The Long Road Back Ch 04
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As he recovered from his third explosion deep in her eager throat, Luke’s mind nibbled on the chewy rind of a nagging but ripening guilt.
She’s been sucking me off for well over an hour, and by the look in her eyes I can tell we’re nowhere near done. We’ll get up to something kinky in the shower, have a little breakfast, and then we’ll be right back in bed. All the early signs of a day-long bacchanal are plain. Bill’s coming back on Thursday, so this is our last full and uninterrupted day of sex for at least a little while. I can tell that she doesn’t intend to waste a moment of it. Not that I mind, of course, but...
Kathryn was impatiently tugging on his cock, urging him to get up and join her in the bathroom. I’m so close to done with my work. In fact, I don’t actually need to be here to order wine. I could help her prepare the cellar for the new arrivals, leave the stocking of future deliveries to them, and call it a finished project. Except...
He groaned as she gave up on moving him from the bed and instead returned to noisily slurping on his shaft. Except that I don’t want to. Why would I? Being here, with her, like this ... it’s my own personal paradise. Still...
His next release was approaching far more quickly than he would’ve guessed, given that it was his fourth of the morning. As always, she parceled out the full measure of her limitless skill at need, and the timing and tenor of his peaks were entirely under her control. I’m marking time. Not wasting it, but between the sex and the irresolution, I’m outstaying my welcome in any number of ways. The next few days are going to be frustrating. Bill’s going to be here for a while, and while he is I have to work. But if I do, I’ll be closer to the end than ever. Still, I can’t delay and pretend forever. Sooner or later, I have to leave. But before that...
Lifting his hips from the bed, he poured another load of cream into her mouth.
We have to make a decision. I have to make a decision.
Finally acquiescing to her demands, he rose and allowed himself to be led towards the shower.
But I don’t want to.
If anything, his initial assessment of her sexual hunger understated its intensity and focus. They made love in the shower. Had frenetic sex on the bed. Urgently coupled with her bent over the table and the sofa, pressed against the wall, on the floor, holding on to the sides of the bathroom sink...
... and then she playfully dragged his naked body across the driveway, through the house, and onto the patio, where she fellated him poolside (while immersed in the pool), straddled him for reverse-cowgirl anal on a shaded deck chair, wrapped her legs around him while using the outdoor shower, and then — shattering one of her self-imposed boundaries — went back inside and laid herself across one end of the dining room table so he could feast on her dripping sex until his tongue ached. Back in the guesthouse they made gentle love, napped, fucked like animals, napped again, kissed like long-sundered lovers whose lips would never again part, ate, and then spent the rest of the evening pounding each other into exhaustion. Few words were spoken — none were needed, and only a handful were even possible amidst their urgent copulation — yet their absence loomed over the delirious abandonment of their rutting like an ominous storm cloud.
The next day began as a repeat of the previous, with Kathryn repeatedly sucking the very life from his turgid organ, but to his surprise she rejected his amorous advances in the shower. “Save your energy. I have plans.” A short while later, they were in her car. She brushed aside all his queries until they pulled into a forested glade. Signs indicated a small network of trails winding their way into the trees.
“Is this where you came with your therapist?” he asked as she handed him an overstuffed pack and shouldered one of her own. He could smell food, and by the weight he guessed that there was wine as well.
“Yes. In fact, we’re going to do the same walk. And when we’re done, you too will be able to say you came here with me.”
“Not that I object to any of your plans, but why?”
“Luke,” she admonished with a sultry wink, “if you don’t know by now...”
“Stop looking around.”
“It’s just ... I mean, I don’t want to be a prude or anything, but this is really exposed, and...”
“Shut up. Give me ... oh Jesus that feels good.” Luke was somewhat less than smoothly slotting her drenched cunt, pinning her against a large oak that did little to hide them from someone approaching from any direction save directly opposite the tree’s thick trunk, but aside from a pair of open zippers and a hasty rearrangement of their undergarments, they were still fully clothed. Unfortunately, it did little to reduce his anxiety.
“What if... ?”
“You worry too much,” she grunted.
“I’m cool with outdoor sex, but I’m not an exhibitionist,” he hissed.
“I know you’re not. But have you paid attention to my bikinis? Have you noticed how I dress for certain formal events?”
His lust flamed at the memory. “Um, yeah.”
“And?”
“And you are. I get it. But...”
“Be quiet and concentrate on how this feels. The sooner we both come, the sooner you can get back to your Victorian modesty.”
The crunch of a heavy boot crushing fallen twigs caused Luke to freeze in place. Kathryn stared at him, silently demanding that he continue, but he was too panicked to move. She pulsed her vaginal muscles a few times, but when she was unable to rouse him out of motionless, she sighed and carefully reversed their positions, pushing him against the tree and taking up a rolling, grinding motion of her own. Slack-jawed at her brazen audacity, he leaned as close to her ear as possible and whispered, “Even if they can’t see us — and that seems unlikely, given the way your hair’s swinging around — they can certainly hear us.”
“So?” she shrugged, sighing with pleasure and pumping with greater urgency. “Let them hear.”
“But...”
“Hold on. I’m almost there,” she whispered. Slamming her lips against his, she plunged her tongue into his mouth and convulsed in orgasm. Her groans, though muffled, were most definitely audible. The presence of their as yet unidentified voyeur had indefinitely delayed his own peak, though he remained erect. After a few moments to catch her breath, Kathryn quietly ended her impalement, dropped to her knees, gave his rod a thorough (and, to his ears, unnecessarily loud) slurp, and then stuffed his erection back into his shorts. Deftly rearranging her own clothing, she took his hand and stepped from behind the tree to greet their audience, forcefully dragging him with her. He was painfully aware that his unsated arousal would be visible to their unknown audience, and the thought itself caused him to deflate.
An older man, his skin bronzed and wrinkled from decades under the sun, peered at them from beneath a weather-stained hat. His well-worn hiking clothes showed signs of extensive use. If he was surprised by their current tableau (or what preceded it), he showed no sign, though his brief glance at Luke was followed by a much more careful and entirely uninhibited study of Kathryn’s irrepressible curves. “Sorry to disturb you folks,” he offered in a gravelly voice. “I thought I heard a cry for help. By the time I got close enough to learn the truth of it ... well, it didn’t seem like you required my assistance,” he added with a wink. “I’m still here because I didn’t want to startle you.”
Luke reddened, still too taken aback to speak, but Kathryn smiled as she teased him in return. “I’m not so sure I believe you. I think you waited around for a completely different reason.” Luke’s shock at her brazenness only increased.
“Okay, you caught me,” he responded, still showing no sign of embarrassment. His voice turned wistful as he continued, “It’s been far too many years since ... well, it’s been a long while. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. There was even a time it might’ve been me on the other side of that tree. Anyway, I’ll take my leave and let you two get back to it, if you like.”
Letting go of Luke’s hand, Kathryn closed the distance between herself and the man, resting a hand on his shoulder and studying his wizened features. Despite his earlier equanimity, even he couldn’t keep his eyes from widening at the proximity of someone so beautiful ... especially when she released her hold on his shoulder and stroked her fingers down his chest, stopping just below his ribcage before breaking contact. “I’m sure she enjoyed it as much as I did,” she said, startling both men by giving him a tender kiss on the cheek.
With a satisfied grin, he turned and walked away at a surprisingly jaunty pace. “I don’t recall any complaints,” he called as he disappeared around a corner.
“Are you ever going to move from that spot, or am I going to have to call a rescue team to extract you from the forest?” She was still staring at the place where they’d lost sight of their voyeur, and though her words were light, there was an obvious undertone of gentle mockery.
“I’ll be okay once I get over my disbelief. For one thing, I’m clearly not cut out for public sex. And for another, I was beginning to think you were about to give him a handjob or something.”
“I definitely thought about it.”
It took Luke a few moments to process her entirely unexpected answer. “You ... wait, what? You did?”
“Of course. Luke,” she countered, turning to face him, “I always think about it. I almost never do it, and in fact it’s been a long time since the word ‘almost’ belonged in that phrase, but things have changed and the old rules don’t necessarily apply anymore. You’re why they don’t, remember? Why is it so hard for you to see that?”
“I...” Whatever counterargument he’d been about to muster, it died on his lips. With a resigned sigh, he admitted, “I guess by now I should know better than to be surprised, but I am. It’s just ... I mean, you didn’t even know his name. For all you know, he could’ve been a serial killer. I’m so far out of my comfort zone that I can’t even begin to think about how I feel about any of this.”
Her brow furrowed. “Luke, sit. We need to have a conversation.”
“In the course of human history, nothing good has ever followed a woman telling a man that ‘we need to talk,’” he muttered as he looked for a comfortable place to sit, shrugged, and propped himself against the tree they’d been using for concealment.
“Then let this be the first,” she said, sitting directly in front of him and hugging her knees to her chest. “I want you to start by being completely honest with me. How long after we met did you decide that, should the opportunity present itself, you’d sleep with me?”
“What’s the shortest measurable unit of time?”
“Be serious.”
“I am. Because the answer’s ‘sooner than that.’ There was never a shred of doubt that I wanted to. It was completely obvious, at least to me, that a premature or clumsy ‘move’ would end in disaster, but an actual opportunity never seemed to present itself. Nevertheless, while my reasons for wanting to grew exponentially over the course of our conversation, they were there from the start.”
“Well, thank you. I wasn’t quite as horny as you, I guess,” she teased as he blushed. “I didn’t commit to the desire until the evening was closer to its end, which is why I disappeared into the night before it could happen. Anyway, I’ve explained all of that before. Once you came out to the lake, though, how long did it take for me to initiate sex with you?”
“About a week and a half, depending on...”
“No need to delve into definitional minutiae. I remember what happened, and you’re correct. You arrived on a Monday, and starting the following Wednesday the barriers fell — though the Champagne unquestionably helped — and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Now: how long did it take me to invite Wendy to join us?”
“I have no idea. You hinted that you also found her attractive from the start, but...”
“Never mind,” she said, cutting him off, “that was an unfair question. You weren’t in my head, so you’d have no way of knowing. The answer is that the time from the moment you confessed your love to the moment I picked up the phone to set up both the date and its aftermath was a matter of hours, at most. Think about that while I move on to the next question: how long did it take you to talk me into hooking up with Alejandro?”
“Fifteen minutes or so? I’d been thinking about it for a few days, long before I was consciously aware of that particular opportunity, but...”
“That doesn’t matter. This isn’t really about you, it’s about me and the duration of my sexual decision-making. Fifteen minutes sounds about right, though you should probably add the delay while the two of you debated and schemed until it turned into a threesome, because I also dithered and changed my mind during that time. Finally, how long did it take me to agree when Alejandro proposed that Faith join us?”
“I think you said yes before he’d even finished asking.”
“Exactly. So, once I decided to abandon my vows and male that first terrifying leap into your pants, everything that followed came more easily and with less hesitation. I never even considered saying no to Faith. How much or often did I hold back that weekend? Even though you know it was full of firsts and moments that required absolute trust, did I say no to anything of actual consequence? I slowed you and Alejandro down a few times when your enthusiasm threatened to cause me excessive pain, but I never stopped you, and I was never inclined to. Do you understand where I’m going with this?”
“Your resistance gives way more quickly with every passing day.”
“Yes, but it’s much more than that. First of all, it’s not about resistance; it’s about the gap between what I want to do and what I think I should do. The person you met — the woman who wouldn’t just follow you back to your apartment, no matter how interested she was in doing just that — isn’t who I really am. It never has been. This is. And, as I keep explaining, you’re bringing it out of me. More accurately, you’re returning me to who I was all along. Who I really want to be.”
He considered this for a while. “Still, you weren’t actually thinking about having sex with that guy, were you?” His incredulity remained palpable.
“Well, you’re right about one thing: we didn’t know his name or anything about him. And you’re also correct that he could’ve been a creep, or worse. He wasn’t, but he could’ve been. No, I wouldn’t have had penetrative sex with him, but I was very close to ... look, dear, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, or doubt for one second just how much I love you, but I’ve always been especially attracted to older men. Always. And yes, for better or worse I’m sure that’s yet another hardwired artifact of my past. Anyway, I was already turned on because of what we were doing, where we were doing it, and the knowledge that we’d been discovered, and I admit that I was was a little more turned on once I got a look at him. But what really got to me was the sadness in in eyes. It’s pretty clear that he had a wife, that he lost her years ago, and I don’t think he was lying when he said it’d been a long time since he’d experienced sex of any kind. You accused me of wanting to give him a handjob, right?”
“I didn’t accuse you, I was just...”
“I accept the correction. But the fact is that that’s exactly what I was thinking about doing. Very little risk to me, you, or him. Just something I’m damned good at that would bring him a form of happiness he hadn’t experienced in a very long while.”
After a bout of incomprehensible stammering, Luke managed, “Would you have let him touch you as well?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. If he wanted to. Or if I encouraged him,” she added with a wink.
Luke was stunned by her answer. “You’re actually serious about this!”
“That I was thinking about it? Yes. I probably wouldn’t have. Even if I did, I might’ve just scared him off. And remember that we’re talking about a few seconds of idle erotic whimsy; it wasn’t like I had some elaborate plan or massive internal debate. It was a fleeting notion, at best, but I did have it.”
“So what stopped you?”
Her expression hardened. “Don’t be sarcastic. Luke, you have my heart, my love, and more of my sexuality than anyone has ever been granted, but you do not own my body!” The heat of her warning singed the air between them, and his face flushed as his pressurized jealousy turned to crushing shame at the realization of how he’d been simultaneously infantilizing her and taking his possession for granted. And yet, when he responded, it was in a rush of words that very quickly grew into a desperate confession of the true source of his anxiety.
“Kathryn, I’m sorry. You’re right. You’ve not only told me this is who you really are on more than one occasion, you’ve made it quite clear that this is very much an outgrowth of our relationship. It’s just that it’s so headlong. I feel like I’m being dragged behind a high-speed train every time we’re together. You talked Wendy into our bed. You maneuvered Irina into mine. We had sex with a famous photographer that you already knew, and an even more famous supermodel neither of us had even met. You wanted me to dominate you, and once I tried — even though you didn’t say it out loud — you wanted me to learn how to do it better. Which I did, but then your past resurfaced, and I’m still having trouble dealing with that. We’re here in the woods having public sex, some random stranger strolls by, and out of the complete blue you tell me that you’re thinking about stroking him off. Your husband’s about to come back for some indeterminate amount of time, which means I get to find out whether or not watching you and Alejandro together will actually help me deal with the two of you and the images crowding my head. Especially as you and I aren’t going to be together while he’s home. Meanwhile, I’m going to cook for the two of you, and while I’m looking forward to a day learning from Sevinay, I have to admit that the rest of it fills me with dread, because I’m always afraid that I’m going to say or do the wrong thing, or even just stare at you in an inappropriate way and ruin everything. Plus, hanging over all of that is the elephant, the mastodon, the prehistoric megalodon in the room: you know as well as I do that we’re a lot closer to the end of my stay than to the beginning. We still haven’t talked about us, and I have no idea when there’s going to be an opportunity. I just ... I’m sorry for dumping all that on you at once, but I don’t know who or where I am anymore. The only time I feel on solid ground is when I’m inside you, and now even that’s starting to feel unsteady. Does that make any sense at all?”
Tears moistened her eyes as she squirmed closer and planted herself on his lap, cradling his head against her soft breasts. She was silent for a time, but then, to his consternation, she started chuckling. When it became clear that she couldn’t control her mirth, he pulled his head away and shot her an annoyed look. This caused her to fall backward and laugh even harder. Eventually, she got herself more or less under control, though she was still staring up through waving leaves at the bright blue sky instead of looking at him.
“Wasn’t the megalodon some sort of shark?” she asked, amidst another fit of giggles.
“What?”
“You said elephant, then you moved on to mastodon. I think what you wanted next on your list of traumatic metaphorical land mammals was a woolly mammoth.”
Despite his determination to remain confused and annoyed, he couldn’t help but join her in helpless laughter. Moments later he joined her on the ground, wrapping an arm around her waist as her stomach churned and heaved with merriment.
“I guess I jumped the shark.”
“That’s awful. You’re usually much cleverer than that. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“You’re right, it really was. How can I make it up to you?”
“Well, I think we’re alone.” When he didn’t answer right away, she twisted inside his arm until her face was inches from his. Her hand cupped his crotch, feeling for his shaft.
“You’re not serious?”
“Just how many times are you going to ask me that, Luke?”
“But...”
“I swear, if I knew how hard it was going to be for me to get laid this morning, I would’ve asked that nice older fellow to stick around.”
“By the way, I didn’t forget about your emotional distress.”
“Really? Because until you brought it up just now, I definitely did.”
“Awww, love, did I distract you?”
“You did. Three times. Though I’ll admit that I couldn’t stop listening for interlopers.”
“Yes, I noticed that you weren’t giving me your undivided attention. That’s something you will make up to me, but I suppose it’ll have to be later. I can see I’m not going to be treated to mind-bending sex while we’re out here. Not with you, at least.”
“Look, if you can track down the old dude, go ahead and go for it. Try not to give him an actual stroke, though.”
“Hilarious.” She punctuated her scolding by flicking a finger at his limp penis. It wasn’t a gentle flick, either, and he yelped at the sting.
“I’m serious,” he managed. “You’ve just about put me in the hospital a few times.”
“I know. It’s almost like my needs surpass those of everyone around me.” The comment hung in the air for a while, neither of them willing to drag it back to earth and crack open its threatening core. “Anyway, I wanted to assure you that everything you said before I distracted you with my ravenous appetites made perfect sense. What did you call it? A high-speed train? The truth is that it’s like that for me too. I feel it going faster and faster all the time. The primary difference is that you feel like I’m driving it, whereas I feel like you’re driving it. Maybe the real problem is that we’re driving it together, but neither of us has a hand on the wheel, knows where the brake is, or knows who’s going to reach for it first. If either of us ever will. Though I guess that’s what we have to talk about, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” They lingered in uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes, then — by unspoken mutual agreement — rose, readjusted their clothing, gathered the remnants of their intra-coital picnic, and headed back to the car. They said little on the drive, and when they reached the entrance to the guesthouse she stopped, kissed him, and turned towards her house without a word of farewell. He watched with regret and the soon-to-be-fulfilled promise of loneliness as she passed within and closed the door behind her.
A few hours later, she returned to the apartment and trudged up the stairs, looking weary and apologetic. He’d given up attempting to work, because it caused him to obsess about its end. Instead, he read through some of the kinky homework provided by Michelle, though it eventually proved too arousing to finish. Silently, she stripped off all her clothes and joined him on the bed, snuggling tight against his topless form but making no amorous advances. I don’t suppose she will tonight. After all, Bill arrives tomorrow.
Many minutes of wordless mutual comfort later, she sighed and stirred. “I was going to make dinner as a sort of preemptive thank you for the one you’re going to make with Sev, but I don’t have the energy. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind cooking, though I don’t promise anything elaborate. Are you hungry right now?”
“Not so hungry that I’m willing to let go of you.”
“Okay.” They held each other a while longer. Eventually, she released him and rolled to her back.
“Does this mean you’re finally hungry?”
Her eyes remained closed, but her lips curled into a small smirk before she answered, “So hungry I could eat a woolly mammoth.”
In the end, no extinct Eliphantidae were sacrificed, for he found sufficient enthusiasm to assemble a semi-authentic salade Niçoise (replacing the preserved tuna with briefly seared slices of yellowfin) and a bottle of somewhat aged Tempier Bandol Rosé that didn’t seem to impress Kathryn as much as he’d hoped.
“I’m sorry if you don’t like the wine,” he finally offered by way of apology. “Should I open something else?”
“What? No, sorry. I do like it. My mind’s just ... elsewhere.” She took an absentminded sip, swallowed it without pausing to analyze or savor, and stared at the wall for a while before continuing. “Luke, are we okay?”
The urge to dissemble, deny, and defend was enormous, but he shunted it aside. We’re already out of time for anything but the truth. “I think we are ... I hope we are ... but we’ve had a pretty unusual week. Extreme highs, extreme lows, and everything in between. Nothing’s as easy as it was before. It’d be better if we had a little more emotional distance and time to talk through all of it, but...”
“ ... we don’t. I’m sorry about that, too.”
He shrugged, trying to ignore the thudding in his chest. Does she mean that she’s sorry Bill’s coming home? No, that’s a ridiculous thing for me to wish for. “Well, there’s nothing to be done about it.”
“Isn’t there?”
That’s the question, isn’t it? “I don’t think we have time for that conversation, either.”
“No, you’re right. We don’t. Not now. It’s just...” He waited for her to finish, but she was back to staring listlessly at the wall.
“It’s just what?” he urged.
“Your train analogy. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s incomplete.”
“How so?”
She stood, transferring their plates and flatware to the sink, then approaching him from behind and put her hands on his shoulders. He crossed his arms to cover them with his own, but the tension in her grip was impossible to miss. “Because there’s another train traveling in the opposite direction. It’s nowhere near as fast or exciting as the one we’re on, but it’s both coming from and going to somewhere I’ve spent a lot of time. Somewhere familiar. Somewhere safe.” He chewed his lip, absorbing this distressing evolution of his idea, as she continued. “The thing is, though: calling it safe assumes it’s on a different track. It might not be. It might be on the same track. Which means it’s headed straight for us.”
To this, Luke had no good answer. Only the same old questions, their warning bells clanging louder and louder as their train raced towards an unknown destination, the choices and decisions that led to bliss or catastrophe as unclear as ever.
Luke was wearing boxers as a sort of prophylactic. Kathryn was, as usual, wearing nothing. They were once again entwined on the bed — under the covers this time — but as before there were no erotic gestures being made. I’m still aroused, though. How could I not be, with her? An unwelcome insight followed. This is another demonstration of why there’s no middle ground for us. No hedging our bets. No half-measures. There can’t be. She’ll always make me feel like this. If we can’t be together, we’ll have to be completely apart. Anything else will be impossible for me. At least for a very long while.
“I should go.”
“I understand. You’re welcome to stay, of course.” That sounded needy, even for me.
“I know. Thank you. I’d like to. I want to. I feel safe here. Happy. Content. And yes, I feel the other thing as well. I’m apologizing a lot tonight, but I’m still sorry. Anyway, I really do have to go.”
“Okay.”
A few minutes later, they were both asleep, knotted against each other.
At some indefinite (to him) time of the night — he’d made a point of keeping visible clocks, including his phone, away from the bed — he struggled to semiconsciousness as she carefully extracted herself from his enveloping arms. With a sigh of regret, he rolled over and went back to sleep.
When both the sun and he arose, many hours later, he was alone. Only her scent and the memory of her touch remained.
He was doing Kathryn’s job — carting bottles from one rack to another and changing their entries in the cellar database — in yet another transparent attempt to avoid hastening the end of his own, when he received an unexpected text. Putting the house and myself back together. Will miss work today. Sorry. Feel free to give me a creative detention. Sev says 8 a.m. tomorrow. He was still staring at it, trying to extract whatever hope he could from the reference to detention, when a followup arrived. Love you.
He put down the bottle he was holding, replied with the same two words, sat on the floor, and stared at the wall, wondering for the thousandth time whether what he wanted or what he felt was right had a stronger hold on his conscience. Eventually, he accepted that he wasn’t going to get anything useful done in his current mood, changed into his workout gear, and went for a run along the lakeshore, pushing himself harder than usual in an effort to forget his troubles for a while. When he returned to the guesthouse, he was dripping with sweat. Bill’s car was in the driveway, and his troubles came rushing back.
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“I planned to pop the question at dinner tonight,” Kevin told Alex as they got in the back of the limo. Alex extended her hand so she could examine her sparkling engagement ring and smiled. Kevin sighed at the sight of his bride to be. In addition to the ring, she wore a dress he’d selected specifically for the evening. A red form fitting sleeveless dress with a bandage effect which created lines to accent curves and draw the eyes up and down her form. Two inch straps held up the dress...
IncestHarsh cries came from his mouth as the terrible agony flooded his body. It was growing worse by the minute, and he rolled, fighting the straps that held him to the bed. Blood ran thick in his veins, too thick. He needed to feed, he needed the release but every movement he made seemed to trap him worse. "Braxton!" he screamed, throwing his head back. His voice was guttural, almost as thick sounding as his blood that flowed heavily through his veins. Then he calmed, his eyes resting upon the...
You're just finishing a hard day in the fields, the elderly couple who've owned these farms for generations appreciatively pay you for a hard days work, and expect to see you back for another days work tomorrow. You make your way into town, passing by the same old archway that travelers have passed under for many years, but have not crossed the threshold back out of town, as most settle down to this quiet farming community. The town is bustling as last minute transactions are made at the market...
GayMax tossed her hair back and appraised her appearance in the full-length mirror. White ankle socks, bare legs, regulation-length skirt that she made a mental note to roll up as soon as she got out of the door. She pulled at her shirt, trying to hide the fact that it pulled too tightly over her breasts. Once she got to school she would undo two or three buttons and pull her tie down, but for the moment she at least needed to look respectable. She lived with her uncle, and he was a stickler for...
TeenHello dosto mai ek baar fir se aasha aap sab logo ko ek kahani sunane aai hoon pichhli kahani mai aap logone ne pad hi liy hoga ki mai kis prakar apne chhote bhai ke saath chudai karwa chuki hoon hua yuon tha ki meri Mammi apne kise relative ke antim sanskar mai mayke gai thie aur mai apne chhote bhai ke saath ghar pe akeli thi mere papa dubai mai job karte hai aur jab maine apne bhai ko raat mai muth marte huy pakda to mai Apne aap ko rok na saki aur apne chhote bhai ke saath hi chuda baithi...
Hotel TrapBy Sonya EsperantoE-mail: [email protected]’s Note:(Note: this story clarification is about 6 to 8 pages long and the actual story starts after 5 pages but please please do put up and bear with me. Thank you ;) Trust me reading this bit too, is worth it.)This is the second story to my Lovecraftian Horror-Sex Story Anthology-Trilogy (with Witness to Horror being the first story). Like my previous story, this story too is adapted and borrows a lot, but not much...
Defeated in a Female Naked Challengeby Tracie-LouiseLast week I was at the house of my boyfriend, Mike, and decided to set him a bit of a saucy challenge- I bet him that he couldn't help but get an erection the next time he saw me naked. He accepted this challenge, so we stripped off and climbed into a warm bath together.The endeavour he put into winning the bet was self-evident, but, despite his best efforts, his manhood eventually and inexorably began to rise- much to my delight! I decided...
The first farm family group headed to the nudist camp. Roger and Sara Lou plus Billy and Rebecca were chosen but at the last minute Todd was added in as a family member who could attend the adult part without a partner because of his age. Rita had learned that Amy was going to be attending on that basis too so the new young farmhands would have someone to be with. She would be there the whole month so Sam could meet her later as part of the second group. The young woman had gotten pregnant...
I was almost there, just a few more strokes. I thought I was safe and alone. Then my Aunt Kay walked into the room and there I stood completely naked with my hard cock in my hand. I froze. "Hey Ben, don't mind me I just had a few things to put away. Keep doing your thing it is perfectly normal for a young man to be doing what you are doing." She said as she put some of my jeans in a drawer and left the room.I felt a little weird and was not interested in finishing. I live with my aunt and...
My friends, Paul and Antoinette who were going to live in Ireland invited me over to say our farewells, as they had been friends for more than ten years, I was eager to bid them success and good luck in their new life. I had arrived at their soon to be ex home around 8 pm, where Paul was busy on a personal call and I was greeted at the door by Antoinette, with her three year old son Calen (pronounced K-lin). She wore a mid knee length Skirt and a bright red cardigan, I remembered thinking she...
Brander Sharpe sat alone at a cocktail table in the middle of the lounge. He didn’t feel conspicuous, though. This was where he liked to be. It allowed him to survey his surroundings, his opportunities. It also allowed him to be clearly seen. He was the hawk on the treetop.Just beyond the confines of the quiet lounge, the casino buzzed. The chimes of the slot machines, and the rare cheer of some guys hitting it big --or modestly so-- at the tables seeped into the room. It reminded everyone of...
Straight SexThis is a story about a typical housewife, with a typical family in a typical suburban setting. The 32 year old housewife's name is Christi. Christi shares a house with her husband Mike, that's me, and our 5 year old son. Christi is an exotic beauty with long dark hair and lovely big brown eyes. During Christi's pregnancy with our son, she put on a few pounds. For years she struggled with diets in order to lose the weight and get back her shape. Recently, with determination and discipline...
Don't you love that night away in a hotel and fingers crossed the couple in the next room are feeling just as horny?In bed watching tv, when the noise starts through the hotel wall. We cannot resist but to join in, making our own sounds. We start with just a tease to see if they stop or not. A little laughter and just use your imagination. Are they in the same position, who knows. Several times now you know the couple next door are enjoying it as much as we are, you can tell by the laughs...
The monk was shivering. It was a bright summer's day outside the small council room with the heat of mid-July scorching through its wide balcony. Beams of hash light lit all corners of the room yet still the novice appeared pale and near sickly blue. He spoke in such soft whispers that though Grandmaester Law demanded he speak up, he could only manage a quavering high pitch. "It was during Laud- during our usual morning service that the church bells tolled thrice. In the mainland, the bells...
Gay“Alright are you about ready to go home?” Al asked snapping Lisa out of her thoughts. “Oh ya I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything.” Lisa replied. “ Look I know you’re a little worried about going back home and being stuck with regular sex for the rest of your life, but I think Candace and I came up with a way to help out, and get Mac involved. But you have to play along and it’s going to involve acting like you did the first couple of days here.” Al said with a smirk. “I’m willing to try...
Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Ankush, the Queendom of Naith Wood burst, drawing me out of sleep. I groaned, groggy. Men shouted. Fear jolted through me. I sat upright to see men...
Karla Kush and her wife Sinn Sage are hosting a dinner for Karla’s business partner Georgia Jones. It’s been two years since Georgia divorced her husband and joined forces with Sinn to start a successful business. When Sinn leaves the table to fix a snafu upstairs in the office, Georgia joins Karla in the kitchen. She pulls the housewife away from the dishes and grabs her crotch. Karla tries to pry off Georgia but she’s too hungry for pussy. Georgia hikes up Karla’s...
xmoviesforyouThe guy called round in the morning to fix a new cupboard in the kitchen for me. I left him to it and went on the computer in the living room to send some emails and catch up on things. A charity collector knocked at the door after a while so I saw to them, but when I came back the carpenter had come into the living room and was looking at my computer screen."You into this sort of stuff?" he sneered.I'd been browsing my X-Hamster videos. "Oh you know," I said embarrassed, "it's just...
The vibrations of the engines traveled up through Dennis’ seat as the pilot lowered the craft to the landing pad adjacent to the Patriarch’s ivory tower. The landing gear crunched in the fresh layer of snow, and as the exit ramp opened a chill wind flooded the passenger bay, the brisk breeze ruffling the downy fur of the Polars. Dennis tried to avoid slipping in the slush that the thrusters had melted as he left the stone landing pad, navigating the oversized steps and watching for ice. Ursi...
“Ray, I have you a date for tonight, with a fabulously beautiful girl.” “Really?” “Yes. I was on the phone with Carol on my way home, and Dee, her sister came in from work. “She wants to meet you. I gave her your number. Ray, she is absolutely, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She may just steal your heart away from me,” she said as she hugged her tan, naked body to me. “You mean I finally get to meet Carol’s sister? Did you have to bribe her to get me a date?” “No silly. Just...
I turned the letter over in my hands a few times. The postage stamping looked like it had been returned to the school with my apartment address incorrect at least once. My hands were shaking as I opened the envelope. I noted distantly how easy having long nails made that particular task. Inside, I found a short note and a couple of folded pieces of paper. The note read simply: "Hey Paul, Mom and dad here, Surprise! We got the Antarctic research fellowship we have been wanting for...
On Thursday morning, Mom went out, leaving me and Nisreen alone in the house. I felt like a game of chess so I called Nisreen to my room. "How do you like to be beaten in a game of chess?" I asked. "I don't think you can deliver on that." "Do you want to bet?" "Yes." "We will make it a big bet, okay?" "Okay." "How about the winner gets to strip the loser naked?" I said with a smirk. "Oh, that's gross." "No, it's not gross," I said. "And you don't have nothing...
Special thanks to ‘larryinseattle’ for his editing and patience. ***** Gavin had always loved photography. He got his first camera, an old Browning ‘Fold-out’ model, from an aunt when he was six years old. After that, everywhere he went, people heard ‘snap, snap, snap’ as roll after roll of film poured from it. When he was in high school, he even became the school newspaper’s photographer. So it was no surprise when he decide to pursue professional photography as a career. The best...
This girl from work called me one night to come over and help her babysite, I saide sure. I get there and she's like the k** is asleep and my friend works till ten. So we turn on the TV and set on the couch then she's says i'm a very open person, so I start to lick her face, she seems to like it and starts licking my face back, next then you know both our tongues are down eachothers throats. She then stradles me and starts humping me she wants to know if I ever had sex before, I tell her no,...
Ovo sam zamislila samo kao par mojih misli na tu temu muško-ženskih odnosa. Mislim imam nekaj iskustva s dečkima već dosada, ali nije to nikaj previše, pogotovo ne za današnje standarde brzog mijenjanja partnera i partnerica. S dečkom sam već skoro 2 godine i volimo se, ali se volimo i seksati. Nije nam strano eksperimentiranje na tu temu, iako je on konzervativnog svjetonazora, ali meni to ne stvara neki problem. Mislim, jedna stvar je biti neki puritanac, a upoznala sam i takve dečke koji ne...
Recap of Part 1 of 3 - Turned My MILF Neighbor into My Sex Slave(Found my Married next door neighbor masturbating to a movie I left in her house. Then she spent the whole day sucking my cock around her house. Then I left her instructions to wash my clothes, not kiss her husband when he got home from work.Recap of Part 2 of 3 - The Video Store (My new sex slave came to the video store to drop of her movies. She had to pay for the late charges, with her mouth and pussy. We fucked in my Boss's...
Saturday, August 24, 2019... Around 3 in the morningLOLA: Daddy, daddy... oh daddy... Yes yes yes, fuck me daddy.DADDY: Fuck, you filthy whore. I am going to breed you.LOLA: ohhhhh.. hmmm mmhmm hmmmm.DADDY: Fuck.. I'm cumming whoreLOLA: Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddyyyy!!!DADDY: Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!! Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!* Daddy CUMS. Daddy pushes me off him *DADDY: Damn, your pussy is damn good. So much better than my girlfriends.LOLA: Thank you daddy. I love making daddy feel good.DADDY: Good. Now leave...
Note : This story is completely fictional! “Just put it in the far room, please.” Even his voice was sexy. How could he be so perfect? He was 19, 6’ 2”, and had the shaggiest sensual tan and finely sculpted muscles. His eyes were the deepest pool of blue, and his smile was filled with such warmth. And he was my new neighbor. Oh, how many dreams of mine he’s starred in! If only he could just look at me with those blue eyes. I’d drown in them, and not want to come up for air! But, of course, like...
EroticSecurely bound to the chair with her fuckholes open and accessible, she watched wide-eyed as I surveyed her. Whether my next move was to whip her unprotected sex or eat it, she knew she was completely powerless to do anything about it. But before I revealed just which fate would befall her, I had one more preparation to finish. I left my little Asian whore, trussed as she was, to retrieve a couple more items from the table.I held up a pair of alligator-style nipple clamps connected together by...
FemdomIt really only took a couple hours to get back, so they got there early in the morning much to the delight of the townsfolk. All relieved to find out she’s still a virgin. Anika gets back to her house and goes about her regular day. Night comes around and Anika was getting ready for bed, what Kantar had told her earlier continued to play thru her mind, she was planning on pleasuring herself tonight, to the thought of him. They said no sex, but nothing about masturbation. So she gets herself in...
Don Luigi sat uncomfortably on the unpainted weather-beaten restaurant chair intended for the sheep-like tourists that crowded the seaside during the high season for travel.His domain was well-situated on the leeward side of a deep and protected bay that boasted a long stretch of fine white sand seldom seen in those parts. He stretched his arms and lifted his impressive haunches from the far-too-small chair taken from the stacked multitudes that lined the unshaded villa beachside dining area....
Straight SexGroaning, I turned off the television and hoisted myself out of the ancient and sunken red couch. It was a hideous thing, really, but it was a family heirloom. The unsightly piece of furniture was passed on whenever the next in line graduated from living at home to their own apartment, and I only had so much time before Timmy finished college and I could invest in a brand new couch! I stretched my sore back muscles, an unavoidable consequence of spending two sick days on the support-less sofa...
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LesbianMcCock left Erin still in bed as he pecked her on the cheek at oh dark hundred and then with Polack who looked disgustingly fit for this hour of the morning watch shambled out to the ramp for the trip to GmBH. He let his mind wander as he sat in the shuttle. Erin had established an agreement with "Mine Host" to be correct in their relationship; Erin was the serious girl friend and not some casual bed warmer; "Mine Host" tried to keep his judgements to himself, he did run a respectable...
Weakest Link by Carl L. ([email protected]) It was 5. 15 in the afternoon and now, after a few weeks of this teasing torment, even the title music got me aroused! The Weakest Link was just coming on TV and I was in my place as my Wife/Mistress insisted I had to be on every week day, when this programme came on. I was like one of Pavlov's dogs, conditioned to respond to the music and the beginning of the programme that could result in my being unlocked from the plastic tube that encased...
Emily Willis has been slutting around at school, and the teen hopes she can sneak past her stepdad Dick Chibbles to wash the sex-fueled writing off her body before he notices. He stops her in the hall and notices the writing beneath her miniskirt instantly. Furious, he tells Emily to go wash herself off. When he barges into the bathroom a moment later to check on Emily, he finds her mostly naked and with writing in even more intimate spots. If Dick’s stepdaughter wants to act like a...
xmoviesforyouBrad was looking over the coronerʼs shoulder as Linda entered. The morgue was actually a back room of the small medical clinic where David, a general practitioner and the only doctor in town, (or the county) practiced. “What have you got?” she asked. “As I suspected there are no external wounds which would cause death. She actually died of a myocardial infarction.” “A heart attack?” asked Linda. “Why she canʼt be more than...” “Mid to late twenties,” he finished it for her. “But what...
Sometime in early March of 68, The USMC in its infinite wisdom decided to send in Armor to I Corps Area. MacV HQ in Danang figured maybe the sight of the heavy tanks would convert the heathen Communists into right-thinking citizens. I have to admit, I was excited about the prospect of some real tanks being added to the mix even though I knew the terrain and the mission was not suited to heavy armor. I suppose this biased view came from spending a few years riding around Germany in...
Introduction: Scientist visits a very fertile island Fourth Report I am ashamed that it didnt take long for me to have sex with Ali. The way it happened, I suppose she had sex with me. I had very little choice, looking like she did, my body just took over, leaving my brain and judgment back in the world before this island. She drove me in her jeep along the smooth roads, pointing out landmarks and areas of interest along our way. Every subtle bounce on our way shook her chest, sending waves...
“Even when the world throws its worst and then turns its back, there is still always hope” —Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six MY PHONE BUZZED just as I turned in to the school parking lot Friday morning. I’d stopped to pick up Beca so she grabbed my phone and answered it so I didn’t take my hands off the steering wheel. She put it on speaker phone as soon as she said, ‘Hello.’ “Oh. Uh ... Sorry, I was calling Jacob Hopkins,” the voice said. “I’m here,” I called. “Just driving, Lacie. How...
It had been almost twenty years since winning the state lottery and I was still being hounded, especially after my wife’s death had briefly put my name back in the news. So I explained why to my k**s, sold the house and vanished for six months before buying a piece of property I had had my eye on for several years. That was five years ago. That was five years before she walked back into my life. Age was now wandering at the edge of the forest of doubt where youth had once rushed in.It was...
You have entered a no-holds barred sex-fighting tournament. The aim is to forced your opponent to cum before you do. There are 3 rounds to win before you can be crowned champion and claim the $1,000,000 prize. The event has been set-up and sponsored by multi-millionaire businessman Patrick Michaels, head of a world-wide porn empire. He used to be your boss some years ago, at the beginning of your career as a porn actor. You'd never gotten on well, and you suspected he had set this up as a trap...
BDSMI made her face away from me, and washed her back first, stroking her shoulders, arms, and back over and over again, before sliding my hands around to stroke her belly. She didn't know what to do with her own hands, and held them out, letting me touch her wherever I wanted to. I knelt and did her legs next, washing her buttocks, but not touching her pussy. She was fairly dancing within ten minutes. Every time she tried to turn around, I forced her back, to face away from me. "What are you...
Chapter Three, Part One: A couple of days later, I checked in with Jackie to see how she did on the test she had the day before. When I called her, Mrs. Brown, Jackie’s mom, answered the phone.“Hello, Mrs. Brown, is Jackie available?”“May I ask who is calling?”“This is her Master, Mike.”“Oh, sorry, Sir, I didn’t recognize your voice. I will get her right away and please don’t tell her of my error.”“I won’t and your secret is safe with me.”I heard her mom yell for her and then I heard my sub's...
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‘This is my first attempt at writing so it’s kind of a hit and miss thing. It’s a little short, but I hope to learn as I go. This is a fantasy story with some real parts to it.’ As Katie picked up the moving box I looked at her, catching a peak down her blouse at her sports bra covered breast. She met my stare with an eyes up hear kind of smile. Having been caught, I stumble over a box almost dropping the DVD player I had been hauling out to the moving van. ‘You going to make it with that?’...
Carmen Rae is one horny chick. She’s constantly wet. This particular time she was flagrant enough to be masturbating in the middle of the living room. While she was getting it on with herself, one of the school’s basketball players peeked through her window and caught her in the act. He snuck in and started filming her with his phone. Once she discovered this, she quickly wanted the phone so that she could erase the video. But he wasn’t going to do that, So Carmen had the great idea of getting...
xmoviesforyouThis is about the strange incident which began Mum's continued cuckoldry. I'd like to write and tell you the story of her first prostitution, which will be mentioned in other stories. This is when she originally committed adultery, by selling herself sexually, in the 80's. It is about a certain underground film that was made. I can describe it, now I've seen it, and I'd like to tell you all about it.When I was just 18, Dad was in heavy debt through his own mismanagement of his business; and it...
Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sky Marlow I am so bored waiting for Mrs. Matthews to get here so I can fuck her brains out! I texted to my bestest best friend, Natalie. I’m going to explode. You’re going for a reverend’s wife and I’m going for your mom, Natalie typed back. This is one messed up day. I can’t believe you and your mom had sex. That’s so fucking hot. I know. I added a winky face emoji. I lay on Georgia’s bed. I was waiting in her room for her mother to come...
She wakes up from hearing footsteps on the floor above her. She hopes that it's him who's on his way down. The night before he had made her feel so good. Her clothes are torn to pieces on the floor in the basement under his house. It's dark down in the basement and she starts thinking about the previous night. She feels how she gets horny. She tries to touch herself but then remembers that she's still tied to the bed. She wants him so badly to come down and take her again. She misses how his...
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