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#141 Posted: 22 Aug 2014 21:40

Mom's Motivational Techniques
تکنیک های انگیزشی مامان

Chapter 1

I dropped the heavy brass knocker on the thick oak door and listened to its dull thud reverberate in the silence of the cold, dark night. A minute later a soft glow lit up the hallway and I saw the silhouette of a man walk towards the door. I did not know why my heart was pounding the way it was. I wasn't in a habit of asking my big brother for help, but after all, that's what family is for, right?

My brother was a little surprised, but pleased to see me and immediately asked me to come inside and out of the cold. He took my coat and walked me to the living room, or library, as he called it. We sat down by the fire and he poured us both a nice glass of brandy. I quickly took a big swig of the burning liquid, hoping it would help me find the words for what I was about to ask. My brother just looked at me, holding the glass in his hands and warming the brandy. I suddenly felt ashamed of how I almost emptied the glass in one gulp. Knowing my big brother, it was probably a very old and expensive bottle.
"It's nice Ken... The brandy, I mean. And the fire" I babbled.
"Yes it is" he answered, swirling the golden brown fluid in the round glass. "It was a personal gift from the head of the institute in Bordeaux. It's almost a hundred years old"
I nearly chocked. My brother wasn't a wealthy man, preferring knowledge over possession, but what little he owned was nothing but the highest quality. I promised myself to fully enjoy the next sip and make sure he'd see it.
"Now, what is it you wanted to see me for? I mean, you're always welcome and I do enjoy your company, but there is something that's troubling you, and judging from the way you're guzzling this very fine cognac, you really need to get it off your chest"
"I'm sorry... but you're right, there is something. I know you're buried with work already, with your book, lectures and research projects, but could you... can you help Jeff in school? Maybe tutor him?" I asked my brother.

Instead of directly answering my question, Ken got out of his club chair and stepped towards the fireplace. He tossed another log on the fire, used the poker to precisely arrange the wood and put the metal spark guard back in place. Without saying a single word he strode back to his chair and sat down again. Only then did he respond to my request.

"I could do that, but Jeff really doesn't need any tutoring. He is a very bright boy" he said. It wasn't exactly the answer I had been hoping for.
"I know he is, but if he doesn't improve his scores he'll have to repeat this grade"
Again my brother was silent for a while and just watched the wood being attacked by the flames.
"That once nearly happened to me too" he finally said.
"It did? But you had nothing but A's" I exclaimed, surprised by Ken's confession.
"Not always..." he said and took a small sip from his glass "When I was about Jeff's age, there was a time that my grades were really poor and I almost did not make it. I only became an honor student because of mom's.. er.. motivational techniques"

I was really dumbfounded. In my memory my older brother was nothing but a genius, the smartest boy in school. He graduated with the best scores of his class and in result he received offers from several prestigious universities. How could he almost have flunked, and what had our mother done to prevent it?
My beloved mother was in a home now, with a severe case of Alzheimer's. The last time we visited she just sat in her chair and didn't even recognize us. Whatever it was she did for my brother, she couldn't help my son. I would have to do it myself.

"So what is it that mom did to turn you into the straight-A student I remember?"
My brother looked me straight in the eye and I could see he was very serious and a little reluctant. When he finally spoke, he didn't tell right away, but asked another question in return
"Are you sure you want to know?"

An hour later I was back in my car, driving through snowy landscapes. I had taken the long way home and let my brother's words replay in my mind in as the trees and houses passed by. My mind was whirling and my heart was pounding as millions of questions rolled in my head. Kenneth's question if I was sure I wanted to know was echoing in my ears. Yes, I had wanted to know, but now that I knew, I could not believe it.

"You recall how mom was a bit of a 'free spirit', a typical child of the sixties?" my brother began his story.
"A hippie?"
"If you want to call her that, yes"
Although mom never talked much about the past, we both knew of her wild days, before she settled down, married and had us. Our mother had been part of a group of idealistic people who founded a community where private property was banned. Everything would be shared freely; food, clothes, housing, everything. There were all kinds of drugs and free love was everywhere. Although she had to give up most of those ideals when she grew older, she was definitely the coolest mom in school.

"What about it?" I asked.
"Well, she reckoned there is only one thing that could motivate a teenaged boy to study"
He paused a minute, as if he was waiting for me to give an answer. I was a total blank, however.
"Come on, don't act so innocent" he said, smiling mischievously.
"S..Sex?" I stammered.
He nodded at me as if I was one of his students who just answered correctly.
"Mom took you to a hooker if you passed?" I asked surprised.
"Not quite." he said, pausing again. "Here, let me refill your glass"

I knew I needed it and nodded as I sat down and mentally braced myself for what was about to come. Kenneth filled my glass and his own, put the stopper back on the bottle and sat down too.
"So one night, mom came to my room and said she needed to talk. She sat down on my bed and that's when she told me about this A-B-C reward plan..."

It was an unusual plan to say the least, radical and dangerous. But I knew I had to do something, even if it was insane. There was no doubt about it; what mom had done had proved to be very effective and if I wanted Jeff to pass this year I had to at least consider it.
I had a really hard time deciding what to do. If I did nothing, Jeff would fail for sure, but every time I was about to decide to go through with the plan, a little voice inside me kept reminding me it was more likely it would scar my son for life than improve his grade. On the other hand, it obviously hadn't traumatized Ken; he wouldn't have brought it up if it had.

Oh, what should I do?

Snow began to fall again and as I carefully steered my car through an immaculate white world, I once more ran all the other options in my head. I came to the conclusion that there was really no feasible alternative. I was short on money already, and barring bribing the teachers or hiring a full-time and very expensive tutor, I had tried absolutely everything a mother could think of. Everything but this.

Before I could go through with the plan, I also had to ask myself if I was able do it. Could I use sex to motivate Jeff? Could I seduce my own son and do all those things to him? I had to be honest.
It was hard to admit, but more than once I had felt a decidedly inappropriate attraction to Jeff. I knew he was my son, but he's also a very handsome young man. Looking at him, I recognized the things that made me fall for his father all those years ago. Giving in to that would not be too hard, now that I had a legitimate reason.

Yes, I was going to do it.
Maybe.

A few weeks later, I was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting. I had had plenty of time to make my decision, balancing the pros and cons and changing my mind almost every day. In front of me was Jeff's latest report card and there wasn't a single good mark in it, except for PE. There was no way he'd pass with these grades, but even now, I was still very indecisive. There was no time to crawl back, as I could hear Jeff walk down the stairs.
As he walked into the kitchen, I finally decided to go through with the plan.

"Sit down, son" I said, trying to sound stern, but not so much it would frighten him.
I could see his eyes go from me to the report card, to me again, then to the vacant chair and the kitchen door before he sat down without saying anything. He knew what this was about and knew better than to protest.

"I've tried helping you, I've tried coaching you, even punishing you. You've switched schools and you've been to summer school. I know you're smarter than this and you and I are going to prove that."
Jeff shook his shoulders and nodded indifferently.
"There is something I want to try, one last thing. Are you interested?"
I unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse. Jeff's eyes immediate shot down and feasted on the cleavage I was showing. Oh yes, he was interested alright.

"On your next report card..." I started, and then paused to take a deep breath. "If you get a C, you'll get to 'See' me naked"
His eyes opened wide.
"If you get a B, I will give you a Blowjob"
His jaw fell open.
"And if you get an A, we will go All the way"
He looked as if he could not believe his ears and it took quite a few moments for him to take in my proposition. I couldn't see what was happening under the table, but I bet there was a huge lump growing in his pants if. Then I saw a twinkle in his eye and a sheepish grin formed on his lips.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"I was just wondering... What do I get for an F?" he said, while he held up a recent geography test.

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#142 Posted: 22 Aug 2014 21:42

Mom's Motivational Techniques
تکنیک های انگیزشی مامان

Chapter 2

It was a relief Jeff was able to crack a joke at a time like this; my proposition had not freaked him out too much. However, it was not time for a reward yet.
"An F means... you can go Fuck yourself" I chuckled while I buttoned up my blouse again, leaving one undone as a reminder of what could be his.
Jeff knew I was serious and knew better than to push his joke any further.
I patted his knee and said "Now, why don't you get upstairs and get started with your homework, and I'll make us a nice dinner."

Throughout dinner and all evening I kept teasing him, jutting out my breast and wetting my lips. As he got up after the meal I could see he had a hard time trying to hide the swelling that had formed in his pants. It must have driven him mad, knowing I was there for him, ready and willing, just one good grade away. Finally the frustration got the best of him and he disappeared into his room. Hopefully to study, but probably just to beat his meat.

But, as I continued to tease the hell out of him over the next weeks, his grades slowly began to improve. F's started to become D's and in return I started to dress slutty for him. Sure enough, when the report cards were handed out, there wasn't a single F on it. In fact, as Jeff pointed out, there were even a couple of C's

It was time for me to hold on to my end of the bargain. It was a moment I had dreaded before, but over the last weeks had accepted and had even come to look forward to. I was never a slouch before, but an intensified workout program and a recent visit to the beauty salon meant I would probably look hotter than most of the girls at his school.
"Three C's" I said proud. "So, would you like to 'see' me too?"
He nodded. "Yes please"
"Now?"
He nodded again.
I pushed back the chair so his view was not blocked by the table.
"You deserved it and I am so proud of you. I hope you enjoy the show" I said as I started to unbutton my blouse.
I had already seen some of his test results, so I knew there was a very real possibility that his grades would be high enough for me to reward him. In anticipation of undressing for my son I had put on some extra sexy lingerie. I knew he appreciated it, as I could hear Jeff gasp when I unveiled my firm breasts, clad in a black lace bra through which most of my hard pink nipples were visible. I let the blouse slide from my shoulders and fall on the kitchen floor.

Next to go were my jeans. I stood up and began to open the fly. Like my blouse, I slowly unbuttoned it one button at a time, bit by bit exposing the surprise I had on underneath. I had put on a black thong that left very little to the imagination. Pieces of string held up a tiny triangle of sheer material that did almost nothing to hide the hairless mound and top of my pussy.
I turned away from him as I peeled the denim off my hips and exposed my round ass. I bent over a little as I dropped the pants, giving him a tantalizing preview of all the goodies I would bare for him later. If the thong had been any other color but black, he would have seen a large dark spot where my wetness had soaked the fabric.
As the jeans slid down, they uncovered another surprise for him, my expensive black silk and lace stockings. I stepped out of the pants and slowly turned around, moving sensuously while showing off my well-toned body.

Teasingly slow I eased the straps from my shoulders and unfastened the front clasp of my sexy bra. Jeff was looking closely and was almost drooling as I pulled the cups away and exposed my breasts. They weren't big breasts, but years of daily pushups and lifting weights meant they sagged only a little and stood round and firm.
The next item to remove was the little black thong. I hooked my thumbs behind the pieces of string and pushed them down over my hip. My heart was racing as I bared my pussy for my son. It was neatly waxed and ready for action; wet and swollen from arousal.
My son had forgotten all modesty and was openly ogling my almost naked body. Once more I turned around, dancing slow and proudly swaying my bare ass.

For the final part of my striptease, I sat down on the chair again. I lifted one leg high in the air and rolled down my stockings. I sat at a slight angle from my son, so my other leg was still blocking his view of my sex. I felt the coolness of the air on the moist lips of my naked pussy. I hadn't been this aroused for years and I knew my son would be able to see it too. I bend my knee and pulled the silk stockings off my feet. With one kick of my foot it flew through the air and landed in front of Jeff.
Only one last piece of clothing remained. I lifted my other leg, the one closest to him, and started to peel off that stocking in the same teasing fashion. The big difference was that this time my pussy was spread open and in full view.

Suddenly I heard Jeff grunt a husky groan and a dark spot formed in his pants. Embarrassed by his body's reaction he quickly excused himself and ran off to his room.
I couldn't help but feel a little proud; I had just made my son cum in his pants! Mom's plan was working better than I could have hoped.

It was almost half an hour later when he came back and I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Wearing nothing but high heels and a tiny black apron I gestured for him to sit down. I could feel his eyes burning on my ass as he tried to make small talk while I cooked. It was absurd how often I dropped a spoon or a knife and had to bend over to pick it up.

It was like there was something wrong with the cutlery that night, because during dinner it was Jeff's knife and fork that ended on the ground repeatedly. Three times my son disappeared under the table to retrieve an item of silverware and every time I made sure I was sitting with my legs spread and fully exposed for him. We both knew what was going on and it was a game we both enjoyed.

Even though we spend more time teasing than eating, dinner was finished all too soon. As Jeff got up and started to make his way out of the kitchen, I quickly got behind him. He froze as he felt my naked body so close to him.
"Be sweet and put the dishes in the washer, while I go in the living room" I whispered in his ear while I let my erect nipples graze his arm. With barely any blood flowing to his brain, he was unable to resist my request.
"Sure mom, no problem" he murmured and actually started to clear the table.
I smiled at my newfound powers and walked into the living room where I lay down on the couch. Ten minutes later, Jeff also came in the living room.

I was still naked and lay stretched out on the couch while I watched TV. It was a comfortable pose that would also be enticing for my son to look at. Jeff stood still for a moment and looked at me before he sat down. I noticed he had not chosen his usual seat in front of the TV, but sat down opposite to me instead. Earlier he had changed his soiled jeans for a track suit and I could see his cock was already hard again and nicely pushing out the front of his pants. He no longer made any effort to hide his arousal, just like I shamelessly displayed my swollen, moist pussy.

As night fell, I told Jeff it was time to go to bed. He obeyed and when I kissed my son goodnight, I grabbed his waist and pulled him firmly against me. My bare breasts pressed against his chest and by rotating my pelvis, I teasingly rubbed my pussy against his crotch. He groaned softly and I felt his penis pulsate as he ejaculated in his pants for a second time.
"Sweet dreams, my love" I whispered as I kissed him on his lips.

As Jeff climbed the stairs, I noticed my son had left a small wet spot on my pubic mound. I wiped it up with my finger and felt the slipperiness of Jeff's sperm that had seeped through the fabric of his pants. Acting on impulse, I lifted my finger to my mouth and tasted my son's semen. It was only a tiny amount, but his juice tasted delightful and I couldn't wait to sample more of it, right from the source.

So far my mother's technique seemed to work beautifully. A few weeks had passed since he had earned the privilege of seeing me naked and his grades were still improving. He was a good boy and I decided he deserved something special tonight. I would give him a little taste of what was waiting for him if he continued his studies.

All right, I'm lying. I was horny. Exposing myself to my son had me crawling up the walls with arousal. My libido had skyrocketed and I was masturbating on a daily basis. Right now, my pussy was screaming for attention.

I lay naked on the couch, watching TV. I knew my son was looking at me, as he always was. My hand, which had been resting on my stomach slid down, over my smooth mound and between my slightly parted legs. Jeff's eyes became big as saucers as he watched me casually rub my pussy. I smiled at him, acknowledging his gaze and circled my finger over my clit. I knew I was horny, but I was surprised at how hot and wet my pussy was.
Playing with my pussy felt really good and having Jeff watch me was an added bonus. I raised my knees and spread my legs, making sure my son could see everything I did. With two fingers I pulled my lips apart and showed him the bright pinkness inside. With my other hand I ran a finger from my swollen clit to my moist opening and dipped it inside.

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#143 Posted: 22 Aug 2014 21:44

Mom's Motivational Techniques
تکنیک های انگیزشی مامان

Chapter 3

Jeff was getting horny too. It was normal for him to have a hard-on as he watched me, but usually he'd try to keep his modesty and cover his erection up for me. Maybe it was because he didn't care anymore or maybe it was because he was too excited, but he made no attempt to hide the tent in his pants.
I added a second finger, moving it in and out with the other one while my thumb rubbed my clit. If Jeff had not seen how wet I was before, the noises my fingers made would have told him by now.
A soft moan escaped from my lips. God this felt good.

Jeff was now rubbing his bulge as he watched me masturbate. I wanted to see him too.
"Show it to me" I said "I want to see your cock"
Without hesitating, Jeff opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was the first time I saw his cock since I had bathed him as a child. Of course I had seen and felt the bulge in his pants and I had imagined what it would look like, but as I saw it in real life, I was stunned by its erotic beauty. It was bigger than I had thought it would be, easily as big as his father's. It was thick and veined and with a plump pink head that I knew would feel delightfully plunging in my pussy. I really had to restrain myself from calling him over and let him ravish me with that wonderful tool.

I let out another moan as my son's cock throbbed and a big clear drop of precum slowly oozed down the shaft.
"Stroke it for me" I whispered.
His hand closed around his shaft and he started moving it up and down. How I wanted to be that fist, wrapped around his big, juicy cock and feel it stretch my neglected pussy, to fuck me for hours and fill me up with thick incestuous seed.
Fucking myself with two fingers, I matched my movements to Jeff's. It wasn't long before his panting turned into gasping and his body tensed up.

"Are you going to cum Jeff?" I asked with a husky voice as I too was about to climax like I'd never climaxed before.
Even before my son could answer, the first jet of sperm erupted from his cock and splattered on his chest, followed by several more thick jets. I rubbed my clit even harder and as the last streams of Jeff's sperm cascaded down his fingers, my muscles contracted and pure bliss filled my body.

It took a few minutes before I came down from my orgasmic high. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jeff was still watching me. I couldn't suppress a little giggle when I saw the look of lustful satisfaction in his eyes. There was no doubt he had enjoyed it every bit as much as I had, and we both knew it was only going to get better.
"It's late, I'm beat, and I'm going to bed" I said and got up. As I walked past my son, I took his hand and kissed his slimy fingers. The taste of his sperm was overwhelming.
"Sweet dreams" I whispered and walked out the living room.

At the end of that school year, his marks had improved enough for him to have a reasonable chance of making it to the next grade. We were both overjoyed when his teacher called us and told us they were impressed with the progress he made, and agreed to let him pass. But the real surprise came later that week when I came home from work and found Jeff waiting for me. He was very excited when he showed me his report card and pointed out the 'B' he had scored for history.
"Look mom" he said excited.
My heart skipped a beat and I swear my mouth began to water when I saw that letter. I had not expected Jeff to score a B this fast. It was not unwelcome, as I had been aching to make this next step and finally taste my son's cock. I don't know who wanted this to happen more, him or me.

"I guess you know what this means?" I asked seductively.
"Yes" he said. "You have to... suck my..." he said softly, embarrassed to say it. I thought it was sweet.
"Say it, tell me what you want me to do" I urged him.
"Will you... suck my co..." he whispered.
"There's no need to be shy about it. I just want to hear it"
"Suck my cock mom, I want you to suck my cock" he said in a high voice, cheeks all red.
"Yes, I'd love to suck your cock" I said and gave him a kiss. "But not yet"
I saw a look of utter disappointment creep over his face.
"Don't worry honey; I won't back out. Tonight, after dinner we will have all the time in the world"
the disappointment disappeared and was replaced by a look of relief.
"Do you want me to undress first?"
"No mom, just start cooking"
I chuckled and quickly unpacked the bags.

Dinner was exceptionally rushed that night. Jeff had emptied his plate in no time at all and I wasn't long behind him. Uncharacteristically, neither of us had any appetite left for desert. Jeff even offered me to help with the dishes and together we were finished in less than a minute.

I turned on the dishwasher and looked up to see Jeff looking at me, waiting.
"What is it?" I asked innocently
"Now, mom?"
"You're right, you deserved it. But why don't you take a shower first?"
He obeyed, albeit a bit reluctant, and ran upstairs and turned on the shower. As he was washing himself, I walked to the bathroom too. I undressed quickly, and stepped naked under the shower with my son.
Jeff was a bit surprised when he felt my hands on his back, but when he turned around, he was happy to see me and his cock began to rise immediately.
"Let me help you get clean" I said and grabbed the bottle of shower gel. I lathered up his chest and abdomen, moving slowly down as I washed him. My hands were going in circles over his flat stomach, moving ever closer to his groin.

It was time to take the big step. What my son and I had done thus far had been inappropriate to say the least, but now I was going to break all laws of morality, common sense and good parenting. With trembling hands I grabbed his cock and slowly slid my soapy hands up and down the steel hard haft. I could feel him throb in my hands as I washed, no, masturbated him.
His cock felt really nice in my hands. Not too big, but hard as rock and with a nice upward curve. I knew it was going to feel wonderful to have it in my pussy, but I had to remind myself that that would have to wait until he scored an A. At least I was allowed to feel him now and taste would finally him too.

Jeff's breathing quickened and his hips began to thrust back and forth. I had to stop now, or else he'd cum all over my stomach instead of in my mouth, like I wanted him to.

"Turn around son, so I can wash your back" I said and got some more soap and lathered up his shoulders and back. Then I led him back under the cascading water and let the soapy suds wash from his body. My hands slid over his muscular upper body, back down to the fleshy pole that stuck out from his hips. Still standing behind him, I started masturbating him again, pressing my breasts against his chest.
"Let's wait no longer. I want to do it right now" I whispered and turned him back around.

I got on my knees and prepared to commit this taboo act. His penis was right in front of me in all its majestic glory. The big, erect shaft was lightly bobbing with every beat of his heart and a little drop of precum welled up from its tiny eye. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning as I grabbed my son's cock and bend it down so it was almost touching my lips.
I wanted to do this.

I gave a little kiss on the tip, followed by a second and a third. Then I opened my lips and let my tongue run down the shaft. I kissed his heavy balls and then all the way back to the tip of his cock before I opened my mouth and swallowed the bulbous head. It had been quite some time since I last orally pleased a guy, but it all came back to me quickly. It also helped that my son probably had no experience and did not know what to expect.
"Oh wow mom!" he groaned as I moved forward and took him in my throat until my lips touched his pubic bone. I let him fuck my throat a little, taking him in as deep as I could. Then I took him out of my mouth and jerked him off while I kissed the tip and licked off every sweet little droplet of slippery precum that leaked from his cock.
Jeff used one hand to steady himself on the slippery floor and his other hand was running through my hair, stroking it lovingly while at the same time preventing me from letting him slip away. Guided by his hand, I learned what brought him the most pleasure. As I sucked his cock, I bobbed my head and rubbed his shaft.
"Aw shit mom, that's great" he groaned. "Suck it mom"

It turned me on to hear my boy clearly enjoy what I was doing. Determined to make him cum, I sucked him even harder and deeper. He loved it too, as I knew from the increased frequency and pitch of his groans.
I knew his orgasm wouldn't be long now, as his hands firmly grabbed my hair and I felt his muscles contract. Moments later his penis pulsed and I felt the first jet blast against the roof of my mouth. I tasted his thick creamy sperm as it covered my tongue with more and more of its creamy goodness. I kept sucking and swallowed every drop he gave to me.
When his balls were fully drained, Jeff pulled me on my feet again and gave long, tender kiss. It wasn't a motherly kiss, not by a long shot. Soon we were kissing with our mouths wide open and tongues playing. This was a kiss of lovers.

As we were kissing in the shower, our tongues battling and our bodies pressed together, his half-hard cock was nudging between my legs. I wanted to feel him inside me really bad; my pussy was already throbbing with anticipation. It was hard for me to deny us what we wanted so badly, but I had to. I had to be strong and wait for him to get an A.
"The water's getting cold honey" I said when we finally broke our kiss. "Let's put on a robe and watch a movie together."

That night, I sucked my son's cock twice more. Over the weeks and months that followed, I gave him blowjobs on a daily basis, sometimes even more than that. While he seemed to be satisfied with my oral skills, my body was craving a good fuck. Two months ago I had started taking the pill again, so there was absolutely nothing that would stop me from going all the way with my son when the time came. I was literally counting down the days until his next report cards. His grades improved all the time and the number of B's steadily increased, but much to our dismay, there was never an A.
It was really hard for me not to cave in and let my son have his way with me. Often I'd finger my pussy while I sucked him off, timing my orgasm to coincide with his. I learned there's no feeling like cumming while my son was feeding me his sperm. It always gave me the best climaxes.

But still my vibrator was working overtime. Every time I blew my son, I crawled into my bed and fucked myself with plastic toy, trying to satisfy my hunger for cock, but never feeling satisfied. I didn't know how much longer I could deny my body's needs. Maybe I should go to a bar, find a nice enough guy and give him the night of his life. That would surely sooth my craving... But it wouldn't be fair to Jeff.
His next report was due in a few days and I would have to find a way to control my animal urges at least until then.

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#144 Posted: 22 Aug 2014 21:45

Mom's Motivational Techniques
تکنیک های انگیزشی مامان

Chapter 4

At last that day had come. Jeff was home early, even before me, and was waiting for me at the kitchen table when I came home. He was particularly excited when he handed me his report card.
"Look at the grade for Math" he added.
My heart skipped a beat and I almost dropped the bag of groceries I was carrying. Could it be that what I had hoped and prayed for all these months had finally happened? With trembling hands I took the piece of paper from my son. My pussy tingled as I scanned the grades, and sure enough; in black ink on a bluish grey background, there was the letter I had been waiting for for the last year. It was an A.
I threw myself into my son's arms and covered him with kisses.
Jeff was too surprised too talk. I guess he didn't know how much I longed to feel him inside me. He kissed me back and ground his cock against my cunt. He was already erect.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard" I whispered in his ear "Let's go to my room. Dinner can wait"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair. I made my way to my bedroom as fast as possible, shedding my clothes on the way. By the time I had reached my room I was fully naked. My son was not far behind me, struggling to take off his pants while running. I pulled the duvet off my bed and tossed it in a corner. Then I made my son lay down on the mattress, crawled over him and kissed him on the lips. He answered my kiss and let his tongue play with mine for a while. After a minute I broke off the kiss and slowly worked my way down his body. There really wasn't any need for foreplay. After a year of teasing, all I wanted was to feel him deep inside me.
"Are you ready?" I asked as I straddled his hips.
He nodded and said "Yes", his voice cracking from excitement.
I kissed him again, while I grabbed his stiff cock and pointed it up, towards my scalding pussy. His plump round head nuzzled between my slick lips and I lowered myself onto my lover. I groaned softly into my son's mouth as his cock sank all the way into me.
My whole body rejoiced as my pussy was suddenly filled all the way with my son's cock. It had been so long ago that I had felt a big, hard cock inside me; I couldn't even remember when I was ever filled up this deliciously. Its big mushroom head pressed gently against my cervix and my lips stretched around the base while my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. With my son's cock all the way inside me, I sat back up and rocked my hips back and forth.

"Oh fuck!" Jeff grunted as I slowly rode his cock.
I knew how he felt; having my son's cock inside me was heavenly, but it was nothing compared to the sensations that arose when I started to move.
Instinctively, his hands grabbed my hips and he pushed up his pelvis to respond to my movements. We quickly found our rhythm and began to fuck for real. My son's cock was sliding almost its full length in and out of my wet pussy, making soft squishy sounds with every thrust.
We had only been fucking for about a minute when I noticed that Jeff was going to cum already; by now I had sucked him off often enough to know the signs. I also knew he would easily get it up again for more illicit carnal pleasure.
"It's okay Jeff, you can come inside me, if you want"
His eyes got big and he could only grunt a little. It was like a wet dream came true for him.
He firmly grabbed my ass and pushed me down on his cock even harder. I wanted to ride him a little longer, but only a few seconds later his body tensed up and he pulled me firmly against him, squeezing his cock into me as far as he could. Then he groaned deeply and I felt his cock swell even more.
"Oh mom! I'm cumming" he grunted. Deep inside me I felt his penis twitch and a warmth spread in my pussy. It was a wonderfully wicked thought that my own child was pumping his thick, potent sperm in my pussy.

He kept pumping his seed into my body for what felt like an eternity, before he finally relaxed and dropped back onto the mattress. I rolled off my son's body and lay down next to him.
"That was awesome" he whispered between kisses. "I've never felt anything like that. I love you mom"
"I love you too son" I said as I brushed the hair from his face and planted another kiss on his lips.
We took a few minutes to regain our breath. I laid my head on his shoulder and stroked his smooth chest. As time passed, my wandering hand moved down over his abdomen and brushed against the tip of his flaccid cock. I could feel it react to my touch, slowly coming back to live. On my next stroke I moved even lower, stroking the full length of his shaft. On the way up I closed my fingers, grabbing his cock. It was all slippery from Jeff's cum and my own wetness, and using our juices as lubricant I massaged him back to hardness.

"I can feel you getting hard again. Do you think you can do it again?"
"Definitely" he said with a cocky smile.
"Would you like to be on top this time?"
He nodded and, as I grabbed him, I rolled over so he was lying on top of me, between my widely spread legs. I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my opening. As soon as Jeff felt my lips round the tip of his cock, he pushed forward and with one thrust he pushed his slick cock all the way back in me. He remained motionless for a few seconds, as if he needed some time to process the sensations of having his cock fully embedded in his mother's pussy again. He lifted himself off my chest and, supporting himself with his arms, ground his hips against mine. He was completely hard now and I could feel his head nudge my cervix with every push.
My pussy made wet, squishy noises as he began to move. Having spilled his load only minutes ago, he was able to restrain himself a bit and fucked me in a nice powerful rhythm. With every thrust of his mighty cock he filled me up completely. I had not cum during our first time, but now my orgasm was building strong.

He used one hand to steady himself on top of me, so the other was available for him to play with my breasts. I always loved it when my breasts were played with and my body started to tingle in anticipation of an enormous orgasm.
"Fuck me baby" I panted "Fuck me harder... I'm almost..."
A strong wave of pleasure broke free. Originating from the pit of my stomach, it washed over my body and left behind nothing but pure bliss.
"Cumming!" I screamed as my body started to shake.

"Don't stop baby" I groaned.
Jeff resumed his movements, fucking my cumming pussy at an incredible pace. I don't think I had ever orgasmed this hard or this long. Who would have thought that my own son was such an excellent lover!
He had not cum yet and was still fucking me slowly with shallow strokes as he lay on top of me. Silently I thanked my mother for her unconventional ways as I locked my boy in my arms and shared a long, passionate kiss.
"Get up and fuck me from behind" I whispered in his ear. "Do me doggy-style"

He pulled his dick out of my body and got on his knees. My pussy was feeling unpleasantly empty, but I knew it would be better soon as I kneeled on all fours in front of my son. Immediately I felt his hand grabbing my ass and his cock slide up and down my slit a few times, taking turns between rubbing my clit and fucking me with just the tip. He clearly enjoyed teasing me, driving me crazy with his cock.
The next time he nudged the tip between my lips, I pushed back, sliding his cock all the way home. Jeff finally gave in to my need and soon we were fucking again. I felt his cock deeper than ever before, bottoming out on every thrust and stretching me in a deliciously painful way.
"Fuck me Jeff, fuck me as hard as you can" I panted, almost cumming a second time.

Jeff eagerly gave in to my request and began banging his hips against my butt. My arms collapsed, leaving me slumped forward with my face in the pillow. I was powerless against my son's ruthless assault on my pussy, unable to do anything but enjoy the fucking he was giving me from behind.
My ability to formulate words had completely gone as I just lay there, moaning and whimpering, fucked senseless by my son. His hands were firmly locked around my waist and he really slammed his hips against my butt. Loud slapping sounds filled the bedroom, accompanied by the sounds of my bed protesting and my nonstop moaning.

I knew Jeff was going to cum again soon. His thrusting became more shallow and irregular.
I reached behind my legs and rubbed my clit as fast as I could. Beating my son by a few seconds, I came. It was another good one. I had to bite my pillow to muffle my screams which would surely have alerted the neighbors.
Feeling and seeing me cum on his cock was too much for my son and he came too. He pressed his cock inside me as far as he could and let out a deep moan. Again I felt his penis start to throb, spitting out big globs of sperm deep in my vagina. I immediately came for a second time. My cumming pussy milked every drop of sperm from his balls.
All throughout his orgasm and long after, he stayed inside me, fucking me for as long as he could, until his wilting cock slipped from my lips and he fell forward, completely spent. He kissed me on the shoulder and the neck, whispering how much he loved me.
"I love you too, honey" I whispered, completely satisfied.

As I lay in my son's arms, all sweaty and happy, feeling his semen slowly ooze out my pussy and trickle down between my legs, I thought of how people would think of me. I knew most would condemn me, have me arrested and burned on a stake, but I knew that what I did was right.
Behind me, Jeff was already snoring softly, exhausted from a year of studying hard and, finally, fucking me for hours. I closed my eyes and soon I was sleeping peacefully too. Dinner could wait.

After only a few hours of sleep I was awakened by my alarm clock. As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my son. His brain may still be sleeping, but his cock was already awake. Gently I stroked the young hard shaft that fucked me to countless orgasms throughout the night. Slowly Jeff's eyes opened and as he saw me, a smile formed on his lips.
"Good morning mom" he said and bent over to give me a kiss. My nipples hardened as his lips touched mine and my pussy tingled. My body was already set for another fuck, but right now I had to act like a mother again.

"Get up boy, it's time for school" I said, breaking off our kiss.
"Do I have to mom? Can't we just stay in bed like this?"
"Get up Jeff; you wouldn't want your grades to drop again, would you?"

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#145 Posted: 22 Aug 2014 21:59

New York
by horny fox

Katie moved to New York from California after her divorce. Katie's father is a high powered divorce lawyer in New York, he handled the divorce. I became friend's with Katie's father in Harvard Law school, I was called to arrange the move to my apartment in New York and provide 24/7 security for her and her young daughter. While in New York I took Katie out for dinner and we went to my other apartment. Katie shivers as my hands trace a slow lazy path over her naked body. She is lying in bed with her arms clasped tightly above her for what seems like an hour as I stroked and touched and pinched her body. My fingers roaming from her ears and face, down the hollows of her throat, stopping lightly to press on her windpipe, cutting off her breath for a short, exciting moment. I hold tightly until she can't resist struggling just a little as a tiny thread of panic threatens to overwhelm her. Finally, she tossed her head sharply to the side, and I release her, my hands continuing their downward path as though they had never been interrupted.

Her nipples are hard and erect and my fingers slowly trace circles around them, not touching, teasing. Katie lets out a pleading cry as she pushes her breasts up into my waiting hands, willing me to touch her, to hurt her. I obliged her by slowly pinching one nipple, squeezing just a bit too tight, and then loving it with my tongue. Katie shudders, feeling it all the way down to her clit. Her body shifted on the bed, the chain holding her arms in place jingled obligingly. My hands left her breasts roaming further, running down her stomach with a light feathery touch bringing her body to a tingling peak. She feels my hands run down her thighs. She shifts again, whimpering, growing impatient, and with that movement she feels my hands clamp down hard on her legs, squeezing, hurting, holding her still. Katie has not been with a man since her divorce and has never dated or mad with with a older man.

" Shhhhhh," I whisper, my fingers pressing tight into her flesh, it made her want to writhe, or kick, but she didn't dare to try. Not yet. With slow movement, I slide my hands to grip the insides of her thighs, pressing them outwards, spreading her legs wider and wider until she feels the muscles strain to their limit and she can't possibly open them more. I hold her there, legs as wide open as they can go, exposed to me as I stare at her. One hand slides higher, and lightly runs along the length of her slit. Katie is wet and trembling. Waiting for whatever pleasure or pain I want to give her. Carefully, I slide one finger deep into her cunt again, curving it to caress the walls inside of her. " You like that baby?" I whisper to her as my fingers start slow circles inside her, she murmurs her consent as she settles into my stroking. " I like to feel you like this, all tight and wet. You like it." I said, this time it wasn't a question. Katie shifts her hips as I continue to stroke her.

I slide another finger inside her, this one going in easier since she has already been stretched, but it is still tight. Katie squirms, and I smile. " Yes... you like that." With no further play, I shove another finger to join the other two, it hurts, feels like I'm splitting her in half. Katie lets out a soft cry that turns into a moan as I push my hand hard up against her cunt, twisting my fingers in slow quick circles. " See how I work your cunt? It's mine to do with as I please. I will fuck you, if it pleases me," I snarl. I fucked her cunt hard with my fingers but sensuously stroked her clit. Even though Katie trusted me and loved the feeling she begs me over and over to stop. Katie needed to relax. Her body shuddering and shivering uncontrollably. She is going to spasm violently if I keep it up. As I finger fucked her, my other hand came down slapping her thigh. Katie jumps, that small move grinds her body closer to my fingers and hand.

" Would you still like to know why they call me 'The Stallion'?" I whisper in a low, low voice. The sound filled her ears like an audible orgasm. My gaze is in her eyes again. " You...you..." Katie can't speak. Katie is petrified with lust. She strains and finally get out, " You told me earlier." It is barely a whisper, not even a mutter. " I told you about the rumors, but I didn't tell you the rumors are true. My wicked grin comes back. Katie is intrigued now more than she thought. " I will have to show you. Do you want me to show you?" My voice is husky. I know what effect I'm having on her. All she can do is nod, which she did sheepishly.
I step back and she feels herself lean forward desperate to still feel me. I slide my fingers into my shorts. Katie knows this is wrong, but now we are about to cross a line: a line that if I crossed there is no going back. Katie isn't sure what is going to happen, but whatever it is, it will change her. It seems to take forever for me to slowly start to lower my shorts. Katie isn't sure whether I'm doing it so slow or she is seeing in slow motion this surreal moment.

My shorts lower and she sees my pubic bone. It is as hairy as my chest. Katie bites her lip knowing what is about to come out. My shorts lower more and that's when she sees it. The base of the thickest cock she has ever seen. It is like her forearm is growing out of my pubic bone. Katie feels her jaw drop with my shorts. It lowers more and more. It is just as thick all the way down, but it just keeps going. It can't be real, it just can't. My shorts drop to the floor and the whole thing is exposed. It is the longest, thickest cock she has ever laid eyes on. It is still soft and it is longer than her ex- husband's when fully erect, even when he was younger. It must be 9" just hanging there. Katie is transfixed and can't take her eyes off of it. Her pussy is on fire with lust.
" They call me ' Stallion' because of my cock. Because of my horse cock." My hand reaches down to it and holds the base of it up. Even with my large hand holding it, there is just as much sticking out as is hidden. " Would you like to see me hard?" I ask, not waiting for her reply. I slowly start stroking it. It seems to take forever to get to the fat head and back down. Katie notices for the first time I'm looking hungrily at her.

After two strokes I'm fully erect. My God! It is even bigger. It would take three of my hands just to cover it and no telling how many of hers. It is even thicker now, a little bit smaller than a soup can. It is protruding straight at her face, like it is staring at her. Katie sees the shaft has ugle veins snaking around it leading to the head. Katie never in her life wanted to put her lips around a cock so badly. She wants to feel its warmth. She wants to stroke it. She wants to suck it. She wants it in her throbbing pussy. Her pussy is soaked now. She feels some of the liquid dripping down her leg. Everything about this naked man in front of her is intimidating and she wants to feel like my Goddess. " Do you want to stroke it?" I ask with a smile. Katie nods, reaching her hand out for it tenderly. When she does, I step back so she can't grasp my glorious piece of meat leaving my shorts on the floor. Katie takes a step forward like a little toddler and tries to grab it again, and I step back once again.

I laugh, and she looks up at my eyes full of lust, pleading to let her feel my manliness. " Tell me what you want," I whisper, my voice growling. Katie tries to say " I want it," but she mutters something incomprehensible. Her breaths are sporadic. She can't tell how loud she is breathing. She doesn't care. " What, Katie?" I smile at her. I'm enjoying seeing her like this, complete putty in my hands. " I want it," She mutters. She looks back down at my huge cock, she sees the blood pulsating in each vein and it twitches. Katie gasps at the sudden movement of my thick, veined cock. " What do you want?" I say just toying with her now. My eyes are on fire. I'm thoroughly enjoying seeing her lust, her desperate desire. " I want your horse cock!" Katie whispers. Oh my god, did that just come out of her mouth?' " What about your ex-husband?" I ask looking deep into her eyes again. " Fuck my ex-husband," She mutters. Katie can't believe she is saying these things, but this older man, this cock in front of her. She has to have it. " I need your huge cock." She feels her pussy throbbing at the thought of trying to fit this giant cock all the way inside it.

It was time for a closer inspection of the subject at hand, so I move in front of Katie. As I move, my huge cock sways from side to side. " Touch it," I said. As if in a trace, Katie reaches out and took hold of my huge cock. She scoots closer on the couch as she moves in for a closer look. She can barely get her hand around the girth of it. All she can say as she holds it is " wow." She reaches out one hand to cup my giant hairy balls as she continues to stroke my column of flesh with the other. " Put your mouth around it," I tell the dazed young divorced woman. Katie leans forward, slowly begins to lick the broad head. Then she spits on it working the saliva around the dark red knob. When it is wet enough she tries to get her mouth around the head. Slowly working back and forth she is able to get the head and about another inch into her hot mouth. She licks and sucks but that is about as far as she got. She pulls my massive cock head out of her mouth, and a long strand of saliva came with her mouth as she pulls away.

The giant knob glistens with her saliva, and she see stares at it in awe. Not giving her time to think, I press the head against her lips pushing it past her teeth. On my first thrust I sink about 3 inches into her mouth, and she starts to gag and tries to pull off of it. I grab her head between my hands to hold her still. I pull the long, thick cock out of her mouth until just the head is inside her hot wet mouth, then I thrust again sinking 6 inches back into her throat. She places her hands on my thighs to push me away, but I'm to strong for her. I pull out again then drill 9 inches of hard cock down her throat. I pull out again and all 9 inches went crashing down her throat. Her nose is buried in my curly public hair, and my balls bang into her chin. Her gag reflex kicks in as her throat muscles tried to cough my giant prick out of her mouth. I hold her head in place and as she chocks. Just when she thought she would pass out for lack of oxygen, I pull my giant cock in one quick motion. Long strands of saliva are attached to my cock as I pull away from her face.

" That should make it wet enough," she hears me say almost to myself. Katie fell back on the couch coughing and gagging. She stares in disbelief at me as I grab her legs spreading them wide, I lean down between her legs and jam a finger up into her pussy again, up to the first knuckle. In spite of how rough and savage I have been with her so far, her pussy is tingling and incredibly wet as I drive my finger deeper into her cunt and wiggles it around. " OOHH, that hurts," she groans. " That's just the start, Katie." I pull my finger out licking off her cream. " Hmmm, tasty." I hold my giant saliva covered cock in my hand, guiding it to her moist slit pressing down with all my weight. It didn't seem like the giant head can get past the tight mouth of her cunt, and the strain of the pressure is starting to hurt her. Suddenly, the whole huge head pops into her burning cunt.

" UUUUUNNNHHHH!" she blurts out. No giving her any time to adjust to my size, I start to thrust myself into her tight cunt hurting her in the process. Little by little, half-inch by half-inch, I work Katie onto my massive cock. Nothing has ever filled her so completely. I continue to slowly move my shaft in and out of her over-stretched pussy, and with each stroke my cock penetrates her deeper and deeper. After about half of my cock is stuck up her straining cunt, the flood gates of lubrication opens in her channel greasing the way for my continued thrusts. Her tight cunt is loosing up and the pain is starting to turn to pleasure. I place my hands on the back of the couch and start to thrust harder into her. Inch by inch now, the giant thick cock works its way deeper and deeper into her smoking pussy. She slides down further onto the couch opening her legs wider, giving me a straight shot in her womb. She groans when she feels the tip of my cock battering her quvering cervix.

" OOOOOhhhhhhh, that is as much as I can take!! No more please!!!" she wails as I slam into her again and again. " Katie, there is still two inches to go." I pull back thrusting down again into her bruised sore pussy again and again. In and out, in and out, always trying to drive deeper into her. The mixture of pain and pleasure is unbelievable! In her delirious state, she wants every void filled. I continue to drive downward and at the bottom of each thrust would rotate my shaft in her boiling cunt to get maximum penetration. She has never done anything remotely like this before. She has her eyes closed so that she didn't have to look in my face and be reminded that she is being taken. I continue to thrust up and down into her clutching cunt. She is throwing her hips back at me wildly as she is impaled on my cock with each thrust. The pleasure that she is receiving is building. There had been a lot of pain before, but her cunt has caught fire and now the only thing that will put it out is cum, lots and lots of cum. I'm slamming into her now, in and out, in and out; I manage to wedge another full inch of hard cock in her famished cunt. I know she is close and with one more powerful thrust, her cunt locks down on my invading shaft and explodes around it.

" OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGOOOODDDDDDD!!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEE!!!" I reach down grabbing her face. I made her open her eyes and stare at where my giant, thick long cock is plunging into her tiny cunt. To see the lips of her pussy stretched to the limit around my thrusting cock. I thrust deeper and deeper on each stroke trying to bury all 9 inches in her creaming cunt, and she continues to soar from climax to climax. The pleasure that she is receiving is far beyond anything that she has ever experienced. As she watches me drive deep into her cunt time and again, she stares with shock and disbelief as my cock impales her. She feels another giant orgasm coming deep inside her. I continue to drive my shaft deep into her liquid heat. The pace and intensity of my thrusts increase, and the intense feelings increase as the end of my rocket rams against her cervix. With one final thrust all 9 inches buries itself in her cunt, and she explodes again as I fill her womb with each thrust of my plunging cock. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

At the crest of her orgasm, I extricate myself from her rippling climaxing cunt forcing Katie up and on to all fours so I can mount her from behind. With my knee I force her thighs wide and raise her splendid ass up in the air. I place my giant cock head just inside her parted labia. Her snatch is so soaked with her juices and blood from her orgasms; it feels like butter as I slam into her cunt again with a single stroke. She screams breathlessly as I pull back and thrust my massive cock deep into her convulsing cunt again. I feel her cunt muscles enveloping my rigid shaft like a velvet glove. I drive into her again and again with my prick, banging against the back of her vagina with each thrust. She is groaning and moaning, bucking and thrusting under me. I can tell that she is building to another massive orgasm. As my phallus pounding her gushing hot pussy, I reach around grabbing her swinging tits in each hand. When I pinch her nipples, she screams in pleasure. " OH, FFUUCCCKK! IT FEELS SO GOOD!! BABY! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!!!"

Katie is bucking wildly with nine inches of wrist-thick cock up her cunt. My cock surging up her cunt again and again. Her nails are clawing at the sofa cushions in mindless passion as I rode her like a bitch in heat. My pace is furious as I repeatedly thrust my full length down into her sizzling cunt then pull all the way out until only the fat head is left inside. Her cunt juices are flowing every where as they coat my shaft and balls, and run down her thighs in little streams. After never ending thrusts, and one more powerful surging thrust up her bucking cunt, and suddenly her pussy explodes like a nova. " OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH ...I...I...I... CCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!!"

As her cunt closed down on my shaft like a vise, her rippling cunt muscles pulling my sperm from my throbbing shaft. I unloaded deep inside her burning cunt as shot after shot of hot white sperm splashes out into her uterus. I shot over and over as my cum started leaking out of her overflowing pussy. It drooled down her legs in thick rivulets of pearly cream. My hard tool kept thrusting into her as my cum pours from my head, wad after wad firing deep into her womb. Finally, she slumps down on the couch exhausted and I pull my deflating cock from her. A big spurt of cum fell from her leaking pussy and dropped to the slip-cover below. I swept everything off the coffee table with one swing of my arm, dishes and cups and pictures and magazines crashing to the floor. Her eyes pop open. What is going to happen now? She is exhausted from the endless climaxes my cock gave her. I kneel behind her thrusting two fingers up her pussy covering them with the copious juices dripping from her cunt and reinserted them up her ass. " OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she cries out.

I twist them around to open her wider as I fucked them in and out of her tight ass. She isn't really ready for me, but I didn't care. Time to fuck her tight virgin ass. I pull my hand out of her ass and took my shaft in my hand. I place my bulging crown against her tiny anus and start to press. " NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!" she screams. It is going to be a very tight fit, and a struggle to get my cock into such a small asshole. I lean into her with all my weight, the pressure put on her anal ring starts to force it open and slowly the head shoves its way inside. " OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!" Katie feels the walls of her rectum stretching as the head forces its way into her. It feels like an enormous log is being driven into her. I pull out half an inch, then forward again, repeating until I had about 4 inches of hard thick cock crammed up her tight asshole. Katie is crying and shaking and trying to pull away from me. I reach out grabbing her by the hair pulling her back toward me, as I flex in and out of her slowly. I push in further, and press an extra half inch, then another inch up her ass. She cries out from the pain but also from the intense pressure on her. My prick is stretching her in all directions. To ease the pressure she tries to relax her ass muscles, but that only allows me to slide a bit more cock into her. The incredible tightness of Katie's tunnel is so erotic for me. I want to thrust deep into her ass and blow an enormous load up her ass, but I had to complete my mission first. Her anal passage has tensed so much that it is like a vise, and my cock is stuck.

I spit on my cock and her ass several times using the lubrication to make my cock more slick as I slowly move it in and out. Her entire body is trembling. " Ohhhhhh... oh my god... aaaaahhhhh..." she moans in pain, but I can almost detect a hint of pleasure. It spurs me on, I increase the rhythm of stroking my dick into her tight ass. I reach around Katie rubbing my fingers across her pussy and clit, and she moans this time in pleasure. Her anal tunnel relaxes, and I'm able to shove two more inches of throbbing meat into her. " UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" she moans in a low voice. She is slowly relaxing as I move in and out, going deeper and deeper until I'm fully embedded inside her asshole. She is shaking with the effort of taking me, I had awakened something dormant in her and it is about to be released. I fuck her slowly at first, then faster and faster. She reaches down rubbing her pussy. I watch as my cock fucks her ass, burying itself deep inside on each thrust. She is so tight. The pressure on my cock is unbearable. I slam into her harder and faster. Katie is rubbing her pussy rapidly with her fingers. Her breathing became faster. Her mouth is open. She is going to cum. " OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Her mind went blank. She feels my cock against the tight walls of her ass. I buried myself deep inside her on each thrust. Katie stiffens and bucks up against me. Her fingers dig into the couch. She screams in a piercing shriek as her body shakes with an orgasm. We buck together in a wild, uncontrollably frenzy. " OOOOOHHHHHHH GOD... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME IN THE AAASSSS!!" I ride her hard, driving her climax to near impossible heights. She is bucking and thrusting against me, and I continue to slam into her ass. She is uncontrollably. She can't stop cumming. She finally sags beneath me beaten. I thrust deep into her once more pulling her with me as I sat back on the coffee table. All 9 inches crammed up her ass. " OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!" " Katie, whose cock do you love? Tell me?"

" OH FUCK, YOURS!!" " I'm better then your ex-husband?" " OH GOD YES!! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!!!" " Why? Tell me!"
" BECAUSE YOUR COCK IS BETTER THEN HISSSS!!! MY GOD!!!" I urge Katie to slide up my shaft, she stares in amazement as inch after inch of the thick shaft came out of her asshole, then she sank back down driving my towering prick up her ass. She begins to bounce up and down onto shaft. Each time she slides back, she takes more and more of my cock deep inside her. It split her open, filling her body, making her shake as waves of agony and ecstasy crashes over her. When the entire length is slid up inside her, the sensations are incredible. Each plunge up and down that long, thick shaft is heaven never experienced before. The head feels like a fist moving up and down inside her. My thick shaft is stretching her beyond belief. She is building to an intense orgasm.

As she rose and fell on my cock, she is screaming obscenities about my cock and how I'm the best and how I'm better then her limp-dick ex- husband. I'm thrusting up into her ass with powerful strokes. Her body is bouncing around on my cock. She is hot, sweaty, and panting, but wanting more cock. She is a bitch in heat, wanting more and more. I'm sending it her way. As she plunges down hard on my cock, I arch my back driving my cock back into new depths inside Katie. The savage thrust ignites another massive climax, and she went berserk riding my raging cock with her own gut-wrenching orgasm.

" AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! MMY GOD...MY GOD...MY GOD... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The pressure and pleasure is too much for her and she faints as she almost fell off my impaled cock. I caught her before she fell, and let her rest for a second. I slowly pull my cock out of her plundered ass, stood up with her in my arms. "MMMMmmmmm. oooohhhhhh." She is still in a daze and barely conscious. Her limp body weight supported by my arms. I lean her back until she is at a 45 degree angle to me, and then look at the camera. " Hey Tom, this video is for you! Watch how I fuck your ex-wife into submission. She's a very nice piece of ass!!"

I lay her lifeless body on the couch. Her eyes are open but glazed over as she stares at me with her arms loosely draped over my shoulders. Katie begins moaning softly and then looks at me with glassy eyes. I'm finger fucking her wet pussy hard and deep. Katie is gasping and moaning as she nears another orgasm. "OOOHHHHHH... OH GOD... AAAAHHHHHH ... NO MORE...OOOOHHHH!!!" Her juices are again pouring down her legs. As my fingers slam into her, I feel her tight cunt grabbing my piston like fingers as they slide in and out of her. I continue to fuck her pussy and wink at the camera. I feel her pussy grabbing my fingers in a series of spasms, and her cunt explodes for the sixth time tonight. " UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Her cunt squirting juices as I pull my fingers out, then slam my cock back into her. She keeps cumming and cumming as I thrust again and again into her cunt. I grab her by her hips fucking her harder and faster as she screams and thrashes about under me. I feel Katie's body tense as she throws her head back and then she looses consciousness again. Her tight pussy feels so good as I hammer her several more times until my cock swells, and explodes a powerful blast of cum into her belly. Jet after jet spewing into her womb coating the walls of her cunt with sticky white jizz. I had already cum four times tonight, but it seems my balls have an endless supply of cum as it pours from my cock filling her cunt. After what seems like an eternity, I stopd thrusting and pouring sperm into her overworked cunt. My cock is buried inside her twitching cunt, and I'm breathing hard and dripping with sweat. I let her tight cunt slide off my softened cock, and she drops to the floor in front of me.

When I'm done, I took a long time shaking out my penis. I look at the camera and talking quietly said, " Don't ever fuck with Katie again, you little cocksucker, or I will deal with you. Katie belongs to me now you limp-dick bastard." I turn around seeing Katie on the floor. She is slumped in a heap and white strands of cum mixed with blood seeps from her abused pussy. After about a mile or two, I pull over near a coffee shop that I knew had wireless service. I open my phone sending Katie a message.

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My Evil (Ex-) Wife
by senorlongo

CHAPTER 1

"Oh, shit," I thought, "I'm really in for it. She's caught me again." I had just showered after dinner and my hand automatically went down to my cock. I pulled my hand from my shorts and waited for the storm to hit. Instead, my wife Eileen walked into the den and sat opposite me.

"We definitely have to talk and I want you to be completely honest with me. Will you do that?"

I admit I was confused. She hated when I played with myself. I expected a real tongue-lashing—I'd received several over the past month. Why was she being so nice? "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"How often do you play with yourself?"

I sighed, "Every day."

"When and how long?"

This was getting embarrassing. "Okay, virtually every morning for at least a half hour before getting out of bed; again after my shower for as long as I feel like it, most anytime I'm idle in the evening, and again when I get into bed."

"So...at least an hour every day?"

"Yeah, probably more. It itches sometimes. I just don't seem to be able to control it."

"I have to agree with that and it could get really embarrassing. Remember last week when Patricia came in with me after bridge on Saturday afternoon? I saw you and she would have, too if I didn't distract her. It's out of hand."

"Okay, I agree, but I don't know what to do about it."

"I have a suggestion, but I don't think you're going to like it."

"What?" I was already skeptical.

"A...male...chastity...."

"I'm not wearing a fucking chastity belt. Talk about embarrassing...everybody will be able to see it through my slacks and shirt, and what about when I want to go to the pool or beach? Forget it!"

"You didn't let me finish. Not a chastity belt, a chastity cage. It fits around your cock and balls so only you and I will even know it's there."

"Great...sounds really great; I'm being sarcastic in case you didn't realize."

"I did realize and it's pretty much what I expected. How about if I promise to let you out twice a week for relief—once with me and once for you to masturbate? That way we'll both get what we want. I won't have to see you playing with your penis and you'll still have enough sexual activity to be satisfied. It could be the best of both worlds."

"I don't know. I guess I could use some help, but I'm not so sure about this."

"Why don't we look on the internet and see if we can find something we can agree on? Would you at least do that for me?"

There are times when I hate how sweet my wife can be and this was one of them. I was backed into a corner—either say no and get myself ready for a real argument every time she catches me, and believe me, she will. She'll be on the lookout if I don't go along. The alternative is to follow her lead and...God only knows what. I chicken out and agree, thinking it's the lesser of two evils. She takes my hand and we go to the computer where she's already on line. We go to Bing and type in "cock cage."

We researched a few vendors and truthfully, I was terrified at what I saw and read, but I could see Eileen's enthusiasm. I knew that I'd pay for a refusal for months into the future. I gave up and agreed eventually to try—that's all, just to try—the CB 6000. I made sure she fully understood that I wasn't committing to anything. "Eileen, I am willing to try it, that's all. T...R...Y, but I'm not committing to it. I have no idea how this will work out so don't get upset if it doesn't."

"I understand, Michael. You don't have to repeat it five hundred times, but I really do appreciate your willingness to address the problem. Maybe you'd like me to show you how much I do appreciate it."
I knew what she was doing—reinforcing the decision by giving me some good sex—but it wasn't going to work. I'd been down this road before. I'd take the sex—I'm not an idiot—but that alone wouldn't change my mind about trying this...thing...this monstrosity.

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I stood still while she stripped out of her clothes, enjoying the show. We've been married for about ten years and she still had a really good body with nice tits—firm and high—and a nice round butt. My only complaint was her pubic hair. She refused to do anything with it, even trim it back, so I was reluctant to eat her pussy. I enjoyed the taste, but I absolutely hated getting hairs stuck between my teeth.

She laughed when she saw that I was still dressed. "Playing hard to get? Is that it? I know you're concerned. I understand that. It'll be fine. You'll see." She moved up to me, jamming those fine tits into my chest as she reached down to handle my package. "Hmmm, I see someone is eager, even if you aren't."

"I'm eager for this...not so much for the other."

"You worry too much. C'mon, I need this and I'm still going to need it when you're wearing it. I'm going to go out of my way to make it pleasant for you. You'll see." Somehow, I wasn't all that reassured, but I did want to fuck my wife so I joined her on the bed. We kissed, our tongues dancing back and forth as we shared saliva between our mouths. I loved the sensation of her soft plump lips against mine. I reached down between her legs. Her cunt was oozing juice, but then so was my cock. The head was covered in slippery pre-cum and hard as a rock. Eileen groaned and pushed me onto my back as she climbed over my body.

Eileen hovered for almost a minute, rubbing my cock into her slit, before slowly sinking onto me. I watched, amazed, as my cock disappeared into her body. Slowly she began to rock, driving her hot clit into my abdomen. I rose to meet her with every thrust. Our pace quickened as our passion rose and soon we were humping wildly. I knew she was getting close several minutes later when her breathing became erratic and she began to chirp like a chipmunk, a sure sign she was ready to cum. I drove into her harder and faster, lifting her from the bed every time until I grunted like a boar, spewing hot white semen into her again and again until I could go no more. Fortunately, my orgasm was almost always a trigger for her. She opened her mouth for a long silent scream before collapsing onto my chest. I rubbed my hands over her ass and back while we recovered.

She raised her head after several minutes and asked, "Think you could handle that every week? I think knowing that you'll need my key will make me even hotter for you."

"Yes, I could definitely handle that, but, no, I'm still not convinced about the other. But, you are right—time will tell." I kissed her and extricated myself from her grip. I still had some paper work to do before tomorrow.

CHAPTER 2

I pretty much forgot about the cock cage for the next week or so. I was even better at keeping my hands out of my groin. Of course, I was praying that the damned thing would get lost in the mail. Unfortunately, that only seemed to happen with checks for my mortgage and credit card bills. I walked in exhausted after a long day in court almost two weeks later to find the package on the kitchen counter. Eileen was there, too and to her credit she didn't gloat or smile. All she said were two words, "it's time." I nodded glumly to agree.
I changed out of my suit and washed my cock and balls carefully before returning to the kitchen naked. I took out the parts and tried to read the instructions. They looked as though they'd been written by some guy in China where they don't have any tenses. Eventually, I made sense of them and had it placed around my cock and balls. All that was needed was the lock. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Eileen stepped forward after I had stood there for several minutes. She removed the lock from my hands and placed it onto the cage, snapping it shut. She kissed my cheek and ran a silver chain through the keys, placing them around her neck. She hugged me again, kissed me, and told me to dress. We were going out for dinner.

We drove to a favorite Italian restaurant and I felt so self-conscious as though everyone could see the prison around my penis, but nobody said anything or acted as though they knew. I understood why Eileen wanted to eat out. She wanted to rebuild my self-esteem. I felt better when we drove home and even better the following morning.

On Wednesday evening I asked if I could masturbate, but Eileen had a better idea—we fucked like kids, so eager were we to explore each other's body. I thought I'd masturbate on Sunday, but once again she made delicious love to me. I was beginning to think this actually could be the best of both worlds.

We probably fucked seventy-five percent of the time with no rhyme or reason why or when. It all depended on Eileen's mood that day. That's the way things went for almost six months—and then everything changed.
I had a critical meeting on a class-action suit the following morning and was having difficulty falling asleep. I got up at 12:45 and Eileen rolled over to ask me what was wrong. "I'm having trouble falling asleep. I'm going to take some sleeping pills."

"Oh...okay," she replied as the rolled over and returned to sleep. I woke to the alarm the following morning and tumbled out of bed to the bathroom. Halfway there I realized something was wrong. I had run my hands down my pajama shorts and found my cock encased in metal, not the polycarbonate I was expecting. I ran to the bathroom and dropped my shorts. Fuck! The thing was made of stainless steel and I couldn't find a lock. Looking even closer I could see some things that looked like bolts pushing down against my cock, squeezing it into the tube. There was no retaining ring, but there was a thick stainless strap that went tightly around my balls. I pulled up my shorts and went back to the bedroom. That's when I first realized that Eileen wasn't there.

"EILEEN! EILEEN!" I screamed her name as I tore through the house. I found a note on the refrigerator when I reached there.

"Michael," it read, "if I know you you're screaming and ranting like a maniac right now which is why I'm not at home. You need to calm down and relax. No harm is going to come to you, but there are going to be a few changes. I will tell you about them tonight when you come home, but ONLY if you are calm and respectful to me. Don't bother to look for the key—it's not there. I've placed it into a safe deposit box in another bank that only I can retrieve until I have made other arrangements.

"As I said, there will be a few changes, but nothing you can't handle. I will explain tonight. Love, Eileen."

Eileen was smarter than I gave her credit for. I probably would have killed her if she were here now. There was nothing I could do, but get dressed and go to work. I couldn't wait for tonight to let her know what I thought—of this and of her.

I staggered in after a long and hard day around six that evening. Eileen was sitting and relaxing in the living room when I walked in. If looks could kill she would have been dead. "I see you haven't calmed down yet."

"Calmed down, Eileen? What the hell do you expect? Did I agree to wear this? Where's the key?"

"In our closet. Go ahead and look for it. I'm sure you'll know where it is immediately." I stomped off to the bedroom. I walked into the closet and stopped. I couldn't believe my eyes. She'd had a safe installed during the day. I tried to pull it out, but it was obviously bolted to the floor. I returned to the living room defeated.

"That's better; would you like a glass of wine?"

"No, thank you. Why are you doing this? You've betrayed me with this."

"I won't even consider answering the idea of betraying you. I prefer to look at it as being true to myself. I've been doing a lot of reading recently and I've learned that I have acquired an extremely valuable asset."

"And what would that be?"

"Why, my cock, of course."

"What do you mean...your cock?"

"Well, it used to be yours, but now it's mine. I control it. I own it. I control you because of it. I own you. It's that simple."

"Eileen, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'll let you get away with that because I'm sure you're upset and still have to get used to the idea of this. However, if I hear anything like that after tonight, there will be trouble. Okay, here goes—we have been married for almost ten and a half years. During that time I have done all the house cleaning. I'm tired of it. I'm not doing any more."

"I've told you many times we could hire a cleaning service. We can easily afford it so what's the big deal?"

"We're not hiring a cleaning service. We already have one—you."

"Eileen, are you kidding? I already work at least ten hours a day and I'm usually exhausted by the time I get home. You don't do housework anywhere near that long. That just isn't fair."

"I know it's not fair, but if you ever want to cum again you'll do what I tell you. Every night when you come home I will have a list of chores for you. I will expect you to have them completed before dinner. We'll eat a bit later than in the past to accommodate you. Your time will be your own after dinner."

"You're crazy." I walked back to the bedroom and changed into my jeans then I walked out to my workbench in the garage to see if I could get this damned thing off my body. Eileen pulled up a chair and watched.

"Surely, you don't think I'd buy something cheap that you could break the first day, do you? Go ahead--see if you can get out." I looked at the damned thing. The tube surrounding my cock was solid stainless. There was no way I would be able to do anything with that. My only hope was the band that connected the tube around my balls, but it was also stainless and it was tight. I'd have to hurt myself to get this off, but first I'd have to figure out what kind of tools to use. I tried a pair of cutting pliers, but that was a complete waste of time. The stainless was harder than the steel in the tool and I could barely get it between the band and my scrotum. All this time Eileen sat behind me laughing. I worked for almost an hour before giving up.

Eileen rose and headed back into the house. "Come and have dinner and I'll share the schedule to you, assuming you plan on cumming sometime in the next year." She laughed at my predicament. I followed her glumly into the house.

I sat at the table and she scooped out some stew for me. "I knew we might take a lot of time tonight so I wanted to be ready. You will need your strength for what's to come." She laughed again. I had never seen this side of my wife and, truthfully, I didn't like it at all. She passed a sheet of paper to me. "Okay, on Mondays you will dust and vacuum the living and dining rooms. I'll supervise at first to make sure you do a satisfactory job. Tuesdays will be the three bedrooms, dusting and vacuuming. Wednesdays you can do the guest bath and the lavatory. Thursdays will be for our bathroom and Fridays you can clean the kitchen. On Saturdays you will work outside doing the lawn, trimming the bushes, etc. Sundays will be open for some special project I'll dream up. There you have it. If you do that you'll be able to cum twice a week, just like you've been doing."

I stood up and dropped the bowl of stew onto the table. It flew up and fell all over the table and floor. "FUCK! YOU!" It was all I could think of. I was furious.

"If that's the way you want to be...fine. It will be at least a month before you have an orgasm."

"Okay, then there's no reason for me to live here, is there? I obviously can't trust you at all. I'm leaving."

"I'll destroy the only key if you do that."

"Fine...do it. I'll see you in court." I walked into the bedroom, packed a small bag with my toiletries, some pajamas and underwear for a few days. I grabbed a few suits, some shirts and ties. I stormed out past Eileen who was still laughing.

"You'll be back. Michael. You'll come crawling back once you need to cum. You men are always so weak."

"I'll be back; that's for sure. This house is in my name. It's my house, remember. I'll be back to kick your sorry ass to the curb. Oh yeah, as soon as I get to the hotel I'll be cancelling your credit cards. Enjoy your life, bitch. Once word gets out about what you did you'll be toast. There isn't a man alive who'll have anything to do with you." I was out the door and back in the car before she even had a chance to react.

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My Evil (Ex-) Wife
by senorlongo

CHAPTER 3

I went to the apartment the firm maintained for visiting clients and phoned all my credit card companies. Once done I sat on the bed and took another long look at this fucking device. I looked closely at the tube. It appeared to be welded on the underside with two welded cross pieces vertically over my cock head. The band was attached to the tube by a sizable rivet that was flattened over the hole in the tube on both sides. The band could swivel freely, giving the tube some freedom of movement. The band that ran around my scrotum appeared to be a solid strip of stainless which was rounded on each side so it wouldn't cut into my skin. I couldn't see the lock without a mirror that I could place under my scrotum, but I had to assume it was at least of the same quality at the rest of the device. I was in trouble, but there was no way I was going back to Eileen. I had thought that we loved each other, but what she'd done was inexcusable.

I went to see my lawyer the following morning. I explained everything, and I do mean everything. He asked to see the cock cage Eileen had placed on my genitals. "Were you willing to do that, Michael?"

"No, Steve, I wasn't. We had agreed that I would wear a plastic one because I had a bad habit of touching my penis, but she did this Sunday night when I was drugged with sleeping pills and then she tried to blackmail me into doing all the housework. I'm guessing that was only the beginning. I'll bet she was reading a lot of that mistress-slave nonsense on some of those internet sites." I dropped my pants and showed him the cage so he could take a few pictures. "I hate to say it, but I think I might be stuck in this for a bit until I can figure out how to break it off."

"Don't ask me, Michael. I'm no engineer." That gave me an idea. I'd bet that an engineer would be able to tell me what to do. All I had to do was find one. I tried the Yellow Pages on my cell phone once I was back in the street. I found one—Professional Engineer/Mechanical and Civil Engineering—only a few blocks away. I walked there in less than ten minutes.

"Excuse me," I asked the receptionist, a tall slender and cute brunette I wouldn't have bothered yesterday, but today.... "I'd like to see an engineer, please."

"Can you tell me what it's about?"

"Uh...no, at least not now, but I assure you it is a real emergency." She was flirting and I was flirting right back. I was well dressed in a $2,500 suit and $500 shoes, my official plaintiff's attorney uniform. "However," I continued, "If he can help me I'll be thrilled to take you to dinner tonight."

She laughed. "See the sign—'C.W. Wilson, C.J. Wilson?' C.W. is my dad; he's retired. C.J.--that's me—Catherine Jean Wilson. So, how can I help you?"

Oh boy--I gave serious thought to leaving, but if I did I'd never see this gorgeous woman again. "Do you have an office or something more private?"

"Sure, c'mon this way; my receptionist will be back in a minute or so. She walked me into an office. "Now, then...."

"Okay...I assume you'll be discreet."

"Are we ever going to get to the point here? I do have to earn a living, you know."

"I need to know how to break something. Let's assume that someone has a...uh, wristwatch that's locked onto his body...uh, arm. The watch is made of stainless steel and the band is a single strip of stainless steel that's riveted to the watch. How could he get it off?"

"We're not really talking about a watch here, are we?"

"Um...no; let's just say that I've left my wife because she locked it onto me against my will."

"Oh! Can I take a look at it? I promise I won't laugh. There's no need to be embarrassed. I think I know how to break it, but a look will help. I'll lock the door so we won't be disturbed."

"Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I'll do it on one condition—dinner. You can pick the place."

"I never go to dinner with strangers." I laughed and extended my hand, introducing myself as Michael Kelly, attorney at law.

"An ambulance chaser, eh?"

"I've never actually chased an ambulance. I've run alongside a few times." We shared a laugh together. "Actually, I specialize in suing major corporations on behalf of the little guys. You know—faulty artificial limbs, tobacco, even one of the local hospitals for turning away illegal immigrants."

"I think I read about that one. Mind if I ask how much you made on that?"

"Nada...nothing; it was pro bono, 'for the good.' I hate that lawyers are looked on as scum, although some really are. I always try to take the high road. Okay, here goes." My face turned bright red as I took off my jacket and dropped my trousers. Seconds later my boxers were at my ankles.

Cathy took a good look at the cock cage. "This is pretty interesting...very well made, but as I suspected, the rivet will be the weak point. Stay here while I get a few tools." Like I was going anywhere--she returned a few minutes later with a big, heavy-looking toolbox. She rooted around for a minute before settling on several needle nosed vise grips.

"What I want to do is twist the band. The rivet will be very strong if it is pulled, but it's susceptible to being twisted. I think we'll be able to split the band or even pull the rivet out. Now, I have to warn you; this may hurt. I know how sensitive a man's testicles can be. I may be single, but I'm hardly a nun." She pushed my scrotum down and out of the way before carefully pushing one side of the thin needle-nose under the band. She locked the pliers and asked me to hold it in place. "This vise grip will restrict the twisting to this end of the strap. Otherwise all we'd do is spread the motion across the length of the strap rather than concentrate the twisting force at the end". A second vise grip twisted the belt 180 degrees. She was right—it did hurt, but I was determined to get this damned thing off. I held the vise grips in position while she repeated the process with yet another tool after removing the one that had twisted it first. Now the belt was twisted 360 degrees with all the stress at the one end.

Cathy released the second vise grip while I held the other two. She repeated the twisting and I could see the stress on the rivet. It looked as though it was pulling through the strap. One more twist did it. The strap separated from the rivet. Only the vise grip prevented it from twisting wildly back, possibly cutting me with the sharp broken edge at the end. Cathy used the vise grip closest to the end to pull it away and around my scrotum. I was relieved when it was done. She pulled the tube from my cock and it reacted immediately, growing and hardening to its full seven and one-half thick inches.

"Sorry," I exclaimed, trying to pull my boxers up and cover my hard-on. I tugged them several times before I realized that Cathy had her foot on the material.

"Hmmm, I'm not. How long has it been in there, anyway?"

"Well, I took two sleeping pills two nights ago and she put it onto me while I was asleep. I had a CB6000 on for two days before that. I had a habit of touching my penis which she didn't like. It's a long story. I'm sure you don't want to hear it."

"No, actually I would." So I told her—all of it and, surprisingly, she listened carefully without interrupting and without laughing. "That was quite a sacrifice you made, giving her control of your orgasms. You must really love her."

"I did...right up until this happened. It was betrayal, pure and simple. Listen, I have to go to work—plenty of ambulances out there with nobody to chase them."

She laughed, "I really didn't mean that."

"That's okay, I'm used to it. How much do I owe you and I was serious about dinner. I suddenly find myself with a lot of openings on my social calendar."

"The job is on the house and I do accept the invitation." She stepped to the desk and wrote on the back of her business card. It held her address and phone number. "I still live with my folks so don't get any ideas, at least not yet. How about seven? Ever eat at La Strada? I've always wanted to try it."

"It's a deal. I've enjoyed it any number of times. I'll make a reservation for eight. Thank you so much for this. Truthfully, I'd like to throw it under a bus, but I'm sure I'll need it as evidence in the divorce proceedings." She handed it to me and I put it into my briefcase. I walked back to my car and drove to have my blood tested before proceeding to my office. Steve was pretty sure I'd still have traces of the sleeping pill medication in my system. If so, it would strengthen my case in the divorce proceedings—and then there were the possible criminal charges I could bring. At the very least it would be sexual battery, and then there were the possible civil rights issues. I'd save them as my ace in the hole.

I had several important chores for my secretary. No, I wasn't at all interested in her. For one thing she's sixty; for another she was very happily married and she was my godmother. She and my mom were closest friends. She almost came unglued when she heard the details. Having told her in the office meant that the entire conversation would be confidential, just like everything else that happened here. I had checked my credit card statements online and found the purchase transactions easily. I wanted duplicate receipts for the transactions. I'd get them fairly easily for two reasons. First, if necessary I'd have no difficulty obtaining a subpoena. Second, the accounts were in my name—I was responsible for all the purchases. Of course, the fact that the phone calls were coming from an attorney's office often made the folks on the other end nervous and intimidated.

People usually give little thought to the consequences of their actions and this was a prime example. Eileen had left the perfect paper trail for these purchases. They'd make for great evidence against her. What I had found astonishing was that she had actually ordered the stainless cage more than a month before fitting the original cock cage on me. The whole episode was nothing more than a ploy to get me under her control.

I was a partner at Kelly, Kelly, Fitzgerald and Stein. My dad was the first Kelly. Now I had to see him and let him know what was going on. I phoned ahead and asked for a meeting as I always did.

"Well, Michael, how are you? I haven't seen you in...more than a week, isn't it? How's Eileen?"

"Yeah, Dad...a week ago Monday and Eileen is why I'm here. I've left her. Steve will serve divorce papers on Monday."

"Kind of sudden, isn't it, Michael?"

"Yeah, Dad," and I continued, explaining everything to my father, including how she had ordered the "escape-proof" cage before even introducing the concept to me.

"Dear God, what a fucking bitch—I don't blame you. How'd you get out of that...thing?"

"A professional engineer solved it in minutes, and that reminds me, I have to make dinner reservations for tonight. The engineer's a woman—good looking and just as appalled about this as we are." My father just shook his head in dismay. I walked back to my office to phone La Strada; I needed to do more than make reservations.

"Hi, Tony... it's Mike. I need a reservation for two at eight tonight."

"No problem, partner; how's everything?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about." I explained about Eileen, omitting the details about the cock cage. "I'm sure she'll show up one of these days. Just make sure she pays cash. Absolutely no freebies; I'm not kidding—anyone who comps her is going to be looking for a new job."

"Gotcha, Mike. I'll let everyone know." I thanked Tony and told him about my date for tonight. He assured me that there would be no embarrassing questions. I wasn't worried about being embarrassed—I'm an attorney. It's against my religion.

CHAPTER 4

I drove up to Cathy's place, an old Victorian in a quiet neighborhood I knew only a little about. I recalled that there had been a killing about twenty years ago—one of the university's coeds-- while I was a college junior away at Harvard. It had never been solved, but that could be said about too many slayings, unfortunately. My mind was full of thoughts of the past as I walked up the drive to ring the bell.

An older gentleman answered the door. "Ah, the ambulance chaser, I presume."

"I can see where Cathy gets her sense of humor," I replied as I extended my hand. "Mike Kelly."

"Hi, I'm Cathy's dad, Christopher. C'mon in; I'll let her know you're here." He yelled up the stairs for her. I followed him into the living room where I met her mom, Emily. We were in a polite discussion when her dad asked me, "Hey, Mike, what do you call it when an ocean liner with 2,000 lawyers aboard sinks to the bottom?"

"Ha, that's an old one—'a good start'-- and, truthfully, I'm not so sure I disagree. A lot of lawyers are really smarmy bastards, the kind who'll do anything for a buck and, don't forget that most politicians are lawyers, too."

"Enough, Dad; don't scare him off until I've had the chance to eat, will you?" She walked up to me and kissed my cheek—a pleasant surprise. We said our good-byes and drove north to the restaurant. I pulled up in front and exited as the valet opened the door for Cathy. "Evening, Mr. Kelly," he gave me the ticket as I greeted him in response. The doorman opened up for us and also greeted me. Finally, we approached the desk, but halfway there the maitre d' intercepted us. "Ah, Mr. Kelly, I have your table ready. Please come this way."

'Thank you, Milton."

"You're welcome, of course. I'll let Tony know you're here." He held the chair for Cathy and opened her napkin before handing her the open menu. I sat, an amused smile on my face, as Cathy tried to digest my celebrity.

"I assume you've eaten here before...more than once I gather."

"A few times, and it helps that I'm a partner. Tony Stradicci and I own the restaurant. We go way back to sixth grade together. We used to go fishing every afternoon after school and when we weren't fishing we were nothing but trouble." I looked up to see Tony approaching the table. I rose and we hugged. "Tony, this is C.J. Wilson—Cathy—my favorite engineer." He greeted her effusively, but once she had returned to the menu he took me aside.

"I had a long talk with the entire staff so everyone knows what to do in case." I nodded and thanked him and returned to my date. I knew the menu by heart so looking at it was a waste of time. Our waiter took our drink order and had just left when Cathy spoke again.

"So, Michael, are you really getting divorced? I don't date married men."

"Yes, she'll be served with the papers Monday morning and about thirty minutes later she'll get the eviction notice from the Sheriff's office. She can appeal within thirty days, but then she'll have to get out."

"I thought that the wife almost always got the house."

"In this state she'll be entitled to half the marital assets which means everything earned during the marriage, but I bought the house with an inheritance from my grandfather while I was in law school. I lived there while I was studying. Truthfully, getting off campus was the best thing I ever did...too many distractions. I owned the house for more than three years before we even met. I can't see any alternative to a divorce. I can't trust her, can I? How could I ever close my eyes and go to sleep? I'm glad I can just leave this to my attorney to deal with."

"But, you're an attorney."

"Yeah, I am, but there's an old saying—a man who defends himself has a fool for a client. It's much better if I use an attorney to represent me. I will rarely have to confront Eileen—he'll do it. I won't get emotional or vengeful. It's just easier all around. He's an excellent attorney and he's almost as vicious as I am. Plus, I'll be free to earn more money than I'm paying him. Now, can we talk about you? How'd you become an engineer?"

Cathy explained how her mom and dad could only have one child and she was it. Her dad never showed any disappointment, but Cathy never played with dolls or other girly stuff. She learned to use tools and made things with her dad. She was really good at math, too, so it made sense for her to study engineering. She joined her dad's firm when she graduated, but at the bottom and worked her way up. She was respected by the others in the firm as a result and was now at age 30 a partner, helping to support her semi-retired father and mother.

Cathy asked me about some of the dishes. I did my best to explain—everything I'd ever had was great and the portions were huge. "Plan to have some leftovers for at least one lunch. That's part of the fun here." She ordered the Rigatoni with Sausage and Mushrooms in a garlic and oil sauce. It was one of my favorites, but tonight I had the Osso Buco. We were eating our salads and enjoying the delicious focaccia bread and garlic knots when I heard a commotion at the reception desk. I knew immediately it was Eileen, no doubt upset about her restrictions. I excused myself and walked into the fray.

"What do you mean I'm not welcome here? My husband owns the place!"

"You're welcome, Eileen, as long as you plan on paying cash," I interjected.

"I might have known you'd be behind this. Plan on never cumming, you bastard."

"Actually, I have a multitude of plans in that regard. It took an engineer all of five minutes to defeat it. Now...if you have cash you may stay. If you don't I think you should leave before we have to call the police. That wouldn't go well for you. I still have many friends in the DA's office from my time there and don't forget that I know a lot of the cops, too."

"You know I never carry cash."

"Well, you'd better start. You have no income and no credit so you'll never get another credit card. You might qualify for a debit card as long as you have a bank account. Of course, once we've settled you'll get your share, but count on that to be a long time from now. I'd plan on economizing if I was you or maybe getting a job, and eating at an expensive restaurant like this shouldn't be on your agenda. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date." I turned away and returned to Cathy.

"Is that your wife?"

"Yeah, unfortunately; she used to come here all the time and eat on the house. Of course, I'd have to pay from my share of the profits and I'd have to tip the wait staff. That's only fair. Now that we're separated I've cancelled her credit cards and I've told Tony she only eats if she has cash. I know Milton well enough that he'll demand to see it first before he'll let her into the dining room."

"That seems kind of harsh."

"It is, but if I give in to her in the beginning of the process I might as well give up everything. Like most legal actions divorce is a battle. It's usually fairly civilized, but it's still a war. Let's talk about something more enjoyable, like our next date."

"Oh? Are we having a next date? I hardly know you."

"Fair enough...I'm Michael Francis Kelly, age 38, partner in the law firm of Kelly, Kelly, Fitzgerald, and Stein. My dad is the first Kelly. I grew up here, attended North High School and was Valedictorian. I went to Harvard, but attended law school here where my dad also attended. I was married for a little over ten years and I thought happily until this. I enjoy most sports. I played basketball and baseball in high school and basketball in college. I have a very competitive nature which is an essential characteristic for a successful attorney. I also enjoy the outdoors, like hiking and fishing. I have a boat--not a yacht--that I use for fishing. Maybe you'd like to join me sometime."

"Oh, sure; get into a boat and go miles from shore and be at your mercy."

"First of all, I rarely go miles from shore. It's usually less than half a mile, and I'm always a gentleman. If I weren't you'd be at my mercy in my car. Besides, I usually have a fishing rod and some sharp hooks to watch out for."

"I've never been fishing. I've done a lot of other outdoor stuff, but I've never been fishing. Isn't it boring?"

"Well...it sometimes takes patience, but there's another saying—a bad day of fishing is better than a good day at work. And there's another—there's only two kinds of fishing—good fishing and great fishing. Great fishing is when you actually catch something. I usually do catch something, but there's never a guarantee. So, want to give it a try? I'm planning on going Saturday morning."

"This is your idea of a romantic date?"

"No...that will come later that night when I take you to an early dinner and then to the ballet." I showed her the hottest tickets in town—Row 8 center for the traveling company of the Bolshoi. "They're doing 'Swan Lake', you know. The music alone is worth the price of admission. So?"

"It's a date. What should I wear?"

"Well, for the fishing I'll wear a T-shirt and shorts and some boat shoes. I suggest the same for you—sneakers for your feet and sunglasses, of course. A sweatshirt is a good idea in case it gets cold or windy. You'll need sunscreen, but I have plenty and I'll be happy to help you with it and—no—I'm not putting my hands where they don't belong. The sun can be really strong on the water because of the reflection. I'll wear a tux to the ballet if you have a formal gown, a dark suit if you're just wearing a dress. You might want to bring all the fancy stuff when I pick you up so we can save time. Again, I will give you all the privacy you need. I have two bedrooms in my apartment. I can dress in the one I use for an office."

"When do we get to the romantic part?"

I took her hand and kissed it. We looked into each other's eyes for almost a minute before I spoke again, "How about right now?" I leaned across the corner of the table and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It was only a second or two, but it spoke volumes—for both of us.

"Nice kiss, but not long enough."

"Anything more will have to wait until after dinner, but I do have to agree...it was very nice. I loved every second just as I have loved every second we've been together and I think you have me at a severe disadvantage—I don't have many secrets from you, do I?"

"That was business."

I laughed, "Some business; don't you usually charge for your services?"

Now she laughed, "Okay--that will be $100." I reached into my pocket and pulled out two fifties, holding them out to her. She laughed again and would have continued had the waiter not delivered two steaming platters of food at that instant. We dug in, enjoying every bite, and as I had predicted we each had a big box of leftovers to enjoy at home. We left around nine, returning to my car.

"Where to now, Cinderella? Want to get some drinks or maybe a club?"

"Your place—I'm ready for some of the romantic part of the date. I'd like a few kisses—the longer ones."
I put my hand on hers as I drove away. I liked the way she did things. I thought we might make a good team. Time would tell—I cringed as I had that thought. It was the same thing I had said to Eileen.

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#148 Posted: 1 Sep 2014 11:00

My Evil (Ex-) Wife
by senorlongo

CHAPTER 5

It was only a short drive of fifteen minutes to my apartment. I'd only been there for a day and it wasn't to my liking. My dad had furnished it to his tastes; it looked like some assisted living place for the elderly. Hopefully, I'd only be there for a few months.

Cathy was watching me as I was thinking. "Yoo hoo," she said laughingly, "you still here?"

"Yeah, just thinking; I've only been in the apartment a day and I really hate it. I can't wait to get back into the house—not enough to go back to Eileen, but once she's out.... Okay, we're here. Hold on so I can get the door for you."

"Michael, I'm an engineer—I think I can handle my own door." She was out before I was even half-way there.

"I was only trying to be a gentleman, you know." I took her hand as we walked to the sidewalk.

"You know," she said, repeating what I had said verbatim, "sometimes a woman doesn't want a gentleman." She stopped short, yanking on my hand and wrist. She pulled me close and reaching up to my lips, she kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was passionate as her tongue drove into my mouth exploring new uncharted territory. She pulled away, but before she did she spoke again, just above a whisper this time, "In case you haven't figured it out for yourself—this is one of those times." She gave me a peck and we continued on our way. I unlocked the door and we walked in.

"God, Michael, who decorated this place? It's like something out of the forties—the 1840's."

"My dad--God bless him; I told him to get a decorator, but...anything to save a few bucks. Wait until you see the bedroom, and the room I'm using for my office—they make this look modern. After I've lived here a while I'm going to bring it up at a partner's meeting. C'mon in...something to drink?"

We agreed on ginger ale which was just as well—I don't like to drink and drive. I put the stereo on and we sat on the old fashioned couch and talked for a few minutes until I stopped. When I did she looked at me; I was already looking—staring would probably be a more appropriate term—and leaned in for a kiss. Her mouth was open, but before we kissed she commented, "About time; do you always move so slowly?"

"I'm just a bit out of practice. There are a lot of things I did in my twenties that I'd never even consider doing now. How about we move forward and stop all this talking?" She lunged to me, pressed her plump sweet lips against mine as she swallowed my tongue like a vacuum cleaner. Believe me—it was worth waiting for. I hadn't kissed like that in a long, long time. It was heavenly as our tongues wrestled to a draw. Cathy sighed as she broke it, "Why don't you show me to that bedroom where we're going to dress on Saturday?" She almost laughed at the expression on my face as she rose and pulled me up with her. "After tonight I don't think we'll have much reason to use separate rooms. C'mon!"

I led her to the bedroom, cringing as she took her first look at the décor. It looked like something out of "Casablanca" or some other late-thirties period movie. I looked at her and we laughed. I pulled her close and we kissed again for more than a minute. She broke away and began to loosen my tie. "It takes me three months to get to this point...probably the reason why I'm still single."

"Then...why?"

"Because I learned more about you this morning than I usually learn about most guys in six months; you gave me your complete trust, didn't you? What kind of person does that?"

"Well...I suppose that a person who is sneaky, dishonest and a liar would think everyone else would be the same. He wouldn't trust anyone." Cathy just nodded as I continued, "So I would guess that the opposite would also be true—one who trusts completely would be completely trustworthy. I know that I always try to be trustworthy. Believe it or not, it's an important trait for a successful attorney."

"I do, and I do think you are trustworthy. Later you were both completely open and totally honest with me. Most guys try to hide things about themselves or lie." She laid my tie over a Victorian chair and began to unbutton my shirt. It followed the tie a minute later. "Your turn," she whispered as she turned around exposing about twenty tiny buttons running down the back of her blouse.

"Dear God, how do women ever get into these things? Just the idea of doing even a single button behind my back makes me nauseous."

"I have to tell you—I cheat. I do most of them before I put it on and then I only have two or three and they're pretty high which is easier." I was barely a third of the way down when she took pity and pulled the blouse over her head, mussing her lustrous short brown hair. A shake of her head returned her hair to its original condition. I placed the blouse over my clothes. Her bra soon followed. I removed her skirt and panties before removing my shoes, socks, slacks, and boxers. She turned around and I stared.

Her body was slender, her frame small like that of an Asian woman. Her breasts were small, perhaps a B-cup, but maybe a trifle smaller. Her legs were incredibly long and slender, but muscular with a delightful space just below her flat abdomen where they joined her hips. I was pleased to note that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a narrow landing strip. I continued to stare until she spoke, "You're disappointed. I can tell. I'm too skinny. My boobs are too small."

"No...not disappointed—enchanted; I think you're beautiful. You look like a runway model."

"All the girls in high school teased me about being so thin. 'Skinny Minnie'...that's what they used to call me."

"I think you'll have the last laugh. Not only do you have an extremely successful career, but as you age and your metabolism slows you'll still have a fantastic figure while they'll be fat with sagging bellies and boobs, and big fat asses. May I add once again that I think you look incredible now?" I moved away to pull the ornate bedspread down so I could fold it neatly on the rack so considerately provided by my father. Cathy was already under the blanket fluffing her pillow when I climbed in beside her.

We kissed again as we held each other closely, savoring the touch of each other's skin. Hers was so incredibly soft and smooth. My hands moved to her firm ass. Hers found my cock, hard and hot and dripping pre-cum. I hadn't yet ventured to touch her pussy, but I could tell she was ready by the juice she left on my thigh as she rubbed herself up and down against me.

She showed her strength when she rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips. "My God, you are slow. I was ready as soon as we stripped. You look pretty good, by the way—much better than my usual fare."

"Thank you. I play basketball twice a week when I can and work out at the gym. Uh...I thought women enjoyed a lot of foreplay."

"We do, but I have this itch. It's really killing me—has been since this morning."

"Well, I think you should scratch it, but don't you think we should use a condom?"

"No...I'll bet a thousand you never cheated on your wife and I've recently been tested--negative. I'm on the pill so that's not a concern." She slid down my shaft without hesitation. "Oh, yes...even better than I dreamed. You feel so good...so good." She rocked forward slowly, her eyes closed and her head back. I could see the ecstasy in her face and feel the desire in her body as she ground her hard clit into my abdomen. I rose to meet her as my fingers found her swollen nipples. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers, enjoying her reactions—watching her go crazy on my cock.

Right now I was wishing I had used a condom—anything to delay the inevitable. I hadn't enjoyed sex so much in more than ten years, since before I had even met Eileen. I drove into her harder and faster. I was desperate to cum and so was Cathy. I looked into her face as I moved my hands to her ass for better leverage. Her eyes were glazed over; she was somewhere else—somewhere deep within herself. She continued our rhythm as I lifted her bodily with each and every thrust. Cathy threw her head back violently as her body shuddered slightly. Suddenly she experienced a massive convulsion as spasm after spasm raced through her body—her orgasm had taken control of her body for almost twenty seconds. I pumped her tight pussy even harder to sustain and hold it as long as possible for her. I finally felt it coming. My cock felt like it had exploded. Every thrust drowned her cunt in baby cream—white slick sperm-laden semen. Finally, she collapsed onto my chest and we rested in post coital dreamland.

"Wow," she whispered as I gently kissed her cheek--her ears--her hair.

"Double wow," I replied.

She moved back a bit so I could look into her face and she could look into mine. She smiled; I smiled back then we both laughed. I pulled her back to me, her head on my chest as I stroked her hair. "I guess I don't have to tell you that I had a wonderful time tonight."

"No...all my dates have orgasms like that—orgasms that go on and on; orgasms that shake them like a rag doll. It's a secret skill we lawyers have." Cathy laughed again and I joined her. She slid off my body, but lay close to me, her arm and leg over me—her head on my shoulder. She was asleep in seconds. I lay there content as I hadn't been in years. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch of her body as I, too, rested.

I woke Cathy two hours later to shower and go home. "I'm too tired, but I have to pee. Do you have a toothbrush? My mouth feels like cotton."

"Your father will kill me."

"No, he won't; I'm a big girl and he knows it, besides—I phoned him while you were dealing with your wife. C'mon, I really gotta go." She slipped from the bed and slinked into the bathroom. It was dark, but I could see the way she moved...incredible. Who would have thought engineers could be so sexy? She was already on the toilet, door open, when I got there so I assumed it was okay if I walked in. I found the supply of toothbrushes and toothpaste we always kept for our client guests. She picked a red one. Once she had brushed I decided to pee, too. I could hear her yell, "Brush your teeth. I want to kiss you goodnight."

I had just finished with my teeth and returned to find Cathy lying in the middle of the bed, her knees up and legs apart. "I thought you were too tired."

"What did I tell you, exactly...exact words?"

"Um...too tired to shower and go home?"

"Right, but where did I say anything about fucking? I'll never be too tired for sex with you. Now, come here and stick it in me. I need to feel you again." I couldn't argue with such logic. Crawling between her legs I first kissed her pussy, tasting her dried juices and what I assumed to be a large quantity of my own dried semen. I worked my way up her body causing her to giggle, especially when I tickled her navel with my tongue. She dug her fingers into my hair as I moved to kiss her again. My tongue found its way between her teeth, tickling the sensitive underside of hers and the roof of her mouth. I felt rather than heard her sigh into my mouth. Her hand brought my hard cock to her clit; she rubbed the tip into herself vigorously. Cathy spread her legs further and raised her hips in response.

She suddenly rubbed me up and down her slit, positioned my cock at her tunnel and pulled me into her warmth—her moistness. We moved together several times, moving slowly at first as she adjusted to my girth. My hands roved between her back and her ass as I pulled myself deeper and deeper into her. We kissed as I pounded her poor defenseless pussy. Our pace increased as we became hotter for each other and our need for orgasm took control of our actions. Cathy lifted her legs, locking them around my waist. She begged me, "Harder, Michael...harder...please fuck me harder!" I drove my cock into her, banging the tip into her cervix repeatedly. I was afraid I'd hurt her, but she never complained.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fuck," she groaned repeatedly. "My feet, Michael...put them over your shoulders. I need you deeper...deeper." I complied by grasping her ankles and moving them to my shoulders. She was bent in two as I rammed my cock into her with incredible force. I felt like a jackhammer as we fucked like maniacs. Cathy was anything but silent as she grew hotter and hotter, "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh," she groaned. I couldn't tell if it was a single sound or a series of short bursts, but it was obvious she was in rapture as my cock repeatedly massaged her G-spot. I knew she was close when groans became wails. I knew she was there when her wails evolved into a long guttural scream. She convulsed under me; her pussy contracted around my cock and that was just enough to bring me off a second time. I released her legs and lay gently on her body. We kissed as I moved to the side. "Don't...not yet, Michael; I want to feel you inside me as long as possible." I stayed where I was as we kissed and hugged. Cathy ran her hands up and down my back, even teasing my ass several times until my cock had shrunken so much that it popped free of her oozing cunt.

"Okay, we've had our fun; let's go to sleep. I have a big day in court tomorrow." I lay on my side facing her and was almost asleep when I heard her ask me, "Michael...did I hear you say you used to work for the district attorney's office?"

"Yeah, Phil Sloan is a life-long friend of my father. I used to call him 'Uncle Phil' when I was a kid. I knew I had a position with Dad's firm whenever I wanted it, but he wanted me to work there. A novice lawyer can learn a lot in the DA's office—things like examining a witness and cross-examining, organizing a case, evaluating evidence, working with the cops—stuff like that although I mostly think he wanted me to learn on the county's dime rather than his."

"Do you really have a good relationship with the police?"

"Oh, yeah; they absolutely love me. Remember a few years ago when they sued the county and won. I was their attorney. The county wanted to unilaterally cut their benefits based on some obscure law from the 1800's. I crucified the County Attorney. Now can we please get some sleep? I have to get up at six." She kissed me—just a little peck and snuggled close, her back against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and drifted off quickly.

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#149 Posted: 1 Sep 2014 11:05

Four Poster Bed
by YngHoneyCandy

It had been a small gathering in Jinx's studio apartment. We had been sitting on Jinx's large four poster bed. When the ohers left, I stayed behind to say my goodbyes to Jinx, because this was the fist time I had met her.

The four poster had been intriguing me. I had been looking at the carving at the foot , and I was intrigued.

"Er---ropes?" I asked..

"How did you know?"

"The marks on the bedposts. Nice four-poster bed, by the way."

"Thanks. You're pretty observant. You into bondage?"

I hedged a bit. "Not exactly into it. I've read some, and I've always thought about trying it."

She looked at me sideways. " You want to try it?"

"With you?"

"Who else? This is my bed isn't it?"

She was wearing a tight sweater and leotards. Starting at the top, she had close cropped chestnut hair, wicked green eyes that promised all sorts of mischief, a pointed tongue that licked luscious lips every time she seemed to be challenging me---or was it inviting? Going lower, that tight sweater was so tight that it showed every detail beneath, bra straps, the edges of her bra, two bulges that were not as large as I would have liked, but a phenomenon I'd never seen before. Nipples so protruberent that they poked the sweater right out in two pointed mounds. They pushed out so far that the eyes were immediately drawn to them, and yet I hadn't dared be caught looking at them. If they were real, any other girl would have worn something that disguised them, I thought, so she must be wanting to draw attention to them.

She sure had my attention. And now she was talking bondage? It wasn't binding up I was interested in so much as unbinding those beauties. But any way at all was alright with me.

But I was describing this babe who seemed as if she might be a fun-type pervert on the quiet. Those leotards were skin-tight. If there was any undressing to be done it looked as if she'd need some help. The legs were just legs, I don't pay much attention to legs, but the thighs were something else, all the way up to where they joined, the material so tight that I could see there were no panties underneath, not even a g-string to break the smoothness.

Enough of description, there's better to come later. And I do mean cum. Jinx, that was her name,. wasn't about to waste any time.

"Got any preferences? You like to be the roper or the ropee?"

That was a difficult one. "What I can see of you from here, I can't wait to tie you up and do unspeakable things to you. But then I've always had a thing about being at the mercy of a beautiful babe with ideas."

"Well, that settles it." She knew what she wanted. "Men seem to be anxious enough to do things to me---and that's alright with me---but they're pretty chicken about being the victim. So you're the ropee for tonight.,"

That "for tonight" sounded as if there could be more nights to come. I was onto something good, it seemed.

"You're the boss," I said.

She had a gleam in her eye. "That's right. I'm the boss. I'll go get the stuff, and you get yourself ready."

"You mean peel?"

"Of course. I want to see what's inside those jeans. I've been wondering all evening."

Not as much as I wanted to see what was inside that sweater. But that would come later. I hoped.

She left the room, and I began to strip. By the time I was down to my briefs she was back, with an armful of what she'd called "the stuff." There were ropes, and straps, and chains, and handcuffs, and some other stuff I didn't have a chance to look at before she was on her knees in front of me

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"Let's see what this bulge is all about," she said. And started to haul down my briefs. My prick was alive with the anticipation of what was in store for it, but there was a degree of apprehension that prevented me getting a real hard.

"Just the way I wanted it," Jinx said. I've got to put this cock ring on you, and it's almost impossible once you get too swollen."

She grabbed my prick, and fitted a plastic gadget over the head. She had to squeeze my knob and twist the ring to get it on, and by that time my prick was getting pretty flabby. Even so, as she forced the ring further on she had to hold my knob and pull till my prick was long and thin, and the ring eventually finished hard against my groin.

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"That'll keep the blood in your cock once you get an erection," she said matter of factly. "I like a big hard cock, and I don't want to lose it too soon. Onto the bed, now. Head this end. I'll bring some pillows."

"Why head this end?" I asked.

"There are two big posts and a knob on the this end, only two posts at the head. Got to have things to tie you to."

I got onto the bed, and Jinx put a couple of pillows under my head.. Before I was ready she was snapping a handcuff onto one wrist. I just had time to be aware that it didn't hurt, it must have been lined with something soft, and she was hauling it back to fasten it to one of the posts.

"Going to crucify me?" I quipped, a little nervously. And by the time my other hand was shackled to the other bedpost I knew I wasn't far wrong. Jinx confirmed it.

"Of course. How else can I keep you still while I torture you?"

She moved down to where my prick was wondering whether to get excited about being looked at or apprehensive about this torture business. She bent over to look closely at it.

"Not much point in tying you up and leaving this weapon at large. Not that it's very large yet. I'd better make sure it doesn't get dangerous."

She went back to her collection of gadgets and brought back something I couldn't see clearly. She gently lifted my scrotum from between my thighs, and enclosed it tightly in some kind of a bag which she fastened above the base of my shaft. Then she fastened a sort of leash to the bag thing, and brought the loose end all the way back over my right shoulder to fasten somewhere behind my head. My prick had been a bit floppy, wondering what was going to happen to it, but as she tightened the rope I watched it pulled upright until it was standing erect, held rigid and unable to droop even if it wanted to. And it didn't want to with this beautiful creature working on my prick and doing intimate things I'd never experienced before. Even torture.

If torture meant having my prick played around with, even tied up like this, I was all for it. As I wondered what other gadgets Jinx might produce, I could feel it hardening and swelling to something I could be more proud of. Jinx sucked one finger and ran it round and round my knob, an unbearable sensation I could hardly stand.

"That's torture," I exclaimed.

"There's worse to come," she threatened. "But if you're going to squirm about like this I think it's time for more shackling." She clipped a shackle over one of my ankles, and I could see that it was attached to a short rope which she looped round one of the posts at the end of the bed. Then the other ankle, and my legs were stretched out diagonally like my arms, my crotch wide open. In the porn pictures it was always the women who were stretched out with their legs wide apart. This was a new experience,.

Jinx came back to my prick. I was apprehensive about more torture to come, and yet any attention to my prick was better than no attention. As she bent over me I could feel her breath on my belly and my prick She paused to run her finger up and down it, scraping one fingernail all the way up the underside to the sensitive vee, and then round and round the knob. She evidently couldn't resist holding the wholes swelling pole in her hand and squeezed, rubbing my knob with her thumb. Whenever I masturbated, I had to keep my legs close together. This was a new sensation, having my legs spread wide apart while my prick was masturbated. Or almost masturbated, because she wasn't really working on it, jerking it. But by that time I could feel the cock-ring gripping painfully as the shaft swelled far larger than the ring. My prick was beginning to throb in that unmistakable pre-orgasm way. My pelvis began to jerk in the effort to close my thighs and relieve the tension

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"Down boy!" Jinx commanded, "I think we need a little more control here." She fetched a leather belt, which she fastened tightly round my waist, and then two chains which she hooked to loops on the belt and fastened somewhere down on the floor. This babe really is organized, I thought. I hope she's not going to bring out the whips next. By this stage I was securely pinioned and completely at the mercy of this bimbo. There was no way I could do more than raise my head, and I certainly couldn't escape if she should turn nasty.

But it was just that very impotence and the uncertainty of what was to come that was making my prick try to swell more and more, more than I'd ever seen it before, the knob so tumescent it was like a red shiny fruit bulging at the top.

I had never seen my prick so long. I had never felt so desperate to cum, and yet so unable to achieve an orgasm. Jinx was watching me, watching to see how enormous my erection would grow, watching me squirm, and gasp. She said nothing. And there was nothing I wanted to say. I couldn't remain flippant any more, I was so completely absorbed in the exquisite agony of an orgasm that she was evidently determined I shouldn't achieve.

"You said you had a thing about this, being at my mercy," Jinx said at last. "Is it as good as you expected?"

"Oh my god," I gasped. "I had no idea it could be like this. I never dreamed of torture like this. You've got to make me cum. Just jerk me a little and I think I'll explode. With your boobs hanging down right in front of my eyes and those nipples trying to force their way out I'd be masturbating like hell if my hands were free, When are you going to peel?"

"Who said anything about me peeling?" Jinx said. "You're the ropee. This is your torture. I get to do things to you. You were talking about doing unspeakable things to me. You said you had a thing about being at the mercy of a beautiful girl. Am I beautiful enough?"

"What d'you thinks making my prick sit up and beg like this?" I asked her. "But it's those beautiful tits that I really want to see. And those nips." My pelvis began to jerk and my thighs tried to open and close as I strained to relieve the tension of the tumescence.

"A little impatient for the torture, are we? I always find being kept almost at the point of orgasm and not being allowed to cum is torture, and that's one of the things you're going to experience. I wonder how long it'll take before you're promising me absolutely anything in the world to make you come?"

Not long, I thought., trying to close my thighs even a little. I'd had ideas about what it would be like to be tied down like this, but I'd never imagined that just the fact of being stretched out balls naked and looked at by a girl could arouse such a huge erection. And maintain it, apparently, because even the threat in Jinx's voice couldn't reduce it.

Jinx gently twanged the leash holding my prick back, and watched it spasm in time

"Well, you've had your wish," she said. "You are completely at my mercy. You can't move. There's no-one you can call to. I can do whatever I like with you and there's absolutely no way you can resist me. I can have a lot of fun with you while you're trussed up for my enjoyment. No, I'm not going to masturbate you and put you out of your agony. I love to look at a man's erection, and play with it, and do things to it, so I don't want to lose it. I'm proud of this erection. I'll bet you've never had one like this before, so long, so thick, so bloated, so shiny---"

"So ready to explode," I gasped. "If it's any satisfaction to you, I want to cum so badly, this is the worst torture I can imagine."

"But you are enjoying it, aren't you?" Jinx looked at my prick lovingly. "You wouldn't have missed this experience, would you?"

"You're right," I said. "I could never have imagined any sensation like this. How about you?"

"I've had a wonderful time so far," Jinx said. "Usually I'm the one on the bed, and I don't know that this is better, but it's certainly as good. But it's only just starting for me. I have the best of the fun to come, and this is where your torture gets more intense." She bent down and put her mouth to mine, exploring with her tongue. One hand slid down my chest and took hold of a nipple, and as our tongues continued to explore each other she squeezed it and massaged it until I could hardly bear the exquisite agony. And yet I couldn't open my mouth to gasp or exclaim because her mouth was clamped tightly to mine.

At length she released me. "Now you know what a girl feels like when you play with her nipples. Only more intensely. You'd like to play with my nipples, wouldn't you? Take them in your mouth and suck them? What's the thought of it doing to your cock right now? Nothing to what the sight of them would do. You've never seen nipples like mine, they're very unusual."

She stood up and cupped her breasts, and squeezed one so that the nipple thrust her sweater out in a cone between her fingers.

I was in agony. I knew I was on the point of cumming, trying desperately to close my thighs, move my pelvis, anything to bring on the orgasm. And yet I knew that once I shot my wad the glorious sensation of the most tremendous tumescence I had ever experienced would be gone. And I didn't want to lose it. Jinx was looking down at my body, watching me squirm. She must have been able to see the throbbing of my prick.

She looked me steadily in the eyes, and began to pull up her sweater. She tried to hold my eyes, but I just had to watch the progress of her sweater, waiting for it to rise above the bulges of her breasts. At that moment there was nothing I wanted more in life than to see those nipples come into view. But of course they didn't. It was a brassiere that was revealed, an attractive enough brassiere but not the nipples I hungered for.

"Are you disappointed, lover? Most men would give anything to see me like this. You're too greedy. Just for that I shall have to make you wait longer for relief.." Jinx leaned over me, and her breasts hung in her brassiere, accentuating the cleavage between. They were so close to my eyes that I could hardly believe she hadn't placed something inside her bra. I could hardly believe that nipples could be so large and so protrusive.

I strained to lift my head to get closer to those beauties, but my shoulders were held securely to the bed.. I wondered why I had gone for this bondage routine instead of simply getting Jinx undressed. And then I realized it was the gimmick of bondage that had got me where I was. And anyway, this agony of waiting was after all a delicious agony.

Jinx stood up, and dropped the sweater onto my face, and I knew what it was like to be blindfolded as well as bound. I shook my head, trying to shake the sweater loose, but it was there to stay. I heard her walk away across the room, and I was left to my tumescence and my thoughts. What was the torture she promised? Was it just this agony of imminent orgasm? Or had she more devillish things in mind.?

I hadn't heard her return, but suddenly the sweater was whisked away . She was standing beside me, starkly naked, her arms spread wide to thrust out her naked tits toward me. "Is this what you were waiting for?" she asked quietly.

I know I gasped, my mouth was wide open. They were very unusual nipples, she had said. They were like nothing I had ever dreamed of.. Her tits were not rounded, they were peak-shaped, their summits capped by large pinky brown cones which protruded nearly an inch from her tits. And atop those swollen aureola were tumescent nipples that jutted aggressively a further half inch, red and firm and ready to be sucked.

And then I came. I could hold it back no more. Those great puffy aureola with their nipples as large as finger tips had taken me over the top. Jinx let out a scream of delight, and my prick exploded in a jet of cum that streamed into the air. And again, and again, I don't know how many times, with no hands to masturbate it and no cunt to hold it, that hugely swollen prick poured out the jism it had been holding back for so long.. And before it was finished, Jinx had her hand round it, squeezing and massaging and jerking it off till every last drop of cum was out and every last spasm of my body had died away.

"That was lovely, my darling," she exclaimed. "And it was my nipples did that to you.! Well you won that round. I wanted to keep you on the brink longer than that. That was a real premature ejaculation.

"Let me suck them," I begged. "Surely you'd like me to suck them?"

"I've been longing for you to suck them, but I wanted to torment you. Do you realize what all this has been doing to me? Having a naked hunk to tie down to the bed, to do whatever I like with. Having a rampant prick to play with, a prick that's bigger than I've ever seen before. Being able to undress in front of him and see how much he wants to suck me. Watching him cum and knowing it's my tits made him cum? Don't you think all this has made me horny too? Look at this." She stood back from the bed and spread her legs wide. "Look what all this has done to my cunt."

The outer lips were wide apart, the inner lips swollen and hanging loose. And the cunt juice was on her thighs. But what I noticed most was the sheer nakedness of her cunt. It had been shaved smooth and shiny, with not a vestige of hair. Did she always keep it that way, I wondered

"I think I'd better clean you up," Jinx said, and for the first time I realized my body was soaked in cum. She brought a sponge and a towel and cleaned me, and all the time those glorious nipples were flopping about not far from my eyes. Usually once I've cum my interest wanes, and after such an explosive cumming I expected to have no more interest in the proceedings. But whether it was those nipples or the bondage situation or the naked girl doing things to me, I could feel a prick that was far from finished for the night. And close as those nipples were, I still couldn't get to them. She had me tied down so completely I couldn't even raise my mouth to get near them

"I think I deserve a bit of fun now," Jinx said when she was finished. "I've been doing all the work so far." She knelt beside the bed and bent over to suck one of my nipples., playing with the other at the same time. I could feel the spasms surging up my prick. It was going to be standing up and begging again before long, flaccid as it was. Jinx let my nipples go, and moved down my body, kissing the insides of my thighs and holding my ball bag in her hand. Then her hands were on my prick, one hand circling it tightly and the other teasing my knob.

"I love to play with a soft prick," she murmured. "I love to work on it and masturbate it and watch it get harder and bigger. It gives me such a sense of power to know I can work it all the way up to an orgasm if I want to." I wish you would, I thought, but I had an idea she was going to torture me again by refusing to let me cum.

"I don't like sucking a soft one." She was almost talking to herself, thoroughly absorbed in giving my prick a better hand job than I'd ever given it myself. "But I think it's ready for sucking now. It's getting hard, and your knob's becoming a real mouthful. She put her lips round my knob , running her tongue round and round it. As she took it further in she was sucking hard, rubbing the underside with her tongue. And then suddenly she stopped. "This was for me, and I get the feeling you're beginning to enjoy it too much.."

She climbed up onto the bed and stood with one foot on either side of my torso. "Look at me," she commanded. As if I would want to look anywhere else. "This is what a girl's body is for, to be looked at. I love to have a man look at me, at my tits, at my cunt. I love to open myself wide and let him explore me. That's what you're going to do. You're going to explore me. By the time I'm finished with you you're going to know my cunt better than you know your own prick."

She tuned her back to me and knelt down , the heart-shaped globes of her buns above my face. They were full cheeks, with a deep cleft between them, and as she deliberately tensed and untensed them I could watch the little crater of her anus winking at me. But there was better, much better, lower down, the wide, wet open lips of her vulva. Jinx had left off masturbating me well before I was coming near to cumming, but the closeness of her body was doing as much to my prick as her hands had done. I could only move my head from side to side, but I didn't want to with that open cunt so close to my eyes. The rest of me was powerless to move. All I could do was tense my groin to ease the rigidity of my swelling erection.

Jinx spread her legs further apart to open herself wider. She'd said she liked to be looked at and explored. She couldn't be looked at much closer than this. But apparently she could be explored more closely, because slowly the open wetness of her vulva sank down toward my face. I could see every detail of the engorged labia that hung below her outer lips, the opening of her cunt and the mysterious folds of tender flesh inside the entrance. And then my mouth was imprisoned by the hot softness of it all.

"This is what I meant by exploring," Jinx's voice came from above me. "You're imprisoned by my cunt. Kiss it, lick it, suck it, drink it. Do whatever I say. This is for me. This is what I've been wanting."

She opened her thighs further and wriggled her ass cheeks, and that delicious cunt slithered around on my face, soaking it with the cunt juice that Jinx was pouring out. I'd heard of female ejaculation, and if Jinx was going to ejaculate there was going to be a lot of wetness around. One of her labia found its way into my open mouth, and I closed my own lips on the soft flesh and sucked it as Jinx had sucked my prick, massaging it with my tongue. Jinx screamed. "Oh my god, don't stop, that is the most wonderful feeling. Suck harder, suck the other one as well, suck them both at once."

Her pelvis was writhing so violently that I had to keep moving my face to keep my mouth attached to hers. The labia slipped out of my mouth, and as Jinx ground her vulva harder down onto my face I found the entrance to her vagina and thrust my tongue up inside. Jinx screamed again. "You're fucking me with your tongue. I can feel it up inside me. Push harder. Stick your tongue up into my cunt as far as it goes. Keep fucking me, don't stop. But she was grinding too hard and too fast, and my tongue slipped out. But not before I had explored her vagina, feeling and tasting the little sensitive buds that lined its inside.

"I was just going to cum," Jinx wailed, "and you've stopped. I'm going to play with my clit, and you keep fucking me with your tongue until I cum into your mouth, or I'm just going to sit on your face all night until you make me cum. And I'm going to watch your cock , and watch it trying to cum."

My tongue found her open fuckhole again, and Jinx pressed harder down in response, forcing my mouth inside that wide open vagina. My tongue must have touched a nerve, because the muscles all round its opening spasmed and contracted, and then loosened again

"This is heaven," Jinx screamed, "Don't stop, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming right into your mouth."

And as she masturbated her clitoris and forced my mouth inside her vagina she came into my mouth. And I drank the nectar that poured from her.

Looking back, I'm surprised that I didn't cum myself, I had been so near to it. But I think I had been so involved with what Jinx had called exploring that I forgot about myself. But Jinx hadn't. As she turned round to kneel facing me she was gasping, "That was a most glorious cumming. I came three times, did you know that? You have been a wonderful prisoner. Now you shall have your reward.

She leaned forward to lower the tits I'd forgotten about toward my face. I wouldn't have thought those puffy nipples could ever have grown any more, but her orgasm had made them swell just as any ordinary nipples might

She dangled one breast above my eyes, a tit that seemed to have poured its substance into the swollen fleshy cone with its mouth watering nipple. I lifted my head and opened my mouth as Jinx thrust her breast down to my face. First the nipple, then its great aureole filled my mouth, and at last I was able to suck on that wonderful tit. Jinx had said her nipples were unusual. They must have been, because I've never seen anything like them since. But as I sucked and tongued and nibbled, they had the same effect as any ordinary nipples. Jinx screamed, and thrust her tit harder into my mouth. I wanted to scream myself, but my mouth was full of the tumescent flesh I had lusted for since the moment I had first seen her.

Jinx squatted lower onto my pelvis, and I felt her hand guiding my prick. And then the hot wet mouth of her cunt took it in, and as she sank down to impale herself on my pole and her soft ass pressed onto my thighs, my prick exploded once again. But this time it was where no hand needed to jerk it, because Jinx's muscular cunt was squeezing and sucking great gouts of sperm deep into her belly.

And as I came, I sucked on that great nipple as hard as Jinx's cunt was sucking on my prick.

Next morning Jinx looked at me quizzically. "How long do you need to recover from last night? I mean, to recharge your batteries."

"You mean you want to do it again?"

"Not quite. It's your turn to do the roping. It's my turn to be your prisoner."

Even the thought of it had my batteries recharging. Her thighs spread wide apart, knees in the air, cunt open wide, ropes round her tits, even round her nipples perhaps. Would the one day be enough to dream up the things I was going to do to her?

"How about tonight?"

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#150 Posted: 11 Feb 2015 22:44

My New Life Ch. 01-1

As I looked down at the frosted mug of beer in front of me I shook my head slowly. It has been six months since this all started and I just needed to have some time to reflect on all that has happened.

It all started on a Tuesday last April when John Meyer came into my office and asked me if I wanted to stop and have a beer with him after work. I said that I would and arranged to meet him at the bar across the street at five o'clock. I like John and enjoy having a drink with him from time to time but I usually get a little tired of listening to his stories about his sex life, but that night his sex life is exactly what I wanted to talk to him about.

John doesn't really tell stories. He just lets you know how often he has sex. By my calculations he and his wife still have sex at least five times a week after four years of marriage. I had difficulty believing him given that my wife Jan and I were down to twice a week at the end of our second year of marriage and now, after seven years of marriage seldom have sex more than once a week. The reason I wanted to talk to John about his sex life is that I recently read a survey in a magazine that indicated that many couples engage in sex two or more times a week even after ten years of marriage. This made me think that John may be telling the truth and that possibly Jan and I have a problem.

John was already sitting in the bar when I arrived. We talked about work for a while then went on to sports. Finally he mentioned the great time he and his wife Terry had in bed the night before. I took this opportunity to jump in with both feet. "John, how often do you and Terry have sex?"

John said, "Oh hell, we must get it on at least five or six times a week. I realize that's more often than most couples but we both enjoy sex very much and when you find an interest you have in common with your wife you should do it together as often as you can."

We both laughed at that, then I asked, "Do you think having sex only once a week would be unusual?"

"Of course it is. When I'm dead I expect to still have sex at least twice a week."

"Come on. I'm serious."

John looked at me and asked, "Is it that bad. Once a week? Do you think Jan is getting satisfaction elsewhere?"

"No! Jan's not cheating. It's just that sex has never been that important to her. Our sex has always been the same, starting with kissing then a little touchy feely then missionary position. I would love to do other things with her but Jan was brought up in a very strict catholic family and was taught that good girls don't do things like that."

"Jesus George! Have you ever talked to Jan about this?"

"No."

"Damn man, you have to do something or one of you will end up having an affair and there goes the perfect marriage."

"I guess your right but I don't know how to bring the subject up. If I bring it up and she refuses to discuss the subject I don't know how I would handle that."

"Okay George, here's an idea. Take home an X-rated video then before you turn the video on loosen Jan up with some wine and smoke some grass. That way you will both be very relaxed and you can talk about what you're seeing on the screen and suggest that you might like trying some of those things in bed. If she is slightly stoned she'll be more amenable to the idea and if she isn't she probably won't get to upset and you can try her again another time."

"I don't know. I'm not sure if that would work with her."

"You won't know if you don't try."

"Where would I get grass? I haven't smoked since college."

"George ole buddy, I will give you the grass to help you save your sex life. Any sacrifice for the cause."

I told John I would have to think about it some more, and then I changed the subject back to sports.

As I drove home I was thinking about Jan. We met during our junior year of college and fell in love immediately. Jan is a tall brunette, about five feet nine inches, with a slim waist and what I consider to be extremely beautiful breasts. Her dark brown eyes are very expressive. I can tell a lot about the way Jan is feeling or what she is thinking just by looking into her eyes. Aside from our slow moving sex life I think I love Jan as much now as I ever have. I certainly didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize our marriage or by the same token not do anything and have that cause problems for us. That evening I though a lot about what John had suggested.

When I got home Jan had dinner on the table and right after dinner Jan went next door to Sue Johnson's house. Sue and Dave Johnson have been living next to us for the last four years and have become our closest friends. Jan and Sue were working on a committee for a community wide yard sale and they were making signs to post around town. This gave me time to think more about my conversation with John. The idea appealed to me but I wasn't sure I could pull it off so I decided to wait till I felt the time was right and then I would act on John's idea. In the back of my mind I knew that I might very well wait too long.

The next day at work John stuck his head in my office and asked, "Did you think about my suggestion?"

I said, "Yes, but I haven't decided what I am going to do yet. I know this seems like an easy decision for you but I am having a great deal of difficulty trying to decide on the right course of action."

John smiled and said, "There is no pressure here. If you decided to try it let me know and I will get you some grass."

That evening after dinner Jan and I sat down to watch a movie on one of the movie channels. Jan was wearing a pair of shorts with wide legs that slid up her thigh when she put her foot up on the sofa and hugged her knee, which she often did. I was sitting across the room from her on my lounge chair and from where I was sitting I could look up the leg opening of her shorts and see the gusset of her panties. Jan often sat that way on the sofa and I often got this same view and it always aroused me a little but never as much as it was that night. As we watched the movie there was a scene where the two main characters were making love. In this scene the woman slid down the man's chest and began to give him a blowjob. This was an R rated movie so they didn't really show what was happening but you knew what was supposed to be happening in that scene. In the middle of the scene I looked over at Jan. Her eyes were glued to the TV so I looked down at here exposed panties again.

By the time the movie was over and we headed up to bed I was so horny I had to try and have sex with Jan just to keep my balls from exploding. To my surprise I had no problem getting Jan in the mood. A little kissing on the mouth and some sucking on her breasts and Jan was ready. I wanted so much to try to get her to give me a blowjob but I was afraid it would turn Jan off and ruin the mood. That night I had one of the best climaxes I've had in a long time. As I lay in bed afterward I decided that I was going to follow John's suggestion Friday night.

The next morning I passed John in the hall on my way to a meeting. As we passed I said, "I am going to try it tomorrow night, can you help me out?"

John smiled and said, "No problem.

For the rest of the day I had difficulty concentrating on my work. One minute I was sure my plans for Friday night were the right thing to do, and then later I would think the whole idea was stupid and I should forget about it.

That evening I didn't know how to behave around Jan. I guess I became a little paranoid. I kept thinking she knows I am up to something and any minute now she is going to ask me straight out, "What are you up to?" That night as I lay in bed unable to sleep I decided to let John's actions decide what I was going to do. If John remembers to bring me the grass without me saying anything to him, then I will go through with the plan. If John doesn't bring the grass I won't say a word and that will be the end of, it at least for a while.

Friday morning I passed John in the office hallways three or four times and we never spoke a word. By lunchtime I guessed that he forgot to bring the grass. I felt relieved. That took a lot of pressure off me but I was also disappointed because I knew that the things I was fantasizing about this weekend would not happen now.

I didn't see John again until about three o'clock that afternoon. I was on the phone in my office when he walked in and put an envelope in my brief case, smiled and said, "Good Luck" then he turned and left.

I quickly closed my briefcase and continued my phone conversation. By the time five o'clock rolled around I was quite excited and very nervous. Now I had to go to the video store and rent an X-rated video. Now I am not naive. I have seen X-rated movies and videos before but I had never rented one myself and had never watched one with my wife. When I walked into the back room of the video store where they keep the porno movies the sheer volume of movies overwhelmed me. I had no idea of how to go about deciding on what movie to get so I chose one based on the pictures on the covers. I spotted a video box with a picture of a young couple holding hands in a park then on the back were shots of them having sex in several different positions including oral sex. I decide that looked like what I wanted. After I checked the movie out of the rental center I went to the liquor store and got two bottles of Jan's favorite wine.

When I got home I parked the car in the garage and entered the kitchen. I didn't see Jan as I walked in so I turned toward the family room to hide the video in the drawer of the entertainment center. Before I could take another step Jan appeared behind me and said "Oh good, you rented a movie for tonight. What did you get?" She grabbed the bag from the video store out of my hand before I could respond. I was frozen. I tried to tell her not to look at the video but I couldn't get the words out in time. Jan pulled the cassette out of the bag and looked at the pictures on the box then she looked at me with an amused expression on her face. I didn't know what to expect. She stared at me from what seemed to be a full minute then she started laughing.

She said, "What's this? You brought home a porno movie? What are you planning to do with this?"

There was no anger in her words, only amusement.

I was totally committed now. "I thought we might try something a little different to jazz up our sex life."

Jan laughed and said, "I didn't think we needed any jazz in our sex life. Well, we are not watching that tonight."

I thought, 'Oh shit' things seemed to be okay until that final pronouncement. I had to follow up on that. "Why can't we watch this tonight?"

Jan laughed again and said, "Because I don't think it would be appropriate to show that movie to our dinner guest."

"Dinner guest? What dinner guest?"

"I should have known you weren't listening to me the other night when I came home from Sue's house. Remember me telling you that Dave had to go to Chicago Thursday and wouldn't be home till Tuesday?"

"I remember you telling me about John going out of town but I didn't remember that it was this weekend or that you invited Sue over for dinner."

"Well, if you had listened you would have had all of this information."

I was thinking how badly I screwed this up. At some point this weekend I was going to have to explain to Jan, why I brought home a porno movie.

Then Jan handed the movie to me and said, "You will just have to wait till tomorrow night to show me your movie." When she said that she had a funny look on her face that told me she might actually want to see this movie.

I said, "Okay. It's a date. We'll watch the movie tomorrow night."

"Now put the movie away and change your clothes. Sue will be over at six o'clock so you don't have much time."

As I was upstairs changing I heard the doorbell, then I heard Sue's voice as she came into the house. I finished changing and went down stairs to find Jan and Sue sitting at the island counter in the kitchen drinking wine and talking about the community yard sale coming up the following weekend. On most occasions I would be glad to have Sue visiting us. After all she is very attractive. She is a bit shorter than Jan and has beautiful red hair and pretty green eyes. Sue is very friendly and she and I became friends almost from the first time we met right after she and Dave moved in next door to us. That night her presence made me a little grumpy and I didn't want anyone to see me that way so I quickly got myself a beer and began the loosening up exercise that begins with elbow bends. After my second beer I was feeling better and was ready for dinner.

During dinner we talked about some changes Dave was planning to make at their house and Sue said she was supposed to ask me if I would help him. I said of course I would. Dave and I always helped each other on our home projects. When dinner was over we continued to sit at the table and finished the bottle of wine Jan had opened when Sue first arrived. I opened another bottle then went off to the bathroom.

On the way back I saw my briefcase sitting in my study and remembered the grass. I opened the case and took out the envelope John had given me and opened it. Inside were six neatly rolled joints. How high did John think I was going to need to get? I put two of the joints into my shirt pocket and put the rest back into the briefcase. I went into the dining room and suggested that we take our wine into the family and get more comfortable. When we were all seated, Jan and I on the sofa and Sue in an easy chair I pulled out one of the joints and asked "Anyone want a smoke?"

Sue asked, "Is that really a joint?"

I said, "Sure looks like one to me."

Sue said, "I haven't smoked since my college days." Sue looked at Jan and asked, "Should we?"

Jan was quiet for a minute then said, "Yea, what the hell. Light it up."

After two joints and a bottle and a half of wine we were all feeling pretty good. I asked the girls if they wanted to see if there were any good movies on cable. As I reached for the remote to turn the TV on Jan said, "Why don't you ask Sue if she wants to watch the movie you rented?" Then she started to laugh hysterically.

Sue asked, "What movie did you rent?"

Jan said, "He brought home an X-rated movie. Said he wanted to jazz up our sex life." Then she started laughing again and then Sue started laughing.

My first reaction was to feel hurt. I felt that Jan was making fun of me but then I realized that it was the grass that made her think it was funny and looking at the two of them laughing so hard I began to laugh. I got my composure back long enough to ask "Okay, who wants to watch the fuck movie?"

We all started laughing again then Sue said, "I do."

Then Jan said, "I do too."

"Yea, we both want to watch the fuck film," Sue said trying to act like she was being serious but she fell into laughter when she saw how hard Jan was laughing.

I got the movie out of the drawer and put it into the VCR and hit play. The beginning of the tape was full of adds for telephone sex lines and porno sites on the Internet so I fast forwarded through all of that to the beginning of the movie. As was the case with any porno movies I had ever seen, there wasn't much of a story line. It started with the main characters coming home from a party. As they come into their bedroom they are talking about a party they had just left then they started kissing and removing clothes. Then the film cuts to the couple in bed completely naked and the girl is giving the guy one hell of a blowjob. When Jan and Sue saw that they started laughing.

The story seemed to be about the couple having affairs with everyone in the porn industry. Jan and Sue seemed to be watching the movie intently although they would often make funny remarks about what they were seeing on the screen. Toward the end of the movie the male lead apparently had gotten feed up with his wife's behavior so he decided to bring one of his girlfriends home and let his wife catch him making love to her. Anyway, the wife comes in while her husband is getting a blowjob on the couch. She losses her temper and starts calling him names then slaps his face. He jumps up as she turns to leave and grabs her by the hair and pulls her back. Then he forces her down on her knees and sticks his cock into her mouth. Naturally, she gets into this and is giving him a great blowjob when the other girl pulls the guys cock from his wife's mouth and puts it in her own. The wife begins to put up a fight about this but the husband tells her she will have to share, which she does until he shoots a load of semen into the faces of both women. Well, the sex continues and soon the women are making love to each other. It was surprising to me that neither Jan nor Sue said a word during any of this scene. I expected the lesbian scene would have turned them off but they didn't say a word about it.

The scene ended with the three of them in bed together and as the credits begin to roll over that scene. Pointing at the women on the screen, Sue asked, "Do men really like breasts like those?" The two women had very large breasts obviously made that way with implants.

I said, "I don't know about other men but I don't think those breasts are sexy at all. First, they are too big, second they look more like cantaloupes than breasts and last they look too hard. They don't look like they would even feel real. You know what I mean?"

Sue indicated that she did know what I meant then I said, "Besides, I think the two of you have great breasts. To me Jan's breasts are beautiful." It had to be the wine and grass talking because I would never have said that otherwise.

Jan look at me and said, "Really? You never told me you felt that way about my breasts before."

I took that to mean that she liked my compliment so I took it a little farther. I asked Sue "Have you ever seen Jan's breasts?"

Sue laughed and said, "No."

"Would you like to? Jan take you blouse off and show Sue those beautiful breasts."

Half laughing Jan said, "I will not take my blouse off."

I stood up and took Jan by the hand and pulled her up to her feet and whispered in her ear. "Now Sue and I want to see you breasts and if you don't show them to us I will have to do to you what that guy did to his wife in the movie. Understand?"

Funny thing is I didn't say it in a mean or threatening way and Jan didn't seem upset at all. She just said, "All right, if that's what you want." She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Then she unsnapped her bra and removed it also. I noticed Sue looking at me then she turned and looked at Jan's breasts.

I stepped behind Jan and reached around her and cupped both of her breasts in my hands and gently squeezed them and asked, "Don't you think these are beautiful."

Sue seemed to be mesmerized by the scene in front of her but she did manage an answer "George is right Jan, you do have very lovely breasts."

I said, "I am sorry but I can control myself no longer." Then I turned Jan toward me and began sucking on her nipples. The look on Jan's face told me she liked what I was doing and Sue seemed to enjoy watching what I was doing to Jan. I was now very aroused and all things seemed possible. I decided that Sue shouldn't be left out so I asked Jan, "Have you ever seen Sue's breasts?" To which she answered, "No."

Then I said, "I'll bet she has beautiful breast too. I walked over to Sue and asked her to stand. She looked a little unsure about what to do but she stood up. Then I told her to turn sideways so we could see her profile. I said "Oh yes, I can tell by the way you fill out your clothes that your breasts must have a very nice shape to them. Jan, would you like to see Sue's breasts, I sure would."

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