Susanne The Tease

Susanne The Tease
By: Jake (dishpro454movies@yahoo.com)

Susanne The Tease.

She was a sweet looking young woman attending college and to get extra credit volunteered at the local rehabilitation center. She had to work 20 hours a week and spent most of it teasing the men and a few of the women. She knew full well they liked her and the guys always watched her every move. She wore tight white uniforms some with pants others short skirt types. She was a little on the plump side but with a D cup chest and heart shaped ass most didn't mind. So she was a little thick in the middle she still had a waist line. To top it off she's a blond with hair to her shoulders and blue eyes that sparkle with full soft lips usually in shades of red.

She made rounds asking if anyone needed a book or snacks. Oh she's play it up bending over to pick something up her rear pointed to the patients. Sometimes she let a few extra buttons open and flashes her full tits. She would run errands and sneak things in for handsome tips. She knew how to work them and 2 of the guys one about 40 the other in his 60's were her favorite targets. She took their money for beer one night promising to smuggle it in. the only thing was she lied and said she was caught loosing the beer. The guys knew better they watched her come and go to her car and hadn't seen her carry anything at all. They fussed and she said well maybe next time and left them to fume.

Well old Joe wasn't the type to take it laying down. He talked about the raw deal and one of the ladies overheard him. She was a little crazy claiming to be a witch and said she could help them for some cigarettes. Well they haggled and got her to two packs and she told them she would settle the score for them. She was going to bring them a magic locket that would control the young woman. She guaranteed the outcome and said it would last as long as they paid up weekly 2 packs of smokes. The guys said shore and she left to work her magic spell.

Old Mary buzzed for help and Susanne answered a little leery as everyone said Mary was nuts. What can I do for you mum? Well I'd like another blanket if you don't mind. Why sure I'll run get it for you. When she returned she started to spread it out and tuck it in. Mary quick as a snake snipped a little hair from her head to which Susanne said now we can't have that I'll report you if you try again. Mary said sorry dear I just wanted a little of you fine hair. Well why didn't you ask? Would you like a little more? Sure Mary smiled. Well you give me a Five and you can snip a little more. Mary produced and then Susanne said I'll do the cutting. She took the scissors and trimmed about two inches off her length. Here I needed to trim the ends so here you go.

Bye the way what do you do with the hair? Mary pointed to some pictures she had I use the hair to dress them up. Susanne laughed well you enjoy leaving the room. Mary went to her closet and got her book of spells and started to chant softly outing the hair into a silver locket with some old inscriptions on it. She also put a few other things into it and when done put it under her pillow till the next day.

Next morning at breakfast Joe and Bob sat with her. Well Joe asked is it ready? Sure is where's the smokes? Handing them over Mary passed them the locket. Now one of you keeps it close whenever she's around you. Think whatever you would like her to do and she will. You have to think real hard and focus. It takes a couple minutes but the power of your mind will control her and with time t will get stronger in controlling her. Just remember to pay every week and it will last. Laughing the duo said I hope this works we'll have a ball.

That afternoon right on time Susanne showed for her duties. When she came into their room Joe had the locket. He started thinking of her unzipping her top. She was talking and all he did was smile at her while Bob talked away. His vision was blurred and he saw in his mind her tugging the zipper exposing her bra to them. After a few minutes she said gee it's warm in here toying with the zipper. She eased it down a little, then a little more. Joe kept concentrating and she tugged more till it was to her waist. He and Bob loved the view. He wanted more and thought the door needed to be closed and remarkably she went over and closed it.

Well now let's see Joe thought take the dress all the way off. Just let it slip to the floor. He kept thinking and she shrugged her shoulders and wonder of wonders it fell to the floor. She stood there just talking as if nothing happened. Joe licked his lips and watched her young body clad in a bra and tiny panties. Her chest raising and falling her tits almost spilling out. He thought about her young pussy and how wet it must be. She started to rub her legs together. Her face flushed. He thought about her coming and her legs rubbed her hand dropped to her pussy her fingers rubbing her slit. The men could see the moist material transparent now her pussy lips protruding.

Close you eyes relax Joe thought and she did. He winked at Bob nodding towards the woman. Bob got up getting behind her. He was close and reached up and released her bra slipping the straps off her shoulders it fell to the floor. Joe kept her busy his mind in control now making her finger her pussy and centering on her little clit. Rub harder now that's it. She did her body responding to her touch not minding Bob. Bob reached to the waistband of her panties and tugged. They slid down slowly when he had them down to her knees Joe thought lift you foot now and she did one then the other helping Bob remove them leaving her naked in front of the guys.

Bob stood behind her his hands coming up and squeezing her full tits tweaking her nipples then tugging them getting them harder still. Susanne moaned her finger still working her clit. Bob nudged her toward Joe on the bed till she stood in front of him with Bob caressing her tits Joe reached and pushed her fingers away replacing them with his own. Stroking her clit running the length of her sweet young pussy. The only sounds were those of heavy breathing and moans from the young woman.

Joe thought about his cock and about how long it had been since a young woman had touched him. She reached down smiling and tugged his pajama's down her hand going to his old piece of meat. She started to fondle and stroke him getting him harder. Bob had dropped his pants and slid up behind her his hard cock poised and ready. There now bend over a little that's it. She bent at the waist giving Bob all the target he needed her hands working Joe's cock. Joe thought now just bring your mouth lower and kiss it. She did taking the head and slipping her mouth over it gently sucking. Her hand pumping and her head started to bob up and down her tongue swirling around the crown sending jolts through his old body.

Bob eased forward and his cock teased her pussy a little and then he slipped the head in feeling her warm wet pussy wrap around him. He held still for a minute then inched forward. He took his time till finally he felt his balls tickled with the sparse hair covering her little slit. He stayed there relishing the hot warm feelings his cock twitching. He felt fingers around the pussy and looked seeing Joe playing with her clit. It added to his pleasure and he started to fuck her long and slow pulling all but the head out them slowly back in wanting to feel her entire pussy.

Joe found her clit and started to tug in time to Bob's fucking. Susanne moaned around his cock her head bobbing faster taking more of his cock into her mouth keeping time also. Joe tugged her clit harder till her hips were bucking back onto Bob's cock. Bob started to fuck her harder holding her hips and driving faster and ramming her harder. The trio didn't hear the door but saw a series of flashes and Bob and Joe turned to see Mary and Cindy another resident taking pictures and smiling.

Bob winked at Mary and she said you two keep it up we have a whole roll and she'll get hers now. Cindy got closer I want to take some close ups. She was next to Bob taking pictures of his cock pounding the young pussy. She then went around to the side of the bed and got some of Susanne's blow job catching the woman's face for posterity. There now she can't say these are fake laughing.

She gave Mary her camera and again got beside Bob you are quite the young stud. She was about 55 or so but still had a figure. Bob said thanks still fucking away. He felt Cindy's hand caress his ass then dip between his legs finding his balls. Oh these are full honey when you going to give it to her gently squeezing him. Umm not long if you keep that up. She continued then brought her other hand up ringing his cock when it came out milking it even more than the young pussy was. Oh no please Bob moaned. He drove his cock in to bring it out and Cindy teased it jacking him off her other hand caress his ass. She grinned can't make up your mind well I don't care jacking his cock rubbing the head against the girl's wet pussy lips. I've felt a lot of young cocks come in my hand working faster his hips pumping her hand so talented in bringing off cocks. Ugh he moaned here it comes pushing forward she let it slip into Susanne's pussy to come squeezing the base feeling his load pump into the girl. Her finger found his tight asshole and she shoved it in thrilling him further his cock filling the pussy. She held it there till he stopped throbbing her fingers gently milking it for it all a satisfied grin on her face. Oh how I love to be in on fucking. When he softened she said now stand back dear her fingers tugging on Susanne's clit my turn. She stood pulling her robe open exposing a strap on that was twice as long as Bob's cock. Cindy grinned glad you loosened her up guiding the head to the little pussy lips. She ran it up and down a few times to lube it with Bob's come then pushed in a little. She reached and held Susanne's hip and started to work the huge thing in an inch at a time. She was smiling the whole time licking her lips. She turned to Bob saying good thing you got yours first she won't be the same anymore pushing the rest in.

Susanne stopped sucking Joe her face straining her eyes wide open. Joe held her hands and watched as Cindy started to fuck her young pussy with her cock. Slow then fast Cindy fucked her. She started to grind her hips stretching Susanne further. Joe stopped controlling her mind and let Susanne really feel what was happening. She couldn't move her pussy aching wanting more. She backed onto the cock and Cindy said feeling it huh well here you go and started to ram it harder and harder till her hips were flying. The cock was shoved so far up her pussy she felt it touch her womb then the head enter it a few inches. Oh she moaned arching her back. Cindy grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her back to fuck her as hard as she could.

Susanne started coming her pussy trying to squeeze the hard cock wanting to feel it come in her. Cindy had a surprise a little bulb filled with ice water. When she saw the lips contracting milking the dildo she waited then squeezed it filling Susanne with the cold water flooding her pussy. Oh Susanne yelled feeling the cold water fill her up her pussy contracting coming around the monster cock. She fell forward passing out with Cindy still ramming her fake cock into her young body.

Bob saw the strap on had another smaller cock that Cindy had in her pussy so while she fucked Susanne she also got fucked. She kept at it a while the started to come on the smaller cock moaning and groaning she fell on top of Susanne biting the young girls neck and leaving her mark for everyone to see one her neck. She knew where to put them so Susanne couldn't hide them. She wanted to brand her as her own now. When she tired she lifted off pulling her cock out they head a pop when it fell out of Susanne. Bob looked her pussy now open and red the lips puffy.

Cindy rolled Susanne to her back and started sucking her tits and leaving marks all over her. When she finished she said let her explain that to her young doctor finishing with two large marks between her thighs. Those will be there for a week at least and we'll have her again and refresh them. I have a charm too grinning. She always thought she was slick stealing my perfume replacing it with water. Well we'll see who has the last laugh now. Cindy bent down taking the girl's bra and panties see you all later smiling as she walked out the door.

Want to read more adventures send me some feedback. Jake

The Making of a Slut Chp. 3

The Making of a Slut Chp. 3 [part 3 of 6]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

Sunday was a day of rest, for me anyway. I ripped off a piece of BJ when I woke up, fixed her breakfast, fucked her two more times and then told her she could go home and I'd give her a call later to let her know what time I wanted to see her on Monday. Sunday afternoon was spent at Best Buys and Circuit City and Sunday evening was spent setting up my purchases in my living room and bedroom. When I was done I looked around and was pleased to see that you couldn't spot any of the hidden cameras. Up till then I had been blackmailing BJ with a non-existent videotape, but sooner or later the odds were pretty good that she was going to want to see it. Against that time I figured that I'd better have a couple.

Monday I called BJ from work and told her to be at my place by seven, "And sweetie? Don't wear a lot because you'll just be taking it off." BJ showed up at seven and I let her in and led her into the living room. Charley was sitting on the easy chair and Mel, Ben and Harry were sitting on the couch and all four men were naked. BJ looked at me and I saw the shock show on her face.

"Oh god no, please don't make me do this."

"Stop your whining Blow Job Baby. There are four cocks that need the attention of your mouth. You know you have to do it so get started."

She looked from them to me and I saw the hope go out of her eyes. "Who goes first?"

"I think that if you go over to the couch and start there it would be best. You can suck on the one in the middle while you jack off the ones on either side of him and then after a bit they can rotate."

I got one last pleading look from her and I pointed at the couch. With downcast eyes and a look of resignation she walked over to the couch and knelt down.

For the next half-hour the boys paid musical couch as one after another they took turns on being in the center position. Then Charley said, "Enough of this warm up shit, I want some pussy."

"You know where the bedroom is BJ, lead the way. They have had you drunk and I guess they want to see what you are like sober."

BJ stood up and with a look of hopelessness on her face she led the guys to the bedroom. For the next two hours it was pretty much your basic suck and fuck with BJ constantly having a cock in her mouth and in her cunt at the same time. It occurred to me as I watched the guys take turns on her that I hadn't seen her take a cock in the ass yet. I debated joining in, taking her butt hole and then letting the guys do a three holer on her, but in the end (no pun intended) I decided to save her ass for just me - at least for the time being. As was the case in the parking lot at The Hidden Place BJ started out just lying there and being a pin cushion, but after about five minutes she got with the program and at fifteen minutes she was begging them to fuck her hard and make her cum.

By eleven the boys were worn out and they started to get dressed. While Harry was finishing his final fuck Charley took me aside and asked me what was the deal. "She was blitzed the night of your party, but tonight she is stone cold sober. How did you get her to do it?"

"I took your advice. I told her I videotaped that first night and that if she didn't play ball I'd send a copy to Mike."

"How long you going to milk it?"

"At least until Mike gets back and who knows, maybe even after that."

"Well don't forget your friends. I'll take all of that I can get."

When Harry finished and dismounted BJ looked around and saw everyone getting dressed to leave. "Come on guys, stay a little longer please? I'm not ready to stop yet. Come on, I need a cock. Don't leave me hanging, please guys, somebody fuck me."

I laughed and said, "I'm not going anywhere sweetie" and I told the guys to let themselves out as I moved between her legs.

"Bastard" she snarled at me, "If you are going to do this to me you should at least see to it that there are enough guys to do it right."

"Oh? Does my little Blow Job Baby like being a gangbang queen?"

"No, but if you are going to make me do it you should at least see to it that I get taken care of."

"You got it sweetie. Next time I make sure to have twice as many."

"No damn it, that's not what I meant. I don't want to do it again, but you should have seen to it that I was taken care of this time."

"What? You don't think that I can do the job? I haven't had you yet tonight so I should be good for a couple of times. You think that might be enough, or should I get on the phone and call for reinforcements?"

"Oh fuck you!"

"No Blow Job Baby, fuck you" and I proceeded to do just that.

After three hours of being worked over by four guys BJ was very wet and very loose, but that didn't matter to me because all I was doing was soaking my dick in lubrication. When I was about ready I pulled out and got her on her hands and knees. I slid back into her snatch and slowly started fucking her while I took my thumb and began working on her asshole.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting your butt hole ready."

"No damn you, no! I don't do that."

She tried to pull away from me, but I held her hips and scooted along behind her. When she got to the bed's headboard she had to stop and I had too good a grip on her for her to get out from under me. She kept struggling though and I had to use both hands to hold her.

"Stop fighting BJ. You keep fighting and I'll have to keep using both hands to hold you which means that I'll just jam my cock in and it will hurt like hell. You don't fight and I can use my hands to loosen you up. Like everything else these last couple of days it is your choice."

"But I don't want to do that. I've never done that, not even with Mike."

"Good. That means that I'll have something of you that brands you as mine."

"No. Please don't do this to me, please god, no."

"Okay sweetie, your choice."

I pulled my cock out of BJ's pussy and pressed it against her puckered asshole and started to push. BJ screamed, "All right, all right, I'll stop fighting, just don't hurt me, please don't hurt me."

"It won't hurt a bit" I lied, "It won't hurt at all."

I spent the next ten minutes working on BJ's asshole with my thumb and fingers and a liberal amount of KY Jelly until I had her as loose as I was going to get her without the use of something larger. I tried to prepare her (I'm an asshole, but I'm not mean) for what was coming.

"The first push will hurt sweetie. The pain will be just like when you gave up your virginity and then there will be some discomfort and then you should start felling good. You're going to love it sweetie; you are really going to love it."

I poked the head of my cock at her rosebud and began to work it in a little at a time and then the cockhead popped past the sphincter muscle and BJ screamed out, "No, please no, please stop, it hurts damn you, stop it, it hurts."

Hey, I was in; no way I was going to stop. I held on and she cried and struggled as I continued to work my way in. Once in I began to stroke slowly in and back and after several minutes BJ stopped crying and began moaning. I kept it slow and easy until, after about three minutes, BJ started to slowly push her ass back at me as I pushed in. Two more minutes and she was breathing hard and grunting loudly and a minute or so after that she screamed out, "OH SHIT" and had an orgasm. I was close myself so I picked up the pace and in less than a minute BJ had cum in her ass for the first time. I let go of her hips and she fell forward and laid there breathing hard. After a minute or so she said, "You lying cocksucking bastard! You said it wouldn't hurt."

"I also said that you would like it. Was I wrong?"

"Oh God! Nothing that hurts that bad should be able to feel that good."

"Well the upside is that if we do it a lot your hole will stay loose enough that you won't have to suffer the pain anymore. I'm going to go and wash my cock and then let you get me hard again."

I cleaned myself up and when I came back she leaning on an elbow looking at me. I laid down on the bed and said, "Okay Blow Job Baby, work your magic on me."

She had me hard in about three or four minutes and I said, "Okay sweetie, where do you want it, pussy or ass?"

She sat up and looked down at me and said, "Can we start regular and then move to anal?"

I had to smile at that, "Whatever you want sweetie, whatever you want."

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Waking up with BJ was getting to be a regular thing and after I fed her breakfast I told her she might want to consider moving a few of her things to my place. "It looks like you might be spending the night quite a lot."

She looked at me for a moment or two and then she asked, "You are going to do it? You are really going to do it? You are going to keep me doing this until Mike comes home?"

"Sweetie, if I'm lucky I'll keep doing it after Mike comes home."

"It isn't right. I never did anything to hurt you. It just isn't right that you should do this to me."

"Not fair to you maybe, but it sure is working for me. Besides, you've loved it every time. You might have shown up not liking it or having to do it, but you end up begging for it before the night is over."

I bent over and kissed her forehead, "Tell you what I'm going to do for you. Plan on partying every Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Monday through Thursday, as long as you are here to give me my nightly piece of ass by eleven, you can go ahead and do your own thing."

"Oh gee, thanks a lot. God, but I am so blessed to have you in my life."

She was being sarcastic of course, but I said, "You are sweetie, you most certainly are and there will be a day when you will surely realize it."

BJ showed up at my place at ten-thirty carrying an overnight case. She went straight to my bedroom, undressed and then laid down on the bed.

"No conversation, no glass of wine, just right to bed?"

"I have to be here, but I'm not here willingly and I don't have to pretend that I am. Oh I know, as you have pointed out more than once, that before it is over I'll be giving as good as I'm getting, but that's my body talking, not me. Now, are you going to fuck me or can I roll over and go to sleep?"

"Silly girl, of course I'm going to fuck you, several times, but first I want one of your magnificent blow jobs."

I got down on the bed next to her and told her to get to it. When she had me hard I put her legs up on my shoulders and fucked her until we'd both had orgasms and then I stuck my cock in her mouth again. It took her a while to get me up the second time and when I was ready I got her up on her hands and knees, took the bottle of KY Lotion off the nightstand and lubed myself up real good. I put a little KY on my thumb and worked it into BJ's ass for about a minute and then I took her anally. She cried out when I first popped in, but in less than a minute she was pushing her ass back at me and began moaning, "So good, so good, oh god fuck me you worthless bastard, fuck me."

"That's it BJ" I thought to myself, just keep it up, the cameras are loving it, "Just keep on telling me to fuck you."

I banged her hard for about five minutes and then I had to let go. I blew my load in her ass and as I pulled out she cried, "Not yet damn it, I'm almost there."

"Sorry sweetie, but it went and got all soft on me."

I don't think that she realized what she was doing; I think she was so hot to get herself off that she forgot where I had just been. She spun around and took my cock in her mouth and before the taste told her that she had fucked up I grabbed the back of her head and held her in place as she tried to pull away. Talk about slutty; sucking a cock that just came out of your ass had to be right up there on the list of the ten sluttiest things you can do. Just the thought of it had me hard again in no time and knowing that the cameras (three of them) were catching all the action just made it that much better.

I pulled out of her mouth, turned her around and took her ass again. BJ screamed at me, called me a mother fucker, a no good worthless bastard, a miserable son of a bitch and a few other choice epithets and I laughed when the screams turned to, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, make me cum, oh please god make me cum." She had her orgasm (two actually) and then I went into the bathroom and cleaned off my cock and when I came back I made her suck on me some more. I fell asleep with my cock still in her mouth.

When I woke up the next morning BJ had one hand on my cock and one of her legs was lying on top mine. She was lightly snoring and there was just something about the situation that made me hard and made me want to fuck her. I rolled her over, pulled her to her knees and pushed my cock into her asshole as she was waking up. "Oh god" she moaned as I started fucking her and then she buried her head in the pillow while I buried my bone in her butt. When it was over I jumped out of bed and hurried to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. I heard the shower start to run and ten minutes later BJ came into the kitchen wearing an old fuzzy bathrobe and with her hair wrapped in a towel. To anyone else it probably have been a very unappealing sight, but for some strange reason it turned me on and I walked over, spun her around and bent her over the table and took her ass for the fourth time in seven hours. When I was done she stayed leaning over the table and said as sarcastically as she could, "Should I even bother to move? Want me to stay here, ready and waiting for my masters return?"

"You can if you want to, won't bother me none" and then I went to take my shower. When I entered the bathroom I saw that BJ had decided to follow my suggestion and move a ?few of her things' to my place. Two thirds of the bathroom counter was covered with feminine stuff. I wondered how long it would be before she would be hanging clothes in my closet.

When I was dressed and ready for work I went back into the kitchen where BJ was sipping coffee and reading the morning newspaper. "You get a night off sweetie. I have a business dinner that will run really late and if I know John he will want to drink and shoot the shit till the bars close."

"I'm surprised that you aren't giving me to him as a sign of how much you appreciate his business."

She said it as sarcasm and I laughed. "Don't think that I didn't think about it sweetie, but John is a happily married man who is as straight an arrow as you are ever likely to find. I have other customers though, and you just might get to know some of them really well. See you tomorrow night" and I kissed her on the cheek and headed off to work

BJ arrived at eleven on Thursday night and showed no surprise at all when she found that Charlie was with me. She looked from me to Charley and then back at me and then without a word she headed for the bedroom. When Charley and I got there she was undressed and lying on the bed.

"She doesn't seem all that enthused to see me," Charley said.

"Doesn't matter, she will be begging you not to leave before the night is over."

And that is just what happened. Charley and I doubled teamed BJ for two hours; the high point of which was when I took her pussy while Charley reamed her ass. When that happened she screamed and shook and came and came and came and begged us to never stop. But of course, being mere mortals, we did eventually run out of gas and have to stop.

As I walked Charley to the door he said, "What are you going to do when she finds out that you don't have a videotape of her doing us that night?"

"Don't know. I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it."

I walked back into the bedroom and into a right hand that set my ears to ringing. BJ drew back to slap me again and I caught her hand. She spit in my face and screamed at me, "You bastard! You made me do all that shit and you don't have a tape."

"I do have a tape."

"Don't lie to me you cock sucking asshole. I heard you talking to Charley."

"So what? Do you really think that I want Charley or any of the others to know that I have a tape and that they are on it? They are all married and knowing that a tape like that was around would make them all very nervous."

"You fucking liar! You don't have shit! Let go of me, I'm leaving."

"Your choice BJ. It has always been your choice. While you are dressing to leave I'm going to go and watch some television."

I put one of the tapes in the VCR and turned on the TV. I cranked the volume way up. BJ's voice echoed through the house as she screamed out, "That's it, that's it baby, fuck me, fuck me hard." I looked over at the bedroom doorway and saw BJ come out of it. She had her slacks on and was fastening her bra as she looked at the TV screen and watched as Charley fucked her from behind while her head was in Mel's lap. I had an already wrapped package sitting next to me and I picked it up and then walked over to the TV and turned it off.

"You go ahead and run off home BJ. Let's see here, do I have the right address? Sgt. Michael Gibbons 55th Transportation Company APO 973 New York, New York

BJ grabbed the tape from me and headed for the door and I called after her, "That's okay BJ, you can have that one, but what about the one in the VCR and the other copies I have. You know, the ones that I'm going to mail to your mother, your sister and God only knows who else."

BJ turned and threw the package at my head. I moved my head and the box sailed past me and crashed into the wall. BJ screamed, "You bastard, you bastard, you bastard" and she ran at me and I grabbed her and threw her on the couch. She lay there, breathing hard and with tears running down her cheeks as she watched me take off my pants.

"I'll forgive you for slapping me and spitting on me Blow Job Baby, but only after you crawl over here and live up to the name I've given you."

The look she gave me was murderous, but she got off the couch and began crawling to me.

To be continued.

Saving the Family

Saving the Family
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

Her husband had left for work and the kids had been hustled off to school and Cheri was just finishing the breakfast dishes when the doorbell rang. She had no idea of who could be calling this early in the morning and since she was only in her bathrobe she made a quick check to make sure that nothing was showing and then she went to answer the door. She looked through the peephole in the door and saw a large black man. The man backed up a step and rang the doorbell again. She was surprised to see that the man was John Wheaton. John was her husbands boss and she couldn't ever remember John coming to her home, let alone at ten in the morning. She opened the door.

"Good morning Cheri. May I come in?"

Nervously she said, "Sam's not here, he's already left for work."

"I'm not here to see Sam Cheri, it's you I need to talk to."

Cheri clutched her robe tighter around her, "Me? What could you possibly want to talk to me about?"

"It's about Sam Cheri, we need to talk about Sam, and I'd just as soon not do it out here on your front porch.

Cheri hesitated a moment and then she stepped aside to let the short, fat, balding black man into her house.

Cheri led him into the living room and as soon as he was seated on the couch she said, "I'll just run upstairs and put something on. Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?"

"No, and there is no need for you to go and change. This won't take long, I'll just say what I have to say and if things don't go the way I hope they will I'll be leaving."

Cheri sat down in the easy chair across from the fat black man and waited.

"What kind of woman are you Cheri? Are you a loving wife, a devoted mother, a woman willing to do whatever is necessary to protect her family?"

"What is this all about John?"

"It was a simple enough question Cheri. Are you the kind of woman who will do whatever has to be done to protect her family, or are you one of those women who think only of themselves?"

Cheri stared at him for a moment and then she stood up, "I think you had better leave Mr. Wheaton."

"I think you had better sit down and hear me out Cheri. If I leave now your whole world will go to hell before dark tonight." Something in his tone of voice caused Cheri to look at him and then sit back down. "That's better. I suppose the best way to do this is just lay it out for you. Sam has been stealing from the company."

Cheri stood up, anger on her face, "That's a lie, get out of my house. Get out of here now."

"If I get up and leave now Cheri you can kiss your nice comfortable life goodbye. I have all the proof I need to prove that Sam has stolen from the company and if I get up now and leave the first thing I will do when I get back to my office is call the police. Do you want to have to sell your house to come up with Sam's bail? To get the money to pay the lawyers? With Sam in jail and no paycheck coming in will you be able to feed and clothe your children? You had better sit back down and listen to me Cheri.

"I don't believe you."

"Of course you don't. Sam is your husband and as far as you are concerned he can do no wrong, but he did, and I have all the proof I need to prove it and get him tossed into prison for the next ten years."

"If that's true, why are you here telling me instead of being in your office calling the police?"

"Because I see this as an opportunity."

"An opportunity? I don't understand."

"It is really very simple Cheri. I have wanted you since Sam introduced us at the company picnic and I see this as my one chance at getting you."

Cheri's face lost most of its color as what the fat, balding nigger was saying registered on her. Before she could speak he went on, "We are back to my question about what kind of woman are you. One willing to do what is necessary to protect her family, or not. Here is the deal. It is a one time only offer and it will keep your family together. Sam will be laid off because of the economic downturn and he will be given a glowing letter of recommendation. I will sweep everything under the rug and no charges will be filed. Sam doesn't know he has been discovered and he will think he got away with it. To make things go that way all I want is a few hours of your time. It is up to you Cheri. Sam goes to jail, your comfortable life disappears and your children grow up with the knowledge that their father is a convicted felon and that he is in prison. Or not. It is your choice."

Cheri just sat there stunned, not only by what John said that Sam had done, but also by what she was being asked to do. It was preposterous to think that Sam had stolen from the company, but John said he had the proof. Good God, what if it were true? What would happen to her and the children?

"I need an answer Cheri and I need it now. I need to get back to the office so I can do what I need to do to keep what Sam did a secret. If it goes to the end of the day without being buried it will show up on the end of business printouts and once that happens there is nothing I can do."

Cheri just sat there staring at him and finally John said, "Okay, I guess you have made your choice and he got up and headed for the door. He was almost to it when he heard, "Wait!" He turned and looked at Cheri and she said, "What do I have to do?"

It wasn't as if it was something that she had never done before. She'd had several lovers before meeting Sam and she had strayed several times since they had gotten married, but before it had always been her choice. This was different. This time she was being coerced into fucking a fat, bald nigger who smelled of stale cigar smoke. Still, a cock was a cock and she was due for some strange, but it would have been nice if it could have been someone a little more appealing. The idea of the camera bothered her. John had explained that it was for his protection.

"I do not want to look up and see the police coming into my office to arrest me for rape. This tape will prove that you are willingly doing this. It is my insurance policy against you getting suddenly remorseful."

He had taped her putting on her high heels and nylons and then he had her move to the bed. "Play with your pussy Cheri. Look into the camera and finger fuck yourself."

She had done as he instructed and was not surprised after several minutes of working on her clit to feel her body start to tingle. She saw him standing by the camera taking out his cock and she was disappointed. She'd always heard that niggers had big cocks, but his was only half the size of Sam's. He dropped his pants to the floor and she had said the words that he'd given her to say.

"Come over here baby. I need more that fingers in my pussy John, I need your hard cock. Come on baby, get over here and fuck me."

She had watched him walk toward her, short stubby cock leading the way. Too bad. Since she had to do it anyway it would have been nice if John could have had something exceptional. Oh well, something is better than nothing and she opened her mouth as John walked up to the side of the bed and offered her his dick.

Cheri hated to admit it, but she had enjoyed the two hours she'd spent on her marriage bed with John. There was something to be said about short, stubby cocks when it came to ass fucking. She still couldn't believe that she had buried her head in a pillow and squealed like a pig when John had stuffed her ass. She had been thoroughly satisfied when he finally left her, but the most important thing was that her family was safe.

She was napping contentedly when the phone woke her up. "Honey? I've got great news. See if you can find a sitter for tonight because I want to go out and celebrate."

"Celebrate what Sam? What's this all about?"

"Remember when we talked about my going into business for myself? Well, I took the plunge. John started to give me a ration of shit this morning when I got to work this morning and I'd finally had enough. I told him to fuck off and then I quit. I left and called my three biggest customers and they are leaving John and going with me. I've spent most of the day renting office space, arranging for phones and setting things up. Tonight I want to celebrate so find a sitter, okay?"

"Yeah, sure Sam, I'll see what I can do."

Cheri hung up the phone and stood there staring at the wall when suddenly the phone rang again. "Hello?"

"Hi there honey cunt, miss me?"

"You bastard! You lied to me."

"Well technically I didn't. Sam did steal three of my accounts."

"But you led me to believe it was money he took and you were going to call the police."

"What can I say sweet pussy, I lied. I lied to you, I tricked you and then I fucked you. Sam might have taken three of my accounts, but I took his wife so I guess it evens out. Besides, with your help I should be able to replace those accounts in no time."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you are now my company whore. You will fuck who I tell you to, when I tell you to and where I tell you to. I have a lot of prospective customers who would love to fuck a hot piece of ass like you and I'm sure that they will be very grateful to me for setting them up with you. Then there are all my friends. Do you have any idea how much black men love to fuck white pussy? I'll see to it that you have so much black cock you might never want to look at a white one again. And then of course there is me. You will have to take very good care of me."

"You must be mad! You're crazy if you think that I will do any of that."

"Not crazy my little fuck bunny, just the guy who has a tape that I'm pretty sure that you don't want anyone to see."

Cheri stood there, phone to her ear and staring at the wall as the import of what John had just said hit her.

"Cheri? Cheri? Come on honey cunt, talk to me."

Errant Sasha gets a spanking from her lover.

Errant Sasha gets a spanking from her lover.
By: priapus (greek_god32@yahoo.com)

I parked my car in the driveway, then tossing my jacket over a shoulder I ambled to the mailbox, pulled out the day's mail and ambled back over the steps to slip the key into the lock of my front door. Once inside the house I flipped on the coffee maker, then settled into one a dining chair to look at the mail I'd just brought in.

After sorting out the junk mail, I picked up the bills and opened them one at a time. The Visa card bill was the last one I opened but I had to look twice to check if the amount due was really 900 dollars that month! Usually it ended up around 500 a month so as I checked the details, I caught the unexpected transaction.

"Victorias Secret $380.00"

I knew it wasn't my wife who was responsible for that. She and I had had little to no sex in the past year and even before that our relationship had cooled steadily over a long period. She wasn't my favourite woman in the world, but I had to grant that she wasn't seeing anyone behind my back. She was far too busy being Vice President of a prominent silicon valley startup and was more the ambitious and industrious kind than anything else. I definitely could not see her wearing a babydoll as she pored over last quarter's balance sheet or pleaded with the venture capitalist for more funds. A quick smile escaped me as I imagined that picture.

Of course, it had to be Sasha. The beautiful, sexy, impetuous Sasha.

Sasha was my lover. My neighbour since we had moved to that part of town, Sasha, like me, was married, but unhappily so. It hadn't taken long for the two of us to find comfort in each others's arms and beds. With her husband being in the consulting business and travelling frequently and my wife pursuing her career and ambitions far more earnestly than me, I suppose it had to happen sooner rather than later.

Sasha had done me a world of good. She'd brought back a spring to my step and a smile to my face but right at that time, I was hopping mad at her. How the hell was I going to pay this credit card bill right away? I was too proud a man to ask my wife for money and in any case, the wife should never know about this particular card I carried. This one was just for Sasha and me.

I picked up the phone and hit the speed dial number to reach her.

"Hello" her crisp voice sounded at the other end.

"Hello what? To 380 dollars?" I bellowed.

"Calm down sweetie. What in the world is wrong now?"

"What is wrong is that I have to find a way to cough up this bill" I continued, my voice clearly expressing exasperation.

"You're going to love seeing me in what I got for us..." she cooed into the phone.

"Have I not told you to check with me first before you spend large amounts on the card?" I ignored her attempt to distract me.

"Yes."

"Ok, then explain this?"

After a moment's silence, "I guess I cant."

"What do you mean, you cant?

"Baby... look... what fun is it if I ask you first when what I really want is to surprise my man?"

I knew she had a point, but my ego was hurt and I was having nothing of any rationalization.

"You don't understand, do you? I don't make a lot of dough."

"You make enough, Dave." She wasn't entirely wrong. At forty three, I was quite well off but just had this irrational urge to retain tight control over money.

"You are starting to piss me off Sasha. I really dislike it when you do not listen to me. We have had this conversation before, have we not? I have told you so many times to be careful with your spending."

"I have been careful..."

"Oh yeah? Last month you bought that watch. Then back in July you booked us on that wine train ride at Napa. And I am not even going to mention the weekend bed and breakfast at Carmel before that. That thing alone set me back a grand."

"Dave... honey, listen to me now..."

"You listen to me. You've gone too far this time. I've given you too much freedom."

"And what are you going to do about it now Dave..." Sasha's voice took on a curious edge.

"I am going to punish you Sasha. Right now."

"Oh no...." that was the last thing I heard her say as I put the phone down.

Five minutes later, I was ringing her door bell. I knew her husband was out of town, yet again. She had already texted me earlier that day. My wife was meeting with potential customers and had told me she would only be back by midnight.

When Sasha opened the door, my jaw dropped open. She looked stunning.

She was in a red lace teddy that at once looked elegant but also left nothing much to my imagination either. Not that I had not seen Sasha nude before, I'd done it several times, but this was the first time the woman had appeared before me in such outrageously and overtly sexy attire. The hemline barely covered her sumptuous behind while the neckline plunged deep down to reveal her cleavage gloriously. Matching garter belts stretched past her thick thighs and at her feet were several inches of heels that made her stand at my height now.

Now, Sasha was a voluptuous, meaty thirty five year old woman. The physical attraction I always felt for her was powerful and she knew it. I had always enjoyed my women like that. With meat on their bones, with more cushin for the pushin as some would put it. Sasha certainly gave me a lot to push into. Amply proportioned both above and below her waist, hers was a positively dick raising body and when packed into a deliciously bold teddy, it was well nigh impossible not to get wood.

After a couple of seconds of staring at her, I stepped into the doorway and shut the door behind me, quickly recalling the purpose of my visit.

"Don't touch me" I said quickly as she reached out to give me a welcome hug.

She seemed a little surprised and hurt. I did not care much.

"Turn around"

As she turned around, I watched her awesome, broad ass in front of me and brought my hands to each buttock. I squeezed hard enough to have her yelp in surprise.

"What is the matter Dave..." she wailed softly.

"You need a spanking Sasha. You've not been a good girl. Now go and kneel on the floor."

In her living room was a fireplace in front of which we had made love several times. It had a lovely silk rug which was our favourite place to fornicate. I pushed Sasha down on the rug on to her knees.

"I've given you so much pleasure ... today I am going to give you some pain as well..."

"Please Dave..."

Even before Sasha completed saying what she was pleading for, I'd raised my hand and brought it down resoundingly on an exposed ass cheek. She trembled.

Her thong did little to shield her lovely pink ass from my assault. The teddy rode high at her waist and soon, I was slapping the soft flesh of her behind repeatedly. Sasha whimpered and her ass became red with all the attention it was getting.

Not satisfied, I yanked her thong free from her hips, spread her thighs further apart and started to spank Sasha with both hands now, as I knelt behind her.

"You feel the pain now? Will you do it again?"

"Yes... Oh Dave, please stop... you are hurting me..."

I only reached under her and squeezed her dangling double D's hard before going back to her ass. I kneaded the flesh and spread the cheeks apart, then pressed them closer together before going back to slapping them, now harder than earlier.

Sasha wailed in pain and delight and turned around to look at me. Her eyes had welled up with tears but her face was strangely glowing.

"Please stop Dave... I cant take any more ..."

Not breaking my eye contact with her, I simply unbuckled my pants and let my hard cock spring out from its confines.

"Suck it"

Sasha turned around while still on her knees and seemed extremely grateful to take in my thickness into her mouth.

She slurped on it like a schoolgirl with a popsicle on a hot afternoon. Licking and nibbling away eagerly, Sasha allowed my passion to grow in size and strength.

I closed my eyes and slowly leaned back to rest on my arms, my anger now supplanted by lust and longing for my woman. So what the hell - the teddy did make her look smoking hot. After all, the woman had taken all the effort to seduce and please me, not her husband. I felt more than a bit foolish and regretful at that instant.

I pushed her away from my cock.

"Take your clothes off Sasha and get on that couch"

Obedient as ever, Sasha complied. I made her sit on the couch and I knelt down at her feet. I began to kiss her feet first and move up, making my way to her knees.

I wrapped my arms around her large hips and held her close as I continued my kisses up her thighs. I was slow and deliberate with my soft wet kisses and I enjoyed the fluffiness of her flesh against my mouth with each kiss.

When I reached her crotch, she instinctively parted her thighs and I proceeded to lick the insides. I looked up to see her eyes closed tightly shut and her head thrown backwards before I descended on her sex, licking my way along the slit from top to bottom and back again. I felt Sasha tremble in my arms and intensified my oral attentions. Right at the crown of her crotch her clit peeked at me, beckoning to me and to it I went, pushing forth with eager tongue. I was happily slurping at it and tracing playful circles all around it when I felt her fingers curl into my hair, drawing me closer still.

"Oh Dave ..." Sasha's pelvis suddenly came alive and bounced off the couch as she let go of her climax.

I quickly slipped my both palms under her, now cradling the same ass I had ravished a little while earlier.

I drew her closer and slipped my tongue into the salty wetness of her cunt. Then I returned to her clit and sucked it into my mouth.

"Fuck me baby..." she whispered.

"Cant wait to my love"

I rose to my knees and yanked her to the edge of the couch. I slipped easily into her welcoming wetness, and she wrapped her thighs around my waist. It was something we both liked. The intensely intimate genital contact...

I held her in my arms and kissed her nipples. Sasha had the most magnificent pair of tits I'd ever seen on a woman and her nipples were especially sensitive. I sucked each knob of flesh alternately and rhythmically, careful not to leave either one neglected for long. For nearly an eternity we seemed to stay locked like that in each others' arms and thighs, our genitals straining.

I then broke from her clutches to rise and kiss her full lips. Our tongues danced a sensual dance before I had silently pushed her on to the couch and coaxed her to turn around and offer her ass to my view again.

"I love you" I whispered into her ear as I mounted her from behind and guided my thick tool between her thighs.

I held on to my lovely Sasha's waist and pushed and pulled my considerabe length into and out of her. I knew she loved doggy style. It always made her cum and cum big. That night if anything, it was only bigger. In minutes, Sasha wailed loudly and clasped the arm rest of the couch, her knuckles turning visibly white from her climax. I began to thrust harder and faster, ending each thrust with an audible thud. Sasha pushed back and wiggled her hips naughtily at me as if challenging me. I grabbed her long beautiful hair and yanked it firmly to stop her teasing. I rode her hard until she sobbed in yet another climax.

"My turn now babe..."

I turned her over and having her lie on her back, got between her thighs again. Holding Sasha I penetrated her yet again and began to fuck her hard right away. Sasha looked angelic on the couch. Her hair was a halo around her utterly lovely face. Her plump breasts vibrated and jostled around when not surrounded by my loving hands. Her skin shone even in the fading light of that autumn evening. A few moments before I lost my battle with my balls, I realized what a treasure I had for a lover. She was not only beautiful and sexy but also cared for me so much she didn't mind pissing me off for the two of us to have a great time together. I released inside her and then bent down to kiss her lips again, deeply and passionately, whilst still remaining buried in her.

Party Sunflower

Party Sunflower [part 1 of 2]
By: Loveander (Loveander@rocketmail.com)

It all started when my husband started a new job working as an associate at an advertising firm. We had to relocate from our small hometown in the Midwest. We had only been married for two years and we were happy and had a good sex life. Although, up until last weekend, I thought I was happy and had a good sex life. The new job had my husband attending lavish parties at various employees' homes or restaurants. Of course being his wife, I had to adjust to accompanying him to these functions. Now let me explain, I have never been a party type of person nor a drinker. My 108 pound and 5'11 stature, assists in having me get pretty drunk fast if I have more than two drinks. However, at these parties with my husband, I found myself developing a liking to having a drink and maybe two. John, my husband would usually tie one on at these parties and be a little too drunk to drive. We would usually call a taxi for a ride home. John would usually mingle around the party spending time with various employees or company contacts or possible future clientele. I was never the social type and really felt insecure around strangers, but it beats staying at home watching the tube. I came from a family that lived out in the Midwest farming community. I never really had experience with meeting new people and was always reluctant in sharing my personal viewpoints with strangers or carrying a long conversation. However, I made my up my mind that I needed to endure this new life of mine to appease my husband and his new career.

I had lived a protected life out on the farmhouse. I had two big brothers who insured that I lived up too the sweet girl reputation. At the age of eighteen, my brothers left me unprotected from the neighbors son when they went off to college. His name was Joe and he wanted into my pants badly. At the age of eighteen, I was very inexperienced to sexual encounters. I never really wanted to go very far with Joe, who was two years older then me. However, I give him the credit for teaching me how to kiss. He also worked on his skill in seduction by practicing groping my ass and breasts. I would have to say that it was a challenge to stop from giving Joe all of my womanhood. He would always get me wet between the legs and he never let up on sliding his hands in any accessible opening in my clothing to get in my pants. It paid off because he was successful in in getting his fingers deep into my love tunnel. After some finger manipulation I would cum all over his fingers. He of course wanted a favor in return for giving me an orgasm. He begged me to touch him like he touched me. He instructed me on how to caress his cock through his pants. When I was reluctant, he would grab my wrist and direct my hand to his swollen member in his trousers. I finally gave in and let him guide my hand to his hard member. I found myself getting all wet again and . I was surprised one day when I was letting him kiss me and grope me, he moved my hand down holding me at my wrist, I found a naked cock. He managed to secretly release his cock while he had me preoccupied with kisses and groping. I was amazed on how big it was. It was close to seven inches long. I was too so scared at first, but then relaxed and began to play with it. He quickly showed me how he wanted me to stroke him. After a few minutes he quickly shot a stream of sperm across the barn and some dribbled all over the back of my hand. I would have to say this was the first time I felt an urge come over me, I wanted cock. Of course the next step was to have me put his cock in my mouth. Joe would push my head down to his naked cock and I would get the urge to engulf it, I would lower my head and open my mouth, I was almost going to lick it, but would pull away because I always feared getting caught in the barn giving Joe a head job. I did not take it any further than that. I usually got so nervous of getting caught that I would panic and demand that we stop and get cleaned up. Soon after, I went off to college and met my husband John. After a dating a few months, we soon got married and started our lives together. My husband enjoyed teaching me how to behave in the bedroom. I found that my husband's cock was a little smaller than Joe's, but it served its purpose. I always followed Johns instructions in the bedroom, I was eager to please my husband and I found out later that I enjoyed being pursued. It reminded me of sneaking away into the barn with Joe. I noticed that it did turn me to listen to my husband give me instructions on how he wanted me to move, touch, suck, or lay. I enjoyed giving myself to him in anyway he wanted, it was my duty as his wife. Plus, I enjoyed sex.

Which leads me back to where I left off. I'm not used to being hit on by other men. I usually turned a blind eye to men looking at me or attempting to strike a conversation with me. I guess you could say I'm shy and faithful to John. I believed flirting with men was wrong. I did get used to the idea of drunk men approaching me and making small talk. I never really thought it wrong, they were just drunk. Men usually back off after determining that I was a faithful housewife. This all changed last weekend.

I was seated on a couch with another women as they were talking about the new shoe selection at Macy's. I noticed a man seated in the couch across from me. He was just looking around the room but would always stop and look right at me when I would look in his direction. He smiled and then got up and walked up to me. He asked me if I needed a refill on my drink. I of course said oh, sure thank you. He came back with a drink in his hand and handed it to me. He made a point to hold my wrist gently as I took hold of the drink. He let his hand stay on my wrist for a few seconds before letting go. This reminded me when Joe, my barnyard lover would hold my wrist as he guided my hand up and down his cock. It quickly gave me a tingle deep between my legs. I didn't know what I experienced but it was a welcoming feeling. After a few moments, a women seated beside me decided it was time to leave and she said her goodbyes to everyone.

The man who brought me the drink earlier asked to sit next to me, I said sure. He introduced himself as Mike and started small talk. He informed me that he was just invited to come to the party by a friend who was mingling around the party. He said he was just tagging along and had no real interest in the business portion of attending this type of function. He asked me what brought me out this evening? When I explained to him that I was with my husband and pointed to him across two rooms. He then said, I would never leave such a beautiful wife seated alone with drink filled men. I then said well, I'm used to it, my husband will be ready to leave soon. He getting pretty drunk. We talked for thirty minutes and I felt comfortable with Mike. I shard with Mike that I came from a small town, met my husband and married, moved to the city etc. Mike excused himself to go to the restroom.

I noticed my husband talking with a couple of men and walked over to him and asked him how were things going. He pulled me aside and explained that he met a possible new client and was partying with him to possible get a contract. I said ok, honey, and I walked back over to where I was seated before. Mike arrived with a new drink for me. Now I had already drank my normal two drinks, and this was going to be my third. I at first told Mike no thank you, but he placed it down on the table beside me. Eventually after more discussion with Mike, I began to slowly sip it while in conversation. I was feeling very tipsy. Mike then became brave in his conversation. He started to ask me if it is true what they say about women who come from small towns. I asked what do they say? He then leaned in, and whispered in my ear, they are the best lovers. I was a little shocked at Mikes comment, but a little intrigued with his flirtations. I responded back, I have no knowledge of any type of saying. Mike then leaned in again and said, I will start one after tonight. I know that I turned a shade of red, I smiled in embarrassment. I wanted to say something witty and not seem so prudish. I said, Mike, my husband is over there, that doesn't seem likely. He then stood back, looked into my eyes and said, if I take care of your husband, it sounds like you would be open to showing me that the rumor is true. Before I could say anything, He said, I'll be right back!

I observed Mike go over to where my husband was mingling and drinking with two men. He whispered into one of the men's ear, then nodded in my direction. The other man looked at my direction then nodded and continued with his conversation with the other man and my husband. Mike then walked back and said, hey, lets get some air and walk out onto the back patio. I was a little nervous, he grabbed me by my wrist and led me to the back patio. Again I had flash backs of my wrists being guided up and down a cock. After we got to the patio, Mike told me that the man my husband was talking too, was his friend that he came with to the party. I asked him, what did you whisper to him? He looked at me and said, well, I told him to get the guy he's talking too really drunk and feeling good. Keep him busy because I was going to fondle his wife in the back patio. I quickly gasped and said, oh Mike, I think you have the wrong idea. I would never let someone do something like that, I'm married. Mike then said, tell you what, you're a sexy woman and I your long blond hair is driving me crazy. I'm giving you an opportunity to experience something new with me and your husband will never now anything about it. Besides, I know that you want too, or else you wouldn't have walked out here with me. I know small town women are deprived of exciting thrilling foreplay. Just think, I will get you turned on and you can go home and finger yourself to a hot orgasm thinking about this moment. We wont do anything you don't want to do, I will get you hot, wet and slippery between the legs. You Linda, you will get me hard and dripping precum so I can have a good slippery shaft when I jerk off tonight. What do you have to lose? I know your getting wet right now just listening to me talk about me jerking my cock tonight thinking out you. He then said, now if your turned on, like I think you are, you will be here when I get back with refreshed drinks. Then we can get down to having our moment together. As Mike was about to leave, he leaned in to my ear and said, He will never know, and walked back into the house through the glass patio door.

I looked in the direction of the house and found that I was not able to see my husband. There were too man people mingling around. There was no one out in the patio area since people were more interested in going to the front lawn where there was music, lights, and tables with comfortable seating. I stood there in the patio looking around at all the plants and trees and covered patio equipment. I started to gain my senses and was about to go back inside the house when Mike returned with two drinks in his hands. He walked up to me, smiled and said here, hold these. I instantly grabbed one drink in each hand not wanting to spill them. Mike then walked behind me and then surprised me by bringing both his arms around my body, around my mid section, hugging me gently but firmly. He then gently moved one of his hands searching for the bottom hem of my blouse. He inserted his hand so that he was now caressing my bare stomach. His other hand then quickly followed. I was standing there with both my arms lifted up holding the drinks as I was in shock not knowing what I was feeling. I was scared, but also very aroused at being touched in such a manner. Mike then slowly started to move his right arm in an upward motion so that his fore arm lifted both my breasts up holding there weight, then letting them fall down again. I'm a 36 c and its clear that Mike was happy with their weight because he let out a sigh in my right ear. I felt something hard pressing against my ass. I knew what it was and the thought that I made him hard got my juices flowing between my legs. I knew that this was wrong but I knew I didn't not want this feeling to stop. Mike moved one of his hands up to the front clasp on my bra, he flicked it and my breasts bounced free into the palms of his hands. I let out a sign of sexual excitement. I pressed my ass back against Mikes hard bulge and he leaned in and whispered in my ear. I love your sexy body, I want you to enjoy yourself. Do you want me to stop? I bit down on my lip and shook my head no. I realized I needed to put the drinks down.

I side stepped my body over a few steps so that I was standing behind a large pile of covered patio furniture. Mike followed with me, not missing a beat in caressing my breasts and lightly pulling on my nipples. I insured that I stood behind the furniture as it was blocking us from the door that led into the house. If someone came out, they would only be able to see me from my chest down. I put the drinks down on the patio furniture and at that moment, I had to brace myself because Mike had pushed his hard bulge into me. He then removed one of his hands, grabbed my wrist and guided it to his bulge in his pants. As I felt his bulge, I realized that it was long as it strained against his trousers down the side of his leg. I had never felt something so long. Mike noticed that I was measuring its length with my hand as it moved up and down its length, he whispered in my ear, It's eight inches long Linda! My breathing started to become faster and I made not attempt to hide that I was turned on. Mike then moved his hand back to my stomach and then slowly moved his hands down under the elastic band of my thong underwear. I felt his fingers move so slowly and drove me crazy because I wanted his finger in my hot hole instantly. When his fingers finally found my hot moist slit, my legs weakened. He entered a finger and I found myself open my legs slightly to give him access. He started to finger my hot hole.

I keep an eye out on the door hoping no one would come and disturb us as I felt I could cum at any moment. Then Mike whispered in my ear, pull your skirt up in the back. I moved quickly and followed his instructions. As my hot hole was being expertly manipulated, I reached to my sides and hiked up my skirt so only the back of my skirt was exposed. As I did this, Mike moved back to give me room. When Mike pushed forward, I was surprised to feel a cock pushing through my thighs. Mike had set his cock free from his pants and was now pushing it forward. Mikes sensed me tense up and he said, relax, I'm not going to fuck you. My cock just wants to feel your hot juices. In my frenzied conditioned, I convinced myself that if I didn't let Mike penetrated me, I was still a faithful wife. I don't know why, but I opened my legs letting him slid his cock through my thighs. I was so hot and wet, I don't know if I could have stopped the situation if I wanted. Mike whispered, do you want to feel my cock caress your hot ass and pussy. I nodded quickly. He said, no..tell me you want to feel my cock on your pussy. I said, YES! I want to feel your cock. He said "where do you want to feel it?" I said, "I want to feel it on my pussy." He then pushed it forward and I was again surprised that he was so long that the head of his cock pushed out to the front of my skirt. It pushed the skirt forward making me look like I had hard on. Mike started to pump his cock forward and back and I felt myself open my legs and close my thighs, clasping his shaft between my legs. Mike said, do you like this cock. I quickly said yes, please don't stop. He then stopped, pulled his cock free and said, then do what I tell you. I was waiting for him to speak as I was panting. He said, remove your thong and put them in my pocket. I looked in the direction of the house and I noticed that I was able to see my husband sitting on the couch talking with Mikes friend. He looked very drunk. Mike said, look your husband is enjoying himself, and his wife is outside letting another man jerk off his cock on his wife's ass. Don't worry Linda, I just want to jerk off on your hot ass, so take off your thong.

I realized at this moment that If I moved quickly, maybe I could get Mike to cum on my ass and I could possibly cum myself before someone interrupted us. I was very horny and would do anything at this moment. I quickly pulled my thong down and off my feet. I reached back and placed them in Mikes coat pocket. I then took my stance against the patio furniture and bent over slightly and raised my skirt above my hips. I wanted to please Mike and I wanted him to finish on my ass. I began to finger my own hot hole. Mike said, good girl then began to caress my ass. I felt his shaft on the crack of my ass moving forward and back. He separated my ass cheeks so that my ass was gripping his shaft as he continued his movement. I was dripping wet feeling like I was on the verge of cumming. Then I felt Mike move his cock so that it was now moving in a downward motion between my ass cheeks. I didn't care, I just loved his cock touching me. He then pushed it forward like before, between my thighs and through the front where my fingers were rapidly fingering my hole and manipulating my clit. He said, Linda, I want you to jerk my cock off with your pussy lips. I knew what he wanted and I closed my legs so that his shaft was trapped between my legs. His cock was pushing forward and back and I could feel the head of his cock with my hand every time he pushed forward. My pussy lips were hugging the shaft of his cock and my clit was now being stimulated by the friction of his shaft. Mike said, "cum on my cock Linda, cum on my cock while you stare at your drunk husband." Mikes cock was so hot and it glided so well, pushing through, parting my pussy lips with ever stroke. The lips of my pussy fell on each side of the shaft of his cock. The lips of my hot pussy jerked his cock with every stroke as my clit was being hit right on target. My pussy was happy to finally feel Mikes cock without my panties as a barrier. Mike said, Do you love my cock Linda? I responded with a definite yes!. Please, fuck my clit with your hot long cock! Please don't stop! I love riding your big long cock! At that moment I had an intense orgasm. Mike pumped a few more times and pulled out from between my legs and shot his load on my lower back and ass. As I finished having the best orgasm I ever had, Mike was rubbing his cum into my skin on my back and ass. He said, I told you Linda, I wasn't going to fuck you. I keep my promises.

Mike pointed in the direction where my husband was seated on the couch. His back was facing us. Mike waved to his friend who was sitting with him. It was then that I realized that Mikes friend was watching us the whole time through the patio glass door. My husband had fallen asleep in a seated position. Mikes then lowered the hem of my skirt and said, it looks like your going to need a ride home. We can give you and your husband a ride home if you like? If you decide on the ride home that you might want to actually have my cock slide in your hot hole, I wouldn't be against it. I leave it up to you. But your going to have to show me how sluttish a hometown girl can be before that happens. I have a feeling your up to it. Mike grabbed me by my wrist, "Come on Linda lets go!"

Edwin's Ecstasy 1

Edwin's Ecstasy 1 [part 1 of 17]
By: Will Buster

EDWIN'S ECSTASY 1 BY WILL BUSTER

"Well lad you're to be squire to Lord Chatterton now. It's time you learned knightly skills." Edwin stared at his father, a tough no nonsense Norman baron if there ever was one. But then baron Cranwell had to be, with their castle so close to Welch land and several other acquisitive barons always hungering for more land and the tenants there on.

Robert Bellamy, otherwise known as Lord Cranwell, was tall and very imposing. His craggy visage was accented by a gray streaked dark brown beard with balding head hair to match. He was old for the times being 39 winters old. However Lord Cranwell still could carve his way through a tournament or battle with the best of them. His voice grumbled like some brewing storm and Edwin learned from several encounters with Robert's course hand and leather strap that obedience was expected in the Cranwell household.

Edwin glanced into his father's ice blue eyes and saw a hint of good humor and pride flicker there for a brief moment.

The grumbling voice went on, "You'll learn a lot from Thomas Chatterton by Christ! Besides, he's one of the few barons within a two day ride of here that I can trust and that says a lot in these God forsaken times." Edwin looked a bit uneasy. "How long must I serve there?" "Probably three to four years but it's only twenty five miles away as the crow flies so I'm sure you can get back here for holidays and special events. I might even drop by myself from time to time to make sure they're making a proper gentleman of you." Edwin smiled a little, "Methinks you've done a good job of that already."

Robert mussed his son's shimmering blond hair with a gruff hand. "Maybe so, but Chatterton will teach you things a father can't or shouldn't. He's as tough as I am and won't brook any insolence or dishonesty but I don't need to tell you that. Just show him the same respect you show me and you'll do fine. You'll be leaving tomorrow so get your gear and Armour ready. You're not a knight yet but you'll need your chain mail in case there's action near the border."

"Are the Welch restless this year father?" "Who knows? There are always rumors. But 'tis best to take rumors serious until proved otherwise when it comes to the sly troglodytes from Wales. You know son, it would grieve myself and your mother's memory if I heard you were killed in fair battle. But it would be intolerable if I ever heard you were a coward. I don't expect miracles lad and they don't expect squires to lead cavalry charges but always quit yourself like a man and much can be forgiven you." Edwin looked a bit pensive for some long moments and replied at last. "Were you ever afraid in battle father?"

"Of course! Only a fool or maniac isn't! But you learn to control the fear. Remember the enemy is just as afraid of you as you are of him. Sometimes you may have to run or ride away from the enemy to set up a new line of defense or set up a new attack as I've told you before but that is a tactic and not cowardice."

"I know father, a coward is one who throws down his weapons, removes his helm and runs away from the field as if the hounds of Lucifer were after him." "Precisely!" "I best learn weapon trade well so fear is far from my mind when I fight the king's battles."

Robert looked into his son's innocent blue eyes and returned the smile. "Yes lad, learn your lessons well. Someday your life may depend on your sword and your shield. Become strong and confident in your prowess. Do not enter into to many tournaments. Many men become maimed and useless in them. But once in a tournament, quit yourself like a man and don't take a back place to anyone no matter what his rank. When it comes to the use of arms you'll be as good as any of them. I've made sure you know the difference betwixt a lance and a mace.

Edwin grinned, "Truth my lord and I have the bruises to prove it." They both laughed and the growling voice of Robert continued. "Better bruises than sword gashes I always say. You're still no match for a man at arms but you've learned a lot in the last two years. Now I want you to squire for Lord Thomas Chatterton and learn some more. Make me proud of you and for God's sake be a better man than me!"

Edwin noticed a strange look in Robert's face. He'd never quite seen that look before. It was regret but more than regret. There was something sad lurking in those ice blue eyes of his father. Edwin asked, "What is wrong sir?" "Someday you will know but today is not that day Edwin. Tomorrow you begin your career and hopefully if God is kind and the times just you will own this castle and the lands there to. You will become a baron of England and serve the king in his just causes. Now get you ready, you leave early in the morning."

His living quarters were dark and gloomy being the central room in the North tower. The walls were thick stone that held in the dampness and cold even in a hot summer. Glass was far too expensive and most windows were covered in wood shutters or with tanned animal skins so most interior light was supplied with wax or tallow candles. It was a smelly world with shit closets spaced in several rooms and hallways littered with bones that were regularly tossed to the hounds. Every noble had his pack of hunting dogs that were useful for the chase of forest game or hunting down some rebellious surf. Edwin kicked absently at the floor rushes and thought about what he would be taking. His well-oiled chain mail hung on wood pegs near the only door to his room. His helmet was of the simple variety and he liked it that way because it didn't impair his vision in any way. But Edwin's prize possession was the short sword. It was a magnificent weapon being made of the famous Toledo steel. The weapon alone was worth probably twenty surfs or more. His father had received it from Edwin's grandfather obtained during an early crusade to the Holy lands. Robert bestowed this exceptional sword to son Edwin when he'd turned 14. Robert told him at that important birthday, "You're a man now! So act like it! This is the family sword now so for Christ's sake don't loose it!"

With that Robert handed the glittering sword to Edwin and the new man had taken it reverently. Almost every day since then, he'd kept it oiled and sheathed, afraid to take it with him on a hunt for fear of loosing it. Now he would wear it proudly along with the other badges of his rank and privilege. His outer covering for his torso was a dark blue cloth with a white cross in the center. It proclaimed to all men that he, Edwin Bellamy was a Christian man of arms. He would not be given an emblazoned shield unless he became a knight. For now he would carry a plain shield for his protection. It only took him an hour to get everything ready for the journey.

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Twenty-five miles as the crow flies was more like thirty and a lot of it was woodland. In the year of our lord 1166 it wasn't the safest neighborhood either. You never knew when some surly, discontented surfs might get together to set on some unsuspecting traveler or a Welch raiding party might slip on over to pick up some ripe pickings. There were occasional outlaws as well although with two castles so relatively close together, such rogues didn't show up all that often in this particular shire. Nevertheless, Robert sent three of his best men with the young lordling just to be on the safe side.

Early that morning, the small party crossed the drawbridge and then Robert spoke in his usual gruff voice. "Edwin you are under Will's command until you get to Chatterton's castle. Is that understood?" "Yes sir, he knows the way and what dangers to be alert for. Will you not ride with us apace?" Robert smiled, "No lad, this is your adventure and I have much to do around here in any case. Now do me proud son and be off with ye!" With that he slapped the rump of Edwin's bay mare and the horse started trotting down the road quickly followed by the others. Robert watched until the party disappeared in the dusty cloud of the dry dirt road. Robert spoke softly, "God speed Edwin. May ye do better than me."

It was exciting to ride free so many miles from home in the pleasant English countryside. Each glen and gurgling stream was a new discovery for him. Every time they watered the horses the young man asked Will question after question and the older man patiently told Edwin everything he could. "Always keep the horses well watered Edwin. Heat is a horse's worst enemy. I've heard stories from Crusaders who lost many a good horse in the blazing deserts of Palestine. We have more water here so it's unforgivable for a noble or a common soldier to loose a horse to thirst. Take care of your horse AND he'll take care of you. That's my motto"

In spite of the occasional stops they made good progress going some six miles or more in an hour. The horses were well rested and chomped at the bit for the occasional gallop. So in open, level stretches they let the horses run fast to get the kinks out from the sedentary winter just passed. The small party had started shortly after dawn and they'd arrived about mid afternoon at the castle Chatterton. Edwin noticed immediately it was a much larger fortification than his father's castle. The moat was much wider, the walls higher and there were definitely more men pacing the ramparts. "You take over now master Edwin. Just cross the drawbridge and let the castellan know who you are and state your business. Tomorrow morning we will return to your father." "Thanks Will! The ride was most enjoyable."

He dismounted and led his horse across the drawbridge to the grinning guard. "I am Edwin Bellamy son of Lord Cranwell. I'm here to become squire to Lord Chatterton per their mutual agreement. Would you please inform him of my arrival?"

"So you are Cranwell's son eh? Well you're a pretty boy indeed. And who are these behind you if I might ask?" "My body guard sir. They leave on the morrow and request hospitality for the night under the safety of these walls."

"Well spoken lad, I'm Ralph Stutely and I'll be giving you a lot of your training. ?I'll shake your hand now but once inside you're probably feel my boot more than anything else. When it comes to training squires, I hate them all."

Edwin regretted shaking the iron grip that left his hand throbbing. "Fair enough Ralph. Father said this would be no picnic." Ralph gave him a mirthless grin. "Right, I'll let the lord know you are here. Your men are welcome for the night and we'll see to their quarters. You on the other hand, shall attend Lord Thomas right away."

"Lead on Sir Ralph." The castellan preceded him into the courtyard. It was almost like a small town with vendors selling bread, wine, weapons, toys, clothing, leather ware and many other things. It was a lot busier than his father's castle. In seconds, Edwin saw, heard and smelled the difference. Food odors made his mouth water and his stomach growl for he hadn't eaten anything since dawn.

Soon they left the busy courtyard and reached the keep. Three surly men guarded the entrance. Beside the portcullis a tall, wood pole supported a limply hanging blue banner. Ralph and the guards exchanged brief greetings as they walked right in. Ralph commented, "After dark, there is usually a watch word so that not just anyone can enter the hall. You can't be too careful these days. The watchword tonight is dog shit. You best remember that if you want to gain entry here at night. Every day I'll tell you the watch word like I do for the others." As he spoke they climbed a wide, ornately carved stone stairway that curved slightly to the left until they reached the second floor landing. Below them was the great hall complete with toiling servants, lounging hounds and long wood tables and benches. Ralph gave three sharp raps at the door. A commanding voice yelled, "Enter!"

Moments later Edwin was inside a large room. It was unique because it had lavish tapestries on the walls and a wool carpet on the floor. He'd never seen anything like that before so he knelt down curious to feel the unknown texture. A man probably about the same age as his father was sitting near a large oak desk that was piled high with tomes and scrolls. He laughed, "I see our young visitor has never seen a carpet before Ralph. He's got a lot to learn here that's certain!" Ralph yanked Edwin to his feet none to gently. "Yes my lord, this young cockerel here is Lord Cranwell's egg don't you know. He apparently is your new squire damn his eyes."

Edwin riveted his attention on the stern visage of Sir Thomas Chatterton, Lord Westbrook. He was tall with penetrating dark brown eyes. That level gaze took in everything at a glance. It was clear to Edwin that this was no man to trifle with. Chatterton's dignified demeanor was accented by the carefully trimmed beard that perfectly matched the thick, brown, slightly graying locks that reached to his powerful looking shoulders. Everything about the man announced power, command and intelligence.

Lord Thomas smirked at the new arrival, "What a pretty lad, I suspect you take after your mother eh?" A frown creased the young man's forehead but he said nothing. Thomas continued, "Leave us Ralph, I'll return him to your tender care soon enough but now we best get better acquainted." Ralph bowed slightly, "Yes my lord! Welcome to Lord Westbrook's service young Bellamy."

When they were alone Chatterton went on, "No offense lad. I meant my comment about your mother as a compliment. I see the same steel in your eyes that your father has and you hold your tongue well. Please sit down and share some wine with us." Edwin promptly sat in a chair a few feet away from his new benefactor. "How shall I address you sir?" Thomas poured out some wine in a flagon and handed it to Edwin. The younger man noted the utensil was of quality pewter and very finely etched.

Chatterton continued, "When you are in public you may address me either as Sir or Lord Westbrook depending on the circumstances. My lord is also acceptable. When we are alone like this you may call me Sir Thomas or sir and I will address you as Edwin, fair enough?"

"Yes sir, Tis an honor to serve you and I hope I will be worthy of your gracious patronage." Thomas laughed quietly this time. "I can see you've learned your father's lessons well. There are three major areas of conduct you will learn here. The first and most important is court etiquette. I know that will sound strange to you but how you conduct yourself at the king's court or any important gathering can do great things for your career. As you know the Norman and French courts are very formal and certain rules and obligations must be followed. IT is our tradition and yours as well."

Edwin asked with eager curiosity, "Have you actually met the king?" "Of course and so will you but all in good time. Henry is a man's man and a brave knight to boot. Tis a pleasure to serve such a courageous and intelligent man as he. But he won't have a minute for a budding youth such as yourself so you will have to earn his respect and notice."

Edwin smiled, "So my father has told me. Are you about the same age as my lord father?" Thomas smiled, "Actually I'm a few years older."

Edwin looked surprised, "You look younger sir than he. You carry your years well my lord." Thomas drank down some of his wine and leaned back in the chair. "Thanks for that Edwin. That's nice to hear. When you get to my age, you don't know how many years you have left. Few men of valor reach fifty and the few of us that reach sixty are usually sad relics full of aches and crippling diseases. Tis best to die well and live well I say."

Edwin's eyes misted a little, "I wish I'd known my grand father. He fought in the crusades and stories have come down to us about his exploits. Of course he's long dead God bless his soul." Edwin crossed himself after transferring the flagon to the other hand.

Thomas became pensive, "Yes that generation was a tough, no nonsense group of ruffians that ever crossed Christendom. They feared nothing save God and the devil. Well we're a little more civilized these days and Henry's court is a model of decorum and the rule of law. Peace has finally healed this kingdom since the days of Stephen and Matilda. What a squabble that was."

"I heard things were very bad sir Thomas." Thomas drank some more wine. "Bad isn't the half of it. King Stephen was a kind man in spite of the times. Perhaps he was too kind hearted for such tumultuous days. Late in his reign I'm told, he was walking to the cathedral to pray for God's mercy. Starvation was a common thing in those days. He reached the steps of the church and he sees a woman lying there with a child lying in her arms. They'd both starved to death. The king actually wept, God reward his tender heart. Soon after that, he allowed his poorer subjects to hunt deer and other forest animals to help keep them alive during the famine. It was perhaps his most noble act in a less than exemplary reign. To this day the peasants pray for Stephan's spirit during all souls day."

They were silent for a long time as they sipped more wine. Edwin asked, "What were the other two areas I need to learn?" Thomas started, "God's wounds! I'd almost forgotten! Yes young Edwin you must learn the use of arms and knightly chivalry. Hopefully you will become a knight one of these days and you need to know the proper knightly codes and the use of weapons. I'm sure you know something already but you've got a hell of a lot more to learn, trust me." "I do my lord."

Thomas refilled the flagons. "Well the last thing is you must learn the proper social conduct expected by ladies from good men of valor and rank. Some day you will have to marry and there are certain expectations and responsibilities concerning the correct treatment of women. Perhaps it might not be as vital as weapon craft but you would be surprised how much importance proper relations with women of rank can be. However for now, I believe that learning court etiquette and weapon craft will keep you busy enough. Your formal training starts tomorrow morning." "Thank you sir Thomas."

"I know over the next few years you will find Ralph and myself demanding and sometimes very stern but we do it for your own good. We have to train several squires like yourself and Ralph has no favorites and neither will I. When you do something wrong, you'll get a stern word from me and a boot up the ass from Ralph, is that understood?" Edwin laughed, "My father has done worse than that. He's given me the leather strap on many occasions and he's called me every name from the devil's spawn to Lucifer's child. I prefer honesty my lord."

"Than you shall have it in good measure, young Bellamy. I'm glad to see you have not been spoiled. It will make your training more valuable to you in the long run. You'll sup with us this evening and then Ralph will show you to your quarters. It won't be like home. You'll have to share your room with two other young squires like yourself. Someday you may get a private room but you'll have to earn it like everything else here. If you want respect you will have to obtain it with deeds and not words, remember that and you'll do fine here." ****** Edwin was dazzled by the banquet in the great hall. The music of a lute was virtually drowned out by loud laughter and the barking of dogs. Platters laden with food were quickly placed on the tables. Goblets of wine and cups of mead soon found thirsty throats while chunks of meat were carved by all manner of knives. Both men and women alike ate with their hands and occasionally wiped their greasy fingers on the dog's fur as the hungry animals eagerly waited for scraps and bones to be tossed their way.

Edwin saw Lady Chatterton for the first time. She was tall for a woman, very well breasted with long lustrous red hair that glistened with hints of gold in the flickering torch light. Her remarkable hair contrasted beautifully with her deep, penetrating green eyes. Her smile was inviting and her laughter throaty as she sat beside her lord husband. She was obviously a lot younger than Sir Thomas. Around the rest of the table there were men at arms, other squires, women of differing social station and various servants. It was apparent to Edwin's appraising glance, the lower the social rank, the drabber and plainer the clothes. Those of privilege sat closest to lord Chatterton while the men and women of base rank or mere servants sat either at the furthest end of the main table or at some of the other smaller benches.

Edwin was ravenous after the long journey that day. He devoured roast beef and a spicy turkey pie. Wine kept being poured into his flagon and after awhile his head began to swim in pleasant, mellow circles. However during the long meal, he was far too insecure and shy to speak with anybody. So he kept stuffing his mouth with the tasty meat and mixed vegetables. Soon he was imbibing the fruity mead to wash down the excellent meal.

When Edwin finally got to his room he was drunk. He staggered to a pallet where he gratefully collapsed on the straw. It was comfortable enough although the pillow filled with goose feathers was a bit to thin. Soon after two other young men entered the room. "Well, well, well, this must be Lord Cranwell's youngster!" Edwin sat up bleary eyed. "Who are you?"

The taller of the two laughed, "I think this youngster has had too much to drink eh?" The other chortled, "I wonder if he doth know what day 'tis past?" Edwin rubbed his eyes to see better but the room was dark and only a little moonlight trickled through the partly shuttered window. He stood up and found that the larger of the two was a full head taller than he. The tall one spoke, "I'm John Fitzgibbon and this is my second cousin twice removed, Harry Laroy." Edwin didn't know why but he instinctively disliked these two. So he asked in a non to friendly tone, "That's Welch isn't it?" Harry growled in response, "Tis but only by half. My mother was English and my father ?tis loyal to your king at least some of the time." The two related squires laughed but it was quite apparent they weren't very amused.

Edwin shook his head. "That doesn't make much sense to me but it's probably the wine. My name is Edwin Bellamy." John suddenly moved and grabbed Edwin's shirt by the collar none too gently. "You were lying in my bed young sir! You can have the pallet by the window. We've been here for a year and you'll follow our rules when you're in this room or you'll get slapped around a bit, understand little lad?"

Harry laughed without mirth, "Put the young whore son down Jon. He's tarried to long at the wine. Just toss the young baggage on yon bed." A moment later Edwin found himself lying on the indicated place. It wasn't as comfortable as the other but the pillow was a little thicker at least. Edwin was still groggy from excess of wine and mead and he kept his resentment in check. It wasn't wise to antagonize two men at the same time especially when they were larger and stronger than he was. So he said nothing while John and Harry talked.

After a few more derisive comments about Edwin's inability to hold his own liquor, John eventually ignored the lad and asked Harry, "Isn't Mary Brook quite the wicked wench?" "Yes she spreads for Tim Long, Will Fox and Jim Talbot to. I've been with her twice and praised be, I didn't get the pox." "Well I've heard she's clean enough but I haven't sampled her treats yet. Meg's more my taste. She's wide in the hips and rides me as if I were a stallion. Not only that but she has an excellent mouth and she uses it for more than just kissing, I warrant you." Harry laughed, "That sounds like excellent whoresmanship sir John. You always liked the fair haired wenches. I'll bet a Nottingham shilling she's a fucking sullied Saxon bitch!" Both young squires laughed at the jest and such talk filled Edwin's reeling brain until he eventually drifted off into oblivion. This begins an exciting novel filled with unbridled amorous adventures and courtly intrigues. I hope you enjoy this journey back to Norman England during the reign of Henry the second.