It would only get worse.

        I showered, shampooing my hair, washing my feet and armpits, carefully cleaning my arse and pussy, checking for any unwanted hair. The Master liked my bald pussy, the smoothness of my skin, the unobstructed view it gave him. I dried my hair and carefully tied it up, knowing it would become tangled and disheveled by nighttime. Then I inserted my butt plug, and even though there was no one there to see or hear, I practiced staying quiet as I pushed it in, feeling my sphincter muscles grip it.

        Then, my costume. The tight black corset pushed my breasts practically to my chin, but I was getting used to it. The stiff black skirt hid little, especially when I bent over, which was often in my household chores. Lastly, stockings, lacy garters and my shoes with their vicious heels.

        I made my way downstairs to the breakfast room. It was a big house, and old, with numerous rooms for eating and entertaining. The Master and Mistress were not yet up, of course, and I busied myself preparing their breakfast. My first meal would be my Master’s cum, and I hungered for it. The butt plug was slowly becoming a familiar presence, though it was hard to ignore the way it constantly played with my nerve endings. It felt like being constantly played with.

        The Toy, as I called him, watched me in this duty. His hot gaze probed every cell on my body, more intimate than any touch. I ignored him as best I could. We were not permitted to speak to each other, but would have nothing nice to say if we could.

        The Master and Mistress appeared and I poured them coffee. After they had eaten and were talking lightly over the morning papers, the Toy and I got down on our knees and did our most important morning duty. I parted the Master’s dressing gown and took out his soft cock. With the skill I had learnt over the years, and the extra touches the Master had taught me he liked, I licked and sucked him to his full, hard thickness, before engulfing him with my mouth. I felt his hand on my hand, absently stroking as one would an obedient dog, as I sucked and licked. When the Master’s cock stiffened and spurted hot salty cum into my mouth I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock before putting it back inside his dressing gown. He ignored me during all this, his conversation with his wife barely interrupted by his orgasm, or hers. I relished this feeling of being used and beneath his notice.

        I cleaned the house room by room, not in one day but over the course of the week, and prepared the meals. The Toy worked in the grounds, washed windows, chopped wood, ran baths, dressed his Mistress and did other mundane tasks. He usually wore only black leather pants and his slave collar, but when the Master and Mistress entertained he wore only a butt plug and a hard-on. He would walk amongst the guests, regulars all, and let them play with his stiff cock, his taut arse, teasing and taunting him, twisting the butt plug and flicking his balls. I loved watching this torment, it was the only time I had such satisfaction. He made sure I had none when he raped me for the Master and Mistress’ pleasure.

        But at such parties I too was part of the entertainment. I kept my costume on, and would have a string of beads in my vagina. The guests could play with me too, pinching my nipples, tugging on the string dangling from my pussy, lightly touching my clit, trying to make me orgasm because then they could watch my punishment. Before such parties, the Master would instruct me to let so-and-so make me cum, because he wanted to punish me for their enjoyment. I would let my tray fall for extra effect, the loud crash announcing victory for the guest who succeeded.

        The Master would storm through the crowd, the anger on his face making me tremble with fear and thrilling anticipation. Grabbing me by the hair, he would march me over to the fireplace and tie my hands to the mounted candlesticks at either end, and order me to spread my legs. He would pick up the whip off the mantlepiece and, with a snap, strike me again and again until my arse burned red with welts. Some of the blows would snake between my legs and sting my pussy. Through all this I shook and wept and pressed my mouth into my arm to keep my cries muffled.

        The best such evenings were ones when the Toy would orgasm before me. Once, his cum spurted high in the air and hit a woman in the face. She claimed the right to punish him. His hands were bound together and drawn up towards the ceiling, where a rope tied them in place to a hook placed there for that purpose. In this way the guests could surround him and watch his cock grow as his arse was whipped.

        There were several such parties in my first week, mostly because the Master wanted to show me off. At the end of that first week, though, he had a house guest.

        A man about the same age as the Master, with dark blond hair and a quick laugh. The Master called him Sam, but I was to call him Sir.

        I had to dust the study the day Sir arrived, and had put it off till the afternoon because the Master had waylaid me before lunch, catching sight of my rosy arse cheeks, striped with whip marks, and the tassel dangling from my butt plug, as I went up the stairs. He caught me by the hips, put a hand to my neck and pushed my face into the stair carpet, and unplugged my arse. A second later I heard him unzip and then he was forcing his cock into me. I felt like I was being split apart, despite the plug that I’d worn all week, but the excitement of being pushed to the ground and assaulted made me wet and relaxed after the first moment of excruciating pain. The Master thrust and grunted and came. He withdrew with a pop and shoved the plug back in like he would a cork into a wine bottle, and left me. I got up, shaking, my heart still racing, and resisted the temptation to finger my sopping pussy.

        Now, though, I had to clean the Master’s study, and it could not be put off just because he was in there with a friend.

        I knocked and opened the door. They ignored me, sitting across from each other in big armchairs, sipping whiskey, swapping tall tales. I went about my chore, dusting with a big feather duster.

        “Good God, what a tasty arse!” I heard Sir say. My face burned with the humiliation but I gave no indication that I’d heard.

        The Master chuckled. “One of the best,” he said, and I would have gladly done anything for him then and there upon hearing it.

        There was a rustle of movement behind me and then I felt fingers touching still-tender lash marks. I stilled, and carefully went back to dusting. The fingers moved down to the tassel hanging from my butt plug, and knocked it. I closed my eyes against the torment of pleasure it caused and struggled to keep my breathing even.

        As I dusted I moved away from Sir and glanced at the Master. He watched his friend play with me with a pleased smile, as if I were a gift. The hope that the Master would jealously keep me to himself was short-lived.

        Sir followed me, running his hands over my backside and slipping his fingers between my legs. He played with my pussy lips and let his finger slip into my juices. He laughed.

        “She’s so wet! No wonder you’ve been keeping her all to yourself.”

        “It’s not easy to share a new plaything when first you get it,” the Master replied. “But it’s been a week. I suppose I could be encouraged to share her just this once.”

        I wanted to fall on my knees and beg him not to say so. I had signed a contract binding me to the Master and Mistress, but nowhere did it say they could not let their friends have their fun with me too. There was nothing I could do. Like the Toy, Sir could have me any way he pleased.

        “But I insist on watching,” the Master added.

        Sir laughed again. “I know what you like, you old dog. You’re welcome to watch.”

        The Master got up. “After dinner, then.”

        Sir reluctantly let me go. “Agreed.”

        They walked out then, neither having spoken to me nor so much as looked at my face, where I’m sure the Master would have been displeased to see the tears glittering in the corner of my eyes, the flush on my cheeks.

        At five o’clock I cooked dinner for three and served them in the dining room. Sir groped me at every opportunity. The Toy, standing against the wall near his Mistress, watched with a gleam in his eye, always happy to see me tormented.

        When their plates were cleared and while they chatted on, the Toy and I ate in the kitchen, both of us with an ear cocked toward the door, in case we were summoned.

        The Master called for me. The Toy smirked. I slapped him; he reacted quickly, grabbing my wrist and plunging his thick, well-practiced forefinger up my pussy. I whimpered, staring into his cruel black eyes, his dark handsome face gloating at my predicament. He could make me cum, and then I would be punished. Hell, I’d probably be punished for my tardiness anyway, what would one orgasm matter? But the Master would be disappointed. It had only been a week. If he was displeased he could change his mind, terminate the contract, turn me out. I wanted to serve him and obey him, and in this he had been explicit: no orgasm without permission.

        I kneed the Toy in the balls and without staying to watch him double over in pain, I rushed out to attend to the Master. I would pay for that another day.

        The Master frowned at me as I went to my knees by his chair. “You are not very prompt this evening.”

        “Forgive me, Master.”

        “Doesn’t give excuses,” Sir commented. “I like that.”

        The Master smiled grimly; he had trained me not to. He grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, studying my face as if he could read the history, the time and place, of every orgasm I’d ever had. And, I thought, he probably could. But I had not cum, and he had to be satisfied with that. “Come.”

        I followed the Master and Sir up the stairs to the guest bedroom, somewhat glad not to be led into the basement, where the whips and chains were. I did not want that from this man who was not my Master.

        The Master sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, in the shadows where I could barely see him, and watched. With him taking note of everything, I could not displease Sir. I could not disappoint or embarrass the Master like that. If I could perform well with the Toy, I could do better with Sir.

        Sir was less friendly now that he had me in the bedchamber. He pulled my skirt down in a single swift movement, wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me with such force my lips were bruised. His tongue pushed through my lips and scoured the inside of my mouth. His other hand gripped my arse in a crushing grip, and squeezed. I squeaked, and Sir laughed. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and massaged them, pulling me against him and grinding his erection into me. Then he pushed me to my knees and drew his cock from his pants. Its big purple head pushed at my lips and I dutifully opened my mouth, mindful of the Master’s eyes on me. I sucked on his hard shaft, running my tongue along the vein and fondling his balls. He started panting and I thought he would cum when he suddenly thrust me away. He hauled me up and, sitting in a chair, draped me over his lap. With a loud smack his hand landed on my arse, first one cheek, then the other. I squirmed, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want anyone to punish me but the Master, but that wasn’t in our contract either. Sir pulled out the plug, rimming me with his tongue and probing me with his finger. He smacked me when I struggled. The feel of his tongue sent a confusing mix of pleasure and revulsion through me, like what I felt when the Toy had me for the Master and Mistress’ entertainment. Finally he picked me up, threw me onto the bed and plunged his cock into my pussy. I tried to get away; he growled and brought my hands together, holding them above my head. His thrusts were swift, hard and powerful. My pussy had been aching for cock all week, but I had never thought it would be anyone but the Master who filled it. Worse, my body was betraying me. My hole was wet and slick, my clit buzzing, my whole body buzzing as I cried out with each hard thrust.

        Sir pulled out and pushed the head of his dick against my back hole. It eased in, well lubricated with my own juices, and pinned me to the bed. Sir put his lips to my nipples and licked and bit them. I gasped and cried out, called out “Please Sir! No Sir!” to his immense satisfaction. He lifted my hips and buried his cock to the hilt, as deep as it could go. His cock pummeled my arse mercilessly, his balls slapping against my arse cheeks. Sir’s finger found my clit and rubbed it; he said hoarsely, “Come for me, little slave.” I could no longer hold back. With a cry I came, the orgasm washing over me, making me momentarily blind but still conscious enough to feel Sir stiffen and come inside me.

        Sir helped me up, looking me in the eyes with a satisfied smile, and led me over to the Master. I knelt at his feet, waited with caught breath for his approval.

        The Master stood up, his erection straining the front of his pants, and bid me bend over the armchair. Holding me firmly by the hips, he took me up my well-lubed arse, fucking me for his own release and to claim me back. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and ordered me to turn around offer my mouth. I hungrily took his big slick cock in my mouth and sucked him till he shot his load down my throat. He still had hold of my head, so I kept him in my mouth while he grew soft once more, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, pleased with his sex slave, and withdrew. I hid my disappointment, my longing. I missed his cock in my mouth already, but as I watched him put it away, I knew I would have it in my mouth again come morning.

 

 

How can I tell you about her?  She has a wonderful personality and smile.  Two things I adore more then most.  Her body may not make it in the magazines, but then I don’t read them for the pictures anyway.  Her skin is soft and silky like how your hands feel in a bubble bath.  Kissing her lips and feeling the heat of her tongue on mine sends shivers down my back even now.  And her mind may be a little in the dark at times but she makes up for it with interest and wonder.  She is the best I have.

 

We, in my eyes, had a fantastic sex life.  We can share our fantasies and desires with each other freely and talk about most anything we want.  She is just as horny as I am sometimes and it drives me wild when she lets her lust take charge.  Sometimes it gets so bad; I have to play with myself before I can sleep at night.  Just thinking about how sexy she can be makes my member swell with desire.  Her light touch caressing my body gives me goose bumps and the way she kisses over my lips and nibbles at my ears drives me wild.  Just holding her close and engaging in a long passionate kiss will make my loins yearn for her body to surround me.  Let me tell you how great it is.  She has the softest kisses and the most loving licks you could imagine.  Watching her run her tongue over my hard shaft makes every hair on my body gasp.  It’s the most erotic thing I could imagine.

 

We had always talked about taking a trip to a cabin together just the two of us together and have some nice relaxation time by ourselves.  She told me that a mountain get away would be perfect.   The cabin I picked out was pretty simple.  It had a fire place and a few tables and chairs.  A sofa and a bed in the corner.  It looked more like a one room house from the prairie then a cabin.  But it was cold and crisp like a cabin should be.  We put our things away and started a fire.  The warm flames made out stiff bodies a bit more limber as the heat let us strip out of our heavy winter clothes.  I made us some hot chocolate and we sat down together in front of the warm fire.  It had been a long drive and we were both a little tired.  We decided to get into our pjs and call it a night.

 

As I unpacked my flannels my focus was attracted to the fire place.  It was her and she was over next to the fire taking her clothes off right in front of the fire.  I could not help but watch as she slowly lifted her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her.  Her large luscious breasts shined in the fired light and made me forget about my bags.  She then turned away from me and slowly undid her pants.  She bent over slowly as I watcher her push the jeans down over her smooth ass and down to her ankles, where she stepped out.  As she stood up she looked over her shoulder at me and nodded for me to come closer.  I dropped what was in my hands and slowly walked over to her.  She was still looking over her shoulder at me as reached around her and let my hands meet on her belly the same time as my lips connected with hers.  They were moist and warm as we began to kiss deeply.

 

I could feel her eager tongue darting and dancing with mine as I held her in a tight embrace.  She turned in my arms to face me and our kiss grew hotter.  I could feel the warmth of the fire on one side of my face and the cool shadow on the other.  My hands were now running up and down her naked back.  I slowly found her bra clasp and undid it.  Her straps went limp and she let her garment fall over her arms and to the floor between us.  With her arms at my waist I could feel her reaching for my pants button.  Knowing she wanted my pants off gave my already growing hard on a boost and forced my head into the confining fabric.  She got my button and zipper taken care of and was now letting her fingers run around the lose waist band of my jeans.  Feeling her fingers graze my skin sent shivers up my spin and made me pull her into me more.

 

My fingers too, where starting to wonder lower.  I could feel her soft cotton panties cupping her ass.  My hands ran over her back and down her hips and the front of her thighs…she would gasp only slightly in my mouth as my gentle fingers explored her nearly nude body.  With my pants lose she now started to work on my shirt.  With one button at a time she worked them free.  From top to bottom she worked until my shirt became open.  With the last button off she slipped her hands inside my shirt tales and placed them on my bare chest.   Feeling her soft hands on me was very sexy.  Her open palms caressing my skin and rubbing my nipples made me want her in the worst way.  I pulled her close to me and kissed her neck just below her jaw line.  She tilted her head so I could get a better reach and my lips and tongue worked up and down her neck as she fondled my chest. 

 

Both she and I were breathing a bit faster now.  Her hands then rose up and helped my shirt over my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor behind me.  With both of us topless I puller her close once more so she could feel my hot chest on her bare breasts.  I could feel them press into me as I held her tight in my arms.  She looked up at me with big blue eyes and told me she wanted me.  Right here.  Right now.  She had never talked like that before and I was instantly turned on and could not help but rush into a hot passionate kiss with her.  As I kisser her, our hands went wild.  Hers started to pull at my jeans in a downward motion and mine caressing her back and ass.  I kissed down her neck and over to her ear.  With her lobe in my lips I sucked and licked a little.  She breathed hotly on my neck and held me tight.  As I let go of her soft lobe I whispered in her ear…

”I want to eat your beautiful pussy till you cum in my mouth.”  

 

I could tell she liked what I had said for she then took a deep slow breath.  I kissed her lips once more and then started to kiss slowly down her body.  Down over her neck and shoulders.  Slowly dropping, not missing any hot spots.  Slowly down.  Kissing right down the center of her chest so not to excite her breasts.  Down over her belly and navel.  My hands slowly helping her underwear down as I went.  Her hands just brushing my hair and holding my head as I kissed lower and lower.  Her mound was exposed as her panties warmed the tops of her feet for a moment before she stepped out of them.  She had just shaved that morning as was totally bald and smooth.  Feeling her silky smooth skin on my lips and face as I kissed down her body sent rushes of blood to other parts of my body.  Just as I reached the very top of her slit I moved away and kissed over to her thigh.  Licking and suckling her soft inner thigh as she stood there naked in front of the glowing ambers made me see how great we were together. 

 

Her legs seemed to be getting weak as they started to shake a bit.  I looked up at her and then over to the sofa just behind us.  She looked over and then back at me.  With small slow steps she went and sat down on the very edge of the sofa.  I looked at her and stood up with her light skin shinning in the fire light.  As I stepping into the light infront of her she could feel the coolness of the shadow I was casting on her cover her hot body.  But it didn’t matter for I was giving her a little tease myself.  All she could see was a dark salute of my body as I slowly pushed my jeans over my hips and legs.  I stood facing the fire and let her watch as I took both my pants and boxers off at once.  I tossed them aside and turned around for her.  While staying in the shadow of my own body I leaned forward and kissed her again softly on her lips and then once on her chest and then her legs.  I sat down in front of her on the floor and looked up into her watchful eyes.  She had a wide smile and look of contentment on her face.  I then kissed her inner thighs from her knees all the way up to the top of her legs.  When I drew close enough my cheeks rubbed her lips a little.  With my hands I lightly run my fingers up the back of her legs softly pushing them apart.  With her butt right at the edge of the sofa she was slouching pretty badly and when I looked up I could see her beautiful face right between her breasts looking down at me in wonder. 

 

As she let her legs open for me I went back to kissing her inner thighs.  My lips and hot breath just grazed her lips as I went from one side to the other.  My hands were holding her legs open as she wanted to squeeze them from time to time.  Just as she was enjoying her thighs being kissed I move to the center and let my tongue run from the very bottom of her moist slit to the very top of her clit.  She moaned as I took one long strong lick and tasted her sweet juices.  Mmm her taste excited me like no other.  I let my tongue lick her clit and then drop down and dip inside her for a moment.  She was soaking wet and I couldn’t get enough.  My kisses and licks drove her wild as she breathed harder and faster.  My hands reached up and held hers as I caressed and sucked on her excited clit.  I could feel how hot she was on my lips and could taste her sweet dew.  As I pulled away for a moment small strings of juice would stick to her and to me.  It drove me wild to dive back in and suck her sweet honey from her.  Tasting her and swallowing all that she had made my cock grow with the strength of 4 men.  Just watching her body quake as I ate her was all the pleasure I needed at that moment.  Pleasing her was a pleasure for me and I wanted to give her all I could.

 

With her in my mouth and hands in mine, I looked up to watch her face.  Her eyes were closed and her head back.  She would open her mouth for a moment but say nothing.  I could see she was enjoying my flicks and licks.  When I hit a good spot she would tell me  “Right there!”

She would moan, as I licked her hard and fast and then slowed down and speeding up to send waves of pleasure over her excited body.  This was something I had always loved doing for her.  Wanting her to feel the best she could, I licked her faster and sucked on her pleasure button.  She then looked down at me and told me not to stop. 

“Don’t stop.  Don’t stop.  Oh you are wonderful. You know just what to do.”

I had never planed on stopping.  I wanted her to have every ounce of pleasure she could.  My mouth worked on her and my hands held hers for something to squeeze.  I could see she was getting close.  As she started to push into me I focused my efforts on her clit.  I wanted her to fly over the edge and not know what hit her.  Flicking faster and licking harder she pushed and wiggled under my mouth.  I could taste her body wanting to cum.  I looked up and saw the she was in another place.  I licked her till I found that perfect spot that makes her stop moving all together.  I stayed there as she tensed up.  Her back arched as she is about to. 

“I’m going to cum!” she moans. 

Just then her body exploded with a massive climax that forced me away from her hot spot and set her hard into the sofa.  I watch in the fire light as her body quaked and flexed from the blood pumping through her body and the pleasure pumping through her mind.

 

As she settles down I craw up next to her and hold her close.  Kissing her forehead and lips as she catches her breath.  She can’t say anything so I tell her how wonderful it was for me to do that for her.  She looks up and smiles at me and kisses my lips.  After a moment or two she looks up at me and says,

“That was just amazing.”

I tell her that it’s always amazing when it’s for her.  She looks down and sees my half hard cock.  She looks back at me and starts kissing me like mad.  I feel her hands running down my body to find my shaft.  I am surprised she is being as forceful as she is not one to take charge.  I am loving it though.  Her hands soon have me at full mast again and she is stroking me ever so gently.  Her kisses sink up with her hands and she strokes my tongue in tune with stroking my now hard cock.  Feeling her hands on me is crazy.  Only I can know how great it is.  And only she knows just what to. 

 

She then starts to move.  I am sitting on the sofa just as she was a few moments ago.  But now she is the one getting down of the floor.  I can’t see her very well do to the fire light right behind her.  What I can see is that she is slowly licking the sides of my shaft.  Up and down.  Her hands are on my thighs getting me even more excited.  I feel her mouth start to take me inside her with her lips around my head and her tongue exploring my small hole.  She has a way with me that I can’t describe.  I watch her as she takes more of me in her mouth.  I too had shaved that morning and got a little wild and decided to go totally smooth myself.  Everything from the very base of my shaft down was bald. 

 

With my ass on the edge now I wasn’t sure what she would do.  She always seems to do something new every time she went down on me.  This time would be no different.  She was holding me in her mouth now.  All I could do is hold her hand tight as I felt her flicking and licking my flushed tool.  With her free hand she started to stroke my shaft while she sucked on me.  This put my pleasure in a new level as I could feel the softness of her lips and the pressure of her hand on my hard cock.  Just as I thought it couldn’t get any better she started to fondle my balls with her gentle fingers.  Softly rolling them around in her hands.  This was a wonderful treat indeed.  She then let go of my hand and stopped sucking on me for a moment.  She put one finger in her mouth and sucked on it for a second or two.  I was curious as to what she was up too.  She then let my hard shaft back into her mouth.  With in a second of her mouth on me again I felt something new and exciting.  She was licking my head, holding my balls…and now she was rubbing her finger down even lower.  In fact she had her wet finger on my ass teasing it as she pleased me.  It felt amazing.  So much so that it sped everything up a bit and I looked down at her and asked,

“Where would you like me to cum honey?”

To my joy she answered. 

”Cum all over me.”

 

With those words still in the air I was shocked when she lay back on the bear rug and told me in a sexy soft voice,

“Shoot me from where you are; it will look awesome in the fire light.”

 There I was sitting at the very edge of the sofa, this extremely sexy girl laying herself out on the floor in front of me telling me to cum on her naked body.  I didn’t even have time to think when the feeling of a pending orgasm came over me.  She lay on her back with her legs bent so not to be too far away from the sofa.  I sat up and leaned forward.  I held my cock in my hand and my balls in the other.  And just as I felt myself about too I said, “This is all for you.”

And with that I let my self fly over the edge into pure ecstasy.  A huge stream of hot cum shot from the tip of my head down towards her awaiting body.  Everything went in slow motion it seemed like.  I could see my load in the air and just past that I could see her face watching it.  My white pearl load shot out hard and fast.  Landing right on her breasts and neck.  Then another strong pulse as another string of cream shot out to land on her belly and legs.  With one last little pulse I finished my face numbing climax on her knee cap.  It was a cute topper for such an erotic scene.  I looked down at the cum covered girl with aw.  I couldn’t help myself but to say,

“WOW.”

 

She smiled at me and told me to get down there and clean her up.  This was a tasty treat in itself.  I got down from the sofa and first started at her knee cap.  Licking the few drops I had left there clean.  Then down her legs.  A drop or sweet cream here and there.  Licking her clit once more as I passed to give her a little giggle as she was still very sensitive.  Then to her belly.  A fair amount had gotten here and I licked every tasty drop up.  Tasting myself off her naked body was always a huge turn on for me.  Continuing up her body I found the first pulse zone.  Licking her nipples and breasts covered in cream was oh so much fun.  And instead of swallowing my juice I saved it for us to share in a deep long kiss.  Sharing myself is always something I cherish with her. 

 

With the last of it cleaned and shared between us I lay down next to her on the edge of the rug.  The fire light getting low now as it has been a while since we bothered stoking the fire.  With all our energy spent on stoking each others passion I pulled the head of the bear over both of us and fell asleep with her in my arms and a smile on my face. 

 

The rest of the getaway was even better….

Jade said, "Well, if you wanna leave us alone there is no telling what we will get into." and she hugged me tight. My breasts were moving and almost coming out of the top of the blouse I had on every time she hugged me. Jade has a nice body that is a little plus size but not much. Her friend said, "Maybe I will stay and see if there is anything to that." I felt like I had been waiting for the chance and said, "Well, two girls all alone and horney? Could be dangerous." I said. Jade looked at me, "How did you know I needed some lovin?" "You just look like it hun." I said. When I had last seen her Jade was so straight laced did not even drink, so I was joking.

We all walked around some and then she looked into my bags and saw the little outfit I had gotten. She puled it out in the middle of the mall and held it up. "Oh my god, you fit into this?" "Yes" I said and grabbed it back. "I don't believe it" Dan said. "Neither do I" said Jade. "Well, I do." I said and put it back into the bag. We walked on and finally Jade said, "I can't believe it, that is too small for you. Those will never fit into that top." she said pointing at my 42EEE tits. "Come on" I told her and we went into the Sears ladies room. I went into it and she folowed me. I went in and looked around, no one else was there. I took off my blouse and bra and my breasts were free. "Oh my god, you are so big, I would kill to have tits like that." she said. "You have always known that I was big." I said and began putting on the op that was lace and only covered my nipples. "My god, they are so hot." she kept saying. Finally she looked at me, "Can I touch them?" "Sure" I told her, then out of mischeviousness said, "But don't play with them, I get hot easy." We both laughed and she reached out and cupped my tits and massaged them some. "Oh fuck, they are so nice." she said and then her fingers slipped to the nipples and pulled them a little. "I told you not to play with them." I said since I was getting wet. "I never said I would obey you." she said. "Don't tease me hun." I said. "What if I do?" she smiled. I moed to her and took her face into my hands and kissed her deep. She wrapped her arms around me and returned the kiss. "Oh damn what I have missed all this time." she sighed and we kissed again. "Get dressed, I have to have all of you." she was now all excited. I dressed but did not put on the bra but left the top on. I pulled off my pants and put on the thong and put my pants back on.

We walked out holding hands and found Dan. "Come on, let's go." she said and we all went outside to the car. They took me to mine and I followed them to their apartment. We all got out and she came over to me again and now her arm was around my waist. We went up to the apartment and went in. She closed the door and led me to the couch and sat Dan down. "Enjoy the show Hun." she said. She kissed me and then took off her clothes and stood there and I took her face and kissed her again. We now stripped me and I stood there in the outfit, "See, it fits." I said and we laughed. It came off soon and now we were naked. She went to my nipples and began sucking them and I was weak and went to the floor. Jade was all over me as if she had to devour me all at one time. We were now eating each other and my pussy soaked her face as I squirted my first orgasm. It soaked her hair too. "Oh shit" she said. "Wow, that was wild." she was saying and then she began eating me again and again I squirted her face.

I saw Dan now and he had a huge cock in his hands, stroking it slowly. "Jade, this is not fair to Dan is it?" I said. "Well, then do what you wanna with it." she said and I got up and instead of sitting on it I got on my knees in front of him and began sucking him down, deeper and deeper until my face was against his short hair on his tummy. "damn, she fucking has it all in her throat, I can't believe it." she was saying over and over again. Soon he filled my throat and again I sprayed from my pussy soaking the floor under me. "You cum when he loaded your mouth?" she was saying over and over again. I can't even get it all in my pussy, fuck!" she said. "Oh, the pussy is different." I said and massaged him some and sat on it slowly until it filled me. "Suck the tits hun." I tild him and he took them into his hands and began sucking them. I rode him for a long time and each time I took his huge cock all the way in and each time she said, "Damn, fuck, all the way in." over and over again. Finaly he filled my pussy and I slipped off and cleaned his cock off. "I can't believe it, I can't get it all in me." she said. I was massaging him slowly and she was massaging his balls and we talked like this. He soon was had again. "Wana see another trick?" I said. "Sure, now what?" she said. I got on all fours and said, "Do the ass Dan." She now was really wild, "No way, that wil not fit the ass."

Dan was behind me and I moved around until he slipped into my ass and then moved against him until it was all the way in, his balls slapping as he moved. "Oh fuck, what a slut." she said. "And don't ever forget it hun." said kissing her. He began to move faster and I squeezed his hard cock in my ass and soon he filled my ass too. We all three sat there naked and kissed and hugged and soon I was laying on my back and Jade was eating me again. "Fist it baby." I told her and she pushed her fingers and then her hand into my pussy and it was in me. "Do it hard, like you are hitting me." I moaned and she did and my pussy grabbed her fist. After several orgasms I let her hand go and we laid there all worn out.

I got up and dressed and kissed them both. I left and told them again this week and we would be together again for the night.

Later friends.

Love

teresa

 

On the times when we were alone together our interaction often included the usual assortment of adolescent thrill games such as “truth or dare” or strip poker. These games were usually just silly excuses for us to get naked and observe each other’s mysterious anatomy. She’d offer to show me hers if I would show her mine. Overall, our meetings remained fairly innocent and our mutual fascination with nudity was more out of curiosity than sexuality. There were a few times, though, when we also discussed the mysterious topic of sex and the functions our different body parts apparently served in it. We had some vague ideas but no details.

 

The summer we were 13 I spent several weeks at Linda’s house on an extended visit that provided us many more opportunities to be alone together. Linda and I had gotten bolder with our games and we used my visit to continue our mutual nudity and sex discussions. We often dared each other to get completely naked and then we’d cavort around inside her house in the buff for several hours. We did many common adolescent activities like chatting, playing games, or listening to music but we did it while naked. We continued to enjoy our mutual interest in nudity and we somehow managed to keep it secret so no one was the wiser.

 

Yet during those naked sessions I couldn’t help but notice that I was becoming erect more and more often while with her. While erections had occasionally happened before, the frequency and intensity of my boners this summer was something new. I found it could happen at any time. While we listening to music or playing cards my penis would suddenly spring to life and stand up straight. Boners were a bit embarrassing for me and very interesting for her. She’d make some gentle jokes about it but it was clear that Linda was intrigued by my penis, even more so when it became erect. Even though our nudity had never included us touching each other I think she was pleased by the sight of my wood and she was beginning to realize she was the cause of my erections.

 

Our sex discussions also became more interesting. We talked and talked about what we thought sex was all about. One day we’d looked at a softcore porno magazine featuring photos of naked women in provocative poses. We both found it fascinating and I remained erect for the remainder of our afternoon together and my balls continued aching. Although we were still vague on many of the details, at that age we were both aware of how enjoyable sex was supposed to be and why people men and women humped each other. We both knew sex involved partners getting into bed together and laying on top of each other so they could rub their bodies together. I suspected that the humping act involved men ejaculating sperm, like the wet dreams I’d been having, but beyond that the details were vague.  

 

Linda and I both began to notice a hot and flushed sensation that overcame us during our magazine viewing and sex discussions. We noticed it got even stronger each time I became erect and it was clear the feeling was something more than the usual glow we felt we felt when we were naked together. We didn’t fully recognize that the heat building between us was strong sexual attraction and how powerful it could be.

 

That all changed during one hot afternoon. She’d been acting a little edgy that day and when we found ourselves alone she’d suddenly said she wanted us to get into her bed together. That gave me pause. I knew that what she was suggesting was a bit beyond our usual innocent games. It would involve kissing and touching and humping and other things we’d talked about but never tried. I felt a bit of apprehension but also overwhelming excitement. Everything I’d ever read and heard about bed play said that it was exciting. So, I agreed.

 

We wasted no time in stripping off our clothes. That part was routine by now. But the anticipation of being in bed together was something different. It felt more exciting now. My cock certainly had no problem responding to her suggestion. It was erect before I ever removed my jockey shorts and it remained stiffened to its maximum length while I stood there watching her remove her bra and panties. The heat and tension in my cock felt more urgent this time, like it was expecting something important to happen. Meanwhile, Linda was already climbing onto the mattress of her four poster bed and waiting there for me.

 

The sight of her bare ass and pussy wiggling as she worked her way across her bed on all fours stoked me even more. Somehow they both now looked much more attractive than they ever had before and I felt a burst of what I later recognized as raw lust. I was feeling flushed again and couldn’t really think clearly because the heat sensation was now much stronger. My heart was pounding and it was all I could do to think in small chunks. I was alone with her in her bedroom. Her frilly female underclothing was strewn all around me. My naked cousin wanted me to join her in her bed. I felt hot and hard.

 

I didn’t really know what to do next but my cock was throbbing rapidly and directing me toward her bed like a compass needle. So I followed and burrowed beneath the sheets with her and we lay side by side for a few moments, barely touching. My erection was creating a mountain in the bed covers but neither of us was quite sure about what to do next.

 

I asked her if she knew what to do and she replied that I was supposed to get on top of her. I knew that bed activities usually involved men getting on top of women so they could rub their bodies together, which was supposed to feel very good. That was probably the reason why dicks got hard, so they could be rubbed against girls. And rubbing it probably meant I’d ejaculate sperm, like the wonderful wet dreams I’d been having lately. I knew those felt good. If this was going to be an opportunity to ejaculate, then I was all for it.

 

I moved over and hoisted myself up on top of her while she scooted beneath me. I rested my weight down on her and we found ourselves face to face, the weight of the blankets smashing us closer together. I quickly found it was awkward trying to find a comfortable place for my stiff cock which was poking her.

 

Nevertheless, we found the closeness enjoyable and arousing rather than annoying. Gravity was actually acting to make this easier. Her boobs were pushing against me and my erection felt like it was lodged right in her crotch. I’d never touched her pussy before with my fingers but I was now doing do with my cock. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders to hold her tight. That felt good and I thought I was beginning to see why people liked this.

 

She suddenly started kissing me, catching me by surprise. I wasn’t really sure if I was supposed to kiss my cousin like this because we never had before. But she continued licking and sucking me and I soon caught on. We enthusiastically began mashing our mouths together and curling our tongues around each other. It was fun although our teeth sometimes clacked together and her hair tickled my face. But our eagerness to explore didn’t stop. Our breathing got heavier and I could feel her heart pounding beneath me. I found I was enjoying this immensely and hoped she was as well. She certainly showed no sign of wanting to stop.

 

Our bodies began writhing and soon she opened her legs wide. That proved to be an even more comfortable posture because I was able to slide more closely between her thighs. Her open legs allowed our waists together more easily and my erection began throbbing directly against her pussy lips, as if this body position was intended for just such a purpose. Then I felt her hands clutching my hips and butt and the sensation drove me to higher arousal.

 

I continued rubbing my waist against hers, my cock and balls sliding smoothly against her pussy lips. This must be fucking, I thought to myself. I didn’t know if what we were doing was correct but it sure felt good. I continued to pump my waist against hers as our breathing increased and the look on her face told me she was enjoying this as well.

 

The head of my cock soon began to feel wet but I wasn’t sure if it was from her or from me. Was she getting too excited and peeing in her bed? I didn’t know and I didn’t care because this was too much fun to stop. We were so far gone in excitement anything was possible. 

 

Suddenly my cock found a receptive place in the wetness. The head stopped sliding and caught in a soft spot momentarily. Halting my rhythm briefly, I re-adjusted my body angle and by pure instinct I began to push my cock forward into her. To my surprise the cock head sank into her a bit and the sensation suddenly felt much better. Bingo! This must be fucking!

 

I began pushing gently, shoving my hardness against her waist. Her hips writhed under me and her pussy was receiving my cock although I’d only just started to get the head into her. It felt like a challenge to see if I could gradually slide myself further and further into the wetness and warmth waiting for me.

 

I busied myself with my pushing but as I did so I began to feel heat and tension in my groin that was very enjoyable. And the tension grew more and more enjoyable even as it became ever more urgent.

 

In a flash the urge became too much to control and I gasped. Before I could push any further, a slick flood of semen surged out of my boner, squirting powerfully. Then another. Rope after rope pulsed rapidly into her half opened pussy and squirted everywhere. The pleasure was so intense my torso involuntarily thrust forward and in animal instinct I pinned Linda to the bed underneath me as I inseminated her.

 

When she felt the wetness she got a puzzled look on her face and struggled to move aside. The tension in my body was too strong for her, though, and I held her down. My only thought was to allow the surging to continue as long as it could. I gasped and gripped her hips tightly as the splendid feeling radiated out of my groin and into my whole body. My climax lasted less than a minute but, oh, what a minute it was. When the surging finally stopped and my breathing resumed, my body relaxed and I sank back weakly between her thighs.

 

We remained like that for a few moments as our hearts slowed down and I regained my breath. When I hoisted myself off her we both looked down at our waists. Semen was thoroughly smeared over her smooth pussy as well as her belly and thighs. White globs were dripping out of her pussy lips onto her sheets and a rogue strand of it still hung from my cock head down to the bed. I was amazed and puzzled because none of my wet dreams had caused this big a mess. Those had only been a few drops, easy to clean up. This was a veritable flood.

 

We both sat up and looked at each other, unsure what to do next. She said we ought to clean ourselves off and so we climbed out of the bed and retrieved two towels from the bathroom in the hallway. My cum continued to drip out of her as we mopped ourselves dry and she blushed a bit at the dribbling mess. I was still a bit astonished at what we'd just done.

 

We chatted, naked, as usual for the rest of the afternoon as we washed the sheets on her bed. It had been risky and thrilling and everything else I’d hoped but somehow our enthusiasm was tempered by the subconscious realization that we’d crossed a line this afternoon, the line that divides childhood innocence and curiosity from adult experience.

 

 

      Well I packed up my little Sunfire car and headed out early on this
      beautiful spring day hoping to get in a full day's ride. The trip began
      virtually uneventful and boring. I even nodded off to sleep from time to
      time while driving. Thats when I thought I should find a rest area. The
      most exciting part of the trip so far, was another woman driving by
      herself and I would pass her and she would pass me. This helped to break
      up the monotony of the drive. I later pulled off at a rest area to have a
      pee and take a needed break. I noticed the woman in the other car pulled
      into to the rest area as well. I did my bathroom thing and then sat out on
      the park bench to enjoy the sounds of the birds and have a cigarette. I
      didn't see her go into the bathroom but I noticed her when she came out.

      She came over and sat on the bench beside me and lit up a cigarette. We
      made small talk about the birds and the weather and the long drive. She
      lived in Ohio and it so happened that she was on her way to Florida as
      well, Jacksonville I think she said and she was regretting that she didn't
      fly instead since she's a little uneasy about the long drive. I told her I
      felt the same way but was looking forward to seeing some sights along the
      way. To describe her, I figured her to be around 45yrs old, maybe a little
      older.

      Heck you can't tell the age of people these days, at least I can't. I know
      that she was much older than me. At 21, everyone looks older. At any rate,
      she certainly looked good for an older woman. She was slim, around 5'6",
      slightly taller than me. She was wearing tight fitting CK jeans, a pair of
      Nike runners, and a plain white T-shirt neatly tucked in that emphasized
      waist line and her breasts protruded out just slightly under her slightly
      loose fitting T-shirt.

      She wore a dark blue silk jacket and she had it undone. I'm thinking, for
      an older woman she sure has perky looking breasts and wondered if they
      were real or just her bra doing an exceptional job. She was slightly
      slimmer in the ass than I was which just further confirmed to me that my
      butt was too big. I could see from her jewelry make-up that she was well
      to do. I admired her appearance and could see that she looked after
      herself, with her nails just perfect, her hair nicely set, and cut just
      above her shoulders. This lady was classy. Most of all in that very short
      period of time that we spoke, I was impressed by her bubbly and positive
      attitude. I like being around positive people, maybe because I'm so unsure
      of myself I tend to feed off the positive atmosphere.

      When she spoke, to me, she symbolized the portrait of an ideal, classy and
      graceful woman. The type of adults I admire most. Her make-up looked like
      it was done professionally and I noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding
      ring. Not that it was important but it's just something I noticed. In all,
      she was a very classy and attractive woman and I was sure that even at her
      age she was still causing a few men's heads to turn.

      We finished our cigarettes and she introduced herself as Cindy. I told her
      that my name was Rose, I said "its short for Roseanne". She suggested that
      since we're going in the same direction, we could stick together on the
      road and that way watch out for each other in case of car trouble or
      whatever. I thought that was a wonderful idea and I would feel more secure
      especially since I've recently has some car trouble. She thought it to be
      a good idea as well. We hit the road, and after about 3 hours more of
      driving, she signaled that she was going to pull off at the next exit.

      We fueled up and pulled into the restaurant next door for a bite to eat.
      We ordered diner and a glass of wine. "At least it wasn't a dry county,"
      she said. I agreed and I felt pretty cool now that I was drinking legally.
      Not that I could never get a false I.D. before but now I didn't need it.
      As we ate our diner we talked about everything and anything. She asked me
      all sorts of questions. What I liked, what bands I like, my dislikes, my
      ambitions, my goals and my life. Cindy appeared to be genuinely interested
      in knowing about me and I liked that since I didn't really have any close
      "best girlfriend" to talk to. No one has ever taken the time to get to
      know me. I guess that goes both ways though.

      This woman made me feel pretty good about myself. Looking back, I suppose
      I was a very naive and impressionable 21 year old. I asked her a few
      questions about herself and Cindy told me that she has been a widow for
      the last 5 years, her two grown boys just moved to Florida and now at 48,
      she's finding it lonely by herself. She has a few friends but with all the
      moving around her husband did for work while he was alive, she was never
      able to firm down a close and true friend. She explained that although at
      first impression, most people view her as being very confident and
      professional, Cindy confessed that she actually felt rather insecure about
      herself. It wasn't until after her husband died that she became a stronger
      person. She said that time and experience can be great teachers. That blew
      me away! I could relate to her so well. It was like she understood exactly
      how I felt about things. Well after listening to her experiences, I knew
      there's so much more in my life to experience. After hearing about her
      experiences I actually wasn't feeling so depressed and could see my own
      personal problems much so smaller now than they were this morning.

      We paid the bill and she asked me if I was planning to stop for the night
      or try driving right through. I said "actually I hadn't made up my mind
      but that I guess I really should find a room for the night,"

      "and try getting an early start in the morning." She said that that was
      her plan. Neither of us felt like driving at night anyway. I told her I
      was on a tight budget so I had to find something inexpensive. She
      chuckled, "Yes I know how that is" she said. It was already 6:00pm, we
      agreed we might as well try for a room right across the street at the
      Hampton Inn.

      When we checked at the front desk, only room available was a no smoking
      room with one king-size bed. The clerk didn't think there were any rooms
      available in the immediate area since there was some spring flower
      festival of some sort going on. This presented a decision for me. I
      considered quickly to let her have the room and I would just keep on
      driving. We looked at each other, she noticed my concerned look and waited
      for me to decide. "Go ahead and take the room," I said "I'll just keep
      driving I guess" I really didn't feel like driving anymore tonight I
      thought. Then she said, "don't be silly," we can share the room if you
      don't mind, my treat"

      "That's very kind of you but really you don't have to inconvenience
      yourself for me."

      "nonsense," she said it's no bother at all," and with that, she turned to
      the desk clerk and said "we'll take it." Turning back to me with her now
      familiar smile she said "besides it's either this or that dreadful drive."
      As for me, I didn't mind at all, since my finances were low and I didn't
      want to stay in some rest area part of the night, this would be perfect.
      Besides, I thought it would be fun, she's a really nice lady. I liked my
      newly found friend. She was pretty cool, more like a big sister or close
      friend than just another adult.

      We got up to our room on the second floor and I was feeling a little
      excitement since I've only been in a hotel on two other occasions with my
      parents when I was very young. I was thinking to myself how grown up and
      sophisticated I was feeling right about now and how considerate Cindy has
      been. I thought it pretty cool that in such a short time, Cindy and I had
      become friends. I especially liked how comfortable I was talking to her.
      Like I said, she made me feel good about myself, like I was on her level.
      Putting it all together in my mind as I climbed the stairs to our room
      with this older woman in front of me, almost a stranger yet a friend, I
      felt a wave of excitement come over me.

      Anyway, we got to the room and I had never seen a king size bed before. It
      was huge! I said " I could get lost in that thing" Cindy laughed at the
      expression on my face and said "then we'd have to send a search party out
      for you." We unpacked a few things, put out our make-up bags, and hung up
      some clothes for tomorrow. I couldn't help admiring some of her clothes as
      she systematically hung them in the closet. She folded her fine lingerie
      neatly as she placed them in the drawer. Then she plopped down on the bed
      letting out a gasp of relief and I sat on the sofa feeling relaxed.

      "So do you want to watch TV?" I asked figuring it was too early for bed.
      She suggested we try out the pool. After a long drive and a refreshing
      swim, we'd sleep like babies. "Great idea" I said as I dug for my new
      bathing suit and moved toward the bathroom. I had just bought a new
      two-piece for this trip and was dying to try it on. It was black and I
      thought, apart from my chunky butt, I looked great in it. I looked at
      myself in the mirror in the bathroom as I adjusted the straps thinking not
      bad. I felt a little self conscious though now realizing that I would be
      barely dressed in the presents of an almost perfect stranger but then
      again I reasoned, we're both woman and she would be changing into her suit
      as well so what's the big deal. When I came out of the bathroom, Cindy's
      face lit up and she commented how lovely I looked in that bikini and that
      black was defiantly my color.

      My face turned red with embarrassment but I did enjoy the compliment,
      especially coming from her. I said thanks and told her I had just bought
      it. I showed her the cool little adjustable snap clips on the sides of the
      bikini bottoms, she said "how neat! easy on, easy off model eh?" we
      giggled. Cindy had already changed into her suit and had been doing some
      final adjustments in front of the mirror just as I came out of the
      bathroom. I caught a quick glimpse of her as she adjusted herself and I
      must admit, I enjoyed the peak. I thought she looked sexy! I said "geez I
      hope I look as good as you do when I'm 48. She smiled and said thanks but
      that I looked great and would defiantly look better than her at 48 any
      day! Cindy had complimented so many times today I lost co I felt myself
      get flush again and I hopped she didn't notice. With both of us changed
      into our suits, we donned our wraps, and towels, and headed for the pool.

      It was an indoor pool and surprisingly to us, it was deserted. We were the
      only ones in there. With the hotel being at full capacity, Cindy had
      expected it to be crowded. Cindy commented "great! I hate it when the
      pools are crowded I feel so self-conscious," I'm thinking to myself, ya
      right! "It's usually occupied with screaming kids or old fat businessmen
      that constantly undress you with their eyes." She says. "Some of those old
      guys can be such pigs, it really turns me off."

      "Yea" I said, "I get that sometimes and I hate it to. I don't mind the
      younger hunks checking me out but then they get rude or some of those old
      farts at the mall or wherever can be such perverts." She gave me that knowing nod.

      Tonight, being around Cindy, I was really feeling grown up and mature. She
      had a way about her that made me feel safe and comfortable. I knew I could
      talk to her about almost anything. Since losing my job and my boyfriend,
      I've felt inadequate and immature but today, well not today.
      Being around Cindy was good for me.

      Cindy took off her wrap and laid it on a chair with her towel. She walked
      to the poolside with a little wiggle in her steps almost as if she was
      purposely exaggerating her sway. Cindy stepped down into the water. She
      was really quite slender with hardly an ounce of noticeable fat on her.
      Her figure still exhibited those envious curves and yes, I envied her. For
      some reason the thought of Boticcelli's Venus, the sculpture that I
      selected to write about in one of my art classes came to mind. I didn't
      realize then but I was staring at her.

      "I bet you get a lot of young hunks and old farts checking you out Rose"
      she said as she stepped into the water and turned to face me. I was a
      little embarrassed thinking she noticed me staring. For a moment I had
      been mesmerized at the site of this classy lady in her two-piece. I was
      noticing again just how attractive and how confident of a woman Cindy was.
      I was admiring her and thinking how I would like to be more like her. Her
      yellow two-piece contrasted against her tanned figure and I wondered if I
      would be able to wear a bikini like that when I was her age. Like I said,
      although she was much older than me, her figure didn't look her age.

      She looked up at me and said "come on in, the water's warm." By now I had
      removed my wrap and to my embarrassment, my nipples were hard from the
      cool air. I think she noticed that! I tried to jump in as quickly as I
      could. I knew the air was a little cool but it was more than just cool air
      that hardened my nipples. I never considered myself to be very attractive
      but being around Cindy, with her positive attitude and self esteem biulding
      compliments she showered me with, made me feel better about who I was.
      I began to swim around. I think I was developing a school girl crush on her.
      I'm thinking this is crazy, it's another woman, I hardly know her, for God's
      sakes she's old enough to be my Mother.

      Maybe it's because she's so mature or maybe I'm mistaking admiration for lust.
      Whatever, I was getting that familiar tingling feeling down there and began to panic.

      We swam around a little. Cindy was trying out some swim strokes. We had a
      one-lap race, and I think she let me win. We splashed around and from time
      to time, we wrestled in the water to try and make the other fall. We were
      carrying on just like a couple of kids! Cindy would swim under water to
      see how long she could hold her breath before coming up for air and
      sometimes, while swimming underwater, she would bump into me or touch me
      by mistake with her arm or leg. Once she even bumped her head into my butt
      underwater. When that happened, she popped up and said "sorry! I had my
      eyes closed." I thought nothing of it. I was having fun, but with each touch
      I felt electricity buzz through me and I liked it. It had been sometime
      since I've had a smile on my face and I was actually enjoying myself.

      I was swimming underwater as well to try and beat her record for holding
      our breath. I found myself using that opportunity to sneak a peak at
      Cindy. I especially enjoyed watching her doing the crawl as her legs
      opened and closed underwater and I allowed my imagination to soar into thoughts
      that were outside of any experiences I've ever had. I even thought of swimming
      up to her underwater and bumping into her gently like she did to me but I
      chickened out.

      Really, I thought to myself, Cindy was a pretty hot looking woman.
      Now for me, it had been awhile since I had any sex at all other
      than with my favorite toys which I kept well hidden in my room so my mom wouldn't
      find them. Heck! I've been so desperate lately that once I even considered
      trying to get the dog to fuck me but that thought left me just as fast as
      it came up. Needless to say, I was horny at the initial thought and I was horny now.

      Maybe that had something to do with the way I admired Cindy but I knew
      then that I was attracted to this woman and I didn't know what to do about it.
      I quickly dismissed the thought and came up for air. To get away, I complained about
      the kinks in my neck from driving and with that I jumped out of the pool
      into the bubbling hot tub. She said "great idea" I'm right behind you. We
      floated and relaxed together in the hot tub in silence. I could feel her
      feet touching my legs in the water as we allowed our bodies to just float
      and relax. Unintentionally, my feet and legs would casually float and touch
      her and Cindy didn't seem to notice. I was becoming light headed, I suspect
      from the hot tub and the change in temperature from the pool so I decided to
      head for the sauna as a final stop before taking a shower.

      I lay flat out on my tummy with my arms folded underneath my head on the
      top bench in the sauna. Alone, now I could collect my feelings about
      what's happening. The heat from the sauna felt good. In my mind I'm
      thinking I'm letting my imagination run wild. This woman has no interest
      in me that way. Hell what am I saying, I've never even looked at a woman
      that way before. This is crazy!

      Just as I was about to doze off, Cindy came in. She scooted up to the
      bench below mine and began to message my shoulders. She startled me at
      first then whispered in her bubbly manner, "this should loosen those
      kinks, a hot sauna and good message does it for me every time."

      After the long day of driving, the message felt good.
      I was feeling so relaxed, I let out an involuntary moan and hoped she didn't hear it.

      Cindy continued to message my shoulders and neck. She would move her hands
      down my back, across my shoulder blades, and from time to time her hands
      would move to the sides of my ribs and lower back, then back up to my
      shoulders. I couldn't help it, I was getting very horny. Crazy thoughts
      raced through my mind of getting a full body message in the nude by this
      woman. My skin was wet and slippery from the steam and her skilled hands
      felt like silk as they moved effortlessly over my body.
      I secretly hoped that this is what she had in mind.
     
      My hormones were getting the better of me. I decided right there and then
      that if anything was going to happen, I was going to go along with it. I
      wanted something to happen, I wanted it to go somewhere, I needed affection,
      I wanted Cindy!

      I felt so relaxed as she rubbed her hands up and down my sweaty back. Then
      she caught her finger on my bikini strap and broke a nail.

      "Shit!" she says, "I broke my nail, unclip your top so I don't break any more,
       it's getting in the way." She requested quietly and with a casual tone.

      I lifted my lazy head slightly and asked her to do it.
      I reasoned to her that that I can't be responsible for any more broken nails
      but I'm too comfortable to move.

      "If you can't work around it then unclip it." I said.

      Cindy easily unclasped my bikini top strap and I was feeling calm and free
      with out my restricting top cutting into me. Cindy continued to massage
      my back and her hands would move much closer this time to the sides of my
      tits actually brushing and lightly touching them. I was in a daze.
      When her hands brushed close to the side of my globes again,
      I would instinctively raise myself slightly so that she could get to them better
      and she did, but ever so subtle. Cindy also began to message in close to my
      inner thighs. Her hands would move along the inside of my legs, around the
      outside and up again to my back. Each time she would message my inner thighs, I would
      again ease myself up just a little and spread my legs just a little more hoping
      she would go further but being to obvious about it.

      Cindy then undid the clasps at the sides of my bottoms and started to
      laugh.

      She said "ok you can get up now"

      Still in a lazy daze, I looked at her with a sly smile and said jokingly,

      "You witch! that's not very nice!."

      I twisted slightly and went re-clip my bikini bottoms but forgot about my
      top being undone before sitting up. Startled that my top had not come up off
      the bench with my body, I covered my breasts with my crossed arms and we both started to
      laugh.

      Cindy was on the bench rolling over with laughter at the look on my
      face. I quickly put my top back on. "Ok you rat!" I said, "I'll get you back!."

Continued: on part 2

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He hadn’t always been in sales, and the tie he was now required to wear was more often than not loosened when he wasn’t meeting with clients. He was actually a licensed plumber and was making a decent living at it when the opportunity to move into his current position came along. The money was better and he still wouldn’t be confined to an office all day, so he accepted the offer. He excelled at it, and within a year his winning personality helped him to become one of the company’s top salesmen. On top of that, he still did the occasional plumbing job on weekends, often helping out a contractor buddy when he could.

As he rounded a curve in his white company pickup, he spotted the aforementioned contractor friend’s truck parked in the driveway of an old house that had been empty since the elderly woman who lived there died the previous winter. The driver’s door was open and he could see Bill sitting behind the wheel and talking on his cell phone, a clipboard in his hand. There was an electrician’s van and another pickup also parked in the driveway.

Slowing down, he pulled in next to Bill’s truck and killed the engine. Bill looked up and gave him a wave, still talking on his phone. Cal got out and walked around to the front of his truck, surveying the old two story house with its faded white paint and sagging front porch while he waited for Bill to finish his call.

After a moment, Bill came over to him, tucking his phone into his shirt pocket. “Hey, Cal.”

Cal nodded a greeting. “Hey.” He tilted his head toward the house. “Someone finally buy this place?”

Bill nodded, sighing. “Yep. We fixed up a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so they have a place to stay, but they want the rest finished next week. I told them it was going to require a lot of overtime and it wouldn’t be cheap, but they insisted. We’re gonna be working nights and all weekend.”

“That sucks,” Cal replied, still studying the dilapidated structure. “Is it even worth fixing?”

Bill chuckled. “Believe it or not, it’s not as bad as it looks. Sure, it needs some cleaning up and a few things rebuilt, like the porch there, but the basic frame is solid. They built them to last back then.” He eyed Cal. “Actually, I was gonna give you a call and see if you’d be interested in making a few extra bucks. There’s some plumbing work to do and my regular guy can’t work this weekend. Interested?”

Cal sighed. He’d been looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend of doing nothing but drinking a few beers and hanging out at the beach and bars. Maybe even pick up a cute girl to bring home for a little romp. But he could sure use the money. The slow sales this month meant his commission check wouldn’t be as big as usual.

“Fuck, Bill…I dunno…it’s been a long week…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a black BMW pulled into the driveway. Its back windows were heavily tinted but through the windshield he could see the driver was an attractive young woman. She turned off the engine and opened the door. Bill nudged Cal and started toward the car.

“Before you say no maybe you should meet the clients,” he murmured under his breath as the woman got out.

She was dressed in a very conservative business suit and large dark sunglasses, but Cal’s experienced eye told him there was a very hot little body hidden under all that clothing. She wore a large brimmed hat and, combined with the sunglasses, left very little of her features visible. But from what he could see of her face revealed a full pair of ruby red lips set against very pale and delicate skin. This woman was definitely the type to arouse his interest.

Bill walked over to her and smiled as he greeted her and shook her small hand. “Miss Clark, nice to see you again.”

Her lips curved into a friendly, but not too overt smile. “Mr Robson.” Her head turned slightly toward Cal as he walked up behind Bill. “Miss Clark, this is a friend of mine, Cal Mooney. I’ve asked him to take a look at the plumbing. Cal, this is Zoe Clark, the owner’s representative.”

She extended a hand and he reached out to shake it. Like her features, her hand was small and cool, mostly hidden inside the long sleeves of her jacket. “A pleasure, Mr Mooney. Do you think you can finish up the work on time?”

Cal gave her his best confident salesman’s smile and nodded. Bill was right. He knew Cal well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to say no to a pretty lady. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t had the opportunity to look at it yet.” He gave Bill a sideways glance. “But Bill wouldn’t have asked me to do it if he didn’t think I could get it done on time.”

She nodded and he could almost feel her eyes through the dark glasses, as if her gaze were penetrating to the very depths of his soul. He continued to hold her hand for several long seconds - as if time somehow slowed to a crawl - before he came out of his trance and released it.

She turned to Bill. “So everything is on schedule? My mistress is committed to having the work completed no later than next Friday.”

As Bill reassured her that the work would be completed on time, Cal looked over at the darkened windows of the luxury automobile. Her mistress? What the fuck did that mean? And was this ‘mistress’ person sitting in the back seat now watching them? The whole thing was starting to take on an almost surreal aspect.

Bill was speaking again, bringing him back to the present. “I don’t see any problems right now. Of course, with a house this old there are often surprises once we start tearing things apart, but I’m certain it won’t be anything we can’t deal with.”

Apparently satisfied with his report, she shook his hand again and they said their goodbyes. Cal found himself unable to take his eyes off this enchanting and mysterious woman until she got back into the car and backed away.

Bill grabbed his arm and led him toward the house. “What did I tell ya? Quite a looker, huh?”

Cal nodded. “Yeah, interesting woman. Who’s this ‘mistress’ she mentioned? Sounds a little medieval.”

Bill laughed. “Yeah, kinda strange huh? She’s like a secretary, gopher, whatever you want to call it, for this woman from some European country. Some kind of distant royalty - a countess or something - I dunno exactly. I guess that’s the custom over there, calling your boss-lady your mistress. The checks are clearing so I ain’t askin’ no questions.”

Cal thought about that. It sort of made sense, but why would some countess from Europe be renovating an old house here? In its heyday, the house had been something of a showpiece here in the small town, but now it was almost becoming a bit of an eyesore. And the money it would take to bring it back to its former glory would easily build a brand new house.

They went in and as Bill began to show him the work that needed to be done, he tried to concentrate on that. But in the back of his mind he could still see the pale skin and dark glasses of the mysterious woman and even now could almost feel her presence like some kind of telepathic aphrodisiac. Why he felt these strong feelings for someone he’d only briefly met and really hadn’t seen much of he couldn’t explain, but there was no denying the effect she was having on him.

Cal made a few notes and assured Bill it would be no trouble to complete the plumbing repairs by Sunday provided he could work whenever he needed to. Bill gave him a key and told him since they were on such a tight schedule, the client would allow them to work around the clock if necessary. He agreed to come back that evening and as he drove home, his thoughts were centered on returning to the decrepit old house and the mysterious young woman who occupied his mind.

Cal set down his propane torch and used a damp rag to wipe the joint he’d just soldered in the copper pipe. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was almost midnight. He’d been working since seven and had replaced all the cast pipes in the downstairs bathroom with new copper lines. The new sink was also in place and he reached up to turn on the tap to check his work. Hot and cold both worked and he could see no leaks so he turned off the taps and began to gather up his tools. A noise behind him made him turn suddenly and he looked up to see Miss Clark standing just outside the bathroom door. Until that moment, he’d seen neither her nor her ‘mistress’ all evening. He let out a breath, startled by her silent approach and gave her a relieved smile.

“Oh, Miss Clark, I didn’t know you were there.”

She was holding a glass of red wine and had exchanged the business suit for a more relaxed outfit of jeans and a blouse. He saw that his instincts had been right on the money; she was indeed a very beautiful woman and he judged her to be in her mid twenties. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her red lips and dark hair and eyes. It was plainly obvious she didn’t spend much time outside and if not for her almost jet black hair that cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders and her equally dark eyes he might have taken her for an albino. She smiled at him as he put his tools in his toolbox and got to his feet.

“I’m terrible sorry, Mr Mooney. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She gave him a smile that was both friendly and disarming at the same time. “And please, call me Zoe.”

He returned the smile, his eyes drawn inexplicably to hers. They almost seemed to glow with an inner light and he found it very difficult to pull his gaze from them. “Then please call me Cal, ma’am.”

She sipped her wine, her eyes never leaving his. He just stood there, unable to move or even speak for what felt like a long time. Finally, she spoke again, moving her eyes to where he’d been working. “Are you finished for the night?”

When she took her eyes from his, he managed to regain the power of speech. “Uh, yeah, I mean…there’s still a bit more to do, but I’ll be back in the morning to finish up.”

She nodded, licking her lips absently before looking back at him. “My mistress would like to meet you before you go. Would you mind?”

He hesitated, feeling a sudden wash of apprehension. What was it about her that made him so uneasy? He was never nervous around pretty women, yet something about her quiet but strong presence was turning him into an awkward adolescent. And what of her mistress? Was she some old Miss Haversham, living in her own little isolated world of past memories?

Zoe was waiting for an answer so he tried to shake it off and nodded, giving her what he hoped was a confident smile. “Of course not.”

She turned toward the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Just leave that here,” she said, pointing to his toolbox, “and follow me.”

He set down his tools, unable to pull his eyes from her slender curves, her ass looking so perfect in the faded jeans as she climbed each step. He followed her up the creaky stairs, the staircase dimly lit by sconces that were barely better than candles, giving the old house the feel of still existing in some time long past.

They topped the stairs to the second floor where a hallway stretched out to the left and right. The lighting here was the same as on the staircase, casting dim shadows along the faded carpet runners that ran the length of the hallway. Zoe led him down to the right and stopped at a closed door, tapping softly on it before opening it. He paused, uncertainty and apprehension filling his mind at the thought of meeting the reclusive owner. But Zoe smiled and beckoned to him.

“It’s all right, Cal. We’re night people so you aren’t disturbing us. Please, come in.”

His feet moved almost on their own volition at the sound of her voice and he found himself standing at the open door before he realized he’d even moved. Zoe held out an arm, ushering him in and he stepped in without giving it a second thought.

Surprisingly, the room didn’t match the rest of the upstairs, neither in décor or lighting. This was obviously one of the rooms Bill had completed for them to live in. The walls were freshly painted a soft beige with what appeared to be the original refinished wood trim painted a creamy white. There was a large bed against one wall flanked by two antique night tables with what looked like Tiffany lamps on them. Across the room was a short sofa and a in a matching chair sat a woman who didn’t look anything like what he’d pictured.

Instead of a shriveled up old lady waiting for death, he was confronted with another strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps in her early thirties. As she looked up at him from the book she was reading, he noted her eyes held him with the same kind of transfixing stare as Zoe’s, but hers felt much stronger. He found himself completely frozen in place, unable to move or speak. He was vaguely aware of Zoe closing the door then moving up next to him.

“Mr Cal Mooney, allow me to present the Countess Von Heigle.”

Cal stood there dumbly, uncertain of how to address royalty. As if reading his thoughts, the countess stood and walked over to him. She wore a black knee length dress that clung to her shapely body, two straps over her pale shoulders holding it up and low cut enough to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell straight to her shoulders, with heavy bangs falling almost to her eyes.

“There is no need to be so formal, Zoe. We are in America now.” She locked her dark eyes on his and smiled. “My name is Astrid, Mr Mooney. I would be pleased if you would address me as such.” Her voice had a lilting tone, almost as hypnotic as her eyes, and he could detect a very faint German accent, with only a slight veeing of her w’s. Otherwise, her English was perfect.

“Thank you ma’am…er, Astrid. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She smiled and picked up a glass of wine from the table next to the chair. “Would you like a glass of wine, Mr Mooney? It is really a fine vintage, from my family’s own vineyard.”

Before he could reply, Zoe was beside him with a glass of the red wine, pressing it into his hand. He looked up and nodded. “Thank you. And please, call me Cal.”

Astrid smiled. “Cal. How…American sounding. I think I like it.” She took a sip from her glass and he also brought his glass to his lips. The wine was good, very sweet with earthy undertones.

She returned to her seat, crossing her long legs, and gestured toward the sofa. “Please, sit and talk for a while, Cal. Tell me about yourself.”

He sat down on the edge of the sofa, nervously fingering the glass in his hands. It was a little unusual, to say the least, for a client to invite him to have a drink with her in her bedroom. After all, he was just a sub-contractor working on her house, and she was a countess. It all added to the strange setting and he found himself both drawn to them and more than a little wary at the same time. Something just felt wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Zoe came over and sat next to him on the sofa, leaning back comfortably and folding her legs under her. He looked at her, then back to Astrid. “Well, there isn’t much to tell. I grew up here and my parents died when I was young so…”

He spilled out the short version of his life story and both women listened with what appeared to be interest, although he couldn’t understand why they would be. Compared to the life of a countess, his meager existence had to be boring, to say the least. When he finished, Astrid swallowed the last of her wine and Zoe automatically took her glass and Cal’s over to a makeshift bar next to the door to refill them.

“So you have no wife, no family?” Astrid asked, her eyes taking him in. Cal shook his head. “How sad. I too know what it is like to be alone.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m not exactly alone. I have friends, and some of them I consider family.”

As he said that Zoe passed him and Astrid their refilled glasses, exchanging a serious look at his words, then once again resumed their genial demeanor.

“But you have no living blood relatives,” Zoe said, her eyes flitting to Astrid for a half second.

“No, I guess I’ll always be an orphan in that sense.”

He looked down at his refilled wine and for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose focus as he stared into the dark liquid. It seemed to be darker than before, thicker, almost like…blood.

“Do you ever wish you were part of a family?”

Astrid’s words caused him to look up, snapping him from his reverie. “Uh…well…sure. All the time, I suppose.”

She kept her eyes on his for what felt like an eternity then moved her gaze to Zoe. He looked back down at his glass and now it looked like the same wine he’d had before. This was going from weird to downright freaky. His mind was screaming at him to get out of there, but he found himself unable to move.

He sensed movement and when he looked back up, Zoe was leaning in closer, her hand stretching out to lift his glass to his lips. “Drink, Cal.” He felt the glass pressing against his lips and while his mind was fully aware of what was happening, he was powerless to control his body. His eyes locked onto the dark liquid, which was once again thick, clinging to the sides of the glass. As it passed over his lips and tongue, it was no longer the sweet tasting wine, but warm and salty, coating his mouth. His mind screamed in terror - it was blood!

For some reason, his stomach didn’t revolt at the warm, thick substance, although he didn’t know why. He wanted to gag, to vomit the warm coppery tasting fluid up and out. But instead, he swallowed it all and when the glass was lowered, he just sat there staring straight ahead, his mind suddenly feeling as out of control as his body. He was aware of Astrid’s haunting eyes, now glowing with an eerie greenish light and her full red lips almost touching his.

“Tonight your dream will come true, Cal. You will become part of our family.”

He looked up at her with heavily hooded eyes. Her face was there, grinning and eyes burning as his vision began to fade. The last thing he saw was something that couldn’t be; something just too unbelievable - her incisors seemed to have grown…into fangs.

Cal awoke with a throbbing headache in a room only partially lit by a dim lamp on a table. Actually, ‘came to’ would be a more accurate term. He felt like he’d been on a week-long bender and as he forced himself to sit up on the bed, his stomach lurched and he had to lie back down to keep from vomiting.

He lay back and took deep breaths until his stomach settled down, trying to piece together what had happened. His memory was clouded, as if coming off a huge drunk but something didn’t fit. He wasn’t out drinking…he was…what? Working, that was it. Bill asked him to help on a job at…where?

Suddenly, a vision of Zoe and Astrid filled his mind, as real as if they were there in the room with him. Of course, the two clients! He’d been talking with them and drinking wine, but how much did he have? ‘Damn it, man,’ he said to himself, ‘you have to learn to control yourself around pretty women!’

He decided to try sitting up again, but this time took it slower and found he was able to control his rebellious stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, then stood on shaky legs and made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains aside, but realized that the long curtains were an illusion and the window was nothing more than a small casement window high in the stone cellar wall and long since boarded over. So he was still at the house. When did he go down to the cellar?

As he turned to survey the room, his stomach turned again and he knew this time there was no stopping it. He spotted a door on the other side and made for it. To his relief, it was a bathroom and he somehow managed to make it to the toilet before he spewed an almost liquid red substance into the bowl. Fucking wine.

He felt a little better afterward and cleaned up in the sink before going back out into the room. He jumped when he saw Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a sexy black dress that showed off her long legs and bared the delicate skin of her shoulders. She smiled at him and stood, taking a step toward him.

“Are you feeling better now?”

He felt his face redden and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, uh…sorry…I don’t know what…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s to be expected. Don’t give it a second thought.”

He was examining her sexy body in the short dress and only half-listening to her, but he picked up on her easy dismissal of his hang-over and thought it was a little odd for a client to be so understanding about an employee who gets so drunk he can’t even remember how he got here. Actually, he could only remember having one glass of wine - maybe two. Could they have drugged him?

She went to the door and opened it. “I know you are confused, Cal. My mistress will explain everything. Please…” She stepped aside and gestured toward the open door.

Cal sighed and reluctantly went out the door then followed Zoe down a corridor to another room. Bill hadn’t mentioned anything about fixing up rooms down here. And the room he’d woken up in, while not run down, wasn’t as nice as the one he’d met Astrid in last night. Why would they be staying down here in the damp cellar when they had the newly renovated rooms upstairs?

Zoe pushed open a door and indicated with a smile and a gesture for him to enter. He stepped in and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloomy room that appeared to only be lit by a few candles.

“Cal.”

He saw Astrid rise from a chair and come toward him. She was dressed in a long flowing black gown that hid her feet and she almost seemed to glide across the floor. “I trust you are feeling better.”

He nodded, looking around the strange room. It was filled with heavy antique furniture covered in a red velvet type cloth. The walls were the stone foundation and were bare of any decoration. The room was large, taking up almost half of the cellar and he couldn’t quite make out everything in the dim shadows and dark corners.

Zoe appeared next to him like a ghost and pressed a goblet of dark liquid into his hand.

“Drink,” Astrid said, nodding to the cup. “It will help.”

Cal looked down at the dark liquid, almost black in the dim light. One thing he didn’t need right now was more alcohol. He started to set it down on a small table but Zoe stopped him.

He gave her a faint smile. “Really, more wine is the last thing I need right now. What happened last night anyway? I can’t remember a thing.”

Astrid smiled and moved closer. “You must trust me, Cal. You need this. You need this to live.”

He stared at the beautiful and mysterious woman. “Pardon me?”

She reached out and touched his neck. A stinging pain flared up where her fingers touched his skin and he pulled away, wincing and reaching up to his neck.

“Ow, hey! What did you do to me?” He pulled his hand away and saw faint traces of blood on his fingers. Astrid turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She looked up at him and even in the dim light her eyes seemed to glow and entrance his.

“You said you had no family, and that you would like to be a part of a family. Is that not so?”

He tried to think back and did vaguely recall a conversation about that. He dabbed at his wounded neck. “Well, yeah, I guess every orphan feels that way. So what?” He was trying to remain civil throughout this weird encounter, but the cut on his neck was pissing him off. What the hell was up with these two crazy bitches?

Astrid smiled and he saw Zoe move over and lean against a small table next to the door. As if to prevent him from leaving, he thought. But that was crazy. There was no way these two women could stop him if he decided to leave, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

“You should be careful what you wish for, Mr Mooney. You might just get it,” Astrid said, her eyes meeting his and seeming to freeze him in place. He found himself unable to move or speak. She took a sip from her own glass and continued.

“Our family,” she began, nodding to Zoe, “is a very ancient and proud line. And unlike most families, when we invite an outsider in, they become a true blood relative.” She looked up at him, her eyes burning into his. “And we have invited you, Mr Mooney.”

Cal felt the heavy weight that seemed to freeze him in place lift somewhat and he was once again able to move. He looked over at Zoe, who was watching him intently, her fingers twisting the thin shoulder strap of her dress while her other hand held a goblet. She smiled at him and took a sip from it, her lips glistening as she lowered her cup. He forced himself to turn away from her almost hypnotic stare and back to Astrid, whose eyes were equally haunting.

“You…invited me?” he asked, his still foggy mind trying to make some sense out of what she was telling him.

Astrid stood and came over to him again, reaching out to touch the wound on his neck. This time, he pulled back and placed his hand over the stinging cut. She pulled her hand back and shook her head. “Mr Mooney…Cal…please understand. We do not wish to harm you. On the contrary, what we are offering is a gift, a gift many people would pay a king’s ransom to have.”

He cocked his head to one side. “You want to give me something?”

Zoe stood and walked over to stand next to him. Her closeness was working like an aphrodisiac on his muddled brain, especially with the sexy dress and sultry demeanor. She moved in closer and before he realized what she was doing, her lips pressed against his neck. But she didn’t kiss him, well, not really. Instead, her mouth closed over the cut and she began to suck on it. Once again, he found he was paralyzed and could only stand there while the beautiful woman gave him what he could only describe as a hickey. Then he felt her soft tongue licking him and a moment later her lips were removed from his neck and he could move again.

He reached his hand back up to where the cut had been and turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. She simply sipped on her drink and gave him that mysterious smile. When his fingers touched where the cut was, he found nothing. Only smooth, unbroken skin.

“What the…?” He searched his neck, but could find no cuts. Zoe moved over next to Astrid and he began to feel an inexplicable fear growing in his tortured stomach. He took a hesitant step backward, away from these freaky chicks and closer to the door.

“Mr Mooney, there is nothing to fear. As I said, we do not wish to harm you.” As she spoke, she reached down and untied a cloth belt that held her gown closed. At the same time, Zoe pushed one, then the other spaghetti strap from her pale shoulders and took a step forward. “As a matter of fact, we wish to make you feel…very comfortable.” She parted the front of her gown to reveal the pale skin of her full cleavage.

Cal’s eyes moved back and forth, from one hauntingly beautiful woman to the other. Was this what they meant by a ‘gift’? Slip him something to make him pass out and by way of apology - or perhaps design - offer to have a threesome with him? Well, ok, he knew no matter how much they pissed him off he wasn’t going to say no to that!

But what about the cut that mysteriously healed? That was no illusion. There had definitely been a cut on his neck earlier and after Zoe, well, sucked on it, it vanished like it had never been there. How could they explain that?

Zoe had by now slipped off the short black dress to reveal a lacy black teddy under it and he felt his cock leap into action at the sight of her sexy body in the erotic lingerie. Astrid had completely opened the front of her gown from neckline to floor and while her breasts were still covered, he could get a very good view of her equally sexy body, naked except for a very tiny black thong. Black appeared to be the fashion in this ‘family’.

Astrid spoke again as she moved closer, her slender hand slipping under the lapel of her gown and moving it aside enough to reveal one of her milky breasts. “Do you like what you see, Cal?”

He swallowed hard as the two women moved to either side of him and he felt his resolve quickly disappearing as their hands began to caress him. He nodded mutely, watching as Zoe spread her legs and slid one hand between them, sucking in a deep breath as her fingers rubbed her pussy over the silky lingerie. Astrid rubbed up against him, baring both breasts before shrugging off the gown and stepping out of it, now wearing only the black thong.

Her breasts were perfect, her skin smooth and without a single blemish. Her dark areolae stood out in stark contrast to her almost milky white skin and he could see the arousal of her erect nipples as her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together. She licked her ruby lips and met his eyes.

“Will you accept our gift, Cal?”

Zoe came up behind Astrid and reached around to cup her tits, squeezing them and leaning in to kiss her shoulders. Cal watched the two half-naked women and nodded, mesmerized by their erotic performance.

“You must speak the words, Cal, or we cannot give it to you.”

He nodded again, his mouth dry. “Y...yes.”

They exchanged a look then Zoe began unbuttoning her teddy. Astrid took his hand and pressed it to her breast. He was surprised to find her skin cool to the touch.

“Yes… what? You must be very specific, Cal. Do you accept our gift?”

“Yes, yes I will accept your gift,” he said in an almost monotone. His attention was focused not on what they were saying, but on what they were doing. And like any man, he would have agreed to sell them his soul at that point for the promise to bed the two sexy women. If he’d only realized how close to the truth that was.

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look as Cal agreed to their request. Zoe knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants while Astrid moved in closer. Her breath was warm on his face and she spoke in a husky whisper.

“We will make this night one you will remember for all eternity,” she breathed, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Her lips met his and her tongue pushed into his mouth forcefully, her lips sucking on his tongue hungrily.

By this point, he became aware that Zoe had his pants down around his ankles and was tugging his boxers down. His cock immediately began to increase from semi-hard to a full-on hardon as it was exposed and her hands began to caress up his thighs. Astrid continued her passionate kiss, her arms going around his neck and holding his head in place.

He let out a gasp when he felt a warm breath on his highly aroused cock, then moaned into Astrid’s mouth when Zoe’s lips pressed against the sensitive head before parting and taking nearly half of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Astrid pulled her lips from his and they both looked down at the sexy woman in her black teddy sucking contentedly on his rock-hard member. Astrid looked back up into his eyes and smiled.

“Fellatio is only one of Zoe’s many talents, Cal. Don’t you agree she is very good?”

He pulled his eyes from Zoe and met Astrid’s glowing eyes. He nodded mutely as she expertly worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. He’d often dated girls who seemed to have a flair for giving head, but none had the enthusiasm and voracity that Zoe was now exhibiting. He was usually able to control himself during head, not cumming unless the girl wanted him to. But with Zoe, he found himself teetering on the edge of orgasm after only a few minutes. Astrid continued to leave little kisses on his cheeks as she watched both him and Zoe.

When his breathing became halting and his eyes closed, Astrid’s kisses moved down to his neck. He felt his balls contract and he wanted to warn Zoe he was going to cum, but was unable to speak. Astrid’s kisses became little teasing nibbles as his climax neared. Zoe seemed to sense it and began to suck harder and faster, as if encouraging him to cum.

In a few seconds, he felt his cock swell in her mouth and cried out as he exploded, sending what felt like a water cannon of cum down her throat. At the same time, he felt Astrid’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming and he heard himself screaming in his head as his vision faded and everything went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the bed, completely naked. The room was dark, lit only by two candles on tables at both sides of the bed. He tried to sit up, but found his arms were tied to the headboard. He tugged at his feet only to find they were also bound.

“Please lie still, Cal. This is for your own good and it is only temporary.” From out of the darkness a figure emerged and he saw it was Zoe, still wearing the black teddy. She smiled down at him almost lovingly.

“What the fuck…?” Cal grunted, once again attempting to free himself. Zoe came over and sat on the bed next to him, a full wine glass in her delicate hands. He looked up at her. “Why am I tied up?”

She shook her head and allowed a long fingernail to trace along his chest and down to where his limp cock lay against his thigh. Instantly, he felt it twitch and begin to grow again. She moved her finger back up across his chest and along his neck until he felt her touch on a very tender spot. He winced and jerked his head aside.

“Ow, fuck!”

She smiled sadly, set the wine glass on the night table, then leaned in to kiss him. Feeling more than a little put off by this weird behavior, he turned his head away. Zoe paused, then quickly moved in and pressed her soft lips against the sore area on his neck, once again sucking on it as the tip of her tongue rolled and teased his torn flesh. She kept this up for almost a full minute and when she pulled away, the stinging pain was again gone and he somehow knew there would be no trace of a wound. He stared up at her as she licked her lips and smiled at him.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked her, once again straining at the ropes holding him down.

A voice came from somewhere in the gloom beyond the candle light. “I apologize for the restraints, Cal.” Astrid glided into view at the foot of the bed. “But I can assure you they are very necessary.”

He peered down at her. She’d put her robe back on, but hadn’t bothered to tie it and her beautiful body was plainly visible. Something in her eyes seemed to take all his resolve away and he flopped his head back to the pillow. “I…I don’t understand…” he mumbled.

Astrid came over and sat down on the other side of him. “I will explain it to you now that the first steps are complete.” He looked up at her, his brow knitted as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. Zoe reached up and picked up the wine glass she’d set on the night table. As Astrid began to speak again, he noted that it appeared to be not wine, but blood.

“As I told you earlier, we are a very ancient and noble family. You are now a part of that family, Cal. You are now bound to us in a way that may seem remarkable and even unbelievable.” She took the glass from Zoe and smiled down at him. “After tonight, you will begin the transformation. It will not be immediate, but it will happen. No one can stop it now.”

He stared at her, then over to Zoe. His eyes paused on the glass of thick red liquid Astrid was swirling in the goblet before going inexplicably back to hers. “T…transformation?” He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. Astrid nodded.

“Yes, my child. You asked for this gift, and we have given it to you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting back to the goblet she held. “I…I don’t understand. What gift?” He suddenly flashed back to when there’d been something besides wine in the goblet. He remembered the sickly sweet and salty taste and how it clung to his throat as he swallowed it. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips.

She smiled at him. “Why, to make you a part of our family, of course. And all the benefits that come with it.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet now. Something inside him hungered for the thick, warm substance. “Benefits?”

She leaned in closer. “Oh, yes. Immortality, for one.”

This got his attention and he peeled his eyes from the mesmerizing dark liquid, staring up at her in shock. She nodded.

“Yes, Cal, we are immortal. I am exactly five hundred and fifty-two years old.” As he continued to gawk at her, she gestured to Zoe. “Zoe is still a child. I turned her seventy-three years ago. Only in another hundred years will she begin to fully understand her powers.”

He looked over at the sexy young woman and Zoe nodded at him. “She speaks the truth, Cal. I didn’t believe it at first either, but I haven’t aged a day in those seventy-three years.”

He exchanged an astonished look between them, his mouth open in surprise. “Are you trying to tell me you two are …vampires?”

Astrid rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, that is what we have been labeled as. But we are not the evil creatures of books and movies.” She gestured toward Zoe. “As you can see, we can be very enticing.”

Zoe grinned and let her hand glide over his bare chest. He sighed involuntarily at her sensual touch then looked back over at Astrid. “But you drink blood?”

She nodded. “We do, but we do not always need to kill to feed.” She noticed his eyes following the goblet. “You see, even now you crave it. Do you feel it?”

As strange as it felt, he had to nod his head. He did crave it, like no hunger he’d ever felt before. If he weren’t tied to the bed, he would have already taken the goblet from her and drained it.

Astrid looked over at Zoe, who reached down and lifted Cal’s head. Astrid brought the goblet to his lips.

“Then drink, my child.” As soon as the warm liquid touched his lips, he began to gulp it down. Astrid tilted the goblet higher until he’d drank it all, then Zoe lay his head back down. His tongue licked across his lips, trying to get every drop. The glass sated his hunger somewhat, but he wanted more.

“More!” he gasped as he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He suddenly felt a rush of strength as the life-giving liquid seemed to surge through him. He pulled at the ropes, his eyes wild. “I want more!”

Astrid shook her head. “No, not now. Too much at first will make you mad. You must start off slow and allow your body time to adjust. You will be going through some great changes in the next day or so and it will not be easy on you. Until your body has adapted, you must remain here like this, for your own safety.”

Zoe touched his arm and he swung his head to her. She smiled, not at all fazed by his suddenly aggressive demeanor. “We will be here to help you through it, Cal. Do not be afraid.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips feeling cool on his hot skin. “Then we can all have some more fun together!” She reached down and grasped his now fully erect penis, giving it a few good strokes.

Cal felt his blood heat at her touch and his entire body tensed as her hand pumped his incredibly hard cock. He grunted and jerked his hips, urging her to continue her hand job. She did and he felt his cum rising almost immediately, as if he needed to release or explode. He’d never felt such an intense sensation of sexual pleasure, and this was only from a hand job!

Vaguely, he heard Astrid’s voice again. “Another benefit is increased sexual feelings. You will experience orgasms many times the intensity of mortals. I can see it is starting already.”

He felt a sudden rush and his back arched off the bed, crying out as he ejaculated what felt like a fire hose of cum gushing from his aching balls. It shot nearly two feet straight up before arcing down and splashing on his chest. Zoe’s hand continued to pump him and he watched as an unfathomable amount of hot jism was expelled from his cock. His entire body shuddered and shook under the force of the orgasm until he collapsed gasping onto the bed, his body going limp.

Zoe got up and returned a moment later with a towel and began to clean the cum from his chest and stomach. Amazingly, his cock remained hard and he was still horny! More than anything he wanted to fuck both of these freaky chicks until he was finally satisfied, although from the way he felt right now he wondered if that could ever happen.

Astrid lay a cool hand on his forehead. “Sleep now, Cal. We will be here to watch over you. Do not be afraid.”

He heard her speaking, but it was as if she were moving farther and farther away, her voice fading. Her words and touch seemed to have a soothing effect his over-charged body and he began to relax. His eyelids became heavy, drooping until he was unable to hold them open any longer. He fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with strange and often terrifying images.

For the next two days, Cal drifted in and out of consciousness. Whenever he was awake, Astrid or Zoe would be there with another goblet of the life-giving blood, which he guzzled hungrily before once again lapsing into a fitful sleep. Whenever he was lucid, he was hornier than he could ever remember being and Zoe was always happy to help him with a pressure-relieving hand job. He begged her to straddle him and let him fuck her, but she shook her head.

“Not yet, my darling. It is too soon. You must be patient. Remember, we will have an eternity to pleasure one another.”

Eventually, he found his sexual desires becoming less urgent until he was finally able to talk to them without needing to be satisfied first. Astrid told him he was adjusting very well and that his restraints could come off in a few hours.

“H…how long?” he panted, his matted hair clinging to his sweaty scalp.

Zoe looked down at him. “Just a few more hours, my love.”

He shook his head. “No, no…I mean, how long have I been here?”

Astrid spoke up. “Three days.”

As his foggy brain processed that information, his eyes suddenly flew open. “Shit!” He looked up at her. “I need to call work!”

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look, then Astrid sat down next to him. “Cal, perhaps you don’t fully understand what has happened here.” He gave her a questioning look. “You can’t go back to your old life. People will know there is something different about you.”

“How so?”

She smiled sadly and patted his chest. “Well, for one, you won’t be able to spend any time in the sun. It won’t be too noticeable at first, you’ll just find that you sunburn very quickly. But after a few months, the sun on your skin will become unbearable and you’ll have to cover up and use strong sunscreen. Eventually even that will not be enough and you’ll have to avoid daylight altogether. That takes up to two hundred years, though. So enjoy the daylight while you still can.”

“Another problem is aging. Your friends will all grow old but you will never age another day. Again, this is not something that will become apparent immediately, but it must be considered.”

Cal listened, still trying to come to terms with all of this. Despite all he’d been through, he still found the idea that vampires existed to be a little far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that he may be one.

“So, what do I do? Move away?”

Astrid nodded. “That is the usual method. We must constantly relocate and change our identities. That is partly why I bought this house. I find it convenient to have domiciles scattered all around the world.”

Zoe brought another goblet of blood to his lips and helped him drink it. He lay back and enjoyed the warm feeling as it reached every corner of his body. This was all too much; too hard to swallow. Yet, there was no denying the way his body craved human blood and the calming effect it had on him.

“Now, sleep again and when you awake, we will remove the bindings and begin your training,” Astrid said, her cool hand once again falling across his eyes. He drifted off once again.

The first thing that broke trough the nightmarish dreams was the pounding. It had a familiar ring to it - some link to his life that in the semi-conscious state before awakening was comforting. As he slowly emerged from his deep sleep, his mind slowly recognized the sounds as those of a construction site and he slowly opened his eyes. But instead of the usual daylight his mind associated with those sounds, he found he was still in the gloomy candlelit darkness of the basement. He groaned and brought a hand to his face, then suddenly realized that he could touch his face. He pushed himself to a semi-upright position and focused his eyes on his naked body. It was true, his arms and legs were no longer tied to the four corners of the big bed.

On one corner of the bed, near his feet, lay his clothes. He groggily pushed himself to a sitting position and felt a wave of nauseating dizziness sweep through him. He paused there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands until it passed, then slowly looked back up. He couldn’t quite make out the far corners of the room in the gloomy darkness, but he knew he was alone. He reached out for his shorts and stood up on shaky legs to pull them on. He was weak, but the nausea had passed, although his head still throbbed slightly.

Before he put any more clothes on, he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself and shuffled over to the bathroom he’d discovered earlier. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there, but the need to empty his aching bladder was becoming more urgent by the second. As he stood over the toilet, he noticed a shower stall and neatly folded towels. He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror and was alarmed at the sight. His greasy hair was plastered to his scalp where it wasn’t sticking up at odd angles and his face looked like death warmed over. He finished up and sniffed at his pits, grimacing at the strong odor of b.o.

“Whew!” he breathed, glancing again at the towel and shower. He moved the curtain aside and saw a fresh cake of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the shelf. It looked like his hostesses had prepared it for him and even if they hadn’t, fuck them. They were the ones who were keeping a virtual prisoner here in their little dungeon.

He turned on the water and made sure the temperature was right, then slipped his shorts off and stepped in. The spray hit his face like little pellets, stinging his skin, but it felt good and he quickly lathered up and rinsed off. He stood under the water for a few minutes afterward, just letting the hot water permeate his skin and relieve his tired muscles. Why did he feel so exhausted, anyway? He’d done nothing but sleep for what, three days? He was certain that’s what they’d said before his last little nap.

He turned off the water and dried off, then pulled his shorts back on. As he reached down to open the door, he instinctively knew someone was waiting for him in the bedroom. He could smell the faint aroma of a woman’s perfume, her flowery scented shampoo, and the arousing scent of her womanhood over all of it. He felt his cock begin to harden at the smell and he pulled the door open to see Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him with very intense eyes.

“Good morning, Cal,” she said, rising from the bed. She was wearing a tight gray skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a loose white blouse. Her long hair was swept back over one shoulder and her feet were perched in a pair of heels that made her legs look amazing long and tantalizing. In here hand she held another goblet of blood, and he was torn between his lust for her and his need for the warm strength the blood would provide. She took a step toward him, her dark eyes never leaving his and emitting a faint white glow in the semi-darkness. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, momentarily rendered speechless by the sight of her. He felt his cock growing even harder and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. Her eyes glanced down at the now prominent tent in his shorts and then back to his.

“I can see that you are feeling…” She paused, her tongue moistening her ruby lips, “…better.” Once again she looked down at his crotch, then slowly came over to him. Her scent was stronger now, almost overpowering, and he had to physically reign in the urge to rip off her clothes, throw her onto the bed and ravage her mercilessly. She gave him an almost knowing smile and held out the glass of blood to him. “Drink, my love.”

He grabbed the stem of the delicate glass and brought it to his lips without hesitating, downing the warm fluid in one long gulp. He lowered the empty glass and wiped the blood from his lips, his mind once again honed in on her.

“I can see that your senses have been heightened. Your desire for me is almost palpable.” She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. “This is one of the effects of your new being. Eventually, you will be able to better control your sexual urges.” He was listening to her, but his eyes were on her fingers as she undid each button to reveal more of her milky white cleavage. “Until then, Astrid and I are here for you. You may take out your desires on us as often as you need to until you are ready to move on to the next phase.” She undid the final button and her blouse fell open, revealing the lacy white bra that supported the heaving mounds of her breasts. She reached up and lifted his chin, pulling his eyes from her chest. Her eyes bore into his with a look he could only describe as ‘fuck me eyes’ and she chewed on her lower lip. “Do you want to fuck me now, Cal?”

He felt himself nodding and dropped the glass, vaguely aware of it smashing on the concrete floor as he reached out to grasp her slender white waist under her open blouse. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch and he felt his cock straining as it never had before. She gave him an impish grin and reached for the button of her skirt. As it fell to the floor around her stiletto clad ankles, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Then take me! Now!”

He needed no further encouragement and pushed her backward until she fell back onto the bed, her feet still on the floor and her blouse flung open. Her panties were the same white lacy variety as her bra and he grasped them and literally ripped them from her body, his eyes wild with lust. She lay there watching him, his animalistic advances seeming to further enhance the wild look in her eyes. He quickly dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, his cock bobbing over her. He’d never felt like this before; so hard, so needing to feel it inside her cunt as if it were necessary for his very survival.

He reached down and grabbed her bra between her breasts and ripped it free, throwing it aside. For a brief moment their eyes met, as if they were two wild animals in heat. Then Cal grabbed her legs and thrust them up, pushing them back so that his cock could access her hot pussy. He found her opening and thrust inside her completely in one swift motion, her warmth engulfing him and only serving to increase his lust. He cried out, his eyes meeting hers, then dropping to her exposed breasts as he pulled out and slammed back into her. She moaned and grabbed at the sheets, arching her back as he pounded in and out of her. He was moving faster now, gripping her legs and pushing them farther apart in an effort to go even deeper into her steamy depths.

She was moaning non-stop, occasionally muttering words like, “yes”, “fuck me!” and “harder!” This only encouraged him to increase his already violent fucking until he was almost lifting her small body off the bed when he slammed home. Some small part of his mind told him to stop, that he must be hurting her, but the new Cal - the one she had a part in awakening - wasn’t about to let up until he deposited his seed deep inside her.

The room grew quiet except for their muted grunts and the sound of their skin slapping together. Every once in a while, Zoe would mutter something nearly unintelligible as his cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole.

Finally, she locked her eyes on his and gnashed her teeth at him, her eyes even wilder. Her teeth were different now; her incisors had grown into long, sharp fangs and she hissed at him.

“Fuck me you bastard! Make me cum!” she screamed at him, spittle flying from those horrendous teeth.

He increased his hammering, throwing his head back and pulling her long legs even higher so that her ass was no longer touched the bed. She began to wail, low at first, then changing into what could only be described as a shriek as her cunt tightened around his steel-like shaft and he felt her juices flowing as she came.

It took more force, but he continued to hammer away at her even tighter pussy, her eyes wild and body twisting as she came non-stop for what felt like a long time. He felt his own orgasm building and began to slam home even harder. She seemed to sense his impending release and glared up at him, her body still tensing and shuddering in orgasm.

“Come on, let me have it, you animal!” she spat, those ferocious teeth bared.

He snarled at her and felt something poking into his lips. He tasted blood. But before he could give it any more thought, he felt his balls contract and thrust deep into her. He threw his head back and let out a snarl that turned into a loud howl, almost wolf-like as he felt his cum surging from his cock into her clenching pussy. She screamed again and he felt her legs squeezing his neck as load after load of his seed was pumped into her.

They remained like that until he finally stopped cumming and gradually released his tight grip on her legs. She lowered them back to the floor but they remained joined, each panting as the fire inside them slowly eased. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, her teeth still looking like something from a vampire movie.

“Y…your teeth,” he panted.

Her grin widened. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

He caught onto her insinuation and reached a hand up to his mouth. He felt a sudden rise of panicked fear as his fingers traced around his own teeth, his four incisors now about an inch long and very sharp. He looked down at her, the fear very evident in his eyes. She smiled at him and shifted on his still rock-hard cock buried in her dripping pussy.

“Don’t worry, Cal. They will recede again. They only appear when you are very excited, such as having very violent sex or when feeding.” Her smile turned a little sad. “The unfortunate side to immortality is that your life will now be filled with violence.” Then she perked up a little when she saw the shocked expression on his face. “But it does have its advantages, too.” She picked up a corner of her blouse and wiped her sweaty face. “You are a very forceful lover, Cal. And that is something I very much enjoy.”

He thought about what she’d said and looked down at his still hard cock in her pussy. White cum oozed around it and dripped down to the bed. As he stared at the results of their vicious love-making, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the alien fangs. As he touched the tip of his tongue to one of them, it changed, becoming more blunt and seemed to recede into his jaw until it had resumed its previous size and shape. He stared open-mouthed down at Zoe, who smiled up at him, her own teeth once again back to normal.

“I know, it freaked me out the first time it happened, too,” she said, reaching up for him with both arms. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs, his hard cock still deep inside her. “All I can tell you is that it will get easier.” She kissed him, softly and tenderly and he returned her kiss with the same loving affection. She pulled her lips from his and adjusted her hips under him.

“Now,” she breathed, gently rolling her pelvis under hip. “…that you’ve fucked me, I want you to make love to me.” She kissed him again, her arms encircling his neck as she pushed upwards against his groin. Cal moaned into her mouth and began to move inside her, slowly this time. She gasped as he pulled back and re-entered, her pussy slick with their combined juices. Their bodies moved in a gentle rhythm, the thick slurping sounds of their coupling the only sound in the room.

After a few minutes, Zoe brought her legs up and wrapped them around his back, the heels of her shoes scraping against his skin. She began to move a little faster and he followed suit. While before had been crude, rough, and forceful, this was tender and loving. Their bodies moved together as one and their panting breath became faster as they both moved toward mutual orgasms. When Cal finally felt himself about to release, his senses were fully alert to Zoe’s responses. He could feel every beat of her heart; the heat of her blood, and could even feel her climax approaching as if her body was somehow transmitting the sensations to his.

When he could hold out no longer, he buried his cock deep inside her and they both cried out together as their bodies were gripped by powerful orgasms. The world around him seemed to fade until only the two of them remained - locked together for eternity in a sensual embrace like none he’d ever experienced before. As they lay there, their blood cooling as their sexual needs were temporarily sated, he considered the possibility of an eternity of making love to these two beautiful women and smiled to himself. Could it really be this easy? Something told him there was a very dark side to this evolution; something even darker than they’d let on.

But whatever life had in store for him now was out of his hands. The change had begun and there was no way to stop it. All he knew for certain was the strong pull of the lust…the lust for sex….and blood

    But before she could finish the last "more" James had moved her so that her mouth was right above his dick, and her pussy was hovering just above his face.  She took the hint and began sucking while he gently and swiftly took off her jeans.   He began to move his fingers up and down her slit, and the slow rotation of her hips prompted him to lick it.  After a long while of this bliss,  Grace jumped off of James and took her top off, and straddled him, teasing his throbbing cock with her clit.  At the exact same moment, she thrust her hips down onto his dick, and he thrust up, creating a mutual sense of complete euphoria.  She moved herself in a circular motion while he set a steady tempo of up and down.  For the next half hour they felt the stages of orgasm come over them, swapping moans and kisses.  Suddenly Grace let out a long moan followed by a bout of panting as she began clenching  on James' dick inside of her.  James felt her convulsions and  the orgasmic juices on his dick, and with the pleasure from that, he could not hold it in any longer, and let loose jets of hot sticky liquid deep into Grace.  Every time a spray went into Grace, she twitched with pleasure, now moving up and down, milking James' penis until it had yielded the last drop.

    James was awestruck from how amazing it was, both of them gasping for air, him staring at her beautiful face, her with her eyes clamped shut thinking about what had just happened.  Suddenly James realized that he wasn't wearing a condom, and began to object.  "Oh my god, I'm not wearing a..." he trailed off as Grace put her forefinger on his mouth, and shhed him.  "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."  James sighed in relief and began to get up.  Grace pushed him back down saying "after such an amazing time you aren't going to just leave are you?"  James let himself fall back onto the bed, and they embraced, and kissed.  It was a long, sensual kiss, with their tongues massaging each others, and they both realized that it was the best time  in either of their lives.

   During the kiss, Grace realized that James was still inside of her, and that his dick was hardening again.  She began to move up and down, allowing a moan to escape her lips.  She looked deep into James' eyes and said seductively "let me do the work this time."  They spent the rest of the day talking flirtatiously, sucking, fucking, and rubbing.  Grace came over every day for the next month and a half while James' parents and brother were still away, doing the exact same thing.  Whenever one of them was home alone, the other would come over and they would make love.  Their relationship lasted for many years after that summer, and they never forgot the bliss that accompanied their first time.

'Well, you know, I do. I've had that fantasy for a while.' We discussed it for a while then kind of lost the train of conversation when she started sucking my cock and things progressed from there. As I drove my cock into her wet cunt I asked her again,'Do you want to?'

'I don't  know..." Another thrust...'You have to make me want it.' Another thrust...' More fucking than I can ever provide and you know how you like to fuck...'

As  I was cumming  I tried once more. 'Yes' was all she had to say.

Now I know, things said during sex are rarely acted upon, but to my surprise when I got home from work the next day she had made reservations at a swinger's club near here. It's for dinner and after dinner activities. This weekend.

UI'll finally getto see her getting a big dick in the ass while taking another in her pussy. And mine in her mouth. I'll let you know how it goes.

Not much later the key was heard at the door and in walked Charlotte. She looked beautiful in a pale yellow sweater and blue slacks, her curves perfectly accentuated and every bit the professional legal secretary. The long dark mane cascaded down over her shoulders until it stopped mid way down her back. As soon as she saw Billy bound and gagged in the center of the front room of their San Diego home she screamed and dropped her bag, running to the chair and trying to undo the binds. That’s when Marcus came out from the kitchen and put the gun to her temple.

"Back away, Charlotte. Stand in the center of the room."

"Oh god, please don’t hurt us. What do you want? Money? What?" Charlotte backed up, her hands up, her dark eyes staring at the struggling Billy, still screaming muffled threats. Finally her frightened gaze looked at Marcus. "Please don’t do this....we’ll give you what we have and not say anything...."

"Your husband here owes some money to some people and this is payback." Marcus put the gun to Billy’s crotch.

"No, please don’t hurt him!" Charlotte screamed, fighting back sobs.

"I won’t hurt him if you behave yourself. You see I want him to watch you pay his debt."

"What.....do you......mean?"

"I mean strip off your sweater and pants," Marcus said coldly. "Billy, think she’s wearing panties?" He gave the bound man an elbow to the face.

"Stop! Please!" Charlotte’s hand trembled as she stood there staring at Billy and then at Marcus. "What do you mean he owes some money? To who, what about?"

"He can tell you that later. Come on baby, show me you love him by being a good girl."

Marcus could feel his cock hardening inside his khaki pants as he tugged his black polo from his waist band, staring at Charlotte’s indecision. When he snapped back Billy’s little finger to an agonized muted scream, she finally pulled her sweater up and off.

"The pinky isn’t that important to the hand anyway," Marcus laughed.

Charlotte then fiddled slowly with her pants button but finally lowered them as she slipped off her shoes. Now nervously fidgeting and covering up, she stood shaking, looking down. Marcus ordered her to put her hands on her head and she reluctantly complied.

"Yellow lace bra and panties, Billy. I bet you fuck her all the time. Is she good?" Billy looked at Marcus with intense hatred, but Marcus just laughed. Charlotte was crying softly, staring at the floor, quietly pleading for Marcus to leave them alone. "On your knees Charlotte, hands remain on your head." The young, beautiful woman lowered to her knees. "Arch your back a little sweetheart, let me see those tits."

Marcus came up and let his fingers trace the mounds of soft flesh inside the lace cups, 36C he guessed, firm, natural. Charlotte was a gorgeous creature, tanned, toned, just scrumptious. "I could kill Billy, and walk on out, leave you be.... no problem. My people can help me disappear. Should I just do that and save you this trouble?" He pointed the gun at the bound man while he squeezed her left breast.

"NnnooooooOoooooo," Charlotte cried.

"Okay, then........you let go of your head....and pull down my pants, briefs too."

As Charlotte cried, her tears streaking her cheeks with hints of mascara, she undid the buckle and snap, tugging his pants down revealing his hard cock. He stepped to the side and told Charlotte to do the same.

"I want Billy Boy to have a good view. You watch Billy, if I see you looking away, I’ll kill her." Then Marcus looked down at Charlotte and put the barrel of the gun to her mouth, her thick lips trembling with terror. He smiled as he heard his tied up captive trying again to scream and threaten. "You want to suck my gun or my cock? Either of them can cum in your mouth, but one has a little more bang than the other." He let the barrel slip past her lips but Charlotte turned her head away. "Or I can just end this......" he took a step toward Billy and Charlotte screamed again.

"Gun or cock, bitch? Say it."

"C...c....cock," Charlotte whispered.

"Louder!"

"Cock!"

"Tell Billy you wanna suck my cock to pay his debt."

"I’m going to suck....his cock....to..." Charlotte broke down and sobbed, but then straightened up and finished the statement.... "pay your debt." Billy shook his head no, screaming, but Marcus took a handful of hair and slid his cock into his captive’s wife’s warm mouth.

"Don’t even think about biting me or I will give you and Billy a lesson in pain you’ll never forget." Marcus moaned and smiled at Billy as Charlotte moved her face back and forth along his shaft, her eyes pouring out tears, masses of black streaks permeating her face. "She’s a pretty good cocksucker, Billy Boy." To Billy’s wife- " Charlotte dear, slip that bra off while you suck, don’t you let your mouth come off.."

Charlotte winced but did as she was ordered, never stopping her movements as she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide forward and on to the floor. While Marcus watched her service him, he kept glancing at his captive, laughing, and slapping the bulbous tits of the man’s poor wife.

"Moan over my cock, sweetheart, show him you like this." Charlotte sobbed but kept on sucking. "Well I guess I can accept that as a moan." He slapped her tits harder, getting wincing vibrations from her unwilling face. Part of Marcus wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth, brutalizing her, but making Billy watch his wife perform was far better torture for both of them. He could feel his cock stiffen to pre-cum stages and so he pulled her face off by her hair.

"Tell Billy you wanna lick my balls." Charlotte just cried and again pleaded for him to leave them alone. He pressed the gun to her left nipple.

"I...want...to...lick his...balls."

Marcus pulled her face to his sack and felt her lick slightly, but mostly sob into his flesh, his eyes stared at Billy. "See what your wife has to do to save your deadbeat ass? Did we come to you, Billy? Or did you come to us?" He moved Charlotte’s face back and forth before pulling her to her feet with a tight grip of hair and the gun to her throat. "I think it’s time I fucked this whore. You see, this is a debt rape, rather than a date rape. Get it?"

Dragging her to the dining room table, Marcus pushed Charlotte face down and spread her legs, her toes barely on the floor. "Don’t you dare move." He went to his bag and pulled out an elastic band with cuffs. He secured her wrists to each side of the table with the band traveling under, holding her in place.

"Please....please stop.......I will pay you......how much money is it?" Charlotte coughed from her crying, letting her forehead rest on the shiny wood of the table.

"Twenty thousand dollars, Baby," Marcus said as he took out a knife, sliding it along her soft inner thighs. "Hold still my little slut." He sliced her yellow lace panties open and then off.

"Twenty thousand? I don’t understand. We don’t have near that much," she cried, her body struggling against the table.

Marcus gave Billy another punch in the face and then put toothpicks in his eyes to keep him from shutting them. "You will watch me fuck your wife and know that unless we get paid, it will be worse next time." He then moved up behind Charlotte and spanked her ass hard, THWACK!!!!!

"He gambled five thousand and lost and now it has risen to twenty. This is the kind of a man you have, Charlotte." Marcus spanked her ass again, harder...THWACK!!!! He then slid a hand between her legs and stroked her shaven slit. "It’s a little damp, not really wet.....but.....I think I can get my cock inside."

"Don’t! Please! I can pay you in installments."

Marcus grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "This IS an installment. The next time I’ll take you down to the city and let one of the gangs have you for a night. Plenty of them owe us a favor."

As Charlotte screamed, Marcus pushed his cock into her slit, it was tight, fighting, but he rammed it in. Soon he was thrusting himself into her unwilling breach, raping her for Billy to watch. With every stab of his sword, his victim grunted a screaming cry, while Billy had fallen silent, watching helplessly, desolate, as his wife was used and abused.

"My offer to just kill Billy and walk away still stands," Marcus yelled as he grinded his cock into her hole. "Well?"

"Just get this over-with. I will try and get you the money." Charlotte was sniffling, trying to get herself together. Marcus knew she must be a strong woman and therefore needed to broken further.

"You ever butt-fuck her Billy?"

"Noooo Pleeeeease," Charlotte screamed.

"You’re a deadbeat’s whore, Charlotte." Marcus told her, ramming his cock into her slit harder, deeper. "Say it, or you’ll get it in the ass."

"I’m a deadbeat’s....whore...."

Marcus fucked her mercilessly, ripping into her savaged pussy, spanking her ass with hard hands, THWACK THWACK THWACK, and then twisted her hair tight and turned her face to Billy. "Tell him to his face!"

As Charlotte began to speak, Marcus pulled out and pushed into her tight ass, making her squeal out a high pitched scream. "Tell him now or it will get worse!" He repeatedly shoved his cock into her most private hole.

"I’m a...deadbeat’s......WHORRRRRRE."

Marcus pulled out of her ass and moved up along the side of the table, pulling her face over, her arms stretching with the elastic. He shot his cum all over her mouth and face and shoved her head viciously to the wood.

"Women who pick dumb guys, pay a price," Marcus said. "Unemployed and gambling your money and you allow it. Who is the loser, Billy or you, Charlotte?"

Marcus dressed quickly and packed his bag. He’d already raided Charlotte’s jewelry chest and he’d taken some other valuables in an effort to recoup some of the loss. There was no sense in taking it further, they didn’t have the means to pay.

"I’m leaving you two now." Marcus let Charlotte feel the silencer of his gun inside her slit. "Should I shoot her Billy? I mean would you want her back?" Billy screamed through his gag, the chair leaving the floor and falling to the side.

Charlotte cried and begged for her life. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll try and get your money and I’ll say nothing. Pleeeeease."

"Billy caused this, not me." Marcus slid the silencer from her pussy and kissed the small of her back. "You’re a sexy woman, Charlotte. You just remember that it’s him that caused this turn of fate for you." Marcus moved to the door. "I’m sure someone will be by soon enough." He left the house and soon was driving away.

*****

Marcus made a call to the city as he drove down the freeway.

"Yeah?" It was Cedric.

"I’m done with them, Cedric. You and your guys can go get them. They don’t have much money, so get rid of Billy. You and the boys can have fun with her for a night, but not too rough, no broken bones. I want her to bring enough to recoup most of our loss."

"You got it, Man!"

If his body is found, or she somehow escapes, believe me you and your gangbangers will be die slowly. Am I quite clear?"

"Chill, man."

"No cummin inside her, you cum ON her, not in her."

"Yeah, yeah."

"In a couple days some friends from the middle east will be in town and they’ll pay some good money for her. She’ll be a good desert whore somewhere and then we can split the dough. Got it?"

"You bet, man. Excellent."

"Call me in a day or two." Marcus clicked the phone shut, then opened it back up....

"Hi honey.....yeah...long day......I’m on my way home. How you and the kids get ready and we’ll go out for dinner?"

T