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AMY video collection hoping find dirty (02 March 2007)

A lot of this story, you already know. It played out in
your head a million times, in the back corner of your
mind during math class, or behind squinched eyelids in
the middle of the night, maybe even right in the middle
of the act with a woman other than the one you were
thinking of. You know those stories you tell yourself,
your "what if this happened" stories, your "and then she
took off her blouse" stories, your personal Penthouse
Forum.

I've got em in my head too, have since before I really
knew why, so the thing is, if what I tell you comes off
a little "and then she took off her blouse," if some of
it doesn't quite ring true -- forgive me. Memory's a
funny thing, and it's easy to read it a little better
than we lived it.

I was 17. She was 36. Either you're nodding and going,
"OH yeah, I remember that one," or you're about to move
on.

She was the next-door neighbor, and had moved in with
her husband and two little kids a few years earlier, one
of the many families to move to the area when Digital
opened its new plant. I was definitely old enough to
notice her, and started spending more time shooting
hoops in the driveway, where I had a perfect view of her
working in her garden, just across the cobblestone path
that separated the lots from back when the place was all
horse ranches.

A Katie R Halloween (23 February 2007)

Every year Del Rio, Texas and Wallaby, Australia trade librarians. No

one knows exactly why this is done, but once two governments start

something they never seem able to stop. This year's Aussie babe is the

hottest one yet. Looks like a natural blonde to me and so tiny and

cute. She can't be more than 5' 1" at the most, but no one is going to

confuse her with a little girl, no, not with them boobs. The girl's

tits have to be at least double D's and they seem to be hollerin' out,

"Come and get it everybody." Plus, she has the sexiest eyes I've ever

seen. They're blue gray and wrap themselves around a person in a way

that causes most folks to start thinking those secret little thoughts

that might get them in trouble or might get them laid.

My best friend Claudette and I spent the last four hours trick or

treating, and now we're getting ready to head on back to our home, the

Stately Richardson Manor. I look so cute in my dominatrix uniform

because leather and metal add just that much more to my sexy 5' 7"

body. Plus, the little matching cat of nine tails is sooo darling and

coordinates perfectly with the rest of my outfit.

Accidents (21 February 2007)

My name is Steve and I'm a retired military officer.
For copyright reasons, I can't tell you my last name
or Diana's maiden name. I had been in love with Diana
for many years before she finally and suddenly
accepted my long-standing proposal of marriage.
Besides the length of our courtship, starting back
during WWII, there is nothing too unusual about that.
What's unusual is that Diana, although I didn't know
that was her name at the time, is a superheroine. I
can't be too explicit, except to say she's a woman who
is wonderfully stacked, wears a skimpy star-spangled
costume, and goes around saving the world.

Well, I actually do a good bit of the saving, but she
always gets the credit. I think the tv crews just
love to zoom in on those DD boobs as she hands the mad
scientist, alien monster, or political terrorist over
to the authorities. Take the caper just before we
married.

Something, a meteorite supposedly, had crashed into a
remote ranching area out west. Soon reports began
arriving of women in the area being molested by some
sort of creature. International Defense Intelligence
Agency sent me and the superheroine I loved to
investigate. I interviewed the women while she
scoured the area for the spaceship, for that's what
IDIA now thought it was.

The stories I got from the women were all similarly
vague. A creature, described always as large, dark,
and humanoid, attacked women when they were alone.
The descriptions of the creature were all pretty
disgusting - snouts, multiple limbs - but the women
didn't seen upset about the attack. None could
remember much, but they got a kind of happy, dreamy
look on their faces when they tried. Stranger still,
several of the husbands pulled me aside later to tell
me that since the "attack" their wives had been acting
quite odd, not that they were complaining. Let me
transcribe my notes of one typical statement:

Why Women Enjoy MFM and Related Adventures (19 February 2007)

According to leading Sociologists, the number of American women who have
opened their lives to sexual affairs has substantially increased in the
last five years. It is estimated that as many as 60% of all married women
have had affairs. That's right... 60%!

Yes, that's still less than the estimated 70% of all married men who are
believed to have had affairs, but it reflects the fact that growing numbers
of women are reaching out for sexual variety in their lives.

Sadly, traditional secret affairs still usually bring with them feelings
of guilt and anxiety. Yet, it is understandable that women, just like men,
want their sensual lives to be fuller, they want "newness," and they want
the excitement of experiencing different partners and different sexual
adventures.

I have always been a proponent of variety in sexuality for both men and
women. But, I have advocated that couples share in the development of new
sexual pleasures for each other... that they intentionally allow each
other to experience extra partners... that they actively participate in
providing extra partners "as gifts" for their primary partner.

Some call what I advocate "open marriage." While I feel open marriages
are far better than the traditional "closed," monogamous marriage... I
feel that husbands and wives can enhance the open marriage concept by
periodically inviting others to join THEM in bedroom play. I encourage
couples to explore the addition of another guy or gal to their love play as
a way to take an active role in providing their spouse with extra partners
while doubling that spouse's sensual pleasures.

For decades men have talked to their wives about bringing an extra guy
to their shared bed. Many men fantasize about watching their wife being
serviced by one or more other guys. Sometimes it is the woman who proposes
such a threesome (MFM - male/female/male, or female-centered threesome).
But, more often than not, the wife is the "hesitant" party... turned-on by
the idea, but "hesitant" to really give it a try.

A wife in Venice California (17 February 2007)

1 As the huge door of the moving van slammed closed, the sound of the
empty truck boomed through the wealthy suburban neighborhood in Venice
California. Randy Watson smiled in contentment at the fact that all of
their household belongings had arrived safely. The move into their new
house was now complete. He had decided to take the huge step and make the
move from their Midwest home and start up a new business in California.
His wife, Suzanne, had reluctantly gone along with his choice.

"It's where the business is, babe" he told her, as she tried to explain
to him the huge costs of moving, housing and living in coastal California.
During their seven years of marriage, Suzanne had always been the
pragmatist, the voice of reason between the two of them. And her reason
and restraint had served Randy well in life and in business. Suzanne had
helped his small electronics business grow and prosper. She had always
been there to throw parties for the prospective clients and single-handedly
she created the company's entire client base. So Randy could understand
why she got upset when he had decided to sell everything and relocate to
California without even asking her. But he couldn't understand why she
went so crazy when he told her about the house he'd just purchased. Never
mind that he hadn't consulted her about it, never mind that he hadn't taken
her around to look at homes and let her be a part of the decision. What
she really went crazy about was the price of the house he'd chosen.

Randy had used all of the monies from the sale of the business, the sale
of their previous house and the sale of Suzanne's car to put down on this
house. But as the moving van pulled away, Randy knew it was the right
decision. If he was going to do business with the kind of clients he
wanted to attract, he had to be able to entertain in style. And this house
would allow him to do it. It was a white stucco palace, a mix of old Mexican tiles and arches and a touch of contemporary California. The pool,
spa, and spacious flagstone desk was just what he needed to seal those big
deals which would soon come rolling his way.

Randy could feel his heart racing from the excitement of what lay ahead.
Next week, he decided, he would visit the banks, secure several business
loans and would soon be wealthy and successful. He had every confidence
that he would make it happen. And he would certainly scope out the local
gyms and see which one he should join.

A Wife's Gift (15 February 2007)

If you're a minor or it is illegal where you live to
read erotic literature with frank sexual themes,
please to not read this work of fiction.
A Wife's Gift: A Halloween Romance
When I was a boy it was hard to even think about
being married, much less married for twenty years. I
was only a young man when I met Janet, just
nineteen. I had gone to a party with a friend on
Halloween, but I didn't know anyone. It was an older
crowd than I was used to. My buddy was dating the
hostess's younger sister, so as soon as we got there
he split on me to be with her.

A girl dressed as a pirate asked me to dance. Even
though we were both masked, there was something about
her that I found alluring. She was forward enough to
ask me to dance, but she was shy and elusive too.

The pretty pirate was Janet. From that dance on we
were together. We left the party with her sister and
her sister's date to get some coffee. We talked for
hours, learning about each other, shyly flirting with
one another.

She was 23 and fresh out of college, working on her
first real job. I had quit school after three
semesters and was a bookstore manager at the mall. It
was my first real job too. The pay was lousy and the
hours were long, but I thought I was doing something
special.

Neither one of those jobs lasted in the long run,
but our relationship did. On the third night I knew
her, janet took me to her apartment. It was mostly
empty because she spent almost all of her time at her
parent's house. I remember looking in her refrigerator
and there was nothing but a carton of orange juice and
a jar of honey.

A Simple Plan (13 February 2007)

I had known her since she was born. I was just a kid myself, back then,
but there was something special about her. I saw her grow into a teasingly
innocent young woman and one day I realized that I just had to have her.
It took two years to get all of the pieces into place. And even then, the
plan was aborted six times before it finally worked.

This time was the charm.

I drove my 'World Express' van to her house where I knew she would be
home alone. The large crate I was 'delivering' was supposed to be computer
parts for her father. She believed me and let me in.

After she was unconscious I loaded her into the crate and kidnapped her
in plain sight of her neighbors and every passing car. No one suspected a
thing. My felony looked just like any other delivery you see all day long.

I drove to a nearby alley, stripped the markings off the van and then
drove my now non-descript white van back to my house.

Julie awoke comfortably secured into the hanging chair I had designed
for just this occasion. Her arms were secured to the armrests and her legs
were spread eagled to reveal her body to my pryng eyes. Of course, the
obligatory gag and blindfold had also been employed.

She struggled at first, but then tired of the fight and resigned herself
to her situation. I just sat in the room and watched her for a few hours.
I enjoyed the thought of having her charms all to myself.

She jumped when I first kissed her naked tit and then sucked the pert
little nipple. I could hear her crying and decided that that just wouldn't
do. I used a squirt bottle and fed her some of the very special stimulant
that I had compounded from a number of items I bought over the Internet.
The gag was constructed with a valve that prevented her from spitting it
out so she had no choice but to swallow the concoction.

A RUSSIAN SPY Proofed (11 February 2007)

Back in the days of the cold war, spying was the most interesting of
games. Mikhail Gorbenov played his part, as all good Russians must. .
Mikhail was involved with Soviet mind control experiments. His job; to
train the female agents that were sent around the world, to entrap the men of power, bringing all the secrets home to mother Russia.

It is marvelous to work for the USSR; it makes some things very easy to
get. For Mikhail it was the ""getting"" of females, women with the
necessary talents, those worth training. He needed girls who looked good,
and acted bad. This turned out to be not as hard as you might think.

Summer at USTA Military Camp brought all the promising college age
adults from Moscow. Men's compound on one side, Women's on the other.
Mikhail's special agents were recruited from this Camp. He had a small
apartment at the end of the camp, in the works garage. No one new it was
there, no signs, and mostly undergrounds. He was considered by all
concerned to be maintenance staff. The head matron was one of the few, who
knew his real occupation.

Mikhail had designed the camp. It had a very open concept. It was a
tree-less, well-lit plain, well patrolled by staff. No places to hide from
watchful eyes. But one area had been designed opposite to this theme. It
had been set up as the perfect place to hide. Just the sort of place sex
starved Cadets would seek out. It was the Garbage and Waste building, and
it stunk. It stunk so much the staff refused to go anywhere near it. Each
day a new group of future soldiers, were punished with garbage duty. Once
in the shed it was apparent that it was a maze of bins and barrels, with
all the privacy that the stench provided. It wasn't long before these
punished cadets figured out other uses for such a place.

At ten o'clock the camp staff was at officer's mess, the camp considered
bedded down for the night. The only lights visible were from the mess, and
the stinking building. All was quiet. All except the odd little commotion
in the garbage shed. In the maintenance shop basement, Mikhail had his
residential quarters .His living room was a bank of twenty- 12"x 12" Sony
color monitors. Here he spent his evenings watching his closed circuit
TV's. It would start soon. He would open a beer, and sit and watch, and
be rewarded. Not many were chosen, but some "WERE."

A Perfect Wife (09 February 2007)

Bill Raines swirled the drink in his glass and took another large
swallow. "This is perfect," he thought to himself. "Just perfect." His
party for the neighborhood was a big hit. He and his wife, Allison, had
only lived in the upscale, suburban neighborhood for six months, but after
attending three of these neighborhood bashes, he felt it was his time to
host one. And this one seemed to be a huge success.

He and Allison, along with their two young children, had relocated only
months ago, but everyone seem happy with the move. But Bill most of all.
His new job brought with it a salary that made the large house in the posh,
suburban village possible. And his 26-yearold wife, Allison, was happier
that ever before in their six-year-old marriage. The birth of their two
children, now ages 2 and 4, had not taken a toll on Allison's looks. On
the contrary, Bill thought, Allison looked better than ever. A 5' 7"
brunette, she worked out obsessively to keep her body in shape. And her
breasts, enlarged to 36Cs by the birth of their kids, had not diminished
when she lost the little bit of extra weight that came with the
pregnancies. Now her large breasts stood out conspicuously on her slim
body. She was certainly a real looker and Bill knew it. "No," he mused to
himself. "She's perfect."

Bill looked at his glass and took another drink as he jumped back into a
conversation with a near-by neighbor, Frank. Bill had only met the older man once at an earlier party, but Bill could tell from their conversation
that Frank was successful, powerful and accustomed to taking charge.

"So, tell me Frank," Bill said, "How do you stay so fit? I bust my ass
in the gym every day, but you look in twice the shape I'm in. And you've
got a few years on me"

A Secret Audience (07 February 2007)

Anne was nervous... Frightened was more like it. She could feel her
heart pounding in her chest with a mosh pit tempo. But still, she didn't
move, hidden like she was in her brother's closet, peering into the dim
room at the writhing forms on the bed. She couldn't move now even if she
wanted to. It was a new thrill coursing through her adolescent body, a
combination of fear and arousal that made her knees shake, and her breath
shallow.

Marc had sent her to bed soon after Beth had knocked on the door. Anne
had protested, arguing that their parents would have let her stay up
another half-hour, but Marc was adamant. Of course, Anne knew what her
older brother was up to. He was going to make out with Beth, give her
hickeys, and didn't want her around causing a distraction. That's when she
thought of the plan to hide in his closet. But Anne didn't know that Marc
and Beth were planning on taking full advantage of the house while their
parents were gone. When they came into his room, half-dressed and pawing
at each other, Anne knew she was in deep trouble. She watched as her
brother pulled away Beth's jeans, and panties. Trembled at the sight of
his cock, released by Beth's eager hands. And listened intently at their
moans and sighs as Marc and Beth explored one another's bodies with
fingers, and mouths.

Now, Beth was riding Mark's hard cock, sliding her sex rhythmically up
and down, making her long black hair sway and bounce. Anne's instinct was
to touch herself, to run her young fingers over her hairless pussy. She
could feel small shocks of intense sensation when her hard nipples brushed
the flannel of her pajama shirt. Beth continued to ride her brother,
panting and whispering things about "cocks" and her "cunt." Anne strained
her eyes to see more, to watch her brother's hands as they slid up Beth's
torso and held her heavy breasts. Now Marc was grunting. A sound Anne had
never heard from her brother before, a low animal grunt, in time with his
plunging cock.

A Tale of Bisexual Black Men (30 January 2007)

My name is Nadine. I am a gal from Ireland. I am fifty years old. A long time ago, I was a sexual dynamo. A six-foot, plump, thick-bodied woman with long black hair and pale blue eyes. Oh, and I had a real nice behind too. Nice, round and bubbly. As with many people, I got older, though. A lot of people think that when you reach a certain age, you should play Bingo or bake cookies. Well, the only problem with that is that I'm nobody's grandma and my sex drive hasn't been depleted. In fact, it's in hyper mode these days. Read my stories and learn, folks.

I meet with a lot of sexually adventurous people. Two of them came to my place the other night. Jason, a tall, good-looking young black man from the local college came by to visit me. This stud was bisexual, if you can believe that. He brought his boyfriend Lucas along with him. Lucas was a tall, dark-skinned black man. A couple of years older than Jason but just as sexy.
Most women wouldn't want to be in a relationship with a bisexual man. I was very much interested in not one but two bisexual studs. Hey, more fun for me, right?

Jason and Lucas arrived at my house. I invited them in, and we chatted while drinking some wine. Jason was a football player while Lucas played baseball. Both of them had girlfriends. Their ladies didn't know they were secretly queer. I didn't mind. I like sex with no strings attached. We got started right away. I undressed, and proceeded to suck some cock right away. Jason was kind enough to let me suck on his. I sucked on Jason's cock and licked his balls. Lucas watched and stroked himself. I didn't want him to feel left out so I stroked him too. Jason had a nice, long and thick cock. It was hard to fit it in my mouth but not impossible. I love oral sex and I've sucked dicks of all sizes and all colors. I absolutely love it, even at my age.

While I sucked on Jason's cock, Lucas came up behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and pressed his cock against my asshole. Luckily, I had greased myself with lube in anticipation. Lucas shoved his cock up my ass. I've been fucked in the ass before but Lucas was huge. He held me by the hips and plowed into me. If I didn't have Jason's dick in my mouth, I think I would have screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Man, this young black man had energy and stamina. I loved the feel of his cock up my buns. It's been a while since I got fucked down there. I missed it.

My Horny, Horny Girlfriends (28 January 2007)

It was Friday morning about eleven when my office phone rang.

"Hi there sexy"

It was Julie, the woman I was having a sporadic affair with.

I refer to our affair as sporadic because the only time we see one another is for sex.

She tells me she loves her husband but he can't keep her satisfied.

She used to work here but shortly after we started having nooners she quit to work for her husband.

"Well hello" I said in my sexiest voice.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm horny" she said flat out.

I was already aroused by knowing why she called, but those words went straight to my cock causing it to rise.

"And you think I can help you with that" I asked, reaching for my swollen dick.

"Uh, uh" she cooed.

"And what do you suggest I do to alleviate your problem?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh I don't know" she answered demurely.

Just For Her (26 January 2007)

It seemed awfully naughty to her, but why not? She deserved a little something just for her...

It was a runaround day, stops all over downtown, lots of bases to touch. Finally, midafternoon, she'd finished her schedule, and decided there was no way she was going back to the world just yet. She'd check in, no more, but that was going to be it for a while.

She smiled as she settled into her spot, started up the laptop, and saw she had a wireless connection. Some time back, she'd found a secluded corner of a conference hotel right downtown - she gravitated back there when she had the chance. It was intended for quiet conversation, an echo of when power was brokered in the ornate corridors of the grand old place. A couple of overstuffed leather armchairs and a functional glass coffee table were placed at the end of a hall, around a bend that led nowhere but to stairs no one used. High windows let in the light, and thick carpet muffled the sound of the mandatory muzak from the lobby two floors below.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation as she checked her email - six messages, six details to handle. She dutifully worked her way through them, feeling more like playing hooky and blowing it all off with each one. Finally, she could call herself finished for a while, and she slumped back in the chair. Alone at last.

Her mind drifted for some time, sorting itself out, adjusting to taking a break. Hearing the murmurs of the city going on around her, but sitting alone in a place that had been unchanged since she first found it, years ago. So good to have time just for her... but it would be so nice to have just a little more...

She looked at her laptop, deciding... then entering an address in her web browser she'd not used for too long. Using her secret login, with the password she'd be shy about saying aloud. Words and images and sex and passion flowed across her screen, reminding her of the things she enjoyed, things that she'd never confess to the people she'd seen that day. But this was time just for her, and this was what she wanted.

Chocolate Attraction (24 January 2007)

"You have a nine-thirty meeting with the board of directors about the six-percent projected increase in the fiscal budget, an eleven o'clock meeting with the legal team about the impending lawsuit form the Marks Corporation, a lunch meeting with Harry Thompson about his transfer to the Hong Kong office, and a two o'clock conference call with the regional managers from LA, Seattle, Atlanta, and Miami."

I could hear my secretary, Salina, calling out my schedule, but I was looking beyond her out of the floor-to-ceiling window. She had welcomed me at the door, cup of steaming cappuccino in her hand, just like she did every morning. She was an appealing black woman, tall, charming, beautiful caramel skin, with a flawless smile. The only thing that was flawed was that she always seemed so stressed out. I often wondered why she let her job as an executive assistant get to her so much. Granted, I was stressed out all the time as well, but I had much more to lose. Unlike me, Salina earned no more that $39,500 a year no matter how well she performed her job.

I looked up at her momentarily, standing firm like she was preparing for a military drill. "Salina, can I solicit a personal question?"

A nervous expression crossed her face, making me wonder if she was afraid of me. We were the exact same age but had never bonded. I was the vice president of corporate development, making 200K a year plus bonuses.

"Sure. You can ask," she responded.

"Do you ever just go out and have a good time?" I asked as I redirected my eyes to the window. There wasn't a cloud in the powder blue sky. "I mean, hang out with friends, party, have a good time, and let your hair down?"

Nature Walk (22 January 2007)

Their relationship to this point had been nothing more than friends. She told him everything that was going on in her life, and he listened even though he may not have really wanted to hear it. He had been attracted to her from the first time they met at a party. Sure they flirted on occasion but it never got any further than that.

They decided they were going to go hang out one day, and hit a nature trail for a walk. It was a nice enough day and they both thought they could use the exercise and fresh air. As they arrived, they noticed a few clouds in the air, but didn't think anything of it.

As luck would have it, at the furthest point of the nature trail, the winds began to pick up and more clouds started to roll in. They decided they'd turn back before it got any worse. Before they knew it, the sky opened up and it began to rain very hard. They reached an area of heavy tree cover, and decided to try and wait it out. They were still getting wet, but it was nowhere near as bad as other areas on the trail.

They couldn't help but laugh and their "bright" idea of getting back to nature. He was laughing so hard, he wound up falling back against a tree. Where he discovered it was pretty dry.

"Come over here, we won't get wet if we're against this tree!" he said to her.

"Sure it's not, you just want to take advantage of me out here in the rain," she joked.

"Ok, but seriously," he smiled. "I'm not getting hit by any rain, and if I do anything you don't want me to do, you can hit me, ok?"

"It's a deal, cuz this rain is really pissing me off right now!"

James & Rose (14 January 2007)

James & Rose have been together for six years. They got together when James was 22 & Rose was just a young girl of 18. James had been to university, had had a few lovers and so was quite experienced. He was 6' 2" and well built. Rose was a quiet girl, shy, timid, only a shade over 5 feet, with small tits. She had barely had a boyfriend let alone had any sexual experience. Naturally she was horny as hell.

They met on the internet. James had just graduated and was starting his first job, working abroad extensively for an oil company. All the traveling didn't give him much chance to meet girls so he signed up to an internet dating site. He didn't have much success until he found Rose. She had found the internet to be her way into the adult world. There she could safely explore her increasing sexual urges with other people without fear of getting hurt. She saw James's ad & emailed him straight away. He replied & they signed on to chat to each other. It took all of 2 mins before James was describing to Rose how he would lick her throbbing clit while she could suck his rock-hard cock. Rose loved every second.

Soon they arranged to meet. They met in the town center and window shopped together. Rose was so shy, so nervous she couldn't even bring herself to look in his eyes. She was also excited. Very excited. James could sense this and as they walked together he took the initiative. His hand went to her ass. He squeezed. She almost came. 5 minutes later he had his hand down the back of her jeans. Inside her knickers, squeezing her ass, wandering dangerously close to her puckered hole, to her soaking pussy. They ended the first date with a quick kiss, promising to see each other again.

Morning Wake Up Call (12 January 2007)

Sitting at the personal computer, she listened to the soft snores emanating from the next room. The brunette couldn't keep from grinning. He must have tired himself out the night before - during their first lusty romp of the night. She was up earlier than normal, but that shouldn't have surprised her. The new bed and playmate perked her up sooner then expected.

Not wanting to awaken him, she grabbed a sheet and stole into the next room for a quick coffee. Listening to him rest, a devilish grin crossed her face. Feeling frisky a sexy wake up call came to mind. Letting her mind wander, she considered what he would think of what she had in mind. She pondered her naughty plot while silently listened a few more minutes to the sexy man still lost deep in his dreams.

Unable to resist her sudden craving another second, she tiptoed back into the bedroom. When she reached the entry, she stopped. Giving herself a few moments to let her eyes devour every inch of his nakedness. The heated morning air had already caused tiny beads of sweat to add a sexy sheen to his tanned torso.

A carelessly tossed corner of the sheet almost covered the package hidden beneath. Her eyes narrowed when she caught a glimpse of his rousing member. This might be simpler than I expected it would be. He is sleeping like a baby. She grinning, then bite her lip before her excitement could betray her intents.

Afraid the slightest sound would ruin her plan, she slowly leaned over to pull the sheet off while easing her weight onto the bed. He moved slightly, but soon settled back into the bed. Undaunted and unwilling to miss this minute, she rested her cheek against his heated flesh.

The Widow Porter (28 December 2006)

I come from the lower end of an upper middle class town. Through high school and then into college I'd gotten a pretty good lawn mowing and gardening service going. I was always expected to mow our lawn for nothing, or, if you like, because dad said so. I didn't mind. Actually I rather liked it and still do to this day. There's a quick sense of accomplishment that goes with it. But when I was a young teen and discovered people would pay me for what I was doing for nothing, well, at 14 you don't argue when you have no other income. So I built up a good business, much of it coming by word of mouth. This was also before all these "landscaping" businesses popped up that you see today. People in the 60s didn't have such a luxury unless they were fairly wealthy.

When I went off to college I actually stayed home and commuted each day. So I didn't have to give up my business that was doing fairly well, I earned close to $100 a week which in those days was good money.

One house I did, the Porters, was almost estate size. They had lots of flower gardens which, thankfully, they had someone come in and take care of, and then they had me cutting the grass, trimming the hedges, raking leaves, etc. Just as I was starting my freshman year in college Mr. Porter died. I gave Mrs. Porter a couple of weeks to recover, mowing the lawn in the interim without bothering her about getting paid. It was the last week in September and I'd gone almost the month without saying a thing. I'd never met her although I'd seen her at a distance a number of times and I knew she knew who I was. Mrs. Porter was a woman in her early 50s. To me, an 18 year old, she looked old but there was something else about her that was difficult for me to put a finger on. She was what was called "smart looking." She always dressed well and took care of herself. And of course she had the money to be properly coiffed. Most of the wives looked matronly but not Mrs. Porter. She had an air about her.

I rang the doorbell and waited. Mrs. Porter answered the door fairly quickly and stood in front of me dressed smartly but casually. "Oh, hi Peter, I'm glad you came around. I've been so busy since my husband died and well, I don't know what his arrangement with you was but I'd like you to continue if you don't mind." Mrs. Porter was a statuesque woman as she was nearly as tall as me and I was six feet tall. She had lush reddish brown hair and green eyes.

Beer Garden Blast (22 December 2006)

The pounding bass of the speakers made the ground quiver. At the middle of the tent dancers were swaying in a sensual frenzy to the blasting techno. I wanted to join the dancers but at the moment I was content with just watching their movements. Turning to stumble off into a corner, I knew I had consumed a little more booze at the beer gardens then I originally expected.

While I watched the crowd a sudden stream of energy flowed through my no longer tired limbs. The music and the liquor seared through my veins, slowly electrifying me. Standing there is a buzzed state I gave into the music. Allowing my eyes to close, I let the music softly speak. Standing there, I enjoyed the alcoholic haze seeping through me. The tent pole kept me from falling as I swayed in time with the drums.

My lack of equilibrium amused me at first. Until I noticed I was swaying a little more to the music then I should. Feeling vulnerable and frustrated, I pushed off the pole, and headed out into the darkness. Time to walk it off a little. Besides I desperately needed a distraction from this unexplained and unexpected arousal. I staggered off into the darkness alone.

The bright moonlight bathed the area in light. My drunken feet beat a broken taboo through the grass. Wanting to feel the grass on my toes, I kicked off my shoes as I left the party zone and headed back to the campsites. The strolling is doing some good because my head was no longer feeling as light-headed. In the distance I see the blurred shape of a picnic table. I sigh in relief as I lower myself into the seat. Feeling numb I lie back onto the table to catch my breath and try to make the world stop spinning.

Lying there, sprawled across the tabletop, I picked up the soft sound of approaching footsteps, mingled with the soft jingle of keys. Instantly alert, I pushed myself up, so I could make out who was coming.

Hate (18 December 2006)

It' a funny thing what hate can do to a man. Hate is an emotion which can lead you in so many directions. It can eat your guts out and turn you into a shell of a man who is useless or it can goad you into doing things which you swear you were never capable of accomplishing.

Cory Harmon started hating one person a lot of years back and it sent him over the edge into that place where you become a shell. He struggled with it and himself for four or five years, building walls around himself which not one person on earth could penetrate. He was a loner who needed nothing nor anybody. In fact he swore never to allow anyone to get close to him ever again. Cory did a lot of drinking in that period but he could never get drunk enough to make the feelings of hatred go away. Then Shirl came along and slipped up on him. She got inside his head and his heart. He married her and let the walls close back in and he kept his world small. Just Shirl and the boys, and Johnny and Martha, Shirl's folks.

His country was at war then and Cory was in the military. He let his hatred be channeled toward the enemy and those blood thirsty bastards he worked for turned him loose. He soon became a cold blooded killer. Looking back Cory thanked God, if there is a God, that he was in a war zone. He would have hated to have done the things he did in any civilized place. There is one thing for sure, he would have ended up in the electric chair instead of being honored with a lot of medals . The military loves to give out medals for "Gallantry in Action," or "Bravery above and Beyond the Call of Duty." Cory got a little more than his share of medals, not because he was so brave, but because he was just mean. Actually vicious is a better word. They trained him well....too well. Now they can't turn him loose because it would be a crime in itself to turn an animal like him loose on the population of the gentle land of his birth. So here he stays, in a special prison that holds several hundred of the kind of men that Cory is. There are quite a few Navy Seals there, a bunch of Green Berets, the SOG types, and a fair number of men who were trained as Cory was.

The guards are not mean, the food is excellent and the living conditions are probably better than most of the of his relatives have back home. Cory won't...actually, can't mention the name of the facility as it doesn't exist as far as the government is concerned.. He has no idea where it is located, except it must be in the South. It is so hot and humid and those slash pines don't grow in a lot of other places. It's just called a Military Reservation, with fifteen foot, electrified, barbed wire fences around it's perimeter. There are six buildings in the middle of thirty five thousand acres of forest. The buildings themselves are thoroughly camoflauged and unless you know exactly where you are going, you can't see it from the air, or from ground level as you can't get within ten miles of the facility itself. There's one road in...and none out, not for them anyway.

Melanie (Chapter 8) (07 December 2006)

The summer holidays were almost over and it was nearly time for Melanie to make the trek back home. She didn't really want to go, both because it was going to be strange not having her father around all of the time and because she knew so much more about herself, both physically and emotionally.

Adam had returned to the cottage a couple of times, but Amanda had kept him to herself and he had even slept in her bed overnight. Melanie was a little jealous, but only slightly; she still didn't want to give up her virginity just yet.

On her last evening Amanda turned it into a bit of a party. There were only three people, but there was a lot to eat and drink and even some background music. It suddenly occurred to Melanie that she hadn't even noticed the absence of a television during her stay.

Late into the evening, they were all pretty 'merry', but far from drunk. She didn't know if Amanda had planned it (she suspected that she may have), but the next piece of music was that classic 'Stripper' tune. Naturally, Amanda got to her feet and began to dance.

Melanie had noticed that her aunt had made an effort in the way she had dressed that evening. For once her face was made up. She wore high heels and nylon on her legs (for the first time during the holidays). Her dress was low cut, but of a reasonable length and of a shiny black material.

Amanda's dance was very skilful and sexy, even before she removed any clothing. She had unzipped her dress at the back, slipped the straps off of her shoulders and was teasingly giving glimpses of her bra. When she finally, slowly lowered the dress to her waist, she revealed an incredibly sexy black bra.

Melanie (Chapter 7) (05 December 2006)

When Adam turned up for the next sitting, Melanie was already in an advanced state of arousal, both from the thought of being naked again with this wonderful looking man, and the reaction that she knew he had upon her aunt.

As she sat at Adam's feet, she thought she could smell her arousal permeating the air around them. Dismissing this thought from her mind she tried to concentrate on retaining the pose. However, as her mind wandered and she began to recall the events following the last session, her hand unconsciously began to move and gently stroke the inside of Adam's thigh.

A movement in the corner of her eye brought her out of her reverie. Without moving her head she looked across and realised that what she had seen moving was Adam's penis. She froze as she watched the rapidly expanding member fall to one side as it became engorged and began raising itself up alongside his leg - towards her face!

"Auntie!" she said, with an edge of nervousness.

"Mmm?" said Amanda. She looked up and saw what was happening. She chuckled, "Don't worry dear, it won't bite. And I think we'd rather that you didn't bite it, either!"

Adam's cock throbbed as the blood pumped into it and it came ever closer to her face. It momentarily brushed against her nose before finally springing to full, upright attention. Melanie marvelled at the size of it. This close it looked enormous! She watched fascinated as the cock bobbed in time with his pulse. The sacks containing his testicles appeared to be constantly on the move.

Melanie (Chapter 6) (03 December 2006)

Over the next few days Amanda completed the painting. Melanie thought that it was really very good, but she was now a bit worried as to who was going to see it. Her aunt told her not to worry as most of her paintings were usually bought by private collectors - not for public display.

"Did you enjoy posing?"

"Yes. I did actually. Especially when I saw the result."

"Would you like to sit again?"

"Yes. OK."

Amanda hesitated before going on, "What I would like is to paint you and Adam together."

"Oh. OK," Melanie answered.

"Nude."

"Both of us? Together? Naked?"

"Yes. You don't have to answer now. Just think about it. It's just that I've got an idea for a subject and I think the two of you would be perfect models for it."

Apart from her aunt, mother and (probably) her father nobody had ever seen her naked. Well, OK maybe some Doctors, nurses and midwives as well. But nobody else had. She thought about it. She quite liked the idea of exposing herself to a man in this way. Besides, he was going to be naked too and she would get to see what he looked like close up. She would be able to see if his dick was really as big as Amanda had painted it. She told her aunt of her decision next day.

Melanie (Chapter 3) (27 November 2006)

It was dark outside when Melanie made her way back downstairs. Her aunt met her as she reached the bottom. "Hello, darling. Are you feeling... rested now?"

Melanie noted the slight pause in Amanda's question, but dismissed it as nothing.

"Would you like something to eat now? I can throw something in the microwave. What do you fancy?"

"Pizza". Don't all youngsters like them?

"Pizza it is then. Do you fancy some microwave chips as well?" she asked

"Ooh, yes please! Mummy won't let me have things like that at home."

"You mean Joanna has a microwave these days?"

"Er, no. Not yet," Melanie said with a grin.

Once Amanda had cooked the meal, she sat down with Melanie at the kitchen table.

"I thought I heard you come... down a while back," Amanda said.

That pause again. Melanie felt the blood flowing to her face as she blushed. She was shocked as her aunt continued.

"Its OK, I didn't mind you watching. I suppose I should have been a little more circumspect, but I was feeling pretty desperate at the time and well, in the heat of the moment, I sort of forgot you were here. Sorry."

Melanie (Chapter 2) (25 November 2006)

Amanda, like her sister, was the benefactor of their grandmother's will. In Amanda's case this meant that she could afford to follow the career of her choice and had become a minor artist. In order to give herself the peace and quiet that she desired for her work, she purchased a run-down cottage that overlooked the preserved railway line. She used the inheritance to repair and improve the cottage, building a studio at the rear of the property.

When Melanie awoke it was still light, although the sun was now low in the sky. She was feeling hungry, so she made her way downstairs in search of her aunt. Having not had an answer to her call, she assumed that Amanda was in her studio.

Melanie walked down the passage towards the extension at the back of the cottage. The design of this part of the building was unusual. The architect had taken into account the way the ground dropped away on the side of the valley and built the studio below the level of the ground floor. At the end of the corridor, a door led onto a balcony that looked down onto the room. The floor was reached via an ornate spiral staircase.

As she approached the door, which was open, she could see the canvass that her aunt had been working on. It was not yet finished, but was clearly at a very advanced stage. The subject matter was a strikingly powerful looking man. The model was reclining nude upon a dark red chaise longue. As Melanie reached the opening, the sofa itself came into view. It wasn't the sight of the man that stopped her in her tracks, but the fact that Amanda was sitting astride him.

The artist was still wearing her plain, oversized dress. Melanie was now able to hear what she was saying.

"You have no idea how your body has had me turned on during these sittings. I've had to correct so many mistakes because I lost concentration. Right now I simply have got to have you. Please don't turn me down."
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