"Well, yes." You consent reluctantly.

I’m stunned by how adorable you are. You have mousy brown hair, a small nose, and a slight scar along your cheek. I think you told me in an email long ago that you got the scar when you were a child and your brother accidently hit you with a rock. You’ve got hot, perky tits and a small ass. You exercise. Your shapely legs tell the story of someone who can mountain bike eight miles a day. But somehow, you don’t seem secure in your looks. Your breasts are lost under a shirt that’s way too big. Your hair’s pulled back and clipped with a dozen little clips. No make up.

I wanted you to be attracted to me, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I wore a tank top with no bra and some tight jeans. I dyed my hair a redder brown than my natural color. I dashed a hint of plum lipstick across my cheekbones. My nipples are rigid. Now that we’re standing face to face, it all feels inappropriate. Self-conscious, I cross my arm across my chest. Maybe I shouldn’t be hoping something will happen. You told me before you agreed to come visit, it was not a sure thing. You’ve never been with a woman before. I haven’t either, but since meeting you online, it’s all that I think about.

I collect you at the airport. We pack up the gear, and drive down the coast. On the way, we stop at a winery, and sample some wine, and buy some that we both like. We stop at Tillamook to get some ice cream, and I have to show you the quilt shop in Newport. But it’s the campsite that I really want to introduce you to. When we get there, it’s dark. The road winds around a row of hedges. You notice all the other tents and RVs and think "Why?"

We get to a spot, kind of back a ways, and yes, it’s a little bit of a hike to get to the john, but there’s a flushing toilet, and for that, it will be worth the walk. Fumbling in the dark, we pitch the tent. You collect a washcloth and a towel and go to the bathroom. I start a fire in the pit. Fortunately we brought some wood before we came because it costs $6 a bundle to buy it here. I set our sleeping bags into the tent, and even though I want to zip them together, I’m unsure of how you want to proceed. You may need that space, so I will give it to you.

After you come back, you say, "There’s showers here!"

"Well, it’s a pretty nice place."

"It’s cold."

"I know. But there’s no mosquitos."

You think for a minute. "Right. That’s nice. And it’s not as cold as it is at home in Minnesota."

"I figured you’d be okay with it."

I have water boiling, and I offer you some tea. You decide to open the wine that we bought earlier. Around our campsite, there’s an elaborate hedge. One of the remarkable things about this place is that the whole campground is essentially cut out of a brambly bush. Hedges block off each campsite, giving every camper a fair amount of privacy. We sit on a log with our boots toward the fire. We drink berry wine out of the bottle, and listen to the wind blow. We can hear other voices from time to time, but it’s quiet. Very calming.

It gets late. I feel like one of us has to be the one to admit that we need to get some sleep. I could sit and stare at you by the fire forever, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I’ve really enjoyed being with you, finally meeting you in person, and I’ve not tried to push into you, or overwhelm you. I hope you’re feeling okay. With you here drinking wine, I’m getting mixed messages. I don't know if you want to loosen up or just get sleepy. I suspect you’re trying to avoid the issue tonight.

I get a towel and follow the flashlight’s bobbing spot of light to the bathroom.

When I come back, you’re inside the tent in your sleeping bag. I bend and climb inside mine. I feel you there, just inches away. Judging from the sounds of your breathing, it sounds like you’re already sleeping. Or you’re trying to fake me out. I can’t help but feel disappointed. I lie there, smelling stray wisps of smoke from the campfire and try to unwind. I want to roll over on top of you and force my tongue in your mouth. I want to feel your firm breasts. At the worst, I want to lay there in the darkness, think about you and masturbate. Like I’ve done a million times. I’m so close, I can smell your hair–like henna and apples. I can feel my sex stirring. Juices seep out of my vagina. It’s torture just to lay here inches away.

I feel like a seven year old girl waiting for Christmas. I secretly doubt that Santa Claus will really come.

In the morning, you’re up with the birds. I hear the clink of metal and rustling around the campsite, then smell fresh coffee, which pulls me up out of bed. The steaming coffee tastes strong and goes down good. You fried pancakes. I eat one, and feel like I should have gotten up earlier to help. Then I remember we’re in different time zones. You’re probably raring to go! We should go for a walk. I want to show you the lighthouse. I pick up a package I brought and we walk off together.

The hedge has blocked a surprising amount of wind. The trail forks. The path to the beach drops 60 yards before it gets to sand. I’m glad I bothered to pack my boots! We wander off on the other path through the grassy field to the lighthouse. It’s a brisk walk. The sand and the sea grass makes everything look stark and far away. We walk up to the stone lighthouse and look around, but everything’s locked. We peer inside paned windows, but all we notice is spider webs and dust. Now that we’re here, I feel foolish. I know we exchanged email stories about the romance of lighthouses, but I’m not sure how much you’re really interested in them now that we’re here. Long ago, I told you that I was your lighthouse, a beacon to guide you here. You answered back that you felt the pull of me, but you were afraid to give in. If you came to me, you asked me, would you be like a moth to a flame, incinerated by the meeting?

How stupid! Remembering our email fantasies makes me feel insane. What if this was just some ridiculous fantasy--one to better stay a fantasy, to never fully explore?

"What’s in the package?" you ask.

"A kite." I open it up. "We should fly it here in the wind. There’s no trees."

Moments later, the kite is together. Laughing, I give you the roll of string and dash through the grass, stretching to hold the yellow kite high above my head. We launch it. You pull it into its orbit around the curve of the beach. It sails off. You throw out yards and yards of line. The diamond-shaped kite becomes a tiny straggle of color, the line bowing into the wind.

We take turns guiding it, watching it lean and twist, then struggling to upright itself in the wind. I like watching you move, how you hold yourself. You seem so confident and assured. Your hair is loose today and it billows behind your head. When you turn your face, it whips across your eyes. Impatiently, you tuck it behind your ears.

A family comes up the trail. Their young son watches us flying the kite, and wistfully says, "Oh, Daddy, we should have brought a kite." Done with our adventure, we pass the kite off to the boy and his father, who have thought about doing this sort of thing together for years, and longed for the kind of windy day where kites actually fly.

"You want to walk down to the beach?"

"Sure."

We’re off to the other trail. We stumble down the rocky path to the water’s edge. You close your eyes and inhale the cold, briny smell. It’s not a sandy beach--those are found up by Newport--but it has all the little nooks and chasms that a beach should have. Sea stones scatter on the beach, as well as chunky throes of driftwood here and there. We find a tide pool and stare at the crystalline world below, full of sea anemones and skittering sand crabs. A small stone shines green in the light. I pick it up and hold it in my hand. I feel like it is meant for me, so I slide it into my pocket. No matter what happens, I must always remember. You tell me it’s been years since you’ve stepped foot on a wonderful beach like this.

At this hour of the day, the beach is very private. A bunch of gulls are scattered on the beach ahead, straggling over some tidbit. We can walk from one end of it to the other, and even then we would not be able to get around the rocks blocking us from more beach unless we did some serious climbing, got very wet, or waited for the tide to recede.

Suddenly, I reach out and take your hand. "I’m glad you’re here."

You squeeze my hand back in reply.

Up a ways, there seems to be some sort of a shallow cave. We step inside. Once there, I pull you close to me and I brush your windswept hair out of your face. I’m dying to kiss you, to taste those small, puckered lips. But I don't really want to make a first move unless you want me to, and so far, your signals have been vague, like you’re happy to be here, but you refuse to do anything you might regret. You must be sensible. You’re always so sensible.

I can’t help but have my hopes up. I’ve been writing to you for almost a year. I’ve never hidden the fact that I wanted to be your secret lover. I’ve never hidden the fact that I wanted to taste your soft pussy. Your sacred, special pussy. You told me that you had relatively little experience. You could count the men you’ve been with on one hand.

We both have small cuts on our legs from walking through the tall, reedy grass. I touch one of your cuts, and kind of smooth it away. Your skin is so soft to touch. I feel awkward and pull my hand away. You put your hand over mine.

"Thanks for inviting me."

That’s it? I feel cold inside, rejected, like I made a huge mistake and read all kinds of things into your messages that weren't quite there. Panicked, I turn to walk out of the cave. Surely we should go back to the campsite and get some food. We were silly to not pack a lunch.

Behind me, you put your hand on my shoulder to stop me. You put your arms around me, hugging me from behind. There’s tears in my eyes. I’ve wanted this for so long. You hold me close, and I turn into you, our hair, all tangled together. Your hair smells wonderful! I find your mouth, and I kiss you. I close my eyes and feel you there, and I kiss you. Over and over. Hoping you won’t make me stop. I pull the hair out of my face, and study your mouth, tracing your lip with my finger. I stop and smile and kiss your velvet lips again. Behind us, gulls scream and waves crash on the beach.

Many moments later, we decide to go back to the campsite to eat. Not that either of us are really hungry. The trail goes up, and it is not meant for two people to walk together, but I cannot take my hand away from you now that we have finally touched. At the top of the cliff, the trail winds through the hedges to our site, and we stop under the cover of the hedge, gnarly limbs

all around us, like Sleeping Beauty's castle. I pull you to me again. I kiss you there in the hedge, locked inside our own little world.

You pull me back to the campsite. You get out the wine again, and this time we share the bottle. We sit side by side on a small log, knees touching, taking long droughts of cool wine. I think we both know what’s going to happen next. We’re going to finally confront the big IT that’s been between us all this time. Are you trying to drink your courage?

We don't start a fire, for we prepared snacks in tidy little bags. We nibble on grapes and carrots and such. We sit together, barely speaking, sharing the same plate, sometimes putting the food into each other's mouth.

After we’ve eaten, the wine starts to hit. Laughing, I open the tent, and lay down flat on my back, arms outstretched. The orange glow of the walls makes it look surreal. I pat your space on the sleeping bag next to mine. You come inside and lay down. I turn to you, and prop my head up on my elbow. Maybe we should talk? I look into your emerald eyes, all flared from the wine, and I can't stop talking. Oh, I’m so nervous.

That is, until you take my hand, and give me the bottle of wine again, nearly empty. Drink, you urge. Once I take the bottle away from my lips, your lips are there on mine, pulling that taste of wine out of my mouth with your tongue. Oh your tongue is incredible. You probe around in my mouth, touching my teeth, slightly sucking my tongue. At the end of the kiss, you nibble my bottom lip.

I’m overwhelmed. It’s been so long! I’ve been craving your touch forever. Now that the moment’s finally come, I hardly believe my luck. I taste your breath, and collapse into your soul. From somewhere, you pull out a cotton quilt which you spread over the slippery nylon of the sleeping bags. You start to undress me.

I pull off my sweatshirt. You unbutton my blouse, deliberately, slowly, taking time to kiss my skin below each button. I hold my breath every time you touch me, wanting it to last and last. Waiting to see if this will go as far as I hope it will. In my bra and shorts, I lie against the cotton of your quilt. I’m glad you brought it. I love the homey feel of cotton. It smells the way your house must smell, like lavender and bubble gum.

With the strange orange glow from the walls of the tent, our skin looks tinted and unique. I watch you above me, pulling your t-shirt up over your head. You unfasten your bra and toss it near your pillow. The contrasting darkness of your nipples, already erect with desire, capture my attention. I reach for you, and you crumble against me. My hands wander along your skin, touching and discovering places and sensations I have only imagined. Oh! Your skin is incredible! A man has never felt so smooth, so sumptuous.

I simply want to touch you. I fumble in a pocket in the tent and for orange spice body oil that I had stashed there. Just in case. I ask if I can use it, not wanting to stain your quilt. You whisper that I can, and roll over, and I start to spread the oil over your soft skin, and smooth it away, massaging your shoulders and back, slowly, then aching to get lower to touch your bottom. I dash some more oil on my hands from time to time, and then warm it before I touch your perfect skin. I try to think about everything else but the fact that I am finally touching your ass! You still have on white satin panties. My oiled hand makes an imprint on the fabric. I massage the muscle deeply, trying to be detached. I trace circles down to your thighs and long to reach between them. I massage your calves and ankles, rubbing each of your small feet, tugging on each of your ten toes. Your body is perfect! I can hardly believe I am there, that I am with you.

I unhook my own bra, so I can press fully against the softness of your back. I hope terribly that you won't mind. I unfasten my jean shorts, and pull out of them as well, my panties already wet with anticipation.

Holding you close to me, I can barely breathe. I am afraid if I react, you will disappear like a flash of light in the evening sky. My hands cup each of your breasts. Behind you, I press into you, finally feeling that I have captured you completely.

Then at once, you turn over. I take in the view of your satiny skin, the ribbon of white satin across your pubic bone. You move your legs so your feet are a shoulder’s width apart, and I can see the crevice of your vagina. Your puffy pussy lips are parted below the fabric. I could trace the line with my tongue. Oh I want to taste you! At your feet, I start massaging my way up, skipping from your thighs to your flat belly, and up to your shoulders, then back to your lovely soft milky-white breasts.

Next, is a flurry of motion and passion, as I ease down your panties to study your naked body against the soft quilt. You look just as I had imagined, like a beautiful thing, too lovely to be mine. Your breasts quiver in the soft light. I start to slide off my own panties, but you stop my hand and pull them down yourself, slowly and deliberately, your hands gentle against my skin.

I spread more oil across your breasts. You catch your breath below me, and then kiss me hard, and then roll up on top of me. You’re taking the initiative! Now I know you want this as much as I do. I was worried that I would have to convince you, and you would be reluctant. I feel your 34C’s pressing onto my breasts. Mooshing oil all over my tits. My nipples are rock hard, standing rigid. Kissing you dearly, my hands wander down to your thighs. I tentatively touch you there, sliding the fingers closer and closer to your pussy. By now, you’re all oily, all wet. I so want to probe my fingers into your cunt. But this is the only first time, and I want it to be perfect.

I take your nipples one at a time into my mouth. Oil’s smeared all over my face by now. You relax and shut your eyes. I look down at you on the quilt, and can imagine nothing else, breasts full and round, softness, whiteness...loveliness insurmountable. I take my time exploring you. I slip my hands between your legs, touching you, lingering, finally merging into your folds. I move closer, skin to skin, hands wandering, and mouth moving to discover.

I tuck my pillow under the small of your back, and invite myself between your thighs. I spread your pussy open, and gasp when I dare to look. You are so pink! Like a newly opened flower. I blow air on your clit, blowing, blowing softly, before I take my first taste. You push up against my mouth and my tongue, holding my head with your hands, trying to make me attend to the spots that you need me to touch. I diddle with my tongue. You taste wonderful. I suck and lap at your intimate spots. I can’t get enough.

At one point, you shriek, and rise up on your elbows. I stop, thinking I must have hurt you, but it’s just one of those odd places, where you want to be touched again, just not so intently. As you settle back against the quilt, I let my fingers wander on your clit. I move my mouth back up to your breasts where I suck and taste them. You pull me up to your face and lick the taste of your pussy away from my chin and lips. You kiss me deeply and passionately, and roll me to my back.

Then, you take control. Your pressure is perfect. You handle my breasts deftly. I ache to have you pinch them and suck them deeply. I move my pussy against your hand. You’re taking your sweet time, but eventually you’ll get there. I’m so ready, I can almost scream. Wetness between my legs starts to trickle, a sticky trail. I immediately wipe it away. You see my hand move there and follow it with your own. I start to touch myself, but you push my hand to the side, and take over, slowly, longingly, lingering on spots where I want you to be, then flitting away, teasing, milking it for more time, more sensation. I’ve never felt like this!

You’re not used to making love to a woman, and neither am I. We both know what needs to be done, but don’t have experience doing it. We both use what we like ourselves to make moves on the other, but it isn’t 100%. But it is good. Oh so good. You make me come, and watch as my back heaves and my breasts thrust forward. My climax sweeps through me like the wind through our kite. Then you take my nipple into your mouth with the realization that you can make me do it again. No men here, no premature ejaculation. No "Thanks Babe, I’ll get you next time." No rolling over and starting to snore.

I use my hands to make you come, then I suck deeply against your pussy, and wet it again, and set you up to come again. The ebb and the tide, the water bouncing against the shore, the gulls calling to each other outside becomes one with us as we touch and explore. We discover each other ever so patiently with so much care, and then with so much fury. At one point, you thrust four of your fingers deep inside my cunt. I scream with a gush of cum.

Night falls. Weary, we pull ourselves out of the tent, clothes touching our skin unwillingly. My toes ache, they’ve curled so hard. We stir up a fire and make food that we feed each other. Young men walk by our site, and we sit up and look more appropriate, but once they have passed, we are back to each other's skin. Later that night, the lantern pulled into the tent so that I can see you there, in the soft light. The same group of men walk by. The lamp light allows them to see inside. They snicker as they notice our breasts' silhouettes where we sit naked. They elbow one another, guffawing. Then silent as they think about what it is that they have seen.

Finally, we settle into each other’s arms and fall asleep. Not once does the tent feel cold.

     To look
     To feel
     To make it all real
     It pops out and says "Hello!"
     With that funny eye
     That soon will fly
     Angel's creamy custard filling.

     Oh daddy daddy PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
     Let me rest upon my knees
     And kiss your thing for you I'll please
     With my lips so softly.

     YES! YES! YES!
     My little Angel dove
     Get upon your knees and hug
     Mu botto while I gently shove
     Daddy's playful pole of love.

     In it goes
     In my mouth
     So warm and tasty
     'Tis no doubt
     I'll soon be showered
     When daddy spouts
     His creamy, dreamy, jiz.

     So low I start
     In and out
     Daddy's dick
     Dances about
     My tounge and teeth
     Cheeks and throat
     Filling me up
     I start to float.

     Float up into my magic land
     Where sex and love go hand in hand
     Where angel slut is in command
     And loves her daddy's dick so grand
     And feels it spurt as on command
     That lovely sticky stuff.

     Grunt and groan
     Shove and moan
     I feel it filling me up
     Tasting it's rich brew of delight
     I know daddy and I will slept tonight
     content in our little love games.

     But it's not the end no siree!
     For tommorow night I will flee
     And jump and climb upon a knee
     Saying....

     Daddy! Daddy! Play with me!

     I love you daddy.

     Angel

I found my sister walking around the halls looking for some fun for herself. "Hey girl! Heard of the party on the roof?"

She looked at me a little irritated. "Yeah. I heard. It's already starting to break up."

"What? There's no way! It just started 30 minutes ago! It couldn't have been that great of a party. Let me guess. That DJ from last year came in and attempted to liven up the party again?"

"Gee, how'd you guess?" She gave a little ironically amused laugh and took my hand. "Come on! I've got a better idea. Remember Kevin and Will? You met them at that other kon in June. They've invited me up to their room for a while. Do you wanna come? After all, your boyfriend just ditched you."

I snickered a little bit at the way my sister's eyes twinkled at this thought and nodded. "Sure. Why not? Maybe we can con them into getting us some pizza."

"Geez, Jen! Pizza? Is that the best you can come up with? Well, I guess it's a start." She laughed, grabbed my hand, and dragged me off to the room.

As we got to the room, the door opened and Kevin poked his head out. "Hey Joy! I was just about to go find Will. He just went downstairs to meet the pizza man. I hope you girls don't mind snacks." He glanced over my way, looked me over once, and turned back to my sister. "So, who's this? She's kinda hot." I studied the man lounging in the doorway in front of me. I guessed him to be about 5'11'' and he seemed to be rather well built. His chocolate eyes glistened with amusement as I flushed a little. I always had a thing for strong Asian men. After all, my ex was Asian. I could see why Joy liked him.

Joy nudged me a bit with her elbow, to which I blushed. "This is Jenna, my sister. Hey, Jen. Say hi to the man."

Still rather bright red from blushing, I stuck my hand out in hopes to shake his. "Umm... hi."

Instead of a friendly handshake, he took both of our hands and led us into the room. He winked, made sure we were comfortable, and headed back out the door again in search of Will. With a smirk, Joy added, "Well, I guess that takes care of your craving for pizza. It seems that the boys are one step ahead of us. I wonder how much else they'll think of."

I laughed, curling up on one of the beds. "My guess is a whole lot more than I want to do right now. By the looks of things, though, I don't think you'd mind one bit!"

"Hell no! Of course I wouldn't! You'd be crazy to think I'd turn one of them down! Besides, I haven't gotten any in months. I guess I could ask one of my other roommates but, he just doesn't do it for me, ya know?"

I glanced over onto the bed which I was sitting on and noticed a scratch pad. Looking through it, I cracked up at the thought of Joy going for one of the guys in her room. "Yeah. It'd be like sleeping with your brother.... or a gay guy. Take your pick!"

Joy curled her lip up at the idea of that in disgust. "God, I think I'd rather take the gay guy. The other one just.... well, like I said, he just doesn't do it for me. Yeah, he's got a hot bod and the other girls say he's the Energizer bunny in bed but, like you said, it'd be like sleeping with my brother! Besides, he doesn't look at me like that. He looks at you, though."

"Whatever. He's like my big brother, too, ya know. You're probably just seeing things. Damn! When are those boys gonna be back with that pizza? I'm starving!!"

My sister finally noticed the pad I was nosing through and came over with interest. "You know, Will doesn't have many people look at those."

I glanced up with a worried look in my eyes and said, "Do you think he'd mind?"

Joy giggled a little, "Nah. I doubt it. He'd probably be flattered."

Looking back at them, I continued my assessment of the art. "I mean, some of these aren't that bad. He's got a style all of his own and that doesn't show up much anymore. Most people copy everyone else's stuff until there's a whole bunch of the same stuff running around. It's nice to see something different and with a little bit of personality."

I continued to look through them studying the eyes and the different bits of satirical humor in them. I didn't hear the door to the room open as the boys walked back in and they didn't say much. If they had, I didn't notice. The TV had been on this whole time anyway and it was like just another little bit of background noise. Suddenly, a chin landed on my shoulder and I jumped.

"So, you like them, do you?"

I flushed bright red hoping I hadn't offended him by nosing through his personal drawings. "Well, yes. I like your style. You don't find many people with a style all their own, you know."

Will smiled and sat down next to me, opening a box of pizza. "I know. I heard what you said to Joy. I have to agree. That's what I was going for and somehow, I came out with this little guy. He doesn't have any eyes, you know."

At this odd remark, I busted out laughing, instantly calming down and relaxing around him. "I thought he had a mask on or something. No eyeballs? What in the world spawned that idea?"

He shrugged and flipped to another page in the sketchbook that I'd obviously missed. "Here. You see that on top of the spaghetti? That's where they went. He ate them in place of meatballs."

I gawked at the picture and then glanced back to him with a little bit of a worried look not really knowing what to think of him. After all, I'd just really met the guy and I couldn't decide whether to be comfortable around him or be a little leary of him, especially after that last comment about the eyeballs. It was then that I caught a glimpse of his eyes. He was laughing at my reaction!

"Ummmm..... I don't exactly know what to think of that."

He snickered a bit at my reaction and reached out to touch my shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. I'm not really sure where that came from either. I was working on an oil rig at the time and I guess odd things just pop into your head when you're constantly around that type of environment."

I thought of how odd of a situation it must be living on an oil rig in the middle of the ocean with nothing else to see but the machinery around and the never-ending expanse of blue water surrounding the loud, clanking man-made island. Suddenly, I relaxed again. I noticed Joy giggling at something that Kevin had said and glancing over, I also noticed her body language. Oh yeah, she was interested. And definitely interested in something other than just what Kevin was talking about. I giggled and just shook my head.

Glancing over at Will, I nodded towards Joy and Kevin on the bed opposite of the one we were lounging on. "Look at them. Shameful, aren't they?"

"Yeah, really. Kevin's always like that. Then again, so is Joy." Will snickered a little and opened the pizza box as I nodded in agreement. "You want some? It might be a little odd. I have a pepperoni and hamburger pizza in the other box if you prefer that one instead."

My mouth began to drool at this "odd" pizza he was offering me. "Oooh!! Mushrooms and black olives!! My favorite!! I thought I was the only one that liked that! I hardly ever get to order it because everyone else in my house hates it."

I instantly grabbed for a piece as his eyes lit up shining brightly, reflecting the smile that had quickly creeped across his face. "Great people think alike, I suppose." The smile in his eyes made me catch my breath. It's not often that a person's eyes speak just as much as their voice. I sat there staring into his eyes for a bit. Yes, his eyes were the type that you could fall into.

I nodded and layed down onto my tummy turning back to the sketchpad. I'd completely forgotten how short my skirt really was and that Joy and Kevin over on the other bed could probably look right up it and get a great shot of my white panties... and could probably see my little secret. I was interested in Will. Actually, more than interested. I hadn't really ever been one to go for a man with a beard but, for some odd reason, it looked good on him. He kept it very well trimmed and close to his face. It gave him more personality than annoying scruff. The deep color of the beard on his face contrasted nicely with the deep sparkle of his eyes. It made them look soft and gentle, especially when he looked at me.

Travis and I curled up both on our tummies laying side by side and skimming through the rest of his sketchbook. For two artists, this was complete bliss. After he'd finished showing me his stuff, he then wanted to know all about my paintings. Joy had obviously told him that I was an artist in hopes that we'd find something in common. He was excited when he found out that two of my pieces were lined up for the art auction for the next night there at the kon.

"Will you be there? What time is it? Can I come and see?"

Flattered and a bit amused at his enthusiasm, I giggled out an answer, "Yes, I'll be there. It starts at 9 pm and yes, if you want to come see it, it's open to anyone with a kon badge."

Suddenly, we stopped talking and glanced behind us at some odd sounds coming from the other bed. I blushed and he drooled. There they were, Kevin and Joy, completely oblivious to anyone else or anything else in the room.

Joy moaned as Kevin's hand slithered up her skirt, "Oh god, yes! More! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Kevin smirked and kissed her passionately, "Soon. Be patient. Relax and enjoy."

My mouth dropped open at how gentle Kevin was being with my sister. He had given off the impression that he was the type that could possibly play rough with no mercy. I knew she liked it like that but, I also knew that she was a sucker for gentle teasing and that's exactly what he was doing.

Joy began to move in rhythm with Kevin's hand as she unzipped his pants and slipped her hand down inside his pants, pulling out a full 7 inches, stroking it until his eyes began to roll back into his head, matching her rhythmic movements and fucking each other's hand.

I glanced back at Will to see his eyes glazed over and completely transfixed on the sight across from him. I traced my eyes down the full length of his body, admiring his strong arms, flat and toned stomach, and muscular legs. I tried not to glance in the direction of his crotch but, my eyes seemed to find their way there regardless. I could see the outline of him against the material of his jeans. The size of it made me blush even as I laid there fascinated by it, watching it occasionally jump against his pants the more turned on he became. I finally pulled my eyes away from his crotch only to look up and meet his eyes staring at me, glazed over and heated. I blushed and looked back over at my sister and Kevin in complete bliss screwing each other's hand. Kevin's eyes flew open and rolled back into his head as she got louder and louder, closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, they grasped hold of one another as if holding on for dear life as they came together in one giant writhing rhythm. I couldn't believe I was watching my sister get off with this guy I'd just met yet, I couldn't stop watching. Their breathing finally slowed down, still moving slowly against one another's hand, savoring the post-cum sensations as they closed their eyes and fell asleep.

I looked back up at Will, back down to his pants, and then back to his eyes. It was then that he realized what I'd seen and quickly rolled back over onto his stomach, flushing a bit. Clearing his throat a bit, he attempted to break the ice once again. "Well, [ahem] it seems as if they got their fun. Kevin's been complaining about that for months now."

"I know what you mean. Joy's been the same way. She won't shut up about it. Then again, I can't really talk. I've been complaining, too."

He quirked an eyebrow at me, "I thought Joy said you had a boyfriend."

A sad chill ran up my spine as I looked down, fighting off tears. "Yeah. Had is the key word. He broke up with me just a few days ago. We were going to stay here at the kon in the same room but, that plan fell through. Instead, I'm just going back home for sleep. I was really looking forward to spending the night with him. There's nothing like making love and then falling asleep together naked for hours, ya know?"

"Actually, I don't know. I don't really know if I'd know what to do with a woman past a certain point. I'm still a virgin."

My eyes shot back up toward his in complete shock at this confession. "You're a virgin ? You can't be! My gosh, you can't be any more than 22 and you haven't even done anything yet? You mean, you don't have girls climbing all over you? For heaven's sakes! Are they all blind or something? You're fucking hot!"

I suddenly realized what I'd just said as my eyes widened, still staring at him, in complete mortification. "Ummm.... I just said that, didn't I?"

He snickered a bit and nodded, "Yes, you did. And no, I don't have women all over me. I'm not usually this comfortable with most people. Especially girls. I've been fucked over too many times. If it's not them cheating on me then it's them deciding two weeks later that I'm not good enough for them. Hell, the longest relationship I ever had lasted two years and within that time, all I ever did was fondle a girl a bit. I never even got the chance to even try to get her off. She said she was too sensitive there and wouldn't let me try or even show me how so that I wouldn't hurt her. You know, I've never even seen a woman completely naked except on some porns that I have."

I nodded in complete understanding. "Yeah, I'm a bit leary, too. Especially in situations like this." I tilted my head back at Joy and Kevin for emphasis. "I'm really not the type of person to walk into something like this. I didn't even know something like that was going to happen."

We both giggled a bit as he added, "Yeah. I can tell that. I like girls that keep their heads on straight and their wits about them. You seem to do that rather well."

I shook my head snickering, "Oh, don't be too sure about that! If it wasn't for my sister, I'd forget where I put my head sometimes. Most of the time, she says it's stuffed up my ass but, then again, aren't all sisters like that?"

It was good to laugh with someone so freely and not have to worry about what was being said. It made me think of the times that my ex-boyfriend would have before things suddenly went so sour. I went back to munching on the pizza that had now turned a bit cold.

"You want me to warm that up for ya? This room has a microwave. Odd, isn't it? A hotel room with a microwave. I suppose it's for those TV dinners that people love to pack in their suitcase." He smirked in sarcasm.

I smiled up at him, "No. I don't mind. I like cold pizza and this really isn't that cold. Besides, I really haven't had much to eat today and I need something before I go home."

He put on a fake pout and winked at me. "Awww, are you going so soon? It's only been about.....," he glanced over at the clock, "oh, about three hours." He smirked and winked again. Oh, if only he knew what that did to me. Winks are a definite weakness of mine and for him to do that to me twice and with such and amused twinkle in his eye was nearly enough to send my head spinning. Thankfully I caught my breath and steadied myself.

"Are you alright?" he asked a bit worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little lightheaded there for a bit. Sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Maybe you're right. You need to go home. Here, take some pizza with you. After all, I'm not going to eat it all."

Will grabbed a napkin and wrapped some pizza in it. As he handed it over to me, our hands grazed one another's for a split second but, it was enough. We froze in acknowledgement of the attraction growing between us. I flushed once again and looked down as I rose up off the bed, taking the pizza in hand.

"Yes, yes I think I need to be going now."

He nodded in agreement still a little stunned. As I began to walk towards the door, he mustered up a bit of courage to ask, "Ummm... can I at least have a chance to say good night?"

I turned towards him as he walked over. Wide-eyed and with lack of breath, I looked up at him as he stood there looking at me with heated curiosity. Slowly, he took me in his arms and leaned down to place the softest, most passionate kiss I'd ever felt on my lips. It was like butterfly wings. I never knew that something so soft could have so much meaning behind it. There was no way I would be able to breathe for the rest of the night. I studied his eyes. Yes, shining melted chocolate stars. I'd never seen anything like it before.

He brushed another kiss across my lips and smiled, "Good night."

 

It all started a few nights after my boyfriend broke up from me. I'd been having dreams nightly about what my boyfriend and I would do at the kon and how we would celebrate our business's growing popularity among the anime community. I had a full wardrobe of little schoolgirl skirts and gothic catgirl outfits packed into my suitcase and ready for a whole weekend of hentai, chain leashes, hanging with other anime freaks, and of course, the room parties. The wildest ones always happened on Saturday and on this night, I'd captured the news of the best one yet.

Sophie hadn’t noticed me, and she didn’t seem to notice the mess on the bed. I turned straight around and walked out, then leant against the wall, waiting for her to start bathing. When she did, I headed in, stripped the bed, and then pulled off the plastic covering. I seriously didn’t know why my mom had set it there instead of the cloth one I preferred, but it shure saved my life. It meant that the mattress would be safe. I quickly went and put it all in the wash, making sure to add more soap and set it to “extra rinse”.

Then I went over to my shower and joined Sophie there.

“Hey Chris. By the way, what ever you did to me this morning was incredible.” She commented.

I glanced at her. “I don’t know. All it was was me fucking your ass.” I wasn’t used to using there types of words, but it was growing on me.

We soaped each other up and scrubbed each other. Then I commented, “You know, you kicked my balls when you orgasmed.” I felt a bit offended when Sophie fought a smile.

I simply got out of the shower before she could answer and I grabbed a towel. Then I pulled on some shorts and a rugby shirt. I walked up to the kitchen, following the scent of eggs and bacon. I walked in to find Roberta dressed and talking to Camilla, who seemed to be ok, other than she was keeping her legs apart. I hoped Roberta didn’t ask.

Over breakfast, we talked about things, or should I say, they talked about things, and I merely listened. I was feeling tired, and drinking a lot of water. Haha, I thought Charlie was joking when he told Alan that dehydration was the enemy in Two And A Half Men. Roberta was sitting next to me, her hand almost always on my leg. After breakfast, I washed the dishes and then walked out to the living room. They were sitting there, Sophie chatting with Camilla and Roberta had her eyes closed.

“So what do you girls want to do today?”

They glanced at each other, then Roberta said, “What do you want to do?”

“Well, The Cherry Bomb I ordered arrived yesterday. It’s a snare drum made by the Canadian company UDrum. Ive got to go pick it up. Maybe you people want to come?”

They all nodded. I then asked who could ride a bike.

A while later, I was headed to the Casa Veerkamp, a really good music store, on my pair of roller skates and Roberta on my bike, and Sophie on her own set of skates. Camilla had gone to get her own bike at her house. When we arrived at the store, I walked in and said hello, then asked about the drum. Sure, said the salesman, and he went into a backroom. He came out holding a largish box, which he set on the counter. I thanked him, tipped him and left. I couldn’t wait to get home. When I did, I tore the box open and pulled out the beautiful cherry red snare. You can look it up by going to Udrum.com. Its on the front page.

Roberta then begged me to play, and Sophie agreed. Camilla just went a long with it. She didn’t seem too comfortable, and I felt guilty. I gave them some ear plugs and played a few songs. Nothing too complex. Later we went out to the movies. Camilla wanted to see Inkheart, and since I had read the book in seventh, I backed her up.

It turned out to be a good movie, but it didn’t follow the book. Half way through Camilla said she needed to go to the bathroom. Roberta got up to go with her, but I told her I would go.

I followed Camilla to the bathroom and watched her go in. A few minutes later she hadn’t come out, and there was no one around, so I went in to see what was up. I walked in, and the fact that there were more stalls than in a men’s bathroom disoriented me. Camilla peered out of the third stall and I went towards her.

“What’s wrong? I was wondering when you would finish.”

“Yeah, well what took you so long?” She shot back. Then I understood.

“But are you ok? Aren’t you hurt?”

She shook her head, and I glanced around. Ok then, I thought. Then I walked in and she stripped her clothes off. I found the whole idea of being caught exciting. I eased up against her, and slowly slid in with difficulty. She winced, but did nothing else. I went in a little way, and then pulled out. I went in and out slowly, barely going in father than two inches. She shuddered beneath me as I started going in further slowly.

After about ten minutes I finally pushed her completely open. I had hit the far end of her vagina, where her womb started, but I wasn’t completely in. I began to push harder, pushed harder, forcing my way in further. I stopped then pulled out when Camilla complained. I started working faster, knowing that one of the girls might turn up. We were working up to climax when I heard Roberta calling, “CAMILLA! Are you in here?”

Your left hand gropes my ass as we walked out the door and down the side walk to area number five. The lock was silent as the key turned, we stepped through the gate and in front of us was a redwood hot tub, surrounded by rock tiles with dark green trim.

A lovers bench stood against the right fence, a landscaped waterfall was in the nearest corner, and a settee for two was waiting on the black iron heart shaped table, champagne in ice, in which looked like a potted planter besides it. You turned to me, kissing me on the lips while unzipping my skirt. I stepped out of the skirt; unbuttoning my blouse as you were kissing me passionately, then I laid it on the lovers’ bench neatly.

"I've waited all day for this Princess," you said to me lovingly.

"Yes Master, as have I.” The look on my eyes told you how hungry I was for your cock.

You removed your clothes and hung them over the back of the bench. The heated mists of the hot tub rose as we stood in front of each other before entering the Jacuzzi. Our naked bodies slipped into the water, and the faint scent of chlorine in the air tickled our noses. Your arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled me onto your lap. With your famous Robert Redford smiles, eyes sparkling into mine.

"Hello gorgeous” whimsical smiles in return then tender loving tones in reply ” hello Handsome.”

Your hands traveled and roamed over my body as I left a line of red glossy lip imprints along your jaw bone. My tongue trailed from your earlobe to your collar bone, you heard sultry whispers.

 

"I want you" pregnant pause… "so bad."

Without saying a word your hands lifted me up, the head of your cock brushing against my cleanly shaved pussy before lowering me onto it and holding me there. I squeeze the head with my pussy lips in response, wanting to lower myself onto it and invite you deeper inside me.

"No, Lisa." You say to me sternly, “You have to be a good girl to get cock."

Fires ignite, my cheeks flush after hearing your words.

I asked sweetly, "How can I please you My Master?"

Feeling your cock move an inch inside me while your fingertips pinch my nipples.

"I want you to squeeze my cock five times before lowering another inch.

"Yes Master” I said to you before starting to perform the task.

You reached over the edge of the Jacuzzi into your black bag to retrieve nipple clamps and a blind fold. The cool night air breezed over my nipples hardening them. I whimpered as you tightened each clamp making sure the attachment was secure.

"Now close your eyes Princess while I put the blindfold on you. “Submissively I shut my eyes.

"Yes Master" I reply, squeezing my pussy lips around your hard shaft for the last time.

"May I lower now My Master?" I asked,

"Yes you may" you said, and before I could say thank you, you thrusted your cock into me hard.

"Oh." Moans are heard in the night air, my back arched, long silky hair caressed your thighs, as I rocked my pelvis into yours.

You grabbed my hips guiding me up and down on your thick hard cock for several minutes, and then you stopped abruptly. My eyes covered in black satin, open sultry tones.

"More Master,” A whining plea "more, please more!"

You smiled at me, although I couldn't see the look, I knew it is there, for I had seen it many times. It is the look of pleasure and pride.

In a stern masculine voice you ask me. "You love Masters cock, don't you my Princess, yes??”

"Oh Yes Master.” I replied excitedly.

"Good girl" I heard you say before feeling a wash of ecstasy over my body when your cock teasingly entered and exited my moist cavern.

You yanked on the nipple clamps before attaching a thin chain to each one, making sure once again that they were secure. I raised my hips up and down to meet your movements, our bodies communicated with each other. Hot hisses in my ear as you nuzzled your chin in my neck

“That’s it Lisa baby, fuck your Masters cock, fuck it good!"

Ramming it deep inside me, and then slowing down to a gentle rhythm, your thumb on my clit made slow circles counter clockwise; my moans and whimpers were carried out into the night air. My passion intensified with your words.

"Oh God I love you."

I almost screamed as you pulled your cock out, rubbing the head against my now swollen clit a few times, and plunged back in deeper than before.

I heard commanding tones, "I want you to sit on the edge of the hot tub now my little slut."

"Yes Master, what ever pleases you," the smile on my face telling you the words I was thinking.

I stood up slowly, the water lapping against me. You tugged at the nipple clamps with your teeth as my tits hit your face. Hot flesh against cool cheek, head turning into my voluptuous breasts as I felt for the cement ground with my hands.

As I climbed over your body, droplets of water fell and drizzled down my breasts and belly. The moonlight flashed on the water beads dropping as I rose, illuminating my tanned skin tone under the moonlight. I stepped out of the tub and sat on the edge, dangling my feet in the water, still unable to see anything.

I felt your hands on each knee guiding my legs open slowly, hot kisses on my inner thigh from back of my knee to my pussy lips. My legs spread slowly as I laid my head on top of my crisscrossed arms. The tip of your tongue darted up my soft wet slit, my juices honey sweet.

Your hands cupped my ass cheeks, raising my pussy into your face. Full lips sucked at my clit, feeling it engorge and enlarge. You knew that I was heating up. Two fingers slid in easily in search of the bean size g-spot as you sucked harder on my magic button. Gentle love bites were felt as my body temperature increased, loud moans of pleasure drifted from my mouth.

My back arched then lowered, my hands reached for the back of your head, pulling you in closer to my pussy, my hips rocked against your face as my orgasm began to wax up to a climax, intense pleasure, and heaven.

You raised your head as you felt your fingers being clutched; and in a stern voice "Not yet My Sweet Treat, you know you have to wait for permission to cum.

"Oh" I cry out, feeling your lips once again suckling at my itty bitty clitty.

I moan out after several minutes...in a whiney pleading sort of sound

“Please Master, please may I cum?”

My head rose, trying to look at you, wanting to cum soo badly.

"No Princess, not yet. “ Your words echo out into the night.

Frustrated sighs, on the edge of cumming.

“Please My Master, please can I cum?"

You pause before answering, then with certainty in your voice respond.

"Yes, my little slut I want you to cum now!"

Your teeth wrapped around my clit, holding it in place as you sucked me into oblivion.

"Oh My Gawd!"

I rode the waves of the orgasm for several minutes. You licked my juices as they squirt into your mouth, drinking my passion, lapping up all my cum.

"I love the sweet taste of you My Slut." You say to me as you stood up.

Your naked body glistened under the moonlight, your hairy chest wet and fluffy, droplets from your hair kissed your cheek. You knelt beside me stroking your cock.

"Open your mouth my thirsty little cumslut."

"Yes Master" I say,

"Swallow my love baby, drink it all."

Obediently parting my lips wide and sticking out my tongue to catch my drink, I felt your cum splash against my cheeks, shooting into my mouth, rolling over my tongue and towards my throat, swallowing every last drop.

"Mmmm" I said, then licked my lips. Lust filled looks into your eyes tell you that I still wanted more.

"You are a greedy lil slut today aren't you My Sweet?"

You asked me as you placed a crooked finger under my chin guiding my face to lift up to yours. You removed the blindfold and rubbed your cock head in a circular motion on my cheek and bottom lip, soft sweet sultry tones replied

"Yes Master, I am very hungry for your love, I want to kneel before you and worship at your alter."

I turned my open mouth to the tip of your cock, and softly kissed it with full lips. I bent my knees and kneeled assuming my position in front of you.

You bent over taking my hand in yours and pulled me up, our bodies aligned and a shadow was cast on the back fence wall. You wrapped your arms around my waist; I raised my left thigh and rubbed it on the outside of your leg, purring in your ear.

"I love you, oh I love you."

You led me to a tree and asked me to stand in front of it. I did so obediently, and then you reached down into your black bag and retrieved a couple of yards of pink satin rope. You pressed your hands against both of my shoulders conforming to my body against the tree.

"Please Master, not too tight" I begged.

You made sure the rope was secure and that my arms and legs were unable to move. You reached down and picked up the black bag, sorting through it, a smile appeared on your face when you found what you were looking for.

A silver shaped egg sat in your hand, the remote still in the bag. You walked over to me, licked your fingers and probed the egg between my legs, pushing it inside my wet pussy.

The egg felt cold upon entering, and it warmed quickly, as thoughts of the last time you used this toy on me came clear in my mind. You licked your fingers again, tasting my sweetness, and looked into my eyes.

“Now My Peach, I will show you what tease means... "

Your voice faded when you bent over to search for the remote.

You turned the *incredible egg* on, and watched my facial expression change, from lustful to passionate looks back into your handsome face. You took a few steps back to admire your handiwork, enjoying the look of my body tied to a tree. You placed the blindfold over my eyes again.

The first thing you touched me with was soft and feathery. You made a path from my shoulders to my fingertips using the feather pen we bought at K-Mart, smiling as you saw the goose bumps rise on my silky skin.

"I see your body is responding to me My Sweet Pet,” then you paused and said "this pleases me."

"Ya yes Master,”

I felt heat igniting in my pussy instantly, sultry tones. "My body craves your touch, needs your kisses."

Manly tones in reply. "And soon, my sweet, you will have them."

The back of your hand brushed up my cheek, your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. My tongue darted out immediately, wanting to taste you, wanting to taste me on you.

Your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. You sucked on my pussy and tugged on my nipple clamps as you continued to kiss me. I moan out into our kiss, feeling my pussy juices, hot, sticky, squeezing the egg shaped ball that was vibrating inside me. You break the kiss, and adjust the intensity of the incredible egg.

More moans of pleasure as I feel your index finger circling my clit. You want to get me close, to the very edge of the orgasm, and hold me there. Primitive lustful growls in my ear.

"You are being a very good cumslut, you will get your reward ....pregnant pause...."soon,"

My pleas of passion echoing, "Please my Master, please let me cum," more desperate pitiful cries.

"Please, Please My Master, please let me cum." You respond with hot whispers on my neck.

"Not yet baby doll, I am going to teach you what being teased is all about"

You bend over again and lift a candle, digging in your pocket for a Bic lighter. The fire dances as you tilt the candle, and you watch little beads of melted wax drop off of my breasts and onto the tiled ground.

Then you raise it higher above my head finding a better aim. Watching each hot drop of wax fall onto my nipples onto nipple clamps, hardening before the next drop hits. You walk over to the champagne, and pick up a few crushed ice cubes.

Then you walk back over to me, and rub the ice over the other nipple, watching it harden and rise. Hot mouth on ice cold nipple. More Wax. More ice, more wax. You turned the egg up to high, leaning your body against mine, whispering into my ear the same time you thumb my clit.

"Ok baby, cum for me, cum nice and hard for me.” You hear my tortuous moans of ecstasy resonating in the wind as it blows over my body. Higher pitched cries of passion and ecstasy as I rode the wave up.

"That’s it, that’s a good lil cumslut,” strong resonating tones almost demanding in my ear.

"Cum harder for me My love.” Your voice coaxing me into oblivion.

I didn't try to stifle my moans of ecstasy heard loudly by the neighboring patrons. Husky throaty moans into our kiss as I rode the wave and then waned down. I was enjoying being washed away on waves of pleasure.

You loosened my bonds, removing the egg from my pussy. Placing it on my lower lip, my steamy hot juice applied, I licked and tasted my sweetness. You wrapped the rope back up and put it back in the *magic* bag.

I slipped my body back into the jacuzzi, sitting in front of low back jet purposely. The water jets pounded against my flesh, relieving myself of the fatigue, and aches of my muscles dissipated. I watched you walk towards me, admiring your stance and strut.

Your dark red hair curled up a lil on the ends, your deep green eyes focused on me, admiring your perfect hair patterns on your body, that I craved and needed sooo badly. Your strong physique lowered into the water. You slid in next to me, looking deeply in my eyes.

"I love you My Princess, I love making you cum soo hard.”

We kiss, our lips touch and press lightly against each other. Our mouths part, tongues dancing, the steam from our bodies becoming a mist and floats away. The jet bubbles surrounding us and lapping against the forest green tiles making tiny little splashes that sometimes jump up on our faces. Our bodies entwine, perfectly molded as one.

"I love you Master, you make my fantasies reality.”

It was exactly a week to the day that we first slept together before Deena asked me The Question.

"Dev?"

"Hmn?"

"When did you lose it?"

Je- Sus. Ten times worse than the ‘ Love ’ question. There’s absolutely no right answer for this one, and it leads right into the ‘ how many have you had ’ question. I could already feel myself pulling my pants on and searching for my keys.

"Um. I was pretty young, I guess."

Deena stroked my chest and wiggled. "How young?"

The first time a girl asked me this, I told her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Basically. I’m not entirely stupid. But our relationship still lasted a grand total of three minutes afterwards. And so, in the series of relationships that have followed, I’ve modified my answer. Now it just rolls off my tongue; I don’t even think about what I’m saying. I’m not exactly lying my ass off, because everything I was about to tell Deena really did happen. It just wasn’t my first time. And besides, it’s a cool story, at least among my buddies.

I closed my eyes and went for it. "Fourteen."

"Wow. Really?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"Were’d you do it?"

No big deal , I thought. You knew this was just a fling. Devin and Deena. No chance for any kind of relationship with names like that.

"You don’t really want to know this, do you?"

She grinned and climbed back on top of me, wiggling her pussy around on my crotch. I glanced from her face to her tits, which were gently rubbing back and forth on my chest, and I smiled at how perky they were. For such a skinny girl, they were a nice, big mouthful, too. I was gonna miss those babies.

"Yeah. I do."

God . Let it go already . I felt my cock getting happy again. So did she. I sighed as she slipped me slowly back into her pussy.

"I’ll tell you if you tell me," she teased.

"Huh." I grunted. "Sure you will."

"I will!"

"It was in a graveyard."

She giggled. "Seriously?"

I sighed again. "Yeah. I went to a Halloween party my freshman year. We all got really drunk and played spin the bottle. This older girl got dared to take me and go mess around in the graveyard down the block from where the party was."

"What was her name?"

"Susie. She was a punk-rock wannabee, so I think she had to do it, just to save face. She didn’t want to be known as the wanker-girl who couldn’t take a dare." I was beginning to have a hard time concentrating on our conversation. Deena nipped at my chin with her little, white teeth, teasing me more.

"And you did it? On Halloween?"

"Yep. And I lived to tell the tale."

"Did you like it?"

"Well, yeah. Except she bit me."

That got a laugh. "What?"

"She was going down on me, and there were all these bats flying around. It was kinda creepy. Anyway, she freaked out, and...well. She bit me."

"No way."

I rolled Deena off and showed her my cock.

"You can still see the scar."

"Omigod! Those are teeth marks!"

"Yep."

" Wait-a-minute . She bit you hard enough to leave a mark, and..."

Deena looked up at me, her eyes wide and my dick clenched in her hand.

"You still had sex?"

"Hell, yes." I grinned. "Hurt like somebody dunked it in acid when we started, but I was drunk enough that I didn’t really care. And no way was I gonna stop."

"Wow. Well after all that, I should be glad it still works. Here, let me kiss it and make it all better."

And she bent over and did just that.

 

The rest of that night went pretty well.

Fortunately for me, Deena’s mouth was full of cockmeat, so she never seguewayed into other relationship topics, and I’ve learned the hard way never to ask when and how many guys a chick’s had. Fucks with your head way too much if they tell you. But still, we were together just about the time it takes to watch an average baseball game before Deena broke up with me. Maybe she, too, realized that our name combination sounded absolutely stupid, because she swam a bit further downstream and found fresh pickings - our buddy Brian.

I didn’t get too broken up about it. Their names sounded better together anyway. I don’t know if Deena asked Brian the same crap she asked me. Probably did. But her question got me thinking about my first sex experiences; the raunchy sexual foundation that allowed me to deal with all the weird stuff that’s happened to me over the last few years, from double-teaming one of my best friends’ mom, to getting kidnapped and raped by one of my old high school teachers and her kinky friends.

 

 

 

The first honest-to-God, I-want-to-fuck-the-hell-out-of-somebody erection that I can remember happened when I was really little; maybe only three or four years old. Both of my folks were at work, and I was staying with my grandparents for the day. My grandma had a bunch of her ladyfriends over for lunch, and they were all passing me around, taking turns hugging my cute-as-a-button self in-between bites of tiny little sandwiches and sips of iced tea.

I was happily feeling each old lady up as I was transferred from lap to plump, matronly lap. They all grinned and mashed me into their big, old lady tits. Most kids I’ve know freak out when the blue hair brigade attacks, but for me, it was like heaven. After making the rounds I ended up sitting with a woman named Peggy, who lived just across the street and up the hill from my grandparents.

Peggy hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and let me sit on her lap for most of the lunch.

I spent the next hour enjoying her arm around my waist and rubbing my back up against her tits, feeling light-headed and horny. I was sporting some serious wood for a four-year-old kid. My grandma must’ve noticed how flushed I was, because after all the ladies left for home, she took my temperature and made me lie down in her bed for the rest of the afternoon.

That was okay with me. Gave me plenty of time to discover the joys of masturbation.

 

 

 

By the time I was five, I was a huge fan of the Batman television show.

Let me rephrase that: I was a huge fan of Batgirl from the Batman show. That damn costume was so sexy. Every day at noon I’d be lying on the living room floor in front of the TV set, grinding my little dick into the carpet while I fantasized about Batgirl getting caught by any one of the crazy arch-criminals. On television, the fantasy only got halfway: the bad guy would catch her in some fiendish trap, but then she’d get away.

I always wanted to see one of the supervillians rip that tight Batgirl leotard off and screw her silly. Never happened.

At least she got tied up a lot. Gotta take your thrills were you can get ‘em, even when you’re five. Actually, on the show, the heroes always got caught and tied up. The shit the villains cooked up never worked (see the Batgirl note above), but I think that’s probably where I first developed my bondage fetish. I remember running around in our basement wearing nothing but my mom’s panties and a sheet tied around my shoulders, pretending I was Batman.

That show had so much homo-erotic bullshit going on, it’s a wonder I’m not more screwed up than I am.

Granted, I really didn’t have any idea what sex was then, just that my pee-pee felt dang good when I played with it. And just the sight of Batgirls’ ass in that costume did shit to me that even smacking my dick into the wall couldn’t accomplish.

But I was soon to get a major lesson.

 

 

Everybody I know has a ‘cool’ aunt or uncle, and I was no different. When my little sister was born, I went to stay with my dad’s sister Rachel for a few days, which was great. She bought me Batman comic books and read them with me, both of us snuggled up together on her brown vinyl (she called it ‘ pleather ’) couch. Aunt Rachel took me rollerskating and out to movies (King Kong with Jeff Bridges and Jessica Lange comes to mind), and she made sure we ate at all the places I liked.

And best of all, she looked just like the television Batgirl did in her secret identity as Barbara Gordon. What kid could ask for more?

Her apartment was a cramped one bedroom with a tiny kitchen and a smaller bathroom. I think the plan was for me to sleep on her couch while I was there, so I’m not sure how I ended up sleeping in her bed with her. Maybe I ate too much ice cream and Mexican food that first night and had a bad dream; I really don’t remember. But I do know that at some point in the middle of the night, I woke up out of a sound sleep. I found myself pressed tightly against my aunt with my legs tangled in hers and my face pillowed on her chest. She was breathing hard and I could feel her arm - the arm that wasn’t pinned underneath me - moving up and down, slowly and rythmically.

Eventually she sighed softly and I felt her relax next to me.

I stayed quiet, pretending to be asleep. A few minutes ticked by and I tried to stay still, but my pee-pee (that’s what my grandma called it, anyway) was pressing against my aunt’s hip, and it was getting big and hard. I twitched, and my aunt mumbled something to herself that I couldn’t hear. Then she gently pulled away from me and rolled over onto her side.

Her body shook like she was crying and I wanted to ask if she was okay, but I didn’t. I just scooted closer to her, wrapped myself against the curve of her back and hugged her. Eventually she rolled over and kissed my forehead, hugging me back. I stayed awake a long time after that, slowly running my hand over the soft silk of her nightgown and enjoying the feel of her warmth next to me.

The next morning we didn’t talk about what had happened, but I was bound and determined to sleep in the bed with her again; not on the couch. Lady luck was with me again that night.

When it was my bedtime, my aunt helped me get in my pajamas and brush my teeth. When I was ready she tucked me into her bed with a goodnight kiss. I got a little boner as soon as her lips touched my forehead. I tried to stay awake, listening to the voices from the TV in the other room, but I guess I dozed off. I woke up again when she came in for bed and turned on the lights.

She glanced at me to see if I was awake. But I was ready for her, lying flat on my back with my eyes squished shut and snoring, pretending to be dead asleep.

"Sleep tight, Dev," she whispered, and gave me another kiss.

When she was satisfied that I was still sleeping, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then folded it and put it away. I peeked as she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. She let the skirt fall to the floor, took a hairbrush from her dresser and started to brush her curly brown hair.

My aunt couldn’t see me from her mirror, but from where I was lying, it gave me a great view of her whole body. I opened my eyes and took her all in: her tiny waist and round ass, her long, slim legs still clad in her black nylons, her small, firm breasts cupped in her lacy black bra, everything. Right at that moment, she was the living fulfillment of all the little boy fantasies I’d ever had.

And I knew then and there that no superheroine on any TV show could ever live up to this real woman standing right in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch. So I flipped my mental Two-Face coin and made up my five-year-old mind. I decided to discover what I’d missed out on the night before.

She finished brushing out her hair, and I was surprised at how long it was. It fell in lush, foamy brown curls down to her shoulder blades. When she set the brush down, I clenched my eyes shut while she stepped into the bathroom. I heard her pee, and then the toilet flushed and water was running in the sink. I listened to her wash her hands and brush her teeth, then the room got a little darker when she turned off the bathroom light.

The only other woman I’d ever seen naked before was my mom. I didn’t know what to expect from my aunt, but here she was, right in front of me, just dressed in her underwear and stockings. It was all I could do to keep still, but I knew if I moved a muscle before she climbed into bed, my scheme was all over.

After what seemed like a long time she sighed and turned out the bedroom light. The room went dark behind my eyelids, so I figured it was safe to open my eyes and peek. I watched her pad over to the bed, the soft glow from a streetlight outside the window highlighting the curves of her body. She pulled the bedcovers back, giving me a little chill. Springs squeaked as she sat on the edge of the mattress and took off her stockings.

Finally, she slipped under the covers and sighed. It’s funny, but I remember her soft skin to be freezing cold, but warm and cozy at the same time. She snuggled up to me and we both lay still, listening to the quiet.

This time, I didn’t doze off.

I was just learning to tell time at home on a real clock with numbers and hands. My aunt had a digital clock on her nightstand, which made it easier for me. When she crawled into bed the clock told me it was eleven-thirty five, and I watched it for a long time. When the clock said it was almost midnight, I rolled over on my side and snuggled closer against her.

I heard her breath catch in her throat and her body tensed when I threw my right arm over her belly.

My aunt wasn’t wearing a nightgown tonight, just her bra and a pair of panties. Her belly was warm and smooth, and the muscles in her stomach twitched at my touch. I wiggled even closer to her, until she lifted her right arm and let me burrow into the side of her body. I gently slipped my leg over hers, and then we were back in the same position we were in the night before.

She smelled good to me, like flowers. I took a deep breath and relaxed, and let my hand rest on her belly, just above her panties. She waited for me to settle in, still tense. After a of couple minutes she gently touched my shoulder.

"Devin? Are you awake?"

"Mghmpfh," I mumbled into her neck. I tucked my chin into my chest, bringing my face down closer to the swell of her breast. I mumbled again and rubbed myself against her. My face brushed over her bra, the lace pressing into my cheek.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Devin? Sweetie? Are you awake?"

I pretended to snore. My aunt shifted a little bit, and I felt cold air on my arm as she pulled the sheets back. I settled down quickly after that, with her breast mashed into my face. She didn’t get up, but she felt so tense, I wondered if I’d pushed my little plan too far already. The sheets rustled as she moved her leg and I almost panicked, thinking she was going to get up, maybe go in the other room and try to sleep on the couch.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her hand brushed mine as she slipped it under the waistband of her panties, and after a moment I felt the slow, up and down movement from her arm as she quietly played with herself. The glow from the window gave me enough light to see her legs, spread loosely open, and her fingers working under her panties.

She tried to be quiet, but occasionally she’d whimper or make little happy sounds deep in her throat. Once, her body jerked hard, shoving her leg into my crotch, and my little fella decided he wanted to play, too. I tried to make a sleepy-head sound and pushed back against her leg with my hips, rubbing my swollen little dick up her thigh. I thought she might try to wake me up and tell me to stop, but all she did was grind her hips in a slow circle. I smashed my crotch against her leg as hard as I could.

It felt so good. I made another sleepy sound and rubbed my face on her breast, trying to push the material of her bra down with my chin so that I could see her nipple. After a minute or two it worked; her hard little nipple popped out, almost right into my mouth.

I was trying to get the courage up to kiss it when she let out a long, shaky moan and her hips shot straight up, quivering in the air. Something smelled funny then, sort of like the tuna fish sandwiches my dad liked. I slid my hand down over her panties. They were warm and wet, like she didn’t get to the toilet fast enough and tinkled a little in them.

She moaned again while I was trying to process that information, her body jerking harder this time.

Her whole body twitched, and she whispered something that sounded like old cheesus . I heard a wet whoosh come from her crotch, just like the sound my pee makes when I’ve had to hold it for a long time and really have to go bad, and finally get to use the bathroom. Warm water soaked her panties, covering my hand and the inside of her legs, and then the room smelled really bad. She quickly moved my hand; then she rolled off the bed, ran into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving me lying in my first wet spot.

By the time she came out, I’d fallen asleep. I barely registered her moving me around when she changed the bed sheets. I do remember her pulling off my pajama shirt, because it was soaking wet. Then she crawled back into bed, and this time she snuggled up next to me . Her whole body felt damp and sweaty, and now, looking back on it, I don’t think she was wearing any clothes. But that could just be my memory playing tricks on me.

"Devin, hey." She said, nudging me. "Dev?"

I kept quiet.

"Don’t be scared, Dev. Okay?" I held my breath as her hand rested on my chest. "I’m...going to try to make you feel really nice."

I opened my eyes, and my aunt was smiling down at me. She kissed me softly, on the lips, and then she eased her body over mine, under the covers. Her kisses trailed down my tummy and further, and I gasped as something warm and wet wrapped around my little pee-pee. I felt her soft arms wrap around my bottom, and for a second I watched her head bob slowly under the sheets. Then I closed my eyes, and I don’t remember much more after that.

 

 

The next morning she woke me up bright and early, and we went out for a huge pancake breakfast. She barely spoke two words to me the whole meal. When we got back to her apartment, the telephone was ringing off the hook. She answered it and jumped up and down, laughing and talking a mile-a-minute. It was my dad, calling to tell us that I had a bouncing baby sister, and that he’d be by to pick me up the next day. I was just happy she was finally smiling again.

That night, my aunt got me ready for bed early. It was really warm in her apartment, so she let me sleep in just my underpants. I didn’t even try to stay awake after she tucked me in, but I woke up again as soon as she pulled back the covers. I waited until she was quiet and scooted over to her, and she wrapped her arm around me and kissed my forehead, like she always did.

"I know you’re awake, Dev." She whispered in my ear, stroking my hair. "Don’t pretend tonight, okay?"

I took a big breath, and whispered back, "Okay, Auntie Rachel."

"I know you were awake last night, too. Weren’t you?" she asked.

"Uh-huh."

She let out a deep breath. I waited quietly.

"Oh, boy. That’s not good."

"Why?" I shifted so I could look up at her. She looked so pretty there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, I just had to tell her. "Auntie Rachel, I think you’re the prettiest lady in the whole world."

She rolled onto her side, facing me.

"Devin, I...I don’t think..." She shook her head. "Really? You do?"

I was falling asleep again, but nodded solemly.

"When I grow up, I want to marry you."

She laughted softly and stroked my hair, then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.

 

My dad was ringing the speaker-bell at noon the next day. I was already packed, and my aunt helped me carry my little red suitcase while we took the elevator down to the lobby of her building. My dad gave me a big, manly-man hug, and the three of us walked to the car together.

"Hey pard’ner," he said to me, looking at his sister. "How’d it go?"

"Good." I said.

Rachel smiled and ruffled my hair. "Really good. Dev was great."

"Really? No problems?"

She shook her head. "Nope. We had a great time. He even let me keep some of his comics."

"You’re kidding." He looked down at me. "How’d she bribe you for those? Ice cream at bedtime?"

"Daaad!" I laughed at him. "You can’t eat ice cream before bed. Sheesh."

"I asked him if he’d like to spend the next couple weekends with me. I thought maybe...maybe you and Carol might need some quiet time for a while, and Dev and I had so much fun..." She shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea to both of us if he kept some stuff here with me for when he comes back."

My dad stared at his sister like she’d grown another head.

"You’re serious, aren’t you?" She nodded, smiling, and he looked back down at me. "And that sounds good to you, too, Dev?"

For just a second, I thought about my aunt when I woke up that morning, curled up naked with me in her bed. "You bet, dad!"

"Well. Then if you both want to hang out on the weekends, it’s okay with me. Let’s go ask your mom, first. She’s in the car with a little surprise for you."

And we all went to share my first look at my baby sister.

 

 

Not too long after that, my aunt met her soon-to-be first husband, an alchoholic cop named Tim. That pretty much ended our sleepovers, but they were fun while they lasted. My time as a ladies man came to a screeching halt for a couple years as well. Unless you count holidays.

But I’ll get back to that in a minute.

I managed to stumble onto my next erotic experience when I was seven or eight, on a hot summer day. The neighborhood kids had been playing war games - basically a modified version of capture the flag - for a long time, and we had a complex set of rules. We chose teams, divvied up our equipment, picked our base camps and then spread out through the neighborhood. Each team left a couple guys to guard their home base.

The guards had to watch after any kids from the opposing team that were ‘captured’, and protect all the commandeered guns and other stuff that was taken from the prisoners. In battle, to shoot somebody you had to yell their name first and then shoot ‘em three times for a capture, or five times for a kill - before they did the same to you . Then you could scavenge all their stuff. To win, a team had to either capture all the guys on the other team or kill ‘em. You could raid their home base to liberate prisoners and gear, and anybody you killed, either in battle or on raids, automatically became part of your team, making it even tougher to win the game.

We packed sandwiches for lunch, and each of us had a canteen for water that we could refill from a sprinkler hose. Once we were set, we’d play until it either got too dark to see or our parents started yelling for us to come in for dinner.

It was summer, so we had two pretty good teams, with about twenty kids running around packing toy guns and sweating in old WWII army fatigues. Even my friend John and his little brother Steve were playing, which was rare because their mom didn’t approve of us playing war. John said that was because she was from Germany and guns scared her. So they were picked last, because they didn’t have any stuff of their own to play with; and because most of us couldn’t stand Steve. He was too whiny.

In a rare case of consideration, the two team captains - a couple of older kids named Dean and Dave - set the game boundaries a good block away from Johns house to keep him from getting in trouble.

Then they flipped a coin and Dean picked me first, probably because I had a bunch of cool old army gear my grandpa had given me: helmets, canteens, ammo belts, backpacks and a lot of other stuff. Which was great because it gave me some serious bragging rights, considering I was a year younger than he was. Then the captains took turns making their picks. John ended up on my team, and we high-fived when he walked over to our little group. His little cry-baby brother was picked last, by Dave. That was cool, too. The captains decided to start the game in fifteen minutes, so we could head to our bases and sort out our gear and assign positions.

Our base was Dean’s backyard, because it was surrounded by a thick hedge with spots that you could crawl through if you needed a quick escape from an attack, and it had a picnic table and an old garage that we could use as a stockade for any prisoners. The other group trudged up the hill to Dave’s house. When we got to Dean’s, I made sure John was equipped with some good stuff, and then I pulled out a surprise from my faded green canvas backpack.

There was suddenly a lot of excitement when the guys saw what I had. A whole new era of warplay had begun. We were about to go high-tech.

"Hey, Dean!" I had to yell over the noise the guys were making.

"What?"

"Check it out."

For my birthday present, my dad bought me a couple sets of cheap walkie-talkies. They were big, black plastic things with long, telescoping antennas. Each unit had big orange button to push when you wanted to talk, and another plastic switch for volume and to turn the units on and off. I had six of ‘em, and I figured they’d give us an edge over the other team.

Suddenly, I was the man .

"Oh, cool !"

"Dude!"

"Wow! Can I have one?"

"Hey, hey! Let’s see if they work." Dean grabbed the unit I offered him and turned it on. The speaker crackled for a second, and then Dean raised it up to his ear. "Ten-four, good buddy! You copy?"

His voice came in loud and clear on my receiver. He grinned, smacked me in the shoulder and clipped the walkie-talkie to his belt.

"That’s awesome. What kinda range to they have?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. But my dad and I played around with ‘em on my birthday. He walked down to the park, and I could still hear him from our backyard. So at least a few blocks."

He smacked my shoulder again and gave me a battlefield promotion. "Cool. So here’s what we’re gonna do. Why don’t you be our reconnaisance man?"

"Huh? What’s that?"

"You take your walkie-talkie and hide out by Dave’s house, someplace nobody can find you, so you can see his whole yard. The rest of us’ll split up into little teams, and each team’ll have another walkie-talkie. If anybody gets captured, you call the rest of us and we’ll all come in for a prison break. Everybody cool?"

There was a chorus of tough-kid ‘yeah’s’. Then we all hefted our gear and slung plastic rifles and machine guns over our shoulders.

"Let’s move out!"

 

 

The game boundaries were split over four blocks: the street by my house was the west edge and from there the line crossed all the way over to the neighborhood park on the east. The end of Dean’s block marked the farthest south we could go, and then we could head north past Dave’s house, up into a hill overgrown with shrubs and trees that hid a series of trails running through a group of backyards, all the way down to and through the park. Most of the folks around ignored us, and we utilized the whole space. Except for old Mrs. Kearn’s house, unless we absolutely had to. She lived just behind Dean, and she’d smack you with a broom if she caught you on her property.

I decided to cheat a little, running up my street to the top of the hill from my house. At the top I turned west and ran along the sidewalk (which was technically out of bounds) until I could cut through the big back yard at the top of Dave’s hill. This was risky because if I was seen running out of bounds I’d get thrown out of the game - walkie-talkies or no walkie-talkies. I knew most of the guys cheated like that; you just couldn’t get caught. Another small point of concern: the yard I was running through had a big dog house, which occasionaly contained a mean, Army-guy hating bulldog.

I guess his owner was more of a Navy man.

Luckily enough, no dog today. I managed to slip through the yard without attracting any undue attention, then hopped over a little white picket fence and slid a few feet down a small hill into the trees below. I brushed myself off and made my way through the tangle of brush and blackberry bushes until I came to the edge of the woods where the trees thinned out. I knelt down behind a big old walnut tree and pulled out a pair of plastic binoculars. The street that ran in front of Dave’s house zig-zagged up the hill, right past my position. Sometimes late at night during the summer, drunk teenagers would drag race up the hill, but all was quiet now. The only car I could see was parked in the driveway across the street. From where I was hiding, I could just make out Dave’s driveway and front door with my binoculars.

Not good enough , I thought to myself. I have to get closer.

I was sipping metallic tasting, lukewarm water from my canteen and debating on my best course of action when my walkie-talkie crackled to life. I jumped, spilling water and soaking one leg of my jeans from my knee down. I twisted the top back on the canteen when Deans voice came over the speaker.

Squark went the walkie-talkie. "Hey Dev! Come in! Report your status!"

"I’m in the woods at the top of the hill. Over."

Squark . "See anything? Over?"

"Nah." I was searching the houses for a way to sneak closer, but all the front yards were too open. I needed to try something else. "I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Okay?"

Squark . "Ten-four."

I listened as everybody reported in. We were pretty spread out over four square blocks, with no enemy contact so far. Dave’s little brother, Jimmy, had been left behind to guard our camp. Everything was quiet there, too, and I didn’t have anybody in my line of sight.

It was time to make my move. I needed to get across the street to the cover of the house on the corner. I made sure I had all my gear, then I clipped the walkie-talkie back onto my backpack. I picked up my machine gun and ran like hell over to the other curb, with all my gear clanking around in my pack. I made it across the street, then dove over the sidewalk onto the lawn, rolling as best as I could with my backpack, canteen, pistol, walkie-talkie, and everything else I was carrying bumping around.

When I reached the line of bushes that ran from the sidewalk to the porch of the house, I crawled on my belly using the bushes as cover, until I’d inched my way around to the backyard. Once there, I unlatched a little wooden gate and slipped into enemy territory.

Keeping in the shadows of rose bushes and birdbaths, I quickly made my way down the entire hill. None of the houses I passed made good surveillance points. The backyards were great, with lots of places to hide out, but the houses blocked any view. And, like Dave’s house across the street, all the front yards were way too open with no cover.

My grandma’s friend Peggy lived with her husband Neil right across the street from my grandparents. Their house was the first one at the bottom of the hill; a big, creepy old three story house set on a huge yard with plenty of trees and bushes. The front of their house faced south. I was coming downhill from the north, so I reached their garage first. The garage was almost perfect for my needs: it faced the right direction and had good sight lines. I thought I could probably climb it and hunker down on the roof, but anyone standing across the street could see me if they bothered to look over this way. And besides, it looked hot. With the morning sun moving overhead, there wasn’t much shade up there.

I was already sweating like a pig, and it wasn’t even lunchtime, so I quickly discarded that plan and bolted across the driveway to Peggy’s nice, private yard. I was pretty bummed out, thinking that I’d failed in my first big solo mission. I was going to grab my walkie-talkie and break the bad news to Dean when I saw the perfect spot for me to set up shop for the afternoon.

A sturdy rose trellis ran from the ground up the side of the house, all the way to the roof. There were two sliding glass doors leading out to a deck that wrapped around the third floor, and the house and deck were well shaded by three tall pine trees.

I wiped a little bit of the grime off the garage window with my sleeve and peeked through. I didn’t see Peggy’s old yellow Chevy parked inside, so I shouldered my weapon and climbed the trellis. Somehow I managed to avoid snagging myself on the rosebushes and I flopped over the lip of the deck with a grunt. I picked myself up and blew past the sliding doors, ducking under a pair of open bedroom windows. I paused to catch my breath, then peered carefully over the railing at the street below.

"Yes!" I congratulated myself, pumping my fist in the air.

From my position I could see most of the street, both up and down the hill. I could move further around the corner and view anyone approaching from the park or from my house, and I had a great view of Dave’s entire house, front and back. I broke out my binoculars again and watched Dave’s older brother Rick, seated at a card table with Steve, eating sandwiches in the back yard. The sound of kids yelling somewhere out on the battlefield floated by with the breeze.

I pulled my walkie-talkie out and reported in. "Dean! Can you hear me?"

Squawk ! "Dev? That you? Over."

"Yeah. Over."

Squawk ! "Where are you?"

"Watching the camp. I found a really good hiding place. Nobody’ll ever see me. Over."

Squawk ! "Cool. Anything goin’ on? Over."

"Nope. Their guards are eating lunch. Rick’s got a Kool-Aid mustache. That’s it. Over."

Squawk ! "Okay. Stay put. Call in if anything happens. Okay?"

"Okay."

Squawk ! "Over and out."

I put my wakie-talkie away and settled in for the duration, thinking that it was about time for my own lunch. And that’s when Peggy’s Chevy came roaring around the curve at the top of the hill.

The door on the passenger side of the car popped open and I could see her husband holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle for dear life. The car squealed to a stop and turned into the driveway, spraying loose gravel out from under the tires. I heard the garage door opening and Peggy’s voice rose up over all that, shouting for Neil to hang on. I listened to the garage door bump closed, and a minute later Peggy and her husband stepped out of the garage through a side door.

Neil was wearing bright orange plaid slacks and a yellow polo shirt. His thin, puffy fringe of hair was white as snow and stuck up all over his freckled head. As they walked, he smoothed his hair and adjusted his hearing aid as Peggy crabbed at him. Peggy was dressed in a dressy blue jacket, with a lacy white blouse tucked into a light blue skirt. She had a thick rope of pearls wrapped around her neck and pearl earrings in her ears, and wore her iron grey hair wrapped up in a bun, pinned high at the back of her head with a pearl-white comb. She looked hot and sweaty in her suit, and she was carrying a small, brown paper bag clenched tightly in her hand.

Neil must’ve turned his hearing aid off, because she kept up a running conversation as they walked into the house, and he completely ignored her.

They banged around inside for a few minutes, somewhere downstairs, then I heard footsteps coming my way. I was crouched down underneath a window and I peeked as Peggy came through the bedroom door. Now she had a large mug in her hand instead of the bag. She took a sip from the mug, then shouted down the stairs.

"Neil! I’m going to take a quick nap, so don’t you go making any noise!"

I heard a non-commital mumble that sounded like it came from somewhere far away. Peggy slammed the door shut and flipped the lock. Then she turned, sipping her drink, and pulled the sliding doors open. I had a terrifying vision of her stepping out onto the deck and finding me there, so I ducked and hid around the corner, trying to stay out of sight. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding in my chest; so I covered my ears with my hands and waited to be discovered.

Time slowed to a creepy-crawl, but nothing happened; no yelling or screaming, nobody grabbed me; nothing.

It took a minute, but I figured out that she probably just opened the doors to let the air circulate in her room and I might actually be safe. So I carefully crawled back to my window. Peggy set the cup down on a nightstand, took off her jacket, and folded it neatly over a chair. She pulled the comb out of the bun and ran her hands through her hair, letting it fall in waves past her shoulders. She turned on a floor fan that whirred and twisted, blowing her hair around her face, then she used the comb to brush her hair until it shone, watching herself work in a large round mirror that was mounted on the wall, just above an ornate old dresser.

In all the years I’ve lived in the neighborhood, I’d never seen Peggy with her hair down before. It was so long. I was amazed enough that I barely noticed her take off the necklace and her earrings. She gently put those in a carved wooden box on the dresser top, and then she was kicking off her pumps. She paused for just a second and stared into the mirror, looking slightly surprised. My heart skipped a beat as I realized she was looking over in my direction. I hit the deck again and held my breath, then counted slowly to ten. When nothing happened, I raised myself back to the window in time to see Peggy unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I licked my dry lips and watched, stunned speechless as she unbuttoned her blouse.

Suddenly, I was a lot warmer than I had been a just minute ago. I swallowed around a hard knot in my throat and wiped sweat out of my eyes.

Fear and fascination battled each other, and my penis - the good soldier that it was - snapped to attention, making me tremble. I knew I shouldn’t be watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I drank in every little detail of Peggy’s body as she folded the blouse in half and set it with her jacket. She was getting old and plump around the edges, but right now that was fine with me. Thanks to the mirror, I had a great view of her front as well as her back side. I was busy staring at her heavy breasts, trapped in her bra - a great big, plain white satin thing - when she bent over and wiggled out of her slip. Her hips were wide and round, and underneath her slip she was wearing large white panties over a girdle-like garter belt.

Peggy pulled down her panties, then she unclipped and rolled down her white stockings and followed those with the girdle. All of it went on top of the pile of clothes on the chair, and then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She tossed that with the rest of her things and paused to massage her breasts. Completely naked now, Peggy sighed and turned towards the bed.

My eyes bugged out when I caught a glimpse of the soft, white downy puff of hair between her legs. And what happened next made all my fears of being discovered completely vanish.

Peggy crawled onto the bed with her feet facing straight towards me. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, bending them at the knees so her feet were braced on the brass footboard. She closed her eyes and her left hand trailed down her belly until she was tickling her pubic hair, and then her fingers kind of walked down between her legs. She began playing with her breasts with her right hand, toying with her nipples. Her left hand disappeared down her crotch. I had to stand up to get a better view.

And what a view. Peggy was poking her fingers into a pink hole in her crotch and her hips were grinding into the bed sheets. I was mesmerized by her fingers, slipping in and out of that pink place. It looked wet. Suddenly, visions of my aunt flooded into my head, of us lying together in her bed, her hands buried in her panties, and I realized that I was finally seeing Peggy do to herself now what my aunt had been doing then, in the dark.

Unconsciously, I started rubbing my crotch as I watched Peggy masturbate. She eased a few of her fingers all the way inside herself and buried her head back in her pillows. Through the open window I heard her start moaning loudly and saw her toes clenching against the brass rail of her bed. She was shoving her fingers into her little pink hole over and over, as fast as she could.

Vaguely, as if in a dream, I heard myself moan with her. I was so dizzy, to keep from tipping over I had to steady myself by bracing a hand on the wall.

I needed some relief, consequences be damned. Almost without thinking, I unbuckled my utility belt and unbuttoned my jeans, which promply fell down around my ankles. I pulled my hard little dick out of my underwear and started jacking off, trying to imagine myself in Peggy’s bedroom, lying with her, touching her.

Peggy’s body jerked up and down a few times as I watched, and she slowed to a stop, panting. Things were just getting good on my end too. I was on the verge of a whole new revelation happening down in my underpants, and that’s when my walkie-talkie squawked back to life.

My platoon was in a firefight. Dean was calling in a panic, and after the loud crackle of static he started yelling through the speaker.

Squawk! "Dev! Dev! Come in! They raided our camp and got everything ! I need..."

Oh shit! I heard myself blurt out a curse, and then I was tripping over my pants trying to get to the walkie-talkie and shut it off. I fell onto the deck, crawled to my pack, rolled onto my butt and sat up with the walkie-talkie in my hand. I hit the talk button, hoping against hope that Peggy hadn’t heard.

"Dean! Don’t...I’m not..." It was a valiant effort, but I was way too late.

"What...Devin?" said a voice.

I knew it didn’t come from my walkie-talkie, and I kicked myself mentally, knowing that if I didn’t want to be discovered, I should’ve turned the thing off right when Peggy and Neil pulled into the driveway.

Too late. Now, the jig was up.

I looked up to find Peggy glaring down at me, fumbling with a silky looking white robe she’d pulled over her naked body. The robe didn’t help hide anything, if that’s why she put it on; it was so sheer I could see every thick curve, her big, hard nipples, even the color of her skin through the thin material.

I felt awful. I’d failed my mission. I hit the talk button one last time. "Dean. I’m caught."

" Devin !" Peggy shouted. "What are you...doing...here...?"

Peggy’s voice trailed off and her cheeks quickly turned a rosy shade of red as she took me in. I had the walkie-talkie pressed against my ear, my jeans were tangled around my tennis shoes and my boner was fading fast, but it was still pointing right at her.

"Oh-my-God," she whispered, and grabbed me by the ear.

"Oww!"

She twisted hard and yanked me to my feet, and twisted again. "Just what do you think you’re doing here, young man?"

The words came out of me in a rush.

"My friends and I were playing army, Mrs. Jones, and I thought this would be a good place to hide while they..."

She gasped and shook me. "More? Where! Where did they hide?"

"N...no...Mrs Jones! It was just me! Everybody else is still playing...see, I was pretending to be a spy, and I needed someplace to hide so I could see over there and give my team the scoop on all I could see about what the other guys were doing, and..."

Peggy seemed to take that entirely the wrong way. "You were spying on me! Oh, what would Mary say? Her grandson a peeping tom! What did you see?"

"Nothing! I mean..."

She backed me up into the deck rail and shook me again, harder, making me drop my walkie-talkie. It hit the rail and bounced over the edge. I never heard it hit the ground.

"Don’t you lie to me Devin Smith! Look at you, with your privates hanging out! I know exactly what you were doing!" She waggled a finger at me as she scolded me. "Well, we’re going to have to call your grandmother about this!"

Oh no , I thought. Not that. I’ll get a spanking for sure . "No, please Mrs Jones, don’t call my grandma, please. I didn’t mean to look, really, I just..."

"Then we’ll just go downstairs and call the police! You might think you just got yourself a nice peepshow, but you just wait, you little..."

She dragged me into her bedroom by my ear, pulling me towards her door. I pictured her husband, seeing us coming downstairs like this, and what he might do. I got so sick so fast I almost barfed, and started pleading with her for my life.

"No! I mean, I know I shouldn’t of been looking, Mrs. Jones. But you...you’re just so pretty, and you were having such a good ti..."

That seemed to kick some of the wind out of her sails. She stopped just short of the door and turned to me in a huff.

"What?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"What did you just say?"

What did I just say? "Uh, you were having a..."

She shook her head. "No, no. Before that. You said I was pretty ?"

I gulped and nodded. Shock from the realization of what I’d done was taking over, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My bottom lip started to tremble and I stuttered a little bit when I answered.

"Y-yeah. I think you’re really, really pretty, Mrs. Jones. Really."

Peggy didn’t speak or move a muscle. She just stood there, watching me carefully, the ends of her robe fluttering in the breeze from the fan. I caught another, tantalizing glimpse of her pubic hair. The room smelled funny, kind of wet and fishy. I remembered my aunt Rachel’s bedroom once smelling the same way.

My mouth went dry, so I licked my lips and tried again. "I’ve always thought so, and...and the more I w-watched, I...I..." I shrugged helplessly, and the tears started to flow.

"You what ?"

"I just liked watching," I said in a small voice. "I think you’re really pretty, and I wanted to watch. That’s all."

I hung my head and stood there quietly, my face burning with shame.

"Well," she said. "Well. I never."

Peggy released my ear and took my wrist, guiding me towards her bed. She sat down, making the bedsprings squeak, and pulled me in front of her. She cupped my chin in her hand and forced me to look her in the eye, then watched me for a long time. Eventually she nodded quickly, once, like she’d made a decision.

"All right. I believe you. How long were you out there? You tell me the truth now."

Scared as I was, I was having a difficult time concentrating. Her robe had flopped open down to her waist, and now I was just inches away from her. The fishy smell was a lot stronger now that we were by the bed, and I thought I could smell it on her hand, too. I could feel my little penis getting happy again. I got mad at it suddenly, thinking that this mess was all its fault. I fought a losing battle with it, until the dang thing was sticking straight out of my underpants.

"A long time, I guess. I...was already there when you guys got home." I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers so she wouldn’t notice the thing rearing its ugly head below us.

"I see." No luck. She saw it. "My," she said. "You look like you’re having some trouble with that."

I nodded into her hand. "Yes’m. It’s just been doin’ that all afternoon."

"Hm." She looked down at me and I swear that she smiled. Then she shook her head. "Devin, do you think a good little boy would do what you did today?"

"Um. N-no ma’am."

"So you agree you were a naughty boy."

I thought about it for a minute. I wished she’d let me go, because my pee-pee seemed to like her touching my face.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And you don’t want me to call your grandparents."

"No ma’am."

"Or the police."

"Oh, please, don’t Mrs. Jones! I didn’t..."

She let my chin go and took my wrists again, making our little friend bounce around down there. This time I was sure she smiled.

"Well. So what do we do?"

"Uh...let me go? I promise I’ll never do it again. Really."

"I’d like to believe that Devin, but I just can’t. I honestly think you need to be punished for being a very bad little boy." Her grip on my wrists tightened. I remember thinking that she was pretty strong for an old lady. "So I’m going to give you a spanking. And afterwards, I hope you won’t ever think about doing something like this ever again."

And with that, she pulled me down across her knee. I was so shocked I didn’t even fight. My pee-pee slipped along the smooth material of her robe, and a shiver of pleasure raced through my body.

"I’ll try not to make this hurt too much," she said.

Then she pinned my wrists together with right hand, pushing them deep into her mattress. She yanked my underpants down enough to expose my bottom, and gave me a good, hard smack that brought tears to my eyes and made me wriggle against her thighs. She smacked me again and again, and I kicked and squirmed as she hit me, until my bottom actually went numb.

It hurt at first, but after a while the pain stopped and I started to kind of enjoy the feeling of my naked flesh rubbing against the cool silk of her robe and her warm skin. Peggy spanked me until my bottom was fiery red and swollen, and at some point I heard myself cry out and go limp in her lap. She stopped then and let me catch my breath. She let go of my wrists and I almost fell to the floor in a heap.

"That should do it. All finished." She stood up and patted her bed. "Devin, I want you to lie down on your stomach. I know that’s going to hurt, so I want you to let me put something on your bottom for you. I promise it will make it feel better."

I sniffled and let her help me crawl onto her bed. She left the bedside and opened a door that led to a large bathroom, and I heard her rummage around. When she returned, she sat next to me on the side of the mattress, causing me to slide towards the edge, right into her. I let her pull my underpants down around my knees. I was hurt and embarrassed beyond caring, and kept my face buried in her pillows until I felt her soft hands rubbing something cool and slick over my bottom.

"There. Does that feel better?" she asked.

I nodded and sniffled into her pillow.

"I want you to roll over now, Devin, and look at me."

I shook my head, no .

"Devin, roll over right now, or I’ll spank you again."

I rolled. I glared at her, my face beet red and swollen with tears, willing her to drop dead. She rested her sticky hand on my belly, and try as I might to stop it, my little man perked right back up, poking inches from her hand. She looked down at it and grinned, then back at me.

"Insistent, isn’t it?" She grinned. "Devin, I want you to know exactly what you saw today. I want to understand why I was so angry with you. Do you?"

I managed a nod. That seemed to be all she needed.

"Good," she said. She just smiled at me for a minute, then looked back at my penis, bobbing around next to her hand. "Well. Did you get to...finish?"

Huh? I wondered. Finish what? "I...don’t know. For sure, I mean."

"Oh," she said and then smiled. "Would you like some help?"

"Help...?"

Still smiling, she moved her hand and stroked me. It was like fire exploded through my whole body. I suddenly felt like I was going to pop down there. Then she slid onto the bed, lying next to me, and gripped me.

"Do you like that?"

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. She’d just punished me for watching and doing this, and now she wanted to help me and do it herself? I didn’t understand, but I was feeling so good suddenly - bruised butt or no bruised butt - I just knew that I didn’t want her to stop touching me. She smiled and moved her hand slowly up and down. The slick goop on her hand made a wet, slurping sound as she stroked me, and I lay there, very still, as if the smallest movement would cause her to stop.

"Mmn. You do like that. Here," she said, and shifted until she was kneeling above me, never taking her hand off me. "Let’s try something, okay?."

I nodded again, and Peggy lifted her leg over my body and settled on top of me. Something warm and soft and wet pressed down onto me and she used her hands to guide me where she wanted me to go. An instant later that warmth engulfed me completely, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Peggy sighed quietly and her eyes flickered closed for a moment, then she braced her hands on the bed at either side of my face. Her robe fell gently around us and her hair tickled my face, making me giggle.

She laughed with me and swept her hair back over hers shoulder. "Did that tickle?"

"Uh-huh. A little."

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Um. Yeah...I mean, can I?"

That made her smile again, and she leaned back, took my hands in hers and slowly ran them over her body. She let me cup her breasts and showed me how to gently tweak her nipples.

"You like my breasts, don’t you Devin?"

I grinned. "Uh-huh. I really do."

"Here," she said. "Kiss them for me."

That little thrill ran through me again as she bent over me. She made me cup her breasts with my hands and squeeze them around my face, and she started to squirm her bottom around on me when one of her hard nipples popped into my mouth.

"This is how mommies and daddies make children, did you know that?"

I nodded. Jimmie Davis told all of us - the whole gang - about sex a whole year ago, and I figured that’s what we were doing. His dad had told him all about it after Jimmie found a bunch of Playboy magazines hidden in a box in their basement.

I think he got a couple things wrong, though. I’d have to remember to fill him in.

And then I had an awful thought. I let Peggy’s breasts go, and asked: "Wh-what about M-Mr. Jones? Won’t he be angry i-if he...?"

"Don’t worry, Sweetie. He won’t notice. If I know Neil, he’s probably drunk, asleep in the basement. And he’d never hear anything, or come up here, anyway."

"You’re sure it’s okay?"

Peggy shushed me with her finger to my lips.

"Shhh. Quiet now," she said, and just moved on top me, slowly, kissing me once in a while or playing with my hair and letting me touch her wherever I wanted, until I heard her cry out softly. Warm water trickled down the insides of my legs and over my hips, and Peggy shuddered and collapsed on top of me.

I remember wishing that I was bigger down there, because for some reason I knew that I could feel even better with more of me inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her back, wanting to pull her even closer, and I held her like that for a little while. We were both breathing hard and thought I heard her crying, so I asked if I’d hurt her.

"No Sweetheart, you didn’t. You just made me feel so happy. Sometimes...sometimes a person just needs to cry, even when they’re happy."

"Oh," I said.

"Did you have a nice time, too?"

"Yeah." I said, feeling a little disappointed if we were finished.

"Would you like to make me feel very happy, Devin?"

I nodded my head vigorously. Maybe we weren’t done yet, after all. "Yeah! Sure! How?"

Peggy rolled over, onto her back, and spread her legs. "Would you kiss me down there?"

Huh. I wasn’t sure about that. Even though that place felt really good, it was where all the yucky fishy smell was coming from.

"Really? You’re sure?"

"I’m sure. If you lay on top of me, I can kiss you too. Here," she said, and I eased myself on top of her. "Just like that. Go ahead and play with me, do whatever you want. Just be gentle."

"Okay..." I wrinkled my nose at the smell, but kissed her soft hair and she wiggled happily.

Peggy spread her legs wider, showing me that strange, pink spot. I went adventuring and scootched further down on her belly, using my fingers to poke and pry between her legs. I was suprised when one of my questing fingers slipped right inside her, and grinned like an explorer who’d just struck gold.

"Oh, Devin, do that...gently, sweetheart...I like that..."

Peggy had a big bottom and a big, soft belly. I felt like I was lying on a big pillow. To keep my balance and not roll off, I had to drop my legs and lay on her. I jumped when she grabbed my penis.

"Don’t be s-s-scared, D-Devin. I’m just going to s-s-suck you, l-like a l-l-lollipop. Okay?"

I was too busy to answer, but when she slurped me into her mouth, just like my aunt Rachel had. I almost fell off the bed. She kept me from falling by grabbing my tender bottom and I jerked, shoving myself further inside her mouth. She made a yummy sound and pulled me down hard, and I felt something tickling my pooper.

"Oww..." I gritted my teeth until the ache in my bottom died down, and went back to work on my end. The tickle in my bottom changed after a while, and I felt something poking me down there. And then all of a sudden I was feeling really dizzy, and a feeling I’d never had shot through me. My toes curled and I bunched the bedsheets in my fists while she sucked me and poked her fingers in my bottom, and I could barely move. All I seemed to be able to do was jerk around uncontrollably, and I heard my belly whacking her face.

I’m not sure how long my first orgasm took to stop, but I remember collapsing on top of Peggy, feeling completely exhausted, and I remember her hands petting my bottom. And then I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew she was gently shaking me awake. We were cuddled together under a light sheet, and I could see the clock on her nightstand.

"Time to wake up Devin. It’s getting late. You should probably go home now, Sweetie, so your folks don’t get worried."

"Oh wow." I groaned and sat up in the bed. "What happened?"

She grinned and stood up, then helped me get dressed.

"Did you have fun?" she asked.

"You bet, Mrs. Jones. A lot."

"Good." When I was dressed, Peggy kissed me on the lips and pulled me into a tight hug. I enjoyed the feel of her soft skin for a minute, and then she wiped my lips with her thumbs and held me out at arms length. "Devin, you know this is something we can’t tell anyone about, don’t you?"

I nodded. Peggy looked me hard in the eyes, and then she smiled again. "I think, if any of your friends ask about what happened, you should tell them that I made you clean my basement today. Does that sound mean enough?"

"Okay." I agreed. "They’d believe that."

"Can you climb back down the way you came?"

"I think so." I picked up my stuff, and then Peggy walked me back outside. The air had cooled down a lot from that afternoon.

"Devin." I turned to face her, and her smile vanished. "Don’t come back here again. If you do, I will call the police. Do you understand?"

I nodded solemnly. "I understand, Mrs. Jones."

Peggy smiled again and gave me a last, quick peck on my forehead. Then she stepped back, pulled her robe tight around her body and she watched as I climbed down the trellis as fast as my sore ass would let me.

 

When I hit the ground, I found what was left of my walkie-talkie.

It had hit the edge of the patio and bounced off onto the sidewalk, finally coming to rest in a heap of cracked plastic and transistors. The battery had rolled off the curb and was lying in a bunch of garbage in the street. It looked like it had been run over a few times while I was inside with Peggy.

I sighed and tried to salvage what I could. I didn’t see any of my friends over at Dave’s, so I mourned my loss as I made my way down the block to Dean’s house. Everybody was in the backyard when I got there, busy swapping war stories and sorting out the days plunder.

John saw me first and yelled as I dragged my backpack up the driveway.

"Dev! What happened to you?"

I almost spilled it. Almost. But then I remembered my promise.

"Mrs. Jones caught me on her deck." I held up my broken walkie-talkie. "I got in a little trouble."

Everybody groaned. "What’d she do? She call your grandma?"

"Naw. I had to clean her basement. It was nasty."

"Wow. Serious? Was she creepy?"

I thought about what to say, then shrugged. "Naw. Not really. She...she was kinda nice about it, actually. She, uh, gave me some dessert when I finished."

That impressed everybody. Dean made a comment about my fortitude in the face of capture, and then the guys mostly lost interest after that. A few minutes later we started hearing our folks shouting "Dinnertime!", and we split up for the day so we could fight again tomorrow.

 

 

 

The next day found me back in my gear, on the run.

Dave and a couple other guys on his team had caught me alone down by the park. I was fast enough to get into the woods, but now they were all chasing me through the trails. I couldn’t see them through the trees so I didn’t know how far behind me they were, but I could hear ‘em. That was enough for me; I just kept running and didn’t bother to look back.

My helmet almost went flying when I tore out of the woods, but I smashed it back onto my head, hard. Somehow, I made it across the street and managed to duck behind the front of a big, white van parked at the curb, just as Dave, Ricky and Jimmie bolted from the trees. I was still out in the open; anybody coming up the hill could’ve seen me and tipped the guys off. I had to do something, quick, and just running down the hill wouldn’t work. They’d pick me off after a few steps.

"Where’d he go?"

That was Dave’s older brother, Ricky.

"I dunno, that way, maybe?"

Jimmy.

"Up the hill?

Ricky again. I looked around, hoping someone from my team was close by; maybe they’d jump out of a bush so we could pin the other guys in a crossfire. Jimmy had a cool new machine gun that would suit me just fine, since someone had already got the jump on me once that morning and snagged mine in the looting. But no one sprang out to help; I was on my own.

Then I had a thought. I didn’t have my pack today, ‘cause my bottom still hurt and I didn’t want all the extra weight. I dropped to the ground and wriggled under the van, hoping they’d head up the hill, knowing that this just wasn’t enough cover for them not to find me if they came this way.

"Okay. You guys go look that way; I’ll follow back down the road and we’ll meet around the corner at Colin’s house." That was Dave.

From my point of view, I watched two pairs of dirty tennis shoes pound up the hill, and another pair turn and slowly walk down the street towards my hiding place. Dave was coming my way. Every few feet he’d pause, then move again. I had my pistol in my hands and pointing at his shins when he stopped right at the back of the van.

I almost giggled. Dave was humming the ‘Batman’ theme under his breath. I heard him dig around in his pocket, then some paper rustled and a crumpled bubblegum wrapper dropped at his feet. He just stood there, singing to himself for a minute, chewing his gum without a care in the world.

"Hey Dave," I said.

"Huh?"

"Down here."

He bent over and peeked under the van.

"Gotcha," I said, and shot him three times in the face. " Bang , bang , bang ! Team change!"

"Crud," he said. "I knew you were there all the time."

"Sure you did." I laughed, and crawled out from under the van. I told him to go wait for Dean at our base. "Go ahead and keep your stuff."

"Really? You’re sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Thanks!"

"Hey, Dave?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Do you have any grenades left?"

Grenades were good for getting a bunch of guys to change teams. They’d work a heck of a lot better than my pistol, or even Dave’s rifle. You didn’t have to shoot a bunch of times or anything; you could just lob ‘em into a yard and yell ‘BOOM!’, and everybody there was suddenly on your team.

"What are you gonna do?"

I grinned. "I’m gonna go hide over at Colin’s and wait for your brothers."

"Aww, crud," he said again.

He handed me the grenades, and then he ran down to Dean’s. Right when he left, I heard a car tear around the corner, tires squealing, and I backed out of the street just in time to see Peggy’s Chevy fly by me, race down the street, and pull into her driveway.

I really meant to keep my promise to her and stay away from her house. I did. But I knew I could save a few minutes on my way to Colin’s by cutting through her backyard. I had to make a battlefield decision.

Reluctantly, and with the Batman theme stuck in my head, I holstered my pistol and checked to make sure no one was watching, then climbed through the closest hedge and made my way down to Peggy’s. I followed the same route I had the day before and reached her garage a minute or two later. I saw her car through the smudged window, parked and empty, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. Inside the house, I could hear her shouting at Neil.

I guess I was feeling a little tired, so I plopped down on a garden bench and took a load off. A few minutes later, the sliding doors slid open and Peggy stepped out onto the deck.

I didn’t think she could see me from where she was standing. But I couldn’t see her very well either, so I jumped off the bench and hid behind the corner of the garage. Peggy still had her hair pinned up in her usual bun, but she’d already taken off her clothes and slipped into her robe. I could see the dark circles of her nipples through the material, and a small shiver ran through me. As I watched, she walked around the side of the house, and then back. She leaned over the edge of the deck and peered around at the yard. I saw her sigh, and she looked kind of sad, almost disappointed. Then she turned and went back inside.

The doors closed, and I stood there, not sure what to do.

I thought about climbing up, but the thought of her calling the police stopped me before I took a step. Instead, I climbed over her fence and snuck into the next backyard, on my way to Colin’s to ambush Ricky and Jimmie.

I went back every day that week. And every day at almost exactly the same time, Peggy’s car would zip down the hill. She’d park the car, and she and Neil would argue until they got inside. I’d stand at the back of the garage and wait until she came outside, just so I could see her.

And that’s where I was, waiting for her, when John snuck up on me.

"Dev? What’s goin’ on? You said you weren’t supposed to be here...mmbph!"

"Shhh!" I hissed, and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shut up!"

I was getting to be a pretty big kid, but John had a good four or five inches on me and outweighed me by maybe twenty pounds. He smacked my hand away and glared at me. He was on my team again, which explained why he didn’t try to shoot me, but not how he found me. He tried asking again.

"What’re you doing here...?"

"John, be quiet !"

I grabbed him and pulled him back. John’s eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped down to the ground, because above us, Peggy was peering over the railing.

"Oh, wow ..." John whispered in my ear. "She’s...she’s..."

Completely, totally, butt-naked. Today, Peggy wasn’t wearing any clothes.

I whacked John on the shoulder and told him to shut up again. He shut his mouth so fast his teeth clacked together. We watched quietly until Peggy went back inside and then he grabbed me again, his eyes wide with excitement. His questions came hard and fast.

"Dev! Did you see that? I can’t believe it! How did you find out? Oh wow ! Does she do that every day ? That’s how you got in trouble, huh?"

"John, cool out." I rolled my eyes.

"What?" He pointed up at the deck. "Did you see that? I mean, she was naked!"

"I know! I know! I’ve been hiding here, watching her all week!"

"So...so did you see her when you were...up there?

I nodded. "Yeah."

" Really ?"

"Uh-huh."

"No shit? How’d you get up there?"

I waved at the rose bushes. "I climbed."

John’s eyes lit up. "What’d she do?"

"Oh, man. I promised not to tell anybody."

"C’mon! I won’t tell! How’d she catch you?"

I sighed. And then I spilled the beans and told him the whole story.

"No way!"

"Yep."

"That’s so cool!" He was staring at the bushes, like he was a thousand miles away.

"John? You okay?"

"Yeah." A slow grin spread across his face. "I wanna see."

Panic . "What?"

"C’mon. Let’s go up there."

"No way! She’ll call the cops!"

"No she won’t. You said she comes out every day, like she’s looking for you, right?"

"Well, yeah, But, she said..."

He grabbed me and started pulling me towards the trellis. "Forget what she said. C’mon, Dev. I just wanna look. If we’re really quiet, she won’t even know we’re there."

Looking back, it was the first time he talked me into something that I knew I shouldn’t do. It wouldn’t be the last.

When we made it to the deck, I pointed to my window and we tried to sneak by the open glass doors. We never made it. Peggy was just stepping out of her bathroom when she saw the two of us, frozen on our tip-toes, on the deck. She was carrying something big and pink and rubbery in her hand, and she jumped, startled. I got a dirty look that made me cringe, and then I realized the thing she was holding looked an awful lot like my the thing dangling from my crotch, only about ten times bigger.

" Devin !?"

Oh man , I thought. Sure, we’ll be quiet. She’ll never even see us. Sure John, okay . "Uh, hi?"

I tried a devil-may-care grin and waved. Peggy put her hands on her bare hips, making the pink thing she had clenched in her fist flop around, and she stared us down. John shuffled his feet and stared at a spider crawling along the deck.

"Well," said Peggy. "What have we here? Two naughty peeping Tom’s, instead of just one? And who might this be?"

"This is my friend John." I had to think fast, but my brain was in a deep-freeze. "We, uh..."

"Didn’t I tell you not to come back here, Devin?"

"Yeah. And about the police, too. I remember. I promised, an’ I’m sorry, but, uh..."

"I talked him into coming, Mrs. Jones."

We both stared at John. He was looking defiantly at Peggy, his chest puffed up and his chin out, like he was daring her to punish us. It took a lot for him to do that, and in that second, I knew he was a true buddy. Maybe Peggy sensed it too.

"Well," she said again. "What am I going to do with the two of you?"

We stayed quiet. Better to be in trouble and not say anything, than to say something dumb and get in deeper.

"Did you get to see everything you wanted, young man?"

"No, ma’am," John said.

We stared at him again.

"Excuse me?" Peggy blinked, and cocked her ear towards us, making her boobs wiggle. "What did you say?"

John licked his lips.

"Well, sounds like you showed a lot more to Devin, before. Ma’am. An’ he says you’ve been looking for him everyday, so I figure you wanna show him even more."

"Oh, Devin." Peggy shook her head and turned her eyes back on me, waggling the floppy thing at me. "You’ve been spying on me again?"

I grinned weakly.

"I suppose I should have expected that." She shook her head again and waved us inside. "Well, come on in, you two."

John and I exchanged quick glances. His face was beet red, all the way from the collar of his white t-shirt up through his blonde hair. He licked his lips, I shrugged and he followed me inside.

"I suppose I won’t be needing this." Peggy set the rubbery thing on the nightstand, turned on her fan, smoothed her sheets, and sat on the bed, regarding the two uf us. Finally, she smiled. "Well. What would you boys like to do today?"

John grinned. "Uh, whatever you want?"

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

"All right. Since I’m the only one here without any clothes on, let’s get you boys more comfortable as well. What’s your name again?"

John shot me a look. "John."

"Come closer, John. Let me help with this." Peggy started to wrestle with his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his jeans. John was breathing hard, his eyelids half-shut. "John, did Devin tell you everything we did?"

He nodded.

She looked over at me. I hadn’t moved a muscle. She yanked his jeans and his underpants down to his knees. His little boy equipment was hard and ready for service. "Then he told you about how I have to punish naughty boys?" He nodded again, and let Peggy bend him over her knees. She raised her hand and glanced at me. "Devin, why don’t you get the ointment?"

 

I didn’t know until much later - just a year ago, actually, after I had an affair with his mother - that our afternoon with Peggy wasn’t John’s first time having sex. In just another year or two, John and I would go down our seperate paths, eventually taking us both into much darker places. But for the rest of that summer, we were as close as two kids could be, and we didn’t spend much more time playing army with our friends. We had other ways to spend our afternoons.

Unfortunately, our trysts only lasted until school started again, and the next summer Peggy’s husband began having heart problems. Then things fell apart with my parents. My dad started drinking - heavily - and we dealt with it by hiding the fact that he was now officially an alcoholic. After a couple years of co-dependency, drunken binges, and blackouts, he got in a bad car accident and woke up in jail. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, but even that, and losing his drivers license, didn’t help. Eventually, my mom couldn’t handle it anymore; they had a final blow out, knock-down, drag-out fight one night after he came home smelling like a beer/perfume factory, and he agreed to move out.

So my dad packed up his stuff and left the night I graduated eighth grade. That’s when my sister and I learned the peculiar joys of having a divided family.

On holidays, we shuffled around from my dad’s family to my mom’s family, visiting back and forth, all of us always stressed out and every year saying we’d never do it again. But every year we did.

The Christmas weekend during my junior year of high school was the worst.

 

 

 

We spent Christmas Eve down the street at my grandparents house, with my mom’s sister - my aunt Debbie - and her husband Gregg, their seven kids and his folks. Even a couple of my great aunts and uncles showed up with bags bulging full of food and wrapped gifts.

Everything started out okay, especially that first night; my grandma fixed one of her patented holiday dinners, cooking enough food to serve a small army. We all spent a noisy couple of hours stuffing ourselves full of turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy and more, until we couldn’t breathe. After dinner, my grandma forced plates overflowing with pie a-la mode on everybody, and then the kids got their way and the group moved to the living room to gasp and wheeze, let the belts out and to open presents.

While everybody settled in, my grandpa corralled me into helping him clean up the mess. We cleared away the dishes and stocked the dishwasher, put away the tablecloth, and folded up the card table that had been the kids table; dragging it into the spare room. When we were finished, my grandma took me into the kitchen and handed me a foil-covered plate of cold food.

"Devin? Will you be a dear and take this over to Peggy for me? She was home all alone tonight, and I want her to have a nice supper."

It wasn’t snowing or anything, but it was still damn cold outside. I was about to whine about not wanting to go, but then one of my little cousins pulled the Christmas tree down with a crash, sending my grandma’s antique Christmas ornaments scattering around the room and her high-blood pressure into overdrive.

"Oh, Les!" She moaned at my grandpa, bustling off. "Why weren’t you watching her! Carrie, no-no, honey! Don’t eat that! No! Sweetie! Not in the fire! Here, give it to granny... "

My grandpa just grinned, and I judged that frostbite from walking across the street was preferable to dealing with the chaos of getting the tree back into shape. So I snuck out the back door and ran across the street. I took the stairs leading up the hill to Peggy’s door three at time; rang the bell and waited, freezing. Except for a light on in the front room, her house was dark. I could hear the chime from somewhere deep inside the house.

Nothing.

I hopped around on her porch trying to stay warm and rang the bell again, keeping my finger pressed to the buzzer, singing this little ditty: "Oh, come on, Peggy. Please. Open the door. Come on, come on, come on..."

A light went on in the hallway, and a second later, a bloodshot eyeball peeked out from around some gauzy curtains and squinted at me.

"Who’s there?"

"Mrs. Jones? Peggy?" I smiled at the eyeball and held up the plate of food. "It’s Devin. My grandma asked me to bring you some dinner?"

"Devin?" The eyeball blinked. "Mary’s grandson?"

"Yep. Peggy, Can I come in? It’s really cold out here, and I didn’t bring a coat."

"Devin?" She asked again, then the eyeball disappeared and the curtain fell back into place.

I spent the next few moments vainly trying to keep my hands from freezing, while behind the door, a chorus of locks, latches and chains were unlocked, unlatched and unchained. When the door finally opened, a wave of moist heat hit me like a blast furnace, and all the snot that had frozen in my nose started oozing down my face.

"Brrr. Thanks." I wiped my nose with the sleeve of my sweater and stepped into the hallway. I shivered, despite the heat inside the house. "My grandma said to tell you Merry Christmas, and she was sorry that...you..."

I hadn’t seen Peggy in years. John had stopped coming around after he started doing drugs and got into some trouble with the cops, but I kept up our secret liasons until Peggy’s husband fell ill, just before I started seventh grade. Mr. Jones had several strokes within a few months and required almost constant care, so it didn’t surprise me when Peggy decided that she couldn’t spend any more time with me.

Mr. Jones finally passed away about a year ago, and eventually Peggy became the neighborhood recluse - the goofy old lady that spooked the younger kids, never left her house, spied on her neighbors and gossiped over the phone with her few remaining friends.

"You’re all grown up. I didn’t even rec’nize you." She hiccupped.

We stood a moment, appraising each other. The old woman standing in front of me barely resembled the Peggy I remembered. Peggy was all dressed up, like she was ready to go out on the town, and reeked of alcohol. Her eyes were heavy and she slurred her greeting.

I had a distinct memory of her - a snapshot that was stuck in my head, of how she looked the afternoon she took my virginity. I knew she hadn’t been a young woman even then, but seeing her now shocked me with the realization of just how much time had quickly ticked past. The woman who had seemed so sweet to me then now looked small and worried, and the lush curves of her body that I’d kissed and caressed had melted into soft rolls of fat. Her long, silver hair was now cut short into a curly, cottony white puff around her rosy, pink face, and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

Finally Peggy smiled and held out her arms for me. Buried deep in that sad smile, I caught a tiny glimpse of the woman I had known.

"Devin? Sh’really you!" she slurred, and pulled me into a warm embrace.

"Thanks, Peggy. You look good."

"Phssh." She waved her hand in the air, spraying me with the smell of alcohol. She beckoned for me to follow her as she wobbled into the living room.

The house smelled foul; a horrible combination of booze and that awful, unwashed old-person smell; and over that, a sickly-sweet perfume. It made me want to gag. The heat and the smell got worse after Peggy shut the door, but I wrinkled my nose, gut checked, and followed her, carrying the cold plate with me. In the living room, the windows were all steamed over and she had the television turned on, but with no sound. On the screen, a black and white Jimmy Stewart was frantically discovering the true meaning of Christmas.

Other than the movie, I couldn’t see any evidence of the holiday in the house; except for a small card from my grandma that was displayed on the mantle, right next to a photo/greeting-card of some people that I guessed were Peggy’s son and his family. They were posed in front of a Christmas tree that was too big for the frame: a tall, unsmiling man with salt-and-pepper hair, standing stiffly behind a grim-looking scarecrow of a woman seated next to an equally unhappy looking pair of teenage girls kneeling on the floor. They were all dressed in their starched, Sunday Best, and one of the girls held a tiny, rat-like chihuahua in her lap. The dog was wearing a Santa hat, and looked like it was trying to bite the girls’ finger off. The caption read: ‘Happy Holidays from all of us!’.

"My son sent me that for Chris’mas. They live in Florida now." Peggy reached a small wet bar set against the wall. She used the countertop to steady her footing and navigated her way behind the bar. Then she looked up at me, squinting, and pulled out two big mugs from under the counter. "You look cold. Let’shh get you a Hot T-t-toddy."

"A what?"

She unstopped a bottle of rum and poured.

"H-hot Toddy," she slurred. "It’ll put sh’ome hair on your chest."

"Um, sure. Okay. Thanks Peggy."

I watched her prepare the drinks, and noticed her hands shaking when she finally handed me my cup.

"Cheers," she said, and clinked her mug against mine. She guzzled her drink while I took a sip, grimacing at the taste, then she flopped down on a flowery, plastic covered couch and patted the seat next to her. "Why don’t you sit down and keep me comp’ney?"

I’ve never been much of a drinker, and this tasted nasty. I tried to be discreet and set the mug on the coffee table along with the plate of food. Peggy’s head lolled around on the back of the couch with her eyes half closed, snoring quietly.

"Peggy?" I poked her shoulder. "You awake?"

She snorted and her body relaxed. The mug tipped out of her hands, spilling her drink all over her skirt. Didn’t faze her at all. I sighed and took the empty mug, setting it on the table with mine.

"Ah, Jeez."

Peggy was soaked to the skin, from her waist down. I couldn’t leave her like that, so I took her hands and pulled her off the couch with a grunt, then went in search of her bedroom. She woke up enough to mumble something about sticky fingers and stumble along with me to the staircase. I wrapped her arm around my neck and mine around her ample waist, and we slogged up the stairs to her bedroom. The door was open already, and Peggy slid halfway to the floor when I paused to flick on the lights.

Her room was like I remembered it, except I realized the bed didn’t look like it’d been slept in since the last time I was here, and the dresser was missing. Most of the knickknacks that were scattered here and there were missing too; and the wallpaper had light spots where pictures once hung. Everything was dusty and undisturbed.

Mentally, I smacked my head. Peggy must’ve moved downstairs to be closer to her husband after he got sick, and everything in this room got left behind, no longer needed.

Tough shit , I thought, I’m not gonna carry her back downstairs. No way. She can sleep up here tonight .

I tossed back the covers, then eased her down and stretched her out on the bed. I took off her shoes and set them on the floor; then stared at her wet skirt, trying to decide what I should do with that when Peggy reached over and grabbed me by the wrist.

" Whuahaa! " I yelped, and her eyes fluttered open.

Peggy glanced around the room while my heart settled down. "Devin? What’re you doing here? Why...wait, I ‘member, you brought food, I...I..." She squirmed a little, licking her lips. "Thir’sty." Then her eyes flew wide open and she clutched my arm. "Why am I all wet? Did I...Oh no, I didn’t..."

It took me a second to realize what the panic attack was all about.

"What? Oh! Oh, no, you didn’t p...I mean, you just fell asleep when we were sitting downstairs and spilled a drink. That’s all. I didn’t want you to sleep on the wet couch, so I brought you upstairs. I just kinda assumed your room was still up here, and..."

I trailed off with a shrug. Peggy slowly looked around the room, then settled her eyes back on me and relaxed her grip on my arm. She kicked her legs and grunted uncomfortably, jerking her hips into the air, trying to reach the zipper to her skirt.

"Will you help me wi’f this?" Peggy’s skirt had shifted around to the side; she was nowhere near the zipper.

"Sure. Here, let me..." I unbuttoned and unzipped her, and helped her pull the skirt off.

"Sh’till wet." Peggy hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, slip, and nylons and wiggled, pushing them down off her hips until they stuck around her thighs. She swore and collapsed back onto the bed, looking like she wanted to cry. "Help...?"

I could feel my face flush red at the sight of her pubic hair, and was suddenly a little dizzy. "Are you sure?"

Peggy just closed her eyes and nodded. I slipped her clothes down her legs, and helped her take off her jacket too. Then I pulled the covers over her and tucked her in.

"There you go Peg," I said. She smiled forlornly at me, and something made me lean over. I was going to just give her a kiss on the forehead, but she grabbed my arms and wouldn’t let go.

"W-will you stay here for a while?" She pleaded. "With me?"

My family was probably already wondering what happened to me. "Peggy, I should get back."

"Please, Devin?"

"I don’t..."

"Please. Please don’t go."

Something in her eyes did it. I sighed. "Can I use your phone to call my grandma’s, just to let them know I’ll be a little late?"

"But you’ll come back?"

I nodded. "I promise."

"Okay." She smiled, and I watched a tear trickle from the corner of her eye. "The phone’s in the kitchen."

"Be right back."

I slipped away from the bed and turned back to find her smiling at me, then I went downstairs to hunt for a phone.

 

 

"Did she like the dinner?"

My grandma seemed pretty excited when I told her that Peggy asked me to stay and watch the end of It’s a Wonderful Life with her.

"Oh...uh, yep. She sure did, grandma. Loved it. Peggy says to tell you thanks."

Grandma made a happy sound on her end of the line. "You two have fun. I’ll tell your mom you’ll be home after the movie."

"Okay."

"She says not to forget you’re going to your aunt’s for Christmas."

"Okay."

"You’ll remember?"

"Yeah, grandma. I’ll remember about tomorrow."

"Okay then. Bye-bye."

"Bye, grandma."

"Love you!"

"Love you, too."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

I sighed and hung up as grandma tried another "‘bye!", and assessed my options. I thought about leaving, just quietly walking home; but I promised I’d stay.

"Crap." I muttered to myself and tiptoed back upstairs. If I was lucky, she might’ve fallen back asleep. But no...

"Devin?" She whispered as I peeked into the doorway. "You came back?"

"Uh-huh."

The light from the hallway illuminated the room like a bad horror movie; all I could see was my shadow stretching out over the floor, with soft light framing Peggy’s head. The rest of the room was bathed in darkness. Peggy smiled and waved me inside. She clutched the covers up to her chest, and I noticed her arms were bare.

"Come in," she said, and I did.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I’m fine." Peggy smiled, shyly, and moved the covers. I blinked. Somehow she’d managed to take off her blouse, but not her bra, and was lying there waiting for me. "Will you shut the door, and come and sit with me?"

I did, and I did.

"Such a sweet boy, Devin. My sweet boy, all grown up." She whispered, and her hands fumbled with my belt. "All grown up," she said again, and I shivered as her hands gripped me. And in the dark, for a while, we tried to forget our past.

 

 

I got home quite a bit later than I expected. Everybody was already asleep; I could hear my mom snoring upstairs, even with all the doors closed. A shopping bag full of wrapped presents was on the floor by our Christmas tree, with a card for me pinned to the front. I opened the envelope and found a goofy-looking reindeer grinning back at me. ‘ Merry Christmas ’, it said, ‘ wait for us and we’ll open our presents together tomorrow before we go ’.

"Great," I mumbled, "sounds like a plan." I slipped the card back in it’s cheery red-and-green envelope, dropped it in the bag, and went to raid the ‘fridge.

 

 

On Christmas Day, my aunt Rachel (now on her third husband - a high-powered corporate lawyer named Arnold, or ‘Uncle Arnie’, as he wanted us to call him) invited all of us to their annual Christmas dinner party. Ol’ Arnie greeted us - my mom, my sister and I - at their huge front doors, and proceeded to give us the grand tour of the super-cool, huge fucking house they’d built, just in time for the party. We ooed and aahed at all the right places as he told us over and over how much it all cost.

That’s about when my headache kicked in. It was barely noticeable at first, just a dull ache in my temples. But it got worse.

We finished up the tour with a visit to the kitchen, where my aunt was watching my grandmother (Dad’s mom) supervise the caterers. She was standing with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently, as my grandma bustled around, sticking her fingers into the pots and grimacing.

"Oh, Rachel! That’s not going to be finished in time! Why don’t I just..."

The guy in the chef’s uniform standing at the stove groaned audibly. Didn’t even faze my grandma, but my aunt wrinkled her nose at him and nodded.

"Mom, I’m sure the food’ll be fine. Marco’s been here with his crew for two days, they know where everything is, and I don’t think they need your help. Why don’t you go find Ashley and John and help them find their gifts under the tree." My aunt raised an eyebrow and spoke to her mom like she was a small child. "Hmn?"

My grandmother said something that sounded like, ‘tssk-tssk’, and waved her hand. My aunt rolled her eyes at her mom, and then grinned as she saw us walk into the kitchen.

"Hey!" she squealed, threw open her arms and rushed over to us.

Aunt Rachel hugged each of us, and gave me a tiny little peck on the cheek to go along with my bonecrusher. I’ve got to say, my aunt looked great, even after having two kids. During the early 70’s, just after my sister was born, she’d grown her hair out and wore it long and straight. She laughingly called that her pseudo-hippy period, when she wore tight buckskin pants and looked just like an indian princess. Now her hair was cut in a curly bob and she was dressed conservatively, wearing a dark blue skirt with a matching pinstriped jacket over a creamy, white silk blouse.

She looked every inch the proper lawyers wife.

"Dinner should be ready in a little bit, if mom quits fussing." She turned to her husband. "Arnie, will you do something about her?"

"Sure thing, baby." I grimaced as he kissed her. "C’mon, Marge. Let me show you the billiard room. I bet that’s where the grandkids are hiding."

"But...but...the food!" Grandma twittered as Arnie led her out of the kitchen.

Rachel put her hand to her eyes and shook her head. She and my mom shared a laugh, and then my aunt was forcing appetizers at us.

"Merry Christmas! Eat! Drink! Tell me what’s going on in the real world."

They giggled and chatted. After some small talk, my mom and my sister wandered off, leaving me alone with my aunt.

"Can I get you anything to drink? She opened a monstrous stainless steel fridge and bent inside. I admired her butt, felt my teen-age hormones kicking in.

"A Coke?"

"Comin’ up, Sweetie."

She pulled out two frosty bottles and popped the tops. She handed me one and put hers to her lips. She closed her eyes and sighed as she sipped, then she grinned at me.

"Nothin’ better than suckin’ on a cold bottle of pop."

"Mm." I agreed, grinning back.

"Your dad’s here, you see him yet?"

"Uh-uh." Just knowing he was in the same house made me feel a little sick.

"Waiting till the last minute?"

I nodded, and guzzled soda ‘till I burped.

"Classy. So, Dapper-Dan," she grinned at me over her Coke. "You dating anybody these days?"

I shrugged. "Kinda."

"Yeah?"

I nodded again.

"Just one?"

That made me grin and blush like a fool. My aunt grinned back.

"You like her?"

"Yep."

"She pretty?"

"I think so."

Aunt Rachel waited, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows raised, this time at me .

"Well?" She asked.

I took a sip. Two could play at this game. "Well, what?"

"How pretty is she?"

"What d’you mean?"

"Pretty as me?" She posed for me, giving me her profile.

I shook my head. "No way."

"Sheesh. I thought I was gonna have to smack you."

"You know, I kinda like that sorta thing now."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really ?" My aunt gave me a shocked look, then she grinned and kissed my cheek. "Crazy kids these days; minds always in the gutter." She rubbed her lipstick smudge off with her thumb. "There." She sat back. "Shall we mingle?"

"Okay."

"You’ll be my date?"

"Sure."

"Because I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed, seen with an older woman and all that. Now that you’ve got a girlfriend, I mean."

"S’okay. Really."

We clinked bottles and she took me by the arm, led me into the house and introduced me to about a hundred different people as her favorite nephew. I enjoyed her attention and everything seemed to go okay right up until dinnertime.

That’s when my dad fell off the wagon, in front of everybody.

Hard.

He’d been sober about six months, supposedly. I don’t really know much about what happened, but at some point in the evening he started walking around sipping a martini. My mom was ignoring him - badly - and then everything went to shit. My dad said something, my sister started crying and she and my mom ran to one of the dozen bathrooms. That caused a shouting match between my dad and my aunt, which ended with my dad slamming his drink back and roaring off in his middle-age-crisis convertible.

Dinner was a bit uncomfortable, but for some reason (pride?), we stayed. After dessert, I wandered off to find a quiet spot to be alone. I managed to locate a room on the fourth floor that didn’t contain any people, just an entertainment system with a big screen TV and a new leather couch. Not too much later, my aunt came looking for me. She found me sitting on the floor with my legs scrunched up to my chest. My head was pounding.

"Dev? You okay?"

She flicked on the light switch; I groaned and lifted my hand to block the glare. I hadn’t even realized the room was dark.

"Yeah. Just a bad headache."

"Oh...here." She clicked the switch again and the lights dimmed until I could just make out her profile. Then she shut the door and sat down on the couch next to me. "Is that better?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

I leaned my head back on the couch and sighed. The leather creaked as she settled in next to me and she ran cool fingers over my forehead.

"Is it okay if I rub your temples?"

"Sure," I said. "I’d like that."

My aunt scooted closer to me and my cheek rubbed against her knee. "Can you squeeze between my legs? I can’t quite reach." I leaned forward a little so she could move her leg behind my back. She stroked her fingernails through my hair, pulling me towards her. "There. Does that feel nice?"

Her skirt wouldn’t let her legs spread too far apart, and my shoulders were wedged tightly between her thighs. Despite the migraine, I was getting a boner.

"Mm-hmm."

"Your mom took your sister home." I half turned around, but she shushed me. "I told her you could stay here tonight. She said that would be okay. Or I could give you a ride home now, if you want."

My head felt like mush, so I grappled with that for a while. "I don’t want to make things any worse for you with Arnie. I mean, my dad, and my mom..."

"It’s okay."

"No. It’s not okay."

"Arnie understands, Dev."

My throat felt raw. "Sure he does."

"Don’t be a snot, Dev." She gave me a little pop on the top of my head. Then, "Look, I know he’s your dad. But he’s my brother. I get it; I understand how much all this hurts."

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet.

"Arnie knew he had a drinking problem years ago. He told me so the first night he and Mike met. And I didn’t believe him. I don’t think my folks believed it either, even when your mom split up with him." She paused for a second, but never stopped stroking my head. I waited her out. "None of us had any idea how bad it got, until this summer. I don’t know why, but Arnie agreed to let me ask your dad to help us when we were building this damn house."

That surprised me. "He did?"

"Yeah. It was awful. If Mike actually bothered to show up, he was too drunk to work." She sighed. "I don’t know why Arnie agreed to let him come tonight."

I chewed on that for a second. Something she said was bugging me, but it was waay off the subject.

"Don’t you like your house?"

"Hm?" She sounded lost. "It’s Arnie’s fucking house. I hate it."

I managed to turn halfway around. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "Yeah.

"Why? I mean, It’s so nice...and you and Arnie, and your kids..."

"Shit." She snorted. "I love my kids, and I suppose I still love Arnie, but..." She shrugged. "Your dad’s not the only person who didn’t wind up the way they expected."

"Wow. I mean, you guys seem so...happy."

She waved her hand. "You know what? I don’t even know most of the people here tonight. Except for you guys and my folks, they’re pretty much all Arnie’s family or his friends from work. Shit, I haven’t seen or talked to any of my old friends since we got married. I barely see my family."

"Wow. I’m sorry." I meant it, but saying the words felt feeble and completely inadequate. "Maybe I should go home. I mean..."

"No, no. It’s okay. Arnie’s too busy schmoozing to even notice I’m missing. Let’s just hide here and be quiet for a while?" She smiled down at me. "Dev, seeing you was the best thing that happened to me tonight."

She mussed my hair and I managed to smile around my thobbing head. "Sure."

"Good." She patted the couch next to her. "Come up here with me."

She took my hands and pulled. I crawled up onto the couch and ended up kneeling awkwardly with my face barely inches away from hers. We both blinked, and she ginned and patted her thighs.

"Here. Lie down."

I flipped over onto my back, snuck an arm under her thighs, and stretched out with my head pillowed in her lap. My aunt was soft and warm and sweet, and for the first time in a long, long time, I let myself relax and enjoy her touch and her smile. She gently stroked my face, and after a while, we both drifted away.

 

The clock on the entertainment system told me it was a little after four in the morning. I woke up feeling groggy, like my head was full of oatmeal. I was still lying on the couch, flat on my back, with my head on a fluffy throw-pillow. At first, I wasn’t sure what woke me. The house was quiet, settled. I figured the party was long over, and wondered if anyone had missed us.

I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and yawned; and I realized I wasn’t alone on the couch when my aunt shook and let out a small, quiet cry in her sleep. She was snuggled up against me with her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting on my chest, panting softly. The couch wasn’t all that wide, and she’d thown one of her legs over me, tangling it between mine. She moaned again and rubbed her face into my chest, clutching my shirt with her hand and wiggling her body against me.

"Uh," I whispered, and nudged her softly. "Hey, wake..."

That was all I managed, because my aunt rolled half on top of me. Her hand snaked up past my neck and she started to play with my hair. Her breath was coming in sharp little gasps now, and she straddled my thigh. Moisture seeped into my pant leg as she rubbed her crotch against me, and she started to kiss me, slowly, her soft lips brushing my neck and my chin. Her other arm slid up and her hands cupped my head, and she shifted her body completely on top of me. Suddenly I was hard as a rock, and she was gently riding me.

"Oh God..."

My aunt shivered and clutched me close, then she put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up. She stayed like that for a minute, with her back arched and her hands bunched into little fists, pulling my shirt into a ball. Her body twitched once, and twice, and I felt a warm flood spread over my pants. She collapsed on top of me, and her hands pulled my face close to hers, and she kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine and her little tongue flicked inside my mouth, tickling and probing.

I gently tried to push her away.

"Hey..."

"Sshh," she put a finger on my lips. I could barely make out her face in the darkness, but I thought she was smiling. "If you don’t want this, we’ll stop and I’ll take you home," she said. Then she reached down and stroked my cock through the wet spot in my pants. "Do you want me to stop?"

I didn’t really have to think about it. My aunt took my silence as her cue and she scooted her butt further down on my thighs. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, and I heard her grunt as she forced my pants down over my hips. I sprang free, and she bent over me, her hands gripping me tightly.

"Quiet now."

My aunt kissed the tip of my cock, licking the tip and then working her way down my shaft to my balls. I heard myself groan when she mouthed me. My hips jerked up into her face, pushing me all the way inside her mouth. Her hands circled under my ass, and suddenly I was five again, back in her old apartment. I wanted to tangle my hands in her hair and push her head down harder, but I didn’t touch her. I didn’t want to do anything that might make her stop, so I let her have her way.

My aunt slowly worked my cock, until I was ready to scream. I rammed my hands behind the pillow and squeezed it until I thought the stuffing might burst out, and listened to the soft, wet, slurping sounds, the little moans and groans, until she had me ready to pop my load. She stopped and kissed the tip once more, then crawled up until she straddled my hips again. She found my hands and pressed them to her breasts, making me squeeze them.

"Take it off," she panted. "Quick."

I didn’t ask what she wanted off. I found the collar of her blouse and yanked it open, popping buttons. I tore her blouse down to her waist and pulled it open, then ran my hands back up to her breasts. She was wearing a thin satin bra, and I pulled the straps down over her shoulders until her hard little nipples popped into my hands. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me, softly kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.

My aunt was trying to pull up her skirt, but it stuck at the bottom of her butt. "Shit..." she grunted, pulling away. "Dammit."

I grinned and wrapped my arms around her. I ran my hands over her ass until I found the hem of her skirt, and then gave it a good pull. I heard the material rip and felt it split open, and then I was doing the same to her silk slip. She bent over me, and her tits rubbed my chest. I settled the material up around her waist and played with her ass for a minute. She was kissing me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth and grinding her pussy onto my dick.

"Come on, come on..." she panted.

I wrapped my fists around a handful of nylons and panties and ripped them away from her ass, tearing a huge hole in her stockings and ripping her panties in half. Her wet pussy immediately found my dick, and she swirled her hips in a circle as she settled down on me. Then the whole world just slipped away, leaving just the two of us, alone in the dark.

 

 

And that’s something you just don’t tell a girlfriend.

Trust me.

We lay close together our movements now leading to slow love making as I slowly stroked her clitoris my fingers sliding occasionaly deep inside her moist cunt while Paula worked on my cock the shaft slick with lotion. A shadow reached across us for a moment and dissapeared I put it down to a bird or plane passing over us. Paula spread her legs wide and urged me to mount her, I didn't need much urging my cock soon up to the hilt in her hot moist cunt. I slowly fucked her enjoying the sensuousness of making love out in the open, again a shadow passed across us, briefly but I felt it was not a bird or plane. I looked up to the rim of the dip we were not as alone as I thought, two guys were watching us one appeared to be in his forties the other not more than a teenager.

I wasn't going to stop what I was doing and I whispered to Paula we had an audience. She glanced across seeing them there she gave a little smile, and whispered back lets give them a show. Paula then started stroking her breasts tweaking her nipples and getting more vocal urging me on, telling me how much she loved my cock and wanting it harder and deeper. Our two watchers had moved closer not attempting to hide as they played with their cocks, the older guy was a little discreet his cock mostly covered by his hand. The teenager however had dropped his shorts round his ankles and his cock was standing hard and proud as he jerked himself. Paula now asked me to change position so that I took her doggy style she was facing the teenager as I fucked her, the teen was thrusting his cock forward as he ran his fingers over his big purple engorged glans spreading his pre cum as lubricant. He had slid down the bank and was now only a couple of feet from Paula's face, I heard a grunt to the side of me the older guy was now shooting his load his cum landing in the sand a few feet away from us. Paula was now pushing back hard against my thrusts urging me on, her eyes seemingly engrossed with the teen in front of her. I glanced to where the older guy was but he appeared to have gone as quietly has he had arrived.

Our teen seemed to be in no such hurry in fact he had slowed up his stroking of his shaft, he seemed to be intently staring into Paula's eyes. He moved slowly closer until his cock was now inches from Paula, he seemed emboldened by the fact we had not stopped our lovemaking as approached. I slowed my own thrusting to the point I was hardly moving my cock buried to the hilt but gently throbbing, I then withdrew my cock, rocking back onto my heels leaving Paula empty and exposed. Paula reached out and took hold of the cock in front of her, the teen seemed to be mesmerised if anything his cock thickened at her touch.

I watched as Paula bent slightly forward to engulf the head of his cock in her mouth before moving away leaving a thin thread of pre cum between her lips and the glans emboldened the teen moved so he could stroke her breasts and squeeze her nipples his cock touching the side of one breast leaving a snail trail of pre cum as it dragged across it. He then moved his fingers to her moist cunt sliding them all the way in feeling her moist depths. I had moved to one side and encouraged him to slide his cock in taking my place. Paula moved back into the kneeling position allowing the teen to position his cock so that he could slide it deeply inside her waiting cunt. I watched as his thick purple glans seemed to stretch Paula's cunt lips before suddenley disappearing from view then he was up to the hilt his ball slapping against her. No finnesse from this boy he drove his cock hard and fast, causing Paula to grunt and moan at each driving stroke. Then Paula started to moan in a different tone as she approached orgasm I felt the teen would shoot his load soon but I was wrong, he kept up his pile driving fucking for nearly twenty minutes Paula having orgasm after orgasm to the point she was gasping for breath. I was almost out of breath myself from just watching, then the teen started to take long slow strokes to the point that the glans was the only part of his cock still in then he seemed to shudder his balls tightening up as he shot his load he held himself tight into Paula as he filled her with his cum. A few moments later he pulled his cock out a final spurt of cum spattering on Paula's bum cheeks a small rivulet of cum slipped out of her over filled cunt running down the inside of her thigh. They both collapsed in a heap exhausted for a few minutes neither moved I opened the esky and gave each a drink revitalised they both ran laughing out of the dunes and into the sea to clean off. Twenty minutes later we were dressed and saying goodbye promising to get together at a later date  for a nice end to a cool beach day

So I got up and went straight in to the shower knowing I had to be quick because in an hour I was meeting a friend. I started to wash my long blonde hair, as I left the conditioner I washed my body starting with my 34 D breasts just rubbing them and tweaking my nipples which at this point seemed to be very hard, I could feel myself getting wet, I slowly started to glide my hand down my stomach and onto my pussy where I rubbed the outer lips for a few seconds. It was just then that I realised I had no time to be messing around I had to be quick, so, I washed the soap off my body and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair hurrying so I wouldn’t miss the bus and be late.

After I finished meeting up with my friend I had to go back to get ready for tonight, I had been told that we were going to all go out to the normal rock and heavy metal club we normally go to. I got dressed in a black mini skirt, ripped fishnet tights (or as the Americans say pantyhose) a black lace up corset, high heels and of course my little black thong. I was looking forward to it but it was just going to be like any other clubbing night…or was it?

As we entered the club it was rather full, lots of people on the dance floor, and some sort of Goth/industrial music was playing. It was then I noticed a man at the bar. He had long black hair, tall, a very pale but strong looking face, it was also very obvious that he was muscular. He wore mostly leather apart from his top. His shoes were leather, his trousers (pants) were leather and his coat was leather. I just stood there staring at him; I didn’t know why I just couldn’t help myself. He then saw me staring at him but I quickly looked away feeling embarrassed. A few hours had passed and I was having a lot of fun but I still noticed the man at the bar, it seemed like he hadn’t moved all night and I know he kept on looking at me every now and then. In some ways the way he looked at me made feel scared yet in other ways it made me feel excited.

About 3 hours had passed and decided to step outside for a bit and go for a cigarette (considering the ban on smoking inside public places is now illegal) I didn’t bother telling my friends because I know they would follow me and lecture me how I need to hook up with someone. As I stepped outside there were many people there so I went around the corner just for some peace and quiet. I tried to light my cigarette but realised that my lighter wasn’t working so I was going to have to go and ask someone if I could borrow there’s until the man that made my heart race stepped in and offered me a light. At this point I felt very awkward, I didn’t know what say, how to act so I just kept my mouth closed.

After a few minutes I finished my cigarette, said thank you I started to walk back until he said in a very deep dark voice “your very quite girl, aren’t you?” I replied back “Yeah.”

“I Like that in a girl, a girl who knows her place who only speaks when spoken to by a man” he said.

I was shocked and outraged, I wasn’t like that I just didn’t go and throw myself at people. So I just started on walking until he grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall asking “Where do you think your going? I haven’t finished with you”

Before I had chance to reply he tilted my head to the side and started kissing my neck then started, with his hand, to rub the outside of my tights (pantyhose) and thong. I wanted to scream and run but I couldn’t, In fact I felt very turned on by what was happening.

Before he did anything else to me he told me to keep quite and go with him. He took me to his car and told me to get in. I got in, and he locked the doors. Then drove us to a very big house that was isolated. He took me inside the house and down to the basement where there was a room with a big 4 post bed, with black satin sheets and a stone cold floor. He told me to get on the bed then he removed all my clothes and tied my hands and feet to each post.    

He began “Now we can either make this difficult or easy, it’s up to you. All you have to do is be a good little girl and obey my every command, you will only speak when spoken to, and when you do reply to me you will refer to me as master. Failure to do so will end up in a punishment. The sooner I have my way with you the sooner you’re free to leave. Understand?”

I wanted to yell at him to let me free now and to let me go, after all he and I both know he has no right to do this, however what I didn’t know is why I  wanted to stay right where I was, why I could feel my breast tingling or my pussy beginning to get wet again. His voice seemed so soft yet dark and cruel, it was so seductive, he knew he had me in is wicked cruel game, he knew I was weak towards him and he also knew that part of me craved for this.

I replied back “Yes I understand”

“Good girl, however your answer is not fully correct so before I proceed explaing to you what you will be required to do, you will receive your first punishment” he said to me his tone getting deeper.

“I, I, I don’t understand wha!”

“Silence! You did not reply back properly, you acknowledge me as master, you simply said ‘yes I understand’ which is not good enough. So for your first punishment you will receive 10 lashes across your body to learn that you will give me the respect by acknowledging me as your master.”

He then took out cane and I gasped, I was terrified. He turned me over and laid me on my stomach but making sure to tie me back to the bed posts.

He then shouted “ONE!”

Caning my legs, I screamed out in pain, it was horrible tears rolling down my face and I was shaking in fear

“TWO”

Right across my arse, again sending crippling pain threw my body, he carried on doing this across my back, my arms and the inside of my thighs until their was only one left and said “Does my naughty little girl think she’s learned her lesson?” replying back in a tearful, shaky voice I said “I have Master it won’t happen again.”

Then as hard as he could he canned me across my arse.

“Good, I’m glad we have that sorted. Now, Know this you are my slave and you do everything I tell you to do, no matter how much dislike or hate the things I tell you to do you will do them. Now first of all I want an honest answer out of you, do you masturbate?”

I quietly replied” I uh umm well yes Master.”

“Very well, I want you to show me how you masturbate and I want you to explain to me in detail what you are doing and why you are doing it and you must not cum, understand?”

I wanted to argue so much, I mean how embarrassing for me to do that but then I remembered my 10 lashed and how I didn’t want that to happen again so I obeyed.

“Yes master”

“Very well, I will untie you, but try to escape an you will be in for a beating, mark my words”

So once he untied me I started to touch m breast, squeezing and pulling on my nipples and sliding my hand down to pussy, I could feel how wet I was, I was so turned on just as I was about to enter my pussy my master shouted at me,

“I thought I told you to tell me what you are doing”

“I am rubbing my left breast with my right hand and pinching my nipple, I am doing this to make them hard. My left hand is slowly stroking the outside of pussy and i'm shocked at how wet I am.”

By this time I felt so humiliated I was being forced to masturbate in front of a stranger as well as tell him what I was doing.

“It always feels so nice when I play with clit so I’m going to use my middle finger to rub it fast…ohhhhh it feels so good…..hmmmm oh I just love playing with my cunt I’m getting ready to slip 2 fingers inside of me…I’m doing it and it feels soooooo good uh uh, oh hmmmmmmm yes yes oh yes Master…”

He seemed to be pleased with my effort of explaining to him what I was doing but once I just carried on moaning he started to say cruel nasty things to me:

“Such a dirty filthy slapper, look at the little slut Masturbating, Playing with herself to get pleasure. You are nothing but a little whore, but you’re my whore my dirty naughty bad little whore who is learning how to behave for her master”

As he said these words it turned me on even more, I could feel my self building up towards an orgasm but then I remember I was told it was forbidden for me to cum. He then told me stop then said:

“Right my little whore on the cold stone floor, onto your knees.”

“Yes master”

As I got on my knees, he tied my hands together and then he took out his large cock.

“Surely you know what to do” he asked.

I did as I was told I sucked he’s cock getting as much as could in my mouth but it wasn’t enough, my master started to grab my hair and push my face further onto him and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, I started to gag and I felt ill, once again I was crying and sobbing I could feel most of his cock inside of my mouth and all the time he was just saying things like “yeah that’s right take it like the whore you are. You’re nothing but a fuck machine to me”

He then pushed me down so I was lying on the ground, and started to fuck me really hard and fast. It felt as if he was tearing my pussy open, I couldn’t breathe but al the time there was a mix of pain and pleasure. He then ordered me to cum and I did. If felt as if an explosion had gone through my body, I shivered in pure ecstasy. Once he had finished he said “You have pleased me a lot tonight, and you now have a choice, you can either leave now and we will never see each other again, or, you can become my full time slave, letting me use and abuse you as much as I want but at the same time taking care of you and teaching you how to please me.”

I thought for a few minutes of what I just been through, all the pain and the suffering but some how I felt safe with this man, it was as if I had found my true place where I belonged, yes it was a risk. My head said leave and never come back but my body and my heart said stay.

“I am your slave master, and I will honour you the way a slave is meant to honour their master.”

“Very well, you will stay and obey all of my rules, but let me tell you this tonight I went easy on you because it was your birthday and your first time, however, tomorrow it’s down to some proper training slave.”

Hearing those words didn’t scare me, it made me curious as to what else my master had in store for me. He then put a collar around my neck and said

“This is yours, you also have a leash, you will wear the collar at all time understand?”

“Yes master” I replied.

He then came over to me and lifted me to my feet, I was cold and naked and he then embraced me in his arms kissing my neck and whispering in my ear “I have been watching you the last few month. The way you act and present your self is everything I love. I will take care of you.

Then went out of the basement locking the door behind him leaving me unable to reply to his comments, I was just shocked and confused but very excited for tomorrow.

Thanks for reading, this is my very first story so please don’t be too harsh although I will take all advice and criticism, if you want to email at all please do at: girl_loves_pain@yahoo.co.uk

“uh-uh!” I whispered as I moved his hands back to the chair arms and jumped up, “behave now orlando,” I smiled at him, turned to face Elijah and flicked the rim of my skirt up purposely to show orlando a little bit of what he was about to get, then I left him, showing off half his chest and walked over to Elijah and sat in the same position, gazing into his gorgeous baby blues, our lips met, gently, Elijah sat there, accepting the invitation for this kiss, then I broke the kiss and started to unbutton his shirt, he placed his arms around the back of my waste, daydreaming it seemed, whilst I undressed him teasingly before I once again took advantage of his slightly open mouth, teasing at his lower lip with my tongue and teeth. i slid one arm behind his neck and the other in his hair, I slowly removed his hands from the back of my waste and stood up, lifted my t-shirt over my head and knelt back down on the chair

“how much more do you want?” I asked him tenderly as I sat back down in the same position “I want it all!” he replied, I moved his hands back to where he had placed them moments before and softly kissed his neck, without hesitation, I moved down kissing his chest, and caressing his nipples with my tongue, I got down to his trousers and pulled down his zip, looked over my shoulder at orlando, and released the button from its hole and pulled his trousers right down to his ankles, I stood up and blew a kiss to him and told him to take off his trousers and underwear, he did as I asked whilst I went back over to orlando and teased him a little more, this time I knelt on the floor in front of him and started to unfasten his trousers, there I was kneeling on the floor in front of orlando bloom wearing nothing but a mini skirt a bra and some 4 inch heels! I pulled his trousers to the floor and once again sat on his lap, with a leg on either side, facing him, I removed the rest of what was left of his shirt and started to play with his nipples, as I moved down I noticed him getting harder by the minute, I could tell through his thin boxer shorts, as soon as I realised how my actions were affecting him I moved back over to Elijah who was may I add absolutely naked right now, I winked at orlando “take it off!” I ordered as I sat back down on Elijah in exactly the same position, his huge 8” cock bulging underneath me, his face full of excitement I lifted my skirt up “oh would you look at that, I’m not wearing any panties!” I teased him as I sat back down, my hot wet pussy just a few inches away from his huge cock, “you still want more?!” I whispered into his ear, stood up and pulled him to his feet “sure I do!” he replied and pulled me close “I want every little bit of it!” he explained as I lifted a leg around his back and put my arms around the back of his neck “you got it!” I moved my leg and took him by the hand as we walked over to orlando who was getting so excited he almost came right there and then, “let’s go upstairs” I whispered tenderly in his ear as I stroked his bare chest and took him also by the hand, both boys followed me up the stairs and into my almost empty lilac bedroom, a king-sized bed, some draws, a wardrobe, and a few shelves full of books, we approached the bed slowly, when we got there I pushed orlando down onto the soft purple sheets and sat Elijah down next to him, I sat down in the middle, kissed Elijah on the cheek and then turned to orlando who was hopelessly laying there on my bed wearing absolutely no clothes at all revealing his beautiful 7” cock, I lay down close to him and placed my leg over his looking him in the eye, I lifted up my skirt, sat him up and sat on his lap, I placed his arms around my back and left him to fondle with my bra fastening as I ran my fingers through his hair, and kissing his neck softly, I felt his hardness against my wet pussy, hungry for him I threw him back down on the bed as soon as he had unfastened my bra, and lay down on top of him,

It wasn’t even daylight yet. He arrived at his job at 4:30 a.m. She walked from the bus to The Company, crossing city streets, into the industrial end of town. She doubted she was going to be able to go through with what she’d imagined all night long. She’d barely slept a wink, thinking of how badly she wanted to capture his imagination, how she wanted to use those black panties to turn him on so much he would obsess about her all day long.

Sure enough, she found him there in the yard, sorting clutter from recycling bins into manageable piles. Gary, the driver of the forklift paused what he was doing to turn and say hello as she approached. He was always so polite, so sweet to her. He already had a streak of black grease across the back of his right hand. One of the things she was drawn to about him was that he worked so damned hard.

She took the renegade panties out of her pocket and placed them next to his hand on his knee. "Here," she said abruptly.

He took them, surprised. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. They were simple black satin panties. Somehow he had lived all his life and no woman had ever walked up to him and tossed her panties at him in a parking lot before. He gave her a look.

He called her 'Trouble' for a reason.

She had never presented him with panties before. This was an alluring twist.

A black flatbed tractor trailer pulled into the lot. "He needs me to load him. Hang on, okay?" He put the forklift into gear and put her panties into his coverall pocket.

"Wait!" she called over the sound of the motor. "Give those back. I might need them later."

"Does this mean you’re not wearing any?" He asked.

"That's exactly what it means."

"You are Trouble." He grinned slyly.

She snatched the panties back and slid them into her own pocket. She turned on her heel and walked away. Her heels clicked on the pavement and she knew he was watching her. She ducked into the shadows against the back of the lot, the walls covered with graffiti, where he went sometimes to smoke pot.

The sun was starting to rise. The pink of the sky was streaking off into blues and translucent grey patches. She stood behind a huge scrap container, surrounded by smaller, waist high bins full of sorted metals, and waited.

It took awhile for him to load the flatbed. The semi driver got out and started tightening straps against the crates on his load. The forklift turned and Gary came back against the wall to find her.

"What the hell’re you up to? I know you have something in mind."

"I always have something in mind," she assured him with a quick smile. "But this time you can tell what it is."

He got off the lift and took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. She pressed up against him. She loved the smell of his hard labor caught in the folds of the denim. His hands slid down her body and her hands crept inside his clothes. Under her jumper, he discovered that the stockings she wore were held up by suspenders, and he grabbed her bare ass. He kissed her neck and started to lift her to hold her against him.

"Don't pick me up." She protested, pleased nonetheless. She was too heavy, and he’d been complaining earlier in the week. "Your back..." she reminded him.

"I don't give a shit about my back." His hands were all over her, exploring and touching soft skin. "Can we do it right here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"You tell me where." She said, silently daring herself to go through with this crazy idea. "It's getting light though. You sure this is a good idea?"

"You already got me hard. I don't really give a fuck."

They were in the far end of the parking lot. There was a wire mesh fence between them and another warehouse yard. There were shipping containers stacked up higher than their heads, but anyone coming to look for his forklift would find him.

His radio squawked, calling loudly. "Gary and Don! Come to the front office." He ignored the dispatcher and kissed her again, his hands leaving smudges of oil on her pale chin.

Oh yes, he knew better. But there was something about her that made him lose track of being sensible.

He lowered his zipper. She knelt in front of him. She felt gravel dig into her pretty knees. What if she tore her stockings? How could she explain it at work? She pulled him deep inside her mouth. He was absolutely rock hard and she loved it. She was sucking a guy’s cock right there in the parking lot! She couldn’t believe her audacity!

His dick was long, but narrow. She worked it back into her throat. She started breathing through her nose. She inhaled the "bad boy" smell of pot that he carried in his pocket.

"That's not what I had in mind," he protested after a minute or two.

"Where then?" she said, pulling off him, breathless, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

His dick sprang up and hit her in the face. He was so hard, so turned on! She wasn’t used to having this effect on men. She was always taken for granted, the little office gal who would fetch coffee, make copies, or run to the store to save someone else in The Company from taking time away from their more important task. She was always That Girl, the one everyone liked, who wasn’t quite threatening enough to back stab.

"Can you sit there?" He motioned and took her hand. He lifted her up on one of the waist high containers. Again, she struggled against having him lift her, but it wasn't a real slick move for her to hop to a level where he could enter her. He unzipped his coveralls and peeled back a layer of his clothes. Just enough to get to what he wanted. He opened her legs.

She looked around her, a little disoriented. It was totally daylight! This had to absolutely be the fastest it had ever gone from dull grey shadows to a bright, sunshiny morning.

"Well I absolutely have never done this before," she said, timid, but excited.

"Me neither."

"And right here in the company parking lot..."

"I can’t help it. You’re too fucking hot."

She could hardly believe her ears, could hardly believe she was saying the words and going through with her thoughts that was allowing this to take place. What if the semi driver found something wrong with the load and needed him? What if he’d noticed her stepping back into the yard and came to find out what was going on? The thought of her being seen with the forklift driver, all gritty with sweat and motor oil, totally turned her on. The thought of someone seeing her, her bare butt perched against the grit of the metal crate while he fucked her, well it made her crazy to think that she was actually going through with it, doing it right there in the yard.

"I can't wait," Gary whispered, begging. "You have to help me." He was holding her from falling off the container and he couldn't move his hands to steer his rock-hard dick between her thighs. She guided him, then moved her hand back to clutch the side. Somehow, she perched on the tiny edge of the container bracing herself as he slammed his seven inches deep inside of her. His breath was ragged as he sank into her, and she was half aware of the fullness inside her, and half aware that she was going to slip off and land in a big greasy puddle, should she lose her grip. She had to hold it together. She couldn’t go to work if she ended up in the grease! It was all so spontaneous, and so precarious. It made her so fucking wet to know that he just looked at her panties and lost control... Now he had her up on the corner of a great steel container and was ramming her to beat the band. Oh my God. The corner of the metal container dug uncomfortably into her leg, but she didn’t care. It was too fucking wild that he was just doing her, right there, right where anyone walking over to find him could see.

If that happened, everyone in The Company would know by noon. Wasn’t he thinking about what he was doing? This was nuts!

She was torn. The good girl part of her was totally mortified, totally wanted to jump down off the corner of the container, pull herself together and go have coffee with the office girls upstairs. What if someone looked down out of one of the windows to see? Everyone would know it was her, they all could recognize her jumper. One morning, she’d proudly brought it into work to show it off. It was one-of-a-kind. She felt a knot of panic bubble in her stomach. Her wild thoughts added to the thrill.

"I like this," he said. The straggled words got lost somewhere in her hair. His eyes were slightly out of focus, he was lost inside himself inside his head.

He picked up the pace, thrusting intently. She felt the chill of the metal under her ass. She clutched at the edges of the box, hoping she wouldn’t fall off. His eyes closed. The good girl side of her demanded that he hurry.

"I’m gonna come!"

Oh my God, what if somebody heard him? Frantically, she glanced around, certain that he’d been back here too long and certainly his foreman was going to come find him.

The radio receiver on his forklift whistled and squawked. "You there, Gary? Quit fuckin’ ignoring me, Man."

She felt his muscles tighten as he jammed himself in deeper. He grunted and pumped her full of creamy jizz. He had to catch her as she almost lost her balance and tumbled into a pile of used car parts.

Not that it mattered, but she couldn’t cum. Not just then. The whole situation totally thrilled her, beyond her wildest dreams, but she spent the whole time frozen, terrified that someone was going to find her there, being fucked by the forklift driver. Right in the yard. Right there at work! Oh, the girls in The Company would have a complete fit if they found out. She would lose all credibility. "What a whore she is," they would all whisper in their most vindictive voices.

She giggled to think of the looks on their faces.

He backed away from her, his dick still visible, to answer his foreman on the radio. "Yah, I’ll be right there. I was taking a leak."

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But then what else was he supposed to say? ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed silently, and waved to her as he backed the lift out from their hiding place and chugged across the lot to the office.

“Well I heard about your aunt and I felt I had to come give my condolences to you Jeremy.”

My aunts health is perfectly fine, and further more my name is not Jeremy. An awkward moment passed as I realized there was a very real chance Ruth may be drifting into senility. That's when she came out and asked what we were both thinking.

“Wanna bang?”

Within minutes we were in a bathroom stall and I was ensconced in her big saggy boobies, pawing and nibbling to my hearts delight. Although it was a crowded restroom with about ten different people using the urinals and adjoining stalls, we made absolutely no effort to muffle our love making. Her calls of “Oh Richard!” (my name isn't Richard) and my cries of pain as her talons dug into my back echoed off the walls. Within moments I loudly splooged all over the place, collapsing from the sheer ecstasy of the whole ordeal. However short though, I will never forget the greatest couple seconds of my life.

 Everything seems quiet and she gets up and walks to the bathroom to see if Bobby is still sleeping.  Peeking through the door she can see his bed is empty and she pushes his door open and walks in.  Bobby is not in his room so Rhonda walks towards the kitchen wearing only her short nightshirt.  The house is completely empty and Rhonda is visibly disappointed that she was not caught in her nightshirt. 

 Rhonda makes coffee and sits at the table thinking of all she needs to do today. She dresses in her Gym clothes and straightens her room before cleaning and straightening Bobby's.  She pulls out Bobby's stack of porn magazines and looks through the titles noticing the enticing pictures on the covers.  Straightening the stack she puts all of his books together including the ones under his covers and neatly stacks them under his bed.  A piece of white material catches her eye and she looks in his pillow case to find her panties.  This makes her smile and she knows that he has been fantasizing about her.  Standing there wondering what he could possibly be thinking of doing to her she puts her panties back into his pillow case.

 With her shopping list in hand Rhonda makes a trip to the grocery store and finds Bobby at home when she arrives.  Bobby comes outside to help carry in the groceries and Rhonda smiles at him saying, "What got you out of the house so early this morning?"  "I had football practice at 6 am.  You looked like you were sleeping pretty sound so I just grabbed something to eat." He replied.  Immediately she concludes that he had to have seen her sleeping and this warms her nicely.  Walking towards the door with him following she knows his eyes have to be on her butt and she shakes it a little harder then normal.

 She can't help but wish she was wearing clothes that were a little sexier as she was putting the groceries away with Bobby sitting at the bar watching her.  As they talk he tells her that one of the other players, Ivan, would like to come by today and see one of the other rooms.  Rhonda smiles to Bobby saying, "Thank you.  I appreciate your helping me find tenants.  Tell him that anytime is fine."  Bobby picks up the phone and calls Ivan.

 Rhonda changes into her new white dress and looks at herself in the mirror.  It shows off her breast nicely with a generous amount of cleavage but seems to be a little longer than it had looked in the store.  Bending slowly she checks to see at what point her pussy will show and finds that her lack of height makes the dress a little secure.  Bending over completely she looks through her legs at the mirror to see her bare pussy in the mirror and notices Bobby entering the bathroom. 

 Bobby notices her, pausing before saying, "I am going to use the shower."  He reaches to close her door awkwardly and has to move the door stop to do so.  This disappoints Rhonda and she goes to the hall closet to get him a towel.  She listens and waits until she knows that he is nude then knocks on the door and says, "I have a towel for you."  She opens the door to find him already in the shower but can clearly see the shape of his body through the glass.  As she leaves she blocks her bathroom door open again and turns to admire his figure before heading back downstairs. 

 Lunch is on the table as Bobby enters the Kitchen in an obvious good mood and Rhonda takes advantage of this moment to tell him that she is going clothes shopping again and ask if he would like to go along.  Bobby stops when he sees that white dress and says, ?Damn girl you look nice.  Yea, I'll go.  It will be fun.  We just need to be home by 5 when Ivan will be here."

 They head to the mall and Bobby watches as she looks at clothing which is a little boring and when she ask his opinion he tells her just that.  "OK then, you pick out something that you like." Rhonda says.  He looks around and says, "Let?s try a different store."  They walk down the mall to an obvious teenage type clothing store and he starts pointing out things.  Rhonda slows his pointing as she starts grabbing her size in the things he points out.  With a dressing room full of stuff she tells him to have a seat, she will try on the stuff and come out for him so he can see what he thinks. 

 She begins trying on clothing for him and it becomes clear to her that he really seems to like stuff that shows off her body.  The clerks in the store watch her closely as this odd couple picks out different clothing.  I would assume that they don't often see 47 year old little white women laughing and shopping with 19 year old black men.  Rhonda picks out everything that he likes and gives them to the clerks to purchase. 

 With Bobby carrying her sacks they go back out into the mall looking for shoes and some new Gym clothes.  In no time at all they pick out new work out clothing and several pairs of high heel shoes.  Shopping with Bobby, no, shopping for Bobby she cannot wait to start dressing to please this young man.  Bobby beams a smile as people stare at the couple in what can only be called jealousy. 

 When they arrive at home Ivan is already there and shakes Rhonda's hand while noticeably checking her body out.  Rhonda is taken back by this huge man and seems a little timid.  Ivan stands 6' 8" at about 300 lbs and is black as night.  He towers over Rhonda and this intimidates her completely.  He backs off a little and says, "I have heard so much about you."  Rhonda blushes visibly and replies softly, "You are so big.  I guess I haven't heard anything about you."  They laugh and then go inside to see the rooms. 

 Ivan picks a room and tells her that he will take it as this seems like a great place to live.  They head to the kitchen to talk and Rhonda turns several times to find Ivan staring at her body.  Ivan and Bobby elbow each other occasionally laughing at what can only be an inside joke.  Rhonda?s mind races and she knows that this could be a lot of fun.  ?So, what has Bobby told you about me?? Rhonda asks while still working.  The boys chuckle lightly and he replies, ?He tells me everything I can pry out of him.?

 She ask the men if they would like a drink and bends at the waist and grabs Cokes from the refrigerator.  Knowing that they are watching but cannot quite see her pussy, emboldens Rhonda greatly and she becomes a little more flirtatious.  The men enjoy her company and she invites Ivan to have dinner with them.  While fixing dinner the men sit at the table watching Rhonda's every move.  At one point she gets on her hands and knees to retrieve something from a lower cabinet and looks back to catch the men leaning down trying to see up her dress.  She smiles at them and goes on as though nothing happened. 

 After dinner Rhonda shakes hands with Ivan, before he leaves and he agrees to move in tomorrow.  Bobby retires to the living room to watch TV while Rhonda cleans the kitchen.  When finished Rhonda sits with Bobby on the couch and they watch a movie while talking about Bobby's life.  Bobby now seems a lot more relaxed with Rhonda and they talk like old friends.  Rhonda tells him she is going to get ready for bed and gets up and goes upstairs.  Once in her room she starts to remove her dress when she hears a noise from the hall and knows that Bobby has followed her up.  Slowly removing her dress she stands completely naked in front of the dresser and rubs lotion sensuously all over her body.  She can see Bobby standing in the hall watching and tries to work slowly to let him take this all in.  Turning slowly she grabs her robe and removes the tie.  She sees Bobby head back towards the living room and looks at herself in the mirror again.  The short robe barely covers her ass and without the tie will be hard to keep closed.

 When she starts down the stairs she sees Bobby, on the couch, still watching TV.  His eyes lock onto her figure as she approaches and he watches until she sits next to him and gets comfortable.  He scans through the channels and happens upon a soft porn movie.  When he realizes what it is he quickly turns the channel.  "Hey, turn that back." Rhonda says playfully and grabs the remote.  Bobby remains silent as Rhonda watches the scene on TV and laughs at how fake it all looks.  Then in a bold move she asks, "How come I don't ever hear about your girl friends?"  "We broke up." He replied.  "OK, tell me why." She prodded.  He is reluctant to answer when Rhonda says, "That explains why you masturbate so much.  I found the Library under your bed while cleaning and have been seeing your t-shirts wet with the results."  Bobby is taken back and starts to reply when Rhonda cuts him off saying, "Don't worry about it.  We all do it and it?s perfectly natural.  Well, not as often as you do it though."  They both laugh and Bobby tells her that his girl friend just wouldn't have sex with him because he was telling his friends all about her and what they do.

 "Go put on something comfortable.  You surely don't sleep in your clothes."  Rhonda tells him.  Bobby goes and changes into a pair of loose sweat pants and returns to the couch where Rhonda was still sitting, now drinking wine. "Is this better?" He says turning a circle.  "Much better.  Would you care for a beer?  I don't mind if you drink one now and then while at home." She replied.  She gets up to get him a beer and takes her glass for a refill while making sure that her robe fell open just enough to let him have a quick peek.  Handing him the beer she sits next to him and looks through the channels for another dirty movie.  She hits the wrong button and the DVD in the player begins to play.  It is Bobby's and he must have left it in there from earlier today.  Bobby is defensive and starts to remove the DVD when Rhonda reassures him that it is OK and that he should at least let her have a look.  The movie starts with actual sex as the amateur type movie gets under way.  "Oh my!" Coo's Rhonda as this huge black dick enters a white pussy over and over again.  "That is the biggest dick I have ever seen.  You really know how to pick your movies." She said while not taking her eyes off of the TV. 

 The Man pounds this white woman hard for a long time giving her several orgasms and then pulls his dick out.  She regains her control and turns to offer him her mouth.  Rhonda looks to Bobby and ask softly, "Was your girl friend white?"  "No."  Was his reply.  "Don?t you usually masturbate when you watch these movies?? Rhonda asks glancing at him.  The huge black dick on TV disappears into the mouth of the white woman and the man begins actually fucking her throat.  Rhonda lets go of her robe, reaches down and begins to touch her pussy while staring at the TV.  She looks to Bobby who is watching her fingers at work.  His dick, very hard now, presses against his pants making quite a lump.  "Should I assume that you have a thing for white women?" Rhonda asks hungrily.  Bobby does not answer but just stares at her open robe.

 Rhonda stops pleasuring herself and reaches out lightly touching the lump in Bobby's pants.  Her hand gently squeezes and begins to stroke him through his pants.  "I have never touched a black dick before." Rhonda said to Bobby looking into his eyes.  Looking back to her hand she continued, "May I pull it out and touch it?"  Bobby did not reply but just slid his pants down to expose his hard dick.  Rhonda, now extremely excited leaned in closer to him and laid her head on his chest.  One hand ran up his leg to his balls as the other reached for his dick.

 Her mind races as she holds onto the objects that she has only dreamed of.  She stares as her little white hands slowly massage Bobby's manly parts.  "Would mind if this little white lady wanted to be your girlfriend while you look for another one?" Rhonda says lustfully still staring at this marvelous site.  Bobby struggles to regain control and replies hoarsely, "No, I like it better when you stroke my cock." 

 They both watch as the man on TV cums deep into the throat of his white woman causing her to gasp and choke while still giving him her throat and mouth.  As she chokes, sperm comes from her nose as this massive cock over fills her.  When finished he slowly withdraws from her mouth and lays it lewdly across her face while she catches her breath and kisses it.

 Rhonda's head drops slowly bringing his dick to her mouth sucking the head inside licking his cum from the tip.  Her little white hand now stroking this hard black dick into her mouth Rhonda's only thoughts are of bringing this young man pleasure.  Lips parted wide she forces more and more of this dick into her mouth and then starts to bob her head slowly stroking him with her lips. Bobby's hand finds the back of her head but she needs no help.  She is dedicated to her task and continues until Bobby pushes down on her head and does not let her up.  The tip of his dick touches the entrance to her throat and she knows he is about to cum.

 Then his warm juices squirt into her mouth and he relaxes his grip on her head.  Her head lifts and drops again and he pushes down shooting more cum into her mouth.  Expertly she lets him guide her head with his hands learning exactly how he likes his orgasms.  Over and over she does this until the cum slows to a trickle and then she lays there in his lap just sucking on the end of his dick while it begins to soften.

 On the TV the scenes have now changed and a white woman is being fondled by several black men but Bobby is not watching his head is laying back looking straight up into the air, eyes closed with a smile on his face.

     
        The Story man

This story was inspired by a very special slut whom would do anything when excited.

 To be continued 

 This is my first story let me know how you like it comment please and i will finish it.

Your hand ran through my hair, grasping and pulled me hard up to you.  You kissed me rough and fierce before we positioned ourselves doggie style.  You smacked my ass before kissing it, enjoying the view.

I massaged my own tits, pinching my nipples as I wait for you to thrust into me.  I pushed my exposed ass against you, urging you and moaned your name. You slapped my ass again before I felt your cock, invading me hard and quick.  My finger found my hard clit, rubbing fiercely.  I moaned and bit my lip.  I felt your hands running down my back and feel the shape of my hips.  You settled them on my ass, using it as a pull to push yourself deeper and deeper into me.

I cried out as my first orgasm shocked through me.  You grunted and shouted over my screams, “cum for me baby, cum again.”   You scratched your nails down my back and tugged on my breasts.  My hand cupped your balls as you slammed into me.    I felt the pressure give and I was cumming again.  I moaned loudly and started to push back against you as you slammed into me.   I was crying out your name as your thick seed filled me.  I felt your cock throb as it emptied and your breath was ragged as we both laid down.

I looked at you and told you that was the best fuck of my life.  I knew that visit would be a well cummed visit.