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After a while she is worked up enough I slide into her. I continue to gently poke her for about 10 minutes, until I cant take it anymore and come in her tight ass, she lets out a sigh as my cum fills her.

This is where the fun part starts, I uncuff her roll her back over on her back and then recuff her, as if I am going to "take care" of her now. However I re-apply the oil so she is very slippery and horny.

I then say Im going to take a shower, she screams "WHAT?" you better uncuff me. I tell her no, Frank will be here in a few minutes I'll leave the keys on the counter. This room was a loft so she would be able to hear him when he came in. She yelled and yelled as I went downstairs. She said you can do that as she squirmed. So I went back up and kissed her, I said dont worry he'll unlock you.

So, I do go in and take a shower..I'm in there maybe about 15 minutes with a hard-on thinking about what may be going on outside. Then I come out of the bathroom and sit down on the couch. I hear very quiet talking and get excited to realise Frank is up there with her.

Then things get very quiet and I hear no noise, I listen closely to see what I can hear. Suddenly I hear quiet moans. My plan worked. Slowly my fiance starts to moan more and more, and I begin to hear the handcuffs rattle against the headstand.

The went at it for about 20 mintues as I sat there listening, he even made her cum, I found out later. After they were finished Frank came down and walked right past me into the bathroom. He came out about 5 minutes later, and acted like nothing happened athough he knew that I was right there.

My fiance, at the time remember, later told me the whole story in detail and she really enjoyed it. That was only the beggining of this year long (or so) sex triangle.

Let me know if anyone wants to hear more, I do also have pics of her, not naked or anything but regular pics to help picture it..haha.. but I cannot post them on the site for fear of someone recognizing her.

We continued to meet and fuck each other regularly for about a month before she had to go back to her overseas University. We parted good friends as there was no love in the partnership. We had known each other too long and done many things together, and we knew each other past too well. It happened we enjoyed each other sexually as we both had done with other partners, perhaps better in some cases but we were not destined to marry.

Her father died suddenly at an early age about a year ago. Since then Sue says her mother remained apart from her other friends. Occasionally a female friend or two would call but she never got back into the circle. The main reason for this is that they had been members of a swinging group. Evidently this ended when he died. From all accounts she didn’t want to become involved with the husbands of other women outside the circle. She believed that the guys would cause problems in their own families if they just called in for casual sex.  That was evidently a rule in the swinging group.

I continued to do odd jobs for her mother and mow their lawns in return for the use of their pool. I often saw her at the pool, always naked as was her preference. I had joined her a few times at her invitation and I too swam naked so as to keep in the swim of things so to speak. A few times I believed she had made a very oblique reference to sex when I was with her, but the age difference was considerable, almost twice my age and she was well aware Sue, her daughter and I had been sexually intimate many times.

One afternoon Alice and I we were just talking and laying back on separate lounges at poolside. She became quiet strange and was beginning to quiz me about my sexual life and experiences. She knew Susie and I had been intimate but had never mentioned my relationship with her directly. This time she came out and asked me quite intimate questions about our sexual practices together. Then she asked had I ever slept with an older woman. Now that’s for me to know and you to find out I said. I had but I was a little reticent to tell her as she and my parents talked a lot together and I thought she may have let it slip as the woman was known to both of the families. She was a divorcee and I often mowed her lawns as well and one day things went a bit further than a drink after I had finished. It is a bit of a story but eventually and I ended up having sex with her half naked on the kitchen floor and developed from there. I gathered it had been some time since she had been sexually active and she really was more than frustrated and gave me a workout more like a nymphomaniac. She really went berserk on me and was totally out of control I believed, there were times I imagined she didn’t realise I was attached to the cock she was riding. It was as I imagined somebody on drugs would be, but she showed no outward signs of being high. Afterwards she apologised and said it must never happen again, even though it was one of the most exciting experiences of her life. Then to make matters worse she said she felt ashamed and degraded that she had been having sex with me as I was only a boy.

When I left I really felt like I was some sort of ape or something. I continued to mow her lawns and she always asked me in for a drink afterwards when she paid me, but never ever did she mention our previous virtual depraved sexual encounter. It was as if it never happened.

Anyhow Alice continued to talk about sex as if we were detached from reality, she was fantasising I thought, and then she sat up and said I want you to make love to me.  I said I cant do that, hell I have slept with your daughter and I have been a neighbour for almost all my life, you are like an auntie to me. She said if you don’t I will kill myself, I have been living with a plastic cock for a year now and I want something better. I am fed up with masturbating and the men around here are all older and those who are widowed or single are the most boring old farts you could imagine. I just couldn’t go to bed with any of them and the one or two I could are married and I am not going down that path. She was obviously referring to the swinging husbands.

Come on she said I may be 40 but I am not over the hill yet I can still perform possibly better than some of the young stuff you have been fucking for a year or two. Forget you and Sue have been fucking and just think of me as Sue’s sister. I bet I can give you a better time than she does, I am far more experienced and if you play your cards right I can introduce you to a wonderful world of sex that will boggle your mind. I immediately thought now she wants me to partner her to the swingers.

Any how we talked about it for a while and she was getting a little stroppy because I was a bit reluctant. Then she noticed my cock was firm but not hard and wet with pre-cum. Ha she said I see that something is becoming interested and she came over to me and fondled my cock with her hand. She then milked my pre-cum down and immediately licked and sucked the top of my cock taking it onto her tongue. God she said I have missed that. Then without a word she looked up at me and immediately put my cock in her mouth and began to give me a truly professional oral work out. Her fingers were working me up and down and her mouth was over the top and working hard with her tongue rimming the glans with it. By now I was rock hard and I was only seconds away from cumming. I said pull off, I am about to cum, she didn’t take her mouth off me but looked up at me and said I cant wait for it and then I came with a rush and my semen pumped into her mouth in a burst of orgasmic release. I could hear her gulping as she swallowed and sucked at the same time. She wouldn’t release me and just kept going as I tried to pull away. Then she just shook her head as if to say no, and kept sucking and stroking me and in less than a minute I was hard again and she continued to suck and stroke me. Once I was hard again and she had regained control of me she said that was just the entrée I want the main course now and she said now you are going to fuck the daylights out of me. You have just cum so I reckon the next one will take a while and that’s what I want a good long fuck, I have the taste of you now and I want more and more and more.  When I am finished with you, you will be begging for more. If Sue was here she wouldn’t stand a chance against me once you have had me.

She got up and said low lay down I am going to show you what a fuck is and as I did she was over me in a second and was planting my cock into her vagina and squatting on it and I couldn’t believe how capable she was. I had never had a girl who could squat on me and work me off as she was doing. Her leg muscles must have been like springs she was going really hard on me. Then she changed position and  then started over again and I couldn’t believe anybody had that much strength. Then she turned around and lay back on her arms with her legs down near mine and I could feel the tension of my cock tightly gripped by her cunt and she was really working me off. She was grunting with the exertions of her actions, not the grunt of a woman cumming but physical grunts. I have never been fucked so capably, I usually do the major work when I am having sex, except for a girl on top who likes it like that but nobody has been so physically capable of doing what she was doing with me.  The turned over and then virtually did push ups on me with her legs together squeezing my cock every time she lifted herself. The control over her stomach and pelvic muscles must have been enormous. I could feel the tightness of her cunt squeezing my cock as she fucked me. This was something special I had to admit. Then she could see I was really enjoying myself and getting involved as much as she would let me. She had complete control over me and what she was doing.

She had now settled down to what was going to be long fuck. Now she said Suzie has never done it to you like that has she, and I said not only Sue but anybody else. I told you I would be better than any girl you have fucked before. Believe me most men I have slept with cannot believe how I do it. Do you know Ben and I used to be swingers? I said I had heard rumours, and she said I was the envy of every woman there being able to do what I do. They would even watch me doing it to their husbands. Ben was never as good as I was but the women would always seek him out for a fuck, he was good but I was the Queen of the circle. Everybody applauded me when I turned on a demonstration fuck. There were times I was fucked about 6 or more times and then would come home and want Ben to do me again. Once I got started I didn’t want to finish. I can control my orgasms and I usually wait until the guy is ready if he has been up me long enough to say I enjoyed it. Quite often I would let them cum then I could control them and bring them up again without coming out of me, I have a very strong vaginal control as you may have noticed. I haven’t done this for a while and I am pleased I am still as tight as I was. I said I have never felt anybody as tight as you and I have a few tight ones in my time. Babies she said 14 or 15 year olds I bet. How many virgins have you broken in? I said only 1. Bet it wasn’t Suzie, and I said no she was well and truly experienced by the time we got it together. Was she any good she asked and I said I had no complaints but then were just fucking, there was no emotion in it. She was a damn good fuck though, one of the best I have had, that is until today and I hate to admit it but I have never been so brilliantly fucked in my life as I have been today. She said we aren’t finished, its not over yet, we have a long way to go believe me. I never have less than three and I can’t remember my max but it would be around 12 or 14. I only stopped then because I was exhausted, not too many men can outperform me. I said I won’t argue there.

Then she said how close are you to cumming, and I said I have it under control but any time you want let me know and I will blow you away. She said in your dreams, ok lets make this a double bunger and she worked on me hard and fast and her breasts were really swinging over my face as she really got herself into the feeling. She had brought herself to the top pretty fast and I timed it perfectly and we had a mutual orgasm which was loud long and extremely satisfying.  Her cunt squeezed me tight as I pumped my hot cum out and deep inside her, she said I hope to god I don’t get pregnant with you, I haven’t been on the pill for months. Maybe I will try the morning after pill which I have never had before.  I will check my cycle tonight to see how close I am. She said it would be kind of strange you getting me pregnant wouldn’t it. What would Sue say?

I could not remember enjoying an orgasm with the woman on top like that before. It was memorable and if I made her pregnant then that would be the icing on the cake. I didn’t give a damn if I did, I knew she would get rid of it if it happened.

We both lay there with her laying on top of me as we both tried to get our breathing back to normal. Her breasts were squashed against my chest, which felt nice and I could feel her heart pumping hard as was mine. She lay there for a few minutes and then she said now I have a treat for you and she got up and stood over me and then lowered her vagina onto my mouth and said you put it in, now take it out and fortunately I had done this often enough having gone down on a few girls after I had cum in them. Many thought it disgusting when I started but never refused me again as they loved it. I then proceeded to give her a thorough oral work out swallowing the mix of her juice and my cum which tasted wonderful really. I had no problems licking her out and she cooperated in every way and pretty soon she said here I go again and had another orgasm which I could tell was as strong as any she had before with me. She held her nipples and squeezed as I could feel the contractions of her vagina as she tightened them in her spasms. She also squeezed the last of our lovemaking mixture out of her as best she could then as I was licking her again she said save some for me lover boy and then pulled off me and again dropped down on top of me and she kissed me passionately for the first time.

As her tongue wiped the inside of my mouth clean of our love syrup she said I am a real slut aren’t I, bet Sue never did that, and I said you get it right every time.

Now she said I have got to find out how you perform and I said shit I have cum three times in less than an hour, I will never make it again. Come on she said I bet Sue wanted it more than that. I said we did but it took all night not an hour.

Then she put her hand around me and gently stroked me until I actually got it up again, it only took her about 2 minutes and I couldn’t believe it.

I said I hope you are not going out tonight this will take me an hour I reckon. She laughed and said not with me it wont I can bring you on whenever I want, believe me. I got on top of her and proceeded to slowly fuck her which was great. She was warm and moist and it felt like a silk purse inside her. I have no idea how often she has been fucked but she is still as tight as the day she was born I reckon, only a bit bigger. After we had been fucking and talking for about 5 minutes or more she said lets try doggy, I like it that way too. I withdrew and she got on all fours and I entered her from behind and put my arms around her and fondled her breasts as Suzie loved me doing. I got really cheeky and said Suzie’s tits fel better than yours, and she said you bastard, and then tried to buck me off her but I held on and into her until she gave up after a few seconds. I laughed and said you asked for that, you keep telling me how much better you are at fucking than she is, so I though she would appreciate that. You are a bastard she said but come on fuck me hard and make up for it.

I wasn’t long which surprised me and I came in her from behind. As I did she backed onto me to get me right up into her. Ok she said I am now one behind, you are going to work hard to make that up. She rolled over and we lay together as I touched her breasts and she fondled my now soft cock. She said I shouldn’t let you any whee near them after your comment and I said, they are fine, better than most other women of your age I would say, but I cant speak from experience. How about your lawn mowing lady, I said I never got that far with her.

By now we were both very grotty around the pelvic area. We had been having sex for over an hour and I had cum a few times into her, even though I had sucked her dry there was still more than enough to make a mess. Come on she said lets shower together, I am sure we can make that another experience and she took me by the hand and led me to a shower which was just a shower head near the pool and we both washed each other clean. Soaping each other up and me fingering her to clean her internally had her high again as I knew where the G spot and clit were and made sure they were not left out. She kissed me under the shower than I mounted her standing up and we had a knee trembler as she came much faster than ever before. She said you know the right spots don’t you, now I am even, as I hadn’t made it. I was standing there with my erection proudly displayed so she got down and gave me another wonderful mouth job. Its about time I had a bit of a clean up down there I have been letting my hair grow again as nobody sees it any more. She said what do you prefer and I said I like some left on it but not all shaved off. Good she said its all yours to do with what you like. She got a razor from the cabinet and said ok its all yours and she sat down on a lounge and I got between her legs which she has spread wide and I performed a barber job on her, removing most of her hair but keeping a small triangle, but inverted so it was upside down like an A not a V. It looked good on her. She said how often do you shave and I said do my balls bare and trim the other hair short. I must be due for another trim shortly. She said I want to do something I did to Ben and that’s shave you bare. Would you mind if I did it for you once. I said I have never tried it bare but I would do it for you, or let you do it if you wished. I have a lot to thank you for.  She then got down and shaved every hair from my pubic region and loved every moment of it as she handled my cock and balls with tender loving care, being careful not to nick me. I had to admit it looked cool, but I knew I would be itchy for a day or so, but she was worth it. Then she said if it gets itchy come over and I will scratch it for you. You and I are going to be lovers for some time now, I shouldn’t admit it, but you are the best fuck I have had including Ben believe me. He was good but you are great. He was the best of the men in the swinging circle and he was as popular with the women as I was with the men. Somehow I am glad I have broken my contact there, I wouldn’t want to go back to that, particularly as I have you for a while I hope. I said that remains to be seen, as much as I enjoy fucking you and Sue, I don’t want to be tied down so be prepared you may have to share me occasionally or one day part forever. She said not before I have a threesome with you and Sue. That will be mind blowing. I said shit you wouldn’t expect me to do it to you both in the same bed. She said at the moment I would do it with you and anybody else around including her. If it’s good enough for you to fuck her, then its good enough for you to fuck her mother. Somehow I don’t think Sue will agree but it will be a while before she is home and heaven knows what we will be doing then.

This happened 6 months ago and we are still fucking each other like rabbits. I regularly spend the night with her now and our marathon fucks are legendary. She has told Sue what is happening. Sue wrote back telling me I was a lecherous bastard and if I wanted her mother in preference to her then she will never sleep with me again. Time will tell.

 

I had concluded that the intimate side of my life was to continue to decline. I don't feel as old as I am. In fact, most people say I don't look nearly as old as I am. My wife, on the other hand, seems old. Her interest in intimate encounters diminished immensely after she had our first child. It has continued to decline in the past two decades. We have sex, but it is the same routine over and over again.

 

When I found myself losing my erection in the middle of the joyous act or, on rare occasions, failing to get erect at all, I diagnosed myself as simply bored with the repetition. My doctor agreed and prescribed the magic blue pills for me with unusual candor. He explained that many of his erectile dysfunction patients feel the same way. The pills work fine. We are able to satisfy each other. But there was not much more excitement than before; until six months ago when Lori Telson became my patient.

 

Since many of my patients work during the day, I routinely have appointments in the early evening. My receptionist schedules the appointments, but leaves the office at five. My calendar indicated that Ms. Telson wished to consult me about a personal matter that she would reveal "only to Dr. Gray." That wasn't out of the ordinary at all. Various patients are embarrassed to tell a woman over the phone that they have emotional or mental problems. Not that any of my patients are crazy - just disturbed.

 

Finishing up with a patient whom I'm helping get over the fact that his wife cheated on him, I ushered him into the reception area and saw Ms. Telson. As my patient exited, she turned her head at an almost impossible angle attempting to hide her face from him. Once he was gone, she turned toward me.

 

She did not look like a super model, porn star, or cover girl. She looked like a wholesome, attractive young lady whom you might see modeling sportswear in a department store advertising insert in the Sunday paper. He complexion was flawless. Her blonde hair shimmered. Her figure was not in any way voluptuous, but would turn the head of any man alive.

 

"Ms. Telson?" I asked, noticing for the first time her bright green eyes.

 

"Yes. Are you Dr. Gray?" she asked in a voice that could have come from a twelve year old schoolgirl. In fact, she looked like she could be anywhere from fifteen to twenty-two years old.

 

"I am. Good afternoon. Have you completed the medical history questionnaire?" 

 

I assumed she had, since the clipboard was resting in her lap on her skirt. She extended her hand holding the questionnaire. Her fingers were slender and delicate. Her nails were perfectly manicured and painted white at the tips.

 

I opened the door to my inner office and, with a flowing arm gesture, invited her in. As she arose, I admired the tailored fit of her blouse; not overly revealing, but certainly enhancing her pert breasts and small waist. As she walked past me I caught the sweet scent of her young body. I didn't detect a perfume or cologne. It was more like a sweet, fresh powdery aroma. I motioned to the chair opposite my desk and she sat, crossing her legs in a very lady-like motion. The calf that extended below the hem of her skirt was shapely and smooth.

 

In reviewing her questionnaire, I learned that she was twenty, unmarried, had no family history of mental illness, and that her contact person was Robert Telson. I recognized him as the CEO of Telson Industries, one of the largest employers in the area. Telson was reputed to be the richest man in the state, having started a shipping palette factory years ago, and branching out into virtually every facet of shipping container manufacture.

 

I looked up at her, and she was pink. Not red or flushed, as if she were frightened or embarrassed, but pink. Her skin was glowing. She was indeed very pretty, but in an innocent, childlike way.

 

"Are you all right?" I asked.

 

"Yes." She paused and looked intently at me. "Dr. Gray, I have come to the conclusion that I have a problem and I need help." Her lower lip, adorned with a lipstick just a few shades pinker than the rest of her skin, was trembling slightly.

 

"I'll do what I can to help you." I thought perhaps she might begin to cry, which is not uncommon with first time patients. "Tell me about the problem you believe you have."

 

Her tongue slipped between her lips to wet them, and she swallowed hard. "What we say to each other is private?" Her head was slightly tilted to one side, making her question more of a plea than an inquiry.

 

"Everything we say is confidential. Only under extreme circumstances may I divulge information about our sessions."

 

"What extreme circumstances?" Her eyes had widened, and her breath rate appeared to increase.

 

"For instance, if you tell me you intend to murder someone. In our state, my obligation to society supersedes my obligation of confidentiality to you. Or, if it is my opinion that you need commitment to an institution, I will necessarily need to divulge confidential information about your case. Otherwise, I cannot reveal anything from our conversations, even if I'm subpoenaed to testify in court, unless you instruct me to do so."

 

She licked her lips again. She squinted at me, as if trying to fully understand. "You mean I could be committed?"

 

"I seriously doubt that. You appear to be a very levelheaded young lady. Commitment is recommended only in unusual cases."

 

"What happens in commitment?"

 

"Well, there is a court hearing where information about the patient is presented to a judge. If the judge decides that commitment is necessary, the patient is sent to an institution for treatment."

 

"For how long?"

 

"That depends on the severity of the patient's problem."

 

She was apparently considering my assurances for a few seconds. "Thank you,' she said, fidgeting in her seat.”I don't want anyone to know what we talk about. I don't even want anyone to know that I'm here," she declared, her voice still sounding girlish, but with an edge of desperation. "If I need to come and see you again, I will want to schedule my appointments so that no one else is in your office. I don't want to be seen or recognized." The depth of the expression on her face accentuated her beauty, making her look almost as old as her true age.

     

"I can assure you, I will reveal nothing about your sessions to anyone. I can arrange your appointments, if more are necessary, so that you will not encounter anyone in the reception area."

 

She seemed to consider my guarantee for a few seconds. She pressed her lips together tightly, exhaled from the bottom of her lungs, and uncrossed her legs. She scooted to the edge of the seat of her chair, and leaned toward me.

 

"I'm a slut," she stated, the corners of her lips turned down in a frown. "I have sex with every man I'm alone with. I can't control it. I crave it," she admitted, emphasizing the word 'crave' as if she were an addict describing her longing for her drug.

 

The immediate thought that raced into my mind was that she was alone with me in my office. The second was that, from her conservative appearance, she would be one of the last young women I would expect to be promiscuous. In fact, she was the epitome of the pure, intelligent, American coed.  

 

"At first it didn't bother me because I enjoyed it so much. But now, I know it's wrong. I had myself tested for diseases and, thankfully, I'm completely clean. I want to stay that way. I don't want to be a slut anymore."

 

"How long have you felt this way?" I asked, using the usual routine of questions; never saying anything in early sessions that a patient might consider judgmental.

 

She sighed, apparently reluctant that she must tell me her story. "For about six months. My mother died when I was very young, and my father was very overprotective of me. I was tutored at home and rarely left our house." As she spoke, her head tilted down, and she focused her eyes on the carpet in front of her. "The only man who ever touched me when I was growing up was my father, and his touch was not very loving. I felt like he loved me, but all he did was try to protect me. I suppose he was afraid of losing me like he did my mother."

 

"Do you still live with your father?"

 

"No. That's really when this all started. When I turned nineteen, I thought had to be out in the world, on my own. I wanted to have friends. I wanted to be with people other than my father, my tutors, and the servants. He objected, of course, and we fought about it for months. I threatened to leave and refuse to tell him where I was going. But, finally I got my way." She continued to stare blankly at the floor.

 

"What are you doing now?"

 

She glanced up at me with an inquisitive look. "Doing?" She looked pensive as her mind developed a way to illustrate her answer. "I go shopping, I read, I go to museums, I eat out, just... live." She turned a palm up and tossed it to her side as if I should have known the answer. "You see, my father is a very rich man. I've never not gotten anything I wanted. When I left home, he reluctantly set up a monthly allowance for me. If you wanted to know if I had a job, no. I don't need one."

 

 "Do you associate what you're feeling now with leaving home?" As soon as I finished speaking, her eyes went to the floor again.

 

"I got an apartment for myself. The first day I was there, I met another tenant in the entrance. He smiled at me so nicely that it made me feel warm inside. I thought maybe he would be the first friend I made in the real world. I agreed to go out with him that night. I didn't know how old he was. I still don't. He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner, then invited me to his apartment."

 

As she told the story, the pace of her words increased. Between sentences, she would lick her lips and flutter her eyelashes. Her brilliant green eyes seemed to glaze over.

 

"When we got there, we sat on a couch, and he just started kissing me immediately. It was the first time I had ever kissed anyone but my father or mother. It was, um, it was like a switch inside me turned on something I had never felt before. It's difficult to describe. My body wasn't my own. As we kissed, he took my clothes off and touched me everywhere. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel everything I could feel with him."

 

She slowly raised her head to look into my eyes. It may have been my imagination, but she appeared to be even pinker than before. Her breath rate once again increasing.

 

"Once his clothes were off, he moved between my legs. I didn't know what to do. I, I," she stammered, a bewildered look on her face, "wanted him. When he put himself inside me, I felt pressure, a little pain, and then, when he was all the way in, I had the most intense, unique, wonderful feeling I had ever had." Her expression was one of utmost honesty. "I realized that I had an orgasm almost immediately; just seconds after losing my virginity" Her eyes were glistening as she recalled the pleasure she had received. "I never, ever, ever imagined that something could feel so good. I think I had three or four orgasms that night. I stayed with him in his apartment that night and most of the next day doing nothing but begging him to make me feel that way again." I watched as her eyes wandered. It was as if she were just first noticing the details of my office.

 

"Are you still seeing this man?"

 

"No," she said, suddenly fixing her eyes on the carpet again. "He gave me to one of his friends."

 

"Gave you?" I inquired, feeling my face grimace with anger at the thought of treating this lovely girl so wretchedly.

 

"Well, I went to his apartment everyday for a couple weeks to have sex with him. Then, eventually, he wouldn't answer his door, or even answer my calls. For three days I didn't see him. I was going out of my mind wondering why he wouldn't want me. I needed him to make me feel..." her voice trailed off. "I saw him when the elevator door opened one day, and he tried to walk away like I wasn't even there. I pressed him for an explanation. He told me he had a girlfriend!" The look on her face showed that she was reliving a horribly life shattering event. "I didn't know what I would do. I needed someone to make me feel the way he did. I guess I thought I was in love with him. That was pretty stupid of me. He said he knew what I needed, and that he would have one of his friends call me."

 

If what she was telling me was true, it was clear that she was suffering, if you could call it that, from hyper sexuality: essentially sexual addiction. She was a classic case of what had historically been referred to as nymphomania. However, unlike common thought, nymphomaniacs do achieve orgasm. That is usually what drives them to continually seek sexual gratification. I had never before had a patient who, in my opinion, actually had such a condition. 

 

"I waited for his friend to call me. I couldn't stand the waiting. I thought about just going out and finding a man to bring home for sex. Finally, his friend called, and I invited him to my apartment the very same night. From there it just spiraled as more and more men would call me once they heard about me from other men. I had sex almost every day for six months; sometimes with two or three men a day."

 

"Tell me about your feelings toward these men."

 

"Feelings?" she asked, her eyes widening. "Like love? They were men. I can't seem to help it. Every man who asks me out, every man who happens to be with me, I can't help it. I need them inside me. That's the only feeling I have.

 

"They didn't know me. I didn't need to have them know me anymore than I wanted to know them. Some of them... I didn't even know their names," she said with a look of shear embarrassment on her face. "But, about a week ago, I realized how they felt about me."

 

"Something important happened?"

 

"A guy I'd been with a few times invited me to his house. He had seemed like a nice guy and I had very good sex with him. When I arrived, he had four of his friends with him. At first, I thought that we would wait until they left to have sex. But, he just took my hand and we started off to the bedroom as he said something about giving the little girl what she needs. I was shocked that the other men would know what I was going to do with him."

 

"That shock is what made you decide to come to me?" She hesitated a few seconds before responding.

 

"Partly. He made me come a couple of times, and I thought I would be satisfied for the night when he had finished. But, he opened the door and called for the other men to come into the bedroom. He asked them, 'O.K, whose next?' Before I could comprehend what was happening, another man was inside me," she confessed, her lovely brow furrowed. "I was addicted. I had sex with all of them one after another; one twice. I had a dozen orgasms," she sighed. "At the time, I didn't comprehend how lascivious I was acting until I noticed one of the men holding a video camera. He was filming me having sex with several men!" The anger in her voice was evident. Her lower lip and jaw were trembling. "But, I didn't stop even then. I was enjoying it so much."

 

"But, in reflecting on that experience, you view it differently?"

 

"Oh, yes. When they were finished, I begged the guy to give me the video tape, but he just said, 'Fuck you, slut,'" she spat out the words in an attempt to imitate his tone of voice. "I realized, I am a slut. I realized it right then!" She squeezed her lips together tightly before continuing. "He said he would probably be able to sell the tape for lots of money. I finally paid him five thousand dollars for the tape. If my father ever knew about what I have done, I would have nothing. He would stop my money." Her expression revealed that the worst possible thing that could happen to her, other than going without sex, would be the loss of her father's fortune.

 

"The first step in changing your life is to realize that change is needed," I consoled.

     

"I've done that. I haven't been with a man in over a week. I can't stand it, but I haven't. I had my phone number changed so that they can't call me." She was turning pink again. She stared at me intently, with lust in her eyes. "Dr. Gray," she paused and swallowed, Dr. Gray, it's been... well, it's been a very difficult week," she admitted in a hoarse tone of voice.

 

I sympathized with her. From what she had told me of her immediate past, it must have been difficult indeed to totally refrain from sexual activity. As I looked at her, I could see a definite, evolving change in her physical demeanor. She shifted in her chair and struck a sexy, provocative pose. She crossed her legs and allowed her skirt to rise higher on her well-formed legs.   

 

"Dr. Gray,’ she said in a soft whisper, “right now I want you to fuck me so much...I'm wet and I need a man inside me."

 

I had made a great effort to maintain a clinical attitude during her story. But, having such a lovely creature, obviously in a state of sexual arousal, come on to me like that was having quite an effect. My right hand, I noticed, had begun to tremble ever so slightly. I also felt a stirring between my legs.

 

"I have realized that I just can't stop 'cold turkey.' I need a man inside me. I need someone I can trust," she said, her voice lowering to a throaty, inviting murmur.

 

"I'm sure that is not the best course of therapy, Ms. Telson. Have you tried pleasuring yourself to ease the withdrawal?"

 

"Oh, yes," she lamented dejectedly. "I bought every vibrator and dildo on the market. I've poked and massaged myself until I was sore. Nothing works. For some reason I can't make myself come. I need a man's touch. I need a man's mouth on me or a man's cock in me to be satisfied. It's the only way. But, I need some sort of self-control. I don't want to be a slut, Dr. Gray." As she spoke her slender hands went to the buttons on her blouse. Staring longingly at me, she began to undo them slowly.

 

"Ms. Telson..."

 

"Call me Lori," she interrupted.

 

"Alright. Lori," I said, my mind stumbling for a professional comment to defuse the situation, "the relationship between a therapist and a patient must be based upon, ah, mutual trust. That trust is easily broken if a, ah, if any sort of physical relationship develops," I stammered, pleased that I could sound clinical even though I was becoming more and more aroused. She had the buttons released and was taking off her blouse. "I believe you should put your blouse back on for the rest of our session."

 

She extended her lower lip in a sort of pout, tilted her head slightly, and looked at me from under long, fluttering eyelashes. "But, I trust you. I've told you about myself so that you can help me. I want you to help me," she pleaded, slipping the blouse off her arms and reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. "You trust me, don't you? You trust me to change and get some self control, don't you, Doctor?"  With that the bra was released and she removed it with a sensual flair.

 

Her breasts were somewhat small and attractively round; obviously natural, with small, upturned nipples that were deep pink. I needed no little blue pill to come to a full erection at the sight of her half nude body. I again tried to formulate an appropriate statement with which to respond, but couldn't take my eyes off of her as she stood and began to unzip her skirt.

 

"Lori, I do trust that you want to change, and I'm glad that you trust me. But, as your therapist, I cannot allow you to continue."

 

"You can't allow me to, but you want me too, don't you?" she slid the skirt down over her narrow, smooth hips to reveal silky, low cut, white panties. She was indeed wet, as she had confessed. The small cotton patch at the crotch was dark from her lubrication. "I need you, Dr. Gray. I need you to help me." She slowly lowered the panties down her flawless legs. "If I don't get your help, I'll probably fall back into the same routine I've lived in for the last several months. Please don't make me do that," she whimpered, revealing why she had probably always gotten what she wanted from her father.

 

She was beautiful. Standing naked just on the other side of my desk. Her pretty face and young, petite body looked virginal, although I knew she had probably more sexual experience than I had had in more than twice her years.

 

I couldn't think straight. The blood flow through my penis felt like it was straining the surrounding skin. I knew this should not be happening, but could not concentrate on anything but the youthful beauty who wanted me. Sure, she was at a disadvantage because I knew of her addiction. But, there was no methadone that could be prescribed to alleviate her symptoms of withdrawal. Suddenly, I had a professional, rather than carnal, idea slip into my head.

 

"Lori," I began as she started to move gracefully around my desk, "before this goes any further, I think I should refer you to a female therapist. In fact, I'm surprised you didn't choose one to begin with."

 

She gracefully floated around my desk, knelt on her knees next to my chair, took one of its arms in her hand, and tried to swivel it so that I was facing her. In my mind, I was trying to keep the chair from turning, but physically I put up no restraint.

 

"But," she paused, looking at my crotch, briefly noticing my erection before turning her brilliant green eyes to mine, "do you know how hard it was to tell you why I need help? I've already told you. I don't want to tell someone else." she said, turning the chair slowly. "Another woman wouldn't understand. Other women don't have the cravings I have for sex." She had turned my chair and was beginning to stroke my calves through the fabric of my slacks. "A woman would just think I'm a slut. I don't think I could trust a woman to truly help me."

 

I gave in. I know I shouldn't have. I know I put my professional and personal life in incredible jeopardy, but I gave in. Thoughts flashed through my head as she began to run her small, soft hands up my thighs. She wanted self-control. But, I knew I needed to be in control of this situation as much as possible for my own protection. I wanted to help her, and figured that I could, while taking advantage of a once in a lifetime opportunity: a beautiful, young, incredibly rich girl who wanted my professional and sexual services.

 

"Lori, I will help you if you agree to explicitly follow my instructions on a course of treatment," I said with as much conviction as possible in my voice. She was staring at the bulge in my pants as she placed her hands gently on my erection, then raised her beautiful eyes toward my face. "You must agree to do everything I tell you to do."

 

 "I will," she half whispered in a sexy voice. "You're going to help me."

 

"I will. But, you must agree that you will not tell anyone about your therapy here." She had grasped the zipper of my pants and started to lower it slowly.

 

"I told you, I don't want anyone to even know I'm seeing a shrink."

 

"You must do exactly as I instruct you to have any success. Exactly," I said as firmly as I could.

 

The zipper was all the way down, and she started to reach into my shorts to withdraw what she wanted so dearly. "Please don't have me committed to an insane asylum, Dr. Gray."

 

With that comment, I knew that I had her where I needed her to protect myself. Her fear of disclosure of her past to her father was probably greater than the thought of being institutionalized. As long as she had the fear of possible exposure, I could probably keep her under control.

 

"I'll do everything I can to prevent that, Lori," I said as sincerely as possible. "Your course of treatment may take several months to be sure that you achieve your goal."

 

I involuntarily raised my hips as her warm fingers gently pulled my organ through the fly of my pants. It was as hard as I could remember. Having subjectively satisfied my concerns about possibly wrecking my entire life, I could turn my attention to the pink nymph between my legs. Her hands were so small and delicate. Her tiny wrists were about the diameter of my erection. She gazed at it hungrily and her eyes widened in anticipation. 

 

"Do you understand, Lori?"

 

She looked up at me and licked her lips. "Whatever it takes." She looked back between my legs, then into my eyes again. "You have a very big cock, Dr. Gray. It's beautiful. Thank you for letting me have it."

 

I considered her comment a compliment, having seen any other erect penises since my adolescence. Her fragile face was inches from my cock. She leaned closer, licked her lips again until they were slick with her saliva, and opened her mouth. She began stroking my scrotum with her hands.

 

"Stop," I said. I reached down and held her face tenderly in my hands. I obviously wanted what she was offering, but not until I had tasted the sweetness of her lips. Prompting her to rise higher on her knees, I leaned toward her. She kissed me with more passion than I have ever received from a woman. Her lips were softer than I could imagine. Her tongue darted into my mouth like a hungry snake searching for its prey.

 

We continued to kiss as she fondled my balls. I lowered my hands to feel her breasts. I was surprised to find her nipples rock hard and extending well over half an inch from her areolas. She moaned in her twelve-year-old girl sounding voice as I teased the nipples with my fingers.

 

She withdrew her lips from mine, stared into my eyes, and whispered, "I can't wait much longer, Dr. Gray."

 

She lowered her head and kissed the very tip of my cock. It flexed involuntarily in reaction. Still looking straight into my eyes, she lowered her head even more, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked from the middle of my scrotum up the underside of my cock. It was heavenly. Still gazing at me with her eyes wide open, she plunged her warm mouth down and began bobbing her head in quick movements.

 

I couldn't remember when I had enjoyed such enthusiastic oral treatment. I was reaching a high state of arousal when she began to moan with each downward stroke of her incredibly soft mouth. If she wanted me inside her, I needed to end this luscious activity right away before I reached the point of no return.

 

Grasping her soft face again, I said, "Lori, that is fantastic, but if you keep doing that, you'll make me come very quickly."

 

She slowly raised her mouth from me, a strand of saliva trailed from her lower lip to the head of my erection. She stood, and I pulled her to me for another passionate kiss. With quick movements, she tended to my belt and the snap of my trousers. Once they were open, she dropped to her knees once more and removed my shoes and socks. I lifted myself from the chair, and she pulled the clothes from my body. I hadn't had a woman undress me in more years than I could remember.

     

She stood again, and I arose from my chair. She pulled at my tie as she placed her mouth on my neck; licking and kissing it with her warm, wet tongue. She continued to moan through her nose as she released the tie and deftly began unbuttoning my shirt.

 

"I need you Dr. Gray. Please?" she pleaded against the skin of my neck, "Please, give me what I need."

 

As the buttons were released she kissed down my neck to my chest, I took the opportunity to undo the buttons at my cuffs just as she completed her task. She threw open my shirt and pulled it off of me. We were both naked, and she pulled me against her warm tight body.

 

I was mesmerized by the feeling of her petite, feminine form pressed against me. My wife's body had long ago lost the smooth firmness that I felt in my arms at that moment. Since she was more than a foot shorter than I am, my cock was pressed against the silky smooth skin of her flat stomach.

 

"Now, Dr. Gray," she purred, separating herself from me and sitting on the edge of my desk. "Please, I need you inside me," she begged, a longing look of desire on her face. "And, don't worry, I'm on the pill."

 

"Nothing to worry about, at all," I replied. "I've had a vasectomy."

 

She reclined onto her elbows and spread her beautiful legs, inviting me into her. I moved between her legs, and she grasped my cock with her left hand. She guided it toward her open labia. I glanced down and saw them for the first time. The lips were deep pink and glistening with lubrication. There was a small wisp of fine, blonde hair above them.

 

"All the way in, please? Very slowly," she instructed me.

 

I moved forward and arched my hips as I did what she requested. The sensations of her warmth and tightness were exhilarating. As I slid completely into her in a slow fluid motion her lips formed into a small circle and she cooed softly. Then, she began to move her hips in slow, small circles.

 

"Oh, yes," she moaned. That's it! Ohhhhhh, yes!"

 

As she moaned for the next several seconds, I suspected that she had had an immediate orgasm. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to her open mouth, kissing me passionately. When she broke the kiss, she lay out fully on my desk, my cock still buried and motionless inside her, raised her legs and placed her feet on the edge of my desk.

 

"The first one is always so satisfying," she commented. The dreamy haze of afterglow in her eyes reinforced my suspicion that she had climaxed. "You did just what I wanted. Fuck me, Dr. Gray. Keep making me come," she hissed through her teeth as she began to rock her hips.

 

I stood between her legs, her body perpendicular to mine, partially withdrew from her wet passageway, then entered her fully again. I tried to go slowly, knowing that the magnificent excitement I was feeling in copulating with this stunning girl would cause me to reach my peak much sooner than I was accustomed with my wife.

 

I repeated the short thrusts several times and a long moan, which seemed to originate deep in her lungs, escaped her mouth. She lifted her buttocks up off the desk, and bucked her hips up and down.

 

"Yes, yes, yeeeeeesssssss," she cried as she threw her arms back above her head. "God, yes, that's good!"

 

Her second orgasm seemed to be deeper and longer than her first. I was in paradise, having pleasured this young vixen twice within one minute of coupling with her. She looked so gorgeous writhing against me in orgasmic abandon. I began to thrust harder and faster, pulling my cock nearly all the way out before plunging again.

 

"Thank you, Doctor. You fill me up so completely," she cooed, "Your cock is sooooo nice and big."

 

Through the fantastic sensual pleasure filling my mind I wondered what revelations I might obtain about her sexual addiction from this intimate act. I found another reason to extend our unison as long as possible to study her reactions.

 

She reached her pinnacle two more times, each seemingly stronger than the first. It dawned on me that she was experiencing purely vaginal orgasms, with virtually no stimulation of her clitoris. I knew that, statistically, fewer than thirty percent of women surveyed by medical researchers responded that they could achieve orgasm without clitoral stimulation. I had an idea that I wanted to experiment with, and, from a personal standpoint, an experience I wanted have.

 

I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. It was stiff and long. I kissed down her chest, across her stomach, and, slowly removing my erection from her, kissed her abdomen.

 

"Oh, don't take it out yet, please," she implored me. "You haven't come yet, Doctor."

 

I lowered myself to my knees, held the insides of her thighs, and placed a soft kiss on her clitoris. In response, she grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled her legs up until they were vertical. Although I hadn't serviced a woman in this way in sometime, my wife developing an aversion to it many years ago, I did my best to suckle and lick what is reputed to be the most sensitive feminine body part.

 

"Oh, God, Doctor," she shouted. "I love that. Yes, you do that so well." She released her grip on her legs, wrapped them around my back, and ran her fingers through my hair as she continued to urge me on. "That's so good. Oh, that's good. Just like that. Just like, ohhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeessssssssssss!' she squealed as yet another orgasm swept through her body.

 

I had confirmed that she was capable of experiencing sexual climax from both forms of stimulation. It was difficult to tell whether her response was stronger either way.

 

Just as her crescendo ebbed, she yelled, "Put your cock back in me!"

 

I stood again, and drove it deep inside her. After several thrusts, she was grunting unintelligibly, forcing her hips forward to match my rhythm. I was fucking her faster and harder than I had my wife in decades.

 

I felt my orgasm building. Rising from my thighs and descending from my abdomen. Lori must have realized I was close. She peered into my eyes, her nostrils flaring and her mouth agape.

 

"Come with me this time. I want to feel you come inside me. Yes, Doctor, I want it," she coaxed in a half whisper.

 

The sensations met in my groin, and I knew the muscles around my prostate would soon be clenching spasmodically. Lori began to moan, and raised herself up on her hands to bring her face closer to mine.

 

"Now, oh God yes, now!" she screamed. I could feel the hot sweetness of her breath on my lips from her telltale moans of orgasmic fulfillment. This climax felt and sounded deeper, more intense, than the others.

 

As she began to quiet down, streams of semen darted through my duct in blissful discharge. It was glorious. It was like the happiest ending to a fairy tale. A dream girl comes to my office, and within an hour I am ejaculating into her slim body with the greatest sexual release I could remember.

 

I was panting when I opened my eyes and looked at Lori. She had a satisfied grin on her face, a face that was pinker than I had remembered. She took my upper lip in her mouth and played on it with her tongue.

 

"That was great, Doctor," she whispered. "Thank you. You made me feel wonderful."

 

"I felt wonderful as well," I admitted, still breathing heavily and somewhat shaking in my knees.

 

I moved back a step, withdrawing from her warm clutch, and Lori slithered her way off the desk and smoothly pushed me into my chair. She dropped to her knees and, in one fluid motion, slipped her mouth over my withering erection.

 

I find that my penis is extremely sensitive after ejaculating, and jumped when she wrapped her lips around it. I let her suck it for half a minute, but it was more painful than stimulating. I lightly grasped her head to pull her off my cock.

 

She looked up at me with a frown. "I want to make you hard again so that we can do some more."

 

"Lori," I said, "I'm afraid that is about it for me this evening. I'm not so young anymore," I admitted, caressing her cheek as I gazed down on her loveliness.

 

"Okay," she said, getting up and moving to where her clothes lay on the floor. She snatched some tissues from the box at the corner of my desk and placed them between her legs to catch the semen flowing out of her.

 

Not only did she not anticipate any non-sexual foreplay, diving straight for my cock without so much as a kiss or hug, she did not seem interested in any after-play. I assumed that she had been conditioned by her encounters with who knows how many men to merely satisfy herself and her partner in sexual abandon without any other showing of intimacy.

 

"Lori," I said softly, causing her to turn and face me.

 

"Change your mind?" she asked with an excited gleam in her eyes. "Want me to try to get you hard again?"

 

"No," I replied. "I want to express my gratitude for what we experienced together."

 

"Great. It was really great for me, too," she said, arching her eyebrows and reaching down for her clothes.

 

"Come here," I implored. She stepped to me and I embraced her tenderly, kissing her on the cheek. "Do you still trust me, Lori?" I asked softly, holding her in my arms.

 

"Yes, Dr. Gray. I want your help," she responded. She slowly raised her arms and placed them around my neck.

 

"Then, there are some things I will ask you to do."

 

Although she had been as eager as a siren to couple with me, it seemed that she was uncomfortable with physical contact now that her needs had been fulfilled. I paused before giving her instructions to allow her to become accustomed to cuddling with me.

 

"First, I want you to stop taking the birth control pills when the next cycle ends. The hormones in the pills could be hindering your overall mental wellbeing."

 

She pulled away slightly and looked up at me, horrified. "But, what if I...?"

 

"You won't," I interrupted. "You won't because you will follow all of my instructions, correct?" I could see the fear in her eyes evaporate.

 

"Yes," she said laying her charming head against my shoulder.

 

"Next, you have shown your willpower in avoiding contact with men for a week prior to this session. Therefore, you will avoid all physical contact, and especially sexual contact with men, until our next session."

 

"But when will that be?" she asked anxiously.

 

"Can you wait another week?"

 

"I, I," she stuttered; then went quiet for a few seconds. "It was a really difficult week, Doctor. I almost didn't make it. Could we start with shorter times? Then see how I do?"

 

My heart raced. I was already contemplating our next session, looking forward to more of what I had just experienced with her. Part of my responsibility is to relieve or minimize the mental suffering and anguish of my patients. I could imagine what it must have been like for her in the days leading up to her appointment. Besides, I didn't know if I could wait another week to be with her.

 

"How about Thursday? That would be three days," she said in a vibrant, wishful tone of voice.

 

"Let me check my calendar," I said, reaching with my right hand to tickle the keyboard of my computer. Checking my schedule, I replied, "Thursday at six o'clock. My last patient that day will be leaving at five forty-five."

 

"Alright. I'll be here,' she said with concern in her voice. With that, she kissed me on the cheek and headed for her clothes.

 

I watched her dress, still not comprehending the extent of pleasure I had just experienced. We dressed without any further conversation until she was prepared to leave. Once again, in her conservative outfit, she looked as fresh and sophisticated, certainly not like a self-proclaimed slut.

 

"Well, Doctor, I trust you to help me. I hope I'm doing the right thing."

 

"Just remember my instructions, Lori," I told her with a reassuring smile.

 

When she left I finished dressing. As I did so, I began to tremble with guilt and fear. I wondered if I was actually making her mental condition worse by taking advantage of her. I began to feel more concern for her than the fear I had felt for my future. I owed her the professional obligation of diligently attempting to resolve a condition that was obviously causing her great anguish. At the same time, deep within me, I was already looking forward to her next appointment; looking forward to the feeling of her vagina contracting around my cock as she exploded in orgasm.

 

 

 

 

Over the next two days, I spent every free moment researching sexual addiction; looking for its cause and acceptable treatments. Of course, I did not find one case study in which having carnal relations with the patient was condoned or even suggested. But I gained an abundance of knowledge on the subject. Because our session had advanced so quickly to physical contact, I realized that I actually knew very little about her background that could lead to a foundation for traditional treatment. However, I formulated a plan to hopefully draw out her feelings and thoughts about the root cause of her condition.

 

I didn't have sex with my wife for the next three days. She didn't come on to me, which is typical, and I didn't approach her. When Thursday rolled around, I found it difficult to concentrate on my patients during their sessions. I nodded knowingly as I listened to their confessions, but my mind was on my last patient of the day.

 

Around five, I made a drastic decision. I knew I wouldn't need it to enjoy the pleasures of her body but, wondering if the experience would be enhanced as it often is with my wife, I took one of the pills I had received from my doctor. By five-thirty, I was feeling flushed, knowing that the drug had already begun to affect me.

 

Just after six I heard to door to the outer office open. I arose and went through the door to encounter Lori. She was wearing a pink sweater blouse, virtually the same color as her impeccable skin, which extended about two inches below the waist of a black skirt that was cut about an inch above her knees. Black open-toe pumps with heels about two inches high accentuated her shapely calves. Her nails were pink this time, matching her sweater. Pink pearl earrings, the only jewelry she wore, dangled from her ears.

 

"Hello, Lori," I greeted her.

 

"Hello, Dr. Gray," she said. The look on her face was a mixture of anxiety and relief. "I'm really glad I'm finally here again." A small grin appeared as she fluttered her eyelashes at me.

 

She came closer, lifted herself on her toes, and kissed me; not passionately, but certainly more enticing than a friendly greeting. I motioned toward my inner office and followed her in. She took her seat and I positioned myself in my chair behind the desk. Her appearance, her kiss, and the anticipation of what might follow, combined with the effect of the medicine, caused my penis to enlarge immediately.

 

"How have you been since we last met?"

 

"I've been on edge, to tell you the truth. I didn't think I'd make it." Her lower lip was trembling ever so slightly. "I almost," she paused and looked at the floor for a moment, "called you yesterday to see if I could see you sooner. Now that I'm here, I guess I'm relieved." She raised her eyes toward me. I could see the hunger in them. Her expression showed the lust she must have been feeling.

 

"Have you followed my instructions?"

 

"Yes. I've kept myself busy. I've stayed away from men."

 

"Congratulations! That's a great start."

 

"I'm trying."

 

"Lori, you had mentioned that your mother had passed away. How old were you?"

 

"Six. I remember her, but as I grow older those memories become vaguer."

 

"What do you remember?"

 

"I remember sitting on her lap. I remember her reading to me while we cuddled in my bed. Just things like that."

 

"Do you feel that you have gotten over her death?"

 

"Well," she paused to consider her answer, glancing again at the floor. "I assume so. I mean, I don't really think about her at all anymore."

 

"So, you feel you have dealt with your loss?"

 

"Yes," she said, looking at me again with desire in her gleaming green eyes.

 

"And, you mentioned that you know that your father loves you. Could you explain that to me?"

 

She looked at the floor and sighed deeply, crossing her left leg over her right. My erection stirred when I saw more of the smooth, pink, legs that I hoped would soon be wrapped around my waist. 

 

"He must love me. All fathers love their children."

 

"You believe that to be true?"

 

"It is, isn't it?" she asked, tilting her head to one side as if questioning her opinion. "And, all children love their parents."

 

She was a beautiful young woman in so many ways. But, I was beginning to realize, she was an innocent, naïve child in many others. As I looked at her my erection was throbbing.

 

"Dr. Gray," she blurted, louder than necessary. "You cuddled with me like my mother did after we..." she allowed her voice to trail off.

 

"After we what?"

 

"After you fucked me," she replied. The sound of her voice had become breathy and provocative. Her flawless complexion began to turn even pinker.

 

"Didn't the other men you've been with cuddle with you?"

 

"A few, I guess. Most of them just..." her voice trailed off again, and she looked down at the floor. "I'm pretty sure many of them had wives or girl friends. They'd tell me how great I was and ask about when we could get together again, but..."

 

"How did cuddling with me make you feel?"

 

She looked up at me, and licked her lips. She had a sultry, wanton look on her face. "Dr. Gray, I need you now. Please?" she pleaded. "I don't want to wait any longer."

 

"But, Lori, you haven't answered my question." It took will power to continue our dialogue when I wanted her certainly as much as she wanted me.

 

"Cuddling?"

 

"Yes."

 

"It made me feel safe. It made me feel," she paused, "content, I guess."

 

It felt as if my cock had never before in my life been so solid and large. My face must have betrayed my endeavor to continue our verbal interchange. She arose from her chair and moved slowly around my desk. This time, I didn't wait for her to try to move my chair. I swung it around and stood to meet her.

 

She threw her arms around my neck as I pulled her diminutive body to mine. My cock twitched when I felt her sweet, wet lips and her tongue enter my mouth. I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth of her tight, lean figure. I ran my hands over her back and buttocks.

 

She withdrew from our kiss and said, "You like to kiss before we start, right?"

 

"I'd kiss you anytime," I said, pulling her toward me again to taste her succulent mouth.

 

"I want you, Doctor. Please want me," she declared once our lips were parted. "I need you to want me."

 

She knelt before me and swiftly unhooked my belt. I gazed down at her, anticipating her next move. As she attended to my zipper, it dawned on me what she had just said was quite an admission. She needed to be wanted; whether by me or some man who was only interested in an occasional quickie. Everyone needs to be wanted on some level. For Lori, that level was sexual. It may have been the only way in her mind that she could be wanted. Coupled with her uncanny ability to take pleasure in multiple orgasms, it was reasonable to assume that she could become hooked on sex as a means of satisfying that basic human requirement.

 

My analysis of her mental state was interrupted when she lowered my pants and shorts to the floor. My cock, appearing huge even to me, hovered just in front of her striking face. She gazed at it like someone who had been lost in the desert for days and just found a tall glass of ice water.

 

"Dr. Gray," she moaned, "your cock is so long and thick." She looked up at me with her eyes wide. "Last time, it filled me so nicely. I love the way your cock feels inside me."

 

She wasted no more time. She flicked her tongue around the head of my cock while her hands cupped my scrotum. She lowered her head and, placing both hands around my shaft, one above the other, licked my balls in slow, wet strokes. She peered up at me and extended her thin, little pink tongue about as far as it would go. Stroking me with both hands, she teased my balls with its tip, never taking her eyes off mine.

 

She slowly pulled her head back, allowing a thin string of saliva to extend from her lips to my scrotum until it snapped. "Your cock seems even bigger and harder than last time," she said just before tickling me again with her tongue. "I want your big cock inside me. Please tell me you'll put it inside me and make me cum," she appealed in that sexy, twelve-year-old girl voice.

 

"Oh, I'll do just that," I replied, never taking my eyes of the vision of her youthful loveliness stimulating me.

 

Still peering at me, she rose up and licked the head of my cock with lavish strokes. It was as if the head was a scoop of ice cream, the shaft a cone, and she was lapping the melting confection to keep it from dripping onto her hand. She cupped one of my balls in each hand and placed her mouth just above my straining erection. Opening her lips, she allowed about a teaspoonful of saliva to dribble onto me.

 

"Do you like it really wet?" she asked in a near whisper.

 

"Yes, Lori," I groaned, "I like it anyway you want to do it."

 

Closing her eyes she slid her pink lips down my shaft. The feeling of her hot mouth was as glorious as I had remembered. She began pumping her head up and down. The sound of the sloshing liquid between her lips and my flesh filled the room.

 

Whoever might have coached her in giving oral pleasure to men had done an award-winning job. She kept going lower and lower, taking me deeper into her mouth until it seemed an anatomical impossibility. With her left hand squeezing tightly at the base of my cock, she held my scrotum in the palm of her right while her fingers, slippery with saliva, kneaded my perineum.

 

Soft gagging sounds came from her throat as she slowly lowered her head until I felt the crown of my cock slip into her throat. She continued until her lips reached my pubic hair, nearly reaching my pelvic mound. She stayed there for a few seconds, and it felt like she was swallowing, or attempting to do so, while breathing heavily through her nose. Ever so slowly again she raised her head pulling her lips off of me.

 

"My God, Lori, that is amazing," I commented with a smile.

 

Thick streams of saliva dripped from her lips to my cock. Pausing briefly to look up at me with a beguiling expression, she quickly began bobbing her head up and down on me, still manipulating my balls and perineum with her hands and fingers. The stimulation was indescribable.

 

"Lori, if you keep doing that..." I commented, too overwhelmed with excitement to finish my sentence. "Lori!" I cried, placing my hands at either side of her head to stop her momentum.

 

She released me and paused with her lips just touching the underside of the tip of my cock. Seeing her small face there, it indeed seemed inconceivable that she could get my entire length into her mouth and throat.

 

"Do you want me to make you come this way?" she asked, the movements of her lips nuzzling my cock as she spoke.

 

I considered quickly whether it would be the proper thing to do. If I let her continue and I was unable to achieve another erection, she would be denied one of the things she had obviously counted on me to provide. I wondered how that would affect her. Would she return again for more treatment? But, with the medicine causing blood to fill my penis so efficiently, and the thought of the pure joy of feeling myself inside her again, I was selfishly willing to risk the consequences.

 

 "I'd love that," I said, hoping I wouldn't regret my decision.

 

"You'll still fuck me, won't you?" she asked with a fleeting glare of desperation.

 

"I'll do my best."

 

With a gleam in her eye, she plunged her mouth down on me again, sliding her lips up and down in long, quick strokes. She continued to massage me with her hands, adding to the immense rush of pleasure. I could feel the tingle begin in my groin, when she slid her right hand back and I felt one of her wet fingers against my anus.

 

She played with my sphincter for a minute or so, then inserted her slender finger. An inch or so inside me I felt her deftly pressing against my prostate, moving her finger in small arcs. Her tongue was swirling against my sensitive skin. The vibration of her high pitched squeals added even more sensation.

 

The combination of stimuli brought me over the edge. A wave of orgasmic pleasure pervaded my body, and I felt powerful pulses of semen shoot through my cock. It was as if time stood still. Lori continued to suck me with long, deep strokes. Her finger continued to deftly massage my throbbing prostate. I could count the squirts as they spewed into her mouth. It was by far the longest and strongest climax I had ever had.

 

I realized suddenly that I had been grunting uncontrollably during my ejaculation. I was puffing for breath and my legs felt weak. I awkwardly sat back down in my chair, trying to regain my composure.

 

Lori gradually slowed her pace, and kept me in her mouth as I sat in rapture. She moaned in satisfaction and moved her tongue against me with slight pressure. She removed her finger, and toyed gently with my balls.

 

I looked down at her. Her sweet face had a glow of accomplishment. She gazed up at me as if I were a God and she had gained my favor by pleasing me so thoroughly. The analytical portion of my mind, which had been noticeably absent for about the last fifteen minutes, considered that she had performed so adeptly in an effort to make me want her. She wanted the only form of affection she had ever known - a man's cock inside her to make her have orgasms.

 

But, I wondered, was that the only response she wanted? If so, why? It would seem that her life would be hollow if the only thing she sought was sexual gratification. Surely, on some emotional level she must want, and need, more than that.

 

She moved her mouth off of me and snuggled her head against my naked thigh. "I think you liked that," she commented with a smirk. "Is there a bathroom in your office?"

 

I motioned toward the door behind her. "There are wash clothes and towels in the cabinet below the sink."

 

She jumped to her feet and ran on her tiptoes to the door. I heard water running for nearly a minute until she returned. She came to me with a warm, moist towel. She washed my face with it, and then knelt before me again. With soothing swipes of the towel, she cleansed my entire pubic area, including my ass.

 

"Feel good?" she asked.

 

"Ummmmmm," is all I could get out in response. I watched her contentedly, and noticed that my erection had not subsided nearly as much as I thought it would have. I also noticed how silly I looked with my shoes still on and my pants around my ankles.

 

"Shall I wash these out and hang them on the towel rack?"

 

"Sure," I said.

 

Scampering hurriedly back from the bathroom, she stood next to me, leaning against my desk. She stroked my hair with one hand and began unbuttoning her sweater with the other.

 

"Wait," I said, "may I do that for you?"

 

"If you want to. Making you come in my mouth has made me wet, Dr. Gray," she said in a sultry half whisper. "Will you....?" She paused and gazed at me.

 

"Will I what?"

 

"Will you lick my pussy before you fuck me; the way you did the last time? I, um, well, I really liked that." She again sounded like a twelve-year-old.

 

"I'd be glad to." I broke eye contact to begin removing my shoes.

 

"I'll do that," she demanded. With a graceful motion she was once again kneeling before me. With nimble fingers she had my shoes off my feet and my pants off my legs within a minute. Pushing them aside on the floor, she raised her right hand and traced the length of my half-erect penis with her fingernails in a gesture of reverence. It involuntarily twitched in response. "You are going to put this inside me, aren't you, Doctor?" Her voice had a pleading inflection.

     

I grinned. Notwithstanding her innocent appearance, she was incredibly sexy in voicing her desires. I wondered why none of her previous encounters had resulted in a long-term affair. Perhaps, I thought, she was entirely too easy. Her forthright willingness may have ruined other men’s’ desire for the hunt.

 

"I told you. I'll give it my best try," I answered, growing more confident that I would, indeed, be physically capable of performing as she wished.

 

I stood and removed my shirt. Laying it over the back of my chair, I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Placing one arm under her shoulder, I bent and lifted her with the other. She responded by kissing me passionately as I carried her toward the sofa near the wall of the office opposite my desk. Her body was lithe and light. She couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds.

 

"Oooo, you swept me away, Dr. Gray." She said as I dropped her to her feet in front of the sofa. I began the process of undoing the buttons on her sweater. The material felt luxurious against her breasts and abdomen. Once completed, I slid the sweater off her shoulders and down her slender arms. I couldn't resist kissing and licking the tender cleft where her collarbone met her neck.

 

I began to fidget with the clasp of her bra when I heard the sound of a zipper. She was apparently so overly anxious for my attention that she removed her own skirt. I felt it against my leg as she kicked it away, then felt the softness of her panties as she danced awkwardly to step out of them. That done, she reached behind her and easily mastered the bra closure that had me flustered.

 

Naked, she pulled away and reclined on the sofa, pushing her butt to the edge and spreading her lovely legs wide apart. She reached for me with both arms outstretched, inviting me to her yielding body. Beholding the beautiful young woman lying in submission, waiting for my attention, longing for me to give her pleasure, my cock grew harder by the second. When I fell to my knees between her legs, she clutched my head in her hands and began to guide it toward her vulva.

I resisted and instead raised myself over her, kissing her forehead tenderly. I moved my mouth down her nose and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Moving slowly, I nuzzled over her chin, down her neck, and approached her chest.

 

"You really like to kiss, don't you, Doctor?"

 

I raised my head to look at her. "I like to kiss you, Lori," I said with assurance, looking up at her lust filled eyes. "Do you like to kiss?" I asked, running my fingers over her breasts with a feather-like touch.

 

Her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue between her pink lips to moisten them. "I...I guess I'm beginning to like it more. It was just something I thought guys wanted to do to get ready for..."

 

My analytical mind was kicking in again. She was, indeed, addicted. Not to intimacy, but solely to the physical act; an act that could give her the sexual release she had come to long for in the past months. Gazing down at her adorable, pink, youthful body, I realized the extent of control I had gained over her. Granted, I used control over other patients to modify their behaviors, but Lori had successfully resisted any attempt to copulate with another man based upon my advice. I wondered if she relied upon that advice from a professional standpoint, or from the unspoken promise that if she succeeded, she would be rewarded at this appointment with satisfaction of her desire.

 

I ran my hands lightly over her stomach toward her abdomen. I wanted to continue our dialogue while providing her with stimulation. She seemed so vulnerable, so open, when she was aroused.

 

"What do you feel when you kiss me?"

 

"It feels so good, your warm mouth and tongue..."

 

"No," I interrupted, "what do you feel emotionally?" I asked, running my hands ever so much closer to her wet opening. My question washed the look of passion off her face. It was replaced by a quizzical smirk.           

 

"Emotionally?" she pondered. She sucked air into her lungs with a barely audible hiss when my thumb brushed across her wet, engorged clitoris. "When I kiss you? When I kiss you I feel like you really care about me."

 

I moved both thumbs to her swollen button and massaged it softly. "What did you feel, emotionally again, when you kissed the men before me?"

 

"Doctor," she said, her hips beginning to writhe involuntarily, "that feels so good. I've waited so long. Can we talk about this later?"

 

"I won't make you wait much longer," I assured her, my cock throbbing with every beat of my heart.

 

"With Dan, the first guy I met, I felt about the same way. I thought he cared about me. I wanted to kiss him to show that I cared about him." Her eyelids were only half-open as she rushed to higher arousal. "With most of the other men, I sometimes didn't care at all. It was something I just...did. It was something I thought I should do, even though with some of them, I didn't...Oh, God, Doctor Gray, that feels soooooo good."

 

"You didn't what?" I asked, probing for a more elaborate response.

 

"I didn't really want to kiss them," she replied, panting between words.

 

"Do you want to kiss me?"

 

"Oh, yes. I like kissing you. I like to be kissed by you, too."

 

Her answer was satisfying on two levels. From a professional approach, she felt an emotional tie between sensual touching and the person touching her. From a personal approach, she cared about me. This beautiful young girl wanted me for more than she had wanted most of the other sex partners she had had.

 

I lowered my head and kissed her belly as I continued to massage her. I trailed my tongue down her abdomen, over her soft tress of pubic hair. Moving my hands outward to the insides of her thighs, I kissed her love bud gently. It seemed much larger and harder than I remembered from those few days ago. I spread my lips farther apart to surround the erogenous area and licked her swollen knob.

 

"Oh, God! You do that so well," she cried, placing a hand at the back of my head.

 

I looked up to see her skin tone becoming even pinker again. She had closed her eyes. Her narrow lips slowly opened until I could see all of her sparkling, white teeth. Then, suddenly, as if operated by a switch, she opened her eyes wide and locked them on mine.

 

"You're going to make me cum, Doctor," she panted. "Oh, yes. Yes, that's it!"

 

Our eye contact was uninterrupted as she went over the edge. She moaned and gasped for air through her orgasm; clutching the back of my head and holding my mouth tight against her quivering pussy. The range of expressions her face conveyed was magnificent. I read them like a book: ascending to the peak, the realization that the sublime pleasure was seconds away, the pure rush of release, gratification and fulfillment, and when her bliss subsided, appreciative satisfaction.     

 

"Wow!" she exclaimed. She grabbed my arms and tried to pull me up and over her.

I need you inside me."

 

"Let me play a little longer," I protested, resisting her.

 

"But..."

 

"Let's see if you like what I have in mind."

 

I slowly slid my middle finger into her. Her passage was very wet and slippery. The intimate folds and nodules of her sheath felt delectable. It was no wonder it had felt so good when my cock was in her.

 

I used my finger to massage the upper wall of her vagina. Within seconds, I felt her spot. I had done this to my wife several times years ago. Although she claimed that it did not contribute to increased pleasure, I noticed much more response from her.

 

Dropping my mouth back down on her clitoris, I licked and nibbled ferociously. At the same time, I massaged her internally. Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably.

 

"Oh, oh," she yelled. "What are you doing to me?"

 

I continued her external and internal stimuli relentlessly. She raised her legs and spread them wider than I would have thought possible. She wrapped both of her hands around the back of my head, holding me in place.

 

"Oh," she screamed. "What..? Oh, my God... What, what are you doing to me?"

 

She fell silent for a few seconds, and then exploded with what must have been a colossal climax. Unintelligible screams and moans, interspersed with heavy breaths left her throat and reverberated around my office. Her body trembled. Her vagina rippled around my finger.

 

I glanced up to see an expression of delirious joy on her face. She stared at me with wide eyes, seemingly unable to comprehend the scope of the enjoyment she was experiencing. In the midst of release, her cries of rapture turned to short spells of laughter. Not laughter that would be a response to humor, but laughter that expressed achievement of a deep, personal achievement.

 

I had no idea that it was physiologically possible for a woman to have an orgasm for such an extended duration. After what seemed to be more than a minute, the contractions on my finger subsided, her undulating hips slowed, and she began to calm down. With a final shudder that coincided with a deep sigh, I felt her hands urging my mouth away from her.

 

I arose on my knees as she leaned forward bringing our lips to an even level. She kissed me with a combination of passion and gratitude, then withdrew a few inches from my face.                                                    

 

"That was..." she said, her green eyes seeming to glow in contrast to her fine, pink facial features. “I..."

 

"You what?" I asked, basking in the feeling of accomplishment I had at giving her such an intense release. She kissed me again.                      

 

"I've never felt like that before," she confessed. She gazed at me adoringly and ran the fingers of her left hand down the side of my face. "I...I just can't believe what you did to me. I've never felt so good before, Doctor."

 

Her thigh brushed against my erection. She glanced down at it and then focused on my eyes again. Wrapping her right hand around my shaft she said, "Oh, yes. Please? May I please?" she begged.

 

She pushed me gently until I was on my back on the plush carpet. Taking my hands in hers, she straddled me with her feet on either side of my chest. Using my grip on her hands for balance, she deftly lowered her tiny body until, with only a slight movement, the angle was correct and the very tip of my organ had pierced her. Bringing her torso upright, so that my cock stood vertically, she slowly lowered herself around me. Just before she had taken me fully, she shuddered and let out a sharp cry of delight as her third orgasm hit.                                       

 

Using only the muscles of her lovely legs and the leverage from my hands, she bounced up and down the full length of my cock repeatedly. She threw her head back, revealing the tense muscles in her neck. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. With every downward plunge she emitted a breathy, high pitched squeal as her highly stimulated clitoris made repeated contact with my pubic bone. 

 

"Oh, my God!" she screamed. Her voice was hoarse and guttural. "Thank you, Doctor, thank you!" She continued to ride me without slowing at all. "Oh, yes, Dr. Gray. Stay just like that," she demanded in a voice filled with anticipation. "Just like that!"

 

Her wet tube felt hot and tight as it massaged my erection up and down, over and over again. I appreciated the stamina and exuberance of her youth, realizing that my wife would have been exhausted long before now. I fought as hard as I could to hold back my ejaculation under the extreme pleasure I was receiving.

 

"YES!" she screamed suddenly. She writhed and rebounded violently on me with her fourth climax of the afternoon. With the agility of a practiced athlete, she released the grip on my hands and raised her arms above her head. Her body was glistening in a light coating of sweat from her gymnastic-like feats to please herself - and me, I hoped. Her skin tone was a glowing pink. Her nipples, hard and erect, were nearly crimson. Her blonde hair bounced beautifully above and around her head.

 

Finally, she lowered her vulva tight against me and rotated her hips in small circles. With her eyes closed, she collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around her svelte body and held her tightly against me. She was trembling from the magnitude of her repeated climaxes.

 

"Mmmmm," she sighed, nuzzling my neck. After half of a minute she said, "I love it when you hold me like this."

 

"I'm glad," I responded. Her lithe body felt so good against my skin I couldn't keep from continuing to slide my cock in and out of her.

 

"Doctor," she exclaimed, "you didn't come yet," she declared in a tone of disbelief. "I was so caught up in myself I thought that you had. Mmmmmm," she sighed again. "That means we can do some more, right?"

 

"Do you need to do some more?" I asked.

 

She was silent for about a minute. She placed her hands on my shoulders and her forearms on my chest. She raised her head until her face was just inches above mine.

 

"No." She stated with conviction. Just as a wave of disappointment rushed through my thoughts she said, "I don't need to. But, I want to."

 

This, I thought, was a significant development, as I continued to slide around in her deliciously tight vagina. I hoped that I had made some additional progress in her treatment. Previously, she had needed my sexual attention because I had impressed upon her the requirement that she remain celibate when not in my office. She had expressed only wanton desire to fulfill a need. I could tell from her statement that, at least at that moment, she wanted to have sex with me, not just any man she could find.

 

"So do I," I said with a smile.

 

I rolled onto my side and, as I did so, she wrapped her slender legs around my waist. Getting to my knees, I held her close to me as I arose to my feet. I placed my hands under her bottom and lifted her off me.

 

"Oh, you took it out," she bemoaned.

 

I lowered her so that she was standing and spun her around until she was facing away from me. With gentle pressure I pushed on her back until she bent over and placed her arms on my desk.

 

"Doctor Gray,” she cooed, turning her head to glance back at me, “can you make me feel again the way I did when you used your mouth and fingers on me?"

 

"I'll certainly try," I replied, admiring the view of her narrow waist and firm, round buttocks.

 

She peered into my eyes as I slide my rock hard cock back into her slippery hole. It was so gratifying to be back inside her warm, willing body. I tried to position myself so that the head of my penis would hit the same spot that I had found with my fingers. I worked it in as deeply as I could and used short, powerful thrusts.

 

Reaching around her hip with my right hand, I gently teased her clitoris with my fingers, hoping I was accomplishing my goal. She began to moan softly and straightened her arms so that she was nearly standing. I grabbed her left shoulder for leverage as I increased the length and speed of my thrusts. She responded by arching her back and forcing her ass back toward me.

 

"Oh, Doctor Gray," she cooed. "I think," she whispered, "yes, that's it. That's how it felt!"

 

It was as if we were in a mating frenzy. I could feel her clitoris enlarge when

I applied more pressure and massaged it and the surrounding area with my fingers, trying my best to make it feel to her as if my mouth were stimulating her.

 

"Oh, my God!" she cried in a shrill voice. "That's it! That's it!" Lori screamed over and over.

 

I was lost in a netherworld of erotic bliss. I concentrated only on the feeling of her delicate internal tissues against my erection and massaging her pleasure bud. With no forethought, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back toward me.

She turned her head and looked into my eyes. "Yes, yes, yes...." she whispered over and over.

 

I could see from her expression that something monumental was about to happen. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. Then, suddenly, her expression turned to one of utter disbelief. She stopped whispering and gazed at me for several seconds, then turned her head back away from me suddenly.

 

"NOW!" she shrieked. "YES, NOW!"

 

Her body trembled for another few seconds, then she went wild. She bucked her hips against me, slapping the backs of her thighs against the front of mine. Although she uttered no sounds, it was obvious that she had completely lost control in the rapture of an intense orgasmic release. Just as she had when I had pleased her with my mouth and fingers, she seemed to linger in the bliss of her release for an unfathomable amount of time.

 

I continued to fuck her as rapidly as I could, extracting my own immense pleasure from pleasing her. I could feel the tingle build in my abdomen and thighs as I approached my maximum level of excitement. The pleasurable feeling began to culminate in my groin while I watched and listened to her enjoyment. It felt like my cock was growing even larger as I approached ejaculation.

 

I sensed that her orgasm had reached its ebb. "Pull my hair, Baby," she sighed. "Come inside me, Doctor," she urged, turning to look at me again. "Empty yourself inside me. Come inside me, Doctor," she beckoned.

 

I needed no more incentive. The pressure in my body reached an explosive level. I yelled when I felt a powerful surge of semen pulse through my cock, followed by another, and another, until I lost count of the number of pleasurable spurts. Lori squealed and sighed in delight as I filled her.

 

"Oh, Doctor! Oh, feel good! Feel good inside me, Doctor!" she coaxed.

 

My pace slowed as the contractions of my prostate waned. I was sweaty and tired from the physical performance of my aging body. Gulping for air, I finally slumped onto her back and held her close to me.

 

"Here, Doctor Gray," she said, turning to face me and taking me by the hand, "come over here."

 

She led me to the couch and helped me sit. Placing her diminutive hands on my cheeks, she kissed me lovingly. Gracefully, she slithered down my body until she was kneeling between my quivering legs. Cupping my drained balls in her hands, she slid her mouth over my cock and gently sucked the remaining viscous liquid from my seminal duct.

 

Releasing her lips from my cock she said, "I hope you felt even half as good as you made me feel." I could feel her warm breath and her lower lip against the sensitive underside of my cock as she spoke. "Thank you, Doctor."

 

I peered down at her loveliness. She was even more beautiful in her post-

orgasmic state. Her luminous eyes sparkled between their half closed lids. Her disheveled hair still looked as soft and luxurious as when she had first arrived. 

 

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. I stroked her hair as she nuzzled her face against my thigh. She looked so subservient in that position. It was as if I could do anything I wanted to her. Regaining normal breaths I said, "Lori, come up here with me."

 

Without hesitation, she joined me on the couch. I pulled her to me and cradled her tender body in my arms. In response, she wrapped her arms around my neck and sighed contentedly.

 

"I want to thank you, too, Lori." I said. "You've made me feel better than I have in half a lifetime."

 

"I feel so safe right now," she said, shocking me back to professional reality.

 

"I feel, well, I feel satisfied. It's like I can think clearly without worrying about...well, about..." she trailed off into silence.

 

"About what?"

 

"You know, about when I will get to come again."

 

She was expressing her feelings without any goading from me. I was flattered that I had completely satisfied her but, I knew, within a few days her needs would again become overwhelming. Putting aside my carnal desires, I knew that I needed to concentrate on her emotional development to suppress the awful pangs of guilt that would soon inhabit my mind.

 

"Lori, I want you to find some ways to occupy your mind until our next session. Join a club; one, of course with only female members. Volunteer your time to help others. I want you to do things that will help you concentrate less on your needs and more on the needs of others."

 

She was quiet for a few seconds. "That's a good idea, Doctor. I sometimes don't know what to do with my time."

 

"Good," I said. "Let's get cleaned up and schedule your next appointment."

 

 

 

 

 

Over the last six months Lori has made significant improvement. She moved out of her apartment and purchased her own home in the suburbs. She has joined a garden club that meets every two weeks. She has learned about gardening and has brought me pictures of her own garden. Three days each week she helps out at the library of a nearby elementary school. Of particular interest to her are the special needs children.

 

Her sexual addiction unfortunately has not been cured. In all my extensive research, I have not uncovered one case study in which a cure has been reached without dangerous drugs or risky hypnotherapy. However, from her personal standpoint, her self image has improved immensely. She has concentrated her addiction toward me and sees me as her confidant. No longer does she feel like a promiscuous slut, as she had before our first meeting.

 

I schedule her appointments every three days. She continues to adhere to my advice that she remain celibate between our sessions. Her treatments have been satisfying enough that she is no longer as anxious as she had been. However, we have found that two hour appointments are much better for us, particularly in satisfying my wife's inquisitiveness as to why I spend so much time at my office. I have explained to her that I have a patient with an unusual need for my extended services.

 

I still charge her at the regular fees I charge my other patients, and she pays my fees promptly and without question. She understands that her condition is complicated and will require a prolonged and extensive course of treatment. So far, neither of us has discussed when her need for treatment will end. However, in my professional opinion, since her affliction is so acute she may need life-long care.  

      

 

       

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

     

     

     

     

  

     

'' my parents are going out of town this weekend, do you wanna sleep over?'' he asks as we get dressed.

'' sure,'' i say. '' on one account. we're gonna need a lot of condoms''

he smiles at me and i smile back. maybe were not just friends anymore

I was watching a film yesterday and a can't remember the exact line but it went something like "Why can't people just be upfront about it, say something like "I could feed you a line, I could tell you your beautiful but you know that because i'm talking to you, i've gotten dressed up to attract girls, you've gotten dressed up to attract guys and i'm attracted to you and it's for one thing, sex, I want to be with you.""

Five hours ago I was playing my guitar, thinking nothing sexual and I looked down to see a hard on. Everyone in the house was either asleep or out, so I got into bed, undressed and wanked over a fantasy about a married older woman moving in across the road, I was about to come and then stopped. I went downstairs, got my mobile phone and texted her, I said "When was the last time you masturbated?"

When you text someone, you check your phone every two seconds and it feels like forever even though you know they're going to text back. I didn't even check my phone once before she texted me back. "Why? When was the last time you did?"

So what do I text back? "I was, five minutes ago, but I didn't cum."

"Why not?" (It's funny, if it was casual, you ask random questions and say random things to fill up the text but when it's sex, you want it to be to the point but at the same time you don't want to seem as id you're interested in case it's all a big joke at your expense.)

"Because, I want you to make me cum. Look, for all you know this is a mate of mine or I might be drunk out of my head but I want you, do you want to meet up? we could get a room at the ***** *********?"

"How will I know if it is you who's texting?"

So, I phoned her "Do you want too?"

"Yes."

"I'll meet you at ******* in a half hour."

"...Okay...Bye..." She said.

I went into my bathroom and threw cold water over my head. Then, I made a mess of my bedroom by pulling out every piece of clothing I had. What do I wear? Nothing over the top; Black t-shirt, open denim shirt, buttom up jeans, black boxers, black or no socks, leather slip on shoes.

We met up and went to have a drink at a bar. We didn't say much, "Hello." "How are you?" "Do you want to do this?" "Yes."

When she looked at me I turned away and when I looked at her she did but that was followed by a slight touch of leg to leg, arm to arm and then we went up to the room. How does the fantasy go?

I put my hands on the sides of her face and looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips as I did the first time, some years ago.

She was nervous, so was I. "Shall we undress." She said, I think she just said that too say something and then regretted it, she was beautiful but shy. I took one step back and dropped my denim shirt and black t-shirt on the floor. She was wearing a black v-neck top, she slowly pulled it off, her legs were shaking, when she pulled it off, she got as close to me as she could because I don't think she wanted me too see her. I turned off the lights and we both undressed at our sides of the bed before going under the covers. We was lying, facing each other but apart, I stroked my hand down her side and as she moved slightly forward, her hand touched the head of my penis. I kissed her and she pressed the palm of her hand up against my rock hard cock. I moved one arm and one leg under her side and pulled her ontop of me, my cock rubbing against her pussy as our kisses got more passionate and more furious. I kissed every part of her body, she felt every part of mine apart from her pussy and my cock. I could feel her heart beating as I held her close. "I want you in me." She said, suprisingly confident, and then said shyly "If you want." I laughed, and slid down to the bottom of the bed, I kissed her wet pussy and she wrapped her legs around me as she stroked my hair with both her hands arching her back. I slid my arms under her back as the lamp at the side of the bed was turned on and off. I licked deep inside of her, licking the A, B, C's around her clit. I tasted every taste of her. She moaned innocently.

I slid back up the bed, and she escorted me out. She kneeled before me. She was sweet, a differen't person to who'd I seen, completely letting her guard down, "I havent done this before, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to do it wrong."

And then she swallowed my cock, sliding her lips up and down my cock, licking and jerking me, wrapping her arms around my legs. "I'm cumming." She wanked my cock and opened her mouth as I came, swallowing every bit of my pearly white cum.

We layed in bed, her back to my front, as I felt her tits and fingered her pussy. "I want you to fuck me on that table." She turned on the lights, and walked on the tip of her toes as fast as she could to the table, she hopped on and opened her legs and lurred me with her finger. As I began to get out, she layed back pinching her nipples, and moaning. I walked over and held her legs on my shoulders as I hammered her pussy with my cock, she screamed silently. I held the back of the table, fucking her faster and harder wanting her more and more. Her tits bounced up and down, she pulled my lips towards hers, as I was about to cum, I stopped and Fingered her, and licked her and waited until she was ready "Now" she said, I stuck my cock in her and held her tightly, my head over her right shoulder, her head over my right shoulder as we scratched each others backs to hell. We held eachother, cumming and moaning, until our breathing calmed door, and we just held eachother, just to touch.

We fell asleep in the bed at about two o'clock and woke up at three, "I need to get back." She said, "But, my fantasy, I want you to rape me, fuck me up the ass, and cum in me." She locked her self in the bathroom, pretending to have a shower, I got dressed and kicked open the door breaking the lock, I grabbed her hair tightly, I hurt her but as I began to let go she punched. I threw her on the bed and wrestled with her getting hit and kicked until I got her face down lying above her, I un-buttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock and slammed her ass as she groaned in delight and pain, I filled her with my cum as her jaw spasmed.

I layed ontop of her for ten minutes puffing and panting before we went in the shower and washed eachother's bodies. Then we got dressed and left, I walked her home and kissed her goodnight.

I came home an hour ago and got a text message from her, She asked, "Was that a one time thing?"

No. It wasn't, I want her now and will want her tomorrow night. I'm sat here with a hard on, and when i've submitted this story, i'm going to get into my bed, take off all my clothes and wank off to her ontop of me, fucking me. I can't stop thinking about her.

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Prologue

Diun’ja was the greatest warrior his people had ever seen. He had won many battles and much honor. As was custom the strongest was chosen for the breeding as was his reward. A world was chosen to spread his seed and through this spread his perfection as his people saw it. It was an isolated world where his progeny could grow. Earth was its name and the inhabitants would be unaware of the true purpose of this alien visitor.

Mistaken for the Homeless

Diun’ja traveled from the landing site dressed in street clothes that his people had given him to better blend in. He was lured by the city lights of L.A. Even from a distance it drew his attention. In this place there were many opportunities to meet potential mates allowing him to spread his genetic material.

Diun walked the streets of Los Angeles taking in all the new sights. There were building he had never seen and many people dressed in strange garbs. He must have wandered a good portion of the city before he decided to rest. Uncaring of the cold he fell asleep on a park bench in the middle of a park. Diun awoke to feel something tap his foot and a woman’s voice. Shifting where he lay he caught sight of an attractive brunette in a uniform. It was the middle of the night and a full moon hung overhead. The badge she wore said police on it. Diun ignored her and went back to sleep. There was another tap on his sneakers this time more insistent. Annoyed he rolled over to face the cop and found a second one with black hair done up in a pony tail. She had tanned skin and the features of a Hispanic woman. Her body was tight and slender. This time she had been the one who had tapped his boot.

The other woman was backing up her partner when the black haired woman said, “Alright buddy time to get a move on or we’ll have to put you in the squad car and take you downtown.”

Diun disliked the threat that was implied in her voice and rose to his feet. Growling he returned the challenge staring down at the two women. The second one moved for her taser firing it at him. The jolt that would have put down a full grown human no matter what size he was didn’t bother Diun. For him the jolt was barely noticeable though it was clear what she tried to do. Picking up the dark haired one by her uniform he tossed her into the second one easily. The two women fell to the ground together unconscious from the impact. The attack now answered he moved off no longer interested in staying there. On his way out he found their cop car and to avoid possible pursuit he decided to put it out of commission.

Jessica and Patrice woke up to find the homeless man gone and rushed to the cop car. Exiting the park they found it laying there tipped over on the street. Looking inside they found the radio ripped out and the camera inside the car destroyed. Patrice pissed off kicked the side of the car. She couldn’t believe something like this had happened. It took awhile before her partner was able to calm her down. They decided to walk back to the station and possibly wave down a police car along the way before one of them spotted the perp up ahead.

Diun had just started walking away when he heard someone yell, “Freeze!” Standing in front of a wall he merely sprang over it landing in a crouch on the other side before continuing on. Both women looked at each other in disbelief. Finally Patrice after a moment led the way after him leaping to catch the top of the wall. Hoisting herself up she offered a hand to her partner who did the same. After landing on the other side they unholstered their guns continuing the pursuit.

“Shouldn’t we shouldn’t we just let this one go and call for backup?” Jessica said as they continued to follow his trail. Looking for any sign of him Patrice replied, “And tell them what? That we lost the perp after he somehow managed to knock us out, flip our car, and leap over a wall right in front of us? Are you nuts? They’ll laugh us right out of the station! Now come on!” Patrice said leading the way. Jessica was close behind when she saw Patrice disappear suddenly and she moved around a nearby corner.

Jessica wasn’t able to get a shot off as she followed and was caught by surprise with a punch to the gut. The wind knocked out of her she folded to the ground her legs giving out. Patrice was on the ground in a similar position holding her gut and barely keeping herself from puking. Looking up Jessica saw the perp looking down at them waiting to see if either of them got up. Both women’s bodies had never taken a punch that hard and would take them a little while to recover.

He picked up both their guns now loose on the ground and tossed them on the building they were leaning against. Satisfied that they were in no condition to follow he turned around. Patrice managed to catch her breath and got up. Charging she tried to leap on his back and catch him in a sleeper hold. Jessica’s partner had a good grip and had taken many other much larger opponents by doing just that. This time however Jessica saw the man quickly turn around and catch her with one hand by the throat.

Shaking his head in disgust at this continuing annoyance he decided that no other choice but to embarrass them to try to end this. He intended not to hurt them seriously and would hold back. Letting her go he ripped open her sleeve tossing it aside then backing away. Patrice not getting it attacked again with a punch only to lose another piece of her clothing. Jessica soon began to see the rules. Every time he was attacked Patrice would lose something. Deciding to hit him while he was distracted she aimed low for the back of his legs aiming with her nightstick. A hand caught her near the collarbone and squeezed before she could even bring the weapon to bare. Jessica’s eyes rolled up into her head as she passed out.

By the time she woke up Patrice was riding the man they had just been fighting. Sliding up and down on his cock she felt him cum coating her insides. Jessica was so shocked she could only stare at the whole scene aghast. Pushing Patrice’s heaving body off so she rolled onto her pile of clothes beside him Diun got up. Jessica was soon given a face to face with his huge member still stiff, and hard now wet with her friend’s juices. The moon light illuminated his tan skin and powerful form as smiled the smile of a predator stalking his prey. Even now his pheromones were beginning their work but Diun was growing impatient. He was beginning to like the softness of these human women. Even now he yearned to feel their velvety softness envelop his pole as he fucked Jessica as he had her friend.

The other one had been less resistant he found this one far more admirable. She reminded him of one of his own species’ women. Mating among his people were far more violent in comparison. A male had to prove his prowess by showing his strength. The act fueled their hormones of both causing the mating to become much more heated. The other one had begun to show him some new things before she finally lost it and mounted him riding him to the end. 

Grasping Jessica’s hips he pulled he up onto her knees. Positioning her in front of him he was given a pleasing view of her crouch. Ripping a big enough hole to expose her beautiful pussy he rubbed it with his fingers stroking her. Jessica sucked in a breath gasping at how good it felt. Slipping his fingers inside he copied his earlier actions with Patrice. Stroking her he teased her pussy until she begged for release. Smiling Diun slipped his cock in easing it in inch by inch. Grasping her hips he buried himself all the way up to the hilt. Jessica sighed in contentment as she felt his full length buried inside her Jessica’s body shivered with anticipation.

“Fuck me please fuck me!” Jessica cried out. Needing no more encouragement Diun gave Jessica what she wanted. Grasping her hips plunge his hips forward as he used her hips to pull her back against him giving hard deep thrusts. Building up a hard pace skin could be heard slapping against skin as their two bodies slammed together.

“Ah, ah, ah aaah!” Jessica screamed passionately a Diun hammered into her.

“I’m gonna cum!” Jessica yelled after ten minutes of this her body squirting out her juices all over him. Her whole body spasmed as the orgasm wracked her from head to toe. After pulling out his sperm on its way into her womb he got up and got dressed. Two women were now pregnant in this surprising turn of events.

Jessica was still gasping for air shivering in the cold night air when Diun left the two of them. It would take awhile before her or Patrice were in any condition to head home and get dressed. Both were sore but still feeling the effects of their orgasms as they tried to recover. Seeing him leave Jessica wondered who the stranger was and where had he come from? There was no doubt that she and Patrice would remember this night for the rest of their lives. They would call their sergeant later and try to explain how their car got flipped, and try to get it returned to the station. Even now Jessica knew they would have to lie. Who would believe the truth?

Sniffing his fingers Diun licked Jessica’s juices off his reveling in the taste. No one had told him how good human women tasted down there. Their cum tasted ever so sweet, and satisfying. His taste buds went wild as he licked his fingers clean his thoughts turned to idea of eventually getting more.

A Female Hiker

To avoid any further trouble from the police Diun decided to move away from the city for a while heading out to the hills. He had discarded most his clothes preferring to leave them behind once he reached the safety of the hills. Already he began to dislike their constriction and how they made his body feel hot as he hiked up the hill towards the Hollywood sign. He felt quite free like this without the restrictions of human clothes. A young female hiker was making her way up the path and spotted the naked man up the slope. His body well formed not too muscular. His species were not built to get much bigger for they were far denser than humans. Though his skin looked soft like theirs it was in fact stronger than any metal after dealing with strong gravity from his homeworld.

The woman stood dumbfounded looking at his alluring body every bit masculine. She made an audible gulp as he neared her, his pheromones filling her nostrils and making her body excited. She looked down in shock to find her nipples already hard and her pussy juices soaking her panties and pants.

She had extra set of clothes in her backpack and she would need them as Diun ripped open her shirt before planting a hard kiss on her. In a second movement he tore her pants open tossing them aside.

Monica a petite blond with small breasts and sexy curved ass stood now naked in front of the well-hung Diun. How all this had happened she didn’t know but she didn’t argue with her luck as he bent down and picked her up hoisting her right off the ground.

 The strange man must have been 6’4 towering over her at Monica’s height of 5’2. All the natural lube her body was producing was about to be put to the test as his massive member buried itself into her helpless body. Hanging off him she was jarred by the impact as he began to fuck her Monica’s orgasms coming all too fast. Every nerve in her body was so sensitive and she didn’t know how long she could last like this. Part of her felt like she was going to die by being fucked to death her body finally giving out under the strain. Monica felt like a rag doll and was loving every minute of it. Never before had she felt like this with every other man, and she didn’t want it to stop. Sweat covered her body and her breaths came in gasps. Monica felt like she was running a marathon as she seemed to climax without end against this seemingly tireless machine of a man.

With a loud growl she felt him cum inside her spurting his great load. Monica whimpered as she sensed that the experience was over and this strange man would leave her.

“Please don’t leave me. I have a house not far from here. You could spend the night there and leave in the morning if you wish.” Monica suggested hopefully. Diun nodded seeing such a thing could prove useful.

Helping her dress he carried her back to her home because her legs could no longer carry her for a time. Diun found clothes from one of her old boyfriends that he had left there inside her closet. Some of the more baggy sweats and t-shirts fit him and he picked the most ideal to wear. He had decided that though he might have to wear human clothing it was not necessary to be uncomfortable.

Before he left Monica begged for him to take her one more time. This time he experimentally tried a slower pace to see how she handled it. These human women appeared to be more fragile than the females of his species. It wouldn’t do to kill one of his mates so he tried things more slowly. Her responses to this change further encouraged this.

Monica wrapped her legs and arms around him meeting each thrust. Pumping in between her legs Diun became fascinated by this response. Normally his species simply took what they wanted hard and fast. Now it was not nearly pheromones that were bringing her to orgasm but his improving technique. He sensed every reaction before she made it anticipating her. It was a new experience not simply breeding but giving a part of himself. The sound of her breathing, and her smell heightened his own pleasure.

Kissing her neck where it met the shoulder he heard her gasp out, “Yes, Yes. That’s it! Don’t stop! Ohhh Sh----ttt!” Diun felt her cream all over his cock her mouth hanging open. She kissed his neck as she tried desperately to catch her breath her chest heaving.

 Diun had been unaware he was even capable of this and it was a welcome discovery. Monica’s orgasms were fewer but more intense as her body was barely able to contain it. On the last one she passed out overwhelmed and exhausted. Diun was sure even now that a child would soon begin to grow in her womb. In a matter of weeks not months she would give birth to a healthy child that would be his. He had not talked to her the entire time at least not verbally.

He merely communicated his intentions unconsciously as was common among his people. Monica would raise her hips during sex allowing him better access or give him a glass of water when he wanted it earlier that morning. He could achieve this after making a conscious effort to communicate it. Speech had been forgotten years ago among his species. Even now he was barely relearning it instead he decided to stick to sensing her intentions just as she sensed his. It began with an image or emotion. Sometimes it was hard to describe. He simply knew what she wanted.

It was a beautiful feeling when dealing with humans. Their emotions were less raw like a pouring river and more like a gentle stream. Diun found it soothing as he let it flow through him mixing with his own emotions. He communicated how beautiful he thought she was at that moment gently planting that image in her mind. Like a flower she opened up to him it was Diun’s turn to gasp as he felt the full impact of it.

The thought of this woman carrying his child filled him with unusual pride. Normally his people did not open themselves to the thoughts of their partners especially when they considered them inferior. By all accounts that is what humans were. His people were the picture of physical perfection. None suffered from any physical ailment or disease.

They were tougher and stronger. Their minds sharper than the greatest of the humans able to anticipate an opponent, and take preemptive actions to defeat them even before combat commenced. Diun remembered each battle he had ever fought in and those that belonged to his forbearers. In his DNA were the memories of thousands of males and females from his line that came before him. Each lesson had helped shaped him adding to his own personality and strengths.

He had proven his line to be superior and all had bowed before him acknowledging his perfection. The new title of Nafi had bestowed to him for he was the first to ever rise to such a height. Even after he had bred with the unwed females of legal age many more of his own people’s women awaited his seed seeking to share in his superior genetics. Why did he not feel as honored by that notion as he once had? Was it perhaps that he felt a kinship with these humans?

In the beginning their two species had not been dissimilar. His people had advanced far because their desire to prove their own genetics. When a new species came their genetics strengths were added to their own, and those who were not strong were merely breeding stock to make their children strong. Eventually the weak were bred out and only the powerful remained.

Diun’s mind now turned to the woman on the bed before him. Her name was Monica and he saw her dreams and desires. She wanted children one day but had been told that she couldn’t. Despite this he sensed that his DNA had only fixed this problem. The first sample had healed her imperfect womb and the second had planted his seed there. In their coupling he had and sensed their potential.

A new doubt was placed in his mind: Did he really want to leave is progeny to fend for themselves? Why not stay and see them grow up? Perhaps he could even see what they would do on this far removed world, and what of the mother’s of his children? Diun had no doubt his children would act out of the ordinary.

While some might not notice their mother’s soon would. Eventually they would seek out their birthright as warriors yearning for the call of combat.

Even now Diun remembered his past experiences. It had a strong pull among his people. Through it genetics were proven as with every other physical or mental competition. That same drive would exist in his young no matter what the humans tried to teach them.

Why he worried about such things when none of his kind had before he didn’t understand.

Putting these thoughts aside he kissed her cheek tenderly an image of tenderness he had seen in her mind. She would have her wish for a child and he had provided the opportunity. Walking out of the house he headed towards the lights of the city. Already exciting possibilities filled his thoughts and he was eager to see what else he could learn from these humans.

Naughty Librarian

Diun decided in light of all he had learned already he should do some more studying on humans. Heading back into the city he eventually found a library where he could have access to books to learn from. Picking out books on sexuality he placed his hands on each page reading it by touch. Each impression from a former reader gave him the information the book carried within it. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t notice a librarian sneak up behind him.

“Find what you needed?” She asked a smile on her face as he turned. Diun calmly turned to look at her returning her smile.

Sending her the impression he hadn’t she replied, “Would you prefer a book on sexual positions?” This startled Diun as he noticed that he hadn’t consciously communicated it. Was this a side effect of having sex with humans? How else had they begun to affect him that he had been unconscious of? Why had his people not told him of this risk? Diun had never heard of anything like this happening in the past.

 Recovering quickly without her noticing Diun smiled acknowledging her question. Looking at the floor shyly Dana tried to gather her courage as she tried to think of what to say.

“If you want I would be happy to show you some personally.” Dana said blurting out her innermost desires. Her hand quickly covered her mouth as she realized what she had just said to him. Dana wanted to simply get away her face burning with embarrassment.

Diun was intrigued as the freckled red head blushed. He had never seen anything like it. Reaching out he stroked her face surprised it was not red hot due to its color. Smiling as he looked into her deep blue eyes he nodded indicating he was interested. Dana couldn’t believe it.

“We could meet here after work.” Dana suggested. Diun frowned at this. He did not like the idea of waiting. Seeing his reaction Dana’s tongue licked her lips simply trying to wet them. What Diun saw was an action that inflamed his arousal. He had read about the act of kissing and was eager to try it. The act had in fact reminded him of it. Using his stroking hand on her face as subterfuge he reached into her mind lightly plucking out an image. It was her version of the perfect kiss.

Taking her in his arms his mouth hungrily sought hers just like in the image and his tongue parted her lips. Moving around he stroked the inside of her mouth with it concentrating on her enjoyment. Dana felt herself cum right there and then wetting her panties. Wrapping her arms around his neck she deepened the kiss feeling his strong arms wrap around her. When he broke the kiss Dana desperately tried to kiss him again but he stopped her, his finger pressed against her lips. Dana whimpered her eyes begging to continue the intimate act.

Controlling himself and his growing need to have her Diun planted the image of her home in Dana’s mind. Nodding in agreement as if he had said it verbally she led the way out the door. Finding her car they drove back to her house. Once they were inside Dana closed the door behind them. When she turned around Diun began kissing Dana’s neck making it hard for her to concentrate. Something was still causing her to hesitate so Diun stopped.

He wondered what was wrong and she gave him her answer, “I’m a virgin.” A questioning look came over his face after hearing this. He did not understand the full implications. The impression he was getting didn’t make sense. She knew about sex but was nervous about her first time. His people were never nervous. They had too much memory to call from. Surety was a part of being who he was.

Taking his hand she led him to the bedroom. Inside was the usual furniture along with a T.V. and VCR.

Turning on the television she pressed play on the VCR. Images came on to the screen of a man and a woman having sex. Seeing it Diun nodded understanding. That was how she knew. Like he knew how to have sex from his memories she had learned from these images on the screen. Touching the VCR he read from it that she used it quite often for this purpose, as well as something more.

He saw her touching herself while watching as well as using some strange object. Pleasure was attached to this image and he wondered what it was. Even now he could hear a steady hum attached to this new image.

Moving to one of her drawers Dana took out a vibrator showing it to him. Taking it he looked it over and handed it back wanting her to show him how to use it. Removing her clothes shyly she moved to the bed. Dana felt so self conscious in this situation. She had never done this with a man in the room before or anyone else for that matter. Laying there with her head propped up by the pillows Dana began to stroke it across her pussy. It buzzed and vibrated sending tingles through her body. She seemed to focus on her clitoris a lot pressing it there and holding it before moving on. As soon as she was good and wet she slid the vibrator inside herself.

Once it was all the way in she began to move it in and out fucking herself with it. Diun watched in wonder moving in closer for a better view. An image on the screen caught his attention. Dana had forgotten to turn it off. Its sounds filled the background as she continued to play with herself. The sound of one woman cumming had caused him to look at it. A man was licking the woman’s pussy and she was running her fingers through his hair. 

Diun liked this image and was eager to try it for himself. Searching for the word from among her memories his mouth moved clumsily trying to say it, “I…try…please?” Dana stopped slowly removing the toy and handing it to him while it was still on. Taking it he positioned his head over her pussy so he was lying on top of her. Using the vibrator at first he teased her clitoris pressing it firmly against her clit and then removing it.

Facing his cock Dana had her own ideas about teasing and began to lick and play with it. Her fingers and tongue stroked it playing with its length. Diun gasped at the sudden sensation unprepared for it with his attention directed elsewhere. As she began sucking it firmly in her mouth he tossed aside the toy and began licking with enthusiasm. Dana made sounds to show her appreciation. She was so wet and delicious that Diun practically tried to suck and lick off all he could of her juices.

Dana came many times this way making him cum with her as well. What she lacked in experience she made up with passion. Apparently Dana liked how Diun’s sperm tasted as well. To her it tasted like a sweet syrup and she couldn’t get enough. About the fifth time Diun had to get her to stop or she would have kept on going until her jaw got sore.

Lying there next to each other they kissed tenderly while Dana rested and relaxed. Diun was eager to cum inside her after she had caught her breath. Dana was only happy to oblige. Climbing on top she mounted him and began to move her hips up and down riding his cock. Now she was in control, and the one time that Diun tried to get too involved fucking up into her she shook her head to stop him saying, “Wait a minute baby you’ll like this.”

Moving her hips in a circle she ground into him like the porn movies had shown her. It took awhile to get the hang of it but eventually she got the response she wanted. Diun grasping her hips began to spurt inside her the stimulation too much. How many times he came she didn’t know but each one sent her into a mini orgasms and she liked it. She had never seen a man do that in any of the movies and was so proud of herself for causing it.

 By the time it was over he was exhausted as well. Both of them were covered in sweat as they slipped underneath the covers. Dana cuddled against him and Diun enjoyed the feeling wrapping one of his arms around her and kissing her forehead. For the first time he found himself wanting to tell her everything but he knew he shouldn’t. How could she understand and what if she turned away from him because of it? These new emotions began to unsettle him and he decided to leave the next day when she left for work. There was something dangerous about this woman he had not dealt with before. Part of him was screaming to get away from her.

Kissing her goodbye he waited until she was out of sight before he left. As he walked down the street in search of something new another emotion surfaced and he did not recognize it. It made him feel bad for leaving her and not trying to explain. It was an emotion humans called guilt. What he didn’t realize is that during the experience he had done something without realizing it: Diun had stopped using pheromones.
A Stripper’s Surprise

While walking the streets Diun met a mugger. Pointing a gun at him the man urged him into an alley. Little did the mugger realize just who he was dealing with.

“Give me your money!” The mugger yelled keeping the gun on him. As close as they were Diun could feel the evil of the man and see the images of the innocent people he had killed. Some he had raped, while others he had murdered in cold blood uncaring of how much they suffered before they died. This made Diun angry though he couldn’t explain why. Moving forward he felt the impact of the bullet on his skin and ignored it. The bullet did not penetrate or even hurt. The mugger panicked and kept firing without any better luck only stopping when a punch from Diun leveled him breaking his jaw.

Taking the gun Diun crushed it into a hunk of metal in his hand easily, dropping it on the ground beside the mugger. Liking the man’s overcoat he saw little harm taking it from the unconscious thief. When he thought of it the man might have tried to kill him and done the same as he put it on.

As part of that thought process he had little trouble taking any of the man’s money or the valuables he had stolen. Touching the man’s sleeping mind he picked out the image of a pawnbroker nearby who unknowingly sold the stolen goods from time to time. The mugger had used many of them to cover his tracks and not cause suspicion.

Walking there Diun sold the watches, rings, and other things that he had found on the mugger. The money was pretty sizable because most had been expensive, and Diun added it to the cash he had already taken. Thanks to what he had already learned Diun knew how much each bill and coin were worth.

Walking the streets he walked in front of a strip club where a man called out to him, “You interested in a good time friend? Plenty of pretty ladies inside just waiting for a fella like you.”

Diun sensing no danger from the man or from anything inside, he shrugged and entered the building walking right past the man. He was a large fat man with a big buzz cut and a good set of muscles on him. Judging by the look of him Diun guessed he was also there just in case of trouble. The man smiled pleasantly at him waving him inside.

It was dimly lit inside with flashing lights and mostly empty chairs around little tables surrounding a stage. The stage was towards the middle of the room against one of the walls. There were a couple of guys inside but they were just some of the regulars who frequented the place. Most were middle aged guys or older men looking to get away from the troubles outside and see a good show. Diun watched some of the women as he took a seat at the bar with some of the other men. “What will you have stranger?” A pretty little blonde bartender in nice black shirt vest and black slacks asked.

Seeing what the nearest man had been drinking he pointed at it. The drink was a hard whiskey. The lady poured and all the men who happened to glance over at him were impressed when he just downed it unfazed. Sitting there Diun wondered what the purpose of the drink was. It held a slight warmth going down but that had been it.

Looking at the other men he saw varied degrees of reactions from them as they continued to drink. Everyone one of them seemed to enjoy the aftereffects if not the taste. Putting a bunch of money down Diun asked for the bottle. Handing it to him the bartender had a amused smile on her face that quickly disappeared as she watched him drink. Downing it with ease Diun opened his throat chugging the contents of the bottle. When he was finished he set it back down again not drunk at all. Waiting for a few moments he sat there patiently wondering when he was going to start feeling as the other men felt. After awhile he grew disappointed staring at the bottle as he waited when nothing happened. Looking around he found everyone at the bar staring at him their mouths wide open.

Uncomfortable under all those eyes Diun moved to one of the tables near the stage for a change in scenery. There were some chairs surrounding the stage itself. An attractive Latin woman with nice tan skin a beautiful ass and shapely legs motioned him over. Unsure of what to do he stayed at his seat unwilling to move.

One of the other strippers who had been talking to a regular came over to Diun and said, “She wants you to go over there big boy. Don’t worry she doesn’t bite.” The stripper who had said it was an older blonde woman with a sizable bosom and nice curves. She was still quite pretty and had an aura of sexiness about her that seemed so natural. “After you’re finished you can have both of us if you want. By the way my name is Emily and the one eyeing you on stage is Candy.” The blonde said.

Getting up at her urging Diun made his way to the stage taking a seat. The woman started posing in front of him arching her back and giving him a view of her still covered pussy and tits. Diun watched the show curious. While interesting it didn’t feel private like he wanted. He was growing to dislike the attention of other eyes, it proved to be distracting. Seeing that she wasn’t getting his full attention Candy danced a little closer now her pussy was only inches from his face. Smelling its sweet scent and feeling her closeness Diun started to pay more attention.

“What’s wrong baby? Don’t you like me?” Candy said concerned. While her tone had been playful when she said it there was genuine concern behind it.

It had been a long time since she had actually had to try to keep a man’s attention. Obviously either this man felt uncomfortable in present circumstances or he had something else on his mind. Part of her job was to make him comfortable and forget about other worries. A happy man came back because he had been satisfied in the past. Coming up behind him Diun sensed Emily’s presence.

“Maybe it’s the crowd. He seems to not like it. I saw him looking around while your back was turned. Perhaps he would prefer some private time.” Emily suggested. Smiling as she understood Candy said, “Would you like to have both of us sweetie?” Diun looking at each of them and nodded. After Candy finished her show she and Emily each took one of his hands and led him into one the private rooms.

Both women were very wet and hot from being so near to him. Technically the pheromones that Diun was pumping out without thinking about it weren’t even necessary. Diun was a lot more handsome than the average joe who came in here and both women were eager to have a little fun.

Taking their tops off each woman gave him a lap dance feeling his hardening cock as the rubbed against it, and were impressed by the size of it. While Emily was giving him a dance her friend watched Diun’s hand move to Emily’s pussy rubbing it. Candy was surprised when her friend didn’t move it away immediately and instead seemed to go with it. Rubbing her clit through the fabric of the g-string bathing suit Diun felt her grinding against him increase. He quickly loosened the strings on each side of her bottom revealing her pussy. The reason soon became clear as Emily squirted all over the place gasping as she was overcome by an orgasm. Diun had safely moved her clothes out of the way just in time.

Candy could only watch as Diun set her friend on the ground getting up off the cushioned seat they all had been using. Rubbing some of the juices dripping from Emily’s pussy Diun coated them on his rock hard member. Getting behind her while she was on her hands and knees he entered her ass slipping in easily with all the lube. Emily had never cum that much in her entire life and was now glad of it. Her cum now allowed Diun to fuck her virgin ass with minimal discomfort.

Fucking her ass like he would her pussy Diun went nice and deep causing Emily to shake as another orgasm hit her. Jealous of her friend Candy quickly removed her own bottoms and took a position right next to Emily looking back at Diun expectantly. Smiling Diun pulled out of the other stripper and entered her pussy.

At first he plunged in and out for a few moments until she too came squirting all over his cock. Pulling out he pressed his cock against her asshole. This time he plunged in halfway in one move. The force of it caused Candy to tighten from shock of the sudden intrusion gripping him. There had been no pain thanks to the lube but she had expected a little more warning and there had been mild discomfort. Diun gave her a second to get accustomed to him before he finished burying himself in her until he was all the way in.

Candy braced herself for the fucking she knew was coming but it never came. She looked back at Diun after a moment puzzled at this and saw a smirk on his face. Candy realized that this man wasn’t about to do anything until she begged for it.

“Fuck my ass baby. Please fuck my tight little ass. I need you baby!” Candy said begging just like he wanted. Satisfied Diun started fucking her ass just as he had done with Emily.

“Harder baby! Fuck me harder!” Candy called out the music outside covering her shouting but everyone in the room could hear her.

Grabbing her firmly around the waist Diun started slamming his hips forward catching her surprise. Orgasms began to hit her faster than she was ready for them as he pounded into ass relentlessly.

“F---k, f---k, f---k, f----ck!” Was all that could be heard from Candy after awhile. Pain began to mix with pleasure and she asked him to stop. Collapsing to the floor she lay there breathing hard covered in sweat. Rolling onto her now sore backside she soon got a view of Diun moving back to Emily. Locking eyes with Candy he gave her a conspiratory grin. Candy nodded smiling as she knew that poor Emily was about to get exactly the same thing.

Watching Diun give it to her friend made Candy all hot and she played with her pussy. Cumming just as Emily came Candy saw her own fingers all drenched with her cum from masturbating. Seeing it Diun pulled out of Emily moving towards Candy. Candy was almost afraid he was about to take her ass again and quite frankly she didn’t know how much more of that she could take. When Diun instead sucked on her wet fingers licking them clean and then moved to her pussy to begin licking it instead she found it a welcome surprise. Candy’s head fell back as she came all over Diun’s tongue.

“I…think I have a few more in me as does my friend.” Candy said catching her breath. Who was this guy and where had he been her whole life? Smiling teasingly Diun went back to Emily making Candy jealous. Slipping between Emily’s legs he looked at Candy the entire time as he fucked her friend finally cumming inside her.

Candy was worried that she wouldn’t get any now that he had finally cum and was disappointed at the thought, but as he left Emily laying there on the ground his cock stood at attention. Getting up eagerly Candy wanted him to lift her up and fuck her and Diun did just that. Wrapping her arms around his neck she moved in time with his powerful thrusts kissing his face and neck as she came three more times.

On the last one Diun’s tongue flicked repeatedly across her right nipple as he licked and sucked her breasts before cumming inside her pumping his jism into her. Leaving half the money he had brought with him Diun kissed the women goodbye after getting dressed. Walking out of the strip club he made his way outside joining the city foot traffic.

The Great Awakening

Diun wandered all day touring most of the city. As the sun began to set his thoughts turned back to Dana and the short time they had spent together. What was it about her that he couldn’t get out of his mind? Was it her smile? That in itself warmed his heart, or was it something much deeper? Standing in an empty parking lot he wished to be alone with his thoughts away from the distracting sights and sounds of the city. In the blink of the eye he found himself in the middle of a forest. Looking around he wondered how he had gotten there. Diun had never experienced something like this before. How had he traveled outside the city in such a short time?

Going over the last moments before transporting himself instantly to this place Diun remembered his thoughts had been about Dana. Curious at this discovery he focused on her trying to search through his feelings about her to learn more. He remembered the sense of goodness he had felt from her and her openness. She had felt a connection with him that made her automatically comfortable. Diun had not had to try with her. Everything had felt so natural and he had truly enjoyed it. It was not simply lust but something different, something more. Finding this feeling interesting and wonderful he dwelled on it living in the moment.

Like gas to a flame the dark flame he had used to win so many battles sprang forth showing on each hand at first. It was made from psychic energy that he had learned to control over the years. He alone had learned to master it while the rest of his people were incapable of achieving it. Turning white it began to spread over his body covering him from head to toe. 

Just like all the other times when it had stayed on his hands Diun felt no pain or suffered any damage. The same warmth was there like before but he felt the heat within him grow stronger. The heat went from the outside in meeting at his core it sprang out again in a powerful chain reaction.  Diun barely kept himself together when the shockwave of psychic energy began to build up in his body. Diun called for help as his mind began to shutdown and he saw only a white light.

Dana heard Diun’s voice calling for help and rushed to her car driving out of the city in the direction of his call. As she drew near Dana saw a flash of light ahead and immediately stopped her car. A shockwave rushed towards her and she ducked down unbuckling her safety belt to get to the floor. It struck the car sending spinning for several moments before it came to an abrupt stop next to a few downed trees. Getting out of the vehicle she found the trees on either side of the road knocked down. From all evidence she had been on the edge of the effected area.

Diun’s voice still called to her but is was weak and barely a whisper. She climbed over a number of fallen trees before she found him in an open area free of trees and vegetation. Floating in the air he shown like a miniature star brightening up the entire place.

“Diun, is that you?” Dana called out. The light from Diun dimmed until he was his old self again floating to the ground. When his feet finally touched the ground Diun sighed in exhaustion falling on his back. Dana rushed to his side cradling his head. “Hello, fancy meeting you here.” Diun said with a tired smile.

Raising an eyebrow Dana said, “Well it seems your speech has improved. If nothing else that’s something. So…wanna tell me what happened?”

Getting up slowly with her help Diun replied, “It seems when I experience a deep emotion it affects the control of my powers. Now they seem to be stronger than ever, and I am witnessing new ones as well.”

Looking around at the devastation Diun said, “Somehow I think I am responsible for all of this.” Glancing around Dana nodded saying, “You wouldn’t be wrong. Perhaps we should stop from the top. Who are you exactly?”

“Well there is an easy way to do this that is really going to hurt or the hard way which won’t but will take some time.” Diun offered. Thinking it over Dana said, “I guess I’ll take the easy way.” Bracing herself she felt Diun touch her forehead with his fingers and a searing heat stabbed into her brain. The heat was followed by a series of images that flooded into her mind until the pain disappeared all of the sudden. Opening her eyes even though she didn’t remember closing them Dana found her mind filled with uncountable images.

“You wanted to do what?” Dana said coming at him threateningly. Raising a hand in warning Diun replied, “I should point out that hitting me would hurt you a lot more than me. In fact all I’ll feel is the impact. With that in mind I am a very different person now though I can now understand why you would be angry.”

“Well at least you know that!” Dana said kicking him in the balls and then crying out in pain. Slightly grimacing Diun said, “I admit that hurt a little. Do you feel better now?”

 Rubbing her sore foot Dana said, “Good it was worth, and yes I do. Now that that’s done where do we go from here?” Hearing the distant sounds of sirens approaching Diun said, “My suggestion would be to get your car and head home before they arrive.”

Looking in the direction of the sirens Dana asked, “Exactly how are we…” A single flash of light occurred and they were back at her house damaged car and all. Turning to Diun she found him rubbing his temples. “Got a headache?” Dana asked.

Giving her a tired look Diun answered, “Yes, I suppose you are enjoying this as well.” Walking up to him Dana kissed him on the lips pulling his mouth down to meet hers. The kiss was short and sweet. “Forgiveness is a human emotion too.” Dana said looking into his eyes. Taking his hand she led him inside.

Feeling A Little Hungry

Dana awoke the next morning to find Diun eating ice cream. From the look of it she saw it was her French vanilla. “Hey!” Dana said as she watched him eat another spoonful.

Swallowing Diun said, “What? I woke up this morning and was really hungry.” Walking over to the ice cream container she found it empty. “So you ate all my ice cream!” Dana said. Shrugging Diun replied, “It tasted good. You have really good taste.”

“Don’t try to kiss up. You owe me a new container of ice cream.” Dana said. Setting down the spoon in the now empty bowl Diun said, “But I don’t have any more money or a job for that matter.” Writing on a piece of paper she peeled off a notepad on the counter Dana handed it to him.

Looking it over Diun said, “This looks like a list of chores.” Nodding Dana replied, “Yes it is, you can do it or get a job. Good luck on that without anything like a birth certificate or a social security number.”

His shoulders sinking in resignation Diun got to it. He waited for Dana to leave before a smile appeared on his face. It was now time to see what he could do with his new found powers. Focusing he pictured each of the windows opening and saw each one had indeed opened. Moving furniture out of the way with his mind he levitated each rug to her washer in one of the back rooms. Picking up the detergent by hand he stuffed the smaller ones inside.

Pouring the in the cleaner he started the washer. The larger ones he levitated near the window. Shaking out the dust using one motioning with one hand he collected the dust using his other hand. With another gesture with the same hand he forced the dirt outside.

Finishing his “dusting” job Diun moved on to cleaning with sponges in the bathrooms and kitchen. Finishing mopping he moved all the furniture back smiling as he looked around at the now clean house barely an hour after Dana had left. The question was what to do now? Diun bored decided to head out into the outside world. T.V. as it turns out didn’t really appeal to him. After watching for a couple of minutes he lost interest. What he needed was something active to do.

The world itself now seemed to have a new depth to it as he walked among the crowds of people. Each of them appeared to have varying degrees of white and black colors that highlighted them. A number of them fit into a comfortable gray. It was the darkest of them among the flood of people that interested him the most. Following a few of them Diun watched some gradually turn darker and darker while others went totally dark in one moment.  Diun saw each decision and was able to anticipate it.

After a time he was even able to intervene easily with a mere suggestion to just turn them around. Some of the harder cases found a ghostly figure whose eyes had a frightening fiery stare. Unnerved they chose to run rather than face him. In the end it saved them from getting hurt. It was easy to trick them by placing images in their mind.

One however didn’t seem to care how scary he seemed and pulled a gun on him in the middle of a convenience store. The shotgun started to swing toward him and Diun moved too fast for the gunman to level it on him. Grasping the stock he jerked it up towards the ceiling allowing it to discharge before he cracked it back in the man’s face knocking him out. Unconscious with a bloody nose the man just laid there in front of the register.  

When he started to leave Diun heard a voice behind him. “Hey mister you forgot your reward!” The teenage girl behind the register said. Handing him some money at the door she thanked him for his help. Nodding Diun made his way to a nearby supermarket and bought some groceries. Finding a place where he wouldn’t be seen Diun blinked back to Dana’s kitchen. Once there he stored away some of the groceries sitting down after making himself a ham sandwich. Dana liked them a lot so he made another one for her and placed it inside a sandwich bag. Storing it in the fridge he cleaned up after himself.

When Dana got home Diun said, “House is clean and your ice cream is in the freezer. He failed miserably when it came to hiding his smirk as he saw the look of shock crossed her face. Finishing the sandwich he had made Dana said, “Well considering all you have done today I think you deserve a reward.”

Washing dishes Diun replied, “No that isn’t necessary. I was happy to help out.” A change in her mood caused him to perk up and turn around. Removing her top Dana took a spoon out of one of the drawers. Next she took out the new ice cream container from its place in the freezer. Opening it she dug some ice cream out using the utensil spreading it over her nipples. Motioning him over Dana smiled. Returning it Diun licked the ice cream off her nipples running his tongue over their entire length not missing a drop. The sensation of cold ice cream and then his warm mouth on her breasts was lovely. As he got into it Dana wished he would suck her toes just like that. Dana had always fantasized about a guy doing that to her. She thought of it sometimes when she played with herself.

Taking her hand Diun led her to the shower in her room washing her body from head to toe while they were inside. Dana wondered what would be next as he handed her a towel after drying her off with another one and said, “Let’s move to the couch.” Following him there hand in hand Dana sat down and Diun knelt down in front of her. Taking her left foot he brought it to his mouth while keeping eye contact with her. Licking and sucking her toes he watched her gasp and squirm. Gripping the couch the act totally turned her on. “Fuck me!” Dana cried out.

Pausing a question on his face Diun said, “But your other foot…” Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt Dana said, “I said fuck me!” Getting up Diun quickly got undressed as she unwrapped her towel exposing her naked body.

“Yes maam!” Diun said positioning himself and entering her pussy. Grabbing both her feet he began to fuck her while continuing to give her toes some much needed attention. It didn’t take her long to cum like this loving what he was doing to her. Noticing Diun was still hard and ready to go Dana said, “Against the door baby. I want you to fuck me against the door.”

Picking her up Diun positioned her so her back rested against the front door. “Now give it to me Diun baby. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Dana said stroking his chest and kissing him. Their tongues moved inside each other’s mouths. Taking his cue Diun plunged into her with short thrusts so as not to hurt her.

“Tell me when you get close baby. I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over them.” Dana said her head leaning back. Diun nodded continuing to fuck her without missing a beat. When he felt the first signs of his body getting close he pulled out letting Dana down. Laying on her back she cupped her breasts together waiting for him expectantly. Straddling her chest Diun moved his hips back and forth fucking his cock between her beautiful freckled tits. After a few moments Diun’s cock exploded shooting ropes of sperm directed over her tits and neck.

 Looking down at the evidence of his climax Dana said, “Nice pearl necklace.” Seeing the puzzled look that crossed his face Dana said, “Never mind dirty joke.” Laying down beside her Diun smiled up at the ceiling enjoying the afterglow. “So how did you pay for all that food?” Dana asked curious. “I got a job.” Diun said with a pleased look on his face, “And you know I think I’m pretty good at it.”

Epilogue

Diun sat by the bed in the hospitable room with his new wife. He smiled as she held their little girl Daniella. Looking on her with pride Diun prayed to Pree’mus his god, and creator of all that he had not made a mistake granting her the power that had been bestowed upon him that fateful night years ago.

While his other children would have the physical strength of the Harreden she would grow into new powers they would not possess. The only half human among them she would represent the strengths of both races. Calling on the ancient words of worship buried in his genes and long forgotten by his people he asked that she become a moral person and strong enough to face the trials ahead.

Taking her from her sleeping mother’s arms Diun held his little girl so wondrous and beautiful. “Hello my little one. I will do my best to raise you in the best of both worlds. This I promise you. You will grow up to be a fine woman one day, and know that no matter what I will always love you.” Diun said kissing her forehead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ok I'm not taking you anywhere until you can give me at least one honest answer. Now how old are you?

 Seventeen she said as she stared at the ground.

 "Are you sure?"

  She pulled a High School student body card from the same pocket that had her date of birth on it.

 HMM, Nice picture.

 Thanks, she said beaming.

Are you loaded?

 No sir.

 Right, you smell like bong water. I..I.. I.. I'm sorry sir, my cousin and I smoked a joint earlier.

 Where does your cousin live.

 Just right behind this house on the next street over.

 So why doesn’t your cousin give you a ride.

 She doesn’t have a car and my aunt is not home.

 What time does she get home?

 I don't know.

 Why not.

 Ok, my aunt doesn’t like me because she thinks I am a bad influence on my cousin. She is coming home at 3:00 o'clock.

 Are you?

 Am I what?

 A bad influence?

 Ah no, maybe, I honestly don't know sir. I just really need a ride.

 That sounds honest.

 You ever been on a Harley before?

 No sir.

Do you have a Harley t-shirt?

 Yeah I do, why.

 Ok then, I'll give you a ride.

 Her face lit up like the fourth of July.

 I helped her get her helmet on and I fired up the bike. As I helped her on the motorcycle, I asked, what is your name kid?

 Isabel, she replied, Isabel Green sir.

 Ok Isabel Green hang on and try not move around too much back there.

 Yes sir.

 And stop calling me sir.

 Gretchen was still standing in the doorway and flashed me her tits real fast. I shook my head and said, I don't believe she did that.

 Isabel said, what?

 Nothin kid, hold on.

 I popped the bike in gear and we roared off toward Sulpher Springs.

 As we approached the onramp to the highway. Isabel was squirming around on the back seat of the bike. I thought oh shit here we go again. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me to hold on better and dropped both hands in my crotch my dick lurched, and she squeezed it and started rubbing. It felt kind of nice, but that was what was so shocking. I sure didn't need her kind of trouble.

 I down shifted and pulled into the old abandoned lumber yard's parking lot. I set the kickstand, jumped off the bike and yelled, get the fuck off. Isabel got off the bike and stood with her head down staring at the ground.

 What the fuck was that all about?

 I thought I was doing something nice for you. You aren’t doing me any favors. I'm old enough to be your grandfather. Besides I already got laid today.

 I know, and her eyes dropped to the pavement again.

What did you say?

 I said, I know, my cousin and me snuck into that lady's yard to smoke a joint. We heard you guys fucking and were watching, through the window.

 Shit! You were watching? For how long?

 About an hour. We didn't see much we mostly sat outside the window and listened.

 Shit? Do you realize that is against the law? I could have you arrested?

 Well shit Kevin, what would have you done, if you were my age.

 You know my name?

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Fuck yeah that lady kept going oh fuck me Kevin, Oh God I love you Kevin, Oh God I love your cock, oh fuck me Kevin. I was so hot I didn't know what to do. She was having such a good time. I wanted you to fuck me too. Isabel started to cry.

 So I waited outside until you came out. I'm still hot, I want you to fuck my pussy. I want you to be the first one, and she reached out for my cock.

 Oh fuck no! Get the fuck away from me. I jumped back like she was poison.

 Isabel started to sob now. I wanted to do is do something nice for you.

 For me! You mean you wanted your plump little pussy packed.

 Oh yeah, I want you, I want your cock in my pussy and she stepped toward me and laid her head on my chest. I thought I would try to console her and I felt her hand in my crotch again.

 Stop that! I yelled, and jumped back.

 She started crying again.

 I climbed back on the hog. "I ought to make you walk home. Get on the fuckin bike. I'm taking you home and if I ever find you looking through the window again I will have you arrested."

 Isabel started sobbing again.

 I said, get on the fucking bike!

 Isabel climbed up and behaved all the way to Supher Springs.

 Now Sulpher Springs is a little run down town that was all but abandoned in the nineteen forties when the most of the logging mills were closed. There are a few historical sites there but not much else. Isabel pointed the way to her house. It was way back up toward the foothills and she pointed to a dirt driveway filled with ruts and pot holes and I made the turn. About a quarter of a mile up the road we came to a run down house probably built in the twenties or thirties. The steps and the porch were rotted through, the porch had boards missing, and two of the windows were broken.

 I parked the bike and I helped get her helmet off. Ok I'll see ya.

 Wait, I'm sorry for that.

 Forget it. I restarted the bike.

 Wait!

 What now!?

 Can you shut off the bike?

 I shut it down.

 Can you wait until I see whose inside?

 What do you mean, I thought you lived here?

 I, I do but I never know who is going to be there.

 Why?

 My mom brings home these drunk assholes from the bar all the time.

 Oh, shit here we go. I know what becomes of these kinds of situations.

Teenage girl drunk and probably a dope fiend mother. I see it everyday at work it's tragic. Ok I'll come in with you to make sure your ok. I walked in the little old house and it was sickening, beer cans, cigarette butts everywhere. Half eaten plates of dried food everywhere. Dirty clothes strewn all over the place garbage everywhere. The stench was disgusting. What I kept looking for was to tell me the full story. There it was on the kitchen counter. Little bowls made of tinfoil, small zip lock baggies and cotton balls. The sure sign of IV drug use.

 How long have you lived here.

 About three years.

 Go get changed and pack some stuff to last a few days. Isabel again lit up like a Christmas tree. Don't get the wrong idea. I just want to make sure you’re somewhere safe. Hurry up I don't want to be here when your mom comes home.

 Oh she won't be here, not until the bar closes anyway. She is only here when she has dope.

Ok well go get your shit but just enough to last for a couple of days. Remember we are on a motorcycle.

 Can I take a shower?

 Yeah if you hurry. I mean hurry! I'll be outside.

 As Isabel was doing the deal, I wondered how life must have been for her there. Poor Isabel an now my new friends and I seemed to upset her apple cart by her watching the super fuck session. Now she is probably as fuck crazy as I am.

 She is a darling, I thought smooth pink complexion, five foot two maybe, and very nice tits a little bigger than Sherry's but no where near Gretchen's about a 38 D is my guess, plump ass very curvy dispite her terrible taste in clothing. I caught myself thinking about what her young little plump virgin pussy tastes like and what a virgin pussy felt like. I had never had a virgin. And decided I had to put those thoughts way out of my mind.

 I lit a cigar and took my thoughts back to what see must have seen. If she saw the things that I see every day working with drug addicts, my heart goes out to her. I thought about what she said about being a virgin. Most of the young girls I've seen in these situations were usually molested, raped, or pimped off for drug money. The poor kid she will probably never have a normal life because of what she has experienced growing up in this situation.

 I wanted to know what she seen and what she was doing in Gretchen's back yard. Isabel came out the door wrapped in a towel and kept trying to rearrange it and kept giving me little flashes of her tits and her shaved little pussy.

 Isabel stop that.

 What?

 You know what you’re doing.

 You ready yet?

 I, I need to know where I'm going?

 Ah poor kid, I thought. I'm gona see if I can find you a safe place.

 Are we going to your house?

 Only as a last resort.

 Now hurry up I haven't got all day.

 I'll be right out.

 As she past the rickety old door I saw her loose the towel and turn toward me cupping her tits and pinching her nipples. Oh fucking great I thought. Where could I find her a place to stay? I bet Gretchen places women all the time in shelters she would know. I can't let her stay here. Maybe a CPS placement, Mental Health maybe, I wonder if teenage nymphomania is a mental disorder?

 I went in to see what's keeping the little shit. I went in and knocked on the closed bedroom door c'mon.

 I'm coming right now.

 I wondered how to take that.

 Isabel stepped out of the doorway in a pair of tight, flaming red, hot pants. A black tight low cut stretchy top with a little red lace see through camisole, black and red lacy sox and a pair of black stiletto open toed heels. She was still smearing flaming hot red lipstick on her big heavy lips that I didn't notice until now. I stood dumb founded for a few seconds staring at the pump little camel toe in her shorts, she was obviously not wearing any undies. Then I noticed her nipples were pierced and she had those little barbells stuck through both of her nipples, they were clearly visible under her stretchy spandex top, no bra either. Her tits were bigger than I thought and perfectly shaped. She still had a towel wrapped around her head. I had to shake the visual out of my mind.

 Oh hell no!

 I wanted to look older and sexier for you.

 Oh hell no!

 You can't wear that on the bike Isabel, have any tennis shoes?

 Yeah.

 How about Sweats?

 Yeah.

Get them and put them on over that, that, those clothes.

 Isabel started crying again, why don't you like me? she sobbed.

 Isabel you look very pretty, but I haven't got time for this. Damn she looks good enough to eat, I mumbled to myself.

 What did you say? I was hoping we could, well you know, before you took me somewhere and never saw you again.

 Not here Isabel you need to get your pretty little ass out of this filthy mess.

You think I'm pretty?

 Yes Isabel, I think you’re very pretty.

 Am I pretty enough to make love to like you did to those other ladies?

 Your scrumptious sugar, I bet you would just melt in my mouth.

 OH YEAH, that's the idea, she squealed.

 Here give me your sexy shoes and put those sweet little feet in some tennis shoes and get some sweats on and I'll a a .... I promise a .... you can ummm, I swallowed hard, model your outfit for me when we get to where we are going.

 Where are we going?

 You'll see sugar.

 Isabel was beaming now.

 You get your sweats on and I'll pack you’re a.... I'll um stuff you’re a........ I'll a strap your stuff on a...... I'll take your bags out to the bike. I bungeed her duffle bag and her little back pack on to the bike. And fired the bike up. Isabel came out and the sweats didn't help much they were two sizes too small. I already knew what was under them. The visual of the shape of her sweet little virgin pussy under her tight shorts remained. I helped her with her helmet and off we went.

 As I pulled out on the main road I realized I was in way over my head here.

 I still didn't know where I was going. By the time we got to town I was starting to panic. I didn't want to bother Gretchen because she was probably busy with Sherry. I didn't want to take her to my house because I didn't want her sneaking around in my back yard and peeking through windows after I found her a place. I stopped at the gas station just down the street from the house and called Gretchen.

 Whatcha doing baby? Gretchen giggled hey there big boy you miss me already?

To tell you the truth I really did. Whatcha doing right now? Oh just tidying up.

 Did you change your mind about dinner?Â

 Gretchen I really need your help with something right now.

 OOOO your such a stud.

 Are you busy?

 No Sherry is still sleeping.

 Can you come over? Sure just let me leave her a note in case she wakes up. I'll be right over.

Your right across the street from Sherry's old house right?

 That's right babe, thanks a million.

 I jumped back on the scooter and roared down the street to the house hit the garage door button and parked the bike. Closed the garage door and thought safe at last. Isabel got off the bike and started stripping her sweatshirt off.

 What are you doing?

 What you said, I get to model my outfit now.

 No, No, wait I have a friend that would really appreciate seeing you in that. Here let's get your stuff put away first. Why don't you go into the bathroom and fix you hair nice and pretty and put on your make up.

 Okay, just let me know when your ready.

 WWWHEEWW! hurry up Gretchen. I thought to myself.

 The door bell rang and it was Gretchen.

 Oh baby, am I glad to see you. I kissed her lots of times all over the face.

 What's so important?

 Come in and set down. Well do you have a teenage girl living in the house behind your house?

Yeah I chased the little shit out of my yard a couple of times. I think she was back there

smoking dope.

 Well she came back. While you, Sherry and I was making love.

 What?

 That's not the half of it. I told her about the girl I gave the ride to and how she kept coming on to me and wanting me to pop her cherry. How she had told me they had been watching us. I told her about the conditions where she lived. The rescue mission I was trying to pull off. The whole story.

 She said, hummm sounds like she has picked you to be her first. You might as well give it up big guy once a woman makes up her mind you haven't got a prayer.

 I explained to Gretchen that I was worried about her getting into the system and a CPS investigation it might come out that I had sex with a minor.

 Oh I see what you mean. Oh shit this is getting deep.

 So where is she?

 Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and Isabel strutted in all her glory. Come fuck me shoes and all.

 Holy Shit! Gretchen exclaimed this is not the same girl I saw you ride off with.

 I have been saving this outfit for a special occasion and she lightly stroked her little camel toe.

 She is gorgeous, her tits are ...., Gretchen started.

 Gretchen be nice. I said.

 OOOOHHH SHIT, your Gretchen, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on. You are soooo hot.

 Well your not bad yourself sweetie, you look delicious.

 She was hot, very long beautiful sandy brown hair. A little make-up and that sweet little camel toe, fresh baby skin face, and exquisite tits.

 I whispered to Gretchen, I want to just eat her up.

 So do I Gretchen said.

 Well Gretchen maybe you should eat her up that would satisfy her for now long enough so we can get her into the system to get her some help. I'll take her virginity later she is almost eighteen but the mind of a child.

 Well let her play with your cock for a while and I'll do the rest.

 I don't think that is going to be necessary.

 Damn it, I was looking forward to watching that, said Gretchen.

 So Isabel we were real curious about what you and your cousin were doing while you both were watching us fuck.

 Well my cousin is the same age I am. We both wanted to remain virgins so when I would come over we sometimes like to lick each other’s pussy’s. We sometimes went into Gretchen's back yard and hide in the bushes so we wouldn't get caught by her mom or the other kids.

 What did she do when you licked her pussy?

 She humps my mouth with her pussy. Some times we would cut school and lick each other all day. Sometimes we would use her mom's big vibrator. I really like that.

Did you ever put it in your pussy?

 No it's too big for that. It is one of those kind that you give massages with.

 So are you sure you’re a virgin? Oh yeah!

 So you have never had a cock in your pussy?

 Never. You want to see my pussy? My cousin sez it's real pretty. I shave it almost everyday.

 I'm sure you have a sexy little pink pussy. Right now I want to see your pretty plump tits.

 Isabel pulled off the pretty lace camisole and wiggled out of her tight little spandex top. Have your ever had your tits licked?

 Yeah, Isabel said shyly, I like that too, it makes my pussy hot.

 Isabel seemed to pranced back and forth across the living room.

 You seem a little nervous are you nervous Isabel?

 Yeah.

 Are you sure you are nervous or is it because you want to finger your pussy, MMMMM YEAH, My pussy is burning.

 Well it's ok to finger your pussy we would like to watch you finger your hot little pussy.

 Isabel's hand lightly stroked her pussy through her shorts and a little wet spot appeared. Isabel's hand went down her pants and we watched Isabel groped her pussy under her stretchy red shorts.

 I can tell your pretty little pussy is all wet isn't it.

 OH YEAH! What are you thinking about when you finger your pussy?

 Your cock in my pussy. I want your cock in my pussy.

 When you were watching us Isabel did you see Gretchen licking the other ladies pussy.

 No, not really I was watching your big fat cock fuck the other lady's pussy and I watched the ladies suck your big hard cock. It looked soooo good, I want your cock in my pussy so I can cum like they did.

 So Isabel have you ever had a cock in your mouth?

 Once, I almost did anyway. A boy wanted me to once, but he was so excited he spugged before I had a chance to.

 I had to keep myself from chuckling.

 Did you like that?

 Oh yeah I want to learn more about how to suck dick I want you to teach me how to suck your dick. I used to pretend I was sucking cock while I was masturbating. And I would suck on a big hot dog wiener.

 Did your cousin see the ladies licking each other's pussy?

 Oh yeah, she said one of the ladies had a great big tongue I think she likes to lick pussy more than she likes cock.

 Isabel why don't you show us your pussy now and how you like to finger your pussy and make yourself cum. Lie down on the couch and show us how you finger your pussy. Isabel obeyed with out hesitation. She dropped her wet little shorts and lay down on the couch and we watched her middle finger disappear over and over into her cum slick pussy.

 Are you going to give me your cock now? My pussy is all wet for you.

 Why do you want my cock so bad?

 My pussy needs it, Isabel moaned.

 Isabel's smooth, hairless pussy glistened with her own cum as she lie there stroking her wet little pussy. I wanted to give her my cock right there right then. I am sure Gretchen had some desires all of her own.

 Your cock made the other ladies so happy. I want that cock to make my pussy happy.

I will make you a deal Isabel I will make your pussy happy if you are willing to do what I say. If you proove to me that you are willing to do anything I say, I will fill your tight little pussy my big hard cock.

 OOOOHH YEEEAAAH! she groaned as she quivered in anticipation.

 Isabel, I won’t be giving you my cock today. So you want to see my cock Isabel.

OH YEAH, OH YEAH PLEEEAAASSSEE.

 I will show you my cock if you let Gretchen lick your pussy first.

 OH YEAHH! I want your cock. Gretchen knelt next to the couch before I got the words out of my mouth.

 Isabel do you like to kiss?, Gretchen asked in a soft sexy tone, Can I kiss you Isabel?

 Ok

 Gretchen tenderly kissed Isabel and my cock lurched in my pants when I saw Isabel’s hungry tongue gently lick Gretchen's lips.

 Will you kiss my tits moaned Isabel?

 Gretchen pursed her wet lips over Isabel's nipples made the pursing lip motions like she did when she was sucking Sherry's pussy. But her tongue tip was flicking across her nipples and Gretchen was soaking her tits with saliva.

 Isabel moaned and said, that makes my pussy so hot.Â

 Gretchen whispered to Isabel how does this make your little virgin pussy feel.

 Isabel opened her eyes to see Gretchen's tongue fully extended. Isabel's eyes got wide with fear, then softened as she moaned with pleasure as Gretchen's tongue moved her tits. Isabel's pussy oozed with approval.

 So how does your little pussy feel now? Gretchen tongued her belly and all the way down to the beginning of her pussy crack then stopped.

 OOOO, OOOO, OOOOO FUCK!, Isabel moaned and little Isabel's belly heaved.

OH YESS, PLEASE, OH GOD, OH GOD, DON'T STOP Miss Gretchen.

 You want your pussy licked?

 OH GOD YES, PLEASE!!! OH I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, BUT PLEASE DON"T STOP NOW.

 You want that big fat cock up your little virgin pussy Isabel?Â

 I WANT THAT COCK, PLEASE, YES GIVE ME SOME COCK IN MY PUSSY.

 We need to make you ready for some cock you're not ready for cock yet.

 Yes please make my pussy cum, I want it in me please I want it. You may not be ready for cock but your about to get a lesson in pussy real soon.

 You want that cock don't you?

 OOOHHHH YEAH more than anything.

 So you are going to do what I say right?

 Oh Yeah! Anything you say.

 Now lay on your back. Spread those legs and open that little pussy of yours and I will give you a treat for being a good little virgin slut and doing what I say. Spread that pussy as wide as you can. Isabel laid spread eagle on the floor with her fingers up her pussy. How does your pussy feel?

 Oh it's HOT, SOOOO HOT.

 Gretchen knelt in front of her between her wide open chubby little legs. Your doing good young Isabel we will have you in shape in no time. Now who do you listen to no matter what?

 You Miss Gretchen any thing you say.

 Gretchen buried her tongue in Isabel's pussy. Gretchen withdrew her tongue and loudly proclaimed. Your no fucking virgin you little slut. My tongue went right up your pussy. You lied, you fish smellin cum sucking twat. You'll tell me the truth, who's been fucking you missy.

 No one, honest.

 That's no one, mam to you.

 Then what has been up your hole missy!

 My aunts little vibrator mam.

 You sure?

 Oh yes mam, I can't lie to you.

 That's better. Can I believe you missy can I trust you for the truth?

 Yes mam.

 Now what are these things in your tits? Gretchen grabbed both of the little piercings and stretched her nipples two inches. OOOOWWWW OOOHH YEAH, yelled Isabel as Gretchen released them. Isabel bucked her pussy a little.

 Good girl. I think your learning. Then Gretchen buried her face in little Isabel's cunt again.

Isabel grabbed Gretchen's head and shouted, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, my pussy OH FUCK! OH FUCK! I'M CUUUMMMMMMIINNNGG!

 Isabel screamed and bucked wildly Gretchen grabbed her plump ass cheeks and hung on so hard she dug her nails in Isabel's ass. Gretchen's monster tongue continued to work over Isabel's virgin pussy. Cum and saliva dripped from Gretchen's chin and Isabel's pussy. Isabel bucked and thrashed as she released two orgasms back to back. Gretchen was relentless as she clung on to Isabel's bucking ass as she tongued Isabel's pussy. Isabel thrashed like a girl possessed. Indeed she was possessed by Gretchen's wicked tongue. Gretchen finally released her grip on Isabel's plump little ass, her claws left deep red marks on Isabel's quivering ass.

Isabel lay there whimpering and her little belly quivered like jelly every couple of seconds as her orgasm subsided.

 Ok it's time to see how you suck dick. Here you want cock, get over here and suck this cock in your mouth. Isabel hurried over to where I sat stroking my cock then gulped it down hurriedly so as not to disappoint Gretchen. She hurriedly sucked my cock in her mouth.

Gretchen then commanded. Suck it! Hurry suck it you little cum hungry little shit! Swallow that cock I don't want to see any cock outside your mouth, it better all be in your mouth. Swallow it! I still see dick, swallow you little virgin cock sucker. Hurry up swallow it all. That's it, that's it all the way down to your belly if you have to, swallow all that cock!

 Isabel swallowed eagerly partialy gaging but swallowed with all her might.

I was very disappointed with Gretchen's next command. I was ready to blast a load of cum in her belly watching her work as hard as she could to get all my cock down her throat.

Ok that's enough cock for you missy, you don't know what your doing with that cock. Give me back that cock and get away from there or I'll have to paddle your ass! Isabel continued to suck greedily on my cock. Gretchen stepped behind Isabel as the little cock crazed Isabel continued to suck my cock. Gretchen stroked her smooth young ass a few times then smacked her ass hard with her open hand. Pussy juice dripped out of her little virgin cunt as she relinquished my cock from her mouth. Gretchen's big red hand print was still clearly visable on isabel's ass.

 You do as I say or will see to it that you never see that cock again. You understand me?

 Yes Miss Gretchen.

 Gretchen yelled ok you little sex crazed virgin cunt, come here and lick my pussy and make me cum. Isabel immediately responded and dove into Gretchen's pussy and lapped and lapped at her pussy. You don't even think about getting any dick in your pussy until you ask me. You understand me?

 OH YES MAM! Isabel said, her voice half muffeled by Gretchen's pussy.

That's better, you don't even finger yourself without getting approval from me or your master you got that?

 Yes mam! came the muffled voice again.

 From now on you obey me and I am to be referred to as mistress. This man here with the cock that is going to spoil your little virgin twat is and always will be your master you understand?

 Yes mam. Now who do you obey?

 You the Mistress and the Master mam. She said briefly lifting her head form Gretchen's big cunt.

 Gretchen grabbed Isabel's head and buried it back in her cunt. Now lick my clint! Gretchen shoved Isabel's face into her clint. Faster! Harder! LICK IT FASTER! Make my pussy cum you little virgin slut! Hurry faster!

 I watched as little Isabel's head bobbed and traversed all over Gretchen's pussy. Obeying where and how to lick. Gretchen relieved by her orgasm grabbed Isabel by the hair and practically smothered Isabel in her big wet pussy as she humped Isabel's smooth young face.

MMMMM that felt good Isabel. You keep licking my pussy like that and I just may let you have that cock up your pussy someday if you’re good. You understand me and understand how this works now my little love slave?

 OHHHH YESSS, she purred, I understand everything now, now it all makes perfect sense,

 Mistress. I am going to enjoy being a good love slave you'll see Mistress.

 I believe you will sweetie. I believe you will.

 Isabel turned to me her face covered in Gretchen's juices, Master may I suck you and make you cum in my mouth?

 You listen to your mistress for now Isabel. She will be the one teaching you for now. When I think your ready to suck my cock I will let you know. Then we will both be teaching you about what to do with my cock.

 MMMMMMMMM, I am looking forward to it Master. I want your cock in mouth again so badly.

 You have an opportunity to be happier than you have ever been. You must always obey no matter what. We will not let anything hurt you if you are always be honest with us. Your little pussy will always be happy when you are with us. No sex with anyone else period unless I approve or tell you to. No more dope either. Do you understand?

Yes Master.

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While you are here in this house you will where nothing but sweat pants, t-shirts and sweat shirts. You may wear any kind of shoes you like and any kind of underwear you like. I must approve of any clothes you wear out of the house. Those are the rules. You understand?

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Yes Master I will do whatever you want. I want to be a good little love slave to you.

 Oh and one more thing you are not to tell anyone about what goes on here. You are not to tell anyone you are my love slave or about you having a mistress.

 Good behavior, gets you rewards, inappropriate behavior brings you consequences.

 Do you trust us?

 I want to Master.

 That sounds like an honest answer to me.

 Now go get your sweats back on. Your through for now.

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   After dating Kissy for a few months, she began breaking my dating ground rules.  One night, as we lay cuddling after sex, she said she loved me.  She had been getting more and more possessive, and wanted me to see her, exclusively.  I tried nicely, several times, to remind her of my divorce and self-imposed dating rules.  I even cussed her a couple of times in hopes she’d get the idea.  It didn’t work. 
 I didn’t need, or want, a steady girlfriend.  She said she understood, but continued to put pressure on me to commit to her.
 When she started dropping by without calling, I, reluctantly, came to the conclusion I had to do something rather drastic to run sweet Kissy Kat off.  I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was giving me no other choice.
 One Saturday afternoon a couple of buddies had come over to watch a college football game on TV.  As expected, Kissy Kat called and wanted to come over.  I rudely told her, “I’m watching a ball game with some friends, but, if you want to come over, get fucked during half-time, and leave, come on.” 
 Then it hit me.  I knew how I was going to
discourage Kissy Kat.  I would share her with my buddies.  The guys agreed that, if she didn’t want to be shared, they would not force her.  If she agreed, we could have a good time, and see just how much cock and cum her pussy could take.             
 About forty-five minutes later, Kissy arrived.  I handed her a beer and loudly said to her, “Go on back to the bedroom and get undressed.  It’s almost halftime.  I’ll be back to fuck ya in a few minutes.”
 About fifteen minutes later, it was half time of the football game.  I went back to my bedroom, and when I opened the door, I found Kissy laying naked on the bed.  With just enough foreplay to get her wet, I climbed on, and fucked her until I came.  As I rolled off her, I patted her ass and said, “Don’t move!  I’ll be right back.” 
 After taking a piss, I returned to my bedroom.  Kissy was still laying naked with her legs spread.  “Beautiful!  Hold on!  Don’t move!”  I told her
again as I stepped out the bedroom. 
 I then went to my living room.  I flipped a coin to see which of my buddies would be the first to try his luck with Kissy.  The winner was again told, and he agreed, not to force her.  With a big grin, and a hard-on to match, he headed for my bedroom.
 Over the TV, I heard Kissy yell, “What the hell are you doing here?”
 With a chuckle, my buddy said, “I’m here to fuck you!  We’re all going to share you.”
 “Like hell you are!  Get the fuck out!” Kissy screamed at him.
 My buddy came high-tailing it back down my hallway, pulling up his pants, and laughing his ass off.
 “I guess she’s not interested in sharing!”  He said, while buckling his belt.     
 He was rapidly followed by one pissed-off, half-naked, Kissy Kat.  As she ran out the door, she looked at me and yelled, “Fuck you too, you bastard!”
 I really did hate hurting Kissy Kat like that, but she never bothered me again.  If only she hadn’t gotten so possessive, so quickly. 
 About a year later, I met a gal named Terri.  Six months after that, Terri and I were married.  Kissy Kat just wanted to move too quickly from being a date to a steady girlfriend. 
   
  
     

Your hand ran through my hair, grasping and pulled me hard up to you.  You kissed me rough and fierce before we positioned ourselves doggie style.  You smacked my ass before kissing it, enjoying the view.

I massaged my own tits, pinching my nipples as I wait for you to thrust into me.  I pushed my exposed ass against you, urging you and moaned your name. You slapped my ass again before I felt your cock, invading me hard and quick.  My finger found my hard clit, rubbing fiercely.  I moaned and bit my lip.  I felt your hands running down my back and feel the shape of my hips.  You settled them on my ass, using it as a pull to push yourself deeper and deeper into me.

I cried out as my first orgasm shocked through me.  You grunted and shouted over my screams, “cum for me baby, cum again.”   You scratched your nails down my back and tugged on my breasts.  My hand cupped your balls as you slammed into me.    I felt the pressure give and I was cumming again.  I moaned loudly and started to push back against you as you slammed into me.   I was crying out your name as your thick seed filled me.  I felt your cock throb as it emptied and your breath was ragged as we both laid down.

I looked at you and told you that was the best fuck of my life.  I knew that visit would be a well cummed visit.

She had joked with Jack that she couldn’t see a time when he would ever be any of those things. The tussle and larking about which had followed this remark had led to her now laying on her back with a warm glow and a damp trickle between her legs. In this post coital comfort the idea was born.

“Hey honey” she said “how would you fancy going out to stud?”

Jack laughed “ I am not going to be breeding many thoroughbreds now darling, we should have thought about that possibility before I had the snip all those years ago”

But Lilian was not to be put off.

“I don’t mean to breed, I mean just for the sex” and she reminded him about the frustrated women she worked with. Jack was still sceptical but later that evening with a couple of glasses of good Rioja in him he brought the subject up again and by bedtime Lillian had convinced him that he would both be performing an act of charity for needy women and that this was something to give their sex lives an exciting twist.

Jack had to work in London for a few days and as he left the next morning Lillian promised him that she would turn the spare bedroom in to a sex palace and have his first customer ready for the weekend. Despite his earlier reservations Jack felt the familiar stirring in his groin as he thought about the prospect on the train journey to London.

And she was good to her word. Jack whistled with appreciation when he saw the results on Friday night. The bed had gone and a new king sized divan had replaced it with satin cushions propped up against the head. New sheepskin rugs were scattered around the floor and boy oh boy a flat screen television was mounted on the wall to the foot of the bed – in a prime viewing position. The TV was connected up to a theatre sound system and Jacks comprehensive set of porn DVDs was stacked on a shelf.

Jack was keen to try out the room before dinner but Lillian said “No, you have to save yourself for your first customer tomorrow!”

Over dinner Lillian described for jack to woman who he would be pleasuring the next day.

he brought the subject up again and by bedtime Lillian had convinced him that he would both be performing an act of charity for needy women and that this was something to give their sex lives an exciting twist.

Jack had to work in London for a few days and as he left the next morning Lillian promised him that she would turn the spare bedroom in to a sex palace and have his first customer ready for the weekend. Despite his earlier reservations Jack felt the familiar stirring in his groin as he thought about the prospect on the train journey to London.

And she was good to her word. Jack whistled with appreciation when he saw the results on Friday night. The bed had gone and a new king sized divan had replaced it with satin cushions propped up against the head. New sheepskin rugs were scattered around the floor and boy oh boy a flat screen television was mounted on the wall to the foot of the bed – in a prime viewing position. The TV was connected up to a theatre sound system and Jacks comprehensive set of porn DVDs was stacked on a shelf.

Jack was keen to try out the room before dinner but Lillian said “No, you have to save yourself for your first customer tomorrow!”

Over dinner Lillian described for jack to woman who he would be pleasuring the next day.

“She is Alice, she is 54, a little overweight but with great tits, blonde but no idea if it is natural. Been married forever and her husband just isn’t interested in sex any more. They sleep in separate rooms. Hasn’t had sex for 16 years”

Jack had hoped for 24, fit and with a great body but realistically knew that this was not likely to be the sort of woman in need of his services.

On Saturday morning Jack went to the shops and added a few essentials to the sexroom. He decided that they needed a fully stocked bar and he spared no expense in getting the best of everything, Vintage Brandy, Double Malt scotch and fine wines all found their way in to his trolley and up to the sexroom.

Over lunch Lillian went through some last minute details with him.

“Alice will be here at two o’clock. I have told her that the rule is skirts, no trousers, stockings, no tights. I will be with the two of you at all times and am ready to join in if wanted.”

If Jack had not already been excited enough the thought of a possible threesome notched the level up a bit more!

Promptly at two the doorbell rang and Jack got his first sight of Alice. She was a very tidy looking woman, he could see that she was a little overweight but her overriding impression was one of extreme nerves.

“I nearly didn’t come” she told Lillian as she fumbled to take off her coat, Lillian leaned forward conspiritatorilly and told her quietly “Well my Jack will make sure you come later!”, the two women giggled.

Lillian and Jack took Alice upstairs and introduced her to the room. “How about a drink to loosen things up?” Jack asked He took orders for two brandies, poured himself a malt whiskey and went over and sat on the bed in the middle. He patted the bed either side of him to indicate that the two women should join him and reached down the TV remote control from a shelf above his head.

“I though we would get in the mood a bit first” he announced and turned on the TV. He had chosen a DVD which was more erotic than hardcore, at least to begin with and the three of them settled back to watch. Jack could sense Lillian getting aroused to his right and gradually he noticed that Alice was relaxing on his left.

He was surprised at Alices reaction when the stud in the film went down on his partner and started to eat her out. She let out a gentle “Oohh” and wriggled a bit.

Jack leaned over to her and asked her quietly “Is that something you like having done to you?”, Alice looked at him nervously and replied “Nobody has ever done that to me”, she blushed. “Oh boy are you in for a treat today” Jack told her and squeezed her hand gently.

Lillian was getting restless. Eventually she slipped off her skirt, grabbed jacks right hand and forced it down in to her knickers to the hot wet slit which was her pussy. Jack responded as always by massaging her slit gently up and down giving her clit the tiniest of flicks from time to time. Alice wriggled a little closer to Jack so he decided to start things off with her as well. He slid his hand up her right thigh under the hem of her rucked up skirt. He soon found that she had flowed Lillians instruction to the letter and that the smooth nylon ended in stocking tops. For a while he caressed that promised land of flesh between the stocking and the pussy and ever so gently move his hand up between her legs on to the material of the crotch of her knickers. He was gratified to find it reassuringly damp. Alice parted her legs for him. He rubbed her pussy for a while though the knickers and Alice started to show signs of real enjoyment. At this point Lillian who was close to coming on Jacks other hand decided to move things on.

“Time to undress” she announced and fitting actions to words stood on the bed, slipped off her shirt and bra and loosed her white lacey knickers.

“Now you Jack” she commanded.

In his turn Jack stood, took off his shirt and trousers and dropped his bulging boxer short displaying a creditable semi erection.

Alice just stared.

“Your turn Alice” Lillian prompted gently.

Self consciously Alice stood and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her skirt. She revealed a well proportioned body with a bit of stomach, some tantalisingly covered globe sized tits and a well rounded bum encased in Marks and Spencer black solid knickers. She was wearing black hold up stockings.

“And the undies” Lillian urged. Slowly Alice unhooked her bra and slid it off rubbing her magnificent tits as she did this. Then oh so slowly she pulled off the knickers and stood before them naked.

One thing was immediately apparent to jack. The lady was certainly not a natural blonde!!!

Jack stood, took her in his arms and kissed her, long, deeply and gently. Alice responded with her tongue and wrapped her arms around Jacks back. Ever so gently he pulled Alice down on to the bed and continued kissing her whilst running his smooth hands up and down her back. Alice moaned quietly.

“I think Alice is ready for some tongue” Lillian told Jack. Jack looked up to see Lillian kneeling naked at Alices feet with her hand  between Alices legs. “She is very wet for you Jack” Lillian cooed.

Jack moved his attack away from Alices lips and on to the neck. Then piece by piece he kissed his way down her body staying a while at each breast before moving on to her belly and so to her pubes. Alice had a great bush of jet black pubic hair which was wiry and springy and as Jack approached it he could smell the juices which Lillian had felt on her pussy. When he got the vital part is seemed that Alice would resist, for a moment she would not open her legs, but then with a moan of submission she parted them and raised her knees. Jack went straight for the target.

He started with a gentle lick up and down the bulging lips of Alices now saturated slit. When he felt her responding by grinding herself in to his face he moved on, flicking his tongue in and out of her streaming orifice. He felt her response at once so he moved to the final objective and strated to work his tongue around her engorged clit. Alice let out a wail of pleasure. Jack worked her clit harder now alternating flicks of his tongue over it with plunges in to pussy. Alice began to buck on the bed grinding her vagina hard in to his face and then it was over. With a long shudder and a positive cry of joy she came with arched back and legs locked rigid. It was as if 16 years of orgasms had built up behind a damn inside her and that dam had now been breached by Jacks skilfull tongue.

Suddenly her body went limp and she fell back on the bed half sobbing, half laughing. Lillian scooted around to her head and gave her a long tender kiss before telling her “Its Jacks turn now”

Alice nodded and smiled “I can take a lot more of that she laughed”

Jack slid up her body until his throbbing erection hovered over her bush. She spread her legs as far as they would go and Jack lowered himself on to her. He was about to take his hand down to guide himself in to her waiting hole when he felt a hand on his cock. He looked to his side and Lillian was there to guide him in. He almost came with the excitement.

With Lillians expert help he slid inside Alice and started to pump. Neither of them were going to be able to stand it for long and sure enough it was only minutes before Alice was once again convulsing and moaning. Jack was ready for that and let go a great stream of pent up seaman in to Alices already flooding pussy. Jack collapsed exhausted on the Alice and for a while just lay there letting the after orgasms die down.

When he climbed of of Alice and offered her an inadequate amount of tissue to clean herself he found that Lillian had given up hope of any relief from either of the other two and was rubbing a buzzing vibrator up and down her pussy. It was only seconds before her orgasm broke and she lay back on the bed panting. The head of the vibrator glistened with her juices.

The three of them lay still for a while, cuddled together, gently caressing each other. It was staring to get dark when Alkice said “I ought to be going, I haven’t got my husbands dinner ready yet, he will be home from work soon” And she gathered up her scattered clothes and put them on.

Lillian put on a bath robe and waited for Alice. After she had done up the last button on her blouse she walked back to be bed and kissed Jack passionately.

“Thank you so much” she whispered “I never thought I would feel like that again”

“Any time” said Jack returning the kiss. “ I will hold you to that” Alice told him and walked out of the room. Lillian saw her to the door.

When Lillian returned she had a very satisfied smile on her face. “Well” she said triumphantly “that was a success wasn’t it?”.

“She seemed to enjoy it “ replied Jack modestly.

“Enjoy it?” retorted Lillian, she is going in to the shop on the way home to tell the other girls how good it was, you will have them queueing before the end of the week.

Jack Sat up on the bed with his arms behind his head.

“Mmm” he said “That sounds good, but I mustn’t forget my best customer must I?”. With that he pulled Lillian down on to the bed, slid his hand inside her robe and started to walk his fingers down towards her pussy……….

Anyways, one time we were at my apartment, eating lunch. My roommate, who was a total prick by the way, was out as usual, probably at work or with his ugly girlfriend. Anyways, so we were eating, talking about sports and stuff, and then eventually talking about relationships. I asked her when her last boyfriend was, finding out she really hadn’t had once for a few month, which was a lot shorter than me, since I hadn’t had a real relationship in over a year. I learned a lot about her as we ate; including a nice fact that she didn’t like condoms. She preferred to be on the pill, and have sex without a condom since it just felt better to her. This of course turned me on, and I began to get a little hard. She then began asking me a few questions, pertaining to sex. Sadly, even though I had been in a relationship, back in high school I was a pretty religious guy, and a bit conservative, never having sex or anything close to it. The nearest thing I ever experienced was kissing and light touching, nothing to write a book about. Amy on the other hand told me she was very experienced, loved sex, and even told me the crazy places and times she did it. Now I was in college and barely a rookie at the idea of sex, never even seeing a girl naked live, with the only boobs I’ve ever seen being on a computer or movie screen. I told Amy this and how I was curious about the female body, never seeing it in depth up close and personal, and wondered if that was weird. She told me it wasn’t weird, and totally normal, which made me feel better and not such a freak.

Suddenly, I got an idea, grew some balls, and asked Amy if I could see her. At first she didn’t know what I meant, but finally got it. She shuck her head, telling me she didn’t really like me that way, and that we weren’t gonna have sex. I told her, that was not what I meant, and that I just wanted to learn about the female body. She then smiled and seemed relieved, even saying that even if we were to have sex, she wasn’t on the pill at the moment, so it couldn’t happen anyway. So I asked her again and she looked back at me, paused for a moment, and then smiled, nodding her head yes. She then told me to lock the doors and close the blinds, which I did, since it was still daylight outside and we didn’t want anyone peeping.

Amy then told me to sit on my chair, and she took of her t-shirt and jeans. I had no idea really what was gonna happen next, but I was definitely getting hard, and my erection was clearly visible under my pants. She then stood in front of me in her lingerie, looking at my boner and asking if she had done that. I of course said yes, and she pulled me closer. She then asked if I had ever seen bare breast in person, which I hadn’t. She then told me, it was gonna be my lucky day, and unstrapped her bra. Out fell her perfect boobs, her pink nipples the size of quarters. I couldn’t stop staring at them; they were perfect, even if they did sag a slight bit. I then asked if I could touch them, to which Amy said yes, and I began to cup both of them in my hands. I never felt breasts before in my life, even began to juggle them a little, as they were heavier than I thought, but so soft. I then felt her nipples, touching the ends, which made Amy jump a little. I said sorry, but she said it was okay. I then traced my fingers around her nipples and felt the tops of her chest. I told her they were very nice, and she thanked me.

Amy then got up and began to remove her panties. As she pulled them down, a little bit of her pubic hair, which was also reddish brown, began to peak out. She was definitely trimmed, not really having much of a bush except for the hair on top of her pussy. I then moved in closer, feeling her pubic hair and the area around pussy. I was still rock hard and felt my pants getting a little wet with pre-cum, but I could care less. I then slowly moved my hand towards the folds of her pussy, my hands slightly shaking. I was so nervous, and Amy looked at me, and told me to relax. I slowly took my fingers and spread her out pussy lips apart, revealing her pink inside, and the inner folds of her vagina. It felt so slick and moist and warm. I saw her urethra and her vagina, and asked if I could stick my finger inside it. She said it was okay, just to be careful. I stuck a finger in, her inner pussy lips folding perfectly over my finger. I went a few inches in and then pulled it out. I decided to experiment more, and stuck two fingers in, a little deeper. Her pussy could clearly spread across my two fingers, and I then pulled them out, and stuck in three, going even deeper. She then asked me how many fingers I had inside, and I told her three, to which she said, try four. I was afraid at first, but finally stuck in four fingers, stretching her vagina and going even deeper, caressing something inside which made her jump again. I apologized again, but she said it was okay, but that if felt good.

We then sat on my bed, me wondering what was going to happen next. After we just kind of exchanged a few words, I figured the whole misadventure was over, and began to get up. Amy then looked at me and asked “do you wanna, you know?” It took me a second to realize what she meant, and I jumped up and said, “Yes, yes, yes”. I then took off my pants and my shirt and clothes. She watched me undress and then after I finished, she pushed me back onto my bed, my head on my pillow, and told me to just relax. She then bent over, and we began to kiss. While we kissed, I rubbed her body, including her perfect tits, while she took one of her hands and guided me inside of her. I knew I was in the second I entered; it was so tight and warm. I then lay back as she grinded up against me, up and down, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down as we both moved in rhythm. Everything seemed to be going so fast, that even though it seemed like a mere minute, we were all sweating and I could tell we had been fucking for a good 10 minutes or so. I then began to feel it swell inside me, and I whispered I was going to cum. Amy just kept on going, even picking up speed in her rhythm. My body tensed up, and I shot it deep inside her as she stopped moving and just let my penis milk itself into her. After I finished, she slowly pulled out, knowing my penis was super sensitive right then. As my head left her pussy, a load of cum oozed out of her vagina, and onto my bed. I could care less about the stain at the moment, just sitting in amazement as my cum was inside a beautiful girl. She laughed as it continued to ooze out, and cleaned it up with a tissue. Eventually we all got dressed and cleaned up and Amy would leave, even though I remember seeing that stain on my bed as a reminder of what happened.

From then on, when me and Amy would work a game together, we would always smile at each other in a little bit of a naughty way. It wouldn’t be the last time Amy and I had a little adventure, but I still remember fondly that first time. Amy was so cool.

     "Do you remember what I told you I was going to do to you once you were here?" he asks huskily. 

     I nod. "Brand me as yours," I whisper, trembling in anticipation.

     A smile lights his face as he once again reaches for me. He presses his palm over my hips, holing me down as the fingers of his other hand spread between my thighs. One finger pressing into me, his thumb stroking my clit. After a few moments, he inserts a second finger deeply inside, thrusting harder and harder, pushing me open further and further, the stretching becoming intense as he spreads his fingers apart. My first orgasm rips through me, arching me off the bed. He presses me back down and slows the thrusting of his fingers to a more sensuous pace, allowing me to drift back to earth. Then, he inserts a third finger and slowly rebuilds speed and depth until I am rocking back onto my shoulders. This thumb is replaced by his warm, wet mouth and tongue. A second, longer orgasm tears me apart, blackening my vision. He waits for the shuddering to stop, still sliding his tongue over my leaping clit and twitching his strong fingers against my cervix and then sliding them out and licking them clean

     He shifts my limp body on the bed and rolls me over onto my belly, straddling my thighs. He bends over me, nibbling his way down my spine. He slides off me and I relax, thinking it's over. My eyes drift closed, my breathing slows, my throbbing pussy softly drips on the soft coverlet.

     He then re-mounts my thighs and I realize he had just left to remove his clothing. I feel his silky penis resting along the crack of my ass. His full 8 inches feels wide and heavy, the enormous head pressing thickly against my back, forcing me to shiver in anticipation again. He strokes his nails down my back, using his fingers to push his cock between my thighs and into my pulsing pussy. The silky head parts my lips, easing gently inside, filling and stretching my wet snatch to its limit and beyond. A soft burning sensation starts as he slides in and bottoms out, his full length buried inside, balls pressed to my clit. He pumps gently and slowly in and out, the head of his codk bumping my g-spot and cervic with every stroke. A gentle warmth begins to spread through my body. A wonderful, perfect orgasm pulls its way through my body and he grunts softly, slipping his mouth over mine in an intense kiss as he cums with me.

     I lost count of the orgasms that first, amazing day in bed with James. All I know is that I loved him them and was able to fall asleep in his arms, something I have never done before with anyone. He wakes me with kisses, stroking my body softly and drawing soft moans from my lips. I could spend my whole life like that. If only.....  

“I would definitely like to meet up again... for some fun!”
“Awesome!  Where and when?”  I asked.
“I’ve always wanted to have some fun in a movie theatre.  You up for it?”
“Hell Yeah!”

The next day, I called her to make plans to meet up again... this time for some fun.  We decided to see the oldest movie at the quietest theatre.  This way, there would be fewer people in the theatre.  We met up at 8:00pm and went into the theatre.  We chose to sit in a secluded area in the back.  She was wearing a loose fitting, knee length dress.  It was apparent she wasn’t a bra.  I was curious if she was wearing panties!

“How have you never been able to find a guy to do this with?”  I asked.
“I’m not sure!  My boyfriends have all ‘said’ they would do it, but never go through with it.  Promise you won’t back out?”
“I’m here for fun with you... and I’ve seen this movie before.  You have my undivided attention!”

We talked until the lights dimmed and the movie began.  About 25 minutes into the movie, Jessica lifted the armrest separating us and cuddled close to me.  She also started rubbing the inside of my right thigh.  As if the anticipation wasn’t enough to get any man hard, feeling her rub my thigh was making me super hard!  She unzipped my jeans and stuck her hand in.  She found my cock and whispered,

“Wow!  I didn’t expect such a big cock!  I hope it all fits in my little mouth!”

I just smiled and winked at her.  She had a firm grasp on my cock as she tried to give me a handjob.  After a few minutes into the handjob, she slid off the seat and onto her knees between my legs.  She pull my cock out and began sucking my huge head!  She sucked like a pro!  The sensation was amazing!

I looked down at her and our eyes met.  She deepthroated my cock in one fluid motion and held it there for 10 or 20 seconds.  She started bobbing her head on my cock, keeping a tight seal on it.  My old fuck buddy was good, but Jessica was a master!  She pulled off my hard cock and let the cold air touch it.

She mouthed, “Are you close?”
I responded with “Getting there!”

She returned to my cock with a fury, intent on making me cum hard!  I wasn’t going to last long.  We kept our eyes locked the whole time.  About a couple minutes later, I mouthed “I’m gonna cum!”  She gave my cock a couple more bobs and deepthroated my  cock again!  That made me cum hard!  She kept a tight seal on my cock, sucking every last drop of my cum!  She put my cock back in my pants, zipped up my jeans and returned to her seat.

“I love your cock!  It’s the biggest one I’ve ever had!”  She said.
“Thanks!  You sure know how to inflate a man’s ego.”  I responded.

Took me a few minutes to recover.  I slowly slid her dress up.  She noticed and spread her legs a little bit.  I rubbed her thigh slowly until I reach her thong covered pussy.  I found her clit and started rubbing it.  She was moaning softly.  Her thong was so wet!  I figured it was time to return to the favor.  I got down between her legs.  With her help, I pulled her thong off.  I was staring at a beautiful sight!

I dove in!  She pussy was sweet!  I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as I could.  I alternated between licking her pussy, sticking my tongue in, sucking her clit and swirling my tongue around it.  She was going crazy!  She held my head to her pussy.  I could tell she was close.  I reached up and twisted her nipples.  That set her off!  She was moaning loudly.  I got up and kissed her hard to muffle her moaning.

“Do you have any condoms here?”  She asked.
“Shit! I forgot them at home!”
“OK.  Let’s get out of here!”

We decided to head to her place.   She was masturbating the whole way!  I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road.  We weren’t at her place more than 30 seconds when she pulled me towards her bedroom.  She removed her dress.  I took that as my queue and got naked too.  She was already on the bed, fingering herself.

“I finally get to see the monster!  Now get over here and fuck me!”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Condoms are in the drawer”

I grabbed a condom and put it on.  I moved between her legs and kissed her.  As I was kissing her, I positioned my cock at her very wet entrance and slowly entered her.  As my entire cock disappeared in her, I hit her cervix.  I slowly pulled out and pushed back in!  Jessica had a big smile on her face.

“I love your pussy around my cock!  It’s so tight!”
“My pussy has never been stretched this much!

We continued fucking in missionary.  Jessica was moaning loudly.  I pulled out completely and stayed that way for a minute or two.  Jessica tried to wrap her legs around me to pull me back in, but I prevented it.  She gave me a puppy dog face.

“If you want my cock, beg for it!”
“PLEASE DAN!  I NEED YOUR COCK!  Please put it back in!”
“OK, but I want to fuck you doggy style now!”
“OOOOO!  My favorite!”

Jessica got on her hands and knees and begged once again for my cock.  I grabbed her hips and slammed in.  I continued the rhythm and Jessica pushed back to match it.  Her pussy was getting wetter with every stroke!  I looked down at her puckered asshole.  It looked so inviting!  I started to push my thumb into it, when Jessica said,

“Don’t!  I’ve never had anything in my ass.”

I pulled my thumb out and continued fucking her.  I was getting tired, so I told her I wanted to fuck cowgirl now.  I lay down on my back and she climbed on top of me.  I lined up my cock with her pussy and she dropped down on it.  She was going crazy fucking me!  I could feel her clit rubbing against my cock!  Jessica was breathing hard.  A moment later, her pussy starting contracting as she yelled,

“I’m cumming!”

Once her orgasm died down, she rolled off.  We cuddled and kissed for a little bit.  I still had not cum.  I took of the condom.

“You didn’t cum yet, did you?”  Jessica asked.
“No, I haven’t yet”
“How can I help with that?”
“I fulfilled your fantasy.  I was kind of hoping we could fulfill one of mine.”
“Seems fair.  What’s your fantasy?”
“I’ve always wanted to cum in a woman’s ass”
“Um.  I said that I’ve never done anal before.”
“Would you be willing to try?  I’ll stop if it hurts too much.”

She agreed to give it a shot.  She got back into doggy position.  I stuck my fingers into her still wet pussy and used her cum to lubricate her asshole.  As I was lubbing up her asshole, I pushed my bare cock into her pussy.

“Are you ready?”  I asked.
“I think so.”

I pulled my well lubricated cock out of her pussy and slowly started pushing into her asshole a little bit at a time.  After every little push, I stopped go let her adjust to my monster cock.   I finally got my entire cock in her ass.  It was an even better feeling than her pussy!

“How does it feel?”  I asked.
“It hurts, but it’s a good pain.”  She responded.
“Let me know when I should continue.”
“Keep going.”

I pulled out until just my large head was in then pushed back in.  The sensation was incredible!  I was fucking her with long strokes.  She was starting to enjoy it, as she was moaning again.  I pushed in, stopped there and reached under her to finger her clit a little.  I felt her hand touch mine.  She took over fingering herself.  I went back to fuck her ass.  I sped up my ass fucking.  My balls were slapping her pussy with every stroke.  She was breathing heavily again, which was a sign that she was close to an orgasm.   As I pushed back in, she came and her ass tightened up!  I couldn’t pull out.

“OH MY GOD!!!  OH MY GOD!!!” She yelled!

After what seemed like an eternity stuck in her ass, she finally released my cock a little bit and I went back to fucking her ass until I came in it!  I pulled out and we both fell onto our sides.  She turned to face me and kiss me hard.  I pulled her tight.  We just lay there silent for a few minutes, when she said,

“Wow!  That was amazing!  I’ve cum so hard!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.  I did too!”
“If I knew it would feel so good, I would have tried it a long time ago!”
“I’m glad you trusted me enough to try it”
“Do you want to spend the night?”
“Absolutely!  Besides, it’s not like I live far away!”

 

I have to admit that despite loving Mike more than I had ever loved anyone in my life, there are moments when I daydream back into the past and think of previous relationships. Later on I might dismiss those thoughts as ludicrous, but in times of dwelling, my mood is dangerously aloof and should I have an opportunity to do it all over again with one or two lovers from my past life right there and then, I probably would.

 

Last week, we had decided that due to sharing our little home with three dogs and two cats, it was becoming too crowded, and we agreed to remodel the closed-in patio, which now served as a storage and dumping place and rebuild it into an additional room. We were to have a garage sale and get rid of as much junk as possible, and if lucky, make some money on the side, too.

 

Besides our workout equipment, which basically served as a dust collector, old clothes that were too small or too old to wear but still too dear to be discarded, some atrocious furniture, which we were simply too lazy to throw out, I had found three boxes from the time of our initial move, packed to the brim with books.

 

I dug into the boxes with great pleasure, as I had hoped to find books that I might want to re-read, and probably some that were never even cracked open, bought on one of my impulsive binges and stored for the later times when I would have more time to devote to them.

 

As I was emptying the last of the boxes containing old sci-fi novels, which I seriously suspected would be the first ones to be designated as items for sale the following weekend, to my great amazement, I saw my old diary, it’s cover faded and with traces of coffee stains, laying on the bottom, dusty and alone. My heart jumped with excitement and I eagerly took it out of its prolonged imprisonment, pressing it to my chest and closing my eyes in silent gratitude. It had an odd smell of staleness, the texture of its cover familiar to my fingers.

 

I had kept a meticulous diary when it was first given to me, after which it lay discarded for years. It had been a gift from my mother, who brought it from her honeymoon in Italy after she married my step dad George. It was a combination of an address book, diary and a notebook, the size of a big paperback and just as thick, and if I was to use it as a chronicle of my young life, I could have probably squeezed in a few years, because as a teenager I had allowed myself very little fun and didn’t date at all.

 

The cover of the book was a mixture of soft pastels; peach and pink running into pistachio green and baby blue. In the middle of the cover was an upright oval circle with the cartoon picture of Holly Hobbie, who at the time was the rave among young girls, just as Pokemon might be for kids today, or Jessica Simpson for the teenagers.

 

On my book, Holly is wearing a big blue sunbonnet and a patchwork pinafore, happily strolling through the meadow with a wicker basket hanging over her arm filled with what looked like small field flowers. The sweet innocence of the girl had reminded me of my early years with heavy nostalgia. The image itself made me miss my school friends, most of who still live in a small town thousands of miles away from Chicago where I had moved when I began college never to return. It made me miss my mom, who had since remarried for the third time, my ex-step dad George and his quiet kindness, my sisters Hope and Alison, who were always in my hair and on my case, feeling that the simple fact of being older than me allowed them to do so.

 

As I started college, I again made use of my diary, carefully documenting all my escapades, mainly with guys, turning my innocent little diary into an erotic confessionary, always terrified that a pair of uninvited eyes might take a peek.

 

I placed the book in my lap and opened it, immediately cringing in embarrassment. Over twenty years ago when I was fourteen, I had a huge crush on Rick Springfield, and his image was the first I saw. Actually, it must have been some thirty images of him, plastered all over the first two pages. Black and white pictures from the newspapers, colored ones from the magazines, overlapping in a shabby-chic array, which is very tiresome to the eye. Rick Springfield wearing a red leather jacket, Rick in a black T-shirt, Rick at a concert, caught in midair, kicking his legs to one side, his head flung back, clutching on a guitar, his long hair waving wildly, Rick on a motorcycle, Rick in doctor’s scrubs from the General Hospital, young Rick, older Rick, Rick wearing glasses, Rick wearing shades… Rick, Rick, Rick.

 

“Yuck!” I giggled. What was I thinking to be this obsessed by somebody who was not a reality, at least not to me?   No wonder I never dated properly!

 

I turned the page only to find more Rick, now becoming seriously annoyed over my own stupidity.

 

“Glad I’m over that one!” I chuckled, finally reaching the double page with no Rick’s pictures on it. Instead, the left side held two yearly calendars, 1981 and 1982, the opposite continued with calendars of 83 and 84, each one occupying half a page. There were no spaces for writing, just numbers; for each year, three months in a row, four in a column, Saturdays and Sundays in grey, weekdays in black and holidays in red. Many of the festive days I didn’t recognize and it dawned on me that they must have been Italian, therefore unfamiliar.

 

In May, June and July of 1981 I appeared to have been very conscientious, carefully circling five or six days in a row of each month with a red pen, obviously the days of my periods. After July however, there was no more markings until September of 1983, and they continued for another four months after which seizing altogether. I have never been consistent and disciplined with anything, even the tracking of my own periods. That is why I had so many scares later in life when I thought I was in my “safe” days and had had unprotected sex, only to sweat a number of sleepless nights, praying to God in whom I didn’t believe anyway, promising I’d do anything, just please, please, PLEASE, don’t let me be pregnant. The thought that I might be chancing something worse than pregnancy never occurred to me in those days.

 

I shook my head in disbelief and turned another page. Here, more detailed calendars began; the ones where each month takes the whole page, each day in a margin of its own, so that one can scribble in notes and reminders. Again, May and June of 81 were full, written all over with my awkward, still childish hand, using different colors, from red, blue and black, to green and purple, which at the time were the peak of sophistication for a teenager. Math test; History test; Chemistry test; English and German tests in one day. I wondered how I ever managed to keep my sanity with all this testing forced upon my obviously completely immature brain.

 

The rest of the notes were inevitably pertaining to birthdays, a very important event in a young girl’s life, especially her own. Danielle BD – January 23 rd ; Daria BD – March 9 th ; Cynthia BD – March 23 rd ; Bo-Jane BD – October 2 nd ; Janie BD – October 11 th ; Zora BD – October 22 nd ; Tania BD – October 24 th and then again 25 th . I was obviously not certain when Tania’s birthday was, and to this day I still don’t now. Mom BD – October 26 th ; Dad BD – December 25 th . Surprisingly, there were no notes on when my sisters’ birthdays were. They must have pissed me off enough not to include them with the rest of the gang in my precious book.

 

And of course, there was my birthday: Nikkie BD – April 4 th . Why I had to mark my own special day like that I cannot explain. It’s just something a teenage girl does. Call it egocentric but I’m almost willing to bet that if you peep into a diary of your little sister, your daughter or even in your own, in case you’ve saved it from a long time ago, theirs or your name would be proudly written in the margin which represented the happy day, probably using one of the cool colors, like green or purple. To my defense, I have also included names of the celebrities of whom I knew shared my birthday: Maya Angelou, Anthony Perkins, Christine Lahti and Muddy Waters. I was always most proud to point out that Miss Angelou was born on the same day as me! Muddy I only knew by name, but have gathered early in life that his music had made him a legend of blues, - or was it jazz? - and therefore decided to include him, too. Again, let’s not forget the teenage egocentricity.

 

I also wondered over the need to include the ‘BD’ after each name. Even after all these years, having missed some twenty celebrations of each of the people that I had so faithfully marked down, I still know their birthdays by heart. I might not always bother to call or send a card, but I do remember them on their special days. I glanced over August and cringed. Of course I couldn’t have missed Rick Springfield and his BD on the 23 rd !

 

After flicking through the margined calendars – there were only years 81 and 82, obviously book makers were hoping that a girl would either get too bored with that one and buy a new one, or worse still be so productive that she would completely fill it out and would absolutely need another – the part with addresses followed.

 

Half a page was devoted to each letter, X, Y and Z sharing the same half. Obviously, there are not too many people in the Italian world with first or last names beginning with those letters. My XYZ box only held one name, address and phone number – Zora. The friend with BD on October 22 nd .

 

I don’t remember drinking heavily at the tender age of fourteen, but should one browse through my address book, one would be certain that I had a serious problem with departmentalizing. I could tell which names were scribbled in first; they were all written in blue colored pen, each properly sorted by the last name and I must have put a lot of effort and care into my handwriting, as despite looking unaesthetic now, it appears to be somewhat consistent and eligible.

 

The next batch was sorted by the first names, handwriting already deteriorating, colors varying.

 

After getting tired of orderliness, I just wrote names as they came, filling out the blank spaces that were available, starting in the A box. Dolores Anderson, Cynthia Axelrod, Abigail Matthews, and Aimee Stephenson shared this particular space with Maryanne Pinsky, Laurie Kinnard and Xenia, whom despite the uniqueness of her name and all my best efforts, I cannot recall.

 

Personal information packed boxes all the way to and including F, after which only the names from the “first” and “second” batches, when I was still trying to maintain some kind of order were dotting the pages. I nostalgically noted that each name held one or at the most two phone numbers – home and maybe a second home if the person was a victim of divorced parents. No cell phone numbers present; early 80s were blessedly lacking those most convenient, yet annoying little suckers.

 

The most bizarre thing that I had noticed when skimming over the names of my friends was that they all lived on the same street as me, only one or two doors down, some even in my apartment building, which made careful marking of each address, including zip code completely redundant. I suppose in those tender years I still displayed the ambition for some sort of organized arrangement, which later in life I have never quite achieved.  

 

Again shaking my head in amazement, I quickly browsed through the address book pages until I came to the notebook part. A bust picture of smiling Rick Springfield, his perfect hair obviously fan blown with a painstaking care, his pearly whites sparkling with an unnatural glow, a trace of eyeliner and soft rouge nearly made me drop the book back in the box and forget about it forever. I remember this particular picture of Rick used to be my favorite.

 

Instead, I turned the page. In an obviously more mature handwriting, which I recognized as mine, but a few years older than the one used for address and BD entries, there were lists upon lists upon lists. Just as in my early teenage years I had been obsessed with addresses, which later on turned into compulsion to make extensive notes on things that I felt I needed to buy, read, research, record, and see. Also, there were lists of things I did – again, mainly books I have read and movies I have seen.

 

I have obviously just finished and been impressed with Philip Jose Farmer’s ‘Riverworld Novels Series’ and had planned to dig into Tolkien next. I have devoured volumes of Jean Plaidy books and was getting ready to read Victoria Holt afterwards – I cringed. Loving Stephen King, I have hoped that Clive Barker would turn out to be just as good if not better. Each title of the book that I had read had a little check mark next to it. I suspect that different colors used were some sort of color code, which would reveal of how good or bad I thought the story was, but I can’t remember the details of its legend now. The list of my favorite songs reads like a compilation of 80s music – Human League, Spandau Ballet, Soft Cell, Alison Moyet, and Eurythmics. Notably, American music was not very dear to my heart. Skipping over a few more pages of books, music and movies, which by now have revealed that my taste in written, sang and filmed art had been quite poor, I stumbled upon yet another list. This one made me shudder and then giggle.

 

A list of baby names. Despite the fact that even as early as my late teens I had decided that I didn’t want any kids – and have to proudly point out that this had been one of the very few things in life I had avoided to change my mind about – there were two full pages of boy and girl names. Saffron, Siobhan, Sinead, Taraya, Tamara, Tiyana and Tahar   – apparently very impressed by the names beginning in S or T; Maya, Farida, Farrah, Zala, Masika, Khepri, Anat, Matuya followed those, and the list went on and on. I was not even certain if they were all real names found in a book, or whether they were just a fruit of my imagination. I was not interested to put myself through the same torture with the list of boys’ names.

 

I flipped a few pages. Recipes – did I really believe I could learn the simple and yet complicated art of cooking? Most of the recipes had an accompanying marginal note of “difficult”.

 

I went forward. I stumbled upon a complete list of English kings and queens from 1250 AD to the present time. I vaguely remembered a paper that I had worked on for weeks regarding the subject.

 

I skipped on. My own makeshift vocabulary of words that I came across when reading and didn’t understand, their meanings and examples in sentences carefully jotted next to them. One of them being saturnine, a word that had a nice ring to my ear, even though its meaning was less than cheerful.

 

I went forward. Another list of books, this one for the curriculum requirement. Dostoyevski, Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Wilde and Joyce. No wonder I was ‘saturnine’ during my teenage years.

 

I vaguely remembered that there should have been something more inside my book, something very personal and hopefully after all these years amusing to read. Where was it, though?

 

I kept flipping the pages, two, three, ten, twenty at the time. The book was more voluminous that I had expected. It seemed like I had acquired a mass of computer data information and wrote it down for future reference.

 

Then, I remembered what I used to do when writing secret things down. I closed the diary and with the back cover facing me, turned it upside down. Now I opened it again and bingo. Here was what I had been looking for. My clandestine life, hidden from my family and usually from most of my friends, too.

 

To an untrained eye, the writings were a complete nonsense. To a person with passion for puzzles it would have been instantly clear that this was written in a code. My own – not hard to break, should someone take time and effort to do so. Certainly not interesting enough to my sisters who were nosy, constantly snooping around, yet too lazy to attempt the deciphering.

 

Even I couldn’t read it smoothly any longer. I paused for a moment, seriously considering whether I had time to do this. I was supposed to be cleaning out the patio room in an attempt to get things ready for the weekend. However, this was too much of a temptation.

 

I placed the book on an old coffee table and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate and find a pen. I would need to write it all down if I wanted to be able to read it again. Now at least I understood that Mike had never read it. He wouldn’t have the time or energy to do a complicated task of code breaking, no matter how interested in my life before him.

 

I returned with a mug of hot chocolate, can of soda and plate of sandwiches with their crusts cut off, exactly as I liked them. I had completely given up on any kind of work in the patio storage for the day. The task that I was about to undertake would devour most of the day; hopefully, I’d be able to finish before Mike came home from work.

 

Sheba, my longhaired grey cat brushed against my leg and quietly meowed, requesting to be given some attention. “Come on, pretty girl.” I said, picking her up and pressing a loud smooch on her beautiful head. “You can stay, but I need a promise that you won’t tell on me. This is just between us girls, eh?” I looked deep into her intoxicating green eyes and as if answering, she purred softly. “Alright, then.” I said, opening my dear diary.

 

I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and wrote down an entire alphabet. Underneath, I wrote another set, this time moving the first letter three spaces to the left, which is how I constructed my code. The letters read:

 

A    B    C    D    E    F    G

 

x     y     z     a     b     c     d

 

For each A in a word I used X, for B letter Y and so on. Like I said, nothing to prove me a genius, yet clever enough to keep my secrets to secretive.

 

The first page was titled ARHB – October 1985. I didn’t need to de-code that one. I knew exactly what it meant. It was about Duke, the guy I lost my virginity to. October 1985 was when it happened.

 

For a moment I seriously considered abandoning the project of prying into my past. Was it wise to do so? Then, I though: ‘too late to turn back now’. My curiosity had been aroused and I wanted to relive the moments of my firsts.

 

I took a sip of hot chocolate and dug into work. It had taken a good hour to finish the first diary entry, but after a couple of paragraphs I refreshed my memory on the code that I was almost able to read it without a problem, just as I used to, almost twenty years ago.

“I want you now!” he whispered.  “I’ve missed you these last couple of weeks while I was in Taiwan,” he added.

 

“Oh?  Really?” she asked with a smile.

 

He nodded with a grin, “Absolutely!” he said as he let his hand slide down caressing over her perfect breast, lightly teasing her nipple then sliding it down to her thigh and under the skirt she was wearing.

 

“I’ve missed you too.” She stated, with a grin of her own, as his hand slid farther up her thigh to find she was wearing only thigh-high stockings and a wispy thin silk g-string underneath.

 

With a smile that belied his desires, Eric drove the last couple of blocks as fast as possible, pulling into the driveway of the apartment complex and then flying thru the gate.  “I think I’m going to have to fuck you on the stairs.  If we’re lucky maybe we can make it to the big chair,” he said with a grin and a gleam in his eye, as his fingers slowly stroked her thru the thin material between her legs.  He could feel the warm heat building there as he pulled into the garage and came to a stop.  He leaned over, finally able to let go of the wheel and pulled her close again, kissing her deeply, his other hand now free to wander over her body and then come to rest on her small but firm breast.  “God I love your titties” he whispered huskily as he pulled away briefly, only to come back to kiss her again seconds later.

 

Eric could feel her hands on him now, lightly teasing his nipples as they kissed, then her had slid down between his legs.  He knew she could feel his hardness through his jeans.  He grinned again.  “I told you I missed you!”

“That must be terribly uncomfortable.  I’m going to have to help you with that aren’t I,” Patti asked.

“I’m afraid so.  It could lead to my early death if you don’t!” he said with a laugh.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to have THAT on my conscience, ‘she said with a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Eric stepped out of the car and came around to help Patti out.  As she stepped out he pulled her close, kissing her.  He felt her lean into his arms and he held her tightly, kissing her deeply, passionately.  He let his hands roam over her body, his left hand caressing the nape of her neck, his right sliding over her hips and buttocks before working up to cup her left breast firmly but gently.  He could feel her nipple harden as he teased it through her sweater.  His left hand slid down from her neck to her other breast and began teasing that nipple now as they continued to kiss, tongues entwined.  His right hand found its way back between her legs again.  He peeled the thin material aside and slid two fingers up and down over her warm, wet pussy.  Patti moaned softly as he spread her wetness up and down.  “Lets get in the house,” he whispered as he took her by the hand and led her out of the garage and inside.  As the garage door came down and the door out closed he stopped and pulled her to him again.

“I want you right here, right now,” he said as they stood at the base of the stairs leading up into the apartment.

He kissed her again, a long slow deep kiss.  As he did, he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it off, exposing her small, perfect titties.  He caressed the exposed skin with his hands and then leaned forward and began licking and sucking on her sensitive nipples.

With a smile, he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.  He then lowered himself till he was sitting on a step.  He reached behind her, placing his hands on her buttocks and guided her forward slightly.  Using his left hand he peeled the damp fabric of her thong aside, exposing the pink wetness of her pussy.  He softly inhaled her scent, enjoying it.  He could feel his body react, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he began to kiss and then lick her warm, wet pussy. 

He started with long slow licks up and down her cleft, then moved to small circles over her sensitive clit.  He heard her breathing increase and then a soft moan, barely audible.  He smiled as she pressed herself into him, grinding her pussy against his tongue.  He applied a small amount of suction against her clit now, simultaneously licking up and down over it.  This caused her to moan a bit louder. 

He lifted his right hand from her buttock and, using one finger to start, began to slowly penetrate her very wet opening.  He then slid a second finger inside.  This caused yet another soft moan.

 

Eric pulled back and looked up into Patti’s eyes with a smile.  “You’re very wet now”, he said softly, grinning.  “I want you on top of me, I want to see you and feel you cum” he added.

“Oh…I don’t know if you’re ready yet…I’d better check,” she said, and then she guided him to standing, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.  He helped her slide them down and kicked them off.  She smiled to see he had nothing on underneath them, as his cock stood out.  “Hmm…you seem ready…but I’m not quite convinced,” she said and then she lowered herself down with a smile. 

She opened her mouth and slowly took his cock in it.  She heard him moan lightly “oh yes…” as she did.  It gave her quite a rush to hear that.  She sucked and licked his cock, taking it all the way in her mouth, sliding her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock.  She could feel it throbbing, full and hard in her mouth.

Patti pulled back and looked up “I think you’re ready now,” she said.

Eric sat down on the stairs, his legs spread wide.  She lowered herself down onto his hard cock straddling him.  Once she had him all the way in, Patti began sliding herself up and down, slowly at first, then faster.

She loved fucking him this way.  She needed to cum badly, and she never could deny herself that in this position…it felt too damn good!

“Cum for me baby” he said softly as she rode his cock.  He reached up and teased her nipples.  He loved watching her as she got closer and closer to cumming.  He could feel her pussy squeezing tighter around him.

“Oh yes!” she moaned as she thrust herself hard and faster on his cock.  Eric began meeting her strokes with those of his own, driving his cock harder and faster inside her. 

That was all Patti could take. 

Eric felt her pussy squeeze around him, as though she was locking him inside her as she came.  He smiled, thrilled to have been able to feel her cum and know she was enjoying him so much.

Patti collapsed on top of him.  Eric held her on top of him for a while, loving the feeling of her skin against his, his still hard cock buried deep within her, the sensitive intimacy of the moment was something he treasured greatly.

As her breathing came back to normal, Patti sat up, “I want you behind me now, I want to feel you cum in me that way,” she said as she pulled herself off of him.

Eric sighed briefly as he felt the cool air on his cock, he wanted to get back inside her instantly. 

Patti turned and faced up the stairs and got on her hands and knees.  She felt Eric step behind her and then she felt his hardness pressing into her once again, then he began fucking her.

 

 She loved it when he was like this!  She closed her eyes and felt him thrusting in her, slowing occasionally but then going faster and faster.  She knew he couldn’t last long but God it felt good!  She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her tight as he fucked her.   She felt her second orgasm building inside her and just hoped she could get there.

She felt his fingers tightening on her hips and knew he was almost there.  He was thrusting faster and harder now, exactly what she needed too.

Eric could tell she was close to cumming again.  He wanted her to get there before he came but he knew it was going to be close.  He reached up and caressed her nipple with his right hand and tried to slow himself down a little.  He took a deep breath and placed his hand back on her hip, thrusting faster again. 

“Oh…yes!” she moaned as he sent her over the edge again, cumming.

Eric smiled as he felt her pussy squeeze down tightly around him again as she came.  That was all he could take!  She was SOO tight, so warm and wet…

He thrust himself deep into her and came.  In his mind it felt like an explosion!  He thrust himself into her a few more times as he came in her,  his juices mixing with hers in the process.  He collapsed against her briefly but then caught himself with his hands.  He didn’t want to move though.  He loved being inside of Patti and hated the feeling of sliding out of her.  He didn’t want it to end yet!  The smell of sex in the air was quite tangible…he loved it!  He leaned forward and kissed her at the nape of her neck

“Thank you crazy girl…you’re incredible. 

 

I want to take you to the bedroom and start all over now!” he said with a grin.

“I think that’s a good idea, but lets get a shower and a little food…then I can have you for desert” she said with a wicked little smile.

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me!  I want to make love to you all night long!  I’ve missed you these last two weeks…and you have to help me so I don’t die young” he laughed.

“Lets go lover…I’m not done with you yet” she said over her shoulder as she led him by the hand up into the apartment.

Sara was the daughter of Emma’s cousin. Sam and Jessie idolized her because she was cool and popular and gorgeous. Emma trusted her because she was smart and very mature for her age. I distrusted her because I sensed her maturity came from experience that most fourteen year old girls did not have. It was the way she made me feel when she looked at me. There was too much confidence in her stare and more in her eyes than intelligence and maturity.

So against Emma’s advice, I pulled up to the house without calling first to let Sara now I was coming home to grab my wife’s migraine pills. Our house sits next to a park. When I saw the red Jeep parked just beyond our fence in front of the park I was sure my suspicions were confirmed. A boyfriend wouldn’t park in the driveway, and it was far enough away but close enough if he had to make a run for it. It wasn’t too long ago I was that age. I pulled up behind the Jeep and walked to the house.

It was almost eleven, so Jessie should have been in bed by now. The front of the house was dark, but I could see lights on in the back. I had expected to catch Sara making out with some boy on the sofa when I arrived, but the deep hum from the backyard told me the jacuzzi jets were running. My mind shifted gears at the thought that she had a boy in the hot tub with her. If she was bold enough for that, I wondered exactly what I would see as I slipped through the gate on the side of the house. My fears of her lack of innocence were turning to something else and I adjusted the crotch of my slacks.

We have two hot tubs, one outside in the yard for summertime, and one enclosed on the porch for winter. The hum came from the enclosed porch and a light from the kitchen cast a soft glow over the tub. Sara was standing in the jacuzzi with her back to me. The water bubbled at about mid thigh on her and she was bent at the waist, her elbows resting on the edge of the tub.

The boy I expected to catch her with was not there. Instead, standing behind her in the writhing water was a man. A man who looked to be my age, even older. His hips bucked hard and fast against Sara’s naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheek of her ass with one hand, pulling her head back by the ponytail with the other. Her back arched and her muffled voice penetrated the glass that separated us begging him for more.

I slipped back into the shadows with my head reeling and my heart beating like a fucked clock. I should have been thinking of my daughter. Where was she? I should have kicked in the door and raised hell. But I must admit nothing like that even crossed my mind. I was remembering all those looks Sara had given me and what I had seen in her eyes.

I was back at the window. This man was close to forty, by the streaks of grey through his dark hair. His body was hard and lean, not young but still muscular and sexy. He slapped his open palm down across Sara’s butt and her moan jumped in pitch. I stared at them, intoxicated by their actions. In the back of my mind I was trying to comprehend how this man could be here in my home, fucking this gorgeous young girl not even half his age, when movement out of the corner of my eye pulled me back a step into the shadows.

From the kitchen stepped a girl, her naked body no older than Sara’s. My hand reached for the window ledge to steady myself. She carried two classes of wine, one of which she handed to the man. His hips came to rest against Sara’s ass as he accepted the drink and she took the opportunity to pull herself free from his cock and turned, sitting her bottom on the edge of the tub. As she lay back onto a towel the young girl placed a foot on either side of Sara’s head and lowered herself down until Sara’s tongue penetrated her open cunt.

He took a deep gulp from his glass then handed it to the young girl who sipped at hers, her red lips teasing the fragile rim. He pulled Sara’s spread legs around him and I watched as his long, thick cock disappeared into her cunt. The girl held the glasses down at her side steadying herself as she ground her hips down onto Sara’s hungry mouth and leaned forward kissing the man. He took slow steady strokes with his cock nestled between Sara’s thighs while his hands explored the young girl’s body.

Where Sara was tall with a curvy, voluptuous frame, this girl was petite with a slender, lithe body. Her dark hair looked almost black in the dim light of the room and stood in stark contrast to Sara’s golden mane. The mound that rose from her dripping gash where Sara’s tongue danced and darted, was hairless and glistened with a combination of her own juices and Sara kisses.

She set the glasses off to the side after draining the last of her wine in one lusty gulp, and carefully repositioned herself over Sara’s face so that she was on all fours with her ass facing the man. He took this as his cue and reached forward massaging her round cheeks as Sara’s lips sucked at her juicy slit. His cock pumped in and out of Sara’s pussy and he pressed his thumb to the small hole of the young girl’s ass making her gasp as it opened to accept his penetration.

As I pulled my cock from my pants, my throat was dry and I looked around me remembering where I was. The neighbors house was dark and I was hidden safely in the shadows. My hard-on responded to my touch like a drowning man breaking through the surface and taking in a breath of air. My fist moved furiously over the nerves in my prick and I turned my attention back to the window.

His thumb was buried to the base in her small ass and she writhed and bucked over Sara’s face. Then he slipped free of her tight hole and pulled her hips back toward him, bringing her even with Sara’s body. The two girls kissed passionately, the young girl licking her juices from Sara’s lips and chin. Her small, firm breasts rubbed against Sara’s large, full tits and their hands roamed each other’s bodies caressing, pinching and scratching. Sara’s hands moved down and squeezed and separated the young girl’s round cheeks and I saw him pull his cock from Sara and slip it into her swollen pussy.

For several minutes he fucked both girls, moving from one hole to the other until his cock was dripping with both their cum. Then he pressed the swollen head of his cock to the tiny diamond between the young girl’s firm globes. My eyes widened as the hole grew and surrounded first the purple head then the long, thick pole of flesh. The young girl bore down into Sara’s inviting arms and her cries were swallowed up in Sara’s open mouth. A bead of saliva fell from his lips to were his flesh joined her body and he slowly fucked his cock in and out of her ass.

Cum burst from my cock and spilled over my fist as I watched the three bodies grinding together. His pace was faster and his strokes were deeper. Her voice cracked as he pulled her body back against him and he sat back on the rim of the tub. Sara climbed up between their spread thighs locking her mouth to the young girl’s empty cunt as his cock pistoned in and out of her ass from beneath. The girl collapsed back against him as the air ripped through his lungs and his cock sprang free from her tight grip spraying cum across Sara’s open lips and tongue.

I crawled back into my car, my legs like rubber. Over an hour had passed and I rushed back to the wedding trying to think of an excuse to tell my wife, but my head was a mess and filled with scenes I could only imagine were still taking place in our house. Luckily, a few drinks had not only cured Emma of her migraine but had played with her sense of time and my excuses were unnecessary. I trudged through the rest of the evening anxious to return home and see what I would find when I looked into Sara’s eyes.

Her ample chest was held by a thin, almost see-through strapless pink tank top. Her long elegant legs were exposed under a blue, stretchy miniskirt that rode up her thighs every step she took. She was glad the air wasn’t cold or she’d be facing a severe cold by the time she reached the apartment she called home.

She heard those footsteps again behind her and this time she turned to survey the area behind her. She turned back but put her hand in her small black purse, clutching the small can of mace in her right hand. All the TV stations were talking about the new story, The Gentleman Rapist. She had to be careful.

She was five minutes from home when she felt a hand on her mouth and an arm around her waist. Before she could so much as scream, she was lifted off her feet and was staring at a cold, blank wall. She was starting to fight back when the tip of a blade touched the skin on her throat. She heard a soft voice in her left ear.

“I would advise you not to scream.”

Her eyes widened. She prayed this was just a mugging and nothing else. Stupid her! She had lived in L.A. all of her twenty-three years and was still dumb enough not to buy a gun! She nodded hastily. The hand covering her mouth was removed.

“Good. We understand each other.” The blade stayed where it was though. “I am going to do something that might be unpleasant. Try not to make noise.”

Sasha felt the arm let go of her but her fears were soon confirmed when a cold hand touched her knee. She felt a shiver run through her spine.

“Oh dear, did I do that? Here, let me take care of that.”

The hand was removed and she heard leather being stretched and a bare hand touched her at the same spot. It slowly made its way up her leg. She was about to cry when it touched her panties. The hand didn’t move. She heard the voice again.

“What colour are they?”

“Blue,” she whispered.

“Ah, a fine choice. My favourite colour.”

The fingers tugged at her underwear and she felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. Her panties were down to her knees when she heard the voice again.

“Now, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will hurt you only if I have to.”

She silently complied and felt silk slid across her face and over her eyes. A knot was tied behind her head. A hand grasped her long raven hair and gently tugged them out of the knot. She knew the blindfold was a joke the second she opened her eyes. She could still see the wall through the thin material. Obviously, it was only to play with her.

The blade left her neck and descended to her kidney. A sharp prick made her gasp suddenly. He was telling her he could still kill her even if his position had changed. Her panties resumed their course along her shaved legs until they touched the pavement. The rapist lifted her legs one by one and stood up again. She heard him inhale slowly.

“Aaaah. Such sweet scent. Tell me, are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she squeaked. She had extracted the mace from her purse and was hiding it with her body. She heard a chuckle behind her and the blade returned to her throat.

“You should be if you’re seriously thinking about using that weapon, Miss.” She mentally gasped. Of course, he had seen the can, how stupider could she get? “I assure you there is no need to resort to violence. I am not one of those rapists, I am a gentleman.”

Sasha’s eyes widened more as she recalled what she had read about him. The Gentleman Rapist! At least, she would make it alive. She was still thinking as a hand slowly hiked her mini up her thighs. The Gentleman had a very particular Modus Operandi. He never killed his victims, was polite, tried to minimise any injury his victims could have and always (ALWAYS) made his prey come before him. The girls interviewed had said that he was gentle and always asked if he wasn’t hurting them or if they wanted him to wear a condom or something like that.

He was a strange dude. The few analyst that were on talk shows suggested that he stalked the city only for fun and that he was probably a well respected member of the society. He also never raped virgins. He had a count of twelve victims till now, with two more girls he had spared. As soon as he found out they were virgins, he apologised profusely and knocked them out using chloroform. He then carried them home and deposited them on their front door after calling the police.

Sasha was brought back to earth when a warm finger slowly touched her inner thigh. It slowly traced the outline of her lips. She suppressed a moan. Could it be that this rapist was seducing her instead of getting it on? She tried to block these thoughts from her head but it was hard with a finger playing with her, tantalisingly close to her entrance. It suddenly left its spot, making Sasha feel a pang of disappointment, immediately followed by guilt. She couldn’t be liking this could she?

“Could you put your arms behind your back, dear? I need to fix something.”

She complied, partly due to fear, partly due to excitement. She felt cold metal touch her wrists and a sharp click sounded. Handcuffs. She was trapped. With her arms around her back, The Gentleman as he called himself, could do whatever he wanted to her. The blade left her neck and was dropped on a wooden box nearby. The rapist leaned on her and smelled her shiny hair. He let out a contended moan and whispered something like vanilla. It was probably vanilla, for she had washed her hair with scented soap.

“Now, to business. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”

Sasha felt two hands on her thighs. The fingers slid to her pussy and started circling its lips. She shuddered as one finger grazed her opening. This guy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, what felt like two fingers plunged inside her. There was no resistance at all. The foreplay had aroused her just enough to wet her insides. She gasped silently. She was wondering why he hadn’t gagged her.

The fingers gently rubbed her walls. She could barely resist. Then she felt his warm breath on her legs. He’s gonna eat me! He did indeed eat her, lapping her pussy with his tongue opening her wider with his fingers. He delicately swirled his tongue around her flesh, rubbing her clit with his fingers, doing it with such expertise that she could no longer stop herself. She silently moaned as he rubbed her clit once again.

“Aha! Did I just hear you moan, girl? I’m glad you like that.”

He continued his thing for some time. Sasha couldn’t resist any further. She started moaning every time he lapped her cunny. Her body was betraying her as she felt a familiar sensation well up between her legs. She gasped, more loudly this time, as her orgasm overcame her. Her head was slightly bent backwards as she shuddered with forbidden release.

He didn’t miss a beat and steadily drank her fluids as it escaped her body, leaving a small trail down her legs. He affectionately patted her inner thighs and stood up. Sasha couldn’t see what he was doing form her position but somehow she could just picture him wiping his mouth with a hanky.

“Aaaah, that was refreshing. Nothing like some liquid to quench your thirst, wouldn’t you say? Now, did you enjoy that?”

She wouldn’t answer him this time. She felt a finger plop into her pussy suddenly and the voice was in her left ear again. Her hands were pressing into his stomach from behind. The finger was joined by his friend and, together, they danced a dance of pleasure and arousal as the voice spoke to her again.

“I’m sure you liked it. You can deny it but your body cannot lie.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Can you feel them?” they twisted around, trying to find her G-spot. “Can you say you really don’t like it?” the fingers found what they were looking for. “Can you say you want to come so badly you’ll do anything?” They were stimulating her, bringing her to the threshold of another orgasm. She wouldn’t last long, he was too good.

Sasha threw her head back as he pinched her clit with his other hand. Her mouth was open as a series of ragged moans emanated from her. The rapist’s shoulder was holding her head while his fingers continued their passionate dance. Her juices flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and part of her black Nikes. The fingers retreated and smeared some of her own secretions on her upper lip, under her nose. The scent was intoxicating.

“You cannot reasonably tell me this doesn’t excite you, can you?”

His fingers slowly smeared her juices on her lips, parting them slightly to spread some on her teeth. Sasha couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips, tasting herself and loving it. That guy knew which buttons to press.

His hands crept under her top and gave her chest a small squeeze. Her nipples hardened under the attention, a fact not lost to him. He pinched and massaged them with his fingers, tracing their outline under the pink material. She was getting warm all over. Her breathing was now ragged and noisy. The rapist knew she was enjoying it. He covered her breasts with his hands and slowly applied pressure. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure invade her synapses.

The hands drifted down to her love bud again. She heard a zipper open and some rustling behind her. Here it comes. He must have stepped out of his pants because she heard a belt as it fell to the pavement. The alley into which he had dragged her was dark and out of the way, perfect for his purposes. He stroked her hair almost passionately and kissed it gently. His hands settled on her hips.

“I must admit I am a bit lacking in this department, so you’ll excuse me if I’m not quite what you expect. I’m only just a modest eight inches.”

Sasha gasped as the head touched her lips. He rubbed it vertically along the slit, teasing her. Was he really a rapist? The cock slowly entered her, parting her lips and penetrating her easily. Foreplay really did wet things up. It slid in and out, making her moan. She tilted her head back so that it was once again resting on his shoulder. His right hand moved down to her clit.

He started rubbing it gently, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His remaining hand traveled to her c-cup and cupped one of her glorious mounds. She couldn’t resist anymore, she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. She heard a low chuckle behind her but it didn’t stop the great feeling between her legs.

He alternated between fast and hard strokes and incredibly gentle shallow ones. He was thrusting his finger in when his dick was going out. She was content to let herself fall into his embrace. He was by far the best shag she had ever had. Nothing like those guys who only thought about their dicks and their hairy balls. These just went in and got out faster that you can say “ejaculation”.

She felt another orgasm come close as he continued his intricate game. He somehow sensed this or was it just her increased breathing and body language that told him that? She could only tell that release was near.

It came with no warning. She threw her head back brutally into his right shoulder and ground her self into his loins as her secretions flooded her nether regions and exploded outwards, covering his prick and her legs. He didn’t slow down though, if anything he accelerated. She heard his balls slap against her ass as she cummed continuously.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled and popped his fingers inside her and brought them to her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, tasting that wonderful thing. He then placed his two hands on her hips and started pumping. He thrust harder and faster each time until he was slamming himself into her. She couldn’t quite breathe, making half-choked gasps every time he entered her.

She almost screamed by the time he pressed his loins inside her, pushing his seed into her womb. She felt each squirt hit the walls inside her. His spunk was warm and felt so right inside her. For a while, she had forgotten this was a rape. He sighed and withdrew, leaving the mixture of their secretions dribble to the cold pavement.

“You know, this is by far the best sex I have had in a while. I didn’t know it would be so enjoyable.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“What’s your name by the way?”

She was surprised that he had asked that. “Sasha.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Perhaps we should meet again, Sasha.”

She was thinking the same thing. She heard the handcuffs unsnap and suddenly her hands were free. She was whirled around until she was facing her tormentor. He was wearing a silly black mask over his eyes, but this, combined with the shadows from the alley, made him unrecognisable.

She was breathing more heavily now. What did he have in mind? He was naked, having taken his shirt off during the act. He was smiling. She began to feel a pang of fear. Maybe he was going to kill her. She was surprised when he put her arms around his waist and cuffed them behind his back. They were now pressed closely together. Her hands could move anywhere along his back up to his shoulders. She felt something nudge her on the leg. She looked down to see his glorious erection. It was about eight inches long, as he had told her.

He slid her mini up and slipped inside her with a wet sound. She gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth started to kiss her neck. His arms were on her hips. He stayed embedded inside her and concentrated on her neck. His tongue slowly licked her neck and moved to her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, tongue-wrestling him. He knew his stuff.

Her mouth was getting all the attention that, minutes ago, her pussy was getting. He played with her hair and kissed her deeply before pulling back. He slid his hands on her thighs and lifted them until she was in a seated position and her back was pressed against the wall. He started to hump her. It was slow at first but he quickly fastened his pace.

Sasha squeezed her legs shut around his waist as he pummeled her, hurting her a bit when her lower back hit the brick wall. She was moaning like crazy now, her voice driving her to this state of extreme arousal. Her nails – which were not particularly long – were digging holes in his bare back.

He let go of her left leg and instead, raised her top off her breasts. She tightened her hold on his waist so that her leg was still tightly coiled around him. He started to slow his pace and fondle her chest. She moaned as he pinched her left nipple, sending a sting of pain to her nerves. He roughly squeezed and twisted it until she almost cried. Then he let it go and latched onto the fleshy mound and started to suckle it. She dug her nails deeper into his back until she felt a wetness that could only be blood.

His strokes were now deep and slow, crashing her back into the wall every time he penetrated her. He alternated between her left and right breasts, using his hand on the one he wasn’t suckling. She felt the now familiar feeling stir between her legs. She tried to halt its relentless march but failed miserably. She screamed into the warm night, a scream that was quickly muffled by his tongue. She desperately sucked on it as she came like a hose, spraying her legs and his genitals with her love juice.

He let go of her chest and placed his hands on her hips again. Her legs were now hanging almost limp in his embrace. She was still recovering from the steaming orgasm that had left her ears buzzing and her heart pounding. He thrust his whole length inside her now. He started slow then hastened and slammed in and out of her pussy, until she was moaning again. He lasted an eternity it seemed and as he crashed into her, Sasha vaguely remembered that she wasn’t on the pill.

It seemed pretty silly to have that thought right now. The Gentleman emptied his balls into her open cunt with one final thrust and ground himself into her. She felt his dick spasm as jets of sperm hit her walls. She felt him slacken and he put his forehead on her left shoulder.

“That certainly was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same as I do.”

She could not answer, the fire inside her body still raging. He took off the cuffs and turned her around, once again pinning her arms behind her back. She did not protest. She heard him pick up something, probably a cloth to clean himself. Her body slumped against the wall, trying vainly to stay upright.

Sasha felt the liquid slowly leaking out of her and crawling down her legs. Labored breathing echoed in the dark alley behind her, matching her own. A wooden crate creaked; The Gentleman was recuperating too. Her eyes sought out something to sit on in the dim light. An upturned bucket. She mentally shrugged. It was better than nothing.

She studied her surroundings while the blood roaring in her brain subsided. Her attacker – lover? – was looking at her with expressionless eyes. She shuddered, thinking of the stories she had grown up with: women killed after being raped, serial rapists who liked to take a souvenir, countless unsolved murders… Why was he different?

She forgot her probing when he suddenly got up. He smiled reassuringly as he strode to her and lifted her to her feet, holding her right armpit. There was a large crate further down the alley. He pushed her towards it, deeper in the shadows. Her pressed her head on the cold surface of the wood, bending her like a doll, so that her ass was sticking out towards him. He was going to do it again.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he entered her once again. This time, he was slowly moving in and out of her, with not a care in the world. There was a sharp intake of air each time he filled her. He would let himself sink inside her quickly, slip out excruciatingly slowly then repeat the procedure. In the middle of the act, he caught a fistful of her black hair and gave it a small tug. She raised her head slightly, mouth ajar, moans coming out at regular intervals.

She was surprised when he stuffed a damp cloth inside her mouth. Her muffled cry of surprise was quickly replaced by a moan as he slammed her once before resuming his slow penetration. Her tongue tasted her juices. It was her panties! She forgot to struggle when one of his fingers wormed itself into her puckered hole, twisting and writhing like a live snake.

She gasped through the cloth as he worked her hole almost roughly at times. She almost lost her self in the ecstasy when he pulled both his finger and his dick out of her. She was surprised to feel trepidation. The man had given her so much pleasure she could only wish for more. She almost screamed with horror when she felt his dickhead push into her asshole.

She felt a tingle at first. The tingle became a major discomfort as he pushed further inside. The discomfort turned to pain; the pain turned to agony before his entire shaft was plunged into her tight puckered hole. She numbly realized she was screaming uselessly while her anal ring convulsed around the intruder. The panties muffled the shouts to a bare whisper, hearable only in the alley.

She cried bitter tears of pain, humiliation and shame as the grip on her hair tightened. A sharp tug brought her head up with a muffled cry. She felt the invader stir; it moved slowly at first, quickly picking up speed. Each thrust seemed to rip a layer of her skin. A deep, almost evil laughter echoed in the dark alley as she was raped by this “gentleman”…

He roughly slapped her ass, squeezing each cheek alternately, all the while tugging at her raven hair. His movements rivaled those he had made earlier, slamming her ass roughly. She screamed continuously in her panties as each thrust seemed to pierce her skin. She felt she would throw up or worst. It came as a very surprising… surprise that after a while, she felt a small pang of pleasure.

The pang quickly became a sharp jab. She felt it every time the cock slid home. She stopped crying, stopped struggling as he fucked her like a toy. She unconsciously pushed her ass towards his hips. He laughed and pulled her hair tighter. He suddenly increased his rhythm to a frantic pace, once again ripping muffled screams out of her before emptying his bowels in her ass.

Her ass felt strangely hollow as he exited her puckered hole. She heard a small zap behind her. She turned her head to look. He was holding a stun stick, the kind used in jails to keep inmates docile. Her eyes widened visibly with fear as he approached her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for my safety.” He put the stick down beside her face and leaned towards her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry about the last part, but if I didn’t, it would hardly be called a rape. Don’t try to contact the police, I’ll take the necessary precautions to erase every physical proof on your body.”

She didn’t protest as the scent of chloroform filled her nose.

 

She woke up in her bed, covered in blankets, naked. Her clothes had been pilled in a corner of her room. There was a small piece of paper on her night table. It read “Remember”. Her sore ass was a good souvenir if she forgot the note. She painfully rose and went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and wept as she felt the skin around her asshole.

 

Three days later, the newspapers all had a new heading: “The Gentle man Strikes Again! Where Is The Police?” Sasha read the article wordlessly and drank her morning coffee. She finished it and went inside. Her thin robe protected her from the slight chill in the air. She thought she heard a sound behind her. A sudden prick at her neck made her inhale sharply.

“Miss me?”

She knew this voice! Three nights ago, in that dark alley! He had come back for more…

She swallowed. “Yes…”

Suganya demanded him to fuck her harder and he duly obliged, grabbing her right thigh for leverage and pushing his cock deep into her soaked cunt aggressively. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! OHHHHH!” shouted Suganya as she got the shag of her life.

Dom groped her breasts, and the lusty couple switched positions to have Suganya’s legs over his shoulders. He gave her several hard thrusts kissing her legs, as she continued to moan in ecstasy.

Dom leant down again to work on her neck and shoulders as his motioning hit her beautiful arse.

The room developed a musky aroma from the frenzied love making as he picked up Suganya and grabbing her tight arse, started fucking the beauty against the wall.

She groaned loudly as his eight inches of man meat entered her. “Stop! STOP! You’re pushing too hard, uh UH!” she begged. Dom ignored her pleas as he continued to fulfil his fantasies.

He grabbed her arse harder and Suganya held on tight as she continued to get mercilessly pounded by the young stud.

Anyway the night of our meal came around quick and when we were ready (after hours of watching them decide what to ware) we ordered a cab and set off.  We actually arrived for out meal half an hour earlier so decided to have a few drinks while we waited leanne looked really greatful as i bought her her 3rd double vodka and redbull and looked me in the eyes rested her arm on mine and said thank "you big bro" i gotta be honest i have thought about her in a sexual way before but until she looked at me like that i always just saw her as katies little sister.  My cock was hard as a rock after an hour of sitting across the table staring at leanne.  Expecially when she droped her napkin and bent down to pick it up,  she caught the table corner on way back up and it pulled her top down i clearly got sight of her nipple before she casually pulled her top up again and smiled at me.

we went to the bar side again after our meal for a load more drinks and then onto a club!  Katie saw a couple of old friends and was stood talking to them for a while in there but i didnt mind as i got to dance with leanne,   As we were dancing i was holding her hips and she was grinding her crotch on mine she must of felt my hard on thinking about it that may of been the reason she was doing it.  I looked at Katie and asked her to take over while i went to the toilet so she danced with her sister.

As i returned from the toilet(which was hard to pee with a hard on) i saw the most erotic thing i ever had there hands were all over each others back down to there bums the back of the head looking into each others eyes i could clearly tell kate was horny i have seen that look a million times but i waited at the side of the dancefloor to see if anything else happened.  Nothing did and they slowly walked back over to me  i saw they never had a drink and a felt it was my duty to get them a large one! 

They were both looking a bit worse for ware so i offered to get them a taxi which i promptly ordered,  The way home me and kate sat in back and leanne in front.  I needed to sit with her i had a boner so hard i needed her to do something about it.  kate leaned forward and unzipped me releasing my cock god it needed to be free but it wasnt for long no sooner was it out it was in her mouth which obviously felt tonnes better!  i rested my head back and enjoyed her lips working my cock and her free hand massaging my sack and stroking my ass.  Looking at the roof of the taxi i glanced down to make sure leanne or worse the taxi driver were not aware and i saw leanne with her pocket mirror out pretending to adjust her make up staring right at me with the biggest smile on her face no sooner did i see her than i felt my sack tighten and my spunk erupted in the back of katies throat,  i dont think leanne knew what was happening before i moaned and bit my lip to try and keep quiet but she move her mirror down and she saw her sister with a mouthful of my cock and spunk running down her chin she span round looking right at me with her mouth open looking shocked and then looking at her sister she spanked her ass and told her she was a naughty girl,  she was like.  The taxe driver was aware and laughed at leanne he told her that happened all the time! 

We all got back to mine and kates flat (appartment!) in the early hours and it looked like leanne was ready for bed as she just crashed out on the sofa me and kate went to bed as soon as i was in the room she jumped me sticking her tongue in my mouth i could still taste my cum on her as she pushed me back onto the bend and again proceeded to suck my cock,  i was moaning and groaning and i accidently moaned out leannes name

"its ok babe u can fantasize about fucking my little sister i know shes sexy,"  she said to me and i nearly shot in her mouth again before removing it from her mouth i wanted more

"i wanna do more than fantasize about her babe," i said

"well shes out there and looks unconsious to me," i nearly cum without touching myself then! 

We both went to the sofa as quietly as we could and surely enough she was there snorring on her back i looked at kate and motioned towards leannes tits to make sure this was definatly ok with her,  she nodded so i slowly lifted her little flimsy top up till it exposed all of her tits and looked at kate again

"go on u suck them while i suck u,"  mmmm i couldnt refuse as i bent over and sucked on her nipples while her sister sucked me i was in xtc again!  i pulled kate by the hair up to me and whispered

"u suck them," I watched again as she didnt argue just bent over and took her sisters nipple in her mouth i lifted her skirt up i wanted to taste her pussy but she was in the wrong position i couldnt get there withour waking her so i lifter kates skirt  and ripped her knickers off before forcing my cock up her nicely trimmed tight pussy.  i fucked kate for about 5 minutes before leanne moved in her sleep into a position i could get to her pussy,  but i was fucking a nice pussy so i told kate to finger her

"play with her clit babe,"  i said to her

"i cant im sure it will wake her up,"

"well taste it kate i wanna see u lick out your little sister,"

"so do i,  i have been dying to cum all night!" leanne said looking into her sister eyes and immediatly kate shook and screamed as her orgasm took her by surprise

realising she was awake all the time i took kates hair and pushed her down into leannes mound she took to it striaght away looking like she loved it as im sure she did.  leanne looked at me for the 1st time since we started and said

"hi big bro, hope u saved some from the taxi for me?"

"of course sis im gonna cum soon do u want this load?"

"no next one please cum inside my sister

I looked at kate again she looked up with leannes pussy juice all over her face i told leanne to lick it off so she sat up  and proceeded to lick kates face all over her mouth her cheeks he chin all over she was covered in it,  she then stood up and cam behind me i was in doggy posision and she laid on her back with her head under us i started to lick kates pussy then my cock as it came out she would occasionally move back down to suck on my balls then she stuck her tongue up my ass

"yeah do that im gonna cum!!!!"  i groaned as i realeased my cum up kates pussy as leannes tongue was up my ass best cum ever.

I removed my cock and leanne told kate to stay in that posision as she got in doggy behind her offering me her ass as she licked kates ass and the cum from her pussy too,  immediatly i plunged into leannes pussy before she stoped me and removed my cock she looked at me and frowned then replaced my cock at the entrance to her ass

"fuck me in my nasty ass please bro?"

i love nasty talk so i smiled and said

"thats what bros are for sis,"

i entered her ass and she screamed in pain

"aahhhhh yeah harder bro fucking shag me harder!!"

i started to pound into her hard as i could as she started to spank her sis

"yeah i love my sisters pussy!"

smack she spanks her again

"god sis i love bros cock up my ass its fucking soooo nice!"

she cocked her leg up as she was on all fours and i reached under and played with her clit,  Kate started to shake again and came all over her sisters mouth,  it was soon leannes turn and she started to buck and writhe about

"yeah god bro fuck me fuck me fuck my ass FUCK ME HARDER!!!! IM CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!"

now its my turn!

Katie comes over and starts to kiss me deep Leanne pulls off me and  kneels facing me

"i want your cum,"

sure i say as kate stops kissing me and goes round back and kneels herself down puts her tongue up my ass again while leanne puts my cock deep in her throat and gives me the best blowjob of my life coupled with katie giving me deep rimjob im there in seconds

i explode in leannes mouth with more venom than ever before!  she kisses kate before swallowing the lot then turns to me smiling as she comes over kissing me again and says

"if kate lets u do me again ill do anything to either of u anytime or anywhere u want,"

with that i was ready to go again! just hope Kate lets me