Sex Show Stories

“Get out of the bed lazy bones! Erin shouted as she yanked the sheets from my body. As I lie there rubbing my eyes and squinting at the clock I could tell it wasn’t even 7am yet. The 6 was pretty clear but the other numbers couldn’t be read through my kaleidoscope eyes.

The morning coolness in the room was familiar. Like every other day of her life Erin had just returned from her morning run and, as usual, had left the door wide open, allowing the cool outside air to sprint in with her and nibble at my now exposed body. As my eyes focused to the room and the light, I could now read that the clock said 6:46am. Looking at Erin I could only wish for half the energy she had.

Acting out the rest of what had become a morning ritual for us I grumbled a bit as I grabbed the sheet and pulled it back over me, flipping quickly as I wrapped it back over me. On my stomach now, Erin, as usual, pounced onto my back and started with her chirpy, upbeat prattle. Over the time that we had been together I had learned to filter out her words (which were always about all the things she saw while running that morning) and use it as a chance to lie there and give my other senses a workout. The feeling of her warm, toned body.

The sight of her well-conditioned form. The unmistakable smell of blended fragrances and sweat. All of these things were the real pleasures I enjoyed as her 125 pounds straddled me and urged me from my warm bed.

“How far did you go today? I finally asked.

“Three miles, she replied. But we took Lockerman Hill in record time. She proudly added. Lockerman Hill was a killer hill with a steep grade. Athletes got a true litmus test when they ran its mile-long path.

“We? I asked, surprised that her new running partner would be able to tackle it so soon after beginning running with Erin.

“Yeah, Erin replied, Jim struggled a bit but he used to run before he moved here. I’m whipping him back in shape pretty quickly! She said the last part with a sexy impish grin on her face as she shadowboxed the open space in front of her.

Starting to get up from the bed, I sunk back down and relaxed as Erin began getting ready to shower by stripping her clothes off. In seconds, she was standing a few feet away from me, completely naked. Continuing her conversation with me, Erin continued talking without the slightest hint of self-consciousness. Truth be told, she had no reason to be. She has a stunning form; tall, lean, and toned, she exemplifies the ideal female form. Well-shaped muscles and tight skin cover her 24-year-old body from head to toe. With a flat stomach and firm perky breasts that seem to defy gravity, its hard to find a flaw in Erin at all. As she went to the bathroom I made my way up and into the kitchen. Closing the door Erin had left open, Erin started talking again from inside the shower.

“Freddie, do you want to go out to dinner tonight? She asked.

“I guess so, I replied as I made my way to the refrigerator. Why do you ask?”

“Well, Erin said, Jim’s sister is in town and he is taking her out but he is kinda new to town too and he asked if we wanted to suggest a place to eat tonight. I thought it would be a good idea; we could help him out and you can meet him too.”

“Sounds fine to me. Go ahead and pick a place. I’ll be sure to be home by five. I said. After eating a quick breakfast and hitting the shower, I dressed and left for work.

When I returned home that evening Erin was almost ready to go out already. Hurry up and get ready hon, she said as I entered the door, I had to make reservations at Gurraco’s at seven in order to get a table.”

“Gurraco’s? I questioned in a surprised tone, My, My! We are certainly treating the visitors well, aren’t we?”

“Just hurry up! she said again as she pushed me towards the bathroom. I rushed to get ready and we made the trip across town with about ten minutes to spare. I could understand Erin’s urgency though. Gurraco’s was a very ritzy place to enjoy a meal and they didn’t hold reservations very long for us commoners when we didn’t show on time. Jim and his sister were in the lobby when we entered. The waitress escorted us to our table immediately and we introduced ourselves to one another as we walked towards the back of the restaurant.

After a quick handshake with Jim, he and Erin led the way with Jim’s sister and I falling in behind. We shook hands as we walked and she spoke first. Hi, I’m Heather, but you can call me Collateral’. She said with a humorous smile on her face.

“Freddie. Nice to meet you Heather. I said, all the while thinking to myself, Did she just say Collateral? What kind of name is that?”

After being seated and ordering appetizers the introductions proceeded further but Heather never mentioned her unusual nickname again. Jim had leaned over and whispered something to her as soon as they had sat down and I figured she was just cracking a private joke or I had heard her wrong.

The four of us chatted for a while, sharing some personal history with one another and Jim and Heather both seemed to be very nice people. Our dinner arrived and, as advertised, it was great. We ordered desserts and Erin excused herself, saying that she had seen an old friend and wanted to go say hello. Jim, Heather, and I continued talking and were getting along very well when Jim’s pager went off.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a minute. This must be fairly important or I wouldn’t have been paged; I’d better check it out. He said as he was standing up.

“So, Heather said. Kinda like getting voted off the island, huh? she said as she smiled.

“Yeah! I said with a real chuckle. During the evening I had come to appreciate Heather’s youthful demeanor. She was about as old as Erin but during the evening had made use of some words and phrases that had led me to believe she had a younger circle of friends.

We continued talking and I completely lost track of the time until I glanced down at my watch and saw that Erin had been gone for nearly thirty minutes. Heather looked at her watch and then at me with a What? expression on her face. I began scanning the restaurant with no sight of Erin anywhere. I stood up to get a better view but Heather broke in by placing her hand on mine and pulling me back down to the table.

“Umm, Freddie? She said without waiting for a reply. I need to tell you something. They’re gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, who? I blurted out. Jim and Erin. They’re gone…together. She said as she raised her eyebrow in a way that begged me to understand.

“What do you mean gone? And what do you mean together Heather? What the hell are you talking about? I asked rapidly, all the while standing from the table and becoming angrier by the second as I was quickly assuming her answers. Again, Heather pulled me down and this time she left her hand on top of mine.

“Ok, this is weird because I thought you knew but obviously you don’t so let me try to explain. She said. Realizing I was clueless but having a very good sense at what had just happened I sat there and asked her to go on. What she told me next was just unreal.

She said that Erin and Jim had become very attracted to one another and that they wanted to be with one another but never had. They had planned the evening’s events and had asked Heather to go along with the idea. Heather had, at first, thought that I knew what was going on but Jim had told her when they arrived at the restaurant that they had not told me.

“I thought it was just a swapping, open relationship or something Freddie. I didn’t know it was like this. She told me at one point.

“And you were going to just go along with it if it was? I asked her.

“Yeah, she replied with a smile, I’m open to new ideas. I’m not a prude.”

Although her candid and casual speech was lightening the mood, I was still furious and beleaguered.

“So what do we do now? I asked her.

“Well, she said, Do you remember when I introduced myself as Collateral earlier this evening?”

“Yes, I replied.

“Well, at the time I thought you knew all about this and I was trying to break the ice. I’m the collateral. She said.

“I don’t understand. I told her.

“Erin told me that she didn’t know if she could actually go through with all of this but if they left the restaurant and didn’t return after 20 minutes that my part was to stay with you until she returned. They had joked about it yesterday and had started calling me the collateral, that you would keep me until Erin came back. That’s why I said that.”

Suddenly, things were clearing up. This had been a planned out event, only I was not informed of the plans. The biggest thing that kept popping up in my mind was how Erin had become willing to act like such a slut. This was not like her at all. She was by no means conservative but this was extreme. As angry and furious as I was, I had to admit it was working out quite nicely. Jim had enjoyed a great dinner with Erin this evening and was now getting ready to lay her down and give her a good fucking and my girlfriend was all for it!

Heather was obviously not objecting and the strange events had a way of stirring some odd emotions in me as well. Sure, my girlfriend was probably somewhere sucking another man’s cock right now but at least she had left me with a hell of a consolation prize. At some point after ordering another nightcap and swigging it down I decided to be a good boy and play my part. After all, the alternative was to go home alone and be furious all night.

“What do we do now Heather? I asked with a smile, trying to let her know that I wasn’t going to do anything brash.

“Why don’t we go to your place? she said with a grin similar to the one Erin had flashed at me earlier that morning. I think it would serve your little slut right to come home tomorrow and see that you hadn’t been lonely tonight.”

Sensing that things were definitely improving, Heather and I left. Jim had even been nice enough to pick up the tab before he left.

Pulling out into the street, I glanced over to the passenger seat and really began to look at Heather closely for the first time. I had already noticed that she was a very attractive woman, very different from Erin in her looks, but still, very attractive, but I had not really looked her body over. Noticing me, Heather picked up playing the part perfectly. Like what you see, baby? she asked.

“Yes, very much. I responded.

“That’s nice baby, she purred, Because I’m going to make you forget all about how your girlfriend is sucking my brother’s cock tonight. Her play on words were drawing me between anger and arousal. Is she a good cock sucker Freddie? she asked as she slid closer to me and placed her hand on my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants. Does that slut suck you like you like to feel when you have your dick in a woman’s mouth?”

My dick was quickly responding to her nasty words. She unzipped my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock. As she spoke she would tighten and loosen her grip with her tones as she slowly stroked me. What’s the matter baby? Why are you so hard? I’ll bet I know what it is. I’ll bet Erin is a little goody two shoes, isn’t she? She probably hasn’t been sucking your cock at all, has she?”

“Well my brother won’t go for that, she said as she quickened her strokes. By the time he’s finished making her swallow his big prick tonight she’ll be eager to give you what you need every day. Throbbing harder now, my cock began leaking pre-cum onto Heather’s fingers. Noticing, she pulled the side of her index finger up to her lips and tasted it. Mmm! she said, I think I need to take your mind off of your girlfriend. I hope we’re not too far from your house.”

A few minutes later we pulled into my driveway. I got out of the car and she slid out on my side also. Closing the door behind her, she pushed me back into the fender of the car and began a long and wet kiss. As her tongue raced inside my mouth I could feel her lips pressing firm against mine and then the rest of her body followed suit as her tits and hips pressed into me. Her hands were at my waist as we continued kissing until she began tugging at my pants. Unable and not wanting to stop her, Heather slid my pants and underwear down my legs.

Breaking from our kiss, she immediately descended until she was on her knees in my driveway with her hot, wet mouth on my cock. I briefly tried to come to my senses, wandering what the neighbors would think if they saw me standing in my driveway getting my dick sucked by this hot blonde but she broke my will to resist her as her tongue raced up and down my throbbing cock, unashamedly making lewd slurping noises as she took me in and out of her mouth.

My balls began constricting as I watched her long blonde locks splash back and forth over my cock. Her blonde hair was very different from the view I normally enjoy when Erin’s jet-black hair is in that position. As she threw her head back I caught a view of her lips as they brushed against my pubic hair, trying to go even deeper. Beginning to feel an inevitable orgasm coming, I grunted, not knowing what Heather wanted to do. She quickly stood and turned me towards my car and began jacking me off furiously. Within seconds I started blasting streams of cum across my car hood. I was still cumming as Heather pulled me towards the house.

“I bet we have some catching up to do! she said as we stumbled past the door and through the house towards the bedroom.

“What do you mean? I asked.

“Well, knowing my brother, he’s probably already fucked your girlfriend’s little pussy two or three times by now. We don’t want to be left behind do we?”

Before I could answer we had made it to the bedroom. Eyeing the bed she began helping me out of the rest of my clothing. Kicking off her shoes, she jumped to the center of the bed and, on her knees, began drawing me towards her. My hands found the outside of her thighs as we kissed and I began pushing her dress up to her waist.

“You know baby, she panted as she slid her panties down until they rested on her right ankle, I really enjoyed sucking your cock for you out there in the driveway. But I’m going to enjoy giving you the best fuck of your life right here on your and Erin’s bed.”

My cock was already beginning to feel sore and red from the intense blowjob Heather had given me on the way home but it had begun hardening again, as I was eager to screw this young beauty’s brains out. Pulling her top down, she was now wearing her skirt like a belt. A moist blonde patch of wet hair was sitting in the spot where I normally fucked Erin and her aroma caused my dick to twitch and stir even more.

Grabbing her by the waist I quickly pulled her to me, holding her waist with one hand while grabbing a handful of her large, round tit with the other. This was not going to be gentle or caring. Heather’s actions and words had gotten me worked up into a sexual craze. All I could think about at the time was Jim fucking my girlfriend over and over and me doing the same to Heather. Heather’s tits were much larger than Erin’s.

Grabbing one roughly I began kneading it firmly as I put my tongue to her nipple. She let out a gasp of excitement as I licked and sucked on her and then another as I ran my other hand through her pubic hair very quickly and split her wet pussy lips. Running two fingers inside her and being covered with her hot cunt’s juice, I decided I had to fuck her right then. Pulling her up, I pushed my thick, swollen head past her lips and buried my cock deep inside her on the first push. She responded by wrapping her arms and legs around my body and pulling closer.

Still sitting in the middle of the bed she began riding my cock as I moved up and down until she was practically bouncing up and down on my cock like a pogo stick. Faster and harder, the room was overtaken by noises of our bodies slapping together in a wet, smacking sound, my grunts, and her rhythmic Oh’s and Ughn’s”.

“That’s it baby! she screamed. Fuck me…fuck my little pussy baby…fuck my little cunt real good!”

“Oh God! Oh God! I’m gonna cum! was all she could get out as she started slowing down, arching her back more. Lying her on her back, I raised to my knees, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was gaping now like it has just passed a tennis ball, wet and red but begging for more. Fully stuffing my cock into her again, she gasped as I felt her hot little muff squeeze my cock. Holding her legs spread wide as I resumed pumping in and out of her I began kissing her ankles and feet, my tongue licking and darting up and down her foot and leg.

“Play with your clit, I told her. Rub it while I fuck this little pussy. Obeying immediately, she shamelessly began pinching and rubbing her little button in a lewd manner, writhing as my strokes became outright pounding. Her large tits rolled back and forth as I watched her eyes roll back and forth as she gasped for air when I would withdrawal.

“You like that, baby? I shouted. You like getting fucked by my big hard cock, don’t you?”

A series of Ahs”, Mmms and Eees was all she could muster, not able to catch her breath to speak as I relentlessly hammered her with my dick. Her squeals became higher pitched as she approached her orgasm until she finally caught enough breath to speak.

“You’re making me cum! she hissed. Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me! That’s so good! God, I’m cumming!”

My prick stiffened even more as I felt her body begin to shake. I gonna cum, baby! I managed. Close. Gonna cum! Gonna…cummmm! I could see her flat stomach still twitching as line after line of white sperm splattered across it. Wiping her stomach clean as best she could with a sheet, we lie back on the bed and dozed off for what seemed like minutes.

At 6am the alarm went off that Erin set each morning for her runs. After taking a few moments to become coherent, I realized that Erin wasn’t there and fumbled to turn it off. The sound had woken Heather and she rolled over and began rubbing her hands up and down my side and stomach. I was starting to come back to my senses and become angry as I came to terms with what Erin and I had done last night but Heather reeled me back in before I could do anything.

Without saying a word she sat up in the bed across from me and began rubbing her feet up and down my legs. The farther she crept towards my groin, the more my flaccid cock began to stir. By the time her toes made their way up to my balls, I was solidly erect and horny. Just then the telephone rang. Heather began running her painted toes up and down my prick as I answered.

“Hello. I said.

“Good morning honey. said the weary voice on the other end. It was Erin.

“Did you have a good time last night? I asked in a pseudo angry tone.

“Oh yes dear. It was everything I hoped it would be. Jim is insatiable. He didn’t stop fucking me until about an hour ago. Erin said calmly. Does it run in the family? she asked cheerfully.

“Yes it does, I replied as I watched Heather continue stroking my cock with her toes.

“Is she still there? Erin asked.

“Yes, she’s getting ready to give me a wonderful blowjob.” I replied. Taking the cue, Heather smiled as she rose up and buried her mouth over my cock.

“Well, I’ll let you go then, Erin replied. I’m sure Jim is going to want to fuck me again before he turns me loose. Oh, by the way dear, Jim shaved my pussy last night before he fucked me but don’t worry, I’ve got everything on tape! Bye Honey!”

Click.

As I hung the phone up I returned my attention to Heather. She was being very attentive to my cock as her tongue and mouth moved up and down my long shaft. I held her long blonde away from her face as I watched her lips slowly work their way up and down my prick. I lie back and enjoyed her rhythm as I visualized what it must have been like for Jim to shave Erin’s pussy bald and then fuck her perfect little body all night long.

Knowing that my girlfriend had developed a taste for being another man’s slut had stirred some mixed feelings. Heather continued sucking me, paying special attention to the head of my cock. Sucking it harder, she would pop it away from her lips and rub the head up and down her cheek before sliding it back into her mouth. After only a few minutes, I was ready to explode. Sensing I was close, Heather picked up the pace and the familiar wet, slurping sound filled the room.

As I began cumming I placed my hands to the back of her head. Holding her by the hair, I shoved her mouth over my cock as far as I could, pushing my cock deep into her throat. As I began to cum she adjusted herself, tilting her head back farther as she swallowed a few hot shots of cum, looking at me the whole time.

“Erin would never swallow when I came but all of that may have changed last night. I thought to myself as Heather got up and went into the bathroom. A lot may have changed since last night and I think I am going to have fun finding out.

Cassandra’s Story

“I’ve always been seen as an object for sex. Only recently have I started exploring though. I’ve always been the classic cock-tease, ya know? I only recently lost my virginity and started feeling that I wanted to know men that way. Not that I’m lesbian and not that I wouldn’t mind doing something with a woman…but I feel that way mostly about men.

The most recent time, the only time, I felt almost this aroused was with Bobby and his twin brother Billy.

I am a cheerleader for the local college and always choose to wear the tightest, most revealing clothing without the second set of panties on the outside. I like to know I’m being watched and wanted by every man in the stands even if I’m not a slut.

Well, the night I met Bobby and Billy our team had won spectacularly so I was feeling quite cheerful when the two, strapping young men approached me. They were both bald and muscular, obviously football players for other teams scouting out the goods.

“Hey darling, how are you tonight? I’m Billy.” Said one.

“And I’m Bobby, we’re twins. We were wondering if you’d like to go out and have a drink with us?”

“Well, I usually don’t drink after a game but since there is the two of you and you are brothers, I don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as it’s public.”

They happily accepted without even asking my name. I told them on the ride there though; since I lived so close to the college I usually walked. Billy owned the large pickup truck they drove, I really didn’t care about the make or model. We drove, me between the two of them, to the local bar. They were gentlemen all along the way, really they were but being pinned between two hunks did have an effect on me. They both kept glancing at my hard nipples, which were quite evident in my tight cheer top. I didn’t mind at all.

When we got to the bar there was immediate trouble. Every guy in the bar, which I was barely old enough to enter, at just twenty-one, wanted to hang out with me. Billy and Bobby were amazing though; they somehow managed to keep every guy from me without acting sexual, possessive or violent. The way they took control was super attractive; I determined then and there to get the number of one of the brothers. All I had to do was figure out which one.

We had a few drinks. They both told jokes and kept engaging, gentlemanly conversation that only intrigued and interested me more. What really attracted me to them was the way they didn’t talk about sex; they oozed a certain quality that said volumes about their abilities in bed that words would have screwed up.

Afterward when we left, I felt almost desperate to keep them with me. I told them to take us to a nearby field where we could watch the stars. They agreed and Bobby drove, as he was the best at taking directions. During the drive Bobby slipped a hand over to my left leg and Billy my right. At first it felt very strange but somehow, very good. Deciding that it was honest fun, I spread my legs and let them explore my thighs.

Their fingers running up and down, pressing my skirt between my legs quickly had me quite excited. I could feel a smoldering wetness that was eager and hungry growing inside of me by the time we reached the field.

The field was huge, surrounded by trees with a single dirt road that led to it; it was all but isolated from the rest of the world and the brothers loved it. Billy let down the tail on the truck and unrolled a set of camping mattresses. Then Billy and Bobby both lay down on the back of the truck, at arms length from each other, watching the stars. Seeing a spot obviously meant for me I jumped up between them.

While watching the stars they both began touching me over my clothes. Billy kept his hands to the left side of me and Bobby kept his to my right. They swirled their fingers around my breasts, down my belly and over my pussy; they caressed me until I felt that I was about to melt and when I started panting with need Bobby did something that I didn’t expect from him.

“Get up and bend over the tool box.” He was very commanding. Unable to do anything but fulfill his desire, otherwise how would I get home? I bent over the toolbox, revealing my ass.

They both started talking about me as if I wasn’t there. They discussed who would fuck me first, where and how hard and long. They talked about how good I looked and flipped a coin over who got what hole. It was almost like a game to them. Strangely, despite the fact that I knew if I resisted I would be raped, I felt excited.

Billy won the toss. Bobby, grumbling, dropped his pants and lifted my torso. He sat beneath me and commanded me to suck his cock in no uncertain terms. Feeling almost wanton, I looked at it. It was huge! I mean the girth and length were twice what I was used to in my first encounter. My mouth began to drool like some kind of slut and I began lapping and sucking at it like a dog in heat.

I could hear Billy unzip behind me and feel the back of my skirt lifted. Then I felt my panties torn off. Literally, ripped off; they were really quite muscular. It only turned me on more. Then he began rubbing the head of his dick against my ass-cheeks. It made me feel only more wanton, like I was their personal slut for the night. Even if I hadn’t wanted it, I would have been.

After a second or two Billy’s dick was hard. He spread my thighs a bit, not really enough to open me up and reached between my legs. He rubbed my clit then, hard and fast, unlike anything I had ever experienced; the way he forced it hurt so bad that screamed. But, at the same time, the way he did it made me scream in pleasure too. My pussy instantly flooded.

As soon as my juices started flowing Billy slammed his cock, just as large as his brother’s, inside me. It filled me so that I could have sworn something ripped. I screamed again, this time more from pain than pleasure.

Bobby was angry that I kept screaming. He started calling me a cock-tease and a whore and forcing my head down on his cock. To make him happy I began sucking him, flicking his head with the tip of my tongue, reaching my hand up to cup and squeeze his balls. He moaned and told me to give him more. He told me that the tears of pain I was crying were sexy. He told his brother to fuck me harder.

Crying in pain, not realizing until seconds later how good it felt, I was horror-struck by the thought of Billy fucking my wet, throbbing cunt harder. But he did anyway. His thick man-meat hammered me like there was no tomorrow, forced itself so deep it bottomed out over and over again. I didn’t realize until half way through it that I was begging for more.

Before I knew what was happening Billy exploded inside my slut-cunt. He filled me so full that I could feel it dripping down my thighs. By the way I was shuddering when he finally pulled out, I knew I had cum several times too. Bobby hadn’t cum though. Billy stood up and moved to sit on the toolbox, commanding me to stroke his cock while Bobby walked around me.

Bobby smacked my ass several times on the way around, commenting about how good I was at sucking his cock. Like a professional, he said.

When he rubbed my pussy I figured he was going to fuck where his brother had just cum. Then his fingers moved up to stroke my ass and I knew I was wrong. Fear gripped me; the idea of him shoving his huge tool inside my ass was impossible! I would have jumped up and ran if Billy hadn’t grabbed my shoulders and held me in place. I started begging, pleading with them, telling them I would do anything if they would just let me go and not fuck my ass.

They just laughed and said that I would learn to love it. Billy was too strong to fight; no matter how hard I twisted or turned he just held on. Just when the fight was leaving me Bobby shoved his huge tool inside my ass. It hurt so badly! I know I screamed and screamed as his massive meat drilled deep inside my tight ass.

I could hear him, between screams, moaning how tight and good it was. I knew that this was going to be the worst experience of my life. Somehow Billy seemed to know my thoughts though. He moved his hand down and began rubbing my clit as my ass was reamed, and it made all the difference. His fingers expertly rubbing my clit sent a vibration through me that made my ass, my pussy and my clit feel like one united organism in a way that left me gasping with pleasure.

Bobby loved it. He just kept pounding me, calling me his and Billy’s personal cock slut. After about ten minutes of being ass-fucked I started to cum big. I mean cum like I had never cum before and my orgasm made him shoot his wad right inside me. I squeezed and wiggled for him, milking his juicy manhood for all it was worth.

By the time they drove me home I was theirs totally. I hope to see them again soon, or did before the day I met you.”

Her eyes met Eric’s, the bald lust visible. The cock-whore wanted him more than anything else and her gaze told him that she would do anything to have him.

Quickly Eric turned to Beverly and said, “your turn.”

I have been waiting for you so long. Who would have guessed that what started as a friendship, would blossom into an online love affair. Each time we chat, my ache for you grows stronger. As I think of you, and look at your picture, my body tingles, and I get so wet. I want you so. I need you so. And I must tell you what I yearn for.

The passion within me is building. I have to feel your tongue on me. Feel its softness gliding along my smooth pussy lips, making me quiver. Spreading myself open for you, I invite you to taste of me. My clit is throbbing, aching for you to suckle it. Gently, you take it between your lips, rolling it around on your tongue. My hips arch, begging you to take even more. My sweetness begins trickling out and you can’t resist this. You plunge your tongue deep inside me, coaxing me to release more. My moans of pleasure urge you on. Deeper and faster you tongue fuck me, until I can take it no longer. “Please.” I beg you. “Please suck my clit.” You too cannot resist and you cover my hard throbbing button with your mouth, sucking deeply. My hips push themselves against your face; my legs begin to tremble. My quick breathing and cries of excitement let you know I am at the edge.

You reach up and squeeze my hardened nipples while sucking harder and I cum for you. My body opens up and a river of nectar begins flowing. No matter how quickly you drink from me, you cannot keep up with the deluge. As each orgasmic wave surges through me, another spurt fills your thirsty mouth. Finally, when I am so swollen and so sensitive, that I can’t take even the slightest touch, I plead with you to stop.

And so you give me solace. Your face and chest drenched with my passion, you come up and kiss me, sharing the taste of my sweetness. As our tongues dance, I feel your hardness press against my swollen pussy, and I start to throb with desire. My legs wrap themselves around your waist and your cock slowly slides into me.

Moaning into each other’s mouths, our bodies unite. This is what we have been dreaming of.talking about.waiting for. My pussy tightens around your hard cock as you slowly, rhythmically slide in and out. Our hips are in perfect synch and the pleasure mounts as you begin to fuck me faster.harder. Your pounding cock is driving me crazy. I can’t stop cumming. With every wave of orgasm, I squeeze your cock tighter and my juices flow onto your balls.

“OH GOD, YES! FUCK ME HARD!” I beg you, as my head is thrashing, my fingers digging into your shoulders. I can feel you getting close, your throbbing cock stretching my pussy. My body tenses. My legs squeezing your back, my arms squeezing your shoulders, my pussy squeezing your cock, as the most intense orgasm hits. You look down at me and tell me to open my eyes. I look at you with all the love and passion I’m feeling as my body locks around yours.

You continue to drive into me, your balls slapping against my ass, and then you push deep inside me. Grunting as your cock explodes, pumping me with its hot stickiness. Filling me, body and soul, until you are spent.

This is what I long for.What I ache for.What I’m sending you the next plane ticket out here for.Hurry!

I work the late shift. I hate it for the most part. But there are a few perks like less traffic on the way home and I get to walk into my bedroom and watch my sexy woman sleep. Sounds weird I know, but there’s nothing quite like waking her up to have sex.

I tossed my coat over the back of the couch and made my way into the bedroom. There she was, laying there, the sheets barely covering her naked body. The sight of her sleeping always gets me hot. I don’t know if it’s because she’s helpless lying there or if its cause I can look long and hard at her without her wondering what the hell I was thinking. Her curves showed right through the sheets. She’d left the lamp on and the light danced across her, she obviously fell asleep reading again. She always tried to stay awake until I got home.

I watched her as I undressed making sure not to make a sound. I let my pants and shirt fall to the floor. The cool air made my nipples harden as I freed my breasts from my bra. I slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. As the water flowed over my body, the vision of her lying in bed stayed in my mind. I was wet and it wasn’t from the shower. I toweled off my body and made for the bed. As I stood at the foot of the bed I slowly pulled the sheets down, revealing her nakedness completely. I felt my body tingle as I looked down at her.

I eased myself onto the bed to lie next to her, lightly pressing my damp body against her soft skin. As I pressed my breasts against her back she began to stir. I held totally still. I didn’t want her to wake up yet. I slid my hand over her hip and to her hairless mound. Carefully I pressed my fingers against her lips, penetrating ever so slowly until I found her clit. She moaned lightly but wasn’t awake. I slid my other arm underneath her and began to fondle her breasts, rolling her nipples in between my fingers making them stand erect.

As I started to nibble at her neck, she began to stir. My lips lightly bit at her skin and traveled up the side of her neck to her earlobe. As I reached her ear I whispered lightly, Honey, I’m home. She rolled over slowly and a smile danced across her lips. I quickly kissed her deeply, letting my tongue explore her mouth. I missed you baby. She said between kisses.

She let her hands roam my body, gently kneading my flesh. She slipped one of her hands down to my trimmed mound. Her warm fingers penetrated my lips and found my clit. I did the same to her, her moist lips surrounding my fingers. We both let our fingers stroke and rub against our clits and before I knew it we were both grinding our hips against our hands. She whispered seductively Baby, I wanna feel your tongue on my clit. As I made my way down her sensual body, she squirmed underneath me in anticipation.

I reached her shaven mound and placed butterfly light kisses around it and upon her lips, teasing her. Her scent filled my nose and I felt myself grow damp again. Her whimpers told me I was driving her crazy. I continued to tease her, letting my tongue pass just beyond her wet lips and lightly skim along her clit. Once I thought I had tantalized her enough I flattened my tongue and pressed it firmly against her throbbing clit. Her moans filled the room.

I pressed my face deeper into her sweet pussy as I spread her lips apart with my fingers. Her clit was hard and prominent as I sucked it into my hot mouth. I raised my hands up her body, lightly tracing circles along her soft skin causing goose bumps to cover her. She moaned and squirmed against the bed as my tongue rolled over her clit and pulled it into my mouth again. Her wetness completely covered my face now and I relentlessly sucked at her clit.

I slowly inserted my middle finger into her tight hole and without delay she squeezed tightly around it. Her wet warm walls surrounded my finger and held it firmly in place as my mouth continued to suck, nibble and lick her clit. By now her hips rocked against my face and forced my tongue to stroke the full length of her clit. I began to pump my finger in and out of her pussy like a little cock, letting it wriggle while deep inside her, teasing her g-spot.

Her quiet moans were replaced with loud groans from deep within her as she began to cum. I felt her juices release and cover my mouth and finger as she writhed underneath me. I kept up my pace, not wanting her to come down too soon. My tongue rolled over her clit again and again until her entire body shuddered. Oh God Baby! She pressed against the back of my head and forced me harder on her clit, then released me as her orgasm began to subside, her hips lay still and her gaspy breathing replaced her moans.

With a final kiss on her sweetness I began to make my way back up her body, placing delicate kisses along her skin causing her to giggle. I licked her lips as I began to kiss her, the scent of her juices thick on my tongue. She immediately kissed me deeply, wanting to taste her self. She moaned into the kiss and our bodies pressed together once more. We lay there for a few moments and she was off to sleep again. I just chuckled and cuddled against her waiting for sleep to find me. There was always tomorrow night.

I was a little tired from working around the yard all day. We just had an inground pool installed and I had some landscaping to do. It was late afternoon when I decided to call it quits. My back was aching and the sun had literally worn me down. I still had to install the sprinkler system and since I wasn’t much of a handyman I decided that I needed to do more research.

I came inside the house and headed for the laundry room, undressed to my boxers and went upstairs to the bedroom where we have our computer. My wife Sandra had left for the day with a friend shopping. The boys were at camp for the week, so I had the place to myself. While researching for my information I came across a link that contained erotic stories and found myself reading some. I liked one in particular titled “The BJ Woman”. The story wasn’t as original as some I read before but the idea of a woman hitting on me wanting to give me a blow job in a public place appealed to me. I managed to finish my research, made a ‘to purchase list’ and headed off for a nice long hot shower.

While I was in the shower I couldn’t help thinking about what I would do if I ever was so lucky to be offered a blow job by a complete stranger. Would I let her do it? Would I resist? Would I consider it cheating on my wife? I had so many thoughts racing in my mind it shivers through my body. As the hot water poured on me I applied body wash on my sponge cloth. I started lathering my neck, then slowly moving the sponge cloth in a circular motion on my chest. Thinking more about the story, I could feel my body tense up a little.

I hadn’t masturbated in a long while and my imagination was running wild. With my other hand I took the soap from my chest and began fondling my now semi-hard cock. I started to stroke my 7 inch cock in a slow motion followed by a squeeze till I slipped a finger deep into my anus. I then dropped my sponge cloth and took the showerhead aiming the jet stream upwards my balls while finger fucking my ass.

“Ooohhh, this feels so good,” I moaned.

I could feel my cock throbbing when suddenly I heard Sandra calling out for me.

“Damn,” I murmured to myself.

She must have heard the shower running as she was upstairs before I realized it.

Sandra is a beautiful Italian woman; she just turned 39 years old, dark complexion, with dark brown hair shoulder length, and hazel eyes. She takes great care of her body; she stands at 5′5″, and weighs 125lbs. Unfortunately, Sandra is very conservative when it comes to sex. For her once every other week is more than enough and we always have to make sure the boys are never home.

“Vince, I’m home,” she said in a puzzled voice looking at me through our glass shower door.

“Yes Sandra, how was your shopping spree?” I replied in a low voice, bent over looking for my sponge cloth and with one hand trying to cover my hard on.

Sandra never saw me masturbate; her idea of sex was for old school only. Sandra always thought sex was done the missionary way and the quicker the better. So for me it was like getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “Shopping was great as usual,” she replied in a composed manner. “By the way, Mary is downstairs. She’ll be staying for dinner.”

“That’s great,” I replied. “I’ll be down shortly,” now facing her through the glass door with my hard on thinking I dodged a bullet.

“By the way, I would stop whatever it is your doing,” she said as she was leaving. “We do not want to scare away our guest with your loud moans.”

Once again she found a way to change the mood. How hard would it have been for her to come to me, open the glass shower door get on her knees take my hard cock in her mouth covered with red lipstick and suck it slowly, with or without Mary downstairs? Here I was caught dreaming again. Sandra always made me feel like sex is a chore and not something a couple enjoys. Like Sandra, I’m 39 years old. I’m 5′11″, and 182 lbs. I go to the gym quite regularly and although I’m no Arnold I’m no slouch either. My greatest feature is my ass (so I’ve been told). Many of Sandra girlfriends commented on how firm it is. I have blue eyes with light brown hair, and I love wearing trendy clothes. With some frustration I finished my shower, without the pleasure of masturbating, dried off, got dressed and headed downstairs.

“Hi Mary, how was your shopping?” as I made my way downstairs.

“Hey Vince, shopping was fun. I got some nice outfits and a bunch of other stuff,” she replied.

“That’s great. Maybe you could model them for me?” I said in a nonchalant way.

“Sure, but only if Sandra is okay with it,” replied Mary.

I was shocked. I never expected her to agree. I was just making casual conversation.

Mary was very similar to Sandra. Always dressed appropriately, never wore anything revealing even though she had plenty to reveal.

“Not a problem Mary, you can use our bedroom upstairs,” Sandra replied.

Seeing Sandra approved Mary grabbed her bags and made her way to the bedroom upstairs.

Once Mary was upstairs Sandra approached me and whispered, “What the hell was that all about! You never ask me to model clothes for you.”

I had this most confused look on my face. Was this supposed to be a sign of jealously? Even though she was right I had to find a way to get myself out of this. The last thing I wanted was an argument. I was tired from working all day and frustrated that I wasn’t able to masturbate.

“Sandra, I really didn’t expect her to try anything on. I merely made a small talk comment,” continuing my plea and trying to avoid her second question. “You can go upstairs and tell her to forget about it.”

Sandra looking at me in dismay, “I cannot do that to her. What would she think?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Just tell her that my comment was inappropriate and that’s it.”

Sandra replied in an authoritative voice, “Listen Vince, you better tell her she looks great, like it or not and .,” looking straight into my eyes. “You better not undress her with your eyes. I saw what you were trying to do upstairs and know in what kind of mood you are in.”

“What are you talking about? This is Mary. She’s your best friend. I would never, ever .”

She then interrupts me, “You still didn’t answer me why you never asked me to model clothes for you before!”

I should have known better than to think that she would forget, “I would honey, but I never thought that it mattered to you. Besides, I knew the answer would be no.”

Sandra without missing a beat told me, “You would be surprised at the answer. I might actually think that you are interested in me and what I buy and maybe . just maybe I would model it for you.”

I really felt that I was getting myself in deeper and deeper. I wasn’t sure what to say to her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

Picking up the courage, I said, “You’re right Sandra. I should never assume anything,” and with a broken voice I continued. “Do you want to show me what you bought today?”

Sandra answered, “I guess, I can, but you must be honest with me and please do not compare me to Mary.”

“Thank you Sandra. You know that I consider you my bombshell. I would never compare you with anyone,” I replied.

While Sandra joined Mary upstairs I went to the kitchen to see if I can get something strong and cold to drink. I figured that a good cold beer would help. While drinking my beer and staring at nothing I was trying to imagine my wife and her friend coming down the stairs wearing something kinky. Could that actually happen? Sandra? No! I knew what I was dealing with here. While I was daydreaming both Sandra and Mary made their way to the kitchen.

“Well Vince, what do you think? Do you like my new outfit?” asked Mary.

I didn’t hear Mary at all but faintly heard Sandra saying, “You’ll have to wait till he comes back to reality, he’s daydreaming again.”

“I think he’s more like fantasizing,” interrupted Mary.

Mary is a petite divorced woman. You wouldn’t be able to tell she’s Italian with that light skin complexion. She’s 38 years old, celebrating her 39th next week, 5′3″ and 110 lbs. Since she always dresses conservatively I never imagined her as someone I would undress with a look. She was a friend and I was quite content to leave it at that.

When I finally came ‘to’ I mumbled something like, “Wow, you are so incredibly sexy and you look different.”

I went back into a stare thinking is that really Mary in front of me, with her blond long curly hair, wearing a tight fitting bow accent white low cut tank top with spaghetti straps revealing the roundness of her firm breasts! They must be a 30C size, and those perky nipples coming through the fabric. Her tight black skirt was just knees length and did it ever reveal the curvature of her hips.

“Oh my,” I kept telling myself.

I was afraid that my cock would erupt through my pants. “Different! Is that all you can say?” Mary said.

“Mary, you’ll have to wait for him to collect his thoughts first,” Sandra mentioned. “I think he is still in lala land,” as they both started to laugh.

I realized I wasn’t in a dream when I glanced over at Sandra. She was also dressed to impress. I always knew that she had a body to kill and this outfit proved it. Sandra was wearing a very tight pinkish lace-up corset top, trying to hold those 32B breasts inside and a box pleated black skirt a few inches above her knees revealing her long muscular legs.

I managed to blurb out, “Ladies, this is not what I expected to see. Seeing that you are both conservative I never thought you girls would wear something as sexy and revealing. So please forgive me if I seem a little distracted.”

To which Sandra replied, “Conservative, us! My dear Vince we always dress for the occasion.”

“What’s the occasion?” trying my best to carry a conversation.

“We bought these outfits for Laurie and Steve’s party next week. Do you think it’s too revealing?” Mary questioned.

“Not if you don’t mind people staring at you,” I said in a sarcastic manner.

Mary without skipping a beat said, “Like the way you are staring at us right now?”

I knew I couldn’t stop staring at both of them but at this point it didn’t matter, “I guess so, but you can’t blame a guy for looking at two gorgeous women.”

“You do have a point here Vince. Come in the living room with us, we need to talk,” Sandra said as she walked towards the living room.

I asked the girls if they wanted something to drink, “Red wine,” they replied.

I pour them both a glass of Chardonnay, head towards the living room, give them each a glass of wine and retreated to the lazy boy in front of them. Sipping on there Chardonnay Sandra and Mary winked at me and with their eyes directed me to look down. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was then I realized I things were going to change.

THE EVIL WITHIN THE EVIL TURNS

I realize that this will be considered a cop-out and a concession on the part of some of the readers.others will probably hate it just as much as the first edition.and still others may like it. A great deal of it is the same as the original ending, but there is a new twist at the ending! While the ending is just as cruel for Brent, at least it’s a better ending for Emma and Drake.snicker-snicker!

“But what?” he asked, as fear clutched at his throat, threatening to choke him.

“The baby, the baby has a, a deformity,” she finally sobbed.

“Oh, no,” he cried, “will he live?”

“Yes, but, oh, it, it was so embarrassing,” she sniffed.

“What?” he asked, looking over at the baby. “I don’t see anything.”

Choking back her tears, she slowly reached down to the tiny infant and gently loosened the blanket covering it.

Then, as Brent fearfully watched, she slowly peeled the cover back.

“Oh, Lord,” Brent gasped, “how?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “unless it’s our punishment.”

The tiny infant, oblivious to the attention, lay sleeping. Brent stared down at its groin in disbelief. The baby had a huge penis for an infant so small. The thing had to be at least three inches long and as big around as a banana. “It’s huge,” he whispered.

“I know,” she whined. “I was so embarrassed when the doctor held him up, I could have died.”

“I don’t understand,” he muttered as his mother tucked the covers back around the baby, hiding his reprehensible deformity from the world.

“I don’t know what to do,” she mumbled.

“Is there some kind of operation that can fix it?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” she groaned, “but I’ll ask the doctor.”

“This is so humiliating.”

Just then the nurse stuck her head back in the door.

“Time to go, young man,” she told him.

“Uh, okay, uh, I’ll be back tomorrow, Mom,” he said, leaning down and giving her a dutiful kiss on the cheek.

His mind was in a whirl as he reeled out of the room. It was dark outside, but he decided to walk the two miles back to the apartment. He needed to think and clear his head.

How could such a thing happen? It was unbelievable. How could a baby have a cock as big as a man’s? He had never heard of such a thing. Was this god’s retribution for their incestuous fornicating? Well, at least he was healthy, in all other respects. It could have been some life-threatening defect.

His mother and brother and son stayed in the hospital for three days. He visited them every day, but the subject of the enlarged appendage didn’t come up again until they got back to the apartment.

After supper, the day they had come home, he and his mother were sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of wine. The baby was asleep in the little crib in their bedroom.

“Did you ever get to talk to the doctor about, uh, you know.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“He said that Drake’s penis was normal in every way, except size.”

“So there is no operation to make it normal?”

“No.”

They both sat in silence for several moments.

“The doctor said that it was fifty-fifty chance that Drake’s penis wouldn’t get much larger. Or it might just keep growing in relation to his size. Or it may just become enormous. He didn’t know.”

“Well, I guess that we will just have to wait and see how our little boy grows up,” he said, with a weak smile on his face.

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“But enough about Drake’s,” she smiled at him, reaching over and rubbing him through his pants, “how is yours?”

“Lonely,” he grinned, perking up noticeably, “but willing to wait as long as you need.”

“Well,” she said softly, tickling his hardening cock through his pants with her long, pink nails, “maybe we could do something for him.”

Setting her glass down, she slowly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, she dug around until she was finally able to drag his thick, hard manhood out through the opening in his pants.

“Oh, he’s so lovely,” she cooed, “and so, so normal.”

Lovingly, she slowly ran her hand up and down his aching cock. It had been four whole days. Probably not long for some men, but when you were used to having it two or three times a day, four days was an eternity.

“Let’s go into your bedroom,” she said, getting up, picking up her glass and the bottle of wine.

“Mine?”

“Yes, yours,” she said brusquely, “Drake is in the other room. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied foolishly, realizing that his hots had clouded his memory, making him forget about his son and brother.

“We wouldn’t want to teach him any bad habits, would we?” she laughed sarcastically.

“Uh, no,” he retorted, feeling the first little flicker of jealousy toward his son and brother.

“I hope that you won’t find me disgusting,” she said over her shoulder as he followed her into his room.

Stopping at the door, he watched her set the wine down on his nightstand. His bed had become sort of a catchall for everything since he had moved into her bedroom. Bending over, she swept everything off the bed with one sweep of her arm.

“That’s better,” she laughed mockingly.

Then, she leisurely untied her robe. Still facing away from him, she let the shimmering satin gown slowly rustle to the floor.

From behind, she still looked the same. The same, long, flowing lines. The beautiful curve of her hips. The same round perfection of her arrogant derriere. The same long, statuesque legs.

Slowly, she turned around to face him. Staring at him with her glacial blue eyes burning into his soul, she looked for any hint of disgust or repugnance.

Her breasts still jutted out full and proud, larger and now carrying their load of mother’s milk. Her belly was deflated. The round fullness was gone. All that remained of her pregnancy was a small fold of flesh with obvious stretch marks. She still hadn’t fully shrunk back to normalcy. Her pussy was once again bald. Well, almost bald. There was only stubble of what had been a lush forest of soft, fine pubic hair.

“Well?” he heard her ask.

“Your even more beautiful than before,” he murmured in deja vue bliss.

“You really think so?”

“I do,” he grinned, “really, I do.”

“You don’t think I am repulsive?”

“How could you even say such a thing?” he mumbled, slowly crossing the room to where she stood. “You’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You always know just the right thing to say,” she gurgled, pulling him to her and kissing him with a deep, searching kiss.

Tasting her, he returned her kiss. This time, he no longer had to lean forward because of her protruding belly. Breaking their kiss, he gradually sank to his knees in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her smooth, muscular thighs, he gently cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands and pulled her to him. Like a butterfly searching for nectar, his lips flitted over her shrunken belly, gently kissing and licking the soft skin. Round and round over her emaciated abdomen he went, licking and kissing. Finally, he paused at her belly button, now receded and depressed. Probing it with his tongue, he once again paid it special homage.

As he paid reverence to her flattened abdomen, she lovingly ran her long, slender fingers through his hair. Then, he gently pushed at her, trying to push her down onto her back.

“No,” she whispered softly, pulling him to his feet, “not yet, please.”

“Lay down and I’ll be right back,” she told him, giving him another soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

“You must like the way I look,” she quietly laughed as she saw his manhood was already standing at the ready.

“You’re still beautiful, Mom,” he gushed, crawling up on the bed. “As beautiful as ever.”

“You silly little boy,” she bubbled, turning and plodding out of the room.

Where was she going, he wondered. Absent-mindedly, he slowly began to stroke the thick, hard column of meat jutting out of the base of his belly.

“Oh, don’t use it all up,” his mother scolded him, peeking her head back around the doorframe, “I’m going to feed Drake and then, I’ll be back to fix your problem.”

“Jeesh,” he grunted, humiliated that she had caught him beating his meat.

Then as she disappeared again, he had a jolting revelation. He would have to share his mother with his brother/son for the rest of his life. She was no longer his and his alone.

A bitter melancholy settled down over him as a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. Letting go of his cock, he let it flop back down to his belly.

The tears continued to flow, wetting the pillow as he wept in silence.

“What, what happened?” his mother asked as she sat down on the bed beside him. “Why are you crying?”

“Oh, nothing,” he lied, sniffing and trying to stop the trickle of tears flowing down his cheeks.

“What?” she asked insistently, running her fingers through his hair.

“Nothing.Mom,” he snorted, sucking back the tears, “really, it’s nothing.”

“You’re not jealous of Drake, are you?”

“Oh.I don’t know.maybe just a little.but I’ll get over it.”

“You’ll have to, I’m afraid.”

“I will.”

“Good, now lay back and close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay. You don’t have to get bossy.”

“Well, I’m still your mother. I have a right to be bossy.”

“Okay. Okay. You win.”

Leaning back, he closed his eyes. Then he felt his mother’s soft, warm hands on his penis. She began to gently massage and knead the swollen hardness of his cock, coating it with some kind of warm, scented oil. Her fingers continued to delicately spread the oil over his throbbing cock until it was entirely covered with the slippery lotion. Then she stopped.

“Don’t open them yet,” he heard her say as he started to open his eyes.

Wondering what she was doing, he lay there enjoying the delicate fragrance of the oil. Then he felt the bed shudder and creak in protest as his mother crawled onto it.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

His mother lay on her back with her beautiful round butt poised on the edge of the bed. Her upper torso was on the bed, but her legs, bent at the knees were off the bed. She looked kind of strange lying there half on and half off the bed with her dainty feet resting on the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked quizzically.

“Come around and get between my legs,” she directed him.

“But, I thought you said it would be several weeks.”

“Just do like I tell you. Please.”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

Rolling off the bed, he clumped around the bed until he was standing at her feet.

“You look kind of funny, lying there like that,” he laughed.

“Look, I’m doing this for you, so quit making fun of me.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled shuffling up between her long, lovely legs.

He stopped when his jutting cock rested on her prickly little mons. The hair still hadn’t grown back and the short, shaven bristles pricked the sensitive skin of his cock. Standing and looking down at her, he watched her lift one long leg up into the air and curl it back until her thigh was resting on her chest, flattening her breast. Then, she lifted the other leg, curling it back until it rested beside her other leg. Smiling up at him, she wrapped her arms around her thighs and hugged them to her chest. As she did, her pelvis tilted upward and her beautiful butt lifted off the bed. Now, his cock was lying on top of her empty pussy. He could feel its soft flesh, warm and satiny pressed against the bottom of his hard cock.

“Okay, now back up just a little and put it in.”

“But, you said that we couldn’t do it for.”

“The other place,” she whispered, interrupting him.

A searing jolt of excitement tore through his brain when he comprehended what she meant. She wanted him to put his cock in her asshole. She had never even hinted at such a thing before. He had wondered what it would be like, but he had never had the courage to ask her. Now she was openly inviting him to fuck her in the ass.

“Just, please be gentle.Okay?”

“Mom, we don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I want to do it for you.”

“But.”

“Please, don’t argue with me. Just do it before I change my mind.”

“But, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It will only hurt for a while.”

“But, Mom.”

“Do it, Brent Martin,” she ordered him, wriggling her butt. “Put that thing in me, now.”

Seeing that she was adamant, he slowly eased his hips back until his cock slithered down between the cheeks of her beautiful ass. Reaching down, he hooked his thumbs down into the soft, pliant flesh of her ass cheeks. Slowly, he gently spread the cheeks apart to reveal the delicate button of her asshole. Staring down at the wrinkled circle of darkened flesh, he maneuvered the big, purple head of his cock down between the cheeks. He deliberately rubbed the slippery head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. The skin between the round, full cheeks of her ass was warm and slick, coated with the same slippery salve she had rubbed on him. Finally, with his hips, he fitted the tapered head of his big cock on the furrowed circle of darkened flesh. Then, he slowly leaned into her, pushing his cock-head down into the tight, clenched opening. Ever-so-slowly it crept down into her, as he watched the tip of his cock disappear inside it. Continuing to push, he soon had half of the head of his barbed prick forced down into her asshole. Hearing his mother’s labored breathing, he looked up and saw the grimace on her face and stopped pushing.

“Mother.do you want me to stop,” he asked.

“Push it in,” she told him, grimacing in pain. “Push it in, now.”

Straining a little harder, he leaned into her and felt the head of his cock slither deeper into her. The muscles surrounding the fragile opening were strong and fought against his hooded invader.

“Push harder,” she winced, her beautiful face still twisted into a grimace.

Obeying her, he grunted and pushed harder. He could feel her anus slowly dilating as the slippery head of his dick forced it open.

Then, all once, she yelped in pain as the head of his cock popped into her widely stretched asshole. As it did, the muscles around her asshole snapped down around the shaft of his cock just below the bloated cock head. Even as she grimaced in pain, half of his penis slithered into her rectum before he could stop it.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.

Looking down between her legs, Brent saw that all but two or three inches of his thick, hard cock was embedded inside her ass.

“All. Put it all the way in,” she said through gritted teeth.

The muscles encircling her asshole, defeated by the head of his penis were no match for the rest of his cock as he shoved it into her. It easily slid into the hot, clutching tightness of her slippery asshole. Just the wicked delight of fucking her in the ass sent chills up his spine as he held himself buried up to the hilt inside the grasping tightness of her ass.

“Fuck my ass,” she groaned.

Slowly, he withdrew his greased pole and then eased it back into her again. Then, sliding his hands under her thighs, he held on and began to pump his aching peter in and out of her hot, clinging asshole. He rocked his hips back and forth, sawing the thick roundness of his cock in and out of the strangling, tight clench of her asshole. As he fucked her, he saw the grimace on her face slowly fade. Her eyes closed, brow furrowed, she endured the assault on her asshole. Then, he saw her reach down to her pussy. She began to roughly rub her clit with her finger as her body softly undulated to the rhythm of his fucking. With the tightness of her asshole working on his pistoning cock, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand too much more. His balls, slapping up against the rounded softness of her upturned ass, were about to explode. Puffing and panting, he fucked her ass harder and harder. Then unbelievably, he saw her arch her back and begin to shiver and shake. Her fists flailed down on the bed as she rocketed off into an orgasm.

God, she was having an orgasm while he was fucking her in the ass. He couldn’t believe it. It was too much. Then the muscles around her asshole locked down on him, threatening to strangle the life out of it.

He blew off inside her ass, sending a gusher of his burning cum out onto the delicate lining of her rectum.

“Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee,” she shrieked as the scalding semen spurted out into her ass in great fiery gobs.

Again and again, his cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it into her ass. Brent felt like she was pulling him down into her ass as her ass muscles tightened tighter and tighter. She was going to cut his dick in two. He could feel the tight bands of muscle digging deeper and deeper into the muscles of his cock.

Then, just when he thought he couldn’t stand anymore, the muscles began to relax. Looser and looser, they became as his cock gradually stopped erupting inside her rectum. He felt himself growing soft inside her, his cock rapidly shrinking back to normalcy.

“Take it out, please,” his mother quietly implored.

Easing back, he carefully pulled his fallen warrior back down her anal canal. Then all at once, it popped out, followed by a stream of thick, pearl-colored cum.

“AAAAooooouuuuccchhhh,” she yipped as it popped out.

“I never,” was all he could say as he slumped to his knees between her legs.

Leaning forward, he gently kissed the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina.

She slowly scooted back onto the bed and he crawled up beside her. Snuggling up together, they slept until the wailing cry of their son woke them.

A week later, Ella returned to work at the bank. Brent once again assumed his old job of housekeeper and cook for the rest of the summer. Ella had been instrumental in establishing a nursery at the bank and now took full advantage of it. Drake spent his days there and his nights with Ella and Brent. They were as happy as a family could be as the rest of the summer slipped by. But too soon, it was gone and Brent had to return to college.

During the following years, Brent finished college and got a job with an oil company as a consulting engineer. As such, he made very good money and convinced his mother to quit her job and stay at home with Drake. Brent was gone most of the time, but when he did return home, the homecomings were ecstatic.

It was his mother’s forty-eighth birthday, and Brent was going to surprise her with a visit. And Drake had turned eighteen some six or seven months ago and Brent hadn’t had a chance to get back for his birthday. The visit was kind of like killing two birds with one stone for him.

Pulling up in front of the apartment, Brent reached down and turned off the ignition. Opening the door, he crawled out. Easing the door shut, he crept over to the door of the apartment. Slipping his key into the door, he silently pushed the door open.

The kitchen was empty.

Quietly closing the door behind him, he tiptoed across the kitchen.

Then he heard it. He would know that sound anywhere. He felt his stomach heave sickly. The sounds were coming from his old bedroom. But who, he feverishly thought as he reeled across the room. Now the sick, wet sound of two bodies slapping together was deafening. Even louder than the roar of the blood rushing through his head. A scorching wave of jealous rage washed over him, leaving him trembling with anger.

Then he was at the doorway. Fighting down the bile that was threatening to spew up into his mouth, he looked inside. At first, he couldn’t make any sense of it. Why in God’s name would his mother let someone else fuck her? How could she, after all he and she meant to each other? Had their love been so disposable? After all they had been through, and now this.

His brain numbed by anger and disgust, he just stood watching his mother being fucked by the teenager. From where he stood, neither of them could see him. The boy on top of her was facing away from him. She lay on her back with her legs spread while the boy pounded his huge cock into her furiously. Brent was paralyzed as he watched the boy’s tight, muscled ass rock back and forth wildly. It had to be some macabre nightmare, he thought as he watched the muscles in the boy’s ass clench and relax with every pounding stroke.

Then it came to him. He felt like someone had just kicked him in the balls. It was Drake that was driving his gigantic prick into his mother’s drooling cunt. Brent had never witnessed such fury as the boy savagely attacked her. Their fucking was so different than the way he and his mother made love, Brent stupidly thought. But there was no denying that Ella was enjoying it, as she clawed and clutched at her son, urging him to fuck her even harder. How could she do this to him? How could she let her own son fuck her like that? Her son? But didn’t I do the same thing, he sickly thought.

“Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh,” Drake grunted as he hammered his colossal prick into her.

Brent could hear his mother whimper each time the boy slammed his cock into her.

“More.Baby.more,” she implored him.

The disgusting sound of his cock slurping in and out of her was sickening to Brent. Then suddenly, Drake growled and drove his cock into her as deep as he could.

“Awwwwafuckkkkkkk!” he barked as his hips began to jerk and quiver.

Brent knew he was going to vomit, but he fought to hold it down.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the boy jerked his hips back, yanking his monstrous cock out of his mother’s violated cunt.

“That was so good, Baby,” she cooed.

Still unaware that Brent was standing in the doorway, Drake backed off the bed and stood up. Then he slowly plodded into the bathroom.

But, how, why, Brent’s mind feverishly wondered? Why had she let him do it to her? Drake had the body of a young man, but a prick the size of a fucking horse. Turning his head back to his mother, he saw that she hadn’t moved. Her widely-stretched pussy still gaped open obscenely as a stream of Drake’s semen trickled out of it.

Brent could taste the bile in his mouth as he watched the yawning pit slowly collapse back on itself, sending another gush of Drake’s venomous pus trickling down onto the bed.

Gagging, he turned and bolted out of the house. Leaning up against the hot, flaking plaster on the side of the apartment, he heaved his insides up. The spout of burning acid blistered his throat and mouth as it spewed out of his mouth onto the wall. Retching again and again, he vomited until there was nothing left to vomit. But even then, he continued to heave dryly.

At last his stomach quit trying to turn itself inside out.

Leaning against the wall, he wheezed, gasping for breath. He felt terrible. He and his mother had created some kind of fucking monster. And now it had turned on him. Taking her away from him.

Finally, he was able to straighten up. Looking around to see if anyone had witnessed his downfall, he saw an old, homeless man staring at him. He was shaking his head. The man’s hair was matted down with filth and he hadn’t shaved in ages. His clothes were filthy and had holes in them. His dirty shoes were so old, they probably didn’t even have soles in them. And this man was shaking his head at Brent in disgust. God, how could he have stooped this low?

Getting into his car, he drove around for three or four hours before stopping at a bar. Finally, after three drinks, he staggered out to his car and drove back to the apartment.

Stopping in front of the apartment, he saw the vile puddle of vomit where he had spilled his guts earlier. This was the first time he had dreaded seeing his mother since that day so long ago. The day that had sent them spiraling down the twisted path that led to this odious juncture.

If he had only known.

Taking a deep breath, he crawled out of the car. Unlocking the front door, he eased it open.

No, it couldn’t be happening again, he feverishly thought. Then the pounding slap of two bodies crashing together filled his ears once again. Sickened again, he crept over to the kitchen where the sick sounds were coming from.

Peeking inside, he saw his mother sitting sat on the table with her dress pulled up around her waist, as Drake pounded his cock into her with a vengeance. The boy had his arms hooked under her knees, lifting her legs to bare her pussy to his frantic attack. She had her arms carelessly thrown around the boy’s neck as she lovingly stared into his face. Brent could see the love pouring from her eyes, as the boy’s hips flew back and forth rapidly, sending his mammoth penis plowing in and out of her at a frenzied rate.

Brent just stood there watching Drake’s ass fly back and forth. Then Brent looked up and saw his mother staring directly at him. The look in her eyes sent a chill down his spine. She was staring at him with a look of indifference. It was as if she didn’t even know him. Why? What had he done to deserve this?

Then, just as the realization came to him, Drake slammed his cock into her all the way to the hilt.

“Yes.yes.in Mommy.in Mommy,” she blathered, turning her attention back to her other son.

“FUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he bellowed out as his ass began to shake and quiver, the muscles in it tightening into bands of steel.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Drake stepped back, letting his mother’s legs flop to the table as his cock slithered out of her. She disentangled her arms from around his neck and let them fall to her side. Drake didn’t say a word, he just looked over his shoulder at Brent and then trudged out of the kitchen with his gigantic cock dangling down between his muscular legs.

Brent didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do as he and his mother stared at each other. Then he heard the television. The sounds of a cartoon came floating out of the living room.

Then Drake laughed. The unconcerned, infantile laugh of a child.

“What?” he was finally able to croak as he stumbled over to where his mother sat on the table.

“He may be eighteen, but he’s still a child, Brent,” she said to him. “Someone has to watch out for him. You’re never around. I love him so much.I couldn’t say no to him.”

“When?”

“On his eighteenth birthday,” she mumbled, “I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but the next thing I knew he was fucking me. And he hasn’t stopped since then. I loved it.it.it was almost like our first time.”

“Well, I’m here, now.”

“I’m know,” she smiled, “but I can’t see that changes anything.I still love him.”

“But.what.what about us?” Brent frantically asked, stepping up and trying to put his arms around her, only to be pushed away.

“I.I.don’t know,” she mumbled. “So much has changed.”

Brent staggered back, staring at her in disbelief.

Then, she scooted off the table and tiredly padded across the kitchen with Brent following her. As she started across the living room, Brent saw Drake hungrily following her with his eyes as she smiled at him lovingly. Drake watched her, moving his hand down to his cock. Brent couldn’t believe it, but the boy’s cock was hard and stiff already. And he hadn’t been off his mother more than a few minutes. Jesus Christ, Brent thought, he must be possessed. He was the personification of the Devil himself. An Evil within.

“Drake.Mommy and I are going to take a nap,” Brent said, fighting to keep from crying.

“No.no.we can’t.Brent,” she said, stepping over to Drake and running her fingers through his hair.

“Mommy loves me,” Drake said, wrapping his arms around her legs and hugging them to his body. “I love Mommy.”

“Drake, Mommy loves you, too. Now Mommy is going to take a nap,” she said, reaching down and unwrapping his arms from around her legs, then looking over at Brent. “Alone.”

Brent felt terrible as he watched his mother’s beautiful ass quiver and jiggle under her dress, as she climbed the stairs. The beautiful ass that was no longer his.

Brent walked over and sat down on the couch. He watched Drake as the boy stared into the television. The cartoon blared loudly. Every once in a while, Drake would look over his shoulder and glare at Brent. Brent could feel the rancor in his brother and offspring.

What a day, he tiredly thought as he closed his eyes. He had driven all morning, seen his mother raped, puked his guts out, and seen his mother raped again.

“OH, DRAKE, BABY.”

What? What was happening? Then he realized he had dozed off. Drake was no longer in front of the television set. Then he heard the sound again. The sickening, disgusting slap of two bodies slamming together.

“PLEASE BABY.HARDER” he heard his mother moaning.

Staggering to his feet, he lurched into her bedroom. Drake was on top of her again. His hips were rocking up and down like a runaway jackhammer. His mammoth prick was sliding in and out of her with nauseating ease.

“YES.FUCK.MOMMY.FUCK.MOMMY HARD” she snarled, pounding her heels into his bouncing butt.

“Fuck!” Drake grunted out every time he slammed his cock into her.

Brent stumbled over to the bed and looked down at them in disgust and loathing.

How could she? How could she let him fuck her like this?

“Don’t.Mother don’t,” Brent cried.

“Leave.leave.us.alone.please.” she panted between thrusts. “He’s.he’s.my.lover.now.”

“How.how.could you,” he wept.

“Go.go.now.and.never.never come back.”she muttered, thrusting herself back at her other son as he furiously fucked her.

“What?” Brent gasped just at the moment his brother.his son slammed his cock into his mother as deep and hard as he could.

“Yes.yes.Baby.come in Mommy,” she groveled.

“You left,” she groaned out, thrusting herself up against Drake. “You left me when I needed you.but now I have Drake.

With a feeling of revulsion and disgust, Brent turned and slowly trudged out of the room. Staggering down the stairs, he lurched across the room toward the front door. Throwing it open, he stumbled through the doorway, turning and slamming the door as hard as he could. Then he reeled down the sidewalk to his car. Jerking the door open, he crawled inside and left.never to return again.

People write things down for all sorts of reasons. A poet writes his poems, an author writes his novels and a journalist writes his columns. Each of them has his own motivation for doing so. But they all have one thing in common. They each want to share something, to get it out there, to get it off their chest. So, I’ve written this little roman a clef for many of those same reasons.

You know that old saying about not knowing or appreciating what you have until its gone? Well, that should be my life’s credo. There have been so many things in my life to which that old clich applies itself.

One incident in particular comes to mind because of a dream I had recently about something that actually happened to me. It was an erotic dream in which I relived part of the event but didn’t recognize it until I woke. When I did awaken from the dream I had to jack off immediately. The images had come to life so vividly that I spent the rest of that day thinking about and remembering the incident that inspired the dream.

I was stationed at a Marine Corps air base in southern Japan. I was a very different person in those days. I was a little younger and a hell of lot more impetuous. But I was also a damn good Marine. I was always squared away and could do my job better than most. I had long ago learned that life was just easier that way.

Not long after arriving in Japan I was put in charge of my work center. Basically I did quality assurance inspections on the maintenance my men performed.

Eventually I grew bored with running the work center and finagled myself an office job in training, licensing and technical publications. I’ll take an air-conditioned office job over getting greasy and dirty any day of the week.

I shared my office with another Corporal who was the actual training instructor. I mostly did paperwork and handled all the technical publication. I outranked him since I had been a Corporal longer than him.

One day Dave, the training instructor, was scheduled to teach a few classes to some squadron guys who had recently come to our base on a six month deployment from their base in southern Arizona. He stepped out of the office to run across the street to the convenience store, hoping to get back before the students arrived.

Normally, I have very little to do with the students, but Dave asked if I’d keep and eye out for them. Of course I said I would. Sure enough as soon as Dave left the first students started to arrive, so I had them fill out some preliminary paperwork. I immediately noticed that more than a few of these young Marines were quite good looking. Or maybe I was just horny that day, which for me is a fairly common condition.

There was one of them who really stood out among the rest. Not only was he good looking, but he was really squared away, meaning he had an immaculately pressed uniform, highly polished boots and a fresh hair cut. There was one other thing about him that really caught my attention. He had the most remarkable eyes that I’ve ever seen. They were a bright crystal blue that seemed to sort of sparkle and glow from within.

Now this guy was a Private First Class, which is two pay grades below Corporal so I figured he was pretty young and probably fresh out of boot camp. His face may have looked young and innocent but he surely had the body of a man.

“Alright Marines, I’m Corporal Brooks. Your instructor Corporal Mason will be back shortly. Meanwhile I’ll need you fill out these forms and get them back to me before you leave today.” I said, sounding very authoritative.

As I was explaining to them about the forms and the classes they’d be taking, I couldn’t help but stare at the young Private First Class. His eyes were mezmorizing. Occasionally I looked around at the others, but always ended up looking back at this young PFC.

And as luck would have it, when they started to fill out the forms, the young PFC dropped his cover, which is military lingo for ‘hat’. As he bent over to pick it up I got a spectacular view of butt. I popped a boner instantly. It was so round and perfect that the image was immediately seared into my brain. I had to force myself not to stare at him.

While we waited for Dave to get back they talked quietly amongst themselves. But then one of them apparently make a wisecrack to or about the young PFC that I’d been noticing. I didn’t actually hear what was said, but I certainly hear the young PFC’s response.

“Fuck you, you stupid motherfucker!” He shouted loudly as I watched the color rise in his cheeks and his beautiful crystal blue eyes change to a smoky gray color. He was really pissed. That was quite evident because he started in on another stream of obscenities which was enough to make anyone blush.

“Alright that’s enough! Knock it off!” I said firmly.

That kid has got some temper, I thought to myself. He still looked furious.

“Sorry Corporal.” they both echoed.

Its common practice for junior Marines to address their seniors by rank and last name. But I never got off on that whole power trip like a lot of guys did when they started to move up in the ranks. But I also didn’t take any shit from junior Marines either.

Finally Dave showed up and pointed them towards the classroom in the next building. But the young PFC came over to my desk and just stood there looking at me, not wanting to interrupt what I was doing.

“What’s up? Is there something I can help you with?” I asked him. Dave stood there listening since he was the actual instructor.

“Excuse me Corporal, but this form asks for a driver’s license number and well, my license is suspended right now.” He said a little sheepishly.

Dave looked at me since this particular question had not come up before. And for this class each student did need to have a valid driver’s license. I’d worked in training before so I knew there were a couple of ways to handle this situation.

“When will it be re-instated?” I asked him.

“In two weeks.” He said.

Now I if I had wanted to be a dick about it I could have told him that he couldn’t take the class without a valid driver’s license. But I didn’t.

“Well, just go ahead take the class for now and come back in two weeks. We’ll get you all fixed up then,” I told him.

He seemed very pleased with that and thanked me as though he thought I were doing him a special favor.

When they both left the office I quickly decided to sit in the class and follow them out. Something I often did when there were hotties in the class.

“Where are you going?” Dave asked me.

“I thought I’d monitor this class for Quality Assurance purposes.” I told him.

“Didn’t you just monitor this same class last week?” He asked.

“Just shut up and go teach the class.” I chuckled, urging him along.

“Oh I get it, there must be some cute girls in this class.” He laughed

He didn’t know how close to the truth he was. There was someone who I thought was cute in this class but it certainly wasn’t who he thought it was.

“Your students are waiting.” I told him impatiently.

“Alright students, my name is Corporal Mason, I’ll be your instructor today and most of you have already met Corporal Brooks here.” He indicated to me standing at the front corner of the classroom.

“He’ll be monitoring this class for Quality Assurance purposes, but he’s also taught these classes before, so you can direct any of questions him or myself.”

As Dave started the class I pulled up a stool and looked over the forms the students had given me. I noticed that the young PFC was not quite as young as I’d thought previously. In fact he was just a year and a few months younger than me. I was amazed.

Thinking on this, I looked up from clipboard and scanned the class for his face. It stood out immediately. There was definitely something about him that made him stand out in a crowd. Other than the fact that he was quite handsome and his eyes sparkled like jewels, there was also this almost translucent quality to his skin.

He wasn’t pale, on the contrary, he looked very healthy, almost glowing. He saw me looking at him and smiled, then went on listening to Dave’s lecture.

About halfway through the class I was called away. So I excused myself to Dave and the students. As I was about to leave I glanced at the not so young PFC, whose last name I now knew was Crass, and he gave me an almost imperceptible wave and another smile.

I smiled too, but more at myself for shamelessly flirting like that. I couldn’t wait to get back to my room in the barracks, so I could stroke my rod thinking about PFC Crass.

As duty stations go, this was one of the better ones. The barracks itself was more like one of those drive up motels, with all the doors to the rooms opening out onto a walkway. They were three man rooms, but most of them only had two occupants. A few of the luckier guys didn’t have to share at all. The best feature was that each room had its own private bathroom. A step up from most barracks I’d ever lived in.

I shared a room with another Corporal who worked in another shop. He turned out to be a great guy. But when I first moved in though we avoided each other like the plague. It only took a little while for us to become fast friends though. He was, hands down, the most considerate person I have ever lived with. Even to this day, I’ve still never lived with anyone like him.

Our room itself was probably the best appointed room on the whole base. We had all the comforts of home crammed into that living space. Each of us had our own stereo. His had one set of huge speaker, mine had two sets of smaller but really expensive speakers. I had my own television and VCR. And somehow he managed to find a really nice piece of carpeting, something almost no other room had. We had a mini-fridge, a table and chairs. All in all, it wasn’t a bad setup. Not bad at all.

We definitely had the best combined entertainment center around, so people seemed to want to just come and hang out there a lot. It was like living in the most popular dorm room or frat house on campus. We always seemed to have friends and friends of friends hanging out, drinking and just listening to music or watching videos or whatever. My roommate Sean was a genuinely nice guy. Very easy going and a lot fun to get drunk with. Not too bad to look at either.

One day, while heading back to our room from somewhere, a meal or something I think, my roommate and I ran into one of his friends from work. I did a double take when I realized who was with his friend. It was PFC Crass, the good looking kid from class a few weeks ago. His face lit up with a big smile and his eyes started to twinkle when he recognized me.

Once inside our room we all grabbed a beer and listened to some tunes and talked. Crass and I fell into a very easy conversation as if we’d already been friends for a long time. We pretty much ignored my roommate and the other guy.

Crass started doing that thing with his eyes again. Mesmerizing me. And occasionally when there was a lull in our conversation he’d just continue to stare into my eyes for a long time. It kind of made me uncomfortable at first, so I’d look away. But then I just went with it and we’d lock eyes for short periods, silently, between topics. He was making me very hot.

During our conversation I found out all sorts of things about him. One of the most important details was that he was married. Although currently separated, the fact remained that he was a married man. He also told me about all the trouble he’d been getting into lately. He had in fact been a Lance Corporal, but had gotten busted back down to Private First Class, which explained why he was almost my age and still a PFC.

I did my best to console him and encouraged him to look toward the future and not worry about past deeds. I could tell he was experiencing some self esteem issues too, which may or may not have contributed to anger management problems. I could completely empathize with him. So I laid on the encouragements and more than a few compliments.

“Try to focus on where you’re going and how you’ll behave better from this point forward. You’re a good looking, squared away young Marine. I know you’ll be alright.” I said to him.

I told him that I’d had friends at my last duty station who’d done far worse things and had come through it just fine. He seemed to be really taking my advice to heart and hanging on my every word. All the while those eyes of his were driving me crazy, making it difficult to concentrate.

Back in those days I never assumed anything and subtlty was lost on me. Even though somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt he was sending me all sorts of signals that he liked me in same way that I like him, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was true.

Hell, I’ve met other people who have no qualms about staring openly at others in complete silence. But very few of them looked like this guy. And even though Crass was less than two years younger than me, I could see how he would look up to me, you know with a little brother’s kind of admiration. I was rationalizing. Better safe than sorry.

After a while they decided to head back to their barracks which was way the hell on the other side of the base. That meant they’d have to hurry catch the shuttle or walk. Either way it was a long haul, so they left.

My roommate, Sean later told me all the rumors he’d heard about PFC Crass being a trouble maker. Most of which Crass had already divulged to me during our conversation in the room that day.

I told Sean that I thought Crass was probably a good kid who was just going through a rough patch right now. And that I thought he seemed like an alright guy. Sean admitted that he really didn’t know Crass all that well and that I was probably right about him since I seemed to have made better friends with him than most of the guys that they worked with.

I thought it was odd that Sean had made that observation about us becoming fast friends. But it was true. Crass and I had made friends rather quickly and taken an instant liking to each other. And from what I heard, not many people really got along with PFC Crass because of his quick temper.

Sean and I continued to play host to our friends. Almost every Friday night and even sometimes during the week there was a small party of sorts in our room. Usually afterwards everyone would head over to the enlisted man’s club, which was only a few yards down the road.

On one particular Friday after work Sean and I got our usual few cases of beer. I bought some Jack Daniels while he got some tequila. I don’t recall if we’d planned anything special but for some reason that evening we ended up with quite a few more people than usual in our room. It was a real party.

Everyone brought beer. We had the mini-fridge completely full and stacks and stacks of cases in the shower stall of our bathroom. It was way out of control. Sean and I just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulder and continued partying.

We all sat around talking, playing drinking games and just generally having a good old time. The music was blasting and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was getting hammered in the drinking game.

Soon enough some of Sean’s friends showed up at the door. And to my shock and surprise, who should be with them but PFC Crass. I hadn’t seen or thought of him for weeks. Out of sight, out of mind. As soon as my eyes locked onto him my heart started to beat faster.

Until now I’d never seen him in civilian clothes. And man, oh man, what a treat it was! He had on a rather tight fitting black t-shirt and some very tight Levis which fit him really well.

Now I could clearly see that Crass had a classic v-shaped torso which tapered to an incredibly small waist. His arms were buff and you could see his sculpted pecs and abs through the shirt he had on. And his best feature, at least in my mind, his butt, it stuck out beautifully in those tight jeans.

He didn’t see me right away because I sitting between two idiots who were shouting out new rules as they cheated at the drinking game. After looking around at all the faces in the room, his eyes finally locked onto mine and he broke into that great smile of his. I bowed out of the drinking game and almost killed myself trying to getting up from the table.

I was really surprised and really, really glad to see him. I told him so. He looked utterly delicious to me right then. On a side note, it seems that its okay for Marines to touch and fondle when they are drinking, but not too much. Sean and I played grab-ass and wrestled all the time when we drinking. Don’t get the wrong idea about us though, we were just good friends. I never even considered having sex with Sean. That’s a lie, but I digress.

Anyway, I suddenly lost all interest in everyone except PFC Crass. All of my attention was now focused on him and that great body of his. I hadn’t noticed it before but he was like an inch and a half or two shorter than me. Perhaps that also lent to his illusion of youth. But his body was very well proportion and it was definitely the body of a man, albeit a youthful man, but definitely a man.

If you’re wondering why I keep referring to him by his rank and last name, its simple, I just didn’t know his first name. And he couldn’t bring himself to break military protocol by using my first name or even just calling me by my last name like everyone else. I thought it was cute that he addressed me as ‘Corporal Brooks’. I’m certain he told me his first name but I guess I forgot, so I just called him by his last name which was sufficient.

“What brings you guys to this side of the base so late in the day?” I asked Crass while getting him a cold one from the mini-fridge.

“There’s a band playing at the enlisted club tonight.”

“Oh right. Damn I had completely spaced on that. No wonder so many people showed up here for their pre-flight buzz today.”

I chatted him up for a little while longer then showed him how to operate my stereo. Other people kept calling my name for this or that and I’d just nod or completely blow them off.

“Man, you guys have got a shit load of CDs.” He said.

“Yeah, I think between us we must have about three hundred fifty or so.” I told him.

The music was quite loud so I was glad that I had to lean in grab his shoulder to talk to him. He smelled good too. No cologne, just good clean all American male. At one point while I was leaning in close to say something to him I draped my arm around his shoulder. Instinctively he responded by putting his arm around my waist, but then he squeezed my side a little with his hand and that made me flinch and giggle.

Sean must have been watching the whole time because just then he came up to us with a couple of shots in each hand.

“Yeah, that’s his big weakness, he’s ticklish as a little girl.” Sean said laughingly as he handed me a shot.

“Little girl?!” I said laughing, “I wasn’t such a little girl when I kicked your ass the other day.”

He offered the other shot to Crass but he declined so Sean and I toasted each other and drank them down. Somehow Sean managed to drag me into conversation with him and some other people. Then Dave from my office insisted that it was time for he and I to do another shot. I had quite a little buzz going.

Occasionally I’d glance out of the corner of my eye to see Crass still over there looking through the CD collection. He only spoke a few brief words to this person or that person as they passed him.

Eventually I noticed Crass heading toward the bathroom at the back of the room. And like everyone else I suppose I get a lot bolder when I’m buzzed.

I had some crazy ideas running through my head. So as covertly as possible I made my way back to the bathroom under the pretext of getting another case of beer from the shower.

Since we were all guys in there, Crass hadn’t bothered to close the bathroom door. I had come along while he was in mid-stream and he glanced over his should to see me coming into the bathroom.

Private School Degradation

Prologue

Ashleigh and Stevie were Juniors at the exclusive Catholic girl’s prep school where I taught. They were acquainted with one another but didn’t really travel in the same circles. The one thing they shared was that they were both walking wet dreams, beautiful in that 17-year old manner which almost drips sexuality and makes boys and men alike want to sample the ripe wetness between their thighs.
Ashleigh was taller, a dancer and athlete with long, thick dark hear. Her eyes were blue, and her mouth was perfect. She had the more lithe body, somewhat slender but with full tits she oftentimes attempted to hide with tight bras. Her ass drove me crazy as I’d watch her in the halls, for it was beautifully formed, round and just begging to be squeezed and fondled.
Stevie was shorter, having a more voluptuous body. Her blonde hair was honey colored and her dark brown eyes often twinkled as she laughed. She was a cheerleader, and I would attend sporting events oftentimes just to watch her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down under her Cheer sweater. Stevie had muscular legs, and I loved watching the swell of her thighs. I dreamed of licking up and down those thighs, holding them far apart and drinking from between her legs.
Of course, this was all fantasy in my mind. I’d never touched a student inappropriately, although I had enjoyed lots of hugs and received several kisses on the cheek. If my young charges had ever realized the thoughts that went through my mind as I held their young nubile bodies against mine, they would have been shocked and never been alone with me again.
I had only watched the girls over the years, lusting after them, raping them in my mind repeatedly, but never actually doing anything to make those dreams come true. I enjoyed the fantasies of degrading these beautiful hot-assed bitches, but had no intention of going to jail for rape!
And then something happened.an opportunity presented.and I took advantage of it.

Chapter One

Ashleigh was an office aide, and was oftentimes working the copier or helping out with the phones and other tasks. Most evenings, I worked out in the gym or swam laps at the school’s pool. Not being married, I had no need to spend nights at home. One evening, I had just left the gym and was walking across campus when I happened to see a quick glimmer of light from the administration building in one of the offices. It was just a quick flash and then extinguished, but it was enough to arouse my curiosity.
Wondering what was going on, I quietly used my keys to enter the building. I made no sound as I slowly moved toward the office area. As I got closer, I could hear soft movements being made by someone. I slowly peeked around the corner and was stunned to see that by the light of the copier, Ashleigh was making copies of something. I wondered why Ashleigh was being so secretive. It was obvious that she wasn’t’ supposed to be in here alone, and that she was risking getting in serious trouble if caught.
I had enjoyed Ashleigh as a student, although she was a bit melancholy most of the time. But she was a beautiful girl with a dynamite body, so rather than interrupting her, I decided to simply enjoy watching her body as she worked without the knowlege that she was being observed.
As I watched, Ashleigh started a new batch of copying. Walking softly, she went over to the restroom door. When she shut the door, I quickly tip toed over to the running copier and looked at what she was copying. It was the Science Final Test WITH THE ANSWERS! Only the teacher, Mr. Smith, was supposed to have that. I took a copy and went back to my hiding place. Within a minute, Ashleigh came out of the restroom. She completed the copying of the test, and then quietly left the building. I was able to follow her, since she wasn’t looking behind her.
Ashleigh returned to her dorm room, and I continued to my car and drove home. I was divorced and lived by myself. I made myself a quick supper and sat down with a beer to think about the situation and what I should do about it. As it became dark, I was lost in thought, not even turning on a lamp, just setting in the dark as a plan began to form. A plan to get what I wanted.and a lot more.
Ashleigh was cheating. Beyond that, it was apparent that she was also involved in helping other girls cheat, for there were a number of copies of the test/answers. I was suprised because Ashleigh was known for being a leader, a ‘good’ girl who played by the rules and worked hard. Obviously, there were some things about her that others didn’t know.
The following morning I checked the schedule, and noted when the science test was scheduled. During that period I sent a note to Ashleigh in class instructing her to report to my office as soon as she completed her science test. It was my planning period, so I was sipping a cup of coffee in my office, trying to relax and appear as cool as possible. I almost spilled my coffee as I jerked when a knock on my door brought me out of my daydreams.
“Come in, Ashleigh” I said loudly.
Ashleigh opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind me. She didn’t appear to be in a panic, but she quietly said “Hi Mr. Gee. Uh, you wanted to see me?” She was dressed in the standard outfit, white blouse, dark plaid skirt, and knee high socks. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and she looked innocently beautiful.
Not smiling, I looked at her and gravely said “Yes Ashleigh. Please sit down, there is a problem we need to resolve.”
I was rewarded by the worried look on her face. She sat in the chair before my desk. Damn, she was good looking. Quickly the thought of what she would look like out of her school uniform made my prick begin hardening. Trying to set aside that image for the time being, I began speaking.
“Ashleigh, one of the values that we teach here is honesty. You are aware of the penalties for cheating on schoolwork, and I called you here today because I believe that you have compromised yourself. Is there anything you want to tell me before I continue?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows but knowing she would try to bluff for the time being. I was right.
“No, Mr. Gee! Cheating is a terrible thing, and I would never think about cheating. And besides, uh.Mr. Gee.its kind of hard to cheat in Choir!” She said in a very convincing tone of voice. It was apparent that she would never think of cheating. Except of course, I knew the little bitch was a big hypocrite. It made it much easier to do what I was going to do to her.
Smiling vaguely, I said “I see. Tell me Ashleigh, where were you at 8:37PM last night?”
Ashleigh’s face immediately went white. Stuttering, she softly said “I-I d-don’t know w-what you m-mean!”
Opening my desk drawer, I pulled out the copy of the test and answers that I had taken last night. I put it at the front of my desk in front of Ashleigh where she could easily see what it was.
“Last night after swimming laps, I was on my way to my car, when I saw a light on. I investigated, and you can guess what I saw, can’t you Ashleigh. Anyway, I’m hoping that you can help me figure out what to do now. Do you have any suggestions?” My voice was low and deliberately severe.
As I looked into Ashleigh’s eyes without smiling, I saw huge tears appear in her white face. She realized that she had been caught, and she was plainly terrified.
Nodding my head, I said “Yes, I see that you now understand my dilemma. The right thing to do is to take this to Mr. Leason and inform him what I witnessed last night. Of course, he will notice that you had done so well on the test, and will then understand why. You know that cheating on a test requires suspension. Since this is a major test, I would imagine that the administration will call for an expulsion from school. Your father will of course need to be informed.
Ashleigh gasped, coming out of her trance like state, clearly in a panic. She moved to the front of the chair, leaning forward and imploring me with tears running down her cheeks.
“No, Mr. Gee.PLEASE don’t do that. Oh please. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please don’ tell Mr. Leason. My Father will KILL me. Oh please, PLEASE don’t tell anyone.”
I was enjoying hearing her cries, her begging. I noticed the swell of her breasts against her blouse. I couldn’t wait to get her out of that blouse. But there was work to be done first.
“Ashleigh, I don’t want to see you expelled from school, nor to get in trouble. If you were to agree to.well, to certain conditions; I might be persuaded to keep this between us. Of course, you will need to be punished, but perhaps I can see to your punishment without bringing the administration into it.”
I paused, assessing her response.
A bit of color had returned to her face. Her eyes were huge, and though they still glistened with tears, I could tell that she had begun to think again. I could see that she was running through the options of what I meant by ‘punishment’. Nervously, she wet her lips, an unconscious gesture that made my prick lurch!
“W-what kind of p-punishment do you mean?” she asked.
Solemnly, I said “Whatever I decide, Ashleigh. In short, you will agree to do anything and everything that I command of you. The option is to go to Mr. Leason right now. Its your decision, but you have 30 seconds to decide. Aft