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Girls’ night in was the decision for tonight. Cat and I have been going out a lot recently. Clubbing, picking-up and generally abusing our bodies with all-nighters mixed with copious amounts of alcohol. All leading to situations where you quickly put on your clothes in the morning and leave as fast as possible. DVD’s, takeaway Thai, sex stories, white wine, popcorn and chocolate were scheduled for tonight… and I was looking forward to an easy weekend for a change. I walked into Cat’s place - a two-bedroom apartment in the midtown. The food was already there along with the treats. I brought the wine. “Hi Amanda” said Cat leaning in kissing me. Her lips just brushing mine. They were so soft and glistened I couldn’t help look at them.   We ate the delicious food, Cat often licking her lips, which caught my eye and sent little impulses to my girl parts. I wanted to dive in and get lost in her shimmering, wet-looking lips. After dinner we opened the second bottle of wine and settled into Pretty Woman and then Dirty Dancing. We shared stories, enjoyed smiles, laughter and quite a few tears. Cat leaned in and moved my hair away from my tear soaked face. She used a napkin and dried my tears her face just inches from mine. My mind froze and I wasn’t sure what to do. ‘Was she going to kiss me? Did I want her to kiss me?’ I didn’t know anything. I was lost and captivated by her.But I suddenly had lesbian cravings for her. She moved closer to me, my heart began to beat a little faster, my breath shortened. I could tell she wanted me and I wanted her to take me. The dance of anticipation was in full swing, and I was just a willing passenger to where she was going to take me. ‘You have very beautiful eyes.’ she said as she placed her hand on my leg. ‘It’s nice to be with you alone tonight.’ I could feel the blood running through my body taking wanting feeling with it. I now wanted her to kiss me, to feel her soft lips on mine. I wanted her to dive in and immerse herself in me. To take me to places I had never been.   Cat stood up ‘Another drink?’ she asked. I was delighted and disappointed at the same time. ‘Yes. Yes please.’ She walked into the kitchen and topped up our glasses. It gave me time to breathe. To think. ‘Are we going to do this? Have sex? Am I just mistaking? Oh no. What if I’m mistaking.’ The thoughts ran wild in my head. Cat retuned to the lounge and handed me my wine glass. I put it on the table next to me. Cat took a big swig of hers. ‘So where were we?’ smiled Cat. ‘Ah yes. I was about to kiss you.’ Again I froze in fright. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my cheek as we went. She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. I was lost, captivated. I was hers. ‘Are you ok?’ she asked? Her voice was soft and tender. I managed a nod. ‘More’ is all I uttered. She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat. Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my sweatshirt taking my breasts out of my bra. Her fingers worked my nipples to attention. Softer than any man had ever touched. She made me crave her touch more and more with every passing second. Her kiss found its way to my neck then back to my mouth again. I wanted her so much. She stopped, slid off my top and undid my bra and let it fall to the floor. Cat stood and started to undo her dress button by button. I wanted to jump up and rip it off but I sat still like a good girl. Once undone she let it fall off revealing a black set of suspenders garter belt and matching bra and undies set. She looked good enough to eat. I could see why she was popular with the guys - she was so sexy. I slipped off my sweat pants embarrassed by the pain undies I was wearing. Cat ripped them off and tossed them on the floor as she laid me back on the sofa. She slowly started to kiss me paying attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones never before encountered with my many trysts with the male race. I was almost cumming before she had even reached my nipples. Her kiss wandered from my mouth to my ears and neck then down to my chest and had my body bucking wanting more. Once her lips enclosed around my nipple I screamed in pure delight. This only encouraged her more as her free hand wandered down and found my pleasure spot. Her two fingers ran the length of my already dripping hole, slightly opening me and directly impacting on my bud. She sucked, kissed and played with me until the pleasure was too much and I came strong and loud. As I came her two fingers slipped inside me and she finger fucked me, working my G-spot until the wave of pleasure had subsided. She looked at me and stood up offering her hand. I stood without hesitation and followed her into her bedroom. ‘Lay down for me baby’ she said. Her voice was soft, sexy and wanton. It made my already humming love pulse even harder. I did as instructed and she climbed in from the end of her bed. I opened my legs as if by instinct. She wasted no time and crawled up and kissed me directly on my moistness. Her lips were soft and full. She sucked in my lips into her mouth then began licking and kissing me more and more. Her fingers one, two, three… I don’t know pumped inside me over and over. My hands grabbed her head hard as she took me over the top once again. The feeling rendered me unable to speak or control myself. I came and came one orgasm leading to the next until Cat had had her fill of me. ‘Are you having fun?’ she asked smiling at me her face glistening with my cum juice. ‘Fuck yes… Can I please taste you? Please?’ ‘Of course you can. Lay still let me climb on top. I want to sit on your face beautiful girl.’ said Cat. Within seconds she had perched her pussy directly above my face. She pulled a pillow under my head as she positioned me. I had never been with a woman before, I yeaned to taste her. Her pussy was just an inch away. I stuck out my tongue and took my first lick of another woman. It thrilled me sending shivers straight through my body. I slowly licked her outer walls pulling her lips into my mouth and sucking her juice that had already gathered. Cat started to rhythmically lower herself down just a touch and up again as if she was riding my face. It just made me hotter. I put my hands around her arse and held tight as I lifted my head licking and sucking her pussy sticking my tongue out as far as possible allowing her to ride my face. Tongue fucking her hole to her delight. Cat grabbed my head and bucked faster into my mouth. ‘Suck it baby suck it. That’s it stick it deep inside me. Tongue me. Tongue me good.’ she demanded. Her words were like gas on a fire and I licked her until her cum ran all over my face and into my mouth capturing as much as I could as I licked her to ecstasy.   Once she settled she rolled off and laid next to me. ‘I bought a new toy for you today.’ Cat smiled and pulled out a brown crumpled paper bag from under her pillow. Inside was a dildo, double ended big and black. My pussy could already feel it inside me. She then pulled out another dildo also black in colour. Handing them to me she asked. ‘Well do you like them? They are cleaned ready to go. I want to watch you slide it into you pink shaved pussy.’ she said. I wanted to see her fuck her pussy as well. So so much. I laid and opened my legs and slid the dildo right into me. I was so hot that my walls clasped on to this monster and I had trouble sliding it in and out of me. I fucked good and hard cumming hard as I went. ‘Again. Don’t stop until I tell you.’ Cat said. I continued to fuck my hole as commanded. I turned and looked. Cat was fucking her sweet pussy with the double-ender as I was fucking mine with a the dildo. Our moans combined like the best choir in the world, we came again and again. Over and over. Eventually Cat told me to pull mine out of me. My pussy was still hungry. She laid between my legs her pussy looking at mine. She slid one end of the double ender into me. It was much bigger then the other one and filled me totally. She then slid the other end into her own pussy. Slowly she moved and bucked watching as she made the pleasure maker move inside of me pushing my walls in all directions. Instinct again took over and I started to buck back clenching my pussy walls then releasing. Our pace grew faster and faster, not a perfect rhythm but it didn’t matter. I came hard once again setting off a chain reaction - Cat cumming strong - bucking harder pushing the pleasure maker deeper into me as she came. We fucked like this on and on. Until the pleasure waves were all gone. Then like a good girl I slid down between Cats’ legs and licked and sucked her clean. Kissing her lower lips until each drop was clean and gone. She climbed up the bed and lay next to me. She started to run her fingers all over my body anew. ‘I think we should stay in more often.’ she said. Her sweaty hair was now sticking to her face. ‘Oh yes Cat we should.’ I agreed.

A college guy joined us after my wife had been showing off at the club. He's in his early 20s and tall. My wife is obviously attracted to him. He's buying her drinks and flirting, but he's not being rude. When I went to the restroom, he followed me. While we were washing our hands he said 'sorry, having a good night out?' I'm just having a good time. 'I don’t know it is totally OK, she’s having fun' I replied, 'and we are open to a lot more than you might guess'. We go back to our seats and I suggest we head home. We invited our new friend to come with us and he gladly accepted. He decided he would drive separately and follow us there so that he would have his car when he is ready to leave. On the way home I told my wife that I could tell she was attracted to him, she happily admitted I was correct. As soon as we got home and walked in the door she said 'I have got to change out of these clothes'. I sat on the couch and started some music and grabbed a beer. It wasn’t long after this she came out wearing just a silk robe. You could clearly tell that she wasn’t wearing anything under it. He complemented her outfit and she loved it. She sat down on the couch pretty much in between us. The conversation shifted to sore shoulders from the gym and how she would love if someone could rub her shoulders. Our friend quickly volunteered but I said no let me rub her shoulders while you rub your feet, knowing she wasn’t wearing panties. So she turned and I started rubbing her shoulders and she threw her feet up for him to rub, and it stays like this innocently for about 90 seconds. I then started massaging her tits through her robe, her nipples very obviously getting hard, he’s still massaging her feet. I reached down and untied her robe exposing her breasts. And she threw one foot to the side and told him to go for the other one, she threw her robe all the way open exposing her entire naked body. He was still rubbing her feet and staring at her naked body on the couch with me rubbing her tits as she laid back in my lap. I reached down and started rubbing her clit while he continued to watch and give her a foot rub. It wasn't long before he started working his way up her legs and eventually began fingering her pussy. She was loving all of the attention and finally she told him to take off his pants. He did this almost instantly and exposed a long thick cock, without saying anything else I reached down and grabbed her knee and pulled it back inviting him to fuck her. She looked at him and said 'I want that inside of me so bad'. He proceeded to fuck my wife on the couch with me holder her legs open with her shoulders in my lap for what felt like hours. Eventually he pulled out and came on her belly. She immediately hopped up to straddle me and started riding my cock while our new friend watched on and began sucking her nipples. I came extremely fast inside her. We all collapsed naked on the sectional couch and fell asleep soon after. In the morning I was woken to her slowly rubbing my cock while our friend who was still asleep. I told her why don’t you see if you can wake him up with your mouth. She went over to him, lifted his blanket and started slowly sucking his cock while he was asleep. He very quickly woke up, a little startled, as my wife then got on top of him, riding his cock and leaning forward enough for him to suck on her nipples at the same time. At this point I asked her if she would be OK with us giving her a DP. She said go for it! And wow, he was fucking her while she leaned forward enough to expose her ass for me to fuck at the same time. Amazing. I recall we all then came extremely fast. My wife says to this day that was the best sexual experience she has ever had and her favourite sex story. Our new friend stays in touch and he comes to visit every few months!

(Caution, Expicit dirty talk follows) When the girls arrived home after school (the last week of classes for the seniors), they were late mostly because they waited for him to leave for the bar, his routine after work. Katie rushed them into the bedroom. The guy was paranoid about visitors, and she feared he had a hidden camera around, but likely just covering the front door only. "What is it, Mom?" the girls asked. She handed them the sheet of paper she had printed from an advertisement she found online. "Haven?" Susie asked. Katie told her to read it. "If you are desperate for a safe escape where you can be cared for and protected, contact Haven. Maybe we can help." "That's it?" Toni exclaimed. "That doesn't really say much." "I know," Katie conceded. "I was searching for safe houses, battered or abused women's facilities in neighboring states, and this popped up on the screen." "You weren't searching on your computer, were you?" Toni asked, concerned. Katie laughed, "No, no … he checks my browser history frequently. And, my emails. No, I went to the library, created a new throw-away email account on Yahoo, and searched on their computers. I printed this on their printer." She watched them. "Okay, it isn't much, but I'm going to contact them. They give an email address. It sounds promising, though, right? Haven. That's what we need right now: a haven." They talked for another 30 minutes before Katie realized she had better get supper ready before he returned. No sense in asking for more trouble. She contacted Haven by email and detailed that it concerned her and her two daughters. She explained the sexual, physical, and emotional abuse she had endured for years and that it was now starting with her 18-year-old daughters. Then, she hoped for a response. The next day, she was surprised by the quick response from Haven. She read it carefully and printed it. They were asking for details. They said Haven was intentionally a close-knit community separated from the world and must be ***********ive. She showed it to the girls before he returned from the bar, each with a copy. "Give them what they want. Write it out and give it to me before you leave for school in the morning. I will type it out in emails." "Why would they need our body type, breast size, and weight and stuff?" Toni asked. Katie just stared at her. "Right, we have to get out of here." She was back at the library the next day. She debated for a moment: one long email containing all our information or three separate emails. It was critical that whatever they did was for all of them. It did get long. They wanted a short de***********ion of why they were seeking a place at Haven. She included what the girls had written and was impressed. Next was the personal stuff: Katie Andrews, mother, age 34, Caucasian, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, height 5' 5", trim body shape, C-cup breasts; Susie Andrews, daughter, age 18, Caucasian, long blonde hair, blue eyes, height 5' 4", athletic body shape, C-cup breasts; Toni Andrews, daughter (fraternal twins), age 18, Caucasian, long blonde hair, blue eyes, height 5' 4", athletic body shape, C-cup breasts. Then, they wanted photos. Facial and full body. They gathered in the bedroom to take them, which she sent the next day, identifying who was who. Then, another response. No question, but that they were very careful and ***********ive. The girls would be out of school the next day. She showed the girls the email response. "Interviews?" Susie questioned. "This is a process, isn't it?" "No kidding," Toni added. "It sounds like Haven takes all this very seriously. Don't you think that if we can get accepted, we'll finally be safe?" Katie nodded, "Be safe, be helped, and start a new life." They hugged, finally feeling that there might be hope for them. "They explained that the interview process is for their security as well as ours and that they have others at Haven to protect." The girls nodded. It was the kind of care and attention to security that they desired, too. "They will come to us for the interviews. You guys will be done with school, so your schedules can be open. What we need to concern ourselves with is him." "But, Mom, he's going on that field repair project in a week, isn't he?" Susie reminded me. "You're right. He'll be gone for a week and a half or two weeks," Katie said. "Maybe that schedule will work for them. They don't want us to travel and raise concerns with an overly attentive, paranoid abuser." They met a man in the lobby of a hotel on the outskirts of the city. He introduced himself as Kevin, first name only, and was a doctor at Haven. He led them up to a room on the third floor. The room was rearranged so it would accommodate three laptops on small tables and a chair at each. The tables were arranged so they would have our backs to each other. He explained the system employed by Haven to gauge the reactions of applicants to situations presented on the computers. They would be using headphones to cancel outside noise and provide only sound from the computers. They were scheduled for three hours in the morning, lunch, and three more hours in the afternoon. Three days in a row. He confessed it was strenuous, but it only reflected the care and concern they held for the Haven community. They didn't object. He, him, that man, was out of town. Katie just needed to be home for when he might call after his shift in the field. Sometimes he called her cell, and sometimes the land line at the house. The first morning was filled with extensive questionnaires about everything from their upbringing, men, home structure, control and domination, and abuse. It seemed exhausting. Then, there were videos depicting various forms of abuse treatment, ranging from one-on-one sessions, group therapy, and including zen techniques like meditation and yoga. After each video, they completed more questions about the videos. Kevin assured them there were no wrong answers. They were merely looking at how they reacted to each situation or activity. They had lunch in the restaurant downstairs and returned for more videos and questions. At the end of the afternoon, he asked, "How are you ladies feeling?" "Good, sir," Katie replied comfortably. "Yeah," Susie responded, "really good, sir." "I agree, sir," Toni added. None of them even questioned the use of the word 'sir'. On the drive home, Kaie asked, "Honestly, how are you two feeling about today?" They chimed in together, "Great, Mom. Really. It feels so … right. Isn't Kevin great?" She smiled. She had the same reaction to the man. So different from what she'd had for a man for so very long. The next morning, as she got dressed, she didn't put on panties. She didn't even think of it. She just didn't. Unknown to her, the girls didn't either. When they gathered in the kitchen to leave, Katie noted they were all wearing skirts and blouses. How interesting, she thought. She didn't question it. She just thought it. They went straight up to the hotel room, where Kevin greeted them. He gave Katie a full hug and kiss on the cheek before letting her enter. He did the same with the girls. They all smiled at the attention. None of them objected or indicated anything out of place about the hug or light kiss. The morning was filled with more videos, questions, and endless words or music. They were given bottles of water for hydration. She wasn't sure if it was the water or the videos or both. Maybe the water was some sort of sports drink because she felt both subdued and energized at the same time. Contradictions, but true. She didn't think much about that, either. Her mind flowed through the talk, videos, erotic storys and questions with less and less trouble or fatigue. They were being fed a healthy dose of subliminal messaging in both video and audio snippets, not that they recognized it. Before going down for lunch, they used the bathroom. Katie couldn't believe how wet my pussy was, and the word 'cunt' flashed through her mind. She raised her skirt, slipped her hand between her legs, and felt. She moaned when she touched her pussy … cunt … and couldn't resist pressing a finger inside. It came out covered in her juice. She giggled. You really are a hot, sexy woman, she thought as she looked in the mirror. Where that came from, she wasn't sure, but she didn't question that either. The afternoon session was much the same. Video, audio, and questions. How many men have you fucked? What is your favorite position for fucking? Have you ever done anal? Deep throat? Would it be nice not to have to wear clothes? Do you want to fuck right now? Or, suck a cock? Do you like it when men look at you with desire? Would you like to entice men to desire you? Would you like to have lots of men desiring you, wanting to fuck you? When the afternoon session ended, "How are you feeling, ladies?" Kevin asked. Katie walked up to the man and put her arms around him, pressed her body into his, and kissed him on the lips. It was hard and long. "I feel great, Kevin. Thank you." She watched Susie and Toni do exactly the same things with similar words. It didn't shock her or cause her to question what was happening. She felt very, very aroused. In the car, she asked, "Do I dare ask how you guys are doing?" "God, mom," Toni blurted out. "I wanted to fuck him so bad as we were getting ready to leave." Susie giggled, "I still feel that way. There is something about him, Mom." Katie smiled in the mirror and at Toni sitting next to me. "I know what you mean. I wonder if it is him or Haven …" "Or both," Toni finished. The next morning, she not only didn't put on panties but also left her bra, too. Again, that never entered her mind. Gathered in the kitchen, it was easy to see the girls were also braless. She guessed they were also without panties. When they arrived at the hotel room, Kevin greeted them again. This time, he not only hugged and kissed Katie, but he also groped her tit. "No bra, Katie, good girl." She smiled. "Is your cunt wet, too?" She nodded. Words stuck in her throat. She entered and watched it play out with her girls, too. He groped their tits and they confessed to being wet. She smiled as she watched. Such good girls, she thought. They understand what a man needs. The morning was more videos and audio. Much more graphic, too. A woman sucking cock and taking the cum into her mouth and then onto her face. Then, a woman was being fucked by a man as he moved her from position to position. Then, a woman is gang banged by four men, her cunt flowing with cum at the end. With the end of the last erotic video, she was gasping and moaning. Her fingers were deep in her cunt and stoking her clit. Her cunt was excessively wet as if she had orgasmed multiple times. Her eyes flickered open. She removed the headphones and turned to see the girls in a similar condition to her. Their blouses were open, their skirts bunched at their waists, their hands still stroking and fingering their cunts. "It looks like you enjoyed those videos, ladies," Kevin said with a chuckle. She giggled, "Oh … God … yes," she gasped. Her girls giggled with her. "Suck your fingers clean of your juices, get your clothes back together, and we'll have lunch." The girls didn't say anything, and neither did she. She just wished he would fuck her. After lunch, the girls and she barely touched while anxious to see what the afternoon held for them. They returned to the room, but Kevin passed it by to the next hotel room. He used a key card for it and opened the door. While still in the hall, they looked at Kevin curiously, and he just smiled, the door to the new room partially held open with his foot. "You are doing very well, ladies," he said. "I think you will fit into our Haven community. Before that recommendation can be formally made, however …" and he paused. Katie looked at the girls, and they were waiting, staring, and just as anxious as she was. "What can we do, sir?" she pleaded. "Just tell us, sir," Toni added. "We'll do anything, sir," Susie said. "We know we will fit into Haven and be what Haven needs us to be," Katie said with new desperation. Interesting, if she had been thinking for herself, but she wasn't. No longer was she thinking of what Haven could be for them, but what they could be for Haven. And, she had no idea what that was. All she really knew was that she needed to be at Haven and she really, really needed to be fucked. She had never thought in those terms: cunt, tits, fucked. It all seemed so natural, though. The desperate need to escape him, that man, had been overshadowed by a desperate desire to be a part of the Haven community, and despite its remaining mystery, there was a deep feeling of fulfillment if they were accepted. Kevin smiled again. He opened the door wider, and Katie stepped forward. He caught a blouse-covered tit in his hand and squeezed as he kissed her … or was she kissing him? Either way, she gasped and moaned into his mouth as his other hand found her skirt-covered ass and pulled her against him. She moaned into him again. Then, he released her and she stepped into the room. It was a normal hotel room with normal furnishings, including a king-sized bed in the center of it. She turned back to the door as she heard a moan. Toni was in the same clutches of Kevin that Katie had been, and her arms were around his neck, her hips pressed into his. Next, Susie. Katie watched his hand grasp the tit of her daughter and watched her body pulled into his and their kiss, their very passionate kiss. Katie was holding Toni's hand as Susie was released, and she came to them, her hands reaching out to take theirs. They held hands in complete acceptance of what they had done, sharing the same feeling of … of it being so natural and right. Kevin closed the room door and approached them. He stood before them and smiled. "As I said, ladies, I believe you are the kind of women Haven is looking for and can use. That's what you want, isn't it?" Katie stood with a daughter on either side of her, and nodded, and she knew they were as well. They were standing at the foot of the bed. She could feel its presence. "Excellent. I have a few questions, and then I can make my final determination of whether you belong in Haven." Katie smiled. "We're ready, sir," she said for the three of them. The girls nodded their heads eagerly. "How do you like to be dressed?" "Naked, sir. If I could, I would always be naked," she gasped out. The girls verbally agreed. "Why?" he asked. She giggled, "Silly, to entice men to want to fuck me and to make it easy for them to touch me, probe me, and fuck me." The words came like repeating a mantra. The words reflected a belief born from repetition, like a church prayer from the repetition of saying it every Sunday. The words flowed from her lips like that, like a hopeful prayer." "Toni," he directed his next question solely to her, "What kind of men do you want to fuck you?" "Oh God," she exclaimed, "any man provided to me, sir." "Susie, which of your holes have you been fucked in?" She paused as if her mind was working on something. "Only my cunt, sir." "Of you ass and throat, do you desire to learn to fuck using them, too?" "Yes, sir!" she exclaimed. "Both, sir. I just haven't had the experience, but I'll learn whatever I need to, sir." "In a single word, what are you, ladies?" "Sluts!" they all said emphatically. He smiled, but then corrected them, "Yes, you are sluts, but not just sluts," he looked into their eyes for the next words to be held, "you are Haven sluts. You are sluts for Haven men and those Haven chooses. You are special." Katie smiled at his words. Haven sluts. Special. "Take off your clothes, sluts." Her fingers were working the buttons of my blouse before the sound of 'sluts' ended in her ears. She shrugged off the blouse, her eyes catching the girls doing the same without hesitation. Next was her skirt. No panties and no bra. They were naked before him. "NO … no, no, no," he uttered, and Katie could feel disappointment from not only her but the girls, too. "Sluts do not have hair on their cunts. Cunts must be fully and completely visible for a man to see and examine and desire." "Sorry, sir," they all uttered in response. "No damage done, sluts. You didn't know. Go into the bathroom, where you will find a hair removal cream. Katie, as the mother, you will read the directions to your daughters, and you will all help each other in the removal of all that offending hair. Part of your daily hygiene will be the removal of pubic hair." They nodded and rushed naked into the bathroom. The door was left open. Somehow, they knew that sluts didn't mind being seen, that sluts were natural exhibitionists and enjoyed any exposure. The girls gathered before Katie, and she opened the box and read the directions. Not complicated. Trim the hair, apply the cream, wait, and shower it off. Test for smoothness and reapply if necessary. The girls were giggling. Their blonde hair meant they might have pubic hair, but all of them had sparse pubic hair, and the blondness made it less visible at a glance, which explained why Kevin hadn't noticed when they were masturbating to the videos. "Ready, girls?" Katie asked. "I think we're going to be accepted. I just hope it is before 'he' returns." "For sure, Mom. Yeah, let's do this. I'm so horny right now," Susie gasped. "I hope he's going to fuck us, Mom," Toni said. "Can one man fuck three sluts?" Katie asked as if the word held no negativity, as if she had just used 'women'. They both giggled like the girls, or young women, they were. "Maybe we'll find out." She smiled at the thought, too. She turned to pick up the tube of cream and saw the scissors sitting there. She smiled. Who's first? After she had dried herself, the last of them using the cream, they stood looking at each other's cunts with smiles. She reached out to each of her daughters and felt between their legs and stroked their hairless cunts. Both moaned and returned the favor to hers. They stood sliding fingers over each other's cunts and moaning. "Mom," Toni began softly, "have you ever … like … been with a woman?" They watched for her reaction expectantly. She slipped a finger into each cunt and said, "Not yet." They both smiled and nodded their understanding and agreement. They stepped from the bathroom and heard, "Now that is how a slut's cunt should look." Kevin was naked, and he was sure all of them noticed the same thing: his cock hanging long between his legs. Now Katie understood. The reason why 'he', 'him', 'that man' had never satisfied her. She had thought it was her way, the way he wanted to fuck her, and it didn't do anything for her. No, she realized, looking at Kevin's cock. How could 'he' be so aggressive about using his tiny penis like there was something to be proud of? No, 'he' had a tiny penis. Kevin had a cock. Calmly, he asked, "What does a Haven slut do when presented with a soft cock?" Silly question, and they all responded immediately, not verbally but by action. They stepped toward him and dropped to their knees before him. Their hands and mouths began kissing and licking and stroking and massaging his cock and balls and any skin they could touch. They were clumsy and awkward as three mouths fought for moments with his cock, but he was soon hard, perhaps as much because three sluts were nearly fighting each other for his cock. He stepped back from them. Katie watched desperately as the cock retreated. She stood, and the girls followed her lead. She sensed the next step coming. He looked at them. "Your nipples are hard." They each looked down and smiled. Of course, they were, they were so aroused. "Are you cunts wet?" They all nodded expectantly. "What are you?" Haven sluts, they said immediately and in unison. "What do Haven sluts like you want?" "To be fucked by Haven men, sir," Katie said for all of them. The girls nodded. He indicated the bed, and they scrambled onto it without consideration of order. He crawled on, also. He was at their feet, their legs parted, and his gaze moving over their exposed cunts. Before him were Susie, Kate, and Toni. He moved to Susie, the first in line, raised her knees, and splayed them wide. He inched between her spread thighs, his long cock pointing to her cunt. Toni and Katie raised onto their elbows to watch. His cock, pointing at her cunt was the most arousing thing Katie had ever seen. "What do you want, Susie?" "Fuck me, sir! Please, put your cock into my cunt and fuck me," she pleaded. "No." "No? Please, sir." "You, Susie ... you put my cock into your dripping wet cunt," he said. She immediately reached out, took his cock in her hand, and guided it with his slight adjustment as he leaned over her until his cock parted her cunt lips and entered her. Her deep gasp and moans signaled to Toni and Katie the penetration of her cunt. Katie was fondling a tit and stroking her cunt as she watched her daughter being penetrated, and her slut-soul was eagerly anticipating feeling the same thing. Susie continued to gasp and moan as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her. "You are tight, Susie. You haven't had many cocks in your cunt have you?" She shook her head, "No … sir … ooooooo Godddddd … this feels soooooo … gooooodddd …" She stared up at him. They were lost to her. They may as well not even be there; her full attention was so fixed on Kevin. "Fuck me, sir … fuck me … ooooooo … yesssss." Katie looked the other direction for just a moment to see Toni's reaction. She was moaning from her own fondling and probing of her cunt. Katie turned back to Susie and Kevin, their fucking, his cock moving in and out of her … her daughter. Soon, she thought, it would be her turn to feel his cock inside her. Oh, how she wanted his cock inside her like it was in Susie. Her wanton, lustful thoughts were broken when Susie cried out and shuddered in orgasm. Katie reached out to her and grabbed her nearest tit. She cried out and raised her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts. Then, she collapsed back onto the bed. Katie turned her attention from her daughter to Kevin. He was slowly pulling out of Susie's cunt when he turned his eyes to Katie. She shivered in anticipation. God, she wanted to be fucked by a real cock instead of a tiny penis. She wanted to feel this so badly … no, so desperately. A Haven slut needing a Haven cock. That's what it was. She lusted for his cock. She desired it and wanted it and needed it. Kevin shifted to her, her knees already bent and splayed to the sides. Yes, she was ready. She reached forward, doing a mini-crunch to reach for his cock to guide to her cunt like he had Susie do. "Anxious, Katie?" he teased with his cock just beyond the reach of her fingers. "Yes, sir, I want your cock inside me. Please, sir, don't tease me now when it is so close," she pleaded desperately. He moved forward, and she grasped his cock and pulled it and him to her drooling cunt hole. He didn't inch into her like Susie but thrust hard and deep. He chuckled as he thrust again. "You're tight, too, Katie. Your old man didn't have much of a cock?" "Almost … none, sir," she gasped as his cock continued to slam into her. "Oh … God … this is good … to have a … real cock," she gasped. He continued fucking her, and it had been so long since she experienced a real orgasm that she couldn't hold it back. It was too soon, but … she cried out as her release exploded. Two down, and he moved to Toni. She reacted no less desperately to his cock and pleaded for it to enter her just like her sister and mother. Better leaving, he admonished them that not a word or hint could be expressed to anyone, and especially not to 'him'. He promised to be in touch by the following night. He gave Katie a flip phone. "Use this and only this for my communication. I will call you. Don't use it for any other purpose." They left the way they came … except now having bald cunts and just fucked. Late afternoon of the next day, the flip phone rang. "Hello," Katie answered. It was Kevin, of course. They were accepted! He told her to pack one suitcase each and a backpack for carry-on. Tickets would be waiting at the Delta ticket counter. The flight was early. He would meet them at the other end for the continuation of their way to Haven. "Congratulations," he said, "I know Haven will work out well for you and your girls. You'll be safe there to become the woman you want to be." "Thank you, Kevin. Thank you, thank you, thank you." The women they want to be, she mused, are Haven sluts completely. It filled her. Escape, yes, but fully being a Haven slut was even more. "Haven will have three new and very good sluts, sir. We are so so excited."

It had been a good year for Rival Fitness, and Christmas was only a month away. The owners of our gyms, a married couple in their thirties with 2 children, would shout us a little weekend getaway out of the city. They were supposed to join us, but thankfully, pulled out last minute. Then there were three. Myself, Nicole and Vanessa. I got on well with both the girls, although I was a little more fond of Vanessa. We each managed a gym in Victoria, so always had something to chat about. And we were about the same age, and single. It was the perfect setting really, to good to be true almost. A 2 hour roadtrip, an Airbnb for a night, plus free drinks thanks to the owners. Ofcourse there was flirting, it was mild and harmless and I wasnt even sure anything was going to happen with the girls. I certainly wasn't counting on it.I was 40 years of age and still had never had a threesome as such. Dinner was a real treat in a fancy restaurent in just about the middle of nowhere. And we drew some attention as the wine kept flowing at a good rate. The girs laughing, whispering then laughing some more. Who knows what they were giggling about but they werent concerned about the volume, thats for sure. We didnt hang around to long, we were all keen to search for alcohol and head back to the Airbnb. Arriving empty handed we staggered into the holiday home and sufficed with a couple of mediocre beers in the gurst fridge. Not five minute had passed and the girls snuck off into the larger bedroom, a queen sized bed. I left them to it and settled for watching football on tv-but I was anticipating more. Ajay, Ajay! the girls called while giggling in their semi-drunk condition. The thought of a pending threesome did cross my mind, and would make for a good story on Monday. I responded 'yeh, what is it' only to be met with more laughter. Walking to the bedroom to see what the fuss was about I found both woman embraced in the middle of the bed, hands all over each other, not looking nervous at all. I was! But this was an opportunity I wasn't going to miss. sitting on the bed the girls reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head. My jeans were next, and with three on the task they were off in no time. Leaning towards me I took turns in kissing each of the girls,touching their boobs in the process. Things escalated rather quickly, and my cock was in Nicoles mouth while i was still kissing Vanessa. They were both horny as hell, almost competing for peices of me, but they quickly sorted themselves out and began taking turns going down on me. Amazing! To have two fit women taking turns with your cock. It almost was twice the pleasure and visually what a site it was. Nicole was the first to bend over, telling me to fuck her. So taking my cock from Vanessa's mouth I put it in Nicoles soaking wet pussy, and began fucking her like she asked. Vanessa, looking on with interest, took the opportunity to kiss and fondle Nicole. Watching the girls make out and grope each other was a huge turn on, If it wasnt for the alcohol i surely would have cum by now. Vanessa laid on her back, spreading her pussy for us to see, gesturing me to fuck her thoroughly like i had just fucked Nicole. Moving from one pussy to the next was a real treat, a first for me, and I savoured every thrust. My eyes never in one place to long, my hands just as busy.I couldnt hold back cumming much longer and pulled my cock our from Vanessa. I started to wank myself through climax and Nicole, as eager as ever, dived in and took the head of my now pulsing cock into her mouth. Lapping up the taste of Vanessa as she proceeded to drain me of as much cum as she possibly could. Vanessa was done, and the sedative effects of the alcohol took hold. She fell asleep soon after I'd cum, but Nicole wasnt done yet, and looked pleased that she could have me to herself now. She suggested we move to the other bedroom, which was less practical having bunk beds rather than a queen ensemble. But we made it work, and fucked each other into the wee hours of the next morning before retiring ourselves, exhausted.

Before I begin, let me tell you a little about my history with Emily. I cant say how exactly we became such good friends, but in my junior year I took her (a freshman) under my wing, and our relationship developed rapidly. We stayed great friends through out school…having sleep-overs, going to parties…in the end I might even say that in those two years as friends, I went on more “dates” with her than with all of my boyfriends combined. It was only natural that when I left for college we would keep in touch. I saw her every time I went home, and we carried on as if the time and distance had not. Some things did change however…she was becoming a more defined, stunning and independent individual. Her company was much more alluring and her appearance… it alone was enough to make me question my sexuality. Was I bisexual? Her curves were defined, but more strung out. She was taller—still a good five inches shorter than me—and her hair was long and curly, enticing me to run my fingers through it. She had also started wearing dark eyeliner around her engaging ice blue eyes. Everything about her was enhanced in some way, and I wanted it—to touch kiss and lick. I ached for her in the weirdest of ways. Then, while hanging out at her house on Christmas break during my sophomore year of college, I finally came out to her. We had been hanging out all day, baking and talking…her parents weren’t home, so we had the whole place to ourselves. We were making frosted ginger cookies and she playfully forced my finger into the bowl of icing. After staring at her in shock, I held my frosted index finger up to her and said “You made this mess…now you have to clean it up…” I was expecting her to wipe it off with the rag sitting next to her on the counter, but instead she grabbed my hand, put my finger in her mouth and sucked the frosting off. I can’t imagine what my face looked like, but I’m sure it was full of awe and shock. She didn’t really seem to notice…then I took a frosted cookie and smeared it on her jaw. She froze open mouthed and looked at me with her enchanting eyes. “Are you going to take care of this?” she asked, pointing at the frosted line of her jaw. I stepped closer to her and held her chin in my hand, then proceeded to slowly lick the frosting from her face. I stepped back and looked into her eyes as her face turned a shocking scarlet. It became a war. For an hour we frosted and licked each other—always playful and innocent. Then, when the cookies were finished, I turned to walk out of the kitchen and up to her room, but she blocked the exit—forcing her arms and feet against the panels of the doorway, making an “X” with her body. I asked if I could slip by and she told me that I could only if I gave her the password… I started spewing out word after word…phrase after phrase, but apparently I never guessed right. Annoyed, I decided to force my way through her. I pushed and pulled, but as it turns out, she is a lot stronger than she looks. I then wrapped my arms around her chest in a friendly hug, but after realizing that there was no way she was going to hug me back and let me through, I turned my head into her neck and bit her. It worked. Weather by shock or disgust, she fell backwards and I was able to pass through the doorway and run up to her room. She followed me up and we sprawled on her bed and continued talking…mostly about college. All day I had been pushing her to apply for the college I was attending. She just kept saying “You’re the one that left me…why should I follow you…” and I would give her reason after reason…but in her room, when she asked me again I simply stated, “Because I love you.” Now she and I have been the best of friends for so long, so it was never odd for us to say that we loved each other. This time however, I meant it in a different context, so when she said “I love you too” all I could say is “it’s different with me.” We didn’t get to delve much deeper than that because her brother knocked on the door, informing us that he and her parents were home. I stayed for a little while longer, and then I left. On the second day back to school from the break, Emily gave me a call…We talked about this and that, just like we always did and then she said that she wanted me to tell her something and she wanted me to be honest… “I’m always honest with you,” I replied, “Just ask me.” “Are you lesbian?” “No...I’m straight…I just like girls.” “So your bisexual?” “I wouldn’t call myself that…It’s weird…why do you wanna know?” I asked, feeling slightly flustered. Then to even things up I asked, “Are you?” There was a pause on the other end, and then…”I don’t know” “Well are you attracted to girls?” “Yeah, but I’m attracted to guys too. It’s hard to say since I have never been with either.” “Yeah, that poses a problem…well have you ever had a crush on a girl the way that you have had a crush on a guy?” “Just one.” She replied shakily. At this point I was starting to get excited and nervous. “Do I know her?” I asked, trying to keep my cool. “Actually…it’s you…” I held my breath for what seemed like a whole minute, so excited I could have screamed. I had almost forgot that I was still on the phone when Emily’s voice came through again from the other end. “Mina?...Say something…” “How long have you felt this way?” “Almost four years…” “Why didn’t you say anything?” “I was afraid…but after you were here this last time, I just figured ‘what the hell’” “Emily…there are so many things I want to say right now…” “It’s okay Mina. You don’t have to say anything, I have to go anyways, but are you still willing to let me stay with you if I come up to check out the school?” “Yeah of coarse! You are more than welcome to stay here any time.” “Okay, well I will talk to you later then…” She hung up and we didn’t talk for a while. After a few weeks, she sent me an email saying that she would be coming to visit and see the school in a month. The day I went to pick her up at the airport I couldn’t keep calm. My body and mind were screaming. I was going to see Emily in less than an hour! When I got to the airport I couldn’t sit still…so I paced in the baggage claim, waiting for her to let me know that that the plane had landed. The cell in my pant pocked began to buzz. She was here. I can’t say why, but I didn’t want her to see me at first, so I hid behind a pillar. I watched as she walked down the moving escalator and onto the crowded floor, she was looking for me, but I didn’t come out from my hiding place. Then when her back was turned the other way I ran up behind her, cupped my hand around her perfect ass and squeezed. She turned around and her shocked face turned into a blushing smile. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight against my body, reveling in the feel and smell of her. Needless to say I couldn’t hold her forever. I let her go and we made our way back to my car. We talked the entire ride home…about school, work, her new lip piercing (which was so incredibly sexy), my new tattoo, everything…except the conversation that we had had a month earlier. That first night I fell asleep looking at her, stroking her forearm, content to just touch and see her. I wanted to kiss her and taste her so bad, but it was too soon. The next morning she woke up when I held her hand to my face and brushed my lips against it. She didn’t pull away, but watched as I nuzzled her, then as if nothing was happening she started talking to me. We went over our schedule, and all in all the day seemed to play out normally. On the third night of her stay, we settled down on the couch and started watching movies. She was leaning against me, and I couldn’t stop looking at her. A few times she looked over and caught me staring. “What?” she would ask, and I would just smile and tell her to watch the movie before she forgets the story line. When I got up to change the movies out, she left to use the restroom. My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I knew that she had never been kissed and I was afraid that she wouldn’t like it. I couldn’t expect her to make the first move though because I knew she was more nervous than I. “So what are we watching next?” she asked, stepping out of the bathroom. “What do you want to watch?” I asked turning from my crouched position in front of the TV. “It doesn’t matter…we have a whole list to go through” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After quickly putting the new DVD into the TV I got up and went to stand just in front of her. “So what are we watching?” I placed my hand on her cheek, cradling her jaw, and leaned in…When my lips closed over hers I thought my heart was going to break through my chest. She was so soft and sweet. It must have only been a second, but it seemed like that kiss lasted forever. I then pulled away to look at her blushing face, and felt the color rise in mine. “It’s a surprise.” I stated and took my place on the couch. She came and sat next to me, curling up and leaning on me. I put my arm around her, holding her close. I didn’t watch any of that second movie that I put in…truth be told I don’t even remember what it was. I do remember that Emily tasted like peppermint and cloves. I remember the way her hand felt when she reached out and took mine from my lap. I remember her smell being exotic and mouth watering, and I remember the wet feeling between my legs after that kiss. The following evening I took Emily out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then to a movie. In the darkness of the theatre I put my hand on her knee and rubbed my nails slowly along the inside of her leg. I could tell she was enjoying it because she slid down farther on the seat and spread her legs wider. I traced my nails along the seam of her pants all the way up and lightly stroked the crotch of them. She started breathing heavily, and I became a little worried that the other people in the theatre would hear her and know what was going on, so I decided to stop. As I pulled my hand away however, she caught it and pressed it between her legs, grinding on it. When she started to moan I pulled my hand away hard then took her chin in my hand and kissed her, allowing my tongue to slide between her lips and mingle with hers. “Wait” I whispered, “just wait.” She did, but I can’t say she was happy about it. I held her hand for the rest of the movie, and when we got out of the theatre neither one of us said anything. The car ride home was in tense silence, and when we got home it took everything to keep control long enough to unlock and open the door to my apartment. After letting her through and locking the door behind me, I turned around and kissed her. I ran my fingers into her hair and grabbed a handful while my tongue danced with hers. I then slowed down and allowed my fingers to trace along either side of her spine down to the small of her back. I kissed her lightly on her lips, and when I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me I put her lip ring between my lips and sucked hard. She moaned and I felt a rush flow through me. Cupping her ass, I hoisted her onto my pelvis. She wrapped her legs around me and I walked her from the hall to my room, gently laying her on my bed. She held her arms over her head so I could slide her shirt off. She hadn’t been wearing a bra and her small pink nipples were standing erect from her sweet tits. Placing my hand over one and twisting the nipple lightly I leaned down and kissed her, slowly making my way down her jaw and her neck, he collarbone, and finally to her hard little nipps. I kissed it and licked it, flicking it with my tongue then I let my teeth squeeze it and she moaned loud, raising her hands to clutch my hair. I then licked between the valley of her chest and to her other nipple. Again I sucked and bit. Her breathing was getting harder and I pulled back to look at her beautiful body. It was so perfect. I put my arms on either side of her and leaned in for a kiss. She obliged me, sliding her hands up the back of my shirt and pulling it off. She sucked on my tongue as she undid my bra and slid it down my arms. Pulling me forward, she let my nipple slip into her mouth and she began to suck hard. I moaned loud and my body shuddered. I looked down then between my tits and saw her hand make its way under her pants. I pulled my nipple out of her mouth and kissed her, then I made my way once again down her body, pausing to suck on her hard nipples, and going farther down, licking her belly button. When I got to the edge of her pants I felt her sick in and hold her breath. I unbuttoned them and slid them off of her. There as a wet spot on her white cotton panties. I bent down and licked it. As soon as I did she let out the breath she was holding in a loud moan. I pulled her underwear off and looked at her sweet, wet pussy. She had it trimmed but there was still a fair amount of dark curly hair though. Through it I could see her tiny pink slit, wet and waiting. I leaned down and kissed her, running my hand down the curve of her body to the small patch of hair between her legs. I spread her nether lips and touched her, stroking the wet center. Biting her lip, I slid my middle finger into her dripping pussy. She was so tight and so wet, I was almost afraid that I was hurting her, but she never told me to stop. I leaned back from her then and watched my finger slide in and out of her. I pulled it out and licked her wet juice from my finger. I spit on my middle and index finger and centered them at the entrance of her hole, then I started to slide them in. It was much harder and tighter with two fingers, and when she winced in pain I immediately pulled back. “No, its okay…do it” she whispered. I didn’t want to hurt her though, so I slid one finger back inside of her. I wanted to feel that pressure though. I wanted to feel the tightness of her on my fingers. Again I placed the pair at the center of her hole. I leaned down and kissed her again, hard and ravenous, biting and sucking on her lips, and as she moaned I shoved my fingers inside of her. It was so wet that they slid in without catching, but it was tight and the pressure on my fingers was incredible. She arched her back and then raised her hips, hiving me better access. I rammed my fingers in and out of her pussy hard and fast, turned on by her little cries of pleasure and pain. I then lowered myself and spread her lips with my other hand, so I could get a better view of my fingers sliding in and out of her. And when her swollen little clit peeked out from under its hood, I couldn’t help myself. I dropped my head down and began to suck it. At this, Emily screamed… “FUCK!” she grabbed the back of my head and pressed it to her. I flicked my tongue over her clit and even pinched it with my teeth a little. She just kept screaming. I then broke through her hands and watched her buck as I rammed my fingers in her harder and faster. With my free hand I played with her clit, pinching it and slapping it and rubbing it hard. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” she cried, raising her ass from the bed trying to force my fingers deeper. With one last moaning, “Fuck” she hit her limit and warm juice squirted from her pussy, soaking my tits and neck and arms. I kept my fingers in her as the squirting subsided, wiggling them against the spongy inside of her pussy. Finally, feeling kind of bad for teasing her more, I pulled them out and kissed her softly. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, short of breath. “What for?” “For…that” she said, looking at my chest. I looked down and saw her cum dripping off my still hard nipples. “For squirting?” I asked, shocked. She nodded. “Babe I have never seen anything so sexy in my life. I want to make you squirt.” I told her. She turned her head away and I cupped her cheek and brought her back, then kissed her once more. She rolled over and I scooted closer to her, wrapping my arm around her torso and holding her to me. She pulled my hand to her breast and laid it over top, allowing me to feel the goose bumps that covered her pale flesh and made her nipples hard. I pulled her closer and kissed her shoulder. “I love you Emily” “I love you too Mina” and we fell asleep.

She walked over to us and introduced herself as Raine. She was about 5’10’ tall with a body and face to die for. She was dressed in a black long sleeve silk top, with matching black silk panties and black heels. She was impeccable, with long red hair that hung in curls framing her face. She smiled as she stood in front of Beth. “So, Sunny tells me its your turn young lady.” she told Beth. “No, no, no.”, Beth replied, “One of them can take my turn.” “Nope, not going to happen.”, replied Raine, “Everyone had to have a turn, its club policy.” she said winking. “Yep.”, I told Beth, “I had to have a turn, so do you.” Beth tried to continue to argue the point as Raine walked over to the CD player. She scanned the rack and selected one, inserted it and grabbed the remote. She walked back over to Beth and took her hand. She pulled her off the sofa and led her over to one of the chairs. Beth sat down in the chair nervously, pulling down her skirt. Raine pointed the remote at the CD player and pressed play. A few seconds later the music started and Raine turned to Beth. Beth looked like a teenager who was just caught masturbating. Her face was beet red and she was looking at everything but Raine. Raine straddled Beth’s thighs and moved closer to her. She began an almost hypnotic sway, perfectly in time to the music. I could tell she had worked this song before, her movements were flawless. Lower and lower she swayed until she was lightly touching Beth’s lap. Beth was doing everything to avoid her that she could. Raine took charge and put one hand on each side of Beth’s face and turned her to an eye to eye position. “No looking away.”, Raine said, “If you don’t do it right, you have to go again.” Beth thought for a second and I guess decided to go with the program as presented. Raine started to move back and forth on Beth’s lap while softly caressing her face with one hand. She moved up again, took Beth’s hands and pulled her a bit out of the chair so she could access her lap easier. I looked at Beth’s legs and notice they were open just a bit. From where I sat, I could see she had on white panties. I also noticed that her legs were trembling as Raine started her motion back down to Beth’s lap. Lower and lower, until I saw Beth’s legs absorb the weight of this beautiful creature. Raine began a slow steady rocking of her lips as she looked eye to eye with Beth. Her hands were behind Beth’s neck, running her hands through her hair. I could tell Beth’s breathing was getting more labored as her chest rose and fell. I looked over at Lance and he had this perturbed look on his face. He appeared to be totally disinterested. I looked back at the ladies and noticed Beth’s legs had opened wider. Now I had a clear view of those creamy thighs and white panties. I think my cock was harder now then when Sunny was grinding against me. Raine reached down and took Beth’s hands and brought them to her shoulders. She held her hands on top of Beth’s, making sure there was no protest from her. Seeing none, Raine took her own hands and placed them on Beth’s sides, stroking her softly. Up and down her hands moved, looking at Beth for some sort of a reaction. Then Raine’s right hand moved around and cupped Beth’s left breast through her shirt. Beth, startled tried to shift her position, but Raine locked her thighs on Beth’s and made sure she stayed put. Slowly Raine’s hand moved over Beth’s breast. Beth looked over at Lance as if to say this is not my fault. She would not look at me at all. Suddenly Lance stood and moved toward the door. “This is bullshit.”, he snarled, “Everyone gets a better lap dance than I do. I am going back to the bar.” “Don’t leave Lance.”, Beth pleaded, “Don’t leave me by myself.” “Fuck this.” Lance replied, “Jeff, you stay with her.” He stormed out of the door, slamming it behind him. Raine started her dance again, telling Beth to blow him off. She began to move back and forth on Beth’s lap, her hand once again caressing her breast. This went on for several minutes. It seemed that with Lance out of the room, Beth began to loosen up. Beth’s hands which were now on Raine’s hips began to move. She was responding to Raine. Raine immediately sensed Beth’s change of heart. She turned to me and suggested I move from the sofa to the chair next to them. She told me the view was much better. I got up and moved as suggested. She was right, the view was spectacular. The dance continued and I noticed that Raine had began to grind her pussy into Beth’s. Her hands were now around Beth’s waist pulling them closer to each other. Beth was breathing heavy and had become lost in Raine’s spell. Raine knew she had Beth where she wanted her. She reached up and slowly pulled her top off exposing her breasts. I saw Beth swallow hard as she was inches away from Raine’s breasts. Raine reached down and put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy through her silk panties. “You like that ?”, she asked Beth. “Do you do this too ?” All Beth could do was nod, she was almost in a trace. Raine tilted her head back and moaned as she stroked her pussy. Her hand had started moving a little faster. I could see her nipples were hard as small pebbles, she was really getting into this. Raine moved her face back to Beth’s. She raised up slightly taking the pressure off Beth’s thighs. She placed her right hand on the inside of Beth’s thighs and pushed up Beth’s skirt a few inches. Then she sat back down never moving her hand. I couldn’t see exactly where it was but judging from Beth’s reaction, it had to be extremely close to her pussy. I watched Raines arm for some sort of sign as to what she was doing. Then with one quick motion of the neck, Beth’s head snapped back. Raine had reached Beth’s pussy. Beth let out a small moan, trying her best to muffle it. My cock was throbbing at this point. I felt like unzipping my pants and pulling it out right there and then. I wanted to stroke it while I watched these two gorgeous creatures interact with each other. Raine pulled her hand from under Beth’s skirt and returned it to her own panties. She pushed it inside the front until she found her own pussy. She began to stroke herself looking deep into Beth’s eyes. She leaned over and whispered something in Beth’s ear. Beth shook her head no, but was not very convincing. Once again, Raine leaned over and whispered into Beth’s ear. This time Beth looked nervously at me, then back at Raine. Raine just nodded at her and smiled. Beth’s right hand moved to Raines panties. Raine pulled her hand out of her panties, reached down and pulled them to the side exposing herself to Beth. With her other hand she took Beth’s and placed it on her pussy. Beth’s fingers began to slowly explore Raine’s pussy. It was clumsy, almost comical. Raine leaned over and whispered again in Beth’s ear. Beth extended one finger and slipped it deep inside Raine. She then withdrew it and began to rub her clit. Raine leaned back and groaned in gratitude. Soon Beth had a great pace going and Raine’s breathing became more unstable, her face showing signs of urgency. Raine placed her hand over Beth’s and showed her the proper stroke. Beth quickly adapted and soon had Raine’s senses reeling. Raine moved down and her lips met Beth’s in a long slow kiss. I was ready to explode in my pants at this point. My cock was so hard I was not able to sit comfortably. I noticed they both opened their mouth’s slightly, I knew their tongues were dancing. Then without warning Raine broke the kiss, threw her head back and screamed. “Oh shit, I’m cumming………”, she cried. Her hips bucked wildly against Beth’s hands for close to a half minute. I watched her ride wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. She slowly began to breathe normal again, her face flushed, sweat glistening on her forehead. She looked down at Beth, whose hand was still stroking her pussy and brought her close for another long but gentle kiss. They broke the kiss and looked at each other. “You were wonderful.”, Raine told Beth, “Thank you.” Beth, now coming to her senses removed her hand from the red head’s panties. She began to turn red again, realizing she had become lost in lust. Raine stood up and began to get herself together. Once again I reached in my pocket and pulled out a 100 dollar bill. I folded it and handed it to her. “Thank you.”, she said, “It was my pleasure. Wait here, I will be right back.” She hurriedly pulled her top back on and fixed her panties. She scurried out of the room. Beth was just sitting there, her skirt still pushed up with a confused look on her face. “You ok.”, I asked her, “You look a bit frazzled.” “I … , I…, can’t believe that just happened.”, Beth mumbled, “I am so embarrassed.” , she said looking away from me. “Why ?”, I asked, “I thought you were incredible. I will never forget tonight.” Just then the door opened and Raine returned. She had put on a beautiful long black Japanese Kimono. She walked over to me and put a card in my hand, and leaned over into my ear. “I also do private parties.”, she whispered, “Call the number, leave a message and maybe I will get back to you.” With that , she turned and walked out. I looked at the card in my hand. It was high gloss black with gold lettering on it. It simply said Raine. Under her name was a phone number, nothing more. “What’s that ?”, Beth asked me. “Just a business card for the club.”, I answered as I put it in my pocket. Beth stood up, straightened her skirt and blouse and fixed her hair. We both left the room and walked back downstairs to find Lance. I knew Beth was nervous of how Lance was going to react. She knew it was going to be a long night. When Lance got pissed, he always took it out on Beth. Chapter Six We entered the main room downstairs and looked around for Lance. I soon spotted him sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. After a second, it was apparent to both Beth and I , he was hitting on her. We approached him from behind so he had no idea we had come down from upstairs. Beth walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and when he saw us, we got his usual annoyed look. Beth told him we were ready to leave after he finished his last drink. In typical Lance fashion, he responded. “Who said this was my last drink.”, he snapped at her. “I think you have had enough, lets go ok. I want to be home before it gets too late.” “Well I don’t much give a fuck what you think, I’m not ready to go.”, he responded. I knew this might happen. Lance never knew when to quit. To be honest, I was really quite surprised he had never wrapped himself around a tree or had a serious accident while drunk. I don’t think he ever had a DWI either, if he did I never heard about it. Beth turned and looked at me, I simply shrugged my shoulders. She turned back to Lance and continued to try to convince him it was time to go. I looked at my watch and noticed it was 11:40 p.m., twenty minutes until the new year rang in. I thought to myself what a way to ring in another year, dealing with a drunk. I looked over my shoulder and saw a small table that no one was seated at. I moved over to it, pulled out a chair and sat down. Beth continued arguing with Lance and the more they talked the louder he became. She reached down and took his arm and tried to urge him off the bar stool. He made a swinging motion with his arm to get it away from her, coming very close to hitting her in the face. I was tired of this and him. I got up and walked over to them. “Look Beth, lets not do this here. We are guests of Riley’s and it is the Grand Opening, lets not make a scene.”, I told her calmly. She agreed and backed off Lance a few steps. He got up and started to move toward her. I quickly stepped between them. He stopped abruptly and looked up at me. I am considerably bigger then Lance in both height and weight. I had continued both cardio and weight training long after my college football days were over. Considering my age, I was in much better shape than most of the younger guys who trained at my health club. I am close to 6’3” tall, weighed about 240 lbs. but have a thirty inch waist. “What’s your problem ?”, he barked at me. I simply stated in a very calm matter of fact voice that I agreed with Beth, maybe it was time to go. I offered to follow them home and make sure everyone got home safe and sound. This family did not need any further tragedy. “Well, since I don’t give a fuck about her opinion.” , he said , pointing at Beth, “What makes you think I give a fuck about yours.” “Personally what you give a fuck about is the least of my worries.”, I calmly replied, “If you want to kill yourself, great, but I don’t want anything to happen to Beth.” “Take a fucking hike asshole.”, he replied and put his finger in my face. Beth reached over and grabbed my shoulder. She pleaded with us not to do this. She just wanted to go home. But if it was going to cause all these problems, she agreed to stay with Lance. He sneered at me , turned around and sat back at the bar. I knew as long as Lance was getting free drinks, he would not leave. Besides, he was too far gone now to drive anyway. I calmly moved next to him and asked if it would be ok to drive Beth home, that way he could stay. He looked over at her and made a wave of his hand in our direction. “I don’t care if you leave. I can have a better time by myself., “ he laughed. “Please be careful on the way home.”, Beth pleaded, as he turned his back on us. I took her arm and gently guided her towards the door. I saw Riley in the center of the room and walked over to thank him again. He told me he was really glad I could make it and to come back anytime. He winked and asked us if we enjoyed the private entertainment. Beth blushed and looked down. We shook hands and I told him we would talk soon. We left the club and walked down the block to the lot where my car was parked. I gave the Valet my stub and he hurried off to get my vehicle. Beth never said a word while we waited. Soon he returned and stepped out of my car. I tipped him and he hurried to the other side and opened the door for Beth. She climbed in and we pulled off the lot and headed home. We were driving only for a few minutes, when Beth looked at the clock on the dash. “It’s 11:58.”, she said, “Almost midnight. I don’t know how many more year’s I can keep doing this.” I drove a few minutes more and approached the on-ramp to the Mississippi River Bridge which connects both the East and West Banks of the river. The signal light turned red at the bottom of the ramp and I came to a complete stop. “It’s 12:03.”, Beth said, “We missed the New Year. Oh well, no use in it being a total loss.” With that, she reached over and put one hand behind my neck. She moved her lips to mine and kissed me. Soft at first, then pressing into my mouth with more urgency. I felt the end of her tongue on my lips. I opened my lips and mine met hers. I reached around and pulled her close to me. God, this was so good. Suddenly, a car horn broke the silence. I pulled away and looked up. The light had turned green and the driver behind me had noticed I was occupied. I waved my apology back and drove up the ramp. We pulled up to the gate in our subdivision about thirty five minutes later. I entered my code, watched the gate pull back and drove in. I was a few blocks from her house when she turned and looked at me. “I don’t want to go home Jeff. I can’t deal with Jeff tonight. I am so tired of this. I wish I could go home with you.”, she said softly. “I don’t think that would be a good idea Beth. What the hell would Lance say when he got home and you were not there. ?”, I replied. “Your right, I know, but I just don’t want to go into that house. Would you bring me to my Mom and Dad’s ?” she asked. “You think they up this late ? Its almost one in the morning.”, I asked. Beth picked up her cell phone and called her parents. They were asleep but answered relatively quickly. It was her Dad on the phone. She briefly told him what had happened and asked if she could come stay with them tonight. They agreed and Beth told them, she would be there shortly. I pulled up in front of her home a minute or so later. I asked if she wanted me to drive her but she reconsidered saying she would take her car. She thanked me and got out. Reluctantly, I drove off and watched her through my mirror walk up the drive. I went to sleep that night wondering what the hell Lance would do when he got home and Beth was gone. Beth was going to catch hell tomorrow. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was I hope Beth arrived at her parents safely. New Year’s Day came and went, I heard nothing from Beth. The following Monday morning arrived quickly and I left for work. As I passed the front of Beth and Lance’s home, I noticed his car was there, hers was not. Beth never left for work this early. Was she still at her Mom’s ? The entire next week was strange. I finally saw Beth’s car home on Thursday evening when I returned home. I figured to my self, she had made Lance sweat a bit before coming back home. I had not heard a word from her in almost a week. Soon another weekend had passed, it was late Sunday night when I got into bed. All I could think about was Beth and how my private little world all alone had suddenly become so complicated. I simply had to get her out of mind once and for all. A few days later at work, I received a call from my mother in law. She asked me if I could stop by on my way home, she wanted to talk to me. I agreed and a few hours later we were seated in her kitchen. My father in law was in the back yard working. She asked if I had spoken to Beth lately? I told her no, not for about two weeks. She told me that Beth and Lance were having problems and that Beth was thinking of getting a separation. She went on to tell me about New Year’s Eve night and the next few days Beth had stayed with her. She asked me if I would keep an eye out around their house and let her know if I saw anything out of place. I agreed and left shortly after. That Sunday I was watching the football game when the doorbell rang. I got up and went to the door, surprised to see who standing there. “Can I talk to you for minute ?”, Lance asked. I let Lance in and we walked back to sofa and sat down. I could tell this was awkward for him, he was not his usual self. He told me that he had decided to leave Beth. He went on to say that things had been cold and distant between them for years now. I was glad to hear him say that the problems went back that far. It somewhat made me feel better that I had not been the sole cause of the split up. I asked him if they had both thought this out and this was what they both wanted. He told me that this had been coming for some time now. He admitted that most of this was his fault, especially the drinking. He told me he was miserable and drank to ease the pain. He also said that he had found someone else and it was depressing not to be with her. Funny, I thought, I can relate to that. It was unusual to see Lance like this. He was normal, no arrogance. I actually felt bad for him. I told him that anything either of them needed, all they had to do was ask. He got up, shook my hand and apologized to me for his behavior the past few years. He thanked me and asked me to keep an eye on the house and Beth. I smiled, thinking you don’t have to ask me that twice. He thanked me once again and left quickly. I sat there the rest of that day debating on whether to call Beth. I decided against it, it was too soon. Then I began thinking, what if Beth’s advances to me had been out of the same depression that Lance had been feeling ? Maybe now that she was out of her marriage, she would have a change of heart. Perhaps now, Beth would want to start a new life. I decided right then and there that I would let Beth make the next move, I would not pressure her one bit. Days passed into weeks with no contact. The only news I received was from my in laws. Lance had gotten an apartment in town, Beth was working a lot trying to keep her mind off things. They seemed relieved that they had split up. They thought it was a long time coming. Chapter Seven I would pass Beth’s everyday hoping to see her outside and give me an excuse to stop and chat. But lately she seemed to be keeping longer hours than I did. My mother in law called constantly asking me if everything looked normal around there. I told her I had not heard or seen Beth in well over a month. She told me they talked on the phone every other night or so. Then she told me something that made my heart sink. “I think Beth has met someone new, Jeff.”, my mother in law said. “What makes you think that ?”, I responded in my bravest voice. “Last night she asked if it was too soon for her to be interested in another man ?”, was her reply. She went on to tell me Beth had told her nothing specific, but from the conversation, she had figured that she had recently met someone. My heart sank and I felt sick to my stomach. I quickly made up an excuse and ended the conversation. I sat there stunned. I had no idea what to do. I thought about going over to Beth’s and confronting her, telling her how much I loved her and asking her to be with me. But the more I thought about it, I was sure that was so unfair to Beth. If she had indeed met someone else, what a terrible position I would put her in. No matter how much it hurt, I had to back off. I decided to take a shower and go to bed. I really did not feel well. I skipped the next two Sundays at the in laws , keeping to myself. The last thing I needed to do was run into Beth . I tried to keep myself busy with work and errands, doing my best to stay pre-occupied. Soon it was the weekend again and I headed home Friday evening. I drove passed Beth’s and saw her taking packages out of her car. She waved at me and motioned for me to stop. I pulled to the curb and lowered the window. She came over with a smile and leaned in the passenger window. “Hey, Jeff, how are you ?” , she asked brightly. “I am ok, how have you been ?”, was my response. “Things have been rough, but they are getting better.”, she replied. She went on to tell me that things had quieted down between her and Lance. In fact they had dinner the night before and managed to work out most of the financial arrangements of their divorce. She told me that they actually got along much better now then when they were together. I just smiled and shook my head as if I understood. She then asked me why I hadn’t been to her parents house in almost a month. I responded I just had not been feeling well lately and wanted to be alone. She frowned at me and told me she understood, for the past few years, even though her and Lance lived together, she in fact felt alone. “Jeff, I have to discuss the building with you. We are either going to have to sell it or we have to buy Lance out.”, she informed me. I had not thought of this. I still owned half of the building that Beth’s business was in. Lance owned half of Beth’s share. I started to ask price, amounts, things like that. “Tell you what.”, she said, “I am going to clean up, I will go out and get dinner, meet you back at your place about eight o’clock. We can come up with a plan.” “That’s fine.”, I replied, “See you then.” Beth arrived about ten minutes after eight carrying bags of take out from Kentucky Fried Chicken. I was glad to see Beth wearing long jeans, and a button up blouse. The last thing I needed was anything to make me feel even worst about what had happened. We went into kitchen, sat at the table and began to eat. I really was not that hungry, my stomach was in a knot. Beth began to explain the arrangement that her and Lance had agreed upon. Beth wanted to keep the house but could not afford to buy Lance out of it. She agreed to giving him half of their savings and buy him out of the building in exchange for him signing over the equity in their home to her. So basically what it amounted to was having to come up with about 175,000.00 to buy him out of the business. She had roughly about 50,000.00 in cash from the savings which was her share. She agreed to sign over the complete building to me in exchange for me buying Lance out with the balance. Money had never been a problem with me. Thankfully Susan and I had prepared in the event one of us had died prematurely. We had mortgage protection on our home, the business and several pieces of land we owned together. All of the balance’s were paid a few months after Susan’s death, leaving me with only minor expenses. In addition we each had two large life insurances polices, so I was financially secure. I told Beth, I would contact my bank officer and start a mortgage on the building for the roughly 125,000.00, Lance was owed. I told Beth her business could pay the monthly notes and that signing over her interests in the building was not necessary. I told her anything I could do to help out during this time, I would be glad to do so. I could see her exhale a huge sigh of relief. Her eyes watered up and she tried to express herself. “Jeff, I don’t know what to say. That is so generous of you. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”, she said softly. “You don’t have to.”, I replied, “Your family. That is what families do, take care of each other. Besides, I know that’s what Susan would have wanted me to do. I just want you to be happy, Beth.” We finished eating, cleaned the kitchen quickly and moved into the great room. She sat on the sofa, I sat across from her in my chair. We continued to talk about the details of the building until we were both satisfied with how it was going to transpire. Without much warning, Beth changed the subject quickly. “Jeff, I know this is going to be awkward, but I really need to tell you something.”, she said in a low voice. “Yes, I know.”, I quickly replied, “Your mom told me.” She looked puzzled for a moment, then asked what I meant by that. “Your mom has the idea that you might have met someone recently and could be thinking of starting a relationship.”, I added. Beth look startled and confused, moving uneasy on the sofa. “I can’t believe that my mom read me that well. I mean, I really did not say anything that I know of that would have given her any clue.”, Beth answered. So it was true, she had met someone. I decided as much as this was going to hurt, I had to take the noble way out. Before Beth could say anything else, I decided to let her off the hook. “Beth, I am not going to lie to you and tell you that I do not care for you. You know I do. But all I want is for you to be happy. I know what it’s like to live with hurt and I don’t want that for you. I am glad that you met someone, you deserve to be happy.”, I told her. “Anything you need from me, you just ask. I wish you all the best.”, I continued. She was just looking at me with a blank stare, like she could not believe what I was saying. I am not sure how much time passed, it seemed like an eternity, then she responded. “Well, in fact, I have met someone.”, she finally replied, “And I am not positive but I think I may be in love with him.” My heart sank, I felt my stomach tighten, but I tried my best not to let on I was dying inside. I smiled at her and she continued to tell me how confused she had been for the past few months, so unsure of the right thing to do. She told me she was hesitant to start another relationship so soon after separating from Lance. She was moving slow to be absolutely sure this was real, not perhaps just a rebound relationship. “I understand.”, I told her, “But if you truly have fallen in love, don’t waste any more time. Be happy. Anytime you need to talk or need a shoulder to lean on, I am here for you.” “Jeff, I always admired you, and in a lot of ways, I have always been extremely jealous of Susan. I saw how the two of you got along. You both were always so happy, always kidding each other, always laughing. Not only were you lovers, you were best friends. Now, I can see why Susan was so in love with you.” I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Here was my sister in law telling me she had fallen in love with another man, while my heart was crying out to tell her how much I loved her. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. But what good would that do. I was unhappy, why burden her with this. “You know it takes a special man to tell me what you just did. After what we shared together, you’re only concerned about my happiness, my chance to be in love again.” she said softly. “Yes, Jeff.”, she said looking down at her feet, “ I am pretty sure I have fallen in love again and it scares me.” There it was , the final blow. My heart was pounding so hard, I was pretty sure she could hear it. My stomach was twisted in knots, I felt like I had suddenly developed a high fever. Once again, I was alone. Chapter Eight I was trying my best to be supportive but all I could think of was someone else would be holding Beth at night. After Susan’s death, I had battled with just about every emotion one can have. I blamed God, blamed him for not giving me a fair shake in life. We had been successful, had a beautiful home, money, we were happy. It just was not fair. For a long time I was bitter at everything and everyone. But as time passed, I realized that no one knows what life will throw at them. Just when you think you have been dealt a cruel blow, you look around and see someone much worst off than yourself. “Does Lance know about your new love interest ?”, I asked Beth. “No.”, she replied, “But it should not matter to him. He has been seeing someone for years behind my back. So to be honest, I really am not worried about what he thinks.” “I have seen it happen a lot though Beth. Guys leave their wife for someone else, they think they don’t care, until their wife finds someone who shows interest, then the jealousy starts.”, I told her. Beth, tilted her head in a puzzled look and paused a moment. “Jeff, you have no clue do you ?”, she asked , “You never asked who I think I am in love with.” “ I really don’t think I want to know, Beth.”, I responded. Suddenly Beth gave me the most pitiful look. Her eyes filled with water and a tear ran down one cheek. She moved over to the end of the sofa and took my hand. “Jeff, I am so sorry. I was not thinking right. I think you misunderstood me. Yes, I do think I am in love, but it’s with you silly.” she said softly. It felt that the weight of the entire world had just been lifted off of my shoulders. I can’t describe the feeling, but for the first time in a very long time, I felt a sudden peace. “You thought I was talking about someone else ?”. she asked. I nodded dumbfounded. The lump in my throat stopped me from talking. “Even though you thought I was talking about another man, you supported me. No Jeff, its you. I have been fighting this since that day here in this room, when we…..” , she stopped. I got up and moved next to her on the sofa. My hand brushed the hair from her cheek. Once again my heart was pounding, but for a much different reason. “This is going to be very difficult at first, when people find out. Its not going to be pleasant.”, I warned her. She said nothing. She leaned over and her lips met mine. It felt wonderful like before, but different. We leaned back our arms wrapped around each other. I kissed her for what seemed an eternity. I never wanted to let her go. I was hoping this was not a dream. We kissed over and over, slowly with no urgency, holding each other. She looked up at me and smiled. “I need to run home for a little while, but I will be back. I want to spend the night with you. I want to wake up in your arms. Is that ok ?” she asked me. I had forgotten what it felt like to wake in the morning next to a woman. It had been so long, I barely could remember. “I would like that Beth. Please hurry.”, was all I could muster. Beth kissed me again and promised she would be right back. As she closed the door my head was spinning. I hurried to the master bedroom and made sure everything was perfect. I jumped into the shower and cleaned up, getting ready for her. Just as I threw the clothes in the hamper, I heard the door open. I met her in the hallway, she was carrying a small bag over her shoulder. She leaned up and kissed me again. “I am going to clean up, if that’s ok.”, she told me, “I will be right with you. Open a bottle of wine, I think I will need a few glasses.” She stepped into the master bath, closed the door. I heard her turn on the water and start filling the tub. I went downstairs and pulled a bottle of Merlot from the rack and went back to the kitchen. I opened the bottle, grabbed two glasses and headed back to the bedroom. When I stepped in the bedroom, I heard that familiar hum of the jets in the tub. I turned off the light and turned on a very small lamp next to the bed. I pulled back the linen and slid into the sheets. Even though we had shared two previous encounters, I was nervous as hell. Maybe five minutes passed and I heard the motors on the tub turn off. I heard the drain open and knew she was finishing up. I poured two glasses of wine and placed them on the nightstand. Soon I heard her hand on the door handle. I held my breathe, silently anticipating. Beth came out into the dimly lit room. She was wearing a floor length burgundy colored gown. It was lace from head to toe and she looked magnificent. She walked slowly over to my side of the bed. “I hope you approve.”, she said, “I bought this especially for you.” “You are beautiful Beth.”, I replied, “You’re breathe taking.” She lowered her down on top of me and my lips met hers. Her perfume was subtle, not over whelming, but just right. She smelled fresh with a scent of baby powder. Her lips were warm, soft and moist. Her tongue was soon entangled with mine. Instantly my cock began to harden pressing against her soft firm body. My right on her back moved down and I cupped her ass. She began to move her hips and press her pussy into me. I rolled over to the left and lowered her on her side. I looked deep into her eyes, I felt her warm breathe on my face. “I love you Beth.” I whispered, “I love you too, Jeff.” My hand slid down her thigh and I slowly slid her gown up her leg. My hand reached between her warm smooth thighs and I found her pussy. She was absolutely drenched in fluids. I pushed one finger deep inside her, then back out again. Looking into her soft eyes, I withdrew the finger, placed it between my lips and sucked on it. I could see a sparkle glimmer in her eye. I lowered myself down her body, until my face was between her thighs. I extended my tongue and softly licked her pussy from bottom to top. She arched her back at my first touch, knowing what was yet to come. I continued to kiss her long smooth lips, every now and then pushing my tongue into her. Her hand went to the back of my head, softly stroking my neck, encouraging me on. I reached up and with my fingers opened her lips to expose her clit. I pressed my lips to her clit and gently began to suck on it. I could taste the juices that were now beginning to flow from her pussy, thick, warm and sweet. My lips released her clit as my tongue began to swirl around it. Her breathing was becoming shallow now, more urgent. As my tongue circled her clit, I pressed one finger inside her, just passed her opening. Her body shivered as I pushed my finger deep inside her. Her hips came up from the bed and pressed into my face. Suddenly she cried out. “Jeff, now , now, I’m cummingggggg.” With that, I pulled my finger from inside her and replaced it with my tongue. My hands grabbed her ass and pressed her firmly into my mouth. I felt her juices flow all over my tongue and lips. She bucked wildly against my mouth. “God Damn , that’s so fucking good.” she screamed. For close to thirty seconds, I kept my tongue deep inside her as I felt her orgasm slowly subside. Her breathing was now returning to normal. I got up and moved my body above hers. I leaned down and kissed her lips. Her tongue immediately moved into my mouth as she tasted her first orgasm. Her tongue ran along my teeth and along my lips. She reached down and pushed my shorts off with one motion. Her hand wrapped around my cock as she guided me to her pussy. As she looked into my eyes, she placed my cock between her warm, very wet pussy. I took a deep breathe and slowly pushed my cock into her. The walls of her pussy were warm and very wet. It had been years since I had been deep inside of a woman. I leaned down and once again we kissed. I went very slow, I knew if I didn’t I would not last very long. Her pussy felt like velvet against my rock hard cock. I began to move inside of her very slowly. Pushing as deep into her as I could, then pulling almost all of the way out, then back down again. I cannot describe the feeling she gave me. Her hands were softly caressing my back as she looked up at me. Even though this was the first time we were making love, it seemed so right, so natural. I felt my orgasm coming, then suddenly for some reason, sanity came screaming back. “Oh, Beth…Um….I forgot about protection.” I stammered. “Its ok baby, I am on the pill.”, she replied, “Cum inside me, Jeff.” That’s all it took. I pushed deep inside her and I felt the first jet of cum explode against the walls of her pussy. Over and over, I felt streams of hot cum wash her insides. She reached up and pulled my lips to hers. She whispered into my mouth. “Let it go baby, fill my pussy with that hot cum.” I continued to move gently inside of her, feeling the effect of my cum inside of her. My breathing returned somewhat to normal as I lifted my weight off of her. Her hands pushed me off to the right and I rolled over and out of her. Without any hesitation she moved down my body and took my softening cock into her mouth. She gently began to suck me as her hand caressed my cock. The feeling was incredible, gentle, so loving. As she continued to suck me, I reached over and began to stroke her thighs. I thought for a second, then moved my lips back to her pussy. I had never done anything like this, so I was hesitant and not sure how she would respond as well. I decided to take a chance. I extended my tongue and touched her pussy. Her body jolted in reaction to my touch. I timidly extended my tongue again this time, slowly licking between her lips. “Oh my God Jeff.”, she cried out, “Are you sure ?” “Mmmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm.”, I replied without ever taking my mouth from her pussy. I had never tasted my own cum before, much less give oral sex to a woman after I had cum inside her. But I didn’t hesitate, as I pushed my tongue inside of her. I tasted cum for the first time, salty, tangy, different. I slowly withdrew my tongue and swallowed some. Again I opened her lips and pushed my tongue deep inside of her. Suddenly she released my cock from her lips, grabbed my head with both hands and pressed my face firmly into her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh My God, I’m cumming.”, she wailed. I felt a huge splash of liquid hit my face. It soaked me, her legs, the bed. Her orgasm went on and on, probably longer than the first. Slowly her grip on my head relaxed and I eased the pressure of my mouth on her. I gently licked along her lips, stopping every once in a while to lick her still rock hard clit. “Oh my god, I have never cum like that before.”, she whispered. I moved back up the bed and lay next to her. Her hand caressed my cheek lovingly. I pulled her close to me and kissed her again. Her hand moved down my body and wrapped around my cock. I had begun to get hard again. She slowly stroked my cock up and down as she kissed me. She broke our kiss , then moved down my body. She wrapped her lips around my cock and started to use suction on me. I felt my cock again begin to swell. She moved her hand up right under the head of my cock and began to stroke me with some urgency, her lips wrapped around the end of my cock. “Cum in my mouth baby.”, she whispered. Her stroking became quicker and I knew it was only a matter of seconds. “Beth, I’m gonna cum baby.” She moved her mouth off of me as she frantically jerked me off. The first rope of cum hit my chest. Thick streams of cum erupted from my cock. She continued her relentless hand movements milking me for all she was worth. She then leaned over, took my cum covered cock deep into her mouth and cleaned me off with her tongue. Her hand covered in cum stroked my chest. She looked up at me and smiled. “I think I may need a shower. You wanna join me ?”, she asked.

“I don’t know how they do it, honestly.” “What do you mean?” “Keep up the secrecy. These women are nothing but strippers and prostitutes, selling themselves for money. What I’m saying is, I really don’t know how they can keep it a secret.” “You think people in their life don’t know?” “I don’t know how they could, who would be associated with someone like that? It’s just.. I don’t know Mary, I can’t even believe we’re talking about this right now.” My closest friend was sitting across from me at my kitchen table, sipping her tea and endlessly talking about a topic she wasn't really familiar with. The truth is, I didn't know much about it either until a few months ago. This is probably where I should begin the story, but there was something about this conversation that reminded me of my own past feelings on the matter. Plus, she was the one who suggested I look online for some additional work. It seems like ages ago that I came across the ad while searching for jobs online. Paul, my husband of nearly 20 years, passed away suddenly from a heart attack the summer before last, and I fell behind on all the bills while grieving him. No one blamed me, and I received a lot of support from friends and family, from both my side and Paul's. In hindsight, I suppose I could have accepted the help, or even asked for it now. But that wasn't my style. I've always been an independent person, and I was confident I could manage on my own. A year later, I was finally beginning to emerge from the fog of losing the love of my life. I’d returned to my job as the science teacher at the local high school, but it was becoming clear that one income wasn’t going to be enough to support not only myself, but my 18 year old son Peter as well. He had his sights set on going to college next fall and I really didn’t’ want to have to tell him he’d have to wait until I had enough money saved up. Luckily Paul and I had started a fund for it a couple years back, but it was still a far cry from tuition. So anyways here I was, a 41 year old widow surfing the internet job postings on the PC in my husband’s old office, hoping to find a way to send my kid to college. Having practically walked into my teaching job out of college I’d never had to go on a job search before and didn’t really know where to start. My best friend, Joyce, told me to try some of the local job posting sites first and also gave me a list of some other ones to check out. I pecked away at the keys, yawning, rubbing my eyes and tightening up my robe, scrolling down a list of relevant jobs. There were a few for substitutes, some home schooling gigs, tutor work, and even some foreign jobs teaching english. Unfortunately, I realized I was a bit under prepared when I saw they all asked for a cover letter, resume and references. I sipped my coffee and sat back, looking around the room. I’d cleaned out most of Paul’s stuff, leaving only the books and office supplies. Figuring I might as well make use of the day, I pulled out some paper, put it in the printer beside me and tried to come up with a good resume. By the time I finished my cup of coffee, I’d gotten basically nowhere. All I had down was my name, address, phone number and email address. I sighed out loud and got up, my robe swaying a bit letting some cool air rush over my warm body underneath. I bit my lip and confessed to myself that I really just wanted to crawl back into bed. Walking down the hall and back to the kitchen I passed by my son’s room, seeing it was pretty messy as usual and eerily vacant. It wasn’t that it was unusual that he was gone, it was Saturday and he probably slept over at one of his friends last night. Peter was a bit of a geek, which might sound harsh coming from his own mother, but it was a good thing. I didn’t like worrying about him and knew that I didn’t have to. He was smart. He liked books and computers and only had a few good close friends. He seemed happy, and I was happy for him. It was really rough on him losing his father, but they were different and really only shared the biological bond. Paul was a very out going, strong, confident man.. Which was pretty much the opposite of Peter. I shut his door and went to pour myself some more coffee, eating a muffin to hopefully get my mind working a little sharper. Getting back to the computer, I had a new sense of optimism and decided to explore some other options outside of teaching, thinking that maybe a change would be good for me. I’d become quite bored with my current routine of going to school every day during the week, marking papers and sleeping all weekend. Clicking through some of the other sites that Joyce had given me, I found the “gigs” section. These jobs weren’t part-time or full-time, they were just temporary or contract type positions. It definitely peaked my interest to have some freelance type of work that wouldn’t have to interfere with teaching. Immediately I was drawn to the ads that said “WORK FROM HOME!”.. I’d heard about jobs like this before but thought they must be some sort of scam or something. Right now though, I really didn’t have anything to lose and working from home would be the perfect solution. A few of them seemed to be alright, typing, data entry type of stuff which I was sure I could do. I emailed them each a nice little message about how I thought I could do the job fairly easily and felt really good about myself. I kept looking through the rest, and then there it was… “Have you ever been called a MILF? We’re looking for mature, sexy, confident women to join a new up and coming web cam model site! Work from home, all you need is a web cam and a talent for turning guys on! Earn real cash! Get paid monthly! Start today!!!!!!” The words pierced through my mind as I read them once, twice, and then a third time… “MILF” .. “mature”.. “sexy”… It almost sounded too good to be true. Wait.. what was I thinking? I couldn’t do that.. I’m not sexy and obviously not confident.. A MILF? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before. A shiver went over my body and I suddenly felt extremely naked.. I guess technically I was partially naked, wearing only my underwear and a thin tank top beneath my robe. My mind couldn’t sit still, and I felt myself literally sitting on the edge of my chair, my hand moving the mouse over the link provided below the ad and clicking absent-mindedly. Before I could catch my breath, my eyes were met with a screen full of scantily clad women around my age. All sitting inside their little squares, in various states of undress, putting on a show for… 240 people?!?! Most of these rooms had a couple hundred viewers at least.. My mouth went dry, and I could almost feel all the hydration in my body rush between my legs at once. My face went red and my whole body started to heat up, just thinking about being watched by that many people. All of them waiting for me to take my clothes off for them… God was I actually thinking about doing this? .. I started having flashbacks to when I was in college, only once having anywhere close to that many people seeing me naked all at once. But that was a different time, and my body definitely doesn’t look like it did 20 years ago. Although, now seeing these women in front of me, I can honestly say I look a lot better than most of them. Not to be conceded or anything, but I did have a shred or two of confidence about myself left and it seemed to be rising to the surface the more I thought about this proposition. I clicked on the most popular cam room, the girl was blonde like I am and actually had a lot of similar features. Her breasts were as big if not a little bigger, she wasn’t slim by any means but carried herself well like I like to think I do. She was really quite beautiful from what I could see, and I felt myself even being drawn into her show.. I think the thing that turned me on the most was the fact that I couldn’t see her face. The camera was only capturing everything from her neck down to her mid drift and the mystery of who she could be, what her face looked like, was for some reason very enticing. I suppose the other 200 people in the room thought so too, and a few of them really thought so because they were tipping her like crazy! I was in the room for all of about 5 mins and she made $40 just from playing with her tits! She hadn’t even taken them out of her black lace bra yet.. I admit, this was the moment that I was hooked. My free hand had found its way to my thigh, rubbing up the hem of my robe, slowly pushing its way towards the centre of my body. I already knew my panties were completely soaked as my finger tip grazed over the soft damp cotton. I felt insatiable. Something was taking over me, and I loved it. I threw my robe to the floor and pushed the chair back a bit from the desk. I was breathing harder again and knew I needed to touch myself or I was going to explode! I started to rub my tummy back and forth, scratching lightly, feeling the tingle move over the outside of my body and back to my very hot and very very soaked pussy. Watching as the woman on the screen reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She teased us by not letting us see at first, holding the cups up over her nipples and even dropping a little smile into the screen. She bit her lip, and I bit mine. Slowly she removed the black material from over her tits and quickly replaced it with the palms of her hands. I caught a quick glimpse of the light pink of her nipples and it sent me into a total friendsy. It had been years since I’d last played with another woman, but I’d always known I was bisexual.. Or at least open to it. In a lot of ways it was because I was attracted to my own body, and seeing another woman with similar attributes made me feel incredibly sexy and down right hot. I was just starting to move my hand under the waist band of my underwear when the screen tinted black and a pop up window flashed up on the computer screen- “Thank you for watching! Your free 10 mins is up! If you’d like to continue watching our models, please sign up now. It’s completely free!” I let out a long and frustrated sigh, looking to the sky and groaning, knowing that now I had to sign up. I filled out the little form they had and chose a screename, BestMomEver44. I didn’t know why I chose that name, but I thought if nothing else, no one would ever know it was me. Besides, this was going into research for a job I might be doing in order to send my son to college, I really did think I was the best mom ever. I was in. I went back to the room of the blonde I had been watching, her name on the screen was MILFYME. Now I could see all of her profile information and stats. Age: 39 years old Bra size: 34EE Body type: BBW Language: English Location: New Jersey Wow, I thought to myself, the only difference between us was that she was two years younger and lived in New Jersey. There was more info about her below but I wasn’t about to scroll so far as to lose the view of her amazing body. She finally let her hands move, pinching her little pink nipples between her fingers and squeezing as much of her big full breasts as she could. Immediately I pulled my tank top over my head and put it on the floor next to my discarded robe. It felt so good to expose my chest and grab my own tits imitating “milfy” as she slowly teased herself for us. She was definitely good at it and I was already taking notes in my mind of how she worked the room, getting bigger and bigger tips as she went along. I think that added to my excitement, seeing her get paid for playing with herself was turning me on like crazy! When she started to stand up, I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed my hand into my panties, running over the little patch of fur that I’d trimmed neatly a few days earlier, which was something I’d always done ever since I was a young adult. My clit was already so swollen that I had to skip over it or else I would have screamed out loud and cum right then and there. I let my index finger slide down my wet slit to the bottom and back up, curling it up into my pulsing pussy. By now my eyes were so glazed over that I couldn’t really see the computer anymore. In fact, I completely lost track of where I was and what I was doing. There was only one thing on my mind and that was that I needed to cum, badly. I pushed my finger into my pussy and slid it in and out, moaning into my shoulder as I fucked myself slowly. My other hand was working my nipple, pinching, pulling, rubbing it, feeling electrical sensations drive over my body and mind. I tilted my head back and pushed another finger into my hot little hole, now humping against my hand as I did. Faster and faster I kept trying to get deeper inside of myself, feeling the heat close in over me. Finally I was getting closer and closer, so I moved my hand from my tits down to my clit and lightly rubbed over it. “Ohhhh fuuuuckk” I moaned rather loudly. I started to cringe and wiggle in the chair as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me, my hips wildly bucking against my hands. The wet sounds coming from my pussy were making me even hornier. I started to rub my clit a little faster to match the other hand’s fingers now pounding into me. “Ohh… Ohh!… Ohhhh! Fuck! Ahhhh my god, yesssss!!!” My body began to shake and lock up as my orgasm ran over my entire body, from head to toe, every inch tingling with an intense pleasure I can only describe as the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I completely let go as my pussy started to spasm and build with pressure, forcing my fingers out as it tried to squeeze down on them. I felt relief wash over me as I came and came, over and over, moaning and moaning.. It was impossible to catch my breath as I tried to calm down. I swear I think I passed out for a few minutes before finally coming back to my senses. I sat up slowly, barely able to as my pussy was still so sensitive. My toes curled as they touched the floor, which I felt was very wet. Looking down I could see my feet were resting in a huge puddle of my own cum. I started to giggle and grabbed my mouth a bit embarrassed. I tried to clean up using my tank top, but that wasn’t really going to do the trick. I got up, stripped off my completely drenched pink panties, gathered my robe and top together and trotted to the laundry room. I was still giggling to myself, thinking I felt more like a teenager than a mother right now. Putting everything into the washer, I was about to turn it on when I heard the front door slam shut. “Oh shit, Peter’s home!” I whispered to myself out loud. Quickly I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and another tank top sitting in the basket beside the dryer, put them on and pranced out down the hall to meet him. “Hey hunny! How was your night?” I said out of breath with a big smile. “Umm, it was fine Mom. Just played video games at Jeff’s. We stayed up pretty late tho so I think I’m just going to check my email and lay down for a bit if that’s ok?” “Yes, of course sweety. I’m just doing some laundry and some things around the house, I’ll call you later for dinner!” “Sounds good. Thanks.” He smiled at me and gave me a quick hug before disappearing into his room. I turned around, ran back to the laundry room to grab a towel and then tip toed down the hall past his shut door and into the office. I closed the door lightly and started to clean up my mess. The room smelt of sex, and actually started to get me hot again. I sat down and looked at the screen, MILFYME was gone but I was still signed in. I left her room and clicked to see a few more, now feeling even naughtier with my son just down the hall. I couldn’t even help myself, like I said, I was hooked. I decided to get brave and see what kind of attention I could get, I desperately needed it I realized later. Setting up my room wasn’t difficult, all I had to do was give them my real name and link it with my PayPal account. Before I knew it, it was asking me if I was ready to go live… I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and clicked YES. To be continued…

“Okay,” Carl said, slipping back into the car and shaking the water off his body like a dog. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?” “The good news,” I said. “And stop getting us all wet.” “That's what you get for making me run out. Well, the good news is they're not filled up. The bad news is, they only have one room. The good news is, it has two king beds. And the bad news is, I think they're charging us special 'torrential rainstorm and every other motel in the area is booked' rates.” “I say let's go for it,” my wife Susan said. “It's getting late, and if we wait we'll end up spending the night in the car.” We all agreed, and this time it was my turn to dash into the lobby and check us in. Then we drove around to the front of our room and ran inside like maniacs, but were all still soaked by the time we made it inside. Scott went into the bathroom and came back with four towels, and we dried ourselves as best we could. What a disaster this night had been so far: we'd been looking forward to going to this concert with Cathy and Carl for weeks (Cathy is Susan's sister and Carl's her husband, and we're a lot closer with them than we are with any other couple), but halfway there, the rain started. Streets began to flood, we ended up taking a detour, we almost skidding off the road once, the concert was canceled after all that, and now we were stranded 60 miles from home with both the weather and the roads getting increasingly bad. So yeah, we weren't going to turn down any clean, dry place to stay. Once we were as dry as we going to get, Susie and I sitting on the edge of one bed and Cathy and Carl on the other, Carl said “Okay, are we going to address the elephant in the room?” “I guess the world won't end if we slept in our underwear,” I said. “It's not as if haven't been to the beach together a dozen times.” “Sleeping in our clothing isn't an option,” Susan agreed. “Everybody's clothing is soaked.” “Um,” Cathy said softly, “I'm not wearing a bra.” Without intending to, my eyes shot over to her chest, to see whether I could see through her shirt. No such luck, she was wearing a thick, black t-shirt with the band logo on it, but she noticed what I was doing and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sorry,” I said, having managed to offend my wife, my sister-in-law and her husband with a single glance. “I'm wearing my shirt to bed,” Cathy insisted. Susan slapped me on the side of the head. Hey, if I hadn't looked at her, would that really have made anything different? “You're not wearing your shirt to bed,” Carl said. “You'll be miserable. Listen, you'll get undressed under the blanket. Nobody will see anything. And this way I can hang up your shirt so it'll be dry in the morning.” I hadn't thought about that, hanging up our clothing to let it dry. I figured we'd all just slip out of our clothing and slip under the blankets. I decided it would be my penance to go first. I took a pair of hangers from the closet, stripped off my shirt and hung it, then stepped out of my jeans and hung them. I wear both boxers and briefs, and fortunately I'd chosen boxers this morning. By the time I'd turned back around, Cathy had slipped off her shirt and Carl, stripped down to his own boxers, was coming over to hang his clothing and hers. “You're no gentleman,” Susie scolded me with a grin a moment after, getting out from under the blanket and walking to the hangers in her bra and panties. Since I was already up, she could have stayed under the blanket and just tossed me her clothing, rather than walking across the room half naked in front of our friends, but she'd chosen not to. Carl didn't even pretend not to stare. Susie was the last back in bed, so she shut out the light and crawled in beside me. With the storm raging outside, and no moon tonight, the room was pitch-dark. There was a nightlight next to the door to the bathroom, but that only gave off enough light to let guests know which direction to walk if nature called in the middle of the night. We said our good nights, then there was quiet for a couple of minutes, then some whispering from the other bed, then I heard Cathy giggle, then I heard rather than saw her get out of bed just a few feet from our bed. “Hey, Scott,” she said, “you were trying to see my tits before, well here they are, right in front of you!” She giggled again, and scampered back into her own bed. “Funny,” I said. “I dare you to try that in the morning. Ow!” I said as my wife slapped me on the side of my head again. “Too much hitting tonight.” “To much obsession over my sister's tits.” Quietly, so Carl and Cathy wouldn't hear, she unfastened her own bra and dropped it to the side of the bed, then made sure she was covered with the blanket up to her next, and pushed her body against mine, nestling my hardening cock between her legs. “Is this going to keep you from sleeping?” he whispered. I wrapped my arm around her, resting my hand on her breast. “Probably, but it's worth it. Though next time let's get stranded somewhere with separate rooms, okay?” “It's a deal.” Oddly enough, I fell right asleep. Just as well, since the temptation to push Susie's panties to the side and fuck the hell out of her was powerfully strong. But now I was up. I sensed that I'd slept three or four hours. The rain was still coming down hard outside, and maybe it was the sound of the rain that sent a signal to my subconscious that I should wake up and piss. I followed the nightlight toward the bathroom, and I was just reaching for the doorknob when the door opened. I put up my hands to keep from walking into whoever it was coming out. And ended up grabbing Cathy's tits. “Uh...” I said. “Scott!” “I didn't hear any--” “I was just getting a glass of water. Scott, you can take your hands off them now.” “Sorry. I was just surprised.” She brushed her hand against my cock as she walked past me, back to her bed. “Yeah, you feel surprised. Let's just skip over how difficult it was for me to piss with a rock-hard cock. I got back into bed behind Susie, pressed my body against hers, and let my cock slide between her legs. It had been there earlier tonight, of course, but now it was fully hard and desperately needed relief. My sister-in-law had stroked it, for god's sake! Yeah, it was just one light, quick brush of her hand, but still... And as I closed my hand around my wife's breast, I could still remember the feel of Cathy's. I pushed forward slowly, letting my cock brush against Susie's pussy. Through my boxers and her panties, of course, but it still felt good. And it was making me crazier. I pushed into her panties again, more urgently this time. I reached into my boxers and freed my cock, then began rutting against her pussy. If she managed to stay asleep through all this, she was going to wake up with her panties covered in dried cum, and that was fine with me: I just desperately needed to get off. “Mmmm,” she said, slowly waking up and remembering where she was. “That's-- Scott, no, Cathy and Carl are right there.” “We'll be quiet,” I said, pushing the crotch of her panties to the side. “Please. I have to put my cock inside of you.” She put her hand on mine to remove it from her panties, then froze. “Shhh,” said whispered. “Listen.” Cathy and Carl's bed was creaking softly – but more significantly, we could hear... it was sort of a slurping noise. Holy shit, Cathy was sucking Carl's cock, not twenty feet from us. My hand was still on Susie's crotch, and I gently stroked her pussy as we listened. Though it was still too dark to see a thing, knowing what they were doing was –- Cathy let out a soft moan, muffled because she had a cock in her mouth, and we knew what had to be happening: Carl was eating her pussy. They were both naked and 69'ing in the next bed. “Okay,” Susie said softly, “you're going to get your fuck after all.” She pulled back the blanket, and slipped out of her panties. I removed my boxers at the same time, because I knew what she was going to do... her favorite sexual position. She straddled me and then very carefully, because we could barely see one another, lowered her wet pussy onto my cock. “I love having your hard cock deep inside me,” she said. Not only didn't she care that Cathy and Carl could hear her, she seemed to be enjoying the fact. “Your pussy's so hot and wet,” I told her, as much for Cathy and Carl's benefit as for hers. Hearing me say this turned Susie on even more, and she made that growling sound I hadn't heard in a while and ground her pussy down onto my cock even harder. In the other bed, I could hear Cathy cum, even as she kept sucking Carl's cock. Susie was bouncing up on down on me as if possessed. I could tell she'd had a couple of small orgasms already, and was working herself up to “the big one.” “ Oh god ,” Carl shouted, “ suck harder, like that, suck out all my cum, aaaargh... ” We could hear Cathy continuing to suck him, and swallowing down his cum. I was sure I was about to cum even harder than Carl had, when suddenly, with a boom that shook the room, two bolts of lightning came down a moment or two apart, lighting up the room for a couple of seconds as if a dozen lights had been suddenly turned on, illuminating my naked wife, who was straddling my cock, about to thrust herself down onto it again. She froze, then screamed – not out of sexual pleasure, but embarrassment, as she saw Cathy and Carl looking at her – and threw herself under the blanket. Of course it was pitch-black by the time she did that (and in fact we were all even blinder than before, having just had the sudden light flashed before our eyes). “I've never been so embarrassed in my life,” Susie said. There was silence in the room for a few seconds, then Cathy said. “You should finish. You can't leave Scott like that.” “I can't. I can't believe you both saw me like that.” “It was sexy as hell,” Cathy said. “And now it's dark again.” “I can't,” Susie said again. “If you don't finish Scott off, I will,” Cathy said. “Bullshit you will.” I could hear Cathy getting out of her bed, and walking toward ours. “You know I don't bullshit, little sister. And Carl's not going to be any good to me for a while.” “Hey!” Carl said. “That's only because I sucked you dry, dear. What do you say, Suze... should I suck Scott instead of fucking him? It's up to you.” My instinct was to say “Hey, shouldn't I get to choose?”, but I figured the smart move right now would be to shut up. Cathy climbed onto the bed. My naked sister-in-law was actually close enough for me to touch. (And don't think I wasn't tempted) She was close enough that even in the dark, I could see her a bit, and I have to confess I was praying for some lightning. “Last chance,” she said to Susie. “You're acting so weird tonight I think you'd actually do it,” Susie said. “Get back to your own bed: I’m taking care of Scott.” “No way. I'm already here. I want to watch.” “ Whatever! ,” Susie said, trying to sound exasperated; but to me, she sounded turned on. “Let's try it like this,” she said to me, getting on her knees and turning her back (her ass, actually) to me. “I don't want to get sore.” I got up on my own knees, grabbed Susie's hips, and slid my cock into her very wet pussy. Or so I thought: In the dark, I accidentally penetrated Cathy instead – she was right next to Susie, after all – and she didn't say a word or make a move to stop me... I only realized my mistake when I heard her shout “Scott, I'm cumming, oh my god...” … okay, that part just happened in my mind – but the fantasy make my cock even harder, and Susie actually gasped as my cock pushed deep inside her. She hadn't done that in a while. I was fucking Susie wildly, loudly (I felt sorry for whoever was in the next room, and hoped they were getting off on listening to us), and suddenly I felt a hand – Cathy's – on my back. Touching me very gently as I fucked her sister, Cathy slowly moved her hand down to my waist, to my ass, and finally rested one finger on my anus, holding it in place as I thrusted. She teased the hole, threatening to slip her finger inside. I took one hand off of Susie's hip, reached to the side, and found one of Cathy's breasts. I lightly pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. In response she tightened her grip on my ass, inserting her finger just the slightest bit, and I came harder than I had in years. A minute later Susie and I both dropped down to the bed on our backs, trying to catch our breaths, and Cathy scampered back to her own bed. “That was hot,” she said to Carl. “Maybe next time they'll let me do more than just watch.” “You're a crazy woman,” he said. “I can't believe they let you even watch.” “I can see you like the idea of me joining them, though,” she said teasingly, and a few seconds later I heard Carl say “That feels nice...” His hard cock was obviously being pleasured by either her hand or her mouth or her pussy, but I never found out which because a few seconds later I was asleep. The Next Morning We all woke up at the same time, about a quarter after 8, because some jerk right outside our window in the motel parking lot was honking his horn. We were all naked, lying on top of the blankets. I was spooning Susie, and Cathy was resting her head on Carl's chest. I think we all freaked for just a moment when we realized we were all naked in front of one another; but then we realized, well, we were all naked, so it wasn't any big deal. Or in any case, what was done was done. My right arm was wrapped around Susie and my right hand was already close to her left breast – so I began to lightly stroke it. Carl casually moved a hand to one of Cathy's breasts as well. “So tell me Carl,” I said. “Just wondering, When Cathy was threatening to fuck me last night, would you have actually let her?” “ Let me?” Cathy said. “Carl doesn't let me do anything , thank you very much. If I wanted to fuck you, I'd like to see him try to stop me.” “Who said I'd even try?” Carl asked her. “Maybe if you did, Scott would let me fuck Susie. Ow! ” he said, as Cathy smacked him. “Give him one for me too,” Susie told her sister. And that was the last any of us mentioned it, and of course we were all just kidding around. And after a little more lying around and a bit more tit-fondling, we gathered up our now-dry clothing and got dressed. But we all knew the thought had been planted in each of our heads...

Quickies offer a way to connect intimately without requiring a large time commitment. In busy lives, finding moments to nurture your relationship can be challenging. This guide explores how quickies can boost your connection, provide satisfaction, and fit naturally into your routine. A cozy bedroom setting perfect for intimate moments What Makes Quickies Special Quickies are brief, spontaneous moments of intimacy that focus on connection and pleasure without the need for extended time. They can: Break the routine and add excitement Help partners feel desired and connected Fit easily into busy schedules The key is quality over quantity. Even a few minutes can strengthen your bond when approached with attention and care. How to Prepare for a Quickie Preparation doesn’t mean planning every detail. Instead, it’s about creating an environment and mindset that welcomes intimacy quickly. Set the mood quickly: Dim lights, soft music, or a scented candle can create a warm atmosphere in moments. Communicate openly: A simple, playful text or glance can signal interest without pressure. Keep essentials handy: Having items like massage oil or a favorite lubricant nearby can save time and enhance the experience. These small steps help shift your focus to each other, making the most of limited time. Tips for Making Quickies More Enjoyable Even brief encounters can be deeply satisfying with the right approach. Consider these tips: Focus on touch: Use your hands to explore and connect. Touch can communicate desire and affection quickly. Use eye contact: Looking into each other’s eyes builds intimacy and trust. Be playful: Humor and light teasing reduce pressure and increase enjoyment. Try different positions: Some positions work better for quick intimacy, such as standing or sitting, which require less setup. Keep it simple: Avoid overthinking. Focus on what feels good in the moment. These techniques help create a meaningful experience without needing a long time. When and Where to Have Quickies Quickies can happen almost anywhere, but privacy and comfort matter. Some good options include: At home before leaving for work or after kids are asleep During a lunch break or a quick getaway in the car While traveling or staying in a hotel Choose places where you feel relaxed and safe. Even a short moment in a cozy corner can be enough. Overcoming Common Challenges Sometimes quickies feel rushed or unsatisfying. Here’s how to address common issues: Feeling distracted: Turn off phones and other distractions to focus fully on your partner. Lack of energy: A quick massage or gentle touch can help build energy and desire. Timing conflicts: Agree on signals or times when you’re both open to quick intimacy. Pressure to perform: Remember that quickies are about connection, not perfection. By addressing these challenges, quickies can become a regular, enjoyable part of your relationship. Benefits Beyond the Bedroom Quickies do more than satisfy physical needs. They can: Increase emotional closeness Reduce stress and improve mood Boost confidence and self-esteem Strengthen communication between partners These benefits contribute to a healthier, happier relationship overall. Final Thoughts on Quickies

A Sex Story. Another seemingly endless morning. Sometimes I wish I could speed things up instead of just pausing time. This chair is so uncomfortable. My elbows are sore from resting on the desk. Meanwhile, the teacher continues to drone on about frog anatomy. I just don't care. I fix my gaze on the clock on the wall ahead. Tick. It's unbearably slow. Tick. Fuuuck. I'm sitting at the back of the room, trying to stay out of the teacher's line of sight so she doesn't call on me. She always yells at people. I know she just wants us to pay attention, but she's so harsh about it. She’s a new teacher. This is her second week. Mrs. B. Karen Berzinski. Yep, she’s actually a Karen. And she fits the stereotype most days too. Condescending. Stick up her ass. Uptight and unlikable. And while she acts like a know-it-all, she really doesn’t. Which makes it even harder to respect her. She mispronounces the word pronunciation, saying pro-noun-ciation. And said something about Darwin I know is false, even though it’s her area of expertise supposedly. But she is fun to look at. A MILF in her mid 30s. Tall, curvy body. Long, wavy dark hair, so shiny and high-class, swirling in waves down past her shoulders. Always wears such classy, expensive clothes from her lawyer husband. Like today, a tight white sleeveless shirt, dressy but sexy, showing off her tan arms. At least five different shiny bracelets. A giant diamond ring. Sparkly, dangling earrings. Nice white nail polish. Dark gray dress slacks, so snug against her plump ass. That fucking ass, accentuated even more by her high heels. Expensive suede shoes, which can’t even be that comfortable. Their only purpose to make her look good. She must know how she looks. Must know her tight pants ride up her crack a bit. Every time she turns to the smart-board screen on the wall, she tortures a room full of horny high schooI seniors. “Hellooo, what’s the answer?” She’s making eye contact with me! Shit I didn’t hear her call on me! I’ve been so distracted staring at her. “Sorry Miss B, I can’t remember,” Damn, the way she glares at me makes me want to shrink into my seat and die. She’s so mean. “Missus. And pay more attention.” She turns and continues babbling on. Fuck she’s uptight. I always try to refrain from using my powers at schooI. I don’t want to get seen or freak anyone out. And using it too much leaves me so exhausted afterward that it makes the rest of a schooI day so difficult. But on days like this, it’s hard to hold back. I could so easily do whatever I want with this woman right now. Explore every inch of her. Touch and smell and taste everything. Get back at her for being such a bitch. I try to pay attention for a few minutes, ignore the temptation, but I keep glancing back at her. Her breasts look so full in that shirt. Pressing tight against the fabric. She’s got two kids I think, and while she looks fit and young still, childbirth has been a bit hard on her. She looks like a woman that struggles to entirely get rid of the fat from pregnancy. Just a touch here and there. Heavier thighs rubbing together in those tight pants. A tiny bit of pudge to her stomach. Her hips nice and wide. Fuck I can’t handle this. I glance around, making sure no eyes are on me. I’m at the back of class, so I’m pretty hidden. Then I concentrate. Staring intensely at the clock on the wall helps me use my power. I slow time to a stop, right in the middle of Mrs. B saying, “So if you look at this frrrroooooog -” The hands of the clock stop. Silence. Even the hum of the AC goes quiet. The air still. Every face in the room frozen in time. My dick stirs in my pants. Already the feeling of being able to do whatever I want makes me giddy with excitement. I scan the room, double checking that no one was looking my way. Then I get up and stretch. I wave my hand in front of the face of the fat girl that sits in front of me. I smile. God I love doing this. I casually walk to the front of the class, my mind racing with possibilities. My eyes fixed on the teacher. She stands at the head of the class. Turned sideways, pointing up at the board. Mouth open in a funny expression, frozen mid-word. She stands about my height with those high heels on. Which is kind of sexy since I’m so used to girls being shorter than me. Maybe it’s a power move. So she can literally be looking down on people. But it makes her look so mature, motherly. I immediately invade her personal space, getting my face right up in front of hers. I stand inches from her and inspect her up close. Knowing she doesn’t see me gives me the total freedom to move about however I want. It doesn’t matter if I look weird. No one sees me. Her face is so pretty. Subtle makeup enhances her natural beauty. She’s got a few freckles you only notice when you’re this close. Her eyes are a nice brown. Such soft features. I never noticed how nice and cute she looks when she isn’t glaring or yelling. I lean forward and sniff at her hair, her neck. Fuck, she smells amazing. A feminine scent I’ve definitely smelled before. Lavender I think. Floral. But subtle. My dick stirs in my pants, half-stiff. I reach out and touch her, feeling up and down her belly and hips. She’s so soft and squishy all over. Her personality is stern and cold, but her body couldn’t be any more different. Delicate and warm beneath her thin shirt. Holding her steady by her wide hips, I lean my face in and kiss her full on the lips. Damn, they’re so smooth. She tastes so good! I stick my tongue out, invading her mouth. I feel wetness inside. The slightest taste of minty toothpaste still clings to her tongue from earlier this morning. I sigh in exasperated pleasure as I make out with my teacher in front of the class. I rub my hands up and down her sides, along her curves. I kiss across her cheeks, licking my tongue out gently to taste her skin. I nuzzle my face into her hair and neck, nibbling at her ear. Little dangling earring brushing against my nose. I inhale her scent again. God I can’t get enough of this woman! I already forget how mean she is. Nothing about her is flawed in the least. I hug her in a tight embrace, rubbing my hands along her lower back, down over her ass. I bury my face in the crook of her neck. So warm and inviting, her smell killing me. Her dark hair spills down around my face, enveloping me, blocking out my surroundings. I kiss down the side of her neck while my hands grasp her thick asscheeks. I squeeze hard, her juicy butt too much for my hands, spilling out through my fingers. I knead and rub her ass, licking at her neck and breathing her in. My dick presses hard against my pants, poking into her crotch as I hug her tightly. I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. The padded feeling of bra cups easily felt beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. God I can’t wait to really explore every inch of her. But I step back, breathing heavily, my face flushed with lust. She has a few wet spots here and there across her face and neck from where I ravaged her with my mouth. I want to see her reaction to this real quick. I walk back to my desk at the back of the room. Sitting down, I make sure I have a nice view of her, and I start time again. The world rushes back into motion, ambient sounds and little movements from people all bursting back to life around me. Mrs. B fumbles on her words, stopping mid-sentence and making a weird face. “If you look here..” she tries to continue but stops again. Opening and closing her mouth a couple times in confusion. She turns away from the class and I see her touching at her face and neck. “Sorry hold on,” she tries to play it cool, walking casually over to her desk to grab a tissue. She hides it well, facing away from us so we can’t quite see her wiping at her neck and cheek. I see her just standing there for a moment, utterly bewildered as to what she got on herself. She turns back to us, looking a bit embarrassed and confused, but she continues her lesson. I smile, looking her up and down. The thought of secretly knowing what she smells like, what she tastes like. To have such power over a teacher like this. My cock is just raging under my desk. I wait a minute, watching for the perfect place to begin again. Wait for it… Ok there! I concentrate and stop time again just as she raises her arm to point up at the board. A pleasant look on her face. Hip out in a sexy contrapposto stance. It’s like I took a great picture of her, captured her in the perfect little moment. The world goes still, and I glance around again to make sure no one’s looking at me. Then I rush to the front of the room, my dick painfully stiff in my pants. Without hesitation, I jump right back into feeling Mrs. B up and down. I rub one hand up her thigh, across her butt. My other hand reaches up and grasps her chest firmly. The slight padding of her bra is so soft under my hand. I knead and squish into it roughly, feeling the substantial heft of the breast beneath. Careful not to move her from where she stands, I massage and grope her breasts, both hands now joining in on the fun. I crouch down and press my face into her chest, squishing her tits together with my hands to smother myself a bit. The warmth is unbelievable. The thin material of her sleeveless white shirt makes it easy to feel everything that lies underneath. I inhale, fucking hell her smell is everything a woman should be. My cock throbs in my pants. I pull back, panting and light-headed. I move over to her outstretched arm. She points forward at something on the board, her beautiful tan skin on full display. I move in and kiss her gently, starting at the forearm. I slowly work my way down her arm, getting more and more heated and aggressive as I go. Licking, slobbering as I reach the tender inside of her bicep. She’s soft and fleshy, not very tone. And I love it. I bite gently, engulfing her delicate skin. I continue until I reach her exposed armpit. She’s perfectly shaven, but it’s still such a lewd, embarrassing spot. I crouch down and stick my face under, pushing my nose and mouth into the warm divot. The tiniest hint of stubble tickles my lips as I gently explore her, rubbing my face around slowly. Such a heat radiating from her here! The skin slightly paler than the rest of her, tender and soft. I inhale deeply. A shiver runs through me as I breathe in her scent. Deodorant, but not much. A hint of her natural musk. I hold her steady around the waist with one arm, my other hand reaching up to press the top of her shoulder down, smushing her armpit onto my face. I lick and suck all over, gross sounds filling the room as I violate one of my teacher’s most private areas. I can’t imagine doing this normally. Almost any woman would be so grossed out. I could never even ask. But I can be as weird as I want in this frozen moment. No one’s here to judge. Still buried under her arm, I reach my hands down to explore her over her pants. Her slacks are so smooth and tight. I run my hands along every womanly curve, up and down her thighs. She stands with her legs pretty close together, her thick thighs pressed tight. One of my hands runs around the back to grasp her asscheek, my other sliding up between her warm thighs. Pressure on both sides of my hand as it intrudes higher and higher. I reach the top and slowly slide along her crotch. The heat from the pussy within drives me insane. It’s so inviting. I rub, so turned on by the thought that only some thin fabric lies between my hand and my teacher’s cunt. I slide down from under her arm and kneel right in front of her, my face inches from her belly. The need to touch my throbbing cock is unbearable, so I unzip and pull it out. One hand pumping at my dick slowly, my other reaches up and around to grab her ass. I hold her steady and thrust my face straight into her crotch. I breathe in deep through my nose, then exhale and moan in ecstasy as the subtle scent from her pussy beneath her pants overwhelms me. Her floral scent mixed with an unmistakable hint of pussy. I stay here for a few ‘minutes’, breathing, rubbing around, really taking her in. Soft fapping sounds the only thing heard in the room as I pump my cock at her feet. I lean back finally, taking a breather, my face hot with excitement. I glance around the room at all the frozen students. Taking a moment to take in the fact that I currently kneel at my teacher’s feet, jerking off and smelling her pussy right in front of the whole class. Fucking unreal. I stand up, my cock dripping with precum already. I alternate between sliding a hand into the crack of her thighs to rub her pussy more, to grasping and pulling at her soft shirt. Slowly working it up her torso, then back to her pussy. Back and forth, taking my time, doing exactly what I want every step of the way. I start slowly lifting her shirt up, exposing her bare belly. Perfect smooth skin, tanned and sexy as expected. A tiny bit of pudginess she’s struggled to fully lose after childbirth. I love it though, it gives her such a natural down-to-earth look. Like the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi, that slight flaws actually add to beauty. I bend down to kiss her belly gently. Then return to rubbing her pussy for a bit. I can’t quite tell, but her crotch almost seems to be getting hotter the more I do this. Almost a moisture to the area. Which only urges me to do it more in between working her shirt up her body. Her belly fully exposed, I pull her white shirt up over her breasts, revealing her bra. Large beige cups, a classic full-figure style, meant for comfort more than looks. God damn she’s big. Such full breasts, held snugly in place. They look right for her frame, giving her a nurturing, motherly appearance. I grope and squish into them with one hand, returning my other to her crotch again. I continue like this for a bit, reaching my face forward to plant kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck. Then lower, down her collar bone and across her upper chest. Down into her cleavage. Every part of her is a soft heaven. Between her breasts, that floral scent again. I get a head rush and go a bit weak at the knees. Then I realize how fast I’m rubbing my hand between her thighs, and I stop before I knock us both over in my excitement. I take a step back and admire the beauty at the front of the class. Her face is slightly flushed pink, almost a hint of perspiration on her chest. Her white shirt pushed up high over her bra. I contemplate starting time right here and now, but I know she doesn’t deserve whatever trauma that would result in. This will be a strange enough day for her as it is. I glance at her bra again and get an idea. Why not? I go to her desk and find some scissors. I return in front of her and slide them up under the strap connecting the two cups together. Cold metal sliding right between her tits. I snip, and the cups fall away, breasts popping free right before my eyes. Holy fuck, her tits are incredible! Thick and full, sagging outward slightly under their own weight. Pale skin, so pure and feminine. Dark areolas, the perfect size. Puffy little nipples. Oh Jesus, they're hard! Her nipples are actually poking up at me in arousal! The scissors clatter to the floor as I dive down and engulf a tit with my mouth. My face presses into her fleshy mound, indenting into the squishiness. I lick and suck at her nipple, swirling my tongue around, ravaging her. The nipple seems to stiffen a bit more under my assault. I reach down to tug at my hard cock again, then switch my mouth to her other breast to do the same. Up close I can see tiny little blue veins webbing across her pale flesh. I bite into her aggressively, tugging at her nipple and then slobbering all across her large breast. I move across again, licking down into her cleavage and then back up across to the other tit. I squeeze them together and rub back and forth, fuck this is insane! I lift off of them for a moment to really take in the sight. Breathing heavily and stroking my dick, lost in total lust. Then I crouch down lower and nuzzle my face up and down her breasts, rubbing and digging my way to the crease underneath. The heat under them is so enticing. It beckons me and I smell and lick at the salty skin underneath her boobs. A hint of sour sweat, this place never sees the light of day. Tits always slightly sagging down. The skin is so delicate and hot. I lick back up into her cleavage again and return to her nipples, suckling at them feverishly. One hand pumping along my cock, the other rubbing into the crack of her thighs, massaging her pussy over her pants. I could cum right here and now if I’m not careful. I break my mouth away from her tit with a loud POP! I reach down and grab the scissors again and snip the remaining straps of her bra, freeing it completely. Then I slide my teacher’s shirt back down over her tits. You can see her nipples sticking up against the fabric, and her boobs sag lewdly in her top. I give them one last squeeze through her shirt and then make sure she’s as much back into her original position as possible. I force myself to return to my desk, putting my cock away painfully and stuffing my teachers ruined bra into my book bag. I sit and make myself calm down a bit. I now see Mrs. B from the angle of the students, and the sight is so hot. Her face is pink and flustered. The slightest sheen of sweat on her neck and arms. And her chest just looks so sexy. It’s not entirely obvious at first, but looking closely you can easily see she has no bra on, nipples poking up slightly. She looks so much more natural. This is how she should come to class every day. I let go of my grip on time and feel the familiar rush as everything erupts back to life. Mrs. B stumbles, her legs almost giving out under her. She lets out a yelp, totally loses track of what she was saying, and cups her hands over her mouth. Some whispering is heard throughout the room, and a girl in the front row asks, “Are you ok Mrs. B?” The teacher looks shocked and confused, her face so cute and pink. I see her glance down and shift her thighs a bit. She’s clearly aroused, all the rubbing I did, all the stimulation, hitting her suddenly all at once. Then she finally registers the girl’s question, glancing up and waving her hand, trying to play it off as nothing. “I’m fine. I just need to sit down. Holly, can you please read chapter 2 out loud for a few minutes?” Her voice cracks. Not the stern mean voice she normally has. A husky, heated voice. This must be how she sounds during sex! The girl starts reading as Mrs. B gingerly walks over to her desk. I notice her tits hanging loosely in her shirt, my dick throbbing under my desk. She doesn’t seem to notice her bra is missing yet! She sits at her desk and fans herself with her hand, trying desperately to gather herself, trying to ignore all the students staring at her throughout the room. She pulls at the collar of her shirt, adjusting herself subtly. And then she makes a slight surprised expression. She notices! Sinking into her seat a bit, crossing her arms in front of her chest to cover up, she pretends to be listening intently to the girl reading aloud. But her eyes are clearly scanning the air, her mind racing. She’s trying to figure out how she could have possibly forgotten to wear a bra this morning. I shift, my cock uncomfortably erect in my pants. Ok, I need to get back in there. I focus on the clock again and stop time. Everything goes silent and I burst out laughing, my voice echoing in the the frozen room. I get up, immediately unleashing my cock again to relieve the pressure. I absentmindedly stroke it as I casually stroll back to the front of the classroom. I walk around behind her desk and stroke her hair lovingly. Her face is so cute, all hot and bothered, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I stand behind her chair, grip a fistful of hair, and pull her head back so her face looks directly up at me. Her head resting on the high back of the chair. Then I lean down and make out with her aggressively. Stroking my cock the whole time. My other hand reaches around and grabs a tit, kneading and playing with it firmly. I own her body. My mean teacher is helplessly dominated by her student. I glance at her desk. There’s not much on it. She’s so neat and orderly. I walk over and sit down right in front of her on the desk, facing her. I reach forward and pull her closer, bending her forward a bit in her chair, tilting her head down. My cock is inches from my teacher’s face. I open her mouth and shove her head down, forcing her to engulf my cock. I feel her soft wet tongue slide along the underside of my dick. Then my tip hits the back of her throat. I grasp her beautiful dark hair with both hands, fingers digging into her head. I sigh, the feeling is so amazing. It’s loose, no movement or interaction from her. But just the action, just the taboo of burying my cock straight into my teacher’s face against her will makes my dick pulse and twitch inside her mouth. I slowly push my hands down, feeling my tip penetrate into her throat. No gag reflex, so resistance allows me to slide in with ease. It’s tight, but her throat opens up, forming to my cock. I bottom out, pushing her head all the way down in my lap as I sit on her desk. Her nose pokes into my pubes. A gross squelching sound comes from her face as air is forced out awkwardly. Fuck this is amazing! I hold there a second. I listen. Nope, she’s definitely not bitching at me now. Not yelling. I smile, lifting Mrs. B’s head slowly up, her wet throat sliding up my cock. Then I shove back down, plunging back in. Up and down, up and down, masturbating with my teacher’s sweet head. Sticky wet sounds as her spit is churned around on the inside. I talk out loud between heavy breaths, “This is such a better way to use your mouth, Miss B! Fuck. You sound so much smarter like this too,” It’s a lie, she doesn’t. I’m careful not to take things too far, not to actually harm her. But I can’t help but fuck her face nice and hard. The amount of times this mouth has bitched at us, annoyed us. And now look at her. Sweet revenge. GULK GULK GULK! Oh my god what a fucking sound. I pump her head up and down onto my lap, drool streaming down the base of my cock. I can’t even imagine such a classy lady like her doing this in real life. I thrust down one more time and hold. Really feeling her throat fully enveloping my entire length. I throb within her gullet, so close to cumming. But I fight off the feeling. Not yet dude. Hold yourself together. I lift her head up slowly, savoring the feeling of her throat sliding up and releasing my cock. I pull her all the way off, a nasty string of spit still connecting us, my cock completely soaked in her drool. Her eyes still have the same confused look she had when I stopped time. Her mouth stretched open in an ‘O’ shape. I kiss her lovingly on the forehead, “Sorry Miss B. Had to do it.” I stand and push her back in her seat again. I grab a handful of her hair and use it to wipe all her spit off my dick, “Oops, oh that’s pretty gross isn’t it. Yikes.” Um, shit I hope this isn’t too much for her. I guess we’ll find out. I turn and accidentally knock a little container of pens off her desk. In the habit of always returning things to how they were, I start collecting them off the floor. One went under her desk and I crawl under to get it. I turn to crawl out and see my teacher’s crotch straight in front of me. “Oh fucking hell, look at that.” I grab her legs and roll her chair closer to me. From underneath her desk, I dive head first between her knees, burying my face into her crotch. I slide along her tight pants, so warm and motherly. Light is blocked out as I’m enveloped under her desk. I wiggle my shoulders up under the crook of her knees, my chin resting on her seat, my face pressing into her pussy. I inhale deeply, smelling her once again through her slacks. Damn that’s amazing! Her scent is so much stronger than it was before. She really is getting turned on from all the attention. The air is so stuffy under here. Her musk wafting all around me. I lick at the fabric. Hardly anything lies between my tongue and my teacher’s cunt. I enjoy myself for a bit, rubbing and licking. Wondering what would happen if I just started time right now. Would she still try to play it cool? Pretend nothing’s happening while her student licks her pussy under her desk. But I can’t risk it. What I can do is this. I push her chair back and stand up. I grab under her arms and lift her up, facing her toward her desk and bending her over it. Her face laying on its side, tits and belly flat out on the desk. Ass bent over right in front of me. What a sight! I massage her back with one hand and spank her thick butt with the other. Then grasp and grope her sweet cheeks. Her gray slacks hug her ass so nicely. Riding up and accentuating her shape perfectly. I kneel down and sink my nose in to get another whiff of her crotch. I just can’t get enough. Then I scoot my hands under her belly, struggling for a minute but finally getting at her pants unbuttoned in the front. I reach up and dig my fingers under her waistband, slowly sliding her pants down. My face inches from her butt, ready for the reveal. The top of her panties. Black. A thong! It must be to prevent panty-lines since she wears such tight pants. I pull down more. Pale cheeks. Tan lines part way down them where she wears a bikini. Her thong disappears up between her thick cheeks. A few little dimples on her plump ass. She’s not quite fat, but wow she’s packing so much in these pants. Wide hips. Juicy asscheeks that just spill out as I pull down. I grab a handful, her smooth skin is almost too sexy. It squishes and spills out around every finger as I grip hard. I slap with my other hand, watching them jiggle for a ‘second’. I lower her pants down under both asscheeks and use the waistband to lift them up and down, bouncing them in front of my awe-struck face. I kiss and bite into a cheek as I lower her pants down out of the way. Then I part her ass with both hands. Inspecting my teacher, invading her most private area. Her thong is just enough to cover her asshole. But little stray hairs stick out around it. Dark pubes. Trimmed pretty short, but not the tidiest. My cock twitches as I kneel there seeing what no one else is ever allowed to see. Her husband probably never even gets this close. She’s such a classy, well-maintained lady, but up close, she’s lewd. Her panties barely cover her pussy, tight against it, the shape of her folds easily seen. More stray hairs. And then I catch a whiff. Her womanly scent is stronger. I notice a wet spot right in the middle of her crotch. I don’t hold back, I dive my face straight in. Wetness on my nose, more of her musk. I lick and smell like a rabid beast. She’s so sensual, her wet pussy begging for this treatment. Her juices taste a bit sour, but not unpleasant at all. A sharpness that spurs me on, makes me dig my tongue into her more. I press hard against her panties, prodding my tongue at the hole beneath. The heat radiating off her is enough to melt my mind. I reach up and yank her panties down, and my breath catches as I’m overcome with utter lust at the sight. Her pussy is hairy, but trimmed and tidied up on the edges enough. A mature, natural look. The dark hairs are sticky with her juices. She’s really completely drenched down here. Her outer lips are puffy and full, and they part down the center, flowering open. Pink inner lips spill out slightly, small and delicate. Somehow, this thick, tall, stern woman has a ‘cute’ little vagina. Compact and elegant. But so wet. I reach in and pull at her outer labia with my thumbs, parting her wider to really examine every private inch of her. Her lips part and I see further inside. Pink and sticky. My nose so close, I catch her full musk. My cock strains from the sensory overload. She literally couldn’t be any more fuckable. Absolutely begging for my cock. I notice her little asshole above her cunt. Dark, wrinkly little hole. Clean-looking, but I don’t want to risk ruining such a perfect experience with anything foul. The sight is enough. I stay here just looking her up and down, totally enamored with my teacher, spread wide in front of me. I take my index finger and shove in straight into her sopping pussy. She accepts me, practically sucks me in. I wiggle around, feeling her insides. Her juices coating my finger. I pull out and immediately replace it with my tongue, jamming my head forward aggressively. I lick and explore with wild fervor. My hands grasp her asscheeks, spreading her wide, giving me access to dig as deep as I can into her hole. The flavor is different than most girls. A sharp spiciness, but in a good way. Her fluids are thin and flowing, not as creamy and viscous as some girls. I can’t get enough! She actually tastes kind of sweet! God it’s like her body was meant for this. I lap and suck, filling the silent room with such nasty sounds as I kneel behind my teacher. Slurping away at her cunt with her helplessly bent over her desk. I start massaging her clit from below with one hand. My tongue sliding in and out of her wet folds. Her juices seem to be flowing more and more. I have no idea how long I’ve been here. Having my way with her. Tongue fucking her. My head is dizzy with pleasure. Finally I break away from her crotch. Her juices running down my chin. I slap her ass hard and stand. I wobble, light-headed, but then walk over to the chalkboard nearby, determined by an idea I just had. This board is never used anymore since classrooms have switched to screens, but there’s still some chalk on the ledge under it. I pick one up and return to Mrs. B. The sight of her bent over, juices running down her inner thighs, it’s enough to give someone a heart attack. I pause and stare for a moment, trying to burn the image into my mind forever. Then I kneel down behind her again and raise the chalk. One hand grabbing an asscheek to pry her crack open. The other presses the tip of the chalk to her little brown hole. I twist and shove the chalk hard. It takes a bit of work, she’s super tight. It seems like she never does anal. But eventually I feel it slide in. I press hard, giving it another twist. Then I put my thumb on the end and shove it all the way in. Just a bit of white shows, the chalk rammed all the way in her asshole. “There, now you really do have a stick up your ass,” I smile and shake my head at the pathetic pun, glad no one can hear me. I grab the scissors I used earlier and quickly snip her thong off, stuffing it in my pocket. A little bit of mischief never hurt anyone. Then I reach down and pull up her pants, not bothering to button them. I get her back in her seat and try to recreate the exact position I remember her being in. Crossing her arms, getting her mouth closed again. Close enough I guess. I walk back to my desk. I look down, some precum dripping onto the floor. Oh shit, I almost forgot to put my cock away. I sit down and take a second to make sure everything looks good. Then I get a good view of the teacher, and I start time again. She immediately erupts into a violent coughing spell, wheezing and almost choking for a second. The girl in the front stops reading aloud and goes to get up to help her teacher. But Mrs. B gets herself under control, patting her chest and covering her mouth. But her face is beet red. She’s visibly sweating now. And she lets out a weird stifled moan, trying so hard to turn it into more coughing, act like she’s still just clearing her throat. She squirms around in her chair, looking like she’s either going to pass out, explode, or both. I bite my lip, trying so hard not to smile or react, but the whole class is completely distracted by the commotion at the front of the room to ever notice me anyway. So I reach down to rub at the tent in my pants, watching the teacher as she starts to struggle to her feet. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Holly, keep reading, I just need to use the restroom real quick.” Her voice is thick with arousal. She’s absolutely on the verge of orgasm as she waddles toward the door. Oh you’re not getting away that easy, lady. I stare at the clock again and quickly stop her dead in her tracks. I race up to the front of the room once again. This time I go search around her desk and find some tape at the bottom of a drawer. I return to her and carefully tape the floor around her feet, marking exactly where she stands. Then I make a mental note of roughly how her body is positioned. As long as I return her to as close to this position as possible, the little differences shouldn’t be too jarring. Then I hug Mrs. B around the waist and fireman-carry her on my shoulder over to her desk. I roughly plop her down right in the middle of her desk, pens and other supplies getting knocked out of the way in my haste, crashing and scattering across the floor. But I barely notice. I’m rabid with lust, only one thing on my mind. My heart is racing, breathing heavy as I start stripping out of my pants, unleashing my raging cock as my teacher waits helplessly before my eyes. She lays in the middle of her desk, on her back. Her arms are outstretched above her head, legs bent at the knees over the edge of the desk in front of me. I pounce on her, groping at her shirt, hastily pulling it up, bunching it up out of the way around her neck as high as I can get it. Revealing those glorious breasts again. They sag slightly outward as she lies on her back, her hardened nipples just asking to be sucked on again. I dive on her to oblige, wrapping my mouth around one, flicking my tongue, my hand gripping and fondling the other tit. I moan like an animal, sucking for a minute or two, but quickly stand upright again, shifting attention to her pants. I’d left them completely unbuttoned, and she hadn't even had a chance to remedy that yet. So I tug and yank them down her legs with little difficulty. Her dumb expensive suede shoes are in the way, but I manage to get them off after a quick struggle. Off fly her pants. No panties since I stole them already. And within ‘seconds’, I have my teacher almost completely naked on her desk, spread and exposed before me. A bit of pussy juice visibly dribbles down her cunt, practically begging to be fucked. I don’t wait for permission. I lift up her thick thighs, spreading her wide in the perfect missionary position. I slap my pulsing cock down a couple times on her slick cunt, then thrust it in full-force. All at once, bottoming out in a single heavenly plunge. Like diving into the deep end of a warm pool. I let out a groaning sigh as her walls hug my dick on all sides, sucking me in with such longing. Gripping her under the crook of her knees with both hands, holding her legs up and spreading her wide, I pull back and drive in again. Then again and again. Mercilessly pummeling my teachers wet pussy, her desk rattling and creaking under her. Her insides getting wetter with each thrust, pleasure building in her body whether she wants it to or not. Wet sloppy sounds fill the room, slapping of thighs, her cunt dripping juices down her crack and onto the desk below her. Her face holds the same expression it had when I stopped time, but it keeps getting pinker. Her skin getting slick with sweat. Her whole body assaulted with rising pleasure as I continue to pound away. I have no way of knowing how long I’ve been at it, but my cock feels like it could explode at any second. I pause a few times to hold myself back, wanting to savor every bit of this amazing woman for as long as I can. I let her legs drop down and dangle over the edge of the desk, leaning my upper body down to lay on top of her. Belly to belly, I grasp at her sweet breasts. Slide my hands along her naked flesh and hard nipples. She’s damp with sweat as I lean my face down and taste her skin. Kiss and lick across tits, between cleavage, up to her soft neck. Her smell is thick and hot, feminine and raw. I smother myself into an armpit, breathing in her musk, exploring every inch of her one last time. I pump in and out of her hole, inching closer to climax each time. I kiss at her neck, nuzzling and relishing in her motherly body. She’s perfection. I could live this frozen moment forever, die happy right here and now. I stand myself upright and pull out of her. My body starts to seize up, every muscle tensing, my cock pulsing as I stroke it with my hand in a frenzy. I grunt and let go, shooting my seed across her body. It jets out, landing in the middle of her breasts. Another shot across her stomach. Pooling into her little belly button. Stream after stream, my knees almost giving out as I stand there twitching over her. It drips down her hips. Globs onto her damp pubes. I groan in euphoria. I stand there for a minute, letting my spent cock rest on her slit. Oozing the last bit of jizz out onto her mound as I gaze at the wonder laying before me. Mrs. B, the most perfect woman I’ve ever encountered. Who would have thought. My breathing slows, heart rate starts to subside and I tenderly massage her legs, her soft hips. I take my time getting things cleaned up. Doing my best to eliminate any sign of my activities. I get my teacher dressed, although still missing bra and panties. I reposition her carefully and remove the tape from the floor. I go sit back down and look at the sight at the front of the room. My teacher stands right where she was before I froze her. But her face is flushed and sweaty, her hair disheveled. Such a good look for her, sexy but also cute. I sigh and glance around one more time to make sure all is in order. Then I start time and watch the fireworks. The sounds of the world erupt around me, everything blasting back into subtle motion. And immediately Mrs. B stumbles, caught right in the middle of rushing across the front of the classroom, trying to escape to the bathroom. She doesn’t make it, her knees wobbling, her whole body swaying around. Her hands thrust down to grip at her lower belly. No noise at first, her initial reaction is just to crinkle her face up adorably, her mouth open wide in shock and pleasure. She stops dead in her tracks and stands there for a split second, as every single feeling I implanted in her all comes rushing at her at the same time. Finally she exhales and lets out an inadvertent moan of ecstasy, a raspy guttural sound. I can’t believe my ears, such a classy woman coming to orgasm right in front of us. Her eyes pinch shut tight, one hand clamping over her mouth, the other grasping at her belly as she shakes and trembles, straining to hold it in and not humiliate herself in front of her students. She turns toward the board, trying to shrink away from our eyes, stifling her husky moan into her hand. Holly, the girl in the front row, rushes to her feet to help. Students around me gasp and whisper, shooting shocked glances at each other. I crane my head to continue watching. Mrs. B falls to her knees, face leaning against the wall. She shakes and gyrates gently, unable to hold it in. Her hips grinding. She reaches a hand back to cover her butt, no doubt getting the full feeling of the stick of chalk I shoved in there. And it’s faint, but I notice a small wet spot appear at her crotch as she kneels there. Holly quickly reaches her and helps her cover up and rush out of the room. No one has any idea what just happened. Whispers of “peed herself” and “passed out” and “is she ok?” circulate the panicked room. I smile, the only one who knows exactly what happened. How I just explored and dominated our teacher, forced her to mind-bending orgasm right in front of us. *** Mrs. B called off ‘sick’ the rest of that week. A few students were given detentions for spreading ‘rumors’ that she had an orgasm during class. I worried at first that I might have taken things too far, ruined this woman’s life. But when she returned the next week, she played it really cool. Joked about it. Able to laugh at herself when students brought it up, teasing them right back. She was different after that. Nice. Chill. No longer uptight. She ended up being many students’ favorite teacher. And she had no idea why she would get such sudden feelings of pleasure from time to time. Every time she seemed to be having a bad week, seemed in a bad mood, a rush of excitement would suddenly come over her. And she would race off to the restroom to find herself wet and exhausted from an unexplained orgasm. She got a divorce later that year, but always commented on how free and happy she was now. And looking back, she ended up being one of my fondest memories of my senior year.

Steamy Valantine's Day Ideas Valentine’s Day offers a perfect chance to deepen your connection and spark new excitement in your relationship. If you want to move beyond the usual dinner and flowers, these steamy valentin's day ideas will help you create unforgettable moments filled with intimacy and warmth. Whether you’re looking to surprise your partner or simply add some heat to your celebration, these suggestions bring passion to the forefront. 1. Create a Sensual Spa Night at Home Transform your bathroom into a private spa retreat. Use scented candles, essential oils, and soft music to set the mood. Prepare a warm bath with rose petals or bath bombs designed for relaxation. Take turns giving each other massages with aromatic oils. This shared experience relaxes the body and mind, opening the door to deeper intimacy. Tips for success: Use oils with natural aphrodisiac scents like jasmine or ylang-ylang. Dim the lights and use soft towels and robes. Prepare a playlist with slow, calming music. 2. Cook a Romantic Dinner Together Cooking together can be a playful and intimate activity. Choose recipes that are easy to prepare but feel special, such as chocolate fondue or a pasta dish with fresh ingredients. Cooking side by side encourages teamwork and laughter, which naturally builds connection. Ideas to try: Make heart-shaped pizzas or cookies. Prepare a dessert that involves feeding each other. Pair your meal with a bottle of wine or champagne. 3. Plan a Surprise Boudoir Photo Shoot A boudoir photo shoot is a powerful way to celebrate your body and your partner’s admiration. You don’t need a professional photographer; a good camera or smartphone with a tripod can work. Choose outfits or lingerie that make you feel confident and beautiful. The photos become a private treasure and a reminder of your attraction. How to prepare: Pick a cozy, softly lit room. Use props like silk sheets or flowers. Practice poses that feel natural and flattering. 4. Write and Exchange Love Letters In the digital age, handwritten love letters feel especially intimate. Take time to express your feelings, desires, and appreciation in a letter. Exchange them during your Valentine’s celebration and read them aloud to each other. This practice deepens emotional connection and sets a tender tone for the evening. Writing prompts: Recall a favorite memory together. Share what you find most attractive about your partner. Describe a fantasy or dream you want to explore. 5. Explore Sensory Play Sensory play involves engaging the senses to heighten pleasure and anticipation. Use blindfolds, feathers, ice cubes, or warm oils to stimulate touch and create surprises. This playful approach encourages trust and curiosity, making your Valentine’s Day more exciting. Ideas to try: Blindfold your partner and feed them small bites of fruit or chocolate. Use a feather to trace gentle patterns on the skin. Alternate between warm and cool sensations with oils or ice. 6. Set Up a Private Dance Session Dancing together can be both romantic and steamy. Clear a space in your home and play music that moves you both. Try slow dances or even learn a sensual style like salsa or bachata. The physical closeness and rhythm help build chemistry and confidence. How to enhance the experience: Dress in something that makes you feel attractive. Use dim lighting or candles to create atmosphere. Focus on eye contact and gentle touches. 7. Create a Personalized Love Treasure Hunt Design a treasure hunt with clues that lead your partner to meaningful spots or gifts around your home. Each clue can include a compliment, a shared memory, or a small token like a favorite treat or a love note. This playful activity builds anticipation and shows thoughtfulness. Steps to create: Plan 5 to 7 clues with increasing intimacy. Include a final surprise, such as a gift or a romantic setup. Tailor clues to your partner’s interests and your shared history. 8. Try a New Intimate Activity Together Valentine’s Day is a great time to explore something new in your relationship. This could be trying a new massage technique, experimenting with sensual games, or even learning about tantra. The key is to communicate openly and focus on mutual enjoyment. Suggestions: Use instructional videos or books as guides. Set clear boundaries and safe words. Keep the mood light and fun. 9. Watch a Romantic Movie with a Twist Choose a romantic or sensual movie and create a themed evening around it. Prepare snacks, dress up, and set the scene to match the film’s vibe. You can add playful elements like pausing for intimate moments or sharing thoughts about the characters’ relationships. Movie ideas: Classic romance like Casablanca or Breakfast at Tiffany’s . Modern romantic dramas or comedies. Films with steamy scenes that inspire connection. 10. End the Night with a Cozy Cuddle Session After all the excitement, spend time simply holding each other. Cuddle under a warm blanket, share soft whispers, and enjoy the closeness. This quiet moment reinforces your bond and leaves you both feeling loved and secure. Enhance cuddling with: Soft pillows and blankets. Warm drinks like herbal tea or hot chocolate. Gentle back rubs or slow breathing together.

Intimacy can sometimes fall into a routine, leaving couples searching for ways to reconnect and add excitement to their relationship. Introducing playful sex games can bring fresh energy, deepen connection, and create memorable experiences. These games encourage communication, trust, and fun, making intimacy more engaging and enjoyable for both partners. Here are 10 exciting sex games designed to spice up your time together and strengthen your bond. 1. Sensory Exploration Game This game focuses on heightening the senses and exploring touch, taste, and smell. One partner is blindfolded while the other uses different objects or sensations to tease and tantalize. Examples include: Using feathers, ice cubes, or silk scarves to touch the skin Feeding small bites of fruit or chocolate Applying scented oils or lotions The blindfolded partner guesses the object or sensation, which builds anticipation and intimacy. This game encourages trust and helps partners discover new ways to please each other. 2. Strip Trivia Combine knowledge and seduction by playing strip trivia. Prepare questions about each other’s likes, dislikes, memories, or fantasies. For every wrong answer, the player removes an item of clothing. This game is playful and sparks conversation while gradually increasing physical closeness. Tips for success: Keep questions lighthearted and positive Include fun facts and personal stories Set boundaries on clothing removal to keep comfort levels high 3. Role Play Adventure Role playing allows couples to step outside their usual selves and explore fantasies in a safe environment. Choose characters or scenarios that excite both partners, such as: A mysterious stranger at a bar A boss and employee dynamic A teacher and student scenario Discuss boundaries and safe words beforehand. Dressing up or using props can enhance the experience. Role play encourages creativity and can reveal hidden desires. 4. The Dice Game This simple game uses dice to decide actions and body parts. You can buy special adult dice or create your own. For example: One die lists actions like kiss, massage, or tickle The other die lists body parts like neck, lips, or back Roll the dice and perform the combination. This game adds spontaneity and surprises, keeping things playful and light. 5. Truth or Dare with a Twist A classic game with an intimate spin. Write down truths and dares related to fantasies, desires, or playful challenges. Take turns picking cards and completing the tasks. This game encourages honesty and vulnerability while adding excitement. Examples of truths: Share a secret fantasy Describe your favorite intimate moment together Examples of dares: Whisper something seductive Try a new position for five minutes 6. Sensual Scavenger Hunt Create a scavenger hunt with clues leading to different locations around your home. Each spot holds a small gift, a note, or a sensual surprise. This game builds anticipation and encourages exploration. Ideas for clues and surprises: A massage oil bottle hidden in the bathroom A love note under the pillow A favorite treat in the kitchen This game turns your home into a playground of desire. 7. Massage and Tease Set aside time for a slow, sensual massage. Use scented oils and soft music to create a relaxing atmosphere. The partner giving the massage can tease sensitive areas lightly, building arousal gradually. Switch roles to share the experience. Benefits include: Reducing stress and tension Increasing physical connection Enhancing communication through touch 8. Sex Games Fantasy Jar Each partner writes down fantasies or intimate desires on slips of paper and places them in a jar. Take turns drawing a slip and discussing or acting on the fantasy. This game opens up communication about desires that might otherwise go unspoken. Tips for making it work: Respect each other’s comfort zones Use the jar as a starting point for conversation Be open to trying new things gradually 9. Erotic Storytelling Take turns creating a story together, adding one sentence or paragraph at a time. The story can be about your own experiences or completely fictional. This game stimulates imagination and can lead to shared fantasies. Try these prompts to get started: Describe a secret rendezvous Imagine a romantic getaway Create a fantasy scenario involving both partners 10. The Countdown Game Set a timer for a short period, such as 5 or 10 minutes. During this time, focus on pleasuring each other without interruption. The goal is to build intense connection and focus solely on the moment. After the timer ends, share how the experience felt. This game helps couples: Stay present and mindful Explore new ways to give and receive pleasure Strengthen emotional and physical intimacy Adding these games to your intimate life can transform routine moments into exciting adventures. They encourage openness, playfulness, and deeper connection. Try one or more of these games with your partner and discover new ways to enjoy each other’s company. Remember, the key is communication and mutual respect, ensuring both partners feel comfortable and valued.