YOUNG WIFE AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER

fter spending the afternoon with her good friend 
Anjali, Zoya couldn't help envying her. The recent 
sexual encounter that Anjali had had with a friend of 
her husband's while she was under the impression that 
it was her husband was very erotic. 

Somehow this had a beneficial spin off for Zoya as well 
and she became even more uninhibited. Their 
relationship also improved drastically and they 
actually discussed the subtle nuances of sexual 
orgasms, what excited them in the other sex etc. 
Perhaps taking advantage of this Salman decided to tell 
her what had been on his mind for a while. 

"Love, If you don't mind I would like to say 
something," he said playing with her nipples. They were 
lying in bed. Zoya was naked and Salman's body language 
distinctly showed that he was aroused.. 

"Sure, go ahead," Zoya was forthcoming. 

"Don't allow anyone who have sex with to discharge 
inside you," he managed to say. 

"Why, you are jealous?" she teased. 

"No, I am not jealous. In fact I care for you. In these 
uncertain times, it is not clear as to who is carrying 
which disease. I have a suggestion. Segregate the 
people who find sexually attractive into two groups: 
one with whom you can go the whole way and one with 
whom you should restrict yourself to oral sex and not 
allow penetration in the pussy." Zoya nodded and kissed 
him. 

"You are such a darling who cares so much form me. 
Sure, I will bear it in mind. Of course you will always 
know but if ever you don't I shall certainly take 
care," she assured him. 

Salman had once worked with a guy named Dave who was 
into photography. Their desks were next to each other 
and they got to know each other quite well. Sometimes 
they would walk to the bus together after work and have 
long philosophical discussion about anything in the 
world. This was told to Zoya by Salman himself. Though 
she found it unusual for someone like Salman at 35 to 
have much in common with a 50-year-old guy but they 
simply had good communication. 

One day, Shekhat ran into Dave near the elevator. 

"Hey, Salman, you going to lunch?" He said. 

"Yeah. I going to try to run over to Connaught Place to 
buy some equipment." 

"I didn't know you were into photography. Mind some 
company?" He asked. 

They walked briskly under the newly laid train tracks 
to the camera store of all camera stores. Zoya and 
Salman had decided to see if photography would be a fun 
hobby and Salman was going to price some equipment. 
Dave was a lifelong photographic hobbyist and at times 
he did some professional work on the side, such as 
weddings and portraits. He had done some product shots 
for a learning project they had been working on last 
year. 

"So, what kind of equipment are you looking for, 
Salman?" Dave asked. 

"I dunno. I guess some lights and filters and stuff. I 
already have a nice Canon camera and a bunch of lenses. 
Zoya told me to spend some money on some good 
equipment, kind of a birthday present for me." 

Dave looked at Salman and said, "Do you want me to show 
you what kind of stuff I would buy? Maybe I could help 
you throw together some stuff. What kind of photography 
are you interested in?" 

"I was thinking of some portrait work, some shots of 
Zoya and maybe some of the spontaneous stuff you see on 
the streets..." Salman answered. 

They got to the store and it was packed with great 
equipment. Dave really knew what he was doing and 
before long, they had a pile of stuff, including some 
beginning darkroom equipment, lights and other stuff. 
It took both of them to carry it out of the store and 
back to the office. 

"Zoya is going to blow her top when she sees how much I 
spent. Now I need a way to get it home. I'll take half 
of it home each night." 

"No need. I have my car today. I'll drive you home 
after work. You still live around Green Park?" Dave 
said. 

"Yup and thanks, I'd appreciate it. Don't you have to 
go in the opposite direction?" 

"No problem. Kiran is visiting our daughter who just 
moved to Kolkata. I'm batching it tonight. That's why I 
brought the car." 

After work, they lugged the stuff down to the parking 
garage and into Dave's car. Zoya already knew to expect 
them and she was glad to hear that Salman bought some 
equipment for their new hobby. She was however not so 
very happy to hear about the money that Salman had 
spent. She told him to invite Dave for dinner, she was 
going to get some takeout Chinese for all of them. 

Dave was glad to have something to do. He and his wife 
had an empty nest situation going. Their only daughter 
had married and moved to nearby Gurgaon. They were 
settled into their hobbies, not much excitement but 
they seemed happy. Dave perhaps got a kick out of some 
of Salman's stories and milder escapades. He would 
probably have a stroke if he knew about the other 
escapades like the candour with which both of them had 
visited the resort at St. Tropez. He was an open-minded 
person, he and his wife were actually quite liberal 
about life and lifestyles, as they had been English 
teachers before they retired and moved to New Delhi. 

When Salman and Dave got to the apartment, Zoya was 
back with the food and they chowed down on it with 
gusto. Salman and Zoya were now living in a 2-bedroom 
apartment and it was roomy compared to the last one. 

"You guys look like there is a lot of room for two 
people, Zoya," Dave said. 

"Yes, this is so we don't keep tripping on each other. 
Besides, the second bathroom may serve as a darkroom. 
Did Salman tell you that I have a minor in fine arts 
and photography?" She said. 

"No, he did not. How much experience have you had?" 

"Very little. I was a lot shyer in those days and did 
not try to assert my artistic potential. All people 
tried to do was get me to pose for oil painting and 
photography classes... but I was too shy in those days. 
" 

"Now thinks she controls the world," Salman said with a 
touch of sarcasm. 

Zoya gave him a dirty look. 

"What I mean is that I was just a nineteen year old 
girl and I thought people were trying to take advantage 
of me," she said. 

"How about now, Zoya," Salman said, "What if they asked 
you now?" 

"I think I would look at it differently. I'm older 
now." 

"Yeah, thirty. That's really old," Salman chided her. 

Dave stepped into the family feud and said, 

"You might consider posing Zoya. You are a very pretty 
girl and you look like you have a nice slim figure... " 

"Yeah, hon. We could use you for a subject and try out 
this new equipment," Salman added. She gave him a 
strange look. 

"He's right Zoya. Not for racy pictures but as a chance 
to try out lighting and other effects. If you like, I 
can show you guys some basics of lighting as I do it. 
Zoya, you may have other ideas since you studied it at 
school..." Dave offered. 

"Okay, that might be okay but I want to take pictures 
too, not just stand there like a ninny. I'll let Salman 
learn on me if I can take shots of him too. Deal?" 

"Deal," Salman said, "What is your favorite kind of 
photo, Dave?" 

"You know, Salman, I was going to go to my camera club 
meeting tonight until you invited me here. I have a 
couple of my sample books in the car. Want to see 
them?" 

They politely said yes and he was back in a flash with 
2 large photo albums. He handed them the first one. 
Salman had expected some shots of his grandchildren or 
a vacation but was surprised to see the wide variety of 
photographs he had taken. There were different sections 
in the albums, with pictures of beautiful flowers and 
trees in full color and some black and whites of start 
winter scenes. There were other sections dedicated to 
weddings, baby pictures and other subjects. They were 
beautiful. 

"This is nice stuff, Dave. You are really a pro. What's 
in the other book?" Salman asked. 

"I wasn't sure if I should bring this one in. These are 
a bit more "artistic" and I don't want to offend 
Zoya..." 

"Oh, come on. I'm pretty tough, you know. Now you have 
me curious. Can we take a peek?" She said. 

He handed them the book and was studying their 
expressions as they turned the pages. These were also 
very beautiful pictures, mainly figure studies of 
nudes. Some were sexier than the others were but they 
were all very well done. There was lots of detail in 
the nudes; skin texture and color were handled 
masterfully. 

"These are beautiful, Dave," Salman said, "Who is this 
one nude model that seems to be in a lot of the 
pictures?" 

"Can you keep a secret?" He asked and they nodded. 
"That is my wife, Kiran, about 25 years ago. Don't tell 
her I showed them to you, she would be furious." 

"You sly dog you," Salman said with a grin. 

"No. I think these are beautiful and very romantic," 
Zoya said. "It is a way to remember her when she was 
younger..." 

"And well-built," Salman added. 

Dave was getting visibly embarrassed as his face was 
reddening. 

"I'm sorry Dave. I didn't mean to pull your leg," 
Salman said. 

"No, its okay. It's just that it was so long ago and I 
can't believe how fast time has gone. It seems that 
Kiran was Zoya's age just yesterday," Dave responded. 

He put down the albums and walked over to the pile of 
equipment they had lugged in. They all started opening 
the boxes and then brought out some of the equipment 
from the closet, including some of the stuff Zoya used 
in college. 

"What we need is a good studio area," Dave said. "How 
about this room. We could set up lights and bounce from 
the nice white ceiling onto our lovely subject. " 

"Thank you, sir," Zoya responded. It was obvious that 
she liked Dave by the way she talked to him. "Well, 
let's get cracking." 

Before long they had set up lights in the living room 
and pulled all the furniture from one side of the room 
except for a kitchen stool. Dave motioned Zoya to the 
stool. 

"Now boys, there is one little detail. I was not 
planning on doing a Playboy spread here, got it?" She 
said. 

"That is not the intention, Zoya, we like you just the 
way you are. Are you comfortable with some close-ups of 
your face?" Dave asked. 

"Sure, why not. Should I change or something?" She 
asked. 

She was barefooted, wearing short denim shorts and a 
short plain silk shirt that buttoned down the front, 
untucked and no bra. Her cute belly button was fully 
visible and with a bit of effort her nipples could also 
be seen through the thin material. She was perhaps 
interested in something more than just a passport 
picture, Salman mused. 

"You look great like that, babe," he said while Dave 
was running around the room, adjusting spotlights and 
looking at his light meter. 

They began shooting film, since tons of it had been 
bought that day. Salman spent lots of time through the 
viewfinder peering at Zoya. She was young and pretty 
and he wanted to capture the moment. 

She sat with her legs crossed and uncrossed, they were 
long and tan and he was getting turned on. When they 
pulled the camera back to get some full body and three-
quarter shots; she unbuttoned her top button. 

"Hey, it is getting very hot under these lights. " She 
said. 

Salman walked over and undid a few more buttons. She 
just smiled at this gesture of her husband but did 
nothing to stop him either. She just positioned herself 
forward to show a little cleavage. Dave was snapping 
away. 

"Are we keeping you from anything, Dave. We appreciate 
your help but we don't want to monopolize your 
evening," Zoya said. 

Dave looked up from the camera. 

"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had in 
years. I love taking pictures," he said. "...unless you 
two want to be alone." 

"We want you to be here with us, man. This is fun and 
you seem like a guy who understands art," Salman said. 

"In that case, Zoya if you don't mind, please lean 
forward so your breasts sort of come down a bit... Uh, 
is it okay if I pose you like this? You guys don't mind 
do you?Pardon me, but as a photographer I feel that 
whosoever has a pretty pair of breasts shold be 
encouraged to show it; or else it is nature's bounty 
that is wasted," he stammered. 

Zoya answered by leaning forward with a very sexy smile 
and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. The inner surface 
of both breasts was quite clearly seen. 

"How's this, Dave?" She said. 

He kept snapping shots and changing film. 

"Dave, is it okay if I keep moving Zoya into different 
positions and you shoot them?" Salman asked. 

He agreed so Salman went over to Zoya and pulled back 
her blouse fully, exposing both breasts to him. She 
looked right at the camera. 

"That's good, Zoya, now turn more to the right and lean 
forward a little more. Try crossing your arms below 
your breasts to accentuate them... there, perfect. " 
Dave mumbled as he clicked the camera. Then he stopped 
to change the roll of film. 

"By the way, Dave, how are we going to get this film 
developed with any privacy?" 

"We bought the stuff to do it ourselves, remember?" 
Dave countered as he clicked the camera shut with the 
new roll of film. 

Salman went back to Zoya and brought her shirt back 
over her shoulders. He brought the shirt down lower 
until it was off her completely. She was topless and 
obviously excited since those nipples were erect. She 
did not mind. 

Dave did not mind and Salman certainly did not mind. 
Zoya obviously was in two minds or perhaps three. She 
was getting caught up in the whole scene. 

"Zoya, please. Those shorts! You understand. This is 
the age when you should be bold. Not when you are in 
your fifties and sixties. "Dave's tone was clear that 
he wanted her to get rid of her shorts. She looked at 
her husband for any sign but Salman offered no advice. 
She stood up from the stool and began her own strip 
tease albeit a bit hesitantly, turning her back to the 
camera and pulling off her shorts and she turned 
around, facing the camera in her panties alone. 

After a couple more clicks, Dave was back again 
insisting on a few nude shots if she was not squeemish. 

"I just hope you are not embarassed. Please don't be," 
Dave said.

Suitably encouraged, Zoya sat and took her panties off 
her bare feet. Her pussy was well manicured. The pubic 
hair was trimmed with a triangle covering the mound and 
the silhoutte of the actual lips of the pussy clearly 
visible. 

She stood nude, her face red with excitement facing 
Dave and Salman. It was a very sexy moment but Dave 
never lost his professionalism. 

"This is not embarrassing you, is it Zoya?" Dave asked. 

"Not really, just a bit odd," she replied. 

"This is a photographer's fantasy and in this setting, 
nothing is out of bounds. I shall remain the faceless 
eye of the camera. Continue with whatever you would 
like to do. Also, feel free to kick me out whenever you 
like," he said as he stopped to change his films again. 

Zoya got away from the hot lights and walked over to 
the fridge for a coke. 

"Anyone want a cold one?" She asked, as she came back 
into the room. 

She was amazing, parading around fully nude in the 
house wearing nothing except a light chain in the 
ankles, a couple of bangles, necklace and some 
intoxicating perfume. Their guest was standing there 
and talking with her as if she were fully clothed. 
Salman could see that she had some ice in a glass. It 
reminded him of an incident when she had to take off 
her clothes to entertain certain clients and his boss 
was present all throughout. 

"Hey, Zoya. I don't really know how to say this to you. 
However do you know that if you rub the ice cube over 
the nipples they stand out beautifully. All 
photographers use this. Would you please?" Dave asked. 

Zoya did not reply. She picked one and looked at Dave 
as if asking him for further instructions. 

"Just run them around the edges and they will stand 
out. Looks like they are already out," he said as if he 
were discussing her shoes or something. 

It was true, they were quite excited looking already. 
She was beautiful in the naked state. She walked up to 
her husband and said, "You look like your tongue is 
going to fall out. Do you have anything to say?" 

Salman shook his head. Dave was ready again and he 
asked her if she would be offended by anything. 

"Come on, Dave. I am already nude. I can't take off 
anything more. What do you have in mind?" Zoya asked. 

"Just a few erotic poses. Nothing more. I repeat, if at 
all you feel uncomfortable, I will leave right away," 
Dave said. 

"OK. Tell me," she said. 

"Look, Zoya. A girl can be nude but the lips of her 
pussy can remain hidden if she does not open her legs 
because nature has covered it beautifully with the 
pubic hair. So, I would just like you to open the legs 
slightly so that the eye of the camera can see the 
lovely labia. Which only Salman has been seeing till 
now," Dave said, winking at Salman. 

With that, she kneeled on the floor in front of the 
camera and spread out her knees and bent backwards, 
exposing delicate pink labia and black pubic hair to 
the camera. Dave remained passive and kept shooting. 

As time passed, Salman could see that she was a natural 
for anything exhibitionistic and modeling was for 
indeed for her. He just watched her and got more turned 
on. 

"Now just a minute," Salman said after a few more 
poses. "You didn't think you would get away Scot free 
did you? Dave, you said that you were the unjudging eye 
of the camera. Would you be offended if we got a bit 
more romantic?" 

Dave said no and began to reload again. Salman 
undressed quickly to Zoya's consternation. This was 
very weird and she was quite uncomfortable about seeing 
her husband naked with his friend from work. Dave must 
have read her mind because he said, 

"Zoya, don't be shy or nervous. Just be you. I am only 
an instrument and I will not be taking any of this film 
with me tonight. Just do what you do and we will see 
what develops. Pardon the pun..." 

Both Zoya and Salman laughed at the shop worn pun but 
it broke the tension. They were to consider Dave only 
as an entity connected to the camera and not as another 
human being in the room. 

Salman lay back on the floor and asked Zoya to rub his 
penis back to full awakening. She was feeling 
uncomfortable but only a little bit. The excitement of 
playing with Salman's cock replaced the discomfiture. 
She then took his cock into her mouth and began a slow 
sucking that started to drive him crazy. Dave's heavy 
breathing could be heard but he was remaining 
professional as two nude people were interacting in 
front of him. 

As things got hotter, Salman remained on his back and 
on his prodding she mounted him. It was a very special 
moment for her. She was totally nude and while a 
stranger watched her she directed her husband's cock 
into the luscious folds of her pussy all the while 
maintaining eye contact with Dave who despite the bulge 
in his pants remained a professional to the core and 
kept on clicking. She could feel the firm grip in which 
her vaginal lips held her husband and they made wild 
love, seemingly oblivious to the older man with the 
camera that was recording their lives. Her breasts 
moved freely with the strokes but she just them. They 
both finished in a splendid simultaneous orgasm and he 
caught the whole thing on film. 

When they caught our breath they noted that Dave had 
put the camera down. 

"That was beautiful and spontaneous," he said. "You 
said you wanted romance, that was the essence of 
romance and I got great close-ups of both your faces 
during the moment of truth. These shots will need to be 
touched up and processed in your new darkroom and I'll 
be glad to show you how when you want me to... if you 
want me to," he said. 

"Dave, we really appreciate what you did. It was quite 
a trick for you to get us relax without knowing that 
you were trying to get us to relax. We need to 
reciprocate in some way," Salman said. 

Zoya took the cue and walked over to him, still nude, 
and placed her hand on his crotch. She said, "Dave. I 
know this turned you on as it turned us on to know you 
were watching us. I see that you have quite a nice 
erection and I also know that you are frustrated. Will 
you let me give you some release?" She said as he 
dumbly nodded. 

She led him to where she and her husband had just made 
love. The air was still thick with the musk of their 
body fluids. She had him lie down and she unzipped his 
fly and pulled down his pants and underwear just enough 
to expose a respectable erection. She grasped and 
admired it. It was slightly different from that of her 
husband;a trifle thickr and longer. Before proceeding 
any further she pulled Dave's head down to her breasts. 

"Won't you like to do justice to these just like you 
have done to our poses?" she asked. 

It took Dave no time to take her nipples in his mouth 
and suck them. Zoya moaned with pleasure. Slowly she 
returned her attention to his cock and licked the 
underside. Gradually she made her way to its head which 
was now glistening with pre-cum. It was obvious that 
Dave was very excited. Like an expert, she opened her 
mouth and took just the head of his cock in her mouth 
and sucked at it somewhat like an ice cone. 

After a while she opened her mouth wider and took as 
much of his cock in her mouth as came in. Her eyes met 
that of her husband and an unsaid message was exchanged 
that she would respect the agreement that we had 
entered into. In order to enhance the pleasure for both 
herself and Dave she arranged it such that they were in 
a 69 position. 

While his tongue was finding its way into the depths of 
her pussy, her breasts and mouth were taking care of 
his cock. Soon Dave reached an earth shattering climax 
and discharged his load into Zoya's mouth. The sheer 
force of its expulsion was such that some of it must 
have managed to find its way to her stomach. She wiped 
some over her own body that of her husband and that of 
Dave and that was all. 

While Zoya was on the job, Salman noted that there were 
three shots left in the final roll of film so he 
recorded the image of the naked Zoya giving their 
friend a nice blow job. He got it all on film. 

While Salman put on his jeans, Zoya just wiped herself 
casually but remained naked as they eventually walked 
Dave to the door. For Salman it was indeed a big put on 
to see his wife seeing off someone at the door. Fully 
nude. The lovely breasts, the erect nipples, the 
gorgeous ass, the manicured pussy, the shapely legs and 
the painted toes of her bare feet. All visible. And yet 
so nonchalantly. 

"I hope you had a nice time. I really had a lovely 
one," Dave said. 

"We too had a great evening," Zoya replied speaking for 
both of them. 

"One thing I will say. You have great body confidence. 
Exploit it. And thank you, Salman. You are lucky to be 
married to a sexy and lovely lady."

They warmly said goodbye and he left with a smile. But 
before leaving he again planted a kiss on one of Zoya's 
nipples and motioned Salman to kiss the other one. 
Salman complied and it sent a searing sensation in 
Zoya; to get her nipples kissed at the same time by 
different persons. Dave disengaged himself from the 
nipple and planted a quick kiss on the lips of her 
pussy. 

After his departure both Zoya and Salman had another 
wild session of lovemaking and realized that they had 
crossed another major boundary in their sensual, 
exhibitionist and exploratory journey. 

YOUNG MOM

Vacations are always fun, Rick mused as he thought
about his well-earned break.

     He looked down at his sperm dripping from Melanie's
pussy. That's what he liked about being a DJ. He worked
weekends and evenings. That gave him plenty of time to
fuck his neighbor's wife while he worked nine-to-five.

     "How's my beautiful bride?" he asked the ravaged,
gorgeous blonde.

     Melanie didn't answer. Her head reeled from the
trance/high Rick had induced in her with his beloved
substance.

     Her marriage was not what she had expected. Instead of
a wonderful, happy union with her husband, she was forced
to share her firm and slender body with Rick. They were
Rick's lips that most often met her own. They were Rick's
hands that most frequently groped and massaged her breasts.
And it was Rick's cock that most often pumped in and out of
her tight, little pussy. At least she was on the pill...


     Rick mounted Melanie from behind. "One last fuck
before I go..." he cooed. Melanie's sperm-filled pussy soon
trickled with the new excess. After Rick left her, she
would eventually regain her thoughts, wash herself, and
prepare to make love with her husband. She couldn't end the
cycle -- she knew she needed the pumping of Rick's cock and
the substance that soothed her cravings. She was addicted.
She was his slave. The funny thing was, she enjoyed it.
This was the sex she looked forward to.

   *****

     Rick soon found himself at his destination. Sunny
Florida. He patted his most prized luggage: the pouch in
which he carried his precious substance. He hoped to find a
woman to fuck on this trip. With the substance, he figured
it should be little difficulty.

     He couldn't believe his luck when he stepped onto the
patio of his beach house. He looked to the left, into the
courtyard of the second house adjacent to his, and beheld
the lovely ass, the sexy legs, and the flowing blonde hair
of a fine, young prospect.

     The woman turned slightly, but didn't notice him. She
was tending to two children, probably hers. She knelt down,
and properly adjusted the swim trunks of her little boy,
then the bikini of her little girl. The lean tightened the
hot pink shirt across her chest. Rick felt his tongue was
ready to fall out as he eyed the firm shape of her breasts
through the shiny fabric. He watched the slight jiggle the
constraining pink material allowed as she pulled and yanked
on her children's swimwear. Then her body stopped moving, but
Rick's eyes stayed locked on her breasts. Her body
stiffened, and Rick finally brought his gaze upward. The
woman was glaring at him.

     Rick smiled. He had been caught, but made no effort to
conceal the appreciation of her tits. He returned his eyes
to the pretty sight as he spoke.

     "Hi, my name is Rick. I guess I'll be your neighbor
for a little while."

     The woman folded her arms over her chest and turned
away. "Hello. Sorry, don't expect to see much of me." The
words had a direct meaning.

     "Oh? Plan on getting busy, do ya?" Rick formed his own
meaning.

     The woman scowled, but it looked more like a self-
assured smile. "I have a lot of exciting things planned,
but none of them involve neighbors."

     Very good! This one could look out for herself. The
woman sat down in an opened lawnchair. She stretched out
across it's length. Rick immediately flashed an image in
his mind of sharing that long, wide chair with her. The
woman pulled down a set of sunglasses. The image made her
look cool, but to Rick she was nothing but hot.

     The children went to the beach, and began to splash
each other in the water. The area was quite secluded. The
other beach houses were small and far away in Rick's sight.
So much the better.

     The woman turned toward Rick, who had yet to break his
gaze of her for more than a second.

     "I'm sure you have better things to do than stare at
your neighbor all day."

     "Oh, I love to take in breath-taking sights." he
replied.

     "Me, too." she answered. "Hopefully I can find one or
two. I haven't seen anything breath-taking so far." She
took a sip from a water bottle at her side.

     "Too bad. I'm sure something will pop up." She ignored
him. "Would you like a drink?" Heh heh. A drink with the
substance!

     "No. I don't drink. Except for this." She wrapped her
red, luscious lips around the water bottle, and took a deep
gulp. If it wasn't for the stone fence separating the two
courtyards, she would have seen Rick's cock spring to
attention.

     "What a shame. Well, honey..."

     "Kathy, the name is Kathy. Now please, if you
wouldn't mind, I would like to rest and be with my
children." She turned ahead away.

     "Maybe I could buy you dinner tonight?" Rick was still
willing to try conventional ways to get sex. And if they
failed, the substance would wind up doing the job.

     Kathy sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm here with my boyfriend."

     "Oh..." Guess it would have to be Plan B. Oh well.

     Rick continued to stare at Kathy's body. The
tight, hot pink shirt did nothing to conceal the
tantalizing shape of her chest. Her golden, smooth legs
extended wonderfully from her shorts and ended in a pair of
dainty, paler feet. Rick strained his eyes on her hips,
trying to determine if the black he saw against her flesh
was a bikini, or her panties. She turned her head quickly
and caught him eyeing her once again.

     "Look, you're not going to have sex with me, Ok?"

     Rick was a little taken by surprise.

     "I... I..."

     "I'm not an idiot." Kathy had the tone of a
scolding mother. "I see how you're looking at me. You think
that just because I'm you're neighbor I'm going to hop this
wall and beg you to take me." She sighed at Rick's feigned
ignorance.  "Don't deny it! I know you want to have sex
with me."

     "Honey," Rick eyes her intently, "I want to fuck you."

     Now Kathyn was taken aback, but she quickly composed
herself. "Whatever you want to call it... I'm not interested,
either way. I'm here with my boyfriend. We are gong to have
sex tonight. I am going to fuck HIM!"

     "Ok, ok..."

     Both of them heard the sound of the telephone from
inside Kathy's beach house. She gave him one last
spiteful look, then headed inside to answer it.  Rick
watched her all the way in, never letting his eyes break
from her firm, little ass. He was disappointed to see she
had taken the water bottle with her. Damn! If she had left
that out, he would have had his chance!

     It was a good while before Kathy re-emerged. Her
children had run in and out of the house, playing God-knows-
what. Rick watched for her, intent on his prey. Hoping for
the right moment to strike... Finally, Kathy did re-
appear.

     "Hey, listen I'm sorry for what I said." He offered.

     Kathy looked at Rick, ready for another defense.

     "You caught me off guard back there. I was just trying
to be friendly." He added.

     Kathy wasn't sure if he was sincere, but realized
she had been the first to turn nasty. "It's my fault. I
shouldn't have barked at you."

     "I didn't mean to be too forward, I just thought
dinner with a beautiful woman would be a great way to start
my vacation." Of course, he knew fucking the beautiful
woman was his intent, but he couldn't say that.

     "Friends?" he offered a handshake.

     Kathy eyed him, trying to read anything on his
face worthy of distrust.  "Friends." She answered. She
walked up to the fence, and shook his hand --  still
untrusting but hoping he was sincere.

     The next couple of hours offered some inspiring views.
The landscapes, the waves, the vegetation, Kathy's
legs, Kathy's bent-over-ass. Rick patted the substance
he carried in his pocket. He was growing antsy. Every
passing second seemed add to the pressure of his hard-on.
Her thin little arms... her flowing hair... and those cute
little titties under that hot pink shirt! But how could he
get her to take the substance? He looked hopelessly at the
water resting beside her on the patio. If he could only get
to it...

     They hadn't spoken since their handshake. Rick sat in
his own lawn chair, stealing glances of her when he got up
to refresh his drink. He noticed some suntan lotion next to
the water bottle. A conversation topic!

     "Aren't you going to work on your tan?"

     Kathy gave him a cautionary look. He had behaved
for awhile, and hoped he hadn't re-discovered a hard-on.
She figured he was hoping to see her in the bikini she had
on underneath her shorts and top. She wished she hadn't
worn such a skimpy one. She had intended to work on her
tan, but not if it meant exposing any part of her that
might kick him into high-aggression.

     "I might." She answered flatly.

     "So where is your boyfriend now?"

     Kathy didn't mind answering this. He would surely
give up when she informed him of her intended lover.

     "He's coming on a later flight. We weren't dating when
I originally made this reservation, so we couldn't fly
together." That was true. She had only been dating Dave for
a month and a half, though she had first met him seven
years before. He had tried and tried to get her to date
him, but gave up when he saw her sucking her ex-husband's
dick at a party. She realized she picked the wrong man to
blow and marry. After two kids, the marriage fell apart.
She ran into Dave, and decided to give a `nice guy' a
chance. He had been wonderful so far, and fully understood
her wish not to have sex right away. But she was going to
make love to him tonight. He deserved it. She was eager for
their first time.

     "Looks like the sun is already starting on you..." he
said, pointing at her arms and legs. "Want me to rub some
lotion on them?"

     Oh, here he goes... "No, I'm ok."

     She called her young son over to her.

     "Bobby, will you put some lotion on mommy?"

     She sat down and let her son rub the lotion on the
bare portion of her shoulders, back, and neck. She could
have done it herself, but wanted Rick to see her let
someone besides him do the honors. He saw, and just smiled
back at her. His smile turned somewhat frownish however, as
she let her son spread the clear lotion onto her easily
accessible arms, and then the length of her smooth,
beautiful legs. Her son wasn't rubbing it in, SHE was!

     Kathy rested smugly. That should end it...

     The day continued on. Rick was going insane. If he
didn't get an opportunity to drug Kathy soon, he might
lose his chance to fuck her. He had eyed her water bottle,
hoping he could get it long enough to put the substance in.
But she always carried it. She made a few trips inside, but
always took it with her.

     Finally, he had to make a trip inside himself. He
strode into his beach house, rubbing his sore penis as he
headed for the bathroom. He couldn't shake her image from
his mind. The hot pink shirt seared in his memory with a
yearning he felt in his crotch. He had to see her again...

     He opened the bathroom window ever-so-slightly. Good.
He had a view of her. It wasn't the best angle, but it
would have to do. He looked down the length of her body,
wishing he could taste, touch, and feel every inch of her
flesh. What a sight she was, here on this magnificent
beach. The sun, the sand, the crest of the waves, Kathy
unbuttoning her shirt.

     Rick almost had a heart-attack at the unexpected
sight. Kathy's breasts bobbed in a tight, skimpy, black
bikini top. Evidently she thought Rick had left, and was no
longer uncomfortable baring her sexiest parts. She  pulled
off her shorts, and the glint of the black bottom sparkled
in Rick's eyes.

     Rick slid his hand into his shorts. He stroked himself
as Kathy stretched out on the blanket. The rub of his
cock made him desperate for her. Desperate for her cunt.

     Kathy was about to open her shirt when Rick saw
her jump to her feet -- not because she saw him or heard
the slapping of his cock, but because her daughter was
crying down by the water. She raced to her child. Rick
watched the beautiful mother comfort her offspring.
Evidently, the little one had gotten sand in her eye. She
led her into the beach house -- leaving her belongings
unattended.

     Rick pounced. He pulled up his pants and raced for the
door. In a blink he hopped the separating stone fence and
immediately grabbed Kathy's water bottle.

     Empty...

     Fuck! Nothing to mix the substance with! Rick was
desperate, he had to have this woman, he had to fuck her.
But now what?

     Then he remembered something. Something he had been
told when first given the substance.

     It works through the skin.

     There it was, that fuck-saving tanning oil. Rick
grabbed it, his hands shaking with nervousness. It wouldn't
do him any good for her to come out and catch him here! The
cap came off easily. The substance went in easily. Rick
place it in its original position.

     He leapt back over the fence and made his way back inside.
Please, please let her use more of that lotion! He resumed
his position at the bathroom window... hoping...

     Kathy re-emerged from the house, and took a
noticeable look into Rick's courtyard. Confident he wasn't
looking, she removed the hot pink shirt that dangled open
in front. She sat back in her chair, now clad in the bikini
only. She reached for the lotion.

     Rick was careful not to jerk himself to ejaculation as
Kathy oozed the oil into her hand. He wanted to. He
wanted to cum right then as she spread the lotion onto her
breasts. They looked so fucking good glinting in the sun.
She took careful measures applying it to her generous
assets. She seemed to enjoy it -- lingering her hand on the
soft, rounded flesh for much longer than necessary. She
looked again towards Rick's courtyard, and seeing she was
still alone, spread the lotion onto her thighs.

     How long should he wait? How long until the effect
kicked in? Would it work the same way through the skin? His
past experiences would hopefully help him here. He waited
for the familiar writhing motion. The motion induced by the
substance that more than anything else revealed her
condition.

     But it never came. Kathy rested comfortably in the
chair, and never writhed a centimeter. Was it working? Was
it working? Rick paced his bathroom with desperate longing.
He couldn't jut go over there. He couldn't just grab her
if the substance hadn't kicked in.

     Time seemed to pass like lightning. Kathy dabbed
some lotion on herself from time to time, but never displayed
any extreme sexual heightening. She teased her breasts with
her massaging hands, and even seemed to run her fingers
ever-so-close to that treasure between her legs. But she
didn't seem wasted. She didn't seem excited. Before long
the sun was obviously in a setting stage. No more lotion
would be applied. No more tanning.

     In fact, Kathy told her children to go in the
house. They ran in, laughing and playing. Kathy stood
up, the beautiful folds in her shiny black bikini bottom
glinting sexuality to Rick's worshipping eyes. Her breasts
jiggled a bit more freely now that they were freed from the
tight shirt. Her body seemed more tan, and looked like a
definition for the word `sex.'

     Kathy lifted the hot pink shirt onto her
shoulders, and slid her delicate arms through the sleeves.
Then she stood. Her head was drooped, almost as if she had
fallen asleep while standing. She stumbled. She caught
herself on the chair, but the motion gave Rick all he
needed to kick him into high-gear. Her right breast
fell out of the bikini.

     Rick eyed the exposed nipple for only a second. He was
far away, but he planned to get closer. A lot closer.

     Kathy regained her balance, and placed her breast
back inside the skimpy top. She turned, and again almost
fell. She rested one knee on the chair while she worked at
the buttons on the hot pink shirt.

     Rick was through his door, his eyes fixed completely
on Kathy. Her back was turned to him, and he could see
the motions of her buttoning up her shirt. He hopped the
fence and moved towards the woman he was going to fuck.

     Her arms stopped as he placed his hand on her
shoulder. They froze, motionless. Rick was trying to
determine how she was going to react. Kathy... her mind
was trying to comprehend what was happening. Her body
froze. Her hands locked in place on one of the buttons.

     That touch... that touch... her mind swirled around
the sensation, but struggled with the meaning. Something
told her it was bad, but she didn't know why...

     Rick moved his other hand to her other shoulder, and
started gently rubbing.

     That feels good... Kathy's mind thought.

     Her supporting leg started to buckle. Rick guided her
onto the chair, continuing his massage in the process.
Kathy lowered her other knee onto the lawnchair, and
sat on her calves.

     "What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head up
to him. Her voice was slow and sweet. It's tone was full of
innocence and questioning.

     "Enjoying the view." Rick replied.

     Kathy followed the path of his eyes, and looked
down her own chest. She hadn't finished buttoning her
shirt, and an ample portion of her breasts were still
exposed. The black bikini top formed a nice cleavage. She
looked at her body, almost remembering that there was
something wrong about him being able to see so much of her
breasts... wasn't there? ... They're just pretty....

     The massage felt good on her shoulders. A tingling
spread down her arms. It was so nice... so peaceful. A
warmth grew across her skin, calling for the touch. Her
body became jealous of her shoulders.

     "Could you go a little lower?" she asked.

     Rick was still a little uncertain of her condition.
His subjects had never spoken before, at least not more
than a word or two at a  time. Kathy was forming
sentences, but it was like she was a little kid. Her voice
had lost its abruptness. Was she ready?

     Rick moved his hands down her back. He wasn't quite
ready to move yet. He eyed the gentle jiggling his massage
induced in her breasts as he felt the smooth, pink fabric.

     "No. In front."

     Rick's heart quickened with her words. A pulse shot
through his raging penis. Something was happening!

     He moved his hands over her shoulders, and rubbed near
her collarbone. Kathy's body appeared to relax into the
chair. Her head rested back, and she closed her eyes.

     "Could you go a little lower?" Could she actually be
asking this? Rick moved his hands down, his palms on her
chest, his fingertips near the tops of her breasts. Kathy
gasped slightly with the touch. Her voice quivered as she
issued the next command.

     "A little lower?"

     The words seemed to take on sensation. They traveled
up his fingertips, through his arms, and finally into his
thoughts. Rick flashed on the image of Kathy's stern
face and fully buttoned shirt. She had been a wall to his
advances. She had steered him away with the experience of
turning many away. But Rick had beaten her. He had bettered
the men who failed before him. Now, to follow her
instructions...

     He slid his hands under her hot pink shirt and onto her
breasts. They both moaned as his fingers cupped the soft,
round bottoms of her curves.

     Yes... Oh God, Yes! Rick thought as he felt the
luxurious texture of her breasts and bikini. He had his
first taste of the soft lobes that he had lusted for in
constant heat since first setting eyes on their firm
beauty. He pushed his hips against her, rubbing his cock
against the back of her head as he groped her breasts with
deep, quick closes of his hands.

     Kathy felt good. Her body tingled and responded to
the warm touch. She didn't know why she felt so good. She
couldn't remember. Her body felt warm and electric, but she
couldn't think. She couldn't remember who she was, or
where. She couldn't remember there being anything wrong
with her bikini being unclasped.

     Oh, her nipples! Rick felt them first, then leaned
over to see the erect, protruding circles. He rubbed her
tits through the pink fabric, then whispered into
Kathy's ear. "We have to get your top off."

     "Ok." She answered innocently, sweetly. She enjoyed
the firm massage, and felt no uneasiness at the notion of
baring her breasts fully to the comforting man. Rick began
to realize the nature of this substance high It was
different through the skin, making the subject more like a
child.

     Kathy twisted her body as Rick removed the shirt.
Her breasts hung loosely, freely down her chest. Her bikini
top fell to the ground. Rick repositioned their bodies so
he now faced her. He stroked her breasts, smiling into her
face which smiled right back. But his smile was triumphant.
He imagined it must have looked a lot like the one she wore
when she had won her little battles with him earlier. But
it didn't matter, she was to be conquered. She was so
helpless, so trusting.

     "I like touching these." He said. Rick wondered just
how gone she was. "Do you know what they are?"

     "They're my boobs!" she said with a giggle. It wasn't
an embarrassed giggle of naked sexiness. It was a proud
giggle of knowing her anatomy, even if she didn't realize
the womanhood of her appearance.

     "Do your boobs feel good when I touch them?"

     "Yes." She smiled with the answer.

     "I think your boobs deserve a kiss. Which one should I
kiss first?"

     Kathy pressed her right finger against her right
breast, indenting the soft skin. "That one." She giggled.

     Rick pressed his lips softly against her breast, then
again on the nipple.

     "Which one should I kiss now?"

     "This one!" She pressed the other breast. Rick kissed
it. He delicately pressed his lips against her tit.

     They played the game for several more kisses. Kathy
didn't speak, she just pressed her finger into her breasts
where she wanted to be kissed, and Rick did so. He kissed
her nipples, a few freckles, and several rounded, bare
areas.

     "Does it feel good when I kiss you?"

     "Oh, yes."

     "Can you feel it anywhere else when I kiss you?"

     "Yes... Here..." Kathy cupped her hand between her
legs.

     "Your pussy. Would you like me to kiss your pussy?"

     "Yes." Her legs instinctively opened.

     Rick knelt down, and tenderly kissed her through her
bikini. Kathy gasped from the kiss.

     Rick smiled, then slipped his hand inside. He found
her wet cunt, and began rubbing his fingers up and down her
slit.

     "Ohh, ohh!" Kathy thrashed her head, swaying her
breasts with the same motion. Rick pressed her, rubbed her,
and probed her. He started to realize she experienced the
pleasure, but no longer knew what it was. She wanted to
be fucked, yet she didn't know it! She couldn't even ask
him to fuck her!

     "I can make you feel really good, but you'll have to
ask. Do you want to feel really good?"

     "Yes! Make me feel really good!"

     "Do you know what you have to ask?"

     "No! Please? Please make me feel really good? Oh please!"

     "To make you feel really good. I have to do something
to you. I have to fuck you."

     "Will you fuck me? Will you please fuck me?"

     Her sweet voice and evaporated coldness flashed
through Rick. In seconds, he would be in her, fucking her
like a wild dog.

     "Mommy?"

     Rick looked behind him. Kathy's young daughter and
son had appeared from the beach house. Kathy didn't
answer her children. She stared ahead, oblivious and bare-
breasted.

     Rick wondered what he should say. They had to be too
young to realize he had drugged their mother. And certainly
too young too realize he was in the process of fucking her.
But what to do? If he rammed his cock into Kathy's
cunt, they would probably think he was hurting her. They
might not be able to stop him, but he didn't want any
couples on an evening stroll to hear shouts of freaked-out
children.

     "Is mommy Ok?" the little girl now spoke to Rick. An
idea flashed in his mind.

     "No, mommy is not ok. She is very sick."

     "Why are you kissing her?"

     "To make it feel better! See?" Rick kissed her right
nipple. Kathy opened her mouth and took a breath. Rick
wondered how long the children had watched him grope and
kiss their mother. So far, they seemed unafraid. Evidently
their mother's smiling face was enough to make them feel
comfortable. They were definitely too young to realize the
appeal of  Kathy's lustful beauty, her slim, sexy legs,
and her firm, rounded breasts. They didn't know the extent
to which men wanted to fuck the woman that gave them life.
They didn't understand very man she encountered wanted to
bury his penis deep inside her vagina.

     "Are you going to give her medicine?" her young boy
asked.

     Rick was about to say no. But he liked the idea.

     "Yes. Would you like to help?"

     "Ok!"

     Kathy's son stepped beside her mostly naked body.
Rick grabbed the suntan lotion, and oozed out a handful. He
pushed Kathy gently between her breasts, causing her to
lie back in the chair.

     "I need you to put the medicine on these..." Rick
rubbed her breasts with his free hand. "You need to rub it
on her boobs, ok?"

     "Ok!" The child took the gooped lotion into his tiny
hands, then spread it on Kathy's tits. Rick sat back as
he watched her breasts glisten in the setting sun and
jiggle from the massage of her rubbing son. Kathy laid
back, breathing heavy, but not remembering there being
anything wrong with her young son running his fingers over
her erect nipples.

     "I want to help! I want to help mommy!" The younger
daughter insisted and pulled on Rick's shirt.

     "Ok! Ok! You can help, too. Come here." Rick moved her
by Kathy's waist.

     "This..." he cupped his hand between Kathy's legs,
"is your mommy's pussy. Can you say pussy?"

     "Puh...ssy." She repeated.

     "Very good! Now I need you to put medicine on mommy's
pussy."

     Rick lifted one strap of her bikini. "Help me get her
bikini off, precious." The little girl lifted the other
strap, then matched Rick's sliding motion. Within moments,
Kathy was completely nude in front of Rick and her two
children.

     "It's all hairy!" the little girl said.

     "Yes it is. That's a mommy pussy. Yours will be like
that some day."

     Rick eyed Kathy's cunt. It awaited his penetration
eagerly, yet innocently. The little girl pressed her lotion
soaked hand against Kathy's girl-cum-soaked opening.
Kathy twitched, and moaned slightly. The little girl's
hand snapped back.

     "I'm hurting her!"

     "No, it's ok. She liked it. Watch..." Rick ticked her
clit.

     "Ohh... Ohhh!" Kathy moaned.

     "Does that feel good? Does that feel better?"

     "Yes... Yes!" Rick pulled his hand away. "Do it some
more?" she begged.

     The little girl was satisfied. She pressed her little
fingers into her mother's cunt, and rubbed the lotion
across her folds. Kathy wriggled, but urged for the
touch to continue.

     Rick stood back, and watched the groping hands of the
boy on her breasts, and the pushing, penetrating fingers of
the daughter. The sight was so innocent, and Rick almost
felt touched by the sight of Kathy's jiggling breasts
and the loving look of the son. He was helping his mommy,
and had no idea of the sexual ramifications of his actions.
The little girl oozed her hand, soaked with lotion and cum,
into Kathy's pussy, probably unaware the penetration of
a man's penis and ejaculation of sperm had created her
life.

     As for Kathy, her body responded as though it was
a man's touch. Her hips quivered and humped slightly on the
hand of her daughter. She occasionally guided her son's
hands with her own over naked breasts and erect nipples.

     She had been so opposed to fucking him. She had been
blunt, she had been cold, she had been uneasy. She was even
opposed to baring a large portion of her chest to him by
sunbathing.

     Now she was naked, and about to have Rick's dick
filling an unfilling her pussy. And not only was she going
to be fucked, but fucked in front of her children.

     Rick dropped his shorts as he continued to watch the
tender touch of the children on Kathy's sex areas. He
allowed his rigid cock to spring forth.

     "Ohh." he moaned. "I think I'm sick , too!" He stroked
his engorged penis.

     "It's all big and fat!" the boy cried.

     "Do you need medicine?" the daughter asked.

     "Yes. But we're out!" The children looked around. Rick
had tossed the lotion bottle away. They found nothing.

     "I have.. I have..." Rick feigned illness. "I have to
have medicine." The children's faces grew concerned.

     "Could you put it on these?" the boy asked, pointing
to her breasts. Rick shook his head, and turned to the
daughter. Rick turned to the daughter.

     "Could you put it in her puh-ssy?" She asked.

     "Yes. That should help!"

     Rick climbed atop Kathy. "Ok children, if you hear
us go like this... "Ohhh!"... it means the medicine is
working. I'm going to have to rub it inside her for it to
work, but if it goes ok, it will be all small again when I
bring it out."

     Rick leaned down and kissed Kathy deeply. Her
tongue met his, but with a curious probing rather than an
experienced one. He whispered something in her ear.
Kathy turned toward her son.

     "Thank you for helping mommy's boobs." She said. She
looked to her daughter. "And thank you for helping mommy's
pussy. Mommy is feeling all better!" She looked at Rick.

     "The man is going to fuck mommy now."

     Rick guided his throbbing cock with his hand. He
rested it at her opening, then moved his arms through
between Kathy's arms and chest, pulling her to him from
her shoulders. He mushed his penis into the lotion-filled
cunt.

     Rick penetrated her slowly, and watched her lips
tremble and quiver with her gasping mouth as his penis
gorged inside her. She took short, loud breaths with his
fucking, as if she didn't know how to sexually respond to
the pleasuring sensations that filled her body. Rick was
silent at first -- he just listened to her gasps and the
slight squeaking of the chair.

     Her cunt was warm, and the cum-and-lotion mixture
oozed between his penis and her vaginal passage. Rick
supported his humping body with his arms, and looked down
to their joined hips. He watched with great fascination the
sight of his penis entering Kathy. The pink of her
cunt... the glistening of the round lips... the purplish
color of his own large, teeming cock. He watched as the
head slowly buried itself into her, pushing some of the
skin in with it -- only to reappear from the pleasure-
giving mound, listening with her juice and aching for the
next thrust inward.

     A thought fired in his mind, but extinguished with the
life if a misfire. His cock in her pussy... his hands on
her breasts... his tongue and lips on her nipples...

     The substance!

     Again, the thought was gone before he fully realized
he, too, was now under its spell...


     Curves... beautiful curves...

     Rick liked looking at the female body under him. She
had boobs. They were all jiggly and bouncy. He liked
looking at them, but his mind wasn't sure why. He tingled
when he saw them.

     And she was pretty. She had her eyes closed, and her
lips pursed. Rick looked at her lips, and felt an itching
in his own. Maybe if he put them together... He kissed
Kathy, and felt his head fill with warmth.. He
continued mouthing her face, feeling her somewhat colder,
wetter lips against his own lips and cheeks.

     Her boobs are soft...

     Rick realized the bumps on Kathy felt good and
cushiony against him. He moved his body on her, feeling the
softness across his chest. Her breasts moved with him, and
he soon noticed two poking objects in his skin.

     Rick's hips stopped their bouncing. His eyes trained
on Kathy's left nipple. He touched it carefully with
his finger, watching it bend away from his press. He
touched his own nipple, but preferred the touch the firmer,
larger, rounder ones on Kathy's boobs.

     Jiggly...

     His movements induced several quick jiggles in her
breasts. He felt his hips grow warm was he watched them. He
pushed them against  her, and felt a good, wonderful
feeling spread up from his penis. He pushed against her,
making her breasts jiggle some more. He rubbed his penis
against her abdomen, and realized it felt really good. He
continued rubbing it, and watching Kathy's boobs
jiggle. The jiggled more and bounced more the harder he
rubbed.

     Wet... and warm...

     Rick's rubbing on her caused his penis to graze her
wet, heated cunt. He was doing something... what was it? He
couldn't remember more than a few seconds in the past...

     Rick closed his eyes, and pulled Kathy's body to
him. She was warm, and so soft. he liked feeling her. He
started to see the two of them in his mind. He felt like
they were dancing. They held each other, their bodies
tightly pressed, and moved and rubbed against each others
nakedness. Rick could see all of her... her jiggly boobs...
her wet, hairy pussy. He could also see himself,. His
muscled, holding body... his stiff, erect penis. They
danced together in his mind, while their bodies rubbed and
rested together on the chair.

     A dance...

     There should be a dance, he thought, where they put
themselves together. His penis, her pussy. He moved his
hips on hers, and felt surprised when his penis went into
her hole. It really felt good. He pulled it out, then let
it go in her again. It really felt good! It didn't feel as
good just leaving it there, so he pulled it out again, and
put it in again.

     Wow!

     He continued putting his penis in her pussy, and
taking it out again. Each time it went in her, it felt
really good. She seemed to like it, too. Her hips started
bouncing with his, and she made noises when it went in her.
And it felt better if he went faster! He put it in her, and
pulled it out as quickly as he could. He kept doing it, it
felt so good! He felt his penis rub inside her. It was all
wet in there, but he liked it.

     Soon, he started to feel like he was going to pee. But
he didn't want to stop putting it in her. His body bounced
on her, and he felt something squirt out. He was scared at
first, wondering if he had hurt himself. But it felt really
good and soothing. He started to relax, and stopped
bouncing on Kathy. He felt really tired, and the two of
them soon fell asleep.


     Rick didn't know what time it was when he heard the
sound of footsteps. He opened his eyes slowly, and realized
where he was.

     Kathy's naked body was underneath him. He had
fucked her! He started to remember the night and realized
he had ingested the substance. What an experience!

     Kathy stirred underneath him. Her head moved with
sleepiness, but it didn't take long for her to realize
Rick's naked body was mounted on her.

     "Oh My God!" She started to squirm underneath him.

     "Heya, beautiful." Rick smiled as Kathy struggled
underneath him.

     "You, you FUCKED me!"

     "I know, wasn't  it incredible?"

     "Oh my God, oh my God!"

     Rick started feeling her naked breasts.

     "My kids!"

     Rick noticed the two children sleeping beside the
chair.

     "Get off me!" She yelled.

     "Don't you remember? Don't you remember fucking?"

     "I... I..." Kathy grew limp. Her eyes flashed
wide. Her chest heaved with energy. "I do remember. Oh
fuck, that was the most powerful sexual experience I've
ever had!"

     "I know. You see, we were meant to fuck."

     "What was it? What did you do-"

     Her voice was cut-off as she felt Rick ram his cock
into her cunt.

     "Uhh! Oh, Oh.. Ohh, yes! Oh, fuck me!"

     Rick slammed into her, pounding her cunt with a fury
he imagined he lacked during the high.

     "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!' they screamed together.

     Rick realized the substance probably still had an
effect. But he stopped his thrusts.

     `Kathy!"

     They turned their heads. Kathy's boyfriend stood
in the doorway.

     "Dave, oh Dave..."

     Rick laughed, and resumed fucking. Dave watched her
body bounce underneath. Her breasts flapped up and down
with Rick's driving thrusts. he turned, and walked away.

     "Dave! No Dave!" Kathy called.

     Dave turned. Rick stopped humping, but left his penis
buried inside Kathy's cunt. Kathy looked at Dave,
then at Rick. Her chest heaved. She was breathing loudly.
She felt a pull in her chest to scream for Dave... to give
herself to Dave.

     But she also felt a pull in her cunt. A pull to ram
herself onto the hard cock already inside her. To try to re-
experience the fuck of her life.

     Kathy didn't have time to think a choice. Her body
arched her hips, sliding Rick's cock deep inside her.

     "Uhhh!" she screamed, and started humping Rick's
stationary cock.

     Dave turned, and walked out of view. He was gone.

     Rick resumed his own thrusting, and induced a wild
bouncing in Kathy's breasts. Kathy rested back into
the chair, letting herself be fucked. Her head started to
swarm. Her mind started to obscure. A thought squeezed
itself in as her mind closed like a shutting door... they
weren't using protection.

     Kathy fell into a dreamy memory as her muscles
gave out. Rick's pounding cock reminded her of not being on
the pill. As she drifted into ecstasy, she remembered the
feeling she had experienced subconsciously three times.
Once for each child. Once during the fucking she received
earlier in the night.

     She was pregnant.

YOUNG WIFE AND BROTHER IN LAW

Hi, my name is Marsha, and I have a great, true story, 
about how I discovered that size does make a 
difference.

This story starts when I was just 15 years old and a 
sophomore in high school. I was hanging out with some 
girlfriends at a little fast food place when a car full 
of guys pulled in. One of my friends knew the driver, a 
very good looking guy named Jon. The other guys were 
his friends, one was his brother, Jerry.

As we talked, I felt very comfortable with the driver. 
One of my girlfriends had a crush on him, so I was 
trying not to interfere.

We all decided to go cruising. I sat between Jon and 
Jerry in the front, which wasn't very comfortable, 
because Jon's white Mustang had bucket seats, but it 
was O.K.

Jerry kept "touching" me, and it scared me a little. He 
tried to kiss me, once, but I pushed him away.  Jon 
told his brother to leave me alone and squeezed my 
hand. I really liked that.

I found out that Jon was home on leave from the Army 
that weekend, and before he went back, we spent a lot 
of time parking. As we were parked and he was "feeling 
me up." He put my hand on his hard cock (it must have 
been about 7-8" long, and it felt great. I stroked it 
for him. I loved doing it.  He made me cum many times 
by fingering me.

Over the next two years, we carried on a long distance 
relationship. He asked me to send him sexy pictures of 
myself so he could take care of himself by looking at 
them and thinking of me. That turned me on, so I sent 
him some very sexy pictures.

I graduated from high school the year he got out of the 
Army, and we got married. Within a year, our sex life 
started going down hill, and he started asking me if I 
would ever consider being with another man so he could 
watch.  I thought he was kidding, but as we made love, 
he got really excited talking about it, and that 
started turning me on.

That went on for a few weeks, and then he started 
asking me to dress sexy when we went out, and I did it 
for him. I liked the attention, and I've been told that 
I have a real "walking wet dream" body.

After a couple of times out, he asked me to try 
flirting with guys. I did, and it was exciting. I would 
"accidentally" brush them, touching their crotches and 
let them "touch" me. It was a lot of fun, but it never 
went any further. Jon and I would discuss it as we made 
love, and we both, got very excited.

Then, one day, he asked me if I wanted to go farther 
with a guy. I told him, No, especially not a stranger. 
He then told me that he would love to see me flirt with 
his brother, Jerry. By this time I had known Jerry for 
a couple of years, and I liked him, but I would never 
think of him "that way."

Jon, then told me that his brother had the biggest cock 
he had ever seen. He said it was over 12" long and very 
thick. I told him  that he was full of shit. He then 
told me that he noticed Jerry looking at me when I had 
on a short skirt or low cut top, and he could see 
Jerry's big cock get really hard, and Jerry would try 
to hide it. I told him that I had never noticed that.

Jon asked me to wear a mini shirt and sexy top, with no 
bra or undies tomorrow night when Jerry was over for a 
cookout. I said I would, just to prove him wrong.

**

The next day, I showered and slipped on a halter top 
with no bra and a very tiny, white, summer miniskirt 
that stopped just a few inches below my upper thigh. As 
I looked in the mirror, I thought to myself, "God, I AM 
Hot!"

Just about this time, my husband came in and whistled 
and said that I would have his brother's cock busting 
out of his shorts, and he hugged me and felt my 
nipples, making them hard. Then he brushed his finger 
up my skirt and slid them over my pussy lips. He said 
that I was already getting wet just thinking about his 
brother's giant cock. I told him that I was not, and I 
still didn't believe it was as big as he said it was.

A few minute later, Jon's brother arrived and just 
stared at my body and legs. Jon said he had to run to 
work for an hour or so and would be back soon, and for 
Jerry to make himself at home. I didn't know Jon was 
leaving, but it sounded O.K. to me. Jerry sat on the 
lawn chair, and I sat across from him, letting my skirt 
hike up to just below my pussy, which was now getting 
very wet.

Jerry stood up and walked over to me and asked me if I 
knew that, ever since we had all met, Jon has wanted us 
to get together so he could watch. I said I didn't know 
that, but that we sometimes talked about him and how 
"big" he was.

He laughed and said that Jon told him that I didn't 
believe it was as big as he had said. Jerry then stood 
right in front of my face and told me to feel it. I 
had, already noticed it was hard looked awfully large, 
so I reached up and felt it. God, it was huge. It must 
have been 12" and really thick. I stroked it, and it 
got bigger and bigger.

Jerry, then asked me if I believed them now, and all I 
could say was that I had to see it first.  Jerry slid 
his shorts off, and there it was, a giant, hard cock. 
The biggest I had ever seen or felt. Jerry asked me if 
I wanted a little taste, and I said that I shouldn't, 
until Jon gets back and wants to watch us. I do love 
him, you know!

Jerry said that he knew, and he would never interfere 
with our marriage, but if Jon wanted Jerry and me to 
get together every once and a while, he thought that 
would be just great.  As he said this, he pushed his 
huge cock towards my mouth until it touched my lips. I 
kissed it, then slowly opened my mouth to accept as 
much of this fantastic cock as I could. Jerry slid it 
in and out as I sucked. It was so great.

Then Jerry slid down and knelt in front of me so that 
his tongue was at my pussy lips, and he started licking 
and sucking. God, it was driving me crazy. Jerry told 
me he wanted to fuck my sweet little pussy with his big 
cock, and I told him that he couldn't until Jon said it 
was O.K.

Jerry didn't care, and he flipped me over and pressed 
his cock head against 
my pussy. He pushed, and as it made its way in, I 
screamed, because it hurt,  and then it soon felt 
really good. He continued pushing until it was all 
buried in my once little pussy, but now it was 
stretched so big. He filled completely me up and then 
some. He fucked my brains out, and when we both came, 
he filled me with his cum. After that he licked me 
clean and asked if I liked it.

I told him that I hoped that Jon wanted us to do this 
all the time.

Just then I heard the car, and I knew that Jon was 
home. I hoped he would never find out that we did 
anything before he was here to watch.

After some small talk, Jon asked Jerry if he liked my 
outfit, and Jerry said that he did, but he liked it 
better with his cock in my mouth. I couldn't believe he 
said that. Jon, then asked if Jerry already had me, and 
I said that I couldn't wait, because it was so big and 
I wanted it do bad.

Then Jerry told Jon that he intended to fuck me any 
time he wanted and there was nothing Jon could do about 
it, because I needed his big cock and Jon's wasn't big 
enough to take care of me any more. Jon asked me if it 
was true, but before I could answer, Jerry grabbed my 
hand and put it on his now hard cock and told me to 
play with it.

I did as he told me, and Jon asked if I liked that, and 
I said yes. Jerry then pushed my head down and told me 
to show my husband how much I like to have my mouth 
fucked by a "real" cock. I did, and as I did, I saw Jon 
rubbing his cock. He really did like to watch.

I smiled, and I've been taking care of both of them for 
over five years now.
Now Jon helps me dress sexy and then flirt with 
strangers, and then Jerry comes over and gives me what 
I need.

Lately, my husband has wanted me to flirt with young 
girls. It sounds interesting. I'll let you know if this 
goes farther than just another fantasy...

YOUNG BLACK HERO

Every morning I walked my daughter to school through the 
park, and every morning he sat there, on the same bench, 
unless it was raining.

He was large, frightening, and black. A young man, a boy 
really. I suppose he was only 17 or 18 years old.

"Look-ing good, baby." He would say, as we passed. Or; 
"Foxy, mama."

At first, I would feel threatened. Later on, I came to 
think of it as harmless, just the sound that type of 
creature made when my type of creature walked past.
Usually, he sat alone. Sometimes he would be urgently 
speaking to someone else. Then he would ignore me.

Once, I saw him running. He was fast. He ran like a 
Gazelle, lightly, effortlessly. The two huffing policemen 
pursuing him had no chance.

*

Then one morning, Sarah and I were early. I stopped to 
talk to another woman who was walking her dog. Sara 
wondered into the adjacent playground.

Then she was gone. I was annoyed, Sarah knows that she 
should not wonder far from me. I called her name and 
looked around for her. Then I saw her doll lying in the 
mud. Adrenaline rushed through my body, panic began to 
rise. I cursed my fashionable high-heeled boots, I should 
be wearing sensible running shoes like the black boy.

He was there, sitting on his bench some distance away. I 
ran up to him;

"Help me, please help me! My daughter is gone!"

"Whoa, mama! Chill out, I'm sure she's here somewhere."

"No, no!" I nearly couldn't speak, I was filled with 
panic. I shook the muddy doll at him.

He took one look at it, and I saw something click on his 
face. He understood. He leapt to his feet, his nostrils 
flaring, fire in his young eyes.

"The creep, I saw some creep around here this morning. I 
never seen him here before! You go that way,"

He pointed back towards my house, "I'll cover this way." 
And he waved his long arm, indicating the rest of the 
small park.

"A policeman," I gasped, "we should find a policeman."

"The cop left five minutes ago, and he won't be back for 
ten more. Now go!"

Of course the boy knew the precise movements of the 
policeman.

And he ran, ran like the wind. I clomped off in my 
direction, cursing the fashion clothes and boots that my 
own vanity and office convention had caused me to be 
wearing.

My panic rose as I found nothing. I headed back towards 
where the black boy had gone.

I had to stop and breath, and then I heard them.

"You can go now sir, but I'll need you to come down to 
the station later to sign a statement."

"Yes, thank you officer."

Then I heard Sarah start to scream. I ran around the 
corner; a large white man, fortyish, holding my daughter 
by her wrist. Sara struggling and screaming. Two 
policemen, one talking to the creep while writing in his 
little book, the other with his foot in the middle of the 
back of the black boy, who was face down on the ground, 
handcuffed.

My panic turned rapidly to rage. The creep didn't see me 
stomping towards them. I noted that he had blood all over 
his shirt, it was still coming from his nose.
"Arrest him!" I screamed at the officer, pointing to the 
creep.

The creep saw me, released my daughter, and ran. The 
policeman looked at me in confusion.

"Stop that man! He tried to take my little girl!"

The policeman with the book gave chase. The other held 
his position.

"Let that boy go!" I demanded.

"Forget it lady," he replied, "we finally got young Leroy 
here with the goods." He held up two little plastic bags, 
each with some green material inside.

The creep was getting away. The cop was too slow.

"My husband is judge Zheng. If you don't let that boy go 
right now, and catch that creep, I'll see to it that you 
regret it."

I'm a small woman; I barely came up to his nose, even in 
the boots. But at that moment, I could have torn that 
stupid policeman limb from limb.

He looked doubtful for a moment, and then he produced the 
keys to the cuffs.
"Give me those!" I snatched them from his grasp, "Get 
him!" I screeched, pointing at that now barely visible 
creep, nearing the other end of the park.

I paid no more attention to the officer, I released my 
young hero. He said nothing, but as soon as his hands 
were released, he took off at a tangent, heading towards 
another exit.

I had done what I could about the creep. I took my 
daughter into my arms, and just held her.

The officers were too slow; the boy, Leroy, caught the 
creep again.

"Are you really judge Zheng's wife?" He asked me, later.

"Yes, I am. How do you know my husband?"

"He gave me time, once." Said Leroy.

*

I had trouble sleeping; I was having nightmares. Sara 
would be missing, I couldn't find her. I'd wake up in 
sweat.

Or sometimes, Leroy would return her to me, smiling 
broadly.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Zheng!" He would say to me.

Then the dreams changed; I was making love with Leroy, he 
was holding me, we were kissing. I woke up feeling 
disturbed.

About a week after the attack, I resumed my schedule, and 
again took Sara through the park. It was difficult for 
both of us.

Leroy was on his bench.

"Morning, ma'am." He said.

"Good morning, Leroy." I replied.

"Sarah, aren't you going to say hello to Leroy?"

"Hello, Leroy." Sara piped, hiding behind my leg 
bashfully.

I normally went to my office after dropping off Sara at 
school. But I didn't want to start work again yet, and so 
I headed home via the park. Via Leroy.

He was alone; there was rarely anyone in the park at this 
hour.

"Hi, Leroy."

"Hello, Mrs. Zheng."

"Call me Mei"

"What he kind of name is that? Chinese?"

"Yes. My husband was born here in America, but I was born 
in Hong Kong. I came here when I was 18."

"What can I do for you Mrs.,. Mei?"

I sat on the other end of the bench.

"I want to know what I can do for you, Leroy. You saved 
my daughter, you saved me. I would like to do something 
for you."

He looked at me seriously; "You don't owe me nothing, 
ma'am. I did what any man should do. I'm proud of what I 
did, and if I never do anything good again in my life, I 
know I can always be proud of that."

This simple boy from the street had humbled me. I was 
filled with feeling for him.

I took his large hand in mine, and looked into his 
handsome young black face. I felt tears come to my eyes.

"Aw shit, Mei, you gonna start crying on me?"

"I'm sorry, Leroy. I don't mean to embarrass you."

"That's okay Mei. You been through a lot."

He slid over, and put his strong arm around my thin 
shoulders. I put my head against his shoulder, and cried. 
Not for long, just a little.

I stood up suddenly, feeling self-conscious.

"Would you join me for lunch, Leroy?"


He hesitated; then said, "I'd be pleased to, Mei."

"I'm in No. 35." I said, pointing to the row of houses at 
the top of the park.

"What time?"

"Noon?"

"Okay."

*

I was nervous. What if someone saw him come in? They 
could get the wrong idea. Then again, I supposed anybody 
would probably think he was coming to do some work for 
me.

I was flustered; I didn't really know why I had invited 
Leroy into my home, I just wanted to be nice. After all, 
he was the hero. My hero. The one who saved me, saved 
Sarah.

I fixed lunch.

*

He told me of himself while we ate. He sold petty amounts 
of marijuana in the park in the morning. The park was 
dominated by some dangerous characters in the afternoon. 
Leroy was careful not to get in their way.

He had a part-time job in the afternoons. He lived with 
his mother and two younger sisters.

When we had finished, he stood and took the dishes to the 
kitchen before I could stop him. I came up behind him as 
he turned, and we found ourselves nose to nose for an 
instant. As I looked up into his eyes I suddenly melted, 
I realized that I desired him. I could smell him, his 
young animal scent, I could feel the heat from his body, 
his aura.

I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I knew I must 
move. He was trapped against the sink.

Slowly, deliberately, he put his arms around me. He 
pulled me the short distance to himself. He held me in 
his strong arms, and I was glad.

His hand slid up my back, slid through my still thick 
black hair, and held my head. I offered no resistance as 
he tilted my face upwards. I looked into his eyes, his 
thick dark lips only an inch from my own. I wanted his 
kiss, his vital heroic young kiss. I wanted to feel his 
power, I wanted his power to rise for me, I wanted to be 
swept up in it, to surrender to it, to be overwhelmed by 
it.

"Mei, Mei." but he also seemed to have nothing to say.

I thought I had melted, but when our lips met I melted 
again. My body melted into his, my tiny soft body into 
his large hard one. His big hands moved up and down my 
back, to my neck, to my thin buttocks. My small hands 
moved over his large body, the muscles of his shoulders, 
his arms. His perfect round behind.

I could feel his penis burning hard and hot through his 
fleece training pants, burning like a hot iron against 
me.

We kissed for an eternity. We were afraid to break the 
spell, afraid to move from the ridiculous position, 
standing in the kitchen.

I pulled back the elastic of his trousers, and reached 
inside. He was large, I knew that, I had felt that 
already. But when I felt him with my hand, I became 
afraid. He was too big, it would not be possible for him 
to enter me, to do to me what I now wanted him to do so 
badly.

He moaned my touch, and I felt him unzipping my dress.

Although I was sure intercourse would be impossible, we 
couldn't stop. They were still things we could do.

He lifted me like a doll, and carried me effortlessly up 
the stairs, to the bedroom. He removed his clothes, 
revealing his perfect physique, his tapered torso, his 
long powerful legs, his flat black stomach, his great 
frightening log of a penis.

He sat on the bed, and I wrapped both my hands around the 
organ, enjoying the feel of its power and feeling so much 
regret that my body was inadequate to accommodate it.

"I'm so sorry Leroy, you realize there's no way. You're 
just too big."

"It's okay, Mei." He said, quietly, as I lowered my mouth 
over his manhood. "You don't have to if you don't want 
to. But we can do it, I promise we can do it."

It was wonderful, if frighteningly black, and 
frighteningly large. I had heard of things like this, but 
I had never believed the stories. How could such men 
reproduce? What woman could take such a penis into her 
vagina?

He pushed me on to my back, and lowered his head between 
my legs.

The feel of his tongue against my clitoris was delicious, 
wonderful.

I had never cheated on my husband before, and I was 
amazed at how naturally it came to me. And how hard I 
came against Leroy's young tongue.

He was rubbing me, rubbing my clitoris with his penis, 
his huge frightening penis.

"Leroy," I whispered, "it can't, it can't fit in there. I 
wish it could Leroy, but it's impossible."

"Relax Mei," he said to me softly, reassuringly. "You 
just relax and we'll see. You just tell me if you want me 
to stop, do you want to stop, Mei?"

I didn't. I didn't want him to stop ever. I wanted to 
feel his powerful black organ sliding up-and-down against 
me. I wanted to have an orgasm just from the touch of it 
against me.

His fingers were sliding and out of me, stretching me, 
preparing me.

I surrendered to him, I spread my short legs wide, and 
waited.

Slowly, very carefully, he worked the blunt end of his 
wonderful tool into me. There was pain, and pleasure. I 
was surprised that I was enjoying both.

Slowly he worked deeper, deeper. I was very afraid, I 
didn't know if I could survive this.

Finally, he was in all the way, our pubic hairs mashing 
together. We stayed like that, static for a minute. I 
didn't know it was possible to be so filled. I thought if 
he moved, he might kill me.

But he did move, and it was good. I became accustomed to 
it, to this stretched feeling, this filled feeling.

I relaxed, as he was urging me to do, and I felt the 
orgasm coming.

It crashed into me like waves into rocks during a storm, 
causing shudders to run through my frame with its power.

Then I felt the pulsing of his cock, the powerful hot 
stream as he came deep inside me.

*

I had to see him again, I knew it.

But it was dangerous, difficult. We both knew we had to 
be very careful. We met in a hotel;

I had my hair done, I wore it down, in thick waves. I had 
spent a lot of time on my makeup, I wore a blue silk 
dress that emphasized what assets I still possessed at 38 
years old.

I have a small, lean body. My legs are too short, my tits 
too small. But my hair and skin are still healthy and 
youthful, I have a nice small ass. My stomach is once 
again flat, and stretch marks from my pregnancy are not 
prominent.

My lover was young and handsome. It was very flattering 
to me, but I had to do all I could to make myself 
attractive to him as an older woman.

I massaged him, worshiped his young body. Worshiped his 
wonderful sex organ with my hands and my mouth.

When he entered my body with it the second time, it was 
easier.

I had never known sex like this. I had made love only 
once or twice before I met my husband and we were 
married. My husband is a good man, and I love him. I 
thought sex with him was good before I knew Leroy. But 
now I realize it was always tepid, inadequate. My 
husband's penis is very small, but I don't think that is 
why sex between us was never as amazing as between Leroy 
and myself.

My husband is intelligent, sophisticated, successful. 
Leroy is vital, powerful, strong, and so young.

He was infatuated with me, I don't know why. Perhaps his 
mother didn't love him enough, I don't know. All I know 
is that I couldn't resist him, couldn't get enough of his 
young body, his enthusiasm for life. And sex.

*

I rented a small apartment where we could meet. Leroy had 
a few free hours between his dealing in the park and his 
afternoon job. I started taking two-hour lunch breaks. I 
had to work late to make up for it.

I loved to buy sexy outfits to wear for Leroy's pleasure. 
All kinds different things, a tight leather skirt. A 
skimpy leather vest. Various negligees. Garters, 
stockings, and high heels. Expensive designer dresses, 
cheap things that young girls would wear.

I didn't want him to get bored with me, I never forgot 
that I was twice his age. I had to give him more than a 
young girl could give him, and in only one or two hours a 
day.

Sometimes we would steal some extra time, and drive out 
of town.

We went to dance clubs. I was afraid I would be 
recognized, but as Leroy pointed out, even if I was seen 
by someone I knew, they would be unlikely to recognize me 
in such a context, the way I was dressed.

When we went out together, I loved to dress up like a 
young tart. Wearing six inch heels, the top of my head 
was level with Leroy's nose. I'd put on a lot of makeup, 
and a studded black leather collar on my neck, wear a lot 
of costume jewelry, and show some skin.

Leroy flattered me, showing me off to his young friends. 
I was pleased that they were of all races. They were a 
happy bunch, they gave me hope for the future.

I had always been a rather conservative woman, and I was 
amazed at myself by what I got up to. Leroy loved to take 
me out, and he loved to me to be looking desirable. I 
felt completely safe with him, after all, was he not my 
hero? It made me feel young myself, wearing a 
semitransparent blouse, my small breasts visible if 
anyone cared to look. And often enough, they did.

I realized that I had never had an adolescence. I had 
worked hard to get top grades in school before leaving 
Hong Kong, and then I had worked equally hard in 
University here in America. I started working immediately 
when I graduated, and I had married very young.

My husband was 10 years older than myself, and very 
stable. "Stable" meant "good" where I was brought up. 
Here in America, it meant "boring".

Leon and his friends liked to smoke marijuana, and I 
never did that. I was surprised that my abstinence didn't 
bother them. They were great fun when they were all 
stoned, and we always had lots of laughs. I became one of 
the gang, and we all went out to movies or clubs together 
sometimes.

It was not very difficult at home, as my husband was 
obsessed by his work, and was often out late himself. We 
had had separate bedrooms for a couple of years already, 
anyway.

On several occasions, the young girls from Leroy's circle 
of friends asked me to advise them on this or that. 
Affairs of the heart, mostly. It was wonderful, the way 
the young people accepted me, made me part of their 
world. I had never felt so appreciated.

I was so happy when Leroy finally relented to my wishes, 
and gave up his dangerous morning occupation. He took a 
full-time job, but that meant our afternoon rendezvouses 
came to an end.

My double life started to become difficult, being a 
mother, having a full-time job, a home. And my other 
home, my secret lover, and all the socializing I did with 
him.

*

Leroy's capacity for love seemed to be boundless. I loved 
to cuddle with him on the couch, both of us naked, while 
he studied the books from the night course he was taking.

He would simply pass one of his large dark hands over my 
small pale body, and the stresses of my life would leave 
me, a feeling of euphoria filling my being.

I loved to play with his penis, I was no longer 
frightened of it. I loved to keep it hard for an hour at 
a time. I would crouch down and suck on it for a minute 
or two, then let Leroy study some more.

When it was late, or when he finished a chapter, he'd put 
his books down to devote his full attentions to me. I was 
like a toy in his arms, he would lift me onto his lap, 
his great penis trapped between our bellies as our mouths 
met.
The feeling of Leon's cock entering me remained the 
pinnacle of physical pleasure, but the long and slow love 
sessions that preceded the fucking was what made it so 
special.

After I was accustomed to his size, he was able to screw 
me hard. I can't describe how wonderful it was for me, 
the orgasms of course, but also just the feeling of being 
loved by someone so intensely. Someone for whom love was 
No. 1 in his life, all other occupations secondary.

*

Of course, I knew it couldn't last forever. I was 
surprised it lasted as long as it did, almost two years. 
By that time, I was 40 years old, and Leroy was 20. Gray 
was starting to appear in my black hair, I had lived too 
long without enough sleep. Perhaps that's why Leroy found 
himself a younger lover.

I knew the girl, I even liked her. She had confided in me 
once, about an earlier relationship. She was young, 
Leroy's age, beautiful and black.

Leroy didn't tell me at first, but I found small things 
of Yvette's around his apartment, the apartment I was 
paying for.

Still, I was so addicted to his love that I was willing 
to share him with the young girl. But it was not to be. I 
think Leroy is one of those very rare individuals; a 
monogamous male.

I talked to Yvette about it. She had a lot of respect for 
me, and felt guilty about screwing Leroy.

"Then why, Yvette?"

"I came over to look for you one evening, but you weren't 
there. Leroy made me a cup of tea, he was so nice. We 
talked until late, and then I don't know how it happened, 
we were in each other's arms. We knew it was wrong, but 
it was like we were unable to stop."

She started to cry.

"There, there, Yvette." I held my young rival to me as 
she cried. I knew I had to pull away and let the young 
people make their life.

"You're so good Mei. You should hate me, I'm taking your 
man. How can you be so good?"

"I'm not so good, Yvette. Don't forget that I'm married, 
and not to Leroy."

the creep was convicted of kidnapping Sarah, and of two 
counts of earlier rape against children. he will never be 
released.

*

Now that our affair is over, I'm able to see Leroy 
openly. He and Yvette come for dinner sometimes at my 
house. I love Leroy, I want what's best for him, and 
what's best for him is Yvette in the long run.

My husband is surprised at the sudden upsurge in our sex 
life. It's good to love him again. But I have to admit; 
I do miss Leroy's love, and his young powerful body.