I FUCKED THAT

I FUCKED THAT
By: Big M

" I Fucked That "

I was totaly embarassed & humiliated .He had seemed like such a decent guy warm & friendly easy to talk to .Not the egotistical jerk he turned out to be..Lester is black. he played in the local softball beer league.Every Thursday night like clock work after the game him & his cronies would show up & drink them selves silly getting loud reliving the game .Mostly family guys out one night without the wife / girlfriend / kids relaxing having fun.The first time I talked to him I was sitting at a back table on break from my waitressing duties depressed as usual those days.

I will introduce myself now I am JoAnn a natural flame'n redhead of Irish decent bout 5ft 4" 150 lbs My tits are firm 32B's At 34 & divorced I am not exactly the Barbie doll type but I still consider myself pretty .. Anyway a photographer by trade The famiy business .I worked & after my parents untimely death [auto accdent ] ran a sucessfull still growing photography studio .Then at 27 I met & married Rick for 4 or 5 years it was bliss he managed the every day operations so I could concetrate on what i loved taking the best possible photographs. a slick talker he was great at customer relations & getting me do most anything. like mortageing the folks house to pay for a swimming pool. which I eventually lost after he maxed out the credit cards & kleened out all 3 accounts .He left 1 day with pretense of going on a business seminar It was 2 weeks when checks stated bouncing & creditors were calling I finally realized that he was'nt coming back with all of what he did He better not. I had no choice but to filed bankruptcy. I closed the studio. { the building was leased } lost the house sold off most of my equipment to pay off what was still owed I did manage to keep the car , some furnature & a few personal item .Oh yea i divorced the Bastard uncontested of course. they never did find him probably in the Bahamma's with my money

I now live in a old apartment a few blocks from this bar where i work part time to help with expence's. I still take pictures mainly freelance you know kinda like a layer chaseing a ambulance .listen to the scanner I got from a pawn shop then hurry over take as many shots as possible before the cops shoo you off .Then after editing / devoloping you peddle them to newspapers / magazines ,t v anyone willing to pay. Sometimes you hit more often you miss.

He walked over " Hello he stuck out his hand & smiled an intoicateing type smile " I 'm Lester" I quickly tried to get rid of him " I'm on my break go away " I said bitterly refusing to shake his hand but he sat down any way He was't a really a big man couple inches taller a few pounds heavier definately more athletic than me still the mood I was in I wondered if I could knock him out Then he smiled that beautiful smile & my anger just vanished ." Why so mean pretty lady whats your name ? " I told him Jo" then my break was over & I was called back to work . We did'nt talk any more that night but the ice had been broken I worked the next 2 thursdays We small talked whenever we could. I liked him even though I did'nt know a lot about him I wondered if he was the one to restore my faith in the male gender.

I got one of the other girls to switch days with me .So I would be free & available to hang out Thursday night .Which we did.Even though I disappointed to learn "he was married " That smile could melt glacier's I could'nt be upset.He was so easy to talk to.as I remembered those painful times I ended bareing my soul to telling " how my Ex screwed me over, how I lost everthing." It was nice to vent He was a very good listener hugging & comforting me.I was getting excited" I better go I told before something happens we will both regret" . "No regrets he replied as he hugged me & tried to cop a feel. tremors run thru my pussy.."I had wonderful time".He kissed me. Thats all that happened that night Oh he wanted more squeezing my tits ,copping feel's of my ass & very wet twat as he walked me to the car.He sure did'nt act like a happily married man. I was sorely tempted it had been a long time since I had a real cock but I was determined not to get involved with a married man.

I went home very horny I called my friend Liz. Who drove 40 miles from a near by town. To be with me that night.. Shes 28 & very petite she is a real beauty lite coco brown skin barely 5 ft tall 34 C maybe 110 lbs a real heart breaker now I have been BI since college . but Liz was 100% pure dyke who wanted a full time relationship I was not able to commit to that at lest not yet. However I did enjoy playing with the hot little bitch.I was laying om my bed stark naked spread eagle.When Liz arrived She walked directly to the foot of the bed which gave her a birds eye view of my sopping wet bald cunt.

" My my are'nt we the excited one " she teased " to whom do I owe thanks " she asked as she stripped & began eating me out." Oohh Less terrr " I groaned " oh I wanted to FUCK him soo baaad. Thrusting my hips wildly like a bucking bronco trying to throw his rider .Some how her lips stayed attached to my cunt as I climaxed loudly . " Oh thank you dear I needed that so badly .She replied " thats ok babe I am sure you will have the opportunity to repay me in a little while..Crawling up the bed she laid next to me as we cuddled she asked " so whats the attraction with you & this guy " not really sure " I answered "his personality , his smile ,it turns me on so much , he seems so genuine." Pushing away standing up .Laughing at me she retorted " thats just lust honey he's all smoke & mirrors just another asshole trying to get in to your panties.

Of course that only made me want him even more.She's just jelous.I should have realized then just how right she was. & How wrong I was but alas live & learn .Looking over at Liz I seen her reach in her bag .She pulled out a monster dido that thing must have been at lest 10 inches long as she started strapping it on..My cunt was watering again "On your hands & knees bitch.He's not the only one who wants a piece of that juicy hole." Lining up with my slot she rammed the entire lenth inside me at once.I immediately lost control spasming ,climaxing over & over again so many times I lost count.Then darkness complete & total bliss.When I came to Liz was hovering her cunt over my mouth " my turn eat me slut " I devoured her pulling her further on my face I ate ravenously she came seveal times till she was as sexually sated as I .Then we slept.

Friday I was'nt schedule but I went to the bar any how hopeing he would show.My resolve had witherd away married or not I wanted to fuck him in the worse way.He must have felt the same way because I turned around suddenly he was there .He smiled at me & I felt my pussy grow moist.I knew we were going to fuck.but I still did not want to be a one night stand. He reassured me " he felt the same way" .That he & his wife were having trouble and he was planning on leaving her anyway.

I don't know if I really belived him or if I was just so damn horny that I wanted to belive him .Anyway it was off to my place.There was no pretense we both knew what we wanted .As soon as we walked in the door I dropped to my knees .& unbuckled his pants .That was my first disapointment of the night now I know what we have all been told how large black men are well I am here to tell you in Lesters case thats just not true oh it was an very nice average 7 incher.but certainly nothing like that pussy stretcher Liz straps on .Trying to continue to show enthusiasm I started licking ,sucking ,teaseing,his cock & balls Taking it completely in my mouth.Suckleing fucking my face detirmed to give him the best suck job ever.I egarly drank every drop.Then he fucked me it was nice nothing earth shattering but very good. I came a couple o times before he pulled out & jacked off all over my titties "I really need to go I will see you in a couple days " With a peck on the cheek & a smile he was gone .

I laid there a long time just thinking. feeling mad & used. I was still so infauated with him I belived him & was willing to over look the lack of bedroom fireworks deep down I figured he was the one to restore my faith in men. It was the following Thursday after the game not hearing from him all week doubts were setting in doubts I soon lerned were not unfounded .I had managed to take my break bout the time I knew they all would be coming thru he door.When he saw me he smiled & came over my blood ran cold as he tried to explain there was no need really I knew exactlly what he was going to say " me and the wife are going to try and make a go of it after all." It would'nt have worked out for us" . " I care for you." I still wanna be friends." " bla bla bla."

Not saying a word I stared at him till he turned & joined his friends. I felt angry used ,hurt ,foolish, mad at myself.Being busy helped I hurried about bussing / kleaning tables taking orders Suddenly I felt eyes on me people were gawking I turned in time to see Lester pointing at me I could read his lips it was if I was standing right in front of him the words were clear. " I FUCKED THAT !! " My face turned 3 different hades of red. My knees were weak some how I managed to stumble to rhe back room.Where I could only image the stories he was telling all his pals .How I gobbled his cock down my throat,drinking his load. How I kept my twat shaved , How wet I was for hard dick. I would never be able to show my face here again.Luckly I did'nt have to lest not tonight.My shift was almost over. Avoiding everyone I stayed in back till it was time to close.

I was home all weekend feeling embaressed & foolish still avoiding everyone. I tried to call Liz. She was working a double shift at the hospital & was'nt available.Monday I got my first good news in months. The newspaper from the city called. It seems they were impressed with some phtographs I sent. I was offered a photographer's postion the salery was good so i accepted I figured I could stay with Liz.She had been after me to move in with her anyway.Thinking clearly the 1st time in days there was just one thing I wanted to do first REVENGE on Lester.I formed a plan. It was surprisely easy.

Thursday my last night at the bar.I brushed up aginst him winked , teased at ever opportunity. Even though I was extremely embarassed throwing myself at him the way I was I stayed focused.As I flirted he got drunker & drunker seemly oblivious to my scheme.He jumped at my invitation to go back to my apartment.[ I did'nt have to be out till Sunday ] " Can't get enough my Black Magic slurred Lester as I helped him thru the door of my almost bare apartment into the bedroom.

I deposited him on the bed before going to fix him a special drink.Which by the way I did'nt need. he had already passed out.I quickly stripped & secured him to the bed on his back, with legs tied over his head.Then went to work setting up my camera & tripod with remote activation switch.I was finished & enjoying a drink of my own.When Lester came to demanding to be let go " calm down I am only going to do to you what you done to me" "WHAT" ? " Why I am going to Fuck You of course " giggling I strapped on the Monster Liz left behind. Then I gagged Lester. He was making quite ruckus but in this nighborhood he need'nt have bothered.

Making sure Les & my tool were well lubed I started entry." A little larger than your Magic huh " I teased. Lester was sweating by the time I was halfway in. I started fucking him slowly at first then faster.I was delighed to see Magic responing to my efforts.I continued to tease " kinda like it huh" I'll give him some attention & take off the gag if you promise to keep still.He nodded his acceptence still fucking him. I removed the gag.Stroking his ever harding dick right over his face.He suddenly relizwd my plan. No no shaking his head he was still unable to avoid.I managed to catch it all on film pushing the remote at the pricise moment The 1st spurt laned on his forehead the 2nd his cheek the 3rd in his open pleading mouth. He spited it out. I laughed

I then removed cleaned up put my equipment in the trunk of my old car.I untied 1 arm & leg before heading to Liz's place.I was hotter than hell barely able to concetrate on the road.Burning with desire by the time I reached my new home & lover.Leading her to the bedroom.I pushed her dowm mounting her I lowered my dripping hole over her face I had 2 earthquakeing orgasm's before I calmed down to recount my story to Liz Which so aroused her i had to go to the car to get Monster sliding into her beautiful puss I came again when she did. I knew then. I was home.

Thursday I aranged for all my friends to meet us at the bar for a going away party.I just prayed Les would show up.I had several photograph's blow up & displayed thru out the bar on the walls in the bathrooms even the front door.I was in the middle of my story.When Lester beset with panic burst thru the door.I looked at him smiled & pointed laughly I said " I FUCKED THAT " THE END . .

Brown Mistress 7

Brown Mistress 7 [part 7 of 14]
By: Will Buster

Brown Mistress Chapter 7 by Will Buster

Anna sat at the unfamiliar table. She was in the formal dining room just off Jacob's kitchen. Some stupid colored wench named Lucy was serving her coffee.

"We is so happy that you're here Senora. Fanta and me will do all the house chores cause we's now the house niggers. Liza does most of the cookin' and Jonah drives the coach and sometimes tends the door for parties and such."

Anna's cheek felt like it was double its normal size and it hurt every time she bit any kind of food, but at least nothing seemed to be broken. She'd woken up earlier to an empty bed. It was strange. Since that incredible night in the garden, he hadn't taken her. He?d told her he wanted to wait until they'd gotten to his home. But that creep of a father had assaulted her in spite of her attempt to be civil with the man. All she'd gotten was a bruised jaw and a night without her new husband. Where was that old creep anyway?

"Lucy, where be Senor Cyrus?"

Lucy frowned ever so slightly. "Why Massa Cyrus is dead. They be burying him this mornin'. Dat's why Massa Jacob been so busy. He be makin' sure everything be done right and proper."

That stunned her. Anna thought to herself, "Dead? How could that old creature be dead? He'd knocked her out with one punch so he must have had a lot of strength. But this little darky just told her Cyrus was dead. It must be true, but how?"

The little black girl was placing some cold beef and bread in front of her. Anna asked, "How did it happen?"

Lucy felt gratified that the new mistress of the house was so friendly. "Massa Jacob say the old Massa Cyrus, why he done had a stroke and died real quick like."

Anna munched on the toast deep in thought. Something wasn't quite right about all this but, what? Cyrus apparently drops dead shortly after punching her candles out? It was too convenient, too much of a coincidence although it did strangely add to her inner feeling of well being. At least she wouldn't have to worry about getting hit or screamed at again. But had Jacob helped his father reach the precious gates of the New Jerusalem before his time?

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"Massa Quintal! Massa Quintal! We needs your help!"

Quintal heard someone calling his name. It was rude to be interrupted like this. Why couldn't they stop? He was in the middle of licking a very creamy pussy hole and the sex screams of the slut he was enjoying were sending his dreaming thoughts to bliss. Oh hell! Hell! He was back in his dirty cabin again. His head was swimming. Christ, why couldn't the place stop moving and who the fuck was banging on the door?

Jeremiah saw the door open and Quintal stuck his ugly head out. "This betta be real fucking important nigga!"

Massa Quintal, you gotta come quick! We found a white boy murdered down by the river! We need your help Massa. We don't know who it is! We don't knows what to do cause we dumb niggas just like you say!"

Quintal was still trying to clear out the cobwebs and why did this stupid nigger have to talk so fucking loud and so fucking fast. Something about a white boy dead near the river? What kind of horse shit was this? Pain lanced through his brain as the noise of that jaw flapping darky kept sending agonizing little shocks between his ears. He slid his aromatic fingers across his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, attempting to gently massage the pain away.

"A dead white boy? What the fuck you talkin' about nigga!?"

He grabbed Jeremiah by the flimsy collar of the servant's shirt. "Now what the fuck is this all about fuck head?"

It took them ten minutes to get down to the river. This was the area of the plantation that was comprised mostly of thick woods. Undergrowth grew in profusion here and it provided firewood for cooking year round. True to his word, Jeremiah brought him to a small clearing hidden among the thickets and trees that hid even the river from view. Just as Quintal emerged from the woods to enter the open space he was jumped by four large black men.

Quintal was a big, strong man. He'd grown up in the back streets of Charleston in the poor quarter and new a lot of dirty tricks when it came to street fighting. Unfortunately for Quintal, his previous night's debauchery left him far from his normal robust self. When Jeremiah joined the others the embattled overseer was quickly subdued. His hands were tied securely behind his back.

"Bring him over here Jeremiah." Jacob's voice was cool and collected. It was if he'd asked the darky to bring in a plate of ham or glass of wine. For that reason, the command sounded more ominous than it otherwise might have.

Quintal was half dragged, half prodded to where the new Master stood. "Get on your feet pig!"

Quintal looked into those passive cool, gray blue eyes and he shuddered involuntarily. Slowly he struggled up, his overweight body making it difficult.

"I do believe pig, it's time you paid the piper.. Jeremiah secure him to the tree over there!" Jacob pointed to the tree that had been prepared. Ropes hung from two very sturdy branches. Quintal hollered, "You can't do this! Tell these niggers to let me go!" Quintal was inexorably forced to the grim looking tree. To his horror the overseer saw a long, rectangular hole about fifteen feet to the right. It had fresh piles of dirt around it.

The four blacks didn't have any trouble getting Quintal's arms tied to the new ropes and soon he was standing there his arms extended away from his body at about a forty five degree angle. Then he felt his shirt ripped from his back. Quintal growled, "When Massa Cyrus finds out what you niggas doin' he'll kill you all!"

Jacob moved to stand in front of Quintal who had to stand on his toes to keep contact with the ground. The new master couldn't repress a smirk. "Actually pig, I don't think Cyrus will find out and if by some miracle he does, I don't think he'll say a word against it. If I were you, I'd be more concerned as to what is going to happen to you. Jeremiah the gag!"

The big black man got a strip of burlap out of his pocket and handed it to Toby. "Here you shove it in Massa Quintal's mouth."

Quintal was beginning to become afraid. "Please Mister Hawker; you can't let these coons do this!"

Those were the last coherent words that Quintal was permitted to speak. As the gag was roughly thrust into Quintal's mouth, Jacob looked into those panicky eyes and actually laughed.

"Does light begin to dawn pig? Did you really think you could subject me to the lash and get away with it? Not bloody fucking likely pig!" Jacob glanced over at his new overseer. "Jeremiah do you have the whip?"

"Yes Massa, Jonah got it right here."

"Well pig, you were instrumental in giving me a dozen lashes and these fine boys here have received a lot more. Show the pig your backs boys!"

Quintal cringed as he saw five black backs, scarred with the lash in the tell tale criss-cross fashion that Quintal had been so fond of using in the past. Jacob looked into the faces of his servants. Today boys you are going to get some justice. I'm not my pa. The only time I'll whip a nigger is if he deserves it and I won't whip a nigger for what he says. I might give him more work if he back talks to me but I'll only use the lash for major offenses. This pig here is a major offense. So each one of you gets to whip the pig ten lashes and if he's still alive, you get to do it all over again. So enjoy yourselves boys. I'll just sit over hear and watch the pig whine."

The five black men gave Jacob appreciative smiles. Toby snickered, "Thank you kindly Massa. I been wanting' to take care of old Massa Quintal for a long, long time." There was a murmur of agreement and Jeremiah picked up the whip, gently stroking it like a soft woman's skin. "Yeah Massa dis be well oiled and ready for some proper flayin'."

The Negroes took there time with the execution. They savored every stroke that they slashed Quintal's back with. As one darky would crack the raw hide on Quintal's exposed back, the others would taunt and insult him. Unfortunately for the overseer, he had a very strong constitution. It took over two hours for Quintal to die.

They buried him along with an empty whiskey jar. As the whipping had gone on, the strong drink was passed around in their gruesome festival. A half an hour after that, it was as if Quintal had never existed. His few belongings were either burned or distributed to the servants. His quarters were taken over by Jeremiah who was now the new overseer and every black on that plantation thought that Jacob was their personal savior. He'd gotten Quintal to leave and that evil slug Cyrus was safely in his grave and all in just one day. They knew he'd still want them to work. That was expected. But with Jeremiah running the place, they knew whippings would be rare. It was if over night, despair was replaced with hope. Massa Jacob would take them to the Promised Land and if it wasn't quite freedom, it was sure a hell of a lot better than what they'd endured under Cyrus.

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It was well after supper when Jacob finally was alone with his wife in his father's former bed room. He'd yearned for this moment when he would make donia Anna Maria Lopez de Alverez absolutely his. They'd both anticipated this union. It was the moment of truth, the beginning of their new world. It was all to be seen in their interlocked eyes as they swiftly shed clothing. Anna was no longer angry with her handsome, virile spouse. She stood before him, gloriously naked in the faint candle light.

"Now my Spanish kitten, I will taste all of you. I must learn every inch of my precious Anna. I had to take you the first moment I saw you when you entered the ball room like you owned it. I said to myself, she is the one. It was as if I'd spent my life, waiting for that moment when you walked into my life. If I am an animal, you made me an animal. When you were in my arms I could not restrain myself. I had to take you on the spot!" Her arms slipped around his neck and between salacious kisses she murmured, "Oh Jacob! Jacob! Please take me now like you did in the garden! Don't hold anything back from me! You are my love, my Cavalliero and my wild animal!" Her laugh was genuine and inviting.

He pushed her back onto the large, soft bed. She spread open for him, her slender legs arching in alluring invitation. He pulled her foot to his mouth and sent shivers down her spine when he greedily sucked those dainty toes. He moved from arch to calf to thigh, kissing, licking and tasting as if trying to learn everything about his wife through his mouth. He drove her crazy by avoiding her groin and shifting his attention to her belly and tits. All this time she moaned and sighed, encouraging him to do more.

Anna's face was inflamed with shame and lust. She grabbed the sides of his head, forcing him to suck her breasts harder. Her pussy was oozing beyond her control. Anna gasped, "Take me Jacob! Please! You're driving me loco!"

He finally reached her slick honey pot. She spasmed when his soft tongue slurped on her exposed swollen clit. Her body jerked up and her legs clenched on his head, willing him to stay and do much more to her quivering cunt. Her breathing became quicker. Whimpers kept escaping her lovely throat as her passions built once more.

Anna had carefully prepared for this coupling. Her expensive perfume combined with her musky female aroma was driving him wild. She tasted so clean and fresh as he drove his tongue between her labia and greedily sucked pussy juices off her inner cunt walls. He used his arms to push her legs back and then cupped her tits as he kept eating and eating and eating that prime, Spanish fuck hole. He flicked little circles on her perineum and slipped his velvety tongue even into her anal pucker. That sent her blood racing! It was so disgusting, so dirty, so utterly divine. He was licking and tasting her shit hole and he liked it. Anna couldn't stand it any more. She had to have his cock inside her now.

"Oh Jacob! Fuck me! Put it to me and fucking fill me!"

Her hot Spanish blood was now molten. The second he pushed the head of his cock into her hot lust tunnel, she grabbed his ass cheeks and forced him inside her with one savage lunge.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Oh God! God! Oh Jacob! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it hard!" I want it hard! Harder! You fucking hombre! Si! Si! Jesu! You beast! Fuck! Yes!"

Years of repressed frustration finally exploded inside Anna. Ever since she'd been 13 her cunt had ached for a thrusting cock worthy of her exquisite lust. She cried out and dug her sharp nails into his rippling back. She kept writhing on him, aching for more orgasm. He'd tasted her and sucked her and now he was slamming his meat into her because she wanted to fuck more than any thing else in the world. He'd brought her to his home and she would bare his children. She would fuck his cock every night when it was dark and so quiet. She would drain him dry until seed filled her cunt and belly.

Jacob kept her fires blazing. He sucked her toes again and slurped on her tits. His mouth sent tongue and spit into hers, muffling her loud sex cries as she shuddered from one exquisite climax to another. She thought her body would burst apart and still his cock rammed her hole with energetic force. She knew now that he was expert in pleasuring women. Had he learned all these naughty tricks from the filthy bodies of nigger bitches? Even that probability made her blood burn hotter as she lunged to meet his prolonged fuck meat.

When the fucking got really wild and intense she started swearing in Spanish and her writhing and clutching vagina became pure female animal.

Jacob finally reached his searing peak. "God! Anna! You fucking Spanish bitch! Fuck!"

With his own howl of triumph Jacob blasted spurts of seed for a glorious minute into his shrieking new wife. To his amazement she didn't slow down. Her squirms, swivels and sensuous shudders kept him hard.

"Again you fucking beast! Fuck me! Ravish me! Force me to fuck your cock all night! Make me your woman! Oh Jacob! Jacob! Fuck me! Just keep fucking me! I want your seed! So give me all your seed!"

One of his arms was under her neck and the other below her slim waste now. Anna's silky legs were around his back, clutching him harder and harder, willing him to bang her silly. Their mutual moans and gasps were muted by their long, drawn out kisses. They blended together, lip, crotch and soul. They were one. They were joined. They were united in love and lust.

Jacob finally came up for air and he was yelling, encouraging Anna to give him her heart and soul.

"Anna love me! You hot slut! Fuck me! Jerk on it! Fuck it! I want your cunt Anna! I'm gonna eat it and suck it and fuck it for fucking years! I love you! Oh Anna! Anna! Anna!"

"Yes husband, yes! Give me a baby now! Right fucking now! Mate me! Get me! Fuck a baby into me now! Oh Jacob! Jacob! It's so beautiful! I adore you! I love you! You're such an animal! Fucking fill me! Yyyyeeeessss! Yes! Oh Jesu! Jesu! Fuck!"

They came together in a ball searing, cunt wrenching climax. He sent several squirts of seed surging into that wiggling, vibrating love hole that he'd been ravishing with all his might and soul. He couldn't believe he'd released again into her so quickly but she was young and hot blooded. He couldn't help calling her obscene names as he gloried on that sizzling pinnacle of utter rapture.

"You fucking hot bitch! God! Fuck!"

Her own contractions and shudders propelled her own musky lust to burst out of her g spot and at the instant of this double revelation, there groins were drenched thick with their mutual essence. He kept plowing into her squishing maw until at last they both came back to sanity.

Anna's voice trembled with tears of joy. "I never knew that love could be like this. I hunger for you. I crave you inside me. You must take me again." Her teeth nipped his ear lob as she whispered her desire so only he could hear. "You are such an animal my randy Senor. I love it. Take me again and prove to me you are a man!"

Her legs were still locked on his back and her finger nails dug into him, preventing him from escaping her fierce embrace. Her slushy cunt kept maneuvering on him, squirming in delightful little ripples as she willed him back to hardness. This was her marriage night and Anna was determined to fuck Jacob's cock until dawn. She was as greedy for orgasm as king Midas for his gold. She stank from sex and sweat wet skin. Her hair was tangled from his hands when he'd desperately held her head, forcing her to accept his torrid kisses.

Ever so slowly, his dick recovered and the sensual dance began again. Her kisses were electrifying, demanding response from his tongue and his cock. She gripped him with vaginal muscles she didn't know she'd possessed. She longed for more of his seed. Anna loved how it felt when Jacob pumped her full of that creamy, warm flood.

As her exciting friction increased, perking up his pace she begged him for what she most wanted. Her passion was fierce as if hate was mixed with her lust.

She spat into his mouth and screamed, "Get me with child! I want seed! Give me your baby. Faster you fucking hombre!"

His thrusts became vicious and she put even more heat on. "Don't worry love. When I become confined you can fuck your nigger wenches until I recover. I will deny you nothing. Oh Jacob! Jacob! Fill me! Shoot more seed into my wicked cunt! Yes! Si! Deeper! Make it hurt! Yes! Like that! Oh Jesu! Oooooooo! Oooooooo!"

Anna knew the reality of slave ownership. Spaniards were just as much in the slave trade as the British and Portuguese. Her own mother had told her about how her father had regularly studded black wenches to increase the family fortune, such as it was. Besides when she promised him use of darky flesh his kiss became more aggressive and his fucking much quicker. She wasn't jealous of mere slaves because they were no threat. He would just relieve his needs occasionally inside a few of them and then he'd return to her, improved by the extra practice. Her mother told her that Alejandro was much more fun in bed, once he'd sampled some hot nigger pussy. Anna might be a good daughter of the church but she was also a realist. The best way to keep her husband happy and content was to let him stray a bit with sluts that didn't matter. Jacob Hawker was young and lusty and she knew he needed carnal pleasure as much as breathing. He was relatively rich and he definitely knew how to fuck her cunt from one blazing rapture to another. She had pride but she also had a cunt that had to be satisfied and the best way to do that was to make sure that Jacob was never frustrated. She knew he had a hair trigger temper like hers and if she had to acquiesce with the occasionally nigger tryst, why than so be it.

She cried out again. Her body kept convulsing in a constant state of build and burst, build and burst until the stars in the heavens were in her eyes and her smile shown with the supreme radiance of woman triumphant in perfect ecstasy!

She didn't know what time it was but she'd been aching for this for days. Anna was a tigress clutching her pray and devouring it to the last bone and sinew! She sucked his tongue into her mouth and greedily drank his spit. Her groin ground tight on him, desperate to milk more and more creamy seed from him. This time Jacob lasted a long time. He pounded her, reveling in the sounds of her sex screams and filthy language. She might be a lady of quality but alone with him, between the comfort of damp sheets she swore like some dock side tramp, committing the most shameless acts of sin to satisfy her playing trick. Again and again Anna's body convulsed and squirmed on his flesh, climaxing as regularly as breathing it seemed.

Jacob breathed hard now. The candles had burned out and they were in total darkness as their bodies continued to dally in the glorious incinerations of unrestrained lust. He moved from top to bottom and back on top again. Jacob eventually had to lie behind her on their sides so he could rest his arms. He gripped her tits for purchase and slammed his slimy meat into her from behind until she coaxed him to let her sit on his cock with her back to him. To Jacob it felt like a different cunt hole was servicing him in this new, exciting position and this time he couldn't hold back. He grabbed those full tits from behind and growled like a wounded animal as his sap shot deep into her rotating, romping fuck hole! Squirt after squirt flooded her pussy and cervix until at last Jacob lay back, spent, drained, soft and exhausted.

"My God Anna! I think you are more of an animal that I am. God in heaven. I've never had such love as this. I can't get my heart to stop pounding."

Anna snuggled against him, gently kissing his cheek or nibbling on his ear lobe.

"When you took me in the garden my love I was afraid you would never come for me again. But when you asked me to marry you and you had the balls to ask it in front of my brother, I knew you were the one. I love you Jacob, you with those eyes that se into my very soul. Even after all this love we've shared tonight, I want more. I am greedy for you Jacob. My insides burn and it's a fire you can't extinguish. You are more dear to me than my very soul. I know it is sin to say as much but it is the truth."

Her fingers found his limp dish rag and she began to stroke it very gently.

He whispered, "You are insatiable!" But he wasn't complaining.

Home Entertainment

Home Entertainment
By: Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

Some guys are simply born squat and butt ugly. No point lamenting the fact either. It's God's little joke and no Saville-Row tailor, academic prowess or designer high-heeled shoes, can address so unfortunate a shortcoming.

Patrick Carter was the epitome of unattractive youth. Wasn't much better when he hit thirty! The nearest he had gotten to seeing a girl naked was Playboy's Miss October 2006 centerfold. Why her? Simply because she hung on the back of his bedroom door - a nightly reminder of what he was missing in his life.

Contributing to his lack of popularity - with pretty much either sex - was an unusually pronounced birthmark that stretched from just below his left temple to his jaw-line. At first glance one might have taken it to be a facial burn of some sort. There had been the offers of plastic surgery but a combination of insufficient finance and doubts as to its ultimate effectiveness dissuaded him from this option. Add to this, an overweight body, peaking at five-eight, premature baldness (a genetic family trait), poor motor-sensory co-ordination and below-average communicative skills....and you have a template for social isolation. Patrick had never dated let's say!

Fate however dealt Patrick a way better hand just three days short of his thirty-second birthday when he pulled down second prize in Powerball...a creditable three-eighty thousand dollars. Didn't make him any taller or better looking but the Mercedes Avantgarde Coupe sitting in the company parking lot did not pass un-noticed.

"That's YOUR Patrick??" cooed petite Michelle Huxtable, the bimboesque air-head in charge of copying and fax-outs. It was an office tradition amongst the male contingent trying to decide which was the greater numerically - her upper torso or IQ.

"Sure" he replied, "Come to dinner with me Friday night and I'll give you a ride in it." Chuckling at his double entendre it was even funnier that she didn't notice.

By whatever yard-stick one were to use, Michelle was a ditzy teenager. But hey, who needs intellectual extravagance when you're thirty-two years old and in desperate need to catch up on a decade's lost fumblings.

Throughout the main course at "Cardinals on Eighth," Patrick was mesmerized by his young companion's heaving cleavage, aided and abetted one must admit, by Michelle's underwired support team that transformed the girl's, in actuality modest curves into a pair of dynamically rounded orbs that even had the waiter fluffing his ?special of the day' lines. Admittedly he was ideally positioned to take full advantage of the Grand Canyonesque view on offer.

At the point she said "OK" when Patrick asked later if she might like to accompany him home "for a nightcap," he was temporarily shocked insensible, having drawn a rain-check the few times previously he had asked any girl the same question after a group night out.

Patrick's apartment reflected its owner's mind-set....desperate for some female touch and just this side of chaotic.

"Whoa!" Michelle tried unsuccessfully to repress, as she entered the small lounge-room. Patrick scurried ahead of her, clearing newspapers, business folders and two recent editions of "Penthouse" from the sofa. He wasn't quick enough with the latter.

"You like girlie mags then Patrick?" she giggled. He mumbled some incomprehensible reply, avoiding all eye-contact with her.

"S'pose you visit porn-sites too?" she asked, glancing at his computer on the desk by the far wall. He looked up at her with an expression midway along the behavioral chart - somewhere between guilty and cornered.

"It's OK," she added, sensing his discomfort, "I look at them too - most girls do you know!"

"That so?" he muttered. "So would you look at a few with me after I get the coffee Michelle?"

"Sure," she replied, hardly missing a beat. ?The guy is obviously loaded' she figured, ?what difference I hafta look at a porn-site or two?' She sat down on the sofa neatly, ensuring nevertheless that just the slightest hint of her lilac colored panties were visible.

Quite obviously she got the angle right as Patrick almost up-ended the tray, tripping against the corner of the coffee table as he tried his best to ignore the girl's up-skirt attractions. He sat in the chair opposite, pushing the coffee cup across the glass surface towards her.

"Thanks," she whispered, heralding a momentary period of disquiet when neither quite knew how to introduce some neutral conversational topic.

"So Michelle, how do you like working at Bowman, Link and Grantham?" he asked finally.

"It's OK," she answered. "Gets a bit boring in the copy room after a few hours, but it's better than not having a job I guess."

Further inanities flowed either way for a while, in dispersed with the occasional gulp of coffee. When nothing more progressive appeared to be happening, the girl placed her mug back on the table and semi giggled, "You still want to look at the computer Patrick?"

"Oh, s-sure," he replied, fully grateful for her intercession right that moment.

Seating herself alongside her host, she waited patiently for the thing to boot up. He seemed embarrassed to proceed. "You sure you're OK with this?" he asked nervously.

"Who doesn't look at porn these days?' she grinned. I've even caught my fifteen-year old sister reading sex stories on-line."

"Really?" he said, wishing he could have been visiting the family at the time. "She's a naughty little schoolgirl huh?"

"Yep, daddy's really had his hands full with us," she answered, before blushing at her unintentional blooper.

"I see," he laughed, "Like THAT is it?" She dug him in the ribs.

"Well here goes nothing," he announced, clicking on a website midway down his ?favorites' list. Running hi-speed cable as he was, the site opened up almost instantly.

"Kewt Kitties" was aptly named. From what Michelle could see at first glance, the majority of girls on display must have been signed-up the day after they turned eighteen. Some she figured, had to be using fake ID, they looked so young. The site appeared to offer multiple free galleries of the teens behaving for the most part - very badly.

?Misty' for example, a small brunette posed indecently on her bed, seemed more than willing in the first frame, to share her up-skirt treasures with the viewer. Not just a glimpse either, the majority of her lacey white panties were displayed with provocative intent, courtesy of those generously parted legs and absurdly brief skirt that might have had trouble fitting a Cabbage Patch doll.

Frame two and Misty was laying even less claim to modesty. Draped anything but innocently face-down across the edge of her bed, she was looking back at the camera, her bottom revealed in all its shapely contours - skirt up around her waist and with the elastic pulled down just sufficiently that the viewer might determine the vaguest on-set of her rear crevice. A pose one could argue, to test the resolve of the most God-fearing father on the planet.

Michelle glanced across at Patrick. His eyes were riveted on the image. For some reason she found this highly arousing and in other circumstances, might have slipped a hand into her own panties. She had recognized for years now that she was attracted to females as well as men and pictures depicting other teenage girls either being spanked, stripped or otherwise manhandled, turned her on big time. Like many of her sex, she fantasized about being raped as well as watching it happen to other girls.

"She's real pretty isn't she?' Patrick half-mumbled, staring now at the third picture which showed Misty kneeling on the bed in just her panties, leaning towards the camera to display the contents of her skimpy bra somewhat lewdly.

Michelle was feeling almost light-headed. Her companion was no oil-painting to be sure but she was beginning to see the relevance of the old saying "A port in any storm" and hell, there was the Mercedes Avantgarde out front!

Viewing the fourth picture on full-screen lowered everyone's inhibitions. Misty, having given up all pretence at innocence was now propped up against the bed-head fully topless and with her legs not only apart but holding her panties far to one side, so that her lightly furred and evidently moist vaginal lips were clearly on view to all and sundry. Patrick's mouth was dry - Michelle's panties at quite the other end of the scale.

Patrick turned to his visitor. "W-what would you say if I asked you maybe to let me see your panties Michelle?" he asked with less than no hope of anything positive coming from the question.

For a moment, the girl wasn't sure how she felt about so indecent a suggestion.

"You mean just my panties?" she almost whispered, still staring at Misty's uncovered splendor.

"Er, well yeah of course," he stammered, "I'm not expecting you to strip or anything ...."

"So what are you saying Patrick?" she teased. "You just want to see up my skirt? That's soo gross!" In truth though, the idea was already somewhat appealing to her and the thought of acting slutty like that with a much older man, even one offering something less than hulk status, raised her body temperature marginally.

"You're right, it is naughty Michelle," he wriggled like a fish on a hook. "Just that looking at that girl's pussy makes me really horny. Not much of an excuse I guess."

Misty's pose however was having no less powerful an effect on Michelle's emotions. Even if she had been considering her options, the fifth picture in the gallery lowered any inhibitions that may still have been on site. Having shed her panties entirely, the girl was now splayed fully naked across the edge of the bed once more, but on her back this time and by virtue of the newly come by, yet rather cute little blonde fingering her now, whilst her other hand was performing unsighted excesses between her own slim legs, the general demeanor in Patrick's room was one of ?rampant expectancy' you might say.

"How do you want me then?" the girl asked of her host softly.

Looking away from the screen he studied her momentarily. Damn if she wasn't just as sexy as the little tease on-line.

"Could you just sit on the chair over there," he pointed to a sturdy-looking recliner near the window, "And, well I guess, just spread your legs a bit?"

She was fully aware that his eyes would be glued to her shapely little rear end as she sauntered in the chair's direction. Seating herself comfortably, she ensured full eye-contact before parting her legs slowly.

This was more than he could believe - a girl willingly letting him see up her skirt.

"You like?" she teased, parting them fractionally more. It was making her so hot!

He could but stare at the sight before him. The front of her panties were completely visible now and even as he gazed upon that frivolous indecency, she widened her legs further still allowing him to see as far as the waistband of her panties. Nor could he resist staring at that noticeable indentation all the way between her legs. He became aware suddenly of the size of the erection beneath his zipper.

"C-could I see you in just your bra and panties?" he all but whimpered.

"Posing like Misty I suppose you mean?" she teased. Not waiting for his reply, she stood up, unzipping her skirt at the side, letting it fall to the ground. The blouse she unbuttoned slowly before discarding it also.

"This what you want?" she giggled, standing with her hands on her hips, watching his reaction closely.

"You are so pretty Michelle," he stammered, "Could you maybe lean forward a little?"

"So you can see my tits better? You're a really naughty boy Patrick!" So saying she leaned forward sufficient that her cleavage was accentuated to the point he could see a hint of either nipple. The erection between his legs was almost painful. Only the fact he was still seated allowed him to conceal the truth of the matter.

"Turn around sweetie...please," he asked.

Knowing full well what he wanted to see, she did so. Without further prompting she then bent over, resting her arms on the table which quite obviously yielded up to her host an insufferably hot view of her teenage bottom - quite as arousing as Misty's cute derriere. Only this one was there in his room, not an arm's length away.

"Can I pull your panties down a bit?" He sounded like a ten year old asking for some chocolate cake.

Instead of answering, she leaned over further and simply wriggled her hips invitingly.

Seizing the waistband, he peeled the cotton material fractionally lower. He was unable to stifle sounds of approval as her upper rear-end complete with sexy little chasm, was exposed to his understandably lustful vision.

"Don't pull them right down...please?" she cried out, some might say at this stage - hopefully.

Acceding to her request, he left them at half mast and fully ignorant of his obviously aroused condition, walked around the table where the view down her push-up at that angle was nothing short of awesome!

Patrick's expression right that moment touched the girl. Far from a virgin herself and despite the fact she was basically acting like a ho to further her own financial gain, just the sight of that livid birthmark and his now quite obvious state of arousal, tripped her compassion meter.

"Do you want to take me to the bedroom?" she asked quietly.

Patrick looked around, half expecting that she must be talking to someone else.

"Me...you're asking if I'd like to take you to my bedroom?"

"Don't see anyone else here Patrick," she sighed. "So, you want to or not?"

He didn't need further urging and taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom which led off the small hallway. It displayed no greater a degree of tidiness than had the lounge-room. The bed-sheets looked like they had been slept in since Ronald Reagan came to office. Clothes both clean and crumpled, were strewn across two chairs not including the small pile the far side of the bed. Empty glasses sat on the small bedside table - the general impression was that of a confirmed if not hopelessly undisciplined bachelor. Realizing the room's shortcomings so far as the immediate presentation stakes were concerned, Patrick hurriedly pulled the coverlet straight, hiding the chaos beneath.

The girl sat down on the quilt, arms at her side, looking up at him. She caught his furtive glances down her bra but if anything found them arousing rather than demeaning. After all she knew she had sexy breasts - no point thinking otherwise. She wasn't however expecting his next sentence.

"I want to spank you Michelle," he evoked the courage to announce. "Just like I see happening to some of the girls on that site....always wanted to do it to a girl."

"I didn't say anything about getting spanked," she replied nervously.

"I won't hurt you," he added hastily.... "Not real hard Michelle...just a few light spanks on your bottom is all."

"Just a couple then," she giggled. "and not with my panties down either....OK?"

"Sure, not on your bare bum," he promised. "Just one more thing though," he averted his eyes momentarily as if scared of rejection.

"What now?" she asked. "You want me over your knee?"

"No," he replied uneasily, "I actually want to spank you....er, standing up in front of me?"

"That's so weird," she giggled afresh. "You want to spank a girl while she stands up? Not even over a chair or something?"

"I know it's strange," he semi-apologized. "I just find the idea of spanking a girl while she's on her feet really hot. It's a fantasy I've always had."

"O..kay," she answered, getting to her feet. "This alright?" she asked, standing now no more than a foot in front of him. "With my bottom to you like this I presume?' she wriggled her hips pretty much in his face. Staring at that curvy little butt, he knew then the meaning of true happiness.

The first smack was gentle enough. The feel of those firm cheeks beneath his palm transported him to a localized Utopia. The second was measurably harder but raised nothing more than a soft whimper from the girl. She could feel the effect it was having on her already....a moistening of her labia and a distinct tingling in her nipples. Wanting both to please and titillate her partner even further, she bent over fractionally which had of course the effect of making her panties cling even tighter to her slightly elevated bottom as well as highlighting her sexy rear crevice even more.

Patrick's third was a spank to rate with the greats. Besides crying out in shocked discomfort, she straightened up and clutched her reddening backside with both hands.

"That hurt" she wailed, even as he reached around her, both hands cupping her breasts while he nuzzled her neck with unpracticed affection. Fully off-balance, she was easily directed to fall on to the coverlet where Patrick continued to grope her needfully. The sensation of her hot young bottom pressing into his abdomen was definitely something he could get used to.

Semi stifled by the bedclothes, she realized soon enough that the pain of her smarting rear-end was rapidly being replaced by the pleasure inherent in having her breasts fondled. His hands were now inside both cups and squeezing her nipples rather roughly. It was such fun being a girl!

Patrick was having fun too - perhaps the time of his life. Even the girl's scent was vaguely intoxicating. He rubbed his face in her hair as he groped her even harder. His erection was pressing up against her rear cheeks now and it was hardly likely she hadn't noticed. Unhooking the clasp just below her shoulder-blades, he began to slip both bra straps down her arms while she wriggled and teased him unmercifully.

"I didn't say you can get me topless," she giggled, even as he eased both arms free, tossing her bra on to the bedside table. He rolled her over on to her back so that she was forced to cover herself in the time-honored crossed-arms position.

"That's really naughty," she gasped,

He sensed exactly how to address that situation and seizing the waistband of her panties made as if to tug them down.

"Noo not my panties, leave them on please!" she wailed, making a grab for them. This of course presented Patrick with an unobstructed view of the teenager's pert breasts, smaller than he had believed them to be but still, enticingly hot. Inclining his head, he indulged his long standing fantasy of sucking a girl's nipple. Michelle squealed momentarily as he drew down on her breast, the suckling sensation causing her to become even more highly aroused.

Unable to control himself now, Patrick thrust his right hand between her legs and began rubbing the girl's vaginal area through her panties. So hot did it feel, he was unaware that he had begun whimpering in pleasure himself. Far from objecting, Michelle spread her legs wider, happy to allow him access to the general area. Beginning now to kiss her on the lips, though with little mastery of the craft, he took that last assertive step and slipped his hand inside her panties.

Whatever he had been expecting this to be like, its reality was far greater. He couldn't believe how inviting her soft pubic hair felt, how moist her pussy seemed, but a few inches further south. The girl yelped as he slipped a finger deep inside, her breathing now as irregular as that of her molester.

Needing to see her naked became his primary focus and with the image still of Misty sprawled so indecently on her bed, he used both hands to literally wrench the young girl's panties off. No longer concerned with any false modesty and cognizant of her likely immediate future, Michelle just lay there, hands over her head, allowing him to ogle her total nudity.

"Are you going to fuck me Patrick?" she giggled, quite deliberately spreading her legs enough that her moist slit took center-stage in the viewing options.

For a moment he didn't know what the hell he wanted to do first. Finger her again, kiss her hard, play with her breasts or a combination of all three. Then of course there was the matter of the uncoiled serpent between his own legs.

Michelle watched as he knelt alongside her, beginning now to unzip his pants, his eyes fixed upon that provocative triangle of light-brown hair that she was more than happy to leave exposed to his lustful vision. It was only when he finally pulled from the confines of his boxers, that which she had only previously felt up against her bottom, she let out a genuine cry of surprise.

Patrick was big...anyway you cut it. The evening most certainly had possibilities.

Kneeling there, his swollen erection eyeing off its opposite number, he realized he had no knowledge of how to proceed. The jigsaw puzzle itself was simple enough - only two pieces to fit together...just the mechanics of the thing!

"I think you need to come over here," she smiled, opening up even more. "Here, let me," she added, taking a hold of his thick shaft and guiding it in between her well lubricated opening, as he lowered himself to the task at hand.

Unable to continue thinking rationally as his manhood acquainted itself with its new surroundings, all he felt was a compulsion to thrust in deeper. He became unaware of the girl's sexual plight, needing simply to fuck his hitherto underprivileged way to Nirvana. Virgins do have fun indeed!

Filled to capacity and finding herself being used as a whore more or less, Michelle tried to get her breath as wave upon wave of unimagined pleasure took her to realms she had never visited. His methods might lack a certain finesse, but there was no doubting his commitment. If this wasn't in the upshot, the fuck of the century it was a close runner-up.

Unable to prolong the outcome further, he expelled maybe fifteen years of enforced celibacy into that sexy little receptacle. Even as he cried out with the release, the girl responded by raising her knees and widening to her theoretical limit. Her eyes closed in ecstasy she simply lay there murmuring, "Keep fucking me Patrick, keep fucking me......"

It was barely ten o'clock!

© Peter_Pan 2008

Available now in paperback "The Best of Peter_Pan" (2007 Lulu Publishing Inc: Morrisville NC)

Sex Therapy Done Right

Sex Therapy Done Right
By: baldbeaver

Talking about your sex life can be difficult. Talking about your sex life with a stranger can be damn near terrifying. But he made it easy for me. I was sitting on the couch in his office. He works out of his house. That was one of the reasons I picked him, knowing I wouldn't have to go to an office in a hospital setting and possibly run into someone I knew. And I needed to talk to someone. Someone who knew what he was talking about and could understand what I was talking about. This was the first time I'd ever been to see a sex therapist. Never thought I'd need one. I have a very high sex drive, unusually so. I have yet to find a man who could keep up with me. No, lack of a sex drive is not my problem. My problem is my boyfriend John. Though there is no problem with his sex drive, his sexual skills need work. We have actually had arguments over sex. How pathetic is that? Last night was a perfect example. He came in from work and started hinting that he wanted to fuck. That's part of the problem. He's very shy and so far has never came right out and asked me for sex when he wants it. Instead, he gives hints. "Let me give you a massage" or "Let's go take a nap together". It's annoying, but I took the hint anyway and off to the bedroom we went.

The first thing he did when we got there was close the blinds and turn out the lights. There's another problem. He's very shy and he always wants to do it in the dark. We undressed and climbed into bed. Without a word, he climbed between my legs and started licking my pussy. Now normally I love to have my pussy licked, but not when he does it. He's always scratching me terribly with his mustache. And he's so rough right away. Rough is fine if I'm getting ready to come, but not fine if I'm just starting to get aroused. To make matters worse, it's very easy to hurt me there. I don't know what it is, but I can't stand direct contact with my clit in the beginning. Later is ok, but at the start? No. He, of course, wants to pull the hood away from my clit and attack it directly, immediately. What he thinks is getting me aroused actually is counter productive. I've tried to talk to him about it but it's as if he thinks he knows my body better than I do. Last night was no exception. In fact, it got worse. There he was, pulling back the hood and exposing my clit to his assaults and then he did something that not only shocked me, it infuriated me. He ran his teeth across my clit (OUCH!) and then he bit it. Without even thinking, I arched my back to get away from him and then I kicked him in the chest. "What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked me. I was so angry, I didn't even answer him. Just thinking about it now makes me angry all over again.

"Katie did you hear me?"

For a second I was confused. Then I realized Dr. Matthews had been speaking to me and I had completely spaced out, going over last night in my mind again.

"I'm sorry" I replied. "What did you ask me?"

"I asked you what brought you to see me".

The doctor is very good-looking. He's tall, well over six feet, and muscular with a very nice tan. He has dark hair and eyes and his perfect straight, white teeth give him a beautiful smile. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a plain, white sweatshirt and that put me at ease. And he has no mustache. Definitely a plus.

I told him about the problems John and I were having in our sex life. I told him the details of last night and when I got to the part about him biting me, he couldn't hide the look of disbelief and his jaw dropped open.

"He did what?"

"He bit my clit. It was incredibly painful."

"But why did he do that?"

"I don't know. I think he believes it's sexy and hot. He was a virgin when we met and he rented a bunch of porno movies to learn how to be a good lover. They get pretty rough with women in those movies. I've tried to tell him those women get paid to let men get a little rough with them, that it doesn't feel good even though those women pretend that it does, but he doesn't seem to believe me."

"Ok. What other problems are there in your sex life with John?"

"Well, he insists on having the lights off. He's very shy. I like having them on because I like to watch what we're doing to each other's bodies. I want him to look at my body, at my pussy and tell me how much he likes it. And I want to look at him. I love sex toys. I have a small dildo collection and I would love it if he used them on me. But he won't. He says I shouldn't need anything but him. He's also too quiet. He never says anything, never makes any noise until he's getting ready to come, and then he just moans a little. I want him to tell me he likes what I'm doing, what he's doing, how I look, how we look together, what he wants me to do to him, what he wants to do to me, and I want to tell him those things too...but he just stays quiet and insists I do the same. Sex is supposed to be fun, but it's not fun with him. I'm so horny I can't stand it. I have a boyfriend who is good for everything except fucking. It's so frustrating. I'm a healthy young woman and I have needs that aren't being met. What am I going to do?"

Dr. Matthews came over to the couch where I was sitting, looked me in the eye and said, "You're a very beautiful woman. It hurts me when I see women like you in pain. I can only imagine your frustration. But I think there may be something I can do to help you. Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes, I think you're very attractive. And I love tall men. Especially tall men without mustaches. I don't like to be scratched."

"Good, then I think I'm going to be able to help you, if you let me." With that, he leaned over and kissed me. I was a little surprised at first, but I quickly got into it. He gently pushed his tongue into my mouth, so I sucked. He tasted sweet. After a couple of minutes of kissing I felt his hand on my right tit. He lightly squeezed it a few times and then pinched my nipple so gently I almost didn't feel it. I moaned. That was all the encouragement he needed. He unbuttoned my blouse, removed it, and laid it on the floor. He reached around to the back of my bra, undid the clasp, removed it, and placed it with my blouse.

I have pretty large "C" cup tits, with a relatively small areola but large, dark nipples. He sucked in his breath when he saw them. He grabbed one in each hand and started to play with them. He squeezed them both, playing with my nipples. He looked up at me and said, "Katie, you have beautiful tits. Such big nipples. I want to suck them. I promise my teeth won't come near them". Then he leaned over and did just that, taking my left nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, flicking it. I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me, it felt so good. My pussy was already wet. He licked all over my tit and then suddenly sucked my nipple into his mouth. He nursed at my tit for a long time, still playing with my right tit with his free hand. I had never had a man suck on one tit for so long at one time. He let my nipple fall from his mouth and started to rub it. He leaned over and started sucking on my other nipple. He stayed on that one for a long time too. It made me so hot and when I looked down I could see it was making him hot too. He had a bulge in his jeans and I could see a wet spot starting to form from his precum.

He saw me looking at his swelled jeans, looked at me and said, "Sucking on your hot tits is starting to make my cock hard Katie. Would you like to see it?" I didn't hesitate, "Yes, take out your cock." He unzipped his jeans, reached in and pulled out his semi-hard cock through the zipper. His cock was fat and smooth with a large head. And he wasn't even completely hard yet. I felt my pussy getting wetter.

I said, "I want to play with it." He said, "You can do whatever you want to do with it, for as long as you're here." I reached over and grabbed his cock. It immediately got a little harder. I started stroking it up and down, using his precum for lubrication. He leaned his head back and moaned. I wanted to play with his balls, but since he had only undone his zipper and pulled his cock out through the opening, I had a hard time reaching them.

"Take off your pants so I can play with your balls." He stood up and removed his shoes and clothes. He had a well-toned body and I just stared at it for a minute. He also was without pubic hair. He shaves just like I do. It was hot. I reached over and grabbed his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. He moaned while I played with his balls and stroked his cock up and down. His cock was fully erect now and it was huge. Not terribly long, maybe 7 inches. But it was thick, close to 2 inches around. After it got completely hard I had a hard time wrapping my hand all the way around it. I love thick cocks and this was the thickest cock I had ever seen in person. His balls were big too.

He looked down at me and said, "I want you to suck my cock. Suck on my cock like I sucked on your nipples." So I did. I ran my tongue along his cock, wetting it with my saliva. I held his cock straight up so it was pointing towards his head and I sucked his balls into my mouth, first one then the other. I continued to suck his balls for a few minutes, and then ran my tongue along the underside of his cock until I came to the head. I stayed there for a minute, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge there, going back and forth between licking that sensitive area and sucking on the head of his cock. Then I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth with his cock. There was no way I could take it all, so I used my hand to stroke that part of his cock that I couldn't fit in my mouth. He kept fucking my mouth and I used my hands play with balls and cock at the same time.

"Oh yeah, play with my cock baby. Suck on the head. Lick it Katie. Oh yeah, that feels so good. You really know how to make a cock feel good. You like my cock, don't you baby?" Then he reached down and started playing with my tits again.

I was so turned on by his words my pussy felt like it was on fire. I was so wet my pussy juices were soaking through my jeans. As if he read my mind, he asked me "Why am I the only one completely naked here? Take off your jeans and let me see your pussy." I let his cock fall out of my mouth and I stood up to take the rest of my clothes off.

"Sit down on the couch and spread your legs so I can see your pussy." I did as I was told. He got on his knees in front of me and just stared at my pussy. It was so hot. He put his hands on the insides of my thighs and spread my legs further apart. I was looking at him looking at me. He had this glazed look in his eyes, his mouth was parted and he kept licking his lips. I was so turned on.

"I'm sorry your boyfriend bit your beautiful clit. Let me try and make it up to you." He leaned over and gentle licked the outer lips of my pussy. He was careful to avoid anything too direct and for that I was grateful. He ran his tongue along my slit, sucked on my pussy lips, and then stuck his tongue up my pussy. He fucked me with his tongue for a couple of minutes. He pulled his tongue back out and ran it along my slit again, first one side then the other. He stopped for a minute and just stared at my clit with that glazed look in his eyes. He used his fingers on one hand to spread my pussy lips open and the fingers on his other hand to pull the hood back and expose my clit. He continued to stare at it. Finally, he said, "Katie, you have the hottest pussy I've ever seen. Your clit is so big. It's like a little cock. I'm going to play with your clit now. Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt it." He stuck out his tongue and gently flicked my exposed clit. It felt incredible. He kept the hood pulled back and flicked my clit again with his tongue. He licked little circles around it and then he took it all into his mouth. He started sucking on my clit like it was a little prick, moving his head up and down like he was giving me head. Then he took the fingers that were spreading my pussy lips open and stuck them in my pussy. He alternated between licking my clit and sucking it, all the while finger-fucking me. The sensations were incredible. I'd never felt anything so good before. I was starting to lose control, and he knew it.

"Does that feel good? Am I making your pussy feel good? Talk dirty to me baby. Tell me how much you like it."

"Oh yeah, lick my sweet clit. Suck on my little prick. Ooooh, yeah baby that feels so gooood. Finger-fuck that pussy. Oh yeah, pump that pussy baby. Fuck it. Taste my pussy, it's so sweet! Yeah, I've got some good pussy, don't I baby? I've got sweet pussy! Oh, yeah!!"

My words turned him on. I was so turned on and swollen my now my clit was sticking out of its hood all by itself. He let go of my hood and reached down to stroke his own cock. That turned me on even more. My pussy was pouring now. I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs. He was eating my pussy, fingering me with one hand, jacking himself off with the other and I was on the verge of coming all over his hands and face. But I didn't want to yet. I wanted to come with his huge cock inside me.

"Oh baby, I'm so close to coming. I don't want to come yet. I want you to make me come with your cock inside me."

"Your wish is my command. How do you want it?"

"First, I want to ride your cock. Sit here on the couch." He did and I turned around so I was facing away from him and sat down on his cock. I expected it to hurt a little because he was so thick, but I was so aroused and wet I took all of it very easily. I had never felt so full. I started bouncing up and down on his cock. I grabbed my tits, squeezing my nipples. I put one tit up to my mouth and sucked on my own nipple and he moaned in response. His cock felt so good in my pussy I didn't ever want to stop riding it. We fucked for a while that way before I noticed he was breathing a lot heavier. I reached down and grabbed his balls, they were huge. He was getting ready to come and he told me so.

"Oh baby, I'm so close to coming. But I don't want to come just yet. I want to fuck you so I can see my cock pumping your pussy Katie."

So I reluctantly stood up off his cock. He laid me down on the floor and got between my legs. He grabbed my legs behind my knees and pointed them up and out. I was spread wide open for him. He loved it.

"Oh yeah, that is such sweet pussy." He grabbed his cock and placed it against my opening. He pushed his cock into me slowly. He started pumping in and out of my pussy, all the time watching our union closely.

"Oh baby, your pussy is so tight. Your pussy makes my fat cock feel so good. It's so fucking wet with your pussy juices. I could fuck this pussy every day Katie. Such a sweet, pink pussy. Oooooh, yeahhhh."

"Oh yeah baby, fuck my tight, pink pussy. Give me that huge cock. Fuck me hard with that cock. Yeah, like that baby. Give it to me baby. This pussy is for you baby, fuck it!"

He started fucking me faster, moaning and groaning, sweat pouring off him. He reached down and played with my clit. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh yeah, I'm coming on your cock. Oh fuck me harder. Faster, baby, faster! Fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy. Fuck me with that big cock. Ooooooh, yeeaaahhhh! My orgasm shook me to the core. My pussy spasming with each thrust of his cock. The contractions in my pussy harder than any I'd ever felt before. I grabbed his ass with my hands and pulled him as deep inside me as I could. The contractions in my pussy sent him off. He started coming too. "Oh yeah, baby fill me with your cum. Cum inside my tight pink pussy baby! Squirt your cum deep inside my pussy! Oh yeah!

"Oh yeah baby I'm coming in your sweet pussy!! Oh yeah, fuck yeah! This pussy feels so fucking good! Aaaaaahhhh. Oh, shit yeah!"

He kept pumping my pussy for another minute or so. I used my pussy to try to milk all the cum from him I could. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out his cock and laid down next to me, taking me in his arms.

"Was that the kind of fucking you had in mind?"

"Oh, yes, that was perfect. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I needed that."

"I'm glad. But it wasn't perfect. It was great, don't get me wrong. But there is so much more I can do to help you, if you'll let me."

"Really? You want to do this again?"

"I would love to help you out, if you'll let me."

"That's great! What did you have in mind?"

"Well, next week bring one of your toys."

I think I'm going to like this doctor.

Morning Delight...Rick and Anne

Morning Delight...Rick and Anne [part 1 of 3]
By: BrieLove85

Anne woke up feeling especially frisky one morning. Her long dark blond hair was splayed across the pillows. She moved her hands and touched her C-Cup breasts. They felt full and tender. Her nipples were hard and pointed under her silk nightie, as if she felt a cold draft.... she was anything, but cold. Rick, her husband was laying beside her, his hard chest up against her side. She skimmed her hand across his broad shoulders feeling the muscle that lay beneath. She leaned and kissed his neck, his stubble causing her lips to burn. Rick sighed, feeling her kiss in his dreams. Anne slide her hand down his chest and down his stomach. Ricks breathing grew heavier. Beneath his silk boxers her hand found his morning erection. Rick groaned, and Anne, finding her encouragement glided her hand on his shaft. Instead of encouraging her, Rick turned his back to her and fell back into his dreams.

Dejected and horny, Anne got up and walked into her bathroom in frustration. Leaving the door cracked, she removed her silk nightie from her body. The silk grazed her skin as it was lifted, sending chills through out her body. Standing nude in front of the mirror she gazed at her body. With curves in all the right places, she often received stares from the opposite sex and even some from women. Her legs and ass were tight from being on her feet all day and from her daily yoga workout. At 5' 10 she was tall with legs that never seemed to stop. Her skin was the color of buttery honey and her eyes changed with her mood. For now, they were dark, magnetic blue with lust. Her pussy was shaved except for a strip of dark blond curls. Lifting one leg to the stool, her pussy lips spread for a better look at what lied beneath. Wetness glistened in the low lighting and her clit ached to be touched. Anne took her fingers and stoked from the bottom slowly to the top of her pussy avoiding her aching clit on purpose. Shuttering, she began to slowly pleasure herself. As the wetness flooded her cunt she began to shake and lose her breath. No longer slow, she stuck her finger inside and began to finger fuck herself. With her other hand she frigged her clit like a mad woman bringing herself closer to her inevitable orgasm. Panting with unable to contain herself she screamed her gratification.

"OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSS "

She fell upon the stool, her breasts heaving, completely out of breath. She turned, saw her husband, his erection apparent in his boxers.

"Could you not wait for me, baby?"...... "Well, you better be ready for round two"

He got on his hands and knees before her and licked the wetness streaming down her thighs. He took one quick lick of her deliciously wet pussy, and latched his mouth on her hard nipple. Her back arched with the awesome sensations assailing her.

" I want that dick" she groaned through clenched teeth.

"Oh, you will have it....." Rick smiled

He lead her to the shower and turned on the water, hot steam began to fill the room. Anne followed him into the shower. Hot water pored down their bodies. Rick grabbed some soap and lathered the spicy scent and began rubbing the soap on her breasts. Cleaning her whole body she then spoke,

"Your turn" She soaped up his body, saving his dick for last. He groaned when the feel of her hand touched his hard cock. They rinsed off. The bathroom was now steamy and warm like a tropical paradise. Anne got on her knees before him and slowly engulfed his hard cock in her mouth. Rick's legs nearly gave way with the wonderful sensations. Always credited on her amazing blowjobs, this time was not different. Rick was on the edge of oblivion when he took his hard cock out of her mouth.

"Let's finish this right."

They stepped out of the shower and he pressed her up against the vanity, his hard dick up against her soft wet pussy. Kissing fervently, they searched each other mouths, their tongues mating in a wild seductive dance. His dick rubbing on her clit, Anne began to shake uncontrollably.

"Please stick that hard cock in me " She all but screamed.

Rick picked her up and threw her on the bed. She rolled over and stuck her hot ass in the air.

"Take me Doggie, Baby."

"Oh I love that sweet ass"....He wanted that sweet pussy.

He came up behind her, his cock standing proudly. He grazed the tip of his member in between her hot pussy lips.

"Ask for it, baby"

"PLEEEAAAASSSE, I WANT THAT HARD COCK "

"Where do you want it?"

"IN MY WET CUNT "

Pushing his cock in Anne squealed with delight.

"yes, fuck me baby"

Slow at first, he pumped in and out of her, enjoying her wetness.

"Oh yes, I love that cock"

He began to go in and out of her faster. She brought her gorgeous ass back meeting his thrusts. The wet sound echoed through the room reverberating in their ears, heating their lust. He grabbed her and flipped her on her back. Jamming his cock back in her pussy he began fucking her with fervor. Pushing her legs above her head. He fucked her with out mercy.

"Hammer me with the hard cock..."

Feeling his seed build up he eased up slightly wanting to extend the inevitable.

Rick looked in her deep blue eyes and said "fuck me, baby".

Turning over with him, his cock still buried in her depths, she was now on top of him. Anne was now riding him sliding up and down his rod, relishing the hard shaft in her hot wet pussy. Shaking with lust, Anne impaled herself on his rigid dick. With every fuck their excitement grew until they were both yelling with each thrust.

"Cum in me now, please baby." Rick threw her down on her back, fucking her so hard she was screaming with lust. "NOWWWWWWWWWW!" They came together shaking and yelling their gratification. His hot seed shot in her causing her to cum even harder. Shaking, Rick laid upon her. Holding her, he kissed her face with great tenderness.

They then heard their neighbor, Alicia grunting and moaning with lust. Hearing her cum Rick's cock became hard again.

"Rick, does that make you hot?"

"Well, come on, even you think Alicia is hot."

Anne's grin was infectious. "Well we might have to invite her over"

Rick grinned back at her...."We just might."

An Unusual Lover

An Unusual Lover [part 5 of 5]
By: nycbabe (mishc88@yahoo.com)

Summer break starts and I have a 10 day break b/f I start summer classes. The first thing I do, is head to the nearest theme park with Antonio and some friends. I had a family dinner the night before, so I was not able to go to our favorite club the night before. Antonio and I are doing fine after becoming informally engaged...or so I thought.

We had a blast at the theme park although Antonio seems to be a little bit subdued. Still charming, smiling, holding my hand and giving me kisses, but admits he is really tired and actually falls asleep on the ride to my friends house where we spend the night.

He sleeps well into the morning, but wakes up refreshed and raring to go. Needless to say, when he feels that way. there is only one thing he wants to do. After a trip to the bathroom where I hear him wash up and brush his teeth, he walks back into the bedroom where I am braiding my hair. He quickly grabs my hair and loosens the braid and then pulls off my shorts.

"Now why would you want to be dressed now?"

I try to point out that I have been up and dressed for a few hours and he merely smiles.

"Let's get rid of this as well." He takes off my tank top and finally my bra and as I am laying there naked, music fills the room. I am sure it is an attempt to wake us up. My friend has a sound system throughout his townhouse and is currenty playing a favorite CD at a very loud level. Antonio takes this as a cue, and begins to fuck me hard grunting loudly with every thrust, knowing full well, that no one can hear us over the loud music.

He leans his head towards my ears so I can hear what he is saying.

"Come on baby, that's it. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock. I want you to cum all over it."

I am whimpering softy as I feel my orgasm build. I am just about there when Antonio throws his head back and groans loudly. I feel his hot cum spurt forth and shake in his embrace as I cum as well.

"You are so fucking sexy!" He says, and hops out of bed.

Much later that day, once home, my mother gives me an ugent message from my best friend. I call her back and without even saying hello she asks me if I am still seeing Antionio. I tell her yes and she tells me she saw him with another girl at the club and when she approached the girl and asked what she was doing with Antonio and that he was dating me, the girl told her that we had broken-up and that she was his new girlfriend.

Needless to say, this information did not sit well with me. Especially since we were supposed to be informally engaged. I still wore the ruby ring he had given me for Christmas. He was not able tobuy an engagement ring yet as he had lost his job recenlty, but I was fine with that.

I confronted him that night and he admitted that yes, he had been with the girl. but had no idea why she would say that since she was actually dating his brother, Carlos. Now Antonio and Carlos looked a lot alike and even sounded very similar on the phone. Being that the club was dark, I thought maybe it was mistaken identity, and left it at that.

I started summer classes at the university and was disappointed that I was not able to join Antonio and his brother to go to the beach. Still, I spent many afternoons aftewards, studying whenever I went to his house and took study breaks in his new waterbed. He was fine with the arrangement. We sometimes played tennis and went to concerts.

Then one day, I get a strange call from a girl named Lorina. She was a Mexican girl that I had seen at a party at Antonio's house. She asked since I dated Antonio longer, that maybe I knew all his friends and their phone numbers and could she have then for Antonio's upcoming birthday b/c she wanted to throw him a party.

I was furious with the girl's audacity, but when I asked Antonio, he merely told me the girl didn't like me and was trying to tick me off, and that she was a bitch, and not to worry he would talk to her.

That fall, the girl called again and told me to leave her man alone, that he didn't want me anymore and that she had given him her virginity and that she loved him.

Once again, I confronted Antonio and he denied it all. Unfortunately, it all blew up in his face a month later. I was at his apartment when Lorina showed up and demanded to know what I was doing there. I sarcastically told her I was watching t.v. with the dog. She was with a friend who told her that she had been seeing Antonio since the summer started and she was the girl that my friend had seen at the club. I told her that Antonio and I were planning on getting married and she started to cry.

I was livid and when he came home, I really lit into him. He told me he had made a mistake and wanted to be with me. Lorina lost it and went nuts, hitting at him and screaming that he had used her and now was casually throwing he away like a used paper napkin. Her friend literally dragged her out of the apartment.

I am still mad at Antonio, but he falls to his knees and hugs my thighs, pleading with me to forgive him and to not leave him. He then gets down and starts to kiss the tops of my bare feet. I tell him to get up because he looks ridiculous and he stands up and holds me by the shoulders.

"I thought you already knew...I love you. I don't give a damn about Lorina."

"Then why did you sleep with her?"

He has the decency to look ashamed and confesses to me that he had never fucked a virgin before and wanted to know what it was like. Then asked me to accept his apology. He loved only me, but unfortunately for him, the damage was done. I broke-up with him then and there.

An interesting side note...this happened about 15 years ago. Antonio is now married to a lovely woman named Marietta and I am married with two children of my own. Even though people think it is odd. after the passage of time, we were able to become the friends againd and my family and I were just at his house to celebrate his son's first birthday last week.

Going to the Conference

Going to the Conference
By: Captivate (mygossamerweb@aol.com)

"William is going to a conference. William is flying to another state, all alone, to attend a conference. William, my William, is going to be all alone in a hotel room for nearly a week!" These thoughts kept going through Patsy's mind as she sat at her desk, waiting for William to call.

He called her every day before lunch. And after lunch. And before leaving work. And right after arriving at work. He called her frequently, breaking up her day and making her smile. She looked forward to his calls, talking about his day, telling him about hers.

"Odd," she thought, "to know that there was once a time when I didn't know William, didn't think of him throughout the day." But it hadn't been that long, just a year, really, since they had become friends.

They met online, a pretty normal story these days. They began as strangers, tentatively getting to know one another, sharing stories and information online every night. She looked forward to seeing his name light up and hearing the little brrrriiiiinnnngggg that meant he was ready to chat. She planned her evening around him, eating as soon as she got home, getting all her little house errands finished, so she would be free to chat with him as long as he wanted. She often went to sleep with his remarks still dancing in her head, giggling once again at some cleverness.

Of course, it couldn't stay online. It never does. One night, William asked shyly if he could possibly call her sometime. She hesitated for a short instant and typed in her phone number. Then she sat there, heart pounding, waiting for his call. When the phone rang, she jumped and stared at it, wondering exactly what she had done. All the tales of predators rushed through her head, cautionary tales of men who stole your money, your dignity, your life. God, what had she done? By the third ring, she had pretty much convinced herself that she had seen William listed at the post office as the newest mass murderer. She congratulated herself on coming to her senses, even as she reached for the phone.

Her hello was shaky; his was quiet. She could hear the unmistakable Southern cadence in his voice. Patsy had never been fond of Southern accents, finding them slow and annoying. But tonight, with William, she found it endearing. His voice was deep and full, and she liked the fact that he sounded so nervous and shy. The conversation started out slowly, as if they hadn't shared at least 30 lengthy chats that were designed to help them know each other better.

At some point, they began to relax. They both had much to say and found the destruction of this particular barrier very liberating. As they lost their nervousness, they began to talk normally and without hesitation. All too soon, it was time to say goodnight. Neither really wanted to hang up, but they both worked every day and it was getting late. He asked nicely if he could call tomorrow night and she happily agreed.

The next day, work went slowly, dragging from hour to hour. She was delighted to find an email from William, saying exactly what she was thinking....he enjoyed their talk, he liked her voice, he was looking forward to tonight. Yes, she was happy today! She felt pretty sure that William was not, after all, a mass murderer. Rather, all her instincts told her he was a very good person who was lonely, just like her.

That night, the phone rang soon after she arrived home. She settled into her comfy chair and listened to William's honeyed voice pour over her as he told her about his day. Being together was better on the phone, the tiny inflections meant so much more than the typing back and forth. It seemed minutes later that it was time to say goodnight. They hadn't had any awkward problems tonight, the words had poured out. There were no pauses, no shy stammerings. They talked as if they had been friends forever. Patsy was smiling happily as she hung up and prepared for bed. She didn't even notice she had missed dinner.

The nightly calls became the highlight of their days. Sometimes she called him. Sometimes he called her. They both got comfortable and just talked about all the things that had happened that day. It was amazing, but sometimes they shared the same thoughts, stumbling over each other to complete a sentence. It seemed magical to Patsy. It seemed wonderful to William. They were two really nice people who had been alone for some time and were reveling in finding someone they felt so comfortable with.

As time passed, they exchanged more information. pictures were sent, cell numbers and birthdays were shared. They talked about childhoods and parents and college. She knew that he played tennis and was extremely competitive. He knew that she was secretly lazy and preferred to watch sports. He wore Obsession for Men, which she adored. She always wore Vanilla, which tantalized him. They tried to outdo each other with stories of firsts- driving, drinking, loves. She listened to his sad story of the beautiful girl in high school who never even noticed him. He frowned at the idiot she adored during senior year who broke her heart. No memory was left untouched, no hurt was too deep to share. It felt good to have a best friend who wanted to know and listen. Patsy beamed when the phone rang; William felt complete.

Neither was entirely sure when the feelings deepened and changed. But Patsy noticed her heart beat harder when the phone rang; William became nervous again at the thought of her. One day, Patsy was laughing at something William had said and, in the midst of her giggles, she said, "Oh, I just love you!" She didn't even realize it, but William heard and responded. His body tingled and his heart raced. Even after they hung up, he kept hearing her words and responding to them.

He wanted to tell her that he felt the same, but he was unsure of her reaction. One night, a Friday, they talked on into the night. The words became different, softer. He whispered that he loved her too. It was as if a door had opened. The entire conversation changed, the direction forever altered.

Now the conversations were those of lovers yearning for each other. They still shared their days, but they also spoke of desires and needs. They made plans for meeting and being together. They spoke more intimately. They made love, separated by thousands of miles, but together in their minds and hearts.

Then William told her about the conference. It was in a city far from both of them. He would be there for several days, but promised to call every night as usual. He also said he would check in with her during lulls in the meetings. Patsy kept thinking about it, finding the whole idea of meeting her William and being with him, completely irresistible.

William was flying from Florida to Michigan, with a connecting flight in Atlanta. Patsy arranged for time off from work and bought her own ticket. It would take her to Atlanta, then on to Michigan. She planned to take the connecting flight with William, surprising him on board.

On the morning he was leaving, she sadly told him to have a good trip, then happily headed to the airport to fly to him. She was asizzle with the excitement of her secret plan.

For once, everything went as planned. She arrived in Atlanta early and had time to freshen up and get to the next gate to catch 'their' plane. As she boarded, she spotted him right away. He looked just like his pictures. William was tall, nicely built, with a full head of silvering hair. He was already reading some papers, immersed in them, unaware of the hustle created by boarding passengers. Patsy walked to his seat and took the one beside him. He barely glanced up before beginning to read again.

She took out her book and opened it, leaning slightly in his direction. She was too excited to concentrate, but wanted him to discover his surprise. So, they both read, relaxing in their seats. Her breast pressed gently into his right arm. He seemed oblivious. Her scent began to insinuate itself into his head. He lost track of the document, finding himself remembering Patsy's voice, her sweetness, her love. When the woman beside him sighed deeply, he turned to her.

His eyes widened as he looked at someone who was very similar to Patsy! She was short, with dark brown hair, frosted with silver. Her eyes were brown, her lashes incredibly long. She was smiling at her book, a dimple denting her left cheek. And she smelled of vanilla! He knew it couldn't be....but, she was eerily familiar. He needed to hear her voice, a voice that filled his dreams and most of his waking moments. When the attendant walked by, he closed his eyes and just waited. Then he heard it, the voice that he knew so well. When he turned to her again, she was facing him, a grin on her face, eyes full of love.

His heart beat harder, his breath caught. Once his astonishment abated, they spent the rest of the trip totally engrossed in each other. They held hands, rushing to share the excitement they both felt over this wonderful surprise. He had to hear each detail of her plan. She wanted to know exactly what thoughts he had as he discovered her.

The excitement was so overwhelming, he didn't appreciate the entire scenario. It was enough to find his Patsy right beside him, warm and loving. He didn't follow the thought to its conclusion. He just delighted in being beside a real, live Patsy.

Mercifully, the flight ended quickly. It was soon time to disembark, pick up luggage and leave the airport. William hadn't realized until they walked together in the airport just how diverse they were. Patsy was short, very short. She barely cleared 5'. Standing beside her, William felt even taller than his 6'5". He had to slow his stride to keep her from running beside him, but he didn't mind. He held her hand and ambled along with her. It was at the carousel that William was hit with the totality of Patsy's scheme. He stopped walking, his face flushed with excitement. His mind carried the surprise through to its conclusion. She could tell the exact moment he realized that it wasn't just a plane trip he was going to share with her, it was the entire stay in Detroit!

William turned to her, his eyes aglow with happiness. He pulled her close and kissed her, really kissed her. She had wondered how long it would take for him to grasp the implications of her plans. Now he had. He held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his, realizing this was just the beginning of their time together.

They got the rental car and headed to his hotel. She sat close beside him and just listened to his voice, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She drifted off to sleep beside him, something she had dreamed of doing. He woke her at the hotel, gently kissing her nose. It thrilled her to hear his voice right beside her, saying her name. She thought it was the first of many times he would wake her, touch her, kiss her. The adventure was beginning.

At the hotel, she suddenly felt shy. They unpacked in silence, explored the room, looked out the window, anything to avoid the huge bed dominating the room. They walked carefully around it, not even glancing that way, sitting on the desk chairs, too nervous to even converse. He would ask a question and she would nod; she would inquire about something and he would stammer a short reply. It felt incredibly odd to feel so uncomfortable with each other. They had spent weeks on the phone, sharing every thought and emotion. They had made love repeatedly. She knew how he breathed as he grew excited, he knew how she sounded when she lost control. They had been intimate with each other for months. Now, they were like strangers.

When William suggested going out for dinner, Patsy quickly agreed. They left, walking down the hall slightly apart, as if even holding hands would be unacceptable now. There was a restaurant in the hotel, with a piano player performing. He sang songs that the patrons requested, several that Patsy knew and loved. She hummed along. As she sipped her wine, she felt herself relaxing. She leaned toward Wlliam, smiling happily as he spoke. She placed her hand on his arm and found herself lightly caressing his warm flesh. He asked her to dance. They stood, walking together to the small dance floor. His arm went around her and she leaned into him, feeling the last of her anxiety melt away.

Oddly, as she relaxed, William tensed. He held her, this woman he knew so well, and thought how little he knew her. He wondered how this had happened; how he was in a hotel, thousands of miles from home, preparing to spend several days with a virtual stranger. She was his darling Patsy; she was someone he didn't even know. He danced with her, his mind awhirl with these thoughts. When she looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back, completely unsure about the rest of the trip. He thought he could claim the conference was cancelled, but she would probably see that as a wonderful accident, giving them more time together. He could tell her there was an emergency back home, but who would be involved? The more he thought, the more he panicked. He didn't think he could go through with the next few days. Then his mind focused on tonight. Oh, god, he didn't think he could go through with tonight! Suddenly, the huge bed was all he could see. He was expected to share that bed with this woman, this stranger, this person who felt she had some claim to his body and his heart. As if to re-affirm that thought, Patsy slid her hands up his back and stood on tiptoe to kiss his chin. William wasn't sure what, but knew he had to do something soon.

All too soon, dinner was over, dancing was over, the pianist said goodnight and left. The busboys were circling the table, anxious to clean up and leave. William tried to order more wine, but the waiters ignored his desperate signal. Finally, there was nothing left to do but pay the bill and return to the room. Patsy had become increasingly more relaxed and friendly. She moved against him as they walked out of the restaurant, wrapping her arm around his waist, sighing happily.

They entered the room and moved apart. Patsy wanted to shower, to be fresh for him. William thought anything that gave him some time was a good idea. She went into the bathroom, leaving the door opened, silently inviting him to join her. Of course, he didn't. He couldn't. He listened to the water rushing down on her, knew her hopes for their evening, but he could not make that move toward her.

Finally, the water stopped. He heard the curtain open, heard her sigh as she toweled dry. He listened as she unzipped her case and set her things on the ceramic counter. The water ran as she brushed her teeth. He inhaled the faint scent of vanilla as she sprayed herself. He wondered how she would emerge. Would she be naked and bold, wrapped in a towel and demure, or dressed in some scanty little outfit? He closed his eyes and when he opened them, she was in the room, floating before him, setting out candles and lighting them, tuning the radio to a soft rock station.

His eyes lit up. She wasn't in some snazzy little outfit. Patsy wore a beautiful gown of pale peach. It had tiny straps over her tanned shoulders, a fitted bodice and a full, gossamer skirt. She looked so beautiful. And desirable. And suddenly so familiar to him. She was moving quietly around the room, making small changes that transformed the room into their place, no longer impersonal and cold.

Finally, she stood before him, close enough that he could feel her warmth enveloping him. Still he sat. He wasn't sure if he could meet her expectations tonight, if he could please her. She was suddenly so real, so present. All the previous phone conversations did not prepare him for the demands of tonight.

He stood, feeling huge beside her. She seemed so delicate and tiny, so fragile. He took her shoulders into his hands, and held her, looking into her sweet face, watching her eyes goes misty with tears.

"Forgive me, William. It is a dream come true being here with you. I have dreamed of us together like this and it is finally happening and it is a bit overwhelming for me. I just want to please you, make you happy. I am already as happy as a woman can be, just having you hold me," she said softly.

William wanted to please her, he really did. He just felt uncertain how to go about it, how to not hurt her or disappoint her. He bent down to whisper to her and she leaned up and caught his mouth with her soft lips. She began kissing him as she had dreamed of doing, washing his lips with her tongue, probing the sensitive corners. She teased him, darting into his mouth, then retreating. She invited him to play with her, to become friends. Her body was pressed close to his, her sheer gown no barrier.

Kissing Patsy reminded William of all the time they had shared, the lovemaking on the phone that he had wished were real, the whispered conversations and declarations. He felt himself hardening and preparing to be with the real Patsy now. His hands tightened on her arms, bringing her closer to him, his mouth began to explore her soft cheeks and velvety neck. She smelled so good! She tasted like heaven! He wanted her, wanted to be with her tonight and as long as possible. He couldn't believe he had been hesitating.

She helped him undress, until he stood with her in his shorts. Her gown was soft against his skin, tantalizing in its caress. She was kissing his chest. He stood with his head thrown back, thinking he was as happy as a man could be, when she closed her lips over his right nipple and began sucking. There wasn't enough air in the room, he was gasping for breath. No woman had ever sucked his nipple before and it was electrifying. Her sweet mouth moved to the other nipple, laving it slowly, circling and teasing and finally closing upon it, pulling it into her warmth. He could feel his cock throb with each suck, knew that he wanted her, had to have her, had to be inside her now.

He encouraged a slow dance to the bed she had just turned down. They fell on it, still linked, lips to nipple. Her mouth moved in ways unknown to William, he just didn't want her to stop. He also wanted those talented lips to engulf his incredibly hard cock, wanted to feel her kissing and sucking her way along the entire length. He wished she had several mouths, enough to continue attention to both nipples and his cock, all at the same time. He knew he should be taking the initiative here, should be satisfying her in some way, but he felt too good to stop her, wanted only this right now.

They rolled around the bed, moving from side to side, top to bottom, making adjustments with each new position. Now Patsy was naked and poised above him, her breasts brushing his face softly, filling his head with the scent of vanilla and the feel of absolute perfection. Her nipples, tight and pink, raked his cheeks, tempted him. Her hands were on either side of his head, for support. He reached up, sandwiching her breasts with his palms and began to lick one nipple, then the other. He moved his head as his tongue flew back and forth, licking and teasing. He could hear Patsy moaning, could feel her hips as they danced on his body. At the point of contact, he felt wet warmth, and knew that she was ready and eager.

He flipped her over and held himself over her. He kissed her open mouth, her eyes, her nose as he prepared for the first entry into her lush body. His entire body hummed with need and desire. He heard Patsy whispering "Yes, Yes" as he began to lower himself to her.

Nothing happened. Well, something did, but not what they had expected. As his hard cock touched her wet curlies, he suddenly deflated. Even as it happened, he couldn't believe it. This had never happened before. Never. His confused brain refused to believe it was happening now. He wanted Patsy more than he had ever wanted another woman. he wanted to pleasure her until she cried out. He wanted to be joined with her, feel her juices coating and scenting him. As he thought of her wet and swollen pussy, he felt a tiny jolt and became hopeful. Then....nothing!

Patsy didn't notice immediately. She was already lost in the passion and excitement of the moment. She waited for his hard cock to claim her, she expected to feel his thrusts any second. When she opened her eyes and looked into his tortured face, she realized what had happened.

She pulled his body next to hers, turning in his arms to face him. Patsy wasn't entirely sure what to say, how to proceed. She knew she had been terrified, but it is easy for the woman, all she had to do was continue and he never would have known. But men have to perform. 'Performance Anxiety' flashed in her head and she knew she had to reassure him.

"Sweet William, please listen to me and believe me. It doesn't matter. When I dreamed of being with you, it was you I wanted, not your hard cock. I want to spend time with you, get to know you and see if what we have between us is real. I dreamed of holding your hand, kissing your mouth, sleeping with you. Sleeping with you, William, not fucking you. I want to feel your body against mine, I want to sleep in your arms and wake in your arms. I saw our days as full of laughter and talking and fun. Don't misunderstand me, i DO want you. But that certainly isn't the primary reason I am here. It is YOU, not your cock. I love you, William. I love you. So, hold me and sleep with me and let's relax together. The rest will happen. I know it will."

William nodded and pulled her close, holding her against his length, feeling her trusting warmth and soft breath. Even as his mind raced, his body began to relax and he fell into sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED......