Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. I could feel her hard little clit as it was sliding on my leg. I could feel her pussy open up and my leg was getting soaking wet from her pussy juice.

Thalia said, "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...I'M GONNA CUM!!!"

I said, "Keep your eyes open baby...keep 'em open...you're so beautiful!"

Thalia's whole body shook violently in an explosive orgasm. She collapsed into me with a hug as she rested her head on my shoulder for a minute or two. Then, she got off of my leg to sit beside me on the sofa.

Thalia said, "Oh my God...feel my legs...they're still shaking". I said, "I know baby. I love that. It confirms you had a really good orgasm".

Since we only had a half hour before our time was up, I asked Thalia to do it again. She quickly agreed.

I don't know how many orgasms Thalia had. I stopped counting after 7. Each orgasm would get more and more intense. I actually was amazed that she could keep her eyes open and look at me during each orgasm! However, during her final orgasm her eyes actually rolled back in her head. I thought she was going to pass out on me!

After her final orgasm she collapsed in my arms. Her arms and back were slick with sweat. The smell of the combination of her female scent mixed with her perfume was wonderful!

The guy in charge of the VIP rooms told us our time was up. We went back to our table in the VIP section, ordered some drinks, continued our conversation and exchanged our phone numbers.

Needless to say, it was a wonderful evening.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have many more stories to share between me and Thalia. If you wish you can email me at: ronin1225@yahoo.com. Let me know if this story helped "get you off". :)

 

we got to talking and she asked, have u ever seen tits before."  i responded by saying, "yes" thinking that she meant, seeing tits from watchin porn.  she then asked me, "have u ever seen tits before in person."  i said, "no" because i hadn't and this was the last girl that i would lie to.  she asked, "do you want to see mine." i was dumbstruck and had no clue what to say but after 10 seconds i blurted out an eager, "yes."

she then proceeded to untie her bikini top in front of me.  this had given me an instant hardon and there was no way to conceal it.  as she approached me in the water i began to get nervous trying to get rid of my semi hard cock. she cornered me against the wall and i had no were to go. i then proceeded to run my hand through her hair and stare at her gorgeous tits right in my grasp.

i asked her, "have you ever seen a cock before" and she said, "no." then she asked, "Can i see yours."  i said, "sure why not" since she had shown me hers it was only fair. she went beneath the water and ripped of my shorts. when she came up she was extremely excited.  still partially unaware of what was happening i started to kiss her.  it was not passoinate but we eagerly let our tounges explore eachothers mouths.

after we broke our kiss i began to fondle her tits and play with her erect nipples. she was slightly moaning as i let a cool breath out on her nipples. she was what seemed like in heaven. she slowly started to stroke my cock up and down and then asked me, "can i give you a blowjob."  i said, "yeah, but not here. i want u somewhere more secluded."

she grabbed her bikini top and i grabbed my shorts and we put them back on.  while doing so i was thinking were can we go that would not be suspicious. i thought to myself about what some of the older guys that i knew said were they had their first blowjob.  "the movies".  i said, "why don't we go see a movie" and she said, "okay that sounds fun" and she gave me a wink.  we went into her house and asked her parents, "can u give us a ride to the movies." The responded by saying, "why do u guys want to go to the movies." i quickly responded, "we are meeting a couple of my friends there," and, "we need a ride." they said, "okay but u should get changed"

so i went home she went up to her room and we both got changed.  i couldn't help but think about her hot body and got a hardon again.  when we were both changed we went out to the front of her house and got into her parents car.

she was wearing a tight white t-shirt that barely covered her tits and it looked as if it was gonna rip at the seams. she was wearing a black miniskirt that went a third of the way down her thighs. i also noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, but she didn't need one because her firm tits held there place fine.

when we got to the movies we really didn't care which movie that we were gonna see and we ended up in some chickflick not a big deal. didn't really watch it at all. when we got into the theatre there was only a couple of other people there.  we went into the back corner at the top to be away from everyone.

i was so excited that i was finally gonna get my first blowjob.  she took off her shirt revealling her perfect tits. and then she started to unzip my pants. she pulled out my cock and started to massage it till it was full length 6 inches (i was 12). she then licked the head of my cock and then took the rest of it in her mouth. as she was moving her head up and down on my shaft she was massaging my balls.  i then grabbed the back of her head, like i had seen in pornos, and started to push her head further on my cock and she started to gag.

about 3 minutes into my great experience i blew my load down her throat. she pulled her head off my cock and i blew more cum onto her face and into her hair. we got dressed and kissed for the rest of the movie.

i called her parents and told them, "umm... the movie is over and we could use a ride."

as we waited outside she kissed me and told me that tommorow we would have some more fun.

I sat in the tub with my eyes closed and was immediately stricken with fear when i felt someone grab my arms and pull me from the bathtub.  I was drug to the bedroom, dripping water everywhere as i went.  The man who had me was huge.  At least 6'4" and 250lbs. He was so strong that he didnt appear to be the least bit phased by dragging me through the house. I struggled against his grip and even with me soaking wet, he held firm.  I couldnt get away.  He through me on the bed and everytime I tried to rise he would take one hand and shove me back down on the bed.  I was surprised and scared by his strength. I had taken self defense classes but there was no way i was any match for this man.  He was about to have his way with me and there was nothing I could do about it.  As that realization set in, I started to panic.  I screamed, I cried, I begged him to let me go.  i told him to take anything he wanted, just dont hurt me.  His only reply was that "I" was the only thing he wanted.  He had been watching me and knew he wanted me for his own.  Watching me? How could I have not noticed this man watching me? How did he get in the house? How could I get away? 

As all of this was going through my head, he was holding me down on the bed with one hand.  With the other hand he was unzipping his pants.  "Oh, God" I thought.  He is going to rape me.  I have to find something to say or do to get through to him.  Panic was setting in and I struggled against his hold on  me.  The more I struggled the harder he held me. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. 

As he finally freed himself, I found myself shocked by his size.  Not only was he big in height and weight, but apparently in other areas as well.  I had never seen a cock so big.  And this man intended to shove it inside me.  I found myself intrigued at what it would feel like and couldnt take my eyes off of it as he moved to mount me.  He must have sensed the change in my demeanor, cause his grip on my arms eased slightly.

He climbed on top of me and pressed the head of his massive cock against the mouth of my now wet pussy.  Wet? How could I be wet?  I was just attacked in my own home and was about to be raped and here i was turned on and wet with excitement.  What was wrong with me?

He held both of my arms above my head in one hand.  And with the other he shoved his massive dick into my pussy.  I screamed. From pain and pleasure both.  He pounded into me with force and I thought I might die from the shear pleasure of the feel of the pain.  The found myself moaning and panting.  I could feel the orgasm build within me with every thrust.  The harder he held me down and the harder and faster he pound into me the better it felt. 

Finally I could take no more and the orgasm shook my body.  He kept pounding and thrusting and i felt the next orgasm building.  I wanted to yell stop, but my body wanted more.  With one final thrust he filled my pussy with his hot cum while my body arched with the second orgasm. 

He released my arms and slowly stood up.  As he zipped his pants up, all I looked up at him and all I could say was "Thank you".  He smiled and left.

I layed on the bed for hours last night looking at the bruises on my arms.  Even today I can close my eyes and feel  him pressed on top of me, holding  me down and filling every inch of my pussy with his cock.  Just the thought makes me shiver.  I wonder if I will come home to find him here again.  I wonder if I will ever be the same.  I think that man may have given  me the best night of my life. 

 

Mary had had a strict Catholic upbringing. As a child, she had grown up in the tied cottages of Enniskillen, third daughter to her Guinness loving Father and sixth child of her god-fearing mother. They never had much of anything. The money her Da’ earned provided a meagre diet and just about kept a roof over their heads, although it leaked as did the second hand shoes, she and her siblings wore.

 

Mary somehow survived the afflictions that ravaged the population of Ireland and, apart from the inevitable tape worn and head lice, the skinny body grew into adulthood.

 

The transition from child to adolescence wasn’t without trauma. Mary had little in the way of formal education, only attending the Nuns charity classes at irregular intervals. Her knowledge of bodily functions, menstruation or anything at all to do with the mechanics of sex was sketchy, gleaned only from dirty photographs that did the rounds and innuendous conversations that alluded to the function of sex.

 

When her first period happened, she thought that her time was up, that God was punishing her for some misdemeanour. She thought she was going to die. It was a sister that noticed and tried to give her a quick biology lesson. Mary would rather have died than admit to her mother that she had a problem.

 

Approaching her seventeenth birthday, Mary visited her eldest sister in the Mercy Hospital after she had given birth to her third child. Teresa was only a year and a half older than Mary, but had developed a worldly knowledge of things carnal at an early age. She was cursed with good looks and found she liked the attention of the opposite sex. They may have been sisters, but there was a world of difference between them.

 

Mary had not inherited the striking eyes and hair, but looked dowdy, with mousy hair and a non-descript figure. It appealed to Tom, a porter at the hospital. Mary and Tom were married in a few months. All she had succeeded to do was replace her stern and often inebriated father with Tom who was also often inebriated and beat her for the smallest things.

 

The beatings were never too harsh, a few bruises perhaps and once, a broken wrist when she had fallen, trying to protect her unborn child by instinctively putting out her hand and falling on top of it from the recoil of his slap. She fervently believed that God was still punishing her and would come up with any amount of sins to justify the harsh treatment. She must have deserved it, she reasoned, otherwise, why would it happen?

 

By the time Eileen was six, Tom had gone, taken off with a woman from out of town. Last Mary heard, he was heading towards England. Stoically, she found fault with herself and raised the shutters in her mind. Her energies were spent entirely on Eileen and the child’s welfare.

 

They lived in the council flat that was a breading ground for cockroaches and every manner of ailment that a close community can engender. Mary worked part time, filling shelves at the supermarket and earned what few pence more she could, taking in laundry. Eileen was clean, her clothes were always clean and she gained an education of sorts at the local comprehensive. They were only separated once, shortly before Tom left, never to return. Mary suffered an miscarried pregnancy that resulted in the need for her ovaries to be removed. Mary blamed herself for the problem and thought that Tom had every right to leave as he did.

 

They managed to survive reasonably happily. Eileen grew into a striking young lady and then a beautiful teenager who found work and tried to ease the burden on her mother with a few pounds from her small wage.

 

But it all changed one day, it was this that the priest had listened to, hardly daring to breathe while it poured out from this woman he had known since his childhood.

 

Mary didn’t get to go on the supermarket checkouts too often because of her lack of schooling. Although the automatic reader totalled up the balance and electronically told her how much she should take and what change she should give, Mary still struggled to count the right money and often made mistakes. This day however, that was to change her life irrevocably. Mary was sat of once at the express lane for baskets only.

 

She glanced at the customer, noticing only that he was male and his shopping was for one. He was unremarkable she processed his goods through the scanner, packed then into a carrier bag as she went. Took his money and offered the change. She would have instantly gone on to the next customer, but a rich vibrato voice informed her she had made a mistake and the hand that belonged to the voice was trying to return some coins that she had given. Mary began to fluster as she always did in these circumstances and in her panic, couldn’t find the key to open the cash drawer.

 

Eventually, she fought for control of her senses and thanked him for his honesty while shutting the errant drawer. That was it really. Mary sat at the till for the rest of the day. Her unflattering light blue uniform covering her, with her hair savagely pulled back in a tight bun, unremarkable in her self and mostly unnoticeable to any observer.

 

Mary had taken to allowing herself the luxury of a coffee latte on her way home. It was perhaps, the only luxury she did have. Her usual table was empty and her conversation with the serving girl was restricted to her request for the foamy beverage. Mary revelled in her private thoughts and was oblivious of the rest of the world as it went about its business.

 

“Mind if I join you.” There was something familiar about the rich tenor of the voice, but Mary merely nodded her consent and didn’t look up.

 

“Looks like rain again.” He remarked causally, “I don’t know when summer is going to start do you?”

 

Mary looked up at the direct question and shook her head. She had never learned the niceties of conversation and preferred to stay quiet.

 

“Ah! I almost didn’t recognise you. You’re the girl at the checkout aren’t you?” His smile creased his eyes and deepened the azure quality of the blue.

 

Mary blushed furiously, remembering him now and then associating him with her error.

 

“I…I’m sorry for the mistake.” Her tremulous voice was barely audible over the hubbub of the coffee shop and nervously, she wrung her hands in her lap below the level of the table and beyond his sight. Her own eyes remained downcast and she wished that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

 

Ah! No worries.” He said easily, “We all make them don’t we?” She caught the movement of his hands as he used them to emphasise his words. She flinched, thinking he was about to strike her, he noticed the involuntary spasm. He dropped his hands so they lay flat on the table and consciously kept them there.

 

“I didn’t get you name.”

 

“Mary.”

 

“Well hello Mary, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She looked up sharply to see if he was making fun of her with condescension, but she met a pair of smiling eyes that, although creased with a smile, were not cruel in anyway. Her flush of anxiety was becoming one of something else and she started to fluster again.

 

“Where does Mary come from I wonder?” His question could have been taken in a mocking sense, but his smile told otherwise. “And I wonder what Mary is like away from the Supermarket?”

 

“I’m sure I don’t know.” She answered and then continued, “I have to go now.”

 

“Ah! Now that is a shame so it is. Wouldn’t you stay for another and keep a lone man company?” He indicated her half empty coffee cup as he asked the question.

 

Mary was mortified. Her total experience of men talking to her was her father, usually angry; her husband, also angry and usually drunk; her priest and the doctor, but him, only when she absolutely had to go. The Manager at the supermarket rarely said more than one or two words and that was it for verbal contact with the male of the species. She rushed from the table, colliding with the next in her haste to get away and leaving behind, a carrier bag with that night’s dinner and a bemused man who wondered what on earth had gotten into the woman.

 

That night, as she lay in her bed, covered from head to toe in a flannelette nightgown and blankets pulled up to her chin, Mary dreamed. She dreamed of this stranger and in a completely naïve innocence, dreamt of his holding her in his arms, warm and protective. Sex was not part of her subconscious; it was an event that had happened on a few occasions when Tom stank of Guinness or whiskey. It had resulted in her lovely daughter and the removal of her ability to have children. Sex had never been a joyous explosion of feelings and nerve jangling climaxes. Sex was a sordid and shameful subject, only to be done to create a child. That was why Tom was right to leave. She couldn’t give him children. It was all her fault.

 

“Hail Mary Mother of god…….”. Even in her sleep, Mary was completely subjugate to her religion and fervently believed herself to be the most loathsome woman ever to have disgraced his garden.

 

But, a seed of doubt had been sown. Someone had taken enough interest in her to talk.

 

They saw each other once or twice over the next few days. He bought her a coffee and she returned the compliment the very next time. Their conversation was more than a little stinted. Mary couldn’t find the ways to articulate, unused to describing herself or her life, believing them to be uninteresting. She would rather have sat there, listening to him tell her of his travels around the world as a sailor in the Merchant Navy. Whole vistas of unimaginable scenes flowed around her mind as his narrative enticed and lured her out of her mundane and urban life to the tropics and the Far East.

 

Mary found herself looking critically in her bedroom mirror and realised that she was nothing at all to look at. Her clothing, although clean, was not fashionable in any century she knew of. She threw her blouse, skirt and underwear to the floor in disgust and then, hesitantly, looked critically at her naked body for the first time in her life.

 

Looking back at her was a slightly built woman, obviously approaching her forties, but had not been ruined by constant childbirth. Her hair, always a constant source of annoyance, was still pulled back and tightly wound into her normal bun. Mary pulled the pins and allowed her hair to cascade; pleased with the way it fell to below her shoulder blades and waved in natural curves. The mousy colour had deepened into a chestnut that had a rich lustre about it. She could hardly believe that it was her hair and was amazed at its length and vibrancy of colour. The only time it was unwound was when she washed it. Then, while wet, it appeared to be black and lank.

 

She skipped her face, not wanting to be too critical in her appraisal and looked at her breasts, noticing for the first time in her life, that the left one was slightly smaller than the right, but not too noticeable. Her bra size had remained the same since her wedding, 34 B cup. It was a good size she thought.

 

Her stomach was still quite firm and flat. You had to really look hard to see any stretch marks. She noticed a dark brown mole on her left hip.

 

Mary’s pubic area had a lush growth of hair, darker than her head that formed an almost perfect triangle, with slightly curved sides. She spent little time admiring that part of her body, but travelled to her legs. They were good legs by any one’s reckoning. The skin was flawless and almost transparent in whiteness. Her musculature was clearly visible beneath the taut covering. Only a few hairs grew below her knee. Mary hated her feet. It was one of those irrational hatreds women have of their anatomy. With Mary, it was her feet.

 

All in all though, not a bad package she thought. She turned this way and that, trying to see what her behind looked like and marvelled in the swish of her hair as she turned and twisted.

 

Then Mary asked herself out loud to the reflection looking back at her. Why am I standing here admiring myself? What am I looking at? She didn’t know the answer to either question and in her naivety, she was not aware that she was in preparation for a sexual encounter and was merely checking out the validity of what she was offering.

 

She looked at her legs again, remembering the only time she had worn a short skirt. She had only got to the foot of the stairs when her father screamed at her and tore the clothes from her back, repeating over and over as he beat her. Ye harlot ye, I’ll learn yeah, ye harlot and Jezebel.  It took Mary several years more to find out what a harlot was and who Jezebel was supposed to be. That was one thing she never forgave her father for. The beatings she thought she deserved, but never to be called anything like that.

 

Mary dressed in her usual black or dark brown shapeless dress and cinched it together with a plastic belt effectively hiding any allure she might have had. But, she left her hair down.

 

A few days later, she met him again. Her confidence grew in exponential increments with every encounter. She was still to talk about herself and still did not know his name.

 

“Mary…” He had a way of saying her name that made it sound like the most beautiful word in the language. “Mary, I have sat here and told you al about me and not once have I asked you anything about you. Are you married? Where do you live? Do you have brothers, sisters anything or anything and everything?”

 

“You might have told me so much about you, but you never have told me your name.”

 

“Oh Bejayzus!” He threw his hands up and almost fell over backwards off the stools they were sitting on. Mary smiled at his actions and blushed at his profanity of the Lord’s name.

 

“So I haven’t. It’s Michael, Michael Donnelly and very pleased it is to be meeting witch yeah.” He lapsed into an Irish drogue that sounded peculiar from an Irishman and had Mary laughing fit to bust before she realised the spectacle she was making of herself and quickly brought herself under control.

 

“Ah Mary, Mary, that is a grand smile you be having there, ‘tis a shame to be hiding it.” His eyes danced in merriment and Mary felt her heart lurch.

 

Somehow, they sat there for an hour while she told him of her life to this point. He listened and made no comments while she spoke, just the occasional shake of his head, as if in disbelief. Mary talked and talked until she realised the time.

 

“Oh Mercy!” She wailed through her fingers as they covered her mouth in shock. Eileen will be after killing me or ringing the hospitals. I have to go home. She jumped up, spilling an empty coffee cup as her thigh caught the edge of the table. She grabbed her bags and was on the point of flight.

 

“I’ll drive you.” He said it simply, but in a voice that was not about to take no for an answer.

 

“I..I Couldn’t.”  She protested weakly, but it was already settled as he relieved her of her bags and guided her to the exit and his car waiting in the parking zone.

 

She directed him and observed the casual ease with which he negotiated the evening traffic. She also took the opportunity to appraise his form, features and body.

 

She guessed him to be a few years older than her. His years at sea had ingrained lines into his face, but wasn’t detrimental to the whole aspect. His black hair was swept back off his forehead was in need of cutting and flicked up at the nape of his neck.

 

His open necked sport shirt showed his torso to be quite well built, certainly not He Man, but well proportioned and powerful. His slacks gave nothing away, but were neatly pressed and clean. Mary liked his teeth. They had whiteness to them and uniformity rarely seen. She also liked his mouth; the expressive quirks and full lips did things to her imagination.

Mary noticed her curtains twitch as she and Michael ascended the stone stairs to her front door. He carried the bags and then left her with a cheery wave and a private smile that passed between them.

 

Eileen fairly gushed as her mother shut the door in an obvious reflective state of mind. Demanding to know whom the Hunk, as she put it, was and where did she know him from. Mary fended off the inquisition and prepared dinner in a distracted vortex of mangled thought.

 

She found herself preening, something she had never done before, but there she was, in front of the mirror, preening and primping her hair.

 

They continued to meet at the coffee shop. Daily, easily chatting and talking, getting to know each other until, one particular Friday. This Friday was different because Michael asked her out.

 

“Perhaps we could go to the pictures, dancing or how about a meal?” He asked; Mary accepted with out hesitation, but then the doubts crowded in.

 

What would she wear? How did you go on a date? She began to panic again and left hurriedly to the safe domain of the flat. Eileen proved to be invaluable, calming and then knowledgeable. Secretly, she was thrilled for her mother and pulled out all the stops. Although Mary couldn’t really afford it, they went clothes shopping, a first of many firsts to come. Mary ceded to Eileen’s dress sense and at the end of the wearying excursion, had to admit that her purchases looked fantastic.

 

Just before the appointed time of Michael picking her up; Mary cast an appreciative glance and twirl over her ensemble. She would never in here life, have picked out pastel colours, but had to agree that the subtle shades and fineness of the materials accentuated her figure and highlighted her hair. Another first was the introduction of makeup. Mary had never once worn anything on her face apart from a bruise. Eileen had once again, worked a magic that even Mary had to admit, was perfect.

 

Michael arrived punctually and waited in the living room while Mary touched up and preened with Eileen in attendance. Then, together they entered the living room and faced Him, One young girl presenting her prodigy for inspection, the other a middle-aged woman who was feeling very young and more nervous than she had ever been in her life. This was it, a first step on a path that she could have no idea of its destination.

 

Michael smiled that winning smile that lit his eyes as he turned from the mantelpiece.

 

“OH! I must be in the wrong house, I thought Mary lived here, but I must be wrong.” His teasing pleased Eileen and produced a playful punch from her to his arm.

 

“Mary, you look stunning.” The simplicity of his comment and the sincerity with which it was delivered went straight to her heart. If she wasn’t in love before with this man, she was now and she liked the feeling.  “Shall we go?” He offered his arm and they left to go to the movies.

 

Mary couldn’t remember the film; the actors or the plot, so wrapped in the attentions of Michael was she, that any peripheral stimulation was ignored. The film finished and they filed out into the cool night air. It must have rained, but she didn’t notice. They had a drink in a local bar and then decided to go home to Mary’s flat for a coffee.

 

They climbed the stone steps and Mary fished around in her purse for the keys. Eventually, she found them and began to unlock the door. Michael grasped her lightly, but firmly enough to turn her around to face him. Instinctively, she lifted her eyes to see what he intended and realised that he was going to kiss her.

 

It was a tender brush of lips, the first act of passion she had ever had and a moment that burned into her memory for always.

 

“I have wanted to do that for a long time Mary.” Michael breathed into her ear as he gently held her in his arms. Then he kissed her again, parting his lips, Mary responded and felt his tongue run across her teeth. Her knees very nearly gave way as her heart raced and thumped in her breast.

 

She had to break it off in case she feinted and turned to open the door.

 

“Goodnight Mary. Thank you for the evening.”  He was turning to go, but Mary almost squeaked her plea for him to come in for the promised coffee.

 

She put the kettle on the gas ring and scooted Eileen out who was lurking in the kitchen, eager to hear all that had happened on the night out. Tactfully, she withdrew to her bedroom when she learned that Michael was sitting in the front room.

 

After the coffee, they sat silently side by side on the settee, contemplating what was next. They had shared a first kiss, for Mary, her first real kiss. She didn’t know what came next because sex had only been for the procreation of children or the gratification of her husband.

 

Michael took her hand in his and twisted towards her. He could see the confusion running across her face like print on a page. She looked like a stricken mouse at the mercy of a cat.

 

“Mary, I would love to make love to you, but, knowing what has gone before, would prefer wait if that is what you want. I think you are an absolutely fantastic woman, so beautiful and I am falling in love with you and don’t want to spoil anything between us.”

 

Mary silently rose from the settee and wordlessly dragged him to the door and then up to her bedroom. It looked to be a confident action, but was far from confident. She thought she would stop breathing and couldn’t swallow her heart that felt like a lump in her throat. She couldn’t have spoken, even if she had known what to say.

 

He quietly closed the bedroom door and stood face to face beside the bed and kissed her again, gently on her lips with her face between his hands. He could feel her heart tripping against his chest and the trembling of her nerve wracked body. He took things slowly, kissing and licking her lips while he stroked the small of her back in a soothing massage. Gradually, she settled down and controlled her breathing.

 

His next move raised her heart rate again until it was almost painful. His fingers found the first button of her blouse and pried it through the buttonhole, then, the next down was undone revealing the tops of her heaving breasts.

 

He kissed her throat and neck, all the time massaging her lower back and manipulating the next button down and the next until the blouse fell open. Her new white bra was all that was between his hand and her untouched flesh. Somehow, the massage was keeping her upright; her knees had long since given up the unequal struggle of supporting her.

 

She heard rather than felt the zipper of her new skirt undo and the lined skirt fell in a halo around her ankles. Her semi-nakedness felt right, but she couldn’t help the self-conscious trepidation, would he like what he saw? She needn’t have worried, because Michael’s jaw almost dropped open before he gathered his wits enough to exclaim.

 

“Mary, you are beautiful. My god, but you are beautiful.”

 

He took his shirt off, baring his broad chest and muscular arms; they lay together on the bed.

 

After a short, but unhurried while, they lay, holding each other naked, face-to-face and side-by-side. He kissed her and Mary kissed him back. Her hands explored his skin, traversed his chest and held him close in an embrace of love. She could feel his cock, hardened, pressing against her lower abdomen and knew she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the strength of his manhood spreading her from the inside. She wanted his seed and wanted his love.

 

His gentle hands felt her breast, slowly circulating her nipple, causing it to pucker and harden under his palm. She caught her breath and cried out a little as she mini-orgasmed. His lips found her nipples and drew the hard nub into his mouth and suckled. She grasped the back of his head and forced his face down in her desperation to feel the intense pleasure his ministrations were causing.

 

His fingers played her skin, tracing curves and following the contours of her body sending shivers across her body in tidal waves of mounting pressure that needed a release. Her own questing hands, found his buttocks and grasped in a strong grip, pulling his body into hers as if they would meld into one flesh.

 

He found her mons and gently pulled her hairs in a teasing circular winding around his fingers. It was almost too much for her; she arched her back and then thrust her hips upward. His kisses followed the trail his fingers had traced until his warm breath wafted over her pubic hair in a susurration of heated breeze.

 

He kissed her mound and flicked his tongue over her rapidly hardening clit. It had never been touched before in anything like an erotic manner. The explosion in her brain was electric and a gasp tore from her throat.

 

They made love in an unhurried way. He made everything he did a special event. His first thrust into her soaked pussy was a slow delivery of his muscle in an exploratory incision to prepare her for the next slow thrust. She felt every vein of his cock as it slid into her tight pussy and the slowness was an excruciating invasion of her inner self. Mary, who had never touched herself, believing it to be a sin and dirty, suddenly found a realm of feelings in her world that she had never before explored.

 

Unashamedly, she came and gushed her lubricant over his cock and hair while he pressed forwards again, burying himself into her. Instinctively, her knees came up and then wrapped around his waist, allowing him an uninterrupted entry to her very deepest parts.

 

In minute increments, he increased his pace, withdrawing almost all of the way and then pushing his powerful muscle into her waiting cunt. Imperceptively, he managed to increase his depth until his balls met the resistance of her upturned anus. He was as deep as his cock would go and he knew his own climax was not very far away.

 

“You are so beautiful,” He breathed into her ear and then, repeated it again and again, in time with his thrusting until, he exploded inside her. His teeth clenched and his hands drawn into tight fists as the spasms rocked him and her inner muscles milked his seed from him in a primeval hunger.

 

Sweat soaked, they lay enjoined and revelled in the act of love they had just shared. Mary clasped him to her breast, feeling the tiny receding shudders of his after shocks and spasms, thinking that she had never felt anything quite as beautiful as this moment; her lover still joined and twitching inside her, his seed seeping from her and trickling over her anus and her own heart pumping into a regulated rhythm.

 

Mary’s world had just expanded and she knew that this was her embarkation on a journey to some end, far in the future.

 

“I love you.” She told him needlessly. “I want to experience it all, explore the whole thing and please you. Help me in this Michael, please?

 

In her room, Eileen had listened to the actions of their lovemaking and rejoiced in her mother’s pleasure. Her own orgasm had come long before theirs and included the application of her best friend, as she called the big black vibrator she kept hidden in a shoe box under the bed.

 

The three slept in contentment, separate in their thoughts but joined in satiation.

 

Chapter two continues Mary’s sexual awakening.

Bless me Father for I have sinned….

Exploration

The change in Mary was remarkable and eminently noticeable. From being the shy diminutive figure, frightened of her own shadow and scared stiff of conflict and confrontation, she had become a confident and assertive woman. She faced the daily challenge of her limited education and overcame her painful lack of social graces. She had a voice and an opinion and was quite prepared to use them.

 

A bi-product of her newly attained persona was interest from the opposite sex. In her job at the Supermarket, she often came into contact with members of the public and, instead of shrinking and wilting before their questioning eyes; she looked up and faced them as an equal. Men, for some reason, find an assertive woman irresistible. Mary had the looks, which helped, but now, instead of hiding in a non-descript uniform, she openly advertised her body. Not in any overt way, but just by standing up and facing people with her chest and chin up.

 

Mary had also changed her hair style, allowing her luxuriant locks to flow and frame her face instead of being savagely pulled back and wound into a tight bun.

 

What had really changed in Mary though, beyond anything else, were her sense of self and an awareness of her sexuality. She exploited the situation mercilessly and was not beyond enticement to gain an advantage. Her Manager stood little chance when she asked for a raise. Somehow, inadvertently, a button or two had popped open just before she entered his office. Although she didn’t have large breasts, the well fitted wonder bra created a cleavage that he could hardly take his eyes from. It was her tits that scored the raise, and what’s more, she knew it.

 

She later told Michael and laughed as she described Mister Bingleys eyes almost popping out of his head as she leaned forward and almost had a popping out of her own.

 

She and Michael were now a very definite couple. Three months had passed during which, he had moved in and brought all of his better quality furniture and his companion Defor. Defor, not an original thought process to come up with Defor dog, was an adolescent Labrador who liked nothing more than resting before embarking on a prolonged rest period, followed by sleep. Mary’s remark that he should have been called cushion had Michael laughing too hard, ending up in a fit of coughing.

 

In the three months, Mary had learned of just about every possible position in which to make love. Given the limitations of their middle-aged bodies, they managed a fair proportion of the Karma-Sutra and even invented their own adaptations of the graphics.

 

Their lovemaking was sometimes frantic, tearing clothing off of bodies in desperation to get naked. Sometimes it was slow and careful, with caresses and tenderness. Other times, it was a more functional method of Mary learning techniques and what it was that got her engine running. They were not quite so choosey about location either. Whenever the fancy took, then the place seemed not to matter too much. Mary’s inhibitions had all evaporated after a few days of Michael’s passion.

 

Mary considered one of their sessions a little kinky though. He had visited her at work to share lunch. They ended up in the stock room with her sitting on a produce shelf while he fucked her into the dexion racking. Afterward, she pulled her briefs back up and had his semen collecting and drying in the gusset for the rest of the day. By the time he got home from work, she was so rampant that he didn’t even get the chance to put his keys on the hook, before she had stripped him and was sucking his juices out through his cock.

 

They had settled into a comfortable, although sexually charged, partnership. Each had no doubt of the others feelings and had no qualms in telling each other, just how much they loved. The whole world could know as far as they were concerned and anyone who knew them was under no uncertainties.

 

They had been watching a mildly erotic television play. The plot was about an older professor who was wrecking his marriage and career over a liaison with a student. Some of the scenes were quite graphic and included a scene of two men and the young student.  It sparked an interest in Mary, but she didn’t say anything until much later, just as Michael was shuddering his orgasm between her legs.

 

“I want to watch a porn film.” She announced. “I want to watch a porn film with sex, in all its forms. I want to experience the pleasure I know you get, from seeing films of sex.” She left the statement hanging in the heated air between them while Michael heaved his body off of her and lay panting from the recent exertion.

 

The air cooled as he laid next to her, thinking about what she had said. For once, he felt an uncertainty and wondered what kind of sleeping leviathan he had awoken. It was an exciting development, but he felt uncertain of her motives. It was a typical male ego trip, thinking pornography to be a singularly male trait. Mary telling him that she wanted to watch actors’ screw each other undermined his masculinity and also made him question whether he was enough for her.

 

Mary felt his trepidation, but allowed him to stew on it for a while as she enjoyed the feeling of his seed as it seeped from her body and pooled between her cheeks.

 

Their sex had been a revelation to Mary. For the first time in her life, she had discovered that it was a pleasurable experience and a wonderful way of expressing love. She gave her heart every time and was rewarded with his gratitude, consideration and love. Mary had found an outlet for pent up frustration, although she had no idea what it was she had missed until Michael turned up. Now, she positively anticipated his homecoming or the next chance they had to couple and mate.

 

There had to be more though. They had tried so many positions with varying amounts of success, but Michael was always the instigator of what they did and how. She loved the feeling of his tongue as it lapped her moistened sex and his sucking her clit into his mouth, drove her mad. But, it was always Michael giving her pleasure and her taking it. In a small way, it was a subjugation caused by her inexperience and naivety. She had had his cock in her mouth, but it was at his guidance and only as a prelude to sex. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cock explode in her mouth. Mary knew that it was only his way of loving her and being gentle with her blossoming sexual repertoire.

 

One way to learn was to observe the professionals and the antics they got up to. Mary knew of pornography, although she had never seen any, but she knew of its existence and decided that it would be her passport to a sexual freedom and emancipation.

 

“Michael.” She began softly. “I love you with all my heart. Surely you must know this? But, I want to be able to do more and in learning, broaden our horizons. Porn films are merely a method of learning through visual stimulation. You have nothing to fear my love I will never do anything to spoil what we have.” She turned into his arms, and soon was sleeping the sleep of the satiated.

 

Several borrowed and rented films later, Mary had watched as many suck and fuck films, as she wanted. On many occasions, they experimented and learned even more about each other’s bodies. She found that she liked the taste of Michael in her mouth, but really got turned on when she sucked him until he was just about to cum, then take him from her mouth and rub him while she knelt facing him and frigged herself, until his seed spurted onto her waiting and willing tongue from as far away as possible without losing it. His reaction as she made a show of swallowing his fluids tipped her over the edge.

 

She also found that anal sex in limited amounts got her so hot that when he did eventually enter her vagina, her orgasm would flow over her in crashing waves and leave her almost bereft of will.

 

They had gone out and chosen a vibrator. A flesh coloured twisting cock that often joined Michael in her body. She especially liked it if he fucked her with it while she sucked his penis, imagining that she had two lovers. Once, they had tried it as a sandwich, the vibrator in her cunt while he fucked her arse. It was okay, but the pressure on the dividing membrane soon made it uncomfortable. She also used it on occasion when he was out at work while she was watching sex films on video.

 

The films fuelled her imagination. Instead of feeling revulsion as a woman sucked another in a lesbian clinch, she wondered what it would be like and felt what was becoming a familiar heat in her belly. She also wondered what it would be like to have two men at the same time one fucking her cunt while the other fucked her face. The idea of being tied and mock forced also intrigued her. Mary almost ached to have these experiences, but couldn’t be sure that Michael would allow it. Somehow, she was going to have to engineer an opportunity to broach the subject.

 

It came one day, from an unexpected angle. They had gone away for the weekend to visit his parents, leaving the flat to Eileen and her boyfriend. The weather was foul as they drove around the motorway and then the car sputtered to a halt with steam pouring out from under the bonnet. The rescue services towed them back to Enniskillen and pronounced the car ready for the scrap heap. Michael was heart broken; he had had the car since college days, but admitted that it probably was beyond its useful life.

 

Silently, they entered the flat and went to the kitchen to make tea. Mary heard Eileen sobbing in the front room her motherly concern was immediately aroused. She left Michael to the kettle and went to find out what was wrong.

 

Eileen was sitting on one of the settees, a pile of tissues around her drawn up legs. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with the boyfriend and he had gone.

 

Mary comforted Eileen, taking her into her arms and rocking the grief stricken girl. She glanced at the silent television and was mildly surprised to see that a porn film was playing on the VCR. She took no notice for a moment and comforted Eileen who was beginning to settle down.

 

Michael brought in three mugs of tea on a tray and set it down on the coffee table. Then he gasped as he spotted the scenes on the video. Mary, who looked to see what he was looking at, noticed his sharp intake of breath. In full view was Eileen with her boyfriend buried into her shaven cunt. It was obvious from the scenes that it had been shot in the room they now occupied. Then the digital Eileen sucked the quite large cock and deep throated him to orgasm.

 

Neither Michael nor Mary said anything or moved. They were stunned into watching the scene as it unfolded before them until Eileen realised their stillness and silence. Then she realised what had so transfixed them and rushed up to switch it off. They had seen enough to have nothing left to imagination.

 

“Um, where did you get the camera?” It was Mary that broke the spell. “Was that Martin on the film?” Keep it natural and calm, she thought to herself. Eileen was going to be embarrassed enough and it didn’t need any histrionics from her to make it worse.

 

Eileen told them how she had borrowed the camera from College. She and Martin had been dating for a few years and had been sexually active since her fifteenth year. At eighteen, she thought they would marry, but tonight’s revelation had destroyed that in a sword like cut. Martin had been selling copies of the film to his mates and had found someone else who was less of a slut to go out with.

 

“Mum, I ain’t a slut; Martin is the only man I have ever had sex with or even wanted, but he has killed that in one swipe. Making this film was his idea, had I known he was going to let his mates see it, I would never have agreed.”

 

She wailed again and collapsed into her mother’s arms while she sobbed.

 

When she had settled sometime later, they talked about her life and how she figured in their life.

 

“We love you baby and you belong here with us. Screw Martin.” The conversation drifted on until Mary said, in innocence.

 

“I wish we had done that with a camera. You looked so hot Baby and seeing you swallow him so deeply, just about tipped me over.”

 

“Really? You liked watching me on film?”

 

“You bet.” Mary felt the familiar heat in her loins and tried to control it.

 

Michael sat silently with his head twisting from side to side as the conversation passed from Mother to daughter. He looked like he was watching tennis and following the ball.

 

“Well, let’s all watch it then. Fuck it, everyone else has seen it, so why not us.” Eileen savagely hit the rewind button and then play.

 

The scenes on the screen showed that Eileen was something of a sexual athlete, getting into almost contortionist bends as Martins cock pounded into her shaved cunt.

 

“You keep it shaved?” Mary asked quietly

 

“Mmm yes, see?”

 

Mary looked at where her daughter had pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked mound. Without a second thought, Mary jumped up from beside her daughter on the settee and knelt on the floor between her slightly parted knees. Placing a hand on either leg, she pried open Eileen’s legs and clamped her mouth over the hairless clit, sucking it into her mouth as Michael did to her.

 

“Oh God.” Eileen gasped and shifted her self forward to allow a better access to her cunt. Mary’s tongue went to work, just as she had seen on the many films she had watched and how she like Michael to do to her. She pried open her daughters lips with two fingers and then pushed them inside, feeling the silken folds envelope her wriggling fingers in a hungry embrace.

 

It didn’t take long before she shot her amber cum straight into Mary’s mouth and then the aftershocks caused her to twitch in lessening spasms. She looked up and saw her Mothers lover, spell bound and transfixed by the scene. Eileen smiled at him as if it were her permission; he started to undress until he was naked with a raging hard on.

 

Mary shucked of her clothes and helped Eileen divest herself of her skirt, blouse and panties. The coffee table was shoved across the room to create space. Then, Mary lay on her back with her knees drawn up and parted. Her heart thumped as adrenalin coursed through her veins. At last, she would experience one of her fantasies, it mattered not one whit, that the other woman was her daughter. In fact, it was better to keep it in the family.

 

Michael knelt beside her and lifted her head, tilting it to one side so that she could get his raging cock in her mouth while Eileen nipped and suckled Mary’s Nipples.

 

A finger slapped wetly against Mary’s clit. Not painfully, but with enough force to make her jump from the sudden violation. In her involuntary jump, her mouth opened and Michael’s cock entered her throat, deeper than he had ever gone before. Then, a full slap hit her in the same place and sounded loudly in a wet resounding splat.

 

“I really like that. Do you?” Eileen was merciless in her slapping, each strike of her hand sending shock waves up to Mary’s neural receptors. Each strike forced Michael deeper into her, making breathing difficult until she regulated the filing of her throat and the desire to breath with the slap of Eileen’s hand. Her cunt was on fire, tingling and burning with desire and anticipation of the next blow.

 

Eileen shifted and planted a kiss on Mary’s fur covered mound. The touch of lips to her blood engorged and supersensitive lips was electric. She arched her back and then, in a reversal of movement, forced her hips upward to meet Eileen’s mouth.

 

Lips found Mary’s raging clit and sucked it into her mouth, flicking an expert tongue over the hardened nub of desire. A massive orgasm crashed through Mary, only to be quickly quelled with several fingers pushed forcefully into her vagina.  The fingers worked her, quickly finding her g spot and causing her to gasp around the base of Michael’s cock. She couldn’t keep him as deep and pulled her head back. He sensed her need for relief and gently laid her head to the carpeted floor.

 

Kneeling between her opened thighs, he pressed his cock head against her anal entrance while Eileen kissed her mothers mouth, forcing her tongue between the opened lips. He pressed forward and passed her sphincter and began to fuck her arse in a rocking motion. Eileen smacked her mother’s clit once more, which forced her hips up and Michael to delve deep into her tight passage. Their combined attentions had her cumming in waves of passion that seemed endless. She could take no more and began to collapse.

 

Michael withdrew from her and would have been content to wank his orgasm and spill his seed over her tits, but Eileen had other ideas. Her engaging mouth closed around his soiled head and then, dived onto his cock, burying him to the hilt in her warm mouth. He could not control his reaction and shot his load to the back of Eileen’s throat. She swallowed and smiled at him.

 

They slept together, wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs, replete in their excesses and united in shared love.

 

It was the first night of several over the next few months. They videoed one or two of their exploits for viewing when just relaxing.

 

Chapter Three will complete Mary’s emancipation.

Bless me Father for I have sinned….

Fulfilment. The end of a journey.

 

In the months since Michael had moved in, Defor had grown from an adolescent puppy into a fully-grown tub of lard. His liking for doing nothing at all and then sleeping like he had run a marathon after, was taking a toll on his weight. Labrador’s are not noted for there boundless energy, being more like a mobile fur rug most of the time, but Defor was a prize couch potato.

 

The weight gain was beginning to cause some concern. Breathing for the dog had become laboured where fat restricted the ability to expand his chest properly and so, put pressure on his lungs.

 

The Vet was adamant that Defor had to go on a diet, but not only that, an exercise regime to get some of the excess fat off of his frame and perhaps, prolong his life.

 

It fell to Mary to take the pooch out in the evenings. His food changed from the usual tinned processed fatty mush, to dry protein and fibre mix, tripe and cereal foodstuffs. At first, he turned his nose away and refused to eat the stuff, but when hunger eventually over rode his distaste, he managed to woof it down and even tried to boost some more. Mary’s resolve didn’t waver one bit. She measured out the correct amount and not an ounce more.

 

At first, their walks just took in the local park, just a gentle stroll around the grassed area. It took less than twenty minutes, but as his weight dropped, so his energy levels increased and they went further, wondering over into the wooded section at the back of the park.

 

Defor must have privately liked his owners girlfriend, even though she was half starving him and dragging him around this insane track. He must have liked her because he nearly chewed a would be attacker to death one day.

 

The scruffily dressed guy jumped out of the bushes and grabbed Mary. She screamed and started to struggle and flail at him. Defor, who was quite some distance off, heard the commotion and came running to investigate. The scene that he saw as he rounded a tree was of his mistress struggling with a stranger who was trying his best to rip her fur off. She was alpha female as far as he was concerned and, in a primeval regression towards instinct and the pack creed, he attacked the stranger.

 

Clothing and the guy’s blood flew before he ran away screaming blue murder. He would be nursing several deep cuts to his arms and legs. At least one was serious enough to need medical attention.

 

Mary hugged Defor in relief and thankfulness for his timely intervention. She sat on the damp grass, holding the dog, crying while her adrenalin leached away and the shivers stopped. In those moments together, alone in the park, Defor and Mary formed a bond that, up to now had only been a casual acceptance of each other.

 

Gradually, Mary calmed down and gathered her wits together, giving Defor a final hug, before returning to their home. Mary told Michael what had happened and how Defor had come to her rescue. The police found nothing and it lapsed into history, but the bond between Mary and the dog deepened until one crucial day. Mary was recovering from a bout of flu, which had kept her at home for a week; she had overcome the worst effects a few days earlier.

 

Feeling much better and very horny, Mary was reviewing some of the old videos they had made of sessions with Michael, Eileen and herself. She hadn’t looked at them for some time and was really getting into the scenes running before her on the screen.

 

Almost absent mindedly, she had pulled her panties to one side and had a finger rubbing her clit. She was hot and extremely wet, but an orgasm was some way off. Her mind was completely intent on the erotic scenes. She didn’t notice that Defor had come into the room and was watching her with his head cocked to one side.

 

The video came to an end with a scene, where Michael pulled out of her pussy having shot a load inside her. It was a close up of his semen, leaking out between her swollen lips, to run over her hooded clit and drip, drop by drop into Eileen’s mouth and then into her throat. Mary believed it to be one of the hottest closing scenes they had ever made. It was enough to tip her over the edge and, in a determined effort, she manipulated her clit with one hand, tweaking the throbbing bud, while pushing three fingers of her other hand into her soaked pussy. Her orgasm was building fast and breath became a ragged gasp in an effort to increase the oxygen in her blood stream. Suddenly, a cold nose had joined her fingers and then, a hot tongue lashed across her lips and clit in a long single swipe.

 

Shock registered in Mary’s already enhanced and heightened senses. Her immediate reaction was to clamp her legs shut and jump backwards into the settee. Defor remained exactly where he stood, wagging his tail and licking his muzzle. His dark eyebrows where raised in a comically quizzical expression as if he was thinking, damn! That tasted good, what was it?

 

His expression had Mary laughing when she realised what had joined her fingers. She grasped his ears in a playful wrestle and told him he was a naughty dog. Defor’s eyebrows only raised slightly more, further exasperating Mary. In fits of giggles, she collapsed in a heap on the floor while Defor stood over her perplexed by her actions.

 

He did what any subservient dog would do and licked Mary’s cheek. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him in a tight embrace. He licked her again and then licked her open mouth, his tongue passing between her lips and teeth in an act of complete trust and devotion.

 

Mary however, was instantly galvanised into a bout of elevated sexual tension and eroticism. She imagined what it would look like, her on her back with her clothing in disarray and a dogs tongue stuck down her throat. She gently sucked his broad tongue and returned the gesture, running her tongue over his canine teeth and flicking the side of his tongue. His breath smelled sweet and was hot. Breathless, she had to stop, needing cool air for a moment to revive a little and pulled away from his mouth.

 

“Did you like the taste of Mary, Defor?” His ears perked up at the sound of his name and he wagged his tail a little.

 

“Want to have another go?” Mary had overcome the initial shock and in the millisecond it takes to recognise and assess a situation, Mary had decided that she enjoyed the memory of Defor’s tongue on her exposed cunt and very much wanted it there again for an extended period.

 

She raised her hips and pulled her skirt up over her stomach, revealing her panty covered, but otherwise shaved mons. Her fingers pulled the wet, delicate fabric to one side so that the thin gusset rested in the fold of her inner thigh and pussy lip. She patted her soaking lips, encouraging the dog to approach and use his tongue again. Defor didn’t respond at first, just stood over her, wagging his tail. Then, as if teasing her, he lowered his nose slowly and sniffed her excretions before flicking out his tongue in an experimental taste.

 

Mary’s legs flew apart as if thrown by an unseen assailant. Her lips parted, exposing her sex to the dogs questing tongue. Defor stepped over her out stretched leg so that he was between her raised knees. The change of position allowed him access to her sweet smelling inner self and the centre of her pheromone producing attraction. He crouched a little and rewarded her with a long, languid rasp of his tongue that started at her anus and finished past her exposed clit.

 

The effect was surprising to both of them. To Mary, it was like a bolt of electricity, which caused her to scream suddenly. Defor jumped back in a fluid motion, skittish from her outburst and frightened he was about to be hit.

 

“Again my lover.” She demanded. Mary patted her sex again and resolved to control her reactions. It took a few minutes before the dog plucked up the courage to return to her. His olfactory senses picking up her pheromone charged scent and overcoming his reluctance. He licked her again, this time Mary managed to only gasp as his magic worked almost instantaneously.

 

Defor settled into a comfortable crouch and applied his tongue and nose, enjoying the heat and taste of his mistress. Mary was by now, thrashing her head from side to side with her hands drawn into fists that pounded the floor while orgasm, after mounting orgasm, rippled through her nervous system and adding to her impending, crashing ejaculation.

 

Her cum hit Defor squarely in his nose, making him sneeze. It gave Mary a brief respite and time to collect her scrambled wits. She sat, leaning back on straight arms, her palms flat on the carpeted floor. The woman and the dog regarded each other in a long stare, neither able to read the others thoughts, but both sharing an excitement, neither had experienced before. It was a moment in which so much is promised; information passes between the partners and a moment when, an unspoken understanding is forged. It was a frozen tableau in time, of complete unification and realisation of each other’s intent.

 

“Oh Defor, that was fantastic.” Mary’s words were unintelligible to the dog, but he picked up the cadence of her voice and knew he had pleased her. Being a dog, he thought to please her some more, but Mary pushed him away, waiting to get her self under control and her heart to return to a more normal level. She petted him and stroked the shivering dog.

 

“What’s the matter?” She asked him, noticing his state of excitement. She ran her hands over his shoulders in a soothing massage without much effect. Then the notion to give him some of what he had her struck Mary. Carefully, so that she didn’t spook him, her hands travelled towards his cock in circular rubbing motions. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and even accepted her light grasp of his sheathed penis when she eventually reached it.

 

Mary gently stroked his cock through the sheath and was rewarded with the sight of his tip poking out, soon to be followed by the whole purple veined organ. His size came as a bit of a surprise to Mary. She had never really looked at him before. Something like eight inches was now protruding from the furry sheath, much thicker than Michael and finishing in a chisel shaped point.

 

Mary spat saliva onto her fingers and slowly stroked his throbbing tool. In a short space of time, Defor was bucking his hips as if fucking a bitch. Precum seeped from the sharp tip and lubricated Mary’s fingers, helping him to slide easily through her encircling fingers.

 

The urge to taste him crashed into her mind in an explosion of possibilities and ideas. With little forethought, She sucked his tip between her lips and then as much of him as she could into her mouth. Defor thrust suddenly from the warmth of her mouth and nearly choked her as the pointed end forced its way into her throat. She controlled his wild stabs by grasping him in her hand and preventing him from going too deep.

 

His higher temperature felt like it was burning her tongue and then a stream of precum almost scalded her tender taste buds. This was going to take some practice she reasoned and took him out of her mouth.

 

Her mind worked frantically, visualising possibilities and scenarios. They all led to one final conclusion and Mary thought to herself, Why not?

 

She turned over and crouched with her elbows on the floor while kneeling in the classic doggie position. It seemed that Defor didn’t know quite what to do with this new situation until she patted her cheeks and called to him, encouraging him to mount her.

 

He eventually got the gist of her motions and jumped on her back. His raging cock quested for an opening and his thrust made him miss her cunt by some margin, passing between the cleft of her arse. It took Mary a few attempts to grasp him and then guide his cock to its intended target.

 

There was nothing gentle about his entry into her body. His forepaws grasped her waist and he buried his cock into her in a single thrust, banging against her cervix and forcing the neck of her womb open. Her juices helped his forced entry, but could hardly prepare her for the depth of his thrust. She gasped and almost fell forward from the force and sudden pain. They had passed the point of no return though and Defor began the mating dance with his bitch.

 

He fucked her in a rapid blur of movement, each pelvic thrust merging with the next in a continuous assault of her body and in an effort to impregnate her. His cock expanded inside her, making contact and friction with the walls of her cunt until she felt a new sensation in the amalgam of sensory overload. His knot had grown and was banging against her lips, forcing its way into her body. Defor gave a huge shove while grasping her even tighter in his embrace.

 

Their combined lubricants eased his passage into her and his already engorged knot found its target, passing her outer muscles and becoming embedded inside.  Defor’s stroke became less frantic and shorter in length while his knot grew and expanded, locking them together.

 

Mary was now past the point of caring, her shattering orgasms had wracked her body into accepting him with ease. She had cum, splashing her amber nectar on the floor and over the dog’s genitals, soaking both. She was ready to be mated and was getting desperate to feel him spray her with his seed.

 

Defor’s feet left the floor as they finalised the act of locking and tying with her. They scrabbled for purchase until, in a white-hot stream of dog cum; he shot his load deep inside her, filling her womb with puppy making seed.

 

She felt every blast as it hit the walls of her insides. At last, she had what her body craved and the realisation blew her away.

 

They were still locked arse to arse and tied when Michael came home from work. Mary was kneeling on the floor, her head hanging, hair limp and dank from sweat, covering her face and a look of triumph in her eyes.

 

“Fucking hell Mary, that looks so fucking sexy.” Was all that Michael said. He sat and watched as the dogs cum, leaked from her around his knot. Eventually, they separated and Mary collapsed into a boneless heap.

 

She took a day or two to get over the soreness, but when she did, Michael fucked her all over the flat until she cried for clemency. Punished enough, he suggested that she do it again with Defor, but this time with him watching through a viewfinder on the camcorder.

 

It was a few days later, after her second session with Defor that Mary entered the confessional.

 

“Bless me Father for I have sinned.” She said aloud and told the priest of her adventure and emancipation, thinking as she told her tale, and I fucking loved every minute and cannot wait to see what happens next.

 

She left the dusty confessional booth, not waiting to her what penitence should be. She left the dark, former seat of her previous controlling influence to the Priest and to the echoes of her story, triumphant in her extraordinary transition to the woman she had become.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Saturday Anne had to go into the office to finish some work, so wasn't dressed in her usual business suit. She just had on and Angora top and a shorter skirt than normal, arriving in the office she thought she was alone when her office door opened. Looking round she saw Barry, he had brought a file with him, he said he didn't know she would be in and just meant to leave it on her desk. Instead of leaving again he just stood there looking at her, then he told her how beautifull she looked. Anne thanked him for the compliment expecting him to then leave she turned to open a filing cabinet. Instead of leaving Barry came behind her and wrapped his arms round her and kissed her on the neck and told her how much he wanted her.

Thankfully no one else was in the office to interupt the  moment and for Barry it was luck Anne was not adverse to him touching her. Anne continued to stand in his arms she could feel his body pushing against her, especially the very large erection. She allowed him to slide his hands on to her breasts and heard the intake of breath when he found she was not wearing a bra. She allowed him to hold and fondle her breasts before turning to face him and kissing him on the lips. Dropping her hands she stroked his cock that was straining at the fabric of his trousers her touch seeming to make it even larger.

Anne told me he had a really big cock, nice and long and thick, just the type she liked. She had undone his trousers and eased his cock out of his restraining underpants. Barry had opened her top and was now freely playing with her breasts tweaking her now engorged nipples, something that really turns her on. Though she knew no one else was supposed to be in the office Anne moved away for a moment to lock her door as there was no point tempting fate. She then undid her skirt and stepped out of it not wanting it creased. She returned to Barry just wearing her open top and very brief panties. Barry had not wasted anytime either he was completely naked his cock standing proud. Knowing what men like Anne knelt in front of him taking the head of his cock in her mouth she proceeded to gently lick and suck on it while gently stroking his shaft and balls. It certainley was a whopper shaved and cut something she was going to really enjoy. But she didn't want to spoil a good thing and have him cum just yet, so she stood up and again kissed him her tongue slipping inside his mouth she ground her crotch into his cock.

I did like the way Anne told me all the details that night when she got home. Barry slid his hands behind her pulling her closer the lifted her onto her desk, pushing a number of files onto the floor behind her. Pushing her back a little he proceeded to suck on her nipples and using his fingers started to work on her clitoris between sliding two fingers into her now soaking cunt.  Anne orgasmed within minutes stifeling her moans as much as possible just in case. Anne was reaching for his cock her fingers just able to grasp the head in the position she was in, its bulbous head just giving her purchase, she pulled him a little closer. "Put it in me, I want you to fuck me", these words coming from what was usually such a demure mouth seemed to turn Barry on more. Moments later his cock was entering Anne's cunt, no slow penetration just a single driving stroke to the hilt. Anne gasped as she was stretched just able to stop a scream of ecstacy, his cock was a lot bigger than she usually took. From the energy Barry was using it must have been a while since he had fucked his wife or anybody else for that matter. Anne told him to slow down and take it easy she wasn't going anywhere for a while. Barry then slowed up sliding his cock out until the head was just in before sliding it deep up to the hilt altering his position slightly before each stroke so that his cock rubbed a different spot on each stroke. Now Anne was really enjoying herself Barry wasn't forgetting her tits either fondeling tweaking occasionally sucking, with his huge cock inside as wel she was coming up to a huge orgasm. Barry seemed to sense it and once again started to speed up. Anne was almost over the edge Barrys cock making a slapping sound as his balls came in contact with her at the completion of each stroke. Finally she orgasmed pulling Barry over the edge with her she could feel his cock pulsing as he pumped his cum deep inside her cunt, from the feel of it a bucket load. After a few moments Barry withdrew his cock allowing quite a large amount of cum to spill out onto Anne's desk. Anne had to pass him a number of tissues to clean up the desk before she could slide of without having his cum spread all over her backside and back. For a while she stood getting her breath back, then had to grab another load of tissued to wipe up the stream of cum that excited her cunt with the help of gravity ready to run down her legs. She then got a couple more to wipe off Barry's cock, however this had the effect of starting him getting another hard on. She told him to behave as she had work to do and told him to get dressed, making sure that they were both presentable Anne unlocked her office door before ushering Barry out. About five minutes later after she had tidied up her desk and once again picked up where she left off there was a knock on her door, expecting it to be Barry again she was about to tell him to come back later when the CEO of the company walked in. Anne told me later she was panic stricken he would smell the odour of sex on her, she was even more terrified of what might have happened had he arrived fiftteen minutes earlier. After that Barry and her were a bit more discreet on their meetings.

I still remember the day I first saw R.J. The first time I saw those deep brown eyes, hiding behind his glasses, that muscular frame, his way of holding pages in his graceful hands; That was the day my prayers were answered. I went weak in the knees every time he looked at me. His presence seemed to compensate for making 90% of the men jerks. For the first few days I couldn't even pay attention to what he was saying. All I could see was his masculine jaw-line and his cute butt whenever he turned around. It seemed as if he had come from a totally different planet, so different and unique he was.

I thought that he would never pay any attention to me but I was mistaken. Whenever I wore one of my mini skirts, I found that he paid more attention to me. Soon I began to wear skirts all the time. I began to sit on the first seat, from where he could constantly pass his gaze on my beautiful legs. I would purposely cross and uncross my legs whenever he was looking at them. Lots of people say that my legs are my best feature and my efforts started paying off.

In the begging, he would just take quick glances. Soon he began to stand just in front of my desk, and look at my legs for seconds at a time, after making sure that no one was looking. After that he began to quickly finish teaching, then he would give us some assignment. Then he would go and sit on his desk and while we were writing, he would stare at my legs.

This guy sure had the hots for me. I would get so damp and horny every time he stared at my legs. Once I got free, I would have to finger my clit to relieve myself. Ofcourse, I did not let him know that I knew that he was secretly lusting after my legs. Now that I knew that he would like to screw me, I was just waiting for the right time to seduce him to the final level. I soon got the chance. Our class would be going to an industrial visit in Goa, and he would be the only faculty member. I decided that I would come back only after having had slept with him.

The visit to the factory itself went off without any interesting thing taking place. It was as if he was purposely ignoring me. I was almost depressed thinking that nothing would happen; but I did not lose hope. We had that evening as well as the next morning free, with no work lined up. I think it was planned so as to give us people a short trip to Goa along with some work. So the students decided to go clubbing that night. We managed to persuade R.J. to come with us. He was more then happy to come. Which guy wouldn't like to watch drunk, half naked chicks dance to some suggestive gyrating music, especially if he was not expected to pay for it.

I knew that I would have to make my magic work in that evening itself. As soon as we reached the hotel in the late afternoon, I went straight to my room. I had a nice warm shower. I shampooed my hair as well. As the warm water caressed my body, all I could think was of his warm body hugging mine. All I could picture was fucking him. I finally came out only in my panties and my bathrobe. I was really feeling very horny. I walked out into the bedroom and sat down on the couch. I walked over to take some tea to calm my mind and to take the horny thoughts out of my mind. Unfortunately it didn't work at all. I was horny with anticipation. To distract myself I walked into my bedroom and looked around for something to do. I made my bed then I tried to organise my bag. I even tried to choose a good dress for tonight. Still I had those wonderful, but horny thoughts. I put my hand down onto my crouch area to feel that my panties were soaked though by now. I was amazed at this, so I took them off and began to walk towards the bathroom to put them with the dirty laundry when I looked at the couch. "Whom am I kidding? I have to do it." I said to myself. 

So I walked over to the couch and open my robe. Revealing my smooth breasts and extremely wet bald pussy. (I keep it that way ever since I heard that boys love bald pussies.) I slowly dragged my middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck down in-between my breasts down my firm stomach and towards my crouch. I was breathing deeply now and so looking forward to what was about to happen. Then I stoked down my pussy and then back up it again. I was extremely wet by this time. Then I used my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my pussy and then towards my clit. I then rubbed that with my middle finger and with that threw my head back in ecstasy. 

My breathing was so heavy now and I was moaning and groaning every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my cunt and then entered my middle finger into my pussy. Then I added a second, then a third. I had my legs spread really wide and at this moment I was pounding my pussy with my fingers. I reached three climaxes before I decided to add a fourth finger. It was then that I pounded my cunt the hardest I have ever done in my life. I was almost ripping the roof of my room, I was screaming so loud. Having relieved myself of frustration, I finally felt a little relaxed and calm. I went to sleep for some time.

By the time I woke up, it was almost 7 o'clock, time to get ready. I finally decided to choose what to wear. I had bought a lot of stuff, but it wasn't my whole wardrobe. I finally chose an emerald green tube top, which showed a lot of cleavage, with a nice denim mini skirt, which complimented my perfect, long legs. I applied some makeup, just to highlight my deep, wondrous eyes. I wore my favourite strawberry lipstick, and put on my 6-inch pencil heels. My panties, which I had worn just half an hour back, had become damp. I stood in front of the full-length mirror to admire myself. I looked so ravishing, so beautiful, and so alluring. Any man would be happy to have me. I looked so sexy with my mini just a couple of inches below my crotch. I looked at my image and decided to make one last change. I removed my panties, since they would be redundant later any way and they were wet with anticipation right now. Now whenever I would spread my legs, my skirt would ride up my legs, and my moistened and puffy lips could be seen clearly by anyone who watching me at the right time. I left for the lobby.

The guys along with R.J. had already left for the club and us girls would meet them there. Once we got in, R.J. along with someone else sat at the bar and the rest of us sat at tables. I was the last one in, so while I was passing R.J. I purposely dropped my purse next to him. When I bent over to get it, I gave him a clear shot of my wet pussy. I could see in a mirror, in front of me, that he couldn't stop looking at that wonderful spectacle. I could feel his gaze follow me till I sat down. I sat at such a place that only he could see my crotch below the table. I acted as if I did not notice him.

I would spread and close my legs and he couldn't help but watch. Even though he was still talking to the other fellow, his gaze was still on my glisting pussy lips. I acted as if I was engrossed in the conversation with the other people on the table. I silently took my hand in my lap and fingered my cunt to the tune of the pulsating music. I watched as the bulge in his pants grew. After a few minutes, I took out my wet finger and liked it. From the corner of my eye, I could see that he was still looking at me. Suddenly I looked towards him, which startled him. He avoided eye contact and started looking somewhere else. I got up and started walking towards him.

When I reached him, I asked, "R.J., isn't the music nice? Would you dance with me?" He couldn't help but agree with me. I pulled him to the smoke filled dance floor. He tried to stay away from me, but I held him very close to myself. I rubbed my crotch into his groin in sync with the pulsating music. I felt his erection grow larger. After about 5 minutes of dance, his dick had become almost 8 inches in length. He realised that I could now feel his erection, and he suddenly became embarrassed, and he left the dance floor. I ran after him and stopped him just before he could leave.

I look into his eyes and said, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I want to screw as badly as you want to." "But, it's not right. If they hear of this, I might lose my job", he said. "But who's gonna know? Your 8-inch dick certainly wants to fuck me. Now why are you being so obstinate? "I asked. "Well it just doesn't seem to be right." I leaned over to him, pulled his head down toward me, and kissed him on his lips. He reciprocated and put his tongue deep into my mouth. "And you were saying...""Lets go to my room." To the folks I excused myself saying that I was feeling sick, and R.J. acted as if he was going to chauvinistically take me back to the hotel. No one seemed to mind, and we quickly left. After we got out, R.J. kissed me once again and we almost ran back to our hotel, which was just a short distance away.

Once we get into his room, he put out the 'Do not Disturb' sign, and locked the door. I went and sat on the bed. He removes his clothes then and there, and in walks this six-foot tall boy with a great set of abs and huge pec's. He wore his undies, but his eight-inch penis is noticeably erect, pushing the front forward. I couldn't remember any date that was that well hung, including all my ex-boyfriends. I had long back learned that if you want to be well satisfied then you must satisfy the guy first. "Do you like to be sucked" I cooed. "You bet," he responds. I begin licking his swollen testicles. I can smell his masculine fragrance. It is clear, he is ready to cumm, but I try to prolong the pleasure by licking his penis, rather than sucking. I hear him gasp for breath, as my tongue goes around his penis head and around his massive cock. When I think he can't hold on any longer, I put his throbbing penis in my mouth and use my upper mouth and lips as pressure points. I cup my hands over his testicles to provide warmth as I suck him with an upward motion. OOOOOOHH, he cries out. Oh, Yessssss!!!!!! As he presses forward from his hips and he ejaculates his thick wads of cum into my waiting mouth. I almost gag, as the considerable liquid hits the back of my mouth. It's so much that I have to remove my mouth before he is finished, so I jack him with my hand for the final spurt. 

"Now its time for you to enjoy. Just lay back and enjoy" He starts by kissing my lips, while his hands are caressing my hair. After a few minutes of exploring my mouth with his tongue, he withdraws and starts planting small kisses on my jaw line. Then he takes my left ear and starts sucking it. Mean while his hands are finding out how smooth and soft my boobs really are. The he kisses my temple and then my nose. Finally he goes to my chin and then along my nape. Eventually he reaches my collarbone and plants a few kisses there as well. All this while he is rattling on how sweet I am, how sexy I am, how pretty I am, as if I haven't heard it all before. By now he has done all possible things with my clothes on. "Shall I?" he says. He holds the bottom of my top and in one smooth movement frees my boobs and my upper body. He sucks on my twins; he starts flicking the tip of his tongue faster against my nipple. He then slowly moves down and kisses on my stomach, moving all the way to my already wet, warm cunt. 

"R.J., would you like to give me some pleasure." "Sure, what would like to do," he said with a huskiness in his voice. "My pussy is wet and could use a good suck and then I would like you to penetrate that huge penis of yours into me. I haven't had a good fucking for a long time." "Sure. With Pleasure." And now I help him take off my skirt. Now I am in my true state of nature. He leans his head and body against me and begins licking like a real pro. His tongue darts in and around my clitoris as I begin to feel the heat of passion rising slowly but surely. "Ummmmm, that's great. You really are good with your tongue. Stick your finger in my vagina and rub around till you find a little rough area on the upper part behind my bone. That is a special spot. Rub it gently." He found my G-Spot and I was off to the moon. Good boy that he was; he keeps sucking while he is fingering me. Then, I tell him to just concentrate on sucking and licking. After a few more minutes of pure pleasure, my body starts to convulse as an intense climax hits me. I felt that I ejaculated, which I rarely did. "Stop sucking me," I cry out as he over stimulates my sensitive, vibrating clitoris. After I catch my breath, I note that his penis was again in full erection. 

I take a condom out of my purse and help him put it on. He tries to enter me in the missionary position, but I stop him for the present. It's not as if I wanted to tease him further, but I wanted him to come into me in a special way, so that I could remember it for eternity. I tell him to kneel on the edge of the bed, while I raise my legs to his shoulders. I take his ramrod penis into my vagina and then move my legs closer to the centre so I can hold him in firmly. I wouldn't have done this unless I was already well lubricated with my juices. R.J. begins fucking me in slow motion as my vaginal walls were pulsating from his penetration. This was intensely pleasurable. I reached my finger down and spread my labia so that when he pushed forward, his hairs and pubic bone rubbed on my engorged clitoris. I asked him to use his hands to play with my breasts and nipples. Doing this caused R.J. to lean forward and allowed my ankles to go over his shoulders, giving me some leverage to push upward. We were now in rhythm, with his penis in full penetration copulating inside of me. In this position, he was touching all my sensitive zones. My senses were rioting as I could feel the pulsations of his swollen member deep inside of me. My body began shaking uncontrollably as R.J. began breathing hard pushing himself in and out with abandon. Soon he cummed in the condom, with a loud grunt. In reaction, my vaginal walls pulsated in orgasmic over drive as one orgasm after another pulsated through my body. The climaxes were so strong that my breasts were gyrating as I grabbed him close to my body in a passionate embrace. When my breathing returned to normal, I told R.J. he could be my lover anytime. 

I want to do something different, so we head for the shower. I start lathering his body and encourage him to do mine as well. I rub my nipples and breast against him and then take his penis between my lathered breasts and begin to breast fuck him. His penis takes on a renewed life. Then I sit down on the shower seat and begin to fondle his penis and scrotum. His eyes glazed as he leaned back against the wall. I wash the soap off his penis and give him a real deep throated sucking. I am rubbing my nose on his pubic mound, as my fingers play with his balls. I can feel his huge dick even in my throat. After a few minutes, his body tenses and I withdraw his cock from my mouth and start to penetrate his ass with my finger. This drives him wild, and he begins squirting an amazing amount of sperm for his second round of a blowjob. With his penis softened and his breathing returned to normal, I ask him to turn the showerhead so that the water pulsates and to direct the spray toward my clitoris, which I made accessible by spreading my legs and opening my labia with my fingers. Not too close, I tell him. Move the showerhead back and forth. The pulsating sensations felt wonderful and soon I shudder and climax again. He says he had never seen a girl orgasm so many times before and seems to take some pride. I could have done more, but he seemed tired, so I dried his body with a fluffy towel as he did mine. Both of us lay on the bed, and he cuddles me. We are so tired that both of us go off to sleep very soon.

When I get up, it's not morning yet. I collect my clothes and get dressed. I look at him. He is peacefully asleep, with a smile on his face. I leave for my room, without waking him up.

The End.

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“Looks like a court day?” she said, half smiling.

Fred lifted the tie and said, “A tell-tell sign.”

“Come home early; I’ll make you dinner,” she said as she rolled over to go back to sleep.

Fred was one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. He ran a private practice with two secretaries that were busy at work when he walked in the office.

He greeted them and stood at the doorway looking at them as he sipped his coffee. Red was a redhead with big tits who could be really pretty if she’d just tone down on the makeup.

Joanne was thicker than Red, but in a voluptuous way. She had puffy blonde hair and some enormous breasts. She wore fake eyelashes and too much lipstick, but it gave her a sex appeal that was similar to Marilyn Monroe.

They were docile around the boss, but Fred had a feeling that they had a wild side in bed. The problem was that they were both lesbians, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

Almost every morning, he would do the same thing that he was doing right now: sip his coffee as his eyes danced up and down their bodies filming a mental, pornographic movie. He would imagine how they would look in their underwear and how they would look topless or even what color their nipples were.

It happened subconsciously, of course, and he never knew he was doing it until he would glance at one of their faces and catch one of them frowning or rolling her eyes at him. This time it was Red rolling her eyes at him so he headed to his office to meet with his client.

He sat at his desk. She was sitting on the other side with an attitude written all over her face.

“I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. I can’t stand the thought of seeing him again,” said Mrs. Jones.

She was pissed off because she was going through a messy divorce and she thought the case would be over the last time they went in. She was wrong. It got delayed because her soon-to-be ex-husband’s lawyer found a minor technicality that postponed it until today.

“We’ll be in and out in less than two hours,” said Fred trying to calm her down.

She stood and started walking to the other side of the desk. “Two hours?” she barked in frustration. “Do you know how long two hours is? Maybe I should take some Valium or something?”

Fred stood and grabbed her gently by the shoulders. “It’s his head that’s on the chopping block, not yours,” he said trying not to laugh at how overdramatic his client was acting. “And no Valium. I don’t want you looking like some drug addict.”

She looked him up and down. He was standing very close to her. It seemed to trigger something in her. Her anger disappeared immediately. She touched his chest lovingly and smiled at him.

“We don’t have time,” said Fred. He knew what she wanted. They’d been sleeping together since a few weeks after he began working on the case.

“To hell with them. Let them wait,” Mrs. Jones said.

Everything inside of Fred told him not to do it except for the few inches that were starting to stretch and harden in his briefs.

He returned her affection by tenderly touching her elbows and then her upper arms and then her back, which led to him pulling her closer and squeezing a handful of her tender ass. Their lips met and the room was filled with the sound of lips smacking together.

Fred sat in his leather chair. Mrs. Jones leaned on him and continued kissing as she helped him loosen his tie and get his suit jacket off.

She leaned back and felt the huge bulged in his thin designer pants. It was already hard, but the sight of Mrs. Jones in her green dress hiked all the way up to her thighs made it start throbbing as it jumped in her hand.

Fred kissed her as he stroked her long blonde hair and guided her head down towards his waiting prick.

She pulled his pants down and pulled his meaty cock out. Fred looked down and saw a head of blonde hair bobbing up and down as her wet mouth engulfed his cock whole.

“Ohhh,” moaned Fred as his semen shot into Mrs. Jones’s awaiting mouth. She swallowed it as it came out.

He gently grabbed her by the head, lifted it up, looked deep into her eyes, and gave her a long, wet kiss. Once he got himself looking descent again, he and his client went to court.

After Judy finally got out of bed she went straight to Jill’s house. Jill used to be just an acquaintance of Judy. They’d recently become best friend’s because they were both in dismal relationships.

They turned to each other for comfort, but they handled their problems entirely different. Jill, a blonde spitfire with huge tits and an insatiable hunger for sex, chose to look to other men to ease her pains of the heart, while Judy, demure in nature, coped with her problems by confiding in Jill and sulking in her sorrows.

“You’re not thinking about doing anything crazy like getting a divorce, are you?” asked Judy.

“No, of course not. Tom’s trucking business makes too much money,” Jill replied. “I’m just restless and depressed I guess.”

“You could try taking a vacation. Huh? You and Tom; go to someplace exotic? That usually works.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere with Tom. The spark just isn’t there. I guess I’m tired of him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“You know how a man gets so excited when you first start dating him? I guess I want to experience that again.”

Judy’s face remained passive, but she was getting excited on the inside. Jill didn’t want to leave her husband, yet she wanted to feel the excitement of a new relationship. That could only mean one thing.

“Well could you tell me about it at the store because I have to go grocery shopping?” asked Judy.

Jill smiled brightly, said, “As long as you do all the listening, I’ll go anywhere with you.”

They continued talking about ways to fix their relationships while they shopped. It turned out that Judy was right in her assumption that Jill was going to start having an affair. She’d been seeing one of the truck drivers who worked for her husband.

Judy wanted to hear every detail, but there wasn’t much to tell. They hadn’t done anything other than flirt because the driver was too afraid of losing his job to take a chance on having sex even though it was obvious that he was dying for it.

The majority of their conversation dealt with this topic, but Judy came up with a great idea to catch her husband’s attention before they parted ways. They stopped in a clothing store to pick up the right “tools” for the job.

Later that night, Judy showered and put on a very sexy lingerie set. It was black, laced, and most of it was see-through. The panties were thin and showed a generous amount of her pussy and ass. The pushup bra was a size too small so it could really accentuate her ample breasts.

To say the least, she was a knock out!

She called Fred to the room when she heard him come through the door. She stood with her back to him waiting for a reaction. She heard footsteps and felt his soft hands touch her shoulders.

She smiled knowing that her plan had worked. Her pussy started to seep her sweet juice, happy that her long drought was about to come to a close.

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and walked around her so he could face her. “You look beautiful,” he said.

“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Judy flirted.

She took a step back and lie on the bed. Fred followed a step behind her.

“Would you like to hear about last night?” asked Judy while sitting at the kitchen table at Jill’s house the next day.

“I’m all ears.”

“Remember the lingerie that you helped me pick out? I put it on for Fred…with all the trimmings. I wanted to surprise him when he came home from work. At first he pretended to be excited. But then that was all there was because he couldn’t even keep an erection. He’s really pathetic.”

“I’m sorry. Well what do you make of it?”

“I guess he’s just not interested in me anymore.”

“You can’t base that on a single occurrence.”

“I’m not basing it on one occurrence; it’s been going on for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t this bad before. It’s just hitting rock bottom now.”

Jill was quiet for a moment. She could see pain all over Judy’s face. She appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Jill had never been the type who listened very well, but now that she was really listening, she could see what horrible condition her friend was in mentally. Judy hadn’t been happy for a long time but Jill was too caught up in her affair with the truck driver to notice.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” She looked up for the first time. “Any suggestions?”

Jill laughed because Judy should have known better than to ask advice from somebody like her.

Judy looked out the window and said, “I think he’s having an affair. What do you think?”

“Isn’t that what it usually is?”

Judy arched an eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah, I just didn’t wanna admit it to myself.”

“You put him to the test and you’re facing up to it now.”

Jill was right but she didn’t want to throw her whole relationship away based on a hunch. She went home and decided to do some detective work. There’s no better place to search for information than from your husband’s best friend, who happened to be one of Judy’s closest friends too, so she called him over.

They sat on the couch and she thanked him for coming over. She wasn’t in a mood for bullshitting so she got straight to the point and asked him if Fred was having an affair.

Sid was shocked by the question and felt very uncomfortable. Judy and Fred were both his friends. He didn’t want to betray one to be loyal to the other.

“Fred’s my partner,” he said.

“Yeah, so? You and I go back a lot farther than you and Fred.”

“Yeah. We’ve been good friends a long time.”

“Very good friends,” she reminded him. She made it sound like he had an obligation to tell her everything.

At that moment, Sid couldn’t help but wonder how good a lawyer Judy might have been if she would have chosen law as her career. She could be very manipulative when she wanted something and she had the type of appearance, demeanor, and tone of voice that made people trust her within minutes of meeting her.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m happy to say that I have no reason to believe that Fred is seeing another woman.”

Shockingly, Judy’s expression grew sadder as the realization of what was happening set in. “I guess that means he’s just lost interest in me then,” she said.

“Why do you say that?”

“Shall I go into graphic detail for you?” said Judy, trying to salvage what was left of her sense of humor.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s just a phase he’s going through.”

There was a long silence while all the possibilities rushed through her head.

“You look great,” said Sid.

She flashed a genuine smile and thanked him. It had been a long time since anyone other than Jill had given her a compliment.

“You know, I don’t know anybody that has it together better than you,” he added.

“Then how come you were never interested in me?” said Judy with a rye smile.

“Who says I wasn’t? You’ve always had a boyfriend and plenty of guys standing in line.”

Judy’s smile brightened immensely. “So you’re saying you were interested in me?”

He didn’t like where this conversation was going. He only complimented her to make her feel better about herself. He wasn’t expecting to end up flirting with his best friend’s wife, but there was no turning back now.

“Everybody’s interested in you,” he said. “Including me.”

Judy’s eyes were wide open and her smile had stretched the width of her face. She was playing with her hair and fidgeting like a schoolgirl. “How come you never said anything?” she asked.

“Because when a girl likes a guy, he knows,” Sid said cockily.

“I guess so, but you were never the type for settling down anyway. You’re still not married.”

“Getting back to Fred—I’m sure whatever he’s going through is just temporary and he’ll snap out of it. I gotta go.”

They got up.

“Hey, thanks for coming over. I needed someone to talk to. I appreciate it.”

There was another uncomfortable silence until Judy broke it with a quick kiss on Sid’s mouth. She couldn’t look him in the eye after that. She was blushing and smiling and so was he.

“Thanks,” she said again.

Sid stepped around her and headed to the door. “Don’t do anything foolish,” he called over his shoulder.

“I never would…unless it was with you.”

Although he wanted to, he didn’t respond. He went straight to his minivan and waited until he was inside before he adjusted a very uncomfortable, throbbing boner. He didn’t want Judy to see him if she was watching through a window.

Up to that point, he had never given the possibility of having sex with Judy real consideration. The thought had crossed his mind on many occasions, usually during those wild nights that he spent with his hand and a jar of Vaseline, but he never thought it could happen in real life.

He reflexively turned the wipers on as the rain started beating down on his wind shield, but he paid the world around him no mind. He was lost in the mental images playing in his head.

The thought of making love to a woman like Judy—Hmmm.

“Are you okay?” asked Red.

“Yes, what made you say that?”

“I don’t know. I can sense something is wrong.”

“No, nothing,” said Joanne. Her face said otherwise. She was wearing a frown the size California and she hadn’t said anything all day.

Red asked repeatedly until Joanne gave in. “I love you so much,” Joanne said, “and I would just die if I caught you with another woman…” There was a slight pause, then she added, “…or man.”

Red knew her better than that. She wasn’t worried about other women. She was worried about men.

“I would never do that to you,” she pleaded and crossed the room so she could comfort her girlfriend.

“I know; it’s just that I’m so jealous. It’s the way you look at men. It’s like you miss them.”

Red was shaking her head before she was halfway done with her statement. “I love only you, Joanne. I admit sometimes I think of men, but I can never love a man, not even a little.”

“Then you wouldn’t do it with a man?”

Red laughed, said, “Of course, not. Maybe together and then we’d throw him away when we’re done.”

They both started laughing. They gave each other a quick kiss and went back to work.

About an hour later, Joanne looked up from her desk and said, “Let’s do it. I wanna make love.”

“I’d love to but we don’t have time. Sid could be back at any time.”

Joanne grimaced and said, “It’s going to be hell getting through this day.”

The phone started ringing Red answered it. It was Sid calling to check his messages and tell them he would be stopping for lunch before he came back to the office.

They got naked immediately, both of them with a huge set of tits that spilled out of their bras. Red leaned against one of the desks and raised a leg onto it, revealing her trimmed pussy with small red hairs covering it.

Joanne wasted no time dropping to her knees to get a taste. She was a lot hornier than usual. She loved having sex at work because it reminded her of their first time together.

She licked Red’s slit from her asshole to her clit and kept going a little further so she could feel her pubic hairs tickle her tongue. A few licks later, Red’s pussy was soaked and she was moaning in ecstasy. Joanne slid a finger in her and eased it in and out as she licked her clit.

“Oh, yeah!” cried Red.

She looked down so she could watch and an orgasm hit her so hard she almost slipped off the desk. Her legs trembled and stiffened and her pussy convulsed as it spurted hot juice into Joanne’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck me with your tongue!”

That, Joanne did. She swallowed every drop of cum she could. Her tongue never stopped its assault on Red’s hot clit. Sometimes she’d pull back and finger fuck so she could get a joy out of watching her lover quiver as one orgasm after another hit her.

“I want to taste you,” Red managed to mumble, so they trading places.

Red kissed Joanne passionately before she went down on her. She wanted to taste her own pussy juice, something she liked doing because it seemed so kinky and made her a lot hornier every time she did it.

She first discovered this when she would suck her own pussy juice off her ex-boyfriends’ cocks when she was dating men. Joanne didn’t have a cock so she had to suck it off her lips by kissing her repeatedly with tongues attacking until she couldn’t taste it anymore.

Joanne sat completely on the desk with her legs spread wide apart. Her pussy was trimmed a lot more than Red’s. It was tapered into a puffy triangle with a fat clit protruding beneath it.

Red opened her pussy lips and dove right into it. It was already soaking wet and shining as Red dipped her tongue into the pool of love juice inside of it.

She gyrated her tongue on Joanne’s clit and slurped at it.

“Like that!” screamed Joanne.

She tossed her head back and savored every moment. She knew they had limited time and having sex at work was her favorite place to have sex. Opportunities were rare because someone was always at the office, so when one came up, she really let herself go wild.

She felt a finger enter her pussy followed by another. She looked down and saw Red pulling both fingers out and sticking them in her mouth to suck the juice off, and then slide them back in.

Joanne’s cunt was tingling madly now. Both women were talking nasty to each other as Red slid both fingers back inside her.

Her tits were so big and they were driving Red crazy. She started licking her pussy again.

“Make me cum on your tongue!” pleaded Joanne. “Ohhhh!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Ohhh…myyyy…gooooood!”

Cunt juice was spilling into Red’s mouth like a waterfall. Joanne grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her face deeper into her hot nest while she thrust her horny pussy at her mouth.

She waited for this orgasm to cease before she pulled her up and gave her another kiss so they could share in each other’s juices.

They got dressed in a hurry, opened a window to let the office air out, and went back to work as if nothing had happened.

They finished just in time because Fred walked in with his client about three minutes later. She looked pissed and he didn’t look too happy either. They went straight to the office without saying a word.

“I can’t believe we have to go back again!” barked Mrs. Jones.

“His attorney is being very aggressive.”

“Aggressive? He’s being an asshole! He just wants to make me miserable! You gotta do something about this!”

She was right, thought Fred. He did need to do something about this, not because it was his job to win for his client, but because he was getting so sick of her bitching all the time and putting such a ridiculous amount of pressure on him as if he was some kind of miracle worker.

That’s when an idea popped into his head.

He said, “I’m gonna put a private investigator on this. Maybe he can come up with something that we can use as a bargaining chip.”

“Just do what you gotta do. Make sure you keep me out of court and away from that bastard.”

Judy went back to Jill’s house after Sid left. She was dying to tell her everything that had happened.

“So do you think that I always wanted to sleep with Sid?” She asked.

“From what you tell me, yes,” Jill replied.

“That’s my husband’s partner; I must be insane.”

Jill flashed a devilish grin and said, “But it’s also very exciting, right?”

There was a part of her that wanted Judy to cheat just because she was planning to do it and both of them cheating would give them more to talk about.

“Doing it to someone new,” continued Jill, “can give you a real high. I have someone new on the horizon too.”

“What?” asked Judy, excited?

“He’s a truck driver that works for my husband.”

“He works for your husband! Isn’t that cutting it a little close to home?”

“You should talk,” said Jill.

“Hey, just because I’m crazy doesn’t mean you have to be,” she joked. “So does he know how you feel about him?”

“No, but he’s been stealing looks at me when I go and see Tom. He tries to be discreet but he can’t help himself. Oooh, it turns me on to watch him squirm whenever I’m around.”

They both giggled. “You and me are a real mess, you know that?” said Judy.

“Maybe, but so what? We gotta live.”

“That, we do,” said Jill.

Back at the law office, Sid was pretty much doing the same thing. Judy was all he could think about. His cock stayed hard all day. He decided to go home to his “friend,” Samantha, to get his mind off of her.

Samantha was a beautiful blonde with a shapely figure and great personality. She was far younger than Sid and still in college.

Just being around her wasn’t helping so he made love to her. They sat on the couch snuggling when it was over. It didn’t last as long as usual and Sid was very quiet. It was just the two of them breathing and holding each other while they stared at the wall.

They both had something on their mind that had been eating away at them so Samantha decided get hers out in the open. She looked over her shoulder and said, “This probably isn’t the best time, but are we ever going to be anything else to each other besides just living together?”

Sid looked away. He thought it over and said, “Do you mean what I think you mean?”

“Yes. That taboo subject called marriage.”

“Well, I haven’t really given it much thought and I wasn’t aware that you were thinking about it either.”

“How can I not think about it? I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you too but it doesn’t necessarily mean we have to get married.”

She sat up and said, “It means a long-term commitment.” Sid didn’t respond. Frustrated, she said, “I’m sorry I brought it up.” She got up and left.

With everything that’s going on in my life, thought Sid, I don’t need this shit.

It had been a long day, but night came at last. Fred and Judy were lying in bed. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Fred was wondering if she suspected anything yet. Judy had just grown disgusted and fed up with him.

He never touched her ever and it made her mad because she knew Sid wouldn’t be lying there like a pussy if he were in bed with her. He’d lay her flat and eat her pussy after shoving his dick in her mouth and then fuck her silly.

Her pussy got hot thinking about it. Her mind was made up. She was going to fuck Sid the next time they were alone together.

As usual, she met with Jill the first chance she got and told her about it, but Jill had a story that was far more interesting.

She had borrowed Judy’s house to have sex with that truck driver and fucked him all over the living room. She sat there and gave Judy a blow-by-blow description of everything they did, every minute detail.

It sounded like Jill had had a lot of fun. With every word that came out of Jill’s mouth, Judy tried to imagine herself doing the same thing with Sid. It turned her on a lot, and Jill could have sworn she saw Judy playing with her pussy under the table at one point.

“Would you do it again?” asked Judy.

“Hell, yeah. I love being desired by a man with a high sexual appetite.”

“But what about a relationship?”

“That’s what I got you for.” They both started laughing.

The telephone rang. It was Sid on the other end. Her heart skipped a beat. This was her chance to make something happen but she didn’t want to talk about it with Jill around. Luckily, Sid asked to see her so she didn’t have to.

“The door’s open;”she said, “come on in and lock it behind you.” They hung up.

Judy was nervous, eager, and excited all at once. Jill got up and left hoping that her friend would have a story of her own to tell in the morning.

Judy wore the exact same outfit that she was wearing the night she tried to seduce her husband into having sex with her. She waited in the bedroom for Sid to come in.

She was really nervous now that she was going to go through with it, but Sid set her mind at ease. He was calm and gentle with her. He treated her like precious gem from the beginning.

Sid pulled her in close and kissed her while he touched her tender, warm flesh. Judy’s lips were a little tense at first, but she loosened up quickly as a wave of tingles trickles through her chest and belly.

She reached for his zipper. He reached for her bra straps. They were both naked in a few minutes, and when Sid saw how well Judy was built, his tender affection quickly turned into an animalistic lust.

He already knew Judy was beautiful, but he had no idea she looked this good naked. Her tits were a lot bigger than they appeared when they were snuggled behind a bra; her waist was thin; and she had curvy hips and a succulent, juicy pussy with tapered, black, pubic hair.

Judy saw the change in his facial expression. It scared her at first, but she started to feed from it after a few seconds of staring into his eyes. Her inhibitions were totally gone and replaced by a wanton desire to be fucked and degraded.

Sid led her to the king-sized bed. He lay on it with his legs wide open. Judy crawled between them like an animal—keeping her eyes fixed on Sid—opened her mouth, and latched her lips around his swollen cock. She was in a bent position with her head down and her ass stuck high in the air.

Sid’s cock was average, not too big but definitely not too small, just the right size for great oral sex. She could almost deep-throat it every time.

It smelled of soap and tasted of salty pre-cum. She slid it into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat and rose up with hard suction until it popped out to her mouth. She let her tongue slide along the vein, then turned her head sideways and massaged his cock with her soft lips before swallowing it back down again.

She looked up and saw Sid with his head back, eyes rolling into the sockets, and mouthing words that were barely audible. His stomach was tense and he was digging into the bed with his nails.

Happy that she was giving a good blowjob, she started sucking him faster and stroked his meat with hand. She slurped it harder and had his whole pelvic area as well as her mouth, chin, and the lower part of her nose, covered in saliva.

Her pussy was steamy wet. As if Sid could read her mind, he pulled her mouth off his dick, motioned her to turn around, and slammed it in her horny nest.

It was a little painful at first because Judy hadn’t been fucked in so long, but she adjusted to—or just ignored—the pain and rammed her ass back at him, forcing his cock deeper inside with every thrust.

Judy lost all the strength in her arms. Her head fell to the bed, putting her at an even better angle to get fucked. Sid held onto her by her butt cheeks and pounded at that sweet pussy until he felt an orgasmic tingle forming in cock.

He wanted it to last longer, but it was like he couldn’t control his body anymore. Between the sight of Judy’s ass, her arched back, and the sound of her screaming at the top of her lungs, he was powerless to slow his pace or do anything else that would prolong their erotic encounter.

He pulled out and let his cum fly. Every drop landed right on her ass and dripped down to her pussy and asshole. Sid used his cock to spread it around, smearing it on her asshole and pussy hole.

Maybe I’ll get pregnant, Judy thought, smiling at the possibility. It would serve my husband right.

Sid leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. She rolled over and they started kissing some more, both with happy smiles on their faces.

“That was wonderful.”

“Yes. It was,” said Sid.

“Let’s do it again?” asked Judy, and it was on for the second time.

It wasn’t as good as the first, but it was still nice, and at least Judy got to have her pussy licked this time after they wiped all of Sid’s cock juice out of it.

They took a shower together after they were done. They parted ways after some small-talk and Judy fell right to sleep.

She woke up about two hours later and went to Jill’s house. Jill was all smiles listening to her friend’s story. She felt closer to Judy than ever because now they both had a naughty little secret in common.

Judy and Sid hooked up again the following day. This time they had sex all over the living room.

When they were done and cuddling on the couch, Sid said, “For my sanity’s sake, we’ve got to tell Fred.” His conscience had been eating away at him since yesterday but he still couldn’t resist having sex with Judy.

Judy said, “I know. I will.” There was a long pause, then she looked up and said, “Will you marry me?”

Sid laughed, but then he realized she was serious. He thought about it. It made sense. They did love each other, sex was good even it they’d only done it twice, they never disagreed on anything, and they’d known each other for a very long time.

He accepted.

When he left, Judy showered—alone this time—and called her Fred. She told him she needed him to come home because she needed to talk to him.

“I need to talk to you as well. I’ll be right home,” said Fred.

Judy’s stomach was twisting and turning the whole time she was waiting. Every minute seemed to fly by. She was terribly anxious about how this would affect Fred, and if they would remain friends when it was over.

She felt ashamed for cheating on him because she wasn’t even a hundred percent sure he had been cheating on her. After all, what had Fred actually done besides not making love to her? Nothing. It never crossed her mind that the reason he was celebate might have been because he was busy at work trying to provide a good life for her.

She was so guilt-stricken that there were a few times when she had to wipe away tears while she waited. She kept having visions of her poor husband working long hours to keep food on the table while she was at home fucking his co-worker like a slut.

She nearly had a heart attack when she heard the living room door open and shut. Fred came into the bedroom a few seconds later. Neither of them could look at the other. Fred paced the room as he undid his tie.

Judy decided the best way to do it is just to blurt it out, but Fred beat her to the punch. Just as she had worked up enough courage to say something, Fred started pouring his heart out.

“This is not easy for me to say, Judy,” he said. “I love you more than anything in the world, but I’m gonna be honest with you regardless of the consequences.”

That was all Judy needed to hear to know that her assumption was right. Fred had been having an affair. She wasn’t angry though. On the contrary, she was happy. There was no need to feel guilty anymore. They were even now, and at last, her husband was being honest with her, which was what she’d wanted in the first place.

“I’ve been having an affair with a client,” continued Fred. “Look, it’s the one time I’ve been unfaithful to you. It was purely physical, not that that makes any difference.”

It was true. Mrs. Jones was a sexy woman and she kept throwing herself at him, especially when the case was going good. Before he called home earlier that day, he had just gotten finished having sex with her again. As a matter of fact, that was the reason he decided to confess to Judy.

He’d just won the case for Mrs. Jones. She got a settlement of more than $2 million. It made her particularly horny and she started seducing him once again.

It was a wild fuck in his office and it wasn’t just a blowjob this time. There was dick sucking, pussy licking, fucking on the desk, in the chair, and doggy style standing up, and Mrs. Jones even took his condom off so he could cum in her mouth.

She didn’t make any effort to keep quiet either. She was moaning loud enough to wake the dead the whole time. Joanne and Red were giggling at them when they came out and that’s when he realized things were getting out of hand and he needed to regain control of his life.

A few minutes later, he was on the phone with Judy. Now he was standing two feet from her waiting for a response.

“I wasn’t sure, but I had my suspicions,” Judy said finally.

“I don’t know why I did it. You’re the best wife a man could ever have.”

Not quite, though Judy.

Fred sat on the bed with her and said, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. You gotta give me another chance. Please. Give it some thought. If you want me to leave the house now, I’ll understand.”

“No, I don’t need you to leave but give me some time to think, okay?”

He left the bedroom and Judy began to think. Forgiving him wouldn’t be a problem. She had already done that. What she needed to think about was who she wanted to be with. Just a few hours ago, she was supposed to be divorcing him so she could marry Sid. Everything had changed in the blink of an eye.

Fred was gone when she woke up the next morning. He’d slept on the couch.

The phone rang. She checked the caller ID. It was Sid. She picked up the phone and held it to her ear without saying anything.

“Are you there?” said Sid.

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell him?”

“No, I didn’t tell him. Sid, I love you and I love Fred too, but I’m married to him and that’s a commitment that I have to keep.”

He was quiet for a long time while he gathered himself together. “I’m disappointed but I expected it. I understand.”

“Thank you for understanding. Thank you for not making it too difficult for me.”

“At least you finally flirted with me,” Sid joked.

“Hey, at least you were finally about to make a commitment,” Judy joked back. Seriously she said, “You’ll always have a place in my heart.”

“Ditto for me, Kiddo.” They hung up.

Sid didn’t move from that spot for a long time.  His life seemed empty now.

He’d won Judy and lost her that fast. The other love of his life, Samantha, was completely moved out because she didn’t want to be “just living together” anymore. She walked in the house and sat down across from him.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” said Sid.

“I didn’t want to leave without telling you goodbye,” said Samantha.

“You’re all moved out and everything?”

“Yeah,” answered Samantha. “I found a nice single apartment.”

Single, thought Sid. Funny how that word rang in his head and left such a negative impression.

“You leaving and everything—it takes some getting used to.”

“Yes, I know. Are you alright?” asked Samantha. Sid didn’t look very well.

“No I’m not alright. I want you back.”

“What?”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m very confused.”

“Well, I’m not for once.”

“What’s going on with you?”

Sid got up and sat beside her. he held her hands and said, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, but tell me what’s going on.” She was happy about the proposal, but very confused. Sid was so against marriage he was willing to let her go so easily as if she never meant anything to him, and now, all of a sudden, he was ready to get married.

“I’m ready to make a commitment to you; that’s what’s going on,” said Sid.

“Really?”

“We can go to Vegas and be married in two hours.”

“Is this for real? Can I scream for joy?”

Sid nodded and said, “Scream.”

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Pat came out of the club, and getting into the car she drove me home, no one spoke on the drive to my house, but as I was getting out the car, they both said goodnight we will give you a call. Letting myself in, I made a coffee, sitting on the sofa I thought about the night, before my stupid thoughtless remark, I had really enjoyed myself, and liked being in Katie's company, drinking my coffee I went to bed.

Before drifting into sleep, my last thoughts where about my Katie and what would she think of it.

I awoke at seven o'clock, my whole body was covered in sweat, and whilst laying there I remembered the dream I had, my Katie was standing there in one of my old t shirts, this was her favourite, and she used to wear it all the time, when we where alone, never any underwear, she used to love teasing me, just letting me glimpse her pussy as she walked or bent down.

In the dream she said, mike I love you, and I will always love you, you was my soul mate but you have to let me go, I know you held my hand, for three days when I was in hospital, and I heard everything you said to me, but my love, you have to get on with your life, I will always watch over you, so go and be happy, bending down she gave me a tender kiss, and as she disappeared I heard the words goodbye my darling.

I just broke down, hugging the pillow, whilst the tears ran down my cheeks, after a while I stopped crying, and whispered goodbye my darling.

After having a shower, and whilst eating breakfast, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt happier than I had for along while. At last I think that Katie was laid to rest in my mind. I would never forget her, and she would always be there, as a memory of someone that I loved with all of my heart.

I went to visit Katie's parents, I was very close too them, even before Katie's death. We sat down, had a cup of coffee and talked, her mum asked how I had been, was my parents all right and what was I doing. So I told them about last night, and about Katie, I didn't mention the dream, they might have thought I had gone mad. Her mum listened, and then taking my hand, looked into my eyes, saying Katie would not want you to be unhappy, she loved you too much for that, so go and find some happiness. We will always be here if you want to talk, so don't be a stranger.

Getting back into my car, I drove to my parents, since Katie's death, I always went home for Sunday lunch. I gave my mum a hug as I walked in, said hi to dad, and sat down, mum served the meal, and whilst eating dad looked up, saying you look different, is that a smile that I see? Its been a long while since we have seen any of them.

I then explained that I had decided to live my life again, that l was letting Katie go. My mum leaned over squeezed my hand and said about time son, it has been four years since you where happy, you deserve it now.

I suppose that I am lucky, my dads garage wasn't all that big, it had a showroom that held ten cars, we had a spray shop, four ramps and employed twelve staff. Dad was the salesman, when he went away or was on holiday I filled in for him. I was now the workshop manager, but I still enjoyed getting my hands dirty, and repairing the cars. We had a good lot of mechanics, who we paid well, and most of them had been with us for a number of years, I suppose because everyone was friendly, and it was a nice atmosphere to work in we didn't lose many.

On getting home Sunday night I just relaxed in front of the fire, my thoughts kept going back to Saturday night, dancing and kissing Katie, I wondered whether I had blown it for good? I hoped not, really I wanted to see her again, I had not felt like I did with her since Katie.

Monday was a normal day, and when I got home the first thing I did was check my messages, but no look, I even rang Ted and Pat to see if they new anything, Ted said that they had heard nothing, and anyway she hasn't got our number, smiling to myself I let out a laugh, that's a point I said, well take care both of you, I will see you later.

On Tuesday I was in my office and at eleven my phone rang, dad said can you come out here, we have a problem with a BMW and I would like you to have a look. What was wrong with dad? He was a good mechanic, why would he want me, anyway I went and found dad, what's the problem then, you better have a word with the owner, there in my office.

Opening the office door, I was greeted by Katie, hi she said, I was speechless she looked gorgeous, she was wearing tight jean skirt, and red silk blouse.

Coming towards me, she got hold of both my hands, and told me to sit down, I found my voice, saying Katie I am so sorry, what I said was thoughtless and nasty.

No she replied, just listen, and don't interrupt till I have finished. On Saturday night I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but before I came here I had a bad experience with a man, I was engaged for two years, and the week before we where to be married, I found out he had been cheating on me, I was the last one to find out, but apparently he had slept around whilst with me.

I have not trusted any man since him, and that was three years ago, and to be honest when you kissed me and we danced, well it scared me, it felt so nice and safe, so when you said what you did it hurt, and I just ran, I have been thinking about it from then until now, I have been in touch with Pat, and she told me about Katie, I'm so sorry I cannot imagine what you have gone through.

I sat and listened as Katie talked, gently rubbing her fingers, eventually I said hello my names mike, would you like to go out for a date, Katie looked at me told me I was mad, but yes she would love to, and kissed me, she melted into my arms as our lips met, our tongues played in each others mouths as we locked together.

When we separated I asked her how she knew where to find me, Pat told me, I lifted her to her feet, opening the door, pulled Katie into the showroom. Dad this is Katie, Katie this is my Dad, dad laughed, I know son, she introduced herself when she came in, she also explained why she was here, and I was happy to go along with it, I playfully punched dad on the arm, called him a few choice names and laughed.

Why don't you have the rest of the day off? And take this lovely lady out, I looked at Katie and she nodded, so I asked Katie to follow me home, so I could get a shower and get changed.

So I got in my Range Rover, and katie followed me. On the drive I couldnt believe my feelings, I was really nervous, I felt like a teenager out on my first date.

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It was hard to believe that Shawn had had no previous sexual experiences either. “I want you to feel beautiful, Lauren.” Shawn replied in his wonderful, deep voice. He slid his warm, muscular body up mine, until his clothed crotch was on top of mine. Shawn’s beautiful blue eyes met mine as he kissed me passionately. His tongue twisted with mine inside my mouth as he began to grind his crotch on top of mine, sending soft waves of pleasure through my body.

“I want your first time to be special, baby. Are you sure you’re ready?” Shawn asked. “Yes, Shawn. I love you, and I want you to take my virginity.” I said. Even in the dark candlelight, I could see his lips form into my favorite crooked smile. “I love you, too.” Shawn replied. He sat up and got off the bed. “I want to warn you, I am very big.” Shawn said as he turned around, so that his back was facing me. He slid his underwear off his body, and turned back around. My eyes opened wide. His penis reached down to his knees, and was at least two inches thick. “Are you okay, baby?” Shawn asked, genuinely concerned. “Yes. I love it.” I said, smiling, and motioning with my hand for him to come back onto the bed. He crawled back onto the bed and slid back on top of me, like he had before.

His limp, but large, penis lay on top of my mound and reached up to the bottom of my breasts. “This is going to hurt, baby, but I promise that I will make it worth it for you, okay?” Shawn asked. I nodded. Shawn sat up and took his large penis in his hands. He slid his large, pale hands up and down his penis, pleasuring himself to my body.

Once his penis was hard, which made it even bigger, He positioned his large, throbbing head at the mouth of my vagina. I spread my legs out in the air as wide as I could, opening my vagina a small amount. Shawn began to slowly slide his penis into me. I gasped as his giant head stretched my vagina walls. He paused for a few moments, allowing my body to get used to his large penis head. Then he started to slide his penis into my vagina again. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body as he slide further and further into me. Soon, we felt his throbbing head reach my virginity.

A lot of inches were still outside of my vagina. Shawn whispered, “Are you ready, baby?” I nodded, bracing myself for the pain and the pleasure. Shawn pulled back out of my vagina a few inches, and then he slammed into me, breaking through my virginity and shoving the rest of his penis into me. My back arched, pushing my breasts into Shawn’s chest. I let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. Shawn began to kiss me as he lay on top of me, letting my body get used to his giant penis inside of me.

A few minutes passed, and I said, “I’m okay now, Shawn.” He pulled his penis all the way out of my vagina except for his head, and he slammed deep inside me. I moaned loudly and pushed my breasts into his chest again. He repeated this motion, slamming in and pulling out of me over and over. It seemed like hours passed by as we made passionate love to each other. The sweet sounds of sex- slapping and squishing- filled the bedroom, as well as the musty smell of sweat. Soon, both of us were on the verge of having orgasms. We were both moaning loudly with each other. “I’m about to….cum….” Shawn moaned. “Me too…” I said breathlessly.

We hadn’t put a condom on, but we didn’t care because we were planning on getting married, since we were both turning eighteen in a few months. Shawn slammed his throbbing penis into me one last time as we both began to have gripping orgasms, moaning and writhing on my bed sheets. An intense pulse of pleasure and pain shot through me, and I felt warm liquid shoot out of me, reaching as far as a few feet away from the bed. Shawn filled my vagina with his warm, sticky cum. Deep, animal moans filled my bedroom as we had multiple orgasms together in our first time making love. After what seemed like forever, our bodies relaxed and we lay there, panting and sweating in the dark candlelight.

This had just turned Harry on even more as he picked up speed. Still this was not fast enough for Harry so he grabbed hold and in one quick motion spun her around onto her back and stayed on top. Harry laid down onto her until he felt her breasts press against him. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed into her as hard as he could. Harry pulled out of her until he was about to fall out and then pushed back in as fast as he could. Harry then started his speed fucking by sliding his cock in and out of her in fast, steady movements. He looked down and her breast looked like they would hit her face if he went any faster. Harry pulled his cock out on Ginny quickly went down to it and stuck it into her mouth. Harry shot his load into her mouth and she took it all without spilling a drop. All three of them laid down right next to each other with Harry it in middle. They laid there watching everyone else finish. Everyone was asleep within a half an hour; it was about two in the morning by now.

Harry was looking up at a house he had never seen before but, somehow, he knew about this house. Harry walked up to the door and knocked. A tall figure was walking toward the door. Harry heard, "who's there?" from the other side of the door. Before Harry could say his name he heard himself reply, "It is Severus, I need to talk to you. It is important, a matter of life and death." The door opened and Snape stepped through the door. He then turned around to look at who had let him in.

Harry's heart gave a little lurch; his father was standing right in front of him and alive. "Who's at the door?" Harry heard from behind him and knew that this had to be his mother. Harry turned around and saw his eyes looking back at him. "Oh hello Severus." she had said. After Severus greeted her, they all went into the living room to sit down. Lily had disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a few bottles of Butterbeer. When she sat down and Harry started talking in Snape's voice, "I have come here on behalf of the dark lord. He is asking you to join him or he will kill you and your son." James started to stand but Snape continued, "It not me who wants this, in fact I was reluctant to come but he made me. I am grateful for you saving my life, but I must do as I’m told.

I beg you to leave here tonight because the dark lord will not be happy with a rejection and he will show up here. Do not waist any time, Dumbledore might have a place for you to go to be safe and I suggest asking him to add some enchantments." Harry's father had sat back down by now and said, "Thank you Severus for coming and warning us but I shall talk this over with Dumbledore and see what he says. Thank you for coming and now I must ask you to leave." Harry stood up, Shock his father’s hand, and made for the door. "Wait Severus I want to thank you for warning us properly." Severus had turned around and Lily was lowering her dark blue nightdress.

She had a beautiful body, even though it was Harry's mother, and perfect tits. Nice little hand fulls like Ginny's, and she was completely shaved. "Why do allot of women do that?" Harry thought to himself. She walked over to Severus, dropped to her knees and took Snape's cock into her mouth. She was not bad at it either, he had better but it was enjoyable nevertheless. James meanwhile had taken off his clothes and was walking toward them. He got down on his knees and buried his face into her ass. Harry could see his tongue enter her ass hole and lick it in and out. He then got up, took his cock into his hand, and pushed it into her ass. Lily moaned around Snape's cock as James pushed in as far as he could.

When James pushed, Severus withdrew his cock. When Severus pushed back into her willing mouth, James withdrew his cock. They were really getting a good rhythm going. Lilly looked like she was enjoying herself. Snape withdrew his cock and stripped off his clothes while James grabbed hold of Lily's waist and pulled her with him until he was sitting on his ass on the floor. Lilly started bouncing up and down as the cock implanted into her ass deeper and deeper. Snape had all of his clothes off and walked over to the couple. He got down in between her legs and planted his cock into her awaiting pussy.

Snape pushed with all he had and bottomed out in seconds. He pushed and pulled his cock the entire length and was picking up speed. Lilly held her breath started coming around his cock, which made it slicker, and he just moved faster. The three of them were sweating really well by now and Lily just looked even better. Severus leaned over and took one of her breasts into his mouth. He circled her nipple with his tongue; he then took her nipple in-between his teeth and pulled until it popped out of his mouth.

Severus pulled his cock out, grabbed it with his hand, and stroked it ever so slightly. Snape shot his load all over Lily's breasts. Then Harry felt himself do something he had never seen done before, Snape bent over and licked all of his cum off her breasts. James then grabbed her hips and pushed in as hard as he could. Harry knew that this was over because he felt himself waking up.

Harry put on his glasses and looked around the room. Only himself and Ginny were left in bed naked. Everyone else seemed to have left them alone. Harry looked over and saw Ginny still fast asleep so he decided to wake her up in a good way. Harry climbed down the bed and got in-between her legs. He grabbed hold of her hips and stuck his tongue into her as far as he could. Harry could hear Ginny moaning and he knew she was still asleep. Harry then climbed on top of her and pointed his cock to her pussy. When the head settled in her hole, he leaned over and gave her a kiss, which seemed to wake her up.

As Ginny kissed him back, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. Harry took this as a "fuck me" and pulled his cock out of her hot, wet pussy. Harry pushed until he felt their pubic intertwine. Harry decided he wanted to try something new and took her left leg up his chest and put it over his shoulder. Harry hugged her leg and pushed into her. Doing it this way seemed to tighten her pussy for him around his cock. Harry pushed and pulled, in and out of her while caressing her breasts. Harry withdrew his cock and slowly stroked it until his cum shot out and landed on her face. Ginny just took her finger and wiped the cum off then stuck it into her mouth.

They got dressed and cleaned up then set out for the dorm room. Ron, Luna and Hermione were sitting there studying. Harry sat down and relived the dream he had just had leaving out the sex part. After a long discussion, they all headed to the Quidditch field where everyone was waiting to get practice over. After a few hours and the sun started setting, they headed off to diner then bed.

To Be Continued....