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The Panty Boy

That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.



It was a rainy summer, a long time ago, and it was my birthday on that day, so we decided to party in my place, and entertain my buddies, and have a good time. As I was there in my apartment, guests began to arrive, unhurried, though.



Perhaps this would be a good gathering, until last guest arrived. She was my girl friend named Blanca Guerrero, a Spanish, dressed elegantly in black tight pants and a blouse with horizontal stripes on it. She looked stunningly gorgeous like this! I wished I played grab-ass with this girl, clutching and touching -I thought.


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We all sat at the table, but I had to stand up to fetch some drinks. On my way back to my chair, I saw my friend Blanca bent over against the table, while I stared at her. I noticed for a split second her red panty, sneaking out of the pants, so I stood up instantaneously to look at her panty better, and consider her. She wore a red panty, kind of synthetic fabric. I finally, sat down again, to join the group.



I became too inquisitive since then, and wished to see Blanca's red panty again, so I never missed a chance to check if the panty still slipped out, gazing at her rear, and buble ass. Also I'd make sure she only was wearing that particular panty, the one she wore on my birthday's party, then realized, with dismay, it was not red, or my view was blocked. I thus was becoming obsessed, thoughtful, and only wished to lay a hand on the panty, to caress and feel it. I couldn't do anything about that, since it was obvious she'd refuse to give it me to keep if I ever dared to inquire.



Months later, I was having fun with friends on the week end, and bought beers. We picked them up at a nearby liquor store and started to drink on the way to our car, except were surprised by the sudden arrival of Blanca Guerrero's elder brother, who approached to us. He reasoned we all would be more comfortable if we went to his place to drink the beers, and gladly accepted. No one would bother us there, because his parents were gone today, as he pointed out. We drank a lot of beers here, and soon some buddies informed they wished to leave. It was at this moment, when my girl friend's brother offered some bedrooms available in case any of us wished to stay overnight.




It turned out to be a good idea, I thought, while imagined me looking for Blanca's red panty in the drawers, make my day. All of my friends refused the offer but me. They were on their way out while I headed for my car to park it in the garage. I was back in the apartment house and my girl friend's brother led the way to the bed room where I'd sleep. I doze until woke up in the darkness; all was silent around me, so I got up and left the bed room to get into the next door room. How convenient! It was Blanca Guerrero's bed room, so I began to search in her dressing table, until I came up to a drawer where she kept her underwear. I poked one hand, grabed a panty and took it out.




I couldn't see what I had in my hands in the dimness, so turned lights on to find out there was a lovely red panty clung to my hand. Bingo!! Most likely these weren't my panties, others would be here as well. I dug in the drawer for more until another pair showed up… black, yellow, and even beige. Convinced I had hit the right ones now, pulled the drawer close, and began an exhaustive search or exam: this turned to be of big style, reinforced at the tummy. Put it in my pocket, and headed for the garage to drive home.




It was almost dawn as I climbed in my bed and fell asleep soundly, with my clothes on. Perhaps I had slept for hours, and began to take off my jacket, and to strip off my clothes. Rolled up the panty around my shaft and began to jerk off vigorously, to cum in no time with a big spurt of cum load into the air. Guerrero's "thongs" are a gift and a tribute of her marvelous ass, the ideal girl to play bouncy-bouncy on me. She finally got married and moved to another city… until on one occasion kissed the panties away and watched how it was taken away by the garbage collector truck blended into my trash.




I never thought I’d have a new panty experience after so many years, as I now live in a village at Yucatan, a Mexican province. I've just turned to 57, married to a 43 yo. woman. But the “problem” here would be my sister in low. She lives with us in our apartment, a petite 27 yo., about 1.58 cms tall, with tits too small but still ok.




Since she's attending college in this city, she has already been two years in our house now. I get along pretty well with my sister in low, and we like to share together, rent movies or DVDs to watch them. We sometimes listen to music, except for the fact she doesn?t drink alcohol, so it's my turn to drink my beers on weekends by myself. We’ve stayed late, a lot of times, chatting or watching TV. I’ve declined to make any advances on her, and would rather consider this chick as my younger sister, a family mber, and I’m just courteous right from the start.




But this polite attitude stopped one day as my wife was assigned a different shift at work; my little sister in low had and examination at college on that day too, so she got up at 9:00 o'clock, took a shower and changed into clean clothes -dressed up. She had a brief breakfast and left for her institute, so I was now home alone.




I suddenly had to get off bed and went to piss, naked -it was summer time and too hot now. No problem to walk around the house naked, as no one would see me like this. It's normal, typical, for any male to have a hard on in the mornings, so I wasn?t surprised by my dick so hard, and got to the bath room, relieved to drain off. But caught sight of a large basket –it’s cover was gone- full of clothes for laundry. Just on the very top of this container, I spotted my sister in low's panties. No doubt she had just taken them off, and had worn them the day before. I had a feeling she tossed her panty at the basket, rolled up, as she took if off, stepped out of her panty, not being careful, in a casual manner. The inner part was folded inside out, half wet. I took them, unrolled, and took to my nostrils -to sniff and suddenly was invaded by that wonderful pussy scent, her marvelous little cunt smell.




My penis, which had been relaxed, slackened, to this moment, sprang up to life while I didn't give up smelling those thongs, so rich and delicious. A female aroma, womanhood odor had saturated her underwear. I was like in heaven, in cloud nine, holding her panty stuck to my nose, smelling the woman perfume. Besides, the underwear was still wet, as if Bertha -that was her name- had just taken them off a minute ago, so I run my tongue along the panty, feeling the flimsy fabric, and suddenly, at last, I could feel the sweet taste of a genuine pussy.




My dick was already too stiff, and obviously I wasn?t able to evade an urge to jerk off. I rolled the white panty around my stiffened rod and began to masturbate with Bertha in my mind, especially her small tits. It didn?t take long to ejaculate, with a big spurt, jet of cum load that landed on her panties, impregnating them with my cum. No way to wash them now, they’d catch me. I came up with an idea: to laundry one portion of clothes, say load it into the washing machine and pretending I didn?t see sneaked in the pack. 

I was done with the laundry, took a shower, and got to Bertha’s bedroom to work with all the commotion in the drawers, trying to figure out where possibly she kept her clean panties -underwear, bra, etc. I looked in her closet and came to a drawer full of panties, an assortment, and collection of pieces, small, thongs, some with laces on it, others bigger, but different colors and texture. I spent a lot of time there, sniffing underwear, and again I was turned on by this sight. Only a few strokes on my rod were enough to cum on one of the pieces, spurting gallons of thick cum on one panty, which I washed afterwards. It was returned to its right place.




I’ve made a lot of more things with Bertha’s panties each time I see them in the laundry basket or in the clothes line where she puts them to dry. Looks like if I’m a vicious fetish, always doing this. I sometimes hit other panties, not hers, in the basket, but they won’t make me as hot as my sister in law’s mouth-watering small panties. Just call me “Panty Boy.” I like it. That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.



THE END




Jessica and James A Love Story

From tragedy, Twins find salvation in love


This is a work of fiction. Any resblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental


My name is James Rowland. My twin sister Jessica and I have been living

together as husband and wife, sharing the same bed and raising our own twin children,

for the last twenty years. We are deeply in love and totally committed to each

other and to the family created by that love. We are well aware of what our

friends, and the law, would say if our secret were exposed, but are determined that nothing will ever keep us apart.


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Even as children, Jessica and I had always been close. Our bond as twins was exceptionally strong. As a consequence we never developed strong friendships outside of our own house. We had become best friends and our classmates always felt like outsiders.


Otherwise, Jessica and I lived the same suburban lifestyle that most

siblings experience in the American Midwest. We cared deeply for each other, but in a completely innocent way. We were happy and secure in our lives with our future ahead of us.

Our eighteenth birthdays fell in early June, right before High School Graduation. As a gift to celebrate our ascension into adulthood, our folks gave us matching cars and offered to pay for whatever college we wished to attend. Life was good. Just a few weeks later, however, our lives would be changed forever.


Mom and Dad had gone out for a day trip together. I was in our driveway, washing my new Mustang, when a police car pulled up. I don't fully rber their exact words, but they told me that both of our parents had died in an accident only a few miles from our home. The news struck me with a giant

thud.


I argued with them that they must be mistaken, I had just seen them leave only an hour before. It was then that Jessica appeared. Where I had reacted with anger and disbelief, she understood the gravity of the situation immediately. I will never be able to forget her pained, hysterical screams at hearing the

dreadful news.


The next few days were a blur of pain and sorrow. Only then did Jessica and I find out just how alone we really were. We had no other family. No grandparents to comfort us, no aunts or uncles to give us words of support in our time of need. Our own special relationship had gotten in the way of whatever friendships we might have started with others. Friends that would have otherwise been able to help us deal with our grief. At their funeral, only a few of our parent's friends and coworkers came to pay their last respects.


Mom and Dad were wealthy and had made plans for our security in the event that something happened to them. As a result, Jessica and I inherited a great deal of money. Enough to be sure that we would want for nothing. But they could not have predicted how much we needed the love which they could no longer give us.


On the night that our new lives began I was laying on my bed feeling the weight of my grief. It was the Fourth of July and the neighborhood was preparing for their Independence Day celebrations. The whole idea filled me with bitterness. Independence was the last thing I wanted to celebrate.


Jessica had been showering in the Jack and Jill bathroom we shared. After she finished, I

could hear her crying softly. It was a sad, lonely sound that penetrated my own morose feelings and brought out my concern for her. I knocked on the door and softly called her name.


"Jessica, are you okay? Do you need anything?"


I waited for a few moments but was answered only by more quiet sobs. I opened the door and saw Jessica curled up in the corner with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.


"I miss them soo much James, I miss them so much."


"I know. I do to."


I didn't know what else to say so I walked over and sat next to her. She leaned into me and I put my arms around her for comfort. We stayed there for a long while, holding each other and rbering better days. Eventually she stopped crying and relaxed fully against me. She had her head buried in my shoulder.


“I'm so afraid of being alone. Promise me you'll always be there for me James. Promise me..."


“I will Jess, We are family. Never forget that."

She felt very weak in my arms and, not wanting to leave her on the cold floor, I gathered her up and carried her to her bed. When I laid her down, the towel around her loosened, exposing her hips and thighs. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Jessica was. We may have been twins, but we look nothing alike. Whereas is I am over six feet tall with strong features and brown eyes, Jessica is barely over five feet and has the most incredible green eyes I have ever seen. Although I confess that I had, since graduation, fantasized about her, I never thought to pursue any of these fantasies. I believe that most young men who are lucky enough to live in a house with a beautiful sister will have experienced the same lewd desires that had gone through my head, but I would never have dreamed that any of them might soon come true. But once we had lost our parents, prior to this particular day, such thoughts

had been banished from my mind.


Still, there were times during those few short weeks when I would see her in a skimpy bikini, tight shorts, or a thin top with no bra underneath and I would find myself steeling glimpses of her and how her body had developed. Never the less, she was my sister and that's how I thought of her. It had all been completely innocent, but now, looking down at her long toned

legs and wonderfully curvaceous hips, I was taken aback at how alluring and sexy she really had become. She didn't seem to notice that she was partially exposed.


When she rolled over onto her back I could see her wispy pubic hair under the towel. I tried to look away, to make it seem as if I hadn't been starring at her. All at once, I was barrassed and ashamed. Good Lord, I thought, this is my sister I'm looking at! I shifted my gaze to her face, trying to act natural and brotherly. I hoped desperately that she hadn't noticed my weakness, or the erection growing inside my sweat pants! I started to turn away, intending to leave the room and the illicit temptation I was feeling when she took hold of my hand.


"James, you don't have to go. Please stay, I can't stand being alone right now!"


When she took my hand, her towel opened almost to her up to her breasts, but still she acted as if she didn't notice or care if I, her own brother, could see her naked body. I was caught completely off balance and didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to bolt from the room, to forget the thoughts I was having, but a growing desire to see where this played out demanded I stay. I just stood there, lusting for my sister and feeling like a dirty little boy. When she tugged on my hand and pulled me onto the bed next to her I didn't resist.


Jessica turned over onto her side with my chest against her back with only that damn towel and my own sweat pants separating us. She pulled my arm over her and laid my hand between her breasts. To my shame I was as aroused I had ever been. She was a vulnerable, stunningly beautiful young woman. My body no longer cared if we were twins, I was as hard as I could possible get.


Up to now I had been keeping my hips away from her, but she scooted closer to me and pressed her perfectly shaped ass right against my cock. For long moments neither of us spoke, Slowly Jess started to lightly move herself against my erection, until it was pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. Even as naive as I was, I knew that there was no way she didn't know what was happening! I was so frightened, afraid that our special bond would be destroyed by a foolish impulse, that I didn't dare move a muscle.


Fortunately Jessica suffered no such qualms. Feeling the trbles that passed through me she decided to make her intentions clear to even my confused mind. She opened the towel and placed my hand directly on her breast.


"It's okay James, you can touch me. If you want to..."


I didn't know what to say. Before this night, she had always just been my twin sister. Now, feeling her silken skin under my fingertips, I knew that our relationship had fundamentally changed. I gently fondled her breasts. Her brown areoles stood out starkly against her alabaster white skin, I watched her nipples harden into thick nubs as I rubed my palm over them. I began playing my fingers up and down her body, keeping my touch feathery light.


She shifted onto her back again and silently held my gaze. At that singular moment, we dared ourselves to push beyond the boundaries of family and into the realm of lovers. I leaned down and our lips found each other in the most amazingly passionate kiss I had ever experienced. She was my sister, but I wanted her desperately.


My concern was that she was only offering herself to me because of a feeling of insecurity and loss. I had to say something to let her know I loved her as a brother. I did want to make love to her, but only if she was absolutely sure.


"Jessica, I love you. I always have and I always will. You don't.....we don't have to do this, I'm not going to leave you."

She ran her hand over me, feeling my hardness through the soft material of

my sweat pants. She held me in her small hands, exploring my length. Her voice

was a nervous whisper.


"I've never touched one before." She sat up on her knees, still gently stroking me through my pants. She looked up at me again.


"A lot of boys have asked me out James, but I never wanted any of them. None of them interested me. You have had my love for as long as I can rber. I never really knew what that meant, but I do now. You’re the only man I will ever desire, the only one I could ever love."


I was touched to the core by her sentiment and wrapped my arms around her nude form. I realized that my love for my sister had never been so powerful.


She rested her head on my chest.


“I've saved myself for the right man, now I know that man is you, even if you are my brother. Maybe that makes me a sick, horrible person, but I don't care. I want you to be my first and only lover.”


“Please don't turn me away James, I couldn't bare it."


Tears were running down her face by then and I felt my own tears welling up in my eyes. I lifted her chin and kissed her once again. I had thought that she was probably a virgin, but hearing her say it, knowing that I was going to be her first, had my heart pounding so fast I thought I might faint right there!


Jessica lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stood up next to the bed to remove my pants but she held my hand to stop me.


"James, let me do it."


She slipped off the bed and knelt at my feet. Pulling my pants down, She took hold of my bare penis.


"Holy cow James, it's beautiful. It feels so......alive!" Taking hold of it she began stroking it slowly.


"It feels so hot".


She appeared mesmerized by it and, inch by inch, moved closer until her lips brushed against the head. She rubed it over her cheeks and kissed it lightly, leaving a tiny wet spot on the head of my mber.


She was driving me wild with desire and I was afraid that I would cum right in her face. When she opened her mouth and slid it over me I moaned loudly.


"Ooo yea sis, that’s soo fuckin' good!"


I brought my hands to her head and guided her motions, sliding my cock in until she could take no more and then withdrawing. After a few moments she settled on the slow pace I had set and sucked me with long steady strokes. Soon I had come to the end of my control.


"Jessica stop, stop or I'm not gonna be able to hold back!"


Jessica sucked me for a few seconds more then pulled her mouth off of my glistening wet rod.


"I'm not afraid of letting you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. But that can wait."


She lay back down on the bed and guided my prick toward her virgin pussy.


"Please, make love to me James. Take me and make me yours."


For a moment, I considered asking her to wait while I retrieved a condom from my room, but truthfully, at that moment I was willing to take the chance that she might get pregnant. She certainly didn't seem concerned. As it turned out later she wanted to have a baby with me.


As I lay between her slim thighs, I marveled again at her youthful beauty. She was lean and athletic, yet soft and delicate. I gently kissed her again, this time trailing my kisses down her neck. She wrapped her arms around me as I nibled her tender flesh. My hardness almost throbed with need, but I knew she had never been penetrated before. I was going to make her First Time be as wonderful and as painless as I could.


I slowly kissed my way down to her firm titties. When my mouth first sucked on one of her hardened buds her back arched off the bed


"Oh God James, that feels so nice."


Her breathing was becoming heavier and her body felt hot, almost fevered under me. I continued kissing and playing with her shapely breasts for a time, but I could tell she was becoming frustrated, wanting more. I kissed my way down her belly and finally down to her moist pussy.


"James, what are you going to....are you gonna kiss me there?!"


"Mmm yes I am. Trust me, your gonna love this!"



When my tongue flicked out and slid over her clit she almost screamed in pleasure. I began licking and nibling at her virginity and her hips began gyrating around. She tasted fresh and sweet. My tongue swirled and probed, caressing her most private of places. I became lost in our heated passions. Passions that we were both being consumed by. Jessica ran her hands through my thick hair, guiding me to the spots that gave her the greatest of pleasures. I gazed up at her and watched as she tweaked and pulled at her own hardened nipples.


Caressing her hips and thighs, I tried to go slowly, letting the feeling build within her. I could hear her breathing becoming deeper and felt her legs tense and flex at the pleasure of having her sex kissed so intimately. Within just a few minutes, her body tensed and jerked as she was enveloped by the first orgasm she ever experienced at the hand of another.


I knew the time had come and I could wait no longer. I moved up between her shaking thighs and rubed the head of my cock into the wetness of her cunt.


"Jessica, are you sure this is what you want? I'm your brother. We will never be able to take this back."


She opened her smoldering eyes. There was a fire within her, a hunger that would not be dissuaded.


"Yes, I've wanted this for soo long.... I want you so badly it hurts."


She reached between us and guided my cock to her unviolated entrance.


"Put it in me, I need to feel you inside me now!"


God help me I could no longer resist. I pushed in until the head of my cock slipped inside and bumped her barrier. She winced at the sudden contact and locked her ankles around my legs.


"I don't care if it hurts James. Don't stop. Make love to me."


I pumped a few times, just coating the tip of my solid cock with her moistness. My own precum was leaking and I was soon wet enough to slide in easily. I pushed forward hard, feeling her hymen snap as I slid deeply into her channel. She cried out in momentary pain and then accepted me into her womanhood.


The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was soaking wet, but incredibly tight. Her newly opened pussy griped me wonderfully. I leaned down on her body and kissed her while I started thrusting in and out. She held me close to her with her arms and legs, encouraging me to ride her to ecstasy.


"Oh yes James, you feel soo good inside me, you feel so good!"


She moaned loudly as I hit bottom and started bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts. We soon found our rhythm and bolts of pleasure shot through us.


Night had fallen and her room was suddenly illuminated be the exploding rockets from the celebrations outside. We were startled for a moment, overcome by the ironic appropriateness of the spectacle. The fireworks outside highlighted the love we were sharing and signaled the release of our sorrows. It seemed as if we had found Nirvana.


I soon started moving in her again, slowly and gently. Her hands caressed my back each time I slid forward. The look on her beautiful face was burned into my memory forever. Her green eyes held mine, as if she could see directly into my soul. Her mouth opened, her head thrown back slightly as if she could barely take the intensity of the moment. It was the look of rapture, of ultimate love.


Jessica rolled me onto my back, somehow managing to keep me buried inside. She began riding me, driving my lance deeper and deeper into her slit. We moved as one, reveling in the intensity of our lovemaking. When she spoke, it was as if her inner soul were bearing itself to me. The deepest sort of honesty one never shares with another.


"Love me James, you’re my brother and my love."


Her yearning tunnel pulled and squeezed on my cock as she gyrated her hips against me. Her movements became harder and more powerful as she bore down on me. I was speechless at this point, the sight of her lean, athletic body writhing and grinding upon me was mesmerizing. I cupped her breasts in both my hands and rolled her nipples in my fingers. My touch on her breasts sent her over the brink. Her thighs tightened around my hips and her whole body went ridged. Jessica threw her head back and moaned loudly as her orgasm crested. I could feel her contractions squeezing me as she came.


Finally, she collapsed on my chest. It was absolutely amazing. My arousal at this point was uncontrollable. I was about to roll her over again, determined to fuck her as hard as I could, but she stopped me with a deep, passionate kiss. When she rose up again, I could see the desperate hunger in her eyes. She started to ride me hard, her fingernails digging into my chest.


"Cum for me James, cum inside me and let me feel like a women should feel. I want it so badly. Oh my god, I'm fucking my own brother and I love it!"


Her words and the incredibly tight feeling of her newly opened vagina were too much for me to resist any longer. I grabed hold of her shapely hips and held her down upon me as I came, flooding her deepest recesses with my seed, the illicit seed of her own brother. It was the most erotic and exciting moment I have ever experienced even up to this very day.


Afterward, Jessica curled up in my arms and we held each other in the afterglow of our bliss until morning. We slept together the next night and every night hereafter. We eventually moved into the master bedroom and soon after conceived our own twin girls in the very same bed that we, ourselves, were conceived in eighteen years before.


Once Jessica told me she was pregnant, we decided to sell that house and

move to San Francisco. It was a chance to start anew, where nobody would know us. Where we could live as husband and wife without anyone suspecting the true nature of our relationship.


Our own girls are twenty years old now. They are both healthy and beautiful. We have never told them the truth about us, but if they do find out one day we will tell them that we love each other and this is the life that brought us happiness. We can only hope that they will understand.

A Story for my Wife

It feels so Big Now she said.




A Story for my Wife.


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I want to hear any and all sounds, words, moans and gasps you make as well as seeing the look on your face as you move yourself onto all 4's so another guy, with a 9 1/2" to 10" cock, can fuck your ass. I beleave it will go like this . . .



You look at me as your dropping your shoulders down onto the bed and wiggling your ass up high, and I see you looking like a woman full of lust. Then as you feel him crawling up behind you, firmly squeezing the cheeks of your ass, you gasp as you look up at me.



I know you'll gasp out loud and suck in air the very moment you feel the large head of his cock touching your overly excited asshole. But he catches you off guard by pushing 1/2 of his cock into your pussy and pulling it out all the way.



Your pussy spasms as he does this 3 or 4 times, pulling completely out each time. When he pauses for a few minutes, you look up at me and roll your eyes and I can tell your nervious, I can see that you are scared, yet excited.



And then as your feeling his hands rubing baby oil on the cheeks of your ass you begin gripping the mattress hard and when you feel him push the head of his cock in your asshole you make a low, yet deep moan and start 'Hissing' from breathing harder and harder.



He slowly pushes all of his 9 1/2" cock in your asshole and holds it there for a few moments. When you raise your head and look at me your eyes are 1/2 closed and your mouth is opened.



You look amazing to me, very erotic. Then your eyes open wide as he starts pulling his cock back out, All the way. He pauses a few seconds before pushing it back in again.



Now your taking all of his rock hard cock deep into your asshole; all of it. He starts a steady pumping action with his big cock in your ass. You are moaning and I notice that with each of his 'in' pushes you grip the mattress tighter. For almost 15 min. he fucks your ass. He pulls out and leans over and bites your neck as he rubs your pussy. Then he is teasing your ass with his fingers and working on your clit. 5 min. later he stops.



He moves back behind you and as he leans down on your back you feel his throbing cock bouncing on your asshole - I look at you as you softly say, "It feels so big now. Oh God . . ." He takes his right arm and wraps it over your right shoulder and reaches for your Left tittie and pulls you up a little.



Suddenly he bites your shoulder and nibles on your neck. He then says, "That was just a tease. Now I'm going to really fuck you. Ready?" Then with a squeeze on your tittie, and another bite on your shoulder, he thrusts his thick, hard cock deep in your pussy; Hard.



He gives you 5 thrusts then pulls out and quickly pushes his cock completely in your asshole. He put his hands on your shoulders (the top of them) and begins pumping your ass. With each forward thrust he pulls you into him from your shoulders.



And after 15 thrusts he pulls out and moves to your pussy and begins giving you several thrusts and then pulls out only to do the same in your asshole again .



He then stops and puts you on your back with a pillow under your hips and begins licking your pussy wildly. After you have another orgasm he crawls up and puts his cock between your titties.



You wrap your tits around his cock and he fucks your tits and soon squirts cum all over them, as well as on your neck. You rub his cum all over your titties like it was lotion and tell him how awesome it was to watch him cum like that.



My Sisters Kepper

It all started with a little fight...




Well I Guess I better start from the beginning. It actually happened a few months ago. It was Early June and as usual I helped my sister to our school in my car. You see I was 18 and my sister was only a year younger than me, so we were always close. We never kept anything secret from each other (apart from out private life of course). My friends always said my sister was hot but I never really noticed it and never thought I would. She was 5 foot 6 inches with 34D sized breasts. She had pure blue eyes just like me but her blond hair really made them stand out. But the thing was she never really wanted people to see that side of her and that’s what I liked about her. She never wore revealing clothing or tried to make herself stand out. Nope, she always seemed to wear sensible clothing and glasses that she didn’t really need.

But enough of that, as she got out of the car I noticed she looked over at the entrance and saw Jimmy James. Jimmy James was the school Jock and always seemed to get what he wanted. When she noticed he was there she seemed to slow down a little bit. ‘Is there something wrong?’ I asked ‘No, no nothing’ she replied As we never kept secrets from each other I believed her and let her leave the car. I got out the car and forgot I left my money on the floor in the car. ‘I’ll catch up with you in a minute’ I said She walked on while I entered in the car and started searching for my money. 5 minutes later I came up with $20. I grabed my books and closed the car door. I looked up to see where my sister was and that’s where it all started. I dropped my books and ran for the front entrance. Inside me I just lost it. Nothing seemed to matter. JIMMY JAMES WAS HARRASING MY SISTER! I could not just stand there and watch. She was my sister. He just can’t do that. I ran across the field as fast as I could and before I knew it I had tackled Jimmy to the ground and we were having a fist fight. I was all over him until his friends came. They kicked me, punched me and then picked me up and they held me upright. ‘You should not have done that you fucking prick, now you will pay! No one makes me bleed.’ Jimmy said. That when I realised I had picked a fight with the strongest guy in school. I was dead meat. He charged at me while I struggled to get out of the hold of his two friends. When I realised I was doomed, I closed my eyes and braced myself for impact.

When I opened my eyes I found myself on the floor out of breath. I looked up then felt the most painful punch on the side on my face. I spat out blood and stood up then realised Mr Upton (Our Principal) had apprehended Jimmy and his friends. ‘You go to the nurse’s office and Jen you take him! Jimmy you’re in big trouble’ ‘But I didn-’ ‘Not another word! Follow me!’ After Mr Upton took him to his office, Jen (my sister) picked me up and then whispered in my ear I’ll take care of you. After she said that I shuddered, I was so clueless and did not know what she meant by that.

My sister opened the medical room door and shoved me through it then closed the door behind her and dropped her binder in front of it. She told me to sit on the bed and take my shirt off. I wonder why because I had no cuts on my chest. ‘Why, there are no cuts on my chest?’ ‘Yeah, but they did give you a good kick in!’ ‘You’re right there.’ ‘But thanks for helping me back there it was really brave.’ ‘It’s alright, but you should have told me sooner.’ After that she did not reply she just looked at me and smiled. The light through the window made her hair glisten and I realised that her nipples were standing to attention just looking at me and a smile crept across my face. I felt intense just looking at her it was the first time I have felt like this about her or anyone for that matter. And then I felt my cock twitching and it felt so good.

She walked over to me and started rubing my stomach. ‘What you doing?’ ‘Checking for bruised bones’ I let her continue stroking my stomach. She let her hand run smoothly over my skin. She started from the top of my body and her hand just moved like a snake all over then she reached my lower stomach and my cock twitched again and grew about one whole inch. She looked up at me and just smiled. She finished rubing her hands over my stomach and let her hands drop. Her hand hit my cock and I winced. She stood up and let her leg slide in-between my legs a rub against my growing tool. She smiled and said, ‘So rubing your stomach turns you on, you fucking horny bastard!’ I chuckled at her remark but I guess she was right. At that moment she took off her glasses, threw them to the ground and started unbuttoning her shirt. ‘You took long enough,’ I told her. She walked up to me smiled and started French kissing me with her shirt half unbuttoned. Her lips were amazing, soft yet firm. ‘Wait a sec we will get caught’ ‘So what’ she said. So we continued our erotic kissing session with her tongue swirling in my mouth. It felt so fucking amazing. My cock grew from two inches into 6.5 in a matter Of seconds. Knowing she was my sister made it even hotter. She leaned on top of me and let her large tits squash up against my bare chest. I undid the rest of her shirt and threw it to the ground. I reached up to undo the strap of her bra when I heard footsteps. ‘Oh shit!’ I shouted ‘Looks like we have to wait until after school’ She told me seductively. That sent shivers done my spine and I blew a load in to my trousers. ‘Did I make you do that?’ She laughed as she noticed the wet patch on my trousers. ‘No, father Christmas who else?’ I snogged her again and tried putting my shirt on quickly when I heard the door handle come down…

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Shes saying .. what??!


My Friend had called me over to talk she said. She NEVER did that. Her brother was away and so was her dad. He usually lets me come over and we'd be alone playing some game or something. Well I guess you could say, we did. She told me to go into her room. I looked and I relieved to see her just sitting there staring at her wall.

"You wanted me to come over?" I said.

"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about the sleep over." She patted the bed next to her and I looked confused but shrugged and sat down. "Yeah I was confused too."

"Why?"

"Well, Are you using me??"

"Nooo?!"

"Well, I heard you." I looked confused

"Heard me doing whaat??"

"My brother" I became wide eyed.

I just sat there with my mouth wide open. I didn't know what to do. I just got to careless when we were doing it and I moaned louder then I should have. All I just rbered was me seducing him but then it turned around. It made me horny and my mouth finally went shut. Then I just bit my lip. She was staring at me the whole time. I looked back over at her. She started to kiss me but I shoved her away and she went after me again. She kept doing it until I broke and I started kissing back because I couldn't take it. I kissed back and I made sure she was horny too. I moved my hand right down on her mound and started to rub. She leaned back and I laid on top of her. She moaned at me and that made me go wild. I rubed her mound harder. She moaned louder when ever she could breath which was almost never.

She shoved me away finally just to breath. I stared at her with the same lust as I did her brother. I felt so ashamed because I was cheating on him with his sister. Which took away from it a little but I still wanted her and I knew now she wanted me. She grabed my shirt and pulled me back down. I rubed her mound still and she moaned. Then she rubed up under my shirt and felt my . I gave a sound out and she squeezed them softly and I moaned. She ripped off my shirt and I kept rubing her mound. She was getting wet, I could tell. I shoved away from her.

"Hehe," I giggled "you want me?"

"YES!" she screamed while she panted.

"I wanted you wayyy before."

I pulled off her pants in a hurry but I didn't take off her panties yet. This gave me more of an access to her mound. I rubed it hard. She moaned so loud. I smirked at her and she looked wide eyed at me.

"You never had a woman before, have you?"

"I wanted it to be you." She said proud. " I never knew if you would come around though."

I pulled off her panties then started to lick down by her slit. Her clit was growing with hope to get licked. I teased it. She moaned like she was so content with something. She was wet alright and I licked it all up before I started licking her clit slowly and with the tip of my tongue. She shivered and I loved it. I rubed it harder and she moaned. It made me wet and I licked even harder. Mmm, it was so good and she moaned so loud that the window shook. I grinned and I started whipping her clit with my tongue. She jerked and moan so I grabed her ass and just kept on licking. She orgasmed and cummed right in my face. I licked it all up. I let her relax a bit.

"You like that?"

"oooohhh yessss, It feels so good" She panted this all out.

I grabed her ass when she least expected it and started licking as fast and as hard as possible. I felt like a dog lapping up all that cum. She jerked around and I just jerked her back. She moaned and screamed. She told me to stop but I acted like I didn't hear her. The whole room shook and I orgasmed just making her doing it all the time. I peeked up through the window and we hadn't shut the blinds. I looked wide eyed and I just kept licking the mess up. Her brother was staring in at us. At first he seemed made but then he looked pleasured. It made me want even more. She tried to push me away but she couldn't sit up. I licked harder and harder. I stopped and looked up. Her brother was gone. She laid panting.

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed.

"I thought you wanted me." I rubed her clit and it popped. I grinned. She shuddered and looked confused. "It looks like you popped. Don't worry it'll be fine you'll just have a scar for a bit."

"Why did you do that. I was so scared."

"Don't ask if you can't take it."

I put her pants and panties on her and she slowly got up and waddled around. I could tell she was in alittle pain but what can't a little pain do? I knew we'd do it sometime later. I just didn't know when. I wanted her to heal up before I did it again. I slowly went out of her room and her brother was nowhere to be found. So I shrugged and just walked home. Maybe later I can explain myself to him.

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Mutual Masturbation

Dad and daughter masturbate for each other.


I am a married man who has taken up erotic literature as a hoby. I enjoy writing about some of the exciting sexcapades that have occurred in my life. I also enjoy probing the recesses of my imagination to write fictional tales. Writing these types of stories keeps me horny and my wife has reaped the benefits of my increased libido, yet she doesn’t know about my hoby. Nor does she know that she has been the subject of a few of my tales. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt me.


I have four daughters, the youngest of which, Emma, is seventeen years old. She, along with my nineteen year old daughter Melissa still lives at home with me and my wife. I’ve treated them with respect and calmly explained things to them when they had questions. I took particular care to explain about the birds and the bees, masturbation, nudity and to be proud of their bodies. It is common for them to move from one room to the next while wearing minimum clothing or none at all. On the same token, they have also seen me and my wife nude on several occasions. I believe it has been my calmness over the issue that led them to believe nudity is nothing to be barrassed about. Although my family is not a nudist family, it’s safe to say we are very comfortable seeing each other nude.


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I typically wear a robe with nothing underneath. This way I get the feeling of nudity without flaunting my nudity in front of my family. One night I was in my study writing a story about a married couple who invited their swinging neighbors over for dinner and fun in the spa. I got to the point where they had swapped partners and were enjoying each other’s spouses. After a few hours of writing, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a cocktail and a snack. As I walked down the hallway back toward my study, I noticed Emma’s bedroom door was ajar. I rbered that I left my study door open and a sinking feeling came over me at the thought that my daughter went into my study and discovered my writing on the computer screen. I crept toward the study door and peeked in. Sure enough Emma was reading my story. ‘Crap’ I thought to myself. What do I do now? I retreated to the kitchen where I was able to gather my thoughts and develop a plan. I gulped my cocktail and made a fresh one.



After several moments of thought I realized that the cat was out of the bag and I hoped that Emma was mature enough to respect my hoby. If I taught her anything in life it is that people are different and to respect their differences. I gulped down the second cocktail and created a third. I decided to walk back into the study and confront her with patience, humility and honesty. I would answer any questions she had about my hoby and encourage a dialogue so that I could get a sense of how she felt about it. I started back toward the study, sipping my cocktail.



As I got to the study door, I again peeked in and saw that Emma was still standing in front of the computer screen. She wore a tank top and sweat pants with the word PINK across her butt. Emma leaned forward with her left hand on the desk. I watched her read for several seconds and noticed that her right arm was slowly moving in rhythm. I looked closer and saw that her right hand was in front of her and she was rhythmically rubing her crotch. Now I was barrassed again. Not for me this time, but for Emma. Should I walk into the study unannounced? No, that would barrass her for certain. Once again I retreated to the kitchen. As I thought about what Emma was doing I found myself becoming aroused. My dear sweet Emma was aroused by one of my stories. In a weird way, I could say that I had aroused Emma.



The longer I thought of Emma rubing herself the harder my erection got. I looked down and saw my hard-on pushing my robe away from my body. If anyone saw me now there would be no hiding it. But I didn’t care. Knowing my daughter was in my study masturbating made me want to go back and watch her. I returned to the study and peeked around the corner. Emma was now sitting in the chair with her legs spread vigorously rubing her crotch as she read my story. I stood at the doorway, moved my robe so my cock was now exposed, put my hand around my hard shaft and began to mimic Emma’s rhythm. I let out a soft moan to which Emma turned and saw me. She watched me rubing my cock and she didn’t miss a beat. She continued to masturbate as she slowly turned the swivel chair. She was now facing me. Her legs were spread and her hand was down the front of her sweatpants. Almost as if it were planned, we continued to masturbate for each other.



Emma brought her knees up and put the heels of her feet on the chair. This caused her sweat pants to pull tight and I saw the outline of her hand at her crotch. I clearly saw her middle finger moving in and out of her pussy. Emma didn’t take her eyes off my hard cock as I moved my hand up and down its shaft. In turn, I didn’t take my eyes off her hand rubing her pussy. As we watched each other masturbate I felt the pressure building and it wouldn’t be long before I shot my cream. I didn’t care if I had to clean it up later. The last thing I wanted was for Emma to stop masturbating before I shot my load.



Emma continued to look at my cock and she had a look of desire in her eyes. The faster I stroked my cock, the deeper it seemed that Emma plunged her finger into her pussy. Her breathing was getting faster and harder which caused me to rub faster. I felt that I was going to cum and I began to moan. “Oh God! Honey, watching you is going to make me cum,” I said in an out-of-breath voice. At that, Emma lifted her ass off the seat and slipped her pants to her ankles. She then continued to finger herself. This time, there was nothing to block my view. Her pussy was cleanly shaven and very wet. As she plunged her finger into her pussy she took her other hand and began to rub her clit. “Mmmmmm,” Emma moaned. She continued to look at my cock while she rubed her clit faster and faster. “Oh yeah! I’m cummmming,” Emma exclaimed! At that she let out a loud groan and lifted her ass off the chair. She continued to quickly rub her clit while she drove her finger into her pussy with force time and time again. A stream of love juice flowed out of her pussy and onto her ass cheeks.



I couldn’t hold back anymore and I shot my hot load in Emma’s direction, but it didn’t hit her. We both feverishly masturbated until each of our climaxes subsided. I milked every drop out of my cock and watched it drip onto the floor. Emma never lost sight of my cock and even now, she watched as I milked it dry. Emma sat for a minute or two longer so she could catch her breath. She stood and pulled her pants up. She walked to me and gave me a very strong hug. I returned the hug and said, “Emma, I don’t know what happened or why but…” Emma interrupted by saying, “Shhh. It’s O.K. All my life you’ve said it was normal to be nude. That masturbation was a natural thing to do. We even walk around the house nude sometimes.” I replied, “Yeah, and what’s your point?” “My point,” Emma responded, “is that if all those things are natural, why wouldn’t it be natural to share such a wonderful experience with the people you love the most?” In a way, Emma seemed to make sense. I’ve told her and her sisters all their lives that it’s normal to masturbate. That nudity is natural and I think I even said, “If God wanted us to wear clothes, we would have been born with clothes.” I didn’t know how to respond so I held Emma in a loving hug. “Thank you, daddy,” Emma said. “I’ve never felt closer to you than right now.”



When Emma and I released our hug I couldn’t help but ask, “Em, my curiosity has the better of me and I’d like to know something.” “What’s that, daddy,” Emma asked. “Have you and your sisters ever masturbated together, like we did today?” Emma replied, “Of course we have and we love it. In fact, we know where you publish your stories on the internet and we read them. Your stories are very hot.” I was dumbfounded and after a few seconds of silence I asked, “How did you know?” Emma giggled and said, “Today is not the first time you left your computer on. About a year ago you had just got done publishing a story on the website and you left the room. I saw the website name and your screen name. From that point Melissa and I read your stories, as well as some of the others on the website.” I hesitantly asked, “Does your mother know?” Emma grinned and said, “Yup.” I moaned as if my final secret had been discovered. I thought for a moment and naturally wanted to know if my wife and daughters had masturbated for each other, but I thought it best not to ask. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to find out myself.



Miss Hot Shot








I only come into this dive of a bar for one thing and that's not the beer. I want to get another look at that cute little blonde barmaid, the one that works the early evening shift when things are quiet.

Steffanie her name is and I'm planning on making a move on her soon, invite her out, give her the full charm and then fuck her the first chance that I get. Simple enough plan, but this girl isn't the easy lay that I've been told to expect by a mate who'd heard about her years ago.

I've already established there's no one special guy in her life and hasn't been for a long, long time, if ever by the sound of it. She's not playing the field either, I've seen her turn down every offer she gets from guys at the bar and she gets quite a few.

They all get so far, think they've won her over, then get blown out with some lame excuse when they invite her on a date. I'm not making the same mistake, I'm going to get to know her a whole lot more, take my time and be as certain as I can be that she'll take me up on my offer of a night on the town. That's if I ever pluck up the courage to ask her.

I know for sure she likes me, she always sidles over my way for a chat when she's got nothing much to do. I've poured on the flattery about how hot I think she is, teased her rotten about bending over in that short little skirt she seems to live in. She loved that, she lapped up the attention and even blushed when I told her she's got great legs.

I've got to ask her soon, I'm getting tired of jerking off so much thinking about what I'd like to do with her. I need the real thing, need to feel her wet pussy taking my dick as I fuck her. Trouble is, the more I get to know her the more I like her, I'm looking for more than just a quick fuck from her now, I want the whole girlfriend thing.

Over two weeks this has been going on and I can't stand it any longer. I'm going to take my chances and give her the question tonight. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, except I can't believe just how nervous I am about asking her. I keep telling myself she's just a barmaid, a slut with a reputation that's not worth the trouble. I only wish I could believe it.

This time when I walk in there's no one else in the place and she's not behind the bar like usual, the fat landlord is. Steffanie's over by the pool table knocking the balls around by herself. She looks sexier than ever, bent over taking aim, I even get a flash of her panties when she's got her back to me.

She hasn't noticed me come in, I get a beer and stand watching her a while longer. She's a good little player, each ball she goes for she pots nice and clean. Between shots she dances around to the disco music she's got playing. I can feel my dick getting stiff at the sight of her.

When she notices me there's no denying that her face lights up, no doubt she's pleased to see me, so I go over.

"Hi there hot shot," I greet her with.

"Hi Pi, how you doing?"

"Better for seeing you gorgeous."

"Hmm," is all I get in response from her.

I ask her how come she's not working and she tells me she's finished early tonight, she's just killing time until her sister shows up to meet her. Sister eh? this should be something worth seeing.

"Fancy a game?" she asks, "best of three?"

"Sure."

"Play you for a fiver," the cocky little bitch bets me.

I'm being hustled by the object of my desires, I like her nerve, a fiver's a lot to her because I know she's not got much dosh. I think this is my chance, I can see just how much she likes me by upping the stakes.

"Let's play for something else," I suggest to her.

"What then?"

"A date. I win and you come out with me," and she smiles at that.

"What if I win?" she asks.

"A tenner?"

"You're on," she says.

We set up the balls for a new frame and toss a coin to see who'll break off. I do, and smash the triangle of red and yellow balls all over the table with the black ending up over a top pocket. Be an easy finish if it stays there.

I've served my time on the pool tables and can match her shot for shot judging by what I saw her doing earlier. Except now that she's got a real game on those balls aren't just going in, they're flying in, and she's getting the cue ball finishing in position for the next shot each time as well.

She's got a weakness though, her lack of height means she struggles to make the shots when the white's in the middle of the table. Quite a site for sore eyes watching her taut little butt sticking up as she tries, and misses, an important shot. But I'm too busy dreaming of fucking her to take advantage of her miss. I fluff a sitter and leave her to clean up the table with no problem.

One - nil to Steffanie.

"So where you taking me for our date then?" she asks, laying it on with the sarcasm.

She thinks she's got no chance of losing now, she's chuckling away to herself and giving me lots of cheek. I've got to fuck this girl more than ever now, get some sort of control over her, get her sucking my dick like a slut when I tell her to. That's what I want, a cute little slut like Steffanie as my girl.

"I thought the Jazz Room, it's laid back and quiet in there. We could talk some."

"I'm bored already," she says, keeping up with her cheeky remarks.

She breaks off this time and is straight in. Pots half the yellows and our date is fast looking pretty unlikely. I can play mean though when it's my turn, roll the white up behind a red so there's no shot on for her. Not exactly in the spirit of the game but these are high stakes.

She pulls a cross face when she sees what I've left her with, plays off three cushions in hit and hope but misses all the yellows. An extra free shot is all I need. Now we're equal at one game all.

"So what should I wear to the boring Jazz Room then?" she asks, not worried by the score.

"Come as you are," I tell her, "maybe lose those flats for some heels."

"No problem," she says. "Anything else?" She's teasing me now so I play along.

"Maybe a nice pair of stockings on those sexy legs of yours."

"Bit pervy are we?" she replies, still with a smile though.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No. What sort of stockings do you like?"

"You for real?"

"Sure I am, I want to know what you go for."

Christ, it took about three months before I had this conversation with my last girlfriend Cathy. When I did tell her it made no difference, she wore the sexy stuff I like once and was as cold as a fish about doing it. Steffanie's not even my girl and she's getting me to open up about my fantasies already.

"Well since you asked, I like the old fashioned nylons."

"What, with a fancy garter belt?"

"Yeah, I like all the straps and the clips, really sexy don't you think?"

"Very, I've got those, I like wearing stockings."

"In a skirt that short?"

"It's long enough," and she lifts her skirt a little to show where the tops of her stockings would be.

My cock has sprung up like nobody's business. The little slut is doing a first rate job of prick teasing me and I'm a sucker for it. She'll pay for this in the bedroom if I ever get the chance, I'll slam my big fat cock right up her pussy and have her squealing and begging for more.

"So that's what you'll wear then?" I ask her.

"Sure, except I won't be needing to will I?" and she nods at the table.

"Your break," she says.

Little bitch, now she's upped the stakes I'm going to feel so shit if I lose. I'm one frame away from my destiny with Steffanie and she's made the prize all the more tempting. If I do get her out she'll be as good as mine, just a little more charm and I'll be cupping those firm little tits of hers in my hands. Feeling inside her panties for the cunt that I'm longing for.

"You're not going to win you know," she tells me. "I've hardly been trying up until now."

She's not kidding, I've seen a few good girl players before but she's something else. Spinning and skewing that cue ball around the table like she owns it.

"I'm good with balls aren't I?" and she's really taking the Mickey now.

I've still got a chance though, too many balls are in tough positions for her to make a long break. She plays safe for the first time and doesn't do a good job of it. I catch up, I do more than that, a lucky smash and all my reds are suddenly on. I just need to keep it together and I can finish her off in one go.

Oh shit, shit, shit. I'm thinking about her pussy too soon again and miss the black. She's still got a lot to do though, I could still win. She taps a corner pocket with her cue. She's not going for that shot is she? A double off the top cushion and down the full length of the table when she could play safe.

She makes it and I can't believe it. She's dancing around and tells me to get my tenner ready. Says she'll have a cosy night in with her sister while I'm in the Jazz Rooms all by myself. All that's left her now is a straight black to finish. It's a long shot but with her skill she'll have no trouble as long as she screws the cue ball back.

"Tough luck Pi, maybe another time," and she's rubing it in.

As expected the black flies straight in. Match over. No date.

But wait, what's the silly slut done? There's far too much back spin on that cue ball, it's heading straight back for the pocket. She knocks it away with her hand before it gets chance to sink, then slams her cue down in frustration.

"Oh fuck," she says.

There's a mass celebration going on in my mind, crowds cheering and fireworks going off. Be cool though Pi.

"You free tonight then?" I ask her.

"For you I am, I mean I..." and she realises what she just said. Too late, the first chink in her armour has just been revealed.

"Meet you back here at nine?"

"OK."

"You will show up?" I ask her.

"Course I will. We had a bet didn't we?" making out that's the only reason she's coming.

The sister arrives, a few years older but just as hot. She's more sophisticated than my new date but a whole lot more reserved. They don't stop long enough for me to get to know her much and they're giggling and whispering together as they leave. They both look my way as they head out the door and Steffanie smiles and waves. My cocks throbing so hard it hurts.

Two hours later I'm back in the bar waiting for my date to turn up. I'm on an ego trip when she finally walks back through that door. She's gone for the heels and stockings like she said she would, looks so fucking sexy she does and I'm covering my crotch when I stand up to greet her.

"Wow, don't you look good?" I tell her.

"I do don't I?" and she does a little twirl for me.

She sits down at my side, careful to make sure her skirt covers what it needs to. Bless the little darling, she's wearing that stuff to please me. I've got her hooked, no point in messing about all night, I'm going to reel her in straight away.

"You wore the stockings then?"

"Yes."

"Because I asked you to?"

"Yes, do you like them?"

"Love 'em. Did you get aroused putting them on?"

"Yes," she replies.

"Are you aroused now?"

"Yes," and she writhes her hips a little on the seat. She's dying for it.

"So you going to let me kiss you then?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

And I kiss my future wife for the first time and fuck her an hour or so later...



... Oh at last he kissed me. I never thought he was going to get around to even asking me out. I was going nuts and beginning to think he might be gay. I was holding out for a decent guy for once and hadn't been fucked for months. After he showed up I was gagging for him after a few days of meeting him.

But he wouldn't ask the question so I thought I'd tease him along, whip him at pool and then drop big hints about a date to mend his silly male pride. I knew I could beat him easy, I was a hot shot in those days. Misspent youth and all that.

I knew he was there all along, wiggling my sexy butt his way to get him going. The bet for a date was a nice touch on his part and a bonus. I had to let him win though and he still won't believe I threw that last shot, or won't admit it more like.

I liked the stockings thing, knew then he was kinky and I was so turned on wearing them on a first date. I intended teasing him a bit longer but there was no fooling him anymore. We had our first kiss, we were in our own little world and didn't care about all the folks around us. He told me how much he'd been dreaming of this moment, how much he wanted me as his girlfriend. It was music to my ears.

He told me we needed to make love and I agreed, but he said that there was something he had to do first. I wondered what he meant, he told me:

"I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, it's been driving me crazy."

"So, before we make love, I've got to fuck you, I mean really, really fuck you."

I laughed at his honesty and because I felt the same way. So we went back to his place and boy did he fuck me. He had me all ways with that lovely big cock of his. I even let him cum in my mouth on that first night together. I was worried I'd blown more than his cock then.

"You're not going to dump me now are you?"

"No chance Babe, we're meant for each other."

He was right. And we've had twelve happy years together to prove it.



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A guy brings his wife to be punished and he gets punished too.



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I have had to alter names and the location in order to preserve the anonymity of the couple involved.


The couple actually contacted me through an advert that I run on Vivastreet, after a phone call we met up at my house. We agreed to play out a scenario whereby the wife had overspent on the couples’ credit card and the husband Falak had brought her to me to see if a session of being punished would change her opinion. Aarti was very subdued when she arrived, I told her why she was here and what would happen to her, she agreed that she should be punished but felt that it was her husband’s job to punish her not a stranger. Falak told her that as he had punished her in the past and she still had not changed her attitude, he had now brought her to me her to me to see if my punishment would alter things.


Aarti was wearing western clothes of a skirt, and top which surprised me and I told her that if she came to me in future she would have to be dressed in a traditional Indian sari to which she agreed she agreed.


I got Aarti to bend over my knee and I raised her skirt, I got Falak to pull down and remove her knickers, I often do this, it is my way of telling him that he is to show his wife to me. I brought my hand down hard on her bare ass, I find that if I start with a few hard spanks to show who is boss I can back off a little later and gauge how things are progressing. I gave Aarti 20 spanks with my hand during which time she was crying out, it appeared that she was moaning in between the spanks and the aroma coming from her cunt told me that she was enjoying this as much as I was, indeed Falak had a rather large bulge in his trousers so he was turned on as well.


I got Aarti to stand up and remove her skirt completely, I then bent her over a spanking bench that I have and got Falak to hold her arms. I go out a medium weight rattan cane and started to rain down on her ass, I gave her 6 hard ones by which time she was crying out in pain but I saw the she was dripping wet.


Aarti had told me prior to the meeting that she wanted to see Falak caned as well, I do not normally cane men and I certainly do not spank them however, they both agreed that it was only right that Falak should be punished as he had failed to insure the car and only some very fast talking, the flashing of her knickers and administering a blow job had prevented Aarti getting done for no insurance by the Police.


I was all set to cane Falak over his trousers but Aarti insisted in taking his trousers and boxers down, he bent over the bench I I gave him 20 Hard strokes of the cane, as soon as I was finished Aarti climbed on the bench and said to Falak “ You can watch as Pete fucks me hard, you will have no sex for a week for what you have put me through”


I dropped my trousers and pushed my hard cock deep into Aarti, I noticed that Falak’s erection returned, but he had to be content to play with himself whilst I thoroughly fucked his wife.



Oh to Sister Mary Rose

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Oh to Sister Mary Rose


This all started when Tommy “my buddy” throws some clay during art class and it stuck to the caulk board. Being the best buddy a guy could have, he points right at me, when Sister Mary Rose said “Who just throw this clay?!” I wasn’t even paying attention one bit when Tommy thrown it. It was quit a shock when Sister Mary Rose yanked me out of my chair by my shirt collar. She march me out of the room down the hall to her office, she push me in and shut the door locking it behind her, I knew I was in deep shit.


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Now I wasn’t a saint by any means in school, and took a little pride in messing with Sister Mary Rose in the past. It wasn’t any surprise she was pissed at me. She ordered me to walk over to her as she set down at her desk chair, “We’ve been here before“she says. I had my mouth smacked, knuckles cracked with a ruler, even spanked by her, but the look in her eyes was an all time pissed off look, even for me. She reaches over for her paddle and tells me to down my paints. Holy shit I thought, this is going to hurt. I stood there in a bit of shock so she repeated herself and this time add “Your underwear too”.


I undid my belt and unsnapped my paint, pulled them down underwear too. I stood there butt naked in front of her, she took a quick look at my penis and told me to lay across her lap. I don’t mind telling you I was scared to death, I put my hands on her knee as I leaned forward and then laid down on her lap. My penis rubed up against her skirt and the material felt good as my penis slide along down her thigh. There I was with my ass in the air waiting for that first crack of the paddle. To my surprise Sister Mary Rose took her hand and rubed my ass very softly in small circles both cheeks. This was making my penis start to move, it felt just as good as her skirt did.


Then came the crack, but not with the paddle. It was with her hand, and another and another. I lost count about six or so I think, because I had noticed my penis was hard, making me rub against her thigh every time she smack my bare ass. My mind was spinning I didn’t know what to feel pain or pleasure. About the tenth smack we’ll say, her hand smacked my balls, I guess my legs had separated a bit with each smack. Now that hurt! I jumped up saying “You smacked my balls” as I reach around with my left hand to rub them, this put my hard dick right at her face.


Sister Mary Rose was shock herself and began to apologize for hitting them, “Oh my lord child, I’m so sorry, let me see them” she says putting her hands on my hips to turn me around. I’m sure they were as red as my ass was. She kept apologizing and told me to bend over for her to get a good look at them. All the sudden I felt her hand softly rubing them, that felt so good and made my dick rock hard, I didn’t want her to stop. She then told me to turn around and started to apologize some more but she stopped in mid sentence when she saw my hardon bouncing. I had never had it throb like that before, it was so damn hard I though it was going to bust.


She sat there with her mouth open, I was waiting for her to finish her sentence. More to my surprise and liking her grabed my hardon and leaned over and put it in her mouth. SWEET MOTHER OF GOD! I had never felt anything in my life feel so good! I learned later this is a blow job, and a great one at that. She slowly took more in her mouth and then pulled her head back. I thought that would be it but no, and thank god she was not finished with my at all. She kept this motion up putting more and more of my cock in her mouth, she was trying to take the whole thing in. she gagged at first than she slowly pushed her head to me and my whole cock was in her mouth.


This I also learned is a deep throat, me like. She had to take her hand off of me in order to swallow my cock, with one hand on my hip helping me fuck her mouth, the other was softly rubing my balls. After a few minute of this treatment I felt something stranger in my balls I thought it was because she was rubing them, well it seems that was helping the felling. The next thing I know all of muscles in my crouch are freaking out. Sister Mary Rose pulls her mouth off my cock as I saw it shooting white juice like stuff out, hitting her in the face. There was a bunch still in her mouth as well. What the hell is going on, this too I learned was shooting your wad. Sister Mary Rose seemed to be possessed with this white stuff licking her mouth and my cock all over, she was moaning the whole time I later rber.


After we both calmed down and she regained her composer, she told me we’re to never speak of this and I would not be punished for it. For me, my head was still in the clouds, I would have agreed to anything, plus I had no way of knowing just what went on just now. “Sure I won’t tell anyone, I promise” “Good, now pull up your paint and go straight back to class, rber not a word” she said while waving her finger at me.



I Love My Elder Sister



I am 24 i am 5'9 tall, fair complexion & have an average physique. My family includes my mom, dad & my elder sis about whom my story evolves. her name is sonu, she is 26, wheatish in complexion, 5'3 tall & her figure is slightly plump(38/32/40), but the most attractive part of her body is her huge round fleshy butts & her perfectly shaped boobs which fascinated me very much.

Now the incident which I am gonna share with u all is a real incident which happened between me & my didi sonu a month ago. I don't know how many of u post real incidents here, but believe me friends, this is hardcore truth. Now its up to u whether u will believe it or not. This incident changed the way of my life. I & my sonu didi were always very close to each other, we were frank about everything, and we never fought as other bro-sis do. I don’t quite rber since when some sort of feelings started to grow in my mind which is taboo in our society. Obviously I couldn't share this with didi. My conscience always cursed me for this but I couldn't help it. Whenever I used to get chance I used to look at her boobs or her ass but certainly I didn’t let her know anything regarding this.

She has a boyfriend with whom she cannot adjust well & she often gets offended for him. But whenever I be with her I strive to make her happy. Deep down in my heart I started to realize that my love for her is certainly not the usual love that other brothers have for their sisters. I couldn't gather that much courage to share my feelings for her with anyone. I also felt that she might be not feeling the same for me as I felt for her.

But nearly 6 months ago when I was surfing the net in my pc I checked the history items (all the sites visited are displayed here) where I found this site, I was quite amazed about it coz in my house no one touches the computer except me & sonu and I had deleted all the History Items before leaving, so it must be my sis who visited this site. I felt very happy coz I realized that she also had the fantasies hidden in her mind which she never exposed before.

My dream of fucking my own sis appeared as a reality for me. It was then just waiting for the right moment which finally came. Yes friends, it really happened a month ago. It was 9th of July. My mother went to my aunt's house in the evening and told that she will return next morning.

I felt that it wouldn't be a normal night for me to be with my sis alone in home as my dad is transferred to trichy for his job. My temptation was at the highest level coz I felt it was the golden chance for me to make my sis my very own. The time seemed to have elongated for me as I waited eagerly for the night to come.

We had our dinner at 10:30 & then watched TV. I couldn't concentrate at the program going on, all I could concentrate about was how would I start off with didi. I started to think about an excuse for sleeping with her. Suddenly out of nothing I spoke out, "sonu, I wanna sleep with u". She asked me, “why?" in surprise as if she was not at all ready to hear this sort of question. I said, "no, don’t get me wrong, actually I need to have a chat with u." she gave a naughty smile and said, “I was with u for so long and u didn't say anything, suddenly what's so important matter came to your mind that u need to say?" I kind of arrogantly said, “no I just wanna sleep with u, that’s all." she said laughingly,” all right there's no problem, u wont bite me, yeah?" I replied nothing. I was just staring at her face.

She was looking dam sexy and everything she was saying or doing seemed very sexy to me. She was wearing a nighty of chiffon material which made her look more sexy than ever. Finally she went to bed and called me as I was in verandah for smoking. A strange reaction of every sort of feeling was going around my mind and I was dying out of excitement. Her bed was for a single person and it was really narrow for two people to lie on.

However I went switched off the light, already I had a huge erection as I moved on to the bed. She asked,” now tell me, what u had to say." I was taken aback by hearing this as there was nothing that much important to say. I just thought for a second and told her about an incident regarding my friends which never really happened. She didn't understand that I was lying.

She suggested me many things regarding that. Whatever she was saying was going above my head as I was just thinking how I would approach towards her. I thought when she would be asleep I could do whatever I wanted to do. Naturally after say 30 mins of gossiping she fell asleep. I just waited for this, I was so much excited, that my heart beat was prominently heard in the total num silence around us. I slowly pulled her nighty up to her belly portion.

And kept my hands on her butts over her panties. Her butts was so fleshy that I cant describe. Impressed them hard and then moved onto her boobs. Her big juicy fleshy and soft boobs didn't fit into my palm. She was wearing a bra which I opened in a instant. As she was sleeping sideways by facing her back towards me, I didn't have any difficulty in opening that. I was not scared at all in doing these as because I knew my sis also had sex & incest on her mind as she was a regular reader Incest Sites. After I opened her bra I pulled her nighty further up to her boobies.

Oh my god, her boobs were so soft that I pressed them as hard as I could. Then at the same time I opened my Bermuda and took out my monster dick and pressed them on her butts. there wasn't even a inch gap between us. The panty she as wearing was the obstacle which I removed very quickly and placed my dick on the partition of her buttocks. They were soft like anything. And out of sheer pleasure I started to speak in a low voice," oh! Didi u r the best girl of my life, I love u so much, I cannot forget u " and all sort of things. Suddenly out of surprise she turned towards me and asked,” what the hell do u think u r doing, ha?" I didn’t think to answer that as I couldn't answer anything.

I just thought if I can arouse her a bit she would be mine as she was not that pivotal anymore. Seeing my silence she was going to say something as I pressed her mouth and kissed her. I gave her a French kiss, and stared at her a bit. Her face was like goddess for me at that time and under the moonlight coming out of the window her eyes looked sexier than ever. I felt she was not innocent any more.

She placed her hands in my bare chest and asked only,” since when?" I replied ," since I understood the meaning of love." she reluctantly said ,"but this is wrong." I said ,"who are we to decide what is wrong or not?" by saying this she hugged me tightly and said, "yeah only u r the one with whom I share every thing, so only u can fulfill my desires." a chill ran down my spine as I heard these words from my sonu didi. Hugged her tightly and we kissed each other.

She was so passionate while kissing that I realized that she also had the same love for me as I had for her. She used a perfume which turned me on very much and I totally forgot the relation between us. I kissed her madly and squeezed her boobs . She took off her nighty and threw it on the floor licked her boobs, caressed her nipples which was absolutely hard and awesome. I gave a bite on her nipples and she was moaning out of pleasure. I moved onto her feet and started licking her legs and her white silk smooth thighs and finally reached her vagina which seemed to be the doorway of heaven for me.

A raw smell came out of her pussy which turned me mad. I licked her clit just like a dog. She was moaning very loudly which just seemed to have my best hearing in my life. I still couldn’t believe that all I was doing was with my adorable sonu didi about whom I fantasized. She had a orgasm after about 20 mins. I thought this was the right time to insert my 8'cock into her pussy. I took my dick and inserted into her pussy, by doing this she hold me tightly and her nails pricked my shoulders.

I felt the excitement and pleasure she had. I gave her strokes which she excepted with great enjoyment. I felt she wasn't a virgin. Very abusive words came out of my mouth which I don't wanna share. As I was fucking her I pressed her soft butts and her boobs which were looking like heaven. After around 25 mins I felt I was to cum.

I took out my penis as I wasn't wearing a condom, and I knew the consequences of comming inside her pussy. as I took out my dick she got up and held my dick in her hand and licked the bulge of mu dick. She didn't utter a single word except moaning for so long. But now she said, "bhai your dick is far better than shri(her boyfriend)." I was going to say something when suddenly she took it into her mouth and started sucking it. It was beyond my wildest dreams that she would do this, as when I had sex with my ex-gf she refused to give me blowjo and now my own sis was doing this. I realized what a slut she was. It was the happiest moment in my life so far.

She sucked it as if she was a porn star. I just kept quiet and held her head and caressed her silky hairs. After several mins I said ,"didi, I cant resist any longer, I am going to cum." she replied, "yeah, dear give it to me" I poured out all the sperm in her mouth and out of my surprise she drank it all. After that I kissed her for a long time and felt asleep. Next morning I found my Bermudas on, perhaps she put it on me when I was asleep. I didn’t find my sister beside me. I was now feeling guilty about last night's incident. Didi came with two cups of coffee. And said, "don’t worry, dear every thing happened between us will always be secret." I just nodded my head. One month have passed on and I can never be the same which I used to be before.

I don’t know whether I have committed a sin or not but certainly the pleasure I got from my didi sonu can never be forgotten. I will always cherish those moments throughout my life and wait for another night when I and she will be alone.


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Leaving - Part Two

Megan flies to America to break off her Engagement.




“Leaving….. “ CH. 2

Chapter 2

Megan shook herself out of her daydream when the Flight Attendant asked if she wanted coffee. “What? I’m sorry, my mind was miles away.” Looking at the coffee pot in the attendant’s hand she said, “Oh yes, cream but no sugar, thank you.”

Sipping her coffee Megan kept hearing the song she had heard in Heathrow’s departure lounge as she waited to hear her flight called. “I’m leaving on a jet plane don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh Babe… I hate… to go.” The deep sense of longing that those words invoked. It was as if the singer had been crying out from the depths of her soul. The words, which Megan had heard many times, had an almost haunting quality about them now.

Before boarding her plane at Heathrow airport she was sitting in the departure lounge when a mother sat down beside her. She had twin girls, no more than nine or ten years of age, who were dressed in white blouses and tartan skirts, proudly Scottish. Their hair was short-cropped and softly auburn, their eyes storm grey. What caught Megan's attention was the way they were arguing; one child was sitting on the bench seat beside her mother while her sibling stood defiantly in front of her, hands on hips glaring in the face of her sister.

“You’re wrong Kirsty, being a woman in a profession is better, like Daddy. That’s why I’m going to be a Doctor. Boys are stupid and horrible and...and...”

“You can be whatever you want Lizzy, but I’m going to be like Mummy and have children and a husband. So there! You can work your silly fat head off at school and things for all I care. I don’t have to do what you tell me just because you’re ten minutes older. I bet one day you’ll be really, really, sorry, and I bet you’ll be like our teacher, all miserable, and dried up like a prune. I bet all she’s got is class work and teaching.”

“Now you two stop squabling and settle down. Apologise to the lady and read your books” their mother sharply told them. She looked at Megan and raised her eyebrows, grinning ruefully. “I’m so sorry. You wouldn’t believe they are great friends would you?”

The girls had both said “sorry Ma’am” and promptly scurried off to explore.

“I think they’re sweet, and I see we share the same tartan. I’m MacLean too. My Mother went to my Gran’s home in Ayr to have me so I can claim to be a true Scot,” Megan laughed “but afterwards she brought me back to England and I live there still.”

“You’re MacLean? Goodness what a coincidence. My husband’s a surgeon and attending a conference in New York City. We’re going to spend a few days with him. Are you taking a holiday there or do you have business?”

“Actually I’m visiting my fiance.” Megan’s heart seemed to contract at the thought that she soon would end that relationship. “He, … he’s a Professor at Crestin University in New York State. Actually he has tenure there.”

‘Oh god,’ she thought as her eyes prickled, ‘I love him so much. Here I am bragging about him and I know I’m going to hurt him terribly.’

Again the song that tortured her was playing in her mind ………’Every place I go, I’ll think of you…Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you…When I come back, I’ll wear your wedding ring…’ But she knew that wasn’t to be.

A tear slid, unfelt, unnoticed down her cheek.

“Miss MacLean? Are you quite alright? Are you troubled?”

Megan stood and ran to the ladies rest room. She locked herself in a stall and cried, her tears now unchecked, her throat painfully tight as she tried to stifle her tears.

There was a tentative tap on the door. A soft Scottish voice was again asking, “Miss MacLean, please, can I help you? After all, we are both MacLean.”

Megan savagely pulled sheets from the dispenser, dabed at her eyes and wiped her cheeks. She tried to breathe deeply, calmly. Giving a little sniffle, she stood and opened the door.

The mother was standing there and she held out her arms. Megan’s resolve crumpled and she went to her then wept on her shoulder.

“There, there. Shhhhh, shhhhh there now, there” she soothed while gently stroking Megan’s shoulder.

“I’m Helen. What’s your name?” she asked in her soft Scottish lilt.

“Megan” she replied in a strangled voice.

“Well, Megan I’m a great believer in a nice cup of tea when things seem wrong. Come along now.” She took charge as only a mother of young children can when emotions boil over.

They sat quietly and sipped their tea until Megan was calm again. She felt she owed Helen an explanation for her barrassing loss of control.

“Helen, I said ‘my fiance’ but I’m going to break off our understanding and I know how hurt he will be.”

“Oh. Oh dear me. Is it because you live so far apart?”

“Not really. You see, like one of your daughters, I’m set on a career that I’ve dreamed about since her age. I can’t give it up now. I do love him. I love him so much I couldn’t just write to him. He deserves better than that. I HAVE to tell him myself. Helen I’m hurting inside.”

“And the career you want can’t be followed in America?”

“I, well honestly I don’t know I’ve only thought about UK based to start with, and then I might have to travel all over the world you see.”

“Hmmmm. Well it’s your business and I certainly can’t advise you. But, Megan, in life, single or married, there are dreadful hurts and anguishes over the horizon waiting to ambush you. We women don’t feel things the same way as men do. We feel and experience things totally differently. What we want, sometimes what we need can’t be gained alone. Most of us need someone else at times. Not selfishly, not to use, but to be with, to cherish. We always hope that it will be with someone who feels the same way about us. One day you may feel, your body and your emotions may almost demand that you hold your own child in your arms and say he is MINE. Except of course it’s handy to have a man around when you feel like that!”, and Helen laughed.

“If you are sure, quite certain in your own mind that you must end your friendship, then you must. BUT, why not, instead of saying bluntly that you cannot marry him, why not talk to him about your hopes and fears. Not just careers, not just ‘I want’ or ‘I need.’

If, as you say, you love him deeply, and if he feels as you do, don’t lightly throw that away. Listen to your woman’s heart as well as your mind. Maybe you can talk with him about what you both want and need. The path of love has many twists and turns and is seldom edged by pretty flowers, and the very best of love will want compromise by both of you at times. I hope you don’t think I’m interfering or being impertinent.”

Megan shook her head as she thought over her clansman’s advice.

Their flight was announced, Helen rushed to gather her children and they boarded separately.

**********

After her usual apprehension at takeoff all Megan could do was nervously thumb her magazine, her emotions on edge and her mind spinning. The song was playing in her head again; “Already I’m so lonesome I could cry…”another tear streaked her pretty face.

She thought about the lasting friends she had made at Queen Anne’s. Five of them had been fired with ambition and over drinks in the Student’s Union bar, or during the occasional all-girl pub meal on a Friday evening they had confided their hopes and fears. They all wanted different careers, but most of all they wanted personal success in a man’s world. Of the five of them, Megan was the only one to take additional degrees. Her Masters and then her BSc, a Bachelor of Science for her Political Science qualification.

Sharon and Judy were both married, one with a baby and the other pregnant, and both now seemed happily content to raise a family, to forget success in a man’s world and give no more than a casual wave of goodbye to abandoned careers and ambitions.

Yvonne was in a relationship and complained bitterly to Megan about the household duties that seemed expected of her. Her partner had his football on Saturdays, his sport on TV during the week, his beer, his men’s night out. “He just bloody well takes me for granted. His mother did everything for the idle bastard and I’m expected to do the same as well as work,” was her constant complaint. “Who does the sodding washing and ironing? I DO. Who hurtles around in lunch breaks to do the marketing? I DO. Who cleans the flat and the bathroom and the flaming toilet? I DO. I’ve had just about as much as I can take. And sex. He’s bloody sex mad. Morning and night. Anywhere in the house; on the stairs and the kitchen table, even at the kitchen sink with me bending over peeling the fucking potatoes with my knickers round my ankles. I won’t even degrade myself by telling you how he wants it when I’m on my period. Megan I should have done the same as you and not got involved with men. I’m going to dump him when I find a nice little flat and just take care of myself. Men. Huh. You can keep ‘em”

Melanie, the other mber of the ‘Gang of Five’ as they called themselves was in the Middle East working as an engineer for an oil company. They exchanged sporadic letters and Mel seemed to be going places. She hinted at occasional liaisons with men, none of them lasting. The last time they had met when Mel was on leave, they had splashed out on a meal in London and taken in a show. In answer to Megan’s question about her ‘men friends’ she had said “Meg, my old sedate friend, as far as men are concerned the only thing to do is use them as they use us. Have a nice time and wave bye-bye. Unless, like you, you don’t bother with them at all.” Melanie’s words had shocked her “ … unless like you ...” But that wasn’t true. She had her Andrew didn’t she?

She breathed deeply, slowly relaxing back into the airline seat and slipped into a light sleep.

In her sleep, she heard Helen’s lilting voice “Women don’t feel the same as men do.” Her dreaming mind connected to her Mentor, her Professor when she worked on her Political Science studies. She was single and immensely confident, forthright in her opinions; commanding, even intimidating in her counsel and tutorship. Her dark brown hair was cropped short, almost mannish, her figure slim and small breasted, her eyes a light piercing blue. Her movements were lissome but failed to disguise her forceful nature. She spoke with a clipped, slightly Midlands accent with the typical flat ‘a’ of the north. As a student with a First Class Degree, and already with her Masters behind her, Megan was treated with respect and what seemed special consideration.

It had been at her final tutorial, alone with Frankie (her Mentor) that Megan sensed that Frankie wanted more than a Mentor/Student relationship. Nothing was overtly said or done, it was just a feeling she had. As the tutorial ended, Frankie asked, “Megan, are you free this evening?”

Startled by the question and without time to think, Megan said she was.

“Why not come to my apartment? We could relax and have a drink. We could talk some more about your intended career you know?”

“Yes, yes ok.” She received the directions and went to her own small flat.

Megan bathed and dressed. It was summer and she wore a white cotton blouse with a shirt neck and a full cotton skirt belted at the waist. It was too hot for pantyhose. She wore sandals and felt fresh and comfortable in the warmth of the evening. Frankie’s home was an easy 20 minute walk away so Megan strolled there, relishing the slight cooling breeze.

Megan was greeted with an unusual display of friendship and was led to the sitting room where a sherry decanter, glasses and cocktail biscuits stood on a small table. Frankie was elegantly dressed in a light blue trouser suit which complimented the blue of her eyes.

“Make yourself comfortable, Megan. Relax, we are not Mentor and student now, we are friends. Yes? Tell me more about what you want to achieve in your career.”

Armed with a generous pale cream sherry Megan spoke about her dreams as a young girl, about her studies and what she hoped for. As her enthusiasm grew for explaining what she wanted she sipped continually at her glass and was surprised when Frankie was reaching out to refill it.

“Is there a man in your life, Megan?” Megan admitted there was.

“Hmmm. That’s a pity...”

“Why? Why is it pity? I’m sure he only wants for me what I want for myself.”

“Well, if you are quite sure – after all I’d never want to cast doubts in your mind.”

“But why? Why do you say that?”

“Megan I’m almost forty five you know. I too had ambitions at your age and they were almost wrecked by a man who I thought loved me deeply and wanted for me what I wanted for myself, just like you. Here, let me fill your glass.”

“What happened, Professor?”

“Not ‘Professor’ anymore Megan, we are friends now. Please call me Frankie.

Well it was like this you see. We were close. VERY close … you understand VERY close?” Megan had nodded in understanding. “He too had his career and it was beginning to succeed for him. Increasingly he had to socialise and naturally I was with him as his partner. Then I found that we had to start inviting people important to him. Invite them to his cocktail and small dinner parties, and it was my job to organise, organise invitations and send them out, organise drinks, organise refreshments, organise caterers and finally organise the damned clearing up afterwards. To add insult to injury he would give me a scruffy bit of damned paper and I had to transcribe the name and address and organise his bloody address book for him too. Then I had to help him celebrate the success of the evening in the way men like to do with a girl, and there I was exhausted from the preparations and supervising the caterers, doing the rounds and looking after his guests. I was left staring over his shoulder at the ceiling and wondering where my career had gone. Finally, it just got too much and I told him ‘no more, all you want is a secretary, handywoman, maid and bed partner.’ So I got rid of him and have been so happy since. Believe me Megan, men will suck the life out of you, wipe their feet all over you, use you and will never be there for you when you need their love and their comfort. You will be told you are just being an emotional female and why the hell can’t you be as strong as a man and get on with things?

Here let me fill your glass.”

“But … errr … Frankie, my Andrew isn’t like that one little bit. He loves me. He wants me to have a career.” She realised she was slurring her words very slightly.

“Yes dear. Of course he does. I’ve been told that too,” she said in a voice that indicated disbelief in anything a man might say.

Frankie stood and moved behind Megan’s chair.

“You look hot Megan. Are you hot? Why not open the top buttons of your blouse, dear. Here let me help you.” Her arms reached over Megan’s shoulders. Her fingers brushed across her cheeks, her neck then she lightly began to undo the top button, then the next.

Megan shivered and watched transfixed as Frankie’s fingers slipped inside her blouse and began to trace over her stiffening nipples, concealed only by her lacy bra. Her nerve ends seemed to reach out to Frankie’s erotic touch. Awareness of what was about to happen at last penetrated her alcohol confused brain; the realisation that very soon she might surrender to an expert touch.

She leapt to her feet. “NO. NO. Don’t do that. I don’t want that. I’m sorry Frankie I never meant … I’m sorry … I can’t ….” Frantically she fastened her blouse, grabed her handbag and fled to the safety of her flat.

Andrew. She wanted Andrew. She needed to feel Andrew’s voice wrapping around her, comforting her, reassuring her. She snatched at her phone and dialed his number. The ringing tone went on and on. What time was it? Her wristwatch said 11 p.m. Let’s see, that was 6 p.m. for Andrew. He should be there. There was no reply. No comfort. No reassurance. Tears streaked her cheeks and she lay on her bed, clutching ‘Andrew’s’ pillow in her arms. She slept.

She woke and looked blearily at her bedside clock. 2.47 a.m. Further sleep seemed impossible as her mind replayed the evening spent with Frankie. Another glance at her clock. 3.02 a.m. She stood and realised she still wore her blouse and skirt. The night was warm and she felt sticky and uncomfortable. She hurriedly undressed and stood in her shower, the cool water flowing over her. Refreshed she dried herself and lay on her bed, naked in the darkness. 3.30 a.m. Frankie’s words replaying in her mind. Nothing would dispel them. 3.56 a.m. Damn, damn, damn, damn. She must phone Andrew he must be home by now it was almost 11 p.m. for him. There was no reply.

Megan sat at her dining table, papers spread over it that related to her studies, her head in her hands. She could not silence Frankie’s sinister words that still crawled through her brain.

“ … I too had ambitions at your age and they were almost wrecked by a man who I thought loved me deeply and wanted for me what I wanted for myself, just like you …”

“ … men will suck the life out of you, wipe their feet all over you, use you and will never be there for you when you need their love and their comfort. You will be told you are just being an emotional female and why the hell can’t you be as strong as a man and get on with things? “

“ … Frankie, my Andrew isn’t like that one little bit. He loves me. He wants me to have a career … ”

“ … Yes dear. Of course he does. I’ve been told that too,”

What had Andrew said to her as they had kissed goodbye after their last meeting in January? Had he really said ‘Honey soon all the study and qualifications you wanted will be behind you. How’s about after your BSc degree in June, you come over to Crestin and we get a little place of our own. Take a break. We can be together at last. You’ll like a lot of the wives there and you can rest up for a while. Girl you have done nothing but study for damn near 20 years. You don’t have to get a job I get enough and more for both of us. Just take a year off, two if you like, and let’s be together.”

What had he really meant by that? Would he be like Frankie’s lover?

In the loving comfort of Andrew’s arms would her ambitions drain silently away, like water through sand? Would she abandon her dreams as so many of her friends had, and be a willing slave to a home and a man’s needs? In her heart her love for him wasn’t in doubt, but why oh why did these worms of doubt persist and invade her mind?

Thank god nothing intimate had started with Frankie. She felt only shame that she might so easily have betrayed her love for Andrew. But she hadn’t. It was her only comfort. She hadn’t.

And yet the insidious corrosive thoughts about men and their selfishness implanted by Frankie, by student friends who had abandoned careers, by friends who had found that men were best when at arm’s length, were all clamouring to be heard. As a baseline to the discordant clamour of doubts, were Andrew’s own remarks – ‘Girl you have done nothing but study for damn near 20 years. You don’t have to get a job I get enough and more for both of us. Just take a year off, two if you like and let’s be together.’

She made a sudden decision and pulled her writing pad towards her. She would send him a letter putting everything on hold. Maybe they should part, at least for a while, yes that was it … that’s what she would write … attend interviews … get a job … begin the career she had planned for herself … see how it went from there. She began to write…..

As she signed her name she scanned her letter and saw the stains of her tears. Oh God she couldn’t send that to him. Whatever their future he deserved to be told face to face.

She turned on her computer and searched for air tickets – there was one – London Heathrow to New York Kennedy with a reasonable connection onwards to Albany NY – tomorrow early. She would take her latest study papers and might be able to do some work on the flight. She gathered everything together from the desktop and stuffed them into her well worn leather briefcase.

Now that she had made decision her mind cleared, and at last she could sleep.

Continued in Part Three

Co-authored – Susan England and Writingdragon

The authors would welcome comments and criticisms at either of their email addresses, namely englander5420@yahoo.com OR yankee542001@Yahoo.com

The authors acknowledge the words used in the song "Leaving on a Jet Plane" written by John Denver and performed by Peter, Paul and Mary.



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