After the War SeXStoRY

In a period of three weeks I had turned 22, come home from Iraq and gotten out of the Marine Corps. I was pretty lucky to have a job waiting on me after the Corps, but it wasn’t going to be available for a couple of weeks. Having nothing really to do, my Mom suggested I come down to Tallahassee and stay with her for a week. Seemed like a great Idea. Could see her, see some friends from High School, and enjoy some nice Florida weather. It was always strange getting together with my mom. Though we had always gotten along like gangbusters, we could not be more different in so many ways. My mom was kind of the kind of woman you see at vegan restaurants, fair trade coffee shops, and new age stores. Though too young for the actual 60’s revolution, she was very much the ex-hippie. She would wear the peasant skirt and blouse combination, and even at 46 she could still pull it off. My mom’s body was just like a woman in her 40’s should be, with curves in all the right places. Her legs were long, her rear had that slight middle age spread, and even as a k** I realized that she had insanely large breasts. And even without make up, which she rarely wore, she was the definition of the classically beautiful woman. I, on the other hand, was much more like my father. More conservative, a little more serious. They had met just after mom finished college. He was 10 years older, a Vietnam vet and was a lawyer at the firm my mom had just gotten a job at. I never knew him well because he died of cancer when I was 8, but from what people have told me, they had a yin and yang thing going. They were so different that they complimented each other. She helped him let his hair down, and he sometimes kept her grounded. Part of the reason I joined the Corps against my mom’s wishes was because of him and how occasionally she would talk about his bravery during the war. I got up very early on Wednesday morning, I drove 14 hours down to Tallahassee and got home in time to get a quick peck on the cheek and hug from my mom before she pulled me to her car and said that she was taking me to dinner. I sighed to myself knowing just where she was taking me. It was a new vegan restaurant that she had mentioned in one of her Emails. After ten months in Iraq I was hadn’t quite caught up on my cheeseburger regimen and wasn’t looking forward to eating leafy greens. But I figured they would have wine or beer so I could make do. Dinner wasn’t as bad as I expected. Plus they did end up having a couple of local micro brews on tap that were very good. I enjoyed a few while mom stuck with red wine. The conversation on the other was surprisingly dry. Sort of that awkward, skipping around a subject that happens when you come home from a war. People want to ask you how it was, but actually they are afraid you might really answer. This suited me fine. Didn’t really want to talk about it and was happy to keep the conversation light. As dinner went on, I realized that I was getting a little tipsy. Another thing I realized was that my mom wasn’t wearing a bra. As we would chat she would lean over the table and I could see right down her blouse. I caught myself peeking more than once and started to ask myself what the hell I was doing. I relaxed a little when I told myself that I hadn’t even seen a naked woman in over a year. That a ton of cleavage right near my face, no matter who the cleavage in question belonged to, was bound to get my attention. “Ready to go?” Mom said as signed the check and smiled at me “Sure. Head back to the house?” “Unless you’ve got somewhere else to be.” “Well,” I said, “I wouldn’t mind having another drink.” “Ah!” Mom said then laughed, “A little dry after a year in the desert, huh? Well, don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. I had a get together at the house two weeks ago and have a enough beer and wine for a whole platoon!” I laughed and said, “I’m in!” We drove back to the house and mom wasn’t k**ding. The garage fridge was stocked with a ton of beer and I’d never seen the wine rack that full. “What kind of party did you have?” I exclaimed. “To tell you the truth is wasn’t that big of a deal, kind of a last minute thing. But everyone that came over brought something but nobody drank much of it. Oh well, poor me.” She giggled. I asked her if she want a beer and she said no. Said she was opening a bottle of wine. Over the next hour and a half there is no way to describe what happened except to say that my mom and I proceeded to get shitfaced together. We were laughing, and joking and telling funny f****y stories until we almost wet ourselves. We would calm down a bit then mom would start talking about the last f****y fishing trip we went on and do her impression of dad falling out of the boat while trying to real in a bass. Then we would start laughing all over again. Thinking about dad, I asked my mom something I had been curious about for a few years. “Hey mom, none of my business and you don’t have to say anything, but why didn’t you ever remarry? Or even date that much?” Mom looked at me for a bit and I realized that I had suddenly become the bring down guy at the party. But then she just smiled and said, “You know, after your dad passed I wasn’t in any mood or frame of mind to start looking for anyone else. Of course I thought that sometime down the road I would find someone, but to be honest, time just went by and it became not so important to me. Not a conscience decision, just worked out that way” “Don’t you get lonely?” I asked. “Oh, don’t worry about me, baby, I’ve got a drawer full of toys and I’ve had my fair share of Friends With Benefits” I have no Idea what my face looked like when she said that, but it must have been one of incredible shock because my mom immediately started laughing out loud in the way that someone does when they realized they’ve said something shocking or taboo and are enjoying the response that it brought. I’m not sure what got me more, the toy comment, the “Friends With Benefits” comment, or the fact that she even knew that term. “Oh look at the big, world traveler Marine, blushing!” She said “I thought for sure you would be a little more unflappable than that!” “Ha!” I said, trying to regain a little composure, “I’m not surprised at what you said, I’m just surprised that you said it!” This began the strangest conversation that I never expected to have with my mom. For an hour we talked about sex, masturbation, porn, places we’ve done it, preferences, times and even famous people we’d do. I wish I could tell you why and when this conversation became erotic. It might have been when mom confessed to having a lesbian affair when I was in High School. Or it might have been that mom had leaned back on the couch and put one foot on the coffee table. I could see up to her inner thigh, and her wonderful cleavage wasn’t helping my situation either. The conversation started to peter out around 12 o’clock and I realized just how hammered I really was. I made and excuse to mom that I was going to get up early to meet some friends for brunch, but the real reason was that I wanted to get to my room and masturbate until I could sl**p. I stood up to give mom a light hug but she pulled me in very tight, kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear “I’m so glad your home, and out of the awful place sweetie.” That awful place was the last thing on my mind as my mom breasts crushed into me and my hard cock pressed into her thigh. There was no was she couldn’t have felt it. She pulled away and gave me a kiss on the lips. Everyone is different on how they kiss loved ones, but for me and mom this one lasted a split second longer than it should have. It was a little long for a mom and son, but a little short for lovers. If it had lasted a half second longer I would have started to open my mouth out of reflex. I was so confused, d***k, horny that I didn’t even remember walking back to my room. When I got to my room I did remember something that suddenly got me even more excited. This was my c***dhood room! I had to check on it. I ran to the other side of the bed room and crawled under my bed. I opened up the air duct underneath it and reached inside. I felt around until I found what I was looking for a quickly pulled it out. I got out under the bed as quick as I could and looked down at a very dusty and dirty plastic bag. Pulling out the contents I looked at my find. A Hustler and Penthouse magazine from 2003. Looking at the brunette on the cover of the Hustler brought back memories of teenage jerking off, trying to be quiet, and wondering what fucking was really going to be like. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and sat down on the floor like I used to when I was a k**. The Magazine between my legs as I reached down with my right hand and stroked my cock. My left hand slowly rubbing my balls stopping reluctantly only to turn the pages. So much pre-cum was leaking out of me that my cock was so very slick within a couple of seconds. Looking at the objects of my teenage lust was putting me in a place that I had never been before. In my entire life, I had never been that turned on and horny. I moved off the floor and moved to my bed. I laid down with my legs slightly spread open and once again with both hands moving over my cock and balls. I closed my eyes, thinking of the brunette, and things I would love for her to do to me right now. Even though I was very close to cumming I didn’t want to. The feeling was just too wonderful right now. I slowed my pace, concentrating on my fantasy. After a year in Iraq, and just even living in close quarters with a bunch of other guys, my senses were very acute at this point. And that’s what it was a sense, not a sound or a sight, but a sense that someone was there. I opened my eyes trying to focus in the dark and through my d***kenness. When they did focus I still had to try and comprehend what I was seeing. My Mom. She was standing in the doorway. Backlit with the light from the hallway. As my eyes took in what I was seeing I realized that she was naked. Around one ankle were her panties. Her blouse was on the floor near them. I could start to make out details. Her heavy breasts hanging with just the right amount of sag. Her dark nipples standing out. Her hand moving slowly between her legs. I could even make out her dark bush that her fingers were moving through. As soon as I realized that my mom was masturbating, I realized that I hadn’t stopped. I was entranced by what I came to realize later was the most erotic sight of my life. My mom, a woman, so overcome by lust, urge, and hunger that she was getting off in her own sons doorway watching him stroke himself. Our eyes met briefly, then we both went back to looking at each other bodies. The line had been crossed. Neither one of us was going to stop what we were doing. I was so overcome with lust, stroking slowly, watching my moms fingers disappear into her pussy. Suddenly she let out a moan and caught herself with her free hand on the doorway. Her hand moved away between her legs, she looked at me and seemed to come to a decision. With no hesitation, she walked across the room towards me. I stood up, thinking she was coming to me. But she didn’t. She walked passed me, then crawled onto my bed putting her face and shoulders down onto the pillows and her ass high in the air. I saw her hand coming up from between her legs to rub her clit. “Please. Please sweetie… Just this once.” She begged. But she didn’t need to encourage me. I was already moving to her, my cock still in my hand. Looking back I realized that this wasn’t about love, lust or even the taboo we were about to break. This was about need, pure and simple. Almost like a****ls in heat. I stood behind my mom, the head of my cock pressing against her pussy lips. I never even made the decision. My mom pushed back onto me, my cock easily sliding into her. She pulled away and immediately moved right back on to me. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and started to push with my own rhythm. Mom let out a long, deep moan, and I knew this wouldn’t last long. I started trusting with f***e and viciousness that I never knew I could do. My hands squeezing her cheeks so hard I must have left prints. Slamming into my mom like my life depended on it, she let loose with a string of profanities that was almost pure a****listic, “FUCK! FUCK ME ! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! MOTHER FUCKER! UHHH YES YES YES. GODDAMN! FUCK! MY! PUSSY! FUCK ME! YES YES YESSSS…” I could feel her fingernails pressing on the underside of my cock as she bore down on her clit. Suddenly my mom screamed. She screamed loud. Her whole body started to shake and I felt a warmness flood my cock and balls. It was too much for me. I thrust into her one last time as hard as I could. I collapsed on top of her grabbing her massive breasts as I did. She collapsed as well, still bucking against me as I spasmed inside of her. I felt like I was cumming for hours as I filled my mom up. And as quickly as this encounter started, it was over. We laid there for only a few minutes, catching our breath. My cock slowly slipped out of her and I rolled off on to the bed. I watched as my mom got up, still shaking slightly. She turned to look at me, and leaned over and kissed my cheek. In the entire encounter I had with my mom, we never kissed on the lips. That was probably for the best. She leaned back away from me and simply said, “Thank you, baby. Welcome home. Goodnight. See you in the morning.”

ravenhawk12 gets it up again and again (part 1 &am SeXStoRY

ravenhawk12 I feel as if I may have lost a few years off my life, let alone be able to get it up again.....yes...she's THAT amazing!! Yet, as we look at each other, that scalding gaze she's giving me as she casually fingers herself very slowly, I knew I had to do something....or i may temp fate...and death....and attack her once more! Then, i grin.....an idea. I stand, her smile growing and her fingers speeding up their self-assault, as she watches me walk around the bed. At the side i stop, reaching down and grabbing hold of that playful hand, pulling it away from its target and lifting it up and over her head. She wears a puzzled look, and I just smile, grabbing her other hand and lifting it to join the other. Clutching her wrist in one big hand, i use the other to fetch a bit of the torn sheets, which i use to lash those hands to the headboard. She groans.....she likes this game! Her arms secure...I look into her eyes, lowering for a kiss... ...but lift away just as her lips reach for mine. She whimpers....then moans as my lips land upon her neck, suckling and kissing her skin. From there I leave a trail of saliva down her chest, between those succulent breasts, watching them quiver in anticipation. Yet, I continue down....over her tight tummy, pausing to tickle her bellybutton with the tip of my tongue. Down further i go.....kissing my way to the crest of her venus mons....the burning heat of her still hungering pussy on my neck.... There I stop, quickly sitting up, and running my hands down those long strong legs....then grabbing her feet one at a time, and tying each to the corners of the bed, leaving her legs spread wide. She is completely secured now.....helpless... My grin turns a bit wicked...while a deep blush covers her body....even now, her trust in me allows her to be extremely turned on by this situation. She knows i would NEVER do her harm....and she can't wait to see what I do next. I answer her....by reaching under the bed, and pulling from there a little box. Setting it on the bed, I open it...and remove what appears to be a pair of panties....a pair of panties with two vibrators attached to it!! Her breaths quicken as i rub the larger of the two rubber cocks along the swollen petals of her pussy. Taking a bottle of lube from the box and slathering the two vibes liberally, I proceed to slowly slide the larger one into her, her groans saying she is very much enjoying it. With half of it enjoying her heated insides, i take the much slimmer one, that appears like a row of beads of increasing size, and tease the tight ring of her rear. By now shes shivering with excitement, and then hisses as her ass is at last violated by the small vibe. Panting for breath, she continues to shiver and shake, as I press both vibes deeper.....deeper....until the panties they are attached to are flush with her skin, and I snap the straps around her hips. Yet, I am far from done....as i take from the two more items. Small egg-shaped vibes, each with a small clamp on one end, and a long wire coming from the other. The wires I plug into the appropriate sockets in the panties. And, with the clamps, I attach each to one of her rock hard nipples. Reaching once more into the box, I take from it one more item, before slipping from the bed, and again taking a seat in the nearby chair. All the while, she is writhing and twisting, loveing the feeling of fullness from the vibes, but craving so much more! I smile at her, lifting the small remote control in my hand. It have many buttons, to control the several vibes I have put on her. Yet, I only push one.....the one labeled "Random". What follows is.....beautiful! The brain in the vibes 'randomly' switches each one or off....turning on one at a time....going from lowest...to highest vibration. She also discovers that another, tiny vibe is seating right upon her clit, much to her delight! I just sit back, and watch.......watch as she goes from growling and frustration as all the vibes switch off........to cumming like a fountain as all of them humm at full blast!! Beautiful!!!

The Call... SeXStoRY

Wow Today was a hot Day, practice was tuff. I'm getting ready to hit the locker room for a shower. "Geez" Demetri is in there, and he's always flapping his dick around in the showers.. I hate it,,, why does his dick look better than mine, i wish mine was straight but no it has to be curved, i hate it. I don't know why but I I think i like looking at Demetri's dick, but fk that i'm not gay, screw it I need a shower so i can get the hell out of here. "so im here slipping off my clothes and my dam dick wants to get hard, why the hell is that, Fk i need to go in the restroom stall i hope no one noticed, dam it my fkn dick is so hard, Oh sht there is a tiny hole in the stall door dang i can see Demitri from here... There he is, flappin his dick around, sht my dick feels so good right now its frekn throbbing, dam i am never getting out of here! Ok I hope no one can hear but fk it i need to stroke my cock, ohh dam it feels so guuud, dam my palms are getting sweaty, my ass feels like trustung, my dick is so fkn swollen my legs ae shaking....Ohhh I want to fk the hell out of someone.... fk fk fk ouhhhh.. ohhh. uuuuggg. ohh dam... ohh man.. I cant even talk right now... dam it,I cummed on the toilet paper rack sht its on the floor now, dam my dick is soo fkn swollen its red, oh man. Demitri walkn over here, I need to clean this up.... Oh sht!... To be Continued!

My s****r Sarah and I - part 2 SeXStoRY

The second part of the story For all those of you who have asked, here's Part 2 - finally. I re-wrote it a couple of times, but this was the best version, in my mind. For all those who have left their encouraging comments, i thank you for your support. I just hope this part meets with your approval too. if so, please vote? Oh, and I appreciate your constructive comments as well. It's been a while since i've written anything like this, and I've gotten a little rusty. But I'm trying (very much so, sometimes!). My s****r Sarah and I had been lovers for most of our adolescent years, until her graduation. Then our lives had gone in opposite directions and we had lost contact with each other. I guess the separation had affected her almost as it had affected me. My name’s Brian, and this is the story of our reunification, after thirty five years. It had been a long day for me. About 14 hours of work had been bracketed by another 4 hours of nothing going right. I was about ready to jump out a window! Unfortunately, it’s a two storey building. Just before midnight, the phone rang. Shit! No one phones at that time of night unless it’s bad news, and I’d had more than my fair share today. Usually I ignore late calls, instead relying on the answering machine to pick up the important stuff and scaring the phone solicitation calls back to their electronic dungeon. But for some reason, I answered the phone anyway. “Brian? Brian Pelham?”, an unfamiliar female voice inquired. I was almost tempted to just hang up, but something stopped me. “To whom do I have the pleasure?”, I queried. Women only phone me when they’ re desperate in a non-sexual way, and none of them ever call me by name. They usually call me other things. “Brian, it’s Sarah. Did I catch you at a bad time?”. Hmm, Sarah? I didn’t know anyone by the name of Sarah. In fact, I hadn’t heard that name since . . . . “Sarah? Sarah Pelham? Is that you, s*s?”. Shit, I hadn’t heard from my s****r for thirty five years! If she was calling me now, and at this hour, she must be in one hell of a lot of trouble! Despite our estrangement, I could never ignore my little s****r! “My big b*****r! God, I didn’t know if I had the right number or not. But yeah, it’s your little s****r! I’ve been searching all over the damned continent trying to find you for over a week! Where the hell are you, anyway?”. “I could ask the same thing, s*s. I’m in Ontario now. Left the Coast just after I got back from Inuvik, what, thirty something years ago? I wanted to go back to see Mum & Dad, but they shipped me over to England, and then I heard that they’d both passed away, and, well, I never did get back. How about you? Where the hell did you get to for all these years?”. I was incredulous! After all this time, it felt like it was just yesterday that I’d last seen my little s****r! “I moved to Idaho, met a guy, got married, and we had a great life. But that’s not why I called”. “Had? What’s this ‘had’ part all about, s*s?”. Sarah went on to explain that her husband had succumbed to cancer a couple of years earlier, and her life had been on a downhill slope ever since. I had the feeling that she was in a lot more trouble than she’d ever tell me about. “Brian, I really need to talk to you, by phone if I have to, but in person if you can. Any chance?”. “Maybe, s*s. How soon do you need this talk? Tonight’s not worth a shit for me. I have to be back in the office by 6:00 tomorrow morning. Or was that an invitation to vacation in spud country?”. I knew the reference to Idaho potatoes would either get me a chuckle or a growl. But that was the way we’d been as k**s, always poking lighthearted fun at each other. “Brian, normally I’d have a come-back for that, but not tonight! But yeah, that’s an invite if you can do it. I’ll make this short, especially if you have to work early tomorrow. I need my big b*****r, desperately! How soon can you get out here? Or maybe I should go out there? And where in the hell is ‘there’ anyway? Ontario’s a big piece of real estate!”. “I’m in . . . oh, never mind where I am, s*s. Give me your number, and I’ll call you by Friday. If I’m taking an emergency leave, I really should let the office know. If war isn’t declared before, I could be out there by this time next week. Can I assume this qualifies as an emergency?”. She had me worried. Well, maybe panicky might be more accurate. “Emergency? Not yet, but if I don’t get this thing worked out, it could become one. Why? Does it make a difference?”, she wanted to know. “In your case, no. I always did have a soft spot for my little s****r. You know that. Whatever it takes to bail your pretty little ass out, I’ll have a crack at. Let me try for that emergency leave, and I’ll let you know on Friday, okay? Any chance you’re going to tell me what this ‘thing’ is that you’ve gotten yourself into?”. “Yeah, but not tonight. Maybe on Friday, but preferably when you get here, if you can come. And don’t worry, Brian, it’s not a life-threatening problem. It’s just one of those things that only my big b*****r seems to be able to fix”. Well, while I enjoyed the compliment, the idea that I wasn’t going to worry was a pipe-dream! I mean, how often does someone you haven’t seen for over half your life call in the middle of the night to extend an invitation to holiday at their place? For me, the total count was . . . zero. The next morning I put in for an emergency leave of absence starting on the weekend, with a minimum two-week duration. My boss actually volunteered to resurrect some of my missed vacation time from previous years if I needed more time than two weeks. The only request he had was that I promise to stay with the company, and to keep him posted weekly. After having been with the company this long, and being within five years of early retirement, there wasn’t much chance I’d be job-hunting, especially in Idaho! On Friday, I called Sarah with the news, and demanded to know exactly where in No-man’s Land I was aiming for. Following her directions, it looked like she lived about 25 miles beyond “Please resume speed”! I booked a flight to Boise for Monday afternoon and arranged for a rental car at the airport. With a little luck, I’d be at my s****r’s place by late Monday evening. My scheduling was pretty close, and I rolled up to her door just after 9:00 local time. As I pulled into the driveway, my little s****r came running out looking like she’d just won a lottery. There was barely enough time to turn off the ignition before she reefed the door open and almost crushed me with one of those hugs that I hadn’t had for entirely too long. It was immediately augmented with the most sensuous kiss I could ever remember. Not your usual b*****r-s****r kiss, but one of those long, penetrating, tongues duelling kisses! To say that I was stunned would be an understatement! “s*s, are you gonna let me outta this machine, or are we gonna homestead right here in the driveway?”. There had always been an element of flippancy between us as k**s, and it seemed to just naturally surface. It also felt like old times again, making me even more aware of how much I’d missed this . . . well, she wasn’t a girl any more. But the years had been kind to her, and she was just as beautiful as I remembered. Her breasts were still firm, with no apparent sagging, her stomach was as taut as it had been when she was a teenager, and her corn-silk golden blonde hair was just as gorgeous as I remembered. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body anywhere that I could find. Even her muscle tone was impeccable! Sarah crawled off my neck long enough for me to get out of the car, grab my bags, and make my way into the house. But as soon as we were inside, she re- attached herself in a way that said she was going to be there for a while. Like it broke my heart, alright! I hadn’t held this body close to me for . . . decades, and I wasn’t about to stop now! Even her urgent kiss had my bl**d pressure roaming amongst high numbers! “Umm, s*s? I’ve missed you, too, but is there any chance I can beg something to eat first? Breakfast was a long time ago, and my stomach’s beginning to think my throat’s been cut”. Sarah rummaged up a couple of sandwiches and a glass of rosé wine. We sat and talked about nothing in particular, until my curiosity got the better of me. “So what’s this emergency that I’m here to fix, s*s? And while you’re at it, maybe you can fill me in on where you went while I was up North. I came home to find you’d gone, left the country, and never left a forwarding address”. “Let’s start with the where I went part first. It makes the rest of it fall into place a bit better”. It seems that while I was in the Arctic, our mother had found out about Sarah and I, and our i****tuous love affair. Mum blamed it all on me, naturally, but my little s****r had taken the entire blame. As a result, Mum had literally thrown her out of the house. I don’t know if they ever made up, but my Dad was devastated about Sarah leaving. Mum may have known where she went, but wouldn’t tell either my Dad or me. Christ, did that piece of news ever get my bl**d boiling! Anyway, Sarah had met a guy in Idaho, married him, and they had one c***d, a girl, when Sarah was in her late thirties. Her daughter Annie had just graduated, and was now in university. Her husband had died a couple of years earlier, and while he had left his wife financially comfortable, the rest of her life was falling down around her ears. “Okay, so much for the missing background, s*s. Bring me up to speed on what’s happening with you now”. It seemed that Sarah had built her whole life around her husband and daughter, but with them both gone, she felt deserted, lost, and desperate for some kind of emotional anchor. I wasn’t sure where I fit into this jigsaw puzzle, but I was about to find out. “Sarah, I’m still not clear on how I can help. I know there’s a plan roaming around in that pretty little head of yours, but I still have the same old problem. I can read newspapers, but I can’t read minds. Talk to me”. There was a long pause as Sarah studied the floor, deep in thought. “Brian, when I was f******n, I fell deeply in love with my big b*****r, and I think he was in love with me, too. In all these years, I never stopped loving him, and now . . . well . . . I need my big b*****r to love me again. I need to love him just as much as I did when I was a teen. I guess I could have told you all that over the phone, but I just had to see you again. If you could find it in your heart to love me back, that would be awesome. And if not, at least I got to see you one last time. That’s why I wanted you to come out here, to see you again”. There was another one of those long and uncomfortable pauses. Shit, I wasn’t ready for that curve! Did I still love my little s****r? Oh yeah! But was I still in love with her? That would take some time to figure out. “Bottom line, then, s*s, is you’re asking me to be your lover again? That’s a long leap after thirty five years, don’t ya think? I mean, we aren’t the same people we were back then. You’ve changed, and I have too. We both have a lot of left-over baggage to think about. You’re widowed, and I’m divorced, so availability isn’t the issue, but what about the scars we’ve accumulated? It’s gonna take a bit of time to sort all that out, isn’t it? Are you ready to go through all that?”. “I’ve had a lot of time to think this through, Brian. Am I ready? More than you’ll ever know. The question is, are you? Given the opportunity, would you even want to bother? I don’t know. Only you do. But if I don’t ask, I’ll never know, and it’s that wondering whether or not, that’s eating my guts out. So now, it’s your turn to talk to me”. Damn! She was my s****r, but she was just as much of a turn-on now as she had ever been. Not just her body, but her heart and soul as well. This was going to take some serious thinking. “Sarah, let me sl**p on it tonight, okay? I’ve never even considered it. Not until now, anyway. But, for what it’s worth, I do love you. Still. But one of those scars I mentioned has got me staying away from loving any woman. There aren’t too many ladies that I’m inclined to change that for”. I stared into her eyes, looking for an answer. Hell, I’d settle for a subtle hint! But deep down inside me, I knew I had feelings for this woman that had been launched so many years ago, and still existed. “Sarah, like I said, there aren’t many women, but you just might be one”. July 4th doesn’t have fireworks as bright as the lights in my s****r Sarah’s eyes at that moment! I felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Just to complicate matters, I was given my choice of beds to sl**p in, one being the guest bed and the other my s****r’s. One part of me wanted some space and time to sort out my aching head. The other screamed at me to do something about the ache I my heart. All that, and I was too tired to even make the decision! But I’d let my head rule my heart for so many years that it had become second nature. My first gut reaction was to use the guest bed, get some rest, and think through this whole situation until the morning. Sarah and I crawled into her bed anyway. There was a method to the madness. First, letting my head rule my heart had gotten me into enough shit over the years. It was time for a change. Second, if you had to make a choice between sl**ping alone or with my gorgeous s****r, the question wouldn’t have come up in the first place! We overcame the initial awkwardness easier than I thought we would. Well, maybe it was just me that felt awkward, because Sarah showed no signs of being uncomfortable disrobing in front of me. With that body, she sure had nothing to be ashamed of! I didn’t feel quite so gallant. In fact, I felt like an embarrassed bridegroom, overly concerned with my bride’s reaction to what she had married! The years had added a few pounds and several extra inches around my middle. Definitely not the body my little s****r had known the last time we had been together! For the first time in my life, I felt self-conscious! “Mmm! Big b*****r, you’ve got too many clothes on! Get your fat ass undressed, and into that bed before I do it myself!”, Sarah growled at me. I had no idea if her comment was for her benefit or mine. To be honest, I no longer cared, either. Within seconds we were under the sheets, her in a sheer nightie that reached just below her pussy, and me in my undershorts. I chuckled to my self that this pair had a very slim chance of seeing the light of morning still intact. My little s****r had been known to literally shred fabrics that got between her and her desired destination! It’s amazing how you go through inconsequential details in your mind in a new situation, and tonight was no different for me. For example, Sarah and I had our preferred locations on a bed when we were together, and we automatically assumed those positions now. As I got comfortable, I realized that this side had a definite imprint that told me my s****r usually slept where I was now. When I mentioned that fact to her, she was quite unaware of it, then came up with one of the greatest come-backs ever. “Guess I must have been keeping that side warm for my big b*****r. Either that, or anticipating him being back with me!”. I didn’t care which it was, or whether it was true or not. But it did inspire me to pull Sarah closer to me. She immediately laid her head on my chest wrapped an arm over my stomach, and covered my legs with her upper thigh. In less than a nanosecond, thirty five years of being lost and apart from each other disappeared! “Damn, Brian! I’ve wanted this moment for so fucking long! Even when I was in Tom’s arms, I remembered what it was like to be in yours. Even had fantasies about it! Now that I’m here again, I’m never leaving! Not until you’re dead and cold, and that’s still a questionable thing!”, Sarah murmured. It sounded kind of ghoulish, but I knew exactly what she meant. “I know what you mean, s*s. But I’ll tell you a secret. I’m gonna count to three, and if your lips aren’t up here, I’m gonna drag you up by the hairs until they are!”. Sarah lifted her eyes as her muscles anticipated moving. Just as she was about an inch away from my hungry lips, I mumbled, “Three”, then tasted her luscious kisses. She almost attacked me, her demanding urgency for love possessing me, consuming me, making me feel helplessly vulnerable to her. I’d lost many, many battles against my little s****r’s charms. This proved to be another one. As Sarah broke that long-overdue kiss, she whispered, “I thought you said you were counting to three?”. “I did. I just didn’t say I would count by ones!”, I whispered back. She chuckled softly, then attacked me again, her tongue almost forcing itself on me. As I said, I never could say no to my little s****r. She gained entrance, and ran her tongue up the back of my upper teeth and across my palette. It had been electric when we were younger, and it was even more so now. I groaned in delight, not able to stop the reaction even if I had wanted to. Almost instinctively, my hand sought her breast, wanting it, needing it, demanding the softness of it against my palm. Even after the missing decades between us, I knew exactly where it was, what part of it felt so familiar, and what portions gave Sarah the most pleasure. Spreading my thumb, I cupped the underside of her as I enveloped that magical orb of femininity, drawn to her like a moth to light. Sliding over her gossamer-like smooth skin, my fingers found her nipple, capturing it between thumb and index finger in a grip that allowed me to lightly tease her quickly-hardening nub. Sarah gasped deeply, then moaned as her breath escaped. Being locked against her lips, I felt that moan more than heard it We both froze in the rapture of our physical contact, neither one of us willing to break the spell it cast over us. But Sarah wanted more. Still clamped to my lips, and with my hands fondling her breast, she slid her own hand down my belly and over my semi-erect cock. Her fingers lightly traced an outline from the back of my nut sac to the tip of my cockhead and back down again. It took maybe two complete cycles to get me as hard as I remembered being when I was nineteen! Twice more and her fingers found the waistband of my shorts and scooted under it. Pausing on the way to continuing her manipulation of my turgid meat, she tickled the pubic hairs at the base of my cock. That had driven me crazy the last time we made love, and it still had the same effect, only more so! In reaction to my little s****r’s touch, I rolled us both over so that she was on her back and I was on my side. Sarah’s fingers were trapped between my thighs during that manoeuver, gripping my sac lightly but deliberately. I snatched the hem of her nightie with my hand and pushed it up to her neck, then broke our kiss so that I might taste her marble-hard nipple between my lips. Sarah stopped stroking me just long enough to remove that fabric barrier to her chest, then re-established her claim to the exclusivity of my manhood. The confines of my shorts became a frustration for her, and she grabbed the leg opening and ripped it to oblivion! A part of me felt shocked as I realized that I wore a waistband and a leg opening of elastic, but nothing between those two items. The sensation of her fingers on my prick pushed that thought out of my head instantly! It also called up a demanding desire in my hand to practise its wanderlust tendencies as I traced a pathway from her breast, over her tummy, danced sensuously in the forest of her corn-silk soft pussy fur, as continued its journey to the wondrous secrets of her slit. My first encounter was the hood of her clitoris, and I hooked my finger at the apex of that inverted V as I beckoned her nub to join in our re-acquaintance. The response was almost instantaneous as Sarah’s sex button emerged to greet me at the same time its owner groaned in delighted rapture. She jerked her leg, bending it at the knee as she invited, begged, and demanded that I explore the entire territory of her gash. As desperately as I wanted to comply, I wasn’t anywhere near finished with the conversation with my favourite friend, her nub. By the feel of the pressure Sarah was pushing herself against my finger, it wasn’t ready to part either. However, all good things must come to an end, and I took my leave as I slid deeper into the cavern of her vulva, replacing that wandering digit with my thumb to console her deserted clit. It must have appreciated the gesture, as Sarah gasped and groaned even more as I sought her entrance. Her outer lips opened to my intrusion like the petals of a flower, welcoming me like a long-lost lover in to that love-cave that I hadn’t visited for so long. As though to spread the welcome mat, her love canal flooded it self with Sarah’s juices, beckoning me to come in and correct a long-overdue absence. Somehow, Sarah’s panties had disappeared from her body, and to this day, I have no idea how or where. I just know that their guard over her charms was totally ineffective, and their disappearance appreciated by both of us. It also made my return to her cave of passion more welcoming. As I extended my search, Sarah’s demand that I spend as much time visiting as possible was expressed in a series of quick gasps, moans, groans, and mewls, each one increasing my feelings of lust and love more than the last. God, I wanted this woman! My finger just had to pave the way for my now-straining cock, the same one my s****r’s hand had tight possession of! Moving to the ridges of her G-spot that I had known so well before, I lightly rubbed across them as an announcement of my return. My beckoning to that erogenous area of Sarah’s sex was greeted with an onslaught of lust and desire. “Oh God, Brian! I’ve waited for this for so goddamned long! You still know this body, and that part of me that wants you inside me so badly! Shit, big b*****r, I need you to make me cum!”. Within seconds I could feel her walls beckoning, calling, demanding my further residence as her cunt contracted and gripped me in an unyielding attempt at total capture. The arch of her back off the bed advertised to anyone sensing her that she was about to soar to the heights of an overwhelming orgasm. I welcomed its coming, invited its arrival, insisted on its advance. Sarah pushed her hips f***efully against my arm as her cum consumed her very existence. “Y-e-s-s-s, big b*****r! I’m c-c-u-u-u-m-m-m-n-n-n-g-g-g!!”, and Sarah’s entire body trembled, shook, and froze as the sensations of her climax superceded everything else in her being! I’m not sure who enjoyed this trip to Nirvana more, her for going there, or me for being able to open the gates to her pleasure. The increased pressure of her grasp on my cock almost made me a connected part of her experience, and I loved it! I continued to stimulate her vagina until she eased out of its claim on her. “Dammit, Brian! You have no idea how much I missed how you can do that to me, to my body! Now it’s my turn! Come inside me, give me that gorgeous cock of yours, fill your little s****r that’s missed you so fucking bad all these years!”, and that little wisp of femininity rolled me over her thigh into a position of demand between her legs. In one swift movement, she had placed me just at the entrance to her cunt, and was rocking her hips with sufficient f***e to wrap her pussy lips around my cockhead. It was an invitation no man could refuse, even if he’d been dead for two hundred years! My lust insisted that I ram myself deep into her as quickly as I could, but the love for this wonderful woman demanded that I savour every inch, every millimetre of the journey! Advancing slowly but deliberately into her love channel, the ridge of my glans explored and delighted in the many textures of her cunt walls, until we were finally joined by both our sexes and our pubic bones. I could feel the pointed hardness of her clit as it pressed against my skin, seeking its own private doorway into my body! We both gasped and revelled in the union, and probably made enough noise to wake the dead! And you know what? Neither one of us gave a flying fuck about anybody, or anything, outside our tight sphere of consciousness! “Fuck me, big b*****r! Fuck your little s****r’s cunt and make her come! God, Brian, I need you so fucking badly! If you even think about pulling that cock out of me, I’ll cut the Goddamned thing off and keep it until my dying day! Take me! Now!”, Sarah screamed lustfully. A thought about correcting her terminology flew into my brain. It left almost as soon as it arrived, probably because the feelings that Sarah’s pussy was telegraphing to my groin, my cock, and my entire body were so overwhelming that there wasn’t room for conscious thought! I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted my little s****r that moment! Instinctively, my hips began to pull my manhood out of her sex tube, then push me back in to the farthest reaches of her cum cavity, slowly at first, then faster with the power of her lust. The connection between us demanded more of her, and for her! It felt like mere seconds later that my balls tightened and lifted as they primed my cum-tube with a huge charge of womb-filling scalding spunk! Damn, as much as my body wanted to climax, the sensory overload screamed for more of her, of this coupling, of her total possession of me! But try as I might to control that invading pressure at the base of my cock, I was helpless! As the imminence of my explosion established itself, I became aware of the tightening grip of Sarah’s walls on my turgid meat. We would cum together! Now, instead of dreading the culmination of our joining, I welcomed it, craved it, almost willed it! Sarah arched her back in an effort to f***e me as deep inside her as was physically possible. To that end, I rammed my phallus as deep into her as I could go, then kept it at that depth as the first stream of my hot sticky cream burst from my jizz slit in its quest for her waiting womb! In response, Sarah’s cum-canal almost sucked me to its furthest extent, yelling for more of my seed! In unison, we screamed of the domination of our lust to the rest of the world! As our orgasms invaded every cell of our bodies, the intensity was such that I could almost feel my s****r’s orgasm in conjunction with my own! The grip of her legs around my waist implies that she could also feel mine! We were joined not only physically, but spiritually as well! Never, in all my memories, had I felt this much a part of another human being’s existence! The closest I could come to for a description was an effect similar to Alice Through The Looking Glass! We rode the crest of that wave of passion and lust together, our souls joined as they swooped through the open skies of our joint existence! Too soon, the experience ended, but the memory of that one shared moment would remain until the stars all burned out! With a peace that I hadn’t felt inside me for . . . well, a very long time, I held my little s****r as tightly as I dared, afraid that after finding her again, I might lose her! If the question of being in love with her had been posed before, it was a no- brainer now! I could feel and sense that Sarah felt exactly the same way, and for the same reasons. It was a toss-up as to who held who the closest and tightest, not that the final score amounted to a hill of beans. We both knew, deep in our hearts, that the separation from each other was over, and the reunification was the single most important aspect of our very existence. No words were needed to communicate the revelation to each other, and none were spoken. “Brain? I love you, dammit! I’ve wanted you, needed you, and on occasion, had you, most of my life. But I’ve never felt this close to anyone, ever, before! I just wish it never had to end, that’s all”. “End? Who says it’ll ever end, s*s? You just took a part of me that I can’t exist without, so I guess I’ll just have to either fade away, or stick around for the rest of whatever! Like it or not, you’re gonna have to get used to your big b*****r invading your life. Think you can handle that?”. The warmth and strength of her kiss as she possessed another part of me for eternity was answer enough. “One more little favour, Sarah? Please, please, don’t ever ask me to fuck you again. I’ve had you, taken you, loved you, given myself freely to you, and hope to live ling enough to do all that again. But I’ve never just straight-out fucked you. You mean too much to me to just use you and discard the left-overs. I know, it’s a picky little thing, but it’s also a part of me that you’ve made me realize. I neither can, nor want to lose track of that gift. Deal?”. Sarah squeezed me tight enough to remind me of my ribs, and it was painful. Painful, but in a good way, a loving way, a part of us way. It just wasn’t something I wanted to go through continuously. I definitely would, however, always remember the lady that had caused that sharp reaction, and why she’d done it. For the rest of our lives, I’d remember. Sarah eased out of the bed and made her way carefully over to her bureau, opening one of the drawers just out of my vision of its contents. “Just where the hell do you thing you’re going, young lady?”, I demanded of her. “Get the pretty little ass over yours back here, and hold me like no other woman can! That isn’t a request, either! It’s a demand!”, I growled at my little s****r. “Listen, Buddy!. I have a pussy full of my b*****r’s hot cum in me, and I intend to keep every drop of his life-giving cream, and every degree of his heat inside my cunt, to savour for as long as I can! You have no fucking idea of how much that means to me, how long I’ve waited to have a part of him inside me again! I’m grabbing a pair of panties to help hold him inside me!”, and she slipped on a pair of pink silk panties that barely covered her pussy. Pulling them up tight enough to do their job of retaining my cum, they outlined her slit like a second skin. Seeing her gorgeous sex inspired a threatening twitch from my cock, “I saw that, Brian Pelham!”, Sarah declared. “Try that one more time and I’ll suck you until you’re hard again, then ride you until I’m so fucking full of your spunk that I’ll leave tracks like a fucking slug for a week!”. Sarah could always get me lathered when she talked dirty like that, and she knew it! There were still logistics to plan, problems and conflicts to overcome, and a hundred and one other details to take care of. Most of them would be relatively easy, but one or two would prove to both of us just how strong that commitment to each other that had started almost a half century earlier really was. The next morning, over coffee, I had some more of those usual ten million questions buzzing around in my brain. A lot of them had been answered last night, but some still existed. Sarah still wore those protective panties from the previous night, and not much else. The sight of her body made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. But I tried. Honest, I really did! “Umm, s*s? You mentioned an emergency crisis when you called. Gonna fill me in on what that is, and maybe how I can help?”. “That depends, b*****r of mine. You mentioned that you might stick around, right? Any decisions yet?”. “Yeah. Well, sort of. I know what I want and need to do. I just haven’t figured out where I need to be to do it. And you’re right. That was almost another repeat of ducking the question, wasn’t it?”. “Maybe. Tell me what it is that you want to do. We’ll come back to the where you want to do it part later”. “Okay, what I want to do, and need to do, is be with my little s****r for the rest of whatever. Last night proved to me beyond all doubt that, while I may be able to live like an urban hermit, I really don’t want to any more. There’s something inside me that makes me feel complete, fulfilled, and worthwhile. It also seems that you’ re the only person I know that can bring that part of me out. Now that I’ve found it again, and you too, I’ll be damned if I’m prepared to live without it. Or you, for that matter. I warned you about that last night, just before we fell asl**p. Remember?”. “Oh yeah, I remember! This morning, I thought you might have said that in the heat of passion, and I’ve been a little afraid of that possibility. Are you telling me that I can stop worrying now?”. “Yeah . . . yeah, s*s, I am. You asked me if I was still in love with you last night, remember? Well, turns out I am, so I’ve got the same problem as you. Only cure I can think of is to get back to what we dreamed of years ago. That brings up the next question though. Are we gonna stay here in Idaho, growing spuds or whatever, or are we going to ship you out to Ontario? There’s strong arguments both ways on that point. Talk to me, little s****r. I need you to be in this fifty-fifty”. “Brian, if it was just me, I wouldn’t care if we moved to Pago-Pago! But you do have a niece, and she says she wants to get to know her uncle. Her life is here in Idaho, and to be honest, I can’t see her pulling up roots and moving to Ontario. I’m not so sure that, with her being almost as important in my life as you are, I’d be comfortable in Ontario without her. So there’s a dilemma we have to address, right? It might mean that, if we’re going to be together, you’d have to move down here. Is that do-able?”. My mind raced through a thousand scenarios, but it was do-able, as she phrased it. I’d have to pull a lot of strings and call every favour I was owed, but yeah, it was do-able. I went through some of my ideas with my little s****r, just to help reassure her that our separation was finally over. Then I downed my coffee, poured a refill, and made some phone calls. Brad, my boss, couldn’t give me a definitive answer, but promised he would just as soon as he found anything out. Until that happened, there was no sense banging my head on a wall. The walls always won anyway. Just as I was sitting down at the table again, the door burst open and in walked my niece! I’d never met her before, or even seen her picture, but I would have recognized her anywhere, even on a moonless night! And despite my weakening eyesight brought about with age, I think I had my first experience with double vision! Annie, my niece, struck me as a perfect clone of Sarah when I had last seen her, at the ripe old age of eighteen! For reasons that I didn’t have the concentration to figure out, that sight made my heart rate almost double! “Hi! You must be my uncle Brian, right?”. any control I had ever had of my facial muscles evaporated as my jaw headed for the floor at the acceleration rate of gravity. “I’m Annie, your niece! Mum said you’d be here today, and I’ve been so looking forward to getting to know you!”. Ever had one of those situations happen to you that had red flashing lights and warning bells going off in your head? You have? As of that second, me too . . . . As you can see, there's a potential opening to turn this into a multi-part story. Send me a PM if you'd like to see it grow. Meanwhile, I have some other outlines to work on and finish. I'll post them when I feel they're ready . . . if anyone's interested.

Belly Button SeXStoRY

I awake to the sounds of the enchanting dawn chorus. Its 5:45am and outside on the silhouetted branches of the tree outside a cluster of our small, feathered friends sing in unison at the rising of the sun. I turn to my side and see the equivalent of a dawn chorus lying beside me. God, you are so beautiful, so perfect and you look oh so fragile right now. The crumpled sheet has fallen away from you and your firm, perky breasts are on full show. Are you dreaming about someone special I wonder? Your nipples are hard and your breaths are light and relaxed. I edge closer, reluctantly wanting to touch you, but how can I resist? The tip of my finger traces slow circles around your nipple. You suddenly flinch and I almost shriek as you startle me, I’m so lost in you. I look at you and I’m relieved my voice didn’t wake you; that’s good, for now anyway! I return my finger to your nipple and again attempt to gently caress your skin without waking you. Goose bumps appear on your firm mounds as I lightly stroke you in delicate circles. I so want to lick it, but dare I? My peaceful lust gets the better of me and I gradually lean forward. My tongue, moist and free now licks slowly over your hard nipple. I hear you moan. I pull away and glance up at your cute face. Your eyes still shut, you appear still in slumber. I lean down and with the tip of my tongue I lick down your cleavage. My fingers carefully peel back the sheet, like a wave receding from the shore. I kiss your supple skin that adorns your perfect stomach. I see your belly rise and fall, and there it is, my destination, your belly button; a seemingly innocent hole. I gaze lovingly at it, wanting to make love with the start of your existence. I gently place my tongue in it, and lightly swirl it in its depth. It’s so soft, like all of the skin that wraps your body. As my tongue dips in and out, my hand creeps up the waves of the sheet beneath us. My fingers lightly touch your hair. My fingers from my other hand gently spread your navel wider. I want to be deep inside you, to feel you, to be at one with you. The tip of my tongue laps the outskirts and slowly dips in. It circles the edge, round and round, clockwise first then opposite. Your concaved skin now glistens and I feel the heat that’s radiating from you. I slowly trace my fingers away and they lightly stroke the curve of your breast. Over the top and on the underside, I cup your breast and it fills my hand. I lightly blow my warm breath in your belly button. My breath is cooler than your skin and I feel you shiver slightly and you exhale a satisfying moan. You appear more conscience now and you’re coming to terms that there actually is someone so close to you. It’s not a dream baby. I can’t look at you, for if our eyes met the magic would be lost. I feel a gentle hand in my hair, slowly massaging a fistful of my hair. I moan into your belly button, softly kissing it, all over it and around it. I hear you speak, a sl**py voice, but I hear you clearly… “Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop…” My tongue now laps at your naval, and I feel you fidgeting beneath me. I’m sure I recognise your movements, I’ve seen them countless times before. Surely you can’t be… can you? My eyes divert from your creamy white layer and I gaze upon your thighs. You’ve spread your legs and raised your knees. You are slowly grinding against thin air. Still I don’t want our eyes to meet, this spell can’t be broken, not just yet! Another weary moan from you and you mutter so sexily, “baby, I think I’m gonna… don’t stop…” I now dip my tongue right in, probing your inner core. Faster I lap the delicate hole, your fingers in my hair and your moans encouraging me to pleasantly intrude the centre of your body. I hear you gasp, then gasp again. I can hear a soft urgency oozing from your lips, “yes baby… goddd… yesss.” I feel you tense, your stomach taut, your hips and legs rigid as the wave of a silky smooth orgasm passes through you. I stay deep in your belly button, whispering my breaths into you. I hear you… “Kiss me baby…"

A Stranger in the Hotel SeXStoRY

The strangest thing happened to me a little while ago. I thought I would never tell anyone what happened either but I kinda like the idea that guys will jerk off as they read my story. I admit, while I am writing this I feel aroused a little and oh how I wish I could watch you wanking or even feel your shaft. I'm not gay they always say. I don't care much for gay men. I always think gay and straight are measured by how they behave. I like women’s bodies and football and dirty jokes and pints of beer and rugby and if I watch gay pornography I am turned off. I think that makes me straight? I am a field engineer and travel a lot with full expenses, so often I will take my partner with me and she will shop while I work, and then we enjoy the hospitality of a decent hotel. I was on yet another jaunt to bonnie Scotland but she had to work. On this occasion I would have to travel alone but it was only for two nights. Not so bad really, but boring, and this hotel was very pleasant. A proper old Tudor style almost castle in the highlands with a moat and surrounding manicured fields with deer and rabbits and the occasional tree leading all the way down to a loch. Me at one four seat table with white cloth and silver cutlery and some other guy in his forties who like me probably didn’t go to the gym or have ripped biceps. Just a normal guy sat at the next table facing me and also all alone. Boring musac played in the background that may as well have been silent and austere. Eventually the waitress arrived to ask what I wanted and she was so sweet and desirable that I had no choice but to forgive her lateness. She went over to the stranger and after some mutterings had to bend over slightly to point and explain the menu he held. Her skirt was too short and rode up as her bum stuck out and through my head went wishes of bending her over the table and taking her from behind, this girl who was half my age. A second waitress brought the food out to both tables at the same time and she was a stunner. As she lent over to place my meal carefully held in a tea towel as her silky Edinburgh accent soothed “mind the plate it’s very hot” I could see the milky bulge of firm right breast. I stared in the vain hope of a glimpse of nipple. No such luck as the unnecessary bra held her secure. I watched the twenty odd year old firm arse cheeks twitch away and wished so much to be 20 years younger right now. If I was she would say no but at least she would not see a lecherous old man. The other guy with half a mouth of Aberdeen Angus steak pointed at the kitchen door with his fork and muttered “Fit or what?” I just nodded and huffed. Neither of us had a chance with either girl even though it felt like we were the only four occupants of the establishment. I sat back and sucked in air and pressed my aching tummy back into place as a little belch fell out and I held my breath before puffing as the first waitress asked me if I’d like anything else. Digestion maybe? I would have to sl**p this off and so I asked for a rum, large one please? Other guy was already sitting back relaxing and having a pint and smiled as he clarified “That’s better, I needed that.” He got up to leave but he didn’t, he came over to my table and I felt encroached. What was he going to do? I hate when boring salesmen throw themselves at you and start talking about their job and, oh bollocks, he was pulling out the chair opposite me and sat down placing his shot glass on the napkin. Oh great I thought as he burped ‘Graham’ and held out his hand. I shook it of course to be polite but I wanted him to fuck off and quick, “That meal was great,” he said, “a go on one of those girls would be a dessert but, it’s not gonna happen I suppose.” I still didn’t speak; I just thought what a strange comment from someone I don’t even know. But his ongoing conversation was mildly entertaining and we found a common interest, we both loved Thailand and persisted in trying to outdo each other in knowledge and exploit stories. Waitress number one came back and asked if we’d like more drinks. I insisted on paying, why not? My boss is paying for it. Graham made some smart suggestive comment to the girl, which she ignored and then she asked what we wanted for breakfast. He replied “what an offer that is.” But she wasn’t tagging as her ‘please give me felatio highland accent gave “What are you like?” I was staring at the V crease in the front of her dark blue short skirt as in my head the x-ray vision could see her mound and I wanted to pull her in and slide my tongue into the soft moist sweet lips. Under the table my cock was tingling with anticipation. With four rums inside me I wanted her. And her friend come to that. “Good job I’m on the ground floor” I said, “I’m so stuffed I couldn’t manage the stairs.” “I’m on the ground too” replied Graham, “What room are you in?” It seemed a perfectly innocent question as I told him 116. “Blow me” he continued, “I’m in 119.” Don’t know what difference that made apart from the fantasy uniformed waitresses could swap guys for a second fuck. “Well I’m going to call it a day” I said as I rose pushing the dining chair back till it nearly fell. Graham got up too muttering yeah why not. As we staggered along the hallway and reached my room door he asked if I wanted a nightcap from his minibar? Well why not eh? I sat on the end of his bed and pressed the on button of his TV. First vision I receive is a woman giving a semi erect cock a bl**dy good seeing to with her mouth. I just stared at it in jealousy as I could hear over my shoulder “Yeah, I was having a look at the porn channels before going to eat but none of them were on”. I replied, “Well they are now” and carried on watching. I leant back on one elbow and it was visibly obvious in the front of my Levi’s that I had an erection. Graham mimicked me and I took a careful opportunity to see if he was in the same state of arousal. Clearly he was and he looked like a big boy as it bent around uncomfortably across his left pocket. I stared at it for ages and tried to imagine what it looked like inside those suit trousers. I gave it up and went back to the TV where the lady was now getting it from both ends from two very ugly men with very long, straight, and very hard shafts as she groaned in pretended climaxity. I felt the bed jiggle about as if someone was fidgeting and instinctively looked across to Graham lying next to me whose trousers were opened wide and pushed down over his hips and he was one handedly with his thumb in the top of his boxers pulling down. I could see the middle half of his shaft and just the top edge of one testicle and that was enough to get my attention. For some mesmerising reason I wanted to see his cock that suddenly pinged out from its trap and twitched north as he sighed, “blimey that’s better”. It was so different to mine. It was maybe only an inch thick but so bl**dy long compared to me. It curled to the left and was ribbed through and through with veins and his foreskin covered the end. He took it in his left hand and pulled slowly down revealing an almost red bell end, almost round apart from the line down the banjo string. It felt really odd to be looking at this erection. I love to see them in porn movies. If they are not hard I don’t get off on it, but this was real and within touching distance. I was scared and excited and wondered where this encounter would go. Perhaps I should say goodnight and let him have a wank in private. He lent back arching his ass and pushed his pants and trousers down to the knees and then took hold properly of his wanting manhood and I just stared. Neither of us spoke. I think he was enjoying showing off and I was certainly enjoying watching him as I decided I wanted a closer look. I turned to one side sliding down the bed and rested my head in my left hand propped on the bed and my elbow rested against his hip. He didn’t flinch as his left hand rubbed slowly, obviously not in any hurry, and I was excited by the tiniest of physical contact. I let my head slide off my hand and come to rest on his hip, his cock only inches from my face and my eyes directly in line with his helmet and I stared incessantly as the skin rolled over and back, over and back. Out of the lower of my eyes I could see huge balls rise up from his thighs and disappear again only to ride up once more and I could smell his manhood. It had a smell of desire and sex. It was a nice smell and wanting and I could now understand why women suddenly take you in their mouth. I was so excited and the butterflies so out of control I feared I would be sick and without thinking I placed my right hand on his leg, flat down my fingertips almost able to touch his balls that I could feel tugging at his legs skin. Still he didn’t flinch and how strange that this man who I only knew as Graham and yet I knew what job he did, that he was twice married and had two k**s and these days got most of his screws from Thai Bargirls was not embarrassed or put off by being so intimately close to another man while wanking. Rear stable I looked up out the top of my eyes only moving my head a fraction to see him holding up his head with his right hand and watching me watching him. I no longer cared that this was wrong and I cupped those huge balls in my hand. I had to move from one to the other because I could not hold them both in one hand. They tightened and flexed as I felt them gently and the wrinkles in the scrotum tightened and the hairs stiffened. He was liking this and though I didn’t want to, so was I. I moved my hand slowly stroking upward from his balls and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of his cock driving my fingertips through the jungle of black hair and he stopped wanking letting go of himself as I kept going and had a bl**dy good feel of his knob. What a weird sensation it is for a straight man to feel someone else’s hard on and Graham suddenly sat up on the bed. I let go in shock and horror that I had gone too far but he pulled his open neck shirt over his head as he muttered “come on, take your clothes off. I wanna watch you wank as well.” He lent forward and took off his kegs and socks and I still hadn’t moved. I felt him grab and squeeze hard my throbbing cock through the front of my denims and he spoke softly again, “Come on, I can see you need to empty out your balls as well” and he started undoing my belt and top button. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to do something very rude and I wasn’t going to stop him – I hoped. He put his hand in my pants and held my shaft firm and I could feel my pants being dragged downward and as I closed my eyes I could feel that glorious warm wet smooth soothing sensation of a mouth over your helmet. I kept them closed tight and even though I could feel the roughness of bristle I pretended it was the waitress giving me a little something extra. He slid his mouth up and down my rigid member as he held on tight to the base of my shaft and then pushed on further into my underpants to cup my small tight balls in one hand. This was fantastic and I didn’t want to end. I didn’t want to cum. I wanted a vinegar stroke that would last all night. I looked up to see porn girl getting a face full from one of the workmen and I wanted so much to cum with him but wanted to stay a lot longer. “How does that feel?” Graham asked, “Any better?” I didn’t speak as I pulled my Tee shirt over my head and I could feel him pulling my jeans down but couldn’t get them over my Reeboks. I leant forward to help out with the decloaking and he was so impatient. I looked at his naked body crouched on his heels close up and sensations I never knew existed pulsed through me, one half wanting me to stop right now, the other wanting this to go all the way. I finally managed to get some words out as “I’m not gay,” what a fucking dumb thing to say as Graham nodded and said ‘neither am I’, “come up here on the bed and lie down” I continued and swept my hands around his midriff to pull him in close. As we lolled onto the mattress bouncing slightly I felt his chest and nipples against me as they hardened and ran my right hand quickly down his strong back to his butt cheeks and on to the hairy thighs as I could feel his erection touching mine and pressed hard between our groins. “I really can’t believe I am doing this,” I murmured as I slid my hand round to his frontage, grasping once again at his length and feeling it from helmet to testicles. I felt the hand around the back of my knee and he lifted my leg up to rest on his soft and slightly overweight side and then his hand sidled along the underside of my leg to my balls and the runway to my arse. He reached right round to hold my knob from behind as I stroked him gently and told him the truth and how I suddenly felt inside, “You have a fucking beautiful cock you know. If I was ever going to do a bi-curious thing I would have wanted someone with a cock like yours.” On the back of my wrist I could feel his navel as my hand went well past it to the top of his cock. It surely had to be 9 or 10 inches long and his balls were the size of two Satsumas’. A seriously impressive tool that invited you to play with it and right now I wished I was a woman. I twisted away from his face that truthfully disturbed me. It reminded me I was not supposed to be here. Not quite on his side and not on his back I slid my face down his chest and fat belly to his twitching and hopeful cock and watched his bell end as I pumped his length twisting my hand around as it worked up and down and heard him sigh with gratitude. He twisted around to diagonal across the bed and I again received the wet warmthness of oral pleasure. I looked at his knob and thought ‘how many times have you fantasised about blowing another mans cock?’ ‘Here is your chance, go on do it’ but my mouth was dry with the over excitement. I tried licking my lips and tried to swallow but couldn’t. I found the tiniest of moisture under my tongue and tried to work it up to my lips. I drew the pinky white skin jacket back with my mouth only an inch from his helmet with bated anticipation and breathed deep through my nose to grab as much aroma of him as possible. The smell was adorable and I wanted it but I was so scared that if I sucked him the smell would be lost. I took one last pleasurable sniff and dived onto him in one fell swoop. The feeling was so unexpected. You can fantasise all you like but nothing compares to actually having that real stiff cock in your mouth. I was drying up more and more and worried that it might be uncomfortable for him but he was ramming his head furiously up and down my cock as we 69’d. I rubbed the shaft and got a taste of him. Warm, salty, sweet, and moist and dry all at the same time. It tasted the same as my own pre-cum. something for which I had developed a taste. I could feel the ribs of his veins and the ridge of his helmet as I slid off him and pushed my tongue hard into his tiny hole to get more of the delicious juice and then sucked to make sure I had it all before sliding back onto him. I pushed my head hard down and pulled his cock toward me to get as deep as I could. I could feel his roundness against the back of my throat and wished I could take him more. I started to gag as his curve started to go down inside my neck. I tried to swallow and keep going and was only half way down him and it was really difficult but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could and I started to dribble as the saliva returned to lubricate my throat. I slid my right hand around to his buttock to pull him in more and could only just breathe but I didn’t care. I wanted to swallow it all. I put my hand in the small of his back and went further down and on in between his cheeks. I deliberately pressed my middle finger to his anus, pulling the cheeks apart with my other fingers and rubbed gently at his hole as I heard him once again groan and not once try to stop me. I couldn’t get him down any more and wanted to push his senses to the limit as I withdrew and pulled myself free from his delectable ability to perform the perfect mouth fuck on my short thick cock. Rolling him onto his back and up on my knees I arched his legs and parted his knees to reveal those huge balls hanging between his thighs and the shaft twitching as it pointed to his face. I went down slowly holding his legs apart and poked out my tongue running the tip up each side of his nut sack tickling the sensual tender skin between leg and runway. First one side then the other and then running the flat of my tongue over his sack and up the pipe to his happiness where I went down on him again feeling with my tongue and cheeks the ripples and ridges of his hardness. It was the control I enjoyed so much. This stranger was at my mercy because he needed to cum. He had to see out the desire that had been started and taken too far and I loved it. I didn’t want to suck him off I just wanted to see him at my mercy and all because my own baby machine wanted to reach its own climax. There was enough length to wrap my hand around and take him into my mouth and I rubbed frantically just to feel him lurch and lift and try to escape and not want to. He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me down so hard and blurted out “Fuck I’m going to cum you better stop” But I didn’t stop I kept right there and made ready for the load. When I am alone at home sometimes I like to make myself cum just a little bit and it goes straight from cock to mouth. My biggest wish in life is that I could suck myself off all the way and I wanted to cum right now. He tried to push my forehead up to save me from his inevitable unleashing of salty jiz but I persisted and stayed put and felt my own cock with my other hand as the first twitch and stiffness of him started with him accidentally yelling “Oh Fuck” and the first squirt shot right to the back of my mouth with such f***e all I could do was swallow. He half muttered, half whispered “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help…. Argh” a second shot, again right to the back and I swallowed. I slowed my rhythmic hand crank and could feel my own spit rolling down him onto my hand which I opened and slid the saliva rubbing gently into his shaft as the third and fourth squirt arrived gently onto my tongue. My mouth was so sticky and salty and I should have been repulsed but I was so edged out I wanted to unload my bollocks like never before. Working my tongue around my mouth I wanted to maximise the sensation because I knew I would never do this ever again. “What did you do, did you swallow it” Graham asked. I looked up at him and gulped and smiled, “I need a drink, I am so thirsty after that”. “I can’t do that” he replied, “I can’t let you cum in my mouth I don’t think.” “Tell you what,” I replied as I walked back to the bed with a seriously stiff knob, “I will clean up your knob with my mouth while you give me a hand job. Deal?” His cock was just as gorgeous flaccid. It was semi hard and hanging to one side and a good four inches long with his helmet hanging out the end. I got onto the bed upside down and held his buttocks while I ran my tongue all around it chasing it as it fell this way and that and felt Grahams hand start to rub me. I now know that the maximum pleasure you can receive is someone else doing it for you. He licked and gave the occasional mouthful and rubbed and I was getting ready to cum but with a slight anti-climax after what happened 5 minutes before. His cock grew in length and stiffness and more pre-cum was delivered much to my satisfaction and we set about a full on 69 with him on top and with his legs wide apart I was looking up along the track and to his bum cheeks. Gently pulling them apart and licking his hanging balls I lifted and kept on going right up to his box, lifting myself off the bed I ran my tongue around his ring and as I pulled hard apart to expose his hole I pushed my tongue into it. It tasted bitter but I liked it. I tried to fuck him with my tongue but it makes your tongue ache so I left it inside him and wriggled it now and again. Out of the blue he said as he turned to face me, “You want to fuck me?” I was confused and unsure but dragged myself from under him without him attempting to escape and kneeling behind him, bent over to give him a good mouthing. “Come on,” he whispered, “Give it to me.” I kneeled up and pulled those buttocks apart again and held my tip against his hole. Gently pushing forward and squeezing his cheeks together I felt a pop as my end jumped into him. “Phew” I heard “That doesn’t feel how you expect” but I kept going forward slowly and withdrawing now and then to give him a chance. I could only get half way in but that was enough to be able to pump him and I did, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up. His anus began to lubricate and my shaft started to slip as I pumped and in it went, deeper and deeper. Parting his ass again to get in as deep as I could I fucked and fucked until Graham said “Are you gonna cum” I could only grunt, “Cum in me, I want to feel you fill me up”. I held onto his hips tight and rammed with my groin and his ass slapping together, splat, splat, splat. And I could feel his bollocks tapping at my right leg and mine hitting hard into his runway. Out of curiosity I felt round to his cock; I wanted to hold it while I came. He was rock hard and he lurched when I held it. He began ramming his ass into me while I rubbed his shaft once again, he was loving this and I wondered which one of us is the fucking pervert. I could feel the end of his anus. I was in to his stomach. I was as deep as I could get and getting stabbed in the helmet. I withdrew just half an inch and held onto his hips again as I enjoyed the fuck for everything it was worth. My knob grew thicker and rigid with a throbbing as I felt the cum work its way up from its sack. BANG, the first load shot into him and he couldn’t resist “Fuck that feels fuckin excellent” with only breath. I kept on banging and shot load number two, then three, four. I thought I was never going to stop jetting as five, then six and I still kept fucking squeezing out ten, twelve squirts of glorious jiz. We didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I stayed there with my softening knob in his arse. What seemed like minutes passed until his bum hole pushed and closed my semi hard knob out. Under the TV light and two women on a double dildo I could see shit and semen dribbling down the inside of his leg and the end of my cock was covered in what the porn studios refer to as chocolate sauce. It was too late for diplomacy so I struck up a conversation of “I have to get back to my room somehow to have a shower but I can’t put my kegs on in this state.” “Idiots have put two towels in my bathroom” he replied, “have a shower here.” That shower was so hot and refreshing even though the cubicle was too small. I finished washing down and stood back to the shower head to the massaging flow down my back and closed my eyes. The cubicle door rattled open and Graham was on his knees in front of me and set about sucking me off again. I didn’t try to stop him and stood there waiting to see what he would do next. He stood slowly up and said he needed the shower too and I did the strangest thing. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I held his face and kissed him open mouthed and shot my tongue into his mouth, rolling it around the inside and under his tongue and he didn’t try to stop me. He just rubbed my cock and held me close by the back of my neck and that cock sensation was intensified by my French kissing him. I pulled away and twisted out of the shower as he stepped in and I got a handful of gel and started washing him down paying special attention to that beautiful penis. “Are you going to stay?” he asked. I lay on my side away from him and pulled my head into the pillow as I felt him get into bed and cuddle up to me. Hours later I awoke to what I thought was a dream and rolled over in bed to find this man still here. I lifted his bum cheek and placed my shaft carefully between as I cuddled up and ran my hand round to his cock. He was rock hard in his sl**p and I gently massaged it. He turned to me and muttered quietly, “can’t you sl**p?” “No I’m ok” I whispered as he turned and brought our foreheads together, “I want to stay here with you if that’s ok?” his hand went back down on to my shaft that twitched when he touched…. I awoke again to daylight streaming through the curtain and the not set alarm clock flashing red numerals that claimed it was 5.12am and the sheets were lifting up and down below as he was sucking me off yet again. I giggled like a schoolboy and lifted the covers as he looked up. “When the waitress said what do you want for breakfast I don’t think this was what she had in mind” I said quietly. He looked up and, “Do you know you cum in your sl**p?” he asked. “Really,” I replied, “and what did you do with it?” “I swallowed” he answered with a grin, “Thought I might as well try it now I’m sober. I could taste cum in your mouth last night and thought it was quite nice. But it was only a little bit. It wasn’t half easy to do number two this morning though,” he continued, “and if you can cum that much in my arse I want to see how much I can swallow.” We got back into that 69 position again and pumped and licked and mouthed softly each others cocks and then began to explore with no holds barred. Showing off he did a handstand against the wall while I went to work on him. I put his legs either side of my neck and ran the tongue everywhere that was exposed. Followed by him lying on the floor and I sat on his face while he ate my shitter. If he had touched my cock while his tongue was in me I swear I would have unloaded. Into my armpits went the backs of his knees and I pulled him back till his ass was airborne and dived in. No longer mouth dry I got him as wet as a cumming teen girl everywhere around his tackle till my knees ached on the hard floor. ‘Bed’ I snapped as I got up and he obeyed. I stood at the side and ordered him to suck me off and be good or I would have to do something nasty to him. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted and I didn’t know what I was going to do but this was fun. He slid a finger into my arse and pushed in deeper and deeper and I wasn’t going to try and stop him. I was so far gone I couldn’t take it and dived onto him and back onto that cock rubbing it frantically. He released some piss accidentally but I just swallowed it but it was no use he needed to go. We stood in the shower and he pissed a quality half pint all over my bollocks and I tried to return the favour. It was just so exciting to be so naughty. I managed to get my cock into his arse and pissed into him. Playing can be such fun sometimes. We used the shower to clean up and went back to the bed to continue the 69 and he managed to go all the way. Cumming within seconds of each other having a mouthful and swallowing is fantastic when you are cumming as well. We had breakfast together and left and never spoke to each other again and often I think should I make contact with a guy (preferably straight) just for one more session like that?

Master's Homecoming SeXStoRY

The sound of the key in the lock alerted her to his arrival. With a final glance in the mirror to check her appearance, she quickly walked to the end of the hall and lowered herself to her knees. As she waited, her mind wandered back over her recent lessons… Part of her original attraction to him had been his open mind. Not many men (or women!) could handle a wild c***d like herself, let alone bring her to heel. He had more than proven equal to the challenge though, which instilled within her an appreciation for his perspective. It had all begun the first time she greeted him at the door. She didn’t see anything amiss being dressed in heels and sheer lingerie, and was baffled by his reaction. She’d tried a different approach the next time, wearing one of his dress shirts instead (unbuttoned with nothing underneath, she’d felt overdressed as it was), with the same result. His first discussion on the topic of “discretion” was so alien to her that she’d wondered if she’d done something deserving of punishment. The idea that less could be more was a ridiculous concept to her, unless one was discussing clothing. And who really cared what the neighbors thought? If those stupid bitches knew anything about how to please a man, none of them would try to look at her, would they? Besides, she knew who owned her, heart and soul, and if she wanted to show off for him, that was good… wasn’t it? Except… For some reason… It displeased him. No, no… be fair. It didn’t displease him, it made him uncomfortable. This was quite confusing. After all, he didn’t mind when she dressed up naughty for an evening out. Hell, she would walk around his apartment bareass, and not a single complaint. Then again, he DID always keep the blinds drawn… She sighed happily at the memory. It had taken a hell of a lot of patience to change some of her habits. She certainly hadn’t been an easy student. How he’d put up with her… His yawn brought her out of her daydream. He’d called her before heading home, and she could tell from his voice that he was tired. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? She caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror, took a second to study her image as she heard him putting his jacket in the closet. Her hair was done up in a loose ponytail and dr**ed over her right shoulder (a sensible thing, she thought, as it made it easier for him to grab her hair if he so chose). The robe she wore was silk, done in deep black with gold embroidery (it had been a gift to her shortly after they’d started seeing each other; a gift she cherished). Ordinarily, it came to mid thigh, but her spread kneeling position had raised the hem nearly to her waist, fully exposing her pussy (with no panties and shaven smooth, a couple of new habits he’d instilled in her). Although the robe covered her fairly well, she knew from past experience that it would only take arching her back and a deep breath to fully expose her breasts. No. After the day he’s had, he needs this. Not a bad idea at all. He rubbed his eyes as he came down the hall, oblivious to her presence. He nearly walked into her as her hands gently grabbed him by the hips, stopping him in his tracks. Before he could react, she opened his trousers and drew him out. Tired he may have been, but his cock responded quickly to her attentions. Opening her mouth wide, she hungrily sucked him down. Fighting her own desire, she took her time, gradually taking him deeper as her head bobbed back and forth. She knew she could bring him off quickly, but that wasn’t the point. This was about his pleasure, not hers. Keeping a gentle grip on the base of his dick, she slid the robe off one arm at a time, carefully setting it aside (it was silk, after all). Her free hand slid over her naked skin, pinching here, caressing there, ensuring her body was ready for whatever he desired. Maybe today you’ll push me onto my back and spread me open, give me a good fucking right here on the floor. Or maybe you’ll f***e my legs up and make me play with my pussy myself while you fuck my ass. She f***ed the thoughts from her head. He was the priority now. She moaned softly as she felt his fingers gently dig into her hair. She lowered her other hand, now using both to caress and tease her body. His fingers gradually tightened as he began to move his hips against her face. She felt her throat muscles put up a token resistance before relaxing as he pushed himself deeper into her throat. She looked up at him, eyes glittering with adoration. For all the problems he’d had teaching her, he’d rarely resorted to punishment, choosing instead to reward her behavior when she was a good little girl. It had taken time, but she had learned her lessons. She was a VERY good little girl now, and from the slight tremble in his hands, she’d be getting another reward soon. Oh, but I’ll teach you, too. Some day I’ll get you to pull out and shoot it all over my face instead of down my throat. And then you’ll call me a dirty slut as I run my hands over my face and suck it off my fingers. Or else you’ll put it all over my chest and I’ll show you what a shameless little whore I can be by holding my tits up to my mouth and licking it off my skin. His fingers dug tighter as she heard his breath come harder through his clenched teeth. She purred along the length of his shaft in anticipation. Oh, yeah, I’ll get it out of you. I’ll make you growl. I’ll make you ROAR. You may have taught me to keep things IN, but I’ll teach you to let things OUT. With a shudder, he finally let go. She greedily swallowed her reward down, easing back and coaxing it out with her juice-covered fingers. Her tongue slid over the tip, catching the last drops, not letting any of it get away. She gave the head a final, loving kiss as she lazily stroked him hard again. As she looked up again, she could tell it was just the beginning for that night. She smiled, eager for more attention. “Welcome home, Master.”

a walk in the park pt 1 SeXStoRY

A Walk in the Park My name is Hannah Jensen and I'm a happily married woman. Very happily married. I'm thirty-one years old, have a 13 month old daughter named Sarah, and a wonderful husband, Jim, who's a CPA. We've been married for six years and it's been wonderful. Jim is the classic `tall, dark and handsome' man that every girl dreams about. Don't get me wrong, we've had our problems, but for the most part it's been wonderful The only rough stretch came during the first six months after Sarah's birth. I couldn't seem to rekindle any interest in sex and Jim suffered through it without a murmur. I worked hard and got back into shape and did my best, but sex just didn't appeal to me. It wasn't that I was scared of getting pregnant again (Sarah's birth was very difficult), but..... I was just reluctant. Sarah was just six months old when we went for a walk in the park. We live in a nice suburb that borders a big park with a world famous rose garden that's over 100 years old. I love to put Sarah in her carriage when the weather is good and walk through the park with her. I know she'll love the flowers when she's older. This particular day was a very hot day in July, a week or so after the 4th. The sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, and it was very humid. When we left the house I was wearing a rather baggy, loose fitting sleeveless cotton top, a short denim skirt, and sandals. I was back in shape and proud of it. I'm not beautiful, but I am fairly attractive. I'm 5'8" tall, usually weigh around 125 pounds, and I have a nice figure (34c-25-35). My legs are my best feature - they're long and sleek and nicely curved and my thighs are smooth and firm. I'm proud of them and like to show them off. As for the rest, I have brown hair, worn very short now, brown eyes, and a smooth olive-tan complexion. We crossed the street into the park and went up the path to the rose garden. Sarah was content to suck on her pacifier and wave her little hands around. I walked slowly to give me time to admire the flowers and to avoid getting sweaty. It was hot and I knew I couldn't keep Sarah out too long - but there were shady spots where I could park the carriage and take a break out of the sun. After a few minutes I turned away from the rose garden and crossed the grass to the new rock garden that had been put in over the past two seasons. It was shady there and much cooler. I was crouching to examine a plant I' d never seen before when I heard the click and whir of a motorized camera. I glanced up and saw a very attractive young woman taking pictures a few feet down the path. She glanced over and smiled and I smiled back. She had a Nikon camera, with a macro zoom lens, set on a sturdy professional tripod. My husband and I dabble in photography (he'd hate it if he knew I said dabble - he's serious about it) so I knew that I was looking at a professional setup. The woman looked to be no more than 18 or 19 but I knew she had to be older. She was a redhead and I was surprised at how tanned she was. Her thick red hair was pulled back into a French braid that hung almost to her waist. She was wearing denim shorts, a tank top, and was barefoot. Her arms and legs were smoothly muscled and I guessed she worked out regularly. She took a couple of more shots and then straightened up and walked over and bent over the carriage. She smiled at Sarah and glanced up to ask me how old she was. I saw that her eyes were a deep green, a shade I'd never seen before. "Six months, her name is Sarah." My voice sounded strange to me and I wondered if I was catching a summer cold. The redhead grinned and said, "My name is Sara - without an `h'. Your Sarah is very pretty." "So are you!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I found myself wondering why I'd said that. It was true of course, but still.... She blushed and said, "Thank you, you're very kind." Desperate to change the subject, I asked about the pictures she was taking. She told me that she was a professional photographer and was working on a book about public gardens in the United States. We chatted for a while and I found myself fascinated by her descriptions of the gardens she'd visited and photographed and the characters she'd met while doing so. She had a wedding ring on and I asked how her husband dealt with all her traveling. She blushed again and admitted that she wasn't married, she just wore the ring as a way to discourage unwanted attention. We talked for a few more minutes and then she asked me if I'd mind posing for her. I hesitated and then let her talk me into it. I wanted to pose, but didn't want to seem too eager. She moved her tripod and replaced the macro zoom with a 105mm telephoto. I posed in front of the rock garden, moving and changing position as she directed. I found that I enjoyed posing very much. She kept up a steady stream of encouragement, directions, flattery, and just plain chatter. She stopped at one point to change film and I changed Sarah's diaper while she was busy. Then she posed me crouching in front of an ornamental grass plant, a big purple specimen that I wished I had in my garden. I was facing the camera at a 45 degree angle and she directed me to pull my skirt back a little to show more of my `long beautiful legs' as she put it. I tugged it up a little and then a little more. She moved a little and asked me to open my knees slightly - I knew she was going to get a revealing shot of my inner thighs, but I didn't mind. She finished the roll very quickly and I learned a little about what it was like to model for a professional photographer - it was mostly a matter of taking directions, something I've always done well. She had me take my sandals off for the third or fourth shot, then kneel with my skirt up high to show my thighs. A later pose had me roll my top up from the waist to show my bare midriff. I quite enjoyed posing and was disappointed when the second roll of film was finished. Sara told me she'd develop and print the pictures overnight and would have them ready the next day. She offered to meet me in the park and give me a set of prints. I hesitated for a moment and then suggested that she bring them to the house in the morning. "My mother is taking Sarah for the day so I can work in the yard. You're welcome to come over for breakfast and I 'll show you my garden." I held my breath while I waited for her to answer. I didn't know why, but it was suddenly very important that she accept my invitation. It was her turn to hesitate. Then she smiled and said, "I was planning to check out of my motel and leave in the morning after dropping off the prints, but I guess I could stay over and spend the day visiting. Maybe I can get some pictures of your garden for my book. She gave me the address of the motel and the phone number so I could call if anything came up. Then we walked to the parking lot and she packed her stuff in her van and followed me home, irking a few drivers who didn't like her slow pace. She pulled into the driveway and we chatted for a few minutes. She wrote down the address and I gave her the number of my cell phone. Then it was time for me to take Sarah in for lunch and time for Sara to go. She held her hand out and we shook. Then, holding my hand tightly, she pulled me forward until I was pressed against the door of the van. We stared at each other for a moment and then she kissed me on the mouth. It was strange kissing another woman - strange and different, softer, more intimate, more erotic than kissing a man. I was stunned. I leaned againt the door and let her tongue probe deep into my mouth. The kiss ended, finally, and I stepped back, dazed. I stared at her for a moment and she smiled and whispered, "Bye. Call me if you change your mind about tomorrow." Then she put the van in gear and backed out of the driveway. I stood there and watched her drive down the street and turn the corner. Then I took Sarah inside and fixed lunch for both of us. The rest of the day passed in a kind of a blur. I couldn't forget the kiss. Nor could I forget how much I had enjoyed modelling for Sara. And I couldn't forget her strange green eyes. That night seemed to last forever. My husband got home late and was preoccupied with some problems one of his clients was having. I went to bed at 10 p.m. and had trouble falling asl**p. Then I woke up at 2:00 a.m. and had trouble getting back to sl**p. I went downstairs and walked in the yard, wearing only the man's undershirt that I use for a nightshirt. It's an XL and fits me like a short dress - to mid-thigh. The armholes are huge and revealing and it's been washed so many times that it fits me like a glove and the material is very thin. It's my favorite thing to wear to bed, but that night it felt stifling even though the temperature at 2:00 a.m. was only 70 degrees. I turned the hose on and let a stream of cold water wash over me. My nipples hardened and then I was shivering. I went inside and dried off and went back to bed nude. I was up at 6:00 and took Sarah over to my mother's house at 7:00. I was home and showered by 8:00. Then I tried to decide what to wear. I finally decided on plain work-in-the-garden casual - an old pair of faded denim cutoffs, a sleeveless denim shirt - old, faded, and soft, plain cotton underwear (Hanes), white cotton socks and workboots. I took a long look in the mirror and decided that the cutoffs weren't short enough. I took them off and cut another 2" off each leg and then made a little slit in each side next to the seam. Much better, much sexier. Sara arrived at 9:00, wearing linen shorts and a sleeveless top cropped just below her bust. She looked very sexy. I poured her a cup of coffee while she spread the prints out on the dining room table. I was stunned when I saw them. They were black and white, developed and printed in a portable darkroom in the bathroom of her motel room, but they were great! I looked.... professional, sexy, beautiful, mysterious. I looked at each one several times. It wasn't vanity - I was just stunned at how good she made me look. I asked her how she'd done it and she grinned, "Magic, it's magic! But seriously, there are just some people that the camera loves - photogenic some call it, but I call it love, and you happen to be one of them. People like you always look great in pictures. You should see some of the top models in person - you wouldn't give them a second glance. But the camera loves them and they look great on film. If you were a few years younger....." Her voice trailed off and I shrugged. "That's okay. I'm 31 and I'm happy with my life." Sara nodded. "I can see that. You ooze contentment, but I sense a slight discord. And yesterday you did seem to respond...." I shook my head. "Not now, please. Let's go look at my gardens." I turned and started toward the kitchen and the back door. Sara grabbed her cameras and followed. I stepped out onto the deck and held the door for her, enjoying her gasp of surprise as she got her first glimpse of our backyard. Most people react like that. Our house is set on a lot that measures 400' wide by 800' deep. Originally part of a 15 acre parcel owned by the city, and intended to be part of the park, it had been cut off from the park when the adjoining town, in which the land lay, insisted on putting a road through. The road I live on. So the 15 acres was never developed and the land our house was on was sold to a prominent politican who built the house in the early 1930s. We bought it three years ago. The rest of the parcel is used by the park for various purposes. There is a small greenhouse, a maintainence shed, and quite a number of experimental plots. A lot of it is quite overgrown. Our land is completely surrounded by an 8' stockade fence that the city put in and maintains. So our yard is very private. And very beautiful. We have a two-level deck on the back of the house with exits onto the upper level from the back bedrooms. Stairs lead down to the lowerlevel which has an exits onto it from the kitchen and diningroom. Then another set of stairs lead down to the ground level where there is a bluestone patio surrounding an inground pool and spa. To the left is a three-car garage with a small apartment on the second floor. The pool is surrounded by a 4' wrought iron fence. Beyond the pool is a big stretch of lawn. The land slopes upward starting about 120' behind the house. This is where I've put my gardens. Over the past two years I've created a series of terraces for my rock garden. In the far back corner, on the right, there is a huge boulder that was left when the house was built. It's about 9' in diameter and must weight 7 or 8 tons. It's just inside the fence and is the focal point of my garden. I've got 4 levels of terraces that I've dug by hand. I've had some smaller boulders brought in - 2'-4' in diameter and weighing 500-1,000 pounds. I've got them s**ttered around the various levels and now I'm filling in with smaller rocks and crushed stone. I've started planting on the upper two levels and I'm currently working on putting in a form for a water garden on the lowest level. I've had water and electricity run out there and I'm working on the hole. Sara glanced at me with a delighted smile on her face and then skipped down the stairs and ran across the lawn to the garden. I followed at a slower pace, enjoying her enthusiasm. She headed back to the garden and began snapping pictures. As I approached, she turned and snapped a few of me. "Oh, Hannah!" She exclaimed, "I love it! I want to document the rest of your work!" I smiled and told her that she was welcome anytime. I watched her as she shot a full roll of film. "Just preliminary shots, I want to have them so I can plan. Can I shoot you as you work?" "Of course, I'd love it. My mom takes Sarah two days a week and Jim is here on weekends to watch her." She turned and looked back at the house and noticed the balcony on the back of the garage - and the skylights. "What's up there?" I explained how the original owner's wife (the politican) had artisitic ambtions and he'd build an apartment onto the second level of the garage for her to use as a studio. "We had plans to renovate when we first bought the house. We thought we'd rent it out and the income would be a nice cushion." Sara nodded. "What happened?" "Well, we were caught in a kind of Catch-22 situation. We needed the income but didn't have the money for the renovations. Then my grandmother died and left me some money. Quite a lot of money actually, and we didn't need the income anymore so we never renovated the apartment." Sara grinned. "Can I look at it?" "Of course. But I have to warn you. It's pretty grim." She grabbed my hand and tugged. "Come on, please! I want to see it." I let her lead me back up the yard to the house. She went out to her van to get her equipment bag and I went inside to get the keys to the apartment. When I came back out she was just setting her bag down on the deck. She was very excited as we climbed the stairs to the door. I expected her to be disappointed when I finally got the door opened and ushered her inside, but she was delighted. The place was a real mess, but she saw the possibilities - like I'd seen them for a garden in what had been an overgrown yard. The garage apartment is basically two big rooms. A combination kitchen/living room and a bedroom/studio. There is a bathroom and a small room for storage. The total area is about 25' x 35' as the garage is really a 3 car garage with a storage area. Sara walked around and nodded occasionally, whispering to herself. Once she lifted her hand to point at something on the ceiling, a water spot, and her top lifted, baring her small, pert breasts. It was ..enchanting. She caught me looking and grinned. "Do you like them?" I felt myself blushing and stammered, "YYYYes, they're pretty." What a stupid comment I thought to myself immediately afterward. Then I stamped my foot in mock anger and said, "Don't do that - don't make me blush like that. I hate it." She grinned and said, "Then you don't want me to take my top off?" I blushed again and turned away. She laughed. "I heard you. What was that you muttered under your breath." I glanced over my should, my face still flaming. "Bitch. That's what I said." And I said, "Yes." She smiled, a sweet gentle smile that lit up her face like a thousand watt bulb. "Really?" I nodded. "Yes, really." And wondered what the hell I was doing. She slipped her top off and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts. I tried not to stare at her but her bare breasts were so pretty. They're small, maybe a b-cup, perfectly conical in shape, and tipped with hard little pink nipples. Which instantly came erect. She looked at me looking at her and grinned again. "Now you." I nodded and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I slipped it off and looked for a place to put it, but there wasn't a spot that was free of dust. I turned and opened the door and dr**ed my shirt over the railing. Then I turned back and looked straight at Sara as I reached back to unhook my bra. When I eased it off my breasts bounced gently and Sara took a deep breath. "God," she whispered, "You have beautiful tits. I wish mine were bigger." I tossed my bra on top of my shirt and stepped back into the room. It felt deliciously wicked to be topless in the presence of another woman, an almost total stranger. We walked around the apartment and Sara pointed out things that could be done. Then she said she wanted to talk seriously about leasing the place. We went back to the house and I poured coffee for us and we went out onto the deck. Sara made her pitch. She said she'd do the renovations herself, except for the plumbing, if I'd pay for the material and then lease her the place for a year with an option for a second year at an increase of no more than 10%. I was hesitant, but she convinced me that she could do the work. She grew up with five older b*****rs, the only daughter, and her father was a carpenter. One of her b*****rs is an electrican. She told me she could do the carpentry and the electrical work - we'd just need to have it inspected. And we'd have to find a plumber. Preferably a woman plumber. We talked money and she agreed to do a detailed estimate of material costs. We argued about the amount of the lease and came to an agreement. She dragged her equipment bag over to the table and pulled out a pad and pencil. Something else fell out, something that looked like a rubber ball, but had black nylon straps attached to it. She picked it up quickly and went to stuff it back into the bag. I asked her what it was. This time it was her turn to blush and I giggled as a wave of red moved down over her chest. She said something too low for me to catch and I asked her to repeat it. "Bitch. I said bitch." Then she grinned. "It's a ball gag." I must have look puzzled because she shook her head and continued, "It's a gag. I' m into mild b&d. Does that shock you?" "A little," I admitted. "But I'm also curious." She pulled the ball gag out of the bag again and set it on the table. Then she pulled out some additional items, naming each as she set it down. "Wrist cuffs." Leather straps like little belts with rings and a place for a small padlock. "Ankle cuffs." Pretty much the same except slight larger. "Nipple Clips." Small metal clips with padded jaws and strong springs. I shivered when I saw them. "Chains." A set of short chains with very fine links and spring clips on each end. "Dildo." A realistic penis made of rubber - about 8" long and thick. "Butt Plug." A black plastic device that had a flared base. "Another Dildo." This one attached to a pair of black nylon panties. "Vibrator." A big one with a black switch on the base. "Penis Gag." Another realistic penis about 5" long and thick, with straps. "Anal Vibrator." Thinner and not as long as the other one. "More clips." Small metal clips some with padded jaws and some with sawtooth jaws. When she was done she sat back and looked at me. "Well, are you too shocked? Should I pack up and leave?" I glanced from her to her collection and then back again. "No." My voice was a whisper. "Please don't leave." She stared at me in silence for a moment and then nodded. She picked up the wrist cuffs and asked if I wanted to try them on. I hesitated and then nodded. "Yes, I would." My voice still a whisper. She got up and came around the table. I held out my hands while she attached the cuffs. The she had me stand up and bring my wrists around behind my back. When I did, she used a spring clip to fasten the cuffs together. I was helpless. And shocked at how excited I was. Sara watched me try to free myself and smiled when I gave up. "Scared?" I admitted that I was. She asked if I wanted her to take them off. I hesitated and then whispered, "Not if you don't want to." She grinned. Then she picked up a pair of nipple clamps and ran her fingers over my nipples until they were erect and hard. I closed my eyes and moaned as she fastened the clamps to my nipples. The pain was intense, but bearable. And made me very wet. She watched me for a minute and then informed me that she was going to strip me. I shook my head. "No, please don't." "Do you want me to gag you?" She waited for me to answer. "No." "Then be a good girl." She unsnapped my shorts and eased them down over my hips. Then she knelt to work them off over my workboots. She folded them neatly and placed them over the back of my chair. Still kneeling, she reached up and pulled my panties down. I lifted each foot in turn and she worked them off over my boots. Then she glanced up and asked if I wanted my workboots on or off. I thought about it for a moment. "Off. I want to be entirely nude." She untied my boots and took them off. But she insisted on leaving my socks on. "Looks sexier," she explained. Then she reached up and ran the back of her hand over my thick pubic bush. "This will have to go." I nodded. She stood up and looked me over carefully, motioning me to turn. "Slowly, I want to study your body." I turned slowly, my eyes closed. I had never been so excited. The pain in my nipples was delicious. After a minute or two, she told me I could stop. "You have an incredibly beautiful body. I want to photograph you extensively. I want you to work nude in the garden. Will you?" I opened my eyes and found I was facing away from her. I turned and told her that I'd think about it. She stepped close and removed the nipple clips. I sighed as the pain vanished. Then she unsnapped the spring clip and freed my wrists. I stood there, hands at my sides, and waited. She sat down and looked up at me. "Decision time." She reached up suddenly and slipped a hand between my legs. Her fingers came away wet. She licked them delicately, like a cat licks its paw. "You're very wet and very tasty." She looked up at me and smiled. "Where do we go from here?" I shook my head. "I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I just don't know." "Do you want me to leave?" She waited patiently while I thought it over. "No, I don't." "You were, are, obviously turned on. Why?" "You. You turn me on. And so do these things." I gestured at the bondage toys spread across the table. "And so does the pain," I whispered. " The delicious pain." She kicked her sandals off and stretched her bare feet out in front of her. "You have to make a decision. Right now. We can go ahead or we can stop and remain just friends. If you want to go ahead then your place is on your knees for I mean to have you as my slave. My nude personal slave. I want you on your belly, licking my feet and acknowledging your slavery." I took a deep breath and looked out across the yard. Then I looked back at Sara. Small, slim, beautiful Sara with her pretty legs and pert little tits. And her wide, smiling mouth. I dropped to my knees and then down onto my belly. I kissed each of her small, pretty feet and then licked them in submission. She sighed with pleasure. Then she leaned over and fastened the cuffs together behind my back. I was a slave.