I had just turned of age but you wouldn’t know it by the look of me. I had hips that accentuated my narrow waistline and my breasts already filled a B-cup; Hair was beginning to sprout in places it never had before. I was really quite proud of the figure now reflected to me by the bathroom mirror as I ran my hands over it looking for any new changes. I didn’t hear Matt come bounding down the stairs and turned to find him starring wide-eyed at my naked form. “Matt, get out of here!” I cried. Blushing his eyes turned slowly to the floor as he left the room pulling the door shut behind him. I suppose I should have expected it as an old house like this did not afford one much privacy.

 We lived in a century-plus old home that still had an oil-fired boiler in the clay basement. The rooms were small and cramped for the most part. My parent’s bedroom was in the front of the house off the living room. The living room merged onto the office/den area was than merged with the kitchen. Mom’s sewing room was off the den and the only bathroom in the house was off the kitchen. In the bathroom was a door that opened onto a set of stairs that led to the attic, which had been converted to a pair of bedrooms for my brother and I. Only problem was my brother had to walk through my bedroom to get to the stairs and as I grew older I became more self-conscious about each trek.

 My brother, who is a couple years older than me, is quite the techno-nerd. He always had his nose buried in a book or he was bent over his workbench building one of his engineering projects. He was tall and lanky for his age but had the most infectious grin, which could light up a room. When he wasn’t in school he was involved in some project the local community theater was putting on. He worked as a stagehand helping to build and paint the sets. I had ballet lessons after school three days a week and contemporary dance on the other two. Our mom kept us busy and didn’t allow television in the home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom but she really loaded on the after school activities. We rarely had time for fun and were at a loss for what to do with ourselves when we did have free time. I suppose that is probably why what happened, did.

 I had noticed my brother was acting strange lately and tried to chalk it up to curiosity. I would catch glimpses of him peeking at me when I changed or took a shower. I swear he would take every opportunity to bump into me or brush up against me. With our living arrangements he had a lot of opportunities.

 I remember it was on one particularly cold December Night that I climbed in to bed after piling it high with quilts. The heap of quilts didn’t seem to be much help in warding off the winter chill as I lay shivering in my bed. In the darkness I heard my brother’s door open and the quick patter of his feet on the bare wooden floor, which drew to a halt at my bedside. “Sis, mind if I join you, it’s awful cold?” came his request out of the darkness. We had slept together in previous years so I didn’t see a problem. I raised the covers to allow him to crawl in and he was in, in a flash. Pressing his shivering form against my own. His shivering become more pronounced and from the darkness I heard his voice ask, “Mind if I hold you?” I sighed and rolled over to face him wrapping my arms around his quivering form. “Go to sleep!” I ordered and I felt his head nod an agreement as I drifted off. I remember how safe and warm I felt in his embrace. I don’t know how long I had been asleep but I woke to the oddest sensation of warmth spreading through my body and my heart was racing. I found one leg had fallen back to allow a hand to insinuate itself between my legs, one finger was rubbing a bump there ever so gently. That’s when I realized one side of my nightgown had been pulled up to my hip. I asked Matt, “What’s happening?” He replied, “Am I hurting you? I’ll stop if I am.” I had to think about that for a bit. Whatever he was doing it felt good and I really didn’t want him to stop. “No, don’t stop,” came my raspy reply. As time passed I found my heart raced faster and my breathing came in shot quick gasps, ripples traveled across my belly. “It would feel even better with out our clothes on, you know?” he said. As I thought about this I heard him say, “You trust me don’t you?” That was a stupid question, of course I did. I sat up and pulled of my nightgown and I lay back down to turn and hold him again and found he was naked as well. I liked the feel of his bare skin touching mine and snuggled closer to him. I felt something brush between my legs and insinuate itself against the folds of my womanhood. I swear it throbbed against me. Now it was Matt’s turn to have difficulty breathing and this worried me (as Matt was seriously asthmatic). Quietly I asked him, “Are you all right?” “No,” came his reply, “I need you to help me,” he blurted. I asked him how and he replied that he would show me. He pushed me on my back and lay on top of me. “Open your legs,” he demanded. As I did so I felt his hand fumbling between our legs and something pressed against my pee hole forcing its way in. It felt as if he was splitting me in two and I told him he was hurting me and to stop. His breathing was getting really erratic and I heard him say accusingly, “I thought you wanted to help me.” Guiltily I replied, “I do.” “Than let me do this, you’ll see,” he rasped. Our pause had allowed my body to grow accustomed to this intruder. Again he pushed more of his girth into me and I felt my body struggle to accommodate him. The next push he seemed to bounce off an obstruction causing me to winch and wrap arms around his neck. Frustrated, I felt him draw back and his muscles tense as he lunged forward tearing the obstruction apart and causing me to bite down on his shoulder and tears rolled down my face. The pain had peaked, it now began to recede and I found myself trying to raise my body to meet his thrusts. Each time he thrust in he would withdraw more slowly only to thrust in harder and faster with each stroke. The world around me faded away until my entire mind was focused on the wonderful feelings this interloper was evoking in me. I felt warmth, which became a growing flame deep within my body. His pole’s thrust fanning the flames of my desire. The deeper he drove, the deeper I wanted him too. I was disappointed when he withdrew and rejoiced when he drove back into me. My hands stretched behind me to anchor my body and give me leverage to raise my hips tilting my pelvis up to meet his harder and faster.  I was having difficulty catching my breath and the muscles in my body were drawn taut by my desire to achieve, what? I finally felt his pubic hair entangle with my own and thought he would stop. I was wrong he became a man possessed, he would pull his pole almost out of me only to drive it in with all his might driving the wind out of me. Whatever he was doing, my body was helping him do it. By now both of us were gasping and groaning. Something changed deep within me and I felt the tip of his pole swell and something hot slammed into my body triggering a series of uncontrolled muscle spasms in my body. I opened my mouth to scream with joy and his mouth covered mine his tongue battling with mine. My arms shot around his neck and I held on for dear life as we sank back on the bed. We lay there for what seemed hours wrapped in each other’s arms his pole now shrinking in my body. He was my brother and I loved him for the gift he had shown me. Only thing I asked, “Could we do it again?” and I felt his pole begin to grow again.

                                                            The Circle Begins    

 

 The car wouldn’t start again. This was the third time this month and I didn’t have the money to get it fixed. Cal was no good with fixing mechanical things and the only person I could think of who was a mechanic was my younger sister’s boyfriend Robert. Sure, he was tall, handsome and had a rugged sort of charm but he hit the bottle to hard for my liking. It also seemed to me that he never gave Peggy a moments rest. She complained constantly about fending off his lewd behavior from the moment he met her. Robert had one thing on his mind and his hands were always trying to go places they shouldn’t. Well it couldn’t be helped, I needed the car to run my errands and Dave was out of diapers. I rang up the old house and asked Peggy to help me out. Robert was here in a flash. You can add delinquent to that list of unlikable qualities. He was obviously skipping school to do this.

 He arrived and immediately went to the garage, toolbox in hand. By the time I made sure my boy was settled in and walked back to the garage I could see the hood was open and he was bent over the engine. As I stood behind him I noticed his t-shirt had pulled out of his jeans exposing the crack of his ass. “Well Robert, what do you think? Can it be fixed?” I asked. He rose from his work and turned to face me, “Yeah, I think I can fix it. It’ll take a couple of hours.” He replied as he stared up and down at me undressing me with his eyes. I felt naked in front of him folded my arms across my chest and my legs shifted back and forth under my dress. “Good I’ll be up at the house if you need me,” I answered as I turned and quickly strode back to the house to escape the gaze of those x-ray eyes of his. It wasn’t until I heard the slamming of the screen door behind me that I let out a sigh of relief. I busied myself cleaning the kitchen and chasing Dave. A couple of hours passed and I could see Bob’s legs sticking out from under the car. The occasional clanging of metal against metal followed by a string of curse words that shouldn’t be uttered much less shouted testified to his progress. I was just laying the boy down for his afternoon nap when pounding on the screen door startled me. “Yeah, Pat I think I got it. Could you come out here a minute, I need a hand with reattaching something,” Bob asked. “OK! Give me a minute. I gotta put the boy down for his nap,” I answered. I tucked Dave in and checked to make sure he was asleep before going out to see what Bob wanted. Bob was leaning against the car smoking a cigarette when I finally arrived. He flicked away his cigarette and turned to me saying, “I need you to get under the car and hold a part for me while I reattach it.” With that he pointed to the dolly and strode to the workbench to retrieve the part. I could do this, I thought, as I lay on the dolly careful to tuck my dress between my legs so it wouldn’t snag in the wheels. I lay back on the dolly and pulled myself under the engine to a position where I could see his face peering down at me from the open hood. He positioned the part on the front of the block and told me to hold it while he reattached it. “Use both hands, hold it tight. He disappeared for a moment and reappeared holding a wrench. He began to tighten some bolts. His efforts caused the entire car to shake above me. My arms were starting to get tired and began to tremble from the effort. “You about done?” I asked. Once again I saw his face peering down at me through the open hood. “Yeah, I gotta put in just one more thing,” he replied and disappeared to retrieve it.

 That’s when I felt his hands on my ankles. I shrugged, we must have finished. Instead of pulling on my ankles to pull me out he spread them apart and I realized that must have given him quite the view. “Robert, what are you doing?” I demanded. “Like I said I have one more piece to insert,” came his reply. I felt his hand on the waistband of my panty’s and than he tore them off with one mighty tug. I tried to struggle but the car pinned me in. I felt something hard press against my vagina and than he was in me. He was stretching me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. “Robert, you’ve got to stop. This is rape, Robert!” I cried.  “Go ahead and yell Baby, you know you like it,” he grunted as he rammed his man meat into me. His big cock ramming in and out of me was making my body respond in ways I didn’t want it to. I felt my pussy flood with juices to ease his way and my heart began to race, it was becoming difficult to catch my breath. I found my hips betraying me as they rose to meet his thrusts. “God, Robert you feel good,” I moaned. He pulled me out from under the car and I wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him. He kept pounding away at me as he grabbed the neckline of my dress and tore it open to the waist. Now only my bra blocked his path to my breasts and he ripped it asunder. His grease stained hands now grasped my breasts so hard milk leaked from my nipples. His head bent to suckle them, sending spasms of sheer ecstasy through my body. He was fucking me so hard and I was loving every minute of it. This was wrong in so many ways and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to come inside me. “That’s it! Fuck Me Robert!” I could feel his cock so far inside me and my pussy stretched so wide I swore it would burst. My breasts ached and milk leaked from them splashing everywhere. Robert bent and began to suckle as his cock pounded into me. I howled, “Suck Me dry Bobby, Suck Me!” and Robert eagerly complied. It felt as though he sucked first one and then the other dry. “Baby I’m gonna CUM!” he shouted as his rampaging cock exploded deep within my cunt. I orgasmed in ways I hadn’t thought possible. We lay exhausted on the ground next to the car.

 Robert stirred and stood pulling up his jeans and buckled his belt. He offered me his hand and pulled me up. I slipped off the remnants of my bra and bent to pick up the tattered remnants of my panty’s and tossed them in the garbage. I arranged what was left of the front may dress to conceal my breasts and mustered what dignity I had left to stagger to the house. I peeked around the corner of the door to Dave’s room to see my little angel had slumbered through the whole thing. I turned and walked across the hall to my bedroom to change out of my dress and replace my undergarments. I let the dress slide from my arms and looked at my red swollen breasts, watching them with some fascination as milk dripped from their swollen nipples, I pushed my dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor. “Now that is what I’m talking about!” I heard Roberts voice. There in the doorway stood Robert he stepped into the room peeling off his grease and sweat stained t-shirt. “Bobby, the boy?” I pleaded motioning to the door. “Well, I guess we’ll have to be quiet?” Robert replied as he dropped his pants. My eyes opened in amazement at the monster of my desire’s passion that sprang from his crotch. I did not know that a man’s cock could grow to such monstrous dimensions. This time I didn’t fight at all quite the contrary I wanted him. I embraced him and kissed him as I had never kissed a man before. I pushed him on the bed to straddle his waist; my hand grasped his cock and guided it to my beckoning pussy. I groaned as I sank down his pole welcoming it into my body with a flood of lubricating juices. It felt as if he was splitting me in two and I was loving every fucking inch of it. I rode him slow but hard lifting my body till he almost popped out only to ram it back into me by dropping my weight on him. He grasped my gyrating tits and milk flowed from them increasing my arousal. “That’s it, milk me Bobby!” I groaned. By now we were both gasping for air and moaning our arousal. Nothing mattered except my impending orgasm, which washed over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy as I felt his cock spew forth, it’s hot load again. I fell into his arms and we snuggled in each other’s embrace for several minutes exchanging kisses. I opened my eyes to tell him how wonderful he made me feel. There was David standing by the bed. “Whatcha doing Mommy?” he asked. I pulled the sheet across our naked bodies and took his arm, “We were playing baby,” I answered. I rose from the bed wrapping the sheet across my naked form as I rose. With a firm grip on his arm I led him back to his bed, tucking him in I kissed his forehead and pulled the door shut behind me as I left the room. As I reentered my bedroom I found a naked Bob standing by the doorway. He pulled the sheet from my grasp allowing it to fall to the floor as he embraced me and kissed me backing me against the now closed bedroom door. “I rocked your world, didn’t I baby!” He stated as he mashed his body against mine.

 I drew a deep breath and in the most serious tone of voice I could muster I stated, “Bobby this never happened. I swear Bobby you tell anyone and I’ll kill you.” Bobby thought a moment and turned away to retrieve his clothes. As he was tucking his shirt in to his waistband and buckling his pants, he walked up to me, nose to nose he muttered with a sneer, “Don’t worry baby not a word.”  With that he pulled the door open, left the room, down the hallway and out of my house but not out of my life. He married my sister not a year later, after he knocked her up with Debbie. Of course it wasn’t his first, I had Candy three months before they married. She has her father’s eyes. Every time I look at her I see my own weakness and I despise her for it.    

                                                         

 

 One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.

 During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.

 That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.

 One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn’t a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would. On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action. Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing “astrological observations” the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a “brisk” (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have “a boy’s night out”. The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.

 He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn’t be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.

 My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; “Does he really want to do this, with me?” I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse’s uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready. I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him.  He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.

 Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is ½ A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses. I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock. It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband’s in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him. I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him. We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.

No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark’s face to see his head down turned,

In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; “I love it!” This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.

 I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other’s naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts. His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure.

I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; “No one has ever done that to me, I almost…” Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over. We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again. He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily. He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.

 I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly “Fuck Me!” He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt

six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; “More!” His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further. I pleaded with him; “I want it all!” I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply. “Now, Fuck Me Hard!” I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body’s urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me. We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke. I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; “Thank you!” over and over again.

 For a time we laid there locked in each other’s arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach. He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; “How was it?” “Wonderful!” I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. “Very well, I see” he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark’s slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.

 I don’t know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark’s hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it “doggy-style”, ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: “Oh, yeah!” We ended this session on our side’s; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.

 I was next awakened by the dawn’s light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other’s arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant. I could feel it swell and grow inside me. With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.

 Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; “Please don’t let it end here?” I looked at his face and he kissed me again. “I won’t”, he replied and left.

 I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.