Monday, April 13, 2009

Disgusting masturbation fantasies

I unzip my fly and take out my cock.I start stroking it as I let my mind wonder into its dirty abyssI think about my girlfriend being treated like a toy by other men.

3 of them together while I sit in the corner. They touch caress all of her little body, fondling her juicy fat tits and pulling at her nipples, lifting her top up exposing her naked flesh subtly lit by the dim light of a nearby lamp she is shy and timid as hasn\'t done this type of thing before, yet bashfully breaths quicker but quietly in anticipation. The horny hairy fat bastards will take advantage of my little angel as she lives out my fantasy.

One man lies her down and peels her jeans away from her skin - while another removes her top layers completely. She lies on bed in nothing but her underwear and these old dirty Trucker types are touching and feeling her tight tiny package all over. Her eyes are closed and she is quite simply letting them do as they wish like I requested. They love it. The fater hairer one of the three turns her over ,parts her panties and spreads her ass cheecks with his index finger and thumb unveiling a clean and tight looking young female anus which was slightly browned around the exterior and not a hair in sight. You can see in their souls the devilish glory of foreseeable conquest the boys will lick suck and fuck my baby like real men fuck - hard fast, dirty and with no regard for her she will suck cock while the rest of her holes are filled. All 3 of them will ejaculate deep within her bowels, as her alternate holes are left drooping in abuse and exploitation.

Msn signals and I open my eyes.

Its Simon again. Hes telling me his cock is hard and wants to cyber fuck me I ask him what he would like and he says a photo of my asshole wet and open for him to jerk off over. I oblige and start to touch my anus with a saliva-drenched finger - circling the rim and pushing a finger in and out, then two.I tell him what I am doing for him and he sends me a picture of his hard rod and balls in their current state, big thick and full of seamen I fast forward my mind to later on in the evening when he meets me at the back corner of a park away from public view I am positioned in a bush in doggy, all of me hidden except my butt which is concealed in track pants and only slightly sticking out of the hedge so as to indicate the start of mating season. Soon enough I feel his hands rubbing over my ass up and down and back up again latching on to my elastic tip and pulling down my pants and exposing my readily moist asshole.I let him go about his usual business - tasting touching and fingering me deep as I softly moan like the deprived sex fiend I am.He penetrates and sinks his thick shaft deep. All 7 inches of it engulfed and secured by my inner walls expanding and contracting with each wet pelvic thrust. I said it before and ill say it again holes are made to be fucked. I enjoy his love and within minutes he empties his load inside me and with nothing more than a slap as he withdrawals his trunk and leaves.

My cock is throbbing all over now and I continue to masturbate myself in a quick defined motion.

I think about the other day in my friends car sitting in the back with her 5 year old daughter. She parked the car and went to hire some library books. As I waited with her daughter, I played with her toys and held her hands. She was a beautiful little thing with blonde hair and big blue eyes. I took the opportunity and took out my cock in full view of the little lady and started pulling at it.LOLLIPOP LOLLIPOP I said over and over as I watched her observe ityou are rudy she kept saying. I reached over and guided her head with my hand downward to the dick, and put it in her mouth:its my lollipop icecream. just lick it! she took the head into her mouth and her tiny tongue was slowly slurping at it. I start to help her by slowly masturbating myself while touching her body. She was in a kneeling type position so I decided before I came just to lift up her skirt and check out her private parts a bit I took it up and pulled down her red underwear and had a squiz at her little pink asshole and bald slit to which I leaned in and took a lick of. It tasted fresh as I daisy, but due to time constraints - quickly pulled her undies up and stopped her sucking my cock but held her head close. I start to tug at myself quickly and squirted the cum into her face.

I retrace my steps back to my girlfriend - the truckers have gone and baby is left on the bed quietly in a fetal position. She has enjoyed herself that\'s for sure, yet she is also looking quite overwhelmed and shocked at the whole event which took place. Is this real or a dream? I open up her ass cheeks and cum beings to leek and gurgle out of her small brown cock circle. I cover her bum up with some fresh underwear - a little white cotton frilly number with black pokadots on. She sands up and places her palms and face against the wall, spreads her legs, breathes a sigh and proceeds to push her ass out so as to let me play.

I run my finger up and down her crack as sperm outs itself thru sporadic farts dampening her panties and seeping on to my fingers I pull her knickers down a bit, slip a finger between her crack, wipe up the goo and push my middle finger up her knocked up hole as she sighs in pleasure.

I continue to let my mind run freely thru corridors of dark fantasy while I pull and tug at my big stiffy leading myself onward and upward towards climax - I stretch out my legs and twiddle my toes in front of my computer screen breaking momentarily to write more dirt down on this page right here right now and with one last image of my bitch kissing me with the truckers cum in our mouths and my fingers up her ass I blow my load all over myself.

Dreamtalker

I was lost in a dream when I thought I heard my husband calling me. I slowly woke up and realized that he was in fact speaking to me. I leaned closer to him and saw that he was talking in his sleep. I started to laugh at him, but as I heard him start to moan I thought it would be better to listen in.

He was mostly mumbling and I could only make out a few words here and there. He was obviously enjoying sex and I was wondering if I was a part of it.

I reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock. I stroked him lightly and he let out a soft moan. I stroked a bit more firmly and he gave a much more appreciative moan and called out my name. At first I thought that I had woken him up and he was just glad to wake up with his cock in my hand, but when I looked closely he was still asleep. So, he was dreaming about me.

We continued this way for a few moments; me stroking him and him enjoying his dream. Finally his words became coherent and I got a pretty good idea of what the dream was about.

At a particularly hot point of the dream, he professed his love for me. \Wow!\ I thought, not only does his hot dream include me, but he\'s telling me how much he loves me. I have the best husband and this made me want to do something extra special for him.

The next weekend I decided to show him how much I love him. I made arrangements to live out his hot little dream. At least the parts that I had heard. I figured he wouldn\'t be too disappointed if I needed to improvise a bit. He had a late business meeting on Friday and I knew he would be tired and tense when he got home. I had a plan to take care of that.

He walked in the house and I met him at the door. I didn\'t give him a chance to speak, I just stuck my tongue in his mouth and kissed him long and hard. I took off his coat and led him the couch.

I pushed him down and took off his shirt. I walked behind him and put my hands on his neck. I started to rub his neck and shoulders and work the tension out. I lightly grazed his neck with my mouth and licked his ears. I rubbed his back and his arms all the while letting my mouth and tongue explore the areas they could reach. I could feel him starting to relax just a bit.

I walked in front of him and kneeled down between his legs. I kissed his chest, let my tongue flick his nipples, and kissed his stomach. I undid his pants and helped him slip them off. I rubbed his legs and let my breasts brush against them as I worked my way down. I spent a short time rubbing his feet just to make the rub complete. Well, almost complete. I whispered in his ear that I would like to continue the rub upstairs and I led him to our bed.

I had him lie on his stomach and I kneaded his ass in my hands. I spread his cheeks and lightly let my tongue wander between them. Then I whispered in his ear once again and told him that I wanted him to roll over so I could rub his one remaining body part. He complied and I let my hands enjoy his cock. He grew nice and hard and I couldn\'t resist giving him a lick and that led to my having to have him fully in my mouth. I swallowed him as deep as I could and enjoyed him for quite a few minutes when I realized that I had yet to put my plan into action.

I told him that I was enjoying him so much that I didn\'t want to stop, but I was also crazy to get some pleasure in return. He told me to turn around and he would return the favor and I told him that I did not want to move. Then I asked him if he would mind if I brought in assistance. He said no, but he obviously thought that I meant toys. I beckoned to the corner of our room where we have a chaise and I watched his face as a woman stood up and he was able to make out her figure in the dim light. He was definitely shocked.

She walked over to us and placed her hands on my ass which had been sticking up in the air as I sucked him. She began to caress and at this point I think my husband was getting more pleasure out of her than I was.

I had never done anything like this before. I had a lap dance while my husband watched once and we frequently spoke of bringing another woman to our bed. I don\'t think either one of us thought that I would ever actually do it.

I was nervous as hell as she touched me, but I desparately wanted to wanted to see this through for my husband. He is so loving and good to me. He is an excellent lover and I want to satisfy every desire he has.

So I looked in his eyes and told myself to relax and enjoy the sensations. I replaced my mouth with my hand and stroked him while I moved to lie down beside him. I kept my hand on him and barely nodded to the girl.

She straddled me and slowly leaned down towards me. She let her hands touch my breast. I think I stopped breathing at this point and noticed that I had gripped his cock rather hard. I relaxed my grip and took some breaths.

She was still fondling my tits and I made myself think of nothing but how good it felt to have fingers feeling my tits and squeezing my nipples. She lowered her head and started to lick and suck my nipples. Her tongue felt so soft and her touch was so tender. I realized this felt good and I was enjoying it.

She let her mouth travel upward kissing my neck and my face. I got nervous again when I realized she was going to kiss me. It seemed like there would be no turning back once I had actually kissed a woman. I needed more support so I looked over at my husband. He looked back at me with desire in his eyes. In his dream, he had asked me if I wanted to kiss her. So now, in reality, I asked him if he wanted me to kiss her. He said yes and I stretched my head up to meet her lips.

It started out as a soft kiss as I got used to kissing a woman. Quickly, my body responded to the feel of a good kiss and hands working at my breasts. I started to become quite aroused. I asked him if he wanted me to touch her, which was another question from his dream. He said yes and I reached out and touched her breasts.

I moved my mouth down and kissed her tits and licked her nipples. I heard him moan to the side of us. I felt her hand reach down and touch my pussy. Once again, I felt my body tense up, but as she found the right place to touch I was quickly back to ecstasy.

I was so turned on now I needed to feel more. I pushed her head down and felt her tongue enter me. I turned my head to my husband and told him to get his cock in my mouth. He straddled my head and I took him in my mouth. I could feel how hard and excited he was and it drove me wild. I couldn\'t hold out any longer. I came on her tongue and sucked him hard at the same time.

Then I asked him another question form his dream. \Do you want me to taste her pussy?\ He moaned in response and I pushed him back down on the bed and told her to lie down. I placed her hand on his cock and I moved between her legs.

I almost chickened out, but I wanted to completely blow his mind. I moved very slowly, not sure that I could actually do it. I looked up at him and I placed my tongue on her pussy. She was so swollen and wet. She thrust her hips up in response to my tongue and I found that I quite liked it.

I started to lick faster and harder and noticed that she was stroking him faster. I sucked and licked. She stroked. I licked some more and she came. As soon as she was finished, I pushed myself up and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him for just a moment when I felt him convulse and felt his warm cum enter my mouth. I swallowed what entered me and then I licked him clean.

I pushed myself up and lay my head next to his. I turned and kissed his face and his head. \How was that?\ I asked.

\Better than any fantasy I\'ve ever had. I can\'t believe you did that!\ he said.

I told him, \I did it all for you this time. Next time, it will be for me. That was incredible!\.

We dismissed the girl and returned to bed together. He said, \What\'s even more amazing, is that this is exactly like the dream I\'ve been having all week.\ Wow, imagine that.

I can\'t wait to hear his next dream. Maybe I should keep a recorder going at night so I don\'t miss any. I plan to live them all out and watch him try to figure out how all his dreams keep coming true.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Part 1 of The Haunted House

The house had been too good of a deal to pass up. It was only after the deal had gone through and the day before she was to move in that Jennifer found out why the price had been so low. \People claim it\'s haunted,\ the real estate agent told her with a wink to show he didn\'t believe it, but that the local yokels did. Jennifer had laughed at the time. The house did have that classic Adam\'s family look about it, secluded, two story gothic, high on a hill with no neighbors around and a rickety picket fence surrounding it. Sure it needed some paint and the wiring would have to be redone, but haunted? Jennifer didn\'t believe in that kind of nonsense.

That was then. Now, Jennifer was not so sure. The moving men had worked fast all that day as if they didn\'t want to be in the house any longer than they had to. In record time she was moved in for her first night in the house. Everything had seemed fine until she woke up a few minutes ago. A glance at the alarm on nightstand said it was just past midnight and she wondered what had woken her up. Somewhere in the house there was a creaking noise. Just a shutter or a door somewhere she told herself and decided to get up to look around. Jennifer could not help but think of the horror movies where poking around in a dark haunted house was the last thing people did.literally.

Determined not to let her nerves get the better of her, Jennifer stood up and reached for her robe. Just as her fingers touched it, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky outside the window followed almost instantly by a loud crack of thunder. When her heart started to beat again, Jennifer wondered where the hell that storm had come from. The forecast had been for clear skies for the next week and not a cloud had been visible when she had gone to bed two hours before. She stood watching the lightning for a minute as intense flashes lit up the sky. If there had been someone in the room with her, they would have gotten an eyeful as each flash displayed her buxom form for an instant. Dressed in a gauzy nightie, the flashes made it seem totally transparent as if she was standing there nude and that was an awe inspiring sight. Jennifer had very blonde shoulder length hair, pure blue eyes, full sensuous lips, a 44DD set of melons that men lusted after at first sight and a pair of hips that could launch an entire navy with one wiggle.

After a minute of watching the storm, Jennifer put on her robe, but didn\'t bother to tie it and it gaped open in front as she left the bedroom on slippered feet. The creaking noise seemed to be on this floor and she paused to try and pinpoint it further. It seemed to be coming from down the hall, from what the real estate agent said used to be the children\'s bedroom for the original owners. Jennifer padded down to the room and reached for the doorknob. She touched it and then pulled back her hand in surprise, it was icy cold to the touch! Hesitantly she reached again for the knob and found it to be at a normal temperature. Don\'t let your imagination run away with you she admonished herself and opened the door and stepped into the room. The cause of the creaking was immediately apparent. There was a large wooden wardrobe in the room. Too big to bother moving, it had been locked when she toured the house and had thought no more of it. Now, however, the doors to the wardrobe swung open and shut making the creaking sound. How the doors had gotten unlocked and what was making them open and shut was a total mystery and even as she watched the doors stopped moving and hung open for her to see inside.

The wardrobe was about six feet high, with legs that raised the bottom of the doors about a foot off the floor. It was about four feet wide and about three feet deep with a bar running across the top for hangers though there were none left. In the back corner of the wardrobe, Jennifer could see something sitting on the floor and in a flash of lightning, she saw it was a stuffed teddy bear. It was brown, about three feet in height and looked a little worse for the wear, probably forgotten by some child in the hurry of moving. There was another flash of lightning and for just a second Jennifer thought she saw the eyes in the bear flash a bright red, but surely that was just some type of optical trick. Curious Jennifer went over to the wardrobe and started to reach for the bear. It was just out of her reach as she bent down to pick it up so she started to crawl partway into the wardrobe. At that point her robe caught on something, a nail perhaps, and since it was not tied it fell off her leaving Jennifer in just her flimsy nightie kneeling on the floor of the wardrobe.

The thing was deeper than she first thought as she could still not quite reach the bear and she crawled forward a bit. Suddenly the doors to the wardrobe creaked shut and smacked her on the ass sending her sprawling inside the wardrobe. Jennifer gave a little squeal and suddenly found herself in total dark as the doors had closed. When she got to her knees, she found that they had locked themselves again trapping her inside. She was trying hard not to panic when she heard something moving in the darkness of the wardrobe. Panicked, she felt around the wardrobe and her fingers brushed against the fur of the bear. Suddenly in the total dark of the wardrobe, she saw the two glowing red eyes again and the bear moved under her touch. Recoiling in fear, Jennifer backed against the far wall of the wardrobe and watched in horror as the two eyes began to move towards her. There was the odd shuffling sound, like the sound a fluffy teddy bear would make if it could walk,

Jennifer watched in horror as the eyes got closer to her then she felt the furry body pressing against her chest as she knelt there petrified. Soft furry paws felt at her breasts through the nightie and she shook off her fear enough to reach down and try to push the thing away from her. To her surprise, she found she could not budge the furry thing that was clinging to her and then she gasped as her hands brushed against something hard and throbbing. This is impossible.it can\'t be happening she though as her hands closed over what was obviously a hard cock poking out of the fur. How could a teddy bear have a eight inch cock she thought? Then again, how could a teddy bear have those glowing red eyes. She tried to pull her hands back from the hard shaft but they didn\'t seem to want to let go. Suddenly a soft voice spoke to her.

\Stroke it,\ said the voice. \Your hands feel so nice on my cock and I know you want to stroke it. . . \

No, Jennifer wanted to deny the words, but her hands acted like they had a will of their own and began to slide up and down the hard cock. A soft moan escaped from the teddy bear thing and she felt a drop of sticky liquid on her fingers that helped to make the cock slippery and slide easier through her hands. After a minute of two of the hand job, Jennifer felt tiny furry hands push on her chest and Jennifer felt herself being pushed down into a lying position. Surely there was not enough room in the wardrobe, but she found herself lying flat anyway and the bear was on top of her. Suddenly there was a tearing sound as fluffy hands shredded her nightie and left her naked. Jennifer felt a furry body crawling over her and felt something start to lick at her tits.

\Spread your legs dear,\ said the voice this time. \I want to fuck you and you want it too don\'t you?\

Again, Jennifer wanted to scream a denial, but found her legs parting and felt something hard poking at her pussy lips. With another push, the teddy bear slid it\'s surprisingly large cock into Jennifer and began to fuck her. Jennifer began to moan louder and louder as the bear slid its cock in and out of her while its tongue licked at her tits, making the nipples hard.

\Ahhhhhhhh,\ moaned the blonde woman as she was fucked harder and harder by the teddy bear thing. This can\'t be happening was the thought that kept running through her mind as she felt her pussy pounded by the thing. The fucking seemed to go on for an hour as Jennifer was relentlessly fucked. All the time she was on the brink of climaxing but not quite as if the bear was toying with her.

\Almost done my dear,\ said the voice. \But I want to finish in your mouth. You would like that wouldn\'t you?\

In the dark, Jennifer shocked herself when her own voice whispered \Yes\.

\What was that my dear?\ asked the voice. \Speak up. Tell me what you want.\

\Ahhhhhhh,\ moaned Jennifer louder as the cock continued to slide in and out of her very wet pussy. \I, ahhhhhhh, want you to put your cock in my mouth and fuck my face until you cum. Ahhhhhhhhh.

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\Mmmm what a good little slut you are,\ said the voice. Then Jennifer felt the cock slip out of her pussy and felt a furry shape crawling up her body until something hard brushed on her lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth and the cock slid inside. Her brain was screaming that she should not be doing this, but her traitor body was eagerly slurping the hard cock that was thrust into her mouth. Her tongue ran all over the cockhead and up and down the shaft. The thing on her face kept slamming its cock in deeper and faster and harder, fucking her face like it was a pussy. Jennifer was now making wet gagging sounds around the meat stuffed down her throat.

Again time seemed to stretch on forever as her face was fucked. Jennifer could feel the soft fur of the teddy bear tickling her lips as it drove its cock all the way down her throat.

\I am going to cum now my dear,\ said the voice. For her part, Jennifer was running her hands over her breasts, caressing them and then slipping down to rub her clit as the cock rammed down her throat all the way. Suddenly there was a spurt of warm liquid striking the back of Jennifer\'s mouth and then another and another. The bear continued to shoot warm sticky cum into her mouth and Jennifer began to swallow it. There was so much of it, it dribbled out the corners of her mouth and she felt it drip onto her tits. Finally the bear pulled its cock from her warm wet mouth and Jennifer felt a splatter of cum strike her face. The teddy bear continued to shoot cum on her face and rub its hard cock over her face. The feeling of the cum on her face and her hands on her body finally brought Jennifer to a climax and she lay there in the wardrobe limp.

After a minute or so, the door to the wardrobe swung open and Jennifer stumbled out into the room, naked and covered in cum. She looked back and saw the bear lying in the corner just as she had first seen it. A red glow was fading from the eyes and if it were not for the cum on her naked body, Jennifer would have thought the whole thing had been some type of hallucination. Then just before the light in the eyes died totally, the voice spoke again.

\That was a nice fuck you big boobed slut. Come back anytime you want some more of my hard cock. I will be waiting for you. There are also a lot of my friends in this house who also want a piece of you. We haven\'t had a cock sucking whore like you entertain us in a long time. \

Jennifer gaped in shock and horror as the doors to the wardrobe closed with a snick and she turned and staggered back towards her bedroom. All over the house now though she could hear sounds. There were soft voices whispering, moans and creaks. The residents of the house knew they had a fuck toy to play with and were looking forward to it.

End Of Chapter One

Part 1 of Band Parents

There were a lot of things I was dreading about my son\'s freshman year at High School. Most of them had something to do with being a \band parent\, and the stigma attached to those fanatical parent boosters of their children\'s musical endeavors. I had already seen what they could be like at the middle school level, and I knew the high school\'s boosters were even more over the top. Still, since I had taken early retirement at age 50 and my sideline consulting business wasn\'t filling all my time, I decided to get involved. Whatever I had imagined band parents to be, it was not Linda Kowalski, the president of the band parents organization. Tall, slim to the point of being wiry, with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes, Linda held the state franchise for parental involvement. The energy she put into it was unfathomable. What was amazing was the quiet and unassuming way in which she accomplished all this, because Linda was a very quiet woman. She almost seemed shy.

I first met Linda at the beginning of the marching band rehearsals that started before the school year began. She was organizing sign-up for the coming year, strong-arming the newcomers like me into getting involved in the band boosters. She was alone at the table and it was pretty busy, so I volunteered right then to sit next to her and help with the sign-ups. Once all the parents had dropped their kids off for the first day of practice, things were quiet, so we chatted a bit and got to know each other. I liked her.

As we chatted and shared little details about our lives, it turned out we had many of the same interests. It also came out that we lived fairly close to each other. There was a city park between our homes, and we both liked to jog on the track there to get our exercise. The only reason we\'d never seen each other there was simply a matter of timing. I usually got my run done before 6:00 AM. Linda said she did her running after she dropped her daughter, Abby, at school. Somehow, and I\'m not sure except that I liked Linda\'s company, she ended up talking me into changing my exercise schedule. The next morning, after dropping my son off at band practice, I met Linda at the track. It became a pleasant routine. We would jog and talk almost daily for the next couple of weeks. We were developing a nice friendship, which was fine by me. I enjoyed her company.

The first day of classes, I dropped my son at the school door and hurried home to slip into my jogging shorts and a t-shirt, eager to see my friend Linda again. Sure enough she was there when I arrived, just beginning her stretching and warm-up. I joined her on the track and we talked as we stretched. She complained to me that her husband was going to be out of town the next two weeks on business. \It\'s getting old,\ she said. \Sometimes I feel like I\'ve raised my girls on my own, he\'s gone so much.\

\I\'ve been there, Linda,\ I said sympathetically. \Getting downsized was actually a blessing.\

\Oh well, I guess we do what we have to do,\ she sighed as she got to her feet. \Let\'s run.\ After our usual 4 miles, we slowed to a walk and back into those conversations I increasingly looked forward to as part of my morning routine. The talk was innocuous, still mostly a get acquainted time. Linda was easy to talk to most days, and today was no different. After we\'d cooled and walked back to where we\'d started, she looked at her watch. \Dang it,\ she spat. \I\'m going to be late for a meeting if I don\'t get going.\

\See you tomorrow, then?\ I asked, much the same as I did every day.

\How about lunch later?\ she asked. \With Abby in school I\'m on my own, and . . . well, today I\'d like a little company.\

\Sure.\ I said. \I\'ve only got a little business to cover today. I can meet you about 12:30. But where?\

\Do you like sushi?\ she asked with a hopeful look in her eyes. \I\'m the only one in the house who likes it.\

\Same here,\ I chuckled. \They don\'t know what they\'re missing.\

\Yamamoto\'s at 12:30, then,\ Linda smiled. \See you there.\ She walked quickly across the track and toward her house and I stumbled back home for a shower.

The morning went slower than usual. The business that I had to handle was quickly covered with a phone call and a couple of emails and I was left to wait for the clock to inch its way toward the time to go. Linda was already seated at a table when I got there. She smiled at waved me over as I came in the door. She was wearing a grey skirt and a powder-blue sweater, I liked the color on her because it matched her eyes. Linda had put on a little extra makeup and was wearing a little string of pearls with matching earrings. I think it was the first time I\'d seen her dressed so nicely. \You look very nice,\ I said, now wondering if I should have dressed nicer than the jeans and polo shirt I\'d thrown on after my shower. Funny how even a small compliment can be taken in such a big way. Linda lit up into a smile and almost blushed. \Thanks,\ was all she said.

I really had no expectations about lunch. As far as I was concerned it was just lunch with a friend, and that\'s what it was. Linda seemed awfully glad for the company, and I\'ll have to admit that eating sushi with a friend was a welcome change for me as well. We sat and talked long after our meal was finished and our checks had been paid, and would have kept on talking except Linda\'s PDA beeped in her purse.

\Oh my,\ she chuckled. \Did you realize school\'s going to be out in a half hour?\

\Time flies when it\'s spent with someone you enjoy talking to, doesn\'t it?\ I mused.

\Sure does,\ she sighed. \Thanks for meeting me here. I really needed it, I guess.\

\Not a problem,\ I assured her. \Just let me know when you need it again.\

\I will,\ she said with a wink. \But for now we\'d better go get our kids.\

We walked out to the parking lot behind the restaurant. There were no other cars there but ours. Linda turned toward me, and I expected the usual goodbye, but instead she suddenly wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I was startled, but almost without thinking, I responded. Our tongues met and wrestled as the kiss escalated toward feverish levels, and then I felt Linda\'s hands grasping my buttocks, pulling me toward her as my rapidly engorging cock pressed against her flat stomach.

It was over almost as quickly as it started. Linda pulled herself away from me, looking nervously around the parking lot. It was still empty. \Race you to school,\ she giggled as she stepped toward her minivan, leaving me standing there wondering where this would lead.

I spent the rest of the day in a daze. Fortunately I didn\'t have to do a lot of work, so my mind was free to wander on the meaning of Linda\'s kiss and the unexpected direction my friendship with her had taken. My friendship with her hadn\'t started because of any physical attraction that I was aware of. On the other hand, there was something sexy about Linda - a combination of intelligence and humor, a smile that started with her eyes and lit up her entire face. I liked her the moment I met her, not so much because of her physical features but because of the kind of person she was. Just to mentally check if I\'d missed anything, I found myself cataloging her physical features. She was tall and lean, with a runner\'s physique. She wasn\'t busty at all. I would guess about an A cup from what I know about women\'s bra sizes. All-in-all, not the sort of woman I usually find myself ogling. Not to say she wasn\'t pretty. Linda had very pleasant features. She did appear to have a nice ass. A man has to notice such a thing when a woman in spandex running shorts does stretching exercises in front of him, but I\'m like most men, I see women\'s rears when they go by and note the ones that are nice looking. \If I were going to have an affair,\ I thought to myself, \I could see it happening with someone like Linda.\

Then my mind started to consider the possibilities. I\'d had a couple of affairs years before, but I knew they could destroy me, so I\'ve tried to be good. I hadn\'t been with another woman in over ten years, and never - neither before nor after marriage - had I been with a blonde woman. My imagination started me down the path, wondering if she was truly a blonde. Her eyebrows were pale, so I guessed she was. Then I wondered what her pubic hair was like. That led me to muse about what her pussy looked like, whether her inner lips and clit were prominent or shy, light or dark. I wondered if her nipples were large or small, light or dark. I was getting more curious about her naked body all the time.

Needless to say, I was distracted enough that my wife noticed it at dinner. I just mumbled something about \being off my feed\ and retreated to the bedroom to read a book while she watched TV for the evening. I had turned out the light and rolled on my side to face the wall when she came to bed. I guess she assumed I was asleep, but my mind wasn\'t letting me rest. All night long, I kept replaying the kiss in my brain, wondering where it would lead me next.

The next morning, I dropped my son off at school, then came home to change into my running clothes and headed for the park. I was just starting to stretch and get warmed up when Linda came to the track. She smiled and greeted me as if nothing was different. I tried to be that natural, and I guess I succeeded, but I was feeling very awkward about things.

Nothing was said at all as we ran our regular distances, and then walked through our cool-down laps. As we returned to the spot where we\'d left our things, the tension of it all was getting to me. Linda turned to pick up the sweatshirt she had discarded for the run, and then turned back toward me. \It\'s going to be a gorgeous afternoon,\ she said brightly. \What do you say to a picnic lunch?\

\OK.\

\Say, over there?\ She pointed toward a couple of picnic tables at the edge of the woods bordering the park. \You grab some KFC and I\'ll bring some homemade coleslaw and some drinks. By the way, I like white meat. Extra crispy.\

\Sound good to me\

\See you about 12:30 then,\ she said with a wave. Then she was walking away toward her house.

I headed home, hurried through my work and took a shower just in time to drive by the KFC for some chicken and biscuit meals before I went to the park. When I pulled up to the parking area close to the picnic tables, I noticed that Linda\'s SUV was the only car there. Linda was sitting on the farthest picnic table with a cooler beside her. She was wearing denim shorts and a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front. As I got closer, I noticed that it was unbuttoned much lower than her usual propriety allowed.

\Right on time,\ she said with a grin as I approached. \I have a surprise for you.\

\You\'re full of those lately,\ I said.

\I think you\'ll like this one,\ she giggled. Then, reaching behind her, she brought out a blanket. \Ta-da! I also found us a nice secluded place to spread this out. Bring the cooler and follow me.\

She didn\'t wait for my answer, she just bounded off the picnic table and scampered off down a trail toward the woods. My stomach tightened with nerves at about the same time my cock started to twitch at the sight of the rump that had made itself the object of fantasy last night. As I rounded a bend in the trail, I saw Linda waiting, half hidden in a clump of bushes.

\Through here,\ she said as she motioned to me. \I found a clearing back off the trail.\

I followed her closely. What little trail existed was narrow and low branches hung over it. Obviously not many people explored this side path. Linda and I went back a good 50 yards from the main route, until she suddenly cut through an even smaller opening next to a fallen tree. Suddenly we were in a fair sized clearing that had been left when the tree fell. Linda went to work spreading the blanket immediately. When she had done that, she sat down on the edge of the blanket and pulled off her sneakers and socks. I put the cooler and the chicken on the blanket, then sat close to her and did the same.

We ate our lunch and talked and I was feeling relaxed in her presence again. Linda really was a person I could talk to easily. When all the chicken was gone, she set the boxes aside and turned toward me.

\Now for dessert,\ she said with a grin as she walked toward me on her knees and pushed me onto my back on the blanket. Her lips met mine in a kiss every bit as searing and passionate as the one the day before. This time I didn\'t resist. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us onto our sides. The kiss deepened and continued as we pulled each other closer. Linda threw a leg up over my hip, an invitation for me to slide a thigh between hers. No sooner had I done that, than she began to grind her pussy against my leg.

Taking my clue from her actions, I rolled her onto her back, and lay beside her while my hand went to the buttons on her blouse. Her breathing quickened as I unbuttoned her shirt and exposed a white satin bra with a front clasp. When all the buttons were undone, I reached for the clasp between the cups and popped it open. I used my hand to push the cups out of the way. I could tell as I moved them aside that they were heavily padded. Linda, it turned out, barely had breasts at all, but her nipples were large, dark and puffy.

\I hope you\'re not disappointed,\ she said, biting her lip. \I\'m so small.\

I didn\'t answer. I merely leaned down and took one of her amazing nipples in my mouth. It hardened instantly. I began to suck on it, alternately swirling my tongue around it and sucking hard on it. Everything I did to her nipples seemed to make Linda moan louder and squirm more. When I bit gently on the stiffened bud, she threw her head back and groaned, \Yes!\ Had I made her climax just from nipple play?

In order to five the other nipple some attention, I moved between her slender thighs. She spread wide and wrapped her legs around my hips, grinding her mound against my cock through our clothes like we were a high school couple in a parked car. Just like a male half of such a couple, I started to move to the next phase. Sliding down and trailing kisses down her belly, I moved to the next target - the snap of her shorts. There was no resistance as I fumbled with the button and the zipper. In fact, she lifted her hips and pushed her shorts down for me, baring panties that matched the bra that was now hanging loosely from her slim shoulders.

\I have to taste you,\ I whispered as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. My cock twitched when I realized it was a thong. It was also soaking wet, as was the dense mat of long blonde curls that covered her mound. I finished sliding her shorts and panties down her long legs and off and then placed my hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs open. The wonderful smell that emanated from her soaking pussy was nearly overwhelming. My head was nearly spinning as I slid my tongue along her wet slit, starting from her hole and then upward between her meaty inner lips and across her clitoral hood. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer.

I ate her with gusto, but also teasingly. I wanted her to reach a high plateau and let her orgasm build strength before I let her have her release. When I felt that she was getting too close, I would concentrate on another spot. Several times I could hear her growl with frustration, but she knew what I was doing. I brought a hand up and slipped a finger inside her just enough to find that crinkled bit of vaginal lining that marked her G spot. Her moans of approval grew louder. Again I backed off slightly to let the force build. As her arousal grew even greater, she started to pinch and pull her own nipples, sometimes quite forcefully. When I decided the time was right to finally let her climax, I withdrew my finger from her pussy. Another growl of frustration met my ears, but I didn\'t give her time to ask for my finger back. Instead, I sucked her clit and inner lips all into my mouth and flicked my tongue over her swollen nubbin as I worked that pussy-slick index finger into her anus. Once it was in to about the second knuckle, Linda exploded. Her back arched and her hips lifted several inches as her arms flew out to her sides to clutch the blanket. A long loud moan escaped her lips as I hung on for dear life and rode out her climax with my head pinned between her thighs. As she began to go limp after her orgasm, I pulled my finger from her back door.

\You\'re the first man that\'s ever been there,\ she panted. \God, what you do to me. I hope you brought a condom. I\'ve got to have you inside me.\ I hadn\'t planned that far ahead, unfortunately, and apologized that I hadn\'t brought any \supplies\. Linda looked very disappointed.

\Dummy,\ she said with a laugh as she punched my arm. \Well, there\'s always next time. For now, though, I want to repay the favor.\

I didn\'t have to wonder what she meant. In a flash, her long fingers were attacking the button fly of my Levis and she was tugging at the waistband. I lifted my hips and helped her slide my jeans and boxer shorts down my legs until I could kick them off one foot. She didn\'t give me time to take them completely off. Her cool hand cupped my balls as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock and lowered her mouth to the head. \Nice!\ was all she said before engulfing me.

Linda\'s mouth was warm, wet and extremely active. If she had just concentrated on the head of my cock, I wouldn\'t have lasted any time at all, but she was everywhere. One moment, she\'d be trying to deep throat me, then she\'d only be flicking her tongue around the head. Next she would drop down and lick at my balls while jacking me off with her hand. Just when that began to feel too wonderful, she\'d hold my cock so it pointed straight up in the air and gave the shaft long licks with her tongue. She was moaning around my cock almost as much as she had been when I was eating her. All I could do was lie back and watch while trying not to cum too soon, which was a grave danger despite her obvious talent for prolonging a man\'s pleasure.

Every once in a while, Linda would turn her head and look at me with glassy eyes and whisper, \It\'s been so long . . . so fucking long,\ before she would resume her oral tour of my genitals. It seemed to last forever, like so many perfect moments do, but eventually my balls were drawing up tight like they do when I\'m getting close, and I knew that my climax was inevitable.

\I\'m getting close,\ I said. \Really close.\

\Mmmph,\ was all I heard, but suddenly Linda\'s mouth motions changed. She concentrated solely on the head of my cock, applying a little suction and swirling her tongue madly around and around the crown of my glans until I couldn\'t take any more. With a grunt, I began to unload my sperm in her mouth. She moaned and I could feel her swallowing it as it poured from me. There are times when I can tell I\'m pumping a big load because I can feel it flowing up my cock. This was one of those times. I\'d been aroused off and on since lunch the day before and had been rock hard since the kissing had begun and all the way through bringing Linda to climax, so I know I had built up quite a helping of jism, but Linda seemed to enjoy drinking it more than any woman I\'ve ever been sucked by (not that I\'d experienced that many).

As my climax ended, Linda held me in her mouth, gently sucking to catch every drop that she could. When I finally became too sensitive to let her continue, I pulled her away from my now deflating cock, which she let slip from her mouth with a slight pop.

\Wow,\ she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. \That was tasty.\

\I\'m glad you liked it,\ I chuckled.

\Like it?\ she laughed. \I loved it. I actually came again just from feeling you spurt in my mouth!\

She lay her head on my chest for a moment, then scooted up to kiss me deeply again. I could taste myself in her mouth. It was a new flavor for me, but I found it exciting. I could probably have started over again if she hadn\'t suddenly pushed me away.

\If you keep kissing me like that, I\'ll be late picking up Abby,\ she groaned as she checked her watch. \As it is, I\'ve got to hurry just to get a shower so I don\'t smell like sex when I pick her up.\ She leaned in to kiss my cheek. \And you better wash your face and brush your teeth.\ Linda hurriedly stood and slipped on her thong panties and her shorts, then rearranged her bra and rebuttoned her blouse. I got dressed, too. We shook out the picnic blanket and gathered everything up for our walk back to the parking lot.

When we got there, she looked nervously around as if to check for possible prying eyes, then kissed me softly on the cheek. \Tomorrow for a run?\ she asked.

\Definitely,\ I said with a smile. \Got to keep in shape.\

The next several mornings were rainy, and though Linda and I met and ran for our exercise, we didn\'t linger to talk much. It was well into the next week before the weather was pleasant again. Even then, that Tuesday morning was foggy. We enjoyed our run and our cool-down laps the same as always.

\This fog is supposed to burn off later and finally let us have a nice day,\ she said as we were gathering our things. \Ready for another picnic?\

\You bet.\

\Same place and time?\

\Sure,\ I said, my cock starting to rise just at the thought of our last picnic. \Chicken again, or something else?\

\I\'ll get us some subs,\ she told me as she turned to go. \See you for lunch!\

I hurried home for a shower before slugging through the pressing business of the day. While I showered, I thought about Linda\'s mouth on my cock, the way she covered every inch of my cock and balls with her slippery tongue, and I decided to do something I hadn\'t done for several years. Stepping from the shower, I grabbed my razor from the medicine cabinet, climbed back under the running water with my back to the spray and proceeded to lather up and shave my balls. Linda\'s tongue felt fantastic, but I was certain we\'d both enjoy it more if there weren\'t all those long hairs in the way.

My shower finished, I dressed and went to my home office to deal with a couple of pressing issues for my clients.

By the time I\'d taken care of my clients, it was nearly 11:30 AM. I realized that I had just enough time to run one necessary errand before meeting Linda for lunch at the park. I headed for the drug store and found the aisle with the condoms. Not having bought condoms since college, I was met with a befuddling array of choices. Thin, normal, ultra-sensitive? Lubricated or not? Colors? Ribbed? I chose a three-pack of lubricated Trojans that promised greater sensitivity. I did remember that condoms cut down on how much of my partner\'s inner walls I felt, and I didn\'t want to miss many of those sensations with Linda.

\11:50. Just time to get to the park,\ I thought aloud as I started the car and the dashboard clock lit up. I tried not to drive too fast through the residential streets on my way to lunch, but it was hard to be patient as I imagined what could happen after lunch. It turned out that I was the first to arrive. Slipping the small pack of condoms into my back pocket, I strolled toward the picnic tables to sit and wait for Linda to arrive, taking care to toss away the sack and sales receipt from the pharmacy. \Can\'t leave evidence,\ I muttered as I dropped them into the trash barrel.

I had just gotten settled on the picnic bench when Linda drove up and parked several spaces away from my car. She bounded out of her SUV with a bag from Subway in one hand and her purse in the other. She did a bit of fumbling trying to get the blanket out of the back seat and put her keys away. I was about to get up and offer to help her when she appeared to get it all under control and start strolling my direction. Today she was wearing a loose-fitting one-piece print dress, about knee length.

\You\'ve been waiting forever, haven\'t you?\ she asked nervously as she walked up to me.

\Actually, no,\ I reassured her. \I just got here myself. Can I carry something?\

\Thanks!\ she gushed, offering the blanket so I could take it off her arm. \I was afraid I\'d have to make two trips there for a while. Lead the way.\

I headed off along the trail in the woods, not quite sure where I was going. I was sure I\'d gone too far at one point, when Linda spoke from behind me. \That next opening on the right.\ Suddenly I was back in a familiar place, carefully picking my way back to the clearing made by the fallen tree. I spread the blanket, and sat down to pull off my shoes.

\Is the Italian Sub alright by you, or do you want this ham and cheese?\ she asked as she began digging in the bag she brought with her.

\Either one is fine by me,\ I said. \I just grabbed cokes and potato chips too. Is that OK?\ she asked. \I\'m sorry I didn\'t take the time to ask this morning.\

\It\'s OK, really,\ I said. \Honestly, my mind isn\'t really on food.\

She laughed. \Mine either, but I\'m certain we\'re going to need our strength.\

\I hope so,\ I answered with a wink. I took the Italian sub and my bag of chips and canned coke. We ate in silence. I think both of us knew that the food wasn\'t why we were here this time.

Once we were finished - and it was a surprisingly short time - we bagged up our trash and wordlessly moved into each other\'s arms, our kisses turning deeply passionate almost at once as we settled onto our sides on the blanket. I slipped a hand under the hem of her dress and slid it up the back of her thigh until it met the back of her panties, where I slipped under the leg band and cupped the cheek of her ass. She responded by grasping my already hard cock through my jeans. She broke our kiss and gazed at me with an expectant look in her eyes. I pulled my hand from under her dress and reached into my back pocket. Holding the condom packet up to her face, I said, \Is this what you were hoping for?\

If Linda\'s kisses were passionate up to that point, they were chaste in comparison to what came next. She not only kissed me, she pounced on me. I was knocked flat on my back as she crawled onto me, stretching her full length, pressing every inch of her body against mine. Rolling off me, she tugged frantically at my belt. When it was loosened, she went after the snaps of my jeans with the same ferocity. My jeans thus opened, she tugged downward at the combined waistbands of my jeans and my boxers. I lifted my hips to help her. She stopped once they were all bunched around my knees and knelt to suck briefly on my cock.

Pulling her mouth away, she looked up at me with a glassy-eyed expression and said, \Put that rubber on, quick. I need you inside me.\

As I fumbled with the wrapper and rolled the condom down my cock, Linda reached up under her dress and pulled off her panties, tossing them over to where her shoes were on the edge of the blanket. Then, lifting the loose-fitting dress over her hips, she turned and knelt on the blanket, facing away and presenting her ass to me. I could see how wet her pussy was and I couldn\'t wait to finally get my dick inside her. As I positioned myself behind her and took hold of my cock to aim it at her entrance, Linda reached between us and took over for me, angling my cock toward her pussy and pressing herself back until I began to slide into her.

She was so wet that I slid in easily. I was most of the way in when I felt my cock \bottom out\ in her. She moaned and I felt her wet walls clamp down on my cock as she began the first of many climaxes. I started to move in and out of her in long slow strokes that she met with gusto. Every time I pushed in, Linda would push back against me, urging me to push deeper. I tried to give her what she wanted.

I wanted this to last - Who knew if or when we\'d ever get a chance to do this again? - so I began moving in and out of Linda\'s pussy with slow full-length strokes. Linda responded by moaning almost constantly. When I had pulled back to where only the head of my cock was left in her pussy, it seemed like a sigh as if she was disappointed. When I was buried in her depths it sounded like a purr of contentment.

It wasn\'t long before she took charge of our lovemaking, pushing herself back against me, grinding her hips in circles and flexing her inner muscles. The sensations were incredible, and she accompanied it with a running litany of increasingly filthy language, encouraging me to even greater arousal and driving me along with her words and her moans and grunts.

I lowered myself to where I could kiss along her spine while we fucked. Every time my tongue hit a certain spot between her shoulder blades, she would get even wilder; the spasms in her pussy were evidence of that, so I kept licking that spot until she was practically screaming from the sensations.

Soon I reached under her and began pulling on a taut nipple, which brought a fresh wave of moisture from her cunt and caused her to cry out, \Fuck me! Make me cum all over your cock.\ I figured I\'d help her get there by reaching down and fingering her clit, but just as the thought entered my head I could feel Linda\'s fingernails bumping against my balls and knew that she had taken matters into her own hands. I concentrated instead on licking that surprise erogenous zone between her shoulder blades and pulling on each hard nipple in turn.

Linda\'s sounds during sex were nothing in comparison to the wail that came up from her when her orgasm overtook her. I don\'t know how I rode out her climax, but despite the frantic motion of her hips and the even more intense internal churning my cock was subjected to, I didn\'t climax with her. She seemed grateful that I continued thrusting myself into her depths at a steady pace as she came down from her high. Looking over her shoulder at me, she said, \Just keep fucking me until you cum. I love the way your dick feels in me.\

I nodded and continued to move my cock in and out of her as she kept pushing herself back to meet each thrust and ground her ass in a circle each time she was fully impaled on me. After a few more minutes that I wished could have lasted even longer, I felt myself approaching the point of no return and grunted, \I\'m ready.\ At this point, Linda spurred me on. \Come on, Bill. Cum deep inside me. Fill that rubber up!\ With her encouragement, I unleashed spurt after spurt into the rubber. I wished it could have been directly into her velvety channel, but it still felt wonderful.

Linda waited until I had quit thrusting and twitching in her pussy before she slowly pulled herself off my cock and lay down on the blanket. She propped herself on one elbow and smiled up at me. I was still on my knees, the filled condom still in place on my deflating rod, my balls wet with her juices. \Better get cleaned up,\ she chided me. \School\'s out in twenty minutes.\ Sitting up, she tugged the sticky condom off and mopped me up with a napkin from our lunch, then reached for her own panties and slid them up her slim legs while I stood and pulled my pants up.

When we were dressed, she rose to her feet and hugged me. \Thanks for a great lunch, Bill,\ she giggled. \Dessert was incredible.\

\See you for our usual run in the morning?\ I asked hopefully.

\I wouldn\'t miss it for the world,\ she grinned. \I love working out with you.\

We folded our blanket, gathered up our trash and walked back to the parking lot. I was pretty sure this sort of thing could happen again. I hoped it was soon.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Part 1 of Intense Love

\See ya.\ I called to my Asian friend Jenny.

\Bye Rain.\ She answered as she hurried back into her house.

Me and Jenny have been friends for eight years and now that we had graduated from college the world was our oyster. Jenny had a boyfriend and that night the three of us had gone clubbing. I tried to have fun but when we were dancing this strange man kept staring at us.

\He\'s got the hots for you.\ I teased Jenny motioning my martini glass toward the guy in black in the corner of the bar.

\Fuck you.\ Jenny laughed. \You know I got a man.\

\And he gives me all I need.\ I teased in a singsong voice.

\Bitch.\ She muttered and to revenge herself she started to make out with her boyfriend as he sat down beside her.

I rolled my eyes. Out of sheer curiosity I looked in the direction of the mystery man. He was hot, I had to admit. Even dressed all in black it matched his dark hair. I guess it was his eyes. They were this piercing green. The level of intensity that he was projecting in our general direction was overwhelming. I quickly looked away.

Slut, I thought good naturedly, Jenny was my BF and she was pretty it wasn\'t her fault if the guys never noticed me and I was still boyfriendless and a virgin.

Damn my plainness. I was so ordinary. Brown hair, brown eyes, a decent body but hell no one is perfect, right?

This was when I decided to bail and the three of us left the club.

Now as I walked to my car safe and sound half an hour away from the loud music I thought that now was the time for a major makeover. Maybe makeup, I thought as I leaned over the car to open my door.

I heard the crunch of gravel before I felt the iron band about my waist and the hand crushed over my lips.

Oh my god, was my first thought.

In the time it took me to form that thought I was being hauled off to another side street. There were no lights and no sidewalk just the horribly loud crunch of gravel. I began to struggle trying to stomp on the instep of the attacker\'s foot but he kept walking even when I did hit the mark.

His breathing was even and soft in my ear and I thought that he must be very strong. For all my bitching and insecurity I am not a small woman.

This fucker is going to have one huge fight on his hands.

\Slut.\ He hissed in my ear his lips warm and soft on the outer shell. \Makin\' out in front of your nice friend. What a bitch you are.\

Holy shit! He was the guy in the club. Somehow he had followed us here and thought that I was Jenny.

I began to try to speak through his fingers but my words were muffled and unintelligible.

He threw me down then. The gravel was sharp and cut my hands and knees through my pants when I fell. I tried to get up and run when his hand lashed out. \Please,\ I tried to say.

\Shut up, bitch.\ He snarled his hand in my hair pulling me up on my knees.

\I\'m not her!\ I managed to say through the pain and fear.

For that I received a stinging slap on my cheek. I tasted blood.

\Liar. Pretty, but a liar.\ He stroked my wounded cheek with a hand suddenly caressingly soft.

\Take me into the light and see for yourself.\ I licked my dried lips.

He paused for a minute as if deciding what to do then he pulled up on my hair so that I got up on my feet. His other hand clapped over my mouth. He led me to a dirty lamp at the end of the alley that had flies buzzing around it. The light was dim as he thrust me up against the wall his hand about my throat.

It took my eyes a moment to clear and adjust to the light. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

\Fucker.\ I chocked out.

He was even more beautiful up close. His black brows were arched, those green eyes were narrowed slightly as he studied my face. His other hand came up to wipe away the trickle of blood that poured from the corner of my mouth where he had slapped me.

\I\'m sorry, baby.\ His voice was husky and low. The rapist\'s edge to it had gone. \I didn\'t know it was you.\

\Please let me go.\ I felt pretty confident now that he would feel bad for his mistake and let me go. I would call the cops and warn Jenny, my day would be saved.

He kissed me then.

I almost wish he had slapped me again. His kiss scared me more. His lips were soft coaxing my lips apart to tease me with his tongue. I tried to move away I didn\'t like french kissing. The one guy who had done that to me mauled my face. But this guy was good. Sinfully good.

\Please no.\ I whispered.

\You\'re the one I wanted anyway. I was going to beat the fuck out of your friend and then come for you, my love.\ He was speaking through the kisses he bestowed on my neck.

He had released my neck and I began to struggle against him. Pushing at his solid hard chest was like shoving against a brick wall.

\You better stop that shit. Come on baby, I saw you look at me.\ His hands were on my ass literally lifting me off my feet with his incredible strength forcing me to lean back against the wall of the alley. He pushed my crotch into his hardening cock. \You want this.\ His voice was still soft and he was truly scaring me.

\I\'m not pretty enough for you.\ I blurted out and the words were true. Even though he had hit me that didn\'t make him less of a god.

\You\'re beautiful.\ He slipped a knee up to hold me against him leaving his hands free to roam over my small breasts.

\I\'m on my period.\

\So you\'ll be extra wet for me.\

\I have AIDS.\ Man, I was scrapping the barrel here.

\Right.\

I heard the scream of rending cloth as he ripped my tank top off me. Damn me for not wearing a bra. His mouth went immediately to my nipples. Despite the situation his mouth sent thrills through my body. I moaned aloud. No one had ever touched me this way.

He opened his black jeans pushing me up against the wall parting my legs.

\No, no.\ I moaned as his hand delved into my pants to stroke my shaven cunt. He kissed me again parting the wet folds of my cunt to finger my clit. I cried out in pleasure my body was being used to skillfully betray me.

What a fucker he was for knowing how to play me like a harp.

Before I was aware of it my panties were pushed down and cold air touched my hip. He came between my legs then. The soft wet tip of his hard cock was paused at the opening of my cunt. \Please,\ He surged in. I screamed then but his lips were on mine.

When he released me he just stayed there buried balls deep in me. He was hard, hot and throbbing. He had hurt at first but now that he was giving me a moment I was starting to enjoy the feeling of fullness, the scent of him in my nostrils.

\This changes everything.\ He whispered in my ear. Then I was past hearing as he bagan to pull out and then ease back in slowly. I have to give him credit he recognized that it was my first time and he wasn\'t just hammering away at me.

At least not until a minute later. He began to ride me harder and deeper my back slamming up against the hard cold wall of the alleyway. My moans mingled with his.

The heat that I had felt at his kisses went up my spine now like a fireball as he pounded me hard. I was cumming. All my muscles were locking up I felt my cunt clench his cock so hard he cried out in a mixture of intense pain and pleasure. The release I felt moments afterward was mind numbing. After a few hard strokes I felt him cum deep inside me.

He braced his hands on the wall with my arms about his neck my legs wrapped about his hips.

Oh fuck. I was just raped in an alley. His cum is dripping from my cunt. I\'m not on anything. This fucker could have AIDS.

\You shit!\ I cried out shoving him away feeling him slide out of my pussy. I was sore and raw. \Bastard. Do you have AIDS? I suppose you don\'t give a shit that you just came in me and I\'m not on anything.\ I was on the ground struggling into my torn shirt. I wasn\'t scared now. I was super pissed. Mostly at him but partly at myself too, I could have fought harder or at least screamed for god\'s sake.

When I stood up he was already dressed again. \Don\'t worry, baby. I\'ll take care of you.\ He reached out again to touch me but I knocked his hand away running like hell to my car.

The next day Planned Parenthood gave me the morning after pill and I decided not to go to the cops. How could they find him? I didn\'t even know his name.

Two days later I went over to Jenny\'s house where her parents were just leaving. It seems Jenny had been beaten and left in the alley by her house the night before.

I rode to the hospital following her parents in my car. She was going to be ok but she had broken ribs and several cuts and bruises. When I walked into her room Jenny looked at me. One of her eyes had a red mote in the sclera. Wordlessly she handed me a piece of paper and turned away from me.

\Jenny,\ She wouldn\'t even look at me after that.

I took the paper outside and in front of my car I read the note. It was sealed with a red wax seal and had my name scrawled across the top of the paper in bold strokes. The letter read thus:

Come to me in the alley tonight. This will never end for your friend if you do not. It will only get worse.

Love,

C.

Holy fuck.

What else could I do? I told myself for the millionth time as I stood in the alley below the dim lamp waiting.

I saw him then approaching me. As he entered the circle of faint light I saw that somehow he had grown even more handsome. He wore a blue T-shirt and blue jeans the muscles of his arms bulging, stretching the cotton of his shirt.

\What do you want?\ I came out with it. The words were driven more out of fear than boldness.

\You.\ He said just as simply only he wasn\'t afraid. I could see the arrogant glimmer in his green eyes. Bastard, he knew he was in control.

\Leave my friend alone.\

\Oh I will.\ He stroked my arm. The fine hairs raising up on the bare flesh. \Provided that you agree to my demands.\

\Fuck you.\ I spat out. What else does an animal do when it is trapped in a corner with no where else to go?

\In good time, my love.\ He grabbed my jaw rubbing his thumb over my lips. \I want you to be mine. Only mine, Rain.\

My eyes widened in shock as I realized that he knew my name.

\I\'ll keep beating your friend. And when that gets boring I\'ll come to your house and beat on your family. Wait for you in your room. You know, the one with the white lace curtains and the walnut desk in the corner. I\'d love to fuck you in your own bed. Feel that tight cunt milking my cock. I dream about you, Rain.\

I shook my head in denial. I couldn\'t speak.

\I know you dream about me.\ He whispered his lips touching mine softly. He backed away then releasing me. \So, what\'ll it be?\

\You just want me for your whore.\ How could this be happening to me? How Jenny be in the hospital because of this man? What the fuck was I to do?

\Not my whore, Rain. Never that. I want permanence, fidelity, virginity.\ At the last word he arched one black brow. \Everything you can give.\

\No.\ I said firmly.

He spun around on one heel and went marching off into the night. Shit! \Where are you going?\ I asked catching him by the arm. I felt the steel tendons flex underneath his velvet skin. He never paused in his stride.

\I\'m going to fuck with your friend a little bit. Maybe I\'ll cut off her oxygen. Yeah, that sounds pretty good.\

\No, please.\ I begged pulling on his arm.

He stopped turning to face me. We were in public now on a main street lined with brightly lit shops. Inside there were carefree people, people who didn\'t have to bargain for the life of their friend.

\I\'ll be with you.\ I whispered.

A slow easy smile curved his lips. He slung his muscled arm about my shoulders kissing my cheek. \Why don\'t you introduce me to Mom and Dad?\

\I don\'t even know your name.\ My heart lay as a stone in my breast.

\Cullach.\

We were headed in the direction of my house. \I\'ll do anything to keep you, Rain, because I love you so much.\ He kissed the bruised side of my mouth licking the small scab. His words turned me on made my cunt clench in remembrance. \Say you love me.\

\I love you, Cullach.\ I was asking myself if that was a lie.

What else was I to do?

Part 1 of Banished to Purgatory

\What the fuck is going on here?!\ screeched my wife, Bethany.

Although my head whipped around to see her and my father-in-law, Benjamin, standing in the doorway, and even though I had time to glimpse their open mouthed astonishment, I had just started spurting the contents of my tightened balls into the hot welcoming pussy of the household cook. Jenny was kneeling on the bottom of her apron, her voluminous arse hoisted high while I was crouching behind her with my hands gripping her lollopy tits and using them to pull myself as deeply as I could into her clenching depths.

Sprung, big time!

Jenny pulled away from me and my cock was suddenly free but still spurting, coating the backs of her raddled thighs as she scurried away to stand and cover herself. Since I had only thrown her dress up over her back and pulled the top of her dress down to get at her big blowsy tits, it took no time at all. If she knew I was at home, she never wore panties or bra knowing I was always randy around her and she was always ready for a quick shag. The final drops fell on the flagstones as I slowly stood, pulling my pants and underwear up from my ankles.

I turned to face the door. Benjamin, tight lipped, growled, \My study, now, young man!\ He put his arm around his sobbing daughter, turned and left.

Jenny was leaning against the bench wringing her hands. I did my best to reassure her. \I\'ll tell them that I forced you and this was the first time.\ I pointed my finger at her. \Stick to that story. The master forced you, OK?\ She nodded, and gave a little sob. She understood that I knew how important the job was to her at her age. I grabbed some hand towel and pulling my cock out gave it a bit of a wipe to prevent more damage to my underwear.

Entering the study, I was welcomed by a freezing atmosphere. Bethany sat on a lounge holding a wet handkerchief to her mouth and tears were still rolling down her very pretty face. She looked up at me as I entered and just glared. Benjamin was sitting behind his huge mahogany desk also glaring at me.

\Right, Derek, what have you to say for yourself? That was a most disgusting scene Bethany and I witnessed. You were rutting like a wild animal! Well, lad, well?\

I stood before him like a chastened schoolboy. \I have no reasonable explanation, sir. I went to the kitchen and there was cook on her knees cleaning a spill. Common sense deserted me and I made free use of her there and then.\ Seeing his jaw drop, I hastily added; \She in no way encouraged me and I had to use brute strength to subdue her. I threatened her with dismissal and she reluctantly complied.\

Renewed sobbing from the couch suddenly erupted in anger. \Why her? Why did you want to put your thing into her when you have me? Answer me damn you!\

I turned and looked at my wife of eight months. She was tall, slim, beautiful even in her misery and anger. She was a successful model and had the best of schooling including and exclusive Swiss finishing college. To most men she was a walking wet dream. But, not to me - to me she was sexless. Bethany\'s once a week conjugal visit, lights out, no foreplay, no sucking, licking or seconds, her very low libido was the complete opposite to mine. I had to imagine Jenny with her big broad tits, her eager puss, big haunches and round belly to even get off with my wife. I had to lay there in the dark and listen to her scramble to the en suite to thoroughly douche herself to rid herself of unwanted semen. Pregnancy was the most undesirable state she could imagine. Being of reasonable good looks, tall and distinguished, I had been just an ornament to her at the many social events I was forced to attend. I had become miserable.

\I made a promise to your poor benighted father that I would look after you. I allowed you to marry my only daughter, and this is how you repay me, you low swine?\ Benjamin\'s voice had risen and his anger was palpable. My father had been one of the victims of the Lloyds crash and had taken his own life rather than face the enormous bankruptcy that resulted. His schoolboy chum had taken me into his extremely successful business and introduced me to his darling daughter. I had advanced in business and gone backward in love.

\I want nothing more to do with him, Daddy,\ whimpered my wife. \Get rid of him.\ So saying, she rose and stumbled from the room.

Benjamin looked after his daughter as she left and subsided into his oak and leather chair as if deflated. Finally, he looked up at me still standing before his broad uncluttered desk. \I\'ll organize a swift divorce irreconcilable differences. I just wish I could boot you out the door because that\'s all that you deserve you ungrateful pup. However, because of my promise to your father, I will send you to one of my smaller businesses and you can languish there for eternity for all I care.\

Which is why, two days later, I ended up at a small fishing village on the west coast miles from anywhere. It seems Benjamin had a canning factory there that didn\'t look as if it were doing that well from the minimal amount of research I had been able to do before I was shown the office door. I had felt guilty that I had let him, and my father down and instead of pissing off to warmer climes, accepted my punishment and my banishment in the hope of redeeming myself. I certainly did not have the wherewithal to up bags and leave.

My grandiose title for this minor enterprise of the huge Goodhew conglomerate was Assistant Manager. On a cold, drizzly afternoon, I alighted from the lumbering old bus and looking around, spotted a whitewashed low slung pub. There did not appear to be any such thing as a hotel or motel. The gentle slope down to the docks was lined either side with similar whitewashed low slung buildings and through the murk I could just make out a sharp inlet with boats bobbing at buoys. A two story building with a sign proclaiming it to be the Goodhew Canning Factory was at the end of the cobbled street.

I hefted my two suitcases and trudged through the sleet to the welcoming lights of the pub. I pushed the door open and was met by the fug of cigarette smoke, damp and the smell of beer. The low hubbub of conversation stopped as all faces turned toward me. Putting my suitcases down, I shrugged my coat off and put it on the hat rack next to the door. I guess my attire of smart suit, button down royal blue shirt and Oxford tie urged the occupants into whispered speculation. Bending a little due to the low height of the ceiling, I made my way to the small bar and the dwarfish wizened old man with a pipe hanging out of his mouth who presided.

\And what can I do for you, young man. Are you lost? Motor broken down?\

\No, nothing like that. Firstly, I\'d like a pint of your ale, if you please. Secondly, do you have accommodation or is there something nearby?\ Silence greeted that followed shortly by some amused guffaws.

\Er no, young man, nothing like that for forty miles. Why do you need accommodation? This is a working village, not a tourist trap. There\'s just us old farts who\'ve been here all our life just getting by.\ The old man drew me a pint and placed it before me.

I could feel eyes boring into my back as I took a swallow of the bitter brew. I could feel the dozen or so occupants leaning towards me as I placed the glass on the bar. \Benjamin Goodhew sent me to be the Assistant Manager at the factory.\ Gasps all round. I turned and looked around. \Is there some problem?\

They all looked at each other and then one of the old guys at the back spoke. \Benjamin bloody Goodhew has never ever been here. Just takes the profits and doesn\'t re-invest. A few more years and there\'ll be no factory, and for that matter, bugger all village!\ There was general consensus by nodding and shouts of \hear, hear\. With shrugs of shoulders, they all turned back to each other and began low conversations sprinkled with words like \whippersnapper\, \fucking Goodhew\, \bloody end of us for sure\, and so on. I guess they were less than impressed with the importance of my arrival. Given their animosity, there was no chance I was going to let on that I was Benjamin\'s soon to be ex-son-in-law.

I turned back to the bar. \So there\'s no accommodation to be had at all?\

\None,\ he paused, \that is unless somebody wants ta board ya. Maybe one of the widows. Maudie Biggs, how about you? I\'m sure the young gentleman can pay well, ain\'t that right, mister, er, mister .?\

\Derek, Derek Leigh-Mallory.\ That attracted some guffaws. While such a name was common where I came from, I guess there were few hyphens in this neck of the woods.

I had assumed that all the occupants were mail but in the corner of the room, a big bulky figure with white hair stood and made its way toward the bar. Ruddy faced, with a figure indistinguishable beneath bulky clothing but handsome in a way, she stood in front of me and barely came to my shoulder. \I\'m Maude Biggs, and I do have a room that I can let you have.\ Enormously grateful, I grinned and I guess the pearly whites against my Gstaad ski slopes tan did the trick. She grinned too and her amazing blue eyes sparkled in the low light.

\I\'d be most grateful, ma\'am,\ I said.

\Finish your beer and we\'ll be off. You must be starving after that long trip.\ So saying she led me out of the now silent pub and down the street to one of the low slung houses about five up from the factory. Ducking my head, I entered the cottage and Maude turned on the light. A cosy sitting room with a fireplace set with a large electric faux coal appliance glowed and the room was warm. At the rear of the room was a kitchen area and two doors led off the main room. She showed me through the rear door and into a quite spacious room with a single bed and a wardrobe. Everything was neat and clean.

\Thank you, this is great. Um, where to I shave and shower?\ I said, looking around.

Maude let out a huge bellow of a laugh. \Bless you young man. We have no luxuries like that. We wash at the sink in the kitchen and you can shave using the mirror on the window sill. We have electricity only because of the factory. It wasn\'t that long ago that we had oil lamps and coal fires. I\'ll fix you something to eat and then to bed with you. You\'ll want to start early in the morning.\

So, after a really tasty stew, it was off to bed and immediate unconsciousness in the soft bed.

Next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon and donned a t-shirt over my sleeping shorts and opened the door. I was taken aback by the sight that greeted me. Maude had her broad back to me, a slip down around her waist. She had one arm raised and was using a washcloth on her underarm. From side on I could see a very large zeppelin-like breast. She shifted to the other arm and then one by one, gathered up those immense, lily white breasts and washed under them. I had erected massively at the first sight and started to throb as she made each breast in turn point outward to wash under them. I gasped and she turned toward me dropping her hands as she did so. My eyes were riveted to the huge breasts with their burgeoning red nipples. My shorts were tented and uncomfortable. I licked my lips and looked up into her twinkling blue eyes.

\Now don\'t tell me a well set up young man like you has never seen a pair of tits before. You probably have but not on an old tart like me, eh?\ She eyed the tent in my shorts. \Got you going though. It\'s probably just a piss hard on. The lavatory is just outside the back door.\

A bit shame faced, I went through the door, completed my ablutions, urged my erection to subside and returned in time to see Maude place a huge plate of eggs and bacon on the kitchen table. She had dressed in some sort of shapeless smock with \Goodhew Canning Factory\ on a label above her left breast. I was positive she wore no bra because given what I\'d seen, if she had, they would have stood out a mile. Saying that she had to get to work, she grinned at me and left me to my breakfast. I washed, dressed and wandered down the street to the factory.

I entered a side door and saw a long shed with three long benches. About thirty women stood processing fish on one, lobster on another and prawns on the third. All conversation stopped as the women looked me over in my suit and tie and all I could hear was the whirr of the roller belts. Maude detached herself from the middle bench and came to me. She pointed up the stairs and gave me an encouraging smile. As I went up the stairs, conversation resumed.

I entered a two room office area. The outer area contained a middle aged grim faced woman poring over a pile of papers. The door to the inner office opened and shortish man of indeterminate years shuffled out. He was wearing an old cardigan with food stains and judging by his pasty face and tired demeanour, I guessed he was dying of some cancer or other. I later found out that I was right.

\Leigh-Mallory is it? Jim Fletcher. I\'ve had a letter from Mr. Goodhew. Come with me and I\'ll show you around. Lord knows I could do with the help.\ And one of the kindest, most remarkable men I\'ve ever met took me under his wing and was exceedingly grateful that I absorbed everything he told me and gave him the respect he was due. He explained the good bits, the bad bits and the bits in between. What was clear was that although the factory did maintain a small profit, it had been declining for some years. It seemed all of the produce was labeled for a large supermarket conglomerate and they had locked the factory into a long term price that was now unreasonable while they made the big bickies. Obviously some head office nonce had negotiated a stupid contract. I just hoped it hadn\'t been me.

At three, all noise below had ceased. The woman in the outer office had donned a coat and stolen away while Jim and I talked. At five, we locked up and headed up the hill to the pub. His gait was slow. Outside the door, we shook hands, he wished me well and then went home and died in the night. I had a couple of pints at bar and then made my way to Maude\'s cottage. She greeted me with a grilled fish dish, a smile, and questions about my day. She read a book while I pored over paperwork I had brought with me. Before she went to bed she advised me that a more casual look would earn me more respect both at the factory and the pub.

Next morning, I again awoke to the smell of bacon. The dirty little boy in me leapt out of bed in the hopes of seeing those breasts but was soon disappointed. She was sitting at the table fully dressed. After eating, I divested myself of the t-shirt and stood at the sink to shave and wash. As I was washing, Maude came and stood behind me. In the mirror, I could see her twinkling blue eyes as she asked if I needed help washing my back. Mutely, I handed her the wash cloth and she began to run it over my back and then under my arms. It was when she reached around me to run it over my slim muscular torso that I became aware that she was breathing hard. Not only that, I could feel her breasts against my wet back. I erected immediately.

I heard her mutter; \We\'d better wash this too.\ Then she pulled my waistband out with one hand and swooped with the wash cloth and firmly grasped my rigid manhood. \Oooh,\ she whispered, \that\'s a fair size young Derek, much bigger than my Bert\'s.\ I stood there stunned as she pulled the wash cloth out and threw it in the sink only to return with both hands to massage and stroke with the occasional caress of my now tightened balls. \Tell me I shouldn\'t be doing this. Tell me to act my age, young Derek.\

Maude tightened her hands and skimmed the pre-cum off my slit with her thumb and I let out a strangled gasp. \You keep doing that and you\'ll have an accident on your hands, dear Maude.\

\What? You\'d cum for an old biddy like me? Dear oh dear.\

\Maude, drop the old woman bullshit. To me you are a very sexually desirable woman and not the first lady of middle years that I\'ve shared some mutual pleasure with. I appreciate the more mature rounded figure and you have one helluva a figure.\

She giggled like a girl. \Prove it. Give me a table ender before I go to work. I haven\'t had a shag in years. Make it quick though. Here, I\'ll get my tits out if that turns you on.\ And so saying, she lifted her Goodhew Canning Factory smock up over her head and threw it on the kitchen chair. Her wonderfully brazen tits lifted with the action and started to bounce. She gripped them and then tweaked her arrogant nipples into prominence. \Come on then, young Derek, let\'s be having you.\

Maude turned, dropped her panties and leaned on the table, conspicuously parting her sturdy legs and waggled her big broad behind at me. I could see the parting of the ways, her big lips hanging and dripping lubricant. I bent my knees, positioned my rearing prick and slid the head in. Reaching around her broad back, I gathered up her mighty bazooms and slid my cock deep into her hot welcoming depths. She gasped out loud. \Good gawdy Miss Maudie, he\'s big and beautiful. Fuck me lad, fuck me, I\'m dying for it.\ And I did, fucked her hard and thoroughly, through three big orgasms I\'m proud to say, before I totally lost it big time and fired salvo after salvo into her juicy cunt. We stood there shivering with the intensity of it before she stirred and squeezed me out of her still clutching vagina.

On the way down the hill to the cannery, we learnt that Jim would not be with us again. On the way down the hill to the cannery, I learnt that there were several other \'girls\' on the line that would appreciate a visit from me. That had me salivating at the thought. Most of the ladies on the line were fishing widows, or left alone for long periods of time.

During the day, I phoned my soon to be ex-father-in-law, found out that the contract with the supermarket chain would be void if the cannery was sold, got it sold to me for a piss ant amount and had several computers sent. The grim old dear in the front office decided to retire and one of the younger widows from the floor volunteered to work there. She turned out to be a natural and was not beyond the odd cock sucking and a table ender when in the mood. Over a period of time, the village prospered as I set up a co-operative with the townsfolk. We did well because we had the best produce in the land and sold only to the high end of the market. Younger people came to work, the pretty village became de rigueur on the tourist scene and modernization took place, to some extent.

However, that first night in Maude\'s bed set the scene for years to come. I lay there, my head resting on her soft pillow as big broad Maude, her hands clenched in my chest hair rode up and down on my steely cock, her lovely blue eyes twinkling merrily while groped her massive hangers and latching my greedy hot mouth on her big maternal nipples. After cumming a blast, she licked and sucked me clean and then rigid, tit fucked me between her gorgeous breasts and finished me off in her lusty mouth. As we lay there entwined, she ticked off the names of about a dozen of her fellow workers who she\'d lined up for me to fuck with the admonishment that I would have to wake up in her bed. I had a wonderful time with a bunch of extremely eager, well fed and upholstered ladies whose maturity allowed the raunchiest of couplings with some of what they wanted surprised even me. Even a three in bed romp with Maude happened on occasion.

Did I regret the day my wife found me rove up the family cook? Not on your Nelly. Paradise or what?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Dancer

Anyone who walked into the club and caught sight of Shelly pole dancing just had to stop and stare. I mean, the woman was absolutely spectacular. Dark-skinned, the color of freshly roasted Jamaican coffee beans, with long jet black hair - hers, not some wig - full breasts, tapered waist, curvaceous hips and an ass to die for! That woman had some serious junk-in-the-trunk. She was the real deal and she knew it. So what was she doing in this dump?

Shelly and I met well before the time they renovated \'The West\', and even that\'s gone now. It was just a tiny neighborhood bar back then, but it was one of the best places I knew. It had the friendliest and prettiest bartenders in the city and they didn\'t overcharge or water down their drinks.

Shelly wasn\'t the only girl I\'d befriended in the bar. The head barmaid, Ingela, from Sweden, eventually went online and was featured in a documentary about the adult industry held at the Javitts Center. I loved Ingela just the way she was but she saw herself differently. Her breasts were never big enough for her.

\Bullshit!\ I\'d say to her.

They were perfect.

After their first augmentation she proudly displayed them when I walked in the door:

\G\'ordy! Look!\ The accent was definitely Swedish.

Up came her top to cheers and whistles from the other patrons.

\Aren\'t my two girls purr-fect?\ she asked, laughing and waiting for my reaction.

Purr-fect? Maybe that\'s where her \Dream Kittens\ concept came from.

\Yes Ingela, they\'re beautiful, but they were beautiful before.\

But Ingela wasn\'t satisfied.

No sooner had she healed than she went back under the knife again. The next time I saw Ingela, her breasts were humongous. All I could think about was how, in the future, she\'d have back problems and would need to go for a reduction. But it was not my back and not my problem, so I didn\'t say any more about it.

Anyway I wasn\'t really interested in Ingela or \'the girls\'. I was only interested in Shelly.

Initially I was just a \'mark\' to the dancers at the bar. \'Marks\' are prey. The object of the game is simple: to make the \'mark\' think that the girl is interested in him - and I mean really interested. Like she wants to go home with him, or at least check out the short stay rates at motel.

The idea was to get him to tip her lavishly while she\'s onstage and buy her drinks when she\'s offstage. To play him against other guys so that there\'s a bidding war going on, keep his attention, get him drunk and empty his wallet. When the wallet\'s empty, move on - but only after she lets him know that she can\'t wait for him to come back - with a full wallet.

So that\'s how it was initially. I was a \'mark\'.

Shelly knew she\'d caught my eye as soon as I walked into the bar. She smiled and the place lit up like sunshine through an open window. She knew a good thing when she saw one - I was one of the only \suits\ in the joint. It meant that I had money in my pocket and that I wouldn\'t try to grope her when she approached me for drinks.

Funny thing was, as soon as we started talking, she was the one in trouble. Game plan shot to shit. I was actually nice to her. Well spoken. Attentive without being pushy. Generous with the tips but not stupid.

And I listened.

What\'s the old saying? \God gave you one mouth and two ears so maybe you\'re supposed to listen twice as much as you speak.\ I was a good listener. Suddenly she\'s talking to me about real stuff - her family, her life, where she came from - the whole nine yards. Not quite ready to give me a phone number but happy to accept one - letting me know when she\'d be back and what other clubs she worked.

\Will I see you again, Gordon?\

Yes Shelly. Yes you will.

We\'d been drinking together for several hours. We both liked our vodka on the rocks with lime. It was one of those days when drinking with me was preferable to getting on stage. The place wasn\'t empty but the patrons were less than desirable - mostly Hispanic laborers from the local factories, Dominicans and Puerto Ricans. Dirty hands and dirty mouths. Always looking to \cop a feel\ and not willing to tip.

\Let me see jor poo-say bee-tch! Jeu wan my moe-nay den I wan to see jor poo-say!\ they\'d say in a loud drunken slur.

Shelly needed money too, but not from them.

\I could really use your help Gordy,\ she said in hushed tones. \I\'m just not making ends meet.\

\Let me think on it, OK? \ I wanted to make sure that it was me talking, not the liquor.

\I\'m going to be at that club I told you about in the Bronx on Friday. I don\'t have to work that late. Maybe we could hang out afterward?\

By that time I had her phone number.

\OK. I\'ll call you to confirm.\

The place in the Bronx, on the Westchester border was, to say the very least, interesting. It was actually two clubs side by side. On the one side was a regular topless bar and on the other was an all-nude club without alcohol. The dancers would work alternate shifts on both sides of the club. The bouncer would stamp your hand so you could patronize both without additional cover charges.

It was the first time I\'d seen Shelly completely naked. Now that I\'d seen her like this, I wanted - no - I needed more, and she knew it. Smart gal. It pays to advertise!

It was after 2:00 AM when we checked into the Lincoln Motel, a typical hot pillow joint. We sure did get a lot of stares though when I checked us in at the front desk as Mr. and Mrs. So what if this young chestnut-skinned beauty was with this older white dude! Shelly and I acted more like a married couple than my ex and I did. There was already an easy familiarity about us, as if we\'d been together for a very long time. As we checked in we were cool - very cool - but it was molten lava by the time we got into the motel room.

Ever see beads of condensation running down the glass on a sweet chocolate milkshake? That\'s what it looked like when she stepped out of the shower. All she had on was the towel wrapped around her hair. She moved across the room with the deliberateness of a panther stalking her prey.

Seated on the couch I looked up as she straddled me. I licked the droplets off her breasts, holding the nipples in my mouth. Dark round buttons that stiffened and swelled on the tip of my tongue. She pulled my head back and kissed me hard - open mouthed - thrusting her tongue deep - searching me - reaching between my legs for my already hard cock and sliding it into her shower-wet cunt. I started to protest but she put her hand over my mouth:

\I\'m just giving you a taste, lover!\

She produced a condom, waving it before my eyes. She tore the wrapper with her teeth and popped the rubber into her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, teasing me out of her pussy, she stood then knelt between my legs and put the jimmy on with her tongue.

\See? All safe now, big boy. But it sure felt better without it!\

Shelly pushed me back on the couch, sliding me back inside her almost in the same motion then fucking me into oblivion.

Somehow we\'d made it from the couch to the bed and I awoke with her fast asleep in my arms. God she felt good. I felt her soft, warm breath on my chest - the gentle beating of her heart - the heat of her womanhood pressed against my leg. I remember thinking how natural, how right that moment seemed.

Shelly\'s eyes opened and I saw the fire in them.

I kissed her sweet lips, then the supple curve of her neck, running my tongue down into the fragrant valley of her cleavage, then up the sides of her breasts, taking her vermilion nipples into my hungry mouth. She moaned as I ran my tongue down her belly into her navel and again as I continued toward the obsidian-hued portal of pleasure. I ran my hands underneath her ass, lifting her to my waiting lips. I pushed my tongue into her wetness, probing deeply.

Shelly\'s head thrashed from side to side as her moans grew in intensity.

Up and down, side to side, in and out, again and again I plunged my tongue into her honey pot, tasting the sweet nectar of her inner recesses. I probed every inch from her clit to her ass and back. I ran my hands from her ass cheeks to her soft inner thighs, running my thumbs up her sopping wet slit. I gently opened her auburn lips and flicked my tongue rapidly on the engorged clit.

She spent copiously then reached down pulling my head from her delicious delta and licked every drop of her juices from my face.

Reaching down, I stroked the head of my swollen cock between her slick lips - her hips thrusting up to capture me. Every nerve ending in my dick was ablaze as I felt myself slide into her. The woman seemed possessed. She pounded her pelvis into mine, not simply matching me stroke for stroke but demanding more - so much more! She pushed me up and rolled me onto my back. Suddenly I felt her grab my dick with both hands as she swiftly moved her mouth to replace her pussy.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock while pumping and rotating her hands up and down the shaft. As she moved her hands further down I watched, amazed as inch by inch of my manhood disappeared down her throat. Shelly swung her legs over my face and I tongued her like a hound dog lapping water after a 10K run.

I placed my thumbs on either side of her hidden treasure, gently opening it so that the tip of my tongue could flick rapidly on her hot button. Lifting her off, I reversed my position. Shelly \'cow-girled\' me, guiding the head of my prick into her waiting hole. This time she was totally in charge.

She began circling my rod with her slick velvety cunt, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow and deliberate, the head of my cock emerging momentarily only to be plunged mercifully back into the warm wet darkness. Shelly had her hands on my chest, her fingers running through the thick dark-reddish hair there. She grabbed fistfuls of my fur, pulling and tugging, using it like the reins on a galloping stallion.

I felt the tightening - the tingling in my balls, so I reached around, grabbed her ass and pulled her hard onto my throbbing pole. Shelly must have felt me swelling inside because her whole body began to shudder. I felt her suddenly suck in hard as her body stiffened. She began pumping my dick furiously. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she slammed herself into me over and over.

We exploded at the exact same instant, a beastlike growl emerging from some recess deep inside me as I spewed the contents of my sack into her innermost hidden realm. It felt as though I was a fountain, pumping into her as our juices splashed together, finally gushing from her pussy down our entwined legs. With a deep gasp she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me to her as I felt the after shocks begin - grunts of satisfaction rolling from our lips like celestial music.



Fast forward several years.

Ups and downs. Frustrations. Arguments. Missed events, lost moments, misread signals, several separations, sometimes lasting for months. Still, there\'s nothing like \'make-up\' sex.

We were still feeling each other out after a prolonged absence, seated in a restaurant - not one of our usual haunts - taking in a couple of vodkas before dinner. Soft jazz played in the background, barely discernable over the buzz of the conversations around us. I knew Shelly had something on her mind, I just didn\'t know what direction it was going to take.

Right before coffee she excused herself to the ladies room. Sliding back into the seat on her return, she reached across the table, handing me something she\'d balled up in her fist. Silken lace - still warm and faintly moist. She gestured for me to inhale its fragrance.

\Think I still want you, you big jerk?\ She leaned across the table displaying her ample cleavage and smiled wickedly.

I slipped her panties into my pocket, and felt their effect instantly.

\How the hell am I supposed to walk out of this restaurant with a pup tent in my pants?\ I asked. She just laughed.

As we drove back to her place she held my hand - not unusual in itself, but it was a conciliatory gesture, an, \I don\'t want to fight with you anymore,\ kind of thing - more than she\'d given me emotionally for some time. Something had changed.

I always loved walking behind her when climbing stairs because the view was spectacular - even better this time because her panties were in my pocket. And she knew I was watching, the showoff.

This time it was no holds barred, nothing held back, balls-to-the-wall sex. We were in perfect synch that night. When we were \done\, lying there in her canopy bed, drenched in sweat, she spoke.

\Gordy, feel my heart.\

I placed my hand in the valley between those perfect breasts. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

\Do you have any idea what you do to me? I can\'t fake that you know. Do you love me Gordy? Do you?\

There was a pleading in her voice that I\'d never heard before.

\I love you Gordon. I didn\'t want to but I do!\

\That\'s OK Shelly, I understand. I\'m very lovable.\

I tried to make it a joke but it simply wasn\'t funny. I rolled over just in time to see the tears.

\I\'m sorry baby,\ I whispered gathering her in my arms, \I\'ve missed you, too, and yes - I do love you.\

Like I said, there\'s nothing like make-up sex, but something had definitely changed. Our relationship was entering uncharted waters.

\I have plans for us for Friday night, so you\'re going to have to make it. And plan on staying late.\ Shelly said bluntly.

It was a cross between \matter-of-fact\ and \you\'ll do this if you know what\'s good for you\. Shelly smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

\Dress up or dress down?\ I queried.

\Up. You need to pick me up about five-thirty - six the latest. We\'re going to hit traffic.\

Friday night - late summer. The days were getting shorter but the nights were still warm and comfortable. Shelly was wearing a crimson gown that blessed every curve. Probably spent hours in the salon. Hair coiffed. Makeup impeccable. She always looked good, but this was something else.

\Head toward the city,\ she said emphatically. \Go down the west side.\

The traffic was awful. I could see she was visibly upset.

\Don\'t worry baby,\ I said, trying my best to calm her. \Wherever we\'re going, we\'ll make it!\

\Oh Gordon - you don\'t understand. They\'ll leave without us if we\'re late.\

\Who?\

\Never mind. Just drive!\

When we got around midtown she finally relaxed.

\Turn into the parking lot over there,\ she pointed.

\No way, baby! Dinner cruise around Manhattan!\

\I got the tickets weeks ago. Are you surprised?\

\Surprised doesn\'t cover it, sweetheart. Thank you! What\'s the occasion?\

\The occasion, my love, is US! We don\'t need an occasion.\

Planned spontaneity? Shelly\'s whole attitude had changed. Little gifts - calls in the middle of the day. It was a side of her I\'d never seen before.

On the cruise I saw envy in the eyes of other men, flashes of anger from black couples. Shelly saw it too and stared them down.

\Don\'t fuck with me or my man!\ That look said it all.

The slow dances were the best. Shelly\'s crimson-clad figure shimmering in the semi-darkness - the thigh-high slit in her gown playing peek-a-boo with those gorgeous gams. Intoxicating scent - head nestled on my shoulder - little kisses on my neck. Was there anything else I could have asked for? Shelly took my hand, guiding me off the dance floor. We walked around the ship until she found a secluded corner. Leaning over as if to stare out toward the skyline, she shifted her gown so the slit was facing back:

\Come close and cover me,\ she whispered.

She guided my hand into the slit. No panties. I ran my hand over the supple curve of her ass then between her legs. Very hot and very wet.

\Do me with your fingers - now!\

It was an order. I checked to see if we were alone. Sliding my fingers along her nether lips, I felt her body stiffen as I gently rubbed the hooded jewel. I plunged several fingers into her waiting pussy. She pumped hard against them until we heard footsteps. I withdrew my hand quickly as she turned, asking me to light her cigarette.

The waitress smiled as she squeezed around us in the passageway. Had she seen anything? Did it matter? Shelly took my hand bringing my sticky fingers to my lips.

\Suck them!\ she demanded.

I licked her juices off my fingers. Salty. Sweet. Her woman scent filled my nostrils.

\I need you tonight baby,\ she cooed. \I can\'t wait until we get back to my place.\

I couldn\'t wait either. I don\'t think I ran any red lights, but we did make incredible time back to the Bronx.