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Elaine grabbed Kendra’s arm before they entered the clinic. She looked around before hissing, “I thought we were going to see an Ob-Gyn…”

 




more stories on Adult Blog Directory Kendra shook Elaine’s grip. “I’ve seen an Ob-Gyn. This is the doctor. You know, The Doctor. I’m getting rid of it. Jeez, Elaine. What did you think I needed? My hand held in the waiting room?”

 

Elaine’s eyes narrowed. “You could’ve just been honest.”

 

“This is my decision. I don’t need anyone else telling me what to do.”

 

“Jesus, Kendra. I agree with you. It’s your decision. But before you make it, you should at least be informed. It’s traumatic for God’s sake. ‘Getting rid of it’, as you so eloquently put it, doesn’t sound like a considered opinion to me.”

 

“I’ve had plenty of time to think it over.”

 

“What’s the rush? You said you were at six weeks.”

 

Kendra swallowed. “Ten weeks.”

 

Elaine shook her head. Mostly to herself, she mumbled, “Why am I here?”

 

“Look. Sorry, okay?” The sad look Elaine had seen the night before flashed across Kendra’s face again. “I’m scared. All right?”

 

Elaine thought maybe Kendra was three-dimensional after all. This was a hell of a way to find out. “Just tell me what’s going through your head.”

 

“I’m too young to have a kid. I have no idea who the father is. I can’t afford it. And I don’t like babies. In that order. Satisfied?”

 

Elaine sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

 

“Can we go inside?”

 

“No.”

 

“No?”

 

“I want to give you a hug first.”

 

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The experience Kendra endured was one Elaine didn’t want first hand. After they hobbled up the steps and inside to Kendra’s bedroom, Elaine doled out two painkilling tablets and fetched some water. After supervising Kendra taking the pills, she tucked her in bed fully clothed. Kendra insisted Elaine go to class. Fifteen minutes later there wasn’t much Elaine could do. Kendra was out like a light.

 

Reluctantly Elaine left her roommate, spending the afternoon worrying about possible complications and all the unwanted children in the world. She just wanted to get back to the apartment and make sure Kendra was all right.

 

Arriving home late in the afternoon, Elaine knocked softly before opening Kendra’s door. She was still asleep. Elaine didn’t wake her. Instead she decided to make spaghetti, Kendra’s favourite dish. While the sauce was reducing, Elaine made some notes for the assignment that was due after the weekend. By the time Chelsea came home Elaine was back in the kitchen, stirring the sauce. Chelsea asked where Kendra was and Elaine told her.

 

“Is she all right?” Chelsea asked.

 

“I think so.”

 

“Is that spaghetti I can smell?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Yum.”

 

Chelsea flopped in front of the TV in the lounge room while Elaine got dinner together. She wasn’t sure how Chelsea might react when Kendra told her about the termination. Maybe that was why Kendra hadn’t told her. Or maybe Chelsea did know but simply couldn’t take Kendra to the clinic.

She shook her head and wrinkled her nose remembering the events of the day.

 

While waiting for Kendra, Elaine thought she’d enquire about getting a blood test. The whole idea of asking someone to check if she had a clean bill of health ‘for sex’, made her very nervous. But she’d gathered up the courage to ask the secretary about it and the next minute she’d been whisked into an examining room. Elaine had snagged an appointment with a weedy doctor who’d had ‘an unfortunate cancellation’. Elaine had wondered who the unfortunate one was, as the unfamiliar man had poked and prodded her, drawn her blood and made her pee in a cup. He’d even called her a ‘good girl’ for doing it.

 

She was glad she didn’t have medical fantasies. The whole experience would have been a real downer.

Still, she’d get her results the next day and could pick up the written report before the weekend.

 

Spooning out the spaghetti, Elaine made a small serving for Kendra and took it to her room. She woke her and placed the bowl on her bedside table. Kendra thanked her but rolled over, saying she wasn’t hungry. Elaine left it there anyway, quietly suggesting Kendra yell out if she needed anything.

 

Returning to the lounge room, Elaine joined Chelsea and ate in front of the TV while some crazy show was on. Elaine’s mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about Kendra and also about the paper she had to write. Not the one for school, the one for Gary. About ‘being submissive’.

 

As soon as Elaine was done eating, she retired to her room to ‘study’ and got started right away. It didn’t take her long at all. She just wrote from her heart.

 

‘What does being submissive mean to you?’   By Elaine Milanovic

 

To me, being submissive means wanting to please someone ‘for myself’. I am the one who benefits. It is ‘my’ basic need that is being fulfilled. The thought excites me unbelievably. To know someone so well, to trust them so much… I ache to be able to look into his eyes and tell him, ‘I will do anything for you.’ The freedom of my submission beckons to me through a thick fog, just out of reach. I can almost taste it.

 

I am inexperienced. But I’m not stupid. Consciously or unconsciously, I’ve chosen not to get wrapped up in the meat market of nightclubs and college life. I stand by those choices and I don’t regret any decision of importance in my life. I’ve been instilled with a respect for authority that permeates my being. My father being military had much to do with that. Succeeding is important to me and I have been thinking lately that I am more self-disciplined than I thought. I am serious and thoughtful. I do well at school and I like to think ‘my head is screwed on straight’.

 

And yet I am considered to be kinky. Or at least ‘my thoughts and desires’ are. I don’t understand it. I can’t see how ‘pleasing myself’ is wrong when it’s safe, sane and consensual. It just doesn’t make sense.

 

All my life I’ve tried to be pleasing. I’ve been ‘good’. I’ve been what my parents wanted. I haven’t been in trouble with the police and I haven’t been a young, unwed mother. I’ve tried to make them proud. And yet, I haven’t been perfect. I’ve caused them heartache and worry. I was a normal teenager. But I’ve survived. I have a good reputation.

 

I have a better imagination.

 

I’ve realised fairly recently that I like to masturbate. A lot. The images I have in my mind are extreme when compared to most people. ‘Being made love to’ is not my sole desire. I do desire romance and I want it desperately, but that’s not all. I want more. Much more. I don’t want sex to take five minutes. I’m quite sure a five-minute fuck could be mind-blowing. But not all the time. And I don’t want it to be a chore. I want it to be passionate and I want it to be hot. I want to explore what is possible and I want to be pushed beyond what I’ve imagined.

 

I want to be able to let go.

 

I need to trust. And communicate. I need to know I am truly cared for and that my needs are important. I want to know whether I am doing well or not. I need to make ‘my man’ happy and I need to know I am succeeding. I want to truly and actually adore him. For he ‘would’ be mine in my submission, just as I would be ‘his’ in his Domination. I want to trust him implicitly and I want to allow myself to be what my Dominant wants, while at the same time be taken to where, in his heart, he knows I want to go.

I want to be able to submit myself to his will. I want to be free to do as he asks. I’ve thought about this a lot, and not just while masturbating. Most of what I see as ‘humbling myself before my Dominant’, is desirable to me.

 

Smiles.

 

I want to be his. And I want to be considered. I want communication and I want my sexuality to be expanded for his and my benefit. I want to rely on him and I don’t want to feel guilty about it. Not because I am ‘easily led’, but because I want a genuine partnership.

 

I want to find the safety and the structure within which I can be free. Free to be me. Free to become whoever I wish to be in the future. I don’t know what I’m capable of doing or being. But I know I belong. From what I’ve read, from what I’ve experienced, and from how it makes me feel, I know that submission is what I want.

 

So to me, submission is an expression of my freedom. It gives me the opportunity to openly communicate my needs in a safe and structured environment. It means knowing and trusting someone so much. And it means pleasing someone who can fulfil my needs. But most of all, it means choosing. Choosing who I want to be, choosing how I submit, and choosing into whose knowledgeable hands that I will deliver myself.

 

Elaine sat back in her chair and sighed. She hated writing things without researching. But she’d written all she could think of then edited it three or four times. She hoped he liked her answer and that she hadn’t said anything wrong. She just tried to be honest. She knew that things might not work out with Gary. She had to keep reminding herself that this was just the first step on what might be a long journey.

 

She bit her lip as she pressed ‘send’, then turned her attention to her journal.

 

The first thing that occurred to her was, ‘What a day.’

 

So she wrote it down.

 

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“Grins.”

 

Gary’s message popped up on Elaine’s screen giving her a fright. She’d been concentrating hard, working on her Metaphysics essay due next Monday. At least her term paper due Friday was done. “One moment, please,” she typed, saving her work and closing windows.

 

“Sure.”

 

Within a minute she was ready. “Hello, Sir,” she typed, adding a smile.

 

“Hello, Elaine. I just got done reading your answer to my question about being submissive. I think you are just about ready.”

 

“Ready for what?”

 

“For the presidency. What do you think? For the weekend, silly.”

 

“Oh. I’m sorry, Sir. It’s been a a strange day.”

 

“I’ll say. Though I would have thought it was somewhat depressing after reading your journal.”

 

“A bit. It’s just a bad situation, I guess. Bad all round.”

 

“Let’s talk about it.”

 

So they did. Elaine talked about everything that had gone through her head that day. As the opportunity to unload opened in front of her, she began to smile. Gary listened and took it all in. He added his own opinion and they talked things through. They had comparable outlooks on sex, contraception and the abortion issue. They had both assumed correctly that the other was of a similar mind, though they were glad they covered the subject. And they both enjoyed seeing how the other’s brain worked.

 

About an hour later the topic had been exhausted and Gary said, “A lot of this could go in your journal, you know.”

 

“I never know what to put in it and what to leave out,” Elaine replied.

 

“Well, in real life, you would have my undivided attention to tell me all about your day. Every day, a time would be set-aside for you to do that. During that time, you would be encouraged to tell me not just ‘what you did’, but how you thought about it and any questions that might have arisen about any aspect, or indeed any subject at all. Your journal either replaces or augments that time.”

 

“Augments?”

 

“There is no reason why you couldn’t keep a journal for the rest of your life if it suited you.”

 

“I see. It’s a work in progress.”

 

“I’m sure it will take shape as you realise and explore its benefits.”

 

“So it hasn’t displeased you.”

 

“Not at all.”

 

“I should just work toward using it more effectively.”

 

“You can work toward using it however you like. Once you’ve met the basic requirements, the sky is the limit. That’s the point.”

 

“Could you tell me the exact basic requirements please, Sir?”

 

“Haven’t I told you?”

 

“I don’t think so.”

 

“The basic requirements are to outline the happenings of your day and any feelings, thoughts, needs or desires that they provoked.”

 

“Oh. I think you did tell me that.”

 

“Smiles. In the future, more things may be added such as any rules or instructions we’ve decided on, or any delayed reactions to discussions we’ve had. I think we communicate pretty well already, so as long as those basic requirements are met, I can’t see any reason why you can’t just enjoy your journal and do with it as you wish.”

 

Elaine read Gary’s words a couple of times. She was surprised by how laterally she was thinking. She wondered if Gary would catch her wavelength. “A bit like D/s.”

 

“Hmmmm,” he sent.

 

Elaine smiled to herself.

 

In no time Gary was typing again. “Yes, a bit.” He sent a smile. “D/s is the same in that if you meet your Dominant’s basic requirements, then you move to the next level, and so on and so on. If you get a match, then the world is your oyster. The trick is in taking the time to find your match. When your boundaries and limits converge and you can assume correctly what the other wants and needs, then yes, you are truly free to do anything within those boundaries and limits.”

 

There was something Elaine hadn’t understood. “What do you mean by, ‘the next level’?”

 

“Well, they loosely equate to ‘friend’, ‘boyfriend’, ‘serious boyfriend’, and ‘married partner’. They are: your Mentor, your Trainer, your Dominant, and your Master. From my point of view, it’s my ‘mentoree’ which I don’t think is a word, then my trainee, my submissive, and my collared submissive.”

 

“Where am I up to?” Elaine wondered if the question was appropriate, though not until after she’d sent it.

 

“I’d say there is still a lot of mentoring going on and a fair bit of training. We have a long way to go.”

 

“Is it normal to ‘like’ the idea of having something to aim at? Like a career path?” Elaine smiled at her words and sent the face with its tongue poking out.

 

“I like that. A career path.” He sent back a smile. “I don’t know if it’s normal. I’ve never really thought about it. I like that you like it though.”

 

“Grins.” Elaine was feeling better already. “Can I ask you something else, Sir? I just thought of it.”

 

“Sure. Fire away.”

“Well, you said something like, ‘I expect you to better yourself in all things’. I was just wondering what you meant by that.” She bit her lip. What she was really wondering was, ‘What happens if I fail?’

 

“I’m pretty sure that isn’t what I said.”

 

“I might be wrong. It was something like that.”

 

“I think what I said was, ‘The DESIRE to better yourself in all things is one of my expectations’. It’s ‘desiring’ that is important, not necessarily succeeding.”

 

“Oh, yeah. I remember now.” Elaine sent a blushing face. “And I think I said, ‘I can do that’.”

 

“Nods softly. If you don’t have the desire to succeed and the desire to be pleasing to the one you choose, then there is no point.”

 

Elaine thought for a moment. “Can I rephrase my answer?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“I want to do that.” She sent a smile. “I ‘want’ to succeed and I ‘want’ to try to better myself. In all things… but particularly in pleasing you.” She sent the blushing face again.

 

“I think you are doing fine.” He sent the face with the big grin.

 

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The next morning it was like nothing had happened.

 

Elaine wondered if Kendra was okay, but she didn’t say anything. She seemed all right and even said so when Chelsea asked. Kendra didn’t mention anything at all and in fact averted her eyes every time Elaine tried to make contact. She was being vague as usual, but Elaine thought it was an act.

 

Chelsea casually asked Kendra, “So what’s wrong with you?”

 

“Woman’s problems, you know,” Kendra replied.

 

“Well, as long as everything’s okay.”

 

“Yeah, fine.”

 

Elaine was looking daggers at Kendra. She couldn’t work out why there was such secrecy.

 

“All right. Well, I have to go,” Chelsea said. “I have a test this morning and I don’t want to be late.”

 

Elaine asked, “How did your interview go?”

 

“Pretty good. They want me to start tonight and do lunch tomorrow. Then, if it works out, we’ll discuss hours.”

 

“Congratulations,” said Elaine. “You’ll make a good waitress.”

 

“Thanks, but I’ve done it before.”

 

“Oh.   I didn’t know.”

 

Chelsea winked.

 

“Who am I gonna party with?” asked Kendra.

 

Elaine rolled her eyes and Chelsea laughed, asking Kendra, “Don’t you have a date tonight?”

 

“I think I’m going to cancel,” Kendra replied.

 

“That’s not like you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

“Nothing a day’s rest won’t cure.”

 

“Okay. Then take it easy. I’m going now. See you both later.”

 

“Byeee.”

 

As soon as the front door locked, Elaine asked Kendra, “What’s going on?”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“You know what I’m talking about. Why are you keeping it a secret from Chelsea? What’s the big deal? I don’t get it.”

 

Kendra sighed. “I just want it to blow over.”

 

“Well, thanks for telling me. I’m not sure what I can and can’t say.”

 

Their eyes met and the sad look crossed Kendra’s face again before she said, “Sorry.”

 

It took Elaine by surprise. She felt like a bitch. “I’m sorry, too. I’m being insensitive.”

 

“No, it’s my fault. I should tell you I guess.”

 

“Tell me what?”

 

Kendra crossed her arms defensively. “I didn’t tell Chelsea because I promised her I’d keep the next one if I got pregnant again.”

 

“Again?”

 

“That was my third termination.”

 

“Jeez, Kendra.”

 

“Yeah, I know.”

 

Elaine shook her head. What could she say? Should she state the obvious? “I suppose the doctor gave you all the risks.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Okay.” Elaine figured Kendra was kicking herself enough. She didn’t need Elaine kicking her too.

Their eyes met again and Elaine realised Kendra was about to cry. She pulled her chair closer to Kendra’s and they hugged.

 

And Kendra burst into tears.

 

Elaine held her and stroked her hair while Kendra sobbed. Elaine wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but she knew a friend in need when she saw one. Kendra held her tightly and was rubbing Elaine’s back and before Elaine knew what was happening, she felt uncomfortable. The touching was becoming too familiar and she started to pull away when Kendra pulled her close and kissed her right on the lips. Tears were still falling down Kendra’s cheeks.   Their eyes met briefly before Kendra tried to kiss Elaine again.

 

“No,” Elaine said firmly, holding Kendra back. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but ‘NO’, okay?”

 

Kendra blinked and reached for a tissue. She blew her nose and repeated herself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

Elaine stood up and cleared the table. “Is that what you always say when you’re trying to avoid facing up to something?” Kendra didn’t answer right away. Elaine looked at her from the sink. “Well?”

 

“Well, what? I just got carried away. I thought you liked me.”

 

“I do like you. But Kendra, that doesn’t mean I want to kiss you. Whatever’s going on, you should tell a person before you start kissing them.”

 

“I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again.”

 

“You bet it won’t. I don’t think of you that way.”

 

Kendra burst into tears again. Elaine handed her the tissues and rubbed her shoulders, standing safely behind her while she blew her nose again. “You’ve had a tough time. Just relax. Everything probably feels weird and kind of unreal at the moment. It’s probably the painkillers.”

 

Kendra sniffled and nodded.

 

Elaine had to get out of there. She had classes, but she just wanted some air. “I won’t say anything to Chelsea, okay. Not about any of this. You should go back to bed. I’ll check on you later.”

 

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

 

“Don’t worry about it. Just promise you’ll try to be a bit more honest with me. We could be friends you know.”

 

“It’s harder than you think sometimes.”

 

Elaine shrugged. “It’s up to you.” She grabbed her backpack and an apple. “I gotta go. Get some rest.”

 

“I will.”

 

**********************

 

Elaine was in the library when her cell phone rang. A few people gave her dirty looks, but she answered it anyway. It was Gary. Hearing his voice was heavenly. She was almost dumbstruck but she managed to ask him to wait for a moment while she gathered her stuff together and hurried to the exit.

 

She sat on a wooden bench in the sun just outside the door. “I can talk now,” she said breathlessly.

 

“It’s nice to hear your voice.”

 

“I was just thinking the same thing.” She could almost see him smiling.

 

“I’m calling to warn you that Leah is going to call you in a minute if that is your wish.”

 

“Leah?”

 

“My ex.”

 

“Oh.” Elaine started shaking. She’d forgotten all about that.   “Right.”

 

“I told her I’d call her back and give her your number if you still wanted to talk to her. I got a message to her through some mutual friends. Well, kind of ex-friends. I don’t see them much any more. But they’re still in touch. So what do you think? Do you want to talk to her?”

 

“I… I don’t know…”

 

“I guess it depends on what you wanted to ask her. Not that I’m trying to wheedle it out of you. You can ask her anything.”

 

Elaine was sure he was smiling now. She could definitely hear it. “I… I just wanted to know if you’d be willing to share her number. I thought, you know, you might act weird about it or something… Oh, I don’t know, it was Kendra’s idea actually. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to her.”

 

“It was a good idea.”

 

“I guess.”

 

“Well you found out, didn’t you?”

 

“Yes. I suppose I did.”

 

“Then she helped.”

 

Elaine looked around quickly and lowered her voice a little. “Yes, Sir.” Just saying the words thrilled her.

 

“Oooo, in public. Very risqué of you, Elaine. I don’t suppose now would be a good time to tease you a little, would it?”

 

“Not before talking to your ex.” She could feel the heat in her cheeks. She whispered, “I mean, please, Sir.”

 

“So you want to talk to her?”

 

Elaine hesitated. “Yes.” She wasn’t sure what to say to her. Her mind was rapidly going blank.

 

“I’ll let her know. I’ll give you ten minutes to talk to her then call you back.”

 

And he was gone. Elaine pressed ‘call end’ and stared at her phone, trying to remember what she was going to ask.   She didn’t have time to remember. Her phone started ringing almost straight away. After pressing the call button, she held it to her ear. “Hello? This is Elaine.”

 

“Hi, Elaine. This is Leah.”

 

She sounded nice.

 

“Nice to um, meet you, I guess,” said Elaine. “Sorry if this is inconvenient.” She sat up straighter.

 

“Not at all, I’m glad to hear Gary is hooking up again.”

 

“Um, about that…”

 

“It’s fine,” said Leah. “I have no secrets. I married the man who was right for me. I’m incredibly happy and I don’t mind if the world knows it.”

 

“I’m pleased for you.”

 

“If I could take back what I did to Gary, I would. He’s a wonderful Dom and an amazing lover. He’ll take good care of you.”

 

“Then why?”

 

“Why didn’t I marry him?”

 

“I’m sorry, yes.”

 

“It’s so cute that you’re nervous. Are you a newbie?”

 

“Yes.” Elaine swallowed.

 

“He’ll be perfect for you. He talks a lot and makes you talk too. He’s an excellent communicator. I miss that sometimes. But anyway, I’m a bit closer to what you might call a ‘slave’ than a submissive. I don’t have limits in the same way subs do. The thrill of doing as my Master commands, of being entirely at his disposal, is what drives me, and that wasn’t the kind of relationship I had with Gary. While I was with him, I was happy… and God, I mean he’s so beautiful to look at. I wanted to have him. He was ‘a catch’, and going places… My vanilla side was talking. The trouble was, my limits weren’t being pushed. You know?”

 

“He wasn’t tough enough on you?”

 

“Yeah. Something like that. It was only as the wedding got closer and closer that I started freaking out about it. I should have called it off weeks earlier.” Elaine heard Leah sigh before continuing. “But, as fate would have it, the Master who let me go years earlier wanted me back. He was the one I dreamed about. He was the one I needed. So when he called on the day of the wedding, I went to him.”

 

“I understand.”

 

“Gary is one of the good ones. You’re in good hands.”

 

“Thank you for calling and reassuring me.”

 

“You’re welcome. I better get back to work.”

 

“Thanks again, Leah.”

 

“Good luck, Elaine.”

 

Shaking her head, Elaine was about to put her phone away when it rang again.

 

“Took you long enough.” Gary chuckled.

 

“We didn’t talk for that long.”

 

“I’m just teasing.”

 

“Hey! I asked you not to do that.” Elaine giggled.

 

“Not till after you were off the phone to Leah.”

 

“Nitpicker.”

 

He chuckled. “So is everything off? Do I cancel the royal visit?”

 

“Of course not. You knew she’d give you a glowing report.”

 

“Well, I didn’t exactly do anything wrong. Somewhere along the line she stopped talking to me. Next minute she was gone. I just thought it was wedding nerves. Everything else I found out later.”

 

“I think you are both better off.”

 

“Yeah, but you’re biased.”

 

“Why am I biased?”

 

“Because I make you hot.”

 

“Sir!” Elaine looked around. She hadn’t realised how loudly she’d spoken. She whispered, “You’re making me blush.”

 

“Awww. Then your pussy must be getting wet too. Is it?”

 

Elaine swallowed. She was breathing harder. “Yes.”

 

“I like it when you blush. Do you want me to call you names now, Elaine? Hmmmm?”

 

“I… I don’t know.” She had a sense of déjà vu before Gary interrupted the thought.

 

“How wet is your cunt?”

 

He made it hard to breathe.   “It’s… It’s getting wetter.”

 

“Are your nipples hard?”

 

“Very.”

 

“Can you see them through your top?”

 

Elaine looked down and gasped. “Yes!” She looked around again. No one was paying her any attention. She squirmed a little. This was sweet torture.

 

“Don’t forget you are not allowed to masturbate before the weekend.”

 

“So not fair,” Elaine said breathlessly.

 

“Slut.” The smile in his voice was unmistakeable. But so was the firmness. It made Elaine shiver and her thighs clenched tightly together. It was going to be a long week.

 

She whispered, “I can’t wait to see you, Sir.”

 

“I’m pleased you are eager.”

 

She loved pleasing him. It struck her every time he said it. “I want to please you.”

 

“Then be a good girl and meet me online at nine tonight. I might have a surprise for you.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“And no fucking yourself.”

 

“No, Sir.” She answered like the demand was a normal one.

 

“Good girl. I have to get back to the horses. Talk to you tonight.”

 

“Yes, Sir.” And he was gone again.

 

For a few minutes Elaine sat on the bench outside the library, calming herself. She marvelled at the ease with which she slipped into subspace with Gary. Or was it his ability to take her there? Or was he simply teasing her and she’d misunderstood the whole situation?

 

No , she thought, feeling the throb of her nipples slowly dissipating. They were still hard. And her panties were wet.

 

He knows exactly what I want, and he’s going to give it to me.

 

It was time to go to class. Time to concentrate.

 

She smiled.

 

She wasn’t hopeful.

 


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Wolf Lover

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Twenty-three years-old Samantha Brook’s light green eyes shot open and she quickly sat up in her sleeping bag, looking around her tent rapidly. After a moment she sighed deeply and shook her head, running a hand through her long black hair. She had just had the most confusing nightmare of her life, and it seemed terrifyingly real.

She glanced at her watch sleepily, which lay beside her. It read 7:36 AM. Yawning, she stretched her arms above her head before slowly climbing out of her sleeping bag and slipping some jeans on. She had slept in black silk panties, a baggy white t-shirt, and socks. She removed her shirt and replaced it with a forest-green blouse, slipping a brown hooded sweater over. She slipped on the pair of old shoes she had brought, and stepped out of her tent.

Samantha had always loved the mountains. Ever since she was a little girl she had camped up in them several times each year, at first with her family, but as she got older she started to go by herself. She felt at home amongst the trees and the brisk air, with none of the smog and crowds of the city.

This camping trip was her last for the year, and she planned to make the best of it. She was going to stay up in the mountains for two whole weeks, all by herself. It was heaven. No annoying co-workers, no over-protective family, just her and miles and miles of forest.

She glanced around. It was incredibly foggy. She could barely see anything farther away than thirty feet. She shivered as she felt what she thought was a pair of imaginary eyes on her. Shaking it off, she leaned back into her tent to dig through her bag for breakfast, fishing out a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. She found a butter knife as well and made herself the simple breakfast of a peanut butter sandwich.

She sat down on a flat rock as she ate, staring into the foggy nothingness that surrounded her campsite. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that while it was nice having a bit of solitude, she wished she wasn’t alone.

As soon as she finished, she stood lazily, thinking a morning walk would be a nice start to the day. She headed down a path she had taken many times over the years, mostly because it ended at a small lake.

As the leaves and twigs crunched beneath her feet, she was reminded of how alone she was. The only sounds were her footsteps and the occasional chirps of birds. She jumped as she suddenly heard an entire tree branch snap and fall. She stopped, looking around, trying to see past the wall of fog that blanketed everything. As far as she knew, no large animals inhabited this mountain range. So what could have made that sound?

She shrugged it off and kept walking. Soon she could just barely see the edge of the lake, and she hurried to its edge, sitting on a small boulder, glad to be in a slightly more open area. She turned to face the water, the lake looking eerie in the fog. She froze as she heard a soft, muffled footstep behind her.
She quickly turned in the direction of the sound, but there was nothing there, just the trees. But when she turned back to face the lake, she instead found herself staring into a pair of bright gold eyes.

She gasped, leaning back slightly. The creature in front of her was wolf-like in appearance, with a long muzzle ending with a black, wet nose and pointy, furry ears. Its body was covered in black fur, and it had a black wolfish tail that was slowly waving back and forth, as if wagging in slow motion.

The distinctive thing was that this creature stood upright on its hind legs, with its forearms ending in clawed hands. The creature’s bone structure was a mix of human and wolf, so that if it wished it could drop to all fours and walk as a regular wolf did.

The creature’s expression and posture suggested he was attempting to dominate Samantha. He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on the rock she was sitting on. His movement caused her to fall onto her back on the flat rock, which unfortunately for her was a sign of submission.

Samantha’s breathing had very quickly become panicked and desperate. She had no idea what this creature was or what it wanted, but she knew that she wanted to get out of there.

The wolf suddenly leaned down, its muzzle near her breast, and he took the fabric of her sweater in his teeth, tearing it with little effort, doing the same to the blouse underneath it. He was clearly irritated to find her bra in his way, and he practically yanked it off, tossing it with his muzzle to the ground.

Samantha suddenly felt very vulnerable, and she crossed her arms over her breasts instinctively. His hands came up and took her wrists, dragging her arms over her head and pinning them to the rock.

He leaned down, and touched the tip of his long tongue to one of her nipples, starting slowly licking the hard nub.

Samantha couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped her throat at the wolf’s actions. She weakly struggled against his hold on her wrists. The combination of his warm, wet tongue and the chilly mountain air was driving her crazy.

He soon switched to her other nipple, giving the same attention as the first. He let go of her wrists, and she didn’t try to push him off her as his hands snaked their way to her waist.

She was lost in her pleasure, and she paid no attention to his hands until she heard the sound of the button of her jeans popping and felt them being pulled down her hips. This brought her back to her senses briefly, and she attempted to remove his hands from her waist, but his sharp growl made her return her hands to rest on the rock.

He tugged her jeans down her legs and off of her, throwing them off into the trees. With a brief tug, he snapped her panties off and threw them to the ground.

Samantha was now completely nude, and she felt her face heat up. She felt a bit absurd as she found herself hoping he liked what he saw.

The wolf suddenly pressed the tip of his muzzle to her lips, and she parted them in a soft gasp. He took the opportunity to gently let his tongue explore her mouth, in what could be described as a form of kissing.

Samantha didn’t try to stop him, although her eyes widened as she felt something long, hot, and hard brush against her inner thigh. She had already assumed the wolf was male, but now she knew for certain.

She felt more than a little ashamed, as she was more turned on than she ever been in her life. Her cunt was wet with anticipation, and she let out a little moan as his cock brushed against it.

The wolf grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach, and he was pleased as she hesitantly spread her legs. Samantha felt a bizarre mix of pleasure and pain explode as he quickly thrust his cock into her glistening cunt. A loud cry escaped her lips and her eyes shut.

The wolf wasted no time and began to pump his cock in and out of her wet pussy, his clawed hands gripping firmly as he leaned over her, his body covering hers. Samantha’s soft cries and moans were constantly filling the air.

Samantha clenched her hands into tight fists, bucking her hips in time with his thrusts, already lost in the lustful rutting. She had never felt this way during sex before. Without ever realizing it, she had started murmuring, “Oh, please…please don’t stop…God, this feels so good…”

Her breasts were scraping against the rock beneath her, but that only aroused her more and her entire body felt like it was on fire. Her moans became louder and louder to the point where she was practically screaming. The walls of her cunt clamped down tight on his cock, trying to pull it deeper inside her.

The wolf rapidly began to pound his cock into her, the thrusts shaking her entire body. Low grunts escaped his throat with each thrust, as his lust drove him to shove his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, eager pussy.

Samantha writhed in ecstasy as her first orgasm hit her, and wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body. She cried out, pleading for more as his hips slammed against hers over and over. The wolf was close, and after a few more minutes, he howled as his seed spilled out of his cock into her cunt, the pleasure accompanying it driving him wild.

His warm cum in her sent Samantha into her second orgasm, and she clutched at the rock desperately as her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. He rested his body gently on top of hers, partially supporting himself with his hands, his cock swelling and preventing him from withdrawing it for at least ten minutes or so.

After lying there for a good twenty minutes, the wolf reluctantly withdrew his softening cock, scooping Samantha into his arms and lying in the grass, resting her on top of him. Samantha stared into his bright gold eyes, which were filled with affection. She snuggled into his chest, and soon his soft fur, warm body, and steady breathing lulled her into a deep, peaceful sleep.



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September Scott - Slutty Cheerleader Costume Fun

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A Pound Of Hamburger

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I’m the wife of a military officer, and I’ve always been
faithful to my
husband, until recently. When my husband get’s home and asks,
“have you
seen other men?”, I can honestly say no. Luckily, he’s never
thought to
ask me about other women. Thank God, I never could lie to
him
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I don’t cook much while my husband is away. Heck, why bother
cooking

for just me? Well I decided to splurge one night and make myself
a nice
dinner. My special meat loaf, a baked potato, salad, and a pie.
I was a
little down, and very horny after four months of being alone.

Every woman knows that a finger works just fine, at first.
But after a
while you find that you are still horny. And most importantly, a
woman
likes to be touched, even if it’s just the neck, or the back of
the hand.
Touch is very important to a woman. I ached constantly. I knew
his
carrier wouldn’t get back one day sooner than expected. That was
one

reason that so many military wives cheat, but I was never tempted
to seek
out anybody but my Stan. I was stupid. Life is too short to
spend it
waiting on anybody, even your husband. Every day spent waiting
is a day
wasted.

Ok, the dinner idea was fine, but to make a truly great meat
loaf you
need a pound of hamburger and a pound of ground pork. I was out
of
hamburger. Since I had started off my night with a long soak in
the tub, I
started cooking in a house coat. I mean I was only in a house
coat, no

underwear or clothes underneath. I like it that way around the
house. It
was almost midnight and I didn’t feel like going to a lot of
work, so I
dropped the house coat and slipped on a short dress. Who would
know,
right?

I grabbed my purse, slipped my feet into my favorite white
sandals, and
I was off. I pulled into the parking lot in my pathetic blue
pinto, and
started to climb out. Of course I had forgotten my purse, so I
leaned back
with my legs hanging out and grabbed the purse. Then I
remembered the

keys. I don’t know why I bother, nobody in their right mind
would steal
that piece of junk, but it’s a habit. I finally got myself
together and
slid the rest of the way out of the pinto to find a young woman
staring at
my exposed legs and short dress, from the car parked next to me.
I
belatedly remembered that I had no underwear on. I turned dark
red and
felt like dying. She just smiled and nodded agreeably.

“I was in a hurry,” I said apologetically.

“Last minute supper for the hubby?” she asked with a smile as
she

climbed out of her immaculate white lincoln.
“I haven’t seen hubby for four months and won’t see him for
at least
two more,” I said, maybe a little grumpy.

She grabbed a shopping cart and we walked into the store
together.

“I know how you feel,” she said sympathetically. “My
boyfriend dumped
me a month ago. I don’t even want to look at a another man after
that mess.”

“Well I have to go,” I said, not really wanting too go, but
feeling I

should. She seemed a little strange, in a nice sort of way. She
was
wearing a tank top with tiny straps and it was cut way low. I
could even
see the corner of a tatoo on her left breast, but I tried not to
stare. On
the other hand, I really hadn’t talked to anybody for a long
time, and I
missed that.

“I have a big dinner planned, all I need is a pound of ground
beef.”

“A big dinner alone?”

“Yeah, silly huh?”

“Not really. I plan out my entire day sometimes, down to the
smallest
detail. Everything by the clock, you know? Something like cocoa
and toast
at exactly 8:00 o’clock, bubble bath at 2:00 o’clock, and I rent
a movie
for exactly six. I guess it’s about the same thing.”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “Hey, I… do you want to come
over? I
mean I know you don’t know me, but… well I haven’t talked to a
girl in a
long time.”

“I know what you mean. Sure, then I won’t have to buy this
garbage for

the outrageous prices they charge,” she picked up a rotting peach
and
dropped it back in the pile.

“Great! Let me get the ground beef,” I hurried to the meat
isle and
grabbed the first one I saw. For some reason I felt desperate to
get back
before she could change her mind. Maybe it was a premonition.
She was
still waiting when I returned. We left together chatting happily
and
laughing like old friends. Her name was Marlene, I’m Shelly, of
course,
and we hit it off right away.

I watched the headlights in my mirror all the way home to
make sure I
didn’t lose her at a light. I showed her where to park so the
neighbors
wouldn’t complain, then we went inside together. The pie was
done, the
potato was cooking, but I quickly added a second one and shoved
the meat
loaf in after it.

Marlene sat at the kitchen table and we chatted while I
finished
everything, then we ate. After dinner we went into the living
room and I
poured us wine. I turned the TV to a pay channel and we watched
half-

heartedly while we talked. We found out we had a lot in common.

I also found out that Marlene was extremely interested in my
legs. At
first I thought it was an accident. We were sitting across from
each
other, Marlene on the couch, and me in the over-stuffed chair,
and I
noticed that she kept changing positions when I moved. I finally
realized,
to my complete amazement, that she was changing positions to look
under my
short dress. I had never seen a lesbian before, but the thought
suddenly
entered my mind that Marlene was a lesbian. I intentionally
changed

positions, facing my legs to the left and sitting on my feet.
Sure enough,
she changed too, leaning on the right arm of the couch casually
while she
talked.

I didn’t know what to think or do. There was a lesbian in my
house!
How would I get rid of her, without hurting her feelings? What
if she
tried to rape me? What would I say if she propositioned me?
“Is something wrong?” Marlene suddenly asked, noticing that I
had
stopped talking.

“I just realized that I forgot to put on underwear,” I heard
myself
say, not knowing why I said it. “It must be terribly
embarrassing for you.
I’ll slip some on right away,” I said, jumping to my feet.
“Are you kidding? In your own house? Why bother, there’s nobody
here
but us girls?”
“But I really should,” I said nervously.
“No, come on, the movie is getting to the juicy part. You
don’t want

to miss it,” she said with a pretty smile. I know I should have
ignored
her and gotten dressed, then that would have been the end of it.
But it
was the thought of it, I was attractive to another woman. The
thought was
new, and frankly a little exciting. I glanced at her legs,
really noticing
them for the first time. She was wearing a short levi skirt,
with a slit
up the side. Her legs were strong and well-tanned. I could just
see the
white crotch of her panties showing. It’s funny that I never
noticed such
things before. Do women unconsciously advertise themselves like
that? I
don’t think I ever did.

“Shelly?”
“Huh,” I said, coming back to the real world again. I
realized in
complete horror that I had been staring at her panties for
several minutes.
Oh shit, what if she got the wrong idea? I also realized that I
was
getting horny. I was getting myself all worked up. If I didn’t
stop I
would have to finger myself in the bathroom before too long.
“I said the movie is really explicit. Are you sure you want to
see
such things?”

I looked at the movie and realized that it was a lesbian
scene. One
woman was eating another, while a third spied on them through a
curtain.
Oh God, here was my chance. I suddenly knew what I wanted,
and if I
went about this carefully, I could be satisfied in the next hour
or so.
After a good round of sex the next two months would be a
breeze.
“I… I kind of like these scenes, I can learn a lot from
them. They
say that only a woman knows how to make love to another woman,” I
said with

a shaky smile, turning red while I said it.
“Boy, that must have been hard to say,” she said with a
smile.
“Huh?”
“I know you’re not a lesbian, Shelly, it’s obvious to anybody
who is.
I’m bi, not a real lesbian, by the way,” she said calmly.
“Oh, boy, this is really hard,” I said, shaking and laughing
nervously.
“I know it is. You’re a sweet girl and if you need a little
sex to get

you through, I’ll be happy to help you out. Afterwards, I’ll
just go away,
if you want, and you’ll never see me again. You don’t need to be
nervous.”
“Oh yes I do,” I said in a gush of words. “I wouldn’t even
know how to
start,” I laughed nervously again and covered my mouth to keep
from saying
anything else stupid.
“Well since the chair isn’t big enough for both of us, I
suggest you
come sit by me,” she patted the couch next to her.
“I don’t think my legs will work,” I laughed. When I stood I
found I

was almost right. My heart was beating wildly, my whole body was
shaking,
and my legs were so weak I was afraid that I would fall down on
the way
around the coffee table.
I found myself sitting next to Marlene as if I were in a
dream. Was I
really sitting next to a girl who would eat me like the girls on
TV were?
The room seemed especially bright and stuffy.
Marlene was so beautiful. She had jet black hair, a very
creamy
complexion, and a nice tan where it showed. She was beautiful.
I guessed

that she was about eighteen, maybe a year younger than me.
“You don’t have to look at me like that,” she said with a
little laugh.
“Like what?”
“Like you were a bad girl and I had the stick. This doesn’t
hurt, you
know?”
“I’m sorry. My brain is working at a mile a minute. I’m so
damned
scared, Marlene.”

“It’s kind of like your first date, isn’t it?” she asked
while she
calmly put her hand on my leg near the knee and rubbed it gently.
I felt
tingles, jolts, and fire coming from that small contact. I was
so… I was
scared shitless.
“MMMarlene, if we don’t do something quickly, I think I’ll
die from a
heart attack,” I said, shaking noticeably.
“Are you up to a kiss?”

“With you?” I asked in horror.
“Maybe not,” she said. “How about if I just kiss your neck?”
she
asked, leaning down to kiss the left side of my neck. I closed
my eyes,
feeling fire spreading through my body. I suddenly turned limp
and had to
lean against the back of the couch. I could smell her perfume
and feel her
hair against my cheek. Her lips were burning me up. My nipples
were so
hard, they were poking through my dress. I opened my eyes and
looked down
at the face kissing my neck. Marlene had her eyes open. She
glanced up

and suddenly pulled back a little.
“Did you like that?” she asked with her face four inches from
my own.
I surged forward and put my lips against hers. Before I knew it
we each
had our hands behind the other’s head and we were kissing like we
had never
been kissed before. I fenced with her tongue desperately,
sucking at her
sweet mouth like I had never kissed a man. Our breasts were
touching and I
could feel her hard nipples digging into the soft skin of my
breasts. I
was so turned on that I knew I would die. I tried to inhale
Marlene. I

wanted to crawl up inside her.
We kissed for hours, days, weeks, then we finally broke the
kiss and
sat with our foreheads pressed together. Marlene gently opened
the top
buttons on my dress and pulled the material aside. I had great
tits, I
knew it and everyone else knew it. But it had never seemed
important until
now. We each stared down at my breasts while her fingers gently
explored
the firm globes, carefully avoiding the nipples. My tits burned
everywhere
that her fingers touched. In a moment both of her hands were
gently

feeling my tits, every so softly and knowingly. I was melting
like hot wax
on a stove.
“I need to lay down,” I said shakily.
“Great,” she said and helped me lay back on the couch. Her
fingers
opened a few more buttons and I watched, mesmerized as her face
approached
my right breast, hesitated for a moment, then she began kissing
my soft
tit. I gasped at the fire her kiss sent down my chest, through
my stomach,
and directly to my sopping wet pussy. She licked under my firm
globe

first, then she licked between my tits and finally, after an
eternity, she
placed her warm lips over my nipple and began sucking. I
gasped,
stiffened, and immediately had an orgasm. She continued to suck,
watching
my face until the orgasm passed.
“That’s one,” she said with a smile.
“One is all I ever have,” I said regretfully.
“Want to bet? I guarantee no less than four orgasms in the
next two

hours.”
“You’re kidding?” I gasped, trying to grasp such a new
concept. “I’ll
die,” I said.
“Nope, but you’ll be in heaven,” she said and started sucking
on my
right breast while she tweaked the nipple on the left one with
soft
fingers. I knew right off that I wasn’t going to have another
orgasm from
her sucking my tits, and apparently she figured it out too. She
moved down
between my tits and licked the salt from beneath them, then with
deaf

fingers she undid more buttons until my dress lay open and slid
down to my
sides.
I was laying completely naked, vulnerable to her loving
attack. And it
was an attack, make no mistake about that. As she drew closer to
my
abdomen she began licking and kissing almost savagely. I knew
she was
getting really turned on too.
She slid down past my knee and up between my legs. I looked
down,
afraid that she would find me strange or ugly down there. After
all, I had

never had a woman’s appraisal before. But apparently everything
was
normal, because she kissed her way from my knee to my inner thigh
without
comment.
“Boy, Shelly, you’re wet,” she said. I was totally
embarrassed.
“Do you want me to get cleaned up?” I asked
self-consciously.
“Not on your life, girl, I’ve earned this feast. Now open up
and let a
pro clean you,” she said, forcing my legs open wider.

I had to see it. There was no way I would miss looking at
another
woman’s face between my legs. After all, I had never even
considered such
a thing earlier tonight, now it was happening. I planned to
memorize each
little detail for those long nights when Stan was too tired.

I pulled my dress up until it was laying on my abdomen and I
could see
Marlene’s face. It was worth watching. Marlene extended her
tongue while
she made eye contact with me, then gently pushed it inside the
folds of my
wet mound. I gasped and stiffened up as it slid deep inside my
vulva, then

back out again to slice through my wet folds of pussy flesh. I
felt every
minute detail, even the slightest pressure or movement was
telegraphed to
my brain as an electric shock.
“Oh shit, Marlene, it’s been so long. You can’t believe how
good that
feels,” I managed to get the shaky words out one gasp at a
time.
“You are delicious, girl. I wouldn’t have missed this for
the world,”
she mumbled with my pussy still in her mouth.
“You look so beautiful down there, I will always remember
this,” I

gasped again, mashing my tits as I humped my sex against her
face.
“I think you’re ready for the second orgasm,” she smiled and
changed
positions slightly. She dropped her mouth and cupped it over my
pussy,
then began sucking while her tongue flashed over my clit. My
orgasm was
almost instantaneous. I stiffened under her attack, felt the
fire boiling
in my loins, and before I knew it I was screaming at the ceiling
while I
mashed my tits unmercifully.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” I screamed as she continued
sucking my pussy

while I came. Just as my pussy turned sensitive, she held her
mouth still
and watched my face. She was still applying the suction to my
mound, but
thankfully, she wasn’t moving. It took me a long time to come
down off
that one, she had sent me through the ceiling.
“I want to kiss you and taste my own juice,” I gasped,
reaching for
her. She complied with a smile, surging forward and laying atop
my body.
We kissed for a long time, then I licked my juices from her
beautiful young
face.

“I want to do you,” I said bravely as we laid with our faces
almost
touching.
“Not yet, you still have two orgasm to go,” she reminded
me.
“I don’t care about them, I just want to taste you.”
“Nope, not yet, you really aren’t ready,” she said with a
smile and
slid back down my body. “Now roll over on your stomach,” she
said, giving
my leg a slap.

“On my stomach?” I asked while I rolled over. “Why?”
“I’m going to do your ass,” she said, already putting her
words into
actions. Before I could object I felt her face between the crack
of my
ass. Her tongue pressed against my anus and tickled it. I gave
a little
scream and let my face fall into the couch cushions to smother
the noise.
She pulled my ass cheeks apart and shoved her tongue against my
pink ring,
pushing persistently until I felt my ass starting to relax. The
tongue
slid part way in and I automatically clenched up my muscles. She
slapped

my ass without talking, and I tried to relax. In a moment it
made it’s way
in a little farther. She wiggled and pressed this way and that
until the
tongue made it’s way in more. Her tongue was probably only
inside me for a
half inch or so, but it felt huge. I was just getting used to
the feeling
when her hand suddenly went to my wet little pussy and her thumb
stroked my
clit. I felt another orgasm building, but I tried to suppress
it, both to
prove her wrong, and to prolong the wonderful feeling. I had
never had my
ass reamed. Stan never even considered such an idea, but a woman
was
actually doing it to me. Oh how wonderful it felt. It was
creating fires

where I never knew I could feel them, mostly in the area inside
my ass,
near my backbone.
With a mighty effort, Marlene shoved her tongue the rest of
the way
inside my ass and started snaking it around inside me. I had
never felt so
filled up down there, or so hot. I could feel everything her
cheeks, her
nose, and that wonderful tongue, now inside me. Before I knew it
I was
pushing my ass back against her face to meet her tongue. It must
have
hurt, but she didn’t complain. I heard a funny grunting sound,
and

suddenly realized that it was me, grunting in time with her thumb
massaging
my clit. I was having my orgasm. I tried desperately to stop
it, but that
seemed to make me burn even more.
“I’m going to come again!” I screamed, looking over my
shoulder at
Marlene. It was disgusting to see her face buried in my ass,
and
absolutely wonderful. I would never forget it.
“Eat my sweet ass, Marlene. Make me come so I can eat
yours,” I
begged. My begging turned into a scream as the orgasm struck
with full

strength. I screamed and screamed with my face buried in the
couch cushion
so I could let it all out without the neighbors hearing me. I
panted and
grunted and still her tongue continued to ream my ass. I could
feel my ass
clenching around her tongue, trying to rip it from her mouth.

Her thumb finally stilled on my clit, and then her tongue
stopped
inside my ass. She continued to hold it there inside me, waiting
until I
was less sensitive to pull it out. When she slowly withdrew it I
almost
had another orgasm. I wilted lifelessly on the couch, unable to
move.

“You have the sweetest little ass I have ever eaten,” she
said from
beside my ear.
“Oh don’t say that, it was disgusting,” I said, without
opening my
eyes.
“Would you like it eaten again?” she asked enticingly.
“Oh yes, a hundred times,” I said, opening my eyes and
smiling at her.
“What’s next?”

“Next we have a drink and relax,” she said, sliding my body
over to sit
on the couch. “My tongue is tired and the next orgasm will be
the
hardest.”
“Then can I do you next?” I asked hopefully.
“Well sort of, it’s a mutual kind of thing. But first I need
to brush
my teeth and have that drink.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I said, looking at her mouth.

“Stan has a lot of alcohol, I don’t drink anything but wine,
so I don’t
know much about it,” I jumped to my feet and went to the bar.
She was
already heading for the bathroom. I made a sloe gin fizz, which
was easy
enough, it had the directions on the back of the bottle. As
an
afterthought, I decided to make one for myself.
I knew she was planning on doing a 69 next, I had seen them
on TV. I
couldn’t wait. But that wasn’t exactly what she planned.
“Do you have any vibrators, Shelly?”

“God no, I wouldn’t mind having one, but I’d never buy one.
Somebody
might recognize me.”
“Whoa, girl, you’re behind the times. You can pick one up at
any drug
store. Of course they call them back massagers, but look at the
design
some time. Never mind, you must have carrots or cucumbers.”
“Sure, I have a big bag of carrots. I like to dip them in
Russian
dressing.”
“That’s not what I plan on dipping it in.”

“You’re going to do something kinky with a carrot?”
“Think about it, Shelly, long, stiff and smooth?”
“Oh, yeah. I never thought about it before. In the fridge
on the
bottom drawer. If you need a peeler it’s in the drawer beside
the fridge.”
“Thanks, I will,” she called from the other room. I heard
her banging
around in the kitchen, while I drank my gin. It went right to my
stomach,
and my pussy. What a rush, instant horniness. I bet they never
advertised

that side effect before.
As I fixed my second drink I heard the microwave ding.
“What in the world are you doing, Marlene?”
“Do you want a cold carrot shoved up your pussy,” she asked
waving a
smoothly pealed carrot in each hand.
“No.”
“Ok then,” she handed me one carrot and accepted the drink.

“I had one already,” I said with a sly smile.
“Gin is an instant turn-on, great choice,” she said and
sipped her
drink.
“I found that out. Are we going to sixty-nine now,” I asked
in
anticipation.
“Absolutely. The best sexual position in the world. Of
course it

works better for a man and a woman, but if the bottom girl props
her head
up with a pillow, she can eat forever. You get a big come that
way, since
you are concentrating on pleasing the other person. It kind of
prolongs
the session.”
“Marlene, you have made me come three times and you haven’t
even taken
your clothes off. Can I do it while you drink?”
“Sure, knock yourself out,” she said, waving her nearly empty
glass. I
immediately sank to my knees in front of her. I undid the snap
on her levi

skirt, unzipped it, and it slid down her legs, dropping in a pile
around
her feet. Her white cotton panties were soaking wet. I touched
the wet
spot with my finger and slid it in my mouth.
“Oh, shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said in a
shuddering
voice.
“I can’t believe a beautiful woman like you has never been
hit on
before.”
I smiled up at her with a shrug, then stood to lift her top.
She

raised her arms while I pulled it over her head, and the now
empty glass.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her breast. The tatoo was a
butterfly, the
rest of her breasts were absolutely perfect. I knew how rare it
was for
two women with perfect, firm tits to be in the same room
together. Neither
of us had implants, at least no scars showed on Marlene.
“How can something so simple be so perfect?” I asked in awe.
“I’ve
never touched another woman’s breasts before,” I said, extending
shaking
hands. I paused just before reaching my goal, then firmly
planted both

hands on a full breast. It felt so wonderful. I moved closer
and put my
lips around one erect nipple. I closed my eyes, totally enjoying
the
feeling of the firm nipple between my lips.
Marlene moaned, then put one hand behind my head and drew me
back with
her as she sat on the couch. I licked the firm globe, tasting
the salt
from the sweat of her body. The feeling and taste of another
woman’s
breast was very erotic. I bathed both of her breasts, capturing
all the
salt I could find on and under each one, then concentrated on
sucking the

other nipple to extreme hardness. Marlene was laying against the
arm of
the couch, panting loudly with her eyes closed.
I raised up and rotated my fingers over each nipple while I
looked down
the length of the beautiful girl’s body. She was a girl, barely
eighteen
at the most. She had a slender, washboard stomach, rounded hips,
and the
longest, slenderest legs I have ever seen.
I took my hands off her nipples and smoothed them down both
sides of
her body, to each hip. I bent down and kissed her stomach, then
moved to

her belly button. Even from there I could smell the exotic
fragrance of
her pussy. Her panties were even more coated with juices. I
reminded
myself to wash them for her before she left.
I put my hands on the waistband of her panties and pulled
them down, as
I walked beside her body on my knees. I slid them off her feet
with one
hand and brought them to my nose. After inhaling deeply, I
placed the
crotch of her panties in my mouth and sucked the sticky juices
out of the
fabric.

“That is the most wonderful, seductive thing I have ever
seen,” she
whispered, watching me with a slow smile.
“What’s that?” I asked softly.
“Watching a first-timer tasting my juice and enjoying it.
Women are
very vain and anxious with their clothes off. They always worry
about what
the other woman will think. You are absolutely delicious, by the
way.”
“I think you are too,” I said in embarrassment, “but I need
to taste

you at the source.”
“Be my guest,” she spread her legs, letting one rest on the
floor while
she put the other near the back of the couch.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I almost screamed and moved
between
her legs. I let the panties fall to the floor and gently
massaged each
perfect leg. They were so long! I moved closer to her pussy,
put my hands
on her thighs, and bent forward to taste.
When my tongue touched her pussy she gave a little cry. I
looked at

her for a moment, then placed my lips over her pussy and began
sucking and
licking. Marlene gasped and stiffened, then reached down to pull
my head
into her crotch. I moved my nose upward so I could breath, then
ate
Marlene with a vengeance. I immediately went to her clit and
began licking
it. She squealed and stiffened on the couch, rotating her pussy
against my
feasting mouth. I ignored the small amount of pain her pelvis
caused as it
crushed my lips. I put my lips around her clit and sucked it
from it’s
envelop, then rubbed it vigorously with my tongue.
Marlene jerked upright on the couch. “No, not yet, Shelly.
Suck my

juices and lick the fold of skin first. I don’t want to come
yet.”
I wasn’t sure where the juices came from, but I lowered my
mouth to her
vulva, spread her pussy apart until the dark, steamy hole was
open, the
pressed my lips against it and sucked. “Oh yes, drink me,”
Marlene
whispered harshly. “Drink my nectar, drain my little peach dry,
Shelly.”
My mouth filled with so much juice that I wasn’t sure that I
liked it,
at first. It had a funny taste and was a little slimy. But
after
swallowing the first mouth full of Marlene’s fluids, I found less
juice and

could really appreciate it more.
“No more, you’re hurting me,” Marlene gasped. I realized
that I had
been sucking rather savagely to get every last drop of syrup from
her
loins. I didn’t mean to hurt her.
“Lick the outer folds of skin,” she said with an
understanding smile.
I reluctantly moved my mouth back up and started licking,
with my mouth
less than an inch from her steamy mound. I tried to lick like a
dog, but I

couldn’t. I pressed my open mouth over her pussy and gave it a
full kiss
as my tongue continued to explore her wet folds of flesh. It was
the most
wonderful moment of my life. I vowed to never forget the
feeling, the
consuming passion, and the alienness of my first time eating
another
woman’s pussy. It was so wonderful.
“Ok, Shelly,” she pushed my head away. I cried out an
objection, then
saw her grabbing the carrots. “Time to change positions,” she
explained.
“Let’s go to your bedroom.”

My first thought was whether the bedroom was clean or not,
but my pussy
was burning up and I really didn’t care. I just wanted to eat
and be
eaten.
I dove on the bed and rolled over to watch her stroll up to
the bed.
She was amazing, totally confident and poised, even while naked.
That was
hard. Most women tended to hide themselves. Marlene fell on the
bed and
rolled over to face me. She handed me a carrot with a smile.
“Know what to do with one of these?”

“Dip it?”
“That’s right. Dip it just as far as it will go.”
“It’s rubbery,” I said, shaking mine to make it wiggle. It
really was
a lot like a prick.
“That’s the microwave, it can turn anything to rubber in just
a few
minutes. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes.”

“You want the top, or the bottom?”
“I don’t know,” I said uncertainly.
“Ok, you take the bottom. First you need to double a pillow
up under
your head.”
“Why?”
“To hold it up. Otherwise your neck will be killing you in
minutes,”

she said while folding the pillow under my head. After a quick
kiss she
changed positions. I saw the pussy coming down to meet my face
and I
lunged up off the bed to meet it. Of course the pillow unfolded
and left
me laying too low. I quickly refolded it before she lowered her
pussy to
my mouth. I immediately began licking her clit, while I gently
worked the
carrot into her steamy hole. After several tries it was
lubricated enough
to slide inside without hurting her. To my utter delight, I
could feel her
doing the same thing down in my pussy. This was so wonderful.
No wonder
lesbians loved this position. It was like a mirror. What she
did, I did.

For a moment I had the feeling that my own pussy was in my mouth
and I was
shoving a carrot deep inside myself.
With no fooling around Marlene suddenly began licking my clit
with
short, vicious strokes of her stiff tongue. I forgot to repay
this
kindness for a moment as I buried my face against her thigh and
simply
enjoyed the feeling. The carrot was sliding deeper than I had
ever felt
anything inside me. Occasionally it felt like it was hitting
something,
and the extra contact drove me completely wild. I stroked the
carrot in

and out of Marlene while I renewed my attack on her clit. My
eyes went to
her puckered anus, but it was too far away for me to
experiment.
My entire body was shaking now, not from nervousness, but
from building
passion. I loved every single little thing about this new
lovemaking
session with Marlene. I loved feeling her soft skin against my
stomach,
her tits digging into my abdomen, and the soft feeling of her
hair on my
inner thighs.
On my end I was finding her pussy absolutely delicious. I
couldn’t get

enough of that sweet young girl. Her firm legs were pressed
against the
sides of my face. Her ass looked so firm and inviting. I
reached up with
my left hand and squeezed one firm cheek. It was absolutely
hard, firm as
hell. I moved my hand down and massaged her left leg with loving
strokes.
I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to eat her for a moment,
and
returned to lavishing loving strokes to her sweet little bud.
The carrot was coated with slick juices and white foam. I was
afraid
it would slip out of my hand and get lost inside her. I dug my
fingernails
into the sides of the carrot and plunged it in as far as it would
go. She

stiffened up, but didn’t complain.
I felt a burning inside me that frightened me, at first.
Then I
realized it was an orgasm, but one so completely different from
what I’d
had before that I didn’t recognize it. It started with a deep,
burning
fire farther up than my pussy. As it built I realized that it
was a raging
orgasm that would involve my entire body.
As I whimpered and ate Marlene furiously, I plunged the
carrot in and
out with blinding speed. She did the same to me. I felt her
pull the

folds of my pussy out with her teeth, then take the clit in her
teeth and
nibble it. I sucked her’s into my mouth and nursed on it as I
would a
nipple. It was hard and hot between my lips, just like a tiny
prick.
Then the waves of orgasm began filling my loins and exploding
in my
pussy. I forced my pussy up to meet her mouth and grunted,
finding it hard
to continue eating Marlene when my pussy was being ripped apart.
I finally
pulled the carrot out and tossed it aside, then grabbed both
cheeks of her
as and mashed my mouth against her pussy, sucking and tongue
furiously as I

came hard.
It took me a few moments to realize that Marlene was mashing
her sex
against my mouth because she was coming too. I don’t know how
she held off
so long. I used her pussy as a cushion, screaming into it to
muffle the
sound. I moved my face back and forth, pressing my tongue hard
against her
pussy while I sucked. Her pussy was banging against my face in
time with
her grunts of passion. I rode out her bucking ride, trying to
keep my
mouth in contact with the wild, spasming pussy.

As my own orgasm eased off she rested with her open mouth on
my pussy,
muffling her own screams of passion. When we were both through
we were too
tired to do more than lay there panting. Finally Marlene rolled
off of me
and lay hugging my leg. I turned and kissed hers, then held it
too. The
carrot slowly slid out of my pussy and dropped to the floor
between my
legs.
“I’ll never be able to look at a carrot the same again,” I
said with a
giggle.

Marlene became my best friend, of course and she spent most
of the next
two months with me. We met for short periods when Stan was in
port, but
really looked forward to him leaving. All he knew about Marlene
was that
she was my “cute” friend. I only hope that she will always be
there when I
need her. Every woman needs a friend like Marlene.


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Saturday morning came up and I began to clean and prepare the apt. for Ellen’s visit and dinner. I planned the food, even changed bed linen just in case Ellen and I decided to sleep together tonight . . . . I prepared my clothing. I had one of those dresses that had a size smaller than my real size. It had a combination of cotton and spandex that made it cling to my body. I was dressing up for a passionate conquest. Yes, I was in love and did not care that it was with a woman. I wanted her and I was going to have her. Now the question was if she wanted me.

 

I was going to give this woman no alternative. I would be in a silver platter for her enjoyment. My dress was an easy removal. I would not wear any undergarments. A quick pull up and I was totally naked in front of Ellen. I was ready when at about 4:30 in the PM my doorbell rang. We had really not said any specific hour but this was fine. I opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing there at my doorstep. Ellen had also prepared for conquest. She was wearing one of those spandex athletic shorts and one of those spandex athletic brassieres. She had like a halter top to cover the bra but I could see that it was a loose halter. Her body was accentuated by this type of clothing and she looked awesome. She was a sight to see!! She came inside and we both went for each other. The passion between us had no doubts. We kissed, she pressed me against the wall and I felt her nipples through all that clothing. Hers and mine. That is how hard her nipples were and how muscular Ellen really was. I thought that Ellen also does nipple aerobics. I laughed a little and Ellen asked - what?? Told her my private joke and she laughed . . .   a lot.

 

I told her to go to the living room (LR) that I would bring her a goblet of wine and some cheese to munch a bit. She did not release me. She held my hands and made me walk to the kitchen with her. When we got to the kitchen Ellen again kissed me hard. I returned the kiss with the same passion. Our tongues were doing a dance inside our mouths and I was pretty much convinced what I said earlier. Ellen is mine. I am real glad I decided to change the linen on my bed. We were going to have very passionate sex ALL night. We took the wine and cheese and we made it to the LR.

 

Ellen opened her mouth to speak and I said, no, let me start. Ellen, you should have no doubts that I have fallen in love with you. Hard. You should not question my motives for tonight. I really wanted to speak with you and explore this relationship with some logical rational. When I opened the door and saw you I knew that there was no logical rationalization for my love for you. This love I have for you is real and is a feeling that does not require rationalizations. Today I love you immensely. I ask that you try to work this love with me. If you don’t I would suffer . . .   a lot. But, no it is not your fault that I have fallen in love with you. Ellen put a finger on my lips and said, Annie, I am also in love with you. Yes I want to be with you. I want to move here with you and make love to you every night of our lives.

 

Ellen continued. I am coming out also of a previous love that after 4 years was not working any more. So, although we may feel in a rebound and hence a weak love, I am convinced that this relationship is good for both of us. I said to Ellen, - regarding moving in I feel that that part we must take a bit slower. I need to see how the girls would react to mami having a new lover and how they would react that the lover was you. I know they like you as a friend of mami. I also need to sound my parents off. It is a lesbian relationship and society does not look well yet at these relationships. I personally could care less what society thinks about us. But other members of my family need to know what I want. Right now we can count with the Wednesdays that Mike takes the girls and the week ends he has them. Once we do some ground work, then I would love for you to move in with me. I love you and want to make love to you every night of the rest of our lives.

 

So, unless you want to say something more about lesbianism that you feel is something that is needed to be said, I would love to put that subject in a drawer. I love you and I do not care what society may or may not say about lesbian love.

 

Ellen said that she understood and that she would work with me to acquaint all her family to us. She also said that the days that I would sleep without her would be painful because she also fell hard for me. However, before putting the “L” word in a drawer she wanted to clarify something for me. Lesbianism is a term of the past. Lesbianism is one of those labels that past societies put on the love of same sex, in this case you and me. Lesbianism was a connotation of “wrong”. It was also considered perversion only because the mentality of society was too “religionized”. When in fact, if love is pure what does it has to do with whether is between two same sex individuals. As long as the individuals are OK with it and it is performed like any other sex, behind closed doors, who really gives a hoot.    

 

How can you call evil the love I feel for you and the love you feel for me. In the old societies Lesbianism was forbidden by religious misunderstandings. When I was born, my parents did not say, - Oh, what a beautiful Ellen. Let us educate her as a lesbian. I did not go to classes to learn lesbianism. I was not abused by anybody as a child or when growing up. There was nothing strange in my life that put me into lesbianism. As a matter of fact I was in love with a boy and lost my virginity with him on our senior year.

 

We graduated and he went to a University far from our homes. Out of not being close and not having a lot of contact we both fell out of our love. I did not get involved with a woman because men were bad. No, one day in a party and drunk I made love to a girl. The next morning among the haziness of the situation I began exploring my involvement with this girl. It was her first also. We both lived for a while together and we both realized that we loved women.

 

We did not stay together for a long time but we both realized that we had found something about us that was there although not recognized. I began visiting lesbian’s bars     

  And fell in love with one of the girls. A sweet and beautiful girl. Her mother became very ill and she had to move to help her father. Her mother died of cancer and she was devastated. She came back to me but she was in no position of continuing with our love. I tried to keep her but it was very difficult for me and her. We parted very amicable. We still write each other. She is married and with kids. All we do is send Christmas and birthday cards. I fell in love again. This was Toni and this was the last. We broke up and that is that. Now I love you and I want to work real hard for your love.

 

I was really happy that she said all that. I know Ellen wants to assure me that the past is just that, past. And I love her for that. She kissed me again and we went to the kitchen to bring the food and eat. I told her that I have a surprise for her after dinner. So, we ate, clean after, put the dishes in the dishwasher and went to the LR. Ellen was asking for her surprise. I sat her in the couch and kissed her. And I kissed her again and again. Ellen was responding as passionate as myself. We both were getting warm and hot. I am sure that Ellen’s pussy was getting wet because mine was. Then I stood up and asked her if she was ready for her surprise. She said - YEAH, don’t make me suffer more . . . . I grabbed the skirt part of the dress and removed it all leaving me naked right there in front of my love. She jumped, grabbed me and squeezed me to kiss me with abandon and to kiss my nipples and to move her hands to my pussy and to just make love, no, to have sex with me.

 

I was wanting Ellen’s tongue in my pussy and I was wanting it NOW. I moved her, dragging her to the couch and I laid down. I wanted Ellen to jump at my pussy. But before, in a very quick move, she removed her tops and her breasts became free for me to eat them. Ellen got to my pussy and began the process of eating me. I said something about she being full of food. She said, food yes, your pussy not. And she began doing me. Her tongue traveling all over my pussy. At times on the clit, at times on the labia and at times trying to penetrate me as much as possible. In one of those penetrations I cum. And she ate all my juices. And she said how good the juices tasted. And she spent some more time at my pussy and she was giving me orgasm after orgasm. After the second orgasm I lost count. It seems that they went for ever. She allowed me my aftershocks but she did not stop kissing. She traveled from my pussy to my mouth traveling through my body with kisses and tongue. And my aftershocks were really great!.

 

After a while I stood up, grabbed Ellen by a hand and took her upstairs to my bedroom. I put her on the bed, removed her shorts and began to eat her pussy. Again it reminded me of Mike’s comments. Pussy tastes so great that it is a sin not to eat them. This time I think that Ellen’s pussy tasted better. The previous time, last night, there was a bit taste of chemicals from the Jacuzzi. Tonight Ellen’s pussy tasted like the finest elixirs man has made. Oh, God what a GREAT way to end a meal. And we were not done yet. I felt Ellen’s orgasm building. Ellen is one of those women that move a lot while love making. She was electrified. I don’t move as much when having sex.

 

Ellen exploded and I drank all the sex juices coming out of her pussy. I could see that I did a great job eating Ellen. She said so and she thank me for it. I replied that love does not require an expression of thanks. It required just more of it. Ellen said, Annie you are a beautiful romantic. Ellen continued, come up from down there. I want to kiss you and feel your nipples on my breasts. I want you to feel my nipples on your breasts. I forgot to mention that Ellen and I are about the same height so our nipples will touch each other a lot! I did so.

 

Once on the top part of my bed I opened a drawer on a night table and pulled a double headed dildo that Mike bought and he tried to fuck me on my two holes once. Pussy and ass. But the ass part it seems that he did not prepare it well because it hurt a lot. So I have had this dildo hidden in my closet waiting for an occasion. I really did not know what occasion. It seemed a possibility this afternoon when I was preparing for Ellen. But not knowing well yet about lesbianism and dildo fucking, I asked Ellen if it was alright to use this. She basically said that it was a tool to pleasure each other and if I wanted, she would want it too. Both our pussys were getting a bit dry and we needed to moist them up again. Some heavy kisses did the trick. I asked her if she was ready for my fucking her. She said YEAH, I am ready. Are you ready to receive me inside of you?? She retorted. YEAH, I am ready.

 

We sat on the bed facing each other. We came close. Cock close. I penetrated her with one side of the dildo, she penetrated me with the other side. Ellen pushed herself to bury the dildo deeper. By doing this she also buried my half deeper. And our labia was now touching. We sat there motionless but kissing each other very passionately. Between kisses she said, Oh Annie I have been wanting to fuck you for the longest time. But I realized that you needed time to grief over the divorce and I have been waiting patiently for you. Oh, I really wanted to fuck you. I really wanted to feel you in my arms and trembling of orgasms. I wanted to satisfy your sex. I wanted to fuck you, and fuck you and fuck you. Still neither her nor I had move. We were savoring that our pussy’s were filled. And the labias touching. Our nipples were hard and we both were ready for a great fuck.

 

It was an interesting situation. I, figuratively as a man, was fucking my lover. Myself as a woman was being fucked by my lover. Ellen moved first. Slowly. We were both on uncharted territory. I countermoved. I felt the motion inside of me and began realizing that this idea we were going to do it again. The idea is great and producing on me the sensation wanted. Ellen moved a little more brisk and her labia “hit” my labia. I felt the blood rushing to feel my labia. And with every penetrating move I felt more excited. More sexually satisfying. I was moving and Ellen was counter moving on me. We developed a rhythm that was going to take us to our orgasmic explosion. In-out, in-out, in-out. The friction on the walls of my pussy were great. I even think that Ellen was hitting my G spot. I began my orgasm and so did Ellen. The feeling of satisfying Ellen this way I had not felt before.

 

She was fucking me and at the same time I was fucking her. Really, only women with a double headed dildo can experience this sex. We do have more love holes than men. One day I may introduce Ellen to the twins. We could have them and maybe Bob (gym-guy) and I would have three cocks inside of me. Men can not do that. But that is going to be a conversation for later on when our love is more firm. I feel that I am becoming a slut. Well, that is not entirely because of Ellen and my renewed sexual thoughts. Mike started to get me to be a slut in our bed. He is the one that brought all the sex toys, all the porno films, and all the ideas of more aggressive love making.

 

The dildo penetrated us well and we enjoyed a good fuck. After the aftershocks we both fell somewhat tired and we fell embracing each other, very tight and with the dildo in position. We slept. Next morning we woke up and made love again. . . . .  

 

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Tags:  seductionkinkycrossdressed the tale of a bi-girlfriend and a closet CD I had met Heather at a carnival as she caught my eye with her taste in clothing as she had on a denim skirt,tights, and  lil sexy boots. We began talking and hanging out and soon we became a couple. We both had our secrets as I guess its always a matter of time before one or both is exposed.In our case ,I was a  heterosexual closet crossdresser and she was a  (secretly) BI-sexual hottie. I  soon picked up on the fact that she had a thing for girls as I would see her turn her head  to stare at a girl in a short skirt or tight jeans as she would   return with a remark by saying, oh what a cute skirt she has on, or wow !! ,I have a pair of jeans just like hers. It was funny because I COULD of said the Same thing in most cases. As all the girls were class A hotties. It was on halloween  eve 4 months later that Heather had come up with a idea for me to go to a halloween party dressed as a girl, I of course was like, are u kidden? and she said, oh come on, you would look sooo cute in a short skirt or dress.Soo who was I to resist my smokin hot girlfriends Idea to dress me as a girl  as little did she know, I was all for it and had a full wardrobe of teen girl stlye clothing at home. the day of  the party Heather  took me out to find a (girly)  outfit for me to wear to the halloween party. We went to a mall where she first took me into a shoe store and began  picking out hi heels for me to try on, Which was just as much fun for me as it was for her. She ended up picking out a pair of 4.5 ” strappy black heels, and a pair of 5″ hi heel black calf hi boots. We then proceeded and ended up in a halloween costume store  as she began looking at kinky,sexy, girly outfits and looking at me and giggling. She then picked out a blue  plaid schoolgirl out fit and then she got a blonde AND brunette long wig from the rack. Soon we were back at her place as she began  applying make-up and then she done the ultimate,she sat on my hips and began  slipping my legs into a pair of tan pantyhose,  and then one more tan pair and then a pair of black off black pantyhose, she then scooted back only to feel my  aroused state that she had put me in, omg!!!  she said, you like this!!! well, kinda,I said.she looked at me with a grin and finished dressing me up. She then had me stand up as I was in my 4.5″ strappy heels,brunette long wig and short plaid skirt. I looked a the mirror and could not believe how “cute”  she had made me. Heather began walking around me and then grabbed my cheeks and began kissing me in a sexy manner, as some of my lipstick trafered onto her lips as she ran her tongue over hers lips afterwards ,as that totally  excited me. We went to the party as everyone told me how “cute” I was and won best costume. After returning to her house Heather took my hand and led me into her bedroom and told me her secret(that she in fact was Bi-sexual), her fantasy’s, desires. and then pushed me back onto her bed,handcuffed me to her headboard and made kinky love to me all night. that morning, I told her my lil secret that I was a closet crossdresser and had been since i was 10 yrs old. She was like NO WAY. She didn’t believe me until I showed her my colllection of girl clothes, shoes, make-up, wigs. We soon moved in together as  she insisted I  dress as a girl anytime I was home and sometimes she would take me to the park dressed. I had found the girl of my dreams and she had found the guy/girl, of her dreams.



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“How was that, baby,” Vern asked his wife, Pam as he rolled of her rolled off of her after an almost one hour fuck-a-thon!?! “Oh, honey,” she cooed softly while stretching her sleek body, “it was really wonderful, I came at least a hundred times!!!” “Good,” he said with a laugh while leaning over and kissing her on the cheek, “cuz if you need anymore you’re outta luck, I’m one dead puppy!!!” A few minutes later the only sound you could hear was Vern’s soft even snoring as he drifted off to dream land leaving Pam lying there awake with her pussy ticking away like a time bomb!!!

“How’s it going, Pam,” Barb asked while she climbed into the car for her daily ride to work, “you look beat!?!” “I am,” Pam replied while pulling smoothly away from the curb, “I was awake half the night!!!” “Don’t tell me he left you hanging again,” Barb asked incredulously!?! “Well, it’s really my own fault,” Pam replied, “we make love for a solid hour and I still didn’t feel fulfilled, you can’t blame Vern for that!!!” The two of them rode along in silence until Barb offered, “I probably should have said something earlier, but I think I may have a solution to your problem!!!” Pam straightened up a little and replied a little sarcastically, “What are you gonna do, suck my pussy for me, oh come on, Barb, there’s nothing anyone can do for me!!!” “Don’t be too sure about that,” Barb quickly, “there’s more than one way to skin a cat ya know!!!” “Okay,” Pam replied impatiently, “if you’re so smart, stop beating around the bush and give me the answer to all of my problems!!!” “A little touchy, aren’t we,” Barb answered a little sullenly!?! Pam slumped her shoulders a bit and commented softly, “I’m sorry, Barb, it’s just that this is driving me nuts, and believe me, if you have can solve my problem I’ll be eternally grateful!!!”

Pam wheeled her car into a Loop parking garage and wound her way halfway up the concrete Goliath until she found a space in the far corner of the third level where she parked and shut off the engine!!! “Want to meet for lunch,” Pam asked as she got ready to get out of the car and head off to work!?! “Don’t you want me to tellya my secret,” Barb asked softly while putting her hand on her friend’s arm!?! “Right here and now,” Pam asked, “I don’t want to be late for work, can’t it wait until lunch!?!” “Can you last that long,” Barb asked, “this will only take a couple of minutes!?!” Pam relaxed back into her seat and said softly, “Okay, tell me!!!” Barb took a deep breath, and much to Pam’s shock, her friend pulled up her dress and quickly lifted her butt off of the seat and shoved her panties and panty hose down her thighs exposing her very hairy muffy to Pam’s wide eyes!!! “Judas priest,” Pam exclaimed, “are you nuts, what if someone sees you, you might get arrested!!!” “Who’s gonna see me back here,” Barb shot back, “and I don’t see a cop around, do you!?!” “Okay, okay,” Pam said quickly, “I’m sorry, go ahead!!!”

“All right, now pay attention” Barb said barely above a whisper while incredible she stuck two fingers inside of her pussy and extracted a small white plastic cylinder!!! “W-what’s that,” Pam mumbled as her pussy involuntarily flooded itself with Bartholin’s fluid!?! “It’s a mini vibrator,” Pam said softly, “and believe me, good things come in small packages!!!” “But how do you turn it on and off,” Pam asked while taking it in her hand and carefully checking it out, “I don’t see any switches, and besides, it would be too inconvenient if you had to pull it out every time you wanted to use it!?!” Pam was still eyeing the little hummer, when all at once it began buzzing madly in her hand causing her to gasp and then asked, “What’d I do, how did you make it go on!?!” “Just like this,” Barb replied while brandishing a small black box that resembled an auto alarm remote control!!! “Is that what I think it is,” Pam asked!?! “It depends on what you’re thinking,” Barb said with giggle!?! “Is that a remote,” Pam asked excitedly as the gravity of what she was thinking dawned on her!?!” “Yep,” Barb replied proudly, “that’s exactly what it is!!!

“H-how does it work,” Pam asked in a thick voice, “hurry up and tell me!?!” “Slip off your panties and I’ll show you,” Barb ordered!!! While a few minutes ago she was worried about Barb exposing herself, now Pam was throwing caution to the winds as she practically tore off her undies leaving her smooth dripping vagina open and ready for action!!! “My, my,” Barb whispered, “I do believe we’re just a bit excited, don’t you think!?!” “Just shut up and show me,” Pam demanded while the fury began growing in her drenched pussy, “are you trying to drive me crazy or what!?!” “Okay, okay, now let me show you how it operates,” Barb apologized while reaching inside her purse and producing an identical miniature vibe!!!” “Why two of them,” Pam asked!?! “Well if you must know,” Barb giggled, “I got the second one with you in mind, now all you’ve gotta do is slip it deep into you pussy and go about you business as normal, this little remote takes care of the rest, it’s got and on and off switch plus three speeds, slow, medium, and high, you just turn it on when ya need it, no muss, no fuss!!!” Taking the second hummer from Barb’s hand, Pam gave it a long once over, and then with a deep sigh slipped it way up inside of her pussy!!! “How does it feel,” Barb asked!?! “I can barely tell that it’s in there,” Pam replied!!! “Good,” Barb answered quickly, “that’s exactly the way you want it, when it’s not on you don’t wanna even know that it’s there!!!” “Okay,” Pam replied, “but what about when it’s turned on, can you feel it then!!?!” Barb didn’t bother answering directly, instead she hit the remote’s tiny on button, which caused Pam to gasp and convulse in a brutally satisfying orgasm that left her shaking in a heap in the front seat of her car!!!

“W-wow,” Pam said weakly, “that’s incredible, and it’s so small, I never would have believed it unless I felt it, is it always that powerful!?!” Barb chuckled a bit while shoving her own little hummer back into her pussy and replied, “Of course not, silly, if you set it on low you can sit in your chair and just cook for hours right on the edge, and believe me, sometimes that’s the best, until it finally overtakes you like a tidal wave!!!” The two women hiked up their hose and panties and hopped out of the car and headed off to the respective offices!!! When she was about a block away, Pam pulled out her remote, and after giving a quick glance to see if anyone was watching, she set the power level for low and hit the on switch!!! She gave a small gasp as the low frequency vibration began rumbling gently from deep inside of her vagina, but after taking a moment or two to get used to it, she found that she could easily make the rest of the way to her office with absolutely no problem whatsoever!!!

For once there was an elevator available when she reached the lobby of her building, and she was greeted by the happy face of the elevator starter who asked brightly, “Nice day today, huh, Mrs. Grant!?!” “The best, Bobby,” she replied while striding into the waiting car and giving the tenth floor button a poke and waiting for the ride up to her floor!!! She leaned against the wall as the car rocked back an forth, reveling in the sensation that was spreading throughout her genitals, but still a long ways away from and orgasm!!! Finally in her office, she sat down in her chair, pulled out the little remote, and upped the power to the medium level, which immediately caused her to moan softly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her incredibly aroused organ!!! She sat there for a good ten minutes with her eyes closed while concentrating on rapdily approaching orgasm, when she was shaken back to reality when a deep voice questioned her, “Didn’t get enough shut eye last night, Pam!?!” “Uh oh, hi Mr. Fenton,” she stammered, “no uh, I mean I was just resting my eyes for a moment, is there something I can do for you!?!” “I just wanted to see how you were coming on the Stanton report, you know it’s due by Friday,” he asked while casually picking up her little remote from her desk!?! “Oh jesus,” Pam thought to herself as she watch her boss begin playing around with the hummer control, “i-it’s almost ready now, sir, I only have to put the finishing touches on it and it will be ready in plenty of time!!!” “Good, good,” he said absentmindedly, “ya know I’ve got one of these for my car, but it doesn’t have this many controls, what does this one do!?!” Pam was about to respond to his question, but all she could do was gasp softly after her boss had hit the high button, causing her pussy to convulse in another orgasm that she was trying desperately to hide from her unsuspecting boss!!! Now dropping the remote back on her desk, he gave her a quizzical look and asked, “Are you sure that you’re all right, you look a little pale!?!” “I’m okay,” she managed to whisper weakly, “I-I just feel a little light headed that’s all, I just need a drink of water!!!” “Well, take care of yourself,” he said as he left the room, “see you at the meeting on Friday!!!” She waited until he was out of the room before grabbing the remote and quickly turning the little buzzer off while she leaned back in her chair gasping for breath!!!

“So, how’d it go,” Barb asked as she pulled up a chair, “did you order yet!?!” “No, I waited for you,” Pam replied, “and how it went was almost disaster, I was riding this wave of pleasure when out of the blue Fenton drops into my office, picks up my remote, and you aren’t gonna believe this, he turns it up all the way and I have a huge one right in front of him!!!” “Oh my god, Pam,” Barb said urgently, “what did he say!?!” “Well I sat there with my cunt shaking like a leaf,” Pam replied while shaking her head from side to side, “but he didn’t suspect a thing, but it was all I could do to keep from screaming out at the top of my lungs!!!” “Rule number one,” Barb said giggling, “never leave the remote out where someone might grab it, it may be hazardous to your health!!!” “Thanks a lot,” Pam replied, “I’ll try and remember that!!!” After placing their orders, Barb said softly, “I have an idea, let’s race to see if we can orgasm before our food gets here, what do ya say!?!” “You’re dangerous,” Pam said with a chuckle, “but I’m game if you are!!!” “Good,” Barb replied while pulling out her remote, “are you ready, go!!!”

Almost instantly both of their vaginas were hit by a lightning bolts of energy as they stiffened under the initial shock of the incessant buzzing!!! “S-sweet jesus in heaven,” Pam stammered as her cunt was being whipped into and absolute frenzy, “I’m almost ready to shoot right now, how about you!?!” Barb was gripping the edge of the table with all of her might, but still managed to reply thickly, “I’m so fucking close, I just love the way this feels, ohhhhhhhh my is this fucking nice!!!” The waitress appeared out of nowhere and placed their orders in front of them and asked, “Can I get you ladies anything else!?!” “N-no,” Pam croaked, “w-were just fine, thanks!!!” The waitress looked at both of them quizzically before leaning over and saying softly, “If I didn’t know better I’d bet you two were having orgasms, am I right!?!” Sweat was now breaking out on Pam’s forehead, and while wiping it off with a napkin she replied softly, “Both of us are right on the fucking edge!!!” Looking around to see if anyone needed any service, the waitress took each of them by the arm and led them to the rear of the restaurant where she opened a store room door and pushed both of them inside and ordered quickly, “Up with your skirts and down with your panties, and hurry, we don’t have much time!!!” Both Pam and Barb were flying on automatic pilot, so as if in a daze, they did as they were told, and soon they were standing naked from the waist down in front of a perfect stranger!!! “W-what are you gonna do to us,” Barb stammered as hot juice ran do the inside of her thigh!?! “Just this,” the waitress exclaimed while dropping to her knees and tonguing Barb to a quick and brutal orgasm that left her slumped over in a heap on the floor!!!” “What about me,” Pam asked excitedly, “please, do me too!!!” “Of course I will, dear,” the waitress replied softly, “I just love a shaved cunt, such nice full lips, now come here you hot pussied little bitch!!!” “The persistent humming from deep inside of her pussy and the warm wet mouth of this female cunt lapper was providing the most incredible sensation that Pam had ever felt, but all to quickly her pussy spasmed hard six or seven times in rapid succession and a blinding orgasm hurtled unabated through her pussy driving her straight to the floor alongside Barb!!!

The waitress hopped to her feet and was gone in a flash, back to take care of her customers, leaving the two women on the floor spent and exhausted!!! “So,” Barb managed to ask, “how do you like your new toy!?!” “Well,” Pam replied softly, “I hope the batteries never run out!!!”



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Joanna Norton stared at the scrap of paper sticking out from between her fingers After a long moment of contemplation she picked up the receiver to her phone and with a shaky hand dialed 1-800-BLK-COCK. “I must be out of my mind!” she muttered to herself while she nervously tapped her foot on the carpeted floor. After ten rings she was just about to hang up when all at once a lugubrious voice on the other end of the line said smoothly, “This is Walker Post, how may I help you?” Momentarily frozen with fear Joanna stood there mutely while wondering if she should just hang up and forget the whole thing. She had just made up her mind to forget about it when the voice suddenly uttered forcefully, “I can hear you breathing, now answer me!” Taken aback by this turn of events Joanne took a deep breath and stammered, “A-are you the man with the ad in the paper?” “And which ad would that be?” the deep resonate voice replied softly. “You know,” Joanne said, “the one in the Underground.” “There must be a thousand ads in the Underground,” he answered gently, “you’ll have to be more specific.” She was growing increasingly uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was headed, but instead of hanging up she mumbled, “I-it’s the one about the black man.” “What about a black man?” he asked. “I’m so embarrassed,” Joanne replied softly, “maybe I should just forget about it and hang up.” Hmmmmm,” he hummed, “maybe you should.” “But then you wouldn’t get to fuck my ten inches of black meat would you?!?”

So it was him!!! Involuntarily Joanne’s vagina drenched her white cotton panties as she pictured in her mind’s eye the voice’s hard black penis. “Since you’re still on the line I can assume that’s why you’ve called,” he said in a slightly harsher voice. “So tell me, what’s your name and how old are you!?!” Again stunned by his forwardness she struggled to reply, “My name’s Joanne and I’m forty six years old.” “Married?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied, “for twenty two years.” “Have you ever fucked a black man?” he questioned. “No,” she quickly replied, “I’ve never been with anyone other than my husband.” “Doesn’t he satisfy you?” the voice asked. “Well, er, yes, I guess so, but I just wanted to find out, you knowŅ” she stammered. “Wanted to find out what if feels like to get fucked by a cock that would choke a horse,” he answered. “Is that right!?!” With all of her defenses down and her vagina in desperate need of some attention she replied with a moan, “Ohhhhhh yes, I want to try a huge black dick!!!”
“You’re just like every other white bitch,” he replied a little caustically, “you come to Walker for the big black bamboo!!!” After several more minutes of intimate conversation Walker Post gave Joanne his address and directions on how to get there. When she finally replaced the receiver back in the cradle she put her hand up and under her dress where she fingered herself to a stunning orgasm!!! After slumping to the floor in a heap she mumbled out loud, “Tomorrow at two thirty!”

She drove past the Grove street address three or four times before summoning up enough courage to stop and park her car. It was now or never! If she didn’t do it now she probably never would! After checking her makeup one last time in the rear view mirror
she took a deep breath and headed inside. Her mind was racing as the elevator zoomed to the twenty first floor and she wondered again if she was making the mistake of a lifetime! After all she’d been a good and faithful wife for all these years, but the lure of forbidden fruit was so great she couldn’t seem to help herself! She was literally shaking like a leaf as she stood frozen in front of the apartment door, but after screwing up her resolve she reached out and poked the door bell and waited with baited breath for it to open! “Come on in,” a muffled voice called from inside the apartment, “it’s unlocked.”
Gingerly she pushed the door open and stuck her head inside. The apartment was beautiful!!! Plush purple carpet and expensive classical furniture filled the huge living room. She stepped inside while still thinking about turning tail and running away but she knew that she was to far gone to leave now! She nearly jumped out of her skin when the deep syrupy voice offered, “So you’re Joanne, please come in and make yourself at home.”

Good god, he as tall! At least six and a half feet with a body that appeared to be chiseled out of granite! He was naked from the waist up and his muscles rippled with even the slightest movement. He took her by the arm and casually led her over to the large sofa that dominated the east wall of the living room. “Would you like a drink?” he asked gently. “You look like you could use one!” “P-please,” she replied shyly. A minute later he returned with two Scotches. “Did you have any trouble finding me?” he asked while sitting down next to her. “Uh, no, not at all,” she replied before taking a sip of her drink. They sat quietly for a moment before he began, “May I ask you a personal question?” “Sure,” she replied a little less nervously. He let his hand slip onto her shoulder while continuing, “Is your pussy wet, do you feel the need to be taken hard and fast by a big black cock?” She leaned her head back as his hand roamed ever so gently down the front of her blouse to her waiting breasts! She rolled her head to face him and sighed, “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life!” His huge hand cupped her full breasts through her flimsy top while he stared into her deep blue eyes!
He was a handsome man! With coal black eyes, a smoothly shaven head, and a smile that made her heart simply melt!

He played with her breasts for a long time before announcing simply, “It’s time to suck it!” He stood up quickly, taking a place directly in front of her! “Okay, baby,” he ordered, “take them off.” She set down her drink and slid forward to allow easy access to his loose fitting satin pajama bottoms! She grabbed the elastic waist band with both hands, and after looking up into this burning eyes tugged them down over his muscular thighs! Her heart nearly stopped at the incredible sight before her! It hung low and long like a black snake with one eye! Reverently she reached out and let her fingers graze the gently swaying love muscle while gasping, “I-it’s so beautiful!!!” At her mere touch it spasmed slightly as it quickly gained length and girth! Even though it was far from erect, it must already been at least nine inches long and as thick as her wrist! With her heart pounding in her chest she leaned forward and kissed the satiny smooth head before letting it slip easily into her hot mouth! “Oh yeah,” he sighed, “I just love getting head from a white bitch!”

So this was what it was all about!!! Now on her knees with her mouth wide open, forty six year old married white mother of two, Joanne Norton nursed hungrily on her first black pecker! It was like feeding a starving baby a bottle! She gently cupped his two huge nuts in her left hand while jerking the monster prick with her right! Her fat pussy throbbed uncontrollably in her sopping wet panties in anticipation of the fucking that it knew was surely imminent!!! Feeling the need to expose herself, Joanne opened her top, allowing her heavy breasts to fall free into the cool air! The fire in her pussy was raging like a forest fire so she let the huge prick slip from her mouth before placing it between her huge breasts! Without a word being said between them Walker Post began thrusting his thick organ between the massive cleavage until he shot a thunderous load of cum in the deep valley of her fat tits!!! “Oh god!!!” she sighed as shot after shot of hot cum blasted up onto her heaving chest. “You’re cumming like a fire hose!!!” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply on the lips before whispering in her ear, “Let’s get you naked so I can fuck you!!!”

For a fleeting moment Joanne worried what Walker Post would think about her mature body. While she was in pretty good shape for someone in their forties it was pretty obvious that time and gravity had taken their toll! “I hope you won’t be too disappointed,” she said softly while dropping her blouse and skirt to the floor. She needn’t have worried a bit! One look at the panty and bra clad housewife was more than enough to bring Walker’s massive cock back to full erection! Seeing his predicament she hurriedly slid out of her undies leaving her standing there with her big tits and hairy pussy available to his hungry eyes! Before she had time to react his hands were everywhere! Touching, probing, and caressing every square inch of her voluptuous body! She shuddered involuntarily as his middle finger roughly violated her drooling slit while she stared hungrily at his throbbing black prick. “Please fuck me!” she begged him. “I fucking on fire!!!” Even though she tipped the scales at a hefty one hundred sixty pounds
she was like a rag doll in his powerful hands as he grabbed her by the arm and flung her over the back of a large easy chair. He kicked her legs apart to afford open access to her bulging hair pie and offered, “Okay, bitch, get ready cuz I’m gonna fuck you like a dog!!!”

Her legs nearly buckled from the sheer excitement of it all!!! And he hadn’t even touched her yet! She gripped the arms of the chair tightly and moaned as he ran the head of his pecker up and down the length of her open cunt! “My oh my,” he muttered under his breath, ” you have the biggest cunt I have ever seen in my life.” “A-are you disappointed?” she asked nervously, worried that he might be disgusted with her. “Disappointed?” he asked. “Does this seem like I’m disappointed!?!” And then with a hard thrust of his hips he rammed his ten inch black satisfier balls deep into her hungry cunt! Automatically she arched her back allowing her boobs to hang free as the rear assault on her vagina commenced! Even before the first stroke was completed her pussy convulsed hard as a climax of brutal proportions erupted deep inside of her! “M-my god!” she gasped. “I’m fucking cumming all over the place!!!” Never had she felt so full and contented as she did right now!!! This was what a fuck was supposed to feel like! Even though she was riding the wave of never ending orgasms she felt an inner peace that she finally knew her place! It was a sensation of being totally female and subservient to the black monster that was at that very moment driving her to another massive cum!
Sensing that she was reaching her peak, Walker Post leaned over and cupped her wildly bouncing breasts without missing even a stroke! The second he pinched her hard nipples was as if he flipped a switch, sending them both over the edge as her pussy spasmed over and over again around his madly spurting cock!!!

After she was dressed and ready to leave she couldn’t help herself as she dropped to her knees and fellated the thick black master just one more time! After he finally filled her mouth with cum one last time she asked softly, “When may I come back?” “Anytime, baby,” he replied with a grin, “anytime.”



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Mai’s Boyfriend’s Back! (Ch.3)

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Tags:  InterracialCollegeCuckoldAsianInternal Mai’s fling with Tom is exposed; now Alec’s come overseas to stake his claim Mai sat silently in humiliation as Alec badgered her angrily from the other end of the phone: “So, who exactly is this Tom that you’re fucking these days?  I’m dying to know, because he must be damn good for you to continue to tell me you love me and miss me while you’re getting screwed by someone else.” 
 
She knew what she’d done was wrong, and that she deserved every bit of the situation she now found herself in.  Still, she seethed at the fact that someone had found them out and taken the trouble to call her boyfriend and rat her out.  Remembering the open flap on the cabana, all she could figure is that someone had seen her having sex with Tom at the beach.  She was convinced that Tom was too careful to tell anyone who could possibly let it get back to the States, and her roommates were certainly safe, having only been given hints anyway.  Though she had no proof, she had a strong suspicion that somehow Craig had found out and called Alec, being the only one in the group who really knew him. 
 
Alec was starting to cry as he implored Mai for details, hoping to rub the pain in further for both of them:  “How long have you known him? Is he good in bed?  Do you think about me at all when he’s taking off your underwear?  Answer me!” 
 
Mai was starting to cry herself, unable to answer his rapid fire inquiries, and wishing she could just disappear entirely.  She knew this was bound to happen, so why had she allowed it to?
 
Alec told her that he wasn’t going to tolerate “this bullshit”, and would be there in a couple of days.  He’d secretly kept this possibility in his mind ever since Mai left for Italy, but never really thought it would be necessary.  Now he was convinced that it was; he had to save his relationship.  Alec had always held the upper hand in their relationship, calling the shots and, in his mind, keeping Mai in line.  The way he saw it, she’d strayed because he hadn’t been there to keep an eye on her, leaving her open to predators.  He had plenty of money in the bank, and though last-minute overseas plane tickets wouldn’t be cheap, he could easily afford it. 
 
Alec told Mai that he loved her, and not to worry, he’d be able to catch a train from Milan to Portascala. He hung up before his shellshocked girlfriend had a chance to argue the point with him.  “I don’t know what time I’ll be there,” he said, “but I’ll leave a message from Milan before I get on the train.  Make sure you’re around Tuesday after your classes.  I love you– stay away from this Tom; he doesn’t love you like I do, and you know it.  I’ll be there soon.”  And with that, the line went dead.   Mai sobbed heavily as she hung up the phone, grieving her own bad choices.
 
Monday in class, Tom didn’t have to talk to Mai to know what happened.  First, he could see by looking at her that something was badly wrong: she didn’t have any makeup on, and her expression was ashen.  Christie would tell him after morning session that her boyfriend called her, accusing her of cheating, and was on his way to see her.  “Holy shit,” Tom said, “what did he say?” 
 
“That he knew she’d had sex with you,”  said Christie with a rueful smile. 
 
Something told Tom to stay away from Mai that day, and for her part, she disappeared quickly during every break, and got the hell out totally when classes were over in the evening.  Tuesday’s classes were in the morning only, and Tom noticed that Mai was at least dressed and made up like she usually was, though she was no less visibly despondent.  After class, he ran out of the building after Mai, who again departed as soon as she possibly could.
 
“Mai!” he called out as she briskly walked toward her apartment, about to turn the corner.  She stopped and turned around, giving him a sorrowful look as he jogged up to her.  “I heard you had a visitor on the way,” he said sympathetically, with just the hint of a smile. 
 
“He’ll be here in about a half-hour, I’m just going home for a few minutes before he gets here,” she said flatly, emotionally comatose after worrying about his arrival for the past day and a half. 
 
Tom asked if he was going to the train station to pick him up, and she said that Alec, resourceful as he was, had already looked up directions to her place, and she was instructed to just be there when he arrived.  As she recounted this to Tom, her eyes started well up with tears, and she brought her hands up to her face.  He pulled her against his body, and she instinctively buried her face and hands into his chest, allowing herself to sob into his dress shirt, saying, “I can’t believe I did this to him, and I can’t believe he’s coming here!”
 
“Let’s get you home and settled down a little bit.  It’s bad now, but it’ll be okay.”  They walked silently toward her apartment with his hand around her, tucked around her back just below her underarm.  Mai neither leaned into him nor tried to pull away, wrestling again with the knowledge that she’d be better off staying away from Tom from now on, yet she was undeniably attracted to him. 
 
As they got to the door to her building, she told him that it wasn’t a good idea for him to go upstairs with her, that Alec would be there really soon, and she didn’t need any more complications.
 
“You also need to loosen up a bit; I can see the muscles in your back knotted up.  Let me at least relax them a bit, or you’ll hurt like hell tomorrow.  It won’t take long; besides, you could use a glass of wine to chill yourself out, and I just happen to have a bottle with me,” said Tom with a smile. 
 
Even after all the trouble he’d caused her, she loved that he was still thinking about her, wanting to relax her, and somehow, almost magically, he always had what she needed.  In this case, she most certainly could use a good glass of wine. 
 
Following Mai into her apartment, he went to the kitchen to find the opener and a couple of glasses.  Noticing that she hadn’t followed him into the kitchen, he walked out with the two glasses of wine to find her sitting on her bed, hands in her lap, looking at the floor. 
 
Mai was wearing a low-cut summer dress, showing off the cleft between her smooth breasts as well as the inside of her cleavage and the end of her bra cups below.  She wore minimal low-heel sandals on her feet, showing off the pedicure she’d gotten on Sunday after her mid-day fling on the beach with Tom.  Her toes were painted a glossy dark red, and her feet were smooth as silk. 
 
As he sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, she took the glass of wine and asked no one in particular what she was going to do. 
 
“Relax”, is all Tom answered with, stretching one hand around her midsection under her breasts, and another behind her head to run his fingers through her hair.  The feeling of his hands on her body raised the goosebumps on her arms again.  Tom had laid his glass on the floor as he sat down, but Mai was left holding her glass, right up until the moment that she dropped it out of distraction.  It’s cup shattered against the wood floor, sending shards across the floor and under the bed.   
 
“Shit,” she said in an exasperated mutter, seeming like she might start crying all over again, at wits end from the emotional toll the last several days had taken on her.  Tom leaned into her ear and told her to forget it, that the floor would clean up just fine; right now she needed to concentrate on relaxing her body and taking a deep breath.  As she did so, she turned her head toward Tom’s and met his lips in a kiss
 
Her mind screamed at her, “stop this nonsense now; Alec’s train has probably already arrived in town and you can’t afford to be messing around with the one person who’d caused him to show up in the first place.  Pull away NOW!”
 
Her body wouldn’t allow her to pull away.  Tom was right: she did need to relax, and his lips on hers, their tongues massaging each other, and his hands on her body, were helping her to do just that.  He leaned her back onto the bed, leaving her legs and feet, still in sandals, hanging off the end.  Tom leaned over her from one side, kissing her neck, while she said lowly, “Oh my god, oh my god,” several times over, incredulous that she’d allow herself to give in at a time like this!
 
Bringing his hand up over her breast, he massaged the outside for several seconds before reaching his hand underneath her bra from the side.  As he lightly pinched her nipple beteween his second and third fingers, Mai drew a sharp breath and tensed her stomach.  He reached his tongue further into her mouth and she returned the favor as he swung a leg over her body, putting himself in position over her.
 
Already very aroused from just the short time he’d been kissing and caressing Mai, Tom reached down to grab the bottom of her dress, ready to pull it up and over her head.  As he got it to the bottom of her ass, resting against the end of the bed, she said, “what the hell are you doing?  Alec will be here in just a few minutes and…” 
 
“He can’t satisfy your needs like I can,” he said brazenly, flexing his chest muscles as he removed his shirt in a subconscious signal of male dominance and territory.  Tom lovered lowered himself over her, rubbing his hardness against the increasingly moist mound between her legs, whispering in her ear, “what’s done is over, and you can’t make Alec’s visit better by worrying yourself into knots right now.  Let me relax you.” 
 
Mai groaned lightly and pushed her pelvis forward against him.  She knew all the things she should do: gently push Tom off of her, clean the glass and wine off the floor, and send Tom on his way before Alec showed up outside her door.  Her escapism had the best of her, though, and her body wanted Tom more than she was willing to face the reality of her spurned boyfriend.  By not making a decision here, she was in fact making a dangerous one: letting Tom have his way with her when Alec could show up any minute.
 
 
 
At that moment, his train was pulling into the Portascala station.  Anxious to get to her place as quickly as possible, he was standing at the door, waiting for it to come to rest and the doors to open.  Standing at about 5′-8″ and 140 lbs., wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a Chargers t-shirt, and wire-frame glasses, Alec was the stereotypical American on a train full of Italian locals and a few European vacationers.  Armed with only a carry-on size duffelbag, he strode quickly through the small station, then paused to open his map as he exited the other side, facing across a small piazza to the 1600’s-era buildings of the upper portion of the city. 
 
Getting his bearings, he proceeded into the shadowed maze of the old city, but didn’t linger and gaze the way most newcomers did, taking in the beauty.  Alec was single-minded, thinking of nothing but the girlfriend he loved so much, the man he had never met that managed to drive a wedge between them, and how he was going to handle this.  Soon, he was back in the sunshine, passing across the Piazza della Rotonda, more confident of his ability to repair their bond as he neared her aparment.  As he identified the right street to continue on, he saw a flower shop and decided he could only help his case by showing up with something Mai always loved to get.  Alec looked through the window first, then walked hesitantly inside, nervous about doing business without even the slightest knowledge of the Italian language.
 
 

Tom again reached down to her thighs, gripping the bottom hem of her cotton dress, pulling it up to her hips.  Mai, breathing heavily, raised her hips off the mattress to allow him to slip the dress over her head.  Bringing her arms back down, she went straight for the buttons of his pants, ripping them open, and prompting Tom to quickly slip them off, grabbing his briefs along with them, freeing his erect penis to swing freely.  As he crouched down to give attention to her vagina, he slipped off his socks and shoes as well. 
 
Wearing only her sandals, grey cotton undies, and beige bra, she propped herself up on her elbows as her heartbeat made the skin of her chest jump.  Tom could feel the heat of her crotch from over a foot away.  He poked his tongue into the cotton material over her labia, tasting just a hint of sweetness from her juices.  Mai gasped at the contact and brought her legs around his back, digging the short heels of her shoes into the small of his back. 
 
Anxious to have access to her beautiful pussy, Tom clutched her panties at each hip, pulling them down as she raised her legs to let him remove them.  Tom dove into her warmth, running his tongue along the length of her slit, feeling the intense heat just inside her folds.
 
“We don’t have time for this,” Mai said.  “I want you inside me, he’ll be here any time!”  She didn’t even begin to consider the contradition in what she was saying; it was all she could do to acknowledge that Alec was on his way at all. 
 
 
Alec finally settled on a small arrangement of flowers, the names of which he didn’t recognize as they were rattled off in clipped Ligurian dialect.  As he re-emerged onto the street, he continued west, paying close attention to the addresses to gauge how far away he was from his girlfriend’s apartment.  There were no ‘blocks’ in the haphazard medieval layout of this seaside town, but from what he gathered, he was about five or ten minutes away. 
 
 
Mai watched his throbbing penis wag below him as he crawled up her body.  She looked up to meet his gaze as he pressed the fat head against her soft petals.  Still fairly dry on the outside, the first bit of pressure he applied only seemed to push her labia inward due to the friction of his penis on her skin.  Not wanting to hurt her but needing to get inside, he increased the pressure on her crotch, forcing her outer labia to finally give way, sending his head inside her.  Mai gave a pained grunt and opened her eyes wide.  As he exited her, then re-entered, he could tell that he was going to have a hard time getting his massive dick all the way inside her.  Mai winced as he poked her, forcing just a little more in at a time. 
 
“I’m going to need some lube for this; I’m stressed and we gotta hurry!  It’s in the drawer,” she gestured to the nightstand.  He crawled off to the side and went to get the bottle.  As he returned, she was captivated by his erection, never ceasing her amazement at how big he was, and how addicted she felt herself becoming to it. 
 
Tom stood at the end of the bed, pulling her sandals off her feet, then opened the bottle, squirting a generous helping of lubricant onto her pubic mound.  As she massaged the bulk of the liquid into her labia, he squirted another helping of lube onto his hand and slathered it over his cock, pulsing from the sensation. 
 
Yearning to have him inside her, Mai locked her heels around his thighs, pulling him forward onto the bed.  Tom once again placed the head at her hot entrance, and they both watched as his head disappeared into her slit.  Aided by the slick lubricant covering both of their genitals, he easily slid more and more of his length into her body. 
 
“Oh Jesus!”, Mai gasped as she felt her insides expand around the big slab of meat that was penetrating more of her with each thrust.  Tom, propping his upper body up with his hands, threw his head up, eyes closed, and let the unbelievable feeling of her superheated, tight snatch envelop him. 
 
Gripping his sides just below his chest, Mai pressed her hands into his body, helping her cope with the overwhelming sensation of his 9-1/2″ shaft impaling her delicate vagina.  Her sexual experience consisted of one penis, which was of average width and, as far as she gathered, average to below-average length.  She remembered how much it hurt the first time he entered her, and how she couldn’t imagine ever having anything bigger than that fit inside of her.  Now, for the third time, she was eagerly accepting a penis of nearly double that length and easily double the width. 
 
Her walls stretched to their fullest extent, and her labia stretched tight around his shaft, as he brought his pelvis closer and closer to hers with each thrust.  She wasn’t sure how she’d ever be satisfied by that first penis ever again, the owner of which was fast approaching where she was, flowers in tow, ready to convince her all over again that her future lay with him.
 
Clothed in only her bra, Mai tilted her hips upward to accept his full length as comfortably as possible.  With the next thrust, his pelvis finally clapped wetly as it made contact with her pubic mound.  “Ungh”, she grunted, feeling his entirety within her, every nerve ending on her body hypersensitive, her body succumbing to this strong man’s desires.  Tom held his penis inside her for a few seconds, savoring the feeling.
 
“Fuck me, c’mon,” she said softly, but urgently, hungry for an orgasm and mindful (however secondarily) about the impending arrival of Alec.  Not believing the words she just used, but highly turned on by them, Alec pulled almost all the way out of her, then sank back in with a single thrust.  Settling into a rhythm, Tom pumped his length into her over and over, driving her body into the mattress as she wrapped her legs up and over his back. 
 
“clap! clap! clap! clap!” rang through the room as their bodies, wet from sweat and excess lubricant, slapped against each other as he continued fucking her from on top.  His stomach and chest muscles stayed clenched and his ass flexed and unflexed with his long strokes.  Her soft feet curled in ecstasy, soft soles and crimson-painted toes pointing behind her, locked together at the ankles and bouncing off his ass.
 
“Ungh, ungh, ungh!” her moans rang out as he drove into her faster and faster.  Her pelvis rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts, their bodies working together like two gears of a single machine.  Answering the animal instinct to go as deeply as he possibly can into this asian sexpot, he grabbed her legs by the ankles and placed them against his shoulders.  Leaning forward, he pushed her knees back toward her chest, with her little feet to each side of his head.  She noticed the contrast of her smooth olive-toned legs against his muscular, slightly-tanned white chest as he pushed forward, forcing his length back into her. 
 
“Aaaagh!” she called out as he sunk his engorged penis all the way into her again, this time hitting her cervix with the end of it.  He was into her as far as he could ever go, bending her body back onto itself as he drove her downward into the bed once again.  Her submissive position heightened the excitement for them both. 
 
“You’re banging against my cervix!   Ohhhh!”,  she screamed as he shook her body with each pump. 
 
Were she able to really move on her own, she would be pumping her hips to match his thrusts, but in this position, she was simply along for the ride; helpless against the combination of his big dick inside her, the force behind his thrusts, and the bulk of his weight on top of her.  With anyone else, she might feel a bit threatened, but it only drove her closer to climax as she heard his balls smack against her ass, adding to the almost unbearable sensations. 
 
Her moans grew louder and more intense as he pumped her little body faster and faster. “C’mon, I’m gonna cum!  C’mon, I’m gonna cum!  Oh my god!  Unghhh!”  she cried, face scrunched into a grimace, holding on for dear life as she felt the tidal wave of her orgasm start in her toes and slowly envelop her body, setting her vagina on fire, rendering her unable to breath or speak.  Fireworks exploded in her head as he continued to piston in and out of her.  Her hands slapped the bed beside her. 
 
Seeing the sexy Mai in the throes of orgasm, knowing he’d done this to her, sent Tom to the edge of his own climax.  Gripping her waist on both sides, he thrust more insistently as he felt the cum rising in his balls. 
 
As Mai started to get her bearings again, she looked at Tom’s face, knowing that he was about go beyond the point of no return.  Not wanting him to shoot it inside of her again, she attempted to alert him to pull out, but the words didn’t make it out, her breathing was still too haphazard, and her mind still too fuzzy from the crashing orgasm she was just starting to come down from.  Her pussy was still convulsing around his fat prick, pulling it toward her cervix, encouraging nature to do it’s job by retaining it’s semen. 
 
“No!” was all she managed to get out of her mouth on the second attempt as she felt his penis get extremely rigid against her walls, grow slightly, then start to pulsate as Tom groaned deeply, continuing to grip her waist.  Mai tried to kick him with her feet to push him off of her, but had no leverage because of how tightly he had her pinned down.  “Fuck,” she said, in equal parts exasperation and arousal as she felt his hot load splash against her cervix just as she heard a strange noise elsewhere in the apartment.  Now pumping her with a new, slower rhythm, she felt his penis throb deep inside her as he emptied himself deep into her womb. 
 
Her moans slowly reduced in intensity and changed from pleasure to panic as she discovered what that noise was, exactly.  The door buzzer. 
 
Taking quick stock of her situation, she saw her knees and feet pressing against Tom’s spent body, breathing heavily above her.  He pushed each thigh aside, resting on top of her as her legs fell to each side of his.  She felt her vagina, full of both Tom’s massive penis and his massive load pooling at the end of her hot chamber.   She looked at her crotch, forced open by the base of his shaft. 
 
She also knew that the bedspread underneath them was soaking wet from juices, both natural and synthetic.  And she hadn’t forgotten about the broken glass and several ounces of red wine scattered across the bedroom floor. 
 
“BZZZZZZZZZZ” the buzzer rang again, a painful reminder that her boyfriend was outside waiting to be let in- completely oblivious to the fact that right then his girlfriend lay covered in sweat, spent from hot sex, big penis still inside of her, and injected with a huge load of semen, something she’d never let Alec do even one time in their year together.
 
“Oh shit! He’s here!” she said, pushing Tom off of her and reaching for her clothes, none of which were anywhere near arm’s reach.  I”‘ve got to get you of here and clean up!”
 
“Ok, relax, you’ll be just fine,” said Tom as he quickly slipped is pants and shirt on.
 
“Uh, no, it’s not fine!  It’s fucked up!  My boyfriend’s waiting downstairs, and in fact, anyone could open the door for him anytime, and I’ve got a mess, another man, and your sperm inside me!  I don’t have time to do anything about it! Fuck!”
 
“Alright, here’s what you’ll do”, said Tom as the door buzzer sounded for a third time.  “Tell him you’re in the middle of a shower, but to come on up.  I’ll get a towel and shove the wine and the glass under the bed, and you go get into the shower, just like you said.  That way you can clean up, cool off, and get the sex off of you.” 
 
She was amazed at his coolness under pressure, having already grabbed a towel and shoving the glass and liquid beneath her bed.  ”Good plan, but it starts with you getting the hell out of here!” said Mai, with the hint of a smile even amidst her panic. 
 
“You’re beautiful, best of luck, and I’ll see you tomorrow….hopefully,” said Tom as he kissed her on the cheek, and quickly walked out the door while he buttoned his shirt.  As he walked down the hallway, he heard her tell him to come in and that she was in the middle of her shower.  “Good girl,” he said under his breath, with a smile.
 
Not wanting to pass this infamous Alec in the hallway, or in the stairway, he went one floor up instead of down and waited.  Soon, he heard the footsteps, and looked below him to see a skinny boy with dark hair, toting a dufflebag and a bouquet of flowers, stop at her floor, and disappear down the hallway.  
 
“Poor bastard”, thought Tom as he started down the stairs again, listening as Alec knocked on the door to announce his arrival, then close it behind him. 
 
“Come in!”, yelled Mai from inside the shower, as she reached two fingers into her slightly swollen vagina to scoop as much of Tom’s semen out of her as possible.  She thought of the bedspread that she’d neglected to take off the bed, and wondered if the smell of sex lingered in the room like it somehow does.  Then she thought of how faithful Alec had been to her, and how she was clearly unable to do the same.  Sure, he’d been difficult and even unsupportive at times, but his devotion never waivered, as evidenced by his arrival today. 
 
Her eyes started to fill with tears as she contemplated this, and the reality of her unwavering attraction to Tom.  Alec was here to stake his claim, where Tom had staked his three times in the last week.  She feared that she’d never be satisfied again by Alec, and had no idea how to deal with that.  Not even Mai knew how little chance Alec had to get their relationship back the way it was.  What was done couldn’t be undone. 
 
Mai sobbed under the hot water as Alec approached the bathroom with a smile and beautiful fragrant flowers.  This was the last smile he would have for a long while.
 
 
to be continued…..  

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