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It pretty much amounted to the same thing. </P><P>We were sitting at a table in a hall waiting for the rest of my extended family to start showing up. I was drinking vodka on the rocks. Normally I was a beer drinker, but not today.</P><P>"What is it about you?" Lillian finally laughed. I nodded in acceptance. This was going to be a long day. I really didn't want to come to the family gathering this year, but it was my mother's turn to throw the party. I tried to skip it anyway, but mom became upset. So upset in fact, that in the end I backed off and agreed to make an appearance. I was regretting it now.</P><P>"I'm guessing little brother Michael just told you about Janice?" my sister Christina grinned as she walked up.</P><P>"It's amazing!" Lillian said, continuing to laugh. "He really knows how to pick them!"</P><P>"You're telling me?" Christina asked rhetorically, joining Lillian in her laughter.</P><P>"Are you two done having fun at my expense?" I asked as I took another sip of the vodka.</P><P>"Not hardly!" my sister replied. "The first girl you ever dated seriously quit school and traveled to India to find herself."</P><P>"The second dropped you for another woman," Lillian added helpfully.</P><P>"And now Janice," Christina said with a shake of her head, still laughing.</P><P>"Bette traveled to Tibet, not India," I said glumly.</P><P>"Same difference," my sister laughed.</P><P>"So, you three seem to be having fun," my cousin Tommy said as he walked up. "What's the joke?" Christina and Lillian looked at each other, obviously trying to decide who would get to tell him.</P><P>"Oh, Christ!" I growled as I stood. "I need some fresh air!"</P><P>"What's bothering him?" I could hear Tommy ask as I went down the stairs and out of the hall. I didn't wait to hear their answer. The sun was bright and it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. The fact that I was already half drunk didn't help.</P><P>I made my way down the block toward a bar I knew. It wasn't a particularly nice place, but the booze did what it was supposed to. It was one of those dark basement bars. I don't know how long I was in there, but it was long enough to finish what I started at the party. I was so focused on my drinking that I didn't notice someone come up behind me until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin.</P><P>"Michael?" a soft voice asked. I turned and blinked hard a couple of times as I tried to make out the face of the young woman in front of me.</P><P>"Do I know you?" I asked, trying to place the voice.</P><P>"It's me, Daphne," the woman said with a frown. At least I thought she was frowning. It was hard to make out in the dim light. Okay, maybe the amount of alcohol I drank had something to do with it as well.</P><P>"I don't know anyone named Daphne," I said with a shake of my head. The motion caused my head to spin slightly. "Oh wow! I'm drunker than I thought."</P><P>"You know me," she insisted. "Take a closer look." I know it was a figure of speech, but I was having problems making out her features so I squinted and literally moved closer. I would have fallen off of the chair if Daphne hadn't put out a hand to help steady me.</P><P>"Good catch!" I laughed. The woman shook her head as she smiled. That did it! I suddenly recognized her. "Little Daffy!"</P><P>"No one calls me that anymore," the young woman replied.</P><P>"I would imagine not," I said, noticing the size of her breasts. They were quite a bit larger than I remembered. Of course, Daffy was only twelve the last time I saw her.</P><P>"Michael, you're staring at my breasts," she said with a crooked grin. This caused me to start.</P><P>"Sorry," I said looking up into her eyes and blinking hard again. It didn't help. I was still having problems making out her features.</P><P>"You really are plastered," she laughed.</P><P>"It's been a bad year," I replied with a loud sigh.</P><P>"Why don't we go down the block and get some food and coffee at the local diner?" Daphne asked.</P><P>"You drink coffee and are willing to eat at a diner?" I asked in surprise. You'd understand my reaction if you knew her family. They were health nuts.</P><P>"I'm not my sister Bette," she replied pointedly. I didn't want to talk about Bette! She was the first woman to leave me. </P><P>"So, you're not planning on breaking my heart?" I slurred. Shit! What the hell was I talking about?</P><P>"We'll see," she replied with a laugh. "Now let's go get something to eat."</P><P>I'm not sure how we got to the diner. I was too big for Daphne to carry, but she must have propped me up most of the way. It was only after I ate a full order of pancakes and drank my second cup of coffee that I was finally able to see Daphne clearly.</P><P>"Sorry about this," I said glumly as I used one hand to rub my eyes and then the rest of my face. "Thanks for getting me out of there." She nodded.</P><P>"So, dare I ask? What brought this on?"</P><P>"Family gathering."</P><P>"Do you always get drunk by yourself because of family gatherings?"</P><P>"Not normally," I replied. "At least not by myself." Daphne laughed and I fell silent. I was still having problems keeping myself fully focused. A couple of minutes passed as I drank more of my coffee.</P><P>"How have you been?" she asked. "I hear you're getting married."</P><P>"No," I said succinctly, not wanting to talk about it. Yet a moment later, I added, "We broke up. She decided to become a nun."</P><P>"Are you serious?" Daphne asked. I was so sick of that question!</P><P>"Yes, I'm serious," I replied. "Your sister dumped me to go find herself, Sally dropped me for another woman and Janice decided to marry God instead of me."</P><P>"I'm sorry," Daphne said. I nodded, but then frowned because her reaction was not typical.</P><P>"You're not laughing?" I asked in surprise.</P><P>"I suppose it could be funny at some level, but your pain isn't."</P><P>"Thanks," I said, really meaning it. I decided to change the subject, so I asked, "Why don't you tell me about yourself and what's been happening to you for the last six years? How does a girl who was raised in your family eat at a diner? A hamburger no less!"</P><P>"Please!" Daphne laughed. "If Mark or Francesca saw me eating this burger they'd have a fit!" Mark and Francesca were Daphne and Bette's parents. They were good people, but bleeding heart liberals were just a tad too far to the right for their liking. The year I dated Bette was interesting to say the least.</P><P>"But you're eating it anyway," I grinned.</P><P>"I like hamburgers," Daphne shrugged.</P><P>"And I notice you're wearing a bra," I teased. "You must be the first girl in your family to do that!"</P><P>"You certainly keep staring at my chest often enough to notice," Daphne teased back. I refused to look anywhere but at her face, yet Daphne's smile let me know that she knew what I was thinking. I blushed and she laughed again, adding, "The bra has more to do with need rather than rebellion."</P><P>We spoke for another half hour as I continued to pump coffee into my veins. Mostly we talked about nothing special. Daphne was working as a waitress and studying to be a child psychologist. No surprise there. Not being raised in her family. Her father was an environmental lawyer and her mother a doctor who was instrumental in starting a nearby clinic. </P><P>Yet, then again it still said something about Daphne. She didn't have to follow her parents' lead. After all, as far as I knew Bette was still traveling the globe 'looking for herself' on daddy and mommy's money.</P><P>"Where are you living?" I asked, just trying to hold up my part of the conversation.</P><P>"I'm renting an apartment," she smiled. "Mark is helping pay for the basics while I'm at school."</P><P>I was feeling almost human by the time the check came. Daphne reached for it, but I snatched it first.</P><P>"Making you pay would be like adding insult to injury," I joked. "Thanks for sobering me up."</P><P>"You're welcome," she smiled.</P><P>Daphne had turned into quite a beauty. She had honey colored hair and soft brown eyes. Her features were attractive and when she smiled, she lit up a room. It didn't hurt that she was curvy in all the right places.</P><P>"Michael, you're staring again," Daphne smirked.</P><P>"You've grown," I said with a shrug. "And I mean more than in just the chest area."</P><P>"I could do with losing a few pounds," she said self-consciously.</P><P>"Nonsense," I insisted. "You're perfect just the way your are." Daphne blushed.</P><P>"So, what were you doing in a bar like that?" I asked, changing the subject again. Daphne was Bette's little sister and quite a bit younger than me. I had no right to flirt with her.</P><P>"Looking for you," she replied with a shrug. "I was driving by on my way to do some chores when I saw you going in. I decided to stop on the way home and see if you were still there."</P><P>"Good thing," I smiled. "Otherwise more than my recent breakup with Janice would be the talk of the family." We shared a laugh.</P><P>"Can I drop you home?" Daphne asked.</P><P>"I wish!" I sighed. "But I have to return to the party."</P><P>"I can give you a ride there. Is it at your parents?"</P><P>"No, it's just down the block at the hall above the rescue squad. There are too many people for my parent's house. But thanks for the offer," I sighed again.</P><P>"You really don't want to go back to the party, do you?" Daphne grinned.</P><P>"Would you? Considering?"</P><P>"Probably not," Daphne replied. She wasn't laughing and I appreciated it once again.</P><P>"I don't suppose you want to come with me?" I found myself asking. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't want Daphne to think I was asking her on a date, so I quickly added, "For moral support."</P><P>"I'm not dressed for a party," Daphne said.</P><P>"It's not that kind of a party," I responded, surprised to realize just how badly I wanted her to go with me. "Come on, help a guy out!"</P><P>"And just how would my going with you help you out?" Daphne asked, obviously stalling as she considered.</P><P>"Well, for one thing you'll certainly be a distraction for all my male cousins," I grinned.</P><P>"Oh great!" she said sarcastically, but she was laughing.</P><P>"Come to think of it, you might want to be careful around cousin Debbie too. I'm pretty sure she's gay," I added, and then teasing added, "Unless of course you prefer that sort of thing." "I don't know," Daphne shrugged. "I've never tried it." I looked at her in shock. She saw my expression, laughed and added, "Well, I haven't!" Daphne seemed like such a normal girl that I kept forgetting that she was brought up in a family where there was no such thing as a taboo subject. They prided themselves on being open about everything. I can still remember a rather uncomfortable conversation about birth control when Bette and I started getting serious.</P><P>"I'm surprised," I said, trying to regroup quickly. "I would think that your parents arranged for lessons in sexual gratification when you came of age." I was joking once again, trying to win a point off of Daphne. No such luck. She was too quick witted.</P><P>"Oh, they did for Bette and my brother John," Daphne replied. "But I decided to forgo the honor." I thought she was just going along with the joke, but you could never tell with her parents.</P><P>"How come you passed?" I asked, honestly curious.</P><P>"I'm the black sheep of the family," Daphne smiled. "I actually want my first time to be with a man or woman that I love."</P><P>"You mean you're a..." I began, but couldn't finish my thought.</P><P>"It's not a dirty word!" she laughed. "Virgin. Yes, I'm a virgin."</P><P>"How old are you?" I asked.</P><P>"Eighteen," she replied with a shake of her head, and then before I could say anything she added, "Yes, there are still eighteen year old virgins out there!"</P><P>"I hope you don't form a club," I grinned. "I doubt the dues would pay for a place to meet. But then again, how big of a place would you really need?"</P><P>"You're a jerk!" Daphne laughed.</P><P>"I've been called worse," I shrugged. "For better reasons."</P><P>"I'm sure."</P><P>"Ouch!" I laughed. "I deserved that!" We both took a last sip of our coffees.</P><P>"Do you really want me to come with you?" Daphne asked after we were done.</P><P>"If you wouldn't mind," I said seriously.</P><P>"Okay," she finally said in agreement. "But you'll owe me a big favor."</P><P>"Deal!" I said happily. "Let's go."</P><P>We stood and made our way to the door of the diner. Daphne was in front of me and try as I might, I couldn't stop looking at her ass. It was just a little bit larger than what was considered normal these days, but I thought it was perfect. I could feel myself stirring.</P><P>'Pervert!' I thought to myself. It didn't stop me from looking. Nor did all the other names I called myself as we left the diner.</P><P>"You're staring again," Daphne said as she turned to face me with a raised eyebrow.</P><P>"How did you know?" I asked.</P><P>"I can feel your eyes on me," she smirked. "I don't really mind, but don't you think you ought to stop before we join your family?"</P><P>'Shit!' I snapped to myself. Now Daphne was flirting with me. I kept trying to remind myself that the cute twelve-year old girl I remembered and this young woman in front of me were the same girl. It didn't help. The fact that she was a virgin made it even worse.</P><P>"Sorry, I guess I'm still a little drunk," I offered lamely. Thankfully, Daphne left it at that.</P><P>"So, what are your family gatherings like?" she asked. I sighed. It would be better if I warned her.</P><P>"Actually, a lot like yours," I replied, and then paused for effect before adding, "And then again, absolutely nothing like them."</P><P>"What's that supposed to mean?" Daphne frowned.</P><P>"Well, like in your family there is pretty much no subject that won't be broached at one of my family's gatherings. We talk about politics and religion, sometimes in the same sentence."</P><P>"I'm used to it," Daphne shrugged.</P><P>"Not like this," I sighed as I remembered one of Daphne's family parties I went to while dating Bette. The conversation there were in controlled, calm voices with people giving each other the floor almost formally.</P><P>"I don't understand."</P><P>"Well," I said, gathering my thoughts, "Take what you're used to and make it larger, much louder and add an earthy quality to it."</P><P>"Earthy?" she asked.</P><P>"That's just a nice way of saying that everyone says what they think and could care less who they offend," I explained.</P><P>"Oh dear!" Daphne said.</P><P>"Now you're starting to understand," I nodded. "They'll be no sight of a meditation pool like I remember from one of the parties Bette dragged me to. Basically, it's considered a success if there is only one fist fight and no broken bones."</P><P>"And you asked me to come with you?"</P><P>"Oh, I'm exaggerating," I smiled. "There hasn't been a fight in a couple of years."</P><P>"Thanks! I feel much better!" Daphne said sarcastically. I couldn't help it. I laughed.</P><P>"Don't worry too much," I continued. "It will be loud and most of my family likes to win arguments whether they're right or not. Some of them make it particularly enjoyable by thinking that the loudest voice wins, but truthfully, no one is intentionally cruel."</P><P>"That's nice to know," Daphne said, shaking her head.</P><P>"Unless of course, it's funny," I added with a sigh. "If that's the case then all bets are off. They're like sharks scenting blood in the water."</P><P>"And your family thinks the whole situation with Janice is hysterical, don't they?" she asked, reading my expression.</P><P>"You guessed it."</P><P>"Now I understand why you don't want to go back!" Daphne said meaningfully. I nodded. Of course, her compassion didn't stop her from insisting that I go first up the stairs into the hall.</P><P>"There you are Michael!" my cousin Tommy called when he saw me. "We were wondering where you went off to."</P><P>"Yeah, we thought maybe you went to visit Janice," my sister Christina teased. "Only we were sure we would have heard the clap of thunder after the lightning struck you down for daring to even go near a church!"</P><P>"That's enough Christina," my mother said in my defense.</P><P>"Michael, who is that lovely girl hiding behind you?" my father added from across the room. I stepped aside so that Daphne could move forward.</P><P>"This is Daphne," I said. "She's an old friend."</P><P>"She's gorgeous!" my father said.</P><P>"Don't mind him," my mother said to Daphne as she took her hand warmly. "He's just a harmless, dirty old man."</P><P>"I heard that!" my father called.</P><P>"So?" My mother called back. "It's true." There was laughter throughout the rather large hall.</P><P>"Aunt Mary, would you mind making room?" Tommy asked. "I'd like to meet this lovely lady."</P><P>"Me too!"</P><P>"Me too!"</P><P>"Don't forget me!"</P><P>"Okay!" I shouted at my gathering male cousins. "All of you vultures back away! Give the girl some room!"</P><P>"Spoil sport!" one of my cousins grumbled.</P><P>"Teddy, you're married for Christ's sake!" I snapped at him.</P><P>"I just wanted to say hello," he answered defensively.</P><P>"That better be all you wanted to do!" I heard his wife call from their table. Again every one in the room laughed.</P><P>I looked nervously at Daphne. I wasn't sure how she was going to handle my family. They were pretty overbearing, but thankfully she was grinning. After that, the focus shifted and I sighed loudly.</P><P>"That was fun!" Daphne grinned at me.</P><P>"Masochist!" I joked. "Let's go try and find someplace to sit. The vultures will start circling again if we stay standing."</P><P>"Michael," Lillian cried as we walked by. "There's room at our table."</P><P>"Thanks," I said with a smile. Daphne and I sat. We ordered drinks as my cousins at our table got in an argument about the local mayor and whether he was corrupt or not. After that the conversation turned to religion, but thankfully there was only one wisecrack about Janice.</P><P>"So, you're saying you don't think there is really a Hell?" cousin Karl asked Lillian in disbelief.</P><P>"No, I don't," Lillian shrugged. "I think Hell is just a place that old people created to keep children in line." They continued to argue for a few minutes before Karl turned toward me.</P><P>"What do you think?" Karl asked.</P><P>"I think hell is being born into this family," I joked. Karl rolled his eyes and turned toward Daphne.</P><P>"How about you?"</P><P>"I think I need another drink," Daphne replied with a grin as she picked up her second glass of wine.</P><P>"Chicken!" Lillian teased. Karl made some clucking noises. Others at the table joined him. Daphne started to open her mouth, but then closed it and looked at me.</P><P>"You don't have to answer," I said to her. "But don't be afraid to either. I don't mind if you offend them. They're only family after all."</P><P>"Jerk!" Lillian cried. Karl called me something worse. I shook my head, but didn't respond.</P><P>"So, tell us? Do you think there is a Hell?" my cousin Debbie asked Daphne. She was giving Daphne a sexy smile. I sighed.</P><P>"I think that for Karl there is a Hell, but for Lillian there isn't," Daphne answered.</P><P>"What's that supposed to mean?" Karl asked.</P><P>"I think we make our own Heaven and Hell."</P><P>"What are we, God?" Karl asked sarcastically.</P><P>"But of course," Daphne replied with a grin.</P><P>"Oh, I like her!" Lillian laughed. The ensuing conversation got loud. So loud in fact, that it drew the attention of the other tables. I sat back and watched. Daphne was not nearly as vocal as the members of my family, but she made her points. It didn't hurt that Lillian took her side. My cousin could hold her own in any family discussion. I sighed in relief when the conversation finally quieted down.</P><P>"That was fun!" Daphne said.</P><P>"You keep saying that and I'll start to think you're crazy," I said, not sure if I was kidding or not. Daphne laughed and reached for her drink.<BR></P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/daphnes-crush" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-495016285323374132012-07-06T07:55:00.001-07:002012-07-06T07:55:45.483-07:00Magic Pills (5 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>Joe and Jackie had been together for over 3 years, and in all that time Joe remained sexually frustrated. It wasn’t that Jackie didn’t enjoy sex, or that she didn’t willingly give herself to Joe, but she wasn’t the least inclined to be adventurous or experimental in their lovemaking. Try as he might, Joe just wasn’t able to overcome her Catholic school ideas of sex being somehow dirty, or naughty. </P><P>Often during their few years together Joe had taken her shopping for sexy clothing and underwear. She would model them for him at home, but so far had never set foot outside the house in crotchless panties or a see-through blouse. The physical sex was much the same. Jackie was eager to have sex, but grew more reluctant as Joe became more imaginative. She gave great head, or at least Joe thought she did, except she had never allowed him to finish in her mouth. She passively allowed him to cum on her breasts, then rather than reveling in their lovemaking, quickly got up to wash before continuing to play. </P><P>Joe considered sex to be both mental and physical, and to him the mental was much more fun, and with each passing year became more so. The play, the tease, the experiments, and the danger of semi-public frolic turned him on. His fantasies were not the wam-bam thank you ma’am of a teenager, but more the involved exhibitionism and wantonness of having his own personal nymphomaniac. Over the years his fantasies became more pornographic, growing from the original sexy clothes and a blow job in the car, to flashing strangers in a bar then fucking the whole lot of them. </P><P>Despite his hints, gentle leading and even bribery, Jackie seemed to show no interest in moving their sex from the bedroom and the bland. Joe wanted more! Joe also wanted Jackie and not some bimbo with no brains, no class and a hot pussy. He decided to find out if he could somehow have what he wanted. </P><P>Joe knew that in this modern age of science almost anything was possible. He began to research the Internet for information that might help. He found countless domination sites that offered to train women, or men, to serve a master. This wasn’t really what he wanted. He encountered hundreds, no thousands of sites offering this pill or that to increase the sex drive of male or female. It wasn’t that Jackies sex drive was low, just that her inhibitions were high. Finally he resorted to posting queries on a couple of sexually oriented bulletin boards. He explained his situation and what he wanted, a sex partner with no inhibitions and a lot of imagination. He also outlined his dilemma, he loved Jackie and did not want to lose her. He resigned himself to wait for some useable reply and settled back into his routine of masturbating to his fantasies. </P><P>xxx</P><P>Jackie was not a beauty queen, but she did know that she was cute. She had the homegrown good looks of Central Texas. She set off her baby fawn soft brown eyes with equally soft, luxuriant brown hair. Standing just 5 foot and 2 inches and weighing 115 pounds she had enough meat on her bones, as she termed it, not to be uncomfortable to cuddle. Her breast were a high and firm 34B that she kept toned, along with the rest of her body with tennis and swimming. She looked good in a tennis skirt. Actually, Jackie thought, the tennis outfit of short skirt and tight top was the most risqué thing she ever wore. </P><P>Jackie was no idiot! She knew Joe was becoming more frustrated by their sex life. She really wished she could let loose more, be more like what he wanted, but the early training plagued her mind. She was a turmoil of conflicting thoughts, needs and fears. Her biggest concern, when she really pondered it was what Joe would really think of her if she did do the things that he wanted. After all, what kind of girl does that? She had come very close a couple of times, almost agreeing to leave the house dressed in a short skirt and no panties, or a thin blouse over bare breast. Each time she had chickened out. She had made love to him with her mouth, bring him right to the edge, then at the last second backed off to have him cum on her breasts. Joe thought that she got up to wash because she was shamed, and she was, but not by the love fluids on her body. She berated herself for not lasting that extra second or two to really please her man, and experience for herself his pleasure. </P><P>Almost a year ago Jackie had unintentionally followed Joe onto the Internet. She had brought up the home page and clicked history to return to a site that she had used earlier that day. There she found a trail to all the sites that her lover had visited recently. Of course she had to peek into his adventures. She was shocked! She was aghast at the sites he had viewed. She was hurt. </P><P>Jackie spent several days pouting over Joe’s Internet perversions. She didn’t bring it up to him as she worked it all out in her head. She was hurt, and considered this almost cheating on her. She also knew that Joe had, in one subtle fashion or another, expressed all these desires to her over the years. </P><P>Jackie started returning to the computer on a regular basis to see where Joe wandered, what his fantasy of the day was. What had been shock gradually became curiosity. Her initial sessions last only the few minutes it took to check the sites of choice that day, but soon she found hours passing as she reviewed each offering. </P><P>Jackie realized that she was undergoing some changes when she found her hand stroking between her legs as she watched a particularly nasty video Joe had downloaded. Still she wasn’t able to overcome her big fear of letting loose, especially now that she had established her almost puritanical standards in Joe’s mind. Oh God, what to do, she mussed repeatedly.</P><P>One evening, while Joe was out playing basketball she keyed up the computer and followed her lovers trail. There seemed to be some different sites this time, and as she clicked onto them she found saved passwords that let her into a chat room. Joe’s online identity popped up. Jackie was afraid to look further. She had a fear that Joe had carried his online antics to the next step and had an affair going. </P><P>After a little trial and error she found his postings on the site, and read them with both amazement and relief. The goofy sexfiend was trying to find some scientific way to turn her into a slut! She almost laughed as she read the posting, it was so sweet and so dumb. </P><P>He wanted a pill, or cream, or gizmo, or device that would make her over into a totally wanton and free spirited sex machine. As he put it, “something that would free her body from the confines of her mind.”</P><P>She lay in the tub that night and an idea began to germinate. If there really was such a pill, if an outside source made a person different, then she wouldn’t be responsible, she wouldn’t, couldn’t be judged by the “old” standards that had ruled her life. </P><P>xxx</P><P>Joe checked for replies from his posting every night for the first week or so. He got plenty of them early on, all from crackpots, idiots or perverts and he replied to none of them. Gradually he checked less often, and most times there was no reply after the first couple of weeks. One day he dialed in from the office, just a last frustrated stab, hoping that maybe something had turned up. To his surprise there was a new answer, and as he read it his hope rose.</P><P>To Joe hopeful and frustrated</P><P>I am a research doctor at Baylor College and I specialize in hormone and enzyme studies. We are testing a new compound that shows remarkable side effects I think you will be interested in. Originally designed as a hormone supplement for menopausal women the drug had absolutely no effect as intended, and no other effect we can detect except to raise the libido of the taker. The effect seems to be cumulative and progressive over about a 3 week period, and to put it bluntly makes a woman “horny as hell” to quote one subject in the study. </P><P>The other manifestation, and I consider this more of interest, is that the subject becomes very susceptible to suggestion. Almost un-noticed at first, the subject wants to please, and by the end of the third week is anticipating the desires of key people in her life in an effort to please them. </P><P>The College has discontinued all testing and is in fear of legal action. The much raised libido combined with the desire to make herself “pleasing” lead to some very embarrassing situations. One researcher was actually caught receiving oral sex from a subject. He claimed she would not take no for an answer. </P><P>If this interest you please contact me, it seems I have an unaccounted for surplus of the medication available to me. </P><P>Once again I assure you, it has no other effects on a person.</P><P>“The Mad Scientist”</P><P>Joe read the comments over and over, not really believing, but becoming more hopeful with each reading. Finally he sent a reply to the mad scientist. Back and forth they conversed, Joe digging out all the information he could, while the Doctor did all he could to protect his identity and assure Joe that the drug was safe and “harmless”.</P><P>Joe wrestled with the ethics of his situation, but it was really a one sided match between his hard dick and soft conscience. A few days later he requested a supply of the miracle drug. The mad scientist replied with instructions for giving the drug, one pill dissolved in a drink, coffee, water or alcohol, twice a day. He also requested Joe to keep in touch with updates as to the effects of the experiment, assuring Joe that he was not a pervert, but had a genuine scientific interest in the testing. </P><P>By the end of the week Joe had his supply of pills. They came in a blank prescription bottle of 60 very small pills. </P><P>That evening Jackie got her first dose, a pill in her wine with diner. She had really been in a good mood the past couple of weeks and made no comment as she tasted the unusually sweat flavor of the red wine. They made love that night, Joe being more attentive to her pleasure than usual, not that he was normally too self centered about sex. Jackie dozed off, feeling very relaxed and loved as they cuddled together. </P><P>It was Joe’s habit to bring Jackie her first cup of coffee in bed each morning, and it was a little perk she really enjoyed. She took her coffee black and unsweetened, and yet this cup had a definite sweat taste to it. The second cup, taken after her shower was the usual black kick in the butt that she liked from her java. Dressed and ready for work Jackie gave Joe a big sloppy kiss and headed off. This repeated for 2 more days and Joe bided his time, following the mad scientist advise that it would take 72 hours for the effects to begin. </P><P>xxx</P><P>Jackie really was feeling more randy the past couple of days. Joe had been really nice to her, almost as if he were feeling guilty about something. Though it had been 2 days since their last sex they had been flirting and teasing more than usual. Joe had planned a night out for the weekend and was teasing her about wearing something sweat and sexy for him. She kept telling him it wasn’t the package that mattered, but what was inside. Now she found herself looking forward to getting home and tempting Joe into bed early for some play. She didn’t normally think of sex at work, but today her mind wandered to it several times. She smiled.</P><P>The front door opened and it was Jackie’s cue to walk across the bedroom. Passing the open door she was on full view to Joe. Naked, drying her body with a towel she crossed the room. Of course it worked. Joe was there in the doorway immediately, watching her as she toweled her hair. She wiggled her hips and walked to him, taking him in her arms to crush her breasts against him as she took his tongue with hers. She felt his erection grow instantly. </P><P>“How about helping me out here?” she asked.</P><P>“Sure, doing what?” he replied.</P><P>“Well I’m almost done with my priming, but I still need to shave my bikini line, can you do it for me?”</P><P>Joe’s grin widened from ear to ear as he grabbed the razor from her dressing table. “Lay down and let me at it!” he laughed. </P><P>Jackie spread her towel on their bed and then spread herself on top of that. Joe was dashing about getting some hot water in a basin, a hand towel and her shaving gel. Piling all that on the bed he quickly stripped off his clothes and walked to the foot of the bed. </P><P>He looks kind of dumb, she thought. Standing there with that silly grin and his dick sticking up in the air. She scooted down so her feet could hang off the bed and rest on the low footboard. This let Joe reach her to shave her without having to crawl up onto the bed himself. Placing her hands behind her head she opened her legs and Joe went to work. </P><P>“You really should let me take it all off,” he said.</P><P>“No, not yet,” she replied surprising herself. She was full of surprises to herself tonight. The shaving had been a spur of the moments impulse, very unlike her. She was glad she had given into it. She was more surprised that she had insinuated that she might let him shave her completely. He had playfully hinted at it a few times and she had always quickly denied him. </P><P>The warm towels, the creamy feel of the lather, the rasp of the razor, and most of all the touch of his hands soon had Jackie in very aroused state. She could tell he was taking liberties with her bush, moving it higher than she normally had it. He shaved her lips and left her a small triangle starting at the top of her slit. She smiled. Soon the hot towels came again, to clean her up. Playful hands followed these. She was moist, and ready as Joe slipped a finger into her. He had such good hands she thought. He curled his finger around and slowly began to stroke that oh so tender spot inside her. Her hips raised off the bed, as her eyes closed and she gave into the feeling running through her. His tongue replaced his hand. As it slithered across her bare lips to taste her she shuttered, forcing her hips into him. The contact of his lips and tongue on her bare skin drove her wild, and when he finally centered in on her clit she exploded almost at once. Joe didn’t stop, he continued to flick her and her hips jerked up again as another wave began to wash over her. She rode one orgasm to the next for several minutes as Joe licked and sucked on her love. </P><P>Never had Jackie felt like this, never had she climaxed so hard or often. She was actually panting as she lay trying to recover. Joe just waited, running his hands lovingly over her legs and belly. Her breath slowly returned to normal.</P><P>She raised up on her elbows and look at him. “Oh fuck,” she said, “if I had let you shave it bald it probably would have killed me!”</P><P>Joe wasn’t used to hearing such things as fuck from her, but at this minute she looked well fuck. </P><P>“Your turn now big boy,” she smiled, “climb up here in my spot.”</P><P>“You’re not going to shave me?” he asked her. </P><P>“No, but I might suck it all off!”</P><P>Joe took her spot on the bed and Jackie stood between his legs. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his hard cock. Slowly she began to pump, up and down. Her face lowered to him and her mouth opened. Her tongue flicked out to tease him, first touching the head, then sliding up the length. Slowly she began to take him in her mouth. Very slowly she lowered her face over him. No other motion, no words, just the slow swallowing of her lover. She held him deep in her mouth while she slipped her hands between his legs and began to massage his testicles. His legs opened farther, allowing her better access. Still she held her mouth still. Her hand slid farther back to play with his ass. Still she held him steady in her mouth. Her eyes meet his and she could see the want, the pleasure verging on pain and the love in them. Her eyes twinkled, with mischief and excitement. All at once she started to move. Her head bobbed, her hand pumped, her tongue danced, all making love to his throbbing dick in her mouth. Her eyes remained locked on his. His dick was wet from her mouth and she was making slurping noises as she attacked him. She watched him, and felt him. When his hips raised, his eyes closed and his body began to vibrate she pushed the tip of one finger into his ass. </P><P>Joe exploded. It seemed to be almost one continuous orgasm for him, but Jackie felt each pulse as it hit her throat. Some slid right down her throat, some boiled out the side of her mouth and some remained trapped as she continued to bob on his cock. Finally Joe grabbed her hair and pulled her off as he became super sensitive. </P><P>She cuddled her face against his belly and thought with great satisfaction about her first “complete” blow job. It had turned her on almost as much as it had Joe. She pulled herself up and knee walked over his supine body. When her knees were over his shoulders he opened his eyes again to stare up at his earlier handiwork. She lowered to him and his mouth covered her. She rode his mouth with an easy paced motion as his tongue brought her to pleasures she had denied herself too long. They slept very well that night.</P><P>The next morning, Friday, she woke him by playing with his morning erection. When he was wide awake she sent him after coffee. The first cup had the now familiar sweat taste. She varied her morning routine slightly, but significantly, remaining nude until just before it was time to leave, then dressing as he watched. He repeatedly tried to encourage her back to bed, and couldn’t keep his hands off her bare breasts, but she resisted not only him, but her own impulses to jump in the sack. </P><P>Jackie was distracted that morning at work. Her mind kept wandering back to the previous night. At noon Joe called her. After the required small talk she asked, “Did you enjoy last night lover?”</P><P>“Oh God yes!” he answered.</P><P>“What have you got planned for tonight?” she inquired.</P><P>“Diner and the theater,” he offered, then added, “and lots of sex!”</P><P>They talked a few more minutes, each wishing the other was there, then kisses silly phone kisses and left each other to make it through the day. </P><P>The rest of the afternoon she pondered the changes in her life. Letting Joe finish in her mouth was a major step for her, then sitting on his face and taking her pleasure in return, wow! And now all she could think about was getting it on with him again. What was coming over her? Joe said most of sex was mental, she thought, and I have sure been sitting here mentally masturbating. </P><P>xxx</P><P>Joe was home before her that night. He was revisiting the fantastic sex of the prior night as he showered. His hand played a steady rhythm on his hardon, lubricated by the shower soap. Oh shit, this was too good, he thought. These little pills really do work! </P><P>He had been faithfully slipping two a day into her coffee and evening drink. The effects seemed to be unfolding just as the mad scientist had predicted. He had communicated with him earlier that afternoon, filling him in, giving probably too much detail, about the latest developments. The Doctor had written right back, informing him that if things went according to the past studies the suggestibility should be kicking in about now. He warned against using direct commands, but rather to use terms such as, it would please me, or I would be happy if, to lead her in the direction you want. He was thinking of that now, out of the shower and dressed in loose slacks and shirt. </P><P>He heard Jackie come in, then saw her in the living room. He walked to her and asked, “OK kiddo, what do you want to eat tonight?” </P><P>Jackie grabbed his belt with both hands and said, “Your hard dick!”</P><P>She then dropped to her knees, opened his pant and took him into her mouth.</P><P>OH man, he thought, this really is working! Then he tried a little experiment. </P><P>“Jackie I loved cumming in your mouth last night, it was great! Right now I don’t want you to get me too excited because I would really love it if you would dress up for me and we could play and tease and make it really hot for later.” <BR></P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/magic-pills" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-4170759136875268492012-07-06T07:55:00.000-07:002012-07-06T07:55:00.718-07:00Captured (5 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>Her feminine ankles matched her wrists, bound in coarse rope, harsh against her skin. As the soldier carried her delicate body, the tight ropes twisted; rubbing her flesh and creating sores with every movement. It might have been painful, had she been conscious to feel it.</P><P>Sunk into the soldiers broad arms like a child being carried, her braid of smooth russet hair nearly scraped at the cold stone floor beneath them, her feminine helmet of armor still in tact on her head, where a thin line of dried blood seeped from her hairline onto her soft face. Her peach plump lips parted slightly, taking in small breaths below the thin curve of her nose. Her olive eyes were closed ever so lightly, in her sound and forced sleep. Her long boots had already been stripped from her small bare feet, and the sleeve of her dark leather top had been cut at the shoulder, leaving her neckline slightly visible under the thin metal weaves of chain that vested around her top, and in another layer wrapped around the waist of her dark pants like a skirt.</P><P>Another soldier waited alongside opened doors down the corridor of this dark, cold, stone castle. He stared at the unconscious girl with a small smile before they proceeded in, where a third man looked over opened scrolls, placed over the cold table surrounded by dancing torchlight. He did not look like a soldier, wearing soft silk robes over his long body, clinging to his undulated torso, hugging the tone of his muscle. His hair was dark to his shoulders, curving around his strong handsome face, where he hid part of himself under a small mask that only covered the left potion of his face, curving to leave his nose and chin visible, and under the thin but tight fitting mask there was a dark cloth patch over his left eye, completely aligned with the dark right eye on the other side of his face.</P><P>"Lord Talos." One of the guards addressed him, causing him to silently look up.</P><P>Talos's cold stare rested on the girl, and his eyes grew with anxiety and excitement, in a way that made it seem he was surprised by her sudden appearance as he rose to his feet. He had been waiting for her, this girl.</P><P>Talos pushed some of his scrolls aside and motioned for the soldiers to place her on the stone table, and he looked over her cautiously as the soldiers stepped aside, but then Talos too, suddenly stepped back away from her, as if he felt even unconscious, she was unapproachable.</P><P>"Remove her armor." Talos ordered.</P><P>The soldiers quickly complied, unhooking the chain that surrounded her body and the helmet protecting her already injured delicate head.</P><P>"How did you manage this?" Talos asked excitedly as he went back to her, running his hand over the tight lumps within her shirt that were her breasts.</P><P>"We ambushed her party while they were on their way to Isinflo castle." One of the soldiers explained proudly, "When we discovered she was among them, we knew you would want her." "You've done well." Talos replied, "collect your reward from Lady Mara."</P><P>"Thank you Lord Talos." One of the soldiers said happily.</P><P>Talos stared down at the girl as he listened to the sounds of the guards exiting. Excitement filled him as he looked over his quarry with cold eyes, she looked so helpless now, without her armor, but he knew better, she was not helpless, he would have to be careful with her, he would have to ensure she stay helpless.</P><P>He leaned over her face and felt her soft breathing against his chin, taking in her aroma, even through the faint scent of blood she smelled sweet and alluring, and as he came up he tapped her face with firm strikes of his palm, wanting to wake her now, wanting her to know where she was, but much to his chagrin, she lay still, without flinching once.</P><P>But Talos was not deterred by her lack of movement, he had been waiting for this, for a long time, and he swore he would enjoy every moment he had to torment his newest prisoner. He withdrew a sharp blade, hanging off the wall near many others, and he ran the sharp end over the lines of her clothing, wondering where he wanted to start. Noticing the tear in her shirt he found it just as good as any place, and with ease and care he cut her shirt from her body, watching in amusement as he revealed her round breasts and pointed nipples that had been hiding, tucked tightly away in the tight leather, so tightly it almost appeared she didn't possess such wonderful breasts, and now he wondered just how she was able to breath as he took one firmly into his head and felt the gentle weight of it, rolling her perky nipple in his fingers, delighted at how it became a hard ball against his touch. She would like his touch, and if she didn't, she would tolerate it, this he was certain of.</P><P>He moved on to remove the scraps of her top completely, and raised her already bound hands over her head, wanting to see the slant of her ribs against her thin waist and stretch of her breasts. He ran his hands over her chest again, and touched her neck, looking for a response in her, but other than the stiffened peaks of her peach nipples there was little sign that she was coherent, even in her unconscious mind.</P><P>Talos carefully cut her pants away, beginning with her leggings, revealing the slender length of her feminine form, and then the narrow curve of her hips, and when he found the soft place between her thighs and found it smooth, with the small patch of hair stripped from it, a slight laughter escaped him and he felt a throbbing in his groin, aroused by the discovery. He had heard of women who wore the breasts of their cunt so smooth but he had never actually encountered one.</P><P>"You vixen." He remarked, deciding to cut the ropes from her ankles, the sensations moving through his own body daring him to spread her legs, and he did, just enough to see the lips of her smooth pussy, still closed before him, but a simple touch of his thumb parted the pink swells, and from there he wanted more.</P><P>His hands began to wander her smooth flesh hungrily, other than the abrasion within her hairline she seemed so entirely perfect and unscarred, could this really be the dangerous woman he had been waiting for? It didn't seem to matter now, not while he was moving his strong tongue over the crevice of her rounded, inward belly button, working his way over her breasts, making her nipples even tighter as he tasted and took in the sweet ways of her skin. He ran his tongue over her neck and rested his mouth over hers, forcing her lips apart and pushing his tongue deep within her waiting mouth.</P><P>Talos felt her take in a deep breath through her nose and felt her chest heave against his hand. Was she waking up? He certainly hoped so. He pulled his face from hers and watched intently, but she still showed no sign of waking even with the troubled crease developing in her perfect brow. He began to touch her hair, running his hand through it, loosening the long braid and removing the tie that held it, and as he did this, his free hand instinctively stretched the length of her body, his fingers tickling her inner thighs, her legs still open for him. He traced his fingers over the soft openings of her center, opening her more, moving his hand down the center of her swelling lips, waiting for that pleasant moisture he desired to bathe his wandering fingers in.</P><P>He felt her hips move ever so slightly on his hand, her body knowing his touch even as she did not. He moved the hand from her hair and then over her breasts, wanting them to swell with passion, her nipples to tighten until they ached, and while he waited he pressed his mouth over hers again, forcing in his deep kiss, massaging her tongue that lightly reacted under the pressure.</P><P>Her body jolted somewhat when he forced one finger into her moistening pussy, exploring the chamber within her, he studied her face again, and she was more expressive now, as if lost in a deep dream. Soon he would make her dream of him, and he hoped they might be terrible dreams.</P><P>A second finger slipped through the tight gap, oh how very deliciously tight she was, and the ever growing liquid cream surrounded his finger, urging him to force a second finger through, and he did, exploring her more widely, opening her to his touch until... yet another discovery, a barrier, just hidden within her chamber, a barrier not yet broken. His dangerous little vixen was a virgin! The excitement overwhelmed him and he forced himself to ease away from her boundary, refusing to break it with his hand, and he fought the urge to remove his throbbing erection from the soft silk it moved against for the sole purpose of shoving it through her barrier and riding her like a rabid stallion.</P><P>His excitement was overwhelming, he thought of calling upon one of the many willing women within his fortress to relieve him, save the prize before him for later, savoring her, but he quickly found his desire was unmanageable, and as he continued to touch the moistening place between her thighs, controlling himself from pushing forward. A small moan escaped her. The sound brought him to reach under his wide, loosely fitting pants, exposing his own throbbing organ.</P><P>He excitedly moved onto the table, looming over her as he continued to touch her growing dampness, she was wet now, he wanted her body to feel the pleasure he could bring. He pressed his aching erection carefully between the lips of her center, letting her juices coat the hot muscle he so terribly wished to relieve. He ran the head between the open fold of her pussy, continuously using his fingers, wanting to open her. His body shook in fits as he controlled himself, and for a moment he feared his own body would turn itself against him, defying his wishes, just the same as he imagined his young captive's body was responding now. Talos kissed her again, attempting to relive some of the mounding tension as the weight of his strong erection pressed further against her opening hole.</P><P>He used both hands now to hold her breasts, squeezing them tightly as her body began to shift beneath him, he watched her face intently as he slid his organ against her, more and more, waiting for any sign that she would awaken, how wonderful it would be if she were to regain consciousness now, he imagined the look on her delicate face, if she were to open her eyes just in time to feel him push inside of her, filling her, to a place no one has ever reached. The excitement of his thoughts ran over him as he squeezed her breasts even tighter, becoming lost in the feeling in the peaks of her nipples hard between his fingers, and he was lost in his own pleasures, exploring this creature.</P><P>When her body arched again, the liquid cream flowing from her, over his erection in a magnificent way, he was entirely taken off guard over the excitement and without hesitation the sensitive head of his noble organ slipped inside her, luckily he thought, not to far, but the new sensation of her chasm tightly holding him there, was tantalizing. He refused to remove from his newfound comfort, edging the head in and out so smoothly, feeling the gracefully tight space. She moaned beneath him as he suddenly ejaculated, barely within her walls, her own body responding, reaching another soft climax.</P><P>He found it so desirable the way her body had welcomed him, so perfect he thought, and he watched her, holding her tightly as he felt the shift in her hips against him, following the soft moan. He watched her bright eyes pierce him as they snapped open under the sensations of her body and the weight of his, and he watched as her pupils dilated momentarily before her eyes rolled back and she had consciously left him again. </P><P>It didn't matter. She had looked upon him, he decided she knew where she was, and he hoped her dark dreams would torment her as she thought of all the things he was capable of doing to her. Her naked body his to use how he wanted, when he wanted. He wondered if she would understand, why he wanted to torment her so, of course she would; it would be unacceptable if she didn't remember him. The way he had thought of her, for long years now, she must remember him.</P><P>It was not difficult for Talos to know this was his prize; this girl was his prize for waiting so long. He had burned the image of her face into his memory, her beautiful face, and now that she was older and her fine features had matured it gave him so many filthy ideas. A year before he might have taken her life quickly, but now he fully appreciated himself for deciding to keep her for a while. Even in her forced sleep from the blow to her head he could still smell her scent, her sweet scent that told him she was already his, in any form he pleased, and he lusted after the idea of training her, making her know she had no choice, her body would never allow her defiance and neither would he. </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/captured-13" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-77242159873860525972012-07-06T07:54:00.002-07:002012-07-06T07:54:00.468-07:00Daddy's Darlin' Ch. 01 (5 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>When I was born, my father had been put in jail for armed robbery, and my mother, then 23, met my daddy, then 20, when I was only about 2. Though he wasn’t my ‘real’ father, I had always thought of him that way, and he was the only daddy I knew. </P><P>I was just about 12 when my mom walked out on daddy and me. She left one summer to go live in the city. Said she couldn’t handle living such a ‘small’ life. Daddy and I never heard from her again. I didn’t mind too much, my mom had always been depressed, and I loved my daddy. </P><P>We lived in a small ranch in Nebraska. Daddy raised and sold cattle. We had about 10 ranch hands that stayed at the ranch during the week, but other than that it was just me and daddy. </P><P>Daddy and I had always been close; he had taught me everything I knew. There wasn’t another school for about 20 miles, and instead of taking the long hot bus ride into town, I was home schooled. Occasionally we got together with some of the other kids on nearby ranches, but as I got older, I really just stayed at home. </P><P>The day before my 18th birthday, I was so excited. I would finally be an adult! Not that I thought too many things would change, but still, what a great age to be. That night, over dinner daddy seemed pretty excited also. Going on to all the men that worked for him how his pretty little girl would be a woman, and so on. I just sat there blushing, as I could feel constant eyes looking me over. </P><P>I was well-developed, even for my age. My hair was long, and red, my skin tan from spending so much time out on the ranch. My legs were strong from endless days of horseback riding. I’d inherited my large breasts from my mother, and I think my daddy had noticed. I thought about how lonely he must be out here all the time, but than my attention turned to the clock as my daddy told me it was past my bed time. </P><P>“But, dad!” I protested. </P><P>“No darlin’, you’re not 18 yet, and your bedtime is still 10 o’clock.”</P><P>“Okay daddy...” I sighed, and jumped up from the table and went to give him a kiss. “I love you daddy,” I said.</P><P>“I love you too, pumpkin” He said, and I walked up to my room. A couple minutes after I walked away, I heard the men laughing and hollering. I figured they were all just getting drunk, and went to bed.</P><P>Morning came, and I woke up with a start. It was already 9am! I know it was my birthday, and I was now 18, but daddy would not be happy that I had slept in so late. I ran in to the bathroom, and jumped in the shower. Wanting to be, and feel, nice and pretty for my 18th birthday, I made sure to clean myself up extra well. I shaved my legs, and my underarms, and then I shaved my pussy nice and clean. I had seen this in a porn movie I had stolen from one of the ranch hands once, and had tried it and liked it so, I always shaved there. I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me and walked down the hall and into my room. </P><P>I opened my door, closed it behind me, turned around and saw my daddy sitting in the arm chair across from my bed. He almost seemed to be crying. <BR>“What’s wrong daddy?” I asked</P><P>“Nothing darlin’… You’re daddy is just lonely.”</P><P>“I’m here for you daddy. Always”</P><P>He looked up, smiled at me and winked. “I know darlin’, I know.” “Happy birthday baby,” he continued. </P><P>I smiled at him, sat down on his lap and gave him a big hug. When I did, the towel opened a bit exposing the upper parts of my inner thighs. I didn’t think too much of, but got up and went over to my closet to pick out an outfit. </P><P>Daddy chimed in, “Before you get dressed darlin’ I have a little present for you, the first of many.”</P><P>“Oh really daddy, thank you!”</P><P>He pulled out a thin rectangular box from underneath the armchair. I quickly ripped off the wrapping paper, and pulled open the box to find a white cotton dress, and tiny white g-string panties. I looked up at my daddy and said thank you.</P><P>“The dress was your mother’s, it is yours now. The panties are just something pretty I picked up for you in town. Please, wear them today.”</P><P>I smiled, and said okay, slipped the dress on over my head, pulling it down over me before dropping my towel; my wet hair dropping down over my shoulders. I then picked up the g-string, and put them on. I felt so sexy. My breasts pressed against the thin cotton fabric making my nipples hard and quite visible. Daddy asked me to turn around so he could see how the dress looked. Standing in front of the window like I was, with the sun shining through made the fabric almost sheer. </P><P>Daddy smiled at me and said, “You look beautiful baby girl. It fits you just how it fit your mother.” </P><P>“Thank you, daddy” I said.</P><P>“Now, one more thing,” daddy said with a smile. </P><P>“What’s that daddy?”</P><P>“You’re birthday spanking. You have 18 coming.” I looked up at him with a bit of fright. “You can take it darlin’, I know you can.” He said a he stood up pulling off his belt. “Now, bed over the side of your bed there.” I did as he said. He walked over to me, and pushed my hair to the side so he could see my face. Daddy pulled up the back of my dress, exposing my bare ass cheeks, with just the thin back of the g-string barely visible. Daddy leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday baby, now be a good girl, and count ‘em out.”</P><P>Mere seconds after he stood back up I felt the first slap of Daddy’s belt on my ass. “OOOOWWWW….” I screamed. “One, daddy.” Again the belt, rained down on my already aching ass. “Two, Daddy,” I whimpered. He continued the spanking, and I continued counting ‘em out until we got to the 18th one. When I said, 18, daddy, he stopped, and told me to stay right there just like I was. Daddy went into my top dresser door, and got my lotion. He returned and sat beside me still bent over the side of my bed. </P><P>“You’re such a good girl darlin’,” Daddy said as he squeezed the cold white lotion out onto my bright red ass. It felt so good. I let out a bit of a moan as daddy was rubbing the lotion in causing him to pause for just a second before continuing. Daddy squeezed more lotion onto my tender ass, and some of it ran down between my cheeks, and onto the part of the panties covering my pussy. Daddy reached his hand down to wipe it up with his finger, and as he did, he stopped. Daddy felt around on the fabric of the panties before sliding a finger under them. </P><P>“My little girl shaves herself smooth, just like her mother.” I started having a funny feeling in me with daddy’s finger there, and I tried to pull away a little. Daddy put his hand on my back, and told me to stay right there, he would take good care of me, and that everything would be okay. Daddy then stood up behind me, and pulled the g-string down my legs, and to my ankles; leaving him face to face with my already wet pussy. </P><P>“You seem to be enjoying yourself darlin’, now you be a good girl, and daddy’s going to give you another present.” He put his hands up on my ass and squeezed my cheeks causing me to flinch. Daddy then pulled my ass cheeks apart, and slipped his tongue from my asshole to my wet snatch. I jumped, and moaned at the same time. </P><P>“Oh, daddy, I screamed.” My legs were now shaking. He pressed on further, sliding his tongue down around my clit and licking up into my hole. I tried to push away, scared at these things I was feeling for the first time. </P><P>“Be a good girl darlin’ and cooperate with your daddy, or you will get another spanking!”</P><P>“Yes, daddy, I’m just scared.”</P><P>“Its okay baby, I love you.” Daddy pushed his tongue up against my clit again and I quivered. “Does daddy’s tongue feel good in you darlin’?” </P><P>“Yes daddy” I moaned as I felt his fingers brush against my smooth pussy. Daddy’s tongue continued working furiously at my clit, as he slowly slid a finger into my pussy, just a few inches. He worked that finger back and forth a few times, before removing it and licking me all over. He moved his tongue up to my asshole, and pushed hard. It hurt a bit, but felt soft and wet. I moaned a bit louder, getting close to cumming. Daddy slid two of his fingers into my pussy, and pumped them in and out a few times before pressing another finger to my tight little ass. I screamed as daddy pushed his finger through the tight muscles of his ass before it slid in knuckle deep. The pain and pleasure scrambled and became grey, and my breathing grew heavy. His fingers still pushing at my pussy, daddy slid his finger in and out of my ass slowly at first, before picking up the pace to match his other fingers. Suddenly, I jumped and my body spasmed before I let out a loud moan, and came.</P><P>“Oh daddy, oh daddy…. It feels so good. Yes daddy, thank you daddy.” My words, loud but barely coherent. Daddy slid his fingers from my pussy, and kept sliding the other one in and out of my ass. He undid his jeans and slid his pants and boxers down to his knees revealing his huge cock. It was rock hard and must have been 8 inches long. I looked back at him in fear. Daddy grabbed his cock with his free hand, and pushed the tip up against my pussy, and pushed ever so slowly until just the tip was in.</P><P>“Now darlin’, I know this hurts a little, but you’re daddy’s good little girl, and you’re going to trust me. Daddy made you feel good, now you are going to make daddy feel good.” Sassy pressed his cock into me until he felt a bit of resistance. He held himself there, still working his finger in and out of my ass. He added a second finger to the mix, and my legs, already soaked with my own cum, started to shake more. </P><P>“Oh daddy, whatever you want daddy,” I moaned. He pulled his dick back out a bit, and then slammed the whole of it balls deep into me. “I screamed out loud, and daddy quickly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and wrapped his hand around my mouth. </P><P>“Not too loud darlin’.” I could smell myself on his hand, and he kept it there as he slid his dick in and out of me. All I could do was let out a muffled moan under his hand. He pumped my pussy faster and harder, and it felt like he was going to rip me open. It started to feel good, and I could feel myself close to cumming again, and I started pushing my ass back onto daddy’s cock. He moved his hand from my mouth, grabbed my lips and started fucking me harder. My breasts bounced roughly each time he slammed himself into me, and I felt my pussy would split open. Letting out another loud moan, the muscles in my pussy started contracting, as I was cumming again. When my moans quieted down, I could feel daddy’s cock pulsate in me before he let out a grunt, pulled it out of me, and shot his warm cum out onto my ass. </P><P>Daddy knelt there behind letting out some grunting noises, and heavy breathing before sitting beside me on the bed. He picked up my head and pressed his cock to my mouth. </P><P>“Be a good girl, and clean daddy off.” I parted my lips, and he slid his half hard dick into my mouth a few times as I flicked my tongue over it trying to get it clean. I could taste my own cum mixed with his, and it felt so great, to be so close to my daddy. When I was done, I looked up at him, and smiled. He told me to get up and sit back on his lap. I stood up, and my dress slid back down into place. My nipples still hard, I sat sown on daddy’s lap. </P><P>“Now darlin’, you made daddy a very happy man. I love you baby.”</P><P>“I love you too daddy, and thank you.”</P><P>Daddy smiled back at me, and I stood up to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. On the way out of my bedroom daddy patted my ass and said, “Get yourself cleaned up and come down to breakfast.” He stuffed the white g-string panties into his pocket. “Just wear that dress today you won’t be needing these panties. Daddy has many more surprises in store for you today.”</P><P>Excited, I said, “Thank you daddy!”</P><P>“You’re welcome, darlin'."<BR></P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/daddys-darlin-ch-01" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-57011540071922297402012-07-06T07:54:00.001-07:002012-07-06T07:54:00.718-07:00Raping Chay (5 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>It is extremely difficult being a high school teacher these days. No I am not talking about students with guns or any of that nonsense. The biggest problem are the female students. They just never looked like this when I was in school and I swear that the majority of them are blatant cock teases. You just cannot understand the difficulty of my job until you actually sit in front of a class and feel your cock getting hard as one of these little bitches opens her legs in the front row. The worst part of it is that I have to deal with this at home as well as at school.</P><P>My daughter Chay is probably the biggest prick tease of them all. I noticed her change in attitude a few years ago. I think it was at this time that she realized she could get almost anything she wanted from men if she led them to believe that was sex involved. I really wouldn’t have a problem with it but she as taken to using her charms on me now. I may be her father but I am still a man and Chay uses that to her advantage. This was all soon about to change.</P><P>It happened on a Friday about 2 months ago. It was a particularly stressful day at school, from a sexual standpoint anyways. You see the weather had just started turning warmer and that only means one thing. More revealing clothing. One girl in particular, Jessica Swanson, showed up in my class with an amazingly short skirt. Now mind you that Jessica was the absolute worst tease in any of my classes and today was no exception.</P><P>I watched in awe as the high school senior sat directly in front of me and proceeded to spread her legs, giving me a wonderful look at her panties. She looked up every so often to see if I was looking and would flash me a wicked little “You can look but not touch” type of smile. She was right of course, I could look as much as she allowed me but I could not touch. That is not to say that I couldn’t have dirty little thoughts though and that’s exactly what I did, but that was when Jessica raised the stakes.</P><P>Normally I sit and take in any view one of these teases wants to offer and it has been rather “R” rated up until now, but Jessica did something that would forever change my life. My mouth dropped when I watched her sneak her hand up her skirt and slowly slide her panties aside. There it was, in all it’s womanly beauty, her shaved pink pussy. Of course she caught me looking and just flashed her infamous smile and rubbed her fingers in the “shame-shame” fashion. I was awakened from my trance by the sound of the bell. Thankfully it was the end of the day and I could go home and jerk off thinking about Jessica’s pussy. Or so I thought.</P><P>When I walked in the back door to my house I saw my daughter, wearing a pair of skimpy white shorts and one of those “wife beater” shirts. She was slightly bent over looking through the refrigerator, her young firm ass moving back and forth to the music lofting in from the other room. My cock took on a mind of it’s own as I watched her, feeling myself hardening in my pants. I was fixated on her and didn’t even notice her looking back over her shoulder at me.</P><P>“See anything you like daddy?” she asked in a giggly voice.</P><P>I could only mumble as she wiggled her firm young ass at me. What was she doing? Teasing me? Her own father? Well I had to deal with it all day at work and I would be damned if I was going to allow it to continue at home to.</P><P>I crept up behind her as if to look for something to eat myself, my hands touched the backs of her thighs and I slowly began to stroke them all the while pushing my growing member against her ass. Chay and I have always been touchy feely but this was going beyond anything we had ever done before and she knew it.</P><P>“Um daddy? Wh-what are you doing?” I felt her body tensing as she asked.</P><P>“You are getting to be a very sexy girl Chay” I answered, ignoring her question.</P><P>My cock began to throb as my hands slid further up her thighs to her ass. Feeling my daughters young firm ass was getting to be too much for me. I knew what I wanted and I was bound and determined to take it if need be.</P><P>“OK that’s enough. I think you should stop now daddy”</P><P>“Oh you do, do you? So you think you can parade around here dressing the way you do and teasing me the way you do and nothing will happen?”</P><P>“But daddy I didn’t….”</P><P>SLAP! My hand rained down on her ass hard and I felt her push back at me as she let out a surprised yelp.</P><P>“Don’t you think I know a cock tease when I see on Chay? I deal with it all day long at work and then I come home to you.”</P><P>“I swear I didn’t mean to daddy I …”</P><P>“Shut up!“ Again my hand slapped my daughters ass hard.</P><P>I listened to her whimper softly as one hand slide up her side to her large breast and the other moved forward, rubbing at her covered pussy and for a split second I thought I heard her moan. My cock was aching to be free of it’s confines and I desperately wanted to see my daughter’s face. I roughly tugged at her arm, pulling her up and turning her to face me. She looked scared but I was in too much of a sexual frenzy to care.</P><P>“Daddy? Please, what are you going to do to me?”</P><P>“On your knees you little bitch! NOW!” my voice seemed to both shock and scare her.</P><P>Chay looked hesitantly at me. Her eyes filled with fright as I reached up and pulled on her hair hard, forcing her to comply.</P><P>“I said on your knees. Do it now or it will be worse”</P><P>I watched her eyes tear up as she slowly sank down to the kitchen floor, eye level with her daddy’s bulge. I lightly thrust it towards her as I held her hair wrapped around my hand.</P><P>“Well? What are you waiting for? You know what I want”</P><P>Her small hands trembled as she reached up and unzipped my pants and began to sop as she unbuttoned them. </P><P>“Daddy please don’t. we can stop now and I won’t tell anyone”</P><P>“Take it out Chay. Take daddy’s cock out of his pants.”</P><P>I tugged on her hair again and watched as her hands pulled my pants down. My hard fat cock sprang out and slapped against her cheek. This time I definitely heard her moan as she wrapped one hand around my shaft and skillfully began to stroke my cock.</P><P>“Now that’s better. MMMMM Chay. You’ve done this before eh?”</P><P>Her silence was all the answer I needed, well that and the amazing hand job she was giving me. I began to fuck her hand as she pumped my cock with a little more enthusiasm than I would have thought.</P><P>“Daddy? If I stroke you off will you let me go?”</P><P>As she spoke the last syllable I pushed my swollen head into her mouth, gagging her as I forced my little girl to deep throat it. I guided her head up and down my shaft as I watched her tits bouncing underneath her shirt. It was all I could do to position myself to pull her thin shirt up over her tits but when I did I almost came. They were amazing. Porn star quality for sure.</P><P>“MMMM you silly little girl. You think daddy can cum from just a hand job? No it will take a lot more than that Chay”</P><P>Then to my surprise she started bobbing her head up and down on her own. Going down to the base really slowly. Her mouth opened wide as I felt her tongue licking the underside, her throat muscles contracting and releasing in a way that is simply indescribable. Then it hit me. Not only was she trying to get me off so that I wouldn’t rape her but she had obviously done this before and more than once. This was not the type of blow job your average teenage girl gives. This was experience.</P><P>“That’s it Chay. Suck daddy’s dick. Suck it like the little fucking whore you are”</P><P>The mention of the word “whore” caused her eyes to open as if she realized that I knew she was not the innocent little girl she portrayed herself to be. I nudged at her head and she went right back to sucking me off. Her tits bouncing freely from the effort she was putting into her daddy’s cock, knowing she was going to make me cum. But I had other plans.</P><P>I pulled her head back by her hair. Her mouth slurping up my shaft, a thin stream of precum and saliva trailing from her lips to my cock head. She looked like a drug addict as she strained to get her mouth back around my cock but I held her at bay.</P><P>“Your shorts. Take them off. Now!”</P><P>Her eyes light up as if on fire as she realized what I intended to do.</P><P>“Daddy no! please! You..you can’t. this is rape”</P><P>“Relax baby girl. I just want to see your pussy before I cum”</P><P>I stoked my cock as I watched my daughter slowly slide her shorts off. Not in the way one would normally do it in these circumstances but in the way an experienced stripper might remove her clothes. My little girl had done this before as well.</P><P>She stood before me in just a tiny little white thong. The outline of her pussy was visible as her eyes fixed on my cock in my hand. I pumped faster as she slowly side the thin material aside. My breathing became shallow as I laid eyes on her pretty little pussy for the first time in many years. And it was beautiful. Shaved as bald as the day she was born, lips red and puffy, her clit swollen. Up to this point I had seriously considered jerking off and that being the end but when I saw that pretty little cunt, I knew I had to have it.</P><P>I pounced on her. In the blink of an eye I grabbed her hair again and drug her to the kitchen table. She began to scream as I forced her to bend over it as I kicked her legs open. My hand was holding her head down against the wooden table as I pushed my fat head against her wet pussy.</P><P>“Oh no daddy no! Please! Stop! You’re too big”</P><P>Her last word trailed off as I invade my daughters tight pussy. To be honest I expected to feel her hymen but when I realized it was already broken something in me snapped. I was furious that my little girl had already been fucked. I grunted as I buried myself ball deep inside her and felt her pussy muscles constrict and relax, constrict and relax. Then I started to fuck her. No, let me correct that. I raped her.</P><P>I began to pound my cock in and out mercilessly as she creamed and pleaded with me to stop. It fell on deaf ears though. The louder she screamed the harder I fucked her until she said something I didn’t expect. </P><P>“Oh yes daddy yes. Fuck my little cunt daddy. Fuck me hard”</P><P>She worked her pussy muscles around my cock as she moved her ass back towards me. Fucking me as much as I was fucking her.</P><P>“Oh you like that daddy? You like raping your little girl? You dirty old man. You like the way your cock feels in your daughters cunt?”</P><P>She slammed her ass back hard with each word as I reached up and pulled hard on her hair once again. My free hand slapping against her ass with a loud SMACK.</P><P>“Yes that’s it you nasty little whore. Move that ass. Fuck daddy’s cock”</P><P>To say that my daughter was a great fuck would be the understatement of the year. She bucked back and forth moaning and screaming each time I bottomed out in her. I was close to cumming and she knew it.</P><P>She looked back over her shoulder at me with a sexual look in her eyes that is as unmatched as it is undeniable.</P><P>“Daddy, I want to watch. I want to watch your fat cock fucking my little pussy”</P><P>No sooner had I pulled out, Chay rolled onto her back. He was still wearing her panties and they clung to her wet pussy. She began to pull them aside again when I reached up and ripped them off her. She let out a loud moan as the material gave way and I was once again sliding my cock back inside her.</P><P>“Watch it little girl. Watch your daddy’s cock fucking your pussy. Your tight young little cunt. MMMM Chay, I have been thinking about this for so long”</P><P>“Oh god daddy, your cock is so big. Feels so good in my little cunt. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little girl. Rape me. Rape your little whore”</P><P>This was too much. I grabbed her waist and pulled her up to me as I rammed into her deeper than ever.</P><P>“That’s it daddy. Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me that dick! Come on daddy, fuck your little girl’”</P><P>“Oh Chay, you’re going to make daddy cum! OH FUCK!”</P><P>“Do it daddy. Cum. Cum for your little girl. Cum for your little whore daddy. Cum in my pussy!”</P><P>I pulled her back onto my cock one last time as I drove myself into her. Holding myself there as I exploded deep inside her, filling her with the same cum that made her. At the same time Chay let out the sexiest scream and I felt her pussy clench my cock with her own orgasm.</P><P>I held my daughter tight against me by her waist as my cock twitched inside her, filling her pussy up. I watched as our juices leaked from around the sides of my dick, trickling down to her ass and pooling up on the kitchen table. I had never cum so hard or so much in my entire life and Chay seemed to love it. I looked down at my daughter and then kissed her deeply</P><P>“We are going to have a long talk about where you learned to do all that young lady.”</P><P>TO BE CONTINUED</P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/raping-chay" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-26876864747780119322012-07-06T07:54:00.000-07:002012-07-06T07:54:00.147-07:00Cancun Vacation Rape (5 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>It was the first nice vacation Toni Thompson and her husband Don had taken since they were married almost 20 years ago. Don had a business conference in Cancun, and he was able to take Toni and their two teenage sons with them. Don would have to work for part of it, but would have three days at the end to spend with the family.</P><P>As they checked into the hotel, Toni noticed all the young people milling around the lobby. When she inquired at the desk, she was told it was the last week of spring break for the colleges and it had been a wild one. The desk clerk told her that they had had a few problems, and that if she encountered any, to alert the front desk. Toni said she would.</P><P>The resort was lovely. After they checked in, Don said he would have to check in at the conference. Toni got the boys settled in and decided to take them to the beach. On the way there, she passed many young college students partying. She wondered if their parents knew what they were up to. A few were so drunk they could barely stand.</P><P>Once at the beach, she spread out their blanket and their things. The kids ran down to the beach and Toni began to relax and read a book. It was quiet and peaceful. It was what she had been looking forward to since she arrived.</P><P>Her peace was suddenly broken up by a loud group of college students coming down to the beach. They were carrying blankets, towels, boom boxes, and coolers. They set up near Toni and began to party. The music was loud as were the students. She decided to move.</P><P>As she packed up her things, one of the male students shouted over, "Hey pretty lady. Don't leave on our account!" And then he laughed. Toni thought about saying something, but felt it was better if she just moved. She heard then mutter some other things. Things that she was sure were unkind, but she kept going.</P><P>That night she told her husband about the beach. He told her that they were just young people blowing off steam and to let them be. But their rudeness irritated Toni.</P><P>Her and her family had a nice dinner and then went for a walk along the beach. Things were going well until they came upon a bunch of students partying. They were loud and obnoxious. They were drinking and it looked like they were smoking marijuana. The family turned and went back to their hotel.</P><P>That night Toni complained to the hotel manager about the students. She told them that they were loud. They were drinking and doing drugs, and upsetting her family. She had had enough of their terrible behavior. The manager promised to look into it.</P><P>That night everyone slept peacefully until around 4 AM. Toni was awakened by loud music and noises coming from the room next door. She let it go for a while, but could not get back to sleep. She looked over at Don and her kids who were sleeping peacefully and got upset.</P><P>Toni went into the other room of their suite and picked up the phone. She called the front desk and complained about the noise. She sat up and read waiting for the sound to die down from the next room.</P><P>Suddenly Toni heard a loud commotion out in the hallway. She peeked out the door and saw someone from hotel security was arguing with one of the students. Suddenly another student appeared and invited them inside. The music went down slightly and then Toni heard more talking out in the hallway.</P><P>As she peeked out, she saw the second student talking with the security men and handing them something. As the young man turned, he saw Toni looking out her door. She quickly shut it hoping she wasn't noticed.</P><P>But she was.</P><P>About 30 minutes later, Toni felt like lying down again. Just them the music and noise got very loud again. Toni was angry and called the desk again. She demanded something be done.</P><P>A few minutes later, she heard loud noises in the hallway. She listened for a bit and decided she'd take another look, as it was getting quite loud out there.</P><P>She looked out to see several young people being taken away in handcuffs. One by one they were taken away. The last one to go seemed to be their leader. He looked at Toni and sneered as he was taken away. His look scared Toni.</P><P>"Bitch, you'll pay for this." He was thinking.</P><P>The rest of the night was quiet and Toni finally was able to sleep.</P><P>The next day at the beach she was reading quietly when the same group of students came down. They spread out their blankets and turned on their music very loud. Toni was surprised to see them. She thought they would still be in jail. She was ready to move, when the young man she had seen in the hallway told them to keep the music down.</P><P>He smiled and walked over to Toni and said. "I'm real sorry about last night. We're just down here having fun. Sorry is we caused any problems for you and your family. My name is Gary."</P><P>Toni looked at the young man and smiled. "That's OK. I'm Toni." She said. </P><P>"Well again. I'm sorry we got too loud last night. It won't happen again. I promise." He said as he walked back to his group.</P><P>Toni sat and read while her sons played in the surf. The sun was hot and she found herself getting thirsty. She got up and was going to walk to the bar for a Diet Coke, when Gary asked her where she was going. She said for a Diet Coke. Gary told her not to bother, she could have one of theirs. He quickly poured some into a glass and offered it to her.</P><P>"Maybe he's not as bad as I thought." She thought and she took the drink from him. Gary sat down and talked with her. He told her he was from California where he went to UCLA studying medicine. They shared some small talk about where she was from and how she had ended up vacationing in Cancun. </P><P>Gary was being nice. He was being so nice, he filled her drink several times while they talked. Each one with a nice dose of GHB in them.</P><P>Toni began to feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded. Gary kept talking and noticed the 38 year old mother and housewife begin to slur her words a bit and struggle to focus her eyes. He knew she was about ready for what he had planned.</P><P>Toni began to blink her eyes and shake her head. What was wrong with her? She thought. Gary kept looking at her and smiling, just waiting until the proper time.</P><P>Toni stood up and almost fell down. Gary grabbed her and steadied her.</P><P>"Sorry. I'm not feeling well all of a sudden." She said slowly.</P><P>Gary held her up.</P><P>"I bet it's the sun and maybe a bit of Montezuma's revenge. You just need to walk a bit." He said</P><P>Toni felt herself being led down the beach. For a second she was concerned about her kids, but Gary told her his friends would keep an eye on them and that they were just going for a short walk. She felt so dizzy and lightheaded, she was barely aware of where she was going, back to the resort.</P><P>Toni felt woozier and woozier as they walked. She could barely walk and talk now. Gary told her she'd better go to her room and lay down. She mumbled something as Gary pressed the button on the elevator and went up to their floor. Toni was so out of it, she did not even notice she was going into Gary's room, not hers.</P><P>He took out his key and opened the door. He led the housewife to the bedroom of his suite and laid her down on the bed. She suddenly felt ill and got up and ran into the bathroom. Gary waited outside the door listening her throw up and smiled. He knew it was a side effect of the drug he had given her, and that she would pass out soon.</P><P>Gary waited several minutes until he could no longer hear Toni throwing up. He knocked on the door and called out her name. He heard nothing. He quietly opened the door and found her curled up on the floor passed out. He picked her up and carried her back to the bed. He looked at her curled up and helpless.</P><P>"Payback time bitch. Ruin my fucking party and you'll pay." He thought to himself. “I had to spend the fucking night in jail thanks to you.”</P><P>Gary quickly left the bedroom and returned with his video camera. He wanted every second of this caught on screen. It might be fun to use it later he thought. He set the camera up on the tripod, aimed it at the helpless housewife and turned it on.</P><P>First he panned up and down her body. Then he aimed it at her so he could catch all the action. He quickly removed his suit and lay down next to the passed out housewife. He slowly pulled down the straps of her one-piece bathing suit and slowly pulled it down her body and rolled her easily onto her back.</P><P>He began to run his hands over her naked body. She was not bad for an old bitch, he thought. He kissed and sucked her nipples and felt them grow hard in his mouth. He took his hand and slid it down to her pussy. It was dry, so he spit on his hand and then began to massage the outside of Toni's pussy while he sucked on her nipples.</P><P>Toni was out of it and not aware of what was happening to her. She moaned softly and moved her head to the side as Gary kept playing with her body, keeping her eyes closed.</P><P>Gary kept wetting his fingers and rubbing it all over Toni's pussy. Then he'd slowly finger fuck her and then rub her clit softly while he sucked on her hardening nipples. He began to feel her get wetter and slowly move involuntarily against his fingers. He also heard her breath coming shorter and soft moans escaping her lips. The old bitch was getting turned on!</P><P>Gary kept this up until Toni's pussy was wet, warm, and ready to fuck. He sat up and moved between her legs. He spread them slightly and lifted them. He took his hard young cock and began to rub it up and down Toni's now very wet and hot pussy. He then put it at her moist opening and pushed it slowly in.</P><P>"Damn, she's tight. Her husband must have a fucking needle for a cock." Thought Gary as he slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper into the helpless housewife.</P><P>Toni began to moan and move her head slowly from side to side. Gary kept fucking her slowly, pushing more and more of his young hard cock into her. He looked and smiled into the camera as he fucked Toni slowly.</P><P>Inch by inch he pushed himself further into her married pussy until he was buried. He began to pull out almost all the way and then slowly push himself back in. He did it slowly at first, and then began to go faster and harder.</P><P>Toni's body responded by softly fucking back against him. Gary leaned over and began to suck on Toni's nipples as he fucked her. He noticed her breathing and moaning deeper as he did. That pushed him on to fuck her harder.</P><P>He felt it building and he knew he was close to release. He lifted Toni's legs and began to slam his cock hard into her. He looked at her face and saw she was struggling to open her eyes. And when she did, they looked glassy and distant. Her mouth was now open forming an O as Gary approached orgasm.</P><P>Gary groaned as he shot off deeply into the helpless housewife. Toni's eyes flew open and rolled back into her head as Gary filled her pussy with cum. He felt her pussy flutter slightly as he pushed deep. He pumped until he softened.</P><P>Gary got off of the housewife and got behind the camera. He zoomed in on Toni's body, panning it from head to toe. The he focused in on her pussy. It was red and swollen and Gary's cum was leaking out of it.</P><P>He pulled back and went to his dresser and pulled out a small vibrator. He lay next to Toni and turned it on. He began to softly rub it around the outside of Toni's pussy. Her body began to react slowly.</P><P>He took his fingers and spread her open and rubbed the vibrator up and down the entire length of her pussy. Then he began to focus on just her clit. Toni began to moan and softly move against the vibrator.</P><P>Gary kept playing and playing with the housewife. He was enjoying it so much; his cock began to grow hard again. He moved between Toni's legs again and began to rub her clit softly with the vibrator. He placed his hard young cock at her opening and slowly pushed it in. Her pussy was as hot and wet as any he'd ever felt.</P><P>He fucked Toni slowly while keeping pressure on her clit with the vibrator. She began to hump back against him and moan softly while she turned her head from side to side. Gary began to fuck her a bit harder while he pushed the vibrator right onto her clit. </P><P>Toni's reaction was immediate. She began to moan and thrust back against Gary with and increasing urgency. Gary kept the pressure up and kept looking down at the helpless housewife.</P><P>"I'm going to make you cum cunt." He whispered softly as he watched her body react.</P><P>Toni began to moan deeper and deeper as he body thrashed around on the bed. Her eyes opened several times, but she seemed not to be able to grasp what was happening, and she closed them again as he body seemed to be on auto-pilot.</P><P>Suddenly Toni's body began to shake and he moans became deeper and more intense. She was cumming. Gary kept fucking her and playing with her clit while her whole body shuddered and she moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Gary kept pumping into her as he watched her body spasm out of control.</P><P>"Damn, this is one hot bitch." He thought.</P><P>Toni's body relaxed and Gary withdrew the vibrator. He pulled out of Toni and grabbed some pillows. He rolled the housewife onto her stomach and onto the pillows. He had her facing the camera as he got behind her.</P><P>He grabbed his cock and shoved it back into Toni's pussy. He began to fuck her hard and deep. Toni began to grunt and moan as Gary fucked her pussy with hard deep strokes.</P><P>He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to face the camera. Her eyes were open, but glassy. Her mouth was open as she moaned and grunted on every stroke of Gary's young hard cock. Gary began to talk to her as he fucked her hard dog style.</P><P>"Damn baby, your cunts on fire. You like the fucking I'm giving you?" He asked.</P><P>Toni just moaned into the camera.</P><P>"Your old man's working and you're in my room getting your married pussy fucked. You loving this bitch?" He asked.</P><P>Toni just looked at the camera and moaned.</P><P>"I'm about to cum in your married pussy. You want it slut?" He demanded.</P><P>Gary grabbed Toni's hair and pulled it. She looked like she was shaking her head as she moaned deeply. Her eyes were now fully open and her mouth formed an O as she grunted and moaned on every stroke of Gary's cock.</P><P>"Here it comes cunt!" Yelled Gary as he slammed deep into her pussy. Toni's eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned deeply as Gary pumped his cum deep into her. Her body shook as another orgasm hit her body.</P><P>Gary pumped until he had no more cum left. He pulled out and looked down at the housewife. He got up and grabbed the camera and panned her body again. He moved close up to her pussy and showed the swollen wet lips, the cum now oozing out of her opening.</P><P>He rolled over and moved down by her face. Her eyes were closed again as he rubbed his wet sticky cock all over her face. He pried her lips open and stuck his cock in.</P><P>"Clean me bitch." He told her.</P><P>Toni began to suck and lick his cock slowly.</P><P>"Man, I need a shower." He thought. Gary got up and removed the tape and put the camera away. He left the housewife naked on his bed, cum oozing out of her pussy. He quickly showered and came back to the bedroom.</P><P>Toni was curled up on the bed clutching a pillow. He turned her over and began to lightly slap her face. She began to open her eyes. She was groggy but coming around. She kept shaking her head as she began to become aware of where she was.</P><P>Suddenly she grasped the pillow close to her. She was naked and with that boy!</P><P>She screamed and pushed him away as she struggled to her feet.</P><P>"What is going on here?" She demanded.</P><P>"What's the problem babe?" Asked Gary.</P><P>"What am I doing here? Where is my suit?" She asked holding onto the pillow in front of her.</P><P>"Your suit is over there." Said Gary pointing at the chair. "And what you are doing is giving me some of the best loving I've ever had. C'mon baby, let's do it again."</P><P>Toni was in shock. She still felt dizzy and disoriented.</P><P>"No. No. No. There is something wrong here" She stammered.</P><P>But she was naked. And she could feel something between her legs. She knew something had happened. She pushed past Gary, grabbed her suit, and ran into the bathroom and locked the door.</P><P>She looked into the mirror and thought. "What's going on here?"</P><P>She tried to remember what had happened before and she could not. She reached down and felt between her legs. It was oozing cum. She had had sex! She sat down on the toilet and tried to collect her thoughts.</P><P>Gary outside the room was laughing to himself.</P><P>Toni began to cry. She got up and started the water and got into the shower. She tried to wipe out what she was thinking. She washed and scrubbed her body, but could not wash away the thoughts. She had cheated on her husband. She'd been intimate with this young man and she had no memory of it. But she knew it had happened.</P><P>She quickly dried herself off and put on her suit. She opened the door and saw Gary laying on the bed grinning. She tried to walk past him, but he got up and blocked the door.</P><P>"Just let me leave. I don't know what happened. But I'm married. I've got kids. I'm leaving and I never want to see you again." She said to him.</P><P>"Aw babe, I thought we were going to be friends." He said smiling.</P><P>"Please just let me leave." She pleaded.</P><P>Gary moved to the side and let Toni leave. He wanted time to make a copy of the tape anyway, with some editing of course.</P><P>"Stupid bitch should have never fucked with me." Thought Gary as he watched Toni leave. He'd see her again.</P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/cancun-vacation-rape" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-21190935520845784472012-07-06T07:53:00.000-07:002012-07-06T07:53:01.170-07:00The Taming of the Shrew Ch. 01 (6 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>Notes: Obviously, this is different from my usual. I wouldn't recommend reading it if this is not the sort of thing you're interested in. I will say that this leans more towards the "reluctance" part of the category.</P><P><B>Chapter One: Capture</B></P><P>The room was dark, making it easy to see the blaze of orange light from the window across the way. Within that room was the reason he hadn't left home yet. Oh, sure, he'd told his mom he stayed to take care of her, and that wasn't completely a lie. Yet his mother didn't really need his help, and once he had a reason to leave, he would. He couldn't let his prize get away from him.</P><P>She appeared in the window, her back turned to him, completely unaware of eyes watching her. Why should she think anyone was watching her? Madison Lowell was a quiet, studious young woman who spent most of her spare time up to her elbows in textbooks and notes. She wore a pair of glasses with hideous black frames, although she never seemed to realize how terrible they were. Her hair was always pulled back into a tight knot at the back of her head. She wore heavy, prudish clothing and kept her chin high; never seeming to notice the looks people gave her.</P><P>Madison was a snob. She was intelligent and quick-witted, and she thought herself better than others. Oh, she never came right out and said it, but he'd known her for years. He understood what the wrinkling of her freckle-dusted, upturned nose meant. He could tell exactly what was going on behind those big brown eyes. </P><P>They'd lived next-door to one another for years. When they'd been little they'd been close friends, completely inseparable. She'd followed him around like a puppy, always willing to go along with any of his adventures as long as it pleased him. When they'd gone into middle school, though, things had changed. He had been popular. Madison had been as she was now: quiet and alone. She'd tried for a long time to draw him back, tried so hard to please him so he would look her way again.</P><P>And then they'd gone to high school, and she'd given up. At first he'd hardly noticed. Shallow, stupid, pig-headed, he couldn't deny he was all of those things. No other girl seemed to really satisfy them. None of them ever looked at him the way she had. What he'd really wanted was Madison's willingness to please. Something he knew, from watching, had faded over the years, changing into stubbornness. It would take a specially crafted scheme to make her his again.</P><P>He watched, unable to pull his eyes away, as she set her glasses down on the night table. She always wore contacts at home, for some reason. Madison shook her hair out, letting it fall free around her shoulders. It was that fiery red hair that made guys wonder what they'd find beneath her quiet exterior. His mouth went dry as she began to undress. She thought he wasn't home, and wouldn't have suspected him of watching even if he had been home. Madison didn't know that he watched her whenever he could.</P><P>She was beautiful. Slender, yes, diminutive but not short. She had to be at least five foot six, taller than most of the girls he knew. Everything about her had a look of delicateness: her long, slender fingers, her high cheekbones and pixie-ishly pointed face, her small, dainty feet. Except for her legs; Madison had long, strong legs, legs that would have had every guy staring if she ever wore a short skirt. </P><P>There was nothing of convention about her beauty. Most would say her face was no more than average, but there was a lot of character and personality there, if one knew what to look for. When she laughed or smiled, it lit up her whole face. When she was sad, it showed in every line of her face. </P><P>Perhaps this was obsession. He'd never thought about it before. He wasn't like those crazies on T.V. shows, who decided they'd kill the woman of their obsession if they couldn't have her. What he wanted, ah, so many things. He'd always been attracted to the life and passion that overflowed from her when she didn't realize, and most certainly he wanted that for himself. But Madison could use a lesson in humility, too. She'd given him one, months ago. Now, with her parents off on their second honeymoon, now was the time to return the favor.</P><P>*****</P><P>Madison dropped down onto the couch with a groan. She knew she had homework to get to, but for the moment she didn't want to. It had been another long, tiring, stressful day. Her only pleasure was that her parents were off on their second honeymoon, giving her run of the house for a whole month. Which wouldn't be a problem at all, Madison thought, if I could find the time to move out. She studied hard and generally by the end of the week, the thought of finding an apartment made her want to scream.</P><P>Today had certainly been a doozy. She hated using the back parking lot, because it was where all the morons hung out after class. But Madison had been running late this morning and since she'd been lucky enough to find a spot, she'd decided to take it. Upon leaving she'd found herself in the 'charming' company of Seth Hotchkins and his band of monkeys. It was bad enough dealing with Seth, who lived next-door to her, but the girls and guys who hung out with him had never grown past high school.</P><P>Once, years ago, Madison had been friends with him. In her own childish way, she supposed, she'd been in love with him. In awe of him. He was a bit older than her, taller than her, stronger than her, and she'd been thrilled that he paid attention to her. For a long time he'd protected her, chasing off bullies who teased her and pushed her around. After they had gone to middle school, things had changed; Madison hadn't been able to win friends as easily as he had, and Seth had abandoned her to be popular. </P><P>God, I hate him, she thought, sinking down on the couch. I thought I'd be able to come home without a migraine today. She picked up the remote, turned on the T.V., and began flicking idly through the channels. Nothing on, or at least nothing she wanted to watch. Madison couldn't stand T.V. It was all so stupid and immature. A point she'd made loud and clear today, when Seth and his groupies had bothered her.</P><P>That thought made her smile just a bit. She'd given them all what-for today, but him especially. They were all immature and stupid, wasting their time on such childish pursuits, and she'd told them so. Others might accuse Madison of being a snob and perhaps she was, but so what? It's their own fault if they want to act like morons, she thought, rolling her eyes. And if they're going to heckle me, I am damn well going to tell them what I think.</P><P>She was pondering putting a movie in when a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Who the hell is here at this hour? She wondered. All of my parents' friends know they're not here. Madison supposed it must have been Ms. White, the senile old woman who lived next-door. She sometimes knocked on the door at odd hours, asking for a cup of flower or some eggs. Sighing, Madison clicked off the T.V. and stood to get the door.</P><P>She tried to slam it shut as soon as she saw who was standing outside, but Seth was quicker and stronger than she was. Glaring at him, she planted herself firmly in the doorway, determined that he should get through. Damn him for being good-looking, Madison thought. Tall, muscular but not overly so, with dark eyes framed in long lashes and longish dark hair that was currently streaked with fading blonde. His last girlfriend (or perhaps girl-toy would be a better term) had told him it would be cute; which as far as she was concerned just proved what an idiot he was!</P><P>"What do you want?" Madison demanded, folding her arms over her chest.</P><P>"Aww, Maddy, is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" Seth crooned, feigning a pout. </P><P>"Piss off, Seth," Madison growled. "We aren't friends!"</P><P>Seth let out a long-suffering sigh and nodded. "True, we aren't. But, well, I wanted to talk to you."</P><P>"Talk?" Madison's eyebrows rose. </P><P>"I was thinking about what you said earlier," Seth told her. "Please, Madison"</P><P>Madison frowned, uncertain. In the moment that she hesitated, thinking it over, Seth pushed the door open and stepped inside. Startled, she back-pedaled quickly, then leapt for the door as soon as she recovered. He caught her around the waist, pulling her easily away from the door, then tapping it shut with his foot. Madison growled and jerked out of his hold, stumbling back.</P><P>"What the hell are you doing!?" She demanded, glowering at him.</P><P>"I told you, we have to talk, Maddy," Seth said, closing the distance between them. "You've become such a shrew, you know. A real stuck-up bitch."</P><P>Madison rolled her eyes. "What, you think you didn't deserve what I said? Maybe I am stuck up, but you're a complete asshole! A real shallow prick."</P><P>Seth moved before she even realized what was happening. She whirled to get away, but he got hold of her before she could take one step. Madison snarled as she was pulled against him, grabbing for his hands and digging her nails into his skin. He cursed loudly and spun her around, pushing her up against the railing at the bottom of the stairwell. Seth caught her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. Madison kicked out, catching him in the shin, but he didn't let go of her.</P><P>"If you don't let go of me, I'll scream," Madison warned.</P><P>"You shouldn't," Seth told her, grinning. "I'd hate to have to gag that pretty mouth of yours, but I will if I have to."</P><P>That stopped her for a moment. He's not going to, she thought, feeling panic rise in her throat. Seth shifted his hold on her, catching her beneath the thighs and hauling her up over his shoulder. Madison shrieked, kicking wildly, and received a hard smack on the ass for her trouble. She struggled as Seth carried her up the stairs, banging her fists against his back futilely.</P><P>He dropped her on her bed and slammed the door of her bedroom shut. Madison lunged up, but he was on her before she could get her feet beneath her. Seth pinned her down, settling on her legs so she couldn't kick, and getting hold of her wrists again. His strong fingers closed around both wrists, keeping them firmly against her mattress.</P><P>"Let me go!" Madison shouted, panic edging her voice. </P><P>"Hush, sweetheart," Seth crooned, holding her in place easily as he undid his belt and slid it free of his pants. "I'll admit, I didn't come too well prepared, but I'm sure I can find something to quiet that mouth of yours."</P><P>He lifted her wrists, bringing them up against the cold metal of the bed-frame, and wound the belt around them. It was tricky, especially with her struggling, but Seth had always been able to do those sorts of things. Madison turned her head, trying to get her teeth into his arm, but he kept out of her reach. At last she was secured, rather uncomfortably, to the bed-frame. She glowered at him and sucked in her breath to scream.</P><P>His mouth came down on hers. Madison squeaked, her eyes widening. Quite suddenly out of breath, she couldn't even find the strength to bite him. She could feel him shift on top of her, pressing her down as he reached for the floor, searching blindly for something. Growling, Seth sat up and looked down on her, shaking his head.</P><P>"You're a tidy little thing, aren't you?" Seth sighed and stood up. "I suppose I'll just have to find something"</P><P>"Don't you dare, you son of a bitch!" Madison snarled.</P><P>"Well, we are feisty," Seth taunted, as he began looking through her dressers. "Aren't you frightened, Maddy?"</P><P>Yes! She thought. Out loud she said, "I'm not afraid of a disgusting pig like you!"</P><P>"Liar," Seth said, as he sauntered back over to the bed, holding a scarf. "Now, say ahhh"</P><P>Madison clamped her jaw shut. He caught hold of her face, his fingers digging against her cheeks until she was forced to open her mouth. Seth slid the scarf between her lips and wound it around her head, tying it in place. No, no, no, she thought, fighting frantically against the belt holding her wrists to the bed. It was no use. The leather was worn and supple, making it easily as effective as a rope if not more so. </P><P>"I'd much rather be able to hear you," Seth admitted, smiling down at her. "But until you learn not to scream, I guess we'll have to keep that pretty mouth full, won't we?"</P><P>Madison glared at him. She wriggled, trying to get her legs out from beneath him, to now avail. Seth caught hold of her shirt and yanked it up, exposing her breasts. No! She thought, yanking harder at the leather binding her wrists. She sucked in her breath sharply at the touch of his mouth, the first light kiss against the side of her breast. The only light kiss! Madison lay still for long moments, stunned, as his mouth worked restlessly against her breasts, his tongue teasing first one nipple and then the other, his teeth closing in light nips.</P><P>Whoawaitwhat! Madison's thoughts were jumbled. This wasn't what she'd been expecting. So what!? She thought, giving herself a mental slap. This has to stop! But she couldn't stop him, couldn't stop the heat and wet playing over her breasts. Couldn't stop it from feeling good. Her cheeks burned, and she continued to fight, but Seth was persistent, cupping her breasts in his hands and fondling her. His fingers were strong and rough, enough to arouse but not enough to bruise.</P><P>Madison squeezed her eyes shut. She fought back a soft moan, feeling humiliated. Seth's mouth traveled down between her breasts, down over her stomach, making her shiver. His hands caught the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled them down and off. Her shriek, as he pulled off her panties, was muffled against the scarf in her mouth. Madison pressed her thighs together tightly, fighting against Seth's hold. He was too strong for her, easily able to pull her legs open.</P><P>"Stop struggling so much, Maddy," Seth murmured. "Really, it's unnecessary."</P><P>She wished she could hit him. Madison braced herself, telling herself she was prepared for anything. She was not at all prepared for it when Seth lowered his head between her legs. His tongue dragged over her flesh in a long, slow stroke that made her squirm. He wasn't hurting her. God, it would have been easier if he had been. I don't want this, Madison thought, shaking her head. I don't, I don't, I don't!</P><P>Seth's tongue seemed determined to convince her that she did. Over and over again he licked her, each stroke teasing soft, muffled sounds from her throat. The feeling of his tongue sliding into her, dipping deep inside her, made her quake from head to toe. Madison fought to keep from lifting her hips against his mouth. She could not, would not enjoy this! His lips closed around her clit, tugging gently, and she had to swallow hard to keep from moaning.</P><P>"Stubborn little Maddy," Seth murmured, warm breath rushing over her skin. "But you are enjoying yourself, sweetheart. You're getting so wet."</P><P>No! Madison thought, because she couldn't scream it out loud. Seth began again, the tip of his tongue teasing her clit, making her squirm. His hands braced her thighs, forcing them up, lifting her hips off the bed. The more he licked, the more her body tightened. She fought, but when Seth's teasing drove her over the edge, she wasn't able to stop herself from crying out. Only the scarf in her mouth muffled her cry as she came.</P><P>Madison fought back tears. She trembled from head to toe, refusing to open her eyes as she felt Seth pull away from her. His weight settled over her, startling her when she felt his hands at her wrists, undoing the belt. Her eyes flickered open and her surprise must have registered on her face, because he chuckled softly.</P><P>"Did you think I was going to rape you and that would be that, Maddy?" Seth asked, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "How boring. No, sweetheart. This is much more than that. One day, you'll beg for what I'll do to you. It might take weeks, or months, but one day you'll beg."</P><P>Never! Madison thought, glowering up at him. The tone of his voice frightened her; he sounded as if he wanted to spend months doing this to her. At last her hands were loose, but she was shaking too hard to hit him, like she wanted to. Seth pulled the gag from her mouth but before she could say a word, he had pressed his lips to hers. Madison could taste herself on his tongue, sweet and tangy all at once. She felt her cheeks heating again, horribly embarrassed.</P><P>"Don't forget to clean yourself up, sweetheart," Seth said, as he stood, leaving her sprawled out on the bed. His voice held a wicked edge as he spoke. "I'll see you again soon."</P><P>Madison waited until he had left the room, then rolled onto her side and curled into a tight ball. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, tears of fear, humiliation, and something else she didn't want to think about. He won't get away with this! She thought fiercely. I'll, I'll call the police! Tell them...tell them... What? That her next-door neighbor had tied her down and pleasured her with his tongue until she came? Madison rolled her eyes. Yeah, I'm sure they get that all the time, she thought.</P><P>When she had finally stopped shaking, she stood up and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on. Cold water; freezing cold water, to ease the heat in her body! Rape would have been humiliating and painful. This had been humiliating and... And so good, Madison thought, sinking to the floor of the shower. She reached between her legs and gasped as her fingers touched soft, aroused flesh. Seth had been right; she was so wet. Jerking her hand away from her body, she sank against the cold marble of the wall and sat there beneath the freezing spray until she was shivering, her teeth chattering, and she was so tired she could no longer think.</P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/the-taming-of-the-shrew-ch-01" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-26417008110831240532012-07-06T07:52:00.001-07:002012-07-06T07:52:40.863-07:00After School Aquatics (5 favorites) - new Top 250 story - Literotica.com <P>Sarah Stevens, the high school gym teacher for Westville High school, walked down the hallway of the school toward the principal’s office. She had proposed a new after-school program to the school board several weeks ago to begin an optional class for seniors in aquatics. Today was the day she would hear from the Principal about whether or not the program was approved.</P><P>Sarah was the youngest teacher at the school at 25 years old, and her curvaceous figure made her very popular among the students. The male students at least. She had a firm, fit body from working out frequently, and she was stacked with a set of gorgeous 36DD tits. Today her tits were underneath a tight sport tank top, and the whistle around her neck was nuzzled between them.</P><P>The gym teacher walked into the main office of the school and went through to the other side of the room, and knocked on the principal’s door, which was already open.</P><P>“Come in.” Principal Schwartz said, looking up from a few papers on her desk.</P><P>Sarah walked in and sat down in one of the chairs opposite the principal’s desk. Ms. Schwartz was the school’s beautiful, but extremely uptight principal. In the past, there had been bad blood between the gym teacher and the principal, but for now both of them had called a truce.</P><P>“I have good news, the school board approved your after school swimming program.” The principal told her.</P><P>Sarah smiled widely and clasped her hands together. “Oh, that’s fantastic!”</P><P>“Since there is no swimming pool at our school, you’ll have use of one of the school’s busses to transport the students up the road to the college campus. The university has agreed to let us use their facility for an hour every day.” The principal went on.</P><P>“Oh that’s great.” Sarah was very happy. “This is going to be such a valuable program to the school. So many students are poor swimmers, and aquatics have often been overlooked in the physical education curriculum.”</P><P>“Yeah well save me the lecture, we already approved it. You start two weeks from now.” The principal told her coldly.</P><P>“Fine.” Sarah said, crossing her arms. “Can I go?”</P><P>“Yes. Oh and don’t forget, send me a list of the students who enroll. I need it before the program starts.” The principal told her finally.</P><P>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</P><P>Sarah taped up a piece of paper on the door of her office which was the sign-up sheet for the after school swimming program.</P><P>After two full weeks there were only three students who had signed up. Not surprisingly, they were all male as well.</P><P>She looked the list over: Eddie, Joe and Carl were the three students who had signed up. Each was a senior (18 of course), and none of them were really great students in her class either. Sarah took the list down to the Principal’s office, somewhat disappointed that there had been such a low turnout.</P><P>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</P><P>Sarah Stevens and the bus with the students arrived at the college aquatics center the next day. She was rather surprised to find out there was only one locker room and one open shower room in the whole pool area. Apparently the college only had a men’s swim team and so there wasn’t any need for a women’s locker room too.</P><P>She let the students change in the locker room before her, and then she went in and changed into her swimsuit, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt over it.</P><P>Sarah stood at the edge of the pool; the three boys were lined up behind her.</P><P>“Ok, Welcome to the after school aquatics program.” She started. “I plan on teaching you several swimming techniques over the next couple weeks, including the front crawl, breast stroke, and butterfly.”</P><P>The three boys snickered a little as she mentioned the ‘breast stroke’.</P><P>The teacher first asked if each of the boys could swim, and it turned out they could, so she decided to first teach them the proper way to do the front crawl stroke. The boys got into the water and she instructed them to swim a lap down and back.</P><P>Sarah walked down along the side of the pool as Eddie, Joe and Carl swam down the length of the pool. She noticed Eddie was struggling a little and his technique was pretty poor.</P><P>“Eddie, you’re not doing it correctly.” She shouted to him, causing him to stop in the middle of the pool as the other two students swam down to the end. “You’re doing a doggy paddle. What you need to do is stretch your arms out over your head in front of you more.” She instructed him.</P><P>“Ok, I’ll try.” He replied.</P><P>Eddie continued swimming, but he was still basically doggy paddling down toward the other end.</P><P>“Eddie!” She yelled again, getting his attention. “You’re still doing it wrong. Stretch your arms! Like this.” She showed him in the air from the side of the pool.</P><P>By now Eddie was stopped in the shallow section and was standing on the floor of the pool, the water up to his neck. The other two students, Joe and Carl had finished and were down at the deep end of the pool.</P><P>“Actually it would really help if you got in and showed me, Miss Stevens.” Eddie told her, since he was pretty confused as to what she was trying to show him.</P><P>“Ummm… Well, alright.” She agreed after thinking about it for a moment.</P><P>Sarah stripped off her t-shirt, then stepped out of her sweat pants, revealing the very tiny, very bright string bikini she had on underneath. Eddie’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he looked at his busty teacher’s body.</P><P>The swimsuit she was wearing hardly covered her huge jugs. In fact, the little triangles of the top only covered her nipples, and he could see the entire curves of her large, bulging breasts. The little bottom only covered her most private area, and the thong back showed off the tight, firm cheeks of her ass.</P><P>Sarah dove into the water and popped up beside Eddie in the pool. Her long blonde hair was wet, matted to her head, and Eddie began wondering if her nipples were hard and poking through the little top of her bikini. His cock was getting hard, and so he tried not to think about it, but it was nearly impossible.</P><P>“Ok, watch me go down to the end and come back.” Sarah told him, standing beside him in the water.</P><P>She swam down a few feet to the end of the pool then turned around and came back to him. The water swirled around her body, and her legs and tight ass looked amazing as he watched her backside as she swam.</P><P>“Now you try.” She told him, standing on her tiptoes in the water.</P><P>“Ok.” He said.</P><P>Eddie tried his best to imitate what his teacher just showed him. He swam down to the end of the pool, then back all the way down to the other end, with his cock fully hard inside his swim trunks.</P><P>When he got down to the end, their gym teacher was already out of the pool and standing at the edge to meet him. Her wet hair was slicked back and water was dripping down her curves everywhere. Just as he had wondered, her big nipples were poking through the fabric of the little triangles of her bikini top.</P><P>The sight of his gorgeous teacher didn’t do a thing to help his raging hard-on that he had, and he hoped he didn’t have to get out of the water anytime soon. Carl and Joe were also openly staring at their gorgeous teacher.</P><P>“That was great, boys. Let’s try it again. Swim down and back once more.”</P><P>Joe, Carl and Eddie swam down the length of the pool again, and Sarah paced along the side of the pool, watching each one’s technique. When the three boys finished, they hung on the edge of the pool at the end.</P><P>“That was very good. Each of you is making good progress. Especially you, Eddie.” She said.</P><P>“Hey Miss Stevens, will you show us how to do it again?” Joe asked.</P><P>“Yes certainly. Pay attention to my arms as I swim, and you’ll see the proper way to do it.” She said, then dove into the pool.</P><P>As their teacher dove into the water, the three boys watched as her bikini top floated to the surface.</P><P>“Holy shit!” Carl whispered. “Her top came off!”</P><P>“Oh shit yeah!” Joe said in a quiet voice as their teacher came up from underwater.</P><P>“Ok boys, watch how I do it.” She said, obviously not aware that her top had come off completely.</P><P>Sarah swam down to the far end of the pool, then all the way back where the boys were holding onto the edge in the water.</P><P>“Did you get a good look?” She asked.</P><P>“Oh yes, that looked great!” Joe told her, and the other two boys fought hard not to snicker.</P><P>Their topless teacher swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, gasping as she suddenly realized her top was missing. She clutched her hands over her bare breasts, covering her hard nipples.</P><P>“Oh my gosh!” she squealed. “Someone hand me my top!”</P><P>Eddie tossed the little bikini top to his teacher, who caught it, but still held her arms over her large breasts rather than fumbling with putting it back on. She was completely embarrassed.</P><P>“Alright class, it’s already past the hour and we were supposed to be out of here by now. Hit the showers!” She told them, as she now had her t-shirt in hand and was using that to cover her front.</P><P>“Shit, man. I can’t get out of the water. I have a boner!” Eddie whispered to Carl, who was right beside him.</P><P>“I know man, me too. Did you see her fucking jugs!?” Carl whispered back.</P><P>“Ok boys! Hit the shower! Come on, I told you once already.” Sarah told them sternly.</P><P>“Ummmm…. Miss Stevens, can’t we stay in the water a little longer?” Eddie asked. “It’s just so nice in here.” He tried his best to prevent the embarrassing moment of having his teacher see his stiff cock.</P><P>“No, I have to get you boys back to school in 15 minutes. Let’s move!” She told them again.</P><P>Eddie, Joe and Carl swam to the edge of the pool where the ladder was and climbed out. Each of them tried their best to hide their stiff boners, but it was impossible in a wet swimsuit.</P><P>Sarah’s jaw dropped as she watched her three students running to the shower with huge erections. She couldn’t believe it…. But then again, she definitely believed it.</P><P>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</P><P>Joe, Eddie and Carl were in the showers, taking their sweet time.</P><P>“Did you see when her top came off?” Joe asked the other two guys.</P><P>“I know, holy shit! I couldn’t believe my eyes!” Carl told him.</P><P>“It was great, I mean did you see the size of her fucking tits?” Eddie added.</P><P>Sarah was waiting impatiently outside the shower room. The guys were taking a really long time in the shower and they were going to be really late at this rate. She hadn’t even taken her shower yet, either!</P><P>“What’s taking so long in there?” She shouted into the room from outside in the pool area.</P><P>“Sorry! It shouldn’t be much longer!” Came one of their voices. She couldn’t tell who.</P><P>She still had yet to take her shower, and she considered just walking in since they were taking so long. She hesitated though, since it probably wouldn’t be proper to shower with her students. Although they did just see her topless anyway. So what was the big deal?</P><P>“I’m coming in!” She shouted, then stepped inside the shower room.</P><P>Sarah walked in to find the three guys naked, staring at her. Their cocks were still hard. She averted her eyes, but it was difficult to take her gaze off their rock hard dicks. It actually made her excited to know that she turned them on so easily.</P><P>“I’m going to shower in here with you guys since you’re taking so damn long.” She told them.</P><P>“Um… yeah that’s ok.” Carl said in disbelief.</P><P>The three guys were looking at each other in wide eyed surprise, but soon their eyes went back to their teacher as she began stripping off her swimsuit as she turned on her shower.</P><P>The warm water cascaded over Sarah’s body as she removed her top (again), and then started pulling down her bottom piece. She bent over as she pulled down the bottom of the bikini, and Eddie leaned over, taking a peek at her pussy as she pulled the bikini down to her ankles and stepped out. Her pussy was shaved completely bald. No wonder she didn’t have any bikini line.</P><P>Sarah stood up and let the water shower down over her body everywhere. She turned around, letting the warm water shower onto her back. As she turned around, she saw each of the three boys staring at her.</P><P>“What are you guys looking at?” She snapped.</P><P>“Oh, sorry.” “My bad.” “Nothing!” They all quickly stammered, and turned around to hide their stiff cocks.</P><P>Sarah couldn’t help but think about how good the guys looked, especially with their well-endowed cocks in full erection, and she realized just how long it had been since she had been laid herself. But she was determined to maintain composure and decency.</P><P>She picked up the bar of soap on the shower rack and began lathering up her body. She started with her upper body: soaping up her arms, neck, and then her large tits. The suds dripped down over her jugs and down her flat tummy. She turned her head to the side a moment to peek at the guys and she noticed Carl staring at her.</P><P>Carl had his hand wrapped around his cock and was pumping up and down while he stared at her.</P><P>“Carl! Are you jerking off!?” She shouted at him.</P><P>“No! No. I’m not…. I’m uhh… washing my penis.” He said to her.</P><P>“Oh.” She paused a long moment. “Ok then.”</P><P>The voluptuous gym teacher turned to look at the other guys and she realized they seemed to be washing their penises as well.</P><P>She stood in the corner of the shower room. Joe and Eddie were across from her and Carl to her right. Each of the boys was vigorously pumping up and down their cocks, “washing” themselves. It was a lie, of course, and she saw right through it. But she saw this as a perfect opportunity to “wash” herself too, since this had gotten her really worked up.</P><P>Sarah brought the bar of soap down between her thighs, and gently rubbed it over the folds of her pussy lips. She nuzzled the bar up against her mound and gently rubbed it back and forth.</P><P>“Ohhhhh man.” She heard one of the boys say quietly.</P><P>The stacked gym teacher reached down with her other hand and now gently rubbed her fingers along her slit. The guys were staring at her openly, while “washing” their cocks faster and faster now.</P><P>The bar of soap dropped from her hand and she brought her fingers to her clit, gently rubbing it, while she used her other hand to finger herself. Sarah leaned her back against the wall and closed her eyes as she touched herself in front of the guys.</P><P>The three guys were jerking off in disbelief as they watched their teacher rub her pussy with both hands. They wondered if she was maybe masturbating too, or if she was just washing her pussy for real. Either way, it didn’t matter to them. Miss Stevens was leaned up against the wall, the water from the shower raining down and pouring over her big, bulging tits while her hands rubbed between her thighs. It was just too much.</P><P>Eddie shot his load first. His cock erupted, firing blasts of cum out across the shower. His sperm landed just short of Miss Stevens, and was quickly washed down the drain.</P><P>Joe exploded too, spurting shot after shot of jizz out across the room. His blasts of cum missed Miss Stevens too, luckily.</P><P>Miss Stevens started moaning deeply as she was rubbing herself and suddenly she was writhing against the wall saying “Oh God yes... Oh god… mmmmmm!”</P><P>Carl watched his teacher in the process of orgasming and it was just too much for him too. His cock squirted with sperm powerfully. Shot after shot of his load squirted forth, and he was so close to Miss Stevens that his jizz landed right on across thigh.</P><P>Sarah had her eyes closed as she just finished cumming, and she felt something squirt across her thigh. But when she opened her eyes, Carl’s cum had already been washed away and was being swept into the drain.</P><P>She wondered if the guys had cum too. She certainly had. They were now turning their backs to her again, and looked to be cleaning up in earnest now.</P><P>They were very late getting back to school.</P><P>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</P><P>“So you came? Right there in front of all of them?” asked Cindy Brown, Sarah’s good friend.</P><P>Cindy was the school’s nurse, and Sarah’s best friend in the school. She was also her confidant. She always let Cindy know about anything and everything sexual in her life. And there were more than one occasion where the two of them had shared experiences together.</P><P>“Yeah!” Sarah told her. “It was so wild. I don’t know if they knew what I was doing. I don’t know if they came too. I had my eyes closed.”</P><P>“I bet they did!” The school nurse smiled.</P><P>“They did what? They knew what I was doing, or that they came?”</P><P>“Probably both.”</P><P>The school nurse was just as sexy as her friend Sarah. Cindy had a very similar body, although her hair was dark and her skin was tan. But the two of them both shared the characteristic of having very large breasts.</P><P>Cindy enjoyed showing her body off much more than, Sarah though. In fact, the nurse often wore a tight fitting, white uniform which caused her breasts to swell up out of her top.</P><P>“I wanted to fuck them so bad, Cindy.” Sarah whispered to her.</P><P>“I probably would have.” Her friend replied.</P><P>“I’ve done things like that in the past, and well, I’m just trying to change. Trying to be more professional, ya know?” Sarah told her.</P><P>“Oh forget it. You said yourself you haven’t gotten laid in a while. If I were you I’d fuck all three of those young studs.” Cindy said to her.</P><P>“Do you think I should, really?” She said pensively.</P><P>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</P><P>The next day at swimming, Sarah was showing the boys how to do the breast stroke. She swam down and back in the pool, showing them how to do the correct kick with their legs and pull with their arms.</P><P>When she finished, she got out of the pool. The guys were sitting on the edge of the pool, and she could tell they were getting hard again. She was wearing the same bikini again today.</P><P>“Ok, now you try.” She told them. They got into the water quickly, probably to hide their erections.</P><P>The students swam down the pool and Sarah walked along the edge of the pool beside them, watching their technique.</P><P>When the class was over, the guys got out of the pool, trying to hide their boners again as they rushed to the shower. This time, Sarah followed in right behind them.</P><P>“Oh! Miss Stevens…” Joe said, surprised that his teacher was planning to shower with them again.</P><P>“Yes? You don’t mind if I shower with you again, do you guys? This will save so much more time.” She said, smiling.</P><P>“Uhh, no, we don’t mind at all.” Eddie said to her.</P><P>Eddie watched, his cock making a tent in his swimsuit, as his teacher stripped off her bikini top and turned the nearby shower on. She arched her back as she removed her top, pushing her big, bulging tits out. The water began showering down onto her body, and she looked even more amazing when she was completely wet.</P><P>Eddie and the rest of the boys took their swimsuits off next, and stood their under each of their showers, with stiff dicks pointing out. Sarah pulled her bottom part of the bikini down next. She bent way over, letting the guys see her swollen pussy lips as she pulled the little g-string all the way down to her ankles.</P><P>“Oh God…” Joe groaned as he watched his teacher’s pussy, with the water running down over it from the shower. He began soaping up his cock, jerking off slowly as his eyes gazed over every inch of her body.</P><P>Sarah stood upright again and let the shower water cascade all over her body before she began soaping herself up. Next she turned around, soap dripping off her curves, and looked at all three of her students. They were unbashfully stroking their dicks and staring at her body.</P><P>Eddie was the closest one to her, so she turned to him and said: “Eddie, come here, I want to show you something.”</P><P>He released his hand from his stiff cock and walked to her. “What is it?”</P><P>“This…” She said, taking his hand in hers. She lifted his hand up to her breast and placed it on her tit. “I call this a different version of the breast stroke. Try it… just stroke.”<BR></P><br /><p><a href="http://www.literotica.com/s/after-school-aquatics" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-9134463802368723322012-05-26T06:41:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:41:01.010-07:00Painting the Roses Red Part 2<P>"Get on your feet you miserable wretch. <BR>I commanded, grabbing her hair and then pulling her to her feet and then putting her face close to mine. <BR>What is the Shylock's name and whom is he collecting for? <BR>Remember, things will go badly for you if you lie to me!" </P><br /><P>"He said his name was Frank. <BR>I owe him ten thousand dollars." </P><br /><P>"Whom is he collecting for?" <BR>I asked, giving her head a jerk. </P><br /><P>"I don't know. <BR>I met him in a bar with some bleached blond. <BR>I think that her name was Mary or Martha; something like that." </P><br /><P>"Rose my love, please go upstairs to our bedroom and wait for me. <BR>Your sister and I are going to have a little chat. <BR>Do not come back downstairs for any reason. <BR>I do no want you to know about or be exposed to this dirty affair or the people involved." </P><br /><P>"Yes sweetheart, I am sure you know what's best." <BR>I laughed to myself at the expression on Clarette's face as Rose walked away. </P><br /><P>"Now there goes a kind, sweet Lady and I love her dearly." <BR>Turning my attention back to her I jerked her head with her hair. <BR>"Let me get this straight, Clarette. <BR>You expect me to believe that you met a strange man in a bar. <BR>His name was Frank, a complete stranger to you. <BR>Frank loaned you ten thousand dollars? <BR>But you don't even know his last name...you expect me to believe that?" </P><br /><P>"I'm telling you the truth, I swear to God!" </P><br /><P>I let go of her hair and then shook my head, sighing. <BR>"It is a shame that you are not more like your sister. <BR>You are either lying or not telling me the complete truth. <BR>Obviously you have no idea what you may have gotten yourself into. <BR>Shylocks are not nice people. <BR>I removed her handcuffs. </P><br /><P>And if you continue lying to me...................................." </P><br /><P>I punched her in the stomach taking care to pull the punch and knocking the wind out of her doubling her over. <BR>Clarette sank to her knees gasping for breath. <BR>I hoped that I wouldn't have to hit her that hard again with my fist. <BR>The implied threat that I would do it again should be suffice. <BR>Rose was sweet and kind.... truly good person. <BR>Clarette was not, she almost let the punk break Rose's arm. </P><br /><P>In order to get Clarette to comply and change her ways, I had to first break her. <BR>I would make her totally dependent on me for everything. </P><br /><P>"While we are on the subject of God. <BR>You are not to lay hands on your sister ever again. <BR>God help you if you dare even to raise your voice to Rose. <BR>No matter how smart and clever that you think you are you will never be your sister's equal <BR>The sooner that you learn that the happier you will be." </P><br /><P>I made her crawl on her hands and knees to the basement and then I handcuffed her hands behind her back with the cuffs they brought. <BR>I then tied a rope around her neck and to the jack post. <BR>Using my serrated Spiderco Cricket I cut off her tube top blouse. <BR>Then I fashioned a gag from her blouse. <BR>I wrapped a bar of Ivory Soap in it before placing it over her mouth and I tied it snuggly behind her head. </P><br /><P>"Perhaps now you will think twice before lying to me or leaving out information. <BR>I will be back later for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." <BR>I then cut off her bra and black Capri pants, leaving her in panties only. </P><br /><P>I needed to watch Clarette carefully over the next few weeks. <BR>I could not afford any distractions. <BR>My friend David has connections, knowing many powerful influential people. <BR>Although soft-spoken, David is no pushover. <BR>His wife Laura is classy and confident and he loves her dearly. <BR>David enjoys spoiling her. <BR>Behind the scenes, Laura always defers to him. </P><br /><P>We sent Laura and Rose to a very exclusive spa and resort. <BR>We wanted them safe and out of the way for the next few weeks. <BR>Both of our ladies were excited about the prospect at getting away to do girl things. <BR>David would be available to help with the Shylock if things got ugly. <BR>The girls were going to be safely tucked away. <BR>I can always count on David being discrete. <BR>He didn't ask why I needed to be alone for the next few weeks.... or longer. </P><br /><P>Clarette spent the rest of the day and the following night secured to the post. </P><br /><P>I checked on her early the following morning while Rose and Laura were being driven to the airport to catch their plane to Colorado. <BR>Clarette had soiled herself and then in an effort to get comfortable managed to get her feces on the floor. <BR>That was to be expected. </P><br /><P>"How dare you crap on my clean floor like some kind of ill mannered puppy? <BR>I said, feigning anger. <BR>Obviously you were never properly house broken." <BR>I removed her gag noticing the dissolved soap that she managed to spit and drool down the front of herself. </P><br /><P>I removed her soiled panties. <BR>Then I made her kneel by the floor drain. <BR>I then hosed her off with cold water an the floor, followed by mopping with a solution of bleach and water. <BR>And while doing so I was formulating a plan in my mind to further break and humiliate her. <BR>I let her drink from the hose, first allowing her to rinse her mouth. <BR>I made her spit into the floor drain. </P><br /><P>"Lets start over puppy." <BR>I offered, removing her handcuffs. <BR>Get on your hands and knees... good girl. <BR>Exactly how much money did Frank give you in the bar?" <BR>I asked, pushing her wet hair away from her face. </P><br /><P>"Frank gave me one thousand dollars, Sir" </P><br /><P>"You told me it was ten thousand yesterday." </P><br /><P>"The other nine is the interest. <BR>Please let me go. <BR>I promise..." </P><br /><P>"Save your breath and save my ears." <BR>I interrupted, by slapping her ass hard with my hand. <BR>"What's in it for no last name Frank and why did he loan you the money?" </P><br /><P>"Frank told me that he was tired of the bitch. <BR>Then he laughed and pointed to the bleached blond sitting next to him. <BR>He said it right in front of her, Mary or Martha, whatever. <BR>He said that we should go to Los Vegas for the weekend and party." </P><br /><P>"Did you go to Los Vegas with the Shylock?" </P><br /><P>"No, I never went with him, he makes my skin crawl. <BR>I just blew him off. <BR>I didn't know he was a Shylock." </P><br /><P>What is the name and location of the bar?" </P><br /><P>"The Golden Key on Mix Place, Sir. </P><br /><P>"I know of the place. <BR>It's a scumbag bar that is frequently raided by the police." <BR>I said in disgust. <BR>"You had no business being there in the first place. <BR>You have most likely involved your sister and I as well. <BR>The Shylock is likely to push up on us for your debt. <BR>Do you hate your sister that much, puppy? <BR>Did you tell the Shylock about us? <BR>Do you know his last name?" </P><br /><P>Clarette hesitated before answering, and I knew she would lie. <BR>"No, I swear to God." "I..." </P><br /><P>Grabbing her hair, I pulled and forced her over to a chair and sat down I sat down. <BR>I put her over my knee as if she were a disobedient child. </P><br /><P>I spanked with my right hand holding her easily in place. <BR>"You are lying to me and if you continue acting like a untruthful child, I shall punish you like one." </P><br /><P>I spanked her until her buttocks were beet red. <BR>Clarette was pleading with me to stop... admitting that she lied. <BR>I continued until she was merely whimpering, and went limp, accepting her well-deserved punishment. <BR>I then handcuffed her in the front this time. <BR>I secured her neck with the rope and tied the other end to the jack post. <BR>I then placed a clean gag in her mouth followed by spreading newspapers on the floor for her to sleep on. </P><br /><P>Leaving her I drove to a pet shop to pick up some supplies. <BR>Next, I went to Radio Shack for a wireless camera and monitor. <BR>On the way home I saw a small plastic child's wading pool put out to the curb as trash. <BR>It was a silly thing but no doubt a treasure and delight to a small child's imagination on a hot summer day. <BR>It was bright yellow with cartoon sea horses, octopuses and fish. <BR>Growing up on farm money was tight. <BR>As a small child I remember my submarine.... an old galvanized sheet metal watering trough with a slow leak. <BR>My Dad would get in with me to cool off, especially when he just came in from the fields. </P><br /><P>God bless him, Dad would make me paper hats from newspapers. <BR>He carved boats for me from small blocks of wood for me to sink. <BR>Dad was an old navy man, a submariner. <BR>What are your orders little Admiral he would say to me. <BR>Afterwards we would sit on the porch and share a double Popsicle broken in half. <BR>It made me rather melancholy weighing the things I was missing...well.... back on subject. <BR>It was undamaged and without holes so I put it in the back of the truck. <BR>I then took a detour to pick up some extra- large bags kitty litter. </P><br /><P>After I ate breakfast I carried the wading pool down to the basement and put it near Clarette. <BR>She was cowering by the jack post expecting another beating. </P><br /><P>"Please, I have to pee!! </P><br /><P>"Please I have to pee, Sir." <BR>I corrected Clarette, observing that the newspapers were dry and unsoiled. </P><br /><P>"Please, I have to pee Sir. " She repeated, "May I please use the bathroom?" </P><br /><P>I ignored her going back upstairs to the truck to get the kitty litter. <BR>I made several trips until the wading pool was half full. </P><br /><P>"Your rope will reach the litter box." <BR>I advised her taking off her handcuffs and pointing. <BR>"You will do your business in the litter box you plump little puppy." </P><br /><P>I made her crawl on her hands and knees into the pool. <BR>"Good girl! " I told her, patting her head. <BR>"Go pee- pee and pooh-pooh, puppy. <BR>When I am convinced you are housebroken, I may allow you use of the toilet. <BR>That privilege is contingent upon how your obedience training goes." <BR>I patted her head as she peed in the kitty litter. <BR>Clarette the puppy was crying quietly in her humiliation. <BR>I stood over her with my arms folded looking down at her in the litter box. </P><br /><P>"Look at me puppy. <BR>I do not care how Rose addresses you. <BR>No matter how things turn out between us, as Blanche became my sweet Rose, you shall be my Puppy. <BR>Perhaps I may even grow to like you... perhaps not. <BR>For now I hold you in contempt and you will obey me! <BR>Obedience is you only salvation." </P><br /><P>I went back upstairs and returned with her wire mesh dog kennel. <BR>I assembled it while Puppy watched. </P><br /><P>It was high enough for her to be on her hands and knees. <BR>It was not high enough for her to sit up. <BR>The kennel was perfect for her to assume the posture of a bitch dog. <BR>I again left and returned with the surveillance camera which I set it up to watch her small section of the basement. </P><br /><P>Next, I placed an army surplus wool blanket in Puppy's kennel. <BR>I made her crawl in closing the door the door behind her. <BR>I then locked her in and secured the cage with a padlock. </P><br /><P>"Can I have something to eat, Sir?" </P><br /><P>"It is may I have something to eat, not can I have something to eat college girl. <BR>You will be fed twice a day and I will feed you in one hour." </P><br /><P>I returned in an hour with a bowl of dry puppy chow and a bowl of water. <BR>"Here you go Puppy. <BR>You may not use your hands to eat". <BR>I put the bowls down and opened the kennel door. </P><br /><P>It was not my intention to make her eat dog food for the next two weeks. <BR>I intended on purchasing the smallest bag available. <BR>Fortunately I took advantage of a promotion and brought home one free sample. </P><br /><P>U.S. law requires that pet foods be processed, and a high quality product like Purina is a processed food. <BR>It is required to meet the same strict standards as food processed for human consumption. <BR>While not particularly palatable, Puppy will eat it when she is hungry enough. </P><br /><P>That will be the first mental shackle I will place on her. <BR>The second, making her beg for dog food and be glad to get it. <BR>When she eats it, and she will, I will move on to another mental shackle. </P><br /><P>"Are you going to eat, Puppy?" <BR>I asked as she crawled out of her kennel. <BR>She looked down at her bowl of Purina Puppy Chow. <BR>She just shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. </P><br /><P>"Suit yourself, Puppy." <BR>I immediately removed the bowl putting out of her reach. <BR>I left her bowl of fresh water. </P><br /><P>"It's time for your bath and haircut." </P><br /><P>Puppy crawled up two flights of stairs to the bathroom. <BR>She crawled into the tub staying on her hands and knees. <BR>I purchased Sergeant's Flea and Tick Shampoo and Crazy Dog Apple Conditioner for Puppy's hair. </P><br /><P>The Sergeant's contains insecticide. <BR>I dumped it out and then rinsed the bottle well before refilling it with Suave Green Apple Shampoo and it matched the color of the original perfectly. <BR>Puppy didn't know that and I made sure she saw the bottles to read the labels. <BR>Taking my time and using my hands I washed her with Rose's castile soap. <BR>As I was washing her I was also questioning her. </P><br /><P>"Think hard Puppy, what is Frank's last name?" </P><br /><P>"Abzug, his name is Frank Abzug, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Good girl." I praised her, patting her ass. <BR>You need to trust me or I can't help you. <BR>In the short time that I have known Rose, I have grown to love her dearly. <BR>Did you know that your sister Rose does not hate you? <BR>She has forgiven you for everything. <BR>Before I sent her away to be safe Rose told me to tell you that <BR>I'm not as forgiving as she <BR>Rose is everything to me and you have put her in danger. <BR>Your own flesh and blood, your sister! <BR>Have you no shame? <BR>Have you decency? <BR>When you meet your maker and he weighs your soul... your immortal soul, Clatette. <BR>Do you know what he will find, I shall tell you; green ink on paper?" </P><br /><P>I was becoming genuinely angry with her. <BR>My sublimated rage and resentment were coming suddenly to the surface. <BR>I was remembering her father's wake and funeral. </P><br /><P>Then after, how Rose cried as I tried to comfort her. <BR>Rose cried, not for her father... not for herself...but for her sister. <BR>The sister that she loved, the sister that she cooked, cleaned, and cared for...sacrificed for. <BR>Clarette, the sister Rose protected from their drunken abusive father. <BR>The sister that my Rose, my dear sweet Rose............ "God damn you woman!" <BR>I shouted angrily and then suddenly stood up. </P><br /><P>I kicked the cast iron tub hard enough to hurt my foot making her shriek and cower with fright and cower at my outburst. <BR>The pain helped me master my anger. <BR>I left the bathroom to stand in the hallway to calm down and l left her sobbing in the bathtub. </P><br /><P>When I returned, I started washing her hair. <BR>"One way or another I will settle with this Shylock, this Frank Abzug!" <BR>I said calmly. </P><br /><P>"Are you going to beat me again?" <BR>Puppy asked, sobbing. </P><br /><P>I just ignored her and started rinsing the shampoo from Puppy's hair. <BR>While I was rinsing out the conditioner she was still sobbing, </P><br /><P>"Are you going to shave me bald? <BR>Please, I told him and he knows where you live. <BR>I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I must pay him! He said he has people. <BR>I'm afraid, I... I didn't know what to do." </P><br /><P>"You could have asked your sister to help. <BR>You could have gone to the police." </P><br /><P>"I can't go to the police. I can't snitch. She sobbed. I'll go to jail. <BR>"I have shoplifting warrants in three states. <BR>He said that if I didn't pay him by the end of the month I would owe him fifteen thousand. <BR>Frank said he would make a prostitute to pay off my debt to him." </P><br /><P>"I will check out your story and give you the benefit of the doubt for now. <BR>If you are telling the truth I will not beat you or shave your head. <BR>I finished by brushing Puppy's teeth for her and then let her spit the used toothpaste into the bathtub drain. </P><br /><P>I could have easily forced myself on her but I put those carnal thoughts aside. <BR>Perhaps she was not the hard case that I thought she was. <BR>Perhaps there was hope for her after all. <BR>So far Puppy was quite compliant and she was not really bad to look at despite the extra pounds. <BR>Puppy's bath was very impersonal and business like and so unlike the baths or showers I share with Rose. <BR>I really should fence in the backyard and put in a hot tub...but I regress. </P><br /><P>I toweled her off in the same business like manner while she was still on her hands and knees. <BR>I wrapped her hair in a towel ordered her to stand. <BR>I put her hands behind her back and held them there. </P><br /><P>"Stop blubbering and feeling sorry for yourself. <BR>Because you are Rose's sister and she loves you I will help you. <BR>I give my word that I will protect you from the Shylock. <BR>Stand straight and keep your hands behind your back. <BR>I want to get a good look at you. <BR>You do not have permission to speak. <BR>I have all the information I need from you for now. <BR>From this point on if you speak without permission I will beat your for disobeying me. <BR>Do you understand, Puppy?" <BR>She nodded yes. </P><br /><P>Puppy had the same thick and well cared for hair as Rose. <BR>The difference being Puppy's hair color was a rich shiny jet- black. <BR>It was cut in long layers falling to the middle of her back. <BR>Puppy had a round face and no dimples. <BR>Although her lips were not as full as Rose's they were nice. <BR>They had the same small ears and they shared the same nose. <BR>Puppy's eyes were a darker brown, so brown as to appear almost black in the right light. <BR>She had the same long eyelashes as Rose. </P><br /><P>"Open your mouth I want to see your teeth." <BR>I ordered, removing my Surefire ED2 flashlight from my pocket. <BR>I stuck my fingers in Puppy's mouth, pulling her lips back. <BR>Puppy had good teeth and healthy gums, excellent. </P><br /><P>I did not approve of her long nails painted nails. <BR>Many of her nails were now broken from crawling on the floor. <BR>I cut them short and sensible and removed the nail polish. </P><br /><P>Slightly plump, Puppy had a small belly and her hips were wider then Rose's. <BR>Puppy's breasts were larger with pinky brown areolas and larger nipples. <BR>Tight clothing really didn't suit her figure. <BR>Puppy would be curvaceous upon dropping 10 to 20 pounds. </P><br /><P>Puppy's pubis was covered in thick black hair. <BR>I stroked it with my hand making her shudder. </P><br /><P>"Your day's in the tanning booths are over. <BR>Don't you realize the damage you are causing to your skin not to mention the increased risk of cancer? <BR>You have the same beautiful skin and complexion as your sister, why ruin it? <BR>Go downstairs to the kitchen, Puppy. <BR>I will give you your haircut there and you may walk for now." </P><br /><P>I made her sit on the bar stool and then removed the towel from her hair. <BR>I combed her long hair out smoothing it down her back. <BR>Picking up the scissors, I separated a section of her hair in the front with my fingers. <BR>I slowly chopped it off just below shoulder length. <BR>l let Puppy see each severed lock before dropping it to the floor. <BR>I continued this all the way around, from right to left until the last snip. <BR>I wet her hair again and combed it out. <BR>Next, I divided her hair into sections. <BR>I twisted them up and clipped each section on the top of her head with plastic butterfly clips. </P><br /><P>I brought the first section down, and used the comb to cut it straight across exactly to shoulder length. <BR>Then bringing each uncut section down using the cut sections as a guide. <BR>After I blow-dried Puppy's shorter hair I checked for any stray pieces. <BR>I cut them with my scissors until the bottom was cut perfectly straight and even. <BR>It was now shoulder length with a good blunt cut: almost all of the layers gone. <BR>I planned on cutting it shorter as part of her punishment until Puppy was left with a short, boys haircut. </P><br /><P>I played with her hair fluffing it about her shoulders. <BR>It felt much thicker and fuller without the layers. <BR>I parted her hair in the middle and then divided it in two sections. <BR>Then, I fixed Puppy's hair into pigtails. </P><br /><P>"Do you have to pee or poop?" <BR>Puppy nodded her head for yes. <BR>Walk down to the basement and use your litter box. <BR>Remember, I can see everything you do on the monitor. <BR>I will be recording everything on my laptop. <BR>If your training goes well and you please me I will not show anything to Rose. <BR>Your punishment will remain strictly between us. <BR>After you do your potty you will find baby-wipes in the red covered trashcan. <BR>You will wipe your bottom with the baby wipes and you will clean your hands with several others. <BR>Put the soiled wipes in the can, and then come back to the kitchen. <BR>After you return you have permission to speak." </P><br /><P>Puppy ran down the stairs and defecated and urinated in her litter box. <BR>I watched the look of relief on her face as she was going because she must have been holding it for a while. <BR>My best guess was that when Puppy returned she would be more cooperative. </P><br /><P>When she returned I said, "You will find a broom, dustpan and trashcan in the closet." <BR>Sweep up the hair and dispose of it properly and then put everything away. <BR>Wash your hands in the sink and then get on the stool and put your hands behind back." </P><br /><P>I dumped Clarette's oversized purse on the kitchen table. <BR>I removed her Drivers License, Social Security Card and credit cards. <BR>I scanned them into my desk top computer and sent them to David as e-mail attachments. <BR>David would use this information to have one of his many contacts run a background check. <BR>I followed it up in a telephone call to him and I made it right in front of her. <BR>During the call I updated him of the unfolding events. </P><br /><P>We planned on bringing Puppy to David's and hiding her if necessary. <BR>This was contingent upon the outcome of the meeting with the Shylock. <BR>Nobody can enter David's property undetected. <BR>Trespassers would be shot and killed.... survivors would be shot again. <BR>The Shylock was a threat to my family and fortunately I now had the Shylock's name. <BR>David would provide me with a detailed report about this Shylock, this scumbag, Frank Abzug. </P><br /><P>After I finished my telephone call, Puppy asked. <BR>"Are you really going to help me Sir or are you are just saying that to get what you want." </P><br /><P>"I am going to give you a pass Puppy to speak your mind and I will make allowances for your cynicism, however do not doubt my veracity. <BR>I tugged sharply on one of her pigtails to emphasize this point. <BR>I then stood behind her and took a pigtail in each hand. <BR>I stood behind Puppy holding her pigtails and continued talking quietly. </P><br /><P>Just come out and say it, "what's in it for you." <BR>The answer is nothing. <BR>I really am going to help you with the Shylock. <BR>I value honesty, loyalty and friendship.... family. <BR>I imagine these are concepts that are hard for you to grasp. <BR>They come to me as naturally as breathing. <BR>The people I surround myself with breathe the same air." </P><br /><P>"All men want something." <BR>She stated, matter fatally. </P><br /><P>"To a certain extent, yes. <BR>I admitted. <BR>Don't judge all men by your father or with the men you keep company." </P><br /><P>"My father was a drunken bastard, I hate him!" </P><br /><P>"Yet you didn't refuse your inheritance as spelled out in the will, did you?" </P><br /><P>"That was different!" </P><br /><P>"Why was it different, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"Because he is my father. <BR>I was legally entitled to it." </P><br /><P>"I see...you were legally entitled to it because he was your father and you hate him. <BR>You took the money or to be precise sold his things to get the money. <BR>It all makes sense to me now. <BR>You didn't attend the funeral or wake nor did you help your sister with the incurred expenses. <BR>You sure showed him.... didn't you Puppy." </P><br /><P>"You are twisting my words!!" </P><br /><P>"Am I, Puppy? You cleared out the house taking everything of value. <BR>You even took sister's bed and dresser. <BR>You certainly showed him." </P><br /><P>"But Blanche got the house." <BR>Puppy said defensively. </P><br /><P>"Did she?" I asked. </P><br /><P>"Well she got the ruby anyway. </P><br /><P>"Did you know the house had three mortgages?" </P><br /><P>"How could I possibly know that?" <BR>She answered, looking as if she wanted to cry. </P><br /><P>"I don't know Puppy how could you possibly know that? <BR>I asked, sarcastically. <BR>"Perhaps you could have at least attended the funeral. <BR>By not attending you broke Rose's heart not your father's. <BR>It was an opportunity to put aside your differences, to heal." </P><br /><P>"I never made Blanche stay with father." <BR>She said, tears now running down her face. </P><br /><P>"That is true, you didn't." </P><br /><P>"Blanche could have left at any time." </P><br /><P>"That is also true." </P><br /><P>"But if Blanche didn't have any money how did she pay for the funeral and headstone?" </P><br /><P>I didn't answer her; I let the silence do the talking. </P><br /><P>"You must have paid for them then." </P><br /><P>"Rose talked to me about selling the ruby but I wouldn't let her... how could I possibly let her? <BR>Did you assume that Rose sold her birthright to pay for the funeral and headstone? <BR>If it came to that Rose would have, Puppy...my sweet Rose would have. <BR>Totally selfless on Rose's part; leaving her penniless." </P><br /><P>Puppy didn't answer. </P><br /><P>"Then by chance you ran Rose in the restaurant and you know the rest. <BR>This is the woman who protected you from your father, the father you admitted hating. <BR>You were seven when your mother died and Rose was twelve. <BR>Rose cared for you until you left for college at seventeen. <BR>She wore second hand so you could wear new. <BR>Rose worked two jobs to help put you through college, frat girl. <BR>Eight years of college... and you never even graduated with a two year degree." </P><br /><P>She was openly sobbing now as I continued to berate her. <BR>She tried to wipe her face with her hand. <BR>"Keep your hands behind your back or I will spank you for disobeying me." <BR>I again tugged on her pigtails. </P><br /><P>"You still have permission to speak, Puppy." <BR>"Jump in at any time." <BR>She continued sobbing, afraid to move her hands and wipe her face. </P><br /><P>"When your father was bedridden and helpless Rose gave up the better paying of the two jobs. <BR>She stayed home to care for him because he was family. <BR>Even then he was verbally abusive to her. <BR>On his deathbed he asked for you, before the priest took his confession. <BR>He was still lucid and begged God for forgiveness. <BR>Rose forgave him and comforted him and she assured him that you forgave him too. <BR>Perhaps Rose no longer loved him, but she forgave him." </P><br /><P>"Your father died assured that his daughters did not hate him and had forgiven him. <BR>As for the rest, God will sort that out. <BR>I talked with Father Dennis in private. <BR>He is the priest whom performed your father's funeral mass and heard his confession/last rites. <BR>He was humbled by your sister's compassion to the mean old bastard. <BR>Those were the priest's words, mean old bastard." </P><br /><P>"From the time you left home up until your father's death, who was there for Rose, green ink on paper? <BR>Get on your hands and knees and crawl down to your kennel. <BR>I'm done with you for now." <BR>I let go of her pigtails and followed her down to the basement. </P><br /><P>Puppy was crying and shaking as she crawled to her kennel on her hands and knees. <BR>She crawled into her kennel refusing to look at me. <BR>I put her water bowl in with her before I padlocked the kennel door. <BR>Before I left I pushed one of her father's Mass Cards through the bars. </P><br /><P>I left Puppy in the kennel for three days. <BR>I allowed her out twice a day for water and to use her litter box. <BR>Puppy refused to eat her puppy chow when it was offered. <BR>Each time I immediately removed the bowl. <BR>Puppy was not allowed to speak until she ate her puppy chow. <BR>I was not speaking to her as well. <BR>When she tried to speak I put her over my knee and spanked her as before and then I put her back in the kennel and left her there. </P><br /><P>The background check on Clarette Rousseau came back first. <BR>Puppy did have arrest warrants in three states for shoplifting. <BR>She had multiple traffic violations in numerous states; further difficult situations to deal with. <BR>In addition to this she had managed to accumulate several hundred thousand dollars in credit card debt. </P><br /><P>I had every bit of conceivable information available. <BR>Starting with her from birth to the present: birth certificate, baptismal certificate, etc., credit reports, medical and dental records <BR>I had all her school records from kindergarten through high school as well as her college transcripts, everything about her available. </P><br /><P>Puppy was an honor student with a near perfect grade point average all through public school. <BR>In college she did fantastic her first and second semesters being accepted by Mensa with an IQ of 180. <BR>At first her scholarships covered the costs of everything except for spending money. <BR>Then her grades started slipping when she was admitted to a highly desirable fraternity, as fraternities go comprised of mostly wealthy spoiled girls. <BR>From there, everything was downhill. </P><br /><P>Frank Abzug was another matter entirely because we didn't have much of anything on him. <BR>It was if the Shylock suddenly appeared on the scene five years ago. <BR>Everything previous to that was erased from the system. <BR>Perhaps the man was an illegal foreigner. <BR>As my father used to say, "I hope you haven't bit off more then you can chew, Adam." </P><br /><P>All we had was his last known address and all real property was listed in his wife's maiden name. <BR>We did manage a recent set of photos of the bastard. <BR>We also had information on his motor vehicles: A red 1965 Corvette Convertible and a black 1973 Lincoln Continental. </P><br /><P>The last day of the month, October 31st. was fast approaching and I had eleven days to get the Shylock his money. <BR>Even if I paid him, there was no guarantee that he would leave us alone. <BR>The Shylock might look upon it as a weakness and try to extort more then interest from me. <BR>Right from the start I would have to convince him that he had bitten off more than he could chew. </P><br /><P>By day seven, Puppy had to be starving. <BR>I gave her bath early that morning and then I brought her to the kitchen and made her sit on the stool with her hands cuffed behind her back. <BR>I styled her damp hair in twin braids tying the ends with a red ribbon bow. <BR>I deliberately waited eating breakfast until after I bathed her and I gave her permission to speak if she wished. </P><br /><P>All that Puppy ingested the past seven days was water, therefore; I started with the coffee beans. <BR>There are few things that smell a good as a newly opened can of coffee. <BR>Better yet, grinding the coffee fresh from beans. <BR>Next was the bread. <BR>I bought fresh Italian bread dough to bake in the oven. <BR>Another marvelous smell, freshly baked bread, hot from the oven...slathered in butter. <BR>Rose makes bread from scratch. </P><br /><P>Tomatoes were on the menu that morning. <BR>Red and juicy tomatoes and sliced half-an-inch thick. <BR>I drizzled them with cold pressed extra virgin olive oil and sprinkled them with freshly chopped basil. <BR>If you wish, add sea salt or fresh ground black pepper to taste. <BR>But the bacon, never forget the bacon sliced thick right from the butcher. <BR>Cold hickory smoked bacon with a touch of maple syrup frying in the pan. <BR>Following the bacon, poached eggs, round and perfect. <BR>The combination of all these delicious delights, intended as visual and olfaction overload in the kitchen. <BR>Puppy's bowl of Purina Puppy Chow was on the floor by the stool. </P><br /><P>I started to eat breakfast. <BR>"Please Sir, may I please eat my puppy chow." </P><br /><P>"Do you promise to be a good girl?" <BR>I asked, taking a sip of coffee. </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir, I promise to be a good girl." </P><br /><P>"Are you my Puppy?" I asked. </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir, I'm your Puppy." </P><br /><P>"You didn't lie about your warrants and that's a good start, Puppy. <BR>I will never punish you for telling the truth." <BR>The traffic tickets were a surprise however." </P><br /><P>I took out a handful of the puppy chow out of her bowl. <BR>Then I started feeding her one piece at a time and sipping my coffee until she ate about a dozen pieces. <BR>"Are they good, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"No Sir, they are terrible but I am so hungry. <BR>May I have some water please?" </P><br /><P>I put my coffee cup up to her mouth allowing her a few sips and then I took one. </P><br /><P>"How is the coffee?" <BR>I asked kindly. </P><br /><P>"It is delicious, Sir." </P><br /><P>I took another sip and gave her one. </P><br /><P>"I don't hate my sister." </P><br /><P>"If you say so, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"I still hate my father." </P><br /><P>I didn't comment. <BR>I refilled my cup from the pot and to gave her another sip. </P><br /><P>"I am terrified of the Shylock and I thought that I didn't have a choice.... I was desperate." </P><br /><P>I took another sip and then let her take one. <BR>"Do you normally drink your coffee black?" <BR>I asked, taking a sip. </P><br /><P>"Yes, especially when it's this good, Sir" </P><br /><P>"This is one thing we have in common, Puppy, preferring our coffee black." <BR>I walked back over to the table with my coffee cup and sat down. <BR>"Come over here and kneel by my chair." </P><br /><P>I sat there and shared my breakfast with her. <BR>I fed her by hand, letting her sip out of my coffee cup as before. <BR>When I was done eating I let her lick and suck on my fingers. </P><br /><P>I put the plate on the floor next to my chair. <BR>From a kneeling position and Puppy leaned forward with her hand still cuffed from behind. <BR>Puppy greedily licked the plate clean. <BR>As with Rose, my first connection with Puppy occurred in the kitchen. <BR>Under different circumstances, but both of them in need of my help. </P><br /><P>"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself in my eyes, Puppy." </P><br /><P>"I will do anything you say, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Good girl. <BR>Don't disappoint me." </P><br /><P>I took her face in my hands. <BR>"You will start by cleaning the kitchen. <BR>You do know how to clean house, don't you, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"I know how to clean house, Blanche taught me." </P><br /><P>"Good girl." <BR>I said, removing her handcuffs. <BR>"We will make it a contest between you and Rose." </P><br /><P>Puppy worked non-stop until early evening glad to be out of the basement. <BR>In all honesty she did do a very good job and she followed me room to room while I was critiquing her work. </P><br /><P>"Very nice work Puppy... very nice work. <BR>Every room is clean, neat and tidy. <BR>Rose could not do better." </P><br /><P>"Thank you Sir." <BR>She said, smiling and looking relieved. <BR>"Is there anything else I can do to please you?" </P><br /><P>"Your obedience pleases me, but no nothing specific for now. <BR>Go upstairs and wait for me in the shower. <BR>You may walk from this point on. <BR>Consider it a reward for a job well down and you may also use the toilet." </P><br /><P>After a time I joined her in the shower. <BR>I washed myself while she watched and then it was her turn. <BR>Using my hands instead of the washcloth I was gentle with her. <BR>I soaped her down paying particular attention to her breasts and vagina, my hands, lingering and probing. <BR>Of course I had a hard-on during the shower what normal man wouldn't. </P><br /><P>Puppy was certainly aware of it. <BR>I debated to myself about asking her to give me head in the shower. <BR>Puppy would have to spare herself a spanking. </P><br /><P>I was content to caress her breasts and arouse her, proving that my theory was correct. <BR>The Rousseau women had marvelous sensitive nipples. <BR>I ended her shower by shampooing and conditioning her hair. </P><br /><P>I allowed Puppy to dry my back with a towel. <BR>I then toweled her off, followed by blow-drying and brushing out her hair. </P><br /><P>Puppy brushed and flossed her teeth while I watched. <BR>I observed that Puppy was fastidious about her teeth and very thorough in caring for them. </P><br /><P>"Sir, may I use some mouthwash please?" </P><br /><P>"Don't push your luck, Puppy." </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir, I meant no disrespect." </P><br /><P>"Perhaps not. <BR>I will wait for you downstairs. <BR>Use the mouthwash if you wish and be sure to tidy the bathroom before you leave. <BR>We have much to talk about." </P><br /><P>I was sitting at the kitchen table when she came downstairs. <BR>I pointed to the floor by my chair and Puppy knelt down next to me. <BR>I handed her a stack of papers, her background check. <BR>"This is you Puppy from birth to the present." </P><br /><P>As she was looking through the papers, she said. <BR>"I don't understand, Sir. <BR>How could you possibly get all this information on me in such a short period of time?" </P><br /><P>"I too have people. With an IQ of 180, you are obviously are an intelligent women and should realize by now I meant what I said about helping you if only for Rose's sake. <BR>Up until now you have been misdirected, greedy, coveting and intellectually lazy and certainly lacking discipline." <BR>But you still have much potential and your obedience is the key to unlock it." </P><br /><P>"This is what we found out about Frank Abzug." <BR>I handed her his background check. <BR>"Not much but in the end my gut tells me that this will be to our advantage. <BR>If he were to disappear suddenly who would be there to mourn him?" </P><br /><P>His wife?" <BR>She suggested. </P><br /><P>"If you mean the bleached blond you described to me in the bar, not likely. <BR>I bet Martha would be glad to be rid of him." </P><br /><P>"Are you hungry?" </P><br /><P>"Yes please, Sir?" </P><br /><P>"We are having a light meal this evening." </P><br /><P>I again fed her off of my plate, as would a Master with a favorite bitch dog. <BR>Afterwards we shared a pot of chamomile tea drinking out of the same cup. <BR>Puppy was sitting at my feet. </P><br /><P>She was forthcoming with much information about her perspectives growing up and about being raised by her sister. <BR>Puppy was jealous and resentful of Rose. </P><br /><P>I allowed her to talk with me about a whole host of subjects. <BR>I came to understand her as an intelligent woman. <BR>Puppy was very knowledgeable on the subjects of art and classic literature. <BR>Her greatest passion.... she loved to paint. </P><br /><P>She expressed her passions, as I would have for my own: rod-building, fly tying and fishing, with Rose now being my first. <BR>Rose encouraged her to study math, chemistry, biology, physics, and anatomy. <BR>Rose also insisted that she enter the field of medicine and become a doctor or surgeon; resentful, Puppy rebelled. </P><br /><P>This would explain much, but it didn't justify all the bad things that she did. <BR>The shoplifting or the scenario with the Shylock leading up to her submission for example, but as I said, it explained much. </P><br /><P>In essence I was her confessor that evening and I was now her disciplinarian as permanent. <BR>I was the soon to be mediator between Puppy and Rose. <BR>Then Puppy became silent and sat there looking at me................................. </P><br /><P>I touched her face gently. <BR>Puppy did not cringe or pull away. </P><br /><P>"It's bedtime and well past two in the morning. <BR>Go and get your handcuffs." </P><br /><P>When Puppy returned with her handcuffs. <BR>"Please don't hate me, I can change." <BR>She uttered quietly, and looking down. </P><br /><P>"Put them on." <BR>I told her firmly, but not unkindly. <BR>Puppy put them on and then I double locked them. </P><br /><P>"I believe I said it was bedtime." </P><br /><P>Puppy got up and headed to the basement to sleep in her kennel. <BR>"No Puppy, upstairs, the second bedroom to the right." </P><br /><P>The second bedroom to the right is my bedroom. <BR>Not the former guest bedroom that I share with Rose, our bedroom. <BR>I refer to this bedroom as my minimalist room. <BR>It contains a Twin Mission Bed. <BR>No pictures are on the walls no rugs, nothing.... just the bed. <BR>There are heavy curtains and shades on the windows to block the light. <BR>I always found the room to be very peaceful and restful. <BR>This is where I have been sleeping after Rose left. </P><br /><P>"You will be sleeping here with me, not in the bed but on the floor. <BR>I have provided you with a blanket." </P><br /><P>"Thank you for giving me a chance, Sir." </P><br /><P>"You are welcome, Puppy <BR>Don't disappoint me." </P><br /><P>"Goodnight Sir." </P><br /><P>"Good night, Puppy." </P><br /><P>In the morning I let her use the bathroom. <BR>After I washed her, Puppy fastidiously cleaned her teeth not having the opportunity before bedtime. <BR>I fixed her hair in a simple ponytail. <BR>Then we ate breakfast and I feed her from my plate while Puppy was kneeling at my feet. <BR>We shared two cups of coffee drinking from the same cup. </P><br /><P>Then it was time for Puppy to forge her own collar. <BR>Although not forged from red-hot iron with hammer & tongs it will be a mental binding no less secure. <BR>I am speaking metaphorically of course. </P><br /><P>While Puppy was cleaning house yesterday, I received an overnight package from FEDEX. <BR>The package contained the materials for Puppy's collar. <BR>The raw materials: 6mm deep gem quality red carnelian round faceted beads. </P><br /><P>Puppy sat on the kitchen floor and gave her a piece of quarter inch rope. <BR>I showed Puppy how to tie the type of knot between the beads. <BR>This would ensure that if the cord did break all the beads would not spill to the ground. <BR>Puppy soon mastered the knot with the rope. <BR>I then gave her the appropriate red silk cord to string her necklace. <BR>Or if you prefer.... collar, Puppy practiced with this first, trial and error. </P><br /><P>She was a quick study and enjoyed the challenge completing the 42-inch necklace by late afternoon, finishing with a 14kt. gold clasp. <BR>It was obvious that Puppy enjoyed creating beautiful things with her hands and she had natural aptitude for such. <BR>I made it a point to complement her on a job well done. <BR>I was now certain in which direction to encourage her to pursue. </P><br /><P>"Well Puppy, besides preferring our coffee black we have something else in common. <BR>We have the ability to create beautiful things with our hands. <BR>Some day I look forward to seeing you paint. <BR>I also look forward to learning about art, your bailiwick. <BR>Obviously all the Rousseau women possess abilities and attributes unique to themselves although no less valuable. <BR>Things upon which money cannot weighed, money having no spiritual weight or value." </P><br /><P>"Stand up and put your hands behind your back.......... <BR>Good girl, now close your eyes and keep them closed. <BR>Excellent, don't move from this spot or open your eyes until I tell you." </P><br /><P>I put the necklace around her neck. <BR>I took Puppy's face in my hands. <BR>I then kissed her mouth. </P><br /><P>"Do you know what kind of gems stones you are wearing?" </P><br /><P>"No Sir?" </P><br /><P>"They are carnelian a form of translucent red agate. <BR>It is sometimes referred to as "cornelian" rather then "carnelian", the "cor" to the Latin meaning "of the heart." </P><br /><P>"The Romans believed that the stone protected one from evil. <BR>They further associated this stone with emotional warmth, creativity, and rebirth. <BR>Your second chance to set things right... of being born again... your rebirth. </P><br /><P>This necklace is of your own making, a talisman if you will for the good and for the future. <BR>To pass on to your heirs much like the ruby and no less valuable. <BR>The real value of the ruby lies not for what it will sell for on the open market. <BR>The real value is spiritual and what it represents. <BR>It represents tradition. <BR>For the love of mothers for daughters, of family, passed from generation to generation...priceless. </P><br /><P>"Open your eyes Puppy." <BR>Why are you crying?" <BR>I asked, even though I knew the answer. </P><br /><P>"I'm so ashamed of myself. <BR>Of what I have done and failed to do. <BR>I have thrown my life way. <BR>How can I ever face my sister after what I have done to her?" </P><br /><P>"One step at a time. <BR>When you are free of the Shylock and safe I will send for Rose. <BR>First and foremost you need to forgive yourself. <BR>Then you need to forgive your father." </P><br /><P>"But how can I face Blanche after our falling out? <BR>I refused to talk to her for years. <BR>Where do I begin? <BR>What will I say to her?" </P><br /><P>"Do you love your sister?" </P><br /><P>"Yes.............." and she started crying again, softly. </P><br /><P>"And blessings on the falling out." <BR>"That all the more endears. <BR>"When we fall out with those we love." <BR>"And kiss again in tears." </P><br /><P>"You know Lord Tennyson?" <BR>Puppy exclaimed. </P><br /><P>"Yes, we brutes are often surprisingly literate." <BR>I wiped the tears from her face with my hand. </P><br /><P>"You are a strange man, Sir." <BR>Puppy said, smiling. </P><br /><P>"Am I?" </P><br /><P>"I don't mean that in a bad way. <BR>You were ruthless with Duke. <BR>Good riddance to my final mistake in worthless men. <BR>You could have killed him by striking his carotid artery. <BR>Fortunately for him you managed the brachial plexus origin rendering him unconscious. <BR>Followed on awakening by disorientation, nausea, loss of fine motor skills and a probable pounding headache. <BR>I was terrified that you might do the same to me, or worse." </P><br /><P>"And that makes me strange?" </P><br /><P>"No, not that." <BR>Puppy answered. </P><br /><P>"You absolutely mean what you say. <BR>Then you do what has to be done regardless of the consequences. <BR>You love my sister Blanche with a passion I never thought possible." </P><br /><P>"I envy her that, Sir. <BR>Even though I am still afraid of you, I feel safe with you. <BR>You came charging in with such unbridled rage. <BR>What really scared me was how quickly you mastered yourself." </P><br /><P>"Then Rose.... may I call her Rose?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, if you like." I answered. </P><br /><P>"Rose put her hand on your shoulder...and the way Rose looked at you and you her, the love was almost tangible. <BR>No man has ever looked at me like that <BR>I thought you hated me. <BR>Puppy said, wrapping her right hand in her necklace and pressing it to her heart. </P><br /><P>"And now?" <BR>I asked. </P><br /><P>"I want to breath your air." </P><br /><P>"We shall see, Puppy" </P><br /><P>"I understand, Sir. <BR>I shall be patient and accept my penance without complaint. <BR>I know now that you don't hate me." </P><br /><P>"You assume much, Puppy." </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir, but in my heart I know what I say is true. <BR>This may sound strange but I just know, as if I sense it. <BR>You are a strange man but a good man, Sir. <BR>I do not believe that you would waste your time with hatred as I have. <BR>Just look where it got me. </P><br /><P>"Are you familiar with Sylvia Townsend Warner?" </P><br /><P>Not at all, Puppy." <BR>. <BR>In her diary she wrote in part. <BR>"One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid." <BR>"The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating." </P><br /><P>"Next I suppose you will assume that I like you." </P><br /><P>"Perhaps you may grow to like me, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Do you have anything else to confess?" <BR>I asked. </P><br /><P>Yes, even though I doubt that you will believe it." </P><br /><P>"Try me." </P><br /><P>"Are you familiar with the Stockholm Syndrome?" </P><br /><P>"Yes I am." <BR>"An entire study devoted to one incident." </P><br /><P>"I thought as much. <BR>She replied. <BR>"I have been thinking about that and how it applies to me. <BR>At first I made excuses to myself, fear for one and convenience for another. <BR>You made me eat the dog food and I actually begged you for it. <BR>I was so hungry and it tasted terrible. <BR>I rationalized that it had to be the Stockholm Syndrome." </P><br /><P>"You shared your coffee with me. <BR>We drank out of the same cup and you fed me from your plate and I liked it. <BR>Then there was the Mass card from the funeral home with my father's name on it. <BR>I hated you for that... I hated you! <BR>You forced my thoughts inward and about myself. <BR>I didn't like what I saw." </P><br /><P>"And the Stockholm Syndrome?" I asked. </P><br /><P>"Just an excuse, just so much Psycho Babel. <BR>I have come to a conclusion, Sir." </P><br /><P>"And that conclusion is?" </P><br /><P>"I actually enjoy being dominated and being submissive to you. <BR>I want to breath your air. <BR>The necklace was the final key to unlocking the last mental door I placed in the way to deny the truth. <BR>A priceless gift on your part to be sure; how can I possibly refuse such a gift?" <BR>I will gladly embrace a second chance under your terms." </P><br /><P>"Do you trust me, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"I trust you, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Why do you trust me?" </P><br /><P>"When I cleaned the house from top to bottom I knew I did a good job. <BR>You said; "Very nice work Puppy, very nice work." <BR>You didn't find fault where there wasn't any and then use that as an excuse to punish me. <BR>You genuinely appreciated my honest efforts. <BR>You have told me what to expect from the start and when I comply or disobey you act accordingly." </P><br /><P>"You are not verbally abusive and you do not curse at me... well maybe once, almost. <BR>When you kicked the bathtub. <BR>"You started to curse but stopped and then left the room to calm down. <BR>This alone told me so much about your character. <BR>When you punched me, and even though it hurt, I knew you held back, thank...."You may finish, thank God." I offered. <BR>I deserved to be spanked and I am certain that you would never beat me out of cruelty, only to correct and then only as a last resort. <BR>You have not tried to force yourself on me, and I have been naked this whole time. <BR>I was actually annoyed that you didn't find me attractive." </P><br /><P>"Just annoyed?" </P><br /><P>"More then annoyed." <BR>Puppy looked down and then into my eyes. <BR>"Then we showered, and well.... you know what I mean.............but yes I trust you." </P><br /><P>"Will you please take me to the cemetery to see my father's grave? <BR>"I have something to tell him." </P><br /><P>"You want to go now Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"Only if it is convenient, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Permission granted." </P><br /><P>"Then you do believe me!" <BR>Puppy exclaimed, smiling. </P><br /><P>"Trust has to begin somewhere and confession and penance is good for the soul. <BR>I can provide you with panties but none of Rose's bras will fit you properly. <BR>You are about the same size as Rose, although your bosom is larger and you have wider hips. <BR>Not to mention having lost weight since you have been here. <BR>I believe that the uniform will fit you though it may be a little tight. <BR>Shoes are not a problem, size 7, right?" </P><br /><P>"Size seven and one-half Sir, what kind of uniform?".............................................. </P><br /><P>There are two entrances to the cemetery and both entrances would be open this time of year. <BR>David went on ahead and secured one of the gates chaining it closed. <BR>He would remain out of sight and watch the open gate to monitor traffic in- and- out, just in case. <BR>When Puppy and I leave the cemetery David will unlock the gate and leave things as he had found them. <BR>Samantha would be sitting in her Jeep watching my house from the street. <BR>Grace did the same for me when I went to the pet store to get supplies. </P><br /><P>While she was in her Jeep, and just before I left, Samantha called me on my cell phone. <BR>"Adam, you will be careful won't you?" </P><br /><P>"Yes don't worry." </P><br /><P>"Of course I will worry. <BR>If something happens to you, I will have to find a new lunch partner on Tuesdays." </P><br /><P>"I love you too, Sam." </P><br /><P>"Adam." </P><br /><P>"Yes, Sam." </P><br /><P>"Please be careful!" </P><br /><P>As I was pulling out of the driveway, I received another call. </P><br /><P>"Adam, this is Grace." </P><br /><P>"Yes Little Brat, I will be careful." </P><br /><P>"Good, I wouldn't want anything to happen to my Bogeyman. <BR>Good hairdressers are hard to find..................... </P><br /><P>The trip to- and -from the cemetery was uneventful. <BR>Puppy was unaware of the extra precautions. <BR>She had enough to deal with making peace with herself in regard to her father. <BR>It would serve no useful purpose to have her worrying about an early confrontation with the Shylock or the ex-boyfriend. </P><br /><P>My gut told me that I we had not seen the last of Puke. <BR>I gave her my word to her that I would protect her and I was prepared to take on grizzly bears this evening if necessary. </P><br /><P>It was starting to get dark when we arrived. <BR>The cemetery would be closing for the night in approximately two hours. <BR>This should give her plenty of time. <BR>I got out of the truck first and opened her door helping her out as I did helping her in...my mother taught me to be a gentlemen....I guess I am a strange man? <BR>Then, taking her arm. I escorted her to the gravesite. </P><br /><P>"Do you want me to wait for you in the truck?" </P><br /><P>She turned to me and said. <BR>"No, please stay with me... Sir." </P><br /><P>"Adam will suffice this evening." <BR>I offered, squeezing her hand. </P><br /><P>"Thank you, Adam." <BR>She said quietly, squeezing mine back. <BR>"Please stay." </P><br /><P>I stood next to her while she prayed silently as she had been taught. <BR>She remembered her Catholic upbringing as it came flooding back to her, as her tears flooded her face and fell to the ground. <BR>Puppy's grief was genuine; I could sense it and borrowing a few words from her." it was almost tangible". <BR>And then, I held her letting her cry on my shoulder as I did with Rose. </P><br /><P>Puppy was very quiet on the way home. <BR>When we arrived I went upstairs to use the bathroom. <BR>When I came back down she was waiting for me in the kitchen. <BR>Puppy had completely undressed except for her necklace. <BR>She doubled it and was wearing it like a loose choker </P><br /><P>"Put the panties back on. <BR>Tomorrow we will see about getting you some appropriate clothing. <BR>You did a very good thing this evening." </P><br /><P>"Please put this on for now." <BR>I said taking off my green flannel lined canvas shirt and helping her into it. </P><br /><P>The shirt came down to her thighs and was large and loose on her. <BR>I asked Puppy her bra size and she told me. </P><br /><P>"We could just go to my apartment and get some clothing." </P><br /><P>"Your ex-boyfriend cleaned the apartment out a few days ago." <BR>Everything is gone including all of your clothing." </P><br /><P>We both sat at the kitchen table sharing a meal. <BR>She sat across from me at the table this time. <BR>I explained that I was arranging a meeting with the Shylock to settle her debt. </P><br /><P>"Will I be going with you?" </P><br /><P>"No, you will be safe with a friend. <BR>David has a huge piece of property and his house has an unrivaled security system. <BR>He is also a crack shot. <BR>And then there is Socrates." </P><br /><P>"Who is Socrates?" </P><br /><P>"You will see him when you get there, if not sooner. <BR>Don't be surprised if he ignores you though he is like that." <BR>I have to make some telephone calls. <BR>Pick up the kitchen and straighten up the house where it is needed. <BR>I will be in my bedroom." </P><br /><P>"Yes Adam. May I take a shower?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, you may take a shower." </P><br /><P>You may sleep anywhere in the house you like except for Rose's bedroom." <BR>Puppy just smiled and gave me a look before she got up to clear the table. </P><br /><P>First I called Samantha and I thanked her for her help. <BR>Then I talked to Grace thanking her as well. <BR>Grace was quite descriptive with what she would to do for me before during and after her next trim. <BR>I also made arrangements with Grace for Puppy's clothing. <BR>Grace would drop everything off tomorrow afternoon. </P><br /><P>Then I called David. </P><br /><P>"Did you tell her about her apartment, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Yes I told her." </P><br /><P>"How did she take it?" </P><br /><P>"She took it well, considering...." </P><br /><P>"Then you didn't tell her everything." </P><br /><P>"I didn't tell her about the graffiti Duke left on the walls about her... the profanity. <BR>How Duke destroyed and defiled her personal belongings. <BR>That would serve no useful purpose. <BR>I should have broken both of his thumbs." </P><br /><P>"Anyway." <BR>David continued. <BR>The painters are finished and they will be putting down the carpet down tomorrow. <BR>Clarette's landlady has agreed not to press charges but she is keeping the security deposit. <BR>You are stuck with Clarette and the bills for all of the damage. <BR>Are you sure she is worth it, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"I promised Rose." </P><br /><P>"That's not what I asked you. <BR>I wasn't talking about Rose and you know it. <BR>Stop being obtuse! <BR>You know what I mean. <BR>Are you sure that Clarette is worth it?" </P><br /><P>"I am absolutely sure." </P><br /><P>"And you, Adam, how are you holding up?" </P><br /><P>"I'm ready for bear." </P><br /><P>"You are a stubborn bastard! " <BR>He said, laughing. <BR>"I wish you would let me go with you when you confront him." </P><br /><P>"This something I have to do on my own, David. <BR>If things go sour you may have to post my bail." </P><br /><P>"Nevertheless, your note was delivered.' <BR>David advised me. <BR>"The meeting is for three in the afternoon at Salvatore's on the 30th, one day early. <BR>I have made arrangements for you to have a friend's private corner booth. <BR>The booth is away from the public and they will be closing off that section. <BR>You will be able to get your back to the wall and watch both entrances. <BR>Now for the bad part and you are not going to like this, the ex-boyfriend is back in the picture. <BR>Duke was the go-between for the Shylock." </P><br /><P>"It's to late to change my plans. <BR>I want you to know that you have been a good friend. <BR>Give my love to the girls." </P><br /><P>After my shower I was lying in bed. <BR>I was going over in my mind about the upcoming meeting with the Shylock. <BR>What I would say, what I would do, and I was trying to figure every angle. <BR>I had to plan for every contingency. <BR>I heard Puppy come upstairs and go into the bathroom. <BR>I was nodding off when she came into the bedroom fresh from the shower. <BR>She was wearing my Kelly- Green shirt with the silk panties underneath. <BR>That was a good sign, Puppy keeping her word to me and not trying to leave. <BR>I left the truck keys on the kitchen table. <BR>My back up was the hidden switch for the electric fuel pump to which she was unaware. </P><br /><P>"The hot shower felt so good. <BR>I was hoping that you would join me." <BR>Puppy said, taking the towel from her head and finger combing her hair. <BR>"Do you shower with Rose?" </P><br /><P>"That is a very personal question, Puppy." </P><br /><P>"Yes it is, Sir. <BR>She said smiling. <BR>But so has everything that has happened between us been personal. <BR>I have confessed everything to you." </P><br /><P>"What do you think, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"I believe that you do shower with Rose. <BR>"May I ask another personal question? <BR>Could you love more than one woman at any given time?" </P><br /><P>"It's bedtime Puppy, turn off the light and get some sleep." </P><br /><P>"Yes Adam......................... </P><br /><P>"Puppy!" </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir." </P><br /><P>"What do you think you are doing?" </P><br /><P>"Trying to get some sleep, Sir." <BR>"Good night, Adam." </P><br /><P>"In my bed! <BR>I did not give you permission to sleep with me." </P><br /><P>"Excuse me, Sir. <BR>But I respectfully disagree. <BR>You said that I could sleep anywhere I liked except for Rose's room." </P><br /><P>"That is not the same as giving you permission to be in my bed and you know it. <BR>Stop being obtuse, Puppy." </P><br /><P>Puppy rolled over and looked at me. <BR>"You didn't exclude your bed so technically here is part of anywhere I like. <BR>And you were very specific with only one room." </P><br /><P>"You are too smart for your own good do you know that?" </P><br /><P>"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" <BR>She asked, innocently moving closer. </P><br /><P>I could smell her clean skin and hair. <BR>Puppy was a woman with a woman's smell. <BR>Many of her mannerisms were the same as her sister's. <BR>More then I liked to admit. </P><br /><P>"No." I replied honestly aroused and wanting her body. <BR>I wondered if one of the additional properties of carnelian is mind reading. </P><br /><P>"May I kiss you to thank you for the necklace, Adam?" <BR>Puppy asked, getting closer. I could smell her sweet breath. <BR>She was now close enough to feel my erection. </P><br /><P>"You may kiss my cheek." </P><br /><P>Puppy kissed my cheek and said. <BR>"Do you like me just a little bit?" </P><br /><P>"Perhaps a little bit." </P><br /><P>"Do you know what I think? <BR>Or should I say, what I used to think?" </P><br /><P>"Tell me Puppy." </P><br /><P>"That all men are the same. <BR>God gave men different faces so that we women could tell them apart." </P><br /><P>"Why did you think that?" </P><br /><P>"I was required to take two semesters of woman's study courses in college to remain in good standing in my fraternity. <BR>I was on probation for two semesters before they allowed me to be sworn." </P><br /><P>"You did join the fraternity, Puppy." </P><br /><P>"Yes, they allowed me to join. <BR>As part of my initiation my pledge sister Megan took me to an upscale salon for a makeover." </P><br /><P>"Tell me about your makeover. " </P><br /><P>"My natural hair color is black, as you see it now. <BR>I wore my hair much longer in those days. <BR>My hair was blunt cut all one length and parted in the middle just touching my butt." <BR>Puppy said, touching her hair and sighing. </P><br /><P>I am sure your hair was quite beautiful." <BR>I told her, reaching over and stroking her hair. <BR>Puppy moved closer to me. </P><br /><P>"I used to braid it just like Rose. <BR>I was naive and innocent then and I suppose you may find that hard to believe. <BR>But I was happy in those days too." </P><br /><P>I didn't comment and she continued. </P><br /><P>"First, the stylist cut my long braid off at the nape of my neck. <BR>"Even though I was wearing clothing, I felt naked without my braid. <BR>It was a comfort to me. <BR>I can still remember sitting on the bed in mother's bedroom with Rose. <BR>Mom would brush and braid our long hair calling us her special girls. <BR>My mother had such beautiful long red auburn hair. <BR>I have a picture of her in my apartment....................... <BR>Are you sure Duke took everything, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Unfortunately yes, the bastard even took that." <BR>I replied, telling a little white lie. </P><br /><P>Moving closer still, Puppy asked. <BR>"Have you ever cut Rose's hair?" </P><br /><P>"I keep it trimmed for her if that is what you mean. <BR>As is my preference, Rose's hair it is blunt cut all one length to her waist. <BR>Rose will wear her hair any way I tell her; she is my woman. <BR>My sweet Rose is obedient and submissive to me all of her own free will." </P><br /><P>"Then you like Rose's hair color, you don't think it makes her look old?" </P><br /><P>"I love the color, Puppy. <BR>It makes her look exotic and sophisticated. <BR>You were saying about your makeover?" </P><br /><P>"My pledge sister Megan had her stylist cut my hair 6 inches all the way around. <BR>Then it was time for the color. <BR>While the color was working we drank espresso and I was given my first manicure and a pedicure. <BR>Then came my perm; I left the salon with a mass of platinum blond curls." </P><br /><P>"I was required to keep my hair like that. <BR>Megan paid for my monthly salon visits for six semesters. <BR>She was very wealthy you know and at the time I thought Megan was my friend. <BR>When Megan got tired of her outfits she always gave them to me, things that I could never afford. <BR>Megan was always buying new outfits. <BR>Megan introduced me to her older brother, Sean. <BR>He was my first love. <BR>We were inseparable item for three years. <BR>Sean was blond like his sister Megan; he was so handsome. <BR>Sean had his own apartment off campus and drove a Porsche." </P><br /><P>"It is not that Sean treated me bad. <BR>He took me places; Hawaii for example and the Virgin Islands another. <BR>But Sean never took me home to meet his parents. <BR>Sean bought me expensive jewelry. <BR>During that time my grades started slipping. <BR>I rationalized why study I had to look good for Sean. <BR>When he married me I would show everybody, especially my father. <BR>I planned on having Rose move in with us and caring for her for a change." </P><br /><P>"Rose took the bus to see me during my second semester, the bus.... <BR>I was ashamed of Rose, my own sister. <BR>What would my friends think.... what would Sean think. <BR>About the way Rose looked and the way that she was dressed. <BR>Rose's hair was the color that it is now; silver white. <BR>My fraternity sisters, all spoiled rich girls made fun of Rose behind her back. <BR>In retrospect, I am sure that Rose was aware of it. <BR>Megan and Sean were very gracious to Rose; they took us out to dinner? <BR>Afterwards, Sean offered to pay her plane fare home; Rose took the bus." </P><br /><P>"I drove Rose the bus station in Sean's Porsche. <BR>We waited the station for her bus to arrive. <BR>Rose was carrying a small beat up carry-on bag. </P><br /><P>"I have something for you honey." <BR>Rose said to mmm.... and then Clarette paused. <BR>She started crying softly. <BR>I held her close stroking her hair until she stopped. </P><br /><P>"I am fine now." <BR>She said softly, touching my face with her hand. <BR>I feel so safe with you, may I finish my story now?" </P><br /><P>"Of course you may." </P><br /><P>She gave me two small gift bags. <BR>My gifts were wrapped in tissue paper. <BR>She looked so happy, Adam, looking forward to me opening them. <BR>Rose knitted me a hat, scarf and mittens." </P><br /><P>"They are made from real cashmere yarn." <BR>The ungrateful bitch that I was I didn't appreciate them. <BR>"A beautiful Kelly Green, I know how much you love that color." Rose said. </P><br /><P>But that is not the worst part." <BR>Rose had another small package for me, a bag of root beer barrel candy." </P><br /><P>"Rose loves root beer." <BR>"Why was that bad?" <BR>I asked. </P><br /><P>"I was angry with her, Adam. <BR>She didn't say anything about my hair, my jewelry or my new clothing. <BR>That my boyfriend was allowing me drive his Porsche. <BR>What a jealous bitch she is, I thought. <BR>How dare she refuse Sean's generous offer to pay for her airline tickets to fly home. </P><br /><P>"I was thinking: Blanche almost spoiled everything the old frump that she was. <BR>Do you know what she told me? <BR>I should have listened but I didn't. <BR>She said: "Honey, don't let that flash in the pan turn your head. <BR>I am not telling you that you can't see him. <BR>You and Sean are from different worlds. <BR>You worked so hard for your scholarships and you are a member of Mensa after all." </P><br /><P>"Then I blasted her Adam. <BR>I knew I was hurting her and I just didn't care. </P><br /><P>"You are just jealous, Blanche! <BR>What rich handsome man would ever want you? <BR>Or any real man for that matter. <BR>You act and dress like an old lady." </P><br /><P>"Someday the right man will come along for me, Clarette <BR>He shall accept me and love me for who I am. <BR>Not who I pretend to be." </P><br /><P>"Well Sean is the right man for me so get used to it. <BR>You are not my mother so fuck-off, Blanche! <BR>Die a barren, dried up old woman and spinster for all I care. <BR>All the romance novels in the world can't take the place of a real man." </P><br /><P>"You are merely an expensive toy to Sean, much like his Porsche, Clarette. <BR>When his toys wear out, or Sean tires them, he will drop them and walk away. <BR>He will buy himself another toy to amuse himself, until he is tired of that as well. <BR>Grow up for once in your life!" </P><br /><P>"Then I left her there, Adam. Waiting alone for her bus...I also left the gifts." </P><br /><P>"What about the candy root beer barrels, Puppy? <BR>You said that was the worst part." </P><br /><P>"When I was a little girl Rose always walked me home from school. <BR>We would always visit Mrs. Meyer. <BR>Mrs. Meyer was a widow with no children and was as poor as we were. <BR>Mrs. Meyer had terrible arthritis in her hands and Rose would help her around the house while I watched television. <BR>Father never replaced our TV after he kicked the screen in. </P><br /><P>"Then we would all sit at her kitchen table together. <BR>We would have a glass of milk and a sandwich. <BR>Sometimes we had a hot meal with a piece of fruit for dessert. <BR>We would always take a vitamin, Mrs. Meyer insisted. <BR>Mrs. Meyer kept a kosher house. <BR>Yet she always insisted that way say grace before our meal. <BR>Mrs. Meyer was never offended when we made the Sign Of The Cross at the beginning and end of grace. <BR>People are so intolerant these days about such things." </P><br /><P>"I agree, today those type of intolerant people call themselves liberals." </P><br /><P>"Every day before we left Mrs. Meyer would give Rose a small waxed- paper bag. <BR>In the bag were three candy root beer barrels, always three. <BR>Rose would take one from the bag and put it in her mouth, a look of pure joy on her face. </P><br /><P>Rose would give me the other two. <BR>I would chew up the first one quickly and then slowly suck on the second. <BR>Mrs. Meyer would stand there and look at us nodding her head and smile. <BR>She would say; "Good things always come to those who wait." </P><br /><P>"You were only a child." </P><br /><P>"I was a child." <BR>Puppy agreed. <BR>"A greedy and grasping child." </P><br /><P>"You never married Sean, what happened?" </P><br /><P>"Sean was starting in his father's law firm in the spring as an intern. <BR>His father bought him a new Porsche. <BR>Sean signed over the title of his old one to me. <BR>I was absolutely elated. <BR>Who in my old neighborhood could imagine me owning a Porsche? <BR>During our third year together I missed my period. <BR>I thought I was pregnant. <BR>When I gave Sean the good news he turned and walked away. </P><br /><P>"I was devastated and I turned to Megan for help. <BR>Megan would talk to him, Megan would help me; we were fraternity sisters. <BR>Megan was very supportive at first telling me that she knew a doctor... </P><br /><P>"Was it a false pregnancy, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, Adam, how did you know that?" <BR>"I would never agree to an abortion, to murder my baby!" </P><br /><P>"Never mind, finish your story." </P><br /><P>I told Megan in no uncertain terms that I would never consider an abortion. <BR>She told me that she understood. </P><br /><P>"I will talk to Sean for you, he will listen to me. </P><br /><P>Megan was lying to me, Adam. </P><br /><P>"I know what will make you feel better, Clarette." Megan told me. <BR>We shall both get a facial at the salon, then a manicure and pedicure." <BR>I will call for an appointment. <BR>I am sure they will take us right away." </P><br /><P>"The fool that I was, I went with her." <BR>They opened the salon especially for us. <BR>We were the only ones there. <BR>They must have put something in my espresso <BR>I woke up the next morning in an abortion clinic. <BR>I didn't remember a thing. <BR>Megan paid them hush money to give me makeover while I was asleep. </P><br /><P>"My platinum curls were gone. <BR>Sean loved to run his fingers through my curls. <BR>My hair was cut in a short pixie style. <BR>It was very choppy and purposefully cut on top to bring out my cowlicks. <BR>They gave me short, choppy uneven bangs. <BR>Whoever cut my hair to great liberties with thinning shears, especially on my crown? <BR>They took greater liberties with electric clippers on the sides and back? <BR>My hair was also dyed a ridiculous bright carrot orange." </P><br /><P>"I awoke dressed like a cheap whore. <BR>I was wearing a short, tight, red-sparkle vinyl dress and a thong. <BR>I was wearing black fishnet stockings and red-sparkle platform shoes. <BR>My eyebrows were shaved off and thin arched ones were penciled in. <BR>My face was heavily made up to look garish and sluttish." </P><br /><P>"May I ask another question, Sir?" </P><br /><P>"Of course you may." </P><br /><P>"Are you angry with me?" <BR>You seem tense all of a sudden." </P><br /><P>I took a deep breath and sighed, unclenching my fists. <BR>I wasn't angry with her. <BR>I was angry what Megan and Sean did to her and was able to get away with because of their wealth. </P><br /><P>"I am not angry with you, Puppy. <BR>Roll over and get some sleep." </P><br /><P>"But..." </P><br /><P>"No buts." <BR>I interrupted. <BR>"Do you want a spanking?" </P><br /><P>"No Sir." <BR>She rolled over but remained just as close. </P><br /><P>"Am I still your Puppy, Sir?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, you are still my Puppy. <BR>Now, not another word, get some sleep." </P><br /><P>I lay there watching her until her breathing became slow and deep. <BR>When I was sure that she was sound asleep I whispered in her ear. <BR>"If you were my daughter heaven help the two of them..................................... </P><br /><P>I slept in late the next morning and woke up to her lying next me. </P><br /><P>"Good morning, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Good morning, Puppy" </P><br /><P>"May I ask a question, Sir?" </P><br /><P>"You may." </P><br /><P>"Do you like the color of my hair?" </P><br /><P>"Yes Puppy, you have beautiful hair." </P><br /><P>"Then you like my natural color? </P><br /><P>"Yes, as matter of fact I like your color very much." </P><br /><P>"If I were your woman how would you make me wear my hair?" </P><br /><P>"You are not my woman you are Rose's sister." </P><br /><P>"I know. That was a hypothetical question." </P><br /><P>I was thinking to myself and it was a tempting thought. <BR>Why not two women, two lovers and why not sisters? <BR>Rose as much gave me her tacit approval. <BR>In other parts of the world it was not frowned upon. <BR>There is such a marvelous contrast between the two of them. <BR>One sister with silver white hair like a beautiful white rose. <BR>The other sister with black hair, black as polished onyx. <BR>I would absolutely have to add another bathroom. </P><br /><P>"Hypothetical questions have their place, Puppy. <BR>My Dad had a saying; "If a frog had wings it wouldn't bump its ass every time it jumped." </P><br /><P>"Therefore, I would much prefer to show you by example." </P><br /><P>"Get closer to me Puppy and I will answer your question. <BR>Very good...now close your eyes." <BR>I said putting my arms around her. </P><br /><P>"Now, put your arms around me. <BR>Wonderful, isn't this nice? <BR>I kissed my Puppy's mouth and then kissed her mouth again. </P><br /><P>"For the remaining days until the meeting, and if you agree we will pretend that you are my woman. <BR>I doubt that the Shylock will bother us now that the meeting is set. <BR>In any event, I am ready for bear. <BR>For the next few days we will be lovers. <BR>Open your pretty eyes and look at me before you answer." </P><br /><P>"Will you close your eyes first, Adam?" <BR>I closed my eyes. </P><br /><P>Puppy kissed my mouth twice as I did hers. <BR>"Please and thank you, Sir, I agree." </P><br /><P>"You understand the implications?" </P><br /><P>"Yes Adam?" </P><br /><P>"No Stockholm Syndrome?" <BR>I asked. </P><br /><P>"No Stockholm Syndrome." <BR>Puppy hugged me. <BR>"And yes I understand the implications, Sir." </P><br /><P>"As my woman I would never allow you to dye your hair another color. <BR>Nothing in a bottle can improve upon what God and nature have wrought, much like your cornelian. <BR>In addition no perms for you as the chemicals used will damage healthy virgin hair. <BR>I said, as I was running my fingers through Puppy's hair. <BR>Tanning booths are definitely out, long painted nails; never, sensible manicured nails absolutely." </P><br /><P>"Adam you were not going to allow me any of those things even if I were not your woman." </P><br /><P>"You are absolutely correct my dear. <BR>Tell me my precocious Puppy. <BR>Tell me as my woman, or lover, or neither, how will you be wearing your hair in the future? <BR>"What will be my preferences? <BR>I unbuttoned my shirt that Puppy was wearing. <BR>Then I stroked her nipples and felt them instantly respond to my touch. </P><br /><P>"You will make me wear it long and.... mmmmm, God, that feels so good." </P><br /><P>"You have such marvelous sensitive nipples. <BR>I said, licking them. <BR>How long, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"Waist length and blunt cut all one length." <BR>"Don't stop, that feels sooooo good!" </P><br /><P>"Marvelous, you are reading my mind, what else?" <BR>I ripped her panties and pulled them off, making her gasp, then smile. </P><br /><P>"You will make me to wear it pinned up most of the time. <BR>Especially when I leave the house alone. <BR>I may wear it down on occasion when it suits you. <BR>I also believe that you like braids, pigtails and ponytails. </P><br /><P>"Do you suppose that carnelian makes it possible for you to read my mind, Puppy?" <BR>Because those are my thoughts exactly." </P><br /><P>"I know what else you are thinking, Sir." <BR>Puppy was moving her hips as I stroked her Labia Majora, now plump and swollen with arousal. </P><br /><P>"What am I thinking?" </P><br /><P>"You want me to go down on you. </P><br /><P>"Now I am sure that your carnelian necklace is enabling you to read my mind." <BR>I continued licking and sucking on her breasts while pushing past her Labia Majora with my fingers. <BR>I probed her flower, her clitoris with my fingers making her moan and squirm even louder. <BR>Just before her orgasm peaked I rolled her over on her stomach. <BR>I rammed my rock hard penis deep into her now dripping vagina pinning her to the bed. </P><br /><P>I pounded her thrusting hard and deep. <BR>Her was face was buried in the pillow, and she was biting it as her orgasm washed over her. <BR>When I got off of her she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. </P><br /><P>She was crying but smiling. <BR>I kissed her face and wiped her tears away with my hand. <BR>This caused her to cry even harder, turning into intense sobs that wracked her body. <BR>Puppy let everything out; pent up grief, anger, gratitude, and resentment...remorse.... love, everything. <BR>Unfortunately, to her great embarrassment the sobs turned into violent hiccups. </P><br /><P>I sat with my precocious Puppy, with my arms around her, my woman for the next few of days. <BR>"Take a deep breath and hold it.... good girl." </P><br /><P>"Hic...Hic...I'm...Hic sorry...Hic His, I...Hic...sorry...Hic </P><br /><P>I was thinking what I told David me on the phone. <BR>I said that I was pretty sure. <BR>I was now certain that she was worth it. <BR>I was seeing her through Rose's eyes now. </P><br /><P>"Stop saying that you are sorry. <BR>You needn't be embarrassed about the hiccups." </P><br /><P>"But.... hic...I...hic, want to.... hic...I want to go...Hic, Hic... </P><br /><P>"That can wait. <BR>We have the rest of the day for that. <BR>I'm not going to get blue balls waiting for your hiccups to stop." </P><br /><P>"Hic.... Hic..." </P><br /><P>"Is that a smile I see? <BR>You have a beautiful smile." <BR>I kissed her cheek. <BR>Let's get you a glass of cold water." </P><br /><P>I took my Puppy's hand and walked her to the bathroom. <BR>Once there, I made her sip the water slowly until her hiccups stopped. <BR>I filled my old fashion cast iron and porcelain claw footed bathtub with hot water. <BR>"Get into the tub Puppy, I will be with you in a moment." </P><br /><P>I went to Rose's bedroom, our bedroom. <BR>I removed the false bottom in one of the wardrobes to reveal a small fireproof safe. <BR>I removed one of the three carved wood boats that my father made for me when I was a child. </P><br /><P>While I was in college mother passed away suddenly. <BR>Dad never remarried. <BR>I moved back home to care for him years later, when he was in the early stages of Alzheimer's. <BR>Over time Dad was got progressively worse; he was forgetting everything and he had a tendency to wander off. <BR>I converted one of the barns into my workshop. <BR>I kept Dad occupied with busy work so that I could keep an eye on him. </P><br /><P>One evening when we were sleeping, I forgot to lock his bedroom door. <BR>To make a long story short Dad managed to set the house on fire. <BR>We lost everything before the volunteer fire department arrived. <BR>Bad roads, heavy snow and cold temperatures hampered their efforts. <BR>The fire truck that arrived first through the blizzard, a pump truck soon ran out. <BR>We had to chop a hole in the ice of the pond to get water. <BR>The two fire trucks that arrived afterwards were too late to save anything." </P><br /><P>I placed Dad in a nursing home after the fire. <BR>I lived in my workshop until the insurance money came through. <BR>Then I bought my house, the house I am living in now. <BR>The small fireproof safe was in Dad's bedroom at the time of the fire. <BR>Dad forgot the combination but for some reason it was a comfort to him. <BR>I cleared away all the charred remains of the old farmhouse by myself in the spring. <BR>My grandfather and great grandfather built our farmhouse. <BR>The fieldstone foundation and basement remained sound and intact. <BR>I found Dad's old safe in the soot and ashes. </P><br /><P>I felt guilty about putting Dad in the nursing home and moving away from the homestead. <BR>Dad always hoped I would take over the family business and live on the farm. </P><br /><P>I was home for the holidays my first semester of college. <BR>Dad and I got into a heated argument. <BR>I said terrible things to him. <BR>I refused any help or money from him after that. <BR>I didn't return home or speak to my father until after my mother died. <BR>Even today I still carry some of that guilt with me. <BR>I made my peace with Dad before the funeral. </P><br /><P>I returned to the bathroom. <BR>I floated the wood boat and then got into the tub behind her. <BR>Leaning back I put my arms around her pulling her close. <BR>I kissed the back of my precocious Puppy's neck. </P><br /><P>"Who are you?" <BR>I asked. </P><br /><P>"I am your precocious Puppy, Sir." <BR>She said, snuggling closer and squeezing my hands. </P><br /><P>"You have shared many things about yourself with me, Puppy. <BR>Now I will share something with you about me. <BR>Something that even Rose does not know about. <BR>Something I have not told to anyone." </P><br /><P>I told her the story about my relationship with my Dad. <BR>I told her about the old galvanized tub with the slow leak. <BR>I told her about my newspaper hats and carved wood toy boats, plus sharing the Popsicle on the porch. <BR>I made her laugh when I pushed the boat at her making pretend motorboat noises. <BR>"Watch out for the octopus!" <BR>I pinched and tickled her under the water, making her laugh and shriek. <BR>Puppy was as ticklish as Rose. </P><br /><P>Replenishing the hot water, I told her about the falling out I had with my father. <BR>I told her about the fire, the nursing home and finally. </P><br /><P>"The safe remained unopened until I moved here, Puppy <BR>I cleaned it up a bit and then took it to a locksmith to have it opened where we discovered my father's treasures. <BR>The three toy wood boats and a black & white photo my mother took of Dad and I together sitting in our submarine. <BR>I had the safe totally restored although a new safe would have been cheaper. <BR>I keep these treasures in my Dad's old safe." </P><br /><P>We sat there soaking for a while not talking. <BR>I reheated the water several times from the faucet. <BR>After our soak, we drained the tub and showered. <BR>We soaped each other down washing each other's hair and then we then finished by toweling each other off. <BR>While we were toweling off I asked her. </P><br /><P>"Puppy have you ever had a man go down on you?" </P><br /><P>"No Adam. I was with Sean for three years. <BR>The only oral sex we had was when I went down on him. <BR>Men that I have been with since were only concerned with their own pleasure. <BR>Much of the time Sean had been drinking when he made love to me if you could call it that? <BR>We never cuddled afterwards. <BR>Sean always insisted our lovemaking be in the bedroom with the door locked and always at night. </P><br /><P>""Rose was right. <BR>I was just a toy to him, a doll to dress up and decorate." </P><br /><P>"Sean was often impatient with me and he wasn't interested in my opinions. <BR>Especially when I wanted to talk with him, to share my thoughts. <BR>Sean only pretended to listen to get what he wanted. <BR>Sean was a user, as Megan was a user, as I... " </P><br /><P>I put my hand over her mouth, interrupting her. <BR>"You are no longer that person and we shall never speak of it again." </P><br /><P>I removed my hand and kissed her mouth while stroking her pubis mound. <BR>"Besides, it is time for your haircut down there! <BR>Go fetch the electric hair clippers." </P><br /><P>Puppy stood on a large bath towel. <BR>I plowed the clippers through her thick bush of black pubic hair. <BR>I made several passes with the electric clippers leaving short stubble in its path. <BR>Next I applied generous amounts of shaving gel rubbing it in well. <BR>I shaved her pubis smooth exposing her sex to my fingers and tongue. <BR>I lathered and shaved her a second time until Puppy's pubis was completely smooth and hairless. <BR>I rubbed cold baby oil chilling in the fridge over her bald mound to sooth and minimize any razor burn. </P><br /><P>I put Puppy's necklace around her neck and said. <BR>"You will shave your pubis mound every day from now on. <BR>Tell me why, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"As a reminder of my submission and obedience to you. <BR>Because it pleases you and so I can breath your air." </P><br /><P>"As you are now?" </P><br /><P>"As I am now." <BR>"As you make Rose obey you." <BR>Puppy put her arms around my neck. </P><br /><P>Then the doorbell rang. <BR>"That must me Grace. <BR>I have to answer the door." </P><br /><P>"But I want to go down on you, Sir." </P><br /><P>"Later Puppy." <BR>I said as I put my black silk robe on. </P><br /><P>"Grace brought you some clothing and it is impolite to make her wait. <BR>You will be a gracious hostess and cook for the three of us. <BR>Then we shall have lunch together." </P><br /><P>"But what shall I wear?" </P><br /><P>"Put my shirt on for now. <BR>Believe me Grace won't mind a bit." </P><br /><P>I had already started the coffee when Puppy came downstairs. <BR>She had pinned her damp hair up in a small bun, a few stray hairs escaping to caress her long neck. <BR>She was wearing my Kelly Green flannel lined shirt and her necklace with nothing underneath. <BR>Grace and I were sitting at the table and when Puppy entered the kitchen. <BR>I stood up and made the introductions. <BR>Then I pulled a chair out for her to sit down. </P><br /><P>"I brought everything you asked for, Adam and the rest of her clothing is in my car. <BR>Grace said, handing me my credit card. </P><br /><P>"I bought three pairs of walking shoes for you to try on Clara." <BR>Keep the pair that fits you best. <BR>I will return the other two pair and have them credited to Adam's credit card." </P><br /><P>"My name is Clarette, not Clara, Grace." <BR>"Thank you for the walking shoes." </P><br /><P>"I'm sorry, dear." <BR>"Of course it is." <BR>Grace replied sweetly. </P><br /><P>While she was trying on the shoes, Grace got up and poured me a cup of black coffee. <BR>Grace loved to flirt with me especially before, during, and after her haircut. <BR>And Grace did so this morning as I knew she would. <BR>Grace stood behind me and massaged my neck and my shoulders. </P><br /><P>"I will be glad when everything is back to normal, Adam <BR>My hair could use a good trim. <BR>It's going on seven weeks since you last did it." <BR>Grace stopped to pour herself another cup of coffee and added her usual cream and sugar. <BR>She then returned to continue with my massage. </P><br /><P>Puppy tried on all three pairs before she made her selection. </P><br /><P>"May I pour one for you Claries? <BR>Grace asked sweetly walking over the cupboard and taking out a coffee cup. </P><br /><P>How do you take your coffee? </P><br /><P>"Black, the same as Adam thank you." <BR>Puppy replied, picking up my cup and taking a sip. </P><br /><P>"My name is still Clarette, Grace." </P><br /><P>"Sorry, why can't I remember that?" </P><br /><P>"May I offer you some lunch, Grace?" <BR>Clarette asked just a sweetly. <BR>Taking over massaging my neck and shoulders. </P><br /><P>No thank you dear, some of us girls always watch our figures, Clarita." <BR>I felt Puppy's hands squeezing my shoulders harder at this remark. </P><br /><P>"I really must be going. <BR>"It was nice to meet you...uh?" </P><br /><P>"Clarette." <BR>I offered, thinking." what a little brat Grace was this afternoon." </P><br /><P>I stood up for Grace to take my arm. <BR>"Adam, will you see me to my car?" </P><br /><P>I walked Grace to her car, carrying the extra pairs of walking shoes. <BR>I opened her door and put the shoes on the passenger side. <BR>Before she got in, Grace leaned forward and kissed my cheek. <BR>"Sam sends her love and told me to tell you to be careful." <BR>Then my little brat put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. <BR>"That kiss is from me. <BR>Please be careful, Bogeyman." </P><br /><P>"You are such a little brat, teasing her like that." <BR>I slapped her ass and making her yelp. <BR>I then kissed her on the mouth twice and said. <BR>"One is for Sam, thank you, I promise I will be careful." </P><br /><P>I went back into the house with Puppy's clothing and I found Puppy naked, wearing her necklace. <BR>She was standing by the floor mirror located in the foyer by the front door. <BR>This was the perfect place for her to go down on me. <BR>I put my arms around waist and rubbed her tummy. </P><br /><P>She had lost a good 10 to 15 pounds since she had arrived. <BR>She was now delightfully buxom and curvaceous with larger breasts then Rose. <BR>She also had wider hips and a larger frame (medium) then my sweet Rose. <BR>She was also approximately two inches taller then Rose. <BR>Buxom, voluptuous and curvaceous complimented her overall figure. <BR>Dad would say. "The perfect shape for bearing children." </P><br /><P>I also approved of her figure. <BR>I disdained the gaunt & ghoulish and emancipated look so popular with the fashion runway models of today. </P><br /><P>"I can read your mind, my precocious Puppy. <BR>Don't ask me the question, the question that most men dread from their wives or lovers. <BR>Now as to your figure, as nature intended: voluptuous, curvaceous, buxom and delightfully bosomy to my eyes. </P><br /><P>"May I go down on you now, Sir?" <BR>Puppy turned and put her arms around my neck. </P><br /><P>"You may right here in front of the mirror." </P><br /><P>I took my robe off, dropping it to the floor. <BR>Puppy got down on her knees and started by kissing my stomach working her way down. <BR>She began by licking the shaft and then my balls. <BR>She used her tongue in circular motion on the glans, watching herself in the mirror as I knew she would. </P><br /><P>I removed the hairpins from her bun and unwrapped it letting it fall into a small ponytail. <BR>Then I stroked her ponytail as she licked, feeling the weight and thickness of her well cared for hair, so soft and silky. </P><br /><P>"Look at me Puppy, look into my eyes and keep licking the tip. <BR>"Now take all of it into your mouth and suck. <BR>Be sure to use your little tongue as well. <BR>Very nice that feels wonderful. <BR>You are a marvelous little cocksucker. <BR>Suck harder...that's it. <BR>I controlled Puppy's performance by using her hair, as I do with Rose and Grace. </P><br /><P>Rose likes to go down on me best when she lying on her side in bed together. <BR>Rose will caress my face, neck, and chest with her long silky hair while sucking on my cock. </P><br /><P>Before I achieved my orgasm, I pulled out slightly just before I came. <BR>Puppy's hair was now out of the ponytail and my hands were buried in it. <BR>I did not have to ask her to swallow. <BR>She cleaned me thoroughly with her mouth and tongue. <BR>She did that on her own watching herself in the mirror. <BR>I could smell her arousal, the clean musky smell of a woman. <BR>I felt the wetness between her legs. </P><br /><P>I took her hand and lead her into the kitchen. <BR>I picked her up and put her on the table. </P><br /><P>"Adam, what are you doing people eat here!" </P><br /><P>"Yes, we certainly do." <BR>I pulled up a chair and sat down. </P><br /><P>"Lean back and spread your legs so that I can eat you out." <BR>I sat stroking her bald pussy with my fingers while I finished my coffee. <BR>I started licking and sucking, probing her flower with my tongue. <BR>Soon I had my Puppy squirming and moaning on the kitchen table. <BR>I was holding onto her to keep her from sliding off. <BR>Her orgasm was incredible. <BR>She covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her loud screams of pleasure. </P><br /><P>I helped her down from the table. <BR>Puppy walked over to pour the last cup out of the pot and sat on the floor next to me. <BR>As was now our custom we shared the cup, passing it back and forth and each of us taking a sip. </P><br /><P>"It is rather late for breakfast and lunch will soon be over. <BR>I know a little family dinner that serves super 1/2 lb. sirloin hamburgers and killer onion rings. <BR>That will give us plenty of time for your haircut. <BR>Go upstairs and get your hair wet and bring down my kit." </P><br /><P>As she started up the steps, "Puppy." </P><br /><P>"Yes, Adam." </P><br /><P>"We won't be needing the electric clippers." <BR>"Be sure to get your hair wet before you come back down." </P><br /><P>There wasn't any real reason now to cut her hair in a short boys or pixie haircut now. <BR>I would prefer to see it much longer down to her waist now that the layers were gone. <BR>I was curious to see what she would look like with bangs (a fringe). </P><br /><P>If I liked her with bangs and if I changed my mind her bangs would eventually bangs grew out. <BR>Puppy's hair is very thick and heavy. <BR>Even with bangs, her ponytails, braids or buns would be thicker and fuller then most women's without them. </P><br /><P>She dutifully got up on the stool while I combed out her shoulder length hair. <BR>I then parted the hair in the front and then combed this section of hair forward covering her face. <BR>I took the rest of her hair and fixed it in a low ponytail to get it out of the way. <BR>I divided the hair covering her face into sections, twisting and clipping each section to the top of her head with plastic butterfly clips. <BR>One by one I brought each section down. <BR>I carefully cut the bangs into her hair stopping just to the front of her ears. </P><br /><P>Puppy now had thick, blunt cut eye framing bangs just caressing her eyebrows. <BR>I blow-dried her hair and brushed it again. <BR>Then pulled it back into a medium high ponytail. </P><br /><P>I went back for the final trim, tweaking the bangs until they were perfectly straight, blunt and full. <BR>I was right about her ponytail, still thick and full. <BR>And those bangs framing her face, they were perfect for her <BR>The bangs really brought out her beautiful dark eyes as well as making her look much younger. <BR>The Rousseau women needed little or no makeup to look beautiful. <BR>I noticed that she was studying me as if reading my mind. </P><br /><P>"My pretty and precocious Puppy." <BR>You have no idea how much younger and sexier they make you look or <BR>the way your bangs frame your face and bring out your eyes. <BR>You have such beautiful intelligent brown eyes, a brown so dark that they appear obsidian black in the right light." </P><br /><P>"Do I really look that good in bangs, Adam?" <BR>You have a way of looking at me and your eyes never lie. <BR>You take such pleasure in simple things. <BR>And you can be so gentle. <BR>Our bath for one; you were so silly with your boat. <BR>Sharing a meal or a cup of coffee or tea at your kitchen table for another <BR>Nevertheless you are far from simple. <BR>Did you ever take the test for MENSA while in college?" </P><br /><P>"Yes." <BR>I answered, kissing her mouth. </P><br /><P>"Did you pass?" </P><br /><P>"Yes I passed". Kiss. " </P><br /><P>"What was your score?" </P><br /><P>"You're smarter then me; you scored higher." Kiss. </P><br /><P>"Adam, stop being silly, I'm trying to be serious." </P><br /><P>"I know you are." "Stop being serious, be silly." Kiss, Kiss..." </P><br /><P>"Adam!" She exclaimed, getting frustrated. <BR>"I have something important to tell you!" </P><br /><P>"I'm going to get dressed for dinner, just jeans and a flannel shirt, nothing fancy." <BR>I took her hair out of the ponytail and fluffed it about her shoulders arranging it around her face. <BR>I will tell you my test score during lunch, please get dressed and fix your hair nice for me" </P><br /><P>"No, I won't get dressed!" <BR>Puppy exclaimed, annoyed and getting angry. <BR>"Why are you smiling at me, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Your eyes just turned darker. <BR>They must do that when you get angry. <BR>You are so cute when you are angry. <BR>What do you want to tell me?" </P><br /><P>"I would much prefer to show you." <BR>Puppy put her arms around my neck. <BR>Put your arms around me, Adam, isn't this nice? <BR>Please close your eyes, Sir." <BR>I was happy to comply. </P><br /><P>Puppy put her mouth to my ear and whispered. <BR>"If you were my daughter Clarette, heaven help the two of them. <BR>Thank you Adam. <BR>You are cute too.... don't be embarrassed." </P><br /><P>I was dressed and waiting in the kitchen when Puppy made her entrance. <BR>She was wearing light- blue stone washed Levis, snug but not skin tight and the white Nike walking shoes. <BR>On top, she was wearing a pale green silk-blend peasant tunic. <BR>It had 3/4 sleeves with smocking and lace at the neck and cuffs with a grosgrain ribbon belt and one at the neckline. <BR>She had fixed her hair in a simple braid knowing that I would approve. </P><br /><P>Intuitive as well as intelligent,she guessed or perhaps read my mind. <BR>Puppy brought me the spool of Kelly Green ribbon that Grace bought it at my request along with Puppy's clothing. </P><br /><P>"Adam, would you tie this ribbon on my braid? <BR>I just can't seem to get the bow right." </P><br /><P>"It will be my pleasure. <BR>Turn around please.... there all done. <BR>You look lovely this afternoon, so fresh and youthful." <BR>I complimented her and offered her my arm. </P><br /><P>We arrived at the restaurant and seated ourselves. <BR>Nancy our waitress brought us menus and two glasses of ice water with lemon wedges on the side. <BR>"Good afternoon, Adam, you too Miss, what will be your pleasure." </P><br /><P>"Nancy this is Rose's sister, Clarette. <BR>Clarette, this is Nancy." </P><br /><P>Nancy was a plump little blue-eyed blond, about Puppy's age. <BR>Being a very competent waitress and a part time substitute teacher. </P><br /><P>"I'm pleased to meet you, Clarette." <BR>Nancy said, shaking her hand. <BR>"Adam never mentioned that Rose had a such a young sister. <BR>You must be a senior this year. </P><br /><P>The pleasantries aside, I placed our order. <BR>"Nancy, how do you like your new contact lenses?" </P><br /><P>"Are they that noticeable, Adam? " </P><br /><P>"No, not at all. <BR>I love the way the slight tint brings out the blue in your eyes." </P><br /><P>"Then how did you know?" </P><br /><P>"Well for one, you are not wearing your brown tortoise shell glasses and they are not in your apron pocket. <BR>When you are not wearing them you hold the order pad closer to your face when writing? <BR>Further, you have stopped lightening your hair since I was here last. <BR>Your natural honey blond is so much nicer. <BR>I'm glad to see that you are finally growing it out." </P><br /><P>"I wish Roger noticed these things." <BR>Nancy sighed. <BR>When Roger gets out of work all he does is to go drinking with his buddies. <BR>Or will stay home and watch sports on TV." </P><br /><P>"That's because Roger is a roosterfish. <BR>I would bet the roosterfish does not know the color of your eyes. <BR>Let alone that you are wearing a different eye shadow. <BR>Are you still a part-time assistant teacher, Nancy?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, but I am starting full time in the fall" </P><br /><P>"When you get your full time teaching job in the fall, do yourself a favor, Nancy. <BR>Dump the roosterfish! </P><br /><P>Nancy brought our order returning from time to time to replenish our water and root beer. </P><br /><P>"How is your hamburger? <BR>I asked. </P><br /><P>"Delicious, but I won't be able to eat all of it, I have to watch my figure now. <BR>Adam did you ever date her, I mean before you met my sister?" </P><br /><P>By her, do you mean Nancy?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, Nancy, did you ever date her?" </P><br /><P>"I was Nancy's escort for her cousins wedding." <BR>Nancy's present boyfriend, Roger the roosterfish went to Miami for a football game. <BR>Roosterfish went his hatchling roosterfish buddies the weekend of the wedding. </P><br /><P>"The roosterfish's friends no doubt talked him into it. <BR>They made references about his manhood, saying stand-up to her, don't let her boss you around.... that kind of nonsense! <BR>Hence the roosterfish reference, nether fish or fowl, man or boy, but perpetual adolescence. <BR>When I found out I insisted on taking Nancy to the wedding. <BR>I rented a black tuxedo for the occasion. <BR>I danced just about every dance with her. <BR>Then I took her out for coffee & dessert afterwards. <BR>We had a wonderful time. </P><br /><P>Then the roosterfish saw the photos from the wedding and us dancing. <BR>He became jealous and then angry. <BR>Roger accused her of cheating on him with me and then tried confront me. <BR>He told me that he was going to "kick the shit out of me". </P><br /><P>Did you fight him?" </P><br /><P>"The idiot confronted me outside of the Ace Hardware Store. <BR>He was loud, drunk and obnoxious and there was no reasoning with him. <BR>He threw a haymaker at my head and I moved to one side. <BR>Roger punched the building instead of me and broke his hand in three places. <BR>I left him in the emergency room." </P><br /><P>"Did you.... "You know what I mean?" </P><br /><P>Did I what, Puppy?" <BR>"Did I make love to her, the answer is no." </P><br /><P>"Are you going to tell me what you scored on your MENSA test?" </P><br /><P>"One-hundred-seventy-five. <BR>But it doesn't matter, I didn't join?" </P><br /><P>"Why wouldn't you want to be a member of MENSA?" </P><br /><P>"When I was in college, I was tentatively accepted into a fraternity. </P><br /><P>"What fraternity, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"It doesn't matter. <BR>At the time I didn't know what I was getting into to. <BR>I wouldn't cooperate or take part in the hazing. <BR>What they wanted me to do and what they wanted to do to me was demeaning." </P><br /><P>"What happened when you refused the initiation?" </P><br /><P>"I got arrested and spent the weekend in jail for fighting but not so my almost fraternity brothers. <BR>They had money and connections. <BR>One had a broken hand. <BR>Another had crushed testicles. <BR>The third couldn't whistle Dixie between his missing front teeth." </P><br /><P>"Why couldn't he whistle through his teeth? <BR>Puppy asked laughing. </P><br /><P>"Because he was the one holding the paddle. <BR>He attempted to hit me with it before I took it away from him. </P><br /><P>"Did anything happen in jail, Adam? </P><br /><P>"While I was in my cell, a rather large gentleman with a shaved head and many tattoos was put in with me <BR>But had to leave in a hurry because the Correction Officers rushed him to the prison hospital soon after." </P><br /><P>"What happened to him?" <BR>Puppy asked, sliding closer to me, our legs now touching. </P><br /><P>When we initially sat down, I helped her into the corner booth and then sat across from her. <BR>Over the course of the meal and conversations she kept inching closer to me. <BR>It started with the fried onion rings. <BR>When I reached for one so did she as an excuse to touch me. <BR>I noticed in the bathtub sharing my boat story how she cuddled closer <BR>The same when Puppy was telling me about herself in the bedroom. <BR>Especially when I asked her questions. <BR>Confirming to her that I was listening and had her undivided attention. </P><br /><P>I also noticed that she got excited and perhaps aroused by the violent account of my actions. <BR>Which was why I narrated the way I did. <BR>To hold her interest and have her ask questions. <BR>I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer yet. </P><br /><P>"It was a pre-emptive strike. <BR>Nobody bothered me after that. <BR>I was segregated to my own room in the infirmary. <BR>The down side was that I could have been charged with assault and battery. </P><br /><P>"I will assume that you won that fight. <BR>Where you charged for your pre-emptive strike? <BR>What happened next, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Yes and no, I will get to that shortly." </P><br /><P>I talked softer now, making Puppy lean closer to listen <BR>While I spoke to her I played with her thick, silky braid. </P><br /><P>"There was an internal investigation conducted by a old crusty Correction Sergeant. <BR>He was a 25 -year man in his sixties. <BR>He had hash marks and stars on his sleeve. <BR>I was brought into his office, a dingy room painted institutional gray. <BR>The room contained a battered wood desk and two chairs in the same condition. <BR>I was told to sit down, which I did. <BR>The desk was between us. <BR>The Sergeant took off his uniform jacket. <BR>He hung it on the back of his chair and then sat down. <BR>I noticed his single tattoo; the Marine embalm and below that, "Semper Fideliis." </P><br /><P>"Always Faithful." <BR>Puppy added solemnly. </P><br /><P>The Sergeant told me that the thug, a known rapist and pedophile refused to press charges against me. <BR>In order to draw me out he asked about my family and home life." <BR>I answered everything truthfully. <BR>A man of his caliber would easily detect lies or half-truths." </P><br /><P>"He asked if I was checked out at the municipal hospital after my fight." </P><br /><P>"Were you checked out at the hospital, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"No the campus police turned me over the Sheriff Deputy. <BR>They said I refused treatment forging their paperwork and I was brought right to the county jail. <BR>The Sergeant then asked me to take off my shirt and then he said. </P><br /><P>"Son, you did a number on those boys. <BR>No doubt in my mind they got what their hands called for. <BR>In the end it is their word against yours and they are the haves and you are a have not. <BR>Life isn't fair but there you have it. <BR>Where did you get those bruises on your back and stomach, son?" </P><br /><P>"How did you get the bruises, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"I didn't tell him, Puppy, which told him everything." </P><br /><P>"But how did you get them?" </P><br /><P>"A young sweet thing like you still in high school. <BR>I can't tell you that; It would corrupt your tender sensibilities." </P><br /><P>Adam!" </P><br /><P>"The campus police worked me over with sap gloves. <BR>Sap gloves are cowhide gloves with fine birdshot sown into the palms and knuckles." <BR>I took a sip of root beer from my frosted glass mug, as did the same. </P><br /><P>"The bastards.... did you eventually get medical treatment?" </P><br /><P>"After my interview. <BR>The Sergeant personally escorted me to the infirmary. <BR>I had cracked ribs and was now pissing blood." </P><br /><P>"They bruised your kidneys didn't they?" </P><br /><P>"Yes they did, both of them. <BR>I passed out a couple of times while they were wrapping my cracked ribs." </P><br /><P>"They don't treat cracked ribs that way now, Adam." </P><br /><P>"Yes, I know, Puppy." </P><br /><P>"The old Sergeant was angry. <BR>I stayed in the jail's hospital until Monday." </P><br /><P>I had a cell with a real mattress and fresh sheets and I could watch television in the dayroom. <BR>The Sergeant called the PA at home and had him return to the jail infirmary. <BR>I had pain medication that night instead of waiting until Monday morning." </P><br /><P>"There was an old black orderly working on the ward, a trustee and his name was Shaky McDaniel. <BR>He told me that he overheard the old Sarge talking. <BR>"Listen to me boy, that old-timer is a good hack. <BR>You do what he tells you. <BR>"Sergeant McMahon is a tough old bastard. <BR>Don't take shit from anybody. <BR>He's tough, but he's fair. <BR>He was talking to the Captain. <BR>Told him he did some checking on you. <BR>Told the Captain that you took one hell of a beating. <BR>Didn't make a sound except to grunt. <BR>Pissed your pants and everything. <BR>But kept your mouth shut; wouldn't give the crackers the satisfaction." </P><br /><P>"Did your father post your bail?" </P><br /><P>I'll get to that in minute, let me finish telling you about the interview first." <BR>I took a sip of root beer and then Puppy the same." </P><br /><P>"If the Sheriff Deputy did it, I don't want to know, but I doubt it." <BR>The old Sarge said. <BR>"If it were somebody else, you would still be smart to keep your mouth shut. <BR>I can tell by the bruises on your wrists the handcuffs were on tight when you took your beating. <BR>The Deputy who brought you here is a good man. <BR>If you file a complaint he will be suspended for 6 months or more without pay pending his investigation along with those who did it. <BR>Mark has a family to support?" <BR>He will close ranks and keep his mouth shut; we all will. <BR>You keep your mouth shut and I will squash the pending charges for assault and battery in my cellblock. <BR>You have my word on it." </P><br /><P>"I can't help you with the outside charges, son, for those you will need a lawyer. <BR>That God damned piss-ant Dean of Student should have kept everything in house. <BR>He took the side of those rich spoiled sissy boys, those roosterfish! <BR>You have been railroaded son." </P><br /><P>"Then we both stood up. <BR>Sarge extended his hand for me to shake looking straight in the eye and I took it meeting his gaze." <BR>I nodded my head and squeezed his hand <BR>The Sarge nodded his head and squeezed back." </P><br /><P>"Protocol dictated that I be handcuffed when he walked me over to the infirmary and I wasn't wearing any. </P><br /><P>"Why weren't you wearing handcuffs, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Because the Sergeant and I had an unspoken understanding." <BR>I squeezed her hand. <BR>She squeezed mine back, much harder. </P><br /><P>My root beer was gone now and we started on hers. <BR>Nancy quietly brought us 2 fresh frosted mugs, no need for asking. </P><br /><P>"Sergeant McMahon asked why I refused my arrival telephone while I was there call to notify my folks. <BR>I refused to answer. <BR>Did you have a falling out with your father, son?" </P><br /><P>"We don't have a telephone, Sergeant. <BR>We use the neighbor's up the road." </P><br /><P>"Then why didn't you call the neighbors?" </P><br /><P>"I didn't answer him." </P><br /><P>"Did you have a falling out with your father, Adam? <BR>Because if you did this is no time to be stubborn. <BR>You need an attorney Adam. <BR>An attorney that is damn sight better then your family can probably afford." </P><br /><P>"There is the public defender." <BR>I said, breaking my silence. </P><br /><P>"Those roosterfish have the best lawyers that money can buy. <BR>Their motions are already filed and I will bet you a brass- monkey's left nut that there is already a deal in place. <BR>Their lawyers have already met with the public defender and the district attorney. <BR>Which leaves you with the right nut.... nothing and frozen out. </P><br /><P>"Then I will have to defend myself." <BR>I told him, defiantly. </P><br /><P>"Son there is an old saying about a fool for a lawyer with an ass for a client. <BR>I hope you change your mind." </P><br /><P>I paused to sip my root beer. </P><br /><P>"What about your father, Adam? <BR>Did he bail you out? <BR>Hire an attorney? <BR>Did you defend yourself in open court? <BR>What happened?" </P><br /><P>"Pro per as in the Latin, "propria persona". <BR>I paused to let her finish. <BR>I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted too. <BR>I sipped my root beer. </P><br /><P>"Propria persona, by ones self." <BR>Puppy translated, enjoying the discourse and taking a sip of root beer from my mug. </P><br /><P>Puppy is a delightfully intelligent woman, as is my sweet Rose. <BR>I have already started Rose on some of the classics, Jane Austin and The Bronte sisters. <BR>Anne, Charlotte and Emily to name a few; to read when sitting in my workshop, on her stool, by the window. </P><br /><P>I raised my hand to get Nancy's attention. </P><br /><P>When she arrived, Nancy asked. <BR>"Are you ready for desert?" </P><br /><P>"No, just the bill and a take out box please, Nancy." <BR>I handed her cash that included a generous gratuity. </P><br /><P>It was a quiet ride home. <BR>Puppy was sitting close to me listening to the radio. <BR>When we arrived home I took her to my workshop. <BR>I explained step by step the anatomy of building a split bamboo fly rod from start to finish. <BR>Then we went into the house. <BR>Once there, I put a classic music station on low. <BR>I invited her to snuggle on the couch with me. </P><br /><P>I took the braid out of her hair letting it fall loose about her shoulders. <BR>Soon Puppy was all over me and just could not get enough kisses. <BR>I let her go down on me. <BR>She gave me a wonderful blowjob while I played with her beautiful hair. <BR>Then I went down on her causing an even more violent orgasm then before in the kitchen. <BR>Afterwards, all Puppy wanted to do was to cuddle with her head on my lap. </P><br /><P>"What happened, Adam? <BR>What did your father do?" </P><br /><P>"Sergeant McMahon took off the next two days. <BR>He was a complete stranger and he went out of his way to help me." </P><br /><P>"He hired a lawyer and bailed you out, didn't he?" </P><br /><P>"No, Sarge and his wife Mary drove to my Dad's farm. <BR>It was a 16 hour round trip for them. <BR>He drove 16 hours so that he could tell my father where I was and what happened. </P><br /><P>"Then it was your father who bailed you out, right?" </P><br /><P>"Nobody bailed me out, my precocious Puppy." </P><br /><P>"But your father found you an attorney, right?" </P><br /><P>"Wrong." </P><br /><P>"Adam!" </P><br /><P>"Puppy!" <BR>I held onto her hair to keep her from sitting up. <BR>"Please remain still so I can finish my story". </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir." </P><br /><P>"But first, tell me who you are?" </P><br /><P>"I am your Puppy and you are my lover, Sir. <BR>Do you think that you could ever love me, just a little now that you like me, Sir?" </P><br /><P>"Perhaps, Puppy, perhaps. <BR>Quoting Mrs. Meyer: "Good things come to those who wait." </P><br /><P>"Yes Sir." <BR>Puppy kissed my hand and snuggled back down. </P><br /><P>I was thinking that after I settled with the Shylock a second bathroom was definitely in my future. </P><br /><P>"On Monday morning they simply let me go. <BR>All the charges were dropped and I have no idea why. <BR>My scholarships were still in place. <BR>I met with the Dean of Students and he did everything but kiss my ring and as you can see I don't wear one. <BR>He offered me special privileges and I turned him down." </P><br /><P>"There must be something I can do, Mr. Richards." The Dean said to me. <BR>The Dean seemed nervous as if he was afraid of something or somebody." </P><br /><P>"What did you tell the Dean, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"I will continue to live in the common dormitories, Dean. <BR>I will work hard to maintain my grades and keep my scholarship. <BR>I don't need your help or your money, free housing or free meals...nothing, except?" </P><br /><P>"Of course Mr. Richards anything you want, just name it." </P><br /><P>"Don't ever talk to me again in your lifetime? <BR>That is exactly what I told him. <BR>Then I turned and walked out of his office. </P><br /><P>"What happened to the roosterfish, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Do you like that word?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, it's very descriptive." <BR>Puppy replied, laughing. </P><br /><P>"All three of them transferred to a different college." </P><br /><P>"What about those cowards who beat you when you were handcuffed." </P><br /><P>"Only one of them beat me, the older of the two. <BR>The other stood by and watched and was afraid to interfere. <BR>He was still on probation and not much older than me. <BR>For some reason, he transferred immediately into housekeeping and became a janitor. <BR>Then when his probation was up he took a 1 years leave of absence to do volunteer work in a homeless shelter and food pantry." </P><br /><P>"And the one who beat you?" </P><br /><P>"They found the one that beat me naked and he was wearing his department disapproved sap gloves. <BR>He was handcuffed with his issue handcuffs to the flagpole on the football field. <BR>Whomever did this to him made him swallow his own handcuff key." </P><br /><P>"Really! They made him swallow the key! <BR>Who beat him up? <BR>Did he have a gag in his mouth? <BR>Serves him right!" </P><br /><P>"He was beat much worse then I was, Puppy and with his own sap gloves. <BR>At first, I was a suspect, but the State Police cleared me right away. <BR>I was home for my Mother's funeral and my alibi was rock solid. </P><br /><P>"Did they ever find out who did it, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"Never, the poltroon was so scared he refused to participate in his own investigation." </P><br /><P>"And Sergeant McMahon?" </P><br /><P>"He is doing well and we still keep in touch. <BR>John is in his eighties now and is working as a school crossing guard. <BR>The children at his elementary school crossing love him, especially the little ones. <BR>He teaches them how to cross between the yellow lines. <BR>John marches with them, left right, left right and all that. <BR>The children call him Sergeant Grandpa. <BR>The old Sarge will never retire; he is too obstinate. <BR>Just like me." </P><br /><P>"Oh no, Sir." <BR>"Don't say that; don't sell yourself short with obstinate." </P><br /><P>"What do you mean by that remark, Puppy?" </P><br /><P>"You are not merely obstinate, Sir, you are stubborn, headstrong and stiff-necked. <BR>I should also include bullheaded, pigheaded, mulish, dogged, and pertinacious. <BR>But most definitely you are not a roosterfish." <BR>She sat up and putts her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. </P><br /><P>"You will be sleeping on the floor in the bedroom this evening unless you take it back." </P><br /><P>"I take it back, Sir. <BR>You are a roosterfish." <BR>Then, she kissed my mouth twice. </P><br /><P>"Such impertinence. <BR>I said in mock outrage. <BR>I'm shocked, absolutely shocked I tell you!" </P><br /><P>"Not just impertinence, Sir." Kiss Kiss. " But, impudence and cheekiness." Kiss kiss. <BR>Insolence, crust." Kiss, Kiss. "Freshness, gall, rudeness." Kiss kiss and kiss. <BR>"And discourtesy, chutzpah, disrespect." Kiss, Kiss. </P><br /><P>"My turn Puppy. Sauciness & pertness." Kiss, Kiss. <BR>I kissed Puppy's mouth back. <BR>"Perkiness, and playfulness." Kiss, Kiss "Fun." <BR>Didn't I say you were smarter then me, you know more words?" </P><br /><P>"It is bedtime Sir." <BR>And I can think of one more word.... well, maybe two." </P><br /><P>David arrived at my house at 5:00 AM in the morning. <BR>It was the day I was to meet with the Shylock and Socrates was with him greeting me warmly as ever. <BR>He walked up and smelled me and then lay down on the ground and ignored me. <BR>He wagged his tail once for Puppy and that was a good omen. <BR>Socrates is a huge brindle colored Bull Mastiff with four white feet. <BR>He has been trained to attack on command. <BR>He absolutely loves Laura and likes Rose, allowing her to pet him; he merely tolerates me. </P><br /><P>The last thing I told my Puppy before she left with David. <BR>"Everything will be fine, my one root beer barrel candy girl." <BR>An unspoken understanding passed between us. <BR>David gave us a funny look, serves him right. <BR>Socrates wagged his tail. </P><br /><P>I showered, shaved and dressed carefully for my meeting with the Shylock. <BR>I did not want to give him the wrong impression. <BR>Being that I was afraid of him or that I had lost sleep worrying about him. <BR>I slept well these past days. <BR>Puppy was a precocious little bed partner. </P><br /><P>First, a freshly pressed white shirt with the top button left undone. <BR>Next, dark gray wool slacks with a 1 3/4" double leather black belt with a sturdy brass buckle. <BR>I can't have my pants falling down or have anything print. <BR>Next, I put on a Navy Blue Blazer. </P><br /><P>I hate tight restrictive clothing and I always prefer my clothing a little loose and comfortable. <BR>I put on my dark socks and a pair of steel toe black brogans. <BR>I left the house ready for bear. </P><br /><P>I arrived at the restaurant one hour early. <BR>I met with the staff first and then waited in my booth for the Shylock. <BR>They were instructed not to enter the area unless I called for them. <BR>They didn't know why and I had tipped the entire staff well beforehand. </P><br /><P>I just didn't want anyone to get hurt or be in the line of fire as a manner of speaking. <BR>There was no telling what kind of weapon the Shylock might be carrying, a gun perhaps. <BR>My steel toed shoes were no match for that. <BR>It was safer to give the Shylock what he had coming. <BR>I was certainly carrying enough with me for that, taking it out of the safe before I left. </P><br /><P>The Shylock, Frank Abzug came sauntering into the restaurant 2 hours late. <BR>Frank acted like he owned the place and was puffing on a big cigar. <BR>The Shylock was a big man, about six foot tall and approximately 260 lbs. <BR>He was wearing a black sharkskin suit that had seen better days with a black shirt and white tie and had Italian loafer on his feet; good I had him there. <BR>The Shylock first went to the bar and ordered a drink, tipping the bartender a ten spot. <BR>He sat and finished that drink and then ordered another tipping the bartender the same. <BR>The Shylock deliberately took his time getting to the booth, cheap showmanship. </P><br /><P>He then walked over to the booth, smiling and offered me his hand to shake. <BR>I didn't take it. <BR>I looked at him and sipped my coffee. </P><br /><P>The Shylock sat down and turned the coffee cup over at his place setting to use as an ashtray. <BR>He glared at me and took a puff on his cigar blowing the smoke in my direction and sneering. <BR>I leaned forward with my face expressionless returning his stare and this was not what he expected. </P><br /><P>He was first to speak. <BR>"Your girlfriend's sister owes me fifteen grand. <BR>Fortunately for her, I have a kind heart and I will settle for ten grand, cash. <BR>You are a business man same as me you can afford it." </P><br /><P>I was nothing like him. </P><br /><P>"I checked you out, Richards. <BR>Three-thousand dollars for a lousy fishing pole, and they call me a Shylock." <BR>He laughed as if he just scored a point. <BR>I took sip of my coffee. </P><br /><P>"My understanding is that you loaned her one thousand dollars less then a year ago. <BR>I am prepared to settle her debt to you." </P><br /><P>"That's right Richards, the other nine are for pain and suffering if you get my meaning, If I don't get paid what's coming to me?" </P><br /><P>He laughed again, as if he had just scored another point <BR>Then he took another puff on his cigar. <BR>The man was a hyena in a sharkskin suit. </P><br /><P>"Unfold your napkin." <BR>I said, taking a sip of coffee. </P><br /><P>Unfolding his napkin he said "There is just three grand here, what gives? <BR>Do you know who I am, Richards?" </P><br /><P>"You are a business man with a kind heart. <BR>One thousand is for the loan and two thousand in interest which is a much better return then the stock or futures markets." <BR>I advised him, sipping my coffee and then refreshing my cup from the carafe. </P><br /><P>Frank the hyena put the money in his suit pocket. <BR>He removed silver .25-caliber semi- automatic handgun with mother of pearl grips. <BR>The he flashed it for me to see before putting it on the table and palming it with his large ham hock hand. </P><br /><P>"That was just the down payment, Richards. <BR>When can I expect the rest, the other fifteen thousand in interest for you for being a smart ass and I know about the ruby. <BR>It is not like you are married to the bitch. <BR>Why don't let me borrow your girlfriend for the weekend. <BR>Blanche could use a good makeover, to much hair on that one. <BR>Is she a good fuck, Richards? <BR>Does she suck cock and take it in the ass? <BR>I bet the bitch gives a good rim job. <BR>Do you kiss her afterward? </P><br /><P>He was trying to goad me, to get me to react and make a mistake. <BR>Instead he got a deadpan expression. </P><br /><P>"Are you a voyeur, Richards? <BR>"I will let you watch while I am doing your cunt girlfriend. <BR>Followed by his mocking hyena laugh. <BR>I sipped my hot coffee. </P><br /><P>"I'll even let you use my wife until I'm done with Blanche. <BR>Then I will bring her back to you nice and bald and well broken in and I'll even take a dollar off your bill for wear and tear. </P><br /><P>"No thank you, I decline your generous offer, Mr. Abzug" <BR>I sipped my coffee. </P><br /><P>Haven't you heard anything I have said to you, Richards? <BR>How can you sit there and drink coffee? <BR>What kind of man other then a coward or a fool would just sit there and take it? </P><br /><P>"Obviously you don't like coffee, and as to what type of man: <BR>One that is at a disadvantage after being out maneuvered and doesn't want to get shot." <BR>I was not being entirely truthful. </P><br /><P>"You got balls; I'll give you that. <BR>Your expression didn't change even when you saw my piece. <BR>You're out of your league and you know. <BR>Don't like coffee, that's a good one. <BR>But you got balls and I admire that. <BR>Business is Business, Blanche or the ruby, your choice? <BR>Your money is no longer good." </P><br /><P>The old Sergeant taught me well. <BR>Not just about tells and how to really read a man. <BR>I learned how to bluff, when to back down and when to strike hard and fast. <BR>I thought that I was tough as hell. <BR>In his sixties he could throw me around like a rag doll. <BR>I learned from him that there is always somebody tougher or more ruthless. <BR>It is best to be prepared to conquer, negotiate, or retreat. </P><br /><P>I was taught to maintain the perfect poker face, no matter what. <BR>I was seething inside about how he was talking about Rose and Clarette. </P><br /><P>But a man has to do what a man has to do no matter how distasteful." </P><br /><P>"Then you will settle for the ruby ring?" </P><br /><P>"That's what I said, I'm thinking about starting my own tradition with Clarette afterwards anyway. <BR>It's not like you can stop me. <BR>Even though the cunt is nothing but a cheap whore as are all women, especially yours." <BR>He announced, still smirking. <BR>I wanted to kick him in the face with my steel toe shoes. <BR>But he had a gun. <BR>That was not going to happen. </P><br /><P>"It's under the coffee cup to your left." </P><br /><P>The Shylock removed the cup and said. <BR>"What the fuck is this. <BR>Why is my name on?" <BR>He picked it up from the saucer to look at it, momentarily distracted. </P><br /><P>This gave me time to reach underneath my blazer. <BR>I removed my Gary Reeder Alaskan Hunter from the Mernickle pancake holster. <BR>I pointed five more of them at his groin. <BR>I was ready for bear. </P><br /><P>"I suggest that you don't move." </P><br /><P>For the first time, I saw fear in the Shylock eyes. <BR>My dear friend, the old Sarge, God Bless him, taught me how to negotiate. <BR>Always negotiate from a position of strength, Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum. <BR>The Latin, If you wish peace prepare for war. </P><br /><P>"I will gladly answer your question, but first, slowly remove your hand...very reasonable." <BR>I covered the pistol with my cloth napkin as not to alarm anyone. </P><br /><P>"No doubt this gun is illegal and covered with your fingerprints. <BR>Thank you for providing me with leverage. <BR>I have a customer, an assistant Deputy Director of the FBI. <BR>He works of Phoenix Arizona Office. <BR>He owns three of my lousy fishing poles. <BR>Need I say more?" </P><br /><P>"I prefer to handle my own affairs without outside interference, Mr. Abzug. </P><br /><P>"What you have in your hand is a .454 Casull 300 Grain XTP Jacketed Hollow point round. <BR>It has twice the muzzle energy of the best 44 magnum round. <BR>It will exit the barrel of the revolver that I am pointing at your testicles at 1650 fps, with muzzle energy of 1814 ft lbs." <BR>I said this calmly and matter of factually...taking a sip of coffee... <BR>"As opposed to your round; the .25 acp with a 50 Grain round nose bullet at 760 fps with 64 lb of muzzle energy." </P><br /><P>I carry this handgun salmon fishing in bear country. <BR>It was custom built for me on a stainless Ruger Bisley Single Action Revolver and it is simple, rugged, and reliable. <BR>I chose the black micarta grips they being durable and practical. <BR>At my request, Gary installed a 5" octagon barrel with folding rear express sights, and then I chose a 14kt. gold bead Elmer Keith style front sight." </P><br /><P>"Which brings us back to the here and now, Mr. Abzug. <BR>I could have shot you in self- defense and without warning, but like you I am a businessman with a kind heart. </P><br /><P>Just one round will shatter your pelvic bone and possibly your spine, and will most likely sever your femoral & iliac arteries. <BR>Assume my aim is just slightly off. <BR>If you are unlucky enough to survive, if not a paraplegic, you most certainly will remain an impotent cripple with a colostomy bag. <BR>Not at all good for business." </P><br /><P>"Under the circumstances, and as one business man to another; you have made a very good return on your money. <BR>Perhaps you didn't make the expected profit, but you didn't lose money either. <BR>Clarette's debt to you has been satisfied in full and I suggest that relinquish your lien on her person and the ruby... Don't make this personal." </P><br /><P>The Shylock slid out of the booth and slowly stood up. <BR>His eyes never left mine as he put the round in his pocket. </P><br /><P>"Business is business Richards. <BR>Our business is over." <BR>He nodded his head and I mine. <BR>We had an understanding. <BR>Then he turned and walked out of the restaurant. </P><br /><P>The old Sarge was right, leave him an out and allow him his dignity. <BR>If possible let him walk away. <BR>I couldn't wait to see him and thank and him. <BR>I didn't have long to wait. </P><br /><P>"Mr. Richards, there is an older gentleman at the bar that wishes to buy you a drink." "What shall I tell him?" </P><br /><P>"Nothing, I will tell him myself, Vito." <BR>Vito is a friend of David and the owner's nephew. </P><br /><P>We walked over to the bar where my old Sarge was standing and I made the introductions. </P><br /><P>"Vito this is Sergeant Major John McMahon, twenty years in the Marines. <BR>Followed by thirty years in Corrections and retiring as a Sergeant. <BR>Sergeant Major and then a Sergeant, Sarge this is Vito Salvatore. </P><br /><P>"An honor to meet Sir." Vito said, smiling and shaking Sarge's hand. <BR>"Thank You Sir for your service to our country." <BR>I could tell by the look on his face that Sarge was pleased. </P><br /><P>"Pleased to meet you son, you ever serve." </P><br /><P>"No Sergeant Major. "I never afforded myself the privilege." </P><br /><P>Now pleased and impressed with Vito's manners and show of respect <BR>"Can I buy you a drink son?" </P><br /><P>"I'll be done work in 15 minutes, then I will gladly have a drink with you Sergeant Major. </P><br /><P>"You do anything but tend bar?" <BR>Sarge asked. </P><br /><P>"I tend bar part time for my uncle. <BR>I am a County Sheriff Deputy with 10 years of service and with the rank of Sergeant." </P><br /><P>"I knew it, a fellow Officer and Sergeant to boot! <BR>"Why don't join us for dinner, son, I am sure that Adam won't mind and we can swap war stories................................... </P><br /><P>After dinner, I insisted that Sarge spend the night and get a fresh start in the morning. <BR>He was getting on in years. <BR>I knew he was disappointed when I declined his offer to help out with the Shylock. <BR>At 83, I couldn't chance him getting hurt. <BR>But I promised to call him for advice if things went sour. </P><br /><P>We were sitting in the kitchen when I gave him the full story <BR>"I'm sorry that I wouldn't let you help. <BR>"But I'm sure you understand. <BR>No hard feelings, Sarge?" </P><br /><P>"No need to be sorry on my account. <BR>Somebody had to cover your flank. <BR>I wasn't about to stay out and miss all the fun." </P><br /><P>"What do you mean Sarge?" </P><br /><P>"Son remember when you told me about your meeting with that piss-ant Dean of Students after all the charges were dropped. </P><br /><P>"I remember, Sarge." </P><br /><P>"Afterwards, what did I tell you?" </P><br /><P>"You said that I was the second most stubborn, headstrong, stiff-necked, bullheaded, son of a bitch that you ever laid your eyes on." "Then you took me home to meet your wife and Mary cooked me dinner." </P><br /><P>"Well, you are looking at the first. <BR>I took care of a little potential problem in the restaurant parking lot. <BR>I met two Lady friends of yours ready to help as well." </P><br /><P>"Do you mean Samantha and Grace?" </P><br /><P>"Fine women, especially the big one with the black hair? <BR>I asked her out to dinner." </P><br /><P>"Did Samantha accept?" </P><br /><P>"Of course she did." </P><br /><P>"Where are they now?" </P><br /><P>"With the Schlock's wife. <BR>The wife was sitting in his car with that roosterfish, Duke." </P><br /><P>"Why would the Shylock's wife go anywhere with them? <BR>That just doesn't make sense" </P><br /><P>"Because Duke was unconscious in the trunk." </P><br /><P>"How did Duke get in the trunk in the first place?" <BR>I asked, laughing, thinking how much I loved this old man." </P><br /><P>"Well, It was my idea. <BR>I banged his head on the doorpost of the car until he stopped talking. <BR>You were busy with the Shylock and that roosterfish had a dirty mouth. <BR>He was sitting in the car playing that rap music with a woman old enough to be his mother, no respect. <BR>That's not music just a bunch of dirty talking. <BR>Now, Old Blue Eyes, that's music. <BR>Must be one of those new breed of roosterfish." </P><br /><P>"That's wigger, Sarge, Duke's a wigger." </P><br /><P>"I thought we weren't supposed to use those kind's of words anymore, not being politically correct and all." </P><br /><P>"That's the other word." <BR>I answered. </P><br /><P>"Then I can say one word, but not the other one, and some people can say both? <BR>It seems like a double standard to me. <BR>"I will stick with roosterfish.................................................... </P><br /><P>Sergeant Major John McMahon was across the street watching the restaurant with his binoculars an hour before I arrived. <BR>Never one to take chances, Sarge always carries his Thunder Ranch Colt 1911 .45 acp pistol everywhere. <BR>He completed and passed their defensive firearms and tactical training classes for the first time in the mid 1970's. <BR>Then he took a refresher course every two years until he turned 78 having to stop because of the arthritis in his knees. </P><br /><P>While I was in the restaurant with the Shylock, he walked up to the car where Duke and the battered wife were sitting. <BR>He told Duke that he should be ashamed of himself for playing that profanity in front of a lady. <BR>He knew full well who they were and he was greeted by a string of profanities. <BR>When Duke tried to get out of the car he pinned Duke's arm behind his back. <BR>Then banged Duke's head on the doorpost rendering him unconscious. </P><br /><P>Sam and Grace were already in the restaurant parking lot waiting. <BR>Sarge told me they were well prepared with aluminum baseball bats, rope, and duct tape and a large first-aid kit. <BR>They had .410-gauge double shotgun loaded with buckshot in the trunk, everything but the kitchen sink. <BR>He said he said that wasn't too sure about the sink, only getting a quick glance in their trunk. <BR>Grace helped him tie the roosterfish up and put him in the trunk. </P><br /><P>He told me that when Duke came to Samantha was prepared even for that. <BR>Sam threatened to break Duke's other thumb. <BR>Sam forced him chew and swallow some pills that soon put him to sleep. <BR>They gagged him and locked him in the trunk. <BR>Then Sam and Grace drove the Shylock's wife Martha to a battered woman's shelter and then to a safe house. <BR>They left him to take care of the rest. </P><br /><P>Sarge said that when the Shylock came out of the restaurant and found them gone he was fit to be tied. <BR>Adding, no pun intended. <BR>He said he bet that the Shylock thought the roosterfish might have run off with his wife. <BR>In any event we both agreed that the Shylock was done with us, adhering to a warped sense of honor. </P><br /><P>What satisfaction that he didn't get from me he would take out on Duke. <BR>It didn't matter that he would find Duke later tied up in his trunk. <BR>Frank Abzug the hyena on two legs would blame Duke for failing him. <BR>In the end he would blame Duke for everything that went wrong. </P><br /><P>The next morning after he had eaten Sarge left for home. <BR>I sat in my kitchen feeling somewhat uneasy. <BR>Everything had gone so well, yet my dreams were troubled from the night before. <BR>They were totally disconnected. <BR>I dreamt of fire and things burning, a house. <BR>Rose was outside watching it burn and was literally swimming in a sea of tears and sobbing. <BR>Rose was unable to stop the house from being consumed. </P><br /><P>In the dream I knew that Rose was safe from the fire as long as she remained in the water. <BR>I dreamt that Puppy was naked in a long low corridor made entirely of doors. <BR>She was searching for the right door and upon opening the door she dove into the sea of tears to find her sister. <BR>Her carnelian necklace was a compass to help her find her way. </P><br /><P>And finally, I dreamt of two little boys, twins and the boys no more then 4 years old. <BR>They were playing hide- and -seek in a barn full of hay and they were laughing happily in their innocence and one of them was my father. <BR>Then they were angry grown men. <BR>They were arguing and harsh words were said. <BR>My mother was in another room, crying and was sitting in her rocker next to my crib.... I was just a baby and then I woke up. </P><br /><P>They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. <BR>I called Rose to make sure that she was safe and we talked on the telephone for hours losing all track of the time. <BR>Rose asked about Clarette. <BR>I told Rose that she was fine and the three of us had much to talk about when she got home. <BR>Marie and her husband Miguel had joined them and Rose had just met them for the first time. <BR>Rose asked to stay three extra days to visit with them, saying. </P><br /><P>"Marie is such an elegant Lady, Adam. <BR>Marie reminds me so much of my mother." </P><br /><P>"Of course you may stay my love. <BR>I still have some loose ends to tie up." </P><br /><P>Sam and Grace were not answering their telephones and I figured that they still must be busy with Martha Abzug. <BR>I went to get Puppy from David's place. <BR>When I arrived I told Puppy that we would be going camping. <BR>She was excited at the prospect of camping having never gone before. </P><br /><P>I packed the back of my truck with the basics. <BR>She and I would be roughing it in a place that nobody knew about except for Rose, or so I thought at the time. </P><br /><P>Water wasn't a problem as there was a small artesian spring. <BR>It was 300 yards from my circle and the water is cold and pure. <BR>All of the food I brought could be eaten cold and the only real downside was no hot coffee. </P><br /><P>We parked the truck and backpacked in. <BR>There was no point bringing my cell phone because it wouldn't work; nor would my watch or even flashlights would function once we were safe inside. </P><br /><P>Perhaps it was my imagination but as we entered the thorny bushes and sumac seemed greener and thicker. <BR>They appeared more overgrown and impassable the closer we got to the circle. <BR>I could have sworn that is was closing in behind us, growing and closing ranks to keep us safe. </P><br /><P>Once in side Puppy looked around while I started unpacking things and <BR>I was setting up our tent. <BR>I had intended on sleeping out in the open with her unless that it rained. <BR>The tent was for just in case. </P><br /><P>"Adam, didn't you say that there was a spring near here?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, that is correct." <BR>I answered, not bothering to look up, intent on setting up the free- standing round dome tent. </P><br /><P>"Why walk that far when there is a spring inside the circle?" </P><br /><P>I followed her to the spot. <BR>Sure enough there was small artesian spring flowing from the circumference of the circle outward into the thorny hedge. <BR>I cupped my hands and dipped into water pooled in the small depression in the rocks. <BR>The water was cold and pure and it tasted fabulous. <BR>I let Puppy taste it. </P><br /><P>"Adam, this is delicious, I have never tasted water this good." </P><br /><P>"I remember the rocks being here but there was never any water, Puppy. <BR>Do you know what this means?" </P><br /><P>"Yes, a fissure must have opened here in the bed that overlies the aquifer thus creating a fissure spring. <BR>This is such a strange place that you have brought me to, Adam, but strange in a nice sort of way, like you. <BR>Perhaps it is my imagination, but I would swear that I could feel a magnetic field of concentrated energy. <BR>Well anyway some kind energy emanating from the ground and swirling around us. <BR>Quantum physics is something I never studied." </P><br /><P>"Yes about the fissure spring, yes about the strange place, isn't it wonderful? <BR>I wish you would stop calling me a strange man." <BR>I grabbed her around the waist, picking her up and spinning her around. </P><br /><P>"Rose thinks of the circle as a fairy ring while you are more analytical in your assessment but no less correct. <BR>I have no idea what it is. <BR>You, Rose and I are able to feel and perhaps even tap into the positive energy somehow." </P><br /><P>"Adam, What are you doing?" </P><br /><P>"I am undressing of course." </P><br /><P>"But you haven't even got the tent up yet and it is chilly out. <BR>"Before we left I checked the temperature it was 45 degrees!" </P><br /><P>"That should do it my dear now you." </P><br /><P>"Let me at least unroll the sleeping bag first, Adam." </P><br /><P>"The grass and clover is quite soft and warm if you wish them to be. <BR>I started to undress her and kissing her mouth I said. <BR>"We are going to play a game my precocious Puppy." </P><br /><P>"We are going to use our imagination and suspend analytical scientific thought. <BR>Somehow this place defies conventional logic although I sense a pattern, an order of sorts. <BR>Did you notice as we were approaching how green and lush everything was and it is the last day of October!" </P><br /><P>I now had her almost completely undressed." </P><br /><P>"I noticed, Adam. That is why I called it a strange place." </P><br /><P>"Why do you suppose that the grass and clover are warm as if they were kissed by the late morning sun?" <BR>I removed her shoes and socks. </P><br /><P>"There must be thermal pockets heating the water table?" <BR>Puppy suggested. </P><br /><P>"That would affect your cold fissure spring." <BR>Are you cold?" </P><br /><P>"No, I am surprisingly and pleasantly warm." <BR>She put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. </P><br /><P>"How hot would the ground have to be to affect the air temperature?" <BR>I asked. <BR>And look, the sky is overcast and it is getting windy. <BR>See how fast the clouds are moving." <BR>I pointed up to the sky and then took her hand. </P><br /><P>"Where are we going, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"We are going outside of the circle my dear." </P><br /><P>As I suspected, the air temperature was easily 40 degrees colder. <BR>And because of the cold wind the ground was cold on our bare feet. <BR>We ran back in shivering and laughing. <BR>Puppy was starting to understand. </P><br /><P>I made slow gentle love to my Puppy in the warm sweet smelling grass and clover <BR>Our sexual energies, our passion were mingling with and adding to that of the circle. <BR>I timed my orgasm with hers and I swear that during our mutual orgasm it felt as if we were both on fire. <BR>It felt as if we would be consumed in flames by our passion. <BR>Yet afterwards we lay there in the clover untouched and unhurt </P><br /><P>We napped together in our peaceful sanctuary, oblivious to the outside world until late in the afternoon. <BR>We then ate a light cold meal sharing our spring water from our only cup and debated about the circle. <BR>We certainly had much to discuss with Rose. </P><br /><P>We spent the next two days making love, relaxing and just talking. <BR>We brainstormed in the spirit of the great authors of science fiction & fantasy. <BR>Touching upon, religion and parapsychology, extra-terrestrial power sources. <BR>Of ancient civilizations and their beliefs or mythologies. <BR>We ran the gambit of possibilities. <BR>Our debates were often heated, but never contentious. <BR>Neither of us was willing to back down. <BR>Our lovemaking was more passionate because of our debates. <BR>Where she submitted to me, totally. </P><br /><P>We did agree that we had feelings for one another. <BR>Puppy told me that she loved me. <BR>I finally relenting, and admitting to my precocious Puppy that I could possibly love two women equally, but she must be willing to share me with Rose. </P><br /><P>I would require her to complete her Degree in Library Science and she still wanted to pursue a minor in Art to satisfy her need to paint. <BR>Rose and I would help her is these endeavors; but first her debts and criminal charges must be addressed. </P><br /><P>"Adam, do you remember what you told me about my necklace? <BR>And the properties the Romans attributed to the stone? <BR>I have it with me in my backpack." </P><br /><P>She went to get her necklace and then walked to the center of the circle putting it on and closing her eyes. </P><br /><P>"Adam, I need you for this, please come here and hold my hands." <BR>I walked over taking her hands and closing my eyes. </P><br /><P>"Oh dear God Adam we have to leave immediately, your house is on fire." <BR>"Can you see it?" </P><br /><P>I nodded, too shocked to answer, thinking." Not again!" " Duke!" "I wouldn't wish that on anybody." </P><br /><P>We dressed quickly leaving everything behind except my revolver and her necklace. <BR>It was starting to rain when we got to the access road where my truck was parked. <BR>We stopped not believing what we were seeing. <BR>How were we going to get home now or even get to the airport to pick up Rose. <BR>My truck was trashed: the tires were slashed and all the windows broken and the lights smashed <BR>There was a large rock next to with paint from the truck on it. <BR>Duke had smashed everything in frustration, unable to find us. </P><br /><P>I found empty shotgun hulls. <BR>They matched the gauge of the slug holes in the doors and body panels where he had shot the truck. <BR>Then Duke had set it on fire. <BR>My cell phone was gone, burnt or stolen and we couldn't call for help. <BR>We both were wondering how long that Duke was looking for us and wandering aimlessly, in circles with murder in his heart and prevented from finding our Sanctuary by the Sanctuary itself. </P><br /><P>It was raining heavily by the time we reached the main road. <BR>We were getting soaked and our rain parkas burned up with the truck. <BR>Puppy was sobbing and was worried about her sister Rose. <BR>Not knowing where Rose was or if she was safe, no doubt assuming the worst and lamenting that she might not ever get to apologize or make peace with her sister. </P><br /><P>I spotted headlights in the distance coming at us. <BR>As it approached the vehicle flashed its lights and stopped. <BR>It was a white 1960 Rolls-Royce Phantom V White Limousine. <BR>The rear passenger door opened and my sweet Rose stepped out before the chauffer could exit the vehicle to help her. <BR>Before I could think, Puppy rushed past me crying out her sister's name. <BR>I watched them embrace and Rose now starting to cry as well. <BR>The clean, cold rain washed over them, and adding to their tears and keeping them safe. </P><br /><P>An older man dressed impeccably in a classic chauffer uniform with a red carnation in the lapel stepped out of the limo. <BR>He carried an umbrella and ushered the girls into the back seat. </P><br /><P>Walking over to me he said <BR>"Good afternoon, nephew" <BR>He opened the front passenger door for me to get in. </P><br /><P>"It seems to me at 41 years, 6 months, 3 days...." and then removing a pocket watch on a chain. <BR>"Oh yes 7 hours, 3 minutes and 39 seconds old, that you still don't know enough to come in out of the rain. <BR>"Please get in." </P><br /><P>After we were both in, he turned me and said. <BR>"I am sorry, if I had know the trouble that Frank Abzug was causing I would have neutralized him sooner." <BR>He handed me the .454 Casull round, the round on which I had engraved the Shylocks name. </P><br /><P>"On the other hand, it worked out for the best and it does my heart good to see family making up." <BR>He smiled, glancing back at them. </P><br /><P>"Frank told me everything, not that he had a choice. <BR>I am proud of the way you faced him down, Adam. <BR>You choose your friends well." </P><br /><P>"Obviously you don't like coffee." <BR>My Uncle said, laughing. <BR>"There is a thermos of black coffee on the seat between us." </P><br /><P>"I gave your mother my word that I would watch out for you, Adam. <BR>I promised her that I would help you. <BR>Not that you need my help any longer. <BR>You have not needed my help since the unfortunate incident at college. </P><br /><P>"Up until now, I have not interfered with your life." <BR>"You are stubborn like your father, Adam.... as I am stubborn." </P><br /><P>"Even after our falling out, I loved your father. <BR>We were twins you know. <BR>I visit my brother often in the nursing home but Samuel does not recognize me or know who I am. <BR>I talk with him, but he does not understand. <BR>Your Dad has always refused my help." <BR>To his credit he allowed me to help you if I agreed never to contact you. <BR>You see, he loved you more then he hated me, little Admiral. <BR>You were almost three years old when your father and I argued, we... </P><br /><P>I interrupted him. <BR>"You were arguing in the kitchen over my grandfather's wedding band. <BR>Dad was the oldest son by a matter of minutes and because of that the ring went to him. <BR>Isn't that so Uncle Micah?" </P><br /><P>"How could you possibly know that Adam, even your mother did not know that? <BR>I see, the circle, Clarette & Rose, they must be empathic as well? <BR>Did you channel through the ring, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"I do not have the ring, Uncle Micah. <BR>Dad buried or lost it, he can't remember." <BR>"Then you know of the circle, Godfather." </P><br /><P>"Yes, I have been to entrance and it would not let me pass. <BR>There are two others like it, a trinity of circles. <BR>One is located at Stonehenge. <BR>It is permanent but is now dormant. <BR>It was dormant to me, is dormant to all except in times of great need. <BR>I have always suspected Churchill to be a powerful empath. <BR>Churchill used it to his great advantage in the defeat of Hitler. <BR>I have consulted with people who know of such things. <BR>Even then, never directly, always second and third hand. <BR>There are secret societies of men and women, archivists whom know of such things. <BR>Merlin was said to be the greatest empath of all, the only man to truly know of their origin. </P><br /><P>Perhaps that it why the one at Stonehenge is permanent, Merlin was able to anchor this circle to one place, Uncle. <BR>I offered. </P><br /><P>"Perhaps, Adam...perhaps. I am still looking into that." </P><br /><P>"Your head stone is in the family cemetery Uncle Micah and my parents told me that you were dead. <BR>I know you are blood because I can sense it and now I know much about you that I will not speak aloud. <BR>You too are an empath and strong enough to hide your thoughts and sense the emotions of others." I thought to him. </P><br /><P>"You will of course keep my secret, nephew? <BR>Yes, I see... this is amazing. <BR>You are able to break through my defenses, easily and I can't even put a dent in yours unless you let me. <BR>You need not answer me out loud. <BR>I understand perfectly." He thought back. </P><br /><P>"It is not Grandfather's wedding band that you need to channel through, Uncle Micah, but my father, your twin." I thought to him. </P><br /><P>Grandfather's wedding band is merely a symbol, a crutch. <BR>Rose was willing to sell her Ruby ring to bury her father." <BR>I said, out loud. </P><br /><P>"What about my necklace, Adam." <BR>Puppy asked. </P><br /><P>"Give me your hand Clarette.... now take Rose's hand." </P><br /><P>"They are my channels Micah, the two women that I love, who love me as well." I thought to him. </P><br /><P>"What is Micah's great secret Adam, why won't you share with us?" <BR>They both said out loud. </P><br /><P>"Because it is not for you to know." I said. <BR>"We men are entitled to our secrets just as.... </P><br /><P>Adam, No!" <BR>They both exclaimed. <BR>Clarette let go of my hand and pulled it back quickly and letting go of Rose's as well." </P><br /><P>"Did you just do what I thought you did nephew? <BR>Or, should I say, did you just think what I thought you did?" <BR>My uncle said laughing. <BR>You are such a strange man, my new found nephew." </P><br /><P>"Not that again." I thought. <BR>"I heard that thought, Adam." <BR>Clarette thought back, laughing. </P><br /><P>"What are you two thinking about?" <BR>Rose thought to both of us. <BR>"Never mind." I get it, Rose thought, to both Clarette and I together. <BR>"Adam is not strange." Rose thought. </P><br /><P>"Fascinating," Said my newly found Uncle Micah. "Simply fascinating." <BR>"Would you consider...no, I don't suppose you would. <BR>I do not have to read your mind to know that. <BR>You only want the life you are leading and to be left alone as you always have. <BR>You value family and friends above all else just as your father, my brother Samuel did. <BR>Thank you for keeping my secret Adam. <BR>Thank you for reading the mental sign on the locked door and not forcing your way in." <BR>There is no doubt in my mind that you could have easily done so." </P><br /><P>"You are welcome. <BR>I might still be in prison if it were not for you uncle Micah. <BR>We are family after all." </P><br /><P>"Your home has been burned to the ground a second time, Adam." <BR>"This is the second time you have lost everything, but nothing, nothing that you really value." <BR>Uncle Micah looked at Rose and Clarette. </P><br /><P>"The Fire Marshal estimated over 30 gallons of gasoline was spread throughout the house. <BR>Everything is gone, Adam, including Duke. <BR>I would not wish such a death on anyone, to be burned alive." </P><br /><P>I have a helicopter waiting and I insist that you stay at my estate at Martha's Vineyards, we have much to talk about. </P><br /><P>"Only on one condition." I insisted. </P><br /><P>"What condition is that?" He asked. </P><br /><P>"First we need to go to the nursing home, you have some loose ends to tie up.......................... </P><br /><P>The girls waited in the car while Micah and I went inside. <BR>We were standing outside my Dad's room and Micah hesitated. </P><br /><P>"Are you sure we won't need your Ladies, Adam?" </P><br /><P>"I'm sure, we don't have much time and we need to go in soon." </P><br /><P>"My father was sleeping peacefully in his bed, and his breathing slow and regular. <BR>I took my father's hand in mine and motioned for Micah to take the other. </P><br /><P>My Dad opened his eyes, looked at me and then at his brother. <BR>In a strong, clear voice he said. <BR>"Micah, my dear brother. <BR>We have played hide-and-seek from one another for most of our adult lives. <BR>Now we have finally found each other again." <BR>Then they shared their thoughts, both of them crying and then laughing and then I allowed them to include me............................ </P><br /><P>We buried my father on the farm that he loved in our small family cemetery next to my mother. </P><br /><P>Micah, as Arthur, made Clarette's credit card debt and police records disappear. <BR>I do not know how Micah did it, nor did I ask. <BR>I got a quick enough glance through the keyhole to realize that too much curiosity could kill the Cheshire cat. </P><br /><P>I rebuilt the farmhouse on the original foundation laid down by my Grandfather & Great- Grandfather. <BR>I made it much larger and spacious, adding an extra story and of course and three bathrooms all with extra large claw foot tubs. <BR>There was a price to pay for my father. Many men have stared Death in the face. <BR>Few have talked with him or delayed him. <BR>I didn't talk to death exactly, and it was more like telepathy. </P><br /><P>Death always demands his due. <BR>Clarette, my one root beer candy girl offered to pay Death's due. <BR>Then my sweet Rose, second, and then finally I offered to pay. <BR>We are no longer empathic and the circle is dormant again. </P><br /><P>It is said that Death is without compromise. <BR>He is after all part of the natural order of things, as is Chronos and I met him as well. </P><br /><P>Chronos was quite annoyed with me for making extra work for him. <BR>The Moirae, the Fates, three sisters robed in white; Clotho, Lachesis & Antropos were smiling. <BR>They were greatly amused with the trouble I was causing their cronies and the fates overruled everything on this plane of existence. <BR>They nodded to each other with knowing looks on their beautiful faces. <BR>Nevertheless, delaying the natural orders of could cause irreparable damage.... however, business is business and I am after all a stubborn man. </P><br /><P>Our children and heirs have no liens on their empathic abilities should they choose to use them. <BR>The big question is how do I handle two women in the same household? </P><br /><P><A href="http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/34760/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></A> </P>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-91023417206328144112012-05-26T06:40:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:40:00.815-07:00The REAL CinderellaThe REAL Cinderella <BR>by Firebird (firebird_to@yahoo.com.au) <br /><P>Let's see. Where do I start. I'm completely naked. My ankles are bound and so are my wrists. My upper arms are pulled backwards to force my head down further onto my husband's cock. It smells and I think the only time he washes his cock is when it's in my mouth. His second wife lies beside us on a wooden bench. She takes great delight in holding our husband's cock up for me. I feel fingers taking strands of my hair and grasping ever so tightly. My Lord feels I've had enough time to get my breath and forces me to suck him off some more. </P><br /><P>Not exactly the story you'd read to kids. Before I was simply know as Cinderella. You know, nasty sisters, flaky fairy-godmother, big pumpkin, glass slipper, yadda yadda yadda. What happened after my handsome Prince took me away to his castle you might ask. Well, this is part two of my life. </P><br /><P>Once my prince had found me and returned my lost glass slipper to my foot, I thought I had found pure happiness. For the next five days it was. I was wined and dined. I lived in the palace in the tallest tower. I could see green land for miles. I swear I could even hear the sea. My Prince would come and kiss me every night. I knew he wanted to make love to me but I said not until our wedding night. He just smiled and left. Then on the fifth night when I had said no to sex once again, my prince asked me to follow him downstairs to the dungeons. Being innocent and naive, I did as he asked. </P><br /><P>Little did I know my prince was a sadist, and quite an impatient one. </P><br /><P>Once I was in the dungeon he spent the next month whipping, spanking, raping and torturing me. Only a select few of his guards knew of the Prince's thirst for sadism and they also enjoyed raping and buggering me while the prince stretched and burnt my sore tortured breasts. I do not know how I survived that month. It seemed like years. </P><br /><P>Then one day the prince simply tired of me. In the dead of night I was bound, gagged and put into the back of a coach. There I travelled with three of the Prince's soldiers. For weeks we were on the road. During the day I was bound and gagged, at night I was their play-toy. The Prince had left instructions that I was to be whipped every night, fucked and buggered with the local weeds. Stinging nettle was preferred. The soldiers followed the Prince's orders to the letter. </P><br /><P>Finally we arrived at my new home. Lord Ordan, a friend of the Prince in the far South East had paid for me to become his slave. I was carried into the throne room by the soldiers and dropped heavily onto the stone floor before the Lord. I was untied and my gagged removed. The Lord looked me over for several minutes. Finally he descended from his throne and stood beside me. He took my hand and held it tightly. I watched as another man appeared. He was all in white with a funny hat. Later I found out he was the local priest. </P><br /><P>In a language I didn't understand I watched and waited. Finally the priest etched a symbol in the air between him and I, then the Lord kissed me on the lips. </P><br /><P>"You are mine now." he hissed. With a nod from the Lord two of the guards from the room took my arms and escorted me to the Lord's bedroom. My wrists were tied to a rope in the ceiling and I was suspended three feet off the ground. There with my arms aching and no one to hear my cries of pain, I waited. Six hours later the Lord finally appeared. He then ordered the guards to whip me until he was satisfied. The guards were good at following orders. I screamed with each lash. I lost count after the first thirty but I could guess it was close to a hundred. </P><br /><P>The Lord looked my tanned body up and down. He liked the red lash marks on my naked flesh. He massaged his cock beneath his clothes. </P><br /><P>"Do you know what happened before in the throne room?" he asked. I shook my head. </P><br /><P>"You and I are now married. We have a silly law over here in our land where men are not allowed to beat any women apart from the ones they own. Since you are now married to me, then I can do whatever I like to you." </P><br /><P>The Lord took a grape from his selection of fruit. "You'll find that your tongue is no use here. The language you speak is only spoken by me and a couple of teachers. I've already ordered the teachers never to speak to you. But I'm sure you'll pick up on our language as we go along." </P><br /><P>The Lord looked over to the guard and said something else. The guard then proceeded to whip me from neck to toe for the next five minutes. After I had finished screaming I felt myself being lowered. The Lord decided he must have his new wife. I fell forward onto the bed puffing and groaning. There the Lord removed his clothing and sodomised me from behind. His cock wasn't long but definitely wide and hard. He fucked me like a pig for a few minutes then cummed. Once he pulled out I was lifted back up into the air again. With cum dribbling down my leg the Lord ordered all light to be extinguished so he could sleep. </P><br /><P>Three times during the night the Lord woke up. The first time I was simply whipped for his amusement. The second time I was lowered and face-fucked. The third time the Lord allowed his honour guards to gang-rape me. He laughed as I had three cocks fucking into me at the same time. Once all his men had cummed I was suspended above the bed again. I was given twenty more lashes before the Lord fell asleep. </P><br /><P>The following morning I awoke to find no one in the room. My arms were stiff and had no feeling. My body was an artwork of lashes and pain. I was lowered a few minutes later. Two guards picked me up and lay me on the Lord's bed. Without even thinking I automatically opened my legs to allow entry ... and received a slap across my face. </P><br /><P>"None of that whore!" spoke a lady. I opened my eyes and saw two women. One scowled at me angrily. I heard the second speak to her in their language and with a huff, the first left. The second lady came forward and started to wash my body. Thankfully she spoke my language. She told me her name was Harmony and that she too had been kidnapped and married by the Lord. She was the second wife to him while I was the third. Apparently the Lord didn't know his wives could speak my tongue and instructed me never to tell him. Harmony also gave me another warning, beware of the woman who I had just met. She is the Lord's first wife. Her name was Bella ... and she was as evil as him. </P><br /><P>Once Harmony had finished cleaning my flesh and soothed some of my lash marks, her next duty was to give me food and water. I ate and drank quickly. When I was replete Harmony ordered me to follow her. My wrists were tied behind my back and the guards followed closely behind me. They leered at my naked body but no one we passed seemed to care about my condition. Harmony led the way to the Lord's Harem. When I entered I saw a simple room with a large bed in the middle and many curtains covering the walls. Harmony told me this is where we all sleep but as Bella obviously didn't like me, it would be best if I slept on the stone floor for the time-being. </P><br /><P>The guards untied my wrists and left the room. I immediately went to the window to look for escape. Apart from being nearly fifty feet from the ground, the window was barred. There was no escape. Harmony seemed to sense my disappointment. </P><br /><P>"Don't fret. You'll get use to this life. It's not all pain and humiliation." </P><br /><P>I looked mournfully into her eyes before being distracted by the door opening. A woman walked in covered in nice clothes and expensive jewels. She stopped as soon as she saw me. It was Bella. </P><br /><P>"Is this her?!" she demanded. </P><br /><P>Harmony replied for me. "Yes Bella. This is our Lord's third wife." </P><br /><P>Bella stared me up and down for a few seconds. "Keep the cunt out of my sight!" and promptly left the room. Harmony just rolled her eyes. </P><br /><P>"Why does she despise me so?" I inquired. </P><br /><P>Harmony smirked. "Because last night was the Lord and Bella's anniversary, and he preferred to whip and fuck you instead of spend anytime with her. She knows she's on the way out. Our Lord maybe a sadist but at least he respects people, even us. He has heard of many complaints about Bella and things she has said and done. He won't stand for it and if Bella isn't careful, she'll find herself without a head before too long." </P><br /><P>My head was a daze. I couldn't believe they took death and torture so easily here. Harmony found a tunic for me to wear to cover my nakedness. She brushed my hair and dressed it up a bit. When she finished she sat on the bed. I sat on the bed beside her and in that instant, lost all control. I cried for what seemed like an hour but Harmony didn't move. She held onto me and rubbed my back until I had finished. I would have stayed there longer but Bella returned with the two guards. Harmony and I stood up when she entered the room. </P><br /><P>"Right bitch!" spat Bella, "Came with me." she instructed. As usual I didn't have any choice. The guards took my arms and quickly secured my wrists. They then led me out of the room. I felt Harmony's mournful eyes on my back as I left. We walked through many corridors and passageways. I was easily lost. Finally we descended down a stone stairwell and by it's depth I felt we were under the very earth we stood on. </P><br /><P>We entered in through a large steel door into a large chamber. It was a torture chamber. Bella instructed the guards to remove my clothing and to tie me to the vertical rack. This they did easily. One took a single swipe at my tunic and tore it in two. The pieces fell to the floor. My breasts bounced from the movement and the guard eyed them off before securing me to the metal structure. Once completed the guards moved over to stand by the door. </P><br /><P>Bella came over to me and took my chin in her hand. "I don't like you little one. You caused me much humiliation yesterday." </P><br /><P>I tried to protest but Bella just backhanded me across the face. "You will listen, not talk!" </P><br /><P>Bella moved to stand beside a table. It was covered in many different tools of torture and pain. She took a long metal pin from a table and inspected it's end. She came back over to me and took hold of my left breast. </P><br /><P>"I don't give a fuck what you were before you came here. You're mine now and you'll regret it for the rest of your life." and with that said, she shoved the pin deep into breast. I screamed as it entered and screamed again when she pushed it all the way through. I moaned in pain and Bella stared deep into my eyes. </P><br /><P>"Don't cry little one, at least not until I've inflicted some real pain. My Lord won't even want to look at you when I've finished." </P><br /><P>Bella slowly withdrew the pin and twisted it on it's exit. I screamed for her pleasure and cried. Bella dropped the pin back on the table. </P><br /><P>"That's a nice start don't you think? Let's try this." and she picked up a second pin, but this one had a nasty looking hook on the end. She fiddled with it trying to decide something, once her decision had been made she bent down and took a hold of my left vagina lip and pierced it with the hook. No amount of screaming and crying persuaded her to remove it. I watched on in fear as she found another hooked pin and put it through my other vagina lip. </P><br /><P>Bella smiled and wiped away some of the spittle from my mouth. "There there child, it will be over soon." with that she reached her arm back and punched me square in the jaw. I was temporarily stunned and felt blood in my mouth. </P><br /><P>Searching the table Bella found another tool for her work. I recognised it as a pineapple. The Prince used it on me from my homeland. However Bella was a little more aware of what pain a woman could take. She heated the pineapple up by the brazier and summoned the guards. I didn't understand their orders but quickly found it was to move me onto the wooden horse. My arms and legs were tied to each of the horse's legs. This fully exposed my ass, cunt and back. The horse's back was rough and it bit into my belly and chest. My boobs hung either side, nipples fully erect. </P><br /><P>I heard more chatter in their language and one of the guards tossed a coin. He growled as he had lost the bet and the second guard started to remove all his armour and clothing. Bella ordered the clothed guard to strike my back. He chose a strange tool. It was like a large piece of black leather with a handle. When it hit me the first time I was completely winded. I didn't feel pain as such but my back certainly tingled. </P><br /><P>As my back was being slapped the naked guard took up residence behind me. He pried open my ass cheek and proceeded to bugger me. With barely enough air in my lungs, my ass being buggered and my position lying on the slim side of a thick piece of timber, I wasn't in the best condition to even scream, let alone plead for mercy. I think Bella knew this. The guard buggering me didn't last long. Bella scowled him for his quick withdrawal. She ordered him to get a large thick dildo and bugger me with it until she was ready. </P><br /><P>When the pineapple was a dull red Bella removed it from the coals with a large pair of tongs. She brought it over to me and quickly ordered the naked guard to remove the dildo. The pineapple wasn't going to fit into my asshole no matter what Bella tried. I quickly found out it wasn't my ass she was after. The guard pulled my vagina lips apart and Bella inserted the thin pineapple into my vagina passage. The heat and pain was intense but not enough to burn. With my back still being slapped I felt the guard twisting the pineapple's knob. Quickly it expanded in size and engulfed my vagina passage. Then it became uncomfortable and quickly unbearable. I screamed for release but the guard was under orders. </P><br /><P>Bella watched me scream and jerk on the wooden horse for a couple of minutes. The guards continued to slap and bugger me. However Bella was already onto her next idea. She removed a very bright red piece of coal from the fire. The guard stopped his dildo fucking of my asshole and following Bella's ordered, pried my ass cheeks apart. Bella lodged the piece of coal at the entrance of my asshole and the guard pushed my ass cheeks together. This was more pain than I had ever had to bear before. I kicked and spat to try and release the coal but to no avail. I couldn't handle it. I remember screaming for a few seconds then passing out. </P><br /><P>Cold water was used to wake me up. Once my grogginess had faded I realised I had been moved into a new position. I was on a horizontal cross. My arms tied to the crossbar. My legs were tied to a vertical V shaped structure. This again allowed full access to my cunt and ass. I looked around and saw the guards back by their posts at the door. The pineapple had been removed as well as the hooked pins from my vagina lips. </P><br /><P>Bella didn't waste anytime and started whipping at my pubic mound and vagina with a cat-o-nine-tails whip. The steel balls bounced cruelly off my tender flesh. I cried and pleaded for mercy. It was a good few minutes before Bella began to tire. She eventually dropped the whip and looked around for something to use on me. </P><br /><P>She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a pipe. She nodded to one of the guards who came over to her. She instructed him and I watched as he pushed the pipe in between my vagina lips. He tilted it slightly and held a funnel at the other end. Bella came over with a large bucket of hot steamy water. I didn't like the looks of this. Bella slowly poured the water into the funnel. It entered me with such heat and shock I nearly fainted again. I sincerely wished I did. My vagina had to deal with hot scolding water while Bella laughed. Water burned my pussy lips as it escaped from around the pipe. It dribbled down my ass cheeks singing my asshole and tender flesh. I banged my head again the cross to faint but it was no use. I screamed until my throat was hoarse. </P><br /><P>A few minutes later after I had quieten down and finished panting. Bella stood beside me. "Are we having fun yet? ... No? ... Well, let's try this." </P><br /><P>Bella took out a long piece of twine with a needle hanging from the end. She placed a seat at my ass and sat down. She pulled out one of my labia lips and pushed the needle through it. I moaned in pain. I was so tired I barely felt Bella stabbing me with the needle. After ten minutes or so she had neatly sewn my labia lips together. </P><br /><P>But she wasn't finished there. She walked over to the table laden with tools and took a large bat. It was covered in mean looking curved spikes. She rolled it along my breasts and rubbed it into my belly and nipples. It left small cuts on my torso. Bella smiled at my torment then moved to stand in between my legs. She placed the lower of the spikes at my vagina entrance and slid it down until the first spike caught the twine. I pleaded with her to stop but to no avail. She ripped the bat down harshly. I screamed anew. The pain was horrendous. She did it again and again until all of the twine had been severed. I couldn't see my genitals but I knew there must have been a lot of blood. Bella yanked out the ends of the twine to serve me more pain. She happily tore out the last piece and looped it around her finger. </P><br /><P>"I don't know about you Cin ... but I'm having so much fun!" she chuckled. Tears welled in my eyes. I wanted to die. Bella took a large knife from the table. "I think it's time we said bye bye Cin." </P><br /><P>"Hold." came a voice from the shadows. So out of place was it that even I turned my head to look. </P><br /><P>"Who dares stop me!?!" demanded Bella. "My Lord will kill you for stopping me following his orders." </P><br /><P>I inwardly groaned. In the short time I was with our Lord, even I came to recognise his voice. The Lord stepped forward from the shadow. He had a grim look upon his face. Another figure appeared beside the Lord. It was Harmony. My heart leapt. </P><br /><P>"I did not give you permission to torture anyone Bella. Harmony has informed me that you've already tortured her in the past. Now I see you doing the same to Cinderella. What say you?" </P><br /><P>As slow as Bella was, she wasn't anyone's fool. She fell to her knees to plead for her life. "Please my Lord. Forgive me." </P><br /><P>The Lord nodded to the two guards who were just as surprised to see him as Bella was. They came over and took Bella's arms and tied her down on a brick structure. She was tied face down with her arms stretch before her, and her legs stretched wide behind her. The Lord ordered Harmony to release me from my position. I thanked Harmony profusely. She held her index finger to her lips to silence me. Once was I released the guard who buggered me lifted me up and cradled me in his arms. </P><br /><P>While I was being released the other guard was whipping Bella's back and thighs. Bella's face was red from screaming. The Lord watched on for many strikes then ordered a halt. He took a taper from the table and lit it. He stood before Bella and said something which I didn't recognise. Harmony did and steadied herself. The guard took a large container. It was filled with a loose tar. He smeared it into Bella's vagina and ass area. The Lord then walked over to the side of the brick structure which I came to recognise was a fireplace. There was a faggot in the fireplace and the Lord set it ablaze. Directly below Bella's belly and genital area was a large hole. I watched as the flames eventually grew and very soon started to engulfed Bella's lower body. The tar then burst into flame. I watched on as Bella screamed and pleaded for mercy as the flames licked her body. The tar prolonged the agony to her genitals. </P><br /><P>The Lord turned to us and told us to leave. We did so quickly. Harmony told me later that Bella might or might not die. The Lord was going to remove her reason for being with him, her sex. Once the fire had destroy her outer appearance, he would then use a tiger claw (which I later found out to be a glove with knives on the finger tips) to remove her genitals and love passage. </P><br /><P>I waited with Harmony in the room. After many hours our Lord came to see is. All he said was, "What needed to be done is done." He never said anymore on about Bella, but I've heard stories and rumours later on that she survived the torture and was now a beggar on the streets. </P><br /><P>My wounds were treated and I was allowed to rest for three days. Later that week I am happily tied up sucking my husband's cock with Harmony lying on a wooden bench helping me. Our Lord loves fucking a woman when she's tied up and that is how it will remain for the rest of my days. Occasionally he whips and tortures both Harmony and I, but such is life. </P><br /><P>Everything turned out okay ... until a new girl arrived, but that is a story for another time. </P><br /><P><A href="http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/195653/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></A> </P>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-44460480278033421592012-05-26T06:39:00.001-07:002012-05-26T06:39:00.803-07:00My daughter is my sex slave Part 1First some backround: Im 6''7 dark brown hair and im very musceluar. I have a stunningly beautiful daughter who I haven't been able to see because of my ex-wife. But she had a crash in her car and now im getting my Kristy back! I drove to the airport and hugged her when she wasn't looking "Daddy!!" she cried out. She spun around and hugged me hard rubbing herself some on me. "Come on, let's go home" i said to her as we got in the car. <BR>On the way home we talked about what had happened to us since last we saw each other. I had gotten a new job as a writer and she was the head cheerleader. I told her how proud i was of her as we went inisde. She marveled at how much my home had changed. It was already close to midnight so i sent her off to bed and climbed into my own and i slept peacfully knowing i had my Kristy back. <br /><P>I woke up to a woman's moaning. *i walked around till i found Kristy on the coach 100% naked fingering herself and moaning. "KRISTY!!" She looked up and moaned again. "d-daddy i w-w-want you!" she said this in between her fingering motions. I blinked dumbly "what?" I asked unsure. "I want you to dominate me as your sex slave!" she cried out. What the fuck i thought to myself? What happened to my sweet innocent Kristy?. Her body was amazeing though, near-perfect C-cups, perfect curves, and a pussy that would make a man drool. </P><br /><P>I was hard before I knew it and she got on her knees infront of me. "I-it's so big master!" I had around two feet of cock. "Are you sure u want to be my slave Kristy? Never haveing an opinion in anything?" I asked. "Totally" she replied her face set. "Then lick my rod you wench!". She did as she was told, licking me all over her tongue running little circles all over my dick. </P><br /><P><A href="http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/48205/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></A> </P>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-68910409677235346062012-05-26T06:39:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:40:01.817-07:00Emily Goes Abroad for a SemesterThe following story is done as a series of emails. The participants are:<br /><P></P>Peter Larson – a middle aged man living in the US. He is married to Julie and has two children, Sarah 17, and Lori 16.Emily – a college student from the UK who comes to stay with the Larsons while she does a semester in the US. She is engaged to be married. Pastor Andrew – Emily’s pastor at her church in the UKAunt Rachel – Emily’s aunt in the UKPastor James – The Larson’s pastor in the USFirst, from Pastor Andrew to Peter:<br /><P></P>Dear Peter</EM><br /><P></P>Finally we're there, and I'm sure Emily will have a wonderful experience while she stays with you, and I can also assure you that both her father and her husband to be are happy to leave the arrangements in our hands. Once more therefore, let's reiterate.</EM><br /><P></P>DISCIPLINE</EM><br /><P></P>Emily's discipline is handed entirely over to you, and you have the rights and duties that any disciplinarian has. She accepts that she will submit to whatever discipline you decide to impose as well as she is able. She is a lovely girl, but is used to very firm discipline and you agree to impose that discipline in the form of corporal punishment very regularly. </EM><br /><P></P>It is worth noting that like all girls who wish to be good submissive wives to loving Christian husbands, this is a time in her life when discipline needs stepping up in both regularity and intensity, both emotionally and physically. She is used to hard spankings, and severe punishment with a tawse on occasion, please do not underdo her spankings. She is also used to bare bottom spankings, and has often had to strip topless or naked as part of her spankings too. She has also been spanked in front of me and my wife, and family members including aunts and uncles.</EM><br /><P></P>TRAINING FOR MARRIAGE</EM><br /><P></P>Emily and her husband to be have been very open and honest about their emotional and sexual experiences together. They are both virgins, though their petting has gone as far as partial nudity, him fondling her bare breasts and using his fingers to enter her vagina a little and play with her clitoris. He has not yet induced an orgasm in her. Emily has, however, masturbated since she was a teenager and has had orgasms often, and her fingers have been used on her clitoris, labia and in her vagina, and anus. Interestingly, when she masturbates she usually thinks about being spanked, often by an older authority figure or her father. She has masturbated him to orgasm, and in her words 'kissed his thing' but not pleasured him properly using her mouth, breasts, or crack of her bottom; he has not properly worked her clitoris properly to bring about orgasm, she has not learned to submit nicely to fingers working hard in her bottom. She has not yet submitted her bottom to any form of penetration. </EM><br /><P></P>She is however, used to sexual activity in her life short of full vaginal sex and it is my belief she will still need the emotional and physical release that brings. It would also do her good to learn, from a loving wife and husband, as much as possible about men and how to submit to them and pleasure them.</EM><br /><P></P>Of course, she has much to learn, but I believe she is a naturally submissive girl and will learn well in the hands of a kind, loving authority figure such as you, as long as your discipline of her is regular and very firm, and any marriage preparation comes in the context of corporal punishment (ie before, during or after a spanking).</EM><br /><P></P>Therefore, I entrust you, with your wife's help, with the task of preparing her properly for marriage, with the obvious limitation that she will remain a virgin, defined by her not having penetrative sex with a penis in her vagina. I would hope that when she returns to marry she will know how to submit as a good submissive wife when she marries shortly after.</EM><br /><P></P>Lastly, both you and her have kindly agreed to email me (separately), detailed accounts of the discipline and training you undertake.</EM><br /><P></P>Thanks, once again, for agreeing to this loving and important task.</EM><br /><P></P>Yours, Pastor Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Peter responds:<br /><P></P>Dear Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P> After all the preparations it was nice to finally have Emily here with us. She arrived on schedule two weeks ago and she has gotten settled both into our home and into the university. My wife and I have been looking forward to this and will do all we can to follow the guidance you provided. As you know we are I total agreement with the discipline and training you have outlined. Our oldest daughter is 17 now and our hope is that Emily’s father may provide some similar assistance when she is older. Let me get you up to date on what has transpired since Emily’s arrival.</EM><br /><P></P> First let me say that Emily is really a delightful young woman and has quickly become a part of our family. The girls took to her right away and still seem to delight in her British accent. For the most part she has been well behaved but a few incidents have led to some correction and punishment. Let me add that I have spoken to her advisor at the university who has agreed to share with me any problems that might arise there. </EM><br /><P></P> Emily arrived midday on a Friday and my wife and I met her at the airport as the girls were in school. Things had gone smoothly on the flight over but I was concerned when I saw Emily speak rudely to an airline worker when she thought one of her bags had been misplaced. We straightened out the misunderstanding but I felt I could not let the behavior go unaddressed. When we got to our home I told her I was disappointed and decided to spank her right then in our family room. I felt it was important to set the right tone from the start. </EM><br /><P></P> With my wife in attendance I took her over my knee, lifted her skirt, lowered her knickers and gave her a sound hand spanking. I’m sure she was mortified and she protested quite strongly but I know it did her good. It was strictly discipline and there was no sexual aspect to it other than my wife and I getting a good look at her ample, yet still lovely, bum. </EM><br /><P></P> Things proceeded smoothly for the next couple of days until we left Emily with the girls while my wife and I attended a dinner engagement with a business contact. We had set up some dinner for them at home before we left but were surprised to see that the cleanup had not been completed when we arrived home. Recognizing the error, the girls quickly finished the work and then assembled together in the family room. I wanted them know there would be no special treatment so I told all of them to strip completely for a spanking. There was a lot of complaining but all complied. It was a bit funny to see the three of them naked together, nervous and embarrassed, but curious about each other too. </EM><br /><P></P> I gave each a spanking in turn and instructed my girls to stand in the corner as is our custom after a spanking. Instructing my wife that they could dress after fifteen minutes I took Emily to her room to finish her punishment and begin her training. Standing naked before me I told her, that as the oldest, I held her the most responsible and proceeded to give her some additional spanking with a hairbrush as she bent over the edge of the bed. She was quite upset and her bottom was very red. I gave her a hug to comfort her and told her that her punishments would also involve some training. </EM><br /><P></P> Pastor, I’m sure you know how attractive young Emily is and you can understand how seeing her naked, spanking her, and then holding her naked body against me would naturally lead to my arousal. I had he kneel in front of me while I undid my trousers and took my erection out. She was nervous and uncomfortable but with my encouragement and direction proceeded to first stroke me with her hand and then take me into her mouth. She did well considering her inexperience and I soon found myself coming on her very beautiful breasts. </EM><br /><P></P> Knowing that spankings can also be arousing to her, I had her lay on the bed after and took the opportunity to touch and caress her labia, vagina, and clitoris. I find her to be very sexy and loved the full, dark bush she has. My touching caused her great embarrassment at first but she did relax a bit and begin to enjoy the sensation of my fingers on her. I was not able to bring her to orgasm but I am sure she was able to do that after I left her alone. I think she has a very strong sex drive and with proper training will be able to give much pleasure to her future husband. </EM><br /><P></P> There is just one more incident I want to share with you. Two days ago I got a call from her advisor at school who said she was doing well but had missed one assignment in a class. I told her I would deal with it and asked Emily about it when she returned home. She tried to give me an excuse but finally admitted she had forgotten to do it. Again, wanting to make sure these things were dealt with promptly, I took her to her room, this time alone. </EM><br /><P></P> Telling her she needed to show more maturity and responsibility, I undressed her myself which was very humiliating for her and I’m sure made her feel like a little girl. I instructed her to get on all fours for her spanking. She presented quite a picture in that position with her breasts hanging down and all of her “charms” fully on display for me. I spanked her hard, first by hand, and then with a belt. Her bum showed the effects and she was crying almost uncontrollably when I stopped. I got her onto the bed but kept her in the all fours position. Once again I began to caress her clitoris and vagina which were wet from her arousal. She responded to my touch and not long after I pushed a finger into her tight anus her body shook with orgasm. I was happy to bring her the relief. Keeping her on all fours I rubbed my erection against her anus between the cheeks of her bum. I was pleased when she moved her bum against me in rhythm with my movements until I came. </EM><br /><P></P> All in all I am pleased with the first couple of weeks and feel this will be an interesting and successful training session for her. There is much work to do and I do want my wife to begin to share what she has learned in our happy marriage. If you have any questions or feedback, please let me know. </EM><br /><P></P>Yours, Peter</EM><br /><P></P>Emily writes to Pastor Andrew:<br /><P></P>Dear Pastor Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Its been great here and the Larson's are really nice and have all made me so welcome. I really like the girls and Mr and Mrs Larson have been very kind. I rally like the area and college is good.</EM><br /><P></P>Since my last email its only been a a few days, but on Sunday afternoon, Mr Larson asked me to go to my room and wait. In a little while he came in. and asked me a couple of questions about the sermon. Sorry, I couldn't remember either. He made me stand in front of him and he lifted my dress off, then he put his hand down my bra and pulled each breast out; then he pinched my nipples, it hurt. he then pulled me across his knee, pulled my knickers down and he spanked me, quite hard. He put his fingers in my bottom, and told me to offer it up; he moved them, it hurt, in a way. He kept doing it though. why?</EM><br /><P></P>Mrs Larson came in. She asked if I'd done well, he said good so far; she asked whether I wanted to say thank you.</EM><br /><P></P>Sorry, have to go, she's calling me!</EM><br /><P></P>Emily</EM><br /><P></P>A short note from Pastor Andrew to Peter:<br /><P></P>Dear Peter</EM><br /><P></P>I'm glad Emily's settling in. I applaud what you are doing, don't be afraid to be firm. I love the way she is getting to know your girls.</EM><br /><P></P>She feels you were a bit harsh with her first spanking, I would challenge her on that. She will, I promise you, train well.</EM><br /><P></P>Great to hear</EM><br /><P></P>Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Peter responds:<br /><P></P>Dear Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P>I appreciate your correspondence and recommendations. Emily is a very interesting girl. I do think at heart she is submissive and will ultimately prove to be a wonderful wife to her fiancé. However, she can be stubborn at times and tries to express her independence by not doing everything she should. Let me highlight a few recent events.</EM><br /><P></P>I found Emily asleep in her bed one night. It was late and I had noticed her light was still on and thought she might have fallen asleep studying. To my surprise I found her asleep with her night gown hiked up, no knickers, and her legs spread. It was obvious she had been masturbating. I spoke with her and since that night I am requiring her to get my permission before masturbating. My objective is to reinforce her submissive tendencies and for her to realize that as a loving Christian wife the sexual needs of her husband must be met first and he will have some control over her sexual needs. I do think masturbation is a natural and healthy outlet for our sexual urges and we have let our daughters know it is acceptable but I believe this will help Emily in her training. </EM><br /><P></P>Unfortunately Emily was resistant to this new requirement and I found her two days later touching herself in the shower without my permission. I was quite angry and took her naked and still wet into my bedroom where I positioned her on all fours on the floor. She was chilled from being wet but I waited a good time before beginning the punishment. I spanked her quite severely with a hairbrush and then a tawse which I had not used before. The tawse left some very ugly and I am sure painful welts on her bum. I think the punishment not only caused great pain but really broke her spirit. She looked totally defeated after and I noticed her sitting very gingerly for days. </EM><br /><P></P>My wife, Julie, made some errors in our home finances and I decided she needed to be punished. Thinking this could demonstrate to Emily how a good wife submits and accepts punishment I brought her in to observe. Emily sat in a chair in our bedroom as Julie stood before me and told me her errors, how sorry she was, and how she deserved to be punished. She then undressed completely, handed me the hairbrush, and took her position on the bed. I spanked her firmly and her bottom showed the effects. Julie did her best to control herself but she did cry. When I finished the spanking I asked her what else she deserved and she offered me her bum for my pleasure. </EM><br /><P></P>With Emily still sitting and observing I undressed. I was aroused from the spanking and after applying a little lubrication to Julie’s bum hole I got behind her and pushed myself in. For Julie this really is an act of submission and I think she was happy to show Emily how a wife submits. I gave it to her with some vigor and enthusiastically ejaculated in her beautifully tight ass. I could tell Emily was aroused from watching so I cleaned up quickly and led her to her room. I explained that I and her future husband would be expecting similar things from her. </EM><br /><P></P>I put my hand under her dress and could feel that her panties had become damp from her excitement. I asked if she wanted to masturbate and she nodded yes. I instructed her to undress which she did. I pinched her hardened nipples and rubbed her between her legs and then told her to lie on the bed and finish. She hesitated but I could see she wanted to relive herself. I watched as she lay on her back fingering her vagina and anus and rubbing her sensitive clitoris until she reached her climax. </EM><br /><P></P>A couple of days later I was home with Emily and my oldest daughter Sarah. Julie had taken Lori shopping. Sarah had done a series of small things I was unhappy with and decided to spank her. Again I felt it would be a learning experience for Emily so I had her observe. Sarah came into the family room and undressed while I lectured her and explained what I expected in the future from her. Sarah is 17 and a pretty girl. She has dark hair, brown eyes, and is slender with small breasts. I spanked her by hand across my lap and then had her stand in the corner naked at the far end of the room facing the wall. </EM><br /><P></P>Whether it was the spanking or that Emily was watching I’m not sure but I was again aroused after the spanking. I brought Emily over to the chair I was sitting in and as she kneeled in front of me I took my erection out and told her to take it in her mouth. She glanced at Sarah but I said she will not look and Emily proceeded to do her best to give me oral pleasures. I held her head on me as I came and forced Emily to take it in her mouth. She did her best but clearly will need some more practice with that. </EM><br /><P></P>I look forward to any comments or advice you have.</EM><br /><P></P>Yours, Peter</EM><br /><P></P>Then Emily gets a surprise email from Sarah: <br /><P></P>Emily,</EM><br /><P></P>I am so happy you are staying with us. I feel like you are a big sister to Lori and me. I wanted to ask you something but was kind of embarrassed so I thought this could be easier. I am always embarrassed to be spanked but it was easier with you watching the other day. Dad didn’t spank too hard and maybe it was because you were there. I know what you did for dad while I was in the corner. I didn’t look but I knew what was happening. I know spanking can make Dad get an erection. It has happened before. What I wanted to ask was if you ever get excited when you are spanked. It is kind of hard to admit but it happens to me a lot. The other day I wanted to touch myself as I stood in the corner and listened to you. I think Lori gets these feelings too. Maybe we can talk sometime. Thanks.</EM><br /><P></P>Sarah</EM><br /><P></P>Another note from Pastor Andrew:<br /><P></P>Dear Peter</EM><br /><P></P>I'm pleased to hear you are all getting on well, and thanks for everything you are doing for young Emily. I wholly agree with your approach and I am sure her husband will reap a fine harvest in turn. I have often found that young ladies in her situation can learn a great deal from a loving husband and wife. I also agree that when she is stubborn or tries to be independent you must punish her, severely if need be. I know her father has always said she is a girl that needs regular spankings. I also feel it would help her if you further test her willingness to submit.</EM><br /><P></P>Yours</EM><br /><P></P>Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Emily writes to her Aunt Rachel:<br /><P></P>Dear Aunt Rach</EM><br /><P></P>I'm still enjoying myself here, and getting on great with them all; well, when I'm not being spanked (you're right though, I have deserved them). The thing is though, Mr Larson is starting to expect more and more of me. I told you how he made me suck him after he'd spanked his daughter. Mrs W said to me the next day that he thought I have a lot to learn about doing that. He also seems to like my boobs a lot, and he is quite often uncovering them and fondling them. Sometimes I have to even stay bare up there, even when the girls are at home. He also visits me in my room sometimes, and feels my boobs or my bottom.</EM><br /><P></P>This morning, after breakfast he came into the kitchen and made me take off my top and bra. He then spent ages fondling them, pinching them and kissing them. Suddenly he then bent me over the table. He flipped up my skirt, gave me two sharp smacks across my knickers and then told me to kneel. he pointed to his trousers and I had go get his thing and out take it in my mouth. Mrs W then came in and said it made a lovely sight, and she then started telling me what to do to do it better. She said I was doing well, but when he finished I couldn't keep it in and she said that was naughty. I was then put over the table again, this time he pulled my knickers down and he spanked me. I don't think that was fair, and the girls saw me in the corner after.</EM><br /><P></P>She said next time I musn't spill any, but she'll teach me more about how to do it nicely. </EM><br /><P></P>Sorry must run now.</EM><br /><P></P>Emily</EM><br /><P></P>Aunt Rachel responds:<br /><P></P>Dear Emily</EM><br /><P></P>Glad its going well but you are a silly girl sometimes. Of course he's going to be baring your boobs, men love doing that, and when you're married you'll do it a lot. And you must learn to swallow. And you must not play with yourself unless he lets you. If you want pleasure, try and tempt him to give it to you; many men like to use their fingers after spanking a girl; arch your bottom nicely, show him, he may take the hint.</EM><br /><P></P>Learning to suck a man off nicely is a key to keeping a husband happy. They are right to expect you to do it properly, and practice often, and very right to punish you harshly if you don't improve. </EM><br /><P></P>You are a very lucky girl</EM><br /><P></P>Rach</EM><br /><P></P>Peter writes to Pastor Andrew:<br /><P></P>My Good Pastor,</EM><br /><P></P>I do appreciate your support and feel things are going well here. This has been a lot to take on and it has had an effect on the whole household but I know it is the right thing to do. Emily is learning slowly and this may take much of the school year to get her to where we want her. She is a lovely young thing and I must say I am quite taken with her large breasts. My wife has is a pretty woman and has lovely breasts but not the size of Emily’s. After spanking her once a few days ago I put my erection between them and showed her how she could push them together to satisfy a man. I’m sure her future husband will get much enjoyment from that. </EM><br /><P></P>I have tried to focus on a few things recently. First, I have given her regular and sometimes quite severe spankings. I can see she needs this regular attention and the spankings are a reminder of her need to submit to me and to fulfill the obligations she has. I spank her both in private and in front of either my wife or the rest of the family. The severe spankings have been done in private and I have used the hairbrush, belt, and tawse. I know that she has a habit of masturbating after many of her punishments so I generally make her wait to reinforce her submission and my control. I fund that this heightens her need for a release and makes her respond more readily to my touch. As I remember she had not achieved orgasm from her fiancé’s touch and I wanted to correct this and make her more responsive to a man’s caresses. </EM><br /><P></P>One evening I spanked her in our bedroom with Julie watching. I left Emily naked on the chair with instructions not to touch herself and proceeded to have sex with Julie in front of her. It both showed her what a good wife does for her man and forced her to delay her own satisfaction. After Julie and I had finished, I had Emily lie on the bed and told her I wanted to bring her to orgasm much like her husband would do for her. I found that she was very wet with excitement and I touched, caressed, and then licked her until she experienced a strong and surprisingly long orgasm. Julie sat with her, giving her encouragement and even fondled her breasts and nipples as I brought about her climax.</EM><br /><P></P>The other thing we have worked on is her ability to satisfy a man properly with her mouth. This is, of course, a fundamental skill in any marriage. She is doing better and Julie has been a big help showing her all of her little tricks to provide me pleasure and how to swallow a man’s ejaculation. I have added a punishment if it is not completed without missing some. I know at some point we will have to begin working on anal penetration. She has used her own fingers there and I have done a little with my fingers during some spankings. She has a nice tight butt and I will enjoy taking her that way. I do have a butt plug I am considering to use to help her get used to something larger than her fingers. </EM><br /><P></P>As might be expected, it has been impossible to keep all of this away from my girls. We told them about Emily’s stay with us and they have some knowledge about what we want to accomplish while she is here. Lori has been busy with school and her soccer team so she has not seen too much but Sarah has been home for things more often. She is a smart girl, sees a lot, and I’m sure has a pretty good idea of what has been happening. I think in some ways this is good as I want both Sarah and Lori to be loving and submissive wives when they are older too. I believe Emily is talking to Sarah but I do not know how much she has shared.</EM><br /><P></P> Interestingly I had to spank Sarah a few days ago. It was not serious, just a hand spanking which I did privately in her room before bed. After spanking, I gave her a short corner time and then sat on the bed and held her to reassure her. Both Sarah and Lori like the hugs and cuddling that normally follow a spanking and it is a time we can usually talk about anything. We talked a little about Emily and then Sarah asked if it was normal to have feelings after being spanked. I asked what kind of feelings and she kind of hesitated so I asked if she had sexual feelings and she admitted she did. I told her many girls do and asked if she masturbated after being spanked. Again she hesitated but admitted she did. I told this was normal too. She seemed a bit relieved. As I left her I asked if she was going to masturbate and she just smiled and I said I would leave her alone. </EM><br /><P></P>Let me know if you have any feedback on what we are doing. I hope all is well there. </EM><br /><P></P>Yours,</EM><br /><P></P>Peter </EM><br /><P></P>The Pastor responds:<br /><P></P>Dear Peter</EM><br /><P></P>I'm delighted to see things are going so well, and I so appreciate the commitment you have taken on. I have faith that you and your family will all benefit a great deal. I'm so glad your wife is getting involved too.</EM><br /><P></P>It seems to me you have exactly the right approach, and I wholeheartedly agree that regular and sometimes severe spankings should be at it heart. Emily is used to being spanked well, and it is at the heart of opening up her womanly submission. She cane be stubborn, and that must be well punished.</EM><br /><P></P>I know you will know the right time to begin the next stage, and how to accomplish that. My wife makes one suggestion, you can also help Emily by small acts of submission: baring her bosom, for example, for a short while (and you are right, she has lovely breasts).</EM><br /><P></P>I know Emily well, I'm sure she won't tell your daughter too much, nor make her afraid, but I believe her example will help your daughters too.</EM><br /><P></P>God be with you all in this important task</EM><br /><P></P>Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Peter writes again to Pastor Andrew:<br /><P></P>Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P>Thanks again for the kind words. I have become familiar with Emily’s stubborn streak. At heart, I do believe she is a true submissive and does feel comfortable in that role. But there is a part of her that still resists. My hand and hairbrush have become quite familiar with her bum. It seems that the effects of one spanking have barely had time to fade before I am adding some new ones. However, I might add that Emily has very healthy sexual desires that also seem to need regular attention. Knowing she may not be able to masturbate after a spanking, she sometimes will try to get my attention by positioning herself to expose her beautiful private areas. I’m sure you know the effect a young woman can have on men like us and I admit sometimes I give in to the temptation and will fondle and caress her to give her the orgasm she needs. It is very enjoyable to see her climax and I have her take me in her mouth after. Her oral skills are improving and she seems to take some pride in the pleasure she gives me and her ability to completely swallow my orgasm. </EM><br /><P></P>I have been pleased that Julie has been able to play an integral role in this process. She seems to be as determined as I am to teach Emily and I do enjoy seeing the two of them together. I think Julie also takes some pride in the progress Emily has made in oral sex and feels some of that is due to her tutoring. Most recently she has been introducing Emily to the butt plug to get her used to anal penetration. Julie feels that all wives should be willing to make their bottoms available to their husbands when they desire it and wants Emily to be comfortable with this. I’m sure her future husband will be appreciative. I’ve let Julie use the butt plug on Emily a few times after I have spanked her. She still shows some apprehension about it but I think Emily really does like anal stimulation. The last time Emily seemed to relax a bit and Julie even helped to masturbate her to a climax. </EM><br /><P></P>Your wife’s advice on using little things to make Emily submit is a good one. We have been making her bare her breasts quite regularly even when our girls are around. I like to give them a quick feel or pinch her nipples. It is a good lesson for all of them about Emily’s place here although we still have a few things to work out. In our family a nice Sunday dinner is still a tradition we try to maintain. Julie and I enjoy wine with these dinners and usually let the girls have a glass too. Last Sunday we had a nice dinner and some wine. I guess we were not paying a lot of attention and Emily apparently drank more than her share. With her inhibitions loosened she proceeded to remove her blouse and bra on her own saying she thought it was her place to do so. I may have been able to excuse this but she then encouraged Sarah and Lori to do the same who I guess in the spirit of solidarity removed their tops and bras too. </EM><br /><P></P>It was amusing at first and I did enjoy the display of the three girls but I realized I had to do something when Emily began to take her skirt off. I led all three into the family room and decided they all needed to be spanked. All three undressed completely and I spanked in turn from youngest to oldest with the others watching. I took some time lecturing Emily on the importance of taking her training seriously and gave her a more severe spanking than the other two. I did not fondle her but, once again, with my girls doing their cornertime I had her take me in her mouth and then required her to remain naked for the rest of the evening. </EM><br /><P></P>As always, I value your input and sharing anything you hear from Emily. Are you keeping her father and fiancé up to date on our progress?</EM><br /><P></P>Peter</EM><br /><P></P>Emily writes to Pastor Andrew:<br /><P></P>Dear Pastor Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Life is very busy here, college is going great and I am happy here. Mr W keeps me very busy in other ways too. he certainly believes in plenty of spankings, and has lots of energy in other areas too!</EM><br /><P></P>Take this week. On Monday, he said I'd been a bit abrupt, and he took me up to my room. There he undressed me, took me over his knee and spanked me with his hand, quite hard, before making me kneel and say thank you. On Tuesday he spanked his youngest girl in the living room with her nightie up. When her sister went to bed and she was in the corner her took my top and bra off, fondled me, and then had me give him my mouth again. On Wednesday I came home early to find Mrs W stood naked in the corner. He told me to take off my top and bra, and watch. He had her bend over, legs apart, and he gave her a beating with his belt before making her lie on the table on her back, legs open. He then took her lying there in all three places, before finishing over her belly. That night he came into my room and turned me on my tummy , lifted my nightie back and smacked me a few times. Then he used his fingers to make me happy. </EM><br /><P></P>On Thursday, when he came home he came straight into my room and stripped me to my waist, slapping my boobs a few times, then he made me kneel. I had just got to work, when Sarah burst in to chat without knocking. She went straight out again, but he pulled away, removed his trousers and went and fetched her. He stripped her and spanked with his hairbrush, while I watched. He felt all over her bottom for a minute of two before telling her to stand and face the wall. He had me do my job, but pulled out and finished over my boobs. When he had put it away, he told her to turn around and she could see his stuff on me.</EM><br /><P></P>And then, this morning, he came into my room, pulled my covers away and lifted my nightie off. He used his fingers until I was happy. He then turned me over, slapped me a few times and put his fingers in my bottom as far as he could. Mrs W came in.</EM><br /><P></P>"About ready." He said.</EM><br /><P></P>As they left I heard her say I'm sure you'll soon get a chance, dear, she's bound to need a good whipping and then, I think you should then...</EM><br /><P></P>I'm uneasy, but curious.</EM><br /><P></P>Love Em</EM><br /><P></P>Aunt Rachel write to Emily<br /><P></P>My dear Emily</EM><br /><P></P>You can be a silly girl sometimes! Mr W has been given permission by you, and your pastor, and his wife to take his pleasures from you in pretty much anyway he wants, bar one, of course he's going to. And there's nothing wrong with you finding it all strange. Of course its scary sometimes, of course its often painful and even humiliating in a way, but it's also entirely natural for you to feel excitement sometimes, as well as a growing love and trust too.</EM><br /><P></P>Of course you can offer to do things for him, but he has every right to punish you if he feels you have got it wrong. That way you'll learn!</EM><br /><P></P>And yes, it seems to me he is looking to, when he feels it right, to take that last step.</EM><br /><P></P>Hugs</EM><br /><P></P>Aunt Rach</EM><br /><P></P>Peter writes to Pastor Andrew:<br /><P></P>My good Pastor,</EM><br /><P></P>We have been busy here and I am sorry it took me some time to get back to you. It is becoming more and more comfortable to have Emily in our home and she has really become one of the family. I think she is making very good progress. As you know she came to us with strong submissive tendencies and we have just been building on that, trying to limit some of her stubbornness, and teaching her the things she needs. Her ability and her willingness to satisfy me orally have both improved markedly. I think she understands how important this is to a successful marriage and feels some pride in her ability now. She knows it is her place to do this for me when I ask and I think she gets some enjoyment out of it too. As I am sure you know some women have difficulty with the swallowing aspect of it but this seems to be no trouble for Emily. </EM><br /><P></P>Emily has also adjusted to not masturbating and relying on me for her sexual release. There is no doubt that she is a very sexual girl and I try to make sure she is taken care of in that area as much as I can. She now readily responds to my touch and I enjoy bringing her to a climax. Even though I’m sure she is still a little inhibited with me she can have very enthusiastic orgasms and is always thankful after. Withholding masturbation does seem to be an effective reinforcement of her discipline and submission. I had to spend a night in New York on business and Emily called me late in the evening asking if she could masturbate. Giving her permission, I kept her on the phone and she described her actions as she gave herself pleasure. As I said she has a very strong and healthy sexuality. </EM><br /><P></P>I have mentioned this before but the education of Emily has also led to the furthering of Sarah and Lori’s education too. It is pretty much unavoidable with everyone in the same house. For example, several days ago Sarah walked in on us while Emily had me in her mouth. I wasn’t so upset that she saw us in that position but that she did not knock first. I stopped what we were doing, brought Sarah in, stripped her, and gave her a spanking. Many times after a spanking I will rub the girl’s bottoms to comfort them. As I did this to Sarah and she began to relax I moved my hand lower and found that she was wet with sexual excitement. I know that many girls, including Emily, respond this way to a spanking. </EM><br /><P></P>I put Sarah in the corner and let Emily continue with the oral sex she had started. She was topless and rather than letting her swallow I finished on her breasts. I told Sarah to look and she saw the result on Emily. I then sent her to her room. When I left Emily’s room, I slowly opened Sarah’s door and found her still naked, face down on her bed with her fingers between her legs. She was fully occupied with her masturbation and unaware of my presence. I continued to watch until her body shuddered with orgasm. </EM><br /><P></P>A few days later I had to spank both girls and again had Emily watch. I lectured while they undressed and I took both girls across my lap. Sarah was first and after spanking I rubbed her bottom and then once again found that she was sexually aroused. Lori followed and after rubbing her bottom I found that she showed signs of wetness too. Since I knew they were both aware of what Emily was doing for me after their spankings I let then watch while Emily pleasured me orally and then sent them to their rooms. </EM><br /><P></P>Our pastor here is a wonderful man named James. He is in his late 30’s, married with two young boys, and has been in our church for about five years now. I have gotten to know him quite well through the men’s group in the church and the golf league. Emily has been receiving some more traditional pre-marriage counseling from James and the two have become good friends. I have confided in James about the arrangement we have with Emily. He was very supportive and he has offered his help if we need it. I mention this because as a fellow pastor I would value your judgment about this.</EM><br /><P></P>My last bit of news occurred yesterday evening. We had scheduled a dinner with some friends to introduce them to Emily. She had a meeting with a study group at school and ended up getting home late. This caused us some embarrassment and delayed the dinner. After the guests had left Julie and I took Emily to her room to deal with her tardiness. I admit I was upset with her behavior. I undressed her myself and put her on the bed on all fours. I spanked her quite hard with a hairbrush and belt. At this point she was crying and saying she was so sorry. Leaving her on all fours I told Julie it was time and she applied some lubricant and fingered Emily’s bum hole while I undressed. Emily was saying no, no as I pressed my hardness against her butt. I paused a few seconds before Julie told me to give it to her and I pushed myself fully inside her. </EM><br /><P></P>For a woman to give herself to a man this way is really an act of total submission. With all the work we had done I don’t think I caused her very much physical discomfort but I knew I was affecting her in other ways. I think part of her hated me and part of her had wanted this for some time. She was never really able to relax but that will come with time. I gave it to her pretty good and finished inside her. Julie held her after and comforted her. More and more this will become a part of our discipline and training. I will admit I got great pleasure from taking her this way and I’m sure her future husband will enjoy it also. </EM><br /><P></P>Peter</EM><br /><P></P>The Pastor responds:<br /><P></P>My Dear Peter</EM><br /><P></P>Thanks for telling me so much and it seems to me you are doing a fine job. It seems to me Emily's coming along very nicely.</EM><br /><P></P>I often assume a similar position as your pastor with young ladies before marriage. Some men in your position want to keep the whole business to themselves, some want me to play a role. I spank quite a few of them. I often use a lexan paddle, which has the great advantage of being hard but leaving no marks, thus enabling their guardian to spank them as much as they feel is right; many pastors nowadays use them for that reason. I do think it would be good for Emily to experience being disciplined in the presence of boys, often younger teenagers who would never be likely to marry a girl that age can be ideal. I have quite often had girls live in with us too. Of course, some things should be your alone, but some guardians have been happy for their girls to say thank you when I discipline them, using their hands (an important skill to learn). Perhaps your pastor could get in touch and we can talk about it.</EM><br /><P></P>Meanwhile, keep up the good work and give young Emily a big hug from me.</EM><br /><P></P>Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>Emily writes to her aunt:<br /><P></P>Dear Auntie Rach</EM><br /><P></P>He finally did what you said he would, and it was horrible. It hurt a lot, it was humiliating, and he'd already beat me hard too. I hate him and I want to go home. Why would he do something like that to a girl? It's not right.</EM><br /><P></P>More later</EM><br /><P></P>Emily</EM><br /><P></P>And Aunt Rachel responds:<br /><P></P>Ahhhh My Dear Emily</EM><br /><P></P>You can be a silly girl sometimes. You knew this was coming, and you knew it wouldn't be nice. He wants you to submit totally, and its very nice for him too. Just go with the flow, and see what happens. It does get easier.</EM><br /><P></P>Rach</EM><br /><P></P>Emily writes back:<br /><P></P>Dear Auntie Rach</EM><br /><P></P>You were right, he came into see me and cuddled me, before doing very nice things with his fingers and then holding my naked body nicely for a long time. He was very nice to me today too.</EM><br /><P></P>More soon,</EM><br /><P></P>Em</EM><br /><P></P>Now, an email from Pastor James:<br /><P></P>Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P>I appreciate your resent correspondence regarding Emily, who is staying with one of the families in my parish. I have also spoken with Peter and his wife about Emily and have agreed to become more involved in her discipline and preparations for marriage. This apparently comes at an opportune time as Peter is doing some traveling for work. Emily is a lovely young woman and I have enjoyed getting to know her in our pre-marriage counseling sessions. Like you, I often play an active role in these situations and I think Peter and I have worked out the details of how I will be contributing with Emily. </EM><br /><P></P>Emily came to me last week for our session totally unprepared. I had given her a worksheet to complete and she claimed that she had too much school work to get it done. I was very stern with her and explained the importance of what I was doing and how she needed to give it her full attention. I then told her that a spanking was required to emphasize the point. She immediately protested but I assured her that any resistance would only make matters worse. I can see the independent streak that both you and Peter have talked about. It is important to get that as much under control as we can prior to her marriage. </EM><br /><P></P>I had to chuckle when you mentioned the lexan paddle because I have used one for several years now. Emily was in a skirt so I had her stand before me, lift the skirt, and lower her knickers to her ankles. I was pleasantly surprised by her dark and quite abundant pubic hair. So many young women I spank these days seem to either trim or completely shave and I do much prefer the natural look. I took her across my lap and gave her a sound punishment with the paddle. I know she was both embarrassed and in some discomfort when I finished. As she once again stood before me after the spanking I asked if she was thankful for the spanking. Emily quietly said yes and I told her I expected her to show her gratitude when I punished her. </EM><br /><P></P>I could immediately see Peter has been training her well because I think she was prepared to take me orally as she knelt down before me. I stood her up, unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra to see and feel her breasts before instructing her to use her hands on me which she did quite well. </EM><br /><P></P>Prior to the next session I got a call from Peter who informed me that Emily had been late with a school assignment and he asked me to discipline her for it. My sessions with her have to work around her school schedule and this day I was meeting her in the late afternoon. She arrived as I was finishing up with the junior youth group comprised of about six 16 year old boys. I sent them into the recreation hall so that I could speak with Emily. She gave me some backtalk and I realized I needed to make a bigger impression on her with my punishments. </EM><br /><P></P>I got the lexan paddle out and as she stood before me I instructed her to strip completely. Again she started to protest and I said I was in no mood for it. When she gave me a response under her breath I told her to stand still and called the boys into my office. I wanted them to observe thinking that this would not only increase her embarrassment but also give the boys a good example how a proper punishment is done. Emily realized she had pushed me too far as she slowly undressed before me and the boys. Once she was nude, I bent her over a chair in fill view of the boys and spanked her with the paddle. The boys got quite a show. I’m sure several of them had never seen a girl her age naked and I think they were all sporting erections by the end of the punishment. I’m sure you remember how it is to be that age. </EM><br /><P></P>After letting the boys go, I remembered Peter’s comment about Emily getting excited by her discipline and, as she was still bent over, I reached between her legs and found that she was indeed very aroused. I asked if she wanted relief and when she nodded I fondled her until she orgasmed and she then used her hands to thank me. I had to wonder if the presence of the boys made the punishment worse or better for her. Part of me thinks she enjoyed being exposed in front of them knowing she was arousing them. </EM><br /><P></P>Peter’s older daughter Sarah is preparing for her confirmation this year and I have been spending some time with her also. She is comfortable with me and I think it helps her to talk about some of the things that she has observed and experienced since Emily arrived. The other day she stopped in after school and I could see some concern on her face. We sat and after talking about school and some other things I asked what was troubling her. It turns out she was feeling some guilt about the sexual feelings she was experiencing during her spanking sessions. </EM><br /><P></P>Sarah shared with me that being spanked had been causing her arousal for some time and that she frequently masturbated after. I think that for her it is a combination of the act of undressing for her father, submitting to his punishment, and the close physical contact that leads to her arousal. She went on to say that the feelings have intensified since Emily’s arrival. This seems to be due to her increased awareness of Peter’s excitement during the spanking sessions and observing Emily giving him relief after. I did my best to reassure Sarah that her feelings were normal and something that was experienced by many young women but she still said it made her feel guilty. When I asked what I could do to help her she surprisingly asked if I could spank her. </EM><br /><P></P>As I am sure is the case in your parish, most of the families give me quite a bit of latitude in how I deal with their children and I have spanked many of them during my years here. I told Sarah that if it would make her feel better I would be happy to spank her. As I got my paddle Sarah quickly undressed completely and I took her across my lap and spanked her. I held her there when I finished and asked if she felt better. Through her tears she said yes and asked if I could rub her bottom like her father did. I softly caressed her for a few minutes and then out of curiosity reached lower and found that she showed obvious signs of arousal. She responded positively to my touch so I continued the touching until she climaxed. </EM><br /><P></P>I gave her a minute to relax and asked if she felt better. She got off my lap, nodded, and then asked if spanking excited me like it did her father. I was pretty sure the answer was obvious by the bulge in my trousers but I admitted that like most men I did get aroused by it. Sarah proceeded to kneel in front of me and tell me she wanted to do what Emily did. I was taken a bit by surprise but soon found my trousers undone and my full erection in this lovely young woman’s mouth. Her inexperience was obvious but she did her best and before long I found myself filling her mouth with my ejaculation. It appears Sarah has decided to begin her premarital training too. </EM><br /><P></P>Yours,</EM><br /><P></P>Pastor James</EM><br /><P></P>And one from Peter:<br /><P></P>Dear Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P>I hope you are well. We continue to make progress with Emily in her training. I have taken your advice and enlisted the help of Pastor James. I think he will update you in a separate note. Taking Emily anally turned out to be a bigger milestone than I thought. I knew it would be painful and humiliating that first time but I think she really felt defeated after. I visited her later that evening and she needed a lot of reassurance and comfort. She was naked and I masturbated her to orgasm and then she just wanted to be held which is not usually the case. </EM><br /><P></P>Her behavior was much improved for a few days and I found very little to be unhappy with. I think she was trying to avoid a punishment and seemed to go out of her way to want to please me. I went into her room one evening and asked if she wanted to masturbate. She nodded and asked if I needed pleasure too. I agreed and lifted her nightgown off so I could feel her breasts and nipples. She then lay on her back and masturbated while I watched and gave me her thanks orally after. </EM><br /><P></P>Most good things don’t last and that was true with Emily’s behavior. She came home from class one day apparently frustrated with something that had happened and snapped at Julie which is, of course, unacceptable. When I got home later that evening Julie let me know what had happened and we went to Emily’s room. She knew she was in trouble and apologized immediately but I told her she needed to be spanked. With Julie’s help we undressed her and I spanked her as she bent over the edge of the bed with my hand and the hairbrush. </EM><br /><P></P>She was crying and upset after the spanking and I let her know we were not done which only upset her more. I had Julie lubricate her bum hole and position her for me. I pushed myself into her and once again pleasured myself with her bottom. It seemed to go a little better while still emphasizing her submission to me. She knows that I can take that liberty with her when I want. I must admit it feels very good to take her that way and I know her future husband will enjoy it too. </EM><br /><P></P>Not too much to report about my girls. Their behavior has been good for the most part. Our pastor let me know that he has been counseling Sarah and I gave him my thanks and support. I know Emily’s visit has been a change for all of us. I think the only spanking I gave was to Lori and it was during a weekend afternoon when just she and I were home. She undressed and I spanked her by hand across my lap and gave her a short cornertime. After she sat on my lap for quite some time as I comforted her. It is always nice to share those close times.</EM><br /><P></P>Yours,</EM><br /><P></P>Peter </EM><br /><P></P>And one from Emily:<br /><P></P>My dear Pastor Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>I suppose its a new chapter, Yes Mr Larson is still disciplining me regularly, but Pastor James is now fully involved. I like Pastor James a lot, and I know it's right he disciplines me, but it is hard sometimes.</EM><br /><P></P>Last Sunday I let my attention wander during the sermon again, and Mr Larson sent me up to see Pastor James in his office. He made me undress, and preyed over me as he felt my breasts. I then had to lay over his knee for a spanking with that horrid paddle. Just when he had finished, he was comforting me and I heard the door open. It was one of the elders, and he and Pastor James had a chat about me, and the elder said I looked lovely. Pastor James made me get up, and the elder looked me up and down all over. The phone rang, and Pastor James just went into the other office taking the call. It felt strange to be talking to a man of about sixty, who was asking me about being spanked, when I was naked. He had just asked me to turn around and stick my bottom out a bit when Pastor James returned. He complimented Pastor James on a job well done, and patted my hot bottom.</EM><br /><P></P>When he left, Pastor James smacked me hard, grabbed my breasts roughly and I said thank you to him.</EM><br /><P></P>When I got home Mr Larson had me strip and bend over the dining table, then he gave me a few whacks with his belt. Then I had to kneel and say thank you too.</EM><br /><P></P>Be in touch soon</EM><br /><P></P>Emily</EM><br /><P></P>From an email to Auntie Rachael<br /><P></P>....When he had finished, he was working his fingers in my bottom when I heard the door open. It was one of the elders, and he and Pastor James had a chat about me, and the elder said I looked lovely. All the time PAstor James kept moving his fingers in and out. Pastor James made me get up, and the elder looked me up and down all over. The phone rang, and Pastor James just went into the other office taking the call. It felt strange to be talking to a man of about sixty, who was asking me about being spanked, when I was naked. He fondled my breasts, and asked me to turn around and stick my bottom out and he let his hands run all over and between. When Pastor James returned. He complimented Pastor James on a job well done, and smacked my my hot bottom.</EM><br /><P></P>When he left, Pastor James smacked me hard, grabbed my breasts roughly and indicated that he wanted me to pull him off. Near the end he pulled me to my feet, pushed me over the desk, and put his thing in my bottom crack, thrusting along it until he came over my red bottom.</EM><br /><P></P>He then put me against the wall, until he let me dress.</EM><br /><P></P>When I got home Mr Larson had me strip and bend over the dining table, then he gave me a few whacks with his belt. Then I had to kneel and he thrust himself into my mouth and held me head, making me take him in and was quite rough, until he finished like Pastor James and, again, I stood in the corner with his stuff still all over me. The girls saw too. I thought he was going to do it in my bottom again.....</EM><br /><P></P>My dear Pastor Andrew</EM><br /><P></P>At Church on Tuesday, two boys and one of the girls had got into trouble at school and their parents had sent them to Pastor James. I was helping him with some paperwork, and when they came in he asked me to go and fetch the elder's wife. By the time we returned, the three were facing the wall, hands by their sides, naked.</EM><br /><P></P>All three were called to stand in front of Pastor James, and he indicated that we should stand where we could see. Each had to bend over in turn and take a hard paddling.</EM><br /><P></P>I 'm glad to see boys get spanked like we do.</EM><br /><P></P>Emily</EM><br /><P></P>From an email to Auntie Rachael<br /><P></P>...All three were called to stand in front of Pastor James, and he indicated that we should stand where we could see. I was fascinated to see the boys. Both are 16. One is very well built, and his thing was quite impressive. The other smaller and younger. Before he paddled them, he prayed over them like he does us, but instead of talking about shame and submission as he does with me, he talked about manly pride and courage. Both still bent over in turn and got paddled very hard, and both did cry. The girl is 18 and he fondled her breasts and bottom he does with me. She was spanked hard too, and made quiet a show as she was made to open her legs for it.</EM><br /><P></P>What I suddenly did notice was both boys had full on erections. Pastor James then sat down, and put the girl over his lap and worked his fingers until they were damp, and slipped his fingers into her bottom hole. As he worked her, the boys erections just grew. Suddenly, the elder's wife went to the bigger of the two boys, who was very impressive when fully up, and began to pull him off as if conducting a medical procedure. It didn't take long and when he finished she caught in in her hands and smeared it over his bottom. She did the same for the other boy who took even less time. The elder's wife then put the boys in the corner, and the girl knelt and used her hands to thank Pastor James, who finished over her breasts...</EM>.<br /><P></P>A note from Pastor James:<br /><P></P>Dear Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P>I would imagine that discipline is as big a part of your work there as it is with mine. Some parents are just more comfortable having me handle the punishments and others feel it carries more weight coming from me. At any rate, it has been a busy time here. With Mr. Larson’s more frequent travels I have taken over more of the discipline for Emily and Sarah. Last week Emily came to me one evening just as I was finishing a meeting with some church deacons. Knowing that the embarrassment and humiliation aspects of a spanking need to be greater to have an effect on her these days, I invited the three men to stay for her punishment. </EM><br /><P></P>Emily undressed and all three admired her naked body as I lectured her. I instructed her to bend over a chair with her legs slightly spread to give the men a good view as I paddled her. They enjoyed not only the look at her private area but the swaying of her breasts as I spanked her and all three were erect by the time I finished. Emily was upset and crying at this point but I kept her in the position and allowed the men to touch and fondle her breasts, bottom, and private area. I told Emily she needed to thank the men for using their valuable time to help with her spanking and she proceeded to take them one at a time into her mouth.</EM><br /><P></P>Deacon Smith was pretty quick and finished his thank you in her mouth which she was able to swallow. Next was Deacon Wright who took a bit longer and left his thank you on Emily’s lovely breasts. While she worked on Deacon Quinn, who is quite well endowed if I do say so, my wife, Mary, came in and she was able to see him decorate Emily’s face with his very ample thank you. The men said their goodbyes and I asked Mary to help me finish with her. Mary bent her over the couch and fingered her bum hole making sure she was ready and then helped guide me into her tight bottom. I must say I appreciated all of Peter’s efforts as she took me easily and I very much enjoyed the feel of her bum. I gave her a steady rhythm for a couple of minutes and then with Mary’s encouragement deposited my thank you deep into her bum. Mary actually fingered my bum hole just as I got close to finishing which really heightened my pleasure. </EM><br /><P></P>The next night was confirmation class and was disappointed when Sarah and three others disrupted the class by talking among themselves as I was trying to cover some material. I asked them to stay after class and led Sarah, Susan, Zack, and Tom to my office while the rest of the kids left. I was quite angry and let them know in no uncertain terms what I expected from them during our classes. I grabbed my paddle and told them all to strip for a spanking. They hesitated, looking at each other, until I yelled and they all proceeded to undress. I could see they were self conscience but I got right into it and paddled the boys as soon as they were naked. </EM><br /><P></P>I took a little longer with Sarah and Susan, showing the boys how a young woman should be punished. After spanking I fondled them and played with their bum holes. I’m sure both were embarrassed in front of the boys but they showed some arousal. Zach and Tom both had full erections at this point and I told Sarah and Susan to take care of them. Sarah knelt in front of Zach and started stroking him with her hands and Susan followed her lead with Tom. As Zach’s excitement grew Sarah took him in her mouth where he soon climaxed and Sarah was able to take most of it. When Susan attempted the same with Tom, his sudden release gagged her and most of it ended up on her face and breasts. </EM><br /><P></P>I kept Sarah behind as the others dressed and left. I felt her breasts and fingered her bottom before having her take me in her mouth. She is getting better at it and before long I gave her another thank you to swallow. As you can see things have been busy here. I hope you are well.</EM><br /><P></P>Pastor James</EM><br /><P></P>And another from Peter:<br /><P></P>Pastor Andrew,</EM><br /><P></P>Although I have not been able to provide as much guidance to Emily as I would like do to some travel I can assure you Pastor James has done very well filling in for me. He is also working with Sarah which has been good. Emily is doing well and I am happy with her progress. </EM><br /><P></P>I returned home on Friday and found that my wife and I had dinner plans with some friends. Lori had gone to a friend’s house for the night leaving Emily and Sarah alone for the evening. When we returned around ten we found that Emily had opened a bottle of wine and shared it with Sarah. Both girls were more than a little bit tipsy. I was angry and quickly ordered both girls to undress for a punishment. They both got on all fours and I gave them my hand, the hairbrush, and a few smacks with the belt. Still angry, I pinched Emily’s nipples and used her wetness to push my fingers into her bum. Julie was watching the whole scene and encouraging me. I was erect and I could tell she was excited by it as well. I told Sarah to sit the chair and watch. </EM><br /><P></P>Wanting to increase Emily’s humiliation I had Julie remove her panties, hike up her skirt and sit on the couch with her legs spread. Emily knelt in front of her and I told her to pleasure Julie with her fingers and tongue and give her an orgasm. As Emily got into it I pushed into her bum from behind. As Julie’s arousal grew I pumped a little faster and when Julie began to cum I let myself go in Emily’s bum. Sarah was rubbing herself as she watched the three of us. </EM><br /><P></P>The next morning, to show that all was forgiven, Julie took Sarah and Emily shopping. Lori got home after they had left and I was disappointed that she had not slept much since she had a soccer game that afternoon. I sent her to take a shower and to come to my room after. She came in wearing a robe and I told her she needed to show more responsibility and a spanking might help to remind her. She slipped the robe off and positioned her naked body across my lap. I spanked her firmly by hand and she was soon sobbing and telling me how sorry she was. </EM><br /><P></P>Being my youngest I’ve always had a soft spot for Lori and I think she knows it. After I finished spanking her she climbed into my lap and gave me a hug while I comforted her by rubbing her back and bottom. As her crying subsided I checked to see if she showed signs of arousal and found once again some wetness. I could feel her responding to my touch so I continued and was a little surprised when I felt her body shudder as she orgasmed. I continued to hold her and we talked. She actually asked if I wanted her to do what she had seen Emily do for me but I told her that could wait.</EM><br /><P></P>Yours,</EM><br /><P></P>Peter </EM><br /><P></P>And finally Emily’s reflections after returning home:<br /><P></P>Emily had plenty of time to think on the plane ride home. She was going back after her first term and she reflected on all that happened during her stay in the US . It had been an educational experience to say the least, both in school and at the home of her hosts, the Larson family. The question of what she would find back in the UK also made her think. Emily knew she was different but she wondered how it would affect things at home. <br /><P></P> Her parents were waiting for her and the welcoming at the airport was warm with lots of smiles and hugs. The ride home went fairly fast and soon Emily found herself in the comfortable and familiar home she had grown up in. The first few days were quiet as Emily got some much needed rest. The end of the term had been hectic and the time difference from the travel took some time to get used to. Her mom cooked some of her favorite foods and in some ways her time in the US seemed almost like a dream. <br /><P></P> Good things never last forever and it did not take too long before she found herself on her dad’s bad side and she knew she would be spanked. Some things do not change. As she went to her room she felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. There was some comfort in this routine she had experienced her whole life yet a part of her wondered if things had changed. She knew her father was aware of the things that had happened at the Larson ’s.<br /><P></P> Emily’s dad entered the room as he usually did, quickly explained what he was unhappy with, and directed her to undress. So far, nothing different. Emily felt his eyes on her as she slipped out of her clothes and she glanced up several times to see if there was anything different in his look. She felt embarrassed as always when he saw her but there was that level of comfort too. In spite of all that had happened she knew she was still his girl just as she always had been. She knew what pain lay ahead but there was also the beginning of another feeling in that most private area between her legs. <br /><P></P> Her dad got her positioned across his lap and it all felt so familiar. The feel of his clothes, the way he smelled, his voice, and the one hand resting on her bottom. She knew she was exposed to him but there was not too much time to think before the spanking started. It was harder than Mr. Larson had done it and before long tears welled up in her eyes and she felt the stinging pain all over her naked bum. It did not last as long as she had expected and then she heard the familiar voice telling her it was over as he lightly caressed her bottom. Emily stood and then he was gone and she was alone, naked, and fully aroused. <br /><P></P> Emily crawled into bed and wondered how many times she had done this as her fingers reached down to touch herself. There was no need to ask if it was ok. She thought about being across her father’s lap, how safe and secure it was. His strong hands holding her, knowing she was on display for him. Before long the wonderful waves of pleasure washed over her as she climaxed. So good to be home.<br /><P></P><br /><P><A href="http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/218329/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></A> </P>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-58427548466169865412012-05-26T06:38:00.001-07:002012-05-26T06:38:45.553-07:00Jack is ChastisedJack leaves home to start his first job. His mother is worried about her son's drinking and his sexuality, afraid that his dissipated companions would lead him astray. She confides in her friend, Mrs. Smith, who takes him in hand. Under her strict guidance, he is reformed. <br /><P>____________________________________________________________________ </P><br /><P>The urge came upon him in the early hours of the morning. It was a week since he last visited his landlady's parlor, and he felt the growing need to call on her again for the treatment. As he entered the dining room for breakfast he caught sight of her in the kitchen, cooking eggs and bacon. </P><br /><P>‘Good morning, Jack. Do you want a full cooked breakfast this morning?’ </P><br /><P>‘Yes please, Mrs. Smith.’ </P><br /><P>When she brought the plate of bacon and eggs to the table, she asked him what he had been the night before. </P><br /><P>‘You came in late last night. I hope you were not out drinking with your workmates again.’ </P><br /><P>‘We went to the snooker hall for a couple of hours, then I came home. I know from last week that you disapprove of me drinking at night, but I was tempted to go drinking with my friends. Please would you help me again, Mrs. Smith, to avoid the temptation?’ </P><br /><P>‘Have your boozy friends have been on at you again to join them, Jack?’ </P><br /><P>‘Yes. They went to the pub after we had played snooker and they tried to get me to join them.’ </P><br /><P>‘Well, you didn't go, did you? You resisted the temptation, so I can't see why you need to blame yourself.’ </P><br /><P>‘I need your help and encouragement, to avoid future temptation.’ </P><br /><P>‘So you would like me to repeat the treatment, then?’ </P><br /><P>‘Oh, yes please, Mrs. Smith.’ </P><br /><P>‘Come straight home after work today, Jack my dear. I will expect you at six o'clock this evening and I'll prepare a light supper for us. Tell your friends that you have to stay in tonight.’ </P><br /><P>She walked away from the table to return to the kitchen and Jack had a rear view of the close fitting tweed skirt beneath her apron. He stared at her retreating backside, admiring her shapely buttocks, outlined by the folds of her skirt, which undulated beneath them with the sway of her hips. The sight of her, and the memory of the beautiful painting that he saw in her room, aroused him. He imagined the power of her plush posterior, that image so finely captured in that painting of the dancer. Throughout the day, Jack could barely concentrate on his work. His thoughts kept straying to the ordeal that he would undergo on his next appointment with his landlady. </P><br /><P>Mrs. Smith was a widow in her mid forties. She was a long-standing friend of Jack's mother, ever since they were at school together, and they had kept in touch despite leading quite separate lives. Her husband died five years ago and she lived on her own. She decided to take in lodgers to supplement her income, and also for company. When Jack was taken on as an apprentice draftsman in a local engineering firm, his mother arranged for him to lodge with her friend, knowing that her son would be well cared for. </P><br /><P>Jack was a curly headed good-looking young man. He was happy in his work, though he had a routine job, but suitable for his artistic talents. His mother told her friend that Jack was a good lad, but easily influenced by others: a dreamer rather than a practical person. She hoped that he would become established in a career, meet a nice girl and settle down, but she had worries about his character. </P><br /><P>‘He doesn't seem to be interested in girls’ she said, ‘though he was popular at college.’ </P><br /><P>Mrs. Smith tried to reassure her: ‘Don't worry, it may be that he's just shy. He'll have plenty of time to meet girls at work.’ </P><br /><P>Jack went to the pub most evenings to meet his workmates, and played sports at the weekend. Mrs. Smith noted that it was always his men friends that called for him. She tried to find out what he got up to when he went out with them; whether he had any girl friends or dated any of the girls he met at work. But like all young men, he was reticent about his social life, though he would talk quite freely about his work and how well he got on with his employers. </P><br /><P>One evening during supper she asked him directly. </P><br /><P>‘Do you like girls, Jack?’ </P><br /><P>‘They're all right’ he replied, but unenthusiastically. ‘I can take them or leave them. They don't have any interests that I share, so I don't have much to do with them.’ </P><br /><P>‘Don't you find some of them attractive to look at?’ </P><br /><P>‘Not really, Mrs. Smith. None of the girls I’ve seen look any prettier than my, and some of them are downright ugly.’ </P><br /><P>Mrs. Smith could sympathize with Jack's jaundiced view of the modern young woman. Many of the girls didn't do much to make themselves attractive. In the days when she and Jacks’s mother were young women, they always put on their prettiest dresses before they went out to a party or a date. They took care over their hairdo and makeup and tried to look their best. Nowadays, young women didn’t seem to have any fashion sense at all. They generally wore dowdy clothing or jeans that exposed the tops of their bottoms: plump puppy fat on display. Even if a young man met a nice girl in a pub or nightclub, there was little opportunity to engage her in conversation, because of the surrounding din and frantic pointless activity: very loud music and the so-called dancing was mere jigging of arms in the mêlée of the dance floor to a cacophony of amplified noise - nothing like the civilized venues that she and her companions frequented in her younger days, the dance halls and intimate night clubs. </P><br /><P>But she understood Jack’s mother's concern for his future way of life. She too was widowed, but tragically early, and Jack was raised without the benefit of a father. Her friend’s other worry was that her son would turn out to be an alcoholic. She told Mrs. Smith friend that when Jack was studying at the art college he often came home late looking much the worse for wear, having drunk too much with his student friends. </P><br /><P>‘I'm afraid that this will affect his work if they lead him astray’ she said. </P><br /><P>Though Jack was generally quiet and well behaved when he started lodging with Mrs. Smith, she first saw the dissipated side of his character soon after he started work at the factory. One evening he went out with his work mates, to celebrate someone's birthday, and came back late having drunk too much. He had a hangover the following morning and so he stayed in bed. When she came upstairs that morning to tidy the room, she found him still under the sheets, snoring away. She woke him, saying </P><br /><P>‘Why aren't you at work today, Jack?’ </P><br /><P>He groaned and mumbled that he had a heavy cold. </P><br /><P>‘Fiddlesticks, you were drunk last night. Your mother told me to keep an eye on you when she brought you here. What am I going to say to her?’ </P><br /><P>‘Please don't tell my mother, Mrs. Smith!’ </P><br /><P>‘Well, I ought to, but I will give you one chance. Come and see me this evening and make sure you are clean, bathed and sober. You are a good-looking intelligent lad and it will be a shame if you spoil your life by indulging in the demon drink. Now get up and go to work, and apologize to your employers for being late.’ </P><br /><P>He came home from work that day, let himself in and had a bath. When he came down to the dining room he saw a cold meal on the table with a note telling him to come up to his landlady’s room after he had eaten. He ate his meal, a cold ham salad, then went to Mrs. Smith's parlor and knocked on her door. She invited him in and he saw that she wore a long black satin gown with a corseted bodice and a fringed black pinafore tied round her waist. Her hair was done up in a severe bun, like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Here appearance reminded him of an early photograph of his great grandmother, taken in the early Edwardian era. A fashions only seen in historical period films and old photographs. Ladies then wore elegant gowns, with tight waists and bustles to emphasize their femininity. </P><br /><P>She led him into her parlor and offered him a cup of tea. </P><br /><P>‘When you first drank alcohol, wine or beer, you found the taste bitter, didn't you? Then you became used to it, and began to enjoy the after effects: the loosening of inhibitions, the dulling of the senses. Well, Jack, I'm going to teach you a lesson and reform you. My remedy will be bitter at first, like the drink. But in time you will begin to anticipate the after effects. Unlike those of alcohol, which cause a hangover, lassitude and self-loathing, you will experience a heightened sensitivity and feeling of release. Now follow me.’ </P><br /><P>She took him to an alcove at the end of the room, which was hidden behind a set of curtains. In the alcove was an antique prie-dieu, a bench with a low seat and a tall sloping back, used a prayer seat or stool, with a kneeler and front panel - like a section of a church pew. </P><br /><P>‘This is the shrine of correction. We will pray together for your release from the grip of the demon drink. Remove your clothes and put on this gown.’ </P><br /><P>Jack was curious about her intentions, but did as she requested, and put on a long cotton nightgown. </P><br /><P>‘Kneel at this bench, I am going to administer correction to you.’ </P><br /><P>His curiosity turned to apprehension and he was about to refuse her command, but this incipient rebellion was quelled by her stern glance. When he was in a kneeling position, she reached beneath the seat and drew out length of what appeared to be flexible sponge rubber. It was about two feet long, an inch wide and half an inch thick. </P><br /><P>‘I am about to apply this thong to your buttocks - it will sting, but not draw blood or bruise. But you must exercise discipline, a quality you sadly lacked when you took to the booze last night. Hold onto the front ledge of the pew and on no account reach back to rub the pain that your bottom will feel. If you do, then my treatment will become more severe.’ </P><br /><P>Jack thought she was joking. How could such an innocuous looking strap, that appeared to be made of latex foam, hurt him? Perhaps she was just trying to humiliate him, but he decided to go along with her, for if she got rid of him as a lodger, he would cause a great upset to his mother. </P><br /><P>He felt Mrs. Smith lift the back of his gown, to expose his bare bottom. Then he heard the swish of the strap as she applied the first stroke. It made contact with his buttocks with a sharp 'thwack', but for a few seconds he felt nothing, for the stroke had temporarily deadened the nerves near his skin. As the shock of impact spread through his flesh the pain made itself felt through the delayed reaction of his nerves. </P><br /><P>My, how it stung! He let out an involuntary cry, but remembering her admonishment, did not to reach back. Instead he drew in his breath and gripped the front of the prie-dieu, clenching his buttocks until the pain subsided. </P><br /><P>‘There, my dear, I bet you thought it wouldn't hurt, didn't you?’ </P><br /><P>‘Yes, the strap looks so soft and flexible. The sharpness of the blow surprised me, what is it made of?’ </P><br /><P>‘It's a strip of rhinoceros hide. When it strikes your bare skin, the impact at first anaesthetizes the nerves beneath the skin, but this only serves to delay the pain when the shock of the strike penetrates deeper. Now you took that well, my dear, but I am going to complete your chastisement with a further ten strokes.’ </P><br /><P>She applied them regularly, systematically covering each section of his buttocks. She waited a full minute between each stroke, so that Jack could experience the cycle of anticipation, followed by the initial numbness on the impact, then the crescendo of pain as the effect of the stroke penetrated deeper into his flesh. On completion of the tenth stroke, she said: </P><br /><P>‘Well done, my dear, you've had enough punishment and you took it like a man. Now shuffle forward and let me come behind you and I will apply some salve.’ </P><br /><P>He felt her silk gown rustling against his back as she edged into the prie-dieu, to kneel behind him. Then a blessed relief as her fingers smoothed the cream over his buttocks. Her left hand strayed from his buttock, to lift up the front of her gown and drape it over his shoulders. Her perfume filled the enclosed space, rising to his sensitive nostrils, and he became aroused. She continued to caress his tender skin and the pain gradually diminished, to be replaced by a growing feeling of pleasure in his groin. </P><br /><P>She pressed herself against his bottom and he felt the coolness of her bare belly against his hot buttocks. She wore no panties or foundation garments to cover her pudenda, so that her thick pubic hair crinkled hard against the cleft of his buttocks. With her left hand she reached underneath to fondle his hanging scrotum, then took hold of him gently in the fingertips of her right hand. Her touch was cold against the fevered heat of his stiffening cock. </P><br /><P>‘How strong!’ she whispered, leaning her head forward to nip his left ear between her front teeth. She was reassured, that whatever his sexual inclinations were, at least he was well equipped. The contrast between his former pain and the intense pleasure now coursing through his nerves was too much for him to withstand. He involuntarily made a copious emission that spattered inside the front of his gown. </P><br /><P>‘That's a nice big boy,’ she said, ‘Now we shall pray together for your reform, for your release from the clutches of the demon drink.’ </P><br /><P>She reached forward to pull apart the curtains of the shrine that they knelt before. Jack expected the image of an idol or a saint to be revealed. Instead, there hung a pastel painting, about three foot high and two foot wide, illuminated by a spotlight. The image was that of a young dancer, posing with her back to the viewer and her arms raised above her head. She wore silver shoes with high heels, and a pink satin two-piece costume with long tassels hanging from the lower hem of the peplum. The painting caught the movement of her tassels, swaying in sensuous curves beneath her projecting rump, as though in the dance she had turned away from her dance partner, to display her beautiful rear in a provocative pose. </P><br /><P>‘What a delightful painting that is, Mrs. Smith! Who is the dancer and who painted her?’ </P><br /><P>‘That is me as a young woman, painted over twenty years ago. I wore that dress for the Latin American dance competition. An artist who saw me dancing was so taken with it that he asked me to model for him. When my husband saw the finished painting he bought it, though the artist was reluctant to sell.’ </P><br /><P>Jack looked at Mrs. Smith in a new light. Though her hair was now gray, there were still traces of the blonde tresses that were depicted in the painting, done up in a bun in the prescribed style for Latin American dance competitions. It was a severe style, but a style that revealed the classic beauty of her cheekbones, the smooth curves of her slender neck and shoulders. There were some lines in her face, around her eyes and mouth, as would be expected in a forty five year old matron, but hers were the pleasant features of a fulfilled life. Her figure appeared to be unchanged since her dancing days: a little bulkier, perhaps, but she still had that sumptuous pelvis. </P><br /><P>‘I wish I were the artist. I can see why he was unwilling to part with it and why your husband placed it in this alcove, as a shrine to your beauty and grace.’ </P><br /><P>‘When he reached his fifties, his vigor declined. I was then in my late thirties and my womanly needs were strong. To revive his desire, he had to imagine me in the bloom of my youth, when he first saw me dancing. So when he made love to me, we knelt in the prie-dieu where we are now: he knelt behind me, so that he felt my bare bottom against his loins. I arched my back, in the Grecian Bend, the pose that I adopted for that painting, so that he could enter me from the rear. He called our lovemaking 'Worship at the Shrine of Aphrodite'.’ </P><br /><P>And so she brought his visit to an end and told him to get dressed. </P><br /><P>‘Now I have finished your chastisement and you may leave. Try and behave yourself in future, Jack, my lad, otherwise I will have to take a more drastic remedy. If you are tempted again, come up and see me’. </P><br /><P>Thus admonished, he left her parlor and for the rest of the week came home straight from work and stayed in for the night, apart from one evening when they went out together to the cinema to see a new James Bond picture. </P><br /><P>He was content, but over the days the image of the painting of her as a dancer kept reappearing in his mind. He wanted to feast his eyes on it once more, and that is why he told her at breakfast that he needed to visit her parlor again. The temptation to go drinking with his friends was a fiction, a pretext to experience again the exquisite thrill of her chastisement. </P><br /><P>So that evening he knocked on her parlor door and she invited him in. He saw that she wore the same black Edwardian dress that she wore when he first visited her parlor. </P><br /><P>‘Come in Jack and take off your clothes.’ </P><br /><P>She looked appreciatively at his genitals. Though flaccid, they were substantial - much larger than her late husband's, as far as she could remember from the years since his untimely death. It was a shame, she thought, that they weren't employed in satisfying a nice young wife. It would be a tragedy if he were to turn out to be a homosexual, as his mother feared. </P><br /><P>‘Put on this gown, as before, and kneel at the shrine.’ </P><br /><P>He knelt at the prie-dieu and she opened the curtains to reveal the painting. He gazed at it again, fascinated by the beauty of the young dancer depicted. </P><br /><P>‘I know that you have behaved yourself this week, Jack, so I'm not going to chastise you. Instead, let me relieve you another way.’ </P><br /><P>She sat behind him and held his cock, but there was no response from it, even when as on the first occasion she leaned forward to nibble his earlobe. Jack turned his head to her with a pleading look and said ‘Mrs. Smith, please, I need to be whipped. I've been wicked, having impure thoughts.’ </P><br /><P>‘Impure thoughts about what, Jack?’ </P><br /><P>She feared that he was becoming prey to what his mother suspected - latent homosexual urges. He was obviously reluctant to reveal his feelings to her, but she urged him to confess. </P><br /><P>‘Please don't be angry, Mrs. Smith. I used to dream about my teammates in the shower after a game of soccer. But now I've started to dream about you chastising me.’ </P><br /><P>At his words she sighed inwardly, relieved that there was some reassurance for the worries that his mother had expressed. It was not ideal that he had become fixated on her, but as far as his mother's wishes were concerned, it was better than the alternative. She resolved to confirm the new direction of Jack's fantasies, but at the same time indulge her own long suppressed needs. She reassured herself that life was too short to deny her own pleasure. She was still in her prime and still had womanly urges, but with no opportunity to satisfy them since the death of her husband. Jack was a handsome young man, and surely his mother wouldn't begrudge her taking her pleasure of him. After all, she was fulfilling his mother's wishes, to keep Jack to the straight and narrow and turn him away from drink and an unhealthy desire for his male companions. </P><br /><P>‘I'll chastise you, Jack, but you must also indulge me.’ </P><br /><P>‘I'll do anything for you, Mrs. Smith. Tell me what you want me to do.’ </P><br /><P>‘Come with me to the bed.’ </P><br /><P>She took the rhino hide whip from the shrine and sat on the edge of the bed. She made Jack kneel at her feet, and then she lifted her skirt and petticoat. </P><br /><P>‘Place your head between my thighs and kiss me in my secret place.’ </P><br /><P>She parted her thighs, inviting Jack to explore the dark recesses of her nest. The tops of her thighs were bare above her dark silk stockings, which were attached by suspenders to the hem of her black girdle. Jack moved his mouth towards her crutch and she grasped his curly hair, pulling his face closer to her vulva, and then lowered her petticoat and skirt, to cover his head within their folds. She opened up to him and sighed. </P><br /><P>‘Don't hold back, dear. Press your mouth right into me. Feast on me and get ready for your first blow.’ </P><br /><P>Jack felt it sting as it landed on his exposed rump. Though he had been warned, it still had the power to shock. </P><br /><P>‘Was that nice, dear?’ </P><br /><P>Jack could only grunt, as his head was pressed against her crutch, now damp with his saliva as well as her own juices. </P><br /><P>‘Don't say anything, Jack. Just continue your licking and sucking, you're doing a great job. Only let me know when you want me to stop.’ </P><br /><P>Encouraged, Jack pressed his mouth harder against her. He smelt her musty odor and felt the swelling of her mons under the dark crinkly bush of her pubic hair. The next blow came, to enhance the enjoyment of his oral exploration of her vagina: a heady combination of pleasure and pain. </P><br /><P>His own crutch started to respond and after a few more blows he was fully erect. He continued his feasting, instinctively sensing what she wanted, what most pleased her. His tongue licked her clitoris and probed the inner folds of her vulva. Encouraged by her grunts and the occasional blow of the whip, he nuzzled her labia, lapping her juices. He sensed her ecstatic enjoyment of his ministrations, which drove him with an overwhelming desire to lose his own identity, giving himself entirely to her pleasure. Her mons became swollen and she ceased her blows on Jack's buttocks in order to lie back and raise her knees, giving his mouth more intimate access to her. Jack continued to minister to her under the frothy cover of her petticoat. His need for chastisement abated and he became totally absorbed in exploring the mysteries of her sex, feasting on the juices that were stimulated when he nuzzled her hidden pearl. </P><br /><P>She unbuttoned the top part of her gown and bared her breasts, to caress them, in the same self-comforting way that she often did on her bath night, ever since her husband died. He continued to administer cunnilingus until, sated, she called an end to their deadly embrace. </P><br /><P>‘Enough, Jack. Come up for air or you'll suffocate. Join me on the bed.’ </P><br /><P>He reluctantly removed his face from her pudenda and climbed in beside her. </P><br /><P>‘Lie back, Jack, let's see what you have for me.’ </P><br /><P>She was not disappointed by the extent of his arousal. </P><br /><P>She placed some pillows beneath his head, then moved on top of him, sat astride his lap and shuffled her bottom forward until her moist labia were kissing the end of his cock. She lifted her bottom to let it rise, and then carefully lowered herself, skillfully absorbing him into her receptive vulva, gradually working him into her until she became fully impaled. </P><br /><P>‘Here, my baby, taste this’ she said, leaning forward and offering her jutting breasts to his lips, where he took suck. In response to the electric thrill from her suckled tits, her vagina, already tighter than it had ever been, gripped him even harder. It triggered his climax and in the intensity of his passion he cried out. </P><br /><P>‘Mum-mee, oh my lovely Mum-mee!’ </P><br /><P>‘There, there, my baby - so good to Mamma. Come, dear, come into your Mummy!’ </P><br /><P>Even when fully spent, he continued to throb deep inside her. She held his head close to her breast, gripping his hair and savoring his prolonged thickness. She smiled, content that her mission was accomplished and that she had weaned him off the demon drink. Within a year those very breasts that he now sucked so eagerly would yield mother's milk, to both her babies: the one who was now dying inside her, and the other who had just entered her womb. Jack's manhood was confirmed, reserved to lodge only in its true home and not stray to the gay. She had converted him to her own; he was now a reformed character. </P><br /><P><A href="http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/51788/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></A> </P>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-66021505379669270732012-05-26T06:11:00.001-07:002012-05-26T06:11:00.593-07:00A Whole New Me - Part 1 “Honey! Are you around?” I shouted from my room, rummaging through my drawers and naked from the shower. <BR>“What’s up, sweetie?” My girlfriend, Lisa, popped her head around the bedroom door. Her eyes taking in my body and a cheeky smile forming on her pretty face “Oh, looking good.” <P>I wasn’t the most muscular guy but I wasn’t fat at all and Lisa always claimed she liked my body not being so hard and rough. She even convinced me to shave it more or less hairless; saying she preferred it that way. Although, her taste didn’t stretch to the hair on my head which she insisted I kept longer than most guys! </P><P>“I can’t find any boxers Lisa, weren’t you doing the washing the other day?” <BR>“Oops! Sorry sweetie, I didn’t realise you were running so low. I threw some old ones out and I guess I didn’t get round to washing any of your others.” <BR>“Running low? I’ve ran out! Chris is coming over in a couple of hours.” </P><P>Chris is an old friend of both myself and Lisa. We’d all met in university and though I got with Lisa a couple of years ago we still all hang out a lot. Today, he was coming over to help me put some new furniture together and later to have dinner with us. Not a big deal at all, but I did want to be dressed. </P><P>“Well we’ll see what we can do about that.” Lisa walked over to her drawers and rummaged around for a while. “How about some of mine?” <BR>“Yeah right, why don’t I just wear one of your dresses too?” I laughed and went to sit on the bed, giving up the search for my own boxers. </P><P>“Oh come on! You’ll look cute, it’ll be fun” She was giving me the smile she uses when she wants to push me into something she think will be entertaining, I can never refuse. </P><P>“Fine, whatever... just give me some that are kind of passable as guys briefs.” </P><P>Completely ignoring me, Lisa presented me with a white thong covered in little pink flowers and topped off with a big pink bow on the back. I just stared. </P><P>“Oh come on! Please! It’ll be our secret and it’s just for one day so let me have fun. I’m sure it’ll be worth your while later...” </P><P>Lisa was doing her best to persuade me and to be honest, I was kind of up for it anyway. I took the thong from her and put it on, despite Lisa’s small size it fit surprisingly well. Lisa gave me a kiss for my acquiescence which along with her roaming hands and the new feeling of her panties on my skin had me rock hard instantly. God they felt good. </P><P>“See! I knew you’d like them!” Lisa gave me a pat on the butt and backed off. “Get dressed and we’ll see to that later.” </P><P>A couple of hours later, Chris turned up at the door. He was dressed in jeans and a top that was just tight enough to show off his muscular physique. I never really worried about my body but seeing Chris often made me feel a bit... girly? Hell, I’ve never thought of it that way before, must be the thong on my mind. I guess I feel I’m just not quite as macho as he is. </P><P>I was wearing sweats which had made lisa laugh when she saw me. She was quick to point out that I’d often commented on how good her ass looked in sweats when she had a thong of her own on. They weren’t particularly thick so I was actually feeling quite exposed. </P><P>We got out a couple of beers and set to work, it wasn’t too bad just some flat pack furniture. Really it was just something to do whilst we hung out and talked. </P><P>“So where’s Lisa at?” Chris asked, just coming back from the bathroom. <BR>“Oh she went out shopping, she needed a few things for dinner later.” <BR>“And had no taste for furniture building I guess?” <BR>“It could have something to do with that” </P><P>My laughter cut short when I realised I was bent right over the table we were building and my thong had ridden up! I quickly knelt up and pulled my sweats up a little. I glanced at Chris’ face but he didn’t look shocked or anything, so I assumed he hadn’t seen. It had been a little too close for my liking though. </P><P>I spent the next hour or so hyper-aware of the fact that he might see what I was wearing. I had no idea how he’d react but I would have been mortified. Lisa must have gotten me really worked up earlier though because I could feel the little butterflies I get when my mind gets stuck on naughty thoughts. It couldn’t have been the idea of getting caught but I didn’t know what else it could be. </P><P>I was just standing by the sink, getting a glass of water when I felt chris come up behind me. He hooked his thumbs into my sweats, just above and to either side of my ass and pulled them up. </P><P>“Your bow has been out all day, and it was just getting a bit too distracting.” Chris almost murmured in my ear, his hands settling on my hips. </P><P>I shifted forward a little, I know I should have made a bigger move to get away from him. He was way too close for any guy, even my friend, to get to me but I actually wasn’t thinking about getting away. I was thinking about covering the erection my thong and sweats did almost nothing to hide. </P><P>I was stunned. I should have shoved him off, but I was so turned on by the possessive way he placed his hands on me and the way he spoke down my ear. His hands started to move. Sliding up and down the front and inside of my thighs, close to but never touching my cock. He leant down and kissed my neck a little, moving his hand back to squeeze my ass just a little. I moaned and found myself pushing my ass back until I felt the bulge of his jeans against me. I lost myself for a while, allowing him to kiss my ear and neck, letting him feel me up however he pleased and then he whispered in my ear again. </P><P>“Do you want to show me the rest of your pretty panties Dani?” </P><P>Dani? He always called me Dan or Daniel. I didn’t spend too much time on that though. I felt myself nod at his suggestion and he stepped back. Without thinking, I leant forward a little giving him a better view and then I just waited. He hooked his hands back in my sweats and pulled them down to my ankles for me to step out of. </P><P>I now stood in front of my best friend in just a little vest top and a thong, shaking with anticipation for what he would do next. I wasn’t disappointed. He came up close behind me and slid his hands between my legs. He cupped my cock and balls, rubbing them through the panties and making me moan. I leant back to see his face and lost my breath immediately. He was kissing me! One hand on the back of my head pulling me in, the other teasing me through my panties and his tongue forcing it’s way into my mouth. </P><P>Somehow, I got turned around. We were kissing passionately, his hands all over me; squeezing my ass and playing with my nipples. I knew what I wanted and it was just more of him! I pulled his top off and as soon as I saw underneath, I couldn’t keep my hands or lips off his muscular chest and shoulders. </P><P>After taking in his beautiful upper body, I undid his belt. I couldn’t believe how driven I was! One minute I think I’m totally straight, totally fixed on Lisa and now I was here in a thong being worked into a frenzy by my friend. I finally got to the prize when I opened his jeans. His cock was long and thick and even through his boxers it just felt right in my hand. </P><P>We kissed for a while, his hands on my ass occasionally tracing a finger down the back of my thong. I pushed back against that feeling, Lisa fingered me from time to time so I already knew I loved it. I was stroking his cock when Chris broke our kiss. </P><P>“Why don’t you kiss it?” He was looking at me with such a sexy expression that I almost melted. </P><P>I sank slowly to my knees in front of my best friend and looked up at him, pulling his boxers away from his cock and down. I gasped and then licked my lips. It was so big, at least 8 inches long and real thick. I wrapped my hand around the base and started kissing up from there. When I started licking around the head, I felt Chris’ hand on the back of my head. </P><P>“Mm you look real good down there, Dani” Chris was smiling at me and stroking my hair. “You’ve got your ass stuck right out and it looks so hot in that thong.” </P><P>I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of my ass turning him on! I wrapped my lips around the top of his cock and started to slide down, I wanted to make him feel good, I wanted to please him. His cock was too big for my first time though, and I was choking and gagging almost immediately. </P><P>Not that I let that stop me, I must be a slut at heart because I just kept going and going. Licking his cock up and down, looking up at him the whole time. I stroked his cock, just sucking the head until I caught my breath enough to start trying to deepthroat him again. My free hand was playing with his balls and I just couldn’t stop thinking about the big load of cum I was going to get from him when this was over. I’d never even thought such a thing could excite me before. </P><P>After a while, his breathing started to quicken and I knew what was coming! I kept one hand on his balls and the other stroking his cock, my mouth bobbing up and down on his shaft as best as I could. He knocked my hands off him and started stroking himself, holding my head with his other hand so I could only suck the head of his cock. </P><P>“Rub yourself through your panties Dani, get ready to cum when I say so” His voice took on a commanding tone and I responded immediately. </P><P>It took me no time at all to get on the edge, rubbing myself through my thong felt great and I was so built up from everything that had happened. Especially, the cock that was currently in my mouth! </P><P>Chris started to moan and stroke faster. He came without warning, directly into my mouth at first. I swallowed it greedily as he pulled out and finished off over my face. I was rubbing frantically, feeling so horny, used and slutty. He started to wipe cum off my face with his fingers and then have me suck them clean. I couldn’t believe how much there was. </P><P>“Go on Dani, you can cum swallowing mine.” </P><P>Then I came. Looking into his eyes, sucking the cum I’d worked so hard for off his fingers, I turned the inside of my thong into a sticky mess. It was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. <BR>Chris helped me to my feet, kissed me and then slapped me on the ass. Sending me off to get cleaned up. </B>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/crossdressing/a-whole-new-me-part-1.aspx">A Whole New Me - Part 1</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/crossdressing/a-whole-new-me-part-1.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-88965777769002251372012-05-26T06:11:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:11:00.055-07:00Good Morning Surprise It still feels early as I begin to wake up, grabbing my phone I check the time; 7am. Why in the hell did I wake up this early? It doesn’t sound like anyone is awake so I roll over to go back to sleep. Instead I feel a smile spread across my face. I know you made it to your room to sleep last night. Standing up I grab my robe as it’s easier then getting dressed and move quietly across the hall. Seeing that you left your door cracked I push it open further and peek inside, finding that I was right. You are still sleeping. <P>Slipping inside I close the door behind me and drop my robe as I kneel on the floor beside you. Sliding the blanket to the other side of the bed I notice you slept in just your boxers. You must have taken a shower before you went to bed. Running my hand over your boxers I tease until I feel you getting hard. Glancing up I see your still asleep. Well this won’t do, I think to myself. Time to try something different. Sliding my hand into your boxers I slip your shaft out and squeeze, gently stroking you a few times before sliding my mouth down. Hearing a low moan from your lips I crawl onto the bed and settle on my knees between your legs. Running my nails up your thigh I slip my mouth around the head of your cock and suck moaning as I feel your hand in my hair.</P><P>Rolling my eyes up I smile as you open your eyes and I hear your breath catch as you see I’m naked. I feel your hand move down my neck and hear a frustrated sigh when you realize that I’m too far away to reach any further. Moving to sit up I push you firmly back down. This is your time. I want you to focus on exactly what I’m doing. Picking up speed I make sure to take as much of your shaft into my mouth as possible without slowing down. Working to maintain my pace I feel your hips start to move with me, allowing me to take you deeper with each thrust. Suddenly your hand tightens in my hair causing me to moan again. I know what’s coming next and relax as your hand pushes my head down, forcing me to take your cock completely to the base as your cum slides down my throat. After a minute your hand loosens its hold and I move to stretch out beside you.</P><P>“Good morning babe.” </P><P>No sooner have the words left my mouth than your arm wraps around my waist pulling me against you. I shudder as your hand moves to cup my breast and squeezes, making your nails bite in to my skin. Moaning I roll onto my back and grab the back of your neck bringing your lips to mine. Running my tongue over your lips I groan as your suck my tongue and bite down gently. Breaking away from my lips I squeeze your neck in encouragement as you bite my neck and chest, moving to play with my sensitive nipples. While you continue to play with my breasts I feel your hand move down my stomach then past my hips.</P><P>My back arches as you rub my swollen clit before slipping a finger into my wet pussy. Gasping I let go of your neck and tangle my hands in the sheets as my breathing speeds up. Unable to stay still, I moan, feeling the pressure that’s building intensify as you play with my clit while your finger flexes inside me. Suddenly I’m crying out under your hands as waves of pleasure crash over me. As the waves subside and my eyes focus again I curl into you and steady my breathing. Your arm circles my waist and I squeeze closer to you, I smile as I hear your voice.</P><P>“Good morning indeed.”</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/oral-sex/good-morning-surprise.aspx">Good Morning Surprise</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/oral-sex/good-morning-surprise.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-73752859648398797002012-05-26T06:10:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:10:00.037-07:00Ten Days In The Valley Kim was locked out of her parents home and needed help from a neighbor.There was a full moon in the sky as I turned down Dreamy Draw, an exclusive enclave of white stucco homes with red tile roofs, in the north end of Scottsdale, Arizona. <P>I had been on loan from NBC to its affiliate KNBC in Phoenix as a copy editor, and enjoyed the change of pace from New Yorks bustling streets to the serenity of Dreamy Draw. My job was easy, and usually only required a few hours each afternoon to prepare for the evening news.</P><P>As I swung my red Porsche up the hill to Eagle Way, the street I lived on, my headlights panned across my front yard as I pulled in my driveway. There was a silhouette of a young female sitting on my front steps.</P><P>I slid out and clicked my remote and headed up the grassy lawn towards my front door. The silhouette jumped up and ran towards me. I couldn't make out the face because my bright porch lights had her back lit, and the voice was unfamiliar.</P><P>Upon reaching me, she asked, "Mr. Carr?"</P><P>"Yes, I'm Mr. Carr. Who are you?" My voice was soft but carried some urgency to it.</P><P>"I'm Kim. Kim from next door!" A sweeping motion at the home of my neighbors, Don, and Donna Hall justified her presence in this gated community.</P><P>The Hall's spoke of her often, but I had never met her as she had been away at college at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff.</P><P>"Ah, Kim..yes, I know who you are. Your mom and dad talk about you all the time." I started walking to my front porch and lit a cigarette. "So, what are you doing here Kim?"</P><P>We stepped up on my porch and she replied, "I came to spend a few days with my folks. It</P><P>is spring break, ya know." A bubble popped from her lips as she smacked away on a piece of Bazooka bubble gum.</P><P>Kim's pink lips glistened under the porch lights and I had a familiar sensation between my legs.</P><P>It didn't help as her tongue raced around her lips causing me even more uneasiness.</P><P>I knew she couldn't have been more than 18 or 19 years old, and at 42, that just made her more desirable. My almost erection pushed against my zipper.</P><P>I was also curious to see how she would take my news.</P><P>"Uh, Kim honey. Your folks are on vacation."</P><P>My head tilted to the right apologetically, and my lips pursed.</P><P>"FUCK!" She slapped her sides and stomped her feet.</P><P>Before I knew it, she had taken the cigarette from my lips and sucked on it until I thought the cherry would fall down her low cut tee shirt.</P><P>A massive volume of smoke poured from her lips as she continued. "That's the fucking problem with this family. No communication!" She handed me back my hot cigarette now coated nicely in pink lip gloss.</P><P>My eyes went to the planter as she sat back down on my steps to pout. I counted five pink stained cigarette butts in the mulch under my hibiscus.</P><P>I hiked up the legs of my slacks and sat with her.</P><P>"Been here long?" I motioned with my head to the planter.</P><P>"Fuck! I'm sorry. Yeah, I've been here a while. My sometime boyfriend just dumped me here when we found my parents front door locked. Man, he was pissed. Bastard just got back in his fucking Jeep and hauled ass. Just left me here to fend for myself." She lit a fresh cigarette and said, "That's why I'm here." then exhaled over her shoulder.</P><P>"Uh, you lost me somewhere. Tell me again why you're on my front steps and not yours"</P><P>"The key that's supposed to be under the flowerpot wasn't there and the house was dark and quiet. You place was all lit up, and well...I'm a bit scared of the dark. Besides, don't neighbors usually have keys to each others houses? You know for emergencies and shit?"</P><P>The tip of her cigarette lit up her face as she took another deep drag.</P><P>"I guess that makes sense, but in this case...this neighbor has no key to your parents house. Sorry, hon."</P><P>"Well, fuck! Now what do I do?"</P><P>Ok, this would be the right time to show some empathy and a little class, but those were qualities that seemed to escape me at moments like this. Maybe it was my carefully trained cock stabbing at my zipper, or her moist young mouth, that made me say, "I guess you could stay here tonight!"</P><P>The change of expression on her face was instantaneous.</P><P>The young bubble gummer was now stunningly sexy. Warm smoke curled playfully over her glossed lips in route to her nose where she inhaled it; tossing her head back seductively.</P><P>Sparkling almond shaped green eyes stared back at me.</P><P>"Oh, yeah? And where would I sleep Mr. Carr?"</P><P>My mind swept through my four bedroom three bath home searching for suitable accommodations, but as usual, my brain typically disengages under pressure.</P><P>I blurted out, "With me of course!" then grinned sheepishly.</P><P>Kim surprised me when she stood and replied, "Cool...works for me!"</P><P>I nimbly found my feet under me and keyed the massive lock on my tall entry door and stepped back so she could step in.</P><P>We stood in the darkness for a few seconds before my nervous hand found the light switch.</P><P>Suddenly, the sunken living room came to life.</P><P>Kim held her hands to her chest and dropped her jaw.</P><P>"What the fuck Mr. Carr! Are you rich?" Those almond eyes scanned my house like a burglar that was in a rush.</P><P>I grinned and nodded, "I do ok. Can I get you something to drink?"</P><P>She dragged again like a movie star and said in her best Sharon Stone voice, "vodka rocks."</P><P>Now, what the fuck was I thinking?</P><P>My minds eye saw me being led from my home by two of Scottsdale's' finest to a waiting squad car with the cherry flashing on top. Naturally, the Hall's were out on their lawn pointing at me while my news team at KNBC filmed it all.</P><P>"Mr. Carr?" A tiny voice from my nightmare made me shake the visions from my head.</P><P>"Hmm?" I said intelligently as I stubbed my cigarette out nonchalantly.</P><P>"Vodka rocks?"</P><P>"Wouldn't you rather have a Dr.Pepper" I replied with a stupid smile. It was hard for me to believe I actually said that.</P><P>She stood on her toes and kissed me quickly right on the mouth.</P><P>"You're too fucking cute...I'm 21 hon, so relax. Garrett right?" Another sexy drag had my knees as weak as my mind. Now, here's where those Masters Degrees come in handy. All the college credits in the world had prepared me for this moment.</P><P>I hunched down and replied, "What?" and made it a point to look her in the eyes as I said it!</P><P>Kim snuffed out her cigarette and said, "Everything cool with you Garrett?" which pissed me off because she was calmer than I was.</P><P>I regained my composure, "Vodka rocks it is." and pulled a pair of tumblers from the glass shelf behind my bar and executed a world class pour . Then with the precision of a surgeon splashed three cubes in each glass.</P><P>After that, well things get blurry.</P><P>I do remember the moment she when she uttered the words I hadn't heard in 25 years.</P><P>"I'm a virgin baby, so please take it easy at first!"</P><P>Once again, my mind did a rewind to the earlier film at eleven with me in handcuffs and scowling neighbors.</P><P>And once again, I showed my brilliance.</P><P>With her long dark hair fanned against my snow white pillows, she laid on my left arm and with our lips almost touching, I replied, "Hmm?" then closed my eyes in horror at my stupidity.</P><P>"Virgin hon. That means my hymen is intact. I bumped it once with my vibrator, and Jenny said to just do it, and shove it in, but I chickened out."</P><P>I felt myself gulp.</P><P>"Jenny? Who's Jenny?"</P><P>"Oh, Jenny is my roommate at NAU hon. We're not you know, sweethearts or nothing, but we do fuck around kissing and eating each other out and shit. But we don't fuck each other except scissor style."</P><P>My mind slipped into overdrive as I pictured this hot Eurasian chick nibbling on my neck being eaten out by another college hottie. Plus, to me...there's nothing sexier than two women rubbing their cunts together as they hold hands and lean back with their legs scissor style and fuck each other to wondrous climaxes!</P><P>But, the time had come for me to step up.</P><P>"I'll be gentle."</P><P>Ok, it wasn't Shakespeare, but it was a start.</P><P>It had been a while since I kissed a teenager that loved kissing as much as my neighbors daughter. Her tongue made love to my lips slowly building my arousal. The saliva generated just made her hotter. She slurped the dangling stringers between our mouths as if it were spaghetti.</P><P>Soft moans, and heavy breathing had my cock bubbling. She would just scoop it off with her forefinger and slip it between perfect pink lips. Then she would drag it slowly out of her warm mouth, kiss me with her tongue and go back for more.</P><P>Delicate fingers toyed with my stiff nipples as she worked her hand down to my throbbing cock.</P><P>She paused around the faint hairs and rubbed them.</P><P>"Nice baby. I was hoping you weren't bushy down there."</P><P>I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had always been bushy. I was Greek and Greek men are typically very bushy, unless they happen to read Playboy. Since I was an early subscriber to the decadent and debauchery filled lifestyle promoted there, I agreed with the masses. I adopted the philosophy that a debonair man such as myself, needed manscaping.</P><P>Since I considered the magazine the ten commandments for cocksmen like me, I had been manscaped ever since.</P><P>The pride between my legs stood erect for the Eurasian goddess as she pulled the skin down my uncut dick and licked the dark flesh under the rim. More cum dribbled down my thick shaft covering her small knuckles, but that didn't stop her.</P><P>She was picnicking around my cock savoring the experience as if it were her first time.</P><P>"Is this the first time for you hon? You're really doing a great job! Now,where would you learn all this?"</P><P>"Thanks baby...Yeah, first time, but I do watch a lot of porn."</P><P>Add mind reader to cock worshiper.</P><P>The moment of truth came when she sucked it in her warm mouth. I leaned up on my elbows and watched my Eurasian honey suck on my cock like a porn star. Those pink lips left little ringlets indicating how far she had taken me with each thrust. My veins looked like they would pop any second as she rubbed them with her thumb.</P><P>I didn't want to be selfish and be the only one receiving pleasure , so I sent my right hand down on pussy patrol.</P><P>Suddenly, I caught my finger on something I had never felt before. It was shiny and slippery, and clearly not flesh!</P><P>"Uh, Kim?"</P><P>She looked up with cum dripping from her chin, "Hmm?"</P><P>"Babe, you have something down there."</P><P>A wide grin fell across her face, "Clit ring, baby."</P><P>Again, "Hmm?"</P><P>A man never appreciates chucking in bed, but frankly I chuckled with her.</P><P>"It's a clit ring. Supposed to enhance the sexual experience."</P><P>"Well, does it?" I asked boldly.</P><P>"How the fuck do I know? But, I'll tell you soon...I hope."</P><P>Well, of course she didn't know. A clit ring supposedly vibrates against the clit as the mans cock slides over it, but since she had never had a real cock in her, naturally she didn't know.</P><P>Keeping that in mind, I flipped her on her back and crawled between her narrow hips. I glanced down and saw her clit ring was vertical which seemed logical since womens pussies are vertical as well.</P><P>That is unless you're on Saturn or Pluto where the vagina is kept in the females purse.</P><P>I kept my weight off her by leaning on my elbows. My big cock was at the door.</P><P>Kim smiled and said, "This is a big moment. I've masturbated to this till my fingers are raw. Now, don't fuck this up for me!"</P><P>As we all know by now, working under pressure was not my strong suit.</P><P>I said, "Ok, hang a minute. I need to do some reconnaissance."</P><P>I slid down her sweaty body and pushed her thighs apart.</P><P>While she was very wet, her pussy lips had stuck together.</P><P>My experienced tongue worked up and down her slit until they loosened. I was so turned on staring at her clit ring, I just had to bite it and for some crazy reason, it made me want to hum!</P><P>Hmmmm.</P><P>The flood gates opened as her legs shuddered squirts from her first climax.</P><P>"Awww up here and fuck me!"</P><P>I moved up her trembling body, not even pausing for some tit sucking where her mouth clamped on my neck as she groaned, "Fuck it...don't be gentle... baby. Go on...hurt me!"</P><P>Her hands went to my ass cheeks and she jerked as I rammed and it was on.</P><P>Just a few whimpers later, she cried, "Perfect! Now fuck the shit out of me!"</P><P>We banged the headboard until it fell straight down the wall.</P><P>Then the bed danced around the hardwood floors as my teen lover practiced her cursing!</P><P>"Oh, fuck. This is so fucking great! Oh, shit, baby...my cunt's on fire!"</P><P>I managed to hang on as my neighbors daughter fucked the shit out of ME!</P><P>We had our moment together and that rocked her world!</P><P>"Oh my God...Oh baby. Fuck that was intense. Remind me in the morning to go back to Fashion Square and tip that fucker that did my clit ring!" Kim sat up and lit a cigarette.</P><P>I just laid there spent and exhausted. My chest was sweaty and heaving when she asked, "Ok, so how soon before you're ready to go again, baby?" She dragged and exhaled simultaneously.</P><P>I leaned up on one elbow and said, "What's the hurry hon? We have lots of time."</P><P>Kim turned her head and looked down at me. "What do you mean, we have lots of time?"</P><P>I tilted my head and said, "Your folks won't be back for ten days."</P><P>Kim stood and jumped up and down on the bed. "Ten days?!!!"</P><P>We fucked the rest of the night.</P><P>The next morning, as she sucked on my cock, I called the nit wit boyfriend and asked him to drop off her suitcases at my house.</P><P>I made it sound urgent so he did come right over.</P><P>There were no words spoken as he handed me her single suitcase.</P><P>I glanced up at Kim on the porch as she stood on one foot while the other camped on her knee. She looked so sexy in my NYU tee shirt that fell off one shoulder slightly. A cigarette poised by her pouty lips like a like a Vegas hooker.</P><P>Kim nodded, and the kid turned on his bare feet and jogged back to his yellow Jeep.</P><P>Once inside, we discovered she only had a few outfits and no sexy lingerie.</P><P>I looked down at her and said, "Traveling kinda light aren't you?"</P><P>"I thought I was just going to visit my parents. I had no clue this would happen!"</P><P>"What happened?"</P><P>My brilliant mind was on display once again. I should have expected the answer because she was so young, but I was totally unprepared when she replied, "I fell in love."</P><P>That called for a day of shopping at the Fashion Square Mall.</P><P>Kim was just a teen, but she was my teen and I wanted the best for her.</P><P>She became the best dressed teen in Scottsdale.</P><P>I filled the spare bedroom closet with designer dresses, 'coach' handbags, shoes from Gucci, even a Louis Vuitton bag for her essentials.</P><P>The next stop was Victoria's' Secret and dropped a bundle.</P><P>I adorned her wrist with a Rolex Princess, and a four carat tennis bracelet to match.</P><P>During the day, we rode horses to the top of Camelback mountain where there was a small gazebo overlooking the valley below.</P><P>We fucked the afternoons away, and at night, danced under the stars at the Borgada.</P><P>The locals referred to us as 'the couple' from Dreamy Draw, as we became inseparable.</P><P>Finally, on day nine, I drove her back to college.</P><P>We stood across from each other holding each others hands in the NAU parking lot to say our goodbyes.</P><P>Kim had tears streaming down her face.</P><P>"What's wrong, baby?" I asked my princess.</P><P>"I can't do this. I just can't let you go."</P><P>"Hey, you're a woman now. You're strong and independent."</P><P>She pursed her glossy lips and answered, "You're so right. Thanks to you."</P><P>A tear fell across my cheek as I drove away looking in the rear view mirror.</P><P>I stopped at the stop light and watched her in my side mirrors.</P><P>Kim was waving until her friends came running out to greet her. I saw her excitedly lower her head and hold her arm out showing off her new jewelry.</P><P>The light changed as she blew me a kiss and I drove away.</P><P>Kim's parents never knew their sweet daughter had been in town for nine days, and certainly never heard about the couple from Dreamy Draw.</P><P>Think I should tell them?</P><P>Nah, me neither.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/mature/ten-days-in-the-valley.aspx">Ten Days In The Valley</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/mature/ten-days-in-the-valley.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-41315143605282945032012-05-26T06:09:00.001-07:002012-05-26T06:09:00.473-07:00My Cousin Shannan My first time with my cousin Shannan.Its only in the last couple of months that I’ve developed feelings for my first cousin, Shannan. Shannan is aged 18, originally from London but now studying at university in Plymouth. <P>Last week I invited her to stay with me in my university halls of residence for a weekend. I live in Cheltenham, and she could easily travel from Plymouth by train. I met Shannan off the train at Cheltenham Railway Station on Friday evening, and was amazed at how smartly she had dressed. </P><P>“You’re looking good today”. I commented. </P><P>“Thanks”, she replied. </P><P>We got the bus back towards my halls of residence, chatting about what we’d been doing lately. On our arrival, we decided it was late and so we cooked a meal which we both enjoyed, and retired to bed. </P><P>There was, however, one problem. Shannan had forgotten her sleeping bag, and I only had a single bed. I decided that this wasn’t a problem, and we both agreed to share the bed. </P><P>We hadn’t long got in to bed when my cock got hard. I tried to hide it, but she noticed. Once I knew she had noticed, it got only harder. </P><P>Shannan turned round to face me, and wrapped one arm round me. The other moved down towards my cock and she grabbed hold of it. I wrapped my arms around her. It was clear that this was going to be my first sexual experience with another person…with my own cousin! </P><P>“I love you, Matt”. Said Shannan. Then, I moved my head closer to hers, and we kissed passionately. My tongue danced around Shannan’s in her mouth, and she let out a moan to show her appreciaton. Shannan pulled back. She looked at me directly in the eye and then smiled. I took my top off. Shannan took hers off. I reached behind her back and took her bra off for her. I now had, for the first time ever, an uninterrupted view of her massive, sexy tits. I’d fanaticized about this for years. </P><P>I immediately buried my head in Shannan’s tits, licking them all over. Shannan meanwhile reached to pull off the bottom half of my pyjamas. My cock was rock hard. I told her to take hold of it with her hand and work it. She jerked it for me, whilst I licked and played with her tits. The sensation of having her hand grasping my cock was amazing: never before had anyone else seen me naked and horny, let alone touched me! </P><P>I kissed Shannan again, pushing my tongue in to her mouth. This wasn’t a one-off bit of fun. We were genuinely in love with each other. We didn’t care that we were cousins. We both felt that if two people wanted each other, then they could have each other. </P><P>Grabbing Shannan by the waist, I moved my cock towards her pussy. Slowly, I put it in. No condoms here: we were doing this all naturally. I started to move my cock in and out. Kissing passionately as we went, I started to speed up until I was fucking her hard. I was enjoying every minute. Shannan clearly was too, she was moaning loud enough to wake up everyone in the halls of residence! </P><P>I was getting close to cumming now. I told Shannan and she asked me to keep going as I was. So I did, moving my cock in and out of her pussy, loving the sight of her large tits. Until I felt it. I was ready to cum. The sensation travelled through my body for just a short second, and then I came. Thick cum shot out the end of my cock, straight in to Shannan’s pussy. </P><P>I kissed Shannan again. And we fell asleep there and then. We still have regular sex to this day. </P><P>Not a true story, but based on a fantasy I have. I have changed our names to protect our privacy.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/incest/my-cousin-shannan.aspx">My Cousin Shannan</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/incest/my-cousin-shannan.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-82571913038501049602012-05-26T06:09:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:09:00.228-07:00The Change Up Finally a break comes my way. The children are off to college, the wife has to go out of the country for two months on business. I can’t remember the last time we had sex. She used to dress in all types of lingerie for me. It helped me suppress some of my crossdressing desires. That stopped and my crossdressing started to grow again. What an opportunity for me, I can change up and dress the entire time except for when I have to go to the office. Lucky me, most times I work from home. <P>Sunday, my first day alone, I take a long bath and finally remove all that unwanted hair except for a small strip about my clitty. After the bath I rub lotion all over my clean body and walk over to the mirror to really see what I look like. I tuck my clitty between my legs and look up. Months of hard working out in the gym finally gave me a flat tummy and the girly look I had been looking for. I turn side ways and take a peek, I even have a great looking ass. If only I can get the nerve to go out dressed, hiding at home dressed when nobody is at the house has gotten old.</P><P>I managed a few times to get all dollied up and drive around. Even one time I drove to a town close by and attempted to go in a friendly bar that catered to all kinds, and lost my nerve. I told myself this time it would be different.</P><P>I head up to my hiding place for all my fem items. Over the years I've ended up with 2 trunks worth of fem attire hidden in the attic. I move my collection to my bedroom closet and put away all my things. I locate my favorite lavender camisole and matching thong with pretty flowers on it and slip them on. Oh what type of finger and toe nail polish first? I pick out a coral pink neon color. While waiting for the polish to dry between coats, I go to a few of my favorite websites to see what new clothes, shoes and accessories I can order. I find a real nice party dress with ¾ lace sleeves, scalloped tiers of lace with beading, you can never go wrong with a little black dress. The shoe site has these cute black pumps with 4” heels and rhinestone criss cross straps. I place my orders, they should be here by Friday. I can’t wait!</P><P>The week drags by, the only benefit I don’t need to go the office, and this gives me a chance to work on my makeup skills. By Thursday morning I finally get the look I have been looking for. My eyes have a nice smokey look and after blending the foundation colors correctly, the makeup, blush and lip stick looks great.</P><P>Friday morning and I start my regular routine, check for unwanted hair, a little waxing if needed, quick shower then rub moisturizer on my body. I slip on my bra with C cup forms, pull up my thong gaff and tuck my clitty away. Quick makeup job, bob wig, pair of black short shorts, violet sleeveless shirt that I tie the bottom of the shirt in a knot, and a pair of sandals. I sit down at my work station and start plugging away at today’s assignments. I become so accustomed to be dressed that I don’t think off it any more. Morning goes by fast, after lunch I am almost finished up for the day when the door bells rings. Not thinking I go to answer the door.</P><P>Before I realize the door is open I am looking at my mail lady, Emily. She is holding two packages that require my signature. (My mind is racing…..does she recognize me? How should I sign? Use my fem name Deedra or Dan?). Emily looks at me and has a big smile on her face.</P><P>Emily says, "Hi, Dan, you look really cute. I need you signature for these packages why don’t we step inside so you can get a pen?"</P><P>I turn away and walk back to my work station.</P><P>She says, "Boy that's a nice ass you have in those shorts."</P><P>I almost stop in my tracks, my face in turning bright red. I pick up my pen, turn around and Emily is right in front of me and the front door is closed!</P><P>She says, "I need Dan’s signature on these two packages, but you don’t look like Dan today. What name should I call you when you are dressed?"</P><P>I have a confused look on my face and am speechless!</P><P>Emily says, "I have been delivering packages here that come from companies that I know sell to crossdressers. I have suspected that you have been dressing for years. I know your wife is away and I finished my route early today and drove over in my car to see if I was right. So what shall I call you?"</P><P>I can barely talk and manage to say, "Deedra."</P><P>"Ooh I like that name."</P><P>"Are you going to tell my wife?"</P><P>Emily says, "No silly, you are so sexy, I was hoping that you were a cross dresser."</P><P>"Are you going to keep my secret?"</P><P>"Only if you do a few things for me," she says.</P><P>"What is that?"</P><P>"You have to make love to me."</P><P>Emily kicks off her shoes, unbuckles her pants and they drop to the floor. Then she unbuttons her shirt and drops that to the floor. She pulls a hair band out and flicks her head, lets her brunette hair fall down past her shoulders. Standing in front of me is a petite woman about 5’ 4” with cute red shelf bra and matching panties. "Well what do you think?" she says.</P><P>"You are so hot, but I don’t understand with that body why would you want me….you could have anybody."</P><P>"Not all guys can handle a girl like me and you are so cute silly girl." Emily slides her panties down and out pops nice little cock.</P><P>"Wow that looks fantastic, you look so beautiful. Are you sure you want me?"</P><P>"Get on you knees and suck my cock and you’ll understand!" she says.</P><P>I kneel down and start to stroke her cock, then reach down to cup her small balls and find that she also has a pussy. I look up into her eyes and understand. I lick just the head of her cock and it grows hard. Now it's time to tease her cock…. I run my finger nails up one side down to other side as it starts to twitch. I slip her cock into my mouth, turn my head so my tongue's on one side of her cock and go down on her cock. I pull my head up slowly and stop just before the tip pop out of my mouth… then I rotate my head to the other side of her cock and repeat the process.</P><P>I add a tongue swish at the top stroke before turning my head back to work the other side. Emily's moaning. After about 20 strokes…I stop the slow rotation method and start to bob up and down going down to her base and all the way up to tip of the head, making sure to suck really hard when on at the top the head only and then back down again.</P><P>I do this over and over again. After a few minutes of this I can tell that she is getting really hot, I can even taste some pre cum.</P><P>"Oh Baby," Emily says, "we need to stop and get somewhere more comfortable! My knees are ready to collapse."</P><P>I get up off my knees…. she grabs my hand and whispers in my ear, "Where did you learn to suck cock like that!"</P><P>"First you didn’t let me finish you off. I always love the taste of cum, there’s not one cock or cum that tastes the same. When I was a teenager and started to cross dress some of my high school friends found out and told some of the other boys on the track team. They made me dress for them and suck them all off for the last years of high school. After a while I started to love the taste of cum and could tell the difference of which cock was is my mouth. Then when I went off to college I met my wife and put off the crossdressing and put the cocksucking aside. I haven’t done this since high school, but you never forget how to suck cock to the brink of explosion, and not letting them cum was one of my specialties."</P><P>"How does my cock rate?" she asks.</P><P>"It’s first class! Just the right size to get all my tricks to work. My I ask a few person questions if you don’t mind."</P><P>Emily says, "Ok."</P><P>"Would you tell me about how you ended up with both sexes?"</P><P>"That’s for another time… I need you now, let's go to your bedroom."</P><P>We walk up the stairs to my bedroom….anticipation has me floating up the stairs as my ass sways back and forth. Hoping that Emily might break my virgin ass. As I open the door Emily grabs my ass then pushes me on the bed. She lands on top of me and we start to kiss. She slips her tongue into my mouth and has my clitty busting to get out. We both stop for air and she pulls my shorts off.</P><P>"My…. what a nice job," she says. "Your skin is so smooth, I like the floral gaff thong…let's see what’s hiding under these?"</P><P>She pulls my thong down and out flops my clitty.</P><P>"Let’s see how much this grows," she says. She starts to blow her HOT breath on my clitty and it comes to life and grows to its full size. "Wow looks like a good 9” cock….boy I can have a lot a fun with this."</P><P>I grab Emily and we flop around on the bed and start to kiss again. After a few minutes I reach and remove her bra and start to rub her nipples. This hits one of her hot spots and she starts to wiggle with ecstasy. I can tell that she's ready for the next step. I break away and start to go down on her again.</P><P>"No, Deedra, let's do 69. I need to suck your clitty. I want to be on top."</P><P>"Ok."</P><P>I lay down and Emily brings her prize to me… oh my what to do first? I lick the top of her cock and slide down to her pussy, spend a little time on her clit then slip further down to her ass hole and give her a rim job. I can tell that Emily is enjoying this because she is going down on my clitty and she stops for a minute, grabs the lube off the dresser and lubes my ass. She slowly slides one finger in me. Then she starts sucking hungrily on my clitty again. We work each other over for what seams to be an eternity.</P><P>Emily says, "Oh baby…..I’m so close. Can you finger my pussy while you are sucking my cock?"</P><P>"Ok."</P><P>I start to bob up and down on her cock and at the same time on the up stroke run my tongue around the tip of her cock while my hand works her clit. Her pussy juices start to flow down my fingers. I slide my hand down to her ass, slip one of my moist fingers into her hole. Her cock is now pulsating in my mouth. Emily starts going even faster on my clitty and she has worked up to 3 fingers in my ass now, working them hard. I am ready to explode and can tell she is ready too. I slide my hand back up and start working her clit again, rubbing it between my thumb and index finger.</P><P>"Oh baby," Emily says, "Don’t stop I ready to cum!"</P><P>She starts to shudder. I feel her cum shooting up her cock into my month. Oh my it’s so sweet, not too thick and a full month full. I swallow it down. At the same time her pussy floods my fingers and the taste of cum in my mouth makes me explode. She then licks up my cum and puts my clitty back in her mouth. We both suck each other dry. Emily snuggles up to me and rubs my body.</P><P>"I haven’t cum both ways for years, you're fantastic," she says.</P><P>We rest for about an hour as we caress each other bodies, then both of us get dressed.</P><P>Emily says, "I still need Deedra to sign for the packages…by the way what’s in the packages?"</P><P>"A little black dress and new pair of shoes. I was planning on going over to Elsie club in Flairsville tonight. I hear they are friendly to all types."</P><P>"Have you been out dressed before?"</P><P>"No," I said. "I have driven over there before but have been afraid to get out to the car and go in. I don’t think I can pass for a girl and would get picked on."</P><P>"Oh Baby I will pick you up at 9 O’clock and we will go together. You will pass for a t-girl without a problem." She kisses me again. "I have a lot of friends at Elsie."</P><P>My head is spinning as Emily is walking out the door. Maybe my fantasy of Emily breaking my virgin pussy with her cock will come true tonight.</P><P>To be continued....</P><P>(This is my first story, please be gentle with your comments.)</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/crossdressing/the-change-up.aspx">The Change Up</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/crossdressing/the-change-up.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-87150037775432380712012-05-26T06:08:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:08:00.075-07:00The Trespasser An older American man and younger Scottish woman tell the story of how they met and became friends.<B>His POV</B> <P>It was a beautiful Summer day and I had decided to spend it working at my hunting land, cutting some trees that bent across the trails during an ice storm in the Winter. I was hiking down a trail through lush green Wisconsin woodland, listening to the songbirds and mentally apologizing to them for the ruckus I would soon be making. I had a chainsaw in hand and a hardhat on my head. But first, I had a different call of nature to answer to. I set the saw and hardhat down and stepped off the trail near my deepest pond to take a leak, never expecting that one of my oldest fantasies would come true that day.<BR><B>Her POV</B></P><P>Where the fuck did this guy come? I'm having a swim in a pond on the property my Yank husband just recently inherited in rural Wisconsin. At least I thought it was on our property. Turns out I was a wee bit over the border, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was riding on my husband's ATV to familiarize myself with the trails and borders when I came upon this tantalizing pond. The weather was prime for a dip and I thought I was safely hidden from all eyes.</P><P>I've barely had 10 minutes when I look up and see this yellow safety helmet bobbing through the trees. Underneath it is an older looking woodsman or maybe lumberjack is the word. Before I go any further, please forgive me if I don't get the lingo right as I've only been in America for two years. He's tall and he's wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and carrying a chainsaw. He doesn't seem to like shaving as he's got about a two week white beard.</P><P>I tuck up behind a bush so he doesn't spy me. I'm not wearing a stitch and even though he's trespassing, I don't want to make a scene, at least not until he threatens one of my trees. But it never gets that far, because he sets his saw down, and starts having a pee. He doesn't just pull his willy through his fly. He opens his belt and his jeans and drops his boxers enough so his balls are hanging halfway to his knees. His cock isn't very impressive and he also doesn't have much pressure in his firehose. I don't know why he looks my way, but he spys me and his eyes just about pop out of his noggin.</P><P><B>His POV</B></P><P>I was just about finished when a ripple in the water caught my attention and I turned to see a naked woman hiding behind a bush at the water's edge and watching me. This was one of those dream-come-true moments for me. I don't know why, but I had often fantasized about being caught while pissing by a beautiful naked woman out in the woods. Something about whipping my taproot out in the wide open makes me think of naked women. It was clear that she knew I'd seen her, so I finished as nonchalantly as possible, tucked my lizard back in and said, "Sorry Ma'am. I didn't intend to expose myself to you."</P><P>She said, "Oi, no problem, but please go away now. You're trespassing on private property." </P><P>"I'm very sorry ma'am, but I think there are three things you should know. No wait, four things. There are four things you should know. First, you're on my land without my permission. If you came here on the trail from the Walters' property, the fence is about 100 yds. that away, but it's not easy to see at the trail because a tree fell on it. I was just heading that way to fix it."</P><P>"Oh, damn! I'm sorry. I was hoping this lovely pond was mine. I was riding the trails on the Walters' property. I didn't mean to trespass. If you'll turn around, I'll just get out and leave."</P><P>"Well that's okay, Ma'am, there's no harm done and if you're a friend of Bud Walters, you can ride here if you want. I'll fix the fence, but you'll be able to open it so you can ride my trails. Just don't ride here from September to January. But the second thing you should know is that there are snapping turtles in that pond. I fished a big one out for soup last week and threw one back that wasn't quite big enough."</P><P>"Well, I'm not afraid of snapping turtles, they don't bite if you leave them alone. Now please, just give me some privacy and I'll be on my way."</P><P>"Well I didn't think it was gonna bite you, but people around here know that snappers bring hitchhikers when they move from pond to pond. The third thing you might want to consider is that the one I pulled out was hosting about a dozen leeches."</P><P>"Leeches! Arghhh!"</P><P>It was actually comical watching her thrash her way out of the water and scurry behind the bush that she had hung her clothes on.</P><P>"Oh shit, there's one on my arm!"</P><P>"Don't pull it..."</P><P>Too late. She grabbed it and pulled it off. The mouth end didn't let go and the leech broke, squirting blood on her arm. Then the fun began.</P><P>"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as she wobbled a bit and then collapsed in a heap into the wild raspberry stickers. I rushed over and she was passed out, blood streaming from her arm and an almost serene look on her pretty face. I quickly grabbed her bra from the bush and wrapped it around her arm so one cup would pad the bleeding wound and its still sucking cause, a fat half-leech. Then I tied her other arm to the first with the straps. I covered her bare and very gorgeous breasts with her T-shirt. I thought about taking off my shirt to cover her flame red pubic patch, but I quickly decided that it might not be a good idea for her to wake up and find a half-naked, almost bald, gray haired and grizzled old codger hovering over her. The only thing about that that I could do anything about was keep my shirt on.</P><P>I held her trapped wrists with one hand as I tapped her face gently and called to her.</P><P>"Miss. Miss. Miss. Wake up."</P><P><B>Her POV</B></P><P>"Ohhhhhhh. What the..." I look up and start to struggle, but the dozen small pains in my bare backside quickly become 100 and he's holding my bound arms with a surprising amount of strength for a guy his age.</P><P>"Don't struggle. You're safe. I promise. You fainted and fell into the stickers. Your arm is bleeding and there might be more leeches on you. No! Take it easy. They won't kill you, but you can't just pull them off. Let me pull you up and we can get you dressed and cleaned up and I'll get the bloodsuckers off you. Just promise me you won't pull anymore of them."</P><P>"You'll get them off?" I ask.</P><P>"Yes, just don't worry about them for now. Just hold onto my hands and I'll hoist you straight up. See if we can't minimize the damage to that pretty ass. On the count of three, now. One, two, three."</P><P>He hauls me up and once again his strength amazes me. I'm not light and he's not particularly well muscled, but when he tightens everything at once, his pull feels solid and unstoppable. My shirt falls to the ground and his eyes seem like they're drawn to my breasts by magnets. He frees one wrist and ties my bra around the wound on the other. I bend over to grab my shirt but he says, "You need to check all over, every square inch, even between your toes and behind your ears and any other places they might hide."</P><P>He must sense that I don't trust him. Not that I have any real choice. But I suddenly catch his Monty Python reference and I start to feel better. People who quote Monty Python skits aren't usually serial killers. At least I think not. </P><P>"Don't worry, Ma'am. I made a promise to my wife that all beautiful redheaded damsels-in-distress would be safe with me this week. No promises about next week though."</P><P>The fact that he addresses my fear so directly helps. If he's going to hurt me, I think he'll just do it, not waste time telling me he won't. He's got me out here where nobody can see what happens. I decide that the leeches are a bigger concern. Add to that that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and this was more excitement than I'd had in many months.</P><P>"Uh... this is embarrassing. I can't see everywhere. Will you inspect the areas I can't see?"</P><P><B>His POV</B></P><P>My heart thumped and my swizzle stick stirred at that request. "Well, like where do you mean?"</P><P>"Like my whole backside. I can't see my own arse!"</P><P>"Your arse? Are you a Brit? Around here we say ass."</P><P>"I'm a Scot, so yes, technically I'm a Brit, but my husband's a Yank, excuse me an American, and he likes the way I say arse. So how about it?"</P><P>"We've been called worse than Yank, Ma'am. I'll be happy to look at your arse for you and I'll try not to enjoy it too much."</P><P>She pulled her long red wet tresses to one side and I confirmed that her back was clear. I knelt behind her and checked the backs of her legs, which were also clear. "Do you want to spread your cheeks or should I?"</P><P>"Oh god this is embarrassing." She leaned forward and pulled her gorgeous buttcheeks open with both hands. There was a leech in there, right about halfway between her wrinkled rosebud and the soft pink folds of her pussy.</P><P>"Good call Ma'am, you've got one on your taint." It was crawling and not attached yet, so I quickly grabbed it and pulled it from her.</P><P><B>Her POV</B></P><P>I feel his hand suddenly dig into my crotch and tug some of my pubic hair.</P><P>"Ooh. Oi! I thought you said not to pull them."</P><P>"Sorry Ma'am, but this one wasn't attached yet. Here, see?" The fat black wriggler was trying to latch onto his thumbnail and I got a little woozy when I thought about where it had almost got a meal. I nodded my head and he threw it back towards the pond.</P><P>"My taint? What's that?"</P><P>"Well, it's right between your... Well it taint puss... er, vagina and it taint er, arse."</P><P>"You do know there's a proper name for that, don't you?"</P><P>"Well, yeah, but most people around here wouldn't know their perineum from their philtrum and they're at opposite ends of the alimentary canal. So it's just called a taint." </P><P>I turn around and laugh and point at the two lines from my upper lip to my nose and say, "Now just keep your eyes on my philtrum while I cover my perineum." He seems disappointed that the show's over, but I notice the bulge in his jeans and I don't want to seem ungrateful. "Thank you for helping me, Sir." </P><P>"Call me Chuck. I'm Charles Cochran. I own this parcel. Lucky I came by when I did, you could have been covered by those things."</P><P>"I'm Alice Walters and I'm pleased to meet you, Chuck."</P><P>"Oh, you must be Mikey Walters' bride. Bud told me he was getting married."</P><P>"We married two years ago. We met in London about five years ago. Now, how do I get this fuckin' parasite off my arm? Pardon my French."</P><P>"Oh, don't worry about your French. I fuckin' speak French, too. The way to get them to release is to put salt on 'em, right near their head. They let go and then die a horrible writhing death."</P><P>"That suits me just fine. I'll ride back to the house to get some salt."</P><P>"I've got some in my camp, if you want. It's just a short walk. I don't think you should ride so soon after going lights out."</P><P>"You'll remember that promise to your wife?" I'm still not sure that I can trust him, but I find myself wanting to get to know him better. I guess you could say that I'm attracted to helpful men and not just on a mental 'he could be useful' level.</P><P>He picks up his chainsaw, puts his safety helmet on his head and says, "Alice, I promise that you'll be remembering the day I tied you up naked for a long time and it will be a happy memory. I love my wife and I'll be relying on you not to <BR>make me regret that I stopped to take a leak here today. If I can trust you on that, you can trust me to take good care of you."</P><P>His American country mannerisms are clearly intended to put me at ease, so I put on my best movie cowboy imitation and say, "You got a bargain, pardner."</P><P>He laughs and then surprises me by putting on a movie aristocrat Brit persona and says, "I say old girl. You're a bit of a smart arse, aren't you?"</P><P>"That's smart ass, pardner. An ass is a dumb animal that you sit on and an arse is... not an animal." I'm pleasantly surprised by how much I'm warming to this man.</P><P>As we walk to his camp, I explain that old Bud passed away in the Spring and left his homestead and lands to Mike. I tell him that Mickey's working in Green Bay and visiting on the weekends and that I teach Summer School at my new job in the county school system, where I have to be very careful to use proper English with the little sprogs. I tell him how I hate living in the city and love the farmhouse so we decided to move here and that Mickey will be moving out of the city in time for Christmas.</P><P>He tells me that he was a retired engineer and an amateur gynecologist. "That's a code for dirty old man."</P><P>I laugh and say, "Not so old I think. You remind me of one of my professors at uni. He's a highlander and has a rugged rural thing going for him." I don't tell him that the older man was my first lover or that I left Scotland after the scandal that caused and moved to England and hated living there, too.</P><P><B>Chuck's POV</B></P><P>The way she talked about her professor sounded like a memory of an old lover, so I took a shot in the dark.</P><P>"Got into your knickers, did he?"</P><P>"Oi! Now who's the smart ass?" She laughed, but it was clear that I had guessed correctly. I also saw a moment of sadness touch her eyes, but it passed quickly. An old hurt had clearly surfaced and I made a note not to mention it again.</P><P>At my camp, I opened the cooler that I keep outside and held up a beer. "Can I beer ya?" It was a domestic knock-off of brown ale and was the closest thing I could find locally to the 'Neukie Browns' that my Brit coworkers had favored when we hit the pubs on my one visit to London. Its main feature is that it doesn't need to be chilled to near freezing like other domestic beers to make it palatable. Alice looked as if she was about to say no, but when she saw that bottle, she changed her mind. "I guess I could use a little liquid courage."</P><P>I twisted the cap off and gave it to her and got one for myself before going inside my small camper trailer. She stepped hesitantly in behind me. "Do you live here, Chuck?"</P><P>"No. this is just my deer camp. I live about 30 miles away. I spend a lot of time here while deer hunting in the Fall, but not much during the rest of the year, except for when I'm doing things to prepare for deer hunting. Do you mind if I change out of this shirt? It's a little warm for long sleeves when I'm not cutting brush."</P><P>"By all means, get comfortable in your own place. I get the feeling you really like deer hunting. I've been wanting to try that since I learned how popular it is here."</P><P>"Well don't count on Mikey to teach you. He's one of the few local boys who never took to it. Bud would be happy to have someone hunting his land. I'd be happy to teach you. Now let's see your arm and I'll show you how this works."</P><P>She removed her bloody bra from her arm and held it out with her eyes averted. "Sorry. I can bear to see a bit of blood, but this is too much." I took the bra and tossed it in the sink then I poured a little salt on the leech's head and it started to writhe. After a few seconds, it dropped off and blood oozed freely from the hole. "Now this part's gonna hurt pardner. Sorry." I poured salt right into the open wound and held her arm tightly as it burned. "This will neutralize and extract the anti-coagulant from their saliva." After about thirty seconds, I wiped the wet salt off with a wet cloth and gave her some toilet tissue.</P><P>"Press that against the hole."</P><P>When the bleeding stopped, I sprayed some Bactine on the wound and taped over it with gauze from my first aid kit.</P><P>"See? Easy peasy. Now I recommend that you get naked again and thoroughly check your whole body, even under your hair. I'll just make us some coffee. I might have tea here if you prefer."</P><P>"Coffee's fine."</P><P>I turned away as she checked herself over.</P><P><B>Alice's POV</B></P><P>When he changed his shirt, I liked that he turned away rather than trying to impress me with his chest. He pulled on a T-shirt over his grey-haired back and for some reason, I thought of a silverback gorilla. He's not that hairy, but he does seem to have the confidence of seniority. I almost laughed when I saw the back of the T-shirt. It says 'Rolling Stones Steel Wheels Tour'. It was over 20 years old and a bit shabby, but not 20 years shabby. I knew him better now and maybe that was his intent. I wonder if he understood how suggestive the big Stones "lips and tongue" emblem on the front of the shirt was. </P><P>I'm also pleased that he turns away now to give me some privacy. He really is being a gentleman and I really appreciate that. I lower my estimate of his age. His skin indicates younger than his white beard and grey hair. He's clearly prematurely grey and lacks the vanity to do anything about that. My curiousity gets the better of me and I ask how he happens to be retired at such a young age.</P><P>"I got sick of working so I fired my employer. I'd made a little money, learned how to make a little money go a long way, avoided the traps of living the American Dream, married a woman who puts up with a cantankerous old coot and we discussed it and decided to starve the beast that was chaining us to the grindstone. We lead a pretty good life."</P><P>"You're not bored?"</P><P>"If you're self-motivating, there's no connection between a paycheck and boredom. I don't need a career to give me things to do."</P><P>'What an interesting philosophy', I think. I could learn a few life lessons from this unconventional man who initially appeared to be rather ordinary. I dig a little deeper.</P><P>"Twice you've referred to yourself as old. Aside from your hair, you don't look a day over fifty."</P><P>"Not a bad guess, Alice. I'm 51. Started going gray when I was 25. Some days I'm 51 going on 90 and some days I'm 51 going on 18. Pretty girls bring out the 18 in me but I'm old enough to know they see me as more of a father or even grandfather than as a stud."</P><P>"Don't sell yourself short, old coot. Some of us like a man who's 15 to 20 years older."</P><P>"You can't be a minute over 30, Alice."</P><P>"What a charmer you are! Let's just say I'm thirty-something. I was well on my way to being on the shelf before I met Mickey. He offered me the American Dream and I might still be able to have the 2.2 sprogs, but I'll skip the big McMansion. The Walters farmhouse is more to my liking."</P><P>"Smart girl. A simple life has its own rewards."</P><P>I know this conversation may be boring to you, but it was doing something to me. I've always had a thing about mentors and he seems the type. Older men overlook a few extra pounds and mentors pass on wisdom so I don't have to learn it the hard way. Something about that excites me. He keeps his back to me the whole time as I check myself and wash up and secretly contrast him to my husband. He seems wiser and more understanding than Mick. Maybe it's a response to the trauma or maybe it just his sexy voice, but I also feel a growing yearning for more physical contact. I'm not ready for action yet, but I want to feel his touch. I lay face down on the bed and say, "It's okay to look now, Chuck."</P><P><B readability="4">Chuck's POV</P><P></B>I turned around to find Alice still naked, lying face down on the bed. "Murky buckets, Alice! You're showing a menu to a starving man."</P><P>"Starving, is it? You said you're married."</P><P>"Married yes, but the menu has been all main course, no appetizer and no dessert for what seems like forever."</P><P>"I was hoping you would spray some of that bottled pain on my pricker scratches."</P><P>"You want bandaids, too?"</P><P>"If you think I should."</P><P>I carefully sprayed all of her scratches and a few of them were deep enough to draw a gasp of pain from her. "Sorry, but you asked for it." I applied small bandages to her back, but two were where she couldn't reach them. "How're you gonna explain these to Mikey?"</P><P>"He won't be here until Friday. I'll manage them off by then."</P><P>I sprayed the last scratch and pressed a bandage over it. It was in the center of her ass cheek and I clearly startled her by touching her there. "That's the last one, Hon. You can get dressed now."</P><P>I turned to look away and I heard her moving behind me.</P><P>"Chuck, would you check me once more in case anything crawled where I can't see it?"</P><P>I turned back and she was up on her elbows and knees with her legs spread slightly. My pecker was not expecting that and it tried to leap right through my jeans.</P><P>"Um, are you going to spread those cheeks for me?"</P><P>"You can do it. I trust you."</P><P>I set my hands on her ass and pulled her cheeks apart with my thumbs. She had an abundance of hair and that doesn't bother me one bit. Some guys like a smoothie or a nice tidy landing strip, but I'm just as happy being a bush pilot. I looked through it very carefully, but after finding it clear, I just stared. I wanted very much to just lean over and kiss her soft pink lips. They were clearly quite wet now and I knew she was tempting me intentionally, but I didn't know why. I decided to let her make the next move. Meanwhile, my snake was wide awake.</P><P>"Do you see something you like on the dessert menu, Chuck??"</P><P><B>Alice's POV</B></P><P>I know it isn't the most subtle way to get my desire across, but each of the pains he caused on my back with his spray increased my excitement. I'm not normally one who enjoys pain, but this was a healing pain delivered by a man who seemed to instinctively push the right buttons. The touches as he applied the bandages felt so... intimate. I felt his warm breath on me when he stared at my arse and pussy and that pushed me over the edge. I want to be faithful to my husband, but he's gone so much and is a rather plain vanilla lover. I hoped Chuck would do what Mickey wouldn't do for me.</P><P>"That strawberry hairpie looks delicious, Alice."</P><P>That's exactly what I had in mind. I pull away from him then, but only to lie on my back with my knees drawn up and together. "Mickey never licks me there. So I can let you do that, but I want him to be the only man who fucks me there."</P><P>"No main course, just a dessert. No problemo, Alice."</P><P>He reaches out to my knees with both hands and then leans in and kisses each kneecap. His hands slide down my outer thighs to my hips and his tongue licks the crack where my knees meet. I can tell that he isn't going to rush, so I open my knees a little. He kisses side to side then, left, right, left, right as I slowly open my knees wider and wider and my pussy gets hotter and hotter. As he moves down my inner thighs, I feel his tongue come out for a lick with each kiss and his lips close and tug a bit before he goes to the other thigh.</P><P>By the time he gets to the edge of my forest, I'm on fire. He licks right down into the creases of both thighs and I pull my knees back to expose my taint. He licks there too, and I moan my appreciation. His tongue crosses the border into my slit and he laps the juices that I know are pooling there. He proceeds up my lips, probing deep and pushing side to side. I feel a finger slide into me and then another joins it. I moan again as his tongue finds my clit. His fingers slip from me then one slides across my taint down to my wrinkled arsehole. I feel a light pressure and let it slip inside. He eases it in and out until I relax and then the second finger pushes in beside it.</P><P>His tongue continues circling my clit while two fingers from his other hand work into my pussy. I pull my hands up to my nipples and begin to gently pinch, twist and pull them. My moans get louder as his hands alternate in my holes, two fingers sliding in while two slide out. His tongue is pushing my clit around quite forcefully now and then his hands begin to push in and out together, faster and faster until the waves of pleasure lift my legs into the air above us and I release all my troubles. I enter the state of bliss that only comes when I know I'm spending time with the right man and I enjoy the mild convulsions that occur as his tongue sweeps past my clit and his hands slow until I'm completely spent and then withdraw from me.</P><P>I know that from this point forward, Mickey will be my husband and we'll have all the great sex that his bigger and younger cock can provide and I will love him in a fashion, but Chuck will be my lover, even if only in my imagination. I know that I will see him again, because he said he'll teach me to hunt. I also know that his wife will be the beneficiary of better sex as a result of this tryst, but I'm not that selfish that I'd receive without giving. I want to be welcome here in his camp in the future and even though the cock I'd seen beside the pond was unimpressive, what he had just delivered orally was well worth rewarding.</P><P>"Mmmmmmmm, that was wonderful. You can order dessert at my diner anytime. But now it's my turn for dessert. Is that a creamsicle making that tent in your jeans?"</P><P><B>Chuck's POV</B></P><P>"Alice really, there's no need to return the..."</P><P>"Does Sir Knight really intend to refuse his Lady's request for sustenance?"</P><P>"Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse? It's just that I..."</P><P>"Enough, Chuck. This is one thing I can't really do with Mickey and I do enjoy it."</P><P>She sat up in the bed, unzipped my jeans and released my leather work belt. One button later and she slid my jeans down and then pulled my boxers over my straining cock. It was ready for action.</P><P>"Sit thee on the royal throne, Sir Knight, and allow this damsel to reward thee in the manner we choose."</P><P>There's only one chair in the camper and it's a nice comfy armchair. I dropped a cushion onto the floor for her knees and sat on the edge of the chair with Winky pointing toward the roof. Alice wasted no time getting comfortable and then taking my saber in hand. She started by stroking it and I immediately felt how much more interested she was in pleasing me manually than my wife had ever been. She seemed to know that it could take a while longer with a man my age and she wasn't trying to rush it. I laid my head back in the chair and just let the sensations of having a really good handjob wash through me. I soon felt the soft wetness of her mouth as she engulfed my cockhead and I looked down to see her eyes looking up at me. I smiled and she continued stroking while she licked the underside like a lollypop. It felt great and she pulled it out just long enough to say, "No need to warn me when it's coming. I swallow. Just relax and let it fill me."</P><P>There's no way to relax with the kind of pressure that was building, but I knew what she meant. Her hand slowly began to stroke a little bit faster and grip a little tighter. Her thumb used some of her saliva as lubricant while it slid on the underside in the special spot just below the tip. Her tongue and lips stayed on and around the head, pushing and squeezing as my breathing got quicker and I felt the tightening deep within that signaled the impending eruption. A few more strokes and a few more licks and my cock was pulsing and my cum was pumping out with more force than I had mustered in longer than I could remember. Alice smiled and stroked and sucked until she had milked every last drop out of me. </P><P>"Now there, that wasn't so bad was it?"</P><P>What can I say? I had a new friend and I could tell she was a true friend. We made plans to see each other in a week and I walked her back to her ATV. Just before she drove off, she turned and asked, "What's the fourth thing I should know?" </P><P>I put on my best imitation of a deepwoods redneck and said "You got a purty mouth."</P><P>"Ahahahahahaha. I saw that movie. Deliverance. You would have scared the shit out of me with that line if the leech hadn't done me. Now I've got another question for you. I don't suppose your wife lets you fuck her in the arse?" She smiled and drove off as I stood there stunned. She didn't need to know that my real fourth thing that she needed to know was that her picture was being taken by a motion-sensing camera that I use to photograph deer coming to drink at the pond. I couldn't wait to retrieve the memory card and see what shots it had captured.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/the-trespasser.aspx">The Trespasser</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/the-trespasser.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-25680189788658929612012-05-26T06:07:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:07:00.379-07:00It Started With a Kiss “Just how stupid can you be girl?” “Ohhh .. that feels soooo great!” The thoughts ran through my mind simultaneously. <P>What had started as simply a fun evening with friends to celebrate New Year had become one of those ‘Once in a lifetime’ experiences. </P><P>It started simply enough. I met the others at Bob’s place, the plan was to have a few wines, some pizza and pickies, then to go and watch the fireworks. The fireworks are usually good, quite spectacular in fact, and a great way to bring in the New Year. It’s great that here in Australia Christmas and New Year are in summer, lovely warm evenings.</P><P>That part worked well enough, but somehow as we were moving through the crowd by the Yarra River I was separated from the others. No big problem, plenty of people around, a real party atmosphere, and the music loud and entertaining. </P><P>As midnight came the countdown to New Year was broadcast, then the fireworks started. Rockets, bombs, fountains, noise, colour and awe. Beautiful is the word to describe it. The party reaction was to hug and kiss anyone in sight, friends, strangers, guys, girls, the police, the ambos, anyone... and enjoy it! Some of the kisses and hugs became a bit more friendly, had to stop the odd grope at times, but was all in a good fun spirit.</P><P>Then it happened! I was in the arms of this stranger, his arms around me, the kiss lingered, and then our mouths melded as our bodies came close. It felt soooooo good. My breasts pressed against his chest, my pelvis against his, a full body hug. I was on my toes as the kiss developed into a full passionate event. His hand slipped to my bum, then pulled me strongly into him. I felt his response to the pressure, he was definitely growing! And I simply put my arms around his neck and helped pull him close.</P><P>“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he whispered as he came up for air.</P><P>Looking around I saw nothing but hundreds and hundreds of people in the party mood, “Like where?”</P><P>“Over near the shops,” he said.</P><P>We worked our way through the crowds, holding each other tight – there was no way we were going to be separated! Eventually we slipped into the darker recess of the shop doorway, just off the main footpath where people were passing in their hundreds. But it was comparatively quiet and private.</P><P>Almost immediately we kissed with open, hungry mouths, his body pushing me back against the shop window. His hands started groping their way around my willing body. First my breasts outside my tee shirt, then inside.... quite roughly squeezing one, then rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Pushing his obvious erection against my pelvis, making me rise on my toes to fit his body better. I groaned with pleasure ... to feel this strong body so close was exhilarating. Then his hand reached down, searching for the opening of my wrap-round skirt. He found it, pushing it to one side his hand went in search of my panties. Then I felt them being pulled, sliding over my cheeks, slipping down my thighs, then simply dropping onto the floor.</P><P>By then his hand had lost interest in my panties, his fingers were searching for my pussy. Finding the lips, already wet, I was dripping, he pushed a couple of fingers hard into me, rubbing my clit as they passed. I felt my legs part a little to make it easier for him to access and stretched even higher on his neck. </P><P>“Ready?” he asked, obviously not big on foreplay.</P><P>“Mmmm,” was my reply.</P><P>His hand left my vagina, undid his zipper, and pulled out his cock, this all kind of hidden by my skirt. I felt it happen, never seeing anything. Then the Moment! Already hard, all he needed to do was aim it correctly and push! It felt huge as it slipped in, maybe it was just the position we were in. I could feel myself banging back against the window as he thrust his cock deep and hard into me, had the thought ‘Hope the window doesn’t break’. In he went, deep and quick. Once, twice, three times – then as he pulled back – disaster!!! - he slipped out!!! Ooooohhhh – the frustration!! Seconds later his hand had guided him back into me, and his rhythm came, the strokes hard and fast, forcing me high on my toes to accommodate him. </P><P>As I looked over his shoulder I could see lots of people still walking past the shop doorway, they needed but to turn their heads to see us, and it wouldn’t take much imagination to work out what we were doing! That was when the thought struck me: “Just how stupid can you be girl?” .... “Ohhh .. that feels soooo great!” </P><P>Wasn’t long before I felt him cum, hard, hot, wet, and lots of it, all being pushed deep inside of me. He groaned, I felt him start to go limp and slip out of me. He quickly put his cock back in his pants, zipped up, then stepped back. My skirt fell naturally into place, leaving us both looking more or less decent. </P><P>“Happy New Year,” he said as he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, turned and disappeared back into the crowd of people still on the footpath.</P><P>I bent down, picked up my panties, and as I straightened I looked into the window on the shop door and saw the little red light blinking. It was their security camera, aimed full on at the spot where we had been so passionately engaged. Maybe if it was real and working the guy who reviewed the night’s tape would have something out of the usual to report! Hope it doesn’t end up as a youtube video!! </P><P>Gradually I came down from that high, and started to head back to Bob’s place. Hadn’t gone very far when I met the friends I’d gone out with.</P><P>“There you are, thought you’d got lost. Anything interesting happen?” Bob asked.</P><P>“Oh, just enjoyed the fireworks and celebrated,” was my reply.</P><P>When we got back to Bob’s place I quickly excused myself, went to the bathroom and cleaned up before anyone actually noticed wet bits or got too curious about what I’d been doing.</P><P>fter that the group grew to about a dozen of us, we spent a couple of hours drinking wine and talking about the New Year. Had a few more wines, the talk developed about taking risks in life, I thought “unprotected sex with a stranger in a public place that is probably recorded on video, that surely counts as taking risks” and then we crashed ‘til later in the day (or year, depending how the heads felt!). Never did know his name but do have happy memories of that New Year.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/quickie-sex/it-started-with-a-kiss-1.aspx">It Started With a Kiss</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/quickie-sex/it-started-with-a-kiss-1.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-75645597970806408232012-05-26T06:06:00.001-07:002012-05-26T06:06:01.019-07:00Jungle Tree House-Part One <B>JUNGLE TREE HOUSE-PART ONE</B> <P>I opened my eyes and the cloudy skies cleared giving way to deep blues filtering through the tree tops. I lay on the jungle floor taking a break from my duties as a intern for a wildlife research team deep in the jungles of South America. The patterns of the dark branches and deep greens framed by the sky blue in between the tree canopy exploded outward in every direction like a spider web. I was taken by the sense of order, the colors, warmth and humidity.</P><P>The jungle is always noisy. The sounds of rain, which seems to be a constant here, wind, the monkey’s, and of course the birds. Constant sounds reminded me of Times Square in NYC. Always buzzing, always loud, and if it got quiet, something was wrong and your personal radar increased substantially.</P><P>Where I worked, there are thousands and thousands of birds. I was near completion of three months of work counting birds in a particular area of the jungle for a major European University's Ornithology Department study on jungle habitat. I had a great summer here. Good people, hard work and it felt like my observations and data input helped define the studies intentions. The research team consisted mostly of academics and scientists along with a handful of us interns, like me, hoping to break into the field.</P><P>We had four interns from all over the globe working on the study. Three guys and one young woman from Japan. Although we mixed well with the powers to be, the interns still clung together as we had much more in common both in age as well as our assigned duties as research interns. Tamiko the lone female intern was stunning. Her asian looks, beautifully toned skin, almost always moist in the thick equatorial air, was always a pleasure to spend time with. I loved the days when I was assigned to work with her.</P><P>The work of an intern is pretty much doing the grunt work of research. We take bird counts, pick up feathers, capture birds with mist nets, band their legs, release them, ect. You are moving around a lot, peering through binoc’s with perspiring, salty faces that always burn your eyes, laying on the buggy ground, climbing trees, and just getting sweaty and filthy.</P><P>When I worked with Tamiko, getting dirty didn’t matter. The harder we worked the sweatier she got and her light clothing adhered to her curvy form. I loved it. She was so cute. It just made the day pass a little easier. I did my job and daydreamed about her all day.</P><P>Tamiko was always very serious about her work. We rarely engaged in any personal flirtation. I think for Tamiko, this was a survival technique. I’m sure she gets her fair share of men hitting on her. She just has that quality and sense about her. A fine looking young woman, smart, and dedicated to her work, and willing to get down and get dirty in pursuit of data for research.</P><P>Tamiko was quite amazing really. This made her even more attractive to most men but her cold demeanor kept most at bay with her professional attitude. Me, I just loved looking at her.</P><P>Through-out our stay in the jungle, 58 miles from the nearest village, it was all work and little play. Supplies and food were dropped off by helicopter every 10 days. On the “food drop” day, we always had a good dinner together, interns and scientists alike.</P><P>We had maybe eight or nine of these group dinners together and we interns really relished the time spent being at ease and enjoying some booze with each other and the scientists. The scientists had been coming here for decades and shared fascinating stories about the jungle. One story in particular really captured my interest.</P><P>Dr. R. Adlemann, from London, had been coming to this same jungle every year for 27 years. He was the alpha scientist here and his research was ground breaking and very well respected. He told stories about a village just a mile or so from our camp where remote indigenous people lived in tree houses.</P><P>Many of the tree houses still existed and appeared to be used. But, no one had ever seen people living there for some time now. There was indeed evidence that the tree houses were being used, but no signs of everyday life.</P><P>As our summer internships were drawing closer to an end, I was determined on one of my days off, to venture to where these mystical tree houses were located deep in the jungle. I had hoped to visit here earlier, but work loads and my lack of knowledge of the jungle, it made sense to wait until I felt more comfortable in these foreign surroundings.</P><P>Finally, a day off rolled my way and I made plans to hike through the jungle to find the tree houses. Tamiko had the same day off and I asked her if she’d like to join me. She told me was going to hike to another ridge looking for a rare bird out of our research area. I was disappointed, but understood. Our time off was precious and one made the most of it.</P><P>Dr. Adlemann gave me basic directions and warned there are no visible trails. He said he had been there only once before and literally just stumbled on them.</P><P>Without warning he said, “You’ll look up and just be there.”</P><P>Its not like they stand out he said. “They blend in very well with the jungle.”</P><P>I grabbed my day pack, GPS unit and headed out. I was careful to take GPS way points about every 50 yards because I was nervous about finding my back to camp even though it was only a mile or so away. In the jungle, a mile is like eternity. Its very easy to get turned around in a thick jungle. And, I did not want to get lost. That’s bad news for any number of reasons.</P><P>Hiking in the jungle thickness, we found that a mile can take roughly two hours if you know where you are going. If you don’t know where you are going and are looking for something, I planned on three to four hours per mile. I was hoping I would find the tree houses quickly so I could spend more time there exploring and not worrying about getting back before darkness closes in.</P><P>About three hours into my hike, I heard sounds different than normal jungle chatter. It’s damn hard to see anything here. The undergrowth is so abundant and thick that seeing only a few feet ahead of you at any point time is common. Hacking away with my machete makes it easier but creates a partial view at best. But ahead, down low, I spotted an opening of brighter light. It must be a clearing I thought. Damn, maybe I found the tree houses!</P><P>I got a little excited and a little nervous at what I might find. I slowed way down, put my machete in its sheath, and moved methodically towards the light. I swore I heard human voices. Or, maybe my head was playing tricks on me? A man’s voice is very distinct here. It clearly stands out over the normal jungle acoustics.</P><P>Indeed, the light was getting brighter and there was an clearing of some sort. Then, I heard a splash. Then, a laugh. I wondered what the hell.....?</P><P>I crept closer to the light and for the first time saw a large pool of crystal clear water. But, what about that laugh? I still didn’t see anyone and I didn’t want to be noticed. I wanted to see them, if there was anyone, before they spotted me.</P><P>I heard the voices again. They were closer. This time it sounded like a female. I moved in very, very still to the edge of the water, moving two huge palm leaf’s so I could peek through yet remain hidden.</P><P>Holy crap! Sure enough it was a man and a young woman. They were standing up to their waists in the water. Both appeared totally naked. I pulled out my binoc’s to get a closer look.</P><P>The man had long tangled hair and appeared very lean and fit and she was quite young, maybe twenty, and had magnificent breasts and coal black hair. Both were dark skinned, but she was of a lighter variety. He was very dark and looked to be a fairly handsome man.</P><P>They were not talking really, just standing in the water next to each other enjoying the pristine, cool water.</P><P>I couldn’t believe my eyes! This remote scene quickly became quite arousing. But, what the hell do I do? Do I just sit here for a while and observe, like the scientist I am? Or, do I make myself known and create an experience? Can they communicate with me? Will my presence scare them off? Will I put myself in danger?</P><P>Goddamit.... All these questions running through my head, all the while the arousal of watching them was superseding any scientific thinking I may have had. This was just fascinating to watch.</P><P>The woman started swimming towards the shoreline closest to where they were standing in the water. I could see her ass near the surface of the water as she swam to shore. She was wonderful. He watched her as she swam to shore. Potentially watching something unfold, I was completely aroused over what I was seeing.</P><P>She stepped out of the pond, reaching for a thick vine to hoist herself up to the edge of the rocky ledge. Then, she stood there, facing him. My god, she was stunning. She had great curves, a petite frame anchored with lovely rounded breasts. A nice patch of hair masking her treasure.</P><P>My binoc’s kept steaming up as I looked at her and my clothes were so wet from sweat and jungle moisture I only had one dry piece of cloth left in my day-pack to clean off the lenses. I quietly, got out the extra t-shirt and cleaned off the lenses. Please don’t fail me now binoc’s.....I kept saying to myself. This was so much fun to watch.</P><P>Still, I was unable to determine what was developing here. Were they family members, brother, sister, dad and daughter, lovers, tree house people? No clarity to the scenario. I just stayed glue to my spot.</P><P>Then, the man swam towards shore and used the same vine to pull himself up the ledge. She stood there, watching him rise from the water. They had no clothes, no towels, nothing that I could see from my vantage point resembling clothing.</P><P>He turned around for the first time so I could see his frame from the front. He was in very fine form, an athlete. A thin body, riddled with a muscular waist with defined, long arms. He had a large cock from what I could see, but he was not aroused. Who the hell are these people?</P><P>They were very casual together and I got no sense that anything sexual was going to happen. I was a bit disappointed with this because I was so aroused at their naked bodies that seeing them together intimately, would’ve be great! Especially for a lonely intern.</P><P>The young woman reached down to pick up what looked like some sort of small wooded bowl. Watching her movements, with that light colored dark skin and plump breasts, I was getting turned on by just watching her normal tasks. And, other than staring at Tamiko in her wet, sweaty clothing while out working, this was the first naked woman I had seen in almost three months. The visual stimulus was torturing me.</P><P>She took the bowl and walked closer towards the dark man. She dipped her hands inside the bowl and lifted her hand. It was coated with what looked like some sort of liquid from the bowl. She ran her fingers along his lips gently brushing the amber juice back and forth. Sliding her fingers in and out of his mouth, he stared directly into her eyes.</P><P>He took her hand and kept her fingers next to his mouth. He turned slightly away from my view but it looked like he was sucking the nectar off her fingers. As he turned, I got a glimpse of his profile and goddamit, he was starting to build an erection. I couldn’t have been happier. Something indeed was gonna happen right here in the jungle!</P><P>As I watched him swell, she reached down to hold his firmness. I had to reach down and touch myself too. Its like watching someone take a huge lick off an ice cream cone; you tend to open your mouth as they do so you can taste it too.</P><P>There was no question, I was getting aroused watching her tickle his mouth and his reaction by swelling up to her touch.</P><P>What the hell was in that bowl, I wondered?</P><P>Suddenly, both looked quickly to their left. They heard something at the same time moving in the jungle. I didn’t hear it. All my senses were visual at this point, but something clearly it startled them. I noticed his erection slowly fall back down. Surely this meant the moment had passed. I was pissed my potential jungle voyeur experience might be coming to an abrupt close.</P><P>They both moved away from the pond and vanished into jungle. </P><P><B>FUCK, FUCK, FUCK</B>, I kept saying to myself. I had the perfect observation spot. Just when it looked like I was going to be able to watch two beautiful natives screw each other in the middle of the jungle, they disappeared into the thick green curtain. God damn I was devastated.</P><P>I sat there for a moment, pondering my next move was. This episode lasted about an hour and I only had maybe, two hours left before I needed to start heading back to the research camp.</P><P>But, how does one leave this? Shit, it was almost worth going back in darkness if I had the chance to watch any more. I took GPS way points and could make it. But, the jungle is dangerous at night, and those in my camp would come searching for me. I just couldn’t stay more than another hour or so.</P><P>I made the decision to try to move over to where I had seen them on the other side of the pond. Maybe, just maybe, it would provide some clues</P><P>to where they had disappeared. The pond itself was very circular in shape. It would be easy to make my way around it to the other side.</P><P>I found my way easily, spending valuable time being extra quiet and alert as I drew closer to where they were swimming. In the back of my head, I was still a little worried about what had spooked them creating their rapid departure. But, I also wanted to see naked bodies again too.</P><P>I spotted the vine where they pulled themselves from the water. I could see why they came here. The water was gin clear, and deep. A paradise for dipping into cool spring water in the midst of such extreme heat and humidity. A pleasure paradise for sure.</P><P>I recorded the location with my GPS on hopes of luring Tamiko back here some day. My mind racing with sexual thoughts and daydreams. Maybe, I might get lucky with Tamiko? Just showing her this place would be a great start to seduction.</P><P>I slipped into the jungle where I had seen them fade into green. Again, I heard that distinctive female voice.</P><P>YES! I thought to myself. I found them again!</P><P>I was terribly excited and blood rushed to my head and adrenaline poured through my veins. But, where were they? No need to pull out the binoc’s as the jungle was too thick to effectively scan the area.</P><P>I settled down right where I stood and used all my observation powers to locate the sound. My biggest concern was being spotted again. This time though, I was less worried about danger, and more worried I’d scare them off. Goddamit, I wanted to watch this play out!</P><P>Amongst all the jungle sounds, I heard human voices once again. But, it was not coming from ground level, but from higher up. I moved about ten feet from my position and glanced skyward.</P><P>Holy shit! There it was. I mean, there they were. Fuck, it was the tree house...... and they were in it.</P><P>I had almost forgotten about those stupid tree houses all together. I became so focused on finding these two people again, it completely escaped my mind.</P><P>Through the underbrush, I could see faint forms on a balcony surrounding this monstrous eucalyptus tree up about 15 feet from ground level. A few big leaf’s obscured my visual path so I tried to work my way to a better vantage point. I was in a good position to watch them. I felt like with my binoc’s, I was right on them and see them up close, but far enough way to where they would not easily spot me.</P><P>I found a spot with a great view and clearly they were there to stay for a while. This platform was very open air, like a porch. A railing, made of thick vine ran around the edges as a kind of sturdy safety bar. I could see them standing there together, leaning on the railing looking over the jungle below.</P><P>I was so frickin excited to see them again. But, who the hell were they? That thought kept inching into my brain. At this point, I really didn’t care, I was just hoping they’d fuck each other and hope I hadn’t missed what started by down the pond.</P><P>From my vantage point, the sky was somewhat open behind them . So, I was able to see their well defined bodies, a silhouette of shapes and curves. As I settled into my little spot on a tree stump, I got my first glimpse of him as he moved away from her. Indeed, they were both still naked. As their bodies separated away from the railing, I could see he was very hard, his cock standing straight up into the air. Her tits were curvy and against the sky, I could see the imprint of her nipples protruding against the deep blue. I was again becoming very aroused at the scene unfolding before me.</P><P>She bent over and again lifted the wooden bowl she used down by the pond. I watched her fill her hands with the liquid and proceed to rub it up and down over his stiffness. Her hands made long strokes from the base of his cock all the way up to tip. She then circled his tip, moving her palm around and around. When she lifter her hand, I could see his cock inch down a little, gravity playing its role against the pressure of her hand. She repeated this several more times very slowly. He watched her as she pleasured him.</P><P>I watched him take a little of this juice from bowl off his cock and he applied it directly to her nipples. His hands stayed there massaging them until I swear, I watched them grow in size. This wonderful silhouette was the perfect viewing scenario. By this time, I too, was hard as a rock watching them.</P><P>Then, she went down to her knees. He put his hand on top of her head running his hands over her ears filling his fingers with streams of her glossy black hair. She moved onto to his cock with her mouth, slowly taking him in all the way to his body. She teased him around the head and slid all the way down his length. OMG, it was so hot. Who the fuck are these people? They made love like professionals.</P><P>His back arched as she engulfed his every inch, holding her hair she sucked off all the juices previously applied to his manhood. I held my own hardness with one hand and the binoc’s with the other as she took his entire cock all the way down her throat. As she inched out, his cock so hard now, didn’t flinch.</P><P>Almost scripted, she lay down on the platform of the tree house. I could no longer see her head from this angle but could still see the side of her body, her tits and legs. She let her legs stay up with her knees bent as she lay on her back. I watched him too, take the bowl, and pour some of the juices into his mouth, some dribbled down his chest as drank it. What the hell is in that bowl?</P><P>He leaned over her, I could see his dark, hard cock, that looked so thick from this angle, dangling in his crotch as he went down on all fours before her. His stringy, muscular body showed signs of strain as he put his face right over her pussy. Drops of nectar dropped from his chin onto her. He took one very long lick of her from her treasure to her belly. She reached up to massage her tits as he did this over and over again. He didn’t seem to go deep on her, just carefully excercised these very long, slow licks between her pussy lips up to her belly. It was very sexy to watch is tongue move along her pussy and belly.</P><P>He rose up to his knees and lifted her up to her feet. Then, she helped him up. I swear, it looked like their actions were choreographed. It was so fluid and graceful. I thought to myself for a second, is this a jungle porno movie being made?</P><P>They both stood there and engaged in a long kiss. Their bodies touching so firmly my silhouette of shapes disappeared. He then turned her around to face the jungle and placed her hands on the vine that served as a railing. Again, he went for the bowl. WHAT THE HELL IS IN THAT BOWL? This was like some kind of ritual sex I was watching? Whatever it was, it was very, very hot.</P><P>He held the bowl over her lower back as she extended her reach towards the woody railing. Carefully, he poured the thickening liquid, now looking golden amber in color, over her butt crack. He sets the bowl down on the platform. His hands worked in the juice over her back and down her butt crack and between her legs. As he moved up her butt, one finger gliding deep, his finger came up to her back then slid back down again. Then, he moved closer to her to put his hard cock over her butt crack. He applies pressure pushing his muscle length along her crack until his cock pushes open her cheeks. Once there, I can see her reach between her legs with one hand, reach for his balls, massage them, then run her fingers along his length. He pulls back and forth as her fingers tease his cock repeating the action several times.</P><P>Then, in a sudden gesture, she dips her head and shoulders towards the platform. Both of her hands gripping the railing, she arches her ass towards the sky. His cock laying inbetween her butt cheeks, he moves back allowing his manhood to slide down. Moving backwards slightly away from her, I can again see that silouhette of his hardness almost pointing straight into the middle of her crack. Her shoulders almost touching the platform now, he eases into her until he disappears. They stay in this position for several minutes. Barely moving, I watch them just enjoy being one.</P><P>I’m so fucking hard I want to jack off right there. She slowly brings her head up from platform as he arches back. I can see a little of his cock now between them. She pushes back again towards him and his stiffness disappears. Her head comes up closer to the railing and he pulls back a little more revealing more length. She pushes back again and he disappears inside her. They proceed with this motion until he begins to raise his hands over his head grabbing the back of his neck with both hands. His back is arched backwards. The only thing keeping him standing is his cock inside her holding on.</P><P>She moved her hips up and down, from side to side. She reaches for his balls as she moves to stimulate his cock moving in and out of her. He begins to shake. His hands come down and grab her hips and shoves himself deeper, deeper inside her. Her head drops back down towards the platform. Her ass facing him and the sky. In powerful movements, he thrusts inside her, again and again. She leans over grabbing her ankles and he methodically runs all the way out and back deep inside her. His movements quicken, his grib on her ass tightens, and he thrusts deep and shudder over and over.</P><P>I watch him slowly pull his cock from her. He is growing limp. He rubs his hand down her butt cracks and massages her crack and cheeks. She rises up to turn and face him. She holds his cock in her hands as they embrace, rubbing him to a soft erection once again. He kisses her and pulls her body into his. They hold each other.</P><P>Holy Shot Batman.......By now, my balls ache so bad I doubt I can even walk. Watching these two pleasure each other with such intensity, and style, I was beyond help. But, I needed to get back to camp. I needed to get out of here undetected.</P><P>I needed to find Tamiko.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/jungle-tree-housepart-one.aspx">Jungle Tree House-Part One</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/jungle-tree-housepart-one.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-69255582125375087402012-05-26T06:06:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:06:00.582-07:00Arrival to Puerto Rico My vacation turns into something more...This is my first story so comments would be greatly appreciated. I would like to thank Collegeguy321 for being my inspiration in this and there are more to come! enjoy. <P>After getting off the long 4.5 hour plane ride, I turned my phone on seeing I had one new message, “waiting outside your terminal in khaki shorts and a blue tshirt(: ” I smiled reading this and scanned the crowd looking for him. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am a 21 year old brunette, with blue eyes, and just landed in Puerto Rico. I came here on a vacation, but more to meet up with a friend I met on an online chatting website. His name is Tanner. We started talking last year and have had very interesting chats varying from dirty ones to cute romantic ones. He used to live in Colorado but moved and so now I’m here in Puerto Rico to spend the week with him.</P><P>***********************</P><P>I found him standing there in his description and walked over there.</P><P>“Hi!” I exclaimed with excitement.</P><P> I gave him a hug and he hugged me back, “wow, you are much more stunning in person” he replied looking me up and down. I just smiled.</P><P>“So off to get your bags?” he asked.</P><P> “Yeah, but I have no idea where I am going in here” I replied back.</P><P> “Well follow me,” he said grabbing my hand.</P><P>After we got my bags, we headed out to his car and started driving to his house. On the way we chatted about how things were and how good it was to finally meet in person. Arriving at his house, my jaw dropped. It was a HUGE house with a perfectly landscaped lawn and a gigantic pool in back. He just looked at me and chuckled at my reaction. “Would you like the grand tour?” he asked with a smile.</P><P> “Oh yes please!” I said eagerly. We both got out of the car leaving the bags and headed into the house. My jaw dropped even further as we got in the front door. There was a huge split staircase leading in opposite directions. To the left was a large living room with a big flat screen TV and couch with a bay window overlooking the backyard. To the right was a huge kitchen that overlooked the pool outside with the hot tub next to it. He then showed me the upstairs; the guest room where I was staying had its own balcony and bathroom. He then showed me the master bedroom where he slept. It had a king size bed and its own bathroom with a large whirlpool bath tub. We finished up the rest of the tour and went back to get my bags from his car. After dropping them off in my room he asked with a smile, “so would you like to maybe check out the pool? Have a drink?”</P><P>“Sure!” I said excited, “let me just change into my swimsuit, be right down” I grabbed my green string bikini, changed into it and went out to the back where he was sitting with two beers.</P><P>I walked up slowly looking around out back, taking everything in. I felt his eyes glued to me as I sat down next to him. “So this is all yours? Pool and all?” I asked flashing him a smile.</P><P>“Yep, pool and all.”</P><P>“ I think we should go for a swim” I blurted out staring at the water.</P><P>“Maybe later on, I want to chat with you for a little bit” he said putting his arm around me. I looked slightly disappointed, “do you swim in there often?” I asked not wanting to change the subject.</P><P>“Yes every morning, I don’t just naturally look like this” he admitted laughing. For the first time I noticed how toned his body was in his swim trunks.</P><P>“Oh wow” I replied, “so if I fell in you could jump in and save me?”</P><P> “Well yes I am a certified lifeguard, but I don’t see why you would fall in unless you were drunk and we aren’t there yet” he said with a smirk. I laughed taking a sip of the beer, and stood up… “So would you jump in after me if I did this?” I asked walking up to the pools edge, falling into the water. I didn’t bother trying to swim and let myself sink underwater. I closed my eyes, slowly counting to distract from holding my breath when I heard a large splash. I suddenly felt his arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me close to him and kissed me hard under the water. He then pulled me up above the surface. I didn’t bother moving to see how he would react when he said, “stop faking it. You don’t have to use the excuse of mouth to mouth to get me to kiss you.” Staying still, I felt him lean in and he kissed me again with a lot more passion. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him. He pulled back, “I knew you were faking it” he said with a smile before he let go of me. I let go of him and he swam over to the edge, pulling himself up onto the side.</P><P>“Pretty good lifeguard skills” I said with a wink swimming over to the edge.</P><P> “Yeah well you do know that I don’t have to pretend to be a lifeguard to kiss you. I would do it anyway.” He said watching me swim up next to him.</P><P>“Will you help me get out?” I asked reaching out a hand. He grabbed it and easily pulled me out so that I was sitting next to him. I put my head on his shoulder.</P><P>“This whole place is beautiful” I admitted letting out a content sigh. “So are you” he said turning my face towards him to look into my eyes. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him for a third time. This one lasted longer than usual and we started to make out. Our tongues viciously explored each other’s mouth. I moved to straddle him without every taking my lips off of his, running my hands up and down his smooth chest. He moved a hand up to my bikini top to remove it but I stopped him…”lets get dried off and move inside first, we wouldn’t want to give your neighbors a show” I said smiling.</P><P>to be continued...<BR>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-stories/arrival-to-puerto-rico.aspx">Arrival to Puerto Rico</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-stories/arrival-to-puerto-rico.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-83994326191548186282012-05-26T06:05:00.001-07:002012-05-26T06:05:00.405-07:00Airport Deja Vu It was a bumpy four-hour ride and I was getting restless. Long flights were never my thing but I really enjoyed going places. After a long weekend back home, it was time to go back to work. We landed and I dragged through the airport to get to my bag at baggage claim. The airport was empty which was good because my bag would come out quick. <P>I finally reached my bag and headed out to the parking garage. The thought of having to pay for six days pissed me off but was a minor problem compared to my real issue. It was the first time maybe in my life that I had took a trip home and failed to fuck any pussy. Even times when I was just there overnight I still came up with a little something. Being an athlete out there I was very well known and the groupie seen was crazy. Ever since I moved a few years ago, the new generation didn't know too much about me and my old ones have moved on with life just as I have.</P><P>I was a few cars away from mine when I saw a beautiful broad strutting on the aisle next to mine. She had on tight, stretchy, black leggings with a white halter-top. Her ass was by far the biggest I've seen and bounced like a basketball in the tight pants as she walked at a quick pace. She had an exotic look, like an Israeli or Persian. Her hair was dark her face flawless with very little makeup. She had bold, full lips that my imagination immediately had around my dick. I must have had a crazy look on my face as I stopped and stared because she turned and began to giggle.</P><P>I reached my S-class Mercedes and opened the trunk for my bag. Still staring, I watched as she reached her S-class and winked at me. I started to laugh. Her car was really nice, a burgundy color with tan interior compared to mine which was all white with black interior and black rims.</P><P>"Nice car!" I shouted as she reached her driver door.</P><P>"Ditto!" she yelled back.</P><P>I walked over to her and decided to introduce myself.</P><P>"I'm Dom."</P><P>"Tess."</P><P>"Where are you coming from Tess?"</P><P>"Orlando visiting my sister. You?"</P><P>"I was back home in North Carolina for a few days. It's my last weekend off before work gets going."</P><P>As I spoke to her there was something familiar about this woman that I couldn't figure out. All I know is that she definitely should be modeling somewhere as she stood there talking, hand on one hip, sexy as ever. I felt my dick rise to attention and thoughts began to circulate through my mind.</P><P>I kissed her. Her lips surrounded mine like a glove on a hand and were extremely soft. I escorted my tongue into her mouth and allowed it to search and explore as she did the same in return. My hands became curious and moved around her curvy body as I leaned her against the drivers door of her car. She brought one leg and wrapped it around me and I grabbed it with one arm. Her thighs were amazing and the access allowed my 9 inches to rub against her spot through my jeans. I kissed my way to her neck where she smelled amazing. I have always been a sucker for scent and hers sent chills throughout my body. I continued south, revealing her hard brown nipples and C-cup breast as I brought them in my mouth to caress with my lips and tongue.</P><P>Tess must love nipple stimulation because the second I began sucking on them she started moaning and pulling my head closer for more. I brought one had down to play with her pussy at the same time and felt she was soaking wet. I slowly lay her down on the hood of her car and pulled her pants to her knees exposing all of her pussy. It was clean-shaven, dripping wet, and I couldn't wait to taste. The fact that it was public and in a major traffic venue sent a rush through me that almost made me explode. I brought her pussy into my mouth and began my second make out session. I sent my tongue straight inside her on a quest to find her g-spot. I stroked her lips and clit in every direction with various speeds.</P><P>Tess was struggling because she had nothing to hold onto as she received her treatment. She couldn't control herself. I found her sweet spot and showed no mercy. Quick flicks of the tongue and a whirlwind of side to side action with my lips, Tess arched her back, lifted her head with her eyes closed and screamed loud enough to set off car alarms. I devoured all the pussy juice I could before raising up and dropping my jeans. The tension in my dick was unbearable and I went straight to work, penetrating her opening and going hard. I was on a pussy rampage, demolishing Tess while she took it like the true champ she was. Her pussy was squeezing my dick as it went in and out, sucking it in like a vacuum. Eventually I stood her up and bent her over on her stomach. I had to see her ass from the back. I entered once more and began my work once again. Her cheeks slapped my abs over and over and the scene of the jiggle made my missile prepare to launch. I removed myself and shot my load all over her massive ass.</P><P>I snapped out of my daze and back into the conversation with Tess. My daydreaming had me horny beyond belief and anxiety began to build up inside me. I asked Tess for her number and she said yes. She asked for my phone so she could dial it in. I handed it to her and our hands touched which became a hold. She looked up at me with a shy look. I didn't hesitate as I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips surrounded mine like a glove on a hand and were extremely. It was happening. The perfect end to my vacation. Deja Vu at the airport.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/airport-deja-vu.aspx">Airport Deja Vu</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/airport-deja-vu.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-3393834857753982582012-05-26T06:05:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:06:01.558-07:00College life This describes a pretty much average Friday night for me now.Hello, my name is Ashley and at the time I'm writing this I am 19 years old and in college. I am a brunette with about breast-length hair. My boobs are about C cup, by the way. I live with my roommate Amy. She's a blondie and I'm a bit jealous of her DD cup breasts. <P>Anyway, one day as I was coming home from my classes, I heard some soft groans coming from Amy's room. I knocked on her door, and heard her whisper, "J-just a m-minute. I'll be right OOOooout!"</P><P>At this point I had figured out that she had obviously been masturbating. I said to her from the hallway, "I understand, Amy, it's okay. I'll let you clean up." I put up my school bag in my room and went to wait in the living room.</P><P>About five minutes later, Amy came out of her room and gave me a sheepish smile, and said, "I'm sorry about that, Ashley."</P><P>"It's ok. I know what how you feel." I'll never forget what happened next.</P><P>Amy proceeded to ask me, "Hey, I'm still kinda horny. Do, you want to do something?"</P><P>This took me completely by surprise, I spluttered for a moment and then managed to croak out, "What!?"</P><P>"You heard me," she said in a sexy voice, "Let's mess around!"</P><P>"O-okay." Ten minutes later I was wondering why I'd agreed to this. Amy was in a too-small bra that her large breasts easily poked through and wore an eleven-inch pink strap-on. I would've asked why the dildo was pink, but I was too busy choking on a gag with my hands handcuffed behind my back. All I could manage in the way of conversation were pathetic grunts.</P><P>"Now are you my dirty bitch?" Amy asked.</P><P>I grunted and nodded my head furiously. Amy then proceeded to turn me around and ram the dildo into tight pink pussy. "Mmmmmh!" I grunted. Then she also started fingering my asshole. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I'm pretty sure I orgasmed ten times.</P><P>Once I couldn't handle it any more, Amy pulled the dildo out of my throbbing hole. "I'll be right back," she whispered in my ear.</P><P>I tried to move away from my position, but was immobilized from pleasure.</P><P>When Amy returned, she was holding a double-headed dildo and a vibrator. "Let's get you out of these things," she said. After she took out my gag and unbound me, I asked if I could take over. She said, "Of course you can, my little whore."</P><P>So, I pulled her bra between her perky tits and started sucking and chewing on them. "Oooooh, that's so good!" she moaned.</P><P>Then I disengaged her bosom and took hold of the double-header. First, I inserted it slowly into my little bunghole. Then, I also slid the other end into Amy's. We started to thrust our hips together and moan in pleasure. I held it strategically between our two pussies.</P><P>"Oooooh!!" we both yelled at the same time as we climaxed together.</P><P>"Well, well," Amy said, "That was pretty good for your first time!"</P><P>"Thanks," I said. "What should we do now?"</P><P>Amy volunteered, "Why don't we look up some porn for you when I'm not around."</P><P>"I think I've had enough sex for one day," I replied. "Oh, by the way, my cousin Summer asked if she could visit. I said yes, and now that I know you more, I think you'll like her."</P><P>The only reply Amy gave was a devilish smile.</P>This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/lesbian/college-life.aspx">College life</a> </P><br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/lesbian/college-life.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101982012754322574.post-40147888905262697272012-05-26T06:04:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:04:00.238-07:00harvey HARVEY <P>I submitted this story several years ago on another website and is a true story. </P><P>This took place back in 1970. I was still on active duty in the USN, married and fucking a lot of women. My wife at the time was pretty straight laced and to my knowledge, did not fuck around when I was away on cruises at sea. Not that I didn’t encourage her to do that. She loved to fuck, but insisted she could always wait for me to fuck her when I got home.</P><P>Well, the inevitable happened and she caught me fucking another woman. We split up, no divorce, just a separation. While we were separated, I visited her a lot while trying to patch things up. One Saturday morning about 11am I went to her appartment, and she answered the door in her robe. Now she is not a late sleeper, so I was wondering why she wasn’t dressed. </P><P>Anyway, I started to make my move to seduce her knowing she had nothing on under that robe. It took a while, but I finally got the robe off her and was doing the fore play stuff sucking her nice tits and kissing her. I began to move down from her tits and was kissing her belly, then tried to move to eat her pussy. She was having none of it and I could smell that she was not “fresh” . Alarm bells are ringing in my head and decided she was not dressed because someone had just fucked her. The aroma of her cunt was another sign. Finally, I relented and just eased my cock into her. I am about crazy at this point with excitement. As my cock entered, she was very wet and loose. </P><P>I knew immediately she had been fucked, and recently. Her cunt was was so loose there was no mistaking something pretty big had recently been in her. As I fucked her I kept telling her she had never been this wet and loose and that she had just been fucked by someone. She kept telling me that wasn’t true. However, I kept telling her I was not upset and love the feeling of sloppy seconds. </P><P>Finally she said, “it is not sloppy seconds, it is sloppy thirds”. WOW I couldn’t believe it, my wife that said she could always wait for me to fuck her, had fucked someone, and at least 3 times or maybe 3 guys,</P><P>I kept fucking her and pressing her for details. As she became more confident that I was not upset, she told me it was our mutual friend, and my shipmate Harvey. WOW now I am really excited because Harvey is black and I have seen him in the shower aboard ship. He makes my 6inches look like a little cock. He is easily 6 inches when he is soft. Little by little the details came out. </P><P>She had seen him in the Chief’s club the night before and she wound up taking him home with her. He had fucked her twice during the night and just before I got there. We had not missed each other more than 5 minutes and she was just headed to the shower when I arrived.</P><P>Now I was really turned on and my cock was a ticking time bomb. I asked her to get on her knees since she loves it from behind. When her ass was in the air, I looked at her cunt and it was so red, wet, and open. I couldn’t resist. As I moved toward her, I just dipped my head and started licking her cunt. At first she protested because she thought it dirty. I kept at it until she came, and she said “get on your back. You want it, I will let you have it”.</P><P>I lay on my back and she straddled my head and lowered her cunt to my lips. Now gravity helped and what cum was in there started to flow and I was licking her fast and deep. Different taste, but I had tasted my own cum many times, but this was a first and not really different than mine. </P><P>I finally slid out from under her after she had cum hard a couple times, and I stuck my cock back in her and fucked her as hard as I could. After I shot my load, we lay in the afterglow and talked. I cum a lot and she said it was strange. Harvey has such a big cock but does not cum very much in volume compared to me.</P><P>I found out that it was the first time they had hooked up and she wouldn’t mind it again. I told her I would love to do this again, and asked if she would call me after he fucked her so I could enjoy the sloppy seconds. She promised she would and it would be soon.</P><P>We soon moved back in together with a new understanding, and we began to have Harvey as a guest on a regular basis. A lot more to tell, but for another time. This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.<br /><p><a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/wife-lovers/harvey.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">View the original article here</a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793320019092347429noreply@blogger.com0