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The Journey

By: Lanthir



I know that in many ways I was born an exhibitionist. My parents have told me that when I was very young, they would often find that I had slipped out of my clothes and was cruising around completely bare. It didn't matter if I was inside or outside – I was equally like to strip down to my skin. As I grew older, I would go without clothes as much as possible. By the time I was a teenager, I would be nude whenever I was in my room. I took advantage of the chance to be naked as I roamed through the house whenever everyone else was gone. The most fun was going outdoors without anything on. There is something so incredible about the feel of the sun and the air on my skin – especially on my dick and my ass. There is also something that just felt perfectly natural to be walking around undressed – something that seemed normal to me. I became hooked on it! 

At first I was worried that a neighbor might spot me, but it wasn't long before I no longer cared if they did see me. I would be outside whenever I could – especially to go swimming in our pool. The feel of the water in the pool was also a special pleasure in itself. I would go swimming in the pool and then lie out in the sun. Unfortunately, I had to give up this freedom when I went away to college in San Diego. Although there were nude beaches close to the campus, and they afforded the opportunity to indulge in some sunbathing, it just wasn't the same for me. I was used to being completely nude most of the time, living in the dorms, and getting in a few hours at the beach didn't quite measure up. 

The one thing that was most unusual, at least from my perspective, was that even with how comfortable I was with my own body, my level of sexual experience was practically zero. For as bold as I might be with my nudity, when it came to females I was really pretty shy. I had hoped that this might change while I attended the university, but I came home for the summer with no more experience that I had when I left home last Fall. While being back at home was a drag in many ways, it had the very nice feature of providing lots of time alone at home. Both my parents worked, and so I quickly got back into my routine of being nude for most of the day. Feeling somewhat restricted during the school year, I made sure I didn't waste a single opportunity to indulge.

Just after I came home for the summer, some new neighbors moved into the house next door. We lived on a hill, and they were the next house just up the slope from ours. There was a chain link fence between the two yards that had a few plants growing along its length. But even with the plants it was still mostly open and easy to look through. It turned out that the family moving in included a single mom, and two girls around my age. I was nineteen at the time. Sandy was about a year older than me, and her sister Suzy was about a year younger. I met them when they first moved in, and I would see them every now and then at the local mall as well.

The first time I was outside in the nude after the two girls had moved in, I was very much aware of the possibility that they might be at home. While I was used to being nude around other people, my experience was with strangers at the beach. The concept of being nude in front of someone I knew had a completely different feel to it. So I was a little bit nervous at first, but the more I thought about the chance that they might see me, the more I wanted it to actually happen. Not just the fact that I was naked, but to actually see my dick and ass. The more that I wanted them to see me, the more things I would do to increase the chances of it actually happening. I made sure to use the diving board to be as noticeable as I could, and to make as much noise as possible as I dove and swam. I also would arrange my lounge chair with my legs pointed in the direction of their house. This meant that as I lay in the sun, either my ass or my dick would be pointed in their direction. I wanted to be sure they would have a good view if they were looking. I only had a small amount of hair above my dick and around the base. It was naturally light in color, but with the effect of the sun it had become almost transparent, so there was nothing that would block them from getting a clear view.

There finally came a day when my hopes came true. It was an early summer day when it was warm but not too hot. I had the windows open because of the warm air, and since I had the house to myself I was enjoying being completely bare in the house. Our kitchen was on the side of the house that faced Sandy and Suzy's house. There was a big window over the sink looking that direction and a sliding door that opened onto a patio. I was in the kitchen when I heard some voices next door. I looked out the window and I saw the girls in their suits heading to the backyard to their pool. As they walked along the fence between our two houses, I saw Sandy look in my direction. She slowed her walk and stared right at our kitchen window for a few moments. I was sure that she had seen me as I stood by the sink! Suzy asked her "What are you looking at?" and then turned and looked for herself. I could see a little look of shock cross her face. She turned to look at her sister, looked in my direction again, and then looked at her sister again. 

Sandy gave a slight nod and in a louder than needed voice said to Suzy, "Let's get out to the pool."

My heart was pounding in my chest. They had seen me! All of me! I was sure of it. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it. I watched them walk away as the excitement of what had happened washed over me. I wondered what they were thinking and if they were talking about what they had seen. I loved the sensation! I wanted them to see even more, and for them to be able to see all of me without any obstructions in the way. I made my way through to the opposite side of the house, grabbing a beach towel and some tanning oil on my way. I quietly slipped through the door and headed out to the backyard. I looked up to our neighbor's pool, and although I couldn't see either of the sisters, I could hear them laughing and splashing in the pool.

I headed out to the deck around the pool and grabbed a lounger to lie on after I got out of the pool. Instead of picking it up and carrying to where I wanted, I decided to drag it into place. As I moved it, I made sure that I was making plenty of noise. I lined it up so that Sandy and Suzy would have a perfect view, set the tanning oil and my towel down next to it. When I had finished, I slowly walked over to the diving board and stepped onto the back end. As I stood in plain view, I noticed that I no longer heard any sound coming from next door. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw some movement through the chain link fence. I wanted to be sure if it was them, but I didn't want to look in their direction. I faced the pool, stepped down the length of the diving board, and bounced high into the air. I turned my head toward where I thought I had seen the girls, and this time I could tell that they were there looking through the fence. I hit the water, and as I went under the surface I was in heaven. I quickly swam to the side of the pool, climbed out, and headed back to the diving board. As I stepped up on the end, I could see that the girls were still watching me. Between knowing they were watching, and the feel of the air on my wet skin, my dick was starting to get a little hard. I really hadn't thought about this aspect of showing myself to Sandy and Suzy. But as I stood there, I made a decision that I wanted them to see more that just my dick – I wanted them to see it when it was completely hard. As I headed down the board and jumped into the water, I tried to put as much bounce in my step as I could since it made my dick bounce at the same time. When I was in the water, I reached down and stroked my dick a few times to make it get a little harder. I was very aware of how my dick was sticking out as I got out of the water, and how it bounced when I walked. I kept repeating this routine – bouncing my dick as I walked and jumped into the water, and stroking it a little before I got out again – until my dick was sticking up hard as a rock. I decided it was time to move to the next part of the show.

The next time I got out of the water, I headed over to where I had arranged the lounger. I turned away from where the girls were watching, and slowly bent over to pick up my towel. I wanted them to get a good view of my ass, so I spread my legs a little and bent over mostly at the waist, so they would see my ass cheeks. I lifted my towel up to my head, and began to dry my hair. As I was doing this, I casually walked around in a small circle so the girls could see my hard dick and ass from all different angles. With my hair fairly dry, I pushed it back and began to dry the rest of my body. I kept up the same routine of moving around so I could continue to show off my dick and ass. While I was drying myself, I could slyly glance up to our neighbor's yard, and could see that both of the girls were still watching. I saved my dick for last, and this time I turned so that it was pointing directly at Sandy and Suzy. I took just the corner of the towel, and gently wrapped it around my dick, and then slid it off of the end. I made sure to push downward a little so when my dick slid free of the towel, it would bounce back up to face directly toward the girls. I did this several times, shook out my towel, and spread it across the lounger. 

I took the bottle of tanning oil and squirted some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together and then began to apply it to my skin. I started down at my ankles and worked my way up each leg until I reached my upper thigh. I did both legs and then started to cover the rest of me. I rubbed oil over my face, neck and shoulders and then over each arm. I reached behind me as far as I could to get it over my back and then began to cover my chest. I could feel my nipples were hard and I spent a little extra time rubbing them before continuing down across my stomach to my waist. I was still facing directly at the girls during this time, but I turned to the side as I oiled myself across my hip and around to my ass. I wanted to be sure they could see me clearly as the oil covered my cheeks. With both cheeks coated, I turned away again and bent forward a little to be sure they could see my ass. It had been hard for me to wait, but I wanted to be sure and save the best for last. 

I turned to point my dick right at Sandy and Suzy. This time, instead of putting the oil on my hands and then rubbing it on my skin, I did it a little differently. With the back of my wrist, I gently pushed my dick to the side and took my balls in my hand. Holding them up, I dripped the oil over them and began to massage it into the skin. When they were fully covered, I grabbed my dick at the base and pointed it straight out in front of me. Holding the oil above it, I dripped a line of oil starting at the base and ending at the tip. I massaged the oil over the length of my dick with my fingertips, paying extra attention to the enlarged head. When my dick was completely coated, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked up and down along its length several times. I set the oil back on the ground, swung one leg over the lounger, and carefully sat down. I shifted as far back as I could and then stretched my body out on the lounger. I was almost flat on my back, with the section for my head slightly raised. I made sure to place my feet out to the very edge, so that my legs would be spread open as much as seemed natural. In this position the two girls could see right up to my balls and hard dick. 

My eyes were closed, but I could open my eyelids just enough to peek out. Suzy was still trying to hide herself behind the sparse bushes along the fence, but Sandy had shifted to the side and her face was clearly visible. She must have wanted an unobstructed view. As I lay there, my dick would slowly lose its hardness. Each time this began to happen, I would reach down and slowly run my fingertips along the length of my dick until it hardened again. This went on for fifteen or twenty minutes, until I heard the sound of the girl's mother calling out to them. 

"Be there in a second Mom!" Sandy called out in response.

I knew that the fun for the day was ended, so I jumped in the pool and rinsed as much oil off my skin as I could manage. Getting out of the water, I grabbed my towel and oil, put the lounger back in its place, and headed inside to take a shower. I was so worked up by this time that I had just started to soap up my dick when it started twitching. As I wrapped my hand around it, I felt my balls tighten up, and my dick started squirting wildly as I massaged the shaft.

This general routine repeated itself each day for almost two weeks. Since it was summertime, and I was alone at home every day, I was able to be nude most of the time during the day. Each time I was outside, the girls were outside watching me as well, so I would do things a little differently each day. Sometimes I turned the lounger sideways to Sandy and Suzy so they could see my dick in profile. I even lay down facing away from them so they would be looking over my shoulder at my hard dick. I spent some time sitting on the end of the diving board, or wading in the shallow end of the pool, just so I could show them my body in different situations. The one part that changed the most was that I became bolder and bolder about stroking my dick for the girls. It had started with rubbing on the tanning oil, and when I was laying on my towel, but it had progressed beyond just those times. I would fondle my dick when I was sitting on the diving board, or caress it when I was standing in the water. It was quickly becoming more than just showing off my body, and turning into something more about exhibiting my sexuality as well. Every day after I had shown off to the girls, I would hop into the shower. Each time I would be so excited that it would never take long before I was spurting once again. I was having the time of my life and I couldn't imagine how it could possibly get any better. But I soon found out how wrong I was about that.

copyright Lanthir Silverleaf 2005

The Journey



My five sisters and I were raised in a very strict and religious family in rural Southern Virginia. Our Mother and Father were very religious and lived very conservatively. I know they enjoyed sex because there are six of us kids. I am Adam and I have a twin sister Abby, we were 18.

Abby and I do everything together. Well, everything allowed by our parents. I always felt I could not survive a day without Abby. You see; I love Abby more than anything or anyone in this world. By the time Abby and I were seniors in high school our four older sisters were married and had moved out of the house.

Being raised in a family of mostly females I was accustomed to seeing breast, ass and some pussy on a regular basis. When I was young and all of my older sisters were home I got to see tits on a daily basis. My Mother and sisters thought nothing of me seeing their breasts. My Father was very strict and was constantly preaching to my sisters on what was considered proper attire around the house. My viewing of tits had gone away by the time I was in my teens. 

It was a cold evening in December 1968. Abby and I had just completed our homework when Abby looked at me with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Will you help me do my chores in the barn?" I was more than happy to help her. I love my twin sister deeply and l love spending time with her. Abby is 5'8", 130 pounds, with auburn hair, green eyes, and fantastic 34C tits. (I knew her tit size because I looked at the tag in her bra.) 

We entered the barn, fed and milked the two cows and then moved over to feed my Father's prize team of horses. Father's favorite horse, Old Mel, was standing there with his large penis hanging down. Abby did not seem to mind as she has been around farm animals all her life. 

Abby turned to me and asked, "Do all men have large cocks?" I was shocked and stuttered, "I don't know, and whose have you seen?" She told me two weeks ago she saw our sister Laura and her husband Harold enter the barn. She confessed she sneaked in behind them and watched them have sex. She told me, "Harold has a long thin cock and I got very tingly and wet in my crotch while watching them. From my vantage point I could see Harold's cock sliding in and out of Laura." I had never heard such talk from Abby and it was making me hard as a rock. 

I was shocked at how quickly my cock got hard. Sex talk was never allowed at our house. This was forbidden and extremely exciting to an 18-year-old virgin. Abby looked at me and said, "Do you have a long cock?" I shocked myself by opening my pants and pulling out my hard cock for her to see. It is just over 7 inches long and very thick with a large head. Her eyes opened wide and she said, "Your cock is much nicer than Harold's." 

At this point I heard the door to the barn open. I put my cock back in my pants just seconds before our Father walked in and started helping with the chores. Had my Father caught me exposing myself to Abby I would have taken a beating. Later that night Abby told me to forget our conversation. I lay in bed that night thinking of Abby and masturbating. I realized that my feelings for Abby were more than just a brother's love for his sister.

The winter passed slowly into spring. School would be over in about 6 weeks and I could not wait to graduate. At the supper table Abby asked, "Adam, who are you taking to the prom?" I replied, "I don't plan on attending as I don't have a date." Actually I had several girls ask me, but I turned them down. I wanted to go with Abby! 

"Abby, have any boys asked you to the prom?" ask Mom. Abby said, "No, no one has asked me to the prom." I knew this was a lie, as Abby is the smartest and most beautiful girl in the school. Mom suggested that since neither of us have a date that we should go together. I could tell by the smile on Abby's face that this was what she wanted. So it was settled at the supper table, Abby and I were going to the prom.

It was mid-May 1969 when the evening of the prom arrived; I was dressed in my finest Sunday church suit. I was clean-shaven and my black hair was neatly combed. All 6'2", 180 pounds of me wilted when Abby came down the stairs in a beautiful blue gown. She looked like an angel and I wanted to kiss her and tell her how much I love her!

I held her hand and walked her to the car. She held up her gown and showed some leg getting into my Father's 1965 Chrysler Newport. My cock was already getting hard. Once we were out of sight of the house she moved over close beside me. I felt like I was on top of the world.

The prom went by quickly; we danced (against our Father's wishes), had our picture taken and left the prom. On the way home Abby asked me, "Why have you only dated one or two girls?" I had to think about my answer and finally just blurted it out, "Abby, I love you and I only want to date you." She didn't seem shocked and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "I feel the same way, and I only want you." 

We had some time to kill before we had to be home so we found a secluded place to park. We talked about our feelings, and then we kissed until I could not stand it any more. "Abby, I want to feel your body next to mine, I want to hold you, I want to touch you and have you touch me." 

She slowly pulled the straps down on her gown and slowly pulled the gown and strapless bra down from her breasts. I breathed in sharply as I saw her tits. I leaned forward and kissed her lips; I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I thought my cock would explode! I moved my head down to her breast; I kissed and sucked each ripe nipple. Her nipples were hard and stood out almost an inch. She moaned and held me tight to her breast. 

I started rubbing up her legs while kissing her and she opened her legs wide. I saw no need to go slow, she knew what I wanted. I moved my hand to her crotch and her panties were soaking wet. As I massaged her pussy through her panties she started to hump my hand. 

She started rubbing my cock and asked me to take it out of my pants. My pants were off and on the floor in about 3 seconds, and my cock was standing tall. She put her hand around my cock and started stroking it while looking at it; I lasted about 10 seconds and shot off all over my shirt, her face, and her breasts. She laughed about it. She licked cum off my shirt, cleaned cum off her face with her finger and licked it clean. She told me, "Lick my tits clean." I did as I was told. She moaned and squirmed in the car seat while I licked cum from her tits and kissed her nipples.

She told me to remove the rest of my clothes and move to the back seat and watch. After I did, she got out of the car, reached behind herself and unzipped her gown and removed it. She then removed her strapless bra that had been pushed down, her garter and hose and then her panties. "Adam, I want you to see me!" 

I was going mad; her pussy was covered in thick auburn hair. I wanted to lick it and she wanted me to. She got in the back seat with me and spread her legs and I moved around and kissed up her legs to her thighs. I could smell her scent, I wanted to taste her, and I moved forward and licked up from her beautiful asshole to her clit.

She screamed and moaned and held my head tight against her beautiful pussy. My tongue was driving her crazy. I licked and sucked her pussy for just a few minutes before she tightened and trembled as she had a powerful orgasm. I thought she had passed out, she was breathing so hard. Her juices were flowing over my face. She pulled me up by the head and kissed me on the lips. She licked her juice off my face; she liked the taste of her pussy juice.

I told her, "I want to make love to you, and I want to put my cock deep inside you." When Abby asked if I had a rubber, I said, "No, because I never thought we would go this far." She told me, "Buy some rubbers and you can have all you want, but we must be careful so I won't get pregnant."

I was really disappointed and my cock was rock hard. She looked at my hard cock and moved down so she could suck it. As she sucked my cock I played with her pussy; it was so wet and hot.

Finally I could not stand it anymore. I pushed her down on her back, pulled her legs up and apart, positioned myself between them, and pushed my hard cock deep inside her pussy. She screamed as we both lost our virginity, but never tried to push me away even as she was telling me, "No, no, we can't do it this way!" While protesting, she pulled me deeper into her pussy.

I was slowly sliding my hard cock in and out of her wet pussy. Suddenly I realized what I was doing was wrong. I stopped and let my cock slowly slide out of her pussy. My cock was covered in a mixture of her pussy juice and blood. She was breathing extremely hard; she reached up for me and pulled me down to her and started kissing my face and pulling my cock toward her pussy.

Then she grabbed my ass, dug her fingernails in hard and pulled me deep inside her hot pussy. Abby whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast!"

I love the feel of my hard cock going in and out of her hot wet pussy. As fast as I was pumping into her I knew I would cum very quickly. Her ass and the back seat were covered in her pussy juice. I told her I was going to cum, to let me pull out, but she held me inside her and I put my sperm deep in her pussy. She had another orgasm as my cock unloaded inside her.

We lay in the car covered in sweat and smelling of love. We lay quietly for some time, saying nothing. My cock was still inside her pussy and I was starting to get hard again. She moved, allowing my cock to slide out of her hot pussy. She got out of the car to cool off, clean up, and put on her clothes. She didn't say two words for the next ten minutes. After we were dressed she kissed me and said, "Let's go home." We arrived home about 30 minutes later and we were pleased that our parents were asleep. I thought of my beautiful sister all night.

Terror struck the next morning when I came to realize what I had done; I said aloud, "What if I got her pregnant?" I also thought what a sick person I must be to want to make love to my sister and to force myself on her!

Abby did not talk much that morning. Our Mom asked about the prom and how things went. Abby never let on that anything happened. We didn't talk much for the next two weeks. Abby kind of avoided me. It was killing me; she had never been mad at me or given me the silent treatment. 

Graduation was only a few days away. Abby came to me one evening and gave me a big wink. I was happy for her to notice me but was more anxious to find out what the wink was about. Abby told me, "Everything is fine, and I'm not pregnant. I got my period several days ago." It felt like the world had been lifted off me. She said that we would talk later. 

After supper I volunteered to help Abby with her chores and she just smiled. We went to the barn and started discussing the events of prom night. I got on my knees and told her how sorry I was that I forced myself on her and how much I loved her.

She laughed and said, "You were just a second quicker than me. I was ready to fuck your brains out!" Hearing her say that really excited me. I stood up and unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock; she moved forward to touch it. I was thinking about making love to my beautiful sister.

Before she could reach me my Father yelled, "What's going on in here?" And before I could get my cock back in my pants my Father was on me. He was beating me and swearing at me. Abby was trying to stop him but to no avail. My Father continued beating me. I was stunned but I could feel blood running down my face.

Abby ran to the house to get our Mother. They returned and found my Father beating me with an axe handle. Finally they got him to stop. Mom and Abby quickly decided I needed medical attention and took me to the local hospital.

The story they told at the hospital was I had been in a fight with three guys from a neighboring town. The police never investigated further. I had bruises everywhere; eight stitches in my left eye, six stitches in my lower lip, two teeth knocked out, and my ribs, arms, and legs were black and blue. I was admitted to the hospital for the night.

In the morning my Father arrived to check me out of the hospital. With him he brought my clothes in a suitcase and told me to leave and never come back. He told me, "If you ever come back here or around your sister, I will kill you!" I knew he meant what he said. I had messed up beyond all belief and the only concern I had was for Abby.

I left the hospital and called home. I knew my Father hadn't had time to get home yet. My Mother answered the phone and told me she loved me, and that Abby loved me and they would talk with me when I got home. Mom did not know I would not be coming home. My heart and spirit were broken and it was my fault.

I called a friend and stayed in his parent's spare room for a few days to heal up. His parents talked with the principle at the school and he allowed me to miss the last few days of school and gave me my diploma without making me attend the graduation ceremony. I really feared my Father would kill me if I showed up at graduation. Abby graduated as the class Valedictorian. My Father was keeping Abby at the house and I did not have a chance to see her. After healing for a few weeks I joined the Army.

Late June 1969, I was at Ft. Knox, Kentucky. Basic Training wasn't hard; it was just discipline, and I was used to that. I finished Basic Training, AIT, and other infantry training, and in late January 1970 I found myself in Vietnam. I was assigned to a combat infantry unit at a camp near a place called Pimah. We were right on the Laos border and were in frequent contact with the enemy. Anytime I could sleep I dreamed of Abby. While I was awake I constantly wondered if Abby was attending college and how she was doing. It was always in my head that I must be a sick person to love my sister they way I did.

In June 1970 the frequency of contact with the enemy had dropped off and I was getting more time to relax. I wrote several letters home and never got any replies. I was scheduled for R&R and thought about going to Hawaii or Thailand. I decided to stay and not take R&R so I could leave the country a month early, another of my big mistakes.

On June 29, 1970, mortars hit our small camp. I remember the first mortar hitting as I was running for a bunker. I didn't make it to the bunker, as I ran another mortar round went off about 150 feet from me, and shrapnel hit my legs, knocking me to the ground. I got up to run and another mortar hit much closer and I was wounded again.

I remember the pain, the smell of burning flesh, the darkness closing in on me. Then my thoughts turned to Abby and a peace came over me. I thought, "This is what a sick person like me deserves." I remember nothing else until I woke up in a hospital at Da Nang. I went from there to Japan where I spent two months in the hospital, and then to Ft. Bliss, Texas. 

November 1970, Ft. Bliss, Texas. I was healing up nicely. My severe concussion had cleared up and I could walk; the wounds in my legs were healing. I still had both of my arms although I did lose three fingers on my right hand. I also lost my left eye and had burns on my left shoulder, neck, left side of my face, and left arm. The surgeons did an excellent job of putting me back together.

Abby was still in my thoughts. It had been over 17 months since I had seen her. The Chaplin told me that my parents had been notified of my injuries and there had been no inquires from any of my family members. My heart was torn out all over again. I thought it best not to call. I was sure my Father had told the entire family about what he saw and they were not interested in a sick person such as myself.

In March of 1971 I was discharged from the hospital and the Army. Where was I to go? My family did not want to see me. The anguish of the life I was living was terrible but it was the life I had created for myself. My self-pity and depression were consuming me.

I drifted for a little while and ended up in Mobile, Alabama in the summer of 1971. I had been awarded a disability from the Army and my checks were catching up with me. I rented a room and began to put my life back together. The entire time I was thinking of Abby and wondering if she was thinking of me. 

For the next several years I lived in Mobile, Alabama. I attended college classes and graduated in January of 1977 with a degree in Business Administration. I then started working for one of the larger oil companies and was making a good living.

My thoughts were of Abby, constantly, every hour, sometimes every minute. It had been almost 8 years since I had seen her. Did Abby go to college? Was Abby married? Does Abby love someone else? I often wondered if my evil love ruined her life as it did mine. I could not resolve the conflict. Right or wrong, I still loved my sister and I wanted to be with her and make love to her.

After much thought and anguish, I tried to call my parents. I reached some other family at our old number. I contacted one of my friend's parents who told me my parents and Abby had moved to Florida. I often cried when I thought of Abby. I had ruined her life and all I wanted was to love her and for her to love me. "What does a sick person like me deserve in life?" The mental anguish and depression continued.

In 1980 I met a lady named Carol. She been through a bad marriage and had just divorced. We started dating and although I really cared for Carol, I still thought of Abby all the time. I was truly obsessed with Abby, even after all those years. When Carol and I made love, I thought of Abby. Carol often told me that I seem detached while making love. I guess it was because I was thinking of Abby. 

Our relationship lasted 5 years. I couldn't give her the commitment and love she wanted, so she left me. Once again, I had brought pain to another person and more pain to myself.

I poured myself into my work and over the next years I received several promotions. I was making one of those six figure salaries everyone talks about. The pain of being without Abby and my family was getting worse. When I decided to seek medical help, I started seeing a psychiatrist and was treated for depression. The pain and desires never lessened and time moved on. 

In June of 1995 I decided to try to find Abby and my family. Depression was in control of me and I knew I had to do something before I reached the end of my rope. My Doctor told me it was time for resolution, an ending. I was 45 years old and I had not seen my family since I was 18. I had to know what happened to them, and most of all, to Abby. If they all knew about Abby and I, surely they wouldn't hate me for loving my sister.

I left the next day, driving to Virginia. Once in Virginia I had no problem locating three of my older sisters. I talked on the phone with Laura for a few minutes. She set up a meeting with our other two sisters at her home. All of my older sisters are happily married and each has several kids.

They were all shocked to see me. I have gray hair instead of black, I wear a black patch over what used to be my left eye, and there are a lot of scars on my face. They wanted to know why I ran away after fighting with my Father and never contacted them. They said my Father never spoke of me again. My sisters didn't know I had been in the Army or wounded in combat, neither did Abby or my Mother. My Father never told them anything; to him I was dead. 

My first question to my sisters was, "Where is Abby?" I cried when they told me that Abby went to college, became a doctor and lives near Tampa, Florida. They also told me that Abby had never married. I was told that my father had died in 1985 of a massive heart attack and that my Mother lives with my oldest sister Lynn in Florida.




The Journey



They showed me pictures of Abby and my Mother. While looking at a picture of Abby I smiled for the first time in years. Being with my sisters was the most love I had felt in decades. We all had a long cry. I felt like I was home; I finally got a good night's sleep. The next day, equipped with Abby's office and home addresses, I left for Florida.

I arrived outside Tampa, Florida in a couple of days. I didn't know how to approach Abby, Lynn, and my Mother. I figured I should see Abby first. I found Abby's office and sat outside all afternoon to try to get a view of her entering or leaving her office.

It didn't take long; my heart soared when I saw her. She was more beautiful than when I had last seen her. She walked proudly to her car, her head held high, her shoulders back, her breasts pointing out, and her auburn hair cascading down over her shoulders. I sat in my car and cried and called myself a sick bastard.

The next morning after watching Abby enter her office I walked in and signed in as a new patient. I used my initials instead of my first and middle name but my last name was the same, the same as Abby's. No one seemed to notice.

A nurse took down my personal information and told me to take a seat in the hall for a few minutes. As I sat there, Abby walked down the hall reading a chart, and my heart almost stopped. She didn't even see me. Then it hit me - I don't look the same, my black hair is now gray and very short, I have one eye, scars on my neck and face, and three fingers missing. I wanted to run, but I could not.

The nurse took me into the examination room and asked me to take a seat on the table so she could take my blood pressure and temperature. When she took my blood pressure she said my heart rate was up rather high and asked if I have a problem with my blood pressure. I told her I was just nervous about seeing the Doctor.

It seemed like hours instead of 5 minutes before Abby walked into the exam room, reading my chart. She said hello, sat down in the chair beside the examination table and continued reading the chart and not really looking at me. I was sitting on the examination table and I could not speak.

Here I sat with a patch over my left eye, tears streaming from my right eye and running down my face. She looked up at me but did not speak. Suddenly she turned pale and went from the chair to her knees in the floor; she recognized me! It was like she was frozen, her eyes open wide, unable to speak. I dropped to my knees with her. "Abby, I love you", was the only thing I could say.

She leaned forward, took my face between her hands and kissed me full on the lips. I was in heaven, just to feel her lips on mine again. She leaned back and said, "Adam, I love you, and I have missed you!" Then we just held each other and cried. Tears of joy flowed from both of us. We cried so loudly that a nurse came in to see what was happening.

Once we were calm enough she told me that my Father had told my Mother that he had seen me exposing myself to her and that was why he to beat me. He made my Mother and Abby swear not to tell anyone in the family, as the family would be disgraced.

Abby never told our Mother about us but she thinks Mom figured it out. My Father told Abby and Mom I left because of the shame I had caused the family. She said that things around the house were never the same after I left.

My Father didn't tell them why people from the Army sent a telegram to them and called on the phone. As I sat in her office, Abby knew by looking at me why the Army sent a telegram and called our house. Abby said our Father was sullen after I left and he died one evening while sitting in his rocking chair. I didn't tell Abby of the final conversation between my Father and myself. I guess some things are better left unsaid.

Abby canceled all of her appointments for that day and the following day. We left the office and went to see my Mother and Lynn. During the reunion with my Mother she never mentioned what happened in the barn. She never mentioned the beating or my Father. Mom was just glad to have me home. Abby told her that I would be staying with her.

That night at Abby's house was more exciting than anything I can remember. We talked, laughed, and cried for many hours.

I showered and looked at my face in the mirror. I tried to look as presentable as possible. I feared that my scars would turn Abby away from me. She came to my room in a sheer white gown. There was a sparkle in her green eyes, her auburn hair was thick and down over her shoulders, her beautiful lips showcased her fantastic white teeth. I could see her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her nipples looked the same as they did 27 years before.

She looked at my scars; she kissed each one and touched them. I held her and again we cried. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it. It got rock hard instantly. I removed her gown and caressed and kissed her ripe nipples while my hand found her hairy pussy. For the first time we were completely nude in bed. She pushed me on my back and said, "Remember when I told you I was ready to fuck your brains out? Well now I am going to!"

Abby moved her body over mine and slowly lowered her beautiful body to meet my cock. My cock entered her hot wet pussy and she breathed in sharply. She was as wet and hot as the first time my cock slid into her. As she rode up and down on my cock I watched her breasts bounce with the motion. It was wonderful!

I rolled her over, got between her legs and watched as my cock entered her pussy. She dug her fingernails into my ass and pulled me deep inside her just as she had done 27 years earlier on prom night. I gazed into her beautiful green eyes and wanted this moment to never end. We made love several times that night and it was fantastic!

The love I get from Abby and the love I give to Abby make us both whole people again. We were meant to be together. Nothing else in this world feels so right. 

During the first months I lived with Abby we spent many nights holding each other, quite often laughing and crying. There was never any question about what we would do, or how we would live, our love is not wrong.

I quit my job in Mobile, sold my house, and moved to Florida to live with Abby. We each have our own bedroom for appearances for the family, as none of them know we are lovers. Everyone thinks were are extremely close because we are twins. Everyone knows us as brother and sister, but we live as Husband and Wife.

It is now December 2004, over 9 years since I moved in with Abby and resumed my love affair with her. I love it when she comes to me, drops her gown and climbs into my bed to spend the night. We make love anytime there is an opportunity. I see her as my sister, my wife, my love, and my life. I see her just as she was when we were 18, and she excites me even more!



The Journey



(Author's note: It seems funny to say that I'm "dating" an older man. When you're in your forties and your lover passes sixty, you would think there was some more adult word for it besides "dating". Dating is for teenagers and twenty-something's that think they know everything, but actually know almost nothing. Whatever you call Donald's and my relationship, we are emotionally together. He related this story to me over several evenings, both in and out of bed. I asked many questions. Some of it he dismissed as "youthful ignorance". Some of it seems to be because of the era in which his sexual awakening took place and other parts are because of his odd family situation. I found the story compelling and erotic and it moved me along steadily, but at the gentlest of paces. I've always felt that it was the journey, and not the arrival, that mattered; so this is the archetype slow build. If you are seeking a quick erotic rush; this will not be your cup of tea and you might just as well look elsewhere right now. Trust me, this is a story most of all about sexual love and we will get there, but at the original unhurried pace, and, of course, all the names have been changed.

Don's recollection of these events is flawed by the passage of over four decades. We had to construct a time line from other events in his life. Being a typical man, he remember the cars he owned better than the women he'd made love to. So, we worked from the cars and when he got them. Then we tried to see which girl had been in which car and what school he'd attended at the time. This is probably a crazy way to do things and it led to a few revelations. He was surprised that some memory, which he felt was flawless, turned out to be off by a couple of years on the 'automobile scale'. I'm sure some fantasies have crept into this narrative, so if it didn't happen exactly as I'm relating it, then this is as it should have happened, according to Don.

If Don is a Renaissance man, then he's made of me a Renaissance woman. We both feel that the level of violence and sexuality portrayed in today's movies and television shows is borderline pornography, and that border is incredibly thin. Don't mistake us for fundamentalist fanatics, we enjoy pornography and sex toys and all sorts of things, but they are for our mutual amusement in privacy. It is because we value these things and because we find them thrilling, that we hate to see them pandered to everyone, especially our youth. These things should be obtainable, but not thrust in your face every second of every day. I urged Don to tell his story in a more public forum, because I think there is something to be gleaned here. If we can just manage to show the beauty and the emotionality of his journey, then perhaps some young person will not take the path of easy nudity and meaningless sex. Don maintains that he is a "nuts and bolts guy", not a writer. He claims that I am the literate one, although he has a phenomenal vocabulary and reads voraciously. We made a deal. He agreed to tell the story, if I would type it up, so here, dear reader, is that story.)

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Don was born in 1947 in Baltimore. He was the second child, but since there was ten years between him and his older sister, she was married and out of their tiny house around the time of his first reliable memories. Near the end of the summer of 1965, barely eighteen-year-old Donald was looking forward to his senior year in high school. His mom was 58 and his dad was 55, but both were totally gray-headed and wore upper and lower dentures. To Don's eyes; they were ancient and out of touch.

He lived in an area most frequently referred to as Howard County by the locals. Don was a teenager before the first shopping center was built. As a young child the area was primarily farming, but progress was moving west down Route 40 out of Baltimore, so it was a time of transition. Howard High offered academic, business and general diplomas, and with Don's quick mind, he was pursuing the first and thinking of college. His parents had 8 and 6 years of formal schooling, respectively, but were clever in the way of folks who'd survived the Great Depression and the Second World War. His sister had graduated high school and placed high in her class, but being a girl was expected to marry and become a homemaker (she did, and then became an attorney at 50). Don's dad was a hard-working, self-employed business owner and Don always describes his family as "blue collar affluent". "I grew up middle-class" he says "but you could do that with much less money in those days."

Don's early life was based on getting around with minimums of things. He didn't have a car of his own, but he was allowed to drive the family car, a Rambler American. The fact that he drove it more than his parents, and that it came with a floor shift and red bucket seats was the telltale that the car was his; in everything but legal ownership and the implied agreement that it was NOT his. Don always had a few dollars in his jeans from his Dad, sometime working if he needed some unheard of amount like $25. Don was a bright average kid, bookish, not into sports. He would have been a nerd, only they didn't have them then.

In this simplistic time, the only overt female nudity was the "girly picture" calendars in gas stations. These titillating illustrations typically showed drawings of girls with their skirts blown up to reveal stocking tops or frilly, brief-style panties from the backside. Any that used actual photographs typically showed an oblique view of the shape of her breasts or buttocks, nothing straight on, no nipples and (perish the thought!) no pubic hair. In most cases the women were Latina or Afro-American, a real blue-eyed blonde was the stuff of dreams.

One may well ask, what did a young man of that period use for erotic material? There was no Internet and he was too young to buy "Health" (nudist) magazines. "Well," he drawled, "Mom got a new Monkey Wards catalog every year." Apparently the brassiere and girdle sections were examined with great care. There was no Victoria's Secret, most undergarments came in white, with a few in black. They were unadorned, utilitarian, and reinforced. "Those women didn't need chastity belts, just a Playtex long line. Why did women go to the bathroom in pairs? One had to pee, the other used the can opener on her underwear."

Don is a veritable encyclopedia of ancient, corny, dirty jokes. It seems that before the sexual revolution, jokes fulfilled the role of sex education. The girl's gym teacher took only the girls out of class when they were in sixth grade to prepare them for menstruation. The boys never learned anything unless Dad explained "the facts of life". Don's dad expected him to know, but other than making jokes with his contemporaries when Don wasn't quite out of earshot, that door never opened either. So like many young people, Don learned from jokes and from his more experienced friends. Kent got to feel up Linda through her bra, so he became the expert, and for weeks other guys badgered him with endless questions. Kent was the king of the hill until someone else had a more informative experience. Don could talk a good game because of the jokes, but he'd never seen so much as a photo of an honest-to-God pussy. Because he lived in a commercial zone behind his parent's business, there were no other children to play with until he began to attend public school.

In Don's room there was a gun rack with a locking drawer. This was Don's singular bit of impervious privacy (though all those gun racks and most of the foot lockers used the exact same stamped sheet metal key.)

One evening while visiting friends of his parents Don snooped in the bathroom pantry. The man of the house had a stack of magazines, the type that were sold under counters, if you were 21. Don had a moral crisis; he wanted one of those; he NEEDED one of those. Before they departed for home he again went to the bathroom, and picking out the one with the most promising cover, he slipped it inside the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt over it. It was one from the middle of the stack, a bit worn, so definitely not new. He was in agony wondering if the theft would be noticed, and of course, they would suspect him first! (This was also a very paranoid age.)

His mom looked askance and asked why he'd used the bathroom twice. If Don had 'the trots' he should take a dose of Pepto as soon as they got home. Needless to say the minor larceny went sufficiently unnoticed that he never was questioned, and the magazine ended up in the gun rack drawer with his rifle cleaning kit, his hoard of firecrackers and a ancient stiletto-shaped knife that had been through many hands after it had been converted into a "gravity knife".

Don always masturbated into a clean white handkerchief taken from the stack in the dresser drawer, but tended to leave it crumpled-up and crinkly in the bookcase headboard of the bed. His mother never commented on them other than to smile knowingly when he requested a box of tissues for his room in case he had to blow his nose. He said goodnight to his parents and dutifully kissed them and then closed his door. It was supposed to stay open for "fresh air" and he wasn't allowed to lock it, but if he was studying or watching the late monster movie on his small black and white TV, he could close it. He drew out his prized stroke book and began to look at the pictures. After a lot of stroking his penis got hard and he emitted a little bit of clear fluid, but that was it. He'd more or less abandoned "working up sperm" (since he had no sperm) and the activity just made him more frustrated. "There was something out there, but it was damned elusive."

So on this one night, Don focused on a series of small sepia photographs across the bottom of a color double-page spread in the purloined magazine. The model was a raven headed girl in a red bikini, with her straps down and her butt aimed at the reader, but in the little series she was changing from street clothes to the bikini, apparently behind a board fence. In shot 1, she was dressed and just pulling her skirt up to reveal a white slip. In shot 2, she was in bra, garter belt, panties and stockings. In shot 3, she'd stepped out of her shoes and unfastened the bra. In shot 4, she was just reaching for her briefs and you could see her nipples, both of them, large dark circlets that seemed to stare right out of the page. He was getting very excited, but had no idea what to do about it. In shot 5, she had on her bikini bottom and was just pushing her breasts into the cups of the top. Hey, what a gyp! Where was the shot of her without her panties? It was so unfair!

What could he do? He began, drawing his breath in hard. It felt so good. There was no clear fluid yet, but something was working differently. It almost hurt. Was he going to break something or do damage to himself? He was afraid to continue, but it felt so ... compelling. "Just a bit longer" he thought, "Let's see what happens."

He thought of the missing picture. He thought of the girl's panties reaching her knees. He imagined that she would have a thick black bush like the hair on her head. He liked the hair. If you saw hair, you were in the right place where you might actually see pussy. He also hated the hair, because it concealed what was driving him so crazy. If the wind parted that hair just a little... and then his answer came in a hot spurt over his arm, the magazine and the top of his bed spread. Thus he had the first of many self-induced orgasms and began the long succession of crinkly pocket-handkerchiefs. Of course, there were other magazines along the way, but none of them were any more informative, just stimulating because they were "new".

One his best friends was Elbert, who understandably preferred to be called "Butch". One Saturday afternoon, he and Butch had driven in toward Baltimore to one of the early fast food joints. It had begun as a frozen custard stand and later they had closed in the walk-up counter with screens and begun to sell burgers and pizza. While Don was deciding between pepperoni and sausage, Butch struck up a conversation with two cute girls in line behind them. The girls were having burgers because they didn't have enough for pizza. Butch drew Don rapidly to the side and said, "Get a family sized pepperoni and I will get four Cokes." Don was trying to puzzle out why he should pay for a $7 pizza when Butch was paying $3 for Cokes, and why did they need four? Butch in a stage whisper spelled it out, "Because, dumb-ass, if we feed these two girls maybe they'll make-out with us."

So, all four had piled into Butch's baby blue VW (a real pussy-wagon, eh?) with Don in the back with the tiny blonde and Butch in the front with the cute, busty red head. They'd gotten acquainted while demolishing all of the food and Butch had suggested a drive. The girls reluctantly agreed, as long as it was only half an hour and because they were due home and both had dates with their boyfriends. They both attended parochial school and since this was Baltimore County, they were all strangers to one another. Butch's radar was perfect and it took him only seconds to find a shady spot behind a church. He leaned over and planted one on the redhead's lips and she drew her arms up around his neck and pulled him down out of view. Don turned to his girl and was about to ask permission when she pushed him back and began to French kiss him. This was super! He was full of pizza and this really cute blonde was a enthusiastic kisser. Before he knew it, Butch had started the car and, true to his word, he had the girls back at their car precisely 30 minutes later. Don requested the blonde's phone number and she reluctantly gave it. He tried several times in the following days, but he could never get her to come to the phone. Butch told him, "Relax, everyone wanted to make out a little, but that's it. They said they had boyfriends, remember?"

A few weeks later, Butch, Gary and Don found themselves at a drive-in movie. Drive-ins were always second run movies with a cheap price, sometimes $1 per car, and, of course, they had a snack bar with mediocre food and inflated prices. However, you could see a double feature and have a fun evening for a couple of bucks. Gary was engrossed in the film when Butch came back from the men's room, leaning in the window at Don's side. "Hey, Don, take a walk with me." Gary ignored Don as he slid out of the window (the speaker pole was blocking the door and otherwise he would have had to crawl over Gary). Butch pointed to a rusty '57 Chevy parked a couple of rows back and to the right. "You have Barb, the brown-haired girl, I'm taking, Dawn, the blonde with the long legs. But one thing, don't fall in love, OK?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just don't fall in love."

So this time, the make-out session hadn't cost him so much as a bag of popcorn. Barb was a big girl and deftly avoided any attempt to touch her inappropriately by gently bending his wrist back until he heard the bones cracking. However, she was experienced and willing to kiss up a storm. She would thrust her tongue so deep into his mouth that it felt like he was swallowing it. Again, he went home feeling fabulously cool and if he jerked off, that was somehow unrelated to the living and breathing girl who'd massaged his tonsils. He did call her up, without getting a second date and kept mentioning her to Butch, much to his disgust. "I knew you'd fall in love, you're almost as much of a basket-case as that putz, Gary."

Now there are two things that should be explained at this point. The first is that boys and girls approached the opposite sex with widely differing agendas and motivations. Even Don's limited sports knowledge included the concept of first base, second base, etc. with respect to advancing on a girl's charms. However, though he knew that breasts outside and breasts inside the sweater were different, and that her touching you or you getting to finger her were somewhere past first and short of home - well, let's just say he couldn't diagram it for you. Butch probably could have. Butch acted like he had invented baseball.

From the girl's side, they all had "hope chests" and knew if you let a boy go "all the way", you not only risked getting "knocked up" but worse, you were a slut and everyone would know of your bad reputation. When a girl asked if you would respect her afterwards, she was really worried more by the knowledge people might have of what she had done than the outright fear of the act itself. And by act, it might be something as simple as letting a guy put his hand on her knee. Boys always tried to score; girls always tried to behave as if it held no interest for them. The second thing was that girls seemed to be wiser and more self-reconciled about this than their male counterparts of the same chronological age. Serious relationships seemed to require that the boy be a year or two older than the girl to be at the same place emotionally and sexually. Boys tended to make a huge deal out of sex and every time was like the first time at bat. Boys would lose their virginity and go for months or years before having a second experience. Girls, once they began to have actual sex, proceeded on the basis of being a healthy and active woman (but certainly circumspect, you still wanted Mr. Right to think you could "wear white to the ceremony".)

As that summer ended, Don's two experiences (kissing only, for God's sake) were based on girls in tank tops, Bermuda shorts and a full compliment of underwear. There were no short shorts or hot pants or cute culottes. As far as school clothes or something to wear on a date, the poodle skirt was still seen, but was yielding to a tight mid-calf version with a kick pleat in back. Girls wore blouses or sweaters and those bras were so pointy you could put someone's eye out. They also retained that shape even when not filled with girl. Everyone wore full or half-slips. Unless a girl was totally skinny, she wore a girdle and panties. Panty girdles were more convenient that a garter belt because the lines were smoother and you could pull the whole thing down to pee, or for the open bottom variety, unclasp your stockings, fold girdle up, fold panties down. There were no pantyhose, just really thick tights or theatrical fishnets. There were no tanning beds either. So, if you wanted to show tanned legs, you wore full-fashion, seamed stockings. For school you might wear bobby sox, but on a date, "nylons" were compulsory.

One of Don's illustrative jokes concerns the nature of a nice girl versus a good girl. A good girl goes out, has a good time, comes home and goes to bed. A nice girl goes out, goes to bed, has a good time and comes home. In another version, the good girl wears her garter belt over her panties (which is comfortable and pretty) whereas a nice girl wears her panties over her garter belt. This looks odd because the straps never lie flat coming out of the leg holes, but you can pull the panties down to go to the bathroom or other fun things without removing the stockings.

Another witticism is "Why do girls wear black panties? Because of all the boys who have passed on." As you can see, Don had lots of ideas, but no practical experience. Considering the imagery that was available to him, seeing a girl's stocking tops was the height of sexuality. And speaking of panties, there were cotton ones and silky ones, stretch lace was reserved for serious foundations. Sheer nylon? That was only for sluts and perhaps your wife, if she was willing. A sexy panty might have a little lace sewn on top of the fabric or a little appliqué. These were briefs that went almost to your navel and covered everything else, what they call "granny panties" today. Boxers were in vogue for older men with sock garters and cigars, almost all the young men wore what are now called "tighty whities". Men's colored briefs didn't appear for several years.




The Journey



In 1965, every school day began with reporting into your "home room" according to your last name. They took role and there were announcements. Afterwards, everyone went to hourly classes moving around the school. At the end of the day you waited in the cafeteria or lingered around the oval waiting for your bus. For some years, Don Tesche (properly pronounced tesh-ah, but which he always pronounced as the more Anglican "tesh") had been hearing the name Robert Taylor called every time they had a substitute teacher. Because this was the name of a movie star, everyone had a good laugh, no one had ever seen this particular Robert Taylor. When this new school year began, Don was surprised to hear the big lug of a guy sitting behind him respond "Here". Bob had been attending parochial school and somehow was on both the public and the private school roles. He had finally convinced his parents to let him attend public school in the last year so that he could join the social circles of the majority of Howard County teen society. Bob came from money, but he was a good-hearted simplistic kind of boy. He and Don became friends almost immediately. They talked cars and guns and academics. Bob wasn't looking forward to the rigors of college and Don could always help regardless of the class assignment.

Bob was smitten with a curvaceous blonde from a wealthy neighborhood. Her name was Celeste. Bob was old money; his father had founded a contracting company and was even older than Don's dad. He had left his first wife and two daughters to marry his secretary, then pregnant with Bob. Celeste's mom and dad were both professionals and were the classic urban competitors. Celeste wore $300 dresses to school. The best part about Celeste, from Don's perspective, was that she had a friend, Margit, or Maggie as she was commonly called. Maggie was stunning. She had long, soft brown hair and deep brown eyes like a fawn. She spoke in a tiny, little girl voice and was used to playing the role of "dumb and pretty" even though she had an excellent mind and took most of the same Academic classes as Don. Her mother and dad were German immigrants and presumably spoke German at home. Don spoke a little, but he was too intimidated to try that with Maggie or her parents. She was about 5'-6" to Don's 5'-9. According to Don, she must have been a 40D or a bit more. She had huge, natural breasts, or so it seemed on her small frame.

Don and Bob had double dated a few times with Celeste and Maggie, going to nice dinners and regular theaters. They'd attended a dance at school. It became clear that Bob and Celeste wanted to date without the other couple as badly as Maggie and Don did. With the press of paying for everything for two, Don had to be careful where to spend his money. He definitely wanted to keep Maggie out of circulation, but it took planning and Maggie seemed ready to accommodate him. Their first single date had been the drive-in movie.

For those of you not familiar with the concept, you basically paid to park in a paved lot with rows of poles placed between pairs of cars, each carrying two speakers that could be extended into the car on a six or eight foot cable. There were usually swing sets below the screen for children to play on, operating under the assumption that some part of the clientele was families. Perhaps dad and mom grabbed a quickie while the kids were on the teeter-totter. The snack bar/bath rooms/projection room was a single concrete block structure in the center of everything. The rows were graded upward so that your windshield faced the large outdoor screen. There was always an intermission between features, which started as soon as it was dark enough to project. The show was typically over by 11:00 PM and most girls had to be home by midnight - which allowed for a quick snack and a little necking, but not much. Many girls dressed for a "sitting-up" movie, even though the evening was planned for the "passion pit" (one of the less colorful nicknames). Don says "They call it Goodyear, because it's where the rubber meets the road" - alluding to discarding the used condom out the window. This joke, of course, came from Bob.

Sitting in the front seat of the car with a console in between made things pretty difficult. Don's bucket seats would recline back fully, but they were unstable. It looked like a padded lounger, but if you put any weight on it, the back of the front seat collapsed even further until it hit the floor. This was a small car, barely the width of a love-seat, but that suited the young couple.

That first night they had kissed for a long, long time. They had whispered and drawn warmth and security, each from the other. Don was the first to say it, "Maggie, I love you." He thought his heart would burst when he heard her say, "Don, I love you, too". So that night, he had slipped off his high school ring and given it to her, to seal the bargain that they were "going steady". Don frowns when he tells this part of the story, it's as if he still questions his decisions of forty years ago. The thing was that Don was experiencing his first real love and in this era that was different from being sexually attracted to a girl, or at very least separate. In his words, "I wanted to respect her, revere her, honor her. I never thought about her when I masturbated, because that would demean the relationship." That night he only made one tiny slip, when he placed his ear to her sweater and bra encased left breast with the excuse that he wanted to hear her heart beating. Maggie said "Hey, my heart's in here, not out there!" And so he'd behaved himself.

After he took her home, he stopped at Gary's house and tapped on his bedroom window to waken him. Gary was appalled, "You gave her your class ring? What if you don't get it back?" Gary never wore his own ring, it remained in the cellophane it had come in so that he wouldn't scratch it. Yep, Gary was a putz all right.

As the fall turned into winter they had more and more dates at the drive-in. If you stayed in a car when it was 40 or 45 degrees outside, just body heat would steam up the windows. If you were necking, you could get the windows so wet that little droplets rolled down the inside of the glass. Don began to prepare for an evening at the drive in by bringing the pillows and a quilt from his bed. His folks weren't wild about this, but the alternative was to burn up gas to keep the heater going. Sometimes the speakers had heaters in them, but they never seemed to work.

One night Maggie was stretched out on the back seat in a pair of slacks and Don was lying half on, half off her enjoying those deep, breath-taking kisses and stroking her cheek. He was pressing himself down straddling Maggie's right thigh, which she was pressing up between his legs. They were both panting and kissing urgently. In the back of his mind, he thought, "God, this feels so good. How can it feel this great just to kiss her?" Then he'd shuddered against her, suddenly realizing that he had been pumping and he'd just blown a load in his skivvies. "I hope she didn't notice. That sort of came out of nowhere." Don had never even heard of a "dry hump" but he had just experienced one. I always wondered if his right leg pressed between Maggie's thighs had given her a release, but I suspect women's anatomy is not so easily stimulated as a eighteen-year-old trouser monkey.

They'd continued to see each other whenever they could and Maggie's more obvious charms were starting to attract other boys. Clay, another senior, was probably trying to compliment Don when he remarked one afternoon, "Boy that Maggie. I'd sure like to be trapped in her bra and have to eat my way out." Don didn't answer the 6', 180-pound football player. He wanted to rip his head off and shit down his neck, but Clay would have broken him like a pretzel without breathing hard. Moreover, since they were in the oval waiting for the afternoon bus with about half a dozen teachers strolling through the crowd, this would have been suicidal. Fighting was an automatic, three-day suspension. Besides, Don knew that there was no way he could make Clay eat those offensive words, he'd just have to slink away like a coward and hope that Maggie never found out. Don had a temper, but in all things he thought of the punishment first before committing the crime. Per Don, if a woman under the age of eighteen was found to be without her panties, the guy was automatically a statutory rapist. The fact that both he and Maggie had already crossed that threshold in June, didn't make him one tiny bit more comfortable. Whether out of fear, or respect, or agape love, Don compartmentalized his feelings toward Maggie. He desired her, but in an abstract way. He hoped that they would marry after college. Having actual sex with her was something for the future, and besides she was a good girl, the best possible girl in his mind. When he masturbated, he thought only of bad girls, the kind that got undressed behind board fences.

One November evening they were in the drive in and Maggie had worn a long plaid kilt complete with gold toned pin and was sitting on Don's lap in the back seat as they passionately kissed. Her skirts were spread out over his legs and somehow his hand had found her knee, and then crept between her barely spread thighs. She had lovely long legs, and he was able to stroke the inside of her left thigh with the gentlest touch of the back of his right hand. He had some short dark hairs there and by barely making contact with her warm skin he found a touch that was so delicious that it was painful. "Oh, that feels so good, Maggie, your skin is like velvet."

Maggie had sat up and done her part to play the game. She withdrew his hand and began thus: "Don, look here now." She drew up her skirt exposing the top of her left stocking with about an inch or two of black garter strap showing, but everything else concealed by the bunched material in her hand. He looked down to see three distinct bands of color, different from the color on her lower legs. There was a very dark one, then a medium one, then the lightest of all, stretched over the end of the strap, deformed by the button, and then caught by the silvery clasp. The top band was the widest and it was elongated and stretched up to the taught garter. What skin he could see above and which he had been stroking was pink and healthy and the most fabulous thing he'd ever imagined. "There's a line here," she said indicating the central band, "that's as far as you go." Don was nodding enthusiastically. "Oh, Don, you know I love you too much to stop you." The last was her most overt expression of her desires as a woman, but Don, ever the honorable (and stupid) man had stopped at that line. He never even saw her panties.

Well, as you may well expect, the relationship was winding down at that point. Maggie was ready to take the plunge, and Don was not. A few weeks later they had gone to a New Year's party at Bob's house and Clay had offered to teach Maggie the game of chess. While she was concentrating on the game, the wounded Don slunk away to this car and left Clay to rescue her with a lift home. I don't need to spell out what happened then, it seems pretty obvious that Clay held all the right cards and got his chance to eat his way out.

When Don told me this story, I began to realize the mystique that he associated with what women choose to wear under their skirts. During our time together he's bought me tons of stockings, garter belts, frilly and crotchless panties, and it has been my pleasure to wear them for him. I now understand why men are so compelled to look up our dresses, even though they've seen it in a million variations. When we are out, I can touch his arm and say "Donnie, there's a naughty girl on the third bar stool" and he will look and thank me, and then want to go home to make love. He's predictable, but that's OK, because he never tires of me being his bad girl, either.

Just before the breakup, Don and Maggie had doubled with Doug and his date, Valerie. Valerie was a short, chubby girl who would have worn thick glasses, save for her well-to-do Dad providing the latest innovation, contact lenses. Don and Maggie had been in the front seat and had a small tiff, when Don took off his own glasses and prepared to end the spat with a kiss. Val later admitted to Don that the bit with the glasses was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen, pressing her hand to her pert B-cup breasts. Don and Valerie became a couple and Maggie went from Clay to Bill to God knows who.

Valerie was a whole different set of problems. For one thing, she had young, in-touch parents. Don had mapped out to Valerie that in one month she'd allow him to touch her breasts through the bra, a month after that, inside the bra. Another month would find him stoking her panties, then inside her panties. The schedule might include her touching him. Valerie just nodded and made up her own, much more extended, mental schedule.

One of the bits of trivia Don acquired, from, of all people, Gary, who was interested in motorcycles and the Hell's Angels lore, was about 'angel wings'. The premise was that Hell's Angels sometimes wore little sets of wings sewn to their denim vests. These were WWII relics, complete with a swastika in the center and they came in three colors: white, black and red. One earned white wings by eating a white girl, black wings for a black girl and red wings from a menstruating girl. (The grosser the joke, the easier to remember, right?) Don passed the lore along to Valerie and it became a running double-entendre between them. If Valerie's friend "George" was visiting (must be a Maryland thing, we always said "Aunt Flo" in Oklahoma.) Don would joke that he'd try to earn his red wings that night. This was insane, since they hadn't done anything but hold hands and kiss, but they both giggled nervously at the idea. Valerie ultimately allowed him to see parts of her body, when the lights were almost totally out, and only one tiny piece at a time so as to preserve the mystery of the total picture. He bought her a Linde-star ring as a "pre-engagement" token.

Valerie's curfew was 11:30 PM, but he was allowed to stay downstairs with her at the end of an evening, until midnight, while her parents were upstairs. Her Dad and Mom had passed the rules to him through her. Don had gotten free passes to a movie premier called "Casino" and part of the hype was "come early for the mini-skirt contest, great prizes for the prettiest girl in the competition." Valerie had temporarily hemmed one of her suit skirts to mid-thigh (as short as she could go without showing her stocking tops; panty hose were still a month or two away) and had won the contest with her chubby little legs. The only other girl in the contest was probably ten and wore a skating skirt and tights. Valerie had no doubt flashed her girdle-encased goods to the middle-aged judge with the yardstick who dutifully knelt when she mounted the small stand of two steps. Valerie went home with all the loot, including an AM transistor radio and free coupons for MacDonald's.

They had just had their "one month anniversary" and Don was allowed to fondle her gently through her blouse or sweater as long as nobody was looking. High from their "victory" at the contest, they'd stretched out on the worn vinyl sofa in the family room with the TV on for noise and begun to make-out for the final moments of their evening. Valerie had her back towards the back of divan and Don was nearly falling off, so he had to hold her tightly. He'd asked her to roll over and she moved to let him spoon her, his tongue and lips busy on the cleft of her neck, one of her most sensitive places. Her skirt had ridden up and he began to stroke her pert bottom through the stretchy panty-girdle. The family dog was on the floor beside them, happily gnawing on a bone. He found that perfect place above her stocking top and brushed it with his hand and Valerie began to pant, trying to push him back to the schedule, but succumbing to her own needs. He'd finally brushed his hand up the front of the girdle, across the sewn-in diamond panels and then thrust one finger under the waistband. Valerie was saying "no, no" so quietly he could barely hear her, when at last his finger encountered a tuft of damp hair and then began to slide into her honey pot. As any woman can tell you, the inserted finger is not that stimulating even if you are wet, but the curling of that finger against the clitoris is definitely a good thing. Valerie was squishing and panting more and more eagerly and she finally grabbed his hand and pulled it out saying, "Stop. I can't take any more of that. You're making me crazy. I'm sorry, I just can't take ... and oh! You bad girl! Are you chewing on my shoe?" While Don and Valerie were lost in passion, Daisy, the German Shepard had reduced one of her low-heeled shoes to so many scraps of wet leather, and worse, Val had borrowed the shoes from her mother. She decided to relocate the tattered shoe to her bedroom upstairs so her mom could discover it in the morning, rather than conclude she'd taken them off downstairs and hadn't noticed what the dog had been doing.

Don had questioned her as to whether or not she'd climaxed and Valerie seemed to avoid answering. It had felt wonderful and she'd reached a plateau where the pleasure was so intense that she just had to stop, but she wasn't calling it an orgasm per se. She was, however, very explicit that Don's schedule had been blown to hell and he was months ahead of the timetable. However they continued to date and life was pretty good.

The thing about Valerie was that she was most comfortable in her own house and she was sure her parents wouldn't come downstairs without giving them time to assume a reasonable facsimile of propriety. Don wasn't so sure, and he feared Val's father grabbing him up by the scruff of the neck. Don wasn't especially comfortable in the drive-in either; hadn't he watched Bob's butt pumping up and down between Celeste's knees with his pants at half-mast? Girls always seemed to choose a spot where they felt safe, and Don didn't feel safe anywhere that someone could just walk right into.

When spring began to break Val and Don were still doing their groping in the drive-in and she'd occasionally reach in through his flies and rub his boner while he diddled her snatch. He still didn't know if she'd ever actually cum. Val preferred to touch him this way because she didn't actually have her hand on his cock (she was still a good girl) and Don's under shorts acted as a ready receptacle to absorb any emissions without so much as getting her hands dirty. The evening had been frustrating for both of them; they sort of got somewhere, but not as far as seemed possible. It reminded Don of the night he'd felt gypped by the picture, although he couldn't tell Val that particular tidbit. Don had teasingly said, "Are you ready to let me earn my wings yet?" and Val had surprised him by saying "Don, this is getting us nowhere. If you want to, just do it, and quit talking about it."

He'd slipped between her legs and was trying to apply his tongue to her pussy without taking off her pink cotton panties, or so stretching out the elastic so far that he ruined them. After a few tentative licks and getting a nose full of what smelled pungent and vaguely of pee, he gave up. She'd requested his handkerchief and used it, dipped in a little Coke, to wash his face. "We don't need anyone smelling that on you." So they had gone home and entered her house, sitting in the living room with only the light from the stairwell. Val excused herself for a moment and when she came back down stairs, she had traded in the blouse and pleated skirt for a long cotton granny dress that went to her ankles. She wore blue satin slippers on her feet. This was about the least sexy thing she could have put on and Don voiced his disapproval, though not too harshly. Val was still his steady. She replied, that since he'd left her "high but not dry" it was only fair that she changed into something less to his liking. She then gave him a wet kiss, and tugged him toward the wall where an upright piano stood. She moved them into the shadows on the far side of the piano away from the stairwell and asked in a whisper, "You want those wings, fly boy?"




The Journey



They'd slid down to where Val could lean her back to the wall with her legs extended with Don lying on his stomach between them. When she tugged up the long gown he found that the only thing under the dress was a very needy girl with a very wet and now sweet smelling bush. He proceeded to slip his flat tongue through the soft petals, parting her pinkness and deciding that this particular dish was as wonderful as rare prime-rib. She curled her fingers in his hair and he rocked against her, pressing his raging hardon into the barely yielding carpet. She was panting, "oh my god oh my god oh my god" when he exploded in his jeans for the second time that evening and began to push him away again because it was "too much". She didn't claim any fireworks, but afterwards when he would ask her if she wanted to "sixty-nine" - she always answered, "Well, I'm up for thirty-four and a half."

During the final week of school she came in crying and refusing to be comforted, not even saying what the issue was. Don finally cornered her in the stairwell between classes.

"What's wrong, Val. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can fix as long as we're together."

"Oh yeah? Daddy has taken a job in New Jersey! We're moving away."

Don had done his best to promise to visit, to call her at least once a month (there were no long distance plans back then) but of course they had drifted apart. He was working a summer job in the local Safeway store when Bob showed up at his register. This was August of 1966. The Beatles had been on Ed Sullivan. Things were changing quickly. The Rambler had bitten the dust and his parents had sprung for a Plymouth with a small V-8, but an automatic with column shifter. It was their idea of a perfect car for his commute to college, but he'd have preferred a Road Runner with a Hemi. He had about as much chance of getting a second penis as that car.

"You'll never guess whom I saw at the hockey game last night", he taunted. Bob played forward on the Junior Clippers and went to hockey camp in Canada every year. "Maggie", he said before Don could guess.

"Don't you get a break at this place?"

"Yeah, I'm due for a Coke. I usually sit on the back dock to drink it. If you want to have one with me, it's on the house."

So Don grabbed a couple of Cokes from the cooler and made a mental note to put the eighty cents in the till later, and he and Bob had a heart-to-heart.

"I should never have dumped Maggie like that, I was so dumb. I practically threw her at Clay."

"Well, Clay is old news and so is Bill. Though Bill did tell me an interesting story."

"I'll bet."

"Yeah, Maggie is bangin' like a screen door. Bill said they were just smoking a cigarette when she rolled over and copped his knob. She said 'He wasn't getting away until she got her second time'."

"Look, Bob, I never thought of Maggie that way. Man, I loved her. I respected her. I just went nuts when she was paying so much attention to Clay."

"No, you look, Don. You're being really stupid about this. I bet Maggie would still go out with you, she really liked you, too."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah I do. Another thing, make sure you take some of those Trojan Naturalambs. They're really thin, like nothing at all. They're made from embryos or something. I turn on the defroster and put the packet over the vent for a while, and they are just so smooth and slippery you slide right in. If you're gonna do Maggie, go first class, pal."

So Don had mulled it over, and he'd felt stupid, but he'd bought the rubbers and finally screwed up his courage to call Maggie on the phone. She was surprised to hear from him and he took the blame for everything. (It was his fault and it was the right thing to say.) They talked on the phone for three hours, and found it was almost as if they had never been apart, they were still on the same wavelength, had the same interests, were both doing okay in college. They agreed to go for a walk in the state park the next afternoon with a tentative dinner date for that evening.

They'd strolled hand in hand through the paths in the woods. Don even read the regulations, particularly the one about "lewd behavior resulting in expulsion from the grounds and/or arrest." They'd walked down the hill toward where there was a stone railroad tunnel. The trains passed under Route 40 where it crossed through the park. Maggie wore a pale blue short-sleeved sweatshirt and pair of mint-green Bermuda shorts. Her long legs were tanned and her toes were painted red and her boobs were as compelling as ever, even in the shapeless shirt. They'd sat on a log just inside the tunnel entrance where the light was still good and they were kissing in the old familiar way. Bravely Don lifted her shirt and was rewarded with one of the most memorable sights in his life. Maggie wore a black, pretty much conventional brassiere, but the cups were huge. Moreover, it seemed to be made of black lace married to some beige fabric underneath, so it didn't show any skin, but it looked like it showed all her skin. Don was shaken to the core over how hot this was making him.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered.

Maggie kissed him again, and said, "You don't know how long I have wanted you to do that."

She glanced around at the surroundings and said, "Look, I don't want someone to walk up on us. Let's go back to my house."

By then it was nearing four, and Don wanted to shave really close and get her some flowers, since the date seemed to be very much on. So he'd driven her home with his arm around her and turned into the wooded lane that led to her house. They passed a turnaround about 200 yards from her house and then a smaller one just before where her parents place would emerge through the trees. He pulled over and kissed her hard. He wanted another look at her chest, but she was being coy or genuinely wanted him to behave. He got her shirt up and this time he reached in and extracted her right breast. The nipple was the pinkest, most perfect thing he could have imagined. A silver dollar would not have covered it and its areola; it was more the size of one of those small Dixie cups at the water fountain. He covered it with his lips and Maggie, shuddered. She emitted a long, low registered rasping sigh and said, "Oh Don, that feels so good." This put things on a completely different footing. She wanted to go back to the turnout and park there, right now!

"What if you father comes down the road?" Don worried.

"Well, I guess it's not very smart in daylight. You just take your vitamins before our date tonight, ok?"

Don managed to get her to the door, pick up an arrangement of wildflowers and a box of Whitman's candies, and get shaved and dressed in his good jeans and new shirt, and be back to pick up Maggie at seven. It was especially difficult for him to do with the memory of that incredible pink nipple in mind, but somehow he made it.

He spoke to Maggie's mother and father, who wondered why he'd been a stranger in recent months and waited on pins and needles for Maggie's appearance. She came down the stairs in a white lace blouse and a nice black skirt, complete with red strappy heels. Being so tan she was bare legged. He took her to the best place he could afford, Desi's, an Italian joint with a huge wedge of Parmesan in the foyer. They sat across from one another at a small table with a candle melted into a Chianti bottle. Maggie was a vision. Don, was trying to get into the idea of having a quick roll in the hay, but she was talking in her sweet high-pitched voice and it was difficult to keep focused. Clearly he wasn't over his feelings for her, but he needed to put them aside and be a bit less respectful. When she had come into the living room, he'd noticed the small eyelet holes in her blouse. Most of the holes were filled with tanned skin, but the ones over those glorious headlamps of hers were bright red. She wore a red bra under a white blouse? Wow, men like her tits, and she liked that men liked her tits.

"I'll bet I can embarrass you by just saying one three-lettered word, " he teased.

"You think so, huh? What word?"

"Red"

"Oh," she blushed, "you noticed the bra, did you?"

"Yes, do I get a better view later?"

"That depends," she replied, "on whether you want desert here in the restaurant or back in the turnaround."

"I think I'll get the check" he stammered.

So they had driven back to the turnaround, and as Maggie instructed, he backed into the hole and killed the lights. His Plymouth Belvedere had a chrome grille, but he'd covered it in black electrical tape, because he thought it looked sportier. He tried to dismiss the idea of her dad's truck coming down the private drive and catching them in the glare of his headlights. They exited the two-door sedan to get into the back seat and Maggie had immediately begun to undress. Her skirt and blouse were gone in a thrice and the red bra was hung over the passenger headrest. Her breasts swung freely with her nipples pointed slightly to the outside. He couldn't distinguish pinkness in the dark, but even in the dim light he could tell that Maggie had a real set of fun bags (that is, fun for the guys). He only saw enough of her underwear to identify them as the newly introduced bikini panties, rendered in a light pastel color with big polka dots (perhaps grey or blue with red, but he couldn't be sure). As for her pussy, well he supposed there was some hair, but not much that he could see, and besides she was not in a mood for any gawking, she wanted to go!

Don recalled the view of Bob's butt with the yellow shorts part way down, so he unzipped and loosened his belt, and pulled his semi-hard pecker over the top of his skivvies. He was trying to get it into her and she was doing her best to help, but his zipper was scratching her legs and the damned buckle was chewing into his thigh. This was not going the way he'd planned it at all.

Maggie was being really understanding about this.

"It needs to be warm in here. Turn on the heater, Don."

Don, pushed the front seat forward and managed to get the engine running and the heater on. He also deposited the small foil packet over the dashboard outlet and miserably stripped off his jeans and shorts, but left his t-shirt and shirts on. His glasses went on the dashboard with the condom. Maggie was also losing the mood, but biding her time. He tried to slide down between her legs and get a taste of her cunny and a peek at the orifice he wanted to occupy. Naturally he wanted to compare it to Valerie's, but most of Val's had been pretty well concealed by foliage, so if Maggie had less, this would be more interesting. However Maggie had stopped him as soon as it was clear where he was headed, saying "You don't need to waste time on that, why don't you get that raincoat on and give it to me hard."

Bob had not thought to explain to Don that lubricated condoms contained a gel or liquid mimicking natural juices, or even that you put your cockhead into the ring and just rolled it on. Don picked up the packet and tore it open, but because of the warming and the angle, all the lube poured down his left sleeve and into his armpit. With that, his desire and his erection withered and would not reappear that night.

Maggie was flummoxed and he took her home in stony silence. She'd dressed just as quickly as she'd undressed and was out of the car before it stopped rolling at her door, no kiss, no goodbye, nada.

Don went home feeling like a complete loser and threw himself into bed. The next morning he was roughly shaken awake to Bob's booming voice, "Hey, man, I brought you a gift".

He held a cheap jar of cold cream, relabeled with a strip of masking tape and lettered with Magic Marker, "Tallywacker Hardener". Don looked at the clock, it was 7:15 AM. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that Maggie had called Celeste, probably as soon as she got home, and Celeste had called Bob. Everyone knew.

"Gee thanks, Bob. Just what I fucking need."

"Well, in case you try to push a rope up hill again" - Bob wasn't relenting one iota.

"You might have told me the damned rubber was going to cum down my arm. That was pretty much a mood breaker, ya know."

So Don had endured the rest of the summer. Bob was going to Baltimore Junior College, Celeste was at Bryn-Mar. Bob had a series of running conquests with junior college girls while still ostensibly engaged to Celeste. Don went on a few dates and began to attend Army ROTC. During one of the open concerts on campus he'd spotted a blonde girl with freckles and a full chest. Her name was Kimsen and she was a high school senior, and had just turned eighteen.

Kimsen lived with her single mom, Karla in an apartment complex just north of Don's campus. She was an Irish colleen (she claimed) and one of the most blatant liars Don had ever met. Kimsen told the most outrageous stories. She was also dating, Eddie, a high school dropout who had garish scars from where a gasoline tank had exploded in this face. Kimsen didn't like to have her ears played with, because she'd been born without them and they had to be created by a plastic surgeon and hence had no sensation. Kimsen had a way of kissing that drew your tongue out of your mouth so hard it felt like it was being ripped from its roots, taught to her by Levio, a gypsy boy who'd met her while the circus he traveled with was in town. Karla had taken her to a doctor to examine her for virginity afterwards and, "Thank you Jesus!", her hymen was still intact.

Karla was forty-ish and doing her best to be a good mom, but that's difficult when you want to bring men home or spend the evening at their place. She was full bodied and dark haired and had the look of a woman who didn't only know the book, but had probably written most of it. When Bob saw her for the first time, he immediately began to press Don for an introduction. "I can fuck her while you fuck Kimsen, OK, buddy?" Bob was not only a healthy hedonist; he had an ego as big as all outdoors.

Don and Kimsen were to attend a "military ball" for the ROTC troupe, and Bob could go because he was in the same program on his campus. Kimsen was to wear her mom's silk gown, but Karla had sewn a triangle of contrasting color into the bodice because it was too much exposure for a girl Kimsen's age. As soon as they'd left the house, Kimsen had ripped the extra material out and tightened her bra straps to really make the goodies stand up. When Don was waiting for her to come out of the bedroom, he and Bob had been sitting on the sofa facing Karla as she sipped a "cocktail." Kimsen had quietly slipped down the hallway and stopped just outside her mother's field of view, as long as Karla didn't turn her head. Don's angle let him see Kimsen; Bob might have seen her, or maybe just her torso over Karla's shoulder. Kimsen lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing that she had on sheer pantyhose and nothing more covering her thick, hairy bush. Clearly, Bob was not terribly off base in thinking Karla might be willing, based upon how wild her daughter was.

They'd gone to the ball and he and Kimsen had coupled in the back seat while Bob drove the car (his date had met them at the ball and exited right after on the arm of a dashing young captain.) Kimsen's favorite ploy was to take Don's cock between her pussy lips and stroke against him until he blew his load over her ass or against the back of her dress. It wasn't exactly fucking, so, she felt safe. Don didn't mind that it looked and smelled like fucking to Bob who was probably watching in the rear view mirror.

One day after class Don had called her and wanted to come over. She seemed reluctant but finally agreed. When he pulled into the parking lot, Eddie's white Nomad (mag wheels, blower sticking out of the hood) was parked there. When Don told the man at the security desk that he was there for her, she had come down rather than allowing him up. She'd entered the lobby in a robe and said, "I was just about to get in the shower. Mom and I are going out." Don didn't need it spelled it for him, but she had begged him, "Don't be like that, sweetie, come over tomorrow afternoon, but get here by three." Karla usually came in around six.

Don showed up, intending fully to break it off with Kimsen, but she had wanted to discuss it upstairs rather than in the lobby. Once in the apartment, she'd taken his hand and led him to the bedroom, apparently for another session of her labia around his cock. Ever the risk taker, she led him into Karla's bedroom rather than her own. Don was lying on his back, enjoying the sensation of her undoing his belt and sliding his zipper down over his burgeoning penis. She slid his jeans off and pulled down his skivvies. She unbuttoned his shirt and raked her nails over his chest, kneeling coquettishly beside him.

"Are you still angry with me about yesterday?"

"Yes, I am. I know Eddie was here. I saw his car outside."

"Well, I don't want you to mess with Eddie, he's been in reform school and it would be nasty. But I am sorry, Donnie-poo, I bet I can take your mind off him."

"I don't see how."

Kimsen slid lower in the bed and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, wetting it with saliva. "How's that, have you forgotten yet?"

"No, and I don't think it's going to work, it doesn't feel that good" he lied.

"Well, then I'll just have to try harder" she mumbled around him. She turned on that internal vacuum cleaner of hers and soon most of his cock was wet and sliding in and out of her hot, cloying mouth. Her hand was gently massaging his balls and he was starting to pump toward her.

"Am I forgiven yet?" she teased.

"Well almost. But if you keep that up, I think you're going to have to forgive me for giving your tonsils a hot cream bath."

"Oh, well, we can't do that can we? Let's try something different," she said, clicking off the light without releasing her hold of his cock. He felt her moving on the bed and then that wet sensation of her lips against his head, but this time skin was brushing past his thighs. She drew one of his hands up to her breasts and put the other one on her ass as she straddled him and began to thrust downward.

Don was going to protest, but his tongue was pulled into her mouth and his cock was being pulled into a long and equally hot and wet tunnel. You know what they say about the inevitable? Well, he tried to enjoy it, but it was over in about thirty seconds with Kimsen frantically screaming and pounding into him and reaching under his back to claw the skin away in red strips. Don had at last lost his virginity, but it wasn't the big deal he'd expected. Kimsen was just not right for him. It wasn't just that she wanted to push the risk envelope or even that she had no inhibitions whatsoever. It wasn't that she had at least two guys being strung along, maybe more. The real problem was that Kimsen was avaricious, practically predatory in her selection of partners. Don felt like the cheese in the mousetrap.

Don and she had done it a few times, after that first time with a condom. He'd flushed them down the commode, but one of the wrappers had somehow been missed amidst the detritus on her floor and Karla had found it. Thank God he'd been at home and had answered the phone when Karla called. She was brief and brutal. "You've been having sex with my daughter?" It was worded as a question, but the tension in her voice made it sound more like an ultimatum.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry but I love..."

"Forget it, motherfucker. She just got her period so she's not knocked up. I'm taking her to the doctor to make sure there's nothing else going on. And you, you little fuck, you're never going to speak to her again, are you?"

"No, Ma'am"

"You just pray I don't have to call you or that cocksucker, Eddie, back. You just better fucking pray hard, mister, you got it?"




The Journey



At the beginning of the journey Jasmine only had thoughts for her appearance at her forthcoming interview. She looked upon it as her first step on the ladder to a successful career in the television media. The agency had advised her to be as relaxed as possible, both in her dress sense and her manner. Nonetheless she was nervous.

It was her first trip to Birmingham and she had memorized the direction details to the final dot. She boarded the train and made her way to her reserved seat in the first class compartment next to the buffet. There was only one mature man facing her and an elderly couple sitting on the other side of the carriage.

As she settled down she made a mental note of how she appeared. Wearing a sheer white silk blouse, which contrasted so well against her light brown skin she felt confident that she looked confident. With a matching short white skirt and brown 3 inch heeled shoes she knew she would turn heads when she got to the Pebble Mill studios.

After the train started the 90 minute journey she suddenly felt unprepared as she hadn't bought a newspaper to read on the way. She nervously glanced at the man sitting opposite and wondered if she would have the nerve to ask him if she could read one of the 3 newspapers that he had brought with him.

She looked at him studiously as he was casually reading the Daily Mail. In her estimation he might be in his late forties and appeared to be a city type, maybe a banker. His black blazer and what appeared to be a university tie indicated that he was educated and in a senior position.

While she was looking at him in an effort to build up the coruage to ask to read one of his newspapers she suddenly became aware that he was looking over the top of the paper at her too.  This made her smile and quickly turn her head to look out of the window. He lowered the paper and spoke in a soft, yet firm voice.

"Excuse me but I notice you don't have anything to read. You can have this paper if you want. I don't think the financial times would be of interest to you."

Jasmine apologized as she accepted his offer. He smiled as he passed the the Mail. She soon hid her face behind but her mind was blank as she looked through that days news. His voice had triggered something in her that caught her totally unaware. It might have been that he was a stranger yet he had been so in command she was aware that he had passed her the paper without her confirming that she wanted it. Just as she was clearing her mind and actually immersing herself in the television section she heard his unmistakable voice again as he leaned towards her.

" I must say I couldn't help but notice your lovely skirt and blouse but don't you feel the cold, or should I feel flattered that your nipples are hard."

Jasmine was speechless. Until he had told her she hadn't realized that indeed her nipples were erect, made all the more obvious by the silk fabric of the blouse. What shocked her even more was that she didn't protest at his self assuredness. She quickly glanced across and saw that the elderly couple were in their own world and hadn't heard or noticed a thing.

Rather than raise to the bait of his talk she just lifted the newspaper up so that she couldn't see his face. She looked at the paper for five minutes without reading a word. Inwardly she was cursing because her nipples were still hard and she knew that if she lowered the paper he would see them.

Just as she was thinking of standing up and walking to the buffet car she could feel something touching her foot. Leaning back a little she looked down and saw his right foot, without a shoe on gently caressing her left foot. She wanted to move her foot away but it was as if it was filled with lead. Almost like a hypnotists subject she just kept her foot firmly in place. Her mouth was dry.

Slowly the strangers foot moved up over her ankle and she was transfixed as she saw it creeping up her leg. Almost in shock she realized that her skirt was so short it had ridden up a little as she had sat and was now above her knee. She knew that the foot would continue rising if she didn't do anything. Again she looked across at the couple and they were oblivious of this encroachment on her person.

As the foot neared her knee she determined to close the door shut but as she looked down her legs opened. Not only were her nipples harder than ever but she felt that little tingle that told her she was gushing. She had no control over it as she opened her legs even wider.

She couldn't bear to watch any more and closed her eyes as she felt his toe sliding up her inner thigh. She bit her bottom lip and inside she cursed him as she knew it would have to stop now. But it never. Her heart was pounding as she felt his soft yet strong foot get to within three inches of her soaking thong.  Just then, as if snapping out of a dream his foot disappeared. Quickly shaking her head she lowered to paper and saw him smiling. Their eyes met and she could have held that for an hour the way she felt. He thought otherwise though as he whispered.

"I think you need to go to the little room. Let me show you were it is."

With this he stood up and like a lamb to the slaughter Jasmine stood too. As she followed him past the buffet carriage she prayed that he was just going to stand guard outside. Her legs were wobbling as she approached him while he held the door open just like a doorman.

She went inside and made no attempt to turn around to close the door. She knew he would do that. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it.

His strong hands landed on her shoulders and twirled her around. Their eyes were locked as he lowered himself to his knees. Jasmine had no idea what to expect and didn't protest as he firmly lifted her skirt to her waist. With no further ado he buried his face between her legs. 

His tongue felt like a snake as it weaved its way around her thong and danced with her clitoris. She felt even more turned on when she heard the slurping sounds as he lapped up her juices. She gave up counting after her third orgasm.

Suddenly he stood up and started kissing her. She felt so turned on to be tasting her own juices around his lips and on his tongue. He held her tightly and she could feel his very aroused manhood pressing against her stomach. Inwardly she began to panic. It was obvious he wouldn't use a condom and she wasn't on the pill. Just as she expected him to unzip himself and invade her tight wet vagina his hands were once again on her shoulders. This time forcing her down to her knees.

She didn't need any instructions as she knew what he expected so she quickly unleashed his very hot, very hard penis. Her eager mouth enveloped the head straight away and he began slowly sliding it between her soft lips. Her tongue tried to lick all around it as he built up the speed. Within a minute she felt it expand, which is a sure sign he was about to ejaculate. She had only ever had oral sex with one other man before and had never swallowed a drop. She was in such ecstacy she was prepared to change the rules this time and swallow all of it.

However just as she was preparing to taste his sperm he yanked her head back, gripping her hair very tightly. He shot his load all over her face. She closed her eyes as she felt it cool down very quickly as it slid from her eyes down over her cheeks. Just then she could feel him using his cock like a palette knife to spread it all over her face.

She was so tempted to lick off what she could from around her mouth but because he had pulled it out himself she thought that he might not want that to happen. She felt so vulnerable as he still had her hair firmly in his grip which, although it was painful it also gave her pleasure.

Then, out of nowhere she heard his voice.

"I think that you should wash your face before you return to your seat."

And with that he was gone. She never even had chance to open her eyes before she was aware of the door closing as he left. Almost in shock she quickly locked the door and looked in the mirror. Her face was covered in his white, sticky cum and it turned her on so much she felt betrayed that she had to wash it off.

Five minutes later she made her way back to her seat and noticed that he was frowning over a newspaper crossword. After a quick glance at the couple to make sure they hadn't noticed her reappearance she excitably asked her stranger.

"Is that it? Do you do this all the time?"

"Of course but don't expect any seconds. Any slut that gives in isn't worth another go."

They were looking eye to eye as he spoke and she could see just a hint of his face breaking into a smile. She sat back and before picking the paper up to start reading again she told him in her defiant voice.

"If you're on the 5:50 return train I am going to suck you senseless!"

His reply summed it up.

"Touche!" 



The Journey



I am a successful businessman from Guna. I am married to Arti for last 7 years, a beautiful girl from Lucknow. We have a good family life and a daughter who is 5 years old. Arti was virgin at time of our marriage but coming from educated background worldly wise and ready to learn and enjoy sex. Over the years she had started to take initiative in bed and gave me no reason to have a boring marital life. She is maintaining her figure very well and with a height of 5'6" she can carry any dress on her person. She wears her hair open and they are usually trimmed below her lower back. Her thick mane at times covers her boobs when she brings them in front. 

Since Guna is a small town, Arti and I drive down to Gwalior for our entertainment. Arti is found of driving and once we leave Guna I give her car. That morning Arti was wearing a short kurta and Maxi below it. Giving both western feel and Indian looks. My daughter is a heavy sleeper and usually does not wake up for six hours once she fells asleep. One Friday morning I had some business at Gwalior and I decided to take Arti along to spend weekend at Gwalior. We started at 9.00 AM and were cruising along enjoying the view and journey. Arti wanted to drive I was in no hurry and changed the side. We would have traveled for 50 KM suddenly we were overtaken by a fast driven open jeep. Arti was slightly shaken and shouted out:

"Idiot." 

The Jeep driver must have heard her for he started to slow down. The road was narrow and Arti had no option but to slow down near the jeep. We saw the jeep was carrying 7 young boys between 19 and 25 years of age and all wearing pathani. Boys were well built and rowdy looking. All boys looked from Muslim community. 

Three boys got off the jeep and were standing by side of our car in a moment. Before I could understand two boys who were on either side of our car had pulled out revolvers and asked Arti 

"What were you saying madam." 

Arti and I were scared and begged pardon. Meanwhile one of the boys from Jeep shouted 

"Let us take them to Chachu's farm house and then let them say sorry."

All three boys got in our car back seats and one of them pointed gun on my head and asked Arti to drive on. We were following the Jeep and after 10 min the jeep turned left on an unpaved but regular road. 

By now I knew we were in hands of local Goondas. I was sure that they would take all our money and let us go. I was carrying Rs.50,000.00 for my business and tried to offer some to boys. The boys laughed and then threatened me to shut up or else they would shoot my daughter who was fast asleep on back seat. By now Arti and I were scared out of our wits. We drove for next 10 min in silence and I noticed that we had left behind any sign of habitation. We came across a make shift gate and some kind of fence running along for a long distance. The gate was already opened by boys in Jeep and we were forced to drive in the compound. 

There was a main building with tube well on side and next to tube well was a place for standing and having bath. There was a huge darkish man sitting in covered verandah on a big takhat and sipping hookah. He had a cruel look on his face and he asked the boys about us. 

One of the boys said 

"Uncle this bitch had called us Idiot on the road and we thought you would like to teach her a lesson in manners." 

All the boys burst out laughing. Uncle got up from his seat and smiled. It was then I realized that he was about 6'2" and massive in his built. I started to walk towards him and pleaded that there was a mistake on our part and that we were ready to apologize for our mistake. 

"That you will that you will" was all that he said. All this while he was appraising Arti and disrobing her with his eyes. 

He then turned towards me and said "I will accept your apologies and let you go only on one condition; your wife will satisfy our every need." 

I was boiling at his statement and started to rush towards him to beat the shit out of him. 

One of his nephew blocked my way and said "Not so fast, turn around and see". 

I turned around to see that a boy was pointing revolver at my daughter's head. I stopped cold with fear. Now I knew the meaning of impotent anger. I knew I could not take any action and at the same time it meant that my wife who was virgin till our marriage would be plaything for 8 men. 

I started to beg him again saying how sorry I was. Arti was also crying and begging forgiveness. Boys all around were laughing. 

Uncle called out "Rashid have you forgotten your manners. Please tie this man on a comfortable chair." They pushed me inside verandah. There was a chair meter away from takhat. My hands were tied to the arm rest. The boys now turned towards Arti. Seeing me tied and a revolver next to our child's head finished all fight in Arti. 

Uncle, who was in Verandah called Arti towards him. He said "I will only explain once, if you take care of me and boys then we will let you go. Faster you do it, quicker you can go. Also, if at any point we feel that you are not enjoying then we start again. I am Dawood; boys are Haroon, Rashid, Aslam, Hamid, Karim, Ismil, and Latif. You will enjoy every thing that we do or ask you to do. If I feel any resistance or if you say no to any demand we will shoot all of you."

Arti started to turn and go towards the room. Dawood laughed and called "Is there any one here who has not seen all your charms in their naked glory or will not see it in next few hours?" 

Arti did not know what to say. She just stood there. Dawood said "I do not bother to go in, my nephews and I enjoy our meals and all activities here in open and as far as your husband is concerned he should also get to watch, after all he is also a male and would enjoy the site of us giving you pleasure" Arti started to cry again "Please do not add to my humiliation. I will do what ever you say but please take me in the room". 

Rashid laughed and said "Chachu she is begging to be taken. Shall I start removing her clothes forcibly and take her here." "No my dear, she will come to senses. The best way to enjoy a woman is when she does everything on her own. She will love each one of you by the time she is on her way home. And if she does not start in next five minutes shoot her daughter and her husband and then we will rape her." 

Arti cried out "No don't do this I will do what you want and way you want it".

Dawood extended his hand and lifted her in Verandah. Seeing them side by side was a study in contrast. Tall darkish man and my very fair and lovely wife. Dawood held her closely and admired her. He kissed her cheeks and inhaled her fragrance as a lover would. I could see Arti tense in his arms. She had not stooped sobbing. Dawood said some thing in her ears, she shook her head as if to say no but he repeated his command and this time his threat could be heard; he was asking her to disrobe and to keep all her clothes on me, I was to bear the shame of seeing her naked. 

He continued to hold her; and was slowly rubbing her back and bums. He was slowly kissing her cheeks but not her lips. I could see one had gone inside the Kurta. No imagination was needed to realize that he was massaging her boobs. He let go of her and Arti turned around and came near me. She was red with blushing and attention that she had received. 

When she was about a foot away she said "I Love you and nothing is going to change that" I saw a steely resolve come in her eyes. She opened the buttons of her kurta and lifted it over her head. She placed folded kurta on my shoulder. Boys were hooting lustily and watcher her with great interest. Dawood on the other hand was enjoying the hooting of boys and smiling at my discomfort. She then removed her maxi and now she was standing in her bra and panty and her heels. Arti is found of good undergarments naturally this pair was no exception. Her figure of 37" 22" 36" was displayed at its full glory. She had very flat stomach and big boobs planted on top. As I had said earlier she is very careful about her figure. The child birth marks had vanished and her slim form could give competition to any model. Her black panty of silky material and black matching bra were possibly worn as preparation for the night. Boys did not miss that. There was a complete silence as if the lust had been upgraded with desire. 

Even in my condition I was starting to get a hard on. All boys except one who was sitting with revolver at my daughters head came near verandah to admire her charms. She next removed her sandals. She moved her hands back to unhook the bra. I saw a drop of tear come to her eyes. She took off the bra and placed it on my shoulders with other clothes as if I was a cloth hook. Next came out her panty which was also placed next to all her clothes. She was now standing in all her naked glory. Red faced with shame, her very trimmed pubs, waxed arms and legs, waxed underarms. I started to cry knowing that this body which only I had enjoyed till date was on display to eight pairs of hungry eyes. She stepped forward and hugged me saying that we had to live for our daughter and that all this would soon be over. She turned and walked back to Dawood. 

Dawood was sitting on the takhat and waiting for her to come over. This time he did not get up. He beckoned her on his lap. She sat down with her head down. As he did earlier he slowly started to rub her back. With one hand he lifted her face towards him and kissed her lips softly. His then dropped his hand from her face to her boobs. He said some thing in her ears. She moved her arms around his neck like a lover. His hands were roaming over her body slowly but with all surety of an experienced lover. One hand was on her bums and other hand was massaging her boobs very lightly. 

He gave some instructions. She moved her hand from his neck to lift his kurta. Now the man could be 45 but he had a body of 25 years old; all muscles and no fat. She had to get up to take out kurta completely. Her navel was now very close to his face. He kissed her navel, then her mount of Venus and then her trimmed pubs. All this while his hands were holding her bums. He brought his hand forward and licked her outer lips. Even from where I was tied I could see her shaking. Her mind was saying no to the whole thing but her body had started to accept it. He slowly blew on the clitoris and it jumped at the attention. 

Arti could feel the betrayal of her body and did not want me to see that. She bent down and whispered to Dawood "Let us go in the room, I will be able to enjoy and give you pleasure better." Dawood said loudly "No my dear I need to teach these boys the joy of giving multiple orgasms to a woman; and besides you have to think of your daughter and your husband." 

The underlying threat was very clear. Dawood was enjoying his woman slowly only because he wanted to do so. The cruelty of his nature was very evident and could not be taken lightly. Arti was standing holding shoulders of Dawood her legs were spread apart by push of his hand and her lower body was drawn towards his mouth. Since he had so positioned himself and Arti, I could see side profile and every action of his hand, mouth, tongue were clear to me. His hands were very gently caressing her bums and his tongue was playing with her labia and clitoris. Boys were now standing below the verandah and watching with fascination. I could sense the change in Arti's body. Slowly but steadily she was getting close to her orgasm. Her nipples were hard and pointing. Her eyes were closed and lips quivering and her breadth shallow. She suddenly opened her eyes as if to stop her body from losing control. She tried to move away from Dawood's mouth and tongue. He held her firmly by her bums. One hand came forward and started to stroke the inner thighs slowly he pushed his finger inside her moist passage of cunt and started to move it. Dawood must have given his attention for 10 minutes and I could feel that she is very close to her orgasm. Her hands were no longer seeking his shoulders for support but running through his hairs as if to bring his mouth closer. Her pelvic were rocking on his tongue and she was almost fucking his mouth. Arti let out a cry and started to have orgasm. Dawood continued his ministrations till she could take it no more. 

Boys were shouting vulgar comments now and Dawood was smiling as if he had won a major victory. One of them called out to me "Have you seen your wife enjoy so much?" I could not explain it to him that this was our normal routine and that two three times at night was still normal for us although frequency of these nights had gone down from every day to three four nights a week. Arti was now again in his lap this time booth her legs were on takhat and her boobs were pressing against his chest and he was stroking her back. 

He again whispered something in her ears. Arti got down on her knees and opened the tahmat he was wearing. Arti let out a cry. I could not understand for a moment but when Dawood's penis came in full view I could understand the reason of Arti's shock. His prick, not fully hard was a good two inches longer then mine and about an inch more in diameter. Since it was circumcised the purple head of his prick looked very intimidating. 

He said "Now return the favor" and smiled at the boys. It took Arti a moment to understand what he wanted. She hesitated and looked at me. I could not do anything and was only hoping that the nightmare came to an end. I just closed my eyes to signal her to go ahead. Dawood asked "Boys I hope the guns are still ready" This was signal enough to Arti she bent down and started to kiss the head of his prick. As I had mentioned earlier, we were both very open about sex and used to enjoy everything, blowjob was Arti's way to say good morning after a satisfactory love making at night. 

I could see Arti licking the top of Dawood's prick and then try and fit the head in her mouth. She was not very successful but continued her efforts to get Dawood off. Dawood slowly pushed her head down and at best she could take one or two inches inside. Her saliva and his precum were now flowing down from his prick. Her hairs were covering part of her face but even then her discomfort was very evident. Dawood realized that this was not enjoyable for her and that she was uncomfortable due to sheer size. He asked her to get up and lie on takhat in such a way that her face was towards me and her body in opposite direction. 

I could understand that Dawood wanted to show her bliss and orgasms to me. I expected him to immediately climb on top of her and start pumping. But to my dismay he came and lay down next to her and started his slow caress of her boobs and her body. He was also kissing her lips, eyes and face like a long time lover. The act was such that anybody would have thought of him as her lover and not rapist. Between his kisses and soft caress he moved his head to her boobs and started to lick and suck her boobs. His hand moved between her legs which were open to receive his hand. His finger was busy on her cunt although I could hardly see it. 

Arti loves slow love making and it turns her on very fast. I knew her body very well and could see the small body moments that only I had enjoyed till date. Dawood was bringing out the best in her sexuality and enjoying every moment of it. Arti's head was at the edge of the takhat I could see her face flushing with desire. Her body was now dictating over her mind and she no longer cared who was watching. Her hand moved towards the back of Dawood's head and brought his ears close to her. She whispered some thing in his ears. Dawood kissed her lips and said "I cannot hear you speak loudly". Arti shook her head and again said some thing in his ears. This time there was urgency in her whisper. Dawood bent down to suck her boobs and his hand was still in her cunt and moving slowly like a piston. Arti's frustration was clear and with her face only a meter away I could read what she was asking for. Dawood lifted his head and without slowing his finger in her cunt again said "Louder." 

Arti shut her eyes tight and brought her hand in between their bodies and laced it on his prick pulling his prick towards her cunt. Her other hand moved below his body and she tried to pull him in between her legs. Boys now understood that she was very hot and wanted Dawood's prick in her wanting cunt. They started to shout their comments to Dawood. He just lifted his head and smiled at them. He then turned his face towards me and gave a triumphant smile. He had conquered my woman and she was now begging him to fuck her. He moved in between her legs and said "Tell me what you want." Arti opened her eyes, looked at me as if saying that she was sorry and said "Please take me." Dawood was not done playing with her. He was holding his prick in one hand slowly rubbing outside Arti's cut. From my position I could see that the prick was coated by Arti's juices. "Take you where" he said, licking her boobs and rubbing her cunt with his prick. I could see Arti move her hips to position her cunt to envelope his prick.  

Dawood continued to dodge her cunt and frustrate her and said "You have to ask what you want my dear". His penis was touching her cunt but only an inch was inside. She moved her heels on his hips and her arms were around his neck. It was clear that she was begging for him to move inside her body; to push his prick in her cunt and make love to her. He was enjoying teasing her. 

She cried out "Please put your prick in my cunt, make love to me" So that was what teasing was all about. Dawood was raping Arti's body, mind and soul. He had taken her desire to a level where it did not matter to her that I was close by. She was a woman and she needed her man. He grinned looking at me and then at the boys. He was telling me that at this moment he possessed my wife. 

He slowly pushed his prick in her cunt. She was so lubricated that in spite of his size and discomfort she was feeling she was trying to get more of his prick in her cunt. He was not even three inch inside when she let out a cry and started Cuming. It was a sight to see. If my trousers were open I would have masturbated.

He bent his head and started to lick her boobs very slowly. He was pumping her and she was in state of continues orgasms. Her hair were flowing down the takhat; her legs were wrapped around Dawood's hips and her arms were around his neck, She was meeting his thrust with full vigor and was whispering endearments that normally drive me over the hill. But for the fact that it was my wife who was being raped and under threat of her daughter and myself being shot I was enjoying the fucking in front of me. Dawood and Arti were both perfect in body. I also maintain an exercising body but Dawood was better any day. Their coupling was spell binding. It was clear that they were making love to each other, Arti may have been forced into the situation but right now she was enjoying it to the maximum. 

Dawood pulled out of her cunt and with a swift motion turned her. He placed her on all four and was kneeling behind her he pushed his prick inside her again. In this position she was facing me and only a meter away. Her hairs were wet with sweat and her body was also coated with layer of sweat. A lock of her hair was covering her face her breast were dangling and moving with each push. Dawood gave her few minutes of slow strokes in this position. He brought his hands in front and caressed her boobs. She was again climbing the high she was experiencing earlier. With one hand he brought her hair back while continuing to make love to her. Her face was not clear and ecstasy was writ on her face. Dawood signaled one of his nephews to bring something to tie her hair. 

I could not understand this part of it, but then I realized he wanted me to see her face in total lust. It was not enough for him to have forced her to have sex with him, her submission and desire were also not enough he wanted me to witness her want and desire. 




The Journey



I had that drive ahead of me, a journey that I loved and hated in equal measure depending on the weather and the traffic. It was however always worthwhile as at the end of it, nearly 200 miles and about 4 hours later, I would arrive at my holiday / weekend /future retirement home. Overlooking the sea and nestled in an area of idyllic countryside, it was the fulfilment of a dream.

Today the journey would be slightly different as I would be driving on my own. My partner was unable to make it and so, not to miss an opportunity to spend a weekend at my cottage, I set off.

The CD stacker in the car was loaded with "my" music; music that normally caused cries of derision from my family, so today it was Led Zep, Yes, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, Queen and Eric Clapton that would be testing the speakers in the car.

It was still very hot outside as I turned the air conditioning down a touch and off I set.

As I approached the M25 I could see the queue of traffic trying to get onto the slip road ahead of me. "Oh fuck!" I shouted aloud, out doing Robert Plant as he screamed his way through A Whole Lotta Love. This was not a good start to the journey.

I crawled along the M25 laughing at the speed limit signs showing 40 when at time I was lucky if I was doing 4 mph.

At least I was cool, the AC doing its stuff as I looked at the poor people with their windows open desperately trying to get some cool air into their car.

Eventually the sign for the M3 came up and I inched my way across towards the exit. As usual the traffic started to move better now and I was soon on the M3 doing my customary 80+ mph. Unfortunately, nature was indicating that that extra cup of coffee before I left was not a good idea and I would have to stop for a pit stop and relieve my now aching bladder. The next motorway service station was about 20 minutes away, and there was no chance of me getting there without an accident. Thankfully there was an exit before that and I quickly decided that I would take that, and hope and pray that there would be a lay by, bushes or something nearby that would allow me to stop and relieve myself.

As luck would have it within yards of the exit, there was a lay-by with numerous bushes. I screeched to a halt and ran into the bushes, undoing my fly as I ran, hoping I was hidden; I stood by a tree and held my aching prick as the stream of piss soaked the dry tree stem. I sighed with relieve as my bladder emptied and the pain in my stomach subsided. 

With my bladder now empty, I put my prick back inside my boxers and did my fly up. As I turned around and headed out of the bushes I saw a young lady standing by my car.

It was obvious why I had just come out of the bushes and the embarrassment must have been clear to see as she looked at me approach my car. 

She smiled at me as I got closer. She was attractive, in her late 20's and stood about 5 foot 6inches tall, with wavy shoulder length dark blonde hair. She was wearing a short yellow summer dress and was standing beside a fairly large sports bag. 

She didn't move as I unlocked my car and opened the door.

"I am sorry to impose, but could I possibly ask you for a lift?" she said in a soft but well cultured voice. "I tried hitch hiking on the motorway and the police told me off and I haven't had any luck here. God it's hot!" she smiled and looked at me imploringly.

"Where are you going?" I said, immediately wishing I had said no to her request.

"South," she replied. "I saw you come off the motorway, you were heading south but I think you had to make eh, an emergency stop."

I laughed with embarrassment and averted looking at her. "Eh yes, you could say."

"So can I have a lift please, I won't be any problem?"

"OK, jump in; let me take your bag."

I picked up the bag which was really heavy. "My God, what have you got in here, a dead person?" I said as I picked it up and put it on the back seat of my car.

"No, but I wish it was," she said quietly and sighed as she sat down and did her seat belt up. 

I looked at her and noticed her deep blue eyes now had a sadness to them and also, unfortunately, I noticed as the seatbelt tightened her dress to her body, she had the most fantastic breasts that appeared to be bra less. I say unfortunately as I was very reluctant to take a passenger and now I had one that was very attractive. 

I started the car and Robert Plant continued his vocals. "Sorry, old man syndrome reliving his youth," I smiled as I turned the music off.

"Don't be sorry, I like that type of music," she said turning to me and smiling.

I turned the music back on, but at a slightly more sociable volume.

As I headed back to the motorway, she adjusted the vent to better blast the cold air at her face. "Thank you for taking me, I really appreciate it, and thanks for having a car with air conditioning. It's been so hot out there, this is fantastic. I'm Mary by the way."

"Hi Mary, I'm Will. And where would Mary really like to go, apart from South?"

"To be honest I don't know and don't care, I just want to get away."

Alarm bells started going off in my head. Had I picked up a loony?

The concern must have shown on my face as she leant towards me and gently touched my arm. "Hey don't worry, I had better explain. I have just split up from my boyfriend and all my worldly goods are in that bag. I just want to get the hell out of here and away from him and that bitch of a sister of mine so South was the first thing that came into my mind."

"Oh, OK. What will you do when you get to where you want to go, which you don't know where that is," I laughed.

Mary smiled. "Good point, but I will find a BnB or small hotel and book in there and then work out what I will do, as my job is pretty well stuffed now too. Where are you going?"

I told her the name of the village where my house was. 

"Then I will go there. That's decided," she said and sat back and crossed her arms.

I immediately thought of why this was not a good decision, but said nothing as silence enveloped us apart from some fine keyboard work from Rick Wakeman as Yes did their stuff on the CD player.

Mary fiddled with the air vent and I could see why as I looked across at her. The cold air had obviously cooled her down; to such an extent that there was now no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were enlarged and clearly showing as they pushed against her dress. I looked down and saw her legs were long and nicely shaped and tanned. I admonished myself and told myself to concentrate on the road ahead.

Mary sighed and crossed her legs, making her dress ride higher than ever. "I can't believe that bastard did that, and with my bloody sister!" 

"Sorry, did what?" I asked.

"Oh sorry, it's just my useless ex-boyfriend."

"Right, I see." But I didn't. I didn't have a clue.

"I came home from work early," she sighed, the emotion clear in her voice, "I work at a local pub as a manageress, to find my sister in my bed with my boyfriend. And while the term may be sleeping together, what I saw them doing certainly wasn't sleeping!"

"Oh, I see," and now I was beginning to!

"They just looked at me as I lost the plot. They stayed in bed as I screamed and shouted and ran around getting my stuff and filling the bag. And that's why it's so heavy. I had no idea. Not a clue. I didn't think there was anything wrong with our relationship. I have no idea how long he has been shagging my sister. Of all the people, you would think you could trust your own family."

"Yes," I nodded.

"There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him in bed," she sighed again, probably realising that this was too much information before adding, "men eh?" and turning to me and smiling.

"We are not all bad, you know?" I said trying to stick up for me fellow male species.

"Still, I suppose it is better that he shagged my sister rather than my brother," she laughed.

"Yea, that is true," I replied wondering where this conversation was going.

We then chatted away about the weather, the music, the countryside and before I knew it we were approaching my village. 

"We are here now," I said as I pulled over to the side of the road. "My house is just down the road, but there is a small hotel just down this side street."

I pointed to the small street and Mary nodded.

"Will, thanks a million, I really appreciate the lift," she said as she got out of the car.

"Are you sure you will be alright with that bag?" I asked as she opened the back door and lifted it out of the car.

"No problem, I am a big girl!" she smiled as she slammed the door shut.

I waved and drove off looking in the mirror and seeing her head towards the road I had pointed out. Within minutes I had arrived at my house, parked the car, turned the hot water on, unpacked my clothes, and I was sitting down admiring the view as the sun was setting. I had a glass of wine beside me as I started to go through the normal pile of junk mail that comes through the door, when the doorbell rang.

Somewhat surprised and expecting a neighbour to be there and tell me some tale of woe, I was amazed to see Mary standing on the doorstep.

"Hello again!" I said as she looked at me with those deep blue eyes looking as though she was close to tears.

"Hello, I am so sorry; I don't know what to do. The hotel is full. They haven't got any vacancies. I know it's a cheek, but you couldn't possible put me up for the night could you? I am so sorry and I won't cause you any problem. Please Will. I am in the middle of nowhere and don't have a clue what else I can do."

"Ok, ok!" I said. "Come in, let's get you sorted," as I reached down and picked up her bag. "Come this way, I will show you the guest room."

Mary followed me gushing her appreciation and thanks.

"See, not all men are bastards," I said smiling at her as I put her bag at the bottom of the bed.

Get yourself sorted and come and join me for a glass of wine before we decide what to eat. I guess you must be starving!"

"Yes I am, and thanks again. Would you mind if I had a shower?"

"Of course not, make yourself at home. The en-suite is through that door, and I am in the lounge when you want the drink," I said pointing to the lounge virtually opposite her room.

I left her to sort her stuff out and sat down and nursed my wine and wondered what on earth I had got myself into. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running water. Mary was in the shower and my imagination was running wild with me picturing her firm breasts and hard nipples being soaped, before her hands moved lower and over her stomach and down further to her pussy. She would wash between her legs. Would she have a shaved pussy or would she be natural. As my thoughts continued the water was turned off and I was aware that I had a budding erection. What in hells name was I thinking of?

Taking a sip of wine, I took the pile of junk mail and put it in the bin outside. Returning, Mary was now heading to the lounge and I saw her behind for the first time, perfectly shaped in a pair of tight skinny jeans. She was wearing a loose t shirt and her hair was towelled dry and laying loosely on her shoulders.

"Hi, that better?" I asked startling her as she turned around to see me.

"Yes, much better, thanks. Now I believe you said something about wine?"

"Of course, colour?"

"White please on a hot day like today."

"Coming up."

I poured her a glass of chilled Sancerre and returned to the lounge.

"Here you are," I said handing her the glass and picking up mine. "Here's to the future, whatever that may bring for you."

We raised our glasses and clinked them. "Cheers," she said smiling. "Thanks again and to the future."

"Now I hate to be practical, but if we don't hurry up, you will miss the opportunity to have the world's best fish and chips, so would Madame wish to partake?" I asked.

"Oh God yes please. I could eat a horse and chase after the rider. I'm starving!"

"Right, you sit here and relax and I will get them before the chippy shuts."

I was soon back home with two steaming piles of fish and chips that we sat down in the kitchen and devoured.

"You are right Will, they probably are the world's best fish and chips. Thank you, again!" she said pushing the empty plate away from herself.

"Fancy a nightcap?" I asked looking at empty wine glass.

"Yes please," she replied smiling at me as I went to get the bottle.

"Let's go into the lounge." 

Mary followed me and we sat in silence nursing our drinks.

"You haven't told me anything about yourself Will, and you must know everything about me!"

"Not much to say really," I replied. "Middle aged man, living with partner. Normal boring bloke really!" I added shrugging my shoulders.

"No, you are selling yourself short," Mary said with feeling. "You have been my saviour today!"

I smiled at her. She really was very attractive I thought to myself. If I was a younger man.....my thoughts were interrupted.

"Well thanks again," Mary said as she drained her glass. "You really have helped a damsel in distress. Sweet dreams!"

"Yes, I hope you sleep well. Sweet dreams for you too, and he probably isn't worth losing sleep over. Neither is your sister."

Mary nodded and bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sleep tight Will, don't let the beg bugs bite!"

"Now be off with you before I put you over my knee!" I laughed.

She left the room, but not before she cheekily glanced over her shoulder, winked at me and said "promises promises!"

Well I don't know about Mary, but my sleep was fitful as I had dreams about her in the bed just along the corridor from me. Was she wearing any clothes? My thoughts from her shower returned, I pictured her cleaning herself, her secret places. I wondered what would have happened if I had continued the banter about putting her over my knee. Eventually I did sleep, but woke early with a massive hard erection that needed sorting.

I slowly stroked myself, aware of how aroused I was and imagining my hand was Mary's. She had made a comment about doing anything her boyfriend wanted to do in bed. Was she an adventurous girl in the bedroom? I imagined her sucking me, licking me, deep throating me. I imagined licking her; I imagined her climbing on top, impaling herself on my hard prick. I was stroking harder and faster. The outcome was clear and close. I came as spurt after spurt of white cum landed on my chest and belly. My breathing slowly returned to normal as I heard noises in the kitchen. 

I quickly cleaned myself up, put a dressing gown on and headed to the kitchen where Mary was standing by the kettle. At my age it takes time to get ready for action again, sexually speaking, but I could feel myself harden as I saw her standing in a skimpy low cut tee-shirt and shorts. 

"Hey, good morning Will!" she said. "I was going to make an executive decision and make you coffee, you look like a coffee person," she smiled as I nodded.

We sat down and had breakfast as I tried not to stare at her long legs and unfettered breasts under her tee shirt. With more than a hint of cleavage on show, it was very difficult.

"I shall be out of your hair soon," Mary said. "I will go to Southampton and sort something out, but I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you have done for me."

"Don't feel you have to rush. Spend the weekend here if you like. It will be nice to have some company," I said, totally unsure where the idea came from. What one earth was I saying and intimating. 

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes, really," I answered.

"Well that would be great, if you are sure?"

I nodded.

"Well I will pull my weight; otherwise you will put me over your knees!"

I smiled at her and stopped myself imagining her over my knees as I caressed her beautiful bum. "Ok, that's sorted then, you can stay. I will find some nice things for you to do." 

A flash of concern crossed her face, but then she noticed I was smiling. 

"First things first, I will get some shopping done for dinner and so on, you clear the kitchen up by which time it will probably be warm enough for you to enjoy the garden and you can sun bathe while I potter around. How's that?"

Mary's face lit up. "Well it's a bit of a hardship, but I will try and manage," she said sarcastically

I quickly showered and dressed and went to the shops, bought some good steaks for a BBQ that evening and was now looking forward to spending some time with Mary, but telling myself to behave!

I put the shopping away and went looking for Mary. I soon found her and my new found plan to behave nearly stopped there and then. Mary was indeed sunbathing. She was on the patio, lying on her stomach, topless with a tiny thong doing its best to hide her private parts.

"Hi Will!" she shouted, sitting up and making no attempt to hide her most fantastic firm and beautifully proportioned breasts.

It was impossible for me not to stare.

"You don't mind do you?"

"Eh?" I replied lifting my gaze to her face.

"This, these. Being topless."

"Eh, no. Not at all," I said returning my stare to her boobs.

"They are only a pair of tits and topless bathing is widely accepted, I don't have an issue, but of it makes you uncomfortable..."

"No not at all, do as you please. I was just a little shocked and I have to say they, er, you are gorgeous. You can sun bathe nude if you want, I don't care and you can't be seen."

Oh my God, where did that come from! I couldn't believe I said that.

"Thank you; I may well do that if you don't mind."

"Not at all, I wouldn't have said it otherwise, I am very broad minded. Anyway, I will be pottering in the garden, lunch will be a salad and steaks from the BBQ for dinner. OK?"

"Perfect, thanks Will."

Mary then walked up to me, leant forward so her hard nipples touched my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Will. You really are looking after me after my shit day yesterday."

I then went off and did some work in the garden and returned to the patio to see Mary still soaking up the sun, but this time lying on her back, her firm breasts, topped with hard nipples lying proud. Her flat stomach led down to her thong. There was just a sliver of material that covered her pussy from my prying eyes.

"Hi Mary, lunch calleth!"

Mary quickly got up and, again without a shadow of embarrassment smiled at me as I took in the beauty in front of me.

"Great, it's been a stressful morning; I need some food to build up my energy."

We quickly prepared a salad lunch and I tried my best not to look at her boobs. We shared a bottle of white wine and talked and laughed like old friends.

"So Will, what are the plans for this afternoon?" Mary asked.

"Nothing much, this is my place for RnR!" I replied.

"So enjoy the weather, why don't you sun bathe. Get some sun onto that body of yours."

"Ok, sounds a good idea," I said as I thought about exposing my flabby middle aged body infront of Mary,

With lunch cleared, Mary retuned to the patio and resumed her stressful activity of sunbathing. I soon joined her and tried not to feel self-conscious of my less than Adonis like physic. 

I lay beside her and she looked up at me and smiled. "Will I really appreciate what you have done for me, I feel so much better after what happened 24 hours ago. It seems like a different world and I know I will be OK."

She leant over and gave me a peck on the cheek, and once again I felt her breasts touching me. 

We lay in silence for ages until Mary sat up. "Will, did you mean what you said this morning?"

"What was that?" I replied.

"About sunbathing nude. I have never done it and I think it would be very liberating."

"Of course, if you want to. Shall I go in?"

"No, don't be silly. Why should you. I just don't want to embarrass you."

"You won't," I said silently imploring her to remove that tiny piece of cloth.




The Journey



"OK then," she said as she swiftly stepped out of her thong and lay down on her back with her legs slightly apart.

I quickly looked and saw that her pussy was covered by a thin landing strip of light hair. I so wanted to look and then maybe explore it but my sensible side took over and I averted my gaze.

"Will, won't you join me?"

"Sorry?"

"Why don't you bathe in the nude? It's really nice."

"Oh, I don't know."

"Look Will, all women have boobs and pussys and bums and broadly they all look the same. All men have pricks and balls and I hate to say it, but they are all similar, not that I have seen that many of course!"

"Yes, I guess you are right," I said.

"So come on, drop 'em!" Mary laughed.

From where the bravado came from I don't know, but I quickly dropped my shorts and lay down, my flaccid 6 ½ inches of cock lying against my thigh.

"That's better Will," Mary said turning onto her front and allowing me a look at her firm and so delectable buttocks. 

As I looked at her bum, I could sense myself starting to gain an erection. "Oh no," I thought to myself!

I turned over onto my front to try and avoid my budding erection becoming obvious. 

The silence was broken by Mary saying: "Will, will you rub some suntan cream into my back please?" 

My initial reaction was "Oh my God, no!" but before I could say anything, Mary stood up and stood beside me. "Please Will, I think I'm burning." She turned around with the intention of showing her back but as I turned onto my side I found it very difficult not to concentrate my gaze on her firm buttocks. She bent over to retrieve some sun tan cream from her bag, which allowed me the briefest glimpse of her hidden crack, which obviously had an effect on my semi-hard on.

Mary handed me the lotion and lay down beside me. I got up, aware of my semi hard on and squirted some lotion onto her back and started to rub it in whilst trying my best to keep my prick from touching her body, knowing that the instance it would touch her, it would harden.

Mary moaned as I rubbed her back. "Go lower," she mumbled as I put more lotion onto her lower back. I was soon near her pert buttocks and the effect it was having on me couldn't be hidden.

"That's nice, really nice," Mary said as I kneeded her buttocks. Involuntarily or nor, she slightly opened her legs and as I started to put lotion on her legs, the temptation to go higher and touch her pussy was almost too much to bear.

"Will you do my front, Will?" Mary asked as I finished her legs.

I didn't answer, but she turned over and I silently squirted some lotion on her shoulders and worked it in then went lower and without asking felt her breasts and marvelled as her nipples hardened to my touch. I heard Mary gasp as I rubbed lotion into her breasts and then my exploring hands went lower. I saw her open her legs as I rubbed lotion into her flat hard stomach and then down her legs. Her pussy lips were engorged and I could just make out her clit beginning to poke out but I restrained myself and didn't touch her sex, despite her opening her legs a bit more.

I soon finished her legs, rubbing lotion tantalisingly close to her slit, but I stopped myself.

There was no point hiding my arousal, I was now fully hard. Mary sat up and said, "thank you, I should do you, you don't want to burn do you?"

I quickly lay on my front as Mark rubbed lotion into my back, my buttocks and legs, her hands getting very close to my balls as I opened my legs to allow her to rub the oil into them.

"Turn over Will," she commanded.

I did as she asked and was immediately aware that she must see my arousal. Without comment she started rubbing the lotion into my chest and was soon rubbing it into my stomach. I felt her touch my prick. Slowly she moved it and rubbed lotion around it and then started on my legs. I was beside myself with lust and as if reading my mind she slowly touched my prick again. This time her touch had nothing to do with rubbing sun tan lotion into me. This was sex. She slowly started rubbing me. She was wanking me. Her slick hands rubbing up and down my hardness making my foreskin slide over the head of my prick.

"Ok?" she quietly asked.

"Yes," I grunted as she continued her attack on my hardness.

She knew exactly how hard to hold me and how fast to stroke me as she took my arousal to another level.

"Mary, I am going to cum!" I cried out as I felt the tell-tale tingle deep inside me.

"Good, I want to see," she said as she cupped my balls and continued her expert hand job.

"Oh God, Yes!" I cried out as I felt my orgasm approach and I started to cum and spurt after spurt of cum came out of my prick. Mary milked me dry and then smiled at me as she looked at the cum covering me and her hand. 

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did?" she asked.

I could only nod as my breathing returned to normal.

Mary got up, offering me another tantalisingly brief view of her sex and soon returned with a damp towel and cleaned both of us up.

"My turn next, but first I need some more rays!" she said as she lay on her front and lewdly opened her legs.

The afternoon passed with us verbally teasing each other before our hunger decided that food was required. Unspokenly we both dressed, me in my shorts and Mary in her skimpy tee shirt and tiny jean shorts, before I fired up the BBQ and prepared the steaks.

As I stood in the kitchen Mary stood beside me and looked up at me. "Will, I have said this before, but I really want to thank you for letting me stay here and for all you have done for me." She then put her hands around my neck and pulled me to her and kissed me. Before I knew it we were having a deep and passionate kiss with our tongues fighting each other.

We broke off our kiss, both aware that it had been very special and intimate.

With the steaks, I poured some nice red wine and we chatted about all things immaterial until somehow we got on to the subject of her ex-boyfriend and sister.

"I couldn't believe it!" Mary exclaimed. "I walked into the bedroom and there she was, my slapper of a sister on all fours being fucked up the arse by my boyfriend!"

"Oh my God!" was the best I could respond with.

"And she was urging him to do it harder. Yes, harder she was crying! I know he likes it that way, but why with her? It wasn't as if I denied him!"

I sensed Mary was getting emotional, so I gave her a hug. 

She dissolved into tears as I held her, unfortunately the thought of her being taken up the bum deeply embedded in my brain as I tried to help her by giving her a hug.

"Come on, that's enough Mary, let's have another drink," I said trying to lighten the moment.

We sat down and I poured some more wine. "I'm sorry," sniffed Mary 

"It's OK, don't worry, it's understandable, you have had an emotional day or so."

"Yea, I guess so, but thank God I met you. You have been so kind and supportive."

"Well thank you, but I haven't done much."

"Apart from the lift, the food, accommodation and moral support, plus a very nice line in hugs and back rub!" she replied smiling.

"Ok, but you give a good rub yourself you naughty girl!"

"I didn't hear you complain."

I laughed, "No that's true."

The room went quiet. "So we have a choice. We can sit here and get pissed, watch a film, or go for a walk. What would you like to do?"

"Let's do two of them," Mary instantly replied. "Watch a film and get pissed."

"OK, I'll get the wine, the DVD's are in that cupboard, you chose the film."

Mary chose a chick flick and as I poured the wine she loaded the film and then came and sat next to me on the sofa, snuggling up close.

We started watching the film and I felt her snuggle closer. I looked down at her and she looked up and smiled. Leaning closer to me she lightly kissed me on the lips. "Thanks Will."

I smiled and kissed her. She opened her lips and our tongues gently touched. I moved so I could be more comfortable and our kissing continued and intensified in its passion. The film was forgotten as we kissed and moaned. I felt her hand move and it started holding me tighter against her, she was caressing my back, moaning as our tongues fought.

I moved my hand and gently stroked her back, feeling her relax as I did so. Her tee shirt was rising and I felt bare flesh and I started stroking her back under her shirt.

Mary broke off the kiss but kept hugging me and stroking, almost massaging, my back. I was doing likewise and she gently kissed my neck and purred, "that's nice Will, that is making me so relaxed."

She moved and started kissing me. I decided to be bold and tried to remove her top. We briefly broke off our kissing as she swiftly lifted her top over her head, allowing me to see her boobs again. I reached out and cupped one, feeling the firmness and gently stroked it.

As my thumb touched her hard nipple, I felt her judder and the nipple harden. "Oh, yes," she said quietly. 

"Lay down Mary," I said and she did looking up at me almost like a lost child.

I lay beside her and kissed her as I touched and stroked her boobs. Stopping the kiss I moved down and gently licked and sucked her nipples, one after the other. She cupped her breast and almost forced it into my mouth, arching her back as she did.

"Oh that is so good!" she moaned.

I let my hand roam down and across her flat stomach, gently stroking her as I continued licking and sucking her breasts and nipples.

My hand reached the top of her jeans. I undid the clasp and lowered the zip. Mary meanwhile raised her bum and pushed the jeans and her panties down and off. She was now totally naked and my hand continued its voyage of discovery while my mouth continued to enjoy making her nipples ever harder.

Mary opened her legs, encouraging me to explore her. I felt the heat and wetness as my hand slid over her sparse pubic hair and along her crack. I touched her pussy lips and then gently slid a finger deep inside her cunt, feeling her muscles grab my finger as I entered her. I stopped sucking her boobs and started kissing her as I slid my finger in and out of her hole. Our kissing got even more passionate as I alternated finger fucking her and ever so gently rubbing her clitoris.

She was urging me on with her moans of ecstasy but I wanted to taste her, I wanted to make her cum with my tongue, so I stopped kissing her and moved so that I was between her legs, looking at my finger fucking her. I removed my finger and replaced it with my tongue, going as far inside her as I could. She was so wet and tasted fantastic as I then licked her pussy lips and started licking her engorged clit. I put one, then two fingers inside her and found her g-spot as I licked and sucked on her clit.

"Oh yes, yes!" she cried as she bucked against me, obviously close to cumming. "Fuck yes, just there Will!"

She was bucking harder and harder and then she grabbed my head, forcing it hard against her pussy as time then froze for her. She arched her back and then stopped moving and let out an earth shattering cry "Yessssssssssssss!" as I felt her muscles deep inside her grab my fingers, and my face was covered in her cum. 

She let go of my head and relaxed her body so she was lying down again as I moved and looked at her pussy, its lips puffed up and a wet patch on the sofa between her legs clearly indicating her enjoyment. I looked at her, her eyes shut, breasts heaving as she tried to get her breath back. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Wow, that was a biggy!" 

I smiled back at her not knowing what to say. 

She held her arms out, "Give me a hug."

I slid up and hugged her, aware of her total nudity and me still being dressed. Mary kissed me and then forced me onto my back. She straddled me and made me take my tee-shirt off, before bending down and licking my nipples, while looking at me lustfully. I was silent and just let her take charge. She moved down my legs as she started stroking and licking down my chest and stomach. Reaching the waist band of my trousers she undid the belt and clasp and lowered my zip. Grabbing the waist band I lifted my bum and she lowered my trousers and threw them on the floor. She couldn't have helped but see my erection as she carefully lowered my boxer shorts which joined my trousers on the floor. She ever so gently stroked my hard prick, covering and uncovering the head with my foreskin. I put my head down and shut my eyes, enjoying the feelings until a new sensation was felt. A warm wetness engulfed my prick as she put it in her mouth. She was now alternating sucking and licking me while gently stroking me.

"Oh God Mary, that is heaven!" I sighed.

"Good, enjoy!" she said before filling her mouth with my cock. 

As if aware of things, Mary knew that I wouldn't last long and she stopped sucking me and moved up my body and straddled my waist. Raising herself she gently grabbed my hard cock and lowered herself onto me. Leaning forward she kissed me as she raised and lowered herself.

I grabbed her buttocks and stroked her, feeling her rear hole and gently massaging it. That elicited a small gasp and a quiet: "Yes, put it in if you want to." 

Her rear hole was wet from all the pussy juice that she had recently produced and my finger slid in easily. 

"Yes, that's nice, so nice," she said sitting up a bit. 

I was so close to cumming but I wanted to last, but knew I wouldn't be able to.

"Mary, I am nearly there!" I cried.

"Cum in me, it's OK!" Mary cried as she rode me harder and faster. The angle now made it harder to enter her anally with my finger so I held her bum cheeks as she rode me to orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" I cried as I felt myself spurt deep inside her and held her tightly.

She looked at me and smiled as she dismounted me and looked at my flaccid prick covered in a mixture of my cum and her pussy juices.

"I think we should clean up," she said softly, as she walked out of the room, soon returning with some tissues.

Having cleaned ourselves we sat hugging each other looking at what was left of the film.

As the credits rolled, Mary looked at me, smiled, gave me a brief kiss and said: "Crap film anyway, but what happened in the middle?"

"Behave!" I laughed.

"Why, if I don't will you put me over your knees?"

I laughed again, "You would probably like that!"

"Yes, I probably would."

It then went quiet again, until Mary moved and sat on my lap, facing me. I was spent but I could feel the heat and wetness from her pussy against my cock. She put her arms around me and we started kissing again. Although I knew I was unlikely to be able to rise to the occasion, I was seriously turned on and started stroking her back, moving lower to her bum cheeks.

They were so firm and perfect for my exploring hands as I kneaded them and stroked them. Our kissing intensified as I explored and felt between her cheeks, feeling her bum hole open and wet. As I had done before I gently probed and Mary forced herself down onto my finger.

With my other hand, I put it in front of me and lowered it and started to play with her clit and pussy lips and then entered her. 

I was now really finger fucking her in both holes.

"Oh yes, make me cum!" Mary cried as I continued my fingering.

"Yes, yes!" she shouted as she forced herself down on me and held me tightly.

"I'm nearly there, for fucks sake don't stop, harder, finger me harder, yes, yes oh my fucking god yes I am cumming, yes that's it oh FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!"

Mary froze, as I felt her bum and pussy tighten around my fingers. I felt her soak my hand as she came. I slowly and gently removed my fingers from her holes and held her tightly as she recovered.

With her breathing back to normal she went to stand up. Smiling at me she stood in front of me with a glazed but satisfied expression.

"Will, you will be the death of me, I have never ever cum like you make me cum!"

"I don't know what to say Mary, but I do like making you cum."

"Well I am done, and I think so are you," she said looking at my flaccid cock. "So let's go to bed."

We hugged each other and kissed each other goodnight and slept the sleep of the dead.

I awake in the morning to find myself on my own. Heading for the kitchen there was no sign of Mary. I put the kettle on and noticed a letter on the side.

"Will,

You have been a saviour to me, thanks so much, but I have to move on and as I don't like long and emotional good-buys, I have gone quickly and quietly.

I cannot tell you how much your kindness meant to me and the other things we got up to were pretty special too!

Anyway, I will always remember you and this weekend was brilliant thanks to you.

I will try and get something in Southampton, so you never know we may bump into each other.

Thanks again

Mary

XX"



The Journey



The year is set in 2205 in a post-apocalyptic world. It was a hot day in the desert, almost sweltering. One woman, a random traveler by the name of Tanya walks throughout the desert looking for a village to get something to eat. Being a vagabond by choice, she was learning how to survive on her in this harsh environment. But this land was treacherous and filled with untold dangers. 

Tanya was a short light-skinned woman with brown hair around 28 years old. She was also naked, wearing nothing but a necklace, some old sandals and a handbag. She had some great attributes: big breasts, wide hips, plump thighs, a shaved pussy and an incredibly large butt. 

"Oh, it's so freaking hot." said an annoyed Tanya. She had been walking through the desert for days and hasn't once found any trace of civilization. Just as she was about to curse God, she saw an oasis not too far from her. She was excited not-the-less. She ran to the oasis as fast as she could, her big tits bouncing up and down. When she finally reaches it, she gets on her knees and splashes herself with water like there was no tomorrow. 

"I can't believe it, it's really real." said an amazed Tanya as she began to drink the water. After she had replenished herself and filled up her canteen, she decided to rest a spell. She sat on a rock under the palm tree, the smooth coolness of the rock felt good under her bare ass. Tanya felt like her luck was changing but just as she was feeling optimistic, she heard a sound. "What was that?" she said alerted. Tanya looked around but saw nothing. But when she turned around she saw a group of long dick men! Tanya quickly got up in shock and viewed them. There were 4 of them in all and they wore nothing but gas masks, gloves and boots. The leader, the biggest guy in the bunch wore a cloak. 

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the leader asked with a devious smile. 

"Looks like a sexy ass babe to me." The shorter henchman said licking his lips. Tanya stepped backed a bit nervously. 

The leader decided to break the situation down to Tanya. "How's it going doll-face, the name's Storm. You see honey, me and my crew run this part of the desert, no one passes this part without paying a toll." explained the leader proudly. 

"Please, I don't have very much to spare." said Tanya. She had some pieces of gold and silver and some objects worth trading for but that was it. She ran out of food this morning after eating her last loaf of bread.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I'm sure you got some "assets" that we can take from you." said the leader looking at her with a naughty grin and looking at her boobs and pussy. Tanya knew what he was talking about. Growing up as a teen with a larger-than average-behind, she heard too many of those lame "big ass" jokes not to know what he was talking about. 

Storm looked at her big breasts and shaved pussy with lust. "So why don't you just get on your knees and assume the position girl, I'd hate to rough up that nice body of yours." 

"Please, stay away from me I'm warning you." Tanya told the bandits. The men snickered and started to close in on her.

She wanted to run but they soon surrounded her. Then one of them grabbed her from behind, getting his dick stuck between her sweaty buttcheeks. The others cheered and started to close in but then she elbowed the first one really hard in the stomach and pushed him to the ground. She then quickly went got her mace from her purse and sprayed the second one in the face, blinding him in pain. The leader, hell-bent on fucking her, pushed his ally out of the way and charged at her. He grabbed her boobs and threw her to the ground. His dick was in between her tits fucking them. Tanya managed to reach her mace while the leader was distracted and sprayed a ton in his eyes before he had his way with her. Then he pushed him off her and she ran as fast as she could. Her fat ass was bouncing up and down as she ran away. While the others tended to their bosses' wounds, their leader yelled a promise to Tanya: 

"Mark my words, you big ass bimbo, I'll get that pussy and whoop your ass if it's the last thing I do!" Yelled a vengeful Storm as he sat on the ground. 

Tanya looked back with a sigh and said "Not if I keep running and don't come back, you won't."

***

Tanya kept running until she couldn't see them anymore. Tired, she stopped and drunk some water and walked from then on. Beads of sweat ran down all over her body. After she had regained her energy, she continues her path until she finally reaches a small town in the middle of the desert. Once she enters the town, she discovered that many of the townspeople were nude like her. Tanya walked through the town and noticed a bar within her reach. Hungry, she goes in to get some food. She went up to the counter took up a seat and the bartender asked her: 

"What'll you have honey?" 

Tanya was anxious for some food. "Uh, I'll take a burger and a ginger-ale; I've had a tiring day." 

"Coming right up." The bartender said cheerily. 

As she was being served her food, she was approached by another stranger. This stranger was a thick well-toned woman with long black hair a skin tone that was tanned and brown. She wore nothing but a cowboy hat, boots and a small vest. She had large breasts, big nipples, and a big, bulbous butt with a tattoo on it that said "No Wimps Allowed." She copped a seat next to Tanya and said: 

"What's up newcomer looks like you've had a hell of a rough day." 

Tanya made a big sigh and a bit of chuckle. "Sister, you don't even know." 

She looked at her with a friendly grin. "Well they say it takes the edge off if you talk about it. Oh, by the way, my name's Crystal." 

Tanya looked at her before taking a gulp of her drink. "Nice to meet you, I'm Tanya and since you want me to share, I got ambushed by a bunch of thugs in the desert but I managed to escape." 

Crystal looked at her with concern and asked "Was one of them a tall guy wearing a cloak?" 

Tanya replied with her own question "Yeah you know him?"

"Yeah, he calls himself Storm. He's a desert pirate that lives in the desert with this crew and robs weary travelers sometimes killing them. He also likes to come into town and cause trouble." 

Tanya sips her drink. "Hmm, sounds a lot like him."

"He's also got a thing for molesting full-bodied women. Y' know, women with big tits, fat asses, kind of like us."

"How do you know so much about this guy?" Tanya asked curiously? 

Crystal swirled her drink in her hand. "I had a run-in with him a few years back. He tried to take a piece of my ass but I was having none of it. By sheer luck, I got away." 

Tanya scratched her head. "Damn, all this trouble just to get to New Las Vegas."

"Wait a minute, you trying to go to New Las Vegas." 

"Yeah, that's why I'm traveling. I heard it's got untold riches and treasures in the city but I keep running into trouble for some reason." 

"Hmm, sounds promising. Listen, I'll make you a deal. I'll help you get to New Las Vegas safely and you'll give me a cut of the dough when we get there. What do you say?"

Tanya started to contemplate. "Well I could use the extra help. I'd say you got yourself a deal."

"Excellent, you won't be disappointed. Besides us big butt women have to look out for each other." 

"Yeah, you got that right." Tanya laughs. "Come on Crystal, let's get out of here."

"Alright, cool. We'll take my truck."

After Tanya had finished her meal, she walked out the bar with Crystal to continue the journey to New Las Vegas. They loaded their supplies onto her truck and drove steadily down the road. They rode into the remote parts of the desert to find the lost city. 

Tanya was excited. "This is great, we're making great time."

"Yeah, I pulled a lot of strings to get this bad boy." Said Crystal. 

"Hey, Crystal what's the story with you?"

"Well, you can say I'm a bit of a bounty hunter. I travel the land hunting bad guys and throwing them in the slammer."

"Wow, that's cool how do you do it?"

Crystal started to explain. "Eh, well you see, I mostly hunt down men. My lack of clothing comes in handy as men tend to think with their dicks half the time. When I find them, they don't take me seriously they just drool looking at my curvy body, that is until I come bustin' out with both guns blazing. Then I tag 'em and bag 'em."

"Whoa that's amazing." Said Tanya impressed. 

Crystal then asked: "So anyway how far is this place?"

"It's not too far; it'll probably take a day or two to get there by truck." Tanya answered.

Crystal adjusted her mirror. "Oh, that works we could definitely- oh shit!"

"What's wrong?" asked Tanya? 

"We got another truck on our tail!"

As Crystal looked in the mirror more closely and she realizes that the passengers of said truck were Storm and his crew chasing them down with the intent to fuck them brutally! The girls both knew that if those bandits get their hands on them, they can expect to get gangbanged so they start to develop a strategy of defense. Crystal hands Tanya a handgun and tells her to shoot them. She starts to fire to the weapon and while she was able to hold them at bay for some time; she was unable to do any real damage. Meanwhile Crystal struggles to shake them but just then Tanya shoots the front of the bandits' truck and it starts to lose control. Just as Crystal was about to pat her on the back, the bandits respond with return fire. They shoot out one of the girls' tires, causing their truck to spiral out of control and crash. The impact knocks both the girls unconscious.

***

When they wake up, the girls find out that they've both been tied up. Over yonder, they notice that the bandits are salvaging what was left of their totaled vehicle and taking whatever valuables that survived the crash. They struggle to get out of their constraints but find it difficult. Just then, Storm makes his way towards them and observes their current condition. 

He crosses his arms and smiles. "Well, don't you two look cute tied up like that?" says Storm in a satisfied tone. 

"Piss off and let us go, Storm." ordered Crystal. The rest of Storm's crew soon joined them with big grins and semi-erect cocks.

"Wish I could Crystal, but that's not possible. You see we want some tail and that's exactly what we're gonna get, you hear?" 

"Oh hell, this is bad." thought Tanya. 

All of the bandits were sporting erections. They started rubbing their hard dicks in anticipation of the fucking that was about to go between them and their reluctant hostages. The men elated by the fact that they had two Amazonian-like women to screw, they started to discuss how the orgy was going to work exactly. 

Storm turned to his men. "Alright guys, I got a grudge with the shorter one so you can all fuck Crystal." 

"Damn you Storm, I'll make pay for this!" 

"I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. Hey guys take her over there and fuck her, I want some private time with her friend." demanded Storm. 

His men agreed to the terms, gave their leader some privacy and started to play with Crystal. They rubbed their sweaty balls on her face branding her with their man smell. Then one of them fondled her immaculate breasts while another slapped her fat ass. Despite the fact that Crystal hated her situation and wanted to kill these thugs, she couldn't help but be aroused by it all. It had been a long time since she had some dick and she had three to satisfy her. Her nipples soon became hard and her pussy was dripping wet. At that point all she cared about was getting some dick in her mouth. Then the third bandit came up to her and asked: 

"Hey sexy, how would you like to have all your holes filled with 3 big cocks?"

Crystal gave an annoyed look. "So be it, but do you see the tattoo on my ass, you better not disappoint me." 

The bandit responded by shoving his cock in her mouth. The other two followed his lead by sitting her up and fucking both her ass and pussy. They fucked all her orifices simultaneously and moaned like wild animals. She relished in the orgy, the control they had over her and the rough treatment was just mind-blowing. Overcome with pleasure, they stripped her of her rope and continued fucking her. 

One of the men shouted "Oh, yeah take my dick, you fat ass slut!" 

To which she replied: "Shut up and keep screwing my holes, you dirty bums!"

Meanwhile, Storm and Tanya were briefly observing how their friends were getting along and were both somewhat surprised with how it was turning out. Then Storm decided to have a little small talk with Tanya before he gets his payback. 

"Well, I got to say your friend over there is having a lot of fun with the boys." He snickers a little. She doesn't respond, she just looks away disappointed. 

"Now it's your turn. You thought I was bullshitting when I said I was going to get you back? You were wrong."

Storm gripped his enormous dick and started slapping her with it. Drops of precum flew out with each slap before he finally forced his way into her mouth. He grabs her head and begun to skull-fuck her. He enjoys the sensational feeling as he shoves it down her throat. Tanya slobbers and spits constantly while she was fed that big meat log. Storm forced it down so hard that she started to gag and choke. Amused, he removed his cock from her mouth and he asked:

"What's wrong? Can't handle 9 inches?" as he laughed. 

"Piss off, count yourself lucky that I didn't bite you." Tanya said angrily. 

Storm's eyes then wandered to her lower regions. "Your mouth can't take it but I'm sure that big ass of yours can." Curiously, he grabbed Tanya and bent her over to get a better view of her ass. Once he did, Storm enjoyed a pleasing view of her big bubbly ass. He started rubbing and kissing on it. He then started to probe her asshole with his tongue, licking it preparing for the big entrance. Tanya was nervous but she felt weird that he was so aroused with her shapely behind. Finally Storm finished by hocking a loogie in her ass and then he jammed his dick up her butt. 

"Yeah, take this dick, bitch!"

Tanya screamed "No, not the ass!"

He fucked like a beast as he relentlessly slammed her from the back. He just kept pounding into her like there no tomorrow savoring the moment filled with sweat and desire. Tanya tried to keep her wits but the sheer pumping she was getting from her partner was too much to bear. While she hated to admit it, Tanya loved getting ass-fucked by the big hard cock. Her bubble butt cheeks were slamming into Storm's crotch, much to his delight. The fucking got so hot; Storm eventually ripped off her rope and then began to fuck her pussy. After a long session, he finally pulled out and came all over Tanya's face and then both fell unconscious. Soon after, Storm's men all came on Crystal and they all got knocked out in the fashion. 

***

When Storm and his men awake from their slumber, they find that they have been tied up by Tanya and Crystal. As Storm begins to get his mind resituated, he discovers that Tanya has the keys to his truck in her hand. All the while, both girls smile at them. 

Crystal bends down grinning. "I got to hand it to you, you guys really know how to use those big cocks, wish I could say the same for your brains."

One of the bandits scream: "Let us go damn it."

Tanya looks down at them and says. "That's not possible boys. Our truck is totaled so we're gonna have to borrow yours for a while, you know how it is."

"We'll send you an I.O.U." Crystal says with a smile. 

"I'll make you suffer for this." Storm replies. 

Crystal bends down at his face, gives him a kiss and says: "We'll burn that bridge when we come to it, Ciao." 

And with that, the girls left them tied up and set off in the bandits' truck in search for gold and treasure. Their heads held high, they move on towards their goal. Will they make it? Who knows? Probably but they'll get into some craziness along the way. 

The End. 



The Journey



Tom couldn't believe he was wearing a CB-6000 chastity device while driving to Knoxville to actually meet face to face with Jason. He and Jason had been chatting on a kink oriented website for the last few months. Jason had asked him to buy the CB6000 and Tom found himself incredibly eager to comply with Jasons' desire. Jason had asked him to wear it while they chatted online, and had even begun to suggest that he wear it for a few hours in the evenings.  Tom was a lifelong transvestite. As a kid he appeared to the world as an athletic rough and tumble boy, but he secretly loved to dress very feminine and loved the feel of silk, satin and nylon. He was also very excited about bondage. He loved the helpless and restrictive feeling that bondage provided and it seemed to be a natural part of his feminine and submissive alter ego.   While Tom was able to indulge his fantasies on rare occasions, he was like most any other guy in that he knew he was supposed to get married and have a family. He tried to push the feminine and bondage feelings aside. But even after a long marriage and kids the feelings were stronger than ever. His sex life had deteriorated badly in recent years. She wanted nothing to do with his "perversion" and had grown rather frigid towards him. He had tried so many times and in so many ways to re-interest her in sex, but all of his efforts were futile, and had met with failure and rejection bordering upon open scorn. That part of their life seemed to be past now, and that knowledge hurt him deeply still.   That had pushed Tom to pursue online sites that concerned transvestites, and BD/SM. Tom loved these sites early on and would masturbate while imagining he was the damsel in distress or maid in bondage. Masturbation was all that he had to attempt to satisfy the sexual yearnings she no longer seemed to feel. He would tease dominant men by saying that he would be their feminine sissy slave while full well knowing he would never follow through with a meeting.   But as the years went on, Tom's feelings about truly acting on his long held fantasies became stronger. These feelings that he had harbored for decades were finally going to be acted upon. Every time he and Jason chatted, Tom would feel more girly and seemed to fall more under Jason's spell. Of course it was Jason who so forcefully "suggested" that Tom wear his CB-6000 device on his trip. Tom found that complying with such a request had begun to feel more and more natural, that pleasing Jason in such seemingly small ways had become very important to him.   The plan was for Tonya (that's the name Jason had given Tom when they first started chatting) to text when he arrived at Jason's house. Jason would leave the front door unlocked and Tom would use the front bedroom and bathroom to transform into Tonya. That way Jason would only ever see the sissy slave Tonya and not have to deal with the boring society-facing Tom. Jason had never expressed much interest in stodgy old Tom, focusing all his attention upon Tonya instead.  Their first meeting would be an overnight stay. The fact that they had chatted and e-mailed each other for a couple of months made this a little less risky proposition. They determined their respective fetishistic passions were extraordinarily complementary. Jason thrived on the power and control of training and using a newbie sissy slave and Tonya ached to be feminized and used.   Tom sent Jason the text he had arrived and slipped into the unlocked front door to begin the exciting task of becoming Tonya. Jason had thoughtfully provided fluffy pink towels for Tonya to use. Tonya loved that Jason was a masculine dominant man but also was considerate of Tonya's shy and girly feelings and encouraged her to embrace them.  Tonya also loved the feeling of very smooth skin. She shaved all of her body hair and made sure her face was as smooth as possible too. She wanted to look her feminine best the first time she met Jason in person. She knew he expected her to look like the slutty and sexy sissy they had chatted so much about. She chose a tight fitting black dress to go over her black bra and panties. She also laced herself into a tight black boned corset to achieve the hour glass figure that made her look and feel so feminine.  Finally it was time to emerge from the bathroom and meet her dominant man, the one who had captivated her thoughts so often lately. She slipped into the black 4" high heeled pumps and timidly walked into the living room where Jason was waiting. He glanced over to take her in and was very calm and cool in his appraisal. He told her to twirl around so he could see her fully. He ordered her to bend over and shake her ass for him. Tonya was extremely compliant and excited. Of course her clitty was still imprisoned in the CB-6000 so she could only feel it try to grow in its prison. And yet, that prison made her feel even more free to embrace her submissive femininity, so under this dominant mans' control, it was like her clit was held tightly within the grip of his power at all times.  Finally Jason came over and began feeling Tonya all over. He caressed her corseted waist and settled on her sexy ass. She loved the feeling of being felt up. She knew this was where she belonged and she was ready to give herself to this controlling and masculine man. Jason sensed that she was already under his spell and smiled to himself. He ordered her to his knees and then proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. With each pass of the rope around her wrists, Tonya's breathing became faster and she could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest.  Jason then began pulling down his pants. Tonya could only whimper as she saw Jason's semi erect cock spring out. He told her to kiss the head of it. Tonya was quick and eager to comply. She asked permission to take it into her salivating mouth and Jason graciously agreed. His smile was no longer concealed. He knew what he wanted, and he was getting it. Here she was, dressed sexy, clitty caged, on her knees, hands bound behind her with a gorgeous cock in her hot mouth. All seemed right in the world as Tonya began to worship Jason's wonderful man-meat. She felt his hand move to the back of her head and she relished the feeling as she concentrated on the head of his swelling cock, the tip of her tongue coaxing precum from his oozing slit onto her tongue where should could savor the taste of his essence. She found she was unconsciously making a low humming purr in her throat, which brought a throaty growl and a firmer grip upon the back of her head. The entire world narrowed to just Jason and pleasing him with her mouth, all the stress than had been in poor old Toms' life was gone, it had nothing to do with her any more, for Jason she was Tonya now and serving him for his pleasure was all that mattered to Tonya. 

Tanya continued licking and sucking making sure to include Jason's balls in her oral parade. The feeling of being dressed sexily while bound and having her clitty caged while worshiping Jason's cock was making Tonya moan like the slut she was. After a while she felt Jason's cock grow even harder in her mouth and the twitch that accompanies the beginning of a male orgasm let Tonya know that a creamy reward was about to be hers. Although she had never swallowed a man's cum before, it seemed like she had been ready for this moment for decades. So many of the stories, pictures, and videos that she had masturbated to had revolved around a sexy tv swallowing a man's cum load. As the first of the jizz entered her mouth she nearly passed out thinking to herself that she had truly found her place, kneeling while bound and dressed as a sexy slut with a mouthful of man seed sliding down her throat.

She was able to swallow it all without spilling a drop and that made her feel proud. She looked up at Jason with her heavily made up eyes as if to say "was that good, Master?" Jason looked down at his slutty bitch and gave her a wry smile as if to say "not bad, slut, for a first-timer."

Tonya dutifully cleaned Jason's cock to make sure she accounted for every drop of Jason's cum. Of course Jason knew that Tonya had deep-seeded submissive feelings. That's what made their relationship so perfect. He was a domineering sissy controller and she was a submissive sissy slut.

Jason told Tonya that she did ok but that she would need to continue practicing her cock sucking skills to become a better sissy for him and his friends. Jason already envisioned using his new prize for the amusement of others. He would always own her but part of ownership includes being able to whore his bitch out to others. Yes, that would come in time but several more sessions would be required to ensure that she was ready to please others to the degree that they would always be a little jealous of Jason for having such a completely feminized sissy slut available to do his bidding.



The Journey



The sound of trickling water meets your ears just as the subtle scents of pine and mint meet your nose. You feel a finger trail down the side of your face gently pushing a few loose hairs off to the side. The finger continues down your cheek, down your neck and past your collar giving it a gentle tug before continuing down across the expanse of your naked flesh. An electric reaction of sensation and memory ripples across your skin in response to the fingers playful path. As your toes uncurl and you catch your breath your eyes open for the first time that morning to behold your Master. Upon seeing him memories of the past night race through your mind sending small aftershocks across your body, even your kitten quivers in its own way. Love, trust, admiration, longing, loyalty... obedience. In your mind and your heart you give yourself to him now as you had the previous night and many more before that; longing only that he asks you for your body so you can give it to him to do with as he wishes.

"Good morning Princess." His deep voice rumbles. "Last night I was very pleased with you. I'm sure today you will be just as good a girl." It wasn't a question but your smile reflects the affirmation in your heart. You love nothing more then making your master happy. His smile always warms your heart. You look over his naked body above yours, his chest, his arms, his manhood; His entire body is, in a, word delicious. The sight of his body, the scent of him, the sound of his voice, the feel of him against you and inside you, even the taste of him inside your mouth; you nibble your lip. Your mind lingers on his taste and your eyes fixate on his manhood, your mouth begins to water slightly. Rising to a kneeling position he looks to the tent opening as wind causes it to flap. "It's starting to get light, we wont need an early start though. Don't have all that much planned for today but I do want to reach the base of the cliff by night." 

His manhood was only a few inches from you face now, the smell intoxicating and you can't resist any longer. Leaning forward your eyes close as you take him into your mouth. You let out a soft moan as the familiar texture ripples across your tongue and his taste washes away the world. Your hands come up to caress his length while you taste of him. You can still taste yourself on it from the previous night. A thought in the back of your mind nags at you but you ignore it until after what seems like hours, but was in truth only moments, that same nagging thought pushes itself to the surface. You acted without permission; you didn't ask to take him into your mouth. Nervously you release him and sliding back you let him fall from your mouth, it's agony to loose the sensation of him filling your mouth. With a fear of displeasing him hanging heavy on your heart you open your eyes and look up nervously into his.

"It's ok Princess you were a good girl yesterday, enjoy your toy." He says as he lies down next to you. He always calls it that, calls it your toy. It is after all, even if you have to share it occasionally. In your heart you know Master loves you because he never lets anyone touch your toy, even those you share it with, without asking you first. You maybe his willing slave but you're his princess.

With gleeful butterflies fluttering through your chest you throw yourself upon him enveloping him in your mouth. You moan with the renewed taste of him. One hand caressing his heavy sac the other stroking his length; your eyes close in the familiar pleasure of his manhood caressing your tongue. The world fades away and all that is left is you and your toy, then only your toy. Seconds pass like hours, minutes pass like days; pre-cum drips onto your tongue occasionally sending powerful spasms from your kitten. A sound in the background catches your attention distracting you; at first it's annoying, pulling you away from your trance. But when you realize how large and throbbing your toy has become you know what the sound is, and what it means.

Planets collide smashing your helpless body between love and ecstasy as he erupts into your mouth. Your entire body trembles and shakes in an orgasm that is a match for his as you drink deeply of his love. Once the torrent begins to slow you continue to suckle him like an infant with a pacifier, laying your head across his stomach. His hand pets your hair gently as his rumbling voice lightly whispers sweet nothings to you. Your body slowly gliding down from the incredible orgasm catches new wind as he continues to leak small amounts of his love into your mouth. You relax and fall into that timeless place you do whenever he feeds you his love.

You come to yourself, your lips rebelling as he is pulled from them. "Princess we need to go if we want to make those cliffs by night." Looking up at him you cross your arms under your breasts and pout. It only lasts a moment though, knowing what is to come at the end of your journey with him you lean forward kissing the head of your toy and climb to your feet. "I love you so much" he says with a smile on his face as he pulls on his swim trunks.

Still naked and with joy singing in your heart you help him pack away the tent and the lone sleeping bag. You carry the canteen of water slung over a shoulder and across your body, it's sash nestled between your naked breasts where it has an annoying habit of catching your collar when you turn your head too far to the side. The solid metal ring around your neck was a gift from your Master; in your heart you know it to be akin to a wedding ring. Your knee-length special made hiking boots are the only other thing you wear, those too were a gift, he gave them to you so that you would not have to make this trip barefoot. Master didn't want you to wear anything else because the two of you are going out into deep forest in a very little known place in its off season. Here there would be no one but you and your master to see you. At home your always naked and you have come to love it. When you were on the plane, going through the airport and the cities you had to wear that sundress for modesties sake but you hated it. 

Ahead of you Master picked a path through the trees, the tent, sleeping bag and the rest of the camping supplies strapped to his bareback. Looking up into the morning sky you breathe deep the smell of the out doors as the wind caresses your naked body and pulling your nipples to full stiffness. It was a bit chilly here in the winter but Master decided now would be the best time to make the trip because there would be no insects or other people this early in the year. He has always been a Mosquito magnet you reflect with a giggle.

Hurrying to catch up you leap from stone to stone crossing the brook quickly. "Princess, where'd you go?" he chuckles as his arm encircles you. He places a kiss on your lips as you move off hands now held together pulling you along behind him as the forest swallows you both.



The Journey



The air was dry and hot outside the car, but inside was cool and comfortable. The road stretched straight ahead across the flat plains of Midwest farmlands, rows of corn taller then the hood lining endlessly out to either side. Once in awhile a small farmhouse peeped down arrow straight driveways to us as we passed them, but no other cars or people had been seen though the hazy midday heat. It was just me and her and the road, so I turn my attention toward the woman of my life.

She sat next to me staring out the window, enjoying the cool interior of the car and the tunes on the radio. Her hair was in a high ponytail and it fell down over her shoulder down into the cleavage of her chest. Her simple white tank top covered her ample cleavage tightly, nipples hard in the cool air, which was blowing straight at her. Her cool nylon shorts were loose and I knew she wasn't wearing any panties as I stared down the length her legs. Her shapely legs were crossed, concealing any view of her prizes.

I look back to the road and give her one simple direction, no emotion betraying my need for her to obey me. "Take off your shirt"

She doesn't even look in my direction, grasping the bottom she pulls the shirt up over her head, her breasts bouncing, enjoying their newfound freedom, before settling into place, nipples pointed toward the dashboard, and the cool air coming out of the vents. After following my order she tosses the shirt into the back seat and looks toward me, the lust in her eyes not very well concealed.

I reach over and take a handful of the closest breast, squeezing and kneading, and she moans in response. I go back and forth with my freed right hand, squeezing and playing with her breasts. Taking each hard nipple in turn between my fingers, rolling and pulling lightly till she gasps in both pleasure and pain. I play for quiet a few minutes, cover a couple of miles without seeing any other signs of life. "Tease your nipples, play with them for me, Babygirl."

I go back to driving focusing on the road but stealing glances back where I can as she moans and squeals next to me. She's slouched now, hips pushed forward as she gets into teasing herself. She never looks toward me, intent on following my orders. She tweaks and pinches her nipples, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. She pulls on them, lifter her breasts just by the nipple. Her moans excite me more then I thought possible.

Unzipping my pants I free my cock, stroking lightly and I glance over toward her, waiting for her to break from the otherworld she goes into when playing with herself for me. She notices before long, and pleads with her eyes, and I nod to her. Putting both hands on the wheel I concentrate on the empty road. She climbs across the seats, laying her head on my thigh, and suckles my cock into to her mouth. She's soft with her motions, sucking me to hardness in her waiting mouth. Tickling with her tongue she's got me fully hard and ready.

Shifting again in my lap she's soon forcing her mouth onto me, stroking my cock wit her tongue and lips, milking me slowly. My eyes flutter at the feeling of her mouth on me milking me as we drive along. She starts to take it as deep as she can manage and massaging my length with just her tongue. It isn't long before I need to stop the car to face the heat and take this woman. 

Spotting a road ahead that seemed not to connect to a house, I turn down onto the smooth dirt passage, still trying to resist the feelings of her mouth on me, her lips and tongue massaging me. I go far enough down the small road to be mostly positive we wont be bothered and I stop the car. She doesn't seem to notice were stopped but I know she knows. I grab her pony tail and use it to pull her face of my cock. She resists a little but them comes free, an audible pop as her lips leave me.

I kiss her hard tasting me on her tongue, salty and dirty. Still holding her by the hair I press her face into mine. Our tongues dance, fighting as out lips me harshly. We kiss for a long time and she takes the opportunity to grasp me, stroking my hardness, still wet with her spit. 

I break the kiss off an open my door, getting out into the dry heat of the hot summer day. My cock is still pointing out of my shorts as I stretch my legs. A quick glance back into the car and a beckoning with my finger and she climbs across the seat, breasts swinging delightfully. She climbs out of the car though the drivers side door. Crawling out she stands up next to the car. He nipples are still hard and turned on, pointing at me.

I ignore her for a second to glace around, there's a small tree not too far away, providing a little shade, just farther ahead and off to the side of the road. Looking back at here I make eye contact as I slowly pull my shorts down, freeing myself completely from them to stand straight up. I pull my shirt over my head and toss both pieces of clothing back into the car. She doesn't hesitate to start stripping her shorts off as well, starring intently at my hard cock, hungry for it. 

I turn and walk toward the small shade tree, leaving her with her shorts not quite off yet, knowing she will follow. The sun baking the skin of my back and bare ass, warm on my legs, I can hear her following quickly behind me. I soon get to the tree and find that there's a soft patch of grass under it, in its shade. There's also a small picnic table, one that doesn't see much use half in and half out of the shade, some farmers rest area for harvest time most likely.

I approach the picnic table and sit on its top, facing back toward her as she's catching up, spreading my legs wide as I place my feet on the bench. She looks hungrily at me as I wait for her to cover the last few feet. I watch her walk, see her pussy and breasts coming to me. As she gets there I reach out grabbing her by her throat with one hand and roughly grabbing her right breast with the other. I pull he close to me kissing her again, kneading her soft full breast. Her hands are wondering my body, exploring on their own. Soon though she's found what she's really looking for and is stroking me back to the full hardness I had in the car, one hand massaging my balls.

I can take anymore and back her up long enough to slide my ass down into the seat, leaning back against the table I spin her, pulling her ass over to me. I lean forward licking her asshole as I bend her over. Tongue fucking her sweet ass for a few minutes I move down to her wet pussy. Once the mixture of her sweet juices and my spit are running down her leg she is more than ready. 

I seat her on my lap, easily sliding my cock into the wet pussy in front of me. Loving every minute of entering that wet warm and ready opening. I hold her there, deeply speared like an animal on myself, letting her adjust to my being in her. She leans as far forward as she can, bouncing her ass up and down on my dick. I grasp her hips firmly and take over, lifting and slamming her back down onto me, milking myself with her pussy. 

I pick her up completely off of me, my wet cock bouncing off her leg as we separate. I pull her head back toward me and turn her into a kiss as I stand, rubbing my cock up and down between her ass cheeks. We kiss for a long while as my cock throbs into her, wanting and needing more. 

I pick her up and lay her face up on the table, I spread her legs and work on her standing clit with soft fingers as I look her into her eyes. I slip my hard cock into her velvet pussy for a few quick wet strokes and pull out again, still teasing her sensitive clit. Lining my cock up at the entrance to her ass, I slowly slide it in, keeping eye contact the whole time, no words needed, and I take her sweet ass for my own, playing with her clit the whole time.

For the next 5 minutes the slowest sex possible happens, stuck in the rhythm of slow in and out, eye contact ,and light clit play. It isn't long before her fluttering eyes give away how close she is, the brown almost seeming to melt in her eyes till she is looking back at me with eyes of flowing chocolate lust. I pick up my speed, increasing the tempo little by little. Soon she cant take anymore and her back arches, her ass squeezes me, her legs start shaking and she explodes, screaming my name into the dead hot afternoon air.

I continue fucking her through her orgasm, letting my own build. First she goes through all the tensing, squeezing me as I fuck her, then she goes limp, barely able to glance back over her shoulder at me to see what is going to happen next. When she's finally comes nearly all the way down I am close enough to come. 

"On your knees baby," is all it takes as she climbs down from the table kneeling in front of me. I am working myself the final steps to my release, and she starts lightly massaging my full balls and kissing my thighs.

I come in just a few seconds, all over her face, running down her neck. I hit her neck and chest, and watch my milky fluids running down her, she moves to rub it in but I grab her hands, shaking my head. Too spent for words I shake my head and she understands.

Stumbling over to the bench side I sit, and she sits next to me, both our bare asses side by side on the beat up wooden bench. She leans into me, careful not to run the cum covering her chest and face touch me, saving it. After a few minutes the heat overrides our residual horniness and we stand up to leave.

Hand in hand we walk back to the car. My juices still cover her from her face to her chest, drying in the hot sun, and she loves how slutty it makes her feel. When we get back to the car we redress, but she keeps the cum on her face dried up for the rest of the day, and I am sure she feels it under her shirt, stuck to her smutty breasts for the rest of the drive. She knows how to keep my attention till later after all.