Prologue

Diun’ja was the greatest warrior his people had ever seen. He had won many battles and much honor. As was custom the strongest was chosen for the breeding as was his reward. A world was chosen to spread his seed and through this spread his perfection as his people saw it. It was an isolated world where his progeny could grow. Earth was its name and the inhabitants would be unaware of the true purpose of this alien visitor.

Mistaken for the Homeless

Diun’ja traveled from the landing site dressed in street clothes that his people had given him to better blend in. He was lured by the city lights of L.A. Even from a distance it drew his attention. In this place there were many opportunities to meet potential mates allowing him to spread his genetic material.

Diun walked the streets of Los Angeles taking in all the new sights. There were building he had never seen and many people dressed in strange garbs. He must have wandered a good portion of the city before he decided to rest. Uncaring of the cold he fell asleep on a park bench in the middle of a park. Diun awoke to feel something tap his foot and a woman’s voice. Shifting where he lay he caught sight of an attractive brunette in a uniform. It was the middle of the night and a full moon hung overhead. The badge she wore said police on it. Diun ignored her and went back to sleep. There was another tap on his sneakers this time more insistent. Annoyed he rolled over to face the cop and found a second one with black hair done up in a pony tail. She had tanned skin and the features of a Hispanic woman. Her body was tight and slender. This time she had been the one who had tapped his boot.

The other woman was backing up her partner when the black haired woman said, “Alright buddy time to get a move on or we’ll have to put you in the squad car and take you downtown.”

Diun disliked the threat that was implied in her voice and rose to his feet. Growling he returned the challenge staring down at the two women. The second one moved for her taser firing it at him. The jolt that would have put down a full grown human no matter what size he was didn’t bother Diun. For him the jolt was barely noticeable though it was clear what she tried to do. Picking up the dark haired one by her uniform he tossed her into the second one easily. The two women fell to the ground together unconscious from the impact. The attack now answered he moved off no longer interested in staying there. On his way out he found their cop car and to avoid possible pursuit he decided to put it out of commission.

Jessica and Patrice woke up to find the homeless man gone and rushed to the cop car. Exiting the park they found it laying there tipped over on the street. Looking inside they found the radio ripped out and the camera inside the car destroyed. Patrice pissed off kicked the side of the car. She couldn’t believe something like this had happened. It took awhile before her partner was able to calm her down. They decided to walk back to the station and possibly wave down a police car along the way before one of them spotted the perp up ahead.

Diun had just started walking away when he heard someone yell, “Freeze!” Standing in front of a wall he merely sprang over it landing in a crouch on the other side before continuing on. Both women looked at each other in disbelief. Finally Patrice after a moment led the way after him leaping to catch the top of the wall. Hoisting herself up she offered a hand to her partner who did the same. After landing on the other side they unholstered their guns continuing the pursuit.

“Shouldn’t we shouldn’t we just let this one go and call for backup?” Jessica said as they continued to follow his trail. Looking for any sign of him Patrice replied, “And tell them what? That we lost the perp after he somehow managed to knock us out, flip our car, and leap over a wall right in front of us? Are you nuts? They’ll laugh us right out of the station! Now come on!” Patrice said leading the way. Jessica was close behind when she saw Patrice disappear suddenly and she moved around a nearby corner.

Jessica wasn’t able to get a shot off as she followed and was caught by surprise with a punch to the gut. The wind knocked out of her she folded to the ground her legs giving out. Patrice was on the ground in a similar position holding her gut and barely keeping herself from puking. Looking up Jessica saw the perp looking down at them waiting to see if either of them got up. Both women’s bodies had never taken a punch that hard and would take them a little while to recover.

He picked up both their guns now loose on the ground and tossed them on the building they were leaning against. Satisfied that they were in no condition to follow he turned around. Patrice managed to catch her breath and got up. Charging she tried to leap on his back and catch him in a sleeper hold. Jessica’s partner had a good grip and had taken many other much larger opponents by doing just that. This time however Jessica saw the man quickly turn around and catch her with one hand by the throat.

Shaking his head in disgust at this continuing annoyance he decided that no other choice but to embarrass them to try to end this. He intended not to hurt them seriously and would hold back. Letting her go he ripped open her sleeve tossing it aside then backing away. Patrice not getting it attacked again with a punch only to lose another piece of her clothing. Jessica soon began to see the rules. Every time he was attacked Patrice would lose something. Deciding to hit him while he was distracted she aimed low for the back of his legs aiming with her nightstick. A hand caught her near the collarbone and squeezed before she could even bring the weapon to bare. Jessica’s eyes rolled up into her head as she passed out.

By the time she woke up Patrice was riding the man they had just been fighting. Sliding up and down on his cock she felt him cum coating her insides. Jessica was so shocked she could only stare at the whole scene aghast. Pushing Patrice’s heaving body off so she rolled onto her pile of clothes beside him Diun got up. Jessica was soon given a face to face with his huge member still stiff, and hard now wet with her friend’s juices. The moon light illuminated his tan skin and powerful form as smiled the smile of a predator stalking his prey. Even now his pheromones were beginning their work but Diun was growing impatient. He was beginning to like the softness of these human women. Even now he yearned to feel their velvety softness envelop his pole as he fucked Jessica as he had her friend.

The other one had been less resistant he found this one far more admirable. She reminded him of one of his own species’ women. Mating among his people were far more violent in comparison. A male had to prove his prowess by showing his strength. The act fueled their hormones of both causing the mating to become much more heated. The other one had begun to show him some new things before she finally lost it and mounted him riding him to the end. 

Grasping Jessica’s hips he pulled he up onto her knees. Positioning her in front of him he was given a pleasing view of her crouch. Ripping a big enough hole to expose her beautiful pussy he rubbed it with his fingers stroking her. Jessica sucked in a breath gasping at how good it felt. Slipping his fingers inside he copied his earlier actions with Patrice. Stroking her he teased her pussy until she begged for release. Smiling Diun slipped his cock in easing it in inch by inch. Grasping her hips he buried himself all the way up to the hilt. Jessica sighed in contentment as she felt his full length buried inside her Jessica’s body shivered with anticipation.

“Fuck me please fuck me!” Jessica cried out. Needing no more encouragement Diun gave Jessica what she wanted. Grasping her hips plunge his hips forward as he used her hips to pull her back against him giving hard deep thrusts. Building up a hard pace skin could be heard slapping against skin as their two bodies slammed together.

“Ah, ah, ah aaah!” Jessica screamed passionately a Diun hammered into her.

“I’m gonna cum!” Jessica yelled after ten minutes of this her body squirting out her juices all over him. Her whole body spasmed as the orgasm wracked her from head to toe. After pulling out his sperm on its way into her womb he got up and got dressed. Two women were now pregnant in this surprising turn of events.

Jessica was still gasping for air shivering in the cold night air when Diun left the two of them. It would take awhile before her or Patrice were in any condition to head home and get dressed. Both were sore but still feeling the effects of their orgasms as they tried to recover. Seeing him leave Jessica wondered who the stranger was and where had he come from? There was no doubt that she and Patrice would remember this night for the rest of their lives. They would call their sergeant later and try to explain how their car got flipped, and try to get it returned to the station. Even now Jessica knew they would have to lie. Who would believe the truth?

Sniffing his fingers Diun licked Jessica’s juices off his reveling in the taste. No one had told him how good human women tasted down there. Their cum tasted ever so sweet, and satisfying. His taste buds went wild as he licked his fingers clean his thoughts turned to idea of eventually getting more.

A Female Hiker

To avoid any further trouble from the police Diun decided to move away from the city for a while heading out to the hills. He had discarded most his clothes preferring to leave them behind once he reached the safety of the hills. Already he began to dislike their constriction and how they made his body feel hot as he hiked up the hill towards the Hollywood sign. He felt quite free like this without the restrictions of human clothes. A young female hiker was making her way up the path and spotted the naked man up the slope. His body well formed not too muscular. His species were not built to get much bigger for they were far denser than humans. Though his skin looked soft like theirs it was in fact stronger than any metal after dealing with strong gravity from his homeworld.

The woman stood dumbfounded looking at his alluring body every bit masculine. She made an audible gulp as he neared her, his pheromones filling her nostrils and making her body excited. She looked down in shock to find her nipples already hard and her pussy juices soaking her panties and pants.

She had extra set of clothes in her backpack and she would need them as Diun ripped open her shirt before planting a hard kiss on her. In a second movement he tore her pants open tossing them aside.

Monica a petite blond with small breasts and sexy curved ass stood now naked in front of the well-hung Diun. How all this had happened she didn’t know but she didn’t argue with her luck as he bent down and picked her up hoisting her right off the ground.

 The strange man must have been 6’4 towering over her at Monica’s height of 5’2. All the natural lube her body was producing was about to be put to the test as his massive member buried itself into her helpless body. Hanging off him she was jarred by the impact as he began to fuck her Monica’s orgasms coming all too fast. Every nerve in her body was so sensitive and she didn’t know how long she could last like this. Part of her felt like she was going to die by being fucked to death her body finally giving out under the strain. Monica felt like a rag doll and was loving every minute of it. Never before had she felt like this with every other man, and she didn’t want it to stop. Sweat covered her body and her breaths came in gasps. Monica felt like she was running a marathon as she seemed to climax without end against this seemingly tireless machine of a man.

With a loud growl she felt him cum inside her spurting his great load. Monica whimpered as she sensed that the experience was over and this strange man would leave her.

“Please don’t leave me. I have a house not far from here. You could spend the night there and leave in the morning if you wish.” Monica suggested hopefully. Diun nodded seeing such a thing could prove useful.

Helping her dress he carried her back to her home because her legs could no longer carry her for a time. Diun found clothes from one of her old boyfriends that he had left there inside her closet. Some of the more baggy sweats and t-shirts fit him and he picked the most ideal to wear. He had decided that though he might have to wear human clothing it was not necessary to be uncomfortable.

Before he left Monica begged for him to take her one more time. This time he experimentally tried a slower pace to see how she handled it. These human women appeared to be more fragile than the females of his species. It wouldn’t do to kill one of his mates so he tried things more slowly. Her responses to this change further encouraged this.

Monica wrapped her legs and arms around him meeting each thrust. Pumping in between her legs Diun became fascinated by this response. Normally his species simply took what they wanted hard and fast. Now it was not nearly pheromones that were bringing her to orgasm but his improving technique. He sensed every reaction before she made it anticipating her. It was a new experience not simply breeding but giving a part of himself. The sound of her breathing, and her smell heightened his own pleasure.

Kissing her neck where it met the shoulder he heard her gasp out, “Yes, Yes. That’s it! Don’t stop! Ohhh Sh----ttt!” Diun felt her cream all over his cock her mouth hanging open. She kissed his neck as she tried desperately to catch her breath her chest heaving.

 Diun had been unaware he was even capable of this and it was a welcome discovery. Monica’s orgasms were fewer but more intense as her body was barely able to contain it. On the last one she passed out overwhelmed and exhausted. Diun was sure even now that a child would soon begin to grow in her womb. In a matter of weeks not months she would give birth to a healthy child that would be his. He had not talked to her the entire time at least not verbally.

He merely communicated his intentions unconsciously as was common among his people. Monica would raise her hips during sex allowing him better access or give him a glass of water when he wanted it earlier that morning. He could achieve this after making a conscious effort to communicate it. Speech had been forgotten years ago among his species. Even now he was barely relearning it instead he decided to stick to sensing her intentions just as she sensed his. It began with an image or emotion. Sometimes it was hard to describe. He simply knew what she wanted.

It was a beautiful feeling when dealing with humans. Their emotions were less raw like a pouring river and more like a gentle stream. Diun found it soothing as he let it flow through him mixing with his own emotions. He communicated how beautiful he thought she was at that moment gently planting that image in her mind. Like a flower she opened up to him it was Diun’s turn to gasp as he felt the full impact of it.

The thought of this woman carrying his child filled him with unusual pride. Normally his people did not open themselves to the thoughts of their partners especially when they considered them inferior. By all accounts that is what humans were. His people were the picture of physical perfection. None suffered from any physical ailment or disease.

They were tougher and stronger. Their minds sharper than the greatest of the humans able to anticipate an opponent, and take preemptive actions to defeat them even before combat commenced. Diun remembered each battle he had ever fought in and those that belonged to his forbearers. In his DNA were the memories of thousands of males and females from his line that came before him. Each lesson had helped shaped him adding to his own personality and strengths.

He had proven his line to be superior and all had bowed before him acknowledging his perfection. The new title of Nafi had bestowed to him for he was the first to ever rise to such a height. Even after he had bred with the unwed females of legal age many more of his own people’s women awaited his seed seeking to share in his superior genetics. Why did he not feel as honored by that notion as he once had? Was it perhaps that he felt a kinship with these humans?

In the beginning their two species had not been dissimilar. His people had advanced far because their desire to prove their own genetics. When a new species came their genetics strengths were added to their own, and those who were not strong were merely breeding stock to make their children strong. Eventually the weak were bred out and only the powerful remained.

Diun’s mind now turned to the woman on the bed before him. Her name was Monica and he saw her dreams and desires. She wanted children one day but had been told that she couldn’t. Despite this he sensed that his DNA had only fixed this problem. The first sample had healed her imperfect womb and the second had planted his seed there. In their coupling he had and sensed their potential.

A new doubt was placed in his mind: Did he really want to leave is progeny to fend for themselves? Why not stay and see them grow up? Perhaps he could even see what they would do on this far removed world, and what of the mother’s of his children? Diun had no doubt his children would act out of the ordinary.

While some might not notice their mother’s soon would. Eventually they would seek out their birthright as warriors yearning for the call of combat.

Even now Diun remembered his past experiences. It had a strong pull among his people. Through it genetics were proven as with every other physical or mental competition. That same drive would exist in his young no matter what the humans tried to teach them.

Why he worried about such things when none of his kind had before he didn’t understand.

Putting these thoughts aside he kissed her cheek tenderly an image of tenderness he had seen in her mind. She would have her wish for a child and he had provided the opportunity. Walking out of the house he headed towards the lights of the city. Already exciting possibilities filled his thoughts and he was eager to see what else he could learn from these humans.

Naughty Librarian

Diun decided in light of all he had learned already he should do some more studying on humans. Heading back into the city he eventually found a library where he could have access to books to learn from. Picking out books on sexuality he placed his hands on each page reading it by touch. Each impression from a former reader gave him the information the book carried within it. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t notice a librarian sneak up behind him.

“Find what you needed?” She asked a smile on her face as he turned. Diun calmly turned to look at her returning her smile.

Sending her the impression he hadn’t she replied, “Would you prefer a book on sexual positions?” This startled Diun as he noticed that he hadn’t consciously communicated it. Was this a side effect of having sex with humans? How else had they begun to affect him that he had been unconscious of? Why had his people not told him of this risk? Diun had never heard of anything like this happening in the past.

 Recovering quickly without her noticing Diun smiled acknowledging her question. Looking at the floor shyly Dana tried to gather her courage as she tried to think of what to say.

“If you want I would be happy to show you some personally.” Dana said blurting out her innermost desires. Her hand quickly covered her mouth as she realized what she had just said to him. Dana wanted to simply get away her face burning with embarrassment.

Diun was intrigued as the freckled red head blushed. He had never seen anything like it. Reaching out he stroked her face surprised it was not red hot due to its color. Smiling as he looked into her deep blue eyes he nodded indicating he was interested. Dana couldn’t believe it.

“We could meet here after work.” Dana suggested. Diun frowned at this. He did not like the idea of waiting. Seeing his reaction Dana’s tongue licked her lips simply trying to wet them. What Diun saw was an action that inflamed his arousal. He had read about the act of kissing and was eager to try it. The act had in fact reminded him of it. Using his stroking hand on her face as subterfuge he reached into her mind lightly plucking out an image. It was her version of the perfect kiss.

Taking her in his arms his mouth hungrily sought hers just like in the image and his tongue parted her lips. Moving around he stroked the inside of her mouth with it concentrating on her enjoyment. Dana felt herself cum right there and then wetting her panties. Wrapping her arms around his neck she deepened the kiss feeling his strong arms wrap around her. When he broke the kiss Dana desperately tried to kiss him again but he stopped her, his finger pressed against her lips. Dana whimpered her eyes begging to continue the intimate act.

Controlling himself and his growing need to have her Diun planted the image of her home in Dana’s mind. Nodding in agreement as if he had said it verbally she led the way out the door. Finding her car they drove back to her house. Once they were inside Dana closed the door behind them. When she turned around Diun began kissing Dana’s neck making it hard for her to concentrate. Something was still causing her to hesitate so Diun stopped.

He wondered what was wrong and she gave him her answer, “I’m a virgin.” A questioning look came over his face after hearing this. He did not understand the full implications. The impression he was getting didn’t make sense. She knew about sex but was nervous about her first time. His people were never nervous. They had too much memory to call from. Surety was a part of being who he was.

Taking his hand she led him to the bedroom. Inside was the usual furniture along with a T.V. and VCR.

Turning on the television she pressed play on the VCR. Images came on to the screen of a man and a woman having sex. Seeing it Diun nodded understanding. That was how she knew. Like he knew how to have sex from his memories she had learned from these images on the screen. Touching the VCR he read from it that she used it quite often for this purpose, as well as something more.

He saw her touching herself while watching as well as using some strange object. Pleasure was attached to this image and he wondered what it was. Even now he could hear a steady hum attached to this new image.

Moving to one of her drawers Dana took out a vibrator showing it to him. Taking it he looked it over and handed it back wanting her to show him how to use it. Removing her clothes shyly she moved to the bed. Dana felt so self conscious in this situation. She had never done this with a man in the room before or anyone else for that matter. Laying there with her head propped up by the pillows Dana began to stroke it across her pussy. It buzzed and vibrated sending tingles through her body. She seemed to focus on her clitoris a lot pressing it there and holding it before moving on. As soon as she was good and wet she slid the vibrator inside herself.

Once it was all the way in she began to move it in and out fucking herself with it. Diun watched in wonder moving in closer for a better view. An image on the screen caught his attention. Dana had forgotten to turn it off. Its sounds filled the background as she continued to play with herself. The sound of one woman cumming had caused him to look at it. A man was licking the woman’s pussy and she was running her fingers through his hair. 

Diun liked this image and was eager to try it for himself. Searching for the word from among her memories his mouth moved clumsily trying to say it, “I…try…please?” Dana stopped slowly removing the toy and handing it to him while it was still on. Taking it he positioned his head over her pussy so he was lying on top of her. Using the vibrator at first he teased her clitoris pressing it firmly against her clit and then removing it.

Facing his cock Dana had her own ideas about teasing and began to lick and play with it. Her fingers and tongue stroked it playing with its length. Diun gasped at the sudden sensation unprepared for it with his attention directed elsewhere. As she began sucking it firmly in her mouth he tossed aside the toy and began licking with enthusiasm. Dana made sounds to show her appreciation. She was so wet and delicious that Diun practically tried to suck and lick off all he could of her juices.

Dana came many times this way making him cum with her as well. What she lacked in experience she made up with passion. Apparently Dana liked how Diun’s sperm tasted as well. To her it tasted like a sweet syrup and she couldn’t get enough. About the fifth time Diun had to get her to stop or she would have kept on going until her jaw got sore.

Lying there next to each other they kissed tenderly while Dana rested and relaxed. Diun was eager to cum inside her after she had caught her breath. Dana was only happy to oblige. Climbing on top she mounted him and began to move her hips up and down riding his cock. Now she was in control, and the one time that Diun tried to get too involved fucking up into her she shook her head to stop him saying, “Wait a minute baby you’ll like this.”

Moving her hips in a circle she ground into him like the porn movies had shown her. It took awhile to get the hang of it but eventually she got the response she wanted. Diun grasping her hips began to spurt inside her the stimulation too much. How many times he came she didn’t know but each one sent her into a mini orgasms and she liked it. She had never seen a man do that in any of the movies and was so proud of herself for causing it.

 By the time it was over he was exhausted as well. Both of them were covered in sweat as they slipped underneath the covers. Dana cuddled against him and Diun enjoyed the feeling wrapping one of his arms around her and kissing her forehead. For the first time he found himself wanting to tell her everything but he knew he shouldn’t. How could she understand and what if she turned away from him because of it? These new emotions began to unsettle him and he decided to leave the next day when she left for work. There was something dangerous about this woman he had not dealt with before. Part of him was screaming to get away from her.

Kissing her goodbye he waited until she was out of sight before he left. As he walked down the street in search of something new another emotion surfaced and he did not recognize it. It made him feel bad for leaving her and not trying to explain. It was an emotion humans called guilt. What he didn’t realize is that during the experience he had done something without realizing it: Diun had stopped using pheromones.
A Stripper’s Surprise

While walking the streets Diun met a mugger. Pointing a gun at him the man urged him into an alley. Little did the mugger realize just who he was dealing with.

“Give me your money!” The mugger yelled keeping the gun on him. As close as they were Diun could feel the evil of the man and see the images of the innocent people he had killed. Some he had raped, while others he had murdered in cold blood uncaring of how much they suffered before they died. This made Diun angry though he couldn’t explain why. Moving forward he felt the impact of the bullet on his skin and ignored it. The bullet did not penetrate or even hurt. The mugger panicked and kept firing without any better luck only stopping when a punch from Diun leveled him breaking his jaw.

Taking the gun Diun crushed it into a hunk of metal in his hand easily, dropping it on the ground beside the mugger. Liking the man’s overcoat he saw little harm taking it from the unconscious thief. When he thought of it the man might have tried to kill him and done the same as he put it on.

As part of that thought process he had little trouble taking any of the man’s money or the valuables he had stolen. Touching the man’s sleeping mind he picked out the image of a pawnbroker nearby who unknowingly sold the stolen goods from time to time. The mugger had used many of them to cover his tracks and not cause suspicion.

Walking there Diun sold the watches, rings, and other things that he had found on the mugger. The money was pretty sizable because most had been expensive, and Diun added it to the cash he had already taken. Thanks to what he had already learned Diun knew how much each bill and coin were worth.

Walking the streets he walked in front of a strip club where a man called out to him, “You interested in a good time friend? Plenty of pretty ladies inside just waiting for a fella like you.”

Diun sensing no danger from the man or from anything inside, he shrugged and entered the building walking right past the man. He was a large fat man with a big buzz cut and a good set of muscles on him. Judging by the look of him Diun guessed he was also there just in case of trouble. The man smiled pleasantly at him waving him inside.

It was dimly lit inside with flashing lights and mostly empty chairs around little tables surrounding a stage. The stage was towards the middle of the room against one of the walls. There were a couple of guys inside but they were just some of the regulars who frequented the place. Most were middle aged guys or older men looking to get away from the troubles outside and see a good show. Diun watched some of the women as he took a seat at the bar with some of the other men. “What will you have stranger?” A pretty little blonde bartender in nice black shirt vest and black slacks asked.

Seeing what the nearest man had been drinking he pointed at it. The drink was a hard whiskey. The lady poured and all the men who happened to glance over at him were impressed when he just downed it unfazed. Sitting there Diun wondered what the purpose of the drink was. It held a slight warmth going down but that had been it.

Looking at the other men he saw varied degrees of reactions from them as they continued to drink. Everyone one of them seemed to enjoy the aftereffects if not the taste. Putting a bunch of money down Diun asked for the bottle. Handing it to him the bartender had a amused smile on her face that quickly disappeared as she watched him drink. Downing it with ease Diun opened his throat chugging the contents of the bottle. When he was finished he set it back down again not drunk at all. Waiting for a few moments he sat there patiently wondering when he was going to start feeling as the other men felt. After awhile he grew disappointed staring at the bottle as he waited when nothing happened. Looking around he found everyone at the bar staring at him their mouths wide open.

Uncomfortable under all those eyes Diun moved to one of the tables near the stage for a change in scenery. There were some chairs surrounding the stage itself. An attractive Latin woman with nice tan skin a beautiful ass and shapely legs motioned him over. Unsure of what to do he stayed at his seat unwilling to move.

One of the other strippers who had been talking to a regular came over to Diun and said, “She wants you to go over there big boy. Don’t worry she doesn’t bite.” The stripper who had said it was an older blonde woman with a sizable bosom and nice curves. She was still quite pretty and had an aura of sexiness about her that seemed so natural. “After you’re finished you can have both of us if you want. By the way my name is Emily and the one eyeing you on stage is Candy.” The blonde said.

Getting up at her urging Diun made his way to the stage taking a seat. The woman started posing in front of him arching her back and giving him a view of her still covered pussy and tits. Diun watched the show curious. While interesting it didn’t feel private like he wanted. He was growing to dislike the attention of other eyes, it proved to be distracting. Seeing that she wasn’t getting his full attention Candy danced a little closer now her pussy was only inches from his face. Smelling its sweet scent and feeling her closeness Diun started to pay more attention.

“What’s wrong baby? Don’t you like me?” Candy said concerned. While her tone had been playful when she said it there was genuine concern behind it.

It had been a long time since she had actually had to try to keep a man’s attention. Obviously either this man felt uncomfortable in present circumstances or he had something else on his mind. Part of her job was to make him comfortable and forget about other worries. A happy man came back because he had been satisfied in the past. Coming up behind him Diun sensed Emily’s presence.

“Maybe it’s the crowd. He seems to not like it. I saw him looking around while your back was turned. Perhaps he would prefer some private time.” Emily suggested. Smiling as she understood Candy said, “Would you like to have both of us sweetie?” Diun looking at each of them and nodded. After Candy finished her show she and Emily each took one of his hands and led him into one the private rooms.

Both women were very wet and hot from being so near to him. Technically the pheromones that Diun was pumping out without thinking about it weren’t even necessary. Diun was a lot more handsome than the average joe who came in here and both women were eager to have a little fun.

Taking their tops off each woman gave him a lap dance feeling his hardening cock as the rubbed against it, and were impressed by the size of it. While Emily was giving him a dance her friend watched Diun’s hand move to Emily’s pussy rubbing it. Candy was surprised when her friend didn’t move it away immediately and instead seemed to go with it. Rubbing her clit through the fabric of the g-string bathing suit Diun felt her grinding against him increase. He quickly loosened the strings on each side of her bottom revealing her pussy. The reason soon became clear as Emily squirted all over the place gasping as she was overcome by an orgasm. Diun had safely moved her clothes out of the way just in time.

Candy could only watch as Diun set her friend on the ground getting up off the cushioned seat they all had been using. Rubbing some of the juices dripping from Emily’s pussy Diun coated them on his rock hard member. Getting behind her while she was on her hands and knees he entered her ass slipping in easily with all the lube. Emily had never cum that much in her entire life and was now glad of it. Her cum now allowed Diun to fuck her virgin ass with minimal discomfort.

Fucking her ass like he would her pussy Diun went nice and deep causing Emily to shake as another orgasm hit her. Jealous of her friend Candy quickly removed her own bottoms and took a position right next to Emily looking back at Diun expectantly. Smiling Diun pulled out of the other stripper and entered her pussy.

At first he plunged in and out for a few moments until she too came squirting all over his cock. Pulling out he pressed his cock against her asshole. This time he plunged in halfway in one move. The force of it caused Candy to tighten from shock of the sudden intrusion gripping him. There had been no pain thanks to the lube but she had expected a little more warning and there had been mild discomfort. Diun gave her a second to get accustomed to him before he finished burying himself in her until he was all the way in.

Candy braced herself for the fucking she knew was coming but it never came. She looked back at Diun after a moment puzzled at this and saw a smirk on his face. Candy realized that this man wasn’t about to do anything until she begged for it.

“Fuck my ass baby. Please fuck my tight little ass. I need you baby!” Candy said begging just like he wanted. Satisfied Diun started fucking her ass just as he had done with Emily.

“Harder baby! Fuck me harder!” Candy called out the music outside covering her shouting but everyone in the room could hear her.

Grabbing her firmly around the waist Diun started slamming his hips forward catching her surprise. Orgasms began to hit her faster than she was ready for them as he pounded into ass relentlessly.

“F---k, f---k, f---k, f----ck!” Was all that could be heard from Candy after awhile. Pain began to mix with pleasure and she asked him to stop. Collapsing to the floor she lay there breathing hard covered in sweat. Rolling onto her now sore backside she soon got a view of Diun moving back to Emily. Locking eyes with Candy he gave her a conspiratory grin. Candy nodded smiling as she knew that poor Emily was about to get exactly the same thing.

Watching Diun give it to her friend made Candy all hot and she played with her pussy. Cumming just as Emily came Candy saw her own fingers all drenched with her cum from masturbating. Seeing it Diun pulled out of Emily moving towards Candy. Candy was almost afraid he was about to take her ass again and quite frankly she didn’t know how much more of that she could take. When Diun instead sucked on her wet fingers licking them clean and then moved to her pussy to begin licking it instead she found it a welcome surprise. Candy’s head fell back as she came all over Diun’s tongue.

“I…think I have a few more in me as does my friend.” Candy said catching her breath. Who was this guy and where had he been her whole life? Smiling teasingly Diun went back to Emily making Candy jealous. Slipping between Emily’s legs he looked at Candy the entire time as he fucked her friend finally cumming inside her.

Candy was worried that she wouldn’t get any now that he had finally cum and was disappointed at the thought, but as he left Emily laying there on the ground his cock stood at attention. Getting up eagerly Candy wanted him to lift her up and fuck her and Diun did just that. Wrapping her arms around his neck she moved in time with his powerful thrusts kissing his face and neck as she came three more times.

On the last one Diun’s tongue flicked repeatedly across her right nipple as he licked and sucked her breasts before cumming inside her pumping his jism into her. Leaving half the money he had brought with him Diun kissed the women goodbye after getting dressed. Walking out of the strip club he made his way outside joining the city foot traffic.

The Great Awakening

Diun wandered all day touring most of the city. As the sun began to set his thoughts turned back to Dana and the short time they had spent together. What was it about her that he couldn’t get out of his mind? Was it her smile? That in itself warmed his heart, or was it something much deeper? Standing in an empty parking lot he wished to be alone with his thoughts away from the distracting sights and sounds of the city. In the blink of the eye he found himself in the middle of a forest. Looking around he wondered how he had gotten there. Diun had never experienced something like this before. How had he traveled outside the city in such a short time?

Going over the last moments before transporting himself instantly to this place Diun remembered his thoughts had been about Dana. Curious at this discovery he focused on her trying to search through his feelings about her to learn more. He remembered the sense of goodness he had felt from her and her openness. She had felt a connection with him that made her automatically comfortable. Diun had not had to try with her. Everything had felt so natural and he had truly enjoyed it. It was not simply lust but something different, something more. Finding this feeling interesting and wonderful he dwelled on it living in the moment.

Like gas to a flame the dark flame he had used to win so many battles sprang forth showing on each hand at first. It was made from psychic energy that he had learned to control over the years. He alone had learned to master it while the rest of his people were incapable of achieving it. Turning white it began to spread over his body covering him from head to toe. 

Just like all the other times when it had stayed on his hands Diun felt no pain or suffered any damage. The same warmth was there like before but he felt the heat within him grow stronger. The heat went from the outside in meeting at his core it sprang out again in a powerful chain reaction.  Diun barely kept himself together when the shockwave of psychic energy began to build up in his body. Diun called for help as his mind began to shutdown and he saw only a white light.

Dana heard Diun’s voice calling for help and rushed to her car driving out of the city in the direction of his call. As she drew near Dana saw a flash of light ahead and immediately stopped her car. A shockwave rushed towards her and she ducked down unbuckling her safety belt to get to the floor. It struck the car sending spinning for several moments before it came to an abrupt stop next to a few downed trees. Getting out of the vehicle she found the trees on either side of the road knocked down. From all evidence she had been on the edge of the effected area.

Diun’s voice still called to her but is was weak and barely a whisper. She climbed over a number of fallen trees before she found him in an open area free of trees and vegetation. Floating in the air he shown like a miniature star brightening up the entire place.

“Diun, is that you?” Dana called out. The light from Diun dimmed until he was his old self again floating to the ground. When his feet finally touched the ground Diun sighed in exhaustion falling on his back. Dana rushed to his side cradling his head. “Hello, fancy meeting you here.” Diun said with a tired smile.

Raising an eyebrow Dana said, “Well it seems your speech has improved. If nothing else that’s something. So…wanna tell me what happened?”

Getting up slowly with her help Diun replied, “It seems when I experience a deep emotion it affects the control of my powers. Now they seem to be stronger than ever, and I am witnessing new ones as well.”

Looking around at the devastation Diun said, “Somehow I think I am responsible for all of this.” Glancing around Dana nodded saying, “You wouldn’t be wrong. Perhaps we should stop from the top. Who are you exactly?”

“Well there is an easy way to do this that is really going to hurt or the hard way which won’t but will take some time.” Diun offered. Thinking it over Dana said, “I guess I’ll take the easy way.” Bracing herself she felt Diun touch her forehead with his fingers and a searing heat stabbed into her brain. The heat was followed by a series of images that flooded into her mind until the pain disappeared all of the sudden. Opening her eyes even though she didn’t remember closing them Dana found her mind filled with uncountable images.

“You wanted to do what?” Dana said coming at him threateningly. Raising a hand in warning Diun replied, “I should point out that hitting me would hurt you a lot more than me. In fact all I’ll feel is the impact. With that in mind I am a very different person now though I can now understand why you would be angry.”

“Well at least you know that!” Dana said kicking him in the balls and then crying out in pain. Slightly grimacing Diun said, “I admit that hurt a little. Do you feel better now?”

 Rubbing her sore foot Dana said, “Good it was worth, and yes I do. Now that that’s done where do we go from here?” Hearing the distant sounds of sirens approaching Diun said, “My suggestion would be to get your car and head home before they arrive.”

Looking in the direction of the sirens Dana asked, “Exactly how are we…” A single flash of light occurred and they were back at her house damaged car and all. Turning to Diun she found him rubbing his temples. “Got a headache?” Dana asked.

Giving her a tired look Diun answered, “Yes, I suppose you are enjoying this as well.” Walking up to him Dana kissed him on the lips pulling his mouth down to meet hers. The kiss was short and sweet. “Forgiveness is a human emotion too.” Dana said looking into his eyes. Taking his hand she led him inside.

Feeling A Little Hungry

Dana awoke the next morning to find Diun eating ice cream. From the look of it she saw it was her French vanilla. “Hey!” Dana said as she watched him eat another spoonful.

Swallowing Diun said, “What? I woke up this morning and was really hungry.” Walking over to the ice cream container she found it empty. “So you ate all my ice cream!” Dana said. Shrugging Diun replied, “It tasted good. You have really good taste.”

“Don’t try to kiss up. You owe me a new container of ice cream.” Dana said. Setting down the spoon in the now empty bowl Diun said, “But I don’t have any more money or a job for that matter.” Writing on a piece of paper she peeled off a notepad on the counter Dana handed it to him.

Looking it over Diun said, “This looks like a list of chores.” Nodding Dana replied, “Yes it is, you can do it or get a job. Good luck on that without anything like a birth certificate or a social security number.”

His shoulders sinking in resignation Diun got to it. He waited for Dana to leave before a smile appeared on his face. It was now time to see what he could do with his new found powers. Focusing he pictured each of the windows opening and saw each one had indeed opened. Moving furniture out of the way with his mind he levitated each rug to her washer in one of the back rooms. Picking up the detergent by hand he stuffed the smaller ones inside.

Pouring the in the cleaner he started the washer. The larger ones he levitated near the window. Shaking out the dust using one motioning with one hand he collected the dust using his other hand. With another gesture with the same hand he forced the dirt outside.

Finishing his “dusting” job Diun moved on to cleaning with sponges in the bathrooms and kitchen. Finishing mopping he moved all the furniture back smiling as he looked around at the now clean house barely an hour after Dana had left. The question was what to do now? Diun bored decided to head out into the outside world. T.V. as it turns out didn’t really appeal to him. After watching for a couple of minutes he lost interest. What he needed was something active to do.

The world itself now seemed to have a new depth to it as he walked among the crowds of people. Each of them appeared to have varying degrees of white and black colors that highlighted them. A number of them fit into a comfortable gray. It was the darkest of them among the flood of people that interested him the most. Following a few of them Diun watched some gradually turn darker and darker while others went totally dark in one moment.  Diun saw each decision and was able to anticipate it.

After a time he was even able to intervene easily with a mere suggestion to just turn them around. Some of the harder cases found a ghostly figure whose eyes had a frightening fiery stare. Unnerved they chose to run rather than face him. In the end it saved them from getting hurt. It was easy to trick them by placing images in their mind.

One however didn’t seem to care how scary he seemed and pulled a gun on him in the middle of a convenience store. The shotgun started to swing toward him and Diun moved too fast for the gunman to level it on him. Grasping the stock he jerked it up towards the ceiling allowing it to discharge before he cracked it back in the man’s face knocking him out. Unconscious with a bloody nose the man just laid there in front of the register.  

When he started to leave Diun heard a voice behind him. “Hey mister you forgot your reward!” The teenage girl behind the register said. Handing him some money at the door she thanked him for his help. Nodding Diun made his way to a nearby supermarket and bought some groceries. Finding a place where he wouldn’t be seen Diun blinked back to Dana’s kitchen. Once there he stored away some of the groceries sitting down after making himself a ham sandwich. Dana liked them a lot so he made another one for her and placed it inside a sandwich bag. Storing it in the fridge he cleaned up after himself.

When Dana got home Diun said, “House is clean and your ice cream is in the freezer. He failed miserably when it came to hiding his smirk as he saw the look of shock crossed her face. Finishing the sandwich he had made Dana said, “Well considering all you have done today I think you deserve a reward.”

Washing dishes Diun replied, “No that isn’t necessary. I was happy to help out.” A change in her mood caused him to perk up and turn around. Removing her top Dana took a spoon out of one of the drawers. Next she took out the new ice cream container from its place in the freezer. Opening it she dug some ice cream out using the utensil spreading it over her nipples. Motioning him over Dana smiled. Returning it Diun licked the ice cream off her nipples running his tongue over their entire length not missing a drop. The sensation of cold ice cream and then his warm mouth on her breasts was lovely. As he got into it Dana wished he would suck her toes just like that. Dana had always fantasized about a guy doing that to her. She thought of it sometimes when she played with herself.

Taking her hand Diun led her to the shower in her room washing her body from head to toe while they were inside. Dana wondered what would be next as he handed her a towel after drying her off with another one and said, “Let’s move to the couch.” Following him there hand in hand Dana sat down and Diun knelt down in front of her. Taking her left foot he brought it to his mouth while keeping eye contact with her. Licking and sucking her toes he watched her gasp and squirm. Gripping the couch the act totally turned her on. “Fuck me!” Dana cried out.

Pausing a question on his face Diun said, “But your other foot…” Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt Dana said, “I said fuck me!” Getting up Diun quickly got undressed as she unwrapped her towel exposing her naked body.

“Yes maam!” Diun said positioning himself and entering her pussy. Grabbing both her feet he began to fuck her while continuing to give her toes some much needed attention. It didn’t take her long to cum like this loving what he was doing to her. Noticing Diun was still hard and ready to go Dana said, “Against the door baby. I want you to fuck me against the door.”

Picking her up Diun positioned her so her back rested against the front door. “Now give it to me Diun baby. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Dana said stroking his chest and kissing him. Their tongues moved inside each other’s mouths. Taking his cue Diun plunged into her with short thrusts so as not to hurt her.

“Tell me when you get close baby. I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over them.” Dana said her head leaning back. Diun nodded continuing to fuck her without missing a beat. When he felt the first signs of his body getting close he pulled out letting Dana down. Laying on her back she cupped her breasts together waiting for him expectantly. Straddling her chest Diun moved his hips back and forth fucking his cock between her beautiful freckled tits. After a few moments Diun’s cock exploded shooting ropes of sperm directed over her tits and neck.

 Looking down at the evidence of his climax Dana said, “Nice pearl necklace.” Seeing the puzzled look that crossed his face Dana said, “Never mind dirty joke.” Laying down beside her Diun smiled up at the ceiling enjoying the afterglow. “So how did you pay for all that food?” Dana asked curious. “I got a job.” Diun said with a pleased look on his face, “And you know I think I’m pretty good at it.”

Epilogue

Diun sat by the bed in the hospitable room with his new wife. He smiled as she held their little girl Daniella. Looking on her with pride Diun prayed to Pree’mus his god, and creator of all that he had not made a mistake granting her the power that had been bestowed upon him that fateful night years ago.

While his other children would have the physical strength of the Harreden she would grow into new powers they would not possess. The only half human among them she would represent the strengths of both races. Calling on the ancient words of worship buried in his genes and long forgotten by his people he asked that she become a moral person and strong enough to face the trials ahead.

Taking her from her sleeping mother’s arms Diun held his little girl so wondrous and beautiful. “Hello my little one. I will do my best to raise you in the best of both worlds. This I promise you. You will grow up to be a fine woman one day, and know that no matter what I will always love you.” Diun said kissing her forehead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ok I'm not taking you anywhere until you can give me at least one honest answer. Now how old are you?

 Seventeen she said as she stared at the ground.

 "Are you sure?"

  She pulled a High School student body card from the same pocket that had her date of birth on it.

 HMM, Nice picture.

 Thanks, she said beaming.

Are you loaded?

 No sir.

 Right, you smell like bong water. I..I.. I.. I'm sorry sir, my cousin and I smoked a joint earlier.

 Where does your cousin live.

 Just right behind this house on the next street over.

 So why doesn’t your cousin give you a ride.

 She doesn’t have a car and my aunt is not home.

 What time does she get home?

 I don't know.

 Why not.

 Ok, my aunt doesn’t like me because she thinks I am a bad influence on my cousin. She is coming home at 3:00 o'clock.

 Are you?

 Am I what?

 A bad influence?

 Ah no, maybe, I honestly don't know sir. I just really need a ride.

 That sounds honest.

 You ever been on a Harley before?

 No sir.

Do you have a Harley t-shirt?

 Yeah I do, why.

 Ok then, I'll give you a ride.

 Her face lit up like the fourth of July.

 I helped her get her helmet on and I fired up the bike. As I helped her on the motorcycle, I asked, what is your name kid?

 Isabel, she replied, Isabel Green sir.

 Ok Isabel Green hang on and try not move around too much back there.

 Yes sir.

 And stop calling me sir.

 Gretchen was still standing in the doorway and flashed me her tits real fast. I shook my head and said, I don't believe she did that.

 Isabel said, what?

 Nothin kid, hold on.

 I popped the bike in gear and we roared off toward Sulpher Springs.

 As we approached the onramp to the highway. Isabel was squirming around on the back seat of the bike. I thought oh shit here we go again. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me to hold on better and dropped both hands in my crotch my dick lurched, and she squeezed it and started rubbing. It felt kind of nice, but that was what was so shocking. I sure didn't need her kind of trouble.

 I down shifted and pulled into the old abandoned lumber yard's parking lot. I set the kickstand, jumped off the bike and yelled, get the fuck off. Isabel got off the bike and stood with her head down staring at the ground.

 What the fuck was that all about?

 I thought I was doing something nice for you. You aren’t doing me any favors. I'm old enough to be your grandfather. Besides I already got laid today.

 I know, and her eyes dropped to the pavement again.

What did you say?

 I said, I know, my cousin and me snuck into that lady's yard to smoke a joint. We heard you guys fucking and were watching, through the window.

 Shit! You were watching? For how long?

 About an hour. We didn't see much we mostly sat outside the window and listened.

 Shit? Do you realize that is against the law? I could have you arrested?

 Well shit Kevin, what would have you done, if you were my age.

 You know my name?

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Fuck yeah that lady kept going oh fuck me Kevin, Oh God I love you Kevin, Oh God I love your cock, oh fuck me Kevin. I was so hot I didn't know what to do. She was having such a good time. I wanted you to fuck me too. Isabel started to cry.

 So I waited outside until you came out. I'm still hot, I want you to fuck my pussy. I want you to be the first one, and she reached out for my cock.

 Oh fuck no! Get the fuck away from me. I jumped back like she was poison.

 Isabel started to sob now. I wanted to do is do something nice for you.

 For me! You mean you wanted your plump little pussy packed.

 Oh yeah, I want you, I want your cock in my pussy and she stepped toward me and laid her head on my chest. I thought I would try to console her and I felt her hand in my crotch again.

 Stop that! I yelled, and jumped back.

 She started crying again.

 I climbed back on the hog. "I ought to make you walk home. Get on the fuckin bike. I'm taking you home and if I ever find you looking through the window again I will have you arrested."

 Isabel started sobbing again.

 I said, get on the fucking bike!

 Isabel climbed up and behaved all the way to Supher Springs.

 Now Sulpher Springs is a little run down town that was all but abandoned in the nineteen forties when the most of the logging mills were closed. There are a few historical sites there but not much else. Isabel pointed the way to her house. It was way back up toward the foothills and she pointed to a dirt driveway filled with ruts and pot holes and I made the turn. About a quarter of a mile up the road we came to a run down house probably built in the twenties or thirties. The steps and the porch were rotted through, the porch had boards missing, and two of the windows were broken.

 I parked the bike and I helped get her helmet off. Ok I'll see ya.

 Wait, I'm sorry for that.

 Forget it. I restarted the bike.

 Wait!

 What now!?

 Can you shut off the bike?

 I shut it down.

 Can you wait until I see whose inside?

 What do you mean, I thought you lived here?

 I, I do but I never know who is going to be there.

 Why?

 My mom brings home these drunk assholes from the bar all the time.

 Oh, shit here we go. I know what becomes of these kinds of situations.

Teenage girl drunk and probably a dope fiend mother. I see it everyday at work it's tragic. Ok I'll come in with you to make sure your ok. I walked in the little old house and it was sickening, beer cans, cigarette butts everywhere. Half eaten plates of dried food everywhere. Dirty clothes strewn all over the place garbage everywhere. The stench was disgusting. What I kept looking for was to tell me the full story. There it was on the kitchen counter. Little bowls made of tinfoil, small zip lock baggies and cotton balls. The sure sign of IV drug use.

 How long have you lived here.

 About three years.

 Go get changed and pack some stuff to last a few days. Isabel again lit up like a Christmas tree. Don't get the wrong idea. I just want to make sure you’re somewhere safe. Hurry up I don't want to be here when your mom comes home.

 Oh she won't be here, not until the bar closes anyway. She is only here when she has dope.

Ok well go get your shit but just enough to last for a couple of days. Remember we are on a motorcycle.

 Can I take a shower?

 Yeah if you hurry. I mean hurry! I'll be outside.

 As Isabel was doing the deal, I wondered how life must have been for her there. Poor Isabel an now my new friends and I seemed to upset her apple cart by her watching the super fuck session. Now she is probably as fuck crazy as I am.

 She is a darling, I thought smooth pink complexion, five foot two maybe, and very nice tits a little bigger than Sherry's but no where near Gretchen's about a 38 D is my guess, plump ass very curvy dispite her terrible taste in clothing. I caught myself thinking about what her young little plump virgin pussy tastes like and what a virgin pussy felt like. I had never had a virgin. And decided I had to put those thoughts way out of my mind.

 I lit a cigar and took my thoughts back to what see must have seen. If she saw the things that I see every day working with drug addicts, my heart goes out to her. I thought about what she said about being a virgin. Most of the young girls I've seen in these situations were usually molested, raped, or pimped off for drug money. The poor kid she will probably never have a normal life because of what she has experienced growing up in this situation.

 I wanted to know what she seen and what she was doing in Gretchen's back yard. Isabel came out the door wrapped in a towel and kept trying to rearrange it and kept giving me little flashes of her tits and her shaved little pussy.

 Isabel stop that.

 What?

 You know what you’re doing.

 You ready yet?

 I, I need to know where I'm going?

 Ah poor kid, I thought. I'm gona see if I can find you a safe place.

 Are we going to your house?

 Only as a last resort.

 Now hurry up I haven't got all day.

 I'll be right out.

 As she past the rickety old door I saw her loose the towel and turn toward me cupping her tits and pinching her nipples. Oh fucking great I thought. Where could I find her a place to stay? I bet Gretchen places women all the time in shelters she would know. I can't let her stay here. Maybe a CPS placement, Mental Health maybe, I wonder if teenage nymphomania is a mental disorder?

 I went in to see what's keeping the little shit. I went in and knocked on the closed bedroom door c'mon.

 I'm coming right now.

 I wondered how to take that.

 Isabel stepped out of the doorway in a pair of tight, flaming red, hot pants. A black tight low cut stretchy top with a little red lace see through camisole, black and red lacy sox and a pair of black stiletto open toed heels. She was still smearing flaming hot red lipstick on her big heavy lips that I didn't notice until now. I stood dumb founded for a few seconds staring at the pump little camel toe in her shorts, she was obviously not wearing any undies. Then I noticed her nipples were pierced and she had those little barbells stuck through both of her nipples, they were clearly visible under her stretchy spandex top, no bra either. Her tits were bigger than I thought and perfectly shaped. She still had a towel wrapped around her head. I had to shake the visual out of my mind.

 Oh hell no!

 I wanted to look older and sexier for you.

 Oh hell no!

 You can't wear that on the bike Isabel, have any tennis shoes?

 Yeah.

 How about Sweats?

 Yeah.

Get them and put them on over that, that, those clothes.

 Isabel started crying again, why don't you like me? she sobbed.

 Isabel you look very pretty, but I haven't got time for this. Damn she looks good enough to eat, I mumbled to myself.

 What did you say? I was hoping we could, well you know, before you took me somewhere and never saw you again.

 Not here Isabel you need to get your pretty little ass out of this filthy mess.

You think I'm pretty?

 Yes Isabel, I think you’re very pretty.

 Am I pretty enough to make love to like you did to those other ladies?

 Your scrumptious sugar, I bet you would just melt in my mouth.

 OH YEAH, that's the idea, she squealed.

 Here give me your sexy shoes and put those sweet little feet in some tennis shoes and get some sweats on and I'll a a .... I promise a .... you can ummm, I swallowed hard, model your outfit for me when we get to where we are going.

 Where are we going?

 You'll see sugar.

 Isabel was beaming now.

 You get your sweats on and I'll pack you’re a.... I'll um stuff you’re a........ I'll a strap your stuff on a...... I'll take your bags out to the bike. I bungeed her duffle bag and her little back pack on to the bike. And fired the bike up. Isabel came out and the sweats didn't help much they were two sizes too small. I already knew what was under them. The visual of the shape of her sweet little virgin pussy under her tight shorts remained. I helped her with her helmet and off we went.

 As I pulled out on the main road I realized I was in way over my head here.

 I still didn't know where I was going. By the time we got to town I was starting to panic. I didn't want to bother Gretchen because she was probably busy with Sherry. I didn't want to take her to my house because I didn't want her sneaking around in my back yard and peeking through windows after I found her a place. I stopped at the gas station just down the street from the house and called Gretchen.

 Whatcha doing baby? Gretchen giggled hey there big boy you miss me already?

To tell you the truth I really did. Whatcha doing right now? Oh just tidying up.

 Did you change your mind about dinner?Â

 Gretchen I really need your help with something right now.

 OOOO your such a stud.

 Are you busy?

 No Sherry is still sleeping.

 Can you come over? Sure just let me leave her a note in case she wakes up. I'll be right over.

Your right across the street from Sherry's old house right?

 That's right babe, thanks a million.

 I jumped back on the scooter and roared down the street to the house hit the garage door button and parked the bike. Closed the garage door and thought safe at last. Isabel got off the bike and started stripping her sweatshirt off.

 What are you doing?

 What you said, I get to model my outfit now.

 No, No, wait I have a friend that would really appreciate seeing you in that. Here let's get your stuff put away first. Why don't you go into the bathroom and fix you hair nice and pretty and put on your make up.

 Okay, just let me know when your ready.

 WWWHEEWW! hurry up Gretchen. I thought to myself.

 The door bell rang and it was Gretchen.

 Oh baby, am I glad to see you. I kissed her lots of times all over the face.

 What's so important?

 Come in and set down. Well do you have a teenage girl living in the house behind your house?

Yeah I chased the little shit out of my yard a couple of times. I think she was back there

smoking dope.

 Well she came back. While you, Sherry and I was making love.

 What?

 That's not the half of it. I told her about the girl I gave the ride to and how she kept coming on to me and wanting me to pop her cherry. How she had told me they had been watching us. I told her about the conditions where she lived. The rescue mission I was trying to pull off. The whole story.

 She said, hummm sounds like she has picked you to be her first. You might as well give it up big guy once a woman makes up her mind you haven't got a prayer.

 I explained to Gretchen that I was worried about her getting into the system and a CPS investigation it might come out that I had sex with a minor.

 Oh I see what you mean. Oh shit this is getting deep.

 So where is she?

 Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and Isabel strutted in all her glory. Come fuck me shoes and all.

 Holy Shit! Gretchen exclaimed this is not the same girl I saw you ride off with.

 I have been saving this outfit for a special occasion and she lightly stroked her little camel toe.

 She is gorgeous, her tits are ...., Gretchen started.

 Gretchen be nice. I said.

 OOOOHHH SHIT, your Gretchen, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on. You are soooo hot.

 Well your not bad yourself sweetie, you look delicious.

 She was hot, very long beautiful sandy brown hair. A little make-up and that sweet little camel toe, fresh baby skin face, and exquisite tits.

 I whispered to Gretchen, I want to just eat her up.

 So do I Gretchen said.

 Well Gretchen maybe you should eat her up that would satisfy her for now long enough so we can get her into the system to get her some help. I'll take her virginity later she is almost eighteen but the mind of a child.

 Well let her play with your cock for a while and I'll do the rest.

 I don't think that is going to be necessary.

 Damn it, I was looking forward to watching that, said Gretchen.

 So Isabel we were real curious about what you and your cousin were doing while you both were watching us fuck.

 Well my cousin is the same age I am. We both wanted to remain virgins so when I would come over we sometimes like to lick each other’s pussy’s. We sometimes went into Gretchen's back yard and hide in the bushes so we wouldn't get caught by her mom or the other kids.

 What did she do when you licked her pussy?

 She humps my mouth with her pussy. Some times we would cut school and lick each other all day. Sometimes we would use her mom's big vibrator. I really like that.

Did you ever put it in your pussy?

 No it's too big for that. It is one of those kind that you give massages with.

 So are you sure you’re a virgin? Oh yeah!

 So you have never had a cock in your pussy?

 Never. You want to see my pussy? My cousin sez it's real pretty. I shave it almost everyday.

 I'm sure you have a sexy little pink pussy. Right now I want to see your pretty plump tits.

 Isabel pulled off the pretty lace camisole and wiggled out of her tight little spandex top. Have your ever had your tits licked?

 Yeah, Isabel said shyly, I like that too, it makes my pussy hot.

 Isabel seemed to pranced back and forth across the living room.

 You seem a little nervous are you nervous Isabel?

 Yeah.

 Are you sure you are nervous or is it because you want to finger your pussy, MMMMM YEAH, My pussy is burning.

 Well it's ok to finger your pussy we would like to watch you finger your hot little pussy.

 Isabel's hand lightly stroked her pussy through her shorts and a little wet spot appeared. Isabel's hand went down her pants and we watched Isabel groped her pussy under her stretchy red shorts.

 I can tell your pretty little pussy is all wet isn't it.

 OH YEAH! What are you thinking about when you finger your pussy?

 Your cock in my pussy. I want your cock in my pussy.

 When you were watching us Isabel did you see Gretchen licking the other ladies pussy.

 No, not really I was watching your big fat cock fuck the other lady's pussy and I watched the ladies suck your big hard cock. It looked soooo good, I want your cock in my pussy so I can cum like they did.

 So Isabel have you ever had a cock in your mouth?

 Once, I almost did anyway. A boy wanted me to once, but he was so excited he spugged before I had a chance to.

 I had to keep myself from chuckling.

 Did you like that?

 Oh yeah I want to learn more about how to suck dick I want you to teach me how to suck your dick. I used to pretend I was sucking cock while I was masturbating. And I would suck on a big hot dog wiener.

 Did your cousin see the ladies licking each other's pussy?

 Oh yeah, she said one of the ladies had a great big tongue I think she likes to lick pussy more than she likes cock.

 Isabel why don't you show us your pussy now and how you like to finger your pussy and make yourself cum. Lie down on the couch and show us how you finger your pussy. Isabel obeyed with out hesitation. She dropped her wet little shorts and lay down on the couch and we watched her middle finger disappear over and over into her cum slick pussy.

 Are you going to give me your cock now? My pussy is all wet for you.

 Why do you want my cock so bad?

 My pussy needs it, Isabel moaned.

 Isabel's smooth, hairless pussy glistened with her own cum as she lie there stroking her wet little pussy. I wanted to give her my cock right there right then. I am sure Gretchen had some desires all of her own.

 Your cock made the other ladies so happy. I want that cock to make my pussy happy.

I will make you a deal Isabel I will make your pussy happy if you are willing to do what I say. If you proove to me that you are willing to do anything I say, I will fill your tight little pussy my big hard cock.

 OOOOHH YEEEAAAH! she groaned as she quivered in anticipation.

 Isabel, I won’t be giving you my cock today. So you want to see my cock Isabel.

OH YEAH, OH YEAH PLEEEAAASSSEE.

 I will show you my cock if you let Gretchen lick your pussy first.

 OH YEAHH! I want your cock. Gretchen knelt next to the couch before I got the words out of my mouth.

 Isabel do you like to kiss?, Gretchen asked in a soft sexy tone, Can I kiss you Isabel?

 Ok

 Gretchen tenderly kissed Isabel and my cock lurched in my pants when I saw Isabel’s hungry tongue gently lick Gretchen's lips.

 Will you kiss my tits moaned Isabel?

 Gretchen pursed her wet lips over Isabel's nipples made the pursing lip motions like she did when she was sucking Sherry's pussy. But her tongue tip was flicking across her nipples and Gretchen was soaking her tits with saliva.

 Isabel moaned and said, that makes my pussy so hot.Â

 Gretchen whispered to Isabel how does this make your little virgin pussy feel.

 Isabel opened her eyes to see Gretchen's tongue fully extended. Isabel's eyes got wide with fear, then softened as she moaned with pleasure as Gretchen's tongue moved her tits. Isabel's pussy oozed with approval.

 So how does your little pussy feel now? Gretchen tongued her belly and all the way down to the beginning of her pussy crack then stopped.

 OOOO, OOOO, OOOOO FUCK!, Isabel moaned and little Isabel's belly heaved.

OH YESS, PLEASE, OH GOD, OH GOD, DON'T STOP Miss Gretchen.

 You want your pussy licked?

 OH GOD YES, PLEASE!!! OH I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, BUT PLEASE DON"T STOP NOW.

 You want that big fat cock up your little virgin pussy Isabel?Â

 I WANT THAT COCK, PLEASE, YES GIVE ME SOME COCK IN MY PUSSY.

 We need to make you ready for some cock you're not ready for cock yet.

 Yes please make my pussy cum, I want it in me please I want it. You may not be ready for cock but your about to get a lesson in pussy real soon.

 You want that cock don't you?

 OOOHHHH YEAH more than anything.

 So you are going to do what I say right?

 Oh Yeah! Anything you say.

 Now lay on your back. Spread those legs and open that little pussy of yours and I will give you a treat for being a good little virgin slut and doing what I say. Spread that pussy as wide as you can. Isabel laid spread eagle on the floor with her fingers up her pussy. How does your pussy feel?

 Oh it's HOT, SOOOO HOT.

 Gretchen knelt in front of her between her wide open chubby little legs. Your doing good young Isabel we will have you in shape in no time. Now who do you listen to no matter what?

 You Miss Gretchen any thing you say.

 Gretchen buried her tongue in Isabel's pussy. Gretchen withdrew her tongue and loudly proclaimed. Your no fucking virgin you little slut. My tongue went right up your pussy. You lied, you fish smellin cum sucking twat. You'll tell me the truth, who's been fucking you missy.

 No one, honest.

 That's no one, mam to you.

 Then what has been up your hole missy!

 My aunts little vibrator mam.

 You sure?

 Oh yes mam, I can't lie to you.

 That's better. Can I believe you missy can I trust you for the truth?

 Yes mam.

 Now what are these things in your tits? Gretchen grabbed both of the little piercings and stretched her nipples two inches. OOOOWWWW OOOHH YEAH, yelled Isabel as Gretchen released them. Isabel bucked her pussy a little.

 Good girl. I think your learning. Then Gretchen buried her face in little Isabel's cunt again.

Isabel grabbed Gretchen's head and shouted, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, my pussy OH FUCK! OH FUCK! I'M CUUUMMMMMMIINNNGG!

 Isabel screamed and bucked wildly Gretchen grabbed her plump ass cheeks and hung on so hard she dug her nails in Isabel's ass. Gretchen's monster tongue continued to work over Isabel's virgin pussy. Cum and saliva dripped from Gretchen's chin and Isabel's pussy. Isabel bucked and thrashed as she released two orgasms back to back. Gretchen was relentless as she clung on to Isabel's bucking ass as she tongued Isabel's pussy. Isabel thrashed like a girl possessed. Indeed she was possessed by Gretchen's wicked tongue. Gretchen finally released her grip on Isabel's plump little ass, her claws left deep red marks on Isabel's quivering ass.

Isabel lay there whimpering and her little belly quivered like jelly every couple of seconds as her orgasm subsided.

 Ok it's time to see how you suck dick. Here you want cock, get over here and suck this cock in your mouth. Isabel hurried over to where I sat stroking my cock then gulped it down hurriedly so as not to disappoint Gretchen. She hurriedly sucked my cock in her mouth.

Gretchen then commanded. Suck it! Hurry suck it you little cum hungry little shit! Swallow that cock I don't want to see any cock outside your mouth, it better all be in your mouth. Swallow it! I still see dick, swallow you little virgin cock sucker. Hurry up swallow it all. That's it, that's it all the way down to your belly if you have to, swallow all that cock!

 Isabel swallowed eagerly partialy gaging but swallowed with all her might.

I was very disappointed with Gretchen's next command. I was ready to blast a load of cum in her belly watching her work as hard as she could to get all my cock down her throat.

Ok that's enough cock for you missy, you don't know what your doing with that cock. Give me back that cock and get away from there or I'll have to paddle your ass! Isabel continued to suck greedily on my cock. Gretchen stepped behind Isabel as the little cock crazed Isabel continued to suck my cock. Gretchen stroked her smooth young ass a few times then smacked her ass hard with her open hand. Pussy juice dripped out of her little virgin cunt as she relinquished my cock from her mouth. Gretchen's big red hand print was still clearly visable on isabel's ass.

 You do as I say or will see to it that you never see that cock again. You understand me?

 Yes Miss Gretchen.

 Gretchen yelled ok you little sex crazed virgin cunt, come here and lick my pussy and make me cum. Isabel immediately responded and dove into Gretchen's pussy and lapped and lapped at her pussy. You don't even think about getting any dick in your pussy until you ask me. You understand me?

 OH YES MAM! Isabel said, her voice half muffeled by Gretchen's pussy.

That's better, you don't even finger yourself without getting approval from me or your master you got that?

 Yes mam! came the muffled voice again.

 From now on you obey me and I am to be referred to as mistress. This man here with the cock that is going to spoil your little virgin twat is and always will be your master you understand?

 Yes mam. Now who do you obey?

 You the Mistress and the Master mam. She said briefly lifting her head form Gretchen's big cunt.

 Gretchen grabbed Isabel's head and buried it back in her cunt. Now lick my clint! Gretchen shoved Isabel's face into her clint. Faster! Harder! LICK IT FASTER! Make my pussy cum you little virgin slut! Hurry faster!

 I watched as little Isabel's head bobbed and traversed all over Gretchen's pussy. Obeying where and how to lick. Gretchen relieved by her orgasm grabbed Isabel by the hair and practically smothered Isabel in her big wet pussy as she humped Isabel's smooth young face.

MMMMM that felt good Isabel. You keep licking my pussy like that and I just may let you have that cock up your pussy someday if you’re good. You understand me and understand how this works now my little love slave?

 OHHHH YESSS, she purred, I understand everything now, now it all makes perfect sense,

 Mistress. I am going to enjoy being a good love slave you'll see Mistress.

 I believe you will sweetie. I believe you will.

 Isabel turned to me her face covered in Gretchen's juices, Master may I suck you and make you cum in my mouth?

 You listen to your mistress for now Isabel. She will be the one teaching you for now. When I think your ready to suck my cock I will let you know. Then we will both be teaching you about what to do with my cock.

 MMMMMMMMM, I am looking forward to it Master. I want your cock in mouth again so badly.

 You have an opportunity to be happier than you have ever been. You must always obey no matter what. We will not let anything hurt you if you are always be honest with us. Your little pussy will always be happy when you are with us. No sex with anyone else period unless I approve or tell you to. No more dope either. Do you understand?

Yes Master.

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While you are here in this house you will where nothing but sweat pants, t-shirts and sweat shirts. You may wear any kind of shoes you like and any kind of underwear you like. I must approve of any clothes you wear out of the house. Those are the rules. You understand?

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Yes Master I will do whatever you want. I want to be a good little love slave to you.

 Oh and one more thing you are not to tell anyone about what goes on here. You are not to tell anyone you are my love slave or about you having a mistress.

 Good behavior, gets you rewards, inappropriate behavior brings you consequences.

 Do you trust us?

 I want to Master.

 That sounds like an honest answer to me.

 Now go get your sweats back on. Your through for now.

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   After dating Kissy for a few months, she began breaking my dating ground rules.  One night, as we lay cuddling after sex, she said she loved me.  She had been getting more and more possessive, and wanted me to see her, exclusively.  I tried nicely, several times, to remind her of my divorce and self-imposed dating rules.  I even cussed her a couple of times in hopes she’d get the idea.  It didn’t work. 
 I didn’t need, or want, a steady girlfriend.  She said she understood, but continued to put pressure on me to commit to her.
 When she started dropping by without calling, I, reluctantly, came to the conclusion I had to do something rather drastic to run sweet Kissy Kat off.  I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was giving me no other choice.
 One Saturday afternoon a couple of buddies had come over to watch a college football game on TV.  As expected, Kissy Kat called and wanted to come over.  I rudely told her, “I’m watching a ball game with some friends, but, if you want to come over, get fucked during half-time, and leave, come on.” 
 Then it hit me.  I knew how I was going to
discourage Kissy Kat.  I would share her with my buddies.  The guys agreed that, if she didn’t want to be shared, they would not force her.  If she agreed, we could have a good time, and see just how much cock and cum her pussy could take.             
 About forty-five minutes later, Kissy arrived.  I handed her a beer and loudly said to her, “Go on back to the bedroom and get undressed.  It’s almost halftime.  I’ll be back to fuck ya in a few minutes.”
 About fifteen minutes later, it was half time of the football game.  I went back to my bedroom, and when I opened the door, I found Kissy laying naked on the bed.  With just enough foreplay to get her wet, I climbed on, and fucked her until I came.  As I rolled off her, I patted her ass and said, “Don’t move!  I’ll be right back.” 
 After taking a piss, I returned to my bedroom.  Kissy was still laying naked with her legs spread.  “Beautiful!  Hold on!  Don’t move!”  I told her
again as I stepped out the bedroom. 
 I then went to my living room.  I flipped a coin to see which of my buddies would be the first to try his luck with Kissy.  The winner was again told, and he agreed, not to force her.  With a big grin, and a hard-on to match, he headed for my bedroom.
 Over the TV, I heard Kissy yell, “What the hell are you doing here?”
 With a chuckle, my buddy said, “I’m here to fuck you!  We’re all going to share you.”
 “Like hell you are!  Get the fuck out!” Kissy screamed at him.
 My buddy came high-tailing it back down my hallway, pulling up his pants, and laughing his ass off.
 “I guess she’s not interested in sharing!”  He said, while buckling his belt.     
 He was rapidly followed by one pissed-off, half-naked, Kissy Kat.  As she ran out the door, she looked at me and yelled, “Fuck you too, you bastard!”
 I really did hate hurting Kissy Kat like that, but she never bothered me again.  If only she hadn’t gotten so possessive, so quickly. 
 About a year later, I met a gal named Terri.  Six months after that, Terri and I were married.  Kissy Kat just wanted to move too quickly from being a date to a steady girlfriend. 
   
  
     

Your hand ran through my hair, grasping and pulled me hard up to you.  You kissed me rough and fierce before we positioned ourselves doggie style.  You smacked my ass before kissing it, enjoying the view.

I massaged my own tits, pinching my nipples as I wait for you to thrust into me.  I pushed my exposed ass against you, urging you and moaned your name. You slapped my ass again before I felt your cock, invading me hard and quick.  My finger found my hard clit, rubbing fiercely.  I moaned and bit my lip.  I felt your hands running down my back and feel the shape of my hips.  You settled them on my ass, using it as a pull to push yourself deeper and deeper into me.

I cried out as my first orgasm shocked through me.  You grunted and shouted over my screams, “cum for me baby, cum again.”   You scratched your nails down my back and tugged on my breasts.  My hand cupped your balls as you slammed into me.    I felt the pressure give and I was cumming again.  I moaned loudly and started to push back against you as you slammed into me.   I was crying out your name as your thick seed filled me.  I felt your cock throb as it emptied and your breath was ragged as we both laid down.

I looked at you and told you that was the best fuck of my life.  I knew that visit would be a well cummed visit.

She had joked with Jack that she couldn’t see a time when he would ever be any of those things. The tussle and larking about which had followed this remark had led to her now laying on her back with a warm glow and a damp trickle between her legs. In this post coital comfort the idea was born.

“Hey honey” she said “how would you fancy going out to stud?”

Jack laughed “ I am not going to be breeding many thoroughbreds now darling, we should have thought about that possibility before I had the snip all those years ago”

But Lilian was not to be put off.

“I don’t mean to breed, I mean just for the sex” and she reminded him about the frustrated women she worked with. Jack was still sceptical but later that evening with a couple of glasses of good Rioja in him he brought the subject up again and by bedtime Lillian had convinced him that he would both be performing an act of charity for needy women and that this was something to give their sex lives an exciting twist.

Jack had to work in London for a few days and as he left the next morning Lillian promised him that she would turn the spare bedroom in to a sex palace and have his first customer ready for the weekend. Despite his earlier reservations Jack felt the familiar stirring in his groin as he thought about the prospect on the train journey to London.

And she was good to her word. Jack whistled with appreciation when he saw the results on Friday night. The bed had gone and a new king sized divan had replaced it with satin cushions propped up against the head. New sheepskin rugs were scattered around the floor and boy oh boy a flat screen television was mounted on the wall to the foot of the bed – in a prime viewing position. The TV was connected up to a theatre sound system and Jacks comprehensive set of porn DVDs was stacked on a shelf.

Jack was keen to try out the room before dinner but Lillian said “No, you have to save yourself for your first customer tomorrow!”

Over dinner Lillian described for jack to woman who he would be pleasuring the next day.

he brought the subject up again and by bedtime Lillian had convinced him that he would both be performing an act of charity for needy women and that this was something to give their sex lives an exciting twist.

Jack had to work in London for a few days and as he left the next morning Lillian promised him that she would turn the spare bedroom in to a sex palace and have his first customer ready for the weekend. Despite his earlier reservations Jack felt the familiar stirring in his groin as he thought about the prospect on the train journey to London.

And she was good to her word. Jack whistled with appreciation when he saw the results on Friday night. The bed had gone and a new king sized divan had replaced it with satin cushions propped up against the head. New sheepskin rugs were scattered around the floor and boy oh boy a flat screen television was mounted on the wall to the foot of the bed – in a prime viewing position. The TV was connected up to a theatre sound system and Jacks comprehensive set of porn DVDs was stacked on a shelf.

Jack was keen to try out the room before dinner but Lillian said “No, you have to save yourself for your first customer tomorrow!”

Over dinner Lillian described for jack to woman who he would be pleasuring the next day.

“She is Alice, she is 54, a little overweight but with great tits, blonde but no idea if it is natural. Been married forever and her husband just isn’t interested in sex any more. They sleep in separate rooms. Hasn’t had sex for 16 years”

Jack had hoped for 24, fit and with a great body but realistically knew that this was not likely to be the sort of woman in need of his services.

On Saturday morning Jack went to the shops and added a few essentials to the sexroom. He decided that they needed a fully stocked bar and he spared no expense in getting the best of everything, Vintage Brandy, Double Malt scotch and fine wines all found their way in to his trolley and up to the sexroom.

Over lunch Lillian went through some last minute details with him.

“Alice will be here at two o’clock. I have told her that the rule is skirts, no trousers, stockings, no tights. I will be with the two of you at all times and am ready to join in if wanted.”

If Jack had not already been excited enough the thought of a possible threesome notched the level up a bit more!

Promptly at two the doorbell rang and Jack got his first sight of Alice. She was a very tidy looking woman, he could see that she was a little overweight but her overriding impression was one of extreme nerves.

“I nearly didn’t come” she told Lillian as she fumbled to take off her coat, Lillian leaned forward conspiritatorilly and told her quietly “Well my Jack will make sure you come later!”, the two women giggled.

Lillian and Jack took Alice upstairs and introduced her to the room. “How about a drink to loosen things up?” Jack asked He took orders for two brandies, poured himself a malt whiskey and went over and sat on the bed in the middle. He patted the bed either side of him to indicate that the two women should join him and reached down the TV remote control from a shelf above his head.

“I though we would get in the mood a bit first” he announced and turned on the TV. He had chosen a DVD which was more erotic than hardcore, at least to begin with and the three of them settled back to watch. Jack could sense Lillian getting aroused to his right and gradually he noticed that Alice was relaxing on his left.

He was surprised at Alices reaction when the stud in the film went down on his partner and started to eat her out. She let out a gentle “Oohh” and wriggled a bit.

Jack leaned over to her and asked her quietly “Is that something you like having done to you?”, Alice looked at him nervously and replied “Nobody has ever done that to me”, she blushed. “Oh boy are you in for a treat today” Jack told her and squeezed her hand gently.

Lillian was getting restless. Eventually she slipped off her skirt, grabbed jacks right hand and forced it down in to her knickers to the hot wet slit which was her pussy. Jack responded as always by massaging her slit gently up and down giving her clit the tiniest of flicks from time to time. Alice wriggled a little closer to Jack so he decided to start things off with her as well. He slid his hand up her right thigh under the hem of her rucked up skirt. He soon found that she had flowed Lillians instruction to the letter and that the smooth nylon ended in stocking tops. For a while he caressed that promised land of flesh between the stocking and the pussy and ever so gently move his hand up between her legs on to the material of the crotch of her knickers. He was gratified to find it reassuringly damp. Alice parted her legs for him. He rubbed her pussy for a while though the knickers and Alice started to show signs of real enjoyment. At this point Lillian who was close to coming on Jacks other hand decided to move things on.

“Time to undress” she announced and fitting actions to words stood on the bed, slipped off her shirt and bra and loosed her white lacey knickers.

“Now you Jack” she commanded.

In his turn Jack stood, took off his shirt and trousers and dropped his bulging boxer short displaying a creditable semi erection.

Alice just stared.

“Your turn Alice” Lillian prompted gently.

Self consciously Alice stood and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her skirt. She revealed a well proportioned body with a bit of stomach, some tantalisingly covered globe sized tits and a well rounded bum encased in Marks and Spencer black solid knickers. She was wearing black hold up stockings.

“And the undies” Lillian urged. Slowly Alice unhooked her bra and slid it off rubbing her magnificent tits as she did this. Then oh so slowly she pulled off the knickers and stood before them naked.

One thing was immediately apparent to jack. The lady was certainly not a natural blonde!!!

Jack stood, took her in his arms and kissed her, long, deeply and gently. Alice responded with her tongue and wrapped her arms around Jacks back. Ever so gently he pulled Alice down on to the bed and continued kissing her whilst running his smooth hands up and down her back. Alice moaned quietly.

“I think Alice is ready for some tongue” Lillian told Jack. Jack looked up to see Lillian kneeling naked at Alices feet with her hand  between Alices legs. “She is very wet for you Jack” Lillian cooed.

Jack moved his attack away from Alices lips and on to the neck. Then piece by piece he kissed his way down her body staying a while at each breast before moving on to her belly and so to her pubes. Alice had a great bush of jet black pubic hair which was wiry and springy and as Jack approached it he could smell the juices which Lillian had felt on her pussy. When he got the vital part is seemed that Alice would resist, for a moment she would not open her legs, but then with a moan of submission she parted them and raised her knees. Jack went straight for the target.

He started with a gentle lick up and down the bulging lips of Alices now saturated slit. When he felt her responding by grinding herself in to his face he moved on, flicking his tongue in and out of her streaming orifice. He felt her response at once so he moved to the final objective and strated to work his tongue around her engorged clit. Alice let out a wail of pleasure. Jack worked her clit harder now alternating flicks of his tongue over it with plunges in to pussy. Alice began to buck on the bed grinding her vagina hard in to his face and then it was over. With a long shudder and a positive cry of joy she came with arched back and legs locked rigid. It was as if 16 years of orgasms had built up behind a damn inside her and that dam had now been breached by Jacks skilfull tongue.

Suddenly her body went limp and she fell back on the bed half sobbing, half laughing. Lillian scooted around to her head and gave her a long tender kiss before telling her “Its Jacks turn now”

Alice nodded and smiled “I can take a lot more of that she laughed”

Jack slid up her body until his throbbing erection hovered over her bush. She spread her legs as far as they would go and Jack lowered himself on to her. He was about to take his hand down to guide himself in to her waiting hole when he felt a hand on his cock. He looked to his side and Lillian was there to guide him in. He almost came with the excitement.

With Lillians expert help he slid inside Alice and started to pump. Neither of them were going to be able to stand it for long and sure enough it was only minutes before Alice was once again convulsing and moaning. Jack was ready for that and let go a great stream of pent up seaman in to Alices already flooding pussy. Jack collapsed exhausted on the Alice and for a while just lay there letting the after orgasms die down.

When he climbed of of Alice and offered her an inadequate amount of tissue to clean herself he found that Lillian had given up hope of any relief from either of the other two and was rubbing a buzzing vibrator up and down her pussy. It was only seconds before her orgasm broke and she lay back on the bed panting. The head of the vibrator glistened with her juices.

The three of them lay still for a while, cuddled together, gently caressing each other. It was staring to get dark when Alkice said “I ought to be going, I haven’t got my husbands dinner ready yet, he will be home from work soon” And she gathered up her scattered clothes and put them on.

Lillian put on a bath robe and waited for Alice. After she had done up the last button on her blouse she walked back to be bed and kissed Jack passionately.

“Thank you so much” she whispered “I never thought I would feel like that again”

“Any time” said Jack returning the kiss. “ I will hold you to that” Alice told him and walked out of the room. Lillian saw her to the door.

When Lillian returned she had a very satisfied smile on her face. “Well” she said triumphantly “that was a success wasn’t it?”.

“She seemed to enjoy it “ replied Jack modestly.

“Enjoy it?” retorted Lillian, she is going in to the shop on the way home to tell the other girls how good it was, you will have them queueing before the end of the week.

Jack Sat up on the bed with his arms behind his head.

“Mmm” he said “That sounds good, but I mustn’t forget my best customer must I?”. With that he pulled Lillian down on to the bed, slid his hand inside her robe and started to walk his fingers down towards her pussy……….

Anyways, one time we were at my apartment, eating lunch. My roommate, who was a total prick by the way, was out as usual, probably at work or with his ugly girlfriend. Anyways, so we were eating, talking about sports and stuff, and then eventually talking about relationships. I asked her when her last boyfriend was, finding out she really hadn’t had once for a few month, which was a lot shorter than me, since I hadn’t had a real relationship in over a year. I learned a lot about her as we ate; including a nice fact that she didn’t like condoms. She preferred to be on the pill, and have sex without a condom since it just felt better to her. This of course turned me on, and I began to get a little hard. She then began asking me a few questions, pertaining to sex. Sadly, even though I had been in a relationship, back in high school I was a pretty religious guy, and a bit conservative, never having sex or anything close to it. The nearest thing I ever experienced was kissing and light touching, nothing to write a book about. Amy on the other hand told me she was very experienced, loved sex, and even told me the crazy places and times she did it. Now I was in college and barely a rookie at the idea of sex, never even seeing a girl naked live, with the only boobs I’ve ever seen being on a computer or movie screen. I told Amy this and how I was curious about the female body, never seeing it in depth up close and personal, and wondered if that was weird. She told me it wasn’t weird, and totally normal, which made me feel better and not such a freak.

Suddenly, I got an idea, grew some balls, and asked Amy if I could see her. At first she didn’t know what I meant, but finally got it. She shuck her head, telling me she didn’t really like me that way, and that we weren’t gonna have sex. I told her, that was not what I meant, and that I just wanted to learn about the female body. She then smiled and seemed relieved, even saying that even if we were to have sex, she wasn’t on the pill at the moment, so it couldn’t happen anyway. So I asked her again and she looked back at me, paused for a moment, and then smiled, nodding her head yes. She then told me to lock the doors and close the blinds, which I did, since it was still daylight outside and we didn’t want anyone peeping.

Amy then told me to sit on my chair, and she took of her t-shirt and jeans. I had no idea really what was gonna happen next, but I was definitely getting hard, and my erection was clearly visible under my pants. She then stood in front of me in her lingerie, looking at my boner and asking if she had done that. I of course said yes, and she pulled me closer. She then asked if I had ever seen bare breast in person, which I hadn’t. She then told me, it was gonna be my lucky day, and unstrapped her bra. Out fell her perfect boobs, her pink nipples the size of quarters. I couldn’t stop staring at them; they were perfect, even if they did sag a slight bit. I then asked if I could touch them, to which Amy said yes, and I began to cup both of them in my hands. I never felt breasts before in my life, even began to juggle them a little, as they were heavier than I thought, but so soft. I then felt her nipples, touching the ends, which made Amy jump a little. I said sorry, but she said it was okay. I then traced my fingers around her nipples and felt the tops of her chest. I told her they were very nice, and she thanked me.

Amy then got up and began to remove her panties. As she pulled them down, a little bit of her pubic hair, which was also reddish brown, began to peak out. She was definitely trimmed, not really having much of a bush except for the hair on top of her pussy. I then moved in closer, feeling her pubic hair and the area around pussy. I was still rock hard and felt my pants getting a little wet with pre-cum, but I could care less. I then slowly moved my hand towards the folds of her pussy, my hands slightly shaking. I was so nervous, and Amy looked at me, and told me to relax. I slowly took my fingers and spread her out pussy lips apart, revealing her pink inside, and the inner folds of her vagina. It felt so slick and moist and warm. I saw her urethra and her vagina, and asked if I could stick my finger inside it. She said it was okay, just to be careful. I stuck a finger in, her inner pussy lips folding perfectly over my finger. I went a few inches in and then pulled it out. I decided to experiment more, and stuck two fingers in, a little deeper. Her pussy could clearly spread across my two fingers, and I then pulled them out, and stuck in three, going even deeper. She then asked me how many fingers I had inside, and I told her three, to which she said, try four. I was afraid at first, but finally stuck in four fingers, stretching her vagina and going even deeper, caressing something inside which made her jump again. I apologized again, but she said it was okay, but that if felt good.

We then sat on my bed, me wondering what was going to happen next. After we just kind of exchanged a few words, I figured the whole misadventure was over, and began to get up. Amy then looked at me and asked “do you wanna, you know?” It took me a second to realize what she meant, and I jumped up and said, “Yes, yes, yes”. I then took off my pants and my shirt and clothes. She watched me undress and then after I finished, she pushed me back onto my bed, my head on my pillow, and told me to just relax. She then bent over, and we began to kiss. While we kissed, I rubbed her body, including her perfect tits, while she took one of her hands and guided me inside of her. I knew I was in the second I entered; it was so tight and warm. I then lay back as she grinded up against me, up and down, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down as we both moved in rhythm. Everything seemed to be going so fast, that even though it seemed like a mere minute, we were all sweating and I could tell we had been fucking for a good 10 minutes or so. I then began to feel it swell inside me, and I whispered I was going to cum. Amy just kept on going, even picking up speed in her rhythm. My body tensed up, and I shot it deep inside her as she stopped moving and just let my penis milk itself into her. After I finished, she slowly pulled out, knowing my penis was super sensitive right then. As my head left her pussy, a load of cum oozed out of her vagina, and onto my bed. I could care less about the stain at the moment, just sitting in amazement as my cum was inside a beautiful girl. She laughed as it continued to ooze out, and cleaned it up with a tissue. Eventually we all got dressed and cleaned up and Amy would leave, even though I remember seeing that stain on my bed as a reminder of what happened.

From then on, when me and Amy would work a game together, we would always smile at each other in a little bit of a naughty way. It wouldn’t be the last time Amy and I had a little adventure, but I still remember fondly that first time. Amy was so cool.

     "Do you remember what I told you I was going to do to you once you were here?" he asks huskily. 

     I nod. "Brand me as yours," I whisper, trembling in anticipation.

     A smile lights his face as he once again reaches for me. He presses his palm over my hips, holing me down as the fingers of his other hand spread between my thighs. One finger pressing into me, his thumb stroking my clit. After a few moments, he inserts a second finger deeply inside, thrusting harder and harder, pushing me open further and further, the stretching becoming intense as he spreads his fingers apart. My first orgasm rips through me, arching me off the bed. He presses me back down and slows the thrusting of his fingers to a more sensuous pace, allowing me to drift back to earth. Then, he inserts a third finger and slowly rebuilds speed and depth until I am rocking back onto my shoulders. This thumb is replaced by his warm, wet mouth and tongue. A second, longer orgasm tears me apart, blackening my vision. He waits for the shuddering to stop, still sliding his tongue over my leaping clit and twitching his strong fingers against my cervix and then sliding them out and licking them clean

     He shifts my limp body on the bed and rolls me over onto my belly, straddling my thighs. He bends over me, nibbling his way down my spine. He slides off me and I relax, thinking it's over. My eyes drift closed, my breathing slows, my throbbing pussy softly drips on the soft coverlet.

     He then re-mounts my thighs and I realize he had just left to remove his clothing. I feel his silky penis resting along the crack of my ass. His full 8 inches feels wide and heavy, the enormous head pressing thickly against my back, forcing me to shiver in anticipation again. He strokes his nails down my back, using his fingers to push his cock between my thighs and into my pulsing pussy. The silky head parts my lips, easing gently inside, filling and stretching my wet snatch to its limit and beyond. A soft burning sensation starts as he slides in and bottoms out, his full length buried inside, balls pressed to my clit. He pumps gently and slowly in and out, the head of his codk bumping my g-spot and cervic with every stroke. A gentle warmth begins to spread through my body. A wonderful, perfect orgasm pulls its way through my body and he grunts softly, slipping his mouth over mine in an intense kiss as he cums with me.

     I lost count of the orgasms that first, amazing day in bed with James. All I know is that I loved him them and was able to fall asleep in his arms, something I have never done before with anyone. He wakes me with kisses, stroking my body softly and drawing soft moans from my lips. I could spend my whole life like that. If only.....  

“I would definitely like to meet up again... for some fun!”
“Awesome!  Where and when?”  I asked.
“I’ve always wanted to have some fun in a movie theatre.  You up for it?”
“Hell Yeah!”

The next day, I called her to make plans to meet up again... this time for some fun.  We decided to see the oldest movie at the quietest theatre.  This way, there would be fewer people in the theatre.  We met up at 8:00pm and went into the theatre.  We chose to sit in a secluded area in the back.  She was wearing a loose fitting, knee length dress.  It was apparent she wasn’t a bra.  I was curious if she was wearing panties!

“How have you never been able to find a guy to do this with?”  I asked.
“I’m not sure!  My boyfriends have all ‘said’ they would do it, but never go through with it.  Promise you won’t back out?”
“I’m here for fun with you... and I’ve seen this movie before.  You have my undivided attention!”

We talked until the lights dimmed and the movie began.  About 25 minutes into the movie, Jessica lifted the armrest separating us and cuddled close to me.  She also started rubbing the inside of my right thigh.  As if the anticipation wasn’t enough to get any man hard, feeling her rub my thigh was making me super hard!  She unzipped my jeans and stuck her hand in.  She found my cock and whispered,

“Wow!  I didn’t expect such a big cock!  I hope it all fits in my little mouth!”

I just smiled and winked at her.  She had a firm grasp on my cock as she tried to give me a handjob.  After a few minutes into the handjob, she slid off the seat and onto her knees between my legs.  She pull my cock out and began sucking my huge head!  She sucked like a pro!  The sensation was amazing!

I looked down at her and our eyes met.  She deepthroated my cock in one fluid motion and held it there for 10 or 20 seconds.  She started bobbing her head on my cock, keeping a tight seal on it.  My old fuck buddy was good, but Jessica was a master!  She pulled off my hard cock and let the cold air touch it.

She mouthed, “Are you close?”
I responded with “Getting there!”

She returned to my cock with a fury, intent on making me cum hard!  I wasn’t going to last long.  We kept our eyes locked the whole time.  About a couple minutes later, I mouthed “I’m gonna cum!”  She gave my cock a couple more bobs and deepthroated my  cock again!  That made me cum hard!  She kept a tight seal on my cock, sucking every last drop of my cum!  She put my cock back in my pants, zipped up my jeans and returned to her seat.

“I love your cock!  It’s the biggest one I’ve ever had!”  She said.
“Thanks!  You sure know how to inflate a man’s ego.”  I responded.

Took me a few minutes to recover.  I slowly slid her dress up.  She noticed and spread her legs a little bit.  I rubbed her thigh slowly until I reach her thong covered pussy.  I found her clit and started rubbing it.  She was moaning softly.  Her thong was so wet!  I figured it was time to return to the favor.  I got down between her legs.  With her help, I pulled her thong off.  I was staring at a beautiful sight!

I dove in!  She pussy was sweet!  I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as I could.  I alternated between licking her pussy, sticking my tongue in, sucking her clit and swirling my tongue around it.  She was going crazy!  She held my head to her pussy.  I could tell she was close.  I reached up and twisted her nipples.  That set her off!  She was moaning loudly.  I got up and kissed her hard to muffle her moaning.

“Do you have any condoms here?”  She asked.
“Shit! I forgot them at home!”
“OK.  Let’s get out of here!”

We decided to head to her place.   She was masturbating the whole way!  I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road.  We weren’t at her place more than 30 seconds when she pulled me towards her bedroom.  She removed her dress.  I took that as my queue and got naked too.  She was already on the bed, fingering herself.

“I finally get to see the monster!  Now get over here and fuck me!”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Condoms are in the drawer”

I grabbed a condom and put it on.  I moved between her legs and kissed her.  As I was kissing her, I positioned my cock at her very wet entrance and slowly entered her.  As my entire cock disappeared in her, I hit her cervix.  I slowly pulled out and pushed back in!  Jessica had a big smile on her face.

“I love your pussy around my cock!  It’s so tight!”
“My pussy has never been stretched this much!

We continued fucking in missionary.  Jessica was moaning loudly.  I pulled out completely and stayed that way for a minute or two.  Jessica tried to wrap her legs around me to pull me back in, but I prevented it.  She gave me a puppy dog face.

“If you want my cock, beg for it!”
“PLEASE DAN!  I NEED YOUR COCK!  Please put it back in!”
“OK, but I want to fuck you doggy style now!”
“OOOOO!  My favorite!”

Jessica got on her hands and knees and begged once again for my cock.  I grabbed her hips and slammed in.  I continued the rhythm and Jessica pushed back to match it.  Her pussy was getting wetter with every stroke!  I looked down at her puckered asshole.  It looked so inviting!  I started to push my thumb into it, when Jessica said,

“Don’t!  I’ve never had anything in my ass.”

I pulled my thumb out and continued fucking her.  I was getting tired, so I told her I wanted to fuck cowgirl now.  I lay down on my back and she climbed on top of me.  I lined up my cock with her pussy and she dropped down on it.  She was going crazy fucking me!  I could feel her clit rubbing against my cock!  Jessica was breathing hard.  A moment later, her pussy starting contracting as she yelled,

“I’m cumming!”

Once her orgasm died down, she rolled off.  We cuddled and kissed for a little bit.  I still had not cum.  I took of the condom.

“You didn’t cum yet, did you?”  Jessica asked.
“No, I haven’t yet”
“How can I help with that?”
“I fulfilled your fantasy.  I was kind of hoping we could fulfill one of mine.”
“Seems fair.  What’s your fantasy?”
“I’ve always wanted to cum in a woman’s ass”
“Um.  I said that I’ve never done anal before.”
“Would you be willing to try?  I’ll stop if it hurts too much.”

She agreed to give it a shot.  She got back into doggy position.  I stuck my fingers into her still wet pussy and used her cum to lubricate her asshole.  As I was lubbing up her asshole, I pushed my bare cock into her pussy.

“Are you ready?”  I asked.
“I think so.”

I pulled my well lubricated cock out of her pussy and slowly started pushing into her asshole a little bit at a time.  After every little push, I stopped go let her adjust to my monster cock.   I finally got my entire cock in her ass.  It was an even better feeling than her pussy!

“How does it feel?”  I asked.
“It hurts, but it’s a good pain.”  She responded.
“Let me know when I should continue.”
“Keep going.”

I pulled out until just my large head was in then pushed back in.  The sensation was incredible!  I was fucking her with long strokes.  She was starting to enjoy it, as she was moaning again.  I pushed in, stopped there and reached under her to finger her clit a little.  I felt her hand touch mine.  She took over fingering herself.  I went back to fuck her ass.  I sped up my ass fucking.  My balls were slapping her pussy with every stroke.  She was breathing heavily again, which was a sign that she was close to an orgasm.   As I pushed back in, she came and her ass tightened up!  I couldn’t pull out.

“OH MY GOD!!!  OH MY GOD!!!” She yelled!

After what seemed like an eternity stuck in her ass, she finally released my cock a little bit and I went back to fucking her ass until I came in it!  I pulled out and we both fell onto our sides.  She turned to face me and kiss me hard.  I pulled her tight.  We just lay there silent for a few minutes, when she said,

“Wow!  That was amazing!  I’ve cum so hard!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.  I did too!”
“If I knew it would feel so good, I would have tried it a long time ago!”
“I’m glad you trusted me enough to try it”
“Do you want to spend the night?”
“Absolutely!  Besides, it’s not like I live far away!”

 

I have to admit that despite loving Mike more than I had ever loved anyone in my life, there are moments when I daydream back into the past and think of previous relationships. Later on I might dismiss those thoughts as ludicrous, but in times of dwelling, my mood is dangerously aloof and should I have an opportunity to do it all over again with one or two lovers from my past life right there and then, I probably would.

 

Last week, we had decided that due to sharing our little home with three dogs and two cats, it was becoming too crowded, and we agreed to remodel the closed-in patio, which now served as a storage and dumping place and rebuild it into an additional room. We were to have a garage sale and get rid of as much junk as possible, and if lucky, make some money on the side, too.

 

Besides our workout equipment, which basically served as a dust collector, old clothes that were too small or too old to wear but still too dear to be discarded, some atrocious furniture, which we were simply too lazy to throw out, I had found three boxes from the time of our initial move, packed to the brim with books.

 

I dug into the boxes with great pleasure, as I had hoped to find books that I might want to re-read, and probably some that were never even cracked open, bought on one of my impulsive binges and stored for the later times when I would have more time to devote to them.

 

As I was emptying the last of the boxes containing old sci-fi novels, which I seriously suspected would be the first ones to be designated as items for sale the following weekend, to my great amazement, I saw my old diary, it’s cover faded and with traces of coffee stains, laying on the bottom, dusty and alone. My heart jumped with excitement and I eagerly took it out of its prolonged imprisonment, pressing it to my chest and closing my eyes in silent gratitude. It had an odd smell of staleness, the texture of its cover familiar to my fingers.

 

I had kept a meticulous diary when it was first given to me, after which it lay discarded for years. It had been a gift from my mother, who brought it from her honeymoon in Italy after she married my step dad George. It was a combination of an address book, diary and a notebook, the size of a big paperback and just as thick, and if I was to use it as a chronicle of my young life, I could have probably squeezed in a few years, because as a teenager I had allowed myself very little fun and didn’t date at all.

 

The cover of the book was a mixture of soft pastels; peach and pink running into pistachio green and baby blue. In the middle of the cover was an upright oval circle with the cartoon picture of Holly Hobbie, who at the time was the rave among young girls, just as Pokemon might be for kids today, or Jessica Simpson for the teenagers.

 

On my book, Holly is wearing a big blue sunbonnet and a patchwork pinafore, happily strolling through the meadow with a wicker basket hanging over her arm filled with what looked like small field flowers. The sweet innocence of the girl had reminded me of my early years with heavy nostalgia. The image itself made me miss my school friends, most of who still live in a small town thousands of miles away from Chicago where I had moved when I began college never to return. It made me miss my mom, who had since remarried for the third time, my ex-step dad George and his quiet kindness, my sisters Hope and Alison, who were always in my hair and on my case, feeling that the simple fact of being older than me allowed them to do so.

 

As I started college, I again made use of my diary, carefully documenting all my escapades, mainly with guys, turning my innocent little diary into an erotic confessionary, always terrified that a pair of uninvited eyes might take a peek.

 

I placed the book in my lap and opened it, immediately cringing in embarrassment. Over twenty years ago when I was fourteen, I had a huge crush on Rick Springfield, and his image was the first I saw. Actually, it must have been some thirty images of him, plastered all over the first two pages. Black and white pictures from the newspapers, colored ones from the magazines, overlapping in a shabby-chic array, which is very tiresome to the eye. Rick Springfield wearing a red leather jacket, Rick in a black T-shirt, Rick at a concert, caught in midair, kicking his legs to one side, his head flung back, clutching on a guitar, his long hair waving wildly, Rick on a motorcycle, Rick in doctor’s scrubs from the General Hospital, young Rick, older Rick, Rick wearing glasses, Rick wearing shades… Rick, Rick, Rick.

 

“Yuck!” I giggled. What was I thinking to be this obsessed by somebody who was not a reality, at least not to me?   No wonder I never dated properly!

 

I turned the page only to find more Rick, now becoming seriously annoyed over my own stupidity.

 

“Glad I’m over that one!” I chuckled, finally reaching the double page with no Rick’s pictures on it. Instead, the left side held two yearly calendars, 1981 and 1982, the opposite continued with calendars of 83 and 84, each one occupying half a page. There were no spaces for writing, just numbers; for each year, three months in a row, four in a column, Saturdays and Sundays in grey, weekdays in black and holidays in red. Many of the festive days I didn’t recognize and it dawned on me that they must have been Italian, therefore unfamiliar.

 

In May, June and July of 1981 I appeared to have been very conscientious, carefully circling five or six days in a row of each month with a red pen, obviously the days of my periods. After July however, there was no more markings until September of 1983, and they continued for another four months after which seizing altogether. I have never been consistent and disciplined with anything, even the tracking of my own periods. That is why I had so many scares later in life when I thought I was in my “safe” days and had had unprotected sex, only to sweat a number of sleepless nights, praying to God in whom I didn’t believe anyway, promising I’d do anything, just please, please, PLEASE, don’t let me be pregnant. The thought that I might be chancing something worse than pregnancy never occurred to me in those days.

 

I shook my head in disbelief and turned another page. Here, more detailed calendars began; the ones where each month takes the whole page, each day in a margin of its own, so that one can scribble in notes and reminders. Again, May and June of 81 were full, written all over with my awkward, still childish hand, using different colors, from red, blue and black, to green and purple, which at the time were the peak of sophistication for a teenager. Math test; History test; Chemistry test; English and German tests in one day. I wondered how I ever managed to keep my sanity with all this testing forced upon my obviously completely immature brain.

 

The rest of the notes were inevitably pertaining to birthdays, a very important event in a young girl’s life, especially her own. Danielle BD – January 23 rd ; Daria BD – March 9 th ; Cynthia BD – March 23 rd ; Bo-Jane BD – October 2 nd ; Janie BD – October 11 th ; Zora BD – October 22 nd ; Tania BD – October 24 th and then again 25 th . I was obviously not certain when Tania’s birthday was, and to this day I still don’t now. Mom BD – October 26 th ; Dad BD – December 25 th . Surprisingly, there were no notes on when my sisters’ birthdays were. They must have pissed me off enough not to include them with the rest of the gang in my precious book.

 

And of course, there was my birthday: Nikkie BD – April 4 th . Why I had to mark my own special day like that I cannot explain. It’s just something a teenage girl does. Call it egocentric but I’m almost willing to bet that if you peep into a diary of your little sister, your daughter or even in your own, in case you’ve saved it from a long time ago, theirs or your name would be proudly written in the margin which represented the happy day, probably using one of the cool colors, like green or purple. To my defense, I have also included names of the celebrities of whom I knew shared my birthday: Maya Angelou, Anthony Perkins, Christine Lahti and Muddy Waters. I was always most proud to point out that Miss Angelou was born on the same day as me! Muddy I only knew by name, but have gathered early in life that his music had made him a legend of blues, - or was it jazz? - and therefore decided to include him, too. Again, let’s not forget the teenage egocentricity.

 

I also wondered over the need to include the ‘BD’ after each name. Even after all these years, having missed some twenty celebrations of each of the people that I had so faithfully marked down, I still know their birthdays by heart. I might not always bother to call or send a card, but I do remember them on their special days. I glanced over August and cringed. Of course I couldn’t have missed Rick Springfield and his BD on the 23 rd !

 

After flicking through the margined calendars – there were only years 81 and 82, obviously book makers were hoping that a girl would either get too bored with that one and buy a new one, or worse still be so productive that she would completely fill it out and would absolutely need another – the part with addresses followed.

 

Half a page was devoted to each letter, X, Y and Z sharing the same half. Obviously, there are not too many people in the Italian world with first or last names beginning with those letters. My XYZ box only held one name, address and phone number – Zora. The friend with BD on October 22 nd .

 

I don’t remember drinking heavily at the tender age of fourteen, but should one browse through my address book, one would be certain that I had a serious problem with departmentalizing. I could tell which names were scribbled in first; they were all written in blue colored pen, each properly sorted by the last name and I must have put a lot of effort and care into my handwriting, as despite looking unaesthetic now, it appears to be somewhat consistent and eligible.

 

The next batch was sorted by the first names, handwriting already deteriorating, colors varying.

 

After getting tired of orderliness, I just wrote names as they came, filling out the blank spaces that were available, starting in the A box. Dolores Anderson, Cynthia Axelrod, Abigail Matthews, and Aimee Stephenson shared this particular space with Maryanne Pinsky, Laurie Kinnard and Xenia, whom despite the uniqueness of her name and all my best efforts, I cannot recall.

 

Personal information packed boxes all the way to and including F, after which only the names from the “first” and “second” batches, when I was still trying to maintain some kind of order were dotting the pages. I nostalgically noted that each name held one or at the most two phone numbers – home and maybe a second home if the person was a victim of divorced parents. No cell phone numbers present; early 80s were blessedly lacking those most convenient, yet annoying little suckers.

 

The most bizarre thing that I had noticed when skimming over the names of my friends was that they all lived on the same street as me, only one or two doors down, some even in my apartment building, which made careful marking of each address, including zip code completely redundant. I suppose in those tender years I still displayed the ambition for some sort of organized arrangement, which later in life I have never quite achieved.  

 

Again shaking my head in amazement, I quickly browsed through the address book pages until I came to the notebook part. A bust picture of smiling Rick Springfield, his perfect hair obviously fan blown with a painstaking care, his pearly whites sparkling with an unnatural glow, a trace of eyeliner and soft rouge nearly made me drop the book back in the box and forget about it forever. I remember this particular picture of Rick used to be my favorite.

 

Instead, I turned the page. In an obviously more mature handwriting, which I recognized as mine, but a few years older than the one used for address and BD entries, there were lists upon lists upon lists. Just as in my early teenage years I had been obsessed with addresses, which later on turned into compulsion to make extensive notes on things that I felt I needed to buy, read, research, record, and see. Also, there were lists of things I did – again, mainly books I have read and movies I have seen.

 

I have obviously just finished and been impressed with Philip Jose Farmer’s ‘Riverworld Novels Series’ and had planned to dig into Tolkien next. I have devoured volumes of Jean Plaidy books and was getting ready to read Victoria Holt afterwards – I cringed. Loving Stephen King, I have hoped that Clive Barker would turn out to be just as good if not better. Each title of the book that I had read had a little check mark next to it. I suspect that different colors used were some sort of color code, which would reveal of how good or bad I thought the story was, but I can’t remember the details of its legend now. The list of my favorite songs reads like a compilation of 80s music – Human League, Spandau Ballet, Soft Cell, Alison Moyet, and Eurythmics. Notably, American music was not very dear to my heart. Skipping over a few more pages of books, music and movies, which by now have revealed that my taste in written, sang and filmed art had been quite poor, I stumbled upon yet another list. This one made me shudder and then giggle.

 

A list of baby names. Despite the fact that even as early as my late teens I had decided that I didn’t want any kids – and have to proudly point out that this had been one of the very few things in life I had avoided to change my mind about – there were two full pages of boy and girl names. Saffron, Siobhan, Sinead, Taraya, Tamara, Tiyana and Tahar   – apparently very impressed by the names beginning in S or T; Maya, Farida, Farrah, Zala, Masika, Khepri, Anat, Matuya followed those, and the list went on and on. I was not even certain if they were all real names found in a book, or whether they were just a fruit of my imagination. I was not interested to put myself through the same torture with the list of boys’ names.

 

I flipped a few pages. Recipes – did I really believe I could learn the simple and yet complicated art of cooking? Most of the recipes had an accompanying marginal note of “difficult”.

 

I went forward. I stumbled upon a complete list of English kings and queens from 1250 AD to the present time. I vaguely remembered a paper that I had worked on for weeks regarding the subject.

 

I skipped on. My own makeshift vocabulary of words that I came across when reading and didn’t understand, their meanings and examples in sentences carefully jotted next to them. One of them being saturnine, a word that had a nice ring to my ear, even though its meaning was less than cheerful.

 

I went forward. Another list of books, this one for the curriculum requirement. Dostoyevski, Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Wilde and Joyce. No wonder I was ‘saturnine’ during my teenage years.

 

I vaguely remembered that there should have been something more inside my book, something very personal and hopefully after all these years amusing to read. Where was it, though?

 

I kept flipping the pages, two, three, ten, twenty at the time. The book was more voluminous that I had expected. It seemed like I had acquired a mass of computer data information and wrote it down for future reference.

 

Then, I remembered what I used to do when writing secret things down. I closed the diary and with the back cover facing me, turned it upside down. Now I opened it again and bingo. Here was what I had been looking for. My clandestine life, hidden from my family and usually from most of my friends, too.

 

To an untrained eye, the writings were a complete nonsense. To a person with passion for puzzles it would have been instantly clear that this was written in a code. My own – not hard to break, should someone take time and effort to do so. Certainly not interesting enough to my sisters who were nosy, constantly snooping around, yet too lazy to attempt the deciphering.

 

Even I couldn’t read it smoothly any longer. I paused for a moment, seriously considering whether I had time to do this. I was supposed to be cleaning out the patio room in an attempt to get things ready for the weekend. However, this was too much of a temptation.

 

I placed the book on an old coffee table and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate and find a pen. I would need to write it all down if I wanted to be able to read it again. Now at least I understood that Mike had never read it. He wouldn’t have the time or energy to do a complicated task of code breaking, no matter how interested in my life before him.

 

I returned with a mug of hot chocolate, can of soda and plate of sandwiches with their crusts cut off, exactly as I liked them. I had completely given up on any kind of work in the patio storage for the day. The task that I was about to undertake would devour most of the day; hopefully, I’d be able to finish before Mike came home from work.

 

Sheba, my longhaired grey cat brushed against my leg and quietly meowed, requesting to be given some attention. “Come on, pretty girl.” I said, picking her up and pressing a loud smooch on her beautiful head. “You can stay, but I need a promise that you won’t tell on me. This is just between us girls, eh?” I looked deep into her intoxicating green eyes and as if answering, she purred softly. “Alright, then.” I said, opening my dear diary.

 

I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and wrote down an entire alphabet. Underneath, I wrote another set, this time moving the first letter three spaces to the left, which is how I constructed my code. The letters read:

 

A    B    C    D    E    F    G

 

x     y     z     a     b     c     d

 

For each A in a word I used X, for B letter Y and so on. Like I said, nothing to prove me a genius, yet clever enough to keep my secrets to secretive.

 

The first page was titled ARHB – October 1985. I didn’t need to de-code that one. I knew exactly what it meant. It was about Duke, the guy I lost my virginity to. October 1985 was when it happened.

 

For a moment I seriously considered abandoning the project of prying into my past. Was it wise to do so? Then, I though: ‘too late to turn back now’. My curiosity had been aroused and I wanted to relive the moments of my firsts.

 

I took a sip of hot chocolate and dug into work. It had taken a good hour to finish the first diary entry, but after a couple of paragraphs I refreshed my memory on the code that I was almost able to read it without a problem, just as I used to, almost twenty years ago.

“I want you now!” he whispered.  “I’ve missed you these last couple of weeks while I was in Taiwan,” he added.

 

“Oh?  Really?” she asked with a smile.

 

He nodded with a grin, “Absolutely!” he said as he let his hand slide down caressing over her perfect breast, lightly teasing her nipple then sliding it down to her thigh and under the skirt she was wearing.

 

“I’ve missed you too.” She stated, with a grin of her own, as his hand slid farther up her thigh to find she was wearing only thigh-high stockings and a wispy thin silk g-string underneath.

 

With a smile that belied his desires, Eric drove the last couple of blocks as fast as possible, pulling into the driveway of the apartment complex and then flying thru the gate.  “I think I’m going to have to fuck you on the stairs.  If we’re lucky maybe we can make it to the big chair,” he said with a grin and a gleam in his eye, as his fingers slowly stroked her thru the thin material between her legs.  He could feel the warm heat building there as he pulled into the garage and came to a stop.  He leaned over, finally able to let go of the wheel and pulled her close again, kissing her deeply, his other hand now free to wander over her body and then come to rest on her small but firm breast.  “God I love your titties” he whispered huskily as he pulled away briefly, only to come back to kiss her again seconds later.

 

Eric could feel her hands on him now, lightly teasing his nipples as they kissed, then her had slid down between his legs.  He knew she could feel his hardness through his jeans.  He grinned again.  “I told you I missed you!”

“That must be terribly uncomfortable.  I’m going to have to help you with that aren’t I,” Patti asked.

“I’m afraid so.  It could lead to my early death if you don’t!” he said with a laugh.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to have THAT on my conscience, ‘she said with a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Eric stepped out of the car and came around to help Patti out.  As she stepped out he pulled her close, kissing her.  He felt her lean into his arms and he held her tightly, kissing her deeply, passionately.  He let his hands roam over her body, his left hand caressing the nape of her neck, his right sliding over her hips and buttocks before working up to cup her left breast firmly but gently.  He could feel her nipple harden as he teased it through her sweater.  His left hand slid down from her neck to her other breast and began teasing that nipple now as they continued to kiss, tongues entwined.  His right hand found its way back between her legs again.  He peeled the thin material aside and slid two fingers up and down over her warm, wet pussy.  Patti moaned softly as he spread her wetness up and down.  “Lets get in the house,” he whispered as he took her by the hand and led her out of the garage and inside.  As the garage door came down and the door out closed he stopped and pulled her to him again.

“I want you right here, right now,” he said as they stood at the base of the stairs leading up into the apartment.

He kissed her again, a long slow deep kiss.  As he did, he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it off, exposing her small, perfect titties.  He caressed the exposed skin with his hands and then leaned forward and began licking and sucking on her sensitive nipples.

With a smile, he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.  He then lowered himself till he was sitting on a step.  He reached behind her, placing his hands on her buttocks and guided her forward slightly.  Using his left hand he peeled the damp fabric of her thong aside, exposing the pink wetness of her pussy.  He softly inhaled her scent, enjoying it.  He could feel his body react, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he began to kiss and then lick her warm, wet pussy. 

He started with long slow licks up and down her cleft, then moved to small circles over her sensitive clit.  He heard her breathing increase and then a soft moan, barely audible.  He smiled as she pressed herself into him, grinding her pussy against his tongue.  He applied a small amount of suction against her clit now, simultaneously licking up and down over it.  This caused her to moan a bit louder. 

He lifted his right hand from her buttock and, using one finger to start, began to slowly penetrate her very wet opening.  He then slid a second finger inside.  This caused yet another soft moan.

 

Eric pulled back and looked up into Patti’s eyes with a smile.  “You’re very wet now”, he said softly, grinning.  “I want you on top of me, I want to see you and feel you cum” he added.

“Oh…I don’t know if you’re ready yet…I’d better check,” she said, and then she guided him to standing, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.  He helped her slide them down and kicked them off.  She smiled to see he had nothing on underneath them, as his cock stood out.  “Hmm…you seem ready…but I’m not quite convinced,” she said and then she lowered herself down with a smile. 

She opened her mouth and slowly took his cock in it.  She heard him moan lightly “oh yes…” as she did.  It gave her quite a rush to hear that.  She sucked and licked his cock, taking it all the way in her mouth, sliding her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock.  She could feel it throbbing, full and hard in her mouth.

Patti pulled back and looked up “I think you’re ready now,” she said.

Eric sat down on the stairs, his legs spread wide.  She lowered herself down onto his hard cock straddling him.  Once she had him all the way in, Patti began sliding herself up and down, slowly at first, then faster.

She loved fucking him this way.  She needed to cum badly, and she never could deny herself that in this position…it felt too damn good!

“Cum for me baby” he said softly as she rode his cock.  He reached up and teased her nipples.  He loved watching her as she got closer and closer to cumming.  He could feel her pussy squeezing tighter around him.

“Oh yes!” she moaned as she thrust herself hard and faster on his cock.  Eric began meeting her strokes with those of his own, driving his cock harder and faster inside her. 

That was all Patti could take. 

Eric felt her pussy squeeze around him, as though she was locking him inside her as she came.  He smiled, thrilled to have been able to feel her cum and know she was enjoying him so much.

Patti collapsed on top of him.  Eric held her on top of him for a while, loving the feeling of her skin against his, his still hard cock buried deep within her, the sensitive intimacy of the moment was something he treasured greatly.

As her breathing came back to normal, Patti sat up, “I want you behind me now, I want to feel you cum in me that way,” she said as she pulled herself off of him.

Eric sighed briefly as he felt the cool air on his cock, he wanted to get back inside her instantly. 

Patti turned and faced up the stairs and got on her hands and knees.  She felt Eric step behind her and then she felt his hardness pressing into her once again, then he began fucking her.

 

 She loved it when he was like this!  She closed her eyes and felt him thrusting in her, slowing occasionally but then going faster and faster.  She knew he couldn’t last long but God it felt good!  She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her tight as he fucked her.   She felt her second orgasm building inside her and just hoped she could get there.

She felt his fingers tightening on her hips and knew he was almost there.  He was thrusting faster and harder now, exactly what she needed too.

Eric could tell she was close to cumming again.  He wanted her to get there before he came but he knew it was going to be close.  He reached up and caressed her nipple with his right hand and tried to slow himself down a little.  He took a deep breath and placed his hand back on her hip, thrusting faster again. 

“Oh…yes!” she moaned as he sent her over the edge again, cumming.

Eric smiled as he felt her pussy squeeze down tightly around him again as she came.  That was all he could take!  She was SOO tight, so warm and wet…

He thrust himself deep into her and came.  In his mind it felt like an explosion!  He thrust himself into her a few more times as he came in her,  his juices mixing with hers in the process.  He collapsed against her briefly but then caught himself with his hands.  He didn’t want to move though.  He loved being inside of Patti and hated the feeling of sliding out of her.  He didn’t want it to end yet!  The smell of sex in the air was quite tangible…he loved it!  He leaned forward and kissed her at the nape of her neck

“Thank you crazy girl…you’re incredible. 

 

I want to take you to the bedroom and start all over now!” he said with a grin.

“I think that’s a good idea, but lets get a shower and a little food…then I can have you for desert” she said with a wicked little smile.

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me!  I want to make love to you all night long!  I’ve missed you these last two weeks…and you have to help me so I don’t die young” he laughed.

“Lets go lover…I’m not done with you yet” she said over her shoulder as she led him by the hand up into the apartment.

Sara was the daughter of Emma’s cousin. Sam and Jessie idolized her because she was cool and popular and gorgeous. Emma trusted her because she was smart and very mature for her age. I distrusted her because I sensed her maturity came from experience that most fourteen year old girls did not have. It was the way she made me feel when she looked at me. There was too much confidence in her stare and more in her eyes than intelligence and maturity.

So against Emma’s advice, I pulled up to the house without calling first to let Sara now I was coming home to grab my wife’s migraine pills. Our house sits next to a park. When I saw the red Jeep parked just beyond our fence in front of the park I was sure my suspicions were confirmed. A boyfriend wouldn’t park in the driveway, and it was far enough away but close enough if he had to make a run for it. It wasn’t too long ago I was that age. I pulled up behind the Jeep and walked to the house.

It was almost eleven, so Jessie should have been in bed by now. The front of the house was dark, but I could see lights on in the back. I had expected to catch Sara making out with some boy on the sofa when I arrived, but the deep hum from the backyard told me the jacuzzi jets were running. My mind shifted gears at the thought that she had a boy in the hot tub with her. If she was bold enough for that, I wondered exactly what I would see as I slipped through the gate on the side of the house. My fears of her lack of innocence were turning to something else and I adjusted the crotch of my slacks.

We have two hot tubs, one outside in the yard for summertime, and one enclosed on the porch for winter. The hum came from the enclosed porch and a light from the kitchen cast a soft glow over the tub. Sara was standing in the jacuzzi with her back to me. The water bubbled at about mid thigh on her and she was bent at the waist, her elbows resting on the edge of the tub.

The boy I expected to catch her with was not there. Instead, standing behind her in the writhing water was a man. A man who looked to be my age, even older. His hips bucked hard and fast against Sara’s naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheek of her ass with one hand, pulling her head back by the ponytail with the other. Her back arched and her muffled voice penetrated the glass that separated us begging him for more.

I slipped back into the shadows with my head reeling and my heart beating like a fucked clock. I should have been thinking of my daughter. Where was she? I should have kicked in the door and raised hell. But I must admit nothing like that even crossed my mind. I was remembering all those looks Sara had given me and what I had seen in her eyes.

I was back at the window. This man was close to forty, by the streaks of grey through his dark hair. His body was hard and lean, not young but still muscular and sexy. He slapped his open palm down across Sara’s butt and her moan jumped in pitch. I stared at them, intoxicated by their actions. In the back of my mind I was trying to comprehend how this man could be here in my home, fucking this gorgeous young girl not even half his age, when movement out of the corner of my eye pulled me back a step into the shadows.

From the kitchen stepped a girl, her naked body no older than Sara’s. My hand reached for the window ledge to steady myself. She carried two classes of wine, one of which she handed to the man. His hips came to rest against Sara’s ass as he accepted the drink and she took the opportunity to pull herself free from his cock and turned, sitting her bottom on the edge of the tub. As she lay back onto a towel the young girl placed a foot on either side of Sara’s head and lowered herself down until Sara’s tongue penetrated her open cunt.

He took a deep gulp from his glass then handed it to the young girl who sipped at hers, her red lips teasing the fragile rim. He pulled Sara’s spread legs around him and I watched as his long, thick cock disappeared into her cunt. The girl held the glasses down at her side steadying herself as she ground her hips down onto Sara’s hungry mouth and leaned forward kissing the man. He took slow steady strokes with his cock nestled between Sara’s thighs while his hands explored the young girl’s body.

Where Sara was tall with a curvy, voluptuous frame, this girl was petite with a slender, lithe body. Her dark hair looked almost black in the dim light of the room and stood in stark contrast to Sara’s golden mane. The mound that rose from her dripping gash where Sara’s tongue danced and darted, was hairless and glistened with a combination of her own juices and Sara kisses.

She set the glasses off to the side after draining the last of her wine in one lusty gulp, and carefully repositioned herself over Sara’s face so that she was on all fours with her ass facing the man. He took this as his cue and reached forward massaging her round cheeks as Sara’s lips sucked at her juicy slit. His cock pumped in and out of Sara’s pussy and he pressed his thumb to the small hole of the young girl’s ass making her gasp as it opened to accept his penetration.

As I pulled my cock from my pants, my throat was dry and I looked around me remembering where I was. The neighbors house was dark and I was hidden safely in the shadows. My hard-on responded to my touch like a drowning man breaking through the surface and taking in a breath of air. My fist moved furiously over the nerves in my prick and I turned my attention back to the window.

His thumb was buried to the base in her small ass and she writhed and bucked over Sara’s face. Then he slipped free of her tight hole and pulled her hips back toward him, bringing her even with Sara’s body. The two girls kissed passionately, the young girl licking her juices from Sara’s lips and chin. Her small, firm breasts rubbed against Sara’s large, full tits and their hands roamed each other’s bodies caressing, pinching and scratching. Sara’s hands moved down and squeezed and separated the young girl’s round cheeks and I saw him pull his cock from Sara and slip it into her swollen pussy.

For several minutes he fucked both girls, moving from one hole to the other until his cock was dripping with both their cum. Then he pressed the swollen head of his cock to the tiny diamond between the young girl’s firm globes. My eyes widened as the hole grew and surrounded first the purple head then the long, thick pole of flesh. The young girl bore down into Sara’s inviting arms and her cries were swallowed up in Sara’s open mouth. A bead of saliva fell from his lips to were his flesh joined her body and he slowly fucked his cock in and out of her ass.

Cum burst from my cock and spilled over my fist as I watched the three bodies grinding together. His pace was faster and his strokes were deeper. Her voice cracked as he pulled her body back against him and he sat back on the rim of the tub. Sara climbed up between their spread thighs locking her mouth to the young girl’s empty cunt as his cock pistoned in and out of her ass from beneath. The girl collapsed back against him as the air ripped through his lungs and his cock sprang free from her tight grip spraying cum across Sara’s open lips and tongue.

I crawled back into my car, my legs like rubber. Over an hour had passed and I rushed back to the wedding trying to think of an excuse to tell my wife, but my head was a mess and filled with scenes I could only imagine were still taking place in our house. Luckily, a few drinks had not only cured Emma of her migraine but had played with her sense of time and my excuses were unnecessary. I trudged through the rest of the evening anxious to return home and see what I would find when I looked into Sara’s eyes.

Her ample chest was held by a thin, almost see-through strapless pink tank top. Her long elegant legs were exposed under a blue, stretchy miniskirt that rode up her thighs every step she took. She was glad the air wasn’t cold or she’d be facing a severe cold by the time she reached the apartment she called home.

She heard those footsteps again behind her and this time she turned to survey the area behind her. She turned back but put her hand in her small black purse, clutching the small can of mace in her right hand. All the TV stations were talking about the new story, The Gentleman Rapist. She had to be careful.

She was five minutes from home when she felt a hand on her mouth and an arm around her waist. Before she could so much as scream, she was lifted off her feet and was staring at a cold, blank wall. She was starting to fight back when the tip of a blade touched the skin on her throat. She heard a soft voice in her left ear.

“I would advise you not to scream.”

Her eyes widened. She prayed this was just a mugging and nothing else. Stupid her! She had lived in L.A. all of her twenty-three years and was still dumb enough not to buy a gun! She nodded hastily. The hand covering her mouth was removed.

“Good. We understand each other.” The blade stayed where it was though. “I am going to do something that might be unpleasant. Try not to make noise.”

Sasha felt the arm let go of her but her fears were soon confirmed when a cold hand touched her knee. She felt a shiver run through her spine.

“Oh dear, did I do that? Here, let me take care of that.”

The hand was removed and she heard leather being stretched and a bare hand touched her at the same spot. It slowly made its way up her leg. She was about to cry when it touched her panties. The hand didn’t move. She heard the voice again.

“What colour are they?”

“Blue,” she whispered.

“Ah, a fine choice. My favourite colour.”

The fingers tugged at her underwear and she felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. Her panties were down to her knees when she heard the voice again.

“Now, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will hurt you only if I have to.”

She silently complied and felt silk slid across her face and over her eyes. A knot was tied behind her head. A hand grasped her long raven hair and gently tugged them out of the knot. She knew the blindfold was a joke the second she opened her eyes. She could still see the wall through the thin material. Obviously, it was only to play with her.

The blade left her neck and descended to her kidney. A sharp prick made her gasp suddenly. He was telling her he could still kill her even if his position had changed. Her panties resumed their course along her shaved legs until they touched the pavement. The rapist lifted her legs one by one and stood up again. She heard him inhale slowly.

“Aaaah. Such sweet scent. Tell me, are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she squeaked. She had extracted the mace from her purse and was hiding it with her body. She heard a chuckle behind her and the blade returned to her throat.

“You should be if you’re seriously thinking about using that weapon, Miss.” She mentally gasped. Of course, he had seen the can, how stupider could she get? “I assure you there is no need to resort to violence. I am not one of those rapists, I am a gentleman.”

Sasha’s eyes widened more as she recalled what she had read about him. The Gentleman Rapist! At least, she would make it alive. She was still thinking as a hand slowly hiked her mini up her thighs. The Gentleman had a very particular Modus Operandi. He never killed his victims, was polite, tried to minimise any injury his victims could have and always (ALWAYS) made his prey come before him. The girls interviewed had said that he was gentle and always asked if he wasn’t hurting them or if they wanted him to wear a condom or something like that.

He was a strange dude. The few analyst that were on talk shows suggested that he stalked the city only for fun and that he was probably a well respected member of the society. He also never raped virgins. He had a count of twelve victims till now, with two more girls he had spared. As soon as he found out they were virgins, he apologised profusely and knocked them out using chloroform. He then carried them home and deposited them on their front door after calling the police.

Sasha was brought back to earth when a warm finger slowly touched her inner thigh. It slowly traced the outline of her lips. She suppressed a moan. Could it be that this rapist was seducing her instead of getting it on? She tried to block these thoughts from her head but it was hard with a finger playing with her, tantalisingly close to her entrance. It suddenly left its spot, making Sasha feel a pang of disappointment, immediately followed by guilt. She couldn’t be liking this could she?

“Could you put your arms behind your back, dear? I need to fix something.”

She complied, partly due to fear, partly due to excitement. She felt cold metal touch her wrists and a sharp click sounded. Handcuffs. She was trapped. With her arms around her back, The Gentleman as he called himself, could do whatever he wanted to her. The blade left her neck and was dropped on a wooden box nearby. The rapist leaned on her and smelled her shiny hair. He let out a contended moan and whispered something like vanilla. It was probably vanilla, for she had washed her hair with scented soap.

“Now, to business. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”

Sasha felt two hands on her thighs. The fingers slid to her pussy and started circling its lips. She shuddered as one finger grazed her opening. This guy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, what felt like two fingers plunged inside her. There was no resistance at all. The foreplay had aroused her just enough to wet her insides. She gasped silently. She was wondering why he hadn’t gagged her.

The fingers gently rubbed her walls. She could barely resist. Then she felt his warm breath on her legs. He’s gonna eat me! He did indeed eat her, lapping her pussy with his tongue opening her wider with his fingers. He delicately swirled his tongue around her flesh, rubbing her clit with his fingers, doing it with such expertise that she could no longer stop herself. She silently moaned as he rubbed her clit once again.

“Aha! Did I just hear you moan, girl? I’m glad you like that.”

He continued his thing for some time. Sasha couldn’t resist any further. She started moaning every time he lapped her cunny. Her body was betraying her as she felt a familiar sensation well up between her legs. She gasped, more loudly this time, as her orgasm overcame her. Her head was slightly bent backwards as she shuddered with forbidden release.

He didn’t miss a beat and steadily drank her fluids as it escaped her body, leaving a small trail down her legs. He affectionately patted her inner thighs and stood up. Sasha couldn’t see what he was doing form her position but somehow she could just picture him wiping his mouth with a hanky.

“Aaaah, that was refreshing. Nothing like some liquid to quench your thirst, wouldn’t you say? Now, did you enjoy that?”

She wouldn’t answer him this time. She felt a finger plop into her pussy suddenly and the voice was in her left ear again. Her hands were pressing into his stomach from behind. The finger was joined by his friend and, together, they danced a dance of pleasure and arousal as the voice spoke to her again.

“I’m sure you liked it. You can deny it but your body cannot lie.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Can you feel them?” they twisted around, trying to find her G-spot. “Can you say you really don’t like it?” the fingers found what they were looking for. “Can you say you want to come so badly you’ll do anything?” They were stimulating her, bringing her to the threshold of another orgasm. She wouldn’t last long, he was too good.

Sasha threw her head back as he pinched her clit with his other hand. Her mouth was open as a series of ragged moans emanated from her. The rapist’s shoulder was holding her head while his fingers continued their passionate dance. Her juices flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and part of her black Nikes. The fingers retreated and smeared some of her own secretions on her upper lip, under her nose. The scent was intoxicating.

“You cannot reasonably tell me this doesn’t excite you, can you?”

His fingers slowly smeared her juices on her lips, parting them slightly to spread some on her teeth. Sasha couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips, tasting herself and loving it. That guy knew which buttons to press.

His hands crept under her top and gave her chest a small squeeze. Her nipples hardened under the attention, a fact not lost to him. He pinched and massaged them with his fingers, tracing their outline under the pink material. She was getting warm all over. Her breathing was now ragged and noisy. The rapist knew she was enjoying it. He covered her breasts with his hands and slowly applied pressure. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure invade her synapses.

The hands drifted down to her love bud again. She heard a zipper open and some rustling behind her. Here it comes. He must have stepped out of his pants because she heard a belt as it fell to the pavement. The alley into which he had dragged her was dark and out of the way, perfect for his purposes. He stroked her hair almost passionately and kissed it gently. His hands settled on her hips.

“I must admit I am a bit lacking in this department, so you’ll excuse me if I’m not quite what you expect. I’m only just a modest eight inches.”

Sasha gasped as the head touched her lips. He rubbed it vertically along the slit, teasing her. Was he really a rapist? The cock slowly entered her, parting her lips and penetrating her easily. Foreplay really did wet things up. It slid in and out, making her moan. She tilted her head back so that it was once again resting on his shoulder. His right hand moved down to her clit.

He started rubbing it gently, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His remaining hand traveled to her c-cup and cupped one of her glorious mounds. She couldn’t resist anymore, she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. She heard a low chuckle behind her but it didn’t stop the great feeling between her legs.

He alternated between fast and hard strokes and incredibly gentle shallow ones. He was thrusting his finger in when his dick was going out. She was content to let herself fall into his embrace. He was by far the best shag she had ever had. Nothing like those guys who only thought about their dicks and their hairy balls. These just went in and got out faster that you can say “ejaculation”.

She felt another orgasm come close as he continued his intricate game. He somehow sensed this or was it just her increased breathing and body language that told him that? She could only tell that release was near.

It came with no warning. She threw her head back brutally into his right shoulder and ground her self into his loins as her secretions flooded her nether regions and exploded outwards, covering his prick and her legs. He didn’t slow down though, if anything he accelerated. She heard his balls slap against her ass as she cummed continuously.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled and popped his fingers inside her and brought them to her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, tasting that wonderful thing. He then placed his two hands on her hips and started pumping. He thrust harder and faster each time until he was slamming himself into her. She couldn’t quite breathe, making half-choked gasps every time he entered her.

She almost screamed by the time he pressed his loins inside her, pushing his seed into her womb. She felt each squirt hit the walls inside her. His spunk was warm and felt so right inside her. For a while, she had forgotten this was a rape. He sighed and withdrew, leaving the mixture of their secretions dribble to the cold pavement.

“You know, this is by far the best sex I have had in a while. I didn’t know it would be so enjoyable.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“What’s your name by the way?”

She was surprised that he had asked that. “Sasha.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Perhaps we should meet again, Sasha.”

She was thinking the same thing. She heard the handcuffs unsnap and suddenly her hands were free. She was whirled around until she was facing her tormentor. He was wearing a silly black mask over his eyes, but this, combined with the shadows from the alley, made him unrecognisable.

She was breathing more heavily now. What did he have in mind? He was naked, having taken his shirt off during the act. He was smiling. She began to feel a pang of fear. Maybe he was going to kill her. She was surprised when he put her arms around his waist and cuffed them behind his back. They were now pressed closely together. Her hands could move anywhere along his back up to his shoulders. She felt something nudge her on the leg. She looked down to see his glorious erection. It was about eight inches long, as he had told her.

He slid her mini up and slipped inside her with a wet sound. She gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth started to kiss her neck. His arms were on her hips. He stayed embedded inside her and concentrated on her neck. His tongue slowly licked her neck and moved to her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, tongue-wrestling him. He knew his stuff.

Her mouth was getting all the attention that, minutes ago, her pussy was getting. He played with her hair and kissed her deeply before pulling back. He slid his hands on her thighs and lifted them until she was in a seated position and her back was pressed against the wall. He started to hump her. It was slow at first but he quickly fastened his pace.

Sasha squeezed her legs shut around his waist as he pummeled her, hurting her a bit when her lower back hit the brick wall. She was moaning like crazy now, her voice driving her to this state of extreme arousal. Her nails – which were not particularly long – were digging holes in his bare back.

He let go of her left leg and instead, raised her top off her breasts. She tightened her hold on his waist so that her leg was still tightly coiled around him. He started to slow his pace and fondle her chest. She moaned as he pinched her left nipple, sending a sting of pain to her nerves. He roughly squeezed and twisted it until she almost cried. Then he let it go and latched onto the fleshy mound and started to suckle it. She dug her nails deeper into his back until she felt a wetness that could only be blood.

His strokes were now deep and slow, crashing her back into the wall every time he penetrated her. He alternated between her left and right breasts, using his hand on the one he wasn’t suckling. She felt the now familiar feeling stir between her legs. She tried to halt its relentless march but failed miserably. She screamed into the warm night, a scream that was quickly muffled by his tongue. She desperately sucked on it as she came like a hose, spraying her legs and his genitals with her love juice.

He let go of her chest and placed his hands on her hips again. Her legs were now hanging almost limp in his embrace. She was still recovering from the steaming orgasm that had left her ears buzzing and her heart pounding. He thrust his whole length inside her now. He started slow then hastened and slammed in and out of her pussy, until she was moaning again. He lasted an eternity it seemed and as he crashed into her, Sasha vaguely remembered that she wasn’t on the pill.

It seemed pretty silly to have that thought right now. The Gentleman emptied his balls into her open cunt with one final thrust and ground himself into her. She felt his dick spasm as jets of sperm hit her walls. She felt him slacken and he put his forehead on her left shoulder.

“That certainly was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same as I do.”

She could not answer, the fire inside her body still raging. He took off the cuffs and turned her around, once again pinning her arms behind her back. She did not protest. She heard him pick up something, probably a cloth to clean himself. Her body slumped against the wall, trying vainly to stay upright.

Sasha felt the liquid slowly leaking out of her and crawling down her legs. Labored breathing echoed in the dark alley behind her, matching her own. A wooden crate creaked; The Gentleman was recuperating too. Her eyes sought out something to sit on in the dim light. An upturned bucket. She mentally shrugged. It was better than nothing.

She studied her surroundings while the blood roaring in her brain subsided. Her attacker – lover? – was looking at her with expressionless eyes. She shuddered, thinking of the stories she had grown up with: women killed after being raped, serial rapists who liked to take a souvenir, countless unsolved murders… Why was he different?

She forgot her probing when he suddenly got up. He smiled reassuringly as he strode to her and lifted her to her feet, holding her right armpit. There was a large crate further down the alley. He pushed her towards it, deeper in the shadows. Her pressed her head on the cold surface of the wood, bending her like a doll, so that her ass was sticking out towards him. He was going to do it again.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he entered her once again. This time, he was slowly moving in and out of her, with not a care in the world. There was a sharp intake of air each time he filled her. He would let himself sink inside her quickly, slip out excruciatingly slowly then repeat the procedure. In the middle of the act, he caught a fistful of her black hair and gave it a small tug. She raised her head slightly, mouth ajar, moans coming out at regular intervals.

She was surprised when he stuffed a damp cloth inside her mouth. Her muffled cry of surprise was quickly replaced by a moan as he slammed her once before resuming his slow penetration. Her tongue tasted her juices. It was her panties! She forgot to struggle when one of his fingers wormed itself into her puckered hole, twisting and writhing like a live snake.

She gasped through the cloth as he worked her hole almost roughly at times. She almost lost her self in the ecstasy when he pulled both his finger and his dick out of her. She was surprised to feel trepidation. The man had given her so much pleasure she could only wish for more. She almost screamed with horror when she felt his dickhead push into her asshole.

She felt a tingle at first. The tingle became a major discomfort as he pushed further inside. The discomfort turned to pain; the pain turned to agony before his entire shaft was plunged into her tight puckered hole. She numbly realized she was screaming uselessly while her anal ring convulsed around the intruder. The panties muffled the shouts to a bare whisper, hearable only in the alley.

She cried bitter tears of pain, humiliation and shame as the grip on her hair tightened. A sharp tug brought her head up with a muffled cry. She felt the invader stir; it moved slowly at first, quickly picking up speed. Each thrust seemed to rip a layer of her skin. A deep, almost evil laughter echoed in the dark alley as she was raped by this “gentleman”…

He roughly slapped her ass, squeezing each cheek alternately, all the while tugging at her raven hair. His movements rivaled those he had made earlier, slamming her ass roughly. She screamed continuously in her panties as each thrust seemed to pierce her skin. She felt she would throw up or worst. It came as a very surprising… surprise that after a while, she felt a small pang of pleasure.

The pang quickly became a sharp jab. She felt it every time the cock slid home. She stopped crying, stopped struggling as he fucked her like a toy. She unconsciously pushed her ass towards his hips. He laughed and pulled her hair tighter. He suddenly increased his rhythm to a frantic pace, once again ripping muffled screams out of her before emptying his bowels in her ass.

Her ass felt strangely hollow as he exited her puckered hole. She heard a small zap behind her. She turned her head to look. He was holding a stun stick, the kind used in jails to keep inmates docile. Her eyes widened visibly with fear as he approached her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for my safety.” He put the stick down beside her face and leaned towards her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry about the last part, but if I didn’t, it would hardly be called a rape. Don’t try to contact the police, I’ll take the necessary precautions to erase every physical proof on your body.”

She didn’t protest as the scent of chloroform filled her nose.

 

She woke up in her bed, covered in blankets, naked. Her clothes had been pilled in a corner of her room. There was a small piece of paper on her night table. It read “Remember”. Her sore ass was a good souvenir if she forgot the note. She painfully rose and went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and wept as she felt the skin around her asshole.

 

Three days later, the newspapers all had a new heading: “The Gentle man Strikes Again! Where Is The Police?” Sasha read the article wordlessly and drank her morning coffee. She finished it and went inside. Her thin robe protected her from the slight chill in the air. She thought she heard a sound behind her. A sudden prick at her neck made her inhale sharply.

“Miss me?”

She knew this voice! Three nights ago, in that dark alley! He had come back for more…

She swallowed. “Yes…”

Suganya demanded him to fuck her harder and he duly obliged, grabbing her right thigh for leverage and pushing his cock deep into her soaked cunt aggressively. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! OHHHHH!” shouted Suganya as she got the shag of her life.

Dom groped her breasts, and the lusty couple switched positions to have Suganya’s legs over his shoulders. He gave her several hard thrusts kissing her legs, as she continued to moan in ecstasy.

Dom leant down again to work on her neck and shoulders as his motioning hit her beautiful arse.

The room developed a musky aroma from the frenzied love making as he picked up Suganya and grabbing her tight arse, started fucking the beauty against the wall.

She groaned loudly as his eight inches of man meat entered her. “Stop! STOP! You’re pushing too hard, uh UH!” she begged. Dom ignored her pleas as he continued to fulfil his fantasies.

He grabbed her arse harder and Suganya held on tight as she continued to get mercilessly pounded by the young stud.

Anyway the night of our meal came around quick and when we were ready (after hours of watching them decide what to ware) we ordered a cab and set off.  We actually arrived for out meal half an hour earlier so decided to have a few drinks while we waited leanne looked really greatful as i bought her her 3rd double vodka and redbull and looked me in the eyes rested her arm on mine and said thank "you big bro" i gotta be honest i have thought about her in a sexual way before but until she looked at me like that i always just saw her as katies little sister.  My cock was hard as a rock after an hour of sitting across the table staring at leanne.  Expecially when she droped her napkin and bent down to pick it up,  she caught the table corner on way back up and it pulled her top down i clearly got sight of her nipple before she casually pulled her top up again and smiled at me.

we went to the bar side again after our meal for a load more drinks and then onto a club!  Katie saw a couple of old friends and was stood talking to them for a while in there but i didnt mind as i got to dance with leanne,   As we were dancing i was holding her hips and she was grinding her crotch on mine she must of felt my hard on thinking about it that may of been the reason she was doing it.  I looked at Katie and asked her to take over while i went to the toilet so she danced with her sister.

As i returned from the toilet(which was hard to pee with a hard on) i saw the most erotic thing i ever had there hands were all over each others back down to there bums the back of the head looking into each others eyes i could clearly tell kate was horny i have seen that look a million times but i waited at the side of the dancefloor to see if anything else happened.  Nothing did and they slowly walked back over to me  i saw they never had a drink and a felt it was my duty to get them a large one! 

They were both looking a bit worse for ware so i offered to get them a taxi which i promptly ordered,  The way home me and kate sat in back and leanne in front.  I needed to sit with her i had a boner so hard i needed her to do something about it.  kate leaned forward and unzipped me releasing my cock god it needed to be free but it wasnt for long no sooner was it out it was in her mouth which obviously felt tonnes better!  i rested my head back and enjoyed her lips working my cock and her free hand massaging my sack and stroking my ass.  Looking at the roof of the taxi i glanced down to make sure leanne or worse the taxi driver were not aware and i saw leanne with her pocket mirror out pretending to adjust her make up staring right at me with the biggest smile on her face no sooner did i see her than i felt my sack tighten and my spunk erupted in the back of katies throat,  i dont think leanne knew what was happening before i moaned and bit my lip to try and keep quiet but she move her mirror down and she saw her sister with a mouthful of my cock and spunk running down her chin she span round looking right at me with her mouth open looking shocked and then looking at her sister she spanked her ass and told her she was a naughty girl,  she was like.  The taxe driver was aware and laughed at leanne he told her that happened all the time! 

We all got back to mine and kates flat (appartment!) in the early hours and it looked like leanne was ready for bed as she just crashed out on the sofa me and kate went to bed as soon as i was in the room she jumped me sticking her tongue in my mouth i could still taste my cum on her as she pushed me back onto the bend and again proceeded to suck my cock,  i was moaning and groaning and i accidently moaned out leannes name

"its ok babe u can fantasize about fucking my little sister i know shes sexy,"  she said to me and i nearly shot in her mouth again before removing it from her mouth i wanted more

"i wanna do more than fantasize about her babe," i said

"well shes out there and looks unconsious to me," i nearly cum without touching myself then! 

We both went to the sofa as quietly as we could and surely enough she was there snorring on her back i looked at kate and motioned towards leannes tits to make sure this was definatly ok with her,  she nodded so i slowly lifted her little flimsy top up till it exposed all of her tits and looked at kate again

"go on u suck them while i suck u,"  mmmm i couldnt refuse as i bent over and sucked on her nipples while her sister sucked me i was in xtc again!  i pulled kate by the hair up to me and whispered

"u suck them," I watched again as she didnt argue just bent over and took her sisters nipple in her mouth i lifted her skirt up i wanted to taste her pussy but she was in the wrong position i couldnt get there withour waking her so i lifter kates skirt  and ripped her knickers off before forcing my cock up her nicely trimmed tight pussy.  i fucked kate for about 5 minutes before leanne moved in her sleep into a position i could get to her pussy,  but i was fucking a nice pussy so i told kate to finger her

"play with her clit babe,"  i said to her

"i cant im sure it will wake her up,"

"well taste it kate i wanna see u lick out your little sister,"

"so do i,  i have been dying to cum all night!" leanne said looking into her sister eyes and immediatly kate shook and screamed as her orgasm took her by surprise

realising she was awake all the time i took kates hair and pushed her down into leannes mound she took to it striaght away looking like she loved it as im sure she did.  leanne looked at me for the 1st time since we started and said

"hi big bro, hope u saved some from the taxi for me?"

"of course sis im gonna cum soon do u want this load?"

"no next one please cum inside my sister

I looked at kate again she looked up with leannes pussy juice all over her face i told leanne to lick it off so she sat up  and proceeded to lick kates face all over her mouth her cheeks he chin all over she was covered in it,  she then stood up and cam behind me i was in doggy posision and she laid on her back with her head under us i started to lick kates pussy then my cock as it came out she would occasionally move back down to suck on my balls then she stuck her tongue up my ass

"yeah do that im gonna cum!!!!"  i groaned as i realeased my cum up kates pussy as leannes tongue was up my ass best cum ever.

I removed my cock and leanne told kate to stay in that posision as she got in doggy behind her offering me her ass as she licked kates ass and the cum from her pussy too,  immediatly i plunged into leannes pussy before she stoped me and removed my cock she looked at me and frowned then replaced my cock at the entrance to her ass

"fuck me in my nasty ass please bro?"

i love nasty talk so i smiled and said

"thats what bros are for sis,"

i entered her ass and she screamed in pain

"aahhhhh yeah harder bro fucking shag me harder!!"

i started to pound into her hard as i could as she started to spank her sis

"yeah i love my sisters pussy!"

smack she spanks her again

"god sis i love bros cock up my ass its fucking soooo nice!"

she cocked her leg up as she was on all fours and i reached under and played with her clit,  Kate started to shake again and came all over her sisters mouth,  it was soon leannes turn and she started to buck and writhe about

"yeah god bro fuck me fuck me fuck my ass FUCK ME HARDER!!!! IM CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!"

now its my turn!

Katie comes over and starts to kiss me deep Leanne pulls off me and  kneels facing me

"i want your cum,"

sure i say as kate stops kissing me and goes round back and kneels herself down puts her tongue up my ass again while leanne puts my cock deep in her throat and gives me the best blowjob of my life coupled with katie giving me deep rimjob im there in seconds

i explode in leannes mouth with more venom than ever before!  she kisses kate before swallowing the lot then turns to me smiling as she comes over kissing me again and says

"if kate lets u do me again ill do anything to either of u anytime or anywhere u want,"

with that i was ready to go again! just hope Kate lets me 

We soon found out that each was married, but that didn’t stop us from chatting, after all, we were just friends, right?

At first we were just friends, but that started to change very quickly.

I had sent Victoria one of my stories that I had written, forgetting completely to check if there were any nude pictures of myself in the story.

I had two sets of stories on my computer, one with pictures and one without pictures.

As it’d turned out, I’d sent the one with pictures to Victoria by mistake.

Not that she complained at all.

In fact, Victoria seemed quite taken with my picture.

A few days went by, and our fascination with each other grew quickly.

I wanted to see much more of this wonderful lady that I’d met online.

It soon became quite clear that Victoria too, wanted to meet with me.

After a couple of weeks of chatting online, Victoria admitted that she was slowing falling in love with me.

I too had to admit that I was falling for this lovely lady as well.

Because of her job, Victoria moved around the country a lot and was coming up my way in a few months time.

I was very excited by the news, even though it wouldn’t be for some time yet, the mere fact that I was going to meet this very beautiful young lady, sent shivers right through my body.

Victoria had agreed to send me a couple of nude pictures of her self and I could barely wait to see them.

As we chatted online, we found to our amazement, that we had a hell of a lot in common with each other.

It was really turning out to be a pleasure talking with Victoria.

She soon became the highlight of my day and evening.

I never gave up the chance to see her when we were both online together.

Because we were both married, we both had to watch out for our spouse, otherwise, they’d catch us chatting and then there’d be hell to pay.

We both had a couple of close calls, but managed to keep things hidden from our partners.

Even in bed with my wife, my mind was filled with our latest conversations online.

No one had ever turned me on so much as she was able to do just by chatting.

While she was indeed very beautiful, it was not just her beauty that turned me on, no, it was much more than that.

It was as though she needed someone to tell her that she was still very much a beautiful woman, a desirable woman.

Of course I had no trouble telling her that, because to be quite frank, she was one of the most desirable women, I’d ever met in my life.

But to my keen senses, I knew that deep down, something was troubling her deeply.

It took a couple of weeks before Victoria told me what was troubling her.

It seems that her husband was Bi-sexual.

Victoria then described how she felt when she found out about it.

Victoria had found out only 9 months ago that he was Bi-sexual and it’d nearly floored her.

How could she have not known about his Bi-sexuality ages ago!

Victoria had always thought of herself as a smart enough woman fairly wise to the ways of men, but this threw her completely.

Then, she started to think about giving him a headjob and she wondered where his cock had been before he came home.

Now she knew why he liked anal so much.

Victoria too, loved anal, but was disgusted with the thought of his cock in a guys arse before coming home to have anal with her.

She’d washed herself that night in the shower but could not for the life of her, wash away the hurt and disgust that she felt inside her.

Victoria then told me that she never gave him a headjob after that and made him wear a condom whenever she had to give him sex.

But for nine painful months, she kept her secret to herself, apart from one other person, too ashamed to confide in anyone else she knew.

The one person, she did confide in was her elderly next door neighbor, Elsie, whom she loved as a mother.

Victoria told me that she had even shown a couple of nude pictures of my erection that I’d sent her to Elsie and that Elsie had told her to dump her husband and marry me.

I didn’t mind in the least as I’d given nude shots of myself to many women in the past.

Victoria said that once her shameful secret was known to me, she’d felt better getting it off her chest.

I told Victoria that on no account was she to blame herself for what’d happened; it wasn’t her fault that he was Bi-sexual.

I did fully understand where she’d been coming from, not that it’d happened to me, but from the fact of finding out my 2^nd wife had been playing around on me with another guy.

It wasn’t as bad as what’d happened to Victoria of course, but the hurt and the mistrust and betrayal would have been the same reaction.

It’d only made me want to take Victoria in my arms and hold her safe against anyone or anything that could ever hurt her again.

I too, had been hurt in the past, and didn’t want Victoria to have to go through any more hurt.

As I walked towards the room Victoria had booked for our first meeting, I again had faint stirrings of worry about what she’d think of the real me.

Until this moment, all she’d ever seen were pictures of me, now she’d be meeting the real me.

At the back of my mind, I did wonder if she would be even slightly disappointed in what she saw when she opened the door.

I had brought this to Victoria’s attention before today, and she’d been a little cross with me for even thinking it.

But, it was human nature to wonder if you were ever good enough for the woman you’d fallen for.

Knowing that there was only one way of finding out, I knocked on the door.

It opened almost instantly.

It was as though Victoria had been standing on the other side of the door waiting for me to knock.

There before me, stood a woman even more beautiful than her picture had lead me to believe.

I stood there for a few seconds, drinking in her beauty.

Victoria stood there on the other side of the doorway waiting for me to say or do something.

I broke myself from the spell she’d thrown over me and grinned.

Still without a word being spoken, I stepped over the doorway and into the arms of one of the most beautiful ladies I’d ever met.

Victoria hugged me as tightly as I hugged her.

I couldn’t believe that at long last, I now held that sweet and lovely woman in my arms.

I could feel her body heat mixing with mine as we hugged, and I felt my cock start to respond. It was as though my cock knew what was in store for it.

I surely did.

Still holding each other, we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“Hi there” I told her, grinning like a school kid.

“Hi there yourself my lovely man.” Victoria replied with a smile that seemed to come from heaven.

I leaned forward and felt the warmth of her breath as our mouths drew nearer and felt my lips press against hers.

I’d dreamt of this minute for months now and finally, the moment had arrived.

I felt Victoria’s mouth part slowly and she allowed my tongue to enter its wetness and warmth.

As ours tongues danced the dance of love inside each other’s mouths, I couldn’t resist copping a feel of her arse.

Using both hands, I at first lightly traced the smooth outline of her cheeks, and then I gripped her firmly by the cheeks and pulled her crotch against my own.

God how I wanted this woman, in more ways than one.

Her nipples were pressing against my shirt and I couldn’t wait to feel them naked against my own flesh.

Victoria slowly withdrew from our embrace.

“I think we’d better close the door, or we’ll finish up giving the neighbors a free show.” She said with a smile, going around me and closing the door.

She then stepped back into my waiting arms before saying, “God, Brian. You don’t know how I’ve longed for this day to arrive.”

“I think that I have an idea, Victoria.” I replied gently kissing her on the lips once more.

Again, we kissed tenderly and passionately, our tongues darting and withdrawing inside each other’s mouths.

Again, I let my hands wander across Victoria’s very cute backside as we kissed.

I lightly ran the finger’s of my right hand down the groove between her cheeks, knowing that in a very short space of time, I’d be enjoying the delights of her body and much more.

I felt Victoria’s entire body slightly shiver in response to my touching her backside through her dress.

I loved the response I was getting from this beautiful woman.

Gone were the fleeting thoughts of was I good enough for her or not.

I knew for a fact that I was more than good enough for her.

In fact we seemed so right together, that we had both thought aloud at different times, that we were in fact soul mates.

“Shall we have a drink, Brian?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes please.” I replied with a smile of my own.

Victoria poured two drinks and we sat on the lounge exchanging small talk while we had our drinks.

I looked at this beautiful woman that I’d met purely by accident online and again wondered how come I’d been so lucky.

I would not have dreamt in a million years of being with someone that was this beautiful and smart to boot.

“Well Brian, where’s this shower you promised me.” Victoria asked smiling as she sat her glass down on the coffee table in front of us.

“Oh, I’m dam sure we can soon find it, Victoria.” I replied with a smile of my own, sitting my own glass down beside hers.

We stood and I held out my hand for her to take.

We soon found the shower and I stood there looking at her for a second or two, knowing that at long last, I was about to finally see Victoria fully naked.

“Here, Let me.” Victoria said as I started to undo my shirt.

I removed my fingers from the buttons and allowed Victoria to undo my shirt for me.

She hung the shirt on the door knob and then she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and took hold of my belt.

As she undid my belt, Victoria looked up at me with a smile.

I looked deep into her eyes and saw love staring back at me.

I’d been scared to show true love to a woman ever since I’d been badly hurt in the love game, but with Victoria, I didn’t feel the need to be frightened of her.

I knew that she wouldn’t desert me for another man like my 2^nd wife had done.

I reached down with my hand and lightly stroked her on the side of the face.

Victoria turned her face towards my hand and kissed it.

Then, she got back to the job in hand.

She slowly undid the zipper on my trousers and allowed my pants to fall at my feet.

I stepped out of them and stood there in just my underpants.

Then she gripped my underpants and slowly lowered them to my feet also.

Again, I stepped out of them and now stood totally naked in front of Victoria.

Victoria said “What’s this?” as she reached forward and took hold of my semi-erect cock.

“Now that is what I’ve been waiting to see for a long time.” She said with a laugh.

I grinned as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

“I bet it tastes as good as it looks.” Victoria said with a smile, before leaning forward and placing her lips around the head of my cock.

The warmth of her mouth closed around the top part of my cock and then, slowly, she began to push her mouth further and further along its thickening length.

Not too many women were able to take its full length inside their mouths, but Victoria didn’t seem to have much trouble doing so.

I felt her nose touch my pubes as she continued to suck me off.

I knew that I wasn’t going to last long inside that warm, moist mouth of hers and while I would of liked to have lasted longer, also knew that the 2^nd time round, I would last much longer.

I knew also from our chats that Victoria was not one of these women who hated sperm inside their mouths.

I’d not met too many women in my travels who also didn’t mind swallowing sperm.

I was pleased that Victoria was one who didn’t mind swallowing.

My own wife would not take my sperm inside her mouth, let alone swallow it.

I felt Victoria’s fingers lightly begin to tease my balls as she fucked her mouth along my cock.

Then she reached a little further under my balls and I felt her begin to tease my anus.

Again, not too many women liked playing with a guy’s anus.

Slowly and carefully so’s not to cause me any discomfit, Victoria began to push her fingertip just inside my anus.

That was more than enough along with her hot, wet mouth fucking my cock to send me over the edge.

I felt my hot sperm start to empty into Victoria’s mouth.

“Mmmm” Victoria mumbled around the shaft of my cock, as she sucked every last drop of my cum inside her mouth.

My cock softened inside her mouth and Victoria removed her finger from my anus and

removed her mouth from my cock.

“Now that was nice.” Victoria said with a grin.

“Sure was darl.” I replied with a big grin on my face.

Victoria then stood back up and I knew it was my turn to give this beautiful woman pleasure with my mouth.

I picked up my trousers and underpants and hung them along with my shirt.

It wouldn’t do to have them too messed up as I had to meet my wife afterwards.

I’d arranged it this way, so that she wouldn’t be suss about me being dressed up in my good clothes and with wet hair.

She’d just think that I’d not long got out of the shower to meet with her.

Which would be true, except that I was going to be hopping out of the shower with Victoria first.

I kissed Victoria on the lips tenderly at first, then with increasing passion.

Our tongues joined forces inside her mouth as we hugged tightly to one another.

I felt the faint stirrings of another erection coming, but wanted to pleasure Victoria with my mouth first.

We kissed for a few minutes before I slowly pulled away from her lips.

Then I turned her with my hands so that she was now standing with her back to me.

I reached up with my fingers and took hold of the zipper at the top of her dress.

As I lowered the zipper, I saw the straps of her bra come into view along with smooth bare flesh.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the back.

Then,          I helped Victoria from her dress and she stood before me in just her bra and panties, which I saw with pleasure was a G-string.

I reached up and undid her bra strap, allowing her beautiful breasts to escape into the fresh air.

Then, Victoria turned herself towards me, allowing me to view her lovely breasts for the very first time.

I reached forward with my fingertips and ran them over her twin globes.

I wanted them in my mouth so badly, but first I wanted to see this lovely lady totally naked.

I then sank to my knees in front of her, the same as she’d done to me.

Hooking my fingers either side of her G-string, I slowly lowered them to her feet.

Victoria stepped out of them and now I had a totally unrestrained view of her body.

I stared at her nakedness in pleasure; I felt like a kid in a candy store.

As I’d once told her while online, she was indeed an angel.

Victoria knew from our chats, that I loved women without hair around their vaginas.

It would not have bothered me greatly had she had hair down there, but this was a bonus.

I’d always loved the feel of smooth flesh under my tongue as I made oral love to a woman, also I didn’t have to go to the dentist for a haircut.

I placed both hands on her hips and leaned forward and kissed her belly button.

I felt Victoria’s body shake slightly in pleasure as she felt the tip of my tongue starting to descend towards her vagina.

We had made love many different ways together in my stories and while we were having cyber sex, so Victoria had a good idea as to what was coming next.

I could smell her heavenly vaginal scent the closer I got towards her vagina.

I knew I was in for a treat.

My tongue guided over her smooth flesh, until I felt the slight protrusion of her pelvic bone under my tongue.

A few more seconds and I would taste her juices, the one thing I’d be waiting to do for many months.

I felt her outer lips with the tip of my tongue and signed silently with pleasure.

I ran the tip of my tongue all over her smooth flesh, not yet wanting to plunge my tongue deep inside her.

Not only was I teasing Victoria, but wanted to tease myself as well.

This was a golden moment for me and I wanted it to last for as long as it could.

I reached between her thighs and lightly teased her anus with my finger.

Victoria gave out a low moan of pleasure and placed both of her hands on top of my head.

Then, I guided the tip of my tongue towards her swollen, erect clitoris and just gave it the briefest flick with the tip of my tongue.

Victoria moaned softly with pleasure above me and I felt her hands grip my hair.

But again, I didn’t want to go straight for her vagina, I wanted her to be half begging me to touch her vagina with my mouth.

So I instead moved my tongue slightly to the left and ran the tip of it down the groove on the inside of her thigh, close to but not quite touching her outer flesh of her vagina.

I did the same to the right hand side of her crotch.

I felt Victoria’s hands trying to guild my mouth towards her vagina, but still I was not ready to obey.

             I walked around the bend and there were two girls in the water. I recognized one from my school. She had her back turned to me, but the other girl was in front of her staring wide eyed at me. The first girl, lexi, quickly spun around, saw me and froze. Just for a second. Then a grin broke out on her face. Of course by now I wasn't looking at her face, my eyes were glued to her exposed breasts that she didn't seem very intent on covering up.

She rose out of the water sopping wet. I realized I hadn't stopped looking at her boobs since she had turned around.  I blushed and turned away.

“Why don’t you jump in and cool off?” she asked. I kind of stood there dumfounded for a second before she said,

”c’mon, its too hot for clothes, take your shirt off.” What the heck, I thought and took off my shirt and shoes.

      Of course I hadn’t brought a swim suit or anything so I just jumped in with my shorts on.

      “Aw, your not gonna take the rest off for me?” she asked, swimming up to me. She got real close and rested her hand on my chest while her hand reached down toward my groin.

      “Sure, but why isn’t your friend here saying anything?” I said glancing over at the girl who still hadn’t moved.

      “C’mon Ruthi, take off your clothes,” said Lexi. Ruthi undid her bikini and took off the bottom too. I took off my shorts and boxers revealing my already hard 7” cock. Both girls gasped and reached for it. Seemed like they knew exactly what to do.

 Lexi started rubbing my cock while I massaged her and Ruthi’s breasts.  We all got out of the water and I laid down in the grass. Lexi started licking my cock up and down while rubbing it with her hand. Ruthi positioned herself so her pussy was right above my face, so I stuck my tongue out and licked it for a little bit.

Ruthi started moaning and Lexi was slurping away at my cock. A few minutes into it, I felt I was going to cum soon.

“slow down girl, your gonna make me cum too soon.” She smiled and still holding my cock she positioned herself over me. Without hesitation I rammed my cock in her, making her gasp. I pumped in and out as fast as I could while she moaned away.

“damn girl that pussy feels great.”

“oooh, your cock feels better. Fuck me harder.” She started bouncing up and down, getting into the rhythm. I resumed licking Ruthi’s pussy. She was starting to buck her hips back and forth and had her finger in her mouth and her eyes were closed.

“Mmmmmm, I’m gonna cum soon.”

It was an incredible experience having two girls moaning intensely, one bouncing on my cock, and the other getting licked in the pussy.

      I started speeding up on my thrusts in Lexi and Ruthi started moaning even louder. I paused my licking to tell Lexi I was going to cum any second, which made her pound on my cock even harder.

      “fuck yes, lick my pussy oooooh yeah,” ruthi was moaning.

      “fuck I’m gonna cum!” screamed Lexi. She arched her back as both of us came at the same time.

      “fuck yeah cum in my pussy baby!” I thrust my cock as deep into her as I could. Lexi got off of my cock and I got up from under Ruthi. Ruthi, who still hadn’t cum yet looked somewhat saddened by the fact that I had already cum in Lexi.

      “don’t worry baby, your next”

I discovered that Clair lived with a sister named Elize. Clair had gorgeously wavy auburn hair and long, slender legs. She was so beautiful she was absolutely painful to look at. I took pleasure in her beauty, but it was painful to know that she was not mine, nor, probably, ever would be.

"You and your sister have musical names," I observed.

She explained that they were indeed named after Debussy's Clair de lune and Beethoven's Für Elize.

Suddenly, it looked like a lightbulb had lit up over Abby's head and she asked, "Say, Phil, would you like to see their paintings?"

I ignored her question momentarily, asking, "Oh, so Elize paints as well?"

"Yes, of course," said Clair playfully (and with no hint of disdain).

"I'd love to see your work."

Clair winked at Abby, as though she had done something quite brilliant. Then she turned to me saying, "Well, are you free Saturday evening?"

I fell for the bait. "Sure."

"Great," Clair continued. "Elize and I are having a private showing on Saturday and we need some assistance. Abby was going to help out, but she's come up with a hot date for Saturday and wants to be free to be at his side during the show. I told her I'd let her off the hook if she could find a replacement. It looks like tag, you're it...if you don't mind."

Abby clasped her hands under her chin as if in prayer and pleaded, "Please, Phil?"

Maybe I should've resented being ambushed like that, but I was so taken with Clair that I decided to accept her invitation. Besides, I still owed Abby a favor or two more.

Saturday finally rolled around, and when I finally found the obscure address Clair had given me I saw that the place she and her sister shared was a loft over an empty warehouse. I could also see that it had skylights and tall windows all the way around.

I knocked hard. When no one answered, I knocked harder still. At last, I heard metallic-sounding footsteps approaching me from inside, the door opened, and there she stood.

"I'm sorry I'm late," I said, "but I had a hard time finding you."

Instead of stepping aside to let me pass, she looked at me blankly, saying, "Look, this is a private gathering. No crashers."

I was more than a little shocked. I said, "I'm Phil, remember? Phil Thomsen? We met Thursday at Abby's. You invited me to come over and help you out tonight—and see some of your paintings."

After this explanation, she blushed deeply. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Phil. We've had some pretty brazen crashers in the past...and by the way, I'm Elize, not Clair."

My jaw dropped. "Twins! I didn't know."

"Tonight, Clair's in red and I'm in green, just to make it easy on everyone. Anyway, come on in, because we really do need some help in the kitchen. We need to be out there selling paintings, not pouring drinks and refilling snack bowls."

"Just lead the way," I said. We walked up metal stairs and into a huge room with brick walls that had been painted burnt sienna. At least forty people were standing around looking at twelve or fifteen large erotic paintings.

Elize explained under her breath, "The people here are mainly established or potential clients, plus a few friends from the press and the art community. The customers are a pretty strange crew, and our friends are even weirder, as you'll see. Anyway, they'll all be gone by 10 or so, and afterward, the three of us can get better acquainted." "Sounds great," I said.

Clair had arrived at my side and had overheard all this, so she told Elize, "I'll take Phil to the kitchen. You talk to Mr. Chalmers for a while; I've had enough of the old fart. Let him grab your tits for a while."

After patiently showing me what to do, Clair left me on my own, and for the next three hours, I served drinks, refilled snack bowls and trays, and picked up discarded glasses, plates, forks, and napkins.

Later on, with all the guests gone, the dishes picked up, the spills wiped, and the whole place swept and vacuumed, the three of us were sprawled on the couch drinking the dregs of the wine in the several remaining open bottles of French Vouvray, Italion Pinot Grigio and Aussie Shiraz.

We talked about art and photography for several hours and I grew to like and respect the twins immensely. And I mean both of them, since they were literally like peas in a pod, physically and mentally. They were both smart and erudite and had great taste in photography and all of the arts.

Despite their obvious talent, the girls were refreshingly free of the artistic egoism I'd found in past encounters with painters, who seem to place photography on a lower rung. Funny, since painting is not nearly as lively and widely enjoyed as it once was. It's now enjoyed and appreciated mainly by painters, critics, and investors, and to the public at large, it's a yawn. Which was a shame in their case, since their work walked a tightrope between art erotica and art porn that I found very enjoyable and stimulating. At the same time, they enjoyed what they were doing and the success they were beginning to enjoy wasn't spoiling them a bit.

I gradually sensed that, despite the erotic subject matter of their paintings, they were not widely experienced sexually. Not that they were virgins—they clearly weren't—but most of their knowledge of sex seemed to come from art and literature, not the bedroom.

Finally, it was very late and, because of the wine, I could hardly stay awake, even with the discussion firmly centered, as it was, on sex.

I got up and said, "Well, I gotta go." But when I stood up, I discovered that someone had put the whole world on a bit of a slant (though at least the room wasn't spinning as it would have done in my college days).

Clair said, "Phil, you clearly can't drive in this condition, but we're in no condition to take you home, either. Unless you want to take a taxi, maybe you should just spend the night and have breakfast with us."

"I really couldn't impose on you," I said, trying to sound perfectly sincere, which I assure you, I was not.

"Oh, come on," they said in unison, and I made a big show of giving in only grudgingly.

Clair showed me to the bathroom off the kitchen, where she gave me a fresh towel and some baking soda to brush my teeth with, which I did using my index finger. Before I started my own shower water, I heard a shower running elsewhere in the huge apartment.

After I was clean and dried off, I put my trousers back on, stepped out of the bathroom, and yelled, "Should I just grab the couch in the living room, or do you have a guest bed?"

After a momentary delay, from the other end of the apartment I heard one of them yell, "Come on in here."

When I found Clair and Elize, they were sitting in a very large bed, their hair wrapped in towels. It was obvious where I was expected to go: between them. And this is exactly where I went.

At first we just talked and chuckled nervously, but soon I felt their hands on my thighs. I turned to Elize and said, "Excuse me for a moment." With this, I turned to Clair, the sister I knew best, and kissed her. At first just a peck, but then her mouth opened to my insistent tongue.

Soon we were kissing and groping intently, and I did play a little trick on them then, which I never told them about: Whenever I kissed Clair that night, I gave her a little horizontal tongue wiggle as a kind of greeting, and as time went by, she would do this unconsciously whenever our tongues met. With Elize, I did a curly vertical wiggle. From that point onward, I could tell them apart in bed by kissing them. And this happened every time we kissed, even if the kiss was a little peck on the lips. Always a tongue wiggle.

Sometimes they'd tease me by taking each other's identity, and I always played dumb so as not to give my secret away. They would even joke about my tongue wiggle, but they never compared notes, so as far as they knew, I did it the same way for each of them.

I didn't notice the rustling next to me, but I did notice it when Elize's hand gripped my cock. I continued kissing Clair, but I stopped kissing and gasped slowly at the feeling of Elize's tongue on my belly and thighs as she slowly pulled on my cock.

I started kissing Clair even harder, rolling and pinching her nipples between my thumb and first finger. This time, she was the one who gasped.

It was at about this point that Elize's tongue found my cock, licking up and down it like a lollypop, and diddling the loose skin under its head.

Clair, meanwhile, was in an agony of pleasure, saying, "Oh, God! This feels soooo good."

Given this encouragement, I let go of her nipples and started rubbing her thighs, which she parted for me, offering up her damp little pussy to be caressed and penetrated by my fingers.

Now, we kissed more deeply than ever, and I was tremendously aroused. So when Elize finally took my cock full into her mouth and began sucking and bobbing up and down on it, I almost came and had to tell her to go easy for now.

After a minute or two, I declared, "I want to eat some pussy, but I don't know who to start with. Besides, I might get whiplash going back and forth between you."

Clair whispered in Elize's ear and they said, "We have a solution." With this, Clair laid on her back and signalled to Elize, who laid herself down on Clair, so that their pussies were stacked.

I got on my belly between their legs. The perfume of their sweet little vaginas was almost overwhelming. Both girls were obviously as wet as could be, with little droplets of dew on the beautiful pink and brown folds of their inner labia.

The first thing I did was perhaps rather piggish, but they loved it anyway: I rubbed my face on their vulvas, getting their pussy dew all over my face and in my beard. Then I took Elize's clit in my mouth and slowly but deliberately returned the favor she'd shown my cock. I noticed that Clair was holding her sister in a tight embrace, rubbing Elize's breasts and pinching her nipples. They tongue kissed intermittently. Obviously, they had had sex with each other. How kinky is that?

I brought Elize almost to orgasm, then worked on Clair, whose pussy was so damp by now from her own juices and those that had dripped down from above, that a wet spot had appeared on the sheet under her butt. Then, I brought Clair to the verge of orgasm.

This brinksmanship went on for better than a half hour, when Clair said, "I want to be fucked!" "Yes, fuck us!" chimed in Elize with equal enthusiasm.

So, they separated, and after a little eeny-meeny-miney-moe, I got on top of Clair. I can't tell you how beautiful she was, how tender and trusting the expression on her face. She liked me a lot...and so did her sister!

I fucked her for maybe fifteen minutes before bringing her to climax, which I did as much by talking romantically as by anything else. I'd been saving myself, of course, because I wanted to fuck Elize, too, and by this time I wanted an orgasm so badly I fairly ached.

So, I got on top of Elize and started in on her. She'd been masturbating while watching Clair and me, so she was ripe for orgasm, too. Still, I dragged it out for a good ten minutes, savoring her beauty, marveling in the same tenderness I'd found in Clair's eyes.

At last I scooped Elize's legs up in my arms so that her knees were pressed against her shoulders. This extreme position obviously thrilled her, and it was no problem at all to give her a big, long series of powerful orgasms.

At breakfast the next morning (which was actually served at about 1 p.m.), Clair told me how they got started in painting.

She said, "We started painting at our high school in Eugene. We both got a painting scholarship to (a well-known art school in NYC), but we dropped out after two years and moved back to Oregon. We couldn't stand big city life.

"After that, we got in touch with a writer friend of ours named Zazie. She already had some contacts here in Portland, and, after a couple iffy months, our work started to sell. Now, Zazie and her husband live in a cabin on a gorgeous lake near Zigzag. Okay, Phil, that's our story; what's yours?"

I explained that I'd been freelancing for a couple years after working for several years in the agency Abbigail worked at, and that mostly I did commercial shots for ad agencies and the occasional model portfolio.

"It sounds to me like you still haven't done what you really want, though," said Elize.

I admitted that ultimately I wanted to do figure and fashion photography, but that right now, it was the big gap in my portfolio. Like most artists, I did what I had to do to survive.

Clair said, "We've done some figure and fashion photography. Would you like to see?"

I said yes, and Clair ran off, coming back with a small portfolio. It was full of very good nudes and fashion studies. I asked, "Which of you is the model?"

"We take turns modeling and shooting," said Clair. I should have guessed: They were twins all the way.

Elize looked at my expression and said, with an impish smile, "You'd like to shoot us, wouldn't you? You'd like to take pictures of us."

"Sure I would." I hadn't said anything, though, having learned long ago never to ask your lover to pose for anything you might want to show. Most women delight in posing for their man, but few women are keen on the photographs getting into circulation. I certainly would never turn down an opportunity to shoot these two, though, especially if they were going to make a free-will offer. Besides, as pro models, they would have no objection to my photos being used to further my own career. All it could do was drum up business for them as well, so both sides would benefit. They looked at each other and, without saying a word, agreed in unison to pose.

We decided to do it later that same afternoon.

I went out and bought lots of film and spare batteries for my flash unit. Then, I went home and collected the camera, tripod, lights, and the rest of my gear.

When I returned, one of them greeted me at the door. "We've been busy," she said. When I kissed her, I knew she was Elize.

Going upstairs, I saw what she meant. The living room was full of chairs, couches, various props, and cloth swatches of many different sorts.

They were great models, of course. Absolutely uninhibited, they would assume any position without question. They knew no modesty, though I really didn't take full advantage of it. They trusted me, and I had no interest in violating that trust. I was interested in capturing eroticism not raunch, and I knew that if they liked the result, they would surely pose again. I also avoided shooting their faces, since I was primarily interested in the play of light and shadow on their incredible bodies.

Besides, I knew by then that I was falling in love with them both, and I didn't want to do anything that would cost me their trust.

At 5 p.m., after three hours of shooting, we were all dead tired and I called a break.

"We haven't discussed payment, yet," I said, suddenly feeling very unprofessional about the whole thing. Some "photographer" I was!

"Why don't you just take us out to dinner?" said Clair, "We don't want any money, do we Elize?" Elize agreed.

By the time we got back to their place, we'd had a Lebanese dinner and visited three nightclubs. It was well past midnight, and we were pretty well smashed.

"Do you have any film left?" Elize asked.

"Yep," I said.

"Want to shoot something in the bedroom, then?"

I told her that it sounded like a great idea.

After I adjusted the lighting and set up some props, Elize said, "My turn to shoot."

I was a little hesitant at first. I was the photographer, not a model, but then I realized how selfish that was, considering what they'd done and the fact that they were both photographers as well. "Just remember," I said, "no face shots. I haven't shot yours."

"As if people won't be able to figure out which twins are posing in the nude for you," Elize said snidely. "But don't worry, we'll protect your anonymity."

This time, Clair and I posed together—faking all kinds of sexual activities. And when Elize had had her fill behind the camera, Clair became the photographer.

But Clair had an idea. "Let's do some porn. High quality porn with good composition and lighting, but still plenty raunchy."

So, the next thing I knew, I had my clothes back on, only my cock was sticking out of my pants with Elize sucking away on it.

When Clair took over behind the camera, Elize put on a black garterbelt and stockings outfit, and Clair had her lay down on a couch, as pretty as could be except that her legs were spread quite wide. She then had me eat pussy for a number of shots. Then Clair had Elize bend over a table, and asked me, still fully clothed, to fuck her from the back which, only for the sake of art, of course, I was quite happy to do.

After perhaps an hour of this, Elize asked me if I was having fun. I admitted that standing around with an erection for over an hour while holding my orgasm back, had given me a tremendous ache in the loins.

She looked at Clair and said, "Poor baby! Well, let me shoot while Clair finishes you off." They huddled. Apparently they were planning something really nice.

Clair went away and when she came back, she had a wrist full of all kinds of bracelets: cloisonne, pearls, gold chain, you name it. She also had a small plastic bottle of personal lubricant, and she lubed up my cock as Elize took the camera off its tripod. Obviously, she wanted a close-up.

The next thing I knew, Clair's hand was moving up and down slowly on my cock, which she had in a tight grip. It felt wonderful, and the rattle and swish of all those bracelets made it all the better.

Eventually started going a bit faster and harder, according to my instructions. I told her just what to do to make it really good for me, and before long I could feel those changes going on inside that only a man can feel...changes telling him that his release is on the way.

It started with a little squirt of mostly-clear fluid, but I finally shot some cum about a foot up into the air and I heard the shutter click, and when it landed, it landed perfectly on Clair's now slowly-moving fist, dripping down like white candle wax over her fingers and rings. A glob or two hung off her bracelets as well.

"Fine," said Elize. "That'll be a great shot. Just you watch."

I stayed again that night, and in the morning, the three of us made wild monkey love. After breakfast we all drove over to my place to develop the pictures, and after I made contact sheets, I said, "You know, there are a lot of really great photos here. I just wish there was a place to show them."

Clair said, "You know, there's an erotic art exhibition in two months that Elize and I will be entering. I think you still have time to enter. I have all the info at home, if you want it."

"Enter your photos, too," I said. "Some of the best ones are yours."

They entered their paintings and we all entered photos in the show. One of my photos and one of theirs (the hand job) got accepted. So were a couple of their paintings. My entry took second in the photography category and the hand job took third. One of their paintings was not only "Best Painting," but garnered the "Best in Show" title, too. Overall, it was quite a success for all of us.

Now, Portland is a weird city, conservative in many regards, and yet it has more nudie bars per capita than any other city in the U.S. How would our work be received? Our photos were easily the most notorious in a show that was intended to be outrageous. Well, my business picked up dramatically and I was in heavy demand from the local agents and independent models for lingerie shots, especially whenever garter belts and so forth were involved. And the twins were now supplementing their painting income with occasional photography jobs and modeling assignments as well.

We were all doing well.

It was about this time that they asked me if I'd like to move in with them, and of course I did. And we lived happily forever after.

...Don't I wish.

One night we were sprawled on the couch, the three of us, one on each side of me. We had rented a romantic movie and were ready to have a movie and popcorn followed by a pretty serious fuckfest. I got up to make the popcorn, but couldn't find any.

Clair made a guilty face and said, "I used up the last of it the other night."

Elize scowled. "And you forgot to put it on the shopping list, I suppose."

Clair shrugged sheepishly saying, "I'm sorry. It's my fault, so I'll walk to the store and get some more."

"I'll go with you," I said. It was well after dark and I didn't really like the idea of my honey going out on her own.

"Don't be silly. It's only four blocks. I'm not a child."

I was worried about her, but I also knew that I was beginning to seem a bit paternalistic. So, despite my concern for her, I had to stay. Still, I couldn't resist walking her to the door and saying, "Please be careful; I love you."

In retrospect, I certainly wish I'd insisted on going with her. While the neighborhood was not notoriously "bad," a girl out after dark is always a potential victim.

"I love you, too," she said. Then she was gone.

Elize and I watched network TV for awhile, saving the movie for Clair. As time passed, we both got progressively more nervous, until, after thirty minutes or so, I finally said, "It doesn't take a half hour to walk to the store and come back."

"I know," said Elize. "Let's go out and look."

"No," I said, "I'll look. You stay here so someone'll be here if she comes back." Elize agreed to this. But this time, it was she who pleaded with me to be careful.

Soon I was downstairs and on my way to the store. I quickly came to the place where you have to decide whether to go the long, well-lit way or take the short-cut through a field.

Something told me that Clair, wanting to hurry, had unwisely taken the shortcut, so I walked out into the field, hoping with all my heart that Clair had not been so foolish.

When I got to the middle of the field, I looked around, soon realizing that an attacker would have taken her to the darkest, most hidden part of the field. Looking around quickly, I determined that that was a clump of bushes about fifteen or twenty feet away.

Walking around to the far side of the bushes, I saw her at once, lying on her back and naked from the waist down, her legs splayed like a Hustler centerfold. Her lovely, pleasure-giving cunt— which she had pledged to me alone—was exposed to the cold night air like a broken melon. Her throat gleamed with even in the dark I knew to be blood from its rusty smell.

I dropped to my knees, listened for breath, felt her wrist and neck for a heartbeat. Finding none, it sank in that she, my lover, was almost certainly dead. This fact overwhelmed me, and I lost my dinner in the dirt before screaming and crying.

A passerby ran over to see what was up and upon reaching the scene, called 911.

When the paramedics and police arrived, they confirmed the worst.

The next week was hell, what with grieving, funeral arrangements, and visits from friends and distant relatives (Clair and Elize's parents were both gone—in a twisted way, the one bright side to the whole thing).

Elize and I faltered at re-establishing our intimacy, so to spare us both pain, I think, she accepted an invitation to stay indefinitely with her old friend Zazie in Zigzag on the slopes of Mount Hood.

During those days, I became a workaholic since I had to pay the rent by myself and just to have something other than my grief on my mind. That took care of the days and the evenings, but the nights were very hard: I desperately missed both of the girls.

I wrote Elize at the address she'd left me, just telling her how I was doing and how much I missed her, but she never replied.

I tried to reestablish a social life, dating Abby off and on for a while. I'm sure she went out with me largely because she cared for me as a friend, pitied me, and wanted to help. But I was poor company; I inevitably turned our conversation to Clair and Elize.

I invited her to bed with me once—and she really tried hard to give in to me that night—but after five minutes of faltering, exploratory kisses and caresses, she said, "I'm sorry. I get the feeling neither of us is really into this," and then she left me alone. She was correct: It didn't feel right. And that brought home to me what I knew in my heart: I was still in love with Elize and really needed to get her back into my life.

About four months after the incident, I got a call from Zazie, who said that Elize needed my help and asked me to come out to the cabin as soon as possible. She mentioned some kind of problem.

I argued that I'd written Elize several letters, to which she hadn't replied.

"It's not her fault," said Zazie. "She'll come around, but I think she needs your help and support first."

"What's the problem, anyway?"

"She behaves very strangely sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

She wouldn't tell me, saying, "Please, just come on out here to the cabin and spend some time with her. I don't want to talk about it over the phone."

Of course, I had no choice but to say yes.

I got an early start and arrived at Zazie's cabin about 10 a.m. It was substantially larger than I'd expected, based on the word "cabin." It was a rustic pioneer-style log house with a good twelve or fifteen rooms.

I knocked at the screen door. Zazie turned out to be a lovely young woman roughly Elize's age holding a baby. Inviting me in she said, "Excuse the mess, but my husband's in San Francisco on business, and I don't have as much help with Jenny as usual." The implication, I suppose, was that Elize wasn't being much help. Zazie didn't say this in an accusatory manner, but just stated it factually.

I asked, "Where is she?"

She gave me a worried grin. "Out on the pier getting some sun. But, look, I want to talk to you before you go out to her."

This reminded me of the mysterious strange behavior hinted at on the phone. "Oh yeah, what's wrong with her, anyway?"

"Sometimes she seems to think—I don't expect you to believe this until it happens to you..."

"She thinks what?"

It was obviously hard for her to say, but at last she got it out: "Sometimes she seems to think she's Clair."

"That's preposterous."

"I know. That's how I felt at first. I thought she was putting me on, but whenever I tried to talk with her about it, she pretended not to remember. Unless, of course, she actually didn't remember."

I asked, "Could it be that she's developed a split personality as a way of attempting to preserve Clair's memory?"

Zazie said, "Well, the idea that she's going crazy has occurred to me. That's why I called you. But I've been reading about multiple personality disorders, and I don't think that's her problem. Multiple personality usually involves the invention of purely fictional personalities. So, I don't know what the problem is, and I'm confused."

Her eyes were filling with tears, and I suddenly realized not only how much Elize meant to her, but how real the problem was. I put an arm around Zazie's shoulder and said, "Let me see her. I'll take care of her from now on, if she'll come home with me. It may be time for her to try to get back in the swing of things."

Zazie agreed but said, "Now, understand that the Clair personality doesn't come out all the time. She's only done it three times around me. And, as I said, she won't remember it after it happens, though she clearly realizes she's lost some time. It's like a blackout after the Clair personality comes out."

Zazie got up and led me out the back door onto the deck, pointing to a lake. There, with a vista of Mt. Hood that took my breath away as a backdrop, Elize was laying on her tummy at the end of the pier catching some rays.

I walked to the lake and out onto the pier. I can't describe the feelings welling up inside me as I walked up to her. Her beautiful body, as lithe and sexy as ever, was not what I saw. No, I saw my best friend, and I was feeling the dreadful distance that had grown up between us.

Halfway down the pier, Elize heard me coming. She sat up and looked around as if looking for an escape route, but then hesitated, unsure what to do. "Hi, Phil," she said as she stood up, biting a fingernail. "I didn't know you were coming."

When I got to her, I gave her a good, strong hug, saying, "It's a surprise." Then I added, "You know, I've missed you so much."

She said, "I'm sorry, Phil. I've had no desire for sex..."

"I meant I was lonely, Elize. I don't want sex with you just yet, either, especially if you don't want it. You're a friend and companion. I can't enjoy life apart from you."

Elize relaxed somewhat, saying, "I know, Phil. Excuse me for acting this way. This whole thing has had me way off balance."

I said, "Come home with me, Elize."

"I don't know, I'll think about it."

"I'm going back tonight."

"I'll let you know tonight, then."

After this, Elize showed me all around the grounds. We walked for several hours on some of the hiking trails, and while the ice was clearly melting, it was melting slowly.

At one point, we were high above the lake on a promontory, the warm air blowing across the lake and into our faces. I noticed an island below and asked Elize about it. "It's beautiful, Phil. From the break in the treetops you can see there's a clearing in the middle, but what you can't see is that the clearing is full of Indian Paintbrush, and lots of other wildflowers whose names I don't know."

"I wish we could go out there and see it."

"I'll take you," she said. "We'll borrow Zazie's canoe."

After returning and having lunch, we asked for the canoe, which Zazie graciously loaned us for the afternoon.

The water was almost crystal clear and looked good enough to drink. On several occasions, I saw fish darting in the dark blue-green depths.

As cold as the water was, the air was quite warm by the time we arrived at the island, and the sun was beating down oppressively. I think we welcomed the opportunity to beach our boat and walk into the shady forest.

It took only five minutes to arrive at the meadow, and Elize was right...it was like a dream. Multicolored wildflowers, green moss, and lichens of various hues strewn among rocks and grassy patches. But most pervasively of all—as she'd said—was Indian Paintbrush, obviously at the peak of its brief season.

We laid a blanket on a flat rock in the shade at the margin of the meadow and talked. At first, I guess you'd have to call it "small talk." But we both began to let our guards down and talk about all the hurt we'd been going through. It was therapeutic for both of us.

Elize—who'd never known anything other than being part of a matched pair of sisters who loved each other so much that it bordered on incest—was now just another pretty girl. Something very special about her was no longer true. Half of her was gone.

"You still have me," I assured her. "We're still a pair...if you want me."

There followed a long silence, after which Elize pushed me down and scooted over, pushing her back against my chest in the classic spoon position, which allowed me to embrace her with her head laying on my upper arm as a pillow.

And that was the way we spent the afternoon: just lounging around in that heavenly clearing, remembering Clair, comforting each other.

We both had a couple good cries.

After dinner, with Zazie and her baby, we hiked another trail to a hot spring where Elize and I lounged, nude, in water that was almost too hot to bear while Zazie bounced her baby on her knee in the slowly cooling evening air, regaling us with stories that helped by keeping clear of any mention of Clair.

By the time we got back to the cabin, darkness was almost upon us, and I was becoming aware of a full moon rising in the southern sky.

"You two go out and sit on the pier," Zazie said, adding, "With the moon full, the mountain will be gorgeous. You'll be alone: Jenny and I have to go to bed."

"I was going to go..." I started to say.

"He can spend the night, can't he?" Elize asked her friend.

Zazie smiled, saying "Of course he can. Do you want me to ready a bedroom for him?" Sometimes you don't really ask the question you want the answer to.

For the first time since I arrived, Elize laughed, saying, "Don't bother. We're used to sleeping together."

Zazie tried, but it was hard not to notice her joy at the upward turn in Elize's spirits.

So, Elize and I gathered up some blankets and after accepting a bottle of wine from Zazie, we strolled out onto the pier. We took off our shoes and tried dangling our feet in the water. It was so cold, though, that it became a game to see how long we could stand it.

As time went by and the twilight faded into night, I could see what Zazie had meant. The moon positively illuminated the mountain, putting a slowly-shimmering, unearthly reflection into the lake water. I had been to Mexico, Europe and Canada—and just about everywhere in the United States, too—and I'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

It was a special moment, and I was sharing it with Elize.

Elize was obviously happy. She said she was getting cold and asked me to put my arm around her, which I did. For quite a while we just sat and talked some more. This time, though, we talked about us, our future, our plans. Clair's name didn't come up once.

Then we were silent again for quite a while. It was a very comfortable silence for both of us, I think. We were feeling close again. Emotionally, we'd bridged the gulf.

Finally, Elize broke the silence, saying, "I want to make love."

"Here? Now?"

She didn't answer, just pushed me down and said, "Let me take the lead."

I sensed she needed to feel in control, to feel she could modulate the speed and stop or back out at any time.

For the longest time, she just stroked my hair and cheeks, her fingers shaking.

"Take your time," I said, "we have all night."

Then she just laid her head on my chest for a while. I really didn't care whether we had sex. It had been so long since she'd held me, it was so good just to feel her body against mine, to once again know human warmth.

At last, she got up on one elbow and drew herself slowly to me, putting her lips against mine. We kissed dryly at first, just pecking at each other's lips. But slowly, in unison, we opened our mouths, and our tongues touched, tentatively at first, but then, after the obligatory tongue wiggle, with the overwhelming greed we'd known before.

"It's been so long," I whispered as I took a breath.

"Way too long," was all she said as she unzipped my trousers and found my cock, which she pulled out and massaged as she kissed me.

I unbuttoned my shirt for her, and she kissed my chest, pinching my nipples in her teeth and running her tongue all over my belly.

Now, ignoring the cold, she swung around a half turn on her hands and knees and bent forward to take my cock in her mouth. At the same time, I started kissing that sweet little pussy of hers, caressing the soft labia with my tongue, sucking on her hardening clit and teasing it with my lips and tongue.

I loved her so much, and I wanted to show her as much in every way imaginable, certainly including this way.

And so it went until the middle of the night, when we finally dragged ouselves off to Elize's room, where we spent the remainder of the night.

After telling Zazie our plans over breakfast, we packed Elize's things and headed back to the city and a new chapter in our lives.

A relieved-looking Zazie waved us an enthusiastic farewell as we left, inviting us to come back and visit anytime.

It's been about four weeks now since we left Zazie's cabin, and things are gradually getting back to normal.

Or, rather, we're inventing a new kind of "normal" for ourselves. Elize is painting again, and demand for her work is gradually building up as her confidence comes back. Demand for my work is rising, too.

Clearly, we're going to survive.

Sexually, things are progressing well. I'd say we're at least as close now as we were when Clair was part of the arrangement.

Elize is late coming to bed after her shower. When she arrives, she turns out all the lights and stands looking out of the large floor-to-ceiling window, presenting a shapely, sexy silhouette against the moonglow.

"Come here," she says, and when I come, she asks, "Do you like the moonlight?"

"Of course." "My name comes from the French word for moonlight, you know."

So this is what Zazie had meant...

"Elize, listen..."

"Clair," she corrected.

I'm a little confused, as you can imagine, but I decide to play along and try to reason with the Clair persona. "Clair, you mustn't do this to Elize. Chunks of time will be gone from her and she'll think she's blacking out. She'll think she's going crazy, don't you see?"

Her face turns downward, and her lower lip curls in a frown. "But I miss you, Phil. I'm so lonely. I want to be with you."

I sigh, and circling her waist with my arms, pull her to me.

She asks, "Can I come out at night and make love to you? I have to come out sometime...I need to." There's no ignoring the sincerity of her gaze. This isn't Elize acting, putting me on. In some sense, Elize really believes she's Clair.

I play along for now. "Okay, then. Come out at night, in the moonlight, and Elize will just think she's fallen asleep."

Elize turns around and draws me to her. She puts her lips on mine, and when I open my mouth to hers, our tongues touch...and I feel Clair's secret tongue wiggle, sending a thrill through my entire body.

"Phil," she asks, "why the goose bumps?"

I'm silent, except for, "So, it is you?"

She looks at me like I'm crazy. "Of course, it is."

Before I know it, she's pulling me slowly to the bed, where I almost fall onto her, her legs already parting for me, her pussy dripping with anticipation. Although I have tears in my eyes, I slide into her as though she were no more than a warm, pleasant dream...

After the lovemaking, I take a quick shower, and when I climb into bed, she rolls over and kisses me again.

It's Elize's kiss this time.

"You know what?" she says, "I'm really horny. Let's make love." With that, she disappears under the sheet.

And as her mouth finds my cock, I smile, knowing that my future looks very bright. Twice as bright, in fact, as I thought it ever could be.