The banker's wife

Lucy had everything; a husband with a very well paid job in the banking industry, a beautiful house, two adorable young kids, a holiday villa in Europe, platinum charge cards and expense accounts at all the top stores.

Although she was now thirty five years old and had had two children, she still had a perfect figure. Her breasts were still firm and pert which matched the rest of her youthfully toned body. This was no doubt helped by her daily visits to the exclusive health centre where she had her own personal trainer. She did regular exercise and indulged in all the expensive pampering and beauty therapies that were available. Her husband would often comment that her figure was the same as the young Lucy he had married ten years previously

All of her friends envied her or maybe they were just jealous. She liked to think it was envy. In truth she enjoyed the feeling of her friends envying her. It fed her vanity and reinforced her superior attitude.

She had of course seen and read the news headlines regarding the financial crisis that was spreading around the world but did not take much notice of it. Her vanity and arrogance acted like a mental block to the realities of the real world.

Now, in an acutely embarrassing moment, the truth suddenly hit home. The manager at her favourite department store was doing his utmost to be polite and not cause any embarrassment.

"I'm afraid that we cannot extend your credit," he said quietly to her, your account balance is at the maximum we allow and nothing has been paid for the past four months.

Lucy replied, with an arrogant tone, "I'm sure there has just been some error by one of your young clerks. Here, charge it to my Platinum card."

She handed over the card and waited impatiently as the manager swiped it in his machine and waited for confirmation.

The wait felt like an eternity and then she saw the look of dismay on the manager's face as he looked at her and quietly said, "I'm afraid your card has been refused."

She stormed out of the store, leaving her purchases behind.

When she arrived home she was surprised to see her husband Andrew's car in the driveway. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and stormed inside.

She started talking before she could see him. "You'll never guess what has just happened to me," she shouted, "that department store has made some stupid error with my account and to add insult to injury there was some kind of mistake with my Platinum card and I could not pay for---------------------."

Her voice trailed away to silence as she saw her husband appear from the kitchen with a very worried expression on his face.

He just looked at her and said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry".

"What do mean," she replied, "it's not your fault. It's just some stupid little clerk's mistake somewhere."

"No its not," he replied, "the bank has suffered huge losses and I have lost my job." He was almost sobbing as he continued, "I have been trying to find the courage to tell you. Every day, for the past six months, I have been leaving for work, pretending that everything is OK but there is no work. There has been no money coming in for the past six months."

Lucy looked and felt stunned. "We have savings, the holiday home and other assets. Surely we can just sell a few things.

Andrew looked at her with sad eyes like a puppy. "The bank owned everything we had and is calling it all in. I have managed to make an arrangement with the house but we need to find some money very soon to pay Paul.

She looked at him, puzzled, "Paul? What has it got to do with Paul?"

Andrew continued, "Because of our situation I was unable to get a mortgage on the house. Think about it. Who would give a mortgage to an out of work banker? The only solution I could come up with was to persuade my old friend Paul to help us."

Lucy looked shocked and stunned.

"Paul, why Paul? You know how he makes my flesh crawl. I know he is your friend but he just gives me the creeps whenever I see him."

"Paul was the only friend I could find who was willing to help us. It's as simple as that. No Paul, no mortgage, no house!

Lucy felt as though her whole world was suddenly being taken way from her.

She tried to stay positive and, if need be, she knew she could fight hard to save the house at least.

They both went to the kitchen and Lucy put on some coffee.

"So what is the plan?" she asked, "how can we pay Paul?" she said, as she sat down next to Andrew with two large mugs of coffee.

"I know how much you detest Paul but he is our only chance. He has invited us over to dinner tonight so that we can discus what to do next."

Lucy had always disliked Paul. It was nothing particularly tangible. He was a handsome enough guy and always got on well with Andrew and their other friends.

He flirted with Lucy whenever they met. The flirting in itself was not the problem, all Pauls friends flirted with her. It was always reassuring for anyone to be flirted with innocently. The problem for Lucy was that Paul's flirting never felt innocent. It always felt as though he was somehow sexually assaulting her. He always made her feel uncomfortable by making it obvious that he was mentally undressing her. She would see his eyes unashamedly roam over her, pausing at her breasts before moving on downwards. He would stare directly into her eyes and then push his tongue out and lick his lips.

Lucy was no prude. She realised very early on that all of Paul's facial expressions and eye movements were of a sexual nature. The problem for Lucy was that he was possibly the last man on earth that she would like to have sex with. There were many other male friends that flirted with her and she was always flattered, but not Paul; definitely not Paul.

It was only a few years back that Lucy had discovered how Paul made his living. She had often wondered what he did because he was obviously a very wealthy man. She had assumed that he was in banking, the same as her husband. However, at a dinner party about two years previously, she had overheard him talking with Andrew and some of the other male guests.

She had not heard exactly what was being said but it was obvious that he was inviting the other men to some special male only occasion.

When they got home Lucy quizzed her husband about the conversation. Andrew was reluctant at first but as they lay in bed together it was obvious that she was not going to let it go.

They had now been married for about ten years and he still enjoyed her seducing him. As they both lay naked in bed she cuddled up next to him and tenderly kissed his ear.

He felt her hand move down slowly over his chest and then onto his belly.

His cock was already stiffening in anticipation of her touch. "Tell me what Paul was saying and I'll make it worth your while," she said.

He felt her hand brush teasingly past his erect cock and onto his thigh.

She squeezed his thigh, brushing the back of her hand against balls and said, "tell me what Paul was saying and I'll suck it for you."

Andrew hesitated and then felt her hand move over his erection and her fingers wrap round it.

"Pleeeeeease,"she insisted, please tell me.

Andrew still resisted as she moved her head down over his body. He felt him self weakening as she rained a series of small kisses all over his belly.

He wasn't sure how she would react if he told her what Paul had been saying to the men. Equally he was beginning not to care about what she thought as long as she sucked him.

He felt her hot breath very close to his erect cock and then the moist warmth of her lips as she teased the head with her mouth.

"OK, I'll tell you."

Lucy lay there with her cheek resting against his lower belly and head of his stiff cock between her lips listening intently to her husbands words.

As she lay there Andrew explained that Paul made and distributed porno movies and was very successful at it.

Somehow Lucy was not surprised. This would explain the creepy feeling she always got whenever they met.

"So what was the invitation for? Was it to go and watch some dirty movies?"

Andrew hesitated before replying, "No, not to watch some movies. It was to go and watch some girls audition for parts in his movies.

Paul said he always auditions the girls with a small audience of about six men to make sure that they don't waste his time later on a film set by turning shy in the presence of the film crew."

"Will you go?" she asked.

"Would you object?"

Lucy did not answer. She ran her tongue around the head of her husband's stiff cock and started to gently suck.

As she sucked Andrew's cock her mind started to fill with lewd images. She visualised a young woman in a dingy room. She saw Paul, Andrew and his friends all sitting round in big comfortable chairs watching her. Paul had his usual creepy expression as she imagined him asking the girl to take off her clothes. Lucy felt Andrews cock stiffen further in her mouth as she went on to imagine that she was in fact that young girl.

Although at first she found the idea quite repulsive she felt the revival of an old fantasy that started many years ago. It would reappear in different forms but was always the same basic idea. Sometimes when she was getting changed at the gym, in her bedroom or anywhere where she could see the reflection of her naked body in a mirror, she would fantasize that men were watching her; lusting for her. She always tried to suppress the fantasy. She pretended to herself that she was just very proud of her naked body and that her fantasy was about teasing men by letting them see what they could not have.

Now as she sucked on Andrew's cock and could feel her self becoming aroused she had to finally admit that the fantasy was not only about being the centre of attention and the object of men's lust, it was also about being used as a sexual object. That was why Paul annoyed her so much. He made it obvious each time they met that she was the centre of his lust, a female body that he wanted to use and abuse for his selfish pleasure. Deep down she loved it but did not want to be reminded of her hidden fantasy by a man that repulsed her.

Unknown to her, Andrew also had a long held fantasy. As she sucked his cock his mind was full of lewd images of her. His need was becoming more and more urgent as he indulged in his own long held fantasy of watching Lucy being used by a group of men. Now he was visualising Lucy being the young starlet attending the audition. He imagined he was watching from a safe distance as Paul and his other friends forced her to strip for them. This idea of other men with his wife had always turned him on. He doubted that he would want it to happen for real but in his mind, right now, he was imagining her completely naked and surrounded by the men. He could see her being passed around them and the men taking it in turns to pull her onto their laps. He imagined them running their hands all over her naked body, squeezing and pulling her breasts and making crude comments as they pushed their hands up between her thighs. Finally he imagined all of the men were naked, their cocks erect, standing in a circle with his wife kneeling in the centre and sucking off each one of them in turn.

Lucy could feel that he was about to cum. She had no idea what images were filling his mind but she felt his hands grip he head and force his cock deeper into her mouth. She always loved the feeling of him being taken over by pure lust thanks to her skilful mouth. She sucked eagerly and almost immediately was swallowing his hot semen as he ejaculated into her mouth.

She stayed there for a while until she felt him slacken in her mouth. She licked off the last drops and let it slip from her mouth.

She then lifted her self up and, after kissing him tenderly on the lips, she lay back, bent her knees up and then let her thighs relax and fall open.

Andrew did not need a second invitation. He moved down between her outstretched thighs and spent a few seconds gazing at her moist exposed labia.

He reached up with his mouth only inches away from her wet lips and gently opened her with his fingers. He could see how wet she was and was soon hungrily licking her and listening to her groaning with pleasure. He eased one of his fingers inside her as he sought out her swollen clit with his tongue. He listened with delight to her screams not knowing that as she reached one of her best ever orgasms her mind was full of similar images to the ones he had just had.

Since that time a few years back Lucy's dislike of Paul had grown but the fantasies and resultant orgasms just kept returning.

Now they were in Andrew's car and driving to Paul's house. Lucy had still not come to terms with the events and revelations of the past few hours. She realised that her cosy world of wealth and privilege was falling apart but she felt determined to keep what ever she could and the house was top of her list.

Despite her dislike of Paul, Lucy always liked to look presentable when they were invited out. It was spring time and the sunshine had been pleasantly warm during the day. Lucy was wearing an expensive summer dress from her favourite designer. The material was pale blue silk and it was cut so that it flattered every feminine curve of her body. It had a 'V' neck, cut quite low and, as they pulled up in to Paul's driveway, she began to regret the revealing nature and knew he would be leering at her, trying to get a glimpse of her blue lace bra. She wore a lightweight coat over the dress to keep out the evening chill.

They parked the car and walked up the impressive driveway to the front door.

Paul was already waiting to greet them.

As they entered the huge house Paul said, "May I take your coats?"

Andrew took off his coat and Paul quickly helped Lucy take hers off. As he lifted her coat from her shoulders she immediately felt his gaze fix onto the front of her dress as he said, "beautiful dress Lucy, it really suits you."

He was taller than her and she could feel his eyes exploring the deep 'V' neck searching out her underwear.

"Please come in to the dining room," he continued, "the meal is ready."

They sat down and enjoyed a very pleasant meal and perhaps more wine than they should have had.

After the meal they were enjoying some coffee and still sitting round the table.

"So Andrew, said Paul, "have you spoken with Lucy yet about my proposition?"

Lucy turned swiftly to look at her husband, uncertain as to what this proposition was.

Andrew looked suddenly flustered as Paul continued, "oh, never mind I'll tell her."

"Tell me what?" Lucy said.

The room fell silent for an uncomfortable few seconds before Andrew said, "No Paul, I'll tell her."

Lucy was starting to feel annoyed and said, "Please, what ever it is that you are supposed to have told me, just tell me!"

She looked directly at her husband, watching the awkward and embarrassed expression on his face as he mumbled, "you know Paul has kindly taken over the mortgage on our house."

"Yes," said Lucy, you told me earlier.

"Well we need to work out a way of paying him," Andrew continued.

The room then went silent again as Andrew tried to find the courage to tell Lucy what Paul had in mind.

The silence was broken by Paul as he said, "Lucy, you already know what I do for a living.

I have been offered a very large sum of money to make a new film based on the collapse of the banking system."

Lucy looked puzzled, "I thought you made dirty films, skin flicks, and porno?"

"Oh, I like to think they are better than the general run-of-the-mill skin flick," replied Paul, "but yes that is exactly what I do."

"So why have they asked you to make a film about the collapse of the banking system?" she asked.

Paul looked at her, his eyes roaming over the thin silk covering the youthful curves of her breasts and said, "The collapse of the banking system is just the starting point of the film.

The reason they will pay me a huge amount of money which, by the way, will easily pay off your outstanding mortgage, is that the main story will feature a real banker and his young attractive wife.

An outline of the plot is that the banker has not only lost his job but also lost most of the life savings of his friends. He reaches an agreement where he pays them with all he has left; his wife."

"What do you mean pays them?" Lucy asks.

"You really don't get it yet do you Lucy," said Paul.

"The film will not be a fictional story. The film I am going to make will be sold to pay off all of your husbands friends who have lost their investments.

Lucy looked at Paul in disbelief as he continued, "You, Lucy will be the star of the film. Just think about it; one days work and the house will be yours."

Lucy immediately stood up and shouted, "You must be mad; both of you. You want me to be some slutty porno actress to satisfy the perverse desires of you and your friends? You can just forget it. It is never going to happen!

Come on Andrew, we're leaving right now."

She grabbed his arm and started to try and pull him up but he stayed where he was.

She continued to shout and scream at him to get up and take her home but he just sat there.

Eventually she quietened down and Andrew said, "Lucy, it is the only chance we have of keeping the house."

Paul then spoke saying, "Lucy, I know it must be a shock but at least just go away and think about it. It is the only way you are going to be able to pay off your husband's debts and keep the house.

"OK then, I'll think about it," she said, "but the answer will still be no!"

With that she managed to grab Andrews arm again and persuade him to leave.

They drove home in silence. Lucy's mind was racing. She was furious that Andrew had not even had the courage to warn her in advance of his and Pauls Plan. She was also furious that they had even considered the plan in the first place.

They arrived home and walked into the house still without speaking.

Finally Lucy turned to Andrew and said, "Would you really want to see me used in that way with the whole event recorded for the titillation of other sad men to watch and masturbate while looking at me?"

Andrew was silent for a few seconds before looking at her and saying, "Actually, yes, I think I would find it very erotic."

Lucy just stared at him, rage filling her expression and said, "I'm going to have a long hot bath and hopefully wash away the feelings of disgust that you and Paul made me feel earlier.

She ran the bath and then locked her self in the bathroom before undressing. She reached behind and unzipped the silk dress allowing it to fall to the floor. As usual she watched herself in the full length mirror and liked the reflection she saw. The blue lace bra complimented the full roundness of her breasts. The matching blue lace panties fitted snugly faintly showing the outline of her labia.

Honeys

I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the front doorbell ring.
Must be my mother-in-law. We don't have very many unexpected guests so
who else could it be? I grabbed my thick, terry Victoria's Secret (yes,
they have some things that aren't "sexy") robe and wrapped it around me.

I ran down the stairs and saw through the front door that it wasn't my
mother-in-law. It was a stranger. I thought about pretending I wasn't
home but it was too late...he had already seen me. I went to the door,
unlocked and opened it.

Standing on my porch was a smart looking, ageless (30-ish?) man. He was
taller than I am and seemed muscular under his button-down shirt and well-
fitting Levi's (tm).

"Hi, Honey. I'm here with the XYZ magazine company and I'd like to show
you some of the new and classic selections we are offering. Do you
currently subscribe to any magazines?"

At the time, I didn't even notice his use of my name. That might've been
a clue. I just don't listen when salespeople give their pitches.

"Oh, no thank you. We already subscribe to more magazines than we read."
I answered.

I became conscious of the fact that I was wearing only my bathrobe and
standing just a few feet from this stranger. My husband would be home any
minute now, but still...

"Have a nice day," I said and started to close the door. His foot in the
door stopped me.

"I don't think you want me to leave yet. Why don't you invite me in so I
can write up your order?" he said.

I've seen pushy salepeople but this was almost weird.

"I said, I'm not interested. Please remove your foot from my door and
have a nice day." I said firmly.

He looked straight into my eyes and I felt a tremor run through me.

"I don't think you want a scene in front of your neighbors, Honey, so I
suggest you invite me in," he said.

"No, sir," I said as I opened the door wider. "I will not let you in.
Please wipe your feet and make sure the door latches tight behind you. It
sometimes sticks. Have a nice day."

What did I just say? That didn't make any sense. And why was he coming
into my house? He's acting like I invited...I did! Oh, no. I must have
misspoken.

"I'm sorry, sir, but what I meant to say was, would you like to sit here
on the sofa with me while you write up my order?" I said.

I gasped! That wasn't what I meant to say. I was so embarrassed. Okay,
I guess I should admit it. Something about this man was a real turn-on.
Just looking at him made my pussy wet. Thinking about how close to naked I
was with a strange man made it even more forbidden and exciting. But
putting all that aside, I can't do this. I have to stop. I'm a happily
married woman and I can't screw that up. Besides, David will be home any
minute now. Somehow I guess I was letting my hormones talk instead of my
brain.

The stranger looked at me and smiled. His white teeth flashed at me in a
mesmerizing way. He sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion beside
him. I sat down with him. I couldn't take my eyes off his eyes. I could
feel his body heat radiating from his body. Stop this! I thought to
myself.

"Look, I'm really sorry sir, but you have to leave. I'm not interested in
any magazines, I'm obviously not dressed for company and my husband will be
here any minute now and wouldn't be pleased to find a strange man alone in
the house with his wife. Thank you for your offer and good-bye." I said.

I couldn't look at him. The desire flowing through my body was too great
- almost uncontrollable. For some reason, I really wanted this guy.

"My name is Paul and I'm glad you've invited me in. I appreciate your
time. You are a valuable customer to me." He said.

Was this guy deaf or ignorant or what? Didn't he hear me tell him to
leave? Doesn't he understand that I'm not buying anything from him?

"I've already filled out the form for you, Honey, so all you have to do is
sign it. That way if your neighbors saw me, you'll have proof of a
reason for my visit." He handed me a small clipboard.

I looked at it. He was right. The whole form was filled out - name,
address, telephone number, credit card number, and the magazine ordered was
marked - "Catholic Digest". There was an X beside the line for credit card
signature. I picked up the pen.

"I don't know how to make this much clearer to you," I said as I signed my
name. "I do not want any magazines and I insist you leave the house at
once before I call the police."

I handed him back the clipboard and gave him a strong, defiant look.

Paul looked back at me softly and said, "What are your unfulfilled sexual
desires? You need something that you're not getting. What is it?"

I was shocked! Was this guy some kind of pervert or something? How could
he ask me that? I hope my husband comes home soon. I've got to get him
out of here - or at least keep him from touching me.

"I happen to have a perfect sex life. My husband, David, is very good in
bed and we enjoy sex freqently - almost daily. We both love each other and
enjoy sharing sexual pleasures with one another. Sex is an important part
of our strong marriage." I said.

Why? Why did I bother telling this weirdo these details? I should just
kick him out.

"I don't think you're telling me the truth, Honey. There's something more
that you want. There's something you think about when you touch yourself.
There's a piece you feel is missing during your sexual activities. You
have to tell me what it is." Paul spoke confidently, as if he already knew
the answer to his question but wanted me to confirm it.

I was about to yell at this guy to get out of my house when a strange
thing happened. I felt my legs part and a tongue touch that tiny area
between my vagina and my asshole. The warm wet tongue slowly slid across my
wet sex-hole, parting the labia as it went, sending shivers through my body,
teasing my clit then pulled away. I was panting and gasping for breath and
trying to get control of myself when I realized I hadn't moved. My legs
were still together and Paul was still sitting a foot from me and not
touching me. It felt so real but I'd imagined the whole thing. Damn him!
He was just trying to get me horny and it worked. He's winning this
dangerous little game.

"I have a pretty good sex life but sometimes David isn't as adventurous as
I'd like and he doesn't like cunnilingus," I told Paul in a clinical way.

He smiled broadly. He looked like he'd just won a prize. It worked, I
heard a voice in my head say. Oops, gotta switch, I heard and then the
voice was silent. I think I'm losing my sanity. Stop and look around.
What the hell are you doing, Honey? You invited a strange man in your house
and are discussing your sex life with him! Now you're starting to "hear
little voices". Better not tell anyone about this or they'll call for the
men in white coats.

"You said David isn't as adventurous as you'd like. What do you mean by
that? Are there things he won't do that you want to do? Be very specific,
Honey."

"Well, anal sex for example. He heard a priest once say it was wrong so
he's not interested in trying. Says sex is good so why have anal sex.
Then there's just lots of little things. I don't like pain but I'd like to
try bondage. Role playing might be fun. I don't know. Experimenting with
sex toys, perhaps." I was feeling pretty relaxed and started to enjoy our
conversation.

I looked over at Paul and he had a dazed look in his eyes and a silly grin
on his face. I lowered my eyes and saw his hand was rubbing himself
in the pocket of his jeans.

"Get out, now, you weirdo or I'm calling the cops. You have two choices:
you can leave now or kiss me passionately." I said.

"I'll take the second one," he said and he leaned over and pressed his
lips firmly against mine. I felt ripples of pleasure start in the center of
my
stomach and spread up and down my body. I felt my pussy become even wetter
and the bare-shaved lips rubbed against one another lightly. I wiggled a
bit to intensify the feeling.

I pulled away and saw my bathrobe had separated and my right leg was bare
to the hip. My legs are one of my best features - shapely and firm.

Paul had followed my glance and put his hand on my calf and slowly slid it
upward. I had just shaved my legs and they were silky smooth. His hand on
my leg sent little shockwaves through me. When his hand reached my thigh,
I "realized" what was happening and I put both of my hands on his chest and
pushed hard. I think it took him a bit by surprise and he broke his grip on
me.

"What do you think you're doing? Get your filthy hands off me!" I
screamed and ran for the door. Paul was quicker than I was and caught me
at the door.

"Don't you get it, Honey? I want you and I'm going to have you."

What was this guy talking about? How could I get away? Clearly he was
stronger than I was but I knew I could outwit him and get away somehow.

Suddenly, a felt a tremendous tickling wave of feeling centered on my
already hot and swollen pussy. I felt a huge orgasm building! I started
to shake and wiggle and my knees felt like Jello (tm). I dropped to the
floor and lay back enjoying this incredible feeling. My hips were
bucking off the ground reaching for nothing and my muscles were tensing and
relaxing repeatedly. My robe had shifted open somewhat exposing a breast
and all of my legs. My eyes were squeezed shut because all of my
concentration was on feeling what was happening to my body. I moaned
loudly and clenched my robe, the carpet - anything I could grab. And it
finally hit me - incredible tickling pleasure zipped through my body as I
screamed my excitement. I slowly came down from this high, enjoying the
little aftershocks on the way down. I was hot and a bit sweaty, my hair
tousled and my robe barely on me. I opened my eyes, realizing the state I
was in and looked up to see him standing there, watching with an amused
look on his face.

"That was quite a show. I have to admit, you were one of the best I've
seen. Do you get it now, Honey? All I have to do is give you a mental 'push'
and my wishes are literally your commands. You have no choice in this
situation. I said I want you and I will have you. You might as well give
up and enjoy it because I'm not going anywhere." Paul said.

My mind was reeling! This couldn't be happening to me. This man was a
rapist and, I don't know, some sort of a hypnotist or something. I have to
get away from him! Whatever he is, he's obviously a mad man.

I turned from him and ran - all of two steps before he grabbed me. I
struggled with his arms firmly wrapped around me. I screamed and tried to
step on his feet and elbow his stomach but he seemed to anticipate my every
move and avoid it.

"Boy, you are a fiesty one. I sure do like that. Sturggling much more
than I thought you would. But, I don't know why you're bothering. Ah,
well. It's kinda fun this way but I've had enough. If we're going to get
physical, I'd rather we made love, not war. Take off your robe, Honey."
Paul said.

I glared at him. He loosened his grip around me then let go entirely.
His eyes were focused on mine and didn't move. I may be trapped in here, but
I didn't have to voluntarily do anything he said.

I removed my robe and let it drop to the floor. Paul told me to stand
still so he could get a good look at me. He seemed to examine me like I
was some sort of product he was purchasing. He started with what he'd
already seen - my face, looking at my blue-gray eyes intently, running his
fingers through my long dark-blonde hair, tracing my small narrow nose and
outlining my full pink lips. He gripped my shoulders and slid his hands down
my arms. They were thin but pretty firm from working out.

He looked at my bare breasts, exposed for the first time in years to any
man but my husband or doctor. My breasts are small but I am satisfied with
them. The areoles are also small but my nipples react well. My breasts are
round and firm. Somehow, even though I'm satisfied with my breasts, I've
never
thought they were particularly attractive. For some reason, that made this
examination even harder. As he was looking, he gave a low whistle. "Just
like I like them - small and firm." He touched the flesh of my right
breast with the tip of his finger. My nipple immediately hardened into a
tight little nub. He laughed, "Not bad. And that was without a 'push'. I
knew you'd enjoy this."

If I was embarrassed about my nakedness, I was even more embarrassed by
my body's betrayal.

Paul put his hands on my sides beside my breasts, feeling my ribcage under
his pressure. He slide his hands down, feeling them dip in at the waist
and slide out again over the hips in a definite hourglass shape (although
not
the perfect 36-24-36 proportions).

"I don't want to have to crawl around on my knees to examine you so it's
time to get comfortable," he said and he took my hand and led me to the
guest bedroom.

I was still a bit frantic. I didn't know what to do or how to get away.
On the other hand, I don't think my body has every felt so good. As wrong
as this is, he is a tremendous lover. He made me orgasm without ever
touching my body! What am I thinking! I have to get away. I've never
cheated on my husband and I don't want to be raped. I struggled with more
of these twisted thoughts as we walked down the hall toward the bedroom. I
finally hit upon a solution: He was right. I had no choice. So I may as
well give in to it KNOWING that my husband David would be home any second
(where is he, anyway? he should've been here by now) and rescue me. It
made sense. I've heard that to avoid getting hurt by a rapist you should
do what they tell you to do. I don't entirely agree with that but since I
have no choice and know I will be rescued soon anyway... Okay, I've
decided. That's what I'll do.

Paul told me to lay down on the bed on my back. I dutifully did as I was
told. I lay, as rigid as a pole, staring at the ceiling. He gave another
of his low whistles.

"I'll be damned. That's something I didn't know about. Guess I did
choose well this time." Paul said in a strange tone of voice.

What was he talking about? I looked at him and saw him staring at my
pussy. My BARE pussy! My freshly-shaven-just-a-half-hour-ago-pussy! I
watched him look at me so intently. It sent a strange feeling down my
spine. He reached out with one finger, tentatively, and barely touched my
bare mound where a thick bush of hair normally grows. His touch felt
electric to me and the smooth skin must've surprised him as well because he
jumped. I guess he'd never seen a grown woman with a bare pussy before.

He stroked his finger up and down the top of my mound, feeling the soft
skin. His touch was so relaxing, I closed my eyes and gave in to the
feeling. He went to the foot of the bed and took my legs in his hands and
parted them. His actions were so unexpected I didn't have time to react
and once my legs were apart, he kneeled between them. His eyes didn't
leave my sex. He grabbed my right hip with his left hand to steady himself
and used his right hand to touch me. Paul slid a single finger down from
the top of the mound, beside my labia in between my legs. He used a
feather light touch all around my vagina. He touched everywhere hair is
supposed to grow.

"This is great. I mean it. This is really great but it's not what I want
just now. Now it's my turn to lie down and I want you to suck my cock. I
want you to show me how good a woman you really are." Paul said. His
voice sounded almost strained.

I didn't want to do it but I had told myself this was probably the best
way out. Go along with what he said and wait to be rescued. Then I realized
what I had been telling myself...wait for some man to some rescue me? Oh
yeah, that's a real independent woman of the 90's attitude. How could I
have thought that? Forget it. There's no way I was going to do anything
else he said.

But, I did. He lay down on his back and I curled up beside him with my
head laying on his stomach.

"I am not going to suck your cock."

"Sure you are, Honey, here it is...lick the tip of it."

I licked the head, tasting the salty precum that had oozed out.

"Mister, I mean, Paul, really, I can't do this. I'm not very good at it.
I mean I only did it a few clumsy times before I got married and now with
my husband. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I can't
stand it and I want to taste your hot cock in my mouth right now." I said.

A wave of desire to have his manhood in my mouth filled me. There was
nothing, and I mean nothing, I wanted more right then.

I slowly ran my tongue from the base of his shaft almost to the head. I
repeated the movement, enjoying the change of breathing pattern I heard from
him. I moved slightly and did the same thing, working my way around the
shaft, slowly licking up and covering every part of the shaft. I then
pursed my lips against the shaft, as if I were going to kiss it, and sucked
and slid my sucking little lips up and down and around his shaft.

I moved down between his legs and bent over. Slowly I licked his left
ball until it was covered in my saliva. I gave his right one the same
treatment then I very gently took it into my mouth and sucked and licked it
carefully. I moved to the other one and rolled that into my mouth as well. I
moved my head up a bit and started again licking his shaft. Once I had
licked
all the way around, I very slowly glided my tongue across the top of the
head,
then lolled it around and around circling from the "eye" outwards until my
tongue rimmed the head. I heard low moans coming from Paul.

I repositioned myself and grabbed the bottom of his shaft in a ring with
my thumb and forefinger, and put the head of his cock between my lips. I
poked my tongue at the tip, circled it around, the sucked the head into my
mouth. His moans increased. I let the head slide out between my lips then
sucked it in again, swirling my tongue around it in my warm mouth. I
relaxed, letting him slide out. This time I pulled him into my mouth,
sucking his head and his shaft all the way into my mouth, pulling hard, as
much as my mouth would hold. I could hear Paul moan louder and his
breathing increase its pace. I repeated my action, inhaling his cock deep
into my mouth, taking almost all of it in.

Doing this to a strange man and watching his excitement increase really
turned me on. I could feel my pussy throbbing and my hips began to move a
bit involuntarily showing their readiness. I moved my hand up and down his
shaft, timing it with the action of my mouth for maximum effectiveness. It
seemed to work...it felt like he was about to come. I sucked him into my
mouth again and felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me down, taking
him in deeper. I had to move my hand out of the way and had as much of him
in my mouth as I could hold and Paul still put pressure on my head. I
relaxed
and my throat seemed to open somehow and I felt more and more of him slide
inside me until my lips rested against the hairy base. At first I almost
gagged but I just told myself I was okay and to relax. My mouth felt so
full.
Paul slid out then all the way back in again and my throat seemed to pulsate
around him. Just when I thought he was going to speed up and come, he pulled
out.

"That's not how I want to come. I just wanted to give you a little taste
of that kind of action." He said.

How could he just stop like that? I wanted to taste his hot cum. But
even more so, I had to admit, I wanted to feel his large hot cock pumping
inside me. Something in the very back of my mind told me I shouldn't be
doing this but somehow I couldn't remember why not. All I really knew is I
had an incredible desire I wanted fulfilled and this was the only man who
could do it. I fell beside him on my back on the bed.

I had to get out of here! I am starting to go crazy. This man was
practically raping me and all I could think about was how I wanted to feel
him inside me. I can't imagine what's wrong with me. I'm thinking all kinds
of things I know I shouldn't be thinking and wanting all kinds of things
I've
never wanted before.

"Leave me alone. Let me go." I said futiley.

"You still don't get it, do you Honey? You want whatever I want you to
want. See? All I have to do is go like this," he gave a mental push.
"And I can create desires within you. Like now, you want me to fuck you.
You can't help it. Even if your husband walked in right now, nothing would
stop this desire."

"Please, please fuck me. I want to feel your hot cock pumping inside me.
Come on, Paul. Show me what kind of a man you are. Take me, please." I
said, embarrassed by my wanton desire but unable to control it.

He laughed. "Nah, that's not as much fun." He removed the push.

"Get out!" I screamed. I tried to get up but it felt like my hands and
ankles were tied to the bed. I could see that they weren't but I still
could not lift them. I kept trying to move them and finally I could slide
my legs a bit but only apart. Once they were all the way apart, I couldn't
move them any more.

Paul got up and moved in between my legs. He reached underneath and
cupped my ass in his hands. He looked at my frightened eyes and smiled
mischievously. He dipped his head down and licked my inner thighs. He
heard the audible sigh he was listening for.

I pulled at my arms and legs, trying to break whatever invisible bond held
them, to no avail. I felt a tongue rest on that spot between my vagina and
my asshole. No! This is just like I "dreamt" when we were sitting on the
couch. Slowly, Paul's tantalizing tongue slid up over my sex-entrance,
parting my labia as it went, sending ripples of pleasure through me and
ending with a wiggle on my clit. I half-screamed, half-sighed at this
assault. It felt so good. I'd wanted cunnilingus for so long that this
just felt so good. He gave another long, slow tantalizing lick. My hips
wiggled and bucked from his ministrations.

He ran his tongue up and down my smooth labia and sucked each one in
gently. He was moaning softly to himself. He mumbled something about
never having the chance to eat a woman with a bare cunt before. His words
sent waves of warm excitement through my body. He licked every part
outside of my pussy but carefully avoided the sensitive inside. He ran his
tongue over all of the bare but would-be-hairy places and enjoyed the
feeling.

It felt so good! I didn't want him to stop. This felt like nothing I
could remember. It was so tickly and warm and wonderful and wet and good.
He seemed to be enjoying it too. However, I'd had enough of his teasing
and wanted him to make me orgasm. I reached down and grabbed the back of
his head, as he had mine earlier. (Yes, I could suddenly move my arms -
which means I could've escaped, but I wasn't thinking about that any more.)

I put my hands on his head and pulled him in to me trying to convince him
to stimulate my clit to orgasm. He just kept licking my outer labia.
I used one hand to reach under his face and part my labia, exposing my sex
to this stranger, and used the other hand to guide his head to the right
spot. He still resisted and lapped at my opening. He licked and sucked my
sex juices which were flowing more than I had ever known. He seemed like
an addict who couldn't get enough of my drug. I thought how funny it was
that the tables had turned and he was under my control. (Far from the
truth - I was no longer restrained but I wouldn't dream of leaving because
I had such an intense desire for him that I was still under his control.)

He curled his tongue and slid it into the entrance to my vagina. I
stifled a moan. This felt so good but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to
feel his tongue on my clit or feel his meat pounding inside me. His actions
were frustrating and exciting me. His tongue continued its activity until
I felt very clean, hot and ready for him to enter me. Then he put his lips
over my clit and blew hot air. The heat and motion sent shivers through my
body. He slowly wiggled his tongue back and forth against my clit. He
could tell by my motions and vocalizations that this was just what I'd been
begging for. I could feel an orgasm building inside me like I'd never
experienced one before.

Paul slid one of his hands from under my ass and slipped a finger inside
my wet box. He trailed his finger down to my rosebud and teased the rim of
it.
Would he dare? I couldn't stop my body from wiggling and begging for all
that
he had to give. He pushed gently and his finger slid, surprisingly easily,
inside of me. It felt really weird but I have to admit it felt good too. He
slid it in and out a few times and I started to get comfortable with it. He
licked and teased my clit a bit faster. I could feel the hair on my head
almost as if it were standing on end and I could feel the tension in my
toes.
I thought I would pass out if he continued to lick me like that and just
then
I felt myself about to come when...

He stopped.

I almost cried from frustration. What kind of a person was this.
Torturous.

I was drained - weak, frustrated, confused, and I just laid there.

Paul reached down and rolled me on my side away from him. I felt like a
rag doll after being played with and abandoned and I just gave in to his
motions. He pushed my top leg forward. He reached down, rubbing my ass,
until he touched my asshole with something warm and wet. He rubbed the
around the rim with that wet stuff which increased my excitement again. It
felt so good and so foreign to me. He slipped his finger inside my
backdoor as he did before but this time it went in even easier and felt
really nice. I had been curious about anal play but didn't really expect
it to feel like this. He pulled his hand back but then reached again with
some more of the wet stuff and slid it around.

My face felt really flushed and I was breathing hard. I wondered if he
was really going to do what I thought he was going to do. I was a little
scared it would hurt but also excited at the thought of trying. I reached
around to see if he was still hard and was surprised to feel how big and
hard
he really was. He seemed even bigger than when I was deep throating him, if
that was possible. He was ready all right. While my hand was back there, he
put some wet stuff in it so I gladly rubbed it on his huge, hot cock. I slid
my hand up and down, coating him thoroughly but also getting myself so
worked
up I thought I'd orgasm just from rubbing him. He also seemed on the edge so
he took my hand off and laid it in front of me. He rubbed his hand up my leg
and teased around the rim of my rosebud again. I could feel my pussy juices
oozing again, making things even more slick. He probed inside me with his
finger and I relaxed with the good feelings that was giving me. He moved
himself into a comfortable position behind me and pulled his finger out
while placing the head of his cock against my backdoor as if to replace it.

"Just relax and have fun, Honey. This is going to be so good. I want to
fuck your sweet ass, baby. I want to feel your hot ass around me." Paul
said.

All I could do was push back against him in response. I pushed back as he
gently pushed forward. I felt the hole ease open, already relaxed and
"loose" from his fingers, and the head of his cock entered. We both
moaned from the intense feeling. I had never known it could be like this.
Of course he was "pushing" my brain to make it feel good, but still.

It felt weird but it felt so good, I just wanted more of him inside me. I
pushed back against him and he pushed in more, then pulled back a bit. I
sighed at the change of direction and the new range of feeling this brought
about. I got a momentary "What am I doing?" feeling and started to clench
but Paul rubbed my sides and I relaxed and enjoyed the new game. I was
glad he had been so generous with the lube because that made the motion
smooth and feel wonderful. I don't know how to explain it. It felt
nothing like going to the bathroom or even like when I had slipped a soapy
finger inside me in the shower while experimenting. It also didn't feel
like having regular sex. Regular sex wasn't better than this...just
different. Paul pushed in some more and my body relaxed and accepted him
then he stopped pushing to allow my body to automatically ease him out. He
pushed again, harder this time, until he was all the way inside me then he
slid out to the head.

"Are you okay, Honey? How does it feel?" Paul asked.

"Oh, Paul. This is incredible. I've never felt anything like it before.
I just wonder if I'd like it without your 'push' on me. This is really
wild!" I said.

"Honey, I'm not 'pushing' your brain. Everything you're doing now you're
doing by your own choice. Everything you're feeling is real."

I was shocked by his words. I thought he'd made it easier and feel good
by "pushing" my brain. I thought I was doing this because he made me do it
and that I was enjoying it because he made me enjoy it. You mean I
actually like doing this?

Ooooh! Yes, I had to admit, I really liked doing this. Paul sliding in
and out of me sent tingles up my back and in my stomach and all over my
body. Like I said, the feeling was hard to explain but it just felt so
good I didn't think I could get enough.

Paul reached his hand over and down between my legs and touched my clit.
My whole body spasmed. I had forgotten how close I was to orgasm when he'd
stopped touching me. Now he slowly moved his finger over my throbbing
clit and I was close to orgasm quickly. He fucked my ass faster. I
couldn't believe how easily my body accomodated him. I felt like my body
was a violin and his cock was the bow that made the music. He strummed
faster inside me while playing with my clit. I began almost bouncing from
the stimulation.

"Oh, Paul, I think I'm going to cum." I said.

"Me too, Honey. C'mon baby. I want to feel you cum. I want you to enjoy
sex for a change, not just give in. Yes, Honey, you can do it."

I moaned and cried out from his relentless touch. I moved faster beside
him until I spasmed and throbbed into a tremendous explosive orgasm. I
shivered and moved and tightened up around him. My motions brought Paul
over the edge and moments later he pounded hard into my ass filling me with
his hot cum.

We laid there, like two spoons, sweating and panting together. I felt so
good I didn't want to move for fear of losing the feeling. After awhile,
Paul pulled out, and stood up.

"C'mon Honey, it's time to get up." Paul said.

Suddenly, I felt happy and refreshed. I stood up beside him. He grabbed
me in a big bear hug.

"Thanks, Honey. That was lots of fun. Can we do it again some time?" he
asked.

My mind was reeling as the reality of my happy marriage and my terrible
infidelity and the immense pleasure I'd received started to all ask for my
attention.

"I...I don't know, Paul. What do I tell my husband when he gets home?
What...I...oh, I just don't know. It was fun but I just can't ruin my
whole life out of my uncontrollable lustfulness." I sounded so stupid but
I just couldn't say all the things I was thinking.

"Oh, Honey, you worry too much. I'll take care of everything. David is
running late today so he won't be home until you're ready for him. You
don't have to tell him a thing. In fact, I'll make it easy on you. You
won't remember a thing. All you'll remember is the magazine salesperson
coming to the door. Sometime, I might stop by again...For now, you need to
go hop back in the shower so you're ready for your husband when he gets
home." Paul said.

Paul kissed my firmly on the lips and then exited through the front door.

I went upstairs and took off my bathrobe so I could take a quick after
work shower. I hadn't had a particularly good day at work but for some
reason
I felt wonderful! My office must've been hot 'cause I felt kind of sticky
but, no matter. That would be resolved in no time. I climbed into the
shower and enjoyed the hot water pouring over me. Why was I downstairs in
my robe? Oh yeah. Just when I was getting into the shower the doorbell
rang and it was that nice magazine salesman. I hoped he was happy doing
that since he seemed like such a nice man. Did I need to shave? No, my
legs and pussy feel pretty smooth. I gathered some rich lather in my hand
and slid it down over my pussy. Felt good. Yeah, it was all smooth.

I turned around so the hot water was beating on my breasts. I put soap
on my ass and spread it around with my hands. I slid a finger down my crack
and felt really turned on. I added more soap and slipped a finger up inside.
I almost came from the sensations it caused. Wow! That felt good. I
tried it again, but it didn't feel the same. Just felt like me washing my
ass. Oh, well. Maybe I'll have time to finger myself to orgasm on the bed
before David gets home.

I shut off the water and dried myself off with the towel. I climbed out
of the tub and threw on my robe. I went into the bedroom, lay on the bed and
opened the robe. I cupped my bare pussy then reached with one finger for
my clit. David should be home by now so I didn't have much time. I
thought about that good looking magazine salesman who stopped by and
wondered what kind of lover he'd be and what his cock would look like and I
fingered myself faster and faster, then tensed up and spasmed as I
orgasmed quickly.

I heard the key in the door as I stood and straightened my robe. I went to
meet my husband.

"Hi, Honey. I stopped and picked up a couple things from the grocery
store. I got some milk, eggs, bread and I'm not sure what else. Didn't
know what we needed but for some reason I felt like we needed some of this
stuff tonight."

Thanks, David, for stopping off and taking your time. I needed the time
alone to relax. I feel so refreshed now.

*end*

I knew that I want her.

I couldn't keep my hand off my crotch. My cunt pulsed so badly that it almost was unbearable. Nor could I keep my eyes off her. Her statuesque frame, blonde hair, gorgeous thighs and ass, and luscious tits mesmerized me. I knew that I had to have her or she had to have me.

At the moment she was in the process of pinning her struggling opponent to the mat with a thigh-bulging grapevine hold that accentuated every inch of her magnificent muscles as she stretched and punished her opponent with gut wrenching power that had her victim screaming her submission.

I watched her as she released her beaten foe and got to her feet. Her gorgeous body glistened with sweat. All of her muscles, still tensed from the action, stood out like an Amazon chiseled from marble. My cunt got wet with urgency as she headed my way, toweling herself off.

It was now or never. I had no way of knowing if I would ever see her again or have the chance that now presented itself to me. Nor did I really have a choice, since my mind or will no longer entered into the decision. I was totally dominated by my pulsing cunt and tantalized tits. Everything else meant nothing. I was powerless to resist the urge that controlled my crotch and everything else.

“That was a great pin,” I said. She stopped toweling and looked at me. "I was watching you and was really impressed with your ability,” I continued. Still nothing from her. Undaunted by this silence I went on. "I haven't seen you here before. Do you come often?" Her towel dropped to hang from her beautiful arm - but still no response. I started to fear that she would say nothing and leave me without even replying or acknowledging me.

Then, in an instant, everything changed. I found out that she was new, that she loved to wrestle, did not know anybody yet, and would love to get acquainted. Very rapidly this progressed into talk of our mutual love of grappling and our mutual mutual need for body contact sports. So completely did we blend with each other that in no time we had set a date for a private wrestling match. And before parting I had very strong vibes that she wanted more than wrestling - much more – something that the hard, sweat producing, muscle bulging wrestling would lead to. And my cunt was so wet that I was certain it would run down my leg.

The following week we met. I'll skip the details of where and when, but only tell you that it was private so that anything could happen. The opening suggestion that we immediately dispense with our bras and T-backs and go nude was instantly agreed upon. There was no reason to set rules, time limits, holds to be barred, or conditions for submission. We both knew what we wanted and how the action would end.

Even before we touched each other my cunt was wet and throbbing. I was instantly distracted by her gorgeous body. Great tits, muscular thighs, a deep dark valley between them, and a luscious ass. Her body emanated an animal-like aura with an almost palpable heat. Her eyes bored into me with a look that told me that she was going to make me submit and have her way with me. Put I wanted to take her as much as she wanted to take me, so we would just have to find out whom would submit to whom.

As we circled to feel each other out I noticed the size of her luscious tits and the large areolas. The vision of them sent shiver through my own tits with thoughts of mashing them together. I became totally mesmerized by her great body and wanted nothing but to touch it, grapple and match muscles with it, and feel every inch of her hot animalistic flesh.

Then, with a move that was so quick that it caught me off-guard, she grabbed me in a front beat hug. My wet crotch was instantly jammed against her luscious crotch that felt as wet as mine. She snaked her arms around my waist just below my rib cage and snapped them shut. I felt her arms constrict and immediately knew I was caught in a grip as powerful as any boa constrictor. I felt the biceps of her arms swell as she squeezed. I was also brutalized by her clenched hands just above the small of my back.

I was a good enough wrestler to know that I had to break this hold right away or she would have me at her mercy without further resistance. This was not about to happen so early on. I retaliated with a brutally hard up thrust against her jaw at the sane moment that my rock hard knee smashed dead center into her. This maneuver worked and she broke the hold.

We circled once more, this time a little more warily than at first. I then made my first aggressive move and lunged to get her in my arms. She adroitly sidestepped and I suddenly felt myself lifted off my feet and flying through the air. I hit the mat with a force that jarred my body from the neck all the way to the base of my spine and left me momentarily stunned.

She really wanted me to submit. She was playing rough. It was obvious that she didn't want to waste any time in getting what she wanted - my submitted body. I had expected more wrestling before we settled down into bottom woman submissions, but it was apparent that she wanted me now. She was playing rough so now I would play rough too. She moved in for the kill as I got to one knee. As she came in I met her with a brutal head butt just above her cunt. I felt her body shudder as the pain of impact radiated cut from groin and into her upper thighs.

This doubled her up and made it easy for me to clamp her into a headlock. With a firm grip on her head I flipped her over brutally to the mat. As we hit the mat together I swung my legs around and locked them around her skull. She immediately arched upward in an attempt to break free, but all she got for her efforts was my balled fist that slammed into her vulnerable midsection. I continued this assault with more brutal pressure on the scissors and repeated power-packed blows to her heaving stomach area.

I believe that I would have made her submit right then and there is she had not turned downright nasty by attempting to sink her teeth into my thigh. I forestalled this by quickly letting go of the scissors and at the same time delivering another pile driving punch to her now sore midsection. I then moved away as she went into an on-all-fours position. This is right were I wanted her.

While she suffered and tried to get to her feet I came up behind her and reached between her legs. My finger slid into her privates with a favorite lock of mine - a cuntlock. Her whole body jerked as if it had received an electrical jolt. She let out a cry of "aaaaaaaggggrrrrrrr" as my fingers dug in and clamped down. I straddle her ass to hold her in place as I continued to torture and punish her.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear "are you ready to submit?" With a voice charged with pain she gritted cut between clenched teeth "no fucking way.”

I responded immediately with further tightening of my finger grip and said again, "are you sure you don't want to submit?" This time the misery was so intense that she could not speak, only shaking her head. "You had better submit fast, cunt, or I'll ruin you for life.”

She finally submitted and I pushed her down and over onto her back. I then straddled her upper torso planting my ass directly over her great tits. I reached back and secured the cuntlock again. Her body writhed and undulated beneath me. After a few minutes I released the cuntlock and moved my crotch directly over her face. I then sat fully on it covering her nose and mouth with my wet, smothering crotch.

I would have continued this for some further time if I had not felt her tongue probing my slick labia. As the moments went by her tongue went deeper and deeper in my love tunnel. My fingers then went down and started to masturbate her cunt. Within minutes we both were in the throes of near orgasm. Then there was a simultaneous explosion and we came together.

We became good friends after this and had many erotic hours together, mixing wrestling with and without sex.

The End

Shower Room

It was Monday morning, the first day of college. I remember it well. I tilted my head up into the shower spray and let the hot water flow down over my body. It felt so good. The summer had flown by. I had decided to attend our local community college for the first couple of years and get my basic courses out of the way before heading off to the university (It was cheaper that way). So I was still living at home and commuting the forty-five minute drive it took to get to the campus. I had survived orientation week and was getting ready for my first day of regular classes.

As I stood there under the shower, I felt soft hands reach around to hug my chest. One began rubbing my nipples as the other one slid down to stroke my cock. Two firm breasts pushed into my back. I moaned in pleasure.
Mom and I had not had many opportunities to get together after that Friday when we made love for the first time. Either Dad or sis always seemed to be around. And the summer was no better. We only managed to get away four or five times. It was frustrating, to say the least.

But now that school had started, it was a different story. Mondays and Wednesdays my classes didn’t start until 10:30 AM, Tuesdays and Thursdays not until 1:30 PM, and Fridays I was done by noon. With Dad and sis gone until supper time, that gave us a lot of time alone. And evidently Mom meant to take advantage of every minute.
She pushed her mound into my butt, tickling me with her pubic hairs. Her breasts rubbed against my back, her hard nipples pressing into my flesh. She leaned in and kissed me on the neck before licking up onto my ear lobe. Still she pumped my hardening cock, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive head. It all sent shivers up my spine.
I turned around and drew her into my arms. As my throbbing cock pressed into her soft belly I kissed her hard, shoving my tongue up into her mouth. Mom moaned and grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against her as she ground her pelvis into me. Our tongues danced against each other.

Gazing up into my eyes, she slowly knelt in front of me, dragging her fingernails over my shoulders and down my chest to my groin. Gently she cupped my balls with one hand while gripping my rock hard shaft in the other. Almost in slow motion, she leaned forward to kiss the tip before using her tongue to lick all over it like a popsicle. Finally she opened her mouth and sucked me inside. All this time she held my gaze with her hazel eyes. Bobbing up and down, she began to face-fuck herself.
I groaned as her hot mouth and tongue worked their magic. Reaching out, I entwined my fingers in her hair and held her head as I began rocking back and forth, fucking my mother’s face, as the shower water cascaded down over us.

Squeezing my nuts and stroking my shaft as she lovingly sucked my cock, Mom soon had me throbbing, ready for release. Then, suddenly, she released me and raised up. As she stood, she leaned in and dragged her breasts up over my chest. When we were face to face she lightly kissed my lips.
“Mom?” I questioned.
She put her finger against my lips to stop me from saying anything. Then she turned around, bent over, and leaned against the shower wall. Using her hands, she pulled her butt cheeks apart, exposing her dripping pussy. Her invitation was obvious. I reached forward and spread her inner lips apart with one hand while aiming my spit-glistening cock with the other. I centered the head in her pink fuck hole and pushed.
Mom groaned as I filled her tight oily vagina. Looking back over her shoulder she smiled as she wiggled her ass, causing my thick shaft to squirm inside her. “Fuck mommy good,” was all she said before lowering her head back against the shower wall and pushing back into my pelvis.
Gripping her hips, I pulled out until just the head was still in her. Then I pushed forward, filling her again. In and out I rocked, enjoying the feel of her clinging wet pussy as it sucked and pulled on my invading shaft.

As I got into a rhythm, I began to caress her soft ass cheeks. After awhile I used my thumbs to pull them apart so I could watch my hard cock penetrate my mother’s inner core. I loved the way her hole stretched around my thickness, the way her inner lips vanished and appeared with each stroke. I marveled at how hot and wet she was. My cock glistened with her oily juices.
My brain began to shift into overdrive. I was once again fucking my beautiful mother. My hard cock was buried in the very hole from which I was born. It was willingly welcoming me back into it’s depths. And it would soon, gladly, accept the offering of hot, incestuous seed that I would pour into it. Amazing! Hot! Wonderful!
My strokes began to pick up speed. I pounded forward with more force. Soon I was driving into Mom’s cunt as hard as I could, her butt cheeks shaking each time my pelvis slammed into them. Mom never missed a beat. She kept thrusting her ass back to meet my every stroke.

I reached forward to grab Mom’s hanging breasts as they jiggled with the force of our fucking. Cupping them, I squeezed hard. Mom moaned and fucked back at me even harder. Soon her ass was a blur as we pounded at each other.
Mom’s pussy clutched at my invading cock. Her hot juices seemed to scald my shaft. The shower stall echoed with the sound of our bodies slapping together. I could feel my balls churn with my hot seed. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
Letting go of her breast, I reached down to stroke her hard clit nub. “Cum, Mom.” I urged. “Cum on your son’s hard cock. Soak me with your hot pussy juice.”
Mom groaned at the extra stimulation against her clit. Her pussy trembled around my shaft. Reaching back, she cupped my bouncing balls and squeezed.

“Oh, fuck, Mom. I’m going to cum! I’m going to fill your hot cunt with my thick seed. … Cum with me, Mom. Suck my sperm right up into your incest loving womb. … Shiiiiitttt! I’m ccccuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!”
My cockhead swelled and belched, sending a hot stream of sticky cum shooting up into my mother’s womb. Again and again it jerked. Each time it sent more of my baby-making seed splashing up into her sucking vagina, filling her hole to capacity.
Mom shuttered as she felt my hot jizz coat her inner walls. Ducking her head down, pushing her butt back tight against my pelvis, and clenching her legs together, trapping my spurting cock deep inside her twat, Mom jerked and shook through her own orgasm.
“Yyyyeeessss, Gary.” she cried. “Cum in mommy’s cunt. It feels ssssooooo gggooodddd! I’m cccccuuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!”
Slowly we sank to the floor of the shower stall. My shrinking cock slipped from my mother’s cum filled pussy. We lay there for a moment, hugging each other, while the water sprayed down on top of us. Mom smiled and kissed me. “I love you.” she sighed.
“I love you, too.” I told her. “I still can’t believe I am fucking you, my wonderful, beautiful mother.”
“I know,” she replied. “Yet here we are, naked together, with your cum seeping out of my well fucked pussy. And I am already looking forward to doing it again.”
“Again?” I asked. “I have to get to school. I don’t have time to do it again.”
“I know, I know.” she said, sadly. “But there is always tomorrow. With your schedule for this semester, I expect to get my share of motherfucking every morning. I guess I am just a hot fuck-slut for my son’s big cock. But I am tired of waiting so long between fucks. I want you to promise me you won’t leave this house any morning for school without first filling my twat with at least one load of your wonderful sperm. OK?”
I looked her square in the eye. “I promise.” I said. “I promise I will fuck my beautiful mother every school day morning and fill her belly full of my hot seed. I will be the best motherfucking son you could ever want.”
With that we turned off the shower, dried off, and headed upstairs, where I got ready and headed off to school while Mom set about doing her housework.

That evening Dad asked me to help him in the yard. He wanted to know all about how my first day at college went. By the time we were finished it was dark. Since I had reading to do before class the next day, I excused myself and went to my room. It was late by the time I finished and the rest of the family had gone to bed. So I did, too.
The next morning Mom proved to me she meant it when she made me promise to fuck her every morning before going to school. Since I didn’t have class until after lunch, she let me sleep in. Dad and sis were off to work and school before she came to wake me up.
The first thing I was aware of was something soft and warm brushing against my face. I opened my eyes and stared at Mom’s pink nipple as it hovered over my forehead, just before it lowered to touch my face. Mom was sitting on the edge of my bed, stark naked.
With a feather-light touch she dragged her breasts down across my nose and over my mouth. Then she shifted direction and brought them gently across from cheek to cheek. On her way back across my face I opened my mouth to catch her nipple. Sucking it in, I lashed at it with my tongue.

“Mmmmmm! Nice.” Mom said, halting her movement to allow me to suck on her tit. “It’s about time you woke up, sleepy head. Time for you to make love to your horny, fuck-slut mother. I need to feel your loving touch deep inside my hot pussy this morning.”
Still sucking on her tit, I reached across her leg and delved into her hairy crotch. Her mound was wet, her lips swollen and open. In no time at all I was fucking three fingers up inside her welcoming hole, while stroking her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, yes.” Mom moaned, opening her legs wide to give me full access to her excited bush. As she ground her oily twat into my hand, she reached back to pull the covers off of my naked body. Grabbing my erect cock, she began to stroke up and down, smearing the pre-cum over the head.

Suddenly, she pulled her breast from my mouth, twisted around, throwing a leg over my head, and dove face first into my crotch. The feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing my shaft was exquisite. For the next several minutes she kissed, licked and sucked my cock like it was the most wonderful thing in her life. (And at that moment, maybe it was.)
I was left staring up between my mother’s legs at her dripping pussy. (It literally dripped a couple of drops of pussy cream onto my face.) I still marveled at how lucky I was. Here I was; my own lovely mother’s beautiful vagina hovering over my face. I would soon be exploring it’s depths, first with my tongue and then with my cock. The place of my origin was mine to love, to kiss, to fuck, whenever I wanted. Reaching up to grab her hips, I pulled her cunt down onto my face. Then I set about showing her that I felt it was the most wonderful thing in my life.

Slowly, lovingly, we built the tension that leads to orgasm. Each sensitive to the excitement of the other, we worked toward a mutual climax. As Mom poured her love juices from her quivering twat into my open mouth, I pumped my thick cream down her gulping throat.
Mom fell to the side, laying on her back. Her chest heaved with the power of her orgasm, her breasts jiggling enticingly. As I sat up beside her, she looked at me with lust-filled eyes. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me with that big, wonderful, hard cock of yours. I want you to shove your motherfucking prick up your mother’s incestuous twat and fuck me until we both cum.” Her words sent a chill down my spine.

I gazed down at her. Her hair flowed around her head like a golden brown halo. Her eyes seemed to flash with lustful desire. Her cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm. Her lips were full and kissable. As my gaze lowered, I took in her neck, smooth and long; her breasts, soft, with extended nipples which betrayed her excitement; her stomach, which seemed to flutter with each breath she took; on down to her hairy mound, shining with her oily juices; and then beyond, down her beautiful, sculpted legs. From head to toe she was gorgeous.

Just looking at her, excited me. She was my mother - my beautiful, wonderful, fuckable mother. My cock began to harden at the thought of her squirming beneath me as I pounded it into her willing body.
As I moved over Mom’s body, she lay back and lifted her legs, spreading them wide to open herself to me. Reaching down she spread her pussy lips, revealing the pink interior. I set the head of my cock at the target she was giving me and pushed. Her tight hole stretched out around it, engulfing it. In one, slow thrust, it swallowed me whole, all the way to the root.
“Ooohhh yeeessss!” Mom sighed. “I can’t believe how wonderful that feels. My own son’s cock buried deep in my hungry twat.” She looked up at me. “I don’t know what’s happened between us. I only know that ever since you came into the shower that first time I’ve needed your loving touch. I ache to feel your big, hard cock buried deep in my cunt. I can’t seem to get enough of your hot sperm shooting up into me.” She began corkscrewing her hairy mound against my groin, causing my cock to squirm around inside her wet pussy. “I know it’s incest. But I don’t care. I love it. I love you. I love my own son fucking me. Do it, Gary. Fuck me. Fuck your incest loving mother and fill my horny twat with your wonderful incestuous seed.”
I held her gaze as I began to move in and out of her. Her eyes were like dark pools of love and lust mixed together. I felt like I could almost drown in them. “Fuck, I really love this woman.” I thought; not just as my mother, but as my lover as well. I am the luckiest man in the world!
I wanted so much to go slow, to love her with every ounce of my being. I wanted to show her that I thought she was the sexiest, most wonderful woman in the world to me. I had the whole morning to savor the joining of our flesh.

I could feel her hungry pussy lips suck at my cock each time I pulled back. I marveled at the squishy, hot sensations that washed over it each time I sank back in. With each stroke Mom would push up against me with her own special corkscrewing motion that seemed to caress every inch of my manhood. Quickly we established a fuck rhythm that I wished could go on forever.
Never breaking eye contact, I leaned down and licked her nipple, causing her to arch her chest up for more. Once again I leaned down to lick the other nipple. Again she arched up at me. Back and forth I went, licking each hard nipple until they were both erect, begging for attention. Still our fucking motion continued. Then shifting down onto my elbows, I grabbed both breasts and squeezed, forcing the nipples up even harder. Lowering my face, I captured one in my mouth and sucked, hard.

“Oh, fuck, Gary! Yyyeeessss!” Mom groaned, as she squirmed beneath me. “Suck mommy’s tits. That feels ssssoooo good. You are driving me wild, you wonderful motherfucker, you. Suck my hot titties and fuck my horny cunt. Don’t ever stop. Fuck me!”
I switched to her other nipple. This time I lashed my tongue back and forth over the extended nipple. At the same time I squeezed both breasts hard, loving the way it caused Mom to cry out with lust. I could feel her mature twat sucking on my pounding cock as I pushed into her again and again. Still I held her gaze in mine.
Suddenly Mom reach around and grabbed my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, she began to pull me hard into her hairy mound. As she did she pushed up with her pelvis, fucking herself on my hard shaft. Our bellies slapped together.

Almost defiantly she urged me on. “Come on, Gary. Fuck mommy’s pussy hard. Pound your motherfucking big cock up my fuck-loving twat.” Still gazing deep into my eyes, she called out, “Feed me your hard, hot prick. Tame my slutty, son-loving pussy. What’s the matter? Is your mother’s cock-hungry hole too much for you?”
Her smut talk fueled my lust. Pushing up onto my arms again, I slammed my hot rod into her boiling cunt as hard as I could, crushing her clit against my pubic bone.
“Yyyyeeeessss!” she cried out. “Do it! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me!”
Each time I slammed down into her, she pushed up to meet me. My bed groaned under the force of our fucking. The room echoed with the sound of our superheated bodies slapping against each other.
“Shit, Mom.” I gasped out. “Your fuck-hungry pussy is eating me alive. I can’t take it much longer. I going to cum.”
“Me, too,” she moaned as our bodies slapped together again. “Just don’t stop. Mommy’s almost there. Keep on fucking that gorgeous cock up my juicy twat. Fuck me and make me cum.”
And then the dam burst. My cock recoiled like a rifle, as I shot a steady volley of sperm into my mother’s open pussy. “Cccccuuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg.” I cried as my hot white cream bathed the walls of her vagina.

The feel of my seed spraying into her, sent Mom over the edge. Her pussy walls collapsed around my throbbing shaft. “Ccccuuummmmiiiinnnnggggg.” she cried, wrapping her arms and legs around me and pulling me deep into her flesh. “I can feel it. I can feel you filling my pussy with your wonderful, incestuous seed. Ooooooohhhhhh, yyyyeeeesssss!”
We lay, locked together like that, for several minutes. Slowly my tired cock shrank and slid from my mother’s twat. As we gasped for air, a stream of cum began flowing from her well-fucked hole to soak into my bed sheets.

Mom sighed. “Wow. It just keeps getting better and better between us. I love you, Gary. I love fucking my hot, sexy son.”
“I love you, too, Mom.” I replied. “This is going to be a wonderful school year.”
This all happened over four years ago. For the last four years Mom and I have fucked our brains out together while I went to school. Even when I went away to State University we found time to be together. I have since graduated from college with a business degree. And I have a job as evening shift manager in one of those all night department/grocery stores.

When I got the job Dad decided I needed to be out on my own. So he told me to get an apartment and move out. Mom and I were pretty bummed out at first, but not now. My apartment is near my work but across town from my parents. Working the late shift means I’m home during the middle of the day. After Dad leaves for work in the morning Mom drops by to see how I’m doing. Pretty nice, huh?
Well, I think I hear the shower running. Time to wrap this up and go see what my shower-mom is up to. Wish me luck.
      

The Spa

Jessica had been told by all of her friends that she had
beautiful eyes that complemented her lustrous hair and that
it was a pity that she would sometimes choose to cover them up with
glasses.

"Wear you contacts all the time," they said, "and let the world see all of your pretty face."

She ignored the recommendation, finding her need for glasses
troublesome only after a shower, or at the pool. In bed, she
didn't need them, preferring the blind man's method of feeling
one's way through the activity. At work, she thought glasses
accorded her some professional distance from her male associates
and clients. They also communicated power and authority in some vague way. And sometimes, in a hard to understand way, they provided her with shelter from the world.

In short, it was very rare that Jessica wished that she
wore contacts instead of glasses. Only, now, at the new spa she
had just joined, it was one of those times.

Moving in her mouth watering string bikini from pool to hot
tub to pool was not a problem. She thought it just as well that she couldn't see the looks on the faces of the men who ogled her with her beautiful breasts and glistening
ass, all?but?nude in the tiny garment.

Now, however, she wanted to go to the steam room. Glasses
would be useless inside, of course, but getting to the room down
the tangle of corridors in the facility was a real battle. Now
was one of those times that she wished she had worn her contact lenses.

Stringing her way down the corridor in nothing but a towel,
she at last found the handle to the door marked "steam room".
She missed, however, the sign above, the graphic image of a man,
signifying "Men's Steam Room".

She stepped inside, her poor vision worsened by the fog?like
density of steam in the room. At first, the men in the room
didn't notice her either.

Alex, however, knew something was awry when he saw the
glistening thighs of a goddess and smelled the perfume of a woman's
body, a scent unlike any other on earth. He elbowed Dom, who elbowed Tony,
who alerted Sol. In silence, the men made a pact not to alert the world to the presence of this sensual, adventurous creature in their midst.

Sweat poured from the men as they waited for the woman to

say something. Jessica, on the other hand, did not see the five
men, stroking their cocks on the benches beside and in front of her. She felt the tension leave her muscles as the sweat cascaded down her glistening thighs and between her succulent breasts.

Gradually, it became too hot for the towel and she removed
it. Sol shot his load at that moment. Her sensual body was
revealed for all the men to see. She rubbed the sweat from between her swollen breasts with a sensual stroke of her hand, and then repeated the motion to wipe off the trickling sweat that tickled her inner thighs. Dom lost control on that one.

She spoke to the "girl" beside her, "It's certainly hot in
here."

Tony winked at Alex, and in his best falsetto, replied,
"Well, why don't you lay down on the bench and enjoy a relaxing
massage."

From the voice, Jessica envisioned the speaker to be a
heavyset masseuse. She complied, and Tony found himself standing
over her back. He began to rub her glistening skin.

"Don't you have any massage oil or cream?"

Tony smiled. The four men gathered around and stroked their
throbbing cocks over her back. Each one came in a matter of minutes, and
Tony massaged their cream into her skin.
"
That's better," she said. "What do you use? It gets kind
of hard, like a mud pack."

Tony turned up the falsetto once more.

"Well, the active ingredient is testosterone."

"You mean sperm?"

"Uh?huh."

His hands worked over her glistening ass, down to her silky
pubic hair. As he came to her thighs, he inadvertently stroked
her pussy. She responded by moaning slightly.

Tony took this as a signal to proceed. He pressed her legs
apart and gave her inner thighs a thorough going over. Then he
caressed her perfumed cunt until it glistened wet with sweat and cream. Using deft strokes, he parted the labia with two fingers and entered her with two others. Again, her sensual ass rose to meet the intrusion.

"God, steam makes me so horny. I wish you were a man."


"But I am."
Jessica started and sat upright. She pulled her towel up
over her breasts.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that you're a man."

"All of us are," responded Alex, "You're in the men's
steam bath."

"My God."

"Look, ma'am," Dom chimed in, "There's no need to be
uptight. We've all seen you nude and I think we all agree that
you are the sexiest woman we've ever seen. And we all heard you
say that you could use a man right now, and after seeing you, we
could sure use a woman. Why don't we do it now?"

"All four of you?"

"Why not? I'll bet you'll be satisfied."

Sweat ran down between Jessica's thighs, tickling her
pussy. They were right about her being horny.
"Show me what you've got."

Tony was on her in a second, or rather, she was on him. He
sat on the bench behind her and pulled her down gently onto his
organ. Dom knelt in front of her and licked her clit while
Tony thrust himself inside. Alex and Sol knelt on the bench
on either side of her and she took one cock into her mouth, then
the other. With so many cocks to satisfy, and so many men making love to her luscious body, Jessica couldn't help but come. And she did, in wave after wave.

In the course of their workout, she took the best they had in every conceivable position. At one point, Tony's member filled her mouth, while Sol and Dom both entered her pussy, and Alex brought up the rear. She was a magnificent female animal sweating and scratching her way to orgasm after orgasm, challenging the men and taking the best they had to give. They fucked her in her pussy and ass at the same time as she sucked on two throbbing
cocks. They licked at her salty sweat and tasted her thick creamy come. She was drunk with pleasure and insane with passion.

By the end of the session, she was covered in with cum and sweat as she lay at the feet of four very satisfied men. Dominick Alba, as it turned out, was an optometrist and made Jessica an appointment to fit her with contact lenses.

The one condition: she would never wear them in the steam room.

Tricked Then Treated

Will sat silently in his plush recreation room, waiting for his wife to return from the Country Club Halloween Party. His mind was still reeling from the fact that he and Jessie had actually gone through with their plan, at least as much of the plan as he had been involved in. The remainder would have been up to her and how daring she would be. His hard cock wavering between his legs was the telltale sign of how eager Will was for her to get home and tell him how the evening had played out.

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

It had all begun about a week ago. Will is the golf pro at the club, and Jessie his trophy wife, tall and blonde with an athletic body that just screamed to be noticed. She did little to tone down the responses she got, often wearing tight tennis outfits around the club that accentuated her curvy form. After taking advantage of a lovely Indian summer afternoon on the tennis court, Jessie had stopped by the Pro shop to see Will. She was surprised to find a new face working behind the counter, a youngish looking boy.

"Hi, I was looking for Will, .....do I know you?" Jessie blurted out, tact never having been one of her strongest traits. As the boy began to reply, she noticed how his eyes kept darting down to her breasts. She had worn one of her thinner bras that allowed her erect nipples to poke through her cotton top, and she was getting a kick out of his clumsily obvious reaction to her appearance.

"Ah....no...I'm Andrew and I just started working today, my brother worked here all summer, but he started his new job this week, so Mr. Braxton asked me to help out after school, until the weather turns." Andrew replied while trying not to get caught peeking at this ladies boobs. "He should be back soon, do you want me to leave him a message, or could I help you in any way?"

"Well, you can't help unless you know if Mr. Braxton picked up our costumes today," seeing Andrew's confused look, Jessie continued, "I am Mrs. Braxton, and we were supposed to see if some crazy monster suits he picked out would work for the party.'

"Oh, yeah, I saw some big hairy thing laying across the couch in his office, that must be it." Andrew replied.

"Good, I will check it out." She said, pressing herself a little more than necessary against Andrew as she squeezed behind the counter on the way to her husband's office, noticing the way he averted his eyes and nervously attempted to avoid her touch.

Jessie had been a tease for years, and was thankful Will was not only tolerant of her behavior, but actually encouraged it. As she shut the office door, Jessie noticed the broken segment of mini blind that hung over the glass window in the door. She had been on Will for weeks to get it replaced, but right now, she realized his procrastination provided a perfect opportunity to indulge some of her exhibitionist desires.

As Jessie began to slip out of her gray tennis outfit, Andrew leaned closer to the door, peering intently between the broken blinds. He thought she was just about the sexiest woman he had ever seen. As her tennis outfit hit the floor, Andrew turned to examine the shop. All the carts had been returned and it was starting to get dark. He decided to take a chance and he quickly slipped his aching boner from his trousers to alleviate the discomfort brought on by the sight of Mrs. Braxton standing there in her bra and panties. Even though Andrew had done as instructed and told anyone asking for Mr. Braxton that he would be back soon, he knew Mr. Braxton was at the bar and had told him to lock up. Feeling fairly confident he would not be interrupted, he began to quietly stroke his hard cock as Mrs. Braxton bent at the waist to pick up her discarded skirt and top.

********

Will zipped down the drive in his golf cart. He had been half way through his fourth gin when he remembered Jessie and that damn costume. He saw her cart parked out front as he wheeled his in next to hers. Just before he opened the door, Will happened to notice his new employee obviously peering through the blinds on his office door.

"Well, that little shit," Will whispered to himself, halfway chuckling at his wife's ability to find ways to display her exquisitely displayable form to other men, or boys for that matter. Rather than barge in and interrupt Andrew's opportunistic view, Will quietly slipped around to another window that would afford him a better vantage point to the unfolding scenario.

*********

Andrew was watching intently as Mrs. Braxton carefully folded her tennis outfit and placed it on her husband's desk. Then, instead of trying on the costume, she went to the mirror and began to examine her reflection, turning and posing as she seemed to assess each and every lovely curve on her body. Andrew's cock was rock hard, and he continued to steadily stroke it as he took in what he thought to be an unintended display by his boss's wife.

***********

The last thing Jessie wanted to do was cover her body with that big bulky excuse for a Halloween costume while she was presented with such a perfect opportunity to do what she loved most, 'accidentally' tempt an unsuspecting male. The fact that her audience happened to be a teenager excited her even more. She had been prancing and posing before the mirror for several minutes, and was about to unhook her bra and really give him something to remember when the phone began to ring.

**********

Will couldn't believe his eyes. From his new vantage point, he was able to clearly see Andrew as he peered through the window of his office door. The boy had actually pulled out his cock and was rapidly stroking it. What caused Will to do a double take was not the mere fact that the boy was jacking off to the sight of Jessie, hell, most any man in the same situation would be tempted to do the same, rather it was the size of the prick jutting out from Andrew's pistoning fist. Will had always prided himself on having a nice sized cock, but he would come in a distant second in both length and girth to this kid. He watched for a few seconds longer, imagining the look on Jessie's face when he told her a kid with such an impressive cock and been stroking it while spying on her. He was certain Andrew was going to blow all over the door. Just then he noticed Andrew jump at the sound of the phone ringing on the counter next to him.

Will then heard some of the other guys leaving the clubhouse bar, and decided he should take the opportunity to breakup Andrew's private peep show before someone else came by and saw what was happening.

Andrew was still speaking to one of the members when Will entered the shop. He noticed Andrew had evidently stuffed his prick back in his pants, but was still taking extra care to hide his crotch behind the counter as much as possible.

"It's Mrs. Rothstein," Andrew whispered, while covering the mouthpiece with his hand.

"I'll take care of her and I'll lock up too, you did a fine job today, now go on home and I'll see you tomorrow." Will said, barely able to stifle his laughter as the boy almost fell over himself trying to get to the front door without displaying what was certain to be a still substantial bulge in his trousers.

As Will finished confirming the tee time for Mrs. Rothstein's husband, Jessie stepped from his office, completely dressed again in her gray tennis outfit. He hung up the phone as she said, "Hi honey, what happened to your new worker, Andrew?"

"I just sent him home," He replied, "Unless he has to stop and jack off before he gets there, what were you doing in there to cause him to have to start playing with himself right here in plain view, and on his first day on the job?" Will laughed as he pulled his sexy wife close to nibble on her neck and ear.

"Why, I don't even know what you mean, I was just trying on that lil' ol monster costume." Jessie drawled out her best innocent southern belle accent, batting her long eyelashes at her husband before breaking out in laughter.

"Was he really playing with himself?" she asked, barely able to contain her excitement. "I had hoped he would look, but I never expected him to actually start jerking off like that."

"You don't even know the half of it," Will said as he pushed his wife's hand down to his now hard cock as it pressed outward against the fabric of his pants.

"Mmmmm, perhaps I can convince you to tell me." Jessie cooed as she slowly dropped to her knees and began to unzip Will's pants.

Will knew he should lock up, or at least move Jessie back into his office, but he also knew Jessie liked taking chances with public sex like this, plus she already had her lips wrapped tightly around his swollen cockhead, kissing and licking like she was desperate to taste his jizz as soon as possible.

Jessie stopped sucking long enough to say, "So, are you going to tell me the half I don't know, or do I need to stuff this back in your pants and go on home." She looked up at him as she waved his erect dick around with her well-manicured hand.

"Well....you remember last week when we rented that XXX movie, and I joked to you that you couldn't compare normal men to all the guys in the movie because they used special lighting and trick camera angles?" Will asked.

Jessie stopped sucking Will's cock and simply stroked it with her hand, occasionally rubbing his pulsing and saliva coated head against her cheek, as she looked up into his face, saying "Uh huh, I remember."

"Let's just say that if working at the pro shop doesn't pan out for your new admirer, he should have no problem making it BIG as an adult film star." Will said, feeling his wife squeeze his shaft even more firmly as he revealed his discovery to her.

Jessie began to stroke his cock faster, licking, kissing and sucking the head past her soft lips, even as she managed to say, "That makes me so hot, you know how exciting it is to know a teenage boy was playing with his huge cock only a few feet from me, probably thinking about how he'd like to pump his long, fat dick in and out of my tight pussy."

Hearing his beautiful wife talk so dirty was pushing Will to the edge, and within seconds he was spewing his hot cum past her lips and down her throat. They went home that night and had the best sex in years, the entire time talking about how Jessie had teased Andrew and how he must being home dreaming of fucking her.

**********

That had been a week ago. And every day since, Will and Jessie had had sex. Even when they didn't talk about Jessie and Andrew's big cock, Will was certain she was trying to imagine it as she squeezed her eyes shut while Will pounded into her over and over again.

But it was actually during a time when they were arguing, not making love, that the idea first came to Will.

"I still don't know why you thought getting two goofy looking monster suits was a good idea for our costumes this year. I liked the Genie and Harem Girl getup from last year just fine." Jessie said, put out with Will for this uncharacteristic desire for restrain her from taking advantage of the best exhibitionist holiday there was. Halloween was the perfect excuse to wear a sexy outfit and get away with it.

"Look Jessie, I love to show you off as much as you do, but I have to think about my job at the club. Letting your nipples poke through your tennis outfit is one thing, but I've heard form Jerry and Stan that Mrs. Rothstein and some of the other old withered up bags on the board made quite a fuss about your attire at last years party. You have to admit it was pretty daring, especially as you kept removing veils as the night went along." Will said, trying to remain calm.

"Okay, I guess I can see your point, but why those damn fur balls, I mean surely there is some room for compromise here. Really Will, those things are so big and bulky you could almost fit two people in there."

"Come on Jess, just don't make such...." And then it came to him. Will didn't know exactly how they would pull it off, but he knew they could do it some way, "Jessie, maybe we can reach a compromise after all."

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Will looked up to see Andrew coming in the shop, as planned. "Sorry to ask you in on Halloween Andrew, but we need to finish up the monthly inventory count today. Hopefully we'll finish up in time so this won't intrude on any big plans you have tonight."

"Oh, no sir, I don't have any plans anyway. But isn't tonight the club costume party?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah it is, I just hope I feel up to going, I have been staring at this damn computer screen and all these numbers for so long, I feel a real bitch of a headache coming on." Will lied, laying the groundwork for his unfolding plan.

Andrew was still diligently counting the boxes and boxes of gloves, balls and tees in the storage room when he heard the bell on the front door ring, indicating someone had just entered the shop. Soon he could hear Mr. and Mrs. Braxton talking through the thin walls of the office. "You don't look so good honey." He heard Mrs. Braxton say.

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Will was admiring his wife's shapely form, even as she stood before him in a set of baggy sweat pants and sweat shirt. "It's just this damn audit. It has my head pounding." He smiled as he spoke, grabbing his semi-hard cock with one hand and inserting his free hand past the waistband of Jessie's sweats until he could feel her lacy silk panties and the heat being generated by her expectant pussy.

"Maybe we should just skip the party." She said, squirming beneath her husband's fingers.

"No, I know you've been looking forward to this all year, let me just take some more aspirin and try and outlast this pounding between my ears." Will continued to speak loudly enough to be certain Andrew would hear them.

"Well, not to hurt your feelings or anything, but .....well, I don't think you will be much fun if your head is hurting so bad, and given our costume, I don't think I'd have much fun cooped up with you, and I can't make it work without you, so let's just call it off."

"You may be right honey, I just hate for you to miss.....hey, hold on a second, I have an idea, just wait right here." Will gave Jessie's pussy one last stroke as he kissed her deeply, whispered to her that he loved her, then stepped from his office.

"Andrew, can you come here please." Will worked hard to look as if he felt like shit as Andrew came around the corner. "Andrew, I have a favor to ask of you. My headache is worse than ever, but I don't want Jessie to miss the party. The problem is that we have one of those two part costumes that requires two people to make it work properly. Would you mind filling in for me tonight at the party?" Will asked.

"Ah, well, ....yeah, I guess, if you really need me to I will." Andrew replied, uncertain as to exactly what he was agreeing to do, but hesitant to deny his boss's request.

"Great, Jessie just got here. We were going to get dressed here then go on over to the clubhouse. Come on in and I can help you two get in the costume." Will said, watching Andrew's eyes dart quickly over his wife's modestly attired yet well-defined figure.

"Good news Jessie, Andrew here is going to fill in for me so you can still go and have a good time." Will started to introduce them, but Jessie interrupted him to say they had met a week or so ago. She thought she noticed Andrew's face flush slightly at her reference to their earlier meeting.

Jessie took charge, "That's very nice of you Andrew. Don't worry, about anything, no one will ever recognize who is in this costume, so you won't have to even speak to anyone if you don't want too, just grunt like a monster is all you need to do." She laughed to try and ease his obvious discomfort, but he still seemed wound rather tight.

"We need to get dressed if we plan to be on time." She handed Andrew some sweats, saying, "I brought these for Will, er I mean Mr. Braxton. Go change into these then come back and we'll get into the suit."

Andrew walked past the bunched up brown fur, which he assumed to be their outfit as he went back into the storage room to change. He came back a few minutes later to find Mr. Braxton laying the costume out along the couch.

"Okay Andrew, I need you over here first." Said Mr. Braxton. He had Andrew step into the feet of the monster suit.

Will was quite pleased with the job his tailor had done on the costume. He had kept his plan from Jessie until the suit had been fully altered. She had thought he was joking at first, but the more they talked about it, the more she realized he had been completely serious. And then as the date approached, they had begun to scheme and plot how they would carry out the seduction of their well-hung and unsuspecting victim.

"Now, Jessie, you come over and stand right in front of Andrew. Good, you two are about the same height." Will and Jessie both behaved in a completely innocent manner, even as Jessie pressed her bubbly firm ass into Andrew's crotch.

Will positioned their feet inside the extra wide monster feet, directing Jessie to place each foot against the inside of each of Andrew's feet. When she was in the proper position, Will produced a Velcro strip and wrapped it around their ankles, firmly securing them together. He explained to Andrew this would enable them to walk in a cohesive manner, even as he wrapped another Velcro strip around their calves and then their thighs.

Andrew could smell Mrs. Braxton's intoxicating perfume on her bare neck, only inches from his nose. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, leaving her ear free to randomly brush against his smooth cheek. And then there was her ass. It was pressed firmly against his dick. The way Mr. Braxton had fastened them together, he could not retreat from the pressure of her lovely cheeks. He pictured how she had looked in her bra and panties that day in the office, and he felt his cock begin to grow. He was petrified of how she might react.

Will helped Jessie zip up the front of the suit and slip each head up and over first Andrew, then his wife. Andrew extended his arm through the right sleeve of the costume and Jessie did the same to the left. Will stepped back, managing to conceal he already growing erections, and admired their outfit. The modifications Mr. Neilson had done were perfect. The positioning of the shoulder pads and the angle at which the heads had been attached, coupled with the bulk of the furry material, made it difficult to know whether there was one or two people inside the costume.

"Why don't you two let me help you walk to the door. It will probably take you a little while to get the hang of coordinating your movements." Will cleared a path for them as the two-headed monster lumbered through the pro shop.

Mrs. Braxton's ass pressed relentlessly against Andrew's crotch. His cock, already half hard, was poking firmly into her right bun. Andrew couldn't believe Mr. Braxton had literally strapped him to his incredibly sexy wife. He was trying to think of anything and everything but the sexy older lady and the way her body swayed rhythmically against him with every step they took. Despite his sincere intentions to dissuade his body from reacting, Andrew was very doubtful they would be able to clumsily walk to the clubhouse without him attaining a complete erection.

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That had been the last Will had seen of his wife and Andrew before he left for home more than 4 hours ago. He had given up trying to think of anything but what might have happened, or still be happening with Jessie and Andrew.

Finally, Will heard the key in the front door and then Jessie's soft footsteps coming down the stairs to join him. She entered the room, still wearing the same sweats he had last seen her in. She looked in him the eyes, and then dropped her gaze to his painfully erect cock.

"So?" He finally asked, "What happened?"

As Jessie peeled off her sweat shirt to reveal her braless breasts, she said, "Will, this has been an unbelievable night, I only hope I am able to do something so utterly and nastily sexy for you, and soon." She then removed her sweat pants, again totally nude beneath them. "Before I tell you every detail, and I will, I want to get something real quick."

Will was pleading for her not to torture him any longer by making him wait another minute, but Jessie slipped in and out of the bathroom so fast, with the bottle of baby oil in her hand, that he knew she must have place it there as part of her own plan for him.

Jessie came over and kissed Will full on the lips for several seconds, then she knelt down between his outstretched legs and poured a small drop of baby oil into the palm of her hands before beginning to lightly stroke his throbbing cock.

"Okay, are your ready to hear what happened?" She asked, even though the answer was plainly evident.

**********

"Andrew kept trying to avoid grinding his dick into my ass the entire time that we walked from the pro shop to the clubhouse. We had made it only half way there and I could feel his cock getting rock hard and pressing into my ass. I ignored it completely, just like we planned. I kept talking about the other people that would be at the party and how grateful I was he agreed to help us out, about how worried I was about you, and on and on."

"We got to the party and I headed us straight to the bar." As Jessie spoke, she leaned in closer, directing her damp breath across his oily, pulsating cock. She refrained from squeezing or stroking too firmly, wanting his excitement to build until he couldn't stand it any longer.

"I did just like you said, and got us each a drink. It was so damn hot in that suit, wearing the sweat suits you had given me, it didn't take us long to each down a beer. Even sipping them through straws didn't slow us down much. So then I told Andrew I wanted to mingle and that he should just be quiet and move with me as best he could. Will, even through each of our sweat pants I could feel his cock getting harder and harder, pressing into my ass more and more with each step we took. Finally, I moved in such a way that his dick seemed to spring upward in a fully erect position. When I then pushed back into his body, I could feel the entire length of his shaft trapped between his own body and my ass. The more we walked around the more I was able to wedge his fat pole between my cheeks."

"I can only imagine how horny the poor kid must have been." Will uttered between appreciated moans, as Jessie poured out more baby oil and began to gently massage his balls.

"Actually, he was keeping pretty cool. I half way expected him to start apologizing, and if not that, I wouldn't have really been surprised if he had started feeling me up with his free hand, but he did nothing. He didn't speak or do anything. Of course I didn't acknowledge his huge hardon either. I just kept walking around the party, growling at people like an idiot, reveling in the friction I was inflicting on his big dick."

"After getting us back to the bar and sipping down another beer each, I said something like, 'Uh, Andrew, I didn't even think about this earlier, but I have to go to the bathroom, what about you?'

"The beer had the same effect on him, and we made our way to that little bathroom by the back bar area, you know the one." Will acknowledged his wife's comment by nodding his head. He couldn't take his eyes from Jessie. She was staring at his hard cock as if in a trance. She was lovingly fondling his cock and balls as she went on with her recap of the nights' events.

"So we slip into the bathroom and lock the door. I unzipped the suit and we pulled the masks from over our heads. We were both soaking wet with perspiration. I bent down to pull the Velcro straps from our legs, and when I stepped from the suit, his cock was released from the firm grip of my ass cheeks for the first time in an hour or more. I didn't even turn to look at him. God knows I wanted to turn and see his big dick, even encased in those baggy sweats, but I didn't. I asked him to turn his back so I could use the toilet with at least some privacy. He offered to step from the bathroom, but I told him I didn't want anyone to see us without the costume on."

After I finished, we switched places. I must admit I tried to steal a glimpse as he went. I could see he was bending at a peculiar angle, obviously pressing his erect dick downward so he could pee. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything."

Jessie increased the pressure with which she was stroking Will's cock with her super slick hands, "You like this so far?" Will nodded and she continued, "I was thinking of you all night, especially when it came time to get back in the suit. I remembered how you fantasized about how it could play out, and I decided to go for it."

"Andrew started to step back inside the suit when I said, 'Andrew, I don't think I can take the heat in there much longer.' He agreed, I think he was looking for an early exit to the evening. As much as his cock was responding to me, I think he was even more nervous about offending me or making you mad. As soon as he agreed it was too hot, I said 'Maybe we should take off these sweats."

"You should have seen the look on his face. It was a mixture of panic and the look of someone who had just won the lottery. I had to work hard not to giggle, and actually, when I was able to glance discreetly at the bulge in his sweats, I lost the urge to laugh, feeling I was going to be the lucky winner tonight. He took off his shirt, and immediately move it down to cover his erection, but said he would leave the pants on. As he was explaining he would not remove the pants, I peeled off my shirt and turned to face him. My pale yellow bra was already soaked with sweat, causing it to become even more sheer than usual. I could feel my nipples jutting out fully erect. I pretended not to notice my appearance and immediately began to push down my sweat pants. As I did this I said to him that it was just too hot for them, and I didn't want his pants clinging to my legs and making me any hotter than necessary. "

"My panties were wet for more reasons than the temperature inside that costume. If I hadn't shaved my pubic hair it would have been matted down and clearly visible to him. As it was he most likely had a very nice view of my engorged lips. I could feel my panties hugging every curve and crevice. Just like you told me to, I kept on acting as normal as possible. I just looked at him and said, 'Oh come on Andrew, it's no different than if we were at the beach. My bra and panties are actually bigger than some of my bikinis.' I did a full turn as if to prove that point to him.

"He still balked at removing his pants, until I said I would turn my back to him and then step back inside the costume without turning back around. I stood with my back to him. You know how those yellow French cut panties fit me, exposing just enough cheek to offer him a sexy image if I do say so myself." Jessie paused briefly to pour even move oil on her hands, letting several drops splash down directly on Will's purplish cock head. She continued to adjust the speed and pressure with which she was jacking him off, keeping him on the brink of orgasm as long as possible.

"So I hear the rustling of his sweat pants as he steps out of them. I handed him mine so that he could stuff both sets into the empty tail of the costume so we could get to them later. I did as I promised and stepped back inside the suit without ever turning around. But this time I told Andrew I wanted to reposition our feet because my legs were sore from being in the initial position for so long. This time I put my foot on the outside of his. Obviously, this caused my legs to spread further apart. The result was that his crotch pressed even more firmly against not only my ass, but my pussy as well.

With our feet in place, I bent at the waist and began to fasten the Velcro straps once again around our ankles, calves, and thighs. As I bent to do this, my ass pressed deliciously into his loose fitting boxer shorts and his lovely cock. I straightened, leaving the silk material that had crawled between my cheeks as it was, therefore allowing even more of my bare buns to press into him. I zipped up the suit and we headed back to join the party."

"Oh my god, how did that kid keep from blowing all over your back?" Will asked, even as he himself was on the verge of exploding, until the last moment Jessie released her grip and let him slowly evade the inevitable orgasm.

"Actually, as we headed to the bar I thought of that. I certainly didn't want to let that happen and have him freak out on me, thinking he had offended me or something, so I decided to speed things up."

We were only slightly less hot without the sweats, but now instead of the clothing simply soaking up our perspiration, our bodies were becoming slick and hot. My bra and panties were soaked to the point I was basically naked already. I wasn't sure, but at times it felt like Andrew's cock was escaping from his boxers and rubbing against my ass and lower back. I wanted desperately to go completely through with the plan you and I have fantasized about all week, but I wanted to play with him just a little more first."

At the bar, I whispered that I wanted him to take over both arm duties for a moment, and to get us each a beer. With a beer in each of his hands we headed slowly across the room. I stopped him after a few steps and said, 'Andrew, I don't mean to embarrass you or anything, cause I can certainly understand how you might react as you have, but ......well, ......your penis has been pressing into me since we left the pro shop. I thought it might eventually retreat, but evidently that's not going to happen.' As I spoke, I began to wrap my arms around my back and reach for his cock. He couldn't stop me without dropping the beers. I figured he might do that, but that no one would think anything of it. I kept talking to him, 'So anyway Andrew, I am not trying to molest you or anything, it's just that I need to reposition the way you are pressing into me, I think you are giving me a bruise.' I bit my lip no to giggle at the absurdity of my last statement. If he had called me on any of what I was saying I would have stop playing games and told him what I wanted.

"And then what,....What did he do?" Will asked, more turned on that he could ever remember being.

He didn't do anything, he just apologized for his actions and agreed to do whatever to relieve the pressure against me. So I continued to reach with my hands and grasp his marvelous tool with my right hand. It felt so big between my fingers, I could only imagine how it was going to feel as it slipped into my wet pussy. I managed to free it from the opening in the front of his boxers. The whole time he was writhing around and trying to keep from groaning. I leaned forward as best I could and pressed his dick down across my sweat soaked skin until it slipped beneath my cheeks, the shaft lodging quite nicely between my legs. I quickly brought a hand around to my crotch, where I could feel his throbbing head poking out from between my legs. His cock was pressing up with such urgency that I almost felt the need to raise up on my tiptoes, had I been able to. The Velcro straps, however, were holding me firmly in place."

The pre-cum was now mixing in with the baby oil on Will cock and Jessie's glimmering hand. "I can't believe you really did that, This has to be the luckiest kid on earth. Then what?"

"Well, I can hear him breathing sporadically from the other monster head, and feel his chest heaving against my back. I knew I was going to fuck him at this point, the only variable was when. I continued to mess with him a little, saying, 'Sorry to have been so forward, but this feels much better for me, how about you?' He managed to grunt out a feeble yes. I could feel his thick cock pulsing, trying to press upward into my needy pussy, even as he remained more or less motionless.

"I tell him I am glad this new position feels better and suggest we go dance. We stopped by a table to set down the beers and kept moving to the dance floor."

"Like I said before, the positioning of our feet caused my legs to be spread out, so that even when we were walking, there was a gap between my thighs. Andrew's fat dick rubbed back and forth across my lips and clit with every step, until I was beginning to think I might actually cum before him. On the dance floor I began to grind and squirm against him, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm."

"Suddenly I felt Andrew's hands on my body. He had obviously pulled his arms in from the costume sleeves. He slid his hands up my ribs to my bra and then forcefully ripped the clasp apart and yanked the bra from my body. He was grunting and moaning, but if anyone heard us over the music, I am sure they would have assumed we were simply acting our part of a monster. After roughly grabbing my breasts, he slid down to my panties. One sharp tug and he had ripped them off my body as well. I was ready to scream at the top of my lungs for him to fuck me. Not that Andrew now needed any direction. It was as if he had snapped and was suddenly the one in charge."

"Andrew pushed me forward, and leaned his own body back just enough. As soon as his cock was pressed against my pussy, he firmly and steadily pulled my hips back to him, until I was impaled with his long thick cock. He thrust his hips, maybe two more times before he began to emit a animalistic moan as his prick began to explode deep inside me."

Will's balls were pulled tight and Jessie knew he would soon explode as well. She began to pump him harder and faster as she finished her story.

"So there we were in the middle of the dance floor, having just been fucking like the wild animal we were disguised to be. I was a little disappointed Andrew had cum so quickly, but how could I have expected anything else with the way I had teased him all night. His cock was still wedged inside me. My pussy was gripping it tightly, still basking in the moment when the music stopped. I peered out through my monster eyes, and who should be standing there but Mrs. Rothstein.

She says, "Jessie? Will? I heard you two were going to be monsters this year, might I say I feel your costume this year is much more appropriate, I think a lot of you both but I must....."

"Mrs. Rothstein kept droning on, even as Andrew's prick began to harden again inside of me. He grabbed my hips and started pumping me like he had been fucking for years. He was steady and firm, and he began to growl louder and louder as he fucked me there not two feet from that snooty bitch, Mrs. Rothstein. Almost at once I felt my own orgasm building up inside me. I started to growl too. It was either that or yell for Andrew to fuck me with his big cock. I figured growling was the best choice. As we drowned out Mrs. Rothstein, she turned in a huff and stormed off. The music started back up and Andrew fucked me for the rest of the next three songs, right there in the middle of everyone.

Just as Jessie stopped speaking, Will exclaimed, "Holy God, I ......Am......Going.......To ......Cum!!" Jessie kept pumping her slick hand up and down his cock, watching stream after stream of cum shoot out across her hand and his stomach.

Finally, as Will began to catch his breath, Jessie took him by the hand and said, "Come to bed honey, I want to sit on your cock while I tell you about the rest of the party."

The End