“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 

Rachel was just about to get dressed when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.  She grabbed her housecoat to cover her nude body, before going downstairs to answer it.   She opened the front door and was startled to find her mother standing there looking unnerved.  “We have to talk Rachel,” she said.  Rachel and her mother went to the kitchen and sat down on a couple of chairs.   “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Rachel braced herself for the news.  Her 62-year-old mother was always composed yet today she was anything but.  “Rachel, you knew that your father left us right after you were first born but I never said why.  It is time you knew.”   Rachel took a deep breath and waited for her mother to continue.

“Your dad and I were prepared to have you, Rachel, but when I got pregnant we found out I was carrying twins.   We panicked, so young and to have 2 babies to raise was too much for your dad and I.  He ran out on us soon after you and your identical twin sister were born.”  

“Rachel, I tried my best to take care of both of you but I couldn’t handle it.  I didn’t know what to do.  My parents refused to help me after I got pregnant without being married.  They considered me a disgrace and refused for years to have anything to do with us.  I had no choice, Rachel, I gave your twin up for adoption.”

Rachel was totally shocked to find out she had a twin she never knew existed, an identical twin at that.  She had seen a faraway look on her mother’s eyes at times but had never suspected she had a sibling somewhere.  She had always been an only child.  Not anymore.  Before she had a chance to absorb it all, her mother proceeded with her story.

“Sandra, your twin, contacted me by phone.  She found out through a private investigator that I was her mother and she wants to meet me and you, Rachel.  Will you come with me to see her tomorrow?  She and her husband Keith will be flying up from California.  We had a long talk and she seemed to really understand what I went through.  She said she just wants to get to know us, her family.”  

Rachel and her mother embraced, tears in their eyes.   “Of course I will go with you.  She’s my sister.”   It was all arranged, Tom would pick both Rachel and her mother up and the 3 of them would go to the airport to meet and greet their new kin.

Waiting at the terminal was tense for all of them.  When the plane arrived and the doors opened, the passengers flocked out.   Then peering out from the crowd, Rachel saw her likeness.  It was eerie at first, when her sister stood in front of her like a mirror image.   Sandra felt the same uneasiness. 

Sandra and her mother hugged first, both visibly moved by the mother-daughter reunion.  Rachel and her sister’s turn followed, not as snug an embrace, but they were clearly affected.  

The siblings became aware of the men that stood beside each sister.  Tom was introduced to Sandra.  Rachel noticed him glancing over at Sandra then back to her several times.  Tom was muscular, making sure to fit workouts into his schedule.  His boyish face and charm evident, even during the small talk made during that initial meeting. 

Keith was a 6’1 black hunk of a man.  Unlike Tom who had a full head of hair, Keith’s was shaved off.   Much as she tried to hide it, Rachel felt strangely aroused by his presence.  He was the first black man she had ever shook hands with in her life.  His strong hand held hers for a brief but tingling moment.  Their introductions completed, they all headed out of the airport, luggage in hand.

It had all been planned out.  To get to know each other better, Rachel and Tom would have Sandra and Keith as guests in their home for 3 months.  Both Sandra and Keith arranged time off work, leaving their company in the hands of their well-trusted and capable assistant.  She would call them on their cell phones if anything arose.  This would be a time to get to know the family that Sandra had finally found after years of searching.

Sandra and Keith stayed in the guest room, which had a queen sized bed and quaint furniture.   Each morning they took a shower and then went downstairs for breakfast.  Rachel was proud of her culinary talents and the meals she served them exemplified her skills. 

Despite the fact it had been a few weeks since her new sibling’s arrival, Sandra and Rachel hadn’t really warmed up to each other.   Rachel sensed Sandra’s resentment that Rachel had been the one their mother chose to raise.  Rachel wasn’t used to her mother calling and asking to speak to Sandra instead of her, or asking to go shopping or other venues with Sandra.  They both needed a period of adjustment to get used to their new situation.

Sandra, Rachel and their mother were having breakfast one morning, a week later.  Keith was running behind schedule Sandra said, he wouldn’t be joining them.  Sandra then suggested that the three of them should go out shopping.   She knew that Rachel would refuse; she had some cooking and baking to do for an upcoming charity event that she told Sandra about.  Sandra feigned forgetfulness but as predicted, Rachel the considerate one, said the two should go without her.  Rachel was seething as she told them to have fun.

After they left, Rachel went upstairs and began removing her housecoat and nightgown; she was about to get dressed.   She heard Keith calling Sandra to bring him a towel.  Always the gracious host and since Sandra wasn’t there, Rachel took a towel from the linen closet. 

She opened the door to the washroom, intending to place the towel near the shower, so he could grab it when he came out.  Instead she found Keith, stark naked and wet, his rippled muscles and big soft black cock, a sight to behold.  Rachel could only imagine what his prick looked like hard, and the thought stirred her.  Seeing her there, Rachel didn’t have long to wait.  His manhood sprang to life. 

As she stared at the obvious assets this young Denzel Washington look-alike possessed, she was embarrassed.  Keith didn’t notice; he was too busy gazing at her chest.  She was horrified when she realized, in her haste to get him the towel, her dressing gown had some buttons opened.  Her firm breasts and protruding nipples were fully exposed to this tall, dark, and handsome man. 

Rachel knew she should turn away but she was spellbound.   Keith advanced towards Rachel and upon reaching her, his thick lips brushed against hers. Inserting his eager tongue inside her yielding mouth, Rachel responded.  Their exploration of each other’s mouths left both wanting for more; the hunger for each other evident in their passionate kiss.

Keith swiftly removed her dressing gown, throwing it to the ground.  As Keith moved his hands to Rachel’s glorious tits, her arm instinctively edged towards his magnificent instrument.  She could feel its hardness in her hand.  Stroking all along the shaft, his throbbing member grew from the sensations her touch elicited. 

His fingers circled the boundary of her nipples, before his face lowered to suck on them.  Looking down on this gorgeous black specimen grabbing her perked left nipple with his teeth, stirred up feelings in Rachel that she had assumed Tom had all but killed with his lackluster lovemaking.  Her moans of awakened pleasure filled the room.

Keith’s luscious full lips felt wonderful on her nipples, and as he took each into his welcoming mouth, he used three fingers to enter her soaking cunt.  Her hips swayed in tempo with his fingers’ rhythmic probing into and out of her most sensitive area.  “Oh God, I’m Cumming,” Rachel cried out and her outpouring covered his now drenched fingers.

Removing his digits from her wet pussy, he licked the cum off one of them.  “MMMMMM.  You taste delicious Rachel” Keith said,  “Have some.”   He rubbed another of his moist fingers on her lips; she parted them for him to put his finger inside her mouth.  “Delectable?”  Keith asked.  Rachel nodded in agreement.

“We’ll have to share the last one,” Keith announced.  He put it back in her pussy for replenishment.  Sticking the upper part of his finger in his mouth, he sucked on it savoring her fluids; Rachel moved her tongue along the base, licking up her pussy juices.  Reaching for each other, their tongues entwined as her cum flowed in their mouths.

Keith took Rachel’s hand off his erect cock and led her to the bathtub.  He opened the water and as it flowed down, he took the nearby bar of soap and lathered her body.  He lingered on her tits, licking them, as the warm water rinsed the suds off.  She wanted to feel him in her mouth. 

She got down on her knees, her back facing the knobs; she lavished his dark prick with her warm tongue as her saliva dripped down all over it.   Every inch of his manhood was wet, the shaft and the massive swollen head.  She made sure to lick every inch of his hot rod and his balls got the same treatment. 

Rachel was thirsty for his cum; she was thirsty for his touch; she was thirsty for him.  When her mouth took hold of the cock she, god help her, had dreamed about, Rachel sucked it deep, looking up at his blazing black eyes staring down upon her.  Keith had a smile on his face and when his moans emitted from his mouth, she sucked him more fervently.  Sucking his heavy balls after, elicited an even stronger reaction.

“Rachel I want to take you now, doggy style,” Keith said.  The thought of this gorgeous creature fucking her made her pussy pulsate.  He gently lifted her off her knees and turned her towards the knobs.  Leaning on the shower wall, she positioned herself for him to be able to enter.  He enjoyed the view of her round ass facing him.

Putting in a finger to her pussy as a prelude to his prick, he moved it in and out.  The water flowed on her back and downwards as his throbbing dick made its entrance into her yearning pussy.  Keith thrust his cock back and forth repeatedly; Rachel never knew such sensations of lust.  “Fuck me harder and faster,” Rachel begged. Her moans intensified as he followed her plead.

Keith’s black prick shot a hot load of cum into her milky white pussy; Rachel’s effusive secretion covered his cock.  It was then they became aware of their audience; Sandra was staring at them from near the tub.  Keith shut the water as his abundant release dropped down Rachel’s legs.

“Sandra, I am so sorry.  Please forgive me.  I didn’t mean for this to happen.”  Rachel stammered as she looked at Keith for his support and reiteration.  It was then that Rachel realized that Sandra didn’t seem upset by what she saw; in fact, she was smiling.  For that matter, Keith wasn’t fazed at being caught.  Something was amiss.

Rachel and Keith stepped out of the bathtub and Rachel scooped up her housecoat and put it on.  Keith saw no reason to cover his considerable assets so the three of them went downstairs and sat on the couch.  Keith sat in the middle with the two siblings on either side. 

Keith and Sandra came clean.  They admitted they had discussed having Rachel join them in some sexual fun.  Theirs was an open marriage and the fact Rachel was an identical twin was too arousing to let an opportunity pass by.  Sandra considered approaching Rachel but she knew her sister wouldn’t agree unless the temptation was overwhelming.  So they felt this was the way to make it happen. 

Rachel was upset with their deception and at herself for falling so easily into their trap.  She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to Keith.  The dried up cum on her legs would have belied her saying she didn’t enjoy their sexual encounter. 

Keith began nibbling on Rachel’s neck as his fingers made its way back into her pussy. Sandra got off the sofa and bent down in front of Keith’s aroused cock.  She gave her husband a blowjob as she looked over at his fingers in her sister’s cunt.  Sandra could taste the remnants of her sister’s release all over his prick. 

Keith’s cock erupted in Sandra’s mouth, his cum dripping out of it.  Keith took his fingers out of Rachel’s pussy and pulled Rachel down with him onto the rug in front of the roaring fireplace.  Keith licked Sandra’s face as she drew near and then kissed her intensely as Rachel watched.  “Ride my cock Rachel.  You know you want to baby,” Keith said.   He was right. 

Rachel stroked Keith’s throbbing dick with her eager hand, while using her other hand to massage his balls.  Poised to mount him, her stimulated pussy easily slid down his long and thick and oh-so-hard black pole.

Sandra raised herself from the carpet and as her sister fucked her husband, Sandra straddled her cunt over his face.  Moans filled the air.  Licking one sister’s gushing pussy and then sucking her swollen clit, while her likeness moved up and down his charged cock, made Keith’s dick burst.  Both sisters screamed out as they came simultaneously, Sandra’s outpouring all over Keith’s face while Rachel’s fluids trickled down Keith’s prick.

This would only be the first of their many secret threesomes.   Tom would never approve, Rachel felt, so she didn’t tell him.  One day a few weeks later, Keith and the 2 sisters were upstairs in the master bedroom.  It was lunchtime and all were hungry, but not for food.  Their stomachs had already been filled. 

Sandra and Rachel were lying on the king sized bed, spread eagle.   Keith had just finished satiating his wife by licking her cunt until she came profusely; it was now Rachel’s turn.  Keith moved to where Rachel’s fingers were rubbing her clit.  His baldhead between her thighs, his nose smelling her pussy’s sweet aroma, he was twirling his tongue all along her slit. 

Rachel was squirming from his licks; his deep pilgrimages into her moist cunt, made her loudly moan.   So loud that she didn’t hear Tom come into the room until he yelled out “OMG, what is going on here?”  Rachel could tell this wasn’t another set-up.  Tom’s ashen face scared her. 

She noticed that along with his anger, his cock was stirred up.  It was fully erect.  His eyes were glancing all over Sandra’s body and fixated on her wet cunt.   “Why don’t you lick Sandra’s pussy?” Keith asked Tom. “Taste her.”  

“Go ahead Tom,” Rachel added.  “Eat her cunt. It’s ok.”  Tom couldn’t resist the inviting pussy that lay ahead of him, so close that he could almost feel her juices.  He didn’t want “almost”, he wanted to savor it.   Looking over at his wife first and then her twin, Tom went to the bed and edged to Sandra’s smoothly shaved honey pot; his wet tongue glided along Sandra’s wanting slit and then he drove it in as far as he could. 

Parallel to Tom and Sandra in the same bed, Keith went back to Rachel’s waiting pussy.  Slurping sounds from the men and moans from the women rang out.  Each husband was pleasuring his sister-in-law.

Keith’s talented tongue made Rachel squirt 4 times.  Keith’s face was awash from her flow.  Tom reveled in the intoxicating smell of Sandra’s cunt, his nose brushing up against it as Sandra pushed his head closer.  He fingered her pussy as he licked. 

Hearing some squeaking Tom peered up; he watched as Keith’s ebony oversized prick was thrusting in his wife.  He had a twinge of jealousy but Sandra’s high-pitched moans, in response to his fingers’ insertions, diverted his attention.  He lapped up Sandra’s pussy juices and wanted to fill up her hole with his cock. 

Tom gently pulled Sandra to the edge of the bed.  Standing up in front of it, he plunged his excited dick into her cunt.   “Fuck me.  OOOOOOOHHHHHH yes, that feels soooooo good,” Sandra uttered.  Over and over he fucked her as Sandra rubbed her clit.  Glancing over at his wife getting banged only heightened the force of his prick as he fucked his sister-in-law. 

Rachel glanced over at her husband’s cock probing in and out of her sibling’s cunt. Her state of arousal increased by the feelings it evoked.  After filling up Sandra’s pussy, Tom said to his wife “I want to fuck your ass Rachel.”  Was this the same husband that never wanted to try anal?   Rachel couldn’t believe it. 

Sandra got off the bed and sat on a nearby chair.  She wanted a good view of what was to come.  Keith drew out of Rachel and lay flat on the bed.  Rachel slid down his cock and leaned forward towards Keith. 

Tom asked Sandra to come over to him and when Sandra did as asked, he put his fingers in her wet cunt.  Sandra sat back down on the chair as Tom lubricated Rachel’s ass with her sibling’s juices.   As his cum-covered cock entered her virgin ass, gently then harder, her tits bounced in Keith’s face.  “MMMMMMM pound my pussy, pound my ass,” Rachel cried out.  Keith and Tom filled her two holes as Sandra rubbed her clit, enjoying the show. 

All satiated, Sandra went and lay down in Keith’s arms while Rachel and Tom cuddled beside them.   After Keith and Sandra returned to the guestroom, Rachel and Tom had a long talk.

Rachel admitted to Tom how unsatisfied she had been with their lovemaking.  They concluded that they needed to add some excitement to their routine, make some time for romance, and they both did enjoy the swapping.   It was agreed they would try it again with another couple after Sandra and Keith returned home, not to mention having it with Sandra and Keith as often as possible before they left.  

When Sandra and Keith’s visit came to an end, Rachel was genuinely sorry to see them leave.  Sandra felt equally sad to part.  It was strange how mate swapping brought the two sisters closer.

After their heart-to-heart, Tom began coming straight home from work and started a tradition of bringing Rachel a rose nightly.  Once a week was romance night.  Rachel and Tom would get dressed up to the nines and go to a nice restaurant.  Their evening of dinner and dancing was followed by sex at home, while the kids would stay at their friends’ houses overnight. Once in awhile, Tom would splurge, and he and Rachel would spend the night at a ritzy hotel.   

Sex was no longer a routine.  Tom bought Rachel a sexy black lace negligee and some sex toys for them to play with.  They communicated how they felt and when something wasn’t to their mutual satisfaction they worked on it until it pleasured them both. 

Keith and Sandra invited Rachel and Tom to California to have a long visit with them, whenever they could make it. 

Their 25^th anniversary fast approaching, Rachel and Tom reminisced about the visit that revitalized their marriage.  It was a family reunion that none of them would ever forget.