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Jack

By: Pat Scott



[Webmaster's Note: this story is written by Pat Scott, the author of TianasBox.com, a very original online graphic novel, and a supporter of Literotica.]

Jack was an extraordinary guy. That's why extraordinary things always happened to him.

In situations where most people would run Jack would charge. Where most people would seek to draw attention to themselves by talking Jack would seek to learn through listening. While most people will invent the answers to make themselves look more intelligent, Jack would look you in the face and boldly say "I don't know."

Psychology was the perfect profession for Jack. He fascinated people and at the same time was fascinated by them. He was still a few years away from being able to practice mental medicine as he liked to call it, but he was definitely making the grade so far.

Perhaps recounting the events of the day Jack met Steve and Linda will describe him better than if I just keep going on and on.

Jack was taking his midnight walk around his neighborhood thinking about his girlfriend Melissa who was studying in London. She used to accompany him on these walks and he found himself missing her. He was absorbed in very deep, very fond memories of her when suddenly he was snapped back to reality by the sound of yelling. Jack took up residence in a lower middle class apartment on the west side. That was about the best he could do at this point and it was also close to the University. In the three years he had lived there he had seen a noticeable decline in the neighborhood. There seemed to be more drug use, more problems with juveniles, more domestic abusiveness. Good for the psychology profession in general but not especially fun to live amidst.

Most people would keep walking and mind their business but Jack stopped and craned his neck and tried to hear. It was a man and a woman. It wasn't the crazed rantings of the drug addicted or the criminally insane. It was a lovers' quarrel. Jack listened intently but could not make out very much. He went up and rang the doorbell. That's what I mean about Jack, he's just like that.

The door swung open. The man who opened it was still obviously enraged and it was pretty clear that he was expecting to find the police or his landlord at the door. Instead there was Jack. Clean cut with a pristine hair cut and casual but distinguished clothes. The man inside seemed positively stunned.

"WHAT?" He asked angrily after hesitating a moment.

"I was walking by and I noticed your argument. I'm a counselor of sorts and I would like to help you if you'll let me."

Most people are terrified in these chaotic situations and in proximity to these kinds of intensely emotional situations. Jack has a kind of tranquil stoicism that is hard to describe. Nevertheless the man went to slam the door in his face. Jack quickly inserted his foot in the door.

"Look," he said. "A lot of your argument seems to center around having a hard time communicating with one another. I think I can help you get past that so if you honestly want to try to make things better, let me in. If you find that I'm not helping I will leave as soon as you ask me to."

The door opened back up. The woman stood next to the man and evidently she had opened the door back up. The man looked at her and she stared back at him. "Let him in Steve," she said.

Steve backed away from the door and slumped defeatedly into a chair. The woman sat back down on the couch next to the front window. Jack quietly closed the door and stood about an equal distance from each next to a coffee table in the center of the room. There was a silence that most people would find awkward and intimidating. Jack just took a moment to get over the detestable stench of cigarette smoke and jumped right in.

"You would be what? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Husband and Wife?"

"We're not anything right now." replied the woman venomously.

"So generally you're boyfriend and girlfriend. And you both live here?" he asked addressing the question to Steve.

"Yeah," he replied. He seemed visibly frustrated by Jack's presence already.

"Okay, so you have chosen to live together, and have been involved in a relationship. Why? Do you love her?"

"Yes! I've been trying to tell her that!" Steve seemed to go from absolute rage to a swirl of vulnerability and grief in a heartbeat.

Jack turned to the woman. "I didn't catch your name," he said.

"Linda," she replied.

"Linda do you love Steve?"

"He knows I do," she said.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to come off like a prick or anything but I was really looking for a more specific answer to whether or not you love Steve."

"Yes," she said. She was half crying and obviously very angry herself.

Jack took a moment. He seemed very interested and looked back and forth between the two a couple of times. Then he took a seat on a couch on the other side of the coffee table. He folded his hands between his legs and leaned way out on the edge of the seat so that the three of them were now all in a clear triangle of visibility.

"You two are off to a really good start. It's rare that two people can say they love one another with so much conviction. Most couples have the problem of one or the other partner being much more in love or even neither partner being very much in love at all. Linda and Steve you don't seem to have that problem. So that leaves us with an event or a circumstance, some sort of problem or something. Which of you can tell me what that is?"

Linda glared at Steve. It was one of those moments where if looks could kill there would be no Steve. It was obvious that it was Steve's job to confess what he had done.

It was equally obvious that Steve didn't want to admit to what he had done. Jack waited patiently and finally Steve offered some explanation. "I slept with the girl down the street."

Having said it, it was as though the wound had just been torn afresh for the both of them. There was all kinds of emotional energy in the air and it seemed as though the screaming was about to break out again at any moment.

"Why did you do that Steve?" asked Jack.

Steve looked angered and hurt by Jack's question. "I don't know." he replied in a 'how could you ask me that' kind of tone.

"Steve, you just told me a minute ago that you love Linda. Do you love also the girl down the street?"

"No," Steve hastily replied.

"Well then of what possible benefit could it have been to have slept with the girl down the street?"

Steve looked like he wanted to kill himself. "I couldn't help it," he offered in his defense.

Jack looked very disappointed. "Well that's silly Steve. That's not any kind of real answer." There was a momentary pause. "Would you be very hurt to find out that Linda had slept with a guy down the street?"

"Yes!" Steve said passionately. "It was just a sexual thing," he added.

"Ah," said Jack. "So that's all it was. Just a little sexual thing?"

Steve seemed unable to speak.

"It seems to me that the two of you entered into a serious relationship that was intended to be exclusive. You've just stated that you yourself would be very hurt if Linda had violated that trust, yet in the same breath you minimalize your having violated it. Help me to understand Steve, is it just a little sexual thing or a very serious violation of trust."

Steve started to cry. "I fucked up. I know I fucked up, but I don't know how to fix it."

"Well it's not something that can be fixed," Jack offered. "If you both still want to you can begin to work toward building trust back a little by little but you can never go back to a point where you've never violated her trust after you have. It doesn't work that way."

"Linda, are you interested in continuing this relationship and working to build it back?" Jack asked.

"Yes, but like you said, I don't know if I can trust him."

"Ask him," Jack implored.

Linda looked for a moment. It seemed as though she didn't quite know what to ask. "Can I trust you?" she asked of Steve eventually.

"Yes!" he replied almost crying. "I told you it would never happen again."

Jack spoke up. "Why do you suppose it happened in the first place?"

It was clear that Steve had been trying to talk about everything but this. He didn't really seem to know the answer but Jack was asking him to search himself and find the answer.

Jack asked another question while Steve thought about the first. "If you wouldn't have been caught would it have been alright or would you have been bothered by it?"

"I didn't get caught." Steve replied.

Linda spoke up. "He told me about it himself. That didn't make it any better."

"Well it is at least some small good sign. So you did feel guilty about it, but why did it happen Steve? What did you feel was missing with Linda that you could get from the girl down the street?"

"She just kept after me," Steve replied. "After a while it started to make me feel sort of special that someone wanted me that much."

"Linda's wanting you does not make you feel special?"

"Not really. Sometimes I can hardly tell that she wants me at all."

"Oh don't try to turn this into my fault!" Linda exploded.

Steve just sat there silently and defeated. Jack closely examined the pair and decided to give some validity to Jack's statement. "Alright so there was something about the other woman that made you feel special in a way you felt was missing in your life?"

"That's what I was trying to say," Steve said while Linda just sat fuming in her chair angered that this thread of conversation was being allowed to continue.

"It doesn't sound to me that this was just a sexual thing then." Jack looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "In what way did the girl down the street make you feel special that Linda does not?"

"She just wanted me. I get home from work half the time and Linda could give a fuck."

Jack bristled from the language. He needed to get used to this kind of environment if he was to be any good. He put a great deal of effort into giving the impression that he was listening and not judging.

"I was just overwhelmed by the idea that someone was excited to see me," Steven continued. "That someone was looking forward to... that someone found me attractive in that way. You know?"

"What am I supposed to be looking forward to Steve?" Linda asked. "Sitting on the couch watching wrestling?" Steve wore an expression as though Linda had just revealed their sacred trust to a stranger. "If we even have sex it is just the same stuff over and over again."

"It's not MY fault we do the same stuff all the time!" Steve objected.

"What do you mean all the time? We barely do it once a week."

"Comments like that are not really productive," Jack interjected.

Linda turned to face Jack. "Well, he acts like he owns the rights to claiming sexual neglection. It's not like I don't want to have more sex and try different things too."

"Okay, so you both want more sex and different kinds of sex," Jack said smiling. "Would you both agree that you're a lot more likely to get what you both want when you're talking about exactly what it is you want?" The pair nodded. "So Steve wants to feel like you are excited about seeing him and eager to have sex. Correct?"

"Yeah, but it's also that sometimes she goes out of her way to let me know how isn't impressed with anything I do."

"Now that you know that's a problem do you think you can work on that?" Jack asked.

Linda nodded.

"And I don't mean pretending to be happy to excited to see him as an obvious charade, I mean can you be genuinely excited to see him to the point where you need to rip his clothes of the moment he gets in the door?"

Steve and Linda both perked up at the sound of that. They began to look at one another with a kind of connectedness that Jack had not seen either of them display until now.

"And Linda wants more sexual variety. Like what?" asked Jack.

Linda squirmed in her seat. "I don't know. Like kinkier stuff."

"What do you fantasize they two of you would do? If you're not too embarrassed to say."

"I want to have sex with our clothes on in the front window," Jack was taken aback. Steve looked surprised also but more pleasantly so. "I wanna like have sex in public or have sex with someone watching." Linda said as though she were fantasizing about it lustfully as she confessed it.

"What about the Doc?" Steve asked.

"I'm not a Doctor," Jack corrected. "I'm still an undergrad in fact," he said nervously.

"Would you watch Steve and me having sex?" Linda asked excitedly.

"Um... well that's the sort of thing... " Jack began. Linda looked very disappointed at the prospect of him saying no. "Oh why the hell not?" Jack replied.

Linda grinned and slipped out of a smock-like garment that she was wearing to reveal her bra and panties. Jack was immediately stunned by her gorgeous body which was far more statuesque than he could have imagined. Steve grabbed the Coffee table between them and he and Linda both carelessly tossed it aside. They walked on their knees toward one another until the met in a lustful kiss in the middle. Steve grabbed Linda by the ass and then slid a hand under her panties. This couple was completely transformed and there was not a trace of the couple that Jack had met when he first entered the house.

Jack shifted in his seat. He had become hard and needed to find some room for himself to grow inside his trousers. Linda began to paw at Stevens clothes until finally Steven pulled off his shirt and began to undo his belt so that he could get at his jeans. While his head was down Linda reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let the bra slip and looked over at Jack for approval. Jack tried to look dignified and detached. He may have carried it of externally, but his eyes we're doing a dance of bliss. Linda had the most perfectly round breasts with pert pink nipples and areolas that poked out from her breast as dramatically as her nipples poked out from the areolas. She had short brown hair and a plain enough face that it left Jack completely unprepared for the marvel that was her body.

Jack's eyes fixed on her womanesque rounded belly as she slid off her panties while locking eyes with Steven. Steven was now fully naked and erect and his penis kept the two from embracing properly. He grabbed her by the ass again and pulled her close so that his penis poked into her belly and they kissed again.

Linda reached down and grabbed his dick and began to stroke it while biting her lower lip. Steven looked surprised as though this was not the treatment he was used to, but it didn't take him long to reciprocate. He began sucking on her neck near her collar bone as Linda let her pleasure be known through gentle moans.

Linda pulled Steven down on top of her on the floor and Steven immediately went to thrust his dick into her.

"Sometimes women appreciate a little foreplay in order to ah... get their juices flowing." Jack suggested.

"No. I like it this way." Linda corrected.

"Oh. My apologies." Jack offered in chagrin.

"That's okay. Don't talk now. Just watch." Linda requested.

Jack set about on his mission of watching. It was a fascinating thing to watch. Two near strangers having frantic sex on their living room floor. Jack noticed that Steven had very powerful legs and speculated that he must have an active job like a fireman or a Gym teacher or something. He was using his legs to drive into Linda like a wild animal. Jack would have thought she would getting carpet burns on her back from the way they were going at it but Linda was howling in delight and digging her fingers into his back.

Steve reached around for her ass again and Linda lifted up. Steven took hold of her ass with both hands and held her up so that her whole weight was resting on her head and shoulders and then he began pounding her even harder.

"Harder," Linda began to cry out and Steven tried fucking harder but there's only so hard you can go. Linda seemed satisfied with his attempt though. "Yeah... Harder... Like that..."

Linda was howling at least as loud as she had been when they were arguing which meant that a passerby could easily hear her from the sidewalk.

"Yeah, make me come," she pleaded. Steven took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked it hard. He removed one of his hands from her ass and rested it on her chin and put his index finger into her mouth. She began to suck it which muffled her howling just a bit. Linda's eyes rolled back into her head and she thrust her hips wildly all over the place. She had what was unmistakably an orgasm. Then as soon as she did Steven shifted himself and took slower and more purposeful strokes before collapsing down on her in post orgasmic weariness.

Linda and Steven seemed to have forgotten that Jack was even there. Jack stared at Steven who's face was unfortunately obscured on the other side of Linda's head. In the many times that Jack had had sex he barely remembered anything that happened right after sex. It was as though the 5 to 10 minutes directly after sex were constantly being erased by some unseen prankster. Even though he couldn't see Steven's face, Steven seemed to be in that same catatonic state.

Eventually he heard Steven whisper something quietly to Linda. Linda whispered back and Jack could even see her lips moving but he still couldn't make out what she was saying. Slowly the couple's hips began to gyrate though and he could see that they were gearing up to have sex again.

Before they really got into it Steven pulled his hardon out into the open air and stood on his knees. Linda got up and one could indeed see where her back had been introduced to the rug but she didn't seem to mind. The couple fetched the coffee table and placed it right in front of Jack. Linda knelt in front of it and lifted one leg so that her one foot rested on the coffee table. Steven nestled in behind her and spread her labia and began to take her from behind. This afforded Jack the kind of view that one only ever gets in a porno film.

Jacks astonished gaze rotated between Linda's face, her breasts and where the couple were joined. She was staring directly at him, watching him watching her. Her moaning was not quite as loud as before but she was by no means quiet. Her eyes were piercing though as she studied Jack's eyes watching her. Then his gaze would drift down to her gorgeous breasts and marvel at the way they bounced against the motion of all the action that was going on. Then he would look down below where the couple was fucking. Linda had a nice natural brown curly bush that reminded him of Melissa and made him miss her terribly. He could see Steve's dick in exacting detail as it slid back and forth between Linda's lips. Then he would return to looking at her face and she would be staring at him intensely as ever while she fucked Steven. She had not broken her stare into Jack's eyes even once.

Jack felt so hard that he feared he might drizzle in his pants. It was a small price to pay for this show though. He tried to see Steven for a minute but Steven was obviously absorbed in his own world. Linda looked like she might be having orgasms. If not it didn't matter because her ecstasy was readily apparent. She was having the experience of a lifetime it seemed. It seemed like Steven and Linda we're well on their way to being able to communicate better.

Finally Steven began to groan. "Are you coming for me?" Linda asked frantically.

"Uh huh."

Linda broke away from Steven and turned around to grab his dick. She grabbed a tight hold and began pumping his dick in her hand really hard. Moments later white strings of come began to shoot out and landed on Linda's breast, arm and hand. The pair fell back against the couch and began necking.

"You can show yourself out?" Linda asked.

Jack stood up carefully and straightened himself a bit.


Jack



You were in the kitchen, cleaning up after cooking dinner. You were thinking about the guy you met the other night...Jack. You close your eyes, dreaming of what would happen if he were here. You suddenly feel his arms wrap around your waist, feeling his breath on your neck. You feel his warm lips brushing against your cool flesh. You feel the goose bumps rise on your arms. You can feel your breathing increase. He rubs his hands over your belly as he kisses you on the neck and shoulders. He is drawing a trail with his tongue, connecting each kiss.

He moves his hands under your shirt, cupping each breast with his hands. You feel his thumbs exploring your breasts, moving around your areola. You gasp as his thumbs brush your nipples. You tilt your head back and to the side as he kisses your neck with many wet kisses. You can feel his lips and tongue on your neck. His hot breath flowing with yours in rhythm. You feel warm tingles all over your body.

His hands are exploring your body, one gently all over your breasts, covering every part, not just lingering on the nipples. The other hand, palm flat, on your belly, rubbing from the bottom on the rib cage to the top of your pelvis. He pulls you close to him in one strong motion. You feel his manhood press against your lower back. You let out a moan. Oh. My. God. As he kisses and runs his hands all over your body, your hips start to sway back and forth, grinding on his crotch. He moves his hand from your pelvis, down between your legs. The heat emanating from your panties was invigorating. He grabs a handful of cotton cloth, middle finger stabbing at your clitoris. Your hips buck forward against the counter.

He turns you around, quickly. He gazes into your eyes, longingly. He cups both hands under your chin, fingers behind you head. He pulls you close as your lips touch. You felt a spark of electricity when your lips met. He pried your lips apart with his tongue, flicking playfully at your tongue, and then engulfing your tongue with his, probing every inch of your mouth as if he were searching for something in particular. As your eyes closed, you reeled with excitement. You collapse into his arms. He quickly catches you, sweeping you off your feet, and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you down, gently onto the bed. You are put down so softly, so deftly, you feel like you are floating on a cloud. Your head is swooning from the rush of hormones filling your body. You can feel the blood rushing to various parts of your body. Your breasts swell from the increase of blood flow. Your nipples harden. Your labia become fuller. He positions himself beside you as he gently lifts your shirt over your head. He helps you lay back down as he grabs your panties, on your hips, and slides them down. You raise your knees up to help him finish pulling them off.

Your body tenses, momentarily, as the coolness of the air slams into your exposed body. He runs his fingers, from the middle of your thighs, slowly up to your breasts. The entire time, gazing into your eyes, he is using his hands, as if he were blind, to map out your body. You could feel his gaze peering into your soul. It was as if he knew you and you knew him. Soul mates, separated from each other, now being rejoined. He kissed your lips again, this time much softer. You willingly open your mouth this time, waiting for his tongue to enter. You were surprised when he didn't. 

You then felt him start to kiss your chin, then your neck, and made his way down your body, stopping at points of interest for light kisses. He paused, momentarily, at your bosom. He flicked his tongue on your nipples as he grasped your breasts with his hands. He sucked and nibbled every bit of your nipple and breast. After a few minutes, he continued his journey southward. Your mind is reeling from the intensity of the moment. As he reaches your waist, you openly spread your legs for him. He kneels on the side of the bed, drawing your body closer to his. He brings his mouth down to your lips. Light kisses all around. You were very wet and excited. Using his hands, he slowly spread your lips apart. The extreme wetness glistened in streams as the lips separated, exposing your engorged clit. He brings his tongue closer and closer, until the tip of his tongue caressed your button.

You grab the sides of his head and thrusts his face into you. He is licking and sucking your clitoris and vagina, exploring it like he was with your mouth. At one point, you actually felt his tongue inside you. You had never felt that before. It was invigorating. Your hips start to buck, slowly, but as time passes, your hips become more violent. As you start to fuck his face, he pulls back, and all you hear is a, shhhhhh. He stands up, takes off his pants, and you see him naked for the first time. You gasp and you think about what it will be like for him to be inside you. As the thought hits you, you feel his head slowly prying your lips apart as he slowly enters you. You let out a little whimper in excitement. As he thrusts inside you, you try to breath in, but all the air rushes from your lungs. 

It was the best feeling in your life. The sounds, the smells, everything going on around you were gone. You was oblivious to the fact of everything around Your except this one feeling. This one emotion. As he continues to thrust, your mind goes numb. All she feels is pleasure. Immense, uncontrollable pleasure. You bucks your hips, your body...meeting his every thrust. You and he move in an unheard rhythm. Dancing to unknown music...in perfect harmony. You feels a strong wave overcome you as you orgasm. At the same time, so does he. The both of you lay there, holding each other, as waves of pleasure roll over your body. You place your head on his chest, holding him tightly. He has his arms wrapped around you as you both drift off into a slumber like no other. 

It was perfect.



Jack



All characters are over 18. If incest is not to your taste, I suggest you try a different story. 

*

Prologue

My first thought when I saw Jack was that he was the Incredible Hulk come to life. He was huge, though looking back it was probably emphasised by the fact he was surrounded by women and kids at the end of term school BBQ. 

My second thought was "Yum." Raven black hair and a cheeky grin.

My third thought was probably "Yum, Yum."

But I was only window shopping, I had recently broken up with my partner and was starting a new life for my daughter, Katie and myself. I was definitely not in the market for any complications, no matter how yummy, me and my battery operated boyfriend were very happy together. 

"Cute isn't he?" Trisha the au pair who looked after Katie, whispered in my ear. "More than one Mom here is having wet dreams about him."

I laughed, Trisha could be a bit on the outrageous side, but Katie adored her.

"Name is Jack, his son JJ (Jack Junior) is in Katie's class. Lost his wife to cancer a year after the kid was born. Is always here to pick JJ up, says he made an arrangement with his boss." 

"Is there anyone here whose full history you don't know?"

"The school gate is a hot bed of gossip, always hearing interesting things. See her, over there beside, Jack with the too blonde hair?"

Despite myself I scanned the crowd and found who Trisha meant: "Yes."

"Well the rumour mill has it ......"

"Stop, I don't want to know. I'd never be able to look her in the face, no matter what it is." 

"I'd love to hear it." A deep voice behind us made us both turn. "I never hear the gossip. Why do women keep all the good stories to themselves?"

"Because they can't be sure that men will pass them on and a good story has to be passed on." Trisha answered him pertly. "Hi Jack."

"Hi T, I promise if you tell me I will definitely pass it on."

"Jack, this is Olive, Katie's Mom, my boss, so make sure to tell her how I am always on time." One of Trisha's few failings was her inability to be on time. For anything. But she was getting better and since Katie's teacher ran the after school play group, it had not caused any problems.

"Hi Olive, Katie is a great kid, think JJ may have a crush on her in a few years." As we shook hands Trisha nudged him with her elbow. "Oh yes, and Trisha is never, ever late."

I had been smiling at the exchange over gossip, but now laughed at the idea that Trisha had never been late. 

"Hi Jack, nice to meet you."

And that is how it started. While I would love to say we lived happily ever after, it wouldn't be quite true. We have had our ups and downs, like any couple. I was adamant that I would always maintain my independence and never marry again. Jack was equally adamant that we would marry and that when we had our own kids I would be a stay at home Mom. 

Oddly the solution for us came from Jack's interest in kink. Slowly through the first year of our relationship, Jack began to introduce me to the idea of using ropes and toys in the bedroom. I had always been a little reserved, but under his guidance, I began to relax and actually enjoy sex. I even started to have wild fantasies. 

He then began to talk to be about the idea of dominance and submission. He asked me would I be willing to try it for a while. Nothing too heavy he promised, and obviously not anywhere near the kids. Initially I rebelled at the idea, I was a strong woman, I was not submissive to anyone. But as I read more and more about it, I began to understand and agreed.

From little acorns great oaks will grow, I loved it. I had come to trust Jack completely and so was able to surrender to him completely. We would organise weekends away where I was free to be submissive to him. They were some wonderful weekends where I took care of his every need and found a fulfilment in so doing that I had not known before. 

It was about this time that I discovered I was pregnant, an accident. Jack once again raised the idea of getting married and I said yes to him with my whole heart. 

With the arrival of Aaron and then Michael, our weekends away became harder to organise, asking friends to mind four kids is too much of an imposition, so Jack came up with the simple solution of building an extension onto the side of the house. The ground floor would finally give the kids a play room of their own and upstairs it would be our play room. Accessible only through our bedroom, we nicknamed it the Haven. 

Since then we have not looked back. Somehow we have survived broken limbs, piano lessons, acne, failed exams, broken hearts and all the other stuff that life has thrown at us. Over time our dominant submissive relationship deepened to become a Master slave one. To the outside world, he is my partner, my husband and my best friend, but he is also my Master. 

Chapter 1

"Mom, Dad?"

I heard my son's voice and looked up at Master, he must have heard it too but his eyes remained closed. 

"Mom, Dad?" There was a knock on the door. Grabbing my hair, Master pushed his cock deeper into my throat.

"Come in son."

My squeak of surprise was lost around the meat in my mouth. We had talked about what was going to happen to-day, but I had not expected JJ to be invited into the Haven.

"Oh shit sorry, I thought you said come in."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see JJ turning to head back out.

"I did, I am nearly finished here." Master punctuated his words with thrusts of his cock and I felt him swell and my mouth begin to fill with his cum.

"I'll come back."

"No, stay son, I want to talk to you." 

Looking down at me, Master said: "Show." 

I opened my mouth wide, showing it full of his seed, 

"Swallow." I obeyed. 

"Clean." I took his cock back into my mouth and using my tongue obeyed again. The responses to his commands too ingrained to stop despite JJ being there. 

"Good girl." Master leaned down and kissed the top of my head. Looking up at him, I smiled, happy to have pleased him. 

"JJ don't hover in the doorway, come in. I want to talk to you." 

"Yes Sir." JJ closed the door behind him and tried to look anywhere other than at his mother kneeling naked on the floor. I did not move; I had not been given permission to. 

Jack put on a robe before pulling JJ in for a hug. "Did you have a good night last night?" After a family dinner to celebrate his coming of age, JJ had gone off to meet some friends. 

"Yeah was good thanks Dad, went to see a band, they weren't great, but it was a good night. We had a laugh." His voice was a bit shaky.

"Good. Good. Come sit down son." Jack led the way to the two easy chairs to my right. Still JJ tried to avoid looking at me but when he sneaked a glance, Jack noticed.

"She is beautiful isn't she?" 

JJ blushed and nodded. 

"You have seen a naked woman before haven't you son?"

Without answering, JJ tried to steer the conversation away from me. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something."

"First look at your mother, properly." 

"Dad, please, this is doesn't feel right. She's naked." He still kept his head turned away. 

"Doesn't feel right son? Why not? She is a beautiful woman, her body is there to be appreciated."

Part of me agreed with JJ, he should not be seeing me like this, but when Jack had talked to me about it he had asked a simple question: "Who better to teach the boy about the facts of life than his parents?" He made it sound so simple that I put aside my misgivings and agreed. 

"Stand girl, let the boy look at you." JJ was still trying his hardest not to look at me. 

"Yes, Master."

JJ's eyes flew up when he heard me call Jack, Master looking between us confused. Taking that as his cue, Jack began to explain the basics of the lifestyle we had tried to keep hidden from the kids for so long. He began to go into the technicalities of the Master slave relationship. I could see that JJ was having a hard time taking it in.

"Permission to speak, Master?"

"Granted girl."

"Son, all you need to understand, is that your father and I love each other, and this is the way we have found that allows us to show that love to the other." 

JJ nodded. It was a lot for him to take in, but he seemed to be getting more comfortable.

"And you are okay with me seeing you naked Mom?"

I tried to make light of it: "Too late now son. Why don't you listen to what your father has to say?"

Master came to where I was standing and hugged me: "My beautiful clever girl."

Retaking his seat, Master focussed on JJ again: "What I want to talk to you about son is women." 

JJ had dropped his gaze to between his feet. "Dad," he dragged out the word in the way only exasperated teenagers can. "We've had sex ed in school. I know about women." 

He was looking uncomfortable again, I almost felt sorry for him. But his father had decided that this was a lesson that JJ needed to learn.

Jack laughed his big laugh, "No son, you know the mechanics, put object A, into slot B. Repeat as necessary."

Jack looked over at me. "Do you know what a woman smells like when she is turned on? Do you know the noises she makes when your cock sinks into her wetness? Do you know what her cunt feels like when she is orgasming? How it grips you so tight it feels like you are in a vice?"

"Dad!" JJ's voice was sharper and he moved uncomfortably in his chair. I was spellbound by my Master's soft voice, it felt almost like a caress on my skin.

"Do you know how to turn her on? Do you know how to please her? To make her cum and cum again so that she is begging you to fuck her? Do you know the difference between making love to a woman versus fucking her?"

Jack waited until JJ looked up at him before continuing:

"Son, one of the most important decisions you will make in your life is the woman you choose to spend it with. You will have to know how to make her happy and keep her happy. A well fucked woman is a happy woman." 

Looking back at me, he asked: "Wouldn't you agree girl?"

"Yes, Master."

"Come here girl."

As I crawled to cover the short space between us, I could feel my tits sway, looking up I could see JJ watching me. I smiled encouragingly at him, hoping he was not getting too freaked out at seeing me act like this. Although he was not my biological son, I was the only mother he had ever known and we had always been close. 

I knelt in the spot indicated by Master, between the two chairs, my back straight and hands resting with palms up on my thighs. 

Taking a conversational tone, Jack asked JJ: "Are you a tit man son? I am. One of the first things I noticed about her was her tits. She had them hidden under an ugly blue dress, but I could see they were magnificent. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them." 

Master reached out and took one of my DD's in his hand. 

JJ made no reply but Jack continued: "I love tits, soft yet firm, just like a woman." 

Silence fell for a moment, JJ looked hypnotised watching his father play with my breast.

"Never underestimate the effect playing with a woman's tits will have on her. Large or small or somewhere in between, you'll find that most are hot wired to their pussies." 

He ran his thumb over the puckered flesh of my nipple. 

"See how her nipples are hardening already." I couldn't help it, being on display was a major turn on for me, I could feel my pussy begin to tingle. 

"And these taste so good." Catching the nipple in his mouth, he sucked deeply before turning back to JJ. 

"See how hard they get. Have you ever felt a woman's tits JJ?"

"Dad?"

"Son, believe me, you will rarely see better tits than these. Go on, hold one. You don't have to do anything, just take it in your hand." 

Reaching out he took JJ's hand and then placed it on my other breast. I held by breath, had Master gone too far, too fast? JJ's hand did not move for several seconds then I felt his grip tighten slowly as he took the weight. 

Oh god, there was something wrong with me, my pussy flooded as he began to tease the nipple as his father had done. His face was a picture of complete concentration as he flicked back and forth.

"You have held a tit before right son?"

Never taking his eyes off the large orb of flesh in his hand, JJ answered his father: "Yes, but not as big as these."

"Here, try them both at once." Master sat back and watched as JJ fondled and squeezed my tits. "They feel good don't they? You really should taste them, let's see if you can get those nipples harder. I have seen them so hard she could take your eye out with one." 

JJ's eyes flew to mine again, I nodded then slowly, almost as if he was in a trance, he lowered first his gaze and then his mouth. It felt like an eternity before I felt his tongue flick out and taste me for the first time. I couldn't help it, I arched my back and pushed my tit into his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirl around my engorged nipple. I heard a moan but was not sure if it was from JJ or me. Again Master stayed quiet for a short while to allow JJ to get comfortable.

"Use your teeth, she likes that, not all girls will mind you, but this one does." I could feel Master's hand on my head, stroking my hair. JJ caught the nipple between his tongue and teeth before biting down gently. I gasped as small spikes of pain radiated through my breast. JJ switched sides and began the same exquisite torture. 

"Squeeze them, she likes that too."

JJ did as he father suggested, my breath was becoming ragged, and when his fingers dug deeply into the flesh, I couldn't help but moan.

"Told you she liked it."

JJ lowered his head again, and this time sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. I love having my tits played with, I can orgasm when Master has bound them tightly and then sucks them. While JJ's attentions were nowhere near as painful, there was something about watching my son's mouth working on me that was so erotic.

"Imagine your cock nestled between those two beauties son." Master had his own cock out now and was stroking himself slowly. He always enjoyed watching me being used. 

"Have you ever fucked a woman JJ?"

JJ raised his head but did my let go of my tits instead pulling hard on my nipples as he answered: "No Sir."

"Ever had one suck your cock?"

"Once Sir, but it was only for a few minutes. She didn't like it."

"That's a pity. Nothing like having your cock sucked; watching her gag on you, feeling her tongue exploring you, watching her struggle to swallow your load, some dribbling down her chin, landing on her tits."

I heard JJ's breathing change the images his father was creating were having an effect on him.

"Or pulling out before you cum and spraying her tits with it, or her face. Yeah, definitely one of the good things in life." Jack paused. "Ever thought about what it would be like son?"

It took JJ a few moments to process that he had been asked a question and when he whispered his answer his eyes were on my mouth. "Yes!"

Master leant forward and pushed his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it imagining it was JJ's cock. I looked directly into his eyes as I bobbed my head pulling the digit in and out of my mouth. JJ's eyes were still riveted on my mouth he had even stopped playing with my tits.

"Would you like to feel what it is like? With a woman who loves to suck cock?"

JJ's answer was a moan. Any nervousness he had was lost under an avalanche of hormones.

"Consider it an extra 18th birthday present from your Mom. Sit back and let her do all the work."

Before his father had even stopped speaking JJ had moved back in his chair and I crawled between his legs. I could see the outline of his cock through his sweat pants, the anticipation of tasting him had my pussy purring but I was determined to go slow, to show my gorgeous son, just what pleasure a woman's mouth can offer. 

Snaking my hands under the elastic waist band, I gently pulled down as JJ raised his hips. I couldn't help but gasp when his cock sprang free. It was gorgeous, a good eight inches if not more and fat. I felt the wetness rush to my pussy. I was going to enjoy this. 

Looking up at JJ, I smiled before leaning forward and licking from the base of the shaft to the purple head, I could already taste the pre cum as I swirled my tongue around the slippery tight skin. I heard JJ moan above me as I licked my way back down again and then let my tongue explore his balls. 

Taking his shaft in my hand, I pumped him slowly pulling the skin tight before claiming my prize of that beautiful head in my mouth. He was even fatter than his father and I could feel my mouth stretching to accommodate him. It was delicious, the salty pre cum, the smell of him, the taste of his skin. 

Relaxing my throat and kneeling higher, I fed the stunning cock into my mouth, exploring all the contours with my tongue before feeding it down my throat. As I swallowed the head, I heard JJ gasp and moan. I held it there for a few moments, before pulling my head back a little and exploring some more with my tongue. I didn't have to tighten my lips much, they were already stretched nearly to their limit and sucked his meat back into my mouth. 

"Oh god, I am going to cum. I'm sorry Mom." 

And with that he exploded in my mouth. Oh god the taste of it was sweet and salty and he kept cumming, I felt spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat. I didn't hold it in my mouth as I did for Master but greedily swallowed and continued sucking until I got every last drop of his tasty cum. I kept on licking even when I knew his balls were dry, just to enjoy the feel of him in my mouth. 

"Oh god, that was amazing." JJ was now slumped back in the chair and I reluctantly let his cock fall out of my mouth. "Thanks Mom."

I couldn't help it, I giggled: "My pleasure son, you have a gorgeous cock."

"If you are quite finished girl, I have another waiting for you here." Masters voice sounded amused. I turned and crawled to him. 

"Thank you Master," as I took him in my hand I went on "and you have THE most gorgeous cock Sir."

I began with his balls, slowly exploring them with my tongue before sucking them gently into my mouth one at a time and then together. As I lavished my attention on his cock, I heard Master speaking to JJ.

"Did you enjoy that son?"

"Hell yeah Dad. Can all girls do it like that?" 

"With a bit of time and patience they can learn, but still have never found one quite as good as your Mom." 

His hand in my hair pulled me to the top of his cock. 

"She was a natural, from the first moment I stuffed her mouth." Looking up at him I smiled to hear him praise me like that.

"You've got to let them take it at their own pace, only take as much of your cock as they can manage. As they get used to it, the will be able to take more and more."

I took all of Master's cock into my mouth enjoying the familiar taste and smell of him.

"See that, she can deep throat it now. Took her a while, but we got there."

For a few minutes no-one spoke, the only sounds my slurping at Master's cock. 

"Dad?"

"Mmm?"

"Should I go?"

"No, No son, stay where you are. Let me just enjoy the girls mouth for a few more minutes and then we will go on to the next lesson. Unless of course you still think you know all about women?"

JJ laughed. "You always said we should never pass up an opportunity to learn, Dad!"

I felt Master laughing. "Well said, well said" Pulling my hair, he pulled me off his cock. "Come on girl, you have an eager pupil to teach." 



Jack



"Do we have plans tonight?"

"Not really. I had thought we'd enjoy a quiet night at home."

"Jack called me."

"Jack?"

"You remember Jack, from the old neighborhood."

"Oh, Jack."

"You liked Jack. He's in town on business and asked if we could stop by for a drink."

"I guess we could do that."

"I'll let him know we're coming."

"Where are we going?"

"He's staying at the Ambassador. He's on a schedule, so it'll just be an hour or so. We'll stop by and say 'Hello' and then we can get back to our quiet evening at home."

"If I'm getting dressed up, we should go out after."

"Whatever you like."

"What should I wear?"

"Something sexy. You know I like sexy."

~

"About time! Stacey, I'm so glad to see you."

"Hey, Jack."

"You remember Steve and Rick."

"Sure. Hey, guys."

"Wow, Stacey, you look great."

"Thank you. I try.

"This is the Bone."

"Nice to meet you, Bone. Is that really your name?"

Bone blushed. "No, it's just what Jack calls me."

"Why does he call you Bone?"

"Show her, Bone."

The Bone reached down and undid the buckle of his belt. Stacey's eyes opened wide in surprise. Fingers fumbled with the button and unzipped the fly. The Bone's trousers started to fall. Hitching his thumbs into the elastic of the underlying boxers, The Bone pushed the full ensemble of pants to his knees. An enormous prick popped out from between the tails of his button-down shirt.

"Oh, my," said Stacey as she moved to her knees before the stiffening rod. "That's quite a bone you have there." Her words dissolved into a muffled groan as she took the head of his mighty cock between her lips.

In many situations, when a couple start having sex in a room of people, someone will say "let's give them some privacy" and move along. This was not that kind of crowd. Instead, Jack and Steve and Rick began to unfasten their pants in an organized disrobing effort. Soon four dicks hovered in the space around Stacey's head. Smiling as she sucked, she took members in each hand and began a rotation of sucks. Somehow her clothes began to fall away, pulled and shed in quick motions.

Some men might be bothered, bearing witness to the sudden symphony of sexual attention befalling their beloved wife. I was not one of those men. For me, the arousal derived from watching the hungry feast of love making attended by my woman and my friends is infinite. 

Not all women enjoy a gangbang, but the ones who do embrace the overflow of sexuality do so with gusto. An individual male, regardless of his libido, unless he has been deprived of sex for months and years, can only provide a modicum of attention to a female, only so much fucking as his testosterone and physical stamina can provide. At his best, he can only fill one hole, so to speak, supplementing the fullness of his rigid dick with the digital play of his fingers. Toys and whatnot can be used to help in the effort. But there are limits to the satisfactions one man can provide.

A woman, on the other hand, is designed to accommodate three or four men, simultaneously, with ease. For some women, this intense over-stock of prick is a dream come true. The excitement and ecstatic joys derived from the friendly romp is beyond any fantasy. Find a woman in the throes of a gangbang and I'll show you a very happy woman. And I like to keep my woman happy.

It also disturbs me to know there are friends who have no outlet for their lust, wandering the night with hard-ons, paying strippers to tease them or, worse yet, enduring the extortions of needy girlfriends simply to get a weekly tug. No man should suffer the pangs of denial, when a good friend is nearby to offer to share the skilled attentions of his attractive partner.

I particularly enjoy the show. There is nothing quite like watching two good friends fucking for you. The spread of her cunt as it engulfs the dick she's riding. The thrilled smile of her mouth slipping up and down his throbbing erection. The wiggle of her titties as a hand reaches in to tweak her nipple. What a sight to see!

As things got started, Stacey sucked the dick in her mouth while jacking two cocks, one on each side. Fingers below diddled her already slick pussy. The dick's moved in rotation, the one in her mouth replaced by the one in her right hand, left hand to right hand, mouth to left hand. After some time, the one behind lifted her ass and plunged into her cunt. The moans grow finally she moved onto the bed.

A bed or ottoman is the preferred furniture for a gangbang. A sofa can work but the back and arms become obstacles. The floor is okay but the surface is unforgiving. After a time playing see-saw between the dick in her cunt and the cock in her mouth, Stacey straddled a thick one and took herself for a ride. Someone slowed down the oscillation of her ass long enough to slip another sturdy pole into her tight asshole. Groans exploded through the hotel room until another dick filled her still mumbling mouth.

Her eyes wide with ecstasy, I watched in delight as she enjoyed the fuck out of the ravaging multi-fuck. I love pleasing my woman. Nothing spells pleasure like getting some friends to help out with the effort. I waited my turn, crank in hand, until I took the opportunity to slip inside her fiery slit. Her orgasms came in waves, endless crashing waves.

One by one, the guys spewed their loads across her tongue. Stacey slurped up the cum, licking her lips and furiously rubbing her still enflamed clit. Jack poured a round of drinks and we raised a toast to our good time. Looking forward to parties to come. 

~

As we rode home, I couldn't help but rub it in.

"I told you that you liked Jack," I teased.

"Yeah," she said wearily, smiling wide and relaxing visibly in the seat beside me. "I do like Jack."



Jack



"Did you ever think of being a sex therapist doc?" Steve asked.

"I'm not a doctor. I'm an undergrad," Jack reminded. It didn't seem like they were paying attention to him anymore though.

Jack thought about the possibility of becoming a sex therapist as he ran home. It was something to consider at least. He had a definite interest in the subject.

He got home out of breath and locked the door behind himself. He flew out of his clothes and jerked off in his bedroom to a fantasy of having sex with Melissa and having Linda staring at him with her penetrating eyes. It was a fantasy that kept him occupied many a cold night while waiting for Melissa's return.



Jack



Derek was irrational. The love of his life, Left him. He burst through my door and threw himself into arms. I was shocked, but as a good friend, I took it gracefully and let him cry.

I helped him over to the sofa and asked him to tell me the whole story.

"Steph left me. I love her so much, Jack."

"I know, I know. Now, tell me what happened."

"She had gotten cold lately. I thought she was upset with me, like I was stringing her along, or something. I wanted to do the right thing. I love her. I had a ring made for her. It was...so beautiful."

"Like her?"

"Yeah, yeah, just like her. I waited until she came home tonight and I sat her down. I wanted to do this right. I did it the way it should be done. I took her hand, I had candles, I had her ring....it was perfect. I took her hand, and said to her, 'Stephanie, will you be my wife?' I was so scared."

"Keep going." I could see how hard all this was for him, but he had to get it out. He was stammering, blubbering, I couldn't see him like that anymore.

"Okay." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "She looked scared, like she didn't know what to do. She did say yes to me. She said yes. I was so happy that I picked her up and kissed her. When I set her down, she told me that she wanted to tell her parents so we could all celebrate together. I was all for it. She left, and I noticed that I had forgotten to give her the ring. I knew I couldn't catch her, so I followed her.

"She lied, Jack. She went to her lover's house. I saw her go to him. He kissed her.....I just sat there. I didn't know what to do. I am not a violent man, so I just sat there. 

"I waited for her. Almost two hours later, she came out. When she saw me, she just acted like she was irritated, no fear, no nervousness, nothing. Just like I was an insect on her finger.

"She told me that she didn't want me to find out this way. To her, I was a temporary distraction until something better came along. She was so icy, Jack. So, so cold.

"I am really sorry about this. I didn't know where else to go...and I needed someone to talk to."

"You are always welcome here, Derek, you know that."

He broke down hard, his nose running, his shirt collar wet with tears. Ah, Derek. At 23, he barely knew life, and to have his heart crushed so early, I felt for him. He had only had two girlfriends, he was sensitive, he was handsome, and he was so terribly sad.

I remember what he looked like then. He wasn't very tall, five feet ten, if he was an inch. He has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He was still growing out of his childhood acne. Derek was the average guy, I have been told. I always thought of him as unique. His shyness was dreadful and his heart was immense. 

He had a slight pudge to his belly due to too much pizza and not enough exercise. I found it very attractive. I wasn't much for cut guys anyway.

Polite, intelligent, kind and friendly.

I sighed and stood. I thought about all the pain he was going to have to live through I was full of regret. He was much too sweet to go through any of this. I didn't want to talk of her, so I tried my best to comfort this broken young man.

"Derek, I think you could use some rest. Come with me. I will fix you up in the spare room." he followed willingly enough, though that disjointed look about him was haunting.

"You will be comfortable here. Stay as long as you like. You have your own bathroom and there are shirts and shorts the dresser. They should fit you, so use what you can." He nodded absently and I sighed again. Just standing there, he looked to the dwindling twilight through the open blinds.

I didn't want him to just mope all night in his clothes, so I tried to make him more comfortable.

"Derek, I am going to help you get undressed a bit, okay? If I make you uncomfortable, just let me know." He didn't say a word. He stood limply as I took his jacket off and flung it to the chair. I set him on the bed, taking off his shoes and placing them under the bed.

When I reached for his belt, he put his hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay, John, I will be sitting up for a while." I blinked when he called me John. He has never done that before. He was hurting more than I had originally thought. Much more.

"Okay. I will be in my room. I usually read for a while, but I will shut my light out at ten. No matter what, if you need something, tell me. I am here for you."

"Sure, and thanks. You know, for being such a good friend and all."

"Thank you, Derek. It had been my pleasure being your friend. Now, remember, I am just down the hall." I turned to leave, but he stopped me with an odd question.

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-two. I thought you knew that."

"No, I didn't."

"Thanks, again, Jack."

"Anytime. Get some rest. We'll get bagels for breakfast, good?"

"Yeah, sounds really good."

I shut the door and smiled. Such a sweet boy. I was still thrown by his question, but I suppose it was one way of easing his pain. 

I puttered about in my room for an hour before I gave into weariness and fell into bed.

I was awakened sometime later by the click of my door latch. Derek.

"Hey, there. Let me turn the light on for you."

"No, that's okay. I would like it off."

"Sure. What can I do for you?"

He came to the bed and sat down near my feet.

"What's it like being gay?"

"I don't know. What's it like being straight?" He didn't answer, and I wasn't going to push him.

"John, I am hurting so badly."

"I know, Derek."

"Do you know what it's like to want something so bad, and you just don't know how to get it?"

"Yes, I do. What is on your mind?"

"I want you to make love to me." I was so stunned all I could do was sputter.

"Make love.....what?"

"Okay, fuck me. I want you to fuck me, John."

"You don't know what you are saying."

"Yes I do!" His rage frightened me for a moment, but he seemed to calm again. I kept quiet until I heard him completely.

"Jack, please! I know that I am just a stupid kid, that I don't know dick about life, but right now I feel empty and unloved."

"Is that what you want? For me to love you?"

"No. Yes. I am not really sure. In a way.....damn, I didn't know this would be so hard!"

"Derek, you have almost no sexual experience, only two girlfriends. You are hurting and depressed. Do you think that makes you gay?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I feel like I have missed something. I still like women, but I think of men....." he just shrugged.

"You feel an attraction. I see now." I could almost feel the relief dripping from him.

"I knew you would understand."

"Don't be so sure. If this is what you really want, I will give it to you. Against my better judgment. There are no attachments here. I am not in love with you and you are not in love with me. Though sex without love is tragic, I will put my heart and my body on the line, for you.

"I will make love to you, Derek, because you need more than to be fucked."

"Jack,...." He wanted to say so many things. I understood what he was going through. I didn't let him finish.

"No matter. Let the words rest. I will teach you."

I could feel him nodding and heard him take a cleansing breath. I got out of bed and stood before him. I took his hands and had him stand with me. 

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle him. Letting him adjust to his experience, I kissed his forehead and shut my eyes. His breath was ragged and hot on my neck. We didn't speak a word. He followed me through without question, without hesitation.

I leaned down and kissed his mouth with tenderness. When he deepened the kiss, I knew he was ready to move on.

We embraced, letting our tongues explore each other with passion. My nudity was obvious as my hardness pressed against him. He pulled away and undressed quickly. I smiled as he settled on the bed. In his nervousness, he was stiff, shaking, insecure. I took his hand in mine, ignoring the chill and sat next to him. I stroked his brow and I felt for him. He was putting on a brave front, but I knew he was scared. So was I my first time. We all are.

So young, sweet Derek. I will make love to you, dear one, and hopefully it will be what you have asked for. I smiled again at my thoughts.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him. I began a slow massage of his temples, working down his ears, jaw and to his neck. He purred when I ran my fingers over his cheeks and chin, pausing to stroke his shoulders.

Over his shoulders, to his arms. Each one in time, working to his hands. His skin was so soft, I had to stifle a moan and I took his hand in mine. His eyes closed and I rubbed his fingers, pulling the tension out. 

I could smell his desire, sudden, overwhelming. It hung heavy about the room as the most erotic cologne. His skin took on this scent of sugar and a touch of salty tears. I had to frown at that reminder of his pain.

I leaned in closer and touched my lips to his collarbone. He started slightly and I gave him an apologetic grin. He watched me closely as I traveled along his chest, licking, sucking, tasting, his body had become irresistible to me.

I could feel his hardness pressing against me as I leaned into him more, wanting to have all of him at once. My lips made a trail over his chest, down his belly, pausing to dip my tongue in his navel and he shivered. He didn't have a lot of hair, and it made him seem so young. The thought made me pause briefly.

I looked to his eyes and saw that hunger burning. I positioned myself, ready to take him in my mouth when his hand came up to my cheek. I looked to him again and he smiled.

Without another thought, I took his hardness in my hand and stroked him softly. I was hypnotised by him, letting my instincts take over for me.

His cock filled my hand and then some, enough for me to put another hand over him. He looked so good, his juiced primed and running over my knuckles. I pulled his skin back to adore the gleaming head, taking a lick.

With a hearty moan, he bucked his hips. No longer could we wait.

Closing my mouth over him, I flipped my tongue lightly over his glans, letting the texture of him become part of my memory.

Sliding over him smoothly, I took all I could into me, his hand never leaving my face. It was incredible to me. I did not love this man, but it felt that way. I was giving him a part of me and the sentimental part of my soul told me that this was an act of love. 

Truly, a beautiful experience.

I could feel my own cock dripping and I was so ready for him. Was he ready for me?

"Derek, come here. I will teach you something."

He sat up, a bit disappointed, but willingly. I took his place and let him sit between my legs.

"I would like you to try."

"I haven't done this before."

"I know. Just try." He looked at me blankly for a few minutes. I didn't pressure him, I let him go when he was ready.

He looked at my shaft, slightly intimidated. Not the size of me, but it was the anticipation and the hardness that was a bit frightening. He finally reached out to touch me and I moaned. He shot his hand back, afraid he had hurt me.

"Jack?"

"It's okay, honey. You are fine."

He took a deep breath and put his hand over me again. This time, I waited for him to more comfortable. So difficult, so difficult.

With the softest strokes me moved me, full strokes, half strokes. Experimenting with me. I was pleased. I watched him carefully, seeing how well he liked it. To me, he seemed to enjoy the freedom I gave him. He looked to me and smiled. I wondered what he was up to.

He moved back a bit and leaned down to press his lips to my cock. I stifled the moan that came to surface and tried to let him go on his own.

I nodded when he looked to me, uncertain. I closed my eyes when his mouth finally moved over me. "Derek...." My sighs took over for my speech and I was lost. For a young man who had never touched a cock other than his own, he did remarkably well. He took me with care and tenderness. I was touched.

"Jack? Are you okay?" I opened my eyes and smiled.

"Oh yes. I am fine."

"I was worried. You didn't tell me anything."

"I am sorry. To say that you are wonderful would be an understatement. There was no need to tell you anything."

"Are you saying I am a natural?"

"Yes, I suppose I am." He sat back laughed and I smiled wider. This was good. He has finally relaxed.

"Should I thank you?"

"I think I should thank you, love."

He moved to my side and laid quietly for a moment. I could see his mind working and I wondered what he was up to now.

"Is that all there is to it? I thought there would be more."

"There is a lot more. This is just what I am giving you for now. I will teach you something else tonight."

"You haven't come."

"Neither have you."

"I thought you would."

"That is a bit soon for you. You aren't ready for that."

"I would like to know what you taste like."

"You will. Slow down. We have all the time in the world." 

He kissed me. That began the best love making I have ever experienced. With every caress and nuzzle, I felt tremendous love. The acts we entered into made me feel things I haven't felt before. As I look back, I see it simply. Derek excited me, his kindness and his inexperience making it that much better.

When he held my cock again, I put my hand over his and held tight.

"Wait, there is something else to show you." He nodded and waited for me to move from under him.

"Lie back. I want to be inside you." 

To be continued in part two.



Jack



I took Jack by surprise when I rapped my arms around him and kissed him. I trailed my fingers down his back over his coat. Then I slowed down, he was so quiet I was afraid that I did the wrong thing. For a moment I quit kissing him and leaned back. In the pale green light I could still see him. I leaned up to kiss him again, I couldn't fight the pull of his warm strong mouth. My left hand slid up his chest to his shoulder and clutched his hair. It felt as if silk was around my fingers while his tongue flickered with shear power and softness against mine, I was so turned on that I thought for sure I'd go mad.

His eyes turned warmer, his body loosened, and his kisses started to match my own. I was pushing against him, my thigh brushing against his knee and rubbing against his leg. It had been so long since I had done something with someone new, I felt so nervous inside. My hands found his small, cute ass and pulled him closer to me.

Then we both were holding still, looking at each other. My eyes lifted to meet his and I hoped he wasn't going to judge. Awkwardness seamed to fill the space between us. I knew if I held still it was going to be way too uncomfortable. My hands reached inside of his jacket, trying not to shake, trailing my fingers down his chest, and then gently rubbed his nipple with my thumb through his shirt. Shudders rippled through him and he raised his hips forward. My fingers roamed over him, feeling his nipples and caressing the powerful muscles of his chest. Easily I slipped my hands under his shirt, hairs tickling my arm. This was the first densely covered hairy chest I had ever felt. His body began to relax and his hands found my chest. Gently he held me and tenderly squeezed my nipples. Our mouths came together, gently caressing each other's tongues and running our fingers through each others silky hair. He was a better kisser than I had ever dreamed.

His body pulled me closer and I leaned against the door, ceasing all thought. On the narrowness of the soft bench we lay close together. I led the way by stroking his hip, nervously rubbing the curvy boneyness of his pelvic bone. We were so close to each other, his eyes almost looking into my mind. 

Jack's hand rested on my bare stomach. At first my body twitched against his hand, but his touch was light and I tried not to move. His fingers roamed the plains of my abdomen. The slight roughness of his fingers reminded me of his job, I'd watched him work so many times. He was good, very good, and rarely didn't know how to fix a machine. The same intelligence and strength seemed to be showing now. His fingers moved slowly to meet my smooth silk bra. Points came out through the material, creating miniature mountains of hard wrinkled flesh on top of the two very large globes. His touch was so gentle my body felt like it was burning and my pussy was already drenched.

His eyes widened and, as my legs started moving in pleasure, his body became hard against me including his dick. With a curious eye, I slowly moved my hand down to his hip, trailed my fingers over his pelvic bone, and slid my hand against his thigh. He smiled and did the same in return.

A shiver of pleasure caused a moan to come from the back of my throat, causing my back to arch forward, pushing my chest against his, and moving my hand up to the warm hardness between Jack's legs. The crystal blue globes of his eyes disappeared for a few seconds and he smiled at me.

Strong fingers reached around my back, molding my sides like clay beneath his hands, and unhooked my bra. His mouth descended upon mine and our tongues seamed to dance against each other. His mouth seemed to control mine, leading the way and caressing my bottom lip.

Four pops sounded, signaling the release of the top half of my body as my bra was pushed off. For a moment his eyes looked into mine and then descended down to my chest. I smiled, this was my most joyful asset, but I didn't expect him to just stare. In the green hazy light coming from the radio's clock in the dashboard I saw his hands slowly cup the undersides of my breasts and lift them to attention. Jack seemed to be astounded at the size of my tits. "Do you like?" I asked.

An odd grin came over his face. "Yes!" he half choked - half laughed, "Yes, I do!"

His tongue descended upon my chest, flicking the tip of my nipple with his tongue with such powerful strokes that it sent currents of electricity through my body. No man had ever had this effect on my body before. I leaned back against the door again, my head tilting back where my forehead was touching the glass and I could see the stars and my car at the same time.

Reality struck for a moment and I felt some guilt, but it quickly rushed away again as I remembered my best friend saying that I needed to start making myself happy. The adrenaline that was pumping through me collided and mixed with the alcohol I had been drinking earlier. I more than knew what I was doing, though, Jack was a sexy guy and I took the opportunity that had been given. By pleasuring him I would be making myself happy and hopefully him too, that was it and nothing more.

My hand trailed across his chest again, letting my fingers run between the hairs on his chest. The muscles in my pelvis tightened as my fingers fell onto the crotch of his jeans. He was hard, huge, and I was instantly transfixed on it. However much I may have wanted to go slowly, I couldn't. My fingers found the buttons of his pants and pulled on the restrictive fabric. After a slight struggle, the button was freed and his zipper undone. Small, cute, underwear was found and he sat up to push them down. My mouth found his neck and massaged the tendons there with my tongue. He smelled so good, an arousing mixture of cigarettes, woodsmoke, and cologne that seemed to be making me so horny I was almost dizzy.

When I moved my hand a smooth, extremely large, very hard dick rested in my palm. "Damn," I thought, "I figured he'd be huge, but, FUCK!" He leaned back, exhaling, and I took the opportunity to kiss him. My left hand roamed the back of his neck, my fingers ran through his hair, pulling him to me as his fingers flowed through the river of my hair and held me to him. His chest hair tickled my tits and I felt my nipples become even harder. His dick was a heavy fragile thing in my hands, I was so excited at seeing this wondrous creature that I could hardly contain myself. This marvelous thing was gorgeous and I instantly wanted it in my mouth. In some strange way he turned me on. In some odd way from the very first time I dreamed about him I knew that he would.

Jack's long boney fingers, slightly callused from over use, trailed down my arm and cupped my hand making me hold him even tighter. Waves of electricity flowed through me like never before. I'd never been so turned on and so wanting to bring someone else more pleasure than was humanly possible.

I began kissing his chest, allowing my tongue to roam across his nipple then to the other, licking it teasingly, then trailing a path down to his bellybutton, and then back up again to his nipples before kissing him again.

With one last kiss and both of us pulling on the back of each other's necks with desire, I leaned down to look at his dick for the first time in plain view. It was very muscular and good sized, but extremely long, the longest I had seen, and it was just perfect for sucking. His hand pushed against my head, I guess he didn't know how much I enjoyed doing this. Tiny kisses flowed from my mouth starting at the head of his dick to down to near his balls. While his left hand was still clutched around my head, his other had begun to rub against my nipple, not grabbing it, but holding it in his hand and rubbing it against his palm. I inhaled deeply and he smelled wonderful. I finally kissed his head and opened my mouth and let him slide inside.

A slight moan was all I heard and then nothing. My tongue followed in line with my mouth, rubbing across the underside as my mouth slid up and down. In a minute he hadn't moved much, just pushed his hip toward me. He was so silent I was worried he didn't like it. First times happen with everything. As I leaned back my head and looked up he began to move and his eyes were looking down at me with a fixed grin on his face. When his fingers started running through my hair, I knew he liked it. I sucked as hard as I could, flicking my tongue along the underside of the head of his dick. He moaned and I slid my mouth down his wonderful cock. I had to struggle to get him down my throat he was so long and I still had room left! He moaned again and an incredible shiver of pleasure ran through me as my quiet, powerful, intelligent, Jack relaxed and let me take over as I proceeded to try to bring him as much pleasure as I could.

He was sitting so perfectly still that I didn't know if he liked it for sure, then his hands moved to my shoulders and rubbed them lightly. His left hand suddenly moved and clutched the bottom of the steering wheel. This was my chance to see how good he thought it felt. My right hand grazed gently across his wrist, and had barely touched his hand before he held mine tightly. Slowly I forced my neck muscles to move my head in a faster rhythm. Every downward motion caused his hand to hold mine tighter. His dick was tasting better every second and my legs couldn't hold still anymore. I hadn't been this turned on in a long time from merely sucking like that and I hadn't enjoyed it this much in a long time, either.

His hand was like a vise over mine now, but it didn't hurt in the least bit. He let go and held onto the wheel again, I guess he thought it was hurting me. My left hand replaced my right caressing his dick with my thumb and fingers while moving in the same pace as my mouth. His right hand trailed down to my bare arm, his fingers running over my left elbow. For once the touch didn't bother me on that sensitive spot where my arm had been broken years ago leaving a scar that no one could touch. I moaned and as his long boney fingers wrapped around my breast and two fingers rubbed against my nipple. I moaned his name as I caressed his extremely hard dick in my mouth, but I don't think he understood me.

On the verge of desperation I set up, still rubbing his stiff dick in my right hand, and held my left nipple near his face. His eyes looked through mine, I could almost understand what he was thinking. Jack had been fairly close, close enough that he didn't want me to stop.

His tongue flickered across my tit and the whole world was centered around his mouth. "You have the kind of mouth that a woman with love to have eat her pussy," I heard myself say before I realized exactly what I had said.

Jack just smiled. For the first time in a long time I realized that words were not the most important thing. I fell wanted, more wanted than I had felt in a long time and it was making me extremely horny. When he spoke it was like when Scott had spoken, the words went straight into the very depths of my soul and I was powerless against it in.

He stopped my hand, moaning and closing his eyes, his grip on my chest became even tighter and his tongue licking my nipple more insistently, but yet lighter and stronger than anyone's ever before at the same time. His eyes looked up at me as if to demand what I wanted. I pushed my hips forward and I think he understood. Together we pushed off my jeans and underwear and both of us discarded our shoes onto the floor as we took off our pants completely. I was finished first, sitting awkwardly. When he was done, I started sucking his dick again after moving slightly so his fingers could reach my pussy, this time sucking him with all of the passion I had in my body. This man, this friend, was touching my body like it had been longing to be touch, but had never before.

His left hand rubbed against my knee and trailed slowly down my bare thigh. It seemed like forever before his strong hand reached my pussy. But he wasn't rough like I was used to being touched, in fact his one simple finger barely touched me. That simple touch, however, sent shivers throughout my entire body. This gorgeous man, real man, was tempting my body in ways no other had in my entire life. I pushed against his hand with my hips, but he was insistent on the persistent light touch. I thought I was going to go mad.

Jack leaned his head back, his eyes tightly shut. I smiled as he did. My lips grew even tighter around his growing dick, getting even bigger than I could believe. My tongue rubbed harder against his source of pleasure. I wanted to hear him grown like he was making me. With all of the suction I could possibly create, I slowly pushed my mouth down the length of his dick. I started licking gently around the curves of his head, loving every piece of his huge tool. My eyes trailed down his chest, made even more sexy by the yellowish glow, and rested on the wonderful creature in front of me.

To my shock his dick was dark colored, probably purple, and the veins were almost popping out. To that point I had never seen a man's dick look like that, but then again I'd never seen a dick that large before. His right hand rubbed against my cheek and then my ear. I let out a grown deep inside my self as his long boney fingers grazed along my forehead, ran through my hair, held the back of my head for a short time, then almost unexpectedly rapped his fingers in my hair strongly and then pulled my head back down on his dick. His finger pushed against my clit with more strength. The way my body was quivering inside I thought I was going to cum right then. His legs were shaking underneath him and I steadied him with my right hand as I held onto his perfect ass.

He groaned and said he was close. I tightened my lips, but rubbed my tongue softly against the now huge head of his dick and the underside of his large length. My right hand moved across his hip to his chest. His thick hair and gorgeous body turned me on even more as I pulled my head closer and pushed his wonderful cock even further down my throat.

Jack moaned and muttered, "Almost!" Warmth filled the space between my tongue and his dick. His body was shaking and he was cumming more than I could believe. His left hand left my clit and clutched my head. I didn't have very much room to move but used my tongue and swallowed every bit of the best cum I had ever tasted in my life.

He was still shaking when he let go of my head and leaned back. I sucked every last bit I could but decided to slow down. I wasn't done. Jack lay down with his head against the driver's seat. My head lay on his chest with one of his hands in my hair and the other clutching my chest. His nipple was within tongue's reach and I traced the line around it, through this fine but dense hair.

We talked for a little bit, but not much, mostly about work and small stuff. He started to lean up and said something about what time it was when I shook my head no. I moved my left leg gently over between his hip and the seat. My bed would have been more appropriate. Carefully I strattled above him, all too conscious of my frame versus his. My hands moved up his chest and I hovered above him. Tenderly I kissed his muscular shoulder and then his neck. Soft kisses were placed up his neck to his lips, his wonderful lips. My tongue traced his top lip and he opened his mouth to return the wonderful kiss.

My hips moved gently against his and my shaved pussy slid against his dick. His reaction was instant against me, but his eyes seemed to open wider with wonder.

The head of his dick hit my clit and I moaned from deep within. "This is just between two friends... Two very good friends," kisses drowned out the rest of the thoughts. Except one. I'd never really had sex with anyone I wasn't deeply in love with, but there were feelings of deep respect for his intelligence, control, and friendship. I felt safe in his arms, more passion coming from him than I had ever felt before.

Jack's rough but light hands moved over my hips to reassure me, moving me even more against him. His tongue moved to my tit, making me squirm even more against his growing dick. The gentle feel of the hair that so sexily framed his dick rubbed against the insides of my legs and my ass. His dick, which had never completely went limp was growing again, parting the lips of my pussy completely around his smooth length. His strong hands held my tit up to his mouth while the other clutched my ass, grinding my pussy harder against him. His tongue was burning up my tits while his dick was pushing harder and harder against my aching pussy. Never in my life had I been this out of control inside.

My eyes closed again, I felt light-headed from the amount of blood flowing to my pussy. His wonderful cock was slick from my own juices, rubbing in a steady rhythm against my clit that was about to make me scream in ecstasy. I felt my own hair slide down the back of my ass where his hands were pushing me against him. I was leaning backwards again. God, did I always do this when I was overly turned on? Every forward movement began to make me moan.

"Move over!" he instructed, having me sit on the passenger's side. Before I knew it, he was between my legs again, half-standing and leaning against the dashboard. The head of his dick rubbing against my clit softly. I tried to push against him, but I couldn't very much. His slow, steady rubbing against me almost made me cum right then. I started moaning and rubbing his hips, trying to pull him closer. He seamed persistent at teasing me and I loved it!

His mouth on mine was insistent, but his eyes were almost hesitant, we both knew it was wrong, but it was too late to care. The desire to feel his dick deep inside of me was starting to overpower my senses. The tower of his massive shaft slid along my pussy getting deeper each time and making me shudder every time he became closer to pushing inside of me. He smiled as I moaned, almost relishing the fact that he was driving me deeper into insanity with every small thrust. My body was turning from leader to the helpless victim of my deepest desires. I wanted Jack more than I had ever wanted anyone.

Finally he gave in and the head of his dick slid halfway inside of me. He was even bigger pushing into my pussy then he was in my mouth. I heard myself moaning and saying his name as I clutched a hold of his shoulder and his head while his tongue caressed mine. He seemed like he was waiting on me, so I pushed the rest of the way, moaning from the pleasure, and soon half of his length was inside me. I moaned so loudly it caught both of us off guard. He was just so big! I held him, kissing him as his cock gently started moving inside me. The next stroke sent his dick deeper inside of me, forcing my body apart. I moaned and screamed against his mouth at the same time. His dick stopped moving but his mouth was persistent against mine.

Then he stopped and moved my legs, which ended up with my feet resting straight up flatly against the roof as I was scooted down the seat. He repositioned himself above me and started moving inside me again gently, so gently, that it was driving me absolutely crazy. Nobody had ever been so gentle, he didn't push further into me like most men already would have, just slowly moving even deeper as his dick became even more slick inside of me. I tried to move against him, but I couldn't very well. This actually turned me on even more because I couldn't move. He was hitting my G-spot and I began moaning even louder. My pussy was absolutely on fire, becoming so absolutely wet as my muscles started to twitch and contract, even in my legs. I was moaning almost every other thrust, clutching his hip and trying to pull him closer to me.

I wanted him, deeper inside of me. "Please, Jack," I begged, "let me on top!" He laid back down and I took his dick in my mouth again for a few minutes, rubbing my tongue over his cockhead and down his shaft. He seemed almost to be holding his breath from the pleasure, then pulled me forward and I moved back over him. His hands grabbed my tit and my shoulder, my body started to slide against him again, then tilted and the next forward stroke missed my clit and nudged my pussy apart. He pushed against me and he was inside me again. I heard myself moaning and saying his name as I clutched a hold of his shoulder and his head while his tongue caressed mine. When his mouth left mine, it trailed down to my chest I started to loosen against him. His tongue circled my nipple and flicked across in his wonderful fast pace.




Jack



I couldn't take any more when I felt his hips moving from side to side, his hairs rubbing against my clit. I pushed down, his dick impaling itself into my body. Our eyes seemed to be simultaneously widened by the intense pleasure that suddenly surrounded us. My hips took over in a way they never had before, circling around the base of his dick, sending shivers through my body as my clit ground against his body also, then up to the tip, which was almost forever, then back down again, unbelievably deeper. His hand clutched my ass, pulling my body to him and digging his fingers deeper into my skin.

My body began to shudder as I sat up and ground my clit into his stomach. His hand softly held my tit as the other held onto my hip, holding me down on his wonderful dick that was still growing inside me. I felt like he was slicing me apart. I held myself down and squeezed all of the muscles I possibly could in my pussy. A small grown came out of his mouth, but his body shook and his hips lurched forward like a wild bronc.

Suddenly my body lurched forward on this wild ride, our mouths coming together, barely able to hold myself up. Jack clutched a hold of my hips and pulled me down further onto his monstrous dick. My body lost total control when my stomach exploded and my pussy caught on fire. My hips instantly sped forward to a gallop, but his powerful hands held me in place for several long slow strokes.

A wild hurricane swept across my pussy and down into my legs, making them shake uncontrollably in the most powerful orgasm in my entire life. Our mouths parted by the moan that was escaping my lips and becoming muffled by his shoulders. Jack held me down to him as he gently slipped back and forth inside of me, making even the little after quakes shudder through my body.

When the shaking stopped, his hips slowed until they were barely moving. "Sit up, Ann," I set back, letting his legs move from under me and laid back against the passenger side door. His body seemed to glow over me in the yellowish light. "Get on your knees!" He said flatly, deep passion in his voice, it was the controlled manner I was used to seeing him at work. I turned quickly over, backing up to him in a doggy-style position. However, he was the one who began to rub his dick against my now extraordinarily wet pussy. He rubbed against my ass down almost into my waiting pussy, but moved to rub against my clit. I held onto the back of the seat and the door, half-setting up, allowing all of his dick to rub against me at the same time.

Then his head wedged inside me and I pushed back against him, his fingers clutching a hold of my ass roughly and turning me on like crazy. It seemed like he'd never be inside me completely and then I felt him pull on me to barely fit the last inch inside of me. Slowly he wiggled his way back out, rubbing against spots inside of me I never knew I had. His hands slid up my sides, cupping underneath to hold my tits for a few tantalizing strokes, then trailed down my back like raindrops sliding down leaves. My eyes became even wider as his hands came down the base of my back, massaging the weak spots in my back from my accident. Then, his wonderful, powerful hands flowed down to clutch my ass for a few more powerful strokes that made me struggle to muffle the scream that escaped from my lips. I felt myself falling forward, still moaning and on the extreme verge of cumming. His balls fell into my hand as my thumb slid against my clit as my other hand clutched a hold of the edge of the seat. "Fuck!" I screamed, regretting the wrong choice of words, while I was moaning like a crazed woman. His smooth balls slid from my hand as my legs and arms shook, moving my hand and letting his balls hit my sensitive clit. Jack's long dick seemed to grow and push to a new depth and press against a pleasure point I didn't know I had.

My body exploded before I even realized it and I could feel him clutching my hips making sure that I wasn't going to part from his monstrous cock. My eyes clinched shut, seeing silver streaks, then flying back open to stare at the soft red upholstery. I felt like I was going through an earthquake that had no end. Then the shaking slowly subsided in the rest of my body as he slowly moved inside me, making the orgasm seem all the more intense.

"Lay on your back!" he ordered, a deep sense of urgency in his voice. I obeyed, laying flat on the seat with my head resting against the driver's side door. He knelt between my legs, rubbing his dick against me again and rubbing my nipple.

The head of his dick slowly rubbed over my horny clit, I already felt so close to cumming again so quickly that it amazed me. I was holding onto his shoulders so tightly, begging him to shove his long dick into me again. "Please Jack, I want you, "PLEASE!!!" The head slipped inside, wiggling around inside me, making me scream, and then pulling back out again. "Please, your cock feels so good inside my pussy. You make me so hot. Please shove it deep in my pussy!" The sensation was so exquisitely beautiful I screamed as he gently guided himself back into me, the head of his dick softly rubbing against my insides, making me shake, as I approached the verge of ecstasy once again. To my surprise, he still wasn't all of the way inside of me. "Please, Jack," I pleaded, "deeper, please..." Slowly he sank into me, not all of the way at first, but teasingly. The pleasure was almost more than I could take as I held him so tight I was afraid I might hurt him. He lifted my legs up almost straight, and I rased my hips up to him. I thought I'd cry as his dick slid through my pussy, hotly forcing his way to rub against my cervix. "Fuck, you fill so good," I moaned barely clear enough to be understood..

I rased my hips and pushed against him, rubbing the head of his dick somewhere deep inside of me. My left hand pushed against the seat, helping me to push up against him. My right hand grabbed my nipple, holding it and letting the motion pulling it gently as we moved together. His hand moved down to my clit, barely touching it as I stared moaning even harder. His movements inside me were slow, out to the tip and then half of the way in for a few strokes then deep inside me. The feeling was exquisite, I thought I'd loose it from the sheer pleasure that was totally like none other I'd ever had before.

"Fuck that feels good." His touch became even harder as we pushed against each other. "You're gonna' make me cum, Jack! You're gonna make me cum and I..." I couldn't speak anymore, the feeling was too overpowering as I started having trouble moving, then I couldn't move at all. Suddenly I began writhing underneath him and putting my hand on his chest. I pushed my head back against the pillow and then was turning my head from side to side involuntarily as my body spasmed, squeezing down hard on his dick even tighter as I came. I could barely make out his face through the haze, biting his lip and moaning slightly. "Cum for me Jack! Please!" I begged, "Join me! Cum for me, Jack!"

He let go of my ankles and I held him close, unbelievably, still cumming as his body started jerking. We moved together as we kissed passionately. I pushed against him as he shuddered all over, enjoying the last few shivers going through our bodies at the same time as we caught our breath and my eyes started readjusting. 



Jack



Jack is my best friend, actually more like an older protective brother. My name is Alexandra, but Jack has called me “Peanut” forever. He only calls me by my real name when he’s upset at me, being his usual “over protective brother” self. We talk about everything, from what we had for breakfast to our dreams and goals, and even relationship stuff. Jack is 22, just 2 years older than I. We’ve known each other for as long as we can remember, we grew up next door to each other. Many friends have come and gone as Jack and I have grown up, but our friendship has never faltered over the years. To tell you a little secret, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Jack. He’s tall and has short brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and the most beautiful blue eyes a guy can have. He has the sexiest body, everything is in the right place if you know what I mean. He works out and eats right, he’s always been athletic and played a lot of sports in and outside of school. He’s very striking, and I admit that over the years growing up, I was always envious of his girlfriends, but I never let that stand in the way of our friendship.

College was only two hours away, and when he left for school, Jack always made sure to send me letters and emails, and to call whenever his studies allowed him a little extra time. That is, until I graduated and followed in his foot steps. Once I got there, Jack and I spent as much time together as possible, helping each other with our studies, watching movies, meeting new friends, going to the occasional party. You know, the usual college stuff. I’ve survived my freshman year which is Jack’s senior year, mostly thanks in part to Jack, the transition from home wasn’t easy for me.

On his graduation day, I received a bit of a shock. After the ceremony, Jack ran up to me and gave me a huge bear hug. “I posted my resume online, and I got a job! I’m so excited, I just couldn’t wait to tell you!” I told Jack that I was happy for him and that I was so proud of him as I hugged him back. “I start in a week.” He said.

“A week? So soon? Where will you be working?” I questioned, staring up into those blue eyes. I was scared, thinking that Jack would be leaving again. My best friend would be off to see the world, without me. He must have sensed my fear.

“Relax, Peanut. Don’t panic, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here in town, I got a job at the Physical Therapy Center across town. I may have my bachelor’s, but I’m not done with school just yet. I can work there while I finish going to school here for my master’s.” A sense of relief came over me and I hugged Jack. “Jack, I’m so happy. You’re my best friend and I couldn’t imagine spending time without you.”

“Peanut, don’t think for a minute that I could spend time without you either. Who would look after you and keep you out of trouble if I left town to go to another college or work? I’m not going anywhere. In fact, my roommate is moving out. Move in with me and out of the dorms. I’ll take care of the rent, you just stick to your studies.”

“I, uh……..Jack,” I just stammered. “Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe me ears. I just kept replaying the last few minutes in my mind. First he tells me he’s staying, then he tells me he wants me to move in with him. What is happening? I stared at him for a few seconds in disbelief, and when I realized I was staring, I turned my gaze to the ground in embarrassment.

Jack put his hand under my chin and lifted so I was looking at him. “Did I say something wrong?” “N..no,” I stammered, “I’m just in shock.” “Good then, it’s settled, you’re moving in with me,” he said as he hugged me. “We’ll move stuff tomorrow.” I didn’t have much with me in the dorms, mostly clothes and a little bit of linens, and a few personal belongings. Everything else was back at my parent’s house.

That’s the day when things between Jack and I started to change. I started to see him in a different light. We got everything moved in with in just a couple of hours, and a couple days later I started my summer job to keep me busy until sophomore year started. When Jack and I would spend time together, I realized I was noticing little things now that I never noticed before. I noticed how the corners of his lips twitched when he smiled, how his eyes glittered when he laughed, the shape of his hands and how soft they were. I also started to notice more about his body, especially when he would walk around the apartment in a pair of shorts with no shirt on. I realized that I was falling for my best friend, I was falling in love. Over the first few weeks of the summer, I also noticed that Jack behaved a little differently around me. If I was sitting reading a book or watching T.V., he’d sneak up behind me and wrap his arms around me, give me a peck on the cheek (the peck on the cheek thing isn’t new, he’s always done that), and a hug. Then he’d say things like, “How’s my favorite girl?” or he’d tease me into a tickle fight.

Then one Saturday morning, I woke up to Jack bringing me breakfast in bed. I scooted over to the middle of the bed and Jack sat next to me. “Happy birthday, Peanut! I made you breakfast.” I was so hungry, and everything smelled so good, I just gobbled it all up. “Jack, thank you, you are so sweet. I appreciate this, but you didn’t have to go to all this hard work,” I giggled. “Nonsense. I did it because I love you, you know that. You mean the world to me, Peanut. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Then Jack did something I wasn’t expecting. He set the tray on the ground, and as he turned around to face me, he touched the side of my face with his hand, and leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “J..Jack,” I stuttered. “Shhhhhhhh,” he placed his fingers over my lips to quiet me. “Listen, there’s something I need to tell you. Peanut, I love you. I always have. You’re my best friend, and I’ve always thought the world of you. I’ve always been in love with you, I just could never find the words. And I didn’t know if you felt the same way. I’m just sorry it took me so long to tell you, but asking you to move in was the first step. I guess you could say I saved the best for last.”

At that, tears started to well up in my eyes, I was so happy. “I love you, too, Jack. I always have.” I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Jack, and I kissed him long and hard. His tongue slid into my mouth, and as I sucked on it, I massaged it with my tongue. “Jack, you taste” I started to say before Jack cut me off. “Hush,” he said as he leaned in to kiss me again. My heart started to flutter and I started to get this warm feeling all over my body, a feeling of happiness. I’ve had boyfriends before. I’ve kissed them and fooled around a little, but I’ve never been intimate with any of them before. And I never had these feelings before. I knew that it was love. As Jack and I kissed, our breathing became heavier. Jack began to caress my cheek with one hand, and my arm with the other. His touch sent a wave of chills down my spine. When I shivered, Jack cupped his hand behind my head and pulled me into a deeper, more passionate kiss. His other hand rested on the small of my back.

I could feel his hand rise up the back of my shirt, his skin so soft on mine. I was becoming aroused. It confused me a little because this was Jack, but I was beginning to like the feeling. Jack pulled back the covers on the bed and lay down next to me, and he began kissing down the side of my cheek and down my neck. My body just shivered at his touch. His hand caressed my arm, and then he slid it under my night shirt onto my belly, which he began to rub a little. I moaned a little, and reached over to touch his face. I pulled him up to me, “Kiss me,” I said. As Jack and I kissed, I could feel my panties becoming wet in my pajama shorts. Jacks hands began to wonder up to my breasts and he began to massage them and play with my nipples.

Jack’s tongue slithered in and out of my mouth, mine in and out of his. I lowered my hand to Jack’s crotch, and rubbed it through his shorts. I could feel his penis getting stiff under the shorts and I began to rub a little faster while I kissed him. He moaned, stood up and pulled his shorts off so that he was naked. As he undressed, so did I. He lay down next to my nakedness and began sucking on one of my breasts while his hand played with the nipple on my other. I was almost in ecstasy. At this point, I didn’t think it would take much longer for me to arrive at climax, so I tried to push the thought from my mind. My hand found his stiff cock and slowly I began to stroke it. “Suck it, suck it for me,” he said to me. I looked him in the eyes for a second, and without question, I moved down to his cock, my hand still stroking. I hadn’t noticed before, but Jack was huge. He must have been 10 inches easy, with a pretty good girth if you ask me. I leaned down and kissed the tip, and then down the sides all the way to the balls, which I took each into my mouth in turn and gave a quick suck. I licked back up the shaft and took the tip into my mouth. I began sucking on just the tip, slowly taking more into my hot mouth, my left hand stroking while my right hand massaged his balls. I could taste a bit of precum in my mouth, I never imagined Jack could taste so sweet. As Jack began to moan in pleasure, he sat up a bit so he could reach my leg. He pulled my body around and my leg over his head so that I was straddling his face. The next thing I know, his tongue is sliding deep into my wet cunt, and flickering around my clit. The feeling was so sensational that it was hard to concentrate on sucking him off, so I settled for stroking him. His hands found my nipples and the second he started twisting them, an orgasm rocked my body hard. My whole body twitched and shivered.

“Did you like that, baby?” Jack questioned. “Feel good?”

“Y…yessssss,” I muttered. “You have no idea how good that felt.”

“We aren’t done, yet, baby. Turn around Peanut. I want to hold you in my arms for a little bit.” I climbed off of him, turned around, and lay down beside him, Jack’s arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace. We lay there in each other’s comfort for a few minutes before I felt his lips on mine again, passionately kissing me, his tongue darting deeply into my mouth. As I kissed Jack, we began to caress each other, our hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. Jack found his way to my neatly trimmed patch, still sopping wet, he slid two fingers right in and my body shuddered. I was still sensitive from the orgasm. I tried to pull his hand away, the sensations were just too much, but Jack pushed my hand away. “It’s ok. Those sensations are normal. Just relax, baby. I won’t hurt you. Just lay back on the bed and relax. Don’t do anything. Let me please you, Peanut. I want to please you more than anything.”

Once again, Jack’s fingers found their way to my wet cunt and he slid two fingers in again. “You’re really tight, you know that?” I just moaned slightly and gave him a little nod. He started pumping them in and out, his thumb slowly roaming circles around my still sensitive clit, which was sending slow shivers through my body. Eventually I began to relax a little and get used to the feeling. Jack sensed seemed to sense it too, because the next thing I know, he was sliding a third finger inside me. I let out a little squeal and he stopped pumping and let his fingers rest inside me. “Oww, Jack, that hurts,” I whimpered. “I know, baby, it’s tight. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I looked away from him, embarrassed. I couldn’t answer him. I grabbed the covers beside me and pulled them over me. I didn’t want him to know I wasn’t that experienced. “Baby, baby, look at me. Peanut, look at me. It’s not a bad thing, ok? In fact, I think it’s something precious. I always wanted to be your first.” Jack gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s me, Jack,” he whispered in my ear. With his free hand, he pulled my face toward him and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before leaning down to suck on one of my breasts.

The sensation of his tongue and teeth stimulating my nipple began to relax me and I pushed the covers aside so that I was exposed again. Jack asked if I was ok and I nodded, unable to speak. Jack took that as a sign to move ahead, and slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy. “Baby, just lay back, you don’t have to do anything. Let me do all the work, let me please you.” As Jack worked his fingers in and out, that little twinge of pain I first had slowly dissipated and waves of pleasure started running through my body again. I began to rock with the motion of his fingers. “Baby, I think you’re about ready for my cock. Do you want me to fuck you?” Jack asked. I was a little shocked at his choice of words, and I let out an inaudible mumble of “I’m scared.”

“What’s that, baby?” Jack asked, his fingers still working inside my cunt which was dripping. “Jack, I’m scared. It’s going to hurt. Go slow.”

“Yes, baby, I won’t lie. It will hurt. But it will hurt a lot worse if I go slow because it tears slower. I have to do it fast, and once I get in, I can go slow. It will be better that way, ok?” I nodded, still rocking against his fingers. Truthfully, I was terrified. I don’t take pain very well. “Baby, just lay back and relax, ok? Spread your legs a little wider for me.” Jack climbed on top and lowered his body close to mine, soft kisses on my forehead and my cheeks, and then kissing my lips. He was trying to distract me, one hand stroking his cock and guiding it toward my brown patch. He began to rub the tip between my lips, getting the tip of his cock nice and soaked. Jack entered me about an inch and I let out a little yelp, not out of pain, but of fear. “Relax baby, just lay there and relax, I’m barely in, nothing to worry about yet. I’ll stay here for a little bit. I love you, with all my heart and I’m glad to share this with you. I couldn’t think of any other way than to spend this day, than being with you.” And with that, Jack rammed his rock hard cock into me, not all the way, but enough to do what needed to be done. I screamed from the sharp pain, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked up into Jack’s beautiful blues, my arms wrapped around Jack, my nails digging into his back. “There, Peanut, the bad part is all over. Just relax, sweetie, everything is fine. You can cry, it’s ok, this is something special between you and I.” I whimpered a little, trying to hold most of it in, not wanting to let Jack know how scared I was and how much it hurt. He lay there inside me for a few minutes, letting me get used to the feeling of him being inside me. Slowly he began to pump. It still hurt a little, but that began to fade and a feeling of fullness started to take over. Jack reached down to my clit and began rubbing it as he glided in and out of my cunt. “Oh my god, baby, I was so scared, but it’s starting to feel a little better now,” I whispered in his ear, my voice faltering a little, a tear running down my cheek. “I love you.”

As Jack began to pump, his cock, which had gone down a little, began to rise again and I could feel it getting a little tighter. He lowered himself just enough to suck on my nipples while he fucked me. I just lay there, holding him, feeling him slide in and out of me, enjoying this new sensation inside my body. As Jack rubbed my clit, I could feel my body rising toward climax and I told Jack I was going to come. He furiously started pumping, fucking my wet warm cunt and rubbing my clit. All at once, my body shuddered. The muscles inside my vagina squeezed Jack’s cock with every shudder of my orgasm and at once, I felt Jack’s body shudder with mine. The sensation of my body squeezing his cock was enough to send him over the edge and I could feel his hot liquid spurting inside me. He pumped until the last bits of juice were drained from his stiff member and then he lay down beside me. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “I love you, Peanut.”

“I love you, too, Jack.” I climbed off the bed, pulling Jack up with me, and I led him to the bathroom. I ran a nice hot bubble bath and the two of us relaxed in the warm suds, reveling in what just happened. I leaned back into Jack as he kissed the back and side of my neck, “Alexandra, will you marry me?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, Jack. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

The rest of this summer Jack and I have been closer than ever and he is showing me a few new things. I have been preparing for my sophomore year and together we have been working on wedding plans. We are getting married next summer and we couldn’t be happier!



Jack



Maybe it wasn't the best idea I ever had but I didn't really think twice about it at the time. After all I was just running my Jeep around to the front real fast. Who would bother with a junk shop anyway? When I went back to lock the back door and found it open about 6 inches it made me wonder. But when I looked around everything looked ok and the store was quite, so I just let it go.

Nine o'clock. I went back to the bathroom to take my shower before returning to the farm for the night. I showered in the store most nights since there was just one bathroom at the house and 6 people using it. At least I got a bit of privacy that way, about the only privacy I ever got any more.

As I stood in the shower enjoying the hot spray on my chest and washing my hair, I thought I heard the floor creaking and my mind wondered back to the open door.

Oh well, I knew no one would bother with robbing the store, computers are too bulky to steal and there isn't enough money in old books unless you get the right ones and then selling them isn't exactly easy. Little did I know I would change my mind shortly.

As I stood washing my hair the shower door opened and in stepped a naked man.

I recognized him immediately. I had seen him look around the store earlier that day. He was a nice looking man with short dark hair, a mustache and a small beard trimmed close to his face. What I didn't know was what he was doing in my shower .

"Don't scream or I will have to hurt you." He said to me rather quickly.

I stood frozen in my spot, unable to move.

"What do you want? " I asked him.

He looked down and laughed.

"Now just what do you think I want?" he asked as my eyes followed his to his erection. Then my eyes got really big. It was huge!!!!! I had never seen a cock so big before. It must have been 9 inches long and several inches around. I knew I had never had one that big.

As if he was reading my mind he laughed again.

"Don't worry babe you will take it all land you will enjoy it like u never have before."

"Why me?" I asked him. I am not very pretty and body wise I'm the pear type….much larger below than above. Let's face it I have a big ass.

Once again he must have read my mind.

"When I saw you in the store earlier, I just couldn't take my eyes off your ass. It's so big and beautiful and I just had to have it. I want to put my fingers and my tongue and my cock in your ass."

I cringed in fear. That big THING in my ass? Oh no, no, no!!!!!

Just the thought of it made me struggle, which I probably should have done earlier. It didn't do me much good though. He was much stronger than I am and before I knew what was happening, he pulled out the clothes line that was on the shelf next to the shower and tied my hands together. Then he tied my hands to the shower head over me. 

"If you scream I will hurt you." He threatened. I believed him.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked him.

"Don't worry, what I do you will enjoy." He promised me.

With that he leaned down and grasped one of my nipples between his teeth and began to suck on it. Oh, it had been so long since I had the attention of a man. I heard myself sighing softly.

As I stood trembling, his fingers found my other nipple and he began to pull and pinch on it as his tongue flicked back and forth across the nipple in his mouth. I didn't want to admit how good it felt. I have been single for over 10 years and have had very few men in that time, I had forgotten what it was like to have a man's attention.

His fingers and tongue danced over my nipples, now hard and standing at attention for him. Then I felt his fingers sliding their way down over my stomach to run through my pubic hairs. My legs trembled at his touch. I groaned inwardly, I should not be enjoying this. This man was intent upon raping me. But I was enjoying it.

His fingers slipped lower until they found my bud and began to rub it gently. Each touch was like an electric shock to me, it had been so long. I squirmed away from his touch.

His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him, as his feet moved between mine and forced my legs farther apart. This stretched me against the rope holding my hands and forced me to stand still or lose my balance. I was pretty much at his mercy now.

As his fingers worked their way down, his lips and tongue began to tickle their way down my body to my pussy. His waiting hands spread my lips apart and I felt his tongue flick around my bud and one of his fingers slid into my wet waiting slit.

He pulled me against his mouth and his tongue started working me over. As soon as his tongue slid into my pussy his hands grasp the cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart.

As I clenched my cheeks against this intrusion, he began kneading my cheeks. Suddenly he thrust a finger into my pussy and got it wet. His hand went back between my cheeks and he began working that finger into my asshole. My ass clenched in fear and his other hand slapped my cheek sharply.

"I will have you no matter what." He said to me. "You may as well relax and enjoy this, it will be less painful if you do."

I tried to follow his advice and relax some and then his finger slid into my ass and his other hand moved back to my pussy where he slid a finger into my tight hole and began probing for my G spot. I have never had a man try to find the spot to put me over the edge before and he seemed to find it instinctively. It felt like electric shocks to me.

Before I knew it he had me to the very edge. It was then that he pulled his face away from me. 

"I want you to turn around." He told me. I did my best to comply with his wishes. My legs were trembling with excitement. "Now lean forward. I want to lick your asshole."

I did as he asked even though I knew what he wanted to do was dirty. Why would anyone want to do such a thing? I felt his hands spread the cheeks of my ass apart again, and then I felt the tip of his tongue press against my hole. My eyes opened in … was it shock or pleasure? I'm not sure. It felt so good. I never imagined it could feel good. As he buried his tongue into my hole, his fingers found my pussy again and he slid a finger in and started working it back and forth and in a circle. I knew he was trying to relax and stretch me some and it was a good idea. Since I had been so long with out sex my pussy was very tight. He would have a very hard time getting his 9 inches into either of my holes.

As if he was reading my mind yet again, he pulled his face away from my ass hole and quickly shoved two fingers into the partially relaxed hole. The sudden intrusion caused me to grunt in shock and pain.

"Oh so very tight. This will feel better than I ever imagined." He whispered into my ear as he stood up again. I could feel his erection grazing against my stomach as he stood in front of me. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up off the floor a few inches. Bending his knees a bit he pressed the tip of his cock against my tight little pussy entrance. 

"Don't fight me" he cautioned "it will only make it hurt more. I will enter and you will take all of me" his warning was punctuated by a sudden thrust and the first inch or so of his hard cock forced its way into me. Oh it hurt, but it also felt so damn good. It had been a long time since I had felt a hard cock in me. He didn't try to force it now that the head was inside, just held me on him without going farther inside me. He held me until he felt my pussy begin to spread for him and then he thrust a bit more into me.

I could feel my juices beginning to lubricate the way for him. Every inch seemed to take forever to go in. After several minutes he had worked about half of his hard cock into my pussy. 

"MMMMM" he moaned into my ear "you are so tight. I can't believe how good you feel."

He began sliding his cock in and out of me, going a bit farther with each thrust. Finally I could feel his pubic hair brushing against me. All of his cock was no imbedded into me.

I couldn't believe it, I had taken all of him. He held himself all the way inside of me for several moments as my muscles clenched around the length of him. I heard him groan in my ear as he held me close to him.

He began to thrust in and out of me, still holding me several inches off the floor. He turned to his side and leaned my back against the wall of the shower and began thrusting faster and harder into my stretched pussy. It felt so good to be used that way. It had been so long since I had any man let alone one so well endowed.

I could hear him panting and grunting into my ear and then with one final hard thrust I felt him tremble as he came, shooting his cum deep inside me. He held himself all the way inside me and I felt him relax his grip on my ass some which forced him a bit farther into my ravished pussy. Finally he pulled out of me and took a moment to rinse his cock off in the shower spray. I could feel our juices starting to dribble out of my stretched pussy. As soon as he finished rinsing off his cock he dropped to his knees and forced his face against my dripping pussy.

Oh my, I had never had a man eat me after he had cum inside me! What a new sensation. Obviously, this man was not worried about his masculinity.

As I looked down at his head I was amazed to see that his cock was growing hard again. So soon? 

Finally, satisfied that he had cleaned me out he stood again. His cock was as hard as the first time he had fucked my pussy.

"Now" he said "time for me to enjoy that beautiful big ass of yours."

With that he turned me around toward the shower wall. His hands gripped my hips and pulled them out away from the wall, making my ass push out toward him. Once again he pulled my cheeks apart and taking my shower gel squirted a healthy glob into my asshole to lube it. Then he squirted more gel onto his cock and rubbed it around.

His fingers began working my backdoor and soon he replaced them with the head of his cock. I was a bit more relaxed now and this head popped through the muscles and again he held still to give me time to adjust to his size. When he felt my muscles begin to relax he quickly thrust forward and slammed about three fourths of his cock up my ass at once. I jerked in pain, howling out at it. 

His fingers gripped my cheeks and pulled them wide apart and he thrust again and again until all 9 inches were buried deep inside my ass. I could feel his pubic hairs against my cheeks as his balls began to slap against my pussy. His gripping hands pulled me back against him as he started stroking his cock in and out of me. Each thrust became more violent. More aggressive. My ass burned from it. But it also started feeling good too. His cock was filling my ass more than it had ever been filled before and once the shock and the pain subsided, I began to enjoy it. The hard thrusts intensified the feelings. I began to shove my ass back toward him. As soon as he felt me pushing back his hands left my hips and traveled back up to grip my nipples. He pulled on them, tweaking the nipples. The sensations were almost unbearable. I wanted, no I needed release. With each thrust of his cock I felt myself closing in on the summit. 

"Oh my, that's it, fuck my ass. Fuck me!!!!!" I found myself crying out. "please fuck me harder, I need to cum now"

His hands separated. One stayed at my breasts, tantalizing first one nipple and then the other, while his other hand made its way back to my pussy. He began fingering my clit and then two of his fingers forced their way back into my hole. The fingers in my pussy made my ass tighter around the driving cock. I could feel every vein along his shaft. All my nerves seemed to be more alive than they ever had been before. 

He began slamming my ass unmercifully. I realized that he must be close to cumming and I was on the brink myself. With one final hard thrust he buried his cock deep into my ass and as I felt his cum spurting inside me, I covered his fingers and hand with my own. I was so utterly drained I could barely stand up. He leaned against me pushing me into the wall as he kept his cock buried. I could feel it twitching and finally it began to 

shrink. The minute it popped out of my asshole, he fell to his knees and buried his face against my cheeks and licked and sucked all of his cum out of me and then cleaned up my pussy too. All the sensations were unbelievable. 

When he finished he stood up and turned me around. He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me deep so that I could taste both of our juices on his tongue. I had never shared like that before and it was an incredible feeling. Considering that the man had just raped me I had to admit that it was the best sex I have had in years. 

"I told you" he grinned down at me" that you would enjoy it."


"Yes, you're right, I did." I whispered back to him. "I have never felt anything like that before. Thank you."

"Oh, my name is Jack, would you like to go out with me?"

As he untied my hands I burst out laughing. I wonder what he will do on our date? 



Jack



Jack was bored. The bar was empty and his beer tasted flat. The frumpy barmaid was away in a world of her own ignoring his calls for a fresh glass. The pub was a dump. The southern absentee owners used it to rip off as much money as possible while spending next to nothing on their itinerant customers. 

Jack brushed the flies away and gave up. Mumbling to himself he headed out into the forty degree heat of the tropical North Queensland summer. He rolled down to the post office only to be told once more there was no mail for Jack Johnston. "No one wants an old burnt out fisherman," he growled. "Even the bloody Post office is giving me the arse." 

Down in the dumps with nothing to do he slumped down on the bench under the big Moreton Bay fig tree and watched the few tourists who were stupid enough to be out in the noon day sun stagger past. Spying a newspaper someone had left on the ground near the bench Jack picked it up and glanced through its few pages. He was about to throw it away when the words oyster bank caught his eye. 

Oyster Bank 

North Queensland Remote Island 
Surrounded by National Park.
8 hectares, 50 year lease. 
As new 9 meter alloy landing Barge. 
Protected anchorage with permitted accom. 
Solar and wind power, Tons of fresh water. 
Owner will be at Sovereign Hotel 
For one week ending December 2 
Ask for Mary. All offers considered. 

Jack sat back and thought about his life and what he was going to do now he had sold his trawler and his fishing licenses. He wasn't short of money and didn't have to work. City life bored him and he knew pub life would eventually destroy him. An oyster bank that took him away from the vices of the city may be the life saver he needed. 

With nothing else to do he wandered down to the Sovereign Hotel ordered a beer and asked for Mary. He was sipping his beer and thinking that he knew little about breeding and fattening oysters other than it was hard work when a quiet voice asked, "you want Mary?" Turning around he discovered a tall slim black woman. 

"Sorry missus," he groaned. "I was looking for the Mary with the oyster bank for sale." Her face broke into a wide grin. "That's me boss, you want to buy it?" Jack was embarrassed he had not expected a black woman to be the owner. To hide his embarrassment he offered her a beer. "No beer boss, pubs no place for blackfella," she grinned "you come with me; I'll take you to see oysters."

Down at the wharf she led him to some lads loading bags of oysters onto a truck. She pointed to the bags." Good quality plate oysters will bring over $600 a bag, small milkies and others are worth just over $300. That's the last load from the oyster bank that Sam bagged before he died."

Jack could have kicked himself when he asked, "Who was Sam?" She turned away before she spoke, "He was my mate, he took me away from my tribe in the gulf when I turned eighteen. We lived together for ten years on that oyster lease until he died last month." She turned back to look at him steadily, "If you are interested I can run you out in the barge." she looked up at the noon day sun, "if we leave now we will be there just on dark."

"Hang on a minute," Jack growled. "If I read you right that looks like a four or five hour trip. I don't even know whether I want to buy an oyster lease. I know nothing about them." Mary shrugged. "Look mister you are the only one who has shown any interest. I have to go back. I am not making a special trip."

"You can come with me and I'll bring you back to the coast in the morning. I'd love to show you what's there and you will be company for me; it's a lonely trip without Sam." She stopped for a minute. "That's why I'm selling; too many memories and its too lonely now he's gone."

By the time Jack slipped back to the pub and grabbed his gear Mary had loaded her provisions and was waiting for him on the barge. "Hop aboard old fella," she called as Jack stood inspecting the barge. "Lets get underway; you can take the wheel and learn all about her over the next few hours." 

After they left the harbor and headed south down the coast Jack took the wheel and settled back as Mary made a pot of tea. "What are you smiling about?" she asked when she sat his cup of tea on the wheelhouse table. 

Jack couldn't help smiling. He had realized as soon as he felt the barge respond to his hands on the wheel what he had been missing. "I've just discovered what I have been missing. I love the sea it's nice to get aboard a well built vessel. I haven't handled a small barge before. I must say I am surprised she handles so well especially when she's powered by that big outboard. Who ever built her knew his business."

Mary sat down on the bunk and watched him as he turned the barge to head south east. "Sam built it. He said the outboard would be more practical than an inboard motor in the shallows near the oyster rocks. He was an expert sailor. I had only been in dinghies until we came here. He taught me to handle the barge and another old trawler that we wrecked on our lease. The local harbormaster says I am the only aborigine woman in the north that holds a master mariners ticket."

The sun was slowly sinking towards the horizon when Mary took the wheel. She laughed when he objected. "Its low tide so it will be best if I take you through the channel." 

"A lot of yachts and commercial vessels pass close by. Sam found visitors a nuisance so the entrance is unmarked. It is very narrow. Our beam is eleven feet the channel is not much wider."

Jack was shown the value of the big outboard when she used the power trim and tilt to ease the barge up into the shallows and onto the beach. "We could never reach here with the old trawler," Mary said as she walked the mooring ropes up to posts buried high in the sand. "Pick up that rope at the stern and haul it tight it will keep the barge straight tonight at the top of the tide." Jack smiled as she issued instructions she was a natural Skipper and he did as he was told. Mary saw his smile and called, "Hop to it old man before it gets dark." 

The twilight was fading as the last of the gas and provisions were locked up in the shed. The mooring and unloading was slow even with the easy access provided by lowering the ramp.

Jack was sweating as he stood in the shadows and inspected the hut. Like many hundreds of shacks that dotted the northern coastline it was constructed of galvanized roofing iron. The walls windows and roof were made of iron. The widows were pushed up and out then propped open with a piece of hardwood. 

The floor was a solid concrete slab. A water tank stood on a tall stand at the rear close to a southern cross windmill that Jack suspected doubled up to pump water from the spear pump and provide power to the storage batteries he had seen in the shed. 

As they stepped in the door Mary hit a switch and a hidden generator purred into life flooding the room with light. "My god," Jack exclaimed, "it's a mansion in here." She laughed excitedly. "Sam told me he was the bastard son of an English aristocrat. He used to laugh when he was drunk and speak of the family banishing the bastard son to the colonies. He received money every month from England he called himself a remittance man."

"Sam wanted us to be comfortable here so when he went over to the mainland to collect his remittance he would spend it immediately on what he called life's little luxuries. For example we have solar hot water showers and a satellite phone and television service. We have sufficient power from generators the windmill and the solar panels to provide more than adequate lighting and refrigeration including a portable air conditioner in our bedroom." 

"Then we have our dry eco friendly toilet. It's the reason for that big hill of sand out the back away from the shore." 

"The marine park authority approved and supervised its construction, it was very expensive. They come here all the time to check that we meet all their regulations and rules. We collect and recycle our grey water. Those paw-paw banana and mangoes are all watered by a drip system from a grey water storage tank back near the toilet. Without the eco toilet and the grey water tank we would not be allowed to live here."

They sat looking out over the sandy beach and the reef until Mary broke the silence. "Sam always demanded that we shower and dress for dinner. I will shower first so I can start to get things ready and you can join me after you shower and change."

When Jack returned from the shower he stood for a minute watching Mary move around the kitchen. She had changed from the jeans and long sleeved shirt she had worn on the barge into a short white cotton dress. The contrast between her deep black skin and the shiny white cloth was dramatic making him study her body for the first time since they met. 

The dress was beautifully made drawing his eyes to a larger than normal set off breasts that without being sluttish seemed to spill out and draw attention to a tiny waist that spread again to a nice set of smallish thighs. Finally her long thin black legs ended in a pair of white high heeled shoes 

He smiled to himself as he thought it really was no wonder that Sam the remittance man had stole her from her tribe and the reserve. She was the most beautiful aborigine woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Mary turned as he approached. "Would you like a glass of wine or a scotch before dinner? She noticed his questioning look and went into an explanation. "Sam used to say that there was no need to deny ourselves the pleasures of civilization because we were living in isolation away from city life. He always wanted me to dress for dinner. On these hot summer nights I would prepare a cold meal and we would have a drink before we sat down. He always wanted the table set with a table cloth and good silver. He would wait until I joined him before he ate." 

"You miss him don't you?" Jack asked when she started to eat. "Yes," she whispered, "he was my life. I don't know what I am going to do now he's gone. I don't want to go back to the reserve and I don't want to become a fringe dwelling city aborigine. I'm lost without him."

When the meal was over Mary took a bottle of wine and ushered him out on to the small concrete verandah that looked out over the Coral Sea. Jack watched intrigued as she pored herself a glass of wine. "Back at the pub you refused a beer but you're drinking wine and I see a lot of alcohol in the cupboard. Don't you like beer?"

Mary stopped smiling, "My people have been destroyed by grog. Many white people in the cape exploit them with grog then put them down for being lazy drunks. I don't like pubs and the people who run them. Sam said they were parasites. He would not let me to go into a pub other than the Sovereign where he bought his supplies and collected his mail. The owner was another Englishman who knew Sam's family history."

"Sam hated seeing black women drunk in the streets. He took me away from my tribe and settled on this island so we did not have to put up with the snide remarks and see what he called the shame of my race." 

Jack had to admit as he stripped off and stretched out on his bed later that evening that he had been critical of what he and his mates had called lazy aborigines who staggered around the streets with a flagon of wine stinking drunk. 

He didn't think he was a racist but had to admit he had never been very supportive of attempts to improve the lot of indigenous people. He had from years of working in the cape developed a very low opinion of most of the aborigine race. 

He was the first to admit there was some good ones and some smart ones but as far as he was concerned they were outnumbered by those who wouldn't work in an iron lung. He had to admit it was not always their fault. He knew from experience that many problems facing aborigine communities were caused by whites. He was pissed off at white men who hung around the black's camps and reserves peddling wine and looking for drunken sex. 

After talking with Mary he was starting to feel a little ashamed. He had never had a long conversation with a smart aborigine woman. It was an experience that had opened his eyes. As they laughed and joked while telling the stories of their lives he found himself warming to Mary. She was beautiful and under Sam's tutelage she had become an entertaining and witty companion. 

Sometime during the night Jack was woken by the touch on his face. "Can I sleep with you? Mary whispered as she joined him on his bed. "Tonight was like old times. Sam and I used to sit for hours talking and then when we went to bed he would hold me in his arms and I would feel secure and safe." She cuddled down beside him. "Please hold me. I miss him so much. I hate sleeping alone."

Jack did not say a word he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. They lay together for some time before her hands moved down his back, "you don't wear clothes," she whispered. Jack laughed, "No, but I can put some on if it bothers you." 

Mary did not reply she ran her hands over his chest and back down over his butt then back up to hold him close. "You are very fit and hard, Sam was soft, he was too fat his body was different." Jack did not know what to say or what to do. All his negative feelings about aborigine women and sex raised their heads for a minute, and then faded as he felt her breasts pressing against his body through her nightdress. 

Because of his biases he had never given a thought to having sex with an aborigine woman. He was making up his mind what to do or say when his cock made up its mind. It grew hard and poked up into Mary's nightdress pushing in between her thighs. Mary did not say a word she gently felt his hardness then broke their embrace and stood up dropping her nightdress to the floor before stepping out of it and sliding back in the bed beside him.

As she slid in to bed moonlight from the window shone on her breasts. They were much larger and softer than Jack had expected. As if it was the most natural thing to do he lifted his head and moved so his mouth could reach the closest nipple. His movements were tentative his brain still telling him this should not be. Mary changed all that when she gently took hold of his head and pulled his face in to her breasts.

"Oh my god," Jack groaned as he wrapped his arms around her and ran his tongue over and under her soft black breast and started nibbling on a thick brown nipple. His erection throbbed; his mouth went dry, as he forgot about her race or background and his anger at white men who sought out aborigine girls for sex. 

Her warm soft body seemed to surround him and relax him as his hands stroked and touched her wherever he could reach. Moving so his hands could travel further on their mission he was able to eventually run his hands down over her flat stomach towards her pussy. When she did not object he let his body follow his hands down until he was kissing around her belly button while his urgent fingers found and opened her pussy to await his tongue.

Mary had been scared when she left her bed and sought to find a place in Jacks bed. She had missed the comfort of Sam's loving arms. She had slept in Sam's arms every evening they had spent together since he stole her from her family. 

Sam had found it hard to raise or sustain an erection, so sex between them was extremely rare and never satisfactory. The lack of sex did not faze Mary because she knew Sam loved her. He was a cuddly bear who loved to hold her and kiss her. He made up for his sexual shortcomings spending hours teaching her to speak and dress properly. 

"One day I'll take you home my black beauty. When we turn up in London we will shock the living daylights out of my stuffy family," he used to cry when he had too much to drink. He would entertain her as he laughed and staggered around the hut by describing how they would take London by storm. "My beautiful black colonial aborigine will rub their bloody noses in the dirt that's for sure." He would cry as he led her to bed.

Sam was not a lover. He did not believe in oral sex or foreplay. He joked about his soft cock accepting it as a fact of life. It was an exceptionally rare occasion when he could stay hard enough to put it in and even then it would quickly grow soft and slip out.

Instead of making love they slept in each others arms. He used to tell her when they lay together and his body would not respond to her caresses that his love for her was the thing that kept him going. They would hold each other as he cried and fell asleep. 

Mary was brought back to the present when Jack's tongue licked along the lips of her pussy. She had been a virgin when Sam took her and was virtually a virgin ten years later. No tongue had ever invaded her pussy until now. She found the touch of his mouth so exciting that her body started to shake and tremble all over. 

Never having had anyone kiss or caress her pussy with their mouth and tongue Mary started to panic when her body responded so vigorously. She was embarrassed thinking he would think she was a trollop. With those thoughts rushing through her mind and her body bucking under his tongues caresses she tried without success to stop her body from shuddering and bucking. But no matter what she tried his tongue prevailed and her shudders grew in intensity.

Mary's shivering body created havoc with Jacks breathing. Her trembling thighs and her quiet sighs drove Jack to distraction. His sex life in recent years had mostly been with Molly the only prostitute in the fishing village and lately with her twenty year old daughter Martha. Because of the number of clients they serviced when the fishing fleet hit town Jack never ever thought of going down on either Molly or Martha. 

Tonight was different. Mary's hairy pussy smelt good. It was giving off a distinctive aroma that he had never experienced before. Just the smell of her pussy made his heart beat faster and his cock grow harder. To his surprise it not only smelt good it was hot and very wet. 

Jack was not used to a wet pussy. Molly had always had to rub Vaseline on her condoms to prevent her customers from hurting her when their cocks slid into her dry hole. So Mary's hot moist pussy intrigued and excited Jack, he was in heaven. He played with it, fingered it, licked it, kissed it and smothered it with affection. 

Her reaction to his tongue and fingers created feelings in Jack that he had rarely experienced in his brief times with a woman. He returned time and time again to her warm wet pussy working and sucking with his tongue and fingers until to his surprise he felt her come. 

Mary lay back and enjoyed the sensations Jack was creating. She had become so relaxed under his gentle caresses that she jumped when he spoke, "I don't have any condoms," he whispered. "We shouldn't take a risk." 

Mary did not know what to say. The question of safe sex had never been raised by Sam. He was her one and only man. He taught her to keep herself clean taking her to the local private hospital for a check up when they first arrived and occasionally after that. She knew he would have loved a son or a daughter so she never took precautions. 

Mary did not say anything but she wanted Jack. She had dreamt of the day when Sam would stay hard and satisfy the longing that had built up in her over the years. Her body was on fire she was experiencing feelings she had never felt before. She didn't care whether he used a condom or not, she wanted Jack. She moved her body to accommodate his and started to tell him when he moved his head from between her legs and sat up. 

Jack smiled at Mary and closed her mouth with a kiss before she could speak. She relaxed when he continued to kiss her for some time. She waited in anticipation hoping he would kiss down to her breasts but was disappointed when his kisses continued up along her cheek until his tongue filled her ear. 




Jack



Mary loved Jacks kisses she loved the way he whispered to her as he kissed all over her face. "Lovely eyes, pert little nose, sexy soft lips, high cheek bones, beautiful, very beautiful," he murmured as he kissed. 

They settled into a long happy session of loving and kissing before Jack finally kissed down her neck to kiss around and under her breasts. "They are beautiful," he told her as he held them in his hands and flicked each nipple with his tongue.

Mary pushed up on her elbows and watched as Jack tried to take as much as possible of one then the other breast into his mouth. His loving ways had captivated her. She was completely at his mercy. She wanted him, but he seemed to have made up his mind that that this was not to be until they had a condom. 

"Please," she whispered as she took his hard cock in her hand, "please." When he did not answer she wriggled her body on the bed until she was in a position where she could rub his cock along the lip of her pussy. Shifting again she was able to move it against her clit. A few gentle strokes of his cock made her blood boil. She felt the rush and flow of her juices and whispered, "Don't tease me any more." 

Jack woke the next morning to the sounds of seagulls and terns fighting over scraps of food thrown to them by an early rising Mary. "Hi," she said shyly as he joined her. "Hi yourself," Jack said as he slipped his arm around her and lifted her face so he could kiss her. She responded hungrily then took his hand, "Lets have some breakfast and then I'll walk you over to the rocky side of the island and show you the oyster bank."

As they ate Jack tried to recall and relive all that had happened last night. It had been early morning when he called a halt. Mary had hardly said a word during their hours of lovemaking. She let him do what ever he liked, always joining in enthusiastically when given the opportunity. 

She was so kind and gentle, so sweet and loving that Jack had to admit that the fact that she was an aborigine did not matter and would never matter again. She was the warmest and most loving woman he had ever had in his bed. 

He grinned as he recalled they had made love in every way possible, Mary agreeing to all of his suggestions no matter how outrageous. She was like an innocent bride on her wedding night laughing and giggling shyly one moment, then adventurous and sexy the next. 

Daylight was streaming through the windows when after two or three tries during the night she finally mastered the art of taking his cock deep in her mouth without gagging then sucking and swallowing his come. Jack was buggered he could not believe that he had been capable of making love throughout the night. When Mary released his cock and looked up in satisfaction he had clapped his hands, told her she was wonderful and jumped out of bed crying. "No more." 

Jack watched Mary as she cleaned away the breakfast dishes. He could not believe the body that had captivated him last night was so well hidden under those jeans and long sleeved shirt. She turned to find him looking at her "what's up?" she asked. "Nothings up," he replied looking down at his lap, then laughed. "I was just thinking that those clothes might be able to hide your exciting body but nothing could hide your happy face. You are truly beautiful." 

"You put that happy smile on my face," she giggled. "We can do it again today," Jack cried as he pulled her to him and kissed her lightly. "We don't have to go back to the city, let's stay here." Mary smiled shyly, "let's go and finish the inspection before it gets too hot."

Jack had seen oysters grown in the south he was used to racks and what oyster growers called furniture. "Where's the racks?" he asked as they emerged from the trees. Mary laughed, "We are not allowed to construct anything like that in the Marine Park; our oysters are harvested from the wild that's why we have a lease over such a big area. This is a great locality for large black lip but it was the milkies that Sam loved." She pointed to what looked like small oysters. "The spats form on the rocks and fatten two or three years later in October November. We only have a short harvest period." 

"Sam would not let me bring others over to help so we never harvested the complete crop. Most of those we left were ruined commercially. If spats grow on the mature oysters they ruin them for sale. If you buy me out I suggest you bring a few workers over each year." 

She walked off ahead not realizing that her words had hurt Jack. He couldn't believe that she was still thinking of leaving. After last nights love making he had hoped she might want to stay with him on the island. He shook his head as he followed her along the track, last night must have meant nothing to her.

Mary unaware of his thoughts walked him over to a grove of palm trees near some rocks. "Sam used to sit over here for hours. He would laugh and tell me the old joke about oysters where a sea food shop proprietor said oysters were an aphrodisiac capable of turning a man into a sex machine. Have you heard it?" Jack laughed "No I haven't, tell it to me." Mary blushed and stammered, "I'll try, I don't tell jokes very well but in the story a customer disputed the claim that they made a man capable of many orgasms by saying he had ate a dozen last night and only eleven of them worked." 

Sam thought that a great joke I think he hoped that oysters would work for him but he never blamed them. He used to say if he wasn't afflicted by his complaint these wild oysters would make him hard and stay hard. I think that was the real reason he constructed a second little hut over here so he could stay over this side of the island near the oysters. Even though he claimed it helped keeps the thieves away. So you see the hut you slept in last night is on a special lease not the oyster lease."

Jack seized the opportunity. "The hut we slept in last was special, what we did was fantastic," he whispered as he kissed her. "Lets see if this second hut works the same way." He took her hand and eased her through the door. Inside he led her to an old single bed. Mary couldn't look him in the eye. She wanted him but was too shy to admit it here in the daylight.

Instead she whispered, "There's a double bed down the other end." She stuttered and stammered when she saw Jack's wide grin. "More room, there's more room" she stammered. "I don't want more room," he groaned "I want you." 

Jack was disappointed when she stood quietly neither smiling nor responding. He became worried at her lack of interest, "What's up love am I embarrassing you?" He waited for what seemed an eternity then spoke again. 

"Don't let me force you; you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. Just tell me and I'll stop." He was delighted when Mary reacted to his words by kissing him hard. "You do it," she whispered, "undress me."

Jack was so surprised by her words that he could not make his fingers work. The more he tried the more difficult it became to undo her buttons. His cock was not slow it was hard and ready by the time he slowly removed her long sleeved shirt and her bra. 

Overcome by the sight of her soft black breasts as she stood topless in her jeans he turned her around so he could look at her from different angles, "My god you're beautiful," he groaned. "I don't know why you hide that beautiful body under those clothes."

Mary hung her head and whispered quietly "You are the first man to see me naked in the daylight. Sam and I only undressed together at night," Jack silenced her reply with a kiss, kissing her until she relaxed and returned his kisses. When she relaxed he removed her jeans and led her to the bed. "Lay down here and let me look at you," he groaned as he shed his clothes and joined her.

Mary had been worried all morning she had found sex with Jack so exciting last night that she had done things that Sam had said were only done by sluts. Instead of being insulted at his requests or feeling depraved by her actions she had loved oral and anal sex. His lips on her pussy followed by his tongue and teeth on her clit then his finger in her rosebud had created feelings that had not really subsided or disappeared now hours after she had joined him in his bed.

This morning she had believed that Jack having used her body last night would want to get away from her and the island. She had cried as she fed her birds castigating herself for giving in and acting like a slut. As Jack fed his hard white cock into her sopping pussy she shuddered and stopped worrying. Maybe he was a man of his word. Maybe what he was saying was true and not just words to get more sex. Anyway she thought as his cock started to move faster and faster why not enjoy Jack's wild earthy sex here on the island where no one would ever know what happened. 

Their first raw and urgent coupling was over quickly. Within minutes both lay panting and sweating in the tropical heat. Jack slumped back on the bed and growled, "It's too bloody hot," Mary was tired from the exertion of their love making, she too had slumped back to relax when she was startled by Jack's wild laughter, "Lets skinny dip," he cried as he jumped off the bed. 

Before she could object he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Lets go and jump in the bay to cool off." Overriding her objections he pulled her after him as they ran down the sand to the waters edge. Mary kept looking around, "someone will see," she cried as she tried to hide her breasts with her hands. 

By now Jack was in the water "I can see your pussy and your hands can't even hide your big black boobs, so give up and join me," he called as he splashed water up over her body. 

Mary was surprised when he stopped splashing and stood still. My god you are bloody magnificent young woman," he growled. She hung her head as his eyes roamed over her body. He laughed, "Don't tell me you're still shy. You can't be shy when you stand there like a black Aphrodite rising from the sea with the water shining on your black boobs." 

He licked his lips. "Your dripping pussy has restored my energy. I have always wanted to make love in the ocean or at least on a beach. Lets be the first to make love here on the sand as the waves lap around us." 

When she still stood with her head bowed he growled, "Come here my young beauty, I need that magnificent body to help me christen this little beach." With a cry he leapt up and hauled her down on to the sand. "Come here my black beauty, I want you here and now," he growled as his hands spread her legs. 

Once again she was overwhelmed by his lovemaking. He seemed intent on devouring her pussy, bringing her too many little orgasms before his hard driving cock spewed its hot semen into her body. As he gathered his breath he took her head in his hands and kissed her on the lips. "I want to buy this lease," he growled.

He slumped down beside her as he waited for a response. When none was forthcoming he raised himself up to run his hands over her big black breasts. When he saw the tracks of the tears that had ran down her cheek he kissed them away. "Oh hell, I hope you realize that I want you as part of the package. The lease will mean nothing to me without you." He kissed her gently "don't worry," he whispered "we will have a great life together."



Jack



I tied him to the foot of my bed. 

He looked so magnificent squatting there on the balls of his feet, his arms draped along the length of the footboard, bound by wrists and elbows to the top rail. His cock swelled as I ran each scented scarf over his flesh, teasing him wordlessly with the promise of silken pleasure. 

It was not long before I could smell his arousal. The scent of ball musk and precum slowly filled the room as I undressed, stripping off the armor that a woman wears to work, a woman like me, slipping my skirt down my thighs, my blouse down my arms, and Grandmother's pearls over my head. He watched me with a combination of longing and wariness, as if afraid his watching me was not permitted. And well he should have, as he'd made a misstep just a few minutes earlier, a misstep that I would not soon let him forget. 

That night we'd planned to meet at my place and then catch up with some friends at the stadium for a ball game. I was unavoidably detained at work, and when I arrived home he was waiting outside my door, pacing. 

"Hi Jack," I flashed him a quick smile. "Thanks for waiting. Just give me ten minutes and we can head out." 

"We're going to be late," he responded with impatient gruffness. 

It was the first thing he said to me, and it was a mistake. He knew it as soon as he saw the expression on my face, the slow lift of my eyes from the doorknob, where my hand was fumbling with my keys. I'd had a long day at work with a client whose lack of planning and foresight had him in a state of emergency, one which he'd expected me to resolve. I'd made every effort on the drive home to put the tension of my workday behind me so I could be pleasant company, and rather than greet me civilly, he'd decided to be pissy. And his pissiness made me go cold with anger. 

I arched an eyebrow and held the keyring out to him, and when his fingers brushed mine I felt the charge, the current of awareness running between us. His energy and attitude immediately changed. He took the keys without comment and unlocked the door, stepping back to let me pass. I brushed by him and headed straight for my bedroom, where I dropped my briefcase on the bed, shrugged out of my sweater, and kicked off my shoes. 

I pulled the clip out of my hair and massaged my scalp for a full minute. When I opened my eyes, I could see Jack standing just inside the doorway of my room. I studied him for a long moment. He was average in looks and build, moderately geeky in his manner and interests, and highly--very highly--intelligent. And knowing how smart he was, I was shocked that he would be fool enough to enter my bedroom uninvited. Unless... hmmm. The typically vanilla male would have made another snide remark and gone off to the living room to watch television while he waited for me. A dominant male would have propped himself up against the doorjamb, arms crossed, and loomed silently over me, trying to intimidate me into hurrying with his obvious and unspoken displeasure. 

But not this male. No. Jack stood just inside my bedroom, hands at his sides, with an "I'm-sorry" expression on his face. He caught me watching him, met my eyes for a moment, then dropped them to the floor. Click. I smiled to myself as I recognized his behavior for what it was: a submissive distressed at displeasing his mistress. 

I decided to test my theory. 

"I am extremely displeased," I said in a low voice that mixed threat and sensuality in a combination I knew was very effective on submissives. 

He seemed to wilt before my eyes. "Yes, I know. I 'm sorry..." 

"Do you know why I am displeased, Jack?" 

"Because I was short with you at the door?" 

"Yes, that is one of the reasons...." I took a couple of steps toward him, closing the space between us, knowing he would feel the intensity radiating from me. "What makes you think you have the right to enter my bedroom uninvited?" I asked. 

"Oh! Oh, I am sorry!" He started backing out of the room. "I just followed you." 

"Indeed. You followed me, not as a matter of presumption -- but like any good submissive follows his mistress -- meekly." 

He looked at me with a stunned expression on his face. 

"Which brings me to my third reason for displeasure. Why didn't you tell me you were into D/s?" 

He gulped, and something like hopefulness illuminated his face. 

"You are a Domme?" he asked. 

I smiled slowly, letting a hint of my temper show. "Only on my bad days... and today has been a very bad day, Jack." 

I put my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through his hair. He made a sighing purr and closed his eyes. I massaged the back of his neck and nibbled on his ear. He shivered and moaned, and I felt his cock stirring between us. I tightened my fingers in his hair and pulled back firmly, while at the same time hissing into his ear, "You've made a bad day even worse, Jack. What am I going to do with you?" 

He swallowed. I watched his throat work, splayed the fingers of my other hand around it. After a long moment, he said, "I--I don't know..." 

I gave his hair another firm tug. "Oh yes you do, Jack." 

He winced, but remained still, unresisting. "I was thinking -- I thought -- I thought maybe I could make it up to you, somehow...." His voice trailed off. How delicious to see this man, usually so articulate and confident in himself, stammer and flail about uncertainly. 

"How could you possibly make it up to me?" I asked, derisively. 

"Would you like a foot massage? I could draw you a bath, bring you a glass of wine, maybe read to you while you soak..." 

I filed those suggestions away for future use. 

"Hmmm.... I'm rather frustrated right now, Jack, and what I'd really like to do... is punish you..." 

"Oh...uhm... h-how?" 

I let my arm fall and slapped him hard on the ass, a test to see how he reacted. He jumped a little, and his eyes flew open. He looked worried, which was good. I'm not really into pain, giving or receiving. Suffering, now, is something else, entirely. 

"I suppose I could paddle your ass, but what I'd really like to do..." I leaned forward, bit his chin firmly. "What I'd really like to do is torment you. Are you game for some denial and humiliation, Jack? Shall I make your cock hard and keep you on edge? Make you beg to be allowed to come?" 

With those words I had him. He sucked in a ragged breath and moaned. His eyes were wide with anticipation, his pupils dilated. 

"God, I'd love that," he groaned. 

"I suppose you can call me 'god', though I do prefer 'Miss Kay'." 

I moved away from him and sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room. I crossed my legs and smoothed my slip down over my thighs, then raised my hands to tuck the errant curls at my temples back behind my ears. I took a long, slow breath, centering myself, finding that place in me that enjoys the exchange of power. 

I raised my eyes and looked cooly at him. 

"Strip," I commanded. 

And he did. 

If he could have made his clothes vanish off of him, I am sure he would have. As it was, he undressed without hesitation, removing his clothes quickly and efficiently. While he was undressing, I moved to my dresser and opened the glove drawer. It was filled with 3 dozen pairs of gloves in a variety of colors and materials. I 'd inherited them from my grandmother, who would probably roll in her grave if she knew the use I put them to. I pulled on a pair of grey leather ones, nearly the same color as my bra and slip. I smoothed them up over my wrists to where they stopped at mid-forearm, then laced my fingers together and pressed firmly. The leather gave a satisfying creak. 

He folded his clothes, leaving them in a pile at his feet. I walked slowly around him, inspecting him. I noticed that there was a dignity about him, which I admired. He was not desperate. Not yet. He had beautiful skin, flawless, really. His torso and ass were free of marks. My guess was that he'd not had sex recently, and no punishments, either. I trailed my gloved fingers along his flank as I circled him, stopping just short of touching his cock. He sighed and trembled a little under my touch, making me smile. 

Let the game begin, I thought to myself, and launched into domme-mode, repeating a series of earlier questions in order to set the mood. 

"Do you know denial and humiliation, Jack?" 

"Yes, Miss Kay," he answered, unsteadily. 

"Do you like it?" 

"Yes, Miss Kay." 

"Has it been a long while since your last session, Jack?" I knew the answer. A good Domme is hard to find. For every 15 to 20 submissive males, there is just one Domme. 

"Too long, Miss Kay." 

I ran my fingertips from his balls, to his cock. It leaped furiously, the head flushing a darker red right before my eyes. I released him and moved over to the scarf-draped rack near my bed. I ran several through my fingers before settling on four of them, heavy ribbons, really, as wide as my palm, and 5 feet long. Walking up to him, I teased him with one, sliding it over his bare flesh, noticing that its wine-red color contrasted nicely with his skin. 

"I want to tie you up, Jack. I want to tie you to my bed and torment you. Do you consent?" 

His whole body yearned toward me, and his eyes, oh how his eyes pleaded. He positively moaned his answer. 

"Yesssss..." 

And so that is how I came to be undressing and he came to be tied to the foot of my bed when the phone rang. 

I looked at my Caller ID and smiled when I saw who it was. Perfect timing! I picked up the phone and greeted my caller with a sultry, "Hello Kurt." 

There was a pause on the other end. 

"Kay! I didn't expect to catch you at home -- aren't you going to the game tonight?" 

I sat once again in the armchair in the corner of the room and let my legs sprawl a little so Jack could see the flesh of my inner thighs under my slip. 

"I was," I answered, "but Jack got impatient with me..." 

"He didn't!" Kurt chuckled. 

He's the most masterful, dominant man in my life, and even he knows not to get impatient with me. Contrary me. It never has the desired effect. Unless me in high-bitch mode is a desirable thing. Which, I suddenly realized, was exactly what Jack wanted. 

"You sent him packing then?" Kurt asked. 

"No. He's here... Tied to the foot of my bed." 

I could hear Kurt's breath catch. We had talked at length about the fact that his mastery of me, his conquering of me, his singular ability to take from me what I wanted to give him anyway, but could not -- that this power exchange between us engendered a reciprocal need in me to dominate another. I am, afterall, a switch. 

Jack made a hint of a sound, drawing my attention to him. His face had warmed up, and red splotches had appeared on his chest. I could see the embarrassment and humiliation burning its way through him. He squirmed and shifted his aching thighs, trying to ease the strain on his arches. 

I stood slowly and strolled over to Jack. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back. Immobilizing him. 

"I haven't decided what I'll do with him. Yet." 

"I'm sure you will think of something," Kurt said, with deep amusement. 

"Oh absolutely!" I responded. 

I tightened my fingers in his hair. His eyes opened very wide and I stared into them. The pupils were dilated. His cheeks were flushed a deep red. I could see everything in his eyes that I expected to see in a man submitting to a new Mistress, except one thing. I had expected to see apprehension there, but what I found, instead, was trust. His eyes were not just adoring and limpid and pained, they were trusting, Yes, far more trusting than I had any reason to expect. It caused me a moment of hesitation, but then it passed. I would, of course, do everything in my power to make sure that trust was not misplaced. 

I cradled his cheek in my hand, brushed my thumb across his lips. Such a lovely mouth, sensuous in its lines, and almost feminine in its fullness. His eyes closed and he let out a low moan, then turned his head and kissed my gloved palm. Very sweet. I gave him an approving smile and took a step backwards. 

We continued talking, Kurt and I, with me describing the scene in excruciating detail that had Jack alternately flinching and preening. All the while I watched him watching me as I trailed my fingers with deliberate idleness along my exposed skin, running my fingers under the waistband of my slip and the underside of my lace-covered breasts. 

"Is he listening?" Kurt asked at one point. 

"Yes, he is eating it up," I said with a grin and flicked Jack a quick glance in order to gauge his response. He squirmed some more and flushed a deep red. His cock, as impossible as it seemed, appeared to grow even longer. 

I lifted a hand behind me and unfastened my bra, then let the straps slide down over my arms. Jack hadn't yet seen me bare-breasted, and his eyes took full advantage of my exposure as I deliberately leaned over him to place the lacy undergarment on my bed. The full globes of my breasts swayed just inches from his face, the crinkled dark nipples looking like bits of milk chocolate against my pale skin. He breathed in and whimpered. I wondered why. Was it the scent of my arousal that had him making such noises, or was it the urge to suck my nipples? 

I turned around and bent over at the waist, then slowly, very slowly, eased the slip up my hips, wiggling them a little, ostensibly to get at the tops of my stockings, but mainly to give him a better view of what he'd been peeking at when I'd been sitting in the chair: my bare pussy. I rarely wear panties, preferring to go 'commando' mainly because the rub of my vulva against silky undies puts me in a constant state of arousal. So he had a choice view of my pouty pussy lips as I slowly rolled the stockings down my legs. 

My strip tease had the desired effect. His breathing turned to panting before I got the first stocking off. I lifted my feet to retrieve them and then clasped my hands behind my ankles, giving my hamstrings and my low back a good stretch. I stood up and dabbed at the juices on my inner thighs with one of the stockings, then draped it around his neck. Let him smell pussy juice, I thought. Let him feel the dampness against his skin. 

I looked a down at him, at the poor man with his arms tied at wrists and elbows to the rail of my footboard. He was staring at the vee of my thighs, covered by the fabric of my slip, just a handspan away from him. I could see my feet between his thighs, thighs that worked a bit from being in a squat for so long, and his chest rapidly rose and fell with his panting. His cock jutted out toward me, obscenely hard and pulsing with each beat of his heart. Poor dear. 

"...viognier, I think, a full case--I've gotten her hooked on it," I said, speaking of Kurt's sister and an upcoming party in her honor. "I'll be in Salem on Thursday--I can swing by the vineyard and pick it up..." 

I moved to the vase filled with a bouquet of feather ticklers and pulled out a black one. I ran it teasingly along my belly, making myself shiver. When I brushed my nipple I gasped, Jack moaned, and Kurt chuckled from the other end of the phone. I worked the tickler down my body and then came at Jack's balls from underneath, just barely brushing them with the feathers. He groaned, of course, the groan of a man warning his partner that he was near climax. 

I stopped mid-sentence in what I was saying to Kurt and gave Jack a stern look. "Don't you dare come without permission." 

He tilted his head to look up at me. His eyes were wild and blank. I don't think he was seeing me. I pressed the tickler under his chin, tapped it there. "Jack. Jack. Look at me!" 

I watched him struggle for focus, watched for the clarity in his gaze. When I saw it, I repeated, "You are not allowed to come without permission." 

He nodded, squeezed his eyes closed, and let his chin sink down against his chest. 

I resumed tormenting him with the feather tickler, swirling it over his pects. He bucked when I teased his nipples, making me smile in recognition. I made a mental note of his sensitive nipples and determined that I had the perfect clamps for tormenting them next time. The tickler danced over his abdomen, tracing the fine hairs that formed the line to paradise. I brushed it along the shaft of his cock, stroking the veins. His hands fisted, then opened and clenched the railing of the footboard. He moaned again, and I pulled the tickler back. 

I twirled it between my fingers as I chatted with Kurt, enjoying the wary expression on Jack's face. With one deft move, I let the instrument of torment sweep from the base of his cock over his balls to his ass and back again. When the feathers stroked his balls he let out a cry. His arms strained against his bonds. I knew, if they were free, that he would be grabbing himself, wrapping his hand around the base, trying to stop the impending climax. He gasped and shuddered as he lost the struggle, come erupting from him in long, ropy spurts. 

Something in me relished making him lose control, I will admit it. But another part of me was disappointed in his lack of self-control. I used the disappointment to fuel an outrage I did not really feel, but which I knew was necessary for the role I was playing. In the moment that he came without permission, it became my job to put him on the defensive, to make him feel like he'd done something so wrong that his only option was to abase himself in order to win back my favor. 

"Time to go, Kurt... Yes, I love you, too." 

I tossed the phone on the bed and slapped Jack. 

"Hey!" he said. 

I moved to tower over him. I let anger bubble up in me, let it build in intensity, knowing he would feel it. 

"Did you have permission to come?" 

No answer. 

"Did you?" I slapped him again. 

He winced. "No, Miss." 

"Did you have permission to soil this tool with your come? " I cropped him with the tickler. He winced and didn't say anything. Stubborn resistance? 

"Did you?" I asked insistently. 

He shook his head. "No Mistress." 

"You are fucking useless!" I yelled at him and yanked on the knots in the silk sashes, releasing him. He fell forward onto his hands and knees. 

"Fucking sad excuse of a submissive... You can't even control your own orgasms!" 

He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. 

"I'm sorry Miss Kay. I'm sorry. Its just been so long..." 

"Teasing and denial, Jack, remember? You coming when I say you can, for my pleasure, at my command?" My pussy was wet and aching. I had so been enjoying teasing him, slowly bringing him to that precarious edge, and he'd gone and ruined my fun. 

He opened his mouth to speak and I held up my hand. With the other one I pointed at the neatly folded pile of his clothing. The sooner I got rid of him, the sooner I could pull out my toys and play. 

"Get your clothes and get your sorry ass out of my house before I whip it!" 

He stopped mid-crawl and hung his head. 

"Please, Miss Kay..." 

"What now?" 

"Please whip it. I would like you to whip my sorry ass, if it pleases you." He crawled hesitantly toward me, pressed his lips to my instep. 

"Oh NOW you care what pleases me?" 

It was no longer necessary to feign anger, to amplify it. He wanted to be thrashed and I had nothing to thrash him with. The floggers I had were for pleasure, not pain. Fuck! I cast my mind around, thinking. I didn't want to use slippers, too soft. No to hangers. Too thin. No to my belts. They might cut. I wished for the willow tree behind Kurt's house, so I could cut myself a switch. 

And that is when an idea struck me. 

"Fine!" I grabbed the yukata hanging nearby and slipped into it. "There is a long mirror on the wall between the living room and the dining room. I want you kneeling in front of it. Now!" 

My voice cracked like a whip and he shot through the door, crawling as fast as his hands and knees could carry him. It made me smile, that he was aware enough of his place to know better than to walk upright. 




Jack



I tied the sash on the yukata and walked to the back door. The late evening sun slanted through the big window overlooking the golf course. I opened the blinds before stepping outside. Earlier in the week I'd thinned the clump of bamboo growing out back, cutting out every third culm, using a hand-saw to cut the poles down to four foot sections that made great garden stakes. And canes. Canes that could be applied to a certain male person's backside. 

I selected one about half an inch in diameter. It was still green and fairly flexible. I slapped it against my calf, testing it on myself until I got the right wrist snap to maximize sting while minimizing welts. I wanted to redden his bottom, not bruise it. 

I opened the back door to find him kneeling as instructed, before the mirror. The sun's rays bounced off the blinds and lent a golden glow to the room, softening the stark shadows that crossed his back, precursors of marks to come. I raised the blinds and threw open all the windows, opening the entire back of the house to the golf course it overlooked. Not 10 yards away I could see a couple playing through the fairway. I doubted they could see into my place given the angle of the light, but I doubted Jack knew that. I knew it would add to his titillation and humiliation, the awareness that someone sweeping the grass looking for a golf ball might glance into the windows or overhear him being punished. 

I turned around and my eyes met his in the mirror. I could see the apprehension and excitement on his face. I watched his eyes flick to the windows behind me. 

"Is this going to be too embarrassing for you, Jack?" 

"No, Miss Kay." 

"Are you sure? I mean, anyone who walks by will hear your cries, may even see you naked and submitting to my discipline." 

He squirmed. His cock twitched and he shivered under the caress of my voice. In the mirror, his eyes watched the movement of the bamboo cane as I tapped it against my leg. 

"Why are you here, Jack?" I asked him, almost gently. 

"Because it pleases you, Miss Kay." 

"Oh? Do you think it pleases me to have to punish you?" I tightened my grip on the bamboo cane, and the leather of my glove creaked. 

"N-n-no, Miss Kay." 

"Then why are you here, Jack?" I reached out with the cane and traced it gently along his spine. 

His back arched, forcing his chest out. He dragged in a breath. I could see a hint of desperation his expression as he cast about with his mind, trying to find the answer that I was looking for. 

"Because... because..." He took another deep breath. "Because I want to be. " 

I smiled at him, a big beaming smile with just a hint of cruelty showing through. 

"Because you want to be. Yes. Very good, Jack. I want you to remember that." I rested my hands on his shoulders a moment, then stood upright. 

"Well then, shall we get down to business? Here is what I propose. For the duration of the evening, the usual green-yellow-red signales are in force and I will respect them. For your punishment, you are going to masturbate to orgasm, Jack, as quickly as you can. I don't expect to push your limits, but I do intend to stripe your ass with this cane until you come. Understood?" 

Naked and penitent, he nodded. 

"Good. The whipping commences as soon as you touch your cock." 

I stepped up alongside him, tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, and waited, the stick of bamboo poised to fall. I felt the fine tremor in him, watched in the mirror as his pleading eyes met my implacable ones. He'd chosen this path, this abasement, and I was simply executing it. I raised an eyebrow at him, and for a moment there I thought for certain he would call it all off. But he took a deep breath and lifted one of his long-fingered hands from his thigh to his shaft. 

He squeezed his eyes closed in anticipation of the first blow. 

Cruelly, I held my hand. 

He gave his cock another hesitant stroke, his brows knitted. 

"Oh come on, Jack! You can do better than that. Beat that meat, damnit." I used the fingers in his hair to give his head a shake. "Stroke that useless piece of meat or so help me I'll toss you naked out on the course and you can find someone else to beat your pathetic ass--with a golf club." 

I let him get a good rhythm going, let him cup his balls in his other hand--let him almost forget about the bamboo cane hovering behind him--before I let it fall. When it did, his eyes flew wide open, as did his mouth. 

"Ow!" he cried out. 

"Poor baby, did that hurt?" I asked in my best sexy voice. 

I held his eyes in the mirror and slapped the cane against his ass again. The sound it made was satisfying, as was the grunt that came out from between his gritted teeth. His hands stopped moving on his cock and braced themselves on his thighs instead. 

"Jack, darling..." I bent forward to kiss the top of his head. "The object of this exercise is for you to come as soon as possible... Now you are more than welcome to savor your spanking, but if you let your cock go soft, your poor ass is going to be in ribbons before you finally come." 

This reminder galvanized him into motion. He fisted his cock and closed his eyes in concentration as I flicked the bamboo against his bottom, again and again. His cock swelled, darkened. His other hand dropped back to his balls, pinching them. His body jerked and swayed to the rhythm of his arm and mine, both of us bent on abusing his flesh. He was struggling to amplify the pleasure, I could see, and I was pleased to see his struggle. I wanted him to beat himself, fast and furious, trying to come as fast as he could, cheating himself of the real pleasure of his second orgasm, just as he'd robbed me of the pleasure of his first one. 

And then, after he came... I smiled to myself and tickled his ass with tip of the cane, tracing the red lines, drawing a figure-eight around it. After he came, I had no intention of letting him rest. No. I expected him to stay hard. I expected him to stay hard and serve me right. My smiled hardened. Like he should have the first time. 

"Yes, that's it, Jack. Pump it." I lashed him with a slightly stronger flick of my wrist. 

He made a half-cry, bit it off as his wide eyes caught the figure of a golfer nearby, in the mirror. The man had located his ball in the taller grass of my lawn and was preparing a pitch shot not 20 feet from us. The bamboo cane landed on Jack's ass again with a satisfying slap, and again, Jack made a noise, half-cry, half whimper. The golfer turned his head toward the house, then looked back down at his ball. 

Jack's eyes sought mine in the mirror. They pleaded with me, his eyes. I could see the conflict in them, see him struggling with arousal and pain and embarrassment. I smiled back at him. 

"Come on! I haven't got all night!" I said impatiently, my voice raised to carry. "Stroke your cock faster, damn you, or I'll invite a golfer in to watch." 

I let the bamboo switch fall again, and again Jack cried out. The golfer rested his pitching wedge against the turf, leaned on it, and looked toward my house. I knew the angle of the light was such that he was most likely seeing his own reflection in the windows, but there was no doubt that he could hear what was going on. 

Jack looked at me, looked at the golfer, looked back at me. He took a deep breath, held it and redoubled his efforts. I noted with approval that the head of his cock glistened with precum. 

"Mmmm. Good boy," I said approvingly, and too loudly. "Look at how dark your cock is. Why, the head is positively purple!" 

I slapped Jack with the cane, he moaned, and the golfer grabbed his own cock through the front of his pants. I figured he thought we were too busy to notice him listening in but it seemed that he'd forgotten where he was. On the edge of a golf course. 

"Steeeeve!" A man's voice called, making the golfer jump. "Can't you find your ball?" 

I grinned. I knew the man was very aware of the balls in his shorts, but I did not doubt he'd forgotten all about the one at his feet. 

In the mirror, I watched as 'Steve' marched toward the edge of my yard and made an urgent "come-here" motion with his hands. I looked down at Jack, watched him stroke his cock. He, too, was watching the other figure in the mirror. He'd slowed his pace a bit, so I gave him another lash with the cane, the hardest yet. His body arched, forming an elongated bow. His breath caught, causing him to bite off the cry that formed in this throat. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and when he saw my expression, he re-doubled his efforts, stroking the flesh in his hand with renewed fervor. 

I ran my fingers through his hair, murmuring to him, urging him on. "Stroke it harder, Jack. Don't let up. Come for me, come quickly now. You've other tasks to fulfill my pet, but first you must complete this one..." 

And once again we entered that timeless rhythmic zone in which nothing existed but the two of us and the pleasure and the pain. I watched his body as the cane fell, watched the resilience of his skin, the coloration. Watched the way his body started leaning back into my swing, meeting the blows almost eagerly. I murmured encouragement to him, ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. He watched me in the mirror, his eyes alternating between my face and the sway of my breasts as my arm rose and fell. And at some point I became aware that we were being watched. 

I murmured to Jack, "Our friend is back, dear. He is watching me paddle your sweet ass. Watching you beat your meat there, in front of the mirror. Lets make sure we put on a good show." 

He cupped his balls again and moaned loudly. My voice rose. I interspersed threats with my encouraging words. I lowered the arc of the bamboo switch and slapped it on the back of his thighs. He jumped, cried out. 

"Too much?" I asked? 

"Green!" he panted through clenched teeth, his hand a blur on his cock. 

I dropped my hand from the hair at the back of his head and insinuated it under the folds of my robe. I dipped my fingers into the folds of my pussy, wiggled them into that wetness, then held them to his mouth. 

"Lick my fingers. Suck the pussy juices off them..." I could feel the heat of his mouth enveloping my fingers, even through my gloves. 

"Yes.... yes. Suck them clean, Jack, and come for me. Come for me, and for your reward, you will get to taste them from the source. You want that, don't you Jack? You want to bury your face between my thighs and eat my pussy until I scream." 

And with that I looked up, and met two sets of wide eyes staring into the window on the side of the house. I smiled, at them and nodded. They started to pull away, but did not get far. I smacked Jack hard on his thighs and he moaned around my fingers. 

In a commanding voice, ordered him to come. 

And he did. He gasped and cried out as the semen bubbled up out of the head of his cock. He swayed and jerked there, on his knees, his face a patchwork of ecstasy and torment. He slowed down, started to relax, but I switched him again. 

"Keep stroking, Jack. Don't stop. I want you to stay hard. Stroke!" 

He shuddered through it, winced and moaned as I urged him to continue pumping his cock. Over-sensitized, the forced stroking robbed him of the pleasure of his orgasm, as I'd intended. 

"Poor baby," I said, cradling his head against my belly. "It must be excruciating. You want to stop, don't you? You want to stop, but you know I will be displeased if you do so without permission." 

Tears came to his eyes, coursed down his cheeks. He buried his face against my belly. His nostrils flared, and it took me just a moment to realize why. He could smell my arousal. One of his hands dared to rest itself on my foot, then, when I did not object, slid slowly up my calf. 

"Please, Miss Kay. Please..." 

"Please what, my pet?" 

"Please let me please you?" 

I thought about it for a moment. I looked out the window, and sure enough, our two golfers still stood outside, enthralled. What are they thinking, I wondered. 

"You can stop stroking now," I told him. 

He whimpered as he released himself, and a long shudder ran through his body. 

"I want you to turn to face me," I told him. 

When he was done shuffling around on his knees, his backside was facing the voyeurs, who, I am sure, were not quite certain what to make of the red marks criss-crossing his deliciously pink bottom. The late evening light strained through the blinds, making his flesh glow in alternating bands of shadow and bright. His eyes glistened. I could still see the tears clumping his eyelashes together, making them seem even longer and darker, making his eyes liquid and luminous as he looked up at me. I stared into the windows of his soul, saw his suffering, his vulnerability, his desire to please. 

I untied the belt of my yukata, let it fall open. Placed my hands on the silky fabric of my slip and slid it slowly up my thighs, conscious that I was teasing three men, and not just the one kneeling before me. 

I stopped when it reached my upper thighs, high enough that Jack could just see the curve of my outer labia, plump and slippery with my juices. 

He moaned at the sight, nuzzled his face against my inner thigh. His breath tickled my skin. He was breathing rather heavily, inhaling my scent. 

"You are a goddess," he said, reverently and without guile. 

"Oh? And I suppose you want to please your goddess now?" 

He moaned and nodded. I dipped my gloves fingers into my pussy again, dragged them down the lower half of his face. 

"Are you worthy?" 

"I want to be," he sighed. 

"Are you worthy?" I asked again. 

"I am unworthy of you, Mistress, but I would worship you all the same, if it pleases you." 

Such a lovely answer. It pleased me. 

I threaded my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him forward, unbalancing him. He placed his hands on my thighs carefully, caressingly. I guided his face toward me until his nose was nudging against my clit. His breath tickled my skin, making me want to trill and move away. 

"Show me how well you can please me, Jack," I said, and with that he opened his mouth and drove his tongue unerringly into my clit. 

The resulting jolt of pleasure made me gasp. My knees wanted to buckle but I reached out and leaned my hand against the wall, pressing my palm into the mirror. The fingers cradling the back of his skull pressed him more firmly against me, and my hips moved in concert with his mouth. 

Jack's lips circled my clit and sucked at it like a nipple. My body tightened, bowed, and then he scraped it between his teeth. It was all I needed to push me over the edge, and I flung myself into it, flying toward climax like an arrow speeding toward its target--or like a ball toward the putting green. 

The pleasure slut in me took over and I moaned and sighed and rode his face toward ecstasy, staring boldly out the window, into the eyes of our voyeur-golfers. Into the faces of the two men who stood frozen, their faces avid, exultant, looking for all the world as though they'd landed a hole in one.