Mughal-e-Azam

Imagine your sister asking you to chaperone her on a date. Would you? Debatable - Now suppose you had to dress as her girlfriend? Duncan did but it was his sister who came to his rescue when subjected to a humiliating ordeal.
This story can be misleading. It starts as an endearing sister, brother crossdressing scenario that develops into a humiliating and brutal male rape. I don’t wish to offend so if issues of this nature disturb or bother you please don’t read any further. If you have a open mind and a broad sense of imagination … Enjoy.
Tomi
5. Lesson 2
‘Lets see what we have here.’ He said, peeling back Duncan’s floral summer dress to reveal his lace suspenders and panties. ‘Oh la la,’ and with a forceful hand he tore his panties down to his knees. Tears began to roll down Duncan’s face. He couldn’t bare another seeing to under the masterful hand of Steve so when he was off guard Duncan quickly pulled up his knickers and skipped to the waters edge. Foolishly he glanced behind to see the none to pleased Steve pick himself off the floor and give chase.
‘Come here.’ He cried clearing his throat then spitting forcibly towards the river.’
Near the waters edge the grass was slightly wet and Duncan in his heels quickly lost his footing and slid down the bank feet first. His pretty dress rode up his waist and his panties cut deep into his bottom crack. Splash, his feet hit the water.
‘That will teach you to try and get away. Where do you think your going dressed as a pansy boy?’
Duncan didn’t care as his feet hit firm ground and he saw Steve laughing behind him. He held his dress high with one hand, balanced on each foot and removed both shoes one by one. Then he waded further into the water and although it was ice cold he didn’t mind, desperate to escape. Steve laughed like a crazed hyena and seemed reluctant to follow.
‘You’d better watch yourself these rivers are quite treacherous.’ He shouted.
Duncan didn’t hear as he let the icy water rise over his knees and to the tops of his nylons. A step further and it was lapping against his crutch. Still moving forward he felt the first lacy edging of his panties make contact and then they where completely submerged and hugging his form. About five metres along the bank was what appeared a small sand bank. As he got nearer he realised it was a piece of flooded ground that was still slightly below the level of the water. An escape route he murmured but his foot sank in the mud and the soft mass slid up past his calf. He grasped a tree root and his legs sank deeper and he experienced an utterly new sensation as the mud held him gently in it’s all embracing caress. He heard Steve laugh even louder as he moved from one stockinged foot to another. With each reversal sinking lower and lower until when the mud almost reached his crutch, he came to the solid bed of the river. He slipped and sat back and felt the soft brown mud oozing up over his genitals until the whole of his lovely panties was engulfed in the mire, any movement sent an electrifying thrill through his whole body. He struggled to get free and as he moved his legs up and down he felt sensations he had never dreamed of. He was close to tears as he noticed his wallowing in the mud had completely fouled his lovely panties.
‘Ahoy there.’ A girls voice called and Duncan looked up to see a punt approaching. In it where six girls, all of Helens age and of student appearance. The girl at the front held out a hand to Duncan.
‘Jump aboard and stop your crying.’ she yelled.
Jump, Jump, he could hardly move and it took three of them to manhandle him onto the deck.
‘Christ, your a mess.’ Said a girl called Sue looking at the mud stuck to his legs. ‘Lets get you back on dry land.’
Duncan didn’t know what to say as they pushed the flat bottomed boat off the sand bank. They where as drunk as he but they expertly positioned the punt alongside the riverside beside the awaiting Steve.
‘Come to Daddy.’ He sneered.
‘Sorry were late.’ Duncan’s rescuer shouted.
‘You took your time joining us, we’ve dunk all the beer and eaten all the food.’ Steve said.
‘Sorry.’ She said, ‘You know what us girls are like. We spend an age shopping.’
‘Shopaholics,’ said one girl as she held out two large plastic carrier bags aloft. ‘Who is this beauty we have saved from a watery grave.’
She turned to Duncan who lay exhausted on the bank his once beautiful dress soaked and heavily soiled with river mud. He sniffed back a tear as Steve explained.
‘Say hello, Cindy.’
Duncan smiled and said hello, his make-up smeared over his face like a road crash.
Helen was still nowhere to be seen and without her protection he was convinced further humiliation was to follow. He was wrong . . ., initially as to his surprise the new girls where most understanding and sympathetic. Even though he assumed they didn’t know his real identity
‘Lets get you cleaned up.’ One of the girls said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. They led him to the river bank. ‘Slip out of your pretty dress and I’ll rinse it for you in the clear water. If you’re lucky it will be dry within the hour.’
‘Thats very kind but what do I wear in the meantime.’ He questioned.
‘Don’t worry.’ Said an attractive blonde named Emma. ‘I’m sure I bought an outfit today that if it fits your welcome to borrow.’
In his anxiety, Duncan didn’t recognise the attractive Emma as his sisters best friend or see anything suspicious in her offer.
‘Thank you,’ he said relieved to be back amongst friends. He glided out of his dress like it was Christmas wrapping. Playing it for all it was worth not wanting them to suspect a thing. It was, as it stands, worth plenty as he had the kind of figure that gets noticed. Its his sex that let him down. He sponged himself down with a face flannel Helen had packed in their picnic. Dry within minutes Emma handed him a minute, sleeveless, black and red micro dress.
‘It’s not really appropriate for a day at the river, more suitable to a wild party night but it will at least contain your modesty.’
Jean, a timid looking girl with black spiky hair and similar build gave him a brand new pair of panties, still in their packaging. He turned his back to them shyly as he stepped into the lycra dress pulling it upwards over his huge chest. It was slightly too small and the material squeezed his arms as he slipped it over his shoulder. The dress was hardly fit for the purpose finishing just below the crutch and only just containing his amble chest.
‘How does it feel,’ Emma asked. ‘Good fit.’
‘Hmm!, Sleazy, I feel like a quart in a pint pot,’ Duncan said, wiggling his hips and smoothing what he could of the dress down over his slender thighs. His legs where lily white under his dirty and laddered stockings. ‘Slip these on,’ she said, handing him a pair of cheap black fishnets.’
In his dirty shoes even before they refreshed his make-up he looked like a common tart.
‘Dry your eyes, your mascara has all run, lets see what we can do for you.’
One of the girls handed a large make-up bag to Emma.
‘A girl always feels better with a freshen up and a new face.’ She said fluttering her own dramatically painted eyelids.
The girls tittered cruelly for the first time as Emma brushed more pink blusher to each cheek. Layer upon layer did she apply until his cheeks positively glowed. ‘Oh, Cindy you look so adorable I can’t believe our Steve was so lucky to find you.’ Next she trowled yet more eyeshadow and mascara on. Finally she took a tawdry bright red lipstick and smeared an overly thick coat on to Duncan’s lips. Once done Trish applied an inexpensive gloss to his lips so they would really shine. Whilst receiving his gaudy makeover he was oblivious to the other girls chatting to Steve.
‘I think I may have over done the make-up. You look more like a tart than a demure teenager.’
‘A course one at that.’
‘A tenner a trick.’ Trish added.
They giggled amongst themselves and pointed rudely to bits they liked. ‘Look at his lips. See his pantie line, I don’t believe his cleavage.’ Mean while Emma’s mind worked overtime. ‘Now that you look like a tart show us you can move like one to.’ The girls taught him some basic moves and he was soon gyrating around the field in front of them much to their amusement. That’s right they cheered swing those hips, stick out that chest, strut your stuff.’
Emma looked at him cruelly. ‘Do us a twirl,’ she asked
Duncan did and the girls all clapped enthusiastically.
‘Now guess what a tart like you really appreciates?’ she said.
‘A good rodgering,’ said Steve who had already unzipped his fly’s.
Trish chipped in. ‘I don’t think that’s exactly what Emma had in mind, actually.’
‘Champagne?’
Steve smiled and scampered over to the picnic hamper.
Emma interjected. ‘I mean all girls like champagne and. . . being taken from behind. So I thought we could give Cindy an extra special treat. A treat only a girl can savour.’
Steve nodded. ‘OK, I’m in, lets play swallow the bottle.’
Emma grinned.
Duncan gasped in dismay. ‘Please no, what have I done to deserve this? Why the sudden change of tune? What have I done to deserve this?’
A smile slalomed down Emma’s face, ‘I initially felt sorry for you. Boy wants to be girl, I can relate to all that. I was even happy to welcome you in as one of our fold until Steve told me you’re Helens brother. Helen my supposedly best friend who wasn’t going to come today unless you came along. Yes you Duncan, you’ve caused me so much trouble. Talking of which where is your sister Helen and my boyfriend Paul. She looked around her in an exaggerated gesture. ‘I blame you for his unfaithfulness and you deserve everything your going to get.’
Emma’s hand gently caressed Duncan’s cheek. Duncan shuddered.
‘Pretty girl, We won’t hurt you as long as you don’t struggle. The choice is yours. Struggle and suffer or relax and enjoy. So you will do as we say. . . won’t you?’
Duncan looked at Emma and the non too friendly girls that surrounded him and decided he had no choice.
‘Er! Yes, I guess so,’ Duncan said meekly.
‘Good girl, now go and see what surprises Steve has got for you over by the tree.’
Duncan nodded weakly and lifted his head in supplication as under the shade of the oak Steve shivered in anticipation.
Duncan accepted Steve’s kiss as he held him tightly and coaxed the strange fire to grow once more.
‘Down on your knees, nancy.’ Steve commanded.
Duncan froze and so Steve dragged him to the ground like a lion about to devour its prey. His dress rose higher as his fishnets clung even tighter to his smooth legs.
‘Growl.’ Said Steve as he positioned the picnic hamper in front of Duncan and pushed his face down over the wicker. Emma put the heel of her shoe on his back and pushed him forcibly down.
‘Help.’ He cried as he lay doggy style supported by the empty picnic box.
‘Perfect.’ Steve cooed.
‘Help me.’ Cried Duncan. ‘Someone please help me.’
His shiny hair fell forward over his painted face as he struggled to support himself with his hands. He couldn’t see what was happening but he heard the group of girls gather behind him.
‘Now stay there,’ Steve shouted as he crouched down behind Duncan’s proud bottom, turning towards the onlookers. ‘Its show time.’ he cried, imitating Fester from the Adams Family.
He continued for his audience, ‘For today’s performance, I am proud to reveal Cindy.’ He grasped the edge of Duncan’s tight fitting lycra skirt and peeled it gently back as if peeling a banana. The material was stretched tighter than a drum and he had to use both hands. ‘There,’ he said as he eased the skirt finally over his pert pantie glad bottom. The audience cheered as Steve slapped it venomously. ‘As you can see ladies and gentlemen Cindy is not all she appears to be.’ Steve pushed Duncan’s legs wider apart and clamped his muscular hairy hand in-between his crutch.
‘Yes.’ He cried, ‘Our Cindy has a hidden secret.’
Duncan winced as Steve closed his hand around his diminutive cock.
‘My, my ladies I do believe he enjoys the humiliation. I can feel something s.t.i.r.r.i.n.g.’ Duncan groaned he couldn’t help himself as his little member stiffened.
‘Let me reveal to you today, this day of days, all Cindy’s hidden charm,’ and with one brisk movement Steve tore down Duncan’s panties.
‘Hey!’ Shouted Jean, ‘They’re mine.’
‘Silence,’ Emma snapped, ‘Don’t spoil the show.’
Everyone laughed and Steve now spurred on by the crowd slapped a generous dollop of fresh cream from the strawberries they enjoyed earlier over Duncan’s naked buttocks. ‘Hmm!, nice,’ he said as he massaged the double thick goo well into his crease. ‘Fancy some more champagne,’ he joked as next he picked the remaining gold foil off the bottle neck.
Duncan crouched frozen, as immobilising swathes of terror wrapped themselves around his body.
‘Perfect.’ Steve said teasing the opening of his hole.
‘Please, God, someone save me, I don’t want to be subjected to anymore humiliation.’ Duncan sobbed shamelessly.
‘Sorry,’ Steve apologised, ‘it’s not Moët Chandon.’ He tutted ‘Take a deep breath,’ as he slowly pushed the bottle deep inside. Duncan screamed, like a mournful prairie dog as he thrust his hips forward in a vain attempt to escape the bottle that probed his bottom.
‘We’re Smokin,’ he cried, ‘You are new,’ as the bottle met with some restriction. ‘I’ll put my money on you not having done this before. Am I the lucky one to pop your cherry?’
Steve sighed and giggled with glee as the full length of the bottle neck was imbedded in Duncan’s buttocks. The fresh cream was an admirable lubricant as Steve pushed the bottle in and out faster and faster. Duncan moaned his saliva-sodden scream curdled the air as he twisted his head sharply to one side to witness his virgin arse raped brutally by a cheap brand of champagne.
‘Argh!’ Duncan cried out in pain and tears rolled down his painted cheeks as he realised no matter how degraded he felt, how sickened he was dressed in his sisters frock, whilst being continually used and abused as a sex toy Duncan’s own member was hard and throbbing desperately wanting to release its load.
The girls clapped and cheered as Steve powered relentlessly on, in and out, in and out like a high revving engines piston.
‘More, more, faster, faster,’ the girls cried but his momentum was suddenly called to a halt.
‘Stop, stop, stop, this instance,’ Helen shouted, appearing from a copse of trees. ‘What’s been going on? What on earth are you doing?’ She gaped open mouthed at the spectacle before her.
The pause was long and sinister.
Emma broke the silence, ‘He bought it on himself, he did. If it was not for him you’d not be with my man, Paul.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Helen said.
‘Hold on girls,’ Paul interjected, ‘You’re all jumping to conclusions. Helen and I are not an entity we have just been walking. I want you, Emma my love. Always have done, always will, you know that?’
Emma looked unconvinced and Helen looked annoyed. Together they spelt trouble.
‘So what was that then,’ Helen said, implying the last sixty minutes. ‘One hell of a strenuous walk?’
Paul shrugged his shoulders, ‘It meant nothing.’
Helen turned her attention to Emma, ‘If you’ve got a problem sort it out with me and not my brother. Aren’t you man enough?’
Emma laughed ‘I’m more man than your brother will ever be.’ Glancing over at his feminised form.
Paul ran over to Emma and tried to comfort her with a non to convincing embrace.
Helen looked at Duncan. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘this is all my fault lets get out of here.’ Duncan didn’t need to hear that twice as he struggled to break free.
Steve backed off cautiously as Duncan slowly pulled the bottle from his arse and slipped his panties back on and adjusted his dress’.
Helen looked at the bedraggled Duncan. ‘What have they been doing to you?’
‘Don’t even ask,’ said Duncan, ‘Take me home, please.’ He grabbed the dress he’d laid out to dry and ran to the waters edge.
The others continued to argue as to who Paul really loved as Helen and Duncan slipped silently away in their punt. Only Steve saw them depart and he waved affectionately.
Duncan as oarsman raised plenty an eyebrow as he tried to handle the punt in his short dress and high heels. It’s not every day you see a sexy girl struggling on the deck of a punt amongst the studious surroundings of Cambridge. He didn’t change until he got home.
6. Safe house
Duncan entered the bathroom whilst Helen ran a hot bath and filled it with her expensive bubbly moisturiser.
‘I’m sorry.’ Helen said as she helped him out of Emma’s mini dress.
‘You are what?’
‘Huh?’
‘You are what?’
‘What are you sorry for?’
‘For everything. For persuading you to go on the date.’
She poured some more moisturiser into his bath.
‘How is your bottom?’
Helen hadn’t seen his bruised backside as he’d slipped into the hot water.
‘Hurts like hell. Probably weeks before I can walk normally like a man.’
She angled her head to one side sympathetically. ‘Its over now.’
She mixed the water quickly with her hand generating even more soft bubbles.
‘Paul turned out to be quite a disappointment.’
‘Spineless.’ Duncan added. ‘Couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.’
‘Couldn’t stand up to Emma could he?’
‘At least you know now.’
Helen waved two crisp ten pound notes at Duncan. ‘We’ve made some money out of the exercise too. I collected the deposit they left on the punt when we took it back. We deserve it all don’t you think?’
Duncan smiled and sunk deeper into the bath.
‘I’ll leave your share in this purse.’ She picked up his tiny shoulder bag he’d hung on the back of the bathroom door, clipped open the delicate clasp and deposited the note in an internal pocket.
‘Silly question, but did you enjoy the day.’ Helen asked as he lay stretched out in the hot bath full of bubbles nursing his sore bottom and feet.
‘In parts.’ He said. ‘Now how do I get these off.’ He said pointing at his synthetic tits.’
‘The adhesive should soften in the bath,’ she said ‘but be careful. Who knows when we’ll use them again.’
Duncan managed a weak smile which vanished, when, without warning the bathroom door burst open and in walked their mother. Duncan stared in disbelief as she strode across the tiles, her gazed transfixed on his amble bosom.
‘I can explain.’ Duncan began but she just smiled and laughed.
‘There really is no need, love.’
Helen smiled reassuringly.
‘I know all about your little adventure. Don’t you think I didn’t recognise my own son when you where on the punt.’ She laughed. ‘Who do you think lent Helen the synthetics and the wig? Our amateur dramatic group has a vast assortment of props don’t you know?’ She sat down on the edge of the bath and patted him on the head as one would a pet.
‘Do you mean to say you and Helen where in on this.’ Said Duncan with a shocked expression.
Helen giggled back at him impishly.
‘That’s right and what a wonderful idea of Helen’s it was too. I just hope you enjoyed the experience as much as we. Now hurry along there’s a queue for the bathroom.’
‘But why Mum, why?’ he asked.
‘There is an easy explanation. As you know your father and I are putting together a new play.’ She breathed out deeply and oozed flamboyancy with the air and grace of an accomplished actor. ‘Its about TV prostitution in France during the eighteenth century. We require a young male actor to play the lead role but no one in our repertoire was particularly keen. Stumped we may have had to cancel the production. . . That is until Helen reminded us of how well you played the part of a pretty schoolgirl some years ago at a fancy dress dance.’ She sighed dreamily. ‘How lovely you looked in her pinafore and panties.’

Bené Meirelles was thirteen years old when he first met Tereza Valerio.
As a boy from one of the poorest slums in Rio de Janeiro, Bené had very little choice in how to lead his life. The only way to survive the slums was to turn to crime, or to the police. Otherwise his options were pretty slim. Fishmonger, vegetable seller… all professions that would keep him at the bottom of the slums.
Despite the contrary belief, crime did pay in Rio de Janeiro. And that was the route that Bené chose to take. The police force had never even been an option. The police were cruel, manipulative bastards. Bené didn’t want to be like them. He wanted to own them.
So by the time Bené was six, he was running around with the more established hoods of the slums. And by the time he was thirteen, he was a more established hood.
Bené would steal, mug, and participate in a lot of drug smuggling and selling. It wasn’t for one of his more serious crimes that he got sent to a juvenile detention centre, though. He’d been found vandalising government property, and when he first saw Tereza, a girl of his age with bright green eyes and wavy black hair, he was waiting in the reception area of the court where he had his hearing, she was on the other side.
Maybe it was bring your kid to work day. Maybe she was there with a relative, but the pretty girl which clearly didn’t belong to the slums was definitely not there because she was a juvenile delinquent.
That didn’t stop her eyes from finding Bené’s, though.
If Bené believed in love at first sight, that would have been it. But of course he was a thirteen year old boy. He forgot about the pretty green eyed girl after a few weeks. Maybe even a few days.
But when she came back into his life at eighteen, Bené instantly recognised her.
***
At eighteen years old, Bené Meirelles was a well distinguished slum gangster. He and his two best friends controlled what went in, and what went out of the slums.
They no longer wanted to leave. They were in control and had everything they wanted. Bené had given up on education when he was ten, so he didn’t have any friends from school. All of his friends were gang members and slum rats, and of course girls that were interested in him because of his dangerous status and good looks.
Bené wasn’t bad to look at all. He was always dressed in the best fashions, always with expensive accessories. Nothing ever seemed to look bad on his 5″10 form, his slender but muscular body well built. But Bené looked especially attractive on the beach, in his long swimming shorts and oversized sunglasses. The young man’s skin was a naturally dark colour, and his face was soft, almost childlike, with very intense brown eyes. His hair fell in black baby dreadlocks, well kept and always looking perfect.
It was very easy to understand just why Bené never had a problem with girls.
This summer had been a lazy summer, Bené had spent almost every night on the beach. Most of the high school students had recently graduated, so a lot more of the city kids were coming down to the slum’s closest beach, a lot of kids he’d never seen before. On this particular night, Bené had been there with a group of about thirteen other boys. Some had been rich kids from the city that he’d met through clubs, and some were kids from his gang. He was never alone, though.
A group of high school kids from the city had apparently been planning an overnight stay on the beach. Like Bené’s gang, they had spent the entire day at the beach, and now it was night time. Both groups stared small bonfires, not paying any attention to each other. Bené hadn’t even paid any attention to the other group until a small female form, no taller than 5″1, began to walk towards their group, apparently just taking a walk, with her feet in the water.
The young hood watched her curiously, her face shadowed by the night. But the girl had a good body, he could tell from a distance. She was dressed in a short skirt, coming mid thigh, and a loose tank top shirt. It was getting a little colder now, but the water was still warm so she walked with her feet in the waves.
Bené watched her smooth, tanned legs get closer and closer, and grew quiet as the rest of his gang continued to laugh, and smoke, and drink. It was only when he looked to her face though, that Bené got completely silent.
Shoulder length black curls framed a pretty face. Familiar, but more grown up than the face he’d first seen five years ago. Bright green eyes, and a pretty mouth… Bené recognised her instantly.
The girl he’d seen at the court, the girl he’d ‘fallen in love with’ for a whole seven days afterwards.
She was looking back at him now, too, the water washing over her feet as she squinted her eyes. He had changed a lot since then, but surely she’d recognise him from close up. Now she just looked a little confused as to why this hood was staring at her with his mouth wide open.
“Hey, hey, wait a minute!” Bené called out almost impatiently, the hoods around him growing quiet and watching their charismatic ‘leader’ jump to his feet in the sand, and walk over to the petite girl as she looked back at him shyly.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked, smiling an adorable dimpled smile at her as he ran a hand over his hair. “I’m Bené. We never actually met or anything…but years ago…I mean YEARS AGO,” he grinned, and his dark cheeks coloured a light pink. “You were sat near me..and um…oh man this is embarrassing. It was in the court… I dunno, maybe one of your parents works there?” The thought that this might not be the girl suddenly hit Bené. Well, that would be embarrassing. And if it wasn’t her, he’d probably made such an idiot out of himself that even this pretty girl wouldn’t be interested…
“Oh my God, about five years ago?” Bené grinned at her response. So she recognised him. He smiled and nodded as the pretty girl brought a hand to her mouth and laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Yeah, I was waiting for my dad to finish work. I can’t believe you remember me though. I can’t believe you recognise me!” She looked up at him shyly, her eyelashes unconsciously batting a little bit more. The boy was so attractive. He had been really cute to her thirteen year old self, and now he was there, tall, tanned and so very sexy.
“How could I forget! You still look kinda the same. I mean…you look older… but you’re still really pretty,” Bené felt a little intimidated by his friends watching them now. Of course all of his friends assumed that he was just trying to get into this girl’s pants… which he kind of was, but this was different! She was ‘the pretty girl from the courtroom.’ “What’s your name? I’m Bené,” he grinned a charming smile and moved to take her hand, squeezing it lightly. The informal handshake soon turned into him stroking her fingers as the young woman squirmed, embarrassed, but apparently not minding the attention.
“I’m Tereza,” she smiled back, eventually pulling her fingers back. “Are you gonna be here for long?” Tereza asked, her pupils dilating as she looked up at the boy’s handsome face.
“Yeah… you and your friends should totally join us,” Bené nodded, and moved his fingers to point at his own group, who seemed a little more rowdy than the people Tereza was used to. But still, Bené had an obvious bad boy quality that the girl was attracted to, like most girls were. So she nodded slightly, tilting her head to the side.
“I’ll have to ask my friends…”
“Oh come on, I’ve waited for you for five years!” he joked, and caught Tereza’s hand as she began to walk towards her group of friends. Tereza only let him hold the tips of her fingers as they approached her group of friends, all of who looked at her with a sly smile now as the tall hood moved behind her, clearly watching her body as she told them of how Bené was an acquittance.
Bené grinned and waved, introducing himself to everyone individually, and insisting that everyone come to join his friends. They had beer, and cigarettes, and loads of food. Everyone eventually agreed, and began moving towards the group of boys, who instantly became very interested in Tereza’s available female friends.
***
Four hours later, all of the teens were feeling much more at ease with one another. The class divide had almost vanished, thanks to the crates of beer that both groups had brought with them. Some of Tereza’s friends took a special liking to Bené’s gang, just like Tereza took a liking to Bené. By two am, she was sat between his legs with her back to his chest as Bené stroked her waist and placed gentle little kisses on her hair. She touched the smooth, exposed skin of his knees and calves a little more shyly, but it was clear that the two teens were very attracted to each other.
“I can’t believe I’m with the courtroom boy,” Tereza laughed and tilted her head to the side.
Her male companion grinned against the skin of her neck, and kissed her there gently. He was a little more forward than what Tereza was used to, but she’d also never met a boy quite like him. He was definitely the most likeable person she knew. His personality, charisma and good looks made impossible to dislike. Even though he sold drugs, and his friends actually had guns with them.
“What did you think of me?” Bené asked in response, moving his head back so he could look at her. The bonfire they made was still burning, so the heat and light from the flames played over their bodies.
“I thought you were really cute,” Tereza smiled, and moved her hand to take his. She stretched their linked fingers out and looked at their hands as she spoke. “My dad said you were one of those ‘bad kids’ that would probably be dead before they’re eighteen. But you had those little dimples, and such big eyes. You were definitely the cutest boy I’d ever seen.” When her little body shook from laughter, Bené only shook his head and kissed the back of her neck.
“I hope I still am… and your dad was wrong,” the brown eyed boy smiled, as Tereza turned around in his arms and shyly cupped his face.
“I’m glad,” she whispered, hoping that nobody was watching them as they moved close together, her eyes closing and her body trembling as soon as their lips touched. Bené’s touch was gentle on her waist, and he pulled the black haired girl into his arms, allowing her to relax there. Tereza stroked his hair and ran her nails over the skin of Bené’s defining cheekbones as his tongue gently parted her mouth, massaging the pink muscle that came out to stroke his own tongue in response. Bené lapped at Tereza’s lower lip when he drew back, her lips glistening and stretched with a smile.
For a moment they only focused on each other but the noise of their friends finally brought them back. Tereza clung to Bené’s shoulders, with one of her legs pressing between his unintentionally as they both turned to look at one of Bené’s friends who was now insisting that everyone go skinny dipping.
“You want to?” Bené asked the pretty girl in his arms. Tereza giggled, and slid up his body so she was sitting up now, watching in shock as her drunk friends, along with Bené’s drunk friends effortlessly stripped their clothes. They were all young, all a little bit intoxicated, so not many of them felt very much shame. Even Tereza was feeling very tempted by the ocean, especially as the others began to splash around, the boys yelling excitedly as the girls screeched.
“You have to go first,” she grinned, before standing up and holding her hand out to Bené. The boy took it and pulled her to him again, his fingers sliding underneath of the shirt that she wore now to protect her from the cooling night. Tereza bit into her lower lip as Bené ran his long, masculine fingers up her sides, and slid the shirt off her body, tossing it onto the side. He was still only wearing his swimming trunks, so the city girl just ran her fingers and nails over his broad shoulders and muscular arms as the teen moved down onto his knees, making her giggle.
Bené’s fingers undid her shorts, sliding them down her smooth, tanned legs and watching as Tereza stepped out of them, now only in her bikini pants and vest like bikini top. “Go first!” she insisted, laughing as the other teens yelled for them to hurry up.
With a grin, Bené ran towards the water now, stopping only to slide his shorts down past his hips in one swift motion. Tereza laughed, following him now and watching his naked body being embraced by the water. She was a little more cautious about undressing, but the darkness was comforting. Plus the only person that was truly focusing on her was Bené.
He grinned and mouthed for her to come on as he stood waist deep in the water, stroking his toned stomach as Tereza self consciously slid her vest top off, exposing her breasts to a boy she didn’t even know that well. A few whistles from some of the others came from the water, but most of the other boys were occupied with wrestling Tereza’s naked female friends. So the city girl removed her pants with a deep breath, doing it as close to the water as possible so she wouldn’t have to walk too far completely nude.
Tereza gasped, her body not prepared for just how cool the water was against her skin. She was used to Bené’s body heat and the warm flames of the fire, and although the ocean was still warm from the sun, it certainly was a shock. Of course, her attention quickly returned to the beautiful Brazilian boy that licked his lips and walked towards her, not saying a word.
Bené grinned as he pulled Tereza against him, the two of them practically oblivious to anyone else as their mouths teased each other. Naked arms wrapped around each other and Tereza moaned gently as Bené’s growing erection pressed against her stomach. They kissed again, over and over, sharing the heat of their mouths as Bené walked backwards in the water, not paying attention to anyone that he bumped into.
Bené’s lips were certainly the softest Tereza had ever kissed. She hadn’t been with many boys, she had slept with only two and kissed no more than ten. Bené was the best kisser. She melted against his mouth as he grabbed her bottom, trying to force their bodies harder against each other.
“Bené,” Tereza whispered, drawing away from him for a moment. She still clung onto his shoulders, and stroked his wet back with trembling fingers. “It’s cold,” she whispered, and he laughed against her warm skin.
Bené moved his hips against Tereza’s stomach, his cock twitching when she pressed herself even harder to him. Most of the others had already got out of the water, since it was cool, but both Bené and Tereza were on fire. His fingers slid under her bottom and he picked her up, encouraging her legs to slid around his waist. The water made it easy, and Tereza felt almost weightless in the boy’s arms. Her fingers ran over his damp dreadlocks as she pressed her chest against Bené’s neck, not expecting him to bend his head down and capture one of her darkened pink nipples in his mouth. She gasped, feeling her whole body charge with electricity. She was wet now, aching for his touch.
“Bené, lets stop…” Tereza whispered, despite her body begging her to go on, especially when the slick head of Bené’s cock traced her entrance. “People are watching…”
The boy leaned back and let her slide down his body, so they could kiss again. He smiled and parted his lips to kiss her. Bené understood. When he looked up he did notice the eyes of several of the boys watching them rather intently. They motioned for him to carry on but the light haired boy shook his head, even though underneath the water, his finger traced Tereza’s slit, making her moan into his mouth. “Come on then. Lets warm up.”
***
It had just gone six am when the noise around him made Bené shift around in his sleep.
Birds, the sea, people talking… he groaned, nose twitching in displeasure. The morning sun felt good on his skin, but the air was fresh and cool still so he shivered before slowly opening his eyes, blinking a few times. Bené was greeted by a head of dark hair, and for a moment, he lay quite confused, before the previous night’s events unfolded and the young hood smiled. He kissed the girl’s hair and stretched his arms, bringing her closer to his own body. Some of his gang had left already, some were still sleeping. He lay with Tereza, wrapped up in two thin blankets by a burnt down bonfire.
“Hey, Tereza,” Bené whispered, and threw the blanket back from his shoulders. It wasn’t long enough anyway, his legs had been exposed all night. “…baby it’s morning. Lets go. We’ll go back to my place, you can sleep properly.” Tereza was clearly reluctant to wake, but Bené stroked her hair and lower back, eventually causing her to groan and roll over onto the sand, her eyes squinting at the rising sun.
“Mmm… what time is it?” she asked sleepily, and extended a hand to idly stroke at Bené’s stomach and chest. When she started to wake up, she suddenly remembered last night very clearly, and embarrassment hit her. Bené laughed at her reaction, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders once again, bringing his mouth to her’s in a brief kiss.
“Come on, don’t go shy on me now,” he laughed against her smiling mouth, and their movement started to stir everyone else to life. “…I don’t know the time though. Lets go before the morning crowd rushes in. Come back to mine,” he insisted again, before sitting up and reaching for his bag. Bené slid on a shirt, and tied up his sneakers before whacking one of his snoring friends on the shoulder. Tereza sat up too and pressed her cheek to his back momentarily. He smelt good, and he felt good too. Even now, without the alcohol influence, Tereza was still very much attracted to Bené. And she was also very tired, too tired to wait for the bus to go back into the city. Although she didn’t believe that she would sleep very much, either, if she went to rest at Bené’s apartment.
“Okay, lets go,” Tereza whispered, more to herself than anything as Bené pulled her to her feet, and they stood for a moment, lost in a gentle kiss. The young woman licked her lips as she pulled back eventually to wake her friends, and explain to them what was going on. Bené, in the mean time, picked up Tereza’s bags to carry them. Then he, and nine sleepy boys waited as Tereza said goodbye to her friends, all of whom seemed reluctant to let her go back to the slums with the hoods. But Tereza was persistent, and after countless promises of a telephone call to tell them off her safety, Tereza and Bené began to walk off, hand in hand.
Tereza didn’t realise that she held onto Bené’s hand that much tighter as they neared the slums. There was barely any room to move, and so much noise came from the little shanty houses. The city girl had never been to a place like this. Certainly Bené knowing everyone was a relief but she was frightened, intimidated by a world she’d never known. Tereza didn’t know what to think or what to expect of Bené’s home either. So when they reached a block of apartments and Bené said goodbye to his ‘men’, she held onto him even tighter as he opened the door, and walked in laughing.
“Stop looking so scared,” the hood whispered and kicked the door closed before he focused all of his attention onto Tereza again, and captured her face between his hands, leaning his head down to kiss her. “Look at my home, it’s not so scary… Forget about what’s outside. You’re with me, it’s okay.” Tereza smiled against his lips, embarrassed at reacting so nervously. She lifted a hand to stroke her fingers over his, and kissed him back as she stood on her toes. The apartment was indeed, something she hadn’t quite expected. It was a new block, one of the very few the government had forced into the slums. Bené had furniture, a television set, electronics… the decoration was horrible, but it was clear that he had the money, unlike the rest of the slum’s occupants.

He smiled to himself as he heard her whimpers and saw the frustration pass over her face. Reaching up pulling on the chain again as he leaned into her, keeping his lips just the right distance from hers. Her perfume invaded his nostrils and he could not stand it anymore, he pulled her to him by the chain, hearing her gasp out as he devoured her mouth in a deep kiss. He pulled on the chain even harder, swallowing her cries. How much he loved to hear her cry. He pulled back, pulling the chain with him as he backed up towards the couch. He watched the emotions play over her face as he pulled on her nipples. When the back of his legs touched the couch he stopped. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “kneel for me pet.”
-
She was almost on the verge of screaming her frustration at him. She knew better than to speak unless he spoke to her first. That was one of the first lessons he taught her. She was his, he had her heart, mind, body and soul. She kept her eyes lowered as he leaned into her pulling on the clamp chain. She bit her lip as the pain shot to her clit again. She could smell his aftershave and feel his breath against her lips as she waited. She wanted to initiate the kiss but knew better. Then in one swift motion he had her lips. She whimpered quietly as he kissed her deeply. How she loved it when he kissed her! She felt the tugging on the chain become harder. It felt like her nipples were being pulled off as he devoured her mouth. Then all at once he pulled back and started walking backwards pulling the nipple chain. She tried to remember to breath as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. A shiver ran down her spine as he whispered, “kneel for me pet.”
-
He heard her soft moan as she slipped to her knees in front of him. Her legs parted the way he taught her. He waited as she lowered her arms and folded them behind her back. His cock was in perfect alignment with her mouth. He reached forward and ran his fingers through her hair as he gripped the back of her head by her hair pulling her forward to kiss his cock through his jeans. He pulled her back after she kissed him and reached for his zipper and pulled it down slowly and unbuttoned his pants. He kept the grip in her hair as he said quietly to her, “undress me pet.” He watched as her little hands came up to the waistband of his pants to pull them down. He continued to stroke her hair as he stepped out of his pants. His hard cock now free and pointing at her face he looked down at her. He smiled when she raised her begging eyes to his. Nodding, “you may pet,” he watched as she slowly put her mouth around the head of his cock waiting for his full permission. He took a deep breath feeling her deliciously hot mouth on his cock.
-
She slipped slowly to her knees in front of him. She parted her thighs wide, and pulled her arms down and folded them behind her back. She licked her lips as she eyed the bulge in his pants that was even with her mouth. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as she felt his hand run through her hair then grip it tightly pulling her head to his crotch. She placed a soft kiss to him through his pants. She was going mad! She could feel her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. He pulled her head back as she watched him unbutton and unzip his pants. How she wanted to have him in her mouth! She loved the taste of his cum. She heard his soft command, “undress me pet.” She reached her hands up and tugged on his pants, freeing his hard cock as she pulled them down and he stepped out of them. She licked her lips again staring at him. She raised her eyes to his quietly, begging with her eyes to have him in her mouth. She moaned softly when she heard his approval, “you may pet.”
She leaned forward, smelling his musky scent as she took the head of his hard cock in her mouth. She felt his grip tighten in her hair as he stopped her just at the head.

The two girls stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, stark naked and laughing as they kissed each other tenderly.
“Mmm, you know I’ll have to pay you back for that now, right?” The slender blonde smiled mischievously as she kissed her partner deeply, their full lips pressing together.
“I was counting on it, darling. Your payback is always wonderful.” The muscular redhead flipped her long soaked hair over her shoulder before leaning in for another kiss, gently brushing their lips together.
Angel grinned, her pale, almost iridescent blonde hair gleaming as she wordlessly pushed her partner backwards, kissing her deeply, tongue slipping between Kat’s lips as they embraced, only stopping when they fell onto the bed, both of them flushed and panting.
“Now, darling… now I get to do what I promised last night. Kiss you all over, and then eat you out until you beg for mercy.” Angel smiled wickedly, nuzzling her lover’s neck as her hands slid up Kat’s slick, naked body, fingertips barely touching her smooth skin.
“Oh… shit.” Kat arched up against Angel, pressing their two bodies together as her entire body quivered with thoughts of what was to come. Namely, herself.
“Mm-hmm. Now just relax, love. Angel’s gonna make it all better.” She chuckled softly, her hands sliding across her lovers muscled torso, teasing the underside of her breasts with her fingertips as she slowly and deliberately slid her tongue along Kat’s neck, wiggling it slightly, in just the way to make her lover squirm.
Kat whimpered, shifting slightly underneath Angel’s relentless tongue, gasping and moaning when she felt delicate fingertips brushing across her nipples, not enough for any sort of fulfillment, just enough to tease them to aching, hard erectness, hard and smooth as pebbles as that talented tongue and lips and mouth moved over her neck, up and down, sucking on her pulse, swirling over the hollow of her throat, nibbling on her earlobe.
Angel laughed softly as she reached her partner’s ear, her voice dropping to a low, husky register as she leaned in very close. “Do you want me, love? Do you want me to break all this wonderful tension that you have? I can feel you quivering… aching for release already. Do you want it?” Her lips curved into an unseen grin as she pressed the palms of her hands against Kat’s hard nipples, rotating them slightly, just enough to illicit another moan from her partners mouth.
“Oh god… yesss…” Kat was nearly incoherent already, the delicate touches and slow teasing driving her mad, her patience never much to begin with as she felt Angel beginning to kiss along her shoulder, licking up the moisture from the shower, as she squirmed involuntarily.
“Hmmm… I did say that I’d kiss you all over before I ate you out, you know… and there’s still a lot of you to cover. Your release is going to have to wait just a little while.” She laughed as she kissed down her partner’s bicep, breathing in her sweet, fresh scent, her fingers sliding lower, brushing back and forth across Kat’s flat, toned stomach, her feather-light touch tickling her partner’s sensitive flesh.
Her lips pressed against the inside of Kat’s wrist, her tongue snaking out to lick across her palm, running over each individual finger, wrapping around it, teasing it for a moment before moving on, finally sucking the thumb into her mouth, biting down gently, causing Kat to gasp in surprised pleasure, before pulling away and kissing her partner deeply, pressing their torsos together as her hands slid lower, cupping her partner’s dripping, hot sex.
Kat responded instinctively, a moan coming from deep in her throat as she bucked against the hand, rubbing her groin against it as her tongue tangled with her partners, sliding around in a slippery embrace inside the hot cavern of their mouths.
Angel pulled away slowly, pulling on Kat’s bottom lip with her teeth before finally letting go, moving her mouth down to her lover’s collarbone, sliding her tongue over the smooth skin as she shifted her hand, pulling her palm away from Kat’s sex, pressing lightly against her hard, sensitive clit, moving back and forth just enough to send shivers through her body.
As Angel kissed along the top of her lover’s breasts, Kat arched her back, pressing her breasts into her lover’s mouth, letting out a ragged moan of desire, flushed and panting with arousal. “Please, please, fuck… oh GOD please…”
Her blonde partner chuckled, encouraged by her darling’s words, brushing her lips over a stiff nipple, sucking it into her mouth, biting down gently and pulling it back and forth, sending lightning-bolts of pleasure down her partner’s spine, straight to her sex, right as she started dragging her finger through Kat’s wet folds, moving it up and down against her sex.
Kat nearly screamed, her body writhing with pleasure under Angel’s slow, deliberate touches and teasing, every nerve of her body tingling with pleasure, so close to the point of release, but unable to reach it as her lover denied her that pleasure building her up higher and higher.
Angel pulled away from Kat’s nipple, running her tongue around it one last time as she watched her lover squirming in passion, gasping for breath as her hands clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. “Baby… since you’ve been SO good so far, I’m going to give you a little reward, okay? There’ll be lots more to come after it, though.”
Suddenly, quickly and in complete contrast with the rest of her slow, deliberate movements, Angel thrust a single finger deep inside Kat’s dripping passage, even as she ground her palm against her partner’s throbbing clit, the dual sensations easily enough to push Kat over the edge in her heightened state of arousal.
Kat let out an unholy scream, every muscle in her body clenching tight, then shaking wildly as she released all the pent-up sexual energy in her body, her orgasmic juices flooding out, soaking Angel’s hand, drawing in huge, ragged breaths as she slowly recovered from her orgasm.
Angel leaned in, kissing her deeply as she ran her soaked fingers along the inside of Kat’s thighs, the slow, gentle touches a promise of what was to come.
“I still have a lot of you to kiss, you know. You’re not done that quickly, lover.”
“Fu… fuck. You’re insanely good.” Kat looked up, wide-eyed as Angel moved down, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

We had dreamed of this moment for many years, and finally were able to afford a bed and breakfast of our own.
Opening the front door for the first time, it was daunting how much work needed to go in to this dilapidated old mansion, but in the end we knew it would be worth it.
About the third week into our renovations, I was in the midst of cleaning out a closet in one of the upstairs bedrooms, I noticed something funny. I have a strong sense of geometry, and walking up and down the hall and peaking into the rooms, it appeared that the walls didn’t quite line up. There seemed to be too much wall and not enough room. I did not think much of the observation, it was an old house after all, and kept on cleaning out the debris that had piled up in the rooms.
A few days later, I realized what was wrong with the walls. Ahh, it was not by my keen powers of observation, no, it was my occasional clumsiness. I tripped over my own foot and when I tried to break my fall, my hand pushed through the bedroom wall. My first reaction was how to lament over how many hours it would take to repair both sides of the wall, however, when I went around to inspect the extent of the damage, there wasn’t even a mark on the other side of the wall. That’s strange, I thought. Returning to the original hole, I expanded the opening, so that my head could fit into the gap — that’s when I realized what I had discovered - a secret hallway. Now I understood what was wrong with the lines in the house.
Working carefully, I enlarged the opening so I could fit my whole body through and into the darkened tunnel. Walking up and down the secret hallway, I could not figure out why the original owner had constructed the passageway, perhaps he could sneak between bedrooms late at night, perhaps so he could sneak out of the house without anyone knowing. Perhaps he hired a really lousy construction firm. With a smile, I realized that I did not care why the passage was created, instead, I was inspired, I had a great idea, an idea that would give me years of pleasure. As each room was repaired, I installed large, decorative, one-way mirrors. Strategically placed, so I could walk up and down the secret hallway in complete darkness and watch through each the one-way mirror, what was going on, on the other-side, a clear view of each and every bedroom. When she asked, I did not tell my wife the “why” behind the mirror installations. I was just pleased that she liked how they added light and romance to the rooms. She also was thrilled that I seemed to get a renewed energy as each mirror was installed.
A few months later, the renovations were complete and now it was time to open up the mansion, turned bed and breakfast, to the public. During the design phase, my wife and I had talked about how we should market this new bed-and-breakfast, to set ourselves apart from everyone else. We had hired an interior designer, who decorated each room with a romantic theme, so that we could cater to couples looking to get away from the pressures of work and their spark for romance. Each room had a theme - my favorite had a giant four poster bed with billowing drapes, a Jacuzzi for two, candles galore, and of course, one large mirror that filled one wall of the room.
Our first weekend was a bit disappointing. My wife was called away to work the weekend shift at the hospital, her “paying job” as we called it, while I was left to run our beautiful new and currently vacant bed and breakfast. I thought it was all for naught, until that phone call at 5 p.m. on Saturday. It was a man’s voice, deep yet energetic. He was looking to surprise his wife of 10 years, with a romantic night out. I offered them our best room, the Jacuzzi suite, which I described as being awash in soft neutral tones, a giant four poster bed, cathedral ceilings, and a Jacuzzi tub, all in the same room. I mentioned that it had a great view and I promised they would love it. (I knew I would) A small price drop sealed the deal and he told me they would arrive in a few hours.
Since there are first guests, we also surprised them with a chilled bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, tastefully presented on the table in their room.
My back was to the door, when I heard her giggles and his deep throated chuckles. I turned and smiled at the attractive couple as they came across the hardwood to the foyer arm in arm, all smiles, as they approached the desk.
When they checked in, I don’t know who was more excited, them or me! While they searched for credit card, I casually noted their appearance. She was tall, with brown hair, blue eyes and a figure that seemed slim, but it was hard to tell under her winter thick coat. He was broad shouldered and a few inches shorter than my 6′2″ frame, and thicker at the waist, but not fat, with dark hair and dark eyes. I told him they had the run of the house, that they were the only guests this evening, and to enjoy the amenities at their will. They smiled and he said, ” you probably won’t see us until tomorrow morning” then winked at me. She hit him playfully on the arm as they turned to find their room. I smiled back, like a Cheshire cat.
I gave then a 20 minute head start to find their way upstairs and unpack, and I locked the front door, made sure my cell phone was turned to vibrate, and snuck up the back stairs to the entrance to our private residence, which also included the door to the secret hallway.
During the renovations, I created a false wall in the back of our master bedroom closet so that I could enter and leave the secret hallway discretely. Entering the dark tunnel, and moving quietly, I could see a soft glow coming through the one-way mirror from their room. My heart beat faster as I approached the window of light, and the window of a night of erotic voyeurism. As I tentatively peeked around the corner, I had misjudged how quickly they were able to unpack their things and start their romance. While I was confident that there was no way to be seen through the mirror, it was a whole new experience as I peered around the corner. I quietly took my position on the dark side of the mirror, I found myself staring at a beautiful set of blue eyes, filled with passion and lust that stared unknowingly at me from only a few feet away. She stood with her legs spread wide and arms braced on the mahogany chest, that filled the space beneath the giant mirror. She was staring at me, or should I say, staring at the mirror, her head only a few feet away, her eyes closed in pleasure. Jim was whispering in her ear from behind.
I knew from the register, that her name was Mary, and that her husband’s name was Jim, and that they seemed like a very, a very fun and creative couple. Little did I know how much fun they really were.
As they embraced, I could clearly see the goose bumps that raised on her arm. Puckered skin at the base of each hair, raised little bumps that were or every sold either of the slight chill in the room, or her excited state. His forearms were heavily muscled and his veins pulsing, as they wrapped around Mary.
I was surprised by how clearly I could hear what they were saying. While I had soundproofed and sealed the space between the wall, the sounds of their voices transferred through the glass and I could hear everything, from her soft “coos” and whispers, to the rustle of their clothing as they embraced.
As Mary’s eyes rolled back, Jim stood behind her kissing the nape of her neck, and sliding as a rant his hands around to the front of the shirt and continued unbuttoning, the last few remaining buttons. Mary pushed herself back against Jim and sighed, “oh God, I needed to feel your hands so bad” Jim responded, by sliding his hands between the open halves of her shirt and copying her breasts through her flimsy, lazy material of her bra. Her bra was a flimsy material, lazy and see-through, and stretched tight. I thought it was almost funny, that Jim couldn’t see the material, but I could. He following Mary’s eyes, I watch them trace the motions of Jim’s hands, as they pulled her shirt open, then mashed her breasts together, gently at first, then with more force as his passions increased. His fingers flexed, and the veins on his hands pulsed, as he massaged her breasts, and sliding his fingers along side her now, visibly erect, nipples.
Mary whispered to Jim, “pinch them, pinch them, Jim Oh, God, pinch them…”
And as Jim obliged, and a pinched her nipples, Mary leaned her head back and let out a long, soft, roadie, moan, that vibrated the mirror and sent warm shivers through me. Responding, Jim pulled her tighter, and I Mary ground her hips back against him, crushing against his pelvis. He grabbed her hips and held her tight to him, as her hair bounced in rhythm with her movements.
Jim slowly slid the shirt off her shoulders, then trailed his hands back up her waist to the front clasp of her bra, and in one smooth motion unclipped the cups, letting her magnificent globes swing free. Like her shirt, he slid the bra from her shoulders and then slid his hands around her waist and up, cupping her freely swinging boobs, nipples sticking out between his veined hands.
Mary then spun around and kissed him deeply and passionately on the lips, for what seemed, like the first time, they had ever kissed. She broke it only for a moment, to pull his shirt over his head, saying,
“I need to feel your skin on mine” before she started kissing him again.
Jim’s hands roamed down and slid inside the waistband of her jeans, and squeezed her incredibly firm butte. I watched, mesmerized, as Jims’ hands slid around the front, undid the clasp and zipper of her jeans. As the jeans loosened, Mary wiggled, shook, and jiggled her hips so that the jeans fell in a puddle at her ankles. While her hips were jiggling, so were her breasts, that bobbed together in perfect sync. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. Like her boobs, Mary’s butt was amazing, her firm muscles flexing and quivering, beckoning Jim’s hands to slid behind and firmly wrap around her cheeks.
Mary’s butt seem to fit naturally in his hands, as Jim scooped her up and deposited her on the mahogany chest, which sat underneath the one-way mirror I was watching through. In one fluid motion, Mary spun to the side, leaned back, and opened her legs to Jim, who slid down so that his face was now inches away from her lips. Mary body arched across the top of the mahogany chest, head tilted back, hair cascading down, and nipples pointing to the sky. Turning her head slightly toward the mirror, Mary watched Jim as he took his time, exploring the length of her body. His hands traced circles around the base of her neck, widening and lowering, until her finger his fingertips circle around the base of each of her breasts. Slowly, Jim true the circles of his fingers smaller and smaller and now upwards, until each outlined the edge of her areolas.
Matching the goose bumps on her arms, small nearly invisible hairs raised on puckered basis, were now tickled by the tip of his finger. Mary moment and arched her breasts higher, trying to force her nipples in the pathway of Jim’s fingers. Instead, Jim Crow and the circles and lowered his lips to the waiting tips of her nipples, where he replaced the tip of his finger, with the tip of his tongue. Now the sensation and stimulation on Mary’s nipple increased, as not only were there and they hairs stimulated by the tip of his tongue, but now his hot breath convert her nipples in a moist warm the mist.
Mary begged Jim, “suck them Jim, Oh God suck them hard Jim” and she screamed and shuddered, as Jim sucked the entire nipple hard and fast into his mouth. Mary’s eyes peered through half closed lids and watched Jim in the mirror. I squatted down low, so now my eyes were level with Mary’s, and I had her perspective watching Jim sucked on her nipple. When Jim paused to take a breath both Mary and I were hoping she would now move his lips lower. Mary however, could give Jim the hint, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently pushed in lower. Smiling seductively, Jim peered in her eyes, then trailed his time down on her flat stomach around the edge of her bellybutton, to the inside of her thigh.
Jim kissed her inner thighs, slowly the first one, then the other, back and forth. With each pass, he would lightly brush against her mons, driving Mary insane, with anticipation. Mary now was begging Jim to sucker, to put his tongue inside her, she panted
“Eat me, a stick your tongue inside me Jim” Her pleads ended, with a small scream, as Jim jammed his tongue deep inside her, and she convulsed in her first orgasm of the night. Mary held Jim’s head tightly, and Jim held still, his tongue deep inside very, unmoving, until her orgasm subsided.
While Jim and very positive to catch their breath, my heart and thoughts raced This was an amazing perspective. Never before had been able to observe the passions of orgasm or every detail seemed to come alive, and I knew I had to get my wife involved somehow. I was hooked this bed and breakfast was going to be the best investment in our lives.
Jim picked Merry up from the hard surface of the mahogany chest, and carrier over to the bed, said her gently down then stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans. Mary reached up and pushed his hands away. Both Jim and I were supporting massive bulges in our jeans, and while Mary’s hands were stroking Jim, my hands matched her pace with my own engorged member. Carefully and slowly merry unzipped his jeans, and hugged them to his knees. Her hands slid slowly up his thighs, teasing Jim with small circles, as Jim had done to Mary’s breasts and few moments before. A white patch of pre-cum, stained the front of his boxers, and was not lost on Mary who leaned forward and sucked Jim’s tip through the fabric, making the stain even larger. Mary’s hand snuck through the leg of his boxers reaching inside and sliding her hand up and down the length of his hard, hidden cock. He very pushed an angle to them so that now he poked through the opening of his boxers, so Mary’s time could now slide the length of the shaft skin on skin. Now is her turn to take her time as she licked and sucked his length into her mouth.
Mary’s head blocked my view at times, but I was curious to see how big Jim really was. It was a strange curiosity, maybe my own competitiveness, and I wanted to see and compare our size. (My wife had told me when we first were married, then I had the largest penis of any one that she had been with, one time measuring me to be almost 7 1/2 inches long and 6 inches in circumference. We had shared fantasies of finding another couple to be with, and while I had visions of her being screwed from behind by a man with a much larger cock than me, her fantasy was to be taken by a clean shaven man, hairless, or nearly hairless from head to toe.)
For a moment, my own thoughts had taken me away from the action at hand. Looking up, Mary had pulled Jim’s boxers and pants off, push him down to the bed, and now was in the process of deep-throating Jim. I could see now, that Jim and I were about the same size, however, while my chest is lightly covered with hair, Jim’s rock-hard chest and abs, were completely hair free. I now wished, my wife were here to see this, see this beautiful couple pleasing each other, and secretly hoping that we might be able to join them. (I made a mental note that next time, I should bring my camera.)
As Mary sucked Jim’s deeper and deeper, I unzipped my pants, slid my boxer briefs down and started to touch myself in the same rhythm as Mary’s head bobbing up and down on Jim. Cupping Jim’s balls in one hand, Mary now replaced her mouth with her other hand, stroking Jim hard and fast and aiming the tip of Jim’s cock toward her chest. A few more strokes and Jim exploded, droplets of cum hitting Mary in the face and neck and leaving a river of cum dripping down one boob and off one nipple. As Jim recovered from his intense orgasm Merry took her fingers and astonished Jim’s come around her boobs, over her nipple, and then slid her fingers into her mouth.
And that’s what I pulled myself one last time and exploded, my cum flying in a huge arc and landing on my side of the mirror, perfectly aimed at Mary’s chest.
Meanwhile Jim pulled Mary on top of them whispered something in her ear and held her tight. After a few moments Mary stood and looked in the mirror and smiled, and my heart nearly dropped when it seemed like she smiled right at me. Spinning around with a smile, Mary walked over and turn the water spigot for the Jacuzzi. I used the background noise of the water filling the top cover my steps as I snuck out of the closet, stuffing myself back into my pants and blinking into the bright light as I closed the secret closet door behind me.
And that’s when my legs began to vibrate — Wow, a first for me after an orgasm. My phone — it was my wife, calling to see how our first night was going. When I told her we had our first guests, they may have described them a little too closely, and maybe I was a little too excited, because she made the comment,
“I wish I were there with you right now.”
And I wish she was here to, so that we both could have experienced our first guests together. I told her that, and she said that she be done with work and home within the hour, and maybe we can have our own romantic night. Smiling, I said “that sounds great dear!”
She asked me if I have any ideas, and I said, “I wonder what would be like to watch ourselves in the big mirror I had built into our bedroom wall?”
She giggled and said, “Hmmm, sounds really sexy…”

Alternative Medicine
Tanya Winters stared at the red light and then glanced at her watch. She was running late and was angry with herself, since it was her own fault. She was usually very punctual and, even with two kids, managed to get them both to wherever they needed to be on time. Band camp, football practice, recitals, swimming, school, boy scouts, she put more mileage on her minivan in the first year than the total that its five-year warranty allowed. She was almost never late, but here she was; still three miles from the dentist’s office and already five minutes late.
She couldn’t help it. She absolutely hated the dentist. She had a low tolerance for pain and dental work had scared her since she was a young child. The fear was unreasonable but unrelenting, and probably explained why this was her first visit in five years. Nothing short of the excruciating pain that her abscessed tooth was causing would have ever driven her to willingly go to a dentist. Even with the pain, she was dragging her feet.
She had chosen the dentist at random from the yellow pages. Dr. Kelly Taylor, DMD. Tanya had been drawn to the small ad with the words ‘guaranteed pain-free dentistry’. She didn’t believe it, but, then again, she didn’t have anything to lose.
Dr. Taylor’s office was located in a small complex in the old section of downtown. Tanya remembered reading somewhere that, since the renovation project had been approved, some politician or other had started a ruckus because the new area was being taken over by gays, but it seemed nice enough. As Tanya pulled into the parking lot, she noticed the variety of shops that made the strip mall: a tattoo parlor, a health food store, an adult bookstore, an ice-cream parlor.
She steeled herself and marched into the small office, fighting at every step the powerful inclination to just leave.
The reception area and waiting room were painted in a soothing pink, and the wood furniture was complemented by deep maroon upholstery. In the corner, a large television was quietly playing one of her favorite soaps. The receptionist was a dark-haired girl, whose body, despite her conservative attire, was shown off provocatively. Her brown eyes were what caught Tanya’s attention, though, huge and expressive as a deer’s.
“May I help you?” she inquired in a soft voice.
“Yes. Winters, a three o’clock appointment, I think?”
The girl opened the appointment book, and then went back to the bookcase filled with neatly stacked colored folders. Tanya noticed how short her skirt was, and when the girl bent over and her white lace stocking tops and the pretty pink garter clasps were revealed, she couldn’t help but blushing. She wasn’t in the habit of ‘checking out’ girls, but lately she had found herself appreciating feminine beauty more than in years past. The girl had some quality about her that was captivating.
“Is this your first visit?” she called over her shoulder.
“Yes,” Tanya replied. The pain in her mouth flared up and she cradled her jaw in her hand.
“I’m sorry. You must be in real pain, but I need you to fill out these forms,” she said, passing the redhead a clipboard. Tanya’s hair was actually brown, but the summer sun had brought out so many highlights that it looked red. She pulled several stray strands back out of her face, and examined the clipboard.
They looked very much like standard fare, listing prior medical history and release forms. One thing did catch her eye, though: along with questions such as height, weight, etc., they had added a field for sexual orientation. She shrugged, finished the forms, and took them back to the window. The girl told her to have a seat and that the doctor would be right with her.
After a very short wait, she heard her name being called. She turned to the door behind her to find herself staring at a remarkable woman.
Dr. Kelly Taylor was tall and lean. Her lab coat was open, and she wore a blue, button-down men’s oxford shirt and khaki slacks. Her face was chiseled and angular, but, behind her elegant glasses, the large blue eyes were soft and managed to give her a dreamy expression, framed by her blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail.
“Right this way, please,” she said, holding the door for Tanya.
Tanya had her face in her hand, and stumbled when she reached the threshold. The doctor immediately understood the urgency of the situation, and before the redhead knew it, she had a firm arm around her small waist and guided her into an examination room. Tanya practically collapsed into the dental couch as the dentist reached for a package of instruments.
“Open,” she commanded, but Tanya was petrified and didn’t respond.
The dentist’s face was set and she looked ready to scold her, but then the expression dissolved into one of almost motherly concern.
“Is it hurting that bad? Or are you just scared of dentists?” she asked softly.
“It’s killing me. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t,” Tanya whimpered.
“It’s all right, baby. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, but you are going to have to open up and let me look,” she said in a soothing tone.
Tanya didn’t even resent the overly informal address; it was actually very comforting. Despite being Super-Mom, she really wanted nothing more than to be babied when she was in pain. Dr. Taylor seemed to know that instinctively.
The doctor held up a long, gleaming steel instrument. Tanya involuntarily cringed.
“It’s just a dental mirror, baby, not an instrument of torture. I won’t even touch your tooth; I’ll just hold the mirror behind it so I can see all around. Now, be a good girl and open wide for me,” she said in a soft, soothing tone.
Tanya opened her mouth as wide as she could, and closed her eyes. She felt the cold steel brush across her upper lip, but nothing touched her sore tooth. After a few seconds, the doctor removed the implement and reassuringly squeezed her shoulder.
“You can close now, baby. Momma’s done,” she said as she placed the mirror back on the tray and pulled a prescription pad from her breast pocket.
Tanya laid there with her eyes closed, steeling herself for the torment she just knew was coming.
“You’ve got a nasty abscess,” the dentist began, her voice strong and professional again.
“Is it going to have to come out?” Tanya asked, tears welling in her eyes.
“No, but I’ll have to do a root canal on it,” the dentist replied.
Root canal. At the mention of the dreaded words, Tanya broke into a cold sweat and cringed.
“Don’t worry. Dental science has come a long way, and it isn’t as painful as you have always heard,” the tall dentist said, her voice once again soothing.
“I can’t,” Tanya whispered.
“Yes you can. In fact, you don’t have a choice. If you let it go much longer it’ll require dental surgery, and that is far more painful to recover from. Now, I am giving you a prescription for a heavy-duty antibiotic. You’ll need to take them all and schedule an appointment in two weeks.”
“You mean you aren’t going to do anything to it now?” Tanya asked in confusion.
“Of course not, silly. All the lidocaine I have wouldn’t be enough to deaden it right now. I do my best not to cause any pain to my patients. Once the infection is controlled and the pain is gone, we’ll fix it. But I warn you, don’t think that because the pain is gone, it’s fine and skip your appointment, or it’ll be back, and far worse.”
“Can you give me something for the pain?” Tanya begged.
“Of course. Twelve Percocet tabs should be plenty,” the dentist said as she scrawled another prescription.
“But it will be fourteen days before I come back!” the distraught woman exclaimed.
The dentist gave her a long, measuring look.
“You won’t even need all twelve. You’ll be out of pain by the end of the first week. You seem to be really terrified of pain.”
“I am. I’ve been scared of coming to the dentist since I was a small child. I had to have an extraction done, and the dentist, Dr. Groves, promised me it wouldn’t hurt. But it did. Terribly. He said the novocaine he had used doesn’t work on me, but I’ve never trusted dentists again.”
“Well, you’re going to have to trust me,” Dr. Taylor said contemplatively. She examined Tanya carefully, and then started to speak, but stopped herself.
“What?” Tanya asked, feeling her fear rising again.
“Well, I practice a very radical technique in pain management. It’s not AMA-approved by any stretch of the imagination, at least not yet, but it’s scientifically valid, and I have had a one hundred percent success rate with it so far. Let me be clear, that is one hundred percent pain-free dentistry reported by each of my patients who have tried it. Like all pilot programs, it requires a lot of release forms and waivers. I don’t want to be sued. After checking your medical history, and… other facts, I hadn’t considered you a candidate, but if your phobia of dentistry is as severe as it seems, I might be persuaded to give you one of the timeslots for it. You failed to mention here you don’t respond to regular anesthetics,” she said, tapping the clipboard on the counter and scrawling a note on the forms.
“Please, let me try it. I never think to mention that, there’s no slot for it on the medical thingies,” Tanya responded instantly.
“Well, before you volunteer… It’s more expensive than a regular root canal, because it requires more hygienists, and since it’s experimental, your insurance won’t cover it. But if you agree to allow me to use you as a case study, and to print the results when the experiment is done, I’ll waive the cost above and beyond a regular root canal. That’s going to mean regular visits and follow-ups for two years afterward, and taped interviews, as well as a lot of paperwork to be filled out.”
“I’ll try anything, if you only promise me it won’t hurt.”
The tall doctor’s face softened again, making her seem more like a concerned mother than a medical professional.
“I can’t promise you that, honey. Every person is different, and you are already outside the parameters of my preferred test subjects. I can promise you that no one has had any pain thus far. And you have my word: if you experience even a tiny bit, I will stop immediately, and we will go with some lab work to find an anesthetic that works for you,” Kelly said soothingly.
“Sign me up,” Tanya said after only a moment’s hesitation.
“All right. Come on back to my office, there are a lot of forms you need to sign. Just take a seat, while I give these scripts to Mandy to call in… What’s your preferred pharmacy?”
“Taggert’s, on East Main,” Tanya replied.
Kelly watched her walk back into her office, admiring the housewife’s shapely behind. She stepped into the reception area, handed Mandy the scripts, and hastily scrawled out one more. The doe-eyed girl gave the dentist a look and arched an eyebrow.
“You sure about that?” she asked.
“Mandy, she’s perfect. Doesn’t react to regular anesthetics, and is absolutely terrified of pain,” Kelly gushed.
“Yeah, but she isn’t a lesbian.”
“I know, I know, and I promised to keep it strictly to gay women during the first phase, but damn, you know I planned to move to het patients, and eventually even to men.”
“And you agreed to keep it to our gay clients until we had the data to present a monograph to the American Journal of Medicine. If she goes nutso and reports it to the authorities, it could ruin everything. Why take that risk?”
“Because we’ll never find one like this again. A straight woman who is so afraid of pain she won’t complain about anything if it keeps her pain-free. I saw her face, lover. She’s terrified. If we can present the endorsement of even one straight woman, it will mean the world to us in getting it published. I think the risk is worth it.”
“You’re the doctor and I’m just the receptionist, but I don’t like it.”
Kelly glanced out the glass window to see the waiting room was empty, then slipped her arms around Mandy, and gently cupped her breasts. She leaned over and began to nibble on the girl’s ear.
“No fair!” Mandy giggled, while leaning back into Kelly’s body.
“Mmm-hmm, totally fair,” Kelly growled in her ear as she roughly pinched the girl’s suddenly stiff nipples. She glanced at the appointment book and saw Tanya was the last patient for the day, and then pulled the girl to her feet and kissed her deeply.
“Now be a good little girl and call those scripts in. As soon as Mrs. Winter’s leaves, close up and come back to my office for some dictation.”
“Fucking me isn’t gonna make me shut up about this you know?” the girl said in a breathy whisper.
“I know, that’s why I keep the ball-gag in my desk, next to the strap-on. Now, get to it,” Kelly said, slapping Mandy hard on the ass.

* * *
Tanya felt like she was losing her mind. Form after form had been stuck in front of her, until she was signing on autopilot.
“I know it’s a lot,” Kelly said sympathetically. “Just a couple more. This one is an agreement by you not to have sex until after the operation. That includes masturbation,” Kelly said in a businesslike manner as she passed the form to Tanya.
“Why?” Tanya asked in alarm. She and Richard enjoyed an active sex life, and two weeks without seemed a strange thing to require.
“Sex releases endorphins,” Kelly replied easily. “These are the body’s natural response to pain. In order for the procedure to work, we like to have the patient’s stock of these natural painkillers at maximum efficiency. It takes about two weeks, on average, for a woman’s body to reach her peak.”
“Oh,” Tanya said, unsure, as she signed the waiver.
“That’s it hun. Mandy called in your scripts. Oh, by the way, I added a pill for you. It’s a once-a-day hormonal formula that should help you to sleep. You may experience an increase in libido - some women do - but please refrain from having sex. The procedure is scheduled for two weeks from Friday, nine o’clock sharp, and it’s about a four hour procedure, so please be prompt. If the swelling doesn’t go down by next Friday, or if you are still experiencing pain, please call me. Also, just because the pain stops, don’t stop taking the antibiotic,” Kelly lectured as she guided Tanya back to the waiting room. Mandy handed her a card with her appointment written neatly on the back.
She stopped at Taggert’s to pick up her prescriptions on the way home. The pharmacist and owner, a kindly old gentleman, assisted her.
“Hello Tanya. Looks like a mule kicked you,” he said by way of greeting.
“Yeah, nice to see you too, Fred,” she responded, but managed a smile.
“You look awful, child. Let me give you the quick rundown, and you can sign off that I’ve explained these as I do. Be careful with the Percocet. It’s a strong narcotic. No driving or drinking when you are on it. The amoxicillin may cause your stomach to be upset, so I suggest you pick up something for diarrhea just in case while you are here. This one,” he said holding up the third bottle, “is bad about causing cramps and headaches in the first week or two. Any other questions?”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s a hormonal blend. Women take it who are having low sex drive or low energy. Some doc’s give it because it helps people sleep. Rare to see dentists prescribe it, but with your face swollen like it is and all your drug allergies…”
Tanya thanked him, picked up a few odds and ends, since she wouldn’t be able to drive on the Percocet, and called her friend Nancy on the cell as she was driving home. She arranged for Bryant to ride with Jimmy to swimming practice for the next week and Nancy was happy to bring him home. Her friend Clara said it would be no problem to get Dana to recital, and Richard volunteered to take care of the after-hours activities, like scouts and football camp, for her. By the time she got home, Tanya had all the arrangements made, took one of the Percocet tabs and one of the other pills, and was asleep within half an hour.
* * *
Tanya pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. She sat for a while, trying to work through the whirlwind of emotions. There was fear, cold and clutching at her heart. Panic, urging her to turn the car around, seductively reminding her that she was no longer in pain, and promising it was all going to be fine. Embarrassment, at the way her nipples were poking out, and at the constant itch between her legs that had demanded attention more stridently each day over the past two weeks. Trepidation at what was to come, balanced by hope that it really would be pain-free.
Sighing heavily, she got out of the car and walked to the door. Each step seemed harder to take, and by the time she was at the door, she felt like she was moving in slow motion, fighting against an unseen force that was urging her back. She bit her lower lip and jerked the door open, then forced herself to walk in and up to the window.
The same girl sat there, and the big doe eyes twinkled.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Winters. Thank you for being punctual. I’ll ring Sonja and let her know you are here.”
“Sonja?”
“Yes, Sonja Wilmont. She’s one of the hygienists who will be assisting Dr. Taylor today.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“She’ll be right with you.”
Sonja turned out to be a short girl with dark hair, dark eyes and a dusky complexion. She was strikingly beautiful, with a very lush body and soft features.
“Please come with me,” she said in a pleasant voice with a strong Indian accent, looking over her shoulder. The green scrubs did little to hide her figure, and her ass swayed seductively as Tanya followed her down the hall.
They stepped into a round room in the back of the building, with a very strange-looking chair in the center. It looked more like a barber’s chair than a dentist’s. Set on a pedestal, it was upholstered in soft pink leather and had metal manacles fixed to the arms and legs. It was vaguely ominous, but Tanya convinced herself that she was just letting her imagination get the better of her.
“Please be seated,” the girl said.
Tanya sat down and the hygienist depressed a button, making the chair tilt back until Tanya was nearly lying down. From a dental tray, the hygienist took a large syringe, filled with a translucent blue liquid.
“Roll up your shirt sleeve, please,” she said and smiled encouragingly as Tanya eyed the needle.
“What’s that?”
“It’s an injection,” she said and giggled.
“What’s in it?” Tanya asked as she undid the button at her wrist and rolled her blouse sleeve up.
“It’s an antianxiety drug. Very similar to… Valium? Is that how you say it?” she asked as she pricked Tanya’s arm and depressed the plunger.
“Yes,” Tanya responded, and the girl smiled and nodded, apparently pleased with herself.
“Anyway, it will just relax you. Just close your eyes and listen to the music. Dr. Taylor will be with you shortly,” she said, hitting a switch on the wall as she exited.
The lights dimmed, and soft classical music was piped in from hidden speakers. Despite her fear and nervousness, Tanya felt the tension drain from her body. Her eyelids drooped, and her limbs became very heavy. She was floating along, humming to herself, when Dr. Taylor breezed in, followed by four hygienists.
“Hello, Tanya. How are you feeling?” the tall dentist asked.
“Hmm? Oh, I feel fine,” she said drowsily.
“Very good. Let me introduce you to your hygienists. You’ve already met Sonja,” she said, nodding to the cute Indian girl.
“The tall blonde is Gretchen,” she said, indicating a girl with creamy skin who must have been over six feet tall. She had deep blue eyes and smiled prettily.
“The redhead over by the tray is Cheryl, and this is Sotina,” she said, touching a very short and stout black girl with an open smile and perfect teeth.
“Now, just relax while we get everything set up,” Kelly said in a soothing voice.

With thanks to Darkniciad for all the red ink.
*
Tessa couldn’t stop staring at the candy-red cock. It was red like the rest of him, red like the horns that protruded from his head.
“You want it, don’t you, little girl?” The Devil’s mocking rumble was punctuated by a throaty laugh, the kind of laugh that would have made a bad girl squeal.
But Tessa was a good girl. She shivered and backed away. “No.” Her whisper rose to a shout: “No!”
“No! No!!”
In an instant her husband was shaking her, waking her up. “Honey, what’s wrong?!” Frantically he handled her shoulder. “Tessa, wake up!”
Gradually her eyes glazed into focus. She was coated in sweat. “It was the dream.”
“Baby, oh baby.” Gabe held her and rocked her in his arms. He kissed her clammy forehead. “You’ve got to get some help for this thing.”
The next night the dream started out the same way: she was cold.
It wasn’t the kind of cold that could be easily remedied by a knee-length down coat from Lands’ End, the kind that cost $200. She had that.
It was the kind of cold that bit through said coat from having been walking in the snow, make that a blizzard, for hours. At three times her height, power lines twirled like kids’ jump ropes. A heavy clap of thunder boomed through the storm. Lightning smacked its spark, spat at the snowflakes and threatened to swipe at the wires where they swung from pole to pole. Tessa would have cried, from fear as much as from the pain of deep cold, but the tears would have frozen on her cheeks.
Then on the ground, directly in front of her, a burning red heart appeared in the snow. Its semi-puffed shape glowed like a cinnamon candy. Tessa stared in amazement. Upon closer inspection, the words engraved on the heart were revealed: “You are beautiful.”
The young woman looked all around, even up at the sky, as if she could discern where the heart had come from. But the white-out conditions yielded no clues.
Her bewilderment was compounded by the appearance of another heart, bright red like the first one, just a few feet away. This one said, “You are desirable.”
Tessa picked up the first heart and put it into her breast pocket. It radiated a cozy warmth, like a hand-warmer that a hunter would use. As she approached the second one, she noticed a third. It wasn’t that she saw them appear so much as she simply noticed them. She realized she was looking down a red dotted line.
The trail of hearts led her through the blizzard. Each bore a message of romance. Some of the messages were affectionate and some were downright sexy (”You have beautiful breasts”). When her pockets were full of heart-shaped notes, she began stuffing them into her shirt.
The climate through which she marched, foot after foot after endless foot, began to change. The snows dissipated and the storm calmed away. The hearts became heart-shaped wildflowers, too numerous to count. The trees, too, bore heart-shaped leaves, as did the vines that twirled up their boles. The land flowed from spring into summer.
The long down coat was too hot now. Tessa fell to her knees and pulled it off. Like a spilled bag of valentines, the hearts she had carried dumped out on the ground. They made a red halo around her.
Suddenly she was conscious of someone standing in front of her where she knelt. The legs were red, not as if from a sunburn, but a glowing Pantone #485. “Oh, no,” she whispered. “Not again.”
“Tessa…I want you, Tessa, don’t you want me, even a little?”
Tessa looked up at her nightmare, at his good-looking square-cut jaw and his aquiline nose. He was dressed in nothing but a long black cape. The Devil had a swimmer’s body and a long lashing tail. His back hair curled around his red scalp. A goatee accented his movie-star face.
“I can’t want you. You’re the Devil.”
“Admit your deepest feelings, Tessa. You know you do!” His eyes followed her gaze. She was staring at his red prick. It was fatter than a post in a chain-link fence, with a crown more pronounced. Even when he was not erect he was huge. Tessa quailed before him.
“No… no…”
“Yes.” He advanced a step closer. “Touch me, Tessa, see how good I feel in your hands.”
Mesmerized, she reached out to touch the fat pole. Its crispy red skin sizzled like a frank fresh off the rollers. The Devil’s wiener was bigger than anything ever served up at a ballpark. Tessa couldn’t get her fingers around it. The living meat pulsed in her hand.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh.” The Devil threw back his head as he moaned in pleasure. “Your touch is nice and cool on my cock.” Then he looked down at her where she knelt.
“Suck me, Tessa. You know you want to.”
The tip of his red rod brushed against her lips. Hypnotized, Tessa found her mouth pursed in a welcoming kiss. “Mmmmm…”
Just as her tongue flickered out like a snake’s, she woke.
“Ohhh…” she moaned. Her whole body felt fevered, infected. Sweat slicked her skin. The nightgown was too hot and she tore it off, half-expecting a shower of red hearts to fall out. It was her own heat that bloomed around her.
Thirst plagued her tongue. Never had she more greatly desired a cock in her mouth. Her husband lay on his side with his back to her. She licked her lips, eying his boxers. Slowly she laid her mouth to his waist, nuzzling his love handle. The cotton of his underwear crinkled, like lips returning her kiss.
Gabe stirred and murmured. His forearm flapped at her hair. The sheets rustled as he rolled onto his back. “Tessa…”
Emboldened, she ran her tongue along the inside of his waistband. Her husband groaned and hooked his thumbs in his pants, helping her pull them down. He was hard. Tessa’s excitement grew. Daintily she ran her lips down his length, savoring the feast. With the point of her tongue she wrote the letters of her name on her husband’s cock. Then she took him in her mouth and sucked him ferociously.
Gabriel groaned and stretched. His big hands tousled her hair. “Oh, god. Oh god!” his voice rose and tightened.
“Mmmph!” She wrapped her arms around his ass and rolled them over so he was on top. Gabe went wild. Tessa had never so blatantly invited him to fuck her mouth. His cock bumped over her tongue and caromed against the roof of her mouth. He hollered and shot, flooding her mouth like a sudsing hot tub. Tessa swallowed the pulsing jets. Her tongue undulated against his flesh, swishing him in the warm bath. Some of his cum sloshed over the side.
Tessa suckled her husband, drinking in all she could get. Gabe finally pulled away. He drew her up beside him.
“What was that all about?” One beefy arm curled her to him.
Tessa snuggled into his hairy chest. “The Devil made me do it.”
Gabe chuckled. It eased his mind somewhat that she could make a joke. Little did he know, their troubles were far from over.
* * *
Tessa tried to get help. She really did. She explained to a psychiatrist how depressed, anxious and frightened she felt by day; yet in her dreams, the Prince of Darkness aroused her lust to a fever pitch.
The psychiatrist seemed to think her dreams were symbolic of some deeper problem. He said things like Electra complex and anxiety disorder.
“You don’t understand. I think this really is the Devil, and he’s invading my dreams. He’s real. And this has been going on for at least two weeks.” Tessa’s voice broke. Her palms were sweaty. She explained a second time that she didn’t want to be unfaithful to her husband, yet she was entirely captivated, a slave to evil desire.
But the doctor gave her a hearty smile. “You aren’