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We roll over and you are sitting on me, bringing my cock to an almost painful
angle. But now you control the feel of my prick inside you…the angle and the
movement, and i want you to take as much pleasure as you can. I reach up to
your breasts to caress them, and then move my hands around to your ass. You
put your arms behind you, resting your hands on my knees as you arch backwards
forcing my cock to strain hard against the front wall of your cunt. You
position emphasizes the size and firmness of your breasts. I move one hand
around to your belly and then down so that the thumb rests on your clit. I
slowly spread the moisture around as you move my cock inside you. You bring
your face down to mine and thrust your tongue deeply into my mouth. I reach
around to your ass and again let the thrust of your hips help force my finger
into the hole. As you move down, you take my cock deeply into your cunt, and
as you hips rise off of my cock I leave my finger in place and you force my
finger more deeply into your ass. No matter how you move you are impaled on me
and I am lost in you. I hear little cries from deep inside your throat. I urge
you on, “Yes, use my cock. Take it. I love the feel of you needing me,
grinding yourself on my cock. Yes, use my cock.” You move faster. I am afraid
I am going to cum so I hold your hips for a moment making the movement stop.
We rest for a bit with me inside you. I make my cock jerk inside you and you
answer with a squeeze of the muscle inside your cunt. We smile at each other.
“We can’t go on meeting this way.” I say. We laugh.

After resting and talking for a while, I take the silk scarves you have left by
the bed, and tie your hands together, and then to the headboard. You make no
sound. You lie passively, looking up at me. I know I have made the knot at
your wrists a little tighter than you had expected. There is a twinge of fear
in your eyes, but I go about my work pretending not to notice. I take two more
scarves and tie one around each of your ankles, and then to each leg of the
bed, so that you are spread wide, and open for me. I kiss up the insides of
your leg, to the thigh. I nip you there with my teeth, just a little harder
than usual. I kiss over the lips of your cunt, then leave a trail of kisses up
your belly. When I take one of your nipples in my mouth, what starts as a
licking and sucking motion, ends with a sharp bite that causes you to flinch
and make a sound deep in your throat. There may be a bit of doubt as to how in
control I am. Even I am not sure how far the passion can take me now that I
have you here this way, so soft and warm and inviting and vulnerable….totally
at my mercy.
I move away from you and kneel again next to your face and put a pillow under
your head again so that you can reach my cock with your mouth. You turn your
head toward me and you lick it as I hold it tightly with my hand. I move it
over your face and it gets very hard. It is still wet and smells of us from
our fucking. I hold my cock near your mouth and let you devour it, watching
your lips circle it’s head and then the shaft as it goes in deeper. I pull it
out and make you strain to reach it. Again I shove my cock deeply into your
mouth and watch it slide between your wide spread lips, and see the bulge in
your cheek. I pull it out and lay it across your lips and press my prick into
your lips so you have to suck on the underside of the shaft, and I move so that
you can lick my balls. I feel your tongue on the soft skin behind my balls and
your tongue probes toward my ass. I try not to stroke my cock myself, to save
myself, to make you do everything. I grab the base of my cock in my hand and
move it to your face. I slap it against your cheek, then against the lips of
your open mouth. I rub the moisture from the tip across your cheek, and you
turn your head to lick me clean. I lean down and kiss your face and wallow in
the smells and the heat of you. I kiss your lips and run my tongue around
inside your mouth to thank it for the ecstacy is gives me. I cannot control
myself, and now i bring my cock up to your mouth again. “Suck me. Suck it,
hard.” I thrust it into your mouth and slowly move so that I am over you,
directly above your head, thrusting down into your mouth, literally fucking you
there. I manage to release the scarves holding your hands, and you know to
caress my balls and let a finger go to my ass as my cock moves more demandingly
in your mouth. My prick moves faster through the tight grasp of your fist and
into your mouth. Sometimes you close your mouth and just rub the underside of
the head across your lips as it slides in and out of your fist. The feel of it
all…the sight of it all…have me almost to the point of orgasm. You can
feel the tension in me and you poise the head of my cock above your open mouth
as you work it with your hand. Your tongue licks at it, and then you suddenly
devour it deeply with your mouth, twisting your head as you suck on it. Then
your finger jabs deeply into my ass, and I feel the first throb begin deep
inside my groin. The second throb is ten times greater and i see the cum shoot
out on to your tongue. You suck my cock into your mouth as it throbs. The pain
and pleasure of your lips and tongue on me drive me mad. I pull back and some
of the cum shoot on to your lips and begins to run down your cheek. I wipe it
with my finger and put the finger in your mouth. As i remove the finger from
your mouth I slowly wipe my cock down your body and place my lips over your
mouth and taste myself in you. I rest with my head on your shoulder. Slowly I
return to reality. We kiss. “Well, so much for foreplay.” We laugh. We kiss.
We rest together. “Is there some place near here that deliver’s pizza?” I ask.
“Maybe. Are you going to untie my legs now?” “Maybe.” We laugh.

In high school, I used to ride on the bus with some
girls from a Catholic school. I had my eye on the
prettiest one for a long while. Her name was Mary. At
sixteen, I had a constant hard-on, no experience and a lot
of curiosity. My selfish urges overpowered my realization
that we had nothing in common. I asked her out and she
accepted. She was overjoyed at my attention. I was
overwhelmed by her beauty and by the realization that I
couldn’t understand anything she was saying due to the
noise on the bus. I just nodded my head.
Now I’m sure you think you know what comes next. Young
boy finds carnal bliss. Well, I didn’t find it with Mary.
Her cool head prevailed (luckily for both of us probably)
and we never got past first base. We were looking for
different things. She wanted to go out and do things with
me. I wanted to find out what her breasts looked like. I
was working six days a week and she was keeping her blouse
on, so we had no basis for a relationship. Selfish person,
I got what I deserved.
I gave a lot of thought over the years to how it could
have turned out differently. It left me with a desire to
fulfill my teen-age dreams and go all the way with Mary or
someone like her. I thought about her in that cute school
uniform, the white blouse, the skirt ending just above the
knee, the white socks, the polished, black shoes. I thought
about the one time I saw her bra down her shirt. I thought
about the one time she bent over a little too far so that
her dress went up just enough for me to see her white
panties.
I met Ginger many years after high school. She was no
Mary despite the fact she had gone to Catholic School. She
did remain a virgin until after she graduated high school,
but between that time and the time I met her, she turned
into a bold, imaginative and wonderful lover. She was also
an incredible mind reader, so I shouldn’t have been so
surprised by her birthday present to me.
I went over to Ginger’s house on my 27th birthday. She
opened the door. It was all I could do to keep from cumming
on the spot! There she was, almost as if taken from my
fondest memories, wearing the white blouse, white socks,
and tartan wool skirt of her old school. She had her hair
in a school girl ponytail. Her small breasts pressed
against her shirt. Her cute ass gave shape to the skirt.
Ginger pecked me on the lips, gave me an innocent hug and
said, “I’m curious about sex. Could you show me how?”
There were no sweeter words she could have said. I’d
been waiting years to be able to explore the pleasures of
sex with this fantasy figure. I wanted to savor this
experience, recreate the thrill and curiosity and tension I
felt, hoping to get into Mary’s pants.
“First”, I said, “there’s the kiss. Open your lips a
little and put them against mine.” She stood on tip toes
and gently kissed me. I put my arms around her, careful to
stay on first. I slowly moved my tongue along to her lips
and searched for hers inside her mouth. I felt it, rough
and soft and wet. She wouldn’t reciprocate at first, then
she started to get into it. As usual, she brought me close
to cumming, just with her lips and tongue against mine. Oh,
did she make me hard!
I broke from her and said, in my best professorial tone,
“That is called French kissing”.
She jumped up and down. “Oh, that was fun! It made me
feel so juicy inside.”
I knew Ginger and I knew what she meant by juicy. But
how I longed to show the fantasy Ginger what the juiciness
was for. I said, “I liked it too, you sure are a good
kisser. Well, that was first base, do you want to go to
second?” I nodded in the general direction of her chest.
Ginger played coy. “Well, I don’t know, maybe just a
little, to see what it’s like.”
I put my hand on her left breast, or what there was of
it. Ginger really doesn’t have much besides nipples, which
is a real turn-on for me. Her breasts were pretty much
lost in the blouse. It felt like she had a padded training
bra on underneath. Anyway, my rubbing and squeezing wasn’t
doing much good.
“Gee, I don’t feel a thing”, said Ginger, confirming my
fears. “There must be more to it than this. If it’s second,
it should be better than first.”
“Well let me try this”, I said, unbuttoning the top
button of the blouse. I put my hand down the front of her
shirt and into the bra. Ginger let out squeals of delight
and mock embarrassment as I gently stroked her nipples to
erection. The blouse slowly slipped past her shoulders and
down, over her breasts to her waist.
I asked Ginger if I could take her bra off. “Oh, but
then you’ll be able to see my breasts!”, she said.
I begged her, “They feel so wonderful, please let me see
them! It’s not really second base unless I can kiss them.”
She nodded, OK, and, with coordination befitting a
typical 16 year old, I fumbled with the clasp in the back.
I let the bra rest on her shoulders and placed my lips on
her right breast, moving under the bra to her nipple,
nuzzling it’s wonderful firmness with my lips. I licked and
sucked it bringing sincere moans from Ginger.
I stopped, and with an innocent voice, I asked Ginger if
she’d like to find out about third. She asked what third
was and I told her it was “petting below the waist”. “That
sounds like fun!”, she said.
I told Ginger that she should feel free to put her hands
anywhere she wanted. She put one on my thigh, not the
boldest of moves. I put a hand on her dress, feeling her
soft, strong leg underneath. I moved my hand halfway up her
thigh, pulling the dress up with it. I reached under the
dress, feeling naked thigh.
I had fantasized about this moment throughout most of my
post-pubescent life. Here was my hand, underneath that wool
skirt, inches away from the mysteries of pleasure I longed
to experience. I slowly slid my hand higher and higher, up
into the warmness, until my hand reached the delicate
cotton fabric that foretold of delights to come. Meanwhile,
Ginger’s hand had slid, unbeknownst to me, up to my
wonderfully hard cock.
“Oooh, it’s so hard and long!”, she said, exploring
outside my zipper.
I was too engaged to comment. I had succeeded in
lifting up her dress. She was sitting with her legs
together, so, although I could see her beautiful panties,
her charms remained well hidden. Her ass cheeks did poke
out cutely from the sides of her undies.
Meanwhile, Ginger had pulled my cock from my pants.
“Wow! It’s got this big fat head on top and all these
veins,” She stroked it, making believe she didn’t know how
excited it was getting me. I countered by putting a hand
down the front of her panties.
I traced the folds of her labia up to her clit and
stroked it with the rotating motion that always makes
Ginger come. She ground her cunt into my hand and began to
hump on it in a frenzy. Ginger came in no time flat,
shooting her juices into the pure white panties.
By this time, it was impossible for either of us to keep
up the pretense. I grabbed a rubber. Ginger raised her ass
in the air and I stuck my cock under her skirt. I pushed
her panties to one side and thrust my rock hard cock into
her steaming, wet puss. She pushed her ass at my cock with
a sharp, rhythmic motion. I thrusted deep inside her, my
hips slapping against her ass.
Oh, the sight of my cock, plunging under her clothes,
pushing the pink cunt flesh aside, deeper and deeper. I
held back for as long as I could, but, finally, I found
myself unable to hold back from consummating my fantasy of
fifteen years. My ass muscles tightened. My jaws clamped
shut. My balls shot a gusher of cum out of my throbbing
cock and into my warm, sassy and fun friend, Ginger.
I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year?

“Suddenly I feel someone standing behind me and there are hands on
each side of my waist and a very hard cock pressed into my ass through
the dress. He starts dry-fucking me through the dress, jabbing his cock
into the crack of my bum and rubbing around in circles, all over my ass.
After a minute or two, I hear Mack in the doorway saying, ‘What a slut!’
and I notice Tony is with him. I know it’s Steve banging away at my ass.
I feel like I should protest but the cock humping at my bum feels
very good. I let Steve rub against me for awhile.”

At this point, my cock was throbbing in Cathie’s ass and my hips twitched.
“No,” Cathie said. “No fucking. Just hold still.” Her ass clamped down
hard on my cock. I steeled myself and held still. I couldn’t look down
at my cock in her ass or I was sure I’d come instantly so I stared off
into a dark corner and just listened.

“Eventually I pull away from Steve and, without looking him in the eye,
I walk back into the living room. Tony is just putting on a record he
asks me to dance. I feel like I can’t say no, even though I find him
least attractive of the three. The whole album is slow and sexy and I
can see Mack and Steve sitting on the couch. Tony behaves himself for
awhile and I think he’s probably shy. He isn’t.”

“After a few minutes he has his left arm around me and his right hand
on my left tit, rubbing the nipple. Then he puts both hands on my ass
and pulls me toward him. I can feel his hard prick against my cunt and
I’m embarrassed again because he’s pulling my dress up at the back,
giving his buddies and good view of his hands wandering over my panties.
I feel like I want to tell him to stop but I don’t say anything.”

“I need to fuck you,” I told Cathie.

“No,” she said. “Just wait, Goss. Wait until we both explode.”

“Argh,” I answered.

She continued, “When the song ends, Tony lets me go and we both stand
there. A new song starts and Mack says, ‘My turn.’. He and Tony change
places and before I know it, Mack has me pulled up tight against him.
Immediately, he pulls up the back of my dress and begins massaging my
ass through the silk panties, making sure my back is towards the couch.”

At this juncture, I felt Cathie sigh. She pulled slightly away from me,
sliding part of my cock out of her ass. Mesmerized, I watched my cock
emerge. Suddenly she pushed back and held tight. I groaned. Not moving
was almost painful.

Slightly breathless, Cathie said, “So we’re dancing for awhile and I’m
getting my bum felt up by this stranger while his friends watch and I just
ignore it. Well, it’s hard to ignore but I pretend nothing is happening.
I also pretend not to hear when Tony says, ‘Pull her panties down,
Mack.’.”

“Sure enough, still swaying to the music, I feel Mack’s hands move up to
my waist under my dress and take hold of the elastic top of my panties.
Slowly, in time to the music, he drags them down over my bum and they
drop to the floor and I step out of them. Now my bare ass is pointing at
the two guys. Mack is just holding the hem of my dress up as we continue
to dance.”

I jabbed my cock in and out of Cathie’s ass a few times before she
clamped down and forced me to stop.

“When the song stops,” she continued, “Mack steps back and looks me in
the eye. ‘We’re all going to fuck you,’ he says. Coming partially out of
my sexual coma, I say, ‘I only want you, Mack.’. He says, ‘Prick teaser.
You’ve been coming on to all of us all night and now you want to shut
my buddies out. You deserve a spanking. In fact, you deserve three
spankings.’ I say, ‘Oh, no, please.’ and he says, ‘Shut up and bend over
that footstool.’. He pushes toward the armchair and the footstool. Like a
dream inside my fantasy, I kneel on the carpet and bend forward over the
footstool. My dress rises up and all of them can see my bare ass again.”

“Mmmph,” I said, pulling my cock almost all of the way out of Cathie’s
ass, then pushing it all the way back in. “That’s cheating,” said Cathie,
moaning.

“First Mack kneels beside me to my left and flips my dress up over my
…End of the part3. To be continued..

“I’ve never really whipped you,” I said. “Tonight is our first time with a
belt and I had a hard time, whipping your breasts. I don’t know,” I said,
looking down at my bare feet, buried in the green pile of the carpet.

Cathie raised up on her elbows, her red, welted breasts swinging from
side to side. “Look at me,” she demanded. I looked into her eyes.

“I make your fantasies come true, don’t I?” she asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. Cathie had never refused to do anything I wanted her
to do.

“Tonight,” she said. “Just tonight, I want my ass whipped like I’ve
fantasized about it being whipped all my life. My mother and father
always spanked me like you do it, just enough to sting. Since I was
eleven or twelve years old, I’ve dreamed about a big, cruel man tying
me down and beating my ass black and blue. It’s made me come a thousand
times since then. Tonight, Goss, I’m so horny, I want it to come true!
Tonight the pain is making me hornier, the worse it gets! Really! I almost
came when you were whipping my tits but I waited because I want to come
while my ass is being whipped, like in my fantasy.”

“I’ll try,” I said.

Turning her head away so her left cheek was against the pillow she said,
“You’re a cocksucker, Goss. You’re a lousy shit of a lover and I hate
your guts. You’ve never satisfied me, ever.”

Grasping the belt buckle in my palm, I wrapped a loop of the thin,
leather belt around my hand. When I stopped, there was about 24 inches of
belt hanging loose. I raised my right arm and swung down past Cathie’s
bare bottom. The thin strip of leather whistled through the air and
then cracked against the flesh of her ass. Cathie shrieked and a thin
welt bubbled up across the widest part of both of her buttocks. In fact,
I was pretending anger but the result was the same.

Cathie was crying freely but she said, “Yessss. That’s it, Goss.
Just like that. Whip my ass just like that.”

I raised my right arm and brought the belt down on a diagonal. crossing
the original stripe with a new welt. Cathie shrieked again but raised
her ass up higher into the air. Sidearm, I lifted and snapped the belt
directly across the underside of her buttocks.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried. tears spilling onto the pillow. “Again! Again!”

Levering my body from side to side, I cracked the belt down onto her fat
ass five or six more times. I was sweating like a pig. Her big bottom
had welts all over both cheeks.

I paused and she cried, “More. More, Goss.”

Deliberately, with all the strength in my right arm, I continued
to whip her ass. Although she thrashed violently from side to side,
Cathie never moved her hands out from under her body. In fact, as the
welts crisscrossed her big ass, she kept pushing it up, anticipating
each stroke.

The muscles of my arm were burning with fatigue after ten minutes and
I could see that Cathie’s lower back, bulging bottom and upper thighs
were displaying a violent red color. Her ass was a fiery red circle.

“Stop,” she croaked and I dropped the belt on the carpet.

“Piss on my ass,” she moaned.

I directed a long stream of urine down her backbone, over the red-striped
mounds of her buttocks, between her thighs, onto her cunt.

“Now fuck my bum,” Cathie said. “No lubrication. Just stick your cock
up my ass and fuck me.”

I moved onto her back, keeping my weight on my elbows and knees so I
wasn’t pressing onto her abused ass. I immediately had an erection and
I tried to burrow between her thighs, into her pussy.

“No, Goss” she said clearly. “Force your cock up my asshole and fuck me
until you come. Don’t worry about me, I’m already coming non-stop.”

As directed, I burrowed between her red ass cheeks until I felt the
circumcised head of my cock move though her anus.

“Oh, yeah,” said Cathie. “Now stick it all the way up my bum. Push it in.”
Her hind end was wiggling and pushing back at me. My cock, in spite of
a certain amount of friction, slid all the way up her ass.

“Now bumfuck me, Goss,” she said. “Just fuck me up my ass as fast and
as hard as you can do it.”

After awhile, the burning sensation left my poor cock and it was sliding
in and out of her ass at a leisurely pace.

“No, harder and faster,” Cathie demanded.

As my hips pistoned back and forth and my cock burned rapidly in and
out of her asshole, I began to feel an orgasm approaching.

“Come in my bum, Goss!” Cathie yelled suddenly. “Come! Up my fat bum!
Fill my big bum with your come, Goss. Give me a come enema in my bum.
I want to feel you coming in my bum!”

When I let go, it felt like a river flowing up her ass. I swear, I didn’t
stop pumping sperm into her asshole for thirty seconds. Then there was
another thirty seconds as my spasms continued.

“Oh, Goss, I’m so full of you,” said Cathie. “You can pee in me too,
if you have to. You can piss up my ass.”

I was so relaxed, it was several seconds before I realized I was urinating
in Cathie’s ass. I didn’t do anything consciously. I just lay on her
back with my cock up her ass, pissing into her. The urine just kept
coming and coming, flowing into her rectum.

“It’s perfect,” Cathie breathed. “Just like my fantasy. Pee in my bum,
lover. Keep peeing in my bum.”

After awhile, it just stopped. I was so relaxed, my flaccid cock popped
out of Cathie’s ass and I fell off her back, onto the couch cushions.
She twisted around and scrunched down until she could get my cock in
her mouth. She sucked on my limp cock for several minutes, her tongue
licking all over it.

I felt her lips slide the length of my cock and let it fall out of
her mouth.

“One more thing,” she said. “You have to pee in my mouth one last time,
Goss. Come on, let it go. I have to drain you.”

I felt her lips circle just below the head of my cock. The tip was barely
in her mouth. I pissed in her mouth and she swallowed. Another spurt of
urine squirted out of my cock and into her mouth and Cathie swallowed
it again.

I was amazed to feel my whole body continue to relax until I felt like
an insensate blob of clay. All I could feel was a long stream of urine,
apparently endless, pumping out of my cock and down Cathie’s throat.
She swallowed it all, then sucked the last gush of urine out of my cock.
Finally, she licked the last drops off the tip.

When she moved up and snuggled into my arms she said, “I have another
fantasy and it’s really gross. Do you want to hear it?”

“No,” I said, just before I fell asleep.

Dryad
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“Oh, God, I’m horny!” she thought to herself. She began looking through the chat room for
fresh meat. This one was too far away, this one wanted a submissive…She started humming an
old song, “Where have all the good men gone…” she giggled to herself. She teased this one,
cajoled that one, was frankly a little cyber cock tease, hoping to entice someone within her
range.

She knew what she wanted. A hunger this deep was not going to be quenched with a single man,
no matter how incredible he was. She felt herself crawling her mental walls, shrieking in
need. “For all the supposedly horny men in here, you’d think I could find a few that wanted
a good time!” She felt herself getting even wetter, and knew she’d have to clean her chair
once more after she got offline. She squirmed, finding a few friends interested, but timing
just wasn’t there. She moaned audibly, looking for some sort of relief beyond her humming toy.

“Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married? What do you like?”
She felt like she was interviewing for a position; then she smirked to herself, in reality
she was, her ass, her mouth or her pussy.

She got quite a gang going, even others looking for her, wanting a full report of the
activities in repayment. She made dates with a few, setting up one for that evening that
might lead to something more group oriented another night. With time and a public meeting
place, (She was horny not stupid) she got offline.

She squirmed. After all, she didn’t know these men. She wanted to dress sexy, accessible,
but not so sexy or accessible as to invite danger if the man wasn’t all he was cracked up
to be. She wore a just above the knee miniskirt, one she often wore to work. No nylons,
they’d get in the way, and she hadn’t worn underwear unless necessary for a number of
years now. She wore a soft sweater, one that would tease her skin, and possibly their
hands. No makeup, so perfume, so careful to think of their positions, as some were married,
and who wanted to get snagged on a simple thing like a perfume? She pulled her long coat
over her outfit, fluffed her long hair, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.

The first meeting. They were to meet at a local college. She was there a few minutes
early, between anticipation and location; it was much closer to her. She sat outside,
waiting to see who came up to her. Students milled around her, some catching rides
from friends and parents. She looked at the time, realizing he was late. If it was one
thing she couldn’t stand, it was someone who was late. But, to be fair, perhaps he had
a problem finding it, or traffic, or parking. So she waited.

A half hour after the designated time, she got up and drove the short distance home.
His loss. While she was still violently horny, and getting hornier by the second, she had
to laugh at her new lesson…some men were all talk, and couldn’t follow up.

“God, I need something…and its not getting any better!” She gets back online, and starts
over, picking up where she leaves off. One who had spoken of meeting, but had been too
late, catching her after the other. Nothing really stood out about him; he was another
in a sea of human sexuality. But he was close, really close. Her mind went offline, and
her libido took over, asking him to meet her at a McDonalds.

She shivered in anticipation, unable to keep her fingers out of her pussy on the way there.
It felt so decadent, so crazy to meet a total stranger for sex. She pulled up, looking for
a blue foreign car. She was a few minutes early, but he was closer to the place than she was.
She saw one, but saw two men in it. It wasn’t exactly the model she’d been told, but she’d
never been good at cars. Perhaps seeing how she was playing online had made him bring a
friend. She saw them look at her, and wondered why they didn’t come over. They looked
uncouth, scraggly. She shuddered for a moment, wondering what she’d gotten into. When
they didn’t come over, she got out of her car, and walked up to theirs.

“Are you here to meet someone?”

“Yes, we are.” The one in the driver seat replied.

“Do you mind if I ask who?” she was still hoping.

“Oh, just his brother.” He jerked a finger at his passenger and he smiled with his tobacco
stained teeth. “You have a blind date?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?” she smiled, being polite, too relieved to mind anymore.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

On the way to the examination room, he gave me some forms to fill out and told me to remove all my cloths and put on a gown, he would be back in 10 minuets. This was the first time I had been to a gynecologist for an examination. The examination room was huge. In the center of the room was a large examination table. There where large cabinets along the walls with big locks on them and other strange equipment around the room.

I started to fill out the medical forms; the first was my medical history. The history form asked me a lot of sexual questions. Most of the things I had not even heard of. The second form was consent form to perform an examination it was very long and written in medical terms I did not read it. I completed the history form and signed the consent form. I removed my shirt and pants, put on the gown, and waited for the doctor.

The doctor came in and read the forms. He asks me my age I told him I was thirteen. He asks me to step on a scale. I weighed 80 pounds and was 4Т6ТТ tall. He then noticed that I still had on my bra and panties and asks me to remove them and get up on the examination table. I had never been naked in front of a man before. I removed my bra and panties and set on the table.

Once I got on the table he helped me lie down on my back and he put my feet in the stirrups. Then he told me that he was going to put on a few straps so I would not move during the examination. He put a big belt around my waist and pulled it down tight. The stirrups where very big and he put straps around my thighs and down at the ankles. I was starting to get very nervous being all strapped in not knowing what he was going to do. The Doctor then pulled out a controller for the table and told me the table could move in all kinds of positions. He pushed some buttons and wings came up on each side of me for my arms to rest on. The doctor proceeded to fasten my hands to the table wings.

The doctor went over to a cabinet, pulled out a lot of equipment, and put it on a cart by my feet. The doctor then removed my gown. I was a little ashamed, I have very small breast and very little hair around my pussy. He then told me he was going to examine my breast. He slowly started to press down with his fingers on my left breast and massaged it. Next he squeezed my breast very hard. All most immediately my nipples became erect. The Doctor squeeze on my nipple and pulled on it. He did it just hard enough it was starting to hurt. This was exciting me and had my pussy getting wet. He did the same to my other breast and asks me if I ever played with my breast. I was starting to get very nervous about what kind of examination this was. I told him I had never played with my breast.

The doctor then proceeded to moved the examination table so my legs where spread very wide, with my feet high in the air. He then made the table slant so I was at about a 30 deg angle with my head down. The blood was going to my head and making me feel a little funny. He then proceeded to stand between my legs and looked at my pussy. He told me I have a very pretty pussy. At this point I wanted to leave and find another doctor. I told him to let me up and untie me. The doctor just laughed. You signed the release form for me to perform an examination on you. The examination allows me to do what I feel is necessary, we can do this the hard way or we can both have some fun said the doctor. I was in shock now. What had I gotten my self into? The doctor then turned on a monitor so I could see what he was doing.

The doctor then told me he was going to examine my labia major and minor, he then started to pull on the lips of my pussy one at time and touched them all over. He measured them and wrote this down on my chart. This was the first time I had seen my vagina opened up. The doctor then stared to explore my clitoris, it was partially covered by its hood. He rubbed my clitoris very softly, I was getting excited. My clit started to peak out of the hood and I could see it on the monitor. The doctor then picked up a glass tube about 2 inchТs long and about ╜ inch in diameter that had a long hose attached to some equipment. He slid it over my clitoris and then turned on a switch. The machine was a vacuum pump. My clit was sucked into the tube. I started to scream, it was really hurting. The doctor said he was measuring the capacity of my clit to expand and to relax, it would feel good in a minute. He left the vacuum on for 5 or 10 minutes and it did quit hurting. The doctor turned off the vacuum machine and pulled off the glass tube. He measured my clit at 1 inch long. He bent down and sucked it in his mouth and started to lick it with his tongue. I was almost knocked out by my orgasm. This was the first time I ever had an orgasm.

After I recovered the Doctor attached some bands around my thighs. The bands had elastic cords on them with a clip at the end. These clips where attached to my pussy lips. The doctor tightened up the bands to stretch my pussy lips open. I could see that my pussy was open for his inspection. There was a sharp pain when he put the clips on my pussy lips. I am going to examine your hymen next said the doctor. He started to feel it and measure it. He described it as covering 90 % of my opening and being very thick and he could not see past it. The doctor said you are lucky you did not try and have sex before it would have been very painful. The doctor then took some pictures of my hymen.

You will have to have your hymen removed before you can have sex and I should trim back your hood over you clitoris to help you have orgasms said the doctor. He did not even give me a chance to say any thing. I tried to tell him I wanted to see another doctor but he said I had signed the authorization and he was going to do it. The doctor reached down and picked up a scalpel and a big tongue depressor. He worked the tongue depressor in to my vagina then turned it so the flat side was against the back side of my hymen. He said this will hurt a little bit when I remove you hymen. Then he proceeded to cut out my hymen. It was a very sharp pain, I screamed and cried. It took a long time for him to cut it out he said he wanted to extract the whole hymen in one piece. There was a lot of blood. The doctor removed the tongue depressor with my hymen on it. I am going to preserve your hymen for my collection. He went over to a table and carefully placed my hymen on a 2 inch square piece of glass, smoothed it out and coated it with a preservative. In about 2 hours I will have to put another glass slide on top of it said the doctor.

Now I am going to trim the hood from your clitoris said the doctor. He picked up the scalpel and a clamp from the table. He attached the clamp on the hood above my clitoris and squeezed it very hard. This was starting to really hurt again. I ask the Doctor to stop. He told me he was almost done. The doctor then cut away the hood to expose my clitoris. There was more blood running down my vagina and I was in a lot of pain. I could see my clitoris for the first time. I was excited about being able to touch it.

The doctor came back over to me and wiped the blood from my pussy. The pain had changed into a dull ache. Now I am going to examine your vagina and uterus next said the doctor. He picked up a round rod about the size of a pencil. He then inserted that into my vagina until he hit the back wall of my vagina. Your vagina is 3 inchТs long you have a very small vagina. He then withdrew the instrument and went over to a cabinet. I am going to use my smallest speculum on you he said. He opened a cabinet with over 50 speculums in it. I could see the smallest was about 2 inches long and maybe as big around as my finger. They went up to a size that was 2 feet long and looked like I my head would fit through it. I was glad he got the smallest one. He then came back over and started to push the speculum into my pussy. It hurt as he pushed the speculum into my vagina. I said it was too big. The doctor said he had it in all they way and now he would open it up. He opened it slowly it sure did hurt. The doctor moved a light to shine inside my vagina.

The doctor inserted his finger inside my vagina and felt my cervix. The next part of your examination is a pap spear said the doctor. He reached for a tool that looked like a bottle brush about ╝ inch in diameter. I am going to get a sample of the inside of your uterus he said. He then inserted the tool inside the speculum and pushed it part way inside my uterus. That is when it really started to hurt. He slowly turned the tool a couple of revolutions and withdrew it. It was covered with blood. The doctor asks if I had ever had a period before, I said I had not had one yet. He wiped the sample on a slide. I will send this to a lab for some test said the doctor. He then withdrew the speculum.

I thought he was done with me, I was wrong. Now it is time for the vagina stretching so you can have sex said the doctor. I have my own tool for that he said. The doctor then removed his pants and underpants. I had read a penis was about 5-6 inches long. This was the first erect penis I had seen. The doctorТs penis was about 12 inches long and bigger around than my wrist. I was in shock and started to tell the doctor I did not want to have sex with him. He then started to laugh. He said that I had signed the release form and it said that you would have sex with me as payment for my services. He then lubricated his penis with some KY jelly. He said it was important that I relax or he would have to suture me back up when he was done and I would be very sore after that.

The doctor got between my legs and rubbed his penis on the outside of my pussy until he found the hole. He started to push his big penis into my pussy. It hurt so bad I was sure I had torn, I begged him to stop. You are still stretching said the Doctor. He had gotten the head of his penis inside me finally. Slowly he started to pull back a little then he shoved forward again. It did not hurt so bad this time. Finally he was touching the back wall of my vagina with penis. I thought he would stop there. He pulled back until must of his penis was pulled out. Then he rammed it back in as hard as he could. I started to scream it felt like he had ripped out my vagina. The doctor said he was in a little over 6 inchТs and now its time for the fun part. The doctor just pulled out all the way then he would ram it back in as hard as he could. I was in so much pain I was about to black out. I am getting a little deeper each stroke said the doctor. It took him a very long time to finally get his whole penis inside me. I thought he was going to kill me. The pain was starting to go away. I was starting to get excited as he stroked his penis in and out.

The doctor started to rub my clit as he stroked me with his penis. I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life. I could fell his penis swelling inside of me. Then we came together. I almost passed out it was so intense. His penis filled my vagina with his sperm. He pulled out of me, after about five minutes.

I was bleeding a lot from my vagina. The doctor went and got a normal size spectrum and inserted it to my vagina. My vagina was burning at this point. Having sex with the doctor had stretched me out so I could take the speculum with out any additional pain. He looked inside and said I had a couple of small tears that he would have to suture shut. The doctor picked up a suture and a long pair of pliers. He then reached inside my vagina with the pliers and started to put in a stitch. It felt like a bee sting. After about 4 stitches and 4 screams it was over. The doctor removed the speculum.

The doctor came back with a rubber tube about the size of a garden hose with a big stainless steel nozzle on the end. I am going to wash out your vagina now. This should take away most of the pain. Then he tilted my body so I was upside down with my vagina pointing up. The Doctor inserted a nozzle into my vagina and turned on the water. It was very cold, my vagina shrank back down on that nozzle and tried to keep the water inside. I was in horrible pain as more and more water was flowed into my vagina. I was so tight that it was not letting much of the water out and more came in all the time. Finally the water started to squirt out. I looked like geyser. The doctor warmed the water up until it was just right. The warm water did take most of the pain away. After about five minutes of this the doctor shut off the water and removed the nozzle from my vagina.

The doctor told me he was finished. He turned the table so it was flat again and took off my restraints. The doctor gave me a monthТs supply of birth control pills. You will have to come back in 1 week for me to take out the sutures he said. The doctor also told me, if I told any one about this he would sell the video tape to someone in the porn industry and he would doctor my records so it looked like someone else raped me.
I was looking forward to coming back in a week for another treatment from the doctor.

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1

“Am I a lucky man or what?” he asked, pulling me into his
arms. Our baby disliked such tight embraces, apparently doing
its best to push Daddy away by kicking him, but that only
strengthened my desire. Of course, Daryll’s hands squeezing my
ass, had a lot to do with my increasing desire.
I steered him back to the couch, surprising him with this
initiative. Not that I was inclined to be shy, but of late, I
felt too tired to cook, much less seduce him. Given my great
girth, I couldn’t fall gracefully onto the cushions. He had to
help lower me down, which made us both laugh hysterically. “I
guess my Mata Hari days are over,” I joked.
“Oh no!” He buried his face between my breasts, growling
deep in his throat. I jerked as he began to rub my nipples
between his fingers, waves of almost unbearable pleasure
spiraling from his touch. Where the rubbing of the clothing was
annoying, his manipulation only flamed my desire. When his mouth
closed around my nipple, I almost fainted. My body responded,
the first waves of an orgasm spreading through my body.
“Wow,” I said, when I could breathe again. I had heard that
some women could orgasm from nursing. I never thought it would
be me.
Daryll seemed awfully impressed, spreading my legs to check
this out first hand. Forcing his face between my thighs, he
began licking at my pussy, doing his puppy dog routine. Long
licks, loud licks, the kind that made me squirm. His stubbly
cheeks scraped the insides of my thighs, driving me even crazier.
“Oh, Daryll!”
He pulled my legs over his shoulder, driving his tongue up
in my pussy as far as he could. The orgasm this time was
stronger, longer lasting. I had to hold my stomach while I rode
out each wave, the baby not liking to be disturbed by Mommy like
this.
“Aren’t you ready yet?” I asked, moving my legs off his
shoulder so he could stand. I left my legs spread wide; if I was
going to be wanton, I may as well do a good job of it. “I need
you to fuck me.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He dropped his pants, his erection sticking
straight out. While I ordinarily didn’t get excited by the sight
of a man’s penis, I did love to see Daryll’s erection, knowing
that I was the cause of it. “Maybe you should lie on the coffee
table,” he said, eying my big belly. “I think that will work
better.”
I blushed, but I was used to having to make concessions to
my stomach. Of course, laying down made the baby more active,
but I didn’t care. Right now I needed to feel Daryll’s hard
shaft inside me, and would do what I needed to do to get it. He
helped me lie back on the table, kneeling at the end of the table
between my legs. Planting a big kiss on my belly, he slid inside
me.

2

I can never describe the delight I feel when my man enters
me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, is finally
scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it is, it makes you burn
for more. Each stroke made me crazier; squirming with delight.
Anywhere he touched, my skin burned; the pleasure and desire
spiraling back to where our bodies joined. And when the climax
comes, the satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the
itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, pulling
him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole process.
Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting his
head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed at his head,
my stomach suddenly distorting before my eyes. “You are some
kind of woman,” he whispered, ignoring the baby.
I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands into
his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our bodies felt
against one another, the delight of flesh against flesh. The
baby even seemed to quiet down; accepting finally that Mommy had
a life, too. My back even felt good, laying against the hard
table. Closing my eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

2

I can never describe the delight I feel when my man enters
me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, is finally
scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it is, it makes you burn
for more. Each stroke made me crazier; squirming with delight.
Anywhere he touched, my skin burned; the pleasure and desire
spiraling back to where our bodies joined. And when the climax
comes, the satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the
itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, pulling
him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole process.
Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting his
head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed at his head,
my stomach suddenly distorting before my eyes. “You are some
kind of woman,” he whispered, ignoring the baby.
I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands into
his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our bodies felt
against one another, the delight of flesh against flesh. The
baby even seemed to quiet down; accepting finally that Mommy had
a life, too. My back even felt good, laying against the hard
table. Closing my eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

3

Maybe that part, I didn’t make clear in the story. June had made VERY
extensive checks on “Jones” before bringing her daughter over. she had
not only checked him out, but had talked to several of his “bottoms”, and
even observed a couple of his “training” sessions, as a helper, and once
she had let him demonstrate on her, though it wasn’t her “bag” so to speak.
By the time the story starts, the two were good friends, and he had been
teaching her things to use on her daughter, as Lynn had fallen for the
whole bondage-thing through reading about it. After a while though, second-
hand, amateur knowledge wasn’t enough, and Lynn had asked to be introduced
to an expert.

LYNN was a trusting soul, and had never been really hurt in her life.
She had NEVER been abused, not even by a school-bully. She thought
EVERYONE was like the people in the stories she read, caring and thinking
about the other person, even when designing tortures for them, so that
in the end, the recipient always loves the “master” for what he/she does.
Lynn, to put it bluntly, was a romantic.

Her mother June, was anything but. She would go to great lengths to
protect her daughter, and had the personality, and ability to do it.
She’s as tough as a marine drill-sergeant, and could lick double her
weight in professional bar-bouncers. She would do anything to give
Lynn what she felt the girl needed, and if it was a professional B&D
experience, or a baby in the belly, she would see to it.

Perhaps there’s another thing I didn’t make clear, though there are
hints all through the story. “Joe” was a “professional” By that,
I mean he did it for a living. He was good, because he had to be.
He had a business, and he advertised, and he relied on repeat business.
June wouldn’t have set this up with anyone else. He did enjoy his
work, but nobody who gets into THAT line of work does so, if they
don’t like it. Joe prided himself on giving the customer EXACTLY
what he/she ordered. If they wanted to be marked for 3 days, Joe
provide welts and abrasions that would be not noticeable by that
dreaded 4-day-from-now meeting. His customers relied on him, and
he supplied. Joe wasn’t the “best” top in the city, but he was the
best “professional” one. All the others who were any good, did it
for personal pleasure, and quite often paid for the privilege, or
had a “stable” of “bottoms” to work with. Word-of-mouth sort of thing.

IN> about the building of trust, the reliance on trust, and the fantastic
IN> feelings of letting go __after you really trust a person (in many
IN> cases literally with your life.) But the trust always comes first, at
IN> least in the success stories. But that’s real life, or as close as
IN> the world of BD gets to real life, so maybe my comments do not apply
IN> here.

As I said, Lynn trusted EVERYBODY. Really TRUSTED them.
NOT a good idea, as the second story points out.

IN> As always, please take my comments as coming from a completely
IN> friendly direction, and not meant as criticisms of your views or
IN> positions, just as my suggestions for possible improvements in the
IN> story.

I do, I DO!

IN> Finally, I have a question to ponder. You and I like this story. Who
IN> else will? Is it silly to consider the “market” for a story which
IN> will eventually be immortalized on the net, and never see any other
IN> form of publication? What I fear is that the pedo interest may be
IN> squicked by the BD content, the BD types may be squicked by the pedo
IN> content, and the consent concerns I blathered on about above, and
IN> surely somebody will be bothered to learn that people’s mothers have
IN> an interest in sex, or have ever participated. Just something to
IN> think about. I suppose we could put it on the net, when you have
IN> edited as much as you want to, and see what kind of reaction it
IN> brings. I would be interested to see.

THAT doesn’t bother me. SOME people out there will like it.
There are LOTS of stories out there that I don’t like, and
I ignore them. I expect others to do likewise, with these two.

IN> I am looking forward to the next story you are trying to recover. I
IN> will reread this one this week, and probably send you a short list of
IN> spelling and other typographical errors that I noticed, which probably
…End of the part2. To be continued..

You say that because you don’t know, or don’t think. Yes, yes, he was my best friend’s
father. But you’re missing the point!

I was wandering the park. It was Monday afternoon; not many people out. It looked like
rain, but its not like I was gonna melt or anything.

Then I saw him. He was walking along the avenue of oaks. He looked gaunt, tired. No,
that’s not right. He looked alone, not the kind of closed off alone, but the kind like a
child has, and has lost something that kept them safe. Compared to the Mr. Allard I
knew, it was devastating. I mean, this is the man who actually let us teach him how to do
the Swim and the Monkey. He was so vibrant.

I knew Mrs. Allard had passed. Breast cancer. She only lived 4 months after they found
it. Such a shame. I read about the funeral, but hey, funerals are for the living. She knew
I’d miss her and wished her well and I wasn’t going to cry because I had known such a
beautiful person.

But here he was coming toward me. Actually, bumped right into me.

“Mr. Allard, I’m so sorry. I heard. It was so sudden. She was too young.” I said and I put
my hand on his arm. All of which are true. Words just never do service to the feelings we
have.

You could see it too him a moment to recognize me. Well, I guess that is fair, I stopped
straightening my hair when I graduated high school in ‘67, though he’s seen me since
then.

“Thank you,” he said forcing a slight smile. “It was quick; she didn’t suffer much.”
Odd how men have to act so macho, when its obvious he thought the world fell apart. I
fell into step with him. Why, You ask? Quite frankly, the man shouldn’t have been
alone. For all the times he listened to me, I could damn well listen. Maybe remind him
he didn’t die with her.

“This place,” he shook his head as he continued walking, “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.” I
smiled. I could see him doing it. “We both jumped in, running our hands around looking
for it. She was so wet….” His voice trailed off suddenly. Like I was going to care? Hell,
I lost my virginity to Matt Jamison in his basement junior year. No, that wasn’t going to
bother me. Not only that, but I believe its important to remember those things. I reached
out for his hand. He looked so lost.

“It’s okay. It’s important to remember her that way. I’m not exactly the little kid you
remember.” I’d been practically living at their house since I was 7, so I guess his not
wanting to share that was understandable. But, he needs this, and it is certainly better he
talk it out with me than Denise. Kids don’t want to know about what their parents do after
hours.

Then it began to rain. I mean RAIN. It had been warm, so I had been wearing one of my
old hippie days peasant shirts. Not exactly good for rainstorms. Then I noticed it. He
was staring at my chest, but oddly, it wasn’t me he was staring at. I mean, come on,
Laura died of breast cancer; and I realized. I wasn’t hitting on him. I wasn’t asking for
anything. But, somehow I knew, I knew he needed to see, to feel, to realize that they all
didn’t go hard, malignant and murderous.

I took the hand I was holding and softly pulling it to my breast. “Its okay,” I murmured.
His hand shook, then rested on my breast.

“So soft,” He whispered. That is when I knew I was right. But I was getting soaked, and
the bandstand was way the hell over on the other side of the park. His fingers kneaded my
breast momentarily, then as though realizing the sky was opening up, he pulled me by the
hand, running toward a stand of hemlock Denise and I used to play house in, when we
were little kids.

We pushed our way through the outer boughs, and into the inner sanctum. It would stay
dry here, unless it started to downpour. Suddenly, he leaned low and kissed me softly,
putting all his boiling emotion into it. I knew it wasn’t me. He was far too in love with
Laura. But I realized this, and knew that this was his way of saying goodbye, or gaining
closure, or just healing. Call it what you will. I’ve done a lot of things in this life I
wasn’t exactly proud of, but letting him make love to me was not one of them. His hand
caressed my face, memorizing each detail, the slope of my jaw, the curve of my neck. He
kissed surprisingly well, and I soon found myself kissing him back; between the affection
and sensuality, I began to lose myself.

I showed him with my body, reminded him he was alive. My leg went up and wrapped
around his legs. Our lips parted, gasping for breath. We suddenly lost our balance and I
landed on top of him. We laughed out loud, and I rubbed his backside, pretending to
make his boo-boo feel better. We rolled in the dry, brown, slick needles.

He pressed into me, kissing me, but suddenly shy, sluggish; so tender of me. My hands
told him though, placed on his shoulders, bringing his lips to my breast. His lips covered
a chilled nipple through my shirt, warming it with his tongue. Oh, god I couldn’t tell you
how I felt. The sensation was incredible, yes, but I found I was needed. He needed me,
showed me how much he did, as he moved to my other side. This new sudden power
surged through me, and I could no long keep my body still.

“Please.” I whispered. Please forgive me for not being Laura, please let me help you.

He continued to trail down my tummy. My skirt was pulled up around my waist, and he
could see the tops of my stockings. He knelt between my legs, kissing my thighs just
above my stockings. My hands reached for his hair, pulling him closer. He nuzzled at
me, at my warmth. I reached down to help him, peeling it all off. He sighed. Such a
sigh!

Suddenly, he was licking against me. I went a bit hazy then. I shivered, quaked. Then
out of nowhere, I came. I mean really came hard. I usually make a ton of noise as I get
close, but this was such a surprise, I was speechless. His tongue fluttered over my clitoris,
and my orgasm continued, until I began to whimper low. God, I wanted him. It no longer
mattered that he was my friend’s father. He was someone I loved and respected, and was
making me feel incredible. I pulled him up to me, wanting more of him.

He knelt between my legs, pressing his head against me, rubbing it softly into my
wetness, before pressing slowly into me. He filled me. His warmth, his caring. This was
different from all the times I’d slept with people; it wasn’t for fun, it wasn’t to prove a
point—wasn’t because I had hopes of marrying. It was just caring.

He pressed in fully, before sliding back out just as slowly. I couldn’t help but moan,
feeling the pressure build within me again. Felt how he was feeling in an odd sense.
Shaking beneath him, feeling him lose himself in my body.

I watched his face as he relaxed from his orgasm. I smiled softly. He looked stunned,
even a bit embarrassed; it was very sweet. But then I saw the pain creep in. He fell onto
my chest, weeping the large tears that only come with something so painful. I didn’t say
anything. I wrapped my arms around him, and let him lose himself in me.

Later, he tried to apologize, said I could press charges for raping me. I shook my head. I
knew what I was doing.

So now, you think I’m a pig. Well, you know what? I don’t care. Cuz I just saw a
smiling man hold his new grandchild. A man who hasn’t REALLY smiled in a long time.
Denise had a baby girl. My god daughter’s name is Laura.

Fin

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

This is the first in the Tales of Home series. I don’t give a rat’s ass where you stand in this war; its here, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to support our troops.
That being said;
This is a work of adult fiction; if you have to sneak in to see a NC-17 movie, get your sorry butt outta here.
Otherwise, enjoy, copyright is mine,(which simply means ask first) and mail me any comments/concerns good or bad.
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What could she do?

With a stiff upper lip and no tears, God, no tears, she had waved John off at the Norfolk pier as the USS Bataan left port bound for the Gulf.

That was 3 months ago, but now it was their anniversary. He was God knows how many miles away. The last e-mail she had gotten from him, he was somewhere in the Persian Gulf, but that was three days ago. He’d warned her that e-mail would be spotty, at best.

What could she give him? The USO was putting strict guidelines on what could be sent; and the DoD was still leery of packages.

His last e-mail was so hot. Maybe the equatorial sun was keeping his body warm, maybe the distance made him want her more, or maybe it was just the situation and his wanting to feel human again. He poured emotion, hot and deep, into the letter; told her what he would do if he were there with her. Her hand drifted up to her chest, softly brushing against her breast, bringing the nipple to attention.

Perhaps I should go re-read his letter, she thought to herself. She headed into the bedroom, where they kept the computer, and she pulled up his last e-mail.

She curled up in the chair, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Hey Angel,
I miss you. It’s starting to get hotter than hell over here. You know how it gets down in the quarry? Mid day in August, and the sun is shimmering over the ledges? All dusty and gritty and grimy. That’s what it feels like–The quarry.

At night, if I tune out the jets taking off, I can almost imagine I’m there. Bringing you down to the bottom of the quarry, where it gets all nice and cool, no matter how hot it was during the day. I imagine us there, and how I’d slowly peel your clothes off, until you were glowing naked before me in the moonlight.”

Her skin began to moisten as she squirmed at his words. She knew what was coming, so she pulled off her shirt.

She stopped suddenly, knowing exactly what to give him for their anniversary. She clicked on the digital camera, setting it to take still every 10 seconds, before she continued to read.

“I’d pull you up against me, let you feel how hard I was for you. And I’d kiss you. Kiss you so hard, you’d know how badly I wanted you. My hands would cup your ass and pull you to me, and then I’d bring them up front and play with your tits. God, I miss your tits.”

Her hands rose to her chest, squeezing and pinching her nipples the way she liked him to do. She squirmed a bit and her eyes fluttered closed. Finally, she forced her eyes to focus on the screen and continued to read.

“I’d let my tongue move down your neck, down to your tits and suck on your nipples. I can just feel my fingers on your smooth back, kneading into you as I suck. I can feel your fingers fiddling with the buttons on my shirt, pulling it out of my jeans. Your hands feel so cool against my skin, so gentle.”

She sighed softly, her head lolling to one side at his imagined nibbling. She shimmied quickly out of the rest of her clothes before settling back into the seat. She reached over to her drawer and pulled out the dildo John had gotten for her before he left. She set it next to her in the chair before continuing.

“Your skin would glow in the moonlight. Do you know how beautiful you are to me? My fingers would trace across your skin, lightly, gently. And I’d smile when you shivered. My hands would slide down your hips, smooth over that really sexy silk skirt you wear when we go to my parent’s for dinner. My fingers ruck it up and I’d fall to my knees. I can almost smell you, if I concentrate hard enough.”

Her fingers were busy, first skimming her arms, her sides, pulling up on her tits, kneading them. Her hands roamed her torso, gently teasing herself. A blush rose from her diaphragm. Her fingers dipped lower, but she waited for his direction.

“Can you feel me nuzzle your pussy? Feel my nose press up against your clit? Feel my tongue flick out against your wet pussy lips. God, you taste good. My fingers press into your cheeks, pulling you closer to me, supporting you when I feel you sway. You like it when I do that, don’t you? My tongue dipping deeper into your pussy, sucking out your juices. That’s it, moan for me, Angel. Let it go for me.”

Her fingers followed his words, tickling first her clit, then down lower into her wet tunnel. Her fingers circled her clit, pressing and pinching, then pressing further into her depths. She moaned, a moan of frustration, her eyes shut.

She could no longer focus on the words on the screen, but she remembered them. It wasn’t that hard, as much as she’d read it. With her eyes closed, she reached for the dildo.

“I can feel you shuddering, Angel. You want to come, don’t you? I love how your body is so expressive. I could flick my tongue right now, and make you come.

But that would be too easy. I lean back to watch the desire and frustration pass over your face. I take off my pants quickly, before you can truly miss me. My hands on your ass, I lift you up to me. You’re so light, like a feather; and I feel your legs encircle my waist.
Do you feel me? Can you? My desperate cock searching for your hidden warmth? Feel it thrust deeply into you? I miss the way you would cry out when I’m deep inside you.”

She pressed the dildo in, moving against it now. It wasn’t John, but it would help ease the loneliness. She flicked the switch to the quiet motor, felt it reverberate through her. She pressed it deeply, crying out for him, squirming madly in the chair, lost in the sensations he would have brought her if he were there.

“Can you feel that? Feel me swell inside you? Feel my hips bucking against you, our thighs slapping together? God, you make me want to come. I feel your pussy squeeze my cock, and I know you’re coming. It’s like a hand squeezing my cock.

And you know what? When I come back, no more condoms. When I come back, I’m not going anywhere else again. I know I said no before. But when I imagine my cum spurting into you, I feel dizzy. And all I can think is that maybe this time, you’ll get pregnant.”

Her movements quickened, as she ran through what he had written, in her head. Her fingers squeezed her breast as she wailed her orgasm. She whimpered until she turned off the vibrator, desperately trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes, when her breathing returned to normal, she scrolled through to the end of the e-mail.

“I know I said no before, babe. But I love you, and the thought of you is what gets me through all the bullshit over here. The thought of this being over, and my being home, with you, and watching you grow; You would be so beautiful, you know that?

I have to get going. I’m sorry. I love you, Amanda. Be safe,
John”

She turned off the camera, and saved it to edit later. She’d love to send all of them; but it was unlikely she could get away with that. She’d smuggle him one, maybe two, and save the rest for his return. She threw on some clothes, touching her burgeoning belly lightly. She hadn’t told him, afraid of what he’d say, afraid he’d blame her for the “accident”. Now she knew she had the perfect anniversary gift for him.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

In keeping with the theme, there’s a lesser known reprise to the song, “Its My Party”; Called “Judy’s Turn to Cry.”

Thanks Sir Fozzie for the great read…just hope I did your version Justice:).

Normal statements: under 18, get out; it’s mine, don’t steal it; like it blow me *twinkle*.
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“Johnny!” Judy yelled. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” she pulled on his arm.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, you Shrew. You never wanted me. I was some fucking prize. Well, you’ve got a prize now, you bitch, so just shut the hell up. I’m doing what I should have done ages ago.”

The rest of the restaurant was silent. Judy wedged herself out of her seat. Her burgeoning belly hit the edge of the table. At least one person in the audience smiled a bit smugly. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Unlike most women, pregnancy did nothing to accentuate her features. Her face was mottled and swollen, and her hair had none of that expensive bottle shine that it had known. It hung lankly down her back, pulled away from her face with a cheap clip.

“Well you didn’t exactly have a problem when you wanted to fuck me, now did you? It was all, ‘Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby!’ Well. That’s what you got and don’t you forget it! It was soooo easy to get you from Dana, just a little ass wiggle and a flash of tit, and you were drooling. Pathetic!”

Johnny walked across the restaurant as Judy continued to hurl threats to him. He stopped at the table where Dana was sitting, attempting to look like she wasn’t paying attention, but failing miserably.

He looked smaller than Dana remembered. His shoulders seemed to have caved inward, like someone who’d been beaten badly by life. She had heard that he’d lost out on the scholarship he’d wanted. She wasn’t a vindictive person; she had hoped he’d get it. Perhaps being in college would’ve made him grow up. Then she shook her head.

“Hey baby.” She looked up at him, astounded. The other diners seemed to collectively hold their breath.

“Can I help you Johnny?”

He had the grace to look ashamed. He flung a look over his shoulder. “Don’t mind the banshee.” He paused for a moment. “I missed you babe. You knew how to treat a guy right. Not like that.” he jerked his head in Judy’s direction.

“Yeah, I guess there is more to life than getting laid, eh Johnny?”

He stood silently in front of her.

“Is there something you wanted Johnny? Or did you just want to irritate your blushing bride?”

“Why didn’t you give it to me, huh? I saw the grin on Mike’s face…I KNOW you were givin’ it up to him. Baby we were so good together! Everyone said so!” He pleaded with her.

She could see Judy behind him with a stunned look on her face. Her anger flushed face faded to a stark white.

“Johnny. Go back to your wife. Mike makes me happy. He doesn’t play games with me. Which is exactly why you and Judy are perfect for each other.”

“Dana. Don’t do this to me!” He pleaded, then his face hardened. He rushed past Dana to Mike, who’d just returned from the bathroom. “You! This is all your fault!” He launched himself at Mike, who stood still.

“Do you need another lesson, Johnny? You hurt her once, she doesn’t want to be hurt again.” He ducked Johnny’s roundhouse swing.

The restaurant customers watched avidly, as Judy burst into tears, trying to pull Johnny away.

“Let me go, you dumb bitch! If it weren’t for you, Dana would still be with me! Ever since I got involved with you, my life’s gone to shit!” In a rage, he raised his arm to hit her, then noticed everyone watching. His hand dropped quickly to his side.

“I think it’s time you left. You need to consider what’s important now. Take some responsibility for your own actions. You have a baby you’ll need to take care of.” Mike said steadily, watching Johnny take a deep breath.

Johnny looked at Mike, then at the rest of the audience. He turned quickly and walked out the door.

Judy stepped up to Dana. Mike watched, leery. “He still loves you, you know. As much as he can love anyone. But he’s mine.” She scowled through red-rimmed eyes. “So you stay away.” She sniffed, then she too turned away and followed him.

“You okay sweetheart?” Mike put his arm around Dana’s tense shoulders. “We can leave if you want.”

“Nah. Just a shock is all. The best thing that ever happened to me was him dumping me.” She smiled at him, and kissed his chin. “How else would I have gotten you?”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

If you’re too young to vote, go away. Otherwise, stick around
and enjoy yourself. For better or worse, the work is mine, so
please don’t snitch it. Comments are grovelled for. This WAS
going to be my secret santa story…but well, you’ll see why I
changed my mind.

She was too old to believe in Santa Claus.

At least that is what she kept telling herself. Ever feel like
you wish you could just step off the merry go around? The view
is always the same, some horse’s ass in front of you. Nothing
changes.

But then she found out she wasn’t on the Merry-go-round at all.
It was the rollercoaster; and at the moment, she was staring
down the track of a 300 foot drop.

He didn’t leave her much, not that it mattered since it all fit
in the 2 bedroom apartment. Some furniture and Michael. She
smiled. He was precocious for a 6 year old. It was probably the
last year he would believe in Santa, and she found that it made
her sad, sadder in fact than his father leaving them.

She looked at him, sleeping in Sean’s old recliner, curled up
in his Bob the Builder pajamas. He had an old baby blanket
wrapped around his legs, his mischievous eyes hidden behind
drooping eyelids.

“Will Santa bring Daddy’s presents?” he murmured sleepily.

She mentally sighed, cursing the circumstances that made him
need to ask.

“Of course, sweetheart. Santa knows Daddy is far away.”

The milk and cookies were placed strategically next to the
stocking hung on the fake mantel.

She turned off all the lights but the Christmas tree, and sat
on the couch. She missed him. Sean would have loved to help him
put out the reindeer food, as he had done since Michael was two,
when he promised to help him feed the reindeer. Sean always kept
his promises.

She pulled up the afghan around her legs and felt the tension
sing through her system.
I’m doing the best I can without you, Sean. She sniffled, and
finally gave in to a bout of self pity.
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She felt warm. Safe. Secure. She didn’t want to wake up, she
knew it had to be a dream. The last months had punctured any
feeling of security she had had. She felt the hand brush the
hair off her cheek, slide down her shoulder, her arm, her hip
and back up. A warm touch slipped inside the gap of her flannel
nightgown. Rough fingers caressed her breast and she turned into
touch, not wanting it to end. The hand moved, from one breast to
the other, as she felt the second hand tracing lines up her
thighs to her quickly moistening center.

“Sean,” she cried quietly when the fingers stoked her core.
Her body trembled with need, and a desire so strong, she thought
she was going insane imagining her husband was there.

It was then she awoke and opened her eyes. The hand on her
breast left and clasped over her mouth.

“Shhhh. You don’t want to wake Michael.” He smiled down at her.
Her eyes widened and she nodded. He removed his hand, only to
replace it with his lips.

He kissed her hungrily, desperately and she returned the
feelings. Her hands peeled off his tan camouflage shirt quickly.

“I hope you brought his Christmas gift. He thinks Santa is
going to drop it off for you.” She whispered cheekily, before
attacking the belt of his pants. “I don’t care how you are here.
I don’t even care if you’re a figment of my imagination anymore.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Sorry for the inactivity! I know its short…but at least it’s something. As always, it’s mine, don’t steal or borrow without permission. If you’re too young to vote, you’re too young to read this.
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Deep Sea Fishing
{A Fisherman’s Widow Tale}
By Dryad

Her hands clenched the metal railing. The up and down movement of the boat lulled her, while the rush of the salt misted air rushed over her ears in a dull roar. She closed her eyes as she stood at the prow, feeling the engine’s vibration come up through the rail and her feet.

The waves were gunmetal gray, matching the deep haze of the sky, making it hard to judge just where the horizon was. No land could be seen, and only the distant bugle of foghorns could be heard from the other boats nearby. She felt as though she was all alone; the rest of the people on the party boat were staying in the stern, where the ride was much smoother.

She smiled softly, her eyes still closed as she felt the warmth of a body slide up behind her. His arms didn’t touch her, but held the rail firmly on either side of her, effectively holding her in.

“We’ll be to the fishing grounds soon,” he whispered in her ear.

“I can see why you enjoy this. Even on a dreary day like today, its beautiful,” she answered back, turning her face toward him. “I’m glad I came.”

“You know, your skirt is soaked,” he chuckled, pointing the front of her sundress, which had gotten wet in the salty spray. He pressed up against her, and she felt his interest press against her ass.

“Tease,” she chuckled lovingly.

“Me? You’re the one who made sure I knew you weren’t wearing anything under that dress.”

“Well, I had to do something to get at least some of your interest today,” she giggled, her fingers sliding along the rail to clasp his hands.

“Well, we’re not there yet,” he answered darkly. She waited for him to finish the thought.

It wasn’t words that he continued with though. His hand slid up her long skirt, hiking it up over her damp thighs. A quick glance around showed that no one was near.

“You’re crazy, you know that, don’t you?”

He laughed. “You love me that way though.”

She sighed and fell back against his chest as his fingers found her already wet pussy.

The up and down of the boat now seemed to work to her benefit, forcing his fingers deeper every time the boat fell into the well of the wave. She swayed, unsure if it was the boat’s movement, or if it was his touch.
His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to moan, before leaving her. She whimpered in frustration, only to feel the warm, smooth length of him press against her moments later. She felt him thrust into her, a syncopated rhythm to the lunging of the boat, and she bit back the scream. Just what I’d need, she thought have the whole crew rushing down, thinking I was about to fall overboard or something.

He returned his hands back to the rail, pressing her up against it. He continued to thrust into her, his mouth teasing her ear, her neck.

She saw through half lidded eyes a large wave coming, and knew the next slap of the boat would be harsh. The knowledge of it made her shiver, and when it came her consciousness shattered into a thousand broken pieces. The smell of the salt water, the cold dampness, the vibration and hum of the boat…nothing and yet everything stuck in her mind.

A few more discrete thrusts had him releasing his own control, his hands clenching the rail, white with tension.

A few moments of after orgasm blur, and he dropped her skirt, zipping himself back up. She turned in his arms to give him a kiss, when she noticed behind and above him a set of eyes twinkling with mirth.

Damned if he didn’t forget the captain in the bridge above the deck.

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