THE DWARF

I am a rep for a hardware wholesaler and my territory 
is a large and mainly rural area. I travel about half 
my time but manage to make it home every weekend.

I stopped for lunch on my way to see my next client. I 
wasn't feeling well and tried to get some soup into me 
but was having trouble getting it down. One minute I 
would feel hot and sweaty, the next as if a wind 
straight from the North Pole was blowing right through 
me. And to make matters worse I was sitting next to a 
table with some jerk bragging about some broad he was 
banging.

It was my own fault for coming in. I knew the guy was 
in here; I saw his bright red Caddy convertible parked 
out front. The guy himself wasn't hard to recognize 
either - he only stands about three feet high. I had 
often wondered how he reached the pedals of his car.

"Yes, she's a real goer!" I heard him say to the guy 
sharing the table with him. "She'll do anything I ask, 
she's a real slut. She gobbles up my dick whenever I 
ask and just loves it up the ass."

I tried to ignore the demented ravings of this lunatic 
and concentrate on my lunch, but his piercing voice 
just wouldn't stay out of my head.

"She's a real good looker too. Tall and well built; 
tits you wouldn't believe. Married too. I don't know 
what her dork of a husband's like, but he obviously 
isn't feeding her enough dick."

I changed tables, moving as far away as I could. 
Unfortunately the room wasn't that big and he had one 
of those voices that carried.

"I take her out to my favorite strip club. She likes to 
take her clothes off and dance and let guys feel her 
up. She's really keen on one of the other strippers, 
too. You should see them going at it. It sure makes my 
dick hard."

I managed to close my mind to the filthy monologue for 
a few minutes and ate some of the soup. I suspected his 
experiences were just pure fantasy. My attempt at not 
listening didn't last long.

"...and when I said to her, 'Baby, I want you to suck 
both of us off,' she started drooling! Actual drool 
down her chin. Before either Harry or I had even got 
our dicks out. Next time you're in town, look me up. 
I'll have her suck you..."

I'd had enough. I got up and paid for my mainly 
untouched soup and left.

"...and I've got some nude pictures of her if you guys 
want to..."

The other men in the cafe were gathering around the 
dwarf's table as the door closed behind me.

By the time I got another twenty miles down the road I 
was really suffering. I called my next stop and told 
them I wouldn't be coming, and headed the ninety miles 
back to the city. How I made it I'll never know; I 
don't remember half the trip. It was dark by the time I 
got home. I knew my darling wife Leanne would put me to 
bed and make me feel better.

* * *

I drove into the garage behind the house and just sat 
in the car for a while, hoping Leanne would notice I 
was home and help me out of the car as waves of heat 
and cold alternately passed over me. After they stopped 
I got myself out.

I left the garage and walked the short distance between 
the garage and the back of the house to the back door. 
Loud rock music was coming from the downstairs bedroom 
we used as a family room. Leanne didn't normally listen 
to that type of music so I peeked through the tall 
bushes and into the window to see what she was doing. 
Since the room's window faces the garage wall we had 
never got around to putting curtains in.

What I saw froze my heart. Leanne was sitting, naked, 
on the floor, her hands behind her for support, her 
legs slightly bent and apart, and her long, light brown 
hair hanging on the floor behind her. That is, naked 
except for a frilly red garter belt, sheer stockings 
and red high heels. I didn't even now she owned a 
garter belt. And those shoes! They had ankle straps and 
must have had at least five inch heels. Her other 
clothes were strewn all over the floor. The dwarf from 
the restaurant was straddling her stomach, his short, 
bandy legs barely reaching around her. 

The dirty pervert was still wearing his undershirt and 
his socks. He was rubbing some sort of long stick on 
her breasts. It took me a while to realize it was his 
cock. It was huge, ten to twelve inches long, and 
thick. It would have looked big on an ordinary man, On 
him it looked gigantean.

One of the smaller windows was open so I could just 
made out what was being said.

"Come on Arnie," I heard Leanne say. "Put it in my 
mouth. I want to suck your fuck stick." With her right 
hand she wiped some spittle off her chin.

I was flabbergasted. My wife never swears; she hardly 
ever says "damn". To hear her use language like that 
was too much for me. I had to leave.

I couldn't tear myself away.

The dwarf rubbed the head of his cock on my wife's face 
and around her lips, smearing the bright red lipstick. 
She had her mouth open and her tongue out trying to 
catch it. When she couldn't, she put her head back and 
laughed.

"Come on, Arnie, stop teasing and let me taste it."

I watched in amazement as my modest and virtuous wife 
sucked and slurped on his large cock. Once when I had 
suggested she put my penis in her mouth she called me a 
dirty pervert and slept in the spare bedroom for three 
days.

I was only a couple of yards or so from them and could 
see everything. The dwarf had reached down and was 
pulling on one of her nipples.

"That's right, baby, suck on that monster. Do it right 
and I'll give you a drink of my cum. Would you like 
that?"

To my horror I saw her nod and redouble her efforts on 
his big root.

"Oh, baby," he continued, "you're the best cocksucker I 
ever met. You like sucking on my dick? Does it turn you 
on?'

Again she nodded.

I leaned over and threw up. I couldn't watch any 
longer. But some horrid fascination made me stay. When 
I looked through the window again, the dwarf was 
handing my wife a bottle of Jack Daniels. She put the 
bottle to her lips and took a couple of gulps. I have 
never seen Leanne drink more than one glass of wine. I 
don't even keep any liquor in the house. Now she was 
drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle. She passed 
the bottle back to the dwarf who drank from it, too, 
before putting it on a nearby table.

Leanne lay down on her back with her knees up, rubbing 
herself between the legs. The dwarf straddled her head 
and rubbed his big, hairy balls all over her face. He 
stopped them directly over her mouth. She opened up and 
sucked them in.

"Oh, baby. Suck those nuts. Hum for me. Make my dick 
harder than it is."

She hummed for him. My beautiful, young wife was on her 
back sucking on the balls of a midget and humming. 
While getting the hum job, the dwarf grabbed the bottle 
from the table and had another drink from it.

Having had enough of the hum job the dwarf scooted down 
and placed his cock between Leanne's large breasts. She 
pushed them up and wrapped them around his cock.

"Ah, baby. You've got the best tits for fucking I've 
ever known. You're a real hot cunt, you know?" He said 
as he moved back and forth.

"Oh, Arnie," she responded, "shoot your cum all over my 
face. Right in my mouth." She opened her mouth and 
obscenely stuck out her tongue.

"Not yet, baby. I want you to do something else for me. 
Come on. You know what I like."

"Please, Arnie," I heard her say, her fingers busy 
between her legs. "Fuck me. Stick that dick right up my 
cunt. Fuck me good. I need to feel your big cock up my 
cunt."

I still couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yeah, baby, I'll fuck you all right. But you got to do 
this first."

I wanted to go. Morbid fascination made me stay. I 
watched the dwarf hop off of Leanne and, after grabbing 
the bottle from the table, hobble over to my easy 
chair. Scrambling up it, he turned around and waited 
for her, his hard-on sticking out obscenely.

My wife crawled over to him on her hands and knees, her 
breasts swaying as she went. Saliva dribbled down her 
chin. She had a lustful gleam in her blue-grey eyes and 
she growled softly. It wasn't until then that I noticed 
the loud music was no longer playing. 

As she approached him he stuck one of his feet towards 
her. Taking the toe of his sock between her teeth she 
slowly pulled it off. Then she licked his toes while 
the dirty little pervert cooed with glee, taking the 
occasional drink from the bottle. The procedure was 
repeated on his other foot. I threw up again.

By the time I had finished puking she had is cock in 
her mouth again. Still on her hands and knees she 
slowly rocked back and forth, her breasts swinging with 
her movements. I watched as she took more and more of 
his long penis into her mouth. 

The dwarf encouraged her with words like, "that's 
right, baby, eat it all," and "take it right down your 
throat," and "your the best cocksucker around". After 
about a minute of trying, she finally had his entire 
length in her mouth. I couldn't see how she did it, how 
she didn't choke. 

Five or six times she went down until her lips touched 
his pubic hair, then moved back until only the tip of 
the penis was in her mouth. She would look up at him at 
these times and, licking his knob, smile, repeatedly 
asking if he liked what she was doing.

At this time I seemed to be in the room with the two, 
as if I had somehow flowed through the window glass. 
Another polar wind blew through my hot and sweaty body. 
Nothing seemed real, except what I was watching.

The dwarf had rolled onto his back on the seat of the 
chair and had his deformed legs up in the air. Leanne 
had moved closer and, holding his cock out of the way 
with her hand, was licking his balls. He was going 
crazy, yelling, "Lower, lower!"

To my horror, she went lower. Now holding his over-
sized testicles out of the way she ran her tongue up 
and down the crack of the dwarf's ass. With his hands 
he spread his ass cheeks apart and she stuck her tongue 
into his ass hole.

I've been married to this woman for six years, I 
thought. This woman teaches Sunday School. How can she 
do this? How could I not have know she is really a 
dirty whore?

"Oh, baby, suck my ass, french my asshole!" screamed 
the dwarf. "Stick your tongue all the way in. Taste my 
shit. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, baby, you're the best."

I was appalled. In contrast, my wife loved it, forcing 
her tongue up his rectum as far as she could, moaning 
with lust the entire time. The dwarf continued to 
encourage her in her filthy job until she finally 
rolled onto her back. She raised her legs to her chest 
and spread them, rubbing her cunt lasciviously.

"Come on, Arnie, you promised to fuck me. Stick your 
dick in my fuck hole. I need it badly. You promised. 
Fuck me. Make me come." She was delirious with desire.

The dwarf jumped off my chair. "Here I come, baby," he 
said, waddling towards her. "Open those legs wide for 
the fuck of your life." With that, he put the tip of 
his penis on my wife's vagina and shoved it into her.

After watching everything that had previously happened, 
Leanne's reaction still surprised and shocked me. As 
the dwarf plowed away at her, she bucked and moaned and 
yelled out obscene things, screaming at him to fuck her 
harder. His cock was so long he couldn't get the entire 
thing into her; at least two inches remained out of her 
pussy with each of his down strokes. I watched with 
dismay as the dirty whore came, thrashing about on the 
floor.

With her orgasm finished, the dwarf told her to get up 
on her hands and knees. With her ass pointed at him he 
entered her from behind, doggy style. Leanne's hanging 
breasts, their nipples hard as rocks, bounced as he 
thrust into her. Her second orgasm racked her body 
shortly afterwards.

"Ok, baby," the dwarf said, "you know what comes next."

"Oh, yes, Arnie," she begged. "Do it. Do it hard. Fuck 
me in the ass!"

"Hold still, then," The dwarf warned, "if you want my 
dick up your shit hole."

"Oh, yes," my whore-wife said, still bouncing with 
anticipation. "In my shit hole. In my shit hole."

The dwarf smacked her hard across the ass. "Hold still, 
then!" he commanded.

Leanne held still. The dwarf positioned his enormous 
cock against the entrance to her bowels. Slowly he 
pushed it into her while she implored him to go deeper. 
With very few pauses, the dwarf slid his entire penis 
up my wife's ass.

He fucked her ass with vigor, his balls bouncing on her 
pussy. When he thrust in, she pushed back, making sure 
every inch of his cock got into her. She said all sorts 
of filthy things about how she loved a big dick up her 
ass as he fucked her. After five minutes of this his 
face started to contort.

"Quick, I'm ready. I'm going to come."

When he said this, Leanne quickly spun around. Grabbing 
the base of his cock, she put the dirty thing in her 
mouth and pumped it with her hand. It didn't take long 
before he erupted. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he 
sprayed his cum all over her face. The first stream hit 
her between the eyes. The rest squirted on her nose and 
cheeks, and in her open mouth. It dripped off her chin.

"Oh, baby," he said, still squeezing cum on her face, 
"you're the hottest cunt I've ever fucked. You're the 
best."

Leanne rolled over onto her back. Her legs were facing 
the window so I watched her finger her pussy as the 
dwarf got dressed.

"Sorry, I've got to go," he said to her. "Business, you 
know." Before he left he took a twenty dollar note from 
his wallet and threw it down on her recumbent body. 
"Here," he said, "buy something nice for yourself." 
With that, he picked up the half full bottle of Jack 
Daniels and left.

My wife ignored the money and continued to finger 
herself until she had another orgasm.

* * *

I must have returned to the car after that because the 
next thing I remember was Leanne gently shaking me. 
"Please, Gerry, wake up!" I heard from about one 
hundred miles away. Slowly I regained consciousness. 
Leanne was shaking me. I looked up into her lovely, 
caring face. Then I remembered the dwarf.

"Come on, Gerry, I'll get you into the house and get 
you cleaned up. You're so hot! I'll get you straight to 
bed."

I looked up at her. She was so beautiful and such a 
good wife. I tried not to remember what I had seen, but 
couldn't. There were tears in my eyes. I knew what she 
was, now.

I looked down at myself. My suit was covered in vomit. 
I was so cold I shivered. I knew I was not well and 
would have to depend on this woman a little longer. She 
helped me out of the car and into the house. 
Struggling, she got me up the stairs and into the 
bathroom where she stripped my clothes off and wiped me 
with a warm rag. I just couldn't believe this warm and 
tender person was the same whore I had seen earlier 
tonight.

"I only found you because I was looking for the cat. I 
noticed the back end of the car sticking out of the 
garage. How long have you been there?" she asked.

"I got here just after dark," I said. I noticed the 
startled look on her face but she quickly covered it 
up. "I was too weak to get out of the car," I lied.

"That was three hours ago," she said. "You poor 
darling. Here's your pyjamas. I'll help you get them 
on."

She put me to bed and took my temperature. When the 
thermometer showed my temperature was 104°F, it 
frightened her a bit. While she went to call the 
doctor, I lay in bed, the room spinning around me. 
Freezing cold spells were followed by hot sweats. 
Leanne returned to tell me she couldn't reach the 
doctor but his wife advised I take some aspirin and 
drink plenty of water. I took the pills proffered by 
Leanne and swallowed them with the water. She wiped my 
hot forehead with a cool rag and told me she'd sleep in 
the spare room so she wouldn't bother me.

I wanted to mention what I had seen but couldn't bring 
myself to do it. I watched, a great sadness 
overwhelming me, as Leanne left the room.

* * *

The room continued to spin around me and the hot and 
cold flushes got no better. I was surprised when Leanne 
came back into the room. She sat down in the chair 
beside me, tears in her eyes.

"Gerry," she said, quietly. "I am so sorry. I know what 
you saw tonight. I never meant to hurt you. Please 
believe that."

I looked up at her. I didn't want to talk about it but 
I heard myself say, "How did it happen? How did you 
ever meet that creep?"

"He's not a creep!" she said, defensively. Then, 
realising her position, she became more contrite. "It's 
a long story. I realize that you're not well and would 
rather not hear this right now, but Reverend Walters 
says confession is good for the soul.

"One night, about six months ago, three of the girls at 
the office asked me to go to have a drink with them. 
You were up north so I figured it wouldn't hurt 
anything. Three hours later, with hardly anything to 
eat, they talked me into going to a night-club with 
them. I knew I shouldn't, but I was a bit lonely and 
had had a few too many drinks.

"We got to the night-club, had a few more drinks and 
watched the people dancing. I was approached by more 
than one man who asked me to dance but I turned them 
all down. At the bar, sitting on a stool, we noticed a 
dwarf. He looked at us and the girls were making jokes 
about him. Then he approached us, introduced himself 
and asked me to dance. The other girls thought this was 
a great joke and cajoled me into accepting his offer. 
We danced to a couple of songs and I returned to my 
table. The girls were howling with laughter.

"Soon after I had to go to the ladies. When I was 
returning to the table, Arnie approached me again. He 
was upset. He said he knew we were making fun of him. 
You know I don't like people who make fun of others and 
felt ashamed of my behavior. He said I could make it up 
to him by going out with him the next night. I told him 
I was married and couldn't but he called me a cold 
hearted bitch like the others and wished he had never 
danced with me.

"Taken aback by his harsh words, and because I was 
probably a bit drunk, without thinking I agreed to go 
out with him and gave him my name and address. I knew I 
shouldn't have, but it just came out. He said he'd see 
me tomorrow night and left. When I got back to the 
table the others wanted to know what he said to me. I 
told them he asked me for a date. This brought more 
peals of laughter which made me angry. I told them they 
shouldn't be so cruel. We all left shortly after.

"The next day I had a hangover and didn't feel well at 
all. I still made it to work where the girls I'd been 
out with teased me about upcoming my date. I lied and 
told them I'd given the dwarf a phony name, too 
embarrassed to tell them the truth. The kidded me about 
it all day.

"That night I had dinner and got ready for a night of 
watching TV. I was sure Arnie would not show up. At 
seven thirty the doorbell rang. I froze with fear. I 
went to the door, turned the outside light on and 
looked out the peephole. There was no one there. 
Suddenly there was a rap at the door. I jumped. I still 
could not see anyone out the peephole so I opened the 
door a crack.

"Outside stood Arnie. He had a bunch of flowers in his 
hand. He asked if I was ready. I told him through the 
crack that I couldn't possibly go out with him. He got 
angry and started calling me names so I shut the door 
on him. I was shaking but thought that he would leave. 
As I was looking through the peephole to see if he'd 
gone, I heard a voice behind me. I had forgotten the 
back door wasn't locked.

"He berated me for breaking my promise. I felt awful. 
You know I pride myself in keeping promises, so I 
finally relented. I figured one date would not hurt 
anything, my obligation would be finished and I'd never 
see him again.

"I went upstairs to change. I put on a tweed skirt, a 
cardigan over a white cotton blouse, and flat shoes. 
When I came down, Arnie got angry with me, saying he 
wouldn't go out with his mother dressed like that. He 
insisted I put something on a bit sexier so he wouldn't 
be embarrassed in front of his friends, and to wear 
some make-up. I went back upstairs and changed again.

"This time I wore a short skirt, silk blouse and higher 
heels. I also put on some lipstick and eye make-up. 
When I came down for the second time, Arnie was sitting 
on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. He 
said that was better. Then he shocked me by asking if I 
had stockings and a garter belt instead of the panty 
hose I was wearing. I suddenly realized that, because 
he was so short, he could see quite a way up my skirt. 

Holding my hands in front of me and pressing the skirt 
to my legs to block his view, I told him I didn't. He 
then ordered me to remove the panty hose and go bare 
legged. I seemed to be in his control so I obeyed. As I 
walked back up the stairs, I could feel his eyes on me, 
looking up my skirt. For some reason, I don't know why, 
it thrilled me a bit and I didn't make any attempt to 
cover myself. On my way up he told me to lose the bra, 
too.

"I came back down, without panty hose and braless. This 
seemed to please Arnie and, for some strange reason I 
can't explain, pleased me, too."

By this time in her story, I noticed Leanne was 
stroking the inside of her thighs. I suddenly realized 
the story was turning her on.

"We went out to his car," she continued, "And got in. 
We went to a small bar where he seemed to know 
everybody and we had a couple of drinks. He introduced 
me to everyone as his new girlfriend. This shocked me a 
bit but the alcohol had loosened my inhibitions enough 
so I just smiled and nodded.

"After a few hours and more drinks than I should have 
had - nervousness I suppose - we got back in his car. I 
thought he was taking me home but, instead, he took me 
to a strip club. At first I refused to go in with him 
but he insisted and I felt my resolve crumble. When we 
entered there was a woman dancing on stage. She was 
completely naked, flaunting her body at all the men 
watching her. Much to my dismay, Arnie took me right to 
the front by the stage and we sat down. The girl came 
dancing towards us, squatted down right in front of me 
and spread her legs. I could see everything and was 
very embarrassed. I didn't know where to look."

"Leanne," I interrupted, as forcefully as I could. 
"Your hand!"

She looked at me, then realized her hand had made its 
way up her night-gown where she was slowly stroking 
herself. She quickly pulled the hand out.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to..."

"Go on with your story," I said. It was killing me but 
I had to hear it through. I felt so bad I thought I 
might die any second anyway.

"Arnie seemed to know everyone at the strip club, too. 
This time he introduced me as his new piece. I didn't 
understand what he meant by that at the time. After a 
watching a few more dancers and having a few more 
drinks, Arnie started a conversation with the man 
sitting on the other side of me. He knew the man and 
they talked about various things. I was so mesmerized 
by the dancers and the alcohol I hadn't noticed that 
Arnie had unbuttoned my blouse until I felt his hand on 
my bare breast. I gave out a yelp and pulled my blouse 
back together. The man sitting next to me had seen 
everything. Both he and Arnie laughed.

"Arnie told me that I was a grown woman and had a fine 
set of tits that others would like to see. I wasn't so 
sure, but let him pull my blouse open anyway, exposing 
my tits to the men around us. They all agreed that my 
tits were world class as Arnie rubbed and squeezed 
them."

Leanne's hand had sneaked under her night-gown again. I 
was too sick, tired and broken hearted to say or do 
anything about it.

"Arnie and the man wanted me to get up on stage and 
dance for them. I refused. Arnie took me home shortly 
afterward.

"In the car, Arnie asked when he could take me out 
again. I told him it was impossible, that I was married 
and couldn't just date strange men. My resistance to 
his overtures was down but I tried to be as adamant as 
I could. He countered by asking if being seen in 
company with a midget was embarrassing to me. I told 
him that it didn't matter how tall he was, I was 
married and that was that.

"When we got to the house I got out and went to the 
door. To my surprise, Arnie was right behind be. I told 
him I had to work in the morning and needed my sleep. 
He said he was only coming in for a night-cap, showing 
me the bottle of whiskey he had. I tried to argue with 
him but it was futile.

"In the house he poured us both a drink. It was neat 
whiskey. We sat on the couch and my head was spinning 
so much I put it back and just sat there saying nothing 
at all. I could feel Arnie unbuttoning my blouse again. 
When I objected, he said he'd been looking at my tits 
all night long and asked why it should be any different 
now. I was beyond resisting so I let him fondle and 
kiss my breasts.

"In spite of my intentions, it felt good. I could also 
feel a tingling sensation between my legs. This 
increased when Arnie put his hand under my skirt and 
stroked me between my legs. I am ashamed to admit, but 
I gave in to my lust. I let Arnie do whatever he wanted 
to me."

By this time, Leanne's hand was rubbing the area 
between her legs with intensity. In my dream-like 
state, I wondered how long she could keep this up 
before she had an orgasm. I remember thinking that the 
dwarf must have a powerful hold on her.

"He removed my blouse and then my underpants. He pulled 
me so I was at the edge of the couch. Then he spread my 
legs wide and started licking me. It felt so good. I 
sat there and luxuriated in the feeling. It just felt 
so good. I didn't want him to stop. I found my hands 
rubbing my nipples. Arnie licked me and licked me and 
wouldn't stop. I felt the orgasm building up in me and 
- aaaaaaaagh, aaagh, aaagh, oh, oh, oh, shit, that was 
good."

Leanne sat quietly for a few minutes, her body forward 
and her head resting on my leg. The dwarf had made her 
come again, and he wasn't even in the room. I felt 
small and humiliated. Finally she sat up.

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry," she apologized. "That wasn't 
meant to happen."

"Go on with your story," I said without enthusiasm.

"After he made me come, he took his clothes off. I was 
amazed at how big his dick was. He told me to suck it. 
I told him I had never done that before but he 
insisted, saying turnabout was fair play. It felt huge 
in my mouth. After a few minutes he put it into me and 
fucked me. I had two more orgasms before he left. You 
were coming home the next day so we arranged to go out 
the next week when you were gone again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she said. Her head was back 
down on my leg and she was sobbing. "I didn't mean to 
hurt you, you must believe that. I love you so much I'd 
never hurt you on purpose."

I lay there, absently stroking her hair. Her confession 
seemed more than words to me; I could actually see what 
happened as she talked. It was if she were infusing the 
images straight into my mind. I was numb, but I loved 
her, too, and felt bound to forgive her and protect her 
from this situation she had got herself into.

"There, there," I said, comfortingly. "Now that you 
told me, you won't be bothered by him any more. I'll 
protect you. You won't have to see him any more." As I 
said it, I felt Leanne stiffen.

"But we have a date for tomorrow night," she said.

"That's all right," I said. "I just won't let him in. 
I'll tell him you are my wife and you don't want to see 
him any more."

"But I promised."

"This is one promise you will just have to break."

She didn't answer. Finally she got up, kissed me good 
night and left the room.

* * *

The room spun in one direction while my bed spun in the 
other. I seemed to be hot and cold at the same time. I 
once woke to see Leanne sitting in a chair next to me. 
She was naked. The dwarf was standing on the bed next 
to me pointing his enormous cock at Leanne's face. She 
had it in her mouth while he encouraged her to suck it 
harder. Too weak to stop it I turned away but the image 
stayed with me.

I woke again. I was in the family room. Leanne was 
naked and on the floor on her hands and knees. The 
dwarf was behind her with his cock up her ass. Leanne 
was barking like a dog. I went over to the dwarf and 
pushed at him but I had very little strength.

"Leave my wife alone!" I yelled at him.

"Piss off, you prickless bastard," he said to me.

I tried to grab him but he was gone. So was Leanne. I 
fell to the floor.

Later I woke and felt the presence of people in the 
room. One was touching me. I struggled to get away 
without opening my eyes. I couldn't. Finally they left 
me alone.

Once again I woke. I could see daylight behind the 
drawn curtains. Leanne had a glass to my mouth, 
encouraging me to drink. I could smell whiskey. I went 
back to sleep.

Yet again I woke. Leanne was standing in the room 
dressing. She was wearing only a short red skirt and 
the red shoes. I watched her full breasts jiggle as she 
applied make-up to her face. I don't remember her 
leaving.

The next time I woke I was standing on the landing of 
the stairs. A bell was ringing. I recognized it as the 
doorbell. I watched Leanne walk to the door and open 
it. The dwarf walked in with a bottle of Jack Daniels. 
She squatted down and they exchanged a passionate kiss, 
after which they both took a drink of the whiskey.

I struggled down the stairs into the living room, 
having to pause twice to allow the stairs to stop 
spinning. When I arrived in the living room the dwarf 
looked at me with a triumphant glare while Leanne was 
looking down at the floor. Leanne had on a red skirt 
and a sheer red blouse. I could clearly see she wasn't 
wearing anything under the blouse.

They stood next to each other. In her heels Leanne was 
about six feet tall, almost twice as tall as the dwarf; 
he didn't even come up to the waistband on her skirt. I 
saw the dwarf put his hand on her knee, then watched as 
his hand slowly moved up her leg until it disappeared 
under her skirt. Never looking up, Leanne parted her 
legs a bit. I saw the thin fabric of the skirt move as 
the dwarf played with my wife's pussy.

The glare never left the dwarf's face. Finally he said, 
"Come on, baby, we're going."

They turned and left the house, Leanne still staring at 
the floor. As the door closed behind them I tried to 
call Leanne's name but the word caught in my throat and 
came out as a croak. I collapsed on the couch.

Suddenly I was in a dark room with loud music. It was 
very hot. I couldn't remember how I got there. I was 
standing at the back of the room watching a naked woman 
dance on a stage in front of a group of men. It was 
Leanne. She squatted in front of each man and let them 
touch her breasts and pussy. Another woman with bright 
red hair came out on the stage. She took off her 
clothes and she and Leanne danced together, rubbing 
their bodies on one another.

The music stopped, then started again. I was in my bed. 
I got up to find the source of the music. The floor 
pitched under me and I nearly fell over. I left the 
room and stood on the landing. The music was coming 
from downstairs.

I sat down and looked through the balustrades into the 
living room. Leanne was dancing with a tall black man. 
All she was wearing was a blouse, shoes, stockings and 
garter belt. I could see the patch of light brown hair 
between her legs as she twirled around. I felt a chill 
wind blow through me.

The dwarf approached her, yelled something I couldn't 
hear and gave her her skirt and panties. When he turned 
his back, Leanne threw the clothes on the floor and 
gave him the finger. She returned to dancing with the 
Black who began touching her between her legs. She 
threw her head back and laughed.

The dwarf came back. He yelled at her again and they 
argued. I couldn't hear a word they said. Finally, with 
reluctance, Leanne put the panties and skirt on an 
continued dancing with the black man.

The dwarf went to the front door and opened it. Two 
people came in, the red headed stripper from the strip 
club and a weaselly looking man with a pencil thin 
moustache. He was wearing a hat. The Stripper was 
wearing a flimsy light green dress with thin straps. It 
looked to be at least a size too small and her enormous 
breasts looked ready to burst out of it at any time. 
She went over to Leanne and they embraced and kissed.

Meanwhile, the Weasel took a camera out of his bag. He 
took pictures of the women kissing, sucking on each 
other's tongues and touching each other. After they 
undressed one another he took pictures of them sucking 
on each other's nipples. He took close-ups of my wife 
licking the Stripper's pussy and of the Stripper 
licking Leanne's. The dwarf directed the women while 
the Weasel took more pictures.

The Weasel took a large dildo from his camera bag and 
tossed it to the Stripper. She used it in my wife's 
cunt for a while then pushed it up her ass. Leanne had 
at least one orgasm. The big Black approached the two 
women. They unzipped his pants and pulled out his 
penis. It was as big as the dwarf's but appeared 
smaller on his larger frame. Leanne took the black cock 
into her mouth and soon had it all the way in. She then 
gave it to the Stripper to suck while she licked his 
balls.

I hung onto the balustrades as the house lurched. My 
vision blurred. When it cleared I seemed to be much 
closer but still hanging on to the posts. The Black now 
had his pants off and sat on the couch. My wife 
straddled his lap with his cock in her. The dwarf was 
sitting, naked, on the couch next to the Black and the 
Stripper was sucking on his enormous penis. I think I 
heard the dwarf say, "Fuck her, Harry, fuck her." The 
Weasel continued to take picture after picture.

I blinked and the tableau changed again. The Black was 
on his back on the floor. He was naked. Leanne was on 
top of him with his cock up her cunt. Holding the 
dwarf's prick, the Stripper positioned him so he was 
behind my wife. She placed the tip of his cock on 
Leanne's brown ass hole and helped him push it in. 
Leanne was going out of her mind with lust. 

I had never seen her so wanton before. They fucked like 
that for several minutes while the Weasel continued 
taking pictures. When the dwarf was ready to come, the 
Stripper pulled his cock out of my wife's ass and 
sucked him until his cum spurted in her mouth and 
dripped down her chin.

Leanne got off the Black and took his penis into her 
mouth. She sucked on it until he came, letting it 
squirt all over her face. The Stripper licked the cum 
off Leanne's face while the Weasel got more close-up 
shots. The Stripper got on her back on the floor and 
Leanne lay on top of her in a sixty nine position. They 
licked each other's pussies while the men watched and 
passed a bottle of Jack Daniels around.

It seemed to me I was watching a dirty movie with 
complete strangers in it, not my wife. The whole 
episode had a surreal, dreamlike quality. I was numb, 
beyond feeling, beyond being upset about my wife's 
behavior. It wasn't my sweet and innocent wife down 
there; it was some dirty, slutty whore doing those 
things. I had seen enough, though I don't remember 
going back to bed.

* * *

A ringing in my ears woke me. It was the telephone 
beside the bed. I answered it, noticing daylight behind 
the closed curtains. It was Leanne.

"Hi Gerry? How are you feeling?"

"Where are you?" I asked.

"At work, of course, silly," she replied. "It's ten 
o'clock. Where did you think I'd be?" I wasn't sure. 
The sounds behind her certainly sounded like her work. 
"I called to see how you were. The doctor said you 
should be feeling better now. You gave us a scare."

I was feeling better. The dizziness and hot and cold 
spells had passed. I still felt very weak and extremely 
thirsty. I told her this.

"What was wrong with me?" I asked.

"The doctor thought it was food poisoning." The damn 
sausages I had for breakfast. I thought they had tasted 
funny. "I was really frightened when I found you in the 
car Wednesday night. You thrashed and moaned and yelled 
things I didn't understand. The doctor said high fever 
often causes hallucinations. I'm so glad you're feeling 
better now."

"I'd better call my boss and tell him I won't be in 
today," I said.

"Don't worry about it," Leanne said. "I called him 
yesterday and told him the doctor said you should stay 
home for the next three days."

"Yesterday? What day is it?"

"Friday," Leanne informed me.

"Friday? What happened Thursday?"

"You were very sick."

"Yes, I guess I was."

"The doctor said that if you were feeling better today 
you could have something to eat. Nothing heavy, just 
boiled eggs and dry toast."

"Ok. I am very hungry. I'll go fix something now."

"Gerry?"

"Yes, Leanne?"

"I love you very much. You know that, don't you."

"I love you too, Leanne."

"See you when I get home. Call me if there's anything 
you want."

"Bye," I said and hung up.

During the last part of our conversation the word 
"hallucinations" kept going over and over in my mind. 
Of course. That explained it. Leanne was a good wife. I 
had obviously hallucinated all that stuff about her.

I laid back in the bed and thought about it. It started 
to make sense. The depraved stories of that dwarf in 
the restaurant had stuck in my mind and I had 
hallucinated that it was my wife he was seeing. It all 
fit in place, all the things I thought I saw my wife do 
with him. Harry I remembered the dwarf mentioning. 

Why he was black in my hallucination I don't know - 
maybe some deep seated fear. The Stripper I remembered 
from a time my boss took me to a strip show when we 
were in Chicago. The pictures and the photographer were 
part of it, too. The photographer looked like some 
gangster out of a 30's movie. People just don't look 
like that today.

I got out of bed and nearly fell to my knees. I was 
weaker than I thought. I made it downstairs to the 
kitchen and drank two glasses of water, I was that 
thirsty. I boiled two eggs and made myself some toast. 
As I ate it I reflected how lucky I was to have such a 
wonderful wife. I was very happy with my life. That was 
until I scraped the egg shells into the garbage pail 
and found the empty Jack Daniels bottle.

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THE ELEVATOR

Tom Aaron jumped out of the cab in front of County 
General Hospital, getting soaked to the skin as a 
summer thunder storm swept across Cobb County. Shaking 
off as much water as he could, Tom looked to find the 
correct bank of elevators that would take him to Dr. 
Golden's office on the tenth floor. 

Seeing one of the elevator doors beginning to shut, Tom 
broke into a sprint and stuck his arm into the closing 
doors and made them bounce back open allowing him 
entry. When he finally settled into the front corner of 
the elevator in front of the floor selection panel, he 
noticed a pretty young woman of about twenty-two or 
three leaning up against the wall at the back of the 
lift. 

He nodded a cursory hello and turned back to wait for 
his stop on ten. Just as the elevator passed the sixth 
floor there was a hard bump and all the lights went 
out. The elevator was not moving and they were standing 
in pitch darkness. Before either of them could say any 
thing an emergency light in the back corner popped on 
filling the elevator with a soft eerie yellowish light.

Tom turned to the raincoat-clad girl and said, "It 
might be a power outage from the storm, and we may be 
here for a little while." 

The girl now looking very forlorn said, "I've got an 
appointment with my baby doctor in five minutes, I hope 
I'm not late!"

After fifteen minutes and still no power, Tom sat down 
on the floor to rest, and the young woman who had 
introduced herself as Sandra, still stood in the corner 
not moving an inch. As the two made small talk, Tom got 
the distinct impression that Sandra was very 
uncomfortable. He couldn't exactly put his finger on 
it, but she kept her arms folded in front of her and 
she fidgeted from one leg to the other.

Finally Tom asked her if she had a problem. Shaking her 
head yes, Sandra slowly removed her coat and revealed a 
truly massive chest on such a slim body! Tom knew he 
was staring but couldn't help himself! Just watching 
Sandra breath was a treat in itself! 

Sandra then said, "I had a baby about six weeks ago, 
and I've always been large busted, but since I got 
pregnant they have just grown and grown! Now I have to 
wear a 40DD bra! I nurse my baby at least six times a 
day, but I produce way more milk than she can drink, so 
I use a breast pump at least twice a day to relieve the 
pressure. This morning my pump broke down and I was 
going to pick up another one at my doctor's office, but 
now we're stuck in here and my breasts are really 
getting sore." 

Tom couldn't believe his ears! Here was a pretty young 
woman talking about her over-sized breasts as if they 
were talking about the weather! Not knowing what to 
say, Tom just nodded and said he hoped that they would 
be out soon and that she could see her doctor soon.

Another half hour went by and still no movement. Sandra 
was now growing more desperate! She had been whimpering 
for a good ten minutes and now was starting to tear up 
from the painful pressure. Sandra was holding her huge 
tits, one in each hand, trying to relieve some of the 
strain that their sheer bulk was causing.

Tom, trying to act the gentleman, asked if there was 
anything he could do to help.

Still massaging her chest, Sandra looked at him and 
said, "When my baby sucks on them to get milk, I can 
feel the tightness go away. If you could maybe suck 
them for me, maybe the swelling would go down a 
little." 

Dumbfounded what she had asked of him, all he could do 
was nod his head "yes". 

Sandra quickly unbuttoned her loose fitting top and 
dropped it to the floor. Right in front of his face was 
an industrial strength bra that was doing it's best to 
hold back a tidal wave of tit flesh! Sandra unhooked 
her bra and let it slip of her slim shoulders. Her huge 
tits were tipped with large nipples that were almost a 
deep shade of purple! The tips were long and firm, the 
result of nursing a baby six times a day!

As Sandra sat down next to Tom, her breasts swayed back 
and forth just inches from his face. Now sitting 
against the elevator wall, Sandra asked Tom to lay on 
his back with his head in her lap. She guided a hard 
nipple into his mouth and said, "Come on baby, let 
Momma feed her big boy!"

Tom started sucking on the huge nipple and soon his 
mouth was full of thin sweet tasting milk! The more he 
sucked the more he wanted! After about fifteen minutes 
Sandra removed the nipple only to replace it with it's 
heavy twin! 

By now Tom's pecker was hard as a flagpole! His head 
being held and caressed by this beautiful young girl 
who was cooing softly as he sucked the milk from her 
big chest. His heart jumped in his chest when he felt 
her begin rubbing the front of Tom's pants.

When she found his erection Tom heard a moan come from 
her lips. "Baby's a naughty little boy," she said, as 
she rubbed up and down the shaft of his thick pecker 
through the material of his pants!

Finally when Tom thought that he couldn't take it any 
longer, Sandra moaned, "Time for Momma to suck baby." 
She unzipped Tom's pants, slipped her small hand into 
his open fly, and pulled out his engorged organ!

He had never felt such a delicate touch as the one this 
young huge titted woman was now giving to his straining 
cock! Because of the massiveness of her chest, Sandra 
was able to lean over and take his prick into her mouth 
and not even pull the nipple from his lips! As delicate 
as were her fingers, her mouth was another story! She 
became a bitch in heat as she began to deep throat his 
entire shaft! Both of them moaned and groaned as they 
sucked each other, he on her huge nipple, and her on 
his manly blue steel!

The mutual suckfest went on for about five minutes when 
Tom's balls tightened and his cock shot his load of hot 
jism into Sandra's mouth! As he shot his seed into her 
mouth, Sandra began her own orgasm simply from the 
intense sucking that Tom had been giving her engorged 
boobs and at the knowledge that she'd brought him off! 

Sandra moaned lustily, "The baby gives me orgasms all 
the time when I nurse her! Ever since I got pregnant I 
can get off on my tits all by themselves!"

Just then the lights came on and the elevator started 
to move! 

Both Tom and Sandra leaped to their feet and struggled 
to get their clothes on! Sandra didn't even have time 
to put on her bra! At the tenth floor there were people 
waiting to get on the elevator. Tom stepped out and 
gave Sandra a wink as the elevator quickly filled up. 

Sitting in the waiting room Tom looked out the window 
as the sun came through the clouds. A guy sitting next 
to him said, "Some storm, huh?" Tom looked at him and 
replied, "Yeah, some storm alright!"

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THE ADMISSION

We had been seeing each other for a while now, and each 
time the sex was getting better. Little discoveries of 
pleasure spots each time had led to some very hot 
sessions.

This particular day I heard her car pull up and waited 
for her to come inside. In the background the TV was 
playing a porn movie the sound track betraying the 
moans and squeals of pleasure from the various 
actresses. As she walked through the door in a glance I 
took her in noticing her hard nipples under her 
clothing and the slight flush on her cheeks and throat. 
I moved towards her and took her in my arms 
passionately kissing her lips sliding my tongue into 
her mouth, my hand dropping to clutch one of her ass 
cheeks in my hand.

I felt her thrust her hips into mine causing my cock to 
thicken and lengthen. She continued to grind against me 
while sucking my tongue in her mouth; I cup one of her 
tits in my hand gently stroking the nipple making it 
harden even further. 

Her breathing was starting to get a little ragged and I 
could feel her body trembling all over.

I broke off the embrace and led her to the couch and 
told her to sit down. Once seated, she reached out and 
cupped my bulge in her hand, and looked up at me with 
pure lust in her eyes.

I tell her to wait there and go out of the room.

When I return I have shaving foam a razor and a bowl of 
warm water I also have a towel. While putting the 
equipment down I feel my pants being opened then she 
puts my cock to her lips and slides my cock straight to 
the back of her throat. 

I reach down and grip her nipples between my fingers 
and squeeze hard, which drives a moan from her throat 
and an increase in the tempo she is sliding her mouth 
up and down my throbbing thick tool, at the same time 
she gently scratches my sack with her long fingernails. 
I look down and see a bright red ring encircling my 
cock where her lipstick has rubbed off.

Meanwhile the porn film continues the slapping sound of 
fucking and the moans of the starlet add to the 
eroticism of the moment.

A mew of disappointment escapes her throat as I 
withdraw my cock from her mouth and start to get set 
for shaving her cunt, which I can already smell the 
musk which just serves to excite me further.

I slide a towel under her ass and tell her to spread 
her legs wide and place her feet on the seat so she is 
wide open for me to see. I can't resist a lick of her 
very wet creamy hole and stiff clit before I get to the 
business of shaving her. 

Reluctantly I relinquish her clit, and start to apply 
the shaving foam all over her cunt getting it very 
lathered up.

Next I take the razor and remove the hair around the 
outside shaving it very smooth, then I pull one of her 
labia gently out and carefully shave her labia then the 
other.

Once finished I apply a warm flannel and the water to 
clean the foam and hair away gently, and then dry her 
cunt with a towel.

Now I can truly see all aspects of her cunt her clit 
peeking out her piss hole and her dripping moist hole 
as well. As I watch I see moisture form and start to 
flow out down her ass glistening in the light, I lean 
in and lick it up.

I sit beside her and we start to concentrate on the 
movie. I feel her hand reach over and it encircles my 
throbbing cock. She is also fingering her own cunt 
frigging her clit and breathing deeply.

The scene in the film involves two men and a woman, the 
woman is on her hands and knees, she is deep-throating 
the man in front of her, meanwhile the man behind her 
is slowly sliding his cock into the woman's asshole.

I here her gasp and turn to ask what is wrong?

For a long time there is no reply, only the sensation 
of her hand tightening its grip on my cock and the 
tempo increasing both on my cock and her clit. I also 
hear her breathing becoming more ragged. The scene on 
the TV is reaching its crescendo the men both nearing 
their climaxes when she says to me, "Babe I want you to 
fuck my ass tonight! I have been wanting to tell you 
for a while now."

I look at her face and see she is blushing but also I 
see a look of pure lust in her eyes.

It is a lot to absorb but my cock betrays my excitement 
by twitching in her hand.

We roll into a 69 on the floor my cock slides deeply 
into her mouth and she opens her throat and my cock 
slides right down until it is totally engulfed, my 
balls resting on her lips. There is already a river of 
juice dribbling from her smooth shaved cunt.

I lick slowly from her asshole right up to her clit 
lingering at her hole and her piss slit.

Back and forward my tongue goes from dipping into her 
asshole sliding up pausing to dip into her wet hole 
then lingering on her pee-hole for a moment or two then 
swirling up to her clit, then, repeating the movement 
in reverse lingering over her pee-hole, every time I do 
this I feel her jump. 

I slide my tongue over her open cunt hole and down to 
her puckered brown hole, when I get there I poke my 
tongue into the hole just teasing and opening it up. 
Wanting it to open up for me. The musky pungent scent 
of her asshole thrills me and I thrust deep into her 
mouth, all the time fingering and licking her ass hole 
and cunt.

All of this tongue action on her rosebud and cunt are 
starting to have their effect and the moans coming from 
her throat vibrate along the length of my cock. 
Continuing with my oral assault causes her to start to 
writhe around, and the moans coming from her increase 
in volume and pitch. Still licking and fingering I feel 
her nails sink into my ass cheeks, and her cunt is now 
wide open and copious quantities of her nectar are 
flowing out and running down between her ass cheeks and 
over her asshole. 

Increasing my licking tempo I feel her whole body 
tense, her moans are now shrieks screaming over and 
over again, "I'm gonna cum."

Its time for me to take her over the edge. I start to 
bite her clit then run my tongue into her pee-hole over 
and over again, her body arches and her shrieks become 
one drawn out scream, suddenly my face gets soaked as 
her cunt squirts again and again I continue to lick and 
am rewarded with even more juice, shortly after this 
she goes limp, her breathing ragged.

When she has recovered she says to me oh wow that's the 
best orgasm I have ever had "Mmmmmnnn," she almost 
sounds like she is purring.

We now go to the bedroom and I flop onto the bed, 
immediately I feel a mouth engulfing my cock sucking me 
in deeply while gently squeezing my balls.

Her mouth is like a vacuum almost sucking my balls out 
through my cock and I start to moan. I thrust upwards 
fucking her mouth rapidly reaching deep into her throat 
each time I feel my balls start to constrict, I am in 
heaven when. She stops sucking and stands.

I start to complain when she turns round and plunges 
her cunt right to my cock's base and starts to ride me 
hard, my cock and balls getting saturated by the 
copious flow of her cunt juice. She starts to ride me 
up and down faster and faster, she screams out as she 
cums again. 

After about five minutes she gets off me again and gets 
on to her hands and knees! She turns to look at me with 
lust glazed eyes and says to me, "FUCK MY ASS NOW 
STUD!"

I move up behind her, and apply some lube to her ass 
and slide my finger in then two stretching her asshole 
I slide the third finger in and feel her ass dilating, 
I reach around and start fingering her clit, the 
screams are starting again as I position the head of my 
now engorged cock at her asshole entrance. With one 
smooth thrust I slide my cock into her asshole to the 
hilt. 

I wait a few seconds for her ring to adjust to the 
girth of my cock before I start to thrust in and out 
sliding the whole 7" of my cock right out then back in 
again slowly building speed. I start to feel her 
thrusting back towards me as I push in and I hear her 
starting to keen louder and louder. 

I once more reach around and start to flick her clit, 
as I thrust in harder and faster, my fingers are now 
saturated and I feel my balls tighten again, I know now 
I am about to cum in her asshole and tell her so.

Into overdrive I go thrusting in and out faster and 
faster, I am aware of her thrusting back at me and this 
drives me over the edge I shout out, "Oohhhh fuuuck I'm 
cumming!" As my cum starts to spurt into her ass I feel 
her cunt contract and my hand is seared by gush after 
gush from her cunt, she is speaking but it is just 
incomprehensible babble as she writhes on my cock, the 
cum is still gushing from my cock into her asshole. 

Slowly we come back to reality and collapse on the bed 
totally spent my softening cock still lodged in her 
ass. We can hardly speak or move, I wrap my arm around 
her and pull her close to me we cuddle this way as we 
gradually drift off to sleep together.

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THE RENTER

Amber kissed her husband Stan goodbye and stood at the
 door as he left to go to work like she did every morn-
 ing.  She waved cheerfully to him as he pulled out of
 the drive of their spacious home, the sleeve of her
 robe slipping down her arm as she waved.  Closing the
 door she went to the window and peeked through the
 curtains for a few minutes to be sure he was gone.

 Stan was a hard working mechanic that did everything
 he could to make sure his beautiful young wife had no
 wants for anything.  The house had been bought from
 the inheritance he had received after his father's
 death.  He had wanted to invest, but Amber wanted a
 large home so he sank the entire thing into the pur-
 chase of their home.

 The property taxes and other expenses had forced them
 to make alterations in their life style.  Amber had
 said that it took her full time to maintain their new
 home so she was unable to work.  Thus Stan had taken
 on a second job at a parts house to make ends meet.
 But even this didn't do the trick and they had struck
 on the idea of taking in a renter.  So far it had
 worked out well enough.  The extra money was enough to
 keep the wolf from the door and they had the added
 security of knowing that there was someone home to
 provide added protection for Amber when Stan was
 working late.  

 Amber let the curtain fall and turned to run up the
 stairs, letting her robe fall to the floor as she
 giggled, climbing the stairs.

 She was a petite little thing who looked younger than
 her 26 years with long blonde hair that reached her
 shoulders. Her hair bobbed as she took the stairs. Her
 36D tits bounced as she made her way up  as she did
 every morning.  It was playtime!

 Amber rushed into her bedroom to find Anton already in
 her and her husband's bed.  He was a young black
 college student who had moved in after receiving a
 football scholarship to the local university six months
 before.  He was huge. Coal black and six feet six
 inches tall and toned from the vigorous workouts the
 football program demanded of him. He was lying in the
 bed with his arms behind his head and his huge ten
 inch boner sticking up in the air stiffly away from
 his firm stomach for Amber to see.

 "I thought that dumb fuck would never leave!" he said
 grinning.

 "Well he's gone now, lover," Amber giggled as she
 sprinted across the room and pounced on the bed beside
 her black stud.

 She slid her body over his giving his hard dick a
 rough lick on the way up.  Reaching his mouth she
 opened hers and sucked his tongue inside moaning and
 frantically grasping his head for the proper angle.
 Over the past three months she had come to know what
 Anton liked and she did her best to please him.  

 "MMMMMMMM... baby... you be hot this mornin!?" he said
 as he grabbed her firm white ass and ground her pelvis
 onto his rock hard dick.

 "OH God yes," she crooned," After having to sleep with
 that shrimp all night I can't wait to get in bed with
 a real man!"  She licked his lips and sucked one into
 her ready mouth. biting it gently.

 "But I have something different in mind today," she
 added," I want to fuck you in his favorite chair.  The
 one he watches all his stupid fucking fishing shows
 in."

 Amber grasped Anton's huge member in her tiny hand...
 she still marveled how her fingers couldn't meet.  She
 gave him a tug and rubbed the dark black head against
 her pale wet pussy.

 "You sure he's gone?" 

 "Yeah... It's you and me baby...all morning." she put
 on a pouting expression as she slide her finger into
 his mouth.  "Will you please fuck me in my husband's
 favorite chair?"

 Anton grinned," You got it, baby. And I'll fuck you
 anywhere else you want too."

 Amber squealed as she jumped and led Anton by his dick
 downstairs. They reached the living room and she turned
 to embrace the huge black man. He picked her up and
 pulled her pretty face to his with one hand as he held
 her under her ass with the other.  She wrapped her legs
 around his waist and her arms around his neck, running
 her fingers over his short kinky hair.

 "Fuck me right now, lover.  Fuck me like only you can!"
 she moaned.

 Anton sat back in Stan's overstuffed recliner and
 pulled Amber on top of him.  The chair was wide enough
 that Amber was able to slide her legs beside his in the
 chair easily.  She kissed the large black man fervently
 as she reached back with one hand and guided his huge
 cock to her tight pink pussy.  Anton felt the familiar
 nibble of her tight pussy lips on the head of his cock.
 Knowing she was always ready at this point, he grabbed
 her hips and pulled her down hard on top of him...
 impaling her completely.  Her petite white buns sank
 down and rested on his balls with a slurp.

 "Oh my God!" she moaned in his ear as her pussy was
 filled by his huge black meat once again.  She couldn't
 get enough of this man!  Ever since he had moved in she
 knew she had to have him.  He was a perfect specimen of
 manhood compared to the pathetic loser she had married.
 She would have left long ago if it weren't for the fact
 that he had the house and the gullibility to do what-
 ever she asked.  He worked like a dog all day while she
 was able to pursue her fantasies.  It was the perfect
 set up!

 Amber used to fulfill her needs with the occasional
 delivery boy or service man that came by.  But now that
 Anton was there all that had changed.  It had taken her
 a week to work up the courage but one morning she had
 accidentally caught Anton coming out of his room to
 head to the shower. She knew that he had been getting
 her signals for a long time now but she had been
 waiting for the right moment.

 With nothing but a thin robe on, Anton had been a per-
 fect target.  Throwing caution to the wind, she had
 reached under the robe, pleased at what she found
 there and had simply, "Last chance to see my panties
 big guy."

 He had said nothing but undid his robe, picked her up
 and taken her to her and her husband's bed as fucked
 her brains out over and over again for several hours.
 That had been the start.  Now he fucked her every day
 until his noon classes.

 She loved to ride his big hard black dick and think of
 her husband slaving away so that she could continue
 enjoying this ebony god.  Anton seemed amused at the
 thought as well.

 Amber began riding up and down his long black shaft...
 her blonde hair tossing about her shoulders as she
 leaned her head to the side... her hands clasped behind
 her lover's neck.  Her hot exquisitely stretched pussy
 grasping at his big log as he thrust up at her.

 Being as petite as she was she nearly had to reach up
 to grab his head and pull it down to hers so that he
 could force his tongue past her lips.  She moaned
 sensually as she bobbed up and down on him, already out
 of breath from being filled by him.  She leaned back
 holding onto his neck, laughing with him at the irony
 of doing such a decadent thing as fucking each other
 in her husband's favorite chair.  

 The first time was always quick. Within minutes she
 could feel her passion rise as her orgasm came over
 her.  Her face took on an intent expression as she
 grasped his face in his her hands so that she could
 see his eyes when she came.  That was her favorite
 part.  If she could come without closing her eyes it
 made the whole experience more exotic.  

 She grabbed his head and Anton knew it was time.  He
 watched her as she pumped up and down on him...faster
 and faster. A slight smile crossed her lovely lips as
 she felt the wave of her orgasm overtake her.  

 "Oh baby... this is it... Oh my god... this is it..."
 she moaned.

 She strained to keep eye contact as she came hard.
 Her vision clouded as her come spilled out over his
 balls drenching them. Staining the seat of the plush
 chair. She continued to bounce playfully on his cock
 as wave after wave of exquisite orgasm overtook her.
 She laughed as the thought of her husband at work
 crossed her mind again.  That stupid wimp.  If only
 he knew what she was doing right now while he toiled
 away at his greasy job!  
 
 The sight was too much for Anton.  He groaned as he
 pulled at her hips... jamming her small petite frame
 onto his unforgiving black spear. He shuddered as he
 shot his load up into his young white lover's quiver-
 ing pussy.

 Amber could feel the hot come spewing up inside her as
 his huge cock pulsed convulsively.  As  usual his load
 was formidable.  She could feel it gushing out of her
 pussy and drenching them both.  She knew the chair
 would be soaked but she had already taken that into
 consideration.  She had bought the proper cleaning
 supplies the day before.  

 Slowly they eased their motions and Amber laid her head
 on her black god's massive chest.  Her white tits in
 striking contrast to the dark skin beneath them.  She
 panted as their sweat combined to cover each other and
 her husband's chair.  

 "Oh baby," she said," That was incredible.  You're
 twice as big as Stan!  He will never reach where you
 go!"

 "Fuck Stan." Anton said," If he were half a man he
 would do this for you himself."

 "Yes, dear.  Compared to you he is nothing but a boy.
 The only way I can even come with him is if I think of
 you."

 If only they had glanced at the window. They would
 have seen Stan's angry face as he held the big 356
 magnum in his upraised hand.

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THE ELEVATOR

Joanne had decided to spend her Saturday in the 
shopping mall enjoying a little bit of retail therapy. 
After all, she deserved it. Her useless husband was a 
waste of space and her part time job was bringing in 
more income than he did full time. It was only fair 
that she was able to spend some of it on her.

She'd placed most of her shopping in a locker of the 
Gold lounge of her favourite department store. Then 
she'd gone off in pursuit of some sexy lingerie. In her 
mind, she imagined the hunky contractor, Steve, she'd 
recently enjoyed the company of. Until then, she'd 
never been unfaithful to her hubby but not only was he 
a loser in life, he was a loser in bed, too. Shame she 
hadn't realised before she said, "I do".

Joanne had bought herself a skimpy matching set which 
included a pretty, lacy black G string with an equally 
skimpy black lacy bra. She was imagining Steve helping 
her out of them at some point and the thoughts were 
making her wet between her legs.

Barely concentrating on her surroundings, she reached 
to top of the escalator and bumped into someone.

"Sorry," she said as though on auto pilot, looking up 
and seeing a pair of eyes she recognised instantly. It 
was Dave, her first real love and bed mate.

"Oh, Hiya," she beamed, her smile as the recognition 
struck her. They hugged like you would a long lost 
relative at the airport, Dave was as excited about 
seeing her. They'd met a few times since she'd been 
married, he even went to their wedding but the last 
time he'd seen her, she'd been with hubby (Who was 
looking like a lost puppy).

They talked as they walked, their conversation as open 
and chatty as it had ever been, like they'd been away 
on holiday, not a decade since they last spoke (or made 
love).

"Say, why don't we go for a coffee," she suggested and 
Dave was in complete agreement. He had only come to the 
mall to kill time until the pub opened at lunchtime. 
Maybe he could get her to come for a few drinks 
afterwards, the thought to himself.

Joanne led the way to her favourite department store 
which had cafeteria, heading for the lift as the café 
was on a different floor. Dave couldn't help but notice 
just how radiant Joanne looked. He still fancied her a 
decade (a marriage and two kids later) on and his eyes 
glazed over as he recalled the times they'd spent 
together. It was the fear of commitment that drove them 
apart, she rebounded straight into the arms of Matthew 
who she'd also date for many months before finding Mr 
Right (Yeah, right!) and getting married.

The lift emptied of shoppers and the pair of them 
entered the lift before hitting the button for the 
lower ground level. The doors closed on them and began 
its descent. Joanne was just about to reopen the 
conversation when the lift lurched and juddered, 
overbalancing her into Dave's arms. 

He caught her and she looked up at him, noticing his 
pale blue eyes and rugged smile. God, she still fancied 
him. Visions of Steve were superseded with memories of 
her and Dave romping between the sheets, a porno movie 
on in the background as they "joined in!"

"Are you OK?" he enquired, genuine concern in his 
voice. Joanne nodded and stood herself up. Dave pressed 
the alarm button and a few moments later the intercom 
was activated. Dave explained the situation and the 
security officer switched off the system whilst he made 
a 999 phone call.

Dave and Joanne made small talk, joking with each 
other. She wasn't great in enclosed spaces and Dave was 
thinking he needed a drink, some thing stronger than 
coffee, that's for sure.

Their general chit chat was interrupted by the security 
guy who had the misfortune of telling them that the 
fire service would be with them as soon as possible 
but, because of a fire at the local general hospital, 
there were no spare appliances to attend and it could 
be n excess of an hour before they arrived. He switched 
off the intercom before either of them could swear at 
him!

"What are we going to do for the next hour?" she asked 
him. Dave knew what he wanted but he held himself in 
check for the time being.

"What's in the bag?" he enquired. Joanne showed him the 
skimpy underwear she had recently purchased and Dave 
looked impressed. 

"Let's see what it looks like on" he urged her. Joanne 
declined at first but she was secretly excited about 
meeting Dave and the damp feeling between her legs from 
earlier had moved from damp to dripping. Dave convinced 
her that she hadn't got anything he hadn't seen before 
and, anyway, he'd look the other way. Almost convinced, 
she turned her back towards him and whipped her top of, 
unclipping her bra and putting the new one on in a 
movement so swift, if changing underwear was an Olympic 
sport, Joanne would have won Gold! 

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her briefs, 
stepping into the new ones and pulling them up. Dave 
got a brief glimpse of her buttocks and remembered the 
noise his balls had made bashing against her beautiful 
bottom as he'd entered her from behind. And the trouble 
he'd had entering her anus, she at the time was an anal 
virgin. 

Joanne unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor as 
she twirled round and Dave saw her in the flesh, some 
black lacy material barely covering her modesty. He 
felt the stirrings in his lap of an erection and all he 
could say was "Wow!"

"You like?" she said, licking her lips seductively. 
Dave smiled and was about to speak when the lift 
lurched momentarily, making her fall into his arms 
again, the suddenness taking them both by surprise. 
Dave threw his arms out to catch her and as he hugged 
her close, his actions had accidentally unclipped her 
bra. Neither of them knew this until she stood up and 
her bra fell down her arms to her feet.

"You are lovely," Dave said to her, taking in her 
breasts for the first time in over a decade. At first 
Joanne felt embarrassed but she was actually enjoying 
the experience. Dave held her close again and pressed 
his lips against hers.

"Stop, no," she protested between kisses. "I'm married 
now!" Dave continued to kiss her, slowly, deeply, 
passionately. His tongue began to probe her mouth and 
again she protested, this time with less authority. 

"Stop!" she moaned as he kissed her neck and worked his 
way up to her ear lobes, his tongue licking her more 
sensitive areas of her face, his warm breath increasing 
her own levels of arousal. His lips moved back to hers 
and she responded, her tongue now meeting his, her arms 
around his neck pulling him closer. 

Dave had moved a hand around from her back and had 
cupped one of her tits, the sensation almost causing 
him to ejaculate in his pants. Joanne moved a hand down 
to his crotch and felt the unmistakable feeling of his 
erection contained within his clothing. She pulled away 
from his kisses and dropped to her knees, hastily 
removing his trousers and pulling his briefs to his 
ankles, urgency in her movement. She remembered the 
enormity of his tool and the tell tale smell. 

Dave always lubed up quickly, pre cum on the tip of his 
dick almost instantly and a very strong masculine 
odour. Essence of testosterone Joanne had called it and 
it was unique to Dave (certainly from her long term 
relationships).

She touched his erect cock and it seemed only like 
yesterday since she'd last touched it, remembering 
every last throbbing vein. She quickly drew breath 
before placing it into her waiting mouth, tasting him 
and loving it. 

Dave was in heaven, this horny ex girlfriend now giving 
him head in a lift was a real turn on. There were no 
cctv in this lift, only an intercom and he could relax 
and enjoy. As always, she was an expert at sucking cock 
and in no time at all, he could feel himself 
approaching climax.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned her, stroking her lovely 
short dark hair. She looked up at him.

"Not in my mouth!" she implored. "You know I don't like 
waste."

"Shall I cum on your tits?" he asked. Joanne shook her 
head.

"Up your arse?" he suggested.

"No, don't waste it," she said again.

"It'll have to be your pussy then," he said. Joanne 
thought about it for a moment, her oral actions 
temporarily suspended, her left hand masturbating him. 
Dave noticed her left hand wanking him and it looked so 
sweet, her wedding ringed hand wanking him off. She was 
married and she was playing with his dick. 

"You mustn't," she said in a token attempt to stop him. 
They both knew she wanted him to make love to her. Dave 
stood her up and turned her around, Joanne leaned 
forward so her hands were on the lift wall and Dave 
removed her G string, helping her step out of them, 
sniffing the wetness of her new briefs.

With her arse stuck out in his general direction, 
together with her wiggle, Dave neared her with his 
erect cock. He placed his fingers around her warm wet 
cunt and his fingers probed at her. He moaned in 
pleasure as his fingers explored her inners, his expert 
fingers easily locating the areas that pleasured her 
most. Riding Joanne was like riding a bicycle.

She moaned with pleasure again as his fingers worked 
away at her pussy.

"Do it!" she commanded.

"Do what?" he teased her.

"Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck me like you used to. Fuck 
me like before!" Dave did not need a second invitation 
and his cock glided into her with ease. They both 
moaned in pleasure and he pushed himself gently deeper. 

"Oh, that feels so fucking good," she said out loud and 
Dave had to agree. Vaguely, in the distance, you could 
hear the store tannoy sending out sales messages about 
special offers but neither of them were that fussed, 
their attentions drawn to each other.

"Does your husband mind you doing this?" Dave asked as 
he pounded his meat deep into her. She groaned between 
her laboured breathing.

"Who cares?" she responded.

"Have you cheated on him before?" 

"Mmm, you bet," Joanne replied, thrusting her hips back 
into his. Dave's fingers found her clit and he 
stimulated it, frigging and fucking her.

"You're a bit of a randy bitch, aren't you?" Dave 
replied, his sensations increasing.

"Fuck me and I'll tell you," Joanne responded, her 
humour as dry as ever.

"When do you want me to stop?" Dave asked, his own 
breathing increasing.

"When hell freezes over" she panted. His fingers worked 
her clit and she pushed back against his love rod, the 
penetration as deep as it could be, her arousal 
intensifying as her climax built. Dave was trying to 
hold onto his climax but could not contain himself, his 
ejaculation catching Joanne by surprise and the thought 
of Dave's warm sticky spunk in her sent her over the 
top and her climax struck. 

Joanne's body seemed momentarily paralysed as her 
muscles contracted, her breathing suspended until the 
climax abated. She felt exhausted and as her muscles 
began to relax, she could feel Dave's heart rate 
pounding through the big vein in his dick which was 
still buried inside her.

"You've not lost your touch," Joanne said, smiling as 
she felt Dave's erection slide out of her with a 
slurping sound. 

"You could use a bit more practice," Dave jested with 
her. "When can we do it again?"

They both laughed and gathered their clothing. Dave 
picked up her old panties and stuffed them in his 
pocket, a little momento of his interaction with his 
horny ex girlfriend.

Joanne was clipping up her bra when a voice echoed down 
from above. It was the fire service. Dave and Joanne 
responded whilst dressing, their voices calm despite 
the slight panic. Panic soon lead to amusement and they 
laughed.

"Fancy a proper drink at the pub?" Dave said. Joanne 
smiled.

"Yes. Why not?" She was in no hurry to get back to her 
boring shit of a husband.

"Maybe we could do this again?" Dave suggested. Joanne 
assumed he did not mean going for a drink together. Her 
train of thought imagined how erotic it could be if she 
could have Dave while hubby watched. Or maybe if she 
were to invite Matthew, her boyfriend she'd dated after 
she'd split with Dave.

A wicked smile appeared on her face. What about both of 
them. Now there's a thought.

"You up for a challenge?" she said to Dave as the lift 
doors were prised apart.

"What sort of challenge?" he replied, curiosity getting 
the better of him.

"Buy me a drink, big boy, and I'll tell you," she said, 
giving his bum a playful squeeze before as the left the 
department store.

More about → THE ELEVATOR

THE GARAGE

Not too long ago I sold my automobile dealership and 
decided to retire and live in the country with my 
beautiful wife and my young 16-year-old daughter 
Cheryl. Cheryl is a 5'9", long auburn haired beauty 
with green eyes. She has a very hot, firm body that I 
have noticed more than once. 

Cheryl is quite the tomboy however and often she will 
help me in the garage with either the farm equipment or 
my collection of antique cars. She is a good helper but 
I really wish that she were a boy at times to help more 
with the heavy lifting around the garage. But then 
there are the times when I catch a glimpse down a baggy 
t-shirt she is wearing braless and I quickly forget 
about wanting a boy. 

We have always gotten along very well, even as she has 
become a sometimes very difficult teenager. She is out 
of school for the summer and getting restless and that 
concerns me. She has always been a Daddy's girl but now 
she has taken that role into an entirely different 
direction.

Last Saturday afternoon I was working under one of my 
oldest cars and there wasn't an easy way to finish this 
repair I was working on. I had a problem holding two 
bolts while stringing a wire and holding another bolt 
all at the same time. This was tough and I was failing. 

I lay there thinking of how I could accomplish this 
while, also, thinking of my wife Barb who had given me 
a great blow job the night before. Yes, my cock was 
getting hard and pointing straight at my belly button. 
This was a hot August day and I was dressed in just a 
light pair of shorts so I was glad no one was around to 
observe my delicate condition.

"Dad?" I heard my daughter call to me.

"I'm under here!" I hollered back. She knelt down and 
saw me on my back.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Well Baby, I wish I had four hands," I said laughing 
at my bolt problem while trying to quickly make my 
other problem vanish. As I turned to look at her I 
caught another glimpse right down her t-shirt and she 
wasn't wearing a bra, as usual. I immediately felt my 
cock twinge. Oh no, I thought. Think about something 
else, quickly.

"I can help?" she asked studying this situation. She 
tried to crawl next to my side, but that didn't work. 
She then tried the other side but that didn't work 
either.

"Daddy, if I could crawl on top of you, I could hold 
the bolt and run the wire." She said with a little 
study.

"B-baby, there just isn't room," I stammered. That was 
the last thing I needed.

"I can try," she said starting to climb on top of me 
not giving me a chance to protest. I still had a huge 
hard on and prayed that she wouldn't notice somehow. I 
felt her soft tits rub across my cock as she moved up 
and squirmed to this position until her face met mine 
about two inches away. There is no way she didn't feel 
that erection and as she slid across it into position. 
Her weight was not insignificant and reminded me of her 
mother climbing on. She shimmied her body forward until 
her pussy was right on my hard cock as if she had 
deliberately meant to do that.

"Damn it Cheryl, I said there wasn't room," I said, 
most upset and trying not to move. I was rock hard at 
this point and there wasn't any way she didn't feel it 
pressing against her groin. What could I say at this 
point, damn it Cheryl can't you see I have an erection 
and I don't want you dry humping me?

"Let me try to do it Daddy." She laid flat on me, 
reached up and got the bolt with one hand and the wire 
with the other. "See, I have it. Now what should I do?"

Every time she moved, her pussy was rubbing my cock and 
I was getting even harder! I could not focus on what we 
were doing. My cock wanted to start a different 
project. I grabbed the two bolts as she held hers and 
started to run the wire through. Damn, this was going 
to work, then the wire coiled and sprang out of her 
hands and it fell back between her legs. She felt it 
land and tried to retrieve it.

"Daddy I can't reach it, can you?" She said as she 
tried to move her hand behind her but couldn't.

"Yes, wait a minute," I said. Any movement was rubbing 
my cock against her and it felt amazing! My hand went 
behind her. Somehow the short skirt she was wearing had 
ridden up to her waist and I accidentally touched her 
butt that was covered by her panties.

"Sorry Baby," I said meaning it.

"Oh, it's OK, can you reach it?"

"Just a second" I said. "Spread your legs Baby the wire 
is in between. I can feel it on my leg." She spread her 
legs, which was not the best idea as it brought more 
direct pressure to my stiff cock. I felt the inside of 
her thigh, no wire, so I moved upwards and grazed her 
panties with just enough pressure that she jumped a 
little. "Sorry." I said meekly.

"It's OK, can you get it?"

"Yes, I got part of it," I said as my finger again slid 
the length of her pussy, but she did not move this 
time. "Yeah, I got it, hold still." Just as I was 
getting the wire I noticed that she was lightly 
grinding against my cock, innocently I hoped. But it 
felt unbelievably good and I entertained thoughts of 
just letting her continue until my cock exploded! But I 
made myself snap out of it and I brought the wire up to 
her hands.

"OK, take the wrench and start the bolt and make sure 
the wire is between the head of the bolt and the 
frame."

"OK Daddy, what wrench?"

"You aren't going to believe this, but the wrench is on 
the work bench. You think you can slide off and get it 
and we'll try it again?"

"Sure," she said as she slowly worked herself down. She 
slid the entire length of her body across my erect 
member. 

Damn, I felt her tits and chin graze my hard on. This 
was too much. How could she ignore my condition? 
Finally she was off and into the toolbox on the 
workbench

"What size, Daddy?"

"I think it's a five or seven eighths inch," I said as 
my hand went into my shorts to straighten out my hard 
on. I had been leaking semen and I was a gooey mess at 
this point. It was quiet for a couple of minutes and I 
wondered what she was up to. "Where did you go, Baby?"

"Right here, just a minute," she replied, and then I 
saw her. She brought both wrenches in her hand and 
began to crawl on top again. As she moved forward she 
ran one hand across my rigid cock and I jumped.

"Sorry Daddy."

"No problem," I said as she started her return trip 
that was a bit was more intense than the first. She 
seemed to be moving a little slower than before and 
repositioned herself right where it felt the best. I 
took hold of the two bolts as she started to hold the 
wire again. She dropped it again. Damn, this was 
becoming a chore. I reached behind her and she 
automatically spread her legs this time. My fingers 
were exploring to find the wire and then I found 
something I did not expect, her furry pussy.

"Cheryl, where are your panties?" I asked.

"I took them off Daddy. I didn't want to get them 
dirty, can you get the wire?" She asked. 

My finger was searching but I found the crack of her 
pussy and damn I think she has gotten very wet! I 
explored the floor, and then her thighs then back to 
her pussy. I felt her groan a little as my finger went 
the full length of her crack. She began to grind into 
me and her breathing was getting heavy. 

Damn she was starting to get off!! I removed my hand 
with the wire between two fingers and handed it to her. 

She grabbed the bolt but it fell out of the hole. She 
slowly reached back under her. I felt her hand on my 
hard cock and I thought I felt my zipper coming down. 
No, she wouldn't dare. I didn't have underwear on 
either. I never wore any in the summer. She finally had 
the bolt in her fingers and put it in the hole. She 
squirmed a little trying to get a better position. I 
felt my cock pop out. Damn, my zipper was down. 

I didn't say anything in fear of what could happen. She 
moved and used the wrench and tightened the wire, but 
just as she was starting to tighten it, the wire 
dropped again. She began to wiggle a bit and I felt my 
cock right at the entrance of her pussy. She continued 
to wiggle and as wet as she was, my cock was slowly 
being moved into position for penetration. Well, now 
would be the time to recover and zip myself up. I 
reached back to move my cock and the movement brought 
us closer together and she then deliberately moved back 
on it taking the head inside her.

"Cheryl!" I gasped.

"It's OK Daddy," she said as she moved again slowly 
another inch and then another and then one more inside 
her. She was now in control and had my full attention. 
"Ouch!" She said. 

Holy shit I just popped my daughters cherry!

Then she slammed down taking all of it and moaned very 
contently. I wasn't doing too bad either as she began 
to very slowly slide my cock in and out of her now 
soaking wet snatch.

"Cheryl, we shouldn't do this!" But my words were in 
vain. I don't even think she heard me. My daughter was 
fucking me and had no intentions of stopping! I 
couldn't believe this! 

Her head moved to mine and I'll be damned if she didn't 
kiss me right on the lips. She then looked at me with a 
look no father should see and she did it again. This 
time her tongue darted in my mouth. Daughter or not I 
was losing complete control. I lifted her top to feel 
those firm tits against my chest. My hands then fell to 
her bare ass to encourage her movements.

"Daddy, your cock feels so good inside me," she said as 
she began to grind on my cock with determination. I 
felt the first faint signs of an orgasm slowly 
beginning to build within me. Oh no, I can't come 
inside my daughter. 

From her movements and breathing I could tell she was 
starting to build to a climax as well as she slammed 
down on my cock with a steadily increasing pace. I 
could not hold back any longer and exploded a huge hot 
load inside her and tried desperately not to scream out 
of the passion I felt at that moment. There it was. I 
had come inside my own daughter. 

She had kept the pace and soon came very hard in waves 
on top of me. It seemed like she didn't want to stop 
and kept on fucking me until she collapsed exhausted. I 
thought she might come a second time but fell short. 
She stopped all movement. The silence that followed was 
deafening but she kept a strong grip on my cock and I 
could feel her heart pounding until she fully relaxed.

"Cheryl, I'm so sorry," I apologized. She only smiled 
at me with a huge grin and finished her job with the 
bolt and wire and I finished mine with my cock still 
buried deep inside her!

"Done, we're a good team," she proudly said as she 
pulled up to let my now semi-rigid cock slide out.

"Ok Baby can you get down now?" I said smiling. 

On her way down she took my cock in her mouth and 
sucked it clean then put it back into my shorts, zipped 
me up and crawled out. I lay there for a second trying 
to figure out what had just happened and what were the 
chances of her getting pregnant. Was it just a set of 
circumstances that lead to this or did Cheryl 
consciously seduce me? I crawled out and she was 
sitting on a chair glowing and grinning. She was a 
woman now and appeared to be very proud of herself.

"I better go get you a dry pair of shorts before you go 
back to the house. I don't think you want Mom to see 
girl cum on the front of your shorts or that little 
blood stain by your zipper either. And Daddy, anytime 
you need my help, just let me know. I really like to 
help you with your mechanic work," she said as she got 
up and walked towards the house.

At the dinner table that night we all were having a 
good meal and my wife asked, "Cheryl did you help your 
Daddy today? I didn't see you two for a while."

"Yes Mom, I held a bolt and helped him with his nut!" 
She said winking at me without her mom seeing. I just 
about gagged on my chicken.

"Well, that's good, dear. You help your Daddy as much 
as he needs it."

"Don't worry Momma, I'll help whenever Daddy asks me 
to," she said. 

Again, I almost gagged. My poor wife had no reason to 
suspect anything. Looks like I have a new garage 
trainee to keep me tuned up. I had better keep spare 
shorts on hand in the garage from now on. Cheryl seems 
very eager to learn.

***

For the remainder of the summer Cheryl and I had 
incredible sex under the cars from time to time 
pretending to be fixing all sorts of automotive 
maladies. Her mother never suspected anything. 

Cheryl turned 17 and became even more aggressive in 
staging our love making sessions in the garage. The 
more we fucked, the more she wanted. I was torn between 
breaking it off cold or just letting her fuck as much 
as she wanted because she was improving her skills and 
learning very quickly. She reminded me of her mother 
when she was much younger except that Cheryl was much 
more attractive and had much more passion that she 
needed to express. 

I couldn't break it off. I was young again. Cheryl was 
fucking life back into me. I wanted her more and more 
as well. I convinced her mother to get her on the pill 
by reminding her when she became sexually active as a 
teen. Cheryl did not like condoms after experiencing 
the warm, natural feel of a hard slippery cock between 
her legs. I always feared her mother would find the 
condoms, so I kept them locked up in the shop.

As fall weather arrived, the garage became too cold to 
comfortably fuck my daughter on the cold garage floor 
covered with shop towels. Our sessions were also taking 
more time as Cheryl began to have multiple orgasms. 
Cheryl hated the cold, as she was very cold-natured, 
but even though those firm breasts and rock hard 
nipples were irresistible, we just had to stop.

The last time we were together was very memorable 
though. Cheryl was giving me a very passionate, sound 
fucking when the garage door squeaked open and her 
mother walked inside. We both froze like statues. I 
could feel my daughter's pussy grip my cock in shear 
terror. Through this vaginal contraction I could feel 
her heart pounding as if it were going to explode out 
of her chest and I have never seen her eyes so big 
before. There was no time to hide what we were doing. I 
instinctively brought my hand to her mouth as my wife 
called out to me.

"Honey, have you seen Cheryl? I am going to the store 
and thought she might want to come with me."

"Yes, I have," I said. Cheryl's eyes got even bigger 
and she clamped down harder with her vaginal muscles as 
she shook her head, no. "She was out back and I think 
she was going to take a hike in the woods before 
dinner". Cheryl calmly nodded her head, yes. I knew my 
wife would not come any further into the garage if she 
thought Cheryl wasn't here, but I began to hear 
footsteps coming our way as her mother asked,

"Are you going to be done by six for dinner?" she 
inquired as she walked to the front of the car that hid 
us from view. I thought Cheryl's contraction would 
crush my dick as her mother stopped and paused feet 
from where we laid coupled. I swear I could have 
reached out and touched her shoe. She was that close.

"Yes, I am just about done here." 

Cheryl nodded her head, yes again, as I kept my hand 
over her mouth. I was lying on my back with Cheryl, 
naked from the waist down, laying on top of me with my 
rock hard cock deep inside of her. I heard my wife turn 
and begin walking back to the door as she said,

"OK, I will be back in 45 minutes. If you see Cheryl, 
tell her dinner is at six."

"Alright, I will tell her." After a couple more steps 
we heard the garage side door close. We remained frozen 
in place until we heard the car door close, the car 
back out and drive away. I took my hand away from 
Cheryl's mouth and she went limp, exhausted from the 
panic she had just experienced.

"Holy shit, Daddy, that was too close."

I had never heard her use that kind of language before, 
but it was exactly what I was feeling as well. I 
thought she would get down but she didn't move at first 
and then began to grind slowly on my stiff cock again. 
I was still inside her and hard as a rock. I was a 
hugely aroused by almost being caught and it appeared 
to have the same affect on Cheryl as well. She suddenly 
stopped her movements and gave me an odd look and said, 

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

I paused for a second, but then realized I did have a 
thought. "Yes, let's go up to your room quick. That 
gives us about 35 more minutes of warm comfortable 
fucking in a real bed before your Mom gets back." We 
scrambled out from under the car into the house barely 
dressed. We raced upstairs as Cheryl was peeling off 
clothes and getting completely naked. I was right 
behind her and the sight of her naked breasts bouncing 
intensified my arousal for her. We fumbled into her 
room as I removed the last of my clothes. Cheryl leaped 
onto the bed ahead of me and said,

"Daddy, I want you to fuck me from behind first. We 
never get to do that under the car and then I want you 
on top of me for a change."

I positioned myself on the bed to gladly oblige her. As 
my cock easily returned to its welcomed home and I 
achieved full penetration from behind, she rose up as 
if sitting in my lap and began to bounce up and down on 
my shaft while she played with her clit. I had two 
hands free so they went right to her waist to control 
her bouncing and maintain penetration, but then 
realized I wanted her bouncing breasts in my hands to 
lovingly fondle. This felt fucking amazing and Cheryl 
was fucking me wildly as though our near miss had 
tripled her level of arousal. Cheryl began to bounce 
even wilder as she rubbed her clit and began to moan 
followed soon by her saying.

"Oh Daddy, I think I'm cumming. Yes! Yes I'm cumming, 
now!!"

She then began to let loose a muffled moan that built 
in intensity to a controlled steady scream until I was 
afraid someone might hear her. I covered her mouth 
gently and applied more and more pressure as the scream 
intensified and she exploded into orgasm and was 
screaming at the top of her lungs, but quite muffled at 
this point. 

I was nowhere near coming as I was focused on her and 
had dropped a load in her earlier. Her body quivered 
and jerked uncontrollably, as I thought to myself, she 
has taken this to a new level far beyond her own 
mother. As her waves of orgasm finally began to subside 
she fell forward and expelled my wanting cock. She 
tucked her knees up as she rolled over on her back and 
said.

"Daddy, give me a moment. That was so intense, 
unbelievable. This is so much better than the garage."

She caught her breath and spread her thighs open as she 
lowered her knees ready to take me missionary style as 
she had requested.

"OK Daddy, your turn now."

That moment seemed to freeze in time. I was feeling so 
many different emotions at once. I looked down on my 
beautiful daughter who was, clearly, now a sexually 
mature woman. She now wanted to freely give her body to 
me and have me passionately fuck her purely to provide 
me with sexual gratification. Her mother is never quite 
so enthusiastic. She reached out for my hands and 
pulled me toward her. 

I guided my cock back into that wonderfully tight young 
pussy and began to give her everything I had as she 
groaned, "Fuck me Daddy, hard. Fuck me harder!!"

Her words turned a switch inside me that made be 
realize I would easily come again. She grabbed my ass 
with both hands and pulled me into her harder and 
harder as she continued to beg me to increase the 
pressure of my thrusts. This got me even more excited. 
I could sense something in her movements that indicated 
that she wasn't just along for the ride and wanted to 
come again. 

As the pace picked up and intensified I felt myself 
coming to the edge and then exploded past it into a 
powerful orgasm that had no equal in my memory. I 
continued to thrust as she gave signs that she was very 
close, so I continued the pace until she popped and 
quietly shook and quivered her way through a seemingly 
very satisfying final climax for the day. Unbelievable, 
I thought and collapsed, completely exhausted on top of 
her. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me 
playfully.

We were both completely exhausted and laid motionless 
until I slowly rolled off of her. She turned toward me 
and put her arm around me, snuggled up close, and gave 
a very satisfied sigh and closed her eyes. We were both 
completely spent and drifted off to sleep. The next 
thing I recall is waking up to an unthinkable 
situation. My wife was standing in the doorway of 
Cheryl's room holding Cheryl's discarded panties and 
screaming at me. 

Cheryl and I both looked up at her in speechless 
terror. What could I say? I was caught and knew there 
was no way out of this one. I just had the best fuck of 
my life and had no regrets at all. The chance to 
experience the passion of a young girl discovering her 
sexuality was priceless. Having the chance to make love 
to that beautiful young girl with a perfect body was 
absolutely worth the price I was about to pay.

Life wasn't the same after that day. My wife took 
Cheryl and moved out virtually the next day. The 
divorce was not as ugly as you might think. I gave her 
almost everything to keep from going to jail and 
suffering the public and family humiliation. Cheryl was 
devastated. I could only imagine how sexually 
frustrated she must be. The terms of the custody 
agreement for Cheryl prevented me from contacting her 
until she reached the age of consent. 

It wasn't long before I began to receive text messages 
from Cheryl. She was very unhappy living with her 
mother and vowed to move back with me as soon as she 
turned 18. We could have easily met secretly but did 
not want to risk it. I will have to decide to do the 
right thing and stop sleeping with my daughter when the 
time comes, but I don't know if I can. I don't know if 
I honestly want to stop. I can only think of her as I 
smell her soiled panties from that day and masturbate.

Suddenly, my eyes open and I awaken to the sound of 
pots and pans clanging down in the kitchen. Cheryl is 
lying by my side, sleeping soundly. I had been 
dreaming! I was so relieved. I couldn't believe it, but 
now we had a second chance at being caught. I turned to 
Cheryl to wake her and as she began to open her eyes 
and began to speak I put my hand to her mouth and 
whispered to her.

"Quiet, your mother is in the kitchen! Get dressed and 
straighten up the bed. I am going to get in the 
shower."

Cheryl flew out of bed and quickly got some jeans and a 
t-shirt on as I made the bed. I had my clothes in my 
hands and was about to leave her room when we heard 
footsteps coming up the stairs. We both looked at each 
other in panic. I jumped behind the Cheryl's bedroom 
door and motioned to Cheryl to go out and try to head 
her off.

"Cheryl, are you up here," her mother called out as she 
arrived at her door.

"Yes Mom, I am coming down to help you with dinner. I 
was just changing my clothes and straightening up my 
room."

"I found these. What is your underwear doing on the 
stairs?" Her mother asked.

"Oh, I had brought some laundry up and must have 
dropped these."

"Have you seen your father?"

"Yes, he came through a little while ago. He may have 
gone outside again."

"OK, he knows when dinner will be ready. As soon as you 
are done here would you please come down and give me a 
hand?"

"OK, Mom."

As her mother went back down to continue getting dinner 
ready, Cheryl closed the door and dropped to her knees 
and took my limp cock in her mouth. It surprised me at 
first and I started to push her away but it felt too 
good. The site of my daughter on her knees sucking me 
that way for the first time was too much to resist. 
After that brief nap, I was ready to go again. She 
immediately gave me an erection and moaned in pleasure 
at her accomplishment as she tried to deep throat my 
cock. I had to have her one more time.

The desire I had for her had me crazy out of my mind. I 
reached down and pulled her up from the floor as she 
released her lip lock. I unbuttoned her jeans that 
quickly dropped to the floor and I pulled off her top 
as I locked the door. Cheryl stepped out of her jeans 
and got down on the carpet on all fours waiting to be 
taken from behind.

I got on my knees and pressed the tip of my cock into 
her as she adjusted her position and I slipped right 
back in. God she was wet and immediately raised back 
into me as we had done before and I grabbed her breasts 
as we began thrusting our genitals against each other. 
We were definitely fucking fast and furiously to come 
as soon as possible. 

She was working her clit from the front and I was 
progressing nicely and about to come in my daughter yet 
again. She came first as she covered her mouth to stay 
quiet and I exploded another huge hot load into her. I 
kept pumping her even after I was well past the orgasm. 
I didn't want to stop. I paused and whispered in her 
ear.

"You are the best daughter a Father could ever hope for 
and the best fuck I will ever have." She giggled, gave 
my cock a strong contraction, and leaned forward 
releasing me cum was dripping everywhere so she grabbed 
some tissues, pulled on her panties and got dressed one 
more time. 

She quietly unlocked the door and motioned for me to 
head down the hall to the master bedroom. She smiled a 
devilish grin and went downstairs. I ducked into the 
bathroom and locked the door. I started the shower and 
hid my clothes in the bottom of the clothes hamper. 

I jumped in the shower and began to plan our next 
rendezvous.

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