She crawled into bed, robe and all, thinking that the wine would make her sleepy. Instead, it made the pictures of Frank doing things to her even more vivid than they had been. She lay on top of the cool sheets and opened her robe. The sudden cold air on her warm body made her nipples harden more than they were. They were so hard that they were almost painful and when she reached to touch them to make sure that nothing was wrong for them to ache as they did, she started a fire. Her pussy, already twitching, began throbbing. She could picture it as a flower opening to full bloom or a mouth ready to take Frank's hard cock in and suck it dry. She reached down to touch herself and she was sopping wet, her juices running down the crack of her ass. She reached two fingers inside of her wetness and her knuckle touched her puckered hole below. She could feel it pulsing, begging for his dick deep inside Taking her fingers out of her pussy, she gently touched her asshole. She felt it give slightly, and pressed harder, her finger slipping in just a bit. Having never experienced anal sex other than when she was drugged, she never imagined it would feel better than having a hard shaft pounding her pussy, but if she felt like this with just a finger then a cock was more than she could comprehend. Writhing on the bed, one hand working on her eager rear and the other frantically rubbing her rock hard clit, she came with an intensity she never expected, moaning his name in the process, begging him under her breath to tie her up and fuck her spanked ass. She passed out, waking up the next morning knowing that it was not dreams that had made her wet but her own ministrations, fed by images of the neighborhood Adonis.
She skipped her run the next day, and for the next few days did not see him. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad about this. She was back to waking up with an aching, wet cunt.
When she did finally see him a few days later, he was a bit cooler to her, giving her a quick wave and nod from his yard, not coming to the street to talk to her or see how her hands were. She even gave him a broad smile and held them up for him to see. All she got was a thumbs-up. And another shitty, dripping morning.
When she finally caught him , walking up on him a few days later after another slight nod and wave, he seemed flustered. She involuntarily struck a sexy pose, noticing the way his eyes traveled down her body. She saw him pause for just the briefest moment on her crotch and then look at his little table. Asking if he minded if she sat for a moment and not giving him a chance to say no, she sat on the edge of the little table, knowing it was sturdy enough to hold her weight. She wanted it to hold her weight. She had decided days before that she was miserable. Even if she wasn't going to have a relationship with Frank, fucking him to at least get past the impasse she was at would have to do. The look of pure lust that passed over his face told her that she was going to get at least part of what she wanted. She knew that he had no problem with the bondage, spanking and assfucking she wanted, but she knew that he didn't know she wanted those things, especially after sharing her experience with him. Why would he think she would want to relive such trauma, even though it wasn't so traumatic?
While she wasn't good at seduction, never having done it before, she just went with her instincts. She picked up his glass of water that was on the little table behind her and drank some, letting a bit dribble down her chin onto her chest. Then she took off the tank she was wearing over the sportsbra to wipe it off. Stretching and making a show of taking off the tank, opening her legs slightly while wiping her chest, brushing over her nipples to make them hard, she did everything she could think of. He finally took the hint, suddenly coming to stand in front of her. He stood her up, holding her by the arms and kissed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her almost violently, while she stood frozen. When he finally let her go, she stood with her arms locked to her sides, eyes heavy lidded, and said, "Fuck me."
Before she realized it, he had both of her wrists behind her back in one hand, pulling her slightly backwards, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her bra, the other hand thrust down her pants with his fingers buried in her pussy. He let go of her wrists and cunt long enough to push her back down onto the chair next to the table, almost violently remove her shoes, pants and bra. Bodily picking her back up, he turned her around so that her arms were draped over the back of the chair, dropped his shorts and thrust his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Using one hand to hold her in place at the top of her ass and the other to hold the chair for leverage, he pounded his dick into her, jackhammering her to her first orgasm. While she bucked under him, he reached around and quickly stroked her clit, bringing her to a higher plane. When he felt her sag slightly and relax, he picked her up and before she realized it, he had her wrists cuffed to the little table and the little leather paddle in his hand. Her first instinct was to object; imagining you're being tied up and fucked is very different from really being tied up and fucked. She stammered, "Frank, what are you doing? Let me go! Let me GO!"
"Ah, you know you want this, you know you want me to tie you up, redden your ass, and fuck it"
"No, no, I don't. Please, please, let me go."
"Honey, I'm giving you what you really want. You want me to, let's see, how did you put it, 'tie you up and fuck your spanked ass' and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I never intended to get you so drunk the other night, so drunk that even though I reminded you to lock the door, you forgot. I got about ten minutes out and thought I should check to make sure. Sure enough, you forgot to lock the door, and I heard you moaning. I thought you fell, so I went inside to check. I saw you, spread eagle on the bed, two fingers in your pussy, rubbing your asshole, finally fingering your ass, and calling to me."
Her eyes wide, tears at the corners, all she could do was slowly, almost imperceptibly nod, and whisper, "Please, please, spank me and fuck me. I want you so bad."
Smiling at her, he reached down and fingered her to another orgasm, When she began spasming, he took the little paddle and slowly, gently spanked her, first one cheek then the other. Gradually picking up the pace and the tempo, he reddened both of her cheeks until they were glowing pink and warm to the touch. He put down the paddle and moved behind her, dipping a finger in her wetness. Again, with one thrust he buried his cock deep inside her and stayed, not moving. When he felt her begin to push back to establish a rhythm, he began fucking her at a controlled pace. She pushed back harder and he inserted his wet finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She strained against her bindings, inhaling quickly at the unexpected intrusion. He began fingering her asshole opposite the rhythm of his cock, going deeper and deeper until his finger was completely inside her tight, waiting asshole. Then he added another. When she grunted, he picked up the pace, swirling his fingers to loosen her ass for his dick.
Once he got her into a groove between his two fingers and his tool, he pulled both out, and placed the swollen, glistening head at the pulsing star of her ass. He pushed forward, slowly but determinedly, listening to her grunt and groan. She gasped when the widest part of the head stretched her asshole open and again a split second later when the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle. Giving her just a few seconds to get used to it, he began pumping in her tight rear passage, little by little, bit by bit, watching her flesh try to pull his hardness back in as he thrust in and out. He finally got all of his dick buried in her ass up to his balls. He reached underneath her and pinched her nipples, feeling her asshole twitch and tighten with euphoria around him.
"Ohhhhh, Frank, fuck me, fuck my ass, spank my ass."
And he began, He pulled out until just the head was in and stroked forward. He pumped her like a piston. He watched the ring of flesh around him reach out on his back stroke as if begging him to come back. He started to spank her. He beat a light tattoo on her ass, reddening her cheeks again, harder and harder, feeling them get warm. His balls slapped against her gaping, waiting pussy and her hard nub of a clit. The harder she breathed, the harder he fucked her. He reamed her asshole while she begged him to continue. When he finally felt her shudder with
another intense orgasm, he reached down and ground the pads of his fingers against her clit, mashing it into her G-spot, not giving her any choice but to have a fiery, consuming orgasm. He buried his dick in her ass, using his weight to help him rub her clit even harder and when she came, she shrieked his name and he felt her pussy's juices running down his hands onto his balls. When he finally felt like she had enough, he popped his cock out, watching her hole gape slightly then start to close. He undid her bindings and helped her to the chair.
While she sat, he put on his shorts and went to get some fresh, cold water. After she composed herself, he told her that when he saw her running up the block that day, he had every intention of fucking her as he did. He took the time for her to run up to the highway and back to jerk off and get ready for her. After showering and a light snack, he would have his finish, giving her the choice of which hole she wanted him to shoot his hot load into.
The End.
In a Family Way
Chapter 1
It seemed like the thousandth time that I'd taken that trip to San Jose, but this time it was different. I was going for good this time.
After years of talking to people out there, it seemed that just moving out was the smart thing for my career. It'd certainly make a difference in my wallet.
My flight had been canceled the night before, so I was on an early flight to San Francisco out of Atlanta. I'd been shoehorned into the center of the second to last row. I'm not claustrophobic, but I was feeling the cattle car experience firsthand. I was looking forward to a little shut eye through it all.
I'd spent the last two days in a hotel, since all my stuff had been packed and shipped on ahead. I was exhausted. The job search, interview trips, eventual packing, and now travel troubles had left me almost entirely without energy.
The plane was pretty full, and I'd hoped that the seat next to me would stay empty, but it wasn't to be. A young woman, perhaps twentyfour, slender, and with straight shoulderlength dirtyblond hair came down the aisle to the back of the plane, looking at what I figured must be her seat: the one next to me.
She was cute, something I'd be willing to watch for a little while. She was wearing fairly tight jeans and a short white blouse that was not really meant to hide much. She was wearing a gray jogging bra that was filled well. The fabric of her bra was pushed out into well rounded shaped by her breasts. She filled her space nicely.
"Good morning," I said matter-of-faculty.
"Hi," she said as she was struggling with the belt. Nothing else was said. I fell asleep as soon as we were airborne. I felt a nudge, which woke me out of a much needed rest. "Do you want breakfast," she asked. "Umm, sure, ya," I mustered.
"Are you the other vegetarian meal," the flight attended asked.
"No... heck no!" I said. "I'll take anything with meat in it, thanks." She handed me a tray of scrambled eggs and sausage.
"I wonder why she asked that," I mused to myself.
"Because you're sitting next to me, and I ordered vegetarian," the young lady volunteered. "You should try it sometime, it's more healthy than that stuff you're eating."
"What made you decide to go vegetarian, a bad steak or something?"
"Hah. No. A few years ago, I moved in with some vegetarian friends in Santa Cruz, and, well, that was that," she explained. "I've never gone back."
"Ah, Santa Cruz, that mecca of alternative lifestyle," I prodded. I was in a feisty mood. Everything was moving me in that direction that day.
"Yup, and I suppose that you'd consider me the poster child. I live in sort of a apartment house with two other women, which I suppose you'd consider a commune."
"No kidding. Two roommates. That must cramp the old lifestyle." I prodded some more.
"Well, actually, it is my lifestyle. We're actually all sort of living together." I got the picture, but didn't know what to say.
"Umm, wow, well, I didn't mean to pry!" I backed off. Fast.
"Actually, you didn't, but we all love our lifestyles, and aren't ashamed of it. People like us should be more open with it."
"Ya, well, there ya go."
"You're now a captive audience. I just spent a week on the conservative east coast, you know."
"Uh huh. Don't you ever want kids? Doesn't it seem that you're giving up a lot?"
"Well, ya, sort of. A few of us have been talking about planning for the future in that way." I was curious to hear what was coming next. "We've looked into artificial insemination, and may go that way if we can come up with enough money to do it right."
"Hmm." I stopped the conversation for a while. I felt as though I was invading someone's space in a big way. A few minutes passed.
"So, you strike me as the conservative east coast type," she observed.
"Me, east coast, ya, not quite conservative. You'll never see me in a tie."
"It's just the talk about kids and all..."
"Well, you do want kids, right? So what's conservative about that?"
"Nothing I suppose. It came off as a little judgmental, that's all."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. We went from talking about your being a vegetarian to your sex life pretty quickly." This time she let the conversation idle for a few minutes.
"You know, there are cheaper ways to do it," I blurted out.
"Do what?"
"Conceive have kids, I mean."
"Oh, you mean the conservative, traditional way, right? I've heard of that," she said sarcastically. "You know, I'm not entirely gay, I still see things in guys that I like.
"You just need the right guy, you know, who's willing to do the upfront work." I was stammering a little. This was an odd conversation. A few minutes passed, as we both looked at magazines.
"What do you think of this suit," she asked, showing me a tanthrough swimsuit being modeled by a woman who seemed to have no brain whatsoever.
"I like it," I said. It was a full body suit that had high lines at the thighs and a low cut at the breasts. "It accentuates all the right things." I went out on a limb, "I think it'd look pretty good on you."
She blushed, "Oh you do, do you?" "So, um, would you happen to know any of those guys who could help me out with my, shall we say, proposed project?"
"You mean get you pregnant?" "Well, ya," she said, as if to say "duh!"
"Well, I, uh, I'd be inclined to give it a try. I'm moving out there you know."
"Really?"
"Ya, I'd have a few conditions though," I said. I was beginning to regain some composure.
"Well,that's sort of the problem, I don't want any conditions." She turned away a little.
"It's pretty simple, really. I'd want time with you while you were pregnant, you know, intimate time."
"That's all?"
"Ya, that's pretty much it. I've always wanted to make love to a pregnant woman, and well, that'd be my price. We'd both get something from the deal."
Chapter 2
I got into the center of Santa Cruz, and after taking a few wrong turns, finally found my way to her place. It was a surprisingly nice building. When someone says "apartment building" to me, I think dreary, but this was nice. It was almost an east coast Victorian. She was on the porch waving to me.
"Glad you found the place!" she said. Let me introduce you to my girlfriends, Deidre and Cassandra.
"Very glad to meet you," I politely said.
They were clearly sizing me up, and I was sizing them up, wondering why such good looking women would want to be a lesbian. I had a lot to learn. "He's the one who's going to make us a family." They all sized me up a little more. We went in the front door.
"Gees, who'd you tell?"
"Just my girlfriends. They're all curious how this is all going to work out, you know, how you deal with this and all."
"How I deal with it?"
"Ya, pretty much." She took me by the hand and led me to her room upstairs. The place looked a little like a sorority house, lots of common areas, with bedrooms here and
there.
Her room was a weird cross between a teenage boy's room and a twentysomething woman's room. A poster of Xena was on the wall, a makeup table was against another wall. Two large open windows faced the bay, letting the early afternoon sun and sea breeze in.
She was all business. She undressed me, and then undressed herself. She grabbed my cock, rubbing it back and forth as it grew to full potential. "This'll do the trick," she said. She pushed me onto the bed, and mounted me like a lion would pounce a gazelle. "I'm ovulating you know, so let's make it happen!"
Her boobs were fantastic, freed from her bra. She wasn't quite as slender as I'd imagined, but nicely shaped just the same. "OK, boy, now gimme all you got, fill me with your manhood!" She moaned as I pumped what felt like a cup into her.
We did it as many times as I could. I was beat. "You want something to drink, spermboy? We have to keep you healthy and making more of that baby juice."
"Sure, a beer would be great." She didn't bother dressing as she went to the kitchen. She returned with not one, but two Buds, both for me.
I went back two more times that week to give her a top up, both times she was quite thankful. I'd squirted into her more times in those few days than I'd ever done to any one woman. I could feel that my volume was increasing each time.
Chapter 3
Several weeks passed, and I was curious what was happening. Just as I was about to call, she called me.
"You're a wonderman," she said. I went cold in disbelief of what I was expecting her to say. "You juiced me so well that we did it in the first month! I'm preggo, with child, carrying, got a bun in the oven, woohoo! The girls are so jealous!"
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