Baby Sitting

I was an industrious and dedicated student and spent most nights of my last year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding microwave dinners and chocolate to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. 

It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me – I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my provisional license. 

It was late February when Mr. Jameson called the first time. I gave my phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.

“Hello?”

“My name is Jeff Jameson. I’m looking for Rachel,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.

“You’ve reached her,” I said. 

“Oh, hi Rachel. I’m a friend of the Richards, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”

I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”

“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything…”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”

“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Ryan, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." 

"Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.

Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Jameson’s, but decided against it – three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favourite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it – not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.

I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties – not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.

I didn’t know about Mr. Jameson, though. The Richards were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Jameson might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my perky breasts, small but fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.

My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighbourhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.

The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. 

“Mr. Jameson?” I asked.

“Yeah, you must be Rachel?”

I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Jameson led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.

“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Jameson said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling. 

“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. 

My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Jameson turned and lifted the boy. 

“This is Ryan,” he said. Ryan looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.

“Hi Ryan,” I said. “I’m Rachel. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”

“Say hi, Ryan,” Mr. Jameson said, nudging the little boy.

“Hi,” Ryan said quietly. 

Mr. Jameson put him down and Ryan ran back into the other room. 

“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Ryan?”

“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Ryan looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. 

“Do you want to play?” he asked softly.

By the time Mr. Jameson poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Ryan and I were playing cars. Ryan hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.

He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Ryan told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Ryan knew about it – especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. 

It was probably a bad decision on my part – the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Jameson had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.

After Ryan was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Jameson had on the coffee table, checking on Ryan every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.

I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Jameson entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.

I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realise I had fallen asleep.”

He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Ryan wear you out?”

I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Jameson said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”

I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about… about his mom… and I just…”

Mr. Jameson smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. “I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Jameson. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since… well… she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”

I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”

He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”

I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”

“Well, thanks. It really helped.”

I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”

“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.

I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialling my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.

“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”

I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”

“That explains why you didn’t answer your phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Rachel, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”

“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.

“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”

I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Jameson was still sitting on the couch.

“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”

“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialled. 

The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. 

“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”

I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Jameson. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.

He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Ryan.”

I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”

I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Jameson’s.

“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Jameson make breakfast tomorrow.”

I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Jameson. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”

I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Ryan’s. Mr. Jameson came out as I was walking towards it. 

“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”

“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”

He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things… I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”

I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Jameson quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. 

We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Jameson referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. 

He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.

I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”

He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.

I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by colour. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it. 

There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Jameson had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Jameson, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.

“Mommy?" 

I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Ryan’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.

"No, Rachel. Remember me, Ryan?” I asked softly. 

His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Jameson came out of the ensuite.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked. 

“Want Mommy!” Ryan shouted, then began to wail.

Mr. Jameson glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”

I watched as Mr. Jameson picked Ryan up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.

I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Jameson’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my breasts with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be – they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. 

I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.

“Rachel?” I heard Mr. Jameson call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Jameson standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”

I blushed. “Ermm… sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realise… well, it’s just that… I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”

He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”

I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Jameson wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.

When I stepped into the room, Mr. Jameson’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.

Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Jameson, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Jameson stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.

“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No… it’s fine…” I couldn’t help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. “Your toothbrush?” he offered, still not looking at me.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly.

“Thanks,” I said softly. “Is Ryan okay?”

He nodded. “Just misses his mom sometimes,” he said, still staring at the floor. “He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time.”

I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Jameson’s gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits.

“You can touch if you want,” I whispered. 

I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling.

He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Jameson. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders.

“This is wrong…” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants.

I grinned at him again. “It’s okay if I want to, too,” I whispered.

“You’re the babysitter. You… I just met you…”

“We both want it…”

“You’re so young…” he continued, nearly pulling back. 

I laughed. “You seem to be enjoying it so far,” I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him.

He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my breasts. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip.

“I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door,” he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my breasts. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. “I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home.”

I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my breast and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me.

Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. 

He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. 

“Fuck,” he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body.

His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my breast, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. 

My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other breast and pinching that nipple, too. 

I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. 

As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. 

I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My breasts bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Jameson inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my breasts.

“Everything okay?” I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My breasts seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Jameson seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything.

“Your tits are fucking amazing,” he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my breasts. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other breast with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. 

My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my breast, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts.

It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn’t enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock.

He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them.

I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my breasts and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum way too fast,” he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. “I’m not joking. I haven’t gotten anything near this since Ryan was born.”

I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. “My wife…” he started to say.

I kissed him quickly and giggled again. “You don’t need to explain,” I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again.

“So good…” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. 

After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my breasts and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off.

He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn’t say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. “My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips.” He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. “You have such a hot body.” He reached up and cupped one of my breasts as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. “Big, firm tits.” He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. “Nice, round ass.” He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. “Sweet, tight pussy.” He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me.

He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn’t keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me.

“M-mr. Jameson…” I panted a few moments later. “I’m gonna… oh God gonna c-cum…”

He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn’t sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. 

When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Jameson still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“My wife hated that,” he said. 

“What was wrong with her?” I gasped.

He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips.

“You’re so fucking young,” he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my breasts. “This is so wrong.”

I laughed. “I don’t see you complaining.”

“I’m not,” he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. “Just can’t believe how hot this is.”

“Can’t believe you’re fucking a young little high school babysitter?” I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. 

He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed.

“I’d ask you to suck it,” he said, “but I want to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn’t had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I’d been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Jameson’s. 

I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Jameson reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My breasts started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something - I didn’t know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole.

“Mr. Jameson?” I asked nervously.

He pressed a soft kiss on my back. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered. “Please, Rachel. I love doing this and my wife never let me.” He kissed me again, reassuringly. “It might hurt a little, I’m not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit.”

I hesitated at first. “Okay,” I finally said. 

He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn’t bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. 

He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn’t hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned.

He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. 

“Fuck, Rachel,” he groaned, “this is… fucking amazing… you don’t know how fucking good this is…” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass.

He kept talking, though I couldn’t really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like “so good” and “so tight” and “fuckfuckfuck.” But I did understand when he cried out “Fuck, Rachel, I’m gonna cum!”

His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. 

I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything.

“I haven’t cum like that in years,” he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me.

“So it was good?” I asked, giggling.

He laughed. “Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking… wonderful.” He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. “Just what I needed.” I sighed contently. “I can’t thank you enough for this, Rachel. For everything.”

“I enjoyed it too, Mr. Jameson,” I replied.

He laughed again. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Jameson,” he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together.

gamesmachine:

I awake your kiss.

Ohhhhhh…that tender kiss! So sweet upon my lips. As delicate as a feather, soft and sensuous. Then another kiss, your lips making love to mine. First the top then the bottom, back and forth, kissing, licking, sucking until they are swollen and hot with desire. Your lips no longer content, full mouth kissing ensues, your tongue finding mine. Hot kisses, demanding kisses!

You stand looking at my tall scantily clad body stretched out on the bed, and then your eyes meet mine. I see hunger there, raw animal hunger. My eyes wander and see your manhood is hard and straining against your jeans.

You admire the lushness of my full yet youthful milky white breasts. Bending, you place butterfly kisses and then a gentle suck to each pink nipple. You see and hear my sigh…and smile.

Never taking your eyes off mine you proceed to remove my lace panties. My bottom lifts slightly to enable you to slide them to the vee of my womanhood. Slowly you remove them an inch at a time down my thighs, past my knees, past my ankles until I lie naked. Still looking into each other’s eyes, you bring my panties to your nose and inhale my fragrance deeply. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply again and your cock responds, demanding release from it’s restraint. Laying my panties on the floor, you remove your clothing and your rigid cock springs free.

Your strong muscular body always amazes me. Your cock thick and long with it’s large head reaching past your navel, your legs and arms strong and sturdy, your chest and head covered with black hair that I love to run my fingers through, your handsome face smiling down at me as I admire you. My eyes look behind you to the mirror on my dresser and I can see your reflection in it. Your back muscles are rippling and your ass is round and high.

“If a man can be beautiful, my dear Jeff, you are truly beautiful.”

“Thank you, my Sweet, but the true beauty lies before me on this bed.”

I smile up at you and reach for your cock, but you take a step back just out of my reach.

Holding your cock in one hand you say in your deep masculine voice, “Do you want this, my lovely wife?

“Oh, yes, my Darling, I want it.”

“Where do you want it, beautiful one?”

“I want it in my mouth. I want it in my warm wet pussy. I want to feel it all over my body. I want your cock everywhere and I want all of it.”

“You shall have all of it in time, my Princess. Right now I want you to sit on the edge of the bed. Will you do that for me, Rachel?”

I smile and do as you request. You step forward, take my face in your hands and plant a smouldering kiss on my lips leaving me breathless and hot with desire. My nether lips are engorged and my juices are flowing. I want you and I want you badly. You take another step closer and hold your cock in front of my face.

“Do you want to taste this, Rachel? Do you want to feel this grow in your mouth?

“Oh, Jeff, you know I do.”

“It’s yours, my Sweetheart. All you have to do is take it.”

You feel my warm breath as I use the tip of my tongue to lick off the drop of pre-come oozing from the tip. My eye catches your sideways reflection in the long mirror where you pleasured me just a short while ago. Your hard cock stands proudly and out straight from your body and looks so big in my small hand.

“Look at the long mirror, my love, and watch as I make love to your cock with my mouth.”

We continue to watch our reflection in the mirror as I take just the head into my moist mouth. My talented tongue makes swirling motions around the head while my mouth gently sucks. One of my hands is holding your thick cock in my mouth and the other hand is very gently lifting and massaging your heavy scrotum. Was that a groan I heard?

My mouth inches its way down the entire shaft until my lips touch pubic hair. I have all of you in my mouth now. My lips tighten around the root and slowly with suction make their way to the head. Up and down, up and down, stopping to suck in earnest along the way. I’m no longer watching our reflection, but you are. I feel your sac tighten and I stop, giving the head one last lick before you feel my mouth sucking your balls one at a time. Licking that oh so sensitive and soft perineal area, my tongue feels HOT there. I hear you catch your breath and I smile to myself.

Your eyes are closed now enjoying every sweet sensation, when you feel your cock in my mouth again. This time the head is touching the back of my throat and beyond. Your fingers entangle my hair and hold my head close, your hips thrusting, fucking my throat.

“Oh, Baby Girl… Baby! I love this! I love this, but I have to stop or I’ll cum.”

You release my head and pull your body away. Your strong legs are weak and there is a sheen of moisture on your skin.

“Rachel, my Sweet Baby, lay back and spread your legs wide for me.”

You kneel between my legs and lower your head to taste my sweet nectar, then tongue fuck me. I’m so hot and my juices run into your mouth. Suddenly your mouth devours my clit and you suck hard and fast. My hands hold your head tightly to me and my hips begin to gyrate up and down and around. You’re driving me insane! I’m whimpering and moaning. Louder and louder!

“Jeff, Oh Jeff, that’s not fair… I’m going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…… ………OHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh! My cries are almost deafening as an orgasm overtakes my senses. My body spasms with each glorious contraction and I enter into another world, my breath ragged.

—–

Climbing over the top of you, my lovely wife, I lean down to apply soft kisses to your lips as you slowly recover from my oral onslaught. Each time our hungering mouths come together, you can taste the exquisite sweetness of your own satisfied pussy on my lips and tongue. Instantly, you find yourself marveling at the highly erotic scent of the honey-like juices that still cling to my lips. You seem so surprised by the arousing effect that the evidence of your own sexual excitement has upon your luscious body as it prepares itself for yet another go-round.

Instinctively, your arms reach up over my neck, while those lithe and powerful legs wrap themselves around my waist trying to draw me down to your prone figure. It is only your lovely limbs way of responding to that inner-need to feel a man’s body pressing against yours. You want to feel a hard cock deep down inside your throbbing sheath.

“Take me, Jeff… I need you to take me NOWWWWWWWW!!!

But somebody has to rein-in the wild horses of your desire – for now. Leaning down, I carefully begin to run my warm tongue around the stiff pink tips of your breasts. On the nightstand next to the bed I can see our reflection in the glass covered picture frame. With precise movements I work to gently trace the very edge of each swollen areola before circling up onto the engorged bud on top. Instantly, you experience an almost electrical sensation when my soft lips finally close down around one of your hardened nipples to begin the most-primal act of suckling. Your nipples look lovely reflected off the glass as I pull them to full length with my lips.

You are amazed by the deliciously erotic feelings, which are being delivered within my hungering mouth. The teasing of my tongue and several cautious nibbles on your ripe titflesh soon causes ripples of excitement to flow throughout your entire body. After several moments of your fingers tenderly stroking through your lover’s hair to encourage my continued actions, you ask with a knowing smile, "Are you enjoying this as much as I am?”

“Oh, Baby, you know I am!”

With my mouth occupied by your heaving mammary mounds, my hand is now free to roam over your lusciously formed figure. I love the smooth sumptuous sensation of warm skin-to-skin contact as it lingers long enough to massage the gentle swell of your tummy. There is a wonderful rippling motion that’s also being transmitted up from within your quivering body.

All your senses are once again coming alive as you can feel my masculine fingers trace down across your lower abdomen before tickling through the sensitive forest of hair that defends your most-private areas. The palm of my hand covers your entire pubic mound as my digits start to slide along the inflamed flesh of your dripping vulva. It doesn’t take long for my trained fingers to find the opening to your very wet slit – with one finger touching those swollen lips and my thumb resting lightly on your throbbing clit.

“Ooooooh… that feels soooooo good, Jeff.”

First one long finger, and then another begins to carefully probe within the heated folds at your dewy entrance. A delicious groan from somewhere down beneath your belly accompanies the slow massaging movement they make while slipping between those tender inner and outer labial lips. Soon you find yourself holding your breath as my searching digits delve even deeper to discover where all of the seeping slippery wetness is coming from. Pushing inside, it’s almost like your pussy is on fire as my fingers are quickly bathed by your heated juices while working their way further in.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, your pussy is sooooooo… tight.”

Originally, my hand was only supposed to ensure that you had the proper lubrication for a penile piston to do its work. But after my inquisitive fingers found you more than juicy enough, they remain inside the constricted cavern to do some stretching exercises, and begin tenderly stroking back and forth along the velvety walls of your vagina in a search to find your elusive G-spot.

“Ohhh, Yesss… Right there. Right There!” You direct.

It is becoming more and more difficult for you to just lay still with my hand so far up inside your seething snatch. Before long your exquisite body is again shuddering with those little earthquakes of pleasure that is leaving my hand soaking wet well past the wrist. Soon another intense climax is bursting deep inside your pussy and spreading out across your entire writhing figure leaving your head tossing violently from side to side. I can only look on in amazement as you ride out the waves of excitement that seem to wash over your body repeatedly like a warm tropical beach. Finally, with a groan of absolute release you clamp those powerful thighs together and trap my pleasuring fingers deep within your clasping vagina, while my thumb continues to rub your throbbing clit.

“Yesss… Yesss… Ohhhh, Yessss!” Struggling to regain your breath, “Whew! That feels sooooooo… good.”

And now I know you are really ready.

But you certainly aren’t the only one as you enjoy the feeling of my erection nudging up against your still-quivering belly as if it were asking for permission to enter. I know that you like to hold my cock, so I leave it in your very lovely and capable hands. Moving one of them up slightly, you gently cup each one of my balls and note just how firm and full they both feel to your soft touch. While this hand caresses the contents of my scrotal sac, your other one glides slowly along my almost seven-inch erection to read every bump, ridge, and vein of my straining cock.

Oh, those feminine fingers feel so fantastic as they close around my solid shaft and begin to carefully stroke up and down its entire length – savouring the hardness caused by, and intended for you. In fact, you even seem to enjoy the wonderfully warm sensation of semen as it leaks from the circumcised tip and dribbles across your lovely tummy in an outward sign of things to come.

“I have to feel your cock in my pussy, Jeff.”

Lusting for the erection that is about to enter your willing womanhood, you spread open your legs even further to help accommodate its size. This also gives me a completely unobscured view of that exquisite-looking pussy as you insert two of your own sensuous fingers to stir up the copious juices inside and spread their warm lubrication along both the inner and outer folds of your entrance. With a beautiful sight like that, I certainly don’t have to be asked twice as I take up my mating position between your smooth and supple outstretched legs.

Then it hits me. “Sorry, Baby, I need to get a rubber first.” But your lithe and oh-so-lovely legs wrap tightly around my waist and won’t let me up.

“We won’t be needing any of those, Honey.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “They are ribbed for YOUR pleasure.” A devilish little grin comes over your sweet-looking face.

“I don’t want anything coming between us – not even thin latex, besides, Jeff, my handsome Jeff, I want to feel it when you cum deep in my pussy.”

How can a guy ever argue with a beautiful woman who wants to share in the incredible intimacy of his ejaculation? “Okay, but if you end up pregnant…,” I quip.

I know it’s best to use the “go slow” approach while inserting myself into the snug opening of your rejuvenated flower. Hovering over your gorgeous body, I very deliberately continue to rub the bulbous tip of my cock across the feminine curve of your tummy and down through the damp forest of brunette pubic hair that hides your swollen vulva from view. All I want is for my beautiful wife to experience a very physical example of the deep lust that surges throughout my body until it engorges my manhood to the necessary hardness. And also give you another chance to reconsider covering it with a condom.

Apparently, I’m not the only jokester in our bedroom.

“Are you having trouble finding the ‘pearly gate’, Jeff? Here, let me help you with that.”

Kindly taking hold of my hardened penis, you gently guide it toward the entrance of your willing and waiting pussy. Running my swollen cockhead between the gaping flaps of your own labia, you take the time to lubricate the tip completely before easing it into yourself. This allows me to gently push my erection down between the silken lips and into the opening of your canal. So, I start to gradually press just hard enough for only the head of my cock to penetrate into the very vestibule of your vagina. Raising those sexy legs up high, you lock them tightly behind my hips and use those strong bicycle-riding muscles to pull my erection down into your clutching depths.

“Mmmmmmm… Jeff.”

Gritting your teeth, those lovely feminine hands grip the bed sheets tightly as my hardened shaft eases even deeper within your welcoming slit. I’m moving into you as slowly as possible while those tight, velvety pussy walls yield only inch by agonising inch to this initial entry of my member. You savour the wonderful feeling of my cock as it gently works its way deeper and deeper into your well-lubricated pleasure channel. After only a few seconds I have to stop since I can’t believe how tight your pussy feels along the entire length of my penis. It’s amazing that a woman who has given birth to two children can still remain so close-fitting around the gradual penetration of my erection.You begin to purr deliciously.

“Ohhhhhh, Yessssssssssssssssssssssss….”

Every inch or so, I feel the need to halt along the way to allow you to slowly adjust to the size of my invading cock. Especially when the muscular contractions of your satiny soft walls grip so forcefully around the entrapped shaft. Soon you find yourself closing your lovely eyes as you try to visualise the swollen purple head of my penis as it moves within the glistening pink flesh of your pussy. It takes a little concentration, but eventually I manage to let your vaginal muscles dilate between each of the mighty spasms inside your lubricated sheath. Time for both of us seems to stand still as I move myself further and further in until finally coming to the very end of your taut birth canal.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhhh… that feels so good… and sooooooo deep.”

When I finally bury my entire length, I pause for several moments to allow your passage to stretch fully and become more comfortable with its occupant. I can tell that you feel a sense of accomplishment in conquering my entire cock, and simply having it all safely tucked inside your pussy is enough to cause your beautiful body to shudder with excitement.

“Do you feel it, Jeff?” You ask. “The head of your cock is up against my cervix.” As if to emphasise it, you roll those sumptuous hips beneath me so we both can feel the tip of my penis brushing against the very entrance to your womb.

“Mmmmmmmm. Do you feel it now?”

“How could I ever miss it, my Darling? It feels wonderful to hit bottom inside your lovely pussy.”

The position we’re in right now is so primal for both the male and the female-of-the-species. I know that deep down inside I have to struggle with the evolutionary imperative hidden in my caveman brain, which selfishly demands that I thrust away madly within your glorious pussy to reach my own sexual release. And even though you are just barely past your own prime child-bearing years, there is still an inner-sense of excitement – and dare I say, an illicit thrill – at inviting a man’s unprotected cock into the very core of your womanhood and fertility? It’s only relatively recently in our history that human beings have enjoyed this sexual union for pleasure and not procreation. But, we still feel the need to breed.

There is a wondrous feeling of man and woman – of a male and female connected on such a personal level by sharing the intimacy of each other’s bodies through sexual intercourse. From my place between your sumptuous thighs, I finally realise why a living, breathing man is so necessary to your sexual enjoyment as a woman.

Perhaps it is such things as, the warm, moist lips panting for breath between each yearning and tender kiss, the soft, curly masses of hair that mesh together to cushion our genitals every time they come together, that synchronised throbbing sensation, transmitted repeatedly through the skin-to-skin contact of our bodies, which ends up being the beating of our two hearts. Or perhaps it is merely the weight and bulk of a masculine form laying atop your delicate feminine one as those long and lovely legs glide back and forth past my hips before draping over my flexing thighs and ass.

For a man it’s also wonderful to feel the human warmth and interaction by pressing against each other in such a loving and caring manner. There are experiences in our bed tonight that are making this event more memorable for me, too, like the reflections of our lovemaking in the mirrors and in the glass of the picture frame, or the tender feeling of your fingernails as they scrape across my flanks and then up along my sides – your soft hands rubbing over my strong biceps and shoulders until their fingers begin to play in my chest hair, until the palm of your hands flatten against my pectorals as if to say, “Stop.”

“Wait a moment, Jeff. You will be gentle, my Darling?”

Brushing the soft curls from your temples, I take your lovely face in my hands and dip my head down to bring our lips together as my silent answer.

Always the gentleman, I wait for you to make the first move. Only when you are finished savouring all the unique sensations from our initial insertion do you finally begin the mating dance by slowly drawing your luscious body down away from mine. Down, down into the softness of our mattress, before carefully sliding yourself up over the lubricated pole of my cock. Muscles flexing within your lovely hips, thighs and ass work together as one to propel your pussy back and forth along my entire length. Learning through observation, I let you determine the speed, angle, and most importantly, the depth of each pleasuring penetration. And then once you’ve developed the desired carnal rhythm, I am able to join in.

“Ooooooooooh… that’s it!” you pant.

Moving within you slowly, I allow you to gradually build up towards yet another wonderful climax. Oh, your pussy feels so incredibly hot and wet around my shaft that all I want to do is plunge my hardened cock in and out of your tight-fitting sheath. It isn’t long before you begin to shudder and buck under me as my rigid shaft brushes against your throbbing clit while sliding backwards and forwards through the slippery folds of your pussy, leaving that sexy-looking body of yours to simply tremble beneath me as I continue to drive my penis down into the heated depths of your vagina.

“Ohhhhh, that feels so good, Jeff!”

Our ardent lips come together in a passionate kiss, as my tongue presses into your yearning mouth. There, you begin sucking my tongue in the same way that your satiny pussy is now milking my erection from the base all the way up to the very tip. It’s no wonder that I also experience this amazing sensation when your talented lips work up and down the shaft while sucking my cock.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” I moan.

Our room is absolutely coming alive with the sights, sounds and even smells of heated sex. As we writhe on the bed, this beautiful sexual ballet is accompanied by a veritable orchestra in the form of a crescendo of creaking bedsprings, the musical squishing noise of your slippery ‘C’ cleft, that drum roll of my balls against your lovely rounded ass – and of course, the operatic moans performed by my sexy-looking brunette soprano.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Yes!” you pant

It’s a wonder that the neighbours haven’t already called the police as some of your cries of pleasure actually rattle the window and must surely be heard outside.

“Oooooooooooooooooh, right there, Baby… Right there!”

But, the sweet musky aroma of your arousal, mixing splendidly with the testosterone-laden scent of my sweat is left to be sampled only by us as our nostrils flare open to draw in life-giving oxygen and this incredible ‘parfum de sexe’ of our boudoir.

“Deeper, Honey… I need to feel you deeper!”

Looking past my shoulder, you catch a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror of your make-up table. Instantly, you become a voyeur to your own sexual fulfilment as you watch the two bodies across the room rocking together as passionate lovers. You stare intently at the woman whose thighs are splayed open wide to receive the hardened cock of her man. Through half-open eyes, you find yourself fascinated by the rise and fall of his flexing ass, and the glistening juices that coat his penis as it repeatedly thrusts in and out of her pussy.

Writhing with a renewed series of orgasms, you moan loudly, “Oooooohhhh… Yes, Yes, Yesssssss…!”

Soon your hidden inner-passions are being fulfilled and sexual desires satisfied.

“Ohhhh, B… Fuck me with your hard cock!” you pant. “Fuck me!

And I do. I start to grind my pelvis against yours on every powerful down stroke to catch that sensitive little clitty between our grinding bodies. As this sends you over the cliff of another incredibly powerful climax, your entire erotic being begins to quiver with sexual delight while my plunging cock brings you to new heights of pleasure.

Science may say that the human female doesn’t come into heat but they haven’t seen your exciting body respond to the sexual attentions of your man. Like the taut inner-stomach muscles once again rippling uncontrollably as wave after wave of enjoyment rushes throughout your belly or the sight of those lovely pert, pink nipples so erect with excitement and your sweet pussy now overflowing with generous volumes of the slippery fluids that gush forth to bathe my balls with each powerful thrust.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Jeff… I’m cumming again!”

As you begin convulsing, your body quakes through its latest powerful orgasm for several moments until you growl up at me with half-closed eyes.

“Harder!” You insist. “Fuck me harder!”

Pure animal lust takes over now as I begin to thrust deeply within your willing womanhood with a renewed sense of purpose. I start off by hooking my elbows inside your knees to spread your legs open even wider, giving you the deep penetration that you need and deserve as a woman. I look down to see the immense sense of satisfaction that glows from your beautiful beaming face in the safety and sanctity of our own private bedchamber. I notice that you are once again gasping and beginning to shake beneath me as yet another orgasm races throughout your body. Working to drive my cock into you harder and harder, that luscious pussy gets even wetter as you realise we’re stimulating nerve endings deep deep inside of your very being. Soon your head begins to roll back and forth across the pillow as your sweet A-cup tits sway and jiggle in time with each mighty lunge.

“Yessss, Jeff… Yesssss, Yesssssssssssss, Yessssssssssssssssss!” You hiss.

My hips are ramming the whole length of my cock down deep within your tight confines, as the pleasure quickly becomes unbearable for me, too.

I can only groan deeply, “Ohhh, Princess… I’m going to explode!”

This certainly isn’t news to the inner workings of a brunette sex goddess like yourself as you already sense the approach of my impending release. Your knowledge of my male body realises that these thrusts are becoming much more insistent as you feel my ripe balls slapping confidently against your shuddering, upturned rump. More and more sweat is dripping off my body as I become determined to drive my raging erection towards the end of your spasming pink passage. Each deep plunge is bringing you the telltale sign of my shaft beginning to swell as it prepares to deliver its heavy load of semen into your clutching depths. So, reaching over my hips, your lovely red fingernails dig into the flesh of my flexing ass with both hands to pull me even further into your churning pussy.

“Ohhh, Jeff… You’re in SO… DEEP! Shoot your hot come way up in my pussy!”

My breathing is becoming more laboured as I try to answer your call to action by pile-driving my dick into the deepest parts of your vaginal canal before I ejaculate.

“Mmmmmmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmph!” I gasp.

Rearing back, my body arches and I utter a deep animalistic groan as the bolt of lightning shooting through my aching nuts signals that both of them are drawing up tight against my body to begin their reproductive spasm. The super-heated sperm that’s been pent-up within my testicles all this time, surges up through the coiled length of my vas and warns me that I’ve just passed the point of no return.

Suddenly, my body stiffens as I growl, “Ohhh… Baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Rachel!”

One, last determined thrust drives my sexual sword to the hilt – balls deep within your satiny slit. Desperately, my mouth covers your full luscious lips as we kiss passionately again to celebrate our sweet release. A moment later, we are climaxing as one, our bodily fluids combining as we grind cock and pussy together, coming spectacularly. For both of us it almost feels as if my penis is erupting like a volcano so deep inside the spasming folds of your womanhood, followed immediately by the magical sensation of my hot come splashing repeatedly against your receptive cervix causing you to cry out again and again as another string of intense orgasms ripple through your mid-section.

“Yesss, Yess, Jeff. Fill me with your sperm!”

It looks like you have never felt more alive as a woman as you give in to that natural urge to bear down along the cock that’s spattering and coating the walls of your contracting pussy. There is a wonderful surge of warmth, which is flowing through your quivering loins like a wild river. Tightening the grip on me with your legs, that velvety pink cavern is repeatedly milking my hard-on with those powerful muscles as I continue to release even more molten streams of my semen deep within your heaving belly.

“Ooooooooooh, I can feel it!” You groan desperately.

It’s all we can do to keep ourselves from passing out from the sheer magnitude of this climax. My straining balls feel like they are being turned inside-out as the last of our opalescent juices are mixing together in the sanctity of your vaginal vault. The two of us can only look at each other in surprise at the power of our mutual orgasm, and how much sperm is being pumped into your womb.

“I can feel it soooooo… deep!”

My spent cock is still sliding back and forth deep within your clasping pussy, while I continue to be simply amazed by the amount of pleasure that one woman can absorb and yet give at the same time. I finally collapse on top of your quivering figure as you affectionately stroke fingertips along my back while my warm seed starts to trickle out of your pussy and down onto the bed. We remain connected to each other for what seems like hours or even days as you purr with pleasure,

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

It a wonderful feeling to lay here in the comfort of our own bed with such a tender and loving woman lying beneath me, my cock buried in her.

Gazing deeply into Rachel’s piercing blue eyes, I look down to see the immense sense of joy that glows from your beautiful beaming face. And as your body finally subsides from it’s latest powerful climax, you grin up at me with a complete sense of sexual satisfaction. Slowly, we both regain some semblance of normalcy as I raise myself above your supine form. Brushing some of the brunette locks away from your face, I lean down to apply a gentle and loving kiss onto your exposed forehead.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, Rachel.”

I could probably let my cock remain in the wonderfully welcoming warmth of that pussy all day long as your inner muscles continue to drain me through this intense release. But, as soon as I begin my careful dismount, the thick cream of my ejaculation starts to slowly ooze out from the swollen lips of your pussy and down the crack of that cute ass to pool on the sheets below. There is an immense feeling of accomplishment for both of us as I gradually let my penis slide back out of your come-filled canal until the head finally leaves your opening. Withdrawing from the carnal battlefield, I roll over onto my back to rest.

Pulling your knees back to raise those legs high into the air, you try to elevate your delicate pelvis so you won’t lose any more of those precious fluids from your freshly fucked pussy. Your soft, feminine hand glides down to carefully cover that puffy mound and stem the flow of our pearly juices from your gaping entrance. Then I think you surprise us both by gazing deeply into the table top mirror once again and spreading your swollen pussy lips wide open with two fingers to expose the full load of my semen still deep inside your drenched vagina.

With almost pleading eyes, you say, “Ohhhhh god Jeff… I’ve never been so full of cum before… I’ll be dripping for days.”

Looking on, we are simply mesmerised by this incredible display… until…it’s almost as if you can see a lightbulb go on over my head. I carefully back off the end the bed.

“Hold on a moment, Rachel Darling.”

Taking the sexy-looking lace panties that I had earlier dropped onto the floor, I slowly and very deliberately turn the silky material of the lingerie inside out. Those lovely blue eyes that I love so much seem slightly confused by my actions until I bring the sensuous fabric up towards my face. Then with only careful and calculated movements, I slowly draw the already soaked gusset of your most-personal underwear up to my caring lips for a long and lingering kiss. There, my lips are again greeted by the honey-like flavour of the over-abundant juices that still cling to the cotton panel.

The gorgeous smile that comes over your lips signals that you somehow seem to understand the meaning behind my very symbolic action. You realise that I had just placed a very tender and loving kiss at the point inside your panties that is almost guaranteed to caress the very essence of your womanhood. It is as if my mouth had been drawn to the lips of your pussy to seal in the intensity of our lovemaking with a kiss that will last the entire night.

I climb back onto the quiet comfort of our bed and carefully slide the silky undies over your lifted feet. Gradually, I ease the lacy material along your sexy legs until they cross your knees and begin the journey up those smooth and sumptuous thighs. Your fingers softly stroke through my hair now as my lips lovingly kiss down between your breasts and trail across your belly to touch a sensitive spot on your abdomen Again, you lift your hips from the mattress, only this time it’s to help me work the elastic waistband up over your magnificent backside and back to where the panties began this erotic interlude earlier.

At last I climb into bed and lay behind you spoon fashion, my right hand reaching over you and holding your right breast as we recuperate. Without a word being exchanged we both look towards the full-length mirror across the room and …reflect on our wonderful time together.

The Family Way

I was naked and resting in the morning sunlight. The sun was starting to pump its warmth into the world and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while my entire body felt buzzing and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful… wanted… claimed… And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn’t help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm ass. I felt so insanely fuckable.

Speaking of which… as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I’d experienced before as I knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k’s. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.

In the moment following my introspective question of “did the last 24 hours really happen?” I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not just semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman’s countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest night’s worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. “This is what happens when a woman sleeps with a man.” I thought to myself, smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it tight wishing it was Jeff, my new boyfriend, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escaped from my now drooling sex. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I’ve ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my boyfriend’s attraction to me… To my young, ripe body.

’“Fuck” I thought. “No protection! Oh fuck”.

The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn’t have the time to actually think. “Was he married? Does he even remember me? Why would he be with me? He’s got everything. I’m nothing more than a one night stand.”, I reminded myself, “You just met him and he’s at least ten years older than me! I might be carrying his baby!! I’m insane!!!” I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be him. I first met Jeff years ago, mature and kind, hot but well out of my reach. He was affluent and independent. He was successful and well educated. His family always lived next door and as I grew up I always remember his kindness. 

But I also remembered his strict parents and his bad boy little brother. I remembered gazing at his younger brother in my teens with naughty thoughts in my head. He was my first real crush… maybe even my first boyfriend. Joseph was closer to my own age but just as I had matured… life tore us apart. Now he didn’t even see me at all.

“Fuck! I’ve just slept with Jeff!” The thoughts continued to echo through my mind as the memories of our intercourse made a satisfied smile appear upon my lips. He was good… we were great together… maybe it was a one night stand… maybe we could just have a fling – that would be fun, right? That boy though… sorry, man!… one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I’d want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I’d fallen for him. It would be awkward but that didn’t mean it was inappropriate. I put my fingers to the oozing mess between my gaping labia. “Fuck!” I never wanted kids. Now Jeff comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.

Maybe it’s instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully take her chosen mate to breed with? 

Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time… and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn’t think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman he first met as a baby.

And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps his mother knew. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, my dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says “I swallowed your son’s cum on the drive over here.” And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tried and failed to get the image of us breeding out of her mind’s eye. It all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, oldest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive young body.

Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest “oh shit!” moment in life to date. “That’s so fucked up, Rachel, oh my fucking God!” I screamed in my head as I rose from the bed, realisation drawing. “This is not my bed! This is not even my house!”. I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t realised I was next door… in the childhood bed of my lover who had long since left his childhood home. I was alone in his old bed and the room still carried the faint aroma of our sex.

I needed to get up, find my clothes and somehow get home without being seen. I climbed out of his cramped double bed but having spent the last six or more hours on my back, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jeff did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping my lovers seed. “Fuck.” I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the adjoining bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturated and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jeff.

The text read: “You’re incredible” along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.

I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in his bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself groaning into my reflection trying to kid myself into thinking Jeff was between my thighs. “No! Someone might hear you!” I scolded my horny alter ego and chose to turn on the shower. After a few minutes of washing the sticky ejaculate from my flesh I emerged from the hot cubicle and grabbed one of his towels to dry off. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, checking my face in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

“Ok Rachel, you now at the very least look presentable… but naked.” I said leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day and I had just made it incredibly awkward.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I blushed. Jeff was standing at the bathroom door, staring intently at my burning face.

“I - I want to be here, Jeff. With you…”

“Then stay.” He said, his eyes smouldering. “Last night was unexpected-”

“That’s the problem isn’t it? I’m too young. I’m not what you want-”

“You are exactly what I want, Rachel!” He interrupted, “It’s like I was always meant to be with you.”

“My parents wouldn’t be happy. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.” I said as if trying to convince myself that what other people think would be enough to make him turn and walk away.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” he said. “I can tell." 

"Your brother…” I sighed, “When I was younger… we nearly…”

“You didn’t, and what if you did? I want you, Rachel. Stop fighting this. Stop looking for excuses.” He moved in close so I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could smell his aftershave, and sweat, and damn – I suddenly wanted to lick his bare chest. I wanted him to –

“I bet that if I touched you now you’d be wet,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“That’s one thing you’ll never find out,” I whispered.

Without a word he picked me up, hands around my waist, and sat me down on the sink and gently, firmly, opened my legs. He started to stroke my thighs with his thumbs. I’m so in shock I forgot where I was once more.

“Mmm, lovely,” he breathed, his thumbs roaming higher. They reached my vulva, and began to stroke my sensitive lips.

“Stop it,” I murmured. Yeah, I really sounded like I meant it.

He didn’t hear me, as his thumbs slid between my labia and pressed into my cunt.

“Told you,” he said horsley. “I could slip in there right now – you’re lovely and wet, Rachel. I bet you taste nice too.”

He stopped stroking me and licked one of his thumbs. He then knelt down in front of me and forced my thighs wider.

“No, please don’t.” I’m beginning to panic through my haze of longing and struggle against his grip. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my pouting lips labia. His tongue slowly snaked up and down my lips, dipping in and out, flicking over my clit. I felt his mouth kiss me, then – jeez, he was sucking me. No-one had ever done that to me before, and it hurt, and it ached, and I tried to stop myself begging him to just fuck me. He was sliding his fingers into my cunt, two, three, I don’t know, and I could feel the goose bumps on my thighs starting to prickle.

“Oh Jeff!” My nipples were tingling along with my clit, and I needed him to do something, anything. I wanted him to bite my nipples, to suck them so that the blood rushed and burned, I wanted to feel his cock filling me, hurting me.

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

He kissed me firmly, then opened my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself, tangy and musky, and my clit throbbed again. I sucked on his tongue and lips and felt him groan.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. His hard-on rubbed my pussy through his jeans and I nearly exploded with lust.

“Please,” I begged.

One hand squeezed my breast, catching my nipple between thumb and finger, sending fire through my body. With the other he unzipped his jeans, and hitched them down. I couldn’t see anything, but oh boy, I could feel it. He rubbed his prick up and down, following the path his tongue had taken, massaging my clit with its head.

He kissed me again, then slid his cock oh so slowly into my needy cunt.

His was not the longest cock in the world but it was thick, and the way he teased me, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in hard, I knew I was going to cum very soon.

“How does that feel, Rachel?” His lips were on my neck as he pinched my nipples harder.

My pussy was starting to twitch and jump. As he bit my neck I couldn’t keep it in and cried out as I climaxed, my vagina squeezing his gorgeous cock.

I held on tightly as my orgasm burned through my body.

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

“Thought I just did,” he smiled. He was still inside me, still hard. He kissed me – god, I was starting to love his kisses – then fucked me until he shuddered and groaned into my shoulder.

We clung together for a moment, then he leaned back and grinned.

“And I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.

“I was just a girl.” I grinned back. “Now I am a woman.” I stroked his face. He kissed my palm, then gently sucked my fingers.

“I can be anything you like, anything for you,” he said happily.

“Jeff… do you love me?” I crooned as I held onto him tightly, his sperm once again inseminating my young body. I awaited his response until we were both startled by a shrill female voice.

“Jeff, are you done in the shower?” His mum called from beyond the bedroom door. We both froze in position. His member softening inside me.

“Er, yes mum,” he replied, “Rachel and I will be down in a minute.”

“Oh, Rachel’s here? That’s nice. I’ll make you both some breakfast.”

“I need to get dressed!” I hissed as his cock slipped out of its new home.

“I guess it’s serious, Rachel, I’m introducing you to my parents.” He laughed.

“They already know me. They are going to think I’m even more of a slut.”

“They will love you… because I already do.”

“Really?" 

"Really.”

“Maybe we should meet up tonight,” I said, “then maybe I can repay some of the attention you’ve paid me.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled and handed me my clothes. He zipped up his jeans, and I slipped off the table and dressed myself quickly. Fixing my top and smoothing down my skirt. When we were sure we looked decent, we headed downstairs to face his parents.

——–

“It is lovely to see you Mr and Mrs Richards” I said, “it has been ages.”

“We didn’t realise you had spent the night.” Mrs Richards replied disapprovingly. Her gaze fell on me then her oldest son who just brushed her off.

“Yes it has been far too long since we last saw you.” Then he paused as he looked directly into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. “Far too long indeed.”

I smiled in return and quickly flicked my eyes over him. He was definitely my type, older and self sufficient, handsome and looked as though he was visiting a gym. His well-defined arm muscles were obvious as he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which hugged his torso well enough to hint at the work he was obviously putting in. He was not muscle bound, but nicely toned.

I watched his eyes as they darted across my chest, he was obviously inspecting me in the same way that I had done with him a second before. What a shame his view would not be a patch on mine. I was brought round from my musings as Jeff’s parents looked at each other. They went about their breakfast routine and someone asked if I wanted another drink and I declined. 

I felt so uncomfortable. Growing up next door to the Richards wasn’t easy. Our families couldn’t be more unalike. My parents had girls, they had older boys, we all took jobs and struggled through college, they were intellectual and in well paid jobs. I still lived with my parents but Jeff had moved away years ago… I hadn’t seen him for the best part of a decade… before last night. To make matters worse, when I was a teen… I had my first kiss with Joseph, Jeff’s brother. I was innocent and he was hot, my preteen years were spent dreaming of him and I must have pestered him incessantly before he agreed to kiss me. He dragged me to his bedroom and that kiss was wet and sloppy but made me feel desirable when he could have any one of the girls who seemed to flock to him. It ended in disaster as just as things were getting interesting, Mr and Mrs Richards burst into his room and I was dragged from the house, labeled as a slut and worse as I was thrown through my own front door. I was devastated and I never really spent any more time with Joseph. My mum understood and helped me recover from my first broken heart. Things were always frosty between our families. Mr and Mrs Richards looked down on us… and now I was in their kitchen, sharing breakfast with them carrying their oldest son’s seed in my womb. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before Jeff spoke again. “Rachel was locked out of her house last night so I gave her my old bed. I slept on the sofa. By the way you look great Rachel, I love the way you have done your hair and that dress is perfect for you.” 

“Jeff, you’re such a gentleman,” Mrs Richards smiled adoringly at her son.

“Yes, I must admit I was surprised to find you snoring on the sofa this morning when I came downstairs.” Mr Richards said, frowning. Ah! That makes sense! That’s why I woke up alone. He sneaked downstairs anticipating this meeting. Clever boy - I mean man! “I hope you slept well, Rachel,” he continued, “I understand the boys threw a bit of a party last night. I’m sorry they got you involved.”

His words were said without feeling, as if he were reading from a script. I understood, he was trying to be polite but there was still bad blood between our families.

“Thanks Mr Richards, I appreciate that a lot. Yes, I think your boys had fun last night.” I saw Mrs Richards eyes widen and she smiled as Jeff chuckled under his breath. Mr Richards scowled.

“You look radiant, Rachel,” Jeff made the compliment but glanced at his mother seeing if she could read into his words, “Everyone thinks you are lovely, we always have. Coffee?”

I blushed and was grateful for his presence “Yes please. You look as though you have been taking good care of yourself too Jeff. You have certainly grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

Jeff made no reply for a moment, but I could see he was looking directly at my cleavage which my dress was highlighting with its black lace vee neckline. His eyes wandered down my body and settled on my thigh which was slightly exposed as the skirt had ridden up when I sat down. The top band of my stocking was just visible. I adjusted my hem to pull it down and maintain my dignity.

Realising I had spotted where he was looking; he hurriedly looked up and said simply “Yeah, errr… Thanks.” His mother was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. This time his father was the one who was smiling.

We sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on our respective drinks before Jeff spoke again. “Let me walk you home.”

Without thinking I stood up rather awkwardly, eager to escape his family’s scrutiny and Jeff caught my arm as I struggled to extricate myself from the seat whilst maintaining my dignity. Once I was safely up, he moved his hand to my back and encouraged me to walk towards the back door and into the garden. The sounds of a suburb Saturday morning filled the air as we slowly placed one foot in front of the other walking side by side in silence. Jeff was the first to break the silence.

“I am glad we got that out of the way. Mum and Dad are going to see a lot more of you. They need to get used to that.” He held my hand and looked into my eyes, “I meant what I said just now, it doesn’t matter what they think. I have always thought you are very lovely. You are beautiful and intelligent and fun to be with, I’ve been away too long and I have missed you growing up… into this.” He stood before me, palms open, his eyes following the curves of my body.

I didn’t know what to say and was turned away from him as I felt my face burn, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to an excess of hormones coursing through my veins. I would have jumped on him then and there if I could. When I eventually found some words I struggled to get them out and stammered the first two. “Ahhh emmml, err, I mean, I am flattered Jeff. Thanks, but… you should be saying that to some of the beautiful women your own age. I am sure you must have a girlfriend… a wife?”

“I’m not married,” he laughed, “but I have been in a serious relationship over the last few years. It ended.” He looked distant. “Can you believe that I came back home to get away from women?” The words sounded sincere, but I thought I had put the right amount of force into them, but not enough to cause offence. He decided to change the subject. “How are your parents, Rachel?”

As he finished speaking, I swung around and stood directly in front of him. “They are well thanks, mum had a scare a few months ago when she found a lump, but she got the all clear last week. But you are changing the subject, which is you. Us.”

“I want you, Rachel.” He said and his words spoke to something directly in my soul. I wanted to melt into his arms, kiss him and be with him forever. But I needed to be sensible about this. This was all too much too soon.

“Jeff, you can’t say things like that, you have been away making a success of life, you are literally old enough to be my father! I am just me, trying to make ends meet. We come from very different… worlds.”

He started to object, but I cut him off in mid-sentence, insisting he walk me to my front door. To my great relief, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding and leading me back the way we came then into the street.

“I would say the same thing every day, Rachel,” he said as we carefully made our way over the grass. “I know I can’t let you slip through my fingers, I’m not crazy, I know what I am saying.”

It was time to pull out the big guns. “Jeff, it is lovely that you think that way, but I am a young woman looking for a purpose in life and the ex-girlfriend of your brother! Your parents hate me and always have. You can do so much better than me.”

“I don’t suppose you realise this, but I wanted you back then. I was jealous that you only seemed to have eyes for my brother. I think last night was more than just a one night stand. It was a taste of what could be… every day of my life. Everything felt so right with you. Give me a chance?”

I was once again struck dumb as I struggled to make sense of what he was saying and, if I was honest, my very real ego boost from his words, even if I did suspect lust for a younger woman was doing most of the talking. I decided to continue on a firm track.

“Look,” I said with not nearly as much conviction as I felt might be appropriate, “you are treading very thin ice approaching a girl who is almost half your age like this, I think maybe we should drop the whole subject now.’

Jeff simply nodded and we increased pace slightly as we entered the pool of light from my front porch. We parted without words as I entered the house. I made my way to the drinks cabinet as I realised I was now shaking with the shock and, yes, to be honest, the excitement of what had just happened. Did I lead him on? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

I felt the sticky mess in my panties and knew that it could already be too late. I drank an entire glass of wine in short order before grabbing another and began to plan my weekend. This certainly had not been part of my plans.

Sometime later in the day, after cleaning the house and completing my chores, I once again made my way outside and walked into the garden to try and stop the whirling maelstrom of emotions rampaging in my head. I stopped at the garden seat. I didn’t sit down, but continued walking slowly as I thought. Eventually I was as far as I could go and sat down on a tree stump that had been cut down and shaped into a sort of high backed throne.

I was still wrapped in my own thoughts as I spotted a shape moving and approaching. I sat dead still Jeff’s voice cut through the cool evening air.

“I saw you sneaking out and decided to follow, look, I am sorry if I upset you earlier, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“There is no need to apologise Jeff, I am sure you didn’t want to cause any offence, but you need to remember what I said.” I was certain that my words sounded decisive, even if I wasn’t. The truth was that I was very flattered by his attention and it had been a long time since anyone had said anything like it to me. I hoped it didn’t show.

Jeff stood in front of me, breathing deeply I noticed as I observed his chest rising and falling. He really was very handsome and I couldn’t help my mind wandering off and imagining him naked once more. I remained in this mode of thought for quite some moments as we faced each other in the growing darkness, features just visible in the tiny glimmer of light emanating from the setting sun. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of my daydreaming. I started to rise.

Whoever had cut the tree into a chair had taken the seat a bit low. This was a fact that I realised as I tried to rise from my sitting position. Realising my difficulty, Jeff offered both hands to assist which I gladly accepted. As I rose, propelled by those strong arms, I realised that he was standing very close to me. As I straightened my legs, those same strong arms pulled me into an embrace and held firm against his body. I could feel him, lithe, muscular and toned, solid in comparison to my softer body so that I moulded to him as he pulled me close.

His lips met mine and all of my defences fell away instantly. Eagerly I accepted his probing tongue and pushed back with my own. His hands, still firm against my back, began to slowly caress and run over it. I melted and submitted to him totally, trusting him to hold me and not to let me fall. His hands slipped down the small of my back and ran down over my buttocks. Again he applied pressure pulling my lower body into him applying force to my behind. Such was the pressure that I became aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. He was very hard indeed and I felt a sudden flood of excitement in my own loins.

More urgently now, he pressed his lips, his tongue flicking and darting into my eager mouth, my own tongue responding in kind, probing, testing, tasting. His grip slackened as he ran his right hand around my side, under my arm and directly onto my left breasts. My nipples sprang hard, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers sliding, testing, before finally locating my hard nipple and squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through the core of my being. His left hand joined his right on my other breast before rapidly slipping down my body, under my skirt hem and up the inside of my thigh. I felt him tremble as his hand ran over the top of my stocking and onto bare flesh.

In seconds his probing fingers had found my crotch and I willingly thrust my hips forward allowing him better access. His fingers ran around the leg of my panties and effortlessly parted the material from my inner leg and made their way to the slick excited wetness that lay below. He ran a finger over the outside of my pussy lips, spreading my juices around their outer edge. I felt another thrill of excitement as first one, then another finger entered me, easily sliding up into my most sacred place, spreading me and making me ready for what must surely follow.

Suddenly my head sprang back into action. I wanted this, I wanted it very badly indeed, but to be caught out in the open was bad enough, but to add regret at hasty actions was a step too far. Roughly I pulled away from him, causing him to groan.

“No… We can’t do this, Jeff,” I said, sounding as though I was about to burst into tears. “We can’t because… we aren’t being sensible… and it’s just wrong.”

“How can it be wrong, we both want this?” he whispered. He looked like a little boy who was lost and I nearly gave in on the spot. I held my resolve and set off back to my house vowing not to come out again until then next day. I would not look back. This was far too sudden… too fast… it wasn’t appropriate! He was older, I needed to think about the morning after pill, and our parents would kill us then each other. I think he was initially startled by the suddenness of my departure and it took him a few paces to catch up. He took me by the arm and begged me to stop.

“Rachel, I need you,” he said, “I have needed you since forever and I want to have you, urgently, here and now. I want this and everything that follows. I want you.”

I had to think of something to say and I was struggling against the fog of confusion and my own urgent desires. “OK, here’s the deal. You say that to me again when you and I have been on a date… just one date, no sex! Then we will see what happens from there.”

I could tell he was almost as confused as me as it took a while for my words to sink in. Eventually he nodded his agreement and we continued our journey towards the house. I have never been so glad of a decision as I was at that moment as I spotted my Mother approaching.

“Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over for you, it is nearly time for dinner.” I was sure that my face was about to give the whole game away, but just about held it together to make an excuse. “You remember Jeff from next door, don’t you?”

“Yes of course, hello Jeff, how are you? It has been years! I am glad to see you are getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Are you staying long?”

“Until I get my own place. Rachel and I were just having a catch up, I didn’t realise the time.”

“Oh that’s nice, but I am afraid I really must tear her away as I need a little help in the kitchen.”

With that we set off along the path to the house and I was glad of the darkness inside for hiding the redness of my face. I worked almost mechanically as I fought my conflicting feelings again. Feeling quite sensible and calm now, I knew that my feelings for him were wrong. I had never been tempted so badly before and I vowed I never would again. As I climbed into bed that night, I thanked my good sense for stopping things before they went past the point of no return. It was a close call and I genuinely felt sorry for Jeff, I had undoubtedly let things go too far. I caressed my tummy and wondered if it was already too late.

——–

The next morning, a Sunday, I was spared the need to further cover my embarrassment with my parents as I got up late, just in time to say goodbye to them as they departed to spend time with friends. They did this every Sunday. I smiled at how much of a habitual creatures they were. I would at least have some time to further distance myself from my guilt trip from the previous night’s events and make plans that didn’t involve carrying Jeff’s baby.

That was a mistake. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Jeff and the pleasures we had shared. I did allow myself a smile recalling how desperate my new boyfriend had been, how aroused he was and how quickly he had found his way into my underwear. I made a coffee and sat in the kitchen slowly recovering before wandering to the shower room for a long, hot, soapy drenching, just what the doctor ordered. That afternoon I would make a visit to the pharmacy for a pill to ensure I didn’t complicate things further. I wasn’t on birth control and a baby with a man I had only just met shouldn’t be on my agenda… but how I wish it was. I imagined our little family… our perfect lives. He was an amazing lover and was an eligible and self made man.

Some considerable time later, as I was drying my hair with a towel, I became aware of the doorbell. I decided at first it was probably some religious nutcases trying to drum up members of their community. The ringing persisted and I felt obliged to answer thinking that my parents had forgotten something and their door keys. I quickly threw a robe on and ran to the door. There, standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand, grinning from ear to ear, was Jeff. My mouth hung open, I had been certain that he would never come to the house again. My mind was racing, I had better not let the neighbours see, gossip from them would be the undoing of me. Quickly, I beckoned Jeff inside the house. I was still standing slack jawed when he spoke.

“You said you wanted to go on a date. Well, here I am and I want to do this properly, Rachel. Will you go out with me? My brother knew your folks would be going out as they always do on Sundays. I checked for the car as I passed the house, went to the florist and bought these flowers, then came straight here. Are you free?”

I could only meet his words with silence. He continued.

“Anyway, I was serious last night, you make me tremble all over when I think of you, I have always wanted you and I want you desperately now and forever. I wanted you desperately last night too. Every sinew of my body aches for you. I would like to date you… I want to find my happily ever after… I don’t want to lose something so special. Please… say yes.”

He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Wow. I forgot how good you are with words.” He didn’t blink, or turn away, he just stood there, taking me in. It made me blush, the way he was staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, abruptly remembering the flowers he had brought. He handed me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmured, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He announced to me proudly, grinning. “They’re pretty, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I asked, perplexed, waving him inside so I coulf set the flowers in water.

“For our date, if you’re interested?” he responded.

“Really?” I asked, wheels turning. Where was he going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughed immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it! Do you want to give this relationship a chance? Please, say yes?” He begged.

“Ok, ok,” I giggled, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. I was hoping to see you again and have this… romance… play out properly,” I told him softly in his ear.

He pressed his temple against mine and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would happily skip to the end and declare my undying love for you, Rachel. I really want to do things right,” he sighed. “I’ve been frantic all day. I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pulled away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I corrected myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I could feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I said it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Jeff hugged me again, then lifted his hand to my jaw. He lowered his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. We shared one single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispered. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looked down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

He walked me out to his car, a Porsche, and like a true gentleman he opened the passenger door and saw me inside. He then joined me and we set out on our magical mystery tour. He pulled in at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of its lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There was something magical about being here in the evening, as though we had accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmured, momentarily paralysed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Jeff grinned, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeezed his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughed. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looked shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kissed his cheek and thanked him. This was perfect.

We wandered inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascaded down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arched over the concrete paths. I held his hand as we walked through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stirred our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jumped.

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

“A butterfly,” I admitted, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinched again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

“Oh,” he said with adoration and love in his eyes, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him tightly, pretending to be offended. “Flappy giant bugs!” I cried in self-defense.

“But if you watch closely you can see the beauty in them,” he smiled, “just like you”.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I ducked as another one made a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I buried my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he looked crestfallen, “I’m so sorry Rachel, I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assured him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit but he held onto me protectively.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiled, kissing my shoulder. He pointed out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I followed him to a small bench and we rested for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights came on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, memorising this moment. He was so protective of me. Yes he was older but he looked at me like I was fragile and precious to him. I liked that a lot.

We walked through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I filled my lungs with the aroma of the plants and the scent of Jeff, absorbed by the beauty of this place and dizzy with attraction. I had never felt so close to someone I barely knew, but I guess our connection was far from typical.

“Time for me to take you to dinner,” he announced when we neared the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want. There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggled.

Jeff laughed, but I caught his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looked away quickly.

“I promise not to call you sugartits.” He said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

I returned a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrugged, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. I immediately started to formulate some pet names for him in my head.

We held eye contact for a moment, and it was like nothing else existed. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

“Italian please.” I whispered.

“Your wish is my command,” he breathed, “your carriage awaits.” With that we linked arms and made our way back to his car then onwards to the restaurant.

——–

“Good choice, Rachel,” Jeff nodded as we finished our meals, “This is a top class restaurant and the food was amazing.” Jeff said happily, paying his respect as I popped the last of my pasta into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallowed and grinned. “It’s not cheap either. I wish I could eat like this every day without gaining any weight.”

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

"Trust me, I could get used to this,” I added, reaching for my napkin.

“Well, I could arrange that,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “I love spending time with you. You are fascinating.”

I clinked my glass against his and smiled. He wasn’t kidding, it was written all over his handsome face. I loved it.

“So,” he continued, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“My brother… How far did things go with Joseph?”

I almost choked. I didn’t need a mirror to know how red my face was at that moment.

“That seems like such a long time ago now.”

“He used to talk about you all the time. I just…” he carefully chose his words,“…didn’t want to… make things awkward… between you both.”

“I was young, and I was besotted with him… but your parents ended it before…” Now it was my turn to stumble on my words.

“Did you have sex?” He asked, curious. His eyes searched mine.

“I wanted to,” I confessed. “I think I was ready. But we only did… a few things together." 

"I see.” He said. I tried to read his thoughts and could see that he was trying to come to terms with what might or might not have happened. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“We fooled around. He made me cum with his fingers. I gave him a hand job. The night your parents found us we were going to have oral sex for the first time.”

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

I set down my napkin. I was embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I didn’t want him to look at me any differently than he had tonight.

“Does it bother you, if we did things?”

I held my breath.

“Oh! No no,” he laughed. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional that you were with him but I can see why he was into you. Rachel, I just want you to be completely at ease with… me.”

“I am, Jeff. Joseph and I were looking to conquer a few firsts. We were young and he made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It was years ago. I’ve barely seen him since.”

“Then I’m glad that you both found a way to make each other’s life a tiny bit better. I would never hold that against you, Rachel.”

He reached for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he told me, his voice thoughtful, “even if you were, you know, a thing back then, I don’t think I mind. You care about people. I would never want to change that or hold you back from being who you want to be. Or being with who you want to be with.”

I can’t believe how understanding he was. His brother and I were never more than friends. Yes, we shared a clumsy fondle and an orgasm or two, but Jeff was keen to let me know he didn’t care.

Actually, he seemed grateful.

I squeezed his hand, relieved. There was nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want me to either.

“Do you think we should grab a drink?” He asked once he had polished off our meals and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smiled. I didn’t care where we went, I just didn’t want this night to end.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth and slid out to stand beside him. He held the door open for me as we left, exiting into the fading heat of a summer night.

We only made it a block when it happened. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracked open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasped as torrential rain hit the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies were drenched and dripping.

Jeff grabbed my hand and we darted into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He was leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night. I was still giggling when I saw that he stopped, that he was watching me intently… Staring at the way my dress now clung to my wet body, my nipples obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. As if caught in a spell he reached for my face and kissed me.

He wasn’t slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moaned, grabbing onto his back. I wrapped my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moved to my collarbone and his bicep tensed, I pressed my hips against him in response.

He moved his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slipped the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh was cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he drew one into his mouth.

I shivered as he flicked his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I ran my hands through his thick hair and tilted my head back. The rain was still streaming down around us, there was nobody else out there, but I didn’t think I would even have minded if there was. I didn’t care who saw me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Jeff’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on the warm pavement was filling the air, filling our future with nostalgia for that moment. A story to tell our grandchildren.

His hand reached up to cup me as his mouth met mine again.

“Can I take you back home?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

——–

We barely made it through his parents’ front door when Jeff kissed me again. I dropped my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, feeling his body pressed against mine as we made out. His erection jutted hopefully against his pants. I wanted to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his shaft.

He didn’t give me the chance.

He knelt down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peeled my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers teased between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

“Yes.” He replied before letting out a slight sigh of approval when he sensed how aroused I was, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been fingered in this house. Jeff wasn’t the first Richards to have his fingertips on my most sensitive and private parts. But his touch was more experienced and pleasure inducing. He removed his probing finger, now coated with my wetness, before plunging in once more, adding another finger and doubling my pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned when he lifted my dress and brought his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirted with my clit while his fingers moved softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble with desire.

“Jeff,” I whispered, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continued working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I moved my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increased his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I was getting so close.

“Oh, Jeff. Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

He increased his pressure and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Right there.” I tilted my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

I was over the edge as soon as he said the words, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pumped inside of me.

“Ahhh…You taste amazing…” he said in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probed gingerly between my slick folds then he replaced his fingers back inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I wanted to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body as no more than a puddle. It was taking every ounce of energy I had to remain upright.

Jeff looked up at me and smiled, and I covered my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm so quickly. I had no idea he could do that to me. I was in awe of this man.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughed, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm. “At least, I hope not,” he added.

I don’t know what to say so I kissed him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my nectar.

I continued kissing him as we held onto each other, leading him to his old bedroom.

I lifted my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He paused to look at me again, to take my body in now that I was fully nude. I could see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ached for it. I was throbbing, seeing how badly he wanted me. Knowing how badly I wanted him. I unbuttoned his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands worked their way down to his zipper.

We pulled his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He held me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands grazed my hips, my ass, my breasts.

Oh how I needed him. I briefly considered contraception but I knew I wanted to take his sperm and cherish it. I wanted my eggs to be bathed in his potent seed. I wanted to be his, joined to him forever and a day. I needed to be his woman, inseminated with his babies. Fuck! What was I thinking! But I smiled secretly to myself - we would create beautiful children together.

I lowered my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his magnificent cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guided him to his small bed and let him lie back as I kissed my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face was now level with his pelvis, and I brought my mouth down to his gently throbbing. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I moved my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moaned as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I moved up and down his sweet cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down,” Jeff gasped and struggled as I began to suck. I released his manhood with a pop and looked directly up into his dreamy eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, knowing the sight of me worshiping his erection, wide eyed and innocent looking, would drive him insane… making him putty in my hands.

“Oh quite the opposite,” he sighed. “You are incredible, Rachel. I just got too close. I don’t want to let go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmured, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Watching you suck me, looking into your eyes,” he began, “it was so hot. So dirty!” He blushed.

“Oh, I know how to be a dirty girl, Jeff.” His eyes lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I was wondering if you could do that for me.”

His penis bobbed as he said the words. He was ready.

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

“Play with your dick for me, Jeff,” I instructed him, softly.

I looked to him for approval and he smiled then closed his eyes, his breath quickening as he wrapped his finger and his thumb around his shaft.

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

He covered his cock with his hand and I sigh. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and returned to slowly stroking his cock. Gliding his fingers down his length and over his head.

I loved watching him like this, imagining how he looked when he was alone. His manhood looked beautiful, no more than average in size, but I knew it fit me perfectly. It turned me on that he was pleasuring himself for me, that he was embracing that feeling. His eyes were still shut and I wondered, would he notice if I touched myself too? And if he did, would he mind?

I decided to find out, lowering my hand between my legs as he continued jerking himself off for both of our enjoyment.

“I’ve never sucked such a beautiful cock before,” I whispered to him, cautiously massaging my clit. His eyes were still closed but I was going to become the dirty girlfriend of his dreams.

“You’re lucky I even let something that wide into my mouth,” I said huskily, “I nearly choked on it.”

He pulled himself faster, then slower again. I missed feeling his purple head against my tongue and the salty tang of his manhood.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you,” I whispered confessionally, even though it was lie… Jeff was always out of reach… older, sexy and desirable yes, but to a preteen I only had eyes for his brother, Joseph. “I wanted to tell everyone I was fucking you. I couldn’t believe such an attractive older guy could want a little slut like me.” I watched his cock jump in his hand and smiled.

“I am so much younger than you, I’ve never given myself to a man so willingly. I want you Jeff. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want to scream your name in ecstasy as your parents bang on the bedroom door. I want to have your babies!”

He let out a small cry of pleasure, his cheeks flushed. I rubbed my clit faster, hands trying to calm the throbbing elicited by this new experience.  My breathing was now as fast as his own.

“I always had a thing for older men, I guess,” I offered honestly, “You know just how to treat a woman. My pussy has ached for you all day, Jeff. You’re not like the other boys… you’re nothing like your brother. I want you,” I gasped, “I want you inside me!”

“I want you… you’re incredible… I’ve never met anyone like you…”

“Is there anyone else in your life, Jeff?” I questioned. “Can we really be together?” In that moment he would have agreed to anything but it made my nipples tingle and my womb throb to ask. I paused, wondering if I had said too much.

“Rachel, I belong to you,” he murmured. “There is only you.”

Ok, then, on we go.

I continued moving my hand between my legs, shocked at how wet I was. I know he wouldn’t care if he saw but I felt a little guilty that he didn’t know I was touching myself too. That I was enjoying it as much as he was. My finger tip was flicking my exposed clitty when I noticed he had stopped masturbating. His eyes were open, locked on my vulva as my fingers strummed incessantly.

I stopped and looked up at him, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. “Jeff, doyou want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do, baby,” he reassured me. “But… mmm…” he was silenced as I quickly found his cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. He loved my attention on his cock, but he wasn’t ready to give in and do me yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty.

“Do you want my hot little mouth back on your cock, Jeff?” he groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with his cock. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?” I looked him directly in the eye, “I think my older lover wants to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth?” I inched closer to my prize as I spoke, breathing on his  semi-erect cock. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. “Jeff?” My soft lips barely grazed his cock in a teasing kiss and he jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture.

He clenched his jaw as his resolve quickly melted away and his hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to his cock. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

I gave him a wicked smile before sliding down from him and onto my knees on the bedroom carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at his delicious cock. He groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of his swollen member so lightly and innocently that he was ready to grab me by my hair and force his cock down my throat, but somehow he managed to hold back and his patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting him harder by the second. I grinned as I let the rest of his cock slowly eased into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. He felt the restrain of my throat’s natural gag reflex for a moment before penetrating deeply and immediately he was in heaven. He let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking his hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along his member before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that he could watch every inch of his hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. His moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as he thrusted gently.

With his cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let his cock pop out of my mouth. He almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at him. I looked back at his cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. “Yum… does my baby want to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face.

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth,” I said, crawling backwards. He did a double take, as if he might have misheard, but a moment later he didn’t waste his time. He was on his feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to his cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for him and slipped his throbbing penis between my voluptuous lips. Jeff moaned again as his cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out as he fucked my mouth like a pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he had his way with my face, though I was instantly brought to attention when his hand slipped down and found a breast, roughly mashing it in his hand, his thumb flickering over my nipples. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving him oral pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as he continued to drive his sex in and out of my mouth.

My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of his cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on his rock hard shaft, which sent him over the edge. He was now panting hard. “Aww, fuck, Rachel. Nngh. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah…” he slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of his ejaculate coated my throat. His cock twitched as a few more streams of his salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down his shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out.

He worked his fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Rachel, you are perfection. You know just how to get me off.”

I began to stand and shrugged it off. “Practice makes perfect and I’m eager to learn from my more experienced lover.”

“Haha, I’m just sorry I didn’t have a bigger load for you to take,” he said in a mock apology.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Maybe next time?”

“For all time. Right,” he replied, nodding. “Now,” he started, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, “time for me to take care of you.” He gathered my little body up in his arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on his old bed. He climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed his shoulders as his tongue slid over an already se

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Anticipation…
The doorbell rings; its peculiar abrupt crack travels like a jolt down my spine and floods my pussy with tingling wet pleasure. I walk towards the door and I feel the first layer shrouding the undertones of our relationship being peeled away.

Acknowledging to myself that I am looking forward to this encounter; admitting that my mind just screamed the word “pussy” with thoughts of you, of what your touch might entail causing the tingles down there. This in itself is a violation. Or perhaps a revelation; we are more. The more that is now about to be uncloaked.

I feel a thrill….like that of an artist. Revealing to the world at large his art; a sculpture cloaked with a white cloth; the folds of it shrouding the eroticism of the couple locked in a furtive embrace, with identical looks of passionate rapture barely concealed in their closed eyes and open mouths. It is scandalous; like a private moment put out for public display. The eroticism of the situation is palpable. The impersonal eyes devouring the personal ecstasy of two lovers, and the pride of the sculptor who stands there uncloaking the moment with a flourish; owning the moment and its eroticism, owning each and every reaction of the audience. The inescapable thrill…it is that which courses through my veins as slowly, at last, I open the door.

You stand there looking at me. One look at my face and you know something is different; even ominously so. It has always been like this. Words are often an unnecessary encumbrance when it comes to us. We have shared so much. In innocuous touches, barely whispered sighs, in looks across a crowded room where we needed no language but our innate knowledge of the very being of the other.

It used to freak us out often enough; that connection. How could I know without you saying a word, most everything that you felt? How could you know without me ever telling you, my thoughts and innermost desires? How could we share our vulnerabilities, without ever doubting the others strength? We always could. Perhaps, that is why we have been best friends for so long.

Rather, the time period be damned; through so much. We have helped each other shape our values, our ambitions, our emotions, our capacities, our strengths…our very identities. Without ever questioning why it was that matters of such deep regard were a staple for us? Without ever wondering….are we different from other couples, who perhaps do the same for each other but so seldom it is that it happens with such directness, such intensity, such deep awareness of the fact that whatever else it might be; it is not common?

Have we ever wondered if it isn’t just uncommon; but perhaps even special? We are best friends…but could it be that perhaps because of lack of existing vocabulary…we never ventured to ask ourselves; are we more? Not best friends, not lovers, not soul mates…each of these is too defining. MORE.

I shudder…as yet another layer is peeled off…getting us closer to what might be the more of us. I know this…for with that one look at my face, with the subtle contracting of my facial muscles…my eyes narrowing, my face lifting, my gaze intent upon yours….you know too that I have crossed that line. The questions have been asked. There’s no going back.

I hold you by your hand. The hot crackling energy rippling in between our palms no longer even surprising us…I lead you on into my room. There are no words spoken. Not yet. We still are absorbing the implications of venturing down this path. We could be more…but if we’re not….who would we be? Would we still be friends? Yet we know….we have to follow this lure to its ultimate conclusion; whatever that might be.

As you stand looking at me, I move in closer. I am standing right in front of you. So close that the whites of your eyes are blurred. I can’t look in to your eyes any more. My breathing is rapid, yet not shallow. I lift my hand and place it gently….my fingers brushing your shirt covered collarbone. Why did I never realise the tips of my fingers are an erogenous zone?

I can feel your heart beat steadily beneath my hand. I am scared…I am losing our connection in the uncertainty of this moment. For the life of me I cannot tell what you are feeling. Could it be anywhere close to this earthshaking sense of impending explosion? Like the world is tilting on its axis…the depths of it rumbling…gearing to explode to the surface? I dare to look up into your blue eyes. God, did you ever look so intense…like the magnitude of this moment is compressed into your gaze? Slowly it lowers to my quivering lips.

In a random flight of thought I suddenly smile…thinking how ridiculously dramatic it is to be feeling this way! Lips aquiver? Really? I sound like the protagonist of the latest Judith McNaught historical! You smile back. You got the joke. It is as if the humour brought back to life what we share…the comfort of being best friends and the knowledge that it cannot go wrong.

My heart stopped, my gut clenched, every nerve in my body taught as a pulled string; your lips descend on mine. And just stay like that…for a moment stretched into eternity. Then…I feel our lips move. Slowly…so softly…but with just purpose. Your tongue sweeps out to meet my lip. The wetness of you, the softness of your lips against mine, I open my mouth to take you in. It is like tasting heaven. So familiar…that I wonder if we haven’t done this before.

Our tongues slide against each other, the suckling pressure of mouth on mouth, the slippery pleasure of lips against lips, the scrape of your teeth…and then you shift into over drive. The pressure is no longer gentle. Our tongues dance together in erotic tandem….broken sighs escape and are swallowed. You pull me in even closer. Your hand is sliding down my side, setting my ribcage on fire. You grab my bottom and thrust against me; almost lifting me onto you. The grinding pressure of your hardness rubbing against my clit…I feel like a slippery mess down there. No longer even aware of my distinct anatomy…I am on fire. The gentleness of your touch, the restraint in your grip, the almost involuntary movement of your pelvis; all in such sharp contrast with each other.

I don’t know whether we are animal in our lovemaking or gentle as an old married couple. You stop kissing me and hug me close. Your lips wet and cold against my nape…your breath erratic and warm. You squeeze me tight…and slowly we float down to earth. We stay like that for a minute simply absorbing what has just happened. Apparently…that was a kiss.

I sigh deeply and move away. We are still touching but not quite.

I look at you and ask, “Let me undress you.”

“Why?”

I roll my eyes at this doltish question and you sheepishly smile.

“Well, I know why…but, er…are you sure?”

“No, I’m not. But I’ve got to do this anyway.”

You nod, imperceptibly. I move in closer. Just standing there.

My hand lifts of its own accord; my fingers grazing your jaw line… revelling in the roughness of your overgrown stubble. God, I love it so. My thumb moves up lightly touching your cheekbone…finger on your temple. I lean in. I can’t help myself.

I lightly suckle your jaw…rubbing my lips against the hair, I bite for good measure. I leave light kisses over your closed eyes…your brow. I love the softness of your temple….I kiss you just at the corner of your mouth…never touching your lips, but the promise, the yearning in those kisses is not lost on either of us.

I unbutton your shirt…just the first two buttons. I want to open more but the expanse of your hair sprinkled chest uncovered by my ministrations leaves me breathless. I have got to taste you…to feel the texture of you rough against my tongue…the now unsteady thrumming of your pulse against my palate. My tongue tangles in your hair; I roll it around to tug gently on them. I can feel you squirm as I do that…your hands steadily caressing my back with a firm pressure, as if soothing me. I plant wet kisses on you…gently sucking. I can’t stop.

One hand roving on your shirt covered side; God, I love the hard feel of you beneath the soft cotton; I unbutton two more with the other. Your laboured sighs ringing in my ears drive me wild; knowing that it’s no longer a choice. Even for you. You won’t stop me anymore. The doubts may come later; perhaps even the guilt…but for now you are helpless under my sensory assault.

Am I exalting in this power I have? I think I am, but I am also revelling in the pleasure I know I am bringing you. It is me and no one else who can make you lose your head; forfeit control. You are mine.

The tiny goose bumps erupting over you lead me like a sirens song to your aching nipples. They are so small…tiny, flat. So different from mine; all puffed up and eager for you to taste them. Must yours want me to taste them as well? With a sweep of my tongue I decide to find out.

The first flick makes you jump in surprise. As I lose my tentativeness and suck on you forcefully, taking your teat into my mouth, a strangled cry escapes you. I create a vacuum with my mouth…keeping it from slipping and flick the tip of your nipple repeatedly. The tiny nub is beaded and hard under my tongue. You involuntarily moan. Your fingers are in my hair now…my curly tresses tangling in your hands. You hold me in place as if you can’t stand the thought of me stopping this assault. Our moans have mingled as one.

It’s a heady delight. Making you moan. Aren’t you always the one keeping your emotions under lock and key? Never an involuntary sentiment slips out of you. Now, here you are, thrusting against me; your tilted pelvis rising and falling in erotic invitation. An invitation I cannot possibly resist.

My hands snake around your wrists, holding them apart. I kiss the inside your wrist. Wet lips still against the throbbing pulse. I continue to kiss along the inside of your forearm; my head snuggling in your gentle hands. Dear God, I could cum right now!

My fevered kisses trail along your chest. Creeping down; wet smacks, deep sighs, tortured moans, the salty taste of your skin, the hair chafing my chin. My hands encounter the barricade that is your boxers. Your one hand is massaging my nape, the other still soothing my back, the strokes in keeping with your deep breaths. All my extremities are tingling; literally tingling. My fingertips, my toes, my ears… My lips are sensitive to my own breath. As my hand slips under the waistband of your boxer shorts, I encounter your briefs.

I smile to myself. I have never understood why you have to wear both! Ah well, I wonder how many best friends are even privy to the fact to have thought about something so random. Heck, what am I doing thinking these thoughts now? I take a peek.

My first impression is of the warmth that’s radiating from you. It’s a musty, musky heat. It tickles my nose and I breathe in deep. Ah, that has to be added to my list of favourite scents now; the scent of you. Aroused; hot.

I kiss your briefs moulding your manhood. The clear outline leaving me breathless! I love those briefs! The feel of you twitching against my lips makes me pull them down. It looks funny, is my first thought. Waving at me like it is; swaying towards me as if begging me to touch it. Kiss it. Wrap the silky wetness of my mouth around it and suckle like a hungry baby; no; a woman hungry for the taste of her man. My man. Did I just think that? I did. Oh, this isn’t funny. It couldn’t be farther from funny.

My breath caressing the hardness of you, I can’t make myself envelope it in my mouth. The glistening tip peeking through your foreskin is mighty tempting…but not temptation enough.

You have been silent too long; passive too long. I need you to demand from me, seek from me; not allow. I move back and look up at you. I’m on my knees; but the look you give me lets me know that the power is mine.

“Offer yourself to me.”

You struggle to get out of this erotic trance.

“What?”

“Offer yourself to me.”

You look down at me kneeling in front of you. I am flushed, hot; a slight dampness glistening on my skin under the lamplight. My hair is tousled, wild. My eyes are too bright. My breathing is shallow. And I am still as a statue.

“Please”, you say.

“Please what? What do you want from me?”

“You know”

“No, I need you to tell me. I need to know you want this. I need to know I am not alone in this.”

“I want you to take me in your mouth, suck on me. Suck my cock. Please!”

I give you a challenging look, “Make me.”

You know I need this. You know I need you to assert yourself. I need you to tell me you’re mine for the taking. With a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips you slowly move forward.

Your one hand in my hair again, with the other you put your cock right under my nose. I don’t open my mouth. You wave it around…caressing my lips with it. You trail the length of it against my face…the velvety smooth hardness of it against my cheek, my brow, my eyes. I almost break. You trail it down my neck.

Now you are unbuttoning my shirt…your fingertips rough against my skin, your touch gentle. You reach your hand under my shirt and caress my heavy breast. I worry if you think they are too big; the swinging pendulous orbs. You can barely cover half my boob with one hand, as you slowly knead its soft contours.

I can’t help but shudder as your fingers brush my nipples. The chocolaty darkness around them is tightly puckered up, pushing the nipples out. They are hard nubs, puffy and pink, distended more than half an inch. As your fingers rub against them I feel a sweet pleasurable pain tingling straight to mu sopping wet pussy.

My shirt comes off and I am bare to your gaze. I close my eyes. I don’t want to know how it hits you when you realise you are staring at the nakedness of your best friend; bosom buddies indeed. I don’t want to see the realisation dawn in your eyes that perhaps we are going too far. I don’t want you to not want me.

You take in my voluptuous beauty. Knowing it is for you; knowing that I am yours just as sure as you are mine. I am still not moving but for the heaving of my breasts, the tremor in my lips, the fluttering of my closed eyelids. A drop of precum leaks from the tip of your penis dangling precariously for a second before it dribbles on to my bare nipple.

I open my eyes. Where your wetness touched me, I burn. The want in your gaze is unmistakable. I look upon enthralled as your hand moves slowly to your now throbbing cock. It wants me. You want me. I take in a shuddering breath. The vision of your roiugh skinned hand moving across the glistening reddish purple tip of your manhood sliding slowly to the base of it and clenching into a fist, prominently displaying your offering, is just too much for me.

My pussy is gushing at this erotic sight. I am so wet that I wouldn’t know the difference if I came. There is a keening ache in my depths; my pussy lips are tingling, my clit is throbbing for your touch, perhaps a wet kiss from your mouth, or perhaps to be filled with your hard length spearing through me. One hand still on your cock, the other snakes up my nape into my hair. You pull me closer to you, guiding your throbbing member into my mouth while holding it still. I open my mouth in a moan.

Talk about an offering. Fuck, I feel like a Goddess; a shimmering pool of lust puddling in my belly; me being a trembling mass of short circuiting nerves; but a Goddess nonetheless. Your cock slips into my mouth. My tongue snakes around the head once or twice before I suckle deeply to take in most of your length.

My tongue is roving your hard skin midst the vacuum of my mouth. In this moment I know what it is to love. I love your body, your hardness throbbing in my mouth, the taste of you, the smell of you, the life force pulsing in the veins and ridges of your penis. I love it; all of it. And here I thought women weren’t supposed to like sucking cock; that they do it to please their boyfriends! And here I am…so getting off on this!

Every suckle, every lick…my teeth gently scraping the head of your cock, the moans that escape you in earnest now…are matched by hot desire pooling in my wet cunt. Fuck. It feels like if I reach down there and just dip a finger into me I will come. My hands are gently fondling your balls. I want to taste them too. I leave your cock unattended for a second…it looking like a forlorn lost child needing more loving. My hand wraps around it and my tongue snakes down to your sack. I suck them into my mouth…both of them fully. I love to feel them rolling around in my mouth rubbing against each other. I suck greedily. I feel you clench…but I don’t want you to come yet.

I want to see you erupt. See you lose control. I want to make you scream. Softly I let go of your cock. Funnily enough I feel the loss too. You are breathing hard…so close. You’d hit me if you could…for stopping just now. Yet, I know you never would. My vulnerabilities are yours to keep, for I know you’d never abuse the power I place in your hands. And I like knowing that when it comes right down to it, I’ve got you by the balls; figuratively AND literally.

I want to laugh. How could this not be more? How could two people love each other so much, trust each other so much, respect each other so much, know each others’ erotic responses enough to have them spontaneously combust….how could they not be more than just best friends? How could we not?

You look down at me and reach under my arms to lift me up. My body drags against yours, my nipples chafing against your chest hair. Did I tell you yet how much I love your roughness? I fucking to goodness love it! We’re standing in a close embrace….our bodies yearning for more. I rest my forehead against your neck…the feel of your hard cock warm against my belly. I move back a little, stand on my toes and with a skip and a wiggle trap your cock in between my thick thighs.

I lean into you and gently rise and fall clenching and unclenching my thighs at the same time. Your hands grab my buttocks and you press me into you. I rake my nails against your ribcage and take your mouth in a rough kiss. As your teeth bite at my lips and your tongue lashes against mine I scream into your mouth. A desperate scream. A hot scream.

You suck my tongue into your mouth. Our mouths open against each other as we both battle to take control…losing ourselves in the process. Your cock slides between my thighs…the slick wetness from my pussy making squelching sounds; as if they are kissing too; your cock and my pussy. It is that. Your hard length is courting my wet channel, tickling my anus and driving me wild.

I push myself down on your shoulders and hoist myself a bit, you simultaneously pull down and out and just like that I feel the knob of your head pressing against my opening. I let my weight go and feel you slide deep into me…pulling me taut. The pleasure and pain, the tightness and the fullness are an exquisite sensation. We stop kissing. Our foreheads are resting against each others’. We look at each other. The final barrier has been crossed; all the shadowed desires now uncloaked.

We are truly naked now…with our vulnerabilities and our hopes. You are inside of me. Physically, that’s a first. I yet can’t fully absorb that we are standing buck naked in each others’ arms with you buried within me…me pulsing around your still hardness. It’s, well…exquisite. It’s strange…it’s unfuckingbelievably good!

Our lips meet in a gentle kiss and our hips start moving. You almost pull out completely and then ram home…one stroke….painfully slow….unimaginably erotic…two…and before you can finish the third my world shatters, my head starts to spins…my vision focusing and unfocusing as waves of such deep pleasure wrack through me that it feels like an inferno let lose!

I moan into your mouth…your teeth nipping at my jaw. My pussy is throbbing around your cock clenching, pulling it in. Before I can come down from the high I can feel you pistoning in and out of me in frenzy. It’s like you are no longer in control of your movements. The hard fuck, specially coming from you; my gentle lover, my best friend…drives me over the edge again. Sweet fucking mother of GOD! Fuck!

“Mmmngh…ungh…tell me before you cum. Please.”

In a couple more strokes I know you’re ready…as I have my wish fulfilled.

You scream my name…and then, “I’m gonna cum!”

I slide off of you, take your hand and place it on your cock. I kneel…you look at me with wondrous passion…your eyes unfocussed. Together we place the head of your cock along my lower lip…my mouth opens…our hands squeeze your cock and you erupt into my mouth.

I can see the pulsing eye that is shooting ropes of thick creamy jizz between my sensuous lips. I am drinking from you; swallowing your essence. Your mouth is open in a silent scream; your body shuddering in the aftermath of its explosion. With a deep sigh you open your eyes and look at me. As you do, I take you into my mouth again; loving your fast softening cock with my mouth. It is the most intimate of kisses. To have you watch as I do it is an added high.

With a soft kiss and a gentle squeeze I let it go. You are pulling me up and this time there’s no frenzy. Your fingers are in my hair as slowly, gently you kiss me as if devouring me whole, just like I devoured you. Drinking from my lips as I had just drank from you.

I lead you to my bed. Our fingers entwined. With one hand I unzip my skirt and let it fall. I am glad I never wear panties…and I’m sure, for the first time having known that fact for so long, so are you. We lie down and look at each other; at our unclothed bodies; our uncloaked desire; and the possibility of more. There’d be time for more loving later…now, we need to talk.

Unconventional

I felt unusually uncomfortable. I wasn’t looking forward to my regular appointment with my counselor at all. I didn’t want anything to dampen this high I’d been riding since Rachel moved in with me.

It’d been a real pain in the ass to make room at my place for all her stuff, and we ended up just renting storage space for most of it, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat just to have her there. Everything sort of changed when the place became ours instead of mine. It brought us closer together.

This was the third time I’d lived with a girl. I moved straight from my mom’s house in with a girl going through a divorce… Sophie. She needed to feel safe, and at nineteen, I needed to get laid. We got along great. It helped that we were into the same drugs at the time. Sophie is really the one who got me hooked on BDSM. She wasn’t in the lifestyle or anything, but she liked it rough.

I’d never heard of role playing, and I don’t think she had either, but that’s what we did when we were bored out of our wits in that one bedroom apartment. Sophie had this look she would give me to indicate that she wanted to fuck. I watched for that look. Shit, I was nineteen, my dick was perpetually hard.

But when I would try to start something with her, she’d go cold. This hot/cold routine would escalate until my balls couldn’t take it anymore and next thing I knew, I’d be holding her face to the carpet and ramming my penis in her cunt. At first I felt really guilty about it afterward. Especially since she’d have carpet burns, scrapes, and cuts on her face, neck, and arms the next day. It looked like I was abusing her. She never minded the marks, but I did. It would’ve been hard to explain to a judge.

It was how she got off, though. And after a while, it was the only way I could get off, too. I’d spend hours figuring out how to tie quick knots that would hold so I could tie her down and minimize the marks and bruises she’d get. When that got old, I started surfing sites for other methods of restraints. That’s when I stumbled onto BDSM.

I didn’t have the money to buy half the shit I wanted to buy. In truth, my money went mostly on just living and getting by in those days. But it wasn’t hard to start making the switch for me. I needed something more… and there was this whole world of terms, rituals, and kinks that I never even knew existed, I could surf sites for hours and never get bored. It kept my obsessive mind busy.

Sophie wasn’t into it, though. She said it was too fake for her. She had this rape fantasy thing working in her mind and didn’t want to have anything to do with negotiating a scene, discussing limits, or using safewords. The more I read online, though, the more I saw myself doing jail time if I kept playing her game. Each session got rougher.

She’d spit in my face and then taunt me to slap her. I’d do it. One time, she goaded me into getting rough with her, she pinched at my nipples and twisted them until I practically broke her wrist forcing her to the ground. It wasn’t just she who was getting cuts and bruises anymore. I was walking around with marks, too.

Only the pain wasn’t doing the same thing for me as it did for her. I didn’t get off on it. In fact, just the opposite. It got so I avoided triggering any sort of sexual response in her because I was having some trouble getting it up for her sessions.

I tried using humiliating language on her to take the place of the physical force. Calling her a filthy whore worked somewhat to satisfy her without having to engage in full out physical warfare, but it didn’t do much for me. My time with Sophie was proving to be a self-awareness trip. I’d try something to see how it would work. Some kinks weren’t my thing; some were.

When I finally figured out that the reason I didn’t like her rough sessions was because she had most of the control over them, a whole world of possibilities opened up for me. But it was a world without Sophie.

I lived back at home for awhile, and then on my own until Jodie came along. There were women in between that stayed at my place regularly, but none that I would really classify as moving in all the way. Jodie seemed different. Our affiliation was based on our symbiotic needs and nothing more. It was a great way to learn the ropes, but after a while it just grew stale. I’d find myself wanting something more meaningful than just a play partner.

“Jeff, you can go in now.”

The receptionist’s voice snapped me back to present day. I attempted a smile at her as I pushed through Dr. Robinson’s office door.

Lily Robinson was the third doctor I’d seen since I was first labeled with OCD and autism. My teenage years had been cruel and had spun me straight into clinical depression. The first two doctors insisted I go into residential care after a suicide attempt but Dr. Robinson took a different tack.

Lily looked up from her desk and tilted her head expectantly toward me.

“Two years, nine months, and six days.” I was required to do the math before we could start a session. It was my own affirmation of my condition. Doing this helped me to not dwell on every lousy failed attempt at gaining control over other aspects of my life.

“How do you rate your current confidence?”

“Nine, plus. Doesn’t cross my mind.” My mind is too occupied with Rachel to think about doing drugs.

Dr. Robinson recorded the number I’d just given her and then reviewed her notes for a moment. “Last month you invited Rachel to join us. Was there anything from that session that you wanted to address today?”

“I mostly wanted to put her mind at ease. You know, about what I’m about.”

“And did the session do that?”

“Yeah, I guess. She sort of made up her mind a couple days before the appointment. I brought her anyway. I wanted you to meet her.”

“Why? You don’t need my approval, Jeff.”

“I know. I don’t know at this point if it would matter much if you didn’t approve of Rachel. But … I know myself, and what’s going on in my mind right now, the constant focus … it concerns me a little.”

“Is it any different than what you did to get into the IT field? You poured over manuals and online tutorials to teach yourself the trade. What about BDSM and your study of control? Or your bullwhip training, for example? Are any of those pursuits different than this one in the way you pour yourself into it with a single-minded focus?”

“No.”

“Have you felt your sense of self-control slipping?”

“At times, yeah. I get so obsessed with what Rachel is doing when she’s not with me that I have to fight this urge to drive to her work and camp out and wait for her.”

“Do you actually do it?”

“No.”

“What stops you?”

“I imagine her seeing me there and how freaked out she would get. You met her, so you know how jumpy she is.”

“I met her, yes. I don’t know if I observed the jumpiness you describe.”

“It’s subtle, but it’s there.”

“You’re allowed to have absurd thoughts. I’d say that you are demonstrating an appropriate and fairly common response for an obsessive person in a committed relationship. As long as you continue to recognize the boundary between fantasy and reality, it’ll be okay.”

Her fantasy-reality statement reminded me of something. “We’re starting to role-play a little. I devised a simple scene last weekend that worked out pretty well. I’ve been creating all these scenes in my mind now; really pouring some serious brain-effort into it.”

“In a positive or negative way?”

“Positive. I was late to a meeting once, but other than that, it hasn’t really affected work. I can’t think about it as much there because of the physical effect it has on me.”

It took Dr. Robinson a moment to figure out that I was referring to the hard-on I get when I start visualizing scenes with Rachel. I waited until I saw the recognition on her face to continue.

“Rachel has some hang-ups with personal image that I want to work through, so some of the scenes I have in mind will be public. And she thinks of me as being a lot older than her, even though there’s only ten years difference between us, so I want to create some roles where I’m an authority figurehead. There’s a guy in our group that leases office spaces and he has a vacant office that he’s offered up to me and a few other buddies. It’s only for a short time. I’ve reserved the space for tomorrow and Wednesday night. I have a little office scene planned.”

“Sounds like something fun.”

I briefly wondered if there was any truth to her words. I would wager that she’d never so much as considered role-playing with a partner. Not in the way I had planned, anyway.

She was consistently supportive of my unconventional activities, though. She’d never batted an eye over it, from the first time I mentioned my SM proclivities. In fact, many times she applauded my lifestyle choice for the positive direction it shifted my focus.

“I think she’s going to like what I have planned.”

“And you?”

“Oh, yeah. I like everything I do with Rachel. I’m crazy about her.”

“I think this is the most enthusiastic you’ve been about a girl.”

“It is. Definitely. I think this is the real deal. She’s moved into my place now. We’re getting her house ready to go on the market. She has a lot of junk to get rid of first.”

“Have you made plans for the future?”

“Not yet. I think about it constantly. I’ve even picked out a ring.”

“That’s a big step for not having discussed it first.”

“I didn’t say I bought the ring. I realise how compulsive that would be. It’s on hold for now.”

“Why the hesitation? That’s not like you.”

“I’m waiting for her house to sell before I bring it up. I don’t want to scare her.”

“What does her house selling have to do with scaring her or not?”

“It doesn’t. I just don’t want her to run away before we talk through it. I’m afraid of losing her.”

“So, you’re waiting until she has no other options?”

I could feel my stomach acid start to burn my throat. It was exactly what I was doing.

“Being vulnerable is the hardest part of intimacy, Jeff. It’s why some people avoid getting close to people.”

“Yeah, it sucks. It makes me feel so …” I knew the words, but I didn’t want to say them.

“Out of control?”

I nodded.

“If you were entering into this relationship two years ago, I might caution you. At that point in your development, it would’ve caused me concern. But not now. Not with your current degree of confidence. I think you’re ready for a committed relationship. You’ve developed some excellent coping mechanisms. In fact, I’ve been half expecting you to stop our sessions.”

“I’ve thought about it. But it feels good to hear that I’m doing the right things.”

“Then we should keep going. I’ll leave it totally up to you for how long.”

“There is this other thing that has cropped up lately. It’s sort of weird, and may be totally unrelated but I think I should mention it. I’m sort of developing some kind of fetish around impregnation. It’s starting to take over all my other fantasies.”

“Are your fantasies focused on Rachel, or on pregnant women in general?”

I thought about it for a second. “Only Rachel. But, I mean, all my fantasies are about Rachel right now.”

“Have you been unable to perform without this fantasy being present?”

“Oh, no. I can pretty much get it up …” I paused to reword my sentence. “I don’t need any visualizations when I’m with Rachel. This role playing and anything else we add is just an enhancement.”

Dr. Robinson smiled. “Then I don’t think you have anything to worry about. It’s perfectly normal to fantasize about the next phase of your life with the woman you love. I will, however, strongly suggest that you start talking to Rachel about it.”

“I’ve mentioned it once to her. That I fantasized about having totally unprotected sex with her.”

“I meant, talk to her about your future. About marriage. Kids. The other part is optional.”

Dr. Robinson’s expression was one of reproof. I was rapidly approaching the edge of her comfort zone. She preferred to stay in non-sexual territory. I wouldn’t have brought up the fetish, except that I wanted to know if it had anything to do with my obsessive personality. Apparently not.

——–

Rachel and I had pretty ordinary sex that night. I pinned her wrists over her head as I fucked her missionary style. We were going to be playing the next two nights, so I didn’t want to go all out. I liked just having sex sometimes. Hell, with Rachel, it was all good.

I collapsed onto the mattress next to Rachel and pulled her back to my chest to talk.

“Are you ready for our scene tomorrow night?”

Rachel nodded. “I’ve picked out my outfits and everything. I even invented a whole background for my character to go along with the scene.”

“When did you do that?”

“At work today, mostly.”

“You should be focusing on work while at work. Dr. Robinson would be disappointed.”

“How was your session tonight?”

My heart tripped as I thought about what Dr. Robinson had suggested I do. The thought of asking Rachel to marry me just wracked me with fear.

“Jeff?”

I realised that I hadn’t answered Rachel. “It was fine. Nothing ground-breaking. She sort of suggested that I didn’t have to see her anymore.”

“What do you think?”

“I probably don’t, but it doesn’t feel right to quit just yet. A little longer.”

“I’m sure she just wants you to know you have options.”

Rachel’s statement reminded me once again of what Dr. Robinson had said about stripping Rachel of options. It made me sick to think about it. It was one thing for Rachel to give me control, and something entirely different to take it from her. I didn’t want to be that guy.

But when I opened my mouth to bring up the subject of our future, I froze. Nothing came out.

“Are you alright? You seem miles away.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here. Just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I can say that a thousand times a day, but can’t talk about commitment. What a fucking pussy I am.

——–

I managed to put it out of my mind for most of the day. It helped that we had a play session planned. I had something to capture my focus. By the time 4:00 rolled around, I was ready to slip into my harassing director role.

I shaved all my facial hair and changed into a business suit once I got to the vacant office space. Tie and all. I had to do something to make myself look older in Rachel’s eyes.

The space was pretty much the way it had been described. There was a reception area, three private offices, and a large open space with cubicles. For the scene I had planned, Rachel was the administrative assistant who sat near the door, and I was the asshole boss who occupied the largest of the three offices at the end of the hall. It was performance review time.

Rachel loved the scene because she had just gone through her performance review at work. This review was going to be a little different than the one she got at her real job, though.

I left papers on her desk, an assignment that she was to complete along with a note to come see me at 5:00pm. I knew she would be late.

When she appeared at the doorway of my office at 5:08pm, I was leaning back in my chair with a smug grin on my face, ignoring my open laptop.

“You’re late.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. She scanned my appearance from head to toe. Her stunned gaze flitted from my upper lip to my throat to my stomach and back again. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. I had to, uh…”

“Come in here and shut the door behind you. I’m not interested in your excuses, Miss Hobbs.” We’d decided to stick with our real names so it would be easier to remember.

“It’s Jameson now, sir. I’ve decided to switch back to my maiden name.”

My surname? For real, or just for this scene? “Very well, Miss Jameson. Have a seat.”

Rachel swallowed hard and moved quickly to the seat opposite the desk from me. Her nervousness was making my penis stiffen. Not to mention the cute little white blouse and flowery skirt she had picked out for the occasion. She almost looked too young to be working in an office. Another scene flashed quickly before my eyes. I filed it away to explore another time.

“I’ve been reviewing what your peers have had to say about working with you, along with the notes your previous manager has left. It appears that you are unfocused at times, is that correct?”

Rachel suppressed a smile. I’d just added that tidbit to my script the night before when she mentioned spending her time at work thinking about our scene. She cleared her throat before responding. “I don’t know. I try hard to stay on task most of the time.”

“And what about your tardiness? There was tonight, of course, but in your file I see this can be a problem.”

“I apologise for tonight, sir. As for the other times … I get detained sometimes at home in the morning. My, uh, brother hogs the shower.”

“Oh, come now, Miss Jameson, I don’t believe for a second that you live with your brother. Why would you lie to me like that?”

Rachel scrambled to think of an excuse. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. It’s my boyfriend who hogs the shower.”

She tilted her head in an accusatory gesture. I’d made her late for work a couple of weeks earlier because I’d taken over her shower to fuck her in the morning. I then finished my own bathing before letting her continue. I’d never been very good at sharing the shower.

I liked how she followed my lead on incorporating real life events in our role playing. She was a natural at it.

“On the balance, you do produce your share of work.” I paused and stood up from my chair as if pondering what to say next. I sauntered around the desk and then leaned back against it once I was standing directly in front of where she was sitting. “You’re the last employee I have to review today. You know what I’m finding most annoying about these reviews, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel shook her head as she blinked up at me.

“Mediocrity.”

“Sir?”

“People doing only just what they have to to get by. In your file there is nothing to suggest that you are a problem employee. No real infractions. And yet, also nothing to suggest that you’re trying very hard, either. I have a stack of reviews identical to yours sitting on my desk.” I pointed to a stack of manila files staged next to my laptop. “I can’t give everyone a raise. And my boss says I need to let two people go.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I gazed down at Rachel with a sad expression on my face.

“It saddens me. It really does. You’re a very beautiful, bright young woman, Rachel.”

Rachel fidgeted. Pink splotches appeared on her neck and cheeks. She was starting to lose herself in the scene. “Please, sir. I like my job.”

I shook my head. “I just don’t know if you like it enough, Rachel.”

“I do. I swear. Please don’t fire me.”

“I don’t want to. Believe me. Just seeing you like this breaks my heart.”

I moved around her chair to stand behind her. My hands cupped her cheeks and then moved down her neck to massage her shoulders. Rachel froze and held her breath.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, you’ll find that I can be a very … generous boss.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I like to work off a system of both rewards and punishments. Someone such as yourself who might stay late a couple of nights a week to help me in the office, might find themselves rewarded in a number of ways. Some financial. Some, let’s say, more intimate.”

I removed my hands from massaging her neck.

“But if that doesn’t interest you, maybe you should look for other work. I’m sure in this economy…”

“What sort of help do you have in mind?”

I placed one hand onto her neck and gently caressed the soft skin there as the fingers of my other hand went to work on her pinned hair. One by one I removed the pins, dropping each one on the floor until her hair fell onto her shoulders. “There, now. That’s so much better.”

My fingers sunk deep into her hair to massage her scalp. I had complete control of her head. One hand now cupping her chin as the other one massaged her scalp. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second. I slid my thumb up over her jaw and across her slack lips. Before she could grow tense, I slipped it past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes shot open in alarm.

“Sh-sh-sh. No need to be alarmed. It’s just my thumb.” I circled my thumb over her tongue and then back farther into her mouth. Her tongue and mouth fell slack. “Suck on my thumb, Rachel. It’s okay. You know you want to.”

Rachel’s lips closed around the base of my thumb and her tongue pressed the digit to the roof of her mouth. Her suction pulled it deep inside her mouth.

“You have such a pretty mouth. Your tongue feels so very nice, too. Would you like to keep your job here, Rachel?”

Rachel nodded, maintaining a strong suction on my thumb as she did so. She looked so fucking adorable, I could hardly stand it another second.

“Still… there are some things in your file that might make someone question my decision to keep you. I might forgive your lack of focus, but there’s still the matter of your tardiness. Had you not been late to our meeting, I could’ve overlooked it. But you made me wait, Rachel. And I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Rachel released my thumb and swallowed hard. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, you’re just going to have to take your punishment, I’m afraid. Unless of course, you’d rather take your leave…?”

Rachel shook her head violently. It was really despicable the way I was playing my role. I hoped to hell Rachel never had a boss even remotely like the one I was portraying. I’d gladly go to jail for beating the shit out of any scumbag who treated their female employees this way.

I offered my hand to help her up. “Come. Let’s get this over with, then.”

I led her around the desk, rolling the desk chair away from any impediments before sitting down in it.

“Over my lap you go.” I patted my lap and waited with an expectant expression. “I don’t have all night, Miss Jameson. The sooner you bend over my lap, the sooner this will be behind us. Then we can move onto the reward.”

Rachel perked up at the sound of that. She licked her lips and studied my thighs. She could no doubt see the outline of my erection through the trousers. I smiled when her eyes darted up to mine. She inched to one side of me, unsure of how to go about bending over.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake … here.” I yanked her wrist until she fell onto my lap and then caught her waist with my free arm to keep her from sliding off my legs. “Steady yourself with your palms on the floor.” I hardly needed to tell her the last part. Her hands had already gone there to keep from teetering onto her head.

Rachel’s choice of skirt was perfect for what I had in mind. I had no idea if she would choose a tight- or loose-fitting skirt for our scene. We didn’t discuss it in advance because that would give away what I wanted to do. I knew I could adjust my script to either, but silently preferred a skirt that I could hike up for a bare bottom spanking. She just so happened to pick one. Or, maybe had a similar vision of how this would go.

“It’s important that you understand that I glean no satisfaction from hurting you. Once I’ve finished, the punishment is complete.”

“How many, sir?”

“I am going to time it. You were eight minutes late, therefore, you will sustain eight minutes of punishment.”

Rachel gasped. Eight minutes could be a very long time over the knee.

I smoothed her skirt down and lifted my hand for her first set of swats through the thin cotton fabric. I thought it would be a good warm up to leave the skirt down at first. I came down in rapid strokes, around six or eight at a time, switching from one butt cheek to the other.

I paused after about 30 seconds of solid warm-up. Rachel was panting. She had begun to squirm on the last few strokes, indicating that her ass was starting to heat-up. I wedged my hand between her knees and then slid it up her inner thighs. Her skirt pooled around my wrist. I then gathered the fabric with my other hand and lifted it to expose her bottom.

She was wearing lavender cotton panties. Pink flesh peeked out beneath the fabric. I yanked at the elastic, tucking the fabric firmly into her butt crack until her cheeks were fully exposed. Her flesh had already turned a lovely bright shade of pink. I ran my fingers over the heated flesh for several moments, then without warning, lifted my hand for the first serious swat.

Rachel yelped and whined. I gritted my teeth through the rage that boiled up from hearing the whining noise. I hated whining, but we were in a scene. I was Mr. Hadfield, the harassing boss; not Jeff, the dominant boyfriend. I didn’t want to break the mood. Instead, I lifted my hand and came down even harder, for two strokes instead of one.

Rachel huffed and hissed, but she caught herself before she whined again. That’s my girl.

I continued to spank her bare bottom, switching from side to side. Rachel would grab my calf when it got too much for her and I would take a break. But only for a moment before continuing on. And mostly because my hand was starting to sting like hell. I silently wished I’d brought a ruler with me.

I glanced at my laptop to check the time. It had been just over eight minutes. I was ready for this part of the scene to be over. I stilled my arm and rested it on her upper thighs so I could caress her red bottom. She was going to have trouble sitting after that. Luckily, I didn’t intend for her to sit again.

I listened for her breathing to slow to near normal. When she started to take deep breaths to fill her lungs again, I knew she was ready. I let my fingers trail between her thighs to pet her pussy through the cotton. Rachel’s body tensed.

“I told you that I can be a very giving boss. I like to reward good behavior, Rachel.”

“I thought you meant with bonuses and stuff like that.”

My index finger traced a line up and down her slit through the sodden fabric of her panties. “There are other rewards that you’ll find much more satisfying. I think you want me to show you, but you’re afraid of what that’ll make you. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, let me tell you exactly what it will make you. You will be my very special girl, Rachel. You want that, don’t you? To be my special girl?”

Rachel nodded but didn’t answer.

“I want that, too. Now, let me help you stand up.”

I shifted my legs so she could gain purchase with her feet and stand. I steadied her in front of me as all the blood rushed back down her body.

“Remove your skirt and panties.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make you feel good, of course. This is your reward. Now, stop dawdling.”

Rachel reached over to her side to unfasten her skirt. A moment later, it was cascading to the floor. She tentatively tugged at her panties as she hissed through the pain of the elastic sliding over her tender skin.

I ogled her bare pussy as if I were seeing it for the first time. “How lovely. Just the way I like it. You are truly my special girl, Rachel.”

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment. I knew better, though. If she didn’t come within a minute, I was going to be surprised. I’d planned this scene with just the right amount of humiliation for her. I knew her pussy was already throbbing.

I leaned forward in my chair and snaked my tongue out to her slit. “Mmmmm. You taste perfect. Widen your stance for me, little one.”

Tears were welling in her eyes. I wasn’t positive if they were leftover from the spanking, or a product of the humiliation she was feeling at the moment. She widened her stance just a few inches and covered her face with her hand.

I slid my thumbs into her slit and opened her labia to expose her clitoral hood. Her pretty pink center was peeking out from beneath its protective hooded flesh. It was swollen and erect. So beautiful.

I approached her flesh with a soft tongue, laving and swirling around the slick tissue. Heat radiated from her center. She was already so close to orgasm. Our scene had gotten her into a perfect frame of mind to climax. I was just there to tip her over.

I glanced up at her face. She was still hiding behind her splayed palm.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Miss Jameson. Your pussy is beautiful and ripe. I just want to make it feel good. So, don’t be afraid to cum. I want my special girl to come for me.”

My hands slid around her hips to grip her bottom and pull her to my face. She yelped and shuffled her feet to remain standing. My tongue delved between her pussy lips and assaulted her clit. It was time for her to let go. I squeezed her heated butt cheeks as I worked her hard center, never straying from it for a moment. Several seconds later, her knees buckled and her hands gripped my shoulders. She gasped and sputtered her release, refraining from uttering a single sound. It was the only thing left that she controlled.

I sat back and smacked my lips with a satisfying noise and smug grin. Straightening my tie, I sat back in my chair to unashamedly admire her swollen lips.

“You’re a remarkable girl. I want your pussy just like this tomorrow.” I reached out to casually stroke her glistening lips. “Don’t let that boyfriend of yours fuck it tonight. Okay, little one?”

Rachel nodded. Her chin quivered and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. She was getting into the scene a little more than I had planned. I didn’t expect so many tears. I debated on whether or not to call off the rest of the scene. I had planned to have her suck me off, but I didn’t know if I could come with her on the verge of tears like she was.

You need to trust her, Jeff. She knows to use her safeword if it gets to be too much. Until then, you have to see this through. If you back down now, it’ll do more damage than just pushing through it. Regroup. Think.

I pulled her onto my lap and tucked her face into my neck. I held her while she quietly sniffled. A few silent minutes passed. I was giving her a timeout without calling it out loud.

“Was that so terrible that you have to cry about it, little one?” I needed to get back on track.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

“Be honest with me, now. My special girl liked having her pussy licked, didn’t she?” I hoped I wasn’t laying it on too thick.

Rachel nodded. “Yes.”

The fact that she answered verbally told me that we were back in business. She would never say it out loud if she were feeling traumatized by it. “That’s my good girl.”

I cringed as soon as the sentence left my mouth. Those were my words. Jeff’s words. I meant to say ‘special’ instead of 'good’. I didn’t want to use any term of endearment for her during the scene that I used in our real life. But I could hardly help that it was what I was thinking at that moment. I was immensely proud of how she was handling the scene.

“I think I deserve a little something for saving your job and treating you so nicely. Don’t you?”

Rachel lifted her head from my shoulder and sat upright. She avoided looking me in the eye as she nodded slowly.

“I don’t think I can wait another day to feel that pretty little mouth again.” I eased her off my lap and pressed on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. I very carefully brushed her hair behind her shoulders, then I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her cheeks flushed in response.

I wasn’t going to touch her breasts, but they were hard to resist. And my penis had softened considerably during our time-out. I needed to get back in the mood.

My hands moved to the top button of her blouse. Rachel glanced up at me briefly before averting her gaze again. I unbuttoned each one until her white cotton blouse hung open. She was wearing a front clasp bra. She seemed to have a lot of those. It wouldn’t have mattered either way. I would’ve just pushed the other kind up over her breasts and fondled them that way. That would’ve added to the humiliation.

I unclasped her bra and held onto it for a moment for dramatic effect before peeling it to the sides. My penis appreciated the suspense, which was what I was after. Rachel’s chest rose and fell more rapidly. She, too, was relishing the anticipation.

My eyes lit up with wonder as her breasts were revealed. Her nipples were hardly more than dots on her chest, puckered to perfect, tight, protruding points. Gooseflesh blanketed the surrounding area.

For a moment, it felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her breasts were sheer perfection. I’d always felt that way about them, but this was like seeing them for the first time again. Her unmistakable arousal broadcasted across her chest like that was really something breathtaking to behold.

My palms immediately cupped both her breasts at the same time, my thumbs grazing her lovely, hard points. “I can make you feel this good every time, Rachel. That will be your reward for keeping this a secret from everyone. Only you and I can know you’re my special girl.” I tugged at her nipples and she gasped. I thought there was a good possibility I could bring her to climax a second time. But we weren’t at home, and we didn’t drive together. I was a little concerned for her safety after the scene was over.

I released her breasts and quickly unfastened my pants, pulling my now rigid cock from my briefs. Rachel glanced down at it. Her breathing hitched, and then she worried her lower lip between her teeth. It was such a cute response, and totally new. She’d never chewed on her lip like that before. It was so fucking sexy.

I reached up to still her mouth with my thumb, still dumbstruck from the effect it was having on my steel rod. “Suck my cock, little one.”

My hand slipped behind her neck to guide her face to my cock. She hesitated for a second just before her lips touched the tip of my mushroom head. Then she opened her mouth and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, yeah, little one. That’s it.”

I guided her face up and down my shaft. Her lips clamped tight around my girth as her warm, wet mouth devoured my length over and over again. I eased her farther onto my cock so I could feel the tight ring at the back of her throat. I held her there for a couple of seconds and then released her so she could catch her breath.

She looked up at me with watery eyes and it was my undoing. My balls tingled and drew up. I’d always given her notice of my arrival, but it didn’t feel right for this character. He would expect his office whore to take it and swallow without complaint. I casually tapped on Rachel’s cheek a couple of seconds before I unloaded into her mouth. I almost didn’t get that much done. I didn’t have much warning. The climax overtook me in a rush and rolled through me with unbelievable force.

——–

I blinked hard at my computer screen. I hadn’t gotten shit done all day. Our scene kept replaying in my mind as if my engorged cock held the remote. There just wasn’t enough blood left over for my brain to do anything but wander aimlessly and plan where our next scene was going.

We’d sort of continued our role-playing into the night. Only after we both arrived home, I was back to being Jeff again. Rachel showered almost as soon as she arrived home. I was concerned that maybe the scene had a lasting effect on her since she never showered at night. But when I asked her if we needed to talk, she smiled and winked at me as she shook her head.

God, I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

I tried to make advances on her in bed but she pushed me away, claiming that she was wiped out from her performance review and long day at work. She then informed me that her boss would be retaining her the next night as well and that I shouldn’t wait on her for dinner.

She’d clearly thought this through on her ride from the office to the house. I hadn’t really thought of combining the two days into one long office scene the way she was doing, but it worked. It just made me unable to focus on anything else. I should’ve taken the day off.

I shutdown my laptop early to head to the vacant offices. I’d noticed the day before that there was an unsecured wireless network available. I could actually work from that office, which would be infinitely better than trying to concentrate at my desk with a raging hard-on. I didn’t have to worry about someone noticing it.

I settled into my chair and started getting into character. I’d brought some additional props with me this time. I’d gotten the idea from watching movies with high-powered executives. They all seemed to have decanters of liquor in their office. There was a credenza in the vacant office that might’ve been used for that very purpose, so I picked up a cheap decanter and highball glass set at the store on my lunch break. I filled the decanter with decaffeinated tea and arranged the glasses in a circle around it atop the credenza.

I didn’t have much scripted for our play session. My brain hadn’t been working all day. I was going to have to improvise.

I heard movement around the reception desk. Rachel was early. She wanted to make sure she didn’t get punished for being late again. Smart girl. This much I’d hoped for. I didn’t think my cock could wait through another spanking. It’d been painfully swollen and throbbing for the past few hours in anticipation of our scene.

I turned my attention to my laptop when I heard her footsteps approaching down the hallway. I could hardly contain the excitement that was mounting over seeing her again. I’d never felt that much longing for anything in my life. Not even drugs. And I knew it wasn’t the scene that was causing me to feel that way. It was Rachel.

I took a deep breath and steeled my face just a tick before she appeared in the doorway.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

I slowly released the breath I was holding before glancing in her direction. She’d chosen a different look entirely this time. She looked more sophisticated and professional. She wore a tight pencil skirt that ended just above her knee, high heels that were an inch too tall for the office, and a silk blouse that had an alluring drape in front. Her hair was loosely fastened to the back of her head with a claw that could be removed with a single squeeze of the prongs.

I tried to clear my mind of the visual I had of her hair falling over her bare shoulders. I wasn’t going to make it through that scene if I didn’t focus.

I caught a glimpse of a smirk on Rachel’s lips. She knew what the outfit was doing to me. She probably wore it on purpose to try and derail me.

“Yes, Miss Jameson. Come in. Shut the door behind you, please.”

When Rachel turned around, she noticed the decanter on the credenza. Her brow furrowed as she stared at it. I knew she was wondering how I intended to use that prop and if I’d decided to start drinking again just for our scene.

“I see you staring at my scotch. Would you like a drink, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel snapped her face toward me. She shook her head.

“Please, have a seat.” I stood and gestured toward her chair and then waited for her to sit before walking to the credenza to pour two glasses. “We should have a drink. It will help to relax you.”

“Do I need to relax, sir?”

I chuckled as I finished pouring. Then, with a knowing smile on my face, I turned and presented her glass to her. She accepted it with a shaky hand, and I held mine up for a toast. “To tonight.”

I clinked my glass to hers and lifted it to my lips for a healthy sip. Rachel watched me take my sip before tentatively lifting her glass to sniff the contents. A crease formed on her forehead as she took her first sip, then immediately smoothed when the realisation hit her.

I went on as if nothing had happened. “I’d like to keep our late night work sessions more social like this. I assume nothing has changed since last night… No second thoughts, no sudden attacks of misguided morality?”

Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head. She swallowed hard before answering. “No.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

It made my cock harder knowing she was already anticipating what was coming next. I honestly didn’t think it was possible for it to get any harder.

I reached out and stroked her cheek with my knuckles and then watched the pink splotches crawl up her neck and over her pale face. I wondered how much her mind was warring with her responsive body. I could hardly wait for our debriefing afterward. I planned to start it right after I came. I didn’t even want to wait until we were home. I enjoyed playing, but I missed my Rachel.

I kept stroking her cheek as I sipped my drink. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, Rachel. Have you been thinking about me?”

The colour of her cheeks reddened. I could actually feel the rush of heat against my knuckles. She nodded and dipped her head in defeat, her drink coming to rest on her lap.

“Were you able to keep your boyfriend at bay last night?”

“Yes, sir. I did as you asked.”

“Oh, you have missed me. You’re hoping for another reward, aren’t you, my special girl?”

Rachel squirmed in her seat and swallowed hard. She leaned forward and set her half full glass on the edge of the desk and then fought to keep her shaking hands still on her lap. She was positively brimming with sexual tension.

“You don’t have to answer, I can see it in your body. You’re aching for me to touch you again. Is that what you’ve been thinking about today, Rachel? Have you been fantasizing about my tongue swirling around your pert little clit until you explode? Has your tight little cunt been aching to feel me inside you?”

Rachel gasped and then swallowed hard. Her silk blouse shook, betraying how much her body was trembling with need.

“I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet. I didn’t get to spend the time I wanted there. I want to explore more of what you have to offer, Rachel. Get to know every inch of you as you will come to know me in time.”

I set my drink down next to hers and cupped her face in my palms, lifting her gaze to mine.

“Tonight will set our future. After this, there is no going back.”

I steadied her face in my palms to claim her mouth. Plunging my tongue past her lips, I filled the moist space and seized it for my own selfish purpose. It took her a few seconds to submit to the act, then her tongue was swirling with mine. I released my hold on her face and pulled her up from her chair and into my arms, never breaking contact with her lips.

Our kissing deepened and then grew more frantic as the need escalated within us both. At the rate we were going, I was going to come in my pants before I even got her blouse off. I reluctantly pulled away from our kiss to get back into my role.

We were both panting and clawing at each other like animals in heat. The scene had escalated too quickly.

“Not so fast, little one.” I took a few deep breaths to slow down my breathing and heart rate. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” It was cliche, but unfortunately also the only thing that popped into my head. It fit the role, though.

Rachel stifled a chuckle and buried her face in my shoulder to hide the smile I was sure was on her face.

“You don’t want to rouse the animal in me, little one. He might just hurt you.”

I could tell the very instant that smile left Rachel’s face. A chill ran through her and she started to pull away from my grasp. I tightened my hold on her and roughly groped her right breast through her blouse to drive the point home.

I released her breast and unbuckled my belt. Pinning her against the desk with my body, I unfastened my trousers and pulled my engorged cock through the opening in the boxers I was wearing.

“This is what you’ve really come here for, isn’t it, Rachel little one?”

Rachel turned her head to the side to avoid looking at it. I firmly grasped her wrist and eased her hand to my stiff cock.

“Play with my penis, little one. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. The beast is silenced.”

I held her wrist as her fingers slowly glided over my shaft.

“That’s my special girl.”

Rachel winced at the phrase but kept exploring with her fingers. I released her wrist to allow her to do it on her own. I got a charge out of watching her caress my cock with such reluctance. There was something about it that turned me on.

I reached into her blouse and snaked my hand beneath her bra to fondle her breast. A few seconds later, I had her unclasped and was holding the weight of her bare bosom in my hand.

She wouldn’t face me for another kiss, so I lowered my face to her neck and began to kiss and suckle her there. I knew this was a major erogenous zone for Rachel, and her body responded accordingly. She arched her back, thrusting her breast harder into my massaging palm.

It felt like I was witnessing a tennis match. Her willing body against her reluctant mind. At the moment, her body was winning. Time to serve one up for her mind, now.

“I like the way you’re stroking my cock, little one. I’d like it better if you were naked. Think you can manage that while I shutdown my computer?” I tapped her chin for an extra demeaning effect before tucking my cock back into my boxers and buttoning the trousers to keep them up as I walked around the desk.

Rachel appeared to be frozen in place. I could only imagine the litany of names she was calling me at that moment. I pretended not to notice her as I focused on my computer screen, but I caught every move she made from my peripheral vision.

It took her a couple of seconds to start moving toward the goal of removing her clothes. I imagine she was giving herself a pretty heavy pep talk. She was a strong woman, who in real life had never succumbed to such demeaning control. Truth be told, what I was doing to her was mild compared to what I’d done in the past with other willing subs.

The thing I’d learned from my experience in the lifestyle was that one size didn’t fit all. What we were doing might bore the snot out of someone else. And what another submissive endured would probably scare the shit out of Rachel. It didn’t really matter as long as what you did was working for you.

And even though this was pretty tame compared to other scenes I’d done, it was definitely working for me.

She took her time removing her clothing and so I took my time shutting down, being sure to send off a few last minute emails as if having a naked woman in my office was a regular occurrence and not nearly as important as business. By the time my screen was going blank, she no doubt felt the full weight of her insignificance to my character.

I shoved the laptop into the carrying case and cleared the desktop of all other contents. I’d brought a ruler and had it prominently displayed atop the desk in case she decided to be disobedient. I had to be ready to follow through on punishments, if needed, and my hand couldn’t take another long spanking. I was thankful the scene hadn’t gone that direction.

I approached Rachel’s flank and pulled her naked body against my business suit to give her the full effect of her vulnerability. Her arms were crossed over her front, protecting her breasts and lower abdomen. She was so cute like that, but not quite where I wanted her. Time for a nice lob for the other side.

I unclipped her hair and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent and laying small kisses beneath her ear and along her shoulder. She shivered in response. Yes, that’s it. Let the feeling take you.

My arms engulfed her, my hand brushing her arm away from her breast so I could fondle it as I nibbled her ear. I’d made it once again clear that I was the one who controlled what happened. That was the way to get her to submit the way I wanted. To get her juices flowing so urgently that she would do just about anything for release.

I could feel her relaxing in my arms; succumbing to the quickening. My hand slid down her abdomen and over her pussy mound. I cupped her there possessively for a brief moment to convey my claim. Then I pushed my middle finger past her pussy lips and into her hot, wet hole.

Rachel sucked a sharp breath into her lungs at the intrusion. I bit her ear to keep her from moving, and then continued to finger fuck her. I didn’t want to all out fuck her or get her off, I just wanted to show her that I liked to play with her pussy. That it was mine to play with.

“Your pussy is once again ripe for me, Rachel. This time I’m going to give it what it really wants.”

Rachel’s head shook slowly from side to side, and her mouth opened as if she were about to protest, but she said nothing. She simply looked stunned, panting and mewling as I continued to work my finger in and out of her wet cunt.

I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor. I didn’t bother with the boxers, I could leave them in place and fuck her through the open fly. Inching her toward the desk until her thighs came flush against the side, I slipped my finger out of her pussy and pressed her down onto the desk, face-first.

I hoisted her right knee up and onto the desk to open her cunt to me. Then I positioned my throbbing head at her opening.

“Wait! Please, no.”

“It’s too late for that now, little one.”

“I, uh, I’m not on the pill. I could get pregnant.”

This must’ve been part of her character background that she’d conjured up for our scene. I stared down at her glistening cunt, my cock throbbing to enter. I eased the head of my cock inside her warmth and instantly felt her pulsating welcome.

“Please believe me.”

“I do believe you. If you thought that was going to stop me, you were wrong. I love the thought of filling you with my seed and making a baby. I want you to get pregnant. In fact, I might just have you stay after work every night until you do. And if that’s not enough, at lunch, too.”

My hips started bucking furiously, thrusting my cock as deep as I could inside her.

“And when your belly is big and round with my baby, I’m going to keep fucking you.”

I was lost in my own fantasy again, the one that had been haunting my mind for weeks.

“I’m going to suckle milk from your breast as you feed our child, and then I’m going to fill you with my seed until you’re pregnant again. Yes. Fuck.”

I slammed my hips hard into her for my final thrusts, unloading everything I had in a series of intense, shuddering waves that left me seeing stars. I gripped her hips to steady me upright.

For several silent seconds, we remained in that position.

When blood flow returned to my head, I eased out of her pussy and pulled her knee off the desk to return her foot back to the floor. A twinge of guilt washed over me as I realized that I’d been totally selfish. I had no idea if she came or not.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek and neck, working my way along her jaw toward her lips.

Suddenly I had this urgent need to tell her how I felt. “I love you so much, Rachel.”

She smiled, but before she had a chance to reply, my lips were on hers. I was desperate to kiss her. It felt like we’d been apart for days or something. I’d never felt that way after a scene before. I wanted to make love to her again, but not on that desk. Not in that office. At home. In our bed.

I couldn’t let go of her, though. Not yet. I wished I could just beam us there.

I sat down in the chair behind me pulling her firmly onto my lap and holding her in place. Rachel slumped against my chest and heaved a deep sigh.

I stroked her hair. “Are you alright?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. That was intense.”

I nodded. I knew it had been for me. “Did you cum?”

Rachel nodded and chuckled. “Yeah.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Your reaction to my confession about not being on the pill. It was so powerful.”

“That’s because I wasn’t acting.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s how I feel about impregnating you. I want to have children with you. I want to get married first, don’t get me wrong.”

Rachel lifted her head and twisted to look me square in the face. “What are you saying, Jeff?”

“I think I’m asking you to marry me.”

My heart thudded in my chest for the ten second delay in her response. Tears welled in her eyes and her body started to tremble as she nodded her head.

“Is that a yes?”

She managed a smile before her first sob took her. “Yes.”

Wynonna Earp + text posts

APRIL_레이첼 2018.04.08. 23:40
[ 레이첼 ] 활동이 끝났네요 | ♡FROM. APRIL♡ 

파인에플 여러분~❤
드디어 오늘부로 저희의 ‘파랑새’ 활동이 끝났습니다~! 뭔가 아쉬웠던 4주였지만 우리 파인에플이랑 함께 할 수 있어서 너무 행복했어요.
저번에 팬싸에서 어떤 한 팬분이 저에게, 너를 볼때는 항상 긍정적인 에너지가 넘쳐나오는것 같아 좋다, 나에게 너무나도 큰 힘이된다, 고 하셨는데 그 이야기가 저에게 굉장히 크게 와닿았던것 같아요. 제가 누군가에게 큰힘이 된다는게 너무 좋고 기쁘고.. 항상 우리 파인에플과 이야기를 해보면 다들 각자 고민이랑 생각들이 많은것 같은데, 너무 큰 걱정 마시고 하시는일 다 잘될거니까! 저도 여러분들 덕분에 큰 힘과 위로가 되는것처럼 여러분들도 저희보고 힘내셨으면 좋겠어요..!♡ 저희가 여러분들의 앤돌핀이 되어드릴게요!!!! 감사하고 늘 사랑해요~~
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yeoldenews:

I spent most of my weekend attempting to go through and transcribe more of  Rachel‘sletters.

For those who haven’t been following along, Rachel was a teenage girl who was attending a prestigious boarding school in Boston (and later in Philadelphia) in the 1890s. I bought a bunch of letters written by her (and other family members/friends) at a flea market two summers ago. Most of the letters were written to her cousins Will and Jack, who were right around her age and were at Phillips Academy and later Harvard and Yale.

I’m going to try to get around to photographing the letters soon, but for now here are a just a few of the many, many highlights and interesting tidbits…

• Rachel was almost expelled from Dana Hall in 1895 for… something. She never says exactly what she did. The only thing I’ve managed to discern is that it started with her and her roommate going to the headmistress to jokingly “confess their crimes” after another girl had been expelled for fighting, and ended with two full school faculty meetings and her losing her Hogsmeade Boston privileges until Easter.
• Rachel has an aunt named Isabel S. Smith. As far as I can tell the S also stands for Smith. 
• Will sent Rachel a picture of himself and his roommate Allen. Rachel hung the picture in her room. The other girls in her dormitory saw it and now everyone is in love with Allen.
• Allen refers to himself as Will’s husband. He signs his letters to him “Hubby”. Rachel randomly ran into Allen’s dad somewhere and wrote Will to let him know that his “father-in-law” seems like a lovely man.
• A lucky rabbit’s foot was THE must-have accessory of 1896.
• Trying to make plans by letter and telegraph seems to have been surprisingly similar to trying to make plans by text
  
• For the 1896 Election Rachel’s school had mock elections where each dorm room was an election district, and then they stayed up late waiting for the results which were announced by ringing the electric bell in the tower (6 times for Bryan, 12 for McKinley). None of these girls would be able to actually vote for president for another 24 years.
• Inone weekend Rachel saw performances by Emma Calvé,E. H SothernandJulia Marlowe.
• Her reviews of the performances were as follows:
  
• “Calvé was perfect…She was called back seventeen times and finally sang.”
• “Sothern!!!”
• “Well of course you’ve seen her so there’s no use in my raving.”
• Rachel heard Calvé sing this in person.
  
• Using multiple exclamation points is not a new thing
  
• Will has a crush on Julia Marlowe
  

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