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Mark broke off the kiss and reached for the cookies. Slowly, he
crumbled them along the center of her chest, watching them fall
against her glowing skin.

“Santa, you’re getting messy again. You really must clean up
after yourself.” She grinned at him. She watched him as his
head dipped down, licking up the crumbs slowly, his beard softly
rasping her skin. “Mmmmm, yes. Now, don’t miss any.” He looked
back up at her, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, and made a
show of licking very carefully between her breasts catching each
small crumb.

“Sorry-no milk there for the cookies. You’ll just have to get a
glass.” She grinned back. He answered her by nipping her
engorged nipple.

“Tease.” She sighed. “Is this my Christmas present?”

“Oh, no, it’s mine.” He licked another line up to the tip of
her breast catching the last of the cookies.

“While I love all this attention, this really isn’t very
comfortable, sweetheart.” She said wriggling against the carpet.

“Hold that thought,” as he got up and strode quickly to the
couch, removing the shams and the afghan they kept there for
chilly nights.

Gently, he lifted her head up and put the pillow under her.
The crumbs were gone, and she turned to her side. He laid down
beside her, pulling her naked back against his chest, then
wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

“I love you,” he murmured as they watched the fire. She pulled
his arm tighter around herself in response.

“The fire is nice. It’s almost hypnotic.” She said. “I could
almost sleep here, if the floor wasn’t so hard.” She added.

“I was thinking the same thing.” They listened to the crackle
of the fire, his hands gently caressing her abdomen and the
undersides of her breasts. She took his hand and brought it to
her lips, kissing it softly before returning it to its
wanderings.

“Lets put the air mattress down here next year. After the kids
go to bed, we’ll put it up, and sleep in front of the fire…a
new
Christmas tradition.”

“Will I be able to eat the cookies in bed?” he squeezed her.

“No crumbs in my bed!” she grinned, turning in his arms and
kissing his jaw.

“Actually, that would be nice…then I wouldn’t have to drag you
upstairs to give you your Christmas present, since you require
more comfort than the floor. You know, now that I think about
it, it would probably be safer too, with the fire and all.”

She nodded sleepily against him, “The kids are going to be up
at the break of dawn.”

He sighed, then stood up and placed the grate in front of the
fireplace.

“Did you put out Santa’s Letter?” she asked.

“Yep, right on the cookie plate, properly covered in cookie
crumbs.” He paused. “I’ll race you upstairs…and whoever wins
has
to give the other their Christmas present tonight.” He smirked.

“Oh, no. You promised me.” She giggled, tossing the pillows for
him to put up as she raced him up the stairs.

I walked into the house, down a hallway and into the living room.
I grabbed the remote control and clicked on the television and looked
at the news. It wasn’t good. It never is.

I was at “my” end of the couch, to the right, still wearing faded jeans
and a blue dress shirt. I’d already kicked off my loafers so I was also
in sock feet. Cathie tumbled onto “her” end of the couch. This night
she was wearing black slacks and a silky red blouse with ruffles over
her large breasts. I’m not a fanatic about breasts but the red and the
ruffles accentuated Cathie’s tits and I watched them bobbing out of the
corner of my eye.

“I have to tell you this fantasy,” she said. I looked over at her.
Cathie has a perfect, smooth, white complexion, and a valentine-shaped
face highlighted by large, dark brown eyes and thick, sensual lips.
At this time, her pitch black hair was cut in a straight pageboy cut
that framed her face, kind of like representations of Cleopatra.

Before I met her, I’d always been attracted to short, thin women.
Cathie was nearly as tall as I am, five foot eight or so, and voluptuous.
She had large breasts and wide, wide hips. Just goes to show, I guess,
we fuck with our minds, not our bodies. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given
Cathie a second glance.

“Sometimes when you’re away on a trip,” she said, “I get horny, laying in
bed at night. Now and then I wonder what it would be like if you didn’t
come back, if you dumped me for someone else.”

Dutifully, I said, “That’ll never happen, Cath.”

“I know,” she answered. “Still, I fantasize about having this party.
I’m single again and I invite everyone, all my friends and even people I
meet in the bar. I’m not with anyone, I’m just the hostess. I wear that
short, black cocktail dress you bought for me, with the hem way up above
my knees and the low cut top, bare feet and no bra or pantyhose. All I
have on is the cocktail dress and my white, silk panties underneath.”

“Very sexy, the black and the white together,” I commented.

“Well, I need new man in my life, don’t I?” she asked. “You’ve left me
all alone.”

“Right,” I said.

“We have the stereo blasting away and we’re dancing and drinking, telling
jokes, having a great time. Probably because you’re not there,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I grunted.

“During the party, I notice a guy named Mack who got invited at the bar.
I don’t know him but he asks me to dance a lot and I can tell he likes me.
He has two friends with him, Tony and Steve. They ask me to dance too and
I have a great time, probably because I’m too drunk to think about you.”

“Could we cut the disparaging, editorial comments about me?” I asked.
“After all, I haven’t left you and I have no intention of leaving you.”

“OK,” she agreed. “I was just trying to tell you what I feel in my
fantasy, to make it complete. Mack is good looking. He’s wearing
jeans and a jean jacket, he’s about medium build and he has straight,
brown hair down to his shoulders, with bangs. He’s a very intense guy.
Tony is Italian or Greek or something. He’s not very tall and he’s
thick through the body. Not fat, just heavy. Steve is the Nordic type,
with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s kind of tall and thin.”

Cathie said, “All of them are perfect gentleman during the party, even
though I’m teasing them, playing one off against the other. Anyway,
about two in the morning, most of the guests have gone. The last ones,
except Mack and his friends, leave about two thirty.”

I moved over to Cathie’s side of the couch, ignoring the television in
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Well, babe, you said to write back quickly, so here it is.
Wow, you don’t mess around, do you? 16 pictures! (Actually, I
hope you DO mess around. And I want to do it with you!) We could
argue over who has the better body, but why waste the time? Lori,
I’m going crazy over yours. Your tits are just the right size for
me, and your nipples look delicious. Now I’m looking at your ass
and wishing my lips were planting soft kisses all over your
cheeks. Do you like to have your ass kissed? Your first photo
hinted at the cuteness of your face, but it certainly didn’t do
you any justice. And I REALLY like the photos of you oiled up,
too. You look so sexy that way. Wouldn’t it be fun to get oiled
up together and make beautiful love? Oh what I’d give to rub my
body against yours!
I know what you mean about typing with one finger. That’s how
I typed the first letter I sent you. I think I write sexier that
way. Luckily, I have a computer, so I can go back and correct the
mistakes. But don’t worry about yours. The mistakes show me how
excited you are. And I want you to be excited. Today I’m wearing
my Joni’s Butterfly, so I can use both hands. But I can tell
already that I won’t be able to make it through all of this
without an orgasm break.

Yesterday was such a bummer for me. I found your anxiously-
awaited letter in my mailbox, but my husband and kids were around
all day. I wanted so much to spend time poring over your letters
and photos. And I had such a need to write to you. I was
constantly aware of the wetness between my legs. Finally, when
the kids were down for their nap, I told my husband I was going
to take one, too. He winked and offered to help, but I begged off
with fatigue. Then I locked myself in the bedroom and spent an
hour and a half masturbating over you. Lori, you’ve really
excited me! And don’t worry about my husband. You primed me
pretty well for some rousing fun with him last night.

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch you bring
yourself to orgasm. It’s nice to know someone else who admits she
appreciates masturbation as much as I do. You know how secretive
girls are about that. Even some of the bi girls I’ve known
wouldn’t admit they masturbated. I’ll never figure that one out.
You’d think that would be an easier taboo to overcome than
bisexuality. My college roommate and I use to sit in chairs
facing each other while we masturbated and talked dirty to each
other. That was always exciting to me. I like to watch my lovers
masturbate, and I was even fortunate enough to see a couple of
girls do it when they didn’t know I was watching. Anyway, we’ll
have to compare notes.
I loved the story about you and Karen. It’s fun to imagine it
happening. And it’s fun to picture what you must have looked like
at 15. Probably because of my background, teenaged girls will
always turn me on. But enough of that. You were curious about my
first time.

My first experience with sex of ANY kind was at fourteen. My
sister was sixteen, and she’d just returned from her first date.
(I think we started dating a lot later than you, Lori.) I’d been
curious about cocks for a couple of years, and I’d certainly felt
the empty, tingling feeling between my legs. But other than
squeezing my thighs together, I did nothing and knew nothing. And
I’d been envious of Kathy’s big breasts for quite awhile, too.
(Mine were just little buds.) But I can’t say I had any sexual
feelings for her or her breasts.
At any rate, I’d lain awake waiting for her return because her
first date was exciting for both of us. Under the covers and in
the dark, she whispered all the little details. Unbeknownst to
me, however, she was playing with her pussy while telling me her
exciting story. All of a sudden, in the midst of the petting
“struggle” at the park, she stopped and was lost in her first
orgasm. I had no idea what was going on and was afraid that
something terrible was happening to her. She kept me from getting
Mom for help (Wouldn’t that have been something!?), then told me
all about what had happened, how good it felt and what caused it.
I tried. It felt nice enough, but it certainly wasn’t a big
thing for me.
Kathy came over to my bed to show me how. I still remember
every single second of that night, Lori, and the emotions each
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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By Dryad (MF,Oral,cheat)

I rapped my knuckles on the screen door as I held the box with my other hand. Another quick job; replace a CDRW drive, get in and get out. I sighed as I looked at my watch. I waited a few moments, then saw her peek through the glass.

First I was struck by how her girl-next-door features fit the voice I heard when I called to set up the appointment. As she opened the door for me, the second thing I noticed was a bit more unprofessional of me: her nipples pressed out against her soft sweater.

“Come on in,” she said as I shook myself out of my reverie. “Ignore the mess, I haven’t had a chance to clean.”

She led me through the kitchen. A few breakfast dishes sat in the sink. On the table, an open tin of crayons sat beside a small stack of coloring books. This was nothing compared to some kitchens I’d been forced to walk through. “Whose kitchen DOESN’T look like this?”

She shrugged and kept walking. I followed. She was truly small–barely five feet. At six-foot-four, I tower over the average woman. She would barely reach my chest.

We passed through an equally lived-in but well kept living room to her office. She looked embarrassed as she led me in. “I’m sorry it’s such a disaster. It’s supposed to be my office, but all sorts of stuff ends up getting tossed in here.”

I could see her point–broken toys, a Barbie house, and linens all jockeyed for space with the books and computer equipment in the small room. This was obviously her workspace, so why did everyone throw all their crap in here? Didn’t they care?

I sat down at the computer and began work–reset the screen, checked drivers and such. Verified the specs on the RAM, virus protections and the CD-RW driver. Her computer’s system wasn’t going to support the new CDRW that was sent so it was a good thing I brought the new program. After optimizing, it was time to open up the housing.

I’m used to having clients hang around and watch what I’m doing. After all, it is their system, their house. Doesn’t bother me. She stayed close though, closer than most carrying on inane chatter;

“Have you been doing this long?” She moved things about on her desk without any sort of rhyme or reason, her arm occasionally bumping into mine.

“A while; about five years.” I watched her from the corner of my eye as I worked. She flitted about like a bird, staying at my elbow, shuffling papers, then reshuffling them.

“Are you nervous?” I finally asked.

“Not at all!” she answered shrilly.

“No need to be,” I said as I opened up the tower. I turned to explain what I was going to do. She leaned over my shoulder for a closer look. Her breast brushed against me, and her nipple, hard as a pebble, pressed into my shoulder. It took a moment for me to refocus on what I was supposed to be doing. My fingers fumbled.

She pointed to the small flashlight I was using. “I could hold that for you if it would help.” I didn’t really need it, often doing this by sense of touch, but with her body so close to mine, my hands were unsteady. So I agreed.

She moved behind me and scrunched up close in the tight confines of the room. Her chest grazed my back. She moved like a feline–soft and sleek–but something was holding her back.

“Just a bit more this way.” I placed my hand over hers, redirecting the light. I was amazed at the difference; my large, thick fingers over her delicate, pale hand. Her fingers were cold, belying her earlier contention of not being nervous.

“What do you use the computer for?” I asked, trying to get back on track.

“I design web sites. Work for a couple different companies.” She shifted, bringing her body close to mine again. “I like the flexibility of working from home. If one of the children is sick, I don’t have to worry. If I want to go out for lunch, no big deal.” She was animated yet more relaxed than before.

“Well, it’s a lovely home you have.” Not bad for working from home.

“My husband’s and mine.” Her entire demeanor became subdued. The energy she had just seemed to disappear.

“You’re married?” I was surprised.

“Yeah.”

“What does your husband do?” I straightened up, having gotten the drive out.

“He’s a bus driver.” Her tone was abrupt.

“Kinda opposite ends of the spectrum there, huh?” She nodded, focusing on my hands. I pulled the new drive out of its packaging.

“That’s it? That’s great! They told me they wouldn’t be able to upgrade!” she rubbed her hands together, suddenly excited once more. I wonder if she realized how quickly she changed the subject, or for that matter, her mood in general.

“Well, your old drive was actually obsolete. Can’t even find it anymore. So now you have this one. It’s why your old driver won’t work.”

She grew silent as I worked the drive into the casing. She leaned closer into me, and I have to admit, she was making me feel hot under the collar. I knew she could hear my quickened breath, but damned if I could stop it or quiet it. I focused myself on getting the disk drive into the housing. It was a tight fit.

Of course, that set my brain in a whole other direction; at five feet tall, she would fit so snugly against my body, and my body shifted at the thought. I finally forced the stupid drive in, and I pinched my finger.

“Shit!” A really good blood blister began to bubble up. I made a tight fist until the sting diminished a little, and turned back to my work. With the drive in, I was able to close the tower back up and install the driver.

While it was loading, I asked her where the facilities were.

“Right around the corner,” she said, nodding towards the hallway.

I took care of business in the small room then washed my hands in the sink surrounded by children’s toothbrushes and Blue’s Clues soap.

As I came back from the bathroom, I noticed it. A hole in the wall. Directly across from the office door, a large hole, as if someone had been leaning against the wall to break down the office door, and instead broke through the sheetrock. You could almost see the indent of a shoulder. Don’t know how I missed it before. She’d apologized for just about everything else in the house, she must’ve forgotten the hole was there. How could you forget something like that? It reeked of anger. I shook my head. She didn’t belong; but then again, no woman belonged in a place that bespoke of violence.

I went back into the office. Her back was to me, fiddling with books on the bookshelf, straightening papers on her desk. I watched for a moment, then cleared my throat. She jumped at the sound before turning around.

“You’re blushing.” I could smell her scent, could see her fighting some need

Her hand flew to her face, cupping her cheek. “Really? I haven’t blushed in ages.”

“Mmmhmm. Right down your chest.” I looked at the dip in her V-neck sweater. Her eyes followed my gaze. A crimson flush blazed across her pale flesh. She surprised me by lowering her hand and stroking her flushed skin.

“Would you like to see how far down it goes?” She said it so quietly, I almost missed it.

Her head was down, not looking at me, as if she were a good little catholic girl about to give her first real confession. My God, she was shaking! I cursed the fool who made her feel ashamed of her body, ashamed of her desire.

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” I struggled with wanting to touch her, comfort her, but it wouldn’t be me choosing how this thing continued. This was her battle, her demon. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her sweater, pulling it up over her breasts. My breath caught.

She was beautiful.

Her skin something a Renaissance artist would have painted. She looked up at me, saw the look on my face, my hands clenched at my sides.

“It’s okay if you want to touch them.” My fingers itched for just such a thing. The round curves leading up to her crinkled, apricot nipples. Slowly, as though reaching for a skittish colt, my fingers brushed up the outside curve of her breast. My fingers circled their heft, kneading them gently, then more firmly. Her body shivered and swayed against me. My thumbs flickered lightly over her nipples. She moaned softly at first, then with more fervor.

Her tone shifted, and I knew she was about to ask for more. My hands moved over her warm, malleable breasts as my brain raced ahead to what I should–what I _would_ do–if she asked. She deserved better than what I’d seen, certainly, but I also knew this wasn’t about me. Her hand left my chest and I could hear the soft sound of a zipper being undone. Suddenly, she stepped away from me and left her skirt in a puddle on the floor at her feet. She stood there for a moment in all her nude glory. I didn’t know what to do.

She took the decision out of my hands when she suddenly knelt before me. Her fingers raked my pants down my legs, raising a sigh from me. My dick popped out and her eyes grew wide. Her fingers touched me as she looked up. It jumped at her touch, and I was no longer able to deny her anything. She placed her warm lips against my head and sucked it into her mouth. My legs shivered, and I pulled the computer chair over to me. I collapsed in it, and she never lost connection.

She was amazing and enthusiastic, that much was certain. She could take my entire length in her mouth and throat, a feat all in itself. But she also managed to know exactly when I was about to come and pulled back just enough to keep me on the edge. It was about the third time she did this when my brain kicked back in, and I realized that this was all wrong. Not necessarily the sex, that was her choice, but that here I was taking and not giving. From what I’d seen, that in itself was a gross error.

Slowly, I pulled her off my aching cock and turned her around. She looked concerned until I began to stroke her steaming pussy. God, she was so hot and wet. Her knees buckled, and I caught her.

“Lean back.” I hushed.

She fell back against my chest, her head nestled into the crook of my neck. My hands continued to investigate all her secrets, finding first her moist depths, rubbing quickly against her clitoris. Her body arched and climbed up higher on my body. Her moans became squeals, and then squeals became whines. One hand wandered back up to her soft breasts. I picked up speed over her clitoris, and whines turned into shrieks. Tension eased from her body as she lay against me, sated.

After a few moments, she whispered, “Let me return the favor.”

“You don’t need to do that,” but she had already slipped between my legs, sucking my hardness back into her gifted mouth. She slid my thickness deep, making me squirm and utter sounds I haven’t uttered in ages. My fingers gently stroked her hair from her face as I moaned what few words of praise I could squeak out. It didn’t take long this time for me to feel the impending onrush. I grasped the chair’s armrests until my knuckles were white as my orgasm erupted into her mouth. I was shocked as she continued to swallow. The head of my penis squeezed in her throat. My groaned “Thank Yous” mixed with my cries to God as I continued to pump into her mouth.

It took me a moment to regain my sense of self. At first, I felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of her, but her radiant smile soon put that thought, at least temporarily, out of my head. I sighed as I pulled myself back together.

I still had a bit of work to do. Reluctantly, I checked the new drivers, making sure everything worked well. I called my boss to let him know the new additions and the edited time of my arrival. I boxed up the old disc drive while she signed my paperwork. She led me to the door.

I stood at the door, looking at her dispirited beauty. Having to leave but not wanting to. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose you.”

She nodded.

I looked for a moment longer, then stepped out the door.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

Dryad
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We have huge pine trees in our backyard. We’d been talking for years of getting rid of them. They’d drop needles all over our yard, as well as the yards of our neighbors. We couldn’t cut them down ourselves; they were too large, and with our luck we’d hit our house, or worse the house of a neighbor.

So we did what all suburbanites do, and called a tree service. My husband was at work, and my mother took the children so they wouldn’t be in the way and get hurt. I let them in early in the morning. The crew drove the heavy trucks into the backyard. They had one truck with a chipper on it, and one truck that held the cherry picker that raised them up high to top off the tree.

The crew included 4 men. They were all young, in their twenties, and very muscular, as you’d expect them to be. The crew chief was in his late 20’s, with short dark hair, and dark eyes. His smile was infectious, and soon, he had me feeling at ease.

I watched for a while, while things were explained to me by the various workers, answering my curiousity. It started to get warmer out, so I brought them out some drinks, to much applauded thanks. Since there were 4 good sized trees, I had been told they would be there the day. As the sun grew higher, Mike, I found the crew chief was named, called lunch break. The cherry picker came down in a loud hiss of hydraulics, and he hopped out and smiled at me. I offered my kitchen to the guys, knowing it wasn’t often they were able to get out of the sun and heat, which they all gratefully accepted. I looked at the cherry picker, knowing of my fear of heights, but also intrigued with the machine. I had surruptiously been watching Mike as he wielded his chainsaw high overhead, and had been getting warmer and warmer; a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.

Mike was still outside, getting things together. I strode up to him, smiling sweetly. He smiled back, “What’s up?”

“Well…..I was wondering if you’d help me.” I smiled. I was still feeling my way through this half-hatched plan. It was wild, fantasy material, a bit of my former self that had been buried since my marriage.

“sure, what do you need?”

“Well, see, I’m afraid of heights. And I was wondering if maybe you could take me up in the picker. I know you can do it from the basket.” I smiled, hopefully sounding innocent, yet giving a hint of what I was thinking.
He looked at me quizzically, as if he wasn’t sure he was reading me right. My smile brightened as I saw he was reading me between the lines.
“Oh, sure, I think we can do that…You’d get a great view of the neighborhood.”

We walked over to the basket, where he lifted me over the side and deposited me in as if I were a feather, and I shivered at his touch. He climbed over the edge as well, and reached behind me, in the close confines, leaning into me, to grasp the belt there. “for safety,” he replied, winking at my quickened breath. He attached his and I found I had quite a free range of movement with it, which afterwards I thought should have been painfully obvious, considering what they needed to do in the basket.

He pressed the button, and I felt the hydraulics jerk as we began our ascent. He studiously looked the other way, looking out over the horizon. I was beginning to be unsure of what I was doing. After all, maybe he was just being nice…and he wasn’t aware of my limited seduction. I started to bemoan my lack of practice. Then, we were at the full height, and indeed, you could get a fantastic view of the whole neighborhood. He came to my side, his breath fluttering my hair as he pointed out various features of the land. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and looked at him.
“feeling adventurous?” I smiled as I slid down before him.

His eyes widened as he began to understand me. “discretion, right?” Well, I had to ask, after all, I am married. He nodded mutely, dumbstruck. The sides of the basket now hid me from view, and anyone looking up would assume he was by himself. I smiled up from my kneeling position, seeing only him and the blue sky above. I reached for his belt, and his hands settled over mine, helping me. I could feel his hardness pressing against his work pants, so I reached my hand in to keep the zipper away as I tugged it down. I looked up when I heard his soft moan. I smiled, as I dragged his pants and boxers (gotta love a man in boxers) to his knees.

His cock sprang out before me. I looked at it, smiling dreamily. Its one eye couldn’t seem to focus on me, as it kept bouncing around trying to get a better look. Its head was purple, flat and wide, silently begging for my attention.

So I gave it. No pretense, no complications. I took the head into my mouth quickly, my tongue flicking at the eye. I sighed softly, missing that which my husband long ago had decided was unnecessary. I slid my mouth lower, wondering if I was still as able. I bounced up and down on it a few times, but did finally manage to deep-throat his 6 inches, moaning deeply when his cock jerked in my throat. I looked up to see him holding either side of the basket, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration.

I began to swallow. Long hard swallows that squeezed his head in my throat. I smiled against his cock as I heard him moan rather loudly. I slid back up to his head and then off, blowing lightly at his tip and watching it jerk in response.

“Wow, where did you learn that!?” He shuddered in amazement, “Your husband is one fucking lucky guy!”

I snorted in derision, “he’s been turning my blowjobs down for years…why do you think I’m up here?” I smiled, the dove my head lower, and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I savoured the tightness of his skin, the taste of his sweat. He began to buck against my face, his cock sliding against it, as I sucked his balls. I looked and could see his knuckles getting white from the strength he was exerting. I took pity on him, and frankly myself, and latched back onto his hard, heated cock. My tongue swirled in mysterious patterns along the underside, my lips tightly over his head, as I began to truly suck. The suction was so great, I felt his balls tighten further, and my hand went down to squeeze them lightly. My other hand, wrapped around behind him, as I squeezed his ass.

I smiled as I felt his hands stroke my sun heated hair. I felt his confusion, trying to decide whether to pull me closer, or push me away. I took the choice from him, sliding back down to his base, continuing to suck and heard his gutteral moan. I took his hands from my head, and placed them on either side of my face, offering silently. He took my offer, beginning to quickly fuck my mouth, I moaned, feeling him shudder at the vibration. I got hotter and hotter, knowing he was close, knowing how close we were to others. He started to buck into my mouth, his smooth gait suddenly breaking down as he neared completion. I let my teeth gently graze and catch the underside of his head, my lips closing tightly as he exploded into my mouth, groaning loudly. I swallowed greedily, drinking as shot after shot of his salty sweet cum poured into my mouth. I slid back down to his base, sucking him cleanly off, absorbing the last spasms of his orgasm, before releasing his cock, and standing up.

It was at that moment the other workmen came out. They hollered up to me in their jovial way, “How’d you like the view?”

I grinned back, winking at Mike, “oh, its spectacular!”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2001

Dryad
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It was three days until my eighteenth birthday. In a week, I was leaving home for the first
time to attend an all women’s college. While I wanted to pay attention to my studies,
I knew I was going to need some added diversion. When a friend of mine asked if I would come
with her to Norfolk, I was all for it. A free vacation, just for helping her with her kids,
and possibly seeing some action before I entered the convent…uh, school.

The week was over, and not seen hide nor hair of any straight guys, good looking or not. We had
driven down from New England, and spent the time talking on the CB with the truckers. She had
decided to drive at night, since the kids would sleep. It was about 3 am when we were talking to
a couple of truckers who were heading the same way as us. One was younger, from Maine, the other,
a divorced forty something, who was very sweet. Mr. Maine offered me a ride. I had already taken
my turn driving, and was bored. I decided if I was going to have any fun, this would be it.

We stopped at the next rest area, and I moved over. I was in for such a shock. The man was
built! About 5′ 10″, not a bit of fat, and man, those arms! They were as large as my thighs.
I quickly stopped drooling, and climbed up. My friend caught a look, and just grinned at me.

It was slow going at first. He, after all, was driving, and I was a stranger. I however, was
wearing a very short skirt, and didn’t mind hiking it up some. I noticed he was looking, and
decided he was definitely interested. I took the next step when I realized his shoulders were
sore. I unbuckled, and began massaging his shoulders, moving up and down his arms, and down his
back. Feeling him relax, I took a nibble at his neck. I felt the increase in his speed, and
smiled. I slid my fingers through his dark, curly hair, and moved to nibble his ears. I could
feel him squirm.

The next question he asked me was how old I was. I figured I was close enough, and told him I
was 18. I found out he was 28. But this was all kid stuff. I could see his cock straining
against his jeans in the streetlights as we drove. I was getting excited, and knew finally,
I was going to have some fun. His seat was set rather far back, and I wiggled in front of him,
much to his disbelief. When I started to rub the insides of his thighs I could tell he was
really interested. With one hand on the wheel, he used his other to open up his pants.
There is nothing better than sucking a guy off who can’t respond. I love doing it when he’s
driving. I pulled out his dick, and started to tease. I let the tip of my tongue lick the well
at the tip sucking up all the precum. I opened my mouth wider, and let my teeth lightly graze
over his head. I could feel him move to get better feeling, but I kept him where he was. I
would only let the head in at first, and sucked it dry. Slowly, I began to move a bit lower,
letting my teeth just barely graze. With a sudden jerk, I took all 6ish inches into my mouth
at once, and sucked it hard. I reached below and began to play with his balls. I moved my mouth
up and down slowly at first over his hot cock. I wanted more of him. He was holding onto the
steering wheel now with both hands, trying to push himself deeper into my mouth. I let him go
for just a minute, and sucked each of his balls into my mouth, giving them the same treatment.
I let his balls go, and went back to sucking hard at his dick. I bounced over him, until I felt
the cum rush into my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily, and kept going, but slowed down.

I wiggled back out, and gave him a kiss while he drove. His exit was still a bit away, and I had
my eye on the sleeper he had behind the seat. We talked just a bit, mostly about sex. When it
came time for his exit, my friend said she would keep going, but the other trucker we’d been
talking to, was stopping for a bit anyway, and would be happy to catch me up later. So, I knew
we would have some time to play. When he stopped, I climbed back out of my seat. I kissed him
deeply, pressing my body up against his. He pulled me over into his lap, and reached into my
shirt. Since it was so late, I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on, and he began rubbing my naked
breasts, while I unbuttoned his shirt. He reached his massive arm under my legs, and swung me
around onto his bed, where he pulled the shirt up over my head. I reached up to him, and helped
him off with his shirt, as I kissed him, and pulled him down on top of me. My skirt was
somewhere up around my waist, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted his hard cock
inside me. I reached down, and started pulling on his belt. I helped him undo his pants, while
he was sucking at my breasts. As soon as his pants were off, he shoved his cock inside me hard,
and god, did it feel good. I reached my legs up, and wrapped them around his waist. I loved the
way he was just ramming into me. You would think after being sucked off, he’d last, but maybe
he just hadn’t had a woman in a while. Because next I knew, he pulled out, and spread his cum
all over my chest. He took a minute to get his bearings, and started to get cleaned up.

“Damn girl, you’re a good lay!” I smiled brightly, glad to hear it, but still voraciously horny.
“I gotta start heading out, or I won’t make my deadline.” I nodded mutely at this abrupt brush
off. I got my clothes back on, left him my number and address at school, and told him if he ever
went through, to give me a call. We got on the CB, talked to our other friend who met me and
brought me to his truck. I wreaked of sex, and was lost in my own little world.

“No staying power, huh? Poor thing. I know what would make that feel better.”

I smiled warmly at him, but then…
That’s another story.

copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 1997

Miriam turned the key as she jostled shopping bags in her arms. She dropped everything
on the table and checked her blinking answering machine. She heard the traffic drone
behind his cultured voice:

“Hi Meri—sorry I missed you. I’ll try to make time to see
you after this trip– you know how it is. Don’t call my
cell—the wife has it for the weekend. I’ll try and call when
I get back. Love you.”

Her cat meowed and wound between Meri’s ankles. Miriam picked her up and brushed
her face into the cat’s fur.

“It’s just you and me again this weekend, Moxie.” She put the cat down and reached for
the groceries, quietly putting them away.

The weekend dragged. She watched TV, did some needlepoint. In the wee hours of the
morning, sleep still eluding her, she pulled out a worn and tattered deck of playing cards. She sat Indian style in bed, laying the cards out in the familiar pattern. She knew it was cliché—woman alone, playing solitaire, but it was better than thinking about why her bedside companion was a cat, instead of a man.

He swore it would be different. His children were grown; he could leave anytime.

By Monday she was in a rage. She was a fool, having wasted all this time on a man who
wouldn’t choose. In a fit of anger, she threw the rose vase he had sent once. The sound of the shattering glass released something inside her. Her eyes darted, searching for more breakables. She spied the lamp and slammed her fist into it. She crumpled to the floor as tears of pain and despair streamed down her lined cheek. The cat rubbed against her bloody hand.

Then the phone rang. She reached for it.

_She was gone._

He shook his head — all their years together — a tear slowly wended its way down his
cheek, as he began to pack her things.

The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise’s wedding. He remembered how happy
she was, how she felt in his arms as they danced around the room. The material was soft,
clingy, sensual; like her. It floated around them, reminding him of their own wedding
day, when her veil floated around them as he swept her in his arms. He sighed softly,
inhaling her lingering scent.

Maybe this was a bad idea. It was too soon, too raw a wound to clean out now. He
didn’t want to lose what he had left of her. He closed the half filled box and headed out
the door.

He found himself walking. Not quite aimlessly, but meandering nonetheless. He ended
up in the city park, a grand old place. He walked the avenue of ancient oaks that soared
above him in an arch. The squirrels tittered at his feet, playing some sort of squirrel
soccer with a nut. He smiled slightly, remembering how she would always throw them
the saltines she invariably kept in her oversized purse.

They met in this park, near the large central fountain. It was right after the war. He had
come home, feeling lucky but feeling so very tired. She made him want to celebrate, to
_Live_. Her dark sparkling eyes, always so full of fun. She used to chase him around the
fountain until he reversed gears and would catch her. She would rock in his arms,
slightly out of breath, her breasts against his chest, as she tiptoed up to sneak a kiss.

It was as he was wandering that he bumped into her; Sandy, Denise’s best friend.

“Mr. Allard, I’m so sorry. I heard. It was so sudden. She was too young. I’ll miss her”
She said empathetically, her hand on his arm. He was unsure whether it helped or made
him angry.

“Thank you,” he said forcing a slight smile. “It was quick; she didn’t suffer much.” _Kid,
what did she know?_ She fell into step with him.

“This place,” he shook his head, “it was so special. Did you know, Laura and I met here?
I proposed to her, at the fountain.” He chuckled slightly. “I was never so scared. I shook
so bad, I actually dropped the ring in the fountain.” Sandy smiled at him. “I could see
you doing that. I bet Mrs. Allard just laughed.”

He nodded, smiling in memory, “We both jumped in, running our hands around looking
for it. She was so wet….” His voice trailed off, realizing to whom he was speaking.

Sandy reached out for his hand, squeezing it. “It’s okay. It’s important to remember her
that way. I’m not exactly the little kid you remember,” she pointed out softly.

And to his chagrin he noticed her obvious warmth and personality. A body young enough
to remember its soft curves but old enough to understand them. _She had to be what?_ He
thought to himself idly, _29? Yes, must be since Denise was._ With dusk quickly
approaching, it had begun to rain softly and he observed her nipples harden as the cold
water soaked her thin peasant blouse before shaking himself out of his reverie.

Sandy smiled at him, softly, empathetically. She took the hand she held in hers, and
placed it over her breast. “It’s okay.” She murmured softly. His fingers trembled, first to
pull back, then to rest over her breast. _So soft._ He shivered in memory, remembering
when Laura had given him her virginity. A very private moment, one he didn’t list when
he explained why the park was so special. Laura felt so soft under his hands, his fingers
pleading as his mouth couldn’t do. And she gave, God, did she give.

They ran through the rain, ran into the hemlock stand. The thick branches gave them
cover from peering eyes and the falling rain. He leaned low and kissed her softly, putting
all his boiling emotion into it. His hand caressed her face, memorizing each detail, the
soft slope of her jaw, the curve of her neck.

She leaned into the kiss, pressing her firm breasts into him, her arms wrapped around his
neck, open and giving. She showed him with her body, reminded him he was alive. Her
leg went up to link into his. Their lips parted, their noses touching when suddenly they
lost their balance and she landed on top of him. They laughed out loud, and she rubbed
his bottom, making the minor pain glow into something more substantial. They rolled in
the soft loamy dirt and dried needles that made their temporary bed as satiny as expensive
sheets. They smelled the damp spring rain, as their heavy breaths curled over their heads.

He pressed into her, kissing her, but suddenly shy. _What next? Should I? Can I?_ So
tender of her, even now adoring her. Her hands told him though, pressing his shoulders so
his lips were within reach of her chest. His lips covered a chilled nipple through her thin
shirt, warming it with his tongue. Emboldened by her shifting sighs, he laved the
opposite one with the same attention. Her body writhed beneath his, her hips pressing up
to meet his.

“Please.”

It was only a whisper. He heard it though, rejoiced in it. She would be his. He continued
to trail down her soft stomach. Her skirt was bunched up, and he could see her exposed
thighs. He gently knelt between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Her hands
reached for his hair, pulling him closer. He nuzzled at her core, feeling the dampness on
her panties that had nothing to do with the rain. Her hands reached down to help him,
peeling them downward, down with her stockings. He sighed at the sight of her. The
scent of aroused woman, spring rain and hemlock would always make him remember.

He flicked his tongue on the outer ridges, enjoying her moans and squirms. He breathed
in her scent before nuzzling her core. Her body silently shuddered in response, and he felt
her lips spasm quickly. So silent, so different from the girls he’d met in Europe. They
had to announce to the world. Her orgasm was silent, just for him. His tongue fluttered
over her clitoris, lengthening her joy, until she whimpered low and he felt her pull upon
him, pulling him down.

He knelt up, trembling, wanting everything to be right for her. He pressed his head
against her opening, rubbing it softly against her wetness, before pressing slowly into her.

His body was shaking with the amount of concentration to retain his control. Slowly he
pressed into her warmth. Never had it felt like this. So warm, so tight. He pressed in
fully, before sliding back out just as slowly. Her moan of desire stirred him, and he
pressed back in. Slowly he built up the tempo, until he got lost in her, lost all control.
And then with her soft sighs, he too had his release.

As he came down, he opened his eyes. Sandy was beneath him, smiling softly. He was
stunned, even a bit embarrassed. It seemed so real, but it wasn’t Laura. _Laura…my
Laura…She’s gone. _

He collapsed onto her waiting, soft body, and wept, Sandy’s arms wrapped around him.
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To be followed shortly by a mirror story, “Return” from Sandy’s point of view.

Copyright Dryad 2002 (gbbjg@yahoo.com) http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad

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“Let me go with you,” she wheedled. “I’ll paddle, and you can
troll.”

He sighed. “You know I prefer to fish alone.”

She knew. She knew how he would go out for hours, leaving her
with the children, whole weekends where she would see him for
minutes a day. Weekends where, during the winter, he’d be giving
that sort of undivided attention to her. It was six weeks into
fishing season, and she was starting to get itchy.

“Mom said she’d take the kids, so we could go,” she said.

He tried to dissuade her. “We’ll be paddling upriver.”

However, she loved to canoe, and didn’t have a problem with
that. With the enforced inactivity of the last few weeks, she
was looking forward to any sort of exercise.

“We’ll be fine. I’ll even pack some lunch.” She smiled.

“Whatever floats your boat, sweetheart.”

She grinned wider. It was as if he was giving her carte
blanche, and she knew how she wanted to use it. She was going
to go fishing too, but her quarry was a mite more skittish than
your average trout.

Together they packed the car with all the canoeing necessities,
loaded the kids up and dropped them off on the way.

It was a beautiful May day. The sun was bright and warm, the
sky that perfect robin’s egg blue. The open windows in the car
let in the occasional waft of fragrance from lilacs and apple
trees in bloom.

She heard the water gurgling in the distance as he pulled the
car into the small gravel lot.

They trudged with their equipment down the steep embankment to
the river. Wide, but not too wide, slow moving for spring, and
reflecting the perfect sky in its clear, dark depths.

The canoe slid smoothly into the calm water. He took the
paddle and pushed off like a punter against the ground,
thrusting them into the current. They took turns on the sides
of the canoe; she on the left, he on the right. And then by
some unseen agreement they would switch sides. The sound of the
water lulled them.

They paddled far upriver, passing only one boat, surrounded by
wilderness on either side; only the distant hum of the highway
in the far distance let them know they were not in the distant
past. They dropped anchor in small pools, allowing him to cast
into the eddies the trout seemed to prefer.

She watched him. He’d carefully choose his lure then cuss when
it snagged on an unseen underwater branch. She opened her book
and read quietly, the current gently bouncing the boat. She hid
her little smirk behind the book when the line snapped.
Patiently, he’d put on another lure and cast back into the eddy.
This time, he managed to pull out a nice brownie. After
releasing it, he pulled anchor. Without being told she stowed
her book and picked up her paddle, moving them even deeper into
the wild.

They followed this tack for a while. The sun warmed them,
until it was overhead, and they pulled out the sandwiches they’d
brought for lunch. She munched on the ham and cheese as he
continued to cast his lures and reel them back. The cicadas were
creating a hum in the distance, and the sun was warm upon her
…End of the part1. To be continued..

The eighteen-year-old blond single mother to be was the next to be seen. Brenda had been seeing him once every few weeks ever since her third month. Doctor Joseph Robert’s, who was a handsome man in his mid thirties and had a gentle touch. She recalled her previous visits as her panties dampened. She crossed her legs tightly to curb the feelings stirring within her.

“When will he be finished?” she thought to herself.

After what seemed like an eternity, the thirty three year old doctor finally walked out of his exam room with an attractive young Hispanic woman who was also in her eighth month. The woman appeared breathless and wide-eyed. Doctor Robert’s motioned for Brenda and escorted her into his exam room. He promptly closed and locked the door behind them.
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“You know the woman that just left?” Doctor Roberts asked.

Brenda nodded her head wondering if the doctor was referring to how flushed the woman’s face was.

“This is her third child with me. She likes it when I relax her before the exam.” He told Brenda as she began undressing for the exam.

Brenda slipped off her blouse and folded it on the chair next to the exam table. Smiling at the doctor, she unclasped her maternity bra, allowing her milk filled breasts with their darker then normal nipples to fall free. She unzipped her skirt and placed it on top of her blouse. Then her thumbs tugged at the waistband of her panties and slipped them down and off her legs.

“So, how do you relax them” Brenda coyly asked.

“Oh, most with a calm voice, other’s a gentle touch. Some get fingered. A few like her need to be opened up with something long and warm.” He smiled.

“Wow. I like that idea doctor. I’ve been waiting to see you so much for the past couple of weeks.” Brenda complained as she lay on the exam table.

“This is normal when you are pregnant. During this time the increased hormones heighten the desire within your body, especially around the nipples and vagina. It’s common for a woman to masturbate three or four times a day during her pregnancy.”

“Doctor how safe is intercourse during pregnancy?” Brenda cautiously asked.

“That depends on the woman. Some need to stop intercourse after the first trimester while others can have intercourse well into the last. In some cases intercourse is strongly encouraged when a pregnancy is late.” Doctor Robbers looked down at Brenda’s chart.

“You have no anomalies Brenda. So there is nothing preventing you from having intercourse in the last trimester.

Brenda beamed as she watched the doctor warm his stethoscope in the palm of his hand. He then slipped it against her chest, listening intently to her heart. Brenda instinctively breathed in and out. This caused her breasts to balloon up and down with each breath. The doctor listened for any abnormalities as he moved the stethoscope around.

“Ok everything seems normal there.” He added, placing the stethoscope on the table beside him.

“Have you been rubbing yourself with baby oil everyday Brenda? This prevents stretch marks and keeps your skin nice a smooth.” He asked as he picked up bottle of baby oil from the table.

“Yes doctor.” Brenda lay there quietly while Doctor Robert’s squirted generous amounts of oil into her belly button, and then with a gentle touch began rubbing it all over her paunch belly.

“ How’s that?” He asked softly.

“It actually feels very nice, you have soft hands.”

“Have you been vigorously massaging your nipples like I showed you? This is so you can nurse without pain when your baby comes.” The doctor asked as his fingers twisted and pulled on the erect nipples.

“Yes doctor I have.” Brenda answered with a grin.

“Better your fingers toughen up your nipples then your baby’s hungry mouth Brenda.”

“Hhhhhmmmmm” Brenda moaned as the nipple discharged milk droplets from his manipulations. The doctor then cupped her breast fully in his hand and squeezed it from underneath. This caused a stream of milk to squirt from her breast staining the doctor’s white exam coat.

“Ohhhhh! Doctor! Please suck on them now. You have to. I need it so badly,” Brenda cooed as she offered the doctor her leaking nipple.

“Hmm…Ohhhh” Brenda felt the doctor’s tongue swirling around her leaking nipple. He was rewarded with a warm jet stream of sweet breast milk. He suckled her for some time until finally draining her left breast.

“Ohhhhh Christ yessss suck like that. That feels so good.” Brenda began caressing
the doctor’s thick black hair.

“Ohhhhhh yess. Don’t stop!” she begged as the doctor switched and suckled on her right nipple harder than the first.
“Ohhhh, doctor keep sucking.” Brenda moaned, “You do that so well.”
The doctor returned to his clinical manner. “ Did you start your pudendal massages to help stretch and open you up for the big day?”

“I don’t think I can do them as good as you.” Brenda pouted.

“Pudendal massages make your labor and delivery so much easier Brenda.” Doctor Robert’s answered as he placed Brenda’s legs in the stirrups.

He then sat down on the stool at the end of the exam table. He caressed Brenda’s big belly and said in a soothing voice,” I’m going to do the internal massages now, Brenda. Take a few deep breathes and relax.”

He casually began a preliminary pudendal massage. His fingers circled Brenda’s labia and when they relaxed, he penetrated her. He began a slow thorough massage touching of every square millimeter inside her passage. Brenda was experiencing the heightened sexual awareness the doctor predicted. Her mouth was salivating.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddd,” Brenda gasped while Doctor Robert’s jammed his fingers in and out with brutal precision

“Oh don’t stop!!! Just do that! Oh yessssssss, finger me hard! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Dr Robert’s made certain that his fingers rubbed hard over her clit.

“Ohhhhhh, yesssss! Do my clit! Ohhhh my! That feels so good! Do that harder!’

It only took a matter of minutes before another climax gripped the doctor’s fingers.

“Oohhhhh…Ahhhhhhh.Ohhhh Myyyy… goddddddd!!!” Brenda moaned loudly, “It’s been so long! Doctor, please, please! Pull your cock out and fuck me!’

Doctor Robert’s wasted no time. He dropped his pants and pulled out his already hard 9-inch penis. He quickly slipped it all the way inside her.

“Mmmmmmm yesssss fuck me doctor!” Brenda moaned as she bucked her hips in and out against the doctor’s thrusting. Doctor Roberts’s fingers returned to fondling her breasts.

“Doctor, are you sure this won’t hurt the baby?” Brenda asked.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh No Brenda.” The doctor panted,”Ohhhhh.On the contrary. This is good for the baby. It feels what you do.”
“Then please give it to me harder doctor!” Brenda begged.

Doctor Robert’s took her request and grabbed Brenda’s hips for leverage and started thrusting faster.

“I’m cumming again doctor!! Ohhhhhhh!! Ohhhhh!! Ohhh!!! Ahhhh!!”

Brenda felt a jolt of orgasmic energy course through her body. Her vagina contracted tightly around her unborn and the doctor’s thrusting penis.

“AhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhh Jesus doctor please don’t stop!!”

Doctor Roberts dislodged Brenda’s ankles from the stirrups and helped her get off the table.“Turn over Brenda. This will be more comfortable for both you and the baby.”

Brenda bent over the table as Doctor Roberts approached her from the rear. His hands firmly squeezed her sensitive breasts as he rubbed his thick penis up and down her dripping vagina.

“Please put it back in Doctor. Ohhh!!” Brenda pleaded.“Ohhh.ohhhh.ohhhh.ohhh.ohhhh!” Brenda chanted in time with each thrust into her moist slit. The doctor slowed his strokes; he did not wish to climax to soon.

“Ohmmmmph” Brenda moaned as Doctor Robert’s pumped his penis deeply into her pregnant womb.

After several long strokes Doctor Robert’s felt his balls contract.

“Ohhhhh. Ahhhh! “Doctor Robert’s groaned as he continued pumping harder and harder into Brenda. “I’m cumminng Brenda. I’m going to baptize the baby!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh…Yesss doctor please baptize the babbbyyyyyyyy. Ahhhhhh!” The doctor’s balls spurted his warm semen deeply into her. They remained locked together until Doctor Roberts kissed her then slowly withdrew. That day Brenda had experienced about three or four of the most incredibly satisfying orgasms in her life. The doctor was right again.

After they both got dressed the doctor escorted Brenda to the lounge.

“Don’t forget that you have an appointment for the first of next month,” He winked.

“Thank you so much doctor.” Brenda smiled.

She moaned in frustration. She pulled the wet pink dildo out
of her glistening cunt. “Fuck! New batteries again!” she moaned,
flicking open the battery cover and dumping the rechargeables
out onto the bed. She reached for the stand pulled out the
freshly charged batteries and put them in. She looked at the
clock, figuring the battery time. 2 hours. Shit.

Sighing, she pressed the pink gel cock back into her yearning
pussy. The hum was louder now, more insistent, reverberating in
her pussy and against her clit. Yet still…

She pulled the laptop closer to her, scanning for stories that
would get her going. Going through her favorite authors…good
stories…but not enough sex. She started pulling up the stroke
that normally she wouldn’t touch–hot, nasty and fast. The
vanilla stuff wasn’t working, so it was time to find more
unusual fuel to jumpstart her motor.

Read stories on bondage. Warmer. Humiliation-warmer yet.
Aliens, dogs, horses, rape…each took her baby step closer, but
still so, so far away.

She glared at the clock, which was laughing at her. Four hours
and still no relief. She flicked on the TV and filled the room
with sounds of pornographic fucking-titled thusly as it sounds
different from your normal average fucking, because the
enjoyment sounds pathetically fake. Men with big-titted women,
women with women, women getting double fucked, and even triple
fucked.

Guess you can only listen to so many cries of “Baby ooooh,
yeah, fuck me good” before it doesn’t do anything for ya.

She groaned in frustration, reaching for her bedside drawer.
She pulled out the 10 inch, thickly veined plastic cock and
swirled it in her mouth. Once it was dripping with saliva, she
lowered it, pressing it below the still vibrating pink toy. The
pressure caused the pink dildo to vibrate more harshly against
her pubic bone as the head of the new toy popped into her sticky
pussy. Feeling quite full as she pressed the new toy deeper into
her cunt, she thought perhaps now she could finally cum.

She squirmed on the bed, her hips working against the double
assault in her cunt, and yet still she was stuck in third gear.
She screamed and cursed in frustration, moving her hips faster.
Her hands worked the two dildoes in a syncopated rhythm, moving
faster and faster. Finally, she reached for the nearby phone
and flicked off her toy’s noisy vibration.

“Hi Crissy, let me speak to Adam please?”

“Just a moment, Mrs.South.” the hold muzac came on as she
turned the vibrator back on, getting a pleasant jolt.

“Hey sweetheart, to what do I owe this surprise?”

“Do you have any meetings this afternoon?” she said
breathlessly into the phone.

“No,” he paused. “What’s that noise in the background? Are you
shaving the dog?”

“Mmmm” she answered noncommittally. “Can you come home early?”

“I guess so. You need help with something?”

“Yeah. I need something that only male muscle will fix.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can get away then. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she said as she hung up the phone.

She flicked the movie back on, and reset the vibrator to low,
knowing that relief would be there soon. She squirmed a bit on
the bed, relishing now the constant ache in her pussy. The movie
ended, and she rewound it back to the beginning, then drew the
computer near her, reading up on rough sex and humiliation. The
batteries, having gone for nearly 3 hours straight now, were
starting to give back out, so she took the next set out of the
recharger and switched them. Since she had to stop, she decided
now might be a good time to go to the bathroom, since Adam might
be home soon. When she returned, she squeezed the dildoes back
in her tight twat. She moaned and squeezed her tit, making the
nipple rise up. She pinched it between her fingers, feeling the
small shock down to her core.

It was some time before she heard the front door open. Floating
in a sexual haze, she called out, “I’m in the bedroom!”

She could hear him coming down the hall… “Honey, I brought Mike
home to help me. I figured you needed to move something heavy.”

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the bedroom door,
Mike gaping over his shoulder.

“Hi honey. You left something turned on at home.”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

It was only an email message from my girlfriend. I mean, how ominous could something so seemingly innocuous possibly be? Melinda wanted me to meet her at 9:00 P.M. at her home. She hadn’t discussed the possibility of anything resembling a date for the occasion, so there were no definitive plans to go anywhere or to engage in any specific activities except for my visiting her at the house. Simple enough, one would think we would simply pleasure ourselves with one another’s company once we got together. Since I had never actually been inside her home before, I was certain that there would be plenty for us to see and do.

Upon reading the message a second time, however, I felt the familiar sensation of beetles dancing in my stomach and goosebumps raising on my skin. The single paragraph email was more of an order than an invitation. There were no directions to call her to confirm things and it hadn’t seemed as though she’d considered the possibility that something urgent would arise at the last moment. The unspoken instruction was to drop everything and attend, an instruction she knew I was certain to follow.

With each successive encounter, Melinda seemed to be consolidating the rather dominant role she had defined for herself in our relationship. She was the one who initially pursued me at a party thrown by a mutual acquaintance, cornering and engaging me in a conversation about blues artists. It was a subject she somehow knew would pique my interest and about which she proved to be unusually knowledgeable, a trait that impressed me greatly.

When the conversation drifted to topics of a more personal nature, Melinda bemoaned the fact that her 5’11″ frame and assertive nature intimidated many of the men she dated. She was indeed a rare beauty, tall and statuesque, of Asian ancestry and wearing a clingy jade green silk dress, a garment that accentuated her shapely body exceptionally well. I took the opportunity to reveal my interest in her.

“Well,” I stuttered, “perhaps then you need to find someone older than yourself who’s maybe a bit more mature.” I smiled broadly, pausing for just a second, “maybe someone like me.” Melinda looked into my eyes, her curiosity piqued.

“And what makes you think that you’re older than I am?” She giggled just slightly, but knowingly, as though she were guarding a secret.

“Umm… it’s obvious.” I smiled and shifted uncomfortably, not wishing to reveal too much. “You’re still a young woman, I’m approaching middle age.” Melinda smiled and pecked me tenderly on the lips.

“Awww, that’s sweet,” she cooed softly, “but please remember that things are not always as they seem, and that it’s not too difficult sometimes to get yourself into more trouble than you had bargained for.”

“Trouble?” I chuckled, sensing a cryptic come on. “I’d risk all the trouble in the world for someone like you.” I watched her eyes widen as she licked her lips and looked me up and down, in much the same manner that a butcher would inspect a side of beef.

“Yes,” she repeated, “trouble. You look like a man well worth having, but I need for you to understand what you’re getting yourself into” I shot a quick glance between Melinda’s legs as she uttered the words “getting yourself into.”

“I would take that chance for the opportunity to be with someone like you,” I smiled, eyeing her in the same manner she had me.

Melinda didn’t utter a word, rather she smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to an adjacent bedroom. The ensuing sexual encounter, while indescribably erotic in the conventional sense, was also one of the more esoteric trysts I had ever experienced. Melinda repeatedly licked my head and neck, and seemed to have an unusual interest in a tiny spot on my face where I’d recently cut myself shaving. She sucked on the small wound, successfully drawing a drop of blood, smiling as she swirled it sensually on her tongue. Melinda sucked harder and carefully drew a tiny stream of blood. She raked it across her teeth, smiling, then cupped my face in her hands. She pulled us nose to nose and swallowed slowly, her mouth puffing up into a contented grin as I lost myself in her earthy gaze. A powerful chill simultaneously danced up my spine, short circuiting my nervous system and briefly buckling my knees. I knew in the depths of my being that it was coming through her eyes.

Those eyes, gazing deeply into mine, piercing my psyche and laying a claim on my soul.

“On you knees, lover,” she whispered, pushing on my shoulders until I crumpled deliriously to the floor. Melinda guided my head under her dress, between her legs, shrinking the size of my world, encapsulating me in a velvety darkness strongly punctuated by the aroma of her most intimate scent. I allowed my mouth to hang open, my tongue protruding ever so slightly.. until a strong hand clutched the back of my neck and pushed me into her sex.

I greeted the swelled, moist familiar shape of engorged labia lips with abandon; suckling, licking, kissing and slurping. I greedily swallowed her wetness like a dehydrated man inhaling the last few drops from a spent canteen. I was overcome with arousal, then dizziness, then an odd detachment as the secretions stung my eyes and dribbled down my throat. Melinda clamped her thighs around my face and spent herself on me, her moans muffled as I instinctively parted my jaws to catch and consume her gushing juices.

Melinda lifted her dress, split her legs and I dropped. I fought an odd altered state of semi-paralysis as I fell to the floor, watching helplessly as she methodically undressed us and mounted my stiff cock, fucking me hard and deep, pinning my wrists and raking her teeth across the soft skin on my neck. When she drew blood she sucked and lapped it luxuriantly as though she were a debutante at a wine tasting. Melinda rode herself to a long, throaty orgasm before dismounting and taking my cock into her hand. With a few short jerks I spasmed in climax,sending a rope of hot cum spewing across my stomach and chest. She smeared my spunk evenly across my body before piercing her own finger with a needle, carefully measuring out a few drops of her own blood and commingling it with my semen, forming a paste of sorts. I watched helplessly.. my limbs still feeling like lead.. as she dolloped the mixture lightly onto strategic areas on my body, my forehead, my neck, behind my kneecaps, and on my scrotal sac. Then she rose and stood over me.. licking her lips.. a predatory smile crossing her face.

“There is no turning back now, my love,” I breathed deeply, feeling the paralysis abate a little. I looked into her eyes as she licked her lips. “You are to be mine.” Melinda helped me to my feet, rubbing the mixture of drying bodily fluids deeper into my skin.

“I don’t want you to shower today, darling.” she cooed, “I want you to think about me all night and through tomorrow. I want our scents to linger and I want every thought that enters your mind to be prefaced with a thought about me. Now get dressed and go home.” She turned and walked away, blowing a brief kiss as my strength returned. I staggered away, staying at the party only long enough to regain my composure before slipping away.
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I had no trouble finding the house. It was a modest, modern split level bungalow overlooking the ocean with an oversized front yard and a chained Rottweiler dog barking in the front yard. Although it was difficult to make out specific details in the darkness, it was obvious that the structure was tidy and well kept up.

I had an ominous feeling as I approached the house, having dated Melinda for some months now and nurturing a premonition of dread I was afraid awaited me on this particular day. We had replayed the sexual tryst that took place on our first meeting several times by now, at some times more intensely than at others. It always involved her consumption of a small quantity of my blood and my wearing a small quantity of hers. I couldn’t help but feel a psychic exchange, a compromise of my free will, a progressive invasion of my soul strengthened with each encounter. Melinda was on my mind more and more frequently, and it became increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on my job or many of the more mundane matters of my day to day life. I found myself masturbating perpetually, neglecting my own affairs for the sake of fondling thoughts about my sweet siren.

The dog growled ominously at me as I teetered up the walkway. I jumped as he lunged for my leg, barely escaping the animal’s clenching jaws as I retreated, hearing a sharp rebuke break the darkness.

“Bruce!” It was Melinda. “That will be enough of that.” Melinda looked into my eyes as she swatted the retreating dog and smiled at me deeply, greeting me with a warm embrace.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, the puppy will not harm you,” Melinda licked her lips, “only I will harm you.”

She was casually dressed, wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and her trademark python boots. I smiled nervously and offered her my arm, which she took as she led me into the modestly furnished home. We seated ourselves on the sofa, at which time she kissed my forehead tenderly and caressed my hair.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Her concern seemed genuine enough.

“Well, I-” Melinda smiled.

“Nervous, scared, a little afraid of me, aren’t you?” I nodded tentatively, pierced again by those globular brown eyes, softening and comforting me now as she stroked my hair again and cradled me in her arms.

“I know, darling.. I know. It’s normal to feel that way right about now. My other pets all had the same experience, so be still. Don’t make things worse by resisting me. I am here to guide you through this unsettling time. After tonight, things will become much clearer for you.” Melinda leaned over to kiss me, pushing her tongue deep inside my mouth, enveloping me in the familiar canopy of control that had come to characterize our relationship.

She kissed passionately for a moment, then broke it off, abruptly directing my attention to an old high school science textbook she had placed on the coffee table. I thought it odd to punctuate an erotic moment by consulting a drab reference, but I said nothing. She leisurely picked the book up and began leafing through the pages. Melinda found the appropriate place and grinned. The article looked to be one about a specific insect.

“You know what? This has got to be my favorite bug,” Melinda spoke casually and pointed out a picture of an odd looking little creature. I looked, mildly curious, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. “..Abrostocetus Hagenowii.. it’s a tiny little wasp that lives in the western United States. It’s a little carnivore which feeds primarily on carrion, but when it comes time for the wasp to reproduce, it does a very curious thing.” Melinda looked into my eyes, licking her lips, then continued.

“It goes out and searches for an insect to host its eggs. Typically this is a beetle or some similar creature.. generally much larger than the wasp itself. It stings the beetle with a poison that disorients it without killing it. The wasp waits patiently for the poison to take effect, to make his prey nice and docile.” Melinda took time out from her narrative to stroke my hair, placing special emphasis on the word “docile.”

“The wasp then measures and chops off a portion of the beetle’s antennae, effectively rendering it senseless. It then herds the confused prey into its lair, where it lays an egg on it and gives the beetle one more sting to put it to sleep without killing it. When the egg hatches, well…” Melinda smiled and closed the book “..let’s just say that breakfast is served.” I looked at Melinda’s soft smile and squirmed uncomfortably, dreading that she was preparing to draw an analogy of some sort between the carnivorous insect and the two of us. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Relationships are funny, daniel. Really they are. There’s always a good deal of talk about equality and the equitable distribution of power. But in the real world, partners are seldom equals. Typically one partner very clearly takes charge.” Melinda looked right at me. “In this particular case, I think the partner who has taken charge of things has been me, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You’ve taken charge sexually, I will admit to that, but I don’t necessarily think that means that-” Melinda laughed throatily.

“Oh, but it does. And I plan to prove it to you.” She licked the tip of her finger, trailing it along my nose and lips slowly, resting it on a tuft of chest hair. “daniel, would you like to share with me what has happened to you since we met? Do you find yourself thinking about me a lot?”

“Uhmm.. I think about you, yeah.. but I think that’s normal in a er-uhmmm.. man woman relationship.” Melinda just laughed and licked her finger again, unbuttoning the top button on my shirt.

“I think you’re not telling the whole truth, daniel. I believe that you think of me all the time. I believe that your first thought in the morning is of me and the last thought at night before you turn in is of me also.” I gulped and sighed heavily as she locked her eyes onto mine. Melinda smiled and tugged my chest hair. Her voice lowered as she moved close to me and almost whispered in my ear. “I’ve bitten you, daniel. Just like the wasp, I have confused you and paralyzed you. I have disoriented you, rendering you nearly unable to function. The first part of my plan has gone well, very well indeed.” I looked at her for a minute, horrified, then began to stand up.

“I think-I think I need to leave…” I stood up, but found myself dizzy, dazed, barely able to move. It was impossible to find the door. Melinda came over and grabbed my wrists, forcing them over my head and looking into my eyes. She spoke softly, unsmiling.

“Sit down, daniel..” Her grip was strong, my soul riveted. The senses that had betrayed me returned once I was in her grasp. The only option was obedience. I sat down and Melinda smiled.

“That’s very good, my love. Now let me explain a little bit about what is going to happen next. Please keep in mind that what I am about to impart to you constitutes ancient knowledge, very powerful and profound. If you weren’t already mine, I wouldn’t share any of this with you. However the process has already progressed beyond your mortal ability to stop it.” She smirked and sat next to me, stroking my hair and wiping the perspiration from my brow. She took a deep breath and looked as though she was preparing to deliver a familiar speech. Melinda licked her lips and cleared her throat.

“Many centuries ago, a group of women who lived in the South American Andes discovered something very special about the psychic connection between the exchange of bodily fluids between people and the ensuing bond that may be formed from that exchange. In many cases, the bond is egalitarian, and people develop a relationship akin to one that close siblings would have.” Melinda paused and smiled, gently stroking my neck near the carotid artery. “The ancient women, however, discovered that such an exchange coupled with very specific sexual acts allowed them to gain control of their partners to an almost frightening degree. They further noticed that each psychic and sexual conquest allowed them to restore their youthful beauty and vigor, and eventually that it allowed them to extend their lifespans for an extraordinary period of time.” Melinda licked my neck, lightly scraping her teeth across my artery. I noted an increase in my heart rate, as well as a sense of impending doom. “The lifespans of the men, by contrast, tended also to lengthen by such exchanges. But they benefited in other ways as well, because the essence of the woman lived in them, providing a calming influence and checking their beastly nature for as long as they did live. The man also had an unusual opportunity to express his total devotion and undying love for his woman by offering himself to her in this manner.”

“So you mean to tell me that you’re a vam- vampire?” I was aghast, trying to resist her but feeling the psychic leash tightening. Melinda laughed.

“No, silly. Modern vampire stories are based on the reality of what I just explained to you. They are also terribly sexist and inaccurate, since they almost always depict a male vampire and a female supplicant. Typical nineteenth century sexism, in my opinion. The reality is completely different, the roles are utterly reversed.” Melinda smiled. “I haven’t taken your soul yet, but once I do you will feel the length, depth, and breadth of my power over you.” I looked at her in disbelief, a rebellion welling within me.

“This is absurd. For you to lay claim to my “soul” based upon your swallowing a few drops of my blood is…ridiculous!” Melinda’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at me. I felt a familiar twinge in my stomach and those dark brown eyes burrowing through me. I sensed her displeasure but continued with my diatribe.
“..hypnosis, perhaps, or the inducement of a peculiar form of panic. I attribute that to some skillful erotic manipulation on your part. But a “soul” is far to ethereal to quantify, much less possess.” Melinda only grinned and then spoke very, very softly.

“Oh but the soul does exist, daniel. Your soul will, in fact, be taken over by mine before the evening is over.” She ran a finger along my forehead and nose, scratching very lightly, then down my lips to my neck. She pinched a spot on my throat ever so slightly. “Right there is a good place, I think. That’s always a wonderful spot to open a wound. The blood tends to gush, and the supplicant does stop resisting after only a few seconds.” She smiled as I began to back away from her on the sofa. Melinda followed, scooting near. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill or even seriously injure you. But I am going to make you mine. You will know what it is to be overwhelmed by a force which you cannot comprehend.” She smiled wickedly as I shook my head wordlessly, fearfully, trying in vain to keep her at bay.

Melinda reached out and grabbed me suddenly by the ear, pulling my head abruptly towards hers. I resisted, jerking away as she pulled harder and managed to snake her other hand through some of my hair. After roughly yanking my head to one side to expose the arteries bulging beneath my skin, she opened her mouth wide, clamping down hard on me and sealing the grip tightly with her lips. I felt her tongue briefly scan my defenseless neck, searching, probing for exactly the right spot, then shrieked in terror as her incisors punctured me, simultaneously drawing the blood from my body and yet holding me tenderly, beckoning me wordlessly not to fight her. I felt her skillfully take my essence from me, the blood spilling out of me in hot spurts at first until I became dizzy and detached, unable to resist her, perched on the cusp of losing consciousness.

She stopped sucking and just lapped at my wound now, seemingly able to stem the flow of blood from my severed artery magically with a few strokes of her tongue. She licked like a kitten, trailing her tongue leisurely across my neck, savoring the liquid that remained until she had consumed it, then blowing lightly on the bite to seal it shut before looking into my eyes.
I met her gaze weakened and barely to move or breathe, my mouth agape, so submissive and contrite. Her eyes were a conduit for something powerful, and as I lost myself in their depths I felt something enter me, an energy dancing electrically down my spine and then back up again, filling me with vigor yet not filling me too fully. Melinda leaned down and kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue inside me, painting the roof of my mouth with the taste of my own blood. She pulled back, regarding me, licking her lips and smiling broadly.

“Stand up and take off all your clothes.” she said. “Do it slowly. Unwrap yourself like a Christmas gift for me.” I did as she said, slowly rising and removing my clothing methodically as she kicked me a little with her boot.

“Dance, boy. Don’t bore me. You need to keep me happy.” I responded by dancing sinuously, sensually for her, moving licentiously to some imaginary tune I knew she was thinking of, teasing like a strip club performer and slowly disrobing.
I surprised myself and delighted her, my limbs taking a life of their own as my own motor skills were repressed. I took my cues from her gaze, ultimately winding up naked before her and suddenly weak again, collapsing into the couch beside her. She looked at me and smiled, stroking my hair, then forcing my mouth open. She deliberately cut her finger on my tooth and then removed her hand, dotting her blood on my face, neck, and shoulders, marking me, purring lowly. My body responded almost on cue with a deep sexual arousal as
she moved down to grope my genitals, deliciously painting them in blood as she did so. She licked my neck and face again, then paused to look into my eyes.

“We’re almost finished, daniel. Very soon now you will be mine.” Melinda locked her eyes onto mine, pulling me into an inescapable psychic vortex. She continued speaking softly, sensuously, and very slowly. “The bondage I’m creating for you involves an exchange of fluids, daniel. I have extracted and consumed a good deal of blood from your body, but unless you extract and consume a specific bodily fluid of mine, the bond will not seal.” She stroked my hair and tended to the wound on my neck with her finger, continuing. “The final exchange must be consensual. I cannot force you to relinquish your soul, nor would I desire the soul of one who would notwillingly give it to me.” She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and looked into my eye, stroking my hair. “I’ve taken you this far, daniel, will you allow me to guide you the rest of the way into your new life?” I inhaled sharply and trembled, mustering my vanquished will, and glared defiantly, albeit weakly.

“No.” I whispered, almost inaudibly. Melinda looked at me and broke into a giggle.

“No? Are you saying no to me?” I nodded as she continued to chuckle, almost as though she’d expected such a response.

“Please Melinda,” I whispered softly, weakly, nude and rock hard before my fully clothed girlfriend. “please let me go. I don’t want this. Allow me to go home. Give me my life back.” Melinda just smiled and spoke softly.

“Darling, if you want me to release you from your bondage, I will freely do so.” She licked her lips and held me tightly, her hand stroking my rock hard cock. “You should know, however, that your carotid artery is severed. It is only the spell of dominance that I’m weaving which keeps your blood behind its walls. Should I release you now, you will likely bleed to death in less than a minute.” She smiled triumphantly as I whimpered, not certain whether to believe her but knowing that a mistake could be fatal. She continued to speak. “So you see, sweetheart, while you may be free of me if you so desire, this is the last time you will ever say ‘no’ to me regardless of your decision.”

Melinda smiled and abruptly stood up, breaking eye contact, striding purposefully across the room. “Come to me darling. Crawl to me. Give yourself willingly, unconditionally. Surrender to me. I give you a minute to decide before I break the spell. Choose your freedom and die, or be mine and live forever!”

My consciousness churned like a tornado. I looked across the room at Melinda standing, legs spread and arms crossed, licking her lips. She was so sexy, so powerful, and essentially irresistible. I crumpled to the floor and found myself crawling slowly, hand over hand, knee over knee, to where she stood. She looked down at me, expressionless, unimpressed.

“Tell me what you want, daniel. Tell me now, please.”

“I want…” The words came with great difficulty “I want to be yours, Melinda.” She looked down at me, smiling slightly.

“Mmmmm, I must have scared you then, mustn’t I?” She strode in a circle around me as my body began to weaken. I could feel the wound on my neck begin to crack open slightly, with a few drops of blood trickling out and spilling onto the floor. “Why should I have you now? Just a moment ago you wanted me to release you. Is your change of heart truly out of devotion to me, or is it to save your own hide?”

“Please, Melinda! I beg you!” A warm stream trickled down my neck, nestling in my chest hairs and dripping onto the floor. The severed artery was breaking open. “I don’t want to die!”

“Not good enough,” she smirked. “Nobody wants to die. Either convince me now that I should take you or I shall shortly feed your carcass to the dog!” I shook with terror as the wound opened a bit more, the stream of blood gushing a little more freely, my senses reeling, lightheadedness setting in. I looked up at her in reverie, deciding suddenly to bare my soul.

“Oh Melinda, I-I must be dense. I have not been able to grasp what has been happening to me of late.” I barely noticed as the trickle of blood began to slow. “I love you and want to be with you, but I am afraid of you as well. Please don’t misinterpret my trepidation. My first response is a cautious one when it comes to ownership of my soul, but if I were to give it away, it would be to you.” Melinda looked down at me and smiled, mussing my hair ever so slightly.

“That is sweet, daniel. But do you really feel that way? Would you really give it freely if it were not forced upon you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was the first time I had called her that. “To you, I would give it freely.” Melinda held me close. The bleeding had stopped.

“Then I release you,” she said. “The spell is broken. You will not die. Should you choose to walk away from this relationship right this minute, the wound will not reopen. You are free.”

“No, Mistress,” I nuzzled next to her legs. “I would rather that you take me if you will have me.” Melinda smiled down on me, then bent over to plant a kiss on the crown of my head.

“Thank you, daniel. That is very sweet. We must complete the exchange in order to seal the bond. Are you ready to do that now?” I nodded, weakening just a little bit once again. She looked down at me. “daniel, I want you to use just your mouth to take down my pants, then I want you to pleasure me orally. When I climax, you will swallow all of it. You may feel a little strange as you do so. Don’t worry about that and don’t try to fight it. Just think of me, think of your life up until now, and consider what your future probably holds for you. Allow it to sweep you away. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I reached for her belt using just my mouth. Melinda flashed an approving smile as I awkwardly tugged it loose. I wrapped my tongue and lips around the clasp holding her jeans up, and managed to unbuckle it. I unzipped the jeans with my lips and teeth, releasing a pungent, dizzying, intimate scent that served to weaken me a bit further as I tugged her panties down. Melinda grabbed me by the hair and began backing up, beckoning me to follow as she sat down on a leather easy chair, flipping her legs over my head, using her pulled down jeans to trap me between them as I found myself staring straight into her sex.

“Kiss me, slave. Worship me with your mouth and give me the gift of yourself.” I nuzzled my way up Melinda’s inner thigh, intoxicated by her feminine scent, and felt a tingle dance up my tongue as I touched her wet clitoris with it and commingled some of her juices with my saliva. I opened my mouth wide, holding my tongue out for her as she pulled me inside. I kissed and licked with abandon, letting go, bathing her pussy with my warm breath and plunging my tongue between her labia folds, curling it, suckling, swallowing her juices as my eyes burned and my face became numb. I felt a detachment, a displacement within my body, an almost incomprehensible sensation of ecstasy coupled with dread. I burrowed my tongue deeper within her, opening my mouth wider to capture her nectar, more ardently stimulated her genitalia with my lips, tongue, and nose, desiring above all else to please her and comply with her wishes. I jettisoned my free will and acquiesced, a decision I was certain she sensed when she pushed me deep within her wet crevice, clamping her thighs tightly shut, reaching down to hold me close and hug me as she climaxed, her juices covering my face and trickling down my throat.

Something intangible entered me, I’m not certain what. It worked its way down my head and shoulders to my torso, then my pelvis, and finally to the tips of my very toes. I felt a oneness with my Mistress, although the merging was not of an egalitarian nature. She enveloped me, took me over, pushed my psyche behind the scenes, and began taking control of my thoughts, feelings, and even my motor skills. I abruptly became rock hard, stiffer than I had ever recalled being, as what blood remained in my body engorged my organ as though on cue. She lifted me up by the hair and captured my gaze, pulling me towards her, thrusting her legs into the air, coaxing my hard cock between her labial folds.
I pushed myself inside her to the hilt, thrusting slowly at first, then faster, harder, and deeper as she writhed beneath me and emitted a low moan. Presently her eyes widened as she gazed at my wounded neck, hungrily lunging for and capturing it between her jaws again, emitting a primal scream as she fed on me and then threw me over onto my back. She rode me, taking me, as physically endowed with strength as I had been weakened, as though there had been a transfer. She bucked and writhed atop me, as I lay supine and unable to move, her mouth still fused to my neck. We climaxed simultaneously as I gave everything to her, moaning, shaking, writhing, and then collapsing powerless, paralyzed, feeling near death.

We lay like that for a while, with Melinda closing the wound on my neck with a few deft flicks of her tongue. She purred and enveloped me with her psyche, my spine tingling again as our eyes met and she seemed to restore my strength with her gaze. Melinda smiled down at me.

“Well, lover,” she asked. “How does it feel to be mine, utterly completely mine?” I looked up at her, awestruck, terrorized, defeated, and remade.

I tried to move my lips in response, but couldn’t. I simply couldn’t. Melinda kissed me tenderly on the forehead, licking her way down my face, sliding her tongue between my lips and probing my mouth delicately, nurturing me. She looked into my eyes, her expression softening into a luscious smile. “It’s okay my sweet,” she said. “No reply is necessary.”

This morning, I woke up horny (as usual) so I slipped my
prick up inside my sister, and fucked her.
Mary Beth was already slippery, so it wasn’t hard to get
inside her. By the time I felt the familiar tingling in my prick
that told me I was about to squirt, Mary Beth had woken up, and
was humping back at me just as hard as I was pushing into her.
My sisters all like to fuck just as much as I do, and Mary Beth
is no exception. Still, just because she likes to fuck, doesn’t
mean she wants to get knocked up.
“I’m going to shoot up you,” I warned her; giving her the
opportunity to pull off, if she didn’t want me to squirt her.
After all, I didn’t want to knob my own sister by accident.
“Huh, huh, huh, It’s OK,” panted Mary Beth, as she pushed
back even harder, “you can squirt me, if you want to. My period
was last week.”
Well, that’s a little close, but since my sister didn’t seem
to mind, neither did I. At least I had warned her. Still, we
had to be careful, ’cause Momma won’t let us marry until we’re
older, and earning enough money to afford babies of our own.
I barely had time to reflect on this, before my sister’s hot
wet hole sliding on and off my swollen prick got the better of
me, and I let her have it. Oooh, did that feel good! I felt
wave after wave of hot sticky goo squirt through my prick and
into my sexy sister’s tight little hole.
Mary Beth seemed to like feeling me shoot up inside her as
much as I did; milking each thick drop out of my dick and into
her sexy little tummy.
Our little sister Sue Ann was awake by this time; watching
with disappointment as I filled her big sister’s vagina with my
warm sticky cum. The little kid likes to have me squirt up in
her, when Mary Beth can’t take my stuff up inside her, without
risking a baby. So today, Sue Ann figured she would only get
“sloppy seconds.” Only today, seconds it turned out were better
than firsts. But she didn’t know that.
As I slowed down, with the last sticky drops of cum oozing
into my twin-sister, I became aware of the action going on on
either side of me. It seems that my fucking my sister had woke
everybody else up, and had started a regular orgy on either side.
On one side, Betty Jean and Joe were going at it like
newlyweds, while on the other, Daddy was sticking it to my big
sister Lisa Marie. Even the little kids Mike and Joany (Joanne
Lou) were “practicing” making a baby; even though neither one has
reached puberty yet.
For the next few minutes I watched the rest of the family
fuck, while I kept my half-hard prick up inside Mary Beth’s tight
little hole; leaking the last drops of cum inside her.
Mary Beth and even Sue Ann watched too; knowing that the
sight would probably get me excited enough to take care of my
little sister as well.

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It was exciting. Daddy’s prick isn’t as big as Joe’s, but
he sure knows how to make our big sister’s pussy hum with it. I
knew Lisa Marie must be close to her period, as Daddy wouldn’t
fuck any of the girls unless it was “safe” to do so. One
accidental pregnancy was enough.
Daddy never pulls out like me, so he has to make sure he
doesn’t fuck any of the girls unless it’s the right time of
month. Once he’s gotten inside a girl, Daddy knows he doesn’t
have enough control (like I do) to pull out; so he doesn’t even
start unless it’s OK.
Me, I don’t mind pulling out, because there’s usually one of
my other sisters willing and able to take my squirts; like Sue
Ann had been hoping to. Even if not, none of my sisters would
ever leave me with “blue balls”. They were all just as good with
their mouths and fannies as they were with their tight little
pussies. It had been years since I last had to resort to a “hand
job.”
I watched as Daddy speeded up; thrusting his swollen prick
into my big sister, until they were both panting and grunting
with the effort to cum. Lisa Marie’s wail announced her orgasm,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

IN>Do they win the lottery and keep having kids?

The only “lottery” Joe is interested in, is the “baby-sweepstakes” that
Lynn has once a year, when they reenact her “lesson” in rape. Other than
that, Joe doesn’t gamble, and neither do the other two.

IN>(Actually, I would not worry about the lottery if I were Joe. He has
IN>already won big.)

Amen.
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BTW, I'm going to try to save all of these comments, and put them in the
package when I send it to you. I'll remove all references to your name,
and to you, when I do. You can then edit it again, and put it out to the
net, as a comment on the story-line. I'm not sure if it should go to
a.s.s, or a.s.s.d. Probably to a.s.s, as it does kind of complete the story.

IN>Frank,

IN>Well, the wait may not have been worth it, I’ll leave that up to
IN>you to decide, but here are my editorial comments on your wonderful
IN>”Bound for Fun” stories.

(Sound of a man releasing breath he’s held for days.) ;-}

IN>First , “BfF I”

IN>> MY GOD! For the first time, I realized just how far I had gone.
IN>> Not only had I came in the little girl, possibly (Probably)
IN>come in the little girl…
IN>…

No, came is right. Past tense of “cum” or come. As in “I came, I saw,
I knocked the girl up.” to misquote.

IN>> using the diaphragm to protect her daughter from pregnancy this
IN>> time. Oh well! At least ONCE, I had done it. Actually squirted
IN>> my seed in the little girl’s unprotected belly, that it. I
IN>that is
IN>…

I already found and corrected that one.

IN>> and Mr. Jones attend to things, OK?”
IN>> “Okay Momma. If you say so.” Dutifully, lay back on the
IN>Dutifully, she…
IN>> bed, and let me open her up, to her mother’s administrations.
IN>Did you mean ministrations?
IN>…

OOOPS! You’re right.

IN>> stimulation, of having her mother poking around in her, and me
IN>> from the thought of this incredible sexy, kinky woman actually
IN>> squirting my sperm in her own daughter womb, while making the kid
IN>daughter’s womb…

OOPS again.

IN>And then, “BfF II”

IN>> huh? Frank looked almost like a nerd, but even though some would
IN>> consider him “over the hill” he still had the best imagination of
IN>> the lot of us, when it came to ingenious torture. Especially the
IN>> kind that hurt, but didn’t damage. Fred was a guy you’d expect
IN>Is this a Hitchcock-like cameo, Mr. McCoy?
IN>…

Weeeelll. . . somewhat. Not exactly, but somewhat. The description is
close, but not completely true. Especially, I DO NOT go for torture.
even bondage, is not really my bag.

IN>> something. It wasn’t real, until that final blow. Now seeing
IN>> the knife sticking in her belly, while she reeled from the deadly
IN>> blow, it finally got home to her. This wasn’t a game, and it was
IN>How do you reel from a blow when you are tied down?
IN>…

You’re right. It was her mind that reeled, not her body.

IN>> couldn’t. Any force over about two ounces, caused the blade to
IN>> vanish into the sheath. It was an amazingly effective illusion,
IN>> especially when combined with fake blood canisters, but not worth
IN>Doesn’t the blade vanish into the handle?

Right again!. My mind slipped.

IN>I hope these comments are of some value to you,
IN>and of course, they are all from a friendly source, and not meant to be
IN>barbed, even if they seem that way when viewed on a CRT.

BARBED???!!! Heck, those are FRIENDLY comments. I even welcome barbed ones,
if they show mistakes in what I was trying to get across.

IN>I hope to hear from you soon!

I’ll try to edit in these changes, and the others we discussed sometime this
week, and send you the final disk. I’ll also send along another story that’s
been sitting for almost a year, waiting to be completed, but neither Tammy or
I seem to want to finish it, so we wrapped it up, and left it where it ended.
It ends fairly nicely, but it was originally planned to be twice as long. If
we ever do finish it, it’ll have to be “Chapter 2″.

IN>I have seen all of the material I posted (finally)

I saw your second post, just the other day.

IN>and have sent out some stuff to folks who missed part 1 of 4, etc.

Thanks.

IN>I will be posting more from your first disk soon.

Could you send me another copy of the list of files I sent you?
I forgot which, and I don’t want to duplicate.
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At home, Lisa, our babysitter who was 18, was paid and I took her home,
a drive of only about three blocks. We’d met Lisa’s mother, a very attractive
woman in her late thirties, at the Palace, but Lisa didn’t know where we had
met her mom, nor that we went to the Palace too.
Arriving back home, I checked the baby, and then went to the bedroom. Kat
and Tracy were already naked and slowly caressing and kissing each other. They
asked me to join them, but I was fucked out. Kat crawled down the bed and she
sucked me into hardness, saying that at least I could fuck them all night now!
I told them I had to rest, and left them to ‘play’ for a while. I went
into the kitchen and put some decaf coffee on. I was now wearing only a robe,
and the warmth of the house felt good. I was pouring a cup of coffee when a
small noise made me look around. I listened, then heard Tracy’s soft moans from
the bedroom. As I walked into the bedroom, Tracy was sitting on Kat’s face,
clenching her tits and cumming. A movement by the glass door to the back yard
caught my attention, and I dashed out through another room, and around the side
of the house. I ran smack into Lisa, knocking her down.
“What the hell?” I said, looking at Lisa panting on the ground.
Lisa was looking at me too, but her eyes were fixed on my open robe and
my cock hanging down. “What are you doing here?” I asked her, closing my robe.
“I-I…I mean…I..” was all she could muster.
“Spit it out.” I said, leading her back towards the kitchen door.
“I was curious.” She said meekly. “I sorta knew you were swingers, and you
brought someone home.” She went on to tell me how she had snuck out of her
mother’s house and jogged down here, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of nylon
shorts with her sneakers. Inside the kitchen, I offered her some coffee.
“Well, what did you see?” I asked her.
“Ummm. Tracy with that redheaded woman.” She said, sipping her coffee.
“Okay…what were they doing?” I asked.
“Eating each other out.” she said quietly.
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“No. It…it’s sort of sexy…exciting I mean.”
“Have you ever gone to bed with another girl?” I asked her.
“Once, when one of my girlfriends slept over. We messed around a little.”
“Did you like it?”
Lisa’s eyes dialated, “Yes.”
“Are you still a virgin?” Tracy’s voice asked from the edge of the kitchen.
Tracy was wrapped in a robe, leaning against the wall behind Lisa. Lisa
turned around, a little startled.
“No. Not since sixteen.” She said.
“I’ve heard most of what you said.” Tracy started. “Wanna join us?”
Lisa started to look at me, then looked back at Tracy. She seemed to be
unsure of how to answer. Kat appeared from behind Tracy, still stark naked,
and she opened Tracy’s robe, squeezing Tracy’s left breast. Lisa slid off the
stool, and walked over, running her hands over Kat’s back and ass. Kat took
Lisa’s face gently and kissed her lightly, then Tracy did the same. The three
girls moved off to the bedroom. Tracy crooked her finger at me and I nodded,
…End of the part4. To be continued..

Her lips were pouting and wet, and she smiled at me again.

“Just to see if you still taste as good,” she said, and then went
down on her knees while I stood there by the side of the bed, and the
next thing I knew she was licking away at my pouty cunt lips.

Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was watching. He was
looking more than happy. Well, most men would have looked happy to have
seen two naked women there, with one of them licking away at the others
cunt.

I felt a thrill go through me as Jane’s wet tongue lapped away at my
pussy lips. Then, she was just poking away inside me with the tip of her
tongue, pushing just the tip inside my cunt, getting a taste of my hot
sweet juices.

After a minute or so, during which time she gave me a couple of good
orgasms, she stood up and licked her lips.

“You taste as good as ever,” she said.

“I want a taste,” said Bill.

“You can suck her out later,” said Jane, steering me toward the bed.
“Right now, Carol here wants to feel that cock of yours inside her cunt,
that’s right, isn’t it Carol?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said.

“Okay, come here and get fucked,” said Bill.

“How do you want it?” asked Jane.

“Well, Jane,” I said. “It would be nice if you sat on my face so
that I could suck you out, while Bill fucked my pussy with his lovely
cock.”

“Now, that’s what I call a good idea,” said Jane.

I smiled and nodded, and I was pleased that she was going along with
what I wanted. This really was a secret desire come true, and I was sure
I was really going to enjoy every single thing that happened to me
during the course of the night.

I lay flat on my back, and then Jane moved up the bed and within a
few seconds she was crouched over my face, so that by looking up I could
see every single detail of her pussy.

Large drops of pussy juice were dripping down from her cunt, and
these were soon splashing over my face, and those drops were hot and
lovely. I opened my mouth and some fell inside and I drank them down
…. They tasted as good as ever.

Bill was watching all this. That is the good thing about a
threesome. A man has so much to watch. It must be a real turn on for a
man to see all that.

Anyway, she was above my face and her hot cunt was dripping juice,
and I was drinking it down making my own pussy produce gobs of juice of
it’s own.

Then Jane sat all the way down smothering my mouth with her pungent
pussy. It gave me both the opportunity and the pleasure to snake my
tongue up into her cunt and begin licking her out.

I heard her shout with joy as my tongue went up inside her, and soon
she was shaking like mad, proving that my efforts were making her cum
again and again.

I sucked away, lapped away up there inside her nice tasty pussy
hole, and then I felt something that made me have a huge climax.

What I felt was the head of a huge cock against my cunt lips, and
that is the sensation that will give any woman a mind blowing orgasm.

That cockhead of Bills was all purple, hot and huge, throbbing as he
pushed it gently against my pussy lips. I felt him increase the
pressure, then felt my lips part and my cunt cream flood and cover that
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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