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This is a story of incest between a brother and sister and their the games that they play.
Jim and Maggie Martins owned an insurance company in a typical small town right smack in the heartland of the U.S. of A. He was the actual agent and his wife helped him out with all of the details. They were a team and moderately successful in the 20 plus years that they ran it. In a small town, everyone knows the banker, the insurance agent and the mortician in that order because sooner or later, you’ll need the services each one of those professions.

The Martin’s lived out on Farmers Road in a new subdivision with their family Wes and Peggy, both in high school. They belonged to the Country Club and played golf on the weekend and Bridge on Friday nights, every Friday night. Wes was a baseball player on the varsity team and Peggy was a mid distance runner on the track team. Both were very good at their chosen endeavors and for a junior and sophomore, excelled to a legendary status, with Wes, the elder of the two, being placed on the all-state team while Peggy took second in the 800 meter at the state meet. It was quite an accomplishment for them both and their parents were so proud of them that they almost burst their buttons at the Club.

After their business, Bridge took up a great bit of time and love in the Martin’s lives and so when they went to play, Wes and Peggy were on their own. It almost turned into a ritual every Friday night that Wes and Peggy would order a pizza and go down into the game room and play each other in several games of Nine Ball. They each got very good with a pool stick and soon the competition got pretty heated. Although they were fiercely competitive, especially with each other, they were the best of friends in their daily lives, being only a year apart in ages, and truly royal to one another despite all else. So on this one Friday evening when the nine balls were racked up and they were ready to break, the competitive spirit came out in them both and, well, here’s what happened.

Peggy was a tiny little squirt, being only 5’ tall and weighing a mere 95 pounds. She was cute as a bugs butt and had a sassy personality that exuded confidence. She had a perfect 4.0 GPA through 10th grade and had developed into a real looker with all of the boys at school. She had a well proportioned figure that was growing into a beautiful young lady but now if her actions would only grow up to match her body then she would be a fine catch for any boy that she chose.

Wes was a handsome 17 year old junior, soon to be senior, but he was much more chiseled as far as physical attributes go, being almost 6’ and topping the scales at nearly 170 pounds. He was the heartthrob of every class of girls from 9th to 12th grade and many dreamt of losing their virginity to this fine specimen of a male but only one ever succeeded. So on this Friday night they gathered around the pool table to square off for yet another competition of Nine Ball and the smack was already starting the heat up between them.

“Get your ball behind the line,” Wes said as he noticed that Peggy was trying to cheat on the lag. “God, Sis, I can’t trust you an inch can I?”

“Oh shit Bro, one inch isn’t going to make a hill’s bit of difference is it?” she countered. “One, two three,” she counted off the stroke as they each pushed their lag shot down the table to ricochet off of the far rail and coast back toward the near rail. Wes had judged it nearly perfectly but as it traveled just a hair too much and bounced off the second rail, Peggy had managed to stop hers a little short of its target and therefore won the opening break and with Nine Ball, you want to have the break at every turn.

“Get ready to lose again Bro because I feel it coming on tonight,” Peggy said as she let the cue fly at the rack and it met it with a “crack” as the balls flew apart. The Four and Two Balls found the corner pocket as Peggy grabbed the chalk and stalked her next shot on the One Ball. Wes had noticed that she was wearing a loosely fitting blouse with big sleeve openings that was almost falling off of her shoulders as she circled the table and as she bent over to aim her next shot, it fell down her front exposing her entire chest and tummy and even the top of her cutoffs that she was wearing. He was looking intently at the fleshy part of her boobs as her bra fell away just as she looked up into his eyes.

“God, you pervert,” she yelled pushing the front of her blouse back up to cover her chest. “Isn’t Carol giving you any so you have to check out your only sister? Shit Wes, give a girl some privacy why don’t you.”

“Well, if you’re going to stick them out like that then I’m going to look,” he said in his own defense.

“Oh God,” she said letting her blouse fall open again as she let go of her shot. Standing up and putting her hand on the front of her blouse once again, she muttered to herself, “Pervert,” as the One Ball found the side pocket. She moved over to line up the Three Ball and as she started to bend down again, she told Wes to move away from the opposite side of the table so he couldn’t look down her open blouse again. He refused her request with a wry grin on his face so she bent over and slammed the Three Ball hard into the corner pocket.

“Get a nice view?” she asked, circling the table to judge her next shot.

“Oh about as good as Timmy gets every Saturday night,” he told her.

She aimed at the Five Ball as she spat out, “Yeah, doesn’t he wish. He is an octopus went it comes to making out, all hands and arms but nothing else. Shit,” she said with discuss, “Your turn.” She turned the table over to her brother and went to the other side to watch as he took a shot at the Five.

“How are you and Carol doing anyway? Is she giving you any yet,” she asked in a matter of fact tone.
“You know that she tells all of the girls that she’s still a virgin and she’s going to stay that way until she gets married. What do you have to say about that?”

He sunk the Five Ball and moved his attention to the Six as he said, “You know that I never kiss and tell Sis, so don’t even go there.”

He sunk the Six and as he lined up for the Seven, she muttered something under her breath just as he stroked the cue ball and he missed his shot as the Seven Ball almost went in but hit the cushion to the side and stayed out of the pocket. She smiled as she circled the table to chalk up her cue once again.

They talked about sex all of the time just as they would discuss the weather between each other. They loved to tease the other and it got kind of carried away sometime but on this particular Friday evening, just as Peggy was bending over her shot on the Seven Ball, Wes gave her a proposal.

“Hey, let’s make our little game a bit more competitive. Let’s play for, ah, lets say, a piece of clothing per game,” he said with a teasing smile on his face.

She looked up at his smiling face and asked, “You mean, Strip Nine Ball?” and sunk the Seven with ease and as the cue ball met the Nine and knocked it in for the win, she said, “Okay, that’s my game. Take off your tee shirt, Pervert.”

Looking at her with disgusted in his eyes, he said to her, “Hey, I’m at a disadvantage already. You’ve got four things on and I only have three so we need to start over.”

“No way Jose. If you want to play for clothes then I’ll take that shirt,” she told him with a sense of defiance in her voice.

He thought for a second and then pulled it over his head.

“You’re going to be so sorry that you ever suggested this Bro and I’m going to love seeing you prance around in your nothings with your thingy hanging out. That’s going to be fun. Can I take a picture of it?” she asked with a big smile on her face.

Wes knew that he had to settle down and really start playing if he was going to win this little competition of
his so as she aimed in on the pack with her break, he got to the other side of the table and gave her an exaggerated stare at her open blouse but she slammed the cue ball into the pack and the Nine Ball made it way slowly over to the corner and barely rolled in.

She shrieked with laughter as she shouted out with glee, “I’ll take those shorts of your big Bro and in a second I’ll take your boxers too.”

Wes slipped his shorts off of his hips and wondered if it had been such a good idea to suggest this game. “My God,” he thought, “If she breaks like that again, I’m dead.”

She sighted in her shot once again and slammed the cue ball into the rack and all nine balls started to careen all around the table with the Nine Ball heading towards the same corner. But this time, it didn’t have quite enough momentum and stopped just short of the pocket. No other ball went down as she grinned widely and told him, “Shit Bro, you got real lucky on that one. You almost had to get naked just for me.”

But as he surveyed the table, he noticed that he had a combination shot with the One Ball into the Nine and if he pulled it off then the tables would be turned in his favor for awhile. Peggy suddenly saw it too and started to give him some crap about taking a puppy but before she could make her point, the Nine Ball hit the bottom of the pocket and she had to take off her blouse.

She had a nice chest and her bra that she was wearing was not made for viewing by the public. It was a half bra with the breasts just barely resting in its cups. It was designed to show off a cleavage and it did just that and very well. Peggy almost blushed with embarrassment as she tossed her blouse over to the bench next to the wall. She tucked herself in a little as she slowly walked back to the table not saying a word. The starch had been let out of her sails, at least for the moment anyway, and Wes was starting to enjoy it immensely.

As he lined up his break, Peggy tried real hard to distract him by making all of the noise that she could but when he struck the Cue Ball against the rack and the Nine Ball began to move towards the corner pocket, her heart started to sink and a frown came across her mouth when it made its way to the bottom and he got a big grin on his face.

“Take it off,” he said and watched as her hands went to the waistband of her cutoff jeans and slowly slid them over her tiny little hips. Her panties started to curl down with her tight cutoffs so she had to pull them back into place before she pulled the outer garment totally off and they landed on the floor. As she stepped out of them, her panties were tight against her crotch and Wes detected just a hint of her pubic hair as it dimpled the crotch of her underwear. Her complexion turned to a dark red as she slowly stood back up and she detected that his boxers were starting to stick out a little in front.

She had lost all of her enthusiasm for the game now that she was losing but she still had the advantage, one win to two, until one of them was naked. She racked the balls in the rack but let it slide just a little making it a loose rack and as he struck the balls with the Cue Ball and the pack moved very little, he knew that she had cheated him once again.

She started making her shots one at a time up to the Five Ball and when it suddenly refused to go down, she said, “SHIT!” and slammed her cue stick down on the table.

“Hey, take it easy,” Wes said in a chastising tone. “This is supposed to be fun.”

“Just shoot damn it!” she shot back and stomped to the other side of the table.

He thought about calling off the bet as he aimed at the Five Ball but decided that she needed to learn a lesson so took dead aim on the Five Ball and rocketed it in to the corner pocket. He then ran the table on her and the look on her face was one of disbelieving as he signaled with his hand to shed the bra. She slowly turned around and, with both hands behind her back, unfastened the snap and slowly released it off of her shoulders. Clutching her breast area with her arms, she turned around to face him.

“Hell Sis, I’d almost miss a shot to see what you’d do to make the next one,” he joked at her clutching her breasts.

“It’s not funny,” she said with a smirk. “Just shoot!”

He broke the pack up but didn’t get anything to find a pocket so he relinquished the table to Peggy and her fear of exposing her breasts soon left her as she grabbed the cue and circled the table, chalking the tip as she went. Finally settling on her strategy, she took aim by leaning over her pool cue and letting her two lovely breasts hang down and giggle just a little. Wes had his position on the other side of the table and watched as they began to sway as she lined up her shot. As the aim of the Cue Ball met its target and the One Ball hit the back of the pocket and fell into it, she rose up from her position over the ball and moved on to the next without a thought in the world about her free swinging breasts entertaining her brother.

She was shooting them all, totally focused on her position on the table. She seemed like she didn’t have a care about being nude from the waist up but was concentrating on hitting her mark on the balls. Then the unthinkable happened; she aimed at the Six Ball in a finely cut shot but missed it entirely and the Cue caromed off the rail, striking the nine ball squarely, sending it down the length of the table towards the corner pocket. She suddenly ran for it and stopped it with her hand.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” she said immediately. “It didn’t go in… I mean it wouldn’t have gone in would it? Oh Wes, let me shoot it again.”

The look of devastation was written all over her face as she was trying to justify cheating to her brother. But no matter how much she pleaded with him, he wasn’t about to let her get away with it. She had lost and he had won but the tears starting to build in her eyes told him that there must be another way.

“Okay,” he finally relented. “Here”s what we will do, double or nothing. If you win then I’ll take off my boxers and you can keep on your panties. If you lose, then you take off your panties and you have to do what ever I say for the rest of the night.”

“The rest of the night?” she argued. “That’s too much if I lose. How about five minutes?” she asked.

“No way,” I countered. “I’ve won already but I’m just having some sympathy for you. No Peggy, it’s got to be for the rest of the evening.”

“An hour?” she said in a pleading voice. “Please?”

Glancing at his watch and seeing that it was 8:30, he said, “Two hours. That’s my final offer.”

“You’re going to lose anyway so rack them up and I’ll take my shot,” she said in defiance.

“You’re forgetting that it’s my shot and make sure that you rack them tight this time,” Wes told her.

She started moving the balls within the rack and finally, squeezing them tightly together, she asked, “Will that one do?”

“Just stand back,” as he drew his cue back and let it fly, the Nine Ball found the bottom of the corner pocket and the light went out in Peggy’s cheeks. She hung her head and looked down at the floor for a second but then looked up with a dreadful smile on her face and put her hands on the waistband of her underwear.

“Whoa,” said Wes. “You’ve got to do what say for the next two hours,” and glancing at his watch again, he said, “and that’s exactly until 10:34 so I’ll tell you went to take off your panties.”

She looked confused and relieved at the same time but when he asked her to get up on the pool table and to walk over and stand right in front of him, she turned a bright shade of red and started to complain.

“Wes,” she asked in a questioning tone. “What are you doing to me? You won so don’t make me do anything embarrassing. God, letting you see me naked is embarrassing enough.”

“Just come over and stand right here,” he indicated where to come.

She sighed a big sigh of indignation and shuffled over to the spot that he had indicated. When she stopped and looked down at his eager eyes, he was staring right at her crotch and at the dimpled texture of her pubis area knowing that her pubic hair lay right below the fabric. He wanted to do this right so he raised his hands up to the waistband and slowly started to tug them down over her body.

“Oh my God Wes, are you going to take my panties off?” she cried out as they cleared her abdomen and exposed the light curly pubic mound to his eyes. She groaned out her embarrassment and closed her eyes as they slowly made their way down her legs to gather on the pool table’s felt. He removed them off of her ankles and then looked up into her delicate little crotch.

The light brown coating of her curly pubic hair shaded the two puffy lips of her young pussy as she cringed at the thought of showing it to her brother. But he was eager to see just what she had down there and determined to touch her with his fingers.

“Spread your legs a little,” he told her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other with embarrassment. “A little wider, that’s it. Wider, now squat down like your peeing or something,” he instructed her.

“Wes, we shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my brother for God’s sake and I’m your sister,” she objected.

“Peggy, I’ve been thinking about doing this with you for the longest time. You’re so sexy that I’m about to cream my pants. God you’re so beautiful,” he told her.

She paused and then opened her eyes. Looking down at him she asked, “You think I’m sexy?”

“O God yes,” he exclaimed.

“Sexier than Carol?” she asked in disbelief.

“Ten times sexier, no a hundred times sexier,” he confessed.

She closed her eyes again and slowly started to squat down with her knees spread wide apart and when she got down as far as she could, her pussy lips were sticking down like two pouty expressions of her new found lust. Wes’s fingers reached out to touch her fuzzy little cunt and when they made contact with her hairy junction, a strange chill ran through her entire body.

“Oh my God Wes,” Peggy cried out at the stimulus. “We can’t be doing this. It’s wrong but it feels so good.”

“Just sit back and enjoy it then,” Wes whispered into his sister’s ear. “Just enjoy it.”

As he said these words, his finger went in between her lips at the base of her slit and drug up her entire pink canal until it reached her clitoris where she jerked away from its contact the best that she could.

“GOD!” scream Peggy, throwing her head back with excitement. “OH MY GOD!”

Wes started to press his two fingers along either side of her lips together trapping her sensitive little hooded node between them, massaging her clit through her lips. It was electric to Peggy as she squealed and wiggled her hips madly in the air. She was lowering and raising her hips to meet her brother’s strokes and she was soon losing her balance.

Noticing her wobble back and forth, Wes whispered to her, “You can drop down on your knees if you want.”

Through her closed eyes and clenched teeth she muttered back, “I love the feeling like I am. I’ll try to hang on here. You’re going to bring me off if you’re not careful and I want to experience it in this position.”

Hearing his sister say those words only increased his enthusiasm for the work that he had to do so he increased his motion and intensity on her swollen clit. His efforts did not go unnoticed and in a few seconds she had fallen to her knees and was panting erratically. He switched his hand position and soon had his middle finger up her cunt just as far as it would go and his thumb was pressing against her clit. She was going wild.

Wes looked up when Peggy went down to her knees and he saw the most wonderful sight right in front of him. They were her two round breasts staring back at him so he bent in and took one nipple into his mouth. She groaned loudly as she pressed herself into his mouth. His hand was working over his younger sister pussy while he was sucking on her tits and she was just about to blow out her juices.

With a final rub on her love button, she jerked her hips towards his hand and convulsed her way to a release that rivaled her first one as she remembered it. She felt the lights go off behind her closed eyes, she heard the sirens wail and felt the juices flow, all tale-tale signs of a great orgasmic experience but he wasn’t quite through with her yet.

As Peggy was whining out her satisfaction of her orgasm, Wes kept his finger buried in her cunt as he had little trouble lifting her up off of the table and onto the floor. Standing there with his hand still on her pussy, he once again lifted her up and walked over to the sofa and laid her down on it. Standing there above her, he said to her, “You can take off my boxers now.”

Without missing a beat, she reached over and took them by their legs and yanked them down around his thighs, allowing his rock hard cock to spring free of its restraint. It was sticking straight back at her so she dropped his underwear and grabbed on to his cock. She stared rubbing it along the entire shaft and as he removed his boxers completely and stepped out of them, she started jacking him off with her tender young hands. He felt the warmth of her hands as they glided up and down his foreskin causing him to rapidly feel it down in his gut.

He took her hands off of his cock and lay down between her wide spread legs on the couch. She looked hesitantly at him as if to object and then said, “Oh Wes, I want to but do you think that we should?”

“Peggy, you are still on the pill aren’t you? He asked.

“Yeah, but, ah, you’re my brother and I don’t know if we should do it or not. Playing around with each other is one thing but to actually do it is quite another,” she said to him. She was looking up at him with her lower lip placed between her front teeth with a doubting look in her eyes.

He said to her, “Peggy, I know that incest is wrong because if you would become pregnant than the baby could be, well not right in its development, but since you are on the pill and your not supposed to get pregnant then I don’t see what difference it makes who you do it with. I’m your brother yes, but I’m a guy and you do love me don’t you?”

“Yes I love you Wes, but to do it with your brother is kind of weird or something. I think that I’ll have to think about it for awhile,” she told him.

His bubble just got burst by her last remark so he scooted off of her and placed his hand down on her inner thighs. Feeling the softness of this part of her legs caused him to start caressing her there and he slowly started to move his caress up her legs towards her crotch. Her eyes closed as she relinquished her pussy to him. Soon he had his head down there and he was kissing her lips with his gentle, caressing mouth.

She had never experience anything close to having her pussy licked before, in fact, her experience was limited to one time with a senior and that happened a year ago. He had taken her virginity and then dumped her like so much left over meat but she never forgot her first time. And now she had another first time to keep in her memory.

She felt his tongue as he separated her lips down there and then it worked its way up to her hooded node and made contact with it, she threw out her tummy as she sucked in her hips and her hands flew down to grab her brother by his ears.

“OH GOD WES! OH MY GOD! OH SHIT IT FEELS SO GOOD!” she screamed ramming her hips back into his oral assault. “OH FUCK OH SHIT YES OH YES YOU SUCKER, TAKE IT INTO YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK IT, SUCK IT HARD!!” she demanded.

He did as he was told but he also reached up to her tits and squeezed one for all he was worth. She felt the pain but didn’t cry out and really relished the sensation. He placed his other hand down at her opening and rammed his middle finger up her vaginal opening and started finger fucking her with all of his might. She was going wild with stimulation and then she said the magic words.

“Oh Wes, put it in me, put it in me deep and fuck the shit out of me. Yes Wes, oh fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she yelled.

Withdrawing his hand and face from her crotch, he scooted up and placed his engorge cock right her opening and slowly lay down upon her and started to impale her pussy. The head had penetrated her lips and had started into her opening and as it continued down the long, dark canal, her walls separated just enough to allow the intruder to enter. Her walls clung to it all the way in and Peggy felt it stretch out wide until it reached the bottom, well into her womb. She exhaled and felt the fullness before he started to remove it from her cunt.

“Oh God Wes, we’re doing it, we are really fucking and it feels so good. I can feel you way down in my pussy and I can feel it as you bring it out. Oh Wes, please put it back in me, please oh please. Fuck me with it Wes, fuck me hard,” she cried.

He had started pressing it in again but when she begged his to fuck her hard, he rammed it in her all the way as her breath rushed out of her lungs in a loud grunt that made him want to do it again. So, pulling it out of her tight little hole and taking good aim, he impaled her in one gigantic thrust of his hips and she let out a loud cry of pleasure and pain at the same time.

She locked her heels around his butt as she grabbed on to his back. She was riding his every thrust as if her life depended on it and soon she was nearing another orgasmic experience. She was throwing out her chest as she kept up the pressure against his driving hips and was sucking her lungs full of air. Then she had to unhook her heels from around his waist and dig them into the cushions of the sofa that they were laying on. She was arching her back in ecstasy and then she cried out, “OH WES, I’M GOING TO CUM! WES, OH WES I’M, I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMMINNNGGGG!!!” as she threw herself into a long, hard orgasm that shuck her very foundation.

Just as she released her eruption like a class five volcano, brother Wes felt his urge reach his cock as it was rapidly ramming into her cunt hole and then he felt his release as he splashed his sperm deep into her womb and he let out with a grunt all of his own. He felt lightheaded but he continued to slam his hips into her sloshing wet pussy as he saw the stars in his head behind his closed eyes. He felt his full lungs strain to exhale the air that had been trapped for so long a time and when he managed to release it in the sound of the grunt that he made, he followed it up with another and another in time with his hips.

He slobbered all over her shoulder that he had buried his mouth upon as he fought for his sanity. She was jerking her way into an exhaustive trance but any little stimulation would cause her to awake with a shutter or a mild convulsion. But when they both got their wits back to a point where they could think once again, they each fell into a state of unconsciousness and slept as they ended up with Wes lying on top of Peggy’s wide spread legs.

They awoke just as they had gone to sleep embracing their new found sexual desires for each other. Peggy sighed loudly in a sign of contented acceptance of what they just did and Wes just had a grin on his face that would stop a train. They each were happy with their decision to consummate their desire for each other and they knew that they had some soul searching ahead of them but as they lay there on the sofa their only thoughts were those of love and enjoyment.

“What are we going to do now,” Peggy asked.

“I don’t know. Do you want to play some more pool?” Wes suggested.

“What do we play for now that we have gone all the way?” she asked.

“I can think of lots of new adventures and places where we could go other than where we went tonight. Have you ever heard of back door sex?” he suggested with a wry grin on his face.

She looked shock and she punched him in his shoulder but after a moment to think about it, she asked him, “Do you want me to rack them up?”

He just smiled and looked at his watch and said, “Sure, I think we can get in a quick game tonight.”

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a good story but not up to some of your earlier stories.

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tagBDSMHeeding the Call

Heeding the Call

byEnshrouded Cutie©

Valari clicked off the computer monitor, her hand shaking as the button depressed. Her courage faded with the image on the screen. One thought ran through her mind-I shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have given him my number. As she bit her bottom lip the subtle flavor of her cherry lip gloss filled her mouth. She pushed back the desk chair and took a sip of water, sloshing it around in her mouth before swallowing it.

She left the computer room, her bare feet making small shuffling noises as she paced the livingroom. She turned on the television and sat down on the sofa. She flipped through the channels until she found Dexter's Laboratory, then tossed the remote to the cushion beside her.

She glanced over at the cordless phone. It was on the table opposite her. She moved from one end of the sofa to the other so she could be closer to it. She pulled her bare feet up, tucking them beneath her and ran her thumb over the nail of her big toe. She needed to repaint them. The light green polish was badly chipped on all of her nails.

She turned her hazel eyes to the clock beside the television. Only one minute had passed since she logged off the Internet but it seemed as if an eternity had gone by. The phone taunted the corner of her eye. He's not going to call you, it said. He just wanted to see if you'd be stupid enough to give him your digits. What could be possibly want with a twenty year old? Valari shook her head. She wasn't going to listen to that. He cared. He wouldn't have asked for her number and then told her to sign off if he didn't intend to call. He was honest. He was one of the good ones. She could trust him.

The second hand on the clock moved. Two minutes. Valari ran her fingers through her black curls. She was beginning to give in to the phone's way of thinking. A breeze blew in through the open French doors, tickling her, teasing her in a way.

The phone rang as DeeDee's screeching laughter erupted from the television and Valari jumped. Her eyes darted to the phone as her dachshund ran through the room, barking. She kept her hands on her thighs.

One ring seemed to desperate.

Two rings and the dog was still barking too much.

Three rings and she picked up, her pet running now through the kitchen. Her fingers were shaking as she picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" she said, wincing as she heard how her voice shook.

"Hi," a soft voice said, calm and expectant. "Valari?"

She nodded. "Caleb?"

The soft voice laughed, a tickle of the throat. "You sound nervous." She couldn't hide it. She admitted it to him. "I like that."

Valari let out a shaky breath and smiled. "Somehow I knew you would."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in the living room. On the sofa."

"Are your feet up? On a table?" Valari shook her head. Her feet were tucked up beside her on the sofa. "Socks and shoes?" She was barefoot. Caleb gave a pleased chuckle. "You must look so shy sitting like that."

There was a pause and Valari bit her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes together. This was a mistake, she thought. He's going to hate me after this. She was shy, quiet to a fault even when she wasn't having phone sex for the first time. But now it seemed like so much more of a curse to her.

"If I were to walk in and find you sitting like that-I bet you're biting your lip aren't you? Nervous, a little scared. But extremely excited at the same time, aren't you?"

Her mouth was dry. "Yeah." She wished she had brought her water with her.

"Good. Good," Caleb said. "Now, if I were to walk in and find you like that, what would you do? What would you want to do to me?"

Valari paused. They had chatted a few times on-line, role-played, so she knew what her character would have done there. But this was no longer within the confines of a computer screen. She had no clue what to do now. "I don't know." This time she managed to control the shaking of her voice. "I don't know what you'd want me to do."

"But you have some ideas. You'd want to come to me. Hug me. Kiss me." His voice grew lower as he continued his list. "Please me. Give yourself over to me."

She nodded. "Yes."

Caleb sighed loudly, then let out a low growl. "Don't mind me. I just slid my hand into my jeans. You arouse me so much, Valari."

Valari let out a nervous giggle.

"Where is your hand? In your pants yet?"

She shook her head. "Not yet."

"But your hips are moving. Pushing you down onto the sofa?"

Again, "not yet."

"You know, if I did come home to find you sitting on my desk, it would be the highlight of my day." Valari smiled. Earlier in the day she had seen Caleb's status as "away from my desk' and sent an Instant Message *Sitting naked on your desk Indian-Style* for him to see when he returned. "And if I did find you like that I'd push you back gently, not saying a word. Never saying a word. I'd spread your legs and step between them."

Valari's eyes drifted closed, the image Caleb was detailing playing out in her mind. "And I'd take you right there. Never saying a word. Just using you like you need to be used. Because you do need to be used, don't you, Valari?"

She nodded. "Yes." Her voice was low, but Caleb heard it.

"You're a little slut at heart, aren't you?"

She nodded again. "Yes." She stood, unable to behave any longer. She glanced out toward the street, making sure her parents' van wasn't coming now. She moved to the kitchen, peering through the back door to make sure the garage door was still down.

"What are you doing? I can hear you moving."

"Making sure we're not going to get caught."

Caleb laughed. "You like that, don't you? The thrill of getting caught? We might have to experiment with that sometime. Just not with your parents." He laughed again.

Valari entered her bedroom, leaving the door open so she could hear. She left the light off and moved to her bed. She lay down on her back.

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm undoing my jeans," Valari said as she did it. She pushed her jeans and panties down and tossed them to the floor beside her neatly made bed. She held the phone between her shoulder and ear and unbuttoned her shirt, removing it and her bra.

"Good girl," Caleb said. "Now lay back." Valari did as she was told. "Are your legs spread wide for me?" Valari shook her head and described how her legs were-pressed together and leaning toward the wall.

Caleb made a pleased sound. "So shy about your arousal."

"I'm sorry," Valari whispered.

Caleb laughed. "Don't be sorry. Just spread your legs. Slide your hand down. Feel your clit for me." Valari obeyed, her legs parting and sliding down. Her fingers parted the lips of her labia, her index finger sliding over the tip of her clitoris. She was surprised by how wet she was already. She couldn't remember a time she had been soaked as she was now. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sighed into the phone.

"What's Valari doing? Is she being a good little slut for me?" His voice was deeper, lower now. She nodded and murmured a "yes" even though she was certain he wouldn't hear it.

"Answer me, Valari. Where's your hand now?"

Her mouth was dry. She tried to swallow. "At my cunt," she said.

She could hear Caleb's smile. "Good girl," he said. She let out a noise that was halfway between a moan and a whimper. She liked the way he said that. "Would you like Caleb's fingers there? Nice and strong. Long."

Valari's fingers slid through her wetness, sinking into her. She gasped as she pressed her fingers deeper. Normally she only played with the hard nub of flesh. It had been quite a while since she had anything inside.

"Good girl, Valari," Caleb said. "Think of my watching you. You thought you were all alone but I returned early. Found you on my bed. And just stood there watching you. Pulling out my rock hard cock. Pumping it while I watch your fingers slide in and out of your cunt. Your dripping cunt. You hand getting nice and slick."

Caleb moaned, another soft sound. She focused on the wet noises coming from between her legs. A day before she would of thought the noises disgusting, would have turned on the television to drown them out. But now it seemed like they needed to be there. The sounds were a part of this too.

Her fingers began working a little faster, in and out, when she heard Caleb groan. "God, you make me so hard, Valari," he said. "The thought of you there, doing this for me, trusting me enough for this-Move your hand back to your clit. Pinch it." Valari did as she was told. A small gasp escaped her lips.

"No, not like that. That's not how a slut's clit is treated." Valari pinched harder, Caleb's hard strong voice skirting through her brain. "Use your nails," he said. "Like they're my teeth." Valari yelped as her fingernails sunk into the tender flesh. "Biting you. Pulling." Her fingers tugged her clit hard. She yelped again, a deeply pleased moan. "Such a good little fucktoy you'll make me someday, Valari."

She had never thought she would enjoy being called such a harsh thing, but it sent her fingers working faster, harder. The wet sounds grew louder.

"My tender young fuckmeat," Caleb crooned in her ear. "Would you like that? You need to be my slut, don't you?" Valari moaned an affirmation. "You need to please me. Let me use you however I will. Isn't that right, fucktoy?"

Valari cried out in answer, her hips twisting, thrusting upwards. Her mouth was open, dry as if all of her fluid had flowed to the center of her body. Her fingers worked faster still, pressing harder. Slicing through her folds as they mashed down against her rigid clit.

Caleb growled in her ear. "Do it, Valari. Come for me like a good little slut."

Her soft moans grew louder when Caleb announced that he was about there. Her fingers pressed harder, pointing downward to let her nails aid in the assault. Caleb moaned her name, his voice jerky, and Valari knew he was coming for her. The thought that she-she mousy bookworm that she was-had had a hand in making a man climax made her own orgasm even more intense.

Her head bore down hard into her pillows as her entire body arched. Her legs pressed further apart and she was all too aware of the vain grasping occurring deep within her. She wanted desperately to plunge a hand into the wetness, give it something to spasm around. But that would mean either abandoning her clit or dropping the phone and she was not prepared to do either.

"Do it, Valari. Keep going," Caleb coached.

Valari's body jerked, spasmed. She gave a long low moan as the whole of her tension left her. Her right hand jumped away, resting on her thigh. As usual, she was way too sensitive to continue right after an orgasm.

Caleb groaned and Valari could hear his smile. "You told me you were quiet," he said, "but I still got to hear you. Thank you."

Valari purred softly. Her knees came up, pressed together. They swayed back and forth, squishing her wetness while her hand toyed idly with her Mound of Venus. "Thank you" she said.

"You're welcome." His voice grew a tad serious. "How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful," she said. "I don't want to move. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll loose this feeling."

Caleb chuckled. "Oh really?"

"Really." Valari nodded. She brought her hand up and smile at it. It was coated with a mixture of clear and white where it had gathered most, and wrinkled as if she had left it in a sink too long. She licked her fingers dry, then draped her arm across her forehead. She sighed happily.

"What are you doing now? Where is your hand?" Valari told him. "Where's the other?"

Valari laughed. "Holding the phone."

Caleb laughed with her. "Brat."

Valari's smile grew as she slid off of the bed. She stepped into the bathroom beside her room and turned on the faucet.

"What's the water I hear? Are you washing your hands?"

"Yes. My fingers are still all sticky."

Caleb made a pouty growl. "I wasn't done with you just yet." Valari's hand froze under the stream of cold water. She glanced at herself in the mirror, strangely excited by her own reflection. The wicked grin, flushed breasts, didn't seem to belong to her. The matted curls weren't owned by the college sophomore who spent most of her free time hiding in the library stacks. The wanton girl staring back at her didn't waste her time with the printed word.

She liked the look of this new girl.

"Get back on the bed," Caleb said.

"Yes." Valari hurried back to her room.

"Sir," he corrected. "Yes, sir."

Valari nodded as she sunk against the multihued bedspread. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now, remember I told you I was going to push you some each time? That's part of your training, right?" She nodded again, her hand shaking a little against her raised knee.

"Spread your legs." Valari obeyed, her eyes closing slowly. "Play with your clit for me. You didn't clean up did you? You're still wet?"

"Yes, sir."

Caleb moaned his approval. "Excellent. Now, finger your sweet unused cunt. Two fingers. Deep." His voice was gentle now, no longer the barking driver who had christened her his fucktoy. "Get them very wet, Valari."

She did, stroking her fingers slowly in and out of her, curving them to hit her favorite spot.

"Now stop fingering, Valari." A few more times in and out and Valari obeyed. "Slide your fingers back, away from your cunt. Get your hole nice and wet."

Valari whimpered but her brain was incapable of telling her fingers to stop. Though they were on opposite ends of the country, she was totally at Caleb's mercy-or lack thereof. "Caleb, please," she whispered. "I can't."

"You can. Just stay relaxed." His don't didn't change from that of a caring coach. "Just relax. Valari tried to obey. She took a deep breath and spread her wetness around her starred hole.

"Good girl," he whispered. "Now, get another finger wet. Extremely." Valari obeyed, sinking her finger deep. She curved it, trying to scoop out some of her slickness. "You know what I'm going to say next, don't you? You know because you're a good girl and good girls anticipate what their master is going to ask of them."

Valari made a little moan. Part of her had been hoping that Caleb would hear her apprehension and not make her go through with this. Another part of her knew he would take no such pity on her.

"Relax, Valari," he said again. "Take a deep breath. Let me here it, baby." Valari obeyed. "Good girl. Now press. Press your finger into you ass, baby."

Valari whimpered but still found herself unable to stop. She concentrated on making her body relax as she pressed against her hole. She but her bottom lip as her finger dressed deeper into the tightness. Caleb made a pleased sound when he heard her.

"I'm stroking myself again," he whispered. "Just imagining you doing something you've never tried before. Knowing you're doing it all for me. My good little slut." He groaned again and Valari's finger sunk deeper.

"You like that, slut? Does it feel good in your ass?" Valari whispered that it did, her stomach churning at the thought of being untruthful with him. "Pump your finger. Nice and slow." Valari obeyed. Each time she pulled out, her finger was sucked back in. Like her body wanted, needed the finger there. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the new sensations. She had been aroused by the idea of doing something so new, so taboo to her naïve mind, but now that the initial surprise had worn off she found it a little unsatisfying.

"You'll like having my cock there, wouldn't you?" Caleb asked. Valari's fingers moved back to her clitoris. She didn't imagine the feeling would be very pleasurable, but her enjoyment would be derived from his, so she nodded.

"Yes." Her fingers danced across her clit, her pinky and thumb holding her lips open, pressing them down. Caleb groaned into the phone, sending Valari's fingers working harder, pressing her clit back into its hood. They came in relatively in the same instant this time. Caleb called her name thrice, Valari answering each with a moan or cry louder that the first.

For a few moments the only sounds were of their ragged, pleased sighs. Valari laughed a little. "Oh my God," she said.

"What? What's wrong?" Caleb asked.

Valari smiled and closed her eyes. "Nothing. I just can't believe I'm naked on my bed in the middle of the afternoon. I can't believe I just did this with a guy all the way out in California."

She could hear Caleb's smile. "I hope you wouldn't be opposed to doing it again some time soon?"

Valari shook her head. "I would so not be opposed to it."

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Can’t get enough of Suzie and Connor? Check out this bonus scene written by Karen Nappa.

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Early Sunday morning, Suzie was washing dishes when she felt a tug on her hair. She held still, waiting for his orders. Connor leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Go to the bedroom.”

Suzie glanced over her shoulder and was met with determined eyes the color of a primeval forest. “Yes, Sir,” was her automatic response.

She walked up the stairs and hesitated in the hallway. Connor gripped the back of her neck and steered her towards the bedroom.

She walked in and noticed the bed was unmade. She hadn’t left it like that, had she? The pillows were on top of each other on her side of the bed, the sheets and blankets were all on his side. She stared down.

He sent her up here to make the bed? Really?

Connor walked up behind her and reached under her shirt to cup her breasts from behind. He started to massages the soft globes and toyed with her nipples through the thin material of her bra. She moaned.

Okay, they probably weren’t making the bed.

He pulled her jeans down and tapped the side of her ankle in a silent command to lift her foot. She complied automatically. Her panties disappeared in another swift move. He lifted the hem of her shirt and she helped by pulling her arms and head through the holes. Dressed in only her red lace bra she tried to keep a handle on the urge to fidget. Connor again reached for her breasts and teased the nipples into hard buds but left the thin fabric in place.

He gestured for her to sit on the bed and walked behind her. She desperately wanted to follow his moves, but knew better. She wanted to please him more than she wanted to see what he was doing,.

She heard the closet door open and close. He came back, holding his black leather cuffs. He buckled them around her wrists and tested the fit. Snug, but not too tight.

“On your knees.” He commanded and pointed next to the pillows. She did as she was told and he pushed her upper body over the pillows. Her butt high in the air she balanced on the pillows and he held her back to steady her. Connor produced some red rope and tied her cuffs to the headboard.

Suzie registered the rustling of clothes and felt the bed dip as he climbed on, her senses completely focused on Connor.

He sank into her in one brutal thrust and growled. “Ye’re so fucking wet.”

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tagErotic CouplingsJillian & Jason

Jillian & Jason

Jason stepped out into the darkening October sky, feeling a slight chill go down his spine as he zipped up his jacket. He had lived in the northeast all his life, and yet the drastic drop in the temperature that inevitably took place each fall still managed to get to him a little bit each year. He looked at his watch. It was 7:52. Reluctantly, he slung his bag of books over his shoulder and started his way across campus, already cursing himself for skipping class the day partners were chosen for group presentations.

Fortunately for him, he figured that by starting early enough on the project, he'd be able to get the work done with or without the help of his partner, who he had already assumed wouldn't be much help. It wasn't that he minded working with Jillian, she was fun to look at, but her work ethic left something to be desired. They knew each other from mutual classes so she wasn't a stranger. The stories of her taking full advantage of her sorority's deep files on various classes were rather well known within the communications department.

He himself was no saint, having taken advantage of his status as the captain of the school's baseball team to fudge his way out of more than a few assignments. However, when it came to classes within his major, sports communications, he felt it necessary to put forth the full amount of effort. So, it was with reluctance that he made his way down the sidewalk, only the sounds of a few other students making their way across campus, and a few stray leaves crunching beneath his feet.

Another breeze blew across campus, forcing him to zip his jacket up a little bit further over his chest. He pulled his baseball cap down, barely giving his dark green eyes enough room to see the street in front of him, and completely covering his short dark hair. His relatively slender six foot, two inch frame filled out his jeans and his t-shirt under the jacket nicely, and he quietly reminded himself to get up early in the morning to go for a run after blowing it off to work on the project.

After running all of these things over in his head, the project, his workout, his lack of patience for Jillian, who he barely knew, he looked up and surprised himself by realizing that he was already standing in front of her off campus house. It was her suggestion that they work there because they would have more space and be away from the general congestion that came with working in an on-campus lab. Making his way up the steps, he gave a few quick taps on the door and waited, turning his back to the door, watching traffic crawl down the street.

After a moment or so, Jillian answered the door, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a form fitting t-shirt that was partially covered by an unzipped hooded sweatshirt. Jason caught himself noting how well the outfit showed off her ample curves. She was only about five and a half feet tall, with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. In the background Jason could hear the radio playing, and a few lights on in the living room. It was a house she shared with two of her sorority sisters, and was relatively spacious, with all of the bedrooms being upstairs, and a living room, dining room, and kitchen downstairs.

"I was starting to wonder if you were going to find the place" She smirked, taking a mock peek down at her watch as she stepped away from the door to let him in.

"Sorry" Jason cracked, lowering the bag from his shoulder onto a couch "I didn't realize you lived in a different area code from campus"

"Anyway" She huffed, plopping back on the opposite couch, her laptop already open on the coffee table "Let's see what we can get done tonight, and soon, I have a chapter meeting at 10."

"Awesome. This should be fun" he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. He sat himself down on the couch, fishing in his bag for his notebook. Unzipping his coat and setting it aside, he looked up to see her glaring at him.

"Listen" she said sternly, her eyes almost slicing through him. "I'm not a fan of doing this project with a partner either, but I also have other things to do, so we'll just both have to deal, won't we?"

He bit his tongue, gazing back at her from under the brim of his hat, "No, Jillian, you're right, we both need this grade, so let's just make the best of the situation." He had told himself just to be the bigger man, and avoid arguing with her to keep things moving.

So far, it was working. Her gaze finally softened after a moment, and she set her pen down on the table. "You're right." She said. "I apologize, I shouldn't have snapped, things have been totally crazy since I got social chair for the sorority."

He shrugged, shaking his head, reaching slowly into his bag for a pen, "It's not a problem, I get like that too, between school and ball and everything else." He sighed, looking back up at her, "Alright, so what are we doing this thing on?" The same day that partners were assigned, topics were as well, so he got no input into that.

She giggled a little, sounding almost childish "Well, since the class is Gender Communication, obviously we needed to look at doing something regarding how men communicate with women. I figured since you were a jock, I'd pick something you'd be comfortable with, so we're doing it on male athletes and their relationships with women, you know groupies and stuff like that. I was amazed, there was a lot of research done on the subject, so it shouldn't be too hard" She grinned with the satisfaction of someone who had done more work than she knew her partner expected.

He just shook his head, not sure how to react to this statement. "Listen, you must be thinking of the pro athletes, I'm just a college guy, we barely travel anywhere, we don't have groupies, so I don't know why you think that would be high on my list of things to do a presentation on."

She just gave a little laugh, her eyes showing a little mischief now "Come on Jase, like you haven't thought about what it would be like to have a girl in every town you guys play in." Her gaze lowered a little, "or at least a girl in every sorority house on campus."

The comment about "a girl in every sorority house gave him pause. He leaned forward on the couch a little, shaking his head, "I'm sorry if that's what you think of me, but it's not the case, we're not all like that."

She pushed a few strands of hair from her face, resting her hands on her lap, then clapping them together, "No, I know you aren't, I'm just busting your balls, let's get to work."

He nodded, shifting forward on the couch to look at the laptop as she turned it sideways, almost unplugging it. "Here, she said, just sit here so we don't have to keep jacking the computer around."

Jason complied, sliding off of the couch, settling back down on the couch next to her, accidentally letting his leg brush hers as he sat, trying to get a good look at the screen. Jillian made no effort to move away, but didn't react either, instead choosing to point out a few statistics on the screen.

"You can see here where more than 60% of the athletes that were interviewed admitted to some degree of infidelity." She stated matter-of-factly, pausing to look at him. " Why do you think that is?"

He sighed again, rubbing his hand over his eyes. This was becoming more and more trying. He looked at the clock. It was 8:17. He took a deep breath, and replied, "I don't know Jillian, probably because men, when presented with a can't miss sexual opportunity, will jump all over it."

An odd smile crossed Jillian's face, her full lips upturned slightly as she tilted his head, evaluating his comment. "I guess you're right." She replied. "I guess I never really thought about it in those terms." She stood, smiling down at him, stretching her arms above her head, arching her back slightly, her firm full chest straining at her t-shirt. "I'm going to grab a beer, want one?"

Jason shrugged, "That's cool, One won't hurt I'm sure." He looked around the room as she slipped out to the kitchen, noting that it was rather quite in the house, especially for a house with three girls living in it. She returned with two open bottles, taking a moment to lean over him and set it on a coaster on the table. Her hair brushed against his cheek as she leaned down, and he caught himself inhaling her sweet scent, and finding it much more alluring than he expected it to.

She stepped back around the couch, moving to settle softly back into the cushions next to him. Their legs touched each other's again. She had removed her sweatshirt, and now was wearing only a t-shirt. After a brief moment, she ran her hand back through her hair, tucking it behind her ear, then turned to him.

"So, what were we talking about? The fact that guys will take any opportunity that comes their way?" She stated bluntly, staring him right in the eye. Her face couldn't have been more than a few inches from his.

"Well," He started, suddenly searching for words, "there's more too it than that, Jillian, I mean, at least for me, there needs to be some level of interest, you know?" He wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but he wasn't about to stop it. She had placed her bottle on the table and had turned to face him, her leg still resting lightly against his.

"Sure, I know what you mean, but then, I'm a girl, I don't just throw myself at anyone." She stated plainly, her voice dropping a little, letting a hand slide off of her lap to his knee. Starting again, Jillian queried "and for some reason I don't understand, I have this sudden interest in you, can you explain that to me?"

Jason found himself surprised by the directness of her questioning. He looked at the clock. It was 8:39. Pausing, he turned, realizing again how sweet and innocent she looked right now. He bit his lower lip and he began, "Listen, Jillian, I'm flattered, really, and I think that it's probably because we have known each other for a couple of years now, without ever really knowing each other. I'm kind of feeling the same way though, to be honest." He surprised himself even with these words, but he could honestly say that she had impressed him more than he had expected, and not just with her body, not that he could tear himself away from staring at it. He gathered his breath, "Listen, you're very attractive, but I'd just want to make sure of things that's all."

Jillian laughed slightly, then pulled her hand away before standing, "Listen, Jason, I understand, I'm not asking you to get married or anything like that, I just find you very attractive and interesting, that's all." She paused, then commented, "hang on, I hear my cell phone ringing, I'll be right back." With that, she turned on her heel and jogged upstairs.

Sighing, Jason leaned back into the couch cushions. He paused for a moment, ran his hands over his eyes, and his mind raced. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how she looked, her words, her demeanor. Jason wondered if he was making a mistake passing on this opportunity, especially considering how hot she looked right now. He looked at the clock. It was now 8:52. He wondered what he should say, how to act when she came downstairs again. Girls were such a mystery.

Jillian solved the mystery for him.

There wasn't much to think about.

She descended the staircase again, this time having shed a lot more than a sweatshirt. She crossed the room wearing only a white lace bra and skimpy thong. The lack of clothing revealed a well-toned body, bronzed from thrice-weekly trips to the tanning bed, and a small silver loop hanging from her navel. She strode wordlessly across the room, standing before him, hands on her hips. Her nipples were already taut, and slightly peeking through the white lace. A smile crossed her face. This one wasn't as innocent.

"Well," she said breathlessly, "Here I am Jason, yours for the taking. What do you think?"

Jason was speechless. What could he say? He let a few words fumble around in his mouth, unable to coherently form a sentence. Finally, he sat up, touching a hand lightly to hers, not quite pulling on it, managing a thought into words, "amazing Jillian, simply amazing."

She giggled, sounding even more like a little girl now, "Good, I was hoping you'd say that." Smirking, she leaned down, "one problem though, Jason."

"What's that?" He replied.

"Those clothes, they've simply got to go. I'm sorry." She said playfully, kneeling down on the couch, pulling at his t-shirt, pulling it from his jeans, pushing it off over his head and throwing it to the side. Without arguing, he leaned up as she moved for his jeans slowly undoing the belt, loosening it, then drawing down the zipper, pushing them to the floor, forcing his socks off with her feet. This left him in only his boxer briefs, sitting before her.

"Well, that was quick." He deadpanned. "Good to see you don't waste any time."

"Jason," she mocked, "I told you I have a chapter meeting at ten, so I don't have time for games." With that she slide onto his lap, straddling him, pushing him back against the cushions of the couch. Her arms slid around his neck, linking her hands behind him, placing her lips to his for their first kiss.

He didn't fight it. He couldn't, nor did he want to. His hands went instinctively to her hips, grasping them lightly, sliding them up her sides as the kiss deepened. He parted his lips with hers, expertly taking her tongue against his, feeling the soft curves of her lips on his. Pausing, but only momentarily, he moved his hands to her back, then her shoulders, enjoying every inch of her skin before letting them play in her hair.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands teased over her skin. She could feel the tingles as she arched into him, wanting him so badly already, her hands moving to his shoulders, then gliding down his firm chest, pushing her tongue wantonly into his mouth, wanting to taste him so badly. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs as she started to rock her hips instinctively over his crotch.

He felt her rocking against him slightly, amazed at how well her body fit to his, even in this almost fully upright position. Jason's hands traveled down her back, wanting to free those breasts from their final confines once and for all. He unclasped her from behind, pushing the straps off her shoulders and tossed it on the pile with his shirt and jeans. Taking his hands up her torso, he mimicked her movements on his chest until he reached her nipples, taking each between her thumb and index finger, teasing them lightly.

Chills went down her spine as her nipples sprang to attention in his tender grasp. She moaned lightly into his mouth, never breaking the kiss, grabbing his hands with hers, reaching and placing them both firmly on her ass, thrusting against him, pushing her full chest against his, letting her nipples graze across his skin.

Finally breaking from her lips, he turned his attention to her exposed neck, gently locking his lips on it, inhaling her sweet scent. His fingers trailed down her spine gently, his mouth finding her shoulder, and then moved back to her neck. He hooked a thumb inside the waistband of her thong, his voice low and rough from the quickening of his breath, "God, Jillian, you're so hot. I have to have you now."

Her body ached for him now, her hands caressing once through his short dark hair, pressing her mouth hotly to his.

"Jason, seriously, I can't wait anymore either." With that her hands went between them, taking her boxer briefs in her hands, pulling them down quickly. He lifted his hips, helping her pull them off. She stood and tossed them aside, grinning at him. Her gaze went invariably to his thick length. It was at full attention, and seemed to almost beckon to her. She licked her lips and slowly drew her thong down from her hips, kicking it into the pile.

It was now his turn to stare. She was neatly trimmed, with only a small patch of light brown hair in a neat strip just above her moistening mound. Biting his lower lip, he reached to her, his voice low, almost a groan, "Seriously, Jillian, come here, I need to have this right now."

She giggled, slowly moving back into a position with each of her legs outside of his. Her voice reduced to a sultry whisper, she breathed into his ear, "I'm so ready for you right now Jason, please, let me have you."

Testing her words, he gently took his finger and ran it along the length of her slit, feeling a growing wetness there. He paused, drew the finger to his lips, sucking it lightly into his mouth. His voice was low as he savored her sweet taste on his finger, "Yes, I think you are ready Jillian."

Jillian laughed, then reached down, took one small hand and guided it along the length of his shaft, grinning as she looked into his eyes, "I think we're both more than ready, so let's stop talking about it." With that, she pushed her lips back onto his tightly, grasped his thick head, and gently eased it between her moist lips, twitching slightly as it's thickness stretched her initially. It's been far too long, she thought to herself.

Jason wasted little time enjoying the moist wetness of her folds. He arched his hips, feeling his thickness push fully into her, groaning as he did so. His hands found her taut backside, gripping it tightly, biting his lower lip as he broke the kiss and gazed up to her face, loving the contorted look of passion on it. Gripping her rear-end tightly, he moved his lips to hers, and kissed softly.

Her breathing turned rhythmic now, as she reached her hands behind him, gripping the back of the couch, using it to rock against them. They seemed to move in rhythm now, their bodies working in unison towards a mutual pleasure. Soft moans escaped her chest by way of her mouth, and her eyes flitted shut, pushing herself forward to tease her nipples on his chest again. She pushed her hips down, making sure that she had his full length now enveloped by her moist sexpot. She bit her lips, taking one hand off the sofa, moving it down between her legs. Gently, she found her nub, teasing it gently against her fingers, easing it back and forth, curving her hips to allow his shaft to glide against it.

Jason felt her hand travel between them, knowing what she was doing, feeling her find her sweet nub, he moved on hand to her shoulder, gripping her and forcing her down on all the way on his length. He groaned as he did this, pushing up against her, feeling the heat between them growing, the sound of their skin meeting over and over again filling the room.

She moaned softly, feeling his hands roaming about her, the pleasure rippling through her more and more now. The struggle within her began. She wanted to cum so badly for him, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing her could get her off. Leaning to his ear she moaned softly, her voice filled with lust, "Jason, I'm so close baby, s-s-so close." It was almost a squeal at that point.

His own thoughts were becoming blurred by the passion, her words spurring him to arch up against her even more strongly now, his hands gripping her ass tightly. Finally, he moved one to the back of her head, cupping it gently. He pulled her ear to his mouth, his voice very low at this point, "Jillian, I'm so close too baby, I want to fill you so badly."

With those words, combined with the constant stroking of her nub, and the fullness of him with in her, she took away the choice from herself. Jillian threw her head back, gripped his head, pulled it to her chest, and moaned his name loudly as she came. The waves of pleasure ripped through her, her hands slipped to his shoulders, her nails dug into the skin there as she held herself down on the full length.

Her orgasm came so quickly that it almost startled him to the point that he didn't finish with her. As her hips rocked so wildly against his, Jason felt his own orgasm tremble within him. He braced himself against Jillian's chest, moaned loudly, and began the sweet release inside her. His body arched against her as he moved his hips in time with hers, each pump from his hips bringing another wave of his sweet cream inside of her.

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tagToys & MasturbationBreaking in the Sub Pt. 02

Breaking in the Sub Pt. 02

My own personal experience finding a submissive woman and our journey together discovering each other's limits.

After our first meeting at my place, I discovered that the naughty school girl literally lived 6 houses up from my place at her parents' house. She didn't tell me this for starters in case things didn't work out, but obviously I must've made an impression as she finally told me where she lived. I asked her if she still had the school girl outfit that I had seen her in years before, she did! BUT it was packed away as she was between houses, going through a break up as well.

But that's a story for a future time.

During my marriage we had explored different sexual things, we had made videos, etc, we even went out on a limb to start selling adult toys, we purchased some leftover stock from a shop that was shutting down, $3k worth infact!

After our break up, the boxes of toys and items got misplaced, she ended up with most items, but I did have a box in my possession that proved to be very beneficial. In that one box were wipes, cuffs, large dildos, floggers, lingerie, it was a score and a half.

Since our first encounter I had moved bedrooms to the room next door. I made a big wall mounted cabinet and put all these items into like a toolbox in a garage, everything had its own place, my OCD played a big part in this project.

I became kind of obsessed with toys, to the point I started making my own. I was into Steampunk at the time, I created the name Clitomus Gordon, paying homage to the Jules Verne character Artimus Gordon from Around the World in 80 days. I called my creations Hysteria Healers, I designed and built everything from steampunk themed fuck machines, to steampunk themed vibrating seats.

I specifically designed this one fuck machine for my naughty school girl. At first it was handheld, made out of a crudely dissected reciprocating saw, with a heavily altered head. That became even further dissected and made into a floor mounted unit on an old lathe base.

I will admit myself, it looked SCARY! It wasn't designed to look beautiful, it was a steampunk themed sex toy, it had to look old, rough, dirty and very mechanical which it did.

Anyone it scared her a little too much, she never got the pleasure of using it, but i did use it on others and it worked a charm ;-)

One Hysteria Healer that the naughty school girl did like was my first vibrating seat. It was built on an old wooden sewing machine cover, it looked like a saddle of some kind, so that's the idea I rolled with. I cut the top out, installed a high powered flat bed sander with the plate removed and installed a riding saddle onto it. You sat in the saddle and it drove the 'victim' insane. The first time my naughty school girl used it, she was only on it for 2 seconds, and her jaw dropped and eyes rolled back, it drove her wild.

Anyway back to the 'toy box,' I invited my naughty school girl around one night, it was quite late, living so close proved handy! I was working on my computer which was also in my bedroom, she came in sat on my bed, we chatted for a while about what I was doing. She was always interested, didn't matter what it was, she always listened so intently.

I knew the question was coming, it was only a matter of time...'What's that?' she asked, I played dumb while continuing what I was doing 'What's what?' 'The box on the wall' she asked finally. 'My toy box...'

Silly questions bounced backwards and forwards for a bit until she asked if she could look inside. She had no idea what i ment by toy box, until she opened it. I thought she was going to slam it shut and run away, the look of horror on her face was hilarious.

She picked up a flogger and commented about how it would sting, as would the wipe. Then she picked up a paddle which I had made myself out of MDF and commented about how it wouldn't be to bad, and then smacked her arse with it.

That one innocent act is really what set us down the path we traveled, we didn't end up using anything that night, but talked at length about fantasies, ideas, experiences, she agreed to be my toy tester and let me play with her. As she left my bedroom at the end of the night, a smacked her arse with the paddle as hard as I could to see what reaction I'd get.

She simply turned and replied by saying 'Thank you sir, I'll cherish these tingles for hours to come.'

I was stunned by her response and knew I had an opportunity to explore forbidden fantasies!

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