt his tongue slide between her lips.

While one hand was jacking his hard cock the other was slowly massaging his heavy balls. He moaned into her open mouth when she ran her thumb quickly across the sensitive head.

“Jesus Martina, you’re the most erotic woman I’ve ever heard of. Veteran porn stars aren’t this hot,” Kevin said after breaking the sensuous kiss.

“There’s something you should be aware of Kevin. You’ve only had a taste of what I’m capable of. You could be with me through you’re whole deployment and still not experience every sexual thing I’ve done. That includes the normal vanilla sex and the sex acts that some people would find outrageous and perverted,” she told him and then sucked his nipple into her mouth.

“What’s some of the more outrageous things you’ve done?” he asked in a low voice.

“You’re not going to get those stories unless you tell me some too. I’ll answer that one but you have to tell me things in return, it’s only fair,” Martina told him as she continued jacking him.

“Oh God you have magic hands. What’s your first question?” he said.

“What happened when you went out the other night and came back needing a pick me up?”

“Martina, you know I can’t talk about the missions. It just isn’t done,” he moaned.

“My father is in the intelligence field, when he’s home he trusts me with some of it. If he has a problem with something, I can sometimes help him think it through. I can do the same for you with whatever happened,” Martina said.

“Ok you make a valid point. We lost one of the fire teams and one of them is missing. We all want to get him back but we were told to stand down. That’s all I can really say,” Kevin said and then kissed her hard.

After a few moments Martina broke the kiss and hugged him closely as if she was consoling him after a funeral. She did this so he wouldn’t see her smiling at the fact she just broke him. It only took a few days of fucking him silly. Now that he trusted her, her assignment just got a lot easier.

“I’m so very sorry for the loss of your friends Kevin, I really am. I have feelings for you and I don’t want to see you get hurt, I wouldn’t know what to do,” she told him as sincerely as she could.

“Don’t worry about me. Let’s just say I have some special talents that get me through the toughest of missions. Now it’s your turn to tell me something. What’s some of the nasty things you’ve done in the past?” Kevin asked trying to change the subject.

“Fair enough, but I warn you, don’t judge me or think badly of me. Who knows, with the feelings I have for you, you may get to try some of these things yourself if you ask me,” Martina told him.

“Trust me when I say, there are a lot of things about me that people would judge me for, and in some cases fear me. You don’t have to worry about me judging you,” he replied as he kissed her softly.

“I used to have a boyfriend and we got into some very crazy things. I got off on all sorts of stuff, like kneeling down in the bathtub and letting him use me as a toilet,” Martina told him as she looked at his face for a reaction.

“Ok — I guess I’m a little out of the loop on some stuff. What do you mean, use you as a toilet?” he asked, a little confused.

“I got my cunt off by letting him piss on my body, and I even let him do it once right in my mouth and face,” Martina said and then dropped to her knees and looked up at him.

“Holy shit, are you putting me on Martina?” Kevin asked in astonishment.

“Not so fast handsome, you don’t get to keep asking questions without answering some yourself,” she told him and then sank her lips down his hard cock.

“Oh damn that feels good. What’s your next question?” Kevin breathed.

“You said one of your teammates was missing. Was it anyone that I met through you?” she asked and then took his cock back in her mouth.

“You didn’t meet him, but I can only tell you that his name is Pete,” Kevin answered as he placed his hands on her bobbing head.

“Well I hope you find — Pete. Now it’s your turn to ask another one,” Martina told him as she jacked his dripping cock just above her face.

“Have you ever been with more than one guy at a time?” he asked.

“You know I’m willing to answer anything you want and tell you about myself. Your questions are pretty vanilla, but alright, yes. When I first got into town I found that club I took you and Dan to. It made me so fucking hot watching everyone.”

“I got up on stage and started rubbing my pussy. After a while men would come up and shoot off on my body and face, and then the other women would come up and lick it off. I ended up being gang banged by thirty men for over two hours,” Martina told him.

Kevin looked down at her in shock. How could she walk after being fucked, probably in every hole, for over two hours? He really hoped her next question wouldn’t be about his job, he was starting to feel uncomfortable about the information he’s already disclosed.

“My turn to ask one, my young fucking stud with a big fat cock. You still haven’t come out and specifically told me what really gets your cock hard. What would really set your rocks of Kevin? I don’t care what it is, I won’t judge you — you can trust me — sweetheart.”

“There is something that I have thought about ever since Kat was here,” Kevin said a little sheepishly.

Martina stood up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck.

“Oh goody now we’re getting somewhere. What was it, having two women at one time? Maybe it was sharing your hot fucking cum as we kissed each other,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

“Not really, it was — well — it made me pretty hot when I called her — um — a bitch,” he told her by avoided her eyes.

Martina beamed with pride, her husband would be proud of her on how fast it was to gain the trust of one of the worlds most elite fighting men. Now that she had her way in, there would be no secret safe from her. That is as long as he was alive, which hopefully wouldn’t be too much longer.

“Is that what you want to do to me? You can tell me my young lover; do you want to call me nasty names? Don’t look away Kevin, look into my eyes so I can see you as you answer me,” Martina said as the seductive tone dripped off her tongue.

“I think I’d enjoy that very much. I don’t like to be mean but it would fun to maybe just pretend to be mean, but I don’t want to say something that will hurt your feelings,” he told her.

“Kevin, that’s what’s nice about role playing. You get to act the part without really being like that. I find it erotic being a submissive sometimes, and sometimes I like to take a more dominant role like I did with Kat,” Martina said to him as he started to loosen up a little.

“I just didn’t want to sound like I was a pervert or something. I really, really like you and didn’t want you to think badly of me,” Kevin said as his cock dripped pre-cum onto the floor of the shower.

“You’re not a pervert Kevin, and as a matter of fact, I want you to call me all the names you can think of. The catch is, I want you to do it while you shove that fat cock of yours up my ass finally. I’ve been thinking about that for sometime now,” Martina replied as she reached for a bottle of baby oil on the shelf.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you Martina,” he said a little worried.

“Just go slow at first until I get used to it. After that you can let yourself go and fuck my ass as hard as you want, and call me any name you want. The nastier the name is, the harder I’ll cum, and I really want to cum so hard that my legs are weak,” she replied as she applied the baby oil to his cock.

“Ok, if you’re sure, you — bitch,” Kevin told her, still a little hesitant.

“You have a lot to learn about talking dirty, my young apprentice,” she said with a laugh.

Martina faced the back of the shower and grabbed onto the little bar that held the face cloths. Given the size of his cock she was going to need some support. She teased Kevin by doing a slow grinding motion with her hips as she looked back over her shoulder with smoldering eyes.

“Ready when you are Kevin,” she whispered.

“A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting, so here it comes,” he told her as he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her tight back door.

“I’m not a lady right now, I’m your fucking whore, and your whore needs her ass torn apart by that unholy cock you have,” she told him.

“I think I have the hang of it now. Why don’t you shut that fucking mouth of yours, the only thing it’s good for is sucking cock and pussy and drinking hot piss,” Kevin told her sternly.

“Why don’t you make me — you fucking weakling,” she said, egging him on.

“You’re going to regret that — cunt,” he growled back.

“Fuck off. I didn’t know they let little boys into the Seal teams. Why don’t you go and find a school girl who thinks that’s a big cock — peewee,” Martina continued.

With one hand on his cock and the other pulling her left check to the side, he pushed the first inch of his cock passed the ring of her asshole. Kevin could tell that it took an effect on her as her knuckles turned white on the bar and she lowered her head.

“Slowly Kevin, when you fuck someone in the ass, you have to go slow at first. Let me get used to it, then you go full speed,” she said in obvious discomfort.

Kevin pulled about half an inch out and then grabbed the baby oil. After squirting a large amount on the exposed skin he pushed forward making sure he pushed more meat into her rectum.

“You’re a quick learner Kevin, keep it up lover,” Martina told him.

Kevin repeated the procedure of oiling his cock and pushing further into her body. He couldn’t believe the amount of pressure that was surrounding just the first couple of inches. He wondered who was going to have more pain. Martina, who was breathing heavily, or him because of the vise like grip of her asshole.

It took a long time and a lot of baby oil to push the length of his cock deep within her bowels, but finally his balls rested upon her skin as he began to pull out an inch and then slowly push it back through the tight ring.

“How does it feel Martina, am I hurting you too much?” he asked.

“It feels like I have a baseball bat stuffed up my ass. Give me a moment to calm down baby, then you can take it,” she whimpered.

“We can stop when ever you want to Martina. I don’t want to hurt you — I…” Kevin started to say.

“Pull it half way out and then slam it back in. Let’s see if I’m ready,” she told him.

Kevin pulled half of his thick cock out and thought of her discomfort. He grabbed the baby oil and emptied it on his sensitive flesh. He grabbed her shapely hips and forced himself inside her quivering body.

“Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking God damn shit!” Martina screamed out.

“I should stop — fuck that’s tight — I’m hurting you,” Kevin said in a pleading kind of tone.

“Don’t you dare stop Kevin, keep going, do it again!” she yelled at him as she moved one hand down between her spread legs.

“Hang on — slut — here it comes,” Kevin told her in a commanding voice.

Kevin quickly slammed the entire length of his cock deeply into her ass. He heard Martina catch her breath as he repeated the act one more time.

“Oh — fuck yes — again God damn it — again!” she screamed out.

Kevin did just what she asked; he fucked her back door with a vengeance. Martina had one hand on the rack and he could tell it might break free from the force of the sex act. Kevin decided to take a chance with the woman he was growing very fond of.

He placed one arm around her stomach and effortlessly lifted her off the shower floor. With his other, he held the center of her back and picked up his pace.

“Oh my God — yeeeeesss, take it, make me yours forever,” Martina cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“That’s right, you’re mine slut and I’ll fuck you like I want!” he screamed back.

“Yeah, that it’s stud, claim your property. Own me you motherfucker!”

“I’m going…” Kevin screamed out as he pushed in and then pulled out.

“To…” Kevin pushed in again.

“Fucking…” he screamed one more time as he shoved in as hard as he could.

“Cuuuuuummmm,” he yelled as he shot rope after rope of hot scalding cream deep into her intestines.

Martina’s legs started to shake as she felt the creamy juice start to fill her anal passage. It was a good thing that he had her off the floor or she would have collapsed instantly as her own climax overwhelmed her bodily functions.

It was a strange sensation when, for the first time in her life, she actually started squirting all over her hand. The fact that she was doing something she had never done before was over shadowed when she lost control of her bladder and began pissing out a stream of golden fluid onto the shower floor.

“Holy — fucking — God — daaaaammmmnnn!” she screamed out for the entire world to hear as she ripped the towel rack off the back wall of the shower.

It was a good thing that Kevin’s reflexes were as fast as they were. He quickly wrapped his powerful arms around her and held her close as she twitched in his arms. He didn’t know if she was alright or not, she seemed to be holding her breath and she wouldn’t stop convulsing.

‘Oh my God I’ve killed her!” he thought

“Calm down Martina, stay with me baby,” he told her in a soft voice.

“I’m — oh my — I’m here — darling,” she said in a voice that only a person like Kevin could hear.

As he lifted her up, his cock dislodged from her ass and she groaned out in relief. Kevin quickly turned her in his arms so he could see her face, what he found astounded him. Her eyes were glazed over and the skin around her neck was bright red from cumming, or screaming. His last opinion was closer to the mark as he thought that the color came from not one, but both of them.

“I — I — don’t know — what — happen…” she tried to say.

“It’s ok Martina, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he said as he held her close to his body.

“I’ve never — that’s never…” she told him in a ragged voice.

“There’s one thing I want to tell you and — please — accept it for what it is,” Kevin said as he placed her unstable body down on the floor of the shower.

“Anything — just don’t — let me go — just yet,” she whispered.

“This will be the first time I’ve ever said this — to any woman. I love you,” he told her as he stroked the side of her face.

Martina had her face against his powerfully built chest and had a thought, just one supreme thought. ‘Game — set — match. He’s mine now.’

“I — I think — I love — I think I love you too,” she whispered and then kissed him deeply.

They would have continued to kiss each other if it wasn’t for one thing. Kevin’s pager was beeping and vibrating all over the table just outside the door.

“Kevin, there are two things I hate in this world. One of them is weak men, the other is that God damn pager of yours,” she said in an annoyed tone.

“This is the life you get when you date a United States Navy Seal,” he said as he stepped out of the shower.

Kevin grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as Martina stepped out of the shower on shaky legs.

“You ok Martina?” Kevin asked

“Yeah, I’ll live but it’s going to a while for my ass to close shut again. Just so you know, that was a first for me. I’ve never been held in the air, while I was being fucked,” she admitted while she dried her trembling body.

Kevin walked into the bedroom and picked up the pager. The number displayed was the duty office and thankfully not a recall code. He picked up the phone and found it was dead. He tapped the button on the cradle with no luck on bringing the phone to life.

“Hey Martina, this phones dead, is it ok if I check the one down stairs?” Kevin asked.

“Sure handsome, you can check out anything you want in this house. That includes the hot French woman in the upstairs bathroom,” Martina said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom.

“Depending on what the duty office wants, I might just take you up on that. Us young guys have strong recuperative powers when it comes to sex with hot French — whores,” Kevin told her.

“Well done, my young apprentice is learning at an accelerated rate,” she said and went back inside.

Kevin went down stairs and entered the living room. He found it exciting walking around in Martina’s place wearing nothing but a towel. He picked up the phone next to the couch and heard the dial tone, but just before he started to dial the number, there was a knock on the door. He hung up the phone and walked over to the door.

When he peered through the peephole he saw some type of repairman holding a clipboard. He made sure the security chain was in place and opened the door.

“Hi, can I help you?” Kevin said politely.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you Sir, we’re going around and letting everyone know that the phone lines are back up and we’re sorry for any inconvenience it might have caused. Would you mind if I come in and check that it works?”

“That won’t be necessary, I was just going to make a phone call and I got a dial tone,” Kevin told him.

“That’s great. Thanks for your time and sorry to disturb you,” the repairman said and turned to leave.

Kevin shut the door and went back to the phone. He dialed the number and in a moment the duty office picked up.

“Combined Joint Special Operations Duty Office, Petty Officer Franklin speaking, how can I help you?” a young woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, this Petty Officer Dvorska, I’m returning the page I just got,” he told her.

“Thank you Petty Officer Dvorska, Lieutenant Dawson is expecting your call. If you hold, I’ll put you through,” she replied.

“Thanks, I’ll wait,” Kevin said as he pulled the towel off and rubbed his wet hair. It took a few moments but soon he heard his team leader’s voice.

“Lieutenant Dawson,” Adam answered.

“Adam, this is Dvorska, you needed to talk to me?” Kevin said.

“Yeah Kev, I know we’ve been told to stand down but we have something brewing. We’ll be gone for a couple of days. Go ahead and report and I’ll fill everyone in, the others should be here within the hour. By the way, where are you right now?” Adam asked.

“Um — over at Martina’s. I didn’t think it would hurt, you said we were on stand down boss,” Kevin told him, hoping he wasn’t in trouble.

“I’m not pissed at you Kev. You just make sure you still have enough energy for your real job, and for God’s sake don’t get her pregnant,” Adam said.

“Don’t worry — Dad. Getting a girl pregnant would not be a real smart move on my part, trust me,” Kevin told him.

“She seems like a nice lady Kev, why don’t you tell her I’m taking the team up to Germany for a little R and R. Let her know we’ll be back in a few days, that way she won’t dump you for leaving all the time. I wouldn’t want her to miss you too much,” Adam told his point man.

“Me neither boss, she’d fuck me to death if she did,” he joked.

Kevin hung up the phone and went back upstairs to get dressed. Martina was slipping a light sundress over her head as he entered the room. If he didn’t have to go to work, he would have gladly went back to bed with her and stay there all day.

“Sorry Martina, L-tee is taking us all to Germany for a few day of relaxation. When the boss says jump, you start jumping. I guess you’re just going to have to do it alone for a few days till I get back,” he told her.

“Yeah right, you’re going to go there and find someone who’s a bigger slut than I am and I’ll never see you again,” Martina said with a little pout.

“I don’t think so, and besides it’s just going to be us guys getting drunk and trying to get over what happened,” he lied as he tossed the towel over the brass rail at the foot of the bed.

Kevin reached for his pants but before he could put them on, Martina dropped to her knees in front of him and took his limp cock in her mouth.

“Martina, I really don’t have time for this. Trust me when I tell you I really wish I could,” Kevin moaned out loud.

“Oh come on Kevin, just one more to keep me satisfied till you get back,” she pouted.

Martina took his now hard cock back into her mouth deeply. She knew Kevin liked it when she gagged as his cock slipped into her throat. She repeated the process as Kevin looked down at the beautiful black haired woman. She looked like a high paid whore with her lips obscenely stretched open because of his girth.

He was torn between his sense of duty and this woman’s magical mouth. He was a Navy Seal and his selection was easy, for him anyway. Kevin reached down and pulled Martina up to her feet. He could tell she was displeased with his choice.

“Damn it Kevin, it’s impolite to stop a woman from sucking cock when she is literally begging for her man to fill it with cum. Let me make it mind blowing for you so you’ll remember me while you’re gone. If you won’t shoot a load down my throat, I’ll let you use my mouth as a toilet,” Martina pleaded with him as she jacked his cock.

“I don’t know if I can get into watersports just yet, perhaps when I get back we can experiment with different things. It made me feel pretty special when you called me your man just then,” Kevin told her, and then kissed her deeply.

Martina returned the kiss with passion but never let go of Kevin’s cock. If he stayed there much longer he was never going to leave, so he broke the kiss and pushed her back softly.

“Ok you win,” Kevin said.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me hanging,” Martina said as she jumped on the bed in a classic doggie style position.

Kevin had other ideas when she was turned away from him. He quickly reached down and put his underwear and pants on. He got caught when Martina noticed too much time had passed and he still wasn’t on the bed with her.

“Oh you asshole, you tricked me to let go of your cock so you could get dressed,” Martina complained as she rolled over on the bed.

“Sorry lover — man I liked saying that — I knew it was the only way. I’ll be back before you know it,” he said and leaned down and kissed her quickly.

Kevin grabbed his shirt and slipped it on as he left the bedroom. Once he was outside of the house, he saw the base taxi coming around the corner. If he hurried he could hitch a ride and save himself the walk to the compound.

He flagged it down and the taxi pulled up next to him. As the van pulled away, he looked over at Martina’s house and thought of her lying on the bed pouting about getting tricked.

“Oh damn, I was so busy trying to get out of there that I forgot to tell her about the phone guy. Oh well, they work now so it’s not important,” he said quietly.

1400 hrs Special Operations Task Force briefing room.

Adam Dawson looked at his assembled fire team. He had taken part in a few covert operations that dealt with undercover work but this would be the first time he had to do it with just one other person. He started to second-guess his decision on taking Kevin with him. He was still very green and he got spooked when they found Bravo torn to pieces.

“Alright guys, this is the game plan. Myself and one other drive to Predjama castle posing as a National Geographic researcher and his trusted cameraman. We are to try and capture Valenta again but with a more subtle touch. As an added bonus Hawkins is giving us a chance to look around for any clues as to what happened to Pete Newman,” Adam told his team.

“Well if you’re looking for volunteers, I’ll go L-tee. I can be good slave, yessa I sure can mas’er,” Carl said in a totally unbelievable southern slave accent.

“Sorry Werner, we have to be discrete on this one and since you’re black, you’d stand out like a whore in church. Besides to go along with that idea you’d have to have fresh whip marks on your back — not that the idea hasn’t crossed my mind though,” Dawson said with a smile.

“Ha, ha, very funny mas’er,” Carl shot back.

When the team finally settled down from laughing at Carl after being bitch slapped by the L-tee, Adam looked straight at his team Chief, Bob Holiday.

They want me to take you Bob. What’s your thoughts on it?” Dawson asked.

“Well if it was my team and my call, I’d take Dvorska. He’s more than capable of pulling off the snatch with you and if I was going to look for Pete — you’re damn skippy I’d have him with me. That is if it was my team and my call Adam.

“That’s pretty much what I told them too, thanks Bob,” he replied and then looked at his point man.

“What do you say Kev, feel like taking a road trip?” Dawson asked him.

“Yes Sir, I feel…” but stopped short as he remembered their first encounter in his office.

“Since you ripped my ass about how I — feel — last time, I’ll just say sure Adam sounds fun,” Kevin replied as the whole team broke up laughing again.

“Ok it’s settled, Kevin and I are undercover, Bob you take the rest of the team in when we call for a pick up. If you need extra help pull them out of Miller’s squad. We head out at 0400 with a car rented off base. Bob, see to it that we have the special luggage and Kevin you check on the papers and the cameras, make sure you know how to work them really well,” he told them.

Fire team Alpha stood up and filed out of the room to gather the required gear. Adam pulled Bob Holiday away from the others and when they were safely out of the room, he locked the door behind them.

“You got anything on what we discussed last night?” Dawson asked him.

“Nothing much yet, I have someone doing the background on her and the phone is done. It was pretty funny Adam. When our guy went to do the sound check, Dvorska answered the door and wouldn’t let him in. The damn kid did it for us when he called you,” Bob told him.

“I sort of figured he’d be there, I hope Martina left him enough strength to do the op. Between you and me I bet that girl is a real tiger in the sack,” Adam said.

“Hell if she checks out clean, I might just have to try to steal her away from the rookie and show her what a real man can do,” he told his team leader.

“Oh you mean like me,” Dawson said.

“Whatever — just do me a favor and bring Pete home,” Bob replied and then left to join the others.

Kevin Dvorska was in the map room gathering everything he could on the town and the surrounding area. He had a large stack of maps and photos on the table so he slung the cameras over his shoulder and placed all the travel documents and identification on top. Once he had his load cradled in his arms he opened the door and walked out.

He had a few hours to study and memorize most of the Intel on the area. It wouldn’t be wise to take a lot maps with him so he had to commit them to memory and then get some sleep for the drive in. This was currently on his mind as he rounded a corner in the hallway.

Suddenly there was a startled scream as he collided with someone and dropped most of his stack of papers. When he looked down, he saw Kat lying on the gleaming tiled hallway with his papers mixed in with her cleaning equipment.

“Kat, I’m sorry I didn’t see you. Are you ok; you’re not hurt are you?” Kevin asked with concern.

“Oh hi — um — Kevin right? I’m fine, it happens from time to time around here,” she replied as she started separating his Intel from her cleaning equipment.

When Kevin saw that she could see his maps and satellite photos, he quickly began scooping up all the papers so she couldn’t get a long look at them. But then again, she was just a cleaning lady and probably wouldn’t know what the hell she was looking at anyway.

“I really am sorry about running into you like that. I should be more careful when I’m walking around here. Maybe I can buy you a drink sometime to make up for it,” Kevin said trying to draw her attention to him.

“Sure, that’s sounds nice. I really like the enlisted club on base. You could buy me a beer there tonight if you want,” she said as she stood up and placed her spray bottles back in her cart.

“Um — maybe not tonight, my L-tee is taking us all up to Germany for a little rest and relaxation. When we get back it’s a deal,” he said as he held the large stack of documents closely.

“Ok I’ll take a rain check, but you owe me two for having to wait,” she told him.

When he looked closely enough he saw she had a small mark on her right cheek. At first he thought he actually hurt her, but it didn’t look like a fresh injury.

“What happened to your cheek? Did I do that, oh man, I really feel bad now,” he said apologetically.

“Like I said earlier, it happens sometimes around here Kevin. I’ll be fine, but you still owe me a few beers later,” she told him as she pushed her cart around the corner and disappeared.

Kevin continued on down the hall to the briefing room where he would have some room to spread everything out. It was going to be a long afternoon but he had to make sure he was prepared to go in the morning. He was pretty proud of himself that Adam Dawson put so much faith in his abilities.

Then a cold chill ran down his spine as he remembered what had taken Bravo squad out. If there was a chance to look for the missing Seal, more than likely he would go up against someone very dangerous. Someone who was comfortable changing into one of the most perfect killing instruments since the age of the dinosaur.


Kat sat alone in the housekeeping office as she contemplated on weather or not to call Martina. She didn’t believe the story of going to Germany, not with the amount of maps and satellite photos he was carrying. She noticed one of the photos had a tag on it that read Predjama castle and some photos of a man she didn’t recognize.

Kat knew she had to let Martina know, but after being reprimand for trying to help, she didn’t know if she could keep this up anymore. No matter what she did, it was never good enough for her and she didn’t understand why Martina was so interested in this Seal team. She finally decided to give her the information, because she really didn’t want backhanded again.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number. After letting it ring for two full minutes, she hung the phone up and sighed. Just then her supervisor came in and looked sternly at her.

“Shouldn’t you be taking care of the floors in the east wing?” she asked.

“Yes Sir, I was just taking a break and getting something to drink,” Kat told her.

She quickly got up and grabbed her cart. It really would not be a good idea to get fired. Martina would really be pissed off then, and a backhand would be the least of her problems. Kat could try again in a few hours or after she got off work.

0330 rear parking lot of the Seal compound.

Kevin had just finished putting the last of his luggage in the trunk of the Fiat sedan when Bob Holiday and Adam Dawson walked out with the rest of the gear. Adam had a duffle bag of clothes and Bob was carrying two large black suitcases.

The Lieutenant threw his back in and grabbed one of the heavy suitcases from his team Chief.

“Come here Kev, I want to go over this gear with you before we head out,” Adam said.

When Dawson opened the suitcases Kevin saw pictures of castles all over Europe. There were also numerous folders stuffed with papers, and he assumed they were notes about the castles they supposedly visited.

“I put all this stuff together yesterday afternoon, just in case. What you need to be aware of is what’s underneath,” he said.

Dawson pushed the hidden catch on the handle and lifted the lid on the false bottom. Kevin saw two disassembled silenced MP5 sub machine guns and twenty extra magazines neatly secured in their respective cutouts. Kevin had seen a lot of the equipment that Seals normally had at their disposal, but this was the first time he’d seen something like this.

“Let me guess L-tee, you didn’t pick this up at Sears did you?” Kevin joked.

“We don’t usually carry this type of luggage; we got this stuff on loan from Johansson. The other one has a M14 with the starlight scope. If we get stopped for any reason then the cops will just see the research stuff,” he told Kevin.

“What about our backups?” Kevin asked.

“There’s a 9mm Sig Sauer under each of our seats,” he told him as he closed the suitcase and loaded it into the trunk with the other one.

Bob came around put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder.

Listen up Kev. Ever since I saw you in the woods back at home, you’ve impressed the hell out of me. I’ve been with the teams almost twenty years now and believe me when I tell you this. I’ve never seen anyone one with your abilities — ever,” Bob said.

“Thanks Bob, that means a lot coming from someone with your experience. I’ll try not to fuck up and let you down,” Kevin said as he shook his hand.

“Trust me Kev, you fuck up and Bob will be the least of your worries. Here’s the key, you’re driving,” Dawson told him.

“Hey why do I have to drive L-tee?” he asked.

“Because you’re the point man stupid, you’re job in life is to get the team to any given point. Since I’m the team on this one, you get me to the stupid castle,” Adam said with a smile.

“Oh I thought it was because you outrank me — Sir,” Kevin replied.

“Yeah that to, now let’s get a move on. When I give you a call Bob, don’t stop to smell the roses on your way in,” Adam said and then climbed in the sedan with Kevin.

Bob Holiday watched as the two Navy Seals pulled out of the parking lot and started the drive to Predjama castle. It wasn’t normal for just two operators to go out on a mission with their backup hours away. He thought about the young Seal who was driving the car. If he could use that unique gift of his and keep his cool, it shouldn’t be too long before he got a call to pick up his two friends.

Bob turned to go back inside the compound and get some sleep. He would stay there around the clock until this mission was complete and everyone was safely home. When the door shut closed the other person who was watching the car drive away emerged from the shadows. Kat knew she was correct about the Germany trip but she hadn’t been able to get in contact with Martina. She turned around and went back into the shadows. She needed to keep trying to reach Martina.

Meanwhile across town, Martina stepped through the curtain that led to the dimly lit stage and couches. She noticed the elderly couple was once again seated in the front and watching two young males in a sixty-nine position. It appeared that the wife was enjoying it more than her husband was as she pushed a small vibrator against her clit.

Martina felt sorry for him a little bit. Most of the shows that happened on stage were always hot and everyone enjoyed them so she went over to sit next to him.

“How’s it going tonight? You look like you could use some excitement,” she said.

“Sure, how about a blowjob?” he asked.

“I’ve been here before and I know what you like. Why don’t you try it again,” Martina told him seductively.

“Oh, in that case, sure I could use some excitement. Take your top off so I can see those tits of yours, and then get Daddy’s cock in your mouth and suck me off you little bitch,” he ordered her.

While Martina was busy taking care of the request, she had no idea that at that very moment her phone was ringing off the hook back at her house. When she finally took the old man’s cock in her mouth she wondered if Kevin was busy in Germany getting the same wonderful blowjob from someone else. She’d have to ask him when the team returned to Aviano.

0510 hrs 5 kilometers from the border of Slovenia.

Adam Dawson kept checking the map against the distance signs along the side of the road. If they were correct they should make the castle within the hour. According to his briefing from Johansson the tours would start at 7, so they had plenty of time to talk with this operative before she had to go to work.

“Looks like you’re doing pretty good Kev. We’re right on time so we can meet up with the CIA chick before she starts her tours,” Adam told him.

“Thanks Boss. Are you sure you don’t want to sit in the back? I can put a little hat on, open your door for you,” Kevin joked.

“If I wanted that, I would have brought Carl with me. I brought you because of your uncanny senses. By the way — humor isn’t one of them,” Adam shot back.

The two Seals came upon a straight stretch of road — finally. Most of the time it was, get up to speed and then slow down for another curve. Kevin looked down the road, and even though it was still dark out, he could make out a small building up ahead. Those uncanny senses that his team leader prided him on just kicked up into high gear.

“We’ve got trouble up ahead Adam,” Kevin said, and then sat up in his seat a little straighter.

“I can’t make it out from here, but if the map is right it’s the border of Slovenia. Johansson didn’t say anything about security check points this far North,” Adam complained.

“Ok so what’s the game plan here Boss? We take them out and everybody and their brother will be looking for us,” Kevin asked.

“We don’t do jack shit if we can help it. We’re just a documentary team — that’s all. We really can’t pull the Sig’s out if it turns bad. How’s your hand to hand training?” Dawson said.

“Let’s put it this way — better than yours,” Kevin told him.

The Fiat sedan slowed down and came to a stop just in front of the long red striped pole that blocked the road. A uniformed man walked up and tapped on the window. He wasn’t smiling and it appeared he was military and not a regular cop.

When Kevin rolled down the window, he said something that they couldn’t understand. When he said it again Kevin handed him his travel papers and his passport. The soldier looked at Adam and repeated his request, which Adam instantly complied.

He looked over both sets of papers and then looked in at Adam who was older and more than likely the one to do the talking.

“You two are American? You are a long way from home are you not,” he said.

“Good morning Sir. We are a long way from home, and this is our last stop before we get to head back to the states. We’re with National Geographic. We’re doing a documentary on ancient castles of Europe. We were just on our way from Rome and going to someplace called Predjama,” Adam said with a smile.

The soldier did not return his smile as he stared at Kevin and then back to Adam. After a few tense moments of silence he stepped back from the car as another armed soldier stepped out of the small guard shack.

“Please if you would, step out of the vehicle and move to the rear of the car,” he ordered.

The two Seals opened the doors and moved to the back of the now dusty car. Adam was concerned but not overly just yet. The one good thing about the two of them is they weren’t nervous. If they were, they would have pulled the bolt back on their weapons.

“So your name is Dawson Adam is that correct?” the guard asked.

“Yes Sir Adam Dawson, that’s me. I’m a TV producer with National Geographic, I make documentaries about different subjects,” he said.

“And you’re last name is Dvorska. That sounds Serbian to me,” he said to Kevin.

“Serbian, no way Sir. My grandparents immigrated from Poland just before the Germans attacked. I’m his cameraman and butler,” he lied.

Kevin moved in a little closer to him.

“You should know that Mr. Dawson is very famous in TV. He makes normal people stars overnight. So I kind of have to suck up to him — if you know what I mean,” Kevin whispered.

“Famous? Who has he made famous?” the guard asked as the other one approached.

“You two may not be aware of this but, have you ever heard of Sylvester Stallone?” Kevin asked.

“Do you mean that one guy from Rocky movie?” he asked as he looked at his partner.

“That’s the guy. He actually got his start as a cameraman for Mr. Dawson here. I’m trying to tell you he makes people famous.”

“Oh wow, we are sorry for stopping you Mr. Dawson we had no idea who you were,” he said.

“That’s alright gentlemen, you couldn’t have known. I try to keep a low profile when I’m outside of my mansion. Hey I got a great idea for the story, if you two would like to help,” Adam told them.

“What — us?” the military guard asked excitedly.

“Sure guys you look like you have a lot of potential for TV. Kevin why don’t you get your camera and get some shots of these two warriors,” Adam told him.

Kevin went opened the trunk and got his video camera out. When he looked back up, Adam had his hands up pretending to find their best side. When he finally had the shot he wanted he positioned their weapons in front of them and then stepped back.

Kevin began filming them from different angles and then let the video camera down and started snapping stills of them. After about 20 different shots Adam went up to Kevin and asked for the camera.

“All right guys, I really want to get some action shots of you. Why don’t you put Kevin spread eagle against the car and pretend to search him,” Adam directed them.

The senior guard placed Kevin against the car and started patting him down as the other pointed his weapon at the young Seal.

“Great, great, you guys look so real. I bet you two are really high up in your military,” Adam egged them on.

“Um — well — yes, yes we are. We are better than those Navy Seals your country is so proud of,” the guard boasted.

“Oh wow that’s amazing! You hear that Kevin, they’re better than Seals!” Dawson exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s amazing Mr. Dawson,” Kevin said sarcastically.

“Ok guys, that’s enough shots here we really should get going to Predjama. Kevin why don’t you get a few of my business cards out and give them each one,” he told his point man.

“Um — I forgot to pack your cards Mr. Dawson, sorry,” he told him.

“Haha, I guess you will be watching us in the movies Dvorska,” he said as they laughed at him.

The two Seals got in the Sedan and headed off towards their destination. When they were safely out of sight, Kevin reached over and shoved Dawson up against the passenger door.

“Hey what was that for Dvorska,” he said with a laugh.

“Gee I don’t know L-tee, it could be because I just got patted down by probably the two dumbest geeks in Slovenia,” he told him.

“Take it easy Kevin. That’s how it’s done when you do undercover shit. Besides, you’re the one who started it with that Sylvester Stallone shit. Next time don’t forget my business cards, idiot.”

There was a brief silence and then both Navy Seals busted up laughing. Kevin tried to pick up the pass due to the lengthy stop at the checkpoint but Dawson slowed him down. They made it past one checkpoint and didn’t need any more unwanted attention.

It was seven in the morning before they finally made it to the outskirts of Predjama. Kevin pulled off to the side of the road atop a small rise in the terrain overlooking the town. When the got out, Kevin grabbed a camera with a telephoto lens and snapped a few pictures of the town. He didn’t really care about the pictures it was the zoom capability he needed as he searched the area for any sign of Radovan Valenta.

Adam Dawson joined him in the search using a large pair of binoculars. Although there were people milling about in town, there was no sign of their intended target. He did notice however that there were a few people around the front of Predjama castle.

“Hey Kevin, check out the castle. It looks like we might have to jump straight into one of the tours,” Adam told him.

“I can’t really make out any details of the people from here Boss, but yeah it looks maybe the start of a tour,” Kevin replied as he adjusted the settings of his lens.

“Ok Seal, lets get going. Remember our game plan and stay in character as long as other people are around,” Adam said as he climbed back in the Sedan.


Martina heard the banging on the front door and slowly crawled out of bed. She only had a few hours of sleep so who ever it was better have a damn good reason for trying to knock the front door down. When she finally made it down stairs and opened the door she saw a very pissed off Katharine looking at her.

“Jesus Kat, I just got to bed. What the hell is so important?” she asked harshly.

“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since yesterday afternoon,” Kat replied as she walked past Martina roughly.

“Kevin left so I went out and enjoyed myself, not that I have to answer to you.”

“That’s why I’ve been trying to reach you. Kevin and his Lieutenant left,” she told her.

“I know Dawson took his team to Germany to get away for awhile,” she replied.

“It wasn’t Germany, and it wasn’t his team. Kevin ran into me in the compound and dropped a bunch of maps and photos of Predjama Slovenia. Him and his team leader loaded up a sedan and took off around four this morning. I think their headed to Predjama without the rest of the team,” Kat told her.

“Holy fucking shit! That motherfucker tricked me!” Martina screamed as she jumped towards the phone.

Martina quickly dialed the number for her husband’s office and waited. When the young female answered, Martina knew he was still gone.

“Where is he God damn it! I need to talk to him,” she screamed into the phone.

“Martina I’m sorry, he is still in Predjama, but if it’s important I can get a message to him,” she said quickly.

“You’re right about that you little bitch, it is important. Kevin Dvorska and his team leader, Adam Dawson are in Predjama as we speak. I don’t care if you have to whore yourself out to the whole Army, but get that fucking message to him — now!” Martina said rudely and slammed the phone down.

“I hope my husband kills that son of a bitch slowly while his fucking back stabbing officer watches,” Martina whispered as her whole body shook with anger.

Dvorska house, Galveston Texas.

Luka Dvorska was busy washing the vegetables off in the kitchen sink when he heard his wife cry out in the other room. He quickly dropped them and ran to the living room. He found his wife of thirty-three years lying on the floor clutching her chest in panic.

“Beth, what it is, what happened?” Luka said as he cradled his wife in his arms.

“Oh my God, Luka, don’t — don’t let it happen — please don’t,” she said in a weak voice.

“I don’t understand Beth, don’t let what happen — what’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked her.

“Kevin, he’s — he’s in danger,” she gasped.

“Beth, trust me, Kevin is a Navy Seal, and he’s not in danger. Now please, what happened?” he said as he tried to calm her down.

“Kevin — he’s in trouble, you have to help him Luka — please, he’s your son,” Beth tried to say.

“I will, I’ll help him, but I still don’t know what you’re talking about Beth,” Luka said as he stroked her wet matted hair.

“Luka — oh my God — Luka you have to do something,” Beth whimpered.

“I swear to all mighty God and Heaven I’ll help him but you are making no sense at all Beth,” Luka pleaded with her.

“I fell asleep and I had a dream about Kevin. Oh my love, it was so real,” she said softly.

“Ok then, it was just a dream. You’re here in Texas and everything is fine, and so is Kevin. You just had a bad dream, but trust me, Kevin is just fine,” he said, trying to console her.

“It’s just that the castle he was in was so scary,” Beth told her husband.

“I don’t get it Beth, what castle?” he asked her.

“I don’t know Luka. It was a large castle built into a large cliff,” she told him.

“What did you just say?” he asked in an astonished voice.

“I said he was in a castle, but the scary thing was the cave entrance,” she told him as she snuggled closer.

Luka Dvorska had one image in his mind as he wife talked to him. There was no way Kevin could ever be there, the odds were too great.

“What about the cave baby, tell me about the cave entrance,” he told her.

“Oh my dear, it was so creepy. It was an entrance to a cave next to a castle and I saw a wolf’s head guarding it. It was like something out of a movie or something. My baby boy was in a fight with another — wolf — and he couldn’t fight him off. My God, my baby!” she said as she collapsed in his arms.

“It’s ok Beth, its ok, just calm down. Kevin is just fine and I’m sure he is nowhere near any such castle. You just had a bad dream about your son, now just calm down and tell me more about this castle,” Luka said as he held her close.

“It was beautiful Luka, large and majestic, but that damn cave entrance,” she said.

Luka Dvorska didn’t need any more information on the castle, he already knew what his wife was talking about. His mother Marta had described it in vivid detail the day she told him what he really was. She told him about Baldomr and Nevanka, and how the ‘gift’ was passed on from generation to generation. The place was known as…

“Oh Luka, it was so real. I’ve never had such a vivid dream before and I’ve never heard the name Predjama. Have you Luka?” she told her husband as he shivered for the first time with fear.


Kevin Dvorska and Adam Dawson pulled up in front of Predjama castle and were immediately awe struck with the architectural design. Here was a castle that actually used the southern face of a cliff as the back of the impressive fortress. Dawson thought who ever came up with this idea was a fucking genius.

“No matter what happens, stick with the game plan. You ready for this Kevin?” Adam asked.

“As long as you don’t have me patted down again, I think I can handle it Boss,”

They stepped out of the car and looked up to the top of the massive structure. Kevin couldn’t help but take a picture for his own collection of photos. Then he remembered what he was really here for and began snapping photos of the small group of people that were gathered at the entrance. They both turned when they heard a woman’s voice addressing the group.

“Good Morning everyone, welcome to Predjama castle, my name is Kristine and I’ll be your guide this morning,” she said.

Kevin saw the lovely woman and immediately thought of Martina. If he didn’t have feelings for her, he would have put the full court press on the CIA operative. Adam didn’t have that problem as his mouth opened in a silent gasp.

“If you’ll forgive me for just one moment ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to say hello to our special guests,” Kristine said as she pointed towards the two Seals who were walking towards her.

“Hello Gentlemen. I assume you two are the ones I’ve been expecting,” Kristine said and then extended her hand.

“Hi, I’m Adam Dawson with National Geographic and this is my assistant and cameraman Kevin Dvorska. It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms….” Adam replied as he shook her hand.

“Duka, Kristine Duka, but please call me Kristine. I was expecting you earlier this morning, I hope you didn’t have trouble finding the town,” she said with a gleaming smile.

Adam Dawson noticed one distinct thing about her; she never took her sparkling blue eyes off his as he pulled his hand back. When she finally looked over at Kevin, she caught her breath as she looked at him.

“Um — sorry, what — what was your name again?” she stuttered.

“Kevin Dvorska, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” he said with a puzzled look.

“Um — no, it’s just…” she started to say.

“Kristine, I think the tour group is waiting for you,” Adam said.

The two Seals followed her back to the group and as they did Adam gave his point man a quizzical look. Kevin shrugged his shoulders indicating that he had no idea what her problem with him was. Kristine stopped in front of the group and took a deep breath.

“I do apologize for the delay everyone. First I would like to introduce Mr. Adam Dawson from National Geographic, and with him is — Mr. Kevin Dvorska. He will be taking pictures of the tour group today so hopefully some of you will be in the documentary,” Kristine said.

As Kristine Duka turned to enter the castle, her shoulder length auburn hair swished with such style and grace that Adam felt his crotch throb. Her shapely hourglass figure seemed to glide across the floor like a spirit.

“Ok everyone, a few things I have to let you know about today before the tour officially starts. This is the main foyer of the castle and as you can see, the rooms are open for your viewing pleasure. There will be a few rooms that have red ropes in front of them that you will not be able to enter. But please, do not let that stop you from taking as many pictures as you like,” she told the group.

“Also I will be talking about the castle’s long and distinguished history from as far back as 1274, so if I need to speak up for anyone please let me know. Also if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me,” she told them as she started the tour.

As the tour went on, Adam pretended to be interested in the history of the castle as Kevin snapped away feverishly. Kristine was very informative, and to her credit, had extensive knowledge of the place. He knew from the briefing back at the compound that she grew up here but she definitely knew what she was talking about.

“Now this ladies and gentlemen is one of two special entrances that the occupants of Predjama castle took great pride in,” she told the group as she opened a large floral painting.

Kevin took a picture of the medium sized opening with a red rope in front of it. It appeared to be rock but that couldn’t be right.

“Predjama castle was not only built into the face of the cliff but the architect saw to it that the caves were combined into the design. They have been used as an added shelter, a party area, and in one case in the 15th century this one was used as an escape route for Knight Erazem Lueger when the castle was under siege. This particular entrance leads to a small river about five kilometers north of here,” Kristine said with a small bit of delight.

“Um — excuse me Kristine, you said there were two of these cave entrances. Where is the other one?” Kevin asked.

“Actually it’s in the front of the castle, off to one side. I usually save that one for the end of the tour because of the unique rock formation around the entrance,” she told him.

“I should let everyone know something that I should have told you at the beginning of the tour. Predjama castle is one of the top ten haunted castles in Europe. Now I have actually stayed in the castle and I can assure you that you might see or hear things as we go along, but please don’t be alarmed,” Kristine added and then looked right at Kevin.

“I don’t think Baldomr Purgstall or his wife Nevanka mean any harm,” she said in a softer voice.

Kevin suddenly had a cold chill overtake his entire body as he heard the name — Baldomr Purgstall. His grandmother Marta had mentioned that name about six times before her death. She deemed it necessary to instill the family lineage into his memory at every chance.

Kevin knew it was no coincidence that she stared right at him as she spoke the name. The cold chill was suddenly replaced with fear. Did she know about him? Did she know that he was a werewolf, a monster capable of killing a human being within seconds? Now he understood why she acted so funny when they first met.

“Um — excuse me Miss. Can you elaborate on this Baldomr person?” a woman asked from the group.

“Why yes, Baldomr and Nevanka Purgstall were the last known inhabitants of Predjama Castle. It is rumored that Nevanka’s first husband was killed by a pack of wolves and she soon married Baldomr. The town’s people said the he had something to do with it, but no proof was ever found.”

“Why do guys like watching girls go down on each other?” Becky asked.

The pretty blonde curled against her husband on the couch in their darkened living room. Her long bare legs were folded underneath her, and she wore a lacy blue nightie, just tight enough to show off her small but firm breasts. Her hand stroked her husband, Doug’s, upper thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants, while his hand brushed distractedly against the curve of her arm. Doug’s eyes were fixed unashamedly at their large TV and the image of two young porn starlets on the screen.

“I don’t know,” Doug replied with a chuckle, “it just looks really hot.”

“I guess,” Becky said, trying to sound dubious despite the warmth growing between her legs.

On the screen, a large-breasted brunette lowered her face between the legs of a perky blonde. The blonde moaned and writhed as the brunette’s tongue lapped furiously at her pussy. The camera looked down the length of the blonde’s body, the brunette’s dark hair a striking contrast to her fair skin, her eyes looking up from between the other woman’s legs. Becky felt her nipples hardening and warmth spreading between her legs. Her hips rocked slightly. She thought vaguely that the brunette’s hair should be curly and her eyes shockingly blue.

“So,” Doug asked his wife in a husky voice, “did you ever eat pussy?”

“What?!” Becky jumped slightly, then smiled vaguely at her husband, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

“Well,” Doug said, cupping his wife’s breast, “they say lots of women experiment in college…”

Becky flushed, images of dark curly hair, bright blue eyes and full round breasts briefly flooding up from her memory.

“Would that turn you on?” Becky asked, trying to regain her equilibrium. “The thought of your wife in bed with a hot college coed?”

“Fuck yeah,” Doug grinned at her.

Becky slid her hand up Doug’s thigh, cupping the hard bulge between his legs.

“Oooo,” she purred, “I guess it does turn you on.”

“Yeah.” Doug squeezed her breast. “Did you?”

“Did I?” Becky sighed, pulling his sweats down far enough to free his engorged dick. “What do you think… me with another woman… in the shower… naked… soapy… wet!”

Doug groaned and Becky slid off the couch, sinking to her knees between his legs.

“Our hands caressing each other’s firm, young college breasts,” Becky breathed, lowering her head until her lips nearly brushed his tip.

Doug stared down at his wife, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“Me kneeling in front of her,” Becky purred. “Licking her…”

Becky’s tongue flicked up the length of Doug’s hard shaft.

“Eating… her…”

Becky’s mouth sank down, swallowing him deep. Slowly, sensuously, she moved her head up and down on her husband’s hard shaft. Doug groaned desperately. His hands tangled in her hair and he fought against the urge to grab her head and force it down deeper and harder.

Becky’s tongue swirled around Doug’s dick. She lapped wildly at the head, then took him again deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head passionately. Her hands slid down between her own thighs, fingers flickering madly over her desperate clit. She moaned, muffled around her husband’s cock. Doug gave a guttural groan in reply, his hips rocking as he thrust into his wife’s face.

Suddenly, Becky pulled her mouth off his shaft. Doug gasped as Becky leap to her feet.

“Fuck me,” she cried, her voice thick with lust. “I want you in me, right now.”

Tugging franticly, Becky pulled her nightie up over her head and tossed it aside. Doug reached out to her, but she planted her hands firmly on his shoulders and pushed him back down. Throwing her legs around his hips, she sank down over him.

Doug looked startled at his wife’s sudden, wild passion. He simply stared, amazed, as she seized his dick and lined it up between her legs. She lowered herself slightly, the tip of his shaft pressing against her wetness. Then she drove herself down, forcefully impaling herself on his hard member. They both cried out together at the impact of their bodies.

“Fuck me,” Becky growled, grinding her hips against him. “Fuck me!”

Doug grabbed her hips and started to thrust, ragged and unfocused at first but quickly finding his rhythm. Becky bounced and grunted with each thrust, her small breasts bouncing.

“Yes… yes… fuck me,” she moaned. “Yes… fuck me… fill me…”

“Oh God,” Doug groaned, then suddenly, “Did you?”

“Fuck… did I?… what?” Becky grunted.

“Eat pussy,” Doug growled as he drove himself into his wife. “Did you… eat… pussy?”

“YES!” Becky shouted, “YES… I ATE… HER PUSSY!”

Doug stopped suddenly, staring. Becky, wild, out of control and oblivious to her husband’s shocked expression, continued to bounce passionately on his dick.

“I ate her pussy,” Becky moaned, “I sucked… on her… big tits… oh god… I slapped… her gorgeous… ass… I came… on her… uuugghhh… face… I ate…. I ate… I ATE HER PUSSY! OOOHHH GODS! YES… YES… YES!”

Becky spasmed, her entire body bending back in a quivering arch as the most immense orgasm Doug had ever witnessed overwhelmed her. Doug shuddered under her, his mind swimming while his body thrust and jerked involuntarily. He grunted and felt a torrent of semen rush out of him. His eyes closed as his own orgasm washed away his shock.

Slowly, Becky sank into Doug’s arms, and for a while they sat, joined together on the couch. Eventually, Becky lifted herself off her husband’s shrinking shaft and curled against him, burying her face in his shoulder.

“Wow,” Doug said after a time.

Becky made a tiny, uncertain noise into his shoulder.

“That was… wow,” Doug said again.

“Ummm” Becky said, lifting her head slightly. She had no idea what might happen. She had never told him about some of things that had happened in college. Never told him about… her… or any of the things that had happened with her. What will he think of me, she wondered.

“Really?” he said finally.

“Yes,” Becky whispered weakly, her face red. “It was in college…”

“What was her name?” Doug asked suddenly.

Becky stared for a moment.

“Liz,” she said after a long pause. “Her name was Liz.”

“Thank you, Liz,” Doug said with a grin.

He kissed his wife and rose quickly, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.


Much later that night, while Doug lay sleeping, Becky sat quietly at their computer, staring at the tiny pictures on the blue and white web page. One tiny picture in particular… the same curly brown hair, the same bright blue eyes…

Slowly, wondering where it might lead, she clicked on the icon. “Send Friend Request.”

Party Girls

With school finished, certain parents went on vacation, leaving both their kids and homes available for the ultimate summer partying.

Hayley Masters had parents who were independently wealthy, and traveled the world every summer. With Hayley having just turned eighteen, they allowed her to remain home when they flew off to Greece.

Further, they left her with a brand new spanking red Corvette.

She had just picked me up, and we were tooling along the highway doing 95 with nary a trooper in sight when she popped the question.

“When are we gonna fuck, Bree?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Hayley.”

“Bullshit, you’ve been busy humping that woman over on Elm Street. Everybody knows it.”

“Everybody knows shit,” I replied, following my rule never to discuss my women.

“C’mon, Bree, you’re the talk of the school. All the girls trade stories about you.”

With that she let one hand leave the wheel and lightly scratched my thigh. I laughed and brought her hand onto my rising boner.

“OH!” she barked, and momentarily lost control of the Corvette.

“Watch what the fuck you’re doing, Hayley!”

“Sorry … wanna go to may place?”

“Anyone home?”

“No, the maid comes by tomorrow to clean and stuff.”

“Okay then. By the way, I’m fresh out of rubbers, got any?”

“There must be a gross or two in my father’s room.”

“It’s nice to be prepared. Does he have any other niceties around?”

“Ton’s of shit.”

“You mean grass?”

“That and lots of other shit.”

Great, let’s get it on.”


Hayley was naked. Her dark skin glistened with sweat as she stretched out on the bed and pushed my head away from her crotch.

“Stop, please…” she laughed, weakly. I’d learned quickly enough that she loved oral; could come repeatedly, and was now sitting in a puddle of her own juices. I got up and found a towel to put under her ass, and then tied her wrists to the headboard, and dove down between her thighs again.

I stayed there for a long time, listening to her shrieks and repeated climaxes, marveling at the fact that we were alone in the vastness of her home. She had told me it was over 10,000 square feet, not counting the guest house on the other side of the pool.

I found her to be excessively clean. Perhaps she was the cleanest girl/woman I’d ever been with. Maybe she was neurotic about her over-washing, trimming, shaving and deodorizing, but it was no skin off my ass, so why object?

Whatever Hayley thinks about her cleanliness’, I personally found her a delicious morsel.

I took another little lick, off the tip of her labia, now swollen and sticking out like little pink muffins.

Hayley moaned, and then said pleadingly. “Let me go.”


She giggled. “I need to pee.”

That made me laugh along with her, but I didn’t relent. “What will you give me if I let you go?”

“Oh, you know I’ll give you anything sweetie,” she purred.

I sat astride her, my boner and balls resting against her soft warm belly, and reached for her wrists, tied with a red silk sash knotted into a decorative bow. I pulled one loose.

“What if I told you I want to fuck your little ass?”

Her eyes flashed, I sensed little Hayley was aroused at my talking dirty to her.

“Fine … but I need to pee and clean up … you know, especially back there.”

I told her that I liked her when she was sweaty and hot.

Hayley bit her lip. I saw she was serious. “No, I need to, really.”

I reached up, and loosened the other sash. Her hands were free. I kissed her, slowly, sucking her tongue into my mouth, nibbling on her lips. She started wiggling around impatiently, and finally broke the kiss.

“Sorry sweetie, I really have to…”

I let her go, mumbling, “Yeah, yeah,” and watched her disappear into the bathroom for a while. I may have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Hayley was tugging at the wet towel under my ass.

“Gotta throw this in the laundry, sweetie,” she was saying, as she dragged it out from under me.

I said nothing, having a sense of relief at the feel of the cool dry silk sheets now sticking to my semi-wet ass.

“Hey,” she said in greeting on her return.

“Hey yourself,” I replied, smiling at her.

She ran her hands up and down her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and then turned and put her ass toward my face. It had been scrubbed nine ways from Sunday. Both inside and out, of that I was sure.

“Like it?” she asked.

“C’mere!” I growled, and dismissed any idea of having to restrain her, even lightly.

She giggled and caressed her rear; and then ever so delicately, Hayley slid her hands between her cheeks, leaned forward, and looking over her shoulder and straight into my eyes, pulled them apart to display the freshly washed cleft.

My finger trailed down the small of her back, across the sensitive pucker of her ass and in between her legs. Hayley groaned excitedly and crawled into bed next to me.

“It’s nice and clean for you, sweetie.”

“Thank you, baby, I appreciate a clean ass. I really do.”

But I didn’t jump right in, knowing there would be a greater reward if I brought Hayley along slowly. And so, I began making love to her by kissing her ear; sucking at her earlobe until she let out a quiet but satisfied moan. Only then did I release the lobe and move slowly across her face to her chin. We engaged in a torrid kiss; swapping saliva and dueling with our tongues.

Until I decided to move on, and did, kissing my way down her lithe body, stopping to suckle at her fully taut, cherry nipples.

Hayley, already fully aroused, moaned loudly when I bit down on her left bud, sending an electrical shock from the nipple directly to her cunt.

I smiled inwardly as a dark flush of intense arousal began to cover the upper portion of her body. She was breathing heavily as I kissed my way slowly across her stomach. When I reached her glistening pussy, I gave one long lick up her slit, causing Hayley to gasp; then kissed her inner thighs, stopping only to wet a finger in her flowing juices, and then inserting it up her ass.

“Oh, my, oh, my!” she moaned, squeezing her left nipple with the fingers of her right hand.

I wiggled the finger in her ass, and she whimpered; her hips moved rhythmically to meet my thrusting digit. I leaned into her, and resumed my licking and sucking, and a moment later Hayley wasn’t capable of speech.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her body was trembling, and every time I went back to her cunt, her body jerked, and a moan escaped her mouth. I pushed my face into her pussy, flicking my tongue hard against her clit, then drew it into my mouth and sucked.

Hayley found enough voice to scream out as an orgasm overtook her.

She kept screaming until I covered her mouth with my hand while telling her to shut up.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her face contorted from an expression of pain and torment to one of intense pleasure. I resumed eating her and she began to flop under my mouth like a fish out of water; then with the next series of orgasms, she went limp, totally out of it.

I took the opportunity to closely examine her cunt. Her juices were bubbling up from her hole and I licked and sucked them away. I studied her clitoris and teased it, noting that although unconscious, her body reacted as I thought it would, jerking up to meet my lips and tongue.

I brought her to another climax and then satisfied myself with caressing her thighs and breasts until she revived on her own.

When she came back, there was a slight line of drool at the corner of her mouth. I gently wiped it away, wiping my hand on the silk sheets.

“How you feelin’? I inquired.

“Wonderful! Just … wonderful!”

We kissed and after playing another round of tongue tag, I said, “Time for some ass play. Are you ready for it?”

“Anything you want, lover man,” she sighed.

I contented myself with playing with her cunt until it started to pump juices again, and then stuck two fingers into her ass.

“Doesn’t hurt,” she said, “just a little uncomfortable.”

“I know,” I replied. “I opened you a little while you were coming in your dream state.”

“My dream … state?” Hayley said puzzled.

“Yeah, you um, passed out.”

“I passed out?”

“Um, yeah. You kept screaming and coming and … I guess you couldn’t process it all, and fainted, or something.”

With my free hand, I cupped her left breast, gently feeling its firm shape and soft skin. She moaned happily, and I leaned forward and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking it slightly, and teased it with my tongue. Hayley responded by closing her eyes and moaned softly. When her nipple was swollen to it full size I gave it a hard squeeze.

Breathlessly she husked, “Wow! I never did that before.”

I added a third finger to her ass, and her body stiffened, then jerked sharply at the sudden pain.


I quickly eased the pressure on her rosebud, pulling all three fingers out.

I held them up for her inspection. “Look, see … no fecal matter.”

“Oh!” she yelped, then composed herself and said, “Course not. I cleaned myself for you. But what you did then hurt.”

“I’ll go slower, Hayley. It won’t hurt,” I said trying to reassure her.

She stiffened again. “You’ve got such a big one…”

“Have you done it before?”

She hesitated before answering.

“C’mon, Hayley, you know I don’t kiss and tell.”

“My … my father … does it back there. He doesn’t want to take a chance on getting me preggers.”

“Well then, you should know that I won’t hurt you … not much anyway.”

“You … you’re a lot bigger than him,” she said, with a lot of doubt in her voice.

It won’t hurt,” he reassured her.

“I’ll go very slowly, you’ll hardly feel any pain, I promise.”

“Okay, I trust you … and anyway…” her voice dropped off.

“What, baby?”

“I all ready told you, you could do anything to me.”

Holding my dick in one hand and tweaking her nipple with the other, I began rubbing it over her pussy and asshole. Hayley drew her knees up against her tits, and spread herself open for me.

I sent two fingers into her ass, and told her to reach back and spread her hole even wider for me.

Hayley did it without saying a word. I plucked the fingers out and checked her ass. The hole was open enough for me to give it a try. I grabbed the lubricant and applied a generous amount to her asshole and even more to my dick and put my member up to her backdoor.

“Get ready,” I warned, “I’ll go slowly now. It might hurt some, but once I get it in it won’t hurt anymore.”

“That’s what Daddy said too.”

“I’m not your Daddy, Hayley.”

“I know … at least you care about me.”

That caught me off guard. To hear her say she trusted me more than her old man … well, it shook me, and I vowed to be gentle with her.

I settled myself on my knees, positioned my dick, and went right in. I did feel a little resistance, but nothing to write home about; nor was there any apparent pain to Hayley, who was already wriggling her ass around beneath me like she was going crazy. She had this ecstatic look on her face, like she’d never had it this good with anyone else.”

“Oh, yes,” she huffed; your big old cock is working pretty well.”

“Any pain?”

“Nothing that I could complain about. You went in nice and easy. But not slowly.”

“I couldn’t help that, Hayley. You accepted me easily. I just went with it.”

“I forgive you. Your cock feels so good, and is filling me up.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said humping her at a slow pace. I was about halfway in, and didn’t want to rush it.

And when I inched in a little more, I felt her tense, and stopped completely.

“Don’t … don’t stop! Oh, oh, oh … I just love the way we’re connected.”

“Want me deeper?”

“Oh, yes!”

I moved in incrementally.

“Nice! So nice! Bree?”


“Can you rub my clittie?”

I did, and heard her purr with contentment.

“Like it?”

“Um, I’m gonna have a big cum this way. You wait and see.”

“Want me to cum in your ass?”

“Oh, sure!”

I risked pressing further and while Hayley groaned, I didn’t get the impression it hurt so much as having wrought even more pleasure out of my penetration.

“OH!” she gasped suddenly. “Right there, Bree. Stay right there!”


“Yes, there!”

“How about here?” I asked moving my hand over her clit at a faster pace than earlier.

“Oh … lovely! When … when you … if I tilt up to meet your hand … just so.”

“Tell me!”

“It’s … you get the right angle and it’s … Perfect! I … I feel you pressing into me, and your weight and then your hand … and your cock … so hard, so deep…

“Christ! I have to bite something!”

I shoved a pillow at her face, and she bite into the corner and then screamed into it.

A moment later, she turned her face to

ward me and groaned brusquely, “Ride me! Oh, fuck me silly!”

I began to pound my dick into her.

“Can … can you pinch my nips?”

I reached around, round her right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze.

“Almost there!”

I started coming at that and as I continued with my ejaculation, I felt her shuddering as she joined me.

After we’d calmed down, I let my dick pop out of her ass, and was surprised to find some specks of fecal matter adhered to the tip.

I showed it to Hayley, and was surprised when she giggled and shook my flaccid member back and forth.

“I never can get it all,” she said and then joined me in a fit of laughter that only ended with her gasping, “Can … can we do it again?”

I kissed her softly on the lips and then eased my limp dick into her pussy. I stayed there until I began to get hard. She felt it too and used her cunt muscles to contract around me, and with her tongue licking my teeth, I began to fuck the hell out of her.

Of course that triggered another series of orgasms within her, and when they arrived I waited them out before renewing my fucking. I wondered if she’d be up and walking the next day, but really didn’t care. I felt myself readying, and tried to fuck right through her until I exploded with Hayley moaning and groaning under me.

(PS: for those of you who might object to my inserting a fecal specked dick into her. She used a wash cloth to clean me off before we proceeded. As I said earlier, Hayley had a cleaning fetish.)

Afterward, near exhaustion, Hayley whispered between kisses that she wanted me to come to a party she was having the next night.

“You’ll be having a problem walking tomorrow, never mind throwing a party,” I said.

She laughed. “No I won’t. I won’t have to do anything. The others will. They love coming to my house.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The girls and I,” she said,” and named three girls in the junior class, “Sandra Nickerson, Janet Hillverton, and Billy Vessily.”

“We usually buy lingerie at Victoria Secret’s and model it after the guys we invite get drunk on my father’s booze.

“And who are the guy’s?”

“Pretty much the same ones; but now that I’ve met you; I’m not sure about the others. Got any suggestions?”

“No. But I recommend picking someone who can keep their mouths shut.”

“They can, and will. My Father’s going to back them.”

“What’s that mean?”

“For college. He’ll support then in the college of their choice. He’s got oodles of money, and donates lots to various universities. Of course, anyone he recommends gets in, and sometimes with generous scholarships.

“So you all screw your brains out at these parties?”

“No … that is, we haven’t yet. I’ve been waiting for the right guy … and that’s you, Bree. You’re my lover man, and I want you to screw the other girls too. Let them get a taste of what a really good cock tastes like.

“Why when Billy hears about you,” she said looking me in the eye, “I’ll bet she tries to knock me down trying to get her pussy in front of you before I can.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Uh-uh. She definitely has the hots for you. Always had, I know, she’s wanted you to do her since you were a freshman.”

Evidently, the “Modeling” parties started off innocently enough. Hayley, with oodles of money to spend, took her closest friends shopping every Wednesday. Shoes, dresses, casual attire and accessories, were the typical items purchased.

The other girls, Sandra, Billy and Janet were thrilled to have Hayley as a friend, a rich friend, who treated them very well. But they eventually found it a little boring.

It was Billy who suggested spicing things up by buying sexy lingerie, and that went well for a month or so. They grew accustomed to taking their lingerie back to Hayley’s and modeling their purchases for one another while drinking expensive Champagne. The girls all realized that, except for Hayley, none of them could take the expensive lingerie home with them, fearing that their respective parents would not approve, and probably think they were up to far worse activity than merely modeling for each other.

Then one Wednesday, Janet produced a set of vibrators. The girls thrilled to what they thought were orgiastic displays when wearing the skimpiest of lingerie, ultimately taking turns masturbating in front of each other. From that point, it was only a matter of time until one of them, Janet again, who hinted to her boyfriend about the goings on each week at Hayley’s.

But Hayley and Billy were reluctant to bring boys over, knowing full well what might happen with them parading around almost naked in front of horny high school boys. A compromise was reached, and three boys were invited, all of whom were already indebted to Hayley’s father for one thing or another, and were not in a position to damage that relationship. The deal was that they would party with some booze and light drugs, and make out with one another, mostly pairing off, but sometimes doubling up, but no actual intercourse. The evening would end with the girls putting on a fashion show, at which they modeled their current lingerie.

After the second party using this arrangement, the girls realized that it was only matter of time until they wouldn’t be able to control the guys, or themselves, and that they would be screwing all over the place, with undesirable consequences for all involved.

The funny thing was that after discussing it, the girls realized that rumors were spreading about their weekly modeling shows. They agreed it was worth the risk; after all, as Hayley put it, “We have deniability, and my father will defend his reputation and ours to the death.”

The only remaining problem was that at least on other boy was needed to make it an even pairing all around.

Two weeks went by without having a party. One reason was that Hayley’s parents were home during that period. The second was that the girls were actively seeking the elusive fourth male to join in.

During this time frame, Hayley met me at a record store. I happen to like all kinds of music, and was picking up a copy of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony when I literally bumped into Hayley. She hinted that, given the opportunity, she’d love to go out with me. At the time I was screwing Gerry and her sister-in-law’s brains out on an almost daily basis. So I left it at a maybe, but not right now.

Declining her invitation made me a special challenge for Hayley. It seems no one had ever turned her down before, and so, every time I turned around, there she was, smiling and sticking her tits out ever so enticingly, for my benefit.

I relented and went out with her. Of course, having grown a little bored with Gerry helped.

Now I was headed for Hayley’s. I knew I would be the first guy to arrive. Hayley had told me she wanted to show me off to the other girls, and that was fine with me. What I didn’t know was that in recent weeks the girls had been going to sex shops and buying dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs, games, and other toys to add to their collection.

Wanting to make a good first impression, I had badgered my mother into giving me enough money to buy some new clothes; well, at least a shirt, slacks and new loafers. So I was starchy new when I rang the doorbell to Hayley’s mansion.

It was Billy who opened the door. She wore a see-through body suit, and I couldn’t help but gawk at her like the kid that I was, even with all my sexual experience. She was simply stunning to behold.

“Hi, Aubrey, do come in. I’m Billy, in case you don’t recognize me.”

I recognized her all right. She was one of the more attractive girls at school, but I hadn’t reckoned on see all of her that quickly, and there was certainly something to see. Billy had copper colored hair, cut short (for the summer, I later learned). She also had a lovely set of tits that stood up without needing any support from a bra.

She took me by the hand and led me into the main room where the other girls waited. Sandra, a dyed blonde, wore a filmy black nightie and crotchless panties. She was holding a gigantic phallus in her right hand, and waved it in greeting as I entered the room.

Sandra’s breasts were of uneven size, with her right being decidedly larger than the left. Hayley had warned me about this and told me not to make any comment about the discrepancy to her as she was extremely self-conscious about them. She did have an ass that I wanted to fuck from the moment I saw it.

Janet was sitting in the far corner of the well furnished room. She was a brunette, with the loveliest legs and ass around. Her bust was smaller than any of the others, but from what I could see, and I could see most of them, they were perky with modest sized aureoles.

After I’d greeted the three girls, Hayley made her entrance. It was sensually spectacular. She wore a strawberry blonde wig that must have cost a fortune. She was attired in a power blue negligee, with a dark blue thong, or what I was later told was actually a G-string.

Hayley strode up to me and kissed me. I kissed her back, bending her body backward and placing my hand directly on her cunt, making the other girls gasp.

Then, laughing at how we had caught the others off guard, she had me sit between Sandra and Billy, with Janet joining us and sitting at my feet. Hayley sat across the room in the chair that Janet had been sitting in.

“Can you see how he’s hung?” Hayley called out across the room.

I recall yelling, “Hey!’ when Billy rubbed her hand over my dick and sighed appreciatively.

“Let me see!” Sandra yelped, and did the same, only instead of leaving my dick after a moment or two, she deftly unzipped my fly. But it was Janet who removed my cock from its confinement.

Then all three girls began exclaiming about its size, and proclaiming it wouldn’t fit in any of their twats.

I was laughing at their antics when Hayley called out to me, “Bree, I should tell you, we drew lots to see who would start off with you.”

“How, and who?” I asked, not really caring, and only fleetingly wondering when the other guys would be arriving. Four girls were too much for me, no matter what sized ego I might have had.

“Janet gets to blow you for two minutes. Then it’s Billy’s turn.”

“And then?” I asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh, if you’re not done then I go.”

“So I get to cum in Sandra’s mouth then?”

It was their turn to laugh.

“If you can last that long,” Hayley said with a smirk, Billy’s supposed to be very good at blowjobs.”

I said, “Well I might as well get undressed then,” And two sets of hands were suddenly stripping my newly purchased clothing off my body. When I was down to my jockeys, Janet stuck her thumbs in the elastic and raised her head to be kissed.

I kissed her hard and hot. She tugged them down my legs, but I didn’t step out of them. When I sat down on the edge of the couch with them around my feet, I knew the next few minutes were of prime importance in my maintaining some form of control over these four, soon to be wild women.

A knowing look spread over Janet’s face. Using her left hand on my thigh for balance, Janet knelt, gently lifted my feet, and removed my jockeys. I felt her shudder with what had to be excitement as she pushed my legs apart and knee-walked between them.

Three sets of eyes were riveted on us, as Janet spread her knees, not widely but enough to make her point, and without so much as a glance at the others, she hefted my dick and directed the head into her mouth.

I allowed my hand to cup the cheeks of her ass, even ran two fingers back and forth through its cleft to her cunt, which was damp, but not all that wet.

In what must have been an agreed upon act, Janet kept her hands clasped behind her back, and only occasionally handled my dick with her hand. She sucked my dick like a hungry baby at its mother’s nipple. And she knew what I wanted when I put my hand on the back of her head, taking me as deep as she could. When she looked up at me I saw that her eyes were watery, probably from struggling to overcome the gag reflex that so many girls found daunting.

I was playing with her smallish tits; had her moaning and drooling from the corner of her mouth, when someone yelled, “Time! Who’s next?”

Billy took Janet’s place on the floor between my legs. I had a great view of her tits from my vantage point and began fondling them before she was fully settled in.

She laughed, and exclaimed, “This is gonna be fun!”

The she shook her mane of copper-colored hair out of her eyes and spit a glob of saliva directly on the crown of my cock, rubbed it in with the palm of her hand, and using two fingers guided my shaft into her mouth, only then did she, like Janet, clasped her hands behind her back.

I heard her gulp and knew she was having some difficulty with my size. She let me slide back out, and holding me once again with the two-fingered grip, took a deep breath, reinserted me and pushed.

I was surprised and pleased to see that Billy had aligned her throat with my length and swallowed almost my entire prick. I felt her throat muscles gripping me and almost came, managing not to by sheer force of will.

Gradually, Billy let me ease out of her throat, then holding me in those two fingers again; she looked me in the eye and gave me a lewd smile.

“God, you’re talented,” I said, drawing murmurs of approval from the other girls.

Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, filling me with delightful sensations.

It was evident Billy loved giving head, and I told her so.

“You think?” she gasped with my dick pushing into the side of her left cheek.

“Having had some experience in this area, I’d say you rate a ten on a scale of 1-10.”

Two of the other girls present applauded my comment. Janet was not all that happy with my complimenting Billy, since I hadn’t praised her as well.

Billy’s time elapsed as I was nearing my climax, and the brief respite between her and Sandra, gave me a moment to compose myself, making Sandra’s job a bit more difficult than it should have been. But then I was trying to save myself for Haley, if at all possible.

Sandra had definitely blown a few guys before me. She was that good, and made use of her lips and tongue to bring me along slowly. Her eyes never left mine, and she didn’t follow instructions and keep her hands clasped behind her. Rather, she used each hand at various times to measure my tenseness, readying me as it were, by pumping me with one hand and playing with my balls with the other.

I was enjoying her deft touches and sucking so much that I forgot to concentrate on not coming.

Suddenly, I was calling out, “Oh, shit!” and humped rapidly into her mouth. She had one hand on my dick, jerking me off, and one hand on my ass, holding me in place. Her experience kept me from plunging deeply into her throat and compounding things by choking her; and damned if she didn’t swallow almost every drop of my load.

I flopped back and looked at her. My cock was softening in her mouth, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. “Ladies, that was the best blowjob I ever had,” I said. “What a great variety … what wonderful technique. I can’t say enough about your skills. And Sandra, you get a ten as well.”

“What about poor little old me?” Haley said, with a pout.

“Well, how about a rain check?”

“A rain check!”

“Yeah, later on, or possibly tomorrow if the guys get here first. When are they due, by the way?”

Billy looked at her wristwatch. “We’ve got maybe twenty minutes.”

“Okay, now I want it understood that I think Janet deserves another go at me. I think that she was the one that softened me up for those who followed. I know I was able to resist her considerable charms, and later wilted. But she was really good, and deserving of another chance at scoring a ten on my chart.”

That seemed to please all the girls, and they were all over me, kissing, fondling and hugging me. Of course I had my fingers in one twat after another and even managed an asshole or two before the doorbell chimed and everyone took a moment to straighten themselves out. I remained nude, drawing hostile looks from each of the guys as they entered the living room.

Janet took everyone’s drink order as they sat down, ostensibly next to their perceived girlfriends. That made it, as I understood the seating arrangement: Billy and Gabe, Sandra and Evan, Janet and Eric, and lastly, Haley and me.

“Looks like you started without us,” Evan said giving my wilted dick a snide look.

Sandra defended me to some extent, saying: “Bree has … sort of a reputation … and we wanted to see for ourselves. And he was willing to put on a show for us girls.”

“What kind of show?” Gabe asked, then took a long gulp of his beer.

“We had him strip,” Haley offered.

“And?” Evan inquired.

“We made him get hard … you know, by putting on our lingerie,” Janet said, and changed direction by adding, “And by the way, I haven’t heard any of you comment on our outfits,” revealing that she had a bit of a temper.

“Oh … you all look great!” Evan immediately replied.

“Yeah, wanton … really sluttish!” Eric said, speaking for the first time.

“Sluttish!” Haley yelled, “You’ve got a hell of a nerve. You can all leave now, if you can’t be more complementary than that.

That calmed the guys down and they paid the girls complement on compliment until the girls themselves tired of the game.

“Well all right,” Haley announced as the second round of drinks was circulated. “In the past, we’ve pranced around in our undies, and given you guys the biggest woodies we’ve ever seen, and then sent you home with blue balls.” She turned to Sandra and asked, “That’s what it’s called, right?”

“That’s right,” both Sandra and Eric replied at the same time, causing everyone to laugh.

“That’s going to change tonight. No one goes home with blue balls, and that’s a promise. So, Evan, grab hold of your cock, because your girl, Sandra is going to give us all a little demonstration of how we girls do a few things. Oh, and I promise, everyone is going to get laid … more than once I hope!”

There was a ringing round of applause as Haley sat down, or rather flounced onto my lap. I didn’t have a “woodie,” as she called it, or I would have been screaming in pain.

Sandra got up, and all eyes followed the blonde in the filmy black nightie and crotchless panties.

Haley yelled out, sounding as good as any MC might have under the circumstances. “Sandra’s just bought herself a new toy and we’re going to watch her use it for the very first time. Sandra … let’s see you do your thing!”

Sandra waved the vibrator around; making sure that everyone got a good look at it.

Haley laughed and yelled, “Make sure you get a good look now. In about a minute she’s gonna make it disappear!”

Her remark was met with a roar of approval. Sandra laughed and shook her fist at Hayley, and mouthed the words, “You’ll be sorry.”

I reevaluated her as she pranced around the room, stopping to do a bump and grind in front of each couple, and her boyfriend, Evan. Although it was true that one of her breasts was larger than the other, it didn’t seem to matter, and I found myself wanting a chance to fuck her up the ass, if that was a possibility. One never knows unless one asks. That last piece of homespun philosophy I got from Gerry, when I was hesitating about jumping her sister-in-laws bones.

Sandra seemed to tire of flaunting herself before us, and moved to the large mirror, and gazing into it, began to knead her breasts, pushing them together, then to the side. I had a full-blown erection again thanks to her gyrations and my imagination.

With her eyes closed, and both hands still mauling her breasts, Sandra slowly sank to the floor and reached about until she located the vibrator she’d dropped.

Haley, knowing full well what was to follow, tossed several pillows at Sandra, who smiled, and with eyes still closed, turned her body away from the mirror and now faced the rest of the group.

She shifted and wriggled until she had two pillows under her butt and several others supporting her back. Then with a loud, “Oh, yeah!” she pressed her hip up, and with one hand directed the vibrator straight into her pink cunt.

Both Evan and Eric repeated her words. As for me, well I guess it would be fair to say that my jaw hung open as Sandra worked the vibrator in and out and then turned it on, and a low buzz could be heard throughout the room.

Sandra stuck the fingers of her free hand into her mouth and wet them. Then began teasing her clit out from its usual hiding place.

I saw the vibrator disappear inside her, only the flange at the very end of it, gripped by her fingertips didn’t venture inside.

Rolling her eyes, Sandra moaned, “Ooh, yes, yes!”

Haley grabbed my hand, and pressed it to her right breast.

Billy had Gabe’s cock out, kissing it and playing with his balls. Evan had an erection and Janet was jerking him off, while giving her boyfriend, Eric a blowjob.

Sandra half-turned so as to view herself in the mirror, thereby providing us with two views of what she was doing; and spread her legs about as wide as they would go without snapping; then purred, “Would’ja look at that steaming pussy?” and taking a deep breath, turned the vibrator’s controls to the highest position.

Seconds later she was coming; and beckoning Evan to join her. He did, and as she pulled the vibe from her juicy cunt, he mounted her, and rammed his dick in to the hilt.

The show was over at that point. Gabe had Billy on her back up against the couch; her legs were draped over his shoulders while her fucked furiously.

I think Haley and the girls seriously underestimated the guy’s capacity for torment by teasing. I know Haley had planed it so that each girl was to tease her guy in some fashion. But we could only take so much before it turned into an orgy of sorts.

I say sorts, because what happened was each guy stuck with his own girl. There was no switching back and forth.

I had Haley on my lap, and I was already inside her and lifting her up and dropping her down on my boner. Eric and Janet were on the couch, entwined in a very sexy 69.


“Yeah, Haley?”

“Come on me?”


“I … I want you to cum on my stomach.”

“You sure you want it that way, baby?”

“I wanna feel it, but I don’t want it in me, understand?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, then I better take it out now.”

“Are you gonna cum?”

“No, not just yet, but I want to let you watch it happen.”

“Oh, you’re so fucking cool!”

I eased out of her and rubbed the head into her belly button, making her giggle.

“That tickles!”

“Tell you what, give it a little suck. When you feel it swelling, take it out.”

“Okay,” she said and gobbled the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it.

I held her head lightly and glanced around the room. Eric and Janet were no longer in a 69, but fucking doggy-style. Sandra was working hard with her mouth to get Evan going again. She had cum splattered over her breasts and knowing the girls were more than a little competitive with one another, I wondered briefly if that was why Haley wanted me to cum on her.

It seemed to me that we both reacted at the same time. I felt myself about to jettison my load; Haley must have sensed it too, and took me from her mouth, pointed my dick at her navel just as I groaned.

I came all over her stomach. Three successive spurts that reached from her pubic hair to the underside of one breast.

Haley, panting with lust, stared at the translucent gobs for a moment, then licked her lips, gave me a wanton grin, and scooped on section up onto her index finger and brought it to her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, “Salty, but creamy and delicious. I don’t know why more girls don’t swallow.”

I cemented our sexual relationship by pulling her to me and kissing her for a solid ten minutes. Then, fully erect again, we started a slow, languid fuck, missionary-style, and she got me off using kegeling techniques that only a much older woman would have mastered.

“Where did you learn…” I began, but she shushed me, placing a finger to my lips.

“My mother thought it would come in handy. Only she didn’t expect me to be trying it out on you, sweetie.”

By this time everyone else was finished fucking, and we went off with our partners and showered … but not to fool around.

It was agreed as we finished dressing that we would meet again the following week.

Billy raised the question of whether we would remain with our partners, or switch off, “Just to see what it’s like,” she said.

I said, “Something this important should be put to a vote.”

And when they agreed, I added, “Let’s not make it a show of hands. That might pressure someone into going along with everyone when they really don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Sandra said, “I’ll get us some paper and we can vote yes, or no, fold it and drop it on the table.”

“Good,” I said, “but let’s drop the folded paper into a hat, or bowl, then stir the papers around. Let Billy pick them out. We can all count the votes together.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Evan said.

We did as suggested, and the vote favored switching, 5 to 3.

“Majority wins,” Haley said.

I quickly scanned the others to see if anyone would reveal their disappointment, or resentment. The only thing that caught my eye was Gabe appeared to have a flush spreading from his neck upward. It could have meant anything, but I decided to keep him in mind when switching next week. I didn’t need to make any unwarranted enemies.

And even if I was right about him being jealous of sharing Billy, there were two other votes against, and I had no idea who they were. I made a note to check with Haley to see if any of the girls confided in her later on how they had voted.

The party broke up with all the girls kissing all the guys, tonguing each of us. I got no special vibes one way or the other from that and decided to call Haley the following day to see what she thought.

The next night Haley called me with the news that it was Billy who had voted against swapping partners. She also mentioned Sandra as having sided with her. That left one of the guys as the third vote, but just who that was would remain a mystery.

Haley did mention that Janet had confessed that she had wanted so much to finish off her blowjob; that she had had to keep her hands clasped behind her and didn’t have the opportunity some of the others had to touch me.

After hanging up, (I had a date with Haley for the following night.) I thought about Janet, a petite brunette with smallish tits, but a fine ass and great legs. I got hard and rather than just beat my meat, I looked her number up and called.

Her mother answered and called Janet to the phone. She answered sounding a little out of breath, and screamed excitedly when she realized it was me calling.

“Aubrey! Aubrey! I don’t believe it! I really don’t believe it!”

“Calm down, Janet!” I said hurriedly. I didn’t want her mother eavesdropping on our conversation, but figured she would, and so I just asked Janet if she was free that evening, that we might take in a movie or something.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I’d love to,” she answered quickly.

I was listening for that tell-tale click when a phone extension is picked up, and not hearing it started to seduce her over the phone. “How about I pick you up around seven?” That gave her an hour and a half to get ready.

Janet agreed and the deal was done.

Then I whispered, “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Me neither,” she said her voice sounded dry, almost parched.

“Call me back in five minutes,” I said, and hung up.

When my phone rang, I picked it up, but didn’t reply.

“Hello?” she said.

I didn’t say a word, but breathed into the receiver, hoping she would hear me.

“Aubrey, is this you?”

“This is you, isn’t it? I can hear you breathing.”

I began to cover the speaker of my phone, and then thought better of it. Not that it mattered; she already knew who it was anyway. Or did she?

“Hi,” I said, then breathed directly into the phone.

Janet giggled then said, “I’m so glad you called. I’m so fucking horny since last night.”

“Oh?” I said, and then let it drop. I was getting to like using the almost silent method. It was getting her to open up, perhaps more than she wanted to.

“The batteries in my vibe just died, too.”

‘What the fuck?’ I thought. I hoped her mother wasn’t listening in.

“Are you on your home phone?” I asked.

“No, silly. I’m on my cell phone. No one’s listening in on us.”


“I like the sound of your breathing,” she whispered into the phone.

I relaxed, and exhaled into the phone.

I could hear her moving around. Suddenly she gasped into the receiver, “”Yeah … I could stroke myself all night, just listening to you breathing into the phone.”

“Some girls get off that way, ‘ I said.

I wanted to hear her frig herself over the phone; wanted to hear her juices sloshing as she frigged herself.

“So, what are you doing, Bree?”

She had caught me off guard. Thinking quickly, I replied, “Looking in my mirror while I jerk off thinking about you.”


“Yeah, really.”

“You’re such a naughty boy.”

“I am a naughty boy. And I think you’re a very naughty girl.”

She started to giggle. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.”

“Oh, you are definitely naughty. You’re downright bad!”

“So … you think I need a spanking?”



“Exactly what are you doing, right now?”

“Giggling.” Then after a short pause, “Touching myself. I can’t seem to stop. It’s your voice, you know?”

I found my cock, gave it a squeeze. But I wasn’t about to jack off to this girl’s voice, no matter what.

“Thinking about my cock, are you?”

Uh-Huhhhh…” It was her turn to exhale hotly into the receiver.

Another short pause, and then, “You have such a nice cock. I think it’s perfect in shape … size … Mmmm, I could suck on it forever.”

“I wish you had,” I said, letting my voice crack just a little.

“God, you fuck so well! I can still feel you inside me.”

“Correction, I haven’t been inside you … yet.”

“Oh … that’s right!” she sighed forlornly. “Oh, Bree, you’ve got me so hot!”

I grunted into the phone, partially because of the way my dick was jerking, but mostly for effect.

“Using your fingers?”

“Yeah … you know, you fuck … like a god!”

My ears were staining and I could swear I heard the faint sound of her cunt juices slurping against her fingers.

Janet started to cum.

“Shit! Shit! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!”

I stayed on the line, but said nothing; allowed Janet to finish her orgasm.

I heard her start to whimper. I said not a word.

“Bree?” she called out, fearing I was no longer attached to her via the phone line.

“I’m here.”

“Thank God!”

“Do you know where I live, Janet?”

Not exactly.”

I told her how to get to my house.

“I’ll tell my mother you’re coming over. Don’t worry, she allows me to have a friend over without being nosey about things.”

“Oh, wow! Not my Mom, not ever! She has to know everything I do and say.”


Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it Mom, its Janet.”

My mother went back to prepping for her date and all but ignored us as I escorted Janet into the house and then up to my room.

“You,” she said, in one of the huskiest voices that I’ve ever heard.

“Me,” I answered, and closed the door behind her.

We raced to get out of our clothes. I dove at her, and we toppled onto the bed. I was kissing her and kicking my shoes off at the same time.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking in her intoxicating perfume while sucking at her face.

She closed her eyes and kissed me back, her arms trailing up and down my back.

I fondled her smallish breasts and had her moaning in seconds.

“Are you still coming?” I asked.

“Never stopped,” she answered, and reached for my dick. Intent on finished the blow job she’d begun the night before.

My fingers reached between her legs and found her dampened bush and cunt a veritable swamp.

“Oh, Bree, your cock is so … beautiful,” she said, her eyes mesmerized by the sight of my rigid member throbbing with need inches from her face. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out unconsciously, and then ran around her pouting lips in wanton fashion.

“Oh, would’ja look at that,” she cooed. I realized Janet was studying a growing globule of precum at the tip of my cock.

“Have a taste,” I said, and waved my dripping dick back and forth in front of her face. Janet’s eyes never left the glistening tip of my moving cock. Her pink tongue slowly extended itself until it touched the glistening glob of precum, and then her mouth opened wide and closing her eyes, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck.

“Like it?” I asked, knowing she loved it.

“Mmmmm!” she purred happily; then reached out to fondle my balls.

Her full lustrous hair hung down on either side of her face as she milked my cock with her mouth. I swept my hands up on either side of her face, gathered her hair in my hands and asked if she had a scrunchy for her hair.”

My dick flopped out of her mouth as she scrambled from the bed and reached for her purse. After searching by rummaging about with one hand in the bag and the other balancing the purse against her chest, she found what she was looking for and quickly twirled it around a clump of hair she had bunched together and presto, no more hair across her face, and a nice sized ponytail flopping behind her.

“Now, gimme that big old cock, back!” Janet growled.

I leaned back against the pillows propped up against the headboard, and watched as Janet moved forward and carefully pumped my dick several times as if testing it. Then she pressed the flat of her tongue against my cockhead and moving counter-clock-wise, licked the entire knob, covering it with her saliva.

“Sweet!” she said, taking it from her mouth and giving it a wet kiss.

“You’re a nasty girl, and a big tease,” I said with a laugh.

“Gonna spank me, Mr. I Gotta Big One?”

“Just might,” I told her and she shrieked with laughter, causing my mother to call up asking if we were all right.

I hopped off the bed, opened the bedroom door and called down, “we’re fine. We’re laughing about something that happened earlier today.”

“Okay,” my mother called back. “I’m leaving now, be careful, and make sure Janet gets home early. No late night driving, either of you.”

A minute later, I heard the front door close, then the car started up and my mother drove off to meet her boyfriend, leaving Janet and me alone.

I joined Janet on the bed, propped myself up much as I had before and watched as her soft, wet tongue bathed my whole cockhead.

I moaned, and she laughed with my cock in her mouth. Then her tongue swirled around the spongy, oh, so sensitive membranes of my purple crown.

I moaned again, and added, “You are so good at this. I was told you had little to no experience at it.”

“They lied,” she mumbled, but I understood.

‘What else had Haley and the others lied about?’ I wondered, until Janet began to slide my dick down into her throat.

Janet paused, and raised her head back, let some saliva trickle down onto my shaft, then began bobbing up and down, but seemed to concentrate of sucking the area just below the crown, bring me one joyous sensation after another.

“Christ! Don’t stop doing that! It’s fantastic, Janet!”

“Mmmm!” she moaned, licking and sucking provocatively. I saw trails of her saliva start to slide down the shaft of my cock below her bobbing mouth. It started to turn frothy under her pumping hand, but probably helped her hand slide more freely upon me.

“Yeah, Janet, that’s it!”


“Great! Oh, please, baby, keep moving and sucking on the end like that! Oh … fuck yeah!”

“Oh, oh, oh! Here it comes!”

I shook and twitched as the initial throes my orgasm rose up from my balls. I watched her bobbing head as the first blast of my eruption spewed into her mouth.

Janet was a vision of beauty with her mouth sucking away at my cock. She was sucking and swallowing. I would have sworn she was the type to spit it out. She wasn’t. Trickles of my milky cum appeared at the corners of her mouth before she removed me, wiped her mouth with her wrist and smiled up at me.

“You taste great!” she said, then laughed.

I leaned into her and kissed her, sending my tongue racing into her mouth and garnering the last remnants of my sperm for myself. She helped by sharing a load of saliva with me, which I promptly swallowed. With the kiss coming to an end, we both started to laugh and hugged each other.

I realized that Janet still had hold of me, milking me, trying to get me hard again. I placed my hand on hers and had her stop.

“I need to rest for a while.”

She looked as though she was going to cry. I kissed each eye and told her it was her turn, and not to worry, that I would be hard again, and soon.

She threw her arms around me and pressed her small, lithe body against me. I started kissing her lips, her neck, and her breasts. My mouth closed on one of her nipples and sucked it; then drew back and tickled it with my tongue.

She was moaning with a rhythmic regularity as I went from one breast to the other. She put her hands at the back of my head and pulled my mouth against her nipple. I continued to working on them, but now my hand was between her legs, one finger gliding in and out of her as her moaning increased in tempo.

Her nipples were rock hard, the aureoles surrounding them taut and pebbled. Her moans grew softer and she spread her legs wider, opening herself to me. I rubbed my palm over her mons, putting pressure on her clit. She had a brief spasm … a mini-cum, I thought.

She was soaking wet, and after I sent a second finger in, she seemed to open like a flower. I could have driven a Volvo in there.

I was kissing the underside of her right breast when I felt her hand on my head, gently pushing it lower. I knew what she wanted, and moved straight down to her pubic hair. Her cunt was sending out a strong, but not unpleasant odor. Most women give off some type smell when excited, but Janet’s was unlike any I’d encountered.

Moreover, it seemed to add to my excitement. I discovered I was erect, and had to push my dick out of the way. I was going down on Janet, and if she realized I was ready to fuck, she would have chosen that instead.

I examined her cunt at close range. Her whole slit was in front of me, her pubic hair sparse enough that I could see her clearly. Her outer lips were peeled open; her inner lips were sort of protruding outward, requiring a little more assistance from me. I gently pried her lips apart with my thumbs, and gave her a tentative lick.

“Oh, yes!” she hissed, “God, yes! Do me there!”

And with her hands pulling my face into her, my tongue found it’s through her inner lips and lapped at her like a dog. Janet’s hips started to buck with my lapping; her excitement transmitted itself to me and soon I wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly. But I kept at her, stopping every minute or so to rest my tongue and gave her cunt a visual inspection. The smell was stronger; she was flooded with a mix of my saliva and her own juices. Her clit was swollen to twice its earlier size, and I reminded myself to pay special attention to it.

I put my hands on the insides of her smooth supple thighs and softly coaxed her legs even further apart. As I did, her inner lips suddenly gaped open and I saw strands of her sweet nectar stretching web-like between the two sides of her hot little cunt.

I almost came then and there. Even with her pubic hair covering a portion of her snatch, it looked for all the world like a ripened peach. I began to lick the silken skin on her innermost thighs and she began to cry.

“What’s wrong, Janet?”

“Nuh … Nothing.” She replied.

“No, tell me what’s wrong?” I insisted, not wanting to spoil what up to then had been a perfect seduction.

“It’s so good … I love it. I love you. I want you to kiss me there, but I want you to lick me here too … I … I … I don’t know what I want!”

I sent my tongue back into her cunt and caressed her inner thighs and occasionally her clit with my fingers and palms.

The hot walls of her cunt seemed to clutch at my tongue. I marveled at her tightness and knew that her boyfriend, Eric must have had a small dick.

‘Well, ‘ I told myself, ‘I would be changing that shortly.’

For the first time, I began to suck on her clit. That brought a series of low guttural growls and I knew she was close. I flicked my eyes up to look at her face. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed as the intense new sensations flowed through her. Her full pouting lips were parted sexily, and she was panting and sweating. I flicked my tongue quickly over the hard little pebble, and then pressed the flat of my tongue firmly against it.

“OH GOD!” she squealed, as my tongue pressed and flicked against her sensitive organ. I looked up and saw her chest heaving while she gasped for air. She tried to sit up, but fell back, too weak to do anything but moan and cum.

And she came with a vengeance. I felt her start to shake and twitch as her orgasm radiated throughout her body. I wrapped my tongue around her fiery clit and sucked at it ravenously while she shook and convulsed through her climax.

It lasted about twenty seconds, but she kept shuddering for another three minutes. I know I kept looking at my wristwatch.

I took a final soft lick at her puffy lips before raising my head to look at her. She seemed totally at peace as she lay back in the afterglow of her cum. She looked at me through half-closed eyes with a smile of pure contentment.

“Ready to fuck?” I asked, as I caressed her left breast.

“Oh, yeah … I’m ready.”

“But?” I said knowing what was coming.

“I … um…”

“You’re worried about me tearing you up, aren’t you?”

“Um … I guess.”

“All I can say is … well, you’re not a virgin, right?”

“Right, Eric and me did it last month.”

“But I’m bigger than he is?”

A lot.”

“You must know that I’ve opened you up some with what we’ve already done.”

“I know. I know … but still…”

“Do you want to do it? I mean, I won’t force you.

You know that, right?”


“So … why don’t we try? If you find it hurts too much, or you just can’t handle it, I’ll stop.”

“How do I know you will?”

“My word as a gentleman.”

That made her laugh. She touched my face, caressed my neck, and softly said, “All right, let’s.”

I laid her back, spread her legs and carefully entered her smoldering, moist cunt. She was trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. With only the head of my dick inside her, Janet’s pelvis started undulating.

“Okay so far?” I inquired, whispering in her ear.

“Yeah,” she replied, breathing faster and faster into my neck.

Janet jerked her hips, and I realized she was active in trying to get more of my meat into her.

But she really was tight, and I wanted to keep my word and hold any pain to a minimum. I also selfishly wanted to prolong the fuck, knowing that the longer we went, the better it would be.

And so I pushed it in, then worked it back out, and repeated the process until I was satisfied she was starting to stretch just a little.

I kept at it, until Janet signaled her readiness by wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Ready to really try it?”

“Mmmm, so far it’s been wonderful.”

“Let me know if I go too far.”

“How do I do that?”

“A simple, ‘Stop’ should do it.”

“Okay,” she murmured and I felt her body relax.

I began to move in her, using short, but firm strokes, concentrating on loosening her vagina as much as possible.

“Ow! That hurts!” she groaned.

I kept pushing in and out, never even pausing. I had given her a safe word and she had not used it. To me that meant keep going, and I did.

Moments later, Janet groaned again, but her tone and words gave a different slant to things.

“So good … feels so good!” she said over and over.

I slipped a hand under her ass, and began a serious fucking.

Her eyes flew open as the new sensations hit home.

“Oh … my … God!”

“Not quite, lover, but close. Now this is what’s called fucking!”

I was already slamming out groins together as the words left my mouth.

I worked a finger into her ass. Heard her shrill shriek, but kept it in her as I pounded my dick in on the other side.

“GAWD!” she squawked. But her movement belied any indignation, or affront at my actions.

I was pumping as hard and fast as I was capable of. This jackhammer run usually lasts about thirty seconds before I slow down. But this time I was still pounding furiously at around forty-five seconds before slowing. My heart was beating so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I was dripping sweat from every pore.

It took me a moment to realize that Janet was screaming she was coming, over and over again.

That brought me to the edge and over. I ground my cock into her one last time and released a torrent of jizm as her hot sheath clenched me, not wanting me to leave her comfortable cunt.

We held each other desperately until I slipped out. I rolled off her, and extracted the limp rubber with its heavy load, dumping it in the trash. I rolled over and she nestled on my shoulder, her pussy clenched around my thigh. Her hand rested on my stomach.

“Mmmm, I feel so full … and so well FUCKED,” she murmured.

But the first time Janet attempted to move — she half-rolled to one side — she groaned with obvious pain.

“What is it?” I inquired, concerned that I had done some damage while fucking her.

“It’s okay,” she said, reassuring me. “It’s … I’m awful sore down there. I don’t know if I can walk, or even stand.”

“Let’s try it and see how bad it is,” I said.

Gingerly, I helped her up from the bed. She managed to stand, but I had to keep her from falling when she attempted to walk.

“What time is it?” she asked.

It was twenty to eleven. I told her.

She went rigid, groaned and tried to take another step. She managed it, but tottered a little with the next.

“It’s your balance, I think,” I said.

She nodded her agreement and tried again.

Soon she was able to hobble across the room and back again on her own.

“I think it’s my muscles down there.”

“It’s possible you’ve never put them through anything like that before.”

Janet laughed, and said, “For damn sure.”

“Well, you’ll probably be walking without looking like you’re about to fall over by the time you get home.”

“I’d better get home quick,” she laughed, “I’ve got a 10:00 curfew.”

“Shit!” I said.

“It’s all right, they won’t ground me. I’m a good girl, aren’t I?”

“You certainly are,” I agreed. Then kissed her goodnight and saw her off.


“Jesus”, Hayley thought to herself, as she walked from one room after the other, “I am so fucking horny!”

She quickly ran down her options. She could watch a porno flick and masturbate, she could read a dirty story on the Internet and masturbate, she could hop online and indulge in cybersex and masturbate, or she could call a “personals” telephone line and have phone sex and masturbate.

None of them had all that much appeal to her.

She realized that her own touch was not going to be enough to send her over the edge this time around. She frowned, and then quickly erased the frown, concerned that it might cause a crease that might become a wrinkle as her mother had warned her countless times. She smiled. Smiles were good, her mother had told her. Perhaps even more times than about the creases. Still holding the smile, Hayley picked up the phone, and dialed a newly memorized number.

“Hi Aubrey,” she chirped into the phone when he answered.

I put a smile in my voice as I answered her. “Hey, it’s Hayley, what a nice surprise.”

Later she would tell me that my voice had thrilled her with its deep mellow tones.

What the hell, we were fuck buddies. That is, we had been fucking one another for several days now, and I had told her anytime she felt she needed some relief to give me a call.

“Are we still on for tonight?” I asked, thinking she was calling to break our date.

“What are you doing this afternoon, anyway?” she said, having decided to be direct about why she was calling.

I laughed. I could tell by the tone in her voice, she wanted to be fucked. And that she wanted it now.

It wasn’t a problem. I genuinely liked her, and cared about her feelings, but what I adored most about her was her body, and what I could do with it.

I decided to tease her. “Well…” I drew out the word and followed it by a pause.

“Well, what?” she rose to the bait like I knew she would.

“Well, I really have some work to do. My mom left me some chores, and…”

“You’re home alone?”

“Yeah, sure, Mom’s working.”

“Can I come over? I could probably help you do the chores.”

“I’ve got most of them done. I was getting ready to take a little nap, you know, to rest up for our date tonight.” I was teasing her, but she hadn’t caught on yet.

There was a momentary pause while Hayley thought of a reply, and then “I can think of the perfect way to relax you,” she purred suggestively.

I laughed again. “And how is that, Hayley, you little slut?”

Hayley felt a thrill run through her genitals.

“Invite me over, and I’ll show you,” Hayley responded, already unable to keep her hand off her cunt. ‘Damn, he was turning her on already!’

I felt a twitch in my dick at the thought of her naked before me, and I agreed and told her to get her ass over to my place. “Come over now, then, I have things to do.” I sighed, for show of course, “I can’t spend all day taking care of your needs, Hayley, but I’ll do my best.” I knew she loved my talking dirty to her.

“You’re best is certainly good enough for me, Bree. I’ll be there in five minutes,” she said, and hung up the phone before I could change my mind.

Hayley quickly ran into her bedroom, slipped out of her nightgown and threw on a sundress. It was black with flowers all over it, and had spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It was tight around her breasts and since she couldn’t wear a bra with it, she decided to leave her panties off too.

Giggling happily, she skipped out of the house, her tits bouncing to beat the band; and she laughed aloud at the thought of actually getting a black eye from hitting herself in the face with them. She hopped into her red Miata, and gave it the gas. As the car shrieked going into the first turn, she took the opportunity to yell out, “I’m going to get laid!”

After making the ten block trip to Aubrey’s home, she found a parking spot on the street right in front. She got out of the car and looked around. It was a nice old Victorian house with a huge old oak tree in the front yard, casting its shadows over the front porch that ran the length of the house. Hayley bounded up the front steps and rang the bell.

I opened the door and gave Hayley a bear hug in greeting. She kissed me, missing my mouth, but getting my lower lip. Giggling, she slapped my behind.

“That’s for teasing me. You know what I want.”

I slapped her on each ass cheek, about twice as hard as she’d slapped me.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, though I knew it hadn’t hurt her. She liked it rougher than that.

“I’ll get you, you sadist!” she shrieked happily and slapped me a couple of times before I caught her hand and twisted it behind her.

“No fair!” she yelled, but not all that loud.

I released her arm and we wrestled for a minute or so until I had her pinned in the entryway, or foyer.

I looked down at her and she smiled back up at me.

“Say, Uncle!” I said, demanding she surrender.

“Uncle.” she replied, then slapped me on the ass again.

I just looked down at her, and said, “Do that one more time, and I’ll be forced to kiss you.”


And so, I brought my mouth down on hers. Before I could get my tongue inside, Hayley’s was thrusting through my lips and running over my teeth and gums.

By the time we broke the kiss; my cock was fully hard and pressed firmly against her leg.

Hayley snickered and said, “I feel something down there.”

In answer, I rubbed it against her leg more forcibly.

“Oh, I like that … whatever it is.”

I rubbed some more. Actually, it felt pretty nice, rubbing on her smooth leg.

“I think its playtime,” she said with a husky music in her voice. This time it was her voice turning me on.

Using that husky voice again, Hayley cooed, “Why don’t you roll over?”

I did, rolling off of her to lie on the floor beside her.

She turned to me, bent down so that her face was close to my waist. She opened my fly, took my cock out and examined it minutely.

“It’s so pretty.” she said, almost to herself. “And it feels so neat, you know, hard on the inside, and so soft on the outside.”

“Hard for you,” I said.

“Mmmm, can I have it? Is it all for me?” Hayley asked playfully,

“It’s all yours,” I answered, “It’s your fun toy.”

“Let’s see how it tastes, and she extended her tongue, licked at the purple head as it flanged out just outside her circle of fingers.

“I like it!” she gasped, presenting her verdict. “And I want more!”

“And you shall have more,” I said, “but first, show me how you jill off.”


“I’m sure you heard me. I want to see you masturbate.”

“Fuck! You know, Aubrey I could have stayed the fuck home and done that!”

“But not with me for an audience,” I said, reminding her that my dick awaited her when she finished entertaining me.

“You are going to fuck me?”

“Don’t I always?” I answered.

Her eyes told me that I did satisfy her, but her mouth had a derisive sneer to it. But she pulled the sundress over her head, and stood naked before me.

I nodded, revealing my admiration for her fine body as she knelt on the floor with her upper torso leaning across the couch. She made her nipples hard by pinching and yanking on them until her hips began to rock.

I stroked my dick, she was putting on a first rate performance for me, and I wanted to be ready for her when she finished.

With a soft moan, Hayley reached behind her and grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide.

I saw her start to clench them, rhythmically.

She spoke to me then, her voice had a hunger in it that I didn’t recall having heard before.

“I can’t do this for too long, because it makes me want to come right away; but it really jumpstarts my engine.

Then, with her thighs spread, Hayley placed fingers from both hands at each side of her pussy mound just where it opens, and began making little circles.

“My … clittie is way too sensitive to touch directly with my fingers. But don’t worry; I love you to put your tongue there.”

She laughed, and said, “What I do is apply pressure this way, massaging through the flesh. I vary the pressure of my fingers, and as the tension builds, I throw in a few hard clenches that yank my slit wide open and take my breath away.

“Then when my lips are making those little kissy noises … can you hear them yet?”

I could, and nodded.

She giggled, and said, “It means I’m wet … wet enough to slide a finger inside. I curve the finger up to find my spot. Oh, Christ, look at me, I’m starting to tremble all over!”

“You’re something to see, that’s for sure, I tell her.

She nodded, and told me she appreciating my telling her. I continued watching her. She now had one hand alternating between massaging her clit and groping her breasts. The other hand continued rubbing her g-spot.

“OH!” she gasped, and I leaned in for a closer look. “I’m … I’m gonna cum!”

She hurried her climax along, plunging two stiffened fingers inside, while the other hand mashed against the rest of her cunt. Her hips, on automatic pilot, were rocking; her back was hunched, and her face was buried in the cushions.

Hayley was grunting in some kind of rhythm known only to her; grinding her hand – the only still visible to me – harder and harder against her pussy, until something popped and she convulsed a moment before relaxing, apparently flooded with satisfaction and new found energy.

A few seconds passed, then she said, “I showed you, now give it to me!”

I tendered my dick to her. She only accepted it after bringing her juice covered fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. Then, her mouth was nuzzling the head of my cock, covered it as one might pull a condom over it.

I was amazed at the warmth of her mouth.

Hayley continued to absorb me into her throat until I hit something back there that caused her to gag. She removed me, coughed several times, wiped a tear from her eye, and took me even deeper.

I couldn’t help but moan a little.

Taking me from between her lips, she looked me in the eye and laughed. “Am I your favorite little cocksucker, or what?”

“You are my favorite little cocksucker, Hayley, for sure.”

She studied my cock as she held it in her hand. It was shiny with her saliva.

“Maybe you want me to play with your balls?”

“That would be nice,” I told her.

“This is when I should make you jerk off for me,” she said, and I seriously thought that was what she had in store for me.

“Naw…” she paused to laugh, then said, “You wouldn’t be able to fuck me for a while.”

My cock was jerking every few seconds while she gently fondled my balls. “Amazing,” she murmured, before kissing each testicle in turn. She seemed as fascinated with my genitals as a kid with a new toy. She kissed my cock over and over, then took it in and sucked it softly; then harder, took it out again and licked it up and down like an ice cream cone.

The wet slurping sounds Hayley was making were a delight to my ears.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I told her.

“Is that a problem?” she asked.

“I thought I’d play with you first.”

Oh? Well, how do you intend to … play with me?”

“Lie back on the couch. Keep your feet on the floor.”

I sat next to her, ran my hand over her belly.

She shuddered.

“Still coming?”

“Just little twinges every so often; but don’t let it stop you.”

“I won’t,” and I placed a kiss on her belly button, and made her laugh.

“Are your nipples extra sensitive today?”

“Yes, I think so,” she replied.

“Let’s see,” I said and ran a fingertip around the left one. I was delighted to see it harden under my touch.

“I like that,” I told her.

“I do too,” she replied, and then gasped with pleasure as I did the same to the other one. It too hardened under the tutelage of my thumb.

“Now, let’s see how they taste.”

I bent and licked her left nipple several times, then opened my mouth and sucked the portion of her breast containing the aureole into it; then used my tongue to flick at the tip of the pucker. The result was an approving moan from Hayley.

“Tastes great,” I told her to a fusillade of giggles.

I leaned toward her, and wrapped myself around her. I didn’t kiss her lips, but her cheek near her ear lobe. I kissed her neck and felt her melt into me. I nuzzled her neck, heard her moan softly, urging me on as I slid my hand down between her legs.

Her pelvis surged upward when I began massaging her moist outer lips. She mewed softly and that told me to go slowly; to bring her to a greater orgasm than ever before.

“Do you want me inside you?” I whispered; our cheeks pressed together.

“Yes!” she moaned back. “Yes!”

I pushed two fingers past her external folds. Her body opened to me as they slid into the velvety flesh and she mewed again. I started to count to five, and then seven, as my fingers worked their way in and out of her, drawing each sensation out to its fullest. Her breathing quickened, and so did my thrusts.

She was moaning as if in a dream; and called my name out, followed by a soft, hissing, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Hayley was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I brought her to the edge, let her slip back, using her soft moans as a guide. And when she began to grunt, I knew she was coming, and set my fingers to flying in and out of her, and then slowed to the point of almost no movement whatsoever.

“Oh, God!’ she panted, and closed her thighs on my hand as if that would jump start my fingers again.

I knew she was wondering why I had not let her come; but what I was doing now felt so nice she forgot to complain.

I was lightly massaging her g-spot, and used my other hand to lift her knees and spread her thighs open. I leaned down and stretched my tongue out, and licked her.

Hayley gasped as if shocked with a cattle prod.

I savored the condensed sweetness of her juices, and drew more out of her, then added my own saliva to thoroughly saturate her cunt.

Hayley’s head was thrashing back and forth, and pure gibberish spewed from her mouth. And each time my tongue danced lightly over her clit, she let out a high pitched squeal of delight. Then, with my mouth glued to her cunt, her fluids gushed over my tongue and into my mouth.

I swallowed repeatedly, as she gripped the sheet on the bed trying to offset the tension reverberating throughout her body.

I jabbed at her frantically with my fingers; causing her to thrash and moan with her approaching climax. She was close; but for some reason she just couldn’t get there.

I held her hips still, and slid my tongue out of her drooling cunt, and pushed my wet fingers back in.

“It’s okay,” I said to reassure her. “I want to try something else.”

“What’s that?” she asked, panting with excitement.

I pulled my slick fingers out of her and looked at them. “Seems to be plenty enough for our needs.”

Hayley’s eyes widened in interest at my action; following the movement of my fingers as I brought them up to her nipple, and carefully applied the shiny sauce all around it. This act was so sexy it had her shivering with excitement. And, after coating the entire brown circle of her left aureole, I attacked it; sucking forcefully and providing her with what she later called a mini-cum that repeated itself several times before I stopped sucking on her tit.

“Much tastier,” I said after letting her tit pop from my mouth.

“OH FUCK!” she moaned, at both the loss of my mouth on her tit and the reentry of my fingers into her sopping snatch.

I could feel the heat pouring from her body. She yelled my name and God’s, and came hard.

I clamped down on her by pulling up by the finger I had inside her. I fixed my mouth to her other breast, and kept her legs apart with my thighs while my busy fingers opened her hole to further frantic fingering.

“Oh, God … no!” she pleaded.

“Aubrey, please … no more!”

I kept fingering her and her body rocked in tune with my ministrations.

“Oh, God!” she cried and began to shudder violently as another climax struck.

Moments later she was murmuring sounds of pleasure into my ear. I felt her recover and then relax on top of me. She felt like warm liquid as her body surrendered to the aftermath of what had happened to it.

She flowed downward so that she could kiss me, but stopped when my hard dick unerringly found the opening to her pussy. She wrapped her legs under my thighs, and pulled at me as she turned her body. I followed her so that I ended up on top of her in missionary position.

Her eyes were mad with wanting. I slammed my cock into her and saw her breasts jiggle, did it again just to see them shake again. I moved faster, slamming into her, making her grunt with each thrust. I was having trouble catching my breath, and I was so close to coming myself. Usually I would back off to prolong the shared intimacies, but not this time.

Giving it everything I had, I pumped three more times and started spewing my load into her. Hayley screamed “Aubrey!” three times in succession and came with me, bucking and spasming, as shockwaves reverberated between our bodies.

We lay there panting, chests heaving.

“I thought … I thought,” She said, “that you’d never stop.”

“I nearly died giving it to you,” I replied, and meant it.

“Will you sit on top of me?” I asked her gently.


When I pulled my cock from her, we both looked at it, shining in the dim light of my bedroom. She took it in one hand, and said, “It feels so slick.”

“Plenty of natural lubricant on it,” I answered.

She crouched above me then; took the cock and guided it to the entrance of her cunt. “Should I?”

“Go ahead, let’s see what happens.”

She slowly fed it into her velvety warmth.

I groaned at the wonderful sensation.

The head slipped in.

Hayley moaned happily.

She did a little shimmy, took more of me into her furnace of love.

“You do things to me that I never imagined possible,” she said huskily.

“I could say the same of you, Hayley.”

“Thank you, but I know that’s not true.”

“Fishing for compliments, are you?” I said with a broad smile.

“No way,” she responded. “You’re special.”

“You mean, like retarded?”

She laughed; it had a delightful peal to it. “No, like a god-like lover; one who comes along once in a lifetime, if that.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say to that. Thank you, Haley.

“I love fucking you, Aubrey.”

“Well, I love fucking you too.”

Hayley lifted up until I was right at her entrance. She sat down, enveloping me.

“We should record us,” she murmured.

“Yeah, be good to have a camera, tape us,” I agreed.

She rose up, plopped down; providing the both of us with wonderful sensations.

“I think we’d need more than one camera,” she said, falling into a gentle rhythm.

“Yeah, those amateur videos miss a lot of good angles,” I said.

“Three should about do it, don’t you think?”

“Sounds about right,” I said, wondering if we would be videoing ourselves over the next few days and weeks.

“Enough talk, let’s fuck,” she said and rose and fell at a quicker pace.

As she moved, she watched my face; watched the pleasure mount. I realized that Hayley wasn’t concerned with her own orgasm, but wanted mine to be special.

I went with the flow, told her she was incredible, and my body went rigid, my hips rose up as she ground her pelvis into them and I came, pulsing jet after jet into the furthest recesses of her cunt.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Hayley, looking down at me.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

“I loved it. I love you.”


The following day, Hayley bought four video cameras, and the accessories to mount them.

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